#im not going to shame them. however I want to study them

[iayos]

𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 (𝐄𝐖𝐖) !

jjk boys and their icks… because no man is perfect…

jjk boys x implied fem!reader

cw : men being gross, slight nsfw in nanami’s part, very mild misogyny if you squint in megumi’s part, this post was literally just so i could rant kinda

a / n : long time no see… not much to say other than i’ve been busy !!! anyways hope you enjoy :)

yuji itadori - bad grammar

giving him the tamest one tbh because he’s such a sweetheart </3 idk why but i feel like he just has such shitty grammar… like he’s smart ! just not when it comes to grammar. for example, he mixes up his to, too, and two’s, his there’s, and don’t get me started on your vs you’re :/ again he’s the sweetest boy ever ! it’s just the fact he probably failed his lit classes…

megumi fushiguro - “females”…

i was so close to giving this to satoru but i didn’t cause he has shoko to hold him down, megumi on the other hand… look, i don’t think he’d say it in front of girls, but to other dudes, yk ? and i definitely don’t think it’s on purpose to try and be an asshole but it just happens. quickly unlearns it when he says it around maki though.

yuta okkotsu - referring to himself in third person

you guys know how elmo is like, “elmo wants to go to the park,” yeah… yuta does this. and no, it’s not ironically. he definitely thinks it’s cute too and sometimes it is ! but it’s to an extent. like it’s cute the first couple times where he is goes, “yuta loves you,” but then it gets weird and corny when he’s like, “yuta wants to get dinner,” like ermmmm ok…

toge inumaki - fish pics.

as someone who lives in those south i see these OFTEN. for those who don’t know, fish pics are basically when dudes hold up fish they caught while fishing and post pictures of them holding it… i think the main problem with this to me is that a lot of very weird and racist men do it, so that’s why i hate it. anyways i’m 90% sure he has an official art where he’s holding a fish ( i also didn’t know what ick to give him ).

satoru gojo - his height is his whole personality

this shit irks me so bad omg. as someone who’s short ( 5’0 ) and hates seeing other short people make their whole personality their height, it’s even worst when it’s a tall person. satoru is definitely the type to be like, “omg guysss i bumped my head otw hereeee i’m so tallll,” like no you’re just stupid ! he definitely has other icks but this was the main one i could think of… ik he gets on everyone’s nerves.

suguru geto - says “my bad” instead of “im sorry”

another personal one tbh. i hate hate hate when people do this especially if it’s something serious. i remember one time someone pushed me in the mud ( i didn’t fully go on, just my foot ) and i got mud all over my white shoes and they have the audacity to go, “my bad,” like yeah it is your bad lmao. anyways, suguru def does this often especially to shoko. i feel like he’s pretty clumsy and say if shoko’s studying and he knocks over a drink onto her books he’ll say “my bad” and not even attempt to help her clean it up. like dude at least say sorry or something idk ???

nanami kento - calls his dick anything but a dick

“my member” you are grown !!! say dick !!! he does it to be ‘classy’ but like, he is pushing 30 doing this, just say dick. i also think it’s a shame thing ? idk probably hanging out with stsg for most of his teen years rotted his brain so he hates hearing really nasty stuff but he won’t even say penis half the time. like it’s really not that serious nobody wants to call your dick a phallus ( it was also really hard to give him an ick ).

choso - using 🥺 / 🥹

oh BROTHERRRR this one pisses me off. i hate both of those emojis in general but especially when men do it, it’s cornball behavior. like aren’t you supposed to be fighting in wars ? stand up. but i don’t think he has any ill intentions at all, honestly just picks emojis that represent his mood often. however he definitely uses 😂 instead of 😭… sorry choso…

song : ick - lay bankz

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

How does God and Lucifer’s siblings view the sins? Are his siblings jealous they have been replaced or are some of them glad that Lucifer has found others who he can be a family with?

Also, do Asmodeus and Lucifer ever indulge in bird like behavior together?

God is very pleased Lucifer has them, He intended for it and a lot of the needless cruelty of the fall was to ensure Lucifer was found, endeared and open(desperate enough) to accept the help of the demons princes.

A full power emotionally destabilized Archangel wasn't going to be quick to make friends in hell. And Yes, I am very much looking forward to unpacking God's 'Ends justify the Means' mentality and 'Father knows best' approach to making decisions that affect other people without their say.

He likes them if only cause He's less guilty for losing Lucifer's original family if he ends up with another one.

However they as individuals are very foreign, while nothing is like Him, He has an understanding of creatures that strive for His perfection. He does not know what to do with those that have no interest in His order. Especially those created outside His will.

He skittish around Fat Nuggets as He is the Sins its very amusing

He's immune to Fear of Unknown by nature of being All knowing, they aren't Other to Him - He's perfectly aware they are complex people with depth and value. Which has unlocked some other, far stranger emotional response that like a morbid intrigue.

The sins and archangels' dynamics do have some posts here and here but im always up for an excuse for a proper mindset deep dive!

Because of implicit and explicit bias his brothers think of hellborn demons as lesser, Heaven is just like that, not necessarily bad just insignificant in the wake of God's Will and Order.

They see them as pets Luci is using to fill the void they left behind, the best he can do, while they're not necessarily upset at the situation by itself...

They are absolutely affronted at Lucifer being closer and more comfortable with the sins than he is or really ever was with them.

All he does is complain about the sins and how he has to manage them! (context) They were under the impression he barely tolerated them what do you mean he finds the demons' company preferable and there's a undercurrent of unbreakable trust and unconditional love in all that taunting and banter.

His siblings aren't jealous of being replaced however they are extremely jealous of being superseded.

They also... see the sins as bringing out Lucifer's 'worst traits', (mainly, Pride) because Christianity Heaven runs on shame and repression so nothing's more terrifying to them than someone being unapologetic in themselves

It's like, the worst parts of Catholic guilt and Protestant evangelical beliefs mixed together.

He has to miserable in hell in every way because if he was even the least bit happy away from the church Heaven that would have to mean something was wrong with him... or it. They don't want to see their brother like that but they're unwilling to compromise their worldview either, for who are they without God? Who is God if He's wrong?

Lucifer is cringe(and damned) but he is free etc etc

I'm so glad that near decade I spent studying Christian dogma and culture is coming in useful, there's so much texture and potential in this family dynamic

Yes, YES!!! I have waited my whole life for someone to ask about this, Bird solidarity!! Asmodeus unfortunately doesn't have a beak (it's different from claws or fingers and not even other angels can replicate it, fuck he misses his Dad) but still mutual preenings!! Billing!! Nestling!! Headbutting!! Wing tucking!! Someone who gets it!

I think Lucifer feels way more fondness for the Ars Goetia than he has any right to just cause a lot of them are birds.

Yeah they're pompous arrogant pricks but, those are endearing quirks to him if it's birds (okay he sees these as basically pets)

Paimon is still around despite his everything because he has a beak and is one of the few Goetia to truly prioritize ass kissing over dignity or prestige and will groom him without acting like it's weird.

[sanjisblackasswife]

law with a s/o who has sensitive thighs???

Im in a Law mood so you asked this at the right time.💓

Law Finds Out You Have Sensitive Thighs (NSFW-ISH)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: A bit suggestive with kissing and touching, Law is a little tease, Oral sex implied, Established relationship

Law is 110% a thigh man. Absolutely canon, he told me after seeing my thighs.

He loves em, he just don’t know WHY he does.

Maybe it’s the way they jiggle, maybe because it’s not a very “sexual” area of the body, maybe it’s how they hug when they are constrains by socks, but regardless of the reason he loves thighs

You did however find out not too long after dating him he enjoys playing with your plushy legs.

They are his new pillows and stress relief balls whenever you are near

Unfortunately for you, that’s your weak spot.

Law isn’t a very sexual guy, he has sex most of the time only if you’re in the mood so you know when he plays with your skin he means so sexual intent behind it….most of the time

So it’s so awkward to contain your moans when you feel his soft cold hands rub against you.

“Law..” You say, but quickly clear your throat to stop yourself from slipping a moan out, you were sitting on his desk reading as your studious boyfriend was researching and he mindlessly did what he always does; grip and squeeze your inner thigh as you wear nothing, but one of his big white shirts. “You okay?”

“Hm?” He looks up at you, glasses tilted on the tip of his nose and his face being supported by his hand he looks at you and your leg, “Yeah..you hungry?”

“No…I um…forget it…”

Law hated when you did that, sighing harshly he puts his glasses down and turns to your side, “What? Tell me.”

“Just…”You hum, seeing his thumb move on you, you had to take a breather from his touch it was getting so bad, and it didn’t help that his hand was so close to your lady parts. “Don’t take it the wrong way, but…when you touch my thighs I um…it …feels…overwhelming.”

He furrowed his brows, really? He’s been doing this for how ling and you tell him this now?

Law then insisted he should stop, but you protest that he shouldn’t, you just needed him to know about your

“dilemma”

“Well what do you want me to do? Stop touching you?”

“No! No! I want you to touch me just…I—oh.”

It was sudden, but Law would be lying to see the shyness of your face to not look a little attractive to him. He gets up from his chair to squat in front of you and pries your legs apart, your back straightens up feeling the cold wind hit your panties, embarrassed to find out you’ve gotten so turned on from just his touch.

“Seems like you like my hands a lot…” Law’s face slightly impressed and surprised to see the small wet spot on your crotch. “Dammit..you’re too cute for that.”

He looks at you, face partially covered from your hands, but eyes still peaking through your fingers to watch him, such a pervert.

He huffs through his nose both hands now on the fattiest parts of your thighs and that’s when he notices your shriek, “If you want to moan. Moan…I don’t care, you’ll do it soon enough.”

Law starts with kissing each knee, his lips feather over your skin leaving you goosebumps already, he gives each leg his attention with soft kisses. and the closer he got towards your panties the further your legs spread.

“You should..just…go back to studying, Law I didn’t—“

“No it’s fine..I need a break.” The sounds of his lips smooching your hot inner thighs immediately made you softly mewl and bite your lip in anticipation, he couldn’t help but whisper “damn” to how hot you looked from above. It’s a shame how quickly Law grabs one of your hands to place on his hair to grip, “I do like your thighs a lot…just…don’t use that fact against me alright?”

“Hah..you better not use my sensitive thighs against me then.”

He winks at you, giving your thighs once last ounce of attention before he gets to where he is needed most.

“Law…”You moan as he pecks your clothed clit before he slides them to the side with one finger.

[lazarusrisingx]

Alright so this’ll be my first official one shot for this account yippee!! Im starting off with something fluffy cause ya boi hasn’t written fan fics in quite a while (yes i was a fan fic writer before but i wanted to start over cause i abandoned that account tee hee)

summary: A fluffy one shot where sylus teaches you to ride his motorcycle and you..kinda fail at it

also for one shots i think im gonna use MC instead of Y/n as the name? if yall want me to change it for the next one just lmk.

this story also diverges from the actual lore of LADS, its mentioned theyve already had some past ‘romantic’ moments tee hee.

triggers: mentions of scrapes and blood, no serious injuries, motorcycle incident without helmet, uhhhh there isnt really anything triggering so yeah! just pure fluff and scared sylus

might be a bit ooc sylus but im tryna stay true him, also excuse my bad spelling im gonna autocorrect everything but im writing on my phone so don’t judge.

okay lets get it peoples!!

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It was a relatively nice day in the N109 zone. Crime seemed to hold itself for the crisp cool weather that decided to roll in over night. The sky was less murky grey than usual and a few patches of blue peeked through fluffy white clouds. The sun was near setting as MC and a certain silver haired man sat in his office.

“..you want to what?” Sylus asked, not looking away from a manila folder in his hands.

“I want you to show me to ride your motorcycle.” MC repeated.

The tick of the grandfather clock was the only sound that could be heard for a few moments. MC felt for a moment she might want to take back her recquest, but Sylus silently set down the folder he held and leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

He rubbed his eyes, and folded his arms, studying the girl without expression.

“If you do-“

“Your telling me the great wanderer huntress doesnt know how to ride a simple motorcycle?” Sylus interrupted. the edge of his lip quirked up in a slight smirk.

MC narrowed her eyes at him.

“Its not in the training for us to be taught to ride or drive.”

Sylus tilted his head, before speaking again.

“You mean you dont even know how to drive?” It sounded as if he was holding back a laugh.

“Will you teach me to ride or not! I can hire an instructor if you wont.” MC said, purposefully dodging the question of her driving skills.

She had thought about asking Sylus before, but lately the two of them hadnt had a single afternoon to do anything besides… questionably legal missions. It was so nice out that she thought itd be a shame to spend it in this dark and dreary office.

Sylus stood up without a word, dragging his coat off his chair and picking up the manila folder. He punched a code into one of his many safes and placed it inside for safe keeping, and went for the door.

“Are you coming? Or should i roll out a red carpet for you sweetie?”

MC stood up quickly, a smile sliding across her face as she followed him out of the room.

The two walked down the hall of his house quietly. She felt excited, and slightly nervous. Sylus didnt seem like the most compassionate teacher she couldve found. however spending money on an instructor was something she never intended to do in the first place.

Sylus glanced down at her as the two stopped by his room.

“you cant wear shorts, and I cant wear dress pants nor this shirt. Go get changed.” Sylus said as he opened the door.

MC gave him a questioning look as he opened the door for her, leaning against the wall waiting for her to enter.

“I dont have clothes here.” MC stated.

Sylus shook his head, his hand twitched and an invisible force pushed MC forward.

“I had the twins pick something up for you in case you needed to stay here for a while, itll be the third drawer from the bottom sweetie.”

the surprise on MC’s face mustve been obvious, because a quiet chuckle left Sylus.

“Dont look so surprised kitten, we work together enough that if you end up injured under my watch I’m not going to send you home to recover alone.”

“How do you even know my size in pants?” MC asked as she lifted out a pair of jeans. surprisingly they looked as if they would fit quite nicely.

Sylus leaned over her, his chest brushing over MC’s back. He was much warmer than she thought he might be, and the contact sent a slight spark of electric through her. He opened the top drawer of the dresser and produced a pair of black pants and a nice fitted black shirt for himself. MC glanced up to find Sylus peering down at her with a curious expression. Was that a smile she saw? If only for a split second. Sylus lingered against her for a few moments, pretending to look for soemthing else before taking a step back.

“I told them to look in the kids section.” He said.

MC turned to scold him, and found him unbuttoning his dress shirt, his silver hair dangled in front of his eyes as he looked down, the shirt parting just enough to expose a strong muscular chest, before MC promptly turned around her face turning bright red.

“Ill find a bathroom.” She said quietly.

“Straight ahead sweetie.”

She made a bee-line towards it, not looking back to see how Sylus’s eyes followed her, or the smirk on his face as he pulled his shirt off.

MC shut the door behind her, heart pounding in her ears. It was an odd reaction since she had seen him shirtless before. although it was different because this was unexpected.

She wiped the image from her mind and quickly got changed. Sadly, the pants fit her perfectly. MC was truly curious as to how Sylus or the twins figured out her size but it wasnt something she was ready to look into.

MC walked out from the bathroom, Sylus was dressed in all black his shirt was tight enough to show the outline of his abs, and make his arms look incredibly huge.

Sylus was finishing a message to someone on his phone. He glanced up at MC once before he finished the message.

“letting the twins know we will be out for a bit. I expect youd like to go to dinner after we are finished?” Sylus asked.

“mmm sure, I saw a hot po-“

“im picking where we eat. I dont feel like going to linkon tonight.” Sylus interrupted

He stood up and opened the door for the two, motioning for MC to walk out before him. She obliged, and the two walked in silence to his garage. Sitting in a parking spot was his usual black and red bike. The paint shiny from being newly washed, not a speck of rust nor dust decorated the expensive equipment.

“do you atleast know the basics of controls?” Sylus asked.

“theres the clutch, throttle and break. i know that much.” MC responded.

Sylus nodded, he pulled the kickstand up on the bike and began to slowly walk it towards the exit.

“Mine has some.. enhancements, so youll have to go easy on the gas. turning is fairly self explanatory. but as i said before take it very gentle. I dont want a scratch on this bike.”

MC nodded and followed behind him. She was getting nervous now, but she knew Sylus had a decent driveway that she would be able to drive around, that way she could avoid any extra cars or pedestrians. the few times she had driven a car, she had done fairly well, although went a little slower than the speed limit… by ten miles.

If anything, her only worry was annoying sylus with how careful she was!

The two walked out of the small garage and into the cool outside. wind rustled the small trees and birds chirped quietly around them.

“Get on here.”

Sylus held out his hand as he kept the bike steady. MC carefully got into the drivers seat and set her feet on the rests.

“put a foot on the ground so the bike can tilt when i let go.” Sylus said

“like this?”

MC put one foot on the ground, and Sylus let its weight rest on her. It was heavier than expected but nothing she couldnt handle. He took a step back and folded his arms.

“Turn the keys in the ignition, let it roll forward a bit so you know how itll feel.”

MC fumbled with the key for a moment and the engine roared to life. She smiled proudly, and looked to Sylus who was to focused on watching her slowly roll forward.

“Turn the gas a bit, and ride to the edge there, you dont need-“

MC thought she had pressed the gas lightly. she really did. Instead, the bike shot forward across the driveway, pointed not towards the grass, but the exit to the driveway. A scream escaped her as she pulled her foot onto the rests.

The wind ripples through her hair as she sped towards the entrance to the street, the handles wobbled in her hands, and within a second she was flung from the bike.

Metal screeched awfully on concrete as the bike was sent skidding towards her. Her body tumbled over the driveway, the rip of jeans and the feel of gravel driving into her arms didnt feel like much as she watched the bikes path heading straight for her.

MC threw up her hands, curling up expecting to be hit by the skidding motorcycle, but the impact never came.

The sound of heavy footsteps and muffled yelling made her open her eyes. Her vision was blurred, and her ears rang slightly. In front of her was a barrier of black and red smoke, instead of hitting her, the bike had been stopped not a second to soon.

“MC! For fucks sake!” Sylus yelled.

MC began to shake a bit, not from the pain in her arms and legs, nor the throbbing headache from hitting her head. She scrambled to her hands and knees. Sylus was running towards her, an unfamiliar expression on his face. His crimson eyes glowed brightly from using his evol.

“Sylus i-i didnt think itd be so sensitive!”

the barrier dissipated and MCs heart lept into her throat. the bikes previously shiny paint was nearly fully scraped clean, the seat had a few tears in it, the handles previously rubber grip was now worn down to the metal on one side. there was a bend in the rim of one of the wheels.

Tears filled MCs eyes as a mix of anxiety and fear pierced her heart. His bike was ruined! the one thing he had told her not to do was crash this, and less than a minute on it she had!

MC’s hands brushed over the ruined paint job, she barely noticed the blood dripping from her arm or down her hands, nor the pain of dirt being gritted into her badly scraped knees.

“What are you doing, what are you doing?” Sylus asked.

he had dropped to his knees beside her, grabbing a firm hold of both arms, that same unrecognizable expression written all over his face. his grip was firm, but MC didnt look away from the bike.

“Your bike! Sylus is swear i didnt mean to do that! I was gentle l-like you said I didnt think-“

“the bike? the fuck are you on about sweetie look at you!”

His voice was harsh and demanding. his eyes were still glowing crimson as MC finally looked at him. She was trembling badly. finally she noticed the blood now coating his hand and her arm. her lip was also split down the middle, and a cut on her cheek.

“I-ill pay for the bike Sy-“

“the bike? you think i give a fuck about the bike i have ten more just like it.”

He dragged the two of them to their feet.

“but you said-“

“your hurt.” Sylus said plainly.

His eyes scanned her wounds as if he was looking for something.

“Its nothing-“

“we are going back in.” Sylus stated.

in one swift motion he lifted MC off her feet, carrying her like a princess. MC was speechless as he stepped over the bike, walking quickly to get the two of them back into the house.

“You dont care about the bike?” MC asked.

Sylus glanced down at her.

“Why the fuck would i care about a damn object right now.”

MC paused for a moment, she stared up at his face, now noticing a thin layer of sweat over his forehead, his eyes darting back and forth and he looked… pale. was he scared? panicked?

the last thing MC expected from him was concern over a few scrapes and bruises. Well, maybe they werent scrapes. with each step her adrenaline wore off, and throbbing pain came over her entire body.

Sylus brought the two of them to his room, slamming the door open. The twins stood there together, talking back and forth.

“Boss- wait is she-“

“get out.” Sylus said gruffly.

“Boss are you alright? you look-“

“I told you both to get!” Sylus yelled.

The twins looked at the both of them for a moment, before scurrying out of the room.

“They could patch me up sylus you dont have to do this.” MC said quietly. he ignored her as he gingerly set her on the plush comforter.

“sylus the blood, i cant ruin more of your things.”

“why do you think i care about ‘things’ MC. sit down and wait for me. if you can get into your shorts put those on or im taking your jeans off myself.” Sylus said.

MC watched him enter the bathroom and rummage around. She didnt know what to think. of course her first thought was that he would be more concerned for his bike, he had seen her get hurt by wanderers before and hadnt seemed so… upset by it.

She found her shorts on the floor and slowly peeled the ripped jeans off herself and tugged on her shorts. her leg was definatley sore and bruises already began to blossom over her thigh. the concrete had rubbed away quite a bit of skin, blood dripped down her leg and onto the floor now.

without a word sylus came back in, his eyes had finally stopped glowing, and in his arms he held rolls of bandages antiseptics, tape, and cobain.

“i can do this myself Sylus.” MC said

“no.” Was all Sylus had to offer.

a wave of black and red smoke pushed MC back onto his bed. it wasnt as rough as usual, almost like a cushion pressing her into place.

Sylus knelt down in front of her. eyes narrowing as they scanned over her leg.

“shouldve been more careful.” Sylus mumbled.

“i know im sorry.” MC replied

“no, not you. I shouldve been more careful. that bike has enhancements on it, its to much for a beginner i didnt think about it.” He said.

MC grew quiet for a moment.

“well i wont die.” MC said, trying to lighten the mood.

Sylus didnt seem impressed. he hesitated his hands hovering over her leg before he grabbed a damp cloth and began wiping blood from her leg. His hands were calloused from boxing and fighting, but he was much gentler than MC expected.

“you wont die, but you still got hurt.” Sylus said after a moment.

he folded the cloth over itself and cleaned the edges of her wound. He gently brushed one of her scrapes, causing MC to grimace.

“sorry.” he mumbled quietly.

his free hand left the bed where it was planted, and gingerly took hold of hers.

“squeeze when it hurts, you wont harm me sweetie.” He said. His crimson eyes flicked to hers making a bolt of electric shoot through MC’s heart. she hesitated, before giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

sylus’ shoulders relaxed a bit after this. he picked up a new cloth, and doused it in antiseptic.

“it has lidocaine in it, but it might sting a bit.” Sylus said

Thankfully, he didnt try to clean the wound in sections. he paused for a moment and pressed the cloth firmly to her scrapes. MC grunted and squeezed his hand. When she looked back at him he was gently rubbing his thumb against the uninjured portion of her leg, looking at her with that oddly concerned expression.

“better?” he asked.

MC nodded her head letting out a breath. He lifted the cloth, now that the area was numb he was able to thoroughly clean the bits of dirt out. the process was repeated over the second patch of scrapes on her calf. Sylus slowly wrapped her leg in cobain and gauze, before sitting on the bed beside MC.

“are you alright sylus?” MC asked.

He had kept his usual snarky comments to himself the past few minutes and it was slightly worrying. Sylus turned his head to her and looked her up and down.

“you shouldve worn a helmet.” He said quietly

“well i wasnt intending to drive more than five feet.” MC replied.

a small smirk came across Sylus’ face.

“five feet? I thought youd have more confidence in yourself sweetie.” Sylus said.

MC laughed quietly and shook her head.

“my teacher didnt seem to have much confidence ‘ride to the grass’ i beileive you said.” MC replied.

Sylus quirked up an eyebrow.

“it seems i was right doesnt it?”

He gestured to her still injured arm, and held up a clean cloth.

“still got another spot to take care of sweetie.” He said.

MC groaned quietly, but turned so he would have a better angle for it. She looked away and waited for him to begin cleaning the wound. instead he leaned towards her, his hand slipping around to the back of her head and pulling her forward. MC nearly protested, but Sylus placed his hand on her back after resting her head to his chest.

She could hear his heart, beating extremely fast for someone so fit.

“just… a moment.” Sylus said quietly.

MC practically held her breath for a moment, before taking in air. his cologne smelled nice, a mix of fresh spices and expensive cigars. the muscles under her head her soft but firm. his arm resting around her body in a hug. Sylus was hugging her.

tentatively, MC put her good arm around him. it felt right, her anxiety and worry began to slowly melt away the longer they stayed like this. her eyes grew heavy, and she began to relax more and more against him. he was so solid, his chest rose and fell under her, slowing down after a moment or so.

“dont worry about the bike sweetie. really. im more concerned about the fact you were… injured.”

MC smiled slightly.

“The great leader of onychinus is concerned for me?” MC asked

a chuckle vibrated through Sylus’ chest. he almost sounded releived.

“more than youd know MC.” Sylus said quietly.

MC’s heart fluttered slightly. she closed her eyes as Sylus began to move again, his free hand found the back of her head, beginning to rub her hair gently as he pressed the cloth to the side of her arm. It wasnt long before the two had to seperate to allow sylus to wrap her arm.

“Why dont we order food tonight. I dont really feel like going out again.” MC said.

Sylus cleaned up the bloody cloths and nodded his head. he began to make his way towards the bedroom door.

“you pick the spot, ill pay.” Sylus said.

“absolutely not, i just trashed your bike-“

Sylus stood up and in a few strides crossed the room to stand in front of her, he leaned down and tilted her chin up to make MC look at him.

“how many times do i have to say that i dont care about the bike, just that you dont have a damn head injury?” He asked.

MC stared up at him for a moment, Sylus brought her face a little closer, speaking quietly now.

“I got you hurt today MC. The least i can do is pay for a damn meal.” He said.

MC couldnt help but look between his eyes and lips. was she insane to think about kissing him now? they were so close, and it wouldn’t be the first time one of them had made an attempt like that. Sylus scanned her face. did he just lean in more?

There was a knock at the door.

“Boss? we were just wondering if you needed us to get the bike out of the driveway.” One of the twins said.

Sylus looked dissapointed, and slightly annoyed. he released MC and turned away from her, going to the door and opening it.

“Ill come out and help you, one if you dispose of these. MC, you might want to change your shirt. Ill be in the living room when your done, sweetie.” Sylus said.

MC was left alone in his room. bright red blush creeped over her face as she slumped back on his bed. She was cursing herself slightly. Part of her was angry she even thought of kissing him, the other half was angry she didnt.

She flopped over onto her stomach groaning loudly before she sat up again.

Another uneventful night of eating in.

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maybe ill make a smutty part 2 to this one? maybe not straight smut but some good steamy kisses and things like that idk.

uhhhhh yeah! i havent written in a little while so i dont know how good this is or isnt!

if yall have any ideas for other oneshots then just lmk. im currently working on the storyline for a yandere!sylus x reader fic so i might drop some teasers for that when i can.

in the meantime ill alternate between fluff and smut, i can do some sad stories to but they gotta have good endings cause i cant stand my mans to be sad like that.

also gonna work on some zayne material because i love my mans zayne just as much as sylus if not a bit more. i feel like he doesnt get enough love fr.

okay byyyyyee hopefully this was good.

please credit me if you share this story

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Hiiiii

Ik it’s been a long time since previous replies!

I hope ur enjoying your life ✨

I would like to know about 12th house Aries Lilith at 10 degree? What type of appearance do I give off to others cuz I can’t find myself lucky in love or friendship tho I look pretty and would like more info on it in general.

And I wondered whether you are doing full birth chart reading cuz you’re so good in it!

Hope you enjoy your day 🌸✨

Thank you

12th house lilith in aries shows a complex individual with hidden gifts that can make people uncomfortable and even envious of them.

youre pretty much in the know about things you shouldnt. and alot of time could get a lot of insight about others so that it can help them in the future. naturally a 'witch' youre spiritual gifts are quite strong even at a young age. you may of had to push them down due to feeling fear or maybe others didnt understand it so you were shamed for it.

having an aries lilith shows where you are bold with your rawness and this can attract people to you in a mystical sense due to the 12th house being a mystic house and a secretive one at that.

people will adore you but will always try to see whats in that lil head of yours which could possibly be annoying.

it being on the tenth degree..

so im a numerologist and study numbers so how i typically deal with degrees in astro charts is through those lens.

so the number 10 has a lot to do with new beginnings and starting over. 1 - leader, confidence, "leo energy", star of your own show.

0 - divine feminine, the originator, a new beginning , creation.

(now they dont typically use the 0 in numerology, however the 0 is a divine feminine number and deals with the birth of creation so just bre with me for a sec)

so you have the number 10 , so that means new beginnings and creation are a big point here. its something YOU created. nobody else. blueprint.

so with that being said, lilith being on the tenth degree in aries in the 12th house is connecting you to the subconscious/imagination. the 12th house needs an outlet of some sort with the imagination being stimulated with certain imagery thanks to having certain planets (or in this case lilith) it shows that your subconscious can sometimes be on the darker side.

youre mind has a lot of taboo thinking going on and this is usually unique to you. you'll daydream about fantasies you may want to have or people may be the ones doing this.

from what ive noticed lilith 12th housers are always in a sex dream or two in someone elses imagination. or in just a pretty odd dream overall.

as for appearance im assuming your rising is in taurus? if not plz confirm. or maybe the last degree of aries.

either way, we need see the venus sign and what placements are going on with that. as well as your 7th house.

[pinkacademic]

hey girl it's the harvard anon here and i got 2/5 on my graded 2nd quiz and last time i got 3/5 and im lowkey so annoyed especially because i was up all last night studying & doing the lectures like damn y'all use words that ive Never seen y'all use in the lectures, like, i'm glad I at least got some of the questions right but still 😭

Hey girl! Sorry you’re struggling!! Let’s talk about how to ask for help.

Who can you go to?

Do you have a rapport with your lecturer?

If not, is it too late to send an email?

From my understanding, American universities tend to have like… teaching assistants also? Do have a rapport with any of them?

If not, could you send a few emails?

Don’t be intimidated. Most likely, they’re all really chill people who are genuinely passionate about the subject and who genuinely want to help people succeed. The arseholes are rare but even they know it reflects better on them when their students succeed.

Are there study groups?

Does your subject have a club/society?

What about friends in your class?

And of course, the internet.

Oh, and look for resources such as study support (they can have different names) who essentially you can go to, usually like an hour a week, and who help you with things you may struggle with. This is often available to disabled students, and abled students can also often avail of the services, it just depends what’s available.

Now, of course, the specific point you brought up was a problem with vocabulary. So let’s talk about that.

Google is a hellscape, but search engines are your friend

Do you have a source such as a vocabulary guide for your subject, a glossary, or even just a straight-up dictionary of terms. If you’re not sure, ask an academic librarian for help. And honestly? Just a regular librarian in your local, off-campus library, if the former is intimidating… this is part of my pro-libraries agenda.

Let’s talk also about studying.

Sorry, but cramming is for emergencies only. I don’t know if you did cram, but you said you studied all night. I’m wondering if you need to change your routine

I have plenty of resources of my blog on: different kinds of learners and what helps them (including what helped me) scheduling, etc. I still have work to do on the #pink academia masterpost project, but everything in my study series ought have that tag.

Do your own research

Ask people you know

And girl, sleep is good for your brain.

The most important thing tho is not giving up!! You can do this! You CAN do this!!

HOWEVER

I also want to make it clear that there is no shame in doing so either. If this situation isn’t right for you, get on out.

With that disclaimer out of the way, remember that the best thing you can do is maintain your inner peace, and to remember that a Positive Attitude Changes Everything.

This test does not define you. You are the lexicographer of your own life ok? You define you.

TLDR: ask for help, change your study routine, sleep is good for you, there’s no harm in dropping out, HOWEVER remember to be positive and you can achieve what you’ve worked for.

[starcitrine]

I wonder if Rhinedottir was involved in the institute in Fontaine, The institute has 2 doors that can be opened and they have some sort of weird out of place thing in them.

First room I found was some sort of secret study room with 2 rifthounds and a readable log (I can’t remember if the door needs a key)

The second room is weirder it has a pile of purple-black sludge in the middle surrounded by a circle of some sorts the sludge looks quite similar to the ooze in the chasm, thats not the only out of place object in this room, one side of the room has scarlet quartz near the wall which is strange considering the sludge and quartz are both from subareas where a celestial nail(?) is present.

While im not 100% sure where the Chasm ooze come from (I think Nahida’s story quest said forbidden knowledge?) but since Scarlet quartz is only found in Dragonspine and its pretty similar appearance to Crimson agate which is (imo) very important in Dragonspine and seems to have some source from Durin himself.

I know it could just be the researchers gathering data from other nations like with the Sumeru Tech but I think it would be kinds cool (and im starving for content) if Rhinedottir was involved somehow, even if it was just researchers finding her notes or her anonymously supporting.

I have not finished Fontaine so if I missed some added context or explanation I apologize

edit 1. circle found around the sludge is also found in Elynas (familiar names from the institute aswell)

edit 2. enigmatic page says that jakob confirmed that the Scarlet quartz and sludge were like like Elynas’ flesh and blood

Pictures and readable log from the room below

1. Rifthounds in study

2. Study with no Rifthounds ( they do not respawn )

3. Sludge in weird circle with Csralet Quartz the the right (Quartz and Sludge cannot be destroyed or removed)

4. Oozing concretion in Chasm

Ancient Note:

...Though it's a shame, we'll have to miss it. I was looking forward to Coppelius's new work. Ever since he was a child, he's always been incredibly talented...

...

...Out of consideration for everyone's safety, it has been decided that the Institute shall close. Driven by the energy and vigor of youth, the young ones are clamoring to go out and do battle. I hope someday they will understand the importance of prioritizing post-disaster reconstruction over marching off to die...

...

...I fear that it shan't be long before we must depart. We've chosen a good piece of land near the Fountain of Lucine as the post-relocation site... They even say they want to use the land to build an opera house — they'd sooner set faces aflame with shame and laughter! To think that anyone could be so comical...

...

...We're going to pay our respects at Basil's grave...

...I hope it all turns out like Emanuel said. However, it's the Institute's responsibility to support gifted and talented youths...

...

...Met with the newly-appointed Iudex. He has a peculiar temperament. Seems much more reliable than Leon and those other clowns...

...

...If all goes well, it has the potential to completely revolutionize our understanding of clockwork meka. The proposed methodology and plan are reliable. Worth paying more attention...

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...The results of early phases have been satisfactory, we will increase our investment... Carter's leave requests have been increasing in frequency. Better have someone keep an eye on him. He may be having financial difficulties (not like it's possible for it to be a family matter)...

...

After some consideration, I've decided to enroll them and temporarily assign them to the same lab. However, I'm concerned about the impact of their joining after Alain on the mental state of others... must keep careful watch...

...

...Still unconscious during the visit, so couldn't speak...decided to take a blood sample and see if there's a cure, or a way to mitigate it...

...

Although the proposed research plan is expected to face challenges in obtaining recognition, I believe it holds significant practical value, so it justifies approval. Toxins remain in the soil and water and have not yet been fully neutralized... The water is producing deformed Oceanids... In a way, this could be a reflection of previous events. I only just learned that these are Karl's adopted children. It's a shame the Narzissenkreuz Institute no longer exists...

...

...This could be the biggest breakthrough in a century, it will change all of society...

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...The report mentioned abnormal movements... I'll have to find a chance to talk to Emanuel about it...

[alexithymia3008]

Heyy, as much as I understand your views on obesity, obesity is most of the time not under a person's control. Obesity is a disease. There are many medications which have the effect of obesity on people, and how much ever they workout, it doesn't help shed those kilos a lot. A lot of others are born with obesity due to their genetics. Which again, is extremely difficult to shed. So when you call out a person for being fat, you're also putting down obese people who work hard to shed weight everyday but still don't see results. And a lot of times, it is just better to accept their body as it is than to put themselves through unnecessary hell. (I'm not talking about obesity due to unhealthy habits, which again doesn't deserve shaming imo).

Imagine you're put down for something you're trying to overcome but can't. It doesn't feel very nice....i hope you get what I mean :)

first off, thank you for not being as arrogant as others in my inbox, i genuinely appreciate that. however, i want to mention that a lot of studies do show that yes obesity can be influenced by genes, and i cant disagree with that. however, in the recent years, the rapid increase of obesity isnt because these genes are carried by everyone. the larger the population, the more genetic diversity. you prompted me to conduct some research, and i come to find out that most of the time, only genetic factors affect us from controlling our weight. there are of course certain situations like thyroid which affects weight, i have family members with thyroid, and i have seen them grow increasingly fat. they refuse to work out and take care of themselves but act pissy when we tell them theyre getting fat. they could lessen the suffering of thyroid by working out, however, they refuse to do so because they think it's easier to sit and sulk over it for them. now for my research, read over some of these website:

im not going out everyday and bashing people up for being fat, i have better things to do. however, this is a platform where im not directly calling out names, i'm just calling out people who idolise obesity. Lizzo is one of them. Take a look at this video:

this the stuff i hate. anyway, have a good day. Jai Shree Ram🚩🙏🏽

[ridmymind]

Hey there

Deleted my ig platform for good

I accidentally viewed my ecs gf and I was crushed by the cringeness

I do no want to partake in such foolish behavior like DO REMEBER TO SHINE✨

Not my cup of tea

One time he said he didn’t like girls if they have an unnatural hair color. LIES✨✨✨

Also she is nothing special and that’s the most shocking thing

Thinkin if she knows bout his cousin and all the cult things. Thinking if anything was true at all.

I was suspecting she was in the CIA or something. No way, she s just a girl with a giant nose -he said he like ugly nose on girl I dunno its a thing-

I guess another person would have contact her to send screens and whatever BUT IM NOT LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS IM PROTECTING MY PEACE. Jk i don’t want to. Its a matter of time she s going to discover how shallow he is. And if that s not going to happen, well. Good luck, babe. I was wrong the first time I talked to him and he said was on ketogenic diet, I guess. I studied medicine. Fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on you. They studied like political science. Pls. I was so embarrassed for him I swear. Shame on you and that’s the end. Shes like his therapist, nutritionist and all the other figures he had to follow in order to being good with himself, having a person that tell him what to do. I am legit furious cause he knows everything bout my situation and he did not tell me the truth. And he was acting like he was mr right all the time. I even edited part of his thesis. Of course i’m mad. Now i can tell a garbage narcissist way sooner. Maybe i have to activate my account only to haunt him. But at what cost?

I have lost my voice.

My spirit is broken.

Life on social media is fake af.

Nevertheless, I’ll post. Not to mock anyone. Just to take space.

I need to take space

He didn’t know me at all. I am a poet and a person in stem. A painter and a doctor. An artist and a mad scientist. A kind person that want to make others happy and well. And i have a strong moral compass. I’m a reader and a writer. I play piano, guitar and uke. I can do my own hair. I have good taste in fashion choice. I listen to english podcast at 2x. I loved alternative stuff all my life. And I was the best in everything I ve done so far. If I was the man, I’ll be THE man.

He Was just a boy who play pretend to be an adult

Was just a boy that’s smell like my grandpa used to. And that’s telling about me.

I thought she was a ballerina. An actress. A beautiful girl. Or an accomplished ones. I thought she hasn’t social media. That she was cooler than me. Poor thing.

If I ll get past these health problems the next page I wanna do is an uku learn with me

Im speechless. Logically speaking they have nothing to do with me. I m educated, have studied a lot, has so many interests. We haven’t the same culture at all. The same moral values. He s just a follower. She will have his babies. And he ll continue to do what is in his nature. BEING A BAD BAD BAD HUMAN BEING. But i m very emotional disregulated so I can’t do a logic argument. I just want to talk sit about them with my bff. Like any other girl.

A fellow student I can’t. I thought she was a neurologist. That was helping his sister. I thought she was his teacher. I have over estimated this guy so much. It costed me years of my life. Maybe she s p3ggin him rn. I don’t think so but.

However i m slowly transitioning in the man I d like to date. Maybe i like myself too much, and we shared similar facial features. I know what she is at least.

And thats me, rockin my hair cut and i’m cute as hell🥲

[abisexualdude]

venting about... my whole life i suppose?

(05/07/2024 11:03pm - 06/07/2024 1:51am)

the reason why im here is because i am a person who spirals very easily. one thing slightly unpleasant happens and i get reminded of previous unpleasant events. and starting yesterday (04/07/2024), that has been happening again. this time instead of sleeping it away, i want to document the negative emotions im feeling so i can possibly figure out ways to rid them of me. this is going to be a little messy, im no writer myself, but i hope if future me sees this, he'll make use of the words im typing today.

let's start with family: i grew up christian, and still remember one time when i was at sunday school as a kid (6-7 yo i think), an older teacher there spent the lesson teaching us how homosexuality is evil/immoral, telling us how the gays go to hell blablabla. that became something i held onto because as a kid, you just do not question what you are told, and i ignored all the signs suggesting i could be anything other than straight. however teenage me, having my first ever phone and getting access to the internet, realized that i was bisexual. im not saying every christian ever is homophobic, but the church was the place where i've experienced homophobia for the first time in my life. as a result, i started despising the church more and more, eventually never going again near 15 yo. about a year after that and my grandmother passed away. she's been a devoted christian her whole life and one of the final moments i shared with her, she told me to never leave the embrace of god. when i told her that i was not straight, and it was hard for me to return to somewhere i can be shamed for being queer, she did not answer with hostility, but curiousness: "can boys love each other?" that's what she said to me at the time. the discussion eventually ended. i did not go back to church for even once after that. and to this day, i am still sorry for not fulfilling what my grandmother has wanted for me. one of the kindest souls ive ever met in my life, and yet i cannot fulfill her wish.

onto depression: and again, back when i was a kid, i was recognized as a 'talented student' (i kinda hate that words lol), getting good grades in primary definitely inflated my ego, which only made the fact that i couldnt keep up in secondary all the more heartbreaking, to myself and my parents. the secondary school i was in had this system of 'elite classes', basically you get good grades, have a top enough position among your peers and you're in an elite class for the next year, without really any practical difference from the 'normal classes'. me, having nice grades in primary, was in an elite class for the first year of secondary but immediately got dropped out in the next year coz of bad grades (dead last in the class). my father was furious coz of this and refused to talk to me for six months after that. the academic stress eventually led to depression, though i only found out through talking with the social worker at school + online self-diagnosis, which is... cringe idk a better word :p

the depression persisted throughout my secondary years. i was constantly struggling under local educational system, and i recall my class teacher saying to me that i'd perform better overseas, and though that was out of wanting better for me, i felt powerless because my family financially could not and was not willing to support me studying in a foreign country. fast forward a few years, big political stuff happened here, and many of my friends left the country with their family before the last year of secondary. im ok at socializing so i do have a bit of friends in my grade but my BEST friends that were in my class left, and a huge sense of being abandoned took over, especially when i thought we were going to be taking on the open examination (it determines whether you get admitted into uni or not, it's made a SUPER huge deal here. the 3 years of senior secondary school you're going to be constantly reminded and thinking of it non-stop) together. seeing how much they're happier abroad compared to when they were here (easier curriculum and healthier education system), and of course myself, i got jealous. i wanted to be abroad too. i was so sick of waking up having close to no sleep, fighting the urge to fall asleep in class instead of actually learning, trying to take notes of the teachers' words but failing, ending up writing gibberish while dreaming (just looked it up, it's called hypnagogic hallucinations? first time hearing that phrase lol) even though i only fell asleep for seconds. i especially remember a day at school when they were promoting mental health, showed us a microfilm about suicide and it just triggered something in me, i needed to take the light rail to get home after school, so there i was standing on the platform. as the train came close, i could hear my heart pounding, wondering if i should jump and end it all. i was not brave to do it at the end, but the image is forever burned into my brain. fast forward a few weeks and i overshared with the social worker like i always do, she called my parents and we all went to a mental health clinic and I finally got professionally diagnosed with depression.

months after that i took the open exam. had awful results so didn't get admitted into uni. i didnt know what to do at that point so i just rotted at home for days. my mom was the one who did all the research for me (i love my mom sm), attending talks about other potential degrees and that got me to stop sitting on my ass (mostly out of shame coz i didn't want my mom to have to worry about me instead of attending to her own work) and pursued an associate degree.

that's about it for academic stuff. onto my personal life: I love gaming, it is probably the only hobby that has stuck with me for my entire life. i tried badminton, table tennis, swimming, taekwondo, but i stopped doing those due to one reason or another. when I had my first actually functional pc at ~15 yo, i started playing online games on it and realized i didn't have stable internet connection and that has always messed with my mental because i'd lose coz the delay + lag spikes. things got even worse after we moved because now we're in more secluded spot, with worse internet reception. I wanted to stream myself gaming, but cannot do that consistently, given the circumstance. i also hang out with friends online through discord, we are really ALL over the world (NA, EU, etc. I am from Asia) but i am always the one lagging in games or in vc (i cant even screenshare consistently). these further pushes me into jealousy, how everyone can access the internet to their hearts' content and im stuck here, self-conscious about lagging.

and the part i'd least want to share: my sexuality. don't get me wrong, i am very proud for being bisexual/queer, but i am kinda hypersexual, which leads to me making hot-headed decisions when im interested in someone. as long as they do not show signs of wanting me to stop, i can be flirty with anyone who is friendly to me and i kinda hate that part about myself. i have not dated anyone in my life aside a brief online relationship, so i think im just desperate for a romantic partner.

(this paragraph is going to contain details that is borderline SA/r*pe, please skip ahead if you are not comfortable.) my first sexual interaction was when I was 17, I graduated high school, was working part-time at the time and decided to get a gay dating app. lied about being 18 and a guy messaged me asking if i'd like to chill at his place, i made sure to tell that i was not going to do anal with him (coz im a virgin and would have liked to hold my V card still), the guy agreed and me being naive, trusted him. when i was there the next day, we chatted and after some time he invited me onto his bed, and i ended up giving him a blowjob. he asked if he could put it in me 2-3 times and kept on asking after i denied him the previous time. when he finally asked the final time, i was too scared and gave in. he then did it to me without any form of protection. immediately after that hookup, i regret ever doing that and i was VERY VERY stupid to have done that. so whether you are straight or queer (especially if you're young), please do not trust strangers like i did, you can be taken advantage of too easily.

my second sexual interaction was with an online friend, i travelled abroad to meet him and we spent a week together. it was a very pleasant experience since he was so kind to me and took care of me in a lot of ways. i didn't expect to crush on him after i returned, but i did. and as i expected, he didn't return the same feelings. we remained friendly after that and i learnt that he's going to travel to another country to meet up with another person (basically what I did with him). months after he returned, i learnt that they are now dating. the thought that he's had sex with another person and him choosing them over me in both a sexual and romantic way makes me so jealous, which i realize is so so pathetic of me but i just can't help it. i suppose only time will heal.

ok this is going to be the last paragraph, but this is causing me more stress than negative emotion. now that I've finished pursuing my associate degree, I'll be starting a full-time job. and in November, i'll be applying for a work permit to canada. if it does get accepted in the future, i'll be working for a year there and apply for PR once i fulfill the requirements. i've told my parents about it. but this also means that i'll have to leave close to everyone in my life behind- my family, my friends, to go to a country I've never been to. it's going to be tough. i already know it. and i just don't know how well i'll be faring against the loneliness, knowing how insecure and unwell my mental can be. but i really hope to live in a place where i dont have to constantly look behind my back for words i type on the internet, or wearing a primarily black outfit in public. and also, be proud of my sexuality and be respected for who i am.

trying to untangle these emotions is hard because as i said, i spiral very easily and they get mixed into one big blob of negative emotions so i really have to think hard to recall each specific events. i hope if someone does see my vent, they do find my experience interesting/helpful/inspiring even?idk. but i was mainly doing this for me. like i said, to note down what is causing me to feel insecure and fragile so that i can hopefully feel better/forget all these in my future life.

[beanjang-draws]

Im gonna nerd out with the thoughts I’ve had while making this update for a second excuse me

Celestia

She isn’t doing well here like…at all. Major calamities are hitting her kingdom one after another and she is TIREDDD and this, among other things maybe, are affecting how she’s been thinking. As she’s dealing with more extreme scenarios, she feels forced to make more extreme decisions. As burned out as she is, at her heart, she just wants her ponies to be safe.

Sunburst and Moondancer

Sunburst and Moondancer are both former students of Celestia’s school for gifted unicorns who got scouted to work on a project figuring out what this new sickness is.

Sunburst excels in theoreticals. Got a spell on the tip of your tongue but for the love of Celestia you can’t figure it out? Sunburst is your guy. Despite that, he is not actually a strong spell caster and the shame he felt from his performance made him drop out.

Moondancer on the other hoof is a powerful unicorn with a great output capacity. She’s less intuitive than say, Twilight, but the fact that the best comparison for her is a pony whose special talent is literally magic goes to show how high her potential is. She just withdrew from most of society because she felt incredibly rejected by her friend ghosting her.

Both of them are pretty insecure, but really they just needed a push to continue their work. Being selected by the princess for an important secret project is enough of an honor to jumpstart them both. Being a largely research-focused environment, Sunburst can show off his knowledge while avoiding triggering his inferiority complex surrounding spell casting (for now) and Moondancer is forced to be a team player and give workplace pleasantries if not outright friendship a chance. Essentially, they both benefit from a sense of purpose.

I thought putting them in a situation together would be good for both of them, and i definitely have plans for them in the future.

Flash Sentry

Flash is a talented up and coming member of the Royal Guard. Despite being younger than most of his fellow guard, Flash has benefited from his youthful passion. He’s fiercely loyal, and so far being outspoken and perhaps a little overzealous has been either rewarded or seen as charming by others.

However, on the quaint streets of Canterlot, there’s rarely a chance to see how your everyday attitudes might serve you during more intense scenarios. All of the guard have the Changeling invasion and Princess kidnappings fresh on their minds, and it has younger guards like Flash more riled up than usual.

Flash acted on how he felt, and he wasn’t feeling anything typical to the world of candy colored ponies. The dangers of having an armed guard who isn’t used to high intensity situations are shown briefly in his inappropriate intimidation of poor Lyra. Perhaps this is a reflection of how used to peacetime the guards have gotten…

This is all to say, ACAB, even in pony land.

Lyra Heartstrings

She was a volunteer who submitted herself to testing and screening for this research study. She definitely to NOT sign up for all of this….anyways did you catch that she and Bonbon have a cute little kid?? Hopefully this fact will distract you from the fact that I made her a Pegasus because I totally didn’t forget she’s a unicorn in the show—

Fleur de Lis

When I saw that she got voted into this episode I knew I wanted her to be one of the stretchy long horses that are everywhere in infection aus.

In-show Fleur is long-legged and elegant, constantly in motion. Which makes sense, since she’s a super model. I pictured her infection form to be this overly lanky figure moving towards me in a dark hall lit by a flickering light, her pose changing every time the light comes back on. Like a less fun horse rave.

In addition to her painfully long limbs, she has a lot of irritation going on in her skin and her eye, which is all swollen and cloudy. Despite all that, she’s trying to find Fancy. He came by often to visit her, and ended up getting sick himself. He decided to join the research study in support of Fleur, but that meant seeing her less. She really just wants to check up on him.

Plague Ponies - Duty-Bound

CONTENT WARNING: Blood (minor), violence, body horror

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Summary:

Shortly after recovering from the Plundervine attack, Celestia is readjusting her methods of protecting Equestria...

Having grown increasingly distrustful of herself and those around her, Celestia has taken to running things on her own again. She needs to remove any risk, even when it might take a familiar shape. In the midst of this process, things are breaking down at Canterlot Hospital and the guards stationed there have requested intervention--immediately.

Transcript below:

Title Page:

Plague Ponies Episode 6: "DutyBound"

Shortly after recovering from the plundervine attack, Celestia is readjusting her methods of protecting Equestria...

Content Warnings: blood and violence, body horror, disease mention

Comic Start

Celestia, thinking: What a quiet morning..

As she is lowering the moon and raising the sun for the day, Celestia is startled by the fiery arrival of a letter.

Celestia, thinking: Another letter...

Seeing Twilight's mark on the wax seal, Celestia's expression softens.

Celestia, thinking: Oh, it's from Twilight! Certainly a welcome change of pace...

Twilight's letter reads:

"Dear Princess Celestia,

I have begun preparing Ponyville for mass contagion as you have instructed. Construction of the experimental facilities are nearly complete, and I am gathering information on pre-existing infrastructure historically used in Ponyville in times of health crisis.

Granny Smith has shared with me an account of past protocols used during times of sickness. I intend to continue to work with the insight of everypony here.

We now have confirmation that a majority of Ponyville harbored an early version of the sickness. Although we assume that the wave of magic from The Tree of Harmony cleansed most of the residents...the small amount of remaining infections remain yet unaccounted for.

Participants to undergo observation have been selected, and testing is expected to run smoothly. Will an official statement be made soon? I believe patients may cooperate more readily when presented with more information.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle"

Celestia lets out a sigh as she finishes reading Twilight's letter. She sends out a pre-written response letter and heads to the throne room. Upon entering, she uses alicorn magic on the throne to reveal a spiral staircase descending far below the castle.

Celestia's reply to Twilight reads: "Dear Twilight Sparkle,

For now, continue as you have done and keep the peace. In the wake of the recent Changeling invasion and the return of The Crystal Empire, keeping the peace is our priority.

I leave the continued care of The Elements of Harmony and The Tree of Harmony to you. I wish your princesshood had started during more peaceful times, but I know you and your friends are well-equipped to handle them.

Yours,

Celestia"

Celestia, thinking: Twilight, at least, can be trusted. What dark times these are, that nopony can be trusted--not even those dearest to us...

Celestia hesitates before entering a lit room at the end of the underground passageway.

Celestia Hello "Luna".

Luna stares up at Celestia from low on the ground. Her front legs and wings are restrained by chains. Black anti-magic crystals grow from her primary horn.

Luna: Sister, you must release me! Think of our subjects!

Celestia: Luna would understand that is precisely why I do this.

Luna: Sister, you are unwell...you cannot continue this way on your own--

Celestia: Silence.

Celestia uses her magic to raise Luna up. It seems to cost her a lot of effort as beads of sweat roll off of her body. She does not the dark curls of magic slinking by Luna's legs.

Celestia: I have been the sole guardian of Equestria for a thousand moons. I will not compromise the safety of my ponies. Not even for this. Changeling.

Luna hangs limply in the air, held up by the restraints on her wings.

Luna: It is you who are compromised. Your judgement grows hasty.

Celestia: Enough--

Luna: The gazes of your subjects you so thrived beneath...have become a burden to your addled mind.

Celestia: How dare you...

Before either of the sisters can say more, a letter arrives in a burst of flame.

Celestia: A letter from The Royal Guard...

Sunburst and Moondancer are in a storage closet. There is banging coming from the other side of the door.

Sunburst: I'm sure help is coming soon...we've just got to sit tight and stay calm!

Moondancer: You've said that for the past hour and a half now at least.

A particularly loud "CRACK" startles both ponies.

Moondancer: Can't I get one second to think?

Moondancer leaps to her feet and braces her hooves against the door, lighting her horn. Sunburst watches in both fascination and alarm. There's a flash of light, and a pink bubble now covers the door, blocking out all the noise.

Sunburst, thinking: To think, she'd cast a sustained spell just for some peace and quiet...

Moondancer: I know it's a little excessive...but I really needed a break from the noise. I'm normally on the analytics team so I'm used to...quieter environments.

Sunburst: I don't think any of us are used to hiding in a storage closet during a biohazard breach...but your barrier is definitely helping.

Sunburst: It's funny, we've been in the same project this whole time and I had no idea you were such a skilled spell caster! Silencing spells are so complicated, and this one is so stable--

Moondancer: It's not that hard once you've done it a few times. But um, thanks.

Moondancer awkwardly adjusts her glasses to brush off the praise. Sunburst doesn't really know what to say.

Sunburst: Ah, anyways, Moon Dancer, right? How are you at layering spells?

Moondancer: I've been doing it since I was a filly, why?

Sunburst: How familiar are you with magnetism spells?

Celestia and two Royal Guards are flying to the hospital. One of the guards is Flash Sentry.

Celestia: Report!

Flash Sentry: The quarantine zone was overrun at around sunrise. We were forced to lock down the laboratory.

Celestia: "Overrun"?

Flash Sentry: The patients have become...aggressive. All but two of the researchers have been evacuated.

Celestia: Contact with patients must be a last resort. Retrieving the researchers is priority.

They arrive at the hospital and find flashes of light coming from the windows.

Guard 1: That light...! It must be the researchers. None of the patients are able to use magic in their current state.

Celestia: I will lead. Avoid coming to blows if you can. I would like there to be little harm inflicted here today.

Both guards: Yes, your Majesty!

Celestia looks grim. She is still sweating quite a bit, clearly not at her best.

Celestia, thinking: I should never have entrusted this project to external facilities...I'm sorry for endangering you, my little ponies.

Celestia: Prepare to--what...

Celestia looks up in bewilderment to see the two missing researchers floating in pink bubbles. Sunburst is putting a haggard looking Fancy Pants to sleep.

Moondancer, whispering: Princess!

Sunburst, whispering: Please, ah, watch your step!

Moondancer: We've been putting patients into a magical sleep as we find them.

Celestia: And the two of you are alright?

Moondancer: It's been a strange day in the lab for sure...luckily Sunburst here had the idea to combine bubbles of silence and a gravity reversal spell so we didn't have to stay trapped in a storage closet. Who knows how long it would have taken for us to be discovered!

Sunburst: It wouldn't have been much of a plan if there weren't a spell caster capable of pulling it off!

Moondance: Oh please, this isn't much--Woah!

Moondancer and Sunburst are surprised as something zooms by.

Flash Sentry: Princess, watch out!

Lyra Heartstrings slams into a wall close to everyone. Flash Sentry moves instinctively to shield Celestia. Before anyone else can react, he has a spear pointed at Lyra.

Flash Sentry: Halt! You are charged with unruly flying in the presence of the princess. Put away your wings and come with us quietly...

Lyra Heartstrings: Run!

Flash Sentry looks over his shoulder to see an unrecognizable Fleur De Lis contorting herself through the halls Lyra had just flown from.

Lyra, quietly: Stay silent...she can't see us.

End transcript.

[girlblocker]

someone is talking about better call saul warrior cats au in my notes rn

[bubupop]

random little things you’ve given them that make them a little too happy.

i, once again, im guilty of writing at unholy hours,,,,

It was random as fuck, still, he cherished the cute little rock you had painted and left on his desk as a ‘lucky charm’ and a paperweight. He dared not to move it since you plopped it there, even pushing stuff away for the comfort of the rock. He also likes staring at it, the art in it is wobbly and, if he’s honest with himself, a little ugly. Yet he still adores it to pieces. It reminded him of you, and he would sometimes rub the rock like a pet when he was thinking or cooling down after getting mad and, surprisingly, it did clear his mind and gave him a little luck. Great job, MC, you’ve made Lucifer as weird as you!

The corpse of an already eaten candy ring. The Mammon, the Avatar of Greed himself kept it in his desk and would fidget with it randomly through the day. He had walked on you eating it and you offered it to him, he called you disgusting and you shrugged. However, his eyes never left the candy in your hands so you stopped licking it, grabbed his hand into yours and asked him to marry you. He may or may not have combust then and there. Was it still gross? Yeah. Did he refuse to give the ring back? Also yeah. So you bit the candy and left him with the corpse, he whined but went to wash the leftover stickiness out of the ring and now feels all giddy when he looks at it.

Stickers on his bedroom door. You spend a good chunk of your time with him in his room, so it wasn’t weird that, eventually, you left signs of you being there often. Some clothes, random sketchbooks, cds and dvds among other stuff that Levi deems is owned between you both. Yet out of all of those things, he must admit the stickers are his favorite, they were of a couple of cute animals (sanrio style) holding hands and when you planted them there you had giggled as you said “it’s us.” When he is in low spirits he just looks at the stickers for strength and it works like charm.

A ridiculously cute notebook. It has a cute kitten with a pink bow and glitter as the cover and it even has a page full of stickers. It was rather hilarious to see the Wrath incarnate walking around RAD with such a cute notebook in hand. Not even an ounce of shame in his demeanor. You had heard he needed a new notebook and you couldn’t help yourself, it was half sincere and half as a joke but seeing him actually using it made you beam. Satan cherishes said notebook dearly, being aware that it was a joke he still went on to use it as, you know, a way to assert dominance but he became quite fond of the kitten in the cover. Whenever there is a dull moment in class he’d just stare at it and smile. Thank you, MC.

A cute plastic hairpin. Asmo was on cooking duty and you walked in the kitchen that day, like a fool, and he refused to let you go and whined for company. You, being an enabler to his baby behavior, agreed. He was gushing on a new bunch of cosmetics he was going to receive soon to review as he moved the food around in the pan to prevent burning, but his hair decided to be annoying that day and as he kept blowing it out of his face you took pity on him and used your pin to keep his bangs away of his eye. He did complain that you were ruining his hair but almost cried when you tried to take the pin again. Needless to say you never got your pin back.

A wrinkly sheet with a doodle on it. During a boring study session you began doodling random stuff on your notebook but you erased a little too hard and wrinkled the paper. You almost cried. It took you a lot of time to draw that circle, too, and you wanted to give it to Beel but it was ruined now. He patted your back and as you confessed your plans he smiled and took the draw. MC, he would gladly drink poison if it was from your hands. He adores and keeps every little thing you give him. Notes in class, sticky notes with doodles, pens, you name it. 

As always, you never learn your lesson and you let Belphie borrow some of your erasers. They were the cute type, too! Shaped as tiny hearts and flowers. He chuckled and teased you when he saw them and you threatened to take them so he snatched it right out of your hand. Ok, rude. And that was the last time you saw them. If you ask for them back he’d say he lost them but they’re on his nightstand. He messes with them sometimes, rolling them around and poking them. They remind him of you and he actually likes them quite a lot.

it is always the little things.

[otgwbgyu]

kay so basically this is what sarah’s mom said onfacebook regarding me and my friends. yep.

like okay subtweeting us on a social media platform where we won’t even know abt it and continuing to shame r parents when it’s obvious UR the one who needs shaming! 😹😹 leave the gossiping in highschool no one gives a SHITTT

one scroll through my account and it is clear that i am NOTTT the problem lady (nor r any of my friends but proof for that will come later!)

my only issue with sarah was not only her inability to take a joke and philosophical/analytical nature but the fact she saw me as competition in academics and style

she constantly demeaned my own abilities to make hers seem better and would make a point to brag abt her study skills and allat to me personally

and it wasn’t only in academics IT WAS THROUGH STYLE. THROUGH STYLE

tell me why this year she decides to pink everything up, put cute stickers on everything, and all of a sudden CLAIM mymelody as her own??? like EXCUSE ME????

ngl take inspo off me im flattered or wtv but jesus christ it was like looking in a mirror sometimes

it’s a shame she couldn’t copy my personality idk if it’d make it any better completely that’s up for others to decide but definitely would’ve made it better in certain areas!!!

like pink is MY thing my melody is MY thing u can develop ur style however u want but don’t go around trying to impersonate me and take shticks away from me that have been mine for YEARS

you’ll never be a young child year old with a pink and purple bedroom obsessed with girly things with a tomboy mom and sister who thinks she’s a tomboy and a dad who is a man struggling to express her girliness bc no one in the family has or wants experience in that

i’m girly i like makeup i like pink i like my melody but i like them in a way you’ll never understand

idc if i’m being petty or gatekeeping or being a bitch i finally find comfort in expressing my style only for u to pick it up and make a cheap copy off of it and try to dethrone me like NOOO BITCH i’m not even gonna offer to share

like thx for taking inspo ill gladly have that happen but when u try to claim it as ur own and put yourself in a position that it makes it look like i either copied YOU or im not as girly as u then that’s when the issues arises

and oh my god she was SO fucking condescending like sooo condescending

she always bragged abt her studious habits and acted like a fucking teachers pet know it all

mrs engle was passive towards u BC SHE DGAFFF. NO ONE DOES. WAKE UP. IM SICK OF HOES LIKE U IM SO DONEEE

am i obsessively stupids? hell yeah. but for the same reasons as sarah? hell NO

it’s obvious she behaves that way to give herself a sense of superiority and through that she gains confidence and motivation in striving to do better than everyone else instead of wanting to succeed for her own good

she speaks with a fancy and advanced vocabulary to sound smart and intimating especially in discussions (particularly ones that started out as light-hearted that she turned srs)

i get studious and form strict study habits because i have extreme anxiety over my future and crave academic validation from adults and people who will be defending my future and even myself. i strive to succeed for myself since i want to get through life smoothly and have a way to support myself while also pursuing something i love (meteorology!!)

i speak in an advanced vocabulary bc that’s how i’ve always been. i have a mom who went to college and works in a field that requires her to be word-savvy and that reflects into her daily life therefore impacting me since i grew up attached to her hip basically. i talk like this bc of the way i was raised and out of habit, not to make others feel dumb or intimidated. and at least im actually self aware and still try to tone it down to not appear that way

she was rlly so convinced she was morally superior than everyone but no ur the opposite

and her constant talk abt calories and nutrition always irked me and made me feel sooo uncomfortable and i think why is very obvious by ONE small peek at this account ☺️☺️ like i get wanting to pursue.a healthy lifestyle good for u man i’m proud of u and ur weight loss journey but it seemed like it made her feel superior to everyone and she just HAD to voice it. like openly saying “that has too many calories” and counting calories out LOUD to ppl who r eating the same exact food? evil shit. like idc what ur intentions r bc nobody would do that unless they’re trying to seem healthier and make others feel guilty. the evilest shit u can do is make ppl feel insecure abt their body/intake when it’s obvious u needed that ur entire life

and she’d always make me feel bad abt mine? like it’s obvious i’m not the skinniest but im not FAT…. like girl believe it or not im 102 lbs😭 (my weight fluctuates from 100-105 lbs regularly it’s SO strange) idc if i don’t look like it i just have unfortunate fat distribution THAT U WENT OUT OF UR WAY TO MAKE FUN OF DESPITE KNOING I WAS ISNECURE

u pinched my cheeks chin and upper arms KNOWING. KNOWING I WAS ISNECURE ABT THOSE!!! i’ve literally cried over that shit and u still have the audacity to do all that. insecure ass bitch projecting ur own insecurities onto me and making ME feel like shit

ur just mad ur bmi’s in a different TIMELINE than mine even tho im not super skinny

and she even made fun of my workout gear…. 😭 calling it weak ash. girl ik ur lifting 10lb bags of rice 10x before u devour the entire things and call it a day bc those biceps r SHITTT

like this is u but w fat okay pipe down

plus i only work out for health reasons bc MY ENTIRE LOWER BODY IS FUCKED UP!!! i’m gonna have chronic knee hip and ankle pain for the rest of my life unless i keep them strengthened!! and i even have an issue that’s impossible to fix that i’ll have to work around!! so stfu u don’t know shit abt my life. although maybe i dabble in weight loss workout a bit but it doesn’t take a lot and extreme equipment unlike u

and the fact she totally blew us off freshman year?? 😭😭 like girl do NOTTT try u tried it once in middle school bc u refused to believe ur bsf was toxic and victimized him and yourself and painted us as evil toxic villains but when u were all alone DESPITE us still reaching and including u especially when u we’re going thru shit BC WE (at least i did) GENUINELY LIKED U u ran crying back to us bc u had no friends and still needed company 🥰🥰 and ykw i WANT to let u off on this bc i don’t think ppl r required to stay friends with ppl for the rest of their lives but it’s the fact u left with NO communication and tried to COMPLEYELY ignore all of us?!?! like during orientation when u were the only person i knew in r group ofc id try to stick by u but u just blew me off?? and then i saw u talking to katelyn and others later??? like hello?????? and the fact katelyn and i r now closer than you’ve ever been LMAOO sucks to suck fuckass loser AND WE’RE NOT EVEN THAT CLOSE WE JUST FRIENDLY but wahh wahh u realized h can’t make new friends bc ur so unlikeable like clockwork u came running back to the only ppl who put up w ur shit and look where it got u. history alwaysss repeats itself huh. and the fact she randomly inserted herself back. no explanation, no apology, just acted like everything was gucci and cool LIKE???? mf u ignored us for monthsss and all of a sudden ur trying to act like ur part of the team…. make it make sense juseyo

and back to the bungee situation…. not her trying to tell me how to feel abt bungee LMAOOO

THAT MF MADE ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF SLASH SRS SLASH GEN I DO NOOOOT GAF ABT HOW HE WOULD FEEL IF HE HEARD ALK THE SHIT WE SAID BEHIND HIS BACK 😭😭😭

he made me and so many others feel miserable for yearsss he can take a couple of comments and teasing he’ll never hear dw abt him 😭 and when she’d play along w the fat jokes like ouh throwing stones in glass houses i see

it’s just so fucking astounding that she rlly thought she could tell me to consider the feelings of a sick bully who never once had the compassion to feel abt mine even tho we were friends for 2 years. baffling. like y r u defending someone we dropped AGES AGOOO over ME. SOMEONE WHO HAS SHOWED U NOTHING BUT KINDNESS AND RESPECT. SOMEONE WHO IS STILL A GREAT FRIEND WHO TOLERATES UR BULLSHIT.

ugh and not her arrogance. this kinda goes hand in hand w her condescending attitude. but like she used to be so meek and shy and like that made me sad i wanted to see her express herself i wanted to see her be more comfortable but it seems like she did gain some confidence but took it too far. u give them an inch they’ll go a mile ig

i even wrote a poem for my summer reading abt her LMAOOO i compared her to icarus bc she rlly did fly too close to the sun w all that huh 😓😓

and the fact she was actively pushing me away and honestly did not gaf abt me for the last couple of months we were friends lmao

she came running to me to find peace as if r dm’s weren’t a barren wasteland bc she didn’t bother to respond to my texts or continue conversations yet would jump to respond to ANY notification from the gc as long as it wasn’t me (and weirdly rissa. idk why sarah didn’t like her either ill have to think abt that. maybe she saw her as a threat somehow bc rissa is basically the one who woke everybody up😭)

but yeah i made an entry/post abt a specific event where i responded to something and she was soo unenthusiastic but when i think ava responded she was sooo excited and joyous and full of glee and whimsy i just had to laugh bc at least don’t make it look obvious lmfaoo

and the fact she brushed off the anniversary art 🫠 like ok not only is it art that takes a LONG time to do and was quite literally a GIFT for u but i created that thing while actively hating ur guts u should be grateful it’s at least decent bc i could’ve just straight up have not done it 😊 and i was close to! if only i knew ur ungrateful ass wouldn’t be phase one single bit. bc of that every piece of poetry you’ve written is trash and mediocre at best and u should give that dream up and live ur life working in a cubicle from 9-5 calling random ppl to sell a product while barely making enough to support yourself

it’s like she knew i still liked her bc i was the only one who actively reached out to her when she tried to separate herself both times and was there for me when she was in the psych ward and stuff but once she realized she successfully got back in she didn’t need to use me as a link and could live on her own. she’s like a nasty parasite who took advantage of my kindness and pity and when she didn’t need it anymore she pushed me away to get closer to others who were more “cool” and ppl she knew she wasn’t that close with

basically: she hated my guts and saw me as competition for whatever reason, and i hated her as well! making it mutual! this friendship was destined to fail the minute her ego skyrocketed and idk if it’s salvageable at all. everytime i see her i still get so angry and feel all the emotions i did any time she made a snarky remark or tried to pull some of her typical shit

in conclusion FUCK SARAH!!! FUCK ALL THAT!!!!

fuq all dat “silent treatment” and “lack of communication

[delicrieux]

—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”. 

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing.  word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie​:  y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note��akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist

You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!” 

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth. 

queen rly went from  🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing. 

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.” 

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live 

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜 

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall. 

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets. 

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout. 

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times  u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

[wizardimagines]

jealousy, part 2, draco x reader

pairing: draco malfoy x reader word count: 1,6k summary: you and ron becomes closer as you help him study, draco doesn’t take this new relationship well. a/n: here you guys go !! part 2 of jealously,, i’m in shock as to how many of u liked part one !! i’ve gotten such amazing feedback and it makes me super happy so thank u so so much <3 i’m gonna be completely honest tho and let u guys know im really unhappy with this one , i feel like it could be a lot better and i might actually rewrite it at some point . but hopefully it’s somewhat ok, enjoy !! <3 READ PART 1 HERE

warnings: TW !!! mentions psychical abuse

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The following week was exhausting. You hadn’t seen Draco for a couple of days, doing everything you could to actively avoid him. The truth was you were scared. You were terrified, to say the very least. You had no clue what to say to him at this point, afraid that you were just going to make him even more upset than he already was. You didn’t even know if you two were a couple anymore, and the thought of it made your heart shatter into a million pieces.

You also distanced yourself from Ron. You knew the whole situation happened because of your friendship with Ron, and the only solution you could come up with was simply to stop being friends with Ron. He had approached you multiple times, asking you if you were free and wanted to go study, but you had declined each offer. You felt absolutely terrible, you truly did like Ron and you enjoyed spending time with him. But you knew your relationship with Draco was more important than any friend you had and at this point, you’d give up everything to fix your relationship.

It felt so hopeless. You skipped every class you had with the blond boy, you didn’t even dare look his way whenever you walked into the great hall to eat breakfast, petrified of your eyes meeting his icy ones. Today was no different. Everyone was in class, everyone but you. You knew you would have to face Draco sooner or later, today was just not the day. You were sitting in the library, trying your best to distract yourself by reading a book. However, it wasn’t going too well. You couldn’t focus on any of the words and your thoughts kept wandering off, thinking about other things. Suddenly, a warm hand was placed on your shoulder, making you snap out fo your thoughts. ‘’Why aren’t you in class, Y/N?’’ A similar voice said behind you, making you turn around so you could see who the person was. In front of you stood Ron. ‘’Ron,’’ You let out, feeling somewhat relieved it was only Ron. You shut the book close as the red-haired boy sat down in the chair next to you. ‘’You scared me.’’ You chuckled lightly, looking down at your lap where your hands were resting. ‘’Sorry about that,’’ Ron answered. ‘’But why aren’t you in class?’’ He repeated himself. 

You didn’t know what to tell him. You knew it wasn’t a secret that you were avoiding Draco, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. ‘’I just,’’ You started, biting your bottom lip nervously. You were still staring at your hands,  nervously playing with them. You just couldn’t bring yourself to look at the boy in front of you. ‘’I have to go.’’ You blurted out, quickly standing up. ‘’Y/N! Wait,’’ Ron let out behind you, standing up as well. ‘’What’s going on with you?’’ Worry lingered in his voice, and you couldn’t blame him.

You felt your bottom lip starting to tremble. That was when you noticed the tears that were welling up in your eyes, making you shut them close to prevent the tears from hitting your cheeks. ‘’Whatever it is that’s going on, I’m here for you, you know?’’ He said, placing his hand on your shoulder once again. You took a deep, shaky breath as you turned around and fell straight into his arms. You could tell he was surprised, but quickly wrapped his arms around you. You let the tears fall silently down your cheeks. ‘’Hey, it’s okay,’’ He mumbled as he stroke your back using one of his hands, the other one holding the back of your head. ‘’I think Draco broke up with me,’’ You quietly whispered into his shoulder, tears still falling from your eyes. ‘’Bloody hell Malfoy,’’ Ron muttered under his breath, pulling you closer to him.

At this point, you didn’t even care about the whole ignoring Ron thing you had planned to keep until you fixed things with Draco. The feeling of someone holding you and being there to comfort you finally made you feel a little bit better. Ron’s warm hands were nothing compared to Draco’s cold, lanky hands but it didn’t matter at this point. ‘’I’ll walk you to your dorm,’’ He mumbled as he pulled away from the hug, spotting your tear-filled face. He slowly wiped the tears away using his thumbs, making you nod. ‘’You can start walking, okay? I just need to go get my things and then I’ll catch up with you.’’ He said, giving you a small smile. You nodded once again, giving him half a smile.

The halls were empty. You weren’t complaining though, you didn’t want anyone to see you like this; like a crying mess. You slowly walked down the hall, taking your time as you looked out each window you passed. The weather had somewhat cleared up, dark clouds still covering the sky. ‘’Y/N?’’ A voice suddenly called out, making you turn your head to the side. And there he was. His eyes were dark, not the usual bright blue color they always used to be. As soon as your eyes met his, your heart dropped. You felt your throat tighten up as you felt completely paralyzed. You felt your eyes widen as you suddenly realized that you had to get away, quickly. You turned around, quickly making your way down the hall without saying a word to the blond boy. ‘’No, wait!’’ He shouted behind you, grabbing your wrist.

Your wrist. The same wrist he had grabbed that night. The same wrist that now had a bright red mark from his tight grip. You felt the pain shot up your arm, making your eyes well up with tears once again as you cried out in pain. You quickly snatched your wrist away, holding it with your other arm as you bit your lower lip in pain. Draco looked at you in confusion before looking down at your arm, spotting the red mark. He felt the guiltiness and pain hit him all at once. His heart dropped as he realized it was him that had left that mark. ‘’Y/N,’’ He whispered, his facial expression softening. You quickly looked up at him, tears falling from your eyes as you took a shaky breath. He slowly reached out to you, making you jump. 

He froze. ‘’I’m not going to hurt you,’’ He let out, pain and shame lingering in his voice as his eyes teared up. ‘’Please don’t be scared of me, I would never hurt you,’’ He continued, shaking his head as a tear hit his cheek. Draco had never felt such pain. He had felt pain multiple times during his lifetime, but nothing could compare to the pain he was currently feeling. You just stood there, staring at the boy in front of you. You didn’t know what to say or do, so you just let the tears fall down your cheeks. ‘’I’m so sorry, please let me hold you,’’ He mumbled as he tried his best to hold back the rest of the tears, slowly walking towards you. You watched as he got closer to you, terrified of what could happen next. But Draco slowly put his arms around your waist, burying his head between your neck and shoulder. You felt a sob escape his lips.

‘’I’m so sorry,’’ He kept repeating it over and over again between sobs. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, you had never seen him in this state before. ‘’I don’t know what happened. I was just so angry,’’ He sobbed. ‘’But why?’’ You whispered back. ‘’Because I really thought I was losing you,’’ Draco responded. You slowly pulled away, Draco looking at you in fear as you did so. ‘’Please don’t go,’’ He whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. You grabbed his hands as you shook your head. ‘’I’m not leaving, Draco.’’ The boy in front of you closed his eyes as he grabbed onto your hands harder, like he was scared you were going to leave anyway. ‘’I’m so sorry for saying all those things,’’ He cried, pulling you back into a tight hug.

This time he placed his head on top of yours, placing one hand behind your head and the other one on your back. ‘’And I’m so incredibly sorry for hurting you like that,’’ He whispered. You pulled yourself closer to him, placing your head on his chest. You could hear his heart racing, as well as his shaky breath. ‘’I will never lay a finger on you again, I promise,’’ He continued, making you sigh. ‘’Please just hold me Draco.’’ You whispered, causing the taller boy to pull you closer to him immediately. You closed your eyes as a tear escaped from your eye, Draco pressing multiple kisses on top of your head.

You knew it would take a while to forgive Draco, but it didn’t matter. You were willing to do anything for him, just like he was willing to do anything for you. ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

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