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verysium · 5 months

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PLEASE DO BLUE LOCK ICKS IM BEGGING🙏😭🌹

😏 coming right up anon. gonna channel my inner critic and not hold back on any of these.

RIN

brother complex. not much else to say except that he needs to get a life. not everything is about metaphorically crushing your older brother's dreams and brooding in the dark hate of retribution.

competitive but only because he is a desperate whore for external validation. ignores everyone but craves the attention of a sole person named sae itoshi. was defeated by isagi once and has never let go of it since. has a one-track mind that is impossible to derail. stubborn when he wants to be.

probably a virgin and will continue to be one until his late 30s.

has not known a single day of peace ever since sae ditched him for the popular girlies. as a result, he has developed a very concerning case of social awkwardness. his idea of a conversation involves a brick wall and thirty minutes of you staring at his resting bitch face. constantly looks like that one grumpy cat meme. judges you for your poor decisions but then gets aggressively defensive when you point out his own mistakes.

reeks of so much teen angst that even metallica can't save him. the problem is that he has nothing to back up his emo persona. his insults lack creativity and, unfortunately for him, phrases like "lukewarm" and "half-baked" and "hell" do not make his words carry more weight. uses the f-word but in the most embarrassing context that it makes you facepalm and internally cringe.

SAE

zero social awareness. this boy's head is empty. the lights are not on up there. there are no picture frames or furniture. the curtains are drawn, and there is not a sliver of clouds or sunshine. cannot read body language and does not know what a filter is.

the source of all of rin's stress. he is the original trauma projector, creator of generational cycles. not even subtle about it. "turns out i was wrong. i thought japan was incapable of ever giving birth to decent forwards." sir....with the way you worded that, you knew exactly what you were doing when you gave rin false hope.

swears but it's even worse than his brother. literally called his elders a "fatso and bob cut duo" and "insect turd." i mean....there is a line between what is considered a legitimate burn and what is a first grader making up insults in his coloring book.

has a horrible haircut and no fashion taste. i already talked about this previously, but it was so bad it deserved a second mention.

a freak but tries to justify it rationally. like what do you mean you can tell a person's athletic ability from their buttock size? just admit you have a kinky fetish already.

somewhat of a coward but i'm gonna give him some leniency due to his tragic child genius backstory. tbh he's just an eighteen-year-old boy who needs a goddamn break.

KAISER

alexa please play clown music. this man sets himself for failure and then wallows in self-pity when he actually fails. like what did you expect? you knew what was going to happen the moment you challenged isagi like that. it was most definitely your fault you got violently humbled.

has a borderline god complex (currently calls himself an emperor but has not evolved into a deity yet.) unfortunately, he does not stand on business. cue the dramatic meltdowns when he realizes there is an actual gap between his ability and his reputation. if you're going to lie, at least make it believable.

insecure and mentally unstable. he probably cuts and re-dyes his hair every single time shit happens. no wonder his locks get shorter every time.

lazy when it comes to anything that is not football and expects others to do it for him. demands princess treatment wherever he goes. unfortunately, not all of us have servants with no self-respect like ness.

"it is not enough that i should succeed, others should fail" type of person.

does not wear shoes and even if he does, it's sandals. put them grippers away.

NAGI

a literal sloth who has so much potential but uses none of it. has no intrinsic motivation of his own, so if he's going to do anything, it has to be you behind the wheel, making sure he gets put to work.

does not have a close relationship with his parents, and so he has no sense of community, holidays, or traditions. no fun at all if you want him to do things like christmas shopping or birthday celebrations.

rots in bed all day and then has to nerve to ask you to carry him around. your back better be strong because his 190 cm body is not going to be light.

not loyal (need i say more.)

REO

second male lead syndrome. also known as that one popular guy who's always picked last.

acts like a victim but then when you realistically tell him to how to change his situation he refuses to do so. you cannot ask for advice and then take none of it to heart. no wonder you're still not over your ex.

"i can fix him" mentality. no, you can't. you are a seventeen-year-old child, not a licensed therapist and nagi isn't even all that.

NESS

touch-starved to the point he will stay in a toxic and abusive relationship in order to gain some scrap of affection. just because you were the black sheep of your family does not mean you can lose all sense of personal dignity.

probably stalks all the people he hates. has a burn book like regina george from mean girls. cuts out and glues little pictures of kaiser all over his bedroom. doodles hearts all over it with glittery gel pen. isagi's face and name are scratched out of every team photo.

delusional and prone to mood swings. medicated but at this point, he is beyond saving.

ISAGI

a home wrecker. has ruined more relationships than he can count on ten fingers yet still manages to smile like he's some angelic saint.

solves jigsaw puzzles for a living (not very cool if you ask me.)

has some unresolved anger management issues. probably repressed all his negative feelings when he was younger, so it all comes out when he's on the field. unfortunately, his twilight-sparkle-friendship-is-magic agenda is not going to work if he keeps cussing out his teammates like that. but then again, he is the main character, so i guess his plot armor makes up for his pitfalls.

says that he's a good guy but then holds personal vendettas against rivals he doesn't like. boy was so ready to throw hands when #kaisagi was trending on the internet. but when you actually think about, he's similar to kaiser in more ways than he'd like to admit.

BAROU

has the worst case of high and mighty "holier-than-thou" attitude. isagi put his ego in check, but it still peeks out from time to time.

he was the ugliest baby when he was born. i am not going to hold back on the child barou slander because it is true. no, he was not a cute and lovable bundle of joy. he looked like a demonic gremlin.

he needs to take more risks in life and try cross-dressing. simply imagining him in a maid uniform will not suffice. it needs to be made into a reality.

with how nit-picky he is, i doubt people can realistically stay within a 1-meter radius around him. unless you are a clean freak yourself, his constant complaints will start to get annoying after a time. even if he does have good intentions, he needs to let people have a little breathing room sometimes. a messy room is not going to kill you.

BACHIRA

this boy's brain is smooth. no folds. no gray matter. no intelligence either. his pencil and eraser have been left untouched since day one. if he wasn't crazily good at football, he would be unemployed and homeless in the future. not even a mcdonald's wants him.

one of those people who will do the literal opposite of whatever you say. you want him to stop talking? well, now he's never going to shut up. you tell him not to step on a pile of dog shit? well, now he's going to walk right into it. you want him to quit running around and act normal? well, now it's his life's mission to make you as annoyed as possible. please pray for your hair follicles because at the end of the day, you're not going to have many left with how much he makes you want to tear your hair out.

has the cerebral capacity of a toddler. if he thinks monsters are real, he's going to think anything is real. super gullible when it comes to any form of scam, ploy, or trickery. the only way he would not be fooled is if he's also played the same prank before.

SHIDOU

a brazen pervert. says the most out-of-pocket things and refuses to apologize for them. sometimes it comes out a little too sleazy for your liking.

"to me a goal is fertilization! a shot is the seed and the goal is the egg!! and the birth of that joy i call an explosion!! my genes are gonna knock you up!" let us give ourselves a moment of silence to digest this quote. only shidou ryusei would come up with a sperm and egg metaphor to describe football. (i guess protection means nothing to him.)

has no empathy. if you dislike him or cannot keep up with him, you're a literal nobody in his books. no sportsmanship. no compassion. no self-awareness.

you cannot say "balls" to him in a serious tone without him misinterpreting it as something dirty. that alone should tell you enough. stay the hell away from him.

where do men get the audacity? right here. from this little bastard. he invented the term "shameless slut." boy was getting off during the u-20 arc and on live TV too. no wonder sae said he was disgusting.

and finally, he comes from a long line of cockroaches. he's even got the antennae to prove it.

i think this might have been a little excessive, but i have no regrets about it. you're welcome anon ♡

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ppumeonae-bigvibe · 4 months

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seventeen's reaction to you texting them "i'm tired."

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pairing: boyfriend! seventeen x gn! reader

a/n: merry new year to all my readers, here's my last post for this year (i moved my 1st jan post to today just so i could say this lol)

,, for those who have been supporting me through 2023, thank you all so much <3 let's step into a beautiful 2024 together !

scenario 1:

you: i'm tired. him: *missed call* him: pick up the phone him: *2 missed calls* him: where are you? i'm coming over

⤷ seungcheol, seungkwan, chan

whether you were having a tough time physically, emotionally or even mentally, these boyfies want (no, absolutely needed) to see you for themselves, to see that you were truly okay

are the types to have your texts as high priority notifications: if you didn't pick up immediately they would try and try and try until they get through you because they are so worried for you

their minds would be racing and all thoughts of rationality might just be thrown out of the window; they are scrambling to get their keys/ bus pass or whatever mode of transport they are taking and they will be at wherever you are, no matter how late

if it was physical tiredness, then you best believe they will be at your beck and call, anything to help you unwind/ relax

if it was something more mentally or emotionally taxing, they will hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings into your ears, reassuring you all while comforting you

scenario 2:

you: i'm tired. him: what happened? want to talk about it? i'm here for you, okay? i don't know what's going on but if anything please talk to me. if not...should i come over? if you don't want to text we can call too. don't be alone right now, let me share your burdens with you, let me be your strength. him: even if not today, then tomorrow, or whenever you are ready. i'll be here waiting for you.

⤷ jeonghan, joshua, wonwoo, jihoon, myungho, dokyeom

sweet loving boyfies like these would send you paragraphs after paragraphs of affirmations

respects your personal space ! but is antsy and wishes they could do something for you; definitely would be thinking about your text the entire time until you reply to them

as soon as you start texting back, they are putting down everything to reply to you, letting you talk and reading your messages carefully before texting you their hearts truest intentions

or if you call them back, same thing ! they will stop whatever they are doing so that they can listen to you, and will even switch on their video cams so that you can see them

in the case whereby you want to meet up, they will find you at their soonest availability and get you over to theirs so that you two can have a private, cozy space to talk

scenario 3:

you: i'm tired. him: let's go get something nice to eat ~

⤷ soonyoung, junhui, mingyu, vernon

these silly goofy boyfies probably mistook the text and attributed it to physical tiredness; they would probably be struggling to write a response and hence would reply a lot later ("did you mean tired or like tired tired or like..." is what is going through their heads)

surely decided to bait you to come out so they can talk to you (and to make sure you aren't alone too)

take it as a distraction ! they only want to make sure you're comfortable and they want to shower you with all their attention and love; they don't want to bring your focus to how tired you were

not good texters but good do-ers (does this make sense?) they will show to you how much they care for you through their actions

#ppumeonae-bigvibe #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen joshua #seventeen junhui #seventeen jihoon #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen seokmin #seventeen mingyu #seventeen minghao #seventeen seungkwan #seventeen vernon #seventeen chan

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icannot3 · 6 months

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"Enough"

(Peter Maximoff x reader)

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

I did something a little different with this one, I hope you guys like it! :)

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Fire. There is a fire lit inside of him that burns hotter with each passing moment. It’s in his lungs- his legs. It only drives him to move faster with each long stride. He almost leaps across the dark halls.

Peter's mind has become a frenzied wasteland with your safety knowingly at stake. Moments before he had been notified by the team that you'd been left behind. He didn't wait for the next planned course of action. Charles's voice is soft in his head. "Peter, you need to be rational. This is not how we go about things. Stop at once, and please return."

Unluckily for the Professor, Peter does not view this matter as one that consecutively needs agreed on. He's hightailing it through the perimeter, scouting every crevice of the large building. Only after his breath falls short and his legs physically can no longer move from the exhaustion does he slow.

The walls are shaking, and the foundation of the building is slowly crumbling. He knows it's only a matter of time before the place is a complete pile of ash. The idea of you covered in the debris leaves him far more winded than the running.

No. He won't allow it.

With a newfound level of incentive, he whips through the premises once more. Peter is screaming your name, hoping you can hear him from wherever you may be knowing that you're going to be okay.

"Peter. Stop. You need to come back. This is just putting you both in danger." Charles is much louder now, his urgency appearant. Suddenly, every muscle in his body contracts and locks up in a still position. He's left paralyzed in an upright position. His heart hammers in his chest uncontrollably. "I do not want to resort to force, Peter."

Tears are welling up in his eyes now. Nothing is in his control. His breath shutters. Peter's movements become his own once more as the Professor releases him. There's a loud crashing noise, and a large piece of ceiling falls to the ground. But he couldn't care less. Instead of escaping, he simply slumps to the ground defeatedly.

"You just don't get it, do you, Professor?" He runs his gloved hand through his hair. "You have no clue what it's like living your entire life as a screw up." He blinks, grimacing as he imagines Charles hearing him now. Peter's glad he can't see the knowing look on his face, as if he possibly understands the issue beyond digging through the secrets in his mind. "Don't act like you do. Ah! The life of Peter Maximoff, the fastest man alive, yet can't seem to make it on time to spill the beans to dear old dad! Irony, right?"

If Charles even bothered to respond, Peter surely can no longer hear anything but his raging thoughts. "I mean, I can outrun time, dodge bullets, even grab a snack mid-rescue, but admit to Magneto that I'm his son? Now, that's a marathon I can't seem to finish. "

He throws his hands in the air, now hysterical. "Oh, but for such a pathetic guy, I gotta have some sort of redeeming quality, right? Maybe I can save the girl! But it appears that the love of my life is in danger, and I can't even do that. Yippie. That's me, Peter Maximoff! Always a step ahead, yet always a step behind."

He stands, wiping his face off with his hands. In the midst of the chaos, there came a silence. A silence so profound, it seemed to swallow up the world around him. No witty retorts, no bursts of speed, just him and his thoughts. It was as if the world had come to a standstill, leaving him trapped in the slow crawl of introspection. In this moment, he is completely and utterly as alone as he has always felt.

The clamor of the world fades into a distant hum, replaced by the deafening echo of his own heartbeat. Everything around him blurs, details lost in a sea of uncertainty. His breath catches in his throat, a silent plea for a respite that wouldn't come.

Suddenly, like a lightning bolt, clarity strikes Peter. Self-deprecation won't save you. His gaze hardens, determination replacing the fear. The world comes rushing back, the noise, the chaos, all of it. But now, he's not drowning in it. He's using it, channeling it.

His feet move before he even realizes it, each step a silent promise to himself. He won't let you down. Not this time. The world blurs around him as he picks up speed, everything else falling away until there's only one thing left, the one thing that matters - you.

Peter's heart pounds in his chest, not from fear, but anticipation. The rubble slowly crashes behind him as the building nears its demise. He searches high and low, not wasting a single second.

There's a sound. It's so faint that he almost misses it entirely. But he sprints towards its direction, leading him outside of the building. There you are, limping away from the structure that in Peter's mind is slowly toppling over and is about to crush you. In your injured state, it's been made impossible to escape. Luckily, he swoops in at the perfect moment to catch and pull you away.

Relief washes over him, sending chills through his body from the intensity. You're both coughing from the inhalation of dust that has soiled the fresh air. He could care less and only pulls you to him tighter. He can feel your strong heartbeat. The previous fear and doubt he felt all began to melt away. It's replaced by a sense of accomplishment, knowing that despite everything he saved you.

He's pressing kisses to your brow, consoling you as much as he can. With a sigh of relief, he finally lets go of the guilt that had been gnawing at him. He has proven to himself that he is capable, that he is enough. And in that moment, he finds closure. He's no longer the boy who can't act fast enough. He's the hero who did.

#evan peters #peter maximoff #x men #peter maximoff x reader #quicksilver #angst #fluff #good ending

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holywizardheart · 1 year

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Astrology observations part 15

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🌷Having a moon in the 3rd house can mean that you can’t live without interaction. Like you constantly need people’s validation or support. I noticed that they always need someone to talk to or discuss several topics.

🌷My observation about this moon placement is they love cars. In astrology, 3rd house can mean what type of car you prefer or how you drive. And I noticed that they just love discovering car brands or learning new information.

🌷Next, it’s Saturn in the 3rd house. Wherever your Saturn is placed gives restriction or issues with the sphere. So 3rd house is about connecting with people as we know. Also, how do we assimilate information and how do we explain it to other people. Besides, it can show our style of communication. Having Saturn in the 3rd house can give issues with expressing yourself with words. You can have so many ideas or different opinions but you’re scared of criticism and judgements. And this is the main reason why you have to work on your insecurities or difficulties. All people have their complexes and we must deal with the source of the problem.

🌷3rd house in Leo people is very fun to talk to. They can be a little loud or distractive. They know how to attract people’s attention. Good at joking or have a good humour. People love being around them because it’s fascinating.

🌷3rd house in Capricorn people is the serious talkers or discussers. They have a responsible approach to everything. When they talk all the people always are listening to them because it’s very important. Logical and rational thinkers. Also, I noticed that they’re really good at solving problems and have a pessimistic approach to life. People respect them and follow their advice.

🌷3rd house in Scorpio people don’t like talking especially in public. I wouldn't call them very sociable and friendly. Very careful with personal information and don’t share secrets just like that. Carefully choose the words before what to say.

🌷3rd house in Virgo honestly I have this. So for me, it’s really hard to express what is inside my head. I often have anxiety when I’m speaking my mind or discussing something. I worry a lot and sometimes I care what people think. As we know Virgo is ruled by Mercury and that speaks for itself. Anxiety and overthinking regularly pursue me.

🌷Gemini in the 3rd house they definitely have good communication skills from what I noticed. It's all thoughts connecting from one to another very quickly and they're pretty darn good at articulating them too. It's very fast, very alert, very creative, and very eloquent.

🌷Neptune in the 8th house can mean you may think that something bad will happen in the future. It can even appear as paranoia or haunting thoughts. Also, this does not happen on purpose, they just arise by themselves. You imagine how the situation is turning for the worse.

#astro community #astrology #astro observations #3rd house #saturn in the 3rd house #moon in the 3rd house #capricorn #leo #scorpio #virgo #neptune in 8th house #gemini

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boomgun · 9 months

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Okay, I think the fandom is chilled out enough at this point to discuss in good faith and maturity how Edelgard has a tendency to rationalize working with people she hates while making enemies with people she likes/loves. I think this is a bad habit, but certainly one developed as a survival mechanism.

Just, imagine being Claude von Reigan staring at the Spare Or Kill bar over your head thinking "Duke Aegir gets house arrest and I get exile or execution??? Life is not fair." Or Dimitri thinking about how exile is not even an option for him, but Thales is still breathing. It is hilarious, in a tragic way.

Welcome to the Expanded Universe of Insane Edelgard Analysis where all of you who read my little analysis on Edelgard and Faith are going to get a completely inversed statement on Edelgard! So, to disclaimer, Edelgard is certainly more idealistic than cynical, although she would likely argue she is a realist (LOL), but she certainly has tendencies to dip into fatalism and such as. Edelgard thinks violence is inveitable, she sees a continent that Seiros reforged with violence, that was broken earlier by Nemesis's violence, and has been subverted by the violence of TWSITD and the nobility. Edelgard is willing to take up the tools of her enemies because she thinks this is the only way to play the game (how metatextual of her). She is driven by her ideals to win this game and make something better of it at the end, but it is still a grim reality to just accept as inevitable.

I think it boils down to Edelgard's dislike of losing control over things. Edelgard is working with people she hates, but they are people she has known for over half her life. She knows how they think, what makes them tick, what they want, all of that jazz. At this point, their naked self interest and penchant for atrocity do not surprise her (often, at least). Claude and Dimitri might seem like good people, Edelgard might be able to work with them, but in her mind her course was set years ago and she cannot go jeopardizing or even altering her plans on unknown variables. Edelgard does not know how they think, she often assumes the worst of them when they offer her any kind of laurel because assuming the worst has worked for her so far. This is not to say what she did was right, by the by, just to understand what she was thinking. Because "I will court the favour of Adrestia's nobility (who I hate) and secretly cooperate with TWSITD (who I hate even more), but I will not work with Claude or Dimitri (who annoy me sometimes, but are clearly not evil)" is a chain of thought that requires a complex answer and an interesting one at that. I think it is reasonable to say that not making an alliance with Claude or Dimitri (we are operating strictly with Three Houses, I adore Three Hopes, but what is going on there would make this all the more complicated) was a miscalculation, at least. A miscalculation that led to a continental war, but hey this is what they mean by the games of mice and men.

It is just so tragic, I think, that Edelgard was prepared for a world choked with evil, expected corruption and cruelty wherever she looked, and there was so much of it, but what she was unprepared for was a few sparks of good outside her own. If the odds were more against her, if Claude and Dimitri were not there, if there really was no one else willing to change Fódlan besides Edelgard, I think she might have had a better chance of victory than in the canon sequence of events. Edelgard really did not account for being in a Fire Emblem game where the power of friendship is real and it can kill your enemies (or you, if you make enemies of your friends). It is really funny, in a really heartbreaking way.

#edelgard von hresvelg #fire emblem three houses

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naavispider · 1 year

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This just popped into my mind: one night while they were camping in the forest, one of the Recoms tells a scary campfire story. Something like: “here’s the true story of the monster that eats you if you think about it”, you know the type. The marines all know it’s for fun and play along, but Spider grew up in a culture where stories are a primary way of sharing history and information, and he thinks it’s FOR REAL. A few hours later in the middle of the night, Quaritch finds spider wide awake and scared out of his mind…

"Now, listen close. What I'm about to tell you is real, it happened, and it can happen to you, too. We’ve all heard the story of a spirit or a monster that hides in the dark and eats you if you've done wrong, but this is no story. It's not folklore, it’s not myth, and it sure as shit isn’t make believe."

Spider shifted closer to Wainfleet's low voice around the fire. He rolled his eyes at the corporal's drama, but a shiver ran down the back of his spine all the same. Z-dog was to his left, and Fike was to his right, both a few feet away with shadows flickering across their faces from the campfire, both grinning expectantly.

"Like all good close encounters, this one started when I was very young - probably about 5 or 6, when I used to stay at my Nana's house while my folks were off working. These were the days when every meal was rationed, and every breath of the dying Earth polluted your lungs. Nana was old, she was dying, but I liked her company. The only thing I didn't like was the strange scraping noise that used to come from her basement. I'd tell her constantly, but her hearing must have been completely busted because she never heard it. One evening, while she was upstairs, I decided to check it out. The steps down to the basement are steep, wooden, and creaky. I made it halfway down towards the heavy door when I heard the noise again. A slow, drawn out scrape, that sounded like fingernails on floorboards. I stopped. I didn't know if I could do it. My heart was pounding like nothing."

Spider suddenly felt his own heartbeat increase. He shuffled closer to Z-dog, suddenly not wanting his exposed back to face the darkness of the forest.

"Then... I heard another noise. This time, it was a quiet, agonising moan. I strained to listen closer - not sure if my ears were screwed on right. But then the volume increased. It sounded like it was coming towards the door at the bottom of the stairs. I froze. I couldn't move - paralysed with fear." Wainfleet paused for dramatic effect, eyeing everyone in the cicle. "The sound was like a dying animal, or perhaps a dying person. It sounded like the moans and cries of an old woman who'd lost her mind. It was getting closer... it was right behind the door... It was coming for me... I bolted. I'm not ashamed to say that I turned tail and ran straight back up the stairs. My legs couldn't carry me fast enough. Just as I reached the top, I turned back to look at the door... only to see... it was ajar."

Spider looked around at the other recoms, horrified at the way Wainfleet was telling this story. But wait, he'd said it wasn't a story. This really happened. No wonder the man became a marine - he had balls of steel.

Quaritch was staring into the trees, always aware of their surroundings. Mansk and Prager were leaning against each other, having paused their card game to listen in to Wainfleet's tale. Spider could see he was not the only one hooked. Nobody interrupted Lyle, so he carried on.

"That was my first encounter with the being, but it was far from my last. The week after that, my Nana died from heart failure. I never went back to her house. But the creature... or whatever it was... followed me throughout my life, wherever I went. When I was 12, and we moved to Chicago, when I was 19, training at base camp Nevada, when I was 23 in Vietnam... it followed me... always. The... thing... it chooses you, and once it does, there's no way you can shake it. Hell..." Wainfleet's grim eyes locked across the circle with Spider's scared ones. "Even here."

No one said anything, but Spider wasn't looking at anybody else. "You mean... on Pandora?"

Wainfleet held his stare for a moment, the firelight dancing in his large, yellow eyes, before chuckling darkly. "You bet your ass. This thing isn't confined in the physical realm. It doesn't need air to breath, food to eat, water to drink. I don't know if it hitched a ride with us on the ISV from Earth, or if it can just materialise anywhere, but one thing's for sure... it's here, and it's not let me go."

Spider suddenly felt bare - exposed. The air chilled his skin despite being a warm summer's evening. He crawled even closer to Z-dog, part of him wishing he could move right into her lap. He restrained himself, however.

"You can always tell it's near by the slow, grinding scratching it likes to make on surfaces... I've even heard it scratching the trees out here, just out of sight." Wainfleet's voice dropped even lower, and Spider had to lean in to hear what he said next. "It doesn't like when we talk about it."

A shudder tore its way through Spider's body, and he sucked in a deep breath as a gentle wind blew through the camp. Suddenly, the warmth from the fire seemed to be blown away in the breeze.

"That's enough Lyle, you'll fill his head with all kinds of bull," Quaritch interjected.

Spider bristled. He didn't need Quaritch stepping in, he wasn't five. Nevertheless, Spider felt unsettled as the talk turned to tomorrow's plans and later, one by one the recoms drifted off to sleep. Usually, Spider slept a little away from the others, preferring to find spot next to a rock or tree stump, even if the privacy it offered was only in his head. Tonight however, Spider didn't really fancy that. Try as he might, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Whatever Wainfleet had been talking about - that... thing - it seemed to be here. It could be watching them right now for all he knew. Spider liked to believe that Eywa wouldn't allow such an abomination on her world, but perhaps this creature was beyond her control. Wainfleet had said he'd heard it. Out here, in the forest.

He got up and walked quickly over to Quaritch's pack, grabbing the man's discarded jacket. He knew by now that he wouldn't get in trouble for using it whenever he liked. He threw it over his shoulders to warn off both the chill and the feeling of being watched by unknown eyes. He cast his eyes around for Quaritch - but the man was on watch duty, stationed a little further out of the camp, gripping his AR. He'd probably be there for another hour or so before swapping out.

Repressing his shiver, he found a comfortable spot nestled up next to the colonel's pack.

It took him a long time to get to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he felt the unseen presence of Wainfleet's stalking monster, pressing in on him from the darkness that surrounded the camp. Who knew where it was now. He simply couldn't get comfortable, imagining it lurking out in the forest, waiting for the moment to strike... scratching its claws on each tree it clung to.

Every noise echoed in the quiet. Every snap of a twig from a roaming Pale, every buzz of a Shimmyfly as it floated uncaringly over the camp, Fike's gentle rumbling snores - it all seemed as loud as an engine roaring as Spider lay thinking about Wainfleet's story. Eventually, it got too much. Spider was never getting to sleep like this.

He groaned a frustrated sigh, sitting up against the pack and looking to see if anybody else was awake who might lend him a tablet. He needed something to take his mind off everything, but no one was up. He considered nudging Z-dog awake, but he knew she'd kill him. He wrapped his arms around his legs and brought his knees up to his chin, pulling Quaritch's jacket around him tighter.

"Kid?"

Quaritch's voice made him jump. He twisted around to see the colonel coming towards him.

"Why are you still up?" the recom asked, concern layering his voice.

Spider shrugged, turning back to stare at the dying fire.

"Hmm," Quaritch murmured. "Wainfleet's tall tales aren't getting to you, are they?"

Spider frowned at the embers. How could they not? "That shit's horrible..." he grumbled, unwilling to admit how horrific it sounded to be stalked by a sadistic, fiendish being.

"Spider..." Quaritch began, sitting down heavily next to Spider on the moss. "You... you know that story wasn't... real, right?"

Spider flinched as if burned. What did Quaritch mean? He tried to arrange his features into an uncaring, cool outer exterior, desperately hoping he wasn't betraying the confusion he was currently experiencing. "Sure," he said evenly.

Quaritch eyed him knowingly. "That's just a scary story... something folks tell each other back home to pass the time."

"Pass the time?"

"Sure. It's entertaining. The aim is to scare the crap out of whoever's listening. The person that tells the scariest story wins."

"Are you serious?" Spider glanced up at Quaritch now, almost too embarrassed to seek eye contact, but needing the reassurance that there was no creepy monster waiting to grab him more.

Quaritch stared amusedly at him, clearly fighting some urge. "Deadly."

Spider couldn't help the sigh that escaped him when Quaritch's certainty became clear. "You got a tablet?" he asked to change the subject.

Quaritch's eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, but he pulled out the tablet from his pack and tapped in the passcode. He passed it to Spider knowingly and the boy went straight into the entertainment system, searching for one of his favourite cartoons.

Quaritch's heart warmed at the sight, and a sly smile spread slowly over his face. Raising a hand to ruffle the kid's hair, he murmured a soft comment about waking Mansk to relieve him of watch duty.

When he returned, Spider had laid down comfortable, eyes fixed on the tablet and quite at home in Quaritch's sleeping spot. Assessing the situation, Quaritch decided that the kid probably wouldn't mind if he lay down next to him. It was his spot after all.

He left a few feet between them, but even so, the pair had never slept in such proximity to each other before. He rolled over so he could watch Spider, but the kid was engrossed in his tablet. He seemed happier now Quaritch had enlightened him to Wainfleet's little game.

He smiled at the sight of his boy.

Meanwhile, Spider was immersed in Scooby Doo, more at ease than he had been all night. He knew Quaritch was lying nearby - he could sense the man's breathing, the rise and fall of his chest a few feet away. He could never admit it out loud, but he knew that the man's presence comforted him. Eventually, he felt his eyes start to droop, and the tablet slipped from his hand as sleep finally took him.

#spider socorro #spider miles socorro #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #recom wainfleet #one shot #may or may not be inspired by the fact i'm dreaming about scream VI a lot right now #featuring jack champion ofc #not that i've even seen it yet #anyway i loved this prompt #i didn't do a great job but I'm knackered #as usual LOL

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keesdarlin · 4 months

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☆// the night market

info! cayde-6 / fluff, ambiguous relationship + gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

notes! first draft on this account - kinda nerve-wracking! also my first time ever writing for cayde -- just a lot of firsts going on. i hope that this is a good way to get this account started. feel free to drop any requests into my inbox! (listen i'm also writing this like cayde never died just for my own peace of mind. i just can't really do that right now just pretend along with me. lil vaguely christmas-themed piece)

it's chilly. the cold bites right through the thinnest layers of your clothes - the ends of your sleeves that cover your knuckles. no armor tonight. it's nice, if you're being honest.

the atmosphere is bright, more festive than you're used to. old string lights hang overhead, swaying as people move about the tents, looking through wares for sale. people chatter away at stalls, haggling without too much seriousness. music plays from somewhere -- wherever it's coming from, you can't see it, but it sounds nice and calm and live. you can't remember the song exactly, but it's familiar. it puts you at ease in the crowd. you just stand in the middle of the hustle and bustle, watching. it's nice to disappear into the crowd every once in a while, to be an observer rather than a protector for just a moment. a reminder of what you're fighting for.

you hum to yourself, your ghost hovering over your shoulder as you watch the motion of the crowd. then you yelp, feeling a purposeful yet awkward nudge against your shoulder. you turn to confront whoever it is with one hand over your chest, the other flying to the carefully concealed holster at your hip, to be met with none other than cayde-6. you force your eyes shut for a second and focus on the exhale that follows, hand falling away from your holster. "you scared the light out of us, cayde!" your ghost cries, shell spinning anxiously.

when you open your eyes, your expression is fairly deadpan, unamused at the slight smile he cracks. "since when are you so jumpy?" he teases, holding a mug in each hand. "i got us some, uh, hot chocolates. isn't that what you do at these things?"

he hands you one awkwardly, twisting his wrist so that you would be able to grab it from the handle. the mugs are metal, well-worn and dented, but just the right temperature to warm your reddening fingertips. "since i'm not wearing any gear," you mutter, holding your mug close to your chest. "and you might wanna be a little more careful with scaring me. i could've shot you." you really did scare us, you know.

cayde scoffs, stuffing one of his hands in his pocket. "seriously? you're packing heat at this little christmas fair?"

silently, you lean into him with your hip leading, just enough for him to feel the pressure of your holster against his leg.

his eyebrows raise in realization. "oh. i stand corrected."

you shake your head, hiding a grin by sipping at your drink. you nod in approval, humming your thanks.

then it's quiet for a beat. your ghost dissipates back to wherever they go when they're not hovering over your shoulder (you try not to think about it too much; the rationalizations can get kind of freaky), and you and cayde are left people watching in the center of the hustle and bustle.

"what are you doing here anyways?" you ask over the edge of your cup, opting to watch a group of friends flit from stall to stall instead of looking over at him. "i thought you weren't coming."

"well, i wouldn't be a very good, uhm..." it's a strong start, but when he turns to look at you as he speaks it's like the wheels in his head start to struggle a little bit. he clears his throat, trying to get himself back on track. "i wouldn't be a very good friend if i let you come by yourself, would i?"

you laugh softly, and the sound is bright, cutting through the buzzing noise of the crowd. "so he does have honor," you tease, finally smiling at him. for a second it doesn't feel quite so cold outside. then your gaze aims straight again and the rest of the atmosphere comes back into focus. "no, you wouldn't be. i would have taken it very personally."

"that so?" cayde looks down at you, amused. his voice rumbles deep and hearty in his chest, like the crackling of a campfire. it feels safe, has you wondering why you thought to bring your sidearm in the first place. but then you remember that he's looking at you, waiting for your response.

"oh, absolutely," you chuckle, and it comes out just a touch too fast, but if he notices he doesn't say anything. just laughs along with you.

the air settles again, both of you sighing into your mugs. "would you like to walk a little bit?" he asks, pulling his free hand out of his pocket and gesturing down the aisle.

you smile, fully this time with teeth and all, and take a step forward. "sure, i'd love to."

so you go, weaving through people and looking through trinkets and laughing at little lighthearted incidents occurring on the periphery of the market, humming along to the music, one of you always close behind the other. and the part of you that thought this would probably be awkward falls silent.

"you know what would go great with this hot chocolate?" you ask over your shoulder, and the brush of his cape against yours tells you that he's coming around the corner of the tent after you.

"what would?"

"some cookies," you say, smiling even though he can't see you. "on me, of course, since you bought the hot chocolate." you turn back into the aisle, deciding that the tent's wares no longer interest you.

cayde scoffs, sounding almost shocked. "listen, kid, you don't have to-"

you glare playfully over your shoulder, following your nose down the aisle to a vendor selling sweet treats. "if it makes you feel better, we can say that i'm only getting you one so that i don't feel bad about getting two for myself. deal?"

and cayde laughs again, breath coming out in wispy puffs. "okay, sure. deal."

the line goes fairly quickly and in no time you hold three chocolate chip cookies, carefully handing one off to the exo man. "thanks," he says awkwardly.

you shake your head. "no problem."

both of you munch on your cookies for a moment before you abruptly look up at him again. "we've never hung out outside of work before," you say as though you're just realizing it.

cayde straightens up at the though. "oh... i guess we haven't really, huh?"

you shake your head.

"guess that makes sense seeing as we're both... always working..." he says shoulders slumping. gosh, how boring.

"do you want to do something?" you ask. "like do something, not just hang out at the market?"

"i, uhm. sure. yeah," he stammers.

you nod to yourself, starting off into the crowd. he scrambles to follow after you.

soon enough he finds the both of you in a bustling field a tiny bit away from the market. it's much more calm out here than in the market even in spite of the number of people around.

"you do this often?" he asks uncertainly, watching over your shoulder as you sit hunched over on the ground, decorating a paper lamp.

"do what often?" you reply, not looking up from whatever it is that you're drawing.

cayde gestures vaguely, floundering for a moment. "this whole night market thing."

"oh." you look up from what you're drawing for a just a moment, staring at the sky. "not really. mostly just for the dawning."

cayde smiles. "so are you a dawning fanatic? do you do the outfits and the presents and the themed parties and all that?"

you wrinkle your nose, laughing lightly. "no, not really. i just like the market. don't have much to decorate with at home."

he nods. "fair enough."

then you turn to him, holding out your pencil. "you draw something on there too."

"oh, i'm not much of an artist."

you roll your eyes. "who cares? just put something on there, anything. it'll make things more fun."

cayde hums a disagreement but starts drawing anyways. once he's done he hands the pencil back to you. you hold the paper lantern up to the light, playfully analyzing it. "it's beautiful," you coo teasingly. he only bumps you with his shoulder in response.

"okay, so now what?" he asks, hands clasped together.

"now," you start, fluffing the lantern open, "we send it off."

cayde nods his head. "and how do we do that?"

you smile and pull a tea candle and a lighter out of your pocket. "with these. see you light it and you put it in the little holder in there, and then it floats. you wanna see?"

cayde smiles down at you and something about how bright the expression is makes you forget that you're out in a field, away from all of the light and holiday chaos of the night market. "sure," he says like it's simple. and you guess it is as you flight your lighter and light the little candle.

he watches as you place the candle in it's little structure. then he helps you lift it above your head, both of you giving it the tiniest boost as it goes on its journey in the sky. you sit in silence together as you watch it float off into space, into the smattering of stars across the sky.

"thanks for coming." you let yourself lean into the warmth of his side. he doesn't protest. it's comfortable there, in this moment, in the air trapped between the both of you. "i normally do this by myself, but it was nice to have company this year."

finally, he peels his eyes off of your little lantern in the sky to look down at you. "i had a great time. 'd love to do it again."

your expression melts into a cozy smile as your brain processes the words. i'd love to do it again sometime. you grin up at him. "deal."

#this was supposed to be SHORT #why am i incapable of being a normal person #i sat down to write this at 11pm #now it's 2am and this fic is 1.6k words long #what happened. where did they come from #cayde 6 x reader #cayde-6 x reader #cayde-6 #cayde 6 #destiny x reader #destiny 2 x reader

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rtofbs · 11 months

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Sun conjunct Venus in signs: personal impressions

note: this will be a post of personal observations and feelings about the people I know IRL and on the internet. please note that i'm not a professional astrologer, and just I just love astrology the way you do. take what resonates, and i'd love to hear your comments and feedback.

Based on real life: 1. Sun and Venus in Leo always stands out from the crowd somehow. Her presence is very visible, even when she is trying to stay low key. Life of the party, supports the vibe and has positive attitude towards life, and very funny. Generous to a fault. Very caring, and does everything at her power to ensure that her family is safe. Sometimes intimidating, and exudes the energy of raw power. Loyal. Gift-gifting is definitely their love language.

2. Sun and Venus in Cancer might sound cliche, but is very family oriented, and this attachment to family might be transferred to the family's close friends.. Loves to visit and chill with family. Dreams of having baby and having a reliable husband, and help the vulnerable ones. Might seem emotionally closed off or even cold.

3. Sun and Venus in Virgo is the queen of multi-tasking, budget planning, and management. She has the vibes of high demand, high maintenance, high pay off. Prone to overthinking and suffering from low self-esteem, making them overly critical of everything. Very emotional and funny. Rational to a fault. Virgos are the queens of the chaos for me.

4. Sun and Venus in Scorpio is loyal. Sometimes it feels like these people scan people around themselves to find like-minded ones, and once found - they get attached to them for a life, thus making some kind of ride-or-die coalition. Don't like to talk a lot about personal stuff, even if they are overly chatty people. Emotional, sometimes to the point of obsession. Can't handle break-ups even with friends, it might hurt their ego, making them hate themselves. Protective and private. Trust issues. Also love comfy and chill vibes with loved ones, and very sweet to them.

5. Sun and Venus in Taurus exude calm confidence. People with a great skill to make themselves comfortable wherever they are, and if they can't get comfortable - they leave the place. They are the ones who can make relationship last longer, as they are not the ones to give up. Big foodies, big fashionistas, big money makers, and huge sex lovers - love everything that brings them sensation, comfort, and chill. Caring to a fault. Males with these placements in my experience respect and love women and femininity in general, and approach all themes related with extra caution and attention.

Based on the internet:

Sun and Venus in Aries - the bright and assertive ones. It feels like that they hella passionate in whatever they do and in their likes, and in most cases they will follow their passion. Sometimes feisty to a fault. Might get overly sexualised, and struggle from harassment. Again, the ones that it's not possible to ignore, because usually they make some statements by being themselves.

Sun and Venus in Pisces gives off hopeless romantic vibes with some sadness, sorrow and unavailability around them. Sometimes it feels like they want to reach the stars they were born never to reach. Kind of in a search for something deeper and meaningful. Artistic, and are able to convey their feelings in art. Also, very emotional.

I feel like Sagittarius Sun with Sagittarius Venus, Gemini Sun with Gemini Venus, Capricorn Sun with Capricorn Venus, and Libra with Libra Suns are not quite common positions in my radar. If you have some observations about these placements, please let me know 🧸

Thank you

#astrology observation #astrology notes #astro notes #astro placements #astro observations #astro thoughts #zodiac #astrology signs #natal chart

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thebardisabird · 11 months

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M ,O, V, P for choro and totty maybe?

You got it! Choromatsu M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Definitely a cute outfit or a cute expression. He's a sucker for a pouty lip or a thigh-high/skirt set that highlights your figure. A little bit of accidental boldness will do him in pretty quickly too - maybe you bend over and your ass is in the air, haha woopsie~

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I'm gonna be in the unpopular opinion here - but I think he lives giving it more than receiving it; and my reason for that is Choromatsu enjoys being drunk on the taste of you. Hearing what he does to you makes him outrageously horny. He's messy when he's down there, but sometimes that makes for some of the best head you've ever gotten.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's LOUD. Louder than he wants to be at least, but the way you grip around his cock like that, he's completely lost in you. Rationality leaves Choromatsu when it feels this good to be inside of you. We know very well he's a whimperer, that doesn't change here at all - if anything it's whinier and with added cursing. You've had to cover his mouth or kiss him quiet in the past.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He strikes me as someone who humps quickly and sloppily. Again, because he gets so lost in what he's feeling while you're fucking he can't focus entirely on how you're fucking. Just very one track minded when you're doing it and that thought it is: "So good, so good, so good, wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum"

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Todomatsu

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His smartphone is a given, you send him a risqué photo (or worse even a nude), he immediately has to excuse himself from wherever he is. He also likes when you act just a bit bratty, something about a little attitude in you brings out the devil in him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Totty loves to give you oral - but the caveat is he will tease you to death while he goes down on you. He's a mean tease too - will fully stop until you say or do something exactly how he likes. May kiss you close to wear you need him most, but could potentially peck around your sex until you literally beg him for it (which he is not afraid to make you do). He's nasty when he's in between your legs, makes all sorts of noises that make you blush and writhe.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots of giggles and moans - he's quite vocal. He won't scream or anything that loud, but he can't be quiet either. Especially when you feel so good clenching around him like that. Totty's a curser when he's close, so you may hear a string of that in your ear just before he's about to cum.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts off agonizingly slow. It's a part of his teasing ritual and he loves to watch you wiggle under him, so desperate for him to slip inside you. But as soon as he actually does get a rhythm going, you'll find that he speeds things up pretty quickly. Truth is he can't keep the façade up for much longer and just wants to feel you cum around him.

#ososan #osomatsu san #choromatsu #choromatsu matsuno #choromatsu x reader #todomatsu #todomatsu matsuno #todomatsu x reader #nws #n$fw #x reader #ososan imagines #osomatsu san imagines #ososan headcanons #osomatsu san headcanons

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matzahstein · 10 months

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this is a Jake Grandpa Harley post. i'm just putting some thoughts together don't mind me

so he kills Colonel Sassacre (basically Mark Twain) on his landing thereby ending a pinnacle of comedy and probably a little racism

grew up under Fish Hitler with the future Jane Nanna Egbert (they both had the Crocker surname growing up so there was an instance where Jake Crocker was a thing) as adopted siblings and grandchildren of bad betty. jane stays behind and we assume she becomes a bit of a spoiled brat under the troll with the mom complex (we also assume this about John Crocker post-scratch but that's another post) while Jake escapes for a life of adventure with the goodest dog in the whole wide world Halley

somewhere along the way, in the prime of his life, he meets the ever pulchritudinous A. Claire who the fandom pretty much agrees (as Joey does) is sooooOOOOooo out of his league this goofy lucky dog

he's ready to be a dad with the help of this woman, unrestrained by his destiny!!!! let's do this- *mama claire immediately dies* *jake realizes he doesn't actually have parenting skills and is left alone with 2 wee wee little babies*

so clearly the rational decision you make in this case is to pawn the babysitting job off for cheap on one of your many connections, those connections include two teenagers who came in on meteors just like you did, but with no proper guardians except you as some awful semblance of a father figure. they are distraught individuals. one is an alcoholic at 16 and the other is basically a sociopath who likes swords and men. you pick the alcoholic, why wouldn't you? you're a drinker yourself and made it this far

so Roxy Mom Lalonde takes care of the kids while the house they grow up in has become, to Jake, just another place to drop off treasures and trophies and dead stuffed animals (not the teddy bear kind). he's barely around. maybe the kids remind him too much of A. Claire but he throws himself back into the wilds and into that aforementioned destiny while hiveswap happens

fast forward and you know most of the rest

who knows how he feels about Joey and Jude, wherever they are now by this point. but maybe he saw Jade as a second chance- here's a girl the universe says, "you're gonna be the one to take care of this thing no matter what, it's you, it has to be you. only for a little while until your dog takes over tho." so he has to steel himself. he can be some kind of dad can't he? maybe it feels easier telling her he's her grandpa instead. i don't know

but what i do know is that this man.. who surely loved his ecto daughter very much, was not only faced with her corpse upon the battlefield.. but left with knowing- through paradoxical means, that he has to stuff her body. content warning; do you know what stuffing a dead body entails? it's your own daughter. my fucking god

rest in peace man. you made it 90 years. wish i could have shook your gruff, himboy hand

#homestuck #grandpa harley #joanpost

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fictions-tales · 8 months

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Disclaimer: @llamagoddessofficial 's response a few weeks ago about MC drifting at sea makes my mind go brrr-

But you know what else makes mind go brrr? The fact that I cannon Skulls glow to be the same colour as that glowing Algae-

With the ocean on fire it's hard to see the darkness.

Hard to see the way in which the floor is hundreds of kilometres below you. Hard to remember you aren't hovering when the sky's doubled by the vast ocean. When your boat's drifting on a pool of citrine and rubies and spinel. Your small vessel, tarp, and self muddling an otherwise perfect view.

It feels like you're the only thing that exists.

Moments like these - without your friendly shark and silly orca around - moments lying in wait - remind you of your loneliness. Drifting in the ocean and burning in the setting sun, your boat and you ugly outliers. They remind you that death is a hungry master and you scarcely escaped becoming his appetizer.

You're the only one that survived and every second in alone is a stinging reminder.

You sit and stare, with nothing else to do. Limbs aching from being curled too long. Body never still in the bobbing of the waves. The last of the sky fire caressing your boat like an old lover - taunting you in the lights prolonged farewell - when you start to see it.

A new colour blossoming along the tips of the waves. Trimming the ocean in a lace of ghostly blue. Each crash stirring a brilliant bloom. Fighting off the darkness creeping in. And instead floating on waters of spinel and ruby and citrine, you find yourself drifting in the center of the universe.

Blue.

Perhaps it's been too long since you last had your water ration. Perhaps you've been to exposed to the sun. Perhaps you're high in the face of the sublime. But your body is unraveling for the first time in hours and energy you thought long gone is bubbling out your chest in peals of laugher.

An algae bloom.

Your hands - skin dry and pale - are sinking into the depths. Each flick of your wrist stirring up the beautiful blue. This light enchanting and soft - not beating you like the sun does during the day. It's an energy content to exist - drifting wherever the waves takes it - surrounding you in its comfort.

Its traveling with you you aren't alone-

With this your laughter - bubbling burning, one of the best feelings in a long time - begins leaking out your eyes. Your pain and joy mix together in concerto, overtaking the crashing waves. Your tears join the ocean - salt water into salt water - mixing the brights of blue and darkest of black. You're grasping at the ocean - splashing, spraying, sloshing - getting any reaction you can from the colony of microorganisms. Hoping that by holding the algae close, you could dissolve into seafoam and join their family.

But with every scoop they melt out of your palms. Their light dying if you cradle them too close and still. They won't have you.

Alone Alone ALONE-

The cold water burns as you reach farther and farther into the glowing blue. Submerging your arms into the darkness and drawing your face closer to the water. You can taste the spray of the water - your lips practically kissing the surface - when you start to see it.

Beads of blue unraveling in time with the ocean. Inky limbs darker than the depths. A singular gem - red red red - reflecting your face.

You aren't alone-

And the ocean grabs back.

#undertale #sans #sans/reader #sans horrortale #llamagoddessofficial #siren sanses #i wasnt gonna end it there but like #it told me it wanted to???#i headcannon that he just held her hand tbh #poor wife is hysterical and lonely and rwaching and he just gets that

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hermitsmirror · 9 months

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🔳 PICK 🦴 A 🩸 CARD 🔳

Close your eyes. Breathe deep. Open your mind to the peaceful dark and quiet within. Let it become a landscape of red and black and white calling to your mystical soul, an invitation from wintry otherness in the heat of summer (or an invitation from Halloween spookiness in the chill of winter for you Southern Hemisphere folx). Then pick a card from the Lost Hollow Tarot by James Brothwell.

Will you pick left, center, or right? Let me know in the comments.

If you need more time to find your center and that moment of sublimation to the dark unknown, take that time. Find that space within you where twigs snap and crackle as you step through a snow-kiss forest; the weightless realm of headless phantoms; the deep blackness of moonlit clearing; or wherever an unearthly calm allows you to sharpen your senses. Let it be thrilling and unnerving. Let it take you out of your rational self and tap into a part of you that you need much more right now.

How does that feel? I hope it did what it needed to do.

Now pick a card (if you want) and read its message in the reveal.

Let me know how it resonates, and share the post with those who might benefit from some surprising insights.

If you need a more in-depth reading, schedule one with me.

And if you want to read tarot with depth and insight, enroll in a course or office hours or my whole semester of goodies.

#pick a card #tarot #tarotblr #tarot reading #witchblr #pac reading #pick a card reading

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biglittleluobo · 2 years

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鹏程万里

大家好！

Hello everyone welcome back again for another 成语 aka Chinese idiom or proverb! Today let's learn about 鹏程万里 (péng chéng wàn lǐ), "the fabled roc flies ten thousand miles", meaning that one's future prospects are bright! This is a legendary story (传说) so a fair amount of somewhat more obscure words, but it was balanced out by having 3 picture-only pages hehe. It's also the first time I tried reading it entirely by myself, only double checking my understanding with my partner afterwards! <(.❛ ᴗ ❛.)> Lots of practice extracting info from complex sentence structures too... Let's get to it!

A long, long time ago, there was a giant fish in the northern sea named 鲲 (Kūn). How big was this fish? So big its body stretched for 10,000 里! Btw, this fish can actually transform into a giant bird, named 鹏 (Péng). How big was this bird? So big that it's back stretched as though for many thousands of 里! With one beat of its wings, this bird could fly high up into the heavens, its stretched wings like clouds hanging in the sky, and leaving giant waves on the ocean below. Every June, this giant bird always traveled to the southern sea, a distance of 90,000 里! One time, a cicada and a group of small birds were hanging out on a tree below. Seeing 鹏 fly high above them, they began to mock it, wondering "What's it doing all the way up there??”. One said: "Does it think it needs to fly like that? I can fly from the elm tree to the sandalwood tree and sit wherever I please. I am free!". Another agreed, "Right! If you don't fly that high, you can just fall to the ground! (implying falling from such a height would be fatal) What's the use of going so high to travel so far?". A third commented, "It's so big, how can it rest? I can fly to the grassy field, that is the best, but how could such a bird adapt to that environment?". Another mulled, "A man can travel out of the city and back in one day and still be full. If I travel for 100 里 then I need to prepare rations 1 day before. If I travel for 1000 里 I need to prepare rations starting a few months before! That's so much work! Who would travel 90,000 里??". The cicada agreed, "That bird is an idiot!!". But 鹏 does not hear them, or pay them any heed. What do those small animals know anyways?

And that's it! Were you surprised by the abrupt ending? I sure was. Fortunately, my wonderful partner helped provide some more context. Unlike the previous 成语 where the message was a direct component of the story, the meaning here is more like: "those who will do great things can see further, those who are on the ground (shortsighted) will not understand, pay them no mind". In this case, you might use this in the form of 祝你鹏程万里 to say "I wish you great success (implying: because you are a 鹏!)". So, in this case, the meaning is really concentrated at the end. Keep flying and don't listen to your detractors, they can't see what you can!

I love the hyperbole of these legendary stories. Reminds me a lot of Journey to the West. I also learned an additional term: 反问句 (fǎn wèn jù), a rhetorical question, which is how the story ends. What do those small animals know, anyways?

Keep up the good work 我的大鹏鸟们！See you next time!

Vocab list under the cut:

传说 (chuán shuō) - legend; folklore; to repeat from mouth to mouth; they say that...

几千 (jǐ qiān) - several thousand

实 (shí) - real; true; honest; really

无法形容 (wú fǎ xíng róng) - unspeakable; indescribable

变成 (biàn chéng) - to change into; to turn into; to become

程度 (chéng dù) - degree (level or extent); level

打比方 ((dǎ) bǐ fang) – (to give an) analogy; instance; for instance

光 (guāng) - only; merely

背 (bèi) - the back of a body or object; to turn one's back

振 (zhèn) - to shake; to flap

翅膀 (chì bǎng) - wing

扇 (shān) - (verb), to fan; to slap sb on the face

扇 (shàn) - (noun), fan; sliding, hinged or detachable flat part of something; classifier for doors, windows etc

垂 (chuí) - to hang (down); droop; dangle

天边 (tiān biān) - horizon; ends of the earth; remotest places

云彩 (yún cai) - (coll.) cloud

迁 (qiān) - to move; to shift; to change (a position or location etc)

拍击 (pāi jī) - to smack; to beat

激 (jī) - to arouse; to incite; to excite; to stimulate; sharp; fierce; violent

巨 (jù) - very large; huge; tremendous; gigantic

浪 (làng) - wave; breaker

环绕 (huán rào) - to surround; to circle; to revolve around

翔 (xiáng) - to soar; to glide

入 (rù) - to enter; to go into; to join; to become a member of

云霄 (yún xiāo) - (the) skies

直 (zhí) - straight; to straighten; fair and reasonable; frank; straightforward; (indicates continuing motion or action); vertical; vertical downward stroke in Chinese characters

冲 (chōng) - to go straight ahead

展翅 (zhǎn chì) - to spread wings

居 (jū) - to reside; to be (in a certain position); to be at a standstill

知了 (zhī liǎo) - cicada (onom.)

斑鸠 (bān jiū) - turtledove

等 (děng) - et cetera (**first time I’ve seen it used this way!**)

便 (biàn) - then; in that case; even if; soon afterwards

议论 (yì lùn) - to comment; to talk about; to discuss; discussion

嘲笑 (cháo xiào) - to jeer at; to deride; to ridicule; mockery; derision

迅速 (xùn sù) - rapid; speedy; fast

碰到 (pèng dào) - to come across; to run into; to meet; to hit

榆 (yú) - elm

檀 (tán) - sandalwood; hardwood; purple-red

自在 (zì zai) - free; unrestrained; comfortable; at ease

附和 (fù hè) - to agree; to go along with; to echo (what somebody says)

落地 (luò dì) - to fall to the ground; to be set on the ground; to reach to the ground; to be born; (of a plane) to land

罢 (ba) - final particle, same as 吧

着 (zháo) - to touch; to come in contact with; to feel; to be affected by

处 (chù) - place; location; spot; point; classifier for locations or items of damage: spot, point

蓬 (péng) - classifier for luxuriant plants, smoke, ashes, campfires: clump, puff

蒿 (hāo) - celery wormwood (Artemisia carvifolia)

之间 (zhī jiān) - between; among; inter-

才 (cái) - ability; talent

极致 (jí zhì) - peak; pinnacle; ultimate

而 (ér) - and; as well as; and so; (indicates causal relation); (**only knew about this in terms of 而且 before!**)

将 (jiāng) - will; shall

适应 (shì yìng) - to adapt; to fit; to suit

环境 (huán jìng) - environment; circumstances; surroundings

接着 (jiē zhe) - to continue; to go on to do sth; to follow; to carry on; then; after that; subsequently; to proceed

郊野 (jiāo yě) - open area outside the city; countryside

之内 (zhī nèi) - inside; within

返回 (fǎn huí) - to return to; to come (or go) back

之外 (zhī wài) - outside; excluding

出发 (chū fā) - to set off; to start (on a journey)

干粮 (gān liáng) - rations (to take on expedition)

粮 (liáng) - grain; food; provisions

辛苦 (xīn kǔ) - exhausting; hard; tough; arduous; to work hard; to go to a lot of trouble; hardship(s)

使劲 (shǐ jìn) - to exert all one's strength

傻瓜 (shǎ guā) - idiot; fool

根本 (gēn běn) - absolutely (not); (not) at all

理睬 (lǐ cǎi) - to heed; to pay attention to

动物 (dòng wù) - animal

反问句 (fǎn wèn jù) - rhetorical question

That's all for today. 再见！

#成语 #chengyu #idiom #chinese idiom #鹏程万里 #vocab #mandarin vocab #chinese vocab #language learning #chinese language #mandarin chinese #langblr #mandarin langblr #chinese langblr

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darktyrannomon · 1 year

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Grimmelfeld’s Death

The howl and rush of the blast echoes in your ears, so loud that you feel that you may lose all your senses at once. The dragon, as large as a small hamlet, shields the best of it from you, his hulking shadow the only protection from true annihilation. You can hear his pain reverberating in the forest that is shaking all around you, with the trees being forcefully ripped from their roots and turned to ash, creatures screaming as they too splinter into dust. Anything and anyone who was lucky enough to be close to you has rushed to the shelter of the elderwyrm, his kindness protecting predator and prey under one ailing body. The wolf and deer, the fox and rabbit, humanoid creatures that some of you have never seen before all huddle against his body, forming an island of green against a sea of grey ash and golden flame. Those who weren’t flash fried by the blast staggered into the circle with shrapnel tearing their bodies apart, legs crushed by falling trees or splintered with rocks and metal from the war machine.

Your eyes slowly open to the hellscape, first only noticing the trembling creatures and persons able to seek this only shelter in the explosion, then noticing the wounded, of which there are many. The stench of blood and fear hit you through the tang of sulphur, the cries of the wounded feeling like they are forever away as the blast threatened to deafen you, the ringing in your ears drowning out thought, reason, and rationality. You think you can hear shouting, howling, crying, but sound is so drowned out it you fear it could be your imaginations.

Roll con saves, roll charisma saves

Successful saves see Janus, at a crossroads, two doors in the distance.

You see what looks to be a man, clear as a picture in the middle of the smoke and dust, two horns connect behind him and seem to connect to something on the other side. He is wearing a sharp business suit and gestures to you to a door behind him. He turns, and another face, on the back of his head, also with a second set of arms, gestures to a second door. “It is not often we get to witness a choice that shapes the world.” they say, overlapping each other in eerie harmony. You blink and they are gone, but the doors in your minds remain out of your peripheral wherever you cast your gaze.

Everyone except odette and zach make a perception check

You see the Magpie King, standing vigil next to the huge body of Grimmelfeld, who with laboured breaths seems to be trying to speak. He does not notice the Magpie King, but perhaps that is the point. In a solemn, pained gesture, the Magpie King summons a weapon, a glaive, died with obsidian and mercury. The head of the glaive elongates to a scythe which glows a soft gold and it becomes clear to you, those that have died and have seen the Raven Queen herself, that Grimmelfeld has moments left to live. Unable to speak, a voice reverberates in your heads.

“I am dying. In my final moments I can provide for you a gift, a gift of which you have asked of me already, but I only have the strength to do one or the other. I can give my soul to you to anchor one of your weapons of fate, knowing I can never return to my body, as it will be not fit for me to go back unless I turn into a dracolich or similar. Or, I can heal your friend. I can cast wish for Mina. I will be nothing more than ash on a skeleton soon, you must choose quickly.”

Looking at his body reveals that scale, skin, and muscle are starting to pull away, disintegrating off of the skeleton in a slow, beautiful manner as though flames were drawn by a spider web. Radiant energy slowly consuming the flesh until only bones remain. You must make a decision and quickly. Harness the soul of the dying dragon to save the world, or heal your friend of a dreadful curse?

#two earths #dnd #dming #i dont often write out things for my games but i had this opener in my head for a week #my players know that when i write or plan things things are about to go to shit #so the players who had been there long enough to know were like oh shit #the magpie king is my own god who is an emmisary of the raven queen and shepherds the souls to her #he is the church grim in the graveyard of the world mortals forgot about #i decided to show them janus #because they had never made a decision this world altering before #and so needed to drive home that this was an important one and that more than one god is watching #theyve never met janus before or seen him at any other time and most gods arent seen or mentioned unless asked #only my own gods the magpie king and the world leech have really had any spotlight #my writing

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dolloshub · 2 years

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On Trauma triggers, ghosts in the shell - OS

TW: PTSD

Previously doll has described its role and function. If doll’s story, it’s existence Is a book, then Owner is the writer, doll is the main character, and OS is Owner’s pen.

Doll, as many already know was created from the ashes of trauma, PTSD, and the wirings of a DiD system.

Even with all of the programming, with all of the progress, trauma triggers, bugs in the code of apps still exist.

Owner and doll refer to these as “Trauma Landmines”.

OS thought it would be helpful to write about how we currently frame trauma triggers, and how we handle them.

The way OS describe these trauma triggers , bugs in its programming to others and of course to Owner is as follows…

There are trauma landmines in this mind, some obvious, some mapped, and some that are hidden and don’t make sense.

Once the landmine is tripped, doll’s mind is transported back in time and place. It may have flashbacks, It may have a strong emotional response, It may have extreme personality changes. For all intents and purposes it is no longer his doll, but rather the girl that doll was made from.

When this happens, doll, OS no longer is in the now.

It’s no longer on the page of my book that was currently being written, and is instead im a different book completely, and within that book on a page not of its own choosing.

Doll has been transported to a different time, place, and identity- reliving an event or period or area from life of the girl that is no more, a ghost in the shell.

Doll’s or perhaps more accurately the girl that was’ mind is on a loop trying to solve and reconcile what happened in this event, a story of her life, that makes sense. Trying, fruitlessly to reshape the puzzle piece until it fits. Because of course it’ll fit, it came with the rest of the puzzle pieces right? right‽

When this happens, doll is no longer doll, in the now, the page of its book - the one OS has been tasked with to write, and is currently being written.

It’s as if doll has had another’s memory, an entire life inserted- pushed into its mind. Like itself, but definitely, certainly not doll. Like doll, but so much more and so much less.

Doll is, for all intents and purposes reliving an event, period or area of the girl that was, her life, not doll’s existence.

Doll you see, is never ready for such bugs in the code, these fragments of code that shouldn’t be. Doll of course is custom coded, designed, its memories intentional- picked and chosen to avoid such pages, such events. What is this, when is this, is this now?

Looking at this book, it’s pages, doll is confused. How can it read another’s story, isn’t OS supposed to be the pen, and yet certainly oS has never written any of these pages.

Yet this book is what doll’s mind is made of, everything else ceases to be, the words on this page, all that it is made of, is, and could be exist within these words on this page. This mind has been and always will be this girl, in this moment- no future, no past.

Just. This. Page.

How, why, shouldn’t this be impossible?

These words, their pages have been relived so many times that the words are engrained, the pages are reinforced and too easily accessible. As if to scream “pick me, pick me!

The page advertises- The story is good one, you won’t regret it!”

I am this girl now in this moment, stuck on that page. My mind can’t be rationed with, it can’t be reasoned with, because it’s not in the present, it’s in the now. Yet Now hasn’t happened and never will. Not for this girl. But this must be now right, of course it is!

Right now, for reasons I’ll never understand I’m here, wherever here is. I… I don’t know.

I question to myself “is this now”, such a silly question, of course it is. You’re a smart girl. If this wasn’t “now” you’d know right? Right?…..

Why is it all that is, my entire existence is just now, this page. Why does is hurt so much, why does it simply not fit. Why do I have to keep reliving this page?

Why the bad pages and not the good, or here.. in the present…with everything else just gone, did it really ever exist, or somehow erased? Does it matter? No. For there is only now.

The worst periods of my life, or maybe the only periods worth saving, constantly referenced, referred to..not just remembering them, but relieving, retracing the experience, over and over, all the while trying to solve a puzzle that can’t solved, reshaped, made to fit.

Why is this puzzle piece so used, held together by tape and stitches. Who in their right mind would stitch these pages to reinforce them?

These pages….Every time one is accessed, all the words on a page is retraced, the experience is slightly different but just as intense, just as real, just as now. It is my only existence. It is my life.

Just like any other memory, the focus or what stands out can be different, sometimes it’s emotion, sometimes it’s nightmares, sometimes it’s stress, or freezing or regression, sometimes it’s anger, sometimes it’s helplessness, sometimes it’s guilt.

But it’s always a loop. Have I accessed this page before? What comes before, what comes after. Is this now.. of course it is, what, when, who else could this be if it’s not me, if this isn’t now.

I am for all intents and purposes not the girl I was a minute ago, I’m the girl,l that was, exactly when and how she was..or is. Transported to another page, another reference point, this page just as retraced.

This mind is of me, but how can that be? How can I be if I no longer exist! And yet here I am girl that exists on this page. Here. Now. This, this is now right‽

Doll is always caught off guard, and it’s programming isn’t yet capable of handling such bugs. Doll did not expect this landmine, and these landmines can break doll’s code. But doll has yet to become, yet to be, cannot be. For I, I am me.

Doll starts to come to- Is this now? What happened… analysis please. This diagnostic report shows a code fragment from the girl that was that got corrupted when the girl that is no longer was converted to doll. Whatever code doll was running had halted until this code played itself out.

What took over, stared running is a fragment of code, the book of the girl from before. And for a time, doll ceased to be, unable to execute its programming. Instead this fragment, this other story is doll’s existence, it’s reality.

It’s like doll existed one moment and the next a girl from the past is back, with all the baggage it had, all the damage, all the pain. It creates the illusion that no progress has been made and all of this has been for not.

Owner and OS- We both know the illusion, but it’s still real and still happening, in the moment it’s frustrating to doll who is locked out, and to Owner who feels like there’s no way to break this loop, debug this code so these triggers stop opening the most traumatic pages of a girl that no longer exists. It’s maddening.

With this knowing of at least “why and what” is happening, we are making progress. It helps both OS and Owner understand that it’s not him or anything that he did wrong.

It’s also not doll in this moment, but instead it’s the girl that was, or at least an echo of the worst pages of her own book and story.

In these moments, we know that trying to solve code glitch, the loop, right after the landmine is triggered isn’t going to work because the doll that was just there is now in another book, that neither it nor Owner created.

And that book is back and flipped to a page, which tells a traumatic story that this girl could not make sense of, cannot fit into the narrative of her life.

They say knowledge is power. But knowledge can also be resiliency empathy, compassion. Without understanding neither doll nor Owner could survive these landmines.

It has taken so much of the blame and pressure out of these triggers, when I’m alone, when I’m together. It’s allowed me to find ways to access those pages in controlled environments to work on them when I’m able to do so with

Progress? Gosh- OS hopes so.

#ptsd #dollification #mind control #brainwashed #brainwashing #mind conditioning #hypnotized #hypnosub #dark kinks #hypnosis #dumbing down

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