#you'd probably be fine for AN HOUR because you're INSANE

[cryingforcrocodiles]

[satorusugurugurl]

Models

Pairing: Nude Model!Geto Suguru x Model!FAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,977

Warnings: Nudity, flirting, suggestiveness, fluffy goodness

A/N: This fluffy Friday idea had me giggling and kicking my legs. So intimate and sweet!! Nemsmkekdkdk!!

Nude life modeling.

It was easy, paid pretty well, and it helped you get money for essentials when your shitty part-time job didn't schedule you. All you were required to do was strip down to your birthday suit and pose for a bunch of art students to draw you. The sessions lasted between two to five hours, with breaks. Sitting around naked while posing was an easy way to make twenty dollars an hour.

After a rough week of hardly any tips at the coffee shop, you desperately needed to pick up a modeling gig for the weekend. You needed groceries, and you had been dying to buy the newest book of your favorite series that just came out. Luckily, an evening art class needed a female model. You jumped at the opportunity, not wanting to eat instant Ramen for the third time this week.

Trotting into the art studio, you found it empty, allowing you to change into a plain white robe before the students arrived. Just as you tied the sash around your waist, the door to the classroom opened. You turned around expecting to find the teacher, only to find the sexiest man you’ve ever seen in your life.

He had dark eyes and raven hair tied up into a bun. You could hear the music blaring through his headphones as he tossed his backpack onto the ground before pulling his shirt over his head. With a squeak, you covered your eyes as if you weren’t already in the nude yourself.

“E-excuse me!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, “Excuse me!! I-I’m in here!!” when you heard the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling, you grabbed a sketchbook off one of the desks, chucking it to the ground in front of his feet.

The man before you jolted, quickly pulling his headphones out. His dark eyes met you for the first time since he entered. “Oh shit!” He hid behind one of the canvases in the classroom. “Fuck! Sorry! Sorry!” You felt like your whole face was on fire.

“N-No, it’s okay! Maybe I have the wrong classroom!”

“Are you here to model for Yaga’s class?” the stranger asked tentatively.

“Uhm, yeah.”

“You're in the right place.”

Slowly blinking, you watched as the stranger peeked his head out from behind the canvas. “I am?” Your eyes wander toward the shirt and belt on the ground before him. “Then why are you—?”

The stranger stepped out in all his shirtless glory. Fuck he was hot, he had muscles for days. While you undressed the rest of him with your eyes, he stepped towards you. His fingers nervously played with his gauges as he stood in front of you, giving you a better view of his body. His muscles and the curves of his body would be perfect for any art student to sketch. If you were good with a pencil, you would have sketched a picture of him because it would be rude to pull your phone out and snap a photo of the insanely hot man in front of you.

“Yaga is going over body movement between two individuals. Like couples and stuff.” He gestured between the two of you. “That’s why I'm here. I guess Yaga failed to mention that in his ad today.” The strange brushed strands of his black hair out of his face. “The other model who was supposed to be doing this with me got food poisoning, so he was on a bit of a time crunch trying to find somebody to take her place.”

“Oh—” your fingers scratch your cheek, “right, okay, so I've always done solo work.”

The dark-haired man hummed in understanding. “Right, sorry he didn’t specify that in the ad. If you’re uncomfortable with it, I can let him know. If we have to cancel the class, that’s fine..” that was probably the best thing to do. But your stomach growled, hungry for something other than instant noodles.

“Ugh, no, it's fine, I’ll do it.” Why you agreed to do it was beyond you. Posing with a stranger, a hot one at that, was one of the craziest things you'd done. “Is it like back-to-back poses? Or are we talking cringe-worthy 90s family picture poses?”

The man before you chuckled as he shook his head, a dusty shade of rose spread over his cheeks. “That has to be one of the funniest things I've ever heard while modeling.” he glanced at the small wooden stage in the vented room. “It shouldn't be too crazy. Probably just us laying down or something.”

“Ah, very cool mystery man.”

“Oh right, sorry.” He held his hand out to you. “I’m Geto Suguru.”

“Well, it's nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself before leaving the room to allow him to change. “Just come get me when you’re done.”

Once standing in the hall, you run your finger through your hair, tugging it gently. How did your simple modeling evening turn into an evening of modeling with the super hot guy? The more important question was how you were going to get through this entire evening being next to said hot stranger in the nude?!

Keep it together. You got this! You told yourself and attempted to ease your nerves. The following 3 to 4 hours would fly by fast, and then you would never see each other again. If you were lying on the floor next to each other? Naked. It wasn’t a super big deal. Just you and a stranger lying on the ground!

Two hours into the session, you stared directly into Geto’s eyes. “Geto,” you spoke softly, attempting not to distract the students around you.

“What’s up? Do you need a break?”

“No, I was just going to say I wish we were doing a 90s family photo pose. You know those kinds where you would sit on a stool, and I would awkwardly place my hands on one of your shoulders while we stare off into the distance?” Geto’s shoulders shook as he tried to contain his laughter.

You had to make fun of a situation like this. Where you were naked, straddling the hips of a nude man you didn't know, only having a thin cloth separating you from each other. It wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be. Thanks to Geto; he made it extremely comfortable for you. Asking for your consent before touching you, he often checked in to see how you were feeling. He was the perfect gentleman.

Geto also happens to be just your type. He was handsome, sweet, and had a killer body; you felt drunk off of his smell and touch. But would it be wrong to ask him out after doing a job together? You wanted to keep things strictly professional. Your stomach, unfortunately, didn’t get the same memo.

It grumbled helplessly, begging you to feed it something with value instead of instant noodles, protein bars, or candy. God, it was so loud you prayed Geto didn't hear it, that he was too focused on posing to notice your stomach’s begging pleas. You thought you might have been in the clear until Geto gently squeezed your hips, drawing your eyes towards him.

“Hungry?” he asked with a slight smirk.

“N-No.”

“Huh, because it sounds to me like you are.” You shift slightly as if moving would cause your stomach to growl at a softer volume. “W-Wait don—nngh.” Something thick and hard pressed firmly against your ass, making you squeak.

Geto groans, his fingers digging deeper into your hips, stopping you from moving any further. All you can do is stare at him. His eyes remain shut tight. Was he hard? Was he, this god-built man, popping a boner with you on top?

“Geto.” You whisper, a smile tugging at your mouth.

“Please don’t.”

“Oh, so you can bring up my stomach growling, but I can’t bring up you hard co-“

Eyes snap open as he shushes you. “I’m sorry, I just think you’re cute and funny. I tried thinking about my grandma naked, but my brain would rather think of how good you feel in my lap.” He breathes out a minty sigh.

His candor had you blushing as you gripped his shoulder. You remain still like that until your stomach grows louder this time. Geto sputters out a laugh as you push yourself back an inch, rolling against his cock, causing a moan to break in through his laughter.

“Fuck, please stop doing that, or I’m gonna cum.”

“Already? Didn’t see you as a pre-mature ejaculator.”

“I’m not—-normally.”

“Says the guy who just said he was gonna cum.”

Geto cocks a pierced brow at you. “I’m like the energizer bunny; I can go all night.” The room feels hot, and it’s not from the lights on you, and it’s not from constricting clothing. The classroom is unbearably hot because of the building tension between you two.

“I doubt that.” You confess in a whisper, rolling your eyes. “How long do you last? Two minutes tops?”

He scoffed gently, kneading your hips. “Is that a challenge?” The urge to kiss and take him up on his challenge eats at you like acid. You inch closer, lips nearly touching, when someone clears their throat behind you.

The sound of them clearing their throat reminds you that you are not alone. The both of you are in the middle of a classroom modeling for a bunch of students. Students that can clearly see and possibly hear the conversation you two are having.

“Later.”

That single word puts a pin in your whole conversation. Geto’s erection goes down while your stomach continues to growl, winning the softest of chuckles from the man you're still straddling. Somehow, by the grace of the gods, you manage to make it through the entire class without your stomach eating itself or grinding down on Geto, much to your amazement.

With the class over, Geto lets you change in the main room while he uses the supply closet. You finish before him, grabbing your things, eyes darting towards the closet. How does one ask out a fellow nude model? Was it just the heat of the moment that had you hungry for his touch? Or was there something truly there between you?

The never-ending questions stopped as Geto stepped out, pushing his hair back, eyes scanning the room. The instant they find you, he’s crossing the floor faster, his backpack slung over his shoulder. There was something in his smile that made you weak in the knees.

“Do you like soba noodles?”

“Yeah, I do.” Your stomach growls in agreement.

A smile so smooth it gives the butter a run for its money graces Suguru’s face. “Let me take you out for dinner and a drink,” he starts heading for the door, “before that stomach gremlin decides to eat me instead of food.” Heart racing, you grab your things, joining his side, hands clasped behind your back.

“I hate to be the one to tell you this, Geto, but the chances of me eating you after dinner are high.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes, I'd say there is a ninety-five percent chance you’re on the menu for dessert if you want to come back to my apartment.”

“Funny, I was going to say there’s a ninety-eight percent chance I was going to eat you for dessert~”

Glancing up, you nearly stumble as Geto sticks his pierced tongue out. “Then maybe I’ll accept your challenge and prove I can last longer than two minutes.”

You smirk, licking your lips with a starved expression. “Show me what you got from the energizer bunny.”

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[mitsua]

With an MC who likes to post about their dates with them

Warnings: none Genre: fluff

Series: OM! SWD? MC'S. . . GN!

Words count: 0.74k

I don't think he'd really like it at first, since you were all the time asking for a picture, for him to pose or smile, and, well, he doesn't really wish to do that.

However, once Asmodeous showed him all the posts you made on every date-how you wrote so highly and cutely about your spent time with him-it made somethings in his heart and pride go up to the stars.

"I'll smile only if you smile too."

Maybe sometimes is the one who catches you off guard asking you to take a picture of the most random moment on your date just as a joke.

But oh boy when he scrolls down later on and sees you really posted those embarrassing photos, he's gonna be malfunctioning for a while.

Still, as he reads your thoughts about the date on the picture's caption, his mind will race a thousands miles per hour and kick his feet like a little kid (obviously without anyone seeing him).

"Be grateful I'm not charging ya' for those photos!"

It started as posting about some streamings you watched, then to both your hands shown holding a video game controls, the final blow was when he woke up to an exaggerated amount of posts he'd been tagged on, new hashtags shipping the both of you and some even promoting their pages to read Leviathan x you content.

He was about to go insane, but as you asked him if he wanted you to delete all those posts, he reconsidered and ponder what was wrong on all that.

"It's fine, yes, it's going to be fine only with you by my side."

He'd get used to you taking a photo before and after entering a new place with him, sometimes a couple more in there. But never thought nor asked what'd you do with those.

Later on, as he read online about new places to take your date to in Devilgram as it seemed to be the most reliable app to ask to, he came across your page and finally saw all you had to comment of your dates.

"I love reading your narrating, however, would you mind telling me by yourself what you thought about it all?"

When he discovers your passion of publishing about your dates, you've grown accostumed to even going live on a couple of them. Of course the most part of your dates were private, you spent some time exchanging ideas on how to edit or tag your posts.

The only time you really caught him off guard was the time you posted a photo of him fully suited, when you attended to a fancy dinner of your anniversary together, he didn't notice you taking it! Your caption reading: "Hope you know you look beautiful to me in every way you'd never even got to imagine about <3"

His eyes got glassy as he absorbed your words and went immediately to hug you.

It's an odd thing to him, but doesn't really comment about it unless he thinks you're spending too much time on your D.D.D. your eyes might burn because of being glued to the screen all time.

One day, after an important fangol match of his, some reporters asked permission to publish the photographs taken on their Devilgram account and tag them on it, to which all of them agreed happily. After returning to the HOL he'd look for their team's post and click on your page by mistake, mersmerized with all the love you put on your almost daily posts about your dates with him.

"Uhm... do you want to take a picture of both of us eating this cupcake?"

He'd still have a weird approach, but trust me, he's trying.

He's between 'I don't like it' to 'I don't care'. Nevertheless, he would smile in a couple of pictures you want to take throughout your time together. But only when he's looking at you.

He won't bother looking to the camera, he'll only stare at you.

The only photo you have of him smiling to something else that was not you was when he was asleep. Probably dreaming of you too-

Sometimes, when he can't sleep, he might scroll down your Devilgram to remember those cute dates of yours.

"That I have to look to that little thing in your phone while you're taking the photo? Why? I want to look at you."

All writings' rights reserved © 2024 Mitsua. (Credit to the respective owners of the picture and tagged anime character.) ⌇ my navigation!

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

The Scientific Method

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: just a bunch of ritual things, there's mention of blood and reader cuts their hand open

Genre: angst/fluff

Summary: They are determined to go through with this mind link and you have to do everything in your power to protect them

***

You groan to yourself as you shut yet another old heavy grimoire. The more you try to research this dammed ritual the more you feel like your head this close to exploding. You're overwhelmed trying to sort through conflicting information, unclear instructions, and a seemingly never-ending list of cautions. Several times over the last few hours you debated if it'd be easier to change their minds than go through with this. The knock at your apartment door shocks you so much you practically jump out of your skin. With a sigh, you stand from your desk and walk to the door. When you open the door you barely register your boyfriend standing there, your eyes trying to recover from combing over walls of text all day.

"Hello love." Steven smiles at you.

"Hi baby, what brings you over?" You ask stretching.

"It's movie night." He frowns.

"Right! Shit, is it time already?" You shake your head.

"How could you forget?" He chuckles.

"Well someone wants so badly to risk their sanity I've been doing research all day to protect this silly individual. Lost track of time I guess."

"You've been doing research on it?"

"Of course I have. If I'm going to do this insanely dangerous ritual I need to know it so well you'd think I was there upon its creation." You say.

"What have you found out?" He asks.

"I'm sitll sifting through it, there's possibly a potion involved-"

"Well you can put a pin in it for now, because it's movie night." Steven grabs you by the shoulders and leads you to your couch to sit you down.

"I'm just worried there's some time sensitivity aspect I'm missing. Something this complex probably requires very specific circumstances in order to have even a chance of being successful. Like what if it can only be done during a solar eclipes, or when all the fucking planets are aligned or-"

"Baby you don't have to work it out all at once, we're not in a rush, plus we trust you. I don't think you have anything to worry about." Steven says gently.

"That's fine for you, I'm the one performing the ritual you just have to show up, I'm the one responsible for making sure you don't die or lose your mind or lose a limb or-"

"Breathe." Marc says grabbing your hand. You stop and take a breath.

"Marc-"

"Don't start, and don't get yourself all worked up. It's like you don't even realize how powerful you are. You're not going to kill me, or drive me insane, or steal my arms. We will absolutely come out on the other side of this for the better." Marc says firmly.

"When did you get all optimistic?" You chuckle.

"When you showed up and gave me something worth living for." He says kissing your temple.

"You're such a softie." You scoff.

"Yeah yeah, now let's get this movie night started, you can research the spell later."

"Alright alright. I'll table it for now." You sigh letting Marc pull you closer to him as he starts the first movie for tonight.

*~*

You draw the last of the symbols on the ground, checking them for the umpteenth time that you got them all correct. You drove hours out of the city to prepare and do this spell. Marc is meant to meet you any minute now, but you've already been here a while getting all the bits and pieces together. You read your notes again, as if you haven't seared them into your brain at this point, but it helps you feel in control. You've done all the research you could possibly do without having a first hand account of doing this spell. You're as ready as you can be, you know you are, but there's just so much that could go wrong it's impossible not to be nervous.

"The pacing does not bode well for your sanity." The booming voice almost makes you drop your pages.

"Holy fuck- you brought the bird?!" You clutch your chest when you realize your boyfriend has arrived and so has Khonshu.

"I am not some pet he does not bring me anywhere. He is my Avatar, if you intend to disintegrate his mind it's in my personal interests to be aware of that." Khonshu says.

"I'm not disintegrating anything you kooky old skeleton but if you insist on being here do not interrupt." You roll your eyes.

"Even if it saves him from your incompetence?"

"Marc may work for you but I don't you fucking-"

"Khonshu don't speak to her that way." Jake interrupts. "We didn't tell you about this so you could come all this way just to insult her. She's powerful and capable and we have faith in her. Your opinion on the matter is not only unwanted, it is also unfound." You look between them as Jake's words hang in the air for a moment. 

"You hold her in high regard." Khonshu hums.

"You knew that already." Jake glares.

"To see it is a different thing."

"Are you two done?" You ask.

"Sorry mi amor, I told them to leave Khonshu in the dark but no one listens to me. How are you feeling?" Jake takes your hand in his, eyes scanning your face.

"Fine. Good. As good as I can be. Everything's set. How're you guys?" You ask.

"Steven's a little nervous."

"Just Steven?" You probe softly.

"Sí just Steven. Marc is, impatient and I am, managing our expectations."

"As always." You kiss his cheek.

"Are you two quite finished with the- whatever this is?" Khonshu scoffs and you're sure if he had eyes to roll he'd probably be doing that.

"Oh I'm sorry did you mistake us for a theater show? We're not here to entertain you." You roll your eyes. You walk over to your bag and pull out a small bottle. "Drink this."

"What's this?" Jake asks.

"Step one."

"Which does what?" His eyebrow cocks up at you.

"Makes you more susceptible to the magic of the spell so it's easier." You say, that's not exactly right but the full explanation would be far too much to break down and you need to focus on getting through this not giving a potions lesson. Jake downs the murky liquid and cringes slightly. It probably doesn't taste great based on the ingredients. "Stand in the center where all the lines meet."

"How should I stand?" He asks.

"Still." You mutter walking over to your bag for your ritual dagger.

"What?"

"You asked how you should stand. Stand still." You say.

"Amor?" Jake calls, making you look up from your recitation pages. "Te amo."

"I love you too." You say. You take a deep breath to steady yourself. It's now or never.

"Ich baln kikae fineir shel cae ganel ufnae oulm antae woom bae." The circle starts to shimmer in that familiar but unnatural way that's so custom of magic. You twirl the ritual knife once in your hand before slicing open your palm. A spell meant to bind you and another person in any way almost always requires blood.

"Ich Maie fanie rach el aer wol nihar welm intalm axo tanit shway." One hard squeeze of your hand drops blood on the first of the seven symbols that make up the points of the circle. The symbol lights up and the corresponding line follows and shines from end to end.

"Baint int quare yeel fren smer worsh ufer dal krei lut isht." More blood on symbol 2 lighting it and its line.

"Pahb arth e rinethow finae ni shabnida." Your hand is starting to hurt but you squeeze blood onto the third symbol and watch it join the first 2 in brightening the circle.

"Inae fuu raunk valum dae chaw ji prosh shay zila trof renda ishan." You watch the fourth symbol light up and move on to the next.

"Urf nae inst purn wolay kirna ru gant verin herab vins tae." Five down, two more to go.

"Ich shie bruy pir exun bakiyen wishor itarm kastey." Onto the last one.

"Intraey izarnit wor bint azun oxair yerin jiha geins." The last of the symbols lights up, and you walk over to Jake in the center. You tip his head back and squeeze blood into his mouth.

"Mierda! You didn't mention anything about-" Jake doesn't finish his sentence, he drops to the ground and you gasp.

"I imagine that wasn't supposed to happen. Was it?" Khonshu muses. You roll your eyes you wish he'd shut up but at least the irritation overrode the panic bubbling. You take a deep breath and recite the last bit of the spell. It won't do you any good to leave the circuit incomplete, an unfinished spell could do more damage to Jake than whatever's already going on.

"Rahg inth der minshea loun weemae zontho ich baln kikae fineir." With the final incantation complete you watch as the spell circle burns brighter and brighter until all the symbols seemingly drain towards the center, disappearing one after the other as if Jake's body is absorbing them.

"Is it over?" Khonshu asks.

"Well the spell circle... disappeared so- I guess?"

"He's still unconscious."

"Gee hadn't noticed." You roll your eyes.

"There has to be something you can do about this you did the spell."

"Just pick him up off the ground." You say packing up your spell items.

"Why would I do that?"

"That spell wasn't easy, I don't have the strength to pick him up but it's not like we can just leave him out here overnight." You cross your arms.

"I am not carrying him all the way into town." Khonshu says.

"Why would you do that? Did you walk here?" You ask.

"The British one doesn't have a car."

"Sure but Jake does."

"Jake didn't want to have to leave the car here if something happened." Khonshu says.

"Whatever, I drove. You just need to get him to my car." You say.

"And what if I don't?"

"If you don't he spends the night out here." You shrug grabbing your bag of things and trudging away from the clearing.

"Well- hang on!" Khonshu huffs. A few moments later you hear his heavy footfalls behind you. "Would you really have left your boyfriend laying in a field unprotected."

"Of course not, the field had a bunch of defensive spells in place." You scoff.

"Why didn't you say that!?"

"I knew you wouldn't call my bluff." You say opening your car and tossing your bag in the passenger seat. "Drop him in the back please." You open the backseat door and help Khonshu fold your boyfriend across the seats.

"You had better hope they all survive your odd experimentation."

"It was their idea you foolis- you know what, it doesn't matter what you say, you have no right to pretend you value their life beyond how you can use them like a puppet of course I hope they survive I tried to talk them all out of this like 5 times. Stubborn fools." You shake your head.

"So what happens now?"

"Now I take him home and we hope for the best." You shrug getting into your car. You drive home, anxious to get your boyfriend home so you can start looking for some way to reverse this or at least help in some way.

Back at your apartment you struggle to get the body up to your place. Luckily it's incredibly late already or you'd probably have to explain this to more than just the person frowning at you from behind the front desk when you walked in. Once in the safety of your own apartment, you take a deep breath as you look at Marc passed out in your guest room.

"I don't want to get to say I told you so but you had better give me a chance to yell at you for being an idiot. You owe me that. Please wake up, you're far too stubborn to die like this. It'd be a rather pathetic way to go, given all the shit that didn't take you out." You huff. You feel so restless, you need to shower and you know you need to sleep because it's been a long and exhausting day but there's no way you'll get any rest with your boyfriend passed out indefinitely in the other room, all you want to do is sit up sifting through grimoires until the answer jumps out at you from one of the pages, you can't just leave him like that and not do anything-

"Stop." You say to yourself, hoping to stall your racing thoughts for a moment. "Okay, strategize. Realistically if you try to comb through your grimoires and things right now your eyes will literally fall out bleeding you have done entirely too much today even if you found the answer you wouldn't have the strength to do anything with it. He's physically safe and while you can't possibly know what's going on internally that'll have to be enough for now because you can't save him if you don't take care of yourself. Let's shower and try to get some sleep and we can approach this with a fresh mind in the morning."

With an acceptable game plan officially vocalized you take one more deep breath and clap your hands once to center yourself. Your shower helps tremendously which you knew it would but sometimes it's hard to regulate when so much is going on at once. You put on lotion and your pajamas and check on the trio once more before forcing yourself to go to bed. Hopefully you can get some sleep and maybe start problem solving this whole nightmare in the morning.

***

A/N: So sorry it took so long to get here my mind is a labrynth and my life has been a tornado lately, it's getting calm so what else would you like to see from this series?

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[autisticalastor]

What are your Palia headcanons?

I'll go first!

Communicating across a server is just the equivalent of yelling as loud as you can. The villagers absolutely know we say disco deer. They still don't know what it means, though ("wtf is disco? what is a deer???")

They're also probably aware of PCs making references to regular Human stuff that they just don't have any concept of and they think we are very strange for this.

Hassian would listen to Sleep Token and he would love it. (Shoutout to the Tumblr user who's with me on this.)

If Jel was an actual person, he'd be the guy who's so cheerful with the general public, then he gets off work and goes to sit in his car and scream with heavy metal blasting.

Reth would give you stick and pokes if you asked, but you gotta give him one too.

The villagers are unaware we can track them on our maps and are a little freaked out how the Humans can always run right to them, no matter where they are and no matter what time of day or night.

Majiri straight up just don't need to sleep more than a couple hours and that's why their schedules are batshit fucking insane compared to Humans. Some of them do think we're lazy for how long we sleep lol

Jel has ADHD. Hassian and Reth are autistic. Sifuu also gets to be autistic because I like her. You'd think my reasonings here would mean Jina is also autistic, but actually, grad students are just like that.

The reason Einar seems to display less (negative) emotions than Hekla is because he actually just hasn't gone through anything that's made him feel that way before. Man has just always been Fine And Good.

Jel (I think about him a lot) has had relationships before the PC. You're not his first, but you are his best/favorite.

~Spencer

[hisokamywaifu]

Hisoka relationship hcs (sfw)

Somehow I haven't really written hcs before but here we go

Also first non smut post wtf am I doing with my life??

Warnings: probably cursing but idrk, no outright smut but a couple sexual phrases i guess, Hisoka is a warning in and of himself

~~~

This man

idk how to start this but

You'd definitely have a cat together (sorry if you're allergic 😐)

He's such a cat person, and I feel like when you're chilling at home he'll just look at it 👀 for like hours until it gets a little freaked out and hides from him

he might challenge it to a fight...since that's how he is (you'll have to make sure he doesn't get bored and kill it 😬)

But he'll be great at playing w it tho, he'll set up elaborate hunts and things for it so it's never bored

The poor creature will be a lil bit traumatized but at least it'll get its exercise in 💀

anyway, away from the subject of cats

Unlike what many people believe, I don't think you have to be op and a amazing fighter to get him to be attracted to you

Actually I think he's even more intrigued when he notices someone for reasons other than their fighting abilities

He wants to know more

He's definitely very physical, he's always finding one way or another to be touching you, whether in public or alone

And this is the kind of relationship that is mutually yandere

He will not hesitate to kill anyone he deems as 'too close' to you, and if you do the same, it's a major turn on for him

He's always with you, 24/7 (but if you need some space he's fine with roaming for a while, he might disappear for a few weeks but he doesn't get offended that you need your space)

OH AND THIS MAN

Whenever he wants your attention, or he wants to be closer to you

h-he

he will

p-pull you towards him with his bungee gum 🤭

And don't let him find out you're into it or else he'll start doing it ALL. THE . TimE.

Oh, and when he's fighting? He KNOWS when you're watching. He'll make sure to save the dramatic finish for when you're paying attention.

And then he winks or bows or something at the end to make you laugh which makes his grin widen

this guy

everyone thinks you're insane for dating him but the insanity is what makes you a perfect match for him

Also, he would be into all different kinds of music

so whatever you like, he enjoys too

You can bop with him to all your favorite songs, and just have the best time fooling around with him

You probably don't spend much time in each place, due to Hisoka's...lifestyle? So there may be a lot of moving involved

But anything you wanna try w him in cool new locations, he's willing and eager to do it all with you

He takes you out for manicures and gets matching nails with you every so often

Pull his hair. Trust me. Just do it.

Sometimes he makes you mad on purpose to get you to scold him because thats just the hottest thing ever to him

Since he's so clingy and touch starved he will force you to cuddle with him

But it's okay because he's weirdly comfortable

He will flex in front of you just to see you drool over his muscles

and he's flexible, so he stretches and watches your reaction too

lmao and cooking

This could go either way

He's either the best cook ever without trying, or he has never tried and never will

And this guy is the sassiest bitch ever

He is always snarking at the worst times

And if you guys are across the room from each other you have silent conversations with your eyes just knowing exactly what the other is thinking

No matter how far into this relationship you are, he will never stop flirting with you shamelessly

He switches between big spoon and little spoon, but is always so cuddly and cozy

And if you're even half the amount of clingy that he is, he's over the moon

He absolutely loves whenever you initiate contact

OOOO and carnival dates (I have to lean into the aesthetic here) but he's the best bf for those ever

Overall, he's just the most amazing person ever

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Woah first non smut piece of writing eVeR

I love Hisoka so fucking much. He's probably my favorite of my 100+ anime boyfies (I have a list)

Anyway, if you liked these hcs, feel free to request other ones! I'm taking a break from full fics for a while because writers block is a bitch, but I'm gonna try out headcannons for a while

[awakened-dreamers-blog]

Soulslikes, just like any genre of media, obviously aren't for everyone. However, they often seem to resonate with trans people in particular (or, at least, they did for me), and I've figured out what one of the bigger psychological reasons for that may be.

If I asked a bunch of different people what one word they most associate with the genre, most of them would probably answer something to the tune of "persistence." These are games about throwing yourself at seemingly insurmountable obstacles and failing. A lot. Until, eventually, you succeed. And you will succeed, no matter what, as long as you are willing to put in the time and effort and just don't give up.

Every time you try to get past a boss or a tough group fight in those games, you learn something. You get experience. Even if you don't actively realize it at the time, you are closer to achieving your goal, simply because you tried and failed. But at least you tried. And, when you eventually put all of your accumulated knowledge and skill into beating the fight, what once seemed like an insurmountable obstacle is vanquished, rewarding you with a nice [noun] [verb]ed screen, some levels, and maybe a weapon or something.

So you persisted, even though it seemed insurmountable at first? Isn't that the definition of insanity? Well yes, because you'd have to be insane to actually enjoy those games, but also no.

Because soulslikes bosses are a very practical example that perseverance can work.

Sure, you'll die a bunch. Maybe even spend 4 hours on a single boss like I did when I killed the first Tree Sentinel without doing anything else. But the first few times you die, you'll notice that the boss's health bar is a little hit more empty than it was the first time. After that, you'll probably plateau as you work out the moveset and the dodge timings and all that, but at least you know it's possible. And once you do beat that first boss, that rush of dopamine is even more confirmation for your brain that trying (and failing along the way) does eventually lead to success. So at the next obstacle, you're lore than willing to throw yourself at it and learn and grow until you win because you've already seen that it will work and that it's not fruitless. And, when you come back to that boss on subsequent playthroughs, I bet it'll be a lot easier now that you've already overcome it

Now, to bring this back to trans people, you can probably already see where I'm going with this. If you can't, allow me to explain with the metaphor that led me to this realization in the first place: voice feminization training.

At first, it seems impossible. You'll never sound as cool or as pretty or girly or whatever as the people that have already mastered their girl voice and been using it for years. But those are the speedrunners. The people that have already mastered the game's mechanics and can no-hit bosses faster than you can beat them normally. But you aren't an expert on the game yet. In fact, you've just started, so you shouldn't fee bad about not being as good as they are. If anything, all it should do is serve to prove that your goals are attainable, as long as you put in the effort.

So you try. You're never gonna get it your first try, unless you have a really good build and crazy skill, which, if you do, then good on you, I guess. But for the vast majority of us, you're going to fail at first. That's fine. Resurrect at the nearest bonfire, grab your runes, and keep on saying "heat from fire, fire from heat."

Yes, it's uncomfortable and dysphoric, and yeah, maybe you need to take a break and come back the next day because it's too uncomfortable to have to pay so much attention to the voice you've been avoiding for years. But simply in the act of trying, you've gotten closer to your goal. Literally just by playing with your voice and seeing what happens if you x or y, you have gained experience and knowledge that will get you closer and closer to your goal. It'll probably take a while, of course, but as long as you keep trying, the voice you dream of someday having will eventually end up being the voice you use to order coffee and chit chat and mundane crap like that.

Eventually, you'll be the one no hitting social encounters with your relaxed and flawless girl voice. It'll be so commonplace for you that it won't even seem notable that you didn't slip up at all.

Anyway, all of this to say that trans people like soulslikes because they show us that working towards a goal is the most important step in achieving that goal. They teach us that failure is just a step in the path of learning and that anyone is capable of doing things that seem impossible to them, as long as they try.

Father Gascoigne will never be put to rest if you don't get curb stomped by him a few times, and, I'm sorry to say, you won't ever wake up with the feminine voice of your dreams. You have to work for it. And you'll fail along the way, which is unpleasant and sucks major ass. But you beat everything Miyazaki could throw at you, goddammit, and you can beat your larynx into submission too!

[squirrellypoo]

I will be your blood loss consultant

Hey IWTV fic writers - want to ensure your character's blood loss feels realistic? Got a situation where a petit coup has gone too far, or a character got gravely injured? I've got a unique perspective to offer to the fandom - I've lived for extended periods of time with extremely low blood counts* and I'm happy for you to send me WIP snippets or to ask for advice on blood loss storylines.

To break it down a bit further, from my experience, how being low on the different types of blood feels/affects you:

Red blood cells - Red blood cells carry oxygen around the body, so if you're low on these, you're effectively low on oxygen in the blood. This is the most obvious, but you feel really sluggish, tired, and will be breathing heavily at the slightest physical exertion. Physically, it kinda feels like you're moving underwater, and your limbs feel heavy, and even short walks feel hard. (I went from running 10km 3x a week to getting out of breath just walking up stairs, for example). Cognition is fine, but frequent naps are a requirement.

Platelets - Platelets are what allow your blood to clot and heal cuts, so a lack of these means you bleed and bleed for a long time. But also you bruise super easily, and bruises last a really long time (weeks/months). You can also have spontaneous burst blood vessels in the whites of your eyes. Parts of your body that wouldn't normally bleed also do - like waking up to blood on the pillow because your gums bled overnight. The most unexpected part for me was having a constant background rushing sound in my ears - kinda like holding a seashell up, but all the time (until a transfusion).

White blood cells / neutrophils - A lack of these doesn't make you feel that different, tbh, but a lack of WBC means you can't fight off viruses so you pick up every single cough and cold, and have it for twice as long as normal people. A lack of neutrophils means you can't fight off bacteria, so your body's normal bacterial cohabitors cause problems that can really mess you up. So you've got to be insanely conscientious about what you eat (no runny eggs, unpasteurised cheeses, raw vegetables!), and brush your teeth and mouthwash after you ingest anything. You'll really only need to worry about these symptoms though if you've got low blood levels for an extended period of time (several weeks+).

Overall though, I've described the extreme examples. If your character is young and healthy, they will probably only experience the red blood loss symptoms (and possibly minor platelet symptoms) for a few days, depending on how much blood was lost. If they're in a situation where a hospital would give transfusions, be aware that you'll only ever be given enough to get you out of the dangerously low territory, never so much that you'd be "back to normal" counts after the transfusion(s). But transfusions do make you feel better almost instantly (better, but not good).

But again, feel free to message me with any specific questions (I can also tell you how chemo, meningitis, spinal taps, surgery w/o anaesthetic feels if that's of use!), I'm happy to talk about all this and I want to give back to this fandom and IWTV fanfic writers in particular to say thanks for the hundreds of hours of enjoyment you all have given me!

* I'm absolutely fine now! Over my lifetime, though, I've survived off the blood of literally hundreds of people. A bone marrow transplant saved my life 14 years ago and I run marathons now and am probably healthier than most 40-somethings, except I'm still Clinically Extremely Vulnerable to Covid and can't go into crowded places or unmask indoors. But my bloods have been fine for over a decade and this is in no way traumatic for me to talk about!

Please consider joining your country's bone marrow donor registry and/or donating blood regularly if you're able to! Both saved my life.

[crisalidaseason]

Hi again fav writer!!!Do you think you could do platonic (separate) Annie and Sasha x reader hcs?

Btw this time could you add in a separate modern au hc? it’s totally fine if not I don’t mind and I don’t wanna make you work too much

Anyways I hope you have a great day/night!!

Hello! You're so so kind!!! Love ya. Also, sorry this took so long, I am working insane hours and barely have time to write. Hope you enjoy this, I tried my best despite the tiredness.

Platonic Annie x reader

Canonverse

Annie is very stunted, which means befriending her has a low rate of success. She is a little scary, intimidating, but not necessarily rude. I genuinely think that befriending Annie requires a bit of persistence. You'd probably have to annoy her a little, always the one to start small conversation. She would give you a few scary faces in an attempt to sush you.

She warms up to you eventually - after long long months of your persistent tries at talking and inviting her to train or eat together. But don't get me wrong, she is very conflicted about feeling attached to a so called 'island-devil' so expect her reactions to be conflicted too.

I think Annie really likes people who are sure of themselves, who have zero hesitation to follow their personal morals and desires. She admires people who don't get lost on propaganda or manipulation. It reminds her that free will exists despite her being denied of that her entire life.

She becomes a silent friend, but attentive and protective in a discreet manner. When she has to transform into the female titan, she tries to avoid the areas you might be. She checks your ODM gear in the middle of the night, looking for any sort of damage.

Overall, she is a person that will consider you a friend, but never admit that to your face.

Modern AU

In a less traumatizing life, Annie is just an quiet and reserved friend. You still have to be persistent to befriend her though, she is quite terrified of social interactions. When she senses you're a safe person, Annie will be more open to the frienship.

Annie loves sports and most likely likes to bond with you by going on a walk or a run around green areas. She also loves cat cafés and secrectly is dying for someone to take her there. Annie is also a music lover and I headcannon that she plays the guitar, ask her to show one of her latest practices and she will be very happy.

She is a bit on the quiet and silent side, but doesn't really mind if you are talkative. Annie is the kind of friend you can tell a mortal secret and she will actually keep it a secret (like if you killed someone she would actually never tell anyone).

Scary as fuck if someone tries to hurt you. That's when people meet boxing-Annie.

She hates surprises, gifts or affection because her tear ducts activate immediatly, you'll actually have to be careful with that. Annie doesn't like to cry in front of anyone, not even you. It takes her time to finally understand that it's okay to feel vulnerable with friends.

She is so cute and doesn't even know it!!! And don't tell her she is cute because then she becomes scary.

Platonic Sasha x reader

Canonverse

Sasha is a cutie pie. She is the most friendly person in the world. Give her a little bit of your attention and she will immediatly invite you to eat dinner, train together, gossip. She is so easy to like and also extremely understandable.

If you're friends with Sasha, understand that Connie and Jean become a part of the process. She likes to have alone time with everyone, but most of the time Connie is following her and Jean is there to make sure Connie and Sasha don't do something stupid.

She is very caring and gentle. Will help you with training, repairing clothes and gear, bring you food and herbs whenever you're sick, tell you the best gossip she just heard of.

Sasha is a little crazy, which means you most likely will get into trouble by proxy. But Sasha does feel bad and apologizes by sharing some of her food - like a very small part.

She taught you how to shoot a gun and use a bow and arrow. She wants you safe from people - in her opinion they are worse than titans.

Modern AU

Fashionista, but in a non conventional way. She has one of the weirdest clothing combinations, with clashing colors and textures, colorful make up. She draws attention everywhere, so be used to that.

Hypes you up in whatever you need. She will be there for your moments of victory and also failures. Sasha knows how to celebrate a good thing and also how to help you cope with a bad one. If you're sad, expect her to show up in your house with snacks and cringy movie suggestions.

The kind of friend to always make sure to include you in bigger gatherings. She hates when people feel excluded. She will pay attention to you and also make sure nobody talks over you.

Knows a lot of indie places, expect her to just randomly take you to one of those places. Also, she refuses to let you pay.

You drive because Sasha is a maniac on the streets. Sometimes you wonder if she has an illegal driver's license because there is no way she passed that test. Zero attention span that girl has.

Slumber parties usually have Connie in them because he cries if she doesn't invite him. Like, he ugly cries. He was jealous of your friendship with her at first, but he made peace with it and learned to enjoy your companionship too.

[harmonyckrs]

Act 4, Scene 1 of Twisted Veronaville: Taking Down the Knights of Order

THE LAST PAGE

Pascal: Hello?...who is this?

Sita: Yo, Pascal. Can you come back to Veronaville super quick?

Pascal: I JUST got back home! And it turns out Lazlo is missing too, plus there's aliens camping in my house who refuse to give me any information about Sixam!

???: We were born and raised here! We don't know anything about Sixam!

???: Yeah! If we were from Sixam we wouldn't be fucking camping in your house!

Sita: Woah, they're super loud.

Pascal: Yeah, I know. I've only been back for an hour, but they're already driving me insane.

Sita: Okay, well...that does sound pretty bad, but...I'll help you find Vidcund and Lazlo if you help us with this. And we'll pay for your gas, too.

Pascal: You owe me way more than that.

Sita: Tracking down prisoners captured by a high ranking military officer such as the General and then proceeding to break them out of what's likely a maximum security prison takes a lot of effort, even for a psychic. Combined with Aktu's teleportation ability, you're going to want us both on your team.

Pascal: ...Fine. I'll meet you back in Veronaville soon.

The Knights of Order were a serious and determined bunch, but like with everyone else, they weren't without weaknesses. And in her attempt to scan the minds of everyone in Veronaville, Sita accidentally found out theirs.

Sana: I'm glad you're not mad at me for trying to stop you...even if we are on opposite sides, I do still see you as my sister.

Sita: Of course! There's no way I could be mad at my twin!...anyway, how's life? Got a girlfriend yet?

Sana: No...I don't think anyone would be interested, anyway. You were right about Nina and Dina, by the way...

Sita: (Right into my trap.) Aw, well...you can always find someone new. You know those Capp sisters? Goneril and Regan? They're recently divorced. Maybe you three can complain about your love lives together.

Sana: I guess I can...Regan and I talked for a bit at Hamza and Crystal's wedding, and she seemed nice...maybe I will! Thanks, Sita.

Sita: Of course! Anything to cheer you up!

Crystal: (Finally, I'm home...my head is killing me...)

Aktu: Greetings, Crystal.

Sita: Hello, wench.

Crystal: Ugh, you two. What do you even want, snitch?

Sita: Oh, nothing. I just wanted to thank you for trying to sabotage the Knights of Order from the inside, even if you were mostly unsuccessful.

Crystal: ...I only did it because I wanted some entertainment.

Hamza: Chrissy? You were sabotaging us?...and what happened to you? You're bleeding! Are you okay?

Aktu: (Let's teleport out of here before we risk having to talk to Hamza again.) Congrats again on the wedding, Crystal. I should probably go now.

Sita: (Agreed.) See ya, Chrissy!

While Sita and Aktu were dealing with Hamza and Crystal, Pascal's newfound presence had been noticed by the very person he wanted to see least.

Albany: (He's back...my dear Pascal has returned to Veronaville...)

Cornwall: Albany? Why are you using the telescope like that? The sky's upwards.

Albany: Oh! No reason! Just wanted to spy on...our bitch exes...

Cornwall: You're still not pointing the telescope the right way! You'd have to point it towards the north, not the west!

Albany: Yeah, yeah! Whatever!

Albany: (...I wonder why he's dressed like that...it reminds me of those old photos Goneril used to show me of-)

*DING DONG*

Consort: (As if Tybalt's death wasn't enough, I now have to deal with unwanted visitors...)

Consort: (Those guards weren't supposed to let that happen. I guess I got to check it out for myself...)

Pascal: Someone order a handyman?

Consort: (...He looks so much like Patrizio, back when we...)

Pascal: Well? I don't have all day.

Hermia: (Something's up with that guy, but I'm really not in the mood to deal with all of this today...)

Consort: ...Yeah, I did. Come inside.

*five minutes later*

Pascal: And that's the story of my first love. I'll never be able to get him back, but I can rest peacefully knowing that he's been avenged.

Consort: That's beautiful. I've lost my wife, too...to old age, but I can understand what the feeling of loss feels like. And my daughter and son-in-law were both murdered, so I understand the feeling of vengeance, too.

Pascal: (Our situations are not even REMOTELY the same! YOU caused the deaths of your loved ones!) Thank you, Consort. I can glad the patriarch of the Capp family is as kind as he is...handsome.

Consort: Oh, you flatter me.

Pascal: (And how is this plan even working?)

Meanwhile, Zoya was occupying herself with the new hologram tech she installed in the base of the Knights of Order as a celebration of "victory," unaware of what was going on with her siblings.

Tank: Zoya?

Zoya: Yeah? What's up, kiddo?

Tank: I was just wondering about...everything, really. What exactly are we fighting for now?

Zoya: Hm...not sure, actually. We may not have succeeded in restoring the story to normal, but I think the events are just going to run as they do normally. At this point, there's nothing we can do but sit and watch.

Tank: But there's got to be other things I can do, right?

Zoya: I think it's pretty too far gone. Ripp has already done a lot of damage to the story. Unless if you're a miracle worker, there's probably no way to get Romeo and Juliette back together.

Tank: ...

Zoya: And you haven't even talked to either of them. I don't know what exactly Aktu and Sita had in mind when they said they were going to use you for their plan, but I think General Buzz getting in the way probably helped them more than they realized.

Tank: Seriously?...well, I can be just as useful as Ripp! I'll find some way to fix the story, without your help!

Zoya: Sure! Go for it!

Zoya: (I feel like I struck a nerve...I should probably apologize to him later, once he calms down...hopefully he doesn't do anything drastic.)

THE NEXT DAY

[deconstructivesurgery]

this is stupid and normally i don't believe much that posting about your personal life could be useful to other people but fuck it, i want to talk about what happened to me this year as i both somehow started feeling the celiac i've probably had for years and was diagnosed with it. two important lists! don't use this to diagnose yourself, i'm not an armchair doc, but this was my experience with this funny disease.

THINGS I THOUGHT CELIAC DISEASE WAS AS I GOT PROGRESSIVELY WORSE AND SICKER OVER TIME:

lingering stomach issues/ a sensitive stomach combined with a caffeine/lactose intolerance that i took an excess amount of pepto-bismol for. i ate fucking cream of wheat a lot because i thought it was a "simple food" that would calm my stomach. how was i to know?

a bad hangover, because after one specific day drinking out with friends it just seemed to get worse and so much worse. (i had had pizza that day and even alcohol with gluten in it, i know now). this spiralled, as i continued to get worse and worse. i feared liver failure, kidney damage, thought somehow i'd managed to drink enough to permanently harm myself despite being very careful about my alcohol intake due to family history.

see previous. kidney damage/failure. liver damage/failure. SIBO (small intestine bacterial overload) or other such small intestine/large intestine issues. ulcers. i feared every single stomach/small intestine/large intestine condition with vaguely overlapping symptoms that seemed accurate to what i was experiencing. it was at this point that i wound up in the ER for the first of several times.

a viral stomach infection, because that's what the people at the ER told me it was the first time i went before sending me home :) nevermind the fact i told them i'd been sick for a long time. long enough that even if it had been a viral illness, something would have been Really Wrong.

endometriosis/ovarian cysts/ some kind of uterus/hormonal-related misery that had somehow gotten bad enough to affect other parts of my body. irrational thought? probably, but i was panicking. people want answers when they're panicking and feel like they're getting weaker and sicker by the week with no end in sight.

dehydration alone. no other issue here, you just don't drink enough water. you're also strangely losing weight and suffering some kind of malnutrition? maybe you need to eat better. this was after going to the ER a second time, and being dismissed as dehydrated because i didn't drink enough water. i was confused. i drank water- enough of it that i should have been fine. i had never let it go to the point of suffering ill effects, but i didn't want to question anyone- you say it's my fault and don't question whether or not my gut is even fucking absorbing the food, electrolytes, and water i'm giving it? sure thing boss. my bad.

at some point i genuinely just assumed i was dying of something, not even going to lie. call me dramatic if you will but people do not take being incredibly sick constantly for eight months nonstop with grace. i was paranoid i had some kind of cancer no one was recognizing, or permanent intestinal damage of some kind.

THINGS I EXPERIENCED WITH CELIAC WHILE UNWELL:

Gas, bloating, a constant strange sense of discomfort in my guts, etc- a lot of gastrointestinal symptoms you'd equate with having some kind of stomach flu or stomach ulcers.

Bad acid reflux.

Constant nausea to some degree. Sometimes bad enough that it left me retching for half an hour, sometimes just a vague queasiness that drove me insane. I never threw up once over the span of this eight months, but I gagged and retched and felt like I was Going To constantly over this span of time. This was the worst to me personally, despite the pain and discomfort of everything else. I am still prone to anxiety attacks whenever I feel myself possibly getting even slightly nauseous now. Funnily, thought, I am not afraid of the concept of throwing up.

Bad stomach cramping, internal pains.

Awful fatigue. Like, BAD fatigue. Keep in mind, I already live with arthritis and mental illness, so I'm used to managing fatigue- but up until I started feeling Celiac symptoms, I had it firmly under control with medicine. I could barely feel awake at any time of day, I would sleep for 18-20 hours straight at times, all too often I couldn't even muster up the energy to move when I wanted to. I'd just lie there and feel like I was about to shut down and fall asleep again.

Brain fog, exacerbations of all the other symptoms of my other conditions. etc. Any mental health condition I had that I had previously had under control? Nope. You are the pinnacle of misery now.

Perpetual dehydration and malnutrition despite my best attempts at vitamins/hydration/electrolyte consumption and so on and so forth. None of that can do much for you when your body isn't absorbing anything. I also dropped weight like a stone.

No appetite whatsoever, of course.

When it got really bad, the insomnia I already had became so much worse. I suddenly couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried, sometimes even with the application of my insomnia medication. I would be stuck awake until I physically could no longer handle that, and then I'd be out again for up to 18-19 hours or more.

[these-detestable-hands]

Hell yea! You hath summoneth me with this! You know what will happen, right?

Asks Galore Attack!

1, 10, 12, 18, 21 (I already know the answer is yes, but it's the elaboration that tends to be more interesting and revealing. Ex: what do you consider as "spiritual" in the first place? Do you see a difference between your understanding of the spiritual with those around you?), 23, 24, 34

Have fun!

Oh no how horrible, the anticipated Lyndis attack! Hi Lyn nice seeing you here :3

1. What are 3 things you'd say shaped you into who you are?

Probably my fire emblem hyperfixation and the aftermath. I played 3h, then made an instagram because of it and met a community of people who liked fire emblem, then I made several friends, got better at drawing and eventually took up 3 new hobbies! The friends I've made as a direct result of fire emblem (that includes my octopath friends! This blog wouldn't exist without fe3h!) are all wonderful and amazing and I love them AND YOU LYN!!!!

I think also one very specific thing my mom would do had a huge impact on me. Sometime in the early 2000s, she read an article in a magazine that said you always have to cultivate your kids' hobbies. She did that and I'm extremely artistic as a result. She always got me the supplies I needed and loved seeing my art. I never would've been able to start sewing or papermache if she didn't support all my art so passionately. My siblings too, she got my brothers loads of instruments and I hear them play everyday.

Last one is probably just being very mentally ill and autistic. Since kindergarten, I've always been acutely aware that I was extremely different from everyone else. It was only when I got my autism diagnosis that I actually figured out why I struggled with making friends.

10. Would you say you're an emotional person?

Yep! To a bad extent! It's fine when I smile and laugh over the smallest things but not so much when I cried for an entire hour because of the first scene with Svarog in tristrat or when I lash out at people. I show my emotions a lot I think.

12. What's some good advice you want to share?

When writing, tilt the screen downwards and write. Don't care about the quality or typos or grammatical or formatting errors, you can correct it later but you need something to correct first. I'm not old enough to have good life advice other than the thing in the last question.

18. Do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

Yes to both! I don't know the full lore of my denomination but I believe upset or evil spirits can get stuck on earth with the purpose of making others fall to sin.

As for aliens, we have such a big universe so it's a bit difficult for me to believe aliens have never existed. Even if they're currently extinct or do not exist, I do believe life could evolve and exist on other planets at some point, but it doesn't necessarily have to be right now.

21. Are you a spiritual person?

Haha EXTREMELY funny that you ask this because I do not actually feel comfortable going in depth about the deep lore of my denomination online. Not upset you asked but yeah, unfortunately will not be answering this one.

23. Say 3 things about someone you hate.

I don't really hate this person anymore but used to.

1. He'd threaten to kill himself whenever he was upset.

2. Made constant sex jokes.

3. Dumped all his mental health issues on me and called me insane when I asked if I could talk about my intrusive thoughts because he was scared I would hurt him.

He was extremely selfish and treated me and his other friends like crap. Idk where he is now, last I checked he has a big friend group and is doing better mentally. I'm happy for him because he hurt himself a lot and I'd rather he improve and become a better person than be unhappy forever, but I'm still a bit upset about the things he did to me because I still haven't fully recovered. But again, I don't hate him. It's unhealthy to hate people, it just weighs you down and I have much better things to spend my time and energy on than actively disliking someone I haven't talked to in a year.

24. What's one thing you're proud of yourself for?

I haven't done self harm in almost a year. First anniversary is on the 15th. I've thought about it a lot but I've managed to not give in and here we are! Whenever I thought about doing self harm, I would remind myself that the reason hurting yourself is considered a sin because God loves us and does not want us to be in pain. If the urges were especially bad, I would pray and then listen to music until I felt better. This has worked really well and I'm doing much better than January last year. January last year was one of the worst months of my life so I'm very very happy and proud to be doing better.

34. Any pet peeves?

People who promote revenge or say that it's okay to not forgive someone. I understand how that may seem like a good idea in the moment, but you only hurt yourself by doing it.

"I hated my mean grandma so I vandalized her grave" cool, do you think she cares that much? She's probably in the afterlife chilling with her parents or other dead loved ones.

If your grandmother was abusive, you won't find comfort by dishonoring her. Yes, it is true you'll feel better in the moment, but it's not a good plan in the long run. You'll just be up late at night, unable to sleep because you're just angry. Please, just see a therapist and talk about how sad your grandma made you. It's so much healthier to just acknowledge grandma sucked and to MOVE ON!!! Baby stop wasting energy spraying silly string on her grave or burning the stuff you inherited from her, go to a friend and cry about how much she sucked then play video games together.

Abusive grandma is just one example but it could be anything really.

My brother is a casual berserk fan and due to his poor media literacy skills, he's pro revenge. I need to get him to read the count of Monte Cristo so he'll realize he's wrong.

[xxghost-zombie-jesus]

" Please come to bed, this isn’t healthy." + "I’m not going to bed just so I can spend hours staring at the ceiling"

A/N: I decided that I'll be doing prompt fills/writing requests in between my longer fics! If you have any prompts or requests you'd like to see, shoot me an ask with the prompt, character(s) and/or ship you'd like! They'll probably be between 3k-5k but with my track record, who knows.

Anyway, onto the fic!

Prompt:  "Please come to bed, this isn’t healthy." + "I’m not going to bed just so I can spend hours staring at the ceiling" Requester: Me! Warnings: Self loathing, sleep deprivation Word Count: 1562 Read on AO3

This had gone on long enough. For the fifth, no sixth night in a row, Barbara had been awoken by Beetlejuice slipping quietly from the bed, disappearing to God-knows where until right before the sun rose, where he'd crawl back in and pretend to be asleep when her and Adam woke up for the day. She was glad that she was such a light sleeper, because this was ridiculous. She watched Beetlejuice as he silently stalked away from the bed. She shut her eyes as he looked back at them, before peeking through her eyelashes as he scratched at his arm.

He heaved a sigh and headed towards the roof, not even bothering using the door and just phasing through the wall. Once he was out of sight, she sat up as well. Adam was a heavy sleeper, it would take a bomb going off in the room to wake him, or a well-aimed kick to his shin, but she wanted to talk to Beetlejuice alone. Barbara slipped her robe over her nightgown, knowing that winter was well on its way and therefore the night air held a chilly bite to it.

"Again?" She asked the air as she shut the door behind her, stepping out onto the roof. Beetlejuice's head turned towards her from where he was leaning against the cresting that lined the edge of the roof. "How many nights is this? Six?"

He looked away again, out into the dark forest, and she approached. "Two, actually."

"Two days?" She scoffed in disbelief. If he thought he was going to lie to her, he was sorely wrong.

He shot her a wild grin. "Weeks."

Barbara stilled, slowly turning her head to glare at Beetlejuice who unapologetically smiled at her. "Excuse me? I think I misheard you."

"You didn't sweet-cheeks. Two weeks. I can go longer," he boasted, cracking his fingers before placing them behind his head and leaning backwards to stare up at the stars. "I don't need as much sleep as you breathers do."

Barbara shook her head, dumbfounded. "You still need sleep, though, Beetle. Are you kidding me? You think you're indestructible, but you're not."

He just shot her another grin. "Who knows. Maybe I am. Record was seven and a half, by the way. Not that you care."

"Seven weeks, Beetlejuice!" She watched him wince, and she really wasn't sorry about using his full name. "That's insane. What the hell is wrong with you?"

He tilted his head and sat up, glowering. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? Coming out here to yell at me. What I do at night is my own business."

"It's everyone else's business when you're hurting yourself!" He scoffed, as if he didn't believe her and she gestured towards him angrily. "Look at you! Your eye bags have eye bags. Your hands shake all the time. You're irritable, more so than normal. And reckless, again, more than usual."

"I always have eye bags, first of all," he argued, crossing his arms. "And my hands don't shake, your eyes are playin' tricks on you, Babs. And, I'm always reckless, it's in my nature. And don't you call me irritable, when you come out here and start berating me. I'm fine." Contrary to his words, his hair started to go a dull red at the tips, betraying his annoyance. It only grew when he physically bit back a yawn, jaw muscles straining.

"You're not fine, Beej. Please come to bed, this isn't healthy," she pleaded, holding her hand out to him.

He batted it away and glared venomously at her. "I'm not going to bed just so I can spend hours staring at the ceiling," he spat at her, turning his back to her and staring down the length of the roof. His words echoed in the night air and he froze as he realized what he said. He turned around, hands raised as he stumbled over his words, trying to rescind what he just said. "Wait, I-that wasn't what I- What I meant to say was-"

"What's keeping you awake, Junebug?" Barbara asked quietly, kneeling beside him. She placed a hand on his arm and frowned at the chill that seeped into her skin. He usually ran really warm, so it must've been colder out here than she realized. One of the benefits/curses of being a ghost was the fact a lot of temperatures were muted.

"Nothing is keeping me awake, I choose to stay awake. When else am I supposed to have time away from you breathers?" His argument was weak, and he didn't look at her, eyes darting back and forth between the forest's edge and the upper parts of the roof.

"Well, if nothing is keeping you awake, then you'll come back inside and back to bed then?" She tried, knowing exactly what he'd say.

"No! I mean… no." Yep, exactly what she thought.

She took one of his hands in both of hers and could feel it shaking, whether from the cold, or his lack of sleep, or something else though, she didn't know. "Beeble, come back to bed."

"Babs…" he sighed, but didn't pull his hand back. He didn't move, either, though, and just frowned at their hands. "I don't want to."

"Why not?" He ran his free hand aggressively through his hair, so much so she was afraid he'd rip out some of it. She released his hand with one of hers and grabbed his other hand, pulling both to her chest. "Tell me? Please?"

He rolled his eyes, but the hint of a smile curled at his lips. "Well, I guess since you asked so nicely…" he groaned and let his head drop backwards. "They're back." She didn't need to ask what 'they' were. She already knew.

His nightmares.

"Why didn't you tell me, or Adam?"

"Didn't wanna bother ya. 's bad enough I'm taking up space in your bed, I didn't wanna keep you up by playing baby-sitter with me every night. It's easier to not sleep than to risk waking one of you two up because of my bullshit."

"You wouldn't be bothering me or Adam because of your nightmares, Junebug. In fact, we'd rather you wake one of us than deal with them by yourself, or worse, doing this."

He barked out a laugh, though it lacked any amount of mirth. "I know, Babsy, that's the problem. You two are so willing to jump in and help me every time." He grinned coldly up at the sky, tilting his head disconcertingly to stare at her with two glowing eyes. "You shouldn't need to, I should be able to deal with it on my own. I'd been alone for hundreds of years, you'd think I'd have figured it out by now."

It was too late to be having this discussion, Barbara thought to herself. Unfortunately, they were having it now. She sighed tiredly. "Beej, you know Adam and I love you. We'd never begrudge you for needing help, just like you wouldn't begrudge us, or Lydia, or even Delia and Charles for needing help. Why is it so different for you?"

"Because…" that threw him for a loop and his grin faded. "Because it is. It has to be. You guys are, or were, human. I wasn't."

"What's that have to do with the price of tea in China?"

"What?" He snorted out a laugh and turned his head the right way around to give her a confused smile. "What the hell does that mean?"

"What does you not being a human have to do with anything?" She rephrased, rolling her eyes. He opened his mouth immediately but she cut him off. "And don't say because you're a demon, so it's different." His mouth snapped shut with an annoyed look.

He mulled over it for a moment. "We're not supposed to be soft, or have feelings, or be bothered by anything but our own wants and goals," he eventually shrugged, before wiggling his fingers. "Not about stupid shit like nightmares or our own thoughts or whatever."

She was too tired to deal with this. She knew she should assure him that it was perfectly okay for him to not be okay, for him to have hurts and fears, but her exhaustion was catching up to her and she wanted nothing more than the warmth of her bed. "Come back to bed, I'm done talking about this. We'll talk about it in the morning."

"Okay." He allowed her to pull him to his feet and lead him inside. She brought him over to the bed and allowed him to crawl into the middle. She watched him immediately press his cold feet against Adam's leg, and the sleeping man groaned in annoyance but didn't wake.

"And no escaping, or I'll be very mad at you," she warned, sliding under the covers beside him. "Wake one of us if you need to."

"Alright."

She snuggled up next to him, wrapping her arms around his chest and feeling him drape an arm over her waist. His thumb rubbed against her back. She closed her eyes and pillowed her head on his arm.

"Oh, and Lovebug? It's okay to need help, even for demons." She murmured quietly, letting sleep overtake her. She didn't hear his next words as she dropped off into sleep.

"I don't know."

[autumnmobile12]

I have so many problems with Attack on Titan, but right now I want to talk about the illogical world-building.

Giant creatures who only eat humans and only have one 'Achilles Heel' to take them out. Got it.

And you want to fight them with swords?

How did two swords win? They went through the trouble to build a whole, physics defying harness contraption to make them fly?

There were so many other weapons they could have used if they couldn't get to 'the weak spot.'

Step One, discover electricity. Step Two, build a goddamn fence.

Do they breathe? I don't remember, but poisonous gas. (Not in a civilian setting obviously and you'd need a breathing apparatus.)

Invent the flamethrower.

Too much to ask? Fine, here's some less technical solutions:

Caltrops.

Boiling oil poured over the side of the Wall.

Sulfuric acid and other dangerous chemical compounds that will break down organic matter. (There's gotta be a chemist somewhere here.)

Put spikes on the Wall.

Survey Corps all gathered together in a concentrated group to lure the titans in to a trap...coulda used that tactic to dig a pit trap, no?

Set the titans on fire.

Let's also address the fact the Survey Corps was completely useless by existing as the living embodiment of Einstein's definition of insanity. “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.” That 'brilliant idea' of Armin's where they travel to Shiganshina at night because the titans are less active..............you're telling me....that in a hundred years...nobody else thought of that?!

The government and public were right; they were a strain on resources and brought little benefit to society. If they wanted to be useful, the purpose of the expeditions should've been more forage/hunting based in order to bring food back to a starving populace. And there would have been food. The people of Wall Maria had to abandon their homes within a twelve hour or less span, so there is no conceivable way everyone could have brought all their livestock with them. Survey Corps could've been protecting civilians as they rounded up lost cattle, pigs, chickens, sheep, etc. And Sasha might’ve gone down in history as the greatest Scout of all time.

Another thing that doesn't add up: the textile industry. With as much land as they had, the pasture land food-clothing ratio was not adequate for the population.

There are not enough cows!

Based on available materials, I assume the ODM harness and boots are made of leather. With the limited space for cattle, that supply could not meet the demand at the rate the Scouts were being killed off. (They were definitely recycling dead people's boots and gear.) That's not even taking into account regular people who need footwear or the countless other things that require leather: saddles and other horse tack, gloves, tools, heavy protective aprons for factory workers or smiths, etc.

Cotton requires a long growing season. Do they have that? Linen comes from flax seed. You'd need space to grow that and flax doesn't have much nutritional use other than soup. Same goes for jute. Wool is a possibility, but is everything made of wool? What about silk? Do they have silk worms? What are the wealthy wearing?

We can probably rule out synthetic and mineral fabrics as I don't think they have the technology.

Natural resources: They use firearms and cannons, which means there has to be a sulfur mine somewhere to make gunpowder. Except naturally-occurring sulfur is most commonly found near volcanic regions. Volcano on that island? Maybe, if sulfur was one of the 'resources' the Marley people were after.

Where are they getting the alcohol? There's a food shortage and no sane nation is going to allow citizens to plant vineyards on land that can be used for crops and they're not going to use grain for beer when it could be used for bread. I get there was corruption in the government, but limited space is limited space.

Another thing I would like to point out is no matter how many times the Founding Titan suppressed knowledge of the outside world, any mathematician with enough determination could have gone rogue and calculated the size of their world. Despite what we were told in kindergarten, people did not 'discover' the earth was round when Columbus 'discovered' America and nobody believed the earth was flat. (He also didn't discover America, but that's not what we're here for.) Ancient Greek mathematician, librarian, astronomer, scholar Eratosthenes of Cyrene determined the circumference of the earth by comparing the sun's position in the sky in relation to two different points on earth.

He was off by 2%.

Why is this important? The old order of the Walls was very much greed-based. When word of exactly how much land (and wealth) they were missing out on got out, the merchant guilds would have had their own coup against the king.

[the-firebird69]

INSANE 1 of 1 Shirokai Widebody Challenger Reveal

My son says they should call it mad Max and they don't they should call it a mad Max kit and it goes very fast and you can lower it a lot of them have hydraulic shocks and this is the one that you can get up to 420 and taking the backseat out with the exhaust and the turbo it won't go that fast if you don't have this kit you can see you have to lower it to go fast you put the tires on and they painted the other one and it's the same car they were looking at a different video original speed is 205 mph and that's because this has 500 horsepower

The original speed of the 900 horsepower hellcat is 225 you put this kid on and it goes with the it already has the turbo and it has no Dot side steps if you have all of that the new top speed is about 490 mph and some people get it to 5:20 that's very very fast and you have new suspension and tires and it can handle it you just have to be careful but this is a brutish car it's very strong and the shell is strong and safer than super cars manufacturer's son is allowed to get a V6 stock though the V6 stock goes about $155 mph if you put the level one kit on that you saw and with new tires and new rims and he says he probably do the dot exhaust and the top end you probably get about 205 but we don't want to do that and he's laughing a little bit but that's very fast for a V6 and it's a tough car and 155 is pretty fast no he says it's not really it really is not that's a cool car and he likes the Challenger a lot better than the charger this is about as fast as you're going to go no they have 1,000 horsepower Challenger with the kit and all the changes it would go about 690 miles an hour

The basic Dodge Challenger with a 350 is about $25,000 the Diablo I think they call it with a thousand horsepower is 35,000 it's a big difference but 690 is extremely fast and it's really pushing the limit on the car no if you put those wide body kit on and their bolts not screws and you do body work if they're metal and those are not level they're not metal and you fuse it it would be nice but you can actually glue those on and people know they're going over 400 will glue them on these guys know about it that's the trick

Thor Freya

Olympus

He's sleeping a lot during the day because he stays up at night working we're working too this is great advertising we sell this product and a couple others and we're going to try and make that Porsche it's kind of a backbreaker we're thinking about something though because there's a guy who specializes in it we can have him do it like we're doing with the e-bike and it would work and this is an awesome idea I can't believe we weren't listening it's not even time for us to listen yet he says we're going to need it real bad that really does not look that much faster and a Volkswagen is insane a lot of my people have these Volkswagens and it's for when we try and recoup if we have anyone left it probably will bja is at around if this round everybody leaves crap he would be at 17% and we would be at about 4% but that's still plenty of people and the ratio is a little worse but we've always been smaller we're not like massive enemies but Jesus this could suck real bad. It is a way to do it without killing every one of them and I couldn't negotiate if I might have to but really if someone pushes it we're in trouble but this will come in handy in the Porsche too and he wants to work on it and our friend says he can just take a Volkswagen and put Clay on it he says I'm going to go do that now and you don't even have to ruin the vehicle you can put the those plastic pull off things it says that's insanity and then you just make the panels and you'd have to make it so you can make the connections it says you can do it after and you fine tune it and that's what he's all about and really knows how to make that play work so we're going to watch this this is going to be awesome but we really should talk to him about it that 9/11 is fast and I'm starting to see the number is significant that's why you picked it he says his father and mother helps and yeah we got to watch out for that

Trump

Olympus

[justanothergeek77]

All in all, I thought I was quite lucky for someone who had been buried alive.

For one, I wasn't technically buried. You know those fancy above-ground tombs with the raised coffins? I ended up in one of those. It wasn't even my tomb to begin with, you know; the guy they built it for ended up drowning at sea instead of succumbing to whatever illness he had, so there was never a body in the tomb. For various other reasons, his family never bothered carving his name into the place, and a few generations later they sold it to my grandfather, who thought it would be a lovely place to put his own corpse once he rotted away.

Then I dramatically dropped dead, and I assume that they decided to bury me quickly and get it over with, since my parents were quite against all the chemical treatments done on dead bodies. I suppose that's why I didn't have any nasty chemicals in my body when I finally woke up.

Anyway. I was fairly lucky, so far as being buried alive goes. Since the tomb was quite old, my stone coffin wasn't even close to airtight, so I could breathe just fine. Unfortunately, it wasn't old enough to have one of those little bells to ring in this situation, and I had no idea whether anyone was around to hear me shouting for help. I did try for a bit, but evidently my air supply wasn't quite sufficient enough for sustained screaming, so that idea died pretty quickly.

I tried moving the lid, hoping for a bout of hysterical strength, but to no avail. Apparently even the threat of dying in a tiny, dark box wasn't enough to let my body move a large, heavy slab of rock. I was, unfortunately, well and truly stuck.

Just as I was considering screaming again, I heard footsteps walking down into the crypt. Then a scraping sound, and then light as a crowbar forced its way beneath the lid of my coffin.

The twisted, making an opening above me, and someone wearing a black medical mask and a dark baseball cap leaned over me.

They blinked. I blinked back.

Rather than screaming at what they might think was a zombie, they just stood back and started swearing. I sat up, relishing in my freedom of movement as I attempted to pull myself out of the coffin.

"Do you know how complicated this makes this for me?" The strange person said, whirling around towards me. "I thought some rich old guy was buried here with all his solid-gold jewelry on his person! And instead I get a not-dead 20-something with no gold in sight!"

"I'm pretty sure these earrings are gold plated," I offered, because I figured I owed them something for saving me from death by starvation. The earings were my mothers, and I had been wearing them when I fainted in the street and presumably died. Only because she forced me to, because I was going on a fake date to get her off my back, and she wanted me to look nice. I had been planning to take them off the moment I got to the restaurant.

"That's barely worth anything," the person whom I was fairly certain was a grave robber said sourly.

"Fair enough," I said. "Well, thanks for saving my life and all. Want to scam my parents? They'll probably give you their life savings if you say you resurrected me."

They looked at me like I was insane. "Are you sure you're not a zombie?" They asked. "Because most people would be running and screaming right now."

"I don't think you've met most people in my generation," I pointed out. "I'm planning to milk the fuck out of my parents since they thought I was dead. Figured you'd want to get in on it."

The grave robber seemed to accept my insanity. "Sure, why not. I'll give you a ride home and we can get out stories straight."

I finished climbing out of the coffin to follow her, finally stepping into the night air after hours of being trapped in the dark. All in all, not the worst first meeting I'd ever had.

I really was quite lucky to be buried alive.

Grave robber digs up the wrong patch and discovers someone who's been buried alive