#might post this one without text sometime cause it looks good

[ferronickel]

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[thetomorrowshow]

love is such a drag ch. 4

oki i posted this on ao3 almost two weeks ago but forgot to post it here so uhhhhh

enjoy some scariana griande

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Scott: hey grian

Scott: do you know how much drag queens cost?

Scott: bc i just found out

Scott: and oh boy

Scott: that is not in the budget

Me: what?

Scott: so the activities board is doing a pride week in march

Scott: and we're planning a drag show for the last day

Me: ohhh

Scott: but wow you guys are kinda expensive

Me: we know our worth, scott

Scott: please sir

Scott: spare a free drag show for the poor? 🥺

Me: -_-

Scott: i'll buy you lunch

Me: you know that a good drag show usually requires more than one drag queen, right?

Me: like. several drag queens

Scott: i know that… now

Scott: ok what if we do an amateur drag show

Scott: mostly students who are interested in drag getting to perform

Scott: but with one real drag queen?

Scott: whose name may or may not be grian??

Scott: 😣🙏🙏🙏

Scott: pleek

Me: students you say

Me: i'll do it

Scott: oh thank mumbo

Me: but

Scott: uh oh

Me: sorry did you just curse by mumbo's name?

Scott: no comment

Me: ???

Me: ok anyways

Me: i'll do it

Me: but

Me: you have to do it, too

Scott: oh DEAL

Scott: i want to sing let it go

Scott: oh my mumbo i need to think of a drag name

Me: right. have fun with that

Me: when in march?

Scott: first week. the drag show should be that friday

Me: right i'll put it in my calendar

Grian does put it in his calendar, set right on March 5th. That isn’t too far away, really, but gives him plenty of time to prepare.

Then his phone buzzes—another notification from Scar, which immediately sends his heart into his throat as he swipes it away without even reading it.

He might make a noise, also. That would make sense, judging by how both Mumbo and Pearl start, looking up at him.

“You good?” Mumbo asks, then, before Grian can respond, he checks his watch. “Oh, dear—”

Mumbo jumps up from his chair, frantically stuffing his laptop and papers into his shoulder bag faster than Grian’s ever seen anyone do it. “I forgot—study group—”

“Have fun,” Pearl calls. Mumbo, already halfway out the door, simply waves a harried hand and hurries out, a dry erase marker still stuck behind his ear.

“Ah,” Pearl says drily. “He took the marker. Librarians aren’t going to be happy.”

Grian had been planning on using that marker, too. Not for anything important, but he’d had half a mind to draw something stupid on the dry erase board before they checked out of their library study room. Hatsune Miku, probably.

Then he remembers the text message with a jolt, and this time he hears when he yelps. It sounds kind of like Mumbo does when gets caught eating carrots out of the fridge at two in the morning. Just a little ah!

Pearl raises an eyebrow at him.

Grian sighs. “The guy I went on a date with keeps texting me.”

“Okay?”

“I—” Grian wrings his hands— “he’s a really nice guy,” he says reluctantly. “I feel bad for ghosting him.”

According to the barkeep, he’s not just a typical nice guy. Scar is everything that he seems: kind hearted, passionate, funny, a little ridiculous. He doesn’t deserve the hurt that Grian is surely causing him.

“Then don’t,” Pearl shrugs.

“Don’t—don’t what?”

“Ghost him.”

“I’m already doing that.”

“No, like—don’t ghost him.”

Grian blinks. Don’t ghost him? How can he do that while still getting out of this situation?

“Meet up with him again, tell him you don’t think it’ll work out, then block his number,” Pearl says, as if it’s that simple.

Is it?

And. . . .

Well, he’ll get another free meal out of it. Not in a vampire way.

It feels kind of sleazy, but no worse than he already feels for ghosting him. “Maybe you have good ideas sometimes,” he says idly. Pearl chucks a pencil at him, which is quite rude to do to your only brother.

So Grian unlocks his phone, and. . . .

He will text him back. He will.

But not—not yet. He needs a minute to gather his courage.

And how better to gather his courage than scroll through memes for a while?

-

Scar has sent seven messages to Ariana since the date. All of them entirely reasonable.

The first two were to express what a good time he had, and make sure she got home safe. The next two were asking her out on a second date. And the final three were daily check-ins, to make sure his messages didn't get buried.

She has not responded to a single one.

That isn't the end of the world. It can’t be. Because for some reason, the world is still turning and Scar is still found upon it, so it can’t have ended; it isn’t even the remotest possibility! The world definitely hasn’t ended.

But it sure feels like it has.

It’s three days later and he’s in his so-called math class, but he simply cannot force himself to pay attention. They really ought to devise some way to make boring classes more pay-attentionable. Perhaps they can adopt a school cat to frolic about on the table, causing comical cat catastrophes and being given the final say on issues of debate. It would also be nice for student government meetings. Oh, then he would be able to carry cat toys, of which he already has plenty due to his excitement to one day adopt a cat.

It would keep his mind off the angel, too. Otherwise, he can only focus on every little thing that he must have done wrong on the date.

He didn’t offer her his arm when they went in. That has to have marked him down at least three points, if not more. After all, it’s the chivalrous thing to do, and instead he just followed along behind her! Practical, perhaps, to give him more time to check for ice on the sidewalk and not slip, but not how a date should behave, especially on the first outing.

He tried to pressure her into alcohol too, didn’t he? Oh, that was a trainwreck—she wasn’t at all interested in the drink he had picked out, and had elected her own! Of course, Scar wasn’t exactly aware that the drink was alcoholic, but he was the one who tried to order it and he should have made sure first.

And he barely even let her talk! He talked all about himself practically all date, giving her no chance to talk about something interesting to her. How could he even imagine himself so intriguing as to hold her attention for so long? Nobody likes to listen to his Disney rants in a normal situation—Cub always tells him that they’re far too long-winded and he brings them up too often, clearly one of his main flaws, and he’d just flaunted his Disney knowledge all over her without even asking if it was okay!

She probably hadn’t even liked the flowers, no matter what she said. She probably didn’t even want to go on the date in the first place.

Scar sighs. To his dismay, nobody asks him what’s wrong.

He sighs again, slightly louder.

When nobody asks what’s wrong a second time, Scar huffs, glances around for someone to console him.

He’s the only person in the room.

He checks his phone.

Ah. Class ended several minutes ago. The last thing he clearly remembers about the class is the professor writing the agenda on the board—he’d entirely zoned out by the time the first formulas were being copied down.

He should probably go to that study group of Impulse’s, given his track record of paying attention. It does meet today, and fairly soon, right? And in this building, in a study room down by the exit. It’s basically on his way!

Perhaps Impulse’s study group will provide a suitable distraction for his heartbreak. He needs one, and desperately. Even imagining a cat hasn’t worked.

“Er, Scar?”

Scar looks up; Scott’s standing in the doorway, his backpack only half on his shoulders. Oh, good! Someone to opine to!

“What are you doing in my stats class?” Scott asks. Scar doesn’t answer that question and instead slides his phone across the table toward Scott, still open on the text thread with Ariana.

“Am I coming on too strong?” he asks, terrified of the answer.

Scott looks vaguely like he still wants to figure out why Scar’s here, but the opportunity to insert himself in someone else’s relationship drama is too tempting and he picks up the phone.

“‘Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just want to make sure you’re okay and not kidnapped or unable to speak due to some terrible accident, because if you got hit by a car as soon as you left after our date I would feel really bad forever and ever, so just text me if you’re alive because you’re very attractive and I think someone would probably want to kidnap you (BUT NOT ME) and I just want to know that you’re safe,’” Scott reads aloud. “You sent this?”

“Yes. Is it too much?”

“I mean . . . yeah.”

“Which part?” Scar asks, leaning forward. Scott gives him his phone back.

“The whole thing. It’s giving desperate,” Scott says. “You want her to chase you too—or, him, I mean.”

Scar chuckles. Oh, Scott. “An angel.”

“Did not clarify the gender.”

“A girl, Scott,” Scar says, a little affronted, though he isn’t sure why. “I’m not gay.”

Scott puts his hands up. “Geez, sorry. I just heard you tell Impulse the other day that Bdubs is super cute, so I didn’t want to assume.”

“Well, yeah, but every man finds men attractive.”

“No . . . no, I . . . I don’t think they do?” says Scott. “Guys who find guys attractive are . . . into guys.”

“Well, no. Every man has another man that they would, you know, go for! On principle! Like—like Ryan Reynolds!”

Scott looks at him. His eyebrows are raised, mouth a thin line.

Scar isn’t sure what that look means.

“How many men have you found attractive this week?”

Scar rolls his eyes. “Well, that’s impossible to count. You might as well ask how many animators work on any given film! There was the guy serving mashed potatoes yesterday, a real looker in the restroom this morning, a very pretty boy in make-up the other night, Bdubs, a blond boy playing soccer on the quad, this boy in the library, a—”

“Yeah,” Scott says. “Most men only have, like, one guy ever. Not every other man they pass.”

“Okay, but, I’m just as attracted to girls!” Scar protests. “So I can’t be gay, I must be straight. You’re either gay or straight, Scott!”

“Not remotely true.”

“I have to get to my study group,” Scar says loudly, snatching his phone off the table and grabbing his cane. “Thank you, Mr. Smajor, for your opinion. It will be recycled as soon as is convenient.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Scar raises his cane to him, then begins the trek downstairs to Impulse’s study group. He barely debates a moment before heading toward the elevator rather than the stairs. Maybe a year ago he would have chosen the stairs, but he doesn’t want to push himself any more than necessary.

“Scar! Good to have you,” Impulse says when he walks into the right study room (after walking into the wrong one twice). “Take a seat, man, right here.”

Scar isn’t the first person to show up, but he is surprisingly early. He takes the proferred seat, setting his cane up against the table.

“We’re actually going to split into two rooms,” Impulse tells him, leaning against the table. “I’ll be helping with more advanced concepts here, and Mumbo will be taking the easier stuff in the other room.”

“And trig is. . . ?”

Impulse laughs. “Definitely advanced, bud. How ya been?”

That’s a loaded question. Scar sighs dramatically and lets his head fall on the table. “Terrible. I took the most perfect angel on a date last week, and I haven’t gotten a single text back!”

“Who, Bdubs?”

Scar blinks. “What? No. You and Scott, I swear. . . .”

“You told me he’s cute!”

“Lots of guys are cute,” Scar waves off. “I’m straight, though. Not that anything else is relevant, because it was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and now I’ll never see her again!”

“Aw, come on, buddy,” Impulse says encouragingly, laying a hand on his shoulder. “There’s someone out there for you! And you know what? That’s what math is all about—finding what’s missing to make you whole!”

“I thought it was about finding x,” says Mumbo, poking his head into the room. Despite the potential of witnessing Mumbo’s beautiful mustache, Scar doesn’t lift his head, grimacing as he considers Mumbo’s suggestion.

“I don’t want to find my ex, Impulse, I can’t believe you talked me into this—”

“Nope,” Impulse says firmly. “Nope. It’s about finding a missing number.”

Her number isn’t missing, though. It’s right there in Scar’s phone, ten digits that will never respond to him, ten fingers he’ll never be able to clasp between his own again, ten children they’ll never have. . . .

Scar’s phone buzzes, sitting, as it is, on the table beside his head.

Scar straightens up immediately, scrambling for his phone. In his haste, he actually pushes it further away, then right up to the edge, teetering, tottering—

Scar practically throws himself across the table to grab it, and he manages to wrap his fingers around it, thank Mumbo—

But, as a result of the sudden exertion, Scar’s hands are suddenly sweaty, and his phone slips out of his hand and lands face-down on the tile floor.

“It probably wasn’t even her,” he says morosely, staring at the phone below. “It was probably another text from that lost dog poster I put up.” “Oh, you have a dog?” Mumbo asks, while Impulse steps around the table to pick up the phone.

“No.”

“What?”

Impulse, phone in hand, places it back on the table—then seems to think better and picks it back up, placing it directly into Scar’s hand. “I don’t know if all those cracks were already there,” he says. “I think you need a new phone, buddy.”

There aren’t any new cracks, luckily, and Scar turns on his phone to see—

Yep. Another text from one of the lost dog posters.

Just as he begins to return to being a puddle of gloop on this table, his phone buzzes again. His heart leaps into his mouth, he frantically fumbles for the button—

Another lost dog text.

From the same number, actually. Something about the picture on the poster being a picture of their own dog, clearly taken while it was in their backyard. Scar isn’t trying to read all that, so he’s not entirely sure what their problem is.

Well, that was possibly the biggest disappointment of his life. And now he has to do math? Why, he might as well just be put out of his misery right now! Just taken out back and put down, like a sad dog, preferably a cute one like the ones he used for the posters, but a sad one nonetheless—

Wait.

Another message pops up, hidden under the first two that he had carelessly swiped away.

Ariana: lol no worries i’m alive

Ariana: a date on thursday maybe?

With any luck, Scar will get used to the gymnastics that his heart surely oughtn’t be performing.

Even if some part of him doesn’t ever want to get used to her.

[akalegos]

RED TEAM (+Tucker) >> BRICK

quick post for #rvbocweek

Textless / Elaborations under cut

Grif: Brick's the cook of Red Team so it'd make sense Grif would like him, especially cause he makes extra servings just for him. Sometimes as favors, most times just cause Brick thinks it's part of the job

Sarge: Sarge likes someone who follows orders, and Brick does so without any questioning (most times), even when it comes running into battle as a test of how dangerous it might be for him. He does as told, which makes him easy to like for Sarge.

Simmons: (Going after Sarge for context purposes) He's annoying, insufferable even! The only good thing is that taking orders extends to even Simmons too, which means he's not the only one cleaning around the base. But it doesn't make any of it better!

Donut: Roommates, they arrived on the same day and are kinda one-sided best friends (on Brick's part, Donut thinks of him as just a friend). Doesn't stop them from making mostly one-sided hangouts.

Lopez: (Text; The only other multilingual here and he can't even speak Spanish. Whats the point?) Least sufferable human on the team on account of barely talking unless spoken to. It's funny seeing other's react to his dirty looks, but that's about it.

??? (Tucker): Brick occassionally laughs at a joke or two, usually really bad or stupid ones, which only encourages him to do more. And it turns into a feedback loop or laughing and bad jokes that have completedly derailed from the first one. When it comes to actual conversations though, it's obvious to Tucker that he's a pretty little dense.

[simblorbo-bracket]

Round 2 - Simblr's Saddest, Wettest Meow Meow - Mainline

Seth Morrigan (@medleymisty) VS. Saxen (@herecirmsims)

(polls are presented left -> right unless stated otherwise)

Who's sadder? Who's wetter? Read on for more information, and vote with your heart!

What is a ‘Meow Meow’?

(taken from tumblr user @/torturelabyrinth) “The thing about a true poor little meow meow is they have to be 1) downtrodden 2) morally questionable at best 3) deeply and pathetically miserable”

Seth Morrigan

A name that makes all Sims tremble. They whisper, "Have you seen him? I heard he never takes off his blue cardigan. I heard his khaki pants bear the face of God in their pockets. I heard he stood in a fire for an hour once and didn't die."

Occasionally an impressionable young Sim dressed all in black will say, "Yeah, I heard he burned down his house with his family inside and that he haunts the valley and that the waterfall there always smells like smoke, but damn he looks good in that blue cardigan of his."

Seth is my original Sim, created lovingly in Sims 3 CAS lo these many years ago.

He also made the transition to Sims 4.

He first appeared in the Sims 3 story In The Valley Of The Sun. Its pictures are currently lost somewhere in Photobucket, but the basic idea was that he set his house by Sunset Valley's waterfall on fire, killing his wife. Years later a young woman named Lilith came to investigate the abandoned house, which was said to be haunted. Seth was actually still very much alive, though he haunted Lilith through the narrative. At least until Lilith set a fire herself, taking them both out.

Propaganda that still has pictures! At least unless otherwise noted.

Waffles: The Syruping: a short story of Seth's sad wet descent into meow meow land told from the POV of his wife, Sarah Morrigan.

Syrup: The Waffling: Seth's own POV of his descent.

Because Death Would Not Stop For Seth: A text-only take about Seth's trauma from surviving a fire and how his absolute refusal to try and heal that trauma just led to more fire.

Eggshells: Seth as an emo teen, dealing with being bullied and with his father's condition after surviving a fire at the factory where he worked.

A longer work with Sims 4 pics: Emo Pistols. An epistolary story told through Seth's letters to his two penpals, Jasper and Anya. In this one he is finally attempting to heal from his trauma, as you can see from this excerpt:

How does a house die? Well, other than being burnt down. Speaking of which, I have not yet set the apartment on fire. I suppose that’s good. The apartment does not give me gifts. Sarah does, sometimes.  She is still here. I told her the truth, and she didn’t break or burn. She didn’t disappear into the sun. She is the Sarah who stayed.

I love my Seth baby very much. I hope he might meet some new friends through this tournament, and perhaps I will gain some inspiration to write more words about him as well. :)

Saxen

Things Sax does extremely well: fainting and bleeding (separately), fainting and bleeding (combination), rotting in bed, crying or being completely stoic (no in between), causing more problems while trying to fix his previous problems, omitting certain truths (aka lying).

Now, I don't know if he really counts as an SWMM because he's not a classic villain... but in his pursuit of Doing The Right Thing he has made some awful choices. Good intentions, poor outcomes.

I present the evidence beneath the cut:

Some of his crimes:

In an attempt to save his sister, he left his post and facilitated the escape of a world-devouring entity which he was supposed to help contain.

After his sister died he made another attempt to save her, via necromancy, and instead doomed her to an endless cycle of death and rebirth. Until recently, none of her reincarnations were healthy enough to survive infancy.

He befriended the parents of this latest incarnation without filling them in on the backstory, or his motives. After they were killed by his enemy, he took the baby and kept her hidden for 11 years (did she have grandparents, uncles, aunts? Yes, probably. He claims they couldn't have cared for her like he did and technicallyyyy he's right, since her survival required magic, but...)

He broke the arm of one of his 'adopted' adult kids (he has an enchanted cottage which has been a refuge for a lot of people) when said adult tried to prevent him from killing someone else. Yes, technically he did only push Thom and didn't intend for Thom to hit the wall so hard, but...

Long story short but his home world didn't end, it was just knocked out of its timeline for a while. Unfortunately, due to his actions on the day the Grim escaped (attacking portal guards and forcing his way through the rift, just as an unrelated-to-him group stormed the castle), he was a) assumed dead and b) immediately arrested on his return for treason and attempted regicide.

He's a constant menace and cause of stress to his man, the kindest and sweetest soul to ever live. He doesn't mean to be, it's just that his attempts to keep Fen safe often seem to involve risking himself in increasingly creative and fatal ways.

Why should you vote for Sax? Well, I think his endless complex trauma and the fact that almost all his misfortunes happened because he was trying to fix things/help people makes him pretty damn tragic and definitely very damp. He could do with a win. Plus... look at him. 🥲

[plasticbag3207]

My Headcanons On How All of the Vees Died :D

Hi! I’ve seen some people talking about how the Vees died, and I decided I wanted to give my own two cents :) (Warning: I ramble a lot)

Velvette:

Starting with Velvette because my headcanon for her is the shortest. I think she died in a car accident because she was texting and driving, or using her phone in some way. She was most likely behind the wheel and not paying attention, ran a red light unknowingly and was smashed in the collision. Something along those lines that could have been easily prevented by not being negligent.

Another thought: Maybe instead of texting she was trying to take a photo of herself for a social media post? Idk, same sorta idea though.

Vox:

I’ve seen people theorizing that Vox died from a seizure, and I agree. Specifically a tonic-clonic seizure (this is the type you’d probably immediately think of when you imagine someone having a seizure).

I think he was probably watching one of his shows on TV (I headcanon he was a news reporter or smth for a large TV News company, probably his own). Suddenly the TV lost its signal and the screen went static, this caused the seizure and he ultimately died from it. As some other people have pointed out, when Vox gets more upset/uses more of his powers he tends to have red lines appear on his screen coming from his mouth. It looks a lot like blood, and sometimes when people have this specific type of seizure they bite their tongues or lips, causing them to bleed.

Another pointer to him dying of a seizure: he can wield electricity and can use it to travel wherever he pleases along with other powers relating to it. From my understanding, seizures are when the brain malfunctions and rapidly and uncontrollably sends electrical signals. I know it’s not technically the same type of electricity (electrons vs ions), but it’s still just something to think about. :)

Valentino:

I have lots of ideas for Val, and out of the three Vees I think his death is the most up to interpretation. We really don’t have many hints to what it could be at all, which I think is fun. I also haven’t really seen any theories for him, so if this matches up with your headcanon let me know! I also have multiple different theories, so I’ll talk a little about each.

Theory one: murdered

Val was probably a pimp while he was alive too, and I think there’s a good chance one of the people he “owned” finally snapped and in an act of desperation to escape, they murdered him. A friend and I were talking on how he might have been murdered. My friend suggested that maybe one of his workers poured some cyanide into his drink, or messed with his drugs. I think these are both valid ideas, and likely.

Another theory along the murdered idea: he was gay and someone discovered he was gay. Obviously in the 70s being queer wasn’t widely accepted yet, and I think it’s very possible that someone found him out and killed him for it.

Theory two: Overdose

I’m not sure if it was on purpose or not. Maybe one of his workers increased his dose while he wasn’t looking, or maybe he was miserable and decided he didn’t want to deal with life anymore. It also could have been completely accidental, and he shut his own book without even knowing.

Theory three: Illness

Probably the most likely out of all of these is that Val died of some STD or other terminal illness. Again, assuming he was a pimp in life and slept around a lot, there’s a good chance he picked up some deadly STDs. He technically died before the AIDS crisis, but there are still plenty of other options that he could have contracted.

But how does any of this relate to him being a moth?

I have literally no idea and frankly it is stumping me immensely. The best my friend and I could come up with was that while dying (slowly, of poison potentially) he was blankly staring at a light or something? Again, I really don’t know what to do with his moth appearance. Maybe he died on a summer night? I genuinely can’t think of anything very meaningful or concrete that I could relate to him being a moth demon. So hey, if you have an idea on how to incorporate that let me know, I’d love to hear! :)

Okay this got really long but I can’t help but ramble. I’m especially curious as to what people’s headcanons are for Valentino’s death. And if you actually read through all of this, props to you and your patience for all of my tangents <3

[furryprovocateur]

a natural, inevitable consequence of the rise of therapyspeak is that it teaches us to be more selfish and self-centered in our relationships. article after article, tweet after tweet will say things like "if your friend is traumadumping to you, it's okay to ignore them" or "ghosting someone you made plans with is okay if you felt anxious about it", which, while maybe beneficial to one side of that equation, will ultimately greatly burn the other side and likely result in relationship deterioration. so much of the emphasis has been placed on understanding the self, what emotions we experience, and what situations cause these emotions that we've lost sight of the world around us. we forget to ask things like "oh, my friend is traumadumping, they probably just experienced something really bad and need someone to console them" or "[person] was probably really looking forward to going out with me, i should communicate with them".

this is part of the reason i hated that one post that was like "therapyspeak isn't ruining us, it's just enabling selfish people to be more manipulative" or whatever. unless you think people have always been this level of selfish and borderline callous due to their self-centered nature, it really fails to explain the unique rise of rational adults suddenly becoming indifferent to the wants/needs of those they care about. therapyspeak has taught people that their emotions supersede the emotions of those around them, and we need to resolve our emotional conflicts without doing the icky stuff like confrontation, communication, vocalizing and naming boundaries, etc. why should you have a difficult talk with your bestie about how you feel terrible that their wedding is reminding you of your own personal loneliness and amplifying your depression? why not instead just ghost them, not show up to the wedding, and leave them wondering as to why you suddenly vanished from their life with no warning and were apathetic to one of the most important moments of their life? your emotional wants and needs are more important after all, and you shouldn't even have to consider how someone else in your life would feel in response to your actions.

here, i'll give a personal anecdote as to what i mean. there was an online friend i knew for about six months who i had a good friendship with. out of the blue, without any warning, i was blocked by him, kicked out of his discord server, and given no explanation as to what the reason was. i actually had to text his number and ask "hey, did you do this intentionally? if you did, why?" to get a response. and this response was a long text using therapyspeak-esque logic of "well you and [mutual friend] played a joke on me and you know i'm extremely gullible (this had never been communicated to me btw) so it really hurt my feelings so i chose to prioritize my own feelings and end our relationship". you might be saying "oh wow, well that's just how internet friendships go sometimes" but this was someone who had flown to my house and even admitted to having a crush on me at one point. this was someone who arguably was more invested in our relationship than i was. when did we get to this point? the offense i had committed was. . . lying about being a user on a forum and telling a mutual friend to go along with the lie if asked. and it was only brought up once.

i don't want to diminish the potential harm and pain that my actions caused, but, at the same time, i want to highlight that every reasonable adult out there could likely deduce that this perceived harm would greatly be outweighed by the investment in this relationship and also how much this person seemingly cared about me. and, instead of taking the very reasonable option of doing any of the following: addressing this with me and asking for some type of acknowledgement of harm and subsequent apology, communication of personal boundaries to avoid future harm, informing me of my wrongdoing and still continuing to terminate the relationship, i got ghosted. you could say i wasn't owed any type of explanation, and, maybe, just maybe, you're right. but at the same time, it's emotionally harmful to have someone do that to you. immediately after realizing what had occurred and why, i felt extremely disposable in my friendship with that person, as if i had never truly mattered to them and instead had just been a concept for them to idealize, only to be thrown away when i failed to meet these impossible standards. moreover, it's just generally very bad socialization to be so incapable and unwilling to assert yourself and engage in confrontation with your friends that it's going to likely be a constant issue.

this anecdote is a microcosm of the greater problem i see with socializing in the modern age. with how easy it is to remove people from our lives with no explanation, it suddenly becomes the more tempting option when choosing between that and confrontation, boundary talk, and other interpersonal intimacy topics. and i don't want to say that everyone is obligated to your time and energy or that there's never a warranted block w/no notification (i've done this before in fact!). it's just that culturally, we're becoming more and more self-interested and less invested in the wants/needs of those around us, stranger or friend. by telling ourselves that we owe no one anything, we don't hold ourselves accountable to the social obligations of checking in our friends every now and then ("i don't believe in friendship degradation!" that isn't how the real world works), making sure we communicate when we need certain things from them, and when we need to have conversations about things that are bothering us. we choose instead to prioritize the self, and in that, we lose sight of the world around us.

[blueopinions49]

Mistyping on The Enneagram

Introduction

The purpose of this post is to understand what are mistyping and how they happen. I’ll explain some of the patterns ive noticed when it comes to some of the mistypings as well as some of examples ive I personally disagree with. Please dont take any of this as a personal insult if any of these examples I give are things you've done in the past or the typings I disagree with are your own.

Case #1 Bad Media Literacy 

Often one of the biggest mistake I see when it comes to typing characters enneagram its the interpretation of the characters motive and character arc being incorrect and often based on nothing. The claims you'll mostly see is flattening of the character and often they'll just take one line of dialogue or small piece of the character and typed them based on that. Rather than looking at the character overall. Even if the characters motives and desire are bluntly on display they'll usually ignore these in favor of their misunderstanding of the text. 

Ex- Maxine Minx (3w4 so/sx) being typed as 2w3 sx/so

-Maxine Minx is a character whose desires are screamed to you by the narrative (literally). Maxine craves stardom and status; she yells at Pearl that she won't have the life she doesnt deserve because she is a Star. Her  sense of self importance and entitlement are clear pointers to soc 3. So I find quite shocking/horrifyng seeing people type her as a sx 2. Let's start with the fact that Maxine’s core desire being in creation of a unique bond with ONE individual in which she ignores her own needs to please the subject is one of the most unhinged takes ive ever seen because there is absolutely no evidence of this in the text. Second Maxine being a Super Ego+Positive type is just not true there isn't any evidence of that in the text. It's just a mess of a typing based on bad media literacy and even worst understanding of subtypes. 

Case #2 Misunderstanding of Subtypes 

This is one of the most unlikely cases I see most people have a decent understanding of subtypes. However this still sometimes happens in which people usually take the definition of the subtype and barely explain it. Sometimes they dont understand what each instinctual variants desire is. 

Social-The desire to find a place in which they belong. Will have a belief that they have a big role in this world.

Self-Preservation-Looks for the needs of the self and those around them.

Sexual- They look for connections and to influcence others. Can be romantic or not. 

Ex-Daenerys Targaryen (2w1 so/sp) typed as 1w2 sx/so

Dani being typed as an sx1 isnt as bad as some of the other typings I'll cover here but it still shows a bit of confusion. The sx1 looks to perfect others through sharpening them morally. While the soc 2 looks to help others for the greater good. Both of these are super ego types which I why they might be confusing and have some similarities. 

 #3 Detachment between subtype and Type Structure  

This is the most common mistake ive seen people make when it comes to typing enneagram. They usually detach the subtype from the type structure and stick to the definition of the subtitle without taking any parts of the type it self. The focus on the subtype makes it so the core desire of the enneagram type itself is replaced rather than complement it. The core desire of the enneatype will and should always come first when it comes to typing. This has led to allot of mistyping in which they ignore crucial parts of the enneagram and character/person they are typing. 

Asuka Langley (3w4 so/sx) typed as 2w3 sx/so or 4w3 sx/so 

Both of these typings cause me a headache so ill cover both 

4w3 sx/so- sx 4 Asuka is one of the worst typing ive seen. They hyper focus on the flimsy definition and the poor understanding of Asuka’s character makes this typing a mess. To believe that Asuka craves for “depth and authenticity” is one of the most insane understanding of her character. And when checking at the triads it becomes even more evident that this typing is holding for its dear life on the misunderstanding from her character. To believe that Asuka is a withdrawn type is one hell of an interpretation. When it comes to attachment style Asuka being a frustration types makes no sense either. The E4 believes itself to be “too deep and profound” for others which is why they find themselves frustrated believing that others aren't as profound as they are. Also having any form of self hate ISNT a sign of enneagram 4. 

2w3 sx/so- This typing I see a bit less but its still pretty common. This typing probably comes when people hyper fixation on Kaji. And tbh thats kinda of bad since that is a minor plot beat when it comes to her character. And when you look at E2 as a whole Asuka just doesnt fit there anywhere...The sx ignores the need of self to please ONE individual who they believe can return the love they need. And Asuka doesnt ever ignore her own needs at all. Also Asuka being a super ego type...no. The super ego types believe they are doing righteous acts and believe themselves to be morally superior. And how does this apply to Asuka? well it doesnt. 

Case #4 “May look like X type” 

Following the same topic from the last case they will usually focus on the small part in the final description of the subtype in which they point out some similarities with others. However it is important to note that they are still the same type. The Enneagram core desire and needs doesnt change because they may look like X type. And this seems to be very rampant as of recently. 

Anakin Skywalker (8w7 sx/so) typed as 4w3 sx/so- This typing makes is as bad as the previous character. The current fixation on the may look like E8 in the description of sx E4 has made allot of different charcaters and people be mistyped based on that single line. Anakin never desire authenticity nor depth. He makes it very clear in both The Clone Wars show and Attack of The Clones that he craved power In order to protect those he loved. Saddest part is he quite literally tells us this in attack of the clones...

Lack of Knowledge of General Type structure and Ignoring Triads 

The type structure of each type is complex and detailed however it is key to understand its importance when it comes to typing and understanding the enneagram. Naranjos work on the enneagram is my preferred source when it comes to general type structure I highly suggest you find pdfs or sometimes people of personality coffee leave the type descriptions of naranjo in there. Understanding the core desire of the enneagram and the lines inside is something ive noticed people have a hard time understanding and not taking into consideration when it comes to typing.  Triads is also a very good and important tool to understanding how the types work and it helped me allot to distinguish them. Especially when it comes to object relations. 

Ex- Cassie Howard (9w1 sx/so or 2w1 sp/sx) being type 3w2 sx/so

So im not sure on Cassies enneagram just yet im between the options listed above however Cassie being typed as a sx 3 makes no sense at all. Cassie being a competency+assertive types makes very little sense to me. Especially since the sx 3 looks for success in the interpersonal sense they dont really crave the “love” that comes from it just the image of filling the role in someones life. While I think the sx 9 makes more sense since her being an attachment type makes the most sense to but also I could see sp 2 tho. I don’t see the assertiveness that the sx 2 has.

[autisticgirliesbracket]

What makes Dendy from OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

Dendy-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with a screenshot of Dendy in the top left corner. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,

"literally just look up a photo of her and youll understand. buuuut lets see uhh. she shows special interests in technology and these things in the show called pow cards. she has trouble understanding others emotions. her expressions are so. yknow. :|. when she shows up the show literally has this running gag where it plays a YAYYYY stock sfx in the bg. its literally the autism creature yippie. also shes just really cool and deserves to win everything ever. thank you for your time. watch ok ko."

"She's the little tech dork trope but I actually like how she pulls it off! She's constantly impressing K.O. and K.O. even calls her 'A science wizard' once! One of her nicknames that's canon is literally just 'Science baby' and I think that's so cute for her- She even says that she taught herself coding because it's a way to express herself, and I love that so much for her! Anyways I think she's more autistic coded than canonically Autistic but I love her anyways and think she'd fit right in!"

"Idk I just think she's cute and some other people like her, I hope she does well in this bracket"

"Shy, intelligent, and very good at hacking. Takes idioms literally and can act insensitively, but is sweet and has good intentions. Special interests are technology and trading cards. Often accompanied by the sound of kids cheering (not ASD related i just think its neat)."

"Okay, so: Dendy from OK KO is portrayed from the very beginning of the show as a young girl (around KO's age, since he's somewhere around 6-9) who is very logical and structured in her way of seeing the world, but struggles with social cues and expectations that aren't clearly laid out. She has a keen special interest in POW Cards (in-universe trading cards, basically), and this is how she first meets and connects with the protagonist KO. What I adore about this show is that it highlights what lots of people consider to be her being autistic, in a positive light. She has character arcs and self improvement like all of the characters do, she's not perfect, but her way of thinking and being is not demonized in any capacity, even if some characters occasionally don't 'get' her perspective, that's shown the same way as when /she/ doesn't get /their/ perspective. It's not canon that she's autistic, but there's a lot in this show that is coded without being stated explicitly, and because the show is very heavy handed (it is a kid's cartoon!) you get a lot of the positive messages you might expect like "celebrate differences" and whatnot without ever explicitly saying that she's autistic. However I think that it was very much intended! There are probably way better infodumps on Dendy being autistic than this one, haha, but I love her so much!"

"OUGHHH I CANT EVEN WORDS!!!! ANY DENDY CLIP SHOWS IT, SHES THE WORLDS BEST KAPPA UFHFHDBSB"

"Look at her. Silly kappa. I love her. She loves computers. She doesn’t understand emotions. She loves her friend K.O. She wants to be a hero. She’s so good. My sweet baby"

"she has a special interest (coding/robot stuff), she has trouble with empathy, she doesn't pick up on social cues, and more stuff I can't completely put into words cause I'm really bad at that :,)"

"I resonated very deeply with this awkward little kappa but aside from that I got the vibes from her monotone and formal speaking pattern and the way she struggled with understanding social cues or sarcasm. She's also extremely literal and logical to a fault sometimes (like myself) and she's got special intesests in tech and pow cards. She does struggle with understanding how her actions may effect others sometimes but she means well and does try to show that she cares once she does understand. I also see her backpack ("hack-pack") as a comfort item for her as she tends to take it with her everywhere and doesn't allow others to touch it, including her best friend, K.O."

"She's shown to behave in a way where she doesn't show her emotions that much, but when someone brings up her special interests she becomes a gremlin (In this case, POW Cards), she stims on screen, she's shown to be hyperfixated on technology and that's where she's able to infodump and such, im not sure how to explain this very well but yeah, as someone who is autistic themselves, i feel dendy is a great autistic girl!!" End ID.]

[annoyed-galaxy]

Fictober 2024 ~ 15

"let's try this"

Fanfiction: DA2 I know my fictober stuff seems pretty random, but I'm kinda just writing what's on my mind and I just finished The Masked Empire and it set up a lot of stuff and I just got eluvians on the mind. Writing a thing every single day has been very interesting, but good practice even if what I produce seems random or noncohesive. Just lots of thoughts and I honestly should just write more because I don't do it enough. So fictober is definitely helping with that. But also just posting without a care has been helping to. I don't expect most people to read what I make and I'm kinda just hyperfixating into the void, but eh you know how it be. Anxiety is a bitch. Can also be found on Ao3

Seth had never expected himself to explore ancient ruins as a hobby, but since leaving Kirkwall, a man had to find something to do as a fugitive. Being this close to Tevinter, however, caused him to be a little on edge, but nothing he couldn’t bury beneath a charming smile and well placed joke. 

His partner, on the other hand, seemed to relax a little bit more the closer to Tevinter they were. In some regards, Anders respected Tevinter and even sometimes idolized it. But Anders was no fool and knew there was as much corruption in the empire as other places. Still, mages were more free there than in other parts of Thedas. 

If someone were to ask why Seth and Anders were poking around in some random ruin near the border of Tevinter, neither man would have been able to give an answer. They may have alluded to things such as finding some artifacts to sell, but they didn’t need money, or studying some ancient text on the walls, but Seth found that too boring and Anders wasn’t that interested. Honestly, it was just an excuse for the two of them to do something that didn’t involve running away from their problems. 

Their staffs lit up the area in blue and red colors, causing the shadows to retreat as they walked through crumbling halls. They held each other’s hand and just looked at the walls around them. Something about this place seemed so…ancient. Anders squinted at some script on the walls that his light managed to catch. He stopped and Seth staggered back when Anders’s hand pulled him still. Seth looked at what Anders was looking at and brought his staff close, illuminating the script more.

“What is that?” he asked, tilting his head examining the odd text. Seth didn’t grow up in the Circle. He was an apostate his entire life and everything he learned about magic and history was through his parents. Compared to Anders, who had the entire knowledge of the Circle at his disposal, Seth was less knowledgeable about most things. 

“I think it’s elven,” Anders replied, his face still scrunched up in thought. 

Seth’s eyes widened in surprise. “Elven ruins? This close to Tevinter?” 

Anders looked at his lover with a soft smile. “The elven empire once covered the entirety of Thedas, love.” He turned back to the script. “I am not surprised we managed to stumble across one now.” 

“Can you read what it says?” Seth asked. 

Anders shook his head. “I only studied the basics of elven and this seems super ancient.” He groaned. “All I’m getting is ‘crossroads’, but I don’t know what context that could be used in.” 

Seth shrugged. “Maybe it’s a metaphor.” 

Anders shook his head. “Maybe, but who knows.” 

They continued on, seeing more of the elven script along the walls, but Anders’s still couldn’t decipher any of it. 

At the end of the corridor they walked in, it was a dead end. At least, it was now. Rubble covered what might have been a large door into, presumably, a larger room. They approached the debris and let go of each other’s hands as they examined around the rocks, looking for any possible way to clear the debris. After determining there was no way, Anders sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. 

“Ah well. End of this journey I suppose.” He looked over and saw that Seth was still looking at a spot. 

Then Seth put the blade end of his staff in between some rocks and a foot against the rock next to the staff. “Let’s try this,” he muttered to himself. Anders felt the air shift as Seth summoned mana to him. Anders backed up a bit watching as Seth began to pry the rocks apart with his staff, using some force magic to make them looser. Anders looked up at the top and saw that some of the rocks had begun to shake. 

“Oh no,” Anders just whispered to himself as he realized what Seth was doing. He ran to the side of the corridor, pressing himself up against the wall just as Seth finally pried the rock free with his staff. The debris came crashing down after that and Seth used his magic to push it all away from him before he was crushed. Once the dust settled and rocks had stopped moving, Anders opened his eyes, not realizing he had closed them and looked at Seth who was wiping himself off of dust, but had a wicked smile on his face. 

“That worked easily!” he cheered, looking at Anders. 

Anders sighed and just smiled softly. “You’re reckless.”

Seth winked. “S’what I do.” Then he grabbed Anders’s hand again and they entered the large chamber. What they saw, they couldn’t believe. 

They were in the largest chamber either of them had ever been before. All around them were sarcophagi and epitaphs, reduced to illegible text that neither of them could read. Along the walls were columns where torches were still lit with a blue fire, casting the entire room in a haunting glow. Seth stamped out his staff and Anders followed suit since they no longer needed to light their way.

What was the most impressive thing in the chamber was at the far end of where they had entered. 

Standing tall and surrounded by carvings of dragons and large wolves was a ornate frame surrounding a cloudy gray glass. As they approached the curious object, Seth’s eyes widened with recognition. “This looks just like Merrill’s mirror,” he said, examining the cloudy gray that seemed to slowly move across the surface of the glass.

“The eluvian?” Anders asked and Seth nodded in confirmation. “Wasn’t that thing dangerous?” Anders took a step back, tugging on Seth’s hand.

“I think that one was dangerous because it had been corrupted by something. This…This looks dormant.” Seth approached the mirror, dragging Anders behind him despite Anders’s slight protests. He put his hand against the surface and it was cool to the skin. “She never did get it working, though,” Seth wondered out loud. 

“Maybe it’s because whatever magic powered these things is gone,” Anders offered, looking at the mirror. “After all, the eluvians are ancient elvish.” 

Seth shrugged. “Maybe.” Then he considered for a moment. “Do you think she’d like to know about this?” 

Anders looked at Seth with a frown. “You want to give this location to Merrill?” 

Seth shrugged. “Why not? She’s been through a lot, maybe studying a place that belonged to her people will help her find what she’s looking for.” 

Anders was about to say something in protest but then just sighed. “I don’t think there’d be any actual harm to it. Though,” he looked around, “you feel it don’t you?”

Seth nodded his head as he turned from the mirror. “The Veil is thin.” 

Anders eyes the sarcophagi around them with concern. “If we’re not careful, or if she wasn’t, I have a bad feeling this chamber could be flooded with corpses or worse.” 

Seth agreed and then slowly walked away from the eluvian, Anders’s following suit. 

That night, Seth drafted up a letter that he then gave to a local barkeep to send to Kirkwall. 

Varric, 

Found an interesting place Daisy may be interested in if you still got contact with her. Something to do with her people and might help with that mirror she had been working on for so long. Location’s on the map attached. 

Also, hope you’re doing well. Miss you buddy. 

- H.

[dzinesoniya]

How to Improve Conversion Rates for Performance Marketing Campaigns

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Understanding Conversion Rates

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Your landing page is where the conversion happens. A well-designed landing page can make all the difference. Keep the page clean and simple, and make sure it clearly explains your offer. Use a bold headline that grabs attention, concise supporting text, and a clear call-to-action (CTA) button. It is important that visitors can easily understand what you offer and how to take the next step. Also, ensure that the page loads quickly, as slow pages can drive potential customers away.

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The CTA is the final push a visitor needs to complete the desired action. Use clear and action-oriented phrases such as “Buy Now,” “Sign Up Today,” or “Get Your Free Trial.” The CTA should stand out on your page, so use contrasting colors and place it in a spot that is hard to miss. It is a good idea to test different versions of your CTA to see which one resonates best with your audience.

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In today’s competitive digital landscape, every conversion counts. By paying close attention to each element of your campaign and making steady improvements, you can turn more visitors into customers. Use these strategies to get the most out of your marketing efforts and watch your business grow over time.

[fraemlingg]

im just gonna freestyle this text so this is not gonna be very thought through or whatever but literally i am so incredibly sick of social media i am sooo sick of that ugly AI slop everywhere and algorithms and ads and everything being designed to keep us glued to our screens no matter the consequences

i am sick of monetarisation i am sick of posting my art online literally begging for people to like my posts in hopes of being able to make at least a lil money with my art one day it feels like im selling myself out and its so fucking far from authentic like im a tattoo artist and so i follow a bunch of other tattoo artists and although they all have such amazing unique styles everything feels so performative and i KNOW that every single one of them feels the same and its so fucking sad that we cant really do anything about it

and im not trying to sound pretentious but i?? kinda hate meme culture?? it pisses me off?? can we not have normal inside jokes anymore why are 10 people sending me funny little posts even though they know i will not look at them (and like rlly truly no offense bc i know they do it bc they love me and think of me and i love them for it and i appreciate it in one way or another im not being judgy rn thats not my point). i want to write letters not dms but i feel like if i were to say that i might be called "cringe" which yknow is a concern i already expressed in another post and might be a me-problem but as ethel cain said it so fantastically nothing is taken seriously anymore and i hugely blame social media and meme culture

and like pls keep enjoying ur memes im again not judging just speaking from my subjective experience and that experience is that it caused me brainrot im not sure i'll ever be able to fix and that SUUUUCKS dude we all got dragged into phone addiction without a fucking choice and it will just get worse and worse and worse

i watched LuvstarKeis youtube video on why you should make a website and i think they (i looked everywhere for their pronouns sry if i got it wrong ;w;) have such good points i rlly enjoy their youtube videos in general. so yea in the long run i think im gonna create a website (or two to separate tattoos n music), post it to instagram with a statement, and then im gonna "leave instagram". putting that in "" bc im gonna keep my instagram but only so people can dm me for appointments or other things bc i dont wanna give out my telegram and people these days are too damn lazy to write a single email (even dj bookers lol it pisses me off a bit like what do i have this mail for then). like why are people using AI to write emails pls make it stop sometimes we have to do things that are inconvenient and that is actually a GOOD thing my fucking god, same thing goes for physical media like dvds nd such like fuck streaming services but thats another topic for another day

im probably gonna keep posting on my priv instagram just bc like. theres so many photos on there from so many years ago that would probably be lost if i deleted that account nd like i go on there like every 3 months or so to dump my photos there and then i log off so whatever. i am mostly pissed off about sharing art on social media and feeling so unauthentic about it and being glued to my phone when i could do so many other much better things liKE UGHHHHHHH

i think dead internet theory is scary and depressing but lowkey i hope the internet is actually dying bc i am so sick of this internet society. i am so goddamn sick of everyone being addicted to their phones. remember when we had a life like?????? how did we end up like this

i also wanna get a flipphone one day but yea i gotta plan that shit

i just needed to vent i could probably go on for ages about this but imma choose to shut the fuck up now

[rcreveal]

Mindfulness Practice

Summary:

NaNoMutt Prompt a Day Challenge: Day 14 How you say I love you: in a whisper in the ear Crowley is trying to un-demon himself. By which I mean that he has held onto labeling himself a demon and post season 3 is exploring letting go of that label and trying to figure out what he wants to be. Tangentially, exploring how he might relate to his Creator.

Work Text:

Crowley walked along the Embankment with his hands in his pockets trying not to be demonic.  Ever since the monk had said that he didn’t have to go “down that destructive dark path again” during the Second Coming business, he’d been trying to undo the protective reflexes of millenia.

Long ago he’d discovered that if he were around places where bad things were happening, that Hell would give him credit.  But, if there wasn’t much on in the human evil department or he was just sick to death of hanging around war and other centers of casual brutality, he’d had to do something to keep Home Office off his back.  Random acts of low level evil and misfortune could cause a fug of distress that had been evil enough for him not to have to engage in anything much worse for ages .  

So when he felt the almost unconscious urge to change the timing on the street lights so that the maximum number of motorists would hit the maximum number of red lights, he growled an imprecation at himself, slouched over to a bench, and threw himself down on it, groaning when he realized that he’d sat down near a play area for very small humans.  Well, it would be a very good place to practice mindfulness, because it would be nigh all impossible! 

Very small humans were a menace to mental equilibrium.  Having been a nanny to one for several years, he considered that this was well-researched fact.  Between the unending vigilance to keep them from maiming and killing themselves, the constant sleep deprivation, the ear-piercing cries triggered by lack of food, lack of clean nappies, lack of a nap, over-stimulation, under-stimulation, any sort of boundary setting, and, God’s truth, the procession of the equinoxes sometimes, it was a wonder their caregivers saw it through so often. 

Luckily his bench faced away from the play area, so said caregivers wouldn’t come over and club him to discorporation for hanging out near the little tykes without one of his own. Holding the little holy relic he used to let him know he was drifting into demonic territory, (it burned only when he drifted) he took off his sunglasses, closed his eyes, settled into a meditative pose and tried to clear his mind.

Breathing in: I’m sitting on a bench.  Breathing out: I’m clearing my mind.

Breathing in: I feel the sunshine on my back. Breathing out: hah, that shriek deafened 3 people by 3%, ouch, damn. I’m clearing my mind.

Breathing in: I smell popcorn. Breathing out: Oops, that wail means the popcorn was spilled and there’ll be a 15 minute temper tantrum that will tarnish the souls of, ouch, really , I’m clearing my mind.

Not wanting to have to explain to Aziraphale why his fingers were blistered, because at this rate they still would be by the time they met up for lunch, he tried looking past all the flustered, frustrated, tired, desperate caregiver feelings.

Breathing in: I’m still sitting on a bench.  Breathing out: that’s a rather infectious giggle, I’m clearing my mind.

Breathing in: the sun is still shining on me.  Breathing out: someone is enjoying the feeling of sand between their toes, I’m clearing my mind.

Breathing in: I smell good coffee: Breathing out: coffee is a pleasure even a tiny sip at a time, I’m clearing my mind.

Breathe in: Breathe out

Breathe in: Breathe out

Breathe in: it’s getting quieter: Breathe out: someone feels love.

Letting his eyes open in a soft focus, Crowley notices that some of the littles are being packaged into prams, and strollers, strapped onto parents with backpacks or yards of fabric.  And over and over, he notices that parents are kissing foreheads and murmuring something to the drowsy and sleeping infants and toddlers.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After an excellent lunch with Aziraphale, he headed back to Grandmother Alvita’s garden and settled onto his favorite folding lounge chair for a nap in the sun.  The bees were buzzing about the garden, a breeze rustled the leaves of the plants.  As he drifted off he thought he felt the feet of a bee like the lightest kiss on his temple, a breeze brushing his hair like a hand, and a whisper.

He felt love.

[nessaisinthevoid]

This is an odd request:

Could I request Azul, Jamil, and Vil with an s/o who's a singer?

Keeping it on the Downlow

(Vil,Azul and Jamil with a Singer!Reader)

(A/n) first request!!! I just recently got into Twisted Wonderland so hopefully I get some of the characters right!

Synopsis: S/o is a singer that has gained popularity overtime in Twisted Wonderland and at Night Raven College. So what happens when rumors spread around that s/o is dating someone?!?

Azul

At first he would probably try and take away your voice seeing as it was your “best feature” for something more calm

But overtime he realized he didn’t want you voice but perhaps your heart

Bless his soul when you two got together he was basically on cloud nine

Loves loves loves hearing you sing to him while he looks over contracts his eyes closing as he gets lost in your melodic voice

Supports you behind the scenes as well! Anyone that’s causing you trouble at your concerts are seen by him for a little..”One on one time”

Even if your not singing, he loves your voice always saying it’s your best feature even if your not singing he loves just listening to you talk about whatever

Sometimes when he reminisces of his past he comes to you as you stroke his hair and calmly sing to him

Is..okay with your relationship being private he understands the privacy but if one more person comes and ask you for your number he might accidentally shatter his “good persona”

“Oh darling please sing again I was just getting lost in your voice my pearl”

Vil

Power couple?

Power couple.

He is quite the embodiment of beauty so it would go without saying he would definitely make sure your beauty care routine is perfect

Depending on how hectic your schedules are from your shows to his acting career, there may not be a lot of times where you two can be able to spend time together that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t send little text of encouragement to you

Biggest supporter at your shows, biggest fan too, he has all the merchandise you released and will always go around the school flaunting abt you

Was dramatic when you said you wanted to keep on the low of your relationship, he whined but soon learned to accept it, wanting you to feel comfortable

That didn’t stop him from always posting you guys together in photos got them girlies to gossip for DAYS

Loves to sing without, as you two form a duet he’s just that guy!!

“Love please, Sing one more time just for me oh my fairest one of them all?”

Jamil

Acts like your bodyguard more than your boyfriend

He’s constantly like a mother hen, making sure your taking care of yourself and hydrating you, he was born to serve the Asim house hold so basically making sure your not dead is doing the bare minimum

He loves hearing you sing, he’ll just be dancing slow with you as you sing about, his eyes closed as a smile falls onto his face

May not look like a fan but he’s definitely a fan of your songs, he’s not the loudest in the room but he’s giving you nods of affirmation or smiles

Prefers not to have your relationship public so was definitely fine with it being private, he always was taught not to be in the spotlight and with your relationship he rather not be the talk of the school.

He threw a Frying pan at Kalim once cause he almost outed you guys to the entire school

“Why did you stop? I love hearing you voice gem, please continue”

BONUS!!

Leona!

Acts more like your bodyguard than Bf pt2 except he seems so out of it sometimes he loves you, but once he hits the bed your gonna have to wait

He loves it when your voice pulls him to sleep, he lays his head on your lap as you calmly sing to him before he drifts off into dreamworld

Doesn’t mind if you don’t want people to know you guys are dating he wasn’t really planning on telling anyone anyways

He’s pretty intimidating so if anyone was to really mess with you then they would have to be answering to him

He loves your shows, going out to support you whenever he can even, he only has one piece of your merchandise though and that’s the small plush animal you had and he will bring it to his grave he sleeps with it every single night (he never tells a single soul about it)

So spoiled on you singing to him he won’t sleep without it, picking you up from your waist and dragging you to go sleep with him

“Hey who said you could stop? I was just about to sleep keep singing..”

(a/n) I’m sorry if these feel out of context I’m still new 😭

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Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here

Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always. 

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist. 

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down. 

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face. 

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!” 

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun. 

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that. 

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute. 

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it. 

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words. 

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend. 

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them. 

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?” 

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!” 

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you. 

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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Previous First

"Let's hide until the morning, destroy the clock, and then run away. It's the safest I can think of"

"A sensible decision, but didn't you say that we might not have the time to get everyone?"

"... We are gonna have to try"

"And, uh, call the police? Maybe?"

"Don't they come included with the bomb squad?"

"Oh, right"

"Although, what will happen then? Will they arrest the house? Us? Coli already has gotten out of jail without problems... this is an issue.

Agh, one problem at a time!"

"I'll message Vivi"

"Wait! Technology!"

"Ángel you're right!"

".... I am, yes"

"Aside from us three, the rest are all family! So they have eachothers numbers! We can just tell them to post about a bomb in the bar on the family groupchat or something like that"

"Yeah! I certainly was hinting towards that, no doubt"

"Tell Vivi to go to the main room. Did she answer?"

"Yep, take a look"

"... Does. Does she only communicate through images of cats?"

"Sometimes the cats have text over them. Other times, she writes a 10 paragraph message in one go.

Really, it depends on the situation"

"Is this a cat pictures situation??"

"This is not her first bomb threat. Look, she even has a kitty deactivating a bomb image"

"... Descriptive.

Anyways, let's get there"

They get inside the house and walk towards the main room

"So, how are we supposed to find anyone?"

"Well, Marigold is usually somewhere in the main room, but that's not assured. I think we'll just have to search all the rooms here until-"

"Ah, nevermind"

Simon and Owen appear from the room to the Lounge #2

"Private Detective Beebo and Detective Assistant Ángel here, we are gonna need you two to come with us"

"Oh wait, is this the wallet where I have the picture of Mozilla Firefox or the one with the shiny pokemon card. Guess it's too late now"

The teens are surprised

"We didn't do anything! And if we did it was an accident or in good intention!"

"The supermarket had a terrible cart organization. We didn't know they weren't allowed for racing!"

"It's not considered trespassing if the owner of the property wasn't watching and we didn't know!"

"We are minors! Legally we have the right to make a lemonade stand! It was just an alternative recipe!"

"It was the farmers' fault to have such an easily hackable door to his goose enclosure!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, it's nothing about - wait, you let out the 30 to 40 geese??"

"What Beebo here means is that this is not about your possible crimes. This place has received a confirmed bomb threat, and we are here to take you to a safe zone while we deal with it"

"Oh wow, Ángel is learning the ways of the detective"

"There's a bomb? Why"

"Uh. Probably for harm"

"That's so lame. I would rather have a cool bomb"

"... You need to be studied, little creature. Anyways, follow us"

They walk in formation

"By the way, Boss, why the main room?"

"Well, you said it. It's a relatively safe zone.

It's close to an exit and far away from the point of explosion. I fear that it might cause a house fire or that it could trigger the other bombs.

But we can't ask everyone to just stay outside in this cold, so, main room it is"

"Also, don't call me boss"

"You're so smart, sir"

"... Stick to boss

Sir is for, um, after job activities"

Ángel looks happily surprised

They reach the main room, Marigold is there

Vivi appears from the storage room and gives a wave

Then a middle finger

Ángel answers with another middle finger

Vivi makes a silly pose with double peace signs

"Um, Miss Marigold? I'm private detective Beebo and we have worrying information about this building"

"... So, it really has asbestos everywhere?"

"What? No"

"Wait, really?"

"Is it not?"

"No, no. Um, it's actually about..."

"How to say this without causing her to panic"

"There's a bomb at the bar"

"WHAT?"

"Yeah, we don't know when it's going off, so you guys should stay here"

Marigold goes pale

"Ángel that is very much what the detective handbook says Not to do"

"Sorry, my copy was pirated"

"Wh- Why?! Was it here before?! Where's everyone else?! Did someone put it!? How do you know?! I am calling the police. Where are Nadia and Nina?!?!"

"Um, uh, well, um, please calm down! We have this under control!"

"How?!"

"Excuse me, I need a quick word with my boss here"

She frantically calls the police

It might be a problem

"Wouldn't it be easier on everyone if we make them remember? I still have Vivi's book"

"... I don't know.

They are fine now, I mean, this is just a shitty night with a big scare.

With the memories... welll

This becomes the most terrifying night of their life

Bejng eaten by a house, being killed.

Knowing you might get killed again"

"Yes, but that knowledge will make them more prepared to face Coli in case he comes here and does something"

"We can just lie, though! just uhh something about terrorism?"

"In an abandoned hospital? With only 8 people?"

"I, I can figure something out!"

"I'm just saying it would be way easier if we were all on the same page"

"... But would it be the best for them?"

"Well, who are you to decide that?"

"A guy who has died 3 times"

"... That's fair.

Just do what you think is best"

[boozybellybabe]

Posted it on reddit but the post was soooo long i was hesitant about posting it here too. Since there's some demand, here it is:

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Pretty early in the day, I learned that my boss wouldn't be working on Friday. I was working on home and was guaranteed to be unsupervised so the gears in my brain were starting to turn. I started with one beer at 11:30am (i usually have it at 12 pm during coffee break) and kept working on some tasks I had while also posting a bit on reddit. I was feeling good so by 12pm I opened a second one.

By the time I was off work (3PM) I was 3 beers and a couple shots of vodka in, which had me feeling quite tipsy but also quite good. I had lunch really late at 4PM cause I got distracted, so you can see it was already affecting me. In any case I was really in the "it's Friday" mentality and knew that the plan for that day was getting drunk with my friend.

I think I've posted about my friend before, she's my age and we sometimes meet at one of our houses to basically drink, watch gossip videos, etc. Last weekend we did it and both got wasted enough that we had to help each other get home.

Anyway, I gave it a little rest after lunch but i felt myself getting a bit sleepy from the booze and the food, so of course the solution that came to my mind was coke+vodka. Mixed a drink and started sipping on it while chatting to people on reddit. I was really feeling it.

My friend and I were going to meet at 7pm, but she texted me saying she got caught up in something and would be there later, by 8pm. The only reasonable thing to do was to maintain the buzz until she arrived. I think I must have had 3-4 drinks before she got to my place, plus at least 3 shots of neat vodka and 4 beers. Plus, she's always late, and didn't show up until 9:30pm. By that time, I was seriously wasted. I actually got a bit nervous that I was getting too drunk and she might be mad or weirded out, so I was thinking of excuses and drinking more. Obviously all this was making me super horny, and I basically finished one whole drink in three gulps while touching myself thinking about how fucked up I was getting by myself.

So my friend arrived and the second I opened the door she could easily tell. I had a drink in my hand, I was slurring hard and I bet my face was red as a tomatoe. I was doing my best to stand still but I'm sure I was swaying just enough for it to be completely obvious. First thing she said was "what the fuck" with an incredulous smile and since I didn't manage to think of any excuses I just laughed like an idiot, told her I had started pregaming just before she had called me to postpone it and it had hit me. I hugged her and said sorry while laughing and she said it was ok. I'm not sure if it really was, I was a bit paranoid that she was mad at me.

So she was sober, and I was wasted, but our plan was still to drink. Plus, I didn't want her to feel like the party had started without her so obviously I pour both of us a drink, made her take a shot and we carried on as normal... except I wasn't normal. I basically drank everything she drank. I spilled a drink on my sofa (which now has a stain) and she kept telling me to tone it down cause I was speaking too loud. I couple times the neighbours knocked on the wall.

I started feeling nauseous but I didn't want to stop drinking or to admit that I was that drunk, so I just pretended to go to the bathroom as normal several times. I puked, which I'd be surprised if she didn't hear. By this time my memories are fuzzy as fuck. I remember looking at myself in the mirror after puking, next thing I'm on the sofa and suddenly wake up when she asks if I want to go to sleep, which I say no to. I insisted her to drink cause I really wanted her to be drunk, not for kink reasons but because I was feeling guilty that I was so drunk and she wasn't. Except I keep trying to drink with her. She tried to stop me a couple times.

Then I went to the bathroom again. Someone on reddit told me to make my signature pose by taking one pic with my foot on the sink. Tried to, it completely threw me off balance and I feel to the floor (i have a bad bruise from it now 😭). I don't know if she didn't hear it or if I passed immediately cause next thing she's waking me up on the bathroom floor. I think she was a bit annoyed. She helped me stand up with a lot of effort, cause I'm much taller than her. Plus, i was clingy as fuck, hugging her and saying I was sorry.

She was actually pretty drunk too, and it wasn't easy for her to carry my drunk tall ass to bed. I think we feel down a few times, and then I had to puke again. The rest I don't remember, but she told me the next day that she literally had to drag me to bed, and that I took 10 minutes trying to get on bed from the floor right next to it. She said that's the drunkest she's ever seen me, and she threw it in my face that I didn't wait for her to drink and she had to take care of me. I promised not to do it again. I'm not sure I'll keep that promise, or I'll have to think of other ways.

Oh, apparently at some point I also was very insistent that we went out, tried to go to my room to get dressed but fell down halfway and started rolling and giggling on the floor. I don't remember that.

im meeting a friend in a while but since its friday an my boss wasnt at work today ive been drinking for basically 9 hours ive had a lot of beer and many shots of vodka, my friend doesnt expect me to be this drunk and ive no idea what her reaction will be when she sees im wasted