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Some of you really need to remember that people on the internet are complete strangers. Like some of the behaviors I see are just so deeply concerning.
Also not everyone is going to like you, and you're not going to like everyone. That's a fact of life.
#also the way people will just suddenly act like you're friends when they JUST met you or never had a proper conversation with you-#-is so fucking weird to me. it is not normal to be latching on to people you just met#and it certainly isn't healthy#ignoring the issue or justifying it with some bullshit isn't going to suddenly make it okay#it's one thing to be friendly and show interest but some people take it WAYYY too far#also the way people will just trauma dump online with zero warning and without someone's consent??#you're fucking weird and it BAFFLES me that people don't see how wildly inappropriate that is#the internet is a public space!!#digital footprints exist sure but like... you're literally surrounded by a shit ton of strangers#i think this is part of the reason why the fixation on being ''mutuals'' with someone always irritated me too#i don't know you...like at all. i obviously followed for a reason but i still don't know you#im totally fine with people being friendly and WANTING to talk to and be friends with me#obviously thats cool and appreciated#but don't make it weird?#also being too comfortable with someone too quickly is a really good way to wind up in some REALLY toxic or unsafe situations
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A little unpopular opinion on something I've seen happen more commonly throughout November/December and wanted to address quickly for my own blog: Please never hesitate to reblog anything from me. You see me reblogging a sentence starter list that you like? Go for it and reblog it from me directly without any pressure on you whatsoever to send anything into me before doing so. You like a GIF-set or musing that I reblogged? Nab it from me, it'll brighten my day to see that we share an interest in something. I like to see interaction between me and anyone who follows me. I like to see that little activity notification light up.
Honestly, it simply reminds me that we're all part of a community, and more specifically, a fandom that consists of characters and nations that we all came to love and then share that amongst ourselves. And honestly, seeing a reblog happen shortly after me but it's from the source, creates (in my opinion) an odd sense of chosen disconnect between people that can feel awkward, it's as if we're walking on eggshells as to not rub each other the wrong way. But what's wrong about going 'Hey, I see what you reblogged, I like it too!', it even gives you potential common ground to start a conversation. We're a community, and I don't know about you, but I like seeing people interact with each other beyond merely threads and notes. It's the little things that matter, after all.
#[ psa. ] seeing isn't always believing. and if you can't trust your eyes; you certainly can't trust rumors.#[ i feel like this whole 'reblog karma' rule has scared people so much into stopping with behavior that... ]#[ i think was healthy. interaction; no matter how small; makes it so much easier and comfortable for people to... ]#[ interact because you almost become 'familiar faces' through these tiny little asks. ]#[ the amount of times i've entered dms kindly/respectfully after someone's reblogged something from me-- ]#[ and the person and i proceeded to just gush about the reblogged fanart in question. or something similar. ]#[ which then makes any further ooc interaction so much easier and nicer-- the initial anxiety people may face is lessened. ]#[ because you've already found common ground. ]#[ like i don't mean to force anyone to reblog from me-- but it's like it's so obvious so often when people... ]#[ see something from you but then reblog it from the source. i dunno if it's just me but it feels odd. ]#[ it feels as if someone thinks reblogging from me would step on my toes or rub me the wrong way and i don't see?? ]#[ why that's a thing? it's so silly. reblog from me; feel welcome to do so. we all love this fandom. we all love our characters. ]#[ and each others' characters. it's why we interact; right? ]#[ any way. hi-- yes. i just mean never feel odd to reblog from me. if anything i encourage it. ]#[ i'll smile and nod at you in my activity; and you'll also pique my interest to be like 'hey! good taste 💙 ]#[ any way; i hope people are having a good weekend! ]
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You are getting better though. You are. Even if you don't see it. 🥺
I'm getting better at ignoring things.
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wild how my mental state drops so significantly the second i don't have something that i'm extremely obsessed over. when im in the heights of an obsession and its all i can think about, i feel on top of the world, mental illness who, and then second the obsession disappears (which can happen overnight sometimes) then im back in the dark pit where ive spent most of my life, until the next total obsession comes along.
#certainly not a healthy way to operate#but its all i got until i can find a therapist that isn't going to bankrupt me#come back bg3 obsession#i was so happy for five months straight#i don't know the last time that happened#and then the obsession stopped and ive sunk back into the depression pit#nothing else is sticking like it did#but when the obsession's gone its gone#until it comes back around again
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Thank you all for the birthday wishes yesterday. I really, really appreciate it. <3 Hope everyone is having a good holiday season or a relaxing last few days of the year. Hang in there, and take care of yourselves as best you can. Rooting for you all, as always.
#Satari rambles#Christmas is a bit bittersweet#Mostly in part because today is my late father's birthday and that's still as prominent an ache as ever#Especially with so much changing in my childhood home since he passed and since I've been gone at college#Which isn't a bad thing entirely but it sometimes lacks that warmth it had when I was a kid#But my mother and her husband are happy and healthy and the pets are all good so I'm happy to see that at least#Here's to hoping I can find work and a place of my own in the new year though#Ready to make my own traditions in my own space as well as have my own space#And spoil all my friends' kids because I can (and because I certainly don't have any of my own)#Who knows? Might even find a partner this new year maybe#(Doubtful for several reasons but hey)#Anyway#Ignore my weird ramblings#Rooting for you all though#Hope these days are as painless as possible and if not that you can find some comfort somewhere
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From “The Literary First-Aid Box” by Marina Boroditskaya
Cordelia, you fool! Would it have been
that hard to yield to the old man?
To say to him, ‘I too, O darling Daddy,
love you more than life.’ Piece of cake!
But you wanted him to work it out on his own —
who was the best of his daughters. Proud fool!
And now he’s dead, you too, everyone’s dead.
And Gloucester! Oh the bloody horror —
his eye-sockets — the scene of the blinding —
fingers leafing quickly through the pages
as if through plates of red-hot iron...
Here, read it now. I’ll turn away. You weren’t there
in that Act, were you? Go on, read it,
look what you’ve done, you stupid little fool!
Alright, alright, don’t cry, but next time
make sure to be more stubborn, and resist the author:
Viola, Rosalind, Catherine,
they managed — why wouldn’t you?
Like a puppy, pull him by the leg of his pants
with your teeth into a comedy! The laws
of that genre will lead us out into light... Here
wipe your nose and give me back the hanky.
I still have to wash and iron and return it
to a certain careless blonde Venetian
in the next volume. I’m sorry I told you off.
Best regards to your father. Remember: like a puppy!
#thinking about where 'insensitivity' falls on the spectrum of human failings and was reminded of this poem#I wrote a paper for the Shakespeare class i took arguing that insensitivity is the crux of the tragedy in Lear#and then like a year later i stumbled upon this poem in a Russian poetry anthology#Marina Boroditskaya was a translator and critic before she was a poet and I really think it shows#anyway insensitivity:#which i would here define as 'failing to love others the way they need to be loved'#not failing to love them at all#or even loving them wrong#but not understanding what they need from you well enough to love them effectively#i wouldn't call it a sin#but it is certainly a function of the human condition#Cordelia loved her dad so so much#but she didn't understand him enough to know that he was an old man who just needed to hear his daughters tell him that they loved him#so she hurt him#she could have been honest and still been kind#but Cordelia didn't understand that the situation called for kindness#and so tragedy ensues#on my birthday my roommate turned down sharing a leftover cupcake with me because it isn't healthy to eat sweets late at night#and I'm pretty sure it was a cultural thing. didn't mean it didn't kinda sting#she didn't understand#and i'm insensitive towards others plenty#because I just don't understand what they need from me#i hurt the people i love most by not realizing that what they need is a listener not a fixer#or by not anticipating that a certain piece of news will upset them#idk i'm probably overexplaining obvious stuff here#but i find insensitivity sad more than anything#nine times out of ten there's no malice in it#most times it's an abundance of love#that just doesn't understand#literature makes us more human
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with the power of wrestling and faggotry, i shall overcome this
#this being the fatphobia and cruelty of my parents fjfkdl#by god i will not let this put me back into ED and i CERTAINLY will not let it take my art away from me#i am making myself draw a healthy guz tonight djdksl pushing thru it with the power of wrestling and faggotry motivating me 😤💪💪‼️‼️#(and by healthy i mean he has fat on him and isn't dehydrated. he is surviving the winter !!!!!)#i will push thru the uncontrollable shaking and crying fhfkdl i am tired of not being able to draw what i want to !!!#maybe if i just push thru it then I'll be out on the other side of it (god i hope this doesnt make it worse BDJDJSL) and be over it#MAN THEY RLY DID A NUMBER ON ME THOUGH WHAT THE HELL MAN. this isn't even the worst they've ever said in my vicinity#but its the worst in terms of the subject matter !!! that i can remember anyways fjfkdl#RAAAUGHH i hate that they can get into my head like this fjfkl (it is Terrifying tbh but im not gonna get into all that)#OKAY TAG RANT OVER TIME TO GO POWER THROUGH THIS AND DRAW MY MAN W THE POWER OF WRESTLING PHOTOS AND BEING GAY FUELING ME#dandyshucks
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ren gets one scrap of power and immediately nosedives back down the god complex rabbit hole.
#𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. ◟ ooc .◝#tbd .#( i keep dming milla going ''there is a lot to unpack here. there is so much to unpack.'' we just aren't going to talk about that. )#( he's not being 100% serious about it but there certainly is some percentage of ''this isn't healthy maybe'' going on here )
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this might be a Hot Take, but I don't think Cypher has a death wish or suicidal ideation, as used in a bunch of cypher angst fics.
I'd argue that he shown more of a desire to stay alive than a desire to die.
For one, he has two lines "I must survive to protect my family..." and when he survives a round on low HP, he says "Nora, I will see you again".
Furthermore, there's also the line "I will stop anyone who tries to come through. I must keep my secrets with me" and "My truths stay hidden for one day more" He can't really protect his secrets if he takes the chance to die....
In the reddit QnA, the devs said "Off-screen events have occurred that have spared those three [Omega Cypher, Jett, and Viper] their lives… this time". It implies that even with Sage and Skye and whatever "tricks up their sleeve" both Valorants have, the threat of death is very much still present.
In any case, I feel like Cypher has far more incentive to stay alive than to indulge in any desire to get himself killed, even for a glimpse of seeing "them". If anything, I feel like Cypher is more likely to abandon the mission and save himself instead of going for a sacrifice play. (which isn't to say he'd ditch at first sight of risk; his clutch voice line says he plays "high stakes". Rather that if the mission's looking impossible, I don't think he'd be the one to hold onto hope and try to go for a last second defuse or lucky kill. I think he'd try to cut his losses, a "live to fight another day" type of mentality)
More rambling under the cut
This is just unrelated, but also, Cypher just seems to enjoy living? If you listen to his voice lines, he clearly enjoys holding power/having the advantage over his enemies.
I guess the flippant way he treats the life-or-death battles can read as him not taking things seriously or holding his life in high regard. However, a lot of his lines seem to show an expectation of survival? Like "I wonder if they have any parts I can salvage. Hmm, implants? I need those!" He's already looking towards the rewards of victory; "Let's close up shop. I have things to do" Again he has goals to achieve and dying only hinders him. He also does show that he understands the gravity of situation and takes them seriously when he says "Spend like there is no tomorrow! Because there just might not be…" He's fighting to win, not to throw his life away for a mere whim.
Lastly, if we read his questioning of Sage's resurrection ability to imply that he wants to revive some people, then I think this just solidifies that Cypher doesn't have a death wish at all.
He loves living. He doesn't want to join the dead; he wants the dead to join him.
#valorant#valorant cypher#the keep reading bit is just because the post was getting long#and it's not super necessary to the argument. but it does add onto it#Cypher's a character who clearly has a lot of baggage and angst in his past. but I just don't think he deals with it Like This#he's a man who is used to killing people and seems completely fine with it#he enjoys invading people's privacy simply to have something to hold over them. even if he'll never actually use it#ie the line about having pictures of his enemies' families#or at least he acts like it#he's clearly not dealing with his issues in a healthy way but it's certainly not as obvious as satisfying suicidal ideation#vp is supposedly filled with the best of the best. dying frequently does not showcase that type of genius talent vp wants#i don't think they'd ignore or not detect that kind of pattern#and even if they don't know it's on purpose. would they really let him back on the field if he keeps dying?#once or twice or thrice is pretty reasonable and might prompts jokes. but making it a habit? that's a liability#this was prompted by the cypher angst fics that used this idea#which isn't to say they're bad or wrong. i enjoyed reading them :)#it just got me thinking more than necessary about cypher#and if vp would notice that or how they'd deal with that. like does vp hire a therapist or something...?#or do they just put the agent on leave and let them loose and say 'alright deal with that by yourself adios loser'
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I think if I had gone through all my high school and early college art (which is what you’re seeing being reblogged now), it would have been really difficult and would have dealt me “psychic damage” so to speak. or even cringe. But within the last year I started teaching high school students animation and it’s really shown me how much vitriol I treated my younger self with (and how much pointless judgement we treat each other with). I truly felt like enjoying Pokémon and cartoons was some deep character flaw. I was so mean to myself in high school but I have nothing but love for these kids. Being on the other side has allowed me to release a lot of shame.
2016-2017 was when i started getting on the “calarts grind” and you can see me stiffen up in real time because I started being my own voyeur and comparing myself to others WAY more. I spent so much time denying my own interests and strengths in an attempt to be a better artist (???) that I actively made myself a worse artist. lol.
#to be fair there is truly egregious behavior that needs to be challenged#but 'having regular interests in a healthy way' certainly isn't on that list#text post#the 'calarts grind' was both very good and bad for me. ultimately good.#everything that has ever happened to me (even the horrible things) have been ultimately good#the college grind really revealed how much i was judging myself and comparing myself to others#and holy shit that was a really nasty demon to slay. I'll probably still be fighting that one my whole life
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I'm going to fucking throw up from laughing so hard at this
The duality of man.
#Fuck it we ball#I might honestly be sick from all the crying hence the nausea but this certainly isn't helping Lmfao#I'm for sure so overtired my brain int overflowed its depression into laughing at every stupid thing I see#Just to be clear this is my own writing I'm allowed to make fun of it#Something something hurting myself before anyone else can something something#H2O au#It's going down in funky town#Uhhh I finally got to the brotherhood anime part and it still bothers me that they all watched Noct get yeeted off a cliff and nobody went-#'yeah we should probably uh do something about that before he drowns'#So I fixed it#And by fixed it I mean made it 10x worse#Marilith snake lady?? Also scaly and has no legs :) it would be a shame if someone were to hallucinate from oxygen deprivation :) kill me#Noct using his trauma to give other people trauma it's all in good fun or whatever#Just boys being boys#6 chapters later and Gladio is the one who has to unpack this because everyone else in this party is severely emotionally repressed#Gladio is the only emotionally healthy person here. God help him he's going to fucking need it#Which is such a fun spin on the tough guy trope#Because like. Looking at all them you'd think it's Prompto? Being the 'cheerful one' trope. But Prompto is Prompto.#Noct is just straight up depressed and I felt that dude#Ignis hasn't been allowed to feel anything since he was 7 lest he accidentally boil somebody alive#Which leaves Gladio. Good luck dude. You are going to need it.#H2O au? More like Gladio moonlights as a therapist au#Cruddy rambles
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Hot take maybe but I think Bertie would be FAR more likely to survive the first two months of Dracula than Jeeves would be. Bertie has a healthy sense of self-preservation. Jeeves consistently underestimates how dangerous a situation might get (Steeple Bumpleigh, the club book) because he’s overconfident about his level of control over any given situation. He'd handle Dracula masterfully if they faced off in England, but on Dracula's home turf? Much more doubtful.
I realize this might be a tough sell, so I will explain further (or it's not a tough sell, and I'm going to explain further because I want to). (criteria taken from @canyourfavesurvivecastledracula) Without further ado.
Would Jeeves and Wooster survive Castle Dracula?
Jeeves
Jeeves' survival will depend on how long Dracula finds him more entertaining than irritating. On that basis, I don't think he's long for this world. On the one hand, he has a huge wealth of knowledge about English society and culture that he can recite perfectly from memory. That should buy him at least a little time with noted teaboo Dracula.
On the other hand, he would be absolutely no fun as a vampire plaything. Jeeves cannot be got. Sneaking up on him while he's shaving will yield zero reaction (though that's at least good for his short-term survival--given that, although he DID take the crucifix from the old woman out of politeness, he certainly isn't going to wear it. The rules of fashion don't go out the window just because you're in a spooky castle). Then, although managing the whims of rich jerks is not an insignificant part of a valet's job, Jeeves usually does this by bending his employers to his will. Dracula is not the sort of employer this will work on. It'll just add insult to injury when on top of being impossible to scare, NOW Jeeves is telling Dracula that his favorite cloak is several centuries out of fashion and he's not allowed to wear it anymore.
Jeeves will 100% go exploring in the areas he was told not to go-- though to be fair, he MIGHT actually get away with this, what with his superpower of appearing in rooms without being seen or heard. Said superpower might save him from the brides as well (though this is by no means guaranteed). Since I find it doubtful that Dracula would come to rescue his annoying ass, not being noticed is his best defense.
There are a couple other things working in Jeeves's favor; the question is just whether they'll be enough to save him.
He DOES know shorthand, and could try to send coded letters. He might even have the foresight to squirrel away some extra stationary where Dracula can't find it. But could he get them posted? Would it even do him any good?
He certainly has enough cultural literacy to figure out what his new boss is pretty quickly. If he didn't chuck the crucifix out the carriage window, he might start carrying it around in his pocket.
Psychology of the individual, sure, but the individual in question is a 400-year-old vampire who lives in an isolated castle in a foreign country and is regarded as a terrifying mythological figure in the surrounding villages. Jeeves has never come up against anything this alien before, he's cut off from his normal resources, and opportunities to play people against each other are limited.
He probably has enough upper body strength from all that shrimping and fishing to climb the wall, so he COULD escape if he wanted to, if he survived long enough. It's just, again, that overconfidence, and also Dracula has a vast library full of rare old books that are entirely at his disposal. He's keeping his eyes and ears alert for potential escape strategies, of course, but I don't see him being as desperate to get out as Jonathan was.
There are just a lot of "depends on"s here, and I'm not convinced that luck would shake out in Jeeves's favor, all things considered.
Bertie
Bertie is so perfect for the job of Castle Dracula Prisoner it's like it was made for him. Think about it. Being held against his will in big manor houses comes more naturally to him than breathing. He's afraid of things that are scary. A lifetime of dealing with Aunt Agatha has made him the world's preeminent expert in "curl[ing] up in a ball in the hope that a meek subservience [will] enable [him] to get off lightly." He will NEVER go exploring in places he's been warned away from if nobody is forcing him to (Rev. Aubrey Upjohn's office notwithstanding. There were biscuits in there). He's both fun to talk to and easy to toy with (and extremely English). A+ prisoner. Dracula adores him.
In my opinion, Bertie is at Castle Dracula either because Aunt Agatha got some wires seriously crossed and thinks he’s going to meet an eligible potential bride (I mean, there are certainly brides there), or because Dracula has something Aunt Dahlia wants him to steal (far less likely, given that one of Dracula’s THINGS is famously not owning anything silver). Either way, he's shown himself entirely willing and able to escape down drainpipes if a sitch gets too scaly.
He DOES take the crucifix, and DOES wear it (which is what will save him during the shaving scene, because you KNOW he's going to jump a foot and cut himself like the dickens). He's read enough supernatural goosefleshers to be genre savvy about terrified old women cryptically pushing crucifixes into one's hands. I also think his sunny disposish endeared him to the villagers, and they were particularly vehement about urging him not to go. He doesn't speak German or Romanian, but he's empathetic enough to recognize Pure Terror. So by the time he actually gets to the castle, his imagination is already running wild and he's plenty aware that he is in imminent danger.
I think the biggest risk to Bertie will be the brides; whether or not he's susceptible to trances, if he thinks they're trying to marry him, it's against the code of the Woosters to turn them down. But that only becomes an issue if he comes face to face with them, which, luckily, I think is unlikely on account of the aforementioned "won't go exploring" (and if he did, Dracula would definitely rescue him).
I'm inclined to say due to his drainpipe-escape habits that he WOULD be able to climb the wall and MAY attempt to sneak into Dracula's room to look for the keys if his desperation grows to outweigh his fear. Whether he does or not, though, he does NOT have the stomach to attempt shovel murder, and therefore won't get magic brain fever, and may very well simply walk out the front doors when the people come to take the boxes away. OR he climbs his way out like Jonathan did. Either way.
When Bertie tells this story at the Drones later, Tuppy will say that no doubt it's been greatly exaggerated and all that probably happened was that he spent a couple months in an oldish house entertaining a weird loner.
#do YOU think jeeves and wooster would survive castle dracula? let me know in the comments!#they're in the castle separately instead of together because those are the rules ok#the isolation is key#though if anyone wants to speculate about what would happen if they went together i will NOT complain#i don't even know what's going on with the tenses in this post i'm sorry#//#jeeves and wooster#reginald jeeves#bertie wooster#dracula#do i need to tag dracula spoilers?#sure there are some people new to receiving letters from our good friend jonathan harker#here it is just in case:#dracula spoilers#i have done my due diligence
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holding hands || hazbin/helluva boss x reader
With Alastor, Lucifer, Husk, Angel Dust, Vox, Blitz, Loona, and Striker
tags: fluff, shy!gn!reader and implied masc for Angel 💕 crushing/mutual pining, pre-established relationships, blitz's relationship/intimacy issues (but we gonna get that healthy growth we need), striker's is a bit suggestive!
Alastor
You weren't sure the barrier of touching Alastor would ever be something that would be crossed and you told yourself that you didn't mind. You chose to revel in the moments of when he sought out affections and physical closeness be it dancing or if he suddenly tugs you in to tell you something. Alastor is not very privy to other people's space and Heaven forbid someone enter his without permission. Quite the contradiction.
Now, if he notices you're purposely not trying to give him any sort of touch or affection, he will get rather annoyed. You, darling, are the only one who he doesn't mind touching him. Has he expressed this? No. Will he? Maybe. Did he expect you to be able to read his mind? Quite possibly.
Alastor hoped to have made a smoother transition rather than just outright grasping your hand. Even he seemed surprised by his own action, static feedback chirping from him. His ears flick and the slightest sliver of a blush creeps from beneath his suit collar.
"I don't mind if it's you, dearest. I... I don't detest your touch as much as the others." Alastor clears his throat, his large hand briefly covers your smaller one. Giving your hand a little squeeze, he stands abruptly and disappears into shadow and darkness.
You'd never seen Alastor embarrassed before. How cute.
Lucifer
He's a pretty affectionate guy, especially once he's comfortable around you! His heart warms as you mindlessly play with your fingers, eyes looking everywhere but at him. The more you feel his stare, the more the blush darkens on your face.
"Take it easy there, sweetling," Lucifer's soft tone eases your senses. Pressing a light kiss to your forehead, he pulls back. He offers his hand, palm upwards, giving you time to back away. His gentle smile deepens when you slip your hand in his, his thumb brushing along your knuckles. Tugging you to his side gently, your shoulders brushing, you continue on the sidewalk towards Hell's finest local café.
Husk
While not one for PDA, Husk doesn't mind affection behind closed doors. Preferably out of sight of anyone who may mock and tease him for it.
He didn't however expect you to be sitting on his bed, thumbs lightly pressing into the center of his paw watching his claws go from being exposed and then retracting thanks to your gentle manipulations. He snorts lightly, as silly as you were, he couldn't be mad at your fascination.
"You're lucky you're cute, hun. If you were anyone else I may not be as nice as I am with ya." Husk smirks. Maintaining complete eye contact, you raise his paw to your lips and give it a soft kiss, grinning as Husk jolts with a huffy mrow. "Sneaky brat," he sighs, falling back on his bed with an arm over his eyes.
Angel Dust
You want to hold his hand? Which one, babe? He's got six! :) Angel is understanding of your shy nature, though he hopes you'll be able to be more bold with him in the future. He won't pressure you, of course, but he wants you to know that you can trust him. That he is capable of taking things slow.
"Is this okay?" Angel asks, softly grasping your hand in his gloved one. When you make no move to pull from his touch, a happy wobbly smile wiggles onto his face. He lightly leans his cheek against the top of your head, a brief sign of his affection. He can snuggle you more later, but for now, he wants to enjoy the day with his favorite person.♡
Vox
Intimacy of all sorts isn't foreign to him, but he's not used to someone so good, so pure. And he's certainly not used to that attention being directed at him. Any time you touch him, even if you only accidentally brushed past him, it leaves him buzzing. Craving for something more. He wants your sweet smile to be directed at him and him alone. It takes everything in Vox not to scream when you give his hand a small squeeze only to pull back, muttering apologies. Soon, he's reaching for you again, taking your hand in his.
"I didn't say that I hated it." Vox whispered in an uncharacteristically soft way. His eyes flicker up to your face, then back to see where his hand has dwarfed yours. With his free hand falling to your hip, lightly stroking circles there, he pulls you to stand between his legs. Your other arm slides to rest on his shoulder as his clawed hand curls around the back of your knee. Intimate but not forceful. There's no aggression in his movements. Including your head towards him, even sitting down he's much taller than you. Vox's eyes hold a silent question, one that you answer with that smile he loves so much and a nod, and his lips press to yours with your hands still joined.
Blitzø
Romantic gestures are a big deal for him. Big in the way that he struggles with them, but that he doesn't want it to be something that holds him back. Familial and platonic he understands, but Blitz is pretty damned confused with the fact that you want to even be near someone like him. He doesn't want to inadvertently hurt you by acting how he does. He doesn't wanna fuck up, but goddammit, he really does want to be near you. He wants to be able to give you everything you could need and more, he just doesn't know how. How to unfuck himself.
"Sl-slow," Blitz's voice betrays him with a crack and he swallows thickly, taking your hand in his. Ever grateful that you're the ones in I.M.P right now. This is different. Intimate. He's shaky, palms sweaty. His brain feels foggy and it's suddenly hotter than normal. He feels dizzy and like the floor may break beneath his feet and swallow him whole. The second you start to withdraw, he's tugging you back to him with a soft, raspy, "No."
Facing him now, your other hand slides up to his. Both your palms are pressed together. Blitz keeps his gaze on the floor, unable to help how fidgety he feels, even as he laces your fingers together, and leans his head onto your shoulder. He's not gonna let you pull away. Not yet. Please...
Loona
Lighting up a cigarette, Loona leans her back against a wall of some dingy alleyway in the human world. You had chosen to wait with her, both dressed in your human disguises, hoping that any second Blitz and M&M would return with the mission completed. Your sole purpose tonight had been to guard Stolas's grimoire and open the portal when everyone was ready to return home.
Blowing her smoke towards the sky, Loona hummed softly. "At least it's a nice night, huh?" She smiles lightly, grateful her tail was hidden in this form when you leaned against the wall beside her. You looked great; you always did.
A vast blue sky with billions of twinkling stars smiled down on you two. It was a nice change of pace from the hellish red glow of your home. This particular area of Earth was quiet. Peaceful, even. Nodding your head you smile at her, Loona swallows.
Her pinky finger lightly brushed your own, a gentle startled gasp leaving you. But you smile, albeit shyly, your hand taking hers. Not many words were exchanged, none needed to be. Just Loona smoking her cigarette and looking up at the stars.
Striker
Ain't you just the cutest little thing? You think he doesn't notice how worked up and shy you get when he's just finished wrangling in some dinner, with his bare, sweaty muscles on display. It's a direct, unvoiced invite for only you and yet you haven't taken him up on anything yet. Why?
"You scared of me, sugar?" Striker drawls, flicking his cigar butt into the dirt and crushing it with the heel of his boot. You look up at him with those big, beautiful doe eyes and adamantly shake your head that you weren't. "Then what is it, darlin'? Spit it out." He smirks, gold tooth glinting.
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Cheeks heating, you gnaw on your lower lip. "I'd like to hold your hand." Striker blinks, clearly taken aback. That's it? You're getting so worked up like a nervous virgin begging for a thick cock because you want to... Hold his hand? He stops himself from laughing, he can tell that it's really bothering you. Heaving a sigh, Striker plops down beside you. Pulling you into his lap, his arms slide around your waist and he offers both his hands to you. He hides his reddening face at your back, the sound of his blood rushes in his ears, unable to focus on anything but how soft your hands are. And how well they fit into his. "Jus' do it then, they're yours to touch, ain't they?"
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Like, in an abstract way, sure, it is a nice thought, but the reality of things simply is that I would find it extremely frustrating
#mytext#(--_--)#having to check up on someone every day having them all up in your business and all that... nah man#i'm team ''we're cool even if we haven't interacted at all in weeks'' stuff like that just isn't for me#also due to the state of Things i just don't think i could get emotionally invested in someone even if i actually wanted to#and. idk. obviously i Know how a healthy relationship is supposed to be but uhhh. i'm aware that i grew up with a terrible example seeing#as my parents should have never been together but still i Did always see two people who during the good days basically only lived together#and idk. whatever undiagnosed thing i've got going on on a psychological level certainly is the primary reason for my self isolation#tendencies and general unwillingness to get involved with people but at the same time i can't deny that that + the general circumstances#of my upbringing had an influence too. so like. yeah healthy relationships are built on communication trust emotional involvement and all#but the thought of Me putting myself in that spot is. uhm.#and even *me* aside it just would not be fair to the other person. imagine being with someone who thinks you're a chore... nah#i've got too much shit to work through before i can even begin to seriously consider it#like it's not about me thinking that i'm Unlikeable or anything it's about me being aware that i'd be a shit partner
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People always talk about how Laios is a character who gives fat vibes even if he isn't technically fat in canon which is very true, and I have some thoughts on that!! (this will be a long post lol sorry)
There's a lot of material in the dunmeshi extras that show how fatness factors into dungeon exploration, which shows that only the most skilled adventurers are able to keep weight on while in the dungeon (thank you to @savaralyn2 for the translations! links to the individual posts these panels come from are added on the pics):
So we know, at the very least, that most of the characters are kept thinner than they would be naturally through the strain of death/revivification in the main dungeon. We also see that Laios has some fat on him, which through the text means that he's skilled enough to at least keep some of his weight (which makes sense, he doesn't die very often in canon).
(to be clear this ^ doesn't constitute as "fat," he is built as fuck here he just has some fat on his body which shows his prowess as a fighter in this universe)
HOWEVER my personal little pet theory/headcanon is that Laios actually has a difficult relationship with food! I know that doesn't make much sense at first since he's shown to eat a lot in canon, but hear me out.
In pre-canon, before he reunited with Falin, he's shown to be extremely gaunt:
But after partnering up with Falin, he gains weight and looks much more healthy very quickly. Part of this is definitely because of his unstable living situation/mental illness, but he and Falin still live in very poor conditions after this and he still manages to gain weight/get healthier, so I believe it's mainly due to her making sure he eats enough.
We also know that Laios is. most certainly autistic. Nobody argue with me on that it's like pretty much widely accepted as canon for a lot of reasons lmao. So my theory is that he's actually food sensitive. He's shown to not really care about food that isn't monster-related. Even when he eats regular food, he's usually imagining it being a monster instead.
He has never eaten squid before, which is totally normal, but could also support my theory in a way :P it being a monster still can't save it from the autistic sensory bad experience in this case, though.
So I think that his adventurous eating during the course of the story isn't because he's actually an adventurous eater normally, it's purely because of his special interest (monsters, duh). During his journey to recover Falin, he's able to build up a healthier relationship with food through Senshi's guidance and the involvement of his special interest.
By the end of the story, after he's retired from dungeon exploration and living in comfort/safety, and with his newly healthy diet, he's finally able to gain a lot more weight. Imo, his is a story of someone who's naturally meant to be fat, but is only able to reach that point when in a stable and healthy environment.
(for the record I know he's not that fat in this post canon comic, but this is only a year and a bit after the end of the story so there's still time lol)
alright I'm goin back to drawing now just had to infodump for a minute ✌️ keep it sleazy
#lyla's talking again#this is all probably common fanon but I just wanted to type out my specific thoughts on it lol#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi spoilers#delicious in dungeon spoilers#laios touden#long post#CW disordered eating
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Five AM
Warnings: none, reader has like 4 kids.
It’s been 8 months, will the kids remember me? Will my wife hate me for not having any communication? That is all Simon can think. He’ll certainly be surprised when he sees a new baby in your arms. Just two weeks old
It’s five am, and all four of your kids are awake, including the newest edition, a little two-week-old baby girl, girl number 4. You found out only weeks after Simon left and he was cut off from communication. You didn’t know when he’d be home or if he'd be home.
You did it all by yourself. Your oldest did help the best she could but she was only 8, she couldn’t do everything that Simon could but it was better than nothing. The littlest was born a month early, but to your hopes and prayers, she was as healthy as could be. She came home a few days after she was born.
This morning though, you were overwhelmed and stressed. You didn’t know if Simon was alive or dead, and if he was alive, what would he think of his fourth little girl? The kids screamed around you as they chased one another, who has energy this early in the morning?
You stand in the kitchen holding the crying baby who for the life of her, wouldn’t stop crying. You bounced her in your arms as you start to cry yourself. You don't know how much longer you can deal with Simons job. It's about time he does down. You needed more help now with the fourth but you didn't want to seem selfish, he did love his work.
Little do you know, Simon is on the other side of the front door. He too had his worries, would his kids remember him? Would you hate him for having zero communication? What if things changed?
But all of that is wiped away when he hears the screaming of kids inside and running footsteps all around. It was never a dull moment in the Riley house. He opens the doors and there’s running feet circling back around to the front door, they all stop and stare at Simon for a moment, “DADDY!” They all scream running into his arms.
They all push him down with their force, climbing all over him telling him how much they missed him, and kissed his masked face multiple times before one of them eventually rips it off, but he hears one say something about a baby, then he hears a baby crying.
Your ears perk up when your girls yell daddy, and how their running ceased and all of them yelling together, your eyes tear up more, he’s home.You walk to the front room to see Simon laying on the floor with the girls sitting all over him laugh and giggling. You see the smile on his face, he’s really home.
Eventually the girls get up, “wanna see new baby sister?” The youngest ask.
Simon looks up and sees your red teared face. You smile at him, but he can see the exhaustion behind it. He looks over your body, he sees your wearing one of his large t-shirts and slippers, you looked like you’ve just given birth. His suppositions are right when he sees the bottom of the “fancy underwear” as you say.
“Simon,” you say quietly rocking the baby who has now quieted down. He stands up and walks to you, his towering body looking down at the newborn. You don’t notice the tears falling, you are too shocked to see Simon in front of you.
“Mommy? Why you crying?” The middle child asked.
You snap back into reality, rubbing away the tears as you see Simon has his eyes fixed on the newest addition, “mommy is just really happy daddy is home.” You finally say with a few sniffles.
The kids shrug and run away leaving just the three of you, “what’s her name?” Simon asked you.
You smile, relieved he isn't angry. “Emma, I remember you saying you liked it when I was pregnant with our last little.” You say as you look down at her, she sleeps peacefully now. “Wanna hold her?” You ask Simon. He nods and gently takes her from your embrace and rocks her softly as she stirred awake.
Simon smiles at her, looking up at you and he sees the love and adoration in your eyes as you watch him hold his fourth little girl, you smile, but he sees how tired you are. It is now only five-thirty in the morning.
“Go back to sleep. I’m home now, your not alone anymore. And I don’t want you getting out of bed, you need to heal.” He tells you.
You hold yourself with your arms and nod your head feeling emotional again, “how long until you leave again?” You whisper. You knew his line of work and that his calls could be unpredictable, but this last deployment messed you up, he can’t leave you again.
He sees a few tears slip, “I’m retiring love,” he tells you wiping away a tear with his thumb. Your eyes brighten at those words. You hug him as tight as you could with the baby in his arms. “I’m gonna send the kids over to the neighbors for the night, just us three. You can fill me in on what I’ve missed.” You nodded in his shoulder.
“Lyssa says she has a boyfriend.” You start with information.
“What? She’s only eight!” Simon speaks and you giggle taking the little one with you as you carefully walk up the stairs to your room.
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