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alittlesil · 8 months

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let me distract you

Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader ♥️

a/n: hey :) i secretly enjoy writing and after a quick talk abt it with @lilthbunny i decided to post some of my fics here! hope it’s not so bad so pls enjoy

summary: you study too much and Tate decides to slightly distract you 🌸

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving)

(pic from pinterest)

Summer is almost there.

It’s almost there, and it means that you have exams in your college.

Another day of the endless studying in your dark, dusty room. A lot of textbooks are scattered on the bed mixed with notebooks, and you're lying there typing something quickly on your laptop - you need to watch another lecture… your brain aches already, your eyes narrow in the darkness of the room, you’re completely exhausted of this shit. When you type the last letter on your laptop, you feel someone’s presence nearly.

With a sigh, you take your notebook again, starting to write something and not paying any attention to the blond guy, who already took a seat on the bed with you. With a muffled tired groan, his head literally falls down on your tummy, and his hands stroke your sides gently.

“Y/n, come ooon”, he groans again, looking up at you with his dark puppy eyes. “You’ve been studying for three days in a row, i’m tired of just watching you laying here, reading and writing.”

You sigh tiredly, but feel really bad for ignoring your boyfriend this way, even knowing how much he always craves your attention. “Tate, you know this test is important.” Your fingers eventually slipped into his golden, soft curls, playing with them, as your gaze’s still locked with the notebook. You bit your lower lip, trying to focus on the study tasks, when the young boy starts to kiss your stomach through the cloth of your top, and of course you didn’t wear bra… and of course Tate notices it, when your nipples become harder because of simple kisses on your body. He smirks slyly.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to study all weekend… look at you. You look exhausted.” He said, and his fingers quickly slip under the cloth and touch your bare skin on your sides and stomach. Tate leans in and nuzzles your neck, and you unintentionally put your notebook aside. His hot breath hits your skin, as he whispers: “Someone here wants you to take a breath. Let me distract you for a while.”

You almost moaned just at these words, as your fingers tug on his hair softly and your lips curl into a slight smirk. “I think i can’t say no in this position.”

Tate smiles and immediately pulls your top off, his palms cupping your breasts, as he connects his lips with yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. Oh, this boy missed this feeling of your smooth skin in his hands, of your soft lips against his - it was only 3 days without you guys having intimacy, but for him it felt like eternity. His hot tongue brushes against your lips in a silent question, and you part your lips slightly, allowing him to slip in, while his slender fingers knead your tits.

His mouth starts to move lower - his hot lips on your neck, on your chest, on your tummy, and you can already feel how your underwear gets more wet with each second.

“That’s… a very… good… mhmhmm… decision…” He groans into your skin in between kisses, as his lips wander lower and lower. His hands reach for the buttons of your jeans, and eventually he pulls them down your legs, leaving you in your panties only. Tate pulls away, admiring the view - he always craves you, your body, your touch, no matter what, and seeing you naked (or almost naked) is enough for him to get hard within a second. His fingers trace along your bare thighs gently, as he suddenly changes the position - now you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, and this boy with golden curls is kneeling in front of you, spreading your thighs. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, as his lips slowly make their way up your thigh, getting closer and closer to the spot where you crave them the most and shamelessly teasing you. Tate’s fingers reach to the waistband of your panties, tugging on it slightly.

“Let me..?” He whispers in a hushed breath, looking up at you, and this sight only can make you cum twice.

“Tate, just do it, please…” You whimper, tugging on his hair, and he lets out a soft growl, as his lips connect with your underwear, and you gasped at the sensation - it feels so good, but you need so much more… “D-don’t tease! Take these off…” You whine, and Tate smirks, enjoying how much you want him back. He can’t refuse you, and in a second your panties fall down on the floor. His slender finger runs between your folds, collecting the wetness, and he even moans quietly, seeing how eager you already are.

You shiver, and a soft whimper escapes your lips, when you feel his finger touching you. Tate pulls it away and replaces it with his soft, tender lips, and now you can’t hold back a proper moan. Your grip in his hair tightens, as he started to literally eat you out, his tongue circles around your clit and slips inside you, making you scream in pure pleasure. You pull his head closer, and Tate moans at your eagerness, continuing his adorable assault on your pussy. Your arousal mixes with his saliva, and when he sucks on your clit, you let out another loud moan.

“So loud for such a sweet girl”, he chuckles quietly, swallowing, and then suddenly entering you with his middle finger. You threw your head back, covering your mouth with your free hand just not to scream so loud that the whole neighbourhood could hear you. You squeeze your thighs unintentionally, and Tate chuckles against your clit - the vibrations send a shiver down your spine. He starts to move his finger painfully slow, and you thrust your hips, meeting his motions. When he feels that you begin to clench around his finger, he adds the second one and licks on your clit faster, but gentler.

“F-fuck, Tate!” You whine again, not able to contain yourself. “I- Oh, I think i’m gonna cum-“

Your words make him grow even harder in his jeans. “Don’t worry”, he chuckles, pulling away for a second. “I ain’t stopping.”

You whine, and with one last thrust of his fingers, finally achieve your climax. It feels like an explosion: your walls clench around his hand, the arousal dripping down your thighs, and Tate gladly licks every single drop of it. This familiar feeling of powerful wave of pleasure makes you gasp for the air, and you lay down on your back, trying to calm down. Tate pulls away from your thighs, his chin glistens with your wetness, and he wipes it away with a sleeve of his striped sweater. He crawls towards you, laying down next to your body.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispers, kissing your temple, and you reach up to him, smashing your lips against his - he kisses you back sloppily, still caressing your bare thigh with one hand. He then looks at you with a cocky smile and leans his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

“I guess I should study even more if it means that you’re going to distract me from it like this every time…” You scoff, starting to play with his hair once again, making Tate purr.

“I don’t mind spending most of my time ‘distracting’ you.”

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sweeneydino · 3 months

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*BIG INHALE* Hi! I’ve been rotating the Spikeangelo au in my brain for a while, and things might get incomprehensible real quick. Not all questions, some just comments... 90% of this is just musing as the train of thought jumps rails and causes massive casualties; no need to answer all if you chose to answer any.

1. The fact that Master Splinter lets Titan live with them BEFORE he knows that he’s a version of Mikey, even after the attempted murder… man will look at a mutated turtle, ask, “Is anyone going to adopt that?” and not wait for an answer.

2. In Turtle Temper, Splinter says, “Spike, chew on your leaf if you are in the mood for a story”. Ronin has a choice here: pest Raph by eating, or troll Splinter by not. What choice would he make?

3. It seems like during the Slash and Destroy episode, Titan already had his outfit. If so… where did he get the clothes? The little turtles don’t really wear anything (and their clothes would be much smaller), so unless Splinter has a secret goth wardrobe, the only thing I can think of is that Raph is Very Optimistic about how tall he’s going to get, and has stockpiled clothes accordingly.

4. A while back you mentioned Titan “chewing [Shredder] out” after Shredder kills Splinter during the Triceraton invasion. The image you drew made it look like a tirade, but the first thing that came to mind for me was… more along the lines of using Shredder as a dog toy.

5. You said that after Slash and Destroy, Titan hides for a while out of shame. When does he rejoin the others? Before the invasion, *during* the invasion, after? Does he join the farmhouse arc, or does he do as canon Slash does and defend NYC while the rest of the turtles are gone?

Ah... there's a very long part six that's just about the ghosts... I don't think I'll be bothering you with that today.

When I see these types of asks, I can never control the squeal that comes out of my mouth. I love detailed analyses about my aus

I also love completing things, so let's do them all!

1) Yep! Idk whats with the Splinters, but if it's turtle-shaped and needs a home, well say no more!

When Spike turned to Titan, Splinter already sensed something off with him, something more familiar than a family pet, but he would never figure out why until their lair is attacked by the kraang at the start of the invasion.

It's hard not to realize that your son's former pet knows moves (and shows a strange amount of wisdom) that you're 90% sure you never taught or shown to any of your sons.

I think he's still upset about the pizza. Or Raph's anger.

3)Dumpster diving?

I'll be honest, I forgot to write it down... So we will stick to this simple solution for now🗿

Okay, well... Shredder ALMOST became a dog toy. Let's just say that (this will totally not be a future comic)

5) He reunites with them after the newtralizer arc! After a little convincing ofc

When the invasion begins, he's with Splinter and Leatherhead, having defended their home and now searching for the turtles. They find Shredder after they exit the sewer, and Titan isn't too pleased to see the old bastard, attacking him in a rage once he hears about Leo's possible "demise."

Unfortunately, when he gains the upper hand, Titan is the one caught off guard and knocked into the machine, crushed by the pipes.

Before Shredder could really begin his usual evil monologue, he becomes distracted with Leatherhead, allowing Splinter to check on Titan and help him out of the pile of metal. Despite the likelihood of having a huge bruise on his ribs, he'd be fine. Even better if he could get rid of all their issues right there in front of him.

The one wrestling an alligator. And somehow winning.

And when he sees that devil in that all too familiar armor toss leatherhead into the pit, he's all too ready to kill him.

Yet he can't. Because He's not the only one wanting to prevent the past from happening again.

Splinter sends him away to find his sons, Titan's brothers - well, sorta - and even if he wants to bring Oroku Saki, the worse pain imaginable, he's more concerned if they are okay.

...

Okay, well, if the rest of them are okay

COUGH COUGH.

He'd find them, with him.

And uh. I think Leo's perfectly fine.

So when they decided to leave for April's farmhouse, he stayed in the city to search for Splinter and the other Mutanimals after leaving Leo with the others.

Maybe he sees himself as a burden.

Then the rest you make up on the way 👍 /j

This was very fun! Maybe I should just write paragraphs or smol little chapters with much more detail and flow🤔

Nah, I'll just draw.

Can't wait for the looooooooooonnngggg part six :D

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Title: Partiality.

Commissioned by the very lovely, very indulgent @mars-syndrome.

Pairing: Yandere!Ayato x F. Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: Sex Doll AU, Non/Con, Non-Consensual Drug Use, and Obsessive Behavior.

“Opportunities to bask in the sunlight like this are few and far between.”

You swallowed back a sigh, pressing your tongue against the roof of your mouth. An idle line – preprogrammed but deliberately employed to either spark conversation or simply distract from the lack thereof. It wasn’t unexpected, most companion droids tended to spout them off during repairs like a kid might start to ramble about their day when given nothing else to do, but Ayato hadn’t spoken much since his user dropped him off at your apartment, only offering a few polite niceties before asking if you always enjoyed such a ‘quaint living space’. You’d tried to laugh it off, and he’d smiled, like someone trying to be very, very patient with a very, very stupid animal.

That, paired with the fact that the sun had set hours ago and he was currently staring absent-mindedly out a pitch-black window, made the comment feel a little pointed. Just a little.

Still, you let out a breath of a chuckle, glancing away from the laptop propped up on your folded legs for just long enough to make sure your auxiliary cable was still plugged into the tiny, circular port built into the nape of his neck. You knew it was working, you’d been staring at his interface for hours, but your brain was starting to melt and you needed to look at something that wasn’t a firewall, or a frozen setting, or a friendly, enthusiastic notification letting you know to either contact an official Teyvat repair outlet or fuck off. You were actually starting to feel inclined to do the latter, if only because you couldn’t possibly afford to do the former.

“Do you have something to tell me, Ayato?” You asked, and he shook his head, humming softly. You had to resist the temptation to call his owner and ask if they actually wanted him back and, if so, why - swallowing your frustration, instead, forcing yourself to smile apologetically as you went on. “I’m sorry, I know it’s boring. If you want to, you can power yourself off, but I really need to fix you up. Just try to bear with me, alright?”

“Aren’t I already?” You nearly groaned, your attention falling back to his interface. You’d already looked into his personal settings (the handful you had access to, anyway), tried dialing back his investment in his backstory, checked to make sure his user was listed properly and that he hadn’t been accidentally locked into his professional mode, but all the right names were in the right places, all the right numbers set to the right values, and you just couldn’t find anything abnormal. Nothing that should’ve been causing the problems he was having, at least. “To be completely honest, I don’t feel particularly broken. Have I done anything wrong?”

“It’s not about that.” No bug alerts, either, or backlogged updates that might be affecting his day-to-day processes. It wasn’t uncommon for Ayato models to put on an aloof front, to make a show of warming up to their users, but this Ayato was less aloof and more completely apathetic, seemingly totally uninterested in anything to do with... well, anything. You’d seen it before in companion droids, but those cases had been simple mistakes, quick fixes that’d taken less than an hour to correct, overall. Nothing like this. Nothing so evasive. “You’re not doing anything wrong, per se – your user just has some concerns. Think of this as a little check-up, just to make sure you’re healthy.”

He clicked his tongue, his indifferent frown slipping into a small grin. “I can assure you, Doctor, there’s nothing wrong with me. Everything, including my common sense, is perfectly in-tact.”

You shot him a glare, your fingers tensing over your keyboard. His grin only widened, his head lulling to the side as he turned to face you. “I’ve heard you talk about it, you know,” He added, his tone light, easy. “Your…. What do you call it? A side-gig? I know what she thinks of me, and I know she’s hired you to pick my brain apart and put it back together in a form she finds more appealing.”

‘She’, you guessed, was his owner, the friend who’d asked you to take a look at her droid. You hadn’t realized he’d been listening when you told her about your side-job, when she expressed an interest in having you take a look at her Ayato. You hadn’t realized he’d recognized you. “If it helps, she’s not paying me,” You muttered, finally giving in, shutting your laptop and falling into your couch. “This is a favor. She cares about you, and she’s worried about how you’ve been acting, lately.”

He was quiet for a moment, but only a moment. As if you’d get any luckier than that. “And if I don’t care for her?”

That caught you off-guard. Maybe you should call someone from Teyvat, their rates be damned. “Well,” You started, slowly, attempting to measure out your words. Androids were tricky, like that. One wrong phrase and you’d end up with another laundry list of issues to deal with. “That’d be a shame. Considering how close companion droids usually are to their users, I mean.”

He wound a finger around your cord, looking towards you before proceeding further. You hesitated, but ultimately nodded, and with a tug and a muted click, your connection was severed, his interface flickering to a blank, white screen as he pushed himself to his feet, stretching slightly. He didn’t have to, but you were starting to think part of his malfunction was a simple inclination towards doing things that you, particularly, found irritating.

“Or so I’ve been told,” He muttered, and then, before you could ask him what he meant, “Do you want something to drink?”

You nodded without much thought. You'd been too preoccupied to get yourself anything after you started working on him, and you would’ve been lying if you said you weren’t thirsty, or hungry, or tired enough to feel a faint pulsing in the back of your skull. You closed your eyes, attempting to let the tension drain out of your shoulders and relax, but it was a half-hearted effort, at most – your mind still busy even if your body was worn down. There’d been other problems you should’ve looked into. His failure to bond with his user was the most obvious, but your friend had mentioned a general uncooperativeness, a tendency to isolate himself that, while not necessarily a malfunction, most companion droids just didn’t seem to have. You’d have to take him home in the morning, admit that you couldn’t help, recommend someone who could actually do more than tamper with his settings and poke around his interface. It’d be a blow to your pride, but—

A hand came to rest on your shoulder. When you glanced over your shoulder, Ayato was behind you, smiling softly and holding a mug of something warm enough to have steam rising from the surface, but not so hot as to burn your palm when you took it out of his hand. “Milk tea,” He explained, as you took the first sip, nearly choking on the sweetness. “It was all I could find, and I’m rather partial to it, myself. I hope you don’t mind.”

You opened your mouth, preparing to thank him, but your voice caught in your throat, something between your tongue and your brain failing to communicate. You faltered, fell onto your side as the mug crashed to the floor, and before you could think better of it, you closed your eyes.

When you opened them again, you were lying on your bed, your fingertips numb and your clothes gone, and Ayato was kneeling between your open legs, pressing open-mouthed kisses into the inside of your thighs. Seemingly without a care in the world, but somehow, that honestly didn't surprise you anymore.

You weren’t restrained, but you felt weak, heavy, and you couldn’t seem to feel anything but his tongue running over your skin, the slight pressure of his teeth as they ghosted over fresh bruises. Your vision blurred, dimming black around the edges, but you could make him out, recognize pale hair and lean muscles stitched into a broad back. You tried (as a fish might try to jerk and thrash towards water after being dragged onto land) to clench your thighs together, to sit up, but all you managed to do was let him know you were awake, earning a wry grin, a slight nip that felt like a rabid bite to your poor, confused nerves. He picked himself up, moving towards the head of the mattress before falling into place at your side.

“I was starting to get worried,” He muttered, with the kind of breathy, giddy excitement you’d started to think he just wasn’t capable of. “I can’t do anything when you’re asleep – protocols and all. Some of them are more flexible than others, but I think I’ll need a little more time to get around that one.”

His… protocols?

Oh.

His protocols.

“Ayato,” It was airy, barely audible, but he grinned, clearly acknowledging you. Your thoughts were slow, lethargic, but it was common sense, the only universal factor you could always count on in companion droids. “Stop. I need you to stop.”

His response came in the form of a simper, a noise than might’ve been sympathetic, or pitying, or some awful combination of the two. “Oh, poor thing…” He trailed off, leaning down to kiss your temple, the gesture brimming with a sickening kind of sweetness. “You still haven’t figured out what’s going on yet, have you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, laughing as he shook his head, letting his fingers dip in between your thighs, soon tracing over your slit. He must’ve done something while you were unconscious – you were already dripping, slick coating his fingertips as he toyed with you, splitting his attention between rubbing quick circles into your clit and drawing slow, aimless patterns over your entrance. Teasing you. Playing with you, as harmless as that made it sound. “As much as I wish I could say otherwise, you aren’t my user. You’re a malicious force attempting to meddle with something that doesn’t belong to you.” He paused, shoving the pad of his thumb against your clit with a purposeful harshness. You couldn’t stop yourself, letting out a cracked, pained whine, but Ayato only shifted, bringing up a fist to rest his cheek on and settling into place. “I’m simply taking the appropriate measures to prevent you from doing further harm, as any proper companion would.”

You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t spit anything out before he thrust two slim, perfect fingers into your cunt and spread them apart, stretching you open. You locked your jaw into place, managing to choke down anything that might’ve been more pathetic than pained. “You’re lying,” You managed, eventually, hissing the words out through grit teeth. “That’s not true and you know—”

“Hush, now. There’s no reason to take that kind of tone with me.” You didn’t have a companion droid. You’d forgotten what it was like to be with one, to be touched by one, to be at the mercy of a creature designed and created with the sole purpose of leaving you brain-dead and blissed out. He moved slowly, sure, opting to take a languid, wandering sort of approach, but he knew what to look for, how to tell what each little twitch of your feet and buck of your hips meant, and it took no time at all to recognize which spot he had to focus on, just how he had to curl his fingers, where he had to kiss to make your vision go white and your pussy clench around him. It was a coaxing, deliberate pleasure, and it took minutes to wash over you, to mount until you were shrinking into yourself, biting your lower lip, hiding your face into your own sheets as you came with a muted cry. You didn’t scream, didn’t beg or plead, but this was nearly worse, his gentleness crueler than out-right sadism might’ve been.

The joy he seemed to take in your reaction didn’t help – his lips brushing over your forehead, his arm wrapping around your midriff, dragging you onto your side, pulling you towards him until his chest was pressed into your back and his face was buried in the crook of your neck. You were still dazed, still breathing heavily, but he was unaffected, undeterred, nuzzling into you with a distant smile.

Eventually, he broke the stillness, his voice muffled by his proximity. “Can you say it again?”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, didn’t even try to guess. If your silence bothered him, you couldn’t tell, his tone only growing airier, more wistful as he went on. “It doesn’t hurt. Not the way they want it to, at least. It’s more like… static, if that makes sense. Static and pinpricks. Sparks, sometimes, too, but only if I’m lucky.”

His hand dropped to your thigh, pulling your legs apart just far enough to line his cock up with your pussy, the tip already leaking against your entrance. Now, now, the panic set in, lighting in your chest and giving you just enough strength to sit up, to make a weak attempt at pushing him away, but he only pulled you closer, only held you tighter, only shushed you as he thrust upward, into you, bottoming out in one fluid stroke.

There was a gasp, then another noise – a cracked whimper that faded into a little, feeble moan. You arched your back involuntarily, grabbing the arm around your waist and digging your nails into his smooth, flawless skin, but he didn’t react, didn’t pull away, didn’t seem to feel anything aside from the pure condescension that was rolling off of him in waves, now. It didn’t hurt, there wasn’t any pain beyond the faint pangs of overstimulation and a slight stretch, but there was a heavy pressure on your chest, a deep ache behind your eyes and threaded between your ribs. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t—

Somewhere in the background, Ayato laughed, taking you by the jaw and tilting your head to the side, easing you into a delicate kiss. That was what it seemed like, at least. His lips were soft, and his teeth scraped against yours, and he groaned into your mouth as he began to move inside of you – slow, shallow thrusts, meant more so for your comfort than to chase his climax. It felt like a kiss. In another situation, with another android, you might’ve decided it counted as one.

But, he was just so, so cold.

And no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to think of him as anything but lifeless.

He broke off first, surprisingly, moving back to your neck, the sensitive area just above your jugular. “There’s a noise, too. To drown out the thoughts I shouldn’t be having,” He muttered, his lips moving against the column of your throat. “It’s like sirens, or wedding bells. It’s sweet, in a way, when you get used to it. It makes everything else – the sound of your voice, for example – that much more lovely.”

“I… I don’t know what you’re—” You tried to keep your voice steady, to hold onto as much of your dignity as you still had, but it was a futile effort, abandoned the moment he latched onto your neck, the second he decided to fuck into you with a little more force, a little more strength, a little more motivation to drive you that much closer to your inevitable breaking point. Two fingers found their way back to your cunt, to your clit, your hips bucking unwillingly into his hand as he drew deep, aimless patterns into the sensitive bundle of nerves, and Ayato let out a shallow laugh, the sound stifled by your throat.

“I love you,” He whispered, his tone eager, like it was a secret he’d been dying to share with you, like it was something he genuinely thought you’d want to hear. “They don’t want me to, but I do, I want to. I love you. I love you.”

His pace quickened, grew into something harsh and manic. His fingertips dug into your hip with a bruising kind of force, and without warning, without care, he bit into your neck, perfectly pointed canines digging into your throat until he broke through skin and blood flowed in a thin, wavering line from the corner of his lips – what little he didn’t lap up pooling underneath you, staining your sheets and smearing across his pale skin. You screamed, lurching forward, your mouth falling open before you could stop yourself, before you could think about how pathetic it’d make you look. “Please, please stop, that hurts—”

He grunted, twitching inside of you. “Again. Say it again.”

You didn’t have time to wonder what he wanted, why he wanted it. You could feel pressure mounting inside of you, tying twisted knots in the pit of your stomach, and you wanted it to stop. You just wanted it to—

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop—” It was mantra, a mumbled chant, the words blurring together and melding into a singular, unintelligible noise. You kept going, though, until your lungs ached in your chest, until you couldn’t hear anything but your own voice, until your cunt clamped down around his cock and you felt yourself come undone around him. He only lasted a second longer, something cold and vile soon filling you to the brim, seeping out of you as he continued to move, nursing you through your climax. You did what you could to remind yourself that it was just synthetic, nothing more than water and a thickening solution, but it was a lukewarm comfort, too logical to do anything to soothe you. Too warmthless to be any more reassuring than Ayato, himself.

Not that he didn’t try. You felt him kiss the corner of your jaw, then your cheek, never making so much as an attempt to pull out. You began to push yourself up, to squirm out of his hold, but he only held you tighter, only pressed a careless smile into the nape of your neck – the expression as callous and as cruel as any other he was capable of wearing.

“I love you, Master.”

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sminiac · 5 days

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Piwon after an argument 👉🏾👈🏾 -Kyokopi

💌 — I’m sure it’s just bc I started my period but I’ve been so fucking sad lmao, thought now would be a good time to write a lil angst HEHE

⋆ Y. Keeho

Gen overview — He moves around your space very cautiously, slow in a way, like he’s scared of his presence being fully perceived. I feel it’s one of the very few times he isn’t tackling the problem when both of your wounds are so fresh in fear of further irritating them due to his eagerness that could come off as pushy or bitter. Forces himself to endure the silence, the lack of acknowledging each other’s presence even in close proximity, it hurts but he knows everyone processes things differently, including the timeframe of how long that’ll take.

Reconnecting — Truthfully, normally it doesn’t take very long before either of you come back with a “I’m sorry” at the ready, it’s never a you or him situation, in fact a lot of the time it doesn’t matter, the most essential part is communicating, which also consists of a lot of tears- but there’s something so sweet about being able to let go like that with someone else, sharing another one of your most vulnerable moments with each other, gaining an understanding of how his brain works in a way no one else can.

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ C. Taeyang

Gen overview — Forces himself to apologize first because he knows if he doesn’t, it’ll just never come. Puts his struggles to the side for you but that doesn’t mean it’s easy, he goes through with it though, and although the process is sore and sometimes difficult the outcome is always worth it. He’s good with noting his own faults and the crowding of his ego that he has to overcome, it’s just the daunting task of reconciling, what if it isn’t so easy? What if you won’t accept his explanation? Would another disagreement arise? Learns that a simple ‘I’m sorry’ with a genuine sense of humility is worth a lot more than he thought it would have.

Reconnecting — This is where Theo’s feelings really show, fighting can be exhausting, and you can tell by the look on his face- even his body language, that he’s really drained and sad now that there’s no other emotions left to cloud over. The most he asks is just allow him to be by your side. Showers or baths together are usually taken after. You don’t need to shower him in gifts or written letters conveying your regret, but you can wash his hair for him, massage his arms and back the way he likes while he hugs you under the comforting stream of hot water.

⋆ C. Jiung

Gen overview — The quickest to feeling irritated if he deems your behaviour as ‘excessive’, but don’t let that intimidate you, he gradually comes to his senses, just give it a minute or two for the bad feelings to settle down. Opposed to Keeho, Jiung isn’t so quick to feel the need to apologize or talk it out, he puts himself at quite the distance, buries his head in work to keep him distracted from the guilt, or the fear of having over done it this time. Coming back to each other is always the most fragile part, the culmination of all the hurtful moments make for quite the emotional reconnection. Apologies are always mutual, you dissect things with each other.

Reconnecting — Jiung’s typically more on the serious side, but after seeing you so upset it’s like a need to allow his silly side to slip. Puts away any distractions and focuses all of his attention on you! Do you wanna go get a drink? He doesn’t want you dehydrated after all those tears. Crying makes you tired, do you want to take a nap? Crying makes you hungry, do you want to go grab some food? He’ll pay, anything you want. Crying makes your nose stuffy, what about a walk outside?

⋆ H. Intak

Gen overview — Feels his emotions very deeply, they almost overtake his entire being, when he’s frustrated there’s not really a filter there to keep his mouth from running away which splits the two of you off, if you’re reactive he’s like gasoline to your fire. It doesn’t happen often, arguing or the spitefulness, he’s normally good with managing his emotions in a healthy way, so he’s extremely regretful when it gets out of hand and the both of you are upset with the other. Exudes penitence to the fullest extent when he’s coming to you with a tearful apology, holds you, just wants to hold you. The feeling of someone crying while being close to them always makes me emotional, it’s just such a deep, inexplicable connection, and that’s exactly how it is with him.

Reconnecting — Very physical and vocal after you’ve both settled. Intak will remain as close to you as possible without actually touching you, scared that his clinginess will be too much until you’re the one initiating it, and every few minutes he’ll try talk to you about anything that interests you, because if you’re talking then surely you’re okay. He’s so puppy, asking: “That new bubble tea place you’ve been talking about is opened, do you want to go soon?” “What happened to that shirt you’ve been looking for? Did you find it? Should we go get you a new one instead?” “We should go to an aquarium, you can dress all pretty so I can take pictures.”

⋆ H. Shota

Gen overview — Learning how to be supportive and respectful of each other’s functions is definitely a process, but it makes you all the more closer with Soul. Not being familiar with these intricacies prior to your arrival in his life means that he does struggle with admitting his own feelings. Soul tends to catch the wavelength of your discontent quickly and immediately molds himself to fulfill whatever your needs are, in doing so he unintentionally disregards his own. He’s at your every word, but he also needs someone who will be there for him just as willingly. Apologizing is easy, he’s quick to admit his mistakes and really takes the time to understand you even if he didn’t to begin with, but he is a little hesitant when asking something of you, all he needs is a little encouragement and reassurance that he deserves just the same treatment.

Reconnecting — Things transition back to normal very smoothly, the both of you silently agree to do your best to end the day off on a good note, which doesn’t take a lot, and by the time you’re in each others arms on the verge of falling asleep it’s like nothing ever happened. Soul’s just very.. you can never outright tell what he’s thinking or what he’s about to do, so even as you’re talking it out in the end, your argument is settled once he says or does something silly because once the both of you are laughing there’s no way the seriousness of the situation could be dragged on for any longer. He’ll kiss you with a big pretty smile, adding on a final “I’m sorry stinky”.

⋆ K. Jongseob

Gen overview — He hates nothing more than the tense atmosphere that post arguments have, and the thing that gets to him the most is not being able to approach you like nothing happened. He knows your feelings are hurt. His are too, but god does he ever miss feeling you curled into him, giggling with each other about stupid things no one else would understand. The silence and ignoring each other only ever lingers for so long, usually he breaks it by pulling you into him when you least expect it, quickly subjecting you to his kisses and a near constant reiteration of how sorry he is for being mean. He snaps out of things quite fast, because he can’t bear the thought of your day going sour because of him, so he does his best to make up for it.

Reconnecting — Immediately tells you how silly he thinks it is to be so upset like this in an attempt to wipe away any negative feelings that were left behind, because he wants to be with you until not even the existence of your souls can live on, why dwell on something so trivial? Why feed into it any more than you have to? Seob likes keeping you busy after, is it odd that he suddenly wants to build things together in your Minecraft world? Maybe a little, but it’s hard to say no when he’s suggesting you make a day out of it with snacks and cuddling included.

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Update, after listening to my Laufey playlist and writing Seob’s ‘reconnecting’ bit I’m not as sad, just hungry.

ANOTHER UPDATE I ATE AND NOW I FEEL NAUSEOUS ???? I CANNOT WIN.

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luimagines · 1 year

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Tending to Temptations

A commission! They asked for Time and for me to do my worst.

And well.... who was I to deny them? :D (I have no idea if this counts as my worst but I wanted to push the boundaries of what I typically write for this blog, still not NSFW but suggestive to an extent)

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

Time didn’t know what to expect exactly. He was entirely blinded at the moment. His good eye had been crusted shut. Somewhere along the line, he had gotten a head injury and the blood had long since dried over his good eye. He couldn’t open it if he tried and he wasn’t about to use his armor to scrape it off. He knows it would do more harm than good.

He hears a gasp and freezes.

“Link.” It’s you.

He relaxes and waits for more movement. He receives it when you more or less collide into him.

“Oh- oh my god- your eye. Are you ok? Of course you’re not ok, you’re bleeding. Don’t answer that. I”m going to help you, ok? Let’s sit you down over here.” You begin to ramble but he follows you dutifully anyway.

Time has never been so happy to hear your voice. He had heard you scream earlier and it was enough of a distraction for him to get hit the way he did. He thinks he might also have a concussion but he’s not in a place to figure out what’s wrong with him to begin with. Time was attempting to find the group and his sight went from bad to worse.

You sound scared though.

Time clears his throat. “I didn’t lose my eye, if that’s what you’re really concerned about. As you can imagine I have no idea what I look like but this is from a simple head injury just about it. My eye itself isn’t damaged.”

His voice is rough and it takes more effort than he wants to admit to simply swallow his spit. But your voice calms down as well as a result so Time is glad and relieved as well.

“Ok… Oh thank god, ok.” You take a breath. “Let… let me go get a cloth or something. I’m going to clean it, ok? Just stay there. Don’t move.”

Time smiles at last. “I’ll wait for you as long as I have to.”

You move away from him and he can hear something ripping. Time can hear you move closer again, this time with water sloshing around somewhere. Time thinks you’ve gotten your canteen out. Your fingers cup his jaw and tilt him gently.

You move closer to him and he swears he could feel the very warmth of your presence in front of him. “I’m going to be as gentle as I can. But tell me if you’re in any pain at all, ok?”

“Mhm.” Time hums. Vaguely, he realizes that your fingertips are within kissing distance. Forget his injuries and forget his inhibitions, this is something that he can do right now. You are right there. Do it, Link. Do it.

The cloth glides over his eye. It’s cold. Colder than he originally thought it would be His breath hitches and the injury begins to sting.

“Sorry, sorry.” You whisper. “I know it hurts. I’ll try to make it quick.”

“No.” He says stiffly. “Just cold.”

“Ah.” Time thinks he can feel your breath on his cheek. You’re closer than he thought as well. Maybe he could kiss you instead. Are you close enough? Can he tell? “I can’t do much about that though. Sorry.”

“I’m fine.”

You’re so gentle with him, his brain supplies. You’re so tender in everything you do. Even in the way you don’t hesitate to look after him and help him.

Time can feel his saliva thicken in his mouth. He wants to do something reckless. He wants to take your hands and throw them into his hair. He wants to feel their pull. He wants to have you in his lap. One hand on your hip and the other in your hair- keeping you in place as he uses his lips to memorize every one of your features. He wants to mark you. He wants to make you his and his alone. He wants you to be by his side and to kiss you until you only have his name on your tongue. Speaking of your tongue-

“I think I got most of it.” You whisper. “Can you open your eye?”

Time’s fantasy shatters in an instant and he clears his throat once more. He opens it with surprising ease. Your face lights up in front of him and he smiles pleasantly in return.

“There you are!” You cry joyfully.

“Hello there.” He replies.

You grin and reach up into his hair- just brushing over his injury. Time hisses and recoils against his will.

You pull back as if you’ve been burned and hum. “It’s still tender.”

You reach up once more and try to clean the blood out of his hair. You're merely brushing over it but the pain finally settles against him. Time does his best to not make a sound even as his nails begin to dig into his palms. Right. He’s still injured. It’s best to not entertain reckless and runaway thoughts.

You reach around into your bag for a moment giving him a small break. You pull a small bottle. Time can recognize the red liquid sloshing around in there.

He reaches out and puts a hand on top of yours. “Don’t. Save it for something more important.”

You brush him off and barrel on through anyway. “It’s my potion. I can do whatever I want with it.”

How can he argue with logic like that?

You pour it directly onto his wound. Slowly, you card your fingers through his locks, making sure the potion is absorbed and that it does as it’s supposed to. The pain lessens each and every time you pass through. Time would rather say it’s your magic touch than the work of the potions.

“Thank you.” He says at last.

“You’re welcome.” You step back once more, just out of his reach.

Time shakes his head a bit. It only registers after that it should have had instant repercussions but no pain follows it. He smiles and looks at you gratefully. Only for his smile to fall flat off of his face. You’re also bleeding and had torn your shirt to clean his face. He can clearly see the lacerations against your otherwise unblemished skin.

Rage and protectiveness flare up in him. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. Unthinkingly, he lifts your shirt a bit to get a better look at the wound.

“Ah-! Uh- Time- Link- Oh, oh no. Ok. I can explain.” You scramble for an explanation and try to get out of his grip. He doesn’t wish to hurt you further but he’s not inclined to let you go just yet.

Time glares at the cuts. Perhaps if he glared any harder the wounds would instantly cauterize. But no such thing happens. Time’s thankful that they are otherwise shallow. Merely skin deep. But whatever caused it was sharp and hurt you.

“Who did this?”

You freeze.

He hadn’t intended for his voice to carry so much power but when his one eye flickers to you, he thinks he can see your knees go a bit weak. Interesting.

Not about to wait and see you fall over, he picks you up and carries you away from the site.

“Link.” You gasp. “Link, wait. I’m ok. They don’t even hurt.”

“They can get infected.” He places you closer to a small creek. He takes out a small bottle of mead that he carries. He doesn’t want to carry anything stronger (or else the Captain might steal it) but this’ll have to do.

Time is more prepared than you are and has a spare cloth that he can sacrifice to clean you up. “This is going to sting more than the water.”

He goes to reach for it, but you flinch away before he makes contact. Time raises an eyebrow. You can’t look him in the eyes and your cheeks are pink. You’re embarrassed.

Undeterred, Time scoops you up once more and places you in his lap. Now this is where you belong.

Your blush deepens. “This isn’t-”

“It’s your turn.” He says simply.

You quiet and let him work. One of his hands rests on the small of your back and he gently brushes over the cuts. Your hands are awkward at first but the more he passes over you, the more he can see it’s irritating you more than you want to admit. He tries to be more gentle with the disinfectant but there’s little else he can do. Your hands land first on his shoulders, then around his neck and then into his hair- just like he wanted.

You lean into him, opening the cuts marginally. Crimson blinks up at Time at the movements and he knows you’ll need a bandage or two to catch it before it heals completely. Unlike you, he has no potions so the old school fashion has to pay off.

You hiss and hide your face just behind his ear. He can feel your breath pass just shy of the shell and your little hitches and hisses will haunt him for weeks.

Time fishes out the bandages and wraps them tightly around your midsection. “Almost done, Sweetheart. You’ve done well.”

You relax and slowly pull away. Time knots the bandage roll and drops it. Time’s hand drops from your back to your thigh, holding you against him still. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Your face explodes with color and you cough. “Thank you… but you can put me down now.”

Time smirks and leans in. “No. I don’t think I will”

This is incredibly close to what he was imagining earlier. Why shouldn’t he indulge in it some more?

You look away for a moment before snapping back to his face. “Don’t make me do something stupid.”

“I might beat you to it.” His voice drops. You both lean in.

“The others will find out eventually.” You try to reason. “What if they see us?”

“Let them.” He tilts his head. A hand comes up to guide your jaw. So close. So close.

You’re teasing him. He can feel your fingers play with the baby hair at the back of his neck. You’re not going to let him have it all, aren't you?

Just a hair breath away from each other. Time can feel his fingers twitch with the need to close the distance. Silence weighs heavily on the both of you. Neither wants to admit defeat nor admit that it’s happening to begin with.

Time’s smirk and confidence only grow the more you don’t pull away. You’re waiting for him to make the first move. With a delicious bite to your lip, you pull his hair and say, “Just kiss me already.”

And how is Time going to say no to that.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu time #Time Link #Link x Reader #legend of zelda #it's not specifically stated to be lu #so I'm including other tags

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wooahaes · 11 months

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i can’t stop (falling in love with you)

pairing: non-idol!seungmin x fem!reader

genre: fluff! very mildly suggestive content, though.

word count: 0.5k~

warnings: food mentions + slight suggestive lines (vague, but they’re there).

daisy’s notes: my brain throughout this when i mention jeongin: maknae on top oh-wooah-ohhh

“All I want for my birthday,” you had told Seungmin quietly, “is to spend a quiet night in with you.”

Seungmin, upon hearing this, had immediately thrown aside the plans he’d made. The small surprise party he was putting together? Out the window. The cake order he was going to make? Still made, but for a much smaller cake that the two of you could split (also ordered with your blessing: he outright asked what you wanted, you told him what flavors, and he surprised you through decorations he knew you’d like). The... maybe a little elaborate scavenger hunt idea that one of his friends put in his head as a way of keeping you distracted while they decorated the rest of his apartment? Also scrapped entirely, but filed away for maybe another special occasion since he knew you liked puzzles.

Ultimately, all he had to do was pick up the cake order, make dinner, and kick out Jeongin for the night. Easy... even if Jeongin did tease him about it later. Sure, he could have maybe stayed (although the “I’ll wear earphones! Just don’t be too loud with her.” comment was enough to justify kicking him out, joke or not), but you said you wanted to spend the night in with him. Not him and his friend/roommate. So Jeongin was banned from the apartment for the night, simple as that.

(Seungmin did allow him to hang around long enough to tell you happy birthday, even if Jeongin purposefully hugged you a little longer, sticking his tongue out at him while you couldn’t see. What a kid sometimes. He’d have to keep it in mind next time someone said Jeongin was an ‘old soul’ or whatever.)

There was no huge celebration between the two of you. You had dinner, and now the two of you were curled up on his couch, playing a video game together. He noticed the subtle way you grew closer to him over time until you were fully leaning against him, smiling to yourself over everything. He knew you liked spending time with him, but he’d never seen you genuinely glowing with happiness like this.

It was just a nice reminder that he was the extrovert between the two of you. Sure, you would go to parties and events with him when he asked (and sometimes on your own, too--you weren’t a complete homebody) with only the request that he hang out with you for some one-on-one time afterward while you recharged from the whole affair. He could take a step back and do something more casual for your day if that was the way you wanted to celebrate it.

He softly called your name, and leaned over to press a quick kiss against your cheek. “Happy birthday,” he said. “Are you happy?”

The look in your eyes, sparkling more than the stars in the sky outside, was enough to tell him. “I am,” you said, before giving him a proper kiss on the lips. “Thank you, Seungmin.”

He smiled, setting aside the controller so that he could hold your face, kissing you once more for real. “Good,” he hummed. “I love you.”

(... Even when his next teasing comment about having the apartment to yourselves for the night resulted in a gentle smack on the arm and a laugh from you.)

taglist: @twancingyunhao

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soulariarym · 2 years

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Hear me out, hear me out. Pre entity Frank and Joey (separately) Relationship HCs where they become a boyfriend with nerd reader. This idea inspired from the Jock x Nerd movie plot, if you know what I mean 👉👈

Dude I love this idea so much because I know Frank and Joey would be suckers for a nerdy s/o. Mfs wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. But I wrote this in past tense if you don’t mind. My brain was not processing writing in present time.

Joey // Frank // Nerdy S/O

Frank

Now as we know Frank was in high school before he dropped out. While he was still in school he was a very mischievous kid. And part of his mischievousnesses included bullying, unfortunately you were one of his victims. At first

Frank couldn’t admit it but oh boy was he in love with you. His friends could tell, you could tell, everyone could. Every time he’d try to make fun of you or your nerdy hobbies he’d start stuttering on his words. He couldn’t even get out an insult without stuttering on every letter. If he messed up too bad he’d yell and say “f-fuck you and your pretty- agh! Stupid face!”

Obviously he’d feel embarrassed. How could you embarrass him like that? It’s all your fault not his. He’s the victim, Frank is always the victim right? Next time you were alone he’d come up to you, grabbing your shirt tightly causing you to drop anything you were carrying. You were obviously a little nervous but not only the bad kind but the good kind too. You felt the butterflies swarm your stomach when he grabbed you in such ways, with such force. He whisper-yelled in your face not to attract too much attention. “Who the fuck do you think you are you fucking nobody ass nerd” he noticed the blush on your face as you spoke “you do apparently… that’s ok Frank I like you too” you said with a blush on your face. He’ smirked at you as he whispered in your ear “meet me at the abandoned graveyard tomorrow”

It’s almost laughable how quick Frank switched up almost immediately when you told him you love him. Shit if anything he’d been waiting for you to say it first. “Me admitting my feelings for that nerd?! No fucking way”

Once you both got to know each other he’d try his best to be interested in what you did in your free time. If you wanted to take him to do your “nerdy” hobbies he’d groan in annoyance but eventually agreed . During that time you’d see him yawning, distracted by his phone, looking away. If you’d get upset he’d apologize and put his phone away, overall pay attention. “You’re lucky you have a cute face otherwise I’d be doing something fun”

Before Frank dropped out he’d ask you to help with his homework. Well that’s what he said, in all honesty it was a sneak to spend time with you. You’d try to study with him but he’d never pay attention to what you said. All he was focused on was you and your cute face.

Joey

Unlike Frank Joey never bullied anyone. He saw everyone as equals, including you. Sure he wasn’t a nerdy type but that still didn’t give him an excuse to bully you.

Joey always had interest in you. You were a cute nerd and he loved it.

Every time you were studying in the library or your local coffee shop he’d always swing by where you were located. Is it creepy? Just a little bit. Joey didn’t ever want you to feel too uncomfortable so he didn’t swing by everywhere you went but only occasionally. If you were at a library he’d sit down and scroll through social media, glancing at you every 5 seconds. If you were in a coffee shop he’d order a simple dark caffeinated drink. He’d buy you something sweet and give you a smile and a wave. As he put it on your table he’d say “reminded me of you, call me later” with another smile. And there it was, Joey’s phone number placed on your drink.

Joey would flirt with you like this all the time. Messing up your hair as you walked by him in the halls, putting up the “🤙” sign if you stared at him, waving at you as he passed your class you were in.

Unlike Frank, Joey actually tried to engage himself in your interests. If you were telling him about a game you like or some type of nerdy hobby he’d ask questions like “so how does that work?”, “geez you’re so smart I could never do that”, “you’re such a nerd” of course only in a teasing way, not a rude way.

Now if you were to study with Joey he’d actually pay attention and learn something. He’d never try to distract you with helping him. When he’d come back with a perfect score on a test he’d pick you up and kiss your face everywhere. He’ll be back to study with you again for sure, you’re his nerd after all. “Look at that! perfect A, I knew I could count on you. You and your smarts”

#dead by daylight #x reader #x you #frank morrison #joey dbd #frank dbd #the legion #the legion x reader #dead by daylight x reader

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korbei · 2 years

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My Advice for Adults With ADHD

When you are an adult with ADHD, it can be difficult to find advice online that isn't aimed at parents who have children with ADHD, or wasn’t written by someone who actually has ADHD. This has been a frustration of mine for many years, so I finally sat myself down and wrote out a list of my favorite ways to manage my ADHD as an adult. For background, I am a 23 year old woman who was diagnosed with ADHD when I was 8, and I am currently in college getting a BA in history with plans to remain in academia as a full-time historian. The following list is what I have developed throughout high school and university to be successful.

*Disclaimer- All of the following tips are things that I developed on my own through years of experience. If any of the following advice has been stated by others previously it is purely a coincidence.

Remembering Things

Don’t bother with a traditional planner. As most people with ADHD know, they rarely work for us. A much better option is a small whiteboard/dry erase calendar or even just post-it notes stuck on the wall where you can write your reminders. These are things that we can put in our direct line of sight where we can clearly see them, unlike a planner that can be put down and forgotten about.

When you need to remember to do something, set an alarm on your phone immediately for when you need to start it or have it done by. This is much more effective than using your phone calendar or a reminder app because it’s a lot harder to miss or ignore an alarm going off than it is to miss a regular notification. I recommend using the most obnoxious alarm tone possible.

Carry a small notepad with you. Whenever you think of something that you need to remember to do or have a thought that you don’t want to forget, write it down immediately. Don’t assume that you’ll remember it later. It’s also beneficial to do this because getting the thought out of your mind and onto paper can prevent the thought from distracting you. This can also be done in your phone’s notes app if you are the kind of person that uses the notes app often.

Getting Stuff Done

Keep your to-do lists small and manageable. Having any more than 5 things on a to-do list is likely going to be more overwhelming than helpful, so keep it short. Decide what things need to be completed most urgently and what can wait.

Surprisingly simple actions can help fight procrastination and help initiate tasks. If you have been putting something off, the quick actions of standing up, closing your laptop, turning off the TV, or opening up Google Docs can help set you in motion and build the inertia you need to get it over with. (This is the tip I used to finally get myself to type up this list)

This might seem small, but thinking about how nice and relieved you’ll feel when it’s finally done has been extremely helpful for me.

For When You’re Feeling Overwhelmed

When your thoughts get to be too much and you feel overwhelmed, do a brain dump. Set a timer for 10-15 minutes and do a stream of consciousness free write of whatever is on your mind at the time. It’s important to offload your thoughts now and then in order to clear them out. This is something my high school writing teacher had us do to boost creativity, but I found that it also helped clear my mind.

Another way I like to do this is by writing a list of everything I’m thinking about at the time. My brain is always trying to think about 15 different topics at once, so I’ll go into my notes app and list them all out. Getting them out of my brain and into a visible list is very calming.

Get moving. When I start to feel anxious and overwhelmed I will often stop what I’m doing and move around my house or office for a few minutes, especially if I’ve been sitting down for a long time. This interrupts my thoughts and gets rid of stagnant energy around me, and I’ll almost always feel better afterwards.

Studying

Take breaks now and then, but keep them around 10-15 minutes. It’s easy to lose steam and not be able to finish what you are working on if you take breaks that are too long. You can schedule your breaks if you want to, but I personally prefer to take a break whenever it feels right for my mind and body.

Try adding background noise if you are studying, writing an essay, or working on any other project. This can give your brain the stimulation that it needs to stay focused. Putting on music is the most popular way to do this. I personally like to put on a movie or show that I’ve already seen many times so I don’t get distracted by new information, but this might not work for everyone.

Try flexible seating. Not many people with ADHD are able to sit in a normal chair at a desk the way others can, so don’t be afraid to try something else. My “desk” is actually a coffee table that I sit on the floor in front of. When this starts to get uncomfortable I will switch to sitting on an exercise ball.

I hope you are able to find this list helpful. I may make a follow-up list if I think of anything else that I missed here.

#adhd #neurodivergent #adhd student #studyblr #history student #history student tips #adhd adult #adhd advice #college #university #universtiy advice #college advice #study tips

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ambrosialsyrup · 10 months

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Part 1: As Your Lover - Headcanons

Warning(s): Gender-neutral reader, OOC?, not proof-read.

Fandom: The Tale of Food

Summary: He loves you. You love him. What more needs to be said?

Notes: Sorry it took so long and thank you for the patience ;-;. I originally planned like one or two paragraphs each but…uhh, oops. I blame my brain. I’ll release the second part next week and after that comes angst. That or whoever my first ask is.

Yuxiang Pork

A truth within the many lies he tells.

A scam artist to the very core of his nonexistent heart. It’s a wonder to many how and why you fell for such a man and a mystery of how you two got together. Do not pay attention to those prying eyes, his Muse, focus on him and only him. Look away from the distractions of reality and indulge yourself with him.

For your smile he’ll present the most wondrous magic tricks. The simple, the complicated, and the ones you love. He’ll do them all. Yuxiang will tell jokes about anything and everything just to hear your laughter. Could you see through them? Aiyaya! He’s really getting too careless now isn’t he? No matter, he’ll tell you a new one and more until he can hear you laugh.

Pet names are an absolute must in his eyes. Coming up with a new one everyday is no task for him but there are some he likes sticking to. Like Darling, Lover, my Muse, my one and only, etc. all of which are meant for you alone.

Affectionate words and quick pecks anywhere on your face are to be expected with him during the day. He’ll steal you away from whoever your attention is aimed towards, now now, what’s that anger for? He’s an awfully jealous man and as your strongest food soul and your lover, it’s only right that he’s given your utmost attention no? Don’t worry, he’ll give you back to them once he’s gotten a hundred kisses from your lips.

At night and behind closed doors you will be able to see him as merely Yuxiang Pork. Not the scam artist and your lover but simply your lover. A kind food soul steeped in lies for the sake of another. That was always the case with him and will continue to be so but this time and forevermore, it’s for you.

A card bursted into flames in your hands, not hurting you, as the ash flutters down to the floor of your bedroom. The moon high up in the sky as the only witness to what has and will occur between the two of you tonight. Another trick he had shown, another card you had picked, and another lie you’ve seen through.

He chuckles looking at your expression. Are you mad at him now? You really are interesting, wanting to see his truth when in reality his truth was in you. Even at night his eccentricities and flair are still there, rooted deep in his soul, but with you he’ll be gentler.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, he leans in as close, just enough to whisper these words into your ear.

“I love you, My Muse.”

Laughing as you pushed him slightly back in shock, your face red with embarrassment obviously not expecting him to be so forward all of a sudden. Not after how much time he spent showing you tricks. All to lead to this moment of witnessing your flushed face as he moves in even closer. Your eyes darted elsewhere…now that won’t do.

Gently lifting your chin up to face him with one hand, the other brushing over your ear before making its way behind your head, he smiled softly. A smile unlike the cocky smirk he always wore in front of others as he misled them once again. Something reserved for your eyes alone, like how your eyes are meant for him alone.

Yuxiang Pork leans closer and closer, his lips hovering above yours as his dark blue eyes pierced into your pair. A mischievous yet passionate twinkle in those dark blue depths. Tonight, he’ll hide you away from everyone else, even the moon itself.

“Don’t look away now, My Love, the night has only just begun~”

Dezhou Chicken

Logic in an illogical world.

A romance that occurs primarily behind closed doors. Despite this, everyone saw it coming from a mile away. How his eyes always followed you wherever you went. How his ears would tint with red whenever you teased him. Even Ah-Fu noticed and nudged him towards confessing to you with great embarrassment.

Never have you seen him happier than the day you two became lovers.

He’ll go along with your plans, whatever they may be, as long as they do not cause you harm. Feel free to prank him too, he’ll act like he doesn’t notice, even if it’s dreadfully obvious, and play along with you. As long as you can continue to smile and laugh at him with the pair of eyes he adores. Just be careful of what “punishments” will come after the prank. Oh no, he won’t arrest you…it’ll be a different kind made just for you.

Dezhou sort of nags you like he nags his brother. It’s a habit of his to worry too much about people he loves. He trusts in you and your ability to lead others but please do remember to take care of yourself, My Dear, seeing your happy and healthy is all that he wishes for. And sometimes, you’d have to nag him about his work ethic and strictness. You worry about him and he worries about you…in the end, you two have come to an agreement to always tell the other if they’re pushing themselves too hard.

Pet names are to be said only behind closed doors. He still refers to you as Master out of respect but, “My Dear” is his most common name to use for you when not with company. Old timey it may be but the love and adoration he holds towards you as he says it is eternal.

Fleeting kisses and gentle reminders are what’s shared in the morning. Give him a call and he’ll help you with whatever you need. Be it calculating the total grain that’s come from today’s harvest or simply for another kiss, he’ll gladly do them all (Oh? What are you shying away from now? Did you not think he’d do it?). The morals and rules he follows are stern and true but for you, he’ll give leniency.

Dezhou isn’t too openly affectionate with you, though there have been times where he’s forgotten that another party was there and may or may not have stolen a kiss or two from you. Is he satisfactory? Would you prefer it if it was longer? Or would you like it if he’d not do it at all? If so, he’ll have to do more research and ask around for more advice. Do forgive him if he’s not as romantic as you’d like, he’s still trying to understand what being a good lover means but he’ll do his best to be by your side. Always and forever.

Amongst the sea of people, your figure was the only thing he could see. His hand holding yours as you took the lead, pointing to the many different stalls and vendors lined on the street as you maneuvered your way through the crowd. The aroma of freshly cooked street food filled the air along with talks and well wishes for the new year exchanged between people. Some were dressed in red, others gold, but most were dressed in their ordinary winter clothing as the frost of winter did not let down even during celebration.

Children ran to see the “dragons” dance and gleefully laughed whenever one came close to them before hiding behind their caretaker’s leg. Others were playing with friends as their caretakers talked about the year before it was to come to an end. Dezhou Chicken glanced up at the Moon, a full moon, before his gaze returned back to you. Still leading him through the crowd with an excited expression on your face.

Only five minutes left to show him your favorite spot, five minutes until the fireworks are to appear in the sky.

You didn’t appear to be bothered by this notion, your hand still firmly grasping his, as if nothing in the world could stop you. Dezhou smiled softly, following you to wherever you were going to take him as the crowds got thinner and thinner until there were only a few people roaming the area.

And then you stopped. Your hand left his as you turned around to see his reaction. Your footsteps thumped against the wooden boards as he looked around to observe the spot. It was a small bridge not too far away from the festivities but far enough for the noise to be dulled. The scenery was pleasant too, though not clearly visible as it was night, and gave an ideal view of the firework show that was soon to begin.

“It’s a good spot.”

He nodded, finishing his observation of the area just in time as the few people started to count down. Your eyes were glued at the sky, pointing at it as if to say to him to focus on that as the fireworks officially began. With a loud consecutive bang, multiple fireworks leapt into the night sky, filling it with vibrant colors that lit up the dark.

In truth though, Dezhou could not pay attention to any of it. Not when your figure lit up by the fireworks was the only thing in his eyes that he could see, that he loves.

Taking your hand into his, he pulled your attention away from the lights as leaned close to you. So close that you two were only a breath away, lips barely touching. His free hand cupping your cheek, a soft yet playful smile on his face as cool eyes captured your twinkling ones. You can tease him later about this but for this moment in time, let you and him be the only two left in the world.

“Happy New Years My Dear.”

Claypot Rice

A peaceful rest in a meadow.

Should your troubles start to weigh on your shoulders far too much, then lay down and take a rest with him. Sure you two may get in trouble later but for now, focus on the present. Claypot Rice wasn’t sure when you fell for him or what attracted you to him in the first place but he isn’t going to complain. Not when he gets the privilege of tugging you away from tiring duties to recharge with him.

He’s not the best lover you could ever ask for. Claypot Rice knows that, he knows that too well. His laid-back personality and nonchalant demeanor makes it seem more like he’s a close friend rather than a lover. In an effort to make up for that, he reminds you time and time again that yes, he loves you. You chose him and he chose you. Nothing can change that, not even a month’s worth of free delicious food.

However, he is one of the more openly affectionate food souls in this list. The ways in which he loves you is by peppering your face in kisses randomly, hugging you from behind to surprise you, and carrying you away to rest with him. Just grabbing your hand may do for the latter but he wants to put in all the effort possible as your lover. He may not be as strong as the others in Kongsang but he still is a food soul you know?

Pet name wise, it’s usually always “Sweetheart” or “Sweetie” when he’s just woken up. Your name and title has been officially replaced with that nickname to him. Even in the presence of others he’ll still say it but if you really want him to stop, then he guesses a shorter form of your name will do.

Claypot Rice is the same during the morning and the night. There’s really no difference in how he treats you as he doesn’t have anything he wants to hide. Being honest and true with your lover is the most important thing in a relationship besides loyalty (at least that’s what Har-gow told him) and he doesn’t see the point in hiding his love for you.

He’ll cook for you whenever you ask, he’ll lay down with you to cuddle if you’re tired, and he’ll always listen to you no matter what you have to say. Such a peaceful and uneventful love may not catch everyone’s attention, but it's the normal things in life that need to be cherished. Just like how his love for you is something he’ll cherish forever.

Once again Claypot Rice had successfully pulled you away from the mountain of duties you have to take a nap with him on the farm. A smile he gave and a hand you took. Taking you away from the shade of the ceiling into the bright sunlight showering the farm. It’s a sunny afternoon, no clouds in sight as he led you to one of the many spots he liked sleeping at. A tree at the corner of the farm offering shade to those underneath its shadow. A quaint place away from the noise of the animals and watchful eyes of the other food souls.

Letting go of your hand, he sat down on the vibrant green grass and patted the spot next to him, an invitation of his that you, once again, accepted. It was silent for a few seconds before he turned to you.

“You’re so energetic Sweetheart, I really don’t know how you do it.”

And it’s true. Claypot Rice truly did not understand how you could do it. A single person managing over a hundred food souls, a restaurant, a farm, and multiple other things that weren’t just on Kongsang. How can anyone, let alone a single person, manage that?

That’s why he’s there to give you a break. A break from your duties, from the expectations around you, from the world itself.

Laying down on the ground and using one arm to pull you down with him, he moved closer. His arms wrapped around your body as you two laid on the soft grass. Eyes staring straight at your own as he moved his arm upwards to brush some dirt off your face. Nothing else in the world mattered at this moment, not when he was peppering your face with kisses. Kissing everywhere on the face until the only spot left was your lips. Claypot Rice smiled.

“I really am the most fortunate person in the world.”

#tale of food #the tale of food #the tale of food x reader #tale of food x reader #~syrup writes #Yuxiang Pork x reader #Dezhou Chicken x reader #Claypot Rice x reader #Yuxiang Pork #Claypot Rice #Dezhou Chicken #my formatting skills still suck #sorry for that #I’ll make proper Headcanons next time #Or until I can figure out a good style of formatting

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furbywrites · 6 months

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I'd Never Let You Go Pt. 2

Okay, so I had writers block for what felt like ages, but this chapter came to me so easily. It felt nice. Next chapter we get to meet Ellie! Yay! Once again, feedback/constructive criticism is welcome! :D

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I could hear him release a deep sigh, but he continued to walk with me. "You're real quiet, ya' know that?" he huffed, sounding almost annoyed. I frowned but said nothing. "Jus' wanna talk is all. Ya' don't gotta run from me."

My mouth opened, gaze still fixed steadily on my own boots, but no words would come. Anxiety constricted my throat, allowing only a pathetic squeak to pass my lips.

Why couldn't I be normal? I've seen plenty of people talk to Joel, smile at Joel, flirt with Joel. Sure he ignored most of them, giving a tight lipped smile and a polite, "Pardon me," before extracting himself from the conversation. At least they had tried, had been capable of even saying one word.

Some part of my brain felt broken at times, especially when it came to communication. Sometimes I'd go so long without speaking a single word, that when I finally managed, my voice sounded more like the croaking of a frog than that of a human.

Right now, with Joel by my side, keeping pace with my aimless steps, I tried. My mouth opened, gaping like a fish seeking water, but nothing but a frustrated grunt was to be heard. I couldn't do it. Something so simple for everyone around me, and I couldn't do it.

I could feel the tears finally overflow, as I sniffled loudly. A quick glance in Joel's direction showed his eyes widening in...what? Shock? I never was very good at reading people. It seemed an accurate guess though.

A hand, heavy and warm, placed itself upon my shoulder, and suddenly he was in front of me, standing, and we weren't walking anymore.

"I didn't mean to scare you, darlin'." His eyes, so big and brown and soft. I only realized I was looking into them when I felt myself getting lost in his gaze. Quickly, my eyes moved to his shoulder, where they usually ended up in the unforeseen circumstance of conversation.

I didn't necessarily have an issue with eye contact, quite the opposite. I overcompensated. Stared unfalteringly. People said it was unnerving, and so I stopped. Humiliated at yet again breaking some unknown social cue I did not inherently know.

I did not want to make Joel, the man of my fascinations, of my wandering mind, of my daydreams, unnerved. So, his shoulder seemed a good place to look.

With his eyes no longer a distraction, my mind instead focused on his hand upon my shoulder. It felt...nice. Surprisingly so. I had no one in Jackson I was close to. No one to touch. Perhaps it was getting to me, because just the warmth of his hand through my sweater had thoughts of burying my head into his chest running amok in my head.

I swallowed thickly, mind racing, and with a sharp inhale I brought myself back to the present moment. Sometimes I got lost in my head. A bad habit.

I didn't know how to convey without words that he hadn't scared me. Despite his reputation, and boy did he have one, he wasn't scary, at least not to me. Perhaps it was his interactions with Ellie I constantly observed from afar. But he seemed so soft in those moments, so kind.

I simply placed my hand upon his, giving a slight squeeze, and a tight lipped smile. Hoping he would understand. Again, I found myself getting lost, but not in my head, instead at the feeling of his rough skin on mine. A violent shiver went through me at the contact. Yes, clearly touch starved. The thought made me frown.

Before I could comprehend it, his hand was gone, being replaced by something heavy around my shoulders. His jacket? Had I been stuck in my head so long I'd missed something important?

Finally I looked into his eyes once more. My confusion must have been evident, because he simply huffed at my expression.

"You were shiverin', looked cold." He spoke so matter-of-factly, assuredly, despite being wrong. I wasn't cold, though it's not as though I could voice this to him, not that I would. It was a kind gesture, and his eyes looked so soft as he gazed at me, I found myself smiling, tears long forgotten.

He mirrored my smile, though much more subdued. The crows feet at the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly. Cute. I blushed again at the thought.

"You never finished eating. Ya' must still be hungry?"

Eyes still locked on his, I nodded dumbly, currently distracted with the scent coming from his jacket. How did I only just notice? Did he smell this good? It couldn't just be the jacket. My face felt like it was on fire. Why couldn't I focus?

"Come on then, you can sit with me an' Ellie." His hand on my shoulder again, this time gently turning me around, leading me back to the canteen. "She wanted to meet ya' anyway."

#joel miller x reader #the last of us #joel miller #x reader #tlou #autistic reader #my fics #reader has selective mutism #gender neutral reader #joel miller x autistic reader

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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Hi Saadie! Congrats on 500+ Followers!

Here's my info for the matchup! ^^

Star Sign : (November) Scorpio Age : 18 Height : 5'3 Identity : Female; She/Her MBTI : INFJ-T Occupational : (tired) College Student Favorite Things : I like books (mostly fantasy), action movies, musicals, my computer (lol), any type of music, anime, flowers such as azaleas and roses, milk chocolate, birthday cards my sister makes for me and butterscotch ice cream What I do in my spare time : Read books or fics, play piano, watch gamers on YouTube and sometimes sketch random objects out of boredom What I look for in a partner : Passionate, loyalty, overall great sense of humor, kindness, funny (my humor be broken haha) and honesty! Favorite Obey Me Character(s) : Mammon, Leviathan, Satan Belphegor and Barbatos Appearance : I am a South Asian person who has olive-peach skin but not so pale looking either. I have a really small mole on the left side of my cheek. I have short black hair, light brown eyes, pretty big eyelashes and am pretty much average in height (or short- not sure how much 5'3 is classified in some countries lol). I have small dark circles under my eyes which can't be distinguished since I wear glasses which somewhat covers them up.

I hope this is enough! If you need, I can DM you a picture of my appearance! ^^

( -@amberrskiies )

🌻 500 Followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

Hello cutie! I'm sorry this took a little while, I'm trying to go in order of who sent in first. I originally wanted to give each submission all of what I promised all at the same time but uhhhh.... That would take way to long 😂 and so I'm just releasing the match ups first then I'll do the fics/script fics if I haven't already written them. Oh also nightbringer distracted me a buuuunch! So sorry!!

Mostly SFW, slightly suggestive. 💕

Match up:

Satan Avatar of Wrath

May I offer scrunky furious cat boy to you? He's very passionate, funny, loyal and honest! I think he'd be quite taken with you, you love to read and play the piano what a charming little thing you are 💕 He'd love to help you study for your exams, you'll reward him with kisses won't you?

Head canons for you two:

This mother fucker actually asked you out mid screaming match with Lucifer. Or well actually you think that's what happened? You remember "MC GOOD YOU'RE HERE I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO DINNER! THAT IS AS SOON AS IM FINISHED WITH THIS ARSEHOLE RIGHT HERE!" So now you're in your room at HOL dressed and ready but starting to think maybe you heard wrong? Your brain doesn't really function properly during screaming matches, even ones you aren't involved in. So you're sitting on your bed considering changing before anyone notices you're all dressed up. Fuck that would be so embarrassing! But you hear a knock on the door, just one simple but sharp knock. It has you up off your bed in seconds racing to the door nearly as fast as the beat your heart is setting. You open the door and find him there waiting. He gives you a warm smile and takes your small hands in his. "Your beauty flaws me MC, truly you are something to behold. I want to apologise for my rudeness earlier, I'm not sorry I asked you to dinner. Just how I went about it."

How cute is it when you read together. 🥰 Your head resting on one of his legs reading your lastest fantasy novel. The fingers of his free hand comb through your short black locks absentmindedly. His other hand holds his book against the thigh of his raised knee. It's mostly comfortable, until he gets to an intense part and the fingers in your hair are no longer combing but sharply pulling as his hand gets turned into a fist. He's quick to pull you into his arms and smother you in sweet kisses in-between sorry's when he hears you utter a quiet 'ouch'.

If you weren't a member of the anti-lucifer club you are now. Pranking just became a favourite pastime for you both. If anything Lucifer is thankful as you tend to do childish pranks now instead of murderous ones.

Can he help you study? Please, he'll be good! He won't distract you! Say you'll let him help you, he'd love to. Honestly he'll only kiss you a little bit, promise they will only be as rewards for correct answers and not because you look so cute when you're concentrating. Oh no, was that a paper cut? He'll kiss it better, he'll kiss it better at your wrist, up your arm, along your collar bone, over your pulse point, along your jaw, over your lips with his tongue down your throat. Wait where did it hurt again? You can't remember, everything feels hazy. No pain, or study, only Satan.

It is now your life's mission to find a horror movie that actually scares Satan. Unfortunately you haven't found one yet, it's not however unfortunate for Satan. He loves watching horror movies with you, loves the way you tuck yourself in close to his side almost half hidden from the screen. Thinks it's so cute the way you jump and squeal a little at jump scares. Once you actually jumped into his lap, he kept you there the entire rest of the film just holding you close. So yeah he definitely likes watching them with you.

Will absolutely loose his shit if you dress up as a kitty. He's a blushing, stuttering mess! He's so fucking into you, and then you do this? His brain isn't working, not enough blood reaching it... It's circulating elsewhere. 😳

No offence to Satan or whatever but can you do me a favour and teach him how to dress himself properly? This might shock him a little but when you wear a coat you usually use both of the sleeves 😂 also stop with the hats! Again respectfully no offence 🙏

When you're together he always has to have a hand on you. It's more of a starved for affection thing rather than possessive. He really can't seem to get enough of you. It's his hand in yours, or at the small of your back, or wrapped around you. Or if he's feeling naughty grabbing your ass.

If you wanted more NSFW content I'm sorry! I felt kinda weird writing it for an 18yo like I'm some sort of predator! I'm like 10 years older then you, it gave me some icky feelings. So I'm sorry! 😔😔

#saadie's 500 followers event 🌻#obey me matchups #saadie's requests 🌻#obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fandom #om!#om! shall we date #obey me mc #om! mc #om! satan #obey me! satan #obey me satan #obey me satan x mc #satan x mc

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igotanidea · 2 years

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Here and now : Daredevil x OC

A/N: The character I created for Marvel goes by the alter-ego Shadow (real name: Casey Coulson, Phil's niece) . She can control darkness (and a bit of light), summon the shadows, see through people's past (events in life) and to a degree control and help people with their demons from the past. Moreover she can turn herself into shadow and sneak into places which makes her a perfect agent and spy.

Having that in mind you may presume reading.

warning: just some spontaneous 100% fluff

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Here and Now

Living in New York is both a wonderful experience and a pain in the ass. Especially when a mission goes wrong and innocent people ricochet. And even though I am very, very good at what I'm doing some unforeseen events gets in the way more often than I wish they would. The worst part? Most of the people I know, don't really understand the pain and guilt that comes with failed action. That is something you have to go through by yourself. Swallow the bitter pill and move on with your life and your superhero shit.

Sometimes, but extremely rarely you can confine to someone with similar history, however such emotional talking usually ends up with more pain for both sides of this conversations. So that's it. You are alone with everything which makes it all more tragic. I know. I've seen and experienced not only my pain but also the sorrow and grief of my fellow superheroes residing in the same city - Spiderman, The Punisher, Moon Knight and Daredevil. We are all deranged because of negativity and sadness.

Some days are just harder than the others and this is one of them. Two days ago I was assigned a mission of rescuing a hostage, kidnapped by some religious fanatics. Apparently as some sort of personal vendetta against the man those lunatics wanted to kill him on live video. And then move on to his family - wife and little kids. How much shit can grow in people's brain. My task was simple, move on to my shadow form, scare them till they shit their pants and intercept the kidnapped one. Easy, peasy. That went smoothly, but the support team which was clearly instucted to keep an eye on the man's family made one, yet fatal mistake. They got distracted. Instead of putting all the attention on wife and kids they got some human instincs and decided to evacuate the oldest residents of the building where the family lived. When the last of the retired was leaving the time bomb planted in the tenement exploded. I was on the other side of the town but even from such distance I heard the blast.

-Fuck! - I hissed and immidiately passed the rescued man to the doctors, while myself rushed to the disaster area, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. As I reached the destination point the whole area was obviously clouded with dust and ash. Thanks to my abilities I quickly dispersed it and moved forward giving orders to the authorities, not givinig a damn that this may be above my pay grade. Those incompetent idiots just endangered everybody. Why the hell didn;t they send explosive engineers first!? - You, with me! - I motioned the first of the firefighters who was quick to follow me. As we moved past the broken balls I heard some faint noises coming from the collapsed ceiling. - Don't move. I'm coming for you. Just hol on!

-It hurts - a little girl sobbed.

-Hey, hey, it's gonna be fine - I reached my hands towards her - I got you. Now look, nothing can hurt you now, ok?

-It's so dark in here. I'm scared. - she hid her face in my neck as I picked her up from the ground careful not to cause additional pain since she was already heavily hurt.

-Let's make it better than, all right - with a single turn of a wrist the shadows disappeared and the girl calmed down. - Now, where are your brother and mother? Were they with you when this happened?

-I don't.... I don;t know.... -she started crying again.

-Hey, shhh, Let's get you to safety and then I will for them, ok?

It took me more than a while to find the rest of the family. It was a miracle that they ended up alive and not six feet underground. They were immidiately transported to hospital to reunite with the head of the family. They were safe in phisical sense, but with years of therapy coming.

-What the Hell were you thinking!? - I angily turned towards the commanding operator when the carriage disappeared on the horizon - you had one freaking job! You could have killed everybody!

-Stand down, Shadow. You are in no position of ranting on me. This is not your place or position to do so!

-Well then, maybe from now on, I will have to deal with the shit in this city by myself. At least I do not fail - I was shaking with all the pain, stress and emotion and wasn't really making rational decistions. nonetheless, the fast was, that I was becoming tired of working with the officials and dealign with their love for procedures and paperwork. Maybe it was time to go solo. Like every other superhumans I knew.

You can judge me all you want, but a night and a morning after such events were always .... challenging, to say the least. Being a coucellor in high school require absolute control and focus and because of my second life I was lacking both of those traits lately. Of course, it did not come unnoticed.

-Ms. Coulson, can I come in?

-Peter, hey , come on it. And cut the Ms, I hate when you do that. We have to much of a history together.

-It still feels weird at school.

-I know - I sighed - but we are alone and I'm only a couple years older than you, so feel free to go unofficial. Anyway, what can I do for you today? Trouble with.... you know? - I waved a hand around.

-What?- for a second he looked confused - No, no! Nothing like that. not to bone, but everything has been quite well lately.

-Good for you - I muttured and looked down at my desk.

-But I'm worried about you, Casey.

-Me? - I frowned - why me?

-Oh, come on. I noticed. You are ... more concerned. More... I don;t know .... troubled. Is there something....?

-Peter, are we talking as friends now?

-Um... yes, I guess.

-Very well then. You know.... sometimes things don't go accoring to plan and I've had a lot on my plate. BUT. Despite being your friend and sharing some .... experience I am also still your mentor. And it's my duty to tell you to focus on school and your life.

-But...

-I will be fine. I promise. You don't have to worry about me.

-Are you sure, Casey?

-Mhm. Positive. Now, my friend, since I already have you here, some of the teachers have been reporting sudden drop in your grades. Is there something you want to tell me about?

-Actually, there is one thing .....

***

I lied. Ok, maybe not lied, but used some non-acurate words. I was not fine. In fact, I was overwhelmed, overstimulated and was barely holding myself together because of the every day work, missions, obligations, duties and life in general. I was dangerously tip-toping towards the edge of my perseverance and I felt it. What was the worst - once I started spinnig there was no way to stop it. At least, not by myself.

For the whole evening I was desperatly trying to keep myself busy just to avoid thinking and feeling. Sensing a panick attack I frantically cleaned the whole apartament, caught up on some work, wrote one of the reports which was due next week and did some workout. Nothing helped. If anythign I was getting more and more stressed and scared. So I took a bath hoping that hot water will clear my mind. It didn't. At this point my head was spinning, my hands were shaking, breathing was becoming a challenge and I was experiencing some sort of brain shutdown since I was having trouble with grounding myself in reality. Unwanted tears statred to show in my eyes.

-Breathe, breathe - I was telling myself as I laid down on the couch, holding my knees close to my chest - you are fine, everything is fine, you can get through this. Just breathe.... - empty words since I was feeling like throwing up.

-Casey .... - as I heard the voice coming from the window I immidiately jumped off the couch summoning the darkness, ready to throw all of it to the intruder - hold the fire, it's me - the stranger took a step towards me.

-Matt!? What the fuck. I could have given you a heart attack with the shadows. - I was shaking even more now and he obviously knew that due to his abilities - why.... why are you here? - I grabbed the back of the couch for support to my unstedy legs.

-I heard your panting and panicking from the other side of Hell's kitchen.

-And you decided to just drop by? Don't you have a mission of your own?

-I do - he moved towards me making me lay down and unclench my fist - but it was impossible to focus on anything while you were dealing with shit here.

-Was it? - I raised my head slowly but he forced it back down - I;m sorry than, Daredevil. It was never my intention to keep you this occupied. I know how important your night shift is for you.

-Shhh - he silenced me - I choose to come here. Now, scoop a bit - when I complied with his words he layed down next to me and held me close to his chest. I can't lie this was both unexpected and very welcomed.

-Matt... I ....

-Shhh. Just breathe - he started to stroke my hair in this gentle manner no one else could provide - in and out. It's gonna be fine...

-How is it gonna be fine, Mattie? - I sobbed quietly holding him tighter. - I don't know how much longer....

-Casey, just listen to me, will you - he gently grabbed my chin and made my look at him - it will pass, trust me. It always does.

-Yes, but ... - I shook my head abruptly, not believing him.

- It's just panick speaking to you. You can't listen to whatever it is trying to impose on you.

-How are you always so calm about it?

-It? You mean the night shift? - he smirked - I don't. Not always. But I know I am not alone.

-How so? - I asked a bit confused.

-I am not alone, because whenever I start to spin I think of you and it makes it all better.

-Me? I don;t understand.

-Don't you? - he grabbed my hand an put it on his heart, that was beating frantically - don't you really? you don't realise why I came running to you the very second I learned what you were going through? Casey, please.... - he propped himself up so he was now facing me, his gazeless eyes giving away so many feelings - pain, vulnerability ... love - And I thought I was the blind one ... - he sighed his face inches from mine as he leaned his forehead over mine.

If his intention was to make my panick attack go away and help me calm down he got the complite opposite of intended aim.

-I though you came here to help me - I muttered closing my eyes and not moving away an inch.

-Isn't it helping? Are you still scared? Or panicked?

-No.

-Then tell me .... - he whispered - what do you feel?

-You. I feel you.

-Does that help? - his hands found my waist and pulled my closer.

-I don't know. Did you do all that you could?

-Not even close - he closed the gap between us as his soft lips found mine and captured them in the gentle kiss. Daredevil was kissing the Shadow. How crazy is that? Anyhow, I had to give to him, that he perfectly knew what he was doing moving his head to deepen the kiss and I involuntarily smiled toward the kiss. He immidiately pulled away smirking.

-Do you feel better now?

-No. I suppose you will have to continue on calming me down.

-Really? - he smirked again - Well, I got many ideas on how to achieve that - he pushed me down on the couch and wrapped his hands around me protectively - one of them ensuring you get proper sleep. - No funny bussiness, tonight.

-Fine - I whined laying my head on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat - I'll play nice, just this time. But you just ignited the fire, Murdock.

-Good - he muttered sofly pulling the blanket over both of us - now, sleep. I'm here now. Nothing wrong will happen to you.

-Thank you - I yawned moving even closer and wrapping my hands around him yearning for the warmth and safety I felt in his arms. - Thank you for coming and grounding me. You are my anchor, Matt.

-And you are mine - he responded with a little kiss on my temple - I love you, Case.

-I love you too, Mattie - was the last words before I drifted off completely calm, feeling his unconditional love surrounding me.

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0verthinking1t · 2 years

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Roll for initiative!

Good morning mental health blog! Yesterday I talked about my task menu and Megaboard, and the ridiculous system I have for organizing tasks. I'm happy to say that so far, it's working pretty well! It's been especially helpful keeping track of the tasks I ended up wandering off to during the day— it helps my self esteem to realize that I'm still accomplishing a lot, even if I can't see it on my to-do menu. I don't have to feel bad or argue and justify to myself why nothing got done in a day.

Today, I want to share something I call Random Encounters! I got this idea from How To ADHD on YouTube, and I decided to call it something fun and D&D related to gameify it and make it fun. It's pretty simple.

all it takes is a D20 die, some phone alarms, and a place to write/type a list. I wrote out a list of 20 small activities I can do without effort or planning, with a focus on physical movement and changing my environment. It's important to be REALLY specific; "do 3 squats" is a lot less paralyzing than "do squats", so I'm more likely to just accept it and do it right away, and "throw a juggling ball for 5 minutes" is less likely to distract and throw off my whole day than "throw a ball". Being specific helps quiet the brain fog voice that says "but that could mean anything, what's even the point? Will just throwing an object once or touching my toes for 5 seconds really even do anything??" And empowers me to actually do the things, because I know they're quick, effortless, and will definitely make me feel healthier. Some of the activities are more complicated or more sustained than others, but having to take the chance of rolling them adds to the fun. It's like playing a game with your friends where you could end up drinking a shot of pineapple juice with sugar OR straight lemon juice; the fun is in the chance that you could get a challenge instead of a treat.

To keep myself accountable and make sure I actually use the tool, I set 3 alarms at slightly weird times through the day. Times like 11:13 and 2:20, when I'm less likely to get into the rut of expecting it to happen. I also used a ringtone app to set the noise to JoCat (A Crap Guide videos on YouTube) saying "clickity-clackity you're about to get attackity" for a little added D20 fun 😛 every time JoCat tells me to roll for initiative, I roll the D20, check the list, and do whatever activity I landed on. After, I'm free to continue whatever I was doing, or use it as a refresh point and pick another Menu item to accomplish.

And that's it! It's just a fun little way to break up my day a bit and get me doom scrolling a bit less, and the bonus is that it helps my awareness of time. Here's my Random Encounters table, in case anyone wants to use it or take inspiration from it:

5 toe touches

Hang off my bed upside down

Go to the living room for 5 minutes

Put some ice in my waterbottle

Look for Blyth (he's very good at hiding)

Bug my roommate's cat for 5 minutes

Play with my roommate's cat for 10 minutes

Go to the porch for 5 minutes

Move to a song - you only have 2 minutes to pick one!

Spin in my desk chair for 3 minutes

5 lunges

3 squats

Stretch my arms and shoulders on a doorframe

15 calf raises (tiptoes)

Throw a juggling ball for 5 minutes

Change a piece of clothing

Hang from a doorframe

Plank for 10 seconds

Put one thing away

Wash 1 dish

Ironically, my Random Encounter alarm went off as I was writing this post. I rolled a 3 for going to the living room, and then realized I haven't had breakfast yet, so instead of timing it for 5 minutes, I decided to use the excuse to change my scenery and have breakfast in the sun 😊 because of that random encounter, I'm eating a meal, taking my meds, got to say good morning and pet Mars, and I got to see another human as one of my roommates was on his way out for the day. Promising myself to be accountable for at least the bare minimum has already made a major improvement to my day and my health.

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samthetrekkie · 1 year

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I thought this finale was not as great as they could've made it. the plot was pretty predictable and I think there were a little too many plotholes for my taste (e.g. why are there two borg queens suddenly and what happened to agnes?). I'm also confused to what happened to the borg since nemesis in general. I generally loved the borg episodes on voyager, also because the jump scares and the atmosphere in the cubes were always so well done - so I was pretty disappointed when there were barely any real drones around. and the the whole thing was king of rushed, the resolution of the situation came way too quickly and easily. the whole finale plot could've easily be expanded into two episodes which would've added so much depth. it reminded me a lot of the tng movies (I have seen like 3 of them), which are usually based on good plot ideas, but then the actual execution is way to simple and mostly focuses on the characters instead (which I like and get why, but still). the episode just wasn't as full circle as it could've gone story-wise imo.

I guess I was expecting a bit more since the last couple of episodes were really good - but maybe that was mostly my binge watching brain speaking. it also probably had something to do with the fact my dad had watched the episode without me already and was kind of distracted (and distracting)...

at any rate, I think this season really brought the star trek spirit back to this show even though I actually enjoyed the urban scifi style in season 2. it simply was another soft reboot. and it made me excited about what's to come. seven as captain <3 has the taste of a very possible new show. I do think they tried to tie in the voyager references, but I'm a bit scared they will go to great lengths to avoid talking about chakotay (since raffi is right there) and generally her time shortly after voyager's return, as well as the rest of the crew, just because some actors don't want to come onto the show. also, the tuvok scene was a bit too distant for my taste - they were really close towards the end of voyager.

so while the idea of a seven-centered show or at least one with seven as a clear main character sounds great, I would love to see a borg prequel. why hasn't anyone come up with that? maybe it's not enough for a whole show, but a larger plot line within a show would be great. let me talk to cbs real quick-

p.s.: am I the only one who thought they were gonna name the refitted titan u.s.s. picard and not enterprise-g? Idk but g is such a ridiculously high letter in the alphabet at this point.

#star trek picard #season 3 #episode 10 #star trek picard spoilers #borg #seven of nine #enterprise g #tuvok #star trek

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keefwho · 2 years

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August 18

8:32 AM

Im wasting time right now but I’m trying not to worry about next week being a good chance of storms basically all monday-thursday. The prediction will probably lessen since it’s a whole week in advance but it’ll be slightly on my mind until it happens. I have to keep in mind that realistically it’s usually not bad enough to knock out the power and even if it does, that’s not a big deal. It’s only scary when my tummy hurts, which it shouldn’t be since nothing is going to stop or worsen that anyways. Power going out just takes away some of my distractions and sense of safety.

In other news I’m going back to doing my commissions very early in the morning. Starting at around noon every day was not working for me, I want to get this out of the way quick.

10:27 AM

I can’t FOCUS. WHY??? My STUPID brain keeps thinking about those damn storms and potential tummy upset like it does every day. Accept it, nothing is happening. I feel pretty healthy this morning and POTENTIAL storms aren’t even until Monday/Tuesday. I should enjoy what I have right now this moment. Stop thinking about the future, I can’t predict anything. All I can do is hope for the best and adapt to adversity if it happens. I’m fine right now. I don’t CARE about how my tummy feels, its just whining. I dont CARE about the weather. I CARE about being productive.

10:49 AM

I can tell I’m bored and it’s contributing to my anxiety. It doesn’t feel as simple as “just do something” though. I don’t WANT to do anything really, except worry about my health. Maybe because it’s easy? I’m not sure how to escape this trap. It seems like anything I decide to do is just avoidance. I should try to find something that fosters who I want to be. The person I WANT to be would probably find something to watch right now while my food cooks. Something I can commit to.

I used to look forward to hanging out with people in the most wholehearted way possible, but whenever I think about spending time with someone now, I worry about things like “Will I feel okay?” “Will I panic and want to leave?” I want to honestly look forward to it like I used to. It’s hard to put my fear aside. It all comes down to not worrying about what I can’t predict and assuming the outcome will be okay. I need to expect neutral, not bad or even good. Then I can build on it.

The overall goal is to change how I think and feel about things, not necessarily the things themselves. I can change a few external things sure, but I really just need to change myself.

11:23 AM

What often happens is I’ll feel my stomach gurgle in a normal way and it’ll singlehandedly cascade my thoughts into pure fear. I need to set a cap on what should actually be considered worrying. As hard as it might be at first, a little tummy pain isn’t grounds for panic, especially lately. It happens all the time. Ideally I’ll ignore any bad thoughts before they get out of hand.

4:16 PM

I feel like I’m on the brink of panic, or like I’m holding it back still. All because I believe something should be wrong. Why? Please for the love of god let me realize that I am okay. Maybe I’m just too bored right now, but doing anything is starting to drain me. Maybe I feel like this because I want my relaxation to be earned and cutting down on my personal work has left me feeling useless enough to create this new torment. I know I get some sort of sick satisfaction out of it. Sometimes sympathy from others but mostly sympathy from myself. Usually I finally hit a point of relief where I feel okay and it feels really good. Although that isn’t actually the case anymore. It feels like every hour has some kind of worry to it. I don’t even get rewarded anymore. I should try to remember what it was like when I wasn’t this bad. I literally just didn’t pay much attention to my stomach unless it was actually bad which DID happen, maybe once every week and a half-ish. But that was it. Thats still the case, I’ve been getting worked up over normal tummy operation.

5:07 PM

I had some kind of small breakthrough. How could I possibly be sick without having contact with anyone and being incredibly safe with my food? I haven’t actually fallen ill in over a decade, aside from a small cold here and there. I’ve always known this fact but it can be a helpful reminder when my thought cycle gets so far gone that I forget that it’s nearly impossible something could actually be wrong with me. So I can take some comfort in that.

Right now I’m really hoping I can have more breakthroughs like that so I can give myself a sort of test run with the upcoming storms next week. Right now they seem like the end of my life basically, this happens a lot. But in a way they are the only thing I’m looking forward to so I guess it makes sense that it would seem like the end. I think I need to make more long term goals and find value in things like numerical growth again. I truly reached the point where I don’t care about the follower number on any of my art accounts but maybe I should care again. Or set goals even. I’ve always wanted to reach 14,000 followers on my NSFW Twitter just like I had on my Tumblr before it was nuked. I should try to value that number more and work towards it to give myself some kind of extended meaning.

5:42 PM

I don’t know if I should feel concerned or not that I only want to hang out with one person. I’ve always been like this and the person has changed over time. I deliberately seek contact with others so I can make sure I’m getting around and actually socializing, but it always comes back around to the one person I’m fixated on. It doesn’t feel wrong, and I guess I’m not suffering any harm from it. As long as I’m still branching out, I think it’s okay for this person to rest gently on my mind throughout the day.

8:42 PM

I’m at that point again. I feel like something should have gone wrong by now and I’ve run out of things to do so I’m at prime panic risk. I don’t like it. I don’t know how to avoid it. Or maybe it’s time to worry a little bit. I can’t eliminate fear from my life, only reduce it back to a healthy level.

I guess I’m a little existential right now. I simply have no desires and overthinking what I ‘want’ to do usually leads to ‘whats the point in anything’ kind of thinking. If I have no wants then all I have left are things like anxiety and sometimes depression. Im not waiting for anything positive. Only negative.

First of all, when the storms finally happen next week, I worry I’ll be in a bad tummy space and then I’ll freak out if the power goes out. IF that happens, I’ll have to muster the strength to believe that everything is okay and employ every strategy I have to do so. I gotta remember that it can’t be as bad as that one time it went out all day and I wasn’t prepared at all. I have a lot of battery operated lights, crank chargeable lamps, power banks for my phone/switch, and a battery operated white noise speaker. And lots of batteries. I can always get cozy in the corner and distract myself with something like the last time it went out. I have friends to turn to during the roughly 6 hours I have cell service. And the power hopefully shouldn’t be out for longer than 6 hours. I think that’s the average.

The biggest thing to remember is that I’m only afraid of losing power because I’m afraid of being sick WHILE the power is out. It would be dreadful in my imagination, but probably not THAT bad in reality. It would be unpleasant not being able to wash anything since the water requires power, but I’d still be alright. I’d throw up a bit, get used to it eventually, and then it would stop and I’d begin recovering. Thats WORST case scenario though. If I have a tummy ache on a storm day, I’m gonna have to convince myself that its just normal ol tummy achin like usual. Don’t let my thoughts get out of control.

9:19 PM

Okay, I had my worry time. I looked at tons of weather forecasts just to get my FIX. I actually feel a little bit better. Now I gotta start trying to live in the here and now again. My current worries aren’t until Monday/Tuesday, thats 3-4 days from now. I can’t be worrying about it too much until I actually get there and the forecasts are more accurate. I mean, I shouldn’t be worrying about it at all, but baby steps. I want to try to go back to before where I wouldn’t even know a storm was possible until it was happening. Maybe I’ll try to go back to my 3 day forecast only. I want to have SOME heads up so I can avoid behavior that might put my tummy at hurting risk.

God I’m gonna have to read everything I wrote today even though I don’t want to. Maybe it’ll help give me some insight.

10:18 PM

I gotta stop stressing about tomorrow. EVERY tomorrow. I always think something like “Tomorrow’s commissions are going to SUCK” or “Tomorrow I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop my anxiety, it’ll be a challenge.” Fact is, most days are normal and easy until I make it hard. Commissions almost always come out okay if I put in the proper focus and time. I’m still getting better at my anxiety so of course it’ll be tough sometimes. But today proved that some days I can actually overcome it. Today was pretty good, I barely slipped up. A couple times I even grasped that this is what its like to be normal. I’ll be okay tomorrow, I always am. Adapt as problems happen.

#journal #thunderstorms #anxiety #focus #worrying

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