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i-love-ninjago-kai · 3 years

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Wait a sec while I ask you this-

So, your Kailor analysis was amazing (I don’t really ship it, but it was still awesome!) - so I was wondering if you could do a second part to it? Like, what the other ninja think about it - I know you’ve already mentioned that they just want them to kiss already, but would you mind going into a bit of depth on that? Like, do they try to set up dates or something (cough cough Lloyd ‘n’ Nya-). Thankyou so much!

- Submitted by @chaoscat211 -

Hi Friend, thank you so much! Sure thing :)

This is long so I’ll eventually cut it off under a read more.

Yeah so… The ninja know Kai and Skylor have hang-ups, like, a lot. They’re complicated people, and it’s really really hard for the team to get the two to express how they’re really truly feeling.

If Kai is really really bothered by something, he closes up like a clam and even if he opens up for a second, his shell will snap closed again and you’ll end up with a broken finger.

Skylor is just… Hard to read, she’s spent her entire life putting up a front, and when she wants to hide what she’s feeling, she will do it with such practiced ease it’s like breathing for her. The only person who’s ever been able to truly, really see through it is, well… Kai.

But wow, it is so, so obvious how much they love each other, and it drives the team absolutely crazy. The way they say each other’s names like it’s a part of them, the admiration-filled glances when she visits for dinner, the way they flirt and sass each other with nothing more than a smirk and sometimes a chuckle.

And it’s not even that they just “make each other happy,” because that’s not all that a relationship is. They bring out something amazing in each other, and the team can see it. Kai opens up to her in a way that he never has with them, Skylor shows another side besides the well trained, flirtatious cool persona that’s been beaten into her.

They work together as if they have for decades. Fighting together is like a dance, it’s almost beautiful to watch them act as partners.

So it is even more frustrating to watch them hang back from truly going all in and just kissing already, just because they both had bad childhoods and don’t know how to deal with their problems. At least, that’s how Jay sees it.

He made a direct approach when he wanted to express his love to Nya, he asked her on a date, easy. Granted his low confidence did make him try to… Be anyone BUT Jay, but still, Nya knew he liked her. AND GRANTED they ALSO did a dance in order REALLY be together, but that was more because outside forces were keeping them from truly being able to be together.

Skylor and Kai are just scared, which is stupid because Jay knows they’re absolutely smitten. He doesn’t know why Kai makes himself miserable by not making a move. Although he seems to have a habit of making himself miserable on purpose.

He does what he does best, he teases and annoys Kai with whatever innuendo he can. EVENTUALLY one will work and Kai will get up the freaking nerve to sweep Skylor off her feet. He’s willing to be a martyr and take Kai’s (slightly terrifying) glares and threats if it means it’ll work. (It won’t)

Lloyd is young, and until recently, didn’t really understand the value of a romantic partner, and his experience with it so far has been less than savory. Even still, Lloyd likes Skylor, she’s smart and very good for Kai. Of course.. He hadn’t realized that the loving insults and nicknames they give each other was flirting until like, last week. So now whenever he hears them do it, his face turns red and he has to politely excuse himself.

At least Nya and Jay, or Pixal and Zane know a thing or two about PDA. Skylor and Kai aren’t even dating and they look like they’re about to pounce on each other all the time.

Nya… Nya doesn’t know how she feels. On one hand she does really like Skylor, their bond was strengthened during the time when she thought the ninja were dead, and it was good to have another girl who had lost someone she loved too. They had an understanding, and although she’s never said it out loud, Nya knows Skylor is absolutely in love with Kai.

And she knows how much Kai loves her, he’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at her. And oh my fsm, he has someone that he actually likes outside of the team and her, he really really needs that. Not only does he like her, he actually talks to her, holy crap, he opens up to her. He’s never done that with anyone.

Not even her. Not fully. I mean sure, she’s his sister, and he tells her mostly everything, but he’s also the one who raised her, and she knows that comes with a lot of secrets. She spied on him stressing over not having enough money for this month’s electric bill, in the middle of the night, only to give her lunch money the next day enough times to know that he doesn’t tell her everything that’s going on in his head.

And in a way, that scares her, because Kai has always been hers. The one constant in her life has always been Kai, and to think that soon enough… She won’t be his favorite girl anymore, soon enough Skylor will be the one who can read him from across a room, comfort him and calm him down. Soon enough it will be Skylor, and not her.

Which is terrifying. Don’t get confused… Nya doesn’t need Kai, not in a survival sense, she’s perfectly capable of functioning if he’s away. But… Kai has always been there, always, in her life of constant fluctuation and many many heartbreaks, Kai has always been there to catch her when she’s falling, always there to pull her out of the water when she’s drowning.

And she won’t consider the possibility of him dying, nope, that’s too far, but the possibility that she’s not the center of his world anymore, and in a more childish sense, that he’s not going to be there to protect her every waking moment. It’s scary, and it sparks some jealousy in her.

Which makes her feel terrible. She doesn’t like the icky feeling that claws for attention when Kai comforts Skylor after a hard day at the restaurant, or when his first thought after a mission is to call her, instead of making dinner with Nya.

Because Kai isn’t hers, Kai never was hers. Her relationship is different. Kai may be Skylor’s, but Kai was never Nya��s. She rationalizes it and says that she feels this way because she wants to protect him. Nya knows that she’d never hurt Kai, but she can’t speak for Skylor, and she doesn’t want anyone to hurt Kai. He’s had enough pain, enough hardship for an entire lifetime, wrapped up into 19 years.

It’s just not what’s supposed to happen. He’s fought to hard to be hurt now.

So she’s torn. Because she absolutely wants them to be together, she wants them to make out and have all their cheesy romcom moments. But she’s scared she’s losing her brother, too, and she’s always had her brother to hold onto her.

Cole has tried many, many times to talk to Kai about Skylor. Cole is the oldest, and while Kai is the closest to him in age, they’re not in the same place. At least not in that area. Cole can see what good this would do for Kai. The way Kai is beaming and joyful in a way that he never is when he comes home from visiting Skylor proves that.

And Kai is usually nice to talk to, he’s mature where he needs to be and a good listener. Unless you try and get him to talk about his problems. Cole has never seen anyone’s expression darken and close up so quickly, and he’s seen people corrupted with evil before his very eyes.

It usually ends with Kai just making the excuse that he’s tired, since their long chats are almost always late at night. Otherwise he just shakes his head and leaves.

It would be rude if it came from anyone other than Kai. When it comes from Kai, it just makes Cole sad for him. Cole hasn’t had it easy, not at all. He’s died twice and he is not excited to make it three, but Cole at least knows when he needs to talk to someone. His mother taught him that, if he’s ever struggling, bottling is the worst thing he can do. And in his experience, she was right, so he tries to be honest about where he is with his friends, and it’s freeing.

But this team is full of bottlers, and Kai is the worst of them.

Zane… Zane isn’t really worried about it. He’s an android, and he’s got longevity, so he doesn’t really see the point in everyone being so frustrated with the unofficial couple. Things will work out.. In time. Kai and Skylor are not even whole themselves yet, how can they come together as an effective new body if they don’t even know themselves?

Zane had to relearn how to be independent, having becoming dependent on Pixal for support. Which, isn’t a complete problem, there’s nothing wrong with depending on people, that’s what a team is, but when you start taking more than you are giving, then it becomes a problem.

So the two need to grow themselves a little more… And fsm knows Kai is afraid to grow.

This is uber duber long, so I’ll cut it here. Sorry for rambling!!! I hope this is close to what you wanted :) Thank you again sweetie!

#ninjago #ninjago kailor #ninjago kai #ninjago skylor #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago lloyd #ninjago nya #ninjago pixal #submission

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tosikoarts · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet | L Lawliet

L is here too, wow. You can check tosikowrites tag for more. Warning: there’s a lot, again.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Here is the thing: сhildren receiving inadequate affection may manifest stunted physical growth despite receiving adequate nutrition, so you can imagine what it can do to the emotional growth and perception of other people. Watari tried to cultivate kindness, mercy, love equally in his wards but it is impossible considering how many orphans reside in Wammy’s house. Little L was more interested in the world’s famous inventions, books, riddles than in other children, and now you have to face the consequences.

He has to start from scratch. In the beginning L sticks to mimicking affection given to him. You bought him a box of chocolate, he will buy you a box of eclairs. You ruffled his hair, he will play with yours, twisting it on finger. You hugged him and he will hug you whenever feels convenient. At some point he will find new ways of showing his love.

Understanding that he can do other things too gave him insight. He can try this, and that, and ask you if you liked it or not, wow. L’s curiosity will take over: different types of kisses, various cuddle positions, playful fights, nights out, nights in – he wants to do it all.

Well, not everything is so rosy. During work, he forgets what he has learned and goes back to his old self. Sadly, this won’t change no matter what.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Where to begin? How do you even get this man to be your friend? You don’t. He chooses you and then suddenly, - boom! – you’re best friends forever, it is established fact. But before it happens, he will study you like an ant under a magnifying glass.

There is not a lot of places where he can find a person with an IQ close to his. High chance L will look for a friend among the best FBI agents or fellow detectives.

Friends who judge people together stay together. He is a person who likes to spill some tea and throw a little shade for entertainment.

Sarcasm and irony are things that no conversation can go without, so L wants a person who doesn’t get offended right away and can keep up with it.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

The best way to make L shut up is to cuddle him. No way he will refuse a good cuddle session when in private, but will hesitate if someone else is around.

He’s 100% touch-starved. All cuddle positions are fine, but if you want to knock him out completely go for face to face cuddle while on his lap. Now he can’t sit in frog-like position (so his IQ has already dropped) and there’s person playing with his hair? Congratulation, L has fallen.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

D stands for domestic and disaster when it comes to both cooking and cleaning. Even though he would love to settle down and retire from detective work, he has no skills when it comes to the most basic things. His whole life someone else took care for those little unimportant tasks so he could push human mind to its limit, and now it’s too late for relearning. When he tries to cook it never ends up well, you just have to accept this man’s futility and move on.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

There was nothing surprising that he had to break up with you. No other possible ending for such relationship, absurd and strange, and with someone like him. L will choose cruel ghosting because explanation is for losers and emotionally mature people. One day he vanishes from your radar: no more messages, no more calls, nobody knows him because L never met your friends. Conscience continues to nibble him for two weeks or so, he has to continuously fight desire to contact you and he would miserably fail if there was no Kira to occupy all of his free time.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Two to three years are enough for him to pop a question. Those months were spent in careful study and relationship viability assessment. Let’s be real, he will put person he likes in tricky situations just to evaluate their reaction. Manipulative? Yes. Cruel? Yes. Weird? Yes. He won’t allow anything extreme though. After all, he learned a lot about human interactions and developed undoubtedly strong feelings for them. In addition, he will propose during trip to Kyoto, when visiting Kiyomizu-dera with its famous Love Shrine. Right after “Why would I walk between these stones if I already found you?”.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

In the beginning his level of gentleness is somewhere between a log and jar of jam. Day by day, week by week L realizes that all of his actions come down to the will to care, love, protect, - and guess what? – these three have to be gentle in order to fit the definition of healthy relationship. He allows himself to grow emotionally. If we talk about physical sphere, he is very cautious from the beginning and tries to fight his natural stiffness so another person can feel his love.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

It’s another of his weakness. L wasn’t properly hugged as a child and it took a toll on him: when you hug him for first time, he is stiff and awkward. Second time is better, but his hands on your back still feel like a mannequin’s grip.

L grows fond of warmth and comfort pretty fast and he starts to initiate hugs himself. His favorite part of the day is when he tiptoes to you from behind, grabs you in bear hug, and you both fall on the sofa/bed/anything soft enough to leave you without bruises.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He suddenly blurted it out after only 3 months of dating. It sounded so innocent, affectionate, sincere, that he shut up for a minute to rethink what just happened. He totally meant what he said, of course, but at the same time, he was not sure it was the right moment, the right tone, even the right choice of words. L will try to explain what he wanted to say in trembling voice but will not say anything coherent because L.exe stopped working.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Because of how hard it is to let new people in, L becomes very attached to those who have overcome all obstacles and decided to stay in his life. Thus fear of abandonment arises, and so does jealousy.

He is not paranoid about where you are and who you spend your time, but he doesn’t mind knowing it. You don’t want to use a tracker on your phone? Too bad, maybe, he’s already installed it. For your safety only.

Easily jealous and will need a lot of reassurance despite immediately becoming distant and silent. It is another way of manipulation because what if you do leave him all alone?

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Again, he didn’t have a lot of practice so L’s kisses are sloppy and a little rough. His lips are always chapped because of constant licking and biting during intense thought process, and they feel a little dry on your skin. Because of this (and awkwardness, of course) L will quickly shift kisses into cuddles or hugs. He both prefers to kiss and be kissed on the forehead, since, in his opinion, it is the gentlest expression of love.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

The God is dead, house is on fire, Watari maneuvers between flames, trying to save the day. No, seriously, kids love L, he looks like a character from their favorite cartoon, but since he is not the most energetic person, to say the least, they quickly lose interest in him. The best solution for L is to babysit with someone who is more experienced and can guide him through this complicated process. Otherwise, he will make sure all dangerous objects are out of reach and leave children to themselves (if their age allows, of course).

Afraid to have kids of his own. Living in orphanage, he had no real functional family so a thought of parent's duty scares him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

· Morning routine depends on L’s messed up sleeping schedule:

If he went to bed last night, it means sleep deprivation finally got to him. Next 12 hours or so he will spend in blanket cocoon, tossing and slightly snuffling. No human power can wake him up, there’s no point in trying.

However if he stayed up all night, you will find out your kitchen turned into delicious sweet buffet. TV is still turned on with weird movie playing, but no sound is coming out of speakers. A tower of empty teacups is about to collapse. L is sitting in the chair, eating two cupcakes at once, lost in thoughts. He will offer you to join him in feast and raise his head a little, exposing his cheek for a kiss. It’s 5 am. Sun is rising and erasing last stars from the sky. Life is good.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

·Nights out are rare, most of the times you stay inside, eating take-out and watching true crime documentaries. He still cannot decide whether they are dumb or interesting, so he keeps watching and changing his opinion with every new episode. After you go to bed, L will lay down next to you. Sometimes he will fall asleep, cuddling you and nuzzling into your neck. Sometimes he will get up and do God knows what.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Well, he gives you fake name, always lies about his job, and holds back many details about his life… L wants to open up, he really does, but there’s no way he will do it. To every question he has a prepared half-true answer. Everything related to detective work is hidden behind seven seals and will be never presented to you unless you’re from FBI.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The embodiment of serenity, L never gets angry in classical sense. He may sulk, turn to sarcasm, shower your with stinging comments or, on the contrary, suddenly stop talking, but you’ll never see him red-faced, screaming, swearing right and left. He doesn’t have time to waste energy on such silly thing. It takes a lot to make him mad. After he calms down, L will continue make bitter remarks about thing that pissed him off for weeks.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Not that attentive, really. You would expect him to remember a lot but he is always busy chasing exceptional criminals and his brain erases many details, both minor and major. For example, he can easily forget your Birthday and congratulate you both before and after it.

L never fails to remember anniversaries thanks to phone reminders. However, if he doesn’t check his phone that day, he will forget about them as well.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

No matter how trite it may sound, his favorite moment is their first kiss. L clearly remembers his heart beating deafeningly loud and palms sweating like he’s kid who got in big trouble. There is no picture left in his memory, only feelings and crazy thoughts, terribly matted together. After it happened, L couldn’t even make a witty remark. Later that day he sat in front of overflowing cup of tea and slowly realized how little happiness he had felt before.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Since he did everything to protect himself first and then, - just in case, - put a spying app on the phone of his loved, a satisfactory sense of security drowns out all of his possible fears. If anything happens, there’s already a rescue plan waiting to be executed.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Let’s say he is trying, he is trying his best every day.

When it comes to presents, L will go for advice to Internet, rarely to Watari, and choose gift as close as possible to your interests. Dates are all on you though, because he feels so strange when he has to plan something for you two. On a subconscious level, he is afraid to ruin everything.

Tries even harder on anniversaries (if he remembers about them) and you either have the best day of your life, when he does whenever you want, or you are all alone wondering what the actual heck. In short, it’s all or nothing situation.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

L is obviously manipulative, you can’t justify him. Some manipulation techniques are so integrated in his thinking and speech that it is impossible to get rid of them. Like if gaslighting was an Olympic sport, he would have all golden, silver, and bronze medals.

It seems like the opposite to the first point, but L also loves to be inappropriate straightforward. You know, moments when you understand what you feel but when another person vocalizes it or comments on it, you absolutely lose your shit? That’s what we talk about.

Quirkiness. I don’t really think this needs explanation. The totality of his strange habits can be a very repulsive sight to an ordinary person.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Watari is more concerned about his looks than he is. L never buys his clothes, his wardrobe is minimalist’s dream and consists of few pieces of monotone clothes, three pairs of shoes, and warm jacket for a fall/winter season. He doesn’t like brushing his hair, bites his nails to the blood, but absolutely adores hot bubble bathes. Looks do not matter when all people see is the letter L in Gothic font.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Depends on time spent in the relationship:

It’s stupid to expect L to suffer tremendously if you leave in first two months. When you are here he is a little bit happier, when you are not he is not that concerned. There’s still a high chance you’ll see him as he sees himself and leave, so why would he bother? It’s almost a painful expectation for another person to give up. If it ends, nothing will change, end of story.

Later L starts to catch himself worrying that someone finally climbed over the wall of his alienation, and it doesn’t seem like they are planning to leave any time soon. The closer they get, the scarier it is. If you suddenly cut all ties, he will be heartbroken, his face is emotionless like always but he is still hurt deep inside.

If anything happens a lot later in relationship, like year or two, L’s reaction will be calmer. He is grateful for everything they had and shared with him, for every moment of happiness, so he doesn’t feel like they can leave completely now. They will remain in his memory and his heart and because of it he won’t feel “incomplete”. A little bitter, but not hurt or emotionally torn apart.

If there’s any possibility that his loved one was killed by Kira, L will be furious. He will turn over every stone, use everything he can to avenge them and bring a peace to their memory.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

It’s scary how much time L spends in frog-like position with back hunched. Therefore I feel like he will be ecstatic if someone offered him a good back massage to relax those tense muscles.

Overall, he loves random spa days when you two spend time in sauna, hot springs, yoga class etc. This probably would be his present on your first anniversary.

Some children were obsessed with dinosaurs, some were obsessed with superheroes, but L was obsessed with occultism, urban legends, haunted things, unexplained disappearances, and ghosts. His obsession died but its influence didn’t. Why else would he be so scarred and intrigued after hearing about Shinigami?

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Just like Light, he wouldn’t stand blatant stupidity. Even if there’s something to compensate it, he will grow tired of dumb questions or over-all behavior. Oh, and he will give his comments on it whenever possible too.

Nosiness and bad boundaries. If he keeps some information to himself, it is not because of luck of trust. As a world’s best detective, he has many reasons to dodge personal questions to protect his work from interference and himself from possibility of getting killed.

He doesn’t like loud noises but can put up with it if needed with his collections of different ear plugs.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

It’s a common knowledge L’s sleeping schedule is non-existent. It has been like it since the day he took his first case and nothing has changed since. Watari keeps an eye on how many hours L stays awake and suggests him to rest from time to time but it rarely helps. Once L got so exhausted he straight up started hallucinating about having an adopted child and it scarred the hell out of him. After this incident he takes Watari’s advice more seriously.

L tried different versions of polyphase sleep at least once. Non of them worked, he ended up even more tired and frustrated, lost feeling in one of his arms, then broke a cup because of it.

Also L can sleep everywhere, no matter how uncomfortable he is. In the chair, leaning on the wall, on the floor – it all works for him unless there’s a loud noise in the room.

#death note #l lawliet #death note headcanons #l lawliet headcanons #L #death note headcanon #tosikowrites

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deadgirlrising · 3 years

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🍒😊💙 for Rowan? :D

If you’d also like to ask me OC questions, you can find the ask game here!

🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a doormat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?

Rowan doesn't have a lot of experience with relationships in general and especially relationships with people her own age, so most of her expectations come from storybooks. Life’s run pretty counter to that for a while, so she’s kind of reevaluating. What she actually wants, though she hasn’t quite realized it yet, is to be close to people, physically and emotionally.

She’s been having a minor identity crisis recently, regarding platonic and romantic relationships. She knows there’s supposed to be a line of difference between them, but she’s got no hecking idea where that line might be or really how to find it.

She’s definitely more demanding than she is a doormat, but she’s still often pretty bad at asking for things she wants or needs.

She’s been relearning what people expect from her. This is the first time in her life where she’s not spending most of her time around people who’re centuries older than her, and it’s been a pretty big culture shock. She recently realized that she’s been being a shitty friend for a while (following her semi-intentional near suicide), and she’s starting to work on that.

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Music, especially if she’s playing it for others. Doing things with her friends, like learning Undercommon from Nicodemus or Being a Gremlin with Ashadi, cheers her up.

Rowan is generally sad and deeply lonely, but she likes seeing other people smile. It helps her feel a little less broken and more like a functional person.

Her little, slightly awkward tokens of affection. Using her music and magic and words to cheer people up.

💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?

She’s always wanted to be a musician and storyteller, and her magic manifesting when she was 13 pretty much solidified her future career path as a bard. Part of why she’s with the group now is that she left home to find adventure because there were so few stories in the country mansion/compound she grew up in. The biggest wrench in the works was her intention to learn from the Evenstar, another bard, but those plans were derailed when she met the rest of the party and suddenly had a group of friends for the first time in her life.

She’s still out in the world collecting stories and inspiration, but she’s put learning from the Evenstar on the back burner until her life is more stable.

Her other lifelong dream is finding her absent father and dragging his ass back home to apologize to her mother for all the hell his leaving put her through. She’s found him recently, and much closer than she expected, but bringing him home to apologize is going to be much more complicated than she’d originally thought.

She hasn’t given up yet, though and, given her ridiculous potential lifespan, she figures she has plenty of time to fulfill all her dreams. Assuming she doesn’t get killed or worse in the attempt.

#Rowan Mori #Thanks for asking Liam!#ask games #thuviel #suicide mention

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greasyvan · 5 years

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Vanilla [A Van McCann Oneshot]

Rating: M. Actually it might be worse than M. I’m pretty sure this has earned me a one way ticket to hell

Word Count: 5k

Request: Not technically but y’all have been asking for this and you deserve it

Author’s Note: We’re all goin’ to hell for this

When Van came home from tour, it was habitual for the both of you to stay locked in your bedroom for a few days. You wouldn’t leave the comfort of the sheets, save to do the absolute necessities, like retrieve food or make cups of tea, or shower together. You had to get reacquainted with each other’s bodies, learn about all the new marks that had occurred while you were apart. Van would hold your thighs in his wide, calloused palms and brush his nose against the fading bruise on the inside of your knee. You’d press your fingers into the ridges of his spine and reveal in his skin. New bumps, scratches, marks that had been inflicted while he was away. You relearned the texture of skin so when he left again you could remember the feeling of his body.

It was on the fourth naked day when you decided it was time to rejoin the world. You woke Van with your lips around his shaft and your fingers laced in his. An hour had passed, you’d had your morning romp, and now a naked Van was laying between your legs with his head resting on your thigh. He stroked your skin absentmindedly, staring out the window into the outside world. Memorizing.

The light on his eyelashes were casting shadows on his cheek bones in a way that made your stomach hurt. He was too beautiful, you couldn’t help but want to capture the moment. You reached for your phone on the bedside table and opened up the camera.

“Hey,” You called softly. When his eyes flicked up to you you snapped the picture. “You’re so cute.” He laughed slightly and rolled onto his stomach and rested his chin on your lower belly, his arms around your thighs.

“Ain’t that my line?” You took another picture. Even better. He had a slight smirk, his eyes were dreamy. You hummed as he placed kisses on your stomach and across your hips all while you took pictures. Something in the air changed and the feeling went from sleepy and cozy to electric and needy. You whined as he shifted himself down the bed, keeping his arms around your thighs and licked a wet stripe up your center. You opened your legs wider as his tongue delved into you, Van’s mouth making obscene noises against you. An idea popped into your head and you held the phone up, turning on the video function and recording him.

“Say hi,” You whispered, his eyes opening and looking directly into the camera. He grunted and you could feel him smile against you. Van was never someone who was camera shy, in fact knowing that there was a camera on him made him even more eager to please than he already was. He released one of your thighs and pushed two fingers inside of you, tugging them upwards while his tongue circled your clit. You moaned loudly, never one to necessarily be quiet during sex, and wound your fingers into his hair. He relished in the little noises you were making as you squirmed beneath him, his long fingers pistoning inside you so hard and so fast it almost hurt, but in the best way possible.

“Fuck,” You yelped as he tugged upwards against your walls, a new sensation spreading through your stomach. You pulled at his hair and he hissed against your wetness, pulling away from you to catch a breath but keeping his fingers deep inside you. You let out a long, low groan as white spots spread across your vision and you felt your body go rigid. Your legs felt numb as heat exploded through your being and you dropped your phone on your chest. You shook for a couple of seconds and when you came back down to earth you were acutely aware of an unpleasant wetness against your thighs. When you opened your eyes Van’s chest was wet and he was looking at you, face half bewildered half smug.

“Did you just,” He trailed off, not really sure how to finish that sentence. Your eyes were wide like dinner plates and you nodded. “Have you ever done it before?” Quickly you shook your head and Van sat back on his heels, genuinely smiling. He was so fucking cocky. “That was... Yeah that was hot.” You didn’t know if he was referring to the video you both had just made or the fact that he was able to get you to do something you never thought you were capable of doing but you hummed in agreement. Van flopped down next to you after cleaning himself off as you rewatched the video and you could hear Van mutter something against your skin.

“Send that to me,” He requested, and you craned your neck to look at him. “What? Noises you make are somethin’ else. I’ll need it for when I’m gone again.” He took the phone from you, watching the video again and smirking when he made you come.

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus christ do you want a fucking metal.” The video was forgotten temporarily as he dropped your phone and rolled on top of you, pinning your arms to the bed.

“Actually I think I would,” He grinned and placed a kiss on your throat. “‘Van McCann, first lover to make you squi-’” You groaned and shoved him off, sitting up in bed, covers falling to your waist.

“You’re gross, that word is gross.” He reached out for you, pulling you back into his arms, not quite ready to rejoin the world yet.

A couple months later you were back on tour with Van and the lads. You and Van were supposed to be meeting Bondy and his new girlfriend, Nina, for dinner but after half an hour of waiting in the lobby they still hadn’t arrived. You suggested going up to their room and checking on them and Van agreed, grumbling about being hungry. Their door was slightly open and before you could tell Van to knock he was barging in, about to call out when he froze on sight. You peeked around his arm to see what was happening, your cheeks immediately heating up. Bondy had his back towards you, muscles taut and jeans around his knees. Nina was bent over the bed, arms pinned behind her back as she moaned in pleasure, back arching as Bondy slammed into her. Before they could notice your presence you wrapped your hand around Van’s bicep and tugged him out of the room, gently shutting the door behind you. You watched Van squirm for a moment, tugging his shirt down over his crotch and clearing his throat.

“Really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. His cheeks turned pink and he just shrugged. The elevator dinged, the doors opening up and you stepped inside. “Had no idea you were into voyeurism.” He scrubbed his hands over his face, the tips of his ears turning bubble gum pink.

“’m not,” He whined, looking at the buttons as they lit up.

You were having too much fun teasing him though. “All this time I had no idea you were a kinky little shit.”

“I’m not!” He insisted, practically tumbling out of the elevator into the lobby.

“Your crotch begs to differ there mate,” You cackled. “I’d always taken you for this vanilla guy, maybe we should take the time to explore your kinks babe.” You were laughing so hard you hadn’t realized he’d stopped walking and practically ran head first into him. He turned on his heel and smirked down at you.

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep, love.” Your hands moved to his arms and you squeezed them.

“I have every intention to.” You pecked him on the lips and grinned back. A couple minutes later, after the sexual tension had dissipated a bit, Nina and Bondy emerged from the elevator looking disheveled and a little worse for wear.

“Sorry guys,” Bondy apologized. “This one likes to take her time.” Nina rolled her eyes as you and Van exchanged a knowing look.

“We’ve all been there,” You assured, linking your arm with Nina’s and grinning at Van. “Van and I are just glad you both came.”

Later that night you’d stumbled back to your hotel room a little drunk and immediately began disrobing.

“So what else are you into?” You called from the bathroom as you washed your face. Van’s head peeked around the door frame, eyebrows furrowed.

“Whaddya mean?”

You patted your face dry with a towel and removed your dress, letting it fall to the ground.

“What are your other kinks?” Van sighed and rolled his eyes.

“This again.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and flopped down onto the fluffy bed. “I don’t have any! I’m a regular lad! Your body is more than enough for me.” You leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom in just your underwear and smirked.

“That’s sweet,” You commented. “But you’re full of shit.” He groaned and burrowed himself under the covers, pulling the duvet up over his head. He looked like a child, pouting, face peeking out from the sheets as he frowned at you.

“What about you eh? What do you like?” You waved your hand dismissively at him before hitting the lights and slithering under the sheets next to him.

“Please, I know what I like.” Van raised his eyebrows, urging you to go on. “I’m a verse, which means I like to be the boss and get bossed around, depending on how I’m feeling.” You saw Van take his lip between his crooked teeth.

“Anything else?”

You snorted. “Choking, spanking, bondage, teasing, praise, water sports.” His eyes bulged to the size of saucers at the mention of the last one. You giggled. “That last one was a joke.” Van rolled his eyes and turned away from you.

“G’night Y/N.”

“I’ll figure it out,” You insisted, scooching closer to his and wrapping your arms around his middle. “Gotta keep my freaky man happy.” Another groan caused you to laugh and press a kiss to his shoulder blade. “Love you, you kinky bastard.”

The discovery of Van’s first perversion was completely accidental.

He wasn’t one to forget things, which is why it made it oh so much worse on the very few occasions that he did. He promised you. He said he’d be home by seven, seven thirty at the absolute latest, so you two could enjoy a delicious meal that you spent hours making and a night home together, which you’ve had few in the last month. You had confirmed with him in the morning before he left and he swore he wouldn’t miss your homemade pasta for the world. It was the first time you were breaking out the pasta maker since Bondy got it for you for Christmas.

You spent the day kneading dough and rolling it thinner and thinner through the machines until it was nearly paper thin and longer than both of your arms. When you had made enough pasta to feed your entire family as well as Van’s you cleaned up and ventured out into the garden to pick some fresh basil and oregano for the sauce. When that was made you cleaned the entire house top to bottom out of sheer boredom and went to the market to buy a fancy bottle of wine. It was shaping up to be a rather lovely night.

When six o’clock rolled around you texted Van for an ETA. When he didn’t respond after twenty minutes you called him and it went straight to voicemail. You frowned at your phone and decided to give him another twenty minutes. When that rolled around you shrugged and started making the garlic bread and boiling the water for the pasta. You set the table, lit the candles, made the plates, and waited.

By the time eight rolled around you were pissed and had already eaten two plates of pasta, half the loaf of bread and were three glasses of wine deep. Everything was delicious but that was beside the point. You glared at your screen and slammed your palms on the table, sick of watching the candles slowly disintegrate into nothing.

You could’ve easily fixed this situation. It’s not like you were worried about him or what he was doing. You knew Van would never cheat. He was just over at Bondy’s with the band and Larry despite having spent the last four months with them. You had Bondy’s number, Larry’s, hell you even had Bondy’s girlfriend’s number. If you wanted to contact him all you had to do was call one of them and ask to speak to Van. But you were in a new mood. You wanted to wait it out, see just how far he would push it.

You didn’t care that he was out, you didn’t care that he was late. The thing that irked you the most was the fact that he promised you he’d be there, and he wasn’t. If he wanted to stay out all night with his friends, you were more than welcome to the thought. Hell, you’d even join them. His fatal mistake were the words “I promise,” and insisting that he wanted to spend time with you. If he’d told you he’d be coming home at midnight you’d welcome the jingling sound of keys and his drunken stumble over the door frame. You would’ve welcomed him into your shared bed you’d been warming up, and you’d be more than happy to ride him to completion if he asked. But he kissed you when you told him to have fun and promised he wouldn’t be late.

Nine thirty rolled around and you had yourself a slice of cake before going up to the bedroom to exact your revenge. You left the table set, the candles burning, even cut him a slice of chocolate cake and set it next to his made up dinner plate. You took the bottle of wine with you though and sipped from it intermittently as you got undressed and redressed. The simple teal cotton dress and tights you’d been wearing getting swapped out for one of your more adventurous outfits.

Van had spotted it in the lingerie store before you had and held it up, giggling slightly.

You shrugged and said, “Looks like something the fembots from Austin Powers would wear.” His expression went blank and he was dragging you to the cash register so he could buy it for you before you could even think of protesting.

It was baby pink and made of light, gauzy fabric, every hem of the mid thigh length robe covered in a slightly lighter pink shade of faux fur. Van had admitted to you one night when he was drunk in the back seat of Larry’s car that the fembots turned him on. He loved strong women. Bondy and Larry teased him relentlessly about it. You paired it with an almost nonexistent red thong, sat on the loveseat facing the door, turned the lights off, and waited. There was a sheer yellow glow from the fairy lights twisted around your headboard, but other than that the room was mostly dark. You continued to let your rage fill you up, that and red wine.

It was almost eleven when you heard the lock on the front door jingle. You pictured him, unsuspecting as he turned around to lock the door as he called out for you. “Baby?” And then he’d see the made up plate, the dilapidated candles, the slice of cake and you heard him swear under his breath. There were a couple of minutes of silence before you heard clinking and pictured him pouring himself a drink. His boots were heavy as he climbed up the stairs, you could almost envision his pout.

The door cracked open the smallest bit. “Love?” He questioned, having not seen you yet. He fully swung the door open, apologies tumbling from his mouth when he stopped himself, taking the vision of you angry and mostly naked in the loveseat. He dropped his coat on the ground and slowly moved towards you as you watched him through your best seductive put pissed gaze. He fell to his knees in front of you and you uncrossed your legs, letting him get a peek of the fabric- or lack thereof -between your legs.

“Baby,” He practically whined, his palms coming to rest just above your knees. “I’m so sorry I forgot.” You sipped from the bottle, watching him with an almost bored expression. “I lost track of time, John and I were writing and...” He trailed off, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Let me make it up to you, eh?” His hands wrapped around the backs of your calves and he tugged you to the edge of your seat, licking his lips. Before he could descend between your thighs for a proper apology you grabbed a fistful of his hair at the crown of his head, stopping him. His wince made you let go, and you traced your fingers down the side of his skull, across his cheekbone, and along his jaw, tilting his face up so he could look in your eyes.

You leaned forward until your lips were at his ear and spoke, softly. “I don’t need you, Van Mccann.” You could hear him swallow at the brush of your lips. He wanted to look at your face to see if you were being serious or not, the words exceptionally harsh, but you kept your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, locked in place. “I have my own hands.” You let up the pressure just enough so he could see what you were getting up to.

Your hand was slowly rubbing circles on your clit over your underwear, the fabric quickly dampening. He swallowed again, his eyes flitting up to your face though he desperately wanted to watch your ministrations against what he wished he was kissing, what he wished he was buried inside of. Van’s mouth flooded with saliva as you released him and pulled your panties to the side, letting him get a proper view of your increasingly slippery play. You moaned, more for his pain than your pleasure, and slipped a finger inside. It felt nice, but you made sure to be extra vocal just for him.

“Fuck...” He gulped and rolled a fist over the hardness tucked in his jeans. He ran a hand up your freshly moisturized leg but you quickly swatted it away.

“No touching,” You softly commanded. He bit his lower lip so hard he could practically taste the blood and nodded. “You know...” You trailed off, slipping another finger inside with a hitch of your breath. “I was thinking, because you wanted to spend time with me, we could try something new.” Without warning you stood, knocking Van onto his butt before strutting over to your side of the bed and pulling the drawer open.

A few days after your discussion with Van in the hotel room, you were let loose in a big city all by yourself. The boys were doing an interview and acoustic gig, and you decided to do some exploring. In under an hour you found yourself outside of an adult store, smirking at your reflection in the black tinted windows.

After a quick discussion with the very kind woman behind the counter you left the store with a pair of red handcuffs and small pink vibrator. You returned back to your hotel and tucked the items in the bottom of your suitcase and you had all but forgotten about them until that moment.

You hung the handcuffs off your index finger and Van visibly gulped.

“I was gonna let you use these on me but considering your behaviour tonight...” You trailed off. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” Your voice was low and firm and Van obeyed almost immediately, hesitating for a split second.

You couldn’t help the butterflies that infiltrated your tummy at the sight of a naked Van resting on top of your clean white sheets. He was breathing heavy and flushed all the way down his chest, his erection standing stiffly upright, prominent and needy. He looked soft, vulnerable, ready. It made your mouth water. A part of you wanted to just get on top of him and ride him until you both came in an explosive crescendo, but a bigger, more sadistic part was going to enjoy what you had planned.

Van’s blue eyes looked practically black as he watched you climb onto the bed and straddle his lower stomach. You shot him a soft, reassuring smile before taking one of his hands and brushing your lips along the inside of his wrist, snapping the cold, red metal around it. His breathing hitched as you lifted both arms over his head and clicked the other cuff around his wrist, effectively restraining him to the metal headboard.

You brushed some hair from his wide blue eyes and ran your fingers over his parted lips. Your forehead pressed against his as you spoke. “If it’s too much, your safeword is grapefruit, okay?” He quickly nodded and you pressed a kiss to his plushy red lips. “Good boy.” He choked on the air in his lungs as you began your descent down his body. It was slow, maddeningly slow, as you stopped at every weak spot you knew Van Mccann possesed. The first spot was the conjunction where his jaw and throat met. You traced your tongue over the spot, reveling in the noises he was making already. You took your time, nipping and suckling and kissing at his soft flesh until he was keening and panting deep in his chest.

“Y/N,” He groaned in a voice you’d never heard from him before. You pulled away from your spot with a satisfied smirk and looked at Van’s face, nearly gasping in surprise. His pupils were blown wide and his forehead was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His lower lip was chewed raw. He looked absolutely ruined. You placed your palm against his cheek.

“Oh sweetie, if you’re this wrecked already it’s gonna be a long night for you.” He blanched and swallowed thickly as you moved to your next destination, the slight dip in his chest, right beneath his sternum. You repeated your sloppy, teasing process here, as well as at both of his hip bones. By the time you were sitting between his legs Van was a complete mess. For the most part he let you work in silence, save for the occasional groan when you would sink your teeth into his flesh. You had an idea to get him to be more vocal.

At first you started by just tracing your finger up his inner thigh, under his belly button, and back down his other thigh, skipping over the angry red length that was leaking precum like a broken faucet. As you traced, you drew closer to his shaft, eventually gripping it at the base and giving it a solid tug upward. A struggled cry ripped through Van’s lung and you smiled, satisfied.

“There we go Baby,” You gave him another pull. You could feel the warmth and weight of his erection against your palm. “Let me hear you.” Your stroking became more regular, but still just as slow as Van thrashed against his restraints, the metal cuffs cutting into his wrists. “Do you want my mouth Love?”

“P-Please!” His hips bucked into the air, trying to find something more dense than your hand. He was doing so well and you wanted to reward him, but you thought about why you were in this position in the first place, and changed your mind. You leaned up to whisper in his ear, not stopping your manipulations as you spoke.

“Then you should’ve been home on time.” In a second you released him and completely lifted yourself from the bed, standing at the foot. Van looked like he was about to explode and a long deep moan erupted from his throat.

“Y/N, please, I’m sorry.” You placed your hands on your hips.

“I know sweetie. But you look so good like this.” With a swift tug you undid the ribbon holding your robe closed and let it fall off your shoulders, the pink fabric pooling at your feet. You quickly dropped your panties and clambored back onto the bed, sitting yourself right above his member and grabbing the vibrator. Clicking it onto the lowest setting you moved the buzzing head to your clit, a shudder rolling up your spine. Van watched you work with hooded lids as your hips started to jerk around in an attempt to quickly reach your climax. Your other hand, which was previously placed firmly on Van’s chest to balance yourself, moved behind you to grasp his heady length. Van cried out as you slowly jerked him while you ground yourself against his lower abdomen.

You could feel your end approaching quickly and you could tell by the way Van’s back was arching off the sheets that his was too.

“Van,” You breathed, searching for his eyes. When they finally met yours he offered you an exhausted smile. Despite this being a “punishment,” he seemed to be enjoying himself. “You’ve done so well baby.” You removed the vibrator to click it off and shuffled down his body so you were positioned right above his member. “And even though I’m still mad at you, I’m gonna fuck you.” He licked his lip and nodded once.

“Thank you.” With that you sank all the way down onto his cock, both of you hissing as your fingernails dug into the skin of his chest. You could feel his heartbeat through his length, pulsing and warm inside you as you waited for your strength to come back to you. You were both so close to the edge that you were sure it would take only a few minutes to reach the end so you sat, just enjoying him for a moment.

You gave an experimental roll of the hips, preening at the mewl that van emitted, and just like that the flood gates were open. Bracing both of your hands on his chest you ground and rolled and swiveled your hips like there was no tomorrow. Both your bodies were slick with sweat and the sound of your skin meeting and combined moans echoed around the quiet room. You were teetering right there at the abyss, so close your arms gave out and you let yourself drape over Van’s chest, your face buried into the crook of his neck. He took over then, bending himself at the knees to find steady grounding, and thrusted himself up into you until you exploded around him, messy and white hot.

It took a couple seconds for your head to stop throbbing and for you to come back down to earth and when you did you took note of two things: The first being that Van had stopped moving and the second being that your hand was wrapped firmly around his throat. Leaning up a little to see his face you could only describe it as dumbstruck.

“Sorry,” You murmured, pulling your hand away but he quickly began rambling.

“No! No, uhm,” He gulped. “I-I liked it.” You raised an eyebrow at him, a little surprised that he was so open to all the new things you were throwing at him, and then you remembered who you were dealing with. “Can you, uh, can you do it a bit harder?” And if your body hadn’t been completely spent you’d probably come again just from those words. You leaned down and pressed a bruising kiss to his mouth.

“Of course you kinky little freak.”

With both hands wrapped around his throat pressing firmly down you slowly began working your hips over him, his pale face quickly going red from lack of air, making his freckles stand out against the flush. It only took a few solid swivels before his eyes were rolling back into his head, his back was lifting off the bed, and his entire body went rigid as he reached his peak deep, deep inside you. He gulped air in as soon as you released him, panting hard while you cooed at him, kissing his face and chest while you waited for him to calm down. You ran your fingers through his damp hair to get it out of his eyes and when he finally smiled at you sleepily you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

With a silent dismount you went into the ensuite bathroom to clean yourself up, returning with a damp towel for Van. You worked on unhooking the handcuffs and frowned when you saw bruises already forming under his delicate skin.

“Babe you should’ve told me they were too tight.” His head lolled over to look at you and he grunted out a word that sounded almost like ‘Sorry.’ With a shake of your head you wiped his forehead clean of sweat and cleaned up the mess made at his crotch. His entire body jerked when you touched his shaft and you giggled softly. You left the room to get you both some water and some pain killers for Van, pausing to pull his discarded shirt over your head. When you returned you could tell he was just on the edge of passing out.

“Y/N,” He mumbled. “‘M really sorry.” You helped him sit up and handed him the water and painkillers.

“I know.” You kissed him again. “You did very well. And now we know that Van Mccann isn’t just some boring vanilla rockstar.” You both got under the covers, letting Van be the big spoon. You were just about to fall asleep, absolutely spent, when he whispered in your ear.

“Next time you’ll be the one in handcuffs.”

#ASJLDAKSJDLJK SEE YALL IN HELL #van mccann #vanfiction #vanfic #van mccann smut #catb #Catfish and the Bottlemen #johnny bond #larry lau #benji blakeway #Bob Hall

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morningstarlucemon · 5 years

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Lucemon’s Mental Health and Difficulties Showing Emotion

((Lucemon technically fits some of the criteria to be labelled a sociopath. They are very self-centered, and largely lack empathy. However, they are not incapable of forming relationships. This is because, while they do have trouble feeling empathy for others, this does not mean they lack sympathy.

The difference between empathy and sympathy is small, but important. Empathy is being able to feel the emotions others are feeling in the moment, being able to experience the same feelings and share thoughts on them actively. Sympathy is caring for the emotions of others and wishing to help if they are in a bad way.

If one of Lucemon’s Generals tells them that their lover died in battle, Lucemon will not become visibly upset-- they won’t cry and their tone of voice will not change, nor will they become distracted from their work. But they will immediately offer that General time off to grieve and financial support if it is needed, they will refer the grieving to one of Lilithmon’s company for emotional support, and they will regularly check in with them for a time (sometimes using reminders to do so).

Sometimes, Lucemon needs to work to show sympathy. This might involve asking questions that may come across as prying, writing down the goings on of other people’s lives to remember them, and most commonly simply asking a person what would help them. Many consider this a sign that Lucemon does not truly care, because in their minds, if they actually cared they would simply know these things. But Lucemon is not nerotypical, and they have suffered extreme trauma which has altered how they perceive and experience emotion. Lucemon typically experiences strong emotions as if viewing them through glass-- seeing them, but not truly feeling them until much later when it is safe to do so, if at all. So it takes extra effort on their part to show they care while remaining emotionally distant. If anything, they work harder to show humanity than most, since it does not come naturally to them.

They only truly showed psychopathic behavior towards the end of the War, when their mental state deteriorated to the point of madness. At this point, they lost all ability to care for others beyond their pointed goals. If they could fix the world, nothing else mattered, and damn everything that got in their way. They would right the greater evils, no matter the momentary cost. Their intentions were good, but their actions resulted in mass suffering and pain, and in the end, they failed to bring about the peace they sought to create. Lucemon’s mental state was further worsened by their stay in the Dark Area, which had them mostly catatonic and non-responsive beyond some base instincts-- eating, drinking, self defense-- which also came and went depending how functional they were on a day to day basis. This state only began to improve after several weeks with Aaron, when they began to become re-acquainted with reality. And even then, it took them months to begin behaving in any way that resembled “normalcy.”

Today, Lucemon is undergoing active treatment for their mental conditions as well as relearning how to understand the emotions of others and themselves. It is difficult to treat someone who is as old as Lucemon, and whose physiology is so drastically different from any human’s. But Aaron has made it a point of importance to learn how, not just for Lucemon but for others like them. So far, this treatment has involved several different aspects-- one-on-one “therapy” sessions with other Digimon who have experienced the horrors of war (often involving casual conversation rather than examination since 1.) Lucemon does not respond well to this, and 2.) there aren’t many Digi-psychiatrists), slow socialization with others like them, medication to aid data-flow imbalances (something Aaron has had to meticulously test and experiment with until something worked, with many failed attempts), maintaining healthy creative outlets and coping mechanisms, Lucemon actively seeking closure by offering to right wrongs they committed, and finally confronting past traumas they refused to recognize until recently. It is an incredibly slow process, and will never be fully completed. But they are showing progress, and they are slowly regaining their ability to experience their version of some emotions. This is probably best evidenced by their willingness to show affection for Aaron in their own way-- by being openly protective and physically close to them, and using their creativity to tribute to them.

Final note - Lucemon’s mental and general health profile as it currently stands in Exodus Verse.

Lucemon can be listed as experiencing Anti-Social Personality Disorder, PTSD, Major Depressive Disorder, and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. These are mostly the result of trauma and poor coping mechanisms. The conditions considered to have previously existed in their coding but been exasperated by their experiences are ASPD and OCD.

Lucemon is on the autism spectrum. This is not the result of any trauma and has existed in their coding since their creation. This typically manifests itself in their atypical shows of emotion, special interests, and difficulty communicating in some circumstances. This is a trait shared by Cherubimon, as well. Though Lucemon was slightly more socially inclined than Cherubimon prior to their other traumas.

Lucemon suffers some long-term injuries equatable to brain damage due to physical trauma and corruption of their data. This has resulted in a speech impediment that becomes present when they are experiencing heightened emotions such as stress or excitement. This can manifest as a stutter, using the wrong words for objects or calling someone by the wrong name, or mixing up numbers and letters. Usually, they are aware they do this and will realize they have made a mistake moments after it occurs, and will typically attempt to correct themselves with mixed success. This is a point of heavy shame and embarrassment for them, having previously been known as a great orator. Thankfully, this does not typically affect their ability to sing.

Lucemon can communicate in sign language, which aids communication difficulties. They also are able to communicate through body language and various noises with others who have learned their beats and understand how they speak.))

#☉ Records (headcanons)#☉ Vanity (self)#☉ Exodus Lore #☉ Lucemon #trauma #ptsd #sociopathy #recovery #mental health #empathy vs sympathy

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winter-andallthathebrings · 6 years

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Things Are Different Now, Handsome (pt. 2)

A/N: Thank you so much for your patience I am the absolute worst lol but here it is! Let me know what you guys think! Im sorry if I missed anyone when it comes to tagging and my masterlist is updated!

Tony Stark x mutant!reader

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of violence and maybe? sexual harassment

Pt 1

You weren’t surprised when Pepper texted you that same night demanding that the two of you go out for brunch. So when you walked up to your old favorite spot in Hell’s Kitchen, you couldn’t help but grin as you saw her with your favorite cocktail in hand and a spread of what you could only assume were all the dishes from the menu. She looked immaculate with her long hair falling down her back, dressed in expensive jeans, a black shirt with a turquoise blazer and nude heels. You forgot how much power Pepper Potts exerted from her very being and into the surrounding area - you were always in awe of her.

“I hope you’re hungry or else we are going to have a lot of leftovers,” She giggled at you, pulling you in for a tight hug and handing you the cocktail. As soon as you took your seat, you were uncertain of what to say - nervous that she too would be hurt by you. She must had seen the fear in your eyes, yet did not mention it as she told you about all that you had missed; how Tony had surgery done in order to extract the arc reactor and the shards that were embedded into his body, how Rhodey had become even more of a protector of the group since they had lost you. Pepper feared Tony’s involvement with the Avenger’s yet knew there was nothing she could say to get him to not be Iron Man anymore, so both her and Rhodey had taken on the job of making sure Tony was happy, was healthy - or as much as they could help him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Depends on if it’s a dumb question, Pep,” You teased, scarfing down the rest of the quiche before you gave her your undivided attention.

“Why didn’t you come home, Y/N/N?” She had no malicious intent by the question, merely wanting to try and understand why a year had gone by before you came back.

“When I woke up, all I wanted to do was come home. But then...remember when you were a teenager and you felt out of sorts with yourself? That you weren’t living within your own body and having to relearn yourself? It was kind of like that. I didn’t know who I was with all the powers and the strength and everything that wasn’t normal and I never hated myself more,” It was hard to put into words but it was as close as the two of you were going to get.

“B-but we we would have helped you, sweetie. We would have been there for you.” You took a shaky breath, unsure if you wanted to tell her the emotional turmoil you endured due to the x-gene showing itself within you, but this was the woman who you trusted like no other besides Rhodey and Tony.

“I was scared,” You admitted, avoiding her gaze to hide the tears that were making their way up. “I was scared that you guys wouldn’t want me anymore that Tony would - when all your life you’ve been human, thinking that that’s all you are and then all of a sudden you survive death? And you can do the scary shit that I can do? I hated myself, Pepper. All I wanted was to be normal,”

The two of you sat in a few moments of silence, trying to process it all. You didn’t blame her if she had difficulties seeing your reasoning for not appearing, you could never blame them for the emotions they had every right to feel.

“Tony has been a wreck since yesterday,” Pepper stated, gauging your reaction. “I think he actually has no idea what to do with all of this. I know when I left this morning, he looked as if he wanted to come and see you yet couldn’t bring himself to.”

“And...what about you?” You didn’t have to think so hard about Tony at the moment, thankful for him not being present despite wanting nothing more to be back in his life. But right now, you were concerned about Pepper, about how she was handling all of it.

You could see her confident facade falter at your question, for a moment Pepper hated how concerned you were about everyone else, how you constantly made it your mission to make sure that the people you loved knew how important their emotions, their thoughts were - but that was what made you so precious within the small family you had been a part of for so long.

“I was so scared when you were gone. I didn’t - I didn’t know how to act around the boys, how to function when all of our lives were so tightly intertwined with each other. Y/N/N, you don’t understand how lost we all were. And so I threw myself into the company and Tony threw himself into the Avengers and into creating things and Rhodey was doing his best to be. I can’t handle another thing like this, Y/N, I just can’t, my heart can’t physically take it, but I can’t leave all this at the same time.” Pepper had tried to stop the tears but when she looked at your guilt ridden face, she couldn’t do it anymore. Falling into your outstretched arms, the woman clung to you like a child did to their mother, like a loved one did to someone they thought had been gone from their lives forever.

You were determined to do all that you could to make this right, to ease the hurt from the 3 most important people of your life. No matter what it took.

Rhodey found Tony in the garage of all places; the billionaire was sitting in the front seat of a well loved ‘65 cherry red Ford Mustang - one that Rhodey hadn’t seen since…

Tony stared vacantly at the wall, eyes red and hands slightly shaking by the time Rhodey hesitantly opened the door and sat next to him on the leather seat. He ran his fingers over the cracks and crevices of the seat, the dent in the dash caused by feet that used to constantly rest there.

“She loved this car. Sometimes I would make Pepper cancel all my meetings of the day in order to just take Y/N/N on a drive with the top down.” Tony stated hoarsely, yet Rhodey had already known that. Had known that Tony did everything possible to make you smile, to make you the happiest woman alive which in turn did the same thing to Tony. “Out of all the cars I could have in the world, out of all the ones in this very garage, she loved this piece of crap.” Tony scoffed, slight amusement in his voice. Rhodey smiled at the thought, remembering how you were the one to bring normal into their overextravegent, dramatic, fast paced lives. You were the one to drag them to beach trips, to go hiking despite Tony’s incessant whining, to show Pepper and Rhodey the best cheap burgers in Hell’s Kitchen, a small hole in the wall that Rhodey still loved.

“She has a knack for loving slightly damaged and frayed things.” Tony didn’t miss the way in which Rhodey spoke of you in the now; as if you would still love him after having the worst reaction upon seeing you again, a dream he had clutched on to time and time again. “What are you gonna do, man?”

With a heavy sigh, Tony leaned his head into the palms of his hands, resting against the steering wheel as he tried to calm down. Since he had seen you, it was as if everything in him wouldn’t just rest, that his very being yearned to be with you - as. If no time had passed at all.

“What am I supposed to do, Rhodes? I practically broke right in front of her and made her think that I didn’t want to see her. She’s better off without me.” Tony was startled out of his self deprecating thoughts as soon as his best friend slammed his hands on the dash, looking at him with unabashed fury.

“Tony goddamn Stark, you say stupid shit all the time, but this, this is just a whole different level. I swear I could punch you right now.” Rhodey growled out, chest heaving. “That girl has loved you since day 1, the only one who could handle any of your bullshit on a daily basis, was there for you through every single awful and cruel thing that was done to you, was done to this family. And I know how much it hurt when she died, I felt it too - we all did. I know how much you missed her, how this hole in you heart was never going to fill ever again because she was it for you, the end game that you didn’t know you were looking for. But Tony she’s here, she’s alive and she wants nothing more to come home to you and to us. What are you waiting for?” Rhodey asked softly, a tremor in his voice that Tony knew he was meant to hear. They were all vulnerable, there was no use in denying it.

“What would I -“ Tony was harshly interrupted by an alarm that lit up his phone and watch, fear gripping his heart tightly and refusing to let go as he realized what it was. Quickly jumping out of the car, he made his way towards the elevator to take him to his lab, Rhodey hot on his heels.

“What’s happening? Tony, what is this?”

“Pepper’s emergency locator was triggered. JARVIS what’s the status and have War Machine at the ready as well.”

“It seems, Sir, that Ms. Potts was grabbed into an alley in Hell’s Kitchen. The person who grabbed her seemed to have pushed the trigger without MS. Pott’s knowledge. She does not seem to be in any immediate danger however. Her companion seems to be protecting her.” Tony’s brows furrowed. Companion? And what the hell was Pepper doing in Hell’s Kitchen? However, as soon as he turned towards Rhodey, the man was ashen as he listened to JARVIS.

“Tones...Pepper went to go meet up with Y/N.”

You planted yourself in front of Pepper, muscles tense as you watched the group of men in front of you crow in amusement at the sight of you. Pepper clutched your arm, clearly shaken at having been dragged into a dark and narrow alley. You had forgotten how rough this part of town could be, especially for someone like the CEO of Stark Industries.

“Come on, sweetheart. We just wanted to talk! And maybe after talking, we could...well,” One of the men smirked, licking his lips and with no shame eyed you up and down. They had already taken Pepper’s purse, but as soon as they looked at the two of you, they clearly wanted something else as well.

“If you don’t leave us the fuck alone I swear I’ll kill you,” You seethed, blood pumping furiously through your veins as you struggled to get control on your abilities. They continued to laugh at what they deemed was your empty threat. As soon as one of them tried to slip by you and hold Pepper, the tight control you normally had on yourself bent slightly at the sight of someone you loved dearly trying to cause them harm. With a tight hold on the man’s neck, you slammed him into the brick wall, laughing slightly at the way in which the group yelped in fear at the sight of their precious friend being lifted off the ground by a woman.

“She’s one of them freaks!” You heard one of them yell, causing hell within you to break loose. You threw the man out onto the empty street, hearing the way in which his back hit the cement. You quickly stalked forward towards the one who had been taunting you, easily blocking his punch and giving him a sharp jab into the stomach.

“Why didn’t you just leave us alone?” You cooed, gripping his hair to force him to look at you.

“Go to hell you fucking mutant scum,” He spat at you. Before he could try to get away from your tight hold, you stepped away and watched as he seemed unable to move. With wide eyes he watched you, fear clearly all that he seemed to feel as his body seemed to not cooperate with his mind.

“I think what you actually wanted to say was an apology?” He whimpered at the way in which your eyes glassed over into a pure black abyss, he hysterically started pleading and apologizing. “You’re going to never hurt or talk to another woman ever again. You’re going to defend those who need help, you’re never going to steal, understand?” He gave a vacant nod. “You’re going to forget that you ever saw me or her, you were in this alley because you wanted to look for cats to help and take to the vet. Oh and then you are going to threaten you friends to get their shit together. Now, leave,” You demanded, eyes returning to normal as you watched him absentmindedly turn around, his friends long gone.

You turned towards Pepper, smiling slightly as she had watched everything with awe. However, as soon as she got a good look at you, she worriedly rushed towards you.

“You’re bleeding, why are you bleeding? Oh god, we have to get out of here,” She frantically tried to stop the blood that was streaming down your nostrils, noticing the way in which you had a hard time standing upright. Before you could reply, the familiar sound of flight thrusters filled your sense and gave you relief.

Tony quickly stepped out of the suit and ran towards the two women, quickly assessing what was happening. Pepper seemed fine although shaken, however as soon as he looked at you, he quickly wrapped his arms around you, catching you from falling backwards.

“What happened? What’s wrong with her?” Tony brushed your hair away from your face and you smiled at the sight of the man you loved more than life itself, how he looked at you with worry and tenderness as he assessed your current state. Pepper answered him yet all your focus was on him. You tiredly rested a hand on his cheek, thumb softly stroking the warm skin.

“It’s good to see you, handsome,” you whispered, “I just need to take a small nap,”

“No no no no, come on, baby. You have to stay awake for me, please. Come on, let me see those pretty eyes, honey! We can talk, come on, just stay awake and we can talk and figure it all out,”

You vaguely heard JARVIS and Rhodey, could feel the way in which Tony lifted you in to his arms.

“Don’t leave - d-don’t leave me, promise?”

Tony could feel the lump in his throat try to rise, could feel the sting in his eyes as he cradled you in his arms to take you back to the tower.

“I promise, baby, I won’t ever. I promise,” he vowed, lips pressed against your temple before you finally slipped into a deep sleep.

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artpharos · 6 years

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Rosali for the meme

Woooooo here we go sometimes modern AU Rosali

who hogs the duvet

Alisha is more used to the comforts of home- including the duvet. Rose doesn’t really mind; she finds it cute when Alisha’s all bundled up in a duvet like a giant squirrel. She just ends up getting another blanket so that she won’t be cold when Alisha hogs the duvet.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Rose isn’t that good communicating over the phone- it’s a hassle to text or call, and she’d rather talk to the person face to face. But Alisha is the type who’d call her immediately the moment she realizes Rose forgot to bring her lunch with her, or when there’s some problem that she just wants to talk to Rose with. At first Rose finds it annoying, something to be tolerated. But as time goes on, she realizes she likes the sound of Alisha’s voice; misses it when they are apart, even if only for a few hours.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Alisha tries to be creative; she wants to find something that Rose will love, but Rose has seen so much, found so many things. So she goes out of her way to make her gifts extra special- sporks and flaming wine and all sorts of weird and strange things. Rose finds it all hilarious, but it’s Alisha- every gift she gives her, even if she’s seen it all before, is something special that she treasures.

who gets up first in the morning

Alisha is a creature of habit and schedule. She rises with the dawn for her morning training- but there are mornings when Rose is waiting for her when she wakes, arms crossed and a moody frown on her face, staring off into the distance. Dressed all in black, her sheathed blades lying carefully at one side. It’s on days like those that Alisha suggests Rose joins her for a morning jog; makes it a point never to ask what it is that bothers Rose. It’s not that she doesn’t want to know, but there are some things that Rose will tell her when she’s ready.

who cries at movies

Despite how uptight and stoic Alisha can be at times, she’s always the first to tear at any emotional moment, to swoon in the romance dramas. Rose finds it all very amusing, and usually makes sure she packs tissues whenever Alisha drags her off to watch the latest heartwarming film of the month.

who gives unprompted massages

Alisha’s upbringing is formal and stiff, based on ritual politeness and tradition. When they first met, she’d never so much as touch Rose without asking for permission. So when Rose gives her an unprompted massage one day after a long day at work, it catches her by surprise. She didn’t stop Rose though- it’s relaxing, good for her muscles, and, though she wouldn’t say it aloud, Rose is a pretty damn good masseuse.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Rose is used to being self-sufficient, even when she’s sick. That’s why it surprises her whenever Alisha shows up with medicine in hand and hot soup in a thermos the moment she tells her she’s sick. With her careful upbringing and everything she’s been taught, Alisha seems to know every little thing that could go wrong with any illness- even the flu- and is extremely determined that Rose doesn’t go that way. Rose is usually too weak-willed to protest and doesn’t mind it- she likes it when Alisha takes care of her, and her presence is a comfort in her fevered delirium.

who gets jealous easiest

For Alisha, flirtatious banter is part of maneuvering in politics. For Rose, it’s something she’d rather not have to deal with- to see men flirting with her Alisha, to give her princess those smarmy predatory smiles that sends chills down her spine. Alisha can handle herself, and it doesn’t mean anything when she responds politely back. Rose knows this, but that doesn’t stop the spike of jealousy each time it happens, nor the savage relief that Rose feels when Alisha complains about the party afterwards.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Rose is actually alright with mostly any music- travelling around as much as she does, she’s picked up an appreciation for just about anything. But she’ll never get over the fact that nearly every song Alisha knows somehow comes from an opera. Not when it’s such a good point to tease.

who collects something unusual

It’s not as though Alisha’s gullible, but she’s very intrigued by the little trinkets and charms she comes across in the strange little cultural shops. Rose tries to tell her most of them are tourist traps with outrageous prices, but whenever Alisha brings her some newfangled bracelet with the biggest grin on her face, Rose just can’t find the heart to tell her the truth.

who takes the longest to get ready

The nature of Rose’s life is quick-paced and she’s used to getting ready fast. Alisha isn’t bad, usually, but there are days when she has to dress up for functions and that takes a while. Still, catching a glimpse of Alisha all prettied up in her finest clothes always makes the wait worth it, Rose thinks.

who is the most tidy and organised

Alisha’s meticulous in how she organizes her things. Which makes living with Rose a bit of a nightmare when the assassin-turned-Shepherd traipses in with her muddy boots and dumps her bags all over the place. She wails and moans and Rose tries to clean up, but no matter how hard she does, it’s never quite perfect. It’s okay, though. She’s starting to appreciate the little bit of chaos Rose brings into her life. Even if she works extremely hard to scrub the mud off her carpets.

who gets most excited about the holidays

Alisha loves holidays- or rather, loves celebrating holidays with Rose. She’s used to her traditional role as the princess during the holiday celebrations, but she’s never had someone to spend time with- to celebrate love and life and happiness with. And Rose- Rose is so easily caught up by the festive cheer that it makes their holidays incredibly fun and full of laughter.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Alisha is usually the big spoon because she likes it when she can hold Rose close- to know that Rose isn’t sneaking off to murder someone tonight. For her part, being the little spoon is strangely comforting to Rose. To have someone like Alisha holding her- someone who’d never hurt her, who loves her- it makes her feel the safest she’s ever been.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Rose doesn’t think she’s that competitive, but oh boy Alisha has a competitive streak that rivals only Mikleo’s. And when Alisha has her eyes set on making sure Rose eats her words for something or other, she’s not going to stop until she wins. (Rose has to convince herself she lets Alisha win; it’d be too much for her pride to ever really concede the princess beats her fair and square most days.)

who starts the most arguments

It’s hard to tell. They both come from different backgrounds, and sometimes their views on morality or life or politics just clash. They fight fiercely and sometimes it ends up with both of them in tears, but it just takes one person to say ‘sorry’ and soon they’re back in each others’ arms.

who suggests that they buy a pet

Rose doesn’t like how lonely Alisha’s smiles are when they have to leave, so she suggests buying a pet to keep Alisha company when she’s gone. THAT SAID SHE DOESN’T LIKE IT WHEN ALISHA NAMES THE DOG ‘Rose’ AND IT FOLLOWS HER AROUND AND IS SO AFFECTIONATE THAT IT ALMOST BUTTS ROSE (the person) OUT OF THE BED THE TIMES THAT ROSE IS ACTUALLY HOME–

what couple traditions they have

It’s not much of a tradition, but every few years they go on a pilgrimage of sorts back to where Sorey sleeps. The path is old, the memories familiar, and every time they go- they remember how different their original journey was, full of half-truths and uncertain words. How even then, they still relied on one another- forged a bond that couldn’t so easily be broken.

what tv shows they watch together

Alisha really likes daytime soap operas. Rose finds them over-acted, tedious, and not… very good. But she finds it hilarious to watch them with Alisha, pointing out how absurd the story is while Alisha wails at her and flings pillows in her direction.

what other couple they hang out with

it would have been nice for them to hang out with Sorey and Mikleo :’)

how they spend time together as a couple

They don’t spend a lot of time together- much of their time is spend travelling the world for their own separate duties. So when they can, they bundle themselves at home and actually just… spend time together. Talk to one another. Relearn who it is that they love. And sometimes Rose brings Alisha out to dinner in a slightly-fancy-but-not-too-fancy restaurant and they just enjoy being themselves in each others’ company.

who made the first move

Rose, despite how brash and forward she usually is, was reluctant to commit to anything at the start. But how could she deny her feelings when Alisha stepped up to her, fire in her eyes, and declared that she loved her?

who brings flowers home

It’s extremely cheesy, but there are days when Alisha brings back a bouquet of roses for Rose. Rose thinks it’s an incredibly bad pun on her name, but at the same time, she always takes care to pot the flowers and sometimes finds herself staring at them with a wry smile on her face.

who is the best cook

Alisha may have eaten some of the finest foods Hyland could provide, but making those foods is something Rose has better experience with, much to Alisha’s happy surprise.

#rosali #long post #memes #woooooo

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pankajkumarposts · 3 years

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New Oats Recipe - Healthy & Good In Taste!

Fitness enthusiasts often say that oats can make a perfect meal for any day. Now, most of us think that oatmeal can be boring unlike the unique cuisines served in our Indian culture. But what if you could turn oatmeal into something “Desi” by giving it that Indian “tadka”?

With the world turning upside down, there is just so much changing around us. We want to be a part of this change and become the better versions of ourselves. We want to follow the latest trends and be fit and healthy and be able to fit in with the ones around us. But it isn’t easy to just give up on our old lifestyles, right? If you go out to the supermarket to buy lettuce, you’ll probably end up coming home with cabbage because sometimes, we just do not have options.

Even though we want to change, we do not always have to give up on the things that we love. Well, a little compromise may be required. We can always give things little twists and turns just like we do with ourselves and try to make newer versions of them. You never know they might turn out to be even better than the common ones.

The very wise Buddha made this very sagacious statement related to our minds and the food we eat. He said, “To keep the body in good health is a duty, otherwise we will not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.” The past year has been difficult for everybody. People have been trying to overcome their challenges in their ways. Regardless, it has been difficult for all of us across continents and oceans. Some found it unbearable while some got through it while some are still in the process of doing so.

During these times, it has been an essential part of our day-to-day lives to look after our minds. Our minds help us function. Later, this proper functioning is what is required to survive in this harsh reality. But before all, we must remember to keep our bodies healthy. We must eat and drink well and healthy for a healthy mind.

Imagine wanting to eat something healthy that is not raw, good, delicious, and uniquely new. We do want to keep our minds healthy, right?

Many of us have already gotten tired of having to go to the subway because we’re supposed to be on a healthy diet. Some of us are bored of repeatedly having salad and basic oats. We want to have something spicy and tangy but cannot allow ourselves any more cheat days.

Thankfully, we Indians have this interesting way of turning food, that other countries might prefer to have raw, into something a bit more colorful or cooked as we find it fit. Let’s take the instance of Spinach which is popularly known as Paalak in our Desh. While a person in the US would prefer to have spinach mixed with some smoked chicken, tossed in olive oil, and served along with cherry tomatoes and salad seasoning, a person belonging to the Indian culture would prefer having it cooked with paneer. Now, if that doesn’t make your mouth water, you must be pretty hard to impress.

Now we all know Shikhar Dhawan from the India cricket team. He has managed to secure his name in this country and around the world. But how many of you knew that Shikhar Dhawan’s favorite snack is our very own chilla?

How can you make a plain and boring bowl of oatmeal into something Desi?

Since, in India, we always manage to come up with a desi version of everything. Chilla also happens to be a desi version of pancakes. It is commonly made with besan/gram flour. But looks like people keep coming up with their distinctive methods to make their kind of chillas and looks like one of those methods is where they use oats to make chillas????

That sounds impossible but at the same time creative and impressive. This is where healthy and yummy come together in the form of snacks that every parent would love to bribe their child/children with. Since chillas are a desi version of pancakes and if the desi pancakes are made with oats does that make it double desi? That’s a sixer and enough to impress someone like Shikhar Dhawan.

To make an Oats Chilla is two 1 cup of powdered oats, ¼ tablespoon of besan, cumin/jeera, salt and turmeric powder (for color), grated carrots, chopped onions, green chilies, and coriander leaves. Mix all these ingredients and add water turning the mixture into a batter. Now, add salt as required.

The second step is to grease the pan with oil and let it heat up on the stove, preferably on medium flame because we wouldn’t want to have burned chillas, would we?

The third step is pretty much like the Dosa vendors spread the Dosa batter on the flat pan. Be gentle and light while doing it for a proper shape. Add oil or ghee around the edges if required and cook until the batter sets properly and then, flip it with all your might. Try to be very careful. A broken chilla can also break your heart. Cook until it turns slightly golden/brown on both sides. Now that wouldn’t be easy for the impatient ones. Serve them warm with chutney or ketchup.

Life would be so much easier only if there was a simple and healthy way to every dish that fits under the unhealthy category.

So tomorrow you can tell your family that you made a healthy breakfast for them and surprise them with tasty chillas turning their frowns upside down. They probably won’t even get to know that the chillas were made with the very same oats which made them dread every morning when they hear the word breakfast and oats together. Oats can be good at times. But with this twist, it will make everybody’s mouth water.

It is always the thought that counts and you can always be sure that you love your family and friends think about health and wellness. This is what you must feel when you decide to make oats chillas for them. Imagine being able to surprise them with something so healthy and unique. It would get their best interests.

You can get as creative and innovative with the recipe as you wish to be. You might as well come up with something brilliant and out of the ordinary. Imagine being able to serve the same chillas in different ways. Not only would that make it interesting, but it would also be wise to add chillas to your meal while experimenting instead of wasting money and energy on unhealthy food.

You must have come across this very popular saying, “you are what you eat.” This statement holds the ability to get one into thinking whether their lifestyle is healthy or not or whether they are a healthy person.

Here’s Some Inspiration:

Mahatma Gandhi once said, “It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver.”If you’re healthy, you automatically live a longer life. Material wealth is something that one will have to give up if something goes wrong with them. But if you maintain your health, you will get to enjoy the same material wealth to its fullest.

We often use this saying, “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” You need to learn to implement this in your lifestyle daily. I know most people think that changing one habit will not make them a better person or turn this world into a better place. That is untrue. When a baby first starts walking, s/he takes tiny steps which later turn into big strides. Similarly, small changes in our diet can be good for our bodies and minds in the long run. You cannot build your body in a day. It will take time and one must always have patience when it comes to their body.

We often come across recipes on social media or browse through videos on YouTube. This advancement in the 21st century has given us an opportunity to fitness and good health is delicious food. It has become easier to reach out to a large number of people within a few minutes. This has created great awareness among thousands of people. We tend to follow other people’s lifestyles hoping to find something helpful. We follow people from other cultures and countries. But we can find the help that we seek within our very culture and people. The oats chilla is just an example of it. People just need to be given a platform for their budding minds and innovative ideas. You can be one of them if you know how to learn and relearn and adapt.

So here’s to you finding an opportunity to make your wishes of becoming healthy to come true with whatever our beautiful culture has to offer.

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aion-rsa · 3 years

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Life Lessons Gamers Can Learn From MMORPGs

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If you ever worry that the hours you plough in to open world video games is time wasted, don’t sweat it. Every minute in a fantasy realm has actually been spent enrolled in a complex training simulation preparing you for the banal realities of 21st century life.

The creator of Dead Pixels – a comedy series about Meg and Nicky, two gamers utterly devoted to fictional fantasy MMORPG Kingdom Scrolls – explains how online games have been stealthily shaping us for the real world through nine simple life lessons.

Lesson 1: Submit to the rules

Games basically train you to be a good functioning member of capitalist society, a good employee. You have to submit yourself to a rigid set of rules, learn what you’re not allowed to do and get on board with that, or you’re not going to get anywhere. Subvert the rules if you want to, but if you do, you’re never going to make any progress.

Lesson 2: Grind away

To progress anywhere, you need to accept drudgery. Grind away. Do lots of busywork. If you’re happy to do that and to turn up for work every day, then you’ll go a long way and be rewarded with lots of nice shiny things and make money and XP and get levels. If you choose not to do that, then you’ll languish and essentially never amount to anything.

Lesson 3: Money gets you further, quicker

The more fortunate people in life will always get ahead. In Fortnite, you can buy tiers. My 10-year-old son will tell me that some friend of his is already on Level 40 because they’ve just paid his way to the top. That’s a good life lesson to accept – that however hard you work, if people have more money and more access than you, they’re going to get ahead of you first. It might sound bleak, but it’s useful to know.

Lesson 4: Really bad, unfair things can happen

Games are much needier now than they used to be, they actually want you to have fun. Back in the day, Spectrum games, 8-Bit games and platform games required much more skill. Once you’d bought a game, it was basically ‘Fuck you, we’ve taken your money. If you can’t get through it, tough shit’. Nowadays, because of season passes and subscriber models, games want you to be happy and keep playing. They’ve stopped teaching us to be patient.

Play pretty much any modern MMORPG or even FPS, and there are never really any consequences. You can’t ever really die and even if you do, often your progress will be reset within the last few minutes. It’s very rare that you get to something beyond your skill level. I’m playing Doom Eternal at the minute on the Switch, and there’s only so far you can really fall in that game. Original Doom was incredibly difficult and very punishing. That’s something games used to teach you but don’t anymore: that really bad things can happen and we just have to deal with it.

Lesson 5: Stay in your lane

You made a choice at the start of the game as to your character class, and built up that character every time you played. After 100 hours, if you decide that you don’t want to be a warrior, you want to be a mage, you’re basically fucked. You have to start again, retrain and go through every step of it again. It’s the same in real life if you were a plumber and decide you want to go and be an optometrist, it’s tough shit. You’ve got to relearn your craft and start again.

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World of Warcraft: The Legacy of the Most Popular MMORPG in History

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Lesson 6: Rewards > Escapism

In an online game, how often do you get on a dragon and fly through rainbows and under waterfalls? You don’t. You grind for items and mine for gold, and pull up the weeds in Animal Crossing. You’ve got this paradise island and you spend your time on it breaking rocks like you’re in a chain gang.

We enter these online utopias thinking, ‘My job is bullshit and I hate it and I’m miserable so I’m going to play this game where I can do anything I want’ and then what we do in the game is a form of busywork that more or less mirrors our day jobs. That’s because something innate in us that likes rewards and likes being told that we’ve done something well, so we’ll do these things because there’ll be a little reward at the end. The reward won’t necessarily make the game easier or more pleasurable, but we still covet it.

Lesson 7: Bureaucracy is in our blood

I remember playing a side quest in Elder Scrolls, going to see this woman who was locked out of her house in a little village. She’d lost her keys, so you had to search all of the places in the village to find this woman’s keys. At that point, it occurred to me that I was simulating the absolute worst part of my actual day, which is ‘Where are my fucking keys?’ The worst thing is, I’m just doing it for some incremental increase in XP which will ultimately increase my level which will mean I can access a new part of the game which will look like this part of the game, and will have enemies in it that will be benchmarked to my new level, so they won’t be any more challenging or any more fun than the current game. We, irresistibly, are drawn to bureaucratic systems.

Lesson 8: Change is the only constant

More so than they did before, games are constantly changing and shifting. The idea in Dead Pixels season two is that in-world game Kingdom Scrolls has shifted to focus on a different demographic, moving away from being for the hardcore and trying to grab that Fortnite market. In season two, characters Meg and Nicky feel like that world doesn’t value them anymore, it’s just going after a younger audience. Ultimately, they realise that there’s no choice but to get on board with it and try to enjoy it.

Your relationship to those properties and those worlds does change as you grow older. It’s like the Toy Story thing, there’s a time in your life when it’s time to put down childish things and become a grown-up and that’s a tension in Dead Pixels: how much longer can Meg and Nicky stay in this world?

Lesson 9: You don’t have to be in the same room to be with someone

To be slightly less bleak, the biggest benefit of online gaming is the connection you have with other people, to the extent that the actual game pretty much becomes irrelevant. The fact that you’re doing busywork doesn’t really mean anything, because you’re doing it with someone – especially right now – that you can’t physically be with. In lockdown, Fortnite essentially became the school playground. My son’s a social butterfly on there, he has scheduled activities all afternoon with his schoolfriends.

In Dead Pixels, Meg and Nicky can physically be together but they’re more comfortable when they have a third element to communicate through. That’s a huge positive and something I’ve experienced playing games with my brother, who I don’t get to see as much as I’d like. That’s at the heart of this show, that’s really what it’s about: here is a world that allows these two people to connect and communicate in a way that they can’t in real life.

As told to Louisa Mellor

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May 21st - Personal Notes Before Surgery

The crooked man. Five years ago I remember fear. Being afraid that I’d never get this right. I was so far down the hole that I didn’t know where to begin. The obstacles were too large. The road was too long. There were 2 many obstacles. Now I’m here and terrified

I hope this makes me happy. I’ve spent so many years afraid of being seen. I spend 20% of my brain space self conscious

Dave asked me once. He said “not a lot of you in these images”

I wonder about audacity. What kind of person has the confidence to pull the life out of someone and then send them back into the world with a face that they built.

I wonder about pain. Misery. The downward path. I’m afraid of those three days after surgery when I know that it’s bad and going to get worse. I worry about what it will do to me and my disordered mind. I hope it doesn’t collapse me

I joke with myself. Play games. I try to imagine captain America being placed under and rebuilt. I try to approach this with a sense of duty. Or bravado.

Execution. I fear my own fear. Vaguely. This feel like an execution. The same exact emotions. Sitting in a room waiting. Waitin for someone to take me to a room. Strap me down and extract the life out of me. Fear. Waiting. Wondering what it’ll be like to wake up on the other side.

Fear. This is my face. It’s not. Perfect one. But it’s one I’ve grown accustomed to. I wonder about looking in the mirror and seeing something different. I suppose it’s hard. Meeting a stranger in the mirror. They say that often times people don’t look better or worse. But different. And that different is what scares them. Causes them to reject themselves.

I’m not fully sure how I got here. Five years ago I realized that my teeth didn’t touch and started asking questions. One person sent me to the next. Eventually I found myself here. Collecting syringes to squirt food into my mouth. About to have my face rearranged.

I worry about plastic. Picasso. They say that plastic surgery is uncanny. Something ever so slightly off about the proportions.

I ask the surgeon questions. Is he happy. Does he enjoy his work. Was he drawn to the arts and was force to go to bed school by an over controlling father. I would like to know these things lest he have some to inject art into his work.

A Tindr match; last week a happened to Tindr match a girl being prepped for the same surgery. The same surgery. The same doctors. One week ahead of me. We clicked. “Maybe we should get together before your surgery,” I say. I would love to- she says. But I can’t tell my parents that I’ve gotta leave my party to go fuck a stranger. “. “Don’t think of it as fucking a stranger,” I suggest. Think of it as a chance encounter arranged by the universe to have you encounter a rare kindred soul at the exact right moment as you’re both perched in jnsoaltion facing down existential terror... that has the potential to turn into fucking. “. We both laugh at this. She does not come.

Someone said that we pretend like we’re invincible but we’re not. That if we could realistically grasp our own fragility, it’d be impossible to function in normal life. I think it worries me having to grapple with the reality that I’m not an cosmic constant. That I’m made of parts. That I can be taken apart and put back together again. More than any exact fear of pain or outcome. I think it’s the insult to my illusion of permanence that’s tough to digest. The idea of waking up and having to relearn how my face works is just disconcerting. Like the idea of waking up and finding Id had a third arm attached just above the hip.

I broke a foot in Thailand. Motorcycle accident. I was miles into the wilderness and had no where to go. The hard part wasn’t the broken bones. It was the lack of Santuary. No where to rest. No one to help. It cued up a very long 4 month healing period. I ditched the bike and hitchhiked off the mountain to a hospital. I sat in the waiting room alone. I saw the doctor alone. When I was done. I traveled to a hotel and laid in bed alone. The hotel was hot. The pain meds weren’t good. I laid in bed, burning alive with my foot on a sling for days wanting to die. The hard part was the loneliness. The feeling of stupidity and shame. I remember standing in a bus station, burdened by bags, leaning on crutches, melting in the sun. Riding a bus alone, head down, trying to let the bus rock me to sleep as my foot radiated pain. Thinking to myself “this is who I am. This is where I am in life.” Such a long distance to travel alone in search of solace. Alone, I made it back to the airport, and eventually China, and slept the cab ride back. When the cabby left me at my door, I remember the sound of fire works exploding all over the city. All I wanted was some sleep. But I’d arrived home in Chinese New Years and the Cory would not rest. Trapped in a lonely tower at the edge of the world, fireworks exploding everywhere, I told myself: this is my life. This life is a war zone.

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Crystal Heart

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"Things like why the Other had grabbed us and how he had not only put us in a different world, apparently, but also implanted fake memories." He looked to Neryk, eyes wide and a bit frantic. "I don't have any memory of this place, of these people, yet I remember being five with my mother in the castle learning about technology and ruling a kingdom." A distraught expression crossed Neryk's face and he almost took back his words in a panic. But their expression became calm before he could utter any words and they spoke before he could even try. "I do not like answering you with things that give you nothing in return. Even with that, all I remember is that life as well," they offered, their gaze tired. "At least, what I was permitted to remember. That world, that life, is all I know, and I don't know if that means that we are from that world brought here as impostors or if the Other truly did mess with our minds." He buried his face in his hands, elbows pressed into the surface of the table. Their hands were gentle against his arms and he looked at them through his fingers. Sunlight was shining through a high window, catching a few ornaments in the kitchen just right to reflect a few rainbows across the walls. One splayed across Neryk's arms. "Even with how little I remember between both worlds, I doubt we are in opposing thoughts when I say whatever the Other had done to us had something to do with the crystal hearts you and I possessed in that other world." Their hand trailed up his left arm, caressing the mark that dictated where his crystal heart had been. It sent pain up his arm but he ignored it. "You still have the marks from yours, the damage it had done to you." He shook his head, denying her words. "It didn't do anything to me till it shattered." The sunlight faded like a cloud had obscured it source. They gave him a flat look, pressing into the back of his hand with their fingers. "This? This is not from shattering." They grabbed at their shirt and pulled it open. There, where their crystal heart had been, was a scar in the same exact shape as their piece had been. "This is what a shatter mark looks like." They gently grabbed his arm as they released their shirt. "This is something different." Diggory didn't know how to reply to that and simply let the silence fall between them. Neryk's hands disappeared from him and he almost asked for their touch to return with how suddenly cold those spots had become. "Diggory." He brought his head up, meeting their gaze. "I do want you to know that I have no idea why there is a name difference between here and there." Their expression closed off a bit. "But I do know that calling me Advena would be a bad idea. I don't know the specifics but it would be best if you didn't ever call me it again, as much as that will hurt us both for now." Diggory nodded. "Anything else I need to know about?" Neryk leaned back, a soft frown on their lips. The ambient noise from outside muffled by the home itself filled the brief silence. "Madam Jasmine sees you as a son of sorts," they finally spoke, "not that I have any idea why. Your past is so shrouded in mystery, even I was unable to gather much about you while I was looking for you. For some reason we're both enigmas here and that puts me on edge more than it probably should." Their frown deepened. "You weren't near me when I awoke. In fact, I was utterly alone and wandered into a major city before I had people that knew me pick me up. I instinctively reacted to someone shouting 'Neryk' so that's the only reason why I even gave them a chance." They closed their eyes, their frown flattening out. "Not that that helps much." They opened their eyes again, meeting him with a look that was relaxed and curious. "I was able to learn that you are a very talented magic user." "Magic?" he asked, amused and disbelieving of their words. Neryk smiled. "It's actually a thing in this world. A good number of their technology is based around this particular addition to this world." The smile fell slightly. "However, this puts a figurative target on both our backs being magic users. Not everyone can do it and it took me some time to relearn only a fraction of what I knew. You, supposedly, work with it instinctual, though I haven't seen you use it beyond our first meeting here." Diggory hummed a confirmation. "As far as I know, that's the only time I used magic." The sentence was strange to say and even stranger to hear himself speak. Magic, honestly. "And for some reason, Madam sent you to gather information about the Professor despite your high value to her." Neryk frowned. "I don't think that the situation is overly good in this world if she was willing to risk your safety." Again he hummed his agreement but Diggory simply looked at his hands resting on the table as his thoughts slowly sorted themselves out. Side by side it was easy to see the faint blue lines that spiderweb across the back of his hand and up his arm. There were other injuries from his encounter with the Other that were raw but nothing was bleeding anymore, which was nice. His mind didn't want to seem to function properly, though, and he got caught on only one idea. "So we need to gain more information." "Correct," Neryk spoke. He looked up. "Alright. Since you are more familiar with what is expected here - and if you are alright with it - see what you can dig up about who we are."

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