#in person pyschic

[mswild1]

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[sativaasiren]

I had a very vivid flash of what I dreamt last night and now I know why I woke up in another puddle of sweat

[ink-stainedkiss]

You’re Nothing Special (AKA: Perfect)

- Kusuo Saiki

Synopsis: Today, Saiki is faced with the biggest challenge; going to your home. The pyschic isn’t sure what to expect, but in the end, he figures out more than he believed he would.

Guys I’m am so sorry for taking so long on the Pt.2. I fear I grew a writers block when writing Saiki, but also because I had no clue where to begin with the Reader being so boring (LMAO) so that’s why she has an average life, but she’s not a complete robot. Also, can you guys catch which Laufey song I was inspired by while writing this?

“Regular speaking.”

Regular thinking.

‘Saiki Speaking.’

Saiki Thinking

Warnings:None

Word Count: 1.6k

Pt.1 ᯓ★ Pt.2

Today was the day. Saiki was going to come over to your home to work on the project. He was more nervous than he would like to admit. He just didn’t want to mess up. It was too late to back down because he was walking through the icy winds, about a minute away from the address you had sent him. His mind raced with dooming thoughts. What if her parents barrage me with personal questions? I hope it’s not awkward. He shurred not at the cold weather, but the feeling of unpleasantness.

Before he knew it, the psychic was standing in front of your home. There was only one word to describe it. Average. Just the way Saiki liked it.

You opened the door, a blinding smile on your face as recognizable pink hair came into your view,”Saiki!” You said cheerfully,”I was wondering when you were going to show up.” Saiki softly smiled at your happiness, ‘I’m sorry, I forgot my coat at home and had to turn back.’ That’s a lie. He spent most of his time contemplating if he should go or text you and say he felt under the weather. You frowned at him, glancing past and noticing the flurry coating the sky,”Well come in, I don’t want you to freeze.”

That would likely never happen, but it was sweet you cared. He walked into your home, noticing the cleanliness of the place. There wasn’t a lot of decorations and it was easy to see you and your parents had just moved here. Even if, the psychic saw trinkets that showed off the love growing from this home. A tiny picture frame that held your child-like smile or a hung painting of your baby handprint that was worn down. Saiki took off his coat, placing it on the coat rack next to him, ‘You have a very cozy home.’

You gave him bewildered eyes,”Seriously? I think it looks pretty boring.” ‘Is that a bad thing?’ Your face showed how in thought you were about his question, and soon enough you smiled,” I’ve never thought about it that way,” Looking around, you started to see what Saiki was talking about,”I guess it isn’t.”

“Honey? Who’s at the door?” Oh no. You turn your head toward your mother, who had walked out of the kitchen,”Just my work partner,” Saiki freezes up as your mom’s gaze lands on him,”Oh! Is this Saiki?” Did you mention me before? The blush rising to your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by the psychic,”Yes, mom.”

A delighted look fell onto your mothers face as she stuck out a hand for him to shake,”It’s nice to meet you Saiki.” He nodded softly, shaking her hand, ‘It’s nice to meet you too. Thank you for inviting me over.’ Your mother glanced at you with an impressed look,”You should bring him over more often, Dear.” Your face flushes and you whip your head around to hide it,”Mom, please quit.” You give a desperate look towards Saiki and he quickly picks it up,”We are going to head up to my room.”

Your mother has a cheeky smirk on her face, one that makes you glare at her. Eventually, she drops her teasing and lets the two of you leave. You were finally alone and it looked like you had started on the project before Saiki even got to your home. You chuckled slightly at the sigh of your floor being covered in working tools. Notebooks, pencils and pens, sticky notes, and your laptop open,”Sorry, I just wanted to work ahead.” He shook his head, ‘I don’t mind. I’m glad you care about the project.’ Saiki could have easily done the work on his own, but he respected the fact that you weren’t…well a Nendo.

Saiki watched as you dropped to the floor, getting comfortable on the wood tiles,”You can work on my bed if you want or my desk.” Saiki glanced at the options, but ultimately sat down in front of you, ‘The floors fine.’ There was a split second where you just stared at him, an indistinct expression on your face. His brows creased and completely forgot to use his powers, instead quickly asking you, ‘What?’

You shook your head in amusement,”You’re just something else Saiki.” Am I supposed to take offense to that? Seemingly reading his mind, you continued,”Not in a bad way, it’s just, most people at school they’re so loud and judgmental, but you’re not like them.” Saiki was very confused. Is it a good thing that he stuck out of the crowd? Maybe, if it meant you saw something good in him.

The day continued, the sun slowly sinking and making you turn on soft lights and candles. Somehow, you both moved to your bed and really the only thing running through your head was information that Saiki already knew. The teacher said five slides, so we can just split it evenly. I hope he’s not feeling uncomfortable. Should I speak up? But we are both working, I don’t want to-

‘Are you finding your own way around the school?’ Saiki wasn’t one to start a conversation, but you seemed to be overthinking, so he stepped in to help. There was a flash of surprise on your face, but it was gone in a blink of an eye, replaced by a light grin,”Mhm! I’m honestly shocked I haven’t gotten lost and the teachers are super nice.” He nodded along, ‘What about the other students?’

Saiki felt an odd sense in his chest as a downcast expression landed on your face, clearly it wasn’t good. To distract yourself, you typed away on your computer,trying to act unmoved by his question,”It’s fine. I think our classmates only like people who have an interesting story.” A faux laugh sounded from you,”It feels like if you're not making a scene, then nobody really cares.” The psychic's brow furrowed at your words. I wish people saw you the way I do.

Clearing your throat, you tried to air out the awkwardness you brought in and played it off,”That’s really my fault, maybe I should have lied and said I’m the child of a billionaire.” If you would have said something like that, then I wouldn’t have tried to be your friend. The work in front of you two was slowly being abandoned and now you were leaning on your wall, staring at the open space ahead,”I think I’m only feeling like this because I’m not different. I feel like the most boringest person.”

Saiki couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You made being average sound terrible, but to him that’s all he wanted. Biting the inside of his cheek, Saiki dared to press you further, ‘It might be you’re just new to school and people haven’t introduced themselves to you.’ You exhaled softly, sorrow detectable in your tone,”Yeah, but usually new kids are always being asked questions and being greeted by their classmates, but so far you're the only one who’s made an impact.” That’s sort of good to hear.

‘Would it help to hear, if I said I like the fact you aren’t different from the crowd?’ Your jaw dropped slightly. Did he really just say that? Did I really just say that? Saiki didn’t expect to hear you giggling, a genuine giggle,”Thank you, it does help.” You sighed, leaning your head back,”I’m glad I got to know you Kusuo.” Saiki had to ignore how his heart fluttered at the sound of his name on your lips.

For the rest of the night, you spoke on and on. Saiki was sure this was the longest conversation he’s ever held. You told more about your life and he saw a tiny spark ignite in your eyes. It was no shocker to say that you were beautiful, but Saiki thought that your personality shined ten times brighter. Soon enough, the talk died down and you had turned on a movie. The psychic believed he would finish the show then leave, but then something fell onto his shoulder. He whipped his head around, but his eyes softened when they landed on your sleeping face. Are you really that comfortable around me? Saiki closed your laptop carefully, hoping to not wake you, and sat there in silence.

Your breathing was calm, quiet, and soothing to Saiki’s ears. Unbeknownst to him, Saiki rested his head on top of yours, unsure if this was a dream. While you slept, Saiki started to stare. Hard. He didn’t want to sound like a pervert, but he believed you looked so beautiful right now. There was a sharp bolt of realization that hit the psychic. As he watched your sleepy state, he concluded that friendship wasn’t what he wanted with you. The feeling pounded against his racing heart. This had to be a joke. A trick? I’ve never felt like this. It was a lot for him to take in, but you managed to slip past the psychic's vision and found yourself creating a new space in his heart.

Along with this new feeling, Saiki also realized something else. The more you talked, the more he saw you weren’t a boring person. Sure, you weren’t attracting chaos and the center of attention, but you had a personality. And Saiki thought that was just as perfect. The psychic reached a hand out, a throw blanket placed on your chair rising from its spot and floating over. He let it fly up and slowly glided down, resting comfortably on the two of you. Instinctively, you scooted closer, wanting more warmth. Saiki looked over, a little smile creeping its way onto his features. While you were sleeping, Saiki fell in love.

[gazeofseer]

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 plot?

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Film Genre from a Pyschic : The Monochromatic Drama

You had quite extreme ends and beginnings in life where you have learnt the biggest lesson that destiny was a lie to even begin with and to end yourself for,

Because life is more than a goal, an idea a person or a place, especially for a person who has been blessed to witness changes of season through within.

You have changed a lot, you have very beautifully disciplined your inner child, it's not that you don't play anymore you do but now you choose what to and with whom you should spend your time.

The Next Plot : Is all about reaping and feeling overwhelmed by a set belief you carry which needs to move in pace with your life sometimes we buy a pet and tie it believing it won't runaway but it's nature seeks other ways.

You will learn how not to let control external factors to be pleased inside, you will learn to love those changes happened inside somewhere you feel why me? Have I done so bad that I have to go through all these? Do I deserve such a starving of void? (*Endless sighs )

Guidance : You changed your job, place, from a person, or by yourself which is feeling quite uncomfortable here and you are trying hard to get comfortable with it but change again scares you cut off this pattern and seek happiness in discomfort where thrill becomes the new happiness not peace, that you have attained in your mind now it's time to soothe your soul and let it pave you the way ahead.

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Film Genre from a Pyschic : Cinematic Hues

Finally, you have no regrets being where you what you have done so far, you are all ready to see life as it happens through you, God's child.

Who eye rolls and bickers with angels alot and judges strangers to the hell and back and forth..

Well you have quite well addressed your mistakes and well paved the price for it that now you owe no such burdens and there is a sense of relief within you forming this expansive peace of safety, assurance and love from the divine itself.

The Next Plot : I here, I knew it, I saw it I expected it you may have that sight to what's coming but for where you are going getting lost seems like a form of isolation to you but you seek deep down a normal life where you can talk to a anyone, do whatever you want and actually not regret it. Everyone told you what's Wrong because they can't see what could be right for themselves. You will have a self confrontation a major change probably which can make you go in tears where you will free yourself from this injected thoughts, emotions, and framed intentions which are not at all yours.

Guidance : Take it slow, change is most tempting when you know it's for good lessons must be learnt by living through it not sliding and churning into it you need to know that you are already free but not within yourself and once you are is when you will see what you have to do with it.

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Fim Genre from a Pyschic : Slow Burn Soul

Tired of trying so hard, so long almost years I see you have been working, doing this job facing the routines running on the pedestal of a marathon almost..

Running thoughts to errands to make needs and wants met, striving for each and penny that it hurts, it hurts so badly..that seems like a waste.

You feel stretched in every possible way that you fear that, you don't have the light, you don't have that fire within you, you have lost the plots into anxious hides inside the washroom to the backends of hours of work you keep nitpicking your entire life.

The Next Plot Twist : You won't believe, but yes it's a breakthrough where you will definitely change that one thing that actually was driving you nuts, all this will play out like dominoes in from of you and your decision will be the end and final one, your movie will begin with ends.

Guidance : Right after this breakthrough, you may carry the hurt too and I know you will stand tall because that is the reason you have been given this set of situations, because nobody does laugh as beautifully as you do especially when you rant and taunt. Things will take time because it needs to burn slowly to keep longing in the warmth of your own soul.

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[drea-ms]

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING by KUSUO SAIKI

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Inspired by Laufey's song "While you were sleeping", Kusuo Saiki falls in love with you at 3:30 am, he "hates" it ( spoiler; he does not )

warnings. pure fluff. ooc!saiki i think. corny and cheesy story i thought of at 12:47 am after thinking of the guy i like. mentions of yn. grammar mistakes. from saikis pov kinda. being in love. sweet fluff before all the angst (707 angst coming soon.) i just love saiki a lot :(.

The clock read 3:30 am, and the pink haired boy still couldn't sleep, so deep in his thoughts. But, what was he thinking about? Could it be a plan to become average and leave his friend group forever or the amount of noise there is in the middle of the night that the average person couldn't hear? or maybe it's the girl with [h/l] [h/c] hair. Probably the first one, or maybe it's the last one. It's definitely the last one.

He doesn't know how he began to think of you this late, one moment he was getting ready to sleep, the other, he was thinking of how pretty you would look if he wasn't a pyschic and without his powers. He hates how you left him in this position, while you were sleeping without a care in the world, Kusuo Saiki had just began to fall in love with you. He absolutely hates it (he doesn't. he's lying to himself again.)

He just hopes it's a one time thing, that your playing mind games with him (how is that possible??? he's a god damn psychic!!) and that when he does go to sleep, that it'll never happen again. Yeah, this is just a one time thing...

It's 9:76 am. Six hours after that predicament. And he was so wrong, since that night, he couldn't bring himself to sleep without the thought of you within him, each time he did try to sleep, you were in his dreams. One way or another,you started to appear in his daily thoughts more and more often. When he was getting ready for school, everything and everywhere he went and did, you were in his mind. Like a lost puppy you were following him around in his thoughts, he absolutely hates it. He hates how when he gets to school you're there and you're talking to your friends and spot him and wave at him with your dumb smile. He hates how after class you greet him and both of you hard to lunch, he hates how you know that he likes being alone and leave him to himself, knowing well enough that he doesn't mind being with you, even if it means he's sacrificing his own time just to be with you.

And he's back at square one, the clock ticking and the time is 3:30 am, thinking of you again, how candy can't compete with how sweet you are, that the way you smile might as well be on par with Teruhashi, how your kindness and friendliness can make someone's teeth fall out. Everything about you is on his mind, and while you're sleeping again, like a baby, he's falling more and more deeper in love with you.

Sweet and Kind YN LN stuck in Kusuo Saiki's head, and he's beginning to like it, he likes everything about you, he likes how you always get him coffee jelly, even though you don't like coffee. He likes how you try to get him away from his and yours friend group just for you and him enjoy the silence for a while, he loves loves loves the idea of being your boyfriend one day.

And maybe that idea might become true. He just hopes that when it does, the both of you will be in bed together awake at 3:30 am and in love.

VAL TALKS?!? back again :3 it's been a couple of weeks but i have school and i'm busy most of the time living life and going to school:) i wrote this because i was bored and start playing mystic messenger again and i thought of the guys i like :). i'm not sure i'm back for good, but i like writing and i have a 707 angst that's being brained stormed rn so i wanna focus on that and other stuff rather than just over work myself to point where writing isn't fun anymore to me:) it'll take some time for me to come back but i'll write and post every so often :) asks are open!! send me stuff of your favs!! especially mike from the fnaf i want to write him, so send requests!!

[eatmangoesnekkid]

Heartbreak is a natural human response to being hurt in your heart by a person, a system, or an experience. In other words, being in the experience of heartbreak, whether conscious or unconscious, is not "wrong" or "bad." But what's interesting is that heartbreak is not discussed enough in traditional healing spaces yet it is one of the greatest blockages that inhibit the flow of love and moving beyond a survival state. Healing the unresolved heartbreak lingering in your aura/electromagnetic field can be achieved when you spend some quality time in celibacy loving on yourself and preparing your body for intimacy with a new lover (lots of slow baths, slowing down, time in nature, grounding, journaling, cooking your own food, and the like) so that you when you start to date again, you lead with more self-love and self-worth, and not with heartbreak, fear, insecurity, or repression. You must have compassionate time with yourself to dearmour your heart from living through a deep state of trauma which is what heartbreak is. We don't realize that heartbreak is a healthy trauma response to experiencing emotional, physical or spiritual pain but the trauma of it that has to be unwind and released or it can easily impact our breast tissues over time. The heart and the breasts sit closely together for many incredible nourishing reasons. However, what happens to the heart naturally has impact on the breasts. It is also important to note that heartbreak could have happened recently in this lifetime or past ones from your mother line where the unconscious heartbreak you emanate is a kind of karma to be dissolved and released. Lightheartedness then becomes one of your most dominant frequencies that can speed up "time" into a quantum leap. Most people have no idea the level of pyschic trauma, wounding, war, and fear (and love) I was born into and grew up in because I do not walk around in the world with an aura of heartbreak or in patterns of self-loathing, self-doubt, or self-hate. Healing the scar tissue of my heartbreak allowed me to see that my body and life held real value. We were always designed to be Gods, you see. To get our hearts broken and still live and thrive in our beautiful breasts and magical pussies. To fuck the dumb ass narcissist we should have never called back and allow that moment of bad sex to refine our character. To experience a smorgasbord of hardships and still come fully alive in our bodies and in this life. We are here to be Divine creators, you see. We get to make mistakes, take u-turns, and experience the magic, beauty, and harmony in figuring it all out. -India Ame'ye, Author

[ra-con-teur]

please please please dear Tumblr user I saw ur roleswap serirei au and I must ask for u to yap about them. I'd love to know what's different in this au and how they get to know each other!!

I LOVE YAPPING..

There's a lot of random differences, but I can tell you some of my favourites!

- Reigen was called "The Greatest" in Claw because of his combat skills. He's more burdened by this title than proud of it though.

- Serizawa's title is "Serizawa the Seer".

- Serizawa's office is for "future telling" but wound up being more of a pyschic assistance business when he started working with Hanzawa and Reigen.

- HANAZAWA AND MOB SWAP SOMEBODY SEDATE ME.

- No one's personality is "swapped" just their roles. They only change because of their given circumstances.

- Serizawa and Reigen came to know each other the same way they do in canon. Via Claw arc. They bumped into each other before Serizawa ran up the stairs to try and help Hanzawa and he unintentionally convinced Reigen to defy Suzuki.

[thatdeadaquarius]

"Oh my gosh do you sound like a sim to them??"

Me trying to place myself in their shoes:

"Why the fuck do I sound like a villager in Animal Crossing-- ARE THEY HEARING ANIMALESE WHEN I SPEAK?!"

(A.k.a I saw the previous ask and thought wait a minute. Two different worlds. Languages so similar but so different....... We're basically speaking animalese in another game/world lmfao)

(Bonus: Creator!Reader knows this and takes full advantage as their payback. Traveller magically understands and speaks back causing further pyschic confusion. Pretty sure soke brains have been melted among linguistic students in Sumeru)

-Vine Boom

VINE BOOM MY BELOVED IM SO LATE TO ATTEND TO YOU!! :'(

It has been a minute and yet, you remain my love!! Thank you for your patience, have a little scenario as my thanks for that and submitting the cool idea <3

Me @ you: ♥ ( ॢᵕ n ᵕ (꒡ᵋ ꒡ღ) mwah! /p

this gif is just really cute thats why its here.

also i have very little to add so its short but only bc im ✨uncreative✨ atm and ur ask alone is funny enough lmao, so once again, a scenario bc vine booms just a genius all on their own ✨️

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😭so you mean 😭 as revenge 😭 for this awful deed 😭 done to your speech 😭 you just start EMBRACING IT 😭😭😭PLEAASEEE-

PLEASE the traveler understands it!! 💀

Also if anyone reads this im so sorry ive flooded the sagau tag with language shenanigans LMAO

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Ever since you realized that the entirety of Teyvat sounds like Sims to you, (and the subsequent awful reckoning that you sound the same to them 😭) 

You have finally mentally recovered enough courage, and desperately shoved any embarrassment deep into your soul, to try and think of what to do about it

♤

You quickly found that people had 3 types of reactions to your speech,

 

1. They try to understand the nonsense like you trying to understand their Simlish, it really doesnt work, you wish you could tell them to give up and just gesture at you instead:

(ALHAITHAM he keeps trying then giving up then trying again lol, Diluc, ZHONGLI, Sara, Albedo, Candace, Dehya she thinks she’s gonna get it THIS time she swears-, Eula, Gorou, GANYU she feels bad lmao, Jean, AYAKA, keqing, kuki, Nahida, ningguang, AETHER, Thoma, xinyan, XIAO)

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2. They act like you when you hear animal crossing characters speak 💀 you can see the “omg so cute” sparkle in their eyes:

(KAZUHA, kokomi, barbara, KAEYA, ZHONGLI again lol he tries to hide it but you can see the tiny smile everytime you walk over and start ranting at him bc ur bored, Faruzan, GOROU, AYATO, YAE MIKO, keqing, LISA, mika, mona, KLEE literally loves you and you can tell shes always trying to get you to say something lol, Ei (archon), Rosaria she always SMIRKS and ur just- 😳, CHILDE the little shit giggles at ur misery, LUMINE AND AETHER U CANT TRUST EITHER OF THEM- , THOMA, SCARAMOUCHE BUT HE’D NEVER ADMIT IT BUT HE ALWAYS IS OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO HIDE A TINY SMILE AND GOES A LITTLE PINK-!! SAME FOR XIAO LMAO)

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3. You know that tiktok audio thats like Isabella from Animal Crossing singing, and then someone’s like “uh-huh! YEAH! OKAY!!” yeah like that, but to you LMAO

(ITTO, Bennett, KAVEH, heizou, VENTI, Nilou she like nods after everything you say and makes sure you’re treated well in every conversation aw, qiqi, KLEE, Raiden (puppet) + Ei (archon), SHENHE no explanation needed, CYNO too, LUMINE, YELAN, yoimiya, yunjin)

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Alright i got tired sorry not everybody’s there lol^

So no matter the reaction, they all are a little bummed nobody can get you, 

…but then of. Fucking. Course. 

LUMINE/AETHER as ALWAYS get SPECIAL TREATMENT 

(there’s not a single person throughout all the nations, the archons, the allogenes, doesnt matter, who hasn’t felt a LITTLE pang of envy for this- bc as cute as you sound, goddamit they USED to understand you when you weren’t physically here, before you overcame the Universal Barrier AKA the computer screen lol)

AND THEY GET TO UNDERSTAND YOU.

The Sumeru linguistics department is grinding their teeth, Alhaitham straight up glares every time they translate for you lmao, Zhongli’s eye twitches at least once everytime they do so, Kazuha is literally trying to bribe them with cool places he’s seen that the traveler hasn’t so they’ll share the secret of how to understand you, Ningguang gets 10x chillier when they’re helping convos w/ you, Ei looks like she’s fucking pouting-

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Aether is just like 🤨?? For what?? I’m helping???

So confused he never gets what’s going on lol

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Lumine, on the other hand, is FULLY aware and smirks every time she’s so smug about it LMAO 

^ the embodiment of the cat surrounded by knives meme ^

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Ahhhh my exhibition is April 6th u guys!

May I finally rest in peace when that day comes 🪦

Cant wait to graduate and just have a regular job and not academia + deadlines 😭😫

Hope you guys have had a nice week or two!

Look out for more posts after the 6th :>

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

Short one but hope its fun my beloved!! :)

[texasbama]

Happy Birthday to my main bitch, my shit talkin partner in crime, my fellow pyschic, and the only other person who loves eddie diaz/ryan guzman as much as I do @suavecitodiaz!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 love youuuuuuuuuu babes!!! 🥰🥰🥰 everyone go wish her happy birthday (if you can, she got a lot of yall blocked 😂😂😂😂😂😂)

[dungeonmalcontent]

Halloween 2024!

It's that special time of year where I get to be spooky and no one gives me a side eye about it! October! Yeah baby!

In celebration of October (and Halloween, I guess) I'm putting my spooky and weird titles on sale. The following discounts are effective starting today (October 1st 2024) until October 31st 2024.

Grimdark & Dangerous - a massive player option compendium of flesh ripping, blood magic, occult concepts for use in 5e d&d. Normally $19.99, now only $9.99 (that's 50% off folks, that's the lowest its ever been) when you use the link in this post. Grab this copper best seller while you can!

Grimdark Puzzles - a collection of similarly flesh ripping, blood magic, arcane puzzles to include in 5e d&d. Normally $5, now just $3.

Psionics: Spellcasting and Specialties - a large player option compendium that solves the problems of "why can't I just have psionic spellcasting?" and "what if I want literally any class option to be able to be pyschic somehow?" I am extremely happy with this book. Anyways, normally $9.99, now just $6.

Ranger: Hell Skulker - a 5e player class option for rangers that want to maybe get some fiendish warlock flavor and also kind of just want to survival experts in hell. Normally only 75 cents. Now free.

And that free ranger option brings me to the second bit of this post.

Last year I also had a bunch of halloween class options (which hell skulker was going to be a part of, but never got voted to be made and I really wanted to write it so I did it for myself) . And I'm reviving them here. Not even linking to them, jpgs below the cut, save them to your computer for personal use.

Druid: Circle of Bones

Artificer: Necro-Crafter

Barbarian: Path of Possession

Sorcerer: Vampiric Bloodline

[mswild1]

Get excited 😊 for I’m doing Q&A $20.00 join in….

Join in Answering questions for youtube.com/live/Mq_WqW6EhNs

[achaotichuman]

proceed with caution anti elain ask ahead I am new on this app and saw your neslin fic which I enjoyed could I please ask you to write a fic with lucien as a emisary he tired of elaine leading him on he ignores her and breaks bond and elaine is annoyed but she deserves it she and aziel are losers and deserve each other

Hiii!!!

I love the creative freedom with this prompt, and I think this is hilarious.

This one turned out with a little Feycien somehow??? I've never written for them, but I think this was angsty and sweet. I hope you enjoy Anon!!!!

A Mate Is Someone...

Why did mating bonds exist?

What was their true usage?

It didn’t make much sense to him, but not much did anymore. 

What even were mating bonds? 

A person who understood you on a level deeper than anyone else? Couldn’t be that. 

Someone who didn’t fear you even in your worst state? No. 

A person to be there for you when no one else was? Absolutely not. 

So.

“What is a mating bond?”

The psychic looked up from his desk. Lucien had expected to see a room of imagery, symbolism of past, present and future. A display of the power of seers and psychics. 

But all he saw was a nicely decorated office, with a large window and heavy curtains pulled open. A few plants scattered around the place, big bookshelves filled with thick books with fabric spines, All kept in perfect condition. He thought of his own books at home, with their water damage, broken spines, folded corners and marked pages. Some of them could be considered ruined, but he could read each word just fine. 

Maybe he should leave his books at home, but he always brought at least one with him. And in his travels they were always damaged in some way. Whether by him personally folding the edge of a corner to bookmark it, or from slipping and dropping it into mud. It was klutzy and his mother would chastise him and say he needed to appreciate his possessions more. But there was something nice he thought, in carrying where he went wherever he was. In seeing the places he had been stained into the pages of his favourite things. 

The psychic raised a brown eyebrow. He was High Faery, with shaggy brown hair and dark, old eyes. A human’s eye was not able to distinguish whether or not a Faery was old or young. Not even a young Faery was able to, but after centuries of living, you learned. You could tell by the eyes, the more colours, the more complex the eye was, the tiredness in their gaze. That was how you could tell how old a Faery was. And the Faery that crossed one leg over the other and tipped his glasses forward was very, very old. 

There was something ancient in his gaze. 

“A mating bond,” he mused, “Why do you need to know?”

Lucien sucked in a breath, “I just want to.”

“Have you not heard of them before?”

“I have,” More than that. 

The pyschic looked him up and down slowly, before a grin twisted on his lips, “Elain Archeron.”

Lucien blinked, his mouth opening and closing. Saving him from his blubbering, the psychic said, “You’re well known. The scar and hair are pretty distinguishing features.”

“Right,” he said slowly. 

“I trust things are not going well?”

A low growl, and he put his hands up, “Alright boy, calm down.”

The psychic leaned back in his chair, tilting his head to the ceiling, “A mating bond.”

Lucien tapped his foot impatiently, waiting as he stared daggers at the male. He was going to be late to dinner, but he just… 

He had seen the sign. A deal for readings that will end tomorrow. He didn’t want a reading, but something about the hole in the wall building had sucked him in. He had looked down at the bouquet of purple flowers he had gathered in the fields of the mortal lands. Something for Elain…

He had tossed them out before he came in. 

She probably wouldn’t want another reminder of what she lost anyway. 

“A mating bond is a string the mother puts between two souls, we all have ‘em. A match that equals us in the senses that matter most to our being. Some meet their match and others don’t. It’s believed the Mother is the only one who decides whether or not a pair will come together.”

“Why? Why will people not to meet?” He demanded to know. 

“Well,” The psychic started, “It’s all part of her will. Some matches exist because they match each other in power, but meeting would throw the world’s magic off balance. And therefore she would will they never lay eyes on each other.”

So. 

What was his purpose in meeting Elain?

“Mating bonds are the equalizers of the universe. They don’t exist for blissful romance.” He said, “Is there anything else?”

“No.”

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Elain didn’t look at him, but she never did. 

‘How are you my equal?’ He thought. 

Sitting down with the Inner Circle. Listening to their laughter, their gleeful happiness, as the empty hollow in his chest continued to grow with every inch of space between him and his mate. Who continued to go back into the kitchen, willingly serving dinner and dessert, then going to clean up, when she took the dishes, Azriel insisted he help her. 

Lucien watched the hot, burning gaze in her thankful eyes as her fingers lightly trailed across Azriel’s hands. He smiled, and as they left, his dark eyes trailed across the room to find his. 

He grinned. 

And disappeared around the corner. 

“Lucien?”

“Oh yes, well when it comes to Kallias he can often be-”

The night continued on, and Lucien charmed the Inner Circle with his manner of speaking and his constant conversation, or at least he charmed them enough that they didn’t think it necessary to cut him off from these dinners. Which seemed to be his only contact with Feyre nowadays. 

He once thought he’d come for these to ease the ache of the throbbing string wrapped around his lungs, but now he found himself focusing on Feyre, watching her, watching her once light, stormy eyes darken. Like they had been infected with the darkness of the void of night. He watched as her once cocky grin softened until it was a polite smile and her once loud, uncontrolled cackling became a lovely giggling behind a palm. 

She didn’t seem to be in any distress or pain. Her smiles were genuine and her shoulders were loose and relaxed. She pinched Rhysand’s thigh and chatted amicably with everyone. It was just… She was different, softer, milder, more controlled. The storm was gone, all that was left was a gentle, pleasant breeze. 

It was the same for Nesta. Those once stony eyes were softening out. She was pregnant with her first, and with every month that passed, Lucien watched the steel melt into something malleable and easy to control, to weaponise, to use. Until she was exactly another copy of Feyre. 

It was getting too hot in here. 

Lucien pulled at his collar. He watched as Morrigan gossiped with Feyre and slapped Cassian’s arm, her fingers digging into his leathers, pulling him close. Whispering in his ear all the time, and trailing her lips along the shell of his ear as he did so, just to poke fun when Nesta showed the slightest hint of discomfort. 

Cassian laughed with Nesta and he laughed at her. Rhysand smirked and grinned and smiled and did all the things Rhysand did that drove Lucien up the wall, and Lucien was growing too warm. 

“I must get some water.” Lucien said, “I will return in a moment.”

Feyre deigned to give him a nod, before she turned back to conversation. No one else paid him attention as he slipped silently from the dining room. 

He walked down the hallways, and tried to focus his mind on the paintings shown everywhere with pride. There were so many and they all had so many different colours. He wondered at them. At the meaning behind them, at each talented, precise stroke. 

He turned the corner of the kitchen. He remained in place for a moment, then he heard the Inner Circle yelling, asking what was going on. 

He turned around and left. 

He left entirely. Brushing past Nesta and Feyre, and the others as they ran to the kitchen after hearing Elain’s scream. 

Lucien didn’t think he even remembered the walk out from the River House. He just left, and appeared by the bridge, the river. 

He had seen her. 

He had seen her and him. 

They hadn’t even cared that he was in the house. Hadn’t cared for the mating bond, had given him no respect. No dignity. They hadn’t even bothered to go to a room. 

But seeing his cock buried in cunt while they fucked on the counter did do one thing. It killed any warm hope in his heart that she might finally let him in. That she might give him reprieve, or at least a firm answer. A no or a yes to the mating bond. 

He supposed this was answer enough. 

“Lucien!” A voice yelled after him. Lucien stopped his aimless wandering to look behind him. 

Feyre, she ran after him. Her long silver dress fluttering behind her as she nearly tripped, sprinting in heels too high to balance in properly. Her perfect updo fallen out and the crown on her head askew. 

When she stopped she gasped for breath, grabbing her knees and panting, holding up a finger she said, “One minute, just- one moment.”

Finally she stood up properly, correcting her posture, and trying to make her hair look presentable. But her crown still stood crooked. He bit back the urge to laugh and fix it for her. 

This looked more like the Feyre he used to know. 

“You left.” She said. 

“Did you want me to stay?”

“Elain and Azriel,” She started, Lucien nearly rolled his eyes, “They find comfort in each other, Lucien, they understand each other, they-”

“Does it really matter, Feyre?” He laughed. 

That was the wrong thing to say judging by the hurt look on her face, so Lucien forced a frown on his face even when all he wanted to do was laugh and laugh and laugh and cry. 

“You left.” She murmured again, rubbing her arm with a hand, skin prickling under the cold air. Lucien quickly shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Feyre let him gladly, allowing herself to be wrapped in his layer of warmth. 

“Not the best choice of dress for Autumn, Feyre.” He said softly. 

She smiled, “I wasn’t planning on being outside.”

He smiled back at her, his hands remained almost touching her but not quite. Keeping the jacket held together around her. 

“Do you need somewhere to stay tonight?” She asked. 

“I’m just going back to my apartment.” He actually didn’t know where he had been going but that answer seemed better than just saying he was going to walk around until he either got too tired or found a bar. 

“I can walk you there.” She offered, and Lucien didn’t have it in him to say no. 

They made it to his apartment, and thankfully it wasn’t an awkward walk. Feyre chatted easily, more easily than they had in years now. 

They talked for once, it wasn’t about anything deep, but it wasn't a stilted conversation that lasted a few moments before one of her Inner Circle jumped in and broke up their chatter. 

Putting his key into his apartment, he opened the door, looking over his shoulder, Lucien saw Feyre standing, awkwardly fiddling with the buttons of his jacket. 

“Do you need to go home?” He asked, “I know Rhysand is probably worried.”

She shook her head, “Rhysand knows where I am. I can go if you want me-”

“No, no, no,” He found himself say, “Come in.” 

Feyre smiled politely, and walked in. 

They sat down on his lounge and with a snap of his fingers a fire was lit. Feyre eased into the soft cushions. Looking around she commented, “It’s lovely.”

“Thank you.” He said, he had gone to the kitchen and made tea for the two of them. Peppermint. He handed her a cup which she took with a thank you. 

She took a long drink, her pale throat bobbing up and down. Lucien turned his eyes to the fire, closing them and mentally preparing for what she was bound to start talking about-

“Elain.”

He nearly groaned, there it was. 

“What about her?”

“Will you break the bond?” She asked tentatively. 

He knew Feyre was not one to handle situations with the delicacy they required. Often hitting them too hard, with too much false confidence or without the silk-touch they needed. So, he wasn’t so surprised to hear the question so directly. 

“Yes.” he said, there was no point in drawing out the answer. 

“She-”

“I know she and Azriel are good together, Feyre,” he murmured, “But quite frankly, I have lost the ability to care about them.”

“I know but-”

“I know the effects the broken bond might have on me.” He stated, “But I’d rather insanity to this drawn out torture. It would have driven me mad if she had kept up this charade any longer.”

“Oh.” 

She didn’t seem to have anything left to say. Couldn’t think of anything else. 

They both finished their tea silently, and it was time for Feyre to leave. 

As she stood in the doorway, Feyre stared up at him, and he stared at her. Watching her blue eyes, darker now, older. 

She looked at his, and something seemed to shift in her gaze. It hardened a little, it was less polite and malleable. Her fingers curled towards her palms. 

“You’re older,” He said. 

“So are you.” She said breathlessly. 

“Are you happy, Feyre?” He asked, as direct and too the point as she had been. 

“I think so,” She whispered, “I will be.”

“When?”

She shrugged, “One day.”

“Will you be?” She asked.

“I will be.” He answered. 

She lifted her hand, and Lucien kissed it with all the softness and reverence he might have kissed her lips with years ago. When he still saw the human girl and saw a mirror of himself in her. 

She wasn’t him anymore. And he wasn’t her. They might have been. Years ago, they might have been equals in some way. But it wasn’t the way that mattered most.

Feyre equaled Rhysand in the way that mattered most to them. Their selfishness, their greediness. Their wants and needs and thirst, they devoured together and each other. 

And Elain and Lucien matched each other in the way that mattered most to their beings. What they wanted out of life, when they needed something, decided it would be theirs, nothing in High Heaven or Low Low Hell would stop either of them. They just didn’t want for all that much. 

And that was okay. He thought to himself. 

It’s only the things Elain did want, the person she was. The hatred, the disgust, the resentment in her eyes everytime she looked at him. She was a person that might have equaled him. But that didn’t mean he had to like her. 

“Goodnight Feyre.”

The door closed and as it did, the bond snapped.

Lucien expected pain. He expected it to hurt so badly he ran to the bathroom to empty his guts. He thought he’d scream and cry and curse. 

But he just turned around, ran a bath, brushed his teeth, got into night clothes, and put the lights out. Before climbing under the covers. He left the balcony door in his room open.

Turning on his side, he watched the night sky, the sparkling light, the cold, bitter air. 

Lucien slept more peacefully than he had since that dreadful day in Hybern. 

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Feyre sent him a mental message to come pick up his jacket in the morning. It was a quick rap knock on his mental shields that awoke him followed by the words said at the gates of his head like someone delivering a message through closed doors, Before he could answer he felt her presence leave. 

Standing at the River House in the daylight felt stranger than at night. Especially after what happened. But the heavy feeling that had been on his shoulders was gone, it was all… lighter. The weights holding him down where entirely gone. His shoulders were relaxed, his teeth didn’t grind and he didn’t fidget, he wasn’t impatient. He just waited. 

Feyre opened the door, she smiled but her eyes were darker than last night. Heavy bags weighed under her eyes. And her skin was paler. 

“Are you alright?” He murmured. 

She nodded, “It’s not me-”

“You!” Someone screamed. 

The door opened wider to reveal Elain, her makeup smudged and stained. Tears rolling down her face as she clutched her heart. She was still in her dress from last night, still reeked of him. But she didn’t seem to care as she sobbed uncontrollably, clutching the wall like it hurt to stand up. 

“You broke it!” She screamed, “Look what you’ve done to me!”

“You gave me no choice.” He said simply, “You made your choice-”

“Look what you’ve done, you horrible monster!” She continued to scream, not listening to one word, “How can I live now!? You’ve ruined me! The Mother has cursed me to die!”

“You will live,” He said smoothly, “Like I have been. Even when it drove me insane like it will you.”

“Vanserra,” Azriel appeared from down the hallway, he ran for Elain, taking her in his arms. “You’re all born without a fucking heart.”

He sneered at Lucien, who just turned his eyes back to Feyre. 

“I resign.” He said. 

Her eyes went wide, “Lucien please-”

“I’ll send a proper resignation letter within the next few days. But do not contact me again unless it is for business between the Courts.”

“Please-” She reached out to grab his wrist but he kept walking away from the house. 

He was done. 

He was free. 

As for Feyre. 

She kept his jacket. 

[teatitty]

What are some cozy headcanons you have for your favorite characters?

Cosy HC's? Hmmm lets see.... well since I'm in a Naruto phase rn I'll focus on my faves from that sooooo

Shikamaru: Elite blanket fort builder, constantly falls asleep under the kotatsu, secretly a really big cuddler who will moan "nooooooo" when you have to get out of bed in the morning, Ino gets him to do her hair for her because it's soothing and his own daughter + Temari follow suit

Hinata: She has so many plushies. All of the plushies. She sees a plush animal she is buying it. They all have names and personalities and backstories. Her room has so many plushies you wonder if there's any actual furniture [there is but it's buried under the plushies]

Temari: All her fans are homemade and have a wide of variety of painted designs! Some are decorative, some are for battle and others are small handfans. You can tell how much she likes you by how well made the fan she gives you is + what design it has. She can gush about all her little choices for ages

Deidara: He would rather die than admit to this but sometimes he makes clay figures just to have them act out stories for him. Like a puppet show but Better [in his opinion]

Kakashi: Shares his bed with his dogs you will not believe the kind of positions he gets into at night to make the dogs comfortable in his sleep. If you put him into a pen with puppies he will cry. Immediately. Always worrying about his friends' eating habits, so Anko's dango obsession and Kotetsu eating straight syrup makes him scream in despair

Jiraiya & Tsunade: Decades of friendship forged through war and death and tragedy have given them a unique kind of silent communication where they can be sitting at opposite ends of a packed out room and still somehow have a full conversation just based on Vibes and everyone thinks they're secretly pyschic or some shit because of it. This is also the reason they can find one another very easily - they just Know

[wishmaker-astra]

DESIRED PYSCHIC ABILITY POLL RESULTS

Alright, poll closed so time to post results. As usual, the weaknesses:

None of the terms were defined in poll, this was intentional to allow to act more as a catch all, but would be a problem in serious polls

No limitations or mechanisms of action were presented either for same reason

Author and presenter of poll has multiple of abilities polled for, potentially distorting results due to association with poll provider

It's rotomblr

And with that, onto the data:

Large turnout! Not too much analysis can do here, since it genuinely is personal preference at play. That said, I'm surprised illusion isn't higher given the demographics of the site. Granted, my window into the userbase is pretty warped given what I am, so I may not be the best judge here.

That said, teleportation and telekinesis are solid top two choices. Lots of practical applications, minimal downsides. Very logical choices.

I'm somewhat surprised that teleportation is higher than telekinesis, but that's probably just because I legitimately use telekinesis in my day to day life a good deal. And. You know. I'm Short™®©. 4'11".

Anyways, thanks for your participation, I may rerun this one at a later time since I only gave it one day, but it got a huge response.

[gazeofseer]

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[evillemons]

are you a pyschic or tarot reader? Or whatever you mention about the members is based on your own imagination or what you think they'd be like? I was just seeing your posts and I'm new here so. Btw loved them. 😍

Welcome and thank you :) I am definitely not a psychic, I just enjoy analyzing people and have consumed a lot of BTS content over the years, and needed an outlet to express it all. I write what I believe could be true based on my observation of their personalities, but we are limited to what we see on the screen and I'm sure they all have facets to their personality that we don't know about.