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wallieclock · 1 year ago
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i have two very vivid dndads hermie art ideas and i cant. draw them. because my tablet is dead and wont wake up (just like hermie fr)
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slayfics · 4 months ago
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Katsuki picks you up after a fight with your boyfriend.
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The hum of the engine filled the silent car, the sound of the road was like an angry beast under the tiers.
“I don’t need any more negative energy you know,” you stated to Katsuki.
His knuckles were white from death gripping the steering wheel. He knew you were going through a lot, but that did little to put out the overwhelming rage inside him.
Katsuki sucked in air through his teeth. “It’s taking everything in me not to blow that fucker up. You understand that right?”
“I know, that’s why I didn’t want to call you. But I didn’t know what else to do. My phone was going to die, and you were the closest one around,” you explained.
You had called Katsuki early in the morning, after a heated fight with your now ex-boyfriend. Too many drinks led you both into an argument that you couldn’t even remember. Your only memory was waking up in an empty hotel room with no way to get home. Phone on its last legs, with no charger in sight being that your boyfriend had packed it before he left.
“What the hell you two even fight about?!” Katsuki asked, pinching the bridge of his nose before running his hand down his face.
“I told you I don’t remember,” you answered.
“How fucking much did you drink?!” he questioned, his anger filling the aura of the car.
“Too much,” you responded honestly.
“So, you’re telling me you were black-out drunk when that fucker left you alone?!” He barked.
“I was in a hotel room not on the street,” you tried to rationalize.
“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN! HE DIDN’T TAKE CARE OF YOU!” Katsuki yelled.
“I’m the one that drank that much, I’m responsible for my alcohol consumption. And I’m not a child that needs to be taken care of. Besides, I’m sure I said some nasty things to him while I was drunk.” You spoke.
Katsuki scoffed; it took every ounce of self-control to keep himself contained. “So?! You said some mean words to him? Boo-fucking-hoo. Is he such a pussy that he can’t take a few words?! I don’t give a fuck how mad you made him. HE. LEFT. YOU.”
“You’re being unreasonable. This is why he never liked you,” you stated matter-of-factly.
“Oh, he’s going to like me even fucking less the next time he sees me,” Katsuki spat with an almost sinister chuckle.
“Kats stop.” You pleaded.
“No! You stop defending him! This isn’t fucking ok! And I’ll fucking kill you if you forgive him and take him back! You understand that right?! YOU called me! YOU got me involved. So now this is how things are going to go. You’re going to get your shit, then you’re gonna get your ass back in this car, and you’re never going to see him again,” he concluded.
“What?! No take me home! I don’t want to see him yet!” You argued.
“Fuck no. If I do that, he’ll give you some sob story when you two are alone and you’ll take his sorry ass back. You’re ending this NOW.” Katsuki said authoritatively.
“It’s going to make more problems if you show up dropping me off!” You exclaimed.
“Good. Let that asshole see that when he leaves you alone other men are willing to step up. It’s his funeral if he’s got something to say to me,” Katsuki spoke, words laced with venom.
You breathed in trying to find words to break through to Katsuki, when you noticed your ex’s place coming into view. “Wait, I didn’t tell you where he lived. How did you know where to go?!” You questioned.
“Oh, don’t give me that shit. I’m a top pro hero, of course, I watch out for the people I give a crap about. You told me enough shitty stuff about him already… I knew it was only a matter of time before I got a call to come to rescue you,” Katsuki explained pulling up into the driveway. “Now go get your shit. You have 10 minutes before I come blasting in to check if you’re ok.”
“Wow. My hero,” you said sarcastically rolling your eyes before getting out of the car and slamming the door behind you.
“Always,” he smirked.
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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 9 months ago
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The Witch's Bodyguard
(2) I hide and cower in the corner, conversations getting hard
Actress!Wanda Maximoff x Bodygaurd!Fem!Reader
Summary: Wanda has to do an interview and is a little anxious about it
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: None this is just a set up and establish chapter
A/N: I'm so glad you're all looking forward to this series!
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Your fist collided with the sand filled bag, stopping it dead in its tracks. Breathing hot and heavy after a two hour workout. You grabbed for your towel, sitting down to wipe away the sweat from your face as the feeling of a cold water bottle hit the side of your neck.
“I heard you finishing up so I figured I'd bring some water.” You hear Wanda say from behind you. Your tumbler is forgotten beside you as you take the bottle from her. You'd been here only a week, but Wanda quickly learned you're a creature of habit. The early wake up time, workouts that lasted the same amount each day. She was taking notice of the little things.
“Thank you. We have to go out for that interview soon, right?” You ask as you receive a nod. Your eyes flicked down to her hands. Her fingers fidgeting with the rings on her other hand. You could tell she was nervous, but it wasn't your place to say anything so you simply stand up. “I'll be ready in 10. Is Bucky ready?” Your voice is firm, commanding, but devoid of any unnecessary inflection. Bucky's reliability is another aspect of your job that you've come to depend on. Wanda simply nods as the two of you leave the at-home gym.
You head back to your room in the house, taking a quick five minute shower before dressing in your army pants, boots, and a plain white top. You also put on your bulletproof vest and holster your pistol.
As you swiftly gear up, the weight of the bulletproof vest is a familiar comfort against your chest. You've worn it through countless missions, and now it's become a staple of your attire as Wanda Maximoff's bodyguard. The pistol snug in its holster feels like an extension of your body, a tool of protection that you've trained with extensively.
Exiting your room, you find Wanda pacing in the living room, her nervous energy palpable. Bucky stands nearby, his posture relaxed but alert, a testament to his own years of military training.
"Ready to go when you are Ma’am," you state, your voice steady and authoritative. Wanda nods, her eyes briefly meeting yours before she gathers herself. She's still adjusting to having a constant shadow, someone who anticipates her needs before she even realizes them. You can sense her wariness, the uncertainty lingering beneath her composed façade.
As you escort Wanda to the awaiting vehicle you place your hand on the small of her back. A small gesture to reassure her that you’re here. You keep a vigilant watch on your surroundings. Every passerby is a potential threat, every noise scrutinized for signs of danger. It's second nature to you, this constant state of alertness, but you can see how it unnerves Wanda, the way she glances around nervously.
During the drive to the interview location, Wanda remains quiet, lost in her own thoughts. You respect her need for space, allowing her the silence she seeks while remaining vigilant for any potential threats. Bucky engages in small talk, attempting to lighten the mood, but you remain stoic, your focus solely on the task at hand.
Arriving at the interview venue, you scan the area, assessing the security measures in place. Satisfied with your observations, you usher Wanda inside, your presence a silent reassurance amidst the chaos of flashing cameras and eager reporters. Your hand once again finding it’s place on the small of her back.
Throughout the interview, you remain at the perimeter, a silent sentinel watching over Wanda's every move. You catch the subtle shifts in her demeanor, the way she navigates the questions. To most people she probably looked normal, but to you it was obvious she was anxious as she waited for questions to come her way with her other coworkers. She fidgeted with her rings again as she looked over the crowd. When she catches your eye you can fully see the panic and you do something that surprises you both. You make a silly face and she starts smiling with her brows furrowed. So you make another and get a chuckle out of her. It made you happy to be able to ease her tensions.
As the interview draws to a close, you guide Wanda and Bucky back to the vehicle. Once safely inside, you exhale a silent breath of relief, the tension slowly dissipating from your shoulders. You looked over at Wanda you also seemed to be much more relaxed now that it was over.
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You sit in the dim glow of the fire, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows across the room. The warmth seeps into your bones, a comforting embrace after the long day's work. With a book in hand, you delve into its pages, immersing yourself in a world far removed from the reality of your duties.
The rhythmic tapping of keys fills the room as Wanda works diligently on her laptop, her focus unwavering. You steal a glance at her from time to time, noting the furrow of her brow as she concentrates. There's a sense of determination about her, a drive to excel in everything she does.
The silence between you is companionable, each lost in your own thoughts yet connected by the shared space. It's a rare moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of your lives, a chance to simply be without the weight of the world pressing down upon you.
As the night stretches on, the fire burns lower, casting elongated shadows that dance along the walls. You reach for your cup of tea, the warmth seeping into your hands as you take a sip. The aroma of chamomile fills the air, soothing and calming.
Eventually, Wanda closes her laptop, the soft click of the lid echoing in the quiet room. She stretches, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she settles back into her chair. You close your book, marking your place with a gentle touch before setting it aside.
"Long day," Wanda remarks, her voice breaking the silence. You nod in agreement, the events of the day still fresh in your mind. Despite the challenges, you feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing that you've kept her safe once again.
"But a good day," you reply, your voice low yet filled with assurance. Wanda meets your gaze, a hint of gratitude shining in her eyes. In that moment, you realize that despite the differences between you, there's a mutual respect that binds you together. "Time for bed?" You ask, but Wanda shakes her head, making you raise an eyebrow.
"A little longer." Her voice is soft. "Just want to relax without work for a bit. Let my mind shut off." She looked at you, eyes looking so tired. Like she could fall asleep in her chair as she curled up her legs and rested her chin on her hand to look over at the fire.
You let her be, picking your book back up to read a little more. It was only a few minutes until you heard her breathing even out, looking up from your book to find her asleep. A small smile on your face. This seemed to be a thing. Half of the week Wanda was falling asleep somewhere other than her bed and you'd have to take her to bed.
You lift Wanda effortlessly, her slight frame feeling feather-light in your arms. She stirs slightly as you gather her, her grip tightening instinctively as she nestles closer to you. Her warmth seeps into your skin, a comforting presence amidst the quiet of the night.
As you ascend the stairs to her room, you navigate with ease, your steps sure and steady. Wanda's soft breaths tickle the nape of your neck, a gentle reminder of her vulnerability in this moment of repose.
Reaching her bedroom door, you push it open with a gentle nudge, the soft click echoing in the stillness of the night. The room is bathed in moonlight, casting a silvery glow upon the familiar surroundings.
Carefully, you lower Wanda onto her bed, tucking the covers around her with a tender touch. She sighs contentedly, her features relaxed in sleep. For a moment, you simply watch her, the moonlight casting shadows across her peaceful face.
With a sigh, you turn away, leaving her to her dreams. It's become a routine, this silent vigil over her rest, a duty you've come to embrace with quiet determination.
Exiting her room, you pause in the hallway, your gaze lingering on the closed door. In the stillness of the night, you can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over you, a silent vow to always keep her safe.
With one last glance, you continue down the hallway, the echo of her soft breathing lingering in your mind. As you settle into your own room, you can't help but reflect on the complexities of your role as her protector, the unspoken bond that binds you together even in the darkest of hours.
And as sleep finally claims you, you find solace in the knowledge that for tonight, at least, she rests easy under your watchful gaze.
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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago
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What its like kissing the creepypasta characters
excluding the characters that im not comfy writing romantic for, for obvious reasons similar to the hugging post this is more so a rating thing instead of actual scenarios! honestly in love with these kinds of posts so im formally asking you guys to give me ideas in this vein because i love making hcs in this format/for general stuff eheheheh
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SLENDERMAN:
if youve been on this blog for a while, you would know that i love when characters who dont have mouths/have nontraditional mouths nuzzle and press their face into yours. and i still love the idea, especially with slenderman ! the first time he 'kisses' you its probably the first time hes kissed ANYONE so the movement itself is probably a little... clunky... doesnt press too hard, actually i think he would struggle with the opposite. theyre gentle and fleeting, almost as if his inhuman strength and size would crush you if he let himself truly lean into it. i mean think about it, he hardly ever interacts with humans and when he does its for 'food', he has always only seen them as vulnerable and fragile. and whether malicious or not, he treats you as if youre made of glass. likes kissing the back of your hands too. 7/10, he gets bonus points since hes my fav + its the thought that counts
SPLENDORMAN:
very eager about showing you any level of affection, probably early in the relationship that he gets bold enough to kiss you. first kiss is probably more of a "in the moment" thing than "i planned this out and im going to ask" thing if that makes sense... similar to slenderman in regards that he presses his mouth to you, as i personally headcannon that his smile isnt exactly.. a real mouth, more so a false one. think like a layer of 'skin' covering his real one that he can rip out at any moment (same case for slenderman btw. same also apply to splendors eyes, more so markings than actual eyes). going back to his energy, hes very eager about it, might even lightly push you back with how much hes putting into it; he doesnt mean to, hes just so excited! likes cheek kisses and nuzzling your noses together 8/10
EYELESS JACK:
very wary about kissing you outside of those little pecks, for multiple factors. for one, his teeth. sharp teeth, he can accidentally cut you. other reason thats much darker, given that admin personally hcs that he goes into "frenzies" when hes hungry and reacts to blood like the sharks in finding nemo, if he accidentally cuts you when hes not.. well fed.. for lack of a better term... theres a risk there. REFUSES to kiss when he needs to go 'hunt' soon, not because he doesnt want you or your affection, but he doesnt want to take any risks. outside of that, he doesnt often seek out affection, so youre probably going to have to initiate it, unless hes feeling particularly clingy that day or jealous... hes very cold, please cup your hands on his face and warm him up. likes kissing your lips 6/10
LAUGHING JACK:
has to lean in at an angle in order to not poke you with his nose. has probably accidentally lightly scratched you with it when he got too excited. likes giving you forehead kisses for this reason because you can just angle your head down and he can go to town like that... sometimes leave lipstick marks on you.. if you personally hc that he can take off his makeup then please offer to fix it! hes going to be absolutely over the moon! likes wrapping his arms around you when he kisses you. does lots of kisses in quick succession rather than singular longer ones. probably wakes you up with kisses and greets you with kisses when you come home 8/10 i love him
MASKY/TIM:
nope, sorry. for masky hes not going to be taking off the mask around you at all. so if you want a kiss youre going to have to kiss the mask. though on rare occasions when youre alseep/half awake he will lift up his mask just enough to reveal his mouth and give you a kiss on your face. no particular place that he prefers to kiss you. though as said, its rare when he does this. in fact its not common for masky to seek out affection unless he feels more possessive of you than usual, be it because hes jealous or you are stress or you were just in a dangerous situation. 5/10, not much action but there is still care behind it
now as for tim... i think he would be more willing to give you kisses. probably gives you a quick one before you leave for work or something else, and greets you with one when you return home. thats a sweet thought, i think. more likely to give kisses during cuddle session, tends to kiss your cheek and neck (non sexually) while hes holding you to his chest. ponders. will give you a look if you mess with his sideburns and start giggling 6.5/10 love this man
HOODIE/BRIAN:
hoodie is a little more willing to lift up his mask around you, but only really up to the bottom of his nose. also has no preferred place to kiss you, but he seems to kiss your lips more than the other parts of you. sometimes his facial hair scratches against your skin and tickles. between him and brian i think hoodie is a little more blunt and serious about kissing. not to say hes not a little playful, love me some vaguely playful s/o hoodie hcs. probably picks you up off the ground too to 'trap' you, especially if youre fairly shorter than him (personally hc brian/hoodie is 6'') 7/10 love him
very similar to hoodie but i think he would be even more playful when it comes to you. leans into it when his facial hair starts tickling you, in fact i think it would devolve into him just tickling your sides. funny man. put him in the corner/j. like lj, he likes wrapping his arms around you when kissing you, this man is very into physical touch. will touch you any chance he gets; hand holding, cuddling, hugs, ect ect ect... sometimes starts smiling when you guys kiss so you have to give him a minute because he just has this huge grin on his face 8/10
PUPPETEER:
so you know how i said in the hugging post hes kind of a little shit? you know, literally basking in the fact that youre giving your time and self to him? i think that still applies here, maybe even more so since this is explicitly romantic. likes teasing you if you get flustered during your make out sessions, sometimes bombards you with kisses just to see your face redden... has probably leaned down and tapped his cheek as a silent yet teasing gesture, as if taunting you, letting you be the one to kiss him this once. also very cold, like physically. what being a spirit does to a mf. VERY tall, can easily evade any retaliation you throw his way (ie returning the favor of bombarding him with kisses), though im not sure how long he'd be able to resist.. 6/10
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occatorcreator · 9 months ago
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Second Chances
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1 - Family Lost
Purple and his mother receive a grim diagnosis, and Purple struggles to find a cure to save his only living family member.
Content Warnings: Disease and Major Character Death
Tick tock. Tick tock.
Purple stared up at the clock that punctuated the silent waiting room with its ticking. 
10:15 am. His morning elective class was close to wrapping up. He distantly thought that he should care about what he’ll miss at school, but he couldn’t focus on anything other than the hammering of the clock and how long he waited for a response.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
He looked from the clock to the door, waiting for a nurse to come and summon him. Right now, he had been in the hospital for over two hours and there hadn’t been any updates on his mother’s current condition.
If I had slept in, Purple thought, tapping his foot with anxious energy in time with the clock, would she not have made it?
The thing was, he almost had. He had almost shut his blaring alarm off and gone back to sleep. He really hadn’t been in the mood to go to school this morning; he was sure there was a test in math, and he wasn’t ready for it. School was… well, it had become more unpleasant since the divorce. Despite it being a year since Navy left, thoughts of the divorce sent his mind into a negative tailspin. All those times Navy ragged on him to wake up “bright and early” every day for routine exercise, and all those times he got annoyed by Purple’s fussing made him resent the idea of getting up at all.
He debated sleeping in to spite Navy, but what was the point of that? Not like Navy would show up to witness the spite. All that would come of sleeping in would be the omelets mom prepared growing cold. She was the only parent he had left now; he couldn’t let her down by being a brat about school.
And now he faced the possibility of having no parents… he found his mother fallen to the kitchen floor, unconscious, with the omelets burning.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
Every second not knowing if Orchid was alright or dead drove Purple mad. He had driven as quickly as he could to the hospital and made enough of a scene in the emergency room to get her wheeled in right away. The doctors had escorted him to a nearby waiting room after they took Orchid to treatment, offering reassurance and describing some procedure they’re doing.
Knowing that barely worked to calm him down. Purple was no longer actively panicking, but he was fretting. He hated sitting. It was the inability to do anything but wait, unsure what the response would be, unable to take his mind off of anything but his prayers that things will be alright.
Tick tock. Tick- creak.
The door grabbed Purple’s attention. He stood up preemptively, ready to meet the nurse, only to blanch back as a giant orange stick figure ducked his way through the door frame. Clutching at his massive hand was a golden child, about four or five years old. He looked nervously around the room, sticking close to the orange stick’s leg.
“Just have a seat, Mr. Tango,” the nurse said. “We’ll call you when they’re done.”
The stick figure nodded at the nurse with a sour expression.
“Will Second be okay?” the child asked the nurse.
“Your older sibling will be fixed up,” the nurse said, smiling softly. “It’s just a minor fracture.”
And what about my mother? Purple wanted to ask. Is she going to be okay? 
The question died on his tongue as Mr. Tango passed by him to take a seat. Purple instantly stepped back from the towering figure. By the time he and his child found a place to sit, the nurse had already left, shutting the door.
Great, still nothing, Purple thought, returning to his seat. He missed the prior solitude of the waiting room. With other stick figures around, he felt self conscious of his worrying. Not to mention, one of them was a small child. Purple wasn’t ready for the annoyance that would follow when that small child inevitably got bored and started wandering around, looking for things to do.
“Hello,” the child waved at Purple.
Purple took a deep breath, counted mentally to two, and looked at the child standing before him with what he hoped was a neutral expression.
“Hi,” he greeted half-heartedly.
The child tapped his hands together nervously, eyes looking down at Purple’s feet upon the less-than warm response. Somehow his sour mood didn’t send the kid crawling to his parent, which made Purple raise an eyebrow.
“What do you want?” Purple asked, baring his teeth in a false grin.
“Um, can I have that?” The child asked, pointing at the table filled with magazines.
Purple waved his hand dismissively. “I’m not using it, and you don’t need to ask. Just take it.”
The child brightened and grabbed a magazine. He retreated back to sit by his father, who’s cold gaze regarded Purple in a way that made Purple’s skin crawl. The giant’s gaze reminded him of Navy’s.
Specifically, the day Navy left. He could never forget that cold and guarded stare despite Orchid’s best attempts to shield them from him.
“I guess this is it, then,” Navy said, “I’m leaving.”
Don’t think about him, Purple mentally scolded, closing his eyes to refocus on the present.
With nothing else to get his mind off of the past and present situation, he watched as the child flipped through the magazine. It didn’t take long for the child to realize that magazines were mostly advertisements and boring articles he couldn’t read before he placed it to the side. He caught that Purple was looking at him, and Purple failed to look away in time.
“My sibby broke their thumb.”
Sibby? Purple didn’t know how to comment on that odd shorthand for sibling. 
“Ah…How did that happen?” It took Purple a full second before he found his voice. He got the feeling the kid was a bit of a chatterbox, how unfortunate. Purple had no desire to talk, but he felt like he couldn’t stay silent either.
Maybe this could get his mind off of things...
“My dad had a day off, took me and Second in the park,” the child said, “We did lots of fun stuff and it was really nice out. We were playing truth or dare, and I dared Second to punch a tree!”
He looked expectantly, waiting for Purple to supply a question. Yet when Purple only bothered with a raised eyebrow, Mr. Tango cleared his throat. 
“You two didn’t answer why you did that in the first place, Gold,” Mr. Tango said.
The child — Gold — looked down at his dangling legs, ashamed. “It’s cuz Second’s as strong as you, dad.” Gold said, “I wanted to see if they could punch a hole in the tree.”
Punch a hole in a tree? Ridiculous. Purple scoffed.
“Still. Punching things without the proper technique can be dangerous,” Mr. Tango said. “I hope you two don’t do that again in the future.”
“We won’t, dad,” Gold said.
Again, Mr. Tango reminded Purple of Navy. That comment was a straight-out warning he said during sparring lessons. His father drilled in many basics on keeping yourself from breaking your arm while fighting. Having that reminder of his father again, combined with the ludicrousness of the child’s story, and the fact they were in the hospital over something so stupid made Purple surly. 
“Let me guess,” Purple said, “your sibling was dumb enough to tuck their thumb in their fist while punching?” 
That was harsh. Now both father and son were glaring at Purple. Purple could feel his heart hammering, desire to cower and apologize strong, but not strong enough to overcome anger brought on from constant fatigue and stress.
“Second’s not dumb!” Gold snapped. “They just didn’t know they needed to do that.”
Purple shrugged. “Sounds like the definition of dumb to me,” Purple said, “I mean tucking your thumb in is unnatural and uncomfortable, so why do that?”
“Not everyone comes into the world knowing everything there is to know,” Mr. Tango warned, “and I don’t care much for you insulting someone you hardly know.”
Mr. Tango said it with a threatening, low tone that made Purple reconsider and apologize for his meanness. 
Almost. He might have, had Gold kept his mouth shut.
“They managed to knock the tree down in one hit even when doing it wrong!” Gold bragged. “I bet you can’t do that!”
Inadvertently, Gold managed to hit a sore point for Purple. Orchid and Navy both were prolific fighters in their prime, strong and agile enough to break wood and cinder blocks with a well placed hit. Purple knew it could be done, but he was never strong enough, never fast enough to do it. All he got was painful bruising and a sprain so awful he gave up trying.
And given today, Purple’s fuse was short.
“You little liar,” Purple snapped, “no one can do that.”
���I’m not!” Gold balked, and he tugged on Mr. Tango’s arm. “Dad, you saw it too! Tell him! Second did punch a tree down!”
But there was a split second of hesitation in Mr. Tango’s gaze, that moment of doubt and skepticism. Before he had the chance to defend his son, Purple pounced.
“If your dad claims that, then he’s helping a liar,” Purple said, “I thought preschool taught you better than to make up stories for attention.”
“I’m not! I’m not! I’m not!” Gold yelled, and Purple saw that the child was so worked up that tears were forming in his eyes. “I’m not a liar!”
“What is your problem?” Mr. Tango snapped, standing up tall to get between Gold and Purple. He didn’t yell like Purple did, but clearly didn’t hide his anger. “You have no right to talk to my son like that.”
“Maybe if you didn’t want me to yell at your liar of a kid,” Purple snapped, “then you should have parented better.”
“Excuse me?”
Purple stood up. He was a pipsqueak to the massive stick figure before him, his limbs shaking from fear and rage both. 
“I’m just saying, a kid who broke his wrist punching trees and one that makes up tall tales to strangers reflects poorly on you.” Purple said, “My parents wouldn’t hear me spouting such nonsense.”
“Where are they?” Mr. Tango asked, grinning without any joy. “I would like to talk with them about their parenting skills if they could raise someone who’d yell at children for little reason.”
To that Purple had no response.
Oh creator, what would mom think of me right now? Purple thought, visibly deflating and stared at the ground in shame.
Now the only sound there was the clocks ticking and Gold crying. Seeing no fight left in Purple, Mr. Tango sat down and started to console his child. Gold buried his head in his father’s chest, weeping and insisting he wasn’t a liar.
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“Purple?” A nurse came in with a clipboard. 
“Yes?” Purple straightened himself up. “Is she ready?”
“She is,” the nurse nodded, his expression appearing grim despite his smile. “She wants to talk to you.”
Oh, good she’s awake, Purple thought, but still… the dread in his stomach grew. Why is the nurse looking at me like that if she’s awake?
“Okay. Take me to her.”
He followed the nurse out, ignoring the pressing glares of Mr. Tango and Gold following him out.
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“Rapid aging syndrome?”
Purple sat by Orchid’s beside, holding her hand. Orchid was looking rather pale and frail, but she was alive. The doctors managed to stabilize her.
But only stabilize;  there was no cure for this condition.
“Yes,” Orchid said, “Explains a lot of things, like why I didn’t have the same stamina as your father even though we’re the same age.”
She said it with light airiness that nearly made Purple cry.
“But, this is a glitch in your programming, right?” Purple said, clearing his throat, “couldn’t they patch you?”
To that Orchid let out a shaky sigh and patted Purple’s hand. Purple noticed the faint tremor in her hands.
“They found out that they can’t,” Orchid said, plainly.
“Why not,” Purple asked, voice rising. “They’re doctors! Expert coders! They have to fix you! What sort of doctors would they be if they couldn’t?”
“It’s not that simple, honey,” Orchid hushed, “They discovered that my code’s corrupted. The fact they could stabilize me without losing my memories was a miracle in it of itself.”
“Surely, there’s a way around corruption,” Purple begged, “You mean to tell me they can’t stop you from just… aging to death?”
Orchid didn’t say anything at first. She looked up at the ceiling with an inscrutable expression. In that moment, Purple wondered how well she was taking the news that she was given a terrible death sentence, aging at an insanely rapid rate until she shriveled up to a husk. Looking at her now, all the marks Purple blamed on exhaustion or loss of appetite were the tell-tale signs of becoming an elder.
“The doctors gave me two choices,” Orchid said after a moment, “Either I would have 5 months left to live, or they would reset me.” She then turned to Purple. “And reset means full reset. My age, all of my memories… I would be as I was created, as my 18 year old self. I wouldn’t even recognize you as my son anymore. Even with that, I could still be… lost to a reset. There is no guarantee to save me.” Her expression turned pained. “You know which one I had to choose.”
“That’s so f-messed up,” Purple caught himself. But he wished he could swear. How could anyone sugarcoat that?
“The doctors will want to discuss care options in light of my condition,” Orchid said, “having nurses to care for me at home, or placing me in hospice care.”
“But we don’t have the money for a live-in nurse,” Purple pointed out quietly. 
Orchid hummed in agreement. “And I don’t want to be moved to hospice care if I can still stand and walk.” 
“I could care for you,” Purple offered. “Take off school for a bit-“
“I don’t want to place you in that position,” Orchid waved her hand, “and your education would suffer for it.“
“Mom, I’ll be blunt, my education has already suffered from… Navy leaving.” Purple couldn’t even say the divorce to her, “I won’t be able to focus on shoring up what’s left of my education knowing that your… that you're going to…”
He couldn’t say that either. He shan’t say it, or else he made it true. He didn’t want it to be true.
“Fair point…” Orchid muttered. She placed her hand on her chin and hummed. “There is always my creator,” Orchid paused, “I still have her email address, and I occasionally send her updates. We could stay with her for a while.”
“An actual human? With a desktop?” Purple asked. “Is it even possible for us to go there?”
Orchid nodded. “I’m certain something can be arranged once I reach out to my lawyer and get my affairs in order.”
“Don’t say that, mom,” Purple shook his head.
“I’m afraid we don’t have many options,” Orchid said, “Plus, it would be nice to take you to our childhood home.”
Our?  Purple thought, You mean, dad also grew up on that computer?
Purple wasn’t sure about going on a human’s computer with all the risks, but like Orchid said, it wasn’t like there was any better options they could take.
I’ll find something to save you from this fate, mom, he thought, I promise.
Purple kept this vow deep in his heart as the doctors returned.
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Her name was Alana, and, despite his mom promising to take him to her childhood home, she clearly owned the latest Apple Macintosh. Alana was nice, nicer than what Purple expected of a human from his history class, and she welcomed Orchid and Purple upon their arrival through her email. They had to write out words on the email in order to communicate with her, but Purple learned he didn’t need to talk with Alana often. She was present for the first two days to ensure they settled on the desktop, before just disappearing and leaving them to their own devices for days on end.
Orchid explained most of the situation to Alana. She wasn’t fully candid about her diagnosis, but she shared that Purple was her and Navy’s son, and that they needed a place to stay in the meantime.
Alana asked only one question. “What happened to Navy?”
The awkward silence and body language from both Orchid and Purple told enough for Alana to discern something happened, but she didn’t feel the need to press.
Living on a desktop was a new experience, one Orchid was happy to guide Purple on.
“Ah, they updated so many things!” Orchid said in awe, “You’re getting a better experience than I did. The desktop is so lovely!”
She leaned down to press a button. It was the finder, and it opened up a series of apps. However, she let out a groan of pain as she struggled to stand back up.
“Careful!” Purple said, lifting her up, “you know you can’t move like you used to.”
Orchid looked forlornly at what she opened, rubbing her back. Stacks of icons stretched above her without any easy way to traverse them.
“Right. Climbing would be your strong suit, you have to do that a lot on a desktop,” she said, half muttering as the advice she gave came with a realization of her condition. That her body was too old to navigate something that she had done in her youth.
Purple had to watch her as that condition worsened overtime.
Not that Purple was idle during this time. He set to work making the desktop space more accommodating for an elder. He found Flash and constructed a crude house with the pencil tool. The linework wasn’t the neatest, but it was convenient, light enough for him to pick up the house and set it down, but sturdy enough that a punch wouldn’t knock it down.
He tried looking around for Orchid and Navy’s files. After all, if they were made, then that means there had to be backup copies somewhere around. Surely, Alana transferred their files to the new computer, there had to be something to counter the apparent corruption.
“Purple, please don’t be going into Alana’s files,” Orchid warned.
Purple nearly fell off the top of the directory, not expecting to hear her voice. It started to croak with age, a tremor of strain she didn’t use to have. She leaned on a crude cane Purple drew to help support herself. He hastily went down so she didn’t have to call him.
“I’m not doing anything shady,” Purple insisted, “I was hoping to find… something.”
Orchid gave him a look. A look he knew too well when she suspected Purple was up to one of his antics. He received that look a lot whenever the school called about his moments of less-than-stellar behavior. 
But as quickly as it appeared, it fell. “Look, I’m just warning you, if you poke around in her files and break it, she will be incredibly upset and hurt by that,” she chuckled lightly, “I’m speaking from experience here. Navy and I regretted how we clowned around back in the day.”
You? A trouble maker? Purple couldn’t help but smirk at the idea of Orchid, roughly around his age, causing trouble for her creator. But the smirk faded when that image contrasted the frail stick figure before him. 
“Why did Alana… make the both of you?” Purple asked.
Orchid blinked, not expecting the question. She fiddled with her cane, nails gently scraping against its side.
“I don’t know. Flash animation was new and there was a genre of animation that featured fighting stick figures beginning to form. I supposed Alana wanted to add a battle couple, but I couldn’t be certain.” 
Purple’s face curled at the thought. “Like she made you two to be a couple?”
“Not like that, she made us to be a team,” Orchid’s smile looked forlorn and she looked elsewhere, “the love came later.”
Purple shuffled awkwardly, knowing how that “love” ended for them all. “Why did you two leave the computer?”
“Stick City was new, and we both wanted to strike it on our own,” Orchid explained, “we wanted to be famous, and we didn’t feel like we could if we stayed on a desktop.” She let out a huff. “How funny that I ended up back here after all this time.”
“It’s not.”
“Well, Purple, I’d rather you not go poking around and getting into trouble.” Orchid placed her hand on Purple’s shoulder. “Come. I can show you some games on the Mac you can play in the meantime.”
“Games?”
“Yes, I know I can’t play the ones that are more active, but I don’t want that to stop you from experiencing the fun you can have on a desktop,” she said, “it’s way more immersive.”
Purple opened his mouth to argue something, before closing it and nodding.
I really can’t go against her wishes now, Purple thought, besides, there are healing items in games, maybe I can find something to fix her?
“What do you recommend I try, mom?” he asked.
Time moved too quickly for Purple’s liking. He did as much as he could in his investigation of the games on Alana’s computer. Some of the games were fun, but ultimately useless to his main goal. Others had healing items he had to buy from a vendor or could collect in chests. He gave these to Orchid, yet the most they did was ease her aching joints.
He found Minecraft through his investigation and it, too, had healing items that didn’t work. Yet, the game was fun, intriguing enough for even Orchid to join in on the fun. He found himself simply just building things with Orchid out of the simple blocks provided in creative mode. They began to build a foundation of a castle, but in time, only Purple was able to build the castle. When that happened, he abandoned construction to refocus his efforts in finding a cure.
Orchid was visibly getting older and weaker every passing day. She walked slower, leaned on her cane more often, and complained of pain in her bones. Vision and hearing were going, and Purple had to draw her glasses and hearing aides to help her.
Nothing was working. He tried experimenting with healing items he found: mixing it into her food, combining it with other mechanics, and even breaking into a game’s code to see if there was anything he could pull. All his efforts did was ease the burdens of aging. He could not cure nor save Orchid from her fate.
Eventually, Orchid became too weak to even leave her bed. Purple was torn between wanting to stay by her side and care for her or leaving to find something he possibly overlooked. He settled for spawning a villager from an egg to be her nurse while he stepped away. But walking away was difficult; he felt every hour he was away was the hour he came back to find her…
He came crawling back with nothing to show for it.
“Is there anything in your game that can stop this?” Purple asked the villager, one night after he returned. “To stop her from dying?”
The villager looked around, unsure if Purple was genuinely engaging with them or speaking out loud to himself. When Purple remained silent, the villager felt like they needed to respond.
 “I don’t know,” they admitted, “I haven’t heard of anything like that.”
“You do realize you don’t age, right?” Purple continued. “You and every video game character are just frozen, as you are. You don’t have to worry about growing old, leaving your kids and loved ones behind...”
“That’s not…” the villager trailed off when he met Purple’s cold stare. “It’s not that simple..”
“Seems pretty simple to me. You, a computer program, live on, while us stick figures, also computer programs, grow old and die. How unfair is that?” Purple muttered. “I ask again. Is there anything in this stupid game that can make her ageless like you?”
The villager shook his head and took a step back. Something was in Purple’s voice that deeply frightened the sniveling NPC. And for a moment, Purple thought of pulling out his sword and stabbing the villager for his unhelpfulness. 
After all they were only ageless, not immortal. Weak.
He walked away from the villager, but those horrid thoughts followed him. 
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“What’s happening to Orchid?”
Alana logged on to find her desktop disheveled: a half finished castle from Minecraft, a crude house with a crude bed where Orchid lay in it. She must look so bad that even a human could see it on the screen.
Purple stayed by her side, unable to sleep, and stared blankly at the writing above him. He dared not grab the pen he used to write, he didn’t want to get up and leave his mother’s side.
It had been five months. Her time was almost up, and all his efforts to stop it amounted to nothing. 
The cursor moved down and Purple placed himself between it and his mother.
“Don’t!” he said, splaying his hand out. He knew Alana couldn’t hear, but he spoke anyway. “She’s very fragile.”
“Is that Alana?” Orchid croaked.
Her feeble, weak voice broke Purple’s heart to hear. Her glasses were off to the side, but she didn’t reach for them. 
“Yes, it’s her.” 
“Ah, I'm glad,” Orchid said, “I worried… I wouldn’t be able to say goodbye.”
“No, no mom, you don’t have to,” Purple said, clinging to her hands. “There- I’m still searching for a cure- I can-“
“Shh,” Orchid placed her hand on his cheek, stilling him. “No, Purple, honey. My time is up. And I don’t want to see you wasting your time searching for a cure that doesn’t exist.”
“But I can’t give up, not now,” Purple shook his head. Her face began to blur and hot tears streaked down his face. “I don’t want you to leave me. Stay here. Please.”
“I don’t want to go, either,” Orchid coughed, “I want to be with you… but I don’t want you to suffer for my sake.”
She wiped his tears with her shaking, wrinkled hands. A pointless endeavor, for Purple could not stop sobbing.
“I’m sorry, mom,” Purple choked, holding her hand.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Purple,” Orchid said. Her hand slackened to her side and eyes closed. “Promise me something, Purple?”
“What?” Purple leaned in. “What do you need me to do?”
There was a beat of silence, just the raspy rise and fall of her chest.
“Promise me that you'll…” Orchid whispered so faintly, every word laborious. “Promise me you’ll… take good care of yourself… that you’ll find someone-” She broke off into coughing.
“Hush, hush. Of course, of course I will.” Purple said and hugged Orchid. “I promise.”
Orchid didn’t return the hug, too weak to do so.
“I love you,” she wheezed.
Then, she let out a shuddering gasp and fell limp within his arms. 
“Mom?” Purple pried away, staring at her gaunt face, eyes closed. He saw that she was becoming translucent, fading away like a spirit.
 “Mom? Please…”
Then there was nothing, just him clinging to the blankets. All that Orchid was became nothing now. Not a trace of her was left, except her scent and his memories.
And with that he wept openly into the empty bed while Alana wordlessly hovered above.
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https://gofund.me/49a66e95 paypal.me/maiabuhamda
save us from the suffering of war and the burdens of life
Hello my friends, I'm Mai from Gaza. Before the war, my life was full of energy and joy. I was working in marketing, and I absolutely loved my job. Every new project made me feel accomplished. Hanging out with my friends gave me positive energy throughout the day, and everything was stable and peaceful. Life was simple and beautiful, full of safety and stability, and we were living happily without worrying about what the future might bring.
After the war, everything turned upside down. We were forced to leave our home suddenly, with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Before our eyes, we watched our memories and dreams shatter; everything dear to us was lost in an instant. We lost everything—our money, our jobs, our future, and all that we had worked so hard for was gone. That moment was more than my mind could handle; I felt like I was going to lose it from the shock and the enormity of what had happened to us.
My mother’s health was already in a very poor state even before the war because she has a heart device implanted. The medications she needs are not always available, and when we do find them, they are extremely expensive, making it difficult for us to afford them consistently. My brother also suffered a severe injury to his hand, requiring 80 stitches, which demands ongoing care and essential medications for his recovery. He also needs surgery on his hand to restore it to its previous condition. The health conditions of my mother and brother have been a significant burden on us, especially with the difficult circumstances we are living in.
The cost of basic and daily necessities has become extremely high. Food is not always available, and when we do find it, it's incredibly expensive. Most of the food we can get is canned, and shampoo and soap cost around $30 if we can even find them. Life has become exhausting and expensive—we struggle to eat, barely manage to drink, and meet our basic human needs with great difficulty. From early morning, I search for food and water, and if I find them, the prices are astronomical, allowing us to buy only a little. This life is filled with suffering, and I plead to God for salvation, and I ask those with a conscience to help save what remains of our spirit.
We are suffering from a severe shortage of everything—food, water, healthcare, medications, and basic living conditions. Sleep has become nearly impossible with the constant drone of noise above our heads. For the past 10 months, we’ve been struggling, constantly moving from place to place in search of safety. We wake up early just to fetch water that isn’t even safe to drink, just so we can use it. Life has become harder every day because we have no income to cover our needs, and if we do have any income, it doesn’t even cover 10% of our basic necessities. The situation has become unbearable, and with each passing day, the suffering and pressure increase.
The health conditions have become extremely difficult, with diseases, insects, and garbage everywhere. If you get sick, you can't go for treatment because medications are not available in the hospitals. This means you either die from illness at home or from the bombing. The situation is very hard, and the scarcity of medicines and their high prices are exhausting. The hardest thing is seeing your loved ones suffer in pain, and you're unable to help them because of the lack of medicine. I don't want much from life, only to live with a basic level of humanity that we were created for, and to be able to provide the simplest things for my loved ones, even if it's just a little.
We are in urgent need of your donations and support during these difficult times.
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dreambunnynotes · 10 months ago
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bunny's 60-day glow up challenge: my habits and goals ❤︎
hi angels, here are my personal habits and goals for the 60-day glow up challenge i'm doing! you can participate along with me if you'd like 🥰 let's get into it!
my chosen habits:
workout every day, stretching on rest days
get to bed by 10:30pm screen-free every night
practice piano every day
my goals and why's:
working out: i want to have my dream body and i want to feel more physically healthy and strong; i also want to be able to beat my brother in a fight lmao 😎 i'd also like to complete the body weight fitness build-up primer and then the bodyweight strength foundation routine to learn how to exercise properly and to say that i did it!
sleep routine: i absolutely neeeeed to improve my sleep schedule for the sake of both my mental and physical health; the early mornings are the only time i have alone so its perfect for getting up earlier; lucid dreaming will be much easier
piano practice: i run a creative business, and while i have to do many different creative things that i'd love to do as a habit, i think that if i can accomplish at least one of these creative essentials a day like piano it'll help build my discipline in the other areas of my business and life
my habit energy-tiers:
workout routine:
low energy: do a guided stretch in my bedroom after i wake up or before i go to bed
medium energy: complete bodyweight exercise routine or go for a walk
high energy: complete bodyweight exercise, stretching before and after, and go for a walk
sleep routine:
low energy: get into bed at 10:30pm and listen to audio
medium energy: get into bed at 10:30pm and go right to bed
high energy: get into bed at 10:30pm and do yoga nidra
piano practice:
low energy: run just the essentials for at least five minutes
medium energy: practice for 50 minutes
high energy: practice for 90 - 120 minutes
let's gooooo! ❤︎ bunny xoxo
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trendywaifus · 2 years ago
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Hello! Hope all is well! Can I request reader waking up (after having a spicy sesh the night before) to their S/O (Yae Miko, Lisa, Ei) and them just cuddling and being super cute and shy cause it was like the first time together. Thank you 🙏
Gotchaa! N Helllooo, hope you are well too! Yae + plus those two are 😩 sorry it took so long.
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upon seeing your eyes flutter open, she purrs, feline amethyst hues gazing down at you with fondness. “ how did you sleep sweet thing? enjoyed yourself last night? “ she questions in a light teasing tone, arms looping around your bare frame to pull you closer to her midst. cheeks turning hot at her question, you shyly nodded, the scent of japanese sakura blossoms wafts against your nose. the fox envoy chuckles at your bashful demeanor, “ my, my, where did all that energy go from last night, (name)? shy are we now? “she smirks slyly, her pointed fangs protruding. it was an entrancing but rare sight to see considering she is reserved about her kitsune nature.
your hand timidly rests itself on the small of yae’s back before burying your red face into the crook of her neck, attempting to hide it. “ i mean. . .i did have my first time with you. “ you muttered. once more, she chuckles and nuzzled the side of your head with her nose before pressing a tender kiss against it. “ well sweet little one, “ her deft finger outlines your hip suggestively. “ i can’t promise you that i will be as nice this time but surely you have one more round for me, hm? “
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as a kagemusha, ei never had the chance to think about love since her main focus was inazuma and its future. when she met you, everything changed. she was inexperienced and hesitant when it came to intimacy so she never had thought she would end up tangled in her own sheets with somebody she grew to love. ei’s palm cradles your cheek delicately, watching you as you slept peacefully. carefully, she brushes away a loose strand from your face. after a few minutes, you shifted a bit before your eyes flutters open.
“ ei. .? “ she simply hums, smiling at you. “ good morning, dearest. did you sleep well? “ the sunlight illuminates the room, shining down on your lover so gracefully. her long purple tresses spills down her shoulders like a waterfall; you long to tangle your fingers in them. her deep purple eyes lovingly gaze down on you, a memorizing smile dancing across her pink lips. does she really see herself as her sister’s shadow? she was more like a divine light expanding itself across the horizon after teyvat’s darkest day. you reciprocate ei’s smile but you think it isn’t as beautiful as hers right now. “ i slept like a baby. “ you kissed the mole under her eye.
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a soft groan breaks the slumbering silence. you held back a chuckle as lisa stirs in her sleep next to you, indicating she’s moments away from awaking or maybe she is already awake? lisa was never a morning person anyways and especially after last night, she’d rather sleep in for as long as she could before getting ready for the day. warmth greets your cheeks at the flashbacks of last night and realization hits you. wasn’t that your first time with her? “ hmm. .why are you still up so early, baby?”she asks, raspiness evident in her voice which you found very enthralling. you adjusted yourself up against the headboard, “ lisa. .i’m pretty sure it’s 10 in the morning. “ you look over at lisa, meeting the gaze of her half-lidded jade eyes peeking through her brown messy fringes.
“ feels like 7 the way you put me to sleep.“ you could hear the teasing smile in her voice. lisa loved the way your face twisted into a look of surprise and bashfulness. “ l-lisa! “ she giggles airily, snaking her arm around your waist. “ why aren’t you laying down with me darling? do i have bad morning breath? “ you nervously shake your head at her question which you knew it was probably a joke. you laid right back down with a sheepish smile, “ it’s not that lisa, forgive me. i’m a bit shy from last night.” she says nothing with a smile and shuffles her body closer to yours; her lips presses a kiss right below your cheekbone. “ i’m sure you are and so am i truthfully, it was my first time as well, darling.“
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reason-with-the-underdog · 1 month ago
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workaholic kaveh (bc career>therapy)
love the hc where kaveh, fresh off the heels of the thesis breakup w alhaitham, basically just launches himself into massive overwork
bc u can't dwell if u're constantly working! 🧠
after the palace of alcazarzaray's second rebuild, that was the first free time he's had in years
bc he had to probably do a ton of extra work for graduation after their thesis failed, he mentions in his vl's that he was overworked by his seniors at his first job post-graduation, and he achieved a TON portfolio-wise in the 5-10 years since he left the akademiya
the benefit of all this overwork is:
his reputation is GREAT even tho his clients grumble about his attention to aesthetics🙄
he doesn't need to think about his personal problems! at all! absolutely no time for that!!
which includes never needing to reflect on the roots of the breakup
so in the wake of his self-inflicted bankruptcy post-palace construction... the workaholic that is kaveh finally has free time
and he has absolutely no idea what to do with it
and he's not comfortable bc he's:
bankrupt
homeless
alternating between being incredibly day drunk/hung over
finishing a massive creative project is just EXHAUSTING. like so much energy and passion and emotional investment was put into that palace, and now he's getting congratulated for the palace while also having to pretend like he's totally hanging around a tavern 24/7 bc he WANTS to be there (and not for any other reason)
and with free time to think about, well, everything
oh how the insecurities & anxieties & Bad Thoughts start to creep in🥲
but who can kaveh talk to about this? he can't let anyone know he's ruined by his greatest work yet (he can't let the palace be tarnished by his bankruptcy)
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but kaveh's also incredibly strong emotionally, despite all of his troubles
he's able to redesign the 2nd floor of lambad's tavern in literally less than the 2 weeks he stayed there, and he kept up his social image of the famed architect celebrating a masterpiece of the ages
i think a lot about how kaveh seems uncomfortable in times of rest and tranquility... that bad hours and urgent deadlines and a too big workload done pro bono (for free) feels easier/more natural...
aka why he's so good at denial & Not Thinking about certain facts in his life 🙈
such as why alhaitham might have extended a helping hand and offered his home to kaveh without seeming to get much in return...
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altho as part of kaveh's character arc, which includes reconciling with alhaitham post-PoP, he later starts to have an inkling...
the big question ofc is will he process /why/ alhaitham helped 😆
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but in general i think keeping busy as a way to Not Think contributed a great deal to why kaveh's relationship and reactions to alhaitham's behaviors/words changes so much from when we first meet him in the Sumeru AQ to now (his bday letter anyways)
consider this:
alhaitham had 2+ years of akademiya after the thesis breakup (less if he graduated early ig, but regardless, years) without his most significant friend/influence/confidant around so he had a lot of time to process what happened and to make changes from then
meanwhile kaveh's constantly caught off guard by the differences in his expectations of how alhaitham would react (based off of akademiya-era alhaitham)
vs alhaitham's current-day behavior
like ofc its normal that people change after several years and after not being in school, but kaveh basically froze himself and his understandings of alhaitham's character in time, like a fly in amber
so he has to make much more obvious changes in his behavior to catch up on all those lost years, which we see happening in real time in canon!
alhaitham changes too (look at him distracting kaveh from his depression like a champ in kaveh's hangout! uh huh he really heard us thru his noise cancelling headphones? 🤨)
but they're more subtle shifts
anyways hyv did so good when they cooked up kaveh and alhaitham dkfdlijdk
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suguru-getos · 2 years ago
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| unwind with me | itachi x reader |
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a/n: i’m a sucker for domestic itachiiii <333 fluff and just, slice of life thingy goin’ on
living together with itachi had its perks. you didn’t have to worry about taking the trash out. you didn’t have to worry about a lot of little things which otherwise irritated you. take today for example: you have had a truly hectic week. meetings, appraisals, work politics, a certain bitch you hate and want to kill. everything was coming together hauntingly. so? saturday you didn’t do anything. being the epitome of a couch potato suits you sometimes. especially when those sometimes include your period.
today your eyes opened to an annoying nuisance. your period cramps again. itachi came to you, a huge mug of iced latte in his painted hands, nudging you tenderly and kissing your forehead. “good morning, you are up early today. yesterday you woke up at 11:45. look, it’s just 10:30” he winked, watching you roll your eyes at him. itachi had a subtle way of teasing you & you fairly understood that.
the coffee tasted immaculate. you had no words to express how tasty it was honestly. just the right amount of coldness, the kind that wakes you up soothingly. the perfect amount of chocolate & caramel. the perfect amount of crushed ice. you looked around the house & decided while sipping your morning drink, today you needed to be productive.
“m’ gonna open my laptop & then play games. after that m’ taking a shower and we’ll go out.” oh— itachi was ‘also’ your boyfriend. makes sense doesn’t it? why else would he treat you like a princess when he could’ve been labelled as king ‘aloof’.
“you will take a shower, work out a bit because it’s been 4 days you haven’t moved your body. i suggest pilates since you are still on your period. then, i will help you cook something for lunch. and further on; we will go out.” you always loved when itachi had his little planner instinct come out for you. there are times when you could really use that.
with that, the day was starting to go by with a slight haze. you had tasks lined up where you’d rather not think. give your mind a little rest by being in the backseat & let your boyfriend handle the itty bitty bits about that all. “speaking of, i need to get my nails done,” you sat on the kitchen counter, watching… or rather, gawking at your man chopping vegetables with such ease. “uh huh?” he looked rather indulged, the bun accentuated his features which would make van gogh bow.
he leaned in, gently placing himself between your legs and kissing your lips softly, hands freshly washed and scared to touch your supple skin. “i love you, angel,” itachi cooed, leaning his forehead against you. “i am so, so glad you depend on me you know that? because you don’t depend on anyone else & that’s what makes me strive so hard to be worthy of it,”
there he was, with his unadulterated words, piercing them deep inside your heart. your pupils shaked in sheer adoration, eyes glossing up. “m’ on my period dya wan’ me to fuckin’ cry?” you whined, leaning your head against his shoulder and hugging him.
he felt so warm, tenderly warm and caregiving that you often forgot that the world doesn’t know, or see this side of him. he’s ruthless to others, often labelled as cold. a twisted part of you likes it. you are exclusive to his love. you’d always be.
“alright now, i want you to eat, then how about,” itachi bit his lower lip, “we do some self care and i prepare us the cosiest haven for watching movies together,” you were introverted & your boyfriend reciprocates the same energy.
“deal!” you grinned, helping him prepare the rest of the ingredients.
little did you know that today was going to be even more special, it’s about time you were just his girlfriend. itachi has something rather too special to share with you tonight. 💍
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ms-m-astrologer · 11 days ago
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The Week Ahead: December 30, 2024 - January 5, 2025
Lunar Phases
Monday, December 30, 22:27 UTC - New Moon, 9°44’ Capricorn
The key phrase for the New lunar phase is “set a new intention for the month” - nothing extreme, just a good habit you think you can establish in one month’s time. Excellent for planning long-term, for adding structure and discipline, and for hard work that pays off.
Friday, January 3, 07:46 UTC - Crescent Moon, 28°23’ Aquarius
The key phrase for the Crescent lunar phase is “gather and mobilize resources.” The Moon happens to be void of course, when this phase matures, so it would be better to wait for her to enter Pisces (15:21 UTC) and then use intuition.
Void of Course Moon
Sunday, December 29, 23:34 UTC (Sagittarius) - Monday, December 30, 04:37 UTC (Capricorn)
Wednesday, January 1, 06:02 UTC (Capricorn) - 10:50 UTC (Aquarius)
Friday, January 3, 04:13 UTC (Aquarius) - 15:21 UTC (Pisces)
Sunday, January 5, 14:30 UTC (Pisces) - 19:01 UTC (Aries)
Retrograde/Direct/Etc.
Pre-retrograde shadow: Juno/Scorpio
Retrograde: Mars/Leo, Jupiter/Gemini, Uranus/Taurus, Eris/Aries
Post-retrograde shadow: Mercury/Sagittarius (until Friday the 3rd), Saturn/Pisces
Transiting Mercury exits its post-retrograde shadow on Friday, January 3, 03:14 UTC, at 22°40’ Sagittarius. Yippee!
Ingresses
Thursday, January 2, 23:09 UTC - transiting Vesta enters Scorpio
Vesta enters her pre-retrograde shadow in a couple of weeks. This first part lays the uneasy groundwork for what lies ahead.
Friday, January 3, 03:24 UTC - transiting Venus enters Pisces
Venus also will enter her pre-retrograde shadow before the transit is complete. There’s a lot of Piscean uncertainty and fog for her, in the next few weeks.
Et Cetera
There are two Opportunity Periods this week:
Monday, December 30, 21:57 UTC - 22:57 UTC. This is one-half hour before and after the Capricorn Mew Moon. “If you have something important to start around now, this is a great time to do it.”
Sunday, January 5, 11:57 UTC - 14:30 UTC. “This Sunday OP is good for play, meditation, helping others, etc.”
Just below here (scroll down a bit!) are some excellent suggestions to take into the Capricorn New Moon. We have a really good chance at success if we’re willing to work hard and be patient. (All that Capricorn stuff!)
Very early Friday, we have the second Mars Rx-Pluto opposition. Please be careful as 2025 gets officially underway! Don’t take any unnecessary physical risks, try to put out vibes of being honest about & with ourselves (before putting the hammer down on others), and have a good outlet for excess physical energy. (I always say, clean the bathroom - maybe excavate the debris in the corners of your room, and throw away what you don’t need any more.)
In the mundane world: It’s interesting that right now as this opposition nears its second pass (of three), some of the DonVict’s supporters are waking up to their idols’ real opinions about them, via the H-1B immigration controversy. The first opposition matured back on November 3 (two days before election day!), when Mars was in Cancer and Pluto was finishing up in Capricorn. The third & final opposition happens Saturday, April 26 - stay tuned!
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noxturnals-void · 6 months ago
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My Dearest Shadow
Jason Voorhees x GN! Reader
Pt. 1
(It might lean fem at times but I’m going to try my best to keep it neutral for everyone!)
I don’t know how many parts there will be so just hold on for the ride. ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎
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Tw: stalking, anxiety, paranoia, jason shenanigans
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You had renovated a little house your father had told you about, one you didn't even know existed two years ago. You spent lots of time fixing it up, lots of money, and tireless days doing the work by hand, and still, you weren't done. Thankfully, most of the difficult, labor-intensive parts were handled with the help of a few hired people.
Supposedly, the house lying on the outskirts of a small town in New Jersey had been abandoned for the past 20 years, belonging to some old couple before they moved into another state and left the place to rot when no one wanted to buy the house because of some superstition about the land. It went up on the market after they died and sold for 50,000. It was a concerningly low price that your house-flipping father had taken advantage of.
He hadn't even visited the property in the years he had owned it, let alone told you about it until you mentioned wanting to set up a little getaway spot on the east coast. He had told you the details, and you decided it was exactly what you needed—a new project to focus your energy on. But you were woefully unprepared for the beast of a job you'd just signed yourself up for.
A year and a half was much longer than you had intended to spend fixing this 1000-square-foot cabin cottage, but it was well worth it. It was a beautiful location, nestled right into a vast landscape of dense, private forest with a breathtaking lake view partially in the kitchen and living room windows- a 10-minute walk away. When the sun hit just right in the mornings, it was like a fairytale. A golden bath of warm, welcoming rays wakes you up better than any cup of coffee could ever.
You'd finally gotten in all of the furniture you wanted, having to space out the hauls between a few months at a time. The house was built for one or a singular couple. There was a small porch, redone with fresh wood and a chair set on the front for guilty pleasure moments outside in the late morning or early evenings. Walking into the cabin, you were put immediately into the living room- two chairs positioned apart and pointing toward a smaller flat-screen television tucked away in the corner of the room on a low shelf for your collection of films.
Even with just you living there, the two different chairs were comforting- one more rough, textured, and firm and the other plush and soft, letting you choose depending on what you'd rather sit on to binge a show or movie for the night. To the other side of the room was the entryway to the kitchen, an open-concept attempt at a cozy space. The bedroom was on the other side of the living room wall, housing your queen-sized mattress and more personal furniture and belongings. There was a short hallway leading to the utility closet with the newer models of washers and dryers, which you could get your hands on for less money, and your newly renovated bathroom.
Lots of the house seemed to have gone with age. Things like the kitchen and bathroom floors had to be pulled up and replaced, everything deep cleaned twice over for good measure, and lots of rounds with exterminators and pest control; the first few months paid off in the long run. Admittedly, you felt bad for killing the tiny creatures. They were just trying to find shelter in the large ecosystem at your doorstep.
You'd managed to get a shower and bathtub combo in the more narrow bathroom; glad to have both options when you felt like it. The house already had surprisingly high ceilings, and you didn't mind that the shower head was a bit out of reach because of its design. A little color coordination here and there and most of the cottage was done up in shades of deep, calming, and comforting greens and blues with lighter accenting greys to keep it not so claustrophobic.
Most of your focus went to the outside of the house now. Finished with most of the inside work, you could now turn your detail-oriented self to the withered outside. With some much-needed love and care, you hoped to fix the paint job into a lovely grey blue and pick up some new windows to replace the old and cracked ones you'd been having trouble with.
Really, it should have occurred to you sooner to repair them, but you'd gotten yourself too busy with too many things at once staring out, and you'd put it off for far too long. Last winter had been a nightmare because of those stupid cracked panes, and you were definitely not about to live through that mistake again.
You'd just gotten the garden sorted out. It was something you'd planned for since the beginning, but you had to put a lot of elbow grease into making it work. You had picked up the bulk of the materials last week, including the young plants and seeds you'd needed, along with the mulch and moist dirt.
Now, you were on your knees, elbow-deep in fresh, damp dirt, making shallow holes for the seeds. You sat back, breathing in and sighing out.
It was a lovely day today despite getting a later start than you wanted. The air was crisp and cool, about 60 degrees out today. It was supposed to get chilly the next few weeks and then warm back up before the end of fall. Then came all the rain and possible snow.
You weren't used to the weather of New Jersey yet, but honestly, it was a nice change from California. It didn't really get cold until January, and summers could get pretty hot, but it rained, and the rain was always welcome, in your opinion. It was nice to get snowy Christmases, too. It reminded you of northern Cali, so tree-populated and the air so intensely fresh, that you had to admit it was nice to get away from the city life for a while.
This little adventure had opened your eyes to many things you were missing- yourself included. You'd never spent so much time alone, at least not since childhood. You'd always had friends, roommates, and a busy college life or cityscape to keep you preoccupied. Out here, it was just you, the weekly check-in from your father, the homely woods, the picturesque lake, and... whoever had been living around here watching you.
You'd seen the shape of someone lingering around a few times. At first, you brushed it off. Working hard every day had its downsides, and you thought you were just way too tired to see it properly. It was probably just a deer or something, you convinced yourself.
But after the first month, you couldn't ignore it anymore—the feeling of eyes on you when you walked past some windows, the other presence as you walked through some of the nearby woods. It was always quiet, though, and truthfully, you'd never seen whoever it was close enough to convince yourself fully.
When you'd mentioned it to your father about six months into living here, he'd told you that you must have been paranoid. There was no way anyone lived that far away from the tight-knit town, which was 30 minutes away. The whole forest, including the old camp he had never mentioned before, had been abandoned for years.
You took it upon yourself the next day to walk to Camp Crystal Lake. It took a while, and again, you felt eyes scanning you, searching you for something, or maybe just dissecting you under its gaze. You tried to shake it off, but it didn't help to ignore it. You often scanned through the trees to find the owner of the eyes, but each time, you found nothing. You began to worry that maybe the isolation had been affecting you differently than you thought. Perhaps you had been paranoid over nothing. Maybe you'd been alone out here too long.
You didn't spend long at the neglected campsite. Honestly, it felt wrong to be trespassing in the first place, especially when you had no reason to be there besides foolish curiosity. Many of the cabins looked incredibly run down, the wood rotting and falling away and the forest taking over much of the paths and steps of the place. You had your fill of satisfied curiosity after just an hour of poking around, finding strange things you didn't expect. Notably, some belongings that were from probable teenagers who'd visited. It wasn't surprising to think kids would dare each other to spend the night since it looked so creepy in the first place.
You should've gone straight home, but you felt drawn to the lake. Admittedly, you hadn't visited as much as you wanted. You went down to the pier of the lake, walking out to the far end and taking in the clearer view of the lake against the beginnings of a sunset. It was beautiful, and you almost thought about watching the sun go down but decided against it when you realized you had no light to try to walk back to the house. That and the idea of walking through those woods with those unwavering eyes still on you the entire way made a chill go up your spine.
You got home soon after that, just before dark, yet even in your own house, it was hard to shake the feeling of being watched. Not just by windows anymore, all the time... The second you stepped outside, the eyes followed your every move. It made it hard to live normally until winter came. The feeling of being observed 24/7 stopped completely for the few weeks it got into the tens and twenties, which was an even more unsettling thought.
Maybe it had been a real person, and it was just too cold for them to linger and creep on you. You hadn't forgotten about the campsite or the eyes that stuck to you for a while afterward. But it still made it unsettling when the feeling started up again in early spring.
Part of you was weirded out that you never felt entirely alone, but as the weeks went on, it was almost more of a... comfort. Whatever it was- whoever it was had never harmed you, and the stare it gave off didn't feel dangerous. It almost felt curious, maybe protective? Something out there in the woods was watching you, yes, but it was also watching over you.
You'd had the odd few occasions of falling asleep in random places and waking up in entirely different places. It only happened twice, and you were careful that it wouldn't happen again. You’d been dreadfully tired that particular week, and the physical labor of building a deck by hand had taken its toll on you. You'd fallen asleep outside on the halfway constructed porch drinking tea the first time, trying to keep yourself awake long enough not to mess up your sleep schedule. It didn’t work. You later awoke in your living room, a thin blanket pulled over your legs.
It freaked you out at first—the idea that someone had moved you and been inside your house. But after a thorough, slightly panicked search through the cottage and realizing no one was around and nothing was touched besides, well, you—and your now cold cup of tea—you calmed down. You mulled over it for the rest of the week, not understanding why whoever it was had decided to take care of you like that.
The second time wasn't as much of an accident; you'd fallen asleep outside again a little more intentionally than before. You simply tested if it were to happen again. It did. You woke up again on the chair with a blanket, the same as before, but this time, you were noticeably less clean than when you’d fallen asleep.
Whoever it was left fingerprints of dirt on your waist and thighs where they had picked you up and carried you. Most of your clothing on one side was significantly grime-coated, and that was enough to make you decide not to try it again.
You wiped your brow with the back of your arm and finished up planting all of the seeds you wanted. You were saving some to plant next spring in case these didn't make it through the winter, just to be safe. You got to your feet, wiping your hands down your dirt-covered jeans and huffed, stretching out your sore back. As you did, a twig snapped, and you froze in place, wondering whether or not to turn around toward the tree line behind you.
In normal circumstances, you would have checked immediately, figuring it might have been an animal. But you felt those eyes on you, those same eyes that had followed your every move for the last year and a half. Your paranoia got the better of you now, and the idea of seeing whoever had been watching you this entire time made your stomach turn to mush.
Your eagerness got the better of you, and you turned around despite the loud thumping in your chest. There was nothing at first as you searched through the closest trees. A figure quickly moved to the side at the edge of your vision- a very large figure. You gulped, scanning the tree line and focusing on a thick tree trunk hiding the person well. Whoever they were, they were most definitely right there, and to your knowledge, this was the closest encounter you'd had with them while awake.
You tried to think of something to say, pondering if you should have said anything at all in this tense moment.
What were you supposed to do…?
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gojo-enthusiast · 3 months ago
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The King & His Curses — Chapter Two: 10 Years
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After that day, something inside of Sukuna changed, he began evolving turning into something monstrous, he killed himself, and when he awoke, he was something far greater than he could ever imagine, he stood there, 7’3, four arms, and curse energy that was far greater than any curse that walked this planet. Despite his death, he remembered everything from his life as a mere human, and as he evolved, he became evil in every way possible, the once small town you both lived in, became his estate, he murdered every man that was not worthy enough to serve as anything, and kept women as his servants. Your father, was the only man he let live in the town after taking over, Sukuna went from town to town, cities, and burned them to the ground, his power manifested more and more each day. Uraume, his trusted friend, ending up being his right hand person, finding their cursed technique, and keeping the estate in line.
It had been 10 years since your death, and Sukuna had become the strongest amongst the strongest. He was cold hearted, angry, he was filled with nothing but wickedness, and spent the last 10 years in a war. On the anniversary of your death, he would sit at your grave, behind the little cottage he had built you, his estate was built a mile down, so he would walk over to where your body was laid to rest, and he spent the day laying there, talking to you. Your father lived in the house now, taking the second bedroom, while the master bedroom had been untouched for 10 years.
Ryo the cat you raised, was still alive, 14 years old, he was old, but he was still chasing mice, and would curl up at your grave and meow. “Shoo.” Sukuna said, as the cat purred and rubbed its body on its adopted father. Ryo meowed, as Sukuna picked him up, and rubbed his head. “I wish to spend time with my wife, go on.” He said, as he put the cat down, and sitting in front of your tombstone.
“I burned down a village yesterday, I know you wouldn’t be so happy about it… hmm.” He said softly, his top two arms dusted off the tombstone, and the other two were in his lap. “I always let the women and their children free, and if they wish to serve me, I let them.” He added. “I watched a man try to rape his wife, and so I burned the entire village down, every man was burned to ashes. Uraume made sure the women and children fled before then. I guess that’s how I atone for my sins, isn't it?” He muttered.
“You just missed Yuuji.” Your dad said, as he stood on the porch, he was in his early 60’s now. He didn’t see Sukuna much, only on your birthday, wedding anniversary, and the day you died, he was always taken back at Sukuna’s appearance. “He’s a brat, he only tries to stop me from my plans for the world.” Sukuna scoffed. “Is that a bad thing?” Your dad chuckled, as he sat down on the rocking chair. “Yes it is.” He replied, “That’s why you sit here all day, repenting to your wife, because she is the only God you believe in, and by her forgiveness, you are saved.” Your dad added. Sukuna looked at your grave, running his bottom arms in the grass. “Don’t complain, I have given you a life of luxury haven’t I?” Sukuna rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I have ever wished for son.” Your dad sighed. “I wished for my daughter to be running around barefoot in the fields here, as you watched her dance around, with a baby on her hip, and a baby on the way, you would have 2 arms, and not burning towns down, out of anger.” He sighed once again.
“She will come back, I feel it.” Your dad said, as he stood up, and walked back in the house. Sukuna lied there on your grave until the next day, feeling the sun slowly rise, he felt a soft hand on his face, as his eyes fluttered open, there you were.
Sukuna believed deeply he was dreaming, he kept his eyes opening, thinking this was all in his mind. “I wish to never wake up, if it means I get to see you again.” He mumbled. “But it isn’t a dream my love.” You smiled brightly, as you rubbed his cheek, and peppered kisses on his face. As Sukuna felt the kisses of his wife, he realized this wasn’t like his normal dreams, he was feeling your lips, he was hearing your voice, the voice he had long forgotten, he raised himself up, so he was sitting up. “Y/n?” He rubbed at his eyes, not comprehending. “Oh Suku.” You smiled, as you sat on his lap. He looked at your body, seeing the wedding dress he buried you in, you looked clean, you looked like you were glowing. It finally hit him that you were right in front of him, you were alive, you were breathing. He stood up, as you wobbled off of him, he was taken back, staring at you.
“What are you?” He asked, distancing himself from you. “Your wife.” You smiled, walking up to him. “H-how?” He stuttered, the King of Curses was beyond himself, he could not understand anything that was happening to him. “God gave me life again, I have been watching over you for all this time, and I served God and gave him everything I had to offer, so I could come down here, and be here once again with you.” You reached out to touch his hand. He pulled them away, looking at you in horror. “You can’t be here.” He got cold, his eyes red. You tilted your head, “Why? I was granted a wish, and I chose to be here.” You said as your face frowned. “No, you must go back.” He said waving you off. “You can not see me this way, you must go.” He said as he turned around and was walking away. “Sukuna.” You said softly, running up to him, and wrapping your arms from behind. He stood as still as a statue, he felt his limbs shake, and his eyes blaze with hot tears, you kissed the middle of his back, rubbing your cheek on his spine. “I missed you so much Suku, I missed my husband, don’t leave me now, after I just got you back.” You whimpered into his back, he felt the thick tears fall down his back. He turned around, staring down at you.
“I’m not a good man anymore, that Sukuna is gone.” He turned his head away. “No he isn’t, he’s right here, he just looks a little different that’s all.” You smiled, as you gestured for him to bring his face down, and he did, because he was your loyal subject, you patted his cheek, and kissed him.
“You are my husband, you will always be good in my eyes.”
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Eventually this series will be a different one shots but the same story, I just really want everyone to understand the beginning first and why Sukuna is the way he is :)
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beeismessingaround · 9 months ago
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☆Hi! So i wanna post a little about my mha DR because im really hyperfixated on it rn😭
So here it goes Ig if you have any questions feel free to ask Im more than willing to respond
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MHA DR ♡
Name:Bianca
Nicknames:Bee,Bia
Age:15
Height:5'4
Pronouns;She/they
Nationality:Portuguese
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Appearence
I don't have a faceclaim but I used AI to try and mimick what I kinda look like
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Also if u see me using any pics where the hair is longer it still makes sense because I spontaneously change mine anyways
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Quirk ⭐️
Quirk Description: it's called celestial control and I can basically control the moon and the sun , and based on the time of day, as in if its day or night I have different abilities
Day; I have energy manipulation, energy absorption, light manipulation, manipulation of the light spectrum, pyrokinesis and I can change light into physical matter
Night; I can manipulate shadows and dreams, I can create illusions,manipulate gravity, I can teleport between shadows, I can control blood (which doesnt have to be in people's bodies) and have other vampirism attributes, I can also manipulate the stars and their light into weapons and blasts
Drawback; Guys I haven't thought of one yet HELP 😭😭😭
Also during solar eclipses something diff happens but I'll probably make a whole other post about that
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Hero Suit !
So I don't have like an official hero suit but just so you guys understand the vibe of the suit which isn't really a suit anyways
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Now this does have some practical functionalities I haven't thought of which ones but it does also it isnt a dress in like the picture it has pants I promise
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Backstory :D
My backstory is not as intriguing as half of the people here it's so cringy but like idk
My parents weren't exactly common folk in this case my mother was a pro-hero called storm (yes same powers but not that storm) and my dad was out of the picture. From an early age, I exhibited an affinity for the sun and moon.
As a child, my quirk manifested unexpectedly. One sunny afternoon, while I was playing in the backyard, I reached out to touch a sunflower.And to my surprise, the flower caught on fire. My mother and my grandma who were both there there at the time were both amazed and concerned.
But mother dearest being a pro here handled it pretty well I would say, later on during my younger years I jst kept discovering I could do stuff it's like every day I would wake up and it's like wow I didnt know I could do that
Neat Ig
Anyways I had a pretty chill childhood I'll say, but I did know shoto and Momo and Iida before coming to UA cuz rich people know rich people.
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Relationships <3
So my S/O is Bakugo but my dear people I have a DR that is practically the same as this one but my S/O is Shigaraki cuz he's my favourite character, I jst didn't know how to make him my S/O in this one and I love my Angry Pomeranian man aswell so, anyways if u see me calling Shigaraki my S/O its jst different DRs
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Anyways he's so silly lol
Name:Katsuki Bakugo
Age:15
Height:6'1
Love language:Quality time and physical touch
(his definition of quality time is training until my bones are mush ☹️☹️☹️)
Confession:Angrily blurting it out in an argument...Guys I'm a sucker for this
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10/10 accurate representation of our relationship
I'll probably make a separate post with scenarios I've scripted in my DR lol
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☆Now for the friendships !!
So my friendgroup is mostly the bakusquad, I've been a mha fan since 2019 so yes bakusquad is forever in my memories
But if you don't know here is the bakusquad members
☆Bakugo - S/O
☆Kirishima - He's honestly my like best guy friend here
☆Mina - I Love her SM my bestie <333
☆Sero - He's the mom friend I appreciate him
☆Denki - I'm so excited to jst do dumb shit with him
Yeah those are all my best friends emphasises on Mina tho
Out of the bakusquad I scripted 2 of my CR friends in
☆Bea - Either keeps me from doing dumbshit or does it with me i love her, I made her s/o todoroki cuz Im nice
☆Mari - Childhood friend I've known her for 9 years now I think,most loyal hoe on the planet, obsessed with mickey mouse,just that should let you know she needs no s/o
And I'm also rll good friends with Jirou, Hagakure and Tsuyu I'm clearly a girl's girl
I dont have a bad relantionship with anyone in class cuz I scripted mineta out #self-care
This is the seating and dorm arrangements btw and i will take no criticism for them😙
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I FORGOT TO PUT AOYAMA IN THIS ONE BTW
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There are the dorms which were also meticulously crafted to however the fuck I wanted them ☺️
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Anyways I think that's all I have to say for now ask any questions if u have them and yh sorry for any spelling errors english is not my first language
-Bee⭐️
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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 6 months ago
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Random Not Sober AU notes I found on my phone after last night that get simpler as they go:
1) FMA/HP Au where Lily is Hohenhiem’s kid and she goes to Amestris to meet her father and half brothers with her husband James. Along the way they hook up with Roy Mustang. Harry is his bio kid. Then of course the Potters die and Dumbledore sucks so much he just drops the baby off at the Elric’s house unaware Trisha died and Hoenheim fucked off. Cue Ed and Al raising their nephew. Then of course we have human transmutation, Roy coming and Al going: oh hey wasn't some of the notes Lily left saying you were Harry’s dad?
This 100% would end with Parental Roy having three gremlin kids, Harry going through human transmutation to get rid of the Horocrux in exchange for Al, and then CHAOS at Hogwarts.
2) A really weird AU where Hoenheim slept with a woman in Xing when he was first there who had a kid she kept secret so no one could worship them or do weird shit. The kid had a kid and so on until they left Xing after their clan was attacked, they got to Amestris, got married and had a son. Roy Mustang.
This also included Hoenheim having another child with an Ishvalan woman before he met Trisha. His daughter went on to have two sons: Scar and his brother.
I have no idea where I was going with this. But its amusing.
3) BNHA AU where Space Orcs tropes happen but I include the period stuff I talked about. Izuku is a trans guy who gets snatched with Jirou. I planned on Quirks being a thing still according to my notes. Izuku has PCOS. Legit ends up passing clots cause its one of those periods. Empathy Alien (Mina) is sobbing.
4) FMAB AU where the Homunculi all murder Father because they hate him and just chill. Greed finds Hohenheim and finds out about the boys. Decides Hohenheim is a bad dad so he goes off to be weird cousin Greed along with the others. They still try human transmutation and get into the military where Bradley is like: why is my baby cousin- Que Ed being known as the Fuher’s cousin.
5) self insert wakes up as Envy. Basically they go fuck the plot turn into a cat and hang around the elric brothers.
6) Like a half page ramble about Girl!Bakugou and how she would be meaner then her canon self to male Izuku and just nasty to a girl Izuku because if we keep her personality then you have society coming down on her for not being soft and shit. I have no idea where this was going.
7) EdLing AU where Ling was disowned for liking men and refusing a marriage with a woman from his clan, so he runs off to Amestris to find a philosopher's stone early and then meets the Elric brothers before canon.
8) BNHA/FMAB AU where Winry is reborn as Izuku, she is now a trans girl and is running around making automail.
9) EdLing share the pair AU. Imagine prince Ling screaming about his arm and leg, and people realizing his soulmate lost theirs.
10) the above but EdRoy. My notes said ‘flip a coin for pla’ which I think means flip a coin for platonic or not.
11) the above a gin for GreedEdLing with extra ‘oh fuck you’ energy because IT HURTS US WHEN YOU DIE GREED
12) Envy/Ed also soulmate au (i read a fanfic before getting high and it stuck I guess)
13) IiDeku AU lesbians where Bakugou is engaged to Izuku but she breaks it off as soon as she can to be with Iida.
14) three selkie au starts
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growup-thatbeautiful · 2 years ago
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where you go, i go
Tags: Benny Miller x Reader, Mentions of Trauma, Light Angst, Sleepy Mornings, Cuddles, Mentions of Violence, Clingy Reader
A/n: I missed Benny. thanks @princessmermaid1289 for the request!
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The thing is, Benny doesn’t always make it easy to leave for work in the morning. He works on his schedule at the gym, so he’s never in as much of a hurry as you are in the mornings. Which leads to its own problems.
Firstly, Benny is absolutely incorrigible in the mornings. He’s used to waking up early and getting ready to go, which can be fun when you’re prepared for it. You never would have thought that you would like having a boyfriend so full of energy and sunshine in the morning, but you’ve come to love how a grin lights up Benny’s face every morning that he sees you. It’s like he is always surprised to see you there like you might slip away in the night if he doesn’t hold you tight enough.
Secondly, Benny does absolutely nothing to discourage you in the mornings. So, when you wake up and don’t want to get out of bed, he’ll happily keep you beside him as long as he can. From whispered conversations in white bedsheets and morning breath-leaden kisses, Benny can’t seem to help you along with your morning routine. And if you do make it out of bed, he’s even worse. He’ll sneak up behind you and plant kisses along your neck exactly where he knows will make you weak, and that alone costs you at least 10 minutes.
Lastly, you have no desire to separate from him. Benny is comfort, safety, and home. It’s a wonder that you’re ever able to make it out of the house when his arms are so secure around you.
This morning specifically, though, it isn’t Benny’s fault that you’re running late. No, you can confidently say that you got yourself into the mess. You know better than to let Benny kiss you good morning with his hair tousled like that. His hands trace idle patterns into your skin, the chill of the air around you is nothing compared to the heat coming from Benny. You should know that once he starts, you melt for him, and then you’re stuck in his magnetism.
You’re right next to him while he brushes his teeth, leaning on his strong frame for support. When he finishes and makes his way into your tiny kitchen, you’re right behind him again, his calloused hand in yours. While he makes breakfast, scrambled eggs and toast, you make coffee, working silently in tandem. You know he likes sugar and milk in his coffee and he knows you need extra pepper in your eggs.
You can’t help but tug him close to you when you hand him his coffee, his hand automatically settling on the skin of your waist underneath the army t-shirt of his that you’re wearing. If it was anyone else, you would feel self-conscious, but that faded around Benny a long time ago. He kisses you again, his breath tasting like mint toothpaste, his free hand moving to cup your face gently. The sigh you let out into his mouth tells him just how deeply you want to be with him all day.
Benny grins at you when he pulls away, and he lightly sets the coffee mug down on the counter beside you. “Honey,” he laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist before tilting your face up to face him. “Why don’t you stay home?”
“I can’t just skip work every time I want to hang out with you,” you protest, leaning into his warmth easily. “As good as it sounds.”
“Why not?” Benny’s low voice resonates against your cheek as he pulls you in closer, his hand smoothing over your hair gently. “You could come to the gym with me and watch me train.” The usual cockiness is in his voice, but you know it’s a genuine offer. Plus, you would be a fool to give up a chance to watch him train.
“I can’t,” you say again, if only for argument's sake. Really, it never takes much convincing for you to stay with Benny. Not when he’s looking at you with those eyes.
“Then I’ll come to work with you,” he offers. “Cathy always says she wants to see more of me.” The boyish twinkle in his eyes is so hard to respond to without agreeing to everything he says.
“Cathy’s in love with you,” you bluntly state. “And she’s got claws to grab hold of you.”
“I’ll be careful,” he solemnly replies, trying to hide his grin unsuccessfully. “Where you go, I go.” Despite his grin, you can feel the gravity of his words. You know the weight of them; they’re more than an empty promise. When you first met Benny, he was a shadow of the man he is today. You don’t know all the details- he’ll tell you when he’s ready- but you know that something bad happened on a job he went on with Frankie, Santi, and Will. They came back without Tom and without anything to show for his death except for a trust fund and a starburst scar through Benny’s stomach.
But you also know that Benny made a promise to the guys. He lived a great part of his life sprinting to catch up to the space behind Will’s shadow. His whole life, he’s been following Will, the ever-devoted little brother.
First, he followed him onto the high-school football team. For years, the Miller name dominated their small town’s talk. Little Benny Miller was just as talented as his brother, a force on the field, and a gentleman too.
Then, he followed Will into the army. Head first, head down, headstrong. Benny, you know, didn’t think twice before signing his name on those papers so that he could do unspeakable, secret things in dark places of the world. Benny doesn’t talk about it a lot, and you don’t ever ask him to, but you know from the sleepless nights and the nightmare-ridden ones that the scars lining Benny’s body go deeper than the skin.
And though you’re sure it won’t be the last time, Benny finally followed Will into the jungle on that goddamn trip. They all lost things there, but from what you’ve heard from Frankie and Santi when Benny and Will go off together and come back with red eyes Benny lost a little bit of his light on that trip. He was- and still is- the most optimistic, selfless person you know. He’s always the first to crack a joke or give an easy smile, but there’s less behind his smile than there use to be sometimes. Maybe it can’t be fixed, maybe this is something that he has to go through on his own, but you’re not going to let him wander without something holding him to the ground and guiding him back home.
So when he says that he’ll go where you go, you know that it’s his way of telling you that today he needs you to be that person for him. Benny can’t simply ask for help when he needs it, it’s against his hardwiring. This is as close as he’s going to get, but you know him well enough to know to take the offering that he’s given you.
There are only so many people that Benny will follow. You don’t know if it’s coincidence or some deeper connection that made you feel how you feel on a day when Benny needs you, but you thank whatever it is.
“Okay,” you agree, running your hands along his arms. “I’ll stay home today. But you get to be the one to call my boss and tell her I’m sick.” It breaks your heart a little bit to see the surprised smile that fights its way to Benny’s face. For how long you’ve been dating, Benny doesn’t ever seem to think that you’ll stay when things get hard. You’ll just have to keep showing him.
“I’ll make it sound believable,” Benny promises. “And if I reach Cathy I’ll make sure to tell her hi.”
“You better not,” you warn, placing your hand on his cheek and tapping lightly. “Do you want me to call Will and the boys over?”
There’s no one else who knows Benny as well as you do. They’ve all been through hell together, so they can bring Benny out of anything.
Benny hums in consideration and grabs his quickly cooling coffee, taking a sip before he answers. “Make ‘em sweat. I’ll take some time with my girl before those assholes come and make a mess of it.”
“Okay,” you agree. “You have a phone call to make.”
“I guess I do.” Benny doesn’t seem quite convinced to let you go yet, and you can’t help but savor the moment. His arms around you, words whispered into the crown of your hair, the smell of his cologne filling your senses.
“Beny?” you mumble against his chest, and he looks at you, his expression honest and pure and everything that he is. “I think the eggs are burning.”
“I’ll make you some more,” he says, laugh lines around his eyes become more prominent. “Let’s just stay like this for a little while.”
You could never say no to that. For however many mornings you’re late to work, you think it’s worth it to have Benny there for you.
To be there for each other.
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