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Sunday - Love Hypnosis

Sunday hypnotises you (consensually) to relax you.

No spoilers.

No description of reader or readers troubles so project what you are personally struggling with as you see fit.

No angst just fluff. I thought this concept would be cute. I've seen many a yandere Sunday hypnotises you, and that's great but consider - consent and fluff.

(This isn't a jab, I too enjoy a yandere fic from time to time but I also want to see fluff and I haven't seen this done in a fluffy way yet.)

I don't know why I'm mildly obsessed with this man but I am. (Cough Cough, I read maximum ride as a kid and now I automatically fall in love with winged characters. Cough Cough.) I need him to hypnotise me please and thank you.

(I have a few fics in the works that I need to finish but I'm struggling.)

As usual enjoy. Love ya 💙

"Darling?" Came the light and airy tone of your beloved. Though there was a hint of worry in his voice as he took in your face down, slumped form. "Are you alright?"

He could tell very well that you were not alright. But he would coax an answer out of you one way or another. Though the only answer he received was a groan.

"Darling." He sighs but chuckles at your obviously aggravated self. "Allow me to help you."

Your body goes limp as you let him move you from a sofa to your shared bed. "My darling. Tell me what's gotten into you."

He chuckles as you groan out a single word relating to your issues. "Life."

"Oh, my darling. You'll let me soothe you for the night won't you?" He only felt it was right after the many nights you had soothed him.

Patient, kind, understanding. Three words that when asked by others what you think about eachother, you'd both say about eachother. A pure give and take without a scoreboard, that's how you operated. You were both busy or stressed for one reason or another so that's how things had to be.

The simple love you shared was enough most days but sometimes things went wrong.

Sunday had performed hypnosis on you before so he knew it worked but he'd never engage unless you agreed. You knew the question he asked meant he wanted to soothe you via hypnosis, and with the state of your mind you would happily agree.

"Please do."

He wouldn't offer if he didn't have the energy you knew this, a rather large argument took care of that when he'd overworked himself then passed out after hypnotising you once and a medic had to be rushed in. Needless to say, you weren't happy with his carelessness. And seeing how upset you were he agreed to be more careful with his health.

You didn't want to think anymore so as you lay there looking up at him with your tired eyes and weary mind, he smiles. He caresses your face and hair before taking a deep breath and reciting that familiar chant.

"Oh triple faced soul, allow me to take hold of this one's mind and soothe them of all worries and burdens. The word Beloved will be the catalyst for control."

With that simple incantation your mind belonged to Sunday for a short while. Your mind felt fuzzy and slow but not unpleasantly, the way it would when you achieved complete relaxation.

Like he had done before, he would take you through your nightly routine with this hypnosis.

"Beloved, follow me to to the bathroom." He helped you up while your body automatically followed his words and stood up.

Walking was about the most complex task you could complete, he wasn't Xipe Themself, so his power only went so far.

"Beloved, lift your arms."

You do as told and he aids in stripping you, ready to be cleaned.

"Beloved, sit on this stool and close your eyes."

You again do as told his voice muffled through the layers of hypnosis, but soothing nonetheless. "I am going to wash your face first darling." He always narrates what he does before doing it as not to startle you.

You felt a cool, wet, cloth glide over your face and you can't help but sigh with satisfaction. You feel it gently caress your cheeks and softly rub your eyes tickle behind your ears. You hear the cloth being rinsed and wrung, the muffled sounds of the water soothing you further.

"I am going to wash your upper body now darling." And, as before, you feel the damp cloth glide over your neck and upper body, letting him move you has he sees fit. Soft humming coming from him lulls you deeper into his hypnosis. The cloth glides down and caresses your chest before moving to wash your back. You'd make sounds of relaxed satisfaction if you could but your exhausted body coupled with the hypnosis has made your brain devoid of any thought or control. Just how you want it.

He moves back to the front of you with a new cloth. "Beloved, spread your legs, I need to clean you."

Your body complies without hesitation and that's what he does, making sure to be extra gentle around this sensitive area. He is thorough but doesn't linger long this time, not wanting to spark anything in you this evening.

Standing to switch the cloth again, "I'm going to wash your legs and feet now darling." Still being as gentle as ever his hands and the cloth slowly makes their way down your legs massaging them as they go. A light massage is given to your feet as well before he finishes and pats you dry with a towel before he deems your body clean.

"Beloved, open your mouth wide."

He orders next, your mind too fuzzy to think of what else could be doing. You hear more water then feel a hand on your chin. "I'm going to brush your teeth darling." Then light scrubbing of your teeth and tongue can be felt, he is thorough with this area too. Not wanting to be the reason you have cavities he takes his time

Not too long later he finishes with you. You can hear things being put away and muffled sounds of him walking around you, maybe inspecting you. Before he stops infront and,

"Beloved, open your eyes and stand up. Its time to go to bed."

You're led back into the bedroom now that he is satisfied that you are clean. "Beloved, are you ready to sleep?"

Compelled to answer, you do. "yes"

"Beloved, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yes"

"Good, let's get to sleep then shall we."

The sounds of fabric and draws is all you hear for a moment before he guides you into bed with him.

"Beloved, lay down."

When hes satisfied you are comfortable You feel his soft skin against yours, the wings on his head lightly brushing your face in reverence before he pulls them back. It isn't often he blesses you with his naked body, the vulnerability gets to him at times.

Once you've layed down and he's pulled you close he asked one more question.

"Beloved, are you ready to be released from hypnosis?"

"Yes"

As the words leave your lips he beins the incantation to remove his influence on your mind.

"Oh triple faced soul, this one has completed this ones tasks and can now be freed from the shackles of my control with no burden."

Everything goes still as your senses return slowly, reaclimating you to reality. A few minutes pass of him softly stroking your head and neck while you come back to him.

"Thank you Sunday" a soft whisper conveying how grateful you are before you promptly pass out the exhaustion and relaxation hitting you full force as you melt into the bed and his arms.

"Oh my beloved, I'd do anything to see you happy and relaxed like this more often. I am grateful for all you do for me so it's only natural. I love you, so much my beloved."

He whispers to your sleeping self, pressing small kisses to your forehead, cheeks and nose. Watching the small twitches at the contact makes his evening amd he feels like he too can finally relax.

#hsr x reader #hsr sunday #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader #honkai star rail x reader #i needed fluffy hypnosis so i wrote it myself yay #i headcanon him as so.eone who would excessively use pet names because he finds them cute #and a sense of ownership but shush #but hes really just a tired dude whose life is spiralling out of control and i just want to hug him and stroke his wings #maybe reverse comfort for him next #i have a Neuvillette amd a clive rosfield fic in the works #i want to write for Aventurine but im a bit scared #also ratio #i love him more than i did when he was introduced thanks 2.1 #anyway excited for patch 2.2 Sunday. wanna see him go even crazier but also see him nice and relaxed you know?#the duality of man #this isnt my best work ever but im happy ish with it and just want to get it out.#if you do have constructive criticism thats fine please and thank you

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hitlikehammers · 3 months

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nowhere without you

rating: t ♥️ cw: post-final battle, hurt/comfort ♥️ tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, BIG emotions, even BIGGER love, as in: soul-deep love, softness; happy endings always ♥️

for @steddielovemonth day eight: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him

(also probably the humble love-soaked endlessly-devoted beginnings of the rockstar!husbands in je ne regrette rien)

The weirdest part is how, in the aftermath, Eddie doesn’t speak. Like, at all.

Scratch that: it’s the weirdest and the most concerning part. Eddie makes noise, mostly pained kinda moans that make Steve’s chest clench, ache more the admittedly-decently-deep wounds slowly—but reliably, like, consistently—stitching themselves together, and Steve begs him to get looked at again, because something has to be wrong to cause those kinds of sounds but Eddie doesn’t even shake his head, doesn’t really move at all save that sometimes he trembles, and it’s…

It fucking breaks Steve’s heart.

He’s almost gotten used to stroking Eddie’s hair in silence—so wrong; worthy Eddie that’s just so wrong—and working any tangles out so, much as it’s getting a limp and greasy with days of neglect, at least it’s smooth; but he’s almost resigned to this for the long haul because he’ll weather anything he has to for Eddie and they’ll work through this, whatever this is, they’ll worth through it together and—

“How did you stand you it?”

The sound is more a scratch than anything, glass on sandpaper, and it’s down to Eddie lying where he hasn’t left for the last four, going on five days—as in, not once while Steve’s been awake has he existed without Eddie’s weight situated just so against his chest, sinuous and deliberate in where he presses against, careful as a rule of Steve’s worst injuries and delicate about how he rests against Steve’s body, but not…hesitant.

More, kinda…kinda desperate.

So it’s down to him being pressed so close and sure and unwavering that Steve feels him speak more than anything, matches the motion of his lips against Steve’s gown to words rather than the wind, or something outside his door to the halls of the hospital beyond; it’s down to the tension in the whole of him, the all-too-present shaking that Steve matches the scrape of the question to a hurt that’s…that maybe Steve doesn’t wholly understand just yet, but that really and truly does cut him deeper and closer and more critical at the core of him than the Upside Down ever could have clawed in: Eddie lives in him, nothing else can really…ever hope to be deeper.

“How are you,” Eddie rolls gravel across more words, and Steve’s missed his voice so fucking much, he didn’t realize how much until it’s here again for him to hear and hold but, Jesus fuck, it’s like…it’s like it’s drowning; like Eddie is drowning and then his breath is hitching, and oh, god, that voice is cracking around the edge of a sob, watery and wavering as he damn-near close to begs:

“How did you survive it?”

Steve feels it clench in his ribs, because he thinks he…he thinks he’s putting it together. The strain, the agony in that voice, that voice he loves so fucking much, from this man he loves with everything, but then—the way Eddie presses into him. The force, and the position, and the pattern. The way he’s been quiet, unfailing, but never…never seems distant, seems the opposite: seems focused; intent. The way Dustin had come in and caught him upon the things he’d missed in one of the almost-nonexistent windows where Eddie sleeps, hand lines alongside his sternum and head curled in the most uncomfortable pretzel Steve can imagine, forehead all scrunched and eyes squeezed shut so goddamn hard, looking like any sleep he manages is nothing close to rest by any measure: but Dustin had came in and told him Eddie was the first to him; Eddie ran faster than he’d seen a person run; Eddie’d looked devastated, broken when they’d caught up, and they’d been so afraid, feared the worst, and—

Steve’s starting to fit the pieces together. Maybe.

“No,” Eddie whines, pitchy and fervent and almost ear-splitting, like a wail of sheer gut-wrenching pain that Steve can’t find the reason for in the here and now because it’s just them in a hospital room, they’re okay, and his hand presses heavy, gentle around his wounds still, always gentle and so, so careful and Steve doesn’t know what’s caused the reaction, but then—

Then he can feel his fucking heartbeat for how hard Eddie’s pressing. It’s weird, how it makes him feel…strangely alive, the sensation of it kept and held like that, specifically in Eddie’s hand. And he’s not paying attention to the monitors really, tuned them out as quick as he could but when he listens, okay. Okay, maybe faster than normal, but Steve’s fucking worried, okay, he’s—

“Fuck, no,” Eddie moans and twists his head, no, not just his head, his ear and leans harder into Steve’s chest, his breathing shallow and Steve hates it but he doesn’t know what to do, how to help, what to fix because he’ll fix it if he knows, he’ll climb out of this bed and crawl on the goddamn floors of he has to, but he doesn’t know where to go, what to find, what demon’s left to slay—

“I’m just, I’m grateful you did,” survive, Steve survived…

He survived, like, now?

“But grateful’s such a weak word, it doesn’t,” and Steve takes a breath, and reaches, rests his hand on Eddie’s wrist just to see: his heartbeat’s somuch faster, it’s like a flutter of a flutter felt strong enough to break through skin, it catches in Steve’s heart just to touch—

“You’re so much stronger than I could ever, like,” Eddie’s going on, still breathless and fuck, Steve can see why; “fucking hope to be.”

Shit, but that’s…he wasn’t stronger, fuck, Steve wasn’t stronger than Eddie, Eddie nearly got eaten alive, Steve nearly couldn’t staunch enough of the bleeding, he almost lost—

Eddie keens, horrible and hurting and Steve stills: the monitor. The thundering of his own pulse at the memory.

How did you survive it?

Losing. Almost losing. That’s…that’s what it is.

That’s why Eddie’s pressed against his chest, his his head and his hand have been a fucking frame, goddamn, like, parentheses surrounding Steve’s beating heart, proof of life, Jesus—

“But I need to be,” Eddie’s voice is quiet, but steadier, and his chin dips like a nod to himself; “I need to learn how,” he’s firm with it; “for you.”

Oh, god. Oh…oh Eddie.

“I can’t ever lose you, Steve,” Eddie presses trembling lips to Steve’s chest and then presses close again, so close and oh: he wasn’t just intent where he’s been silent so long.

He was listening.

“Never ever,” he breathes against Steve, hot and damp; almost kinda breathless again, or still: “never ever.”

“Eds,” Steve begins, not even entirely sure where he plans to go, just knows he needs to do something, say something, but Eddie’s turning Steve’s hand in his, where he’d circled Eddie’s wrist; he’s turning it and mirroring the hold, gripping Steve’s wrist in kind.

“I couldn’t find it,” he gasps, and the sound makes the sob clear before Steve feels the wetness soak through to his skin; “I couldn’t feel it at all, you were, it,” he presses his fingers in hard, squeezes so goddamn tight, and Steve can’t…he doesn’t want to imagine what Eddie had to do, what Eddie found and felt, he doesn’t but he can, because he remembers the mirror image so stark, it took him so long because he couldn’t find a pulse either, he’d had to press on Eddie’s heart at the source and even then—

“I couldn’t feel you.”

Oh. Fuck. He—

“Oh, baby,” Steve’s elevated enough at an angle that he can at least kiss Eddie’s hair, barely brush his scalp but it’s enough, for the breath that punches from Eddie against his chest it’s at least something; “that’s…”

“I won’t survive that again, Steve,” Eddie sucks in, unsteady and drenched with tears, with sorrow, but also…also more than anything else, they’re filled up with so much love.

A love big enough to hurt that hard.

“And I can’t…” Eddie gasps, breath catching; “I can’t handle not feeling it,” and his fingers tighten; his hand on Steve’s chest and his cheek across from it press down that extra little bit so Steve knows his own heartbeat in those moments full and deep.

“Have to feel it always,” Eddie whispers like he’s telling himself, and Steve, and Steve’s heart through flesh and bone, some cosmic secret no one else can know: too sacred. Too precious.

“You can feel it any time,” Steve lets his hand fall from Eddie’s to cover the hand Eddie’s got splayed ln his chest, counting time; holds him there almost protectively: “all the time,” and he slips his fingers between Eddie’s and shifts his palm close to the beating, so he can still feel what he needs as he murmurs with his heart literally in Eddie’s hands, with his entire goddamn soul:

“All of me. It’s yours.”

Unshakable fucking fact. He doesn’t even have to will it, or hope for it; his heartbeat knocks that heavier against their hands for those words like it knows.

It knows.

“Don’t leave me,” Eddie bursts out, begging; almost something primal, and Steve can feel the tremoring of his lips where they drag against him; “please. I’ll do anything, I swear it, just don’t—“

“Be you,” Steve braves the whimper that comes from untangling his hand from Eddie so that he can reach for Eddies cheek and cradle him in closer, and oh, fuck, thank god: something in him sighs out and loosens, ever so slightly—finally.

“Everything you are,” Steve presses on, runs his thumb back and forth through Eddie’s drooping curls; “let me love you, past living and dying,” and Eddie’s breath catches, for that, but Steve holds him tighter for it, drowns him as best he’s able in the proof he needs so bad; “don’t leave me,” and Eddie huffs a little for that, like it’s beyond believing, impossible, and Steve smiles to himself for it, tries to lean enough to press the grin to Eddie’s head, hopes he manages as he murmurs there close:

“That’s it, Eddie,” and he lets his fingers spread wider, cradle Eddie all the more: “that’s all I need.”

“That and more baby,” Eddie answers him between the double-beat of his pulse, immediate; “you’re the music and the rhythm,” he nuzzles a little against him, and Steve smiles a little wider for it; “you’re the reason my heart beats,” and Steve finds that heartbeat for himself at Eddie’s jaw, now; a little calmer. Not much. But: something.

It’s a start.

”I don’t have a reason without you,” Eddie exhales, vehement; “I don’t want a reason, without you.”

And Steve should maybe push on it, or be scared by it: but neither seem right, not for this.

Not for them.

Steve just holds Eddie’s pulse under the pressure of his touch, and holds Eddie’s cheek closer still into his chest as he breathes:

“You’re my whole heart, Eds,” and he lets a second pass, and then another, for that heart of Eddie’s to pump evidence unshakable against him, to play the song and rhythm straight into his waiting ear:

“Was never going anywhere without you.”

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deargravity · 3 months

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part 3 - final (part 1, part 2)

#knb #kuroko no basket #kurobas #akashi seijuro #the last one probably #bokushi is my little guy who is trying very hard to care for people but no one rly taught him to love so he’s figuring it out #sorry for excessive akashi posting he’s all i think about #🥀.textpost #textpost analysis is a valid method of character study #akashi seijirou

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jorrated · 4 months

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HEARTBREAKING! guy who says they love the same media you love has the incorrect interpretations of the characters <////3

#'ooooooh i love fleetway hes such a scary wary sadistic killer' thats isnt even his name.#did you read the fucking comic #you love STC? describe knuckles to me.#<- if they call him stupid or excessively aggro theyre wrong.#he literally isnt.#hes maybe naive and isnt afraid to defend himself #but hes pretty fucking reasonable #and somewhat good at echidna tech from what we can gleam #HES NOT STUPID HES JUST NOT KNOWLEDGEABLE ABOUT STUFF BEYOND THE ISLAND. NAIVETY!!!#srry been getting a lot of asks akin to 'haha wouldnt it be funny if X thing happened XD' it wouldnt. it wouldnt happened.#youre getting my lil blorbos wrong <////3 #<- dramatic. i mostly dont give a shit

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crispycostumes · 10 months

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explaining mór and niall's divorce to a friend like, yeah they got divorced because they had differing opinions on infanticide, no the differing opinion wasn't whether or not to commit infanticide

#the question wasn't 'should we kill a baby?' it was 'can we really do that to declan?' for AT LEAST the first months of ronan's life #yeah niall joins the 'let ronan live bc he's just a baby' camp later #but declan was the only sucker in that camp for a while #like they didn't go with the 'we should kill the eldritch abomination we created with our own hubris' plan #because they didn't want to upset declan who loved ronan #not because baby murder is reprehensible #this is why i feel greywaren doesn't act as a niall redemption thing #bc if your REDEMPTION includes planning baby murder and only treating your son as well as you did because you were afraid of what would #happen if you didn't #i do not think that is redemption #like the new fenian is niall and he fully says 'yeah no we were freaked out about what would happen if /something like that/ felt wronged-#-so we excessively treated him like a part of the family'#i think the book can act as a 'niall explaination' but christ alive not a redemption #niall lynch #mór ó corra #ronan lynch #declan lynch #tdt #greywaren

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xxtommycoolattasboobs420xx · 7 months

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I REWATCHED REANIMATOR I HAD TO DRAW A REANIMATOR DARNOLD HAHAGHAHHHG

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uwu

#my art #darnold #hlvrai #hlvrai fanart #darnold hlvrai #darnold pepper #half life vr but the ai is self aware #i havent drawn digitally in a while cus my pen broke this was SO nice to finally do i had this idea in my head before i rewatched the movie #I STILL HAVENT FINISHED BRIDE OF RE-ANIMATOR GUH #i love this movie SO MUCH its probably not darnold coded At All bc of the excessive gore and killing but.#he can be a mad scientist dr frankenstein coded guy for funsies :3 #if im being so real Darnold would prob fit Dan's character better but I WANTED TO DRAW EVIL FUCKED UP DARNIE I LOVE HIM!!!!!!#for shits and giggles

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embryoed · 1 month

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“Gale Hawthorne is a complex character” I say into the mic

The crowd boos, I slink off the stage in shame

“They’re right” says a voice from the audience

I turn, and there in the stands is Suzanne Collins herself

#save my angry oppressed son #he was a victim too he was never the villain he was just annoying sometimes #and by sometimes I mean anything relating to that stupid ass love triangle #ur telling me that if u were in his position u WOULDNT be pissed at the capitol??#especially after they bombed district 12????#his anger towards them was JUSTIFIED idc #he was too real #perhaps the realest #so what if he wanted his oppressors to suffer? go ahead king I support you 🙌‼️‼️#the way that prim’s death wasn’t even his fault #‘b-but he helped make the bomb!!’ SO DID BEETEE AND NOBODY BLAMES HIM!!!!#(mostly bc they refuse to acknowledge his existence but anyways)#he was a victim of the system #product of war #literally HOW does he have more haters than Snow or Coin #ppl who hate on him excessively and refuse to see his character as anything past the love triangle make me wanna claw my eyes out #Gale Hawthorne number one defender #gale hawthorne #the hunger games #thg

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queenlucythevaliant · 5 months

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We see him come and know him ours

Russia: "Carol of the Russian Children," traditional // Kenya: The Nativity, Elima Njau // France: "Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella," Nicolas Saboly // Haiti: Madonna and Child, Ismael Saincilus // Australia: "The Three Drovers," William James // China: Tryptic by Lu Hongnian // Canadian/Algonquian: "Huron Carol," Jean de Brébeuf

#the visual depictions are lovely #but what really gets me every time are the little cultural details in the music #music that tells the story of the Nativity while placing it in a world that's familiar to the listener #fur robed moujiks on snowboard plateaus in place of middle eastern shepherds #bark lodges instead of stables and rabbit skin in place of swaddling clothes #wandering hunter and chiefs from far off places instead of shepherds and wise men (man i love the Huron Carol)#and little french girls running to gather the village to come see Jesus #it's easy for an excess of historical concern to make Jesus feel distant and far off #/I know/ that Jesus was born in the ancient near east and have had my fill of books and sermons and the like unpacking the implications #I've laughed with my friends and family at the wild inaccuracies of Nativity sets and tellings #the crazy blonde mary in the kids nativity set at Walmart #what is that alpaca doing at the living Nativity don't they know those are south American?#yada yada #and then i look at these carols and think. it's okay not to get mired in the history. good even #yes Jesus entered into time and space in a very specific manner #but he also came for all of us #as another carol says: we see him come and know him ours #i just think this practice is lovely #that the impact of the Incarnation was such that it send little french girls running to their villages #and drew algonquin hunters and russian peasants to the manger to see him #it's the great crowd of witnesses in a way #all of us together preparing him room throughout all the corners of the earth #in Bethlehem that night it was only the shepherds who got to see him #but in spirit it was all of us #because it's just like the angel said:#good news of great joy which will be to all people #to all people #starting with the shepherds and going out to all the earth #unto us a child is born #intertextuality

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antirepurp · 3 months

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post-06 silver who's permanently fucked up and beyond saving. he lacks any memories beyond a moment of existential terror he had one morning after waking up in a world he didn't belong to, and doesn't remember the timeline he's from that's now gone. someone who slowly loses more and more of their inhibitions the more he starts to vaguely understand the workings of time, but never truly grasping how everything works. his future remains safe and unchanged and the skies are blue, but sometimes when he travels to the past he describes apocalyptic conditions he's convinced are real. everyone believes him, because they could not even dream of arguing against him when he's the one who's time traveling. maybe he catches on to it himself eventually, that something's very wrong with him, but there's nothing he can really do about it. no one has the ability to correct you when you're wrong, to ground you in reality, when they can't tell your lies from the truth. even you don't know where you are really from, where the home you long for supposedly is. is this real, are you even real anymore? did you travel to the past or fall asleep? when was the last time you were sure you were awake, anyway?

#soda offers you a can #lore drabbles #i do like the sound of this i gotta admit #not only does the timeline reset fuck with you so does the excessive traveling #only some of which is your own conscious doing when the rest of the time it's entirely dependent on the whims of chaos emeralds #<- (headcanon territory for why he sometimes pops in the past but imo it checks out)#how about your own telekinesis? does it work the way you think it does or is it fucking with you too?#are you burning out your neurons every time you take flight? are you unknowingly destroying your own organs?#god i fucking love this 'hog when you actually do something with him

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skinnypaleangryperson · 1 month

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I can't imagine how quality my life would be if people were willing to listen to niche, incredibly strange cornered personalities. I'm such an interesting person, but people don't speak my language 98% of the time and nobody cares to unless you speak the mainstream, boring oversaturated languages that people speak with celebrity pop culture, influencers, and the so forth. The worthlessness that I feel from not being able to fit into mainstream society has made a black mark. Still, the niche incredibly strange personality persists.

I'm just a incredibly strange mentally ill, genuinely schizophrenic incredibly imaginative maladaptive daydreaming mentally ill person who cannot tell fantasy from reality, but I feel like it could have been so much more than that if society had spaces for more niche corners like us to speak.

#I'm so depressed that I promised myself I wouldn't post anymore #but looking at the four neurodivergent people that post in the tags I check even if they end up paying me #*hating me #is enough to get me going again at least for a little bit #I don't even bother with fandom anymore nor does it excite me because I've been rejected from BoJack culture in every way #but I'm still madly in love with him and have psychotic maladaptive disorders about him so it doesn't matter #so I just casually interact #assume that people are going to treat me like trash and move on #most Bojack fans are excessively neurotypical much like the characters and the people that made it #and neurotypicals absolutely despise me especially since I'm becoming increasingly more insane as I get older #just internet junk anyway so it barely matters #I learned plenty from the discord and of the cursed thing that you call a reddit group

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youchangedmedestiel · 2 months

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Cas knows all the burdens Dean has to carry on his shoulders during his daily life. He sees that weight getting heavier and heavier and there is nothing he can do about it.

Sure, he tries to help. Sometimes he adds to that weight without wanting to, but he does the best he can to relieve Dean. That's why he accepted Crowley's deal to fight against Raphael. That's why he wanted to stay in Purgatory because he deserved it after he put this heavy weight that was his mistakes on Dean's shoulders. That's why he stole this grace and became an angel again, so that HE could solve the falling angels' issue, not Dean. That's why he tried to find Kelly Kline without Dean. That's why he never told Dean about the deal with the Empty.

That's why he never told Dean he loved him until it was the last option in order to save him from Billie. Because he wouldn't want to add his feelings for him to all the burdens he has to carry all the time on his shoulders.

He never wanted his love to be a weight on Dean.

#destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #i'm in my feels #I wrote this while being at work #It just came to me #I felt excessively sad for one little remark a colleague told me #and this was the result #I guess #sometimes I don't even understand my own brain #I'm sorry for sharing this little thought #it's a bit sad #because it means cas would have never told dean he loved him if he didn't have to #my random thoughts about destiel

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COCO. It’s fate that the number of captains concisely matches the twst bois. They were meant for this au real/j

I’m curious as to what Sam and Crewel’s sword names and bankais are! And Cater’s, I mean what anyways

Do overblots equate hollows in this au-

It must be one of those unpredictable things of fate.

Let's start with Cater...*wink, wink*

Cater Diamond -

- Lieutenant [alongside Trey Clover] of Captain Riddle. They all belong to the 3rd squad.

For the "activation phrase/word" and the names of the Zanpakuto, I usually leave the name of the Unique Magic in one of them. In Cater's case "Split Card" is the Shikai phrase.

SO, CATER SHIKAI-

Watch Closely...

`Kagayakeru fumetsu no hōseki (?)'

"Shining Immortal Jewel"

Cater's power allows him to MULTIPLY the number of blows he inflicts on the enemy depending on the steps he takes until he gets closer. Suppose you are 5 steps away from him… 5 hits together… suppose you are 20 steps away from him… 20 Hits.

You could run away [ but keep adding hits if he grabs you ] or stay close and take 1 or dodge.

Cater's Zanpakuto is about the relationship between trying to break/dividing something you can't break [the myth of the unbreakable diamond] so the more hits... more chance. The Bankai... will also have to do with that...

Yes. I translated the Japanese with Google , it probably says something that has nothing to do with it. but it is undeniable that it is very cool... Do not use it, as precaution... but IMAGINE CATER SAYING THAT IN JAPANESE.

-> Sam and Crewel Zanpakuto names below! and info-

Sam Zanpakuto Shikai:

Shiver fear...

"Suimin mahi"[ Sword name : Sleep Paralysis ]

Bankai: its a Secret <3 ok no

... Panic ...

"View to the Dance of a Thousand Shadows"

Divus Zanpakuto Shikai:

Discipline!

"Ken'i no koe"[ Sword name : Authority Voice ]

Bankai:

Stay!

"Bound to the Beast's command"

and-

Do overblots equate hollows in this au?

Hollow and Overblot are apparently equivalent and born the same way (negative energy), but for some reason- the shinigamis are not naturally immune to these Overblots... as are those with Hollows (?).

The Overblots of the students are more related to the Vizard (Shinigamis that have- generated Hollow powers). So this Au is going to deal with why this happens and who is causing it. Not Aizen.

They're both here causing chaos.

#twst #twisted wonderland #cater diamond #twstxbleach au #twst au #thanks for ask!!#Imagine Cater eliminating a Menos Grande with A SHIKAI HOW MUCH POWER #there is a problem and it is that I love all the characters of TWST.#and that means that I want to give him VERY GOOD powers everyone BUT is EXCESSIVE #Sam I don't care how but I need your powers to CAUSE A LOT OF FEAR #YES CERU IM TOTALLY OK IN THIS AU ITS NOT ME AND SAM IN MY HEAD SAYING BANKAI

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