#which i dig but its whatever lol

[raptorwithamarker]

who's copying who?

[starscelly]

RE: tagging gifs as live blogging: If you're doing it live, it's live 🤷‍♂️ they have the ability to scroll passed those "bad hits" posts or ignoring the gif maker's comments about the hits or whatever they're saying they don't wanna see. Honestly the live blogging tag would be dull to me without the gif makers. I don't think they have a good argument for not putting it in the tag.

am just now catching up on my inbox, but i appreciate the genuine input! zoe kitnita was talking about it as well and im like. as always like nod nod i agree with her. i do think it varies Heavily depending on team and team fandom norms and it is very much the norm here? and as long as nobody in starsblr complains about it i think we're all just gonna . keep doing that lol!

i will also say i think it Remains the norm in starsblr BECAUSE there's been so many giffers as long as ive been active and most of the people who make gifs have been around starsblr for a While atp (i am by far Not the longest tenured poster but ive been Kicking Around for a few years now so) so the stars lb has ALWAYS looked like that in my memory? maybe a little less so in the 19-20 season when i started lurking but even still

[5-htagonist]

ahhhhhhhhhhh genuinely NOTHINGGGG helps my exec functioning issues/self esteem/hygeine/anxiety/ETC more than having a good hair cut!!!!!!!!! my hair lays and feels exactly like i want it to it doesnt fall in my face or bother my ears im literally unstoppable unfuckwitable

[broke-on-books]

Okay so. I have never ever done this before and have NO idea what I'm doing but I was bored at work and made an artfight account. Anyways my name on there is Swishyyellow so like if you're on there. That's me (also tell me what you guyses names are) so um yeah. <3333 peace and love on planet earth etc.

[handweavers]

there is a specific type of politics that i find a lot among artists of colour of my generation living in the west where we talk a lot about war and empire and racism and it's a lot of like decolonization buzzwords and talking about "embodied approaches to collaboration and knowledge production" and bringing science and ecology and historic cultural practices into our art and there is this heavy emphasis on the mutual aid instagram infographics thing and it constantly feels Iike everyone around me is dancing around an understanding that is just outside of their grasp and i think its because everyone is afraid of marxism in an explicit sense, rather than just the vague defanged "leftist" sense, which isn't a coherent ideology at all nor an actual Foundation of tools through which we can seek to understand the world. the scientific method for understanding economics is dialectical materialism, and to truly understand how capitalism and colonialism and patriarchy function you need to be willing to learn materialist analysis. like to actually understand What imperialism is and how it differs from colonialism, the actual material function(s) of capitalism and Why things are the way they are, to see with clear eyes the roles of racism and homophobia and transphobia and ableism, and to write and make art about it in the way I think many people desire to, where you are not dancing around an understanding of the realities of the world but actually biting through the meat of it, you need to understand materialism, you need to understand that imperialism is not the same thing as colonialism it is the highest stage of capitalism, and really dig into that. otherwise my peers will just keep dancing in circles and saying things that not only do not reflect reality but actively benefit the systems that harm us as well as the billions of our people who do not live in the west, and all the jargon like "we are decolonizing our mindsets with multidisciplinary ecologies" or whatever will never actually like... have the impact that is desired because it's not touching the face of reality idk how else to say it. like what are we doing here lol

[dinogoofymutated]

Omg I love your headcanons/fics!! I really need to ask if you'd be willing to write an addendum for the jealousy headcanons for Wolverine? Of course no pressure if you can't/don't feel like, just thought I'd try to ask! :) Hope you have a nice day/night, and keep up the good work! 💗💗💗

Jealousy Headcannons!- Multi/GN!Reader - Wolverine, Morph, Angel, Sabretooth. You got it man!! Had a version of this requested for Logan so many times lol. I went ahead and added more characters to round it off into a full multi character hcs. Logan doesn't explicitly punch anyone in this one, so sorry if anyone was looking forward to that! (Sorry though, his is pretty similar to cable's) I'm also testing the waters while writing for Morph. I know everyone is starving for fics with them, but I'm not really used to writing for they/them characters (despite the fact that I try to avoid pronouns for the reader, weird I know, but its mostly due to me using you/your.) forgive me if I slip up with their pronouns, and let me know if I do so I can fix it! TWs: Violence (not towards reader, but some pretty mean names are called tho) Men can be creeps/harassment. Unnecessary changing scene with Warren bc I love non-sexual intimacy like that. Flirting, Barfights again but this time it's a little bloody (sabertooth) Drinking mentioned.

Wolverine

Okay, so Logan here is a bit of a mixed bag when it comes to jealousy. I really feel like it depends on the situation? In general, he trusts you more than just about anyone. When someone flirts with you, he's generally just very grouchy and most of the time, quiet. He glares a lot, and if you meet his gaze he'll raise an eyebrow, basically asking if you need an out, and then he'd act accordingly.

Buuuttt. If he's in a bad mood or has had a tough day, he's more likely to resort to threats and intimidation to handle any romantic attention you might receive. He gets more physically protective and will usually have an arm slung around you at all times.

That's not to say he only gets jealous of romantic attention though. I feel like he also get jealous of anything and anyone taking up your time, really. he'd probably stay quiet until he just kinda snaps and drags you away from whatever has your attention for smooches and cuddles. Don't let him fool you by telling you he's not cuddly, he totally is.

"Back. Up. Bub." Logan's rumbling voice is venomous, a growl of warning as he bows up on the man in front of you. The two of you had been out on a mission together, which normally would have gone perfectly fine. Unfortunately, you'd ended up running into some old acquaintances of his. Both of you were bristiling at the contact, but you knew that coaxing Logan into a fight was just what he wanted. The man had been making moves on you the entire time- and although you were practically an expert in ignoring the flirtation from asshole guys, you were beginning to get more and more uncomfortable with it. It was when the man had started to make sexual comments about your body that Logan snapped.

"Who you callin' bub, pipsqueak?" The man smirks, looking down on Logan with arrogance. Anxiety had begun to worm it's way into your stomach.

"You better learn to watch your mouth." Logan growls. His fists flex as his claws unsheath, the adamantium practically itching to dig into the guy's skin. This was escalating fast, and you needed to stop it now. You both needed to complete the mission without any complications, extra fights included.

"Logan, Please, can we just go?" You say, grabbing his wrist and tugging before he can launch himself at the man. Logan's angry face remains intact, but you can see the way his shoulders slightly loosen. He glances at you, before backing off from the man with a snarl. You sigh in relief as Logan turns to follow you as you drag him away, just thankful you've avoided a problem at that point.

" 'bitch's got you on a hellava tight leash. Who knew the wolverine would be so whipped over some cheap whore." Logan stops abruptly at the words, sighing deeply as he looks at you, rage burning in his eyes. Whatever reserved attitude you had about this fight was basically gone, evaporating at the insults. You let out a long sigh, before you pull your hands away from him and shrug your shoulders. Logan grins at you wickedly.

So what if he came home with a few more bruises than normal? His knuckles would heal- but the ass whooping he gave out would damage that guy's ego forever.

Angel

Warren is the silently jealous type. No matter how bad he's being cooked with jealousy, he's really just going to keep an eye on you from afar. Growing up as a rich kid, I feel like his dad was very strict on manners and how not to make a public scene, which has kinda carried over into his adulthood.

If someone just won't give it a rest and keeps trying to pursue you, Warren will be not low-key about it. He'll come over and set his hand on your back, or sling his arm around your shoulder, or if he's feeling really cocky, Shake the person's hand and introduce himself as your boyfriend/husband. He'll only outright tell them to back off if they start to get out of hand and he knows you're getting really uncomfortable.

"I just don't like him." Warren says, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. He's still in his suit from before, the red and bright white standing out starkly compared to the muted warm tones of your shared bedroom. You laugh at him as you begin to change.

"What? Why? I think Pietro is kinda funny." You ask, beginning to take off your shirt. Warren sighs in a petty way.

"Yeah, exactly." He mumbles under his breath, walking over to help you when your head gets stuck in the neckline like it always does. You give him a kiss on his cheek when you're free, not quite having heard him.

"Can't I dislike him just to dislike him? I don't need a reason." Warren speaks up this time, and you can't seem to hold back your amused smile as he digs his hole deeper. "-but, if I did, I'd say he's just too friendly with you. I don't like it." You can't help but laugh at that as you finish changing into more comfortable clothes. He turns around on autopilot, letting you unzip him from his suit- careful not to catch his blonde hair with the zipper.

"It's not like he's taking me away from you, Warren." You say, pressing a kisses to his exposed neck and back as you help him navigate his wings through. Warren huffs a little, his wings twitching as his voice goes soft.

"I never said that. I know he's not. I trust you enough to know so. I just..." He trails off, stepping out of his suit and left in his boxers. He lets you pull his shirt over him, stretching his wings in the confined space of the bathroom when its on correctly. You cock an eyebrow at him now that you're facing him, waiting for him to continue. He doesn't, simply looking away from you to avoid your knowing gaze. You let out an amused chuff before closing in on him.

"It's okay to be jealous, Warren, but I promise you, I'm not going anywhere." You say confidently, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He sighs again, but smiles as he looks at you with a soft and loving gaze. His arms wrap around your waist as he rests his forehead against your own, closing his eyes as the two of you begin to sway a little.

"Yeah, I know."

Morph

I really think that Morph is more of an insecure jealous type, but they're more likely to hide it behind humor. If you're being flirted and don't seem to be overly uncomfortable, they're probably going to fade into the background. They know that you love them, and they trust you, but they're so used to being second best for everyone they know that they just feel like they're bothering you. Later on, when whoever is flirting with you leaves, Morph will shift into them and start joking about it. Don't let the humor fool you, they're hurting right now. Just give Morph some extra love and kisses and reassurance and they'll feel better eventually.

Now, if it's clear that someone is bothering you, Morph won't be afraid to roast the everloving shit out of them. They take the moment to really embarrass the person, and if you're in a bar he'd totattally shift into the dude just to offer a drink to everyone and then dip, sticking the asshole with the bill.

You really didn't like clubs. They were busy and loud, but you had a friend celebrating her birthday in one, so who were you to turn down the invite? You certainly couldn't go without your favorite shapeshifter by your side either. The only problem was that Morph wasn't the only one who had eyes for you that night. Morph hadn't said anything in the moment, but you knew stuff like this bothered them. Even while walking home from the club, they still seemed to be trying to brush it off.

"Hey, Good-lookin. You interested?" Morph says, having shifted into the guy who had been flirting with you earlier. They're leaning against the side of the payphone like a goofball, having waited there as you called the school to let the others know you were finally on the way home, tipsy, but still hoping the fresh air would sober the both of you up. You roll your eyes as you giggle at them, shoving their shoulder and sending them stubiling.

"In that guy? No way!" You laugh, walking past Morph before they quickly catch up to you.

"You gotta admit, he was pretty handsome for a POS." They joke, puckering their lips and making kissy faces at you.

"Mmhm. suuureeee." You hum, pushing their face away from yours as they laugh.

"Come on, you saying' that tall dark and handsome isn't your type?" Morph shifts from the man at the club, and into the blonde, blue-eyed Warren worthington, wings hidden underneath the supposed coat. "-Or maybe you'd prefer blondes. I hear Warren's quite at catch." You huff at them, and shake your head again. Something in their tone of voice just seems to set off alarms in your brain, and they doesn't seem to be acting as genuine with you anymore, a vulnerability creeping into their voice no matter how hard they were trying to hide it. This goes on for a rather solid minute, Morph shifting into different people you know and asking who you prefer with a laugh and a fake smile. You shake your head every time, but it's starting to become more than just a bit. You begin to lose your patience, your own hurt seeping through the cracks.

"You're into the gruff, muscly, Logan, right? Hafta' be if you're still-"

"Kevin." You finally cut them off with a stern tone of voice, grabbing their wrist as you abruptly stop walking. They flinch at the name, eyes blowing wide with concern as they shift from logan, then to the dark haired version of themselves- before then settling on the form you know so well.

"... Not the government name." They mumble, more caught up in the strict way you said their name rather than the words themselves. You grab them by the collar of their leather jacket, pulling them close to you as you look into their eyes.

"How many times to I have to tell you I love you for you to believe me?" You whisper after a moment, voice coming out a little broken. Morph's seems to panic a little, making a concerned face as their hands catch hold of your wrists gently.

"I- no, that's not what I..." Morph says, trying their best to fix the situation. They can't seem to come up with the right words, their eyes avoiding your gaze as their mouth opens and closes with no luck. You cup the side of their face, bringing them back to face you.

"I. Love. You." You say purposefully. "Not some guy at the club- you, Morph. Any part of you that you want to give me, Any form you want to take. As long as it's you, I don't care." Morph relaxes at your words, sighing as you bring them closer to you, resting their forehead against your own.

"Yeah?" They ask, eyes fluttering closed.

"Yeah." You reply, finally leaning in to kiss them lovingly. They return the kiss softly, only separating from you when you begin to drag them down the sidewalk with you once again, hand in hand.

Sabertooth

He does not handle jealousy well at all. Honestly, I wouldn't put it past him to put someone in the hospital. It doesn't matter if they're just flirting, or if they're actually bothering you, he's going to start some shit. The man loves to start fights, and he couldn't care less what the reason is for. I will say though, he's gonna be a lot less smiley if the person insults either of you. He may be a shitstarter, but he doesn't take disrespect, especially not disrespect towards his S/O.

He's never mad at you for it. If anything, he's glad you gave him the chance to take some anger out. He'll encourage you to wear sexy and revealing outfits because he wants to see you wear them, and also because he's gonna beat the shit out of the first guy (and every guy, honestly) to look at you the wrong way. ESPECIALLY if you have boobs. Those are his boobs. He wants them to be popping out of your clothes 24/7 but no one else is allowed to look at them. Did he just see someone glance at you? Say goodbye to your teeth, motherfucker. (and your balls too.)

Victor loved shitty dive bars, as gross and unsanitary they may be. He liked to bar hop a few of them every other night, and although you weren't necessarily the dive bar type, you did enjoy spending time with him. Normally you'd just wear casual clothes, but today you had wanted to dress up a little bit. Nothing too fancy, but your shirt was a little low cut compared to what you normally wear. Victor had been loving it, especially since he got to have you as his eye-candy. That was what you were going for, and you succeeded! The only problem was that he wasn't the only one appreciating the view.

You were sitting at the bar, watching Victor win another round of pool while sipping on your drink. A man had sat next to you earlier, but you didn't think anything of it at first. It was a busy saturday night, and there weren't that many seats open at the bar. At most, you had a uneasy tingling on the back of your neck, feeling that someone was watching you.

"What's a fine thing like you doing in this shitty place?" The man suddenly asks. You send him a questioning glance, almost baffled at the flirting. He must be new here, because every other regular of this place knew for a fact who you always come here with, and no other man is stupid enough to try their luck with you while he's lingering around.

"Who, me? Enjoying some peace and quiet, obviously." You say in a sarcastic tone. The man chuckles next to you.

"Aw, not interested, sweetheart? I swear I'll make it worth your while." You make an obviously disgusted face at that, beginning to wonder who this guy thinks he is. The tingling feeling you feel hasn't let up, in fact, it's only gotten stronger. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up, and you can't help but feel like something is seriously wrong here. You brushed it off on the alcohol, but Victor had always been a bit more perceptive than you. He barely glanced over in your direction before he was storming over. For a split second you think he's mad at you, until he violently grabs the man next to you by the collar, his claws scraping across his collarbones and causing him to yelp as he shallow cuts begin to bleed.

"Did I just see you staring?" Victor huffs, glaring so hard you swear the man shrinks underneath his gaze. Every bit of confidence he had a minute ago had vanished completely.

"W-what? I... Uh..." The man stutters, unable to say a complete sentence through his fear. Victor turns to you slightly, his grip not letting up for a second.

"He say something to you, Doll?" He asks, and you wonder if you should tell him the truth. You almost felt bad for the guy in his grip, knowing that he was probably just stupid and new to this bar. You shake your head in response, even though the stranger had been giving you off vibes since the moment he sat down. Victor grins at you, a loving excitement in his eyes as his grip only gets tighter.

"Aww, you don't have to lie, sweet thing." Victor chuckles, and you grimace when you realise that he totally saw that lie coming a mile away. Vic turns back to the man, his smile dropping instantly as his other hand slips the guy's phone out and slams it on the counter of the bar. "Open your camera." Vic snarls. The man starts to panic now, squirming to get out of his grip.

"N-no! Let go of me Man!" The man stutters. Vic only begins to grin again.

"Nuh-uh. I want you to show my baby the photos you've been taking all night." Photos? You didn't know anything about any photos. Your brows furrow as the man begins to whine and panic, squirming to no avail. Vic smirks at you as he send you a nodd, and you grab the phone and open the creep's gallery. There has to have been over thirty photos of you from just tonight, sitting at the bar, ordering your first drink, even one from when you had gotten up to use the restroom.

"Oh, gross!" You say, recoiling from the phone and wiping your hands on your shirt, not wanting to know where this guys hands had been all night. The man in Victor's grip has gone completely pale, freezing at the sight of Vic's terrifying smile. He reaches over towards the phone with his free hand, picking up the device before crushing it with his bare hand.

"Why don't you head outside, honeybee. I'll take out the trash while you're gone."

[melrosing]

do you think cersei or Tyrion is more like Tywin?

i've always thought Cersei, though ig GRRM probably disagrees - he contrasts Cersei's 'wildfire' with Tywin's 'glacier', and there's ofc the 'Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you' line by Genna Lannister.

but in my mind Tyrion is kind of what Tywin could be if he weren't so.... Tywin lol. Tyrion is pretty adept at strategy. he knows how to make allies and work with his enemies. he can talk his way out of almost anything, and when he can't he generally has the right allies to help him out of it. he's good at what he does, but is simply hindered by society's attitudes towards his disability, and ofc Tywin's own. Tywin could have the perfect heir in Tyrion, but Tywin is genuinely too hateful to make use of that, and sabotages himself instead.

i've written a lot more in this essay about how Tywin kind of botches his own legacy by ruling with fear, clinging to Jaime as his heir and disdaining Tyrion, ultimately leaving his house an unsalvageable mess. Cersei was never going to be the one to turn it around because she has absorbed so much of Tywin's worldview, but again, he's left it in such a state that there's not really much anyone can do. Jaime has better instincts about how to restore some level of peace, but the damage is truly done, so that peace could only be short term.

and as I say, Cersei is the one who has absorbed much of Tywin's worldview. like Tywin, she has defined herself by her name, and has little concept of herself outside of it. she has a scorched earth approach to her enemies: people will quote Tywin with the whole 'when your enemy is on his knees you offer him a hand' or whatever, but lbr, the fear Tywin ruled with was the Rains of Castamere. he is not known for making peace with his enemies. and he is a brutal man who thinks little of hiring men like the Brave Companions, Gregor Clegane etc, who ofc are so fucking rabid that hiring them constantly comes back to bite Tywin - Gregor goes beyond orders and destroys relations with House Martell, which will contribute to House Lannister's downfall. the Brave Companions maim his heir. this man is not that fucking smart lol, he's just brutal. and Cersei is the same: she ofc brings Gregor straight back into her employ, hires hits out on children, cannot make an ally to save her life, etc.

and like. IS Tywin a glacier to Cersei's wildfire?? their anger may present differently, but both are obsessed by vengeance, and pay no heed to what they destroy in its pursuit. the Red Wedding will be revisited on the Lannisters, just as Cersei's attempts to destroy Margaery are already being revisited on her. it's all circular, but Tywin and Cersei are too short-sighted to see the same patterns repeating again and again. they do not adapt, they do not change their approaches, they just dig their holes.

and Tyrion is not self obsessed in the way his father and sister are. Tywin is intensely preoccupied with self image, to the extent he can't tolerate any slight against it. his whole worldview is shaped by the fact that he can't stand being laughed at, and a sense of entitlement to power. Cersei's pretty much the same, but ofc differs in the sense that as a woman, she hasn't been able to claim that power and respect in the same way Tywin has. it's the same kind of shit though.

they ofc differ in lots of small ways, but I think Cersei as a person is ultimately much more like Tywin than Tyrion. Tyrion has modelled parts of himself on his father, but critically. he adapts and makes changes where he sees fit, and as a result is much more capable than his father ever was. and having the ability to adapt and change in the first place is how he differs substantially from Tywin and Cers.

[willsimpforanyone]

HIHIHI!!! I'M SOSO HAPPY YOURE BACK :3 May I request a Leo x reader smut where he gets home from work frustrated n eats the reader out 'til they're overstimulated? THIS IS SO WEIRD IM SORRY 😣ANYWAY I LOVE YOU, ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT DO THIS ASK, M JUST REALLY HAPPY YOU'RE BACK !!!!! (can I be 💀anon, if that's open? :3)

of course you can be skull anon (i'm on my laptop so i can't use emojis lol) also sweetheart this is definitely not weird this is an excellent request lmao lets gooooo

minors dni, includes leo being a little mean and eating the reader out until they cry, one singular spank, reader has a pussy but everything else is gender neutral and of course, all characters are over 18

If I think back, really I could have predicted this from the moment I woke up.

Leo was gone by the time I opened my eyes, a note on the bedside table alongside a flower folded from a paperclip. The note was a mess of errors, his dyslexia playing up is always a sign of stress.

The second sign would be the wildly out-of-character short text responses I recieved, queries about his day being met with monosyllabic answers. There was nothing I could do, so I'd sat down at my laptop to work from home for the day, a little worried about him but figuring he was a big boy, he'd survive a hard day.

The third and most obvious sign that today did not go well was the jangling of the keys in the lock, followed by rapid-fire Spanish swearing. I'd laughed, saving my work and abandoning my laptop on my desk to go save Leo from the door or vice versa, whatever the case may have been.

Bright smile on my face, I'd opened the door and hardly gotten the first syllable of 'what did the door do to you?' out my mouth before I was promptly cut off by his lips on mine. Nothing gentle, nothing patient, just frustration and irritation and a need for something, anything, to go right.

Which led to my current position. My thighs shake around his head as I hold myself over his face, his fingers digging in firmly to my flesh as he pulls me back down. "One more."

A pathetic, almost-sob lurches from my throat as his tongue laps harshly at my pussy. My fingers clench at the headboard, holding on for dear life as Leo sucks and licks and tongue-fucks me into nearing my third orgasm of the evening.

"I c-can't," I wail, gasping and moaning as he laughs darkly against my pussy. He lets go of my thigh only briefly to land a firm smack on my ass.

"You can, and you will," he growls, voice low and leaving no room for questioning his command. His lips close around my clit and suck, looking up at me through half-lidded, dark, fierce eyes as I choke on a scream. Giving up on the headboard, I fist my hands in Leo's curly hair, whole body trembling as I come against his mouth for the third time. He laps it up greedily, burying his tongue as deep as he can to coax every drop of my release from me.

My body almost gives up on me, tipping to the side as my jelly legs fail to continue to hold me up. Still riding high and almost drunk on pleasure, I hardly notice when Leo catches me smoothly, flipping us around so he's above me. His lower face shines, swollen, slick lips parted as he pants with a filthy grin.

"You think you've got another one in you?"

He doesn't give me a chance to respond, promptly wriggling down the bed to stuff his face back between my legs, moaning against my oversensitive pussy as he gets another taste. My limp, exhausted body responds to his encouragement, every nerve on fire as he swirls his tongue around my folds.

"T-Too much," I whimper, useless hands half-heartedly fisting the sheets at my sides. "Can't- Leo, fuck, please, gonna fuckin' break me-"

"One more," he whispers against me, looking up from between my thighs and reaching his hands to lace his fingers with mine. "Give me one more, babe, then we're done, I promise."

I whine in protest on behalf of my tired body, but I nod. Leo grins and dives back down, nose nudging my swollen clit as he presses softer, languid open-mouthed kisses against my cunt. It's so much, pleasure feeling like a wrecking ball as my heart pounds against my ribs, and tears spring hot to my eyes.

It takes barely a few minutes for Leo to draw one last orgasm from me, my whole being exhausted and milked dry as I grind shakily against his tongue. His fingers squeeze mine tightly, grounding and reassuring as he drinks down my release, sighing happily as he makes me come for the fourth time.

With one final kiss, soft and sweet, between my legs, Leo crawls up the bed to press his lips to my forehead. "Thank you, oh, you did so good for me, I'm so proud of you, honey..."

I cling to him weakly, sniffling slightly as my body quivers underneath him, but a small smile tugs at my lips as he litters kisses all over my face. His praise is constant, his earlier frustration vanished as he wraps me up in his arms and gently wipes the tears from my cheeks.

"Shh, I know, it was a lot, huh?" he coos, nuzzling his nose into my cheek. "Thank you so much, I needed that, needed to feel my baby falling apart for me... let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

In a little bit, I'll get him to talk; ask him how his day was, why he was so upset earlier. For now, I'm dazed and exhausted but happy, more than content to stay cuddled up in Leo's arms, whispered promises of a homecooked meal settling warm in my chest.

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a bit of a shorter one but i very much hope you enjoyed!

[mymoshangthoughts]

oki my guys can we plz talk about gold digger airplane?

like look, i know it's nice to write him with the moral fortitude to not want to take advantage of his partner financially and ngl, some of my favorite fics have portrayed him as being uncomfortable with people buying him shit

but dearest to my heart, this man will hug any thigh in the name of gold-digging his way to comfort

pride? what pride? who has time for pride when you've written a million words describing papapa for the explicit purpose of paying your bills. you look down on those who have the pride to be uncomfortable with expensive gifts

you have one of several reactions when you are presented with an expensive gift

score! i love this, i wanted this, it's mine. if they try to take it back i will weep and beg and bite

score! i hate this, its totally gross looking, imma sell it off at a marked up price and get a profit out of this worthless fucking gift

score! this means that i have this level of monetary value to the person gifting me, which means i can ask for more shit, better shit, give me an inch and i will take a mile

score! this person is clearly dumb with their money and will therefore be easily persuaded into spoiling me fucking rotten. this is it, boys. we made it

or really any variation of this

look, he might totally love the person gifting him the items. assume its his one true love, the icy king mobei jun himself and he is looking at this glamorous diamond gift going "o...m...g... he's dumb with money. this is the jackpot. sexy, cool, AND easily exploited for cash?! I WILL MARRY THIS MAN"

look

i just want shameless gold digger shang qinghua so fucking bad

also literally mobei jun realizing that shang qinghua is weak to wealth and just being like "oki so imma just literally bury him in diamonds so he'll never even think to leave me" bc mobei jun Does Not Care

whether shang qinghua is staying for his massive tits or his expansive treasury, so long as shang qinghua stays, he is a happy dude

but also yes i want him to be mean about it LOL please make shang qinghua cry by confiscating his diamond collection. do it.

shang qinghua cackling as he counts his money and being on top of the world and calculating how much he'd get in a potential divorce (because he's cynical as fuck and he WILL win the divorce, fuck you. even tho he has no intention of divorcing this man. that would be like killing the golden goose or whatever)

and sure, shang qinghua does 100% absolutely love his husband. if his husband was poor as dirt, shang qinghua would still be there at his side through thick and thin. his feelings go beyond money and he would pinch every penny for the rest of his life to be with his beloved. this is all true about him and his feelings of love and loyalty are sincere as fuck

but does that mean he isnt OVER THE FUCKING MOON TO MARRY RICH? dude, he is living his fucking dream and he is going to take FULL advantage of this gloriously bountiful life. it's like finding out your boyfriend is well-endowed. like sure, you'd still love him if he had a small dick, BUT YOU ARE NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT THAT BIG DICK, NOT AT ALL, YOU INTEND TO ENJOY THAT BIG DICK TO THE FULLEST EXTENT

thank you for attending my insane rant, long life gold-digger airplane. may he thrive!

shen yuan: *scrunches up his face* how can you deal with that? he treats you like a wallet

mobei jun: eh, he has yet to figure out that ive basically used that wallet to trap him in this relationship

shen yuan: that sounds like financial abus--

airplane: HUBBY! I WANT A NEW PAIR OF SHOES! THE ONES THAT COST AS MUCH AS CAR!

shen yuan: ...ya know what, match made in heaven. im going home.

(shen yuan who would absolutely hate if binghe treated him like a wallet but also spoils his binghe rotten without being asked and would 100% be uncomfortable receiving expensive gifts from binghe lolol)

[medullamindset]

Can you please write something about reader struggling to suck loris off I know that man has a huge dick 😭😭 whatever gender is fine I don't mind any

Sorry for the wait on this 😭 i started it the day i got the ask and then pushed it aside, remembering it every five days or so lol

BUT NOW ITS DONE, mayyybe a little halfassed cuz im eepy as shit but yayayaya!!😸

Potential content warnings(?): Reader has hair at a grippable length, MY OPINION on Loris' dick size and uuhhghhjhhhh yh thats it 👻 Loris' is sweet as candy towards R <3

Struggling to take Loris in your mouth. Ugh dude this is so real cuz like hes a BIG BOY. LIKE- hes around 200 cm's.. His hands are big, his feet are big, just shoulders are broad and his chest is HUGE, obvi his cock is proportionate for a guy his size too, like a good 7 inches and a half? (he wouldnt be RIDICULOUSLY long, shit just hurts anyway.. Unless ur like a size queen, POP OFF in that case).. And its definetly REAL girthy, like 5 diameters. (..Yes, i've thought abt it.) all heavy in your hands, like lifting weights fr

I just know he'd be so nice abt it, Loris is a fucking gent.

He'll feel you struggling on his cock, slightly choking around it, hardly taking half of him into your mouth, throat tight and unallowing.

"Oh, Honey." He coos, gazing down at you propped up between his legs where he leans against the kitchen counter. His thumb drags along your cheek, grabbing your chin and pulling you off his length for a second.

"Only take what you can, alright? You're doing so good." He mumbles in that smooth voice of his, a little gravelly where it lowers. You fumble with his dick, hands stroking all 7.5 inches up and down as you gaze at him with wet eyes. "Mhm." You hum weakly, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm before placing it in your hair for him, he runs his fingers through it with a fond smile.

you return to your quest and start suckling on his tip, licking up and down his slit whilst pulling his foreskin back with your hands. Leaning his head back with a groan, Loris bucks his hips subconciously, pushing himself a little further into your mouth. You relax this time, licking around his cock as you suck, taking more and more of him in. You come up for air every 20 seconds or so, mumbling something abt his size, gupling in air before putting your mouth on him again. To which he just chuckles, leaning his head back as his pleasure builds up.

Loris closes his eyes as he plays with your hair, fingers tangling in it as he cradles your head, urging you to keep going. He moans out when his tip rubs against the back of your throat.

You hiccup from the odd feeling and come up for air again, gasping it in as you jerk him nice n sloppy. Loris stares down at you lovestruck, eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, lips parted as he lets out hoarse pants. You rub his tip against your reddened lips, dribbling spit over it before taking it in your mouth again, tongue tracing the veins underneath. You watch the blissed out expression on Loris' face from below. One of your hands lifts up to feel his flexing stomach, scratching at his skin gently as you keep working what you can't take in your mouth with the other.

"Feel so good, Hun.." He moans out, tilting his head back. You whine around your mouthful at the praise, the sound traveling straight through Loris' ears and right to his already aching cock. He twitches in your mouth, nudging your uvula. You come up again, wiping drool from your chin sheepishly. "Fuck.." You whisper just below your breath. "I can't do it.." You whine, embarassed by your own inexperience.

"Yes you can, Honey. Just relax, okay..? When have i ever judged you?" Loris consoles, petting your head with a comforting smile.

After a few seconds of slow strokes and silent contemplation, you take him in your mouth again, breathing through your nose the best you can. You bring both hands to Loris' hips as you scoot yourself closer between his legs. Nails digging into his skin as you push forward slightly, his tip pushing further past your uvula as you lick around him. You keep at it, tracing his most prominent vein with your tongue as you move up and down his girth, your jaw getting sore much quicker than you'd like. Lucky you, Loris is extremely sensitive. So you keep going despite the slight discomfort, relaxing your throat as you push forward.

Loris' mouth gapes when he feels himself slip past your tongue and into your throat. He knew he was big, he had people who'd get up and get dressed when they couldn't take more than half of him, who'd whine about how big he was,.. And not in the good way.

Yet here you were with almost all of him in your mouth, teary eyed as you bob your head along his length. Loris gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he lets out a guttural groan. Hes so close. Your nails dig crescent moons into his hips, but he doesn't mind, the pain only adding to the pleasure. His balls tighten as he comes closer to orgasm, cock twitching in your mouth, making you hiccup a gag, you keep going though, your tongue running crazy around his shaft, throat contracting around his swollen tip. Loris nearly whines, eyes shooting open as his hips buck wildly.

A fat tear rolls down your cheek as Loris watches the fucked out expression on your face, soft gags bringing even more stimulation to his aching cock as you cry from the foreign feeling. He catches the tear with his thumb, groaning something about how pretty you look crying on his dick, a tremulous lilt to his voice as his pleasure peaks. "Ooh fuck, baby-.." He grunts, curling in on himself as his abs flex erratically. "You-" he cuts himself off with a loud, gravelly moan. His grip on your hair tightening as thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat, you're gagging and lifting yourself off Loris' cock before you even know it, stroking it messily as even more milky-white cum paints your teary face. You stick your tongue out to help draw out his orgasm, licking and kissing below the tip.

Loris' hips and cock twitch in sync, his eyes trying their hardest to focus on the sight before him. You pant heavily as he rubs his tip against your spit and cum-slicked lips, a shiver escapes his ajar mouth, blinking up at the ceiling a few times to collect himself.

He looks back down at you, his dick completely spent.

You lean back shyly, lifting up a hand to your face, collecting the cum splattered over your cheekbone on your ringfinger.. You blink, hesitating for a second, before carefully bringing it to your mouth and sucking it clean. A groan catches in Loris' throat at the sight. He notices his still grip on your hair, releasing it gently before bringing his own hand to your face, thumb dragging over the soft skin of your chin, making your lips part, transfixed by the man above you. He examines the fluid on his thumb for a moment..  Looking back up into your doe-like gaze, he brings the pad of his thumb to your lips, watching intently as your tongue pokes out to lick it clean. "So beautiful.." He mutters as you swallow, staring down at you in pure adoration. He grabs a clean dishcloth from behind him and turns back towards you, his hand wrapping around your bicep to pull you up. Once you're on your feet, he turns and wets the cloth under the tap, making sure that the water is warm beforehand.

Soft digits lift your chin up. Wiping up the mess he made, Loris turns your head side to side gently, looking for any spots that glisten in the light and swiping over them gently. A timid smile tugs at your lips, Loris mimicks it dearly, tossing the rag aside to cup your somewhat clean face with both hands. "You did so good, honey. Now,.. Hows about a shower?" He mumbles lightheartedly, low eyes drinking you in. You nod, your smaller hands wrapping around his.

Loris kisses your nose, pulling a giggle out of you, your face getting squished by his hands as you try to shy away. Before you can pull away, he presses his lips to yours, stopping you in your tracks, making the moment last juuuust a little longer <3

Hope this was readable my eyes cant focus for shit rn.. Huuurghgghhh.

I re-read "hoarse pants" so many times all i can think of is a horse with pants photoshopped over it please :(

I swear im. an artist

[nihongoseito]

〜なら = assuming that ~ is already true

some months ago, i posted an explanation of the difference between 〜たら and 〜なら that i (and other people!) weren't quite satisfied with, especially on the なら end of things. so i decided to take another, more thorough stab at it! let's see if i can do a better job explaining it this time!! 早速ですが、頑張って説明させていただきます！！

how is なら usually translated?

usually, people translate なら as "if", no questions asked. however, when i was in school for linguistics, i learned a very different (and really particular) definition of なら, which we called "assertive" なら: "if, as you say..."

what the hell does that mean, i hear you mutter amongst yourselves—and to be clear, that was my exact reaction, too (lol). in my opinion, "if, as you say" is not a clear or helpful definition of なら, nor is "assertive" a very helpful moniker....we whiffed this one, linguists! so, let me try and do better!

for now, let's translate 〜なら as "assuming ~ is already true". this is clunky and probably not where we'll ultimately end up in our translation, but hopefully you agree with me that, even with no other information, it's better than "if, as you say"!

why have i put forward this particular definition? well, let's wait and see ;)

what can なら attach to?

the short answer: anything.

the long answer: check out this cool bullet list i made!

N + （の）なら

V［plain］ + （の）なら

い-ADJ + （の）なら

な-ADJ + （の）なら

~FAQ~

Q: wow! that's easy! A: i know, right? for once in our lives (lol) Q: what exactly does ［plain］ mean? A: it means ANY plain form (nonpast, past, negative, whatever) Q: speaking of tense, what about tense? A: なら can attach to any tense! for verbs and い-adjectives, that means 〜たなら, and for nouns and な-adjectives, that means だったなら. Q: what's with the （の） everywhere? A: that's optional and it comes up a lot in japanese when you're expressing your opinion, offering advice, or giving explanations (often as ん in speech). if you're not familiar with it, it's not vital to understanding this lesson, so don't worry!

let's explain なら!

at last, it's time! remember our preliminary definition? let's say 〜なら means "assuming ~ is already true".

under this definition, なら functions as a marker of assumptions: in essence, なら marks a clause that the speaker is taking for granted (i.e., as true). by using なら, we set a stipulation for the following clause.

let's see some examples!

空港に行くなら、一緒に連れて行ってください。 = assuming you are in fact going [= if you are going] to the airport, please take me with you.

how do you like that translation in orange? clunky, right? but, on the other hand, it makes it very obvious what なら is actually doing in this sentence—namely, setting a stipulation! let's look at a bit more closely, in english:

the stipulation: you are going to the airport the follow-up: please take me with you the implication: if you're not actually going, then you can't take me with you

presented like this, it becomes clear that if we were to modify or reject the stipulation, the follow-up would go out the window. in context, for example, what if the listener interrupts and says, "oh, sorry, i scrapped that plan, i'm not actually going to the airport"? then, of course, "please take me with you" would no longer be relevant. if the なら clause stops being true, so does its follow-up clause. whether or not the follow-up comes true is entirely reliant on the なら clause coming true first. i mean, that's just how stipulations work, right!

let's see another example:

カフェインは苦手だけど、お茶なら飲める。 = i don't handle caffeine well, but assuming the drink is tea [= if it's tea], then i can drink it.

here the なら stipulation is highlighted in orange again. let's dig in:

the stipulation: the caffeinated drink is tea the follow-up: i can drink it the implication: i won't drink anything caffeinated that's not tea (e.g., coffee)

see how the follow-up relies on the stipulation? this is a pretty easy case to imagine, since lots of people have stipulations about their diets (i drink tea but not coffee, i eat fish but not meat, i like jalapeño but not wasabi...you get the idea lol). in context, the listener might say, "how about coffee?" and the speaker would reply, "nope, no can do", which shows how the follow-up (飲める) can only come true if the stipulation (お茶なら) is already true.

let's see a MISUSAGE of なら, to compare with what we've seen so far:

❌ 私が行くつもりなら、彼も行く。 = assuming i intend [= if i intend] to go, he will also go. ❌

can you already see where this sentence is going wrong? hint: it's in 私!

so, we know なら points to a stipulation, and usually, you don't have to stipulate about something you yourself control. therefore, in a clause like 私が行くつもりだ, where you have complete control over whether or not that clause is true, there is no real world in which なら makes grammatical sense. otherwise, it makes it sound like you don't control your own つもり! (similarly, it's not grammatical to say, 私がVたいなら). basically: if the speaker controls whether the clause comes true, using なら in that clause isn't grammatical.

summary!

so, what do you guys think? is this a helpful way of describing なら? let's summarize quickly:

〜なら can be translated as "assuming ~ is already true". (clunky, but effective!)

in a なら sentence, the なら clause must be a stipulation. (if the speaker can control whether or not it comes true, it's not a stipulation!)

in a なら sentence, the follow-up clause can come true if and only if the なら clause has already come true.

phew....we did it! as always, these points are just the way it makes sense to me to explain it, so if you don't get it, just keep noticing when なら appears out in the wild and it'll get clearer and clearer! plus, there are exceptions to every rule :)

so...how is this different from 〜たら and 〜と and 〜ば?

great question, the answer to which could fill a book, actually probably several....i won't offer my explanations in this post because it would become longer than my master's thesis, but if you feel confident in reading native japanese, i highly recommend you look up explanations of all four conditionals written in japanese. here's one i like a lot:

not all explanations are there are as linguistic as this one, there are also pages more geared toward learners, so if you do a quick search you should be able to find something. and, of course, if you REALLY want my two cents, send me an ask!! i'm happy to give my explanation, just elsewhere :)

anyway, thanks for reading as always! お疲れ様でした！！ 🙇🏻‍♀️

[1nsan1tysan1ty]

Tim AU where he’s dead as hell

Tim Drake died at age 10 while chasing Batman. Tim Drake dies to a gunshot wound to the abdomen from a bullet gone astray (that goon can honestly die with him cause that was such a bitch move).

He wakes up at home, cold and alone. He blinks, confused. He doesn’t feel dead although he’s…cold. His camera is still hanging off his neck and the high ceilings of the Drake manor offer no explanation.

“Okay,” Tim says, “okay.”

He stands up, head dizzy and body aching. His abdomen in particular hurts quite a bit and when he pulled his shirt up, there was a circular shaped scar. It was rigid and a little red on the edges.

Tim, being a ten year old, simply shrugged and went about his day. He continued school even though the people around him ignored him. He still did his work and the confused look on his teachers face was always a little weird.

And after a week break, Tim leaves the house to stalk the bats again. He finds that when he hides in the shadows (he learned from watching the bats do this) he basically disappears. Like, literally disappears! It makes snapping these pictures so much easier!

Then, the day his parents return from their dig, Tim is very startled the weirdness of his parents. They’re sniffly and just barely holding it together. They keep ignoring Tim when he tries to ask what’s wrong too!!

And suddenly, when there’s a gala held in his own name and the whispers of condolences, does he realize what’s happing.

“Okay. I’m…dead,” he nods as he stares at his sobbing mother, “dead-dead.”

Tims eyes wander to Mr. Wayne and watches as the man frowns and tries to comfort his grieving mother. It’s a bitter sight.

///cutaway segment where I yap///

Now, I’d assume that Tim is…a little numb. He accepts being dead weirdly well and just decides to live as normally as possible(he’s in denial). This time, he pretends he’s alive but he doesn’t actually interact with living beings and their world.

Okay, here’s a new thing

Because Tim is dead, he can wander Gotham with zero issues and thus, starts spying and listening in on rouges. He captures photos still(of course) and suddenly, he stumbles upon a big plan that would kill literally everyone. It’s set to happen in, let’s say, a year from when he finds out

Queue Tim finally deciding to do something that could actually help ppl. He prints the pictures he took(how? I’m not sure. He’s just built different I guess) and he starts leaving them in Batman’s, Nightwings, and Robins patrol routes.

One day, Tim just goes “fuck it” and shows up to the manor. He hides in the shadows and subconsciously allows himself to blend in with them. He’s nervous okay??

Dick is walking down the corridor, photograph in hand and Tim is just so excited! He’s also worried and stressed and dead which he totally forgot about. He scares the shit out of Dick which in turn scares the shit out of Tim and he scurries into the shadows again.

Later, Dick tells the others about the encounter

“Its eyes were glowing pure white!! With really sharp teeth and holy shit—“

“Language.”

“—and holy cow it was terrifying!!”

While Tim is a little sad that Dick(his Robin!!) called Tim, a 10(11?) year old, scary, it does spark a new idea.

Thus, Tim decides to play into the exaggerated narrative Dick had set in motion. The shadows like him and play along with his trickery. He leads the bats with glowing, blinking eyes and soft whispers.

And finally, three days before Gotham is to be exploded, Bruce figures it out and the Batfam save the day.

Happy ending! Yay!

Tim probably haunts them and because he’s been dead for so long (and as a child), he literally doesn’t know how to live anymore.

The bats have to coax him out of his cryptid, lurker like mindset and now they have 10(is he 11? 12? Maybe 15 now?) year old Tim Drake whose now permanently family.

End lol

Note:

This was VERY rushed and just an idea I had to write down

If anyone would like to expand their thoughts or ad don pls do!! Comment or reblog or whatever lol

I would highly appreciate it!!

[azzifuddworlddomination]

casual pt. 1

okay yall i've never written fan fiction before, but i saw one too many pazzi edits to casual and i couldn't help myself but write something. not proofread lol

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“I’ll be ready in a second, I swear,” Azzi calls over to Colleen, who has been sitting on Azzi’s bed as Azzi gets ready. They were supposed to be at Ted’s an hour ago, where the rest of the team is celebrating first night. 

Colleen watches as Azzi paws through all of the drawers in her dresser. Unsatisfied, Azzi begins to dig through the pile of laundry that was building on her floor. “What are you even looking for?” Colleen asks. “My good bra,” Azzi replies, “I can’t find it anywhere. Unless I left it at…” Azzi trails off. “Don’t even finish that sentence,” Colleen advises. “You aren’t still seeing her are you? She’s making you look like a loser, while she goes and does whatever the hell she wants, while you just wait for her to be “ready,”” Colleen wraps air quotes around her last word. 

Azzi knew Colleen was right. Azzi turns around and slips her shirt off, before putting on a different bra, and a purple tank top. She turns back around towards Colleen, “let’s just go,” Azzi says. “Come on Az, I feel like you aren’t really hearing me…” Colleen says as she follows Azzi out of the dorm. “I just don’t want you to waste your time on her. You’ve been here for like three months and she’s just made you miserable this whole time,” Colleen finishes. “I know Colleen, but can we please just not talk about this tonight? I actually want to try to have a good time tonight,” Azzi replies. “Fine,” Colleen responds, knowing that Azzi’s will most likely end in a bathroom, crying over Paige.

Ted’s is packed tonight. Both the men’s and women’s teams had gone out to celebrate, as well as what seems like every other student at UConn. Azzi looked through the crowds before finding the women’s team surrounding the counter and taking shots. “Finally you’re here!” Nika calls out to the girls as they make their way over. Nika hands Azzi a shot, “You gotta catch up,” she reasons. Azzi downs the shot. Nika hands her a chaser which Azzi happily accepts. Nika hands Azzi a drink and pats her hand before going back to Dorka. Amari comes over and drunkenly envelopes Azzi in a hug. Amari tries to catch Azzi up on all that she missed while she was still back at the dorms getting ready. Azzi peers around the crowd as she notices that Paige isn’t with the rest of the team. As Azzi looks deeper into the crowd she finds Paige talking to a few guys from the men’s team. Azzi gently touches Amari’s arm “Wow, Amari, I feel like I was there,” she laughs before she leaves to go make her way through the crowd to Paige. 

“You and Fudd?” one of the guys asks as he playfully shakes Paige’s shoulder. “No, no its not like that,” Paige responds, “We’re not together. It’s just a casual thing right now.” 

Azzi steps back accidentally stepping on the person behind her. “Watch it,” the girl calls out. Azzi turns around and makes her way towards the door. As she reaches the doorway to the alley, she can’t hold it in anymore. She throws up all over the steps of the backdoor.

Azzi carefully walks down the steps, avoiding her own vomit. She makes it onto the ground, and slides her back against the wall. Normally Azzi would be cold in the November weather in just a tank top and jeans, but tonight she was burning. Casual?? She thinks to herself. We’re just casual??

The entire time that they have known each other, Paige and Azzi have been anything but casual. From flying to each other’s basketball games to going on vacation together to Paige moving in with Azzi during covid; they have never just been casual. 

When Paige had gone off to college, she and Azzi had agreed that they would wait to be exclusive until Azzi started school. Paige enjoyed playing into the hot shot basketball star persona that she had at UConn her freshman year, but she would still make time for her nightly facetimes with Azzi, even if she had to leave a different girl’s dorm to do so.

Azzi’s been at school for three months, and it seems like Paige has made no effort to become exclusive. Azzi didn’t want to pressure her into anything. She would just wait until Paige was ready. Azzi tried to be with other people, but at the end of the day they weren’t Paige and she could never do it. 

The door opens, breaking Azzi out of her train of thought. Azzi turns her head to look at the door, as she sees a blonde figure walking down the steps. “Az, Aaliyah said she thought you come out here. What are you doing?” Paige asks. “I just came out here to get some air,” Azzi responds. Paige reaches out her hand and pulls Azzi up from the ground, bringing her into a kiss. For a split second, Azzi kisses her back, before she breaks off the kiss. She rests her head on Paige’s shoulder. Azzi’s mad, and Azzi knows that she’s mad, but Azzi also knows that all she wants to do right now is be with Paige. She’s mad, and she’s conflicted, which makes her even more mad. “Let’s go back in Az, it’s cold as shit out here,” Paige says. 

Azzi follows Paige back in, but stops at the bar as Paige keeps walking. Azzi orders two drinks before retiring to a corner in the back of the bar. Casual??? Azzi thinks. She says we’re casual and yet she’s the only one who came looking for me??? And she kissed me??? What the fuck??? 

[psalmicwitch]

🔹 Psalm Magic 101 🔹

I practice with psalm magic a lot as a Christian witch, but it’s not exclusive to Christian witches. I’ve said this before on my blog, but the psalms are some of the oldest, most well documented pieces of magic we have.

The psalms, commonly attributed to King David, but there’s actually no evidence of who authored any of the psalms. We have no idea who they came from, but we know they came from much older sources. Using the book of psalms as magical test is a sort of pre-Wiccan traditional witchcraft practice.

I tend to follow Ariel Gatoga’s method of psalm magic, though there are many traditions.

Step 1: Start with a Psalm

Start with a psalm. It helps if it has a meaning that aligns with what your intentions are, but it isn’t explicitly necessary. You’ll have a harder time working the psalm, but it is definitely not impossible. I like this index of psalm meanings.

Your first read through of the psalm you’re going to treat it like an incantation. Recite with intent and with energy, whatever that means for you. Do this without stopping. (If you stop you do gotta start over)

This doesn’t have to be out loud, if you’re in the broomcloset, but read through it as if you were reciting it out loud. I like to describe this as “all but” letting the words come out of your mouth.

Step 2: Work the Psalm

Next, we move on to working the psalm. Our next read through, mentally or out loud, we’re reading and digging deeper, verse by verse, finding the occult meanings behind certain words.

What are occult or double meanings? I really like, again, Ariel Gatoga’s booklet on discerning the double meanings of certain words.

He describes finding these words as seeds which we plant and grow into magic. The description that resonates with me is knitting these words together to grow into a functional spell.

There’s no inherent magic in reciting a psalm. The magic comes from working and weaving its pieces together with intention to work towards your goal.

Sometimes, if I have the energy, I’ll do a second working of the same psalm. Don’t do more than one psalm a day. One thing about psalm magic is that it can be exhausting. I remember the first time I really had success with a working it completely drained me and I passed out immediately after. Even if you don’t get physically tired, it is mentally taxing, so don’t overdo it. (Remember to always raise energy before and ground after.)

Ending and Circuits

I personally end with incanting the psalm once more, putting special emphasis on those occult or double-meaninged words. I made this up. It helps me feel like I’ve gone full circle, but truly, we were finished after we worked the psalm. This second incantation is really just putting frosting on the outside of the psalm cake.

Circuits are an integral part of psalm magic, unlike my little frosting on the cake. When you work a psalm, it’ll work, but to add more energy to what you preformed, you’re going to want to recite similar psalms the next few days. My favorite circuit is definitely 9, 90, and 91 for healing illness.

To work a circuit, pick the 3-6 psalms you want to work, and work them, one a day, 3-6 days straight, depending on how many psalms you picked. After, take a few days rest and evaluate how you feel about what you did. I search deep for my gut to tell me where I stand in the problem. If you feel good, great! If you don’t, do the circuit again.

I like psalms because psalmic magic does not rely on anything else. You can create a ritual around it (I do!) but nothing else is required. You can be the most inconspicuous witch ever. You only need a Bible or a book of psalms.

A final note, if you feel detached from the language found in the book of psalms, especially if you’re not a devotee of an Abrahamic god, it’s important to reframe it. In this text, you are god. (Heresy alert lol). Remember, these texts predate what they’re used for in the Bible. Change your frame of reference, and realize you are the god of the texts. (Or if you do resonate with the way they are written, don’t bother.) It’s about how to make the text work with you. There is no power in the exact language with which the psalms are written.

Once you learn the process, psalm magic starts to feel like second nature.

If you ever don’t want to write your own spell, if you want to recite some old magic, or even if you are worried about getting caught, psalm magic has something for everyone. I really do implore you to give it a shot.

Lastly, if this has been helpful or insightful to you, please consider donating to the ALS Association.

I’m on a mission to end ALS. If you can’t donate, reblog my pinned post, or hey, send a psalm up for healing those with ALS, or knowledge for those working for the cure.

[coralhoneyrose]

With Lucina’s birthday approaching, I keep thinking about how Chrom and Robin handled the birth. Do they panic? Does Chrom faint from seeing what’s happening to his poor wife? How much do they cry once they’re holding their baby? Does Chrom even get to hold her, or is he too scared of breaking the baby? Who came up with names? How much more competent are they when it’s Morgan’s turn to be born?

Okay, I should send the ask before I come up with too many more questions lol

Oh gosh 🥹 feeling very soft from contemplating all of this. Let’s see…

I definitely think they panicked when they first found out. Not because it wasn’t planned or because they weren’t over the moon (for whatever reason, I tend to imagine they actually had to try for a little while before Robin got pregnant) but more that when she finally was, and they realized that it was real and actually happening, they both felt newly aware of the challenges ahead. There would be a LOT of eyes on them, and neither of them have good memories of their parents to draw from (at least in the present timeline) so I imagine that would amplify their nerves a lot too

This is more pregnancy related than it is about Lucina’s actual birth, but I feel like Chrom is probably insufferably hovery and doting during the entire pregnancy. Like—his protective instincts are just going haywire LOL, which Robin cycles between finding very sweet and exasperating. She has to keep reminding Chrom that she’s not made of glass and that in most respects, she’s still totally capable of taking care of herself. At some point Chrom and Frederick are both fussing around the room trying to account for her every need and she’s like Oh gods, there’s two of them now 😭

Carrying over from that, I think Chrom would be nearly sick with nerves once the actual birth was happening. I imagine him wanting to stay by Robin’s side and hold her hand through the whole thing but he’s so anxious and over involved that the midwives or whoever wind up having to bodily drag him out adghdk. I don’t necessarily think he would faint but I DO think he would wear some grooves into the floor from pacing so furiously outside the door.

As far as crying goes, Chrom would start crying the second he’s allowed in and sees Robin holding Lucina. Just like quietly leaking tears with the biggest smile on his face. Robin I think wouldn’t be teary at first, just exhausted and content, but when she sees Chrom crying it would get a tear or two out of her too.

Chrom would be scared / hesitant to hold Lucina at first even though he would REALLY want to. But Robin would talk him into it by reminding him how good he is at being gentle with her when he needs to be <3 side note, but given how much Chrom adores his sisters and how much admiration he has for a lot of the women in his life, I think he would be really excited about having a daughter 💙

Names…names are tricky. I feel like common fandom head canon is that Lucina is a family name from somewhere on Chrom’s side. I do like that idea, though I’m partial to Robin actually having been the one who comes up with it. Possibly after digging through old history books on Chrom’s family tree. Actually, I think I read a fic about that once. I’ll add a link if I can find it.

As for Morgan, I do enjoy the headcanon that his name is a derivation of Robin’s mom’s. Robin would have remembered her mom in the original timeline so it works in that regard. Kind of as a cute converse to Lucina, I like the idea of Chrom having been the one to suggest Morgan’s name be what it is

In terms of how much more competent they are the second time around, in a lot of ways I’m sure they do have a much better sense of what they’re doing. Robin probably read a ton of parenting books while she was pregnant the first time, but experience is a teacher all its own afterall. That being said, I’m partial to the idea of Chrobin having Morgan twins in the good timeline and if that’s the case, there’s twice the number of babies and twice the chaos to manage. Really putting their parenting chops to the test :’)

Alright, I think I hit all of them! Thank you (as always) for such a delightful ask! I tend to mostly write about pining stage Chrobin, so it was fun having a reason to daydream about them as new parents <3 I do love their whole blueberry family so very much

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Yesterday, I decided to assign all of the Vongola Kids desserts and list my reasons along with it. After sitting on it for a night, I decided to make a post about it!! Consider this my Vongola kids flower post 2.0. (Aka another excuse to infodump about desserts, the same as flowers..) sJKNG one day I'll make a serious analysis post again but today is NOT that day. For now, these are the insane ramblings of someone who looked at a dessert and said "IS THIS A VONGOLA CHILD?" for 2 whole hours until the desserts started to speak back to me. Something something, stare into the abyss and it stares back at you. Please... enjoy the vongola kids dessert-ified... Which one of these would you try personally? <3 Put underneath the cut for length purposes~

Tsuna: Purin Pudding/Custard Pudding

Okay so just look at it. thats tsuna. Soft and smooth, easy on the tastebuds. The special thing about Purin Pudding is that the caramel on top can be cooked for a shorter or longer time to change the flavoring up. Darker is more bitter, while lighter is sweeter. This creates a dessert that if you're someone who prefers a specific level of sweetness/bitterness; a purin pudding can be a good dish to suit your tastes. There's a level of this pudding for anyone. It's a flexible harmonious dessert, and can be enjoyed by everybody. Just like our boy, Tsuna. :)<3

Also, shoutout to my friend who pointed out that in the Sanrio collab, Tsuna was paired with pom pom purin. This was completely unintentional on my part but I'm taking that a sign from the universe that I'm right SGKJN.

Gokudera: Berry Trifle

So, this is a very overwhelming dessert with lots of layers. You take your first bite and you don't even get all the flavors. its all berry which is like this mixture of sour and tangy. Then you dig further in and you start to find that sweet cream inside of the dessert. If you're willing to try and dig that far in and see him for what it is, eventually, the cream and berries will mix together towards the bottom into a delightful cream, berry, and cake treat that will be a wonderful mixture of sweetness and tangy. It represents his character and the devotion in him that becomes sweeter the more work you're willing to put into him.

Yamamoto: Anmitsu

A Japanese confectionary that uses agar, the white jelly that you see, which is made from red algae. This fits very well in the fact his family owns a seafood restaurant. Red algae can be turned into something new, yet still traditional to its home country. I believe this represents our baseball player turned samurai for his family quite well. So, water is used to melt the agar, and the dish is lined with fresh fruits and topped with sweet black syrup for flavoring. Overall, this ends up creating a simple, sweet, and refreshing dish to consume. Yamamoto at his core represents tradition, innovation, and is a refreshing force within his family.

Ryohei: Maple Walnut Pound Cake

So, where I'm from, pound cake is a breakfast food. You don't have it very often, but it's a filling treat you would have with tea or coffee. There's the equivalent dessert referred to as bundt cake, but bundt cake tends to be lighter and more airy. Pound cake gets its name from having 1 pound of each ingredient, and can be in whatever shape it wants. Bundt cake tends to be made in the shape of the image you see above. A pound cake CAN be a bundt cake, but bundt cakes are not pound cakes is a good way to see it. Anyway back to Ryohei, pound cakes are the heavier version and fill you up quickly so therefore they're great for an energy boost in the morning. The flavor and nuts provide a sweet crunchy taste that I believe fits Ryohei well, as someone who trains and is a charged battery of energy. (Also healthy protein in the nuts, since he's an athlete LOL) He's a lot to consume, but he'll keep you going throughout the day.

Lambo: Taffy

Obviously Lambo has to be a candy. He HAS to be. Lollipops were too simple for him, and his grape candy that he eats in canon is just too vague to find an answer for. I stumbled upon taffy, which is sweet and hard that you have to suck on to enjoy and it takes awhile! I thought the toughness of the taffy represented his role as lightning guardian well, then you consider the long time it takes to eat representing how he’s going to grow into someone really strong. And finally, because he’s a little kid and taffy is a kid’s candy……also it comes in grape. (Also, Taffy tends to be either you love it or you hate it and that's pretty Lambo in canon haha.)

Chrome: Choux puff/cream puff

Choux are really light and airy. I don't know if you guys have ever had them but it feels like biting into a sweetened slightly crunchy air hksnj. Barely present. I think just how airy this dessert is fits her well. There’s a bit of a shyness to this dessert I can’t explain it. But I think whats extra special is that choux puffs can baked in masses and slowly put together into a croquembouche which is a giant tower of cream puffs. These are made specifically in celebrations, typically weddings or christmas.They're very expensive, very elegant, and huge symbols in France. I think it’s a great way to show Chrome’s growth into herself as she slowly grows from a single little pastry into a magnificent sight. Or maybe I'm being too poetic abt desserts that one small dessert can become something great with time, precision, and hard work put into her if someone is willing to try.

Mukuro: Baked Alaska Flambe

I mean look at it. LOL. It’s a huge meringue layering that gets burnt on the outside by the flames via blow torch, creating a smokey crunch on the outside. The meringue layer acts as an insulator for ice cream that sits on the inside so it doesn’t melt. In a way, I think this represents Mukuro well. A burnt outer layer that protects the sweeter interior. You can take the burnt out layer to be how he presents himself, but truly is kindhearted on the sweet inside interior or you can view the burning meringue layer as the side of him that allows himself to get burnt to protect the family he's managed to gather together.

Hibari: Rakugan

He was hard. He really truly was hard. Eventually, I stumbled upon the Rakugan. They’re a type of wagashi (thank you to my aforementioned friend for giving me the idea that he'd be a japanese confectionary... my ass was looking at chocolate cakes LOL), and more specifically a higashi. This refers to dry Japanese candy. Basically, they’re a candy that has all of the moisture sucked out of it (less than 10% of water remains!), but once you put it in your mouth it melts away quickly once water is mixed in. Much cloud behavior. Also they’re really cute and intricate with various different designs and he likes cute things (thanks unnamed friend lol). You eat them with green matcha tea, usually served formally at tea ceremonies or given at shrines and buddhist temples as religious offerings. Very traditional sweet made out of pure sugar. I think the fact you enjoy this sweet with the bitter matcha taste mixed with the traditionalism fits him very well. They're also deeply connected to the region of Kanazawa in Japan, just like Hibari with Namimori. I had a very funny interaction with my friends in regards to this dessert, because doesn't it kinda look like it would taste like soap??? LIKE THAT'S JUST SOAP. DRY. SOAP. I enjoy the idea that Hibari be this very gorgeous and history-filled dessert, and then taste like dry soap that you need to drink tea with to stomach. It just? IT FITS HIM.

Thank you for reading this far if you did <3 Which would you EAT!!! If I had to pick one, I would eat the HELL out of ryohei. i looove pound cake.