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A Cigarette, A Guiding Light, My Guardian Angel

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

*pics for aesthetic purposes only!

CW: simon is kinda gross (its my fav simon im sorry), depictions of a mildly unhealthy relationship but everyones happy, reader is going through it, simon also has his own issues but nothing is specifically mentioned, very light religious themes (literally one paragraph), simon is also a little mean but like teasing mean, mild editing, lmk if i missed anything!!

WC: 3.6k (oops!)

Summary: Simon finds a stray, only it's not an animal: It's you.

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It's winter again.

The cold, biting air nips at your skin as you wander the streets streets of Manchester, your mind in a constant daze. You've been wandering for awhile now, traveling on trains, staying in hostels, shelters, and sketchy hotels, with no place to call home, the one you once had a place you vowed never to return to. It's scary, lonely, the world feels so big when you wander with only the clothes on your back and a few things to your name.

You get desperate, especially during times like this. It's so cold out and your winter coat is wearing, seams splitting apart, and new holes appearing on the fabric everyday. You've tried shelters but most are full, not that you'd be able to afford to stay long anyhow, and hostels in Manchester cost too much per night. You're exhausted, your feet blistering, and your shitty winter boots are rubbing against the back of your ankle. You feel much like the sky above, dark, gray, cloudy.

Sometimes you consider knocking on peoples doors, begging for shelter and a hot meal but the fantasy ends as quickly as it begins, there's no point in begging for something people won't give you. You don't entirely blame these hypothetical strangers though, the world is crazy and hard, most of them are probably barely holding on themselves, how could you expect them to take care of you, even if only for a night. Not to mention it's dangerous for them, what if you're crazy? You're not but they don't know that. You don't know if they're crazy either.

That might be a chance you're willing to take though.

The sun is beginning to set and the air is growing frostier by the minute, you know shops will close soon so you'll only be able to camp out in them for so long. You wonder if it's even worth it, going into a nice warm cafe only to be kicked to the bitter cold is almost worst than just staying it, the warm and cozy atmosphere taunting you with what you can't have. It's cruel, begging on the street, the looks of pity from strangers, it all feels like one humiliation game, like god is taking pleasure in watching you lie down like a kicked dog.

Some nights you beg him to take you out, others you beg him to provide you hope, a guiding light, a guardian angel, anything that might give you hope to keep trudging on. It is said in times of struggle people either turn to god, or walk away from him.

You think you're somewhere in between.

Something snaps you out of your thoughts, a shadowy figure walking down a dark alleyway you were passing by. You know better than to follow monsters into the dark, and maybe if you were still the girl you once knew, you'd shrug it off and continue down the sidewalk, just like anyone else would. Only you're not like anyone else now. You're detached from society, the dirt on the bottom of people's shoes, you're not even sure you're seen as human anymore.

You can call but no one will answer.

It's normal for your, how have people put it? Your kind, to reside in alleyways, dark hallways the rest of the world wouldn't dare to touch. It's where the dirty go, the sick go, the broken go. You think you fit that bill well now, and since you do, you ignore the way your gut screams at you to turn around, and run back to the light. You've learned there is no hope in the light, so perhaps you'll find it in the dark. You walk further into the alley, the darkness making it feel like a never-ending tunnel. Everything you expect to be there is there, used needles and empty bottles, bodies slumped over, you're not quite sure if they're dead or alive.

Dirty. Broken. Sick.

Everything is there, everything except what you're looking for. You not even sure what it is, all you know is that you haven't found it yet. Perhaps it's not a thing you're looking for, maybe it's a person. Darkness envelopes you like a cold, uncomforting blanket, it feels like tendrils of murkiness are wrapping around your body, pulling you further into your own misery. You're not really sure how long you walked, it was likely only a few minutes but with the state of your mind it felt like hours. You can tell you've finally reached the end when you can squint and see a brick wall in front of you.

God, what did you expect. It was a whole load of nothing, of course it was. The cold was probably getting to you and you can't imagine you're in the best mental state at the moment, of course you're not! You just walked down a dark alleyway, I mean no one willingly does that unless they're mentally unwell and-

"You shouldn' follow strange men into dark alleyways girl." A deep, gravelly voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You take a quick moment to collect yourself, your voice practically a squeak as you talk.

"W- what makes you think I was following you." The man laughs at that and you finally turn to look in his direction, the orange glow of a cigarette butt guiding your gaze towards him.

'Wha' else would you be following? Or are you tryin' to tell me you walked down an alleyway jus' cause." There's a cocky, almost teasing lilt in his voice. It makes you scowl, not that he can see.

"I don't know why I came down here." You reply honestly and there's a helplessness that unwillingly seeps through your voice. You're afraid it reveals too much.

You hear the man huff at your words before he speaks again.

"Go home. S' not safe for such a little' bird like you to be out here all alone." You faintly feel the thick smoke from his cigarette as he blows out, tendrils of ash caressing your skin

"I don't have one, not anymore." You're not sure why you tell him this. He doesn't care, he can't save you.

Perhaps, foolishly, you hope he will.

"Bit dramatic are you?" The man takes another drag of his cigarette and you huff at is words.

"I'm not being dramatic, it's true. I don't have a home, I thought it'd be obvious with my unsightly appearance." He chuckles at that.

"Can't see you well in the dark… Perhaps we should step into the light, hm?" You hear the man shift in place for a moment, the sound of ruffling clothes filling your ears.

"There's not much to see in the light either." There's a beat of silence before the man speaks once more, his shadowy figure leaning closer to you.

"Come home with me bird." It's more of a demand than a question.

"I'm not some whore for hire." The bite in your voice causes him to grunt rather harshly, flecks of orange ember falling onto your skin.

"M' not tryin' to fuck you. Said' you got no where to go, m' offerin' you a place to stay. Take it or leave it bird." He blows out one final puff of smoke before the orange glow of the cigarette butt slowly dissipates into the night, the odd comfort of the dull light dissipating with it.

You clench your jaw for a moment, the sound of your grinding teeth filling the tense silence. Perhaps if you were still the person of your past, you'd say no, but if you were the person of your past you wouldn't be here at all. You're no longer integrated into society, no longer part of a community, you have nothing and no one yet the world keeps spinning, how foolish you were to think you mattered at all. Who are you to think you're above anyone else? Everyone just wants the same as you, a warm bed and a hot meal.

There are many paths to the same place after all.

With a long, breathy sigh, you nod into the darkness and though you doubt the man can see it, he somehow knows you've said yes.

"Smart thing you are." He coos at you so softly and it makes your stomach twist, though the underlying purr of his words makes your heart thrum just a bit.

Not that you'd say that out loud. \ You don't feel very smart at the moment, but who knows, maybe the monster in the dark can offer you more than an angel in the light.

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Simon knows better than to pick up strays, especially one as clueless as her, they're more trouble than it's worth; Dirty, sick, broken. He already has to continuously pick up the pieces of his past, millions of little shards that he has to take the time to glue back together, over and over again, he doesn't want to do that for anything else. He's always been firm in it too. Johnny constantly pokes fun at him, telling him his heart is colder than he originally thought, that perhaps he'd find a bit of joy in a disheveled little thing.

Johnny probably meant a cat though.

Instead, Simon's got himself his very own bird. He had no intention of caging you, truly he didn't, he was content to send you on your way, send you out of his life. But when the moonlight hit your features just right, a vulnerable glow in your eye visible, and the helplessness in your voice seeped out, he couldn't help himself. Simon never acts based off his wants, off his selfishness, but perhaps just once, he could have a pet of his own.

So that's what he does. He takes you, and you don't put up much of a fight. Willingly following him out of the dark alley and back into society, bright street lights causing him to squint his eyes. He asks your name and you tell him so sweetly. You're scared and unsure, he wants to tell you not to worry, that he's a bad man but he'd never hurt a helpless thing like you. Eyes all wide and glassy, furrowed brows, and pouty lips. He wonders how such a soft bird like you ended up shunned from the world. You don't look like a junkie, and you told him yourself your no whore for hire, when he looks at you all he sees is a helpless kitten, separated from all her purebred friends, and tossed outside for tomcats like him.

You fidget anxiously when he ushers you towards his car, his calloused hand moving onto your lower back to guide you softly, causing you to stiffen up for a moment. He chuckles meanly at that. Your fretting continues in the car and Simon's not sure what more he can do to calm you down, after all, he's never dealt with a stray before.

He resolves to leave you be, eventually you'll realize that his home is yours, that you're safe now, that he'll take care of you. You'll let yourself be pampered by him and he'll have a trophy to show off to the world, a pretty little thing perched on his arm like a good little bird.

Simon doesn't like strays, but he sure does like you.

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The man tells you his name his Simon and he doesn't tell you much more, you don't bother asking anything else, maybe you should. He takes you to his home, it's empty and lifeless, you think it speaks on the kind of man he is, you're not sure if it should scare you. You linger in the entryway unsure of what to do, it feels strange to be in a home, strange in a way you never thought it could. You feel out of place, uncomfortable, there's something inside you screaming, telling you to run away. Unfortunately, you don't want to play the cards you've been dealt and now you're forced to draw. Perhaps it's a mistake, if it is you're not sure you care.

"You jus' goin' to stand there bird?" Simon's voice startles you, pulling you out of your dazed state.

"Sorry…" You're quiet, a bit shy even, and you're not sure how to feel about the smirk that grows on Simon's face at your discomfort.

"Nothin' to apologize for," He says gruffly. "Come inside." So you do. Shuffling your feet against the wooden floorboards as you make your way over to him.

He guides you into the kitchen, a rough hand on your lower back as he silently urges you to take a sit in a small dining chair. You don't move for a moment so he drags the chair out for you, it's wooden legs screeching against the floor. He stares at you as you settle and you can't quite tell what he's looking for. You're in such a vulnerable state, emotionally rubbed raw, and physically you're sure you're much weaker than before. It's scary, and with his gaze your palms begin to sweat.

You wonder if this is what being prey feels like? Bottom of the food chain; the weakest link.

Simon feels much like a predator, stalking you, watching you. At any moment he could decide to rip you open, take whatever he wants from you, leaving your carcass behind as evidence of what he's done. He watches you for a few moments longer before his gravely voice breaks through the stillness.

"You must be hungry bird, why don' we get you somethin' to eat?" You nod at him timidly and he grunts back before turning around to rummage in his fridge.

"Don' have much to eat right now…" His voice trails off for a moment before it picks up again. "Can order take out, unless you're starvin' right this second." You shake your head at him, a pathetic 'no' escaping your lips. He tilts his head a bit and you realize 'no' may have been to vauge.

"I can wait." Your voice suddenly finds you again but it's still nothing more than a whisper.

He hums at you before picking up his phone and dialing a number. He places an order of what sounds like Chinese food and then hangs up the phone, the clacking of the screen against the tiled countertops causing you to cringe a bit.

"S' the only place open this late," He explains suddenly. "Would've asked you wha' you want but nothin' else is open." You shrug your shoulders and he chuckles at you.

"Timid thing you are, you know that bird?" You don't respond but he doesn't expect you to. Instead, he opens the fridge again, pulling out a half empty of beer before turning on his heels and walking over to his couch.

You watch as he sinks down into the cushions, the fabric stained and worn down, sipping on his beer while watching whatever happened to be on TV. You stay sat in his dining chair, eyes trained on his hulking figure sat on the couch, your body fidgeting in the uncomfortable piece of furniture. You want to speak but the words feel heavy on your tongue, to be honest you're not even sure what you'd say.

"You think loud." His gruff voice cuts through your dazed state and you jump in your seat.

"Sorry…" It's all you can think to say, you're not even sure what you're sorry for. You think maybe you're sorry for letting someone see you like this, weak and pathetic, sorry for letting him see you so timid and scared, not because you feel pity for him.

But because you pity yourself.

"Come on," He pats the small space next to him on the couch. "Doubt' you've had any good entertainment for a while… I know I haven't." The way he speaks sends a shive down your spine, the look in his eye nothing short of predatory. That's when it really clicks in your head that this man, Simon, isn't a good man. He didn't take you in because kindness blooms from his heart, he took you in because you're his prey, his pet.

You stare at him for a moment before shuffling over to the couch and plopping down into the stiff cushions. He makes a pleased sound at your obedience and it both fills you with butterflies and maggots, you feel disgusted at yourself for enjoying the scrap of praise he provides. You barely even know this man but every instinct in you is telling you to please him, to let him do what he wants to you, and in turn you get taken care of.

Or maybe, you'll only ensnare yourself more.

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Simon isn't sure how he's meant to take care of a stray like you. You're skittish, you jump at his voice and tense at his touch, it makes him grind his teeth together, struggling to resist the urge to sink his teeth into your soft skin until you submit. He doesn't want to scare, for once in his life he wants something soft to call his own, but the first step to caging a bird and clipping it's wings is getting it to trust you and he's truly lost on how to do that.

Logically, he know it will take time, but this is one of the rare moments he's not sure he has the strength in him to be patient. He knows he has to be, you're scared and playing the game of survival, pushing you too fast will only frighten you but it's hard for him to stray from his ways. Seldom can you teach an old dog new tricks.

Perhaps he needs help, someone who knows what scared little strays need to feel loved and safe. Simon has already bought you food, he really thought a clueless kitten like you would be cuddled up to him by now. He understands though, and one day you will too. He decides to ask Johnny, something he'd normally avoid doing but he's got a knack for taming strays.

Afterall he tamed Simon.

Once you've been bathed and fed he sent you off to sleep, ushering you into his tiny bedroom, gray bedsheets still tucked under the mattress. He thought it was cute that you felt guilty for taking the bed, and he had to assure you many times that it was alright and he'd be fine, though your pouty lip was quite the (unintentional) invitation to share the bed. When he was sure you were tucked in for the night he slipped out onto his balcony to call Johnny.

"Johnny." Simon could hear his own voice crackle through Johnny's side of the line.

"Lt! Callin me so late at night aye? M' I your booty call sir?" He could hear Soap chuckle on the other end of the line and he let out an exasperated sigh at that.

"Need your help Johnny." He can hear the Scotsman shift around a bit and he stifles a snort at the image of Johnny sitting up right in his chair over this.

"Aye, of course Ghost." Simon huffs out through his nose, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

"How d'ya take care of a stray?"

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Things have gotten better with Simon. He's still grumpy and stoic, and truthfully he treats you more like a pet than a person, but (not so) secretly you think you like it. At first you were worried he'd take advantage of your vulnerability but he never really did, you always did what he said and that kept Simon satisfied. On the rare occasion you messed something up or didn't do what he asked of you, he make a point not to yell at you, instead he'd squeeze you tight and lowly tell you to 'quit your cryin'.'

You would both make a point to ignore the shivers it sent down your spine.

Perhaps your unorthodox relationship with Simon wasn't the healthiest, you were entirely dependent on him and you both liked it that way. Simon made sure you knew you had freedom, he gave you many opportunities to take advantage of it but you never did and you think that was his plan all along. You were already broken, all he had to do was build you back up, shape you exactly the way he wanted, and then you'd never run.

Not that you think you'd want to either way.

He wasn't mean, or cruel, just a bit twisted and lonely. He never hurt you, or treated you unfairly, you were his bird, and he made sure you knew that.

As the months transpired you find that you've grown grossly infatuated with him. He took you in, nursed you back to health, gave you all the attention and love that you needed to blossom and now you're completely his. Simon had his issues, you had yours, but somehow they mesh together in a way that creates a peace rather than chaos. It was a mundane, domestic life that both of you were content with.

Perhaps if you were still the old you, you'd hate him more than anything, but you now understand broken people more intimately than anyone would ever want to, and somehow it's been the greatest gift life has handed to you. When Simon holds you close, squeezes you tight, and tells you how much you're his, you find it hard to do anything besides melt into him, to feel anything besides adoration.

You were two broken people that somehow made a whole, and you were lucky you did. It could've been so much worse, things could have been so much harder, but he saved you, and though he'd never say it out loud, you saved him too.

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AHHH! I'm so freaking sorry for my absence, 12th grade is the year of dealing with many things so I've been super busy with it all! I wrote bits and pieces of this during my free time so it might not be entirely cohesive but I pray its good enough! Love and miss you all dearly <3 take care of yourself MWAH!!

as always likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

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Got inspired by a post I saw this morning so here's literally 2 entire pages of headcanons comparing Infected and Kasper. Fair warning: It dips into talk of symptoms I imagine he'd have and the whole Poptart situation.

[A lot of which assume he'd have like. Actual biological needs instead of being Video Game-y, which seems to be sort of a grey area in-game anyway...]

Kasper was already kind of stupid so honestly not much is different on that front. Average 2010s gamer dudebro sort of deal. Although Infected has a bit more 'what kind of animal is the pink panther?' in him than Kasper.

Infected has next to no impulse control, leading to him doing things he shouldn't and speaking without thinking pretty much constantly.

Infected has balance issues that Kasper didn’t due to inner ear inflammation from the infection. He can’t really do anything on a skateboard anymore besides just stand there or go in a straight line. He can and will find a way to trip on flat ground.

He's convinced he still rules at it, though.

The inflammation has also made his hearing kind of shit. (The only person he can hear with perfect clarity is Folly, as she probably speaks directly into people’s minds or something lol.)

Infected loves soda and drinks basically only that. Boy who was born with kidney stones <3

The neurotoxin in his favorite soda was a deeply unreasonable amount of aspartame (and other chemicals. For fun! <3). Not being able to drink it anymore has somewhat improved his balance issues and memory, but he still misses how it tasted (it probably tasted like what you'd get if you boiled down an entire 2 liter of diet coke until it's barely a liquid then filled an 8 ounce soda can with that. Dude’s tastebuds and liver are Fucked).

Kasper had a fairly similar way of talking to Infected, minus the 1337. ("Sweet parteh trickz dud!11")

Infected is in constant pain. Headaches, body aches, sore throat, can't breathe well, burning skin, heavy eyes, nausea that won't go away, sniffles, random nerve pain, probably other shit. He barely notices it anymore unless someone asks how he's feeling. He doesn't have much energy to spare. He would come across as significantly more hyper/manic than how Kasper used to be if not for this.

He doesn't put any of the energy he has left towards cleaning. Kasper could deal with a little mess, but still picked stuff up when it got ugly. Lampert was also willing to help when he visited. Now Infected is too tired and unfocused to pick anything up most of the time, and Lampert refuses to set foot in the apartment complex until Kasper is better. Infected has started throwing garbage off the balcony when it gets in the way too much. It's kinda fun!

Infected occasionally dissociates. Finds later that he's already talked to someone about something and just repeated himself, bought something already and now he has two, spent hours on his computer without remembering a single thing he looked at, or already met someone he thought he hadn't seen before.

It has actually been explained to Infected before that Kasper is his name. This just started an argument and the topic was dropped forever from that point forward.

Infected is deeply stressed out by seeing his own face for reasons he can't communicate, so he avoids looking at it as much as possible. He used to have a mirror in his apartment but he threw it off the balcony in a fit of rage one night, then covered the blank space where it used to be with a poster. Same thing with ripping Kasper’s face off of the picture on his desk. Any photos of him that are on his PC have either been sent to the recycle bin or cropped so that his face isn’t in them. He's completely fine looking at drawings of himself though. That's definitely him.

When left to his own devices, Infected's diet is… Inconsistent. He will forget to eat for long periods of time then binge when the hunger pangs finally get so annoying that he can't ignore them anymore. He's at least sort of hydrated because there's usually a six pack of soda on his desk or by the couch, but unless someone on the elevator is feeling generous he doesn't remember on his own very often.

Kasper was very comfortable being physically affectionate with people and would be happy to cuddle or lay on a friend's lap if they were cool with that. Infected is even more touchy and would be clingy if he had chances to be, but due to his extremely obvious contagious disease nobody lets him get close. He is incredibly touch-starved and would probably get emotional if someone hugged him or even just sympathetically rubbed his back now.

 Kasper was alright at resisting the urge, but Infected has picked at every scab he's ever gotten, and he ends up with a Lot. He will pick at them until the damage is worse than the initial injury unless someone stops him/tells him to put a bandage over it.

Kasper would bite his nails to keep them short and pick his nose sometimes but Infected's nails are completely trashed. Some of them have scabbed over or still-bleeding cuticles and hangnails because he chews and picks at those too.

All of the contact with his spit has caused his fingernail textures to semi-permanently unload. You'd think they were painted if you didn't know why they looked like that.

Nosebleeds from his nasal cavity getting torn up from all the fussing are not unheard of and yet he's gonna keep doing it.

Constantly drooling when he's not talking. Some of it is post-nasal drip. Sometimes he remembers to wipe it off on his arm, but most of the time it just ends up on the floor/running down his face and soaking into the neckline of his shirt. Or sprayed all over the walls/someone's face when he sneezes.

Kasper used to keep a bottle of hand sanitizer in his pocket to help Lampert feel more comfortable. He stopped doing that forever ago after he got sick. (You know how rabies does a bunch of shit to animals to make them better disease vectors, including to their brains? Yeah, something like that).

On some level he knows he's sick. Would be more stressed out about it but the infection has repressed his ability to care (and the part of him that’s still aware of it is probably also heavily in denial). This has affected other aspects of his emotional range, causing it to come across as unusually flat, especially to those who knew Kasper.

Infected is scared that if he’s taken to a doctor’s office they’ll hurt him, so on top of genuinely not being able to recognize that he's sick he will deny all accusations regardless out of this fear. He’s technically not wrong, since trying to purge the disease to save Kasper would be extremely painful for him, but this thought mostly comes from his illness trying to preserve itself.

The last time someone tried to lead Infected to DrRETRO’s office for an intensive care stay he panicked upon realizing what was going on and fought back until they let him leave (fucked them up pretty badly), so now everyone keeps their distance and kinda uselessly tries to convince him to go voluntarily with their words.

Infected is incapable of maintaining strong negative emotions if pushed into being that upset. He'll be mad or sad for maybe a minute and then something else will get his attention or he’ll get too tired to think and he'll forget whatever was bugging him.

Every so often he will lose hope about finding Poptart and then abruptly ‘reset’ a minute or two into sobbing his eyes out, completely confident that any day now the little guy will come back safe and sound.

Despite this it is still really easy to get him Gamer Raging. Way easier than it ever was with Kasper, who was a pretty good sport in most cases.

Infected's particular brand of Gamer Rage is ‘Heckling people until they shut up/go away’, or until it's out of his system. This is the most typical way he processes anger. The impulse control is Seriously out the window when he gets like this.

Kasper knew a lot of stuff about the games he liked offhandedly (mostly competitive co-op FPS games like counterstrike, tf2, l4d2, etc) and could tell you so much esoteric bullshit about them, but if you tried to ask Infected he would get too excited trying to think of something he could share that would be really cool and then not actually be able to remember anything.

The only context in which Infected's reaction time isn't ass is video games. Something about muscle memory. In any other situations he is usually pretty slow to react. This does not mean he's slow to do things, though. When he's acting on a dumbass impulse thought he's probably halfway done doing it before anyone can stop him.

It is possible to get Infected to acknowledge that his situation is Fucked for a moment or two if you press him on the most obvious evidence that he's sick (his headaches, the fact his allergies haven't cleared up in years, the snot on his face, etc), and if you pressed hard enough you'd start to see him get scared. He knows you're right, but there's nothing he can do about it. And then the recognition would be gone again as soon as you stopped talking.

This doesn't work when you bring up his name (Who's Kasper? Never met the guy.) or objects in his surroundings, only symptoms of illness directly observable on/in his body.

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waking up in the morning at 7:00am sharp, getting ready for the minature version of prison but with your 2 older brothers. sae, the oldest, sleeps at the bedroom right side of yours - along with rin, second oldest, who sleeps at the bedroom left side of yours.

they're already awake by the time you are. in fact they wake you up, because if they didn't we'd be here until noon. sae makes the pancakes and rin makes the orange juice, your in charge of eating it.

since its the morning there's not much conversations being made & it's dead quiet aside from the rustling sounds of plates and bags being taken out. the itoshi brothers don't mind you being reliant on them, as they think it's a responsibility. they'd be willing to make you breakfast and wake you up everyday until you die.

when you arrive to the gates of hell, sae has to go to the other building. he tells you to stay safe and walks away, leaving rin to take care of you. rin always walks with you till the lockers cuz what if some creep goes up to you?? you need a 6 ft tall brother to handle this ( emo dog priviledges )

hanging out with your friends is cool, but not when the captain of the junior soccer club rin itoshi is constantly staring at your guy friends while his team mate isagi yoichi tries to get his attention. everytime you tell him that your fine and it's alright he goes :|.

class goes by smoothly and now its lunch time, yippie :D. oh but you don't need to get in line to get school lunch food that's ew, you already have a handmade lunch box made by sae.

today's lunch box consisted of sticky white rice along with fried egg, baby carrots with sweet & sour chicken. all in separated containers, packed nicely in a heating bag - oh and a pot of seaweed soup. nice.

as usual, the baby carrots are left untouch with a few white rice left sticking on the container. that's gonna be sae's business later on in the afternoon. you don't miss the way sae passes by your classroom, claiming he wants to see the school's newest football player isagi yoichi but everytime isagi talks to him he looks at the container of untouched baby carrots instead with an annoyed glare

isagi is starting to think the family has some issues going on.

school life is tough but when its finally over, you practically sprint to the metal gates only for sae to grab your hand and tells you "it's not safe" and to "calm down" while rin crosses his hands and gives you an unimpressed look.

"too slow turtle, i was already here" "you were supposed to wait for them dumbass" "says who?"

since its a hot summer day, sae takes you and rin to an ice cream shop to cool down a little. sae never eats the ice cream though, just hands you and rin a cone each and pays for it.

when you get home, you leave your lunchboxes on the table and decided to get a cooling bath. you don't do your homework immediately despite the constant nagging from sae and instead play some games.

at 8:24pm you went downstairs to eat dinner. rin always drags you off the bed because no matter how loud sae calls you to come down and eat you never seem to find the energy to do so.

at 11:30pm, after a tired day of everything you finally fall back to bed and sleep. you always forget to shut the lights so rin has to personally go to your room to do that for you, he says its a bad habit that you should fix soon but somehow his eyes never show a hint of annoyance.

at 12:00am does sae finally sleep, not without checking up on you and rin's room to make sure your both snoozing away. only after doing that does he find the comfort to be able to fall asleep, dreaming about whats to come.

a/n - this was not proof read guys so ignore the spelling & grmmar mistakes ...

[yuyu1024]

Midnight rain

Pairings: S.coups × y/n

Genre/tags: idol dating, confession, hidden feelings

Warning: insecurity, unsureness, relationship issue, cursing, [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 0.7k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. Check pinned post ♥️

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"What did you say?" You ask. "I didn't... I didn't hear you properly..." you stutter.

But that was a lie. You did hear him. You heard him loud and clear that each word echoed and still ringing in your ears

"I said... I'm going to ask Shanie to be my girlfriend... officially."

That fucking hurts. You wanted to scream and walk away. You wanted to ask him why. You wanted him to say that it was all a joke.

But looking at his smile, his eyes it is true.

"Oh..." You force a smile and smacks his shoulder, "Congrats! Y-you.. finally have the courage to ask her... that's awesome!"

Then there was a moment of silent that stretched between the two of you. You tried to ignore it. You went on to look up to the sky and watch the fireworks fill up the night with beautiful colors. You kept your smile even though your hands are literally shaking. Your so good at hiding it.

Or that's what you thought.

"Y/n..."

"Hmm?"

"Are you really happy? I mean... me asking Shanie to be my girlfriend..."

"Ahm, of course! Why would I not be?"

"Stop it." He adjusted his position. He's facing you more. "Stop pretending... I'm not blind..."

"What are you talking about?" You were trying so hard to brush it off.

You can face it. You can't talk about it.

The feelings you and Seungcheol have for each other. The feelings that the both of you kept on pushing back, acting like it does not exist even though both of you feel the vibrations in your hearts.

"Cheolie..." you closed your eyes and took a deep breathe first. "Please..."

"Please what? I don't get it! I like you. You like me. But you keep on choosing to avoid it. Why? What's wrong with choosing me? What's wrong with... allowing yourself to love me?"

"You know, we can't be together." You look away. "It's complicated..."

"Is it because of my work? Being an idol? You know I don't care what the media says. You know I can handle it! My fans... they will understand it. If not everyone... or immidately but they will someday so... It's fine."

"But I do care." You sighed. "I can't handle it... people talking shit about you. Saying mean things... your career... I... it matters to me..."

"So... you're willing to sacrifice your own feelings... and mine for my career? You think thats more important than you?"

You try to calm yourself so you would not cry. You are in public and with his family. Yes, his family. You two have been friends for a while and his family have treated you like theirs. They invited you in this family outing because its been a while since Seungcheol had a break at work.

"Y/n... please..."

"I know how much your work means to you... your members... your fans... making music, singing and performing...is your life."

"But you are part of my life too!"

"Cheolie..." you stood up and about to walk away but he pulls you back down again.

"Why are you like this? You've always told me to follow my heart and dreams... and I did with music and now I'm following it for you . I am in love with you y/n."

"People will hear." You hiss at him. "Cheolie... please..."

"Do you want us to stay like this? As friends?"

You paused and looked at him. "Yes."

"You... really are okay with me to date other women?"

"No... but... it's safer for you..."

"What's the difference of me dating them to you dating me?"

"They are better than me. People would accept them..."

"What?" His brows furrowed. He can't believe what she's saying. Her insecurities. Because for him, she's perfect just the way she is. "Is my love not enough... to make you feel... loved... content... secure...?"

You started to tear up and sob. "No... And you don't deserve to be with someone who needs constant reaffirmation... someone who haven't started the process of loving herself..."

"But... Y/n... I love you... I fucking love you..."

"I know... I do to... but... I'm not the right person for you... you deserve someone better."

[bachelor-buttons]

there was something about violet’s elimination in the unused 2001 script that rubbed me the wrong way and i think i finally put my finger on what it was: violet’s motivation for trying the gum is treated like she’s failing to resist an addiction, but it’s actually a defining character moment for violet because she’s rejecting her mother’s expectations and instead of being rewarded for this in the narrative she is punished.

for context, 2001 violet is the classic ‘gifted kid with a “good” relationship with her mom’ character type. this means her mother is constantly placing her at a moral high point compared to the other kids because of how “mature” violet is, which means violet is under constant pressure to behave pretty much like an adult. alongside this, it is stated that violet used to chew gum (as stress relief for the amount of pressure her mom placed her under), but her mom promised that she would stop smoking if violet stopped chewing gum. it is stated that violet misses chewing gum, and is struggling to quit.

this leads us to the inventing room. violet, willing to do anything for a piece of gum, steals the three-course-gum and turns into a blueberry as karmic retribution. the end.

but here’s the thing: gum chewing is never condemned in the script. in fact, the only reason violet quits is because her mother thinks chewing gum is “unattractive” and makes violet quit. in addition, when wonka is showing the group the gum, ms. beauregarde lowers her voice and complains to violet about how childish the tour is and how dull the candy is. violet quietly agrees, but as soon as her mom leaves the room she recklessly starts pursuing the gum with new determination.

we see ms. beauregarde pull this move in other parts of the script, but the inventing room is the first time we see violet rebel against it. in the dessert desert, veruca, mike, and charlie get into a sugar fight. instead of joining in, violet and her mother stand to the side. her mother says, “kids.” and violet says, “yeah. kids.” ms. beauregarde is using her implied expectations (violet is too mature to be like other kids) to stop violet from doing what she wants to do (join the sugar fight). in the inventing room, ms. beauregarde’s condemnation of the candy makes it so that violet is expected to not be excited about the one thing she lets herself be amazed by the entire tour: a stick of gum. but this time, violet finally lets herself enjoy something for once, and in an act of rebellion, ignores her mother’s expectations and chews the gum. it’s a moment of character development for her - she spends the entire tour acting above the other kids because of her mom’s expectations, and by chewing the gum she is finally letting herself be a kid. she should be rewarded, allowed to enjoy the gum and continue her progress towards freeing herself from her mother’s expectations, but instead she is turned into a blueberry in what honestly sounds like a horrific and painful process. and afterwards wonka is like “she learned the lesson she needed to ☺️” WHAT LESSON??? THAT SHE SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO HER MOM?? violet didn’t even need to learn a lesson, her mom did! but there’s no way ms. beauregarde isn’t too dense to realize that her parenting was the issue.

i am so glad that violet has actual characterization in the script, but it’s a little upsetting that the script writers gave her character development that culminated in a reckless rebellion against her mother but instead of addressing it as such they were like “actually she was in the wrong because um. gum addiction” and then they never show what lesson she was supposed to learn or if her mom changed anything about her behavior. justice for violet.

[flipping-the-coin]

Ratchet! Why are you so mean to Orion? He’s been in a bad place.

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔩 𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡: ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔱

ℭ𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔩 ℑ𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔫 -

ℭ𝔶𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔞𝔫 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔩 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔰 -

𝔊𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 -

Mean? You consider my actions merely mean? No, I am well aware that what I have been doing has long since stepped beyond that line into the realms of outright cruelty. However, I have no remorse in that regard. Orion Pax is not the only mech with personal issues and he never will be.

I have treated Orion with no more cruelty than he did Optimus. We fought a war because of HIS lover. We DIED so that he might have his Primus forsaken happy ending. We lost EVERYTHING because Orion Pax saw fit to be selfish when the rest of us could not afford to. My Prime spent every waking moment in absolute agony because of Orion and STILL offered his life to restore our world. I think it is only fair that some of that pain is returned to its originator… especially since Pax will live the rest of his days with all that he wanted while those of us who fought so hard will endure in silence, missing pieces of ourselves and suffering for Orion and Megatron's benefit. If I had my way, Megatron would be executed and Orion Pax would pay his penance in the Primacy serving under them. Perhaps then he would understand the concept of sacrifice.

We gave all we had to the cause, my Prime especially so. There was not a mech more loyal to our purpose than Optimus, and Orion, despite his claims of fighting for a better future, punished my Prime for that loyalty. Orion claims to fear Optimus, he says he is terrified of him because my Prime kept him 'locked away' while ignoring his pleas for mercy. But that leads me to wonder, why be afraid of someone who fought for our world if you are not an enemy of our people? Why would Orion struggle so bitterly to stop our efforts to end the threat Megatron posed if Orion did not truly care for our world, and rather just for his own personal gain? I spent vorns listening to my former friend rattle on and on about how freedom was a right all sentient beings were entitled to. Almost all of my time as a CMO I endured the long ramblings Orion fell into regarding the cruelty of the caste system. Do you have any idea how many speeches I listened to him recite on the subject? How many times I endured his constant prattling even as he abused his rank to pamper his precious gladiator?

He's a hypocrite, and I intend to remind him of it for the remainder of my functioning. He claims Optimus was the monster, and yet was it not because Orion was too selfish to take the Matrix that so many were hurt? He says Optimus was his jailer, hurting him by fighting for the cause ORION stood for. Despite the fact that Optimus stood for Orion's values, did Pax not torture him for it anyway? He's a selfish little glitch who never grew up enough to learn what it means to live for more than just himself.

How a mech like Optimus came from a glitch like Orion is beyond me. From what I see, my Prime may not have always been totally innocent, but at least he was consistent. He kept to his morals and he learned from his mistakes, always striving to be better and to meet the standards of his station and the Autobots. Even if he was wrong in his decisions as Orion claims, he still held himself to a higher standard and worked for a greater good that Orion abandoned long ago. The hatred and distain Pax bears toward the one who was forged from him sickens me. How can he despise the one HE created? Orion made Optimus, he made the war, and HE made the monster Megatron became. Do not mistake my words as sympathy or an excuse for the Primus forsaken slagger that dares to pollute Cybertron with his presence, but I will not lie and say that Megatron was not influenced. All of this death and pain could have been resolved long ago if Orion Pax were willing to see anything beyond his own desires for half a klik and make rational choices.

Optimus's will forbids that any harm come to Orion Pax or Megatron by extension. I honor that wish by never drawing energon. I know my Prime is far more merciful than I am. He has always been that way so long as I can remember. And so with that in mind, I will see justice dealt on his behalf.

I will do whatever it takes to ensure my Prime's legacy is honored and that he is happy. If that means Orion must suffer, then so be it. I hold no remorse.

𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔩 𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 - ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔱

[noonegetsleftbehind]

Dark Side of the Moon

You lock the door And throw away the key There's someone in my head but it's not me And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

After losing all of his team apart from Piers in Edonia, Chris suffered a devastating blow to his head that lead to a traumatic brain injury. Though he was pulled to safety by Piers and brought to a hospital, Chris left treatment and went missing for 3 months. During that time he had no memory of who he was or his life. He turned to alcohol and drank all of his pain and confusion away, making his condition that much worse.

By the time Piers found him and brought him back for another mission, Chris was in bad shape, but he knew enough that he had to get back to work. Even without the entirety of his memories and still in a state of amnesia, Chris knew that he had a job to do and put his work before his own health.Though he regained a chunk of his memories, Chris lost Piers (this can be verse dependent as I write verses with two Piers’s where he survived) and didn’t take any time to recover at all. He threw himself into nothing but work and avoided taking care of his own health at all.

Chris struggles near constantly with the guilt of the loss of his team and most importantly the loss of Piers. (Please note that my Chris is always played and written that he and Piers were together for years and were very close/in love and very serious. This is very integral to my portrayal and not something I am willing to bend on.) He’s plagued with grief and effects of a traumatic brain injury that he insists on ignoring. He hides his constant struggles with memory loss, headaches, short circuits in attention, nightmares, hallucinations and vision issues. He simply pushes through and doesn’t allow anything to deter him from his mission at hand. He made an unspoken promise that he would keep fighting to his dying breath because it was what he had to do.

This verse will be written and set either in his time of complete amnesia or post the events of RE6. This verse is open to anyone and can be tweaked according to and depending on the muse/relationship/verse. I can also tweak it for severity/progression/complications of the TBI. I am open to discussion/plotting of this.

[sawyerconfort]

Hi~

I really love that you are willing to write for Queenie. There isn't much Queenie x reader out there so can I request 33 and 6 for Queenie please?

Yeah, I'm back, sorry!

Busy day caught me by surprise!

There we go, anon!

Anyway, just came here to say Queenie is a queen (ha!) and deserved more appreciation, and better friends...

Keep sending asks! Keep sending prompts!

The list is pinned here!

Enjoy!

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33. "kiss me" 6. "was that your first kiss?"

Nights alone were a dreadful thing for you at Miss Robichaux's Academy, and even more so as one of the new witches, the fear was constant. You still didn't know how to deal with the intensity of your powers and, consequently, you couldn't deal with your own loneliness.

At least, on that particular night, you had Queenie. She was going through the same thing as you, feeling alone and unsupported by people who didn't appreciate her enough. There was still that awful doubt, that pressure that Fiona Goode put on you, about being the possible new Supreme.

While the other girls were preoccupied with competing, you tried to convince Queenie to forget about that idea and join in so she wouldn't feel so lonely anymore. So from that day forward, she always went to her room, or vice versa.

"What do you want to do today, (Y\N)?" she asked. "Want to play something? Summon spirits? Train for the Seven Wonders?"

You always shrugged and you always ended up having a nice conversation, eating snacks and sweets - pure greasy nonsense - while laughing about your unpleasant lives.

But that day, things seemed to change between you. You, in particular, were feeling weird about Queenie, and of course, there was the fact that she was completely changing her personality and abandoning her coven of witches.

Knowing this, you went after her, to resolve her and others' issues.

"What are you doing here, (Y\N)?" she asked, when you appeared out of nowhere after following her into Marie Laveau's salon. "If Marie sees you here, she'll kill you, you know?"

"We need to talk," you said, your voice more serious.

"About what?"

"About that" you pointed to Marie's house. "What are you doing here, in the enemy's house?"

"None of your business," Queenie replied.

"What's up, Queenie?" you snapped. "I've always treated you so well, why are you acting weird with me all of a sudden, too? Okay, girls sometimes ignore you, and Madison is a horrible person, but me? What have I done to you?"

She didn't answer, but you had suspicions about what it would be. Of course, you could take into account that you were also hoping it was that, and you needed a non-strange way to resolve it. Wanting to risk it, you just said, in a loud voice:

"Kiss me."

Queenie looked at you and frowned. "What?"

"I don't want to force anything, you can slap me in the face later, but I need you to kiss me, or I won't be able to solve my problems either."

She didn't wait for you to say anything, she just grabbed you by the shoulders and kissed you, intensely but in a tender way. It doesn't take long, though, for you to pull away. Queenie looked at you and smiled.

"Was that your first kiss?" she asked, frowning.

"No!" you replied, with your mouth open. "Uh…maybe?"

"You're funny, (Y\N)" she chuckled. "But what's up, solved it? Were you able to find a solution to your problems?"

You looked at her and, still half incredulous, said to her:

"I don't know, I guess we'll just have to try again, what do you say?"

[lennjamin-o7]

🌯🗡️ back just to quickly say with the “I think you might need to be wary of the "accidentally" in that sentence.”

Phil: (maybe) deliberately delays the trip so that when techno comes to the manor, his parents might be mad at him and present an opportunity for him to drive a wedge between them so he can get more trust / use it as a “well they were dicks so really I’m saving you” excuse before adopting tech

Phil: “This will work out perfectly and techno probably won’t even realise what I’ve done until too late!”

Techno: gets scratched on the cheek pretty badly, gets his hair shaved off and then gets locked in his room ignored and alone just to top it all off.

Phil: 👁️👁️

Phil: “I may have miscalculated just a tiny bit. Slightly bigger wedge than I was expecting but I’m used to improvising at this point”

The real magic behind this royal family is the way they’re constantly able to fuck up literally ANY plan Phil has with them. Purely just a “oh you think you’re bad?? Watch this!” And then they just accidentally neglect their son.

The royal family: “We have 2 perfect children. It’s not really our fault when we compare the normal one to them and punish him harshly because if it!”

Phil: “You’ve fucked up a perfectly good sonboy is what you did! Look at him. Now he has self worth issues ON TOP of anxiety!”

That and just:

Phil, finally coming face to face to renegotiate the deal: “You’re not leaving until I get my son.”

The royals: “Don’t you mean daughter??”

Phil: “I know what I said”

Or:

The king and queen: “We want nothing more than to have our children happy and safe which is why we’re going to the queen of fae to negate this deal”

Techno: Would genuinely intimately be happier and safer if he was adopted by Phil and Kristin. He gets to experience everything they deprived him of ON TOP of becoming immortal and having 2 of the most powerful fae in existence willing to go to battle for him in a HEARTBEAT

The king and queen: “No not like that-“

As well as:

The king and queen: “Wow we’re such good parents!”

Phil: Provides a better parenting experience in a single evening than they did in their entire lives of having 3 children

Phil: Steals the one child they never truly appreciated and gives him the best life POSSIBLE to make up for all that he missed and went through

Phil: “And I’d do it again BITCH”

I genuinely just adore the thought of Phil having just CONSTANT beef with them, like it’s not even about the deal anymore he’s just mad at them over their parenting skills. Just doing ANYTHING he can to fuckin upstage them, bro has beef with them down to the BONE with how mad he is.

Phil: Deliberately has Kristin make winter colder just so the king and queen like have problems heating the castle and their kingdom struggles

The king and queen: “Damn it’s fuckin way too cold this year”

Phil: “And that’s what you deserve! I fuckin PRAY you freeze”

Techno: Shivers slightly

Phil: “Oh my baby, my poor sonboy. Do you want some enchanted blankets to keep you warm? What about some Totally Not Magical stew to make you extra toasty?? Maybe even a heating enchantment on that earring???”

Bro will forever be their BIGGEST hater. He wakes up every day and tries spread as many bad vibes onto them as possible. He literally worked out a way to magically make sure both sides of their pillows would be warm. That’s the level of hating he’s been on.

Or that meme with I receive vs you receive:

Phil: “Here’s the deal, I receive a perfect sonboy who I can dote on and adore with my wonderful wife for the rest of forever”

Phil: “You receive me not obliterating your entire bloodline and taking the kid anyway”

The king and queen: “I can’t help but feel this real might be a little bit uneven”

Techno: “Do I get a say in this like at all??”

Phil: “No ❤️”

That 1 sentence just spurred on so much brainrot for me I couldn’t help but share! My brain created like 50 different pathways just to brainrot and come up with more scenarios. I’m like going back and checking for spelling mistakes and I’m literally only just realising now how much I’ve written lmao

As always, have a nice day and I’m sorry if I’ve overwhelmed!

Phil. Maybe not the King of the Fae, but certainly the King of Improv. He is an opportunist. They opportuniest of opportunists. He is 'Yes, and?'ing this adoption.

Techno is just a little guy. A little guy with a big heart. He needs some attention. Some love. That shouldn't be too much to ask. And yet-

And Yet-

Enchanted blankets, you say?

But Yeah, Philza is not happy about the state of the sonboy. He should have been better taken care of. Don't worry. :) He's got this covered :)

Bro, sorry it took me so long to respond. But I adore every SYLLABLE of all of your brainrots. Literally. Never apologize. I am so glad you sent them. <3 <3 <3 <3

[myastroguruji]

How Bad Communication Habits Can Ruin Your Love Relationship?

Effective communication is a vital component of a healthy and thriving love relationship. Conversely, bad communication habits can seriously damage and even ruin a relationship. Here are some ways in which poor communication habits can harm a love relationship. Also, know some of the effective Astrological remedies to tackle your relationship.

Bad Communication and ruined relationship 

Misunderstandings: Failing to express your thoughts and feelings clearly can lead to misunderstandings. When your partner misinterprets your words or actions, it can create conflict and erode trust.  Keep in check your monthly horoscope by date of birth.   

Resentment: Holding in your feelings or concerns, instead of discussing them openly, can lead to resentment. Over time, this resentment can build up and cause emotional distance between you and your partner.

Lack of emotional connection: If you consistently avoid deep, meaningful conversations with your partner, you may miss out on the emotional intimacy that is essential for a loving relationship. Sharing your thoughts, fears, and dreams is what deepens your emotional connection.

Failure to address issues: Ignoring problems or sweeping them under the rug rather than addressing them can lead to unresolved conflicts and unhappiness. Over time, these issues can fester and become even more challenging to resolve.

Defensive responses: Responding defensively, with anger or deflection, when your partner brings up concerns or criticism can make your partner hesitant to communicate with you. This can create a cycle of poor communication.

Stonewalling: When you or your partner withdraws or shuts down during conflicts, it can hinder problem-solving and resolution. Stonewalling can leave important issues unaddressed and lead to ongoing tension.

Constant criticism: Habitually criticizing or nitpicking your partner can erode their self-esteem and lead to feelings of inadequacy. It can also make your partner less willing to communicate with you.

Avoiding difficult conversations: Avoiding topics that are uncomfortable or challenging may seem like a way to maintain peace, but it often leads to more significant issues down the line. It's important to have difficult conversations to understand each other's needs and work through problems.

Overuse of technology: In the digital age, excessive use of technology, such as constant texting or social media, can create distance in your relationship. It's essential to find a balance and prioritize face-to-face communication.

Lack of active listening: Failing to actively listen to your partner can lead to them feeling unheard and unvalued. Effective communication involves not just talking but also listening and showing empathy.

Astrological ways to fix your ruined relationship 

If you're facing relationship problems due to bad communication habits, it's generally advisable to seek practical solutions through open communication, therapy, or counseling from some reliable and expert online astrologers. Here are some common astrological remedies that may be suggested for fixing your relationship issues.    

Natal Chart Analysis: A professional astrologer may analyze your natal charts to understand your individual personalities, tendencies, and compatibility. This can help identify potential areas of conflict and provide insights into how to work through them. So consult your janam kundli free from our astrologers.   

Transits and Progressions: Astrologers may analyze the current planetary transits and progressions to your natal chart to determine if there are any astrologically significant events that could be impacting your relationship. This can be a way to understand external influences that might be affecting your communication.

Planetary Remedies: In some astrological belief systems, remedies like wearing specific gemstones, performing rituals, or chanting mantras associated with certain planets or signs can be recommended to improve relationships. These remedies are believed to balance planetary energies.

Compatibility Analysis: Astrologers often look at the compatibility of two individuals' astrological signs (e.g., Sun signs, Moon signs, Venus signs) to gain insights into the strengths and challenges of a relationship. They may offer suggestions based on astrological compatibility. Also, you should opt to consult your kundli matchmakingform vedic experts.  

Couples' Astrology Counseling: Some astrologers offer couples' astrology counseling, where they help you understand each other's astrological influences and provide guidance on how to communicate more effectively based on your astrological profiles.

To maintain a healthy love relationship, it's crucial to be aware of these bad communication habits and work to improve your communication skills. Open, honest, and respectful communication is the foundation of a strong and lasting connection with your partner. For the right guidance and consultation, you can opt to chat with astrologer online.

[tommycorriander]

As I am a writer, I may have a slightly different outlook from a viewer, so maybe my input won't be as helpful. However, I believe the intent in this scene is to show that Charlie is hung up on the death of Pentious. Personally speaking I believe this could have been done better, the dialogue is very on the nose, but that is what I believe the scene is trying to communicate.

Largely though I take issue with that as well. Perhaps I'm being uncharitable and maybe this will be made better with the whole season, but I distinctly remember the entire cast singing an upbeat song about rebuilding the hotel shortly after Pentious died. It's a bit difficult to believe Charlie truly does miss Pentious and is gravitating to this different but vaguely similar person out of grief and a need to fill the hole in her heart when she, along with the rest of the hotel residents, sang a cheery tune about rebuilding the hotel and her concern over Pentious pretty much up and disappears.

As for how the scene as a viewer feels? Given Charlie's constant ignorance of her few residents' issues and her general lack of real empathy, this scene feels more like it's telling me that Charlie truly doesn't care to know the sinners she purports to care for, instead treating them all as interchangeable names and faces for her to save. It wasn't as obvious in the previous season as you had to be more willing to pay attention to the subtext (unintentional though it was) of her behavior, but in this scene it's put front and center.

Hazbin struggles with this constantly, where the writers clearly have an intended reading, but as a result of poor writing, poor characterization, and a lack of real consideration for actions and consequences, the opposite effect is achieved. It's telling me one thing but showing another and insisting that what I'm shown is actually exactly what I'm being told. The disconnect is frustrating.

This clip was eye-opening to me because it proved that Viv and Adam absolutely can write a scene in an adult cartoon (Viv did Zoophobia so I know she can do family-friendly stuff though Zoophobia wasn't that funny) with good jokes (not great but I can at least understand why some would laugh) without relying on swearing or sex jokes as punchlines, setups or even undertones. It just makes the first season's lazy humor look even worse cause apparently they do know how to do it right.

Like, this isn't amazing comedy or anything, but hell, at least I can see they're actually trying here. Decent comedy is all I'm asking from this universe.

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#5

CONTENT WARNING :: dicussion of HB (Helluva Boss), and abuse, if you don't wanna see stuff relating to this content the TL:DR is "grrrr i ahte the creator and the content" ok have a nice day.

Helluva boss is NOT good. I'm saying this outright, it is at best, mediocre, and at worst, a horrible piece of media that romanticizes abuse when it benefits from it. And as of the most recent episode, it leans far more into the worst-case scenario than the best.

*As a quick note; Yes, I’ve seen all the Helluva Boss episodes (As of S2E2). Do not try to claim anything relating to me just not having seen it, I have.

Helluva Boss for those uninformed, is an indie animation series by Vivienne Maree Medrano, more famously known as “Vivziepop”. The show follows boss of murder business Blitz as he struggles to balance his business and the encounters between him and Stolas.

The show, however, once you dive into it, is bad. It’s just. Bad. The writing is inconsistent, bland, and downright toxic at points.

The main plot line is a “Will they? Won’t they?” between Blitz & Stolas, y’know, the toxic ””couple””.

I’ll get more on the treatment of abuse within Helluva Boss later, but even without that; the story is plain and boring to watch because... You don’t really want the two to actually get together, and neither do the characters! With Blitz talking to Stolas at the end of S1E7 about how he can’t deal with the constant objectification and ignoring of his emotions.

Now that alone should’ve been an answer to “Will they? Won’t they?”, because they don’t want to.

The characters, however, are not a good source for how they feel because they flip-flop and lose character traits at a moment’s notice when the show wants them to. They never grow, and yet they never stay the same.

This is the main source of the inconsistencies, with characters acting unlike they should, making illogical choices, and of course, changing without reason and ignoring the change that they should’ve kept. 

(*The biggest examples of this I will provide are; Blitz promising Moxxie to be better and then instantly stalking him and his wife next episode; Octavia forgiving Stolas for no real reason besides being told to; and Blitz’s emotions about Stolas constantly swapping when the show so desires.)

The show’s writing is just downright bad, also. Boring, unfunny, and confusing, the show ignores its own setting and in-world rules, bends them to the character’s wills, and does whatever to make the plot it wants to happen, happen. In S2E2, Octavia asks for the book to “take her to the stars”. It then brought her to LA. But why? How does this book know lingo for a famous person? It’s obvious what Octavia wanted, and there is no real reason why she ended up in LA other than the episode’s plot called for it.

And at the end of the episode, Octavia forgives Stolas for no reason! Octavia is obviously upset that her dad doesn’t bother to check in on her or care for her in the slightest, (*He didn’t even know Octavia went missing, he had to be informed of this!) and what is the thing she’s told? “Oh well, everyone has issues, just because they don't act like they care doesn’t mean they don't!” 

Which... I don’t think I have to explain how that’s a terrible thing to say to a child who’s distressed about the situation regarding her parents.

Another thing, the whole “they met as kids”... Blitz is implied to be younger than Stolas, but then in S2E1, they’re the same age. This seems to be done purely for ship bait. Speaking of S2E1, let’s talk about how abuse is treated within Helluva Boss.

Stolitz is an inherently toxic and abusive relationship, the two meet when Blitz is sold to Paimon. And when they re-meet again years later, Stolas doesn’t even remember Blitz’s name but is far too eager to have sex with him. Although Blitz started that, he is clearly uninterested in the encounter, having snuck in to steal something from Stolas. 

Not to mention, the whole thing with Stolas being a prince of hell and Blitz being an imp. Vivzie has said (*Though this is never expanded upon, shown, reflected, or otherwise implied within the show itself besides snarky comments from Stolas and his dad.) that imps are at the lowest rank within hell’s hierarchy. With Stolas showing mild discomfort benign around imps before, it’s got bad implications when we’re supposed to see Stolas and Blitz as a cute couple. 

Stolas is shown being inappropriate with Blitz throughout the series, the worst example being his flirting with Blitz as he’s panicking instead of doing literally anything else in S2E2. Blitz is shown and outright states that he’s uncomfortable with this. Though with how inconsistent the characters act, this barely matters to the show except for when it can create fun ✨Drama.✨

But oh! No! Abuse is bad, actually! But only when characters we don’t like do it. At the end of S2E1, Stella (*Stolas’s wife.. Or, ex-wife.) is implied to be abusive towards Stolas, obviously, that isn’t good, abuse is bad… But... The abuse Stolas does… isn’t..? Oh when Stolas sexually harasses a person he perceives as being below him, and when he neglects the needs of his daughter, he’s just sad and lonely, isn’t he? Nope, he’s not abusive! He just needs someone to love him and fix him right up! (*Sarcasm.)

The show flips its moral when it so desires, and when it fits the narrative it wants to tell. Abuse is bad, but only when it happens to characters we like! Stalking and Sexual harassment is funny! Except when I decide it isn’t! You can’t have your cake and eat it, either the stuff that’s happening is bad, or it isn’t, you can’t portray abuse as fun and quirky but then turn around and say it isn’t when you benefit from it. 

And don’t anyone say anything like, “Oh but it’s hell! They’re supposed to be bad!” The show knows it’s bad. It just doesn’t want to portray things as bad if its darling characters do them.

And this isn’t... Just a Helluva Boss thing, either. There’s a weird pattern in Vivzie’s content where abuse is romanticized. Leaving little, if any, room to have the content get better when Vivzie’s the head writer and creator of the thing. 

It worries me heavily, mostly for the fans. 

Vivzie’s bred this weird, “creator’s word is law” community that praises her for breathing. And when this happens around a show and creator that treats abuse as something fun and cute, it’s concerning! Especially since a lot of her fans are not adults.

Her fandom attacks anything that opposes their norm, (*Sometimes, this includes Vivzie’s choices to change small details on designs!) blindly accepting whatever Vivzie does and dismissing flaws that breed into worse and worse problems.

It’s like a cockroach swarm, there’s never just “one” cockroach. And letting it just go, ignoring that it exists, will leave roaches infesting your cereal. 

And it’s... Not that you can separate the content Vivzie makes, after all, art is a personal thing. 

And if you can, what’s the line? When is too much, too much? If you can’t separate the art from the artist, what does that say about the artist themselves?

At the end of the day, Helluva boss and the likes concern me, not just for how bad it is, but for the fact that Vivzie’s brought back this weird, 2012 fandom that bullies, harasses, and pushes aside any criticism. Her fans, a large majority of them, lack media literacy, acknowledging the issues within a property you enjoy, is very important! It does suck when things turn out bad, but nothing good comes from ignoring issues. If you can’t handle a show you like maybe not being so great, how will you handle people you know ending up not being so great? 

Overall.. I’m concerned. Fans I have known, act not very great. Fans I’ve just seen passing by, act not very great, and Vivzie herself, doesn’t act very great.

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#4

NEW NARRATOR DESIGN OF MINE - with a concept under the cut

the speech bubble is actually him, the body can't really feel anything, and is morphable ^__^ its not often used, and i hc that since the narrator doesnt properly understand actual humans, he cant make a proper "human" form.

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90 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#3

quick narrator idea

95 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#2

Cringecatgender

A gender connected and affected by interests considered "cringe", cats, "ugly" cats, warrior cats, and the early warrior cats fandom.

Pronouns ; mew/mew/mews/mewself claw/claw/claws/clawself rawr/rawr/rawrz/rawrzelf waffle/waffle/waffles/waffleself

Blank flag and alternate crest below cut!

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99 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

uhmmmmmm hi tsp fandom * throws a rock at you * sorry for these doodles, but theres an actual drawing under the cut

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Could I request a part two of Sky x Mind Fairy! Reader? Thank you very much :)

A little danger

Pairing: Sky of Eraklyon x mind!fairy

P   A   R   T       2

Picking at her cuticles, Y/N couldn’t focus in class. It’s always been difficult for her to exercise control over her magic and plenty have tried to teach her how to quiet the voices she’s constantly praying would go away, but no one came closer than headmistress Dowling.

Under her care, Y/N had very few incidents regarding her magic. Ever since she disappeared, it’s been impossible to get through a single day without issues that made other students wary. No one wanted to be around an out of control fairy with the power many have compared to ancient magic most fairies only get pieces of.

“Perhaps Miss Y/L/N can enlighten us?”

Snapping out of her daze, Y/N can sense the anxiety all of her classmates feel with steady streams of support from a few who harbor empathy – Stella, Musa, Terra, Aisha, Bloom and the new girl she hasn’t met yet. Y/N was never close to any of the girls, sharing a few words with Musa from time to time. Truth be told, she couldn’t let herself care for anyone, she couldn’t burden herself with anyone’s emotions when her own try to drown her daily.

“About what?” She asks carefully and the professor’s annoyance is evident even to those who aren’t mind fairies.

“About mind fairies abilities.”

Clearing her voice, she glances at Musa. “That depends.” Licking her lips, she lets out a shuddered breath. “Weaker mind fairies only sense emotions. Stronger ones can influence such emotions – either change them or take them away completely which can be as debilitating as a sword to the heart if the fairy wills it so.”

Inhaling deeply, she forces herself to look ahead at the professor. “Others can read minds or even control some of them. If the victims are weak minded, unaware of the attack, they can succumb to a powerful mind fairy.” Furrowing her brows, she swallows thickly. “And then there are those who possess the ancient magic”, she can feel everyone’s on edge, worried she might snap once again. Some have even cowered behind their desks in anticipation.

“Those fairies can use telekinesis as well as do all the things aforementioned.”

“Can they transform”, Musa asks and Y/N turns to her with concern.

“I don’t know.”

After class, Y/N stayed behind. Last thing she needs is to find herself in the panicked group of students fleeing the class to get away from her. Their emotions could be dangerous and she’s exhausted, hoping for a single moment of peace.

“I know how it feels”, Musa’s voice lingers in her mind. She didn’t speak it to her, she thought it. And she knew Y/N could hear.

“The constant fear of killing everyone? Really?” Y/N chuckles dryly.

“No, but the voices”, Musa speaks. “They never quiet for me either.”

“Do you feel it, though?” Y/N turns to her with tears in her eyes. “Something’s different since Dowling abandoned the school.”

“Yeah”, Musa stands. “It’s been impossible to ignore everyone’s fears and anxieties.”

“I feel the rage”, Y/N bites her lower lip. “I feel pure, unadulterated rage and hatred and grief and danger I cannot explain.”

Frowning, Musa folds her arms over her chest. “From who?”

Shrugging, Y/N’s lips quiver. “I can’t focus hard enough to identify them. But something bad is coming our way and the fairies that have gone missing cannot be a coincidence.”

Nodding, Musa nears her. “We agree.”

“We?”

Within the hour, Y/N found herself surrounded by the very girls she’s been avoiding. They didn’t fear her, though some, like Aisha, kept a healthy dose of concern alive.

“So, you’re telling me Rosalind is summoning some creatures that are taking fairies but none of you know for what purpose?”

Glancing at each of the girls staring at her, Y/N sighs. They haven’t got a clue what’s happening, but neither does she. At least now, Y/N can breathe easily. The constant feeling of dread that’s been taking apart her sanity makes sense. There is something amidst here and she’s not losing control for no reason.

“Alright. So how do we find out?”

Bloom raises her brows, pointing at the girls. “We will.”

Snorting, Y/N shakes her head. “Why bother telling me all of this if I’m not allowed to take part in any of it?”

“Because you’re having control issues and that’s not something we can gamble on.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Y/N leans back on the wall. “Really, Bloom? We’re talking about control issues now?”

Sighing, Bloom looks at the girls for support but no one says a word. “Sky would kill us.”

“What does he have to do with this?” Stepping closer, Y/N scowls. “What did your boyfriend tell you?”

Frowning, Bloom licks her lips. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N shakes her head. “Everyone knows about you two.”

“They’re wrong”, Bloom exclaims. “We’re just too different and decided being friends would be for the best a while ago.”

“And at what point did he decide that you’d all report to him about what I do?”

“The moment Blood witches became part of the story”, Bloom replies.

Biting the inside of her bottom lip, Y/N nods to herself. “You didn’t tell me they’re involved too.”

Blood witches are the natural enemies of all fairies, but their rivalry with mind fairies is incomparable to others. Mind fairies, if powerful enough, can wield identical magic, difference being mind fairies can soil their plans but they cannot fight back.

“It’s complicated.” Musa speaks up.

“Sure it is”, Y/N smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “If you need me, Musa has my number.”

Rushing out of the dorms, Y/N headed straight for the forest. She can feel her own anger bubbling up, tightening inside her chest. Her powers are escalating again, sounds of everyone’s thoughts playing inside her mind are louder, screaming in unison and she cannot find her own voice in their violent chorus.

Grimacing, she’s running past the specialist training grounds, feeling she’s losing the last inkling of hope for an incident free day. And she was doing so well for once, there were moments of pure silence she could hold onto in the morning, especially when she’d daydream.

Falling to her knees, heaving, she tried to pinpoint where she’s gone to but the world is spinning around her as her throat closes up with the panic crawling down to her lungs to rob her of the ability to breathe.

She can’t hold on, the reigns she’s been gripping so tightly have left her with rope burns that send searing pain throughout her very being. And so she gives up. She relents control, allowing the pain out in the world, screaming out as the wildfire burning in her lungs makes its way out her throat.

It’s a raw, powerful way to release emotions, destructible in ways she never dreamed of becoming. The trees around her fall to their sides from the impact as her telekinetic magic escapes her, ripping them from their roots. And in that moment, the woods have cleared, allowing sunshine to warm her tear-stricken face.

And as her focus returns, she doesn’t hear thousands of thoughts plaguing her as usual. She only hears one.

That hurt.

“Sky?!”

Scrambling to her feet, she looks around frantically. In that moment she found the source of both peace and frustrations that she convinced herself is unnecessary in her life, but her heart is screaming otherwise.

“Here”, he raises a hand.

Seeing him on the ground, her heart drops. She did that. She hurt him. She didn’t mean to, but it happened and she has no excuse.

Covering her mouth, she chokes back a sob.

“Are you happy now?!” Her voice is raspy, filled with concern and unimaginable hurt.

Lifting his head, he furrows his eyebrows. “Why are you the one that’s mad at me?”

“Because you could have died!” Coming closer to him, she finds him propping himself up on his elbows. “I could have killed you!”

“But you didn’t”, he smirks. “Besides, I always wanted to know what it feels like to fly.”

Narrowing her eyes at him, her lips part. “Oh my God, you’re insane.”

Chuckling, he sits up. “Just matching your energy.”

“Fuck you!”

“I wish you would”, Sky jokes and her jaw drops.

“Are you Riven?” She furrows her brows. “Did he somehow insert himself in your body?”

“No”, Sky stands up, holding his stomach. Wincing, he licks his lips. “I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to be crude.”

“Lift up your shirt.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“What?”

“Wanna make it up to me? Lift up your shirt!”

Sighing, he grabs the hem of his shirt. “You didn’t do this to me”, he says quietly as she comes closer. Revealing a bandage running ‘round his stomach, Y/N swallows thickly at the sight.

Reaching to the area where he was gripping his stomach moments ago, Y/N pauses before her fingertips touch the bandage.

“Who did this to you?”

“Training’s been different lately”, Sky takes hold of her hand, allowing it to rest over the bandage. The hesitation and the shakiness of her fingers are more painful than the wound itself.

“I’m sorry”, she whispers, eyes still focused on his hand over hers.

“For what?”

“For being unable to protect you.” Looking up, she finds his blue eyes already on her. “If I were a different fairy, I could help you – protect you or heal you, but I’m useless. If anything, I’m a danger for you.”

“You think you don’t heal me?” Sky laughs. “I remember when we met.” Exhaling loudly, he places her hand over his heart now. “Saul and your mom were friends and we spent so much time together. You had the prettiest smile and the happiest laugh I’ve ever heard.”

“And you always teased me about my inability to spar with you properly.”

“Because I liked you”, Sky admits. “You were like the sun and then you were gone.”

“I started exhibiting powers”, Y/N explains. “I hurt you.”

“You barely left a mark”, he insists.

Shaking her head, she bites her lower lip. Dropping her gaze, she lets out a heavy sigh. “There was so much blood.”

Bowing his head, he uses his free hand to show her the scar. “And yet I cherished this every day since you were taken from my life.”

“You’re masochist”, she deadpans.

“Just a guy who really missed his childhood friend.”

“That you liked”, she smiles softly and for the first time in a painfully long time, Sky sees the smile he spent years yearning for.

“Like”, he tucks her hair behind her ear. “I never forgot about you.”

“The terrible sparring partner who almost killed you”, she reminds him. “I’m incredibly dangerous. People around me tend to die.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“You should”, she winces. “Ever since the Burned ones attacked the school, whatever control I had was lost.” The sounds of their suffering have unhinged her that night and they haunt her still.

Releasing her hand, he smiles as she keeps it over his chest. She can hear his mind, feel his emotions if she wants to, yet she holds on to the feeling of his heart beating against his chest frantically for her as if she doesn’t trust her abilities, only what’s under the palm of her hand.

Placing the tip of his index finger under her chin, he tilts her head up to meet her gaze bravely. “I’m not leaving you”, he repeats solemnly.

“Because I’m your fairy?”

Cupping her cheeks, he leans his forehead on hers. “Because you make me glad I’m alive.”

part 3

[edgyandoverzealous]

Bacause Cringe culture is dead and I am back in my FNAF SB phase. Explaining your Kins as the therapist friend but I'm feeling salty so it's all just calling you out. Except I felt bad after a little bit so they each have a funny/lighthearted one calling me out.

Glamrock Freddy

How's those daddy issues doing?

Was he emotionally absent, physically absent, or was he just distant and unaffectionate?

I'm willing to bet he called you superstar once and you immediately started kinning.

Additionally how're those abandonment issues treating ya?

On a scale from 1/10 how displeased were you when Freddy got dragged away by moon 'cause he powered down before he got to the charging station?

You know he originally was gonna turn on you right? That would worsen your abandonment issues, you should thank Scott for that one.

You are the parent friend btw, Ily please bring bandaids and painkillers I'm accident prone and ignore pain until it's unbearable. We may be going to the ER</3

Glamrock Chica

Are you a Lesbian? Or are you the oldest child who uses gentle techniques of sibling-parenting?

How do you feel knowing you probably aren't listened to?

How's your mommy issues doing?

Do you mayhaps think that people won't want you unless you give them something?

Do you feel like no one takes care of you but you always have to take care of everyone else?

How's your relationship with food going? Yeah, me too. Note that chica physically can't eat by the end as well.

Do you even speak/Do you ever shut up?

Scared of overcoddling but also terrified of taking a step back and away because you feel like if you stop they'll all leave you much?

Choir/Band/Theatre kid or grandparent friend with hard candies in their purse that I would eat wrapper and all because intrusive thought said to and shiny.

Roxxane Wolf

So are you a Lesbian, furry, or e-girl simp? Or are you the oldest child who uses more forceful/low-key mean techniques of sibling-parenting?

How's the crippling self doubt and God complex treating you?

How's crying in your room because you yelled at them and said something mean but don't know how to say sorry going?

What about that inferiority complex?

Pushing everyone away because they'll only leave you? Ding ding ding we have a winner.

Burnt out perfectionist?

You're the type of friend whose love language is bullying and play fighting. Be careful you don't make your friend cry, I am the friend that'd cry.

Monty Gator

Self-destructive behavior, pent up aggression and always looking for a reason to fight?

Anger issues much? Or do you just simp for Bonnie's replacement because you saw one too many human Monty edits?

You're probably short too, huh? Just like the fuse you have when given a chance. Or your big and burly which also is terrifying.

How's your constant existential crisis going?

Do you feel like there's a looming expectation that's too big for you to fill over your head?

Do you feel like you're never first choice?

That you're simply a replacement for everyone else?

How about respect? Do you ever give or receive it? No?

Are you always restless? Yeah? Thought so.

You're the protective friend who is willing to throw hands with anyone who disturbs their friends. Me too honestly, I've been held back on multiple occasions because I'm a short queer man and it's in my veins.

Glamrock Bonnie

So are you still sobbing over that one line, you know the one, or are you living on fan theories? Like how are you still kicking?

How's your mental health? Bad? Yeah I thought so.

Anxiety and depression kin you honey? <3

Disasciotiating royalty, you.

You long for something in your past that cannot be changed.

You fall for what you know you can't have and never will be obtained, don't you?

You felt robbed by the game and that's okay. I miss him too.

Sun/Moon

You scare me, legitimately you scare me. Y'alls fandom is legitimately impressive especially for insert types. You have one of every flavor and are insanely good at drawing the skrunglies less skrungly. Good for you.

Additionally how's healing your inner child going?

And those mommy and daddy issues?

I'm sorry you weren't held as a child?

Too busy parenting everyone else to have been cared for the same?

Forced to grow up too fast?

You were definitely a traumatized child. Adults let you down and now you seek comfort in a robot of two extremes as unstable as your adolescence.

You're the "childish" friend. Silly, sweet, and full of fun but you are by no means innocent. That was stolen from you a long time ago.

Also you either can't sleep or you oversleep or both.

Mapbot

You scare me, legitimately you scare me. The scariest bots in the game??? Really??? Those buddies??? Okay???? Honestly the healthiest option tbh.

You are either a troll or a disaster bisexual or an enby.

You cling to people because you don't want them to leave you, but that pushes them away more often than not.

How does it feel to be so underated and the "side character" in your own life?

You blend in wherever you go even when you want to be seen or when you want someone to help you.

By the way how's the constant desperation going? Aren't you tired of being sane? Don't you want to go absolutely feral?

[wowcatboys]

hello, friend :)

I was wondering if you could perhaps shoot me some himeno being protective of their s/o? feel free to ignore this if you must :)

Hiya friend! Absolutely!! Himeno is totally underrated, she deserves more love 💖

Himeno

With Himeno around, rest assured that anything trying to get to you will have to go through her. At the first hint of danger, she summons her ghost, and quickly dispatches whatever might be threatening you. She doesn’t play around when it comes to your well-being. If she needs more power to protect you, she’ll sacrifice a limb without a second thought. As long as Himeno breathes, nothing, and no one, will touch you.

Himeno tries her best to keep you far, far away from the world of devil hunting. If you work in Public Security, it's her top-priority to get you to quit. Every morning, as soon as your eyes flutter open, Himeno snuggles into you, nuzzles against your neck, and murmurs, "Hmm, today feels like the perfect day to put our two weeks' notice in." She doesn't care if you tell her to stop, or that it's annoying, or that you're set on killing devils. She's seen what happens to the ones who refuse to quit, and she'll be damned if she lets it happen to you; she'd rather deal with the cold shoulder after you get frustrated with her than deal with your funeral. If you don't work for PubSec, she still keeps the details of her work private. She introduces you to her coworkers and lets you come out drinking with them, but she stubbornly refuses to tell you about her contracts or what devils she had to deal with on any given day. Himeno has a work life, and a private life, and she does her best to keep you firmly out of her work life.

If anything or anyone is making you stressed or nervous, Himeno is glad to handle it for you. She's willing to do everything from calling your doctor to make an appointment for you, to confronting the creepy guy who’s been hanging around your work and threatening to cut his balls off if she ever sees his face within a hundred feet of you again. Some people believe you should handle your own problems; Himeno is not one of those people. (At least, not when it comes to you.) Any issue in your way, she’s willing to try to fix for you.

Himeno’s way of protecting you is understated, but constant; if you’re not looking for it, you might even miss the watchful eye she keeps for you. Himeno makes sure she’s the one closer to the street when you two are walking down the sidewalk, hand-in-hand. She double checks that your windows are locked before you fall asleep at night. If you’re planning a date night, she ensures no devils have been spotted in the area recently. Rather than protect you when danger crosses your path, Himeno would rather you never run into trouble in the first place. Rest assured, Himeno is always keeping an eye out for you, even if she doesn’t make a big show out of it.

Normally, Himeno’s pretty good at distinguishing who’s a threat and who’s not, but once she gets a few drinks in her that discretion goes completely out the window. If she notices someone so much as staring at your shoes in a bar, she’ll start a shouting match. “Hey asshole,” she slurs, not caring who hears, “try anything funny with my partner and I’ll beat the shit out of ya!” While it’s nice to know she has your back, it’s not as nice when her fiery temper gets you kicked out of your favorite bar (yet again). Don’t worry, though; she’ll make it up to you when you get home, behind closed doors.

Himeno’s not afraid to let you know if she’s worried about where you’re going or who you’re hanging out with. She won’t stop you, of course, but if you’re going to a bad part of town she wrinkles her nose and gives a disapproving look. “Oh, baby,” she whines, “you better be careful if you head out that way, okay?” Make sure to call or text her every now and then, just so she knows you’re alright; it’ll go a long way in calming her nerves.

In all honesty, Himeno is a little overprotective of you. It can be irritating at times! Try to give her some grace, though; consider the horrors she’s seen happen time-and-time-again to her friends and co-workers. She doesn’t think she could forgive herself if anything like that ever happened to you, and she was unable to stop it. So yes, maybe it gets old sometimes when she's always asking where you're going and reminding you to be safe; but just know she's only looking out for you, and she's only on your case because she really, truly loves you.