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sleepyconfusedpotato · 19 hours

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Do Ghost and Jade's kids don't know about their careers (or in Jade's case, former career)? Cause the comic you made of Andrew seeing Ghost in the middle of the night sorta implies they don't know about their parents' military background.

HMMM HM HM Good catch right there 👀👀

So this is also a part of what I've been thinking inside the Riley family after they have kids.

- I feel like the kids would definitely know about Simon's career as a soldier. BUT, as they are still in their early teens, I'd imagine that Andrew, Gracie, and later Orion know that their dad is a soldier, but that's the extent of their knowledge. They do know about Simon's nickname "Ghost", but they don't know how Simon operates inside the Task Force, they're not aware that their dad is an officer of one of the most elite and dangerous task force in the world. As far as they know, their dad only has edgy hobbies that involves black outfits and skull/skeleton themed. Heck, they even made fun of his preferences in outfits.

- But dear God, they never saw him in a full-on combat gear, in the dark of the night.

- Ghost is an officer, so day by day, he'd left the house with open face, and only wears the mask inside the car. After work day, he'd take off the mask before entering the house. If he's too tired, he'd try to sneak in in the deep of the night without making a sound. He'd sworn to himself that 'Ghost' will never enter his family and children's house/lives. They do not need trouble and his dangerous line of work to enter the one thing he cherishes the most.

- However, once you have kids, you can't hide anything forever. They'll find out by themselves (in this case, Andrew is entering his puberty and needs some midnight munchies). Simon and Lottie knows this, so they already have everything figured out. What would Andrew's reaction be, what would Gracie's reaction be, what would Orion's reaction be. They've discussed what they'd reveal, and what they'd still keep a secret, again, until they're old enough to know. They tread VERY carefully about it.

- About their mother though, that's a whole different story. After their marriage, Jade has strictly commited to be a mother for her kids, and opened a branch of The Garden in Herefordshire. She's an ✨ entrepreneur ✨. She's not that active to be called into deployment as before she had kids. If she's used to be 60% florist and 40% TF141 ally, after she had kids she'd be 98% Mum and Florist, and 2% TF141 Ally. Her kids literally only knows her as a florist, and that's it. Up until their late teens, Andrew, Gracie, and Orion would have no clue nor idea about her past with MI6. She didn't lie, she's just holding the truth until they're big enough to understand.

- In fact, Ghost BEGGED and asked Jade to not be active inside the TF141 or any conflicts anymore, considering Ghost would be deployed a lot (and how he's promoted to Captain and above), he'd want his wife to be with her kids. Jade herself also agreed, but she also told Ghost to not die and do stupid stuff. Even though married and less involved in the TF141 business, her resolve stayed the same. If he's missing, she'd pick up the guns in a heartbeat.

- Now, back to the kids. I'd imagine that because of how eventful each of Simon and Lottie's lives are, it sort of like become a game to the family. Each birthdays of the kids, Simon has established a "3 Question" rule game, where the kids can ask their parents anything about their lives. From Andrew and Orion, it's usually trivial and simple stuffs like "What's the naughtiest things you've ever done" "What's your favorite bla bla bla". HOWEVER, with Gracie, its always "What's your favourite mission?" "What's the worst condition of a dead body you've ever find?" "Who's the most difficult bad man you've ever encountered?" "Where is he now?"

- Ghost and Jade would answer with only two sentences. Looking at each other for approval. Gracie is most definitely Simon's daughter with that line of questioning. BUT, again, with every birthdays, and with their increasing age and they become more mature, they'll reveal everything bit after bit.

- By the time they finally know everything about their parents, they'd be in college years, probably, and Simon would no longer be the Ghost (he might be one of the higher ranked officer at this point), and Lottie would be completely out of the Task Force 141 game, becoming a regular civilian. Still, it'd be a legendary story to tell.

WOOHOO I kinda yapped a bit there, but hope that answer your question!

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1800-lemonadeg1rl · 5 hours

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Sniffle any louder

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆

Summary - when you show up to work il lit aggravates Natasha that is until she sees your dire state

Warnings - mention of illness, nonsexual nudity, hurt comfort, as usual not proofread

Word count - 2k

A/n - I started rushing at the end because I wanted to have it out by tonight so the ending might not be as good srry

Fractures of pain shot through your aching body like icicles as you left the team meeting. God how you wished you'd just admitted you were ill this morning instead of letting your pride get in the way and pretended to the team that you were right as rain. I guess that's what happens when your on a team with literal super soldiers, you too start believing your above any illness or injury. Oh, but how wrong you realised you were when this flu hit you like a ton of bricks. The combined migraine alongside with the distrsssing chill of your bones left little energy left for you to do anything except lie down and rest, which you hated to admit and wouldn't ever given the choice, despite how sickly you'd begun to look.

Your usual bright eyes full of life and wonder became dull and bloodshot from the lack of sleep your blocked nose had caused you the previous night when you chose to ignore it. The skin on your face that was often painted a rosy colour now paled almost deathly looking, comparable to that of a ghost. Your unshakable senses, often remarked as some of the best had become overworked and dulled from the sickness using up all your remaining energy causing you not to notice people around you until they had begun to speak. The gravelly gasping and choking noises that spluttered from your inflamed throat were foreign to your usual bubbly voice.

Despite these stark and clear changes in not only your physical appearance but also how you carried yourself around the compound you had tricked yourself, somehow, into the belief no one around you would notice. Obviously you were unwell anyone could see that from a mile off and if you didn't think out of a house full of spies, enhanced beings and military personnel that not one of them would pick up on something up with you then you must have been seriously down with something.

Unlucky for you someone did notice after your sniffling had interupted their train of thought for the seventh time, it didn't take a genuis but she'd been ignoring the signs since you arrived. Natasha Romanoff had been trying to reread and correct a badly written mission report written by an incompetent intern. This had already been stressful enough for her without the woman next to her trying to desperately through her blocked nose instead of just going home. The first time she actually noticed something was up was when you nearly walked into the door, stumbling around like bambi on ice. This was something someone with your spacial awareness and high senses would never manage to do if they were as okay as they were telling everyone they were. She spotted it again when you began to cough like a smoker and at that like someone who smoked at least five packs a day, a thing she knew you were not. You'd told her a while back that despite your bad habits which were endless and definitely on show today that you never wanted to smoke because it reminded you of your mother. So unless you'd switched up on that which she very much doubted and had taken up chain smoking the answer was clear; you were ill, very ill.

She also questioned why you were even here, how you were even here. Natasha would leap at the first chance to avoid these dull meetings even if it meant admitting illness to the rest of the group. She'd actually faked being ill before to skip debriefs and instead head to the gym. At one point she had no clue how you were even still able to be alive and functioning with how shallow your breaths were. Everytime your mouth opened a disgusting noise alike to the disgust she felt at nails on a chalk board rung from deep in your throat. Aswell your ever scratcher voice that was beginning to drive her insane. It was one thing to come in sick, it was another to make yourself more ill by working harder than usual.

This had made her angry more than anything, angry at your selflessness. Angry no one else would ever do this, including herself. Angry you put working above your own physical health. Angry that you'd risk everyone else getting ill instead of taking a sick day. Angry you couldnt just admit your illness and leave.

Your eighth sniffle really sent Natasha over the edge as she turned to look dead at you and gave you a menacingly dirty look. A scowl that could kill glowering into your soul. Yet in feverly state you could hardly even register the spy looking in your direction as you still tried to process something said in conversation several minutes ago. Throughout the rest of the meeting she sideyed, scowled, gritted teeth, frowned, muttered under breath and cursed in your direction much to you ignorance. On an average day you could recognise what emotion someone was going through just by being in the same room as them and the tone of their breath but right now even with Natasha directly next you, practically right in your face you couldn't pick up a single negative emotion.

After the meeting you quickly stumbled in the direction of your room, hoping to avoid anyone on the way there, which you managed with much ease despite your worsening condition. Once you reached your room you shut the door without bothering with the lock. Stripped to your underwear and crawled back into bed without a sound. Curling up under your soft thick duvets you shivered and slowly cried yourself into a feverish slumber.

Natasha stayed behind to finish her reports, which she easily could have done hours ago without your incessant coughing and sniffling and all round ill noises. It only infuriated her more as she worked quickly, alone and welcoming the silence since the end of the meeting. When she finished up the work she was just about ready to give you a piece of her mind. And thats what she was gonna do. She had strong feelings about you prioritisation of work over wellness and she was gonna share them with you whether you wanted to hear or not.

Easily, she threw open your door and it hit the wall with a bang, enraged she didnt notice your crumpled whimpering figure writhing under the duvet.

"Sniffle a little louder next meeting." She comments loudly and sarcastically before instantly wincing at the sight of you in the bed.

Instantly her whole demeanour changes into one of care and pure unhidden worry. Natasha crouched over your trembling figure on the bed. Quickly she removed the pile of blankets from overtop and pressed a palm to your forhead before just as swiftly pulling it away with a frown. You were boiling 38°c at the very least and yet your body was still shivering. Without thinking twice Natasha knew the best thing for you was a cold, very cold shower.

She carried your somehow still sleeping figure easily into the bathroom as if you were no more than a light weight to her, which you probably were considering her max dead lift. Gently and ever so carefully she sat you down in the bath before turning the cool shower on next to you. Adjusting it so the water pressure was lower than usual so that it maybe less of a shock for when you fully woke.

Soon after the water began to flow your eyes opened to the hazy view before you. Natasha knelt over the bath making sure you were just alright. When you noticed the water and the bath, definitely not where you fall asleep you began to panic. Quickly flailing much like a fish out of water. Thrashing to get out the bath and attempting to scrabble to your feet. Natasha noticed your sudden frenzy and much quicker than you could, grabbed a hold of your hands halting your movements while whispering affirming words to you.

"Shh sh its okay. Your just in the bath, don't worry were just trying to soothe your fever." She begins to rub your palms slowly in a way which soothes you and instantly slows your panic as you go to rest your head on the bathroom wall.

"Hm don't do that darling. Try and stay awake while your in the bath, just for now." She's says quietly afraid to worsen the headache you already had as she coaxes your head off the wall. "That's it good girl. You can do this."

Her small praises would have usually annoyed you and felt almost condescending but right now they were almost enough to make you smile. She was making you feel as if your feeble attempts to stay conscious were really doing anything.

"M' so tired." You mumbled out a response that slumped together into your mouth so it was barely understandable to Natasha yet she still smiled and nodded at you, not wanting you to feel any worse than you already did.

"That's okay sweet girl, the sooner we get you out the bath and some medicine down you the sooner you can sleep." All the while she kept rubbing at your hands and fingers to keep you grounded in the moment. "I'm going to find you some fresh clothes just stay here."

You nodded but the minute Natasha left your head flopped back against the wall as if magnetised towards it. Upon her return with fresh clothes Natasha tutted.

"You really aren't well, are you?" A small attempt at a nod on your part did not surprise her one bit. "See if you told someone earlier we wouldn't be here right now. You have to ask for help when you need it." She knew her words meant little to you in your current state but she wanted to start bedding them in now nonetheless.

"Now, do you need help getting dressed? There's no shame in needing the help."

"Uhm.. I think a bit." Your response was croaky and your voice was beginning to sound worse by the second.

"That's okay, I'll help you then." She gives you a hand getting out the bath and holds you upright as she helps fully undress you. In her panic to get you in the bath she hadn't thought to remove what you were wearing.

You weren't insecure about your body but something like this would usually not be on with you. But right now you knew you couldn't refuse the help Natasha was offering as you could barely even stand still yourself. So begrudgingly you allowed her to undo your bra and slip off your underwear before tossing them in the bath saying something about getting them to the wash later. Putting on the fresh clothes was easier than either of you anticipated as you didn't resist and her strength helped you from falling against the cold tile floor.

Natasha helped you hobble back towards your bed which you instantly fell against ready to embrace sleep again.

"Ah. Not so quick, first the medicine then sleep." She said softly handing you first a couple pills and some water. "For your headache." Begrudgingly you took them and Natasha smiled as she saw the look of grimace on your face finding it both amusing and adorable. "Okay sweet girl just the syrup left, this will help for your throat." You stared at the syrup in your hand with a frown. Just the smell of its contents was enough to make you dry heave and its colour wasn't tempting either. After two minutes of more convincing and praise you managed to stomach it, not all of it but enough so Natasha was happy enough to stop bothering you.

You knew after that you could finally emmerse yourself in a blissful slumber and with little care curled up, face pressing into Natasha who watched over you as you slept making sure nothing interupted your much needed rest.

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the-starlight-project · 3 days

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First of all I LOVE THIS, AAAAHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!❤❤❤❤❤❤

Second of all I've been seeing people saying "oh god sonic had to watch people die but it actuality it was acting" but I see no one asking "how the fuck did he go super?" And "what about being a werehog?" And all the other form transformation that he has done over the years and also " HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN HIS FUCKING OWN DEATH TO HIM"

Like with the death one, did they put him I a forced coma? Did they tranquilise him? So many thoughts are going on it my head

On a other thought, what is he going to do now he knows that everything is 'fake'? Like he was no clue if sonic's world was real or not cause even tho we know there is no interdimensional interference going on we can't rule out that what happen to sonic was real, whether as an act or it actually happen, cause we know that in the games sonic fort a god(s) and won, and if those god(s) where real what is going on? Are all the actors playing roles that have no clue they are playing? Is sonic the only one who is in the right to believe everything is fake? Is chaos energy real or was it special effects? Is sonic like PROJECT SHADOW? Is sonic a GOD????????? (I'm twicking, or am I 🤔)

We have no clue what is real or not cause we are only the spectators. We are like sonic, we are seeing the things sonic is seeing and making theorys that sonic himself might have not even be thinking about cause our main man is going through like 30 intenal mental breakdowns in like 30 minutes, having an existential crisis and all that.

What is really going on cause it seems like 'shadow' also did not know that sonic had no idea about how they were actors in the beginning of the comic and now he is coming to terms that maybe everything he knew was a lie as well, cause we see reaction to sonic doing a spindash at the wall is when he really started to think the sonic is more then the main character of the story but an actual person who is in the dark and when 'shadow' was bring up all these things from the past we start seeing him get nervous cause he probably is thinking "oh fuck what is happening? I thought he was a actor like I am" and in reality is not

I have rambled a lot cause I love this and with The Truman Show being something I am actively studying for school my mind is going haywire

"Thank you for listening to my Ted talk"/ref

Okay, first of all, massive pretense - there are so many questions in this ask that I cannot (and will not) answer all of them.

HOWEVER.

A lot of these questions are very important, very well thought-out and certainly should not be forgotten - and rest assured, several things you ask about do indeed have answers to them (I'd go so far as to say that about 95% have answers to them, actually). I had a hell of a time reading through this with SB on a discord call and it was SUCH a doozy /pos

The problem with asks like this is that I literally can't say anything without accidentally spoiling the whole comic BUT! I will endeavor to say as much as I can!

Chaos Energy is very much a real force, but it's not universal. In fact, it's pretty much localized. Very localized.

Shamdow may have been acting with Sonic for a long time, but when you're running a long-standing show, you have sets, budgets and effects that reach well into the millions. He had no real reason to question Sonic because surely, it was all just effects. (It was not, in fact, all effects)

Sonic shares some similarities with the concept of Project Shadow, but not all - most notably, he's not an alien or a robot or whatever else Shadow has gone through when trying to figure out what he is in the games. He's not the product of science, he's very much natural.

#starlight au #project starlight #starlight ask tag!#mw replies #cw swearing

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sag-dab-sar · 2 years

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Hi, i wanted to ask you what's it like worshipping Hygieia? There aren't many worshippers i can find. Could you recommend some blogs?

Hi 🤍

I've talked about not having much of a "godphone" many times, that I'm like idunno 90% headblind. However, surprisingly Hygeia is one of the few Gods who I have a lot of internal language/UPG experiences with. For the basics I'll mention her page on the Theoi Project.

I used to worship her as an extension of worshipping her father Asklepios and the rest of his family who were on a set of prayer beads. Until she figuratively knocked on my door and wanted her own proper recognition and full worship; it manifested as a sense of longing and urgency. So I did just that, I bought a statue for her and gave her a separate ritual to offer it as an idol in 2017 and begin worshipping, (the quality of this photo is horrendous because the original is buried in my laptop somewhere; side note don't feel the need for statues, this could have been a printed out picture or other simple object— I just wanted it):

She can be demanding and gentle simultaneously. In terms of "internal language" or UPG I've had some of the following experiences:

When I was considering getting incense I was thinking over different scents and looking at my altar— she glowed when my mind thought of vanilla. It felt as if she "wanted" some vanilla incense but I wasn't fully comfortable with incense yet and the next day my mom gifted me a vanilla scented candle ... its Hygeia's now. And when I say "its hers" I mean I don't dare take it away from her:

Lavender is important to me and my friend sent me some lavender in a pouch with a care package. I put that pouch on her for awhile, asking her to bless it. When I took the pouch off later I had this very strong emotion of uneasiness. I eventually put it back on her and the emotion faded. Another item that is now hers and I don't dare take it away:

She does not like it when I have an altar(s) with multiple idols but she is put away. I forgot to place her on my altar one day and like every few hour I was given a reminder of her. And each reminder made me feel ever so slightly confused/concerned about something. Until it clicked and I remember she was placed away and so I rectified the situation.

She likes clean water as a libation: be it bottled or filtered.

She likes oranges and other watery/juicy fruit.

In general she, like Athena, is very particular about her idol. She likes things a particular way and I try to pay attention to my emotions when caring for her. Here she is with her pouch and candle. Even if the candle seems hard to place on the altar I find a way. She is also placed with other health deities:

I pray to her for physical aspects of my health in particular hygiene which can be extremely difficult for me. I feel strength and happiness dedicating my showers to her; along with other hygiene tasks. She makes everything feel a little bit easier and more relaxed.

I just love Hygeia. Here are some small prayers I've written:

Gentle laughing Hygeia, I enter this shower so I may cleanse myself. I remember your beauty and wish to honor you with my actions, so you may look favorably upon me.

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Hygeia, glowing goddess, faithful attendant, I seek your help. As I go about these tasks, be with me, lend me your strength. The strength of Good Health. I praise you.

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Hygeia of Good Health, undefiled, much desired. Please bring health to this world, to its many countries, to its many people. Bless everyone who is working against this pandemic, health care professionals and many other workers and volunteers alike. They are fighting to maintain society, to fight this virus, to help us all. Hygeia, grant all these people your blessings, your favor, and peace of mind. See us through this unprecedented pandemic with your love. (except from a longer prayer)

As well as this which I used:

Hygeia, gentle goddess, guide me in my routine. Help me every day to remember you and honor you with cleanliness and with the hygiene of my body. Keep sickness at bay, and let my body be a temple, maintained with perfect care and pleasing to your eyes. - by @delphicsacrifice

As for other worshippers I honestly have no idea sorry 😅. I don't know if this is what you were looking for but I hope I somewhat answered your question its kinda hard to describe worship I suppose.

-not audio proof read-

#polytheism #paganism #hellenic polytheism #helpol #hygeia #mypractice #my prayer #original writing #mygod #ask #prayer #edit:#i removed some of my prayers because it felt wrong to publish #i have literally no clue how to answer this #its kinda like idunno i just do cuz shes cool #i feel like i should put more tags or whatever #but its 23:10 i cant think #im sure my non audio proof reading was totally effective/s

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unloneliest · 1 year

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in the lonely hearts club job leverage asks the question "does romantic love exist?" and answers it by having eliot buy parker a venus fly trap on hardison's behalf, expecting no recognition and revealing eliot remembers a throwaway comment parker made on their second job together.

we all know this.

but was anybody going to tell me hardison already had a browser window open looking for restaurants to buy eliot in portland in response at the start of the episode immediately after that? or was i supposed to figure it out on a rewatch all by myself?!

#leverage #leverage ot3 #eliot spencer #eliot #hardison #alec hardison #parker #ot3 #leverage posting #jam posts #AND TO BE PERFECTLY CLEAR. I *CALLED* THE BREW PUB AS A RESPONSE TO THE VENUS FLY TRAP IN MY NOTES. THE PHYSICAL NOTES I TAKE #WHENEVER I WATCH LEVERAGE. I JUST DIDN'T REALIZE IT WAS THIS IMMEDIATE #my notes literally go girls/boys night out job 'parker is the only one playing 4d relationship chess so far. when does hardison join in &#what makes parker sure enough to push eliot more or is it just inevitable eliot's a part of the relationship conversation p&h have btween #seasons?' and then the lonely hearts job immediately afterwards is like. romantiv love exists. look at this very meaningful gesture eliot #made on hardison's behalf. answering the how does hardison clue in and what makes p&h confident enough to push question at the exact same #time. and then in the gold job. 'portland restaurants'. being searched. i swear to god.

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kenobster · 2 months

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You know creating a whole voting campaign over a poll on tumblr and bribing people to vote for a specific option means that it’s not actually going to accurately represent which ship is the most popular, right?

Like ofc it’s not that deep but would it not be better to actually see what the organic result would be? And if you have to pitch your preference to people then I have some bad news about what the organic result is, especially based on the previous polls. I just don’t really understand why these are taken so seriously because they’re never accurate (and I’m neutral so I really mean it when I say I don’t understand)

Lmfao, you're the only one here taking it seriously, sweaty. Why don't you go take a statistics class if you wanna be a nerd about it so bad?

#also i literally have no clue what you're talking about because obikin won the last three rounds fair and square?#maybe statistics aint for you after all sweaty #it sounds like you're still learning how to read #obikin #codywan #answer #anon

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trans-leek-cookie · 2 months

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schools don't really teach critical thinking they say they do but never explain What critical thinking is and also don't tell you how to practice it Unless you get the one teacher who actually teaches you and also. He never actually describes it as "critical thinking". And this might be my autism or some other shit but it's really hard to understand that you are being taught critical thinking when no one ever fucking defines critical thinking. Even when you're LEARNING CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS

#literally my ap history teacher taught us CAPP- context/audience/purpose/pov and i only realized it was critical thinking when I got used to #Fucking Tumblr media analysis. To be clear: Tumblr DIDNT introduce me to critical thinking. Tumblr was the place I LEARNED THE DEFINITION #And wow it's hard to practice something when you have no fucking clue what!!! It is!!!#Also in English class I assumed a character was being truthful (autism) when they weren't and answered assuming that #And the class didn't teach me ''heres how to read it and identify why/how they're lying'' it was just ''you answered the question wrong''

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coulson-is-an-avenger · 1 year

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🥺🌞🎶 for the writer ask!! (maybe 🧠 for raleigh beckett or the jarchavist 👁👁)

hey thank you!!! :D

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

mmm I'm always a huge sucker for some kind of casual display of trust, especially from a distrusting character. Any time I show that Jon is okay with touch from his teammates in KMC I get very 🥺👉👈 in my gomens and pacrim stuff too, little details like recalling infodumps or matching/supporting a habit that just show the characters Know and Trust each other makes me UWU

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

almost all of my fics have been written like. exclusively while im falling asleep lmfao it's not a good system

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I am DEEPLY allergic to listening to music while I write, the closest I can ever ever get is with instrumental stuff and even that is often distracting so gbdjdjdj my fic playlists are exclusively for driving around and going Insane about writing ideas to tackle once i get home

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. Raleigh Becket and/or Jarchivist

Oooh good picks!! Hmmm I don't have too many hcs for Raleigh, but I Definitely think that man is bisexual. look at how much respect women juice he chugs. look at his sweaters. smooches his head

as for Jarchivist, that archivist is ABSOLUTELY amab transfem. I have written multiple fics on this and it is my dearest hc for him. Also a less fun one: he hates when it rains because his Buried mark threatens to close up his airways when it does.

#tyty!!!!!#answered #the ghost fic was literally Exclusively drafted after 1am i think hsgwjdbsjd i have no fucking clue how that ever came out coherent #writing #fanfic #side note read my jender fics i love themmmmm #ask me

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moonlit-dreamers · 7 months

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HI 💥 SORRY JUST PUTTING THIS HERE

get fucking dunked on/aff

#answering asks #omg hiiiiiiiiii #silly moots #also i have no clue how to draw ur sona have mercy 🙏#birdcage scribbles #also sorry for no id its literally 5am #sobs

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hxlcyon · 1 year

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i broke my stardew valley via mods and now everyone in town refuses to acknowledge that we've been married for 15 months

#i dont know how to fix it #i can't tell if it's the fuckin wizard romance mod or something with the sebastian mods #i literally JUST want to see the romance lines of the ridgeside valley and expanded characters #like seeing victor go immediately from: wow.. i feel the same way..!#to: haha my mom does stocks #ARE WE NOT!!! GOING TO TALK ABOUT HOW I GAVE YOU A FUCKIN RING #IM BANGING MY HEAD #I MARRIED SO MANY PEOPLE TO TRY TO FIX THIS #BUT THEY ALL DONT REALIZE A THING #AAAAA #i think the answer is. i either restart or i redownload everything #because i weeded through my mods and updated them but #i still dont have a clue of what's fucking up the romance lines

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rosicheeks · 2 years

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Tying you up and groping you as I masturbate could be fun too.

Yes it would 👀🙈

#guys guys GUYS #you have no fucking CLUE how badly I want #no no no NEED #to be tied up #tbh I’ve never been tied up before #but can you IMAGINE how cute I’d look all tied up?!?!?!#so tied up I literally can’t move an inch so you can do whatever you want to me #🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵#ask #answered #anon

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1watermelontea · 15 days

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tumblr is foreshadowing smth hm

tumblr puts things in front of me and i just reblog them i don’t even use it on the same device as what i write with i

#melon answers #i literally have no clue how it coincidentally puts just the right things in front of me #the watchers just like to fuck with me in particular #cthl

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cocomere · 7 months

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Happy anniversary to @valravntheravenwolf trying to guess The Askblog Secret and in the process making me answer thusly;

I earned the right to laugh about this because I led Trias to the water so many times, and they got so close...and then suddenly veered off course.

I think I spent like two weeks being progressively less subtle. I had thought the answer was, like, pretty easy to guess? If you had a few pieces??

In the year since then I have learned that, no, my twists and turns are not actually obvious.

Still really surprised nobody called me out for the flower symbolism titles in Blood & Gold's interludes. The ominous chapter summaries, I thought, would make it obvious there's an overarching theme beyond the surface level meaning.

The answer is that they're all associated with death btw. I was spelling out what happens to Tubbo from the get-go.

The Askblog Secret is like 200 times weirder and requires some logic leaps that Are Not Obvious, because (depending on what you're noticing) the truth might have changed on a meta level multiple times over.

The cosmos is weird, the cosmos is infinite, the cosmos has an industrial sized tub of white-out and has decided to use it extremely liberally.

#I scheduled this two months in advance because I thought of it and decided it was funny #when I pointed out the biggest clue (literally just the answer; the answer is JUST SPELLED OUT SOMEWHERE)#Trias p much went 'oh godamnit. how did I miss that. HOW DID I MISS THAT??'#and my reply was 'YEAH I WANT TO KNOW THAT TOO FAM.'#Innit Apologists groupchat is a delightful time #and speaking of time. writing this up at 8 am and time isn't real #I will have definitely forgotten about this by the time it gets posted btw!

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earthtooz · 4 months

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x : TO LOVE, TO CHANGE: *+ﾟ

in which: you tell veritas you love him. he gets upset with you.

warnings: contrary to what the synopsis implies, it's fluff, i promise. 1k words, first time saying ily, slightly cranky reader, no mentions of reader's gender, dr. ratio being so in love he becomes so soppy and lovestruck. confessions.

a/n: there's a phenomenon that happens whenever i write for dr. ratio, and it's that my heart literally lunges out of my chest and begins typing at the keyboard for me. i should get it checked out. anyways, this is to preemptively celebrate his release!!

“Why- why are you mad?” You exclaim, watching the way Veritas crosses his arms and pouts with the petulance of a child. His gaze has strayed away from your eyes, and all you can do is sit in his lap with your arms hanging at your sides, brain tirelessly racking for all the reasons that you could have angered him.

He doesn’t give you any clues, displeasure brewing in his eyes instead.

“Is it because I said ‘I love you’?”

The purple haired scoffs and sticks up his nose, hair bouncing with his actions whilst you jostle slightly on his legs from the quick action. As much as you love his side profile, you’d love it even more if he spoke to you about what is bothering him.

During this moment, the world stills. You think he’s genuinely mad, and Dr. Ratio’s fury-driven state is not something you should take lightly. Really, you’ve seen it multiple times, and though it has never been directed at you, you hope it never will be. Which is why you sit on his lap now, tensely anticipating his response, and for the answer as to what you did wrong.

“I was meant to say it first,” he grumbles, losing the arrogance that fills his tone whenever he speaks, air filling with sincerity.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I was meant to be the one to say ‘I love you’ first.”

Your confusion is tangible at this point. Audible, if you will, because it rings like cicada sing. “Are you being serious?”

“Deadly.”

“You- why, then couldn’t you just have said it?” You sputter, slapping his defined deltoid, concern slowly melting into frustration. “Need I remind you that it was me who confessed to you first as well?”

“Yes, and it was positively the best day of my life.” He says that like it’s a simple fact. No sentiment, no heartfelt declaration, just another logical statement straight from a textbook of his life.

They say to be loved is to be changed, but no matter how much you love Veritas, all he knows is how to be an astronomical pain in your ass. Does he know how scared you were for his answer? You thought you did something unforgivable, or that he didn’t love you enough to respond in kind, or worst of all, that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore?

However, he's acting petty because he was not the first one to say those three words? You frankly don’t know why your heart beats for him as strongly as it does. In fact, you want to whack him over the head with his own codex.

Placing your hands firmly on his shoulders, you shuffle out of your position from his lap, planting your feet onto the ground. “Oh, you are so infuriating! Pretend I never said anything, I’m going back to my office until you-”

Not even two steps away from him and a hand clasps around your wrist to drag you back to where you started: on Dr. Ratio’s lap. His arms come to wrap around you like chains, leaving no room to wrestle him out.

“I never said you could leave. Especially not after telling me you love me,” he grumbles lowly into your collarbone, breath tickling your skin.

“I’m starting to regret it.”

“Can’t you at least say it again?”

“I don’t want to,” you grumble, arms snaking up to rest around his shoulders. “You don’t deserve it.”

“Well, that’s a little harsh. Is this how you treat the ones you love?”

“You haven’t even said anything back,” you pinch his skin. “Talk about harsh.”

“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asks with a fond chuckle, not missing the opportunity to leave kisses in a trail along your skin, making his way up your neck. Then, when his eyes meet yours, you almost crumble in embarrassment at the memory he’s injected into your mind.

You push him away and raise a hand to shield your eyes from him, clearly reliving a haunting memory. “Please don’t remind me.”

“Y’know, it’s not everyday someone gets to scold me and be right. If you weren’t so beautiful, I wouldn’t have let it slide, but it’s not everyday a gorgeous genius falls into my lap with guts to challenge me.”

“I was… agitated that day, so stop talking about it, please. In fact, for my sake, please just forget that moment. Completely.”

“Forget about it? Completely?” The scholar asks with genuine shock lacing his tone. “I fell in love with you in that very moment, how can you expect me to stop talking about it? You rendered me a fool in love and expect me to not think about the very moment it happened? Sweetheart, it was a pivotal moment of my life!”

“Not pivotal enough if you can’t even say ‘I love you, too’.”

“On the contrary, I have loved you longer. I yearned for you in wakefulness and in my dreams. I wished for you to look my way, and when you did, I never wanted your eyes to stray from me. How heartbreaking it was when they did.” His hand has snuck under your shirt now to rub circles on your skin. If he detached from you, he fears you’d slip away from him, and the worst thing you can give him is space. “Do you know how it felt chasing after you because you were the only one out of my reach? For three years, the only thing I wanted was to be yours. You made me an idiot.”

Stunned by his confession and the weight of it, you let him continue, sharp tongue softening. The only motivation you offer is a hand coming to cup his cheek, tucking aside his bangs so you can see his expression in its entirety.

His gold eyes shine when they look back up at you. For the first time, you feel like you’re seeing the parts of him that Veritas hides from everyone else.

“I love you.” He continues with heart wrenching devotion. “I’ll continue loving you until the streams stop, the rivers freeze, and the oceans dry. With three hundred thousand, eighty-three thousand, five hundred and seventy-one discovered planets in the cosmos, that phenomenon will approximately take-”

You seal his lips with yours in a gentle kiss, cradling his jaw and swallowing his words. Like wax to fire, Veritas sinks into you, completely helpless against your affections.

But, oh, you love him, and nothing else in the entire universe matters.

#earthtooz: honkai star rail #dr ratio x reader #veritas ratio x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #ratio x reader #dr ratio fluff

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