#you should understand where i’m coming from

[lethalchiralium]

Simon is a liar.

Well, it’s not that he lies often, but he does do it and you have no idea unless it’s with the girls. Getting them to sleep by telling them that they’ll get candy in the morning instead of eggs, telling them the tooth fairy has the day off on Fridays, and even telling his toddler that he goes and saves puppies some days instead of the world. He lies, but not without reason.

But as he follows you around as you shop, he feels the need to lie. Tell you that you look good in an ugly color dress just to get you to laugh. Deny that your grip on his hand hurts. Say that he doesn’t want another leather jacket, even though he does. He wants the one you keep showing him - nice detailing, shiny silver zipper, and thick lining to keep him warm. One that wasn’t ripping at the seams, has cigarette burns, or holes that dotted its worn flank.

“Simon, please, I just want to buy something nice for you.” You say, looking at him with those sweet eyes and genuine care.

He hates himself at that moment when he lies.

“I’m alright with what I got.”

The nod of understanding, knowing that pushing will not get you far, distressed him. He knows he shouldn’t be this way, that he should bend at the knees every time you even begin a sentence. But the leather jacket is something he can’t do that for, and he can’t stomach telling you the reason.

You pull out pretty dresses and tops to show him, he always agrees with the ones that make your eyes pop. Your hand squeezes his every time you walk back and forth in this little boutique and he knows quite well that you’re purposefully passing this perfect leather jacket multiple times. Exposure therapy.

He doesn’t like upsetting you. He knows you want him to have nice things instead of the worn down clothes he has, but he cannot allow himself to have better things when the money should be going towards his children and their needs. He can go without a new leather jacket, even if you had saved over the course of a year for it. He’d rather buy Winnie the dollhouse she really wants, buy Mellie the beanbag she always has him look up online, maybe even something for the baby like a new high chair. He could buy you a nice ring with that leather jacket money, even though you’d say no.

In a way, you two are the same.

You finally stop the games and stand next to the jacket, hand squeezing his impossibly tight before loosening. “Do you not like it?”

“It’s nice.”

“Then try it on.”

He shakes his head. “No, ‘m okay with this. We can use the money on you.”

Your shoulders droop, his heart hurts, and you softly murmur, “Why aren’t you letting me do this for you?”

He feels the need to lie, the itch that takes hold of his throat and shakes it. His head dips down, his eyes level with yours. “Because this jacket means a lot to me. Don’t want to start over with a new one.” Another lie, it doesn’t mean a lot, it means everything.

You stare at him for a while, digging in his eye with such a disappointed glare. Stiff, aggravated, but still docile. “What’s so special about holes and torn seams?”

“I first met you with this on.” He confesses. “First met Winnie with this on. Mellie fits in a wrap in it like a glove, and it was Tommy’s.” His hand comes to rest on your bump where the baby kicks lazily, your forehead rests against his.

In the back corner of a shop, he tells the truth. Says a prayer as he kisses you, thanks God when you finally see the ratty jacket for what it truly is - a symbol of loyalty.

Another kiss pressed against his lips before you move away, your hand brushes his hair away from his forehead before cradling his jaw. “That’s all you had to say. No more lies.”

Simon is a liar, it’s sometimes all he knows. A second skin, a way to protect the keloids made from wounds he suffered forever ago. But when he looks in your eyes, cradles your belly that grows his baby with a ring on his hand that matches your own, and lets you in his marred head, he can’t bring himself to lie to you.

“No more lies.”

[alwaysanundertone]

high sex drive | poly! marauders x fem! reader

hurt/comfort + smut

TW: NSFW, piv, non-protected sex, oral (f/m receiving)

Sirius was drawing patterns on your thigh, the tips of his fingers grazing the supple skin there ever so slowly while his head rested on your belly. Your other two boyfriends were cuddling each other, they were all spent after coming many times, so why weren’t you?

You found every touch maddening, it didn’t make sense for you to be so wound up; it wasn’t like you hadn’t gotten off, because you had, and plenty of times.

The problem was your sex drive. Your desire wasn’t something that your ex boyfriends accepted, nor did they deem it normal, one of them even suggested to go see a sex therapist one time, and you did. The session failed to give you answers, and after some time you just gave up, resigning yourself to a life of not voicing your own needs.

It went good, as good as faking being satisfied would go, but it wasn’t that bad after all. With these guys, though, it was really difficult to just pretend.

“Love?”

You looked up, finding three pairs of eyes focused on you. “Mh?”

“Where did you go, dove? You’ve been awfully quiet. Sirius just asked you if you are hungry, we thought about ordering something, is pizza good?”

You refrained from blushing, hating the fact that you weren’t able to mask your true feelings even in a peaceful moment like that. “Sorry, I’ve just been lost in my own thoughts, I guess” You chuckled, sounding suspicious even to your own ears. “Pizza’s good, thank you”

You felt Sirius mouth closing over your inner thighs, its teeth piercing the supple skin there, making you gasp. “Come on, darling, you know you can tell us anything”

The thing was that every boyfriend you had started this conversation like this, telling you that it was okay, that he would have taken care of you, and then when they found out that they couldn’t change you, they’d start to call you a nympho, making you ashamed of yourself. So no, you weren’t sure you could tell them anything.

“You’re doing it again, love” James was looking at you through pleading eyes, it was really hard to resist him when he was acting like this, but you had to. The guys were the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and you weren’t willingly letting them go for something as stupid as your sex drive.

“Oh, uh” You blushed. “I think I’m just kind of tired, you know? Nothing crazy”

There was a moment of silence, then Remus spoke up. “This thing won’t work if you’re keeping stuff from us, dove. You have to understand the importance of trust, if you don’t want to talk about it now, fine, but at least tell us the main topic that’s bothering you so much you’re not even listening to us when we’re talking to you”

His words felt like a harsh slap to your cheek, bringing true tears to the surface, which you tried to fight against, to no avail.

“Sorry, I don’t want to bother you, I do trust you, it’s just-“

“Was sex too much? Were you unconfortable? You’ve been like this since we had sex, did we hurt you?”

Sirius sounded horrified, and you couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of your mouth, you had to fix this.

“No, no it’s quite the opposite actually” They were all looking at you expectantly, you sighed. “It’s just- I have a high sex drive, okay? And I hate it, I know it’s twisted and disgusting and not right but I need to get off multiple times a day and sometimes having sex worsens the situation because then I keep wanting more and I hate it, you evet got me off so many times I’m the worst girlfriend ever.” Now that the words were comung out of your mouth, you couldn’t seem to stop them. “And I’ve been to sex therapists but they don’t know how to turn this off and just- I’m so sorry you’re probably regretting even-“

“Do not finish that sentence for the love of God”

You furrowed your brows. “Sirius what-��

“No, I should be the one saying sorry, I’ve been torturing you for the past hour and I didn’t even notice it.”

“And you’re not disgusting” James piped in.

“Dove, it’s nothing crazy, we can just-“

“No you can’t fix it.” You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth even if you tried, years of shame weighting you down. “Every ex that I had told me that they could fix it but it just doesn’t go away and I know it’s a burden” You pressed your hands to your face, hating this situation and hating yourself even more for letting it happen.

“Dove, would you please let us finish?” You nodded, your hands firmly locked in place. “Okay, I was trying to say that you can tell us if you’re needy and we’ll be really happy to help. There’s three of us, and if we aren’t available, there are your toys, you know? I don’t know what douchebags you dated, but this would never be a burden to us” His eyes were pleading you to believe him, and you found yourself wanting to.

“I think it’s anything but a burden, darling” You blushed slightly at Sirius, who was now laying on his belly, his head hovering right above your centre. You squirmed unconfortably, he smirked at you. “I’m being mean, aren’t I? Hovering just above you, so close yet so out of touch” His lips were now grazing your earlobe, making you shiver head to toe, the movement of his hands on your inner thigh maddening. “Such a pretty little thing, so flustered, what do you want now, love?”

You tried to tell him, but being vocal about your needs was something you weren’t used to, especially after years of slut shaming in your past relationship. You tried to avoid his question, wriggling your hips. “You know what I want”

He tsked. “No, I don’t. Do you want my mouth?” He lightly kissed you above your panties and shorts, making you grunt. “Mh, interesting. Maybe it’s my fingers that you want?” He caressed your nipples over the thin fabric of your -James’s- shirt. “My cock?”

The moment was interrupted by a pornographic grunt, coming from a very flustered James. “Fuck that’s so hot” He palmed his dick over his boxer briefs, making you blush.

“Look at him, darling, you’re making him needy. I think we should give him a show.”

You whimpered. “Sirius, please”

“I can give you everything you want, love. Just ask me”

You swallowed your pride. “I want your mouth, please”

He tutted. “Where do you want it? Here?” He grazed your forehead, the slightest touch sending you ablaze with need.

“No, Sirius, fuck, I want it on my pussy, please eat me out, I’m begging you” You couldn’t recognize your own voice, it sounded breathy, restrained, too close to begging.

“Gladly, darling” He pushed your shorts down, ripping the soft fabric of your panties in two. You didn’t have time to complain, his mouth immediately landing right on your clit.

His tongue started massaging the little bud, making you gasp as he flicked it repeatedly, moaning while doing so.

“You’re so wet, darling, I’m kind of mad, you know? You were really trying to keep this from me, from us” You shivered as you felt his index finger teasing your hole slowly, making you arch your back.

As he entered you, Remus was right above you, his dick in his hand, stroking your cheek with his free one. “Open up, dove, make me feel good”

He didn’t have to ask twice, your mouth opening right as Sirius thrusted into you with his fingers. “Fuck, she’s so wet James, fuck the show come here”

Suddenly, all three of your boyfriends were on you, James lining the crown of his cock at your entrance as Sirius lips closed right on your clit, sucking on it hardly. You felt one of Remus’s hands right over your right nipples, pinching it slightly, making you arch your back.

Your head was spinning, you felt awfully close to orgasming. “Fuck, love if you squeeze me like that I won’t last”

“That’s fine” Sirius piped in. “That’s why there’s three of us, to keep her satisfied” He tutted as you tried to close your thighs. “That isn’t nice now love, is it? Keep them open for us, stay still”

You loved when he was mean during sex, loved how he made you feel like you were at his mercy. “Sirius, close, god”

He chuckled. “You’re already coming, aren’t you? You’ve been such a good girl, telling us what you need, I think you deserve to come” You felt Remus’s cock swelling in your mouth, you rushed to swallow every drop of him, trying to focus on it, but it was difficult when you had two of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen between your thighs.

“Come now, darling. Be a good girl and come for us”

It was all it took for you to explode, your mouth wide open, eyes shut as you gripped Sirius head with all your force. He wasn’t complaining, though, still lapping at you, while James got off inside of you, his thrust loosing force and rhythm.

Just as you were coming down from your high, you felt another cock probing at your entrance.

“What…”

“Hush, love, I think you got one more in you, don’t you?”

You weren’t able to respond, your long-haired boyfriend immediately started rutting into you, his hips hitting the back of your thighs at a punishing rhythm.

“You’re so hot, fuck” The sounded that came out of you were pornographic, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, you could already tell that this orgasm was going to shake you thoroughly.

All you could manage to do, to say, was chant your boyfriends’ name like a prayer.

“Come on now, dove, give us another” Remus leaned down to kiss you, his tongue caressing yours, you couldn’t help but moan in his open mouth.

You obliged, drenching Sirius’s cock as your brain completely shut down. You could feel your boyfriend coming inside of you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself down to Earth.

You found yourself in a hot tub, James massaging your shoulders behind you while Remus stood kneeling outside of it, rubbing your feet.

“How do you feel? Good?”

You hummed, looking up at your long-haired boyfriend, your hand reaching up caress his face.

“Really, love? Me and Remus are both cuddling you, and it’s him you reward?” James’s tone had no bite in it, still you reached your other hand behind his head, scratching his scalp.

“Hey, it’s me who ate her out, it’s only fair, really” He winked at you.

There was a bit of silence, then you felt Remus hands wondering up your thighs.

“What-“

He smiled at you. “I think I can get another one out of you, just relax against Jamie and let me do the work”

You moaned lightly, nuzzling against your boyfriend’s toned chest, wondering what you’ve done to deserve them.

[ktownshizzle]

Nerd & Nerdier | Chapter 3

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader, Jeon Wonwoo x reader; endgame? x reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Attempt At Comedy, Roommates au, Love triangle

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Moving in with two introverts should have been easy. Not when it’s Min Yoongi and Jeon Wonwoo, who decide they both want you. Unhinged, awkward, and nerdy as hell, they proceed to compete for your attention in the most unnecessarily dramatic fashion that culminates into a… rap battle.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Wildly gratuitous, You might 100% chance you’ll fall in love with both of them so that’s a problem, no mxm dynamics to be expected

✎ ˎˊ˗Chapter Warnings: reader felt violated while in the club, both men are down so bad

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.8k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: February 26, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Everyday I continue to find My People who understand the obsession with this cat and this ghost in a deep, cellular, molecular level. So here we go… Thank you Cathy Jae <3

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Ch 1 | Ch 2

Roommate Rule #3: If Your Bickering Roommates Start Acting Strangely in Sync, Something is Most Definitely Up.

After that night, a weird calm settles over the apartment.

No more rap battles. No passive-aggressive co-op games. No intense staring contests over meals.

It should feel normal, better even? But it doesn’t.

Plus, now, whenever you’re home, they’re both there. Always. Kinda hovering.

It’s never just Yoongi in the kitchen, grumbling about how you keep putting the spices in the wrong order. It’s never just Wonwoo on the couch, lost in a book but somehow still aware of everything you do.

It’s both of them.

At first, you chalk it up to coincidence. Maybe their schedules just aligned, or maybe you’re overthinking things. But then a whole week passes, and you realize—no, this is intentional.

And you have no idea what to make of it.

At work, a colleague from another department—Hyunjae—strikes up a conversation by the coffee machine. He’s nice, seems harmless, and when he asks you out to dinner, you say yes.

Because why not?

You don’t have a boyfriend. Your weird roommates haven’t exactly made anything explicit. And maybe—maybe—this is exactly what you need to clear your head.

That night, when you tell Yoongi and Wonwoo about the date, their reactions are... expected?

They don’t react that much. They don’t even comment on how you're looking hella cute with your lilac dress and heels. Stoic, as per usual.

Yoongi leans back in his chair, nodding once. "Have fun."

Wonwoo barely looks up from his phone. "Yeah. Hope it goes well."

But their voices are just a little too flat. Their movements a little too controlled.

As you do a final check on the contents of your bag (card, keys, mint, lip tint), Wonwoo casually mentions that he’s streaming tonight—his gaming channel has been blowing up lately and Yoongi tells you to call him if anything happens. Guess that’s that.

It’s fine. Everything is fine.

Except it’s not. Because the date was bad.

Dinner was okay, but when you went to the bar next door, the guy got pushy once the drinks started flowing. A hand on your waist that lingered too long. Fingers grazed your thigh like he had a right to.

You felt off. Uncomfortable. A little violated.

You told him off and walked away.

You lock yourself in the ladies bath room. Fuck. You stare at your phone. There’s only one voice you hear in your head as you stroll through your contact list. You just hope he answers.

Of course he does, on the second ring.

“Yoongi? Can you, umm, can you pick me up?”

"Where are you?" Yoongi asks, voice a little sharp. “Are you okay?”

You tell him the club’s name, and you barely get through the sentence of telling him you’re hidden away because you don’t want to be with your date anymore, before he says, "Stay where you are. I’m coming."

Fifteen minutes later, he’s here and the rush of relief mixes with the cool air as you exit the bathroom stall you've taken residence in.

You see him before he sees you. Black button down, dark jeans, and fire in his eyes, but when they land on you, something in his expression shifts—softens just slightly.

He’s at your side in an instant.

"You good?" 

You nod, but your throat feels tight. 

He exhales sharply, jaw clenched. "Where is he?"

You shake your head. "Probably gone. It’s fine."

It’s not fine, but you don’t want him to cause a scene.

Yoongi doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push even as you see him tensely run his fingers through his hair. Instead, his other hand find yours, wrapping around your wrist—not pulling, not rushing. Just there.

And then, without thinking, you step into him.

You don’t know why. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s just Yoongi. The way his presence alone has made you feel safe after a night of shaky thoughts.

Suddenly, the music around you fades. And all you feel is him. Warm, steady, strong.

His arms come up instinctively, one wrapping around your back, the other resting against the nape of your neck. You’ve never done this before, but somehow it feels like you have.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to when you feel his heart hammering inside his chest to mirror your own.

You breathe him in—a faint trace of cologne you're now so familiar with, something distinctly Yoongi—and you don’t know what to do with the way your heart twists inside your chest.

When you finally pull back, Yoongi searches your face. "Let’s go home."

You nod, letting him lead you out, your hand clasped in his.

You don’t sleep that night.

Not because of the date, not because of the club, but because of the voices in the kitchen.

You hear them some minutes after you turn off your bedroom light.

Hushed but heated.

You don’t want to eavesdrop, but you don’t exactly want to interrupt either. So you press your ear to the door and listen.

"You should have called me." Wonwoo’s voice is sharper than usual.

"She called me." Yoongi’s tone is steady but defensive.

"That’s not the point, hyung."

A pause.

"Then what is the point?"

Wonwoo exhales harshly. "You can't pull shit like this."

"Like what?"

"Like running to her first."

“You were streaming, when she called. You think I'd wait for you? She was crying…”

Your breath catches.

Silence stretches between them, heavy and suffocating.

Then, quieter: "It’s not fair."

Something in Wonwoo’s voice makes your chest ache.

You don’t know what possesses you to move, but suddenly, your feet are carrying you toward the kitchen. Before you can think twice, you push the door open.

They both turn at the same time.

Yoongi leans against the counter, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Wonwoo stands stiffly near the sink, his jaw tight.

You take a breath, steadying yourself. "What the hell is going on?"

Neither of them speak.

You cross your arms. "I’m serious. You two have been acting weird for weeks. First, you’re constantly competing, then suddenly, you’re always together like some weird tag-team act. And now you’re fighting over who picks me up when I call for help?"

Still, silence. 

You swallow hard, but you’re unable to stop the nagging question in your head. "I need to know. Is this… Am I like a bet or something?”

“NO!” both men bellow.

You exhale a shaky breath. “Then what’s the deal?"

Silence. Again.

Yoongi and Wonwoo are both staring at you, like they’re waiting for you to say something. But instead, you exhale and lean back, crossing your arms.

“You know what?” you say, voice steady. “I think you two need to figure out if you actually…” Fuck you’ll say it if they can’t. “…like me… or if you just like competing with each other.”

That hits.

You let the silence stretch. Let them sit with it.

Because this whole thing—this weird, passive-aggressive, emotionally constipated mess—has never really been about you. Not the way it should be.

“I like both of you,” you continue, watching them carefully. “And maybe that’s selfish. But I don’t want to pick between two people who haven’t even stopped to ask themselves if what they feel is about me or just… winning.”

Yoongi looks away first. Wonwoo’s fingers twitch against his knee.

“So,” you say, standing up. “Figure it out. And let me know in the morning or… I’ll just move out.”

And with that, you leave them stewing.

Morning comes too fast.

When you step into the kitchen, you immediately pause.

Because—

What the fuck.

Yoongi is leaning against the counter, one hand tucked into the pocket of his sweats, wearing an offhandedly sexy fitted black t-shirt like he didn’t just wake up ten minutes ago. His hair is still a little messy, but in a good way—in the kind of way that makes you wonder what he looked like rolling out of bed.

And Wonwoo?

Wonwoo is sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone, looking like a fucking editorial ad in his oversized crewneck and glasses. The morning light is doing too much for him, highlighting his sharp jaw and the way his fingers tap absentmindedly against the table.

They both glance up when you walk in.

And they both smile.

Oh, hell no.

“Absolutely not,” you say immediately, pointing at them. “You do not get to look this good this early in the morning.”

Yoongi chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee. “Didn’t realize there were rules about that.”

“There are now,” you mutter.

Wonwoo grins, “You look cute when you’re grumpy, noona.”

You shake your head, unable to keep your cheeks from flushing despite being slightly annoyed with both of them, still.

Yoongi gestures vaguely. "You were right last night. About us. About this."

Wonwoo leans forward, fingers interlocked. "We both like you, noona. We won’t deny it."

Yoongi sets his cup down. “So we have an offer.”

You raise a brow, leaning against the counter. “Oh?”

Wonwoo tilts his head slightly, watching your reaction. “We’re going to take you on dates.”

You blink. “…What?”

“Dates,” Yoongi repeats. “One with me. One with him. Or more. Up to you…”

You stare at them. “And then?”

“And then,” Wonwoo continues, “you can decide.”

You narrow your eyes. “You two came up with this plan together?”

Yoongi shrugs.

You cross your arms. “And what if I don’t want to go on these dates?”

Yoongi answers: “Then we drop it. No pressure.”

"And if I don’t choose either of you?"

Wonwoo sighs. "Then we take the L."

…Huh. You hadn’t expected this.

You had expected stubbornness. Maybe even another argument.

Yoongi tilts his head as your eyes dart between the two of them.. "But let’s be real. That’s not happening."

"Yah!" You gape at him. "Are you fuckin’ serious right now?"

Yoongi grins. Wonwoo just waits.

You exhale, tapping your fingers against the counter. “Bet.”

Yoongi lifts a brow. Wonwoo licks his lips, now smiling.

“Alright,” you confirm. “Show me what you got.”

And judging by the looks on their faces, you have a feeling they plan to.

A/N: To be in the middle of this love triangle is my most fervent dream, hope you enjoyed reading this! xo

QUESTIONS!!! Who should get their date first? Where should they go? Also, do you kiss on the first date? ;)

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[rocker-doctor]

Been watching The Pitt and I have Some Thoughts as an actual practicing US medical doctor

The right:

CPR. Their chest compressions aren’t deep enough but otherwise the codes look pretty spot on (although there should be more yelling and chaos with people shouting out time and trash all over the floor from opening the stuff in the crash cart.) Snaps for showing you don’t shock asystole. Also, for showing that most people don’t actually survive CPR (eg attain ROSC) even when it’s done in the hospital by professionals.

Also good job with the FAST scans (trauma ultrasound)/general trauma assessments

Being a little judgy of people who choose to violate their loved one’s DNR/DNI. That’s legit.

The admin pressure about patient satisfaction, issues with boarding, long wait times, etc. Oof too close to home.

Patients boarding in the ED for days is unfortunately real, especially the psych pts

So far the medicine part is actually pretty accurate. Nothing too wrong/implausible yet. Although I would have done an LP to look for anti-NMDA encephalitis on the girl with new onset psychosis.

Covid PTSD is very real

Dealing with something really personal and shitty (like a miscarriage) and still continuing on with your shift is unfortunately quite common

The walk of honor for organ donors is a real thing and always very somber & touching

The resident getting chewed out for going too slow and not seeing enough patients is very legit too. You have to remember it’s a balance, you can’t be too slow or you risk people dying in the waiting room

The homie ambulance drop off for the gunshot wound is a real thing that definitely happens. At least they took him to a trauma center, in med school it happened at our non-trauma center which was stressful

not having time to eat or pee is also real

The wrong:

Doctors just yelling “help!” instead of Code Blue. Just call the fucking code dude

Figs scrubs in the scrub machine. What kind of bougie ass hospital is this lol

Almost every patient being interesting/a true emergency. In a real shift it’s like 90% more boring stuff (constipation, sniffles, chronic disease exacerbation, etc.)

So far they’ve lost 4 patients. In one shift. I’m not saying it never ever happens but even for a busy inner city ED that seems like a really, really, really unlucky shift.

They are generally real bad at taking histories. And they aren’t doing enough CTs lol

Wayyyy too confrontational with patients over social stuff

Is there only one attending in this huge fucking ED? The fuck? They don’t have a peds trained ED doc either?

Who is letting med students to give verbal orders? Just no. They are not doctors.

I don’t really understand that one very arrogant girl, is she an ED intern? Did she say she might want to do surgery? Is she in a transitional year or something? Otherwise her wanting to do surgery makes no sense.

In real life a bunch of these patients would have medication lists a mile long (not that they would necessarily remember what medications they take)

Where are all the specialists? The hospitalists? No one is coming down for consults or to admit patients?

Not only would the surgeon with the scalpel in her foot be waiting hours to get her exposure work up, so would the Med student who got blood IN HIS MOUTH ew

Overall 8/10. More realistic than almost any other medical show but not quite on the money.

[joedirtymadre]

You’re done

(LAW X READER! ANGST!)

��Can’t I stay here? Just for the night, today you were really rough and I’m exhausted…” you replied. “But if you stay then the crew will learn about our relationship. Don’t you remember what we agreed on?” He asked. “To keep our relationship a secret from the others… but-“ you were cut off. “But nothing, come on baby do me the favor. Go clean up in the girl’s shower and head to your bed,” he said as he rubbed your back.

“Ok…” you said disappointedly. Slowly picking yourself up and putting your clothes back on. “Good,” Law nodded. You began leaving the room, “Oh and before you go, mind washing these sheets in the morning?” You heard Law asked. You turned around only to receive a balled up bedsheet. “Sure,” you smiled.

You quickly showered and now laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. You’ve been in a secret relationship with Law for about 4 months now. It started accidentally, as soon as you’ve joined the crew you’ve always had a small crush on your captain. Then one day you decided to confess your feelings, expecting to be rejected, but was actually accepted!

But… “Make sure you don’t tell anyone, we have to keep this relationship a secret or else everyone might start treating you differently,” Law’s words appeared in your head. “So that’s how it’s been, you only meet up at night and keep pretending like there’s nothing between you… and it’s starting to get difficult.

You don’t know why, but whenever you hang out with Law you feel your chest tighten. Almost as if you regret doing this with him. “He loves me, I shouldn’t overthink anything,” you said softly. You forced yourself to fall asleep.

The Next Day

“Hey (Y/N)! Get up! We docked at an island!” Bepo said as he shook you awake. “H-Huh?” You asked as you rubbed your eyes. “We docked at an island, let’s go! I wanna explore the plaza!” Bepo smiled as he dragged you out of bed. “Oh hold on, I have to wash some stuff first,” you yawned as you stood up. “Huh? Just do it later! Now come on, even the captain is out exploring!” Bepo said as he grabbed hold of you and raced towards the island.

“You could’ve at least let me change Bepo, I’m wearing pjs,” you sighed. “I know, but I was so excited to explore. Especially because I smelled some yummy snacks,” he smiled. “Oooh I wouldn’t mind eating some cotton candy,” you added. “So let’s hurry!” Bepo said and we raced towards the plaza.

Later

You and Bepo were finally heading back to the submarine. “Those snacks were so good,” Bepo sighed happily. “You better hope you don’t wake up with a stomach ache tomorrow,” you laughed. “I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Bepo said.

You finally stepped onto the submarine. “Now I should really get to was-“ you were cut off. “(Y/N)! Captain wants you to head to his office asap!” You heard Penguin shout out. You and Bepo were startled by the abrupt tone. “O-Ok,” you stuttered. You said goodbye to Bepo and headed straight to Law.

You knocked slowly on his office door and heard, “Come in.” You slowly walked inside, shutting the door behind you. “Hi, what’s up?” You asked as you walked over to sit across from him. “And where have you been today?” He asked, in an annoyed tone. “Oh, I was out exploring the new island today with Bepo. It was so much fun we got cotton candy, some chocolates, and-“ you were interrupted. “And what of your chores?” Law asked. “O-Oh, well I just came back, but I’ll get started on them,” you replied.

“Ok, but why did you think it was ok for you to leave before finishing your daily chores?” He asked. “Oh w-well…” you trailed off. “I came back from exploring myself to find my office untidy, my sheets not on my bed, and other clothing unwashed,” he pointed out. “I-I know, and I said I would start right now,” you replied. “I just don’t understand why you’re acting so irresponsibly today. A real girlfriend would have everything set before their significant other notices,” he sighed.

You felt your eye twitch with that comment. “I see…” you trailed off. “Well if you ‘see’ why are you still here? Hurry up and get started! Oh, and I’ll see you tonight at the usual hour, I’m feeling a little stressed,” he said as he picked up one of his documents.

You sat there and stared at him. He glanced up and clicked his tongue, “You’re still here?” He asked. “Law, is this really how you think a girlfriend should act?” You asked. “What do you mean?” He asked. “What I mean is, you think a girl should act like a maid, who’s able to spread their legs around your schedule?” You asked. “That’s a vulgar way of putting it,” he rolled his eyes. “But not hearing a no from you. Law, do you even see me as a real girlfriend? Or am I just your convenient maid who’s also a cum rag for your time in need?” You asked as you stood up.

“God, why are you being so dramatic? Are you unhappy by the way we do things? Don’t forget that you agreed to us hiding our relationship,” he pointed out. “Ok, hide our relationship. But for the past few months I've been treated as nothing more than a stupid maid! When’s the last time you've done something for me? Exactly! Cause you don’t do shit for me!” You yelled. “Stop. Let’s talks about this later, when you’re less emotional,” he cleared his throat.

“No need! Cause I’m ending this conversation, I think it’s time for us to break up,” you blurted out. “Excuse me?” He questioned. “I’m tired… and I’ve just realized that you never loved me, you just wanted to use me. Well I’m done, so in 2 hours I’ll be gone ‘Captain’,” I mocked. “Gone?! Wait, hold on!” Law said as he stood up, but you quickly spun around and stormed out his office.

While packing, Law made it impossible for you to collect your items. “Out of my way,” you barked. “No way, why are you doing this? I thought you love me, why are you upset that I wanted you to be responsible and finish your workload,” he said as he stood in front of every door, blocking you at each turn. “I did love you, but I can obviously see now that it was one-sided. Also, why should I be responsible for your workload? I’m done…” you trailed off as you finally pushed him aside, making it out onto the deck.

You continued marching towards the island, but quickly stopped to hear his words.

“Wait! If… If you take one step into that island just know that you’d never be welcomed back here! No matter how much you beg!” He yelled out. You turned to face him, rolling your eyes at him. Then quickly turning around finally leaving this place.

“Fine! Leave! I never loved you anyways! Good luck findng another home!” He heard from the distance. Quickly continuing your journey ahead, away from that man.

[zinflo]

Mha or jjk men (doesn’t matter who) reaction to their kids snapping at their mom

Whoever you are, thank very much for your request ♥︎ I decided to go with JJK instead of MHA since I haven’t released any work yet in relation to JJK. Hope you like it! — 🐉 𓂃🖊

IT’S THE DISRESPECT FOR ME ☞.ᐣ.ᐟ

FEATURING ᯓ★ SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO, CHOSO KAMO, KENTO NANAMI, RYŌMEN SUKUNA + TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS ᯓ★ Their reaction to their kid snapping at their mother (you ♥︎)

CONTENT ᯓ★ Parent!reader, sfw/fluff, mild language, petnames

⌞ SATORU GOJO ⌝

✄┈┈★ Gojo for sure is definitely ���THE PROTECTIVE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ He’s usually the fun, carefree parent that lets his kids have a lot of freedom, but disrespecting their mother? Hell to the no.

✄┈┈★ The moment his kid raises their voice at you, his usual playful demeanour has gone down the drain in a heartbeat. He gives them a serious, piercing stare from behind his signature blindfold, and his voice drops a few notches.

✄┈┈★ “Woah, c’mon now. You’ve just gone from zero to one hundred.” His steps are slow until he’s finally stood right by your side but also in front of his child. “Change that tone because you don’t get to talk to your mum like that. Apologize. Now.”

✄┈┈★ If they continue to be stubborn and refuse to apologise, he kneels down to their level, still calm but firm, and asks them why they think it’s okay to act that way. Gojo wants his kid to reflect on their actions rather than just apologize for the sake of it.

✄┈┈★ Once the situation cools down, he makes sure to remind them how much you do for them. “Your mum is hardworkin’, amazin’ and is the main reason why you even get to live like a little prince/princess. Show some respect.”

✄┈┈★ Later, he’ll go back to being his usual goofy self where he wraps his arms around your waist, his soft lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t mind them, you’re still a great mum to them, sweetheart. Just give them some time, that's all.”

⌞ SUGURU GETO ⌝

✄┈┈★ Honestly? Geto just screams ‘THE WISE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ His ideology when it comes to parenting consists of being gentle yet firm discipline and doesn’t tolerate disrespect towards you. There’s simply no arguing about it.

✄┈┈★ So the moment he hears his child snap at you, his expression darkens. “Excuse me? I know damn well I’m not going deaf. So prove me wrong and try saying that again, but with respect this time.”

✄┈┈★ If they talk back, he gives them a calm but chilling stare that immediately makes them regret it. He’s not one to raise his voice—his disappointment is enough to make them feel guilty. This man is appalled, he does and I mean DOES NOT want his child to grow up acting like those monkeys with no manners or respect.

✄┈┈★ If the child is still stubborn, he removes privileges—no going out to hang with friends, no social media, until they apologize and genuinely understand their mistake.

✄┈┈★ After everything is settled, he always makes sure to reassure them with a hug but reminds them: “Respect goes both ways. You give it, you get it.”

✄┈┈★ As you both watch them walk away to their bedroom to sulk away, Geto grabs your chin in a firm grip before planting a soft peck on your forehead. “God, I love you dear but I think maybe you should give my parentin’ style a go. It’ll teach them to know their place, hm?”

⌞ CHOSO KAMO ⌝

✄┈┈★ The family oriented guy is 100% ‘THE GENTLE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ Choso rarely gets angry, but when he does, it’s serious.

✄┈┈★ The moment he hears his child snap at you, his protective instincts kick in, and he immediately steps in between you and the child. “That’s not how we talk to our mother.” His voice is low but firm.

✄┈┈★ If the child argues, he stares them down silently—his disappointed expression is worse than being yelled at.

✄┈┈★ He believes in talking things out, so he kneels and asks, “Why are you upset? Tell me, so we can fix this together.” He wants them to understand that frustration doesn’t justify rudeness.

✄┈┈★ He won’t force an immediate apology, but he will expect them to reflect and apologize on their own. If they don’t, he withholds affection—no cuddles, no high fives/fist pumps or no warm interactions until they understand.

✄┈┈★ Once they do apologize, he pulls them into a long hug and tells them, “We respect each other in this family. Especially your mother.”

✄┈┈★ While the child is in Choso’s embrace, Choso looks up and meets your eyes. He winks and his lips curl upwards before mouthing, “love you, angel.”

⌞ KENTO NANAMI ⌝

✄┈┈★ Strict? For sure ‘THE AUTHORITATIVE DAD.’

✄┈┈★ Nanami rarely raises his voice, but he’s for damn sure not letting disrespect slide when it comes to you.

✄┈┈★ The moment the child snaps, he immediately calls them out in a stern but controlled tone. “Enough! That is no way to be speakin’ to your mother like that.”

✄┈┈★ If the child continues, he simply says, “Go to your room. Now. We will talk when you are calm.” He refuses to entertain arguments in the heat of the moment.

✄┈┈★ Once they’ve cooled down, he sits them down and gets down to business, “Disagreements happen, but respect should never be lost. Your mother loves you and works hard for you. Don’t think you can speak to her how ever you like because I won’t allow it.”

✄┈┈★ He expects a proper apology, not just a mumbled “sorry.” If they don’t mean it, he waits patiently until they do.

✄┈┈★ Afterwards, he makes sure they understand that family is built on mutual respect, and he reassures them with a firm but comforting pat on the head.

✄┈┈★ Once he leaves the child alone in their bedroom to reflect on their actions, he’s met with you leaning your head against the wall so you can listen in on their conversation. A smirk crept up his face as he cupped your cheeks with his hands and locked eyes with you. “I’m sorry about before, honey. You’re perfect with everything you do, even if your way of parenting is more lenient than mine.”

⌞ RYŌMEN SUKUNA ⌝

✄┈┈★ Yeah… let’s all back away from ‘THE RUTHLESS DAD.’

✄┈┈★ Because that child is literally cooked. Without negotiation, the King of Curses expects obedience and respect so he’s pissed the moment he hears the disrespect.

✄┈┈★ His rage instant. His sharp eyes glare down at the child all the while one of his beefy hands has hooked itself around the child’s shirt and lifted them off the ground so they’re now eye level to him. “What the hell did you just say, you brat? I know damn well you’re not talkin’ to your mother with that damn mouth of yours.” His voice alone is enough to make them regret it.

✄┈┈★ when I said that child was cooked from the beginning—I meant it. He doesn’t give warnings—his child is immediately disciplined and does not give a damn. Depending on the severity, it could be a timeout, harsh scolding, or taking away privileges. “If you go low, I’ll go lower. Two can play at that game, you ungrateful brat.”

✄┈┈★ He doesn’t tolerate disobedience. If the kid refuses to apologize, he stares them down with his four eyes in pure silence, letting the tension build and the child certainly shaking since his true form is already intimidating as it is.

✄┈┈★ “You think you can talk to my wife like that? Know your place under this household because you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her.” He makes sure they understand that you come first.

✄┈┈★ Once the child apologises to you, he doesn’t get all warm and sweet. His only response is a curt, “Good. Don’t do it again.”

✄┈┈★ However, he secretly keeps an eye on them afterward to make sure they truly understand the lesson. He then turns to you, looking you up and down to see if you’re mentally doing okay before ruffling your hair and rolling his eyes. “Tch, I’m not surprised that annoyin’ brat got disrespectful towards you. You’re too damn soft for your own kind, darling.”

⌞ TOji FUSHIGURO ⌝

✄┈┈★ Toji don’t play, he’s ‘THE STRAIGHTFORWARD DAD.’

✄┈┈★ No ifs or buts, there’s simply no valid explanation for why his kid thinks it is okay to snap at you and would be out of his damn mind to even allow it to happen.

✄┈┈★ The second he hears the kid snap, he’s already standing up by your side. “You’ve got a damn loose mouth, huh?” His voice is sharp, and the atmosphere immediately shifts.

✄┈┈★ He doesn’t yell, but the intensity of his presence is enough to make the kid freeze in their stop. His eyes narrow, and his tone is cold. “Cat got your tongue, hm? Try again. Nicely.”

✄┈┈★ If they don’t apologize, he crosses his arms and waits in silence—because he knows his patience alone is terrifying.

✄┈┈★ He’ll tell them straight up: “Your mum is the only reason why you have a roof over your head and eating three meals a day. You wanna act like spoiled kid? Then you can handle things yourself.”

✄┈┈★ Toji enforces consequences immediately—no dinner, extra chores, something to occupy their mind and realize their mistake.

✄┈┈★ Later, once they’ve apologized, he ruffles their hair roughly and mutters, “Don’t let me catch you doin’ that again. I mean it.” He won’t be overly affectionate, but his point is made.

✄┈┈★ His expression changes when he looks towards you, grasping your hand to pull you closer to his broad chest and gently pecking your cheek before saying, “Stand your ground, baby. And show them next time who’s boss around this house.”

[chexxycheol]

Chapter 5. Rough Wind Lingers || 13 Forget-Me-Nots

❀ Seventeen x Reader

title 13 Forget-Me-Nots or 13 Eternal Loves

synopsis You couldn't wait for your 20th birthday to finally reveal the one person you'd spend the rest of your life with. Well the 13 people you'd spend the rest of your life with. Or that story where reader has 13 soulmates, who happen to be idol group seventeen

genre Fluff, Angst, Romance

tags Soulmate!au, Idol! seventeen x Non-idol! reader, OT13 x Reader, Seventeen x Reader.

warnings Anxiety, Mature language, Inconsistent upload schedule, Reader is gender neutral but sometimes certain depictions lean feminine.

⚘ author i genuinely do not understand why this chapter was a pain for me to write but i got something out of it. constructive criticism is welcomed and my asks are open for feedback!

this story is a work of fiction and should be separated from reality. thank you and enjoy!

—chery

wc 1.3k

《 previous || masterlist || next chapter 》

The concert had long ended and you now sat in your hotel room staring at your phone with Mingyu’s contact open. You skipped going out with everyone after the concert, saying you were still jet-lagged and exhausted from the concert.

Felix’s sisters knew it was a lie but didn’t want to push you on the issue, you’d come to them when you were ready. They did notice your mood change when you came back to your seat, to an outsider they would’ve said you looked fine but his sisters knew something happened in time you were gone and it was something to do with the three men who sat next to you because they never came back.

You put on a sweatshirt to cover your soul mark, having already seen the three flowers now showing a beautiful soft blue color. You wanted nothing more than to meet the rest of your soulmates but the thought of it seemed overwhelming, meeting thirteen people all at once. You couldn’t imagine the chaos they all brought to the table.

Then came the inevitable questions lingering in the back of your head.

Did they expect you to move to Korea and live with them as a full-time student? You had thought about this and knew you couldn’t and wouldn’t move until you finished. This decision would hurt both parties but you couldn’t see yourself moving to Korea so soon to be with them, but you wanted to finish school before taking a big step like that.

Fortunately, you only had one more year of school before graduating.

Did they work out having to share one soulmate? You thought of it but never really sat down and thought about it in depth.

What if they don’t want to be soulmates after telling them you want to finish school first and then come to Korea? 

All these overwhelming thoughts had your head spinning, giving you a migraine.

Woozi’s head was pounding, from the moment they stepped into the house the members bombarded them asking questions. They wanted to know everything about you, all of them not taking into consideration what had happened and how the three of them felt.

“What happened?”

“Why didn’t you text us immediately?”

“Are they nice?” 

“Did they want to meet us?”

“Are they accepting of us?”

“Do they know us?”

Woozi couldn’t take it anymore and he snapped. The events of the day all caught up to him, he was coming down from whatever adrenaline rush he was on and everyone bombarding them once they stepped through the doors, was his tipping point.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP!” Woozi shouted, and the room quieted immediately. They all backed off and looked at him, noticing the exhausted looks on their faces.

“We all need to go to the living area and talk about this, we will tell you the story from start to finish but please back up and give us space to breathe. The last thing we wanted was to be bombarded even though we knew it would happen” Woozi was overwhelmed, they knew it from the way he snapped at them.

“I think I’m going to go to my room” Mingyu announced and left before anyone could protest. His emotions were on a high and he just wanted to be alone, he wanted to sit in silence so he could hear his phone ring when you would inevitably call him. He needed to collect his thoughts on you.

He wanted to hold you, to love and cherish you after waiting so long. You were right in front of him and yet you were still far away from him. He wanted to beg on his knees for you not to leave, to come back with them to the house so you could all meet and figure out everything but he had to put himself in your shoes. He had to think about how this could all be feeling to you. 

“He needs to be alone for now, we’ll check on him once we're done talking” Joshua said staring at Mingyu’s room door, he knew the younger was going through a range of emotions with how the day went. A day nobody could have predicted could happen.

“To answer some questions. We didn’t text you all immediately because we didn’t need everyone turning up to the concert, they’re the sweetest person, and they do eventually want to meet us all but they’ll come to us when they’re ready, yes they’re accepting of having thirteen soulmates and no they don’t know who we are” Joshua looked at Woozi to back him up but he just went straight into telling the story of tonight, not sparring any details.

“So they have no idea who we are? But they’re friends with Stray Kids?” Dino asked with an incredulous look spreading across his face. Other members had the same look on their faces, not wanting to be skeptical of their soulmate but it didn’t sound right in their minds.

“Look when they reach out to us to talk then we can meet and ask all our questions, they have Mingyu’s number and will reach out to him when they’re ready to meet. We need to respect that, we will move at their pace” Seungcheol pointed out, quickly shutting down any more skepticism. They hadn’t met them yet they were making assumptions.

“This conversation is being put on the back burner for now, we need to stop making assumptions about someone we haven’t met, let alone the someone being our soulmate. We need to keep living our lives, we all have a job to do and we need to focus on that for now until they reach out” Seungcheol used his leader voice to finalize the conversation.

Mingyu was on the verge of falling asleep until he heard his door open, he saw it was his roommate Wonwoo. He knew the elder wouldn’t push him to talk and he was grateful for that but he had to get his thoughts out to someone, so he got up to go find Minghao.

He found him in his shared room with Jeonghan, the two paused their conversation to turn their full attention towards him.

“Do you want to talk?” Jeonghan asked, he knew everyone came to him with their problems and he probably came for Minghao but he still figured he’d ask. 

“Yes” The simple reply and then he started spilling his emotions, his raw thoughts of the day. 

He talked about how it feels like mental torture to be the one expecting your phone call, Changbin’s comment from the gym a few days ago, how he wanted to hold you, how he wanted to beg on his knees for you to not leave them, how he wanted you.

By the end of his rant he was sobbing, Minghao held him while he cried. This whole day has affected the three who met you emotionally. But Mingyu felt like he was going through hell.

It took a while and a lot of reassurance, but Mingyu calmed down and decided to leave the two alone so they could rest. Now, he walked around the quiet house, thinking about how everything was about to change for everyone.

He found himself outside on the front porch sitting on the small bench, he placed his phone next to him. The hope you would call him was still there along with the thoughts of you but he knew you wouldn’t call him so soon.

As he looked at the scenery in front of him he heard his phone ring. He grabbed his phone quickly seeing it was an unknown number on his screen he answered it hesitantly, hoping it was you and not a stalker or fan.

“Hello?” He was shaking holding the phone to his ear. He wanted to hear your voice.

“Mingyu? It’s Y/N”

[accio-victuuri]

xiao zhan gucci mfw interview with vogue ❤️

Q: How do you feel about seeing GUCCI's fashion show again? Do you understand the message that this fashion show is trying to convey?

🐰: First of all, I just arrived in Milan the other day. This time feels very special. Because I really like the design of their venue. It's unique. The design of the venue is like the GUCCI logo and has a circular concept.

Q: How did you choose the outfit for today's fashion show?

🐰: When I just arrived in Milan, they gave me an outfit to choose from. In the end, I chose this one. I think it's quite special. It's a very sophisticated jacket, and the combination of leather and materials is very special. There are also accessories such as sunglasses and a necklace. I think it's very GUCCI.

Q: But I think the highlight should be your inner shirt.

🐰: This shirt? Hahaha, it's okay.

Q: The style is different from the last fashion show.

🐰: It's different. This time, we wanted to do something different from last time.

Q: Milan is a city you've been to many times. Before, did you walk around here or did you just work?

🐰: If I remember correctly, this should be the fourth time. Actually, every time I come here, I go for a walk. This time is the same. If I have time, I'll go for a walk.

Q: Where did you go?

🐰: A secret.

Q: Can you recommend some must-try local food for people who come to Milan?

🐰: Do you want me to recommend some?

Q: There are many good Sichuan restaurants in Milan. I even had hot pot.

🐰: Oh, look. I have no idea. I think everyone should recommend to me. Because every time I come here, I eat local food, like pizza and pasta. But I've never eaten Sichuan food in Milan.

Q: What are you having for dinner?

🐰: I haven't thought about it yet. But since you mentioned Sichuan food, I'll try to find it.

Q: I saw a tram on the street in Milan with your name on it. This is a gift that fans gave you. Have you seen it?

🐰: I saw it. I was shocked, but also very warm and touched. I have to thank them for preparing this surprise for me.

Q: Fashion is not just about clothes. What is your opinion on fashion?

🐰: After watching the fashion show today, I have a similar idea. It is a classic that has been around for a long time. Under the brand, it is distinctive and has its own uniqueness. We can still change a little bit.For example, this time I dressed quite simply, but in the past I chose contrasting colors, so I’m looking forward to the next image.

Q: When you take on different characters and gain a lot of life experience, has your idea of ​​fashion or aesthetics changed?

🐰: It hasn’t changed that much. I don’t think it’s changed much. It’s not much different from when I first debuted.

[vampireimiko]

Mark Grayson (with a water bending partner) Headcanons !!

warnings, none :3

note, writing this made me wanna do my monthly atla rewatch 🫡

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He constantly asks you to show him cool tricks. “Okay, but what if you made, like, a giant water fist and—oh, oh! Can you surf on it?!” He’s basically your personal hype man ^_^

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Mark absolutely loves your powers, being able to control water and blood to your will? He watches in awe every time you demonstrate them.

He loves watching you manipulate water in combat. The way you fight is so smooth and controlled—it reminds him of the way he flies, always flowing, never rigid. "You’re literally the most badass person I know."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He knows how you feel about your blood-bending powers and not wanting to use those unless necessary. He’s 100% supportive about it and can understand where you’re coming from.

 "I get it," he says, holding your hand. “Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should. And I know you—you’d never use it for the wrong reasons.” You were so grateful to have such a sweet boy in your life. 

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° That being said, if you ever do use blood-bending to protect yourself or others, Mark has a lot of feelings about it. Half impressed, half a little terrified, and fully in love. “Okay, that was both the coolest and scariest thing I’ve ever seen. Remind me never to piss you off.”

┊ ➶ ｡˚ °  Sometimes, if you’re distracted or deep in thought, the water around you reacts to your emotions. Mark has 100% been caught in a surprise wave because you got surprised by something he did.

“Babe, I love you, but if you don’t warn me before you do that next time, I swear—” He says, dripping wet as you try to hold back a laugh.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° You have used your abilities to mess with him before. Whether it’s making his drink float just out of reach or sneaking in a few cold water drops down the back of his shirt, Mark always falls for it. 

 “You did not just—OH, IT’S COLD!” Cue you laughing and running away as he tries (and fails) to grab you.

”I am so getting you back for that!” He’d giggle.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° If he ever gets injured, you’re the first one there, using your healing powers to heal minor wounds. He’ll pretend he’s fine, but secretly? He loves the way you fuss over him.

"Be more careful next time, Mark! This is such a careless injury! I cannot believe the nerve of you—!" And the whole time he’s sitting there with a dopey smile on his face as you scold and tend to him.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ °  You actually tend to scold Mark more than you realize, being the eldest sibling brought out that maternal side of you, and while he might grumble about it later, he secretly cherishes every bit of your protective concern.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When you’re feeling down, Mark takes you somewhere peaceful, maybe a quiet lake or the ocean. Just so you can be surrounded by water. He knows it makes you feel more at ease. “Take your time, I’m right here.” 

Sometimes, if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll ask you to do something small with your powers like, creating tiny floating fish out of water—anything to bring a little light back into your eyes. And when you finally smile, even just a little, he feels like he won the day.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° IN CONCLUSION, Mark Grayson supremacy 😼

additional note ! im trying to get these requests out while my creative juices are flowing but school is actually pissing me off ����

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I want to thank you about your post on the difference between hate and critique because I feel the same way, but I have a hard time voicing it because I'm scared people think I'm being 'too harsh'. Also I love your work, you're my fav blog on the whole of Tumblr.

[Referencing this post!]

Hello and thank you for your ask! I’m glad that my message (critique =/= hate) seems to have resonated you. I hope that there are others in my audience who find value in that post too.

This is something I feel very strongly about, so I feel confident when I express that to others again and again. Fandom spaces that should be fun and promote freedom of expression can so quickly become echo chambers that shut down any and all critique by mislabeling it as "hate". That word is far too liberally used and is easily weaponized to silence dissent. When I see this kind of behavior trying to propagate or being normalized, it leaves a very bitter taste in my mouth. I will always speak against it, even if others don't--because if no one acts, then the false narrative of "critique = hate" will only spread.

I understand that people can get defensive of the things they like. It seems like with the idea of fandom engagement becoming more and more acceptable and mainstream, new fans are pouring their all into these spaces. That can be a double-edged sword. Being passionate about a hobby or interest is great, but when one's identity is so closely tied to that hobby or interest, any negative comment directed at it may feel like a personal attack. I suspect that this is what results in a lot of the tension we see unfolding among fans. Responding with similar passion almost never makes the situation any better 💦 so I try to do what I can to mediate and provide a balanced, rational view. I find that people are more willing to listen when they're not running high on emotions and when you can show that you see where they're coming from. A lot of it really comes down to how you present your points and your ability to listen.

I also completely understand that the people who share a similar stance as I do may be afraid to speak up. Fandom nowadays can be so vicious and unrelenting. That's why I like Tumblr--it allows people to interact and share their thoughts anonymously, and then we can (hopefully!) have a meaningful discussion about thoughts that may have never been shared, had the setting been public. There's definitely people in my audience that only feel comfortable expressing their true thoughts via my inbox, whether that's to talk about social issues, health, unpopular opinions, fandom discourse, or other potentially sensitive matters. We don’t learn and grow by shying away from discussing such subject matters, just as the Twst boys won’t learn and grow if they bottle up their trauma. I think it’s best to let it all out in a safe space and with trusted people and consideration of boundaries, kind of like the OB boys’ therapy sessions. (That’s the analogy I’m running with, yes 😂)

Let’s try to move forward with that same spirit of mindfulness, everyone ^^

[brittle-biscuits]

is it fine to request a small scenario where dandy and bags are growing flowers together? :) I feel like it’d be cute

Dandy: “Got a dirt patch for me, Bags?”

You: “Yeeeah, I got one for you right here, you can place the flowers in it now.”

Dandy went ahead and planted the set of flowers in the ground as he patted the soil. Though, hearing one of your names come from his mouth still felt weird.

Dandy: “It’s not very often we get to just spend time together like this!”

You: “Yeah, well..when you’re the talk of the center, it’s uncommon for me to get a moment to myself. Not that I’m bragging or anything, no seriously I’m not.”

Dandy: “Nah, I understand! It must be tough to get away from it all. Oh, these flowers are sure to look nice among the rest!”

You: “They do look nice…”

Dandy: “They kinda remind me of you.”

You: “Do they?”

Dandy: “Yeah! Vibrant and strong, yet should be handle with care to not make it wilt!”

You: “That..does kinda sound like me. In a way.”

[bbddbopp]

Addressing the misconceptions and misunderstanding in the Manifestation community.

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You can't manifest anything with a bad self-concept. Not true. You can still manifest what you want even if your self-concept is not where it should be. That said, it’s definitely easier and smoother if you have a solid self-concept—especially if you’re trying to manifest positive things. If you struggle with a negative self-image, you’re more likely to believe the negative stuff you think about yourself, right? It's hard to believe anything positive because you’re so used to thinking badly about yourself. Now, you would also find this that to be truth if you flip it around: someone with a strong self-concept is more likely to believe the positive things they think about themselves. That’s why people often manifest more quickly after they work on improving their self-concept. So, it’s not impossible, but a healthy self-concept will definitely make it easier to manifest your desires.

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Healing is not important for your manifestation. I’ve heard this one a lot lately, especially from some new YouTubers and to be honest, this is such a toxic and unhealthy advice to give to people, especially those with traumas because it encourage them to just avoid and ignore their trauma and let it fester in their life.

As I mentioned earlier, having a bad self-concept doesn’t neccessarily equate to not being able to manifest your desires—you definitely can. But it’s going to be an uphill battle if you haven’t dealt with your negative thoughts or traumas, because those will keep popping up throughout your journey. You can go on your manifestation path without doing any healing if that's what you want to do. I’m not here to police you on what you should or should not do. But just know this: your unresolved issues are going to keep coming up throughout your journey until you would finally addressed it. Imagine two paths leading to the same goal—one is filled with bumps, detours, and challenges, while the other is smooth and straightforward. Which one would you choose? Obviously, the easy one, right? The same applies to manifesting. You can absolutely manifest even if you have unresolved traumas, but the 'process' tends to be easier and smoother if you're already healing or have healed from them. That’s why I believe healing is such an important part of your manifestation journey—it helps improve the 'timing' of your results and makes the whole experience flow more seamlessly. ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ｡ﾟ•┈୨

Manifestation is a process. Nope. Manifestation is always instant. That’s why I put quotation marks around 'process' and 'timing' earlier. The moment you think of something, it already exists. Whether it’s a small or huge manifestation, the energy is already there. I’ll be writing a separate blog on this soon, so I won’t dive too deep into it here.

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Drink more water = faster results. This one’s pretty popular, especially with subliminals. I’m not sure where it started, but I know it’s been around for a while even in the early days of subliminals (I was there, and this misconception just spread like wildfire, and still persist till now). Some subliminal creators suggest drinking water to stay hydrated and to take a break because listening to them for long periods might leave you feeling drained or give you a headache. So drinking water is more of an advice with the headache that might comes from listening to the subliminals. On the bright side, this one is not as harmful as the second one and at least it encourage people to stay hydated lol . Plus, you can definitely use the law of assumption to convince yourself that drinking water does help speed things up, but just don't overdo it and drink more than what your body needs cause that could potentially damage your kidneys.

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The more you affirm, the faster your results will come. For some people, this is true—affirming can speed up results, but it really depends on your mindset and beliefs. Affirmations work by saturating your mind, helping you change old beliefs to align with your desires. But if you’re affirming out of fear or lack—constantly focusing on the results instead of embracing the new mindset or identity you're trying to build—you won’t see results as fast. Why? Because you’re still holding onto the belief that you’re incomplete without your results. So, you’re essentially affirming out of fear, not out of belief. I'll probably dive deeper into this in another blog because I feel like people often follow trends and methods without considering what truly works for them.

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Shifting state as a method. 'State' refers to the mental or emotional condition you embody in order to manifest your desires. For example, 'being broke' is a state, 'being beautiful' is a state, 'being happy' is a state. States aren’t methods. They’re more like the identities you’re currently embodying. Shifting from one state to another, like from 'being broke' to 'being rich', requires using methods to help you transcend the old state and embody a new one. So, no, shifting state isn’t a method but it is the goal of many manifestation techniques.

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Negative thoughts kill your results. Nope. It just delays it - the more you think of anything that does not align with your desires, the more delayed your results will 'show up' in your reality. That’s why I’m very careful when talking about negative thoughts, self-concept, and all that. I don’t want to spread toxic positivity and make people feel like they always need to be in a 'high' vibration or happy 24/7 to manifest (I don't believe that you need to be in a higher vibration to manifest your desires, I will probably do a blog on this also). I think people often mistook it as that, because they imagine that if they have their results; they are going to be happy and grateful for it - and so they try to be just that all day long to the extent that it becomes toxic because they are not allowing themselves to express how they truly feel. While yes, of course, you're going to be happy if you have your desired results; but being and acting as the person who have their desires is more about aligning your mindset and perception towards something. For example, if you want to manifest wealth, you need to start thinking and acting like a wealthy person. When a millionaire sees a product priced at $200, they’re not thinking, "That's too expensive, I can’t afford that!" Instead, they’re more likely to think, “Oh, that’s actually pretty cheap.” Now, I’m not saying you should go out and spend money recklessly just because you’ve shifted your perspective. It's not about throwing caution to the wind. What I’m getting at is that by changing your perception of what’s expensive and what’s affordable, you can align yourself with the mindset of abundance. After all, even millionaires are still mindful of their spending; it’s just that their idea of value is different. The key here is to adopt that perspective andd familiarize yourself with it, not to act impulsively. At its core, money is just energy, and you need to tap into that frequency to align with it. ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ｡ﾟ•┈୨ That’s all the misconceptions I could think of for now. Of course, these are just my personal opinions, and you might agree or disagree—and that’s totally fine. My aim with this blog isn’t to tell you what to believe, but to share a perspective that could be helpful on your journey. If anything here helps shift your mindset in a positive direction, then I’ve accomplished what I set out to do. If I’ve missed anything or you want to chat more about these ideas, feel free to drop a comment or message me and we can discuss more about it whether in a blog or in the message 💗 Edit: Not me struggling to edit this multiple times after posting, cause it just doesn't look the same when I'm editing it and when I posting it 😭 ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ 🦋 ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹ ¹¹¹¹

[dumbgoondog]

Cursed AU(Part 1)

Cw/Tw - Blood, cannibalism, implied kidnapping, isolation, existential crisis

Ft. Sukuna and Itadori

Doing These two first cuz I got thoughts. General looks, some personality things, and D-Eval.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

He’s a spider fuckin thang. He has A LOT of spider motifs. His marks are like webbing along the body, 4 arms, 4 eyes, spiderweb cleave, the poison pit and him being the most “venomous” thing, eating other humans, etc. “The tattoos are like tiger stripes tho-“ ugh brotha please be a little more creative like come on. Yes they do, but also they can look like other things too! Anyway, also the Earth Spider or tsuchigumo. People or families seen as demons for opposing the emperor. They were often also described as long limbed, hostile, and uncivilized. These yokai of these are also portrayed to eat people. Ya seein it? Yea? Spider demon thang.

I’m not saying a drider/arachnae in shape. Keep the four arms but give four spiders arms too (with the spider paws!) from like… the hips/small of the back maybe? Give a spider butt tail thing maybe? Now make it a fire elemental spider monster. Gray skin that looks like ash with a lighter underside, keep the tattoos, give those mouth hand things spiders have but they come from inside the mouth and can fold back in. For both mouths. He can create a web now and it can either cut at will whatever it’s on or set on fire. You feeling me? Yeah you are. Also his bone growth on his face? Exoskeleton plating. I’m so genius.

But also.

I really like the like “faking to be human” thing. Everyone saying he’s a demon, a curse, anything but a mortal man. So maybe he’s got more spider motifs in general but leans more into the fake human thing. If we lean into the fake human more then I’d say his personality might shift a bit. He’s a collector now, gets people for his “family”. Uraume as his “kid” and the others too. He’s willing to entertain visitors far more but if you’re rude or anything he will kill you and you have no chance of becoming part of his “Family” or “neighborhood”. Likes the idea of an age of curses but also he likes humans. His web/shrine is his “neighborhood” where he’s creating his own kingdom/empire for people. Okay I think I kinda like this more.

Appearance wise I think keep the gray from the initial spider idea, fuck it up add some exoskeleton shit too why not. Then get rid of his face. Keep his eyes and have the spider mouth hands that come from the void but you can’t see them normally.

D-EVALUATION

Two, still. Coming from a slit. Prehensile, tentacle like. It’s got a weird foreskin that’s protecting the actual dick that once pulled back will start to come out. Sheathed, about 6in with 5.4in girth. Unsheathed, 11in with 5in girth. No balls, they’re internal now. Can’t decide if they should be ovipositors or have normal curse cum. Anywaayyyyy. He’s not as hairy anymore. Black sheath/foreskin, red tentacle dick. It kinda glows, the red part.

YUJI ITADORI

Like unc like gran nephew. That fake human vibe, give Yuji a second set of arms, no face, except instead of fire let’s go for blood. Keeping a spider theme tho. Blood wise Yuji has a lot of blood motifs and symbolism. His heart being ripped out, loosing limbs, found family, the blood of his friends, his blood family. You can see it yeah? I think like Sukuna, he also craves this idea of humanity, of “family” but also he has a focus on life and death too. He tries to not eat people, he tries really really hard, but god do they smell good. Sukuna is telling him to just eat and stop being so emotional, animals eat animals it’s fine! Deep down Yuji wants to JUST be human, to able to go to school, to make friends, to be seen. He wants to live a proper life and have a proper death..!

This leads to him isolating. He spirals hard. When he stresses he leaks blood and it gets messy. He wants to live in the neighborhood with Sukuna and his family, but it feels wrong and weird! It feels right too! He wants to understand, what he’s missing! He spends weeks hiding in his room, binging shows and books, bed rotting hardcore. He loves using the internet to watch people and he REALLY wants to try and meet people online to feel some kind of connection. Play video games with someone! He’d totally kidnap someone if he felt strongly enough or was enthralled enough by them. He’s feels really bad about it too and just continuously be apologizing about it but that he needs them/you.

D-EVALUATION

Like Sukuna’s but smaller, sheathed 4.5in with 4.7in girth. Unsheathed 8in with 4.5in girth. Black sheath/foreskin, but the tentacle is red maroon-ish. Kinda like a red warmer wine color? I dunno. It also glows but his cum looks like blood instead of the normal curse cum

[pawthorn]

Sorry, but if you heard Ashton tell Fearne they’ve always wanted a sister and your first response is not believe that they feel that way or to assume he’s joking or messing with her, you may have some things to re-evaluate.

[fumifooms]

I don’t like minimizing the importance and gravity of Laios and Toshiro’s fight into just being a childish squabble, even if to a degree it is framed that way, because to both of them it has a lot of personal significance and emotional weight and runs very deep to their characters… The fight isn’t nothing it’s a LOT, they made up but it’s not something easy to express and to get over for either of them which makes it all the more meaningful! I’m on both sides but there very much are sides, there’s no "they’re both having a ball, Toshiro and Laios hand in hand yay" side to the fight, that comes after

The fight with Toshiro WAS very scary to Laios, almost existentially so, but it’s moreso the "I thought I’d made a friend!!" bit and my god. My god actually

Like it’s not "just" about oh his friend liking him less than he thought, THAT IS SO MUCH. It’s a bond he thought he had being a lie it’s all the time and moments spent together either being a lie from his perspective or marred now looking back. It’s not only being upset at Toshiro for lying but upset at himself that he’s so easy to fool, it’s being upset that there’s something so wrong with you that you can’t even tell if your "close buddy" even actually likes you or not, it’s like. Holding my head. He can’t trust his own vision of events that happened do you see. There’s always this film of distrust that it could be a lie that should be there when he interacts with people there’s always this sense of cloak and dagger to expect backstabs out of nowhere because you CAN’T see it coming you CAN’T you CAN’T there’s something about you which makes it impossible so you CAN’T-

He’s so scared of not being able to read people. He knows it’s a weak spot he has, he’s always known. All of these bits are centered around social expectations and betrayals, the assumption that he doesn’t belong either in society or with other humans.

And Laios’ level of awareness is actually sort of complex to analyze, but it’s there, there’s how out of him and Falin he was the one sensitive to the ~aura of hatred~ he felt from the townspeople, there’s of course his nightmares whispering to him about the mocking looks, and how yeah actually he realizes that his gold stripper coworker was taking advantage of him. There’s of course the Winged Lion speech about his trauma and how he fundamentally mistrusts/dislikes humans to some deep seated degree, this distrust that he still keeps under control always. There’s how pre-canon he often wanted to suggest eating monsters but never worked up the courage to bring it up with the others. There’s how he gets across as stoic when he isn’t being enthusiastic…… We don’t know how aware and wary he is exactly in the moment but we do know he has some anxiety around social stuff, and looking back he does notice and aughh augh, the sense you have to hide yourself to not get hurt and be on your guard and shit and.

When you don’t know what to look out for and when to look out for it, the general ‘common sense’ of not always trusting people or noticing when someone’s messing with you becomes hypervigilance in social settings

"Man they really know what you hate huh." Being socially unaware literally plagues him, he knows, he knows it so well.

It’s so quick that it’s almost hard to digest how literal and blatant Laios summoning his monster to crush all the people who’ve hurt him is. His literal go-to coping mechanism for comfort in his literal monster-induced emotionally intense nightmares, saving him by taking away the upsetting element (the humans)

"Monsters are his coping fantasy, where they can whisk him away from humanity, all the hurt it’s caused him and its arbitrary rules" with the subtlety of a brick. Monsters are his comfort safe zone "because they kill humans" yes but no it’s because he pits them as the guardians against humans who to him are in the role of the agressors. To him they represent freedom from the shackles of what it means to be part of humanity, a fundamentally social species