#personal mantra fr
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Other people dragging themselves out of an impending spiral:
- meditation
- positive affirmations
- deep breathing exercises
- gratitude listing
Me pulling myself out of an impending spiral:
#jthm#johnny the homicidal maniac#personal mantra fr#this is a joke if you couldnt tell#but legit it kinda works for some reason#stupid shit#let me be silly#lol
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Toothache
How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"?
Synopsis: Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?
Apologies to this mess of a lyricfic, I couldn't help it even though this was supposed to be a relationship analysis..
MEN WRITTEN BY ANA HUANG ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. Alright back to our original programmed schedule with Hozier. ALSO SURPRISE! THIS CONTAINS 3 HOZIER SONGS as an apology for not posting these past two weeks due to me enjoying holidays, reading, prom dress picking and wanting to stab myself because of life, there's the added bonus 👀
My CoD Masterlist
My Simon Riley x You Playlist
Also reader in this one had a lot of characterization, she's me fr, so AFAB?Reader, Fem!Reader, Short!Reader, Reader is VERY feminine with fashion, soft-girl-sunshine!Reader and Chubby?Reader. Y'all have no idea how hard it is to write without a personality and physical intimacy in romance, I tried but failed 😭
Warnings and Disclaimers: Mentions and details on sexual content ahead (is this considered smut? Idk anymore). Not detailed smut but vivid memories of sexual intercourse (especially the dialogue) with Simon. Again, this is a safe account for all ages because I'm not a MDNI acc, you are responsible for your own media consumption. DO NOT GO ON MY DMS, INBOX OR REPLY TO MY CONTENT TO TELL ME YOUR AGE. I don't need to know that and let's strive to not make each other uncomfortable. Mentions of questioning of religion or rather belief on afterlife??
Pink, bold and italic: Lyrics
Italic: recalling past events
Little snippet of an image of how I imagined he'd hold you, courtesy of the one and only @ave661
"It can't be said I'm an early bird, it's 10 o'clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?"
Simon Riley was never a man to live the life he was taught to in the military, it was out of habit for him to not leave his room until around noon. Then there was you, his roommate, he didn't exactly calculate how much it would affect his personal life to save money through rent by willingly letting someone within the same living space.
He'd find himself with not even a wink of sleep, hearing your footsteps through the thin walls, hearing the lock on the windows outside click open.
"You kept telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. But then you wake up from the sunrise."
He'd always hear you, quite frankly it was like nagging on the constant.
"Simon you shouldn't do that, you'll hurt yourself"
"Simon please go get some rest"
"Simon.."
He'd swear he'd rip his own ears out every time his name falls from your lips from how sweet and chirpy it sounded and yet deafening silence would consume him whenever you aren't around.
"You don't gotta pretended, Baby, now and then. Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake? Smellin' lika bonfire, lost in the haze?"
Something about you makes it so tempting for Simon to give in, I mean it would be a one time thing, wouldn't it? So soft, so pliant, he set himself up for an addiction. It wasn't healthy, he knew this, he'd convince himself of the fact that he would end up hurting you.
Just too different, it repeated like a mantra in his head. He was bitter, brooding and didn't find any sense of pleasure in living. Why'd you think he has the job he chose? It's all he knew, till you skip your way into his life, giving him the sweetness he was deprived of.
"If you're drunk on life babe, I think it's great. But while in this world, I think I'll take my whiskey neat"
Drowning himself in alcohol, a trait Simon promised himself he wouldn't ever do when he was young, setting his glass down with a small thud from the wooden table. But what would the kid version of him know about life. He didn't have healthier options of coping with what seems to be his dilemma.
But then there you were, sweet little thing coming home at the late hour in that skimpy dress of yours. Revealing too much to the eyes of those who wish to have you for themselves with just one look. Where did you go that night?
"My coffee black in my bed at three, you're too sweet for me"
Desperately trying to keep himself awake and at bay from his thoughts of you. Drowning himself in now two cups of straight black coffee to help him focus.
It was odd, you got used to the scent, was strong with a lack of sweetness but it calmed you down knowing he was around.
How he'd corrupt you, he wanted to shatter that rose tinted glasses of yours to save you from himself because being with him would change you. Selfish but he doesn't want that, you were utter perfection..
Simon further delved into his feelings, what the fuck was wrong with him?
"I aim low. I aim true, and the ground's where I go. I work late where I'm free from the phone and the job gets done"
Grumbling, Simon walks back into the apartment in the middle of the night. You heard a thud, you come out of your bedroom, yawing from you incomplete sleep.
"Si..? Are you hurt? What happened?" You asked in a soft tone, careful not to agitate someone would could possibly be pissed off.
Simon stays silent, glaring at you as his eyes was only thing visible because of his balaclava. Your soft gaze intimidated him, because why would he feel that squeeze in his heart?
"But you worry some, I know but who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate. The rest of you like you're the TSA, I wish I could go along Babe, don't get me wrong..."
The only thing Simon heard was a sigh from you and nothing more, you walk up to him, each footstep feeling louder than that last.
Something Simon didn't expect you to do was wrap you arms around his waist, tiny thing you are that your head only goes up to his chest. Your body against his, basking in the warmth in contrast to the cold weather he had to deal with coming home.
"You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel maybe I'll wait, until that day.."
You took care of him that night, to his reluctance and stubbornness. Despite refusing, he had no choice, he wouldn't want a soft thing like you on his ear the whole night till he agrees. You were persuasive in your own irritating way.
Sitting on the edge of the tub of the warm bath he's in, washcloth in hand. Touch was so gentle, why was it so soft? Why's it so warm? "It's the water you fucking idiot" his subconscious screaming at him. In denial.
Why is his heart beating so fast..? He wants to stab it to stop the feeling..
"I'd rather take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three. You're too sweet for me"
Using both your hands this time around, one gently holding his chin with your fingers while the other wiping away at the eyeblack he had. Every scar on his face felt the graze of your finger.
The slow blinks, your eyes on his. Before any conscious thoughts consume Simon, he lifts his arms from the warm water and wraps them around you.
Your nightgown was now damp but you couldn't care less, now with the man you were pinning over, foreheads against the other.
"Si.." you softly whisper. That nickname will be the death of him, you'll be the death of him. He crashes his lips on yours, not wanting to let go till you both were panting. You were too fucking sweet, your lips, your skin, everything. He wanted a taste and he got it...
"My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshiped her sooner"
Another sleepless night wasn't uncommon for someone like Simon.. however this aching feeling wasn't, he doesn't know where it's from or what it's about. Not until he heard you in the kitchen, letting out a giggle even though you knew better.
"If the Heavens ever did speak, She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week "We were born sick"
That sweet fucking voice, like the angels speaking to him themselves. "Oh- I'm sorry Si, did I wake you up?" You asked, turning around to the sound of his footsteps.
That tiny nightdress of yours, a reminder of the night you spent together, that morning you slept in his bed.
Lashes beautifully displayed on the delicate skin of your under eyes. Soft noises while your chest was peacefully moving up and down with every breath.
"She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom". The only Heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well. A, Amen, Amen, Amen"
"Simon.. Ahh~" you moan out softly, your body writhing underneath him. It felt hot, sweaty despite the well ventilated room, so intimate from something that was supposed to be the farthest thing from domestic.
"Shhh, you can take it sunshine.. You don't want the neighbors to hear us, do you?" Simon whispers, callous hand covering your mouth with as little pressure possible, you whimper at his words.
Closing your eyes to lose yourself in the pleasure you've never felt before. Your body being worshiped with gentle hands and soft kisses that leave marks by the very same man who kept distancing himself from you, now he'd stop at nothing for your pleasure.
"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life."
"Simon.. no more–" you whined. Scratching his back hard enough to leave marks without being aware, he'd always imagine what those pretty pink nails could do to him.
"Just one more, please sunshine.. you remember our safe word right?" Simon asks for you to nod softly, you didn't have energy to take anymore. "I told you I'll make you feel good, didn't I? So be a good girl for me and take it, hmm?"
Your eyes roll back at his praise, your legs shake with one after another wave of pleasure running through your body. This man was starved.. insatiable.. who would be able to resist such a request? Not you.
"If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice, drain the whole sea, get something shiny"
It took everything in Simon not to worship the ground you walked on that night, he wasn't trying very hard, was he? Because always.. at the end of the night, you're in his bed, his mind, his life.
Was it really a sin? To want something you don't deserve? Simon stayed up that whole night, not a wink of sleep while thinking of whether this arrangement should continue. Every bone and organ in his body telling him to be selfish, take what was something that wasn't his to take.
"Something meaty for the main course, that's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful that looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work"
Simon's gaze, never faltering on your sleeping figure that he refuses to go anywhere but his own arms. He tries to close his eye to compose himself, free himself from the emotions you emit from him.
His efforts were to no use, all he saw was the image of you, sweetly smiling, those doe eye staring right through his soul.
"No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness, in the soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human, only then I am clean"
You were getting too close for your own good, Simon knew that, he'll be damned if he let's himself hurt you. So he does what any stupid man would do, avoid you like the plague. Did it mean nothing? Were you just some fling, never to be talked about again?
Fuck you Simon Riley, he made you feel loved in bed like no man ever has or ever will, completely ruining your chance of ever thinking of anything else and that was just a hook-up session? Maybe this one time you can let yourself be delusional, was there really something more? Only one way to find out.
"Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen, Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life"
You caught him, fucking finally, after days of waiting and trying to get him at the perfect time. "Si.." you whispered softly, you didn't know where to start. He took a quick glance at you before looking back at what he was doing.
"Simon Riley, don't fucking ignore me. Not after everything that happened those nights" You said, it was stern but he needed to hear it. It made him stop, think about what had happened.
Before he could generate a response, "Why?" You asked. It was a vague question, why was he ignoring you? Why does he feel this way? Why does he love you yet refuse to act on it?
"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.."
"You don't deserve a man like me, you deserve one who is like you, optimistic, sweet, fucking beautiful and alive.. A man who's not damaged, scarred, has blood on his hands and haunted by his past. A man who's not afraid to show his love for you. A man who won't put his burdens on your shoulders and a man who will take care of you instead of the other way around. That's what you deserve and I can't give that"
Everything felt like it came to a stop, were you hearing that right?
"You have no idea how much you contradict yourself, Si. How are you so sure that you haven't given those things to me already? You might not be like me but "like me" isn't what I want.. I want you, every flaw, every beautiful scar. Not once before your silent treatment have you hurt me, it's frustrating yes, but you are worthy of that. Every struggle, frustration and mistake, every bit of your love is worth all of that. I want you to see that Si, your actual true worth rather than what some psychotic fucker decided to torture you with"
"Boys, workin' on empty. Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby, I'm so full of love I could barely eat"
"Si?"
"Yes, Sunshine?"
"I love you" You whispered after smothering him in a plethora of kisses. Never has anything made Simon melt more in his life than his wife say that. Doesn't matter how long it's been, how much the both of you have been through or how much frustration the both of you were going through..
It will always stay the same, the feeling those three words give him, like the first time, every moment feels that way. Familiar, finally.. Home.
"There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree. 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me"
He always thought about how unfaithfulness was such a struggle between some people, he thought about how good he has it constantly, reflecting back on what he used to have to how now this is something he never thought he'd have or deserve.
"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"
When a man finds himself in the verge of embracing death's arms, what causes the struggle? What causes him to fight that pain, to keep on going? Not once has this crossed Ghost's mind.
No. He's not Ghost, he's Simon. Your Simon.
And you're expecting your Simon home, fuck everything else, he'll give the biggest "fuck you" to death itself and crawl home to you because he'll be damned and he'll experience everything he has in his life over and over again just to hold you again.
"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin, I woke with her walls around me. Nothin' in her room but an empty crib and I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived, but I swear I thought I dreamed her. She never asked me once about the wrong I did."
It should matter, the amount of blood on his hands. Not once did you judge him for it, what the fuck was wrong with you? Giving a monster such as him a bath like he was some innocent stray kitten, although this time around it was far more messy. The dried blood caked underneath his finger nails.
Flashing him a tired smile while you wiped off the blood that made the water in the tub a hue of brownish-red. Taking your hand in his, his lips brushing against your knuckles. The way you looked at him was enough to make him cry.
"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"
"Fucking get up" Simon repeats to himself, "She needs you, she loves you" despite how many times he's convinced himself you didn't due to the voice of his father in his head, it felt like a knife twisting in his heart imagining how it would be for you without him.
How much you cried the night he came home a day later, you told him yourself, practically sobbing while clutching your aching chest and him with your other arm how you weren't ready for Price to show up at your doorsteps holding Simon's belongings.
He won't let that happen.. he can't...
"My babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me"
Simon knew it, no one would ever love him like you do. No one would show him the same acceptance, devotion, care, concern and love. It wasn't healthy to be so attached dependently to someone in love.
He couldn't help it, it felt so right, everything with you did. Never a judgmental one, at least towards him. Always first to hold him, the first to ever take away the heavy guilt that weighed his heart and shoulders down after he'd done something he knows he'll go to hell for, if it's even real
"When I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free. Heaven and hell were words to me"
Every inch was kissed, not a part wasn't worshiped. "So fuckin' beautiful, so sweet. All for me, hmm?" Simon mumbled against your skin, suckling on the soft sweetness that he so claims. All hickeys, no bruises.
Fuck, he'd not just survive but thrive on just you. No other sustenance, your supple thighs he adores to cover in purple, your neck, your lips and your skin that he often compares to sugar syrup in his head.
"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"
The question was, was it worth it to live an eternity of lifetimes filled with suffer to be with you in at least once? The only answer to ever graze Simon Riley's lips was the word "yes", the day that changes is the day that he'd be the biggest bull-shiter the world has ever known.
Simon opened the door to your shared home, "Daddy!" A loud squeal wakes him up from his dread of what he's seen on the field.
"How's my little sunshine been? 'Ave you been good to your momma while I was gone?" Simon asked, carrying the little girl in his arms.
"Yes! Momma said we'd go to the park tomorrow as a reward for me helping out!" Little one saying it so proudly, Simon couldn't help but smile, beaming with pride as his little girl grows up to be what he recognizes as a good person.
"Simon..? You're finally home, I missed you so much" You said, peeking out the laundry room. You walked out, quick to give him a peck on the lips.
"I love you Si.."
"I love you too Sunshine"
Also this is a very long fic.. I expect long feedback.. @connorsui 👀
Does this make sense? Idk anymore it's like almost midnight and I'm running on a few hours of sleep. GOD MY PROM DRESS LOOKS SO GOOD, I CAN'T WAIT.
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i am so deeply fascinated by the specific culture of internet fame and the conflation of the brand and the personal that happens as the result of a form of fame uniquely reliant on (perceived) interpersonal connection rather than a specific professional output. and dan and phil are one of the only not-deeply-depressing examples bc they have semi-successfully escaped their original personas while still retaining boundaries with their audience. the straight man/fool schtick is still a part of their dynamic (bert and ernie fr) but they're able to be so tongue in cheek about it at this stage it's very interesting to me
it's like. such a specific thing. because to equate dan and phil to comediens (the closest comparison i can find to their careers but from traditional media. or even radio personalities (something they actually were for years)....i don't know anything about those people's personal lives, at least not until there's a scandal that breaks everyone's view of them because it doesn't match with their stage personas.
but dan and phil's jobs, and the majority of online public figures, pretty much Require some degree of personalisation. there's possibilities for that Not to happen, like with people who Just post short films, or even the comparatively more recent rise of video essayists (and before that commentary youtubers) where the focus is very much on a Topic. but the very First youtuber boom (compared to youtube Video boom) was very much. person sits in front of camera and tells you about their life. and that's what those youtubers did. except in all the ways they didn't both because they had to be entertaining and many Real things are simply...not entertaining or interesting to people who don't know you. so you exaggerate who you are and stretch the truth of the stories you tell. and second of all because...who Wants strangers to know them personally? i don't. there's things my closest friends don't know about me. because i don't Feel like sharing those things (i will clarify here i am a painfully private person who hates being perceived for no real reason. but i'm sure Everyone goes through this to some degree.
and YES. dan and phil have indeed semi-successfully escaped those personas and i feel like there's a lot of youtubers we can't say that about. like yes their audience isn't as big as it used to be, but i feel like next to none of that is because of people disliking the shedding of persona. i largely put it down to the following things: the passage of time. all 'celebrities' level of fame fluctuates, largely with a rise then fall, but potential for a rise again; tied to the passage of time many people consider dan and phil to be a part of their 'cringy' teenhood and haven't given their newer eras a chance due to their own internalised shame, and; yeah, a Large aspect of the phandom was the Mystery. Are they Gay, are they Together, Why won't they Tell us they are Gay and Together. then they told us they're gay and told us they're Not gonna tell us concretely they're together. I don't LIKE admitting this because those of us here are like. here for more than 'phan' (or out of genuine appreciation for their relationship rather than treating it as something to get to the Bottom of), but this Is proven by the numbers their click bait videos did.
that was a a tangent. now i am going to go on another one and theorize on Why dan and phil have gotten through their rebranding(s) largely unscathed:
so first of all the parasocialisation or whatever you want to call it in the fandom was. Always more intense than even many other similar fanbases. except it wasn't i Feel like i know you from your on screen persona. it was i Feel like i know you Past your persona and i know this persona isn't You. which makes us sound tinhat as hell, like oh we know you Better than the things you show us? except we were right (phannie mantra tbh). like there's a reason people were fighting tooth and nail for phil to say 'fuck' for so long and it's not because we were interested in seeing him be something different than he was, but because we were perfectly aware he was a man around the age of 30 who can and does say swears and we wanted him to be Him with us. in many ways we Always wanted them to shed the personas.
second of all, they timed shedding their personas Very well. they started doing it after tatinof, which, while many of us were still young we were getting Older and changing a lot ourselves. so we were adjusted to change in the way we wouldn't have been before. and they dropped it even more Post coming out, and, i mean, how are you gonna be mad about that? their sexuality is in a way very tangled up in the personas, and as a largely LGBT+ fandom we wanted them to be able to express this part of them they've been holding back freely, and if that comes with dropping Other facades then, well, the closet is a hell of a drug. like. of Course they are going to change after a Big Change. which is another thing. they always Communicated they were about to change. whether that's dan making a whole video on a rebrand and changing his hair, or post-baking universe, or post-coming out.
but mostly i think it's this: dan and phil CULTIVATED their audience. they learned not to surprise us with the backlash from tabinof's sudden announcement and then would pepper in hints for any project and any change months-years in advance. and if you didn't like the hints you were getting? you could leave. only here for the mystery? here's the line of what you're gonna get, you can leave. but the people who stayed are people who Stayed. they have a staying power where it wasn't just...trading in one group of kids for another when the first group ages out, or being left to flounder after the first group ages out. and the second they stopped having a young audience, they stopped trying to Appeal to a young audience when they stopped having one, locking those doors. and i think that maturing with us was very important bc look if they Were still in those 2015 personas? i wouldn't be here. i'd be like...thanks but i am too old for this. so, conversely to everything, i think shedding those personas was, in a way, only BENEFICIAL to them
does any of this makes sense lmao
#sorry for this essay hdjdjdkdl#i feel like i didn't even cover all ur points which i wish i did bc they are all So interesting#but 'ry shut up' kicked in#but i love talking abt their personas and perception and the evolution of it all#thank u for sending this to lil ole me!#asks
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I feel like I've said something similar before (so no need to answer), but can't find it, sorry your story just makes me ramble with theories, and I want to get deep into the world and characters building 😩
Honestly I get the Venegard parents. They're definitely not healthy, especially by modern standards, but there's a war going on. They're fighting for the freedom of their people, and they're raising their kids to continue the revolution. I understand the people who are playing a submissive mc who follows their parents out of fear and obligation, and I get the people who are playing an mc that is angry and glad to be escaping the cage. But I was wondering about the mc that is (a victim all the same, for various reasons - parents, enemy country, war - but) proud to fight for their people, even if they don't really get the plotting, they already have a hound disposition to their House. Would they have to betray their country/house to end up being loyal to Arthur? I think there isn't a route that makes you incredibly into the politics that's going on in Ireland, and doubt there will be after on (absolutely understandable, the amount of coding, or even how you feel your story should progress, and many other factors interfere into it). I guess that role ended up being Adrei's as the heir, and the hound, being the youngest, hasn't had any reason to be a fervorous loyalist to their country. There's also the war factor, that makes you wonder if there ever will be a winner, with so much loss (comrades, enemies, the war itself - the hound lost the war, they owe making things right to someone [themselves, the country, their parents]) and blood in the hound's own hands. But even so, I wonder what would the final straw be for mc to betray their home, if they are, at the begging, loyal to the Irish. Comfort? To a person that has only known harshness that simple day-to-day 'getting used to' could be a big pending to Camelot's side. But still... What if the hound's loyalty was less... Fluid? More stable? If the 'blood is thicker than water' was a mantra, became a truth... If they go in adamant that they're in a spy position, just waiting for their parents command to end the king, and get Ireland back. That turning point is making me chew my fingernails in anticipation (figuratively speaking). And that 'what is the hound willing to sacrifice for Arthur' ask got me thinking: indeed, how far will the Venegard's youngest go for the enemy's king.
I'll give you, hopefully, some more food for thoughs on the matter before answering your questions.
Right now, the goal of many Houses (including MC's parents) is not even to strictly achieve independence for Ireland. Most of all, they want their country to return to the old strength it held under the Emperor. They are nostalgic for that, and resentful because Uther exploited the vacancy on the Irish throne to swallow Ireland whole. But then again, the Empire had been going through a slow but constant decline for decades.
MC's parents, and other Houses, view Arthur as an outsider, and this is the reason why they don't want him ruling over them. They deem him weak, incapable as a leader, and son of a tyrant (no matter how tyrannical and brutal the same Emperor was).
So, keep in mind that sometimes the parents view might be distorted on some things. But, nonetheless, they have a strong motivation which one can agree with.
Now, as for MC. The fact is that I specifically wanted to tell the story of a person extremely loyal to the King, protective for their new family to the very end of things. Going for an option where MC agrees and supports their parents would complicate things quite a bit. Turning around the loyalty of MC would make for very different moments... it would just be so much to change and the whole premises would be altered somehow.
And you have to consider something: MC was told very very little about the rebellion, about their parents plan, about anything. This is part of the reason why from the start they feel some sort of betrayal/resentment towards their House. It is quite clear to MC how they were used as a puppet and despite the reasoning, they cannot but feel some sort of negative feelings over it. Adrei is the only sibling who knows part of the picture.
Every other sibling was kept always in the dark, politically, so not to be a source of information for their Welsh spouses or other Houses. And so that the parents can be the ones to control this difficult game in their own hands.
But your ask has given me a lot to think about for sure... (and this is the most difficult topic the game will have to face)
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Hello! I saw the request is open, so may I request a smut fanfiction for Zoro & GN!S/O (or Fem!S/O)? Modern AU & where S/O has huge thighs and ass (only those parts). I hope you don't feel uncomfortable with my request, feel free to tell me if it's too much. Thank you!
TIGHT GRIP - RORONOA ZORO X READER
Warnings : this is obviously nsfw, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!), slightly messy kissing, penetration without any mentions of anatomy, reader has a large ass and thick thighs (same fr), slight nipple play ig (m!receiving), no established power dynamics, this is not proofread as usual, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : smut (but with all the love)
Word count : 1.3K words (oops)
Additional notes : God, I haven’t written smut in AGES, so I’m sure I’ve gotten pretty rusty. Thank you so much for requesting this! I’m so in love with Zoro and everything about him it’s actually ridiculous. I always avoid describing the reader’s anatomy to be as inclusive as possible, but I took this request as a personal one. I hope you like this one, anon💗
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“Right there,” they gasped, throwing their head back and struggling to bite their lip in an attempt at holding back a whine at the way his cock dragged at their insides.
Zoro reached up, finger tugging their lip free and instantly pulling them by their back into an all-consuming kiss. As his tongue twined around theirs in the warmth of their mouth, his hands trailed down their sides, grabbing a handful of their ass and squeezing. A small moan escaped them, the sounds swallowed by his lips on theirs. God, he fucking loved every single sound they made when he was pounding into them like that.
Pulling away from his mouth, they whimpered against the corner of his lips, pleasure shooting down their spine and to the tips of their toes with every bruising thrust of his hips. His pace was unforgiving, but the look in his eye was utterly reverent and even entirely devout as it met theirs.
“Like this position?” he asked, voice gruff and scratchy, trying his best to keep it leveled without losing the reins on his self-control. They were making it so hard though—when their hole took him so well, when he could see their combined slick forming a ring around the base of his cock, and especially when they cried his name out as if it were a mantra on their lips.
The very picture of seduction and eroticism was perched on his lap, bouncing up and down on his cock to meet every thrust of his hips. They could only answer with a shaky, “Yes, Zoro, G-god, ‘s the best,” and cry out with pleasure as he rammed his cock into that very spot he knew had them seeing stars. He preferred not to do it repeatedly, smirking as he only angled his hips just right every now and then to keep them on their toes—wanting more, but never getting enough.
His hands wandered from their ass to their thighs, wrapped firmly around him. Their plush skin was heavenly to feel, and even better to dig his fingers into. He could spend days with his hands grabbing at their large thighs and ass and would never tire of it; would never stop letting the lewdest pictures fester in his mind and beg him to bring them to ruination every single time. For every part of him that loved them so wholly it made it hard to let them leave the bed at all, there was a part that loved their almost-pornographic facial expressions when he fucked them just the way they liked it.
“Kiss me.” Zoro’s demand was less that than it was a request. He was weak to feeling the softness of their lips on his, the wetness of their tongue in his mouth as their hands cupped his cheeks and brought them infinitely closer together, and their teeth nipping at his lower lip and pulling that growl they seemed to like so much from the back of his throat. With every slam of his cock in their dripping hole, their hand stuttered on its way down his neck to rest on the hard planes of his chest.
Gasping as they pulled away, they said “L-let me.” Squeezing their thighs affectionately, he watched with his eye hooded as they bent their head a little and wrapped their lips around his nipple. A hiss escaped him, the sucking sensation too good for him to voice his own pleasure in words that could properly express it. The gentle scrape of their teeth on his sensitive nub was almost too much, and he couldn’t help the almost-bruising way he shoved his cock impossibly deeper inside them. They jolted at him suddenly filling them up all too much and all too good. It was like they were born to fit around his length.
Zoro could feel their approaching release, with the way their walls clenched around him. And he couldn’t help but moan at that, letting his inhibitions loose as he lost himself in that perfect body of theirs. “Fucking hell. ‘M not gonna last when you squeeze my cock like that,” he shuddered, tingles climbing down his spine as their fingers clawed at his chest. Still so sensitive, he moaned once again as their fingers flicked at his wet nipple.
They’d left a decent share of red marks on his chest, like they were claiming him as theirs in front of everyone who would see him. The very thought had him leaking even more precum into their slick hole and his balls tightening. Needy, grabby hands of his kneaded at the flesh of their thighs, loving their size, softness, and how they took his fingermarks so well. A greedy part of him urged him to angle his hips so that he could abuse that one spot inside of them that would bring them hurtling towards the edge, his hands sneaking back to smack their ass and feel it ripple underneath his palm.
“C’mere,” they huffed impatiently, tears clinging to their eyelashes, the pleasure overwhelming them but still not yet bringing them to that point of ecstasy. Fumbling fingers pulled him by the chin, kissing him a little fiercer and a little messier.
The drag of their nails against his abdomen was enough to have him wrapping his arms around them entirely. Crying out his name in a mix of surprise and immense, unbelievable pleasure, they reveled in the feeling of him jackhammering up into them, over and over, his muscles flexing and tensing.
Boasting his endless stamina just as much as he boasted the way he had them sobbing a string of curses and desperate pleas, he grinned wickedly at them, tongue poking out to lick his lips. How he loved to enjoy ravishing them. Everything about them in this moment, from the way their mouth gaped open and drooled slipped past their lips, to the way their eyes almost literally glowed with immense love and desire as they met his, and the way their ass bounced with every powerful thrust, and the way their hole swallowed up his cock, they had him spell-bound.
“Love you, love you, ‘m so in love w’ you,” they babbled, reduced to an incoherent mess and choking on a cry as they finally climaxed around him, their hips stuttering as they tensed all at once.
With the way their walls were fluttering around him as they basked in the aftershocks of their mind-shattering orgasm, he could only grunt, “Love you too,” before spilling inside of them. His sloppy thrusts grew shallow as they milked him dry. Whining at the overstimulation, they lightly pushed at his chest, and with a clumsy kiss to the corner of their mouth he pulled out.
His cum dribbled out of them as he pulled them against his front, the both of them panting as they collapsed into each other’s embrace. A small, devilish part of him was entranced by the sight of his release trickling down their thick thighs—thighs he’d love to have wrapped around his face—and openly staring, and they rolled their eyes when they followed his gaze to where it lingered.
“Insatiable beast,” they mumbled, cheek pressed against his chest and listening to his slightly erratic heartbeat as they struggled to steady their breathing. He chuckled breathily, teasingly pinching their ass, to which they lazily swatted his hand away. A large calloused hand rested on the small of their back, the other curled around their shoulder to pull them even tighter to him, his thumb absentmindedly drawing circles into their damp skin.
“It’s not exactly an insult when I’m the only one who gets to do this to you.”
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Your post about Genos telling non-stop "I love you" is adorable but...
What if it's the first time in his life Saitama has been told that?
Because his parents were negligent with him so he never got to hear it from them.
And he had some girlfriends in the pasts, but none of them crossed that line, and neither he did.
What if told you that's exactly why he says it so much? 👁
Imma keep it fr: most of the headcanons I give Saitama for his past are just projection. Even headcanons and scenes that I post, that have nothing to (directly) do with his past, are written with those headcanons in mind. Written with projection laying underneath. So, with that being said:
Saitama was a very neglected kid. Very. He won't say they've never said before, because, being technical here, they have. It's just that it feels like they never did. Every "I love you" that came from his parents were shallow and, 9 times out of 10, were just out of courtesy. He can only ever remember it being genuine when he was a child—a toddler, because at that point he had no expectations to uphold for them. He was just a little boy, and nothing more.
Over time it just became empty words, like it was an obligation as a parent than anything else. And overtime they just completely stopped saying it to him, and he stopped saying it to them. But deep down he wished to be told he was loved. Genuinely. Or to be given the chance to say it to someone.
He became someone who gets easily attached after he lets them in. At the first chance he gets, he will dump all his affections onto a person. He wants to start a family at some point for the sole purpose of giving his child(ren) the affection and love he never received. A lifetime of love he's never been able to give.
His attachment always drove people away, however. Ex-partners always called him needy and "too much", and they'd leave. He never said "I love you" to them because he understood they might not be ready to share that sentiment, but everytime they left, he always ached—wished he'd have said it so that maybe that would have made them stay. Or at least say it so that they could say it back before they left.
When he dates Genos, he holds off because he doesn't want to push him away. Not this one—this one he wants to stay so badly. If he left it'd kill him. Probably.
But eventually, finally, he gets the chance to tell Genos he loves him, because Genos says it first. He says it with so much love and genuinity, it almost becomes too much for Saitama. And it's when Genos says it, when he realizes he finally gets the chance to tell someone he loves them, he does. He tells Genos he loves him. He says it so bluntly, loaded with tonnes of once-restrained desperation and need.
When he finally says it, it's like a fucking dam breaks. He's finally said it. He said it and it was real and reciprocated and said just for Genos, just for his greatest boyfriend. His sweet boyfriend. And his boyfriend said it back in a heartbeat. That invisible desire he never realized lurking in the back of his brain is finally fulfilled. And now that there isn't anything stopping him from saying it, he babbles it. It's a mantra, a song he sets on loop, a symphony. Each space between kisses is filled with an "I love you", each breath he gets back is used as fuel for him to say it again. It's almost like an addiction, really.
And what fuels the fire in him is the fact Genos catches up with him and says it a million times, too. A little co-op game where one person has to say it first so the other can say it next. When he says "I love you", Genos has one to follow. Decades of pent up love, affection with no outlet and nowhere to output it, break away. And it's everything for him.
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just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away !
tagged by: @drolliic tagging: You!
EMOTIONS / FEELINGS
001. pride. I owe the world nothing and the world owes me everything.
002. perseverance. throw me to the wolves and tomorrow i’ll come back as the leader of the whole pack.
003. rage. a fire in mind and heart that blinds.
004. vainglory. broken superiority complex.
005. amusement. great sense of humor, nice to get along with as long as entertained.
GREETINGS / LANGUAGE PATTERNS
001. «Yo, (insert nickname)». informal way of treating others. relaxed.
002. nicknames. seldom calls someone by their name, unless when in a specific, special situation. is awfully creative with those. will come up with one on the spot. it matters not if he knows the other or not.
003. voice intonation which expresses amusement. i.e. «Hm~» ; «Eh~» ; «Aah~» always awfully expressive.
004. slang. there is no such thing as time to be 100% gramatically correct or utter every single word in the dictionary correctly.
005. messy. may invent words, or give them meaning that it is not their original. might confuse others in the process.
COLORS
001. red. his persona incarnated.
002. black. his heart, closed off. don’t get near.
003. white. the ounce of purity that still remains.
004. silver. jewelry. rings, necklaces and earrings.
005. green. his eyes. his special trait. cat irises.
SCENTS
001. sweet and flowery. no further explanation needed.
002. floral chypre. his perfume’s family/type.
003. bergamot, hyacinth, rose. top.
004. violet, rose, iris, jasmine, lily of the valley, ylang-ylang. middle.
005. musk, chypre, heliotrope. base.
CLOTHING
001. leather jackets. his favorite one is blue.
002. scarves. if you know, you know. he likes having things around his neck.
003. hoodies. one can never go wrong with hoodies.
004. black and red sneakers. classic.
005. a single earring. sometimes changes the ear on which to wear it.
OBJECTS
001. a crown. always prepared to show his authority.
002. a knotted tie. unaware of how to tie a tie, he has come with a creative solution and called it fashion.
003. a takoyaki stick. his favorite food is nowhere to be found because he already ate it.
004. a basketball. the feeling of running to achieve a common goal is unmatched.
005. a pencil that has the multiplication table in it. he uses it to cheat on tests.
VICES / BAD HABITS
001. cussing. not the most polite of beings.
002. self-sabotage. number one fan of choosing pain and isolation over happiness and salvation.
003. obsession. can and will become blind if he wants something or someone.
004. violence. is not afraid of exerting physical domination over others.
005. raised brow, while frowning. what the fuck did you just say to me?
BODY LANGUAGE
001. hands on hips. impatience.
002. arms crossed. impatience.
003. staring at others from above, head raised. control. domination. authority.
004. touchy. likes proximity and invading personal spaces.
005. blink. often incredulous with the world.
AESTHETICS
001. blood. what else would you expect?
002. sadism. same reason as above.
003. swordmanship. nothing like wielding a blade.
004. ocean. the waves have secrets. let them sink.
005. successor. the weight of the world on his shoulders.
SONGS
001. Like I Do - Rain City Drive
002. Resentment - A Day To Remember
003. Mantra - Bring Me The Horizon
004. 1x1 - Bring Me The Horizon fr. Nova Twins
005. Throne - Bring Me The Horizon
#【 REMNANTS OF A REBELLION 】#{{ wow this was hard but super fun to do; thank you for tagging me!!! }}
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MXTX football/futsal/soccer AU
I’ve been a goalkeeper for 1 quarter and idk how to drop properly so my arms and knees are a lovely magenta. Mxtx football/futsal AU!
Luo Binghe would be your typical “star” player. He’s a striker (protagonist and all) but is really good in the other roles. He absolutely RUNS OVER those who are physically weaker than him. His kicks are so fucking painful too. He’s like “ah, I better keep the ball far from the goal as much as possible so that shizun doesn’t have to worry”.
Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan would be a defender or a goalkeeper. He’s nimble (ehe) to jump towards the ball (read: out the window). One second he’s on the other side of the goal, the next he’s right in front of you and has tackled the ball. As a goalkeeper, he’s screaming the mantra “YOU WILL NOT FUCKING SCORE IN MY GOAL FUCKER” in his head so he doesn’t hesitate to take a ball to the face. He’s also a slippery defender where he’s running towards you and passes the ball back to his teammates in the field. I think he’s lanky so he has long legs to steal the ball away from your feet.
Lan Wangji’s kicks are so fucking painful. Like, no goalkeeper or any player really has never not gotten a bruise from him. Someone even blacked out because they did heading with one of the balls LWJ kicked. Someone fell over when the intercepted a ball he kicked. Idk what role he would be though I am leaning towards striker.
Wei Wuxian would be a goalkeeper. Absolute menace because he flails his arms around trying to mock the opponent and can slide his enter body in front of the goal area. He has a lot of bruises since he’s teammates with LWJ and during training, they do kick-ins (the one where all the players kick the ball and the goalkeeper must intercept it). Though that’s not the only reason why he has “bruises”. (”WY why do you have purple spots on your neck?? Do you intercept the balls with your neck or something?? LWJ, did you play as goalkeeper too today?? You shouldn’t catch the ball with your neck, you know.”) Wei Wuxian slides towards the ball when the opponent is RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE GOAL and hugs the ball, sliding between the enemy’s legs, and making them fall over LMAO.
Hua Cheng is a defender. His gege ran across the field and he isn’t wasting all the effort! Very reliable defender. He steals the ball away from the opponent and is able to make the ball fly all across the field to XL. He rams into opponents (without extending his arms, of course. They were just too...weak compared to his bulk). Like. He literally runs them over and sends them flying when he stops the ball while they’re dribbling with it. He wears an eyepatch and has a medical certificate deeming him suitable to play.
Xie Lian is a striker!! Him and LBH do long shots and it’s a beautiful sight to watch them passing the ball towards each other. Like. they pass the ball to each other from opposite sides of the field. He’s a fast runner and during corner kicks, he runs away from the opponent and is awesome at making openings for his teammates to pass it to him. Since his luck sucks ass, in recent years, he became susceptible to rolling ball kick-ins, hand balls, and hitting the post of a goal instead of scoring.
Extra:
Shang Qinghua joined the team but doesn’t have much experience. It would look good on college applications. He plays as defender.
SQQ: GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE WAY I CAN’T SEE THE BALL AIRPLANE!!!
SQH doesn’t take it personally and when he finds out he’s blocking SQQ’s view, whenever he’s defender and the ball is coming towards them, he’s like:
SQH: bro can you see the ball??
love him fr
Also, do you call the sport Football or Soccer?
#svsss#tgcf#mdzs#bingqiu#hualiann#wangxian#luo binghe#shen qingqiu#Shen Yuan#lan wangji#wei wuxian#hua cheng#xie lian#football#futsal#???#soccer#do you call the sport football or soccer?
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Seems exiles can do just as well as those who stay at home....part 3 of latest article
Is Mercury really that bad in Sagittarius?
This is a whole other discussion, but relevant here since it’s a review of all that Sagittarius means and those born with sun in Sagittarius are most likely to also have Mercury there. The short answer to the question is Mercury really that bad in Sagittarius is ‘No’. But there’s a long answer too that defuses the common mantra which is trotted out with regularity.
Astrologers say that Mercury is in ‘detriment’ – they make it sound like a ‘bad boy’ scenario- or at least that it suffers there. And anyone with this placement might be jinxed into thinking this is fated. In quantum terms, nothing is ever that fixed, but it is probable, potential, depending on various mitigating factors. The word ‘detriment’ comes with a lot of negative associations. Astrological lore is that Mercury is out of its ‘domicile’ which is the opposite sign Gemini. The analogy used is that it is in a foreign land which is exactly the terrain that Jupiter loves, the joyousness of roaming around the world, bringing good will and seeing the ‘holistic’ picture. But Mercury – Hermes in his original Greek guise- was pretty adventurous, mischievous, extremely resourceful, he could steal or lie as needed like it was a fun thing to do.
He could walk backwards to cover his tracks, and is not afraid to go anywhere, even into the underworld and back in his ‘psychopomp’ aspect, so it always seemed to me that, unless there are other configurations pointing to a depletion of its energy, Mercury performs just as well in Sagittarius as it would in any other sign. But it might just be inactive through lack of effort to develop potential, or Mercury is pressured to bring out a few of his tricks and demonstrate his dexterous skills.
It all depends on what the Sagittarian native does with the energy, how they make use of its presence and the way with words that works best in that sign. If you say that a person with Mercury in Sagittarius will be challenged to be a good writer, perhaps they rose to that challenge anyway. Among the list of writers born late November and in December there are several great Satirists and wits: Horace, Jonathan Swift, Laurence Sterne, Mark Twain, Noel Coward and Winston Churchill was known for his word delivery but in his case that Mercury was in Scorpio so it had added sting. There’s Jane Austen, Gustave Flaubert, George Elliot, C.S. Lewis, Shirley Jackson, Philip K. Dick, and even Bram Stoker.
In Stoker’s case his sun was in Scorpio,, so not a Sagittarian, but his Mercury was in Sagittarius. It is true that he did have a prolonged difficulty with writing that could have been related to dyslexia- the Mercury was square to Saturn. The drafts of ‘Dracula’ were confused and revisions were numerous, but the power of the book once it was published is indisputable. Jane Austen had Mercury in Sagittarius and she is number one author most beloved by the British reading public. She has a moral tone, but with a light comedic touch, revealing a fondness for her incorrigible characters who are not judged, just chastised. People adore that but the skill in the writing is evident, crisp and cool with no wasted words on the page.
I have this placement too and feel there is definitely a bit of cognitive dissonance here and struggle to be understood when the attempt to say the impossible begins. Wasn’t it the Queen in Alice Through the Looking Glass who practised thinking of at least six impossible things before breakfast? But there’s reductive in saying that Mercury is badly placed in Jupiter’s house. When challenged to express to left-brain centred listeners the voice of the right brain, people pull out the stops to overcome the difficulties with words and phrases, and their deeper qualities eventually shine through. What natives with this placement have to do is not let the message be lost in the words, or by jumping around from topic to topic. It’s the triumph of wisdom over intellect and integrating all that you know which the Mercury retrograde of 2023 may allow you to do,, with more revision time.
To say Mercury is automatically ‘bad’ to a client is moot, as he is so equivocal. Plus words have incredible power – they act as spells to create illusions in the mind. They are the essence of what’s ‘Mercurial’ which by its nature is hard to pin down. He just keeps slipping through the fingers. Every placement has some benefits, but they do need to be strategically activated. They just may not be so obvious and may need as in every hero’s journey, to be called upon like a magic sword in the hour of need.
So whether Mercury is challenged or not, depends on the effort of the native to see their way through the obstacles. As they say with jokes ‘‘it’s the way you tell ’em‘ that matters, not the joke itself.
Those who struggle harder to express themselves work harder, for longer, and eventually reach greater heights. One perfect astrological example is the work of Johfra Bosshart, born 15/12/1919 with his sun in Sagittarius, Saturn in Virgo lending an industrious ability to toil, Jupiter and Pluto in Leo but he had his Mercury in Sagittarius at 2°. But it was square to Uranus.
He described his own work as “Surrealism based on studies of psychology, religion, the Bible, astrology, antiquity, magic, witchcraft, mythology and occultism.”
He belonged to a group of ‘Metarealists’ who were not that popular for a long time, but what’s fascinating is that he had a triple conjunction of asteroids Psyche and Eros the eternal lovers together and Pallas Athene, the strategist, all in Aquarius.
Mercury conjunct Venus in Sagittarius produces explosions of fiery virtuosity as with Jimi Hendrix playing guitar like no one else ever could. Others like George Elliot, Georges Seurat had this conjunction near their sun in Sagittarius as well as Nicki Minaj who uses her physicality as a female with enhanced breasts and butt to deliver the message.
And Mercury conjunct the Galactic centre produced a singer like Edith Piaf whose guttural and emotional delivery of songs spoke to the entire world. The Galactic centre taps in to all that is transpersonal and super charges it with energy aligned directly to the centre point of the Milky Way that is beyond this solar system. Non, Je ne regrette rien would be a good anthem for the Sagittarian as they sometimes blame themselves as much as others but it packs a punch.
See full article on proteusastrology.co.uk
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Digging Deeper!
#"Digging Deep!
"And he looked up and saw the rich putting their gifts into the treasury, and then he saw a certain poor widow putting in two small coins. So Jesus said: "This poor widow has put in more than all.. for God, she put in the livelihood that she would have had." Luke 21:1-4."
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I like to be told exactly how exactly what to do. Pay a 20 per cent tip, tithe 10 per cent? I want to know the exact amount to give to be an upright person. I am embarrassed when friends tip more than I can.
In my first years here in San Francisco I would often worry if my ministry was going to be large enough to do some good; if I would impress a lot of people with my ministry; if I will have a lot of good friends; if we will receive enough money to survive a year, and have gradually come to see all I am asked to give, and required to ask others to give is "the widow's mite (two small coins), to do the best that I can, and ask others to do the same.
To be grateful for whatever we have and can give is enough!
I remember driving through a wealthy neighborhood, receiving a phone call from a gentleman whose house was a cross the street, in fact, from where I parked, saying to me: "My church has decided this year to not give your ministry an offering, we want to direct the money to a project which will be more successful," and my spirits dropped. I felt like I had failed.
It was in my depression over his comment from which I learned the meaning of the words of Gandhi:
"Whatever you try to do will probably be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it."
And William James:
"Act if what you do is making a difference. It does".
Both quotes are my mantras.
I am grateful for the reality I touch lives one on one and am present to each person!
I discovered that to give from one's poverty is less about an amount than a state. It is a willingness to act from a place of vulnerability when the final outcome is uncertain. It is the shifting from reliance on one's own limited resources to faith in God's limitless generosity. It is shifting to a dependence on God's gratefulness.
That might not be a way to calculate exactly what is demanded, but I have discovered some hints that I am going in the right direction--freedom and joy mixed in with my human resistance! And being grateful for what I have and can give!
Thank goodness that God's patience is also limitless, just waiting for our willingness to let go and receive. Just waiting for our gratefulness!
And I leave you in looking at "Giving Tuesday" tomorrow, with a blessing: (from "A Blessing, Black Rock Prayer Book)
"The world is too dangerous
and too beautiful for anything but love.
May your eyes be so blessed you see God in everyone,
your ears so you hear the cry of the poor.
May your hands be so blessed,
that everything you touch is a sacrament.
Your lips, so you speak nothing but the truth with love.
May your feet be so blessed you run to those who need you.
And may your heart be opened,
so set on fire, that your love,
your love changes everything. Amen."
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"From the desire of being esteemed. .of being known. .of being praised. . .of being approved, O Jesus deliver me.
From the fear of being humbled. .of being despised
being rebuked. .of being forgotten. .O Jesus deliver me.
That others may be esteemed more than I. .that others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should, Jesus grant me the grace to deserve it."
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Friable
Don't ring him.
Vahri'a rolls the linkpearl between his fingers for the umpteenth time that day. The sunset filtering through the tent flaps hits it for a moment — and then fades to nothing once more, hidden under the crook of his thumb. There is a resounding mantra in his head.
Don't ring him.
One has to be strategic when it comes to machinations of the heart. Most would compare such sentiments to a dance, where two people move in efforts to compliment one another, flawlessly adjust to each other's pace.
No, Vahri'a considers his love an art of war. To read his opponent's moves, to pre-empt and to adapt, to avoid being the first one to fall at all costs. He is a benevolent, reasonable general — the moment the other surrenders, he will do so in turn. Until then, love is a tug of war where the rope is constantly taut if not threatening to fray.
As the man's gift of a linkpearl was just that — a gift — it was also a bold move. Like moving his Queen across the board. What is a little gesture to most means the world in his friend's furtive language. Contained in this linkpearl are the hands of an ever-ticking chronometer and the key to his house.
Don't ring him.
Metaphorically, of course. Gods, he shouldn't get ahead of himself.
For this linkpearl is a delicate thing. The potential it holds is encased in a shell of glass. For every sentiment he can deliver in it — every little indication of his persistent care — he overreaches and opens his flank to attack with all of its vulnerabilities. His penchant for control, his obsessive reminders, his need for companionship as a crutch lest he keels over without it. His friend, with his sharp, piercing gaze, would see it from a malm away. If he left that weak spot for the taking, who's saying what his opponent would do?
Perhaps surrender in the best interest of everlasting peace between their two nations?
Don't ring him.
Ignoring this linkpearl would be a grave mistake, too. For he wouldn't want to seem uninterested, as if that line of aetherial communication between them is entangled with dozens of other paramours. To spurn the offer of something so personal would snuff out the light whatever the man was trying to tell him, if not take away the kindling entirely.
If there is anything behind that gesture, that is. It wouldn't be the first time he followed his speculation into a world beyond.
Vahri'a collapses backward into his bedroll, staring upwards at the warm-toned cloth of the tent canopy, billowing in the breeze. Though he attempts to push the focus of his gaze past the linkpearl, it always drags itself back, kicking and screaming.
Don't ring him.
But Menphina above does he want to ring him. For all of his worldly worries, there is something larger than this mock battle that looms over the both of them. What if he's in danger? Their star is a tumultuous one on the cusp of collapse, every sun a little bit dimmer. How much would he curse himself if he had the opportunity to save him from something terrible and didn't — all because he was playing a game of cat and mouse with himself?
Much more than he repeats this incessant mantra. That's for certain.
Don't ring him.
Vahri'a sits up, taking one last look at the linkpearl. White is a rare hue to choose. Everyone knows it'll be a dull, splotched brass if you manage to get enough dirt on it, if not a salmon pink should blood be your close colleague instead. But it suits someone like his friend — always willing to get his hands dirty, but hold himself as if his robes are spotless.
His friend whose expression is cast in porcelain and speaks little. Yet Vahri'a can see the warmth of a hearth glowing from within that typically opaque material, and he can sense words blossoming from each of his silent gestures. His friend who manages to stand tall and proud despite the burdens he puts on his shoulders. His friend who reminds him of himself, but a version he doesn't hate. Rather, a version that feels familiar like home, that doesn't feel framed in the red curtains of a stage but rather basks in an inexplicable familiarity. His friend that he wants to be himself around.
Don't ring him.
Vahri'a slips the linkpearl into his pocket.
The mantra goes silent.
And as Vahri'a's fingers deftly reach for the linkpearl, discarded for not a second, it realizes its mistake. The fences around Vahri'a are frigid and cold, encased in the oft-forgotten aspect of the Lover's all-encompassing ice. But the house that's built within it is merely made of snow. It's a friable thing, melting to the touch of anything warm, unable to resist the beckoning licks of flame. Inevitably, the linkpearl feels snug returned to the corner of his ear. With it in, he can't hear that mantra at all.
"Akhira'a? Hey, it's Vahri'a. Sorry to ring. I just felt like I should.”
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I am love I am light I deserve good things I am blessed I deserve the good things in my life blessings are mine and mine to spread and multiple I am love I am light I am blessed
#blessed#love#light#mantra#white witch#witch#but fr im a grey witch through and through#affirmations#positive affirmation#personal#?#personal?#mine to have#mine to spread#i love you#i adore you
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how they eat you out 2
part 1 (zhongli, kaeya)
nsfw, character x female reader
summary: character gives oral, reader receives. nsfw, descriptive, headcanon, scenario.
tw: smut, degrading, bondage, marking, begging (scaramouche), body worship, soft (diluc)
includes: diluc, scaramouche
scaramouche
the strip of blood-red velvet wraps smoothly around your wrists, one, two, three times, bound tightly, arms outstretched, draped helplessly over your head as the dark gaze pierces you.
" your eyes will be on me at all times." scaramouche's words are calm as your body shifts beneath him, your lips trembling slightly in anticipation and yet he had barely even touched you. his hands glide over your breasts, your nipples, twisting them.
greedily, he watches your chest rise in surprise as you gasp, his other hand rests on your inner thigh, not moving, and you feel his long fingers burn into your skin. his hands grip your hips tightly, preventing you from moving.
he will stare at you in silence, waiting, waiting for you to break. he waits until the fiery pressure in your stomach boils over and the words spill out of your mouth like the rain splashing on the asphalt outside. and he will wait until he his eyes had devoured your entire being and you- you begging for him and only him.
his mouth is hovering so close over your sensitive spot, it makes you tremble. and then, finally, the illusion of obeying your desires as his wet tongue enters you and oh, he knows exactly what to do to let those breathy sounds of your weak voice escape, repeating his name like a mantra, over and over again as the base of his tongue is forcing under your clit. and you feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach, you throw your head back, squeeze your eyes shut-
" haven't you forgotten something, princess?"
the eyes of the harbinger have darkened and succumbed to lust.
" didn't know you were this stupid. i said i want your eyes on me, no?"
"p-please, scara...", you bite your lips as you feel your voice die, trying to move your hands- but to no success.
" i wish you could see yourself right now. how pathetic you are. hmm, i believe someone as disobedient as you deserves a punishment. ", he lowers himself once again, you feel the hot air of his breath and gulp as you watch his eyes wander eagerly over your visage, that beautiful, desperate body and face, how the hair sticks to flushed cheeks and such sweet lips, making intoxicating sounds only for him.
"i- need you...please...", your voice breaks and his fingers claw deeper into the soft flesh of your hips. they would leave marks.
" you are mine to have. you will belong to no one else."
and long after, one can still hear your sweet cries of pleasure and many a thought may wander into its own wildest fantasies. but in the end, you are meant for only one person. and this person does not intend to share.
diluc
we all know diluc is a true gentelman. he is known as polite, reserved and considerate. he doesn't like physical affection in public but behind close doors...
diluc's hand is big, warm, surprisingly soft as it travels over the skin of your cheek, sliding slowly down to your shoulders, to your breasts and your stomach. the light of the setting sun falls through the window and onto him, caressing him tenderly and making the red hair dance like flames around his handsome face. in those moments you feel as if your heart would stop, how beautiful he is.
here, in his arms, it is safe and warm. you feel it in the way his hand slips under your body and supports your back. you see it in the way his eyes roam over your face, how soft and loving they are, the red sparkling just like rubies through which the sun falls. something about that tender look makes you shiver, heat rising in your cheeks, and you look to the side.
" my love, you are magnificent. " you hear him say, his hand strokes your cheek and there he presses a kiss. you giggle as he continues to litter your face full of little kisses. kisses from your mouth and ears and neck down to your breasts. kisses on your stomach and arms and fingers- all five, left and right, and the pinky gets two because it is simply so adorable. you feel his warm breath on your skin as he lowers himself to your waist and hips and as he gets to your panties, he places a hand on either leg. diluc catches your gaze, starts to slowly spread them.
" i love you. so much. you are the most beautiful being the archons have made.", he places his lips on your entrance through the thin fabric, squeezing lightly and blowing warm air. you shiver, lips parting from the teasing stimulation. one hand finds his hair, gripping it.
" you have no idea what you do to me."
another kiss. " i love you, y/n. i love you...",his finger runs along the edge, before he pulls it down. slowly he kisses the inside of your thighs, sucking and grazing his teeth along, leaving a wet trail of saliva before lowering himself further. he meets your gaze, his breathing has become a little more irregular and then... then you feel his tongue and his lips and it's so close, so real, so beautiful, demanding and yet- somehow so gentle that it brings tears to your eyes. his arms wrap around your waist and stomach and hold you tight, as if he never wanted to let you go. you feel electrified, the way he moves his tongue takes you to the stars and only after a while do you realise that you have been holding your breath.
i love you too, diluc, you want to say- but oh archons, he makes you lose your mind. with each swirl, it seems as if he takes another word out of your thoughts, until there is only one left that barely manages to leave your lips but you try, over and over and over again:
diluc.
#scaramouche smut#diluc smut#genshin x reader#genshin smut#diluc x reader#scaramouche x reader#genshin headcanons#genshin scenarios#genshin diluc#genshin scaramouche
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late night cuddles
a/n: where is my s/o... i need cuddles....... gfdsgjhk screams please don't let this flop!!! ahhhhh!!!!!!!! i hope you like this!
char.: kaeya x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader
kaeya ⋆ ࣪. ᓚᘏᗢ
- candles. candles and soft music as the two of you cuddle on the couch. maybe an episode of a drama or something plays in the background
- kaeya's the type to hold you on his lap and give you forehead kisses ahajkhfahjskflghfkl
- BLANKET SNUGGLES BLANKET SNUGGLES BLANKET SNUGGLES
- okay but fr though, kaeya gives such good cuddles
- they make you feel so warm & happy inside!!!!!!!!
- like... it reminds you of gooey warm brownies and warm milk and honey and soft freshly pressed sheets and cookies
- cuddles for everything!!!!!!!! is kaeya's mantra.
- cuddles when you wake up! cuddles when you fall asleep! cuddles when you're working! cuddles when you're making dinner! cuddles 24/7!
- he buries his head in your shoulders, sighing contentedly. kaeya wraps his arm around you and brings you close to him ahasgfjks
- i feel like the two of you would fall asleep together on the couch
- hehe.
- kaeya is hands-down, 100% the best cuddler you've ever known!
diluc ⋆ ࣪. ᓚᘏᗢ
- fireplace snuggles. do i need to say anything else /lh
- but seriously though – you and diluc always end up cuddling on the couch after dinner or something
- adelinde makes the two of you a pot of tea and she heads off hehe she's the sweetest
- diluc holds you close, your form laying on top of him like a pillow
- he kind of holds you like a bolster – not wrapping his legs around you, but more so like laying side by side and his arm around you
- if that makes sense? :"D
- anyways, his cuddles are always 100% the best!
- it's soft and huggy and it means a lot, because not many people think that diluc is a rather tactile person. he can be tactile when he wants to, though.
- i think diluc, with all the winery affairs and still undercover keeping tabs on his brother, likes to wind down with cuddles after a long day!
- our resident batman can be a preeeeeeetty good cuddler. wink wink. he's always the best in your eyes XD
zhongli ⋆ ࣪. ᓚᘏᗢ
- mmmmMMM WHY CAN'T HE BE REAL!!!!
- he's a naturally good cuddler. literally naturally metaphorically technically mechanically genuinely-
- grandpa hugs
- zhongli likes to hug you from behind. simply because he is that tall
- again, like kaeya, blanket snuggles. he would cuddle in bed with you and wrap the blanket around the two of you, as he holds you close
- sfw and very sweet!
- zhongli strokes your back as well – he'd absent-mindedly end up braiding (if you have long enough hair) or combing his fingers through your hair.
- i feel like he would also fall asleep cuddling you!
- big spoon zhongli and occasional little spoon zhongli XD
- yeah. zhongli's hugs are just... something to look forward to after a long day at work
- "you made it through the day, darling. you deserve every little bit of this, don't you think? i think you deserve all the hugs and cuddles in the world."
- zhongli is the best cuddler ever, in your opinion ;)
taglist: @bookuya, @mika-zuko, @dilucbar, @starglitterz, @cherubbic, @noirkkat, @the-gayest-sky-kid, @shxnosuke, @eternism
hope you enjoyed this! please like/reblog if you liked this! it gives me a better aggregate of what people like ~
#jia's works 🌾#jiawrites#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin fanfic#genshin impact fanfic#genshin writing#genshin impact writing#genshin headcanons#genshin impact zhongli#genshin impact kaeya#genshin impact diluc#zhongli x reader#diluc x reader#kaeya x reader#ohmykazuha
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The Weakest Link: Geto Suguru x F!Reader
synopsis: insecurity and doubt creeps into you in your first month as a jujutsu tech student, but somehow, Geto always seems to make you feel better
tw: sexual undertones.
words: 1,730
Excited conversation and sounds of merriment drift from under the other sorcerer’s doorways at Jujutsu Tech, but you stumble back to your room with nothing but the thought of a warm shower and hours of rest. Ache screams in your bones and joints, rolling down from your spine and settling into the base of your bruised tailbone.
It had been a month since you followed Suguru Geto down the dark alley and into a fight that left you speechless, more or less. Despite knowing all of this, you found yourself in Tokyo, looking up at the massive building in awe. He urged you to join the ranks, but you knew that fighting wasn’t your thing. It was obviously his thing and other people’s thing. But not yours.
Little red welts reminded you of that as you stripped down to your underthings, careful not to bump or touch any sore spots until you could reach the shower’s warm embrace. Geto had reassured you that every sorcerer went through training - every one of them had been broken for a good reason.
“It’s not for humanity’s sake,” he had mumbled through a rice cake. “It’s for our sake. We’re a family, and we are only as strong as the weakest link.”
It was a jab at your failure to procure any meaningful progress, but you pray that your breaking point is near, for your sake and Geto’s sake. The knob proves to be just as challenging to turn hot, and the feeling of failure washes over you with the freezing cold water from above. You can’t even turn a shower knob; how could you exorcise demons?
A strangled gasp escapes your lips as you sink to the shower floor in defeat. Giving up and going home seems like the best option. At least among your family and friends, you weren’t weak; you were just as strong - if not, more robust - than them. But here, you’re only as good as the humans that were outside of Jujutsu Tech. Which isn’t good enough.
After pressing your back against the cool tile, you feel the breeze of the A/C kick on and give you goosebumps. Whoever thought to put an air conditioner in the bathroom must have been an idiot, you muse, and give the knob one more effort, one more attempt to make the water hot.
“Ah!”
The knob gives with ease, turning the freezing shower into boiling lava. Your midsection takes the brunt of the heat as you hiss in pain, attempting to reach the knob again without more of your body being exposed to the stinging water. Once the temperature settles, you relax into the warmth and steam, sighing with contentment. You lather with lavender and vanilla soap, tenderly going through the motions of washing yourself and your face while the tender caress of the cotton cloth between your hands eases your aches. If only there was someone who could help you with the tension in your back…
Your mind flicks to a man’s hands for a moment, thinking of them trailing down your spine and pressing against your lower back methodically… thumbs pressing against the space between your neck and your shoulders with care. The phantom hands then wrap around your neck, tracing your vocal cords, soothing the raw and swollen lymph nodes before drifting over your shoulders and down your chest.
A slight moan escapes your lips at the thought of your body being catered to while the warm shower continues, lips pressing against your ear lobe and whispering something reassuring and comforting.
“Y/n… do you think about me when you’re alone?” The sound of Geto’s voice in your mind startles you back to the present moment, and instantly, you turn the water to a much colder flow. The cold snap helps you cool down, and the heat between your legs died down just as quickly as it began. When you finish, the towel you wrap around your body provides a comforting distraction to the thought of someone else touching you, smoothing their rough palms against your wet skin, breathing sweetly into your ear…
Stress. It’s the stress, you reason. It’s why you’re lusting after someone you don’t really know; someone who sees you as a friend and an ally. That’s all.
You push any and all thoughts of Geto out of your mind as you towel off and shrug on a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. With determination, you snatch up your mala beads and sit on your full-size bed, preparing to meditate. As your fingers roam over the beads, a gentle peace settles into your mind, leaving you with only one thought: Strength comes from within.
The mantra repeats itself with each bead that slides through your thumb and index finger until all you can focus on is the clicking noises and the occasional chatter of birds outside your window.
Strength comes from within.
You would endure, you decide. It’s not a case of discomfort or physical pain. It’s a matter of willingness and fortitude to continue down a path you set for yourself no matter the cost.
Strength comes from within. Strength comes from within. Strength comes fr--
A whisper-soft knock at your door breaks your trance. With hesitation, you slide off of the bed and wrap your beads around your left hand, sliding the door open without checking who stood there first.
Strength comes… from… where, again?
The raven-haired sorcerer who set you on the meditative path in the first place stands in front of you, leaning his prominent figure on the doorframe. At the sight of you without your uniform on and mala beads wrapped around your hand, Suguru steps back a little, running his black eyes across your figure once before tilting his head.
“Was I interrupting something, y/n?”
“No,” you respond quickly, noting his casual attire as well. “What’s up?”
“I texted you about dinner,” Geto straightens up, and you realize that the whole time you mourned about your lack of strength, you had neglected to even think about your stomach. As if it had been summoned, your stomach growls angrily like the third person in the room. Geto chuckles a little at the sound, his broad shoulders shaking under his shirt. “Sounds like you need something to eat.”
“Give me a second.” You shut the door and turn to find something more appropriate to throw on. As you changed into a pair of jeans and a less ill-fitting shirt, your mind fluttered to the idea of Geto bursting in and seeing you half-naked and--
“Stop it, stop it.” You hiss to yourself, jumping a little to button your pants. Despite feeling the familiar blooming of a crush in your mind, you set it aside to be dealt with later. This was not the time nor the place to have unrequited crushes; you had a purpose for being here, and it wasn’t to cozy up to someone who considered you to be family.
“Hey,” Suguru calls through the door, his voice making your stomach jump a little. You were taking too long.“Gojo and Shoko are coming too.”
“Yeah, sounds good.” Your fingers are stuck in the mess you call “hair,” and the curls latch onto your fingers like snakes as you try to tame them. Against your better judgment, you had let your hair air dry, and now you were paying the price for not even running a brush through it. “Shit!”
“Are you… alright in there?”
“Jus-just a minute!” A moment of panic sets in as you attempt to control the frizz, but the curls defy your orders, only popping up again after you press them down against your scalp. No amount of bobby pins or gel could fix this. Your comb clatters to the ground along with the various-sized bobby pins, and as you stoop to hurriedly clean up the mess you made, you hear the door slide open. “Not yet, I--”
Through your thick mane, you can see Suguru’s feet shuffle into your line of sight. You push your hair back to observe his confused then understanding look, and he crouches down to help you, attempting to pick up the smaller bobby pins with his massive hands. It seemed impossible, but he picked up the little and the bigger ones with ease, depositing them back onto the porcelain counter with care.
“You should’ve asked for help, y/n,” Suguru murmurs, standing and holding his left hand out for the comb. You timidly place it into his hand and let him step behind you to gather the ends of your hair in his right hand. “It’s grown quite a bit.”
“You noticed.” The thought that he’s noticed your hair growing out from its short length to about mid-shoulder surprises you, and he looks up to meet your eyes in the mirror, smirking.
“I notice a lot of things.” He doesn’t explain this statement, instead choosing to focus on combing your ends out before getting to the top of your head, gradually increasing his strokes down your scalp. “Do you want to put pins in your hair?” You answer the question by holding out two small bobby pins, and he places both between his teeth before pinning the left side of your hair down to your scalp. The other one tucks your bangs behind your right ear, and you marvel at the care he takes with his movements, careful not to scratch your scalp with the metal. “There.”
When Suguru finishes, he rests his hands on your tiny shoulders, waiting for you to approve of his work.
“Thank you for helping me.”
“You need to start asking for help during training. I’ve watched you struggle for a few weeks like you were struggling just now. It couldn’t hurt to ask the others for some assistance every now and then.” His words made you stiffen, and one of his eyebrows raised as if he was challenging you to tell him he was wrong.
“Well, I just--”
“I know what I said about the weakest link made you self-conscious. But you missed the point; all of us are linked. We can’t help you if you insist on doing this alone, got it?” You nod twice, feeling the insecurity and doubt whistle out of your body with each exhale.
“Got it.”
“Now, I’m absolutely starving, and I know you are. Let’s go.”
#jujutsu kaisen#getou x reader#geto suguru#gojo satoru#shoko ieiri#i know geto would help with any and all hair problems#because he's a hair guru#and a cult leader
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