#talk to me about the desert please i want to talk about exploring it and finding cool stuff and hunting scorpions for fun and and

[blood-injections]

I fucking love the desert I haven't been there in years but between constant danger days thoughts and falling in love with it back when I've visited family there i can just zone out and feel like im standing there im so fucking like spiritually connected to it.

[waywardsalt]

uuuhhhhh wrote a segment of the ganonbeck thing on my phone (this whole thing isnt written on my phone i just have future scenes hashed out on phone) so i figured id share it for: giving a snippet of it bc why not, and to maybe get some feedback on writing ganondorf and the specific concept he talks about?

(this isnt indicatives of the whole fic just a scene delving into ganondorf’s personal conflicts and a little bit of worldbuilding or something. would appreciate some feedback or tips or whatever on this since im not sure if. i wrote this idea well. also hope its generally interesting/fun to read)

[firelilyfox]

Deadly Eyes

Dune: Paul Atreides x female reader

Warnings: se&ual harassment / angst / curses / hateful words / comfort

If someone means harm to the girl he loves, Paul won't hesitate

Words: 1k

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You stare at the men and women right in front of you. All of them were looking at you with the same emotions pictured in their faces. Disgust. Outrage. 

Today was the first day after Paul announced your relationship to his people. The Fremen welcomed you with open arms… well some of them at least. Your roots lies with none of the big houses. All you know about your family is, that they were travelers who never lived at the same place for more than a couple of years. You are one of the Lost Ones. But when Paul rescued you from being tortured by the brutal Harkonen a couple months ago, you never thought about traveling somewhere else again. Your people always praised that the soul is a free from wich never settles and never find the one and only home. Paul changed your way of thinking. With him you felt at home for the first time ever. 

„The Mahdi can’t be with someone who is lost“, one of the believers growled as you were passing by. All you wanted to do was taking a walk and exploring the hallways of the Sietch, one of the rocky formations what the Fremen call their home. And now you are standing in front of a hand full of believers who are talking bad about you. 

A old, wrinkly woman hisses. „You don’t belong here, Lost One.“ 

You look at her fully blue eyes. The same color your eyes have turned as an outcome to the effects of spice everywhere. „Please let me through. I don’t wish for trouble.“ 

Now a young man steps right in front of you. Too close to be comfortable with. You try to move and bring some distance between the two of you, but your back almost immediately hits the wall. Your chest tightens up. This feels like a cage. A cage of people who hate you. 

„But you are trouble, whore.“ He couldn’t have been more than five years older than you, but he was so intimidating that you wanted to flee before he would hurt you. You still are one of the Lost Ones. Their are no fighters. Your people staying alive because they run for dear life when problems appear. That’s why the Fremen always looked down on your kind. 

„All your people do, is stealing and living in the shadows. You are not worthy to be here. Your are not worthy to be with Muad’Dib“, he grabbed your neck with a tight grib. „But I’ll find some use for u, don’t you worry.“ 

The others looked away while he is dragging you to a shallow corner at the end of the hallway. Your screams got muffled by his greasy hand and silent tears filled your eyes. The back of your head hit the wall hard and your vision flickers for a moment. Fear crawling all over your body, followed by the tip of his knife. You’re trying to beg for him to stop, but all he does is giggling at your helplessness. 

„I will show you your worth and after that I will give your body to the desert. I will…“ 

A voice is shouting at the near distance. „Where is she?!“ The man fearlessly let’s go of you and hiding his knife. You fall down on your knees as Paul rushes around the corner. Gentle hands pulling you up and you begin to sob, hiding your face at his chest. 

„How dare you to touch her!“ Paul growls at the man who is now lowering his head in respect for his Duke. 

„I did not want to bring any disrespect to you, Mahdi. But this woman damages you reputation. She is not worthy to be …“ but Paul cuts him off. 

„She is equal to me. I am who I am today, because of her. How dare you to speak about her like that?“ His voice became dangerously silent and you could feel under your palms how tense his muscles were. As you look around you discover that people have stopped and watching the scene with wide eyes. 

You reach up to gently touch his cheek, so Paul would look at you. „I’m okay, Paul. Nothing happened. I’m unharmed.“ 

For a moment the coldness in his eyes vanished, but as he looked down at your neck and saw the bruises … he was ready to kill someone. Paul kisses your forehead and it feels like that he needed to do it just to calm himself down, before he would actually cut a throat. His grip around your waist thightens but not in a hurtful way. You never felt more protected as right here in is arms. 

Paul turns his head slowly. A deadly look on his face. The man kneeled down in fear of his punishment. „I will only say this once and for all. Who ever touches this woman and mean harm to her, will be sentenced to death. Without exceptions.“ He looks around, making eye contact with everyone who is watching. „Spread the word. I will personally kill everyone no matter if man or woman.“ 

The Fremen quickly leaving the place murmuring and chattering. The message was clear. If you break this rule, death by Muad’Dip will find you. 

„And for you“, Paul looked down at the man who tried to do unspeakable things to you. His voice full of dark rage. „If you ever come near her again or look at her even from afar, I’ll break your neck.“ He gave two other men a sign to carry him away. 

„I should have known that something like that might would happen“, Paul curses. „I’m so sorry. I should have never left you go alone.“ His eyes meet yours and the deep sorrow in them breaks your heart a little. 

„You couldn’t ever have guessed that. This isn’t your fault and it’s not your job to see something like that before it happens.“ 

Paul pulls you closer now that the two of you are alone. „But is is my job to protect you.“ 

„And you did.“ 

He leans his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath. His body is still tense but his touch is so gently. „I don’t want to imagine what could’ve happened if I weren’t be here on time … I couldn’t…“ his voice breaks. This is the side of him no one ever sees. The softness and the vulnerability. To everyone he is the fearless Muad’Dib. But to you he is Paul Atreides. The man who owns your heart. 

„Then don’t. You saved me. I am right here.“ To prove your point you get on your tiptoes and kiss him softly. Paul cups your face with his hands, holding you so close to him that nothing would have room in between. 

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Thank you for reading! Comments, ideas & reposts are very welcome <3

[iovebarca]

hello hello:) i love your fics! how about a fic where gavi and the reader go on vacation together (like the maledives) and just spend sunny days by the beach, relaxing in each others arms after a stressful season? maybe they go to a fancy dinner in the evenings or something like that, just fluff of a cute romantic couple on holiday:) thank youuu🫶🏼

Sun-Kissed Serenity - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: only 2 exams left! and i listened to the song SAND by SABA while writing this, such an underrated eurovision song!

Warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me

WC: 800 ish

Summary: In the serene paradise of the Maldives, Pablo and the reader find solace from the stresses of his football season with Barcelona.

send me requests! or just anything if you want to talk:))

The gentle lull of the turquoise waves washes over you as you recline on the pristine white sands of the Maldives, the sun painting golden hues across the horizon. Beside you, Pablo's presence is a comforting anchor, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders as you both bask in the warmth of each other's company.

It's been a long-awaited vacation—a much-needed respite from the whirlwind of stress and pressure that Pablo endured during the football season with Barcelona, compounded by the setback of his recent injury. But here, in this idyllic paradise, time seems to stand still, allowing you both to leave your worries behind and simply embrace the serenity of the moment.

"You know," Pablo murmurs, his voice soft with contentment, "I don't think I've ever felt more at peace than I do right now."

You turn to him with a gentle smile, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you. "I'm glad we could escape here together," you say, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his. "You deserve this, Pablo. You've worked so hard."

Pablo's expression softens at your words, gratitude shining in his eyes. "And having you here with me makes it all the more special," he replies, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

As the days unfold, you and Pablo spend your time lazily exploring the island, indulging in leisurely walks along the shoreline and exhilarating snorkeling adventures in the crystal-clear waters. Each evening, you dress up in your finest attire and venture out to enjoy romantic dinners under the stars, savoring the exquisite flavors of the Maldivian cuisine and the intimate moments shared between just the two of you.

But it's the quiet moments spent in each other's arms that you treasure the most—the whispered conversations beneath the canopy of palm trees, the stolen kisses as the sun dips below the horizon, the simple joy of being together in a world all your own.

Pablo had spent the afternoon building sandcastles on the beach. With childlike enthusiasm, Pablo had dug trenches and piled sand, his laughter echoing across the shoreline as he sculpted his masterpiece. He had created quite the castle, if you say so yourself.

"You're still a kid at heart, aren't you?" you teased, a fond smile playing on your lips as you watched him adding the finishing touches to his artwork.

Pablo looked up from his sandy creation, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, shut up," he retorted, a playful grin spreading across his face. "You know you love me."

And indeed, you did love him—with all your heart and soul. It was moments like these—simple, carefree, and filled with laughter—that made you fall deeper in love with him each and every day.

As the night falls over the Maldives, painting the sky in a canvas of deep blues and purples, Pablo suggests a spontaneous late-night swim beneath the shimmering moonlight. Eager for the adventure, you both slip into your swimsuits and make your way to the deserted stretch of beach.

The warm embrace of the ocean welcomes you as you wade into the gentle waves, the water cool and refreshing against your skin. Pablo's laughter rings out in the night air as he splashes you playfully, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Come on, mi amor," he urges, his smile infectious. "Race you to the buoy!"

With a playful grin, you accept the challenge, kicking off from the shore and propelling yourself through the water with all your might. Pablo's laughter fills your ears as he swims beside you, the thrill of competition mingling with the exhilarating rush of freedom.

But as you reach the buoy, the mood shifts, and the playful banter gives way to something deeper—a quiet intimacy that binds you together in the stillness of the night. You tread water side by side, the only sound the gentle rhythm of your breathing and the soft lapping of the waves against the shore.

In the moonlight, Pablo's features are illuminated with a soft glow, his eyes reflecting the depths of his love for you. Without a word, he reaches out, drawing you into his arms with a tenderness that steals your breath away.

And there, beneath the canopy of stars, you share a moment of pure magic—a moment that transcends time and space, a moment that speaks volumes without the need for words.

As you found yourselves immersed in the tranquil waters of the ocean, you couldn't help but reflect on the playful antics of earlier in the day. With Pablo by your side, every moment was an adventure, every memory a treasure to hold close to your heart.

[blues-valentine]

This is my last post about it. OBX 4 wasn’t just bad in terms of JJ but all characters in general.

The writers, knowing they’d kill JJ off, started a character assassination train on him perhaps expecting us to feel like he deserved to die? But we know JJ. We all know JJ’s reckless but not to this level of detachment. He was acting like an entirely different person. JJ would’ve never treated Kiara, John B or any of his friends like that. Ever. Not matter how bad life turned out. Even with the whole “JJ blew all of our money!” it’s like they wanted us to hate him so badly.

Don’t even get me started on how bad that JJ plot twist was and since Part 1 I said it. Trying to erase his entire life like that even when it didn’t make sense was lazy writing. And all for what? To have his biological father be the one to kill him at the end? Because that’s the only possibly cruel explanation for that plot twist.

Killing JJ in such a way when this character spent his entire life suffering physical and emotional abuse from his adoptive father is cruel and it sends such a sad messaging.

OBX has always been bad at giving the girls good story lines and that aren’t always about their boyfriends. Kiara’s relationship with her parents was totally ignored. We got from them cutting her off at 401 to them clapping for her at the ceremony and we never got to know how they reached that place. Did they go to family therapy in those 18 months? Did they talk and came to an agreement together? But nothing.

Cleo didn’t get to have a story line that wasn’t mostly adjacent to Pope. And for a character that’s been here for 3 seasons we only know she worked for Terrance and it’s good with knifes. We don’t know her actual surname. And I was expecting more from her revenge plot and I feel silly for expecting that from those writers.

Sarah’s PTSD regarding Ward was never further explored. The writers also forgot about Wheezie and Rose. Sarah wouldn’t have continued on without trying to reach out to her. It’s like they just didn’t want to deal with it. And the worst one is them making Sarah say she didn’t feel ready for a family at her age for them to forget about it and have her pregnant. Despite how silly it is considering the circumstances of their life and how much trauma she has to heal from.

Don’t even get me started on the way the writers never explored the girls relationship. The only bonding scene between the girls we got was Sarah telling Kiara she’s pregnant and Cleo wasn’t even there. We never saw them just existing as young girls just joking around. Hell; even a whole boys conversation would feel somehow natural and we didn’t even got that.

Pope is a killer now? And by the influence of Cleo not less. Did the writers forgot about Season 3? And how she was the one that stopped him from killing Rafe. So, now you’re telling me she was the one egging him on to become a killer. Make it make sense please.

And the pogues dynamic was so bad. God, it was so out of character for them all. Firstly, John B would’ve never allowed JJ to walk into that self destructive path especially after learning about Chandler. And then, the way JJ confessed to Pope he was sucidical and he just didn’t say anything about it? Kiara was also incredible out of character. And that death scene was particularly dumb in so many levels, because it could’ve been preventable and it was pointless. But the thing that pisses me off the most is that the pogues stood there watching. In a scene that felt perhaps a bit anticlimactic. “Not pogue gets left behind” but they buried him on a desert in Morocco and had Rafe be the one to dig the hole too. Those are not my pogues and this wasn’t the dynamic I feel in love with. OBX went from being a comfort show to give me so much unnecessary frustrations.

[naturesapphic]

Hello, there! Can you do a Jade West x reader, please! Reader, who is a farm child, is an easy target for bullies at Hollywood Arts, due to their homemade dresses, their large family, and their unusual music interests (rock n roll, jazz, and whatever else). Reader one day meets Jade as she is skipping school. Jade, instantly attracted, one day takes R on a date through the desert (which reader wanted to see) and asks reader if she would like to go out with her. Reader agrees.

Perfect match

Jade west x country!fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, fluff

It was around 8:30 when school officially started and here you were sneaking outside in the parking lot. You were planning to skip school today so you could avoid everyone, including your bullies. So when you heard someone follow behind you, you tensed up and looked behind you, ready for them to attack. When you did look behind you, you didn’t expect to see the Jade west looking at you with confusion on her face.

“What are you doing out here?” She asked sternly and you let out a sigh of relief. You weren’t scared of Jade per se which is kinda funny considering show she’s the most scariest person here but she never bullied you. “I’m skipping school. What about you?” You answered and you saw jades face turn into many emotions at once. She gave you a small smile and walked towards you. “Well since I’m skipping too. Why don’t I show you around Los Angeles some?” She asked and your face lights up which made jade’s heart feel weird as she watches you get all excited.

“Can you show me the dessert too?! I’ve never seen one in person!” You said happily and Jade chuckled and nodded at your request. “Sure. Let’s go before someone comes out here.” She said and pulls on your arm to follow her. The two of you got into her car and y’all drove off to explore Los Angeles. You were completely captivated by the beaches, the buildings, the parks, everything! Hours went by and it was afternoon now as y’all were driving through the dessert. You were telling Jade all about herself and strangely she listened to every word you said.

She didn’t get annoyed or disgusted by the words that were coming out of your mouth and she was surprised. “I’m originally from Tennessee which you could probably tell by the way I dress and talk. I grew up on a farm too and the only friends I really had was the animals, I know that’s pretty sad. I have six sisters and five brothers and that makes me one of the middle children in my big ass family. I also love jazz and rock and roll!” You said and Jade nodded. “I like all types of music but I really love rock too.” She said and you smiled at her. “See! You get it!” You playfully punch her in the shoulder and you immediately tense up.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. We always do that back home.” You apologized and she waved you off. “It’s fine. I get it. Just expect a punch back though.” She said looking over and winking at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked over at her with a smile. “I look forward to it.” You said and she chuckled. It was around ten o’clock at night and Jade was dropping you off at your house. You’ve spend the whole day with her but you didn’t want to leave her now. “I don’t know why y/n but I’m drawn to you. Go on a date with me.” She stated and you were shocked at her bluntness but thought it was endearing. “Of course! I’d love to!” You said happily and leaned over to plant a big kiss on her cheek to which she slightly blushed at. You got out of the car and waved bye as you went inside. Jade made sure that you were inside and safe before she sped off, having you in her mind.

A/n: hey @rocknroll900 ! I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for the request. I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest I love y’all!

[punkassfrance]

Sierra Nevada - Chapter I - Ellie/Abby

Chapter I: Donner (Work Length ~1.4k) This work is rated M for canon-typical violence and gore. Please look here for a full list of warnings for the series, specific warnings will be provided at the start of each chapter. This work contains passing mention of cannibalism and discussion of a massacre. (Aftermath- corpses, smell, etc.) Full Series - Next Chapter

“Even though I told people to call me Linda, that was another girl’s name. I had to change my name several times because of what I had done, or rather, what had been done to me.” - Aimee Parkison, “The Innocent Party”

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Abby

It was hard to say exactly what happened to the Fireflies. They didn’t have much to go on, once Abby and Lev finally made it to Catalina island. There were no notes, no maps, no audio logs explaining everything they needed to know. From what did remain, Abby could only say one thing for sure- it was a fucking bloodbath.

The bodies weren’t fresh. They weren’t old, either. Sometime between 2425 Constance and the moment they made it to the island, the Fireflies were wiped out. It had been a few weeks, maybe a month since the bodies hit the ground where they laid. There was no getting away from the smell; nowhere on the island was safe from the harsh reminder of whatever had happened.

Some of them looked like they went down fighting, gunpowder residue still on their fingers. Some were executed. There were missing boats along the docks- some must have made it out alive, she thought with the last bit of hope she had left. It didn’t last long.

Lev looked up from the shambles of the Fireflies, looking to Abby for hope, a plan, anything she could offer. They’d spent almost two years looking for the Fireflies, they’d been so close. It was all Abby had wanted.

But they still had fresh rope burn. They both still hungered from the pillars, and she had injuries to take care of from the cure. She still tasted blood, and tried not to focus too hard on what was stuck in her teeth.

“…come on, Lev.”

That was almost a year ago, now. Maybe if they weren’t both exhausted, starving and beaten like dogs, they would have kept looking. They wouldn’t have given up on the Fireflies.

But Santa Barbara changed things. After all they’d seen, all that had happened, some part of Abby decided it was just over. All Lev wanted was to be with Abby, and all Abby wanted to do was get the fuck out of this city.

The sailboat made it as far as San Francisco before it couldn’t keep going. Abby had tried to fix it for about a week before Lev confessed he wanted to explore inland- see what the world was like outside the coast.

“Abby?” She looks up from her journal as Lev calls her from a few yards away, pointing to a road sign he’s spent the last ten minutes uncovering. “How do you say this? Trucke?”

Abby stands and walks over to him, squinting at the sign. “It’s Truck-ee. Just how it looks. Means we’re getting close to Nevada.”

There’s been…some interruptions on their trip, to say the least. Some things Abby can’t bring herself to remember, let alone talk about- but they’re past that. Abby’s hair is slowly growing out, past her shoulders now, just enough to braid. Her hair hasn’t been this short since she was a teenager. Lev’s kept his hair short, but not fully shaved- he gets nightmares when it gets too long. But then, he gets nightmares most nights.

“What’s Nevada like?”

“What is it, October? Should be nice. We should leave before spring, though. It’s a lot of desert. We’ll go around Reno if we can help it.”

“Have you been there?” Lev lets the foliage fall back over the road sign, hands resting on the straps of his backpack.

“Nope. We’re both gonna see something new.”

They’re just outside of Donner, Abby pausing their lesson on the history of the area to take a short rest. He’s fascinated by what he’s heard, even the morbid details she barely remembers. “Book on Donner Party/murder?” is written down in her shopping list, one of the dozens of things she needs to find at some point. He’d like that, she’s certain.

“We should get moving. Should just be another day or so to Nevada.”

Lev nods and starts off down the road as Abby puts her journal away, half-jogging to keep up with him. “Hang on, Lev-”

“Gotta get a move on!”

She huffs quietly and runs until she catches up to him, glancing around the woods. He knows she’s been trying to get back in shape. It’s been tricky, after everything that happened in Santa Barbara, but not as hard as she feared it would be. Muscle comes back easier once it’s been gained the first time around, even if the limited calories complicate things. Whatever anyone had to say about the Washington Liberation Front, they kept their people fed. One of the few things she misses from Seattle.

“I’m coming.”

Ellie

“No. I’m not gonna do this again. If you walk out, I’m not going to be here if you come back.”

“That’s up to you.”

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There was no real point in going back. There was nothing left for Ellie, after all. The possessions she’d turned into a life meant nothing anymore- Tommy probably took most of them when Dina left. If she ever decides she wants any of it back, if she ever returns to Jackson to beg for Dina’s forgiveness, she hopes Tommy at least has the decency to feel ashamed.

Not that he matters, anymore. Not that anyone in Wyoming matters. Not that anyone matters.

When she journals about it, she wants to say she hasn’t been this disconnected since she was…younger, but she can’t settle on an age. First it was Riley. Then Marlene. Then Joel. Then Dina. As much as loneliness has haunted her entire life, the more she thinks about it, it was never so tangible. There was always something there, someone keeping her tethered to humanity.

But Santa Barbara changed things. After Abby disappeared into the fog, after she stood from the water on the last shreds of energy she had and watched the horizon, it was too late. When the stars started to appear on the water, it hit her that there was nothing for her anywhere. Jackson might welcome her, but it would never be home again.

So, east. There was no real plan to it, nothing beyond get out of Santa Barbara, so that’s what she did. Wandered until she found somewhere suitable to settle down. She’s not sure what the name of the town is, just that it’s quiet. Joel would have liked it, she thinks- he loved the mountains. They never managed to get this far west together.

It looked like an old vacation town, somewhere rich people would visit when the season was right. It’s been nearly a year since she settled here, and if there’s anything she’s learned, it’s that nobody in their right mind would be here in the winter just to visit. The snow should be coming in any day now- she’ll have to prepare for it soon.

At least there’s a nice view from the back porch of the cabin she settled on. Her cabin, now. The previous owner was quickly dispatched, his spores fully aired out within a week. Now it’s just her place. She drinks the tea in her hand, thumb rubbing over the design on the mug. It’s not the same owl mug Joel had, but it’s close enough to remind her. Remind her she cared about someone for a little while.

Her place is so quiet. There’s no voices, no humming from the kitchen, no kids giggling and playing outside. It’s nothing like Jackson. If she doesn’t speak, nothing needs to be said. It’s nice. A bird sings nearby— it’s one of Ellie’s favorite sounds. Joel told her it was called a Mourning Dove.

Pushing herself back from the balcony railing, she gives the woods one last look before she turns back to the house. There’s a laundry list of things to do- prepare firewood, move the few plants that can be moved indoors, clear out the gutters— small things to handle before the snow really sets in. The greenhouse still needs fixing up, just another thing for her to get to once summer returns.

As endless as it feels, the list she’s built up is only a few years long. Ellie’s not sure what she’s going to do once she hits the end of it.

But for now, she sets her mug next to the sink and reaches for her jacket. She’s fresh out of distractions for the morning.

I'm so excited to start this series- hopefully you enjoyed chapter one, more on the way soon! Again, heed the warnings for each chapter, please be safe! Huge thanks to @jennaispunk for looking this over for me, the help is very much appreciated!!

Thank you to @plum98 for the forest divider! Feel free to say hi or drop your thoughts in my askbox, check out my AO3 or my about me if you're interested!

[phoenixinthefiles]

Times like these I really wish this app had a text to speech function:

I’ve been thinking about citzenzhip a lot when it comes to the Batfamily, HEAR ME OUT.

Disclaimer: I am not part of an immigrant family so if anything I say is offensive please let me know

So Dick, Damian, and Cass, were obviously born outside the U.S, WHERE’S THE CHARACTER EXPLORATION FOR THAT?

Like Damian and Dick knew English before coming here but there are still other experiences they definitely would’ve gone through.

Damian probably hated/hates the U.S. He was raised on “you do things perfectly-good-you slip up-punishment” (that’s obviously horrible) but the U.S. and all its systems are oftentimes OVERLY complicated. Can you imagine how hard it would be to go from an abusive, perfectly, structured environment, to one that’s constantly divided over the simplest things?

Not to mention that if we’re going with the backstory of him having lived in the desert for the majority of his childhood, there’d be a massive climate change. Like he’d probably have allergies, and maybe eczema.

Can you imagine finally getting to meet your father and you breakout and nearly asphyxiate because of the air pollution. (Slight hyperbole)

Ra’s Al Ghul is a horrible, abusive man but he’s relatively environmentally conscious (still horrible and abusive)

And with Dick?

If we go off Haly’s Circus being an European traveling circus, and his mother possibly being a French-speaking Roma, we can understand why it’d be difficult for him to adapt to life at Wayne Manor.

You travel 3 hours from London and you end up in Paris. A kid who’s used to that type of learning environment would HATE the American school system. He’s sitting in an uncomfortable desk chair listening to a teacher drone on about something he will never use in his life. When he used to be taught physics, while doing a handstand on the railing of the freaking Ponte de Rialto.

Regardless of potentially having ADHD or not, he’s still fidgeting in his seat—yearning for recess. But because this is America (and likely around the early 2000’s or so) his teacher rudely points out his fidgeting and the rest of the class see the boy that looks different from them, acting differently from them as well. And Children can be cruel.

I can’t imagine the experience of being an extroverted child who is used to forming connections with children, who look different from him, BECAUSE of his talents and uniqueness, being thrust into an environment that discourages that,WHILE HE’S GRIEVING HIS PARENTS.

Also Damian and Dick are both tan/brown skinned, and they’re likely going to a rich private school without a lot of people that look like them. (Gotham Academy did not start gaining a more diverse population until Jason came around and that was the reason he wanted to go to public school[I stand by this headcanon…bcus fiction imitates life])

Not to mention the unreasonable amount of prejudice towards Arabs in this country and others. That’s a rough time for a 8-11 year old who JUST moved here and already has a disconnect with his peers due to his abuse and forced maturity.

SO, SO much I’ve said and so, so much I still haven’t. I haven’t even BEGUN to talk about Cass and how difficult it had to be to come to THIS country not being able to understand spoken language at all? She was a teenager when she met Bruce but that just makes different, not better.

Once again I am Black, so while I have experience as a minority in this country, I have no experience with being an immigrant so if I have said something offensive do NOT hesitate to let me know.

Also does this count as me writing something? Probably not huh?

@vhscity idk if you want to read my rant with horrible grammar mistakes.😭😭

[frozenjokes]

i continued being unable to sleep so i continued shoving as much of your writing into my brain as possible, by which i mean i just read alllll of the mumbomaid au pretty much at once and am being Normal about it

i love them all, i love all of them so much, i'm very invested in their shenanigans, i love how almost nobody understands gender and they all misunderstand it differently

i am ALSO aro in the "no i don't have feelings for anybody, yes i would date basically any of my friends" way and everything surrounding scar's aromanticism is so well done, i kept being soo exasperated with grian and the like. the incredibly allo misunderstanding of aromanticism, and not listening when scar and cleo try to tell him he doesn't get it, i have friends i've had almost those exact conversations with (but slightly less messy because of varyious factors including but not limited to Not Being Desert Duo, Thank Fuck) just ajfhdjdhjshdjfsk

also also i love textbook monsterfucker scar and i'm convinced bdubs thinks etho grew up in a cult or some shit (i'm throwing words at this ask box like spaghetti)

anyway uh. i'm probably gonna keep wanting to say words about your fics as i keep reading them and the ao3 comment section scares me so. i will probably be back, feel free to tell me to buzz off if this is not a preferred communication method

-guy that said mapleshade=p!scar (maplescar? scarpleshade? there's gotta be something here, did i mention the sleep deprivation sorry if this is all insane rambling lmao)

maplescar is a really cool tortie kitty name I like that a lot. maplescar would go crazy. ALSO PLEASE KEEP SAYING WORDS!!!!! say words FORWVER!!!! spam my ao3 comments and I will respond to them 9/10 ten times!!!!!!! I love talking I love when people talk to me THANK YOU!!!!!! you could send me an ask every single time you finish a chapter and I would kiss you on the lips each time but my followers might be killing you with hammers so. Pick your poison.

yeah my favorite part of mumbomaid is that no one knows what a gender is and they misunderstand in all different ways you put it 100% perfectly. I also find Grian to be frustrating but he’s also a vessel to explore More Feelings and in his defense a little outside of complicated aro/allo interactions scar is a bit of an asshole. They are both assholes. Two guys they Will have their cake and they Will eat it too and they are exploding because of it. I too thank god every day I am not desert duo I! hate them. Generally though I do not feel bitter about allo misunderstandings of aromanticism because I spent 21 years of my life also not understanding. Which. Is the fault of a normative society. However. It is deeply difficult to understand the internal experience of someone who functions differently than you on a chemical level. This is a bit of a tangent but my mom and I’s ability to communicate has been drastically improved by the acceptance that I am autistic. She sees me and we reflect on my life together and it makes Sense that the way I experience the world is Different so whenever we talk about something my mom doesn’t understand in relation to me her mind is so open because she knows my perception of the world is not the same as hers. neurodivergence isn’t entirely related to queerness but it has genuinely opened up so many doors for our communication. she goes aromantic? oh yeah that makes sense. I think she catalogs it with the autism which is correct because to me autism and Every Other Way I Experience The World is related. This is say I have a very amusing experience with one of my trans friends where he was like: …so you’ve never questioned your gender,,, like…. Ever..? and I said nope. and he like couldn’t believe me. He did obviously but it’s the idea that our experiences are so integral to the people we are that it’s extremely difficult to imagine it any other way. can you tell I’m a psych major yet. what was I talking about.

I haven’t thought of exactly what bdubs thinks about etho’s past but it’s probably something like that. Deep down, it doesn’t really matter. Bdubs just wants to protect him. He’s so worried, but he just wants etho to feel safe.

lightly suggestive under the cut bc I talk about the monster fucking a little bit and I don’t know your age/if my elaboration is unwarranted I’m just talking. I’m here for a silly time not a sexy one.

monsterfucker scar is dear to me. extremely important. Grian will never be able to do to him the, frankly, deranged things he fantasizes about. they can try but the mood is going to be ruined when scar is like :( your tentacle dick isn’t real. and Grian is going to sigh with his dumbfuck strap and the blue curtains and lights they hung up to make it look like they were underwater. Their entire experience in the bedroom is going to be a series of extremely comedic extremely unfortunate events to make up for the fact that scar is never getting any fish pussy 😔 scar will be put off the mood because Grian just isn’t Convicning enough like COME ON if I don’t believe I’m going to die THEN what’s THE POINT??????? their home life is just increasingly deranged. grian has accepted that he will never be able to compete with the horrors of the ocean and you may think that’s a ‘but he’s still a little jealous though..’ but he’s not. He’s accepted it. Full acceptance. The kind of worn down you get from fishing for a mending book for weeks on end but without the agony and more just. Amused. goodtimeswithscar is going to die young and by drowning but you’d better believe he’ll do it in ecstasy.

[arkanis-englishupdates]

SUMMARY OF ALL ARKANIS POVS

DAY 77 — 19/11/2024

Valigma dawns peaceful but agitated, as usual.

Quel, who works at ValNews alongside Maethe, brings together all the interviews she did (with FunBABE and Nicklink) to include in the new edition of the newspaper (To write the newspaper, she uses the pseudonym "Leuq").

JVNQ (The real one) tells Guaxinim about everything that happened while he was sleeping.

Pac wakes up and soon receives a book from Leonardo, who says he needs a favor from Pac. He tells Pac to bring some items to a mysterious coordinate.

Wearing new clothes, Pac goes to the location indicated in the book, arriving at a huge castle/palace in the middle of the desert (This place is called Leonardo's Old Base).

At the location, Pac finds a book about a dagger he had received as a gift from Leonardo, with the weapon being described as a "Neutrarkanya dagger", a weapon that once belonged to an Obstinate, but due to a manipulation made by Leonardo, the dagger no longer has Arkanya embedded in it. Pac will then need to recharge the dagger with Arkanya on a pedestal as soon as he completes each new mission given by Leonardo ("After all, I won't give you Arkanya for free" "Fail at this [Mission] and, of course, you will be lost").

All specialists meet to talk in front of city hall. They discuss and theorize about what happened yesterday (With an amazing slideshow made by Bagi).

Suddenly the sky starts to turn pink and countless lightning strikes fall. The sky returns to normal soon after.

While the group was talking about the confused event had occurred, Samir appeared asking for help from the specialists. The entity then gives the group a coordinate, saying Moah needed their help.

The coordinates took the specialists towards a rustic house and the person who received them was none other than the captain of the boat from the first day, better known as Moah.

Moah receives all the specialists and talks about having left many things in "Old Valigma" (Context: Valigma was founded around a large mine that provided work and resources for the city, helping the economy. When the incident occurred in the mines, the citizens had to rebuild the city away from the mines).

While they were talking, Moah decided to take them to "Old Valigma" to look for everything that was lost in the ruins of the ancient city. Unfortunately, Araldo appears at the scene to stop Moah, choosing to kill him.

Moah dies coldly at the hands of Araldo, who leaves the specialists alone after that.

Unable to do anything to help, the group decides to regroup and explore Moah's house, finding some books there (I managed to get a photo of just one of the books to translate):

"Mom...

I don't know what else to do. I'm about to lose my job here in Valigma and, even worse, I'm going to be exiled. There's no way out for me, mom. I'm going have to leave and maybe I'll never come back.

I never thought things would get to this point, I'm desperate, feeling alone and lost. I really wanted things to be different... that we were in another Valigma, you know?

One where I didn't have to fight so much just to exist. I love you more than anything.

Moah."

In addition to this book, there was a video of the incident at Jota's parents house on the wall of the place. Suddenly, bombs and lava begin to fall on Moah's house, making the specialists have to leave the place in a hurry.

They decide to meet at City Hall to talk.

Suddenly, Araldo's robots begin to appear to attack the specialists, along with Araldo himself who launches several lightning strikes in their direction.

[Please, if any information is wrong or missing, let us know!]

[janeykath318]

Fainting On Jim: A Kirk x Fem! Reader story.

1.Heat.

The desert planet was relentless in its never ending heat and lack of shade. You were on your first away mission as a science track ensign and very excited to get off the ship and explore. There were lots of fascinating geological formations and unfamiliar flora and fauna. You were talking notes furiously as you followed the rest of the party. Sweat rolled down your face and you had to frequently sip from your water flask, but you were so engrossed, you didn’t pay much attention to how hot you were getting until it was time to beam out.

“How did you like your first mission?” Captain Kirk asked you as you prepared to energize.

“Amazing, Sir!” was all you managed to get out before you felt your legs buckle and you swayed toward a gold shirt.

You woke up to find yourself in Medbay, where Doctor McCoy was angrily scolding someone.

“Dammit, Jim! She could have died from heat stroke! What were you thinking letting them go for so long in this heat?”

“Doctor McCoy.” you managed to get out. The Doctor was instantly at your bedside.

“Hey, Ensign. Glad to see you awake. How are you feeling?” he said in a much gentler tone. You could see the Captain worriedly looking on over his shoulder.

“Like I could drink all of Niagara Falls,” you admitted. “And really tired.”

“Heat exhaustion will do that to you,” he sighed. “I was afraid something like this would happen.” He leveled a glare at the Captain.

“It’s not his fault,” you said tiredly. “I got so absorbed with Science, I didn’t realize how hot I was getting.”

Captain Kirk stepped forward.

“But it was my fault, ensign. I’m responsible for making sure every one of you is safe. I’m sorry I didn’t check on you sooner. You’re off duty for at least seventy-two hours and Bones will check on you again to make sure you’ve recovered properly. Sound good?”

“Yes, Captain. Is Commander Spock upset?” You couldn’t help but ask. You knew he’d handpicked you for that particular mission and didn’t want to disappoint him.

“He is, but not at you,” Kirk assured you with a self-deprecating smile. “He’s chewed me out in full Vulcan style. He was not happy about his favorite prodigy suffering.”

“His favorite?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yep,” Kirk confirmed. “And he was very pleased with the data you brought back. He’ll probably be down to talk to you once you’ve had a chance to rest some more.”

“Oh, wow. One more thing, Captain?”

“What is it, Y/L/N?”

“Please tell me I didn’t faint on you.”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that,” Jim admitted. “I was the closest to you. Didn’t want your head to hit that rock.”

“Oh,” Your face turned warm. “Thank you, sir.”

2.Chemicals

You were deep in an experiment with Spock and several other science officers. Captain Kirk was looking on, as it was a particularly important operation to understand the atmosphere of a certain planet. Everyone was wearing respirators and protective gear. You were closely studying the reaction, when suddenly, you were struggling to breathe. Dropping your PADD, you gestured frantically for help.

“Spock! Her respirator’s failing! I’m gonna get her out of here right now!” You heard the Captain’s urgent words as you toppled into his arms.

“Did we get the data?” you asked Commander Spock as soon as you woke up.

“We did,” he answered. “The atmosphere is not compatible with humanoid life. Your notes were very accurate.”

“Thank goodness,” you sighed. “I would have hated for that to all be for nothing. Thanks, Captain,” you nodded to Kirk. “That could have been bad if you didn’t drag me out of there.”

Kirk looked a little perturbed, but you guessed it wasn’t at you.

“You’re welcome, Ensign. Let me assure you, we will be doing a complete overhaul and equipment check for all the labs. They were supposedly inspected two days ago, but the Commander and I suspect someone half assed the job. That’s unacceptable.”

You gulped a little bit. There was something extra attractive about Kirk when he got protectively riled up. You thought about those piercing blue eyes for quite a while afterwards.

3.Blood Sugar

You finished your first year on The Enterprise with a promotion. You were riding on cloud nine for several weeks afterwards, relishing the new stripes, and taking on the new responsibilities with zest.

Then came a stretch when Denobulan Fever started going through the ship, taking out humans and non humans alike. Your division was hit very hard and you were struggling to keep up with the extra work. Meals became snatching protein bars or snacks and one day, you forgot to eat at all, finishing your shift in a state of exhausted hunger.

Kirk entered the lift with you as you headed to your quarters and looked concerned when your interactions were short single words. This was very unlike you.

“Hey, Lieutenant, are you sure you’re okay? You’re looking a little shaky…..”

“Uh……yeah……I just need to get to my quarters, sir. Long day, you know,” you answered, flashing what you thought was a normal smile.

“Aw, hell. Not again,” was your panicked thought as Kirk ran forward to catch you just before the world went black.

Doctor McCoy lightly scolded you for not eating and gave you an IV and strict commands to EAT. You meekly ate the nutrient bars you were given, though you couldn’t help but make a face at their horrible bland taste.

Kirk showed up as you were finishing up your “meal.”

“This is starting to be a habit of yours,” he commented, putting his hands on his hips. “You’re in here about as often as I am.”

“Not possible, Captain. With all due respect.” You shot back. McCoy snorted in the background. Kirk looked surprised, then it melted into a grin.

“I like you, lieutenant,” he said. “And I think since you’ve now fainted on me three times, it’s only right you call me Jim.”

4.Blood loss

Jim started making it a habit to check up on you and programmed your PADD to notify you when it was time to take a break. The goofy messages he left made you smile and you found yourself gravitating toward him when you were off duty. You found Jim to be a fun, goofy, nerdy, guy when not in Captain mode and he’d clearly outgrown the flirtatious reputation from his early career.

Most of your away missions had gone much more smoothly since the infamous first one, but eventually, your luck ran out and five months after your promotion, you found yourself running for your life with multiple injuries from a hostile faction that opposed their planet’s entry into the Federation. Jim was hurt, too, but not as badly, and he insisted on tearing up his shirt to try and staunch the bleeding before you hobbled to the beam up point.

“Jim,” you whispered. “I’m gonna pass out on you again,” you admitted. “I apologize in advance.”

“No need to be sorry, Y/N. I’ve got you,” Jim said, trying to fight back the fear as he yet again caught your falling body.

5.Exhaustion

You and Jim weren’t officially a couple, but it was practically a done deal in everything but name. You spent time in his quarters, he spent time in your quarters, you flirted with each other incessantly, and you two were known for your non verbal conversations.

“Dammit, Jim! Eye fucking on the Bridge is just not right!” Bones ranted, one day. You stifled a giggle from your station and shared a sly look with Uhura. She and Spock were pretty good at that, too.

“I don’t know what you mean, Bones,” Jim replied innocently. “Can’t I smile at my awesome crew?”

“If that was just a smile, I’ll eat my tricorder,” the doctor grumbled. “You don’t look at me like that.”

Jim didn’t say anything, but you could practically feel the smugness radiating from him.

Unfortunately, the murkyness of the relationship status eventually caused problems between you and Jim, leading to a misunderstanding that caused a spat, hurt feelings and burying yourself in work. By day you were strictly professional, but at night there were frequent tears.

When you refused to leave the labs one evening, even Spock was concerned.

“I must implore you to rest, Lieutenant. The project is not time urgent.”

“I’m almost done, Commander,” you said, ignoring how the numbers were starting to swim in your vision. You had to blink quickly to clear it. “You know I can’t leave something undone if I can help it.”

“I am aware,” he replied. “But I must inform you I am obligated to inform the Captain.”

“I understand, Commander. I’ll wrap it up soon. I promise.”

Spock left and you continued on, rubbing your eyes as you doggedly finished your task.

Just as you’d completed saving the data to the computer and slumped in your chair, you heard footsteps behind you.

“Hey,” Jim said quietly.

You slowly swiveled to face him and you saw his face fall at how haggard and miserable you looked.

“Y/N, We’ve got to talk. I’m sorry I’ve been so absent lately. The negotiations with the Thesians took way longer than I thought. It’s been killing me inside the way we left things.”

“Yeah,” you admitted, dropping your eyes. “I’m sorry I overreacted the way I did. I know I didn’t have any right to get so jealous over that.”

“But I should have pulled my head out of my ass a long time ago and told you how I feel about you and what I’m hoping for,” Jim said quietly.

Your head shot back up at him to look intently (if still blearily) at him.

“I’m crazy about you, Y/N,” Jim said earnestly, kneeling in front of your chair. “You’re smart, beautiful, and so damn resilient, despite the crap space throws at you. Will you forgive me and let me be your boyfriend, officially?”

Your heart melted and you smiled at him.

“Yes, I will, Jim.” You replied, and pulled him in closer for a kiss, which he readily provided.

Somehow, you ended up sitting in his lap, while he told you about his day between kisses.

After about twenty minutes, he felt you go slack in his arms and looked down to see you’d fallen asleep, a tiny content smile on your face.

Jim smiled, kissed your forehead, and hoisted you up for the trip to your quarters.

“You’re nothing if not a creature of habit, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Man, I love you.”

+1 Wedding

The Enterprise had returned to earth after the five year mission and many of its crew stuck around for the big wedding, held at a picturesque winery. You were determined to not faint today of all days, so you’d carefully made sure to go to bed early, hydrate, and eat a good solid breakfast. The fainting events had become a long-standing joke between you and Jim, though he’d actually managed to get himself on the scoreboard a couple times, thanks to an unfortunate away mission and a party where the drinks had been more than even his system could handle.

“No trust fall exercises needed for us,” Jim liked to joke.

You practically floated toward him, beaming at seeing how many of your space family had shown up to support you. Jim looked incredibly gorgeous in his dress greys and his blue eyes looked into yours with all the love in the galaxy as you said your vows.

“They’re so cute, it’s disgusting,” Bones muttered as you and Jim shared a very enthusiastic first kiss. Spock had actually cracked a smile and it unnerved the good doctor.

“They are an excellent pairing and I am quite satisfied,” Spock said. “Y/N is very good for Jim and he for her.”

“Here’s to another fifty plus years of falling into each other’s arms,” you whispered to Jim when you’d come up for air.

“Amen, Mrs. Kirk,” he murmured. “Amen.”

That night, as he scooped you up to carry you over the threshold of your hotel suite door, you remarked “You know, honey, this is the first time I’ve actually been conscious while being carried by you.”

Jim snorted with mirth, but set you down gently on the bed.

“Well, how would you rate my transportation services, now that you’re awake to appreciate them?” he asked, snuggling up against you.

“Five out of five stars for satisfaction, Jimmy,” you told him.

He smirked and kissed you very passionately.

[self-loving-vampire]

Scenario: This one is a little longer, but please be patient. You and your sisters have washed ashore in a strange land, after spending a few nights traveling by ship. It appears to be a continent you've never been to, so you set out to explore.

You discover that you've landed in the shores of a desert kingdom full of animal-human hybrids. They all seem oddly cold towards your party. Investigating further, the local sultan greets you warmly and with welcome arms. You all decide to take him up on his invitation, and are invited to a great feast as guests of honor.

The next morning, you wake up in chains in one, large, luxurious bed. What's more pressing, is that overnight you've developed the same animal features the rest of the inhabitants of this kingdom have, and are wearing gold and silk bikinis that accentuate your new parts. Your food was poisoned and you've been cursed. As if that weren't enough, as the day goes you all start feeling odd. It appears that you all have been charmed, so that you will never want to leave the sultan's harem. Some of you, but not all (perhaps only one) have managed to resist the charm spell. The ones who are now madly in love with the sultan are not in any way hostile.

From here:

What sorts of bodies do each of your sisters transform into? What do their outfits look like?

Which of you is most likely to resist the charm?

Whichever one(s) ends up with their mind intact will be in charge of helping free the other two, and later escape together. How does she or they go about freeing the others from their spell? What steps do you take to escape?

Do you cure both the animal curse and the charm? just one? neither? Which sister would pick which option?

Sharing with @cyberbun since she's the furry sister. Hope she writes her own thoughts in a reblog or something.

I think it makes sense to talk about the last point together with the first one because it would heavily depend on what the exact changes are. I am not into fur myself so if I ended up as a humanoid dog instead of just having dog ears and a tail I would definitely want to change that.

If we are getting more partial transformations then I don't think most of us would be very inclined to undo them unless there's some side effect we are worried about. I think even if it was transforming into furries/scalies it's going to be primarily me and the other me who have strongly negative feelings about looking like that and the others may not dislike it.

As usual, most of us would probably end up becoming dogs, with Jade as a snake and Lottie as a rabbit.

For clothing, I generally imagine this type of dancer outfit, with thin and transparent pieces of cloth covering only a few parts.

I know both versions of me would be very resistant to charming. It's usually the rule that enchantments that are in particularly high conflict with your usual self are easier to resist and create more points of friction that can lead to breaking the effect. Given that I'm narcissistic, suspicious of people, already devoted to someone else, averse to being touched by strangers, kind of repulsed by sex, and generally high in willpower I predict even if I didn't resist the charm outright it wouldn't take long before it comes into conflict with enough parts of me that the magic starts to break down on its own eventually.

From there I think releasing master and the others should not be too difficult, especially if I can pretend to still be charmed (easy for me) and dig around the sultan's palace. Possibly plan an assassination depending on what information I uncover. If the others still remember me while charmed that simplifies things too. I can remind them of the things they wanted to do that they are now barred from. Even while they are still controlled I can try to use them as cat's paws to make certain requests from the sultan through them that might sound suspicious coming from me.

I expect everyone in the group will want to be released, even the ones that really want to be mind controlled and made into trophies as a sort of stress relief, if it is the result of deception by a stranger.

I think part of the difficulty of the situation would come not just from breaking the curse but from escaping afterwards. It would be amateurish to neglect the final part of the plan and start winging it, so I would like to investigate the local politics and geography before I act. I should hopefully be able to plan a route out of the country and secure disguises.

How difficult all of that is may depend on how much freedom the wives get and whether or not third parties are less cold to us after the transformation. I wouldn't expect ideal circumstances there, but I can think of ways to get around the most obvious obstacles I'm expecting just by acting.

[warabidakihime]

Resilience in the Rain

Characters: ADA!Dazai x Reader Synopsis: Amidst the downpour of life's trials, they found solace in each other's embrace within the quiet halls of the deserted Agency office. Alone, their love became a shelter in the storm, nurturing their resilience and kindling a flame of hope that could withstand any tempest. Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains themes of emotional distress, self-hatred, guilt, vulnerability, suicidal tendencies, self-harm, and suicide. It explores complex emotions and may depict scenes that involve these sensitive topics. If you or someone you know is struggling with these issues, please reach out to a mental health professional or helpline. A/N: I wanted to take a moment to chat with you about this fanfic. As someone who struggles with mental health, I've got a personal connection to the topic, and I really want to explore it in my own way. Mental health is important, and I want to raise awareness and offer some comfort to anyone who's going through a tough time.

Now, I gotta be real with you. This story touches on some heavy stuff. We're talking about emotions running wild, self-hatred, guilt, and all that messy stuff. It even dives into subjects like suicidal thoughts, self-harm, and suicide. But listen, I'm not here to glamorize or make light of these things. Instead, I wanna shed light on the struggles people face and emphasize the importance of seeking help and understanding.

While you're reading, please take care of yourself. If anything gets too overwhelming, reach out to a mental health pro or helpline. Remember, you're not alone, and there are folks out there who care and wanna help.

Thanks for joining me on this journey. Let's spread some awareness, empathy, and support for mental health, one chapter at a time!

P.S this wasn't proof read, so i'm sorry for any inconsistency. i was making this in the office lol.

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The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the streets of Yokohama as the Armed Detective Agency headquarters stood steadfast amidst the downpour. After a particularly grueling mission, you couldn't contain your concerns and frustrations any longer. You found Dazai nursing his wounds in a dimly lit corner of the headquarters, a faint smile dancing on his lips. Meanwhile Kunikida and the others have already returned to their respectful dorms.

You approached him, your voice laced with worry. "Osamu, until when are you going to keep this up?"

Dazai glanced up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ah, my dear Y/N, are you worried about me? How sweet. But rest assured, I'm always one step away from the edge, and yet, I remain standing."

Dazai, with his usual nonchalant demeanor, brushed off your very valid concerns with another dark joke, but this time, it only fueled the fire within you. Your frustration reached its boiling point, and your voice rose, shaking with sheer frustration.

"Osamu!" you shouted, your voice echoing through the room. "Enough with the jokes and deflections! This isn't a game! Do you even realize how much your self-destruction tears me apart? How useless it makes me feel that I can't do anything to help you, despite giving my all?"

Dazai's mask faltered, revealing a flicker of vulnerability as your words struck home. But before he could respond, you continued, your voice filled with raw emotion.

"I love you, damn it! I love you more than anything, and yet you push me away with your reckless behavior. How can you disregard your own life, knowing that I'm right here, willing to stand by your side? It hurts, Osamu, to see you care so little about yourself, even when you have someone who would give anything to keep you safe!"

Your voice wavered, tears streaming down your face as you poured out your heart. The room grew heavy with silence as the weight of your words hung in the air. The truth had been laid bare, leaving Dazai with no choice but to confront the pain he had inflicted.

Dazai's eyes widened, his carefree facade crumbling further. He reached out, but the words escaped him, his throat tight with remorse. The realization of the magnitude of his actions crashed over him like a tidal wave, shattering the walls he had built.

"I... I didn't..." Dazai stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

But you weren't done yet. You took a step closer, your voice filled with a mix of anguish and determination.

"I can't watch you destroy yourself anymore, Osamu," you said, your voice firm. "I can't keep picking up the pieces of your shattered soul, only for you to throw them aside again. You need to make a choice, for your own sake and your sake only. Don’t you think it’s time to break this vicious cycle?"

Dazai's eyes glistened with unshed tears, his mask finally crumbling completely.

Venom started to bubble in his throat, causing him to hesitate before opening his mouth. Regret, self-hatred, helplessness, and guilt devoured him as he gazed at you through seemingly indifferent eyes that now glistened with unshed tears. The weight of your words, the pain etched on your face, and the love that had long been overshadowed by darkness crashed over him, leaving him vulnerable and broken. 

In that moment, the walls he had built around his heart crumbled, and the armor he wore so proudly shattered, exposing the rawness of his emotions to the one person who had managed to touch his soul. You watched him, your heart aching but also hopeful. This was the moment of reckoning, the catalyst for change. You reached out, your hand hovering over his trembling shoulder, a silent offer of support.

"Osamu, my love," you said, your voice soft yet resolute. "You and I both know this can't go on. Sooner or later, we have to move forward. I'm not rushing you to heal, but I am urging you to start. Not just for me, but most especially for yourself."

The room fell into a heavy silence as Dazai wrestled with his emotions. Tears welled up in his eyes, the weight of his actions crashing down upon him. He sank to his knees, his trembling hands covering his face, trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to consume him.

In that vulnerable moment, you approached him, your heart breaking for the man you loved. You knelt down beside him, your hand gently resting on his shoulder. Dazai looked up, his tear-streaked face revealing the pain he had long kept hidden.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he choked out, his voice raw and filled with regret. "I didn't realize how much my actions were hurting you. I never intended to make you feel useless or unimportant."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your own tears mingling with the raindrops falling outside. "Osamu, it's not about being useless. It's about sharing the burden and supporting each other through the darkest moments. I can't fix you, but I can be there for you. But you have to let me in."

Dazai clutched at your hand, his grip desperate yet filled with hope. "Y/N, I know where you're coming from; it's just that I've been a coward, avoiding the truth about myself and my emotions. I've been a bigger idiot for finding comfort in stagnation. But I don't want to be that person anymore. I want to face my fears, confront my flaws, and become the best version of myself."

The weight of his words hung in the air, a fragile promise of a brighter future. You both knew that healing wouldn't happen overnight and that the journey ahead would be filled with challenges and setbacks. But as you looked into Dazai's eyes, you saw a newfound determination, a flicker of the man he could and can become.

The rain had finally ceased, leaving behind a tranquil atmosphere in the aftermath of the storm. The Armed Detective Agency headquarters, once filled with tension, now carried a sense of calmness. You and Dazai found yourselves seeking serendipity in each other's presence, finding comfort in the quiet moments shared between the two of you.

As the last rays of moonlight filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room, you approached Dazai. Your eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. Without a word, you reached out and cupped his face tenderly, your thumb caressing his cheeks.

With a tender smile, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a gentle yet passionate kiss. It started as a simple connection, a way to affirm your love and draw strength from one another, as well as a promise that you would never, ever leave his side. As the kiss deepened, fueled by the pent-up emotions and desire, it threatened to escalate into something more fervent.

Yet, in that moment of intense connection, you pulled away, your breath mingling with Dazai's. You gazed into each other's eyes, your chests rising and falling in synchrony. You continue to graze your fingertips on Dazai's cheek, tracing the lines of his face as if committing every detail to memory.

He leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. The weariness of the day, both physically and emotionally, weighed heavily on you both. The two of you had weathered the storm together and fought your battles, and now it was time to find solace in each other's arms.

His eyes searched yours, his gaze filled with a mixture of love, possessiveness, and a tinge of insecurity. His emotions, usually hidden behind a facade of nonchalance, were now laid bare before you.

"I love you, Y/N," Dazai whispered, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "More than anything in this world, I can't bear the thought of losing you."

His words, filled with a newfound intensity, sent shivers down your spine. His usual cool and collected aura had transformed into a mix of passion and a touch of distress.

But instead of being scared or overwhelmed, you welcomed and embraced his heightened emotions. You understood that Dazai's love for you was profound, a force that consumed him and left him vulnerable. And you were more than ready to reciprocate, to ease his worries and soothe his restless soul.

"Osamu," you whispered, "I'm here, right here with you. I'm not going anywhere."

His grip on you tightened ever so slightly, as if afraid that you might disappear if he let go. You leaned in, your lips grazing his ear as you whispered, "You are the only one for me, Osamu. No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side."

As your words sank in, Dazai's tense posture began to relax. He realized that his fears and insecurities were unwarranted and that you were steadfast in your love for him. With a mix of relief and renewed determination, he kissed you once more, his lips conveying a mixture of passion and adoration.

The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you immersed in a bubble of love and trust. The room seemed to melt into a blur of colors as your bodies swayed with an unspoken rhythm, your connection deepening with every touch and caress.

As the kiss finally broke, you both were left breathless, your foreheads still pressed together. Dazai looked into your eyes, a mixture of vulnerability and adoration shining through his gaze.

"I don’t deserve you; you’re way too precious for someone like me, but thank you for loving me despite my flaws and for seeing the best in me. I promise to cherish you, protect you, and be the best version of myself for you," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence and devotion.

As tears welled up in your eyes, you were overcome by the profoundness of his words and the genuine emotion in his voice. "Deserve is such a powerful word, Osamu. There are countless individuals who are just as imperfect as we are, yet that doesn't automatically make us inherently wicked, right? I love every aspect of you, the parts you deem as flaws and virtues alike," you declared, your voice brimming with unwavering love.

Your words hung in the air, wrapping around them like a promise. In that intimate moment, both of you found strength, renewal, and a shared understanding. You knew the path ahead wouldn't be easy, but together, you were ready to face the challenges and forge a future built on love, trust, and healing.

With a smile, Dazai leaned in once again, capturing your lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss. It was a celebration of your love and an affirmation of the bond you had forged through the trials you faced.

And in that transformative moment, Dazai Osamu felt the weight of his burdens lift, liberated from the shackles that had bound him for so long. And it was all thanks to you.

-

After an eventful day at the ADA office, you and Dazai finally retreated to the comfort of your apartment, seeking peace and quiet. The chilly evening air prompted you to opt for a heartwarming hotpot dinner, a perfect choice to warm your souls.

As you set the table with an array of fresh ingredients and fragrant broths, Dazai made a sly gesture, revealing a hidden stash of sake. Your eyebrows shot up in a mixture of surprise and amusement, realizing the ungodly amount of alcohol he had squirreled away. With a deadpan expression, you couldn't help but playfully scold him for his excess.

You knew that part of Dazai's healing journey involved acknowledging and breaking free from his unhealthy habits, and excessive drinking was one of them. With genuine concern, you made it clear to him that going forward, he needed to be mindful of his alcohol intake. Dazai's playful pout surfaced, but beneath it, he understood and appreciated your intentions. He promised to be more mindful of his health, realizing the importance of taking care of himself.

As the evening unfolded, the apartment filled with a harmonious symphony of laughter and lighthearted banter. You and Dazai reveled in each other's company, sharing inside jokes and good-natured jabs. The stresses of the day melted away, replaced by a sense of comfort and contentment.

With every hearty slurp of hotpot and every sip of sake, the bond between you grew stronger. The shared meal became a symbol of nourishment not only for the body but also for the soul. As the day drew to a close, you found solace in the simple pleasures of being together, basking in the warmth of laughter and the undeniable connection that bound you.

[elysianstars]

Persona 5 Playthrough Commentary, Part Four!

Makoto has joined the team! I'm glad to have another female party member. I love her new attitude, and I love that two of the first things she did as a Phantom Thief were to smash enemies up with a motorcycle and go out for crepes with Ann.

The Bank Palace is my least favourite dungeon so far, design wise. The security cameras do not spark joy. It did take less time to complete than the others though.

Oh, we're casually abandoning Ryuji with the guys who think he'd make a great drag queen, I guess? Just wandering off and leaving that one in the hands of fate.

Can someone please suggest we change the headteacher's heart already, dude is clearly horrible (and part of a greater chain of horrible that I hope we get to break eventually).

No, I don't want to charm girls. No, I wasn't hitting on that student. No, I don't care about the weird maid advert. No, I don't want to talk about dating during Persona negotiations. Help, it feels like I'm really back at school again.

Also I'm a nerd who enjoys the crossword puzzles. And I like how exams are related to the questions you've been asked throughout the term. Actually learning things here (which does not make me feel like I'm back at school again).

Yusuke's painting of Mementos is rad, I would hang that on my wall.

Just normal rival things: you invite him to a cafe to eat cake together, and to disguise you from bothersome fans, he messes up your hair and puts his glasses on your face. You...just go along with this? Totally normal behaviour.

Medjed sound like a bunch of incels from Reddit, who want to start a dick measuring competition with the Phantom Thieves.

Starting a new drinking game, where every time a male character acts stupid around Ann, I take a shot.

Wait, hang on, Sojiro has a secret daughter hiding in his house? Since when? I guess if he's already a father, it makes more sense he would've agreed to look after another teenager? Did not see that one coming though.

Driving across the desert to reach the latest Palace, and I am sighing and lining up the shots.

Pyramid design is good. Story progression swinging wildly from 'oh shit, Futaba had an abusive mother who wished she didn't exist' to 'oh shit, Futaba's loving mother was murdered by guys in black suits who probably stole her research, and then covered it up by traumatising her kid even more'. Like, are we sure it was suicide? Could she have been the first example of someone forced into a psychotic breakdown, and that's why she jumped in front of the car? Because someone else wanted to explore the cognitive psience stuff she'd discovered? And maybe that's related to the black mask invader who was in other Palaces? (do not answer these questions please, I don't want any spoilers)

I'm confused though, because it seemed like Futaba's sin would be sloth because she's a shut-in, but collecting the seeds created the Crystal of Wrath. Anyway now she just needs to wake up again and deal with the online manbabies.

[ey2doszm]

Heyy, I'm obsessed with your last Sunghoon fanfic. I personally think it's soo hot. And i want to read more of your Sunghoon works, so i have a suggestion.

Okay so the reader is walking home from a friend's place when they hear a beep from behind. They turn around to see Sunghoon, their long-time crush. Sunghoon asks if they want to take a ride with him, and the two of them start making out passionately in his car and then the rest is yoursss!

I hope you would notice meee

The Steamy Encounter | PSH | 18+

pairing: Enha Sunghoon x Reader

genre: Smut

warnings: Car sex, Unprotected sex, Oral, Slight soft and rough, Late night sex , etc.

wc: 0.7k

note: This is such a good idea! I hope this will be good enough ^^

It was a beautiful summer evening, and you were walking back home from a friend's place. As you were walking, you heard a beep from behind. You turned around to see a black car parked on the side of the road. It was Sunghoon, your long-time crush, who you had not seen in a while.

He rolled down his window and called out to you, "Hey, do you want to take a ride with me?"

Without a second thought, you hopped into his car, and you guys started driving around the city. You talked about everything, from your favorite movies to your dreams and aspirations. As the night went on, the conversation became more and more intimate.

As you drove down a deserted alley, Sunghoon pulled over to the side of the road. He turned to you with a mischievous smile and said, "I have been wanting to do this for a long time."

Before you knew it, you were making out passionately in his car. The windows were fogged up, and the car was filled with the sounds of your moans and heavy breathing. The chemistry between you and Sunghoon was electric, and it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore and you climbed on top of him, straddling him in the driver's seat. It was as if time had stopped, with nothing else in the world mattering except for the two of you in that moment. His hands explored every inch of your body, sending shivers down your spine and making you feel more alive than ever before. As the minutes ticked by, you felt yourself becoming more and more aroused, you body responding to his every touch.

As you and Sunghoon continued to explore each other's bodies, Sunghoon's hands found their way to your panties, and he started rubbing your clit with his fingers. It was an electrifying sensation that seemed to consume your entire being, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment. His touch was both gentle and firm, and it was clear that he knew exactly how to please you. Both of you let out a loud moan as you came all over his hand, your body writhing with pleasure.

Without missing a beat, Sunghoon unbuckled his pants, and you eagerly took his hard cock into your mouth. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, and you knew you needed him inside.

Both of you quickly shifted positions, and you bent over the back seat of the car as Sunghoon entered you from behind. The feeling of him inside you was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but scream out in pleasure. As you moved your hips to match his rhythm, you couldn't help but think about how much you had wanted this moment with him. The way his hands gripped your hips sent shivers down your spine, and you let out a moan as he picked up the pace. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you knew that it wouldn't be long before you was pushed over it.

Sunghoon’s breath was hot on your neck, and you could feel his chest pressed against your back as the both of you moved together to the rhythm of your passion. It was a moment of pure ecstasy that you never wanted to end.

You continued to have sex with each other like wild animals, your passionate desires consuming the both of you. You were both so lost in the heat of the moment that you couldn't control yourselves. As you both approached your climax, Sunghoon pulled out, his warm breath heavily panting on your neck.

He then proceeded to take his time coming all over your back, the hot liquid slowly trickling down your skin, leaving you feeling alive and satisfied. Y'all collapsed onto the backseat, sweaty and exhausted, but completely satisfied. As the both of you caught your breath, y'all knew that this would not be the last time you'll explore each other's bodies. As you lay there, breathing heavily, you couldn't help but think that this was the best sex you've ever had in your life.

feedback and notes are always appreciated ! let me know what you thought of this. :)

[askganon]

Great King, What do you enjoy to eat? I'm not asking a simple icebreaker question I should be clear. In my opinion, one of if not THE greatest pleasures in life, more than physical desires, is easily food. You've lived through literally countless eras, not years or decades but ERAS, and you've traveled just as much as you've lived, the amount of history and experience you have in anything is sure to be boundless and priceless let alone on something as culturally and physically important as not just food for survival, but food for pleasure. A good meal can not only provide sustenance, nutrients to strengthen and nurture the body but a good meal can also fix, or break, any spirit or moral. A dish can also tell the entire history of a person, nation or even an entire people. You're a very large man and not to mention a very, very active warrior so I can imagine that you've had to learn of ways to not only replenish your strength while also enjoying a meal fit for the greatest of kings. You've talked at length many a time on Gerudo cuisine, and don't get me wrong I'd always love to hear more, but I also know you're a wise and cultured man with a broad mind who's explored palettes as much the lands and time itself. I want to hear about your more adventurous expeditions in the culinary frontiers. I wish to know what tastes you find pleasant, what you find repulsive, what you initially thought lesser of but was pleasantly surprised by, do you prefer the sweeter tastes? The soft, sweet taste of a smooth honey or a rough sugary explosion? What things had greater value, were they good for the body or the soul? The mind or the heart? Do you lean towards more savory, rich dishes or more hearty meals? There are a million different ways one can prepare an apple all with drastically different and hardly resembling one another. Those arent exactly what I mean to ask but are just examples, I seek something far more abstract. I seek any and all knowledge you're willing to give about food and am especially interested in your experiences further away from the comfort of the familiar.

Eating is necessary for survival. This was the way when I was a youth. It was only when I was filly grown and had already infiltrated the realm and castle of Hyrule did I learn kg eating for pleasure.

While I have already had meals that pleased me greatly within the desert, the idea of living to eat rather than eating to live was foreign to me completely.

However, it is as you say. Over the millenia, I have sampled many varieties of dishes and many more flavors.

I can honestly say, as I have before, that Goron cuisine is not fit for those who cannot digest rock. They also require incredibly high heat to cook their... Minerals, so even tasting such dishes can be hazardous to one's health.

Hylian delicacies are, as I have said, quite bland. They have plenty in butters and salts and herbs, but lack in spice and spirit. For this, I find their dishes dull.

Zoran cuisine tool longest to understand, and delight in the mixing of salted and spur, bur they have masters the blend, and have made sea-born food palatable to thise of the desert.