Want requests hm? Hmmm how bout some lee Solomon (obey me) and ler MC (gender neutral please)
MC is intrigued how Solomon's so composed and tickles him to try and break that composure 😌
pahpah long time ago when i did a fanfic.. anyway, lee solomon!?! sure!! BUT. im not sure if i got his character right. and gender neutral? SURE !! i hope you have fun reading it :DD !!
"People do like you."
Solomon x MC [romantic or platonic idc]
comfort and tickling !! if tickling isn't your thing, don't read it. but i ain't forcin ya
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It was a dark evening. MC couldn't do anything. They were bored. Until they realised that MC needed to go someone. Solomon.
MC walked out of their room and walked towards Solomon. They walked in, seeing Solomon.. calm. He's usually the type to smile around everyone, or at least tease someone. Most of the time it was MC, or Asmodeus. But this time he was just.. sitting at his desk. Reading something.
"Oh? Hello MC! You did come, huh? I'm glad." He said as he stood up. He walked calm towards you. Patting your head. "There were some things I wanted to talk to you about." "Why are you so calm. Is something off?" MC asked right after Solomon spoke. Almost interrupting him.
"I'm always calm! Nothings off. I'm alright!" Solomon said with a bright smile, he made a sign with his hand to come to him, and MC did. MC walked to Solomon. He sat on his desk.
MC looked at the sorcerer's neck. They lightly trace their fingernail over his neck. "EEP!– M-MC.. why did you do that!?" Solomon almost jumped out of his chair. He looked at MC, he was shocked.
"Stop being so calm. You're scaring me!" MC said, the sheep grabbed the white haired human and almost *threw* him on the bed.
A few minutes later, Solomon was laughing like crazy, of course, his worst spot was being tickled. His armpits.
"M-MC! PLEHEHAHAHASE! IHIM SOHOHORRY! MEHEHERCY!!" The sorcerer begged for mercy. He was thrashing around. After a few more minutes of torture he finally stops laughing.
"Never knew you could be so cruel.." Solomon said with some tears in his eyes. "Why did you become so calm out of sudden?" "I.. I um. I just wanted some people to like me more? Haha.." Solomon said. His little laugh was a nervous laugh, and oh he was serious.
"What do you mean? People to like you more? A lot of people like you already." MC said with a little concern in their voice. Rubbing his cheek as comfort. "I mean.. I don't think Lucifer likes me.."
"He knows that you're powerful. He does like you, but he doesn't show it that easily. A lot of people like you. Like me! I like you."
MC said, they smile softly at Solomon as the sheep got off of him. Sitting next to him.
"You do like me? Ah.. i shouldn't have overthink that much. My apologies!"
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The evening continued why MC liked Solomon, and why everyone else likes him. Solomon ended up being "happy" again.
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WOO finally done. im maybe gonna add titles to the fics.. i wanna look professional LMFAO ,
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I had to correct my mom last night for saying some things about "crazy people"
We have a great relationship and she's very supportive but those generations of ideas still creep in.
I explained... crazy is more of a construct than anything else. It's an idea most people have. "Everyone knows what a crazy person is". Really there is no real definition of crazy other than something wild or other synonyms. You don't get *diagnosed* with "crazy".
People can reclaim crazy if they want. Some of my mentally ill friends call themselves crazy in a casual and humorous way. But none of us want to be called crazy in a serious way.
Anyway, I told her this.
And I asked her if she thought bipolar, schizophrenia, or depression was "crazy"? What about dementia? autism? She said "well no..." (I mean I guess she had to say no. but whatever) I said so what's crazy then? She says "you know, crazy people" then she thought about it, "... i guess you're right."
Yes! Yes I am right! lol 😅
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✍️ !!
Send ✍️ and I’ll draw your muse!
I gotta draw Rune more, to figure out how her hairstyle works in my style.
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I have spent way too long on this and I can’t deal with it anymore.
Kitsune!Atsumu is my current obsession, together with Haikyuu as a whole because how can I not
Also did a lot of testing, trying out a new art program as well, so ya’ know,
likes, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated :D thanks
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I think
I can only hope I made a difference
And made someone’s, at least one person’s, day better
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if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! <3
im not that interesting but i’ll try :3!
-I have four parents
-I brought 150 lollipops of amazon out of boredom
-I can speak some (rather broken mind) french :)
idk hiw to send this to people though
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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