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artiststarme · 1 year

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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

I wasn't originally going to write about Dustin's reaction but @doubleb11 gave me the idea. I hope it meets your expectations! We go back to Steve's POV in Chicago in the next part. Thank you again for everyone's nice comments!

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It was no secret that Dustin was struggling. He tried to remain hopeful and upbeat but his insecurities made maintaining a positive attitude difficult. Why would Steve leave? He had promised that he would always be there for Dustin. But so had his deceased grandparents and his dad that left without so much as a goodbye.

The common denominator had to be Dustin. He knew that he was too sarcastic, too smart to be relatable, and kind of annoying. But he thought Steve understood. He’s always had trouble connecting with people but he thought that Steve was a lifelong friend, an older brother, if you will, that would never drift away. Since the time Steve gave him poor dating advice while looking for Dart, they had been best friends. So why would he leave?

Looking back, he could see why Steve might have underestimated his own importance to the Party. All of its members were a bit emotionally repressed and didn’t know how to talk about their feelings. They all tended to show their love through acts of service or quality time instead of words of affirmation. They did show their love and he thought Steve understood their feelings. But still, if Steve needed verbal validation, he didn’t get any. And Dustin had been a bit too preoccupied talking to Suzie to spend time with him, instead using the excuse of needing a ride to get in his regular amount of ‘Steve-time’. Regardless of his reasons, he felt guilty and useless when it came to searching for the older boy.

It had been a mere two days since they had all found out about Steve’s leave and it was already affecting Dustin. When he wasn’t pretending to be okay, throwing a tantrum, or worrying about Steve’s well-being, he was ignoring the glances cast in his direction by the other Party members. Eddie had given him a ride to Mike’s for DnD and had tried to ask how he was doing. Dustin pretended to not hear the question and thanked him for the ride. Lucas had asked him if Steve had reached out yet. No, why would he? Dustin probably caused him to leave. Max and El asked if he was alright since he was quieter than usual. No, stop talking to him. Mike and Will avoided asking him questions but their concerned gazes were just as annoying. He was fine.

Who cares that his pseudo-older brother left without talking to him just like his deadbeat dad? Not him.

Joyce gave him a ride home from Mike’s when she picked up Will. She assured him that Hopper was doing everything he could to find Steve and that they’d have him home in no time. Dustin couldn’t find it himself to believe her. He just thanked her for the ride and made his way inside. He just wanted a night alone without anyone checking on him or bringing up Steve.

His mom was waiting for him in the kitchen and gave him a gentle smile when he walked in. “How was your game, Dusty?”

Dustin sighed. He wasn't in the mood to talk but his mom wasn’t aware of the situation and she certainly didn’t deserve any of his snark. “Hi mom, it was fun. Will is DM’ing again and Eddie has been giving him pointers. He was ruthless today.”

She hummed and pinched his cheek when she handed him the plate she had saved him from dinner. “Oh goodness, I almost forgot! Your friend Steve called to talk to you. I told him that you were with Mike today. He didn’t leave a message but you might want to call him later, okay Dusty? He sounded a little strange.”

“STEVE CALLED?” Dustin practically screamed as he whipped around in his seat, the bread roll propelling from his hand into a kitchen cabinet.

His mother looked slightly alarmed but also woefully accustomed to his flamboyant antics. “Yes, Dusty. Don’t throw food, what did that dinner roll ever do to you?”

Dustin’s eyes rolled hard. “I’m sorry. You said Steve called? What did he say? Was he okay? Was he in distress?”

“No, he sounded a bit tired but that’s our Steve. He just asked for you and didn’t have a message to leave once I told him you were out. He will probably call back sometime later tonight or tomorrow sometime.”

Dustin felt his eyes fill with tears and his bottom lip started to quiver. Steve had tried to talk to him and he wasn’t there. What if he was hurt or in danger and Dustin was too busy playing make-believe to take his call? He would never forgive himself.

“Dusty? Oh no, honey! What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” His mother fretted over him and her concern is what pushed him over the edge.

Dustin burst into big, fat, ugly tears. He sobbed into his mother’s embrace and cried out his feelings of worry, sadness, and angered abandonment. His mom cooed over him and pet her hand through his unstyled curls until he found the strength to speak.

“Mom, Steve left. He just left Hawkins without telling anyone. He’s missing and we don’t know how to find him! And now he called and I wasn’t there! What if he’s hurt and he called me to help him? He left because I was a bad friend and now he’s gone! We can’t even find a way to bring him back.” Dustin wailed through sullied tears.

Claudia whispered words of comfort and encouragement as she held her sad boy in her arms. “Dusty, he sounded fine. I’m sure he was just calling to check in on you and tell you where he is. I don’t know why he would leave so suddenly but I doubt it was because of you, Dusty.”

“No mom, it was me! He’s been distant and sad for weeks and I told the Party to give him space. Me! I said that. I told them to leave him alone and no one checked in on him. I never even told him what he meant to me. What if he never comes back, mom? He’ll never know how much we love him!”

Claudia was confused with this whole situation. She’s known Steve for nearly three years now and has been nothing but impressed by the older boy. He helped her care for her little Dusty while she was at work or her book clubs. Steve didn’t have a selfish bone in his body, always refusing to take her money for babysitting and relinquishing his free time to drive her admittedly needy son around. It doesn’t make any sense for Steve to abandon the kids he helped raise, the kids who counted on him a fair amount, to leave town out of nowhere. The young man that she knew would never knowingly cause such distress in her little Dusty or his friends.

“Dusty, I think Steve is dealing with something beyond you or the rest of your friends. He might need some time to work on it but he will be back and he knows how much he means to you. Just give him time. He called today and the next time he calls, I’ll take a message. Alright? Everything will be fine.”

God, he hoped his mom was right about this. Dustin did feel better at her words but there was still a seed of doubt in his mind. Unfortunately, there was nothing else he could do about the situation until Hopper tracked Steve down or until Steve reached out again. For now, he would wait for his best friend to call again and alert the Party to give them the update. For now, he would have hope.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20: Epilogue

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#mike is probably offended when dustin tells him that steve called him but none of the other kids #he starts preaching about favoritism and will has to tell him that now is not the time #poor dustin #steve leaving is probably bringing back a lot of bad feelings for him #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #steddie #fanfic #I still hate writing dialogue

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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With all this talk about AI, the one perspective that appears missing from the discussion is that of someone who actually uses AI writing tools in production of their fanfic. So here I am, stepping in to provide my (anonymous) two cents.

I've been using a generative AI program especially made for creative writers for several months now. Initially, I had a lot of the same reservations I'm hearing form others, but I was curious about the tech and wanted to try it for myself. I quickly discovered that it's insanely useful, and I truly believe it has improved my writing.

I also believe these tools will become commonplace among creative writers in the near future. In fact, I've heard that generative AI is coming to a writing software near you (MS Word to be exact), and I suspect that that once more people have actually tried it, use of AI will begin to seem no more remarkable than the use of spelling or grammar checkers does now.

In the meantime, as you can see, I am staying anon, and there is absolutely no way I would tag my fanfic as AI assisted given the current environment. People are very quick to make assumptions about what a statement like that means, and are all too hasty in reaching for their pitchforks.

As far as I can tell, the main concern seems to be that Ao3 will be flooded with 'bad' fanfic as a result of AI use. But 'bad' fanfic has been a thing for as long as I've been in fandom (decades, at this point), and in my experience, human beings are perfectly capable of writing poorly without any help from machines. Readers are, as always, advised to curate their own reading experience. The 'back' button works the same as it always did, and someone's possible use of AI changes nothing about that.

But the general assumption that AI input automatically leads to 'bad' writing seems rather short-sighted. Yes, obviously if someone were to go to ChatGPT and tell it to write them a fanfic in 'x' fandon about 'x' pairing, the output would be bland, generic and probably a bit rambling. AIs are not great storytellers; they can't maintain narrative logic.

If this hypothetical person then copy-pasted the unedited output directly onto Ao3 and called it a story, the result would most likely qualify as 'bad' fanfic. Whether it would be worse than a story the same person might have written on their own is debatable. Our hypothetical protagonist obviously decided that the output was good enough as it was, and chose to post it without bothering to edit, which suggests (at least to me) that they would have similar standards about a story they'd written without an AI.

Since the above seems to be the scenario everyone has in mind when talking about "AI fic," I would like to point out that what I just described is not the only way to use AI in one's writing. My own use is more akin to using an online thesaurus; a very powerful thesaurus that can make suggestions for things like phrasings, descriptions, dialogue, and so on. The key there is that it makes suggestions.

My AI assistant is smart enough to 'read' the scene I'm working on and tailor its suggestions to the mood, style and context of what I'm writing. But it's still my story. The AI doesn't write it for me. I'm the one who sifts through those suggestions, takes the bits that work, and shapes them into useful text. Sometimes the AI comes up with amazing things. I wasn't kidding when I said it's improved my writing - and my rewriting. It knocks me out of those mental ruts we writers tend to get into, coming up with descriptions and turns of phrase that I wouldn't have thought of on my own.

But it's still just a tool, and at the end of the day, I'm still the writer. The words that end up on the page do so because I chose them. Those writerly choices are what make the story mine, regardless of where the words might have originated from. And whether they came from my brain or the AI, they are still subject to the same standards of rewriting, editing and proofing.

So no, I don't think I'm going to be tagging my fic with an AI disclosure statement any time soon. Not until the current moral panic dies down to the point where people don't read that and automatically assume it means 'copy-pasted from ChatGPT.' And for anyone who's curious about AI... I suggest you try it for yourself. Play around a little and find out what it's about before making judgments. I think you'll find it's a tool like any other - and just like any tool, it can be used well or it can be used badly. That's entirely in the hands of the human being using it - which is one thing that hasn't changed, and never should.

Yeah, I fail to see any major issue with more sucky fanfic getting posted. That's just the default for big fic archives.

The actual problem problems we're seeing are with paid markets with open submissions that get flooded beyond what staff can handle and big corporations replacing humans they already try not to pay.

The main potential issue I see with other uses of AI is that it may end up with samey suggestions, but it's hard to know how much that's 1. a thing and 2. an actual issue when writing genre stuff that often sounds samey on purpose and where that's a desirable characteristic.

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1galaxia369 · 5 months

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LEO RISING ♌️

❤️ Timeless Reading ❤️

For my lovely Leo risings, I see that you're at a beautiful point in your life. You have been handed support and abundance by the universe, she has been favoring you. It's for a reason, you have a lot coming in and your purpose and soul fullfilment is prominent for this new journey. Your spirit guides need you to be prepared because once this starts coming in there's no turning back and no going back to your comfort habits and coping mechanisms. They're trying to teach you to be intentional with everything you do. You're on the right track, I need to clap yourself and be proud of yourself. You learned your lessons and overcame some tough stuff, that's admirable. Now I see that you're having trouble with the "what next?"

Your ancestors are at work right now. You have things to do in the meantime though, you're worrying about what to do next and the tasks that you have been saying you were going to do are sitting there undone. All those creative skills you have and are planning to use to achieve your goals need to be worked on more. Your Spirit team is working to arrange and bring forth a lot of opportunities for you in the meantime perfect those skills, have some fun,do some soul searching, spend time in nature, unblock those chakras. You have an abundance of things to do that will heal and make you better. Worrying about what next is showing that you're not focusing on the right things and that will lead to self doubt and procrastination.

I see love coming for you, alot of peace and balance and harmony in relationships. You successfully removed all the negative people from around you and now the people that are in your life are bringing harmony and support. You have people that love you and are stepping up to support you, I'll suggest trusting that, use discernment but still trust. I'm seeing boss energy coming in for you, I see a lot of Mr/Ms "I don't play that shit". I love that for you guys! Stop accepting peoples bullshit and stand up, who cares if they think your being cocky or acting like your better than them. You have to take care of your self FIRST before anyone else. Self love is choosing to do right by yourself regardless of what people say or how they feel. You know what you want/need and you took the time out to learn yourself. You learned your own love language and do all the things you need to be happy and feel loved…for yourself. This is what the universe wanted and now you’re about be rewarded for your hard work and self improvement.

I understand your restlessness at this moment but that energy needs to be put into something else. I already told you about your neglect towards your creative endeavors and skills. Get on that. It will lead to something, go revisit them and review those old plans and mood boards and journal entries. Get your stationary and start your revision and rewrite things it'll be better now that you have more information and a better idea of what you want. The universe is about to open doors to fulfillment and you need to be ready for it, practice meditation and breathing, you need to maintain a sound mind, clean from clutter. The field is cleared and I can see the gears turning but you need something to direct that energy into something hence why suggested to you to go look back at your goals. There's no confusion or illusion, you're creating that yourself and it'll throw you off we need some creative focus right now. Congratulations again on doing away with the bull shit. Enjoy your "We only entertain peace" era.

I recommend Carnelian,Amethyst,celestite, smoky quartz,rainbow flourite. Aura cleansing is needed, egg cleanses are good, go see a practitioner for one good cleanse(you don't have to tho), Try putting florida water into a spray bottle to help with quick cleansing. Crown chakra and third eye needs some attention. Stay away from people that drain you.

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#tarot #tarot reading #astrology #spirituality #leo ♌️#leo rising #zodiac

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starrylevi · 1 year

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Levi talks you through your current struggle with food

Tw: Food, Weight, Calories

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“I want to eat the world right now.” You say to your boyfriend who is at the end of the couch.

“The world’s a pretty big place. Are you sure you want to do that?’ Levi asks, his eyes not leaving the book he’s currently reading.

“I want another bagel and another coffee.”

“We have bagels and coffee. Do you want me to get you another?” Levi turns the page, his eyes still on the book.

“It’s not about that. I can get it myself. It’s about the calories.” You sigh as you admit it out loud to him.

Levi knew you had been trying to lose weight and you had been doing really well so far. Some days you just wanted to eat more, especially on your period. He places a bookmark in his book before setting it down and scooting closer to you on the couch. He moves down until his thigh and your thigh are touching. He places a comforting hand on one of them.

“What about the calories?”

You’re looking down at your hands in your lap, your fingers fidgeting with each other. ‘I’ve already eaten a lot of calories for breakfast.”

You’re not looking at Levi but he nods. “I see. What would happen if you ate another bagel and had another coffee?”

“I don’t know, I- I could go over my calories for the day. I still have to eat the rest of the day and stay within my calorie deficit.”

“Would that be so bad?” Levi asks tentatively. He knows he has to be gentle. This is a touchy subject for you.

“I could gain weight.”

“Okay. You don’t want to gain weight. Would eating a bagel and having another coffee have you gain weight?”

“I don’t know.” You murmur. “Maybe” You fight with yourself. “No. Look, I know it sounds irrational. Logically, I know having another bagel and coffee wouldn’t cause me to gain another pound. I would need to eat a lot more than that.”

“Mhm,.” Levi’s fingers are softly grazing the fabric of your pants as he listens to you.

“I just want to be able to enjoy food and eat extra without worrying about gaining weight or staying the same size. Because if I stay the same size, that’s not good either.”

“What makes it ‘not good’? Who is telling you that?” He asks softly.

“It’s me. I just want to feel pretty.”

“You are pretty, my love.” His lips place a soft kiss to your temple.

“Thank you but…there’s nothing you can really say to make me feel better about this.”

“I know. But I want you to know I’m still going to love you regardless whether you lose, gain, or maintain your weight.”

You nod silently.

“It’s okay to have the extra bagel and coffee. You deserve it.”

You take a deep breath in as you take in Levi’s words. “If you need permission, which you don’t need, you have my permission. I know it might feel like it, but the world will not stop. That, I promise you. And if it just so happens that it does then…we’ll make it move again, together.”

“But what if I-“

“Then it’d be okay. You try again. We try again.��

Levi watches you as you think to yourself. “Okay. Maybe I’ll just have another coffee.” You respond meekly.

“Yes, that sounds good. We can have coffee together.”

“You know you can drink your tea.”

“I’m in the mood for coffee today.” He knew you knew that he was lying but so what? Coffee wasn’t the worst. He’d drink a whole gallon if it meant it’d make you feel better.

#levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman #levi #levi aot #levi fanfiction #levi drabble #tw: weight #tw: calories #tw:food #levi oneshot #manda writes

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zerogate · 3 months

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One of the observations that evolved into a fundamental principle of Psychology of Mind was that people, in the course of their day, moved in and out of more or less rational states of mind. Hospitalized psychiatric patients were at times caught up in their fantasies and irrational thoughts, but at other times, were not producing these thoughts, and functioned in a more objective or rational way. Observations of all kinds of people in everyday life confirmed that everyone goes in and out of different mood levels, and that the quality of our perceptions changes as our state of mind changes. In addition, in more rational states of mind, people are able to recognize that the way they were seeing things in lower moods was distorted in a negative direction (e.g., they had overreacted, or thought that things were worse than they really were). We also observed that these mood changes were not linked to external changes in any systematic way, but rather fundamentally altered the way that the person perceived the significance of external events.

The particulars of what a person sees and experiences in his or her personal reality is directly related to what that person thinks. Whatever we believe (think) to be happening in our world is what we experience to be true, regardless of whether or not our belief is factual. An anorexic woman believes she is overweight and in her reality she is chubby, even though she only weighs 75 pounds. Similarly, a man who believes that his wife is capable of having an affair may experience the reality of anger and resentment even though his wife is faithful.

When an individual does not recognize that realities are thought-created, that person will experience the reality of what they think, regardless of how untrue, negative, or unpleasant that reality may be. Without the recognition that realities are formed through thought, individuals have the sense that perceptions, feelings, and behaviors are being thrust upon them from some outside source. Without the knowledge of the nature and function of thought, people have no sense of choice or responsibility of what they see, what they feel, and how they act. In other words, they feel at the mercy of the reality that they are creating. However, that individual is less at the mercy of their thought system when they realize how a personal reality is produced and maintained. That realization is a function of that individual's level of consciousness.

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When people are caught in lower levels of consciousness, they will defend their separate reality even though it costs them their feelings of well-being and peace of mind. We give up our mental health when we as individuals, fields of study, or cultures take our thoughts so seriously that we are willing to fight for them. In lower levels of conscious understanding, our thinking tells us that it makes sense to fight. At lower levels of psychological functioning we try in vain to find peace by imposing our beliefs on others. In lower levels of consciousness, it seems to make sense to sacrifice mental health for mental illness, to sacrifice good will for ill will, to sacrifice sanity for insanity. Lower levels of consciousness are characterized by lack of understanding of how personal reality comes into existence. If a person does not know how realities are made and maintained, he or she will get stuck in realities and not see that there is an alternative. In lower levels of consciousness, a person identifies with a thought system. He or she will tend to react with automatic responses, yet will blame these responses on other people, things, or events in the external situation. This is what happens when a person has little or no sense of volition or responsibility. At higher levels of conscious understanding, things are different because a person begins to realize the connection between thinking and experiencing in life.

-- Rick Suarez, Sanity, Insanity and Common Sense

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takiisieju-squadra · 6 months

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May I please ask for poly la squadra headcanons (Sorlato included) with my Tira please

https://www.tumblr.com/crazyyanderefangirlfan/708253472236142592/tira-columbina

Also Hi I’m new

Hello!

This is a great amount of info to analyze, so I hope you forgive me if there’re any inconsistencies.

She is probably the closest with Risotto, Formaggio and Prosciutto. Risotto appreciates her softer side paired with professionalism. Prosciutto can discuss how to better other members’ skills and general well-being with her, coordinating their methods. Formaggio likes to mess with her, as he does with everybody else, but at least she’s actually fun.

Risotto is a very busy man that takes no nonsense from anybody. However, he is a little more relaxed in her company – her Stand is very strong, so at least he doesn’t have to worry THAT much about something happening to her.

Ghiaccio is always riled up, and the dolls do get on his nerves every time he sees them in the “wrong” place. He starts screaming immediately, the noise gathering others, and doesn’t stop until Risotto tells him to shut up or Melone manages to calm him down. The worst thing Tira can do is actually argue with him. He will apologize after an hour or so, of course, but for the love of God, have her keep the dolls out of the shared spaces strictly. They have an image to maintain.

Melone, on the other hand, is rather pleased with the dolls. Hell, he’d play with them if Tira asked. Illuso may mock him however much he wants, but if it makes Tira happy, Melone is happy as well. He is very curious about them regardless. Who made them, how long ago, how rare they are, do they have names, does she believe they’re haunted (he’s ecstatic if they are)… He wants to know everything.

Pesci is scared of the porcelain dolls. Barbies and such are fine, but those porcelain, possibly haunted ones… Illuso, Formaggio, Sorbet and Gelato forced him to watch one too many scary movies, please keep the dolls away from this guy or he might get a stomachache from all the stress. That mammoni…

Prosciutto is probably the most fitting and most similar to her out of the bunch. He has a lot of respect and care for her, his gallantry fits compliment her feminine visage, in public they look like a movie couple, and out of that, they probably coexist just as harmoniously, a few specific kinds of situations excluded.

Illuso is an ass, we all know that. No idea how Tira even tolerates him, probably wants to strangle him to death from time to time? He does tease her less than others, though, almost as rarely as he does Prosciutto, for an obvious reason – he knows she’d fight back. If he sees her angry or upset, he hides into the mirror and stays there. However, as rare and unusual it is for him to offer anybody comfort, Tira is probably the only person who gets such treatment.

Formaggio is a sweet guy while she’s on his good side. He doesn’t mind the dolls at all, even shrinking himself to their size as a joke. If she has a dollhouse, he will happily agree to shrink them both to hang out there (who’s useless now, huh, Illuso?). But if he’s in a certain mood or if they had a fight… Well, Formaggio is one of the crueler members of the squad. He won’t start a full-blown Stand fight (by God, he knows he’d lose), but he has many other ways to get on her nerves until they either have a shouting match or she gets so upset he feels bad and immediately tries to make up for his little shit ways.

Sorbet and Gelato are very hard to tolerate unless you are them. Sorbet is mostly just…silent. He doesn’t talk to people. He may love them as much as he is able to love, but he won’t talk to people unless he has something to criticize or money to demand. Gelato is extremely clingy. When he’s not glued to Sorbet, he’s glued to Tira, either following her around like a puppy (more like a bloodthirsty war hound, but anyways) or demanding to cuddle. And if she denies him, he gets upset, then angry and then vindictive.

However much she enjoys teasing others up to smacking them jokingly, Illuso, Risotto and Prosciutto would take none of this shit. Formaggio or Gelato may laugh it off, Melone and Sorbet just ignore it, Ghiaccio grumble but otherwise just take it, poor sweet Pesci is used to it. But Illuso WILL change her alarm to Barbie Girl and hide some of her stuff in the mirror world and Prosciutto WILL scold her for such a show of disrespect. Risotto will just give her a glare and silent treatment. They take their tough guy image very seriously. Especially Prosciutto.

Her kindest gestures do raise a lot of questions to others. Most sigh and move on with their life, Illuso and Formaggio may take a couple jabs at her, but… Sorbet and Gelato are dumbfounded, not in a good way. Sorbet thinks it is unwise (what do you mean, you entertain children FOR FREE?), Gelato, being a cruel man in general, may even sabotage it all. It’s not out of malice or spite (so they assure themselves), they are just concerned that she will “grow soft”.

Risotto and Pesci are by far the most accepting of her being generally a better person than them all. They find it endearing, a reason to love her more. As long as she does everything well, this is a good quality. Formaggio, Melone and Sorbet are always trying to push her to be a bit meaner. After all, if she’s a good person, they feel inadequate. They need to bring her down to their level.

Any time there is a fight between the guys, it eventually turns into “hey, Tira, tell him he’s wrong”, as if she is their mom or something. All in all, them being mostly very competitive as well, they ARE fighting for her attention from time to time (even Pesci tries to do that, except he gets shut down very quickly).

I hope you like these!

#la squadra #jjba #jjba headcanons #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #la squadra headcanons #formaggio #illuso #prosciutto #risotto nero #melone #pesci #gelato #sorbet #ghiaccio

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caitemis-art · 9 months

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project moon debacle thoughts

I’ve had a lot of time to let this stew in my brain so might as well spill my thoughts to get them out of my head. If you have no idea what’s going on (hi mutuals) or aren’t in the mood for reading this kinda thing, scroll past and have a good day i guess

Worst part about all this is probably all the misinformation. I see lots of points cycled as fact despite being dubious at best and “source: dude trust me” at worst (even by those with good intentions). I encourage everyone to do extensive research before committing to an opinion!

As for Veilmori, I doubt they’re coming back. Even if PM extends an offer, they might not even take it at this point. Regardless, I wish them the best!

As for the “firing”? All that’s certain is that the contract isn’t being renewed or something like that. Not quite as extreme as firing, but not illegal afaik and there’s still a safety net for Veilmori. I’m unfortunately not well aware of the contract’s terms. All I know is that it’s somewhat common for Korean contracts to have a clause for the kind of situation that sparked the termination. (EDIT: Apparently the “firing over the phone” was a legit thing - very illegal - and Veilmori was a regular, not an outsourced contract or anything. Doesn’t help that PM is being vague about her employment status atm.)

Also I find it funny that this is the second time a “person fired over feminist social media” thing happened in PM. First time was a lot more clear-cut in comparison (very radical feminist group) but still, deja vu.

Honestly my biggest concern is the treatment of employees if the firsthand statements are to be believed. Hopefully this situation creates some major changes for the better in PM.

I doubt that PM being late on putting out a statement is a sign of something bad. A bit messy, perhaps, but legal red tape can get finicky. The statement we got doesn’t really say much, and it’s still unclear why exactly the termination took place. Honestly, I would be fine with everything if they just outright said the reason. Again, not sure if this is legal red tape or not. Anything’s better than a vague “it wasn’t because of her views” because even that could still relate to the social media stuff (i.e. not because of having views, but because of expressing them on an account publically and clearly connected to the individual). (EDIT: Altho I’ve been told firing employees over social media stuff is a big no-no, I’m sure there’s exceptions and it, sadly, has happened before. This situation’s case against Veilmori is flimsy at best though, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was illegal outside of loopholes.)

Last thing to note is that this whole situation is a messy cocktail of social problems and long-held frustrations. Nobody wins in this scenario. PM was between a rock and a hard place and are still chipping away at the rock they are being crushed by. I’m not even gonna pretend I’m an expert on the gender war and whatnot. It’s definitely helpful to not view the situation through an ethnocentric lens though. That’s not to say you can’t maintain opinions based on your own views on feminism, but be sure to not ignore the context either.

Hopefully, like last time, everything can be cleared up and PM can get back on its feet. Currently my view is “not angry, just disappointed” for now. For now, though, wait for new developments and take care of yourself. Your feelings, good or bad, are absolutely valid and whether you continue to support PM or not is entirely up to you! You’re not a bad person for choosing either option.

#limbus company #project moon #project moon controversy

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analiavs · 9 months

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Some headcanons for dol villians

(Long)

Briar

Like Whitney would pimp out their partner and has mean girl energy.

I think he’s a bored hedonist, think picture of dorian grey.

Down for anything in the bedroom as long as the partners hot or novel enough (He broke the fucking machine after taking it for “inspection”)

S rank seduction, dance, and all the other assorted sex skills. Sometimes likes to tease his partners by acting submissively, but he’s a total dom (mainly for appearances). And punishes people who “lose the game”

Leighton

He’s either a rich/preppy type whose always been abusing his power over others or was a kylar in school and now takes revenge/likes to feel powerful over his current students (either way a pathetic loser)

Got bullied by the other villians in school. Still gets bullied by Briar at the brothel.

Nobody likes him except for his dog. If its a dogboy/girl has a questionable relationship with it.

Was divorced because his wife found out just what he was doing to his students, but he pulled strings and got her sent to the asylum before she could blow the whistle.

Has blackmail on all the teachers (even or except winter depending on my mood)

Has pathetic sub with a humiliation kink energy, and overcompensates with people he feels he has power over

Bailey

Him charging his adult wards is part of a conspiracy to make sure none of the young blood can afford to leave the town. (the town also has you can walk forever and end up back at the start energy.)

Something lotus door, something lotus-eater adjacent entity.

Part of the big conspiracy that really runs the town, keeps the fog of degeneracy going. Does the twilight thing where he pretends to be a young adult every few decades

Because of that I have reasons to believe he’s a freak in bed, but wouldn’t bust it wide for just anyone

Used to stick by Eden for protection.

Has been to prison energy but as the mastermind he must be phenomenal at getting charges dropped

Remy

My beloved size queen.

Has his favorite cows, but wouldn’t violate his principles without outside influence

Gets jealous easily

May or may not disguise himself and enjoy the biggest schlongs at glory holes and cruising spots

Horse boy/girl

Best horse rider in town

Has spent thousands of dollars on luxury dildos

Has several sex rooms in the mansion

Has a fat ass… fyrom all the riding

Middle aged twink

Is a bottom, hates that

Harper

Used to experiment on other students. Ended up in the asylum when the then science teacher reported him. Leighton was like we can use this and pulled strings to get him out. Freeing him to be the menace he is now.

His diplomas are riddled with spelling errors and forged onto plain paper.

Modded out his dick

If given the opportunity he may be the only person in town that could genuinely work with the entity, because he has no ulterior motives/external drive

Inhumanly strong

Not very charismatic, off-putting, has a vague chemical scent. Only made it this far because of his utility for the bigger players

Could take over the town if he wanted too.

Quinn

Loser. Thought giving up his cheeks for power was a good exchange (press x to regret)

Keeps antagonizing the various entities trying to get more power. If his cheeks weren’t so good he’d have ended up like Kylar’s parents. Bailey threatens him with it sometimes.

More of a puppet for Bailey than anything (press x to regret)

Knows everything going on, but doesn’t have real power to do anything. Probably corrupt enough to not want to change anything

Has gallons full of well cared for tentacle babies (another reason why the entities keep him around). Soon to include wraith babies. Usually wears belly hiding clothes

Spends way to much time in the tentacle realm when he should be mayoring.

Either a shitty mayor or Bailey refuses to allow him to fund public works (thus maintaining his fogs influence over the town) rich pc leaves him with no excuses regardless and he got reamed for it

🌚

Regrets his life’s decisions but enjoys tentacles too much to give up his position

~some of these have probably be debunked but they’re fun to imagine regardless

#degrees of lewdity

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mikwaa · 11 months

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Pairing: Zhonglix f! Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, graphic descriptions of blood and violence, enemies to friends to lovers.

Lenght- 4,041

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This fic is also posted on Ao3!

I kindly thank you for every like, reblogs and replies. Thank you very much!

The day had dawned and you were with Bosacius and Xiao talking about everything that had happened recently, your trip, and the strange behavior of the Adepti. Including Morax, and you began to ask them if they knew anything.

"But did you guys hear anything important?" You question, but you doubted that they had heard anything really relevant. Adepti in general were too cautious to let classified information leak out.

"Not really, at least I couldn't understand much. But I can tell you that it's not good.” Bosacius replies half thoughtfully, that was the mood ever since you arrived.

"I don't know anything either, but what about you?" Xiao returns the question to you.

"Not really, Morax didn't say anything specific. But from what little it sounds like they are working something out. I remember that when Morax decided to live as a mortal it was the same way, I wonder what it is this time." Xiao muttered something low that you didn't hear, while Bosacius seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

"In any case we should be at their orders whenever they need us. That's what we're here for, after all." You couldn't say he was wrong, because he wasn't. You just remained silent. Just like Xiao, who even if he didn't say anything you knew would be ready if you needed him.

"Actually I was genuinely missing it." Bosacius says, out of the blue.

"What? Going out fighting here and there? You always did like that adrenaline rush." Of course it would be good for him, he had spent a long time in a vegetative state. So now he wanted to get back to normal activities.

With a laugh he nodded to you, and the sparkle in his eyes was noticeable, if there was one thing he liked it was the battlefield. Soon there was a silence, and with that Bosacius said he had something to talk to you about.

"What is it? Are you feeling something?" You look at him worriedly.

"No, it's nothing like that. I just wanted to talk to you about Morax." Seriously he was talking, which made you think that something bad had happened.

"Since I've been back you've been giving me strange looks. Is it something to do with that?" You murmured quietly, fearfully.

"I realize that you and Morax are close, not that that's a bad thing, though. I just wanted to remind you that he is our master, all we owe him is respect. Regardless of what happens." Bosacius wasn't just telling you, he was demanding.

With a frown you retorted, "Why are you telling me this all of a sudden? You know I've been trying very hard to keep a friendly relationship with him, it's not up to me."

"I know, still. You just have to maintain that kind of relationship with him, that's all." The tone he used was ambiguous, as was the sentence.

He could have meant to imply many things with this sentence, yet you preferred to believe that it was just to maintain a friendly relationship with Morax.

You still thought it was bold of him to ask you to do this, of course he was the leader, but still, you were the one who had been facing it all these years, he didn't know a damn thing about it. You having to face monsters and more monsters, trying to research them more and more, trying to do something and failing so many times, trying to win an impossible battle.

You saw the city of Liyue evolve, the civilization become independent, but you also saw many problems that could have ended everything in the blink of an eye. And of course he has been there, he has seen a lot too, you wouldn't take that away from him. But since then things had changed a lot, you weren't at war anymore, but you couldn't say you were at peace either.

"I understand, but you should also try to understand some things, Bosacius." You muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

You didn't want to affront him, far from it, you just wanted to make him see how much things had changed, and you hoped he would understand. Bosacius wasn't the type to fight or make a fuss, but he might be a little upset, nothing that a talk or a few days of thinking couldn't solve.

He left the room, only giving a slight nod to you, and this gave Xiao room to enter, it didn't take long for him to notice the incoviniente atmosphere that had formed. His gaze met yours, without a word you could already tell what he was going to say. Xiao did not show it, but if you looked closely you could see how expressive his eyes were.

"It was nothing." You nod, even if he didn't believe you, he wouldn't force your words.

"Okay. I'm going out on patrol, I don't have a time to be back." Which made you puzzled, he usually didn't take too long, precisely because he didn't have much trouble defeating monsters.

"Is it something more serious? I can go with you if you like.” You babbled, if it was serious nothing more than you helping him.

"No, it's not that. Just a bigger flow than usual, it might take me a little more time to sort it out.” It was still suspicious. "And speaking of which, when you have some time you can go talk to Morax, I saw him fighting earlier."

"Did you see him fighting?" Astonished you ask, not even believing what you were saying.

It wasn't that he couldn't fight, but in his current state he would avoid it at all costs. And in case he did get into a fight, you could be sure it was something serious.

"Yes, I haven't asked him much about it." It made sense, but from Xiao's expression, he was already suspecting something just like you.

"Where did you see him fighting?" You whisper, wanting only him to hear you.

"In the Guili Plains, I believe he might still be in the vicinity. When I approached him he asked me to move away." He glared at you, as if trying to understand what you were trying to do. It was all very strange.

"Right, good luck on your patrol. Take care." You smile at him and say goodbye, picking up a few things to take with you.

Xiao disappeared in the blink of an eye, just as you also went straight to the Guili plains. It didn't take long for you to get there, and you were very surprised to see that Morax was still there, but he was fighting a group of smaller monsters, which was no problem for him.

And quickly everything was gone, the monsters were now just piles of dust on the ground, completely annihilated.

Approaching him you say, "That place has turned into a nest of pests." You mutter as you look around.

Now he has turned to look at you, in an almost haunting way.

"You shouldn't be here.” It was such a simple sentence, but for some reason it felt like an inquisition, as if you had done something wrong.

"I don't know if you've forgotten, but it's my duty." You replied in equal measure, just as sharply.

He seemed so abnormal, or maybe you had gotten used to his quiet, gentle manner, which didn't seem to be the case now.

He fixed his gaze on your gaze, which seemed the noblest lapis color, but this time his eyes didn't express kindness, far from it, it seemed more like the opposite.

"This place causes me horrible thoughts." He didn't need to explain, you had already understood.

The Guili Plains was where it all began, the Liyue civilization had started here. But it was a place taken by misfortune, what was supposed to be a blessing turned into a curse. It was overrun by plagues, monsters, and was completely destroyed.

Besides, this is where the whole romance between Morax and his wife began, and here is also where it ended, in a field full of glaze lilies.

"I imagine, you should leave this to us. There's no need for you to interfere.” As a comfort you pat him on the back

"You got hurt, didn't you?" You whisper to him as you see that his arm is bleeding quite badly.

"It was foolish, you don't have to waste your time with that." He awkwardly covered the wound with his overcoat.

"It could get infected." You spoke more quietly, since he seemed to be quite stressed by the situation.

"If you don't mind, we can settle this at my place." And not for a moment did his expression soften, it had been a long time since you had seen him like that.

"We should go quickly, the longer this wound is exposed the worse." You could try not to show it, but you were rather worried.

He just nodded without saying anything else, and the whole way to his house was silent, he didn't even try to make conversation.

And you didn't say anything either, since you were trying to analyze everything that had just occurred, Morax hadn't been involved in fights like this for a long time, the local guards were supposed to take care of the situation, not him. With quick steps it didn't take long before you two arrived at Morax's house, which was just one more among the other residences in the city. And you were paying attention to Morax, who was so quiet that it was strange, he was always very communicative.

As soon as you entered his house, you were surprised by the fact that everything there matched him, everything was so neat and tidy. Besides all the decorations and even the furniture, everything matched him, you could easily say that some items he made himself, and the others he surely chose personally.

"You don't have to worry about dressings or anything, I can do it myself." He says as he sits down in a chair, with a hurt face, he was feeling some pain, even if it was little.

"That's what I came here for." Bluntly you say, soon taking your coat off the wound and examining it.

He just answered you with a tired grunt. And seeing his agitation it wasn't hard to guess that something had happened that bothered him.

"So tell me, what went wrong?" You mutter, you were already mentally preparing yourself to handle the situation.

"I made a contract, with a high cost, but also with a high reward." Frustrated, that's exactly how he was.

But what could make the God of Contracts frustrated like that, he knew everything about contracts, there was no way he could have made a bad one.

"The only detail I need to know is, does this affect Liyue in any way?" Afraid to hear the answer you ask him, hoping that at least he wouldn't have made such a blunder.

Well, the answer came soon after, he ran one hand through his hair and gave a heavy sigh, "I do not think it will come to that, but there is a possibility."

A possibility, if he mentioned it, it was exactly because it was probable. Maybe it had a good chance of happening.

"You really don't get tired of screwing up, at least I hope you know that if something bad happens, you'll have to take your title again.” It was obvious to you, if something very, very bad happened, he would have no choice but to save his people.

And to do that he had to assume his identity again as an Archon, not as the simple mortal Zhongli.

"This would be my last resort, an emergency measure. As I said, I don't think it will come to that.”

You would force yourself to believe that things would not get that critical.

"So one of your contracts, of considerable importance, didn't work out?" You say very slowly, affirming every word.

"Indeed that was the situation." He says softly, but despite a certain calmness in his voice, he still has a frown on his face.

You took a deep breath and shook your head in denial, "I wonder what could be so advantageous, you are at least making a fair exchange aren't you?"

"Yes, maybe not in your eyes. But it is something that brings great prosperity, and I am willing to make that trade."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, at first you couldn't think of anything. But even if you tried, your mind was incredibly different from Morax's, so you could hardly come to any consensus.

"This is going to hurt a little." You then began to wrap the bandage around his arm to stop the bleeding, you had to do this with a certain firmness because if you didn't the bandage might not hold.

Soon the bandage was ready, and the other scratches were also properly sanitized, but as soon as you finished tying the bandage, he let out a grunt, which made you somewhat alarmed, if he was feeling pain from a 'simple' wound, it meant that it was more serious than you could imagine.

"Who did this to you?" You questioned him, it was impossible that it had been caused by a small group of monsters from the abyss.

"It was nothing, as I said, I just got careless." Even though he was good at telling lies when he wanted to, this time you could feel his trembling voice.

You lifted his face, making him look directly at you. "Can you tell me who did it? I'm not buying your monster talk."

The moment his eyes met yours, he seemed to forget every word he could say, as if his mind had gone blank.

"Answer me, if you really consider me a friend, then tell me." This situation was bad even for you, it showed that he didn't trust you to say certain things. Or at least he felt insecure to trust you with certain information.

"Childe. We got into a fight, and he hit me." Your eyes widened when you heard it, but you couldn't say you were surprised that it was someone strong, someone who at least had a compatibility with Morax, someone who could cause such an injury.

Of course, a mere Fatuus like Childe couldn't even reach half of Morax's power, yet he could do some damage, using any and all methods he could.

"So that was it, he was always hanging around you, and that was the reason. He is the middleman, with whom specifically did you negotiate? Tsaritsa?" The Cryo Archon, you had never gotten very close to her, the few contacts you had always felt that she was a person who demonstrated to be one thing, but inside was completely different.

"Those are parts of the contract I can't break, unfortunately I can't tell you that." And with that, there was no point in insisting, he wouldn't break any rules of contract, regardless, this he would never do.

"Sometimes I think you're completely out of your mind, Archons, you treat this so normally." You were angry, confused, even worried, and it all showed in your voice.

"I don't expect you to understand me, because in your place I wouldn't agree either." And you became more and more puzzled.

"I will explain the whole situation to Xiao and Bosacius, we will need to take precautions." Not only that, but the fact that Indarias had reacted, even in a simpler way, gave you more and more strength to continue.

You would keep looking for a way to make everything go back to the way it was before, even if it was the last thing you would ever do.

"I spoke briefly with Xiao, warning him to be more attentive." Maybe that was why he was so quiet, he seemed to be thinking about something else.

"So things are already getting complicated? That's why you were talking to the other Adepti, who agreed with you, by the way." You muttered thinking out loud, at first you didn't think Morax was up to something so pretentious, now you're starting to get a sense of it.

"In the end, I give the last word. All of you have a lifetime contract with me, and I don't suppose any of you have any intention of breaking any agreement with me." That refined way of speaking, the polite manners, nothing was able to hide the gigantic prepotency he had every time he spoke in such a manner.

Breaking a contract with him was the same as having a death wish, no being in his conscience would do anything that went against any deal with Morax. Even though he had changed, everything for him revolved around contracts, from a small exchange with some vendor, to a possible peace treaty with whoever it might be.

"Don't expect me to be complicit in all this, I will do things for the people, not for you." Again, again where the viewpoint of both were completely divergent, and neither party would budge.

"I know, I couldn't expect any different from you." And he didn't seem the least bit upset, he seemed to be expecting this kind of response.

"The fact is that I just wanted you to be aware of the situation, and I will do what I can to make sure this doesn't go on for too long. But until then, I need you to continue to secure the surroundings." As you had said before, you would continue to do it for the people. Since the civilians had nothing to do with this situation.

"I genuinely want you to trust me, to treat me like the friend you say I am." You sounded a bit sheepish as you spoke.

"No, don't get me wrong. There are things that only I can know, after all, I'm the one who's going to handle it. I am the most responsible for everything that happens here, and situations like this are also my responsibility." He reaffirmed, he had that awareness, he knew perfectly well the consequences of every action of his, and yet they did dubious things in your point of view.

"Even if it is this way, I would like you to tell me at least something about it, not to go around in circles, in the end you know that the news will reach me anyway." You say as you turn your back on him, then pick up your belongings and leave.

Realizing that you are upset, he approaches you, "I don't want you to think that way, I'm really trying to help. Nothing I'm doing is for my own ambition." He takes you by the arm, and again you face each other.

"If so, be clear with me." More than annoyed, you were curious.

His expression softened, and he quickly gave you an almost imperceptible smile before speaking, "This will help you, it will be good for all of us." He seemed to want to assure you of something, even though it sounded safe, but you were too afraid to believe it.

"Not to be skeptical, but it's still very new. Very strange, if everything works out as you say, great then." You mumble a bit sadly.

"These last few days Snezhnaya's troops are attacking some villages." Though serious, concern was written all over his face. He decided to start talking a little bit.

"Why would they do that? We are not at war to do such a thing." As soon as you finish the sentence the pieces come together in your head, you were not in an actual war, but it was the beginning of some conflict. Which could end very badly.

"Some are not according to the contract, since my part has not yet been fulfilled." He would have his reasons, it was a matter of honor, he would never break a contract.

Which makes you wonder what would be so valuable as to be a fair exchange for a Gnosis, there was nothing in this world that was so precious. At this point you could already bet that what was at stake was his Gnosis.

Besides it was dumb to attempt a direct conflict with Morax. He might not be in the best of shape, but he still had unmatched strength. He could take anyone down with his bare hands if he wanted to, without needing anyone's help.

"I guess you know what kind of trouble you're in." You were already looking at him with an annoyed face.

"I am the God of Contracts I know well how each one works." He knew so well that you were getting yourself into a bottomless hole.

Now the fact that Xiao and Bosacius were having to go out of their way to do the patrols made perfect sense, they were trying to invade Liyue through the weakest, most sensitive places, which were the small villages.

It had to be a very important decision for him to be willing to face all this, of course Morax cared about the welfare of those who were close to him, but from what little you understood what would happen would benefit others more than him, which again made you even more suspicious.

"I will reinforce patrols in this area, don't worry. As for you, I hope from the bottom of my soul that you know what you are doing, I won't stand for another war." You say just before teleporting away.

You would go back to your place of study, there you would cool your head and be able to think more clearly. Maybe it was an odd feeling, but you couldn't say you were angry enough to start hating what he did, but you weren't happy either.

His eyes had so much grief in them, as if he wanted to pay you back for something, he even had reasons to, but you couldn't imagine what he could do to fix those things. And you felt that as always, he kept a smile and a kind expression, always fitting in with his surroundings while showing that he was happy, or sympathetic to the life he was leading.

But even with this mask, he couldn't hide the melancholy he carried in his heart, the pain for all the past, and maybe he even felt bad for decisions that were even recent, who knows. And you experienced this too, it has been centuries, millennia, all the things that happened, good or bad, were engraved in the memory, each loss was as marked as a scar, not all the memories were good, in fact the bad ones unfortunately ended up being the most striking.

And he as the leader of a nation had experienced a lot, and he would experience even more, and he couldn't help it. He was only standing by his remaining friends and Liyue, he was always feeling lonely.

It wasn't hard to find him wandering around Liyue, admiring the sights and remembering every detail, every event, he had a great memory for this kind of thing. What weighed heavily on him was seeing everyone around him leave, in the most tragic ways imaginable, and he would do everything he could to keep those he held dear safe.

And you were also doing the same thing, you were doing everything in your power to save your friends, your family. Even if it meant depraving your own health, and that's what was happening, that could be one of the reasons why the symptoms of Karma were so evident, it didn't usually start out aggressively.

And you always knew that it would happen sooner or later, but you didn't hesitate, and you wouldn't hesitate. And maybe thinking this way would explain why you couldn't feel heinous rage, even if you didn't like it you could understand the reasoning.

Well, the ends justify the means, you were willing to do anything to save the ones you loved, and so was Morax, what you couldn't understand was who could be so important for him to do that.

And in fact, it should be someone with a great meaning to him.

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #zhongli x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x y/n #zhongli x y/n #zhongli #zhongli imagines

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vampireknitting · 1 year

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I don't go out all that much. If I do, it's because I'm doing something with someone or grocery shopping. I did mall crawls with friends back in school, but I never really enjoyed myself while doing it. Sure, new things are fun and cool. But it doesn't do the happy brain chemicals, just some guilt and exhaustion. Being around big groups of people is just exhausting. Grocery shopping is exhausting, too, but it's something I kinda like doing anyway.

I call myself a shut-in. Usually, as a joke but I kinda am. Fibromylagia massively changed my life. It was in a conversation with my mom that it occurred to me just how much things have changed just by doing yoga and being a homemaker. The only reason why I could sleep after our mall crawl on Sunday was because I made myself stretch our my hips and lower back. It was hard to do because it took more effort than it usually does. Today only happened because I took my time and stretched out the pain. Which I'll have to do before bed to get good rest.

All i could think about while stretching was something I was told almost 8 years ago; "if they seriously believe you have fibromylagia you need to make a choice, home life or work life because you can't have both." It was something I was told by the mom of one of my best friends. She was diagnosed before they were born and is a working woman. She's super awesome. At first, I wanted to be irritated, but she was one of the first people who took me seriously and was completely honest about it. If she wasn't, I'm pretty sure I'd have destroyed my body and every healthy relationship I've maintained over the years. That little sentence changed my life. It gave me hope that I can make something amazing regardless of the details. That awkward morning before we went to wonderland as a big ass group and was woken by her dad at like 3am, which was good for me because it made it soo much earlier to call in sick lol. By the end of the trip when I was limping and in visible pain, she told me I should think about it because the pain can be managed so you can enjoy everything still.

I'm grateful she told me because I built something great. Even though I feel over exhausted and I'm hurting pretty good, I'm in a great mood.

It leaves one feeling blessed.

#disabled homemaker #just some thoughts #i am grateful #cripple life #yogalife #nap time

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ok maybe ur not into brats bc ur a soft dom (love that for u! we love to see it. but im way too mean to be one i think .. maybe im the problem 😭) but i would just like to set a scenario! perhaps there are times lino likes to take advantage of your kindness and act out a little bit. yknow, rolling his eyes and huffing about every little thing under his breath. it's getting on ur nerves a lil but you're patient enough with him to chalk it up to a bad morning. and then, here's the kicker, he starts getting mouthy with you. nothing too bad but he is whining about how you're not giving him enough attention, your mind is elswhere when it should be on him and him alone. he thinks you're too nice to do anything about it and he just keeps going despite you're mood souring slightly. he doesn't seem to notice, too preoccupied in his bratty little bubble. and that's when you decide enough is enough. you may be soft but you're still a dom regardless. his dom to be exact! <3

and in true soft dom nature, you walk up to where he's seated and straddle his lap. he's startled by your actions but turns to give you an annoyed stare. his mouth opens but you catch him before a word leaves it, hand coming to grip on his face. you press into his cheeks a little firmer than you usually would, watching his lips pout out due to the pressure. "what's up with you today, hm?" your voice is soft but he could sense the tone of condescencion in it. "you're not acting like yourself, kitty."

and when the nickname leaves your mouth, he melts. he starts whining, eyes glossing over with tears as the attitude slowly disappears. his fingers curl into the front of your top, desperately trying to get a hold of himself. it's kinda pathetic really, making a show of acting out but is so quick to give up when you press a few fingers against his cheeks and call him kitty. you coo at the desperate look on his face and shush him, pressing sweet kisses all over. "you're just a little pent up. too many thoughts in that pretty little head of yours, it made you forget how to act right. you just need me to take care of you, isn't that right, my love?" and he nods, a choked sob leaving his throat because you love him so much, so willing to give him everything even when he's been nothing but a brat to you. "s-sorry! i'll be good, promise. need you."

and you smile down at him, ready to break him down and guide him back up again. your kitty just needed a little reminder that he's yours, that's all. <3

(sorry this is so long but perhaps im liking the soft dom author x lino agenda too much. idk if ur into any of this but hope u like it anyways 😭)

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are you kidding me this is exactly the kind of dynamic i adore…maintaining the softness but still having lino stay true to his annoying lil self 😭 poor kitty always has to make everything difficult for himself he can’t even ask for your attention without doing it in the most frustrating roundabout way possible. i’m in shambles thinking abt his act just dropping completely the moment you cup his puffed cheeks n scold him gently…and him grabbing on to your shirt almost like a reflex to make sure you don’t pull away from him please…ㅠㅠ ive got nothing smart to say i’m in love w everything abt this

#ask #🤍 anon #💌 lino #❤️‍🔥#long post #crying sobbing screaming bursting into hysterics etc etc #i love lino to death but i think we’d only b compatible in a very specific way so this kind of scenario kills me 😓💞

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a little sorting drabble based off of this post of mine about a darker slytherin sirius black.

“remember now, sirius, we have a reputation to uphold. you know what will happen if you bring shame on the house of black,” sirius’ father, orion, told him.

it was almost quarter to ten in the morning on the 1st of september 1971. today would be sirius’ first day of hogwarts, and in a matter of minutes the black family would be flooing to platform 9 and 3/4 to see sirius off.

he was excited, of course, and trying his best not to let his parents’ warnings dampen his mood.

“yes father,” sirius said.

“repeat to me what is expected of you, sirius,” his mother, walburga, said.

“i shall be sorted into slytherin,” sirius recited, having the familial expectations drilled into his head from a very young age, “i will maintain the highest grades i am capable of, and i will inform you and my head of house of any subject i struggle in so i can receive tutoring from an older year and so that a summer tutor can be arranged if i still struggle. i will maintain my alliances with those i know within slytherin, and form new alliances with children from suitable families, regardless of house, as is my duty as the heir to the house of black. i will endeavour not bring shame on our family- defending myself from attack and facing punishment for it is understandable, but i will not seek out trouble.”

“unless?” walburga prompted.

“unless there is problems caused by mudbloods or blood-traitors. in that case, i shall not take action alone if it can be helped, and i shall not take any action at all without calculating the risk of being caught.”

“very good, son,” father said, ruffling his hair- but enough to make a mess. orion looked at his watch, “walburga, would you fetch regulus?”

she nodded, and left the drawing room, leaving sirius and his father.

“now, sirius, you have ensured to pack your extra-curricular books?”

sirius nodded in affirmation. extra-curricular books was an interesting way to describe it. the secret and heavily warded compartment in his trunk contained everything from introductions to elective subjects he could not study until his third year and books on becoming a suitable heir all the way to beginners dark arts books.

“yes father. i shall keep the black family books to myself, but i can compare the other books and my notes on them with other students in my house.”

“good, you have listened well.”

“thank you father.”

walburga re-entered the room with regulus in tow.

sirius noticed that regulus was somewhat misty-eyed, and sirius felt a pang in his heart. regulus would not attend hogwarts for another two years, and sirius knew they would miss each other greatly. his brother was the most important person in his life, and he hoped the next two years would pass quickly.

“reggie, c’mere,” sirius said, opening his arms.

his brother all but ran to him, wrapping his arms around him and sirius held him close.

“i’m gonna miss you, siri,” he mumbled into sirius’ chest.

“and i you, but i’ll be back before you know it! yule break is only two months away, and i’ll tell you all about what i’ve learnt!”

“come now, boys, it’s time to leave,” orion said.

sirius reluctantly pulled himself away from regulus, and straightened his back as he strode towards the fireplace. he lifted a handful of floo powder and said, in the strongest voice his eleven year old self could manage, “platform nine and three quarters.”

•••

sirius stepped out of the carriage with an internal sigh. he had spent half an hour before the train set off with the other soon-to-be first years that he had grown up with- alecto and amycus carrow, antonin dolohov, rabastan lestrange, augustus rookwook, zacharias mulciber, garrick avery and euphemia rowle. he had excused himself in search of an empty carriage ten minutes before the train departed, claiming that he wanted some peace and quiet to read and would return in a few hours.

frankly, sirius just didn’t want to listen to all the complaining that was sure to ensue about headmaster dumbledore and sharing classes with mudbloods.

he ducked into an empty compartment and promptly resized his trunk, pulling out his copy of ancient runes made easy before shrinking his trunk again. his parents had already had him read his schoolbooks for the year, so he may as well read something that interested him.

minutes after the train left the station, the door to his compartment slid open and sirius was met with two somewhat out of breath boys.

they looked at each other for a moment before sirius sighed, shutting his book.

“may i help you?”

“we- uh- we couldn’t find and empty compartment,” the taller of the two boys said, “can we sit here?”

“i suppose so,” sirius said, gesturing to the seats opposite him. as the boys made themselves comfortable, he spoke again, “i’m heir sirius black, and you are…?”

“i’m heir james potter,” the boy who had spoken previously said, sitting up straighter. a pureblood, sirius noted, despite the boys messy hair.

“i’m peter pettigrew,” the other boy said quietly.

“is your mother professor pettigrew?” sirius asked, “the divination professor?”

“yes,” pettigrew nodded.

“not a class i plan to take,” sirius said.

“neither,” potter said, “no offence, pete.”

“i’m not sure if i will either,” pettigrew said, fidgeting slightly.

“what’re you reading, black?” potter asked.

“an ancient runes book.”

“but we don’t take that until third year?”

“i know. it interests me.”

potter furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the compartment door opening again. this time it was a lone boy- somewhat skinny, with a long silver scar stretching from one cheek all the way across the bridge of his nose.

“my apologies,” the boy said, with a welsh accent, “all the other compartments were full, and i was hoping to find other first years to sit with. may i?”

sirius nodded, and shifted up slightly so the boy could sit beside him.

“thank you,” he said with a small nod, “i’m remus lupin.”

“james potter.”

“peter pettigrew.”

“sirius black.”

lupin flushed slightly, “oh- my apologies. i can leave if you so wish?”

“what? why?” potter asked.

“i’m a half-blood,” he said, with a quick barely noticeable glance at sirius out of the corner of his eye, “i understand that i am probably not the company you wish to keep.”

“nonsense,” potter said, “i don’t give a toss about blood purity, we’re all wizards anyway.”

“yeah,” pettigrew echoed.

all eyes turned to sirius, who was conflicted. yes, this was not exactly the company he was supposed to keep, but he didn’t exactly want to make enemies before he even arrived in hogwarts.

he shrugged, “you can stay. it’s fine.”

lupin sighed in relief.

potter began to rummage through the pockets of his robes (not as nice as sirius’ own, he noted to himself) and pulled out some cards.

“anyone for a game of exploding snap?”

•••

time passed quickly, and before sirius knew it the conductor’s voice was floating through the train telling students to begin changing into their robes as they would be arriving in hogsmeade station in twenty minutes.

he found himself liking the boys surprisingly well in the few hours he had known them, and had ended up on first name terms with all of them. he learnt that james would accept no house but gryffindor, peter assumed he would be hufflepuff but would love to be in gryffindor and remus desired ravenclaw. james and peter had known each other for years, and remus had lived rather isolated and didn’t know anyone who would be in their year.

james had rather insistently believed that sirius would be gryffindor himself, which sirius didn’t really respond to- focusing more on a conversation with remus about their upcoming classes.

as the conductor’s announcement finished, sirius bid his goodbyes to the other boys in the compartment- explaining that he had promised to return back to a different compartment before the train arrived.

as he left the compartment, and walked through the carriages, sirius noted with a small smile that those three boys were the first friends he had ever made all on his own.

he wondered if sorting into different houses would affect that- with james being so staunchly gryffindor.

•••

sirius’ nerves began to get the better of him as he stood with the other first years outside the great hall.

“ooh, sev, this place is huge! the pictures in the books really didn’t do it justice!” a red-headed girl near his right said to a boy with jaw length black hair, who nodded and mumbled something too low for sirius to hear.

“mudbloods,” mulciber muttered with a scowl. sirius nodded absentmindedly in response.

the doors to the great hall opened and the first years were beckoned forwards by the rather stern-looking professor mcgonagall.

as they walked in, sirius suppressed his awe at the enchanted ceiling of the great hall- maintaining his pureblood mask. he took a deep breath to calm his nerves, knowing how close he was to the beginning of the alphabet.

sirius ignored the first few names, but noted that avery, predictably, had went to slytherin. after a few more students, he snapped back to attention.

“sirius black,” mcgonagall called.

sirius walked to the front of the hall with his back straight and his head high, careful not to portray his nerves. he sat down on the stool with perfect posture as the sorting hat was placed on his head.

“well,” the hat spoke in his mind, “you are certainly an interesting one, heir black.”

“meaning?” sirius thought.

“i believe you would flourish in both gryffindor and slytherin, their traits fit you best. having the traits of both these houses is a rather uncommon occurrence,” the hat paused, “hmm, yes, indeed. interesting. where to put you?”

“i- i don’t know.”

“you have hopes and fears, certainly. you hope that in gryffindor you could join your new friends, but it will likely cause problems with your family. a tough decision. what do you believe is best, heir black?”

sirius thought hard about this one. could he really risk his parent’s anger over people he had met that very same day? the news of the black heir would certainly bring much unwanted gossip within pureblood circles, which would only make his parents’ displeasure worse over time. he didn’t want to lose his new friends either, though, but he had always been sneaky- he was sure he could maintain these friendships somehow?

“wise thinking, heir black,” the hat said in his mind, “very well.”

sirius took a deep breath.

“SLYTHERIN!” the hat announced to the hall.

he noticed a frown on james’ face as he stood and walked to the slytherin table and felt a small pang in his chest. he hoped his sorting didn’t make him hate him.

“merlin,” avery said, patting sirius’ back when he sat down, “you were almost a hatstall!”

“the hat was torn between slytherin and ravenclaw,” sirius lied easily.

avery scoffed, “not surprised, you never have your head out of a book.”

james, peter and remus were all sorted into gryffindor, but sirius noticed how long the latter two’s sortings took- with peter looking like he was desperate throughout his sorting and remus looking quite surprised. he didn’t quite like peter so much as he liked the other two, and he was more wary of him, but still- he was a friend now.

he sighed to himself as he ate his meal. he really hoped he had made the right decision.

#slytherin sirius black #dark sirius black #death eater sirius black #harry potter #hp fandom #sirius and regulus #sirius black headcanon #regulus black #regulus lives!#slytherin #and make the first few chapters about *this* sirius and his early years before moving onto harry and his life!#i said i was going to make this post a fic and i do still plan to but i may abandon what i have written

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