#someone else drawing your character can also help you see what stands out to people and how they interpret the character

[thebottomfromhell]

wait: you the moment Muzan was asking that person if they looked sickly? before he killed them I mean what if, that happened again with someone else(reader, perhaps?) but they end up being blind (and he didn't know until reader subtly points it out)? like he asks and reader says 'I'm not sure what you're asking, but you sound pretty healthy.' all genuine smiles and all

I would change the scene a bit for it to make sense, but Muzan encountering blind reader is a lovely idea.

So, also I did this one before others I still owe cuz I'm literally sick, and I always become lazy when sick, and it was the one I needed to think the least. I should feel better by Monday, but I wanted to keep the promise of 2 post per week.

Muzan encounters GN Blind Reader in the scene of the alley

Warnings: Mentioned non-character human death, Implied life-threat to reader and Open ending.

You were born blind. Your mother more often than not said you cried a lot, both as a baby and as a toddler, scared, because you couldn't see anything. The second you didn't have someone touching you you feared you got lost or abandoned, so you cried. You stopped crying when you started to grow up, thankfully your parents were quite wealthy, so you never had problems with being sustained, even if with your current condition living a normal life, like getting a job and starting a family, is harder than normal.

You never let that bother you, though. Also, your other senses do help you around a lot. You can hear, smell and touch your way through most places, so as long as you have your loyal can, you are more than fine. This night, you can sense due the lack of sun rays in your skin, is a busy one. You don't even know what took you so long, since you were only buying some sweets in a shop you go a lot. Since the woman that makes the sweets knows about your condition, sometimes she sneaks some more samples, thinking you don't realize the rations are bigger than normal. Still, it's an endearing gesture.

But the crowd tonight is making it harder to go home, it's too loud and full tonight, so using the temperature of the walls you guide yourself to an alley, there the stones are colder since they didn't get the sun's heat during the day. Then... there is a scent of blood. You know how it smells, since you were little you were able to recognize your mother's periods to the smell in the kitchen when the cooks are cutting the meat. But in those times the smell was diluted, but now it's strong, pungent. Is someone bleeding out? Should you call for help?

No, if it's so bad, it's probably a murder in the alley, if you draw the attention to yourself you might be the next victim, so you make the best to calm yourself. You are blind, so as long as you pretend to be oblivious to what is going on, you might have a chance to flee. You have done this before, not with MURDER, but you have had your fair share of stories of finding people having sex in alleys, and pretending to not know.

"What are you doing standing there like a freak? Can't you see what is going on?" Says a voice, it's rather sweet and soft, clearly manly, you would dare to bet it's a healthy man from his twenties to his mid thirties. In any other situation, you might have even been smitten by the voice. But now.... "No sir, as you might have realized... I can't see. Did I interrupt on something?" You ask, trying your best to keep your nerves under control. You hear steps, shoes with platforms from the west? Is the murder someone wealthy? They are comming towards you. And you know it's not the victim. The victim would beg, run, shove you to scape... not walk calmly towards you.

You move your staff on the ground, making little hits from side to side, hoping it will make this person keep it's lenght as distance. He stops when you hear the edge hit his leg. You stop the movement. "Scaping the crowd, huh? Seems we are not so different from one another. I'm sorry for my tone earlier, I needed some time alone, the city can be upseting at times." Before he sounded as if he was containing his anger, but now... it's gentle, even nice. You can feel hands, not so big or thick, but very strong, in your shoulders, as he guides you to turn around back to the streets. "This alley is infested by pests, let me help you in the way out. Let's go sit somewehre else." You let him, because you are afraid of what he will do if you don't.

You do relax in the crowd for once, though, since is improbable he will do anything to you in front of other but... no one is reacting. Shouldn't he be covered in blood? Then again, he doesn't feel wet, even id the faint smell is still there. Also, he moves you gently, making sure you don't trip or bump into anyone or anything, constantly telling your the name of the streets you are going and describing them for you to know where you are, more or less. He is precise, you know exactly how to go home from here. Part of you wonders if you should tell the authorities, but... would they believe you?

"Here. Here we should be able to rest." You both sit on a bench, there is something off about this man, but you don't know what. "So, what is your name? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." You nerviously grip tight the bag where you have your sweets, not knowing how to react. "Y/N...." you answer, if only to be polite. "Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you live nearby? Have anyone who is supposed to pick you up?" You don't give the exact location, but you asnwer "I live near by. With your descriptions I should be able to get home from here by my own."

"Is it really? Then, I have other matters to answer to, so I will stop keeping you. We might see each other again." He says and... gone... you use you staff after some seconds of silence to check and he is really gone. Or farther than the staff's full lenght's reach. How? You didn't hear any steps or sense any movement. He is just gone. What? How?

You stay in the bench for a while, could it be that you have gone mad? Is this a dream? Was it part from your imagination? Was the man a ghost? You stay a while trapped in your thoughts before going home. Some days pass, weeks, more than a month, and you get to almost forget about the experience. It probably wasn't what you thought, and you will never se that man again, so why worry.

Then, one night your father tells you to go to the main room to meet his new business partner adopted son's. He is a lot younger than you, around half your age, but it seems it will be your job to entertain the child while your parents make business. The kid is very quiet while everyone else is here, it makes you wonder if he is even there. Then, you hear it again. "I told you we would meet again, Y/N." You freeze, it isn't coming from the child, is it? "How would you react if I told you I can give you sight?" You are blind under the situation, no pun intended... Just who the hell is this guy?

"My name is Kibutsuji Muzan, never repeat it."

[alfredosauce50]

Yandere Denmark headcanons

Ruthless, ambitious, and with a mind for expansion, it’s no wonder he always finds himself in positions of political power. But like all men, he has desires of the flesh, the longing for real connection. He comes onto you as an ordinary man, and you love him as one.

What you don’t know, is that he’s the king. When you learn the truth, you pull away fearing for your own safety. But he holds onto all the tighter. With the nation obeying his every whim and every pair of eyes and ears working for him, he’s impossible to escape.

Content warning: Sex, violence, and dubious consent. R18+ only.

The nobleman

Mathias commands respect everywhere he goes. As one of the most powerful men in the ancient world, he has a potent presence that causes the whole energy of a room to change if he were to enter it. But he also likes to blend in when he can. He will dress down to avoid standing out, even if it’s still in clothes for those in the top percentile.

He often leaves the palace grounds to visit the city in person. Whether it’s for leisure or to see how his kingdom is doing, he insists on doing it without protection. And when people recognize his face as the same one on the back of their coins, he gives a reassuring smile as they talk excitedly amongst themselves. The King is here!

Chinese silk, richly dyed clothing, and the most exotic Arabian perfume. They’re everything you notice about Mathias when you serve him at your diner. A member of the ruling class, you think. But that’s all. The last thing you’d expect is for the king himself to show up in this humble establishment, fitting in like everybody else.

“Tell me, eskler,” He begins, watching you set down his meal in front of him. Lamb shank, mash, and the soup of the day. A hearty meal to go with the homey atmosphere. “What do you think about the king?”

“I don’t know,” You lift your gaze to him thoughtfully. Without batting an eye, you tell him the words he didn’t know he needed to hear, and would, in turn, change his life forever. “I’ve never met him.”

He’s taken aback by your response, but it draws him in like no other. There’s people who don’t care for politics, and then there’s you. Someone who’s never even seen him before. And so long as he keeps his identity a secret, he’ll be treated as an equal. It’s nowhere near the treatment fit for a king, but somehow, he can’t get enough.

Mathias asks you out for dinner. You reject him the first time, and understandably so. You don’t wanna accidentally become a part of his harem, or whatever it is the elites are doing these days. However, you eventually have a change of heart when you keep seeing him in your diner. Not to pester you about a date, but only to eat and chat.

“Seeing that you’re more polite than any other man I’ve met, I’ll take you up on your offer,” You tell him.

“Really?”

“What, did you have higher expectations for men?”

“No, that’s why I’m surprised you would say yes,” Mathias explains, following you with his eyes as you clear up the last remaining tables. He eventually stands up to ask this. “What makes me so different?”

The truth is, you sense that he’s a good person, and he’s shocked when you tell him. He tries to see himself in your eyes, and in turn, discovers a whole new side. Thanks to your willingness to engage with him on his level, he gets in touch with the more vulnerable parts of his character. He drops his guard, and feels strangely human.

He starts seeing you in secret. The moment he gets the chance, he disappears from the palace and makes a discrete trip to your home. His alibi? The same thing he’s been doing the whole time. He’ll always show up with flowers and other gifts, but more importantly, an empty stomach, having developed an appetite for your simple cooking.

“So, what are we having for dinner today?” He rubs his hands expectantly as he peers over your shoulder.

“Pickled fish,” You hum.

“Can I help?” He lights up, rolling his sleeves.

“You can help me by staying out of the kitchen.”

He’s very playful. Rolling around with you in the grass, pretending to bite you like a frenzied dog, it’s a timeless romance that transcends the ages. He can play with you like a child but love you like a woman, so being with him feels like a dream. His presence is just so fulfilling you can’t imagine asking for more, but he just keeps surprising you.

He spoils you. His generosity is magnanimous, pampering you with jewelry, dresses, homeware, and everything you could ever need, and more. Mathias imagines himself to be the solution to all your problems, and takes great pride in using his privilege to help you. Little does he know, it’s the one thing that drives a wedge between you both.

“This is really nice and all, but—”

Mathias is taking you to store after store, fishing out anything he thinks would look good on you. And he isn’t picky, or shy, for that matter. He will watch your silhouette behind the paper screen until you finish.

“—this is a bit much, don’t you think?” You appear from the side of the screen in a revealing jade dress, cheeks flushed. “I don’t need all these things, and besides, I could never pay you back if I tried.”

“Why would you pay me back?” He questions.

“I’m just saying,” You reply, sliding your hands in his. “It always feels like we’re from different worlds, Mat.”

He takes that statement personally and becomes cautious about protecting his identity. You hold him to a high enough regard already, and he’s only revealed so much — that he’s an aristocrat. Even then, you’re still wary of the class difference that sets you two apart. Mathias is destined for greatness, but this is all you’ll ever be. Imagine how you’d react if you found out he was the king.

He’s afraid that he’ll scare you off. All rulers have blood on their hands, a ruthlessness that evades the ordinary man. You would be heartbroken if Mathias were anything of such, and he knows. He only wants you to see him as the person he is when he’s with you. Kind, gentle, and passionate. You make feel like a man, and when he feels like a man, it fills him with a carnal sense of purpose.

He’s sensual at heart, so he can’t go without it. Not without you, or the intoxicating completion you give him. So when you start pulling away, he’ll feel the whips of panic because a part of him is slipping away. Every interaction you have with him will become emotionally charged. Mathias chases you like crazy, but you withhold from him, causing him to have frequent bursts of passion.

“I thought we talked about this—”

“—No, I thought we talked about this. You said you loved me, and now you’re not gonna marry me?” Mathias sits up out of alarm, then stares at you like you just betrayed him, because to him, you have.

When you argue

There’s no arguing with Mathias. When he wants it his way, he’ll eventually get it. And in that same breath, you can never stay mad at him, allowing for a vicious cycle that never ends. Something about him just gets you to forgive him before he even does anything. It doesn’t matter what the argument is about, or how bad it gets, because it’s guaranteed you’ll be kissing him by nightfall, and he’ll be making love to you until sunrise.

“What’s makes us so different to each other?”

“You know why,” You rub the tears from your eyes as you rush down the stairs. “I’m not your equal. I don’t have money, I can barely read, and I don’t know anything about the things that are important to you!”

“Those are trivial things! And they’re nothing I can’t give or teach you!” He runs in front of you, talking excitedly. And he believes in every word he speaks. “The fact that we’re arguing makes us equals!”

No matter how outlandish.

“It doesn’t work that way, Mathias!”

He uses sex to his advantage. You know touch is his love language, so it becomes hard to resist, especially after a bad fight. The tension calls for a hard release of it, which he does through a hot and raw pounding. It gives him the safety and reassurance that you will always love him, and he’s addicted to it like a drug. Don’t be surprised that he starts picking fights just for the sake of it.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, okay?” He pants over you, moving his pelvis back and forth in fluid thrusts.

“You wouldn’t dare,” You breathe under him.

“I would,” Mathias speeds up to a pace that gets his face to contort from a pleasure so good, it looked like he was in pain. He was going so hard and deep, his orgasm came in seconds, arriving in strong jets that fills you to the brim. And he’s not letting you go until every last drop of it is pumped into your womb.

He wrecks boundaries and shatters your mind in the process. He can’t handle distance, let alone tension, and will force his way into your world. You can’t help but let him, too helplessly in love with his smile and memory. He seems nurturing and giving, when really, he takes just as much, and if not, more. You don’t always realize that, and lose yourself as well as your ability to say no.

The King

He has a fierce intelligence that intimidates. Not only does he have one of the greatest military minds of all time, there is no taking advantage of him in political exchanges. He can read anyone with a single glance, then find a way to get out on top. It’s all in his slick grin, which goes away in an instant. Making it obvious he’s hiding his amusement is just how he mocks his enemies.

Mathias is above the system. He doesn’t abide by existing power or religious structures if he thinks they’re useless. Sailing west into an open ocean, guiding his people to enlightenment and discovery. Questioning rulers, then going so far as to overthrow them. He’s a dark horse when it comes to challenging the natural order, a master of annexation, a force to be reckoned with.

He treats those below him with respect. He will look anyone in the eye to speak to them on their level, no matter who. He’s not pretentious at all, but very understanding of people from all walks of life. Kind to the poor, merciless to the rich. Civilians are cared for by their king and love him for it, but the same can’t be said for high society. Not that they have anything to say about it.

Mathias is uncensored to violence. He wouldn’t bat an eye at the inside of someone’s skull, heads rolling, or spilled guts. As a king, he’s seen it all. He fights with his men like the God of war for all his incorruptible dreams, so every battle serves a divine purpose. If it means he can give his people a better life, give you a better life, he would gladly take it away all the same without hesitation.

And yet, when you come around, his invincibility, sharpness, everything that makes him ruthless, goes away instantly. That impenetrable exterior his enemies work tirelessly to get past, is broken. He returns to who he is at his core, a kind, gentle, and curious man because you see him as such. Being with you is like rising to the surface and taking a breath for the first time, constantly.

For this, he can never stop thinking about you. Every waking hour of the day, you’re on his mind. With the rush of politics and warfare, all he wants is to drown in your love, beauty, and femininity. You are the light to the darkness that pervades the world, your presence a sacred haven in all the chaos. It’s no wonder the world is made for two, because he can’t understand it without you.

That’s why he’s such an intense lover. Mathias will show up to your doorstep uninvited and beg for your attention like he’s starving for it, because there’s no other way to describe such a feeling. Whether it’s through talking, touching, or kissing, the way he looks at you is how all girls want to be looked at — a look with so much love, you can hardly return it. But he makes you every time.

He can stay calm even in times of conflict and crises. He knows when he’s in control, and this has served him well for many years. But if he does lose his head, it’s when you’re caught in the crossfire. He will do anything to keep you safe, even if he has to sacrifice thousands of others. He wouldn’t just go to war for you like other men, he would wage them. Start them. Finish them.

His dedication is the stuff of myths and legends, because if it came down to it, he would venture to the depths of the underworld to rescue you from the dead. Slay monsters to prove his worth. Challenge Gods. Nothing is bigger than his love for you, and he’ll make the whole world feel it. What he has with you is for the history books, epics, and sagas, but he’d prefer privacy over all.

You are his only weakness, so if someone caught wind of the king’s secret lover, everything would be over. Unfortunately, he gets too carried away by going to your home too often. To protect you, he has no choice but to reveal his identity and take you back to the palace. Dressed up in his most extravagant robes, he knocks on your door with a band of soldiers surrounding the property.

When you answer, the first thing you see is Mathias in his crown, and behind him, the royal guard. Your heart sinks as everything clicks. Why he was always so secretive, why he was always so adamant that you were his equal, his other half. Why the court advisors bowed before him despite being the highest ranking officials in the state, because he was above everyone and everything, all except for the Gods themselves.

“Let me explain.” He tells you, brows raised.

“I knew it,” You utter, slamming the door in his face. But nobody simply shuts out the king, not even you. That reality sinks in as he stays outside your home, asserting he has no intention to leave without you.

The honeymoon

The first week is the toughest. You feel betrayed and overwhelmed by who Mathias is, so you refuse to see him. He’s very understanding at first, and prepares a separate room just for you. It’s fully furnished, lavishly decorated, and filled with everything you’ve ever laid your eyes on. He’s been thinking of you all this time, yearning to be with you, but you have yet to give in. This isn’t the man you thought you knew, and yet, some part of you always suspected he’d turn out this way. He seemed too good to be true, and he was. After all, every force has an equal and opposite reaction, where his love for you alone goes head to head with his ruthlessness.

He tries to find you around the palace, which is perfect for when you eventually get cabin fever. You roam the palace grounds out of curiosity, even joining some of the servants in the kitchen. Mathias would never show up in a place like that, and that serves you well for a few days. You feel like yourself again and all is well, that is, until you run into him in the orchard, picking apples for himself. It’s the second time you’ve made the crucial mistake of thinking of him as any other king when he isn’t. No chore is too low for him to do, no place too filthy for him to be. You both stare at each other, eyes wide. Without a single word exchanged, you turn around and run off.

“Will you at least have dinner with me?” He calls out to you, watching your back grow smaller and smaller.

“I’m quite fine, thank you.”

“Please?” Mathias softens his voice. “I miss you.”

You can’t resist him, especially when he talks and looks at you like that. The man you thought you knew is still in there, and it sucks you in like a rip. You join him in the dining hall and have a meal together, even if it’s a silent one. You’re keen on leaving right after, but he’s quick to notice that. He’s never wrong when it comes to reading your body language, even when you were being subtle about it. Turns out, with him, nothing is subtle. He catches you before you get far, grabbing your hand and pulling you back. “I’m still the same person you love, so will you just stay with me?”

Mathias is sneaky. He’s really good at reeling you in and letting you think you’re pushing him away. And he gets closer the more he keeps doing it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, while looking like he doesn’t. His innocent act is more effective than you’re led on to believe, because you fall for it every time. Every interaction with him has a catch, just like the dinner that came with a stroll. And now, you’re in his bed a week after telling him you want to sleep separately. You only realize your mistake three nights in, curled up tightly in his arms, staring up at his tired, smiling face.

“What am I gonna do with you?” You whisper.

“The same thing you’ve always done.” He answers.

He’s comfortable in his natural state. Mathias has the body of a warrior, his skin scarred by all the blades that have touched him. Otherwise, he’s an impressive specimen produced from years of battle and good genes. Large, muscular, and well-endowed. If the weather allows for it, he’ll relax in the bedroom buck naked, and talk to you as casually as he would with clothes on. He doesn’t feel any shame or embarrassment when he’s so familiar with you. He can also work up quite a stink, so he makes it a point to chase you around for a hug. And he catches you every time.

He expects you to join him for breakfast and dinner everyday. Mathias has a lot of business to attend to in between, but wants you to be the first and last thing he sees. Waking up and falling asleep beside you isn’t enough. He also insists on taking all his baths with you, so you ought to get used to being naked around him. He’s the type to stare, and so much that it’s embarrassing, but he always makes sure to remind you how beautiful you are. He may be a handful, but he just wants you to be as comfortable around him as you can so you both can be like two peas in a pod.

“It’s not like I haven’t already seen every inch of you, so don’t be shy,” He wades over to you in the pool.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t stop refreshing your memory.” You splash his face, cackling. “Have some manners!”

He tutors you. Granted, it took a lot of convincing on your end, but you can’t deny that you want to be closer to him, and this is how. He teaches you all about his duties, as well as math, science, and literacy. You didn’t go to school, but he wants to involve you in official business as you’ll be his most trusted partner in the future. And if he sends letters, you need to be able to read them. He’s been elevating you this whole time, hoping that you gain the confidence to stand by his side one day. And when that day comes, he’ll propose to you in a way that feels so natural, you won’t hesitate to accept. If you see him smiling at you over nothing, that’s what he’s thinking about. You’re going to be this nation’s most beloved queen one day, and he can’t wait for it to come.

The night of your wedding, he will carry you to his chambers to consummate it. He doesn’t think of it as a duty wherein he needs to produce heirs, but something he’s been wanting to do for ages. Starting a family with you, if he didn’t already get you pregnant from all the unprotected sex he’s been having with you for months. But tradition is tradition, and there won’t be another opportunity as romantic as this. You’ll be ravished all night, taking him until your insides ache and you get sick of his taste. He has a penchant for all kinds of sex, but combined with his ox-like stamina and insatiable appetite, he could go at it forever.

Mathias would want to reincarnate by your side, finding you again and again in endless rebirths. In the dark ages where life is short and death is always near, having you just once isn’t enough. So after conquering the mortal world and making it perfect for you, he will search for answers to the question that needs answering. What comes after death, and if you’ll be there, waiting for him. It’s strange. He has dreams of having different lives, each more vivid than the last. Sometimes a dashing prince, other times, a champion boxer. He doesn’t understand what he experiences, but the thing about dreams is that they always make sense when he’s in them. So maybe, it’ll come to him one day, even if it’s thousands of years later.

[scrtagnthamster]

Season 5 Lena

I've seen people say before that Lena should just get over her hurt feelings about the identity reveal and that she wasn't owed Kara's secret.

Please remember this isn't about who was right or wrong or even blame, I'm only trying to explain a possible reason Lena made Non Nocere. Not excusing it. Not blaming anyone. Just what did Lena's thought process look like? How did we reach the conclusion we are given.

I didn't view Non Nocere as her being angry that Kara was Supergirl and that there was a secret. I see her being angry for how she was treated. Supergirl treated her differently than Kara Danvers did. Kara Danvers said she would always be there for Lena. Supergirl had Lena's boyfriend spy on her.

Supergirl said Lena couldn't be trusted to do the right thing because of her family. Kara said Lena's family didn't define her. Well who is telling the truth? It's this back and forth, what do you really feel, that caused Lena to make Non Nocere. So no one else would have to go through this. Everyone would know where they stand with anyone.

Was it the right thing to do? I don't know, it's morally gray, does the end justify the means?

Should they have just talked? Yes. Why didn't they? Remember where Lena grew up, the Luthor's didn't provide the environment where discussing feelings was safe. Talking about feelings was shameful even. If someone wronged you, your response should be was to revenge. Lena posted a girl's diary in school and Lilian said she'd never been prouder.

As an adult she should know better. We learn this stuff as kids, but it takes hard work to get away from and people will stumble on the way as they learn. We aren't perfect.

Also an important thing to remember: It's fictional. It's a TV show and the writer's job is to make an interesting story and draw people in. To make money. Talking about the issue would have fixed the problem in, say, 3 episodes. But having a character stumble and make bad choices, well you can milk a whole season out of that.

Not ever thing is a person A is right and B is wrong or A is wrong and B is right. Both have flaws. Both can be wrong. Both can be right. One person maybe wrong on some stuff but right on other stuff. Life is complicated and messy.

[janus-cadet]

The second card according to last week's poll- Husker, our dear old cat man, as The Hermit! It's also the eleventh card for the Hazbin/Helluva fandom. Which is- the most consistent I ever been in drawing for a fandom? Hurray!

The next one, Adam, is already decided- but I'm planning to do two more cards before maybe, eventually, taking a break. So, before we go under the cut for the explanations for the choice of card...

Yes indeedy. It's the mothers' poll.

Back to the grumpy old man!

The Hermit Upright is a card strongly linked to self-discovery and inner wisdom. It invites you to retreat into your private world and experience a deep sense of instrospection- a journey you have to do alone, to find you inner guiding light, and choose the next steps you'll have to take.

It might seem strange to chose Husk to represent it- but as much as his character seems stand-offish and disgruntled, he does strick me as someone who has done a lot of self-reflecting, and is able to see each other characters' situations with a clarity that no one else, in the show, seems capable of. He is aware of who he is, of what mistakes he make: this is a man who knows himself, and who finds wisdom in his own flaws.

And much as the Hermit of the card, he's a man who walked on this path alone (thinking that no one could relate- prefering the quiet and the solitude to the company) until he reached the point when he was ready to let others in, albeit in a small, careful way. Finding, despite himself, a place in the small group of the hotel, and a soulmate in Angel.

But the Hermit card often appears when you are at a pivotal point in your life, and maybe considering a new direction. Would that be, for example... redemption? Now, Husker is not quite there yet- but it's undeniable that his mere involvement with the hotel places him on a pivotal point in life, and one that encourages him to deepen his self-examination. This time to also accept the good in himself, and re-evaluate his personnal goals.

Finally, the Hermit may appear in your life as a spiritual mentor- one that may be an expert in his own right (a wise old bartender, who've seen it all), but who will teach you to find your answers within yourself. Which. Loser, Baby.

Okay, it's a lot of talking already. Bear with me, we're now going on the Reverse Hermit.

For as much as I feel like Husk's character is the most in-tune with himself, the struggles is still undeniable. The Reversed Hermit, therefore, encourages you to search deep within your sould, to help you find your way again, to find your way out of the bottle, and focus on rebuilding yourself. You may be damaged, but you can still go on with your life, and improve your situation; it all starts by working on yourself. Be careful not to isolate yourself too much, too. You should not be fully cutting yourself off from others, like a literal Hermit; do not underestimate the value of the connections you can form with people around you. And really, our dear Husker is getting there!

The Hermit Reversed can also indicate an unwelcome isolation in your relationship: one person may want to be alone or withdraw from the relationship, while the other wants to deepen the connection. You will need to respect each other's request for space (not by pushing your partner off his chair, Husker), but also be there to support as appropriate.

And that's it for today! We'll see each other again tomorrow, when I'll drop the first man himself- Adam, as the King of Pentacles. I hope this silly bird would apreciate the irony.

This is not, actually, the first time I drew the Hermit- but the first one, eh, I really did not like it. So, Husker becomes the official Hermit of the deck!

(If you have time,consider checking my friend @mimmixerenard 's version of humanized!Husker, it's very very good. Here is the link)

[staytinyville]

Hyunjin

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↣ Summary: With a new section of your college art class coming up, you were worried that you wouldn’t get the painting the right way you wanted. At least not the right way the model would want it. Hyunjin was there to tell you an artist only paints what they see even if others do not. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x gn!reader

↣ Genre: smut (m)

↣ AU/Trope info: college!au, artist!au, 

↣ Word Count: 1.5k

↣ Warnings: lots of teasing, unprotected sex (we don’t do that here),

↣ A/N: Artist!Hunjin and the aspect of a nude painting. Yes please. Also I feel I write my smut too emotional.

THE HIEROPHANT

Spiritual Wisdom, Religious Beliefs, Conformity, Tradition, Institutions

Just like everyone else, you have your own personal beliefs and with this card it tells you that you need to understand them before all else. Go in depth into what you want to know or what you already know. There is a lot of knowledge out there waiting to be discovered.

You can work alone or work with a mentor who can help you to understand these beliefs. If not you yourself can be taking on the role of mentor for liked minded people.

A lot of this card is about your inner thoughts and what you truly think about the world. You should always stick to what you believe even if others are pushing for different things.

V THE HIEROPHANT

“For our next section, we will be going over nude art.” Your teacher began as the entire class was picking up their supplies. “You all have signed a waiver at the beginning of the course explaining it, so those of you who will not be doing it shall go to another course for the time being.”

You dropped your shoulders as you began to sag. You continued on packing, trying to come up with the best solution to the problem you were facing. You were having doubts about what to do with this new section. While you had signed the waiver that you would be participating in this section of the course, you were doubting your artistic abilities. 

“You alright?” Your friend Hyunjin asked you.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You turned to him. “I just don't know how to work with nude drawings.”

“Have you not seen someone nude?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Oh god, no.” You laughed. “I just don't feel confident enough in drawing certain assets.” You swung your backpack over your shoulder, waiting for him to lead you out of the room. 

“I can help you. If you would like.” He gave you a kind smile. 

“You don't have to, Jinnie.” You told him softly. 

“It's okay.” He told you one last time. “We can practice with each other?”

Your eyebrows raised and a blush began to settle on your cheeks. “Sure.”

You were getting your sketch pad ready as Hyunjin did the same on the floor of your living room. You had explained to him that it would be best to just do it in an open space in order to catch everything about the natural body. 

While getting ready Hyunjin asked you why you were scared of drawing people nude. “It's not that I can't draw them, it's just that—I want to be able to capture the perfect image of someone's body.” You explained to him. 

“How so?” He questioned, turning to face you. 

“Everyone is so unique and pretty in their own way.” You sighed. “I know it's just for a grade but it intimidates me to not get someone perfectly.”

“You see people the way you see them.” Hyunjin placed his sketch pad down, getting up before helping you come to a stand. “What someone might see as imperfect you will see as beautiful.” He told you.

“You can paint someone any which way and to the person you have painted it won't look like them. Allow me to paint you.” He asked. 

“Hyunjin—” You tried to cover the blush that ran through your body. 

“Please?” He whispered, coming closer to you. “Just so you can see how I see you.”

The warmth spread through your being as he stared down at you with an intense look. 

“Okay.” You whispered to him. 

He gave you a reassuring smile, taking your hand to calm you down. As he turned you around, your breathing was turning shallow as anticipation creeped into your skin. His hands skimmed down to the hem of your shirt, his fingers teasing your skin as he slowly began to bring it up and over your head. 

He continued on his movements, snapping the clasp of your bra off and allowing it to fall from your body. You gasped quietly, quickly moving to cover up. He didn’t make you take your arms away, instead he only pulled you closer to his chest, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. 

“I’m not going to do something you don’t want.” He told you. “If you want me to stop I will respect your wishes.”

You took a few breaths in before shaking your head. “No.” You whispered out. 

You felt him nod slowly over your shoulder before he continued. He went for your pants next, pinkie dipping into the waistband before the rest of his fingers followed. The fell over your hips, pulling further down as his hands skimmed over your thighs. You could feel the goosebumps forming on your skin from how slow he had been going making sure you felt everything he was doing. 

Once everything was completely off of you, you waited for him to tell you what to do next. “You can lay down now.” He whispered to you. “I’ll show you what you look like to me.”

And so you laid down on the couch, you knee bent to cover up your core while your nipples were stiffed to peaks. As you dropped your head back and faced the ceiling, you flinched when hyunjin came back to you. 

“I’m going to move you.” He told you. 

You gave him a nod, allowing him to touch you. He made you drop your arm off the couch and crossed your ankles.  His fingers skimmed over the inside of your thigh, his breath hitching. If you had thought you were the only one being teased, it seemed he was struggling as well. 

With his other hand, he moved it under your back, making you arch up from his touch. His breath fanned over your chest, making your breath hitch. Hyunjin closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recollect himself. 

“I’ll try to be as quick as possible.” He whispered, his tone breathy. 

You tried to keep your back arched as much as you could, but sometimes you would fall back down. However Hyunjin didn’t try to argue with you about it, he knew you would return to the original position eventually. 

He was having trouble as well though. It seemed to prove much more difficult each time you would wither on the couch as your nerves were on fire from his eyes. There was a point where Hyunjin had to tell himself to finish first and then he could do what he wanted. And as he erased the last bits your body that would make it perfect, he slammed the sektch book down and quickly stood up. 

“Hyunjin-” You were cut off as the man attached his lips to yours hungrily. 

His cold hands found themselves pushing into your ribs, his thumb brushing against your nipple as the other held him up by the arm of the couch. When he was pulling back, you were quick to follow, raising up. He didn’t let you get far though as he quickly placed one leg over your waist and pushed you back down. 

“You have no idea how it is I see you.” He whispered against your lips. “But maybe this can help you.”

He took your hand and quickly placed it on his bulge. You swallowed as your mouth became dry, tongue licking at your lips. 

“Hyunjin.” You whispered. 

“What do you want?’ He asked you. 

“I want you.” You answered breathlessly. 

“You have me.”

He quickly unzipped his pants, shoving them down to allow his cock free. He huffed out from the pressure that left him, feeling better. He placed your knees under his arms, leaning forward as his length fell between your lips. You gasped out at the heat, feeling the stretch from the position. 

He took off his shirt quickly, placing a hand on his length as he lined himself up. He dragged it along your slit for a few moments, allowing himself to close his eyes at the wetness between your legs. 

And when you began to whine, he shoved himself forward. You cried out, placing your hands on his shoulders to hold onto something. He groaned deeply at how you clenched around him for a moment. His pants were close to your ear as he leaned forward and put you into a mating press. His knee was digging into the couch while his other leg was planted on the floor. 

“Just look at me, baby.” He breathed against your lips. 

Your eyes opened halfway taking in the sight of the sweat that was beginning to form on his forehead. When his hips began to move forward all you could think about were his movements and his name. 

“Hyunjin.” You cried out, throat going dry. 

“I know, baby.” He huffed out. “I know.”

Your high was approaching quickly as his hips were suddenly angled upwards, hitting that sweet spot within you. You began to cry out this time, grunting from the pressure. Hyunjin groaned out and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you clenched tightly around him. 

He began to huff and leaned away from your body as you orgasm fell from you and his cock began to tighten up. He was quick to pull out, mouth hung wide open as he let go of himself onto your stomach fingers moving to keep you stuffed as you rode out your own orgasm. 

With the way you looked all fucked out and with his seed painted on you, Hyunjin suddenly felt a bout of energy. He reached over to grab his sketchbook, causing you to look at him confused as you were still withering a bit. 

“You look even better with me all over you.”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @sandsofire , @k-vanity

[dangermousie]

I think what breaks my heart so utterly is how GOOD Jung Woo was.

In this flashback, he sees Su Oh being bullied/abused and even SO's own brother is hiding, too scared to intervene, and he RUNS in.

He has zero fighting skill or ability, so it's not one of those "I know I can win" scenarios. No, it's just he can't see a quasi-cousin being abused. When the bullies start beating the crap out of them, he COVERS SU OH WITH HIS OWN BODY and keeps asking him if he's OK since he knows Su Oh is not neurotypical and because of his particular condition is more prone to freaking out about this than someone else would.

Like.

This kid was genuine sunshine.

And the town fucked him over.

Jung Woo's character really does show the fallacy of the just world theory, the way people victim blame and say "but if they did x/y, they wouldn't get in trouble."

Jung Woo is a good person, yes. But he's also smart, he fits in, he has all his social skills, he's from a solidly middle class family. You can't ever say "well, he's an outcast/outsider/makes enemies/is not neurotypical in a prejudiced society/etc etc etc etc."

And none of it helps, none of it saves him.

Because yes, you can try to reduce risks of becoming a victim to some degree, at least for certain things (for example, if you don't wander around with money plastered all over your clothes in a bad part of town in the middle of the night, you are likely to be safer than if you do), but you cannot eliminate them. And sometimes you do everything right and you suffer anyway because it takes more than one to tango - and if someone(s) decide to target you, to make you suffer for whatever reason, then guess what? There is limited things you can do.

It's such an interesting, raw narrative to me. Because I am a big fan of "wrongly accused person tries to prove innocence" subgenre and in a lot of those stories, the unfortunate victim stood out - Bad Guys and Flower of Evil MLs were not neurotypical and had unusual backgrounds so they stood out to those around them as “other” and that got exploited, in Mask the ML was targeted because of his specific identity and as part of family take over, in others (like Nice Guy), the person is related to the actual perp and either chooses to help or is framed by them due to relationship. It's not even like all those "wrong person at the wrong time" narratives like Padam Padam or 8million others unless one views the entire town as "wrong place wrong time." Because sometimes there is at most an illusion of control - and none in reality.

I mean about the only thing he’s done that anyone can even point to is he got drunk inside his own house and went to sleep. Which is fully legal and not even a risky behavior. I mean let’s face it - he remembers nothing about what he did that night not because he drank enough to black out but because he has nothing to remember - he just slept the night away in a normal fashion.

The horror of JW's story is that he has done nothing risky, nothing wrong, nothing to stand out, nothing to draw notice, nothing nothing nothing NOTHING and his life got destroyed anyway.

[redux-iterum]

man. i really do love the way you’ve handled tigerclaw— he’s still a bastard, but he’s a bastard who GENUINELY thinks he’s doing right by his clan, his family. the shift in motivation from “i want to conquer the whole forest as a tyrannical dictator” to “i want to isolate thunderclan from its neighbors so it can be restored to it’s former glory and flourish” is WAY more impactful, imo. i also think there’s something to be said about how he’s (maybe) willing to exempt fireheart— whose entire character has been about BUILDING bridges between thunderclan and the rest of the forest— from his hitlist and make a hypocrite of himself because he and goldenflower have a fondness for him. i choose to believe that tigerclaw is still proud of the way fireheart stands up for what he believes in, even if it is conflicting with his own goals.

tldr; loving the direction of this so far. thank you guys for all your hard work!! looking forward to my heart continually being broken in the future <3

Figured answering these two together would be ideal.

It’s excellent to hear the enthusiasm and kind words, thank you! I’ve been stowing away this discussion about Tigerclaw and Fireheart for a while, and now I get to blather!

People have brought up that Tigerclaw choosing not to hurt Fireheart is unusual, since Fireheart’s the one that’s soft to outsiders and has been on track to softening the entire Clan as well, and Tigerclaw is against that. The reason for this requires a bit of a tangent.

Tigerclaw initially was a bit emotionally distant with all his Clanmates, save Goldenflower (for the most part). Not in the sense of “I don’t care about any of you”, but more like “I care about you, but I’m not so attached that I can’t kill you to save everyone else”. He’s had the thought in his mind for years that he could be a better leader than the one everyone already loves, that these cats had impaired judgement and couldn’t do what needs to be done, that he didn’t want to commit to having a family because that could get in the way of his silent and righteous crusade. He cared for his Clanmates, but his heart was careful not to get too close to anyone, even, to a very small extent, Goldenflower. What if he needed to put her out of the way too?

And then Fireheart happened.

Initially, Tigerclaw didn’t care about him. It’s some kittypet who has a tiny bit of potential. Big whoop. He was under the category of “to be Handled if he gets too uppity and does the wrong thing”, and Tigerclaw expected he’d stay there forever. That was fine and easy, even if Goldenflower got attached to him. He could kill Lionface if he needed to, why would he be unable to take out a shrimpy outsider just because his mate likes him?

The thing is, Fireheart’s got this annoying little talent of drawing out people’s kindness and affection without even trying. We’ve seen his own gentle, broad love for everyone around him, even those he just met and knows nothing about beyond them needing help from a stranger. He is overflowing goodness and fondness and empathy in a somewhat compact ginger body, and you can’t break that or scare that out of him. And somehow, with that infallible bravery to keep being kind and polite, he manages to worm his way into the core of another cat and soothingly convince them, even unconsciously, to offer a nice word to someone they don’t like, or maybe ask a Clanmate if they’re doing okay when they think they don’t care, or even just blink trustingly to calm a frightened and starving outsider they should be chasing away. It’s difficult to catch him doing it, but as we’ll see in the rest of the series, it’s a gradual, unstoppable infection.

This talent is what made everyone (well, except for Darkstripe, but he doesn’t like anybody) so fond of him, even if they preemptively think he’s just a dumb kittypet who needs to toughen up. Frostfur is a good example: she went from apathy and disdain to offering him silent support when he brought Cloudkit home and actively partaking in conversation with him when he approached her, just over the course of this book. All he had to do was, like I said, be kind and polite, and he gradually broke down even her walls. Charred Legacy, the next book, will go more into this, so I’ll save the details for now, but my point is that Fireheart is really damn good at making his Clanmates and friends care about him and others.

How troubling (and mildly amusing) it was to Tigerclaw to find that he wasn’t exempt from this. And how amazed he was to find that coming to care for this little outsider his mate was eager to adopt opened up a whole new world for him. Maybe having kits wasn’t so bad. Maybe he could be a father and still do what he needed to do, and maybe his family didn’t need to get hurt in the process. Maybe Goldenflower was more precious to him than he realized, and maybe Fireheart was someone he could see as a son, and be proud to do so.

What Tigerclaw failed to account for is that attachment complicates things. You might have to kill someone – but no, now you come up with excuses not to. They’re just misguided, you can fix them with a couple conversations. You don’t have to take them out. They’re your family! And your family is important! Surely you can let them live, just these particular cats. You can change their minds. They’ll understand and appreciate your goal in time. It’ll be just fine, you know it.

And so it went, deeper and deeper, until his twisted mind was able to justify not hurting Fireheart ever, solely because he’s his son, and his son deserves to live no matter what. In the same way he thought of his more “dangerous” Clanmates as a liability even if they didn’t really do anything wrong, he thought of his mate and son as essential to ThunderClan, even if they went against his ideals.

He never did see the hypocrisy in that. And even to the end, he never even dreamed of hurting Fireheart.

That’s his son, you know?

[roosterr]

guardian angel ✹ ch 4

note: ran out of nik gifs lol. this chapter beat my ass, it took me so much longer to write than the others, im actually kinda glad its over with lmao. but anyway, this is the final part in the series, so i really hope you enjoy!!

pairing: nikolai x gn!reader

word count: 3.9k

no use of y/n, no description of reader

readers callsign in kilo '0-9'

summary: you find yourself in the middle of the lions den, with no real idea of when, or if, help will arrive. you better hope nikolai finds you fast, or you might not live another day to endure his less than appropriate flirting.

warnings: canon-typical violence, descriptions of injuries, minor character death, a little bit of angst, also a little bit of fluff, poor duolingo knowledge of russian, nik still flirting with you even though you're both kinda dying,

ao3

[three]

sitting tight in the back of the van, kattan opposite you staring holes into your head, it starts to seem more and more like you're missing something. he's watching at you with a look that's a lot more satisfied than it should be. you're already aware that you fucked up by getting in the van, but then you were under the impression that you were in control. now however, with every passing second, every bump on the road, you feel it slipping through your fingers.

as the van slowed to a stop, it became clear to you that waiting for backup to arrive was not an option – you weren't even sure they'd be able to find you, but to save your sanity you chose to ignore that thought. you had a job to do, and no matter what was about to happen, you needed to make sure baranov died; you could worry about everything else later, including how you were going to get out of this.

the door slides open to reveal baranov, who sharply gestures for you to get out. with a sideways glance to kattan, you step out into the cold air, skin prickling from the temperature or from the unease you're not sure.

you watch as they share a quick glance, and suddenly you're all too aware of how out of your depth you really are. you're not sure what they communicated, but there's no way it can be good. for a moment, the three of you just stand there, waiting for someone to make the first move, break the silence so tense you can almost feel it weighing you down.

"well?" you ask, raising a brow and looking between them with distrustful glare. they meet eyes again, more obviously this time.

"you wanted to see the weapons, they're inside." kattan says, gesturing to the warehouse behind him. it's surprisingly well kept, looking distinctly less run down than you'd expected, but still you feel the fear building in your chest. you absolutely did not want to go in there, but unless you were prepared to fight them – and however many people they have waiting inside – it looked like that was your only option.

"remember what i said," you begin, curling your nails into your palms so hard your worried you might draw blood, "if you try anything, you'll–" 

"we remember." baranov cuts you off, burning your attempt to stall until you could figure out what to do. "go inside." they way he stares at you, like he sees right through you, right through the mask covering half your face, sets off a fight or flight response in you.

"...you first." you utter, meeting baranov's glare despite the uncomfortable feeling under your skin. he gives you a suspicious, questioning look before you continue, "i don't like people walking behind me."

baranov clicks his tongue, and you see him pointedly roll his eyes as he turns around and marches through the door into the warehouse. kattan stays put, regarding you with the same unnerving look from before.

you bring your hands up to your hood, your mind drawing a blank for any more excuses to stall. you sigh quietly, and take a few hesitant steps forward. when kattan sees you move, he turns and goes through the door ahead of you. as you reluctantly follow behind him, you spare a glance back to the road you came down, hoping – praying – that your comrades find you before it's too late.

the inside of the warehouse is filled with various crates and locked containers, which you can only assume are all filled with less than legal merchandise. the lights above you flicker every now and then as you follow kattan deeper into the building. times like this make you wish things could just be easy – if this op had gone to plan, you'd already be sound asleep in your bed by now.

kattan comes to a stop next to baranov, in front of an open crate. "there." kattan crosses his arms over his chest, nodding his head to the crate with a stony expression.

you gulp, taking a cautious step forward and examining the weapons inside. the crate is full of a seemingly random assortment of weapons – not at all what was mentioned in the intel you'd gathered. 

you feel your stomach drop all the way to the floor.

"is there a problem?" baranov snaps. your eyes must've betrayed your thoughts.

you refocus your expression, instilling whatever confidence you have left into your voice as you reply, "this isn't what we agreed–" 

"enough." he cuts you off, taking a stride forward as you step back. "this game has gone on long enough, sergeant." baranov hisses, watching your wide eyes flit between the both of them.

"...right." you mutter, removing your mask and shoving it into your pocket, "i guess i was a little optimistic."

"i'll admit, you're committed. but," kattan steps forward as well, pulling a gun from his waistband and pointing it at you, "i'm afraid that won't save you this time." he gives you a smug smirk as he takes yet another step closer to you.

"afraid not." you grit your teeth, muscles tightly wound as you follow kattan with your eyes. you think back to the look he had in the van earlier, and realise with a surge of anger that they'd both known the entire time.

you look to baranov, closing the weapons crate with his back turned to you. looking back to kattan, with his cocky smirk as he slowly advances on you.

just one more step, a little bit closer–

you swing your arm up, grab kattan's hand holding the gun and push upwards, narrowly missing taking a bullet to the face. he struggles to wrench his arm free, but you pull him forward and use his momentum to shove him to the ground on his stomach. you bend his arm unnaturally behind him, causing him to reflexively loosen his grip, enough for you to snatch the gun from him. without a moment of hesitation, you press the barrel to the back of his ribcage and squeeze the trigger.

the gunshot echoes through the warehouse, and your ears ring with the aftershock.

a wet cough escapes kattan as you push yourself to stand, a pool of crimson already forming underneath his body. you turn around and raise your arm to shoot baranov too, but you find the place where he was standing empty.

"fuck!" you groan, your eyes scanning the area nearby for any trace of where he could've gone. he could be hiding around any corner, and in a warehouse literally filled with guns, you didn't like your odds.

before you could think too much about it however, the sound of heavy footfalls reaches your ears from further into the warehouse. you could tell they were getting closer, and in a split second of panic, you decide to take cover behind a stack of crates before they see you.

just as you duck out of sight, you count five armed men coming around the corner to where you were just standing. you focus on calming your breathing and your rapid heart rate, watching as one of them crouches and inspects kattan's body. the rest of them look around, presumably on the look out for you.

you lean more around the corner, bringing your gun up and pointing the barrel squarely at the man next to kattan's body – the one closest to your hiding spot.

with a deep breath, you pull the trigger and hiss a curse as he moves at the last second and clutches his leg where you hit. you fire two more shots at the others, hitting one in the chest and cursing again as the other narrowly misses your target.

the remaining three finally gather their senses, returning fire at where you hide and forcing you to take cover again. your breathing has picked up again, blood rushing in your ears and drawing out the sound of bullets flying towards you.

there's a pause, but before you can react, a hand grasps your shoulder from behind and slams your shoulder back into the crate. you try to point your gun at the assailant, but he rips it from your grasp and tosses it to the ground out of reach, pointing his own gun at you as you struggle. 

shit– one of baranov's men must've crept up behind you in the chaos.

he shoves you to the ground, restraining your arms behind your back and clicking a pair of cuffs far too tightly around your wrists. he pulls you roughly onto your feet and shoves you back out into the open, where baranov and the other two men stand waiting.

"you two– watch the perimeter." baranov commands, never once taking his chilling glare off of you. the other two nod, before turning and disappearing the way you'd came in.

baranov brings your attention back to him by stepping forward and gathering the front of your hoodie in his fist. for a moment, he holds your stare, giving you that same cold look that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

with a disdainful scoff, he pulls you from the other man's grip and shoves you to the floor again, dropping you aggressively against a metal shelving unit that makes your vision blur as your head collides with it. you blink, ears still ringing and a warm wet feeling growing on the back of your head.

"you are such a pain in my ass, kilo 0-9." he growls, crouching in front of you and watching as you try to regain your senses. a pained groan leaves your throat, and you squint at his unfocused figure at your feet.

"...i try my best," you mumble, subtly tugging at the cuffs binding you. to your frustration, even dislocating your thumb wouldn't help you to get out of them they were so tight. "...but maybe i'm just a natural–"

"заткни пасть!" baranov roars, delivering a harsh slap to your face. your head snaps to the side, your vision once again swimming and the sick feeling in your stomach only growing stronger. "i will make you pay for what you did, you annoying little доносчик." he stands again, his form towering over you and his shadow blocking the flickering light from above.

“i had everything, i was on top of the world. i’d finally gotten everything i’d ever wanted,” he begins, nothing but pure malice in his eyes as he glares down at where you sit, still reeling from your head injury, “until you took it all away from me!”

"and for what? a paycheck? a pathetic little sense of victory?" he spits, kicking your leg as he slowly paces before you. "i worked all my life for that empire! and you burned it all to the ground, like it was nothing!"

you feel hot blood trickle down the back of your neck, the urge to vomit still not leaving you, and you pray to anyone who would listen that somebody finds you soon, because with the way your vision is still blurred at the edges, you don’t think you’ll get out of this on your own.

baranov abruptly stops his pacing, running a had through his hair in an erratic display of anger. “i thought killing you would be enough, that revenge would satisfy me, but i’ve changed my mind, sergeant.” he’s not shouting anymore, instead his voice is low and quiet, but no less threatening. he turns his head to look at you from the corner of his eyes.

“you see, simply killing you would be satisfying, of course. that was my original plan; lure you in with something i know you self-righteous hero types can’t resist,” he says, waving his arms to emphasise his words, “but then it would be over. you would be dead, and you’d never be truly sorry for how you wronged me.”

even through the fog in your mind, you feel a cold dread building inside you. baranov turns to face you fully.

“so, thats why i’ve decided instead to make you suffer.” he crouches down again, closer than he'd been before.

“i will make you watch," he grabs your throat, pulling you closer still, "as i destroy the things you care about, just like you did to me.” his voice is just above a whisper.

“commander karim,” he squeezes your airway, “the american,” squeezing tighter as you desperately try to breathe in, “and of course, your precious little pilot.”

“no…” you wheeze, rattling your cuffs as you squirm in baranov's grasp. the edges of your vision darken for a moment, and you let your unfocused gaze drift from his sharp grin.

behind him, in the shadows of the stacks of crates and shelves, something catches your eye through the blurriness. a glint of reflected light from the yellowish bulb overhead, behind the man who'd dragged you earlier. you seem to be the only one to notice the fourth presence.

“they will all die, because of you.” baranov finally releases you, once again shoving you back against the metal shelving. you cough once, twice, your breaths ragged and eyes glaring daggers at baranov as he stands again to tower over you.

“you won’t…” you draw your legs into your chest, glaring up at him with renewed defiance. he takes one menacing step towards your curled up form, that insufferable smirk still pulling at his lips.

“oh,” he chuckles darkly, “i will.”

you scoff, and with all the force you can muster, you shoot your legs out to collide with one of baranov's ankles. he stumbles back, regaining his balance a few paces away from you, but he's a second too late – the figure in the darkness has already leapt out and sunk their blade into the neck of baranov's guard, ripping it out of his flesh and throwing it in baranov's direction.

you watch as the knife ricochets off a stack of crates and clatters to the ground next to baranov, already struggling to get your cuffed wrists in front of your body in your dazed state. the mystery person tackles baranov before he can fully recover, sending them both tumbling to the ground and grappling for control over the other.

your heart practically soars when you realise it's nik, pinning baranov to the ground and landing a blow to his face that felt extremely personal.

somewhere in the struggle, baranov gets a hold of the knife, swinging his arm and catching nik in the stomach just below his vest before you can warn him. your head is pounding, the ache from being thrown around earlier catching up to you and making it that much harder to focus.

baranov rolls them over, on top of nik now as he clutches the laceration with one hand and resists baranov's attempt to stab him again with the other. a grunt escapes you as you finally manage to get your cuffed wrists over your legs, feeling the muscles in your shoulder stretch painfully – another injury to slow you down, but you couldn't think about that right now.

despite the pain clouding your senses, you push yourself up to crouch, wobbling slightly before you find your balance. for a second you watch the pair grapple with each other on the floor, mind racing to think of a way to help nik without allowing baranov to hurt him any further.

you have to get them off each other, is the only thought you can come up with, so before you can hesitate you launch yourself onto baranov's back, hooking the chain of your cuffs in front of his neck and dragging him backwards with all your weight.

the knife falls to the floor again, out of reach of either of you. with all the strength you can muster, you pull the cuffs towards yourself in an effort to cut off baranov's airway. he thrashes in your hold, desperately trying to wedge his fingers in between the metal and his flesh. but in your slightly concussed state, he manages to catch you off guard and throw his head back, landing a strike to your nose, which stuns you enough for him to rip himself out of your grasp.

your head spins all over again, eyes watering and blurry as you feel baranov twist and pin you beneath him. his hand goes to your neck, and through your distorted vision you see his other pull back in a fist aiming squarely at your face.

you flinch, bracing to be hit, but the impact never comes; nikolai sinks the knife once into the side of his neck, and again into his chest, before grabbing his body and shoving him off of you.

you watch as baranov sputters, your own chest heaving as you take in some much needed air. nik searches through baranovs pockets, pulling back with a tiny silver key in his hand – the key for the handcuffs. he takes your bruised wrists into his hands, his touch unbelievably gentle, unlocking the cuffs and discarding them to the side.

he slumps down beside you, close enough thar his shoulder touches yours, and his hand cradling the stab wound on his stomach. a moment passes where neither of you move, still reeling from your injuries and the fight as you massage the raw skin of your wrists.

"thank you," you murmur once your vision finally stops spinning, shuffling to face nik and placing your hand on his arm, "you saved my life…"

"does that mean i'm your guardian angel now?" he chuckles, groaning when his abdomen shifts painfully. your head pulses, your own injuries catching up to you, but that back of your head seems to have stopped bleeding so you decide it can wait. you'd rather take care of him first anyway.

"i guess it does," you give him a weak smile in return, before undoing the straps of his vest, "now let me patch you up before your bleed to death." he chuckles again, sitting up so you can lift the vest over his head and set it down on the floor. you turn to the side, looking through the different packs until you find the one with basic medical supplies; bandages, disinfectant, and sutures – though you sincerely hoped you wouldn't have to do any stitching.

you hear nik move again, and the shuffle of fabric, and look back at him to find him pulling off his shirt. completely and utterly distracted from what you were doing, you feel an unmistakable heat rise to your face as you study the way his chest rises and falls, a thin sheen of sweat–

"if you wanted to undress me, all you had to do was ask," nik's teasing voice breaks you out of your trance. your eyes snap to his, the amused expression he wears only making the embarrassment worse.

"oh, shush…" you mumble, look back down to the medical supplies in your lap and willing your heart to slow down – he was still injured, you needed to take care of that before it became a problem. you grab his hand and place it on your shoulder, "just tap me if it hurts too much, okay?"

"конечно." he gives you a small, reassuring squeeze. you smile tightly, and begin to disinfect the laceration. thankfully, it wasn't too deep, so you wouldn't have to demonstrate your awful stitching skills. 

despite the circumstances, he looks ethereal above you; his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut, his rippling muscles glistening with sweat and a firm grip on your shoulder. it takes everything in you to concentrate on patching him up instead of gawking at the way the dim light of the warehouse hits the shape of his body.

after successfully stopping the bleeding without getting too distracted, you finish up by securing the gauze with a tight bandage. you look up from your work to find nik already looking at you, with the same look in his eyes from the night before, when you watched the stars together.

"i'm so glad you're okay, милая." nik smiles, cupping the side of your face with the hand not covered in blood. you feel the warmth of him seeping into your clammy skin. his touch has a calming effect on you, instantly soothing your overactive mind.

"i'm glad you found me," you smile back, leaning into his palm and bringing your own hand up to cover his, "sorry for getting us into this mess in the first place." you mutter, your gaze falling to the floor with a twinge of guilt.

"there's no need to apologise, дорогая." he caresses your face with his thumb, tilting your head slightly to bring your eyes back to his. you give him a meek nod, and mirror the tiny smile he wears.

you move to sit next to him again, sighing as you rest against the cold shelves. the two of you sit in relative quiet for a moment or two, listening to your own exhausted breathing and the hum of the lights.

"nice aim, by the way." you nod your head towards baranov's body.

"really?"

"yeah," you reply, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, "knife went right past him."

nik laughs, airy and tired, and lifts his arm to wrap around your shoulders "ah, now you're making fun of me." he chuckles, looking at you with an amused light in his eyes.

"that's the second time you've missed, isn't it?" you tease, feeling his arm tighten around you.

"тихо…" he grumbles, shaking his head with lightheardted disapproval, "but for the record, i'm glad i missed the first time." his gaze softens as he examines your faces, his other hand coming back up to cup the side of your jaw.

"you better be." you murmur, suddenly very aware of his still bare chest as he pulls you closer to him. 

"after all, if i'd shot you," his voice is just above a whisper, the space between you so small you can feel his warm breath on your face. with the hand on your jaw, he brings you even closer, resting his forehead against yours as your eyes flutter closed, "i would never get to do this."

without another moment of hesitation, you feel his lips against yours, passionate yet gentle as you sigh into him. your arm comes up to loop around his neck, his hand moving to the back of your head to press you further into the kiss. you're momentarily reminded of the ache in your head, but it's an afterthought as you press yourself flush against him.

the heat in your chest, your face, your whole body, is burning, heart racing faster than you'd ever felt it as nikolai's mouth moves against yours. you feel his stubble prickle against your skin as he tilts his head further, his tongue swiping across your lips.

when the need for air gets too much, you reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, nikolai chasing your lips and giving you one last peck before you get too far away. he smiles warmly at you, coaxing a similar expression to light up your own face.

"so, are farah and alex coming to get us, or…?"

"my hero…" you whisper, earning a grin for nik as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. you rest your head in the crook of his shoulder and chest, revelling quiet in the moment between the two of you; and for the first time in a long time, you feel a genuine spark of happiness ignite in your chest.

"...бляаты… i will tell them i found you…"

[weaselishmcdiesel]

theres a youtube channel profiting off and lying about ai art and it's pissing me off

@/tendofarms on youtube uses ai art in the thumbnails and videos of their animal crossing compilation videos, claims it to be made by them despite also giving credit to a @/lumasi.png on instagram, who claims it's "a comission." this art is also being sold on merch on the channel's etsy account.

They haven't posted a video in 2 months but to see that they've made money through this scheme really pisses me off. Also the fact that they're attempting to decieve people by creating a fake artist on instagram who posts the ai art. They've attempted to say the art is a blend of original art made in photoshop/illustrator as well as the help of ai art. I dont believe this is true and im going to show your asses why

On their first video, they say

"my normal workflow so far has been to paint backgrounds, then get Ai to help with character design, i bring to photoshop to select my favorites, and put together something from my personal painting combined with my favorite Ai characters. Hope this clears things up :D"

The art in question:

and if you have no issues with it, here are MY issues with it

i'll pretend for a second that this person did make the backgroundand ignore the fucking surreal characters. sure. ok so what the fuck are these details. and also how did the ai manage to match your style so well? it doesnt have a backglog of years of YOUR work, does it?

On another video, they say

"a lot of illustrator/photoshop work went into this art. I used Ai to get ideas for composition and generate some character ideas, still some stuff i wish i improved but i think i got it to a decent final stage. Hope you guys enjoy the art and the mix <3333 love!!!"

the art in question with my notes.

The reason this particular post stands out to me is because in the DESCRIPTION of this video, they say the art was made by @lumasi.png on instagram. So when i go to their account and find this art, i see this

so, ok. was it a commission or did tendyfarms make it using a lot of illustrator/photoshop work. and if they ARE two different people.. wow their styles are so similar thats crazy /sarcastic as fuck

I would also like to point out that @/lumasi.png's first post, one that isnt featured in a tendyfarms video, also reeks of ai.

But maybe this isnt a big issue. Their etsy after all only shows that theyve made 16 sales, and their most popular views sit around 100k views, which probably isnt enough to even earn a stable living from, so who cares.

Just. as someone who listens to a lot of music from youtube mixes/compilations, who also makes art, i feel it's really fucking disrespectful to try and claim art as your own in a space where i go to try and relax or find new musical artists. and it's fucking rampant! i have to check each mix to see if using ai for the art, which i can only really see if i click on the video, giving them a small boost in stats. And if they arent using ai art? theyre probably stealing the art directly from an artist and not giving proper credit. Forget about asking the artist for permission, it's not like countless youtubers have explained how thumbnails are The Most important element of a video. Just go ahead and take someone else's work to give yourself some cash.

I know tumblr users hate generative ai already, but i'd just like to give a little attention to what youtube looks like, and to try and ask for more vigilance, more comments calling out the bullshit. I dont see a lot of comments at all on tendofarm's posts! or any mention of ai can be brushed away with "oh i used ai as well as drawing it myself" :/ you didnt buddy. you just didnt do that.

Idk what the right thing to do is, report their etsy? report their youtube? does either company care? maybe you can tell me

but i should probably say dont harass them. as much as i would like to. just try your best not to give retention to videos that shamelessly and ile about ai. Really look at the videos, really scrutinize if you can spare the time to. thanks

also. is it just me or do the cats in lumasi's pfp and this etsy reviewer's photo look the same. not sure what this could mean. up to you

[yuri-is-online]

Congratulations on your 500 foll and I hope you well.

I would like to request for a friend too, the character would be Azul and Silver. No. 9. Would like to see on their perspective, how they felt that the prefect wasn't invited by the time they came. And unknowingly they talk to prefect, is not like the prefect can say it's them they talking to.

9.You weren't technically invited to this event but it's a Masquerade! It's not like anyone will notice or care if you sneak in, so you do just that and find a really depressed friend of yours lamenting they won't get to dance with their crush.

Thank you my dear, as your friend has requested I have written this strictly from Silver and Azul's point of view. If you are curious about the prefect's point of view, I received a second request for Azul that can be found here. If you or your friend would like another character since Azul was technically already requested you are more than welcome to message me and make another request, there is no time limit on that.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, same music for Azul used in the first part and I have linked them again in case this is the first part you read. Silver is a dense boy. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Azul

What a waste of a night. Even if Crewel hadn't woven some extra magic into these costumes everyone is wearing some extra sort of wig or hat in addition to their mask that means he cannot tell who most of these people are. He can pick out Leona and both of the twins, but Leona can also pick him out and has no problem telling him so. The twins are another matter entirely, but he is content to let them be someone else's headache tonight. Azul seldom wants to be alone, usually he has his work for company, but tonight he has to be here and actually listen to his thoughts.

And his thoughts have drawn him out here to the balcony in an attempt to convince himself he is not upset at the way the Masquerade is turning out.

"Play me a song you're the piano shriiiimpy~" An exasperated sigh draws Azul out from his kitchen, mug clasped in both hands to avoid tempting fate and dropping it if he gets too caught up in the moment. Floyd has apparently taken to misquoting song lyrics to annoy Yuu into ditching their cleaning duties to play the Lounge piano. Again. And again he cannot say he minds no matter what he is going to say to Floyd later. The music begins to soothe his exhaustion, smile flickering into something more genuine and gentle as they fuss about trying to play a song that "fits the atmosphere" that he recognizes as the piano part of a larger jazz piece. He considers moving to close the gap, and any other time seeing someone struggle with something he had so firm a grasp of would be cause enough...

But then Yuu starts to sing, sing about love and guilt in a manner that almost feels targeted directly at his sense of self with how well it suits his establishment. It's perfect, they're perfect and he wants nothing more than to enter and give himself away completely-

And then his mug shatters in his hands from the strength of his longing (certainly not from his grip, that would be undignified) keeping him from playing things by ear, at least for tonight.

There is someone watching him play, he can sense the confusion in their gaze as he turns his thoughts towards a more grounded song. Not that he can bring himself to make it less longing. The stranger claps politely, clearly not having intended to stay so long but to leave now would be awkward. And Azul excels at punishing the awkward.

"I am sorry for interrupting you." Tries the stranger and Azul laughs to himself slightly. Oh he bets they are.

"Oh it's no trouble really." Azul stands in an attempt to appear unbothered, sticking the landing in a way that does fill him with a degree of pride. He would have struggled with using his legs like this just a year ago and now he practically appears human. "I was just helping myself, really what were the hosts thinking leaving such a lovely piano out here all alone? It's practically begging to be played."

"Of course." The person shifts, not wanting to be impolite but also not wanting to stay and talk much longer. That suits him just fine, go and leave him to his longing, he has a white whale to pine after. "You chose such a unique song for it too, I couldn't help but be distracted." He fails to hide his emotion for just a moment, hand involuntarily dropping back to the keys tempted to begin his playing anew. How happy it would make him if Yuu was the one to say that.

"It is isn't it." It would make all of it worth it. "A... friend of mine taught it to me." It's a lie, but that's most of what he does, a thought that draws him away from the conversation and into his own mind. This person will forget this conversation and be unable to recall the tune, so what harm is there in telling the truth? "I have been practicing it for them. For tonight." Because he had. He had been planning to get Yuu alone, the Masquerade had been a convenient setting to set the mood. He would find them and keep their attention for the night, dance with them, talk with them from under his mask but keep things light so there was some plausible deniability when midnight struck and the masks were removed.

"I should let you get back to them then." The stranger bows gently, content that their obligations have been fulfilled and to leave him to his... he is not sulking but there is a chance this uneducated person might misinterpret his tone as something similar to that.

"They're not here sadly. No thanks to me, if only they had thought to ask for my help..." He knows why they didn't, but it still stings. But does he have anyone to blame for this but himself? He might see the prefect as a student just like any other, but Crowley doesn't. Maybe he could have gotten away with asking Yuu on a date, make things awkward enough for the Headmage that he had to allow it, but then he would have had to ask Crewel for permission and he never would have gotten that. The music returns to his fingers, even as the stranger walks away. He should keep up the pretext, play the Mermaid Princess's song so no one can use this against him or target the prefect. But he has to know why-

"It's got to be an important song to them if they remembered how to play it... right?" He mutters it to himself, but he wants so desperately to know. If he had succeeded, if Yuu had been invited and they had gotten to dance until the end of the ball...

If he had taken them back to the lounge and played it for them, complete with the words, would it have made the impact he wanted? Or was he making assumptions again. He doesn't know, and the stranger dissipates into the night without his answers, not that he knows they would have had them to begin with.

Silver

"My my, aren't you all a handsome crew." His father is laughing, darting around with his phone snapping pictures with such joy that it should be enough to make Silver happy. Sebek is practically bursting with pride, and his lord certainly seems content if not happy, but Silver...

He tries hitting his cheeks to make himself smile, but the only thing it accomplishes is worrying his father, who floats down to his side to check him over before smiling ruefully up at him.

"I bet you don't know why you're upset, do you?" Lilia clearly seems to think he knows why, something that deepens the creases in his forehead behind the mask.

"I'm sorry, Father." The last thing he wants to do is ruin Malleus's excitement with his poor mood, though it feels more like he's starting to get sick than upset. "I'm just... tired is all."

"Hardly unusual." Sebek huffs. "Really Silver you need to get it together this is an important night for-"

"You don't need to worry, Silver." Malleus brings everyone's attention to him with a simple shake of his head, and Silver finds his heart warming just slightly at his lord's comfort. "I'm also displeased with our friend's absence." The mention of the prefect brings back the strange sick feeling, though he finds himself standing up just a bit straighter as their group finally makes it into the ballroom.

"Yes it is such a pity." His father is laughing, but not cruelly. It sounds more like he's plotting something. "Perhaps I'll bake them a cake to cheer them up." The strange sickness starts squeezing his natural worry into something so painful he almost doubles over.

"If you are still awake by the end of the party, you can accompany me to visit them at Ramshackle. I'm certain they would be pleased to see you." Malleus's lips have stretched into that smug smile that suggests he is privy to something Silver is not, but the thought of seeing the Prefect lightens his steps and relaxes the knot in his stomach to something more manageable.

Perhaps it relaxed him too much, the last thing he really remembers is going to get something to drink close to the beginning of the Masquerade and now someone is shaking him awake. Their costumes hides their emotions, but his squirrel friends seem almost smug as they jump off their shoulder to rub their noses against him.

"Are you alright?" Asks the stranger. "I thought you were just enjoying the music but your friends seemed really worried." The squirrels stare up at him waiting for... praise? Or maybe a reward, Silver quietly apologizes to them explaining that the people food isn't the best for them only to get indignantly screeched at

Don't be an idiot! Go for it Silver!

Go for what? He doesn't know but he picks them up all the same and bows in apology to the stranger.

"I'm sorry they bothered you, but thank you for waking me up." The squirrels bounce off away from him with a groan and he frowns in confusion before turning back to his new friend. "It's a good thing you woke me up, I need to find Lord Malleus and make sure he's alright." The stranger, strangely, doesn't stiffen in fright at the mention of his lord but Silver barely notices. "I don't suppose you know if the school ghosts would let me take a to go box? Fa- Lilia wants to bring a friend of ours something as an apology but I would like it to actually be edible." The stranger coughs and Silver wonders if maybe there's a bug going around the school that he's passed onto this stranger briefly before they respond.

"I'm sure they won't mind too much." Their voice is strained, maybe they have a sore throat. He moves to pour them a drink.

"That's a relief," he passes over the drink and makes sure the other student at least takes a sip "I wonder if Crewel will let me keep my mask a bit longer..."

"Aren't they yours to keep? I though that's what the cr- I mean the Headmage said." They sound somewhat bitter.

"I was asleep during the announcement so I don't know. That's why I didn't realize Y- my friend wasn't going to be here until today." The other student sips their drink quietly, hopefully it soothes their throat as Silver stares down at his own.

"I bet you don't know why you're upset, do you?"

He leans back trying to avoid falling asleep again as the other student stands listlessly, concerned about his well being probably.

"I am upset." He says, more to himself than the stranger. "I wanted to spend some time with them tonight but..." that should be normal. It's normal to want to spend time with your friends. But Silver doesn't really recognize this want, nor does he have time before the booming voice of Sebek hustles it's way towards his location and scares off his new friend. Pity, he would have liked to try introducing them to Malleus. Something in the back of hid mind says they already would get along well.

[starflungwaddledee]

do you have any tips for leaving compliments on other people's art ?? your tags are always so well phrased !

oooo oooooooooooooo uuhhhhhhhh hmmm!

firstly, thank you!! i'm rather glad to hear that! i try quite hard to leave meaningful comments so it's nice when folks notice or appreciate it!

outside of commenting on the work, i first consider the tone of what i'm saying and who i'm saying it to.

i always try to make sure that what i'm saying will be appreciated by the person! that's the point. for the most part i leave comments to bring joy to the op, and thank them for their hard work, for being here and sharing art that made me happy! if i'm speaking to a mutual or friend, there's gonna be inside jokes and probably an amount of casual yelling. possibly even a little friendly roast, if i know them well enough. if i'm speaking with someone i don't know as well i try to keep it a little more professional, but i keep in mind that this is a fandom so an amount of yelling and screaming is expected. i tend to think about what i would like from someone else.

also if i notice that a caption or a blogs about is not in english i double check. if english is not the first language of the artist i make sure to construct tags that are easily translated and i use only and exclusively positive phrases. saying things like "delete this!!!! /pos" or "eating my own hands" can be totally lost in translation. i also keep in mind the age of the OP. don't tag as though you're Looking Disrespectfully at the art of a minor, even if that's your favourite blorbo.

as for how to comment on art or storytelling itself, this is indeed a learned skill, and it can be helped by training your eye to understand different things in artwork. but it's easy to start practicing! this is intuitive to me now, but an easy way to begin is to pick out one or two things that really stand out to you on a piece. (examples could be line quality; is it smooth? neat? textured? full of emotion?, shading: is it crisp? atmospheric? realistically rendered?, or colour choice: is it vibrant? is it moody? is it perfectly on model?) and draw attention to them and how the artist successfully used them to make the piece work.

if the piece includes design-work, pick something of that which you like as well. (clothes, colour choices, abilities, parallels to other characters, totally new or unique concepts that you haven't seen before. if you see your favourite colour combos or notions, let them know, but if it's a stranger remember they made the design for themselves, and you just share (good) tastes!) if you really want to make an artist/designer/storyteller's day, try to find the Little Thing that they've snuck into their art or design that ties into the story or lore that they are telling. even guesses to this end tend to be appreciated!

generally useful things you can also comment on are how well an artist has utilised a medium for its strengths, especially if the medium is a little unusual. if someone @'d me in particular i make sure to acknowledge that too because they probably read me for something and i should acknowledge the effort!

another thing i also always, always encourage, is to try to periodically share and comment on the work of people who are either less experienced or who have less visibility than you. especially if you have more of a platform! if you want to keep your blog clean of too many reblogs for aesthetic or professional reasons you can even go through and remove them later, but sharing the work of smaller accounts- even temporarily- makes such a huge difference! and encouraging + supporting younger or beginner artists is something we should be endeavouring to do as much as possible!

at the end of the day, i always just try to be very earnest in my tags.

there is generally no reason to withhold any praises i can think of, because it's usually nice to have your work perceived and appreciated! i personally loooovvve long rambling tags, screaming tags, stuff like "AAHH NOOOOOOO (THE BLORBO)" and so on. i try to leave the kind of thoughtful comments that i like (and am lucky enough) to receive, and i try to share artwork from a wide variety of people!

[1galaxia369]

PISCES RISING ♓️

I'm seeing that you guys are dealing with stressful relationships. It seems to be a lover or someone you have close relationship with. Whoever it is I'm getting that they are deceiving you, I'm so sorry. You just have such a pure heart, in a world full of selfish people that makes you a target. You are wealth to a person that has nothing. I'm getting that this entity has been watching you grow and evolve into a beautiful person and they do not like that AT ALL. They want you to be the docile background character, they want you to feed them and not feed yourself, they want you to take care of them and not take care of yourself. These people are narcissists and they have the audacity to demand you to give your life energy over to them. I'm not sure if you are aware of this yet but if you are, you might have tried putting your foot down with them or setting some boundaries and they trampled all over it and disregarded what you said now you’re confused on how to proceed. Furthermore, you might have tried talking to them and expressing how feel and how their behaviors affect you but they never listen, they might just say what you wanna hear and proceed to mistreat you. I'm also getting bully energy, intimidation, someone who gets aggressive or has an attitude anytime you don't do what they want. Anytime your opinion varies from theirs, they get nasty and messy and you do not deserve that at all. They talk about you behind your back and I know you don't trust them with your secrets, you prolly heard it back from someone else or this person throws it back in your face whenever you guys have a conflict. This person wants you under their foot. They want to destroy you because as long as you are around they can never be top dog, they can see your greatness and they are trying to convince you that it isn't there. It doesn't matter if this is your significant other either they will do the same thing,as a matter of fact, they will beat you down worse. Spirit is asking you to do some soul searching, start reviewing everyone you have in your life:

Do they make you happy? Do they make you feel confident and beautiful? Do they support your ideas and dreams? Do they say little things to hurt your feelings? Do you feel like this person always wants to put you in your place or humble you? Can you talk about anything without judgement? Do they even show up for you as much as you show up for them??

Baby the universe wants you out of that situation--NOW. The red flags been there, the messy behaviors been there, the suspicions been there. You know what's up, if you need to journal out all your feelings you need to, a release is needed. Go talk to someone who always been there to listen, that you can vent to, talk it out, release it, cry it out. Then you show up and stand on business, we're not repeating cycles around here. You have to choose to walk away from hating ass people and I'm just being real. These people or that person really has you feeling low and depressed, you're reaching your breaking point. Cut out anything that isn't serving you, put some distance, set boundaries and STAND ON THEM, who cares if they want to argue, never waiver when you make a decision for yourself. Self love is sticking to what you said you were going to do for the betterment of YOU.

I see your cries for help being answered. There's new love coming or maybe it's been trying to come in for a while now but there's so much chaos in your relationship life. All your relationships need to go under review, you need to make space for love, for people who love you for you and aren't using you as a energy conduit and a punching bag. Your support team is coming, that love and adoration is coming for you. No more alienation and disgrace, you don't deserve that at all, your such a beautiful soul. Magic and harmony oozes from you and it draws people in, be careful with your magical energy, not everyone deserves it. Some of you are being called to use that energy and put it towards your creative projects, you have a lot things you've been working on quietly. I understand why you would want to keep it a secret, you were smart to do this. When your intuition tells you things you gotta listen to it, imagine sharing your most desired dreams with people who are envious and lowkey hate you. It's time to start spending some alone, focused on the art, focused on the projects you want complete, what's that idea you been playing around with? Revisit that.

I see a lot of confusion and fear within you, this confusion comes in to play with your dreams and goals. There's a lot you want to do but you can't see how that will happen, or you don't think it will work. So many fantasies about doing all these different things but you don't think you can do them. What you don't understand is that these desires aren't there for no reason, that's your true soul peaking through showing you your true desires and life's purpose. So many things your keeping to yourself and so many thoughts and ideas rustling through your head. So much potential to fulfill these things, if only you believed. You need to do a big clearing, you can't heal this with negative people around you. That's all the universe is waiting for you to do in order for your new life to start, the life where you finally chase your dreams and actually gain success. I wish you all the luck in the world, you deserve this. Please take the time to cleanse and remove what's blocking you, blocking your light, keeping you stagnant, it's time for a fresh start.

I recommend you start journaling for feelings and review it, sometimes you have to look at things from a different POV to see what's really going on. Spending time alone in nature or around water will be good, water is good for cleansing old energies. Work with Pyrite, Carnelian, Citrine, Obsidian, Rose quartz,Hematite, Amethyst.

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[cartoonrival]

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3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

ok if im being honest im STILL thinking about ytp/exploding hotdogs inthe micrwave-amy. NO SHE WOULD FUCKING NOTTTTT you guys just think that any girl liking traditionally feminine things automatically = no personality so the only way you can wrap your head around "fixing her" is making her less "girly". im still going to war over what ppl are doing to amy. literally no one on the planet understands amy like i do and shes not even one of my faves. i dont even enjoy understanding her like she's my own daughter i do it like its an obligation like im legally required. i also recently learned that "does naruto having blonde hair and blue eyes mean he's white-coded" is legitimate discourse and i fr think you all need serious help

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

ok this is my biggest hater opinion and i KNOWWWW its like unnecessarily pissy so i havent said antyhing abt it until now but i think you might understand me. I DONT LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE GIVE SHADOW SOME LITTLE THING TO TAKE CARE OF. I DONT LIKE HIS CHAO AND I DONT LIKE [expunged for my and others' safety] AND I DONT LIKE WHEN PEOPLE JUST GIVE HIM CATS. HE CANT TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CREATURES HE DOESNT CARE TO DO THAT HE DOESNT WANT TO HE JUST DOES NOT HAVE THE CARETAKERS SOUL LIKE HES NOT DOING THAT. HES NOT DOING THAT. BUT PPL DRAW IT ALLLLL THE TIMEE.......... IS THERE NO OTHER WAY WE CAN SHOW HIS SOFT SIDE THEN GIVING HIM SOME LITTLE CREATURE. HES NOT DOING THAT SHIT!!!!!!!!!! its so stupid bc its not even like ooc NECESSARILY i mean his chao exists in at least some canons and theres nothing really saying it COULDNT happen and its such a harmless thing to be a hater about BUT I HATE ITTTTTT also when ppl make the hedgehogs wag their tails BE SO SERIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

literally every ship with amy. i think you guys just are desperate to ship her w someone. AROACE AMY SWEEP. ASK ME ABOUT MY AROACE AMY AGENDA!!! also i know youve talked about this 1 million times but i cannot fucking stand how the greater fandom talks about scourge bc none of them even KNOW HIM AT ALL and miss literally EVERYTHING that makes his character interesting and fun bc you didnt even READ ARCHIE you just decided to take this one dude out and sand him of everything of note so you can make him a sad little meow meow ToT SONIC HAS PLENTY OF SAD LITTLE MEOW MEOWS CANT A GUY JTSU SUCK??? CANT HE JUST BE A TERRIBLE LOSER? COME ONNNNNNN but ofc you wouldnt understand bc you didnt even READ ARCHIEEEEEE.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

JULIE SU. JULIE SU. JULIE SU ALWAYS. theres literally so much that could be said and expanded upon w her family and background and not even in the way that canon didnt give her anything at all and you gotta diy everything, shes SUCH A FUN CHARACTER shes so funny and such a jerk and everyone writes her off as "girl knuckles" so fast that they wont even LOOK at how much unique personality she has and how UNIQUE her relationship w knuckles is LIKE.... ken penders actually gave js a fun and unique and dope personality, the FANS are the ones writing her off as girl knuckles. ummmmm its not looking good for you people! and theres the assumption ig that all the romances in archie just suck bc theres sort of a lot of them, obviously i dont like every one COUGHken and sallyCOUGH but like ToT KNUXSU IS SO SO SO GOOD.... THE WAY THEY TALK TO EACH OTHER IS SO GOOD like you guys wipe every characters personality to put them in a ship, then talk about knuxsu as if thats the issue with it and why you dont like it, but. ITS NOT EVEN LIKE THAT. AND IF IT WAS SHOULDNT YOU LIKE THAT SORT OF SLOPim sounding like lorillee rn. QPR KNUXSU AGENDA WILL NEVER DIE

and in the same vein as js, lien da also. ppl just in passing say that either shes hot or shes ugly and no one talks about that creepy as fuck issue where eggman surgically put her back together. that issue was so fucking dope. shes so awesome. i love you lien da you are terrible and i love you.

obviously literally just all of archie. nobody talks about archie. i fucking love archie but everyones too scared. i wish i could make that au

[dtmsrpfcringe]

You really are a dumb fuck, aren't you? You repeated exactly what I said, then told me I was wrong for saying what you parroted back to me. Living in your brain must be fucking insufferable.

Your own words were that they did not know each other ten years ago. Incorrect.

They have both said that they have known each other socially (i.e., friends) since 2001. They did not become close until they were in Good Omens. Yes, that is what I said. That's what you agreed to after I corrected your initial false statement. My god, little wonder you think this blog is a good idea when these are your thought processes.

Nothing else you said makes the slightest bit of sense. I can't even decipher the point of that word salad, and I am a teacher. Why would Michael use the names of the characters when he is talking about the show that the characters are in? What? You are reaching so hard that it is comical.

You are a class act making jokes about a congenital defect that kills newborn infants. Is that the kind of thing the mother of a newborn infant who claims to be a nurse would do? We have established that you are lying about both of those things. You are just an awful person. When it comes down to the real point of this blog, you don't care about the greater good of the fandom. You only want attention. You are shouting about a tiny corner of Tumblr that draws no attention to itself. You bring attention to it. You make it loud. Even when it disappears, you keep bringing it back. What's the real point here? You want attention for yourself. You want to be the hero in a war that doesn't exist.

Maybe you don't ship the hairband. Maybe you just have bad taste in music? I don't care. Either way, you have no place calling out anyone when you support those losers. They are the epitome of the scum of society. Actual misogynists. One of them even murdered someone while driving drunk. That is just the tip of the iceberg. But someone no one knows said something mean about Georgia Tennant on Tumblr? Someone suggests that two men who keep talking about having sex and being in love might be in love. Better clutch your pearls over that! Pathetic.

bae that isn’t what you said. You said they’ve been friends for almost 25 years. Do you write things and just fucking forget them? Or can you just not stop lying?

I can’t imagine being a teacher and just constantly being so goddamn wrong, I bet your students can’t stand you.

also saying you don’t have a brain isn’t making fun of a congenital defect babe. I’m neither lying about being a mom or healthcare professional. Most people I talk to pretty regularly here have seen my baby, and it would be pretty hard work to have an entire baby to…fake being a mom??? I’m not going to put my baby’s face on here to prove to someone like you that she’s real, and frankly I think it’s a little strange you wanna see that bad babe. Like? Your obsession with an internet stranger’s newborn (i guess infant now omfg) is kinda creepy.

As for my health certification, you don’t know shit actually. I busted my ass in high school to be licensed because of the people who helped me as a kid. Also I’m not a nurse😉 you are right about that. There’s more to healthcare than your RN and MDs lol. You seem like you’d yell at underpaid healthcare workers in the worst way possible.

you obviously did understand, but didn’t want to lick your wounds and slink into the corner.

btw this group absolutely does draw attention to yourself. I found these people by looking for cute Georgia and Anna stuff and finding hate and misogyny spread about them. As for Motley Crue, I hardly listen to them anymore, if literally ever. I haven’t posted anything about them in over a year and that is why I removed 2000 of my followers on instagram and made it private to have a personal acc. I just never bothered changing the username lol. So try again I guess.

Anyways here’s my daily reminder to you that David and Michael would be disgusted with you. Hope you have the day you deserve!

Keep sending these I think we’re falling in love boo🚨🔵🚨🔵

[hughiecampbelle]

Hii! I'd like to get shipped with someone of the boys, and it can be pretty much any character except from the seven

Info: I dyed my hair purple, I have blue eyes that seem gray in some lighting. I love fire for no particular reason, and I dress in more baggy clothing, and sometimes goth (minus the makeup). I enjoy all kinds of music, and usually put on music whenever I need to do chores or travel somewhere. I love going to second hand stores, but I dislike going furniture shopping

I love drawing, though I prefer drawing abstract things rather than realism. I love animals, and my favorite animal is a cow <3

I love wearing lots of rings and bracelets, and I enjoy necklaces too, but I often forget to put them on

I don't have any tattoos yet, but some day I'd love to get wings tattooed on my shoulder blades/back, I'm not sure whether I want bug wings or feathered wings yet, maybe I'll even do bat wings (so in this case, let's pretend I already have that)

I'm really good at being quiet and sneaking up on people, I often accidently scare people

I even manage walking up creaking stairs QUIETLY, somehow

I'm not a very fast runner, but I am steady when it comes to standing. Like, if someone would suddenly jump on my back, I'd barely stumble, so maybe that's interesting

Thank you so much!!

Hi my love! I ship you with: Frenchie!!!! He loves your jewelry. He's not sure why it drives him wild, but seeing the many rings on your fingers and bracelets on your wrists just does it for him. He's always trying to find the perfect additions to your collection, shopping second hand for something as cool and unique as you as well as something that fits your overall style and aesthetic. He loves watching you take it off at night and put it on when you're getting ready in the morning. He also loves the idea of you getting tattoos. Frenchie is all for that aesthetic and definitely helps you figure out where and what you want to get. You'll look amazing with wings on your back.

You love his intelligence. Frenchie is incredibly smart and resourceful, but this kind of thing gets forgotten or ignored until The Boys need his help with something like isolating the virus. He knows a lot about random things and shows it off to you, more comfortable around you than anyone else. He was the first to pick up on Kimikos sign language and become fluent in it. He always gets the answer right when you're watching those cheesy game shows with wheels and hidden letters. He does the crossword puzzle in record time. His intelligence blows you away constantly and you're always reminding him he's more capable than he gives himself credit for. Your relationship is silly. You and Frenchie have so much drama in your lives, you both need an outlet that is fun and silly and goofy. You rarely take things seriously when it comes to your relationship. Your dates are spontaneous and impulsive and random. Even when you accidentally scare him because your footsteps are so quiet, it always ends in laughs. Of course when it's necessary, you two can have a serious conversation. After Butcher gets him back after turning himself in, you two have a long conversation about guilt and shame and not feeling good enough for one another. It's not always easy, especially with the lives you live, but you know, no matter what, you can come to one another looking for a laugh and a little relief from the every day stressors. Your first date isn't actually a date. Rather you and Frenchie are the last two to leave. Since neither of you want to go home, you end up watching movies together late into the night. He tells you random facts he knows about the weapons the bad guys use or the name of the camera angle they're using or what a certain scene is called. He just knows this kind of stuff. He laughs it off, calling it useless, but you don't think so. You two really get talking and end up falling asleep together, waking up only when Annie's walked in and brought coffee. You're embarrassed, but you also know something in your relationship has shifted. After that, you spend countless nights doing the same thing, watching and talking until you fall asleep. It's something you really look forward to after an especially hard day. Relationship Headcanon: Frenchie loves helping you dye your hair. He's been helping you with it for as long as you've been together and each time he gets a little better at it. He jokingly calls himself a professional and the apartment bathroom your salon. He still gets it all over himself, in his own hair, all over his hands and clothes, but he's never minded. He knows how much you like the purple, how confident it makes you feel, and that's all that matters. You do your best to clean him up afterwards, laughing at the bright purple stains across his face. He wears those spots with pride.

Hope you like it my love!!! Xoxoxo💜💜💜

SHIPS ARE CLOSED

[gee-arid]

I'm kinda curious, do you have an reason to give the miraculous for each characters? Like why turtle to Ivan?

I do! It links back to my au though- So congrats! More lore dump!

Because ive given Nathaniel and Marc the ladybug and cat miraculous, they get to distribute the other miraculous. They share responsibility for this and choose based on their own experiences with their friends/classmates.

The reason they share responsibility is different to canon because they learn quickly the importance of trust and teamwork (will be explained soon).

The moment the box was passed over to Ailes Rouges and Veilleuse, they discussed it together, without names and shared the miraculous between the two of them to look after until the time came for the appropriate hero.

(explainations below cut, lots of words, no art in this one lol)

Creation Box:

Butterfly + Peacock: Same as canon (right now anyway, considering giving Adrien the Peacock, something something angst), following same beginning point anyway.

Bee: Juleka - Nathaniels choice. The first choice for Juleka was actually the tiger (explained further down). But shes chosen as the bee officially. I know this girls got pent up rage shes too scared to show or let out without a mask. The bee will be good for her :)

Fox: Marinette - Marcs choice (His first choice would be Nath if its after theyve met and become friends outside their alter egos, but is either declined or unable to be found (for obvious reasons); though Nath would likely choose the same, torn between her and Alix). If youre looking for creativity, someone with a strong enough imagination to create and spin stories strong enough to convince another person its real? Marinettes perfect for the job. Especially creating illusions of people.

Turtle: Ivan - Nathaniels choice, if youre looking for defence, someone strong to help protect people, Ivans your guy. Hes seen it first hand, particularly with Mylene, but after years of being in the same class as him, hes experienced his protection too.

Zodiac Box:

Rooster: Markov - Nathaniels choice. This one was a bit of a gamble. Markov cant see kwamis, but if he can be akumatised, it stands to reason that he can be a hero. Despite being a robot, he still only gets one use of the roosters power, as hes not human the magic has to draw from his power and since hes so small, he only has a small bank to draw from. Despite this, being small gives him more leeway into where he can go, as my roosters power is rejuvination, its important that they can get around to other heroes easily.

Goat: Alix - Nathaniels choice. The goat in my au is all about movement, and who better for than than Alix. Not to mention, theyve been friends for years, Nathaniel would trust them with his life.

Rat: Nino - Nathaniels choice. If youre looking for someone to multitask, Ninos got experience. Particularly with herding people, experienced with his brother, and occasionally his own friends. Nathaniel used to be close with Nino in previous years but drifted apart before canon present. He still believes Nino is responsible and trustworthy enough for the job.

Ox: Luka - Marcs choice. (Nathaniel would choose the same). Who else could be calm enough not to flinch at the sight of oncoming danger. Hes the older sibling of Juleka (not twin), and often cool and laidback. While he may not be super close to either hero, he knows their identity, a magical suit doesnt change a persons heart song. Luka is the perfect candidate for the Ox, he trusts the magic enough to know it wont fail him. Its just a hunch but dont you think hes already experienced with this worlds magic?

Horse: Sabrina - Nathaniels reluctant pick. There is no other person Nath has seen who is so co-ordinated. Someone who knows exactly what is going on and when and where. Despite her dubious alegions in the classroom, she can be trusted to keep a plan on track. Also shes a horse-girl, dont @ me.

Dragon: Aroure/Mirelle - Marcs pick. A dragon is experienced in the elements, and who else is more experienced than Aroure and Mirelle. They both are aware and skilled in the weather area, this experience leads to incredible skill with the dragons power. They are rarely apart these days but are very busy with their jobs, so they both become the Dragon, they swap out with eachother when one or another is busy, and it works.

Snake: Max- Nathaniels choice. Max is a person who thinks in numbers. Hes able to keep an exact time line in his mind, able to run numbers and percentages on the spot. Max is simply the most efficient Snake. His ability to think logically lends to his skill, he can effectively keep track of whats happened and whats the best course of action. Nathaniel trusts his judgement and his silence, Max is smart enough to understand the concequences and risks of an alterego.

Pig: Kim - Nathaniels hesitant choice. Now honestly, Kims the obvious pick for a superhero, hes like.. classic superhero build and attitude. However, Nathaniel hasnt always had a particularly friendly attitude with him. So despite the present situation he will always be slightly on edge with Kim. Either way, hes a straight forward kind of guy, perfect for the hunt of the pig. Nathaniel can only hope he doesnt get too much to handle, maybe he'll see Kim in a different light after. Or maybe not.

Dog: Rose- Marcs pick (Nathaniel would choose the same). The dog is all about loyalty, friendship, lowering someones guard. Who else would be perfect for the job than Rose? She is able to see the good in a person no matter what, she can keep a persons attention long enough for a job to be done, if getting a job done through affection is not an option.

Monkey: Zoe.. or Adrien - Marcs choice, Zoe, once shes transfered from abroad, becomes a quick friend of Marcs. They both have bright senses of style and well like-calls-to-like. Shes pretty laidback and adaptable, she can work on her feet which works well for the monkey. Nathaniels choice, Adrien, is also fairly new to the social scene but Nathaniels hung out with him enough by proxy that he can get a grip on his personality. He, like Zoe, is pretty adaptable, maybe less laidback from what hes seen but always willing to try something. He doesnt give up, thats important for a monkey too. Also i dont want to leave Adrien out :(.

Rabbit: Alya - Marcs hesitant choice. Shes been seen around akuma attacks before, always with her phone out and recording. Despite this shes always able to help a citizen run away or hide. Shes also friends with Marinette and from what Marcs heard, shes fairly reliable. Theyre not close to eachother for Marc to be certain, but shes around attacks enough to be reliable, shes consistently helpful, and is fairly knowledgable in akuma related activities; she'll work.

Tiger: Kagami - Marcs choice. The tigers original holder was Juleka (chosen by Nathaniel). Who else would be best for going unnoticed than the invisible girl. However after using it once, she declined to use it again. Its not what she wants. Nathaniel understood, he could see it wasnt good for her. So, Marc chose Kagami next. Kagamis sneaky, able to sneak up on someone and not hesitate. If Juleka was like a rouge, Kagami is more like an assassin.