#I'm glad you found my post helpful and i sincerely hope you make your own posts someday without being afraid of hate or judgement

[yandere--stuck]

nosramus's relationship headcanons, maybe? 🫶 idk if you write for them, but if not, ok!!

but speaking sincerely with all my heart; i've been following your blog for a while, and i'll tell you-- i sincerely love your writing, like really - very really !! i giggle and do 10 spins in my room when you post about my favorite characters (or characters i don't even know, 🤭🤭) maybe that sounds not honest ((i don't even know)), but i really mean it.

AND

hope you have a good night/or day (or whatever time is) !!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so so much!!! That's so sweet of you to say and I'm so glad you enjoy my works aaaaa ;w; it means a lot!!

I hope you have a great day/night yourself and that these are good <3

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🤍 Immortality is both a blessing and a curse, Nosramus has found. Though she finds enjoyment and purpose in her studies and in the mundanity of life, even within the dungeons of Fear and Hunger, this has also led her to a life of loneliness. Many days spent with only herself for company. Her guard is there, of course, but he's not really much for company. It's even manageable most days. But the longer the future stretches out in front of her, the more the chasm in her heart where others had once touched deepens and darkens further.

💛 Such isolation gives her cause to look into different areas of study - such as The Soul. Everyone is born under a specific Soul type that will shape who they are and how their life will play out. Less understood, however, is that concept of a Soul Mate. The idea of one Soul bearer having one (or more) Souls that are naturally attracted or drawn toward one particular Soul type or even particular individual that bears a particular Soul type that seems to inherently click with another's. Once, she had thought she found them. But, she was wrong. She was betrayed and forgotten. In the end, they were the worse for it and Nosramus, in the grand scheme of things, was far better off. Still, she was left scarred by deception. To be alone was better than being hurt again in such a way. It was better for a long, long time. But now, the darkness and isolation of the catacombs have become almost too much to bear. She can feel her Soul call out for the touch of another.

🤍 Brave adventurer, what is it you seek? Her, perhaps unknowingly…? Why else could Nosramus feel you within the halls? Your footfalls echoing through her head, the brightness of your spirit felt pulsing in her own Soul. A feel of giddiness makes her entire body shake. She can't concentrate on her studies. She can't even hold a cup of tea steady without shaking. She sees flashes of you in her enlightened mind's eye. So desperate is Nosramus to see you in the flesh. Is this what it feels like to meet your one and only? A part of Sylvian's design perhaps. The anticipation and impending doom of meeting who you are meant to be one with. Nosramus can't help to distract herself much longer, nearly running from her laboratory as she feels you enter the mines.

💛 Don't be afraid. She can see you from the shadows. She will wait as long as you need to step into the light and see her. Nosramus tries to keep her smile from widening too greatly. She introduces herself. Tries to ignore the burning sensation in her very being. Extends a hand out to you and tells you the kettles on. Care for a cup of tea? She smiles even as you hesitate. Of course you're hesitant, poor thing. All alone in such a place without her. How did you ever survive? When your hand slips into hers, Nosramus is nearly set ablaze from the inside-out. Oh, yes, she thinks she'll keep you.

🤍 As a show of good faith, Nosramus offers you to partake in her potions and peruse her tomes. Not like you'll be leaving with them. The home she's made feels so much more alive with you inside it. Like you were always meant to be here. Your voice is music to her ears. She implores you - why are you here, where are you from, who have you left behind, what do you love, what do you despise, what are your dreams and wishes. She sprawls down notes when she gets a moment between preparing your tea. Just the beginning of her study of you. When she sets your cup in front of you, she makes a show of giving her own a hearty sip. And by the time you've realized what's happened, you can barely keep your head up. Poor dear. 

💛 You must understand. Or, you will understand, eventually. Nosramus has been burned before. She wants to trust you, but can't quite yet. But, it's okay, pet. She will take care of you while you learn how much your meant to be. She can hardly be near you without touching you - holding your hand, stroking the top of your head, pressing soft kisses across your face. When she must rip herself away from you, her guard will watch over you. One day, you'll be free to be lucid when kept in her quarters, but not yet. She must show you that your Souls are meant to be one. She cannot wait for the day that Sylvian blesses your union and you finally do become One.

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[gloomy-prince]

hello!

i really wanted to say this with my actual account but i am too shy to do so because i've been admiring you and your art for so long. i remember reading your trans eddie comic was my first ever exposure to the it fandom. imagine my surprise when i found out that eddie isn't trans in the canon universe (it was painful !!)

anyways, what i really wanted to say is that your comic helped me a lot with my identity. it may seem too much or such an over the top declaration but it truly did. i read the way you portray eddie as trans and i was like "hey! that's exactly how i feel!" and then had a crisis in the middle of walmart because i realized that i'm not a tomboy bisexual, i'm a transman and VERY gay !

your comic brings me a lot of comfort and i love re-reading it here and on webtoon as well. everytime i see your posts on my dash, it just always makes my day and you inspired me to write a fic of my own and reclaim my passion for writing ! i hope you're having a great day today and please remember that there's always someone out there who admires you ♡

sincerely,

walo ☆

MAN this has been sitting in my ask box for a day cause I just didn’t know what to say… it made me tear up a bit whenever I read it… I am so glad for you!!!! I hope you are doing well and this realization has brought you some joy and peace :’’) ❤️❤️ thank you!!!

#gloomy asks

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Summer wedding: Thanksgiving before the separation drabble

Ok it got a bit long. Kissing implied doing more than just kissing. Only 2 sentences. Nightmares.

Comments welcome and reblogs. No publishing translating or posting

Ari come here and help me pick out a Turkey.

He goes to grt the biggest.

"What are you doing?"

"What its a turkey? Go big or go home."

"How about go big and have to wake up at 3 am to cook it."

"Oh," he thought for a second "but I want to give you and Maya the best Thanksgiving ever so that's fine."

"Ari and what are we going to do with the leftovers? "

"Who said anything about leftovers?" he was rubbing his stomach. 

"Fine but when you're bloated and gassy don't come to me complaining. "

I still grabbed him some Tums and gas-x and some kid medicine for Maya just incase. 

"Ok" I said as Ari wrapped his hands around my shoulders,

"We got Turkey, stuffing, pie cranberry sauce and real cranberries, corn muffin mix, we can just buy them you know."

"No I am making it."

Thank god I didn't tell Ari about making your own stuffing then we'd probably never eat. And I was also smart enough to tell him cranberry sauce is just mushed cranberries and sugar and that half the fun is how it comes out in the shape of a can  "Gravy don't its my favorite gravy you can make yours too from whatever but just in case, biscuits, butter and  We just need ice cream and cookie dough."

"Ice cream and cookie dough?"

"Yea me and Maya need to eat something before you finish cooking. 

Maya flew in the night before Thanksgiving and she was so excited to experience a "real American Thanksgiving." It was practically impossible to get her to bed. But after three stories and if your father doesn't get to sleep now so he can wake up, well never eat explication she closed her eyes.

I layed back in bed tired I thought Ari was too but he has this smile.

"What are you so happy about?" I turned on my side to face him. 

"I've got everyone I love under one roof.  You're happy,  Maya's happy. What else could a man want?"

Ari was happy. He wasn't sure how he ever found love again but he did and it was even stronger. He was happy just holding her pinkie. There was something about her smile that just made him feel fulfilled, whole. And holding her was heaven all the nightmare about bullets and prisons, holding her just eased it all away into oblivion. 

He gave her a kiss, "you tired?" 

"Yes" she giggled and rolled her eyes. "Your daughter is right down the hall and you have to get up early did yiu set the alarm.

"Yes" he rolled his eyes 

"Don't. I want to eat before 9pm and trust me that's happened. And you know I get hangry." 

Ari turned on his side with a smirk.but really her hangery… she should join mossad though, things would get done faster.

"What are you doing?" 

"Going to sleep like you asked" he sighed.

"Two can play that game" she thought. 

"You always hold me." She said with a whimper and sniffle.

He turned over with an immediate "babe come here im sorry."

"He was too easy," she thought h. But it's true he'd walk over hot coals for her without a thought. He pulled her in close and gave her another kiss.

"You knew I was only teasing baby right?"

"Well I was hoping."

He was just studying her face for a moment or two swiping his thumb across her cheek before wrapping his arm around her waist. 

"What?" She asked with a bit of a smile.

"You're so beautiful. I love you so much you know that right?" He was sincere and she was blushing.

"Ari where is this coming from?"

"I just feel so happy, blessed to have my , my family under one roof. I'm just-"

There was a knock on the door 

"Glad we just kissed aren't 'cha." He rolled his eyes but she was right. 

"You can come in sweetheart."

"Abba I had a nightmare. A giant turkey was chasing me."

"Oh no!  Well I can promise you there are no turkeys around here.  Minus your father. He's a big 'ol turkey."

"I thought we were having turkey tomorrow."

"We are but its all ready to be cooked ok no turkeys are alive in the state."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Ari watched the scene gaining from ear to ear as he played with his girlfriends hair. She being used to it didn't pay any attention but this family scene made him happy. So happy.  Maya felt comfortable seeing comfort in his girlfriend not just with him. 

"You want someone to tuck you back in?"

"No I'm ok as long as you promise no yurkey."

"No turkeys."

"Goodnight Maya 

"Goodni-" was all Ari could get out before Maya closed the door. 

"Well I'm insulted."

"She likes me better"

Ari smirked as she stuck her tongue out. 

"Not too fond of your attitude"

"Oh yea you gunna fix it?"

"No I've got a turkey to cook. I need my sleep." He crossed his arms

"What hey I thought we were cuddling."

"Sorry babe come here." He opened his arms and she rushed close to his heart. She loved hearing his heart beat.  It was slow and soothing. And Ari couldn't sleep without her warmth the way her lips just brush against the base of his neckline at time or how her hand had seemed to lay claim to his body as he would never move it once she had fallen asleep. Holding her was something he  could never give up. He watched for sleep for a while and then pulled her closer.

"Ari go to sleep" she sounded a bit drunk but she always did she when she said this in the middle of the night. Somehow she always knew when his mind needed to be told to rest. So he kissed her forehead.

"Yes my love" she smiled and with that he went to sleep. And he'd need it because the next day he really regretted buying the biggest turkey. 

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[nordleuchten]

Hi!First of all, I'm glad I have found your page: Lafayette is one of my favourite historical characters and following a so well organized blog like yours really satifies my hunger for knowledge about him.I wanted to ask you whether you could enlighten me about what happened during the Camp de Mars massacre.I've read somewhere,he explicitly ordered his men to attack the civilians.Other sources claim, a soldier was wounded by the people and so the troops started shooting. What happened exaclty?

Dear @faxelange,

first of all; thank you so much for your kind words, such comments truly make my day. :-)

What happened exactly during the Champ de Mars massacre? Well, nobody can say for certain. I have written a long post here (that I have to edit one fine day sincere there is one sentence that is less critical than intended), trying to present the viewpoints of both sides, but there is very little that can be said with absolute certainty.

In short, we do not exactly know what really happened that day but even if we assume the absolute “best” scenario, La Fayette still stands as a weak leader who had no control about his armed guard and could not prevent the death of innocent people. What we do know is that the National Guard under La Fayette’s command fired at the crowd, and that people were wounded and killed. I can not imagine La Fayette giving the command in cold blood to kill the people in assembly – but I can imagine that La Fayette, fearing for his man, the life of the present officials and for his own life, gave a rash command in the heat of the moment, a command that he had not thought through and that he later regretted. In his first official statements, La Fayette his relatively vague what his exact orders were and as the years passed, his statements did not exactly become clearer – a fact that did not help the matter at all.

I know that this is a bit of an unsatisfying answer, but I hope you can still make some use of it. I hope you have/had a wonderful day!

#ask me anything #faxelange #<3 #marquis de lafayette #la fayette #french history #american history #french revolution #champ de mars #1791

[olibavee]

I’m so glad to hear you were able to bring yourself to draw something despite the art block. I myself have been experiencing a horrible art block for the past few months, in no small part because I find myself constantly comparing myself to other artists on here (especially mutuals). How did you temporarily overcome your art block?

thank you so much for the kind words. :~) i'm not sure i have the best advice since our situations differ a bit, but i'll do my best to offer something of value!

for me, and this is unfortunate, i always WANT to draw, but my ability to draw seems directly correlated to whether or not i'm interested in something. this usually results in me drawing only when i'm hyperfixated on a piece of media or my own ideas. i honestly haven't found a solution to this problem yet. i just try to explore different ideas and hope that one of them sticks enough for me to "power through" a bout of art block. that's what happened with my most recent art i posted. i explored a story idea with some friends, and it sparked enough of a flame in me to be able to draw something i enjoyed.

in regards to being blocked because you're comparing yourself to others, i have that issue too sometimes. for me, what helps is to try to turn those feelings of jealousy or inferiority into feelings of inspiration. if i see art that really strikes me and makes me think, "wow! i wish i could do that!", i'll save it so that i can look at it later when i need a mental boost. it also helps me to have periods where i take breaks from posting on social media and only share my art with a few friends, because their support means a lot to me and it helps break me out of the "comparison cycle" by distancing myself from the Constant Stream of Everything for a bit. i don't know if you already do these things so my apologies if this advice is derivative, but hopefully this helps. i sincerely wish you the best of luck in overcoming your art block!

#liv answers #good luck anon!!! i really don't know how to answer things briefly.

[alwaysonthemend]

Hi Dee, I have read What it Means to say I Love You in the past 24 hours for like about 5 times and still has tears in my eyes. I know the question about negative comments on Jake's weight has been brought up over and over again (and perhaps too many times in my opinion) but I would like to personally thank you for writing this fic because how much it means to me.

I have been struggling with an eating disorder for the past three years, it is a secret that I kept even from my closest family. I am not officially diagnosed so that often left me feeling invalid. Because of school and my anxiety, things have been extra hard recently. I can't bear looking at myself in the mirror and hates taking showers when I have to touch and face my own body. As horrible as it sounds, I don't know who I am without my ED. Recently I've been asked to introduce myself and I have a hard time coming up with answers, I found that I have nothing much to tell, my ED is probably the biggest thing that defines me but that is something I can never tell anyone.

Reading this fic makes me cry because I just wish there'd be someone who will tell me it's ok like y/n does to Jake, and I know that there's no one beside myself. A fic obviously isn't going to change me instantly, but during the few minutes that I was reading it, I somehow feel healed and hopeful.

Finding solace and some degree of reconciliation from a reader insert fic that addresses the body insecurity of the other? sounds a bit weird, right? but somehow that's exactly what this fic do to me. I know there are many fics about one of the boys comforting reader about their body image issues but few of them speaks to me. At least speaking for myself, when you have an ED, you both crave attention and reject help: you want people to comment on you losing a few pounds and looking skinny but absolutely hate when they express their worry and say sh*t like "please eat for me". However, the way you handle the issue in the topic is full of love, accurate on the bodily experience of the insecurity and fully about self-autonomy and body positivity. I tend to romaniticize my ED and it has become my comfort zone, it is hard to realize the ugly reality when you are neck-deep in the sh*t yourself, but it is different when you see it on others. Hence why I feel so empowered by this fic. I have always been in Jake's lane and knowing that body insecurity is something that have probably affected him and knowing how much it can hurt makes me wonder perhaps I could change. And that makes this fic feels extra endearing and personal to me. The way it is addressed through "I love you" makes me think that just maybe, I can try using that love on myself as well. Things obviously won't change over night, but now at least I have found a new, positive spot to dwell on during the hard times.

I love the way you addresses the boy's insecurity, (like in Mini Fic), what you are doing is amazing. I have always believed in the power of words, and this message you want to tell your readers is very meaningful. You have helped me in ways that you don't even know. You are a very talented writer, if this is what you are passionate about, please hold onto this power.

Sorry this is long and disturbing. I'm glad if you even read it through. Sincerely, thank you.

my sweet, sweet anon. as much as i call myself a writer, finding the right words to answer this has been difficult.

to start, i want to say thank you. thank you for sending this ask and thank you for being so open and honest. though i obviously don't know who you are, please know that wherever, whoever you may be... you inspire me and i am so very thankful for you.

"what it means to say i love you" is one of those fics that though i love it dearly, i was so very nervous to post it. struggling with body image and weight is scary and can be isolating. and that fic was my way of expressing those feelings in a way that hopefully helps other people feel less alone.

i know that when im struggling with insecurity, i ache for someone to say something - to comfort me, to tell me it's okay, to tell me that they love me. and yet at the same time, im terrified for anyone to know how im really feeling. and as silly as it may seem to others, reading and writing fics that address these feelings can make that burden just a little bit lighter... just a little bit easier. they're my way of reminding myself that i deserve to be loved and that each of my readers does as well. so i am so very glad that it has been as meaningful to others as it is to me.

i have found some of my closest friends through greta van fleet and i have found a community that i love to be a part of. jake has always been a comfort to me and my love for him has helped me find others who feel the same. and anon, just as jake is loved by so many of us, so are you.

truly though, this ask made me speechless in the best way. im sitting here trying to articulate all the emotions that im feeling but i just don't think that i can. all i can say, anon, is this: thank you, im proud of you, and i love you very much. you are NOT alone.

knowing that at least one person out there found meaning in a fic that i wrote makes it all more than worth it.

and i hope everyone who follows me knows that i am always here for each and every one of you and i consider myself so very blessed to have you all.

and to those reading this, no matter who you are, no matter what you struggle with, no matter the sadness, the insecurity, the hurt, the struggles that you have gone through, no matter what you have had to face - alone or otherwise... you DESERVE comfort, you DESERVE to be seen, and you DESERVE to be loved. and i love you. each and every one of you.

and my dearest anon,

i don't know who you are. i don't know what you look like. i may never see you laugh. i may never get to cry with you or get drunk with you, or see you smile, or ever speak with you directly.

but i love you and i am proud of you.

#dee answers

[carbo-ships]

Post Hoc AU: Chapter III

Previous: Chapter II

The next morning, Terzo joined them all for breakfast. He didn't eat anything, of course, but seemed to simply want to be present for the early morning chatter. The ghouls felt much calmer, the initial shock of Terzo’s arrival having worn off. They remained vigilant, of course, but felt confident that they could handle whatever was in store for them.

Papa realized he hadn’t gotten a chance to check in with Ardis after her walk with Terzo the previous evening and looked her way. He wondered what they’d discussed. Papa felt his pulse quicken when his eyes landed on a tiny sliver of a bruise that peeked out over the top of her collar. How had that gotten there? His gaze flicked between Aether and Terzo, but found neither acting as if anything was amiss. Aether was holding back a yawn as he ate, and Terzo was locked in conversation with Rain. Papa sincerely hoped Aether had been the one responsible for the mark on her neck. The alternative explanation made his blood run cold. Surely Terzo would have bragged to him if Ardis had allowed him to do such a thing.

After breakfast, Papa asked to speak with Ardis in his office. He tried to keep his tone casual so as to not arouse any concern or suspicion amongst the rest of the group. Ardis, however, seemed to tense up a bit. She likely knew what he was going to ask about, but did her best to appear unaffected. When they stepped into his office, he closed the door behind him. "Ardis, my dear, I couldn't help but notice..." His eyes dropped to her neck, then back to her, hoping she would elaborate without too much prying.

She immediately looked upset, avoiding his gaze. "I— I—"

His heart sunk and he took her hands in his. "Ardis, what happened?"

Her face had gone red. "Aether bit me last night," she said quietly.

"Bit you?" he repeated.

"I know it's not very becoming of an angel to allow something like that, but I let him."

Relief washed over him, but he could feel her hands trembling. She looked guilt-ridden. "Cara, it's alright! There's nothing to be ashamed of! I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and that Aether had done this with your permission. He didn't pressure you, did he?"

"No, of course not,” she assured him.

"I can't help but wonder... Was this in response to Terzo's arrival?"

She nodded. "Aether didn't like that I smelled like him."

Papa sighed. "These ghouls can be so possessive. I would expect this from Sodo, but I'd hoped Aether, of all people, would be above such things. And, goodness, that must have been quite a bite if it's still visible! Please tell me he didn’t draw blood. I swear, that man forgets his own strength!"

"No, he didn’t," she shook her head. "Or, at least I don't think so."

"Good, good." He let out a breath. "I feel much better now. I apologize for intruding on your privacy like that. It truly is none of my business. I just worry. It's not that I don't trust him, I... You know I care for you. May I see? Just to ease my conscience?" Papa requested.

She nodded, then unbuttoned and removed her uniform jacket. Left in a sleeveless shirt, Papa could see the extent of Aether's work. The bruise he'd spotted was one of many — there were multiple bite marks covering her neck and shoulder. "Oh my..." Aether had really done a number on her. Once he'd gotten her permission, he let his fingertips gently trace the marks. To his relief, they were all bruises, not scabs. "My poor angel. How badly does it hurt?"

"Not too bad, honestly," she mumbled. "I'm just a bit stiff."

He offered her a gentle smile, realizing how cooperative she must have been for Aether to mark her so many times. "You enjoyed it, eh?"

"P-Papa!" she exclaimed, becoming even more flustered.

"Again, nothing to be ashamed of!" he insisted with a chuckle. "I'm glad you trust Aether enough to allow him to do something like that. I'm sure he was very appreciative. "

She hid her face in her hands. "I just— Being so close to him like that, I— Oh, Papa, you know how I feel about him."

"Yes, I know. Oh, come here. You poor thing, you're all shaken up!" He opened his arms to her, and she hugged him tightly. "But you're alright, yes? I don't need to give him a talking-to?"

"I'm alright." She still sounded embarrassed, but he believed her.

"And love, really — I know you're embarrassed, but you have no need to be. You've done nothing wrong. Okay?”

She nodded, taking a deep breath.

“It really is just his way of showing he cares,” Papa explained, still holding her against his chest. “He's very protective of the role you play in his life, whatever that may be, and I do not think he had any ulterior motives. As... sensual as his techniques may seem, you have my assurance that other ghouls have been known to mark their, erm, territory in the same way. You can ask him to be gentler, though. While I appreciate his desire to state his claim over you, this—" he motioned up and down her shoulder "—is a bit excessive, don't you think? It really is unlike him. He must feel terribly threatened by Terzo, the poor ghoul. The marks should fade before you're due to return home, though, if that was a concern."

Once she’d calmed down, he released her so she could dress herself. He adjusted her collar to help properly hide Aether’s marks, as he was sure Swiss would tease her relentlessly the moment he noticed them, and gave her forehead a kiss. While he wished the ghoul had been gentler with her, Aether’s actions filled him with confidence. Terzo may have had a reputation as a master of seduction, but Aether wasn’t going to give her up without a fight.

Next: Chapter IV

#carbo writes #post hoc

[punemy-spotted]

Hi Punemy. I just found one of your reboots on an It's a Wonderful Life post. And I was wondering how you're getting by now? I'm in a big corpo job and it doesn't pay enough to buy property too and I hit burnout. So I'm trying to figure out what people do to be happy out of traditionally "successful" roles and still. yknow. survive.

Hi friend. I'm so glad you reached out to me. I've... been having a lot of thoughts about this, so you'll see a rambling answer underneath the cut, because you're basically getting a distillation of my panicked 3am journaling.

In short: I wish I could tell you that I'm doing great or that I figured out the secret, because trust me, if I knew the secret I would share it so fast.

I thought I had my dream job when I landed an immigration lawyer position, except it burnt me out so badly I'm still traumatized from it, nearly two years later. Then I thought I landed my dream job in early 2023, when I got a great corporate counsel position with excellent pay and benefits... only to be forced out thanks to corporate nepotism and an industry I just... didn't fit in with.

I'm in therapy now, to deal with both of those things — both of those things and the burnout, but that's hand in fucked up hand, isn't it?

So you know what, I'm... not doing great.

And I think that's okay.

I'm so sorry to hear that you've burnt out. It's... hard. Incredibly hard. Therapy has helped me, and I think it would help anyone who has access to it — I can't recommend telehealth highly enough. The service I use right now is Sondermind, and it seems to be even more robust than my health insurance's website, for sure.

Beyond that...? Take it slow. If there's one thing I've learned since getting my license to practice law and bouncing from shitty firm to shitty firm, it's that I owe my employers only as much work as they pay me for. Nothing more and nothing less. And if I'm not finding joy in the work that I'm doing — be it the research or the culture — then it's time for me to bounce. I don't expect I'll ever own property, not unless my parents suddenly decide to retire back to India and leave me the house, and... that's okay. It has to be okay. It has to be okay because there are other things I can spend my money on. It has to be okay because the rainy day fund to sustain me while I'm unemployed is more important that the mortgage and the responsibilities I don't think I'm ready for. Maybe I'll be ready one day, or maybe I'll be fine in my tiny flat with my roommate and my collection of fountain pens.

Find joy in the world outside work. If you're paid for a 40-hour workweek, don't do more than that. Don't. Do, however, seek out friends. Go to museums and play silly games. Listen to music. Pick up a hobby. Go to therapy. Redefine what "success" means to you — when are you at your happiest?

I've been incredibly lucky to have a community of friends and family. I hope, truly and sincerely hope, that you also have a community of friends, Anonymous Friend. I hope you can lean on them when you need them. I hope they hold you up on your worst days and celebrate you on your best. Because there is no greater joy than having that community.

As for surviving outside of high-paying corporate jobs, honestly... I'm gonna say the cliché thing, which is that it's time for all of us to redefine survival. If we live in an era where owning property is no longer a part of our futures, then so be it. Tiny apartments it is — that doesn't mean you don't deserve to own your space for however long you live in it. Let every little joy build up on itself. Join a summer reading program and listen to audiobooks on your way to work, or call up your best friend on your way home. Take the time to look for work in fields you enjoy. Will you potentially take a pay cut? Maybe. But surviving on a smaller scale than what our parents had may just be what we have to do — and that's okay too. Maybe we'll make the world a better place for us down the line, but right now, we cling to what we have and survive.

Also, seriously, go to therapy. Can't recommend that enough.

I wish you well, friend. May you find strength and kindness in the many many years to come. And when it comes to burnout or bad days, remember, this too shall pass. And so too shall you, through it all.

#shroombox #Anonymous #life thoughts with tessa #no i don't really know what a lot of this is but i do know that it's been on my mind for a LONG TIME #it will not always be this bad and that's okay too

[thegrapeandthefig]

Hello there! I sincerely hope that you are having a wonderful day! I've recently found your blog after getting into Hellenic Polytheism and I'd like to thank you for the work that you do, as your posts have been very informative and helpful. Other than that, I was hoping to ask some questions as a "baby hellenic" worshipper of Dionysus — if you're still accepting asks about him at this time, that is. If not, that's totally alright! In the case that you are accepting asks, then please forgive me for what I think will be a lengthy passage.

I'm a minor who was raised in a primarily Muslim household, and my interest in Dionysus came into being at around the year 2020, when we were learning about Minoan Crete through online classes. At the time, I had only known him as "joyous Bacchus" or the drunk party god, so I was amazed to see that according to some myths, he had married Princess Ariadne of Crete, who is famously known for being abandoned on the island of Naxos by her lover, Prince Theseus of Athens. One could say that Dionysus immediately received my respect after hearing of this, but was quickly forgotten as my mental health declined alongside my academic prowess. Fast forward to the year 2021, I had rediscovered the myth (one could say that they're my mythology otp) and in the process, found out about Dionysus' dual nature, which I could not comprehend until much later, when I was recovering from a state of nihilism and suicidal ideation — only to discover Nietzsche's Dionysian philosophy and the inputs of Sir Walter F. Otto. As a sheltered child who had just gone through her first mental breakdown, it was exactly what I needed and I like to think that Dionysus Eleuthereus liberated me from my constraints, so I am doing much better nowadays — which is why I had very recently decided to become a closeted worshipper through offering prayers and devotional acts.

I do, however, acknowledge that he is a very complex god who could be potentially dangerous, and as much as I revere him and wish to get to know him more, I don't think I'm mentally prepared or even have the time to try and practice divination. Could I still worship him despite this "roadblock?" I genuinely want him to be a part of my life as he is the one to whom I mainly offer the credit when my healing is concerned. If I can, then would you happen to have any tips for fostering a relationship with him in this manner? Do the Theoi send signs in this case? How do they communicate and how could one respond? And finally, should I ever decide to partake in divination, where's a good place to start? Thank you so much if you decide to answer my queries and may the gods bless you abundantly! 💜

Hi! Thank you for the kind words, I’m glad you found the content of this blog useful. And apologies for making you wait several days for an answer, I’m still a in a time crush so forgive any hastiness in tone, I just don’t want to keep this in my inbox for too long.

I’ll answer your questions in thematic groups, for clarity:

Could I still worship him despite this "roadblock?" If I can, then would you happen to have any tips for fostering a relationship with him in this manner?

Yes. You don’t have to (nor would I recommend it anyway) jump in head first and devote your entire life to him right off the bat. It is absolutely good to just start small, with worship that relates to your needs. If you feel that the epithet Eleuthereus is one that you already feel pulled towards, then nothing stops you from continuing on focusing on this one and just grow from the place where you have already started. Continue giving offerings, continue building kharis with him, and let things evolve at their own pace, without forcing speedy progress. Speed won’t serve you in this endeavour. Eleuthereus is also particularly linked to the world of theater and the stage, so can also be something to explore for you.

Do the Theoi send signs in this case? How do they communicate and how could one respond? Should I ever decide to partake in divination, where's a good place to start?

They might, but as with anything, I cannot predict what will happen for you. Going in without any type of divination does complicate things, but you can always either rely on gut feeling or seek out friends who could divine for you. In term of responding, it very much depends on the matter at hand. But often, responding will be doing: giving something in particular, researching something etc.

As for starting with divination, my main advice would be to choose a system and stick to it for a time. I don’t think it’s a good idea to start learning too many different methods at once. It’s a craft that takes time and practice (for interpretation, I mean). When exploring, I do like to advise “simpler” forms like bibliomancy, shufflemancy and online tools like the Homeromanteion or @verdantlyviolet’s Sapphomanteia system which can be done online too. Other people like shufflemancy, which is music-based, for example. These seem like “low-effort” methods, but they are, in my opinion, good ways to get used to interpretation before stepping into more complex methods like tarot, geomancy, etc.

I hope this helps. Truly, my advice comes down to just taking it slow and building your worship at your own pace and with the focuses that are relevant to your situation.

#asks #anonymous

[helloneighborfan]

Chapter 10: An ambitious proposal

It was a fast morning at the banner, after a couple of hours of work Gordon was tormenting all his employees as an important event had occurred: The mysteries of Raven Brooks were finally in the hands of experts they could trust, he was showing neutral with the news but at least he was interested in keeping them up to date with what was happening in the town.

"NORMAN!" Gordon exclaimed. You know those letters don't stop to just insert themselves and now, I need that note! Show me what you learned from the first two weeks. "almost sir." Just the last details. "I hope this is okay" Brave and confident, he went straight to his editor's office, to "get his approval."

"Come in" Norman walks cautiously into the office, even though he had confidence in himself he was still afraid of the editor of his banner since he always said behind his back that he was "mysterious and intimidating".

"Good boy, now give it to me and I'll check, these days there are so many errors in the grades but all those are idiots,this is not done here". He widens a bitter smile.

While he read the note he went to close the door of the room, surely it was something that only he could hear. Only his murmurs and gestures could be heard, it seemed that he had found something; he slowly raised his eyebrow and looked at them askance.

“I'm impressed, two intensive weeks and ya got it.”

"Not bad, Darby," he guffaws. "All you have to do is put pictures so it doesn't look like a bible" Ironically he says. I will do it, Lord." Norman quickly gets out of there and wrapped up towards his workplace.

And? Doubtful his companions told him. He liked my note! He smile warmly. You deserve it my friend, all that week without rest was surely exhausting. Jay says.

-It wasn't a big deal, but being in his office is something. . . uncomfortable. You'll get used to how he is, it wasn't easy for me either.

"What do you think?" Eleanor mentions. I admit that it is too early for you, although we can say that you will do an impeccable job. I exchange a look with Adelle.

-Your proposal sounds interesting before we proposed one that we had planned. What we meant was to start analyzing each phenomenon from scratch, that is, seeing how these happen and of course taking note- You have a point. We're pushing hard and we do not want to spare false rumores, don't we?

Then he and Eleanor exchange a look with much to say, until they agree on the same thoughts and mind: “When you feel ready with the information you have collected, come so we can start with the proposal.” We assure you that this investigation will be worth it.

After the not-so-exhausting meeting with the Tavishes, we headed back to the station so we could continue. -It's a very good idea that we don't rush things, don't you think so? I nod while keeping my eyes straight ahead.

-I also think the same, it is too early to be able to start with this new proposal but in any case, we will end up inserting all the phenomena. Sometimes we forget to make each phenomenon with its own section so we decided to put it together later.

. . .

As Norman left the office, Jay began to talk to him about what the banner itself was like, sometimes it was very demanding or sometimes they required that the news be delivered on time as it was made present to him. There was so much talk that he wanted to invite him for a coffee, he only knew a delicious muffin while they talk comfortably without interruptions.

"I don't know much about places to eat but this is one of my favorite places when I'm done" he says sincerely looking around him. How have you been feeling lately?

Well, fortunately every day I have felt perfectly.

-I'm glad to hear that.- What if you worked with someone who possesses great knowledge. I don't know, you can help them in their search or help them by posting news about them. He tells him as he drinks some coffee.

Did you know that two meteorologists will collaborate with the town to discover their phenomena? - Imagine being the journalist who helps them publish their great feats. Jay is surprised to see a spark in his eyes, says nothing but assures him that they might be chosen.

-Today it will rain and it will be an opportunity to study it.- I comment. True, that's why we can't miss this opportunity, who knows if it rains in the next few days.

After spending several hours in the basement working, I decide to go upstairs to do a few hours. Sometimes I tend to 'sew' in my downtime, each garment I see torn makes me anxious to see it like this, which is why I decide to repair it and make a new one, I think Theodore would be a good name for the baby, with Peterson it would be fine, but I need a last name more

Among all the torn fabrics I have, I found a yellow one. "It's not a bad color" I grab it and spread it out on the table and get to work. «While the bird sings, the flowers lose their color» Adelle hummed from time to time some other song, despite the voice she had, it was a very beautiful singing voice, Roger has always admitted that since the first time he had ear

After it hasn't rained for a long time, the drops finally fall in favor of the meteorologists, without hesitation they use their little weather station. -Here we go.- They take out the device and go back in to wait for the results, with the help of the small camera they had to see what was happening. Still despite everything there was no anomaly but what she had noticed is that the rain did not stop until the next day so it was not common.

And so I spent the following days, it did not stop raining until it finally stopped a week later. . . so that it won't rain for several days or weeks perhaps.

Theme: Concurrent rains

Explanation in process

#hello neighbor #hello neighbor 2 #adelle peterson #roger peterson #the rise and fall of the petersons hn #hn writing #norman darby

[love-has-a-way-ofgrowingbackward]

I think that you being mentally disabled and having chronic pain definitely counts. And it’s the reason why I love that you’re speaking up about this discourse in PJO/Solangelo tumblr community.

What I hate the most in tumblr (or the internet in general, really) is that only one option can be valid. One person comes and says “I say this thing is ableist/homophobic/misogynistic/etc and if you think differently then you’re an ableist/homophobe/sexist/etc.” And that’s exactly what I started seeing in this discourse.

And personally that’s what I see as truly ableist. The moment when certain people stopped criticizing fictional characters and started coming after real people.

I’m mentally disabled and I share a few mental conditions with Nico and I have other opinion than those who say Solangelo is ableist. And you know, one of my biggest problems as a mentally disabled person used to be validity. The constant struggle about whether what I feel is right and valid or not. The constant questioning myself if me feeling differently than others make me worse, bad even. The constant feeling that I’m an impostor because my experiences and emotions don’t always match other people’s with similar mental conditions. It took me years to learn and accept that different people go though their mental disabilities differently and that what I feel and think is valid even if it differs from what some other people feel and think. And that it doesn’t make me a fake, an impostor, a less important person. And it took me years to just start trying to not be affected by people invalidating my feelings, emotions, and experiences. Because that’s what they do. You have a panic attack and they tell you “stop exaggerating.” You share your problems and they tell you “stop whining, I sure have it worse, that’s me we should talk about.” You share an opinion and they tell you “it doesn’t matter, I know better.”

And that’s exactly what some people are doing right now. I know some of them are trying to speak up for mentally disabled people but some and silencing those people suggesting that no matter if you’re mentally disabled or not if you speak against their opinions you’re ableist. And it actually made me feel so so bad about myself these days because I started to spend hours wondering about the validity of my feelings and conditions, which I haven’t been doing for a long time now.

So I wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being mentally disabled and speaking up. Thank you for sharing your opinions even if they’re sometimes against what others are saying. And thank you so much for speaking up for those like me, who are too scared to speak up for themselves. You made at least one mentally disabled person think better about themselves.

Oh my goodness i never thought me talking about ableism and toxic opinions would help someone, and I'm so, so happy it did.

First off, thank you for sharing this with me, typing out your struggles on the internet must've taken a hell lot of courage, and like thanks for trusting me with that information. I'm so happy that you're in a better place now, and I hope this internet thing doesn't have long lasting effects on your mental health.

And yeah, you're right, many people's opinions can be valid, like there's some discussions where one party is blatantly biased (nico's bisexuality) and some discussions (like solangelo being abusive) where people can perceive things differently and we should listen to different opinions without putting an irl person down.

Like, I get being angry at people's bigotry, but maybe instead of immediately assuming the worst we can inform them and allow them to rectify their mistakes. If i think caleo is abusive, i will talk about it with anyone who's willing, but like?? I won't jump into a shipper's blog and tell them off for the stuff they like??? If i read a fic where caleo is being blatantly abusive i might comment on that respectfully, or obviously i just leave?? And not give a psa on leo's character and calypso's awfulness in someone else's space??? That is a really petty mentality.

Like, I don't think solangelo is ableist, but if someone has faced ableism and/or thinks a certain ship has ableist tones, who am I to correct their opinions and experiences? As long as they don't diss on me liking a ship, we're both good ans we're both being respectful. Being respectful is good.

Bottom line, it always comes to this: if you don't like something, the back button is always just right there for you to click. If you think something is seriously harmful to a community, say so respectfully and talk it out like mature people. Seriously, anyone who has been in a fandom for more than a few months understands this.

#everything comes down to this and this only #RESPECT #MATURITY #not me turning every fucking ask into a psa #I'm glad you found my post helpful and i sincerely hope you make your own posts someday without being afraid of hate or judgement #nico di angelo #pjo discourse #will solace #solangelo #psa #percy jackson #toa #pjo #hoo #ton #mahi's being mahi #ask #anon #a very fucking relatable anon #your opinion is NOT fact people wake up

[komotionlessqueenmm]

This wasn't supposed to happen, but I'm glad it did.

(3-5)

Short story # 10

Words - 623

Fandom(?) - Type O Negative (Band)

Pairing - Pater Steele X Reader

Summary - Imagine being Peter's best friend, and one night you both were desperate for the touch of another. So you two end up having sex, and you become pregnant with twins. Informing him of this news before he goes out on stage weeks later.

Warning(s) - Cussing.

📝Note(s) - This is a story I wrote ages ago on my Wattpad, and I finally decided to post it here as well. Enjoy.

Pt.) 1 - Pt.) 2 - Pt.) 3 - Pt.) 4 - Pt.) 5

---Night of the show---

Biting her lip (Y/n) paced back and forth in the bathroom. 'I've got to tell him, I can't keep it in any longer.' She thought to herself. "I've gotta tell him now." She panicked needing to say it. Rushing out of the bathroom she jogged to side stage hoping to catch Peter before he went out. "PETER!" She hollered spotting him. "PETER WAIT!" She hollered pulling him back by his arm. "(Y/n)? What's wrong?" He asked giving her his full attention. "Peter I'm pregnant!" She hollered over the crowd as they cheered on the rest of the band. "What?" He asked unsure if he heard her right. "I'm pregnant, and it's yours." She told him having pulled him down to her height. His eyes widened but he was unable to say anything as Kenny dragged him out onto stage. "Get the fuck off of me!" Peter hollered wanting to get back to (Y/n) but when he looked back he was unable to see her anywhere.

After the show was over Peter went looking for (Y/n) knowing she was probably at the hotel he left the venue. Finding her curled up in her bed when he entered his heart calmed, but his stomach did flips her words still ringing in his ears. "(Y/n)." He whispered kneeling beside the bed. "Talk to me." He heard her sniffle making his heart ach. "I'm sorry." She cried softly rolling over to look at him. "Don't be, you have nothing to be sorry about." Peter told her resting his hand on the side of her head. "Is it true?" He asked wanting to hear her say it again. "Yes." She whispered sadly. "Say it." He practically begged a few stray tears of his own falling down. "I'm pregnant, and it's yours Peter Steele." She sobbed quietly as he pulled her into his chest. "Sh it's okay we can make this work." He assured her. "Are you mad at me?" She mumbled into his shoulder.

"No I'm not mad at you, I could never be mad at you. I was just as much part of this as you, if not more so." He whispered in her ear stroking her hair. "I'm scared." She whimpered softly. "Me too." Peter mumbled crying silently with her. "How long have you known?" He asked leaning back to look her in the eyes. "I found out last week." He nodded. "And you're certain?" He asked wanting to be sure. "Yes I went to my doctor to be sure." He breathed out slowly in shock still. "Okay." He mumbled pulling her back into his chest accepting the news a moment later. "What are we going to do?" She asked looking up at him. "I'm not sure yet, but I'm not going to abandon you with the child. I'm going to help with whatever you need me to." He promised sincerely joining her in the bed and keeping her safe in his arms. "I love you, you know that right?" (Y/n) admitted clinging onto his shirt. "I know, love you too." Peter mumbled pulling her in a little closer. "Get some sleep we'll talk more about this later." He told her feeling pretty tired himself. "Okay goodnight Peter." (Y/n) mumbled with a yawn. "Goodnight (Y/n)." He hummed closing his eyes.

The flight home was pretty much the same as the last time, except Peter now knew her sickness wasn't from poor food. He felt quite guilty that he was the reason she was going through all of this, knowing he pressured her into having sex that night. Though she didn't fight the urge just as much as him, he still couldn't help but feel guilty.

#short story #extended #band imagine #pete steele #peter steel #peter steele #Peter Steele imagine #Peter Steele x reader #Peter Steele x you #Peter Steele x y/n #Peter Steele fanfic #Peter steel imagine #Peter steel x reader #Peter steel x you #Peter steel fanfic #Peter steel x y/n #type o negative #type o negative imagine #type o negative x reader #type o negative fanfic #type o negative x you #type o negative x y/n #wattpad #romance #metal imagine #goth boyfriend

[hollybunch95]

Time to talk......

Hey everyone,

I hope everyone is well and healthy. I know it's been a while...... Well over a while. I would firstly like to apologise to everyone on this site. Sincerely apologise for my absence. There are many people on here who are very dear to me, you know who you are and I feel like you all deserve an explanation for my actions this past year.

Like most, COVID has hit people extremely hard this past year and a half, and in no way am I trying to make my problems worse than others. I just wanted my dear ones to know, and I hope that I still have those dear friends.......

1. Last year I lost three of my horses within a 4 month period.

First it was my childhood pony who brought me over 15 years of happiness.

Second was my little old lady Candy. Who unfortunately had to be put to sleep due to health issues at the grand old age of 32.

Both of these passings were extremely hard as any animal lover will agree, they become part of your family. The last hit me the hardest. Thirdly, in April 2020 I lost my beloved boy Squeezey, whom after 7 amazing years developed cancer in the leg from an old racing injury. The hardest part of it was that apart from the growth on his leg he was completely healthy. I owe everything to this horse. He came in to my life at my lowest and we both grew together.

2. Like the majority of countries around the world when COVID hit we went in to lockdown. Being from Wales we were in a particularly long lockdown for almost a year.

3. I lost my job due to hospitality shutting down, therefore losing the majority of my income.

4. Due to the loss of my job and having over £1000 in vet bills and back payments on monthly bills I ended up getting myself in to quite a substantial amount of debt.

5. Again, like a lot of people I fell in to depression. With everything that had happened, tension and fighting within my family I found myself spiralling in to a dark place. I found myself hating myself more and more.......I just cut myself off from everyone.....I messaged my loved ones well wishes but other than that....I isolated myself from everyone and everything.

This year was a lesson of learning to try and love myself, and life. However there is happiness........As of now:

* I started another job

* I was appointed director of my office job

* I started my own business

* I consulted help and now feel in a good mental position

* I am almost clear of my debt

* I got round to getting another horse. Though Squeezey will never be replaced, nor my other fur babies. However, even though I wasn't quite ready I'm glad to have him. Welcome Deno.

With everything explained, I hope I can post more frequently and also hope I still have the dear friends I made here. I may have not shown it, especially in this last year but I would like you all to know that all my loved ones here mean the world to me and I wish only the best and happiness for you all.

Much love - H xx

#rant #explanation #love you all #my sincerest apologies

[mimisempai]

Home is where our story begins

Summary:

Mobius and Loki will finally move in together, will the cohabitation be as natural as the rest of their story?

Notes:

Still not having the real name of Hunter B-15 and the story taking place post canon, I found it odd to keep calling it that. But I didn't want to invent a name for hher, so I chose HB, if Marvel were to give him a name later, I would change it here of course.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32628412

2871 words - Rating G

"So, soon the big day? I hope you're happy about it, even if it's new for you."

Mobius sipped his Josta, wondering what the best answer was. Yes seemed too restrictive, but it wasn't as if he wanted to go into details about his new living arrangements with Loki. Yes, he was happy to move in with Loki, of course, but...

"Mobius?"

"I'm... cautiously optimistic. You know me."

HB nodded. "For you, it's practically effusive." Chuckling, she took another pretzel. "I'm happy for you and Loki." Her smile faded briefly, "If our variant condition has taught me anything, it's to take happiness where it lies. I'm glad you decided to give your relationship with Loki a chance."

"There was nothing to decide because everything happens naturally between us," Mobius mumbled.

HB frowned. "Hm?"

Mobius cleared his throat. "It's nothing. I've talked too much."

"Talked too much?" HB laughed. "When it comes to explaining the logic of a mission strategy that sounds crazy, yes you could be accused of talking too much, but when it comes to your personal life... but I understand what you mean and to me who has been watching you a bit since the beginning of this relationship, it is clear that things are natural between you. Although I am curious about one thing."

"Which one?" Mobius prepared himself.

"How will you manage living together, as you both have your single habits, not to mention your lifestyles which were rather... different".

This question kept going round and round in Mobius' head. He was ready to compromise, but he wasn't going to change who he was either. With the personalities they both had, it might seem insurmountable from the outside, but Mobius had a deep conviction that it could work.

"I guess we'll see as we go along," he replied confidently.

"You know where to find me if you need to talk."

The friendship he had formed with HB, was one of the surprises that had come with Loki's arrival in his life.

Before they were just colleagues who worked well together and had the same dedication to the TVA and now having shared the same experience of losing everything, a real friendship was born.

"Thank you. But let's stop talking about me, how's it going with the new recruits and training?"

The TVA, purged of old influences, had returned to its primary function: to monitor realities across the multiverse and attempt to reduce temporal interference as much as possible. Mobius was the leader. Loki, Hunter B-15, now HB and other agents formed the core team.

They had completely restructured the organization, recruitment and training.

"Well, there are several young recruits who are promising, and I must say Mobius, that Loki is not only a very good teacher but also very well liked."Loki had volunteered on his own to handle the training of the newbies on the field.

Mobius, however, was not surprised at his success. As he had told LOki in the early days, he could be anyone he wanted.

Once HB left, the afternoon passed without surprise for Mobius, who was eager to get home. He found it hard to concentrate, looking forward to the changes that were coming.

**********

Loki was waiting in Mobius' living room when Mobius returned home.

"Mobius!" he exclaimed happily as he stood up and walked over to Mobius to kiss him. Mobius thought he wouldn't mind this kind of action if it became part of their routine in the future.

As is often the case when they haven't seen each other in a while, things heated up quickly between them and they were both panting when they parted.

"How was your day? HB told me she told you about my work? Is everything okay?"

That, too, was something nice -even if he found it annoying at first, this talkie-talkie thing, this incessant stream of words from Loki. He had realized that Loki's questions were always sincere, his lover expected answers and never asked them out of politeness.

"A lot of paperwork as you can imagine, I miss working in the field, fortunately once this is over I will be able to accompany you again and see the excellent work you provide with my eyes, if I believe what HB told me", Mobius said quietly while pushing aside a strand of Loki's hair that was falling on his forehead. "What about you? How was your lunch with Casey?"

Another unexpected relationship, for who knew Loki. He had formed a bond with Casey, an ordinary administrative employee. Loki had told Mobius that it was nice to have a friend whose reactions he didn't have to weigh, because Casey was spontaneous and naturally trusting.

"Fun. He's excited for us, well for me because I'm going to live with the great Mobius." Loki chuckled before continuing, "I expected the opposite, but you're his idol, I'm just the god of mischief who taught him what a fish was."

Mobius raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes, I swear." Loki smiled. "He even offered to help us move our stuff in once the apartment was ready."

Mobius shook his head. "He's really supportive."

"Absolutely," Loki smiled, "He always surprises me with his candor."

Loki pulled Mobius to the couch and sat him down. Then he lay down in his favorite position, with his head on Mobius' lap. Mobius, as always, couldn't resist the impulse to put his hand on Loki's silky black hair and began to stroke it gently. In response, Loki made a sound that closely resembled a purr.

**********

Turning his head to Mobius, Loki asked, "Are you really happy that we live together?"

"Of course Loki," Mobius murmured as he ran his hands through Loki's hair, enjoying sliding the strands between his fingers. "I am, but you know it won't necessarily be easy right?"

"Hmm." Loki nodded and smiled sheepishly. "I know I'm not easy to deal with."

"Hey Sweetheart! That's not it at all." Mobius protested. "I just think we're from two different worlds and it's going to take a little adjustment and patience."

Loki nodded.

"Besides, we're going to be together a lot. Between work and home," Mobius said.

"Yeah." Loki looked up and smiled at Mobius. "This is going to be great!"

"We'll see," Mobius said, finally realizing that it wasn't he who was afraid of being disappointed, but that he was afraid of disappointing Loki.

After a few moments of silence, he decided to put his fears aside and enjoy the moment.

"Now, have you thought about what you want for dinner?"

"No." Loki pressed himself against Mobius, "But I know what I want for dessert."

"What a coincidence," Mobius muttered as he slipped his hand under Loki's shirt, "I think we both have the same idea.

These kinds of little moments between them, these little habits, made Mobius think that maybe he didn't need to be anxious about their future shared life.

**********

A few days later, Mobius was up to his neck in paperwork and couldn't take it anymore. He threw his pen away and leaned back on his chair.

"Mobius?"

"I'm here."

When Loki entered and saw the state Mobius was in, he locked the door behind him. He walked up behind Mobius, put his arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head. Mobius leaned back even more and closed his eyes.

"It's going to be hard to keep working if you make a habit of doing this," he whispered.

Loki's hands slid over Mobius' shoulders and he began a firm massage. "How about this?"

Mobius sighed, "It's not good for concentration either... " as Loki's skilled fingers had encountered a particularly knotted muscle.

"Oh, is that so?" Loki rhythmically pressed his thumbs into the back of Mobius' neck and it felt so good that Mobius moaned, "It doesn't seem to bother you that much."

"You and your distracting hands mustn't be around too often," Mobius said, "or I'll never be able to work properly, a massage like this, on the other hand, is... effective. I didn't know you knew how to give massages." Mobius was always happy to learn new things about Loki.

At Loki's silence, Mobius turned his head and was surprised by the sad expression on his face.

"Loki?"

"Um... this is something my mom used to do for me and my brother..."

"Oh Loki... I'm sorry." Mobius reached for the hand that had remained on his shoulder and squeezed it.

"I miss her..."

"I know, sweetheart, believe me, I know." replied Mobius gently.

After a moment of silence, Loki kissed Mobius' head again, "Sorry, I didn't mean to distract you. It's just so nice and strange to have you just a few steps away from me all the time."

"Why strange?" Mobius turned in his chair to look at him.

Loki shrugged, "I usually store all the things I want to tell you later in my memory, but now that we're in our new home, and we both work together a lot, I feel like I have access to you all the time and it's..."

"Different."

"Yeah. And tempting. And distracting." Loki licked his lips. "I want to see you all the time, not just talk to you, if you know what I mean..."

"Yes, I know exactly what you mean" Mobius cleared his throat, fighting the mental images that Loki's words evoked. "However, I think we're going to have to set some rules, no matter how nice it is, we're both still at work."

Loki nodded, "Yes, we really should, if only for my sanity." He bit his lower lip, and when Mobius saw him do it, he thought that it wasn't just for Loki's sanity that some rules had to be set.

"Maybe later, if you want Mobius? Or tomorrow?"

"Why tomorrow?" Mobius raised an eyebrow. "Why not now?"

Loki smiled "Because I'm excited now, and you're tired of paperwork and I think you need a good distraction."

Mobius rolled his eyes "You're insatiable."

Loki pretended to walk away, saying, "I can leave, I wouldn't want to distract you from your duty..."

Mobius grabbed him and pulled him against him. "You think you can light a flame and not blow it out?!"

"And what about rules and work?" asked Loki, raising an eyebrow.

"That can wait until tomorrow." replied Mobius, pulling Loki's head to his and silencing him in the most effective way he knew how.

**********

For some time, Mobius had been catching scrutinizing glances from the recruits, some even giggling after running into him.

"I feel like they're staring at me," Mobius said one night as he sat on the couch with Loki in their usual position.

"You can't blame them for being curious. After all, the God of mischief and the famous Agent Mobius, we're legends. And also... um... I may have been showing off a bit for a moment or two about your... prowess. Nothing graphic, just little details," he hastened to add when Mobius' mouth opened.

"Little details," Mobius repeated.

"Oh, but nothing, just that I'm satisfied, that's all."

Hiding his face in his hands, Mobius groaned, "Loki, tell me you didn't discuss our sex life in front of your students!".

"Uh... you want me to lie?"

"Loki!"

"Mobius, people think I'm not mature enough for you. That you're too serious and I'm not enough, that you have more integrity and I don't. Personally, I don't care what other people think. But I want people to know that you are as good to me as I am to you."

"And that requires you to tell them the intimate details of our sex lives..." Mobius mumbled.

"No, no, you don't understand," Loki said, clearly struggling to express himself. "I tell them little things that humanize us. That you like my cooking, that you like jet skiing, that I think you're sexy in the morning when you wake up, nothing too intimate..."

"Only in the morning when you wake up?!"

Count on Mobius to have kept only this part of Loki's answer.

"Even sexier than usual."

"Aaaah, that's the reason for these morning quickies," Mobius replied.

"You don't like it?"

"That's not the point, Loki."

"I know what the point is. The point is, I just want people to know the real you. Let them see you the way I see you."

"And for that, you have to tell them we screw every morning?"

"It was just one time, and it was Casey's fault. He said he didn't picture you as a sex beast."

"It gets better and better."

"Mobiuuuuus. I didn't say anything more than what I just told you, I promised! Now they know why we're perfect together."

"Because I give you satisfying orgasms when I'm barely awake."

"Because you're brilliant, and caring, and yes, incredibly sexy."

Lifting Mobius' hand to his lips, Loki kissed his fingertips and whispered, "And because I love you."

Just like that, Mobius' irritation disappeared. He took Loki's face in his hands and ran his thumb over his lower lip. "And I feel the same way. But Loki, I also wish you wouldn't talk too much about our intimacy, even with your closest friends."

Loki replied with his most mischievous smile, "You think I want to tell them how perfectly your lips fit my mmph."

Mobius had just closed Loki's mouth with a kiss and after that, Loki wasn't articulate enough to list Mobius' bedroom qualities and Mobius unapologetically left his book aside.

After all, it was important that he lived up to his reputation.

**********

"You're looking fine, Mobius. I guess everything is okay with you and Loki? I feel like the cohabitation is going great," HB said as she walked into his office.

Nodding his head, Mobius couldn't help but smirk, "Everything is going very smoothly, yes."

"Clearly." HB smiled. "You look... satisfied."

Mobius' eyes narrowed.

"However, given the bags under your eyes, may I recommend that you rest tonight?"

Mobius widened his smile. "I'm sure I'll rest... someday, even if it's not tonight. As I told you before, Loki can be... enthusiastic, and we're enjoying a bit of a second honeymoon right now."

Chuckling, HB shook his head. "And like I said, enjoy the moment. Even the enthusiasm of youth is wearing off."

"Indeed, it is." He paused before continuing, "Do you need anything?"

"Do I need a reason to visit a friend?" asks HB.

"No, of course not. I even enjoy our little early week dates. You know I like talking with you. After all, you and I have pretty much the same background. We've done well."

HB nodded, "Yes. You're right, but I admit I also stopped by because I need you to validate the latest new recruit evaluations."

Mobius chuckled, "I'll look at those afterwards, and send them to you when I'm done."

"Take your time, you can return them to me next week.

They chatted about various things, then HB got up to leave.

"I'm going to start reading these evaluations, unless my insatiable partner decides to show up...I'd hate to disappoint him you know...."

HB shook his head. "Lovely. And since I'll see you Monday to pick them up, You can give me all the details then. Don't let him tire you out too much!"

"That' s not up to me..." Mobius said, and smiling he pulled the first evaluation toward him. He raised his head and looked at the door, aware of a presence in the room.

Loki, standing in the doorway, was grinning from ear to ear.

"Aha! So it's not just me. You do it too!"

Mobius raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Reaching up to him, Loki touched Mobius' chest with his index finger.

"You also tell your friends intimate details about our relationship!"

"I certainly don't."

"Oh, I think you do. I just heard HB teasing you about my 'youthful enthusiasm' and telling you to rest because you look tired." Loki's eyes danced with joy.

"I-" Mobius sighed, "Okay, I guess I told her a couple of things about our life together - Hmph!"

Loki threw his arms around Mobius and kissed him deeply. Mobius, surprised at first, put his hand on his cheek, answered the kiss with the same passion, carding his fingers in Loki's hair. Once things calmed down, they parted, breathless.

"What was that for?" asked Mobius, tucking a strand of hair behind Loki's ear in a gesture so familiar now.

"You're talking about me to people, bragging about me." Loki's eyes glowed. "That means you're proud to be with me."

Mobius blinked. "Of course I am. How can you doubt it?"

Loki pressed another kiss to Mobius' mouth. "You can be quite a hard man to read sometimes."

"Not at all," Mobius whispered, as he gently patted Loki's butt. "I'm an open book."

"You are..." laughing, Loki rolled his eyes. "You're not at all." His expression softened as he looked Mobius in the eye. "But I think I can read you."

"You're the only one who can do it," Mobius acknowledged softly.

He wondered how long it would take Loki to see in his eyes the infinite love he had for him, and if he would be able to surprise him with the ring he had in his pocket.

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Whole series of one shot here : Together, for all time, always

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

#lokius fic #lokius #loki series #loki #mobius m mobius #moki #wowki #loki x mobius #time husbands #timeforst #established relationship #moving in together

[bookwyrminspiration]

WAIT. I'm late to the party but I just remembered all those anons were sending in "why I send you asks" and their reasons and I actually really want to participate, so I hope you will accept late applications?

The reason I send you so many asks is because you've just...built such a nice feeling that anything can be discussed, and it's never too niche or cringy or boring, and that's really relieving and amazing.

I'm sure you (along with many others) have realized by now, but I suffer from....really bad anxiety, both social anxiety and just in general, and it very often gets in the way of my life. Because of this and past experiences, I'm always very scared and hesitant to talk about my interests and my thoughts on anything.

But every time I've sent you an ask, even if it was, in retrospect, probably really annoying to read through the one hundred "sorry"s and "my bad"s, you've always been nothing but kind and interested in my ideas, and that was just...so surprising. Because I never really knew anyone who was willing to talk about anything, and it was just...really amazing to meet someone who was! Especially because I love and am interested in so many different things and kind of need someone to bounce ideas at. And it was really cool to see someone that was unashamed of their own interests and thoughts, but didn't make others feel bad for having different ideas.

Every time I send you an ask, you always have something interesting to say back. Something I hadn't thought of or considered, or a query that would make me rethink my own theories, or just a very well-thought-out answer to a question. I remember sending in tons of asks about the wings AU before it was released, and writing those was probably the highlight of my day, because I knew you'd take them and run with the ideas, and do your best to match my energy, and I was really grateful for that. And you were always willing to dig deeper, to think "but what if there was more?" and that's just...incredible! I don't have any other word for it!

I love sending you asks because you don't dismiss an idea or deem it as stupid, and you're just...such a kind and wonderful person that can make even the most obscure subject infinitely more interesting than before, and you never fail to make me consider things again, to expand my thoughts and views, and I'm really grateful for that.

So, because it should definitely be said by now, thank you!

And, well, that's why I love sending you asks :]

- pyro

there is no timeline so there's no way to be late! and I'm answering this a few days after you sent this, so if you believe yourself to be late then we can both be late together :D. you are fully welcome to participate if you want to (which you said you did)! it was mostly just a random question I had because i'm just as analytical with myself as I am with keeper, and knowing how other perceive and think of me is helpful for that--and I was curious about how i'd aquired so many asks so quickly, and then you all just turned it into complimenting quil hours for some reason !! (but on to your ask before I get even more distracted)

(note from a quil who has answered all of this: got very long so that's why there's a readmore! i love you /p)

this means so much to me--specifically your use of "built" because I do try pretty hard to maintain a positive atmosphere and welcome everyone in and treat everyone with the same attention. it didn't just fall into place, i try to be encouraging to everyone and support all the amazing work--art, writing, ideas, etc--I see from people. (note: i've been wanting to do a thing where I ask for fic/art/other recommendations from others (can be friends or their own) so i can go through and reblog a bunch of them with comments and the like, I just want to get through more of my asks before I start something like that). But you're right--nothing is too niche! there's so many details in the story it's impossible for one person to notice anything, so people bringing up the obscure and their own thoughts makes the story richer and more fleshed out for everyone else! and i think it's really cool to just see what other people focus on (like I said, my analysis isn't limited to characters, but I'm not like dissecting you all to understand each of you in a creepy way or anything. I just like to get a better sense of someone so I can respond in a way more tailored to them when we interact)

anxiety can really suck, so as someone who also has anxiety i am giving you a comforting hug if you'd like one. it genuinely impacts everything you do and think about, rewriting how you experience life. a single, inconsequential experience to someone else can literally change major aspects of how we think, which makes interactions so scary sometimes. i remember things people said years ago and still base my actions around them, but those people have absolutely no recollection of ever saying it, but just the fear of having done something wrong once permanently altered my thinking. (this is not to make this about me, I'm just trying to show I understand by sharing an experience of my own).

reading through all your "i'm sorry"s and "my bad"s wasn't annoying and never will be. you have never had anything to apologize for, and I know that sometimes you feel you need to enter a conversation and first apologize for being there, but I'm thrilled to have you here and always love seeing you in my inbox. I don't know how to articulate this properly, but I'm going to try. i saw your apologies and your apprehension as...a puzzle? that's absolutely not the right word but I can't think of the right one so please let me explain (I don't mean to imply you're like something to be solved or a problem in any way. words can be difficult and I'm trying to describe something very intangible rn, so I hope this doesn't sound bad). I didn't see it as annoying (you're never annoying), I saw it like it was something to work through, and while it's not my job or anything to help other's with their personal problems, it was like if I could just provide one space where I could encourage you (not just you, but anyone) as a friend to try shifting your language and start thinking of yourself more positively, then I wanted to give that.

because I am interested in your ideas! and I want to be kind and welcoming to you! but I also want you to be kind to yourself, so any impact I've had to give anyone a safer, less scary space is really cool. I don't know if that made sense, but I'm not trying to talk down to you or anything or be like I'm this high and mighty figure harboring lost souls or something, just that connection is important and I like being there for people. kinda worried that sounded bad because it feels worded strange but I'm trying to reciprocate and say i appreciate you and am happy to talk about anything!

i love bouncing ideas back and forth and you are more than welcome to say anything and everything you're thinking about. talking to you is always an absolutely joy and I get so excited when you send me an ask and when you're reading my response, because it often feels like this like...buzz? like we're just vibing on this frequency and it makes it so much fun to throw ideas back and forth and just listen to each other talk. i am very glad to have surprised you and met you! I don't know a lot of people like myself either, so having someone like you interact with me and just go all out on these little things and what we personally like about different parts of the so much fun. a lot of the other people I know irl feel like they just scratch the surface, they say things just to get credit for it and to appear like they know what they're talking about while ignoring all these other things that have such an impact, so it's amazing to have found someone else who looks at everything and anything like I do. my brain really is "a little bit of everything all of the time" so knowing you have so many different interests too is really cool. i am giving you an internet high five and pretending you aren't so far away.

I spent so much of my life being quiet when I had so many thoughts, so now that I have this kind of outlet I just! want to say everything I can! i want to look at everything from every perspective possible! the world is a huge collection of things tied together and I love following the strings to find the connected pieces! but I think that's a way of approaching the world not a lot of people share (I could be wrong), so it's really cool to hear you think my thought process is interesting!! my brain is practically composed entirely of questions. any subject at any time of the day and nearly all of my thoughts are just wanting to know more and trying to understand things, so having that opportunity to ask further questions and just learn things (about what other's thing, how things work, etc) is so much fun. you might've seen me ask some questions of other's in a few of the asks I answer, but those barely scratch the surface of just how many I have. my handle is in_quil_sitive (inquisitve) on nearly every social media platform (except for this one) for a reason.

I remember some of your asks from before the wings au was published, too. those were absolutely incredible, and I got a rush of excitement every time I saw you sent another. those were the the highlight of my week, too!! your enthusiasm and excitement for something I hadn't even posted yet gave me so much motivation to continue and you helped me think through so many future ideas and consider things from new perspectives. i know i specifically wrote that you inspired one chapter in the notes, but you've had an impact on every single chapter of this story/ it wouldn't be what it is without you, and I mean that with complete sincerity. you were the one who made me think "what if there was more" so I could make this au even better and work towards something bigger. I just have so many thoughts about everything all of the time, I can't go more than a few minutes without being distracted by a different train of thought, but knowing there was someone who would want to hear all the weird, disjointed ideas i'd strung together and composed into a more cohesive format was so cool. there's just so much to think about!!

I probably sound repetitive at this point but I love answering your asks because you're so receptive to the way i say things and it's like you're actually listening and want to hear what I specifically have to say, not just the general ideas. you want to know my unique, personalized opinions and perspectives and don't just dismiss them when they're not what you expect to hear or aren't generic. you're incredibly kind, too, I hope you know. I love the description of how I can "make even the most obscure subject infinitely more interesting than before." that is such a meaningful compliment to me. I just keep thinking about this line over and over again and it just...it really means a lot. because you're saying it's me that interests you and not just what I talk about. I could talk about anything and you'd still want to interact with me and that's so fucking nice. I hope you know the same goes for you. we can challenge each other's thinking together and make things even deeper and more complex before together <33.

thank you for being here and being my friend, pyro. talking to you is always one of the highlights of my day and gives me a very positive feeling that I carry around for a while. I do this thing sometimes where I film myself to later observe my behaviors in the middle of intense emotions to understand myself better (back to that whole analysis thing again), but it's not just negative things, it's also when I'm really excited or pleased with something and jumping around and stimming and all that, and some of those are from when I interact with you. that might sound a little weird but I mean it positively, as in talking with you makes me ecstatic.

I have said. so many things. so I will stop (for now). but I really appreciate having you in my life <33

#this response is 1757 words long i-- #i have written shorter essays for my college classes #pyro this better convince you that i care about you #you're one of my favorite people #just in general #i really value our friendship #and hope none of this sounded weird #i tried to articulate it but some of the concepts didn't want to become words #so please know this is meant to be loving and supportive of you #in all aspects #i wrote so much and still didn't say everything I wanted to #you should be asleep when I answer this so hopefully this is something nice to wake up to #still don't feel i've articulated myself fully #but I have tried #worried about that puzzle part but I'm trying to say I want this to be like a safe space of kinds #where I can support you and encourage you to stop apologizing when you don't need to #and do that without judging you #ah anxious about that #if you cannot tell I don't want to mess this up and am worried I will #hnnnng #if I said something weird please let me know so i can fix it #quil's queries #pyrokinetic-loser #nonsie love #long post

[june-again]

Well I'm still really new to Tumblr so not sure how to properly tag things so they'll get seen and I'm always worried about using the wrong tags.

PLS IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT. Most of that piece actually stemmed from the "Even his flaws make him perfect" line. As well my own feelings of like how I felt it would feel like to be dating Oikawa which for me personally would come with a lot of feelings of being insecure (did that make sense??)

Best part about that is it was like one am when I wrote that so I'm shocked it turned out so well-

It kinda bothers me the way it is since I reblog so much it's hard to see my actual works so I think I'll sort that out this weekend because yikes. Also I've never done this before so it should be fun.

ILYT BRO >:C

-dream anon

jwjjfkdsl that makes sense yeah!! i was very confused abt how they work as well but there are a few things i wish i knew at first:

- you're allowed to spam the tags as long as it's relevent. for example, you can put #haikyuu x reader, #haikyuu x you, and #haikyuu x y/n and they will all help. with characters you have even more options: sugawara x reader, hq suga x you, haikyuu sugawara x reader, sugawara fluff, etc. - a lot of people already know this but plsss plss don't put irrelevent tags in there. if it's straight fluff then don't put #oikawa angst and the other way around. and don't tag things with smut. just don't. unless it is smut - in that case, only tag it with smut. - reblogging with main tags does absolutely nothing. the only thing it does for the post has to do with the fact that it was reblogged in the first place, but tags in reblogs do not make it appear in search more. the most helpful thing to do when you're reblogging is leave comments about the piece or use your own tags if you have a tag reblogging system (for me, i use [🌙] recs so that all my comfort fics can be easily found on my blog by clicking on that tag.

oops i sorta rambled for a bit. but yeah i'm sure you knew most of that .... that last one drives me insane because no one seems to realize there isn't any point in reblogging something and adding "#haikyuu x reader" or "#sugawara fluff"

i love how you obviously pulled from your own feelings while you were writing that instead of trying to make it up so that it just sounded good. i love that sincerity in fiction. that completely makes sense :( oikawa is too much for this world and i would definitely also get insecure fjxksfdkksjd keep in mind that when you express your own feelings in writing it's actually a fantastic way to connect to readers - because no matter what you might be feeling, there's a good chance someone else in the world has felt similar :o

sfesdwesfd yes writing at 1am >> idk brains just work the best creatively then or smth 😍

sdfkjjweofs ookay good luck! if u need tips you can totally ask me or a lot of other bloggers will also be willing to help ya >:)

ps: i hope none of this came across wrong my brain is not working i just woke up

#elk's asks #anon:dream