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colorlessjay · 2 days ago

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some times Dean gets hit with an overwhelming amount of “I love my wife and I must smooch”-itis. And he must, MUST kiss him face and tell Cas he loves him sooooo much 😭

And Cas has 2 modes during this shower of affection:

He allows it. Either patiently because Dean clearly needs it or! he fully revels in it, luxuriates in it, let’s himself enjoy this and let himself believe he deserves this love finally. or

he’s like nnooooooo ugh *sigh* fine. Either ‘cus he’s like, busy doing dishes. or because he doesn’t think he deserves this affection so he’s deflecting.

The second one actually means it takes longer ‘cus Cas has to stop trying to dissuade Dean and let Dean get then 💕💗💖💞😻💘💝👩‍❤️‍👨💕🥰 out

(This shower of love is only actually truly “forbidden” is when Dean is working on his clingy-ness and so when Cas makes it clear it’s “let Cas out of your sight”-time* Dean can’t use “but I must smooch!”-itis as an excuse to hunt him down)

*an improvement that they have gotten to this point! It used to be “let Cas out of arms reach” -time and before that it was “stop touching Cas at all times”-time and before THAT it was “stop clinging to Cas in a (post)deathgrip”-time

Okay, hear me out:

lil blerp for Back to the Future AU

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It started out small

Just Dean pressing his shoulder against Castiel more often. Standing closer than before. Sam teased them about it and got a scoff and a wave for his troubles, but it was harmless

Then Dean's touch would linger. Small pats on the shoulder and grabs of the arm would turn into an insistent grip, a hold that said Dean didn't wanna let go. Castiel tried not to point it out, not wanting to break the spell. Instead, he reciprocates and gets shy smiles in return

Holding hands was the next logical step in their newfound exploration of physical intimacy. The thrill Castiel got when Dean first hooked their pinkies together under the diner's old, worn table was nothing like he'd ever dreamed. From then on, the two found any excuse to share those small moments

The first time Dean hugged him from behind was not ideal. Castiel was in the library, staying up late to rearrange the books for the lack of anything else to do while the brothers slept.

He felt Dean's presence before he felt his arm wrap around Castiel from behind, pinning his arms to his side. Dean's face buried itself against the side of Castiel's collar, muffling the shaky breath he let out. Castiel was unsure if it from from relief or stress. It didn't matter; all he could do was reach up, place his hand over Dean's in a firm hold, and remind the hunter that he wouldn't leave him. Not again.

The months following that, their intimacy only grew more insistent and prominent, much to Sam's teasing and dismay. Castiel discovered many new things about Dean: He likes sitting with Castiel squished against the wall of booths, nudging and pressing against him any chance he could get. He tends to cross his arms and lean his head against Castiel's shoulder when they watch movies, falling asleep like that and relishing in waking up with Castiel's arm around him. He also likes to have at least a hand on Castiel whenever they speak to other people. A positive gesture, Castiel thought, but didn't question. Castiel enjoyed the attention.

Kisses were when things started to escalate into a realm Castiel had never thought he would experience

Even the smallest kisses, the ones where Dean would lift their hands up and press his lips against Castiel's palm or wrist as a silent apology... Those sent Castiel off like fireworks

It was a difficult adjustment for Castiel. Overwhelming and terrifyingly new. The way Dean would find giddy joy in watching Castiel's every reaction from the mere press of their lips. It got frustrating how often Dean could fluster him, how easily his vessel would twitch and react without his control from Dean pecking his cheek. It took a long while before Castiel got used to it, before he could find control over his reactions again, and reciprocate without feeling the need to melt into the floor

And yet, no amount of time could ever ebb away at the cosmic joy that would spread through Castiel's grace whenever they touched

It did draw in concern, however, when Castiel noticed the effect on Dean when they were apart

Castiel didn't think much of it at first. He assumed Dean's "clinginess", as Sam put it, was a trauma response from the many times Castiel had been lost to them. And for the most part, Castiel enjoyed indulging in Dean's rapt attention.

It became more concerning when Dean burst through the doors of "Party City" in a frantic, panicked haze. His green eyes wild, scanning each aisle before crashing into Castiel.

"You weren't at the bunker." Dean's statement was shaken, muffled against Castiel's collar as he clung to the angel like he would evaporate

It took a minute of prying and awkward apologies to the store clerk before Castiel had Dean back inside the Impala, explaining how he and Sam had planned a surprise birthday party for Dean. That Castiel didn't want to drum up suspension if he announced an impromptu "milk run."

He explained all this while Dean was wrapped around him. Castiel could feel Dean's iron grip on his trench coat, and the way the hunter was shaking

Dean had explained how he tried to call Castiel but got no answer. How he panicked, tracked his phone, and sped through town just to find him, thinking of the worst that could've happened...

All Castiel could do at that moment was hold him back and reassure him as best he could

Their journey of healing hadn't ended when Castiel came back

It had only started

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anyways. Idk if I wanna finish this but ya know, do with it as you will

#castiel #dean winchester #destiel #supernatural #deancas #destielbttfau #spn #dean x castiel

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kaivenom · 2 days ago

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Can you do op dilfs (and especially Crocodile!!) with a reader that does burlesque a couple night a week when not sailing?

Reader just performed this!

https://youtu.be/3lckFapcvWo?si=pogDogHq5lC2q8rQ

OP Dilfs with an s/o that does burlesque

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

He know about the shows, but never catched his attention.

But of course, since you are his partner, he could survive to a night of burlesque.

Which he didn't expect was to be so infatuated by the dance and the set up of the show... and even more, by you.

Then he started coming more often, he had the excuse of you needing a body guard on the shadows.

He just liked being there, supporting you and seeing you work so gracefully.

The people of the company you work with, otherwise, started to think you had an stalker.

Donquixote Doflamingo

Even though none of the male dancers touched you, he felt jelaous.

He was on the shadows, cause no one should see the king in these type of events.

His eyes were so piercing that you even felt it on the stage.

He was dead serious, which is a surprise and maybe a problem.

He was so inmerse on your dancing and singing that he didn't care about anything else.

Not even the fact that you hid this from him.

Cause probably, even if you wanted to ask him to go to a show, he would have made someone follow you prior so he already knows about your nocturnal activities.

Sr. Crocodile

He discovered it when you recognized some of the dancers he hired for an event.

Then he started investigating a lot more.

He somewhat became your manager and fan.

He always tries to find the best places for you to perform, even diverting the course of the ship to get there.

He is so proud of you that he even tries to convince you to perform on some of HIS events.

He sits on the front row, but at the side, to not make you nervours or be on the spot, since you are the star.

Typical mobster attitude: if he sees someone being disrespectful to you, the other person is out of the place accompanied by his body guards; if someone tries to touch you, then he could consider himself dead, etc.

He leaves you gifts on the changing rooms and when the show ends, you both go to take dinner at some fancy restaurant (cause now is his time to enternain you).

Smoker

He didn't want to go at first, since he is a marine he couldn't be seen in some downtown bar on a burlesque show.

You had to force him to go with you, cause you were really excited about this dance number.

And of course, he had to accept... and he couldn't be more flustered about accepting your offer.

He felt out of place and also really nervous, like when you are young and you are seeing someone you shouldn't.

He was on first row, seeing his girlfriend with not much clothing, dance and sing provocatively.

He reassures you that he won't even repeat, but deep down he wanted you to oblige him more often, even with all the fluster he suffers during it.

Akagami Shanks

He had went to a couple of burlesque shows before with the guys, but when you invited him to see you the first time...

He kept the information like a secret, he didn't want any of the crew members there, only himself.

He wanted to sip his drink, but he knows that he would spill it out everytime you do a move.

Cause you are gorgeous, amazing and he became your biggest fun and SIMP, and he was already that.

He kissed you passionately and was on his knees for you when the show ended.

It seems that you discovered his soft spot.

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penelopelima · 2 days ago

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As a teenager I used to hang out with my older cousin's friends sometimes. They would talk to me about politics, music, books, history, philosophy, experiences. I started going on international exchanges with people up to 35 when I was 19, and made so many interesting acquaintances, shared so many stories, discovered so much about the world. I joined an association for a few years, worked with people ten years older than me who were just as young and just as human as I was, they were the coolest people in my life. I am now 30, and I know I have so much life before me, and I feel just as free and just as authentic. I just got more interesting, more myself. I often think that people who haven't had older friends feel that aging is a death sentence. When you don't see older people as just people, you are preemptively burying yourself. My cousins are in their forties and fifties now, and I still go out with them, and they are even more interesting, even more themselves.

saw a tiktok that was making good points except it was like "if you're over 23 you shouldn't even know anyone under 20 unless they're family and it's weird if you do" and I just. have you guys ever had coworkers. students. family friends. clubs. is no one going back to school for their BA/MA/PhD. what kind of isolated world are you living in where as a 23+ year old you never interact w anyone under the age of 20. this idea that even Talking to anyone younger than you is somehow predatory is absolutely insane god I hate western individualism so bad. no your best friend ever probably shouldn't be a teenager when you're a grown ass adult but we do in fact need to be in community w people younger than us

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userluhna · 3 days ago

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࿔⋆ LIKE LIVING

dad!hwangjunho x mom!pregnant!reader

based on this request

words: 1.3k

warnings: adoption. pregnancy. childbirth. season three spoilers. soft domestic life<3

a/n: might be the last request i write like this—junho discovering the baby with his girlfriend/wife—because it’s starting to feel a bit repetitive. however, if you guys want small scenes of what dad!junho looks like when the baby’s older, I’M DOWN FOR IT OKAY. you can also find more in: still ours. new dad.

enjoy! :)

you and junho met in winter, years ago—you were at the same café. it wasn’t the first time you saw him there, but he always passed through, coffee in hand, never staying long. never long enough. until one day, you went for him. right after he took his coffee—

“hey!” you had said, a little louder than intended. because the way he looked at you—he seemed on guard. not afraid, just ready. like he’d been waiting for this moment but didn’t know from who, or why. “sorry,” you added quickly, stepping a little closer—not too close, just enough so you didn’t have to raise your voice. “just—i see you, often, there,” you said, pointing awkwardly to the café window. “and […]” you were awkward. painfully awkward. and he was just there, listening to you, eyes steady like he hadn’t talked to anyone in years. “so yeah,” you said, because the silence was too much. “i’m sorry. i probably don’t have time for this anyway.” your lips pressed into a tight line as you turned and slipped back into the café. but maybe two days later, he sat beside you. coffee in hand.

“the light is really good,” he said.

and from there, it just… went. small coffee dates. soft mornings. you told him about the films you loved. he told you he read sometimes. you told him he should think about himself more. he told you he couldn’t. and still—you helped. without meaning to, you helped so much. he found comfort in you. a shoulder when he was too tired. his hand finding yours when he got anxious. his palm at your back to ground you in crowded rooms.

you grew safer and safer with each other.

so safe that one day, he asked you to marry him. so safe that he told you about his brother—not everything, but enough. so safe that he showed you his wound. so safe that he explained. so safe that he rested his head on your shoulder and cried. so fucking safe that when you handed him a positive pregnancy test, saying nothing, he didn’t even hesitate—he just looked at you, confused, and then hugged you so hard your feet left the ground. “oh my god—” he breathed, voice full, body shaking. “we’re having a baby.”

and you nodded, crying, just because you were happy. he moved with you through your pregnancy—slow, careful. his hand would brush your belly even before it started showing. his lips too, gentle and quiet. “hi there,” he’d whisper at night, like a lullaby. “talking to you early so you get to pick favorites.” you pinched his ear.

“ow, hey— that hurts!” he gasped, as if a tiny pinch could kill him. it was around three months in. you were craving rice and sauce, early morning. junho was already up, making breakfast. when he heard your footsteps in the hallway, he turned around.

“hi love,” he said softly, moving toward you like it was a dance he’d practiced for years. “slept well?” his lips brushed your temple. his hands rested over your belly. you nodded, still sleepy. “need to grab a few things from the store. you wanna come before it gets crowded?”

“oh yes please.”

you went, got what you needed, paid. really, it was such a small, normal thing—barely took time. but when you returned—oh god. you stepped inside, slipping off your shoes, and junho was already moving with the grocery bags—until he froze.

“june? you okay?” you asked, coming closer—only to freeze too. “what the—” your hand found your belly, as if to make sure it was still there. he didn’t speak. just opened a black envelope that had been left by the door.

inside: a golden card. player 222. winner. your eyes jumped from the baby, to the card, back again.

“just—it, oh my god.” you breathed, steadying yourself against junho’s shoulder. his hand found your waist, holding you tight—but his eyes were on the card. he pulled it out. a credit card. and then he looked at you—lips parted, eyes wide, searching for answers he knew weren’t there. “is it from the fucking games?” you asked. he nodded. unsure, but still—he nodded.

you couldn’t even believe it. your free hand covered your mouth. his hand—the one not holding your waist—moved to your cheek, brushing tears you hadn’t even noticed were falling. and junho—he was speechless. he always had something to say, even if small. but now, nothing. you just stood there. with a baby that wasn’t yours. with another one not yet born. his forehead rested against yours, eyes closed, like even they had run out of words. minutes passed. you breathed out.

“okay,” you whispered, wiping your tears. stepping back to meet his eyes. “okay. so… what do we do now? how much is on that card?” and junho—he already knew. he’d seen it before. the kind of money gihun walked away with. and from his face, you could tell—it was a lot.

you moved eventually. junho strapped the baby to his chest, walked beside you, checked the balance on the card. and you just looked at each other. fucking stared. two days later, you used it. for diapers. for the little girl who’d been left at your door.

you had talked—god, you’d talked so much. sleepless nights, whispering about what this meant. you were three months pregnant. in six months, you’d have two babies. the one thing that was clear: the money from the card, knowing where it came from, would be for the baby. only the baby.

you asked for help—how to manage two. leaned on your parents, your sister. junho apologized, knowing no one from his side could help. you asked your friends. good ones. the ones who didn’t hesitate. you filled out paperwork. because the baby didn’t have any. you named her—hyejin.

it was like meeting your baby early. way too early. but you were okay. because you knew. because you had time to prepare. even if, some nights, it was hard. even if you felt distant. disconnected. but then—love arrived. quietly. in the middle of the afternoon, when she fell asleep on your chest. at night, when she cried and junho was holding her, but she still wanted your voice.

junho kept taking care of you. you were still pregnant, still heavy, still tired. he massaged your ankles when they hurt, even with hyejin drooling all over him. you laughed.

“she’s drooling, you know?”

“no way??” he gasped, fake offended. “yah, that’s not fair!” you squealed, kicking your feet lightly. careful not to disturb hyejin. “you’re not fair—” he muttered, hand over his chest, pretending to be wounded. “i’m pregnant. i have every right.” he laughed through his nose, the quiet kind of laugh that meant he was totally defeated. oh, and junho—he didn’t hesitate with her. held her like she was the most fragile, most precious thing. maybe it was instinct. maybe guilt. maybe just love.

sometimes he whispered, “you’re so safe, baby.” other times, he said nothing at all—just held her. watched the sky shift through the windows. and you—pregnant, heavier each day—watched them. and you loved her. not because you had to. not because you chose to. but because love came anyway.

then the delivery came. quietly. middle of the afternoon. hyejin was at your dad’s—he insisted. the due date was near and you needed rest. then you felt it. the warm trickle down your leg.

“junho—” you called, not loud. not scared. just needing. hours later. crying. sweating. clinging. she came. alive. strong.

you still remember junho’s face when he held her—wrecked with wonder. “she’s here,” he whispered, forehead against yours. “you did it.”

they’re different, your daughters. hyejin is quiet. watchful. like she’s already survived too much, even if she won’t remember it. she clings to junho’s hand when the world gets loud. buries into your lap when strangers come too close.

your newborn is louder. impatient. she wants warmth, milk, everything, now. but her eyes—god, her eyes. they look just like junho’s. wide and calm and full of something still.

some days, it feels like a miracle. other days—it just feels like living.

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#squid game #squid game headcanons #squid game x reader #hwang junho #hwang jun ho #hwang junho x reader #hwang jun ho x reader #squid game fanfic

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zstartrixxx · 3 days ago

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What do you think marriage would be like with Jack’s characters? Cause I headcanon this..

Roy Goode ( fake marriage to get him out of jail / use as an alibi that turns real after a while )

Patrick Sumner ( arranged )

Oliver Mellors ( slow burn / like after the war husband dies and he’s the gamekeeper who takes care in more way - emotional, etc. )

Remmick ( reincarnation )

Lion Kaminski ( drunken mistake / like the vegas wedding trope after a fight with Stan )

MY GOD THESE ARE MAGNIFICENT HEADCANONS!

okay, here are mine (i took extra time to make these more detailed, hope you enjoy):

— Roy Goode:

You and Roy Goode bump into each other at a saloon party in Atascadero. After everything he's been through, all he wants is peace and quiet in his new life—but everything changes when he sees you dancing and laughing with your friends. At first he keeps to himself, shy and dazzled by how you smile and joke around, until he finally gathers the courage to approach:

"Hello, ma'am, nice weather we're havin', ain't it?" You stare at him with a big question mark on your face, then burst out laughing—and he laughs too, nervously. You pull him to dance, and from that night on, you're inseparable. Like, he'll insist on taking you home on his horse, learn "these gentlemanly things" from his older brother, and when he discovers you're an avid book lover, he becomes even more obsessed with you, striking up conversations about the latest books you've read.

He writes you letters in his tortured handwriting (poor guy), but you grow increasingly flustered by this man, until the first kiss happens—quick and simple at first, until you start dating and well... you're a virgin. You'd only marry "pure," but desire wins and you decide to just taste a little—I mean, with the wedding scheduled soon, what's the harm in a little preview?

Done and done: you ride that cowboy like there's no tomorrow. When you walk down the aisle, Roy in his all-black outfit, hat and a grin ear to ear, you're certain he's the love of your life.

The wedding itself is simple. Goode genuinely tries to be good to you at all times; if you have kids (biological or adopted), he'll strive to be everything he never had, and life with him will be uncomplicated.

— Oliver Mellors:

Oliver proposes to you the moment you separate from your then-husband. He won't be the "other man" in your life anymore, can't stand being sidelined, and so he's determined to have you by his side as soon as you're "free." Not out of possessiveness or fear of losing you—it's something deeper, almost complex, this need to truly have you, to desire you so intensely he'd celebrate your union immediately.

The relationship itself was slow: it started with discreet glances, then subtle touches, until the big embrace came, the desperate kiss, the guilt-ridden tears, the rushed sex full of whimpers and moans—until finally, the weight of conscience lifts and you both realize how much you want each other.

Marrying Mellors means being well cared for, well treated, very well served in every way. Kept warm on hot nights, cooled on freezing days; with him, you'll feel the freedom of love—that unique feeling where you can be you, screaming and jumping for joy naked or simply collapsing in his arms after bearing the weight of the world. Because he loves you, and sharing his name with you is his ultimate proof.

To truly become one. An incurable romantic.

— Lion Kaminski:

He wants to marry and start a family. He has no doubts—it's right there in his Kaminski Kleaner future plans collage—but Stan's constant interference, his acute possessiveness in dictating right and wrong, what Lion should or shouldn't do with his life, nearly derails it. Until he meets you. With you, Lion finds the courage to say enough, to draw the line and live his life. So one random day, with no glamour or special occasion, he wakes you up whispering: "Hey, let's go get married?" You're surprised at first, but you'll say yes to that madness, and soon you're exchanging vows pulled up on your phones before a judge—sometimes an Elvis impersonator, Lion in a windbreaker and running shorts, you in a bridal dress bought last-minute at a shop nearby.

Stan freaks out, obviously, but what can he do?

As a husband, Lion is... kinda timid? Like, he's always side-eyeing you, waiting for you to make the first move, watching you with starry eyes and an open mouth as you do the simplest things, always making sure you finish first during sex before just wanting to cuddle.

He exudes that kind of husband energy.

— Patrick Sumner:

This man is so traumatized by the whole marriage thing (thanks, childhood) that the first thing he does after you wed is ensure—absolutely ensure—you won't abandon him. To him, that would be the ultimate betrayal. So he takes this institution very seriously.

Serious, centered, pragmatic, and very clinical. Patrick systematizes your marriage like he's dissecting a corpse—because loving you sickens him with its intensity. He sometimes lies about his own state, bottles up feelings and trauma, all to keep you smiling. You don't deserve a madman for a husband.

So Patrick is the serious type of husband, the one who sits beside you smoking, listening to you talk while he writes in his journal, slowly unwinding.

— Remmick:

Here, we'll explore two scenarios:

REINCARNATION You die and revive countless times while he remains immortal—your soul never forgets his, so no matter how, where, or when you're reborn, you'll always find each other again. And maybe, just maybe, you'll discover why you can never stay together. Is it a curse? Some cruel joke by God (or whichever deity)? Or just the vampire's rotten luck to love and be loved, yet never truly have you?

Remmick may die like you, and each time he resurrects, he's cursed anew: vampirism, chronic illness, a world war, madness, some insurmountable obstacle... But he's always drawn to your soul, and when you casually cross paths, his eyes widen—he knows it's you.

The wedding is always poignant, laced with strange nostalgia (you've done this in other lives), and always bittersweet, because separation will come. But sooner or later, you'll meet again. And in every life, he'll say something like:

"I'll love you in this life as I did the last, and as I likely will in the next."

MARRIED TO A VAMPIRE As his wife—human or not (though I prefer imagining a human scenario here)—you'd share an intense marriage with Remmick. Imagine sharing memories and experiences telepathically, feeling what he feels, and how that could amplify every aspect of your life?

Remmick would cling to you, half-desperate, half-famished. Possessive, perhaps, but when he made you his eternal companion, he did it to ensure you'd truly become one.

(And yes, he'd always find a way to drool over you—if you catch my drift—and lick a drop of your blood as an aphrodisiac...)

#love sm to make these hcs #roy goode x reader #lion kaminski x reader #remmick x reader #patrick sumner x reader #oliver mellors × reader #[⛦] zstar anons&requests

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adulthumanproblem · 1 day ago

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I'm neurodivergent and I think it's really rude and ableist to use us a shield for your space magic belief.

I believe in actual science, not bullshit like astrology. Don't you fucking DARE claim NDs are more prone to believe in astrology or should be free of criticism

And yeah. Supernatural magic has NEVER been observed. It doesn't exist. And if YOU can't see the beauty and the awe and the infinity of things to discover and learn about the universe, you just completely lack imagination and curiosity.

No wonder you'd rather believe in magic stars that tell you how to live your life instead of just living.

And just because you personally think science is boring doesn't make magic real just because you want it so much. Go outside more maybe.

Astrology is NOT science. It's the opposite of science. It's woo, always has been. It's ließ and scams.

Here's an actual scientist who actually knows how stars and planets work, explaining it:

youtube

it does still make me insane specifically how many queer people lovingly embrace astrology. I went to a poetry workshop yesterday that was genuinely quite good but also included an option to disclose astrology designations during introductions and so many people broke out some variation of "I'm a [x] sum but I have a [y] placement and it SHOWS" girl no it doesn't. that's meaningless correlation you completely invented the causation

#I don't trust people who think science and especially astronomy are boring #You just don't know anything about it #Because you don't care #It would shatter your belief in astrology is my guess #Because the planets don't work like that #The stars we see in any given sign don't interact #Also liiiike #Which signs anyway? What system are you using?#Youtube #And I hate this ableist bullshit #Leave me out of it #And I promise you more NDs believe in and DO actual real science than believe in astrology #Stop using us as your shield #Astrology isn't more plausible just because NDs may do it #Rancid take #Go watch Astrum on YouTube and actually learn about the universe #But you can't can you #You need to keep yourself ignorant lest you lose your belief in astrology #Cult information control

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therobotsarestuckinmyhead · 1 day ago

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Hi! Could you write a headcanon for Transformers: Prime set during Season 2, where the Autobots discover another Transformer who’s been hiding in Brazil and can transform into a red Chevrolet Celta? And could the reader be a chill and funny guy, but a bit on the scaredy-cat side? Sorry if that’s too specific 😅

☆|♡ "NEW FRIEND & OLD MEMORIES"

OHHHHHH ANON… didnt mention whether platonic or romantic </3 so i went with a fine middle line. for plot reasons, there was an omega key in Brazil. i had to research on Brazil. forgive me for inaccuracies. also uhhh heads up for the Arcee part.

scenario: on a mission to recover one of the omega keys, the Autobots encounter another bot

including: Smokescreen, Optimus, Arcee, Bulkhead

note: reader is depicted to have an accent cause i <3 transformers with accents

BACKGROUND:

This dirt ball was where Optimus said he'd be at— You had the coordinates and everything! Yet your escape pod crashed right into Brazil, the coordinates for Jasper, Nevada must've been a few kliks off because you found yourself in the forest outskirts of Manaus, Amazonas all the way in Brazil. Not even the right country but you didn't realize that until much later.

You'd managed to set up a make-shift base within the forest; far, far away from any human settlements. The last thing you want is to catch anyone's attention before you find the rest of the Autobots, especially the natives.

No ship, no crew, no contact... nothing.

But hey! That's just a minor set-back. You're sure you can manage.

Of course you knew how to defend yourself. Not the best on the offensive but a good enough defensive, managing to stay undercover. You managed to build a low-quality but functioning radio transmitter, you're a bit of a techie— nothing big, just a few simple things you'd picked up after being stuck in this seemingly never ending war. You hoped your messages would reach where ever Prime and the rest of the Autobots are. Until then you're stuck all alone with many misadventures. Like living off of energon you manage to steal from Decepticon energon mines deeper into the forest.

Until you met a fellow Autobot.

Smokescreen:

— Smokescreen is the one who found you in the forest, the exact same forest where the third Omega Key just so happened to be located. He encountered you through a misunderstanding actually; you almost mistook him for a possible Decepticon when you managed to pick up a spark-signal. But once you saw him, you realized you were wrong and he debrief you on everything you missed out on (everything he was aware of at least). However, the two of you were knocked out cold by Starscream and that twat managed snatch the Omega Key right out of Smokescreen's servos!

— Smokescreen is relatively easy to get along with. He enjoys your company, even if you clearly are a bit of a scaredy-cat. In fact he actually likes that about you, it gives him a lot more ammo he could use to tease you with.

— He laughs the loudest at your jokes, you managed to cheer him up after losing the third Omega Key so Smokescreen does get a bit attached to you. He may or may not get attached a bit too easily... and quickly.

— Also he's definitely not really vibing with you alt mode of choice, I mean, a Chevrolet Celta? Why not a luxury sports car or a race car! Like his own Indy 500 race car alt mode? You're quick to retort with how much more noticeable a sports car or a race car is and how it beats the purpose of 'Robots in Disguise' but he pretends not to hear it... He doesn't want to admit that you may have a really good point there. Only because he is a race car.

— Smokescreen does like the red paint though and how you've managed to keep it relatively scratch-less given you're in a forest. But he does wish you'd add some more colour to it, you're a pretty vibrant bot so he thinks a few more streaks and colouring would really suit you.

— You can bet your spark that he's going to use the fact that he's a sport-car to his advantage because he is constantly challenging you to a race and you're clearly not able to keep up with him. He has a proud smug smile on his face. Finally! After cycles of losing to Bumblebee, he's farming race wins for once like Max Verstrappen does.

— Your accent throws him off a little but he's gets used to it quickly. Again, you crashed in Brazil, its only natural that you learnt Portuguese before you did English. He could easily learn Portuguese too, mostly cause of the existence of the internet. Well, not really learn per say but translate his way through conversation.

— Cue you and Smokes conversing in Portuguese while the rest of the team is incredibly confused as to what the two of you are saying. You have a secret language with him. The two of you are teasing the kids, especially Miko. It's driving her nuts how the two of you are talking and she can't make out a WORD. She wants to get into it as well, she's begging you to let her get into this 'secret language'. Then Raf tells her its Portuguese and not some secret alien language and her excitement dies down.

Optimus:

— Optimus is happy to have you onboard even if he is disheartened at not being able to get one of the keys because in the end of the day, its more Autobot to their mission and they need all the help they can get to gather all the four Omega Keys.

— Optimus is more reliable than Smokescreen when it comes to letting you know what's happening so he fills in any gaps Smokescreen may have left out. He also takes the liberty to introduce you to everyone.

— Optimus finds you interesting, mostly because you managed to survive on a completely different continent and managed to stay hidden so well that Ratchet’s detection systems couldn't pick up on your spark signature.

— Optimus is observant, a lot more than one would think and from all he's managed to understand from your story, you're a survivalist with the talent when it comes to staying hidden. He can see how resillant you are, managing to find fuel even in such a precarious situation. The attempts to hand-repair your frame by yourself is clear with poorly welding marks as well as remnants of blasterfire burns.

— Your tech-knowledge would definitely help them, its a massive advantage for their side. Ratchet is a medic, he's not exactly an engineer. Even the little engineering knowledge you have is useful to them, you could assist Ratchet and perhaps maybe even improve the ground bridge.

— Sometimes, you say Brazillian phrases/sayings and it confuses Optimus. He just nods his helm like he does with Agent Fowler's other Earth sayings in English. Yours just confuses him a bit more because its in a language he hasn't conversed in yet. He might get curious and try to learn some Portuguese himself.

— And since you seemed to have managed to pick up on Earth languages very well, along with their customes, Optimus thinks that theres a very high chance that you might be some sort of 'human expert' because he still finds himself struggling with a few sayings and such. Human lingo is just not for him.. Optimus thinks you'd be great to interact with humans.

— Your strong basic knowledge in tech is a huge service because now you're helping Ratchet improve his weapons systems. He's grateful to have you.

— Optimus does want to get to know you better but he isn't exactly sure on how to approach you, the Prime can be slightly awkward at times (evident with how he tried to talk to Wheeljack that one EP) so he's still figuring it out.

— You're getting most of the maintenance work now. Fixing the lights at the base, ground-bridge maintenance, tweaking systems, maximizing performance... You've slowly become an integral part of the team. Your tweaks to the systems have made it a lot easier to decrypt the coordinates of the fourth Omega Key.

Arcee:

— Oh Arcee, she's really going through with it the moment she saw you. You just remind her of Cliffjumper, its like you're a walking-talking replica of the bot. So similar yet so, so different. From the red paint to the sense of humour and light-heartedness, you're triggering a lot of memories for her.

— So, she does what she normally does when she has something which triggers the flashbacks. Avoid it. Arcee is avoiding you like you're the Rust Plague. She is cold to you, not exactly rude but incredibly silent when you're around and you can sense it: the way her frame seems to stiffen slightly, her EM field tucked to herself tightly as if she doesn't want you to know what she's feeling— her guard is constantly up when you're around.

— You notice this. At first you wonder if you're doing something wrong. Perhaps she's just skeptical about the credibility of your story? An understandable concern which could be talked out... or so you thought because when you try to confront her about it, she usually says something flat and cold, just leaving you there after giving some excuse to ditch the conversation. It annoys you because every time you try to talk to her, she shoots you down like you're a Vehicon.

— You come to the conclusion that there may not be anything wrong with you but instead, there could be something wrong with her. You're not sure. Does she just not like you for no reason? Your relationship with Arcee is strained.

— But it slowly does get better as time moves on and when she does, she feels bad about how she was like towards you.

Bulkhead:

— You know him! You two have met before back on Cybertron during the war so he's someone you're a lot more comfortable with and its relatively easy to get along with him too. He's a chill guy and you're a chill guy. It was bound to be like that.

— But you and Smokescreen have doomed him into having to learn Japanese because Miko is adamantly trying to make sure she and Bulkhead have a secret language no one else can understand! When Bulkhead asked why she couldn't just do that with Jack and Raf, she said that it'd be much easier teaching him than them. So now his databanks have files on all three different Japanese writing systems and over three thounsand Kanji. Now he's gotten better than Miko at Japanese.

— Cue Miko dragging him in when you are Smokescreen are talking in Portuguese so that Bulkhead can show off his Japanese. He's got a big frown on his face; he's very embarrassed, evident from his EM field and you're trying not to laugh as Smokescreen is trying his hardest to hold it back.

— Considering he used to work in construction, he's usually the one doing most of the maintenance work but then you came along so now he's helping you out with most them. He's like your assistant, he can't stay committed to keeping the base alright when he's usually out on the field.

— But other than that, he likes having you around. You're funny, you've managed to get multiple snickers out of him.

— If you get even closer to him, he'll have some crazy Wrecker stories to tell you. The more tame ones that aren't extremely traumatic for him to say, Miko is secretly listening in the background.

— He likes talking to you and will start striking up more casual chats with you, you make the heavy atmosphere of the room a lot lighter and bearable. Something he really needs with how hectic its been trying to locate these Omega Keys.

— Bulkhead knows Arcee wouldn't like it but when you keep asking him about why Arcee doesn't like you, he's going to be the one to tell you what's wrong.

— Bulkhead is the main reason why your relationship with Arcee improves because he's trying to talk to her, trying to reach out to her though its mainly Optimus who's confronting her after noticing something off. He knew immediately why Arcee was avoiding you because he felt the same way, you were just like Cliff.

— Also one time, Miko dressed herself up in a very convincing Scraplet costume. You and Bulkhead were talking and the lights flickered off, you were not very happy about that cause the two of you just finished maintenance work. Then the lights flicker on and the two of you see this scraplet and immediately scream together, holding onto each other for a moment. You were about to shoot with your cannon until Miko removed the costumes head and began hysterically laughing while the two of you are holding onto each other for life.

— Neither of you were pleased and took her straight to Optimus so she could have a "chat" with the boss bot. Miko is your and Bulkhead's adopted child at this point.

the description you gave me reminded me too much of Cliffjumper and idk if it were intention but it gave me ideas :3

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utilitycaster · 3 days ago

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Ok finished Tusk Love, and I think, as @essektheylyss noted here, it covers a lot of territory that is relevant to the Mighty Nein's backstories and their experiences in the Empire, and in doing so feels very much like it could be the product of an in-world author. I also think that by touching on these stories, it does an excellent job as a romance novel that would speak specifically to Jester, and to other members of the party, such that it makes sense it would be a recurring touchstone within Campaign 2.

Guinevere is not just sheltered and wealthy and beautiful; she speaks to a lot of Jester's desires and even her limited experience. There is of course the very obvious case of a romance between Guinevere and a quieter, attractive half-orc, but that's just the surface level. Guinevere, during the story, discovers a passion for adventure, and at the end of the story leaves Nicodranas, where she was to be wed, to travel with Oskar as he goes to his late mother's home in Boroftkrah. She also falls for Oskar in part because while he initially finds her frustrating, he is patient with her naivete, about both the world and sex, perhaps the issue Jester herself is most insecure about. And while Guinevere's relationship with her parents is rather more fraught than Jester's with hers, there is still a self-imposed agreeableness they share. Even without the romance element, Guinevere is highly relatable and aspirational as a heroine for Jester. Add in plenty of nods to Jester's own life (the Opal of the Ocean cameo is a big one, but I found the specific scene of the couple crossing the Wuyun Gorge together, much as Fjord and Jester had pre-campaign, to be an affecting parallel) and even tiny moments that echo ones from Campaign Two (Oskar admitting that what seems to be a trivial amount of gold to her is massive to him, much as Caleb does in the same episode in which Jester first reads the book) and it's easy to see why she becomes so enamored of it.

With all that said, Oskar is indeed similar to Fjord in notable ways, and to Jester herself, and Guinevere meanwhile has a few similaries to Fjord. Oskar is reserved to a fault and hesitant to show deep emotion publicly, which is very much a trait Jester and Fjord share, albeit in different ways. One of his introductory scenes shows him holding back tears, and Fjord's desire to appear strong and useful and Jester's desire to appear happy and pleasant both get in the way of them being emotionally honest and seeking help; overcoming that is a major part of their character arcs. Oskar is also a working class man grieving the recent death of a parent, much as Fjord is; I would imagine the scene where he admits that to Guinevere, warming up to her, is one that Jester was able to project on what Fjord had told her of Vandran. However, Oskar's journey takes him deeper into the empire to seek out his mother's clan, much as Jester is looking for her unknown father after having to flee Nicodranas. Meanwhile, Guinevere has strange magic and something that speaks to her in dreams; one would imagine Jester would see some of Fjord in that as well.

The parallels extend to others in the party, but perhaps most notably Beau. Guinevere's parents are, in many ways, the Lionetts: controlling of their daughter, social climbers who made a deal for wealth and power that always had more strings attached than they wished. The story begins because they are marrying Guinevere off for their own gain, and she is attacked along the road. The endless criticism of Guinevere's parents also calls to mind the ruthless self-criticism present among, to be frank, much of the party.

Tusk Love is on one level a well-executed romantasy, a genre that is formulaic by nature - and I do not say this as an insult, because I think executing a formula well is harder than it looks. On another level, however, it works marvelously as a book that would be popular in the 800s PD Dwendalian Empire; and on top of that, it works as a book that would hold appeal to Jester Lavorre specifically both as she was in episode 2x11, and would continue to appeal to her as she grew and changed over the course of the campaign.

#also in writing this up i did a transcript search and clearly; so did they #i think all the elements i could find in the transcript are INDEED included.#critical role #tusk love #long post #tusk love spoilers

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fromdeathtomorning · 2 days ago

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NAKED IN MANHATTEN

♡ SYNOPSIS. nsfw headcanons for some genshin girls with a f! reader

♡ STARRING. rosaria, shenhe, navia, arlecchino

♡ CONTENT. oral, knife play, bondage, (rosaria) manhandling, temperature and wax play, anal, oral (shenhe), slight degradation, oral (navia) dry humping, dacryphilia, blood, knife play (arlecchino)

♡ A/NOTE. this post is dedicated to all the girlkissers

♡ ROSARIA the tease

♡ Rosaria likes having control in the bedroom, and she's definitely topping. She can be open to switching if you really want to, but she's most comfortable on top.

♡ She's a tease. She'll bind your hands together above your head and blindfold you so you can't tell where she's headed next.

♡ Presses her mouth against your neck and spends ages there with her fingers brushing over your nipples, sucking hickeys into your skin exactly where she knows your clothes will hide. And then she'll let her fingers drift down to your clit, where she'll spell things and have you guess what she's writing.

♡ Not much of an oral person in terms of giving, but she'll sit on your face and let you go to town on her all you want. She's quiet but not silent. Soft gasps that'll have you craving more — except she's the one in control. You have no choice but to let her take from you.

♡ Has a wide collection of toys, and with the blindfold, you never know which one she wants to use on you. She's either pressing a vibrator against your clit, or the tip of one of her strap-ons will rub teasing circles against your opening. If you shift, trying to get more friction, she'll pull away and press her fingers in your mouth, telling you to be a good girl for her.

♡ If you're into it, she definitely wants to spank you. She wants you on your knees, with a vibrator just barely giving you what you need, and she'll slap you hard on the ass before running her hand over your skin — both to soothe you, and to make you aware of the sting of it all.

♡ She loves pressing a vibrator against your tongue. Even she doesn't know why it's such a turn-on for her, but she craves it. She'll let rest in her pussy, get it wet with her juices, and then make you open your mouth like the good girl you are and watch it vibrate against your tongue.

♡ She's definitely into knife-play, if you'll let her. She likes knowing that you trust her (it's why she likes bondage, too!) and while she'll never let her knife cut skin, she will hold it against your neck when she pushes a strap-on into you and fuck you while you're powerless to the sting of cold metal against the hollow of your neck.

♡ She does have a safe-word in place, but she also takes the normal stop and no as signs for her to stop. She's willing to try just about anything you want, but she won't do anything that makes the situation seem like anything other than eager consent for both of you.

♡ SHENHE the stone top

♡ She doesn't like receiving — it has nothing to do with you, and you're by far the person she's ever wanted to touch, but the idea of it just makes her uncomfortable. She might let you try, if you insist, but you'll both discover quickly she doesn't like it.

♡ She does like touching you though. She likes the way you moan, and the way you look at her. In fact, she thinks it's downright addictive. She's a virgin, so you might have to guide her, but she learns quickly.

♡ She goes to town on your cunt. She has insane strength too, and will hold your hips down as she presses her tongue into your opening, as she sucks on your clit. She can hold you up the entire time too, have you pressed against a tree with only her arms holding you up.

♡ If you're into it, she'll use her vision to freeze her tongue and swirl it around your clit. She'll make round ice cubes to press into any hole you'll let her. She'll even make an ice dildo that she can press inside your pussy, and she'll fuck you hard with it.

♡ She loves watching your slick cover her fingers. Honestly, Shenhe has a very high libido and she wants to have your thighs squeezing her face all the time.

♡ She has insane thrust strength. If you introduce her to strap-ons, she won't be able to decide if she likes having your legs around her hips or face more. And she can fuck you hard. She'll hit every right spot. Shenhe won't get tired, either, she'll keep going as long as you want her to.

♡ Insane stamina. Keeps going at it in any way you'll let her. Fingers, tongue, anything. She loves the way you taste — and if your pussy can't handle anymore, she's more happy to press her fingers into your ass if you like that.

♡ Introduce her to wax play, lord. She'll use it to make heart shapes around your nipples before she starts sucking on them.

♡ Loves going until your thighs are shaking, the feel of them shaking against her own skin makes her go crazy and she loves when it's visible too. She'll make sure to message you when you're both done though! Both your legs and your lower back — she doesn't want you too tired.

♡ NAVIA the switch

♡ She's definitely open to switching, but naturally she falls into more of a leading role. She likes making you feel good in any way she can!

♡ She likes the feeling of your legs wrapped around her face as she gets close and personal with your cunt. She moans like crazy, Navia is loud. She'll moan against your clit, and then sends you the filthiest looks when the vibrations drive you crazy.

♡ She will use her vision to make geo constructs she can press inside you... she just likes knowing she made something that's driving you crazy. Not to say she won't use toys, because she will.

♡ Loves pressing her pussy against yours — drives her crazy to rub her clit against yours! Loves going down on you right after, too, knowing she's tasting your slick mixed together with hers. Makes her crazy.

♡ Loves it when you fuck her! She'll buy you strap-ons just for you to use on her, fuck it makes her feel so good. She loves missionary, loves having you on top of her as you push into her. She likes the sting, and usually just wants you to push into her dry. She can take it!

♡ Crazy for how missionary let's her grip your hips tight, helping guide your hips inside her, loves wrapping her arms around your neck so she can shove her tongue inside your mouth. She wants to ride your face too! She goes crazy for the way you look at her, the way your eyes glisten as you desperately suck on her clit.

♡ Likes it when you ride her strap-on. Loves the way your tits bounce. Loves watching it, loves how she can just reach up and flick your nipples. Speaking of, she's definitely obsessed with pressing her tits against yours. Rubs her nipples against yours, with her spit making the glide easy.

♡ Crazy obsessed with being called a slut. Call her your slut, your sex toy, your whore. She'll be anything as long as it means she's yours — and she loves moaning it for you. She's loud and proud, moaning like crazy about how she'll be your personal whore, how much she loves being a good girl for you while she desperately presses a vibrator into you.

♡ ARLECCHINO the dom

♡ Arlecchino's sole purpose in the bedroom is driving you to tears. She's huge on dacryphilia — there is just something so satiating about the glistening of tears she knows she's responsible for. But she also wants to make sure they're good tears. She's huge on consent and makes sure you have safe words and actions, and that you're comfortable using them.

♡ Insane thrust strength. She will get one of those ejaculation strap-ons. Honestly, she has a little bit of a breeding kink. She can visualize it so well. You, round, giving the hearth another addition.

♡ "Wouldn't you like that? Having my baby?"

♡ If you're into it, she would love to use her delusion to leave marks on your skin. She'll heat up her hands, hot on your hips, and give them just enough to make your skin burn. Nothing serious, but there. Impossible to ignore.

♡ Likes dry humping. Specifically, she likes seeing you dry hump against her thigh. She works out a lot, and they are firm. The sight of you, desperately rubbing your clit on her thigh as her hands grab your tits, flicking your nipples, your hands on her shoulders..

♡ Will have you grind on her shoes. She'll press the edge of it against your clit, watching you desperate and frustrated.

♡ Huge fan of fingering. It's her favorite activity, pressed her thumb against your clit as two of her fingers press relentlessly against your sweet spot. Likes it in any position; her above you, fingers curled softly or with your back pressed against her chest so she can reach down between your thighs and have her way with you.

♡ Into knife play, but she will want to pierce skin. Not even necessarily your skin — she'll let you press the knife against her throat until blood bubbles up, and then she'll paint your lips red with her own blood, a sadistic mimic of lipstick.

♡ She loves your marks on her skin. Your nails leaving scratch marks down her back, hickeys from your lip, teeth marks from you biting, cuts from a knife. Anything. She's yours, as much as you are hers, and she lives for watching you claim her as such.

♡ She'll be your personal fuck toy, and you'll be hers.

thank you cafekitsune for the dividers

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #arlecchino #genshin impact arlecchino #genshin impact arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x reader #genshin impact rosaria #genshin impact rosaria x reader #rosaria #rosaria x reader #genshin impact navia #genshin impact navia x reader #navia #navia x reader #genshin impact shenhe #genshin impact shenhe x reader #shenhe #shenhe x reader

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downtroddendeity · 1 day ago

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I have no idea why I'm thinking about this post again, but I am, so even without penicillin, some thoughts about how a modern person could be the past's greatest doctor* with minimal effort:

Sanitation: besides knowing about washing your hands, you know to boil water or filter it through several layers of cloth to make it safer to drink. My previous reblog said how to invent soap, and distilled alcohol is also pretty easy to invent- you heat an alcoholic liquid like wine in a container that's sealed other than a pipe/tube in the lid, which is attached to another container that isn't heated, allowing the steam to condense. The first little bit that comes out will be methanol and some other horrible poisons, but after that you'll get mostly ethanol, because alcohol evaporates much more easily than water.

Cholera and dysentery: what actually kills people with these is dehydration, which means even cholera is very treatable even without antibiotics. The most important thing is making sure the sick person drinks as much clean, boiled water as they can keep down and gets some electrolytes and calories in there too, such as by drinking broth, thin soup, or water some sort of grain has been boiled in.

Scurvy: you know this one. Cooking destroys a lot of Vitamin C, and copper stops it from being absorbed. Besides the kind of fruits and vegetables you might think of, rose hips have a crazy amount of Vitamin C, tea brewed from pine needles is pretty good for it, and while there isn't very much of it in meat, some Arctic expeditions managed to recover from scurvy by eating nearly-raw seal.

Rickets: Vitamin D deficiency, and maybe sometimes calcium. You can literally cure the first one with sunlight.

Goiter: often iodine deficiency. Seaweed and eggs are the foods of choice here.

Malaria: quinine is extracted from the bark of a tree native to Peru, which Europeans were smart enough to immediately bring over to Spain when they found out about it. Enough cloth to make mosquito nets would probably be way too expensive to be practical for normal people in most of the world until the Industrial Revolution, but at least you know.

Smallpox: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM SMALLPOX, SMALLPOX IS TERRIFYING, IF YOU WANTED TO MAKE A DISEASE TO KILL AS MANY HUMANS ON THE PLANET AS POSSIBLE IT WOULD BASICALLY JUST BE SMALLPOX. It's insanely contagious and frequently fatal, and you probably aren't vaccinated. However, you can become inoculated, and developing a true smallpox vaccine is way easier than discovering penicillin. People in China were practicing variolation for centuries before it became a thing in Europe- it consists of taking a scab from someone with smallpox, keeping it in a bottle for a week or two to make sure most of the virus is dead, and then having someone inhale the dust or using a needle to prick their arm and get a little of it into the wound. This generally gives them a mild case, which still isn't a good time, but will make them resistant to getting the real thing afterward. Vaccination is the same procedure, but using the much less deadly relative cowpox, which is why the word "vaccine" is from the Latin vacca, "cow." The vaccine that was in use when smallpox was declared extinct in the wild was developed by deliberately passing cowpox between test animals to get it to mutate and selecting for the mildest strains.

Syphilis: the only good treatment for syphilis is antibiotics. However, syphilis is such a bastard that there are a couple of bad treatments that are, somehow, not the worst thing you can do. Insanely enough, this is the one time that mercury actually sometimes helps- like with chemotherapy for cancer today, if you catch it early and poison the bejeezus out of it, sometimes the disease will die before the person does (it's useless once the syphilis goes systemic, though). The other most effective treatment for syphilis before the discovery of penicillin was- I shit you not- giving the person malaria by injecting them with blood from a sick person. Malaria causes extremely high fevers, which kill off a lot of the syphilis bacteria. The drawbacks to this one are, uh, pretty self-evident.

As a bonus, since you probably know how a lot of these diseases are spread, you know when it's worth bothering with the full plague doctor getup! No need to bother when it's cholera or syphilis! But don't skip the mask if there's actual plague though, it's not just the fleas, plague can spread through the air and it can literally kill you in under 24 hours, don't fuck around with the plague-

*Besides time period, how much you would have it made as Superdoctor would also depend heavily on where you land. The Islamic world and China, for instance, were both working off fundamentally incorrect models of health and disease but were still generally a lot more competent than European medicine until the last century or two, while there are Inca skulls with marks from healed brain surgeries from 400 years before European doctors started to consider whether they should maybe consider washing their hands before sticking them in open wounds.

I can understand how "modern person thrown into the past gets by pretending to be a healer/doctor" is as surprisingly common of a trope as it is. I mean I'm fluent enough at bullshitting to be pretty sure I could pull it off to impersonate a doctor in any time pre-1800s. If I have no idea what something is or how to treat it, I could just get the opinion of the other whatever-passes-as-medical-professionals around, but if their suggestions sound like bullshit I'm not doing it. And I'll beat the shit out of anyone suggesting bloodletting or mercury. With my healing stick. I've tied little bells on it, that jingle comically with every smack.

The awesome curative powers of my healing stick come from two separate sources: Placebo, and me using it to beat anyone trying to give my patients mercury.

#long post #history #SCIENCE!#biology #chemistry #medicine #i do not have the SLIGHTEST idea why this subject has been lodged in my brain but i am posting it to get it out of there

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pohtaytoh · 10 hours ago

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Cornelia Street

⋆·˚ ༘ * Sophia Laforteza x g!nReader

Sophia, now the famous leader of the pop group KATSEYE, once shared an unexpected love story with you. You, a quiet high schooler, never imagined someone like the popular and brilliant Sophia would notice you, let alone fall in love with you. Your romance blossomed after a chance meeting on Cornelia Street in New York. Now, the street remains as a painful reminder of the love you lost, a place you try to avoid, filled with the bittersweet echoes of a past you can't quite escape.

Sophia Laforteza.

Leader of the global pop group KATSEYE.

She has the voice, the beauty, and the brains. It was either people wanting to be her or be with her. However, before the world discovered her—prior to becoming KATSEYE Sophia—she was your Sophia. Your Fifi. Your Sophie.

Your love story was something you did not expect. She was way out of your league. During your highschool years, you remember that she was a straight A student while you were just…you. Teachers would praise her intelligence. She was the president of the class, always sitting at the front, the one representing your school during competitions, the student council president, and the popular girl. She had boys giving her boxes of chocolates and flower bouquets but to their luck, she was dating the basketball captain, his name you couldn’t even bother knowing and remembering.

You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. You were always sitting at the back of the classroom, keeping to yourself, in your own little world. Sometimes participating in the discussions but most of the time, just listening to the teachers yap about their life. Others wouldn’t even bat an eye on you. Other teachers would just shake their heads at you. Your life was not anything like hers. She has the money while you don’t. You were basically a ghost to others, sometimes wishing someone could see you but you realized, maybe, it’s best that way.

So imagine your surprise when THE Sophia Laforteza is calling out your name whilst you were walking along Cornelia Street in New York.

“Y/N? Y/N!”

You recognized that voice, so you turned around, confused. There, lo and behold, was Sophia Laforteza, waving at you with a smile on her face. She looked pretty much the same as five years ago, but this time, prettier, and she had that different kind of glow on her. A kind of glow that makes her ten times more attractive in your eyes.

“Uh, me?” you mouthed to her, pointing at yourself, confused. How did she know you? You tried to recall moments where you both interacted but there were none to remember. You were nobody back then, how can a woman as popular as Sophia remember a person like you?

She then nodded. You stood there confused, not knowing what to do. Sensing this, Sophia walked up to you like it was a normal thing to do. It was like she knew you all along.

“Hi! I haven’t seen you in a while! I can’t believe this is where I would find you. You kind of disappeared after our graduation.”

You raised your right hand, becoming more confused over her actions. This seems like a prank.

“Hold up, pause. What…Why….How…” you tried to form the right words but it came out incoherent. Everything was confusing and overwhelming all at once.

“Who…where?” Sophia attempts to joke at you but seeing that you’re serious, she scratched her nape awkwardly while clearing her throat. “Not funny, huh? I forgot we never really interacted back when we were highschool students.”

“Exactly. I’m so sorry if I’m such a mess, like you said, we never really talked to each other. I was nobody back then so I really didn’t think someone like you would notice a person like me.”

You explain to her, playing with your hands, not knowing what to do but settling in crossing them instead.

“A nobody? Why would you say something like that? Don’t talk to yourself like that.” You couldn’t help but smile a little as she frowns at what you said. This is why Sophia was popular, she wasn’t like those typical mean popular girls. She was the complete opposite. She was sweet and considerate.

Shrugging, you told her “Well, I was practically like one. I’m surprised you know me.”

“Right.” The latter says, dragging the letter I, and then clears her throat. You noticed she seemed nervous, which confused you even more. Why was she nervous around you? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

“Anyway, what brings you around here?” You asked her, trying to start a conversation. You were no longer the shy and awkward person that you were five years ago, you do have your moments but you completely changed. You are no longer scared of initiating a conversation. Working as a call center agent before definitely had its perks.

She seemed surprised at your question but immediately relaxed. You knew why. It wasn’t like you to initiate or even talk to someone longer for five minutes. “I’m on vacation and decided to pay this side of New York a visit. In a couple of months I’ll be busy training because I auditioned for this company so I thought why not travel for a bit? What about you? What brings you here?”

“I work here. As soon as I graduated, I packed all my stuff and—”

“I'm really sorry for interrupting but uh…can we continue this at a nearby cafe? It looks like it's about to rain,” as soon as you heard this, you looked up, and surely, dark clouds were starting to form.

“You're trying to ask me out, aren't you?” you joked, hoping she doesn't take it the wrong way.

“Uh…w—well, maybe? I want to talk to you more but uh sure, that too.” Sophia was a stuttering mess which you found adorable.

You chuckled, “Sure. Lead the way, Miss Laforteza.”

You two walked together towards the nearby cafe, side by side, with her yapping about whatever she's busying herself with at the moment. You used to not like people who talk too much but you found yourself listening to every word that she said.

Later on you discovered everything. You discovered that Sophia knew who you were even before graduating as high school students. She told you how she noticed you at the back, how intrigued she got when she discovered your name, and how she wanted to befriend you but was never really given the chance.

You couldn't blame her, you tend to stir away from any school events that would cause a huge crowd (basically every event that the school held or celebrated).

You also discovered that the basketball captain she used to date ditched her for another woman four years ago.

You discovered a lot of things you didn't know about her and she learned everything about you too.

That's when it all began. Cornelia Street was the reason why your love story bloomed.

Sophia asked for your phone number after that little date that you had at the cafe, you quickly became close through texting each other, you often hung out—her asking you out on dates—one date after another until she finally asked you to be hers.

It was surreal. It took a while to sink in that you're dating Sophia Laforteza. The first few months were blissful, the Filipina really showered you with her love, she was the epitome of the five love languages. In the span of those months you also met her family and you were glad that they were accepting of the relationship that you had with Sophia.

Until the day she had to fly out to Los Angeles to fulfill her training, aiming to claim a spot on a 6-member global girl group that companies Hybe and Geffen were going to create. Sophia had told you and made you promise not to tell anyone.

It's not like you have someone to share this information, anyway.

You went with her to the airport and it was one of the most heartbreaking memories for you. You both stood there, arms wrapped around each other tightly—like you didn't want to let go—crying and telling each other how you're going to miss one another.

You wanted to tell her to stay but you didn't want to be selfish. Sophia was following her dreams and you didn't want to hold her back. When her flight was called, she kissed you goodbye, telling you to take care of yourself before she turned around and walked towards the gate without turning back.

You noticed how each step that she took was hesitant, as if she wanted to turn back around and ditch the training, but you couldn't let her do that so you yelled despite being surrounded by a lot of people: “Best of luck, my future popstar! Claim that spot!”

The following months were torture, you were longing for Sophia’s touch. You barely talk. You were busy with work while she was busy following her dreams. Whenever she is given the chance, she talks to you on facetime, most of the time looking a bit tired and surviving on a two-hour sleep. Most of the calls that you do were also spent with her sleeping because you wanted her to at least take a minute to nap more.

You spent the days that you couldn't get a hold of her walking along the bustling Cornelia street, reminiscing about everything that you both did together. The lack of communication was taking a toll on you and you didn't know if it was doing the same to her.

However, you hold on. You didn't let it get to you because you knew your love for each other’s stronger than that. It was a challenge in your relationship, a minor bump on the road.

‘Till it wasn't.

After all the hard work the girls did during their training, the company allowed them to have a month's vacation before the big announcement was made. To say you were excited for your girlfriend to come home was an understatement.

You were at the airport alone, practically buzzing with anticipation, standing on your tippy toes as you looked for your girlfriend to come out. Sophia’s family was in the Philippines and they couldn’t immediately fly back because both her parents’ schedules were packed.

There were too many people today but you knew you’d recognize your girlfriend even from afar.

There she was, looking a bit tired while rolling her suitcase. She didn’t see you at first, that’s why you were the first to approach her.

“Fifi!” You wrapped your arms around her in a hug. She reciprocated the gesture but you felt it was forced with the way her arms wrapped around you loosely. Maybe you were just overthinking things. Maybe she was too tired for a hug.

The first few days were a blur of you trying to make up for lost time. You wanted to take her everywhere, show her everything you’d missed, but she was always so tired. You brushed it off at first, of course she was exhausted from training and the flight. You kept telling yourself that.

“Hey, want to grab some dinner at that new Italian place down the street?” you asked one evening, hopeful.

She mumbled something from the couch, not even looking up from her phone. “Hmm? Oh, no, I’m good. Just gonna order in tonight, too tired to go out.”

You tried again the next day. “Fifi, let’s go for a walk? The weather’s perfect, we could even walk along Cornelia Street, just like we used to.” You remembered the way her hand used to fit so perfectly in yours, the shared smiles as you pointed out every little detail.

“No, I can’t,” she said, her voice flat. “Got some stuff to do. Maybe tomorrow.”

Tomorrow never came. Or the day after that. For three weeks, it was the same. Every suggestion you made was met with a polite refusal. You missed her laugh, the easy banter, the way she used to just be with you. You even tried to get her to play games with you, anything to just spend time together.

“Want to play that new game I downloaded? It’s pretty fun, I think you’d like it.”

She shook her head, still engrossed in her phone. “Nah, I don’t know how to play those types of games. You go ahead.”

But you’d see her, across the room, illuminated by the glow of her screen, a soft smile gracing her lips, a smile that never seemed to be for you anymore. It was always there when she was on her phone, typing furiously, occasionally giggling to herself. You didn’t ask who she was talking to. You didn't want to know. The silence between you grew, thick and suffocating, much louder than any conversation you used to have. Every refusal, every distant glance, every time you saw that smile on her face that usually was meant for you, chipped away at the hope you desperately clung to.

You didn’t give up. You couldn't. Not yet. You still tried. Every morning, you’d ask about her day, suggest a movie, or a coffee. Every time, the same half-hearted excuses. "Too busy." "Too tired." Her eyes, once so bright and focused on you, now seemed to drift, always pulled back to that glowing screen in her hand.

One afternoon, you found her on the couch, laughing into her phone, a genuine, joyful sound you hadn't heard directed at you in weeks. You took a deep breath, mustering what little courage you had left.

“Fifi, how about we actually go out tonight? Just us. Dinner? Anything?”

She pulled the phone away from her ear, her smile immediately fading, replaced by a strained look. Her eyes narrowed just a fraction. “Can you please just let it go for once? I said I’m busy. I’m tired of you constantly asking!”

You froze. The words hung in the air, sharp and unexpected. You felt your face flush, your heart sinking. You didn’t say anything, just sat there on the opposite end of the couch, shrinking into yourself, the silence now deafening.

After a long, painful moment, you managed to find your voice, quiet, almost a whisper. “Who are you always talking to? Is it… is it someone new? Did you find someone else during your training?”

She sighed, a frustrated, drawn-out sound, and finally put her phone down. “No! God, no. It’s just Marquise. She’s a trainee from Dream Academy too. We’re just friends, that’s it.” She looked at you, a flicker of something in her eyes you couldn't quite decipher. “Marquise has a boyfriend, and they’re really in love. There’s nothing like that going on.”

The relief was a brief, faint flicker against the dull ache in your chest but it didn't answer the core of it. Your voice was barely audible when you finally asked, the fear, a cold knot in your stomach, “Then why don’t you want to hang out with me anymore? Do you… do you still love me the same?”

The question hung there, suspended in the air between you like a fragile bubble, ready to pop. You watched her face, searching for any sign, any flicker of the girl you knew, the one who would have crushed you in a hug and sworn her undying love. But her expression remained unreadable, a blank canvas where your hopes slowly bled out.

She didn't answer immediately. Her gaze drifted past you, out the window, as if something more interesting was happening outside. The silence stretched, becoming unbearable, each second feeling like an hour. You could hear the muffled sounds of the city outside, the distant hum of traffic, but in your living room, there was only the sound of your own frantic heartbeat.

Finally, she pulled her eyes back to you.

Her voice, when it came, was flat, devoid of any warmth. “Of course I still love you.” It was a programmed response, lacking any conviction, when she told you that, you didn’t want to believe her. All her actions were anything but. “It’s just… a lot has changed. We’re both so busy. It’s hard.”

It’s hard. That was it. No explanation, no reassurance, just that hollow statement. You wanted to scream, to shake her, to demand the truth, but you couldn’t. The energy had drained out of you, leaving you empty. You just sat there, watching her, the person you loved more than anything, slipping away right in front of you, and yet, there was still this sliver of hope.

You were still holding on by a thread, barely, hoping that something, anything, would eventually change. But it was like you were hoping for nothing. Your relationship with Sophia was already falling apart, but it was getting worse. You were now constantly fighting. Each passing day, your fights got worse and worse, draining the life out of you.

You remembered the early days, when just a glance from her could light up your whole world. Now, her eyes held a distant look, like she was seeing right through you. It wasn't just the big arguments that hurt; it was the quiet moments, too. The way she'd scroll on her phone while you tried to talk, the quick goodbyes that replaced lingering hugs, the jokes that no longer made her laugh. It was a slow, painful fading, like a photograph left too long in the sun.

You'd tried everything. You'd cooked her favorite meals, planned surprises, offered to just listen. You’d swallowed your pride countless times, apologizing for things you weren't even sure you'd done wrong, just to stop the fighting, just to bring back a flicker of that old warmth. But every effort felt like pushing against a heavy, locked door. Each attempt to connect felt like it drove her further away.

The dreams you once shared, the future you’d painted together in vivid colors, now looked dull and faded, like old forgotten memories. You still saw her, physically, but the Sophia you loved, the one who understood you without words, the one who was your home, felt like a stranger. It was like living with a ghost, a constant reminder of what you had lost, even though she was right there. The loneliness in her presence was worse than being alone.

You felt a deep ache in your chest, a constant dull pain that never went away. It was the pain of a heart slowly breaking, not with one big crack, but with a thousand tiny fractures, day by agonizing day. You were tired, so tired of fighting, tired of hoping against all odds, tired of feeling this constant emptiness.

Until you had enough.

Something inside you snapped. You were tired so you did what you thought was the best thing to do, you confronted her. “Sophia, we need to talk.”

The words hung heavy in the air, like a thick, choking blanket made of bad feelings and pain no one talked about. You stood across from Sophia, but it felt like a huge hole stretched between you, wider than any room. Her face was a mask you didn't know anymore, and your own heart pounded fast and hard in your chest, a desperate drumbeat of sadness.

"What do you want from me?" she finally snapped, her voice sharp, cutting through the heavy quiet. It was always like this now – a constant fight, every word a fresh cut.

You felt a shiver go through you, a cold fear spreading deep in your bones. "What do I want?" Your voice cracked, just a whisper. "You. I want you. I want us, Sophia. I wanted what we had. What we had was real, at least that's what I think. Don't you remember? The way we used to talk for hours and hours, about everything and nothing? The way we planned our whole lives together, every tiny detail, every dream we shared?"

She scoffed, a quick, rude sound that twisted something painful inside you. "Don't be so dramatic. Things change. People change. You can't expect everything to stay exactly the same forever."

"Yes, they do," you shot back, the little bit of control you had slipping away.

"And I was willing to change with you. I was willing to do anything. You were the only thing that ever made me want to stay soft in a world that kept handing me reasons to harden. Every time life hit me hard, every time I thought about closing myself off and becoming cold, there was you. You were the only reason why I let my guard down, why I dared to feel things deeply. You were the reason why I kept holding on. You were the reason why this sliver of hope exists, why I didn't want to give up on this, on us. On everything we promised each other."

Sophia looked away, her eyes moving past you, out the window, just like she always did when things got too raw, too real. It was her usual way of escaping, like a brick wall she had built around herself, a clear sign that she was pulling away again.

The silence stretched, becoming so heavy it hurt, each second feeling like a torturous hour. You could hear the city's distant hum, the faint sounds of life continuing outside, but in this room, your whole world was falling apart. The quiet roar in your ears was louder than any traffic, the sound of your own heart breaking into tiny pieces.

"And what about now, Sophia?" you pushed, your voice getting louder, raw with pain. You felt tears stinging your eyes, burning them, but you wouldn't let them fall, not yet. You refused to break completely.

"Now? Now you're just giving me a reason why it's better to let us go than to hold on. Every day, it feels like you're pushing me away more and more. The more I'm holding on to the possibility of us being together for a long time, the more it's hurting me. It's like I'm ripping off a bandage every single day, just to feel the wound again, to watch it bleed all over, never getting a chance to heal."

She finally pulled her eyes back to you, but there was no warmth, no sign of understanding in their depths. Her eyes were blank, empty, unfeeling, like stones. "I don't know what you want me to say. I'm trying. It's just... hard." Her voice was still flat, emotionless, as if she were reading from a script, words without any meaning behind them.

"Hard?" A bitter, empty laugh escaped you, hollow and painful.

"That's always your answer, isn't it? 'It's hard.' Do you have any idea what hard truly means at this moment? Do you know how hard it is to stand here, loving you, while you look at me like I'm a stranger?" You took a shaky step closer, your voice dropping to a desperate plea, begging her to see, to feel, to understand just a tiny bit of your pain.

"I prayed that one day things will change. I always pray silently, to God, to Allah, whoever is listening to me, that you don't break this piece of me that's staying. The piece that still remembers every good thing about us, the piece that still loves you with everything it has, even when you make it so difficult." You could feel that last tiny part of yourself shrinking, begging for mercy.

A tear finally escaped your eye, tracing a hot, burning path down your cheek, followed by another, and another. They just kept coming now, a flood you couldn't stop.

"Do you even know what it feels like, Sophia? To love someone so much it aches, a constant, sharp pain, and to feel them slipping away, piece by agonizing piece? To feel like you're losing your footing, your ground, everything you built your entire life on? Like the very earth beneath you is crumbling?" You swallowed hard, forcing the words past the lump in your throat, feeling your voice grow weaker, ragged with raw emotion.

"I know you loved me, but not the way you used to, not the way I love you. Not with the same fire, the same deep connection. You never loved me enough to learn the language of my heart, that it was longing for you, that it was breaking every damn time you say no. Every time you chose something else over me, every time you pulled away. But every time you hurt, I was there. Even with a bleeding heart, a heart that was already shattered, I checked on yours. I put your feelings above mine, time and time again, believing that if I just loved you enough, if I just kept giving, you’d come back to me. You’d remember us. You’d remember what we were."

The air crackled with the heavy weight of your words, and Sophia's face remained blank, unmoving, like a cold stone. It was a blank canvas that offered no comfort, no understanding, no sign that she even heard you. It was like speaking to a wall, a beautiful, familiar wall that had suddenly become impossible to get through. The energy had drained out of you completely, leaving you hollowed out, empty, like a shell washed up on the shore.

You just stood there, watching her, the person you loved more than anything, slipping away right in front of you. And yet, that tiny, cursed sliver of hope still stubbornly clung on, a tiny, annoying spark in the overwhelming darkness. It was a torture you couldn't escape, a cruel joke your heart kept playing on you.

"I just... I can't do this anymore," you whispered, the admission tearing through you, a raw, ragged sound. It was a surrender, a painful giving up, the final breath of a dream that refused to die but was suffocating nonetheless.

"I hate giving up on people but I also hate forcing things.”

“And I’m forcing us, Sophia. I’m forcing us to exist in a space where only one of us wants to fight for it. I can’t be the only one pulling, dragging this relationship forward. It's too heavy. It's crushing me."

The silence that followed was different this time – not stretched and unbearable, but heavy with finality, like the last breath before a big storm finally clears and leaves nothing but stillness. The fight was truly over. And in its wake, only an aching emptiness remained, a silence that echoed with all the unspoken words, the shattered promises, and the ghost of a love that was now truly gone.

You remember how painful it was to walk away, to leave her all alone in that apartment, a space that suddenly felt colder than any winter. Your hand was shaking on the doorknob, hesitating, waiting. You were begging silently, with every beat of your broken heart, for her to tell you to stay. For her to say she'd fight, she'd change, she'd remember. Instead, you were met with the words you never wished to hear, words that cut deeper than any knife— "Let's break up, then."

Sophia, the person you thought was your forever, your anchor in a confusing world, just delivered the final, crushing blow. And just like that, with the bang of the door as you closed it behind you, both of you got your answer. It was over. The sound echoed in the empty stairwell, a lonely, final note in your shattered love song.

Everything that happened between you ended a month ago. Sophia ranked first among all the trainees, earning her spot as the leader of the global pop group KATSEYE. You had supported her all throughout, silently, from a distance, becoming her most secret fan. You watched her grow into the powerful, shining star she is now, gracing magazines and screens, her voice reaching millions. It was like your breakup never happened to her, she looked happier now, brighter, more alive than she had been in years. The only difference was that she was no longer yours.

Now, sometimes, when you walk through the city, you try to avoid certain streets. You go the long way around, take different turns, just to keep away from it but no matter what you do, you can't escape Cornelia Street. It's not just a street anymore; it's a living, breathing memory. Every brick, every lamppost, every cafe window screams her name. Sophia. Fifi. Sophie. The echo of her laughter, the warmth of her hand in yours, the way she used to lean into you when she was talking too fast and too excitedly. It's all there, waiting for you on Cornelia Street.

You remember that day you first met her again, the surprise, the hope that bloomed like a wild, unexpected flower. You remember all the dreams you built on that street, the whispered promises, the feeling of finding your home in another person. But now, Cornelia Street is a monument to what was lost. A painful reminder of a love that was once so vibrant, so real, now reduced to dust.

You can't walk Cornelia Street anymore. Not without feeling the ghost of her hand in yours, not without hearing her voice in the wind, not without seeing the shadow of a future that will never be. The city, once a canvas for your shared dreams, now just screams her name, a cruel reminder of the girl who walked into your life and then, just as suddenly, walked away, leaving you with nothing but a street full of memories and a heart that still aches for what used to be.

a/n: I tried to make this one as painful as I can. This was one was a bit personal because it was one of the reasons why me and my ex broke up. I am fine now, obviously but yeah, it still hurts alitol. Soooo, how was it? Please let me know!

#sophia laforteza x reader #sophia laforteza #katseye #katseye sophia #katseye sophia x reader #sophia #sophia x reader #laforteza #laforteza x reader #Cornelia Street #Spotify

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yokumirumerafan · 3 days ago

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Can you do one where Y/N asks the Kny characters if they would be able to train with Y/N and after they’ve trained Y/N offers them some food and gives them a hug as a thank you

Hayyy! I'm back after a thousand years (I hope people didn't forget that I exist) And YES THAT'S SO CUTESIE (I also recently discovered I have a thing for Kyojiro😭😭😭)

Hashira

🧡Rengoku: Definitely the one to agree to train with you although it doesn't matter how he relates to you he will not go easy on you and mostly that's because he wants you to be strong enough to protect yourself on your own. After the training will thank you for the food and definitely accept the hug tho he's pretty strong so he might squeeze you too much lol 😆

🩵Giyuu: Oh I dunno what you gotta do to convince him to train with you but if you do he will be casual about it abd won't really react to the hug (might even pull away like "go mind your own business").

🤍Sanemi: Ahahhaa funny of you to thing you'll be able to even talk to him after your training (he's not the type to ever loose so if he loses to you he will be absolutely CRASHING OUT) if you do loose against him and bring his favourite food he might accept it, but with the hug I'm not sure cuz he either will be too stunned to react or will push you away.

💜Shinobu: Will gladly accept to train with you, and will hug you back. (Dry ik but I just kinda dislike her idk why)

��Obanai: Ohhh- he'll act like he's annoyed just like he acted with Tanjiro, but secretly will try to teach you new things and improve your weak spots (even if it's by yelling at you), will blush if you give him a hug and will accept the food but won't eat it because he's insecure about his mouth (duh).

🩷Mitsuri: Awww she'll be so happy to train with you and then I feel like she's the one to take you out on a dinner after, if you hug her she'll squeal and hug you back very tightly)

💙Muichiro: Blank stare. And he won't even remember what you asked. If you somehow will get him to train with you he won't react to your hug after and will probably forget that he has food in his hands and will drop it😭

🩶Gyomei: Will be acting like he was with Tanjiro, meaning giving you an INBREARABLE EXERCICE 😭 But then will hug you back and accept the food (might cry from being too sentimental).

Kamaboko Squad

❤️Tanjiro: Oh he'll be MORE than happy to train with you and will thank you for the food (will hug you back but will BLUSH SO HARD)😭

💛Zenitsu: SIMPPPPP. If you hug him he will FAINT going "yn-CHAAAAN MARRY MEEEE".

💚Inosuke: He will train with you but will be SO weirded kut by the food like "why would you do it" and will NOT get the concept of hugs will literally try to fight thinking you attacked him again...

🤎Genya: If you're female he will faint😭 And then if you hug him after? HIS FACE WILL BE REDDER THAN A TOMATO 🍅😭(same thing if you give him food).

NO AIIIIII IM PROUD OF MYSELF😭♥️

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easyboyrecliner · 10 hours ago

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GRAVITY FALLS DR. it’s a full moon outside, the weirdos are out.

edit: this is a introduction on me in my dr , like a more detailed one

ACT I. THE RANCHERS DAUGHTER

JOLYNE MORGAN, is the only daughter of arthur morgan and his now ex-wife, mary morgan (née linton). proud dog, cat, geese and duck owner and the queen of existential dread. She is the living embodiment of the word awkwardness. (but more on that later)

it was clear from a young age that jolyne was going to be: one, a talented actress. she displayed great skills since kindergarten, where plays around christmas was a tradition. jolyne made many parents cry with her portrayal of mary (though it has to be noted that jolyne always knew that she was hellenic polyethic. greek mythology just spoke to her in a way that no other religion could’ve). or secondly: jolyne would maybe die (not literally speaking) of social anxiety around the age of twenty one. she hates talking to strangers and standing in front of her class presenting. yet she may choose acting as her future career path? or she will become a rancher. or a second anna wintour. depends on her mood really-

jolyne loved animals, from a young age. she had many pets. when uncle dutch and hosea had gifted her bunnies, she was the happiest five year old on earth. those two bunnies, snape and hermione, passed a year later due to a storm. they had a heartattack due to the intensity of the storm. so dutch opted for…geese and ducks. jolyne was happy again. around that time she began to name them after gods. culture didn’t matter, her first few ducks were named after japanese and chinese gods.

she was…a very shy child. when jack marston was born, two years after her, and their parents made them interact jolyne mostly hid behind mary’s leg. the adults laughed, mostly because it was cute. and eventually jolyne and jack became friends, it just took a long while. they shared one same interest…loving comically bad movies. and they bonded over their love for blade (the movie that saved marvel and convinced jolyne that children of aphrodite were real). but well jack could never replace her beloved ashley & crouton. whose parents worked on the ranch and pretty much were a big part in jolyne’s upbringing.

as for her part on the ranch…she mostly tended the animals. too young to do any harsh work and she hated the trucks. jolyne loved the ranch. it was big, a beautiful mountain laid behind the house. a forrest was nearby, where a lake with water as clear as the sky hid. mary would often scold her for sneaking out there with jack and eventually her friends from school.

II. SAINT CAELISTIS

saint caelistis is an elite boarding school for rich kids and nepobabies in montana. jolyne of course attended that school and discovered many things about herself.

firstly; that she absolutely hated math. her brain wasn’t build for it. her brain was build for english, history, philosophy and art. languages! afterall she was in the german, italian & french course! where she discovered that grammar isn’t her strong suit. but nonetheless she remained top in her class (behind jessica and dehavir).

secondly; that’d she’d kill for her friends. not literally though. her friends mostly consist of her class (they were stuck with the same people from grade 5 to 12th, sounds like hell but yk…) and her class was crazy. their class teacher (yk the one who organizes everything) was herr müller. his patience did run thin occasionally, but he loves them. jolyne has many friends, including @miainbetween & @briiverse. (a proper introduction of said friendgroup will follow. the crazy things they did will maybe be discussed)

and jolyne discovered her hatred for rich kids who are stuck up in their own ego and wealth of their parents. she has a lot of beef with certain students who she swore to never think of again.

but hey at least she went to school in the 2000s. the memories were great, as were the clothes and the general vibe.

III. WHO IS JOLYNE?

what defies her? she is the daughter of legendary arthur morgan. she is the daughter who forgets to wear her glasses and runs around slightly blind. actress who stared in the hades game: she voiced dusa. the head maid, floating gorgon head. deeply honored, she surprisingly didn’t manage to flunk it. well dusa’s nervous nature was based off of that of jolyne….

but well, jolyne is best described as shy and awkward. she laughs or giggles at the worst moments known to man and blushes. pretends it never happened and looks suspiciously interested in the nearest object. her brows scrunched together when she is in deep thought. she is best described as sweet, shy, and sympathetic. she is known to be kindhearted, an example being when she assists stan or her dad with carrying stuff.

jolyne loves with all of her heart. she gets hurt easily, acts tuff but if you truly know her you can tell she is sad. just the mere thought of her animals dying gets her crying in no time. and if she loves someone (platonically or romantically) there will be signs, she is all out for gifts and words of affirmation. since she loves her friends so much she is often seen “flirting” with ashley, briana, maria & sebastian. it’s mostly meant as a joke, but oh boy do people take it seriously some time…

she is also a great company and likes to share gossip in her free time. jolyne knows the hottest gossip, mostly because people suspect her to not care? or just because she looks so “innocent?”. but she is never able to express her feelings due to her mildly-strong social anxiety. jolyne is not good at hiding things and can speak without filters. she can’t lie with a straight face and gets defensive really quickly.

her hobbies consists of dancing, acting, drawing, baking & fencing. she also tends the animals at the farm. ghost hunting is also a hobby that counts? she befriends the ghosts…? jolyne is pretty skilled with guns, a trait she inherited from her father. she hates singing, but can sing. just occasionally when the time is right (aka a musical night!). surprisingly hates studying & sometimes she might come across as antisocial when she prefers to work alone on projects. though it’s only because she knows her friends will distract her. but jolyne can overwork her to appease others.

theres too many things that she likes & hates. it is really too much. but know that she loves the princess bride, dirty dancing & moulin rouge. her favorite movies ever. music taste? classical music, she loves waltzes, the Bloodborne soundtrack & type o negative if she watched constantine again. her humor is…something. it’s deadpan, sarcastic & very on the nose.

her kins:

ash from the mr. fantastic fox movie.

tsukimi kurashita from princess jellyfish.

luna lovegood.

silvermist

and

dusa from hades.

playlist (made by ashley & sylvester) :

summerboy ; lady gaga

hello hello ; elton john & lady gaga

sugar, sugar ; the archies

cinnamon girl ; type o negative

let’s go to bed ; the cure

secret ; the pierces

holding out for a hero ; frou frou

taglist: @katmikaelsendevotee , @salemisha , @snoopysites , @sozhuo , @bridalribbon , @realitycanbewhateveridesire , @ladigube , @rumitome , @s1ckatheart

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Logically, he should have known the tea wouldn't be thrown out. It only made sense that Father and the others would want to know what exactly he was allergic to, and, as much as he wanted to bury it and act as though nothing ever happened, he, too, wanted to know. But that didn't mean he wanted to be anywhere near his newly discovered weakness.

"This is your room." Nightwing opened a door and ushered Damian inside. "Jaime and Gar are in the living room, and Cassie's coming by later." He placed Damians bag on the bed. "Pizza in the kitchen for whenever you get hungry."

Damian was left alone. He hung up his two spare suits and the "civilian wear" he was forced to bring as well. It seemed Alfred knew well enough to pack a standard black turtleneck and sensible slacks rather than a Hawaiian shirt like the one Dick was wearing. He then exited his accommodations in order to gain first-hand intel on the people he would be forced to spend the next three weeks with. But there stood Grayson, waiting for him. "I don't need a keeper, Richard." Damian spat.

"No, but there are things you should know before you meet your new friends."

"I don't need friends either."

"Well, then, aren't you lucky to get some anyway?"

Dick straightened his posture and handed Damian a tablet. The screen had icons on it, presumably representing each Titan. Damian recognized some of the symbols. His own, naturally, and Nightwings. Off colored Wonder Woman and Flash symbols. But the rest were new to him. A green paw print, an orange T, a blue bug, a yellow star on a blue background, a bee, and a bugle. At the bottom of the screen were smaller icons, but those just had faces on them.

"Let's start with Blue Beetle and Beast Boy since they're here." Dick pointed at two icons side by side and pressed one of them. "Jaime Reyes is 16 years old, lives in the tower, and has a parasitic alien attached to him. He's still learning how to control it, so try not to needlessly egg him on." Dick exited Blue Beetles' profile and clicked on Beast Boys'. "Garfield Logan, 13 years old, for now, thinks he lives here part-time but actually lives here full time. He can turn into any animal but-"

"Why does he think he lives here part-time?" Damian interrupted.

"It's, it's all explained in his file, but to put it briefly, every now and then, he gets aged back down, usually to 13. The oldest he's ever made it was to his 21st birthday."

"How old is he really?"

"So far, we've found record of him in the 60s, but we're pretty sure he's older."

"What causes this?"

"We're not entirely sure, but we think it has something to do with a raven he keeps mentioning. It's the only thing he talks about that we can't verify. Good news is, it doesn't seem to affect his muscle memory or informational memory. So you don't have to worry about him being a liability or anything." Dick grinned and nudged Damian. "Did I mention he's your age? Eh?"

"For now."

Dick brushed that off and clicked on the next icon. The off-color wonder woman symbol. "Cassie Sandsmark, 16, part-time Titan. She's an Amazon, and she's going to be here later."

"You already said that. Does the memory wipe erase his memory, or does it work more like alzhimers?"

"He does occasionally seem to know things from previous runs, but for the most part, he just resets." Dick clicked on another icon and tried to change the subject. "Tara Markov, 14, full time Titan. She can manipulate earth but does best with rocks specifically."

"Is the raven a bird, or the name of a person?" Damian wasn't about to be distracted by other matters when something so interesting was right in front of him.

"Alright, how about I just introduce you to the boys, and you can ask all the questions you want. Just don't try to correct his reality. It's better for everyone when we let him believe whatever he needs to."

Treat him like a mental patient. Got it. Damian put the tablet on a table in his room and followed Dick to the common area.

It was as unprofessional as he expected. The kitchen was connected and completely exposed to the living room. There was a giant television that directly opposed the entrance, with a long cresent shaped couch in front of it. Anyone who sat there would have their back to potential intruders. Not that there was any better place to put it since all the walls were windows, so they were exposed no matter what. Opposite the kitchen was a game of some sort. Two boys, presumambly Jamie and Gar, were playing it. Grayson hadn't mentioned that one of them was green. What could be the point in bringing civilian wear if they're going to stand out anyway? One of the two boys, the taller one, turned to greet them but quickly went back to their game when the other scored on him.

Nightwing just chuckled at their insubordination and approached. "Jamie, Gar, this is my little brother," he gestured to Damian to introduce himself.

"Damian Wayne Al Ghul. You may refer to me as Damian or Robin." Damian recited the exact words Steph had instructed him to. Grayson had moved to the other side of the "peers," away from their eyeline, and was making encouraging gestures. "My skills include hand to hand combat, armed combat, stealth, as well as a variety of useful skills. What do you do?" He delivered his lines perfectly.

Jamie looked confused at Gar, who just looked excited.

"I'm Gar, or Beast Boy. I can turn into any animal that I've touched before." He bounced on the tips of his toes.

Nightwing gave Jamie a subtle nudge. But not subtle enough to go unnoticed by Damian.

"Ai, uh. I'm Jaime Reyes, also Blue Beetle." A blue tendril grew over his sholders and toward his chest, as well as his lower face. "This is Khaji, an alien robot parasite with a violent streak." Parts of the armor lit up, and Jamie was clearly resisting saying something.

Damian looked quizzically at the two boys. Well, at least he would have something to do until the manor could be cleared.

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Tim wanted to taste it so bad. It was just sitting there, in a vial. What if it tasted good? Sure, maybe it was poison, but maybe Damian was right to call it an allergy. In which case it should be fine for Tim to taste it.

Buuuuut, just in case he should get Jason to try it first

Short DPXDC Prompts #505

Damian had some new imported tea that Alfred ordered. It was a very lovely herbal tea. Or at least as lovely as it could be with blood pouring from his mouth.

Damian falls to the ground, knocking over his teacup to the floor in the process. He clutches his throat while he coughs and gags. It feels like he just poured acid down his lungs. His entire body was burning.

The color of the tea and his blood melded perfectly on the manor floor.

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