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lucidd-the-weirdo · 2 years ago
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New object ocs!! Hair Ball and Hay Bale!!
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chaotic-toasters · 6 months ago
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Up the Stairs?
This actually happened to me one time LMAO
England Lionesses x Teen!Reader
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"I'm not climbing those creepy old stairs!" Ella protested. "Y/N and Hannah should go. They're the youngest and the most fit, so if there's a serial killer hiding in the stairwell, they can outrun them. I'm taking the lift, I don't care."
You rolled your eyes. "C'mon, Hannah. Let's go."
"Tooney's such a baby," the Keeper laughed, matching your stride as you approached the hotel's staircase. "I swear, she believes the dumbest things."
You snickered. "Right?"
Hannah started climbing the steps, but you began bounding up them three at a time instead of your usual two. The girls always said you were childish, and this was one of the reasons why.
Because you weren't used to the extra height, you tripped, moving your hand out in front of you to break your fall. However, the sudden impact to your hand sent a sharp pain shooting down from your wrist to your forearm.
"Oh my days," Hannah grimaced, forcing you to sit as she gingerly picked up your hand. "How much does it hurt?"
You squinted at her. "On a scale of what?"
"One to 'take me to A&E, I'm dying'."
"Meh."
She scoffed. "Yeah, right. That crack echoed 'round the stairwell."
"That's just because the acoustics in here are really good," you dismissed her concern. "Seriously, Hannah. I'm fine."
"I'm still telling everybody," she warned. "We need to keep an eye on it. You might not have any symptoms now, but that can change in a few days."
You groaned. "Fiiine."
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"Are you hurt?! What happened?" Rachel yelled in your ear, startling you. "How did you break your hand?! Are you alright?"
You scooted away from her and closer to Alessia. "I'm fine, Rach. And I didn't break it, it's just a scratch."
"Scratch? More like a loud arse crack," Hannah shook her head. "I think we should take you to the medics. Even if you aren't feeling too much pain and it's not broken, you might have sprained it or something."
You pouted, turning to your more empathetic teammates pleadingly. "Lessi, Niamhy, tell them I don't need to! I'm literally fine."
"Sorry, kiddo," Alessia smiled apologetically. "I'm with Rach and Hannah on this one. If it goes untreated, it'll heal wrong and you'll have chronic pain."
Niamh nodded her agreement, a sheepish look on her face.
You turned to your last hope. "Hempo?"
The forward picked up your hand, turning it over and observing it. "Nah, you're fine."
"She doesn't even have full range of motion!" Hannah exclaimed. "Her wrist can't move in a circle smoothly."
"I'll go to the medics if it gets worse," you grumbled. "Now let me be."
An awkward grin spread across Rachel's face, causing you to frown. "What?"
She looked down, unable to remain neutral. "I- uh... I texted Leah."
As if on cue, the door flew open, revealing a very worried Captain England. "Y/N! What the hell did you do?"
You gasped, glaring at your traitorous teammate. "You snitch!"
"Get up, we're going to the medics," Leah pulled you up by your non-injured hand. "Come on, let's go."
You tried to remain still. "Leah-"
"We're going," Leah grunted, throwing you over her shoulder despite your protests. "You're not getting out of this."
You stared glumly at the floor, ignoring the giggles of your teammates.
"I need a medic for this one," Leah declared as she entered the room, setting you down on a chair. "She fell down the stairs."
Sarina's head whipped towards you. "What?!"
You looked at Leah indignantly. "No, I fell up the stairs. Get it right."
Leah threw up her hands in exasperation. "How do you fall up the stairs?"
"I was going up and I tripped," you answered, frowning when one of England's medics held up your arm and hand. "I fell onto the step above me."
Sarina sighed, rubbing her temples. "Did she fracture it or anything?"
The medic shook his head. "Likely a mild sprain, especially if she can still somewhat move it. We'll give her a wrist brace. I'm sure you know how that works, Y/N."
You gave Leah the stink-eye. "This is all your fault."
"No, this is all your fault," she corrected, patting you on the shoulder. "You're the one who likes to go up multiple steps at a time."
"Whatever," you stuck out your tongue, taking the brace from the medic. "We all know that this is really all Tooney's fault."
Leah paused. "Yeah, that's true."
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aubaee · 3 months ago
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hidden love — s.jy
enhypen jake head cannon
warnings: college!au, age gap by two years with Jake, reader attends a different uni from him.
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brother's best friend!Jake who first encountered you from a young age in middle school.
brother's best friend!Jake whom you haven't seen in a while ever since your older brother chose to attend a university with Jake three hours away from home.
brother's best friend!Jake greeted you with a bright smile, approaching you with a hug whilst messing up your hair.
"You're still the same height the last time I saw you," he playfully teases.
brother's best friend!Jake whom you have a small crush on since your first year of high school.
brother's best friend!Jake whom you have a bantering relationship with since you're both competitive.
"Nuh-uh, it's out of bounds!"
brother’s best friend!Jake who has a golden retriever vibe, in which you have a tendency to pat his head when he does something cute.
brother’s best friend!Jake who has a great sense of fashion taste, sometimes helping you pick out which clothes to buy when you ask.
brother's best friend!Jake who used to hang out at your house after school back then.
brother's best friend!Jake whom you have daily walks with Layla.
brother's best friend!Jake who’s love language is quality time.
“Want to build Lego’s with me downstairs?”
brother's best friend!Jake is great at playing sports such as soccer, baseball, badminton, and rugby.
"Let's take a break! I'm sweating too much, look-"
brother's best friend!Jake who is academically smart with honors.
brother's best friend!Jake who plays the violin for his school band.
brother's best friend!Jake who used to tutor you on your studies.
brother's best friend!Jake who easily gets scared from the loudest noise, especially when you drag him along to the horror night events, which he doesn’t really mind as long as he’s with you (in this case, he’s either hiding behind you or leaving you behind)
brother's best friend!Jake whom you tried to move on from your one-sided love by going on dates and hanging out more with friends.
brother's best friend!Jake whom you can't avoid at the house when he comes over during university breaks.
"Did I do something wrong?" He grasped onto your wrist, stopping you from your track, "You're acting different than usual."
brother's best friend!Jake who just realized he has feelings for you when he picked you up from your college dinner outing.
brother's best friend!Jake who looks out for you when you're attending parties with him and your brother.
brother’s best friend!Jake who wraps his arms around you from behind, glaring at the guy in front of you who’s been pestering you nonstop at the party.
“Who’s this, love? Is he bothering you?”
brother’s best friend!Jake who lends you his hoodies, loving the way you look in them, which are still in your closet. he'll switch out the hoodies once in a while so his cologne lingers a bit longer when you do wear them.
brother’s best friend!Jake who makes you blush by complimenting you every chance he gets.
"Your smile is so pretty."
"You look beautiful today."
brother’s best friend!Jake who you encountered at the movies with your close friends.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here. What movie did you watch?"
"Let me drive you back home."
"Do you want to eat dinner together?"
brother's best friend!Jake who secretly enjoys having you play with his long hair, of course he won't admit it.
brother's best friend!Jake who pouts when you don't focus your attention on him.
brother's best friend!Jake who loves cooking ramen for you when you come over to his house.
brother's best friend!Jake who becomes awkward seeing you cry, in which he tries to comfort you with hugs.
"I hate seeing you cry.."
"Let's go to that spot you've been wanting to go, my treat."
brother's best friend!Jake who charms you with his smile.
"I know I'm handsome but you might want to close your mouth before a fly goes in."
“I’m starting to think you have a crush on me.”
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a/n: hii, i'm back with another short cannon~ as you can tell, this is inspired by the c-drama "hidden love". i totally recommend watching it! im in love with the trope. I hope you enjoyed reading this~ Jake really has that older brothers best friend vibe. do you also get that from him or is it just me? lol btw have you watched ENHYPENs performance at KCON LA '24?? im so happy they added paranormal and fatal trouble into the setlist. ENHA really is the main event there, it felt like their concert. im so glad they had fun performing.
ENGENES if you have the time, pls: -> VOTE for XO on ALLCHART app under 'PRE-VOTE' -> VOTE ENHYPEN on the UPICK app under 'KWDA Boy Group Popularity Award' -> STREAM XO on YT, Stationhead, or Spotify We need more man power in regards to streaming and voting so we can help our boys earn more awards. If you have any questions, just lmk and i'll try my best to guide you. ^^
☆ pls like & reblog ☆
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bobbeshwar · 4 months ago
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kenji sato x reader
Sort of fluff | Kenji x sort of mean fem!reader | Love me some Kenji
I saw a TikTok that said if Kenji found out how many fangirls he has he would eat that shit up. Like I feel like he would def flex on the regular about it, he's so conceited. You cannot convince me otherwise…
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Anyway, I'm like imagining him with a reader who is a little mean and intimidating and you guys just got into an argument. Y’all need to see the vision, he needs someone that can humble him!!
It's practically the middle of the night, Emi snoozing soundly in her little capsule, your shared home quiet save for the two of you yelling. Your arguing is bound to wake her up soon.
"Out, Kenji." You said firmly, an effort to end the argument. You’re seated at the edge of the bed, legs crossed in your silky pajamas. You nod your head towards the half-open bedroom door with a glare that tells him you’re not looking for a response.
“I’m not the one in the wrong here.” He scoffs, stalking towards you, “If anyone is leaving, its should be you.” He ignores the anxiousness slowly growing in his chest, the slight fear of what you would do or say in response, but if there was one thing that Kenji Sato didn’t do, it was backing down.
You stood up, craning your neck slightly to look up at your partner’s face. Most times, the height difference between you and Kenji comforted you, but now it irritated you to no end. It wasn’t hard to get the reigns on Kenji, you were walking him like a dog ever since you started your relationship, but right now you couldn’t be more pissed off. He was in the wrong goddamnit.
“Are you making me repeat myself, Kenji?” You seethed, feeling slight delight at the way his hardened expression sort of faltered as you peered up at him.
He let out a loud sigh before grumbling and walking away from you to his side of the bed to snatch a pillow, you rolled your eyes at the sound of his little mumbles under his breath.
“Hope you have a good night.” You knew it was rubbing salt in the wound but you couldn’t help it.
Kenji, who was seconds from opening the door and leaving turned to you, “Yeah, I’m gonna have a great night! There are plenty of women online who would be happy to share a bed with me!”
You turn your head so fast it might as well break and fall off, “What did you just say to me?”
Kenji’s eyes widen at the sight of you, “N-Nothing, good night!” He says weakly before shutting the door behind him.
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sanguineterrain · 3 days ago
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Femjay you say 👀 how about the classic "you're alive?!" confrontation with a sprinkle of pining
sprinkle of pining you say-oh dear! i've dumped the whole bag in! along with a jar of erotic violence! whoopsies...
female!jason todd x afab!reader. violence, angy jay, reader being held down, crying, reunion. remember that girl best friend you had highkey lesbian tension with? yeah.
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It's her eyes you recognize first, oddly enough, through her cracked helmet. You shouldn't recognize her at all, with how everything about her has changed. Even the way she looks at you is different. You've never seen Jay Todd so ferocious.
"You weren't supposed to be here!" she screams.
It's true, you weren't. You stumbled across your dead best friend by accident, found her hissing and vicious with a shattered helmet and a smoking gun. Four dead men surround her.
"Get out."
All you can do is stare. She's alive. She's back. She's yours.
"Jay..."
Okay, you lied. This wasn't an accident. This was fate that you played a hand in. This was what was bound to happen after Jay got too close, let herself get seen. You've had an itch for months, eyes on your back. You're a civilian now, sure, but you loved a bat once.
She pries off her helmet and your breath hitches. God, she's beautiful.
"What is wrong with you? You could've fuckin' gotten shot."
Your legs start moving. Your arms part. You expect the feel of a soft cape between your fingers, black curls to tickle your chin due to a height difference you never let her forget.
Jay drops her gun, grabs your wrists, and knocks the wind out of you in a graceful takedown. You can't even be mad.
"You're alive," you choke out.
When she was Robin, you had a slim chance of physically overtaking her. Now, double in size and muscle, Jay keeps you pushed to the ground with no chance of getting free. Her hands hold you by your wrists, body hovering close so you can't move much.
Her eyes are wild. A mix of blue and green. More green than you remember. Her irises have swallowed her pupils and her curls are knotted and frizzy. You feel inexplicably hunted.
"How dare you?" she spits. "How fuckin' dare you come here?"
"Jay," you say softly, unable to keep your eyes fixed on one part of her. You're afraid to blink and make her disappear.
"I could've shot you," she says. "You could be dead right now."
"You're a good shot."
You mean it as a compliment. Jay only seems to get angrier.
"I have to be. I'm the only one keeping myself alive," she says. You make a weak noise in your throat.
"I should've looked for you," you say.
She scoffs. "Don't say stupid shit. You're smarter than that."
"I should've," you insist. "I should've found you. I felt you."
"Yeah? Feel how I could tear you apart? It comes so easy now, you have no idea. 'M fuckin' soaked with blood."
You stay silent. Jay's eyes flash. She leans in, breath hot on your ear.
"Are you scared?" she asks like she knows the answer.
But she doesn't.
Your legs part further so she can kneel comfortably. You shake your head.
Jay snarls. "You should be. I've killed people. I'll keep killing."
"It's okay," you say. "You're angry. It's okay to be angry. I don't blame you. No one does."
"Stop talking like that!" she yells, tears in her eyes. "Stop talking like we're friends. We aren't friends. You don't know me!"
"But I do," you say, limp beneath her, like a lamb caught in a wolf's bite. "Jay, I do."
"No, you don't," she snaps. Her voice is mocking, brittle. "You know your fancy publishing job in a big shiny office, away from this shithole, and-and fuckin' Paul from Marketing who brings you banana pancakes from the diner."
Your breath comes out in a careful exhale. "You've been keeping tabs on me. How long have you been back?"
Jay's mouth quivers as she bares her teeth. "I took you to that diner. It was mine first."
"It never stopped being yours," you say quietly.
"You—" Jay growls in frustration. Her hands squeeze your wrists. "This isn't how it's s'posed to go. Hate me, hate me. I'm a monster."
"You're not."
"You're fuckin' deluded," she says, eyes glassy with tears. "Fuckin'—sleep so heavy, like I can't slip in and smother you. No one would know. Make tea in your-your robe, don't even pull the curtains shut. I can see you. Anyone can."
"I missed you, Jay," you say, a heart-shaped lump in your throat.
"And so what?" she asks, tears falling down her cheeks. "So fuckin' what if you missed me? You kept living."
You try to pull your hand free, and to your surprise, you do. Jay lets you slip out of her grip. You use your free hand to hold her scarred cheek, wipe her tears with your thumb.
Jay is perfectly still for several moments. Then she wraps two big hands around your ribs, pulls your shoulders forward like nothing, and rests her cheek on your chest. She shakes into your skin, kneeling between your legs.
You hug her head, smell her new-old smell, and let her curls tickle your chin once again.
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dimepdf · 2 years ago
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★  𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. + 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. with Gojo's help Toji reminds you that its only you for them, time for trouble make it double .
─── ☆ notes. i feel like i don't get to write for Gojo enough nor f/m/m threesomes, idk but requests are open y'all .
─── ☆ length. 1.3k (11 minute read) .
─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, pwp, porn with plot,  threesome f/m/m, poly relationship, brat taming(?), size kink, height difference, groping, body worship, nipple play, praise kink, finger sucking, fingering, biting, choking, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, needy gojo, softdom toji, boys kissing, not beta'd i'm making a pizza rn sorry | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍
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Your boyfriends Toji and Gojo were knowingly attractive: no matter how many times they had been told like a record stuck in a loop, they would always respond the same way.
Gojo, being the charismatic and slightly egotistical person he was, beamed at every compliment and praise like a puppy begging you to pet him.
Toji was quite literally the opposite: if the words of praise weren't coming from your lips, he would often ignore them as if he hadn't heard the person confess their love for the sculpture of his sculpted muscles.
It was comical how plain the two men made you look standing beside them. Both men towered over your smaller stature, with Gojo clinging to you like you were the most prized possession he had ever owned.
Every once in a while, Toji would linger by your side with his hands in his pockets, and whenever he was feeling the neediest, he would reach for your arm.
His big hand was encasing yours, trying to lace his fingers between yours. The gesture would almost always make Gojo pout, wanting to feel included himself; he would force you to hold his hand as well.
You could only imagine how ridiculous you looked with both arms occupied by both men, trying not to fall to the ground at the comparison of their hand size compared to yours.
The more you hung out with the two, the more difficult it was to keep your kink secret hidden.
Of course, no secret was really a secret with Toji. His lazy stare always seemed to stare through you as if he could read your mind, and you knew that the smirk that grew against his lips meant that when you got home, there was bound to be some sort of teasing from him and Gojo later.
And that's exactly what had happened—the moment you stepped foot into your home, Toji made his presence known, heading straight for the bedroom.
His presence makes you and Gojo glance at each other. "Ooh, you really railed him up, huh?" Gojo teased, adding fuel to the flame as he grabbed your arm and led you to your doom.
You swore that no matter who was in the wrong, Gojo would always pick the opposite team if it meant teasing someone.
A slightly surprised gasp escaped your lips as you were unable to grasp why you were being pushed up against the mattress.
With his hands still pressing against your body from behind, Gojo pulled you into a bear hug as he grinned.
His free hand then grabbed your neck, lifting your head so that you could look at Toji.
The dark-haired man seemed to be content with how Gojo had held you down for him, not breaking eye contact as he dropped to his knees with a deep grunt that you didn't want to admit made you squeeze your thighs together.
It hadn't mattered one bit since Toji reached for the hook of your knee, tugging you more toward the edge of the mattress with little to no effort.
Your head landed in Gojo's lap as he only tilted his head to the side and smirked down at you, "I don't think he's gonna go easy on you baby." His pale, long hands caressed your face.
One of his fingers, swiping at your bottom lip before protruding between them by instinct, had your tongue wrapped around the long digit.
You hadn't even gotten time to process the fact that Gojo was practically grinding his erection into the side of your face.
Toji's teeth graced the inner skin of your thigh, making you flinch, a small hiss sounding from your throat as his hands held you in place for him. 
"You just have to act out all the fucking time, don't ya?" Toji murmured from between your thighs. 
The ghost of his breath against your plush skin was the only hint of a warning as his tongue protruded between your lips.
Stealing a swipe mouth teasing your clit mercilessly the eye contact of his dark gaze glaring through his dark thick lashes as he tongue fucked you. 
Gojo was always the one to get handsy, despite being in a committed relationship with you, he would always grope at your figure and all your curves as if his hands were destined to be there, to begin with, always touching you as if it were the first time he had ever fondled your tits.
making quick work of your shirt as you were stripped almost bare. The two men left you with a pitiful final layer of clothing as Gojo’s thumbs kneaded your chest with his hands and your nipples perked through the thin, dark blue lace. 
How much the universe enjoyed seeing you suffer, giving you two boyfriends who found delight in seeing you squirm and fidget as a result of their sinful touches. 
Toji was a bit less gentle in his demeanor when it came to you. He was unmistakably a passionate man throughout, but his approach to you and Gojo was either very blunt one on one or getting the one to assist him in teasing the other.
Tonight you were their victim, Toji’s hands gliding under to the hook of your knees repositioning himself to kneel at the end side of the bed.
Spreading your legs further apart gives you a better view of how well he had just been completely devouring you, your head leaning farther back in arousal of the sight right into Gojo’s lap.
Unmistakably the blonde was getting off at the sight unfolding in front of him, "You look so pretty like this baby, taking it so well." The compliment goes straight to your core as your hips buck against Toji’s mouth.
He gives a vibrating grunt in agreement, somehow making out the praise through the thick of your whines. 
The feeling of absolute bliss seems to distort your reality. All you could stare up at was your beautiful blonde boy gawking at your tits as the other completely stuffed his face into your pussy as if he were a starving man.
Gojo was enthralled by the view, his hands sliding further down your torso to slip between your legs with a devilish grin, paying close attention to your clit rubbing stomach clenching circles. 
"You like that, don't you, princess?" he asks, making your hips flinch from the mattress with a gasp; his deep chuckle makes you want to sob from the stimulation.
"Mhm, I know, baby, I know, my love, let it all out." He ushers you through your first orgasm, turning into a muttering smell and clenching his fist into the material of Gojo’s pants, hiding your face in his thigh.
Toji’s hand resting from your legs to sleuthing in between your legs, his curled fingers pistoning inside of you the sound of your wet pussy squelching around the digits as they fucked you making your blood run hot. 
Your breath was caught as your thoughts started to fuzz together, “hm, you're almost there pretty girl let it go.” Gojo muttered under his breath, knowing that the praise would be the only thing you'd be able to process thought wise.
His coaxing skills are unremarkable as you did just that, your second orgasm tunneling as the two men comforted you through it. 
Toji stretched with a grunt, the back of his palm clearing the wetness from his mouth as Gojo glanced up at him with a pout.
As much as he truly did love being the one to help bring chaos, that didn't mean that he wasn't an attention whore himself.
Of course, after dating for almost 3 years, Toji knew you both from the inside out, probably more than you know yourselves.
He leaned against the mattress, his palm on the bed next to your laid-out torso, looming over your figure as his other hand wrapped around Gojo's chin, the blonde eagerly leaning into the kiss as if it were the thing he had been begging for the most.
Watching the two make out on top of you had just been another spark added to the still-lit flame.Toji pulled away first, only for Gojo to chase after his mouth.
The dark-haired man only sighed, glaring at both of you. "You both are so fucking needy. Get up. It's my turn now."
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nateconnolly · 3 months ago
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Me: Now that I’m about to move to a much smaller living situation, I should probably give away some of my books, so that my collection is smaller. That way, my books won’t take up too much space in my new studio apartment :)
Also me: When I get there, as a reward for doing the hard work of moving, I'll get myself a copy of Blood Meridian. And American Mother. And Desiderata and Nausea and Howard Zinn on War and Kindred and the novel version of The Shape of Water and Antigonick and Gravity And Grace and The Persian Bayan and The Collected Poems of Borges and The Empathy Exams and The Cancer Journals and Regarding the Pain of Others and Rap and Redemption on Death Row and Unraveling Oliver and Foundation of the Metaphysics of Morals and Tetrabiblos and Unsong and Werewolves in Their Youth and The Shahnameh and The Lotus Sutra and The Complete Plays of Euripides and Thirteen Ways of Looking and Pig by sam sax and The Underground Railroad and Under the Banner of Heaven and On the Motion of the Heart and Blood in Animals and A Question of Freedom and The Ferguson Report: An Erasure and Life and Times of Frederick Douglass and Allegory in Dante's Commedia and North and Howl and The Epic of Gilgamesh and Poison for Breakfast and The Inexplicable Logic of My Heart and Strange Adventures (2021) and Nightingale and When Einstein Walked with Godel and Everything and More and the Annals of Tacitus and Wuthering Heights and Last Night in Montreal and Jokes Told in Heaven About Babies and Exhalation and All My Sons and Limbo and Other Places I Have Lived and Plainwater and The Idiot and Anna Karenina and The Avesta and Braiding Sweetgrass and The Phenomenology of Spirit and The Blind in French Society and Short Stories of the Troubles and Cities of the Plain and Desert Solitaire and Mysterium Cosmographicum and Giovanni's Room and The Things They Carried and The Hidden Lives of Trees and Cosmos and The Kitáb-i-Aqdas and The Birth of Tragedy and Emily Wilson's translation of The Iliad and Go Tell It to the Mountain and Archeology of Knowledge and Ledger and The Beauty of the Husband and Everything in this Country Must and Paper Covers Rock and Horseradish: Bitter Truths That Are Hard to Swallow and Crush and A Bound Woman Is a Dangerous Thing and Emma and Richard II and Sherlock Holmes Was Wrong and Philosophical Fragments and Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind and Mrs. Dalloway and The Seal of the Unity of the Three and Anatomy of Melancholy and 2001: A Space Odyssey and Pensées and The Argonauts and Huckleberry Finn and Lose Your Mother and La Vita Nuova and Renaissance Rivals and American Originality and The Art of War and The Fire Next Time and The Lola Quartet and Ireland, Colonialism, and the Unfinished Revolution and The Haunting of Hajji Hotak and The Bloody Chamber and Howl's Moving Castle and The Poetic Edda. I'm sure I'll have space :)
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whxre-bxby · 1 year ago
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Good luck with your big thing and I'll wait patiently for your next fics! :)
:) Thank you, I think it's passing so we good (I'm back)
"Insane Like Me"
Recom Fike x Human f. Reader
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(1K special request from @supernovapsycho2321 )
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Summary: Fike is known as the shortest recom who happens to be hot-headed. When he meets you he realises your attitude and personality match. After you overcome your first tense encounter, you realise you're both growing a soft spot for each other.
WARNINGS: Fluff, little bit of Angst, tension, cursing
Words Count: 2126 (short one-shot)
You often hear people say that to find yourself the perfect person, you need to complete each other. Like two completely different puzzle pieces that just happen to match and finish the whole puzzle. 
Well, let me tell you…
That's not always the case. 
Fike is one of the shorter recoms and with that height come certain personalities. To tease him and really piss him off, his friends compare him to a Chihuahua. Fike is not similar to a Chihuahua. More like a shrunken Pitbull. Not that those are very tall either. 
Pitbulls are strong and can be aggressive but most importantly, they have a soft and sweet side which is often overlooked by people. That is Fike. He is a hotheaded marine like many others but he isn't unsensible. 
Often, he likes his challenges to be big. Bigger than him. That can also backfire, but he manages to blame it on someone else if it does. 
Then, there is you. You work for the RDA, just like Fike, but in a different branch. And you get irritated very easily because everything seems to be made for giants. We're not talking about Avatars here, I mean people. 
You're just very short, but you never say that. You're personality and attitude completely match Fike's energy. It's either a love or a violent mess bound to happen. Whether the love blooms or the chaos erupts entirely depends on the situation you meet each other in. 
One wrong move and it's over for both of you. Things will be flying through the air and curse words will be erupting from both your throats. 
You don't care that he's a recom, quite frankly it would annoy you even more. 
The inevitable meeting isn't the best situation because you've both had a stressful day when you bump into each other in the hallway. However, something that shocks the universe takes place. 
Fike is walking through the seemingly endless hallways and his head is clouded with thoughts. Heavy footsteps, reminding others an Avatar was walking by, made employees move out of the way. The ones that didn't would get swished with Fike's tail which seemed to have a mind of its own when he was pissed off. 
Since most people moved out of the way, he wasn't counting on that one person not doing the same. As he approached your much smaller self, he didn't bother to stop. Neither did you. So you ended up knocking into each other, causing your paperwork to fall to the ground. 
Fike's attention was no longer on his thoughts but back in reality as he stared down at the human whom he had collided with. 
I freeze in my tracks after almost having the air knocked from my lungs. My eyes shoot up and I huff an annoyed sigh. Of course, it was a recom. They thought they could do anything they wanted. 
He stared down at me while I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. It caused him to raise an eyebrow. 
"What?" He asked, not seeming to understand my expression. 
"Are you going to apologise?" I ask, not looking away from him. 
Nothing could intimidate me after the awful day I've had. If he thinks he can just walk into me like I'm not there then he has one hell of a shitstorm coming his way. 
Both his eyebrows raise in surprise and disbelief at my words. 
"For what?" He scoffs, barely glancing down at my work. "Makin' you drop some shit?" 
I cannot believe him. 
"This 'shit' is the reason you're alive again, asshole. Watch your mouth and pick it up." I snap at him. 
He seems to be processing my words. 
"Nah, don't think so. You're closer to it shortstack." 
The pet name made me furious. 
"What? You think you're too good to pick up the mess you made?" 
"The mess I made? Think you walked into me." 
"I was walking on the right side of the hallway. You were in the middle!" I snarl, pointing at the line dividing the floor in half. 
He scoffs again, shaking his head. 
"That's not a rule"
"Yes, it is! Can you see the line? Yeah? It make sense to you yet?" 
My demeaning tone seems to annoy him for a few seconds because he flattens his ears back. 
"Listen lady, I don't know what you think you're doin', but-"
"No, you listen to me!" I shout, interrupting him. "I don't care if you're an Avatar! You need to respect others. Now pick up the goddamn papers you hit out of my hands and make it right!" I say, now pointing to the messy stack of papers at my feet. 
The people watching around us are beyond entertained at this point.
There are a few minutes of silence where the Avatar just stares at me. I refuse to stand down and frown up at him. 
Suddenly, to my surprise, he bends down and starts to neatly pile my papers into a stack before straightening up and handing them to me. 
My expression changes from the harsh glare I had before as I slowly take the papers back into my hands. 
"Happy?" He asks. 
"Yeah. Wasn't so hard was it?" I say, rolling my eyes and starting to walk away. 
I notice him turn around after me. 
"What's your name? We should do this again sometime!" He called after me. I stop and give him a doubting look before flipping him off and walking away. 
Fike lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head before turning away and continuing to walk in his direction.
Anyone who would have known Fike would have been in shock. Normally, situations like those would have quickly turned into fistfights. Even though you're a woman, he would have still been mean. But Fike left that situation feeling a lot better than he was before. Even if you weren't. 
After that incident, Fike couldn’t shake you from his mind. He’d never met anyone like you and he couldn’t deny that it didn’t stir something in him. Fike liked that you had an attitude and even despite you being a third of his size, he liked that you talked to him like you weren’t. 
The next time you saw each other was coincidentally at lunch. It was nothing but eye contact for a few seconds. Yet, that was enough to have both your hearts racing. He knew he liked you and why but you weren’t sure why you felt drawn to him. You didn’t even know each other's names.
When you left the cafeteria, Fike immediately left his table and friends behind to follow you. He needed to find out where you worked or spent most of your time so that he could meet you again. 
It wasn’t easy, sneaking around as a recom but he managed without you noticing. 
Since then, he would hurry through his training session and speed up his showers. Often he would skip meals or take them with him, just so that he can pretend to accidentally run into you again. 
That way you would often see him in the hallway, walking by whenever you finished your shift. The glances slowly turned into polite smiles which was unusual for both of you. 
At one point, Fike was becoming impatient so he waited for everyone to leave your office before he let himself in. 
My eyes tear themselves from the documents I was correcting when I hear the door open. To my surprise, I see the recombinant again. The same one I bumped into a few days back. Well actually, he walked into me. It wasn’t my fault, all his. 
I stop what I’m doing and watch him. He scans the room before his eyes meet mine. We stare at each other for a few seconds before he turns around to close the door behind him. 
“Hey.” he starts talking, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Did you lose something?” I ask, leaning against my desk and dropping my pen. 
A soft but raspy chuckle leaves him. It made me want to hear it again. 
“No. I didn’t catch your name last time.” he said. It seems as though my attitude made it easier for him to talk and remember why he’s here.
“It says it on the door.”
“I want to hear it from you.”
I roll my eyes. Of course he does. 
“Why? This department doesn’t concern you.” I add, not wanting to make it easy for him.
I hear him sigh. “Come on, just give me your name, doll.”
“That doesn’t work on me.” I say. Pet names never do. And the last time he used one it didn’t either. 
“Please?” he asks, wondering if perhaps being polite will do it. 
I give up with a soft huff. “It’s Y/N.”
The Avatar smiles. “Y/N. Nice name.” he says and I softly scoff, looking back down at my papers. 
I hear him take a few steps towards me and soon he is in front of my desk. He reaches for a chair and uncomfortably sits on it. It was made for humans, not Avatars. But it doesn’t seem to bother him. 
“Now you can ask for my name.” he says, looking back at me. 
“Why would I?” I say, but he can see through my bluff. 
“C’mon. I see the way you look at me. No need to hide it, shortie.” 
I frown at the pet name but his grin tells me he used it on purpose again, just to annoy me. 
“What’s your name then?” 
“Fike. Sean Fike.” 
“Hm.” I hum with a small nod. 
“Nice to meet you.” he teases, extending his hand to me. 
“Such a pleasure.” I answer sarcastically, briefly shaking his hand before trying to focus on my work again. 
“It will be, just wait and see.” Fike joked, grinning at me. He rested his elbow on my desk and was watching me shuffle through my paper. 
I scoff and roll my eyes at his comment. But oddly, his way with words reflects my behaviour. I don’t know whether I like it or whether it makes me uncomfortable. 
“Don’t you have places to be?” I ask, glancing up from my sheets. It was difficult to concentrate on work with him around. 
“Nah, I’m done for the day.” He smiles at me and I sigh. 
“Great.” The words leave my lips in a muffled whisper. I’d have to put up with him now for as long as he liked. 
“What are you doing after this?” he asks. I really won’t manage to get any work done…
“Grabbing something to eat and then going to my room.” 
I purposefully don’t look at him because I know he thrives in my attention. Making him seem less important amuses me. 
“Alone?” 
Now I can’t help but look at him. My eyebrow raises at his question. 
“Yes, alone.” 
“Would you like some company tonight?” he asks and I stare at him in disbelief. He seems to suddenly realise how one could misinterpret that question so he quickly tries to save it. 
“-not in that way! Unless that’s what you want then that’s great but-” 
“Fike.” I warn him, straightening my posture. 
“I meant for dinner.” he says, exhaling softly. “Can I take you out?”
My expression softens slightly and I’m no longer irritated by his presence. I can tell he’s being genuine.  
“In this shit hole?” I joke for the first time since he’s entered and it makes him smile again. 
“Yeah, sorry. Options are limited.” Fike answers. The RDA facility wasn’t very visually attractive. There was little colour and cement was everywhere. 
I sigh, hating how I’m growing a weakness for him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be done in an hour.” I reply and his smile extends to his cheeks. 
“I don’t mind waitin’.” 
“But I actually have to work, we can’t be talking.” I say, trying to stay serious. 
He nods understandingly. “Yes ma’am. Can I help?” 
His words have my cheeks slowly heating up into a blush and I have to look down to hide it. Dammit, why was the name-calling suddenly pleasing to me?
“Yeah, uh... Can you get that down from there?” I ask and Fike reaches for a box on the high shelf. 
For the next hour, Fike manages to stay quiet. Only because of the date we have after, of course. Otherwise, he would be teasing and distracting you. It was exciting for both of you to have finally found someone so similar to yourselves. One could say it would get boring after a while but your personalities were far from boring. And now there were two of them which made things that much better.
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therottenkingsreckoning · 2 months ago
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Right, chapter 8 is done! Something much shorter and lighter than the last one, as they'll hopefully mostly be from here to the end of the story. Enjoy!
~~Little Flame, Chapter 8~~
Over the next few weeks, word got around to their remaining friends of Frank's request. There were of course the murmured apologies for bounds overstepped, but he was quick to assure them that it really was alright and all was forgiven. He meant it too. Now that their initial bout of anger had long since passed, Frank felt almost embarassed to have gotten *so* worked up about it.
Oddly enough, one of the people most upset to have made them upset was apparently Howdy. He'd been quite enjoying the recent upswing of their friendship, and "would hate to know I'd done something to ruin it." To make up for that, all kinds of baby supplies were brought into the shop for Frank and Eddie to choose between, the caterpillar assuring them that any products they didn't buy would be shipped right back or kept waiting in storage.
"Wow, quite the selection you got here," Eddie said as the two walked in. A row of freshly-constructed cribs stood side by side in the widest space the shop had to offer. Behind them were neatly organized shelves of diapers, bottles, tins of formula & pastel onesies. And in the middle of it all stood Howdy himself, looking proud as could be.
"Yep! Spared no expense. Your kids deserve the best after all, and that's exactly what they'll get here at Howdy's Place." It was his usual sales-pitch talk, but underneath there was also a genuine sense of love. Being able to provide for his friends and their families was Howdy's greatest joy in life, and even though he'd yet to meet them he was clearly keen on showering the child with gifts.
Frank chuckled, and set about testing the strength of one of the cribs. "What do think of this one love? It seems pretty sturdy, and the slats aren't too far apart."
Eddie considered it for a moment, looking the thing over carefully. Then shook his head as he pressed down on to the mattress. "Too firm, little guy needs somethin' softer. Don't wanna mess their bones up!"
"Not too soft though," Frank countered. "Babies need head & back support as well."
"How about this one then?" Howdy offered, gesturing over to one tall and elegant in white-painted wood. "Extra storage underneath, soft foam top layer on the mattress with a sturdy base, and it even has built in slots for mobile & monitor!"
This time both of them disagreed. "Far too fancy," Frank said. "And the height's all wrong. Let's take a look at the others before we make any decisions."
And so it went, going one by one through the different beds in search of a perfect match for their home. Yet in each one, no matter how perfect they seemed at first, there was always some trouble too much to bear. This one's slats were too wide, that one wobbled on its uneven legs, this other would be so close to perfect except it looked so terribly ugly.
"AUGGHH!" Frank groaned in frustration, burying his face in their hands. "Why is this so difficult? It's the first choice, and we can't even decide on that." He sighed deeply and shook his head. "We're no good to be parents."
"Aww, don't say that darlin'," Eddie reassured. "We're doin' fine, just...hit a little snag is all."
Frank snorted and glared at their husband through his fingers. "We would've already been done by now if you'd just agreed with me at the start."
"Hey now, you saw yourself it wasn't right! I'm just doing what's best for 'em!"
"And I'm not??" Frank snapped.
"HEY!" Howdy shouted above the rising cloud of tension, his upper arms gently keeping the two at a distance. Thinking quickly, he pried the tall white crib's deluxe mattress free, then swapped it out with the one from the first frame, internally sighing with relief as it fit near perfectly onto the shorter bed.
Gesturing proudly now with all four hands, he declared, "There you go! That should solve all your problems, so there's no more need for fighting."
Frank and Eddie stared silently at the newly re-mattressed crib for a moment. Then a nervous chuckle rumbled up from the grey, spilling over into genuine laughter from both. "That's perfect!" Frank said. "Thank you." He then leaned against their mate's shoulder and sighed. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, Eddie. You don't deserve it when you're just trying to be a good dad."
Putting an arm around them, Eddie snuggled back. "It's ok, I know ya didn't mean it. This is stressful business, and we're all feelin' a lot right now. It's a lucky thing Howdy's here to help us out though, right?"
"Of course!" Howdy smiled warmly. "It's what I'm here for. And I really do mean it- I want the best for all of you."
They ended up buying that first bed in its refurbished state, along with several boxes worth of the other supplies, a few toys and some clothes as well. Howdy helped them carry it all back to their house, and as he watched the two chat happily over their armfuls of bags, he couldn't but smile. Yes, this was how it should be. All his friends were were safe and happy. Their little town was so full of warmth and life and love, so ready to welcome its newest resident. Yeah, he thought with a soft chuckle. Things really are gonna turn out alright.
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bonaxie · 5 days ago
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Come what may (Comfy-vember Day 3)
Honestly, Obi-Wan should have expected it. It hadn't even been 3 years since Anakin had become his Padawan, and yet the boy had ended up in Halls of Healing after injuring himself more times than was reasonable.
When Obi-Wan entered in his room in the Halls of Healing, Anakin was waiting for him, sitting sulkily on his bed with both arms in casts. On the right, the cast stretched from the middle of the hand to just above the elbow. And on the left, it stopped below the elbow but still immobilized the wrist.
"What have you done now, my young Padawan?" Obi-Wan asked, masking his amused smile with a desperate sigh.
"It wasn't my fault!" The 11-year-old immediately defended himself.
"I never said it was." Obi-Wan calmed him as he came to sit beside his bed. "I'd just like to know what happened."
"Yeah, so you can punish me." Anakin muttered.
The boy said this sulkily, but Obi-Wan knew it was genuine fear on his Padawan's part.
"I won't punish you if you haven't done anything wrong, Anakin. And if you have done something, you'll simply have more hours of meditation to reflect on your actions. I'm not going to lock you up, I'm not going to deprive you of food or water, and I'm not going to hit you."
Saying these words always gripped Obi-Wan's heart, but unfortunately he knew that growing up as a slave left its mark. And that Anakin needed these reassurances regularly.
The boy didn't respond immediately, fidgeting a little and fiddling with a thread protruding from the blanket, before wincing in pain when he tried to move his left wrist too much. Obi-Wan said nothing, giving him time to organize his thoughts.
"You're not going to be mad?" He asked in a small voice.
"No." Obi-Wan promised.
Anakin finally sighed before launching into his story. "With another Padawan, we were out of the Temple and a speeder passed too close to us so I pushed them out of the way but fell instead. And here we are." Anakin nodded, pointing to his plastered arms.
"There you are." Obi-Wan repeated. "You simply fell from your height and fractured both your arms?" He asked, doubtful.
So, yes, a bad fall was bound to happen, but Obi-Wan was getting to know Anakin pretty well, and he knew it would take more than a fall from his height to break both his arms.
Anakin mumbled something Obi-Wan didn't understand. "Hm? I didn't hear that, Padawan."
"I fell two stories." Anakin repeated barely louder. "I tried to catch myself with the Force like you taught me, but I didn't quite make it."
Obi-Wan felt his stomach loop. Anakin had fallen 2 stories?!
"Okay. And other than your arms, did you hurt yourself anywhere else?"
Anakin shook his head. "I had my arms out front." He justified himself.
Obi-Wan nodded and took a moment to deal with the flash of fear that had passed through him when he'd learned that Anakin had fallen 2 floors. Then more questions came to him. "Why were you outside the Temple when you should have been in mechanics class?"
"A- My friend promised to take me to the market. Besides, I already know how to do everything we do in mechanics class. I can build a droid mouse with my eyes closed!"
"I know you're very good at mechanics, but that doesn't give you the right not to go to class. But since it's your first time, I won't say anything more. I would, however, like to know how you managed to get out of the Temple without getting caught."
"They know lots of hidden passages. And the location of the Guards."
"And may I know the identity of your fellow excursionist?"
"I don't want to get them in trouble." Anakin muttered.
"No one's going to get in trouble Anakin. I just want to make sure they’re okay. From what you've told me, they could have been hurt too, and I want to make sure their Master knows they might be hurt."
"They’re not hurt, I asked them before they called for backup."
"Backup?" Obi-Wan repeated. "How did you get back to the Temple? Didn't you call the Guards?"
"No." Anakin replied in a small voice, fidgeting on the spot.
"Then who did you call and how did you get in here?" Obi-Wan insisted.
Anakin didn't answer immediately, and just as he opened his mouth to reply, the door flew open.
"Ani! I hope you’re okay, I've already-" The new person stopped abruptly as he noticed that the Padawan wasn't alone in the room. "Oh hey, Obi, funny seeing you here. What are you doing here?"
"Quinlan." Obi-Wan simply said in a calm voice, staring at his best friend. "May I ask what you are doing here?"
"Oh, well I- I heard Anakin was hurt so I- And then as I was- " The Kiffar stammered.
Obi-Wan realized at that moment what had probably happened. But he didn't want to say it directly, so he chose to have a little fun. "I hope Aayla wasn't hurt in the accident." He said casually.
"Oh, she grated her hand a little but nothing serious, tomorrow there'll be nothing left."
"And how did she get hurt?"
Quinlan paused at this point, realizing what had just happened. "Oops, you weren't supposed to know about that," the Kiffar said. “I think I'm going to run very far very fast." He added, turning around.
But before he could reach the door, Obi-Wan grabbed his ear, taking care to use one side of his tunic to keep from touching his friend's bare skin, preventing him from moving.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, that hurts Obi."
"That's your punishment for showing Shadow's secret passages to your Padawan, who then shows them to my Padawan." Said the younger Jedi. "And I'll let you off the hook this time only because you brought them back to the Temple after Anakin's fall. But next time you know our Padawans are going to try to sneak out of the Temple, follow them and stop them from getting hurt. I don't want to find my Padawan with both arms in cast every week." Obi-Wan said, never letting go of Quinlan's ear, who was bent double by the force his friend was exerting on his ear.
"Okay, okay, I won't do it again or I'll go with them. But go easy on the ear Obi, I need it quite a bit, please. I'm sorry, I won't do it again, sorry?"
Obi-Wan sighed, but eventually released his friend, who straightened, massaging his ear. "Get out, I don't want to see you. And say hello to Aayla for me."
"I promise! Kisses Ani!" Quinlan exclaimed as he hastily left the room.
As for Anakin, he had remained silent throughout the discussion between the two Jedi Masters, amused as always by their banter. But when his Master's gaze returned to him, Anakin immediately lost his little smile.
Obi-Wan said nothing for a moment before sighing. "I'm not going to say anything more about it. If Quinlan was involved, you're not responsible.”
"Aayla won't have any problems?"
"Not from me. If Quinlan wants to discuss with her what happened today, he can, but I won't interfere."
"And... I'm not going to get in trouble for getting out of the Temple?"
"I think these casts will teach you a lesson. Do you know how long you have to keep them on?"
"Master Che said a week."
"I see. Well in that case let's go home, you'll be better off there than here."
"I can?"
"Unless you want to spend the next week stuck in the Halls of Healing." Obi-Wan joked.
"No!" Anakin exclaimed as he jumped to his feet, wincing and wobbling as the pain in his arms reasserted itself.
Luckily, Obi-Wan had somewhat expected this and was able to stabilize him quickly by putting an arm around his shoulders. "Take it easy, Padawan. Even if your wounds aren't too bad, they're still painful."
"Yes, Master."
Obi-Wan guided Anakin to the exit of the Temple's Halls of Healing and then to their apartment, always keeping one hand behind his back. And even though Anakin tried to act tough and grit his teeth, Obi-Wan could see that it hurt him to walk.
So at one point, about halfway down the path, Obi-Wan stopped and, under Anakin's questioning eye, removed his cloak before bending down in front of Anakin, offering him his back.
"Obi?" Anakin asked, confused.
"Hop in, I can see walking's hurting you, and you're exhausted." Obi-Wan said simply, looking at his Padawan over his shoulder.
Anakin hesitated for a moment and then, without making a sound, approached Obi-Wan's back and put his arms around Obi-Wan's neck, moving gently so as not to hurt himself even more. When he was settled, Obi-Wan put his arms under his Padawan's knees, securing him on his back, and gently stood up. He then used the Force to float his cloak over Anakin's back, enveloping them both in the warmth of the garment.
Once settled, Obi-Wan set off again.
And less than 2 minutes later, Anakin was fast asleep, his face pressed against Obi-Wan's shoulder, and he could feel his Padawan's steady, warm breath on his neck with every breath.
Obi-Wan quickly arrived at their apartment and, giving the late hour, decided to put Anakin straight to bed. They would have time to talk more the next day, if necessary. The young Knight would have liked Anakin to eat something before going to bed, as the boy was still underweight, but he preferred to let him sleep.
Obi-Wan then gently placed Anakin in his bed, before removing his boots and belt to make him more comfortable for sleeping. Once this was done, Obi-Wan raised his Padawan's plastered arms with pillows before pulling the covers up to his protégé's chin. Anakin didn't move a muscle during the whole maneuver.
Obi-Wan smiled tenderly and tucked back a wild lock of hair that had fallen into Anakin's eyes, freeing his Padawan braid from behind his shoulder. Unable to resist, Obi-Wan leaned over and placed a light kiss on his forehead before straightening up and leaving the room, leaving the door ajar so he could hear his Padawan if he needed him.
Obi-Wan then moved into the living room and worked a little before eating something quickly and going to bed, not forgetting to check on Anakin. All was well, and the young boy was fast asleep.
The young Knight slept with one eye open that night, waking at the slightest sound, ready to get up if his Padawan needed him in any way. Fortunately, the night passed without incident for Anakin, and Obi-Wan rose at around 6 a.m., as he did every day.
As he did every day, he began his day with a meditation session and then tackled the day's chores, such as watering the plants that adorned the apartment, sorting dirty clothes to send to the cleaners, or doing a bit of light housework.
Normally, he woke Anakin around 7 a.m. so that he could go to class at 8 a.m., but he decided to give his Padawan a day or two's rest before he had to return to class. So he sent messages to his teachers, who replied that they had already been notified by the Halls of Healing and that Anakin wasn't expected back in class until the following week, 5 days from now.
Obi-Wan smiled and let Anakin sleep as much as he wanted, keeping himself busy by reading while waiting for him to wake up.
Then finally, around 8:30... " Obi-Wan?" came a sleepy voice from the bedroom.
Obi-Wan immediately put down his datapad and stood up, heading for Anakin's room. He gently opened the door and saw that his Padawan was indeed awake, but barely. His eyes were still half closed and his hair was in all directions.
"Good morning Padawan, did you sleep well?" Obi-Wan asked as he came to sit on Anakin's bed, putting a lock of his hair back into place.
"Hmm. What time is it?" Anakin inquired, squirming a little in his bed.
"8h30. But don't worry, I've notified your teachers and you're not going to class today, or until next week."
Anakin, who had started to panic at his Master's reply, quickly relaxed. He didn't like skipping classes, but he really didn't feel good enough to go to one at the moment.
"Would you like to get up?" Obi-Wan offered.
Anakin nodded and straightened up in bed with a little help from Obi-Wan, who then handed him a glass of water with a straw so he could drink without risking dropping the glass.
"Do you want to go to the ‘fresher before you eat?"
Anakin nodded again.
"Okay. And what do you want to eat?"
Anakin didn't reply verbally to this, but lowered his eyes a little, twisting his fingers as best he could. Obi-Wan quickly understood and smiled, "I'll do that. You call me if you need me." The Jedi said, before leaving the boy's room and heading for their small kitchen.
He immediately took out all the ingredients needed to prepare a special breakfast: scrambled eggs with sugar, sprinkled with a little chocolate, and a slice of toast with butter. These particular eggs were Anakin's favorite breakfast because they were the first thing Obi-Wan had cooked for him when he arrived at the Jedi Temple. Obi-Wan had originally intended to make normal scrambled eggs, but that morning when he prepared Anakin's breakfast, he hadn't slept for 3 days and was still extremely troubled by his Master's death, and had confused salt and sugar, sweetening the beaten eggs before putting them in the frying pan. When he realized this, he had almost burst into tears again, but Anakin had reassured him by saying that he didn't know scrambled eggs anyway, so it could only be good. This admission that, at 9 years old, Anakin didn't know scrambled eggs almost made Obi-Wan cry again, but he restrained himself, letting the young boy try the eggs, without much conviction. But to his surprise, Anakin had loved it, and it was now his favorite breakfast, the one he asked for when things weren't going so well.
Since then, Anakin had tried normal salted scrambled eggs, but he always preferred sweet eggs, to the surprise of many. But Obi-Wan never shied away from making his Padawan sweet eggs, even adding chocolate and the occasional piece of fruit on top.
Obi-Wan was about to put the eggs in the frying pan when Anakin called to him from the ‘fresher. Deciding that the eggs could wait, Obi-Wan cut the fire under the frying pan and went to join his Padawan, whom he found in front of the sink.
His tunics and leggings were a little askew but nothing dramatic.
"Do you need help, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked, approaching him.
"Can you help me wash my hands? I don't want to get the casts wet, but I don't know how."
True, it was something Obi-Wan hadn't thought of until now. But he quickly came up with a solution. "I'll use a wet washcloth with soap to wash your fingers without touching the cast and I'll rinse by doing the same thing. And then you can dry your hands normally, does that sound good?"
Anakin nodded, so Obi-Wan grabbed a washcloth and gently washed his Padawan's hands, taking care not to wet the casts.
"Come on, let's eat. The eggs are ready to be cooked."
Anakin nodded and his stomach rumbled, making the boy blush. Obi-Wan just laughed and let Anakin settle at the table, helping him to pull the chair closer so he wouldn't hurt his arms, before heading for the kitchen.
A short silence settled over the apartment, but Obi-Wan didn't let it last too long. "By the way, did you make it all the way to the market yesterday with Aayla or not?"
"Oh yes! It was great, nothing like the Tatooine market! There were loads of people, and so many things to buy. And lots of things to eat and drink too, I've never seen so many different waters!" The young boy exclaimed. "But we didn't have any money, so we couldn't buy anything."
Obi-Wan smiled and put the eggs on two separate plates, bringing them to the table before bringing out two glasses and a bottle of orange juice, not forgetting to take a straw for Anakin.
"Well if you want, we can go back this afternoon or tomorrow, since you don't have any classes and we can't really train."
"Really?" Anakin asked, his eyes wide and hopeful.
"Sure. This time we'll take a speeder and you'll stay with me, but I don't see why we can't go."
"So cool, thanks Obi!" Anakin exclaimed happily as he went to grab his fork to start eating.
However, with his cast, he couldn't close his fingers enough to catch his fork, and it fell back onto the table. Anakin frowned and tried again, with no more success than the first time.
Seeing his frustration, Obi-Wan put down his own fork. "Problem, Padawan?" he asked.
"My fork won't stay in my hand." Anakin muttered, trying a third time. But the fork wouldn't hold, and Anakin gave up, frustrated.
"How about if I help you?" Obi-Wan offered.
"How?" Anakin asked, sulking.
"Well, after we've eaten, we can go to the kitchens to see if they've got any big-handled cutlery to lend us so it's more convenient for you, but in the meantime I can feed you."
"You're not going to spoon-feed me! I'm 11, I'm not a baby!" Anakin protested.
"I know you're not a baby, but there's no shame in accepting help when you need it, Anakin. I'm not going to think any less of you, and I'm not going to make fun of you, I promise. I just want to help you eat." Obi-Wan reassured.
Anakin hesitated a moment longer, but finally nodded slowly, seeming hesitant all the same. Obi-Wan thanked him with a smile and, having pulled his chair closer, grabbed Anakin's fork and filled it, bringing it to his Padawan's mouth.
Breakfast went well, and when they had finished, Obi-Wan cleaned up and left the dishes in the sink, deciding to do them later. He then washed Anakin's hands and face, and helped him change, before they both left their apartment, first to go to the kitchens to find suitable cutlery for Anakin, and then Obi-Wan planned to take his Padawan to Dex's, and go to the market in the afternoon.
Walking along the Temple corridors, one hand on Anakin's back as he walked beside him with both arms in cast, Obi-Wan wondered if Anakin would hurt himself like this again in the future. He quickly decided that it was likely, but that it wasn't a big deal. Whatever state his Padawan ended up in, Obi-Wan would be there to help him, so all was well.
Come what may, they'll be together.
@comfy-vember
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leviafin · 4 days ago
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Big Fish Phantom Shifts
Phantom shifts are often kind of "in the way" for a lot of people. Wings clipping through or bumping into walls. Antlers or horns bonking things. Tails being annoying to deal with when faced with the back of a chair... You get it. I have... a definite problem with this in a very similar way, but it's different than any of the guys in my system with phantom shifts. Namely because I'm a very fucking long fish, made for open water.
My tail at its shortest? Easily 3x the height of my body, if not more. It replaces my legs when I get a phantom shift and I definitely rely on using my cane more in those moments because my legs feel a lot less "real" than they should, and I always feel at more risk of tripping or taking a step wrong. I can still feel my human legs, sure, but they kind of become an afterthought and less present in my mind. Kind of dissociated, less a part of me and more a part of... Something else.
I don't directly feel every inch of my phantom tail though either--more like... There's a sense of there should be a sensation there. I don't feel much aside from where it should connect and curve away from my human body--everything else is a lot less physical. The sense of "this should have feeling" means I don't get hurt or any real direct sensation from it interacting or not fitting in physical objects properly, but it's still a sense of mental discomfort. A sense of "I shouldn't be able to fit here", or a sense of "this should be kinda painful". If I'm in a space where I can't make a logical conclusion to where my tail could possibly fit in a comfortable way, it's like a nagging at the back of my brain telling me to move. Even though I can't physically feel where my tail is or that it would be uncomfortable, my brain knows I shouldn't be able to be in whatever position it is that I'm currently in, and urges me to get to somewhere more comfortable ASAP.
Even though it doesn't cause much physical distress, the tail being so long makes it incredibly annoying when dealing with shifts in the body and performing daily tasks. Walking around outside? Oops, that car just ran over my tail, that should probably hurt. That guy is standing in it, okay sure. It doesn't fit into the car I'm in and my brain can't figure out what to do with that information.
I try to do things in my house? The thing hardly fits in my room, let alone on my bed. Turning around corners can be annoying because my brain will scream about how I'm turning in a way that would hurt my tail. Sitting on a couch is the same issue as the bed. Oops, the dog just walked up and fell asleep where my tail should be, that's bound to have some sort of discomfort.
It's overall not the biggest issue, it's manageable, but it's a weird psychological thing that bugs me sometimes. I'm glad I don't have physical sensation in it because that would be impossible to manage, but having the mental push of "this isn't right, your tail can't fit here" still is... An Experience to have. Most other people in my system can feel a large portion of their phantom limbs, but it honestly makes sense as to why I can't feel mine in the same way--I just literally wouldn't fit in human society. In both of my forms (vast/hunt leviathan and Sebastian Solace), my body is made for open water, not houses, stores or cars.
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gotta-pet-em-all · 1 year ago
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(@wingsofachampion) What are human mobility aids like? -Tropius
HI HI HI OKAY SO THIS IS ACTUALLY AN INTEREST OF MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
okay okay i'm gonna be normal about this i am going to be soooo normal yeah no that's a lie i love this so much
so!!! first off we have canes. canes my absolute fucking beloved! you got wooden ones and metal ones, plus a smattering of funky materials, but it's mostly the first two. There are different types of handle, depending on what you use it for. Some people like decorative handles that are carved in the shape of pokemon! Here, I'll grab some fancy ones so you can see.
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My first cane was a black aluminum folding cane, with a functional wooden grip somewhere in the derby range. It was adjustable for different heights, which is helpful because if you use mobility aids wrong, they can actually hurt you! It's designed specifically to alleviate the strain from certain areas of the body, and if it's not ergonomically sound, it will put unexpected strain on you.
If your cane is too short, it forces you to lean over, which throws your entire body alignment out of wack. If it's too tall, your elbow is forced to take on the extra strain, which is bad for it. Always get your cane properly fitted! You may need to adjust it if you're wearing shoes with any kind of heel.
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Here's an example! This cane has a derby handle, is probably metal, and comes with a carrying case. I love the flowers on it! It's sort of a disabled community thing that a lot of us like to customize our mobility aids, because they're a part of us. When I dream, my cane is with me. Because I would feel naked without it, you know? It's part of me.
Another reason to customize your aids is to emphasize that your disability is permanent. You don't waste holographic stickers on something that you'll only be using for six months as you recover from an injury; it's a way of saying "I'm here and my condition is here to stay, and I'm making the most out of life." And I think that's extremely c-punk.
....i am realizing i'm running out of steam here. oops. i really really just love canes, but i promise there are other mobility aids!
There are forearm crutches! they require both hands, but they give more support than a cane, and on both sides! they're also arguably better than underarm crutches in the long term, but the trade off is that they take longer to use.
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Sometimes, leg amputees will use these instead of a prosthetic! Prosthetics are cool and all, but they can chafe or put pressure on the stump, and sometimes they're just not worth it. A lot of amputees actually choose not to use a prosthetic because they manage just fine with the limbs they have, and that's fine!
Next category up is walkers and rollators, which admittedly I'm not as knowledgeable about? But I've seen people attach really cute quilted bags to theirs, and they're very good for long periods indoors.
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Next up is wheelchairs-- oh gosh there is so much variation in wheelchairs. At the bottom tier is hospital wheelchairs, which are designed to be pushed by someone else, and then you've got self propelled chairs where the user pushes the wheels using their hands to move forward. and then there's electric wheelchairs, which are for people who don't have the physical strength/coordination/whatever to push themselves manually, and so they just steer!
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There's a specific brand of sports made for people in wheelchairs! Like power soccer, or wheelchair basketball! Disabled people can be athletes, or just enjoy the fun of playing a sport for self improvement. There's even a guy I watch on Mewtube who does some pretty sick skateboarding tricks on his chair!
(Side note: I'm not usually a huge stickler for language? Like, I know people who have reclaimed the word cripple, and that's fine. I know people who say differently abled like it's a curse. However! Please note that "wheelchair user" is considered vastly preferable to "wheelchair bound." It's a mobility aid! it's freedom! It can be cool as hell!)
Anyways. Don't take my word as gospel, this is nowhere near comprehensive, but there you have it! my big old ramble on mobility aids! ehehehehehheh i love them so much, such a huge fan of technology invented to make people's lives easier. anyways ough i'm stimming so hard right now but also i am fresh out of spoons from this rant so gnight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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youremyheaven · 6 months ago
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Since the topic is on nodals rn I thought I would share my experience with them -sorry if there is any English mistake it's not my first language :/
So I'm a ashlesha moon and asc (Jupiter and moon in the 1st). As long as I can remember every intense and deep relationship I had was with rahu influenced individuals, in hs I was so close to this girl (sathabisha Sun and moon) that people used to joke that we were into a platonic relationship, I guess this is an ashlesha thing but at a point we had basically morphed into each other 😬 Long story short the friendship turned sour as she became jealous of me because I managed to get into a top ranked college (in france), she even asked my ex-crush/fling out behind my back despite her knowing my relationship with him ended a month before that 💀 although I felt betrayed, I didn't resent her because she was so instable and erratic I kinda understood why she acted like that. I feel rahu energy for woman can be hard to handle especially if you are dealing with A LOT of insecurities.
Despite all that, I really have a thing for rahu people, especially men (rahu men and their hyperactive intellect 🥵😫). The two guys I was involved with had both ardra sun. They were both brilliant academically, the two went into the French equivalent of MIT. The last one I dated - who I suspect to be a krittika moon - had a one year internship at Harvard. Sexually, they are not too explosive but I like it as it is more compatible with my cool, restricted sexual style.
Maybe I'm wrong but I see a rahu and mercury compatibility 🧐
Mercury and Rahu definitely makes sense to me tbh
Rahu = the head
I won't say every Rahuvian is like this but they definitely can be extremely intellectual (bc they literally live in their head all the time) and Mercurials are also bound to their intellect and the kind of people who stimulate them the most are bound to be the limitless Rahu types
I think it's interesting how Ashlesha, the intiatory Mercury nak is very sexually restricted, and then Jyeshta, the height of mercury is extremely sexual (rabbit yoni) and Revati is just plain freaky. It's like the deeper you go, the more freaky you get? Because I do think highly intelligent people can be a bit sexless or out of touch with their sexuality sometimes (all those tropes of the loner virgin nerd come to mind) but then there are some people who's intelligence extends beyond just textbook stuff? they're intelligent in a socially charismatic way and accumulate wealth and get laid lol and that's super Jyeshta (it was v prominent among billionaires acc to Claire and one thing we know is that billionaires are seldom virgins, they WILL have a 25yr old supermodel by their arm which also points to Jyeshta's highly sexually indulgent nature) and finally with Revati, the mercury themes have been transcended almost, there's nothing left to conquer or achieve? so they're just ...a bit out there...with extreme sexual preferences or strange social behaviour. They don't have the desire to accumulate knowledge or wealth in the same way (although they're kind of predisposed to acquiring both) they just don't care?? They either become extremely spiritual or they get super weirdly indulgent
Sorry for going off on a random tangent lmfao
I also think Moon & Ketu people get along
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a-hazbin-reader · 8 months ago
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Hello, again. I appreciate your patience in all this, though I'm sure with how busy you are it'll be some time before you even get the chance to get to this.
I've finished the profile for the final OC of one of the side-by-side stories that is currently in the works. For right now, I'm only including profiles of OC that will appear and be plot relevant. So, without further ado, her she is:
Name: Sibelle Born in: 1600’s Died in: 1600’s (age 19) Height: 5’7 (alive) 5’11 (now) Species: Sinner Nickname/s: Belle (only allows Jean to call her that) Likes: Jean, Charlie, nature (plants in particular), reading, dancing, gardening, sewing, campfires, hot baths, any food with blueberries, foggy mornings, thunderstorms, making flower crowns Dislikes: Alastor, change, being alone, alcohol, majority of the industries in Hell, excessive debauchery, causing pain, having too much time on her hands, the Vees (Vox in particular) Sexuality: Bisexual Sins: Manslaughter, Witchcraft Job: N/A Background: Sibelle was born into a coven of witches to the High Priestess. From a young age, she was groomed to take her mother’s place. She studied a great deal of services such as paganism and rituals. One ritual in particular was one she spent years preparing for (or moreso, she was being prepared for). At the age of 18, this ritual was performed under the assumption that Sibelle was inheriting the power of her mother as she had inherited from the earth. Instead, the ritual-gone-wrong ended up absorbing the souls of everyone in the coven, bounding them to Sibelle. Mortified, Sibelle fled and wandered, not knowing what to do after the massacre. Hard as she tried, she couldn’t hold back the overwhelming power dwelling within her. Eventually, she was discovered, captured, and burned at the stake. 
It had been no surprise to Sibelle that she had entered Hell after the lives she had taken. Even so, she found a desolate area in Pentagram City and made it her territory. All she had wanted was to be alone, utilizing all of her skills and even developing new ones to keep it that way. One of her most effective powers includes creating illusions which she used to scare away anyone who happened to stray into her dominion. As a result, very few sinners knew of her existence and even fewer interacted with her. The only indication they ever witnessed of her was shockwaves of magical power that would expel from her body on her rampages due to lack of control over it. 
And so, after centuries of successfully repelling any trespassers and keeping to herself, one finally managed to slip through and convince her to stay. On an Extermination Day, Jean had stumbled upon her territory and took shelter in order to ride it out. Despite the illusions she displayed, any spells she casted, Sibelle was unable to drive her away. Driven by curiosity and loneliness, the young witch revealed herself and allowed Jean to stay. Throughout that time, the two grew extremely close, sharing stories and enjoying each other’s company. So close, in fact, that Sibelle was convinced that Jean was the perfect candidate to make a soul contract. She had learned that should anyone own another’s soul, they can control them. By that logic, she believed that said owner would be able to curb her meltdowns. It was difficult, however, to find a candidate that she felt she could trust. Eventually, after explaining her reasoning, Sibelle managed to win Jean over and form the deal. 
After a few years together, Jean came to her to inform her that she would be leaving for a while. Frightened for her wellbeing and not wanting to be alone again, Sibelle went all out to convince her to stay within the safety of her domain. However, Jean was set in her decision, insisting that she wasn’t leaving forever and that she was determined to free her mother from the Overlord named Vox. Although sad, Sibelle came to accept her decision on the condition that Jean would visit and call on her should she need her. The first few days without her were the most difficult as her illusions that once brought her comfort were no longer enough. This only made her more excited for the times that Jean did visit.
Appearance: Mostly clad in violet, gold, and black. Pastel purple skin. Triangle body shape. Round eyes with black sclera and lilac irises. Wears gowns a majority of the time along with corsets. Her favorite was something Jean had gifted to her:  a cold shoulder velvet dress, deep violet and black with gold accents. Straight, waist-length black hair. Sibelle has five wisps that never stray too far from her. Personality: From the beginning, Sibelle was dutiful towards her studies to one day take over her coven as the High Priestess. As such, she didn’t socialize very much aside from performing her duties. She held nature in the highest regard and always attempted to find the beauty in all of it. In her little spare time, she had been brainstorming ways to improve the customs of her coven, to make things better and happier once she took over. All of it was for nothing as the ritual went wrong. Knowing of the power she now held and disliking the idea of causing pain to others, she attempted to hide herself from the world, both on Earth and in Hell.
It was rather difficult having to deal with loneliness in the position she was in, so she created illusions nearly constantly. To keep her mind occupied from what lay beyond her domain and how dangerous she viewed herself to be. And then Jean entered her territory and her life. She was wary as even though Jean looked harmless, she was still a sinner. Sibelle wouldn’t allow her to get close, not even letting her see her, though she let Jean know she was there in her own subtle little ways.
As she begins to reveal more of herself, there are changes in the area surrounding her. It becomes more warm and inviting and the wisps that followed her would become excitable. Even if she didn’t show it, she was happy to have some proper company. Soon enough, the illusions she created for herself were no longer enough for her. A single hug from Jean gave her more joy than any memory of hers from when she was alive. As adverse to change as she is, she does yearn to be where Jean is and live rather than just survive.
Abilities:
Spellcasting
Knowledgeable in basic magic, especially since the hellish energy has increased her power. Pyromancy and nature magic are her favorite. Though the spells are basic, her overall power makes them quite effective, especially in battle.
Teleportation
Illusion Magic
Telekinesis
Smoke Mimicry
Can turn her body entirely into smoke
Habits & Quirks:
She finds that if her mind strays into daydreaming, they would come to live via her illusions. She found this out after creating one of Jean…only for the real Jean to walk in the room in the middle of it. 
Sibelle, not interacting with others for so long, still speaks and acts the same as she did in her time alive. After finally interacting with people, she finds herself very insecure about her mannerisms which are quickly extinguished when Jean expresses that she finds it “cute” *blush* 
As hard as she tries to understand, the culture shock can overwhelm her and often relies on Jean to help her through the workings of Hell due to her isolation. She is quite adverse to change.
She has a green thumb. As an admirer of nature and its creations, she is particularly fond of the plants and loves using her magic to bring some beauty into the hellscape.
Trivia: 
The terms of the deal between Sibelle and Jean were simple:
Sibelle offered her soul, keeping her power to use as she sees fit as long as it doesn’t endanger Jean. She would also be at the call for anything Jean might need as long as Jean doesn’t try to force her to do things against her will.
In exchange, Jean would agree to keep Sibelle company and cannot be away from too very long. She’s also responsible for monitoring Sibelle’s behavior to track how far off she is from going on a rampage, which she will also be responsible for stopping using the power of the owner of her soul. 
Sibelle is bicurious, not really giving much thought to romance until spending time with Jean. She often daydreams about things based on what Jean described when coming to terms with her own sexuality.
Sibelle creates illusions of her past as a form of comfort, though she ends up spending unhealthy amounts of time interacting with an environment and people that are not there.
At one time, Alastor “offered” to own her soul under her terms and she outright refused. She refers to him as “The Malevolent One” as she sensed nothing but ill intent coming from him. She will absolutely attack on sight should he place so much as a toe into her domain.
Sibelle has five fiery wisps that surround her all the time. Even she isn’t totally sure what exactly they are aside from the only company she had since arriving in Hell. 
The wisps appear to be an extension of Sibelle, having what look vaguely like faces are very expressive (think of the faces in Asmodeus’ mane). If anyone wants to know how Sibelle really feels, all they need to do is look at the wisps. 
Despite being in Hell, Sibelle finds herself being summoned to Earth by cultists that discover the ways of her former coven and wish for power, only for the ritual-gone-wrong to absorb those souls as well. Jean finds herself cursed and trapped as a result as she has no choice in the matter. This occurs every decade or so.
With these rituals making her stronger, Sibelle does in fact have the potential to become an Overlord, though she never had a desire to do so. 
BBY LIVES IN A FANTASY AND HONESTLY SAME
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-> Day 1: Scoops Ahoy!
"That's all? Tha-aaaaaah?"
A weed-smelling flour-covered finger wags in front of Steve's face, successfully distracting him from the conversation on the company phone with a paying customer on company time.
Maybe he would feel a bit bad about that if he gave a fuck.
"Stevie. How many times. You can't forget to pop the question."
"Oh fuuuuuuck." Steve tries to seem remorseful. Judging by Argyle's expression he is not successful.
He sighs and turns back to the phone. "Excuse me, sir, but I forgot to pop the question."
There is a short pause. "...pop the question?"
"Yes, I am afraid that otherwise it won't be possible to take your order."
"...alright?"
Steve nods to himself and takes a deep breath. It is going to be fine. Sure, by now he has been disappointed far too often to count - it is the price to pay for good weather and hot people he supposes. But something about that voice makes this particular dude seem trustworthy. Almost...familiar. Maybe...maybe he can dare to hope again? (Never mind that he has had that very same thought the last five times he miserably and pathetically lost)
"Sir, do you want pineapple on your pizza?"
"I. I asked for two Margheritas. Why-?"
"Okay, I will count that as a no. Perfect. Sir, I can confidently say that it was an absolute pleasure to talk to you. Thank you so much for choosing-"
Before Steve can finish the obligatory goodbye speech they are forced to give in the end of every call, the phone is swiftly removed from his hands.
"What did he want again?"
"Margherita."
"Alright, sir. Do you want some pineapples on your Manhattan?"
Steve shakes his head. "Wrong alcoholic beverage, dude. How much did you smoke?!"
"Whatever. My friend John here knows what I mean. Dontcha?"
"How-?"
"You can't just call every customer John."
"It is the eighth most common name in America. I'm bound to get it right sometime. Steven." And with that he goes back to the conversation they were actually being paid to hold.
There are some unintelligible sounds from the other end of the line and Argyle frowns. That is worrying. Argyle is the chilliest dude Steve has ever met. If Argyle is frowning, you know that something is seriously wrong.
His next words are not particularly reassuring, either. "You okay dude? Should I call like the ambulance or something?"
Steve swears his heart stops beating for a second. "What the fuck Argyle?! What is happen-?"
He is once again silenced by the same finger from before, this time pressed against his lips.
"Didn't your mama teach you to be quiet when someone is on the phone?"
Steve quietly but passionately shows his co-worker the middle finger. He then proceeds to start banging on the counter for no reason other than to be a menace. His hand hurts like a bitch but at least he is being obnoxious - not that Argyle seems to care. Or even notice. Fucking weed.
"Wait. Steve? Excuse me, your co-worker's surname wouldn't happen to be... Harrington? Right?"
Argyle pauses. Then Argyle smiles. Steve knows what that motherfucker is planning before he even has to open his mouth. He tries to wrestle the phone out of the other's grip but alas, Steve was cursed with an inferior height and is unable to do anything but helplessly watch as his downfall occurs.
"What would you be willing to exchange for that knowledge?"
Steve sighs and goes to take the whiteboard from the back. When Argyle first claimed that everyone would jump onto the opportunity to add extra pineapple onto their pizza, Steve had thought it was once again the weed talking. Who in their right mind would willingly add more pineapple on pizza?!
Apparently, a lot of people. He has long stopped being surprised when Argyle once again triumphantly tells him that they've got another tally for pineapple. Fucking California.
Twenty minutes later he is parking the Surfer Boy Pizza van on another stranger's driveway. Technically Surfer Boy Pizza encourages their delivery workers to go on motorcycle, but both Steve and Argyle lied on their interview and neither can actually drive one, so they always take the van.
Steve has seen a lot of things in his lifetime. Impossible and weird and otherworldly things. But nothing could have prepared him for what awaited him behind this particular door.
"Wow. You really are Steve Harrington."
...What.
"Jonathan Byers?! What the fuck are you doing here dude?" Very eloquent. Steve knows he must look extremely stupid right now, wordlessly opening and closing his mouth like a very confused fish. Where is smooth playboy Steve "The King" Harrington when you need him?
"Yeah. Just moved here with my family. Who would've thought that we both would end up in the same Cali corner."
"Almost like it was destiny."
An awkward pause ensues. Why the fuck did he say that?!
"You. You're looking good." Jonathan says in that earnest matter-of-fact way of his and Steve can't help but smile. He wouldn't be surprised if his cheeks were pink.
"You look like absolute shit", he answers. Because he is sleep deprived and shook and still a bit high and that is honestly a pretty accurate description of the boy in front of him. Unfortunately, it is also wholly inappropriate for the atmosphere they are currently building. "But don't worry! I like that in a man."
...
Maybe it wasn't a higher power that made Steve and Jonathan meet again after so many years, but someone must have done something for Jon to agree to go out with him after whatever the fuck that was. (not that he's complaining)
@stonathanweek
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mk-wizard · 4 months ago
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Comic and VG Fangirl turned Mother's Message
After hearing the latest news in entertainment and how far companies obsession with ESG and DEI has gone, I feel compelled to say this. Not just because I'm a fan of superheroes, comics, anime, video games and even happen to be the author of several webcomics myself, I'm something else that goes far beyond all of that: a mother.
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The legacy superheroes that are being beaten down, replaced, disrespected and at times, humiliated like Spider-Man, Luke Skywalker, Indiana Jones, Solid Snake, Chris Redfield, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Son Goku, Sailor Moon, She-Ra, He-Man, The Incredible Hulk and more... These are the heroes I grew up with. The heroes who inspired me not just in my career choice, but also in being the person I am and how they shaped my views on ethics. Namely human rights, free speech and how goodness is proactive not passive. You should always do the right thing if you can and perhaps that is why I feel compelled to speak up now.
Now, don't get me wrong. I am for being sensitive, inclusive and getting with the times, but not at the cost of artistic freedom, the integrity of the superheroes and icons who founded the lore we have inherited and the beauty of the art itself. And yes, last point does matter in art and the art of comics, video games and film are not the exception. For a lot of characters including female ones, their physical beauty is a part of their character. It is what makes them iconic, recognizable and visually inspiring. Believe or not, their beauty, athletic physiques and composure is more than just eye candy. It makes them look godlike, powerful and like they actually are heroic. And if you argue with me that I am exaggerating, answer me this; could you ever picture Superman having the same emotional impact with just his mere presence in the room while having a receding hairline, a beer gut, average height, less muscle and a plain face? No, of course not because Superman looking like an angel is a part of his character and adds to his heroic persona.
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The point is that the watering down of fantasy, the beauty of fictional characters of any gender and making everything realistic is bad and concerning for the modern audience. And I know this better as do a lot of adult fans alongside me in my generation than any of these companies ever will because one simple, but end all reason: we are parents of the modern audience. We know our own children. We know what is best for them. We know from our own life experience that imagination, escapism and the importance of heroes and fictional ones are in a child's life. Companies may think they're giving the modern audience what it wants, but we the fans-turned-parents, know what our children need.
We don't want our children to have politically correct heroes who shame one group in order to uplift another, incompetent heroes who never take a situation seriously or passive heroes who hand over the bigger responsibilities to someone else. We want them to have heroic heroes who inspire them, who teach them that doing good can make a difference, that we're all in this together, that how you react to danger or a bad situation matters, and that even fighting with your words needs to be proactive in that you should never be afraid to tell the truth or say what you mean.
In short, us legacy fans are not angry because of what you're taking from us. It's what you're denying our beloved children. The same children you claim to be catering to, but you're really not. Children have no hope of ever becoming wonderful adults if they cannot enjoy being children while they are children and imagination is a part of that. A child's imagination tends to be ideal and fantastical while being free from the bounds of reality and real world politics.
With that in mind, my child doesn't need a lecture from these companies. It's my job to give him lectures and mine alone as his mother. The job of Disney, DC, Marvel, Sony and all the other companies creating the media my son is indulging is simple yet important... your job is to give him a hero that he can be immersed in and inspired by.
Make that hero bold, beautiful and truly super.
PS: Keep in mind that equality is a side effect of quality. Write well and the rest will happen naturally. Don't forget that comics, video games and superheroes have always been naturally progressive mediums.
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