#on a practical note. i won't be watching the results come in

[crimeronan]

hey u feel like the type of person whod be thinking abt this.. do you have a plan for not having like seventeen panic attacks on election.

i've taken steps in my personal life to determine where there are organizations that help marginalized people in my community, and i've made plans to do a lot of volunteer work to directly minimize harm caused by the federal government. my approach has always been, "okay, if trump wins, i need to know what i'm gonna do in the face of that." so. that's my main focus.

as for managing my emotions, i'm sort of leaning into the whole sociopath thing and have just kind of..... turned off my feelings. which i know is not feasible for everyone. so that's not exactly advice, that's just. something i Highly Recommend Doing if you have the capacity. (i assume if you're having uncontrollable anxiety then 'just stop doing that' is not super helpful.)

i'm surrounded by people who are very worried about the election & my own worry will not change anything about the election, so. it's more practical for me to just opt out of fear so i can take care of the people who can't opt out of fear. u feel me?

make your plan for how you're going to love and help those around you if the worst happens. over the next 48 hours or so, distract yourself as much as you can. stop refreshing your newsfeed and watching results trickle in.

it's completely normal to be stressed and upset and scared about the election, given that it's such a huge thing with such huge global implications, and nobody likes living in uncertainty.

so. control what you can by making your plans and getting in touch with your loved ones about what their plans are. the rest of it is something you're just gonna have to face and fight as things happen, like we did from 2016 onward. he may win, he might not. but assuming you already turned in your ballot, you've already done what you can re: the results.

[darkmagic-s]

theodore nott's one star rating of dirty talking

Summary: Sexting through note passing, one of Theodore's favourite ways to bother you.

History of Magic is fun... only if you're studying it on your own. You're nice enough to pretend to be interested in whatever Professor Binns is saying, occasionally, because you would feel bad if he notices that you're falling asleep. Then again, Professor Binns doesn't exactly have a heart to feel sad about his students not finding his lesson interesting, does he? Nevertheless, you work hard to suppress the yawn that would threaten to come every five minutes. Scratch that, every minute, actually.

You look down at your notebook, eyeing it with disappointment. Every History of Magic class, your page would start with almost impressive notes and gradually, evidently, transition into lazy writings and short sentences. Sometimes not even a sentence.

The Salem Witch Trials were a series of hearings and prosecutions of people who were accused of being involved with witchcraft.

These trials occurred in Massachusetts, in the years 1692 and 1963, in which, as a result, twenty people who were accused of witchcraft being executed, and most of them being women.

Some of the women were indeed witches, though found to be entirely innocent of the crimes they were accused and executed for.

others are just no-majes

traumatic event

witches and wizards retreat to homelands

1920 second salemers

dada essay due tomorrow & practice non-verb spells

You pause in your reading, eyebrows furrowed. The Defence Against the Dark Arts essay...

That's something you'll worry about after lunch.

With a soft sigh, you lean your chin on your palm, your elbow resting on your table. How much longer until it's lunchtime?

Before you can even start to feel another yawn coming, a familiar hand from beside you slides over a torn page from a notebook, with a sentence written on it. Obviously it won't be a list of names of the Salem Witch Trials' victims, knowing your lover.

You turn your head, looking at Theodore Nott with a raised brow, before reaching out to slide the paper closer to you, your hand brushing against the back of his hand briefly. He doesn't even bother to fold the paper. He might as well read it out loud to the whole class.

"why the frown? :("

You can't help the half-smile that appears on your lips when you read the note. You write back a simple response.

"You."

Theodore practically snatches the note from you, undoubtedly excited that there's finally something exciting to do and you had to nudge him because of the noise the paper just made. He's not bothered, of course, already writing down his response.

"I will buy you sweets."

Your heart skips a beat, even at such a simple message. You glances at Theodore, who's watching your every move with that gentle gaze of his green eyes, a soft playful smile on his lips.

"Your hair looks fluffy. Would love to touch later."

You slide it over to him. You enjoy the reaction your message has on him, because he rolls his shoulders in what seems like a satisfied manner as his smile widens, before he starts to write. Clearly he thought of a good response.

"you will touch it later, and other places too"

His response comes with a drawing of a beating heart, which eventually increases and explodes, and the animation repeats. How cute, you think. With a shy smile, you write back, wanting to keep the conversation going despite how his message had left you a bit speechless.

"What do you think of the New Salem Philanthropic Society? Bold, don't you think?"

Somehow, your response causes him to snort, in which he disguises it with a fake cough. You quickly look at him with a mix of confusion and amusement.

"you're BAD at dirty talking"

This time, it's your turn to snort, causing the two people in front of you and Theodore to turn around, frowning. You want to scoff - you're pretty sure they're just annoyed because you and Theodore are interrupting their napping or daydreaming session.

Looking over at Theodore, you roll your eyes at him, before focusing on the note that is now in your hands. You wouldn't say that you're bad at dirty talking, more like... skilled in other categories of dirty talking, such as begging or... demanding. Perchance.

You write your reply with determination.

"I would need to be locked up in Azkaban for your safety."

When Theodore reads your reply, you saw his eyebrows raise - he's both surprised and impressed. He shakes his head with a breathy chuckle.

"ominous, but an improvement,"

There's another sentence below this one, and you almost choked on your own saliva.

"pull up your skirt for me a little bit"

You immediately crumple up the paper on impulse, holding it in your hand, and you swear Theodore's smirk becomes more evident. Is he serious? Writing this on a note passed in class is dangerous! But then again, someone is borderline snoring just a few tables away and Professor Binns isn't even sparing him a glance, no one is.

You smoothen the paper on your table and writes down your response, exhaling softly.

"This isn't dirty talking. You're just horny."

Theodore places down the paper on his table and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms. When your eyes meet his, he simply shrugs and pointedly looks down at your skirt.

He's waiting.

You sigh and make sure your robes are out of the way of display of your skirt. With your hands nervously gripping onto the hem of your skirt, you look around the classroom. Some are doodling, and some are literally sleeping. No one would find out, really.

You pull up your skirt by just an inch.

Okay, two inches.

"That's it," Theodore whispers unexpectedly, causing your heart to skip a beat. What handful he is.

He slides over the paper to you, and you notice he didn't write a response. You send him a questioning look, and he gestures to his body with his hand.

Oh.

You slide the note over.

"Which one do you want?"

The note is slid back to you.

"which one do YOU want?"

You tilt your head, contemplating. The hardest decision you've ever had to make today, you think.

"You don't need to take anything off to arouse me."

You pause your writing. However...

"The tie?"

Theodore seems satisfied once he reads the note. He looks over at you and loosens his robes around his neck, revealing his vest and the white shirt underneath it. With a smirk, he loosens his tie at the top of his vest, just a little, not too obvious - for your eyes only.

You can't help but to take the paper from him despite how it's his turn to write the message. Considering how the two of you aren't exactly writing neatly on the paper which leads to taking up all the space, you had to use the other side to write your new message.

"I like your neck."

Theodore smiles fondly once he reads this, not a playful smirk this time, and you think he might even be blushing. When he glances at you, you notice how his pupils are dilated.

He slides the paper over to you, and squeezes your hand affectionately for a brief moment before pulling away.

"you will mark it?"

It's clear to you how he's subtly guiding you towards saying the right thing, lest you start delving into the whole Second Salemers' background in your reply, and you can't help but to want to impress him.

"I will write on it in runes which would translate to my name."

Theodore chuckles quietly.

"nerd"

A true romantic.

You write back - shamelessly.

"You want me so bad."

You see him pressing his palm to his face, as his shoulders shake in quiet, small laughter. Naturally, seeing him smiling so big widens yours too. He leans towards you and whispers in amusement, "You are bad at dirty talking."

"You will never find anyone as good as me," you reply in a whisper, leaning back in your seat, putting on a smug expression, despite the fond smile that threatens to break though.

As Theodore leans in to peck your cheek, you can't help but to briefly think that, if you were good in dirty talking, a whole notebook would've been used up for this period alone. You needed to have a flaw, after all.

[ozzgin]

OZZGIN!

May I request an idea/imagine?

It is about yandere! mental asylum patient and psychiatrist! reader, who is very practical and strict regarding her job, takes no BS from others. But, for some reason, she has a soft spot for yandere! mental asylum patient. The reason could either be he had a hard childhood in which he had to do what he had to do, which brutally killed his father, who used to abuse his mother and sister, but when the father tried to sell the sister into prostitution to buy more alcohol, all hell break lose. Psychiatrist! reader thinks what yandere! mental asylum the patient did was OKAY, and she wants to get him out of the asylum. They love each other deeply and would do anything, so far as to kill for one another. If you can, make it as twisted as you can. I live for some dark romance!

Please ignore my request if you are not able to do it. I completely understand. Thank you in advance! <3

Oh my, this request hits somewhat close to home as I have a friend incarcerated for similar reasons. I'm pondering the logistics behind this context you've provided, since murdering someone won't necessarily land you in a psych ward unless there are other symptoms that come with it. And so I've taken the liberty to expand the character's profile if that's alright. (Conveniently enough I still have my psychopathology lecture notes)

I want to add, however, that this story in no way romanticizes mental illness! If anything, one may consider it an opportunity to reflect on the fact that so many people struggling with disorders do not receive the proper care for it, or only do so when it's too late. Furthermore a medical professional should never, ever behave like this and whatever is written here should stay in the realm of fiction!

Yandere! Patient x Psychiatrist! Reader

Featuring a patient that's pushing the boundaries of your work ethic and might even succeed.

Content/warnings: female reader, detailed mentions of mental disorder, violence, obsessive behavior, breach of professional conduct

You roll up your sleeve and check your watch. He should be here soon. Out of habit, you shuffle the papers for a quick case review, even though you already know all the details by heart. You carefully set aside the patient’s MMPI and WHODAS entry assessments, then your first interviews. Your eyes briefly rest upon the resulting report you’ve comprised: Schizophreniform Disorder (Provisional) with good prognostic features; Diagnostic criteria consisting of delusions, disorganized speech (frequent derailment with episodes of incoherence, echolalia) and comorbid catatonia. Responds well to antipsychotic (clozapine 25mg/12 h) with no imminent need for dosage increase. As it currently stands, he will be fit for proper incarceration in less than 6 months. Is it something you agree with? Not quite. You’ve presented your case many times and it has always been met with pitiful shrugs and dismissals.

The door opens and you fix your posture, sweeping the documents back into your drawer. “And? How are you feeling today?” You ask, flashing a professional, cordial smile as the assisting nurse leads the patient to his seat and prepares her leave. “My chest hurts.” The man answers in a low voice, glaring at the nurse. He taps his foot against the plush carpet, seemingly restless. “How bad would you rate it? Chest pain is a somewhat common side effect of your medication.” You retort, following the movements of the woman finally excusing herself and exiting the room. Once you’re alone, the man’s shoulders droop and he visibly relaxes. “It’s not that, you know it. When can I touch you again?” He pleads, despair twisting his features. You tense up at the words. “Behave yourself. It hasn’t been that long.”

It’s not something you’re particularly proud of. In fact, you might even call it one of your great shames in life. You’ve always been a textbook professional, perhaps even too strict according to your coworkers and most patients. Not even in your wildest dreams would you have dared to imagine you’d violate the code of ethics by falling in love with your patient. But something about his situation stirred your sense of justice. Surely one cannot be punished for protecting their loved ones. The only criminal in the equation, at least in your eyes, was that joke of a father and he had it coming. So you found yourself wrestling against a blooming protectiveness and favoritism towards the young man brought here last month.

What would have normally compelled you into action had therefore been silently swept under the rug. Or even worse, you secretly indulged in it. A patient showing signs of affection towards you would instantly be transferred to a different psychiatrist. Yet you couldn’t put away the letters written by this one. Erratic, crumpled notes of “I love you” written countless times, pencil dug so deep it tore into the sheet. Bizarre illustrations that looked almost threatening. His elaborate delusions before medication was introduced, where he’d detail in grand narratives how you were fated for each other and nothing would stop him from having you sooner or later. You do not know what forces possessed you into this addictive plunge, but you’ve come to enjoy his violent, frenzied confessions. So much, that during one of the unsupervised meetings you let yourself pushed into the sofa as his hands tugged at your body in rabid need. It was so out of character that you wondered if it truly happened, though the bite marks and scratches on your neck and chest proved otherwise.

“Are they going to send me to prison?” He changes the subject and stands up, walking towards your desk. “Most likely. What you have is the result of a traumatic event, not a lifelong condition. Sporadic episodes that can be kept under control with antipsychotics aren’t enough of a reason to keep you in the hospital.” You press your legs together nervously and glance at him. “Can’t you just say it’s no longer working?” He suggests, kneeling before you and placing a hand on your thigh. “You know I can’t lie on the report.” You really don’t like it when he manipulates you like this. “Ah, yes, because lying is worse than fucking your patient.” He scoffs, annoyed. “Don’t threaten me like that”, you say as you turn towards him, but you’re stopped by the rough grip of his hand over your cheeks. “I’m not threatening you, I’m threatening everyone else. Listen, (Y/N), I’m not fucking around. I don’t mind pretending to be crazy if I have to. Will the meds still be working if I steal a shaving razor and cut the nurse open?” You try to open your mouth, but his fingers are pressed into your skin, locking your jaw into place. “I’m not going to prison. I’m not. Then I’ll never see you again and that can’t happen. You know that.”

Eventually he releases his hold, allowing you to speak. "I understand. Then there's no choice but to arrange your escape." You sigh, defeated, and he raises his eyebrows. "Won't that get you in trouble?" You chuckle at his statement. "Either way I'll be in trouble. You said it yourself. Might as well quit before I have to stand in front of the ethics board and have my license revoked." You'd prefer to keep the last ounce of pride if possible.

He sits on the floor and you notice his trembling hands. "Nervous?" You ask. "No. Just really happy. I'm not a bad person and you were the only one here to see it. But God, (Y/N), I'd kill anyone if it was for your sake. I can't wait to hold you whenever I want." He gazes at you as a smile widens on his face.

[meanbossart]

i just need to take a second to gush about how much i love durge drow and astarion, they feel so fleshed out and perfectly written together in their fucked up wretched ways. They really inspire me to write more for my own tavs, hopefully one day ill be able to say im as happy with my own work as i get when seeing yours. I have to ask though, do you have any tips on drawing head shapes and faces? or maybe about wrinkles? i find i really struggle with that stuff when drawing and i adore how expressive and grungey all your art looks!

First of all thank you so much, I love hearing what people think of the two of them together 😭

Honestly you've hit on something that's quite near and dear to my heart, I love developing and figuring how to draw and stylize different faces to get the most unique, interesting looking results - everything about the details is highly rewarding to me. What does x type of nose look like from this angle? In this style? How can this eyeshape best translate to my art? How different does a face look when its making this expression? What does that MOUTH DO? etc etc.

In fact you kind of inspired me to put a little tutorial/guide together the last hour lmao and what a blessing it is that the two current subjects of this blog serve as great models here, being that their faces are basically polar opposites!

When it comes to heads, you've probably heard it a dozen times before that you want to think of them in terms of geometry and facets; my process to drawing them is pretty conventional so I won't spend too much time on it, but it goes something like this:

Obviously I don't do every single one of these steps most of the time, which is just something that comes from practice/developing muscle memory, but it is helpful to start off this way for two main reasons:

By making these guide lines and splitting a head into pieces like this, you'll have an easier time seeing and understanding it as a multidimensional object, and in turn, facilitate It for you when you venture out into doing wacky angles and lighting.

Making different headshapes starts HERE. notice how Astarion's "face" slate is narrower and longer, how my durge's jaw pieces sit lower on the head, how all of the same pieces came together in the same way but we ended up with one real pointy elf and a real brick of a drow - making characters look different successfully begins very early in the sketching process.

The next thing you want to do branches out into every day life: start noticing yours and other people's facial features. How does an upturned nose look from a high angle? How does the size of someone's cheekbones affect what they look like when they smile? How about when the light hits them a certain way? Does someone's lip shape changes when they pout? When they laugh? How does a person's hairline change the shape of their face? You do NOT need to creepily sketch every stranger you see on the bus, but get into the habit of actually noticing what people look like when you talk to them - when you look at pictures, when you watch movies - make a mental list of interesting ways mouths, noses, and eyes can come together in a variety of different proportions to make completely distinct looking mugs, and how they change depending on how you are looking at them.

Light and shadow play a HUGE role in how faces look, too, basically as crucial as actual bone structure does. As you see up there I tried to rough out how natural, head on, and underhead light would look on these two very different looking guys, and while we can see definite patterns, there are small differences that come to be because of the sizes and shapes of their features.

Here is a very, very basic look at how some of these features come to look the way they do, how they interact with one another, and how they compare between a blocky, rather conventionally "masculine" head and one that's much softer and slimmer.

Note please that it is not one or two characteristics that give a chaarcter their "look"; you can reduce a face to eyes, mouth, and nose through stylization and still have them be recognizable, but if you want to do more than that, you have to consider the whole package! Chin, cheeks, brows, direction of the jaw, slope and size of the forehead, depth of eyes, ridge of the nose, etc - I know this is probably far more than you bargained for, but if you start making note of a FEW of these things now and slowly add on, this will eventually become second nature to you.

Similarly, understanding how these characteristics come together will help you with rendering light and shadow in a realistic way, and predicting what their facial expressions may look like - if no two people are alike, neither are their smiles. :)

Lastly, remember that I'm no expert - I have developed my own methods and semiotics and yours may look slightly (or vastly) different, and that's fine! I hope only that by sharing this it has given you a base to work off of.

Anyways, I HOPE this has been helpful and not just the unsolicited ramblings of a face pervert.

[4dbarbie-archive]

4dbarbie remix: How to let go of Vanessa

My notes: This is basically a TLDR version of my first 4dbarbie remix post How to realise Self. My original intention for that post was actually to make something like this, a really straightforward (and short lol) practical guide on how to let go of the ego in order to realize Self that I could refer to and apply on a day to day basis. It ended up being a long essay (it was over 3000 words aha) as I decided to go through all her posts and answered asks and found a lot of important information to include so it sort of became more of an educational post (which I'm glad to have made and it helped me understand everything better too!). So anyway, here it is. Pretty much all of the below information was taken from my How to realise Self post (besides the suggested exercises section at the bottom) - I just extracted the more practical guidance outside the explanations to make it.

My personal notes and highlights are in pink for main points and purple for 'action' points.

Just let go of the ego, that’s how simple it is. All you need to fix is your wrong identification. There isn't anyone who couldn’t materialize anything right now if he or she would just let go of identifying as the limited body. 1

Stop thinking you are Vanessa, the thoughts of needing this or that drop away. To change, you need to give up this conviction of being this person. You need to disbelieve. 2 A lot of beliefs are subconscious. "I am a body", "I am Vanessa", "There is a world" are all subconscious, automatic beliefs. Upon investigation you can get rid of any belief (by making them conscious and then dropping them). 14 How do you drop a belief? (see part 1 and part 2)

All you need to do is detach from this form during the day, let life happen as it happens while reminding yourself it's a dream, a dream that doesn't have to be yours. 3

What I recommend you to do is bring your self into focus, become aware of your own existence. See how you function, watch the motives and the results of your actions. Study the prison you have built around yourself because of credulity. By knowing what you are not, you come to know your self. The way back to your self is through refusal and rejection. 4

Leave your mind alone, that is all. Don't go along with it. 5 Thoughts will keep on coming for a while, just now you know they have nothing to do with you. Get into a habit of watching, letting them be but not identifying with them. If you can observe them, it means you are not them. 6

Step away and look (observe). The physical events will go on happening, but by themselves they have no importance. It is your mind alone that matters. When you identify yourself with them, you are their slave, you think you have to act on them. When you stand apart, you are their master 7

Just stop taking the thoughts you don't like for truth or reality. There is no convincing involved, it is all letting go. 8 Doesn't matter what the thought is, leave it alone, ignore it BUT not by force of will, just indifference 9

Start letting go bit by bit, just to see what happens. You won't start "acting crazy" just because you become uninterested in thoughts, I promise 10

You don't need to convince yourself they're unreal, just dismiss them (the thoughts) as not yours. They will disappear more and more through your newfound indifference, then their physical counterparts will, too. Detachment is by doubt and indifference. First you start doubting "the facts", then you become indifferent to the facts, lastly there are no facts anymore and you can establish your own. 9

Your next step will be realizing there is nothing to learn in a dream. You'll find yourself having less and less thoughts, then none at all. Then, only if you want, you will be able to reinstall the mind, now of your choice, and change the dream. 3

All you need is to get rid of the tendency to define your self. All definitions apply to your body only and to its expressions. Once this obsession with the body goes, you will revert to your natural state, spontaneously and effortlessly. 4

Be patient with yourself because you don't lose any time, just get to that place I'm telling you about and then you can just go back in time if you so wish. All worry is pointless! And there is nothing to fear, things just happen, do not claim them as yours for a while. Unclutter your mind, it becomes your servant after you've freed it enough. 11

Reminder: This body and this world are not forced onto you, they exist through your identification with them. Not yours, remember? Repeat. Not yours. You won't lose your mind, you'll only lose your misery. After you've detached, you'll easily shift to as many realities as you want - don't put any on a pedestal of desire, they are equal. See this world and the body as not real first. What is true is only what I AM is identified with, right now this body which is not in that TV show (referring to anon's desire). Correct this first by letting go of thinking it's you. 12

Suggested exercises (not required if you don't want to do it!)

1. Sitting in silence & just being with no thoughts - The whole point of sitting in silence is to realize what you are, pure beingness. Awareness only becomes consciousness when it has an object. The object changes all the time. In consciousness there is movement; awareness by itself is motionless and timeless, here and now. 4

2. Start doubting you'll wake up as Vanessa tomorrow - Not to get it, but consider it actually… What if… I wake up tomorrow and I realize an entire life has been just a dream?! Equal to the one I dreamt last night?! What if you wake up and realize it all was a nightmare that you THOUGHT went on for years and it's just been a few hours... even get scared and terrified about that thought. Better than getting scared about non-reality.

WHAT IN THE WORLD?! That never was... but I felt it so real, I swear I was her?! Yet here you are, awake, and the dream never was.

Do it like that. Doubt that it's anything but a dream as much as possible. 13

Sources:

Citations: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

In-text links: 1, 2, 3, 4

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS RESOURCE BUNDLE⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💶

a gift from me to you for the new year, to help give tips that can help u succeed 🫶🏽 a post filled with resources, and advice to help u guys improve in every aspect 💗 i love and appreciate u all and i hope u find it helpful.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ physical movement and activity

find something that u like and thats fitted for ur needs. for me, all of the workouts that i do come from youtube. a girlblogger that always has a lot of workouts to try is @4theitgirls-workouts. to motivate urself to move ur body i recommend buying something cute to workout in because it always makes me feel good. i rly like to do pilates, so since i enjoy pilates -> i'll wanna do it more.

so dont be afraid to try different things and see what u enjoy the most and stick with that bcuz u dont wanna be forcing urself to do something that u won't enjoy/that won't give u the results that u want. if working out in general isn't rly ur cup of tea at all, thats totally okay! try going for walks or start running. maybe try out for a sport or start a style of dance. the whole point of this category is to get urself moving bcuz its rly rly good for ur physical and ur mental health, and it'll serve u in the long run. another youtuber i rly recommend for pilates workouts is madeline abeid.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ self improvement youtubers that i love and watch regularly

the wizard liz

simonesquared

sammy ingram

simmonesimmo

hailey gamba

the freezia

persephonesmind

₊˚⊹ ᰔ law of assumption

of course if u wanna learn about and practice the law of assumption then u can learn and apply thru my advice, experiences, ideas and more. neville goddard is like, the guru of manifesting and hes written a bunch of books, here are neville goddard's books online for FREE so that that then u can learn and see it HIS way bcuz the thing with manifesting is u gotta figure out how it works for you cuz its your reality.

if u like subliminals this is my favorite subliminal maker on youtube. their subliminals r amazing and i enjoy them bcuz they dont have music layered onto it (i like subliminals that have soothing sounds like rain or water or anything asmr). last but not least my absolute favorite manifesting coach/teacher on the whole internet, sammy ingram - literally the best manifesting guide. she rly simplifies things and her channel is full of helpful advice, success stories, challenges and her perspective on manifesting is brilliant so i rly recommend her.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ mental health

journalling is honestly the best thing that i have ever done for my mental health, the ROI that i get from it is actually incredible so i highly highly recommend it. if ur someone who doesn't rly like to write a lot, use ur notes app or whatever just get the thoughts out of ur mind and onto a piece of paper/notes. i understand that sometimes when ur mental health isn't doing too well and u dont feel motivated rly to do anything (like u feel lethargic and stuff) forcing urself to do things ISNT always the answer. i rly recommend having alternate routines cuz we ask a lot from ourselves sometimes so some days, ask a little less.

give urself the break that u deserve. when u feel like crying, CRY. even if its for no reason, the body holds onto pent up emotions so when u cry u gotta CRY. with time you'll find the things that help u feel better. for everyone its different. for me, when my mental health is in a slump what helps me is : 1. doing one thing differently (i'll go for a walk maybe) 2. get ready (take a quick shower, or if i dont even have the motivation to do that i'll do a sink shower) 3. drink a cold cup of water and make myself a meal. dont ever have zero days. always give at least 1% or do at least one thing.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ hygiene

hygiene is so instrumental in mental health cuz like i've said before looking good -> feeling good. i make sure to get ready everyday even if im going nowhere. just bcuz the process of getting ready gives me so much momentum. smelling good gives me so much confidence bcuz im the type of person thats rly rly scared of smelling bad. im a hygiene JUNKY so im always buying soaps and fragrances. when u make self care a daily thing it'll feel so natural. dont neglect ur oral health, invest in quality products that are suited for your needs. be meticulous when it comes to ur hygiene cuz a solid routine is lowkey comforting. i rly recommend korean skincare, indian haircare, african body care, and arabic perfumes and fragrances. some of my favorite hygiene based youtube channels are : SARA BEQELE and anna renns world

₊˚⊹ ᰔ school

TAKE. SCHOOL. SERIOUSLY. the feeling that u get when u get a good score on an assignment or test is unmatched. at the end of the day ur responsible for ur education. it's not hot to be a loser. if ur someone who struggles to stay on top of assignments, write down the assignment as soon as its assigned and at the next possible chance do it. as soon as u get home from school. reward urself for good grades and for ur accomplishments cuz ur AMAZING. study effectively instead of excessively.

pursue excellence always. find ways to motivate urself throughout the school day (for me, i always try and incorporate girliness into school cuz that motivates me) all my pens and pencils and folders are pink and i get myself ready everyday before school. cuz when i FEEL good -> i perform well. if u ever dont wanna study remind urself that studying>failing. advocate for urself, dont be afraid to ask questions cuz ur responsible for ur grade if u need accommodations or longer time to take a test (even if u dont) always set urself up to have the most time possible and the most resources. the resources that u have USE THEM. the goal of studying isn't to "mostly" know the material its to know for SURE. when u can explain something thoroughly, thats when you can know if you've studied enough.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ organization + planning

of course for the new year and for life in general, organization is rly helpful. manage urself mindfully and intentionally. even if ur a messy person, organizing isn't difficult if u do it in a way thats right for you. for me, notion - is literally the best organizational tool. i have an agenda, calendars, school pages, and so much more.

with notion i rly organized my life on a whole other level. aside from notion, the notes app on ur phone is rly useful, when it comes to organizing ur day to day life, i think its important bcuz it helps u to maximize ur time. for planning out ur year, if u find it difficult to stay "on task" or achieve the goals that u set for urself, try this : dont see the year as 365 days, instead separate the year into 4 quarters (90 days each) and in each of those quarters choose one aspect to focus on and pour into. make sure to log and track ur progress on those goals. the idea to this is breaking things down. break down big goals -> to more digestible goals so that then its more believable for u. remember, your limitless.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ nutrition

if ur someone who has bad nutrition, or unhealthy eating habits in general and u wanna change that my biggest advice would be to NOT BE EXTREME. bcuz i feel like if u go fully extreme so quickly then the change isn't sustainable. take it slow. start off by introducing a fruit into breakfast and having a vegetable at dinner, then eating fruit with ur breakfast and having fruit as a snack, and eating veggies with lunch and dinner. ik it sounds repetitive and overdone but u need to be consuming ur fruits and veggies. if ur not eating it with ur meals then maybe have it in a smoothie if that works for u. take supplements for things that u dont rly incorporate into ur diet, and the key to a good diet is BALANCE. dont deny urself food that u love. life is WAY to short to be scared to eat the burger that u so desperately want. its okay to eat what ppl might consider "junk food" but everything in BALANCE and moderation. keep the 80/20 principal in ur mind. 80% of what u eat should be good for u and 20% of what u eat should be whatever u crave. DRINK WATER, dont go on extreme diets if ur not an adult and haven't consulted a doctor it does u more harm than good.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ informative

learn every single day. even if ur not in school anymore. a way to help learn and sharpen ur mind every single day is picking up a hobby that can help u do so. for me, the hobby i have is reading, reading keeps my brain sharp, it keeps me entertained, and when i read nonfiction it keeps me informed. so the hobby of reading has a high ROI. whenever u get an idea of any sort, ACT on it. u dont have to wait a billion years before acting on an idea. when u get ideas, its for a reason, ur mind is brilliant and imagine how many ideas that u wasted. thats why i recommend having a creative outlet of some sort. for me, my creative outlet is my blog where i can come and talk with you guys 🫶🏽 but ur creative outlet can be ur notes app or ur journal or ur sketchbook. just a way to get the ideas in ur brain -> onto paper.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ stuff i wish i knew

ur never ever tied down to one version of urself, u can always change ur mind/opinion, u can create a new version of urself whenever the heck u want. remember that u have free will and that ur always in control. bcuz it is your life it revolves around you and it is your responsibility. its not something to mess around with. take responsibility for urself, ur actions, ur reactions etc.

1% of progress is better than 0%, a little is always better than nothing. ur social anxiety or ur fear of being perceived is HOLDING U BACK. forgive urself for ur mistakes, everything that ur embarrassed of in ur past let it go and LET YOURSELF LIVE. become ur own project, ur own muse and if all else fails (which it won't, you'll be fine and everything will work itself out for u even better than u could've ever imagined) love yourself unconditionally.

[topbottomswitchblade]

Intro To Knifeplay

I'd been wanting to make a tutorial and then @hollyhocks-hoping asked if I had any tips for getting into knifeplay so that finally motivated me enough. Gonna try to make this seem like a really know what I'm talking about and not get anyone killed.

First things first: Knifeplay is risky. It can cause actual harm. But like, so can driving a car, so we mitigate the danger with things like seat belts and drivers ed. This is drivers ed. (driver's ed? drivers' ed? hm.)

There's different ways to do knifeplay that can make it more safe or more risky, depending on what you want out of the experience and are comfortable with.

On the safest end, you can use alternatives to real/sharp knives. I'm going to give some examples but to be clear I am not vouching for any specific products because I have not used them because I skipped the safety level and went for blood. But that's just me.

Acrylic/resin knives (example 1, example 2, example 3,)

Training knives (example 1, example 2)

This is a knife you can order dull, which is kinda the same as a training knife, but I'm making a separate point to say: I have seen some people give advice on ways to dull a blade so you can use it for knifeplay and um. Don't Do That. First of all, very tedious. Second and more importantly, it's unlikely you'll get it to a safe level of dull and could end up hurting your partner/yourself worse if you get careless thinking it's low risk. And if you get cut, it won't be a clean cut. Also the one I linked it sold out sorry. But this one is a dulled bowie knife intended to be used as a paddle?

Putting a butter knife in the freezer so you get the chill of a cold blade without it being sharp. Pair it with leather gloves so the dom's hands don't get cold.

Of course, there's still risk associated with a dull or non-metal blade. If you're like "let's do a scene where I stab you to death, and baby, I'm going for an Oscar," you can still, like, stab your partner. It just won't do as much damage as a real knife would. Like, getting shot with a paintball vs a bullet. Still hurts, but it won't kill you. Don't jam it in their eyes or whatever.

Next up on the danger level: Using real knives without intending to cut your partner.

Use the spine instead of the blade.

Here's is a v simple diagram for our purposes

This comes with some risk (especially with a clip point) as the point is still sharp

But if you want to flash a real knife and hold it to their throat and whatnot, you can press the spine to their skin instead of the blade. Note: even I, as a pretty experienced knifeplayer, do not hold the blade's edge to my partner's throat. If I want to do that, I still use the spine.

You can also use the flat of the blade, which I'm going to say is a touch more risky because edge will be against their skin. Your sub will have to be good and keep still.

Next level: Making shallow cuts with the tip

What I usually do with my partner is use the back side of the knife (spine towards their skin) and make scratches and shallow cuts with the point of the blade. Keeping the blade edge turned away and only using the point gives me more control of the depth. I don't have to worry so much about actually slicing deep, but it's still sharp enough to draw a bit of blood.

Like so

It gets results like this

Pro tip: Open up shallow cuts wider (but not deeper) by paddling them afterwards 👍

I gave an example of clip and drop point above because they're the most common for folding knives, and also are featuring in my parts diagram, but for this practice I also use a karambit which looks like this

Obviously in this case I would not be facing the blade away to use the tip

Spice it up: Put the blade in your sub's mouth. But watch out!

Questionable method: Light stabbing

So. You can push the point in a bit before it breaks skin (unless it's a really sharp blade). I started incorporating this, but then one time I did break skin and it started For Real Bleeding. I staunched it with a tissue for a minute and it stopped and you couldn't even see the puncture, but uh. Probably won't do that again. Do with that what you will. Don't kill anyone; I don't want my blog to appear in court.

I don't think I should really suggest anything more extreme than that in good conscience. I'm sure there are people out there who go harder, but you'll have to find those people and ask them. Ultimately if you practice it safely and feel confident enough to experiment that is a call for you and your partner when you feel ready, just be smart about it and be prepared for do first aid in case of accidents.

Suggestions for blades:

Knives come in a wide range of types and prices, but you can find pretty good ones for like $20-30. Even name brands like Smith & Wesson can be anywhere between $15 and $160. Or if you want a really fancy one like a Benchmade they can run up to the multiple hundreds. But you don't need that.

I've gotten a few of my knives from megaknife.com

Outdoors/sporting goods stores (Cabela's, Tractor Supply Co, Dicks, etc)

Website for a specific brand (Smith & Wesson, Buck, Gerber, etc)

Exacto knives (craft or office supply stores) or scalpels if you want to do some carving. I have used an exacto knife but I prefer regular folding knives. I have not used a scalpel so proceed with caution.

Be aware of the knife laws where you live! This is more for if you're going to be carrying the knife, but still. Usually blades over 3" fall under concealed carry laws.

Safety tip: Aim for meaty parts. Avoid veins and arteries.

Sanitation:

Use alcohol wipes on the blade and skin beforehand. Wash your hands or wear gloves. Clean the cuts afterwards using a gentle soap and warm water. Do not use alcohol on the cuts afterwards. I mean, unless that's part of your pain play but I don't know if that would even be fun lol. You can use neosporin, bactine spray, etc as well.

In general, use good BDSM practices. Talk it through beforehand to establish what you and your partner are comfortable with. Use safewords, give aftercare with the first aid. Don't hesitate to check in throughout. Take it slow when you start out. Don't feel like you have to go hard and draw blood the first time you try it.

[shalscumbunny]

Dear Doctor | Chapter 6: To kill two birds with one stone

Summary: Shalnark suffered a small injury while investigating some things for the Gen'ei Ryodan, his intention was that a doctor would cure him and nothing else, unfortunately that doctor was you and what you least expected is that one of the most wanted criminals in the world would end up becoming obsessed with you.

Pairing: Shalnark X F.Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, murder, premeditated murder, manipulation, dueling

Author’s note: I always mention it in all my writings in English, but better safe than sorry, English is not my native language so it is very likely to find many mistakes and also that I know practically nothing about writing “X character and Y/N”

I am not a doctor so I will say my life excuse for everything, “I am a social science student”, so if something is wrong I apologize

Sites: AO3

Shalnark sighed as he looked at the photos he had of you on his phone. His entire plan was thrown off course by that quack doctor; he needed to piece everything together and be cautious. The smile on his face as he looked at you was full of love, he gazed at you with such adoration that it was immeasurable, but at the same time, his eyes shone with a morbid obsession.

Shalnark had long ceased to be an innocent person. For years, his hands had been stained with blood, and his soul knew no remorse for those acts; they didn't bother him. But what you thought of him truly mattered. According to his logic, if you came to love him as intensely as he loved you, you would forgive and understand all his "sins".

It was a game between you two, but you didn't know you were playing. Only he was moving his pieces and yours without you realizing it. Nevertheless, every day this game became more complicated and tedious for him.

His turquoise eyes fixed on the wall clock. Then, he stood up from the armchair and went down to the basement where Violet, the nurse, was crying and trying to call for help.

"Hello" He greeted her in a sickeningly innocent tone "Don't worry... it'll all be over in the blink of an eye"

Poor Violet was disoriented, scared, and confused. She had no idea that she was just another piece in Shalnark's game, no idea that her end was right in front of her, in such a cruel, quick, and unjust way.

"In a moment, Lucas will come to see you" Shalnark whispered, pricking her neck with his Black Voice and instantly taking her life, turning her into a puppet.

Shalnark set about "fixing her image", making her look disheveled, drinking a couple of bottles of alcohol, and consuming a couple of drugs to justify her state. After hacking into the area's security cameras, he took her out of her house and left her near Doctor Lucas's house. Once he was far enough away, he turned back on his Zetsu to avoid being detected and began his "performance", controlling Violet with his Black Voice as if she were some kind of video game character.

After making Violet steal a knife and run towards Lucas's house, Shalnark checked the time. He knew you well, he knew how punctual you were for important matters.

Lucas was at home, expecting you when the doorbell rang. Surprised to see you earlier than expected, he opened the door. Seeing Violet in such a terrible state, unaware that she was already dead, he thought she was still alive and begged for mercy on his knees.

Shalnark, from the branch of a tree, could only smile at the scene. It was like watching his favorite show; he didn't want to blink so as not to miss anything. It had been a long time since he had had so much fun killing someone.

"Don't kill me!" Lucas begged on his knees "I promise I won't get you kicked out of the hospital"

Shalnark hummed, pressing another key so that Violet would finish the job, but he was surprised to see Lucas resist. However, everything turned in his favor.

Shalnark pressed another button, weakening the force in Violet's hand that held the knife. As a result, Lucas plunged the knife into Violet's stomach. Believing he had saved himself and triumphed, Lucas's gaze filled with terror when he saw you standing on the sidewalk outside the house.

“Lucas... what have you done?” Your voice trembled with fear and confusion.

“No! Y/N! It's not what it looks like!” Lucas tried to explain what happened, but Shalnark activated the voice menu, making Violet speak.

“So, you traded me for her? You're killing me because of her?" Violet's voice, supposedly dying, was like a dagger to your heart.

You were scared, you didn't know what to do, you were confused and hurt... For the first time in your entire medical career, blood and open wounds terrified you. You ran away in terror, as fast as your trembling legs would carry you, your eyes filled with tears and without a fixed direction.

Shalnark resisted the urge to go after you and comfort you, with all the pain in his soul he restrained himself, as that would be too suspicious.

The commotion you caused by running away drew the attention of dozens of people who called the police, so Shalnark decided to end the show once and for all. He used his Black Voice to make Violet stab Lucas in a bloody and traumatic scene for many to witness, but one that was truly satisfying for him.

As personal revenge and taking advantage of the fact that everyone was focused on the gruesome scene, Shalnark deactivated his Zetsu, smiling sadistically as Lucas's now dying gaze met his.

Shalnark's eyes were shining with an unhealthy happiness and mockery in contrast to Lucas's gaze that was losing the spark of life.

Lucas couldn't understand how this could have happened, but it was clear who lost and who won, his eyes remained open as he realized that Violet's body was cold, very cold, as if she had been dead much longer.

No words could form on his lips. Lucas's life ebbed away as Shalnark dissolved into nothingness, a phantom in his dying vision. Ignorant of Nen and Zetsu, the inexplicable act left him bewildered.

Shalnark, having orchestrated the scene, vanished without a trace, his attention now solely on you. He kept watch from a distance, his plan unfolding methodically.

Overwhelmed by grief, you were trembling, your hands fumbling. You hailed a cab and wept the entire journey home. Overwhelmed by grief, you handed the driver a $100 check for a $10 fare, then fled without looking back.

When you finally made it to your bedroom, you hid in the bed, trying to calm down, but you really couldn't. You spent days locked up there, only calling the hospital to say you wouldn't be coming to work for at least two weeks.

Unfortunately, you couldn't communicate with anyone, you didn't even want to see your phone, you just slept, thought for hours, and ate just enough to not get sick.

You felt so alone, you didn't want to call any family to worry them, you didn't want to call your friends because they were also friends of Lucas and the last thing you wanted was to hear about him, since your mental health got worse when you found out he had died too.

But you couldn't handle your own existence anymore, with great need you clung to your phone before turning it on, searching your contacts and pressing the call button. You could only hear your breathing and the ringing of the line, praying in your head for the call to be answered and finally it rang.

"Shalnark... I want to see you..” You begged in a broken, needy voice, "Please... I need you..."

Thank you so much for reading my shit 🖤

Chapter 5 <- Chapter 6 -> Chapter 7

[woodchipp]

Since OMORI fans seem to be under the impression that accidentally killing his sister was the only bad thing Sunny ever did, I felt obligated to complie a helpful little list of him being an asswipe both before and during the game's events. I'm nothing if not helpful :P

So, let's go over all the evidence, shall we?

(Apparently) was aware of Aubrey's troubled situation at home, wasn't shown doing anything of note to help and/or support her

Whined about having to help his friends build their treehouse

Threw a tantrum that resulted in the death of his sister because he couldn't watch cartoons for as long as he'd have liked

Blamed Mari for the argument as if she forced him to practice even though he himself begged her to let him join her

Chose to resolve his argument with Mari violently even though he had the option to run away instead

Ignored any guilt he felt about Basil's cover-up since he was more relieved he won't have to face repercussions for what he did

Chose to lie to his friends by omission and let them believe they had somehow failed Mari due of the assumed nature of her death as a suicide, irreversibly scarring them

Chose to let Basil take the fall for blacking out Mari's photos in the photo album, which entailed Basil becoming the target of Aubrey's bullying and wore Basil's mental health down to near-psychosis by the time of the game's events*

His ideal relationship with his friend group largely revolves around himself; they're reduced to one-note cheerleaders who depend on him

Walked out on Basil - his best friend - when the latter had a mental breakdown despite Basil begging him to stay

Considered leaving Basil to his death as a legitimate option, twice

Was content with only thinking of doing nice things for Basil (e.g. watering Basil's plants in his dream world) as opposed to actually trying to support him in the real world

Walked out on Hero after seeing him crying over the piano

Wasn't shown to feel any guilt or shame from having a picnic with the people he lied to near his dead sister's grave

Twisted the supportive words of the people he lied to to alleviate his own self-loathing over committing manslaughter

Told his friends the truth shortly before having to move town, thus avoiding his confession's consequences and leaving Basil behind to face whatever comes next alone

Is only concerned with how his friends' pain affects himself at the end of the day

(*Granted, he couldn't have possibly known ruining the photo album would entail any consequences, but still, doing something this shitty to his best friend and then essentially ghosting him makes Sunny an asshole.)

Lovely guy, isn't he? I can just feel the nuance and the complexity /s

[okaylorrainee]

her way of water

characters. neteyam & female reader. sully family. tsireya.

synopsis. neteyam and his family left their clan to seek uturu from yours. on their first night, neteyam wanders by the shore to clear his mind. he finds himself away from everyone’s marui pods and comes across you as you bathed - he couldn’t get you out of his mind since then.

note. happy valentines! little disclaimer, the fishes and creatures mentioned in this chapter do not exist in avatar. i haven't read the comics so i have no idea if there are other water creatures in pandora aside from the ones in the movie. that's why i just made some up :) i didn't name any of them and they won't hold any importance in the future chapters so don't worry. also, there's not much dialogue in this chapter bcus they’re underwater. sorry bout that.

taglist. @rainbowsocks @mashiromochi @anm3mi @fanboyluvr @anxietydrogz @sakura-onesan @amortencjja @kaealowri @jkeluv @xxlaynaxx

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“here is far enough for the ilu. we have to swim from this point.”

neteyam nodded and followed when you dismounted the animal. you were murmuring to your companion while he was petting his, and then the ilus swam away. neteyam watched as they disappeared somewhere. would the ilus hear them if they called later on? he pondered for a while.

“are you ready? you have to hold your breath for longer now. this is not going to be one of those breathing exercises that baby you.” you raised your brows at him, “we cannot keep going back up for air.”

he nodded once more. “yes, ma’am. do not worry about me.”

you sent him an amused look. ma’am? no one has called you that before. “but if you really need to, i will find a gill mantle for you. there should be plenty around.”

“gill mantle? what is that?”

you patted his shoulder. “stay close to me.” tightening your grip on your spear, you deeply inhaled air and dove without further explanation. you felt the waves collide with your body when neteyam came after you. 

swimming further down, you came across various schools of fishes. seaweeds danced with the water below you and there were a few rock structures in the area. small bubbles would form from you every now and then, but none of that mattered because this was just the beginning, the easy part of the journey. you still had hours before your lungs would start to give out.

the same could not be said to the na’vi you were with though. you kept looking beside you to check if he was still doing fine. sure, he was responsible for himself because he offered in the first place, but still, you felt like you had the obligation to take care of him. you wouldn’t know what would become of you if something happened to him after all.

it was impressive to you how neteyam was able to swim minutes without going back up for oxygen. his weeks of practice while you avoided him must’ve been fruitful if he came with a result like this. did he follow what you’ve shown him before and practiced the pressure technique with ao’nung? probably. you were kind of proud.

even so, you couldn’t help but to worry. you were deep underwater, and if neteyam really couldn’t take it anymore, it would be difficult to swim back up.

you patted his shoulder to grab his attention. you signed, ‘stop. wait here.’, and he gave you a confused look, but he obeyed anyway.

you swam quickly in search for a certain little creature to help extend neteyam’s time underwater. it didn’t take long for you to find some as they were swimming in groups on the way to somewhere. you carefully grabbed one and gently held it as you swam back to where you left neteyam.

he was in the middle of everything - the seaweeds, rocks, and fishes. he was watching everything around him, and his face was slightly scrunched; it looked like he was about to reach his limit and that he was only trying to distract himself by taking everything in. thankfully, you took a gill mantle in advance. he didn’t need to suffer longer.

neteyam saw you approach him, and he felt his worries wash away. once he saw what was in your hands, what you said earlier made sense to him. he wondered how it would be able to help him though. 

as you swam to get closer to him, your eyes caught sight of something swimming rapidly towards neteyam. your heart stopped in panic, and neteyam saw the change in your expression. before he could turn around to see what you were looking at, neteyam was confronted by your spear that stabbed through the water at immense speed, as if it ignored the pressure and was only flying through the air.

his eyes grew wide as the spear went past him, stabbing whatever was behind him and creating a cloud of red underwater. the blood found its way to neteyam’s nose, and even if he couldn’t smell, its consistency surprised him so much he began coughing. 

you rushed beside him, and through the bubbles he released, you carefully grabbed his queue and made it connect with the gill mantle you were holding.

a worried expression displayed on your face as you placed an arm on his chest whilst holding his lower back. you watched how he slowly started calming down, how his muscles began relaxing.

neteyam returned an astonished look to you as he felt the tightness of his chest disappear every second. when you pulled away, he attempted to feel the gill mantle from his shoulder. what an amazing creature. he thought.

‘you okay?’ you signed to him. he nodded, a little happy at your concern, and signed back ‘thank you.’

you gave him a small smile before swimming down. he watched as you went to the large fish that tried to attack him earlier. it was now dead, and your spear was still penetrating through it. neteyam curiously observed you when you gently took the large fish in your hands and moved it closer to yourself as if you were attempting to embrace it. 

with your eyes closed, you chanted a little prayer in your head, one that was part of your rituals whenever you hunted. when you finished, you took back your spear and wasted no time in swimming back to neteyam’s side.

‘let’s go.’ you told him.

neteyam nodded, and his eyes went to your spear. you threw it at such a speed, and that meant you held great strength. he believed you now when you said you could hunt on your own. you proved you were an impressive huntress.

the rest of the swim went well. no more breathing struggles, no more fishes that tried to attack you. neteyam took the opportunity to appreciate the beauty of the underwater, until finally when you tapped his shoulder again and signed that you had arrived.

in front of you was a cave that had an opening comparable to the height of the palm trees found in the shores of awa’atlu. the cave was surrounded by kelp, and it was dark inside where sunlight didn't reach. the underwater cave didn’t seem to be as deep and as spacious as neteyam had expected. it was pretty small, but it was huge enough for the giant creature neteyam caught sight of to live in.

how lucky. you thought with excitement. the creature was asleep unlike the last time you saw it when you came here. 

you tapped on neteyam’s shoulder once again and pointed to the small rock next to the creature. there sat the objective of your journey, multiple pearls shining from the small line of sunlight that found its way there. 

‘be careful.’ you signed, and he signed back, ‘i will’. exchanging nods, you swam side by side deeper into the cave. 

the environment was getting darker, and you became more anxious as you got closer to the creature. the first and last time you came here, you were lucky not to be spotted. hiding behind some rocks as you observed it swimming around, you were stealthy enough to swim away without catching its attention.

right now, it was asleep, but if it woke up and attacked you, what then? you were fine with your life wasting because of your recklessness, but you had brought toruk makto’s eldest son with you, one of the most important na’vi ever. you would slap yourself right now if you could. you should’ve just given him a simpler task, one that didn’t involve giant creatures that could eat you whole.

you looked at neteyam. it seemed like the man was a lot calmer than you were. when he sensed your gaze, he examined your features for a while and immediately felt your hesitation. he placed a hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing it as a gesture to reassure you. you softly smiled before focusing on the objective at hand again.

soon enough, you reached the rock successfully. so far, so good. you and neteyam admired the pearls in front of you because they were all shining so beautifully. you began taking some with your fingers, placing them carefully in your palm, while neteyam turned around to scout the area.

but neteyam couldn’t not even move another inch when he saw what was in front of him; a gigantic eye staring right back at him. the giant creature was awake this whole time.

you didn’t feel anything at first, and only when you noticed how neteyam froze did you discern that something was wrong. you hesitated to turn around. even without looking completely, you could already see what was staring back at you. 

this is it. neteyam.

a cough leaves your mouth from panic and neteyam was quick to cover your mouth to prevent water from entering further. neteyam immediately dragged you with him to exit the cave, and you couldn’t do anything but continue to lock eyes with the creature. 

what an eerie sight. neteyam thought, arms around your waist as he carried you with him. but how odd, it did not even bother to follow. maybe it isn’t hostile to na’vi?

suddenly, the creature began to squirm, and it caused intense waves of pressure to its surroundings. the rocks that formed from the cave began to crumble that your only exit was getting more difficult to reach. the vibration from the quake made the other fishes living in the cave hysteric that they all rushed to swim out. you were about to be trapped inside if you didn’t do anything. you refused to let that happen.

freeing yourself from neteyam, you switched your positions by grabbing his arm and dragging him to swim with you instead. you were faster than him after all. you swayed from side to side, avoiding the rocks that were falling down, not as fast as they would on land but quick enough to tire you gradually.

you were getting close to the exit, just a little more and you’d finally be free. a boulder showed up in front of you, and you took your spear at once, slashing it in an attempt to push it away. you were successful; however, your spear broke in half in the process. it was alright, you could make another one once you get back. escaping was more important now more than anything.

neteyam could only watch everything below him while you dragged him to the exit. he was overwhelmed by the number of fishes that frantically swam to leave the cave; the darkness they came from helped mask their locations so he couldn’t figure out where they’d be appearing from.

when a larger fish suddenly emerged right in front of him, neteyam was quick to jab it out of the way with his free hand. perhaps neteyam reeked of fish blood for the creatures, most likely because of the earlier incident with the first fish attack, because the larger fishes kept coming after him, curious as to why he smelled such a way.

you felt the entire thing happening because you were holding him. taking another ounce of what was left of your strength, you held neteyam by his shoulders and threw him to the opening of the cave, losing a few pearls in the process. neteyam watched you with wide eyes as you continued to fend off the larger fishes that were trying to get to him with your broken spear. 

no, this is not what he wanted. he clenched his jaw as he grabbed his hunting knife. with all his strength, neteyam swam to get to you as fast as he could. so far, this was the most effort he had done with swimming, and he regretted how he lacked skill in it even if it wasn’t his fault.

you started kicking the fishes that were trying to get through you because the spear you held became more of a nuisance than of help. it seemed like the largest one in the group had gone irritated by this when he went straight to you instead of neteyam. you saw it open its mouth, and its fangs were ready to bite flesh out of you. you closed your eyes, bracing yourself from the pain, but nothing happened.

when you opened your eyes, neteyam was in front of you, shielding you from the fish as he used his hunting knife to combat the animal’s teeth. it was much stronger than the ones before, and the fact that he had no land to step on to support himself against this battle of strength wasn’t helping him at all. neteyam had to punch the fish on its chin to get the upper hand. while it was stunned, he took the opportunity to slash the knife at its flesh, and the fish wriggled in pain as it swam away.

wasting no more time, you took neteyam by his arms again and dragged him out of the cave through the only exit that was near you. and then, the environment was lighter and wider again. finally, you had escaped the cave.

neteyam moved to embrace you with his arms, and you let him. he was relieved that you were safe. you stayed in each other's arms as both of your adrenaline started dying down. you peeked at the cave while resting your cheek on his shoulder, wondering if the giant creature had survived all this chaos.

–

your journey back home was quiet because you were both drained of energy. you couldn’t even ride your ilu anymore and had to ride with neteyam on his, your companion could only swim beside you.

neteyam was both impressed and scared of how you had held your breath underwater for the whole duration of everything that just happened. he thought rotxo was exaggerating when he claimed you could live underwater if you chose to, but he was proven wrong. after all, he witnessed it himself how you never went back up for air since the moment you dove underwater.

neteyam noticed how tired you became because of it though. it was also probably because of the number of fishes you had to fight off this time; he wished he could have helped more. he allowed you to lean on his back as he guided his ilu back to awa’atlu. thankfully, it still wasn’t dark out, and that meant it would be easier to get out of trouble.

soon enough, you reached the shores of the village. neteyam helped you get off of the ilu, and you both said goodbye to your companions before they swam away. 

because you were feeling limp and tired, neteyam volunteered to take you home. you didn’t have the energy to refuse so you let him support your body with his arms around your waist; you were leaning on him as you walked. you definitely caught some eyes as you made your way to your marui, but you were really too tired to care - you’d just find an explanation for it later. you’d hear some of them ask neteyam from time to time about what happened to you or where you both had been, but he’d always answer with a quiet smile and say you were out hunting with him.

when you reached your marui, neteyam gently placed you to where your blanket was then knelt beside you. “go rest now. i apologize we failed to obtain what we came there for.” the dejection was evident in his voice. “if i can, i will find another one for you when i go out to hunt again. so do not worry.”

you raised your fist near his face and slowly opened it, revealing three small pearls. a tired smile appears on your lips, “i managed to save some, neteyam. do not apologize anymore.”

from being surprised, his lips slowly formed a grin. “you…”

you laughed and moved to sit up. “thank you.” you put your arms around him and pulled him closer into a hug. “you have helped me get these pearls. i appreciate your efforts.”

he returned the embrace with a soft smile, slightly burying his face more into your neck. “it was quite scary, i admit. but you were very brave and amazing. you are truly the amazing swimmer they say you are.” 

you pulled away from him, chuckling at his praise. “and your breathing has improved a lot, neteyam. i am very impressed.”

“what can i say?” he huffed with confidence. “i am a mighty warrior, and i learned from the best.”

©️ okaylorrainee 2023. please do not re-upload, translate my content anywhere without permission.

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[unique-high]

NCT 127 X S/O With locs

REQUESTED: NCT127 x S/O with locs

a/n: God, I'm sorry I'm just now getting to this. It's been on my to do list. But I'm finally here with it. But side note, each members s/o comes with a different shade of blue. I don't know the members well this is my first time writing a NCT 127 ot9 request so my reaction may not be as accurate to them.

side note: wasn't really sure how to write this without it being repetitive and boring but I still hope it's somewhat good.

another side note: I don't have locs so what I'm writing is based on YouTube videos I've watched and drawn inspiration from and also Pinterest.

ANOTHER SIDE NOTE, DAMN: I finished this around 6:35 am. The imagine went different ways, nevertheless, I hope the requester enjoys the brief moments between reader and ot9.

NOT PROOF READ MAY BE SOME GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES BUT STILL READABLE.

JOHNNY: you have been doing your retwist for a couple of hours in between sessions you'd watch Netflix, FaceTime johnny when he was on break from dance practice, ordered something to eat because you were too tired to even try to fix something to eat. And by the time Johnny came home you were just about done with your retwist.

“Oh wow.” Johnny said when he see's the color of your locs. “That color looks good on you.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah. It compliments you.”

The color you dyed your locs was a pretty Cerulean blue. After your locs were done, you added some cute hair jewelry some locs.

Johnny was checking out his hair in the mirror. “Do you want to dye mine so we can match?”

“Your stylist won't chew you out, will they?”

“If they I don't care. I want to match with my baby.”

MARK: he's seen you do your retwist before and knows how time consuming it can be. Mark would feed you and make sure you have plenty of water and when your arms get tired, he gives little massages. Your locs were bleached and ready for color.

“I have two different blues,” you tell your boyfriend. “Which one is your favorite, Indigo blue or baby blue?”

“Baby blue.”

“I'm feeling baby blue too.”

“Do you need any help?” Mark just wants to make things a little easier for you.

You happily nodded with a smile. Mark knew a little something about locs since you taught him. Plus, he saw this as quality time and another way of bonding with you.

DOYOUNG: “You don't gotta stay with me baby, it's gonna take some hours for her to get me colored, retwisted, and styled.” You tell Doyoung.

This was his first time going with you to a hair appointment. It was his day off and he didn't have anything better to do than drive you to your loctician and wait for you.

“But I want to stay,” he said, slightly pouting.

The salon was filled with other women getting their hair done too. One woman who was getting a wig installed gushed over you and Doyoung.

Your loctician gets you right and now it was deciding on the color. You decided to do the back of your locs sapphire blue and the front locs ocean blue.

Doyoung was on his phone most of the time, but he would check on you making sure you were good. He ran out to get you your favorite food since you would be sitting under the hair dryer for some hours.

“Do you think the colors look good on me?”

“They do. The colors just add to your beauty.”

“Boy, stop.” you laughed.

Doyoung playfully rolled his eyes saying, “I can't help it that my girlfriend's beauty is something magnificent.”

JAEHYUN: When he hears the 90s R&B music playing from the living room, he knows what today is. Retwist day. You spent a good three days preparing for this day. Giving yourself a prep talk because doing your own retwist wasn't for the weak.

“Tell me I got this, baby,” you whined to Jaehyun.

He kissed your forehead. “You got this. Just think about the end results. You know you're going to feeling yourself.”

You laughed saying, “You right. You right.”

Jaehyun kisses your lips this time and tells you bye since he is going to play basketball with the guys at the gym.

From morning until noon, you were still at your hair. You hadn't planned on styling it. Just a color and retwist. But you saw this cute style on Pinterest and decided why the hell not.

“Y/n I'm home.” Jaehyun yelled when he seen you weren't in the living room.

“Bathroom!”

He goes to the bathroom,leaning on the door door frame.

“What do you think?” You asked eagerly.

You had your locs in two space buns. With two locs in the front out with gold hair jewelry. Your locs were powder blue.

“I love it. You look so freaking cute.” Jaehyun reaches out and gently tugged you to him. “But it's a shame it'll only get messed up.”

You give your boyfriend a look. “And what does that mean, jae?”

He smirks pulling you to the bedroom.

“Oh no.” you protest. “Not when I spent hours on this!”

TAEYONG: he helps you on the days you did your retwist. He took a class on locs so he could be able to help you. That's how dedicated he was to helping you. After you bleached your locs. You sat in the chair while Taeyong prepared you for the color. You were dying your locs luxe blue.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Taeyong jokes with you.

“Um, actually I do.”

“Can he fight?”

“You tryna fight my man, sir?”

“If it means taking you out on a date. Then yeah beautiful.”

He always joked with you like this while doing your hair. After the color and the wash. You talked about what kind of style you wanted to do. It was just something simple. A half up/half down. It was giving “New Me”

And your boyfriend had to take pictures to post on his IG. He made sure you looked good in the pictures because he knew you hated it when he took the most outlandish pictures of you and posted them. But to him, he thought you looked good in all the photos.

He takes a picture of you with the caption: GUESS WHO ATE?🤪

TAEIL: Like Mark, Taeil likes the quality time he gets to spend with you while you're doing your hair. He's curious though. He asks a lot of questions like “Why do you have crotch hooks sometimes?” or “How come you don't do a retwist all the time?” and you're always more than glad to answer your boyfriend's questions and explain things to him.

“Have you thought about what color you're going to dye your hair?” Taeil asks you.

“I was thinking Sky blue or Cool blue.”

“Sky blue would look lovely.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah! But anything on you looks lovely.”

Your face grew warm at his words. Dang, this man really knew how to make you feel good about yourself.

“Want to help with the color?”

“Sure. Just show me what I need to do.”

These were the little moments that Taeil enjoyed with you. Just standing in the bathroom applying color to your hair while you asked him about how he was feeling. You always made it a point to ask him about his mental because you know how draining his job can be.

YUTA: he was gone most of the day while you were busy with your hair. You would send him pictures letting him know how the progress was going and taking slight breaks when needed. You decided to surprise your boyfriend when he got home. Yuta once had a style where he had white hair with blue streaks and you wanted to recreate that.

You styled your locs in this cute little style with two ponytails and a side bang.

When you hear Yuta come into the apartment, you call for him to come to the bathroom. You were in the middle of doing your baby hairs.

“Oh wow.” he said. “Blue and white? Reminds of a color I had.”

“You were my inspo boy.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” you turned fully to look at Yuta.

He was busy checking out your new style. “This style is cute,” he said. “My hair is sort of long enough. Let's match styles.”

“You for real?”

“I want to look cute too, girl.” Yuta winks at you.

HAECHAN: “Just say you want to be my twin, y/n.” he teases you, poking you in your side while you're trying to apply dye to your locs.

“I really don't haechan.”

“Then why are you dying your hair blue like mine.”

“first off, my blue is a different shade than yours.”

“Still blue, y/n.”

“Electric blue.”

“Okay?” he poked you again. “Like I said, still blue.”

“Why are you annoying me while I'm trying to do my hair?”

“Cause I'm bored and If I don't annoy you I'll die.”

“Go die in the corner.”

“Y/n if I did die you'll be sobbing your pretty little eyes out.”

“Nah. Now go die.”

“No.” he poked you repeatedly until you burst out laughing getting hair dye on you and him. “Are you going to style the locs?”

“I was thinking of doing a simple, classic back ponytail.”

“Mmm.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” he smirks.

“Nah, I hear it in your voice there is something.”

“You're gonna have your locs pulled back. Maybe we can do something.”

“Something like what, Haechan?”

“It has job in it.”

“Oh, boy hell nah.”

JUNGWOO: You were sitting between Jungwoo legs as he helped you style your locs. You wanted a side ponytail and jungwoo was oddly good at doing them, he even could lay your baby hairs too. Your locs were midnight blue. Your boyfriend helped with picking the color since you really couldn't decide between sea foam green or midnight blue. Midnight blue was the winner.

“Okay, all done!” Jungwoo gives you the hand mirror.

“The retwist and style got me feeling fresh.” you turned your side to side in the mirror. “You did your thang. The color is so pretty on me too!”

Jungwoo smiles feeling proud of himself. “Yeah, I did that!” he pulls out his phone. “Here, let me take pictures. I have to show you off to the guys.”

“Don't. They may fall in love with my beauty.” you say all dramatically making your boyfriend laugh.

“How many times can a person fall in love with the same person? Cause honestly I've fallen in love you with you so many times.”

“Oh, really?” you tilt your head back to look at Jungwoo.

He smiles at you, bringing his face down closer to yours. “Really.” jungwoo softly whispered. “I never want to stop falling in love with you, y/n.”

[gribbo]

The crumbling outbuilding at camp's edge had, to the minstrel, seemed a fitting place to hide from the revelry—acquaintances drinking too much, Geddarm belting a ribald and fragulous ballad about an artificer's tools—and nurse a skin of wine alone. But misery loves him, of late, and so it comes as no surprise when poor Alfira totters in. She'd probably tired of playing second lute.

"I have a question," she says, blinking down at him, "and it's probably a silly question—"

She sways, then steadies herself on the wall with a giggle and a tipsy jingle of bells. She's sewn them onto her capelet, the minstrel notes with polite horror, and takes another swig of wine—

"Can I"—she falls on her rump more than she sits, though the end result is the same—"see your hands?"

The minstrel stares at her.

"Please?"

Well, he thinks after a drunken pause, he'd let the magistrate bite him. He holds out his hands.

They're quite ugly, he's been told. Two hundred years of fiddling and strumming have bent them, though the ache is manageable, and raised calluses on his fingertips rougher than a sailor's. He makes a point of explaining to prospective pupils—patriars with soft, jeweled hands looking to impress lovers or enliven drawing-room soirées—that, after weeks of painful practice, their fingers will harden like his. Most don't schedule a second lesson.

Alfira's hands are clammy. She traces his coarse palm with a thumb.

"Oh," she breathes with a teary grin, wobbling a bit. "I hope mine will look like this."

The minstrel finds that he can't speak. He clears his throat. The terrible unfairness of her situation seems to be stuck in it.

"Lihala—" Alfira's voice cracks. She sniffs wetly, her smile trembling, and tries again. "She mentioned you, once. She said you could outplay Milil."

It plays to his vanity, the minstrel admits, to hear that old songsters remember him as far as Elturel. He tries to look stern. "We play for him but once."

"So you'd rather not chance it?" She gives him a damp and hopeful look, as if reassured by his resolution to put off death as long as possible. "Would you—are you—do you take students?"

The minstrel looks at her: her smeary eyes, her frizzy hair, her red and running nose. Then, delicately, he extracts his hands from hers.

"One silly question I can stand," he says. He doesn't have to try to look stern, now. She's already lost one teacher; watching him die in whatever gruesome, improbable way the gods have planned won't teach her anything she hasn't learned already. "Two's asking much."

A burst of distant laughter drifts from the clearing. Alfira tries to smile.

"You're right," she mumbles, and wipes her eyes with her sleeve. The hideous bells tinkle. "I don't want another teacher."

"You don't need one." He's surprised at how much he means it. He frowns at her. "You'll"—he wobbles, blinks, puts out a hand to steady himself—"you'll fill your cap in the Gate, if you don't dress like a barber-pole."

Alfira's sniffle is almost a laugh. "Lihala wore motley to match. Lakrissa called us the Jingle-Jongleurs."

"Horrible," says the minstrel, with heart. "Go away." She's missing the party. "You're giving me a headache."

She kisses his forehead first—for making her cry, he supposes. In the morning, when the tieflings have gone off to live or die, he finds a bright bell glinting in the grass.

[your-subby-creature]

But as for experiments? So many ideas... I suppose a good starter would just to record over a week how frequently each pup gets bred, do they breed with the same pups every time, ect, just to get a baseline of how often this sort of activity is and if theres certain time of day that is preferred.

However, for fun I decide to skew the results. Before I release you out with the rest one day, I douse your collar in a hormone cocktail that not only gets you aroused, but all the other puppies suddenly can't help themselves when they're around you. Everyone is practically clambering over each other to get to your holes, all while I stand a little ways away with a small gas mask and clipboard.

Later when I show my fellow scientists the results they can't help but be curious about what's so special about you that they bring you into the observation deck to check you over for any alterations. However, as the hormones penetrate their mind, they can't help but pinch and grope a little harder than normal. I point out to everyone how wet you are- that maybe you're in heat and that has caused this anamoly.

It isn't long before the scientists start gathering around closer to you. They start rubbing between your legs supposedly to check your wetness, but they don't stop. They keep going while another 'weighs' your chest with their hands, but they don't step away from being pressed up behind you.

Unbeknowst to my collegues, I have some discreet nose plugs in, and am sitting at a desk only a few feet away. Even as they start full on breeding you themselves infront of me, I still diligently jot down my own notes about the situation. Especially about you.

Afterwards I'll take you to your kennel so you can have a night of recuperation from the days excitement. You'll need it for the experiments I have planned later on >:]

(I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this ask, you keep sending me the absolute hottest things I've ever read and I want to do them justice <3)

I wouldn't even know I was going to be your subject at first. My days comprised only of getting bred and used and filled without a care in the world for the people watching and diligently taking notes, without ever noticing the hunger and curiosity in your eyes every time you watched my hole stretched around yet another knot.

Then one morning, you come to my kennel before I'm let out, making sure I'm too absorbed in the pets you give me to notice your gas mask, or to care about the new wetness on my collar. I'd only know anything was different when the hormones start to addle my already-dumb puppybrain.

Heat, worse than anything I've felt since starting T, an all consuming need to be filled, a desperate horniness that leaves no room for anything else. No room for thoughts, for inhibitions, for shame.

Within minutes I'm humping the pillows in my cage, and by the time I'm let out, I'm a dripping, whining, begging mess, smelling so strongly of simple pathetic need that the other puppies can't help but use me like the pack breeding bitch. I'm bred and knotted and fucked and used in every way, my holes stretched so much I feel that I may break, the onslaught continuing even after they've all had a turn or two. No matter how fucked-out I get, I just keep whining for more, my holes just keep dripping and begging to be stuffed full.

By the afternoon, the rest of the research team will have noticed the anomaly, and though it takes over an hour to pry every pack member off of me, I eventually find myself in the sterile examination room, strapped down and spread open wide. I won't be able to stop myself from babbling and begging, only getting louder as touches start to linger on my most sensitive parts, as a once-clincial exam changes with every breath of heat-scented air.

I'll be too fuck-drunk and hazy to know what it means, but I'll notice you then. I'll see you, grinning in the corner, still pristine and unaffected, taking notes as your esteemed colleagues shoot yet another load of cum deep inside me, as the speculum comes out and they see just how much my little holes can really gape.

No, I won't know what it all means until you wash my collar off that night, until the heat fades from my brain and I curl up in my cage. I'll understand it as I drift off to sleep, realizing that I'm your experiment, your subject, your creature, and knowing that I can never know what you'll do tomorrow.

-your Creature

[aequitas-herbergier]

↻ 𝕷𝖔𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌…

— The scene starts in the lab.

Yui: ... I have a very bad feeling about this. Having them both in the same room is never good news.

— Yui watches as Ayato plays around with a green looking vial.

Yui: Ayato-kun...

(I am sure that is dangerous. But even if I tell him to not do it he won't listen...)

Ayato: I am sure that Ore-sama's idea is the greatest! Oi, you didn't say anything! Whaddya think of Ore-sama's great idea? Haha, Chichinashi, don't ya agree? Ore-sama is amazing!

Yui: ... Uhh...

(To be fair... I don't want to hurt Ayato-kun's feelings!)

Karla: Hm... To simply put it, whatever you gathered here is mediocre.

Ayato: OI! That is not true, Ore-sama tried his best!

— The purple haired girl sighs; turning around, she takes out some different colored vials.

Karla: But you might be onto something actually brilliant. While the ingredients you wanted to use are rather stupid, if you use these ones here the results you wish for might have a higher probability of succeeding. The procedure is unique but I can't see many flaws.

Ayato: Haha! Ore-sama knew it! I am an actual genius, aren't I?! Ahem... Of course Ore-sama is a genius, Ore-sama never doubted it!

Karla: We both know that praising oneself is a habit that brings only misery.

Ayato: Oi, shut up, stop insulting Ore-sama at once! Tsk, damn you, I'm letting you off the hook this time, ya hear?! I am still owing it to you for that brilliant comeback to Reiji, but next time I will get you for your big tongue, got it?! Anyway, I gotta go. Ore-sama has to put into practice his genius idea! Reiji, I'm coming for ya, hehe!

(I don't know who is actually the genius. Ayato-kun just used the same excuse to let Karla-chan off the hook for the ninth time... But I am still worried for Ayato-kun, I should check on him!)

Karla: Hmm... Now to note the possibilities... I think i was right with this one... Hmmm...

— Yui watches Karla take a notebook, scribbling something on it as she mumbles to herself.

(H-huh? Is it about...?)

Yui: Karla-chan? You actually know the outcome of Ayato-kun's "genius" plan, right?

— The purple female raises her eyes out of her notebook.

Karla: I never said I did.

Yui: H-huh?!! Ayato-kun!

(I mean... She said there might be a high chance of succeeding but still...!)

Monologue

"To say that Ayato-kun just got a punishment is little to say.

I enjoy watching Ayato-kun and Karla-chan interact but whatever comes out of their interactions is always trouble.

And Reiji-san's opinion on Karla-chan is difficult.

I am sure that he enjoys doing experiments with her, even though he might not say it.

But Karla-chan has a habit of... making people knowledgeable of certain topics even though their intentions might be... rather dangerous.

I am sure though that she just wants to help people learn more.

Karla-chan's arrival at the mansion was chaotic at first; and even now it is still chaotic, but in a somehow lively way.

— END —

[Okay guys I had a random idea of an interaction between these two, Ayato the troublemaker and Karla the enforcer jsjsjsjsj. So I decided to write it and post. I hope yall will enjoy it. 🙏🏻🙏🏻 I also wrote it from Yui's perspective because yes, outsider pov 😂]

[envies-writing-corner]

hii would like tender relationship headcanons for heartslabyul with a giggly and sociable mc with golden curls, yeah mc look something like goldilocks from the farytale /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ♡⸝⸝ that's all <3 thanks yuu and have a good day ^^ *hug*

Making it Just Right

Genre: Fluff

Contains: Heartslabyul boys

CW: none

Word Count: 602 (without A/N)

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Riddle Rosehearts:

-Riddle would greatly enjoy spending time with a goldilocks MC, at first he'd be drawn to the need of perfection, watching as you'd run around trying to make things 'just right' as you'd say.

-Dating Riddle would be filled with events such as unbirthdays and attending his equestrian club meets, he'd definitely love having you around the dorm as his significant other but doesn't like how little rules you follow do to your goldilocks nature.

-Seeing you interact with others is always a joy as well, specifically with his dormmates, trying to help out and gossip as much as you can, always seeming to have made a new friend every time you visit.

-Yep, this relationship is just right.

Cater Diamond:

-Dating Cater is a match made in heaven with your bubbly personality and his influencer type status on magicam. You'd always have the most perfect couple pictures posted, whether it's small snippets of your dates or just you two laying about enjoying each others company.

-Cater would love spending all the time he can with you, always relying on your key eye of perfection when it comes to camera angles and lighting for new pictures.

-Just as sociable as you, so I can assure you, you'd be great friends with the light music club, the four of you sitting around the room after a practice gossiping about latest trends and school news.

-This relationship isn't too low or too high, it's perfect.

Ace Trappola:

-Oh where to start...

-The fact that you, a goldilocks personality, can even put up with the ever chaotic soul and spirit that is Ace is a blessing in it of itself. You're Riddle's favorite of all of Heartslabyul's significant others, obviously not counting his own.

-Whenever you're around, Ace clearly tries to impress you, which results in him losing his head. Though you're influence is definitely starting to rub off on our chaotic neutral boy here. With you adding an input in most situations, public or private, Ace starts to actually think through what he does or plans on doing.

-Despite constantly wanting to impress, he doesn't want to see you hurt because of his antics, most of what he does is only done if it means you're safe and ok.

-His love for you is beyond just right, and it makes your heart flutter every time.

Deuce Spade:

-Basically Ace 2.0 but with more braincells. This means he has two more braincells. Because Deuce follows in almost everything Ace does, it results in you sometimes getting stuck in the middle. Even if Deuce tries to keep you away, because of your sociable personality, it causes slight airheaded traits and moments.

-With the want to keep you safe and to be a son that his mother could be proud of, Deuce will do his best to make you happy, sometimes at the risk of facing Riddle's wrath.

-You want to come to an unbirthday with him? He's unknowingly annoying the dormhead for permission. You want him to sleepover and spend the whole night cuddling? He's sneaking out of the dorm to keep you warm in the bitter ramshackle hovel.

-Spending time in public with you is amusing, seeing you chattering about with almost every student is adorable, he loves seeing your eyes glittering and the bounce in your stance as you ramble. He does get jealous if your attention is on another for a while but can you blame him? You're just too cute when happy.

-While under his protection and in his loving arms, you'll be just right in this new world.

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Authors Note: Thank you for the request! As stated previously I won't be writing for specific characters due to not knowing enough about them, one of these characters is Trey Clover, I apologize if you were looking forward to his but I currently don't have too much knowledge about him.

[pelleas-at-castle-nox]

Freaky Friday

It was the most exhilarating thing you'd ever felt. Fusion, the blending of two bodies into one, bigger, stronger, faster, and most importantly as far as you were concerned, hungrier.

You had always been on the thinner side, tried not to be too jealous of your larger friends, but it was so hard not to constantly want for what they had. Your appetite had never been great, and your favorite part of gaining had been the eating aspect, you loved food and loved to try new flavors, but you just couldn't seem to keep much down no matter how hard you tried.

Your magically inclined friend had always been a butter ball, a round whale of a fox. No matter how jealous you might have grown of their life style and their size, you stuck around them, gaze lingering on their large soft body. You didn't know if they'd ever use any of that magic to help you, but you knew it would come one day, and when it was offered, you wouldn't think twice to say yes.

It was hard to put that into practice when they waddled up to you and showed off their tome, detailing a procedure to blend two bodies into one. Magic had always been beyond you, but the premise sounded tantalizing enough. Regardless of what it entailed, it would mean you got to experience what it was like to be so huge, so you figured it couldn't hurt to try, even if it sounded so... Odd.

And then suddenly you weren't you, and it felt great. The two of you had merged together into a new you, and you were gone. Instead of you, there was a new being, and it hungered. You didn't know if it was your hunger or your friends, you just knew your new form wouldn't stop until it was satiated.

Your friend had graciously filled their home with all sorts of delicious treats, seeming to have anticipated that the resultant fusion would be hungry.

Over time you began to realize as it devoured plates of the finest food which made your spirit wiggle with delight at the taste of, that neither you nor your friend were in control. At some point, the only thing that remained was your combined hunger which drove the resultant beast onward.

It gorged itself until it couldn't move anymore, and slammed down onto its large fluffy rear. You could feel your control of your body returning, though after this experience even that was feeling odd. Your friend's voice called out, telling you that the experiment was about to end, but the sensation felt strange. It was like hearing your voice, talking to you. You answered you were ready for it to be over, but your voice definitely didn't sound like your own.

As stress and fear and confusion mounted, the resultant beast's body shimmered for a moment, and you and your friend were suddenly no longer one.

And you felt ungodly full, and very, very fluffy.

Something wasn't right, but it felt all too good. Everywhere you looked, you saw what appeared to be your friend's vulpine body spreading out, and it was only when you tried to rub your eyes that you felt how tremendously heavy your arms had become. Short shallow breaths were all you could afford with how full you were, but you approached hyper ventilation as you began to grow increasingly confused.

You saw yourself, naked as could be, picking up your friend's tome, nodding in affirmation.

"Well this was hardly expected! I'll have to write down quite a few notes, and I'll be using your body to do it. Don't worry, I'll keep it very well fed, you just sit there and enjoy feeling yourself spilling out in every direction, I know how desperately you've wanted the chance to. Maybe I won't give it back... You do look cozy, and it's fun being able to actually run again!"

You tried to respond, but the excruciating over fullness prevented you, and you couldn't do anything but watch your body saunter off, leaving you wondering if you could pilot this new body of yours to finish that buffet...