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[clairetoocool]

BEST SUMMER EVER

part four - crush

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tags - major fluff, minor angst, might be very corny sry, 1.2k wc!!

since the moment ino saw you on his first day at the camp, he was hooked.

whenever he saw you walk by him, help out some campers in the same room as him, or do anything in his line of sight really, he thought you were the most perfect thing to ever grace this earth.

so when yuji texted him about you he freaked out!!

he decided he should be VERY nonchalant, incase yuji was interested in you instead, because how was he supposed to tell him he thought you were perfect?

how was he going to tell him he noticed when you would scrunch your nose when you laughed? or when you went to the lake to read and listen to music, and just enjoy being outside?

but when yuji even hinted at you being interested in ino, he was tweaking out!!

ino made sure to never mess anything up with you, retyping a text over and over until he thought it was okay to send, making sure never to touch you too much when you two would hang out.

he was SO excited to go to the party with you, finally being able to make a move and really show you how much you mean to him.

until a girl he knew in middle school ran up to him at the party, while he was waiting for you.

"oh my GOSH!! takuma is that you?!?!?!?!?" "haha yeah hi!.." he didnt really pay too much attention to her, he was mainly focused on you and when he would get to talk to you.

after a good fifteen minutes of her asking nonstop questions, rambling about whatever (ino wasnt listening so he doesnt really remember what she was talking about), you showed up, and he was SO relieved he could get away from this RANDOM and go talk to you!!

he watched you walk up to him, astonished at how good you looked, he took in your beauty, looking at literally everything, how your dress sparkled, how you still wore your converse while other girls were wearing heels (in the woods??? it just showed him how sensible you are), how your hair was so perfectly curled and how your mascara made your eyes look ten times prettier (not like they werent pretty without mascara).

he saw your face, riddled with discomfort as you saw the girl by him, he was worried you thought something was going on so he shot a "idkwhothisispleaseignoreher" look back at you.

when the girl by ino stopped babbling at him and saw you, she was furious!! "who is this girl talking to MYYYYYYYYYY ino??" she tugged on his arm "come get a buzzball with meee!" she said with a childlike giggle, trying to sound as cute as possible.

in fear of her bothering him more, ino gave you an exhausted look and told you he'd be right back.

buttt twenty minutes and two buzzballs later, him and the random girl were chatting it up behind a few trees, he was tired of her and just wanted to talk to you. he was begging god to have a tree fall on her very soon so he could run off to bother you, but instead ... she KISSED him?? he pushed her off of him immediately and asked her "what the fuck??" and out of the corner of his eye, he saw you running away. "fuck." he thought to himself.

and for a week straight after you saw her kiss him, you did your very best to ignore him. he would come up to you and beg you to talk to him, but you couldn't bear to hear him out, it hurt too much, because you really thought you two had something going.

but one day he texts you and you are so tired at this point so you decide to answer.

as youre walking up to him you really dont know what to think, you just hope he has a good explanation.

"speak takuma." you say with an aggravated tone.

"y/n i never wanted to kiss her, she was jealous we hang out so much and she didnt want you near me!! she would make weird comments under her breath and when she saw you coming over to us, she kissed me. i pushed her off of me immediately i promise you. please forgive me im so sorry."

you take a second to think, and then you give him a hug, "its okay." you say into his chest.

after pulling away from him you tell him itll take you two a while to get back to where you two were and he was just happy you still wanted to talk to him.

a few weeks go by after that conversation, and in those few weeks you and ino carefully work towards where you guys used to be, you guys got even farther than before!

giving eachother small kisses on the cheek, sometimes almost actually kissing eachother, but you were both too shy.

you two would go off camp grounds, and go downtown to visit bookstores, record stores and local cafes. basically going on dates but you never actually called it that, just 'casual hangouts'.

but one day he really just could not take it anymore. being casual was not his thing, he wanted to love you so loudly that anyone walking by you guys could tell you two loved eachother. sooo he planned another one of your 'casual hangouts' but this time, it was at the lake!

you were so excited, feeling so seen!! you dolled yourself up to the best of your abilities, but still trying to dress casual, incase it really was just a casual friend hangout. so you put your hair in a low pony, pulled some face framing pieces, and threw on a pair of jean shorts (a little extra short incase it wasnt a casual friend hangout hehe) and a cute cami top!!

as you walked to the lake you could hear 'crush' by ethel cain playing faintly, you got super giddy and practically skipped the rest of the way.

after saying hi to ino, you both sat down on the edge of the water, with music playing from his phone quietly. you two talked about practically everything for a good thirty minutes before he stopped and got a weird look on his face.

"kuma? are you okay?" you said with a worried expression on your face, he then reached up and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, giving you such a loving look. "im okay." he said as he gave you a soft kiss on your forehead. "i need to tell you something .." he said, looking down at the water. "yeah, whats up?" you said.

"um .. okay .. y/n, i really really do like you." he looks up at you, then continues. "from the moment i saw you here i was .. starstruck. you are the prettiest and most caring girl i have ever met, youre so genuine and you put so much effort into everything you do. i can tell your friends really like having you around, and i especially do. and i was wondering ...."

you kiss him. he kisses you back, putting a hand up to your cheek. after you pull back you look into his eyes, "i really like you too 'kuma." you give him a soft smile. "soo will you be my girlfriend?" he flashes you a dorky grin. "of course." you give him an even dorkier grin, partially teasing him.

you two spend the rest of the evening sitting next to eachother, your head on his shoulder, enjoying eachothers presence, and you cant think of anything better than this

creators thoughts!! - ok this is my fifth time trying to post this i PRAY it works!! sry if this was super corny i didnt know how to finish it gulppp... also i DO NOTTT stand by ethel cains actions i just like the song ���. im very sad about hayden actually but that doesnt hafe to do anything eith jjk so like anyway. IM WRITING ABOUT INUMAKI NEXT YAYYY!!!

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[beetleviolet]

Kinda wrote this part out of order, but here!

Link to master post

Leo-Audrey is by @boots-with-the-fur-club

In case this counts for points: (it probbles doesn't tbh) @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

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Leo said they had to go. Or, maybe his name was Audrey. All the information was getting kinda crowded in Mikey's head, and he was too scared to ask. Maybe he could combine the names, yeah. Leo. Audrey. Laudrey. Laundry? Yeah, Mikey would call him Laundry. 

Laundry said they had to go. And Laundry was family, so Mikey could trust him, he had to, he had to do what he was told. 

But… 

Donnie. 

Speech had become a fleeting thing, senses sand between his fingers, but Laundry could hear him. There was something comforting about that. That's what his brain said. It was good. It was comforting. This was good. 

Donnie doesn't need you.

He knew that. Or, well, he thought he did. Leo didn't want him. Raph hadn't said a word. And Dad wasn't there. But Donnie? Donnie was gravity, a force in motion that stayed in motion, a never ending law of the universe that Mikey didn't understand. Why was it there? Why was he still there? Still? But it didn't matter because he always had. And he always would. Wouldn't he? 

No.

…no?

No

The word was like… like those hydraulic press ASMR videos. Force down on an object, breaking it, breaking it, breaking it, until BAM! It fucking shatters and shoots out the sides, the last of it ground into powder under the press.

Why would Donnie want someone like you?

..Mikey didn't have an answer. 

With everyone else, it was easy to tally up the points, pour over their interactions and figure out what went wrong. 

But Donnie? Donnie was always there. Donnie had seen him the whole time, from happy-go-lucky to not getting out of bed. Mikey had given him plenty of reason to leave. But he hadn't. 

Donnie hadn't left so far. Why would he now? 

See for yourself.

Mikey opened his eyes. 

He felt.. fuzzy. Like he was soup and someone poured in too much slurry. Thick and heavy. Or maybe they just put the cornstarch straight in. Clumpy and wrong. 

He was outside the cabin. He didn't remember walking there, nor did he remember deciding to step forward and inside, and make his way to Donnie’s bunk. 

Donnie was working, focused and indistinguishable muttering, all too familiar as Mikey plopped himself beside him, shell against his shoulder. Donnie leaned into him absent-mindedly. Because he didn't need a reason. He didn't. 

“Mikey?” Donnie asked, alarmed, and Mikey was suddenly aware of the relentless jerking of his shoulders, tears in his eyes. Donnie immediately put down his drone (See Laundry? He cared) and held Mikey close, pulling his head to rest on his shoulder. Donnie cared. He cared. The ring pulsed. Something snapped.

“I can't believe you're making me do this!” Donnie said, his voice all sharp glass. Do what? “Take care of you when you come crying! What, did someone make fun of your stutter again?? At least they got you to shut up!” The words made the world a dizzying spin, Donnies thumb rubbing the back of his neck as he continued, bitterly, “You're so fucking sensitive.” Mikey couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. Donnie held him tighter, “Why are you so surprised? We all know its your fault everything is so fucked up!” It was. It was. Mikey put both his hands over his mouth, trying to stay quiet. Trying to shut up. “Leo and Raph are lucky.” Donnie spat out, “At least they aren't stuck with a twin like you.” Mikey couldn't- he couldn't- couldn't do this! He pushed away, even as Donnie scrambled to keep him in place, even as his face was so- so concerned. Why did he look concerned?? After all of that?? It was- everything was so confusing and slurred and thick concrete. Mikey ran, all time champion of hide and go seek, he ran. He ran. 

Laundry caught him by the shoulders. Mikey struggled against him, chest heaving and the world a cyan smear from tears. 

“Mikey, Mikey.” Laundry shook him to a stop. Mikey clung to Laundry's arms. He was nothing. No one was there. Nothing. Fear was a huge pulsing mass and he couldn't get it out. “Your family doesn't want you.” He said. Mikey nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, wheezing and fighting his lips to stay quiet. His sobs were big and ugly. He felt like he was imploding. Was this what dying felt like? He was all alone. 

“Hey- hey! I'm right here!” Laundry assured, “Be part of this family, ok? We want you here.” They… wanted him? “Yeah! All you gotta do is join us. Let go.” A roaring river through his mind, something bigger. The ring's tendrils dug into his finger, but the pain was dull. Everything was dull. He was falling. He was falling. He was falling.

“Join the family, Mikester.” His vision was tinted blue, blue, blue.

“You’re home.” 

Mikey let go. 

[sevastiel]

So I was listening to the new Warframe Isleweaver soundtrack, and this song in particular REALLY caught me.

We dont currently have any instances of violin/viola that I can think of in warframes sound track that are that prevalent, and I was like, hmm. It uses Duviri's/the drifter's theme, but not in the regular way, and other than that its all over the place, its Kinda... lacking in regulation. It's highs and lows and oh my god its Thrax, isnt it.

Anyway. Now there's an image in my head of Thrax playing what I'm currently thinking of as a 5 string violin/viola combo that'd cover the whole register here, and atm I'm oscillating btween violinthi and vilthiari

(Vinthiri? Vilitha? vilithis? Violiri? Viliri? Violara? its gotta sound similar to how it would sound to play, while keeping the vi bit.)

[neon--nightmare]

AS I ROT FOR CLOUT !!! (wip <3)

[yumenosakiacademy]

my condition returning in full force after like a yr of me being free from its clutches does life want me 2 kiII myself tht badly

[mossy-covered-bones]

The fun thing about trying to learn redstone on your own is having no clue what standard practice is. Im reinventing the wheel every time i try to make something, and im sure it could be faster or more efficient or easier to understand, but it fits in the space i have, so. Who cares if its a little convoluted

[snaret]

WHY IS DRAWING SO FUCKING HARD I NEED TO KILL EVEYTHING

[wtfforged]

my campaign hiatus has gone on for too long so to cope ive combined my interests at their maximum potency and had some dnd-strawhats thoughts

thoughts in depth under read more... :)!

this is SO self indulgent. their designs literally did not change. but i am a firm believer that dnd doesnt have to be european high fantasy. and also one piece literally IS fantasy. no changes are necessary to fit into dnd. ive already imagined plenty of campaign/oneshot ideas inspired by one piece. so this was basically just an exercise of trying to replicate their canon abilities in dnd 5e as much as possible without totally homebrewing everything. well. aside from luffy. you just cant take away or change his stretching.

LUFFY: (human monk. drunken master subclass. outlander)

the only plain human of the crew to balance out with the fact that he still has rubber powers. obviously a monk. but drunken master subclass specifically because i think the flavor(not the fact that its about being a drunkard) and abilities both fit him really well. this line in the subclass' flavortext especially fits him: "A drunken master often enjoys playing the fool to bring gladness to the despondent or to demonstrate humility to the arrogant, but when battle is joined, the drunken master can be a maddening, masterful foe."

ZORO: (tiefling fighter. samurai subclass. bounty hunter)

a fighter with the samurai subclass is so very incredibly obvious... but i actually had a lot of fun geeking out while comparing the abilities to what he can do in canon; Fighting Spirit, Rapid Strike, and Strength Before Death especially! tiefling is also pretty on the nose for his demon pirate hunter shtick and asura form, but i thought he'd be really human-passing for a tiefling and theorized about his tail getting cut off at some point or another before joining the strawhats. initially wasnt gonna give him a feat, but i gave sanji a feat so i thought itd be unfair to not give him one as well, so sentinel fits the bill pretty well i think!

NAMI: (tabaxi rogue. arcane trickster subclass. criminal)

cat burglar -> full grown literal humanoid cat. this one is INCREDIBLY self indulgent... i love... cats... theres nothing deeper to this and no other reasoning. i took cat burglar and ran with it. can you tell that i love izutsumi dungeon meshi? rogue for the aforementioned burglar-ing as well, and the arcane trickster subclass for when she picks up climatact! the mage hand will be very useful for her pickpocketing. in the future as she levels up with timeskip, i can totally see her multiclassing into wizard as well! weather wizard!

USOPP: (lightfoot halfling artificer. artillerist subclass. urchin)

I HAD SO MUCH FUN THINKING ABOUT HIS CHARACTER SHEET. halfling's Naturally Stealthy ability lets him hide behind his crewmates since theyre (almost) all bigger than him, so its perfect for hiding behind zoro or sanji all the time. Lucky is also perfect for him, and I think Brave fits pretty well too when he puts on the sogeking mask. artillerist artificer is also very fun! tinkering and making magic items for his crew, and i think Eldritch Canon or Arcane Firearm could both be easily reflavored as kabuto or any of his inventions. for emphasizing his sniper-ness, the spell sniper feat was also necessary. i think hes my favorite of all the concepts. big ears and long nose combo is so cute to me.

SANJI: (half-elf monk. drunken master subclass. guild artisan (cook!))

race was mostly based on vibes i wont lie. squints. and that vinsmoke balogna or whatever too ig. but mostly vibes. along with the idea that i think a dwarf zeff raising him would be really funny and cute. monk is also obvious, and same subclass as luffy for mostly the same reasons. though the flavor fits him much less, i think the abilities still fit him perfectly, and this blurb specifically; "Your martial arts technique mixes combat training with the precision of a dancer." i really wanted to give him a different subclass from luffy, but i dislike all the other monk subclasses a lot and i found none of them fit him as well anyways, so to try and give them SOME differences, i gave him the crusher feat.

CHOPPER: (awakened deer(shifter statblock) cleric. life subclass. hermit)

this ones definitely a mouthful im sorry. awakened deer for obvious reasons, but due to magic instead of devil fruit stuff. when i was struggling with his race, i looked a lot at shifter because of his forms, but it occurred to me that itd be super cool if he could shift between all of the different shifter options instead of being stuck with just one to replicate his rumble balls. something like heavy point/guard point=beasthide, horn point/arm point(?maybe?)=longtooth, walk point/jumping point=swiftstride, and brain point=wildhunt. hed definitely need some kind of nerf though to balance out that homebrew... and cleric for class. duh.

ROBIN: (high elf wizard. order of scribes subclass. criminal)

robin is definitely the one i struggled the most with just because of her class. elf came pretty easily- shes very elegant and i think shed look cute with super long ears- and i landed on high elf instead of wood elf for the int-based abilities. i was really on the fence between sorcerer and wizard for her because i knew shed be a full spellcaster, but i didnt feel that any of the subclasses really fit her. i ended up going with wizard for order of the scribes since it focuses on texts and knowing everything. but also because robin with a flying talking sentient book would be crazy cool. it could also be similar to how she spawns mouths and eyes places to talk to or watch people. my "fuck it, why not. this would be rad. its my house" mindset kicked in with her i will admit. also the One with the Word ability made me cackle out loud when i read it. thats the funniest ability ever. anyways, i cant really think of a way to replicate her powers, but maybe we could just reflavor a bunch of spells to be her limbs or clutch; hold person, maximillian's earthen grasp, or evard's black tentacles. thatd probably work okay, and theres a handful of spells to replicate her ability to spawn eyes or mouths. unrelated, but i imagine nico olvia to be a drow. why? her hair is white. i am a simple man!

[narnian-neverlander]

Jason Todd who isn’t particularly big on using pet names.

He’ll call you a shortened version of your name or some silly nickname based on an inside joke you two came up with when you were kids, occasionally something classic and simple like ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’ or ‘beautiful’ and every once in a while he’ll resort to ‘pipsqueak’, but that’s only when he wants to get under your skin and annoy you, cause let’s be honest, you are smaller than him in every possible way. The fact that a pip-squeak was an instrument used by aircraft to find their way back home and you are his home is just coincidence of course

And you respect that he’s not into the whole pet name thing - just cause he isn’t constantly calling you some cutesy nickname doesn’t mean he loves you any less - and stick to just about the same pattern with him. With some exceptions, naturally.

Exceptions that have him physically startling the first time you say something along the lines of, ‘You know when you’re gonna be home tonight, my light?’ That have him doing a double take any time you call him ‘angel’.

At first he thinks you’re just messing with him, teasing him; it’s what you two do after all. But your eyes are always too soft, too gentle, affection written all over your pretty features, so in time he understands that you’re being perfectly serious. And it’s not like he actually minds - not if the flutter of his heart is anything to go by whenever he hears you call him either one. But he’s still trying to figure out what on earth possessed you to choose these terms of endearment for him. Him.

He never asks, doesnt dare to, isn’t sure he truly wants to hear what your answer would be - yet you can tell he’s curious. And if he ever does decide to question you, you’ll tell him he’s your guiding light when everything else in your world goes dark, that you consider him your very own guardian angel who will always be right there when you need him. It’s true enough.

He doesn’t have to know about the time Roy dropped him off at your doorstep, completely and utterly wasted; an unusually talkative Jason now your problem and most definitely too drunk to remember how, in the midst of rambling about how much he loves you, had casually revealed that his own little heaven, the one the Lazarus pit had ripped him right out of, hadn’t actually been perfect cause you weren’t there.

He’ll never know that you cried yourself to sleep that night, clutching onto his body for dear life, and absolutely hating yourself, cause this entire time you’d been too busy being happy that the universe had decided to give him back to you, too wrapped up in the sheer selfishness of being grateful to have him back by your side, you never stopped to consider that maybe… maybe he’d been happier dead. He’d been torn out of literal paradise, thrust back into a miserable existence he never asked for and all the people who were supposed to welcome him back with open arms decided to see was the failed, fallen, broken Robin; a monster come back from the grave to be a permanent, ugly, dark stain on the Bat’s legacy.

Well, not to you. Never to you. Not when being in his arms damn well feels like what you imagine an angels’ wings’ embrace would be like. So you’ll call him your angel, even if he looks at you like you’ve gone insane every time you do - he was one once, after all and he still is to you.

[sunskisser]

Hi i was wondering if you could do a poly wolfstar fic with a fem reader where she feels left out of the relationship because they start to drifting apart which then leads to them breaking up. But then Sirius and Remus realises what they did wrong but reader just doesnt want to because shes scared they'll leave her out again.💗

hi angel! thank you for the request ♡

meant to be | poly!wolfstar

part 1 | part 2

tw: angst

poly!wolfstar x reader

You lean against the doorway, quietly observing them. Something you always seem to be doing these days. Your eyes rake over Sirius, with his legs propped up on one arm of the couch while his head lies in Remus’ lap.

Sirius laughs, and the smile Remus gives him while he strokes his hair is so full of love. It makes you wonder if Remus thought he personally strung up all the stars in the sky or something.

You try not to let it get to you but it does anyway, that same stinging sensation in your chest, as though someone had pierced your heart.

It felt silly to feel as hurt as you did. The boys were so hopelessly in love, it was endearing. They had claimed to love you the same way too just a few weeks ago. When they first proclaimed their love, it felt surreal. Perfect. But now, it felt like a chore.

Not to you, never to you. Loving them would never feel like a chore to you, you were sure of that. But what if they felt that way? What if you were just an experiment gone wrong?

Maybe you were just overthinking the whole thing. Or maybe this relationship was a mistake.

Sirius and Remus perfectly complemented each other already, it was like Remus was a container and Sirius was water. And you were the lid that just never fit right. Remus was calm, peaceful, loving. Sirius was fun, snarky, and full of affection.

What were you? Just a random girl who had the fortune of stumbling across the lovely couple.

They hadn’t done anything in particular to upset you, they never would. But it was the way they instinctively walked closer together, their fingers interlaced. The way they glanced at each other, having silent conversations you would never understand. How they seemed to know everything about the other, from every inch of his skin to every thought in his head.

It was like they could see colours you couldn’t see, speak a language you didn’t understand.

You told yourself it was fine, they had just known each other longer. They stayed in the same dorm room and took the same classes, of course they were bound to be closer.

But wasn’t that exactly the problem? Their lives were inexplicably intertwined, and it felt like you were trying to wedge yourself in. It left you feeling like the side character in your own story.

You heard your name and snapped out of your daze, blinking as you find Sirius grinning stupidly at you from where he lazed on the sofa. His expression softens when your eyes meet his. “Love, come over here! We’ve been looking for you all day.”

That was a lie, your brain screamed at you. You spotted them chatting in lessons, eating together at the Great Hall, taking a walk in the garden. They were not looking for you, it was a lie.

Remus smiles softly, beckoning you over. You will yourself to move, to go sit with your boyfriends, but it’s like your legs have turned to stone.

You silently stand there, watching them. You try to muster a smile or open your mouth to say something. But nothing comes out except for a quiet wrangled sort of noise.

Remus looks at you strangely. Sirius frowns, his eyebrows creasing. He pushes his palms down on the couch, elbows buckling as he sits up a bit. “Y/N, baby? Why don’t you come on over?”

You watch Remus gently move his fingers to Sirius’ forehead to smoothen the lines between his eyebrows, and him turning around to give the sandy-haired boy a lovesick smile. That simple action causes the last ounce of willpower in you to break.

You clench your fists to stop your hands from trembling as you suck in a deep breath, feeling the ache in your chest start to grow. Was it jealousy? Anger? Hurt?

Sirius seemed ready to move to your side right that moment, looking utterly confused as to what was wrong. But Remus kept his hand wrapped around Sirius’ bicep, a silent order to let you be.

“Angel,” Remus breathes quietly. You visibly flinch at the term of endearment, not missing the flash of hurt across his face which he quickly replaced with his usual stoicism.

Your heart was thudding so loudly you wondered if the boys could hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat, stuck between wanting to burn the bridges between you or to walk across them.

“I…” your voice comes out scratchy as you try to explain yourself. You clear your throat, watching Sirius’s frown deepen and Remus bite his lip anxiously.

“I don’t think I want to,” you say quietly, feeling your heart sink to your stomach. You knew Remus would understand, always the perceptive one. It was obvious in the way his eyes widened and his grip on Sirius loosened.

But Sirius just tilts his head, looking at you quizzically. “Okay…? You can sit on the other couch then. You can sit anywhere you want to, love.”

You wince, glancing at Remus for help. But he’s looking at you with that sad look on his face now, the one he only wears when he sees Sirius crying after receiving a letter from home, or when you show up at Hogwarts after the holidays with bruises all over. Did it really hurt him that much?

A sigh escapes you as you decide to try to be gentle with it. That’s the least you could do, after the boys had so generously let you in on their already perfect relationship. You suck in a shaky breath, mustering the courage to croak out the words.

“It’s not about the couch, Siri. I… I mean this,” you mutter, gesturing between the three of you. Immediately, your head ducks down, scared of what you’ll find if you look back up at them.

An uncomfortable silence is cast over the room, the kind that makes your skin crawl. A beat of quietness passes before you find the strength to raise your head, peeking at the boys. Sirius looks cracked open, his face a picture of anguish.

“What?” he rasps out. Remus’ features are tight with something that looks like grief, his hand ghosting over Sirius’ ankle to provide the little comfort he can.

The croakiness of his voice makes your heart feel like it’s being cleaved in two. But you knew you had to do this. For your sake, and for theirs.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you mumble in a rush, eager to get it out and not have to endure watching them in pain for too long. Sirius stays silent, his lips pursed so tight you think he might burst into tears.

“Why?” Remus asks quietly, gaze still trained onto yours as he rubs circles onto Sirius’ ankle comfortingly. “I… I don’t fit in. You guys are perfect for each other. But I just don’t fit in,” you admit, feeling guilt clawing at you. “This just isn’t working,”

“We’ll make it work,” Sirius says immediately, and the sincerity in his voice almost makes you want to concede. But you know that’s not possible. “Just… just tell us what we’re doing wrong, we’ll fix it. I swear.”

Remus nods slowly, looking at you expectantly. The hope on their faces make you feel like the worst person in the world as you give them all you have to offer - a small shake of your head.

“But love,” Sirius murmurs, his voice cracking. “Why… what… where did we mess up?”

“It wasn’t you guys,” you say immediately, even though it was. You just can’t bear to see the pain etched on the black-haired boy’s face. “It’s just not meant to be. We’re better off as friends.”

“But we love you,” Remus speaks up quietly. Sirius nods earnestly.

“I can’t,” you say, relieved that your voice comes out evenly. It’s a miracle with how hard you’re fighting to hold back tears. “I can’t do this. The both of you are always together, and I'm not blaming you for it. It’s in your nature to be together-”

“It’s in your nature to be with us too, dove,” Sirius says, the anguish in his voice leaving to make way for pure sadness.

“It’s not,” your voice coming out as a pathetic sob. “I’m not like you guys. I’m not fun, I don’t take the same classes, I don’t ever get what you mean. We’re just not right for each other.”

You think you can see something break in Remus when you utter that last sentence. Sirius bites down on his quivering lip and wraps his arms around himself, as though physically restraining himself from pulling you into a hug.

This isn’t the first time they’ve ignored what you said, isn’t the first time they didn’t respond. It happened on a daily basis, for Merlin’s sake. But this is the only time it hurt as much as it did right now.

You glance at them one last time, heart breaking at their pained expressions. But none of them say a word as you turn around and leave the room, letting you go all too easily.

Perhaps you were just not meant to be.

[jammiesjars]

MDNI

Warnings: Accusation of Infedelity, heavily unedited writing (wrote this in a power outage in my notes app xx), fingering, eating pussy, dirty talk, dumbification if you squint REALLY hard.

One message is all it took for you to spiral.

Outrage was an understatement. A month, a single month, into Price’s deployment you had recieved a message from an unknown number. They insisted of Price having an affair with his so-called ‘receptionist.’ Being his wife, you didnt believe it. You and John had been married for years now. He wasnt that kind of man! (You hoped.)

Weeks passed and wheels start turning. Seeds of doubt had started digging into you. The late nights he had stayed at base before his deployment, only sending as much as a quick text of ‘Be home late. Dont wait up.’ Or the necessary secrecy between what happens at his job or deployment were starting to plant ideas in your head you wouldnt have ever had if not for that message. Youre being worn down, and its killing you. Its not like you could ask him; being thousands of kilometres away without any time to do as much as glance at his phone.

So the emotional resentment grew. You find yourself wondering how he could do this to you, crying in your empty home that housed the both of you not long ago. Before you even come to terms with it, Youve packed your bags and lawyered up, letting your resentment fester for far to long without any outside input.

On the third month of Prices deployment, you drive yourself up to base with one intention; leave the divorce papers on his desk to find when he comes back and to leave without confrontation.

Security on base knows you as ‘Price’s missus’ by now, offering a small wave and a smile as you walk by and into your husbands office. You put the papers on his desk, that frustration and hurt bubbling up all over again. He has your wedding photo framed on his desk and it only hurts more. What did you do to deserve this?

You turn to go, heading back towards his door when you hear muffled laughter and the sounds of gear being unzipped and dumped from down the hallway. Theyre back. You pick up the pace, praying you can slip out before he gets close enough to notice. You reach for the door handle, but the door opens before you can even grasp it.

Shit.

And there he is, your eyes drinking in the sight of the awfully more rugged version of your husband; beard outgrown and messy with tired eyes that light up at the sight of you.

That light dies as soon as sees just how mad you look.

“So youre telling me, one message is all it took to lose all fucking faith?” Price practically growls, fingers rubbing at his temples. Hes sat in his chair with you on the other side of his desk, just as furious. “Everything makes sense! The staying late at base, the short messages and lack of updates when your deployed!” You hiss, frustration bubbling over making anything small seem huge.

Price takes a deep breath, a futile attempt to calm his temper. “The shit I deal with doesnt sleep. Theres reasons i stay back that you will never know, love. The law itself, wont let me tell you. Same goes for messages. Im sorry i dont have the time to let you know im okay when im deployed, god knows i wish I did.” He scowls, his gaze so heated and intense that you almost look away despite your own fury.

“And what about this receptionist huh?”

Your tone has changed, soft and shaky. vunerable.

Price’s expression softens, but he doesnt say a word, simply rounding his desk to pluck you out of your own chair and putting you down in his office chair. He sinks to his knees in front of you, hands rested on your thighs. Blue eyes peer up at you, sickeningly sincere. “Love, I dont interact with her unless necessary. This isnt some romance movie bullshit.” Your heart is working overtime, lips parted as guilt bubbles. “You- you understand where my doubt is coming from, though…right? Everything lined up perfectly, and-“

Price simply tuts. “We’ve talked about that pretty little head of yours overthinking too much, havent we?” You freeze, throat drying. You nod. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes-“ you croak. “We have.”

Price grunts in approval, his hands now running up and down your thighs.

“Have you been feeling neglected, hm? Is that it? My sweet wife needs some attention?” Price rumbles, his large, calloused hands that have been marked by countless battles now playing with the hem of your skirt.

“You’ve got my attention now, luvie. No need to play these stupid games with me.”

Your mind is already growing hazy; your husbands words making you almost want to forget about this whole incident. A finger hooks onto the waistband of your panties, bringing you back to the moment.

“Stupid games? John i was prepared to divorce you-“ he shushes you, dragging your underwear down your thighs, then your calves and over your shoes before slipping them into his pocket. A cheeky smile graces his face. stupid muttonchops.

“Must’ve left you alone for far too long then, if you were willing to take it this far.”

He slings your legs over his impossibly large shoulders, making you squeak as your pulled forward on the chair.

“Wouldve come home and fucked those stupid thoughts straight out of your head if i had known you were having doubts about my loyalty, sweetheart.”

He presses a messy kiss to your clit, making you gasp. He grumbles something incoherent (“Me? Cheat? Silly girl.”), before licking a long stripe up your neglected cunt, causing your hips to buck. The taste of you after going months without has price groaning into your heat. He eats like a man starved, a mix of desire to prove his loyalty and that he finally gets to taste his wife after being away for so long.

Hes fuming, really. Toward you? No.

Towards whatever stupid bastard sent you that message. He’s glad you didnt notice him slip your phone in his pocket, because he knew you’d be against him hunting the fucker down. You just need a distraction to keep that pretty little head thinking too hard. And he’ll give you just that.

“Oh, my poor sweet wife…” He grunts, before sucking on your clit with a renewed fevor. He pulls off with a lewd pop, two thick fingers replacing his previous ministrations. You’re squirming in his office chair, mind hazy and hips bucking.

“Thinkin’ I was out here cheating on ya’… you know better, love.” He tuts.

His fingers curl so nicely into that spongey spot that makes you see stars. “M sorry-“ you’d slur, “I didnt believe it when I first saw the message I promise-“ you gasp as price presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing in small tight circles.

“Lovie, you stormed in here with divorce papers. Dont tell me you didn’t believe it.”

Your head tilts back as you pant, small gasps slipping past your lips.

“There we go.” Price coaxes, his fingers picking up their pace.

“Wouldnt even cross my mind to look at another woman when my gorgeous girl looks like that as I stuff her cunt full of my fingers.” He coos, watching your face intently as your release crashes down; intense enough to make you writhe and moan.

Price pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean before getting up off his knees. Your throat runs dry, bracing for whats to come even as you grapple your bearings. You’re mentally preparing for Price to be dissapointed, upset with you, maybe even mad.

He analyzes your expression, leaning back against his desk. His eyes scrape over your small form sat in his chair.

“Im not upset, love. That pretty little head of yours had months to overthink that message without a voice of reason.”

Price tilts your chin up.

“Lets just not have to do this again, hm? Then i’ll be mad.”

Its sounds like a threat, but it isnt. Price knows he’ll always be there to talk his beloved wife down from the edge.

[problematicraccoon]

PSA: you dont /have/ to reread your script before you shift!! your higher self is /not/ gonna "forget" your desires or the world you want to shift to. think of it like cloud storage. it has everything you want downloaded and protected, and it will stay that way forever.

if you just personally enjoy rereading your script, then go ahead, power to you. i love doing that as well, it makes me feel connected to where i wanna go. but just relax in the fact that you /wont/ just forget it. your higher self wont forget any detail of your dr, not even the itty bitty things. it has a perfect, infallible memory. you have to trust it, because its you. you are not your body, you're a soul living inside a body. just because your human brain cant perfectly recite every line of your script verbatim, doesnt mean you're gonna accidentally end up in the backrooms. let go of the stress babes, you've got this <3

[sleepincrow]

contains: toxic behaviour, toxic!reader this was itching my brain, idk what to tell you. i like having morally ambigious reader... or idk, is it too tame? i have no idea where the line meets and ends when it comes to dark shit cus i usually stay in the other side of the line. whenever i think of dark stuff its in a comedic-ish light and everything turns fluffy in the end idfk. tell me what else i should add in the warnings 😞

edit: i made it readable, i should really start readproofing.

hear me out..

reader who doesnt do anything when their boyfriend is mean. like theyre just generally pissed off and huffing at you when youre trying to greet them with open arms and a warm smile when they come home.

reader who doesnt confront them about their horrible behavior and how it affected them. no, just stay silent, take in whatever your boyfriend had to say or do and leave him be.

ohooooh, you mightve done nothing but youre going to give them something much worse than a silent treatment.

youre not a doormat. youre not a crybaby.

i want reader to be absolutely menacing. if that man doesnt come back crawling, apologizing to you, youre gonna make him.

do you understand me? the anger, the absolute disgust that bubbles in your stomach, that claws its way up your chest like an animal looking for a fresh breath of air before it starts to hunt.

youre silent all of the sudden, giving him the driest texts known to man, leaving him on seen with texts that dont technically need a reply instead of dragging the conversation longer with a picture of a cat you saw on your way home. youre picking up more work than usual, unable to cut some time, telling him youve got things to do—things more important than having to watch some tv with him, be in bed with him.

youre clever. you know your schedule, and you know his. rearrange everything, make sure to make as much commotion in your life that doesnt include him, so when he confronts you, youre technically telling the truth when you say youre busy.

because why bother coming home early, greeting him, surprising him with dinner and a loving kiss?

then watch it all go down. technically, youre not doing anything wrong, youve got your plate full with a screenshot of your planned calendar to pair with it as sweet, sweet evidence.

youre watching him slightly deteriorate. watch him panic. he'll buy you flowers, in which you put in a vase but never take care of like before. he'll buy you jewelry you wont wear because "theyre beautiful but i like the old ones too! ill wear them on a special occassion" that wont ever come.

the frustrated, panicked look on his face is priceless. it feels so good. he cant even be mad because youre not even cheating! you have all the alibis, all the witnesses. youre perfectly happy and sweet as before! just.. not as responsive, not as present. but thats not your fault, thats your job's!

if he pays for you, slowly start paying your half of everything. shows that you are stable and everything would be perfectly fine if he went up in left. in the end, thats why he got angry with you in the first place, right? he's so okay with being angry, not telling you his problems, that he can keep it to himself, right?

he doesnt need your lap to lay his head on, not your food that you prepare for him when he comes home, not the soft touches you leave on his overworked skin and definitely not the words that you coo at him everyday before he pissed you off.

make him know what the once delicious thought of takeout tastes like once he's left to fend for himself while you go out for overtime at work! trust me, its gonna taste a hell of a lot more bland, a lot more dull. depressing, really.

dont even get me STARTED on sex. (i wont, not now)

this is all justifiable, right? after all, this is how you communicate your feelings right? this is how you can show him how you felt when he showed you a cold shoulder at your warm embrace! let him have the full experience when you felt pathetic, miserable, useless.

plus, youre not wrong, arent you? you can leave whenever you want! who is he to tell you that you cant leave? as if he owns you—is that what he thinks? is that what he thinks of you? just a not-so-significant other that he can come home to whenever he wants and project his feelings unto?

no, no youre not. youre not gonna take that bullshit. he can roll it up, pack it in a bag and beat it if thats what he's thinking. no, both of you are holding an end of a rope in this relationship. a big, thick rope which you can cut off with that large ass scissor you both have.

this is just you telling him, reminding him that you can cut it whenever you like! its not threatening, not manipulation, straight truth! you CAN leave any relationship you like! its his problem if he doesnt like it, right?

your poor little boyfriend has to get his act together! start thinking straight! unless he wants to deal with your unyielding, harsh wrath for the rest of his soon-to-be miserable life.

after all, he made the first threat to your relationship, right? its just a reminder!

[lesbianralzarek]

as relevant as it is that wyll (who needs to be needed) is the one least likely to get impatient or walk away when astarion's recovery isnt linear, its also worth noting that astarion (who also needs to be needed, not pitied and treated like porcelain) is most uniquely suited to fixing wyll imo. like, he'd try to fix any origin in a romance, but when you look at his skillset and compare it to the problems others have.... astarion is perfectly wyll-fixing shaped

wyll pretends hes 100% trauma-free? astarion is a rogue, hes built to sniff out deception. wyll always puts his needs last? not with astarion around. he wants to steal the moon from the sky for someone, but hes awkward with grand gestures (they ruin the aloof facade). the opportunity to "he said no pickles" for a lover would be ideal for him. wyll feels bad about looking like a devil (not a tiefling, thats not what hes upset about)? astarion doesnt have to pretend he likes it, he means it. wylls "memory of a memory" shit? astarion knows a thing or two about trauma-based dissociation. theyll walk that road to recovery hand in hand

even just, like, how well their endings line up as well. wyll keeps his contract? astarion was a magistrate. wyll becomes the grand duke? astarion is the only other origin who knows his way around the gate's nobility. he'd love to say everything wyll cant. wyll goes to avernus? no sun there! count astarion in. wyll stays an adventurer (post-avernus or no-avernus)? thats astarions spawn ending. all of these endings rely upon astarion staying a spawn, but lets be real, AA isnt helping anyone anyway

let astarion fix wyll, too. they both need it

[manifestingitgurlll]

how i manifested an sp then manifested losing him 😍

ok so this was last year, september, wayyy before i was into non dualism, i only knew loa. i was going to six flags for my birthday. i came into the park with the mindset of "i'm gonna talk to a cute guy." and thats exactly what happened!

he was a cashier and he started flirting with me (i actually manifested it cause i said "oh he's gonna be obsessed with me i know it" right before i went up to him lol). i was so excited like omg 🤭?! and he asked for my number so i gave it, and he said he would text me after he got off. it was around 11:30 pm, so i knew it would be a while until then. but i was content and happy!

then on the ride back home, the negative thoughts started up...it was around 1 in the morning so i was going crazy, thinking, "why hasn't he texted yet? not even to confirm my number? nothing?? does he even like me? was he lying?" i tried to tell myself no, he's just busy or he didn't get home yet, just anything to get my mind off it. it didnt work tho lol i still thought badly.

fast forward 2 days later. still no text. i was really spiraling here. constantly thinking about it everyday. but then! i remembered loa and manifestation. so i really locked in. i had the sp subs on repeat, i affirmed so many times a day, i visualized every single night! after 2 days of this, on the 3rd day, i realized i was obsessing and still wanting. so i let it go and kinda forgot.

then, a couple hrs later, he called me. i literally didnt expect it AT ALL!! i was like "ugh whats this spam cal- WAIT. WHAT???"

lemme tell u, i was SOOOO HAPPY!! like on cloud 9. we started texting and he was doing everything i affirmed for (which was basically that he was obsessed with me). he was constantly texting me and calling, saying he wanted to talk to me. everything was going perfectly!

until the thoughts came back...again, i started spiraling. "this is too good to be true. hes just another f boy. he doesnt actually want you." now i tried so hard to continue to affirm and persist against it, but the thoughts were just so strong😭

so i gave in. i thought he was just lying and didn't actually want me.

and what do you think happened? next day, he switched instantly. he stopped texting me so often, he wasn't answering my calls, like he literally did a whole 180. 1 day later, we just stopped talking period.

if you're wondering, "ok why did it take 2 days for the physical to reflect the positive? while it took only 1 day for the negative?" it's not that the physical took longer, the physical always reflects instantly. there is no time lag.

i just didn't see it cause i kept identifying with my ego who was saying the opposite. but when it was negative, my egos thoughts lined up with my decision. there was no fighting, just acceptance. which is why i saw it in the physical so quickly.

anyways, i've moved on from him since then!! i now know he was just a guy, just another form of consciousness i created. but this just shows literally how our decisions create our reality.

i decided he was obsessed with me, and that was my reality. then i decided he didn't like me, and THAT was my reality.

imagination = reality. ALWAYS.

(also, i hope this shows for ppl manifesting an sp just how fickle thoughts and feelings are. it can turn on a dime just like that. just like how he disliked me that quickly, he can easily be in love with you that quickly!)

[justmanifestit]

Subliminal guide <3

What are subliminals?

Subliminals are audio tracks, usually music, nature sounds, or white noise, with hidden positive affirmations layered underneath at a volume or frequency your conscious mind can’t detect. Your subconscious, however, picks up these messages and slowly starts to shift your beliefs and your reality to match with those affirmations. For example, if you listen to a subliminal about confidence, the affirmations might say things like:

“I am naturally confident in every situation. People notice my calm and assured energy. I feel powerful and self-assured every day.”

With consistent listening over time, these subtle messages can help reprogram your subconscious to line up with the affirmations, influencing how you think and act.

The science behind subliminals

Here’s why subliminals actually work and it’s not just placebo. Our brains pick up on things even if we don’t consciously notice them. While your conscious mind might not hear them, your subconscious does. This is called priming, when your brain is influenced by info it isn’t fully aware of, which then affects your thoughts and behavior later. Your mind doesnt know what is real and what is not, It just believe what you tell it. After repeating it a few times It will start to shift to reality where you have those things.

The mindset that makes subliminals work

It’s super important to think and feel like you already have what you want while you’re listening to subliminals. If your mind is stuck on “I don’t have this yet” or doubts it’s possible, subliminals won’t work. Your subconscious only accepts what feels real to you, so you have to fully embody the energy and confidence of already having your desire. Without that mindset, subliminals won’t create the shift you want, your belief and feeling are what really make it happen.

How can you make them work for you?

Assume they work for you. Literally, that’s it. Just trust the process. It all comes down to the law of assumption again. If you believe they don’t work for you, they won’t. If you believe you get everything you want just by using that one subliminal, you will. It’s the law, bby.

How long do I have to listen to them?

Again, it depends on your beliefs. It takes however long you think it will take. For me, I get my desire the second I start listening to that subliminal.

Other things to keep in mind

♡ Subliminals are just a tool, they can help, but you are the real power behind manifesting. The affirmations don’t work alone; it’s your belief and energy that make the difference.

♡ Keep going even if you don’t see results right away. Don’t give up or get frustrated. Remind yourself that you’re the creator of your reality and everything is unfolding perfectly.

♡ Acting as if is key. Even if you don’t have your desires yet, act like you do. Act like subliminals work instantly for you. Act like you already have everything you want. Soon enough, you won’t be acting anymore, it will actually be your reality.