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direwombat · 2 months ago

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tagged recently by @simplegenius042 and @g0dspeeed to share some wip stuff (thank youuuuu~🧡🧡🧡)

this is a combo of old (first snippet) and new (parts of the second) from katc ch 7, that i spent some time editing today and liked well enough to share. enjoy some snippets of syb's internal philosophy (and it totally not being compatible with jacob's. nope. nosiree. couldn't be her)

[Sybille] lowers her binoculars with a grimace. The men she could handle, but her experience with wolves begins and ends with the ones she’s seen at the zoo and in nature documentaries. She knows enough to have zero desire to gain firsthand experience in what those teeth and jaws can do.

That wolf will sniff her and Boomer out immediately if she isn’t careful, and while there are fewer soldiers and alarms stationed here compared to Falls End or John’s Ranch, the men posted here are obviously more disciplined. The Peggies in the Valley are all young. Disorganized. They’re content to chatter idly while half-assing their patrols. They saunter around with lazy fingers held over triggers, half-paying attention to their surroundings and shoot without regard for collateral damage. They remind her of new recruits back in the army: wide-eyed, baby faced privates fresh out of boot camp who all think they’re going to be the next George Patton.

Greener than a golf course, John’s troops are all too eager to chase glory and be named heroes by the Father.

But here, in the Whitetails, the Peggies maintain their posts with the stoic professionalism that she’s only seen from career soldiers. They move with a sense of purpose that comes from spending years serving in the line of duty. There’s a rhythm to their motions. Order. Soldiers who are aware of their place, acting as cogs in a much larger machine -- aware that the job they’re doing is important while also recognizing their own fragile mortalities.

An army is like a clock. Every single piece of its internal mechanisms plays a critical role in keeping it ticking. Even the smallest of cogs, if broken, must be removed and either fixed or replaced. So too is the soldier.

It took her years to learn that lesson. In a culture that emphasizes individuality, it’s difficult to accept one’s place as a singular part of a larger whole. But, she’s better for it, she thinks. Stronger. At peace with the fact that when she dies, someone will come and fill her place, and the world will keep on turning.

For the sake of her conscience, she pretends that the men here have learned the same lesson and made their peace as she has.

and a section from a little later on from the same scene (after she's cleared the outpost):

“My brothers. You know why we train.”

Her jaw clenches and she hauls herself to her feet using the desk to keep herself steady. A small CRT TV rests on its corner and on the screen is none other than the Herald of the Whitetails staring back at her as he goes on to answer his own question. “So that it becomes second nature. Instinctual. We train so that we can act without thinking. Everything we do has a purpose.”

Where the sermon blasting from the speakers outside had Sybille rolling her eyes, this one forces her lips to curl into a snarl. She’s struck with the impulse to refute, to argue, to fight back, but every half-cooked defense breaks before it makes its way to her tongue. After all, how can she rebuke his words when she’s living proof of their veracity. Even before joining the Army, she learned the importance of listening to her gut; of acting fast and trusting her body would do what it needed to do to survive when rational thought failed her.

She almost prefers operating in that state. It isn’t just the rush of adrenaline that makes her blood sing. It’s also the state of zen she finds once she’s stripped away all of the higher functions that make her human and becomes something primordial.

Humans are animals, after all. Too many people tend to forget that.

But she hasn’t.

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#a wild katc appears #also. pls pay no mind to how i've been working on ch 7 for...uh...9 months....#anyway. can u tell? syb was a soldier? can u tell? she's a warrior who has never known peace? can u tell-#wip wednesday #wip: kneeling at the crossroads #syb: yeah i am/was part of the military industrial complex. a cog in the machine. it is what it is (and actually i kinda liked it)

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thegirlinblueblog · 1 month ago

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I came across a wise comment in a private group that I believe is worth sharing here. It provides a valuable perspective for both married and unmarried women:

"Discover who you are, what makes you happy. Commit to a marriage being content and happy with yourself and your own company. So the goal is to add happiness in the marriage rather than expecting marriage to make you happy. Just to clarify seeking happiness from a marriage is not inherently wrong, but being content with oneself is a form of empowerment that we all need."

This comment reminded me of a post I found a few days ago which began with the line, "If you don't feel happy, fake it." Initially, I was taken aback by the statement, but it gradually made sense. It seems that our generation often depends too much on external validation and forgets that we are responsible for our own happiness.

We should act happy even if we don't feel it. A simple act of smiling can have a profound impact on our happiness levels.(No wonder it's a Sunnah. Hehe) Psychology says, our actions can influence our emotions. Yet we live in an era where we often act based on our feelings rather than the other way around. The post that I am reflecting on atm, emphasized that we are living in an age of feelings, a foolish age, where we allow our emotions to govern our behavior. We should shape our emotions through our actions instead. This realization is startling, but there is an element of truth to it. You cannot deny it.

I'm no expert here. These are just my observations from life. All sorts of relationships are responsibilities, and we tend to use them as a tool to fill a void in ourselves. This should not be the case. A healthy relationship occurs when two emotionally mature individuals, capable of their own happiness, come together to maintain a connection. They do not become defensive and avoid conflict, but instead approach it with a positive, solution-oriented mindset. (I know I have said it too many times already, and I'll say it a gazillion times more. I learned it the hard way. Let me be)

In our subcontinent, people often turn a blind eye to conflict, shoving it under the rug and denying its existence. (Being in denial is our favourite game to play. Problem? Who is that? Dunno her) We do not want to address problems and do not put in the effort required for a healthy relationship. We probably believe that it is a source of happiness to which we are entitled to without working for it. Either this or we are hyper fixated on a problem, letting it define our life and existence. We let it consume us to a degree that we become unable to notice the positives in life. Our eyes only look for what is missing, or what could have been.

Happiness, love or affection, whatever you call it, are outputs of sheer hard work and patience. Instead of planting the seed, nurturing the tree to life which will eventually bear the fruit of our patience, we want the fruit to be peeled, cut in cubes and placed right on our lips without getting our hands dirty.

My father-in-law often says, "Know thyself." This is a phrase I've reflected a lot on. I suppose our entire lifetime will not be sufficient to entirely comprehend who we truly are. But it surely puts a lot of things into perspective. We often try to understand everything around us before/without diving deeper into our own minds, facing our own fears, and truly knowing ourselves. This path can be daunting, and many may avoid it, but it is the only essential way we can legitimately help ourselves. It's better if our focus is on our inner self than others. It's better if we keep the record of our own actions towards others than the vice versa.

We gotta learn to love ourselves, my ladies. This means embracing all facets of our being, including those that we may deem unworthy of love. For how can we anticipate others to cherish us if we cannot do so for ourselves?

P.S by using the words "we"or "they" or many alike (I know these are called pronouns but word pronoun itself is so colorful nowadays) I am referring to me, myself and I. But if the shoe fits... (you know the rest)

#thegirlinblue #words words words #spilled thoughts #wew this is from 1.5 years ago probably #i was wiser a year before lol

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greenerteacups · 1 year ago

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following the last ask, i have a series of draco questions?

- what are your favourite draco tropes?

- what dramione fics have the best written draco OR best draco characterization?

- what’s your pictured plot line for draco post war : career wise, character development wise, and romance wise?

What a treat of a question. Always love an excuse to talk about Draco.

Favorites: mean, clever, and competent. Morally, I like him a touch darker than charcoal, a shade lighter than oil. He's supposed to be pretentious and snobby, and a little too quick to resolve problems with force, mainly because he's lazy at heart and doesn't want to put in the work to do things by the book. (Later in life, I see this informing his instincts as a duelist — forget niceties, what's the quickest way to end this fight in my favor?) Impatient as anything; Ice Prince when you don't know him, Unrepentant Brat once you do; the platonic ideal of an Only Child, jealous, fairly possessive, but charming enough that he gets away with it. But those are all double-edged traits: he's loyal, ferociously defensive of what's his, and once he's extended his own sense of This Is Mine to include something, he'll raise hell to keep it.

Best Draco: I think Disappearances has one of my favorite Dracos, because he feels textured and real. There's this one scene where he's talking to Hermione about how purebloods flirt, and it was life-changing. I also recently ate up The Light Is No Mystery, which is a slow burn like trying to cooking an egg with a pocket lighter and a cast-iron. I like the Draco of Bending Light, which is my latest feel-good No Tears Just Vibes cheer-up fic, largely because "fuck it, give him a motorcycle" is the kind of baller authorial move we as readers need more of. (And for the record, in the real world, he would be one of those rich boys who collects really nice Ducatis and smashes them up doing things he really shouldn't.)

Post-War Plans: It depends entirely on how loyal we're being to canon, because if we're shackled to the Epilogue, then it's uninspiring — he becomes a sort of idle philanthropist type, marries Astoria (weird and also why, Daphne is literally in his year, she was right there) and has Scorpius soon enough for him to be in the same year as Rose Weasley. That means he probably didn't go to Azkaban, because if he did, he'd have to be in and out in time to meet, marry, and have babies with Astoria in the same timeframe that Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione do, which ranges between "kind of hasty" and "physically impossible," depending on his prison sentence. And that's all we know.

Here's what I think it gets right: Draco probably marries young, because purebloods/rich people generally do; I very much doubt he marries a named character from Hogwarts, because he'd probably try to get as far away from his reputation as possible; and I think he tries to clean up his act. That means philanthropy, general PR work, and possibly getting a high-profile role in reconstruction. I think he'd marry someone "suitable," and have a kid. And I think he'd be a good father. In fact, I think he'd err on the side of spoiling his kids. (As he was spoiled; I tend to think Lucius was a decent father, if maybe not a great one. I don't think Draco acts like an abused kid, just one with the misfortune of being born into the most incredibly fucked-up murderous dynasty of weirdos in history.)

But if I could choose an ending for him, I'd probably make him an auror, or maybe an Unspeakable/something cool in the Department of Mysteries, like curse breaking. I'd like him to end up with Hermione, somehow, although it'd probably take them a lot of time (think years) to get there.

#greenteacup asks #draco malfoy

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noblechaton · 1 year ago

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humbly introducing Norette!

my first ever OC/sona! (drawn here by the ever lovely @sidsinning). I've had a lot of fun creating her and even have a lil writeup for her that I'll post down below for anyone that might be curious about her. she's a lotta me but unique in her own ways too

Age: 27 Height: 5'6 Sexuality: Bi/Pan/Omni (she's into anyone and anything) Eyes: Brown

A sleepless creative with more dreams than ability, Norette has a plethora of niche interests, a penchant for short capes and spicy sushi - as long as it doesn't have vegetables in it - and a knack for talking her way out of - or into - almost anything. She loves to cook, she could have been a foodie in another life, and daydreams often, most comfortable beneath a robe two sizes too large and zoned out into her own little world amid online conversations with her various friends.

She loves accessorizing, from rings to necklaces to hats. She can sometimes be found wearing glasses, though it's uncertain as to whether or not they're purely an aesthetic choice or something she actually needs (she definitely needs them, even if she forgets them far more often than she'd like). Her wardrobe is quite plain with graphic tees and sleepwear aplenty for the most part, though she's often found wearing what's effectively her signature jacket - one modeled off one of her favorite games - and a typical pair of dark jeans, themselves one of the few pairs she owns because, as is frequently said by her, "I ain't paying that much for pants"

A collector of figures, toys and knickknacks of all sorts, Norette's hobbies range from pretty common to more niche and lowkey. She loves model kits, plays plenty of video games both new and old, and secretly likes collecting hats - from proper headwear to the novelty sort. She's also something of a TV and movie buff, with filmmaking being something of her first calling - writing just got its hooks in her a little sooner and just a bit deeper. She feels her talent with a digital pen (don't ask about her proper handwriting) varies wildly, but she does truly adore the written word - though it doesn't seem to always love her, despite what some close may say.

Norette's a friendly girl, one that's as genuine as she can be, who loves to help wherever she can and chooses to believe the best in people first and foremost, whenever she can at least, with an ear always open for anyone who needs someone to listen. She'll sit with someone in need as long as they need it, do whatever she can to help - though she's often limited in one way or another, and often frustrated by that fact. She tries to be as good natured as she can be, though, even if sometimes her quietly playful attitude might be a bit much - which something she does try and keep an eye on, too.

Norette herself, by contrast, is slow to truly open up and very much reserved, even if she's got a habit for oversharing when someone shows interest. She's shy and tends to dodge the more personal topics, in regards to herself. You could sit with her for hours and not really learn too much about her. She's more likely to make some quick and quiet joke, with a habit for dry sarcasm and deliberately aloof commentary, than she is to engage with someone outright - at least until she knows the person. Generally slow to trust, Norette's affection is often best earned through a mix of venting and comedy. And though her circle of friends can be considered a good bit expansive, Norette does often find herself lonely due to various factors - the least of which is her horrendous sleep schedule.

Loyal to a fault and fiercely defensive of those she holds most dear, Norette holds those she considers close friends in high regard. Even on the surface, she tries to remain friendly and kind to any who happen to come to her. It may be difficult at times to break through her outer shell or to approach her in general, some have considered her intimidating for some reasons she never understood, but it's hard for someone to truly leave her once they have - even if they're already gone, which leads to its own sort of hang-ups.

She's indecisive, fears being alone, worries of driving those away she'd wish to be close with and is often wracked by overthought and anxiety alike. She doubts herself often, though her confidence has taken an upward turn as of late. Her past is shrouded and what she does know is held close to her chest, but she knows hurt - and that's why she always does her best to do no harm, even in cases where it's futile. Norette is trying, and that's what matters.

Little is known about Norette's home life, less is shared about her family outright - though one can assume that she both has one, and perhaps isn't on the best terms with them. For however close some may get to her, whatever past she has is often left largely as a mystery to them - it's a deliberate choice on her end for various reasons, and something that often gives her pause when it comes to her relationships. Some of it is simply things she'd rather not get into, others are things she genuinely doesn't know.

A hopeless romantic, curious yet shy, Norette lives a quietly active life, always finding something to be busy with between her model kits, writing and friends. Sometimes she's stretched too thin, other times she's got so much time on her hands she often simply wastes it at home in her modest apartment, which she shares with her grey and white farm cat she's named Spidey. She likes going out all the same, preferring more casual places like the malls and shopping centers, even bars - though she doesn't drink - to anywhere too quiet, as she likes the hustle and bustle of public life.

And though she's often timid and wary of the world around her, she's always keen to make a friend

#noboc #<- gonna maybe be my tag for her/oc stuff in general. not sure yet #either that or like. noble norette. idk

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ifievertoldyou · 2 years ago

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thaw!quackity enneagram analysis

i am once again on my personality categorizing bullshit, this time with enneagrams.

but since this is a new topic on my account, i should probably explain just what exactly enneagrams are, especially since i didn't even understand them all that well until recently.

there are 9 different enneatypes (ennea means nine in greek). while you keep the same enneatype your entire life, it can still change as you change, in ways that i'll explain later. the enneagram is used to understand one's personality type, and shows you the strengths and weaknesses that come with it, as well as ways you can improve yourself. the enneagram is comprised of 3 different triads: the head triad, the heart triad, and the body triad, and it also has different stances: the withdrawing, the dependent and the aggressive. i'll go into more detail about most of these later in the post, but the most important thing to note is that these stances combine with the triads and that's what makes your enneatype.

so. what enneatype does thaw!quackity fall under? in my opinion, absolutely no other type fits him better than an eight does. so, 'what does being an eight entail?' you may wonder. well, let me tell you:

eights are of the body triad, along with the aggressive stance. i'll explain these in more depth in a bit, but first, i'm going to talk about some of the characteristics that we see in eights.

the main motivation of an eight is to protect themselves from being betrayed, and also to keep themselves out of the control of other people. they're always very on guard, and are very, very defensive of both themselves and the ones they care for. eights have very strong emotions that tend to scare others away, so they are super protective of the ones who aren't deterred by their intensity. though eights do still tend to deeply internalize the idea that they are too much because of how often their emotions scare people away... while eights are more worried about other people controlling them, very often this can also translate to them needing to constantly be in control, so as to not risk someone else taking it away from them. they can be very distrustful of others, thinking that most people would hurt them if given the chance. because of all of this, eights tend to be very aware of how their emotions will display to others. they feel that showing their true emotions will lead to them getting hurt, either by them scaring people off or by others taking advantage of those emotions.

and we can see all of this so so so often with thaw!quackity. from how differently he acts around slime q and tommy compared to other people, to the comfort that being in complete control gives him, to how unforgiving he can get with those who cross him, quackity is definitely a shining example of an eight.

an eight is part of the aggressive stance. the types with aggressive stances are oriented outwards, against other people. this makes eights feel the need to be hyper-independent, can cause them to come off stronger than they actually intend to be, and can also cause them to be (inadvertently) dismissive of their own and others' emotions, since feelings don't show up on their radars a lot of the time. aggressive stances are focused on the future, and know exactly what they want, and they're so set on how to get it that they often forget to account for how their actions will affect other people emotionally. they have a habit of being very aggressive when asserting their wants and needs to others. this is very applicable to thaw!quackity. think: quackity's fight with q on the roof "i want you to not be pathetic, to not act like a whimpering, little bitch every time someone looks at you the wrong way," here, quackity directly expresses his needs to q, showing efficient communication (which is another trait that eights possess), but also demonstrating how harsh a lot of eights can be when sharing their wants with others.

also, eight is a part of the body triad, sometimes called the anger triad (which is particularly relevent with quackity) or the instinctive center. this means that eights have very strong intuition, the first thing that they notice when they walk into a room is what their gut tells them to notice. and quackity definitely has a very accurate gut instinct that he's learned to listen to. body triads have a strong need to make things right, and their big motivation is, as their alternate name suggests, anger. each type in the anger triad (8, 9 and 1) all have core issues with anger in some way, but eights are the ones who allow themselves to actualy act out on that anger, while the other types either feel ashamed of it, or else don't acknowledge it until it creeps up on them.

the anger triad paired with the aggresive stance causes eights to be very explosive given the proper circumstances. eights not only have a lot of anger inside themselves from their triad, but also due to their stance their response to this anger is often to direct it towards other people. eights, along with ones, are among the types to feel things the deepest, and have the most trouble letting things go. because of this, eights are very prone to holding grudges for a long time. they are not the types to just forgive and forget. but in confront to ones, if you've actually upset an eight, you will definitely know about it soon enough. ones get their sense of self from others, so they may still have some reservations when confronting people about things, but eights know very well who they are and don't depend as much on others' opinions, so they aren't very likely to hold back on you unless you're one of the few who's on their 'close people' list, or if they're a more integrated eight.

that brings us to what integration and disintegration are. enneatypes all actually lay on a spectrum of unhealthy/stressed to healthy/relaxed that changes as the person changes. if an eight gets healthier, that means that they integrate to a two, and if they get unhealthier or just more stressed, they disintegrate to a five. if you look at the visualization of an enneagram (pictured below this paragraph), it's depicted as a circle with numbers around it, and lines connect certain numbers together. the two lines that are connected to eight lead to five and two, which is why those numbers in particular are the ones that eight (dis)integrates to.

(also this is just a random thing i've noticed, but all the enneatypes that are connected to even numbers in any way will always relax/integrate first if you go clockwise from them, and they'll always stress/disintegrate first if you go counterclockwise. the only enneatypes that will relax/integrate counterclockwise first are 1, 7, and 5 since they're also the only connected ones that are all odd. idk if that makes any sense but yeah, that's how i remember it when the enneagram chart doesn't show the difference between integration and disintegration)

so what does the disintegration to a five entail for an eight? fives are part of the head/fear triad, so eights who disintegrate to fives become even more fearful and cautious of things. disintegrated eights are often more paranoid, micromanaging, tempermental, secretive and isolating than the balanced eight is, which does sound like how thaw!quackity is currently, with how he didn't trust anyone with too much stuff, and he only trusts q with that now because it's easier to trust another version of himself than it is to trust somebody else, and he knows that q can defend himself should he get in trouble for knowing las nevadas' secrets. quackity is also very temperamental about things, as we've seen plainly in his reaction to anybody who has ever wronged him or his cared ones, and we all know how micromanaging he is of literally Everything in las nevadas.

i also wanted to point out that in chapter 55, the very first line talks about how furious and scared quackity is. because those are the two big triads that are causing him to make his decisions right now. anger is constantly in the picture for him, because he's always so motivated by spite, and now that he's also more stressed due to all the things that are currently cropping up in his life. this anger gets combined with fear, so he disintegrates further into the head triad, and becomes even more anxious than he already is. but! he's also starting to feel more guilty for being so harsh on his past-self. because he's beginning to realize just how negatively his anger could affect q in the state he is in now, and how unhelpful that self-hatred is. though the fear triad definitely still has a stronger grip on him at the moment, we can see him start getting a bit more attuned to the heart triad too, even if it's a little slow going right now.

so what does this mean for the future of thaw!quackity? well, if he is to follow a similar path to what atol!soot went down, he'll get to heal in the end, and he'll start to relax more and become integrated with the two. this means that he'll still be an eight, but he'll be a little more trusting, he'll let down his guard a bit more, and will be better at giving others the benefit of the doubt than both the balanced and disintegrated eights are. eights who integrate to twos, part of the heart/shame triad, become more attuned to their own and others' emotions, and are more aware of how their actions will impact others.

enneatypes all don't just fit into tight little boxes. we've seen it with (dis)integration, but there's also wings that need to be taken into account. wings are basically how close somebody is to either of their enneatype's two adjacent numbers. the wings of each enneatype always share one stance/triad with their enneatype. the wings for type eight are 8w7 and 8w9. let's go over what each of these mean to see which one suits quackity more.

the 8w7 is the more aggressive wing. this is because 8 and 7 are both part of the aggressive stance. however, 7 is part of the head triad instead of the body one, so 7s are often focused more on their fear. while 8w7s are less angry, they're still more intense about things, and are much more prone to lashing out whenever they feel out of control. 8w7s are very charismatic and pragmatic, though they have a lot more trouble emotionally connecting with people. they use their intensity to enjoy life as best they can, and they have a lot of trouble sitting still. (and also, some very common jobs for 8w7s are lawyers and politicans, which is very fitting for both q and quackity.)

8w9 is full of much more anger, with them both being in the anger triad, but 9s are in the withdrawing stance, so they're more passive about that anger, with it often going internalized or ignored until a bigger problem arises. because of this, 8w9's have the capacity to be very angry, but only when provoked. 8w9s are very protective, but in a warmer, gentler way than their other eight counterparts are. some people say that the wing to the right of the enneatype is generally more introverted than the one on the left, and this is definitely true here. they're not *as* intense as 8w7s, but the intensity they do have they use to keep their cared ones, and the people who can't stand up for themselves, safe.

while we can see some aspects of both of these wings in him, if i had to choose a single wing, i'd say quackity's more of a 8w7 because he doesn't really let himself come off as any kind of gentle around most people, he's much more extroverted and charismatic, and the descriptions all sound pretty similar to him just in general. while both the 7 and 9 are extremely avoidant of pain, 7s avoid it by constantly searching for new things to keep them excited, while 9s avoid it by being more passive and avoiding/mediating conflict.

but there's another level to enneagrams too. subtypes. these are basically the different instincts of one's enneatype. there are three distinct subtypes: a social (so) subtype, a sexual (sx) subtype, or a self-preservation (sp) subtype. and everyone has a dominant subtype and a secondary subtype, and then another subtype that they don't really relate to that much. i'd say that quackity embodies the self-preservation and sexual subtypes pretty well.

the sp variant of eights are often geared towards satisfaction. these are the people who make sure that they always have what they need and are protected from any potential dangers. they build metaphorical walls around their vulnerabilities and make sure that they're always impenetrable. quackity does this both emotionally as well litterally, with how much he oversees what goes in and out of las nevadas.

meanwhile, sx variants of eights are more worried about possession. they want to relate one-on-one with people, to have someone that they can let their guard down with, and feel integral to their life. while this one isn't as evident with quackity, we can still see it with how he is with his cared ones, and he definitely tends to have smaller, but closer connections, rather than a big, but loose ones like so subtypes tend to have, so this seems like a pretty good secondary type for him.

in conclusion, thaw!quackity is a 8w7 (sp/sx) type, who currently leans more towards disintegrated.

(btw, cc!wilbur actually confirmedish a while ago that c!wilbur is also an eight, and i can totally see it with thaw!wilbur too... you could totally go through this post and see a Ton of traits that thaw!wilbur shares with quackity. honestly, that warrants an analysis post of its own and and yes, thaw!wilbur is absolutely a dominant sx, but i just think it's really interesting how quackity and wilbur are both opposing matriarch archetypes, and how they're both eights as well, etc. etc.. definitely something worth diving deeper into in a future post... just thought i'd leave y'all with that thought lol)

thanks so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed! ^_^

#thaw!quackity #thaw analysis #the house always wins #long post #thaw #the house always wins fic #enneagram #enneatypes #i have been physically incapable of thinking of anything else besides this for the past 3.5 days and it shows-#can you guys believe that i only Just started reading up on enneagrams this week?#i may have a problem #ever spin #me e8 truthing thaw!quackity

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bexjae · 1 year ago

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well looks like i don't have self control lol. it's tamie again, the one behind emotional dork and lime ent trainee lee seojun as well as the studio delta trainee min hyejin. jae here is someone who might focus on looks more so i made his aesthetics higher than anything else but that doesn't mean he's completely useless. here's his about for anyone to read. again like the last two, his background and connection page will get worked on more later. got a few rough ideas i'll include under the read more though! if anyone wants my discord ever, don't be afraid to ask~ leave a like and i'll gladly message you about plotting with jae here <3

jaesung was born and raised in busan, south korea.

he has a younger brother and younger sister who he had to help take care of from time to time.

his parents own a restaurant that he's helped out in from time to time whenever things got super busy.

he loves referring to this as his first job even if he wasn't there like a normal job.

so his family isn't well off but they have enough money to survive and splurge once in awhile if they wanted to

at a young age, he discovered he had a love for makeup which caused him to wanna pursue a job in being a makeup artist at some point.

also found that he loves to write whether that is writing in a journal about his day or writing about a story that's been on his mind for days.

once in high school he decided to try out ballet lessons (which he knows bits and pieces of the steps for anymore)

during this time, he became more sure of his sexuality. even though he was terrified, he came out to his parents who surprised him by being supportive right away. he can't say the same about extended family though.

though at some point, he joined a study abroad program which had him finishing school in new zealand where he learned english.

after graduating, he went back to south korea and moved to seoul where he enrolled in a school that specialized in makeup and hair styling.

he discovered the world of idols due to some friends back home but hasn't done well with keeping up with what's popular all the time. he tries his best though. he definitely has a few favorites.

he gets to work doing makeup for different things and loves posting makeup related content online to share with others.

he tends to like singing a bit and tends to sing to himself whenever he's not too busy at work. (he'd become embarrassed if someone heard him singing lol)

he's can be a bit flirty and tends to be pretty confident at times though deep down he's much more insecure than he lets on. can come off as timid when meeting someone new.

tends to get pouty when things don't go his way and is quick to get defensive if blame is shifted to him in anyway (he's working on it)

he knows korean and english but will definitely favor one over the other at times.

a few plot ideas if anyone wants to do them

some he knew back in busan before he left to new zealand. he wants to keep in contact with his friends there

someone he's flirted with a ton whether it's in the past or even currently

maybe a fwb thing?

someone he can speak more english with since he doesn't wanna forget it

maybe someone who he's worked with or done makeup on before.

maybe someone he didn't get along with at first due to either a misunderstanding or just jae rubbing them the wrong way

someone he meets while drinking which could end up in interesting ways

up for brainstorming more ideas though!

#윤재성 - ☾ / ooc #be:intro

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linesonpages · 5 months ago

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“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone”

This happens to me all the time. I’ve been trying to learn the same lesson, from a different source but very similar. I often find myself getting anxious and defensive/explosively reactive and can’t identify the source of my overstimulation/discomfort, eventually that source is removed and I can finally regulate.

I want to be able to identify the sources while they’re happening so I can eliminate them sooner, but in the moment my brain freezes and my executives can’t function.

So I started a note in my phone to write down the triggers after it gets fixed and I identified it. When I have time and energy I write the trigger out as a question I can ask myself, and an explanation I can give myself as to why changing that thing might help. If applicable I also write out the tools I can use with my kids when my sensory needs conflict with theirs. I write it conversationally so I can read it aloud to myself and just follow my instructions, if it’s just bullet points I can’t always connect the information to the moment, or remember what those four words were supposed to make me think of doing.

I always like it when people share their lists on advice posts like this, so here’s mine in case it helps as a starting point:

Things to check when it’s all a bit too much:

Are any of the blinds up? You feel trapped and unsafe if all the blinds are closed and the house is too dark. Try opening a couple (even if the weather is bad)

Have you been outside today? You also feel trapped if you are in the same place for a whole day. Step out on the porch for at least 2 minutes even if the weather is miserable you ALWAYS feel better.

Have you consumed any calories in the last 2 hours? You are a grazer and a lil’ treat queen. Your brain probably needs a little glucose, if the kids are also tense give them something carb based too. This physically helps you and it often gets your attention off the stressor so you can try to find it.

Are the big lights on after 6pm? That’s unacceptable, you own lamps for a reason. You don’t need this much light all the time. Turn them off. If the kids are feeling stressed by the dark give them their lanterns, you bought them for this moment specifically. They need more light than you, so give them the dumb lanterns batteries are not as expensive as you think.

Are you cold? Are you hot? Change your clothes or get a blanket. Put socks on or off. It sounds stupid but inverting your sock situation tends to help.

Have you drank anything recently? Get a beverage of extreme temperature. It’ll give you some glucose for your brain and give body a job to do and a temperature change to monitor so she stops freaking out so much.

Are you sticky or wet? Are there crumbs on the floor and by extension your feet? Fix that and it’ll change your life. You abhor these things.

How many sounds are currently being produced? You often try to put on a podcast because you’re bored but if the kids have the tv on and your podcast is on it’s usually too much for you. If there’s multiple musics being produced you’re toast. Either give up on the podcast for now or get your good headphones, don’t forget to tell Tali she needs to come and touch your arm if she needs you while you’re wearing them.

I’m adding more each time I find one and it’s really helpful. My daughter has even started learning some things and offering to change them when she notices I’m getting stressed. Especially big lights after dinner time, I think that one helps her too. I gave my husband the list too, but he prefers bullet points over the long version.

It’s really hard to relearn and parent ourselves. But it is possible if we keep at it and give ourselves grace and compassion to grow slowly. We were supposed to learn this stuff over the course of 18ish years with our parents coaching and collaborating with us. So it’s going to take a long time for us to teach ourselves.

I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.

I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.

“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”

“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.

But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.

They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.

That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.

A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”

I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.

Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.

At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.

Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.

“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.

“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”

Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.

#autism #adhd #AuDHD #parenting trauma #parenting #neurodivergent #life skills

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thirtyoneflirtingnoneanddying · 7 months ago

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4.12

I love the new little ritual I’ve made for myself on Friday nights. I drop Joel off and head to Edward’s to sit at the top of the parking structure (and apparently sometimes I relive a night with Tre in my mind and get literally sick to my stomach lmao) anyway yeah I come up here and just kinda hang out until whichever movie I picked starts. Tonight I’m seeing immaculate. Mikila posted on twitter that it was good the other day so that made me go for this over monkey man. I think I’ll be seeing that next week. I can’t wait! Maybe I’ll even see it tomorrow…? Idk?

I noticed that I tend to like downplay the prospect of new connections and shut myself off to shit as a defense mechanism like at FIRST but soon thereafter I’m like, down to clown lowkey. Like at school, there are people there I’d hang out with. At work too, there are people I’d hang out with. It feels good to be liked? It feels good to have kind of a fresh start with new eyes where I can like establish myself as someone with boundaries.

At first I didn’t care for any of these people that much. Which like yeah I guess that’s healthy. I wasn’t so desperate for friends that I was just like YAASSS MORE OPPORTUNITIES EVEN IF THEY SUCK lol nah you gotta be vetted first.

But why did I think I was better than them? lol that’s the part that I’m so confused by?? Like why was my first instinct to look down on everyone? Maybe because I don’t like the feeling of like meshing into groups?? Which is so crazy because that’s exactly I think what my chart says about my Aquarius Lilith.

Also I really gotta get my life together with this goddamn affiliate marketing thing??????? Like omg?????

Anyway. I feel good in general. I keep getting these little pangs and idk what the deal is with them but I get them when I think of Vanessa which is strange because I genuinely feel okay about that. I mean I wish I could’ve just faded into the background and not had to have a spat lmao but like idk I don’t feel like I lost a friend. I feel like a weight has lifted. I feel like I have my hands back on the wheel. It bothers me to think about all the nasty shit she’s said or thought and I think that’s because I just want her to know she’s wrong so bad lmao it really shouldn’t matter to me. And I guess in the grand scheme of things, it won’t lol

I just want to forget that we were friends because that was all just so…….. idk embarrassing that I would cater to that. She’s just awful… like the amount of times I felt like I had to rubber stamp god awful behavior and mindsets?? I just don’t like her. I cared about her out of like a codependent place I suppose. Our humor matched fairly well. But other than those things I did not like that girl. I just want the yuck of it all to go away.

I am having a nice time by myself tho. Truly.

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losthomunculus · 3 years ago

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Online Safety Relevant to the Current State of the Internet

On twitter I made a tweet about how online safety lessons in school can be very out of touch but that the advice of people who are familiar with the current internet shouldn't be disregarded. So here's my informal collection of online safety tips

Sources: unrestricted internet access since elementary school (not recommended), being a formerly involuntarily home bound person for several years that amassed way too much online experience

This could possibly hold upsetting reminders to people who had bad experiences online including mentions of grooming and emotional manipulation so please proceed with caution!

Information Sharing

Make an online pseudonym for public profiles and websites.

Don’t feel like you have to list everything about you for the world to see.

Sometimes it’s not a question of “can this information be used to locate and identify me irl?”, but simply “do I want this information publicly available and linked to my online persona?”

Unlike offline, being online leaves a constant trail of who you were accessible at all times. People are constantly growing and changing. Try to limit the information you share so you can ditch that trail and start over if need be.

Sharing information with people you make friends with and trust is a judgement call on your part, but always be on the safe side and be protective of your information.

Start as cautious as possible with online safety. Any risks or judgement calls can come later when you are 1. aware of the risks, 2. ready to address them if they occur, and 3. have gathered plenty of information instead of doing something blindly and hoping for the best.

Do not share your triggers publicly, they can very easily be used against you. Instead use websites with a large amount of filtering options to curate your online experience. If you are going to share them, only do it privately with people you trust.

Importance of Boundaries

It doesn’t matter how mature you are, don’t enter age limited spaces you don’t qualify for. It’s disrespectful to the boundaries of the people who made that space. Boundaries like this exist for the comfort of both sides involved.

Just because you can “handle it” doesn’t mean it’s good for you. Desensitization is not something to brag about.

Venting or making r18 posts as a minor on a public account is VERY dangerous. Intense emotional vulnerability is something manipulators will look for as a way to get to you. The same with sexual jokes to develop your comfort talking about those topics casually and eventually escalating the situation. If you are going to talk about such things please keep that in private conversations with people you trust in your age group.

Note the difference between public and private online space. Tweeting something on a public account is not the same as having a conversation in the cafeteria with your friends.

If an adult tries talking to you about r18, run the other way. Doesn’t matter how cool you are, it says something weird about THEM if they’re willing to talk to a minor about that stuff.

If someone( like 3+ years, honestly depends on how old you are) older than you wouldn't be comfortable saying what they're saying to you in front of other people (like a teacher or guardian), that's suspicious as hell. Run in the other direction.

The younger you are, the more age gaps matter. There's a bigger difference in development between a 13 year old and a 17 year old than there is between a 20 year old and a 24 year old. It helps to try to contextualize it with real people instead of numbers. Instead of thinking "oh just 4 years? that's not that weird" consider "oh. that would be like a freshman (13/14) dating a senior (17/18). yikes."

Be just as wary of people your own age talking about things that make you uncomfortable. Just like irl, sometimes you’ll meet people your age that are hurtful.

Friends complain to each other and talk about their issues, that alone is fine. But when people are doing it without permission, draw a line. When people are making it feel like you’re responsible for maintaining their mental health, you need to draw a line. When it starts to effect your mental health, PLEASE DRAW A LINE! I know it feels like your responsibility sometimes, but it’s not. You cannot be there for others if you’re not taking care of yourself first and foremost.

Don’t be afraid to block people. Even for petty reasons. It’s good to block people. Don’t force yourself to see stuff you don’t want to see.

Being Constantly Online

The 24 hour news cycle is not a good thing to follow 24/7. Taking social responsibility is a good thing, but your brain is NOT built to worry about every issue in the world at once. One strategy I use for staying sane is I try to only check the news once a day, and if something needs more attention to set aside an amount of time I’m going to focus on it before I need to take time to step back.

Touch grass. Not literally, unless you can in which case I highly suggest it, sometimes it’s just good to lay in a field. What I mean is you need to dedicate a good portion of your time to being offline (sleep does not count). What your offline time looks like is going to differ depending on your level of ability, but even if you are house bound it’s important to build some hobbies that don’t rely on the internet. Talking to people offline is also a good goal if possible, even just to your housemates.

Social etiquette greatly differs online and offline and sometimes the reminder that were all just Some People gets lost behind the numbers and the fabricated personas. Keep in mind the difference in how information is shared without forgetting that the fact we are all people remains the same.

Be generous with your etiquette. You will avoid a lot of stress if you conduct yourself with the same politeness you would have in an offline interaction. Master the art of "minding your own business" for your own sake.

Arguments and Competition

As soon as you can, you need to internalize the fact that leaving an argument is not losing.

It is inevitable you will be exposed to many people who disagree with you. Some people only want to argue to rile you up. Sometimes that’s not their intention, but it’s what they’re doing. You do not have to remain in conversation with people, especially if they’re not interested in actually coming to an understanding. Even if they are interested, sometimes they just suck!! Leave!! You can leave!!

On that note, sometimes you are going to get valid criticism and it’s going to hurt. That is part of learning. If someone says you messed up and did something hurtful, take a second to step back from your defensiveness and consider: intent ≠ effect. Apologize, repair what you can, and move forward with the ability to do better in the future. You’re going to mess up every once in awhile, it’s inevitable.

To summarize the past two points: don't waste your time on unnecessary hostility but don't close yourself into an echo chamber either. Debates should be about learning.

Sometimes people are not going to like you. This happens offline too but people tend to be a lot more blunt online. Sometimes people dislike you for no reason or for really petty reasons. That’s not your problem, move on.

Don’t actively seek out people you don’t like or who don’t like you to argue with. Whether or not your side is the “right side” doesn’t matter, it’s going to cause you so much unnecessary stress. Feel free to keep posting your opinions on your own profile but don’t seek out unnecessary conflict.

This is a different type of competition than previously mentioned, but be aware of the danger of comparing yourself to other people. Especially if you’re a creative or student, DO NOT GET SWEPT UP IN THE GRIND CULTURE. It’s more subtle in some places than others, but anytime you see the notion that you should be working yourself to the bone be VERY critical. Also be critical of any online cultures (such as gaming and art communities) that brag about unhealthy habits or act like it’s ~part of the culture~ (ex: all nighters, not taking breaks, getting hurt. Any activity that neglects health to work toward a goal).

Not just grind culture, any community of subculture that shares anti recovery sentiments is a huge red flag. Even if they're joking, it's not worth the risk of internalizing those statements.

Everyone’s social media presence is to some degree doctored because it’s a purposefully selected collection of what they allow you to see. It’s fine to like the persona you see being displayed, but never forget that it is not reflective of the entire person. Everyone online is JUST SOME PERSON. Do not forget that and start holding yourself to a standard you can’t even see every side of.

By posting online you are opening yourself to criticism. Whether or not it’s justified can vary, but either way it’s going to happen. Mute stuff, go private, disable comments, etc if you need to.

Misc Tidbits

these are technically just general info that is also good for offline but I have seen things that make me think people online need the extra reminder.

Learn what cults are, how they recruit, and what they do to their members. I'm not kidding. This is particularly relevant at the moment because of current societal unrest and widespread loneliness. No one is immune to cult propaganda, and not every cult is based on pre established religion or family. Many exist ONLINE and are able to manipulate people without ever meeting face to face. (learn more: Loneliness as a Pandemic: The Dangers of Online Cult

Familiarize yourself with the concept of pseudoscience. Please familiarize yourself with the concept of pseudoscience and then learn how to identify pseudoscience. (learn more: Karl Popper, Science, & Pseudoscience: Crash Course Philosophy #8)

Q. How do I know if a source is reliable?

Final Thoughts

It's important people of ALL ages learn these lessons, because the internet is constantly changing and we are all vulnerable when in the presence of other people.

Be cautious and stay safe

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autumn-sweet-fae · 2 years ago

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You know you tend to get emotional when stressed? Well, Akari has been under massive amounts of stress since she made it to Hisui. I think it’d get an awful lot of people on her side if, during one of the post battle live streamed interviews, she started crying because the lab is trying to take away her partners. Especially Dusk, who she raised from the time all she knew was Tackle and Growl. Everyone knows how you that is in the life of a Pokémon and suddenly it’s less a girl stealing from a (fine and upstanding) research lab and more a girl on the run trying to hold onto a Pokémon she has raised and loved for what has to be literal years. (I forget how long your au has her in Hisui)

In my Au, by the time Akari and Ingo return to the future, Akari would have been missing a year and Ingo would been missing for three years.

Also, in case no one has picked up on it, I write Akari as also being autistic, largely because it makes her easier for me to write. So crying in front of other people is something she absolutely never wants to do, especially with some stranger. So the moment she feels her throat tightening and her eyes start to burn she would immediately remove herself from the situation. And she would be wearing the mask at the time too so it would look less like someone stepping away to gather themself and more like her harshly brushing the kid off.

Early on in Hisui, Akari’s method of managing her emotions and stress when interacting with human people was to bottle it up and smile and be as polite and present as possible. She would wear a metaphorical mask and always dress and behave appropriately when interacting with authority. She did not want to be alone in this strange world and wanted to be trusted, which is why Commander Kamado’s repeated reminders that she is not trusted hurt so much.

When Akari finds the ‘gift’ containing theZoroark mask left outside her door one morning, she loves it. She likes to keep it on her person and even wears it when interacting with others outside the village. It gives her the comfort of not always having to stress over how others would react to her expression not being perfectly pleasant. She honestly feels like she can only be herself when she’s out in the wilds with her pokemon because out here there’s not really anything to remind her that she’s suck somewhere that she does not belong.

When Rei pulls her aside and gently informs her that the mask was most likely ment as an insult, Akari is honestly heart broken. She stops wearing her in, shoving it away into her trunk. Volo later asks what happened to her favorite spooky accessory and she shrugs, telling him it was childish anyway.

And then she meets Ingo and the two find that they share so much in common. Not just their mysterious origins and love/talent of handling Pokémon, but also in numerous small ways. The fact that Ingo also keeps an empty pokeball in his pocket to play with when his hands need something to do. How he has difficulty controlling his expression, though he struggles to emote much at all while Akari knows she can emote too much. He can talk with her for hours about pokemon and battle strategies and they both have the best time throwing ideas back and fourth. She has this urge to apologize for how much she’s taking about pokemon, but Ingo is so genuinely interested in invested in what she say and makes sure to tell her so. They can both get very loud in they’re excitement but Ingo is significantly Louder.

It’s when Akari is sent to the Icelands that she sees an actual Zorua for the first time while exploring the caves. She caught the little guy with a back shot for a closer look but, he was so very distressed and defensive at her presence that she released him shortly after getting the notes she needed. She tells Ingo about them to get his perspective on it as every other person she’s spoken immediately shuttered and bulked at the idea of a Zorua. Even Professor Laventon seemed scared of them.

As she had hoped, his thoughts on the pokemon and its evolution did not come from a place of fear, but of understanding it to be another pokemon. He even tells her how the Zorua and Zoroark are of those pokemon he remembers differently then they appear in Hisui. He recalls their fur bring black, not white, and that they were known to be tricksters. He believes the didn’t have the best reputation where he was from as well, which was not deserved.

He shares what he had learn of the Hisui Zoroark from the Pearl clan and from what he has observed in the wilds. Their history of exile by cruel humans, the mutual distrust and hostility, how protective they are if their young. That last fact he can’t recall learning, he simply knew it.

After hearing all of this, Akari goes back to her trunk and retrieves her mask, choosing to keep it on her person yet again. This Pokémon deserves to exist as much as any other and she won’t shove it away as the people of Hisui had done.

Later, after the trauma of Akari’s exile, she starts to wear the mask more and more, no longer caring what the people thought of her. She devotes time to not just studying the pokemon but helping them integrate with humans an learn they don’t need to be hostile. She also will no longer hesitate to call out people on their ignorance of pokemon and how damaging their behavior can be for both the pokemon and themselves.

And this has gotten totally off topic 😅

But yeah, Does Not want to cry in front of anyone that’s not her pokemon or Ingo. Ingo is great and will either give her space if that’s what she wants, or give her a hug while wrapping his coat around her to help her feel safe and hidden.

#submas wanted au #Akari #Ingo #Zorua #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon

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cthonicascendant · 2 years ago

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<<ok, i'm going to continue here instead of off my most recent rebagel to make sure you actually see this, lol.>>

<<some content warnings: disordered eating.>>

<<not as long as the first post, i don't think, because i really only got into some more physical headcanons and the whole "hunting for gl'bgolyb" thing, but i can't think of a good transition to another topic, syo.>>

<<to answer the question about cronus/dualscar: yes, but eridan has a more severe one.>>

an thats all the information im feelin comfortable sharin about that at the moment

<<ah, fair. moving on then.>>

<<i'm going to digress briefly into physical headcanons, since you reminded me with your headcanons about gamzee's appearance. >_> anyways, eridan's short - if he isn't the shortest, it's because he's including his horns so he's taller than karkat.>>

<<ok, basically while they're growing up, it depends who had a growth spurt more recently who is taller - eridan or karkat. once they've had their adult pupations though, karkat is definitely the taller of the two. eridan will eventually catch up - trolls don't stop growing until they die; the oldest trolls like the empress and the grand highblood are massive - but he has the disadvantage of seadwellers growing much more slowly in addition to starting off short.>>

<<now, aquarius trolls do tend to run short for seadwellers, but cronus/dualscar is like... middle of the pack heightwise.>>

<<eridan also has a swimmer's build. he might not live in the water but he does swim fairly regularly - while the comic panel showing gl'bgolyb's tentacles reaching out of the water to grab her food is cool, i headcanon that she actually lives much deeper down and is usually loathe to expend the energy to surface for food. she did it more frequently when eridan and feferi were younger and struggled to haul the dead lusii down to her, but as the trolls grow up she expects them to bring them her food. so eridan is a surprisingly strong swimmer for not living in the water.>>

<<unlike most seadwellers, though, he doesn't have a solid layer of fat. think olympic swimmer for him, whereas most seadwellers are more like... they're fat, alright. You need insulation for living in the water. Between living on land - much warmer, less need for his body to store fat - and not really eating right, he's relatively thin. ends up making him look a bit younger than he actually is.>>

<<now, why does he not eat right? this is where we get into hunting for gl'bgolyb.>>

<<it's a time consuming job. she's massive, she requires a lot of food, and trolls tend to be understandably defensive of their lusii. even if you're lucky enough to take down something like a skywhale without any trouble, you've still got to get that skywhale back to gl'bgolyb. dualscar did the job with a ship and a crew. eridan's got a skyhorse and a rifle, and not even ahab's crosshairs until he's older. (dualscar was also an adult.)>>

<<eridan is the kind of person who doesn't eat well when stressed. he forgets about it, he doesn't notice he's hungry, he gets a few bites into something and feels full... stress and food just don't mix for him, and he has the pressure of keeping gl'bgolyb sated enough to not kill the entire troll species on his mind. (another point against him having genuine genocidal urges. you could argue that it's self-preservation, but... i dunno, that just feels flat to me.)>>

<<so, not a lot of free time outside of his responsibilities, can't really eat when stressed anyways, and oh yeah one of those duties is physically demanding? he's undergrown - not, like, severely malnourished or anything, but he should be bigger all around.>>

<<also he's not that picky about food. no shade to the people who portray him that way, we get it, and we do think he can be a bit snobby about quality, but... he won't turn his nose up at like, canned pasta or something like that. most of the food he gets comes conveniently packaged and ready to eat. it's easier than trying to deal with fresh ingredients when you might be away from hive hunting all night.>>

the damn horrorterror ate better than i did some nights

<<gl'bgolyb, thankfully, does not need to eat every night so long as she is given enough food with each feeding. with a full crew capable of bringing down the largest prey, it's possible to feed her approximately twice a perigee - or roughly once an Earth week. the longest eridan and feferi managed was four nights. so he's going out pretty frequently, especially before he gets the crosshairs it's almost assuredly an every-other-if-not-every night kind of deal.>>

<<and, of course, he still has schoolfeeding, and basically this is why so many of his hobbies and interests are so interconnected. flarping is fun but it also provides him an easy opportunity to hunt for gl'bgolyb. history is fascinating, and it likely gives him an edge in his studies/training - i think if sgrub hadn't happened he would have been trying for a career in the alternian military. (all adult trolls are required to complete a certain number of sweeps in the military before they can move on to jobs/positions in like, troll colonies or merchant/transit ships or whatnot, but there are definitely those who stay with it for most of their lives.)>>

<<have a cute headcanon after all that heavy stuff: he's been interested in magic and wizards and such since he was barely more than a grub, and when he was very little tended to pretend things like pens or sticks or whatever were magic wands. he also used to want magic powers of his own, and i think was probably a little jealous of warmer blooded trolls for having psionics. the "magic is fakey-fake crap" thing is actually a bit more recent for him - he thinks it was cringey to believe in that stuff, and he's trying to be more "mature" and "grown up".>>

<<actually you know, of COURSE now that i'm like, "I'm just gonna post this," i'm also like, "wait, i could transition to the role of a prince of hope here," but honestly classpects are complex and i almost feel like that topic deserves its own post as well.>>

<<also i feel like i'm going to get a LOT of comments from the peanut gallery on that, considering all of the trolls have a classpect. so. yeah i think i'm gonna end this rebagel here, go get some coffee, and start on yet another post lmao.>>

Also I’m curious about your headcanons for Eridan :3

<<we are going to need a little more guidance than that because, uh...>>

[ID: a gif of two men sitting across from each other. one of the men pulls out a scroll and unrolls it. the scroll bounces along the floor as it unrolls, and it is covered in small text.]

<<we weren't kidding when we said we have a lot... like. so many. and i'm really not sure where to begin.>>

#homestuck #eridan ampora #my headcanons let me show you them

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years ago

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Hi, not to be annoying but sometimes when you post reference of pictures of y/n it's kinda of not very representative cause she looks like a model and many of us don't look like that. I love your stories though ❤

You're not annoying. I understand what you're saying to an extent, so here's how I will respond now that I'm fresh from a nap.

I enjoy creating graphics/aesthetics these days to go along with what I post. Whether it seems like it or not, I tend to put a lot of time and thought into these creations. Sometimes they come out great, other times they are 'meh'. But they're mine from the tornado that is my imagination.

I try to use images of black women with different skin tones (for representation) who are either looking to the side, or looking away, or covering their face. Sometimes I use the backs of their heads. Sometimes I add extra shadows or crop their faces myself.

Sometimes I lose myself down the proverbial rabbit hole and spend hours trying to find the *right* image, or saving images I think will be useful or act as muses for my creativity in the future.

Do I look like a lot of these women? Nope. Is my hair natural? For now. But I never have that whole perfectly coifed African Goddess look going on. Am I sassy like Y/N? Sometimes. Would I ever be brave enough to do something like a boudoir shoot? Nah. Too much of me to nip, tuck, and suck in. I'm also not dating Chris Evans or Andy Barber or some big hotshot attorney. Nor do I have children with them.

This girl (me, pictured below) doesn't have a lot of what Reader or Y/N does. I just let the character take up space in my brain while I sit at a keyboard. And then I play pretend.

I know this response is getting long and I don't want to risk sounding defensive or preachy. Apologies if I've already crossed that threshold. But it is hard not to be defensive of your own stuff. So I'll end with this:

We come to Tumblr to lurk, read, or write (or some combination thereof) because it's an escape for most of us. We get to be silly and creative and all that good stuff. We also take the writers we support, the series we allow ourselves to become invested in, and the content on our own blogs seriously.

Because we care. I'm assuming you care about what my goofy self posts, and the series or characters themselves, to some extent. I'm grateful that it matters to you. And I'm thankful that you reached out. It sucks that we can't always make everyone happy. You can put all of the thought in the world into something and sometimes it's still just not enough. I do want people to be able to see themselves in my stories, but I can't win every time. Which sucks but...

I'm not knocking you, friend. So please don't take it that way. But I'm going to keep doing this in some form because it's my blog, I find it fun, and because (on here) it's all about using our imaginations. I'm sorry if that means potentially losing you as a Reader.

But at the end of the day, I'm just a basketcase of a girl, sitting in front of a computer, staring at pictures of Chris Evans, trying to forget about the dumpster fire that is the real world as it burns to ash right outside my window. *Shrugs*

Hey. ^^ This is me btw when I have to "people" (read: look presentable). Not that it matters. I look nothing like how I try to ambiguously describe the reader. Well, wait. Reader is short. And so am I. And we're both some shade of brown. That's all I've got folks. Back to working on "Brat Games".

-Britt

#cevansbrat0007 asks #cevansbrat0007growing pains series #cevansbrat0007 #black author #black authors #authors of color #woc authors #why did i just post my face?#hope i don't break anyone's screen #someone take my soapbox

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devildomimagines · 3 years ago

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Could you do the brothers (Lucifer especially) reacting to an MC who jokes all the time, seems carefree and stupid but eventually they find out that MC is actually a very deeply caring, responsible and intelligent person. They act like an idiot likely as a response to some adversity in their own past. Sorry if its complicated, i just like the idea of the brothers almost discounting MC only to realise they weren't looking deeply enough

Hi Anon! Thanks for the request! Sorry it took me so long to get to, it's been busy in my personal life. The older brothers are under the cut so this post isn’t a mile long lol. I hope this is worth the wait!

Belphegor

King of rolling his eyes at your antics.

Belphie is maybe the most knowledgeable about humans so, of anyone, he might be able to see a little deeper than the surface.

On one of the rare occasions you got Belphie out of the house, you two came across a Little D that was clearly lost.

He didn’t pay it any mind since he figured the Little D would just teleport to their master but you insisted on helping.

As you knelt down to the creature Belphie stood back and watched as you quickly soothed the Little D’s worries and it hopped into your arms.

You brushed past Belphie to carry the spirit across the street and start talking to the shop owner. The two of you laughed and Little D hopped over to the shop owner’s hands.

“The shop keeper knows that Little D’s master and will give them a call,” you explained as you wrapped your arm around his and began leading him down the road.

“You’re amazing MC,” Belphie murmured, such a small act really changed his view of you.

Where he thought you were foolish in trusting him after what happened in the attic, he realized that he wasn’t a special case of forgiveness, you were just a truly caring person.

“Hm, what was that Belphie?” You asked but he wasn’t sure if you actually didn’t hear him or if you were teasing.

He wasn’t too proud to admit his feelings but his face did heat up a bit, “I said you’re amazing.”

Beelzebub

He’s pretty caring for a demon so he could see you were too, although maybe he didn’t know the depth until today.

The two of you were enjoying a meal in Hell’s Kitchen. Beel was absorbed in the food that he didn’t at first notice you were distracted.

When you asked for a moment and got up to grab the attention of a waiter. Beel watched on curiously, he was hoping you were asking for more food.

The waiter nodded along and ducked into the kitchen. You waited in that spot and you caught Beel’s stare. You waved at him with a smile.

He waved back with a fried shadow bat in hand.

You laughed and then the waiter was back. They handed you a to-go container, you talked for a second, probably thanking them and then made your way across the restaurant, walking right past your table.

Beel thought to call out to you as if you had somehow accidentally overshot the table but you made your way right out the door.

He started to get up to go after you, he shoveled a few things in his mouth not totally satisfied but more confused why you were leaving.

Then he saw you through the window. He stopped moving as you approached a small demon looking into the restaurant through the window. Beel sat and watched the scene unfold.

It jumped back away from you, probably not having seen a human before, and was clearly defensive as you talked. You then offered the to-go container, popping it open so the demon could see the food contained.

The little demon inched closer, clearly hungry and tempted by the food you offered. You nodded and the demon took the container and ran. You watched for a second and then came back into the restaurant to join Beel.

You sat down like nothing had happened and went back to your meal. When Beel didn’t start eating you asked, “What is it? Do I have something on my face!?”

He shook his head no, “You’re incredible.” He picked back up eating but he would not forget this moment.

Asmodeus

You watched on as Asmo was applying his make-up. He always enjoys your company when preparing for the day but he noted you were reading the ingredients pretty seriously.

“What’s got you frowning MC?”

“This is from the human realm, right?” you held up the bottle so he could see the label in the mirror.

He hummed, “That’s right, I get products from all over so that one is definitely from the human realm. Have you used it before?”

“Um, no I tended to stay away from their brand.” You put the bottle back where you found it.

“Why’s that? It is kind of expensive in Grimm, was it the same in your currency?”

“Not really, it’s just that…” you paused trying to think of the most sensitive way to put it, “there are make-up brands in the human realm that test their products on animals before marketing it to humans.”

“How cute!” Asmo giggled at the thought of bunnies in blush.

“No Asmo, it’s more like they are testing if their products are safe for humans by using animals as a proxy. It can be brutal and even unnecessary and could result in the animal’s death.”

Asmo had stopped and turned to look at you as you explained. His face was slightly troubled.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! I just tried to use products that didn’t use that as a part of their process in manufacturing so as to not cause any unnecessary distress.”

He nodded understanding your thought process. The Devildom didn’t have such markers since suffering was the norm.

The fact that you were thinking about what products you used and their impact on others, even just some animals, had him reassessing you.

It was more thoughtful than he originally credited you. When you and him were joking around and gossiping, he figured your interests were more superficial.

It was refreshing that not only could you keep up with the most recent hot news around town but you truly cared and respected your impact on others.

“Asmo?” You asked, he had been quiet for a while lost in thought.

“It’s nothing!” He recovered but he kept peeking back at you with a mysterious smile.

Satan

The two of you were studying in the RAD library.

There was a particularly tough exam coming up, notorious for dropping the GPA of 75% off the class.

Satan was confident in his abilities but he agreed to come study for your sake. He didn’t have access to know your grade like Lucifer did but he assumed you were struggling by your pleas for his help and deprecating jokes about failing.

He watched as you diligently took out your books and notebook. You flipped through a few of your notes and then shifted your focus to your textbook. Satan shrugged as he opened his own books, you seemed to be off to a fine start.

After about an hour you asked, “Can we quiz each other?”

He agreed and flipped to the end of the chapter he was on for the review questions. Satan took a question and asked it in a slightly different way so you couldn’t rely on memorized answers.

To his surprise you answered correctly and made up a question for him that he thought was actually pretty difficult.

Of course he got it right but shrugged it off as a fluke that you didn’t mean to ask such a hard question. The next one he asked you was harder, not from the textbook in any way, it was something that the teacher had mentioned offhand in class.

You got it correct again. With your turn next, you asked another complex question.

Satan answered properly but was now on the edge of his seat, surely twice in a row was not a coincidence.

His next question, he matched your difficulty. You thought for a few minutes and dived into explanation with examples and even a source that you quoted off the top of your head. Your answer was insightful and succinct.

You were waiting for Satan’s assessment of your answer but he sat unmoving.

“Was I mistaken?” You asked, and started frantically looking through your notes.

While you reviewed your materials, Satan was seeing you in a new light. He figured you got along so well with Mammon because the two of you could joke and slack off with the best of them. He thought that you and Asmo got along more as a pair of airheads. But here you were, in this moment your intelligence came off as easy and effortless.

“No, you were right.”

“Really?” you looked up surprised but happy.

He smiled back, but wondered, “What is your current grade in this class, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Last I checked, like 96?”

Satan laughed and shook his head, unbelievable that he thought otherwise.

Leviathan

He already thought of himself as a charity case. The fact that you would be willing to sacrifice your time to be with him was a miracle in his eyes.

No matter how many times you told him you wanted to hang out with him, it wasn’t a sacrifice, he still didn’t believe you.

When he gets more comfortable around you, he let’s you see his uglier sides when the envy consumes him.

You were a safe space he could vent to and you took that responsibility seriously. You listened and he felt the things he shared never left his room when you left.

It was after one of those vent/gaming sessions that you had to excuse yourself.

You had never gotten up in the middle like that and it scared Levi, had he gone too far? Did you actually hate him?

He watched silently as you left the room. Once the door closed, he was on his feet, what was so important? He decided to follow you.

Levi followed about a hallway behind you, as you turned a corner he would sprint to the corner to watch where you go next.

He followed all the way to the kitchen? He didn’t want to peek in fear of being caught but he listened as you greeted Beel.

Beel asked what’s up and you answered you were getting snacks for an intense gaming night with Levi. Beel must have perked up with the snacks you grabbed and you shooed him off, “If Levi’s up for it, you can join us but you can’t have that snack, I made it for a special occasion.”

Special… special? Levi couldn’t wrap his head around it when he thought of himself but the silence in the kitchen meant you must be leaving… meaning you were heading right for the door he was cupping!

He turned around and found a hiding spot on the other side of the hall behind a vase.

The door swung open as he held his breath. You started the way you came. You were heading for his room and he wasn’t there!

Cue montage of Levi comically running through the halls of HOL to get to his room before. He jumps into his gaming chair seconds before you open his door quietly.

He was panting and sweaty when he turned towards you with a smile, totally failing to act natural.

“Sorry I got up so abruptly but I just remembered I made you this!” You presented a cupcake exactly replicated from the anime the two of you watched last week.

Levi’s heart melted, he felt bad that he had second guessed you. He reached out for the cupcake with one hand and with the other he took your hand to pull you to the bean bags. He was blushing but still said, “Let’s put on that anime while I eat it.”

The level of detail that you had gotten correct showed how dedicated you had been to paying attention to his interests and how much you cared for him in turn. He was also impressed with your baking knowledge, it takes a decent level of skill to be able to replicate something just from seeing it.

The scene was coming up where the protag was going to give the cupcake and Levi was struck with the most embarrassing thought. But if anyone would indulge him, it was you.

As the protag took the cupcake, Levi copied their posture. Then he copied their words in unison they both said, “Thank you, no one has ever made me anything like this before.” The two of them ripped the cupcake in half in the same spot and he extended the half to you as he protag did, “Will you share it with me?”

“Of course!” You and the character answered together then giggled as Levi blushed and hid behind the half cupcake as the two of you returned to sitting on the beanbags.

There was no way he was ever going to forget this moment, his eyes opened to how much you did care for him. Even if he was doubtful of others by nature, he would never doubt you again.

Mammon

People always write Mammon off as dumb and because you have a pact with him, you’re often included in that assumption. The two of you get along like peas in a pod. You’re here for a good time and Mammon can definitely provide that.

His schemes to make money keep things interesting so you usually go along unless you have other commitments. Today’s work was clean-up in the local park. Not because it was lucrative, but because this was a punishment from a prank that backfired.

You had pleaded with Diavolo for a lighter sentence on Mammon’s behalf as his pact partner and Diavolo indulged you.

Mammon was brooding on your way to the park but you were looking forward to being outside in nature for the day so you chattered aloud to fill the silence.

Barbatos was waiting for you two with the materials you would need. He gave you a look of pity when you turned but Mammon caught it and knew Barbatos was probably feeling sorry you had to be punished when you didn’t do anything. Mammon ripped the rake out of Barbatos’ hand and sulked off after you.

You each set to different tasks, Mammon raking leaves and you weeding the flowerbeds.

Demons and spirits passed with a few snickers, definitely not the first time Mammon had been sent to do community service but he hated that you were now a laughing stock with him. You didn’t seem phased by it though, even flashing him a bright smile when you two made eye contact.

Halfway through the day, the two of you were taking a break for a snack and fluids, you shared a bench and admired the work so far. “We might even finish early!” You shared your optimism.

Mammon nodded but still kept quiet. It was so unlike him and you were hitting your limits of how to try to get him out of his own head, you figured he would be back to normal tomorrow but missed hearing his voice.

You two split the last of the duties, you were now cleaning equipment and decorations while he was trimming bushes and trees.

While Mammon was trimming a nearby bush, he heard your voice, then heard his name. He peeked through the bush to watch you talking with a crow.

“I thought it would make the day more fun if I was here with him because he always makes me have fun but it’s like I’ve made his mood worse…” You looked down at the bird bath you had been polishing and knelt down. The crow watched your movements from it’s perch on the top. “Maybe he hates that I intervened with Diavolo, I probably overstepped. I don’t know what I can do to get Mammon out of this funk. What do you think?”

The crow outstretched it’s wings and took off. You pouted, but continued polishing. Mammon was about to push through the bushes to comfort you, his mood wasn’t your fault and he felt even worse that you thought that but then the crow returned.

It swooped onto your shoulder and dropped something into your hand. You jumped with surprise and it scared the crow off your shoulder, it resettled on the bird bath. “This is perfect! Thank you!” The crow let you give it a few scritches and took off once more. You looked around for Mammon.

He nonchalantly rounded the bush so you would notice him, “Mammon! Look!” You rushed over and handed him the object.

It was a golden grimm coin. You explained, “A crow gave it to me, that has to be good luck! Take it and your luck will change, you won’t be punished forever!”

He wrapped you in a tight hug. What did he do to deserve you? Why did you care about him so deeply that you’d give him your treasure and good luck?

You laughed into his hug and he pulled back, “Alright, let’s finish this up and go home, I’ll treat ya to some ice cream on the way back.” He ruffled your hair but your shining eyes and too big smile made him blush and turn away.

Lucifer

He questioned if putting you under Mammon’s care at first was a mistake.

It’s not that you didn’t get along, in fact you two got along too well. Was Mammon’s stupid tendencies to slack off rubbing off on you?

You had been coming back late without being accompanied by one of his brothers and he was determined to find out what you were up to.

For the morning, he watched as you and Mammon walked to school. Lucifer stayed far enough away so he couldn’t be sensed so he couldn’t hear what you two were saying but it was clear you were having a good time. Mammon was snickering as you animatedly gestured and walked backwards. Lucifer’s heart warmed that his brother was genuinely happy then realized he was getting distracted.

You sat through your first class diligently taking notes and participating. The same for most of the classes that day. Lucifer started to acknowledge your responsibility to learning but it made him all the more curious as to why you skipped your last class.

He watched you look around for any onlookers and dipped into the library. He was both surprised and amused that you were meeting with Simeon. The angel was leading you astray?

Simeon didn’t look happy about it either, probably scolding you for missing class, but he was a pushover and your pathetic look won him over. The two of you sat as Simeon talked. You were taking notes on whatever Simeon was lecturing on.

You left the interaction and Lucifer took the chance to talk with Simeon himself. He learned that you were asking about stories from the Celestial Realm. Simeon offered that it was just human nature to be curious what lays beyond life. Lucifer, the ever-skeptic, didn’t believe that was it.

He had lost your trail by talking to Simeon so he went home to wait for your return.

Lucifer intercepted you as you tried to sneak in. “MC, this way please,” he led you to his office, “How was today?”

“Good?” you answered but was unsure why he looked so serious.

“How was class?”

You got nervous but answered, “Fine, same old same old.”

“Ah,” Lucifer smirked, “And how was Simeon?”

Your attempt to play dumb failed spectacularly when you stammered, “W-who’s Simeon?”

“Lying to me won’t do you well,” Lucifer reminded.

“Sorry, it’s just it wasn’t an approved activity so I didn’t want anyone in your family to be implicated…” you scratched the back of your head and looked away.

“And what activity is that?”

“Oh I thought you knew since you caught me,” you laughed, “Solomon and I were going to play with young demons at an orphanage in town. We were telling them stories from the Human Realm but I thought it would be nice to incorporate stories from the Celestial Realm too.”

Lucifer sighed.

You took that as a sign he was disappointed so you continued, “Let me explain, I know I should have asked permission first and for that I’m sorry. Solomon and I just stumbled on the place one day and the kids bombarded us with questions, never having seen humans before and before I knew it we were going almost everyday. I guess I thought it wouldn’t be bad because exposing the next generation of demons to humans would help Diavolo’s mission to strengthen relations between the realms. And I asked Simeon for stories so we could share Celestial Realm things too without getting Simeon in trouble or putting him in an uncomfortable position.”

Well that was definitely an eye opener for Lucifer. What you said made sense that changing minds starts with the youth. His original assumptions that you were just shirking responsibilities was way off base. He didn’t want to but admitted to himself he was wrong. Not only had you been doing something charitable but you were furthering Lord Diavolo’s message in a different way.

“You’re correct, you should have asked permission,” he started and you sank in your seat, “but I don’t see any harm in what you’re doing except for missing classes.” You sank further in your seat. “For skipping class, you’ll need to do extra studies,” he paused to make sure you knew this was a punishment, “I think a fitting topic would be interracial communication with a focus on the youth of Devildom.”

You perked up with a smile, “So I can keep going to the orphanage?”

Lucifer fought back a smile himself, trying to continue to be stern, “Yes, but that’s only if you don’t skip class and you have one of my brothers accompany you. As competent as Solomon is, he is also human and I would feel better if you had a demon escort.”

You were absolutely beaming now. “I’d like that but I don’t think you brothers would be interested.”

“They’ll do what they’re told but I think the twins would enjoy it the most,” Lucifer offered.

“Thanks! I would like if you could join us sometime too,” you suggested shyly.

He did smile at that, “If my schedule allows,” He didn’t finish before you were hugging him. He stiffened, not used to being hugged after doling out a punishment but softened and returned your hug, “I’ll make time to join you.”

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #my writing #anon squad

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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years ago

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dating the armed detective agency’s medic

a/n: of course i have to write one for the ADA even though i’m a biased port mafia bitch. there’s a bit more characters here so i’ll try to keep each one short but still very fluffy and sweet <3

this man is always getting himself injured and even though agency has yosano, fukuzawa thought it would be a good idea to hire another medic who could deal with less life-threatening injuries

ofc dazai flirts with you the first chance he gets and every time he comes into your clinic

dazai: good morning my dear belladonna! the weather is beautiful today, but not as beautiful as you of course

you: YOUR ARM IS BROKEN PLEASE SIT DOWN

although as much as he likes to slightly mess with you, dazai genuinely enjoys coming to the clinic and being treated by someone like you

he likes observing your hands and how careful they are when they bandage his arm or that cute little scrunch of your brows when you’re bandaging his forehead

while on a mission, atsushi and kunikida go the extra length to protect dazai because they know you’re worried about him

and then one day dazai comes into your clinic again and instantly you think that something has happened

until he surprises you by bringing out a bouquet of flowers

‘if i get injured less on missions, would you let me take you out on a date?’

jokes on you though after you guys date dazai finds every excuse to visit you in the clinic

he’ll get papercuts on purpose just so he can get you to put a bandage on them

kunikida is annoyed because dazai they’re just papercuts jfc also please go back to work

seeing that you’re always concerned about his health and well-being, dazai finds himself making much less attempts cause he knows the stress it puts on you when you have to bandage him up after and make sure he’s alright

thanks to you our man is able to take care of himself a bit more

even though he is your boyfriend he’s still going to mess with you in any way he can

he’ll barge into your office claiming that his chest hurts because you didn’t give him a kiss that morning

also will highkey hug you from behind even if you’re treating another patient

the first time he meets you is for a physical exam check-up because it was required at the agency and he feels embarrassed at first seeing that the agency’s medic was gorgeous

atsushi was fresh out of the orphanage so of course he was quite malnourished and still had some injuries from his abuse

you had no idea who’d dare hurt such a sweet boy so you do your best to treat him and instructed atsushi to come in for some follow-up check-ups

although when he comes in for that check-up he talks about how he’s been healthy because he eats a lot of chazuke and you’re like ‘oh no, no, no, please eat other things too’

you end up packing him a bento box because he’s your patient so ofc you have to keep him healthy

the two of you run into each other a lot in the morning because atsushi tends to come in way earlier than he’s supposed to so you often find him sitting in front of the locked door

thus begins your early morning chats. atsushi’s always polite and never interrupts when you talk and you love how he shows so much interest in whatever you say

atsushi began to realize that he has feelings for you but boy is he bad at concealing them also ranpo kind of busted him in front of everyone in the agency including you

but atsushi was saved by you hinting that you wouldn’t mind going on a date with him at all and he’s ecstatic until he realizes he hasn’t been on a date before

he takes you out to a nice restaurant and insists on paying for everything

nothing much changes with your routine but atsushi likes to bring you breakfast in the morning and the two of you have little dates before going into the office

he knows how worried you get when he goes out on especially dangerous missions but he does everything he can to protect the city and the new home he found with the agency and you

this guy was one of the people, other than yosano and fukuzawa, who interviewed you for the job and you can’t forget how intense he was when it came to asking questions

of course, you answered all of them well but kunikida was very serious that you knew how dangerous it could be to be involved with the agency

there was a self-defense portion in the interview that you knew about and of course kunikida was the one who added that

to his pleasant surprise, you managed to dodge all his incoming attacks (kunikida lowkey found it hot, like that’s requirement number ten on his list checked right there)

kunikida does get injured a fair amount during missions and he doesn’t want to get dissected by yosano all the time so he goes to your clinic that’s right near the office

he likes how efficiently you work and how gentle your hands are that even when you’re stitching up his wound he almost can’t feel a thing

however, kunikida does have a bad habit of not resting for the appropriate number of days. like, even with a bullet wound he’ll still hobble over to his desk to finish his paperwork

once, he came down with a terrible case of the flu so of course you sent him home only for kunikida to sneak back into the office when he thought no one was looking

you ended up taking kunikida home but poor guy could barely do anything by himself so you took care of him too

kunikida is definitely the delirious babbling when he’s sick so he ends up talking about his list of traits for an ideal woman and how you filled out a good portion of it

when he wakes up (much more sane) he sees you reading that list on his notebook and he’s like WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

he handed you the notebook personally before passing out and kunikida can’t live it down

you: well, even if i don’t match all these requirements, would you still be interested in going out?

kunikida: yes... please

everyone can tell that kunikida’s about to go on a date because of how nervous he is the entire day

he knows how tight your schedule can be and how busy he is with with work but he always makes time to have his lunchbreak with you

loves to hear about your day and even has some space in his notebook dedicated to any interesting stories you have

the first time you met him was when he also had his physical check-up which ranpo insisted he didn’t need but fukuzawa made him so he had no choice but to follow

the entire time ranpo’s just like ‘nothing’s wrong with me, see?’ and then you do a simple dental check-up and find that he has like two cavities he didn’t want to tell anyone about it because he’s scared of the dentist *cue ranpo trying to run away and you grabbing him by the poncho*

of course fukuzawa makes him go to the dentist too but ranpo insists that you have to be the one to take him and schedule the appointment and come along

truth be told, you’ve always been pretty attracted to ranpo because you know of his skill as a detective so you were excited to have this day with him

only for you to have to physically restrain ranpo to the dentist’s chair (you even had to call kenji to help) while his teeth was getting checked

ranpo was squeezing your hand the entire time and he was fairly grumpy after the whole ordeal that he wouldn’t even talk to you until he asked if you could get ice cream

you: the dentist just told you to eat less sweets

ranpo: but i neeeeed them

you: fine, how about frozen yogurt?

after the dentist trip, you know how much of a hard time ranpo has with eating less sweets so you decide to leave fruit on his desk as a healthier alternative but he won’t TOUCH IT

after some bribery on fukuzawa’s part (’i’ll acknowledge you if you eat fruit more and also tell atsushi to give you a piggyback ride every day’) he finally concedes

he actually finds himself liking fruit so in the afternoon he’ll swing by the office just in time for you to be slicing fruit

ranpo gets over the fact that you sent him to the dentist and enjoys his time in the clinic eating fruit with you and sleeping on the cots inside

your clinic is where he hides when he doesn’t want to do work and when he pouts and asks you to say that he’s sick you can’t help but go along with it

he’s also super physically affectionate around you. will literally have his body draped over yours sometimes while you work

people start talking about how you two look good there and one time someone asked if the two of you are dating and ranpo’s like ‘of course we are!’

and you’re surprised self is about to protest when ranpo smirks at you and says ‘why? am i wrong?’

lmao ofc he’s not you’ve been struggling to keep yourself from being a flustered mess around him

he’s still clingy around you but this time he comes into the clinic every few minutes to ask for a kiss

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