#i'm short and in denial

[felixthedepressedpeachicedtea]

I call these "I'm too fucking short and in denial of it" shoes

Accidently looks kinda aesthetic

[ryllen]

i have to get this out of my system

[overly-verbose]

(Here's a crack/ship fic I wrote! Have fun reading XD ps. Please ignore the first one I saw a typo and wanted to add moreee)

Sukuna ate a burger and blamed it on Sukuna who another Sukuna believed was telling the truth, so he felt unsure around the other Sukuna’s presence.

So another time when the same thing happened again that Sukuna took no time at all to put it on the same Sukuna.

That Sukuna is sad, upset that the other Sukuna wouldn't believe him.

When there came a time where the Yuujis met, Sukuna wanted another Yuuji for himself, but Sukuna won't let him. Threatens to paint his guts to the walls and the ground red.

The Sukuna relented and pulled back, afraid. Then he left to sit on his own. Another Sukuna watches from the sideline, shaking his head from the scene.

Sukuna, realizes this then goes to talk to the Sukuna and starts to talk about how he doesn't hate him and even appreciates his company. He's different from other Sukunas, more innocent than others. He may be clumsy, but he's also trying his best and that's such a beautiful and heartwarming l thing.

Sukuna, surprised and even a bit touched, starts to blurt out what he thought the other Sukuna was great at and that he wanted to be like him. To be strong, to be able to protect his Yuuji as he does with his and when he's with him, he felt a blanket of safety around him even with his demonic aura.

The two said their pieces and sat there in a comfortable silence and after a moment the other Sukuna reached out his hand, a start to friendship.

The expression on the other Sukuna looks a bit torn and stricken with some kind of grief, but he continues to smile before grasping the waiting hand. Then there's a tug and he was pulled into a tight embrace. His eyes widened, unsure of what to do before he slowly started to wrap his hands around the other's back.

Then the other older Sukuna spoke.

“I hope we can be friends.”

Yea 👍

[melonisopod]

Not even a minute into this video and I'm clapping and cheering and crying and puking and shitting oh my god YES THANK YOU

[amtrak12]

... Okay how the fuck am I supposed to write a summary for a 'stream of conscious' style fic that covers ~2.5 seasons worth of story in 14k words? Everything I try clashes horribly with the fic's vibe 😩

And by 'stream of conscious', I mean present tense, intentional run on sentences mixed with partial sentences, less names/more pronouns (benefit of writing m/f for once), minimal dialogue, doesn't get into the weeds of - anything really - but especially not canon plots. It just highlights the differences due to the soulmark AU. Like the entire fic is basically a summary already??? How am I supposed to tease it in a way that matches the format? #stumped

[euclydya]

waow art is coping <= in hel

[harocat]

People really think that canonically HC is built like a tank.

Where are they getting this though. He's described as slender and lanky. He's certainly broader than XL, and it says as much, but XL is a small guy. He's one of the shortest characters in the cast (though he is ofc extremely physically strong, so he's buff in his own way).

Like there is only ONE version of the series; adaptation, official art, etc. where HC is BIG, and it's the one where he didn't start off that way but expanded into nineties yaoi proportions as the series went on. He's good in the early manhua and early manhua official art.

Like isn't this the first official art of HC??

That's not huge or swole or tanky. that's just a... tall guy. But over and over in this fandom you're 'ignoring canon' if you deny that he's huge like *Ember's HC.

[magnusmodig]

rough childhood headcanon qs / @clxscdeyes / no longer accepting !

╰┈➤ 7 . how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?

||. one whole "today years old" post!ragnarok and hela's reveal. Except, even then, according to the movie, not really because Thor is still in heavy denial about all of it where Odin is concerned. I've spoken a bit (here) about how Thor adores his family; he idolizes them and views them through blinding rose-colored glasses, (especially when they're deceased) and that is especially true of his circumstances.

So, very often times when the truth clashes with the rose-colored view of them (namely: his father), Thor does one of two things: find a way to justify the words or action with the surrounding context of the time to make it make sense (e.g., well he scolded me harshly because i was talking back), or avoid it altogether. (this is his go-to. no talking about it; thor would rather not right now, so he does not.)

Key example being: he would rather focus on how his father changed his ways, and the Odin that he knew and grew up with was a man who had turned away from pursuing war for war's sake, and was instead one who valued peace and life. He would rather focus on that aspect of Odin, and take in the broader picture of Odin's life. REGARDLESS of the fact that what Thor is deeply, personally affected - not with the realization that Odin changed his ways once upon a time - but by the fact that he lied to him, manipulated him, and controlled and shaped every aspect of his being, for Thor's whole life, JUST to avoid another Hela. Someone who Thor is not, could not be farther from, and never knew about, because Odin (apparently) kept the matter of his true first-born a closely-guarded secret and seemingly would have continued to were it not for Odin's death, Hela's escape, and Ragnarok all coinciding at the same moment in time. And this, all because Thor rationalizes it as "well, I wouldn't want to be remembered and judged based on the person that I used to be. I should extend that same kindness to my father, because he too, changed." (x10 because now Odin is dead. And it's in poor-taste to speak ill of a dead man.)

The problem namely being: Thor only talks about things when Thor decides it's time to talk about things ; when he is ready. ...but as this is a topic that ripple effects down to Thor's core, good luck getting him to open up about it, even just with himself.

[sans-theskele-oof]

i did the group chat member quiz and first time around I got isaac. i then did it a second time and chose the most ‘homophobic’ (jkjk) answers and got yumi. mans truly is the token straight in denial.

[juliamccartney]

LMAO somehow i always come back to wondering if i'm actually a guy

[koumeowkami]

kinning so many tsundere characters made me realize i'm a bit of a tsundere as well...

[startanewdream]

How do u think jily would react to harrys death in ur jily lives au (not a prompt but just curious to hear ur thoughts)

Oooh, but I love prompts! In fact, I once got a prompt for this and there you have One Minute.

[colection-of-chaos]

Whumptober 2024 Day 28: denial

TW: Murder, loss of lovedone, blood, death

Loosing you

“No! No…No…Nononono! Please, No” Delora fell to her knees next to Beller. They couldn‘t leave her. They had no right to leave her. Not now.

Delora reaches for their cheek, softly touching. “Please, Bell” Beller's breathing was rigged, a little as if they were drowning, just that there was no water choking them. There was a good chance that it was blood, though. That there was blood in their lungs or their throat. It wouldn't be surprising, blood seemed to be all over Beller. 

Not that that was of any interest to Delora, she just feared and hoped. Held onto the hope that there was some way Bellar would live. Would stay with her. 

They were dying, but that was not what Delora observed, not anymore. Not since the moment she had seen them fall over. 

Their screen seemed stuck in her head, running on repeat, drawing out most of the things happening. 

Delora's eyes were less fixated on the body and more on the face of the person, she loved more than anything.  

Her hand had found it placed on the back of Beller's head now.  Face so close to theirs that she could taste the busts of breath, leaving their mouth. 

“You're OK. I get you help.” She whispered. Promising something she needed to believe possible. Even if there was only a small chance for it to be.  Because if it wasn't than that would be unbearable to her. 

Delora tries to remember what little first aid knowledge she had. Should she turn Beller on the side? 

Make sure that there was nothing stuck in his thought? 

The fact that they were covered in blood, started to creep in on  the corners of her perceptions. 

Still, she couldn’t just give up on them. There wasn‘t much left, that she loved, but Beller was certainly one of these things, and she would hold on to them, like her life depended on it. 

She should probably get help. From where and how, though she had no idea. They had been alone in the ally, apart from the person that had attacked Beller, who had already left. 

Delora didn’t want to leave them behind, though. 

She should probably put pressure on the wound, wasn’t that what you were supposed to do, when someone was bleeding?

Delora took her hands off Beller’s head to press them on his chest. Pressing down to make sure he wasn’t dying, leaned onto the wound to put enough pressure on it. 

Delora did that for a while, she wasn’t sure how long. It didn’t seam to help, tough. 

She became more and more aware, that she needed to get someone to help, this wouldn’t keep them around, she needed to get up and get someone.

“I need to leave you for a bit” she whispered to them putting one of her hands on their cheek again, “I’m coming back, Ij’m just getting help” She touches his for head softly before getting up and running in the direction of the next lively street.

[rxj-the-punk]

I bought a new game. Meet my son:

I sure hope nothing bad happens to him!

[nightshadedumplings]

Thinking about someone who is so vehemently against getting pregnant, they're completely in denial up to their due date. They're on birth control, they insist on always using a condom, or maybe they don't think it's even possible for them to get pregnant. Maybe their partner tampers with their BC, and starts secretly feeding them fertility drugs.

The early symptoms are easy to ignore, since they have no reason to suspect they could even be pregnant. When they start to show, they insist it's just a little extra weight, to themselves and everyone else. Those little flutters inside are just indigestion or something.

Their belly keeps growing, and even though they are putting on weight almost everywhere, it gets more and more obvious that it's mostly their belly that's getting bigger and rounder. They eat more, both because of cravings, and because the little part of them that knows what's happening has to do whatever it can to hide their pregnancy. No matter how much weight they put on, it can't hide how heavy and swollen with babies their belly is, but they still manage to deny that they're carrying.

They end up huge, with babies kicking all throughout their massive belly. Their belly button is popped out, but they've blown up so much, they can't see it unless they look in the mirror, something they've deliberately been avoiding for months.

Their partner goes along with it, mostly, but they can never resist making comments here and there. They'll let their hand slide over their big belly, asking things like, "are you sure you're not pregnant? You're getting pretty big," and, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say your due date is coming up."

When their due date is finally approaching and they start feeling braxton hicks, that's when their partner finally starts forcing their attention to just how big and pregnant they've gotten. They lift their shirt all the way up over their belly and chest, showing how they've developed big, pendulous teats, with thick, dark nipples. They'll rub that burgeoning belly, pressing on it all over to make the babies kick, because at that size, there's obviously more than just one baby in there.

Still, they'll insist they don't know what their partner is talking about. They've just gotten fat, they don't have to be mean about it. Their partner pretends to concede, before latching onto their tit, pumping it with one hand. It's so sensitive, they don't even think to push them away, laying back and letting it happen. Their discomfort is getting worse, though, with the weird cramps in their belly and a pressure in their tits. They gasp and moan when they feel something strange in their chest, looking down to see their partner releasing their breast, their nipple dripping. "You're making milk," their partner says with a sly grin before switching to the other tit.

They're petrified, staring down at their leaking teat and their stretched, overfull belly. Their partner presses on it, and makes the babies kick. "The babies are so active," their partner stops sucking at their tit to say, before getting right back to it. They whimper as they feel their milk letting down again, their partner eagerly swallowing as much as they can get.

The cramps have just been getting worse and worse, to the point now they can't stifle a cry. "It's almost time. You're gonna pop any minute, now," their partner says. They just shake their head, not wanting to believe what they know is true. Within moments, they're holding their belly and wailing, feeling as if something actually has popped inside of them, a strong cascade of fluids splashing out from between their spread legs.

All they can do is grunt and shout, "I'm... not... pregnant!" as they struggle to push out their first baby, the head bulging their pants.

[valwrote]

PICK YOUR DOMESTIC HUSBAND 🛒

WHICH HUSBAND IS ON THE DOMESTICITY MENU TODAY?

featuring: diluc, alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, neuvillette.

synopsis: glimpses into married life with the genshin men.

warnings: implied fem!reader, occasional pet names, ooc (I have a sparse idea how diluc works, mention of "activities" (just mention I can't write smut pls), silly goofy ah loser coded men, mild swearing (damn, heck)

a/n: *stretching my back and crunching my neck.* I'm back from the dead. apologies for the choppy writing. thanks for the support on the other posts, if only I could write 50-page essays thanking everyone. <33 :')) not proofread.

DILUC 🍷

PRODUCT NAME: BREAKFAST AND KISSES IN BED. Diluc always hated the Knights of Favonius… 

He hated how most of them just stand around like buffoons and do not partake in any actual work that involves saving Mondstadt. He wouldn’t admit that he enjoys playing Batman. He hated them all except for one.

One he was willing to forgive all flaws of. "Knight of Favonius…always so inefficient,”  He scoffed at the pathetic sight of the hilichurls trying to dry roast a few knights roped to a wooden stick for their dinner. “Seriously, You’re so right Master Diluc.” Diluc’s head turned so fast at the sound of a new voice. When did you get here? Were you always there and how did he not sense you around?

That’s simply how you always were. A hard worker amidst slackers – he always termed despite Jean trying to explain that others work hard too. Perhaps that’s what caught his attention, honestly, he would never know what did. “G’morning…” He murmured against your skin, head buried in the crook of your neck, your flushed bare back pressed against him. “5 more minutes…” he heard your soft and groggy voice evoking a chuckle from the usually passive man. “Have I ever told you…how beautiful you are?” Diluc muttered against your skin. You smiled and turned around, “You always do. I remember my Dark-Knight Hero crying at the altar.” You pressed a finger against his chest, while he scoffed at the memory. “Don’t remind me about that, Kaeya doesn’t let me live that down…” He sighed, his brother consistently brought up the matter of him crying whenever he was losing an argument. Foul play if you ask anyone. “So…breakfast downstairs or in the bed?” He planted a kiss on your cheek while you hummed out a response, “Bed, you didn’t exactly go easy on me the previous night.” You recalled the events of the passionate night the day before. The honeymoon phase never seemed to end. “I am so sorry–” He panicked,” You're not in pain are you? I promise I’ll be gentle– I knew I should’ve been more considerat–” You stopped him by pressing a kiss against his lips. He groaned at the feeling of your soft lips touching his hands tangling themselves in your hair.

“I’m kidding silly… you should stop taking things so seriously unless you want me to start searching for grey hairs amidst those red locks of yours.” You snickered out seeing him release a breath of relief.

If the Darknight Hero really does exist, he's probably just someone in disguise. When he gets up in the morning to brush his teeth, it's the real him. He was his real him in front of you. People may call him a loser for such vulnerability…he was a loser for you.

ALHAITHAM 🌱

PRODUCT NAME: READING BOOKS OUT LOUD. One would say married to someone like Alhaitham was nothing short of a nightmare. They weren't 100% right. Shrouded beneath the aloof and meticulous personality resided someone who was in complete denial towards being loved. He loves it.

Who was he kidding? Nobody in a million years thought someone could put up with his insufferable personality — said Kaveh, his unpaying tenant. That was until he ran into you during his time as the newly appointed Scribe. You were like a painter, splashing heaps of paint in his 90s black-and-white life. Was eating ice cream always this enjoyable or was it because it was with you? Was the gossip between co-workers always this interesting or was it because it included you?

Why was his heart having an entire Queen’s rock and roll concert talking to you? Was it cardiac arrest or– He almost shuddered at the thought of it being what they called love.

“You’ve got flour on your face, sweetheart.” His teal eyes blinked amusingly into yours, a faint smile curling up his lips. You must have saved a nation in your previous life to land this man as your husband. Beige shirt perfectly sculpting around his abs – contrary to him calling himself “feeble,” hair slightly tousled and slight sleepiness in his eyes. He might not act like it but he was a little child whose needs had to be tended to like the coffee mug in his hands which you made, like usual. You wouldn’t want a cranky Alhaitham now, would you? “Hmpf, not my fault, this cooking book is completely bogus!” You rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand, wiping away any remaining flour. “This is so boring…if only someone could provide their poor wife with some entertainment.” You always resorted to theatrics to get him to do things for you, albeit begrudgingly. “No, the same tactic is not going to work again.” “Please…” “No…” He groaned, tone almost pleading not to put him through the torture again. “During better or worse!” You resorted to the ace up to your sleeve. WEDDING VOWS! “Stop quoting the wedding vows.” He sighed in defeat. The most intellectually gifted man in the nation couldn't win against his own wife. Ironical. He got up and grabbed a book out of the bookshelf; a small fraction of his much larger library.

“Miss Elizabeth,” Alhaitham lazily flipped through the pages earning a rebuke. “More emotion! You are ruining the scene.” Alhaitham sighed and cleared his throat, “I love you most ardently…” His tone was feathery soft, emotion surging in it. A smile crept up as he stared at you endearingly.

“That’s much better. Though I seriously think Mr Darcy should’ve said– Miss Elizabeth, allow me to kiseth thy lovely lips.” You mimicked the deep voice of the character with the failing British accent. “Please have mercy on Jane Austen’s ghost and let her enjoy the afterlife.” Alhaitham chuckled and continued reading as you continued baking.  It was a shame that a man of such talent only paid attention to the truth itself and not to the people around him. If only the searching eyes of the ordinary say the exception to his indifference, you.

This was your biosphere, just you, him, novels and food encapsulated inside your small home.

ZHONGLI 🪨

PRODUCT NAME: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND. What is the best but the most useless flex you have? Being married to the Geo Archon. The inability to just tell the whole world that you are married to the frigging god was painful. You yourself were surprised by your ability to control yourself. Zhongli was a man of carefully curated words. Instead of words, straight-up poetry flew out of his mouth. Everyone knew how much he adored his wife, every vendor, every acquaintance, heck even Venti. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's mysterious consultant. Handsome, elegant, and surpassingly learned. Excellent memory. A master of courtesy and rules. The amount of poor women who have tried to grab his attention. "Mr.Zhongli, how does this look?" the woman, who he remembered meeting over a history discussion 17 days ago. "Hm?" his amber eyes shifted to gaze at the hairpiece the lady was holding. "Most exquisite.." He remarked, seemingly going into deep thought. Instead of a compliment, he said something that made the woman back away, "Such beautiful craftsmanship...may I ask you to tell me where you found this? I wish to buy one for my wife–" he paused, seeing the lady vanished after pointing at the shop where she got it from. "Zhongli, you should be able to tell why people approach you..." Hutao sighed, standing beside the rather oblivious gentleman. "Let's just continue...we've got customers to find!" Hutao started walking alongside the railing, hoping to find people in need of funeral services. "Maybe we should go and ask peopl– Zhongli??" Hutao looked around for the Consultant, who was caught up chatting with a shopkeeper over some earrings. "Zhongli!" Hutao called out to him, causing his head to turn towards the director. "Oh, apologies...It seems I got too carried away. These earrings caught my eye...I'm sure [Name} would love them.." he mumbled, staring at the jewellery. "I'll take them." "Mister Zhongli? What about the payment..." The shopkeeper meekly asked, causing Zhongli to turn his head fully at Hutao; gazing expectantly. Hutao should've expected this... "Zhongli, we are out here to find customers! Not buying gifts for [Name], her birthday is months away!" "They say the best things should be done first. After all, why must I wait for one specific day to express my love for my beloved?" Zhongli asked curiously and Hutao shaked her head; love was clearly out of her expertise. Zhongli, he is particular about everything. He only attended the best operas and focused on the perfect ratio for the creation of an authentic dish.  On a typical day, all you will glean from him is a few pieces of useless trivia, because he particularly enjoys sharing these fun tidbits with you. He was particular about you and your likings. A smile on your face was what he wanted by the end of the day. For being someone alive for 6000 years, he could proudly say that he loved and cherished something– someone.

"Wait here, Director Hu...Perhaps I should get those flowers over there to accompany the hairpin and earrings..."

WRIOTHESLEY 🐺

PRODUCT NAME: BATTLE TO BUY A DOG OR NOT.

"Wriothesley, I want a dog!" You crossed your arms, staring down at the Duke who was glued to the chair in his office. “But why? That’s just unnecessary responsibility…” Wriothesley sighed, rubbing his temples. This was the 3rd time this month you’ve brought up this topic. Was he that incompetent in terms of filling his role as your significant other? Perhaps not with the never-ending paperwork. Oh, how he wished people would just stop committing crimes. “I get lonely in the Fortress…I want a child.” You put forth your point by using the term ’ child’. Child, dog same thing. You hoped to finally convince him this time.

“We have Sigewinne.” Wriothesley pointed at the head nurse prepping tea in the room with the back of his pen. “I am sorry, Your Grace but playing the role of the child is out of my job description.” The Melusine replied indifferently, pouring freshly seeped tea into the three cups. “Fine, we will go get one…I’ll schedule a meeting with the owner of the pet shelter. Happy?” He asked you, chin resting on his palm. Perhaps getting a dog was a good idea as he was guilty of being unable to spend quality time with you… “No way…” “Isn’t that..?” “The Duke of the Meropide–” “He rarely appears in public..” Wriothesley held out the door to the shelter for you, hoping you would go in and it would finally save him from the gaze of curious onlookers. The two of you walked in, only to be pounced upon by a big dog. “Kal! You sly dog! I knew I shouldn’t have let you out!” The caretaker yelled at the big ball of black fur who had tackled Wriothesley to the floor and was aggressively licking his face, tail wagging in delight. “Are you okay?” You asked your fallen husband, who just chuckled in response. “I am good just– Okay stop! I understand your gesture of love.” Wriothesley got up as the dog encircled him. “This one is so adorable…” you gasped at the cuteness radiating from the dog and its big brown eyes. “You’ve got a keen eye! This is Kal, Shiloh Shepard, one of the finest dogs out there.” The caretaker combed her fingers through the thick and groomed black coat of the canine. “He seems to have taken a liking to the Duke.” The caretaker continued as the dog ran back to Wriothesley, peppering his face with licks. “He even looks like you.” You teased as Wriothesley stared at you in disbelief. You did not just compare him to a dog…he even did a double take at the dog to confirm. “We will take this one then…” He chuckled in amusement. Never had he imagined marrying you and on top of that getting a four-legged beast. Needless to say, Wriothesley proudly walked out of the shelter, holding the big dog in his hands like a child. It felt complete ever since getting Kal; like your own little family. Wriothesley wouldn’t admit it but he loved the dog, despite it hogging all of your love and attention. He didn’t expect to be fighting over cuddling rights with a dog!? 

He watched you and Kal sleep peacefully on the couch, keeping him company while he finished up his work. He felt a sense of gratitude…people of the Fortress knew little of the crime he once committed. The only one who still remembers it like yesterday is Wriothesley himself. And no matter how much glory or repute he has earned, he still considers himself to be the same old Wriothesley he's always known.Neither a good person nor a complete villain. He's just another soul, still living on in this world. However, your eyes always reassured him in ways he couldn’t describe. Everything was perfect…

[Name]!! YOURDAMN DOG PISSED ON MY COAT!! Maybe not that perfect…whoops.

NEUVILLETTE 🌊

PRODUCT NAME: HELPING THE OTHER DRESS.

Monsieur Neuvillette, The Iudex of Fontaine, always wondered how his life had come to this. 500 years of serving his position as the Beacon of Justice, a lovely, beaming baker somehow broke the monotony. Well, calling you just a baker was now an insult. With your ring finger bejewelled, with one of the rarest gems– an ode to his undying loyalty and representation of his eternal love. “It’s astounding how a covert mission conducted by melusines could’ve landed someone such as myself a lady like her…” He muttered to himself, seeing his full form in the mirror. “Talking to yourself, again?” You leaned against the door frame, lopsidedly smiling at the peculiar antics of Fontaine’s most distinguished man. “Ah, apologies…I didn’t think you would notice me conversing with myself. Now I find myself in a rather awkward predicament.” He chuckled. Dear god, this man was so beautiful that his beauty was almost blinding with the morning sun perfectly hitting his face.

“Say ah,” You requested and he complied. Who better to take constructive criticism from other than your husband? “New filling?” He covered his mouth while chewing on the croissant. “Yup, how is it? I was experimenting with some Rainbow Roses and these Inazuman berries I bought.” You blinked curiously, waiting for some input. “Hmm it is very pleasant, it is fascinating how you manage to maintain the freshness of the fruit…” You smiled at his compliment, before noticing him struggling with the jabot around his neck. “Need help?” You offered and he nodded his head. “This is absurd..it usually isn’t this difficult.” He frustrated replied, it was amusing to see the cool and collected man all worked up about clothing. “I suggest simplifying your outfit.” You attached the jabot and secured it in with the teardrop brooch, fixing the ruffles. 

“Thank you. I do prefer my outfit as it conveys the message I wish for it to convey.” He explained before staring at you. You knew that look, he looked at you with his eyebrows slightly creased when he was hesitating from saying something. “What is it?” “Do I get a goodbye kiss before I leave?” “Pfft! I didn’t think you would take that seriously!” Conclusion: this man was wayyy to cute.

Neuvillette is a solitary person. Neuvillette is not known for his personal desires.

He was deemed as someone with unassailable impartiality. If only they knew that perhaps the Iudex was just a wee bit biased.

a/n 2.0: the crust will come off...hopefully. i wonder if it's possible to guess which one of them is my favourite??

don't steal, copy, plagiarise, or translate.

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