#and that is a very disappointing feeling to come to terms with. so I'm grumpy

[anne-chloe]

Underground | IV |

Jareth/The Goblin King x F! Reader

Summary : You advance further into the labyrinth and have an insightful conversation with yourself

"That was incredible!"

You had just performed the hardest solo of your entire career. Throughout rehearsals, you had sobbed and cried that the vocals were too much, that you'd strain your voice. The directors had insisted that they wanted you and nobody else, that you were the very embodiment of the character.

And now, you had successfully outperformed yourself. It was closing night, and you were beginning to mourn the end. You felt teary and emotional; you greeted friends and members of the audience an hour or so after the musical had ended, exhaustion sweeping through you from the numerous late nights you had endured to perfect yourself.

"Thank you, Harry," you said with a loving smile. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close. You leaned your head into shoulder, casting an adoring gaze up at him. "What was your favourite part?"

Harry looked away, his eyes locking onto something at the back of the room. His lips twitched, and you were so tired that you hadn't even registered that he wasn't looking at you. Rather, at someone else.

"I couldn't say, it was all magical," he replied breathlessly.

You should have known from that moment.

You used to think back to that moment with fondness, considering you had completed one of the toughest shows of your career. It was a year that made you feel undefeated. But, directly under your nose, directly behind your back, Harry had already begun his journey of a cheat.

You shook your head softly, ridding those thoughts from your mind. You scolded yourself. You couldn't keep reflecting on what Harry had done—you needed to focus on saving him. You needed to continue onwards towards the castle.

The unicorn and the Goblin King had vanished. You were disappointed at being left alone again, being such a social butterfly pinning against you. However, you tried to not take it to heart, and instead fuelled yourself by drinking some water and continuing onwards. You could see the Goblin City just up ahead, and the castle loomed with grandeur beyond it. The sight and closeness encouraged you to push forwards, to ignore your aching feet and exhausted, weary bones.

I'm coming, Harry, you thought, trying to push away the bitterness that brewed within. What would happen once you did rescue him? He might see this rescue as you forgiving him, which you most certainly did not. You just didn't want to leave him in such a place, stripped from his life like this. Cheating on you was a horrible thing to do—if he was unhappy, you wished he'd have just told you instead of stringing you along, giving you the false sense that everything was perfectly fine.

You wanted to abandon him on your own terms. You wanted him to know and realise that he'd lost something so incredibly precious. Harry would never be able to win you back, he'd lost you the moment he looked at another woman in interest. You couldn't ever forgive him for it. You never would.

You approached two unsuspecting doors. Both beheld two knockers, each grumpy and frowning; one had the knocker looped through its ears, and the other had it hanging from its mouth. You hummed in thought, considering both doors carefully. Neither had any indications as to where they would lead, as to whether or not danger lurked behind them. You rubbed your healed arm for comfort, mind thinking back to the Goblin King and his advice.

He didn't have to tell you that the water had healing properties. He could have just mocked you and left, but instead he engaged in a conversation that left you feeling... conflicted. Maybe that was his goal, to throw you off your firm emotions to make you reconsider saving Harry. By being nice, it made out that whisking Harry away was a good thing. While it served as a lesson for Harry, you didn't agree with kidnapping people at all.

"What're ye starin' at?!"

You jumped back in horror as the knocker barked harshly at you. You blinked rapidly, holding your hands up in defence, watching in bewilderment as its eyes opened and glared at you.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to be so rude," you quickly said, feeling a strangeness about conversing with door knockers. You approached it again, curiosity taking over. "I don't suppose you know what's behind this door? Is it the one leading to the castle?"

A muffled, strained response came from the knocker on the other door. You turned to look at it, watching its metallic cheeks puffing out in an attempt to speak, but finding it tricky with a circular knocker hanging from its mouth. You hurried over, taking the knocker into your hands and slipping it from its mouth. It released a satisfied breath, appreciating your kindness.

It licked its lips, moving them freely without the weight of its knocker. "That's better," it sighed happily, and you couldn't help but giggle at its relief. You wondered how long it had been since he was forced to securely hold a knocker inside his mouth. "Much better."

"Happy to be of service," you said cheerfully. "Could you tell me what's behind these doors?" You wanted an answer to your question before proceeding. You didn't want to pick the wrong door and end up somewhere dangerous. You had stamina to run, but for how long? And what if you couldn't outrun the danger? You didn't want to risk it.

"How're we suppos'd to know?!" The other knocker snapped. You looked back at him, sensing that he was rather hostile no matter what. Perhaps he was bitter that his knocker ran painfully through his ears. It's not like you could remove it, either.

You shrugged your shoulders, though you felt a slight disappointment at this. "I just thought I'd ask—"

"What?! Speak up! Yer mumblin'!"

Well. You certainly weren't mumbling. You frowned at the rudeness of him and turned to look at the other knocker, who's knocker you held in your hand. He was much calmer, much more willing to answer your questions for the kindness you had shown.

"Which door should I take?" You asked gently, now spinning the knocker slowly in your hands. It was very heavy, and you could easily see why the knocker didn't want it in its mouth. You'd be miserable too if you had to have something like this. Perhaps this is what would become of Harry if you failed to complete the labyrinth? Would he be forced to remain as a puzzle piece forever?

"They always pick me," the knocker grumbled. You could sense the resentment behind his tone. "Always shovin' that thing back in my mouth." It licked its lips again.

"They always pick you?" You repeated back. There must be a reason for their decisions. Lots of people had come to the conclusion that this was the door to take, but what evidence did you have to say that they picked the right one? You frowned. "Did any of them succeed the labyrinth by picking you?"

If the knocker could move more than it's eyes and mouth, it would have surely shaken its head in denial. "Only one girl, but she had outside help assisting her."

Only one.

"What happened to the others?"

"Their journey ended," the knocker concluded plainly, as if the information didn't upset him. It probably didn't matter; he was merely a puzzle piece within the labyrinth. Only the knocker being returned to his mouth could hurt him.

"Your door must lead to something dangerous," you readily suggested, piecing the puzzle together aloud. "Thank you for your help."

You leaned down and rested the knocker at the bottom of the door. The knocker seemed surprised by your actions, by your lack of persistence in returning it to his mouth. But he didn't say anything. He wanted to believe that you had forgotten to give it back. Even though you saw the pain he went through with it in his mouth.

You turned to the other door, with the grumpy knocker who seemed to be brewing up the desire to shout at you again. You reached up, your fingers brushing against the knocker gently. There were a few cobwebs that had strung against his knocker, meaning that he hadn't been used in a very long time. You raised back the knocker and pounded it three rhythmic times into the door. It creaked open, and you stepped through after whispering a 'thank you'.

As you took a few steps through to the other side, you heard the door slam shut behind you. You turned to face it, frowning at the realisation that you wouldn't be able to back track if needed. You'd have to remain here, even if it turned out the be the wrong direction. You would have to face whatever danger lay in wait, regardless of escape.

You inhaled and exhaled deeply, using calming breaths to soothe your nerves. It would be of no use to remain anxious of the unknown. It would only serve to exhaust and tire you. You couldn't risk that. You needed your energy to succeed.

The door had led you into a labyrinth of mirrors. You stared at your reflection curiously, then turned to look in another mirror. You continued this action before spotting a space without your face; you began walking and following this same manner of thinking. If you couldn't see yourself, then that's the direction you'd take.

And as you walked, you grew lonely with the lack of noise. So you started to sing. A classic 80's song that reminded you of your mother on a Sunday morning, as she cleaned and gutted the house, baking delicious treats in the kitchen to last the week.

"It doesn't hurt me, do you wanna feel how it feels?"

You embodied Kate Bush. You listened as your own voice sung back to you in gentle echoes. It reassured you that nothing else was there, giving you the freedom to stretch your voice again. Walking in silence was... certainly strange.

"Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making?"

You paused, chuckling wildly to yourself as you'd almost walked directly into the mirror. You eyed yourself cautiously, feeling as though something was definitely off about the mirrors. You blinked slowly, carefully, leaning closer to the mirror, as if it's secrets would be revealed like this.

Your reflection titled it's head to the side.

You shrieked and stumbled back.

"You moved!" You shouted accusingly, pointing a shaking finger at the reflection. She snickered at your shock, a mocking smile playing on her face. She placed her hands on her hips, pouting and rolling her eyes.

"Of course I did. How else would you have figured me out?" She answered lamely, her voice sounding as an exact copy of yours. She raised her hand and twirled some hair around her finger, a strand that had fallen loose from the bun on her head.

You held your hands close to your chest, as if this action would bring you comfort. "How are you doing that? Are you a real person trapped in the mirrors?" You asked, overwhelmed by the idea. You spared a glance at the other mirrors surrounding you, now taking note of how the various reflections seemed to depict many personalities, all of them starting to do their own thing—sitting on the floor, admiring their nails, kicking invisible dirt out of boredom.

"I'm you," the reflection answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And you're making a major mistake."

You frowned, hands lowering to your sides. "A mistake? What mistake am I making?"

The reflection sighed irritably, shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Saving Harry," she answered, rolling her eyes as his name rolled off her tongue. She placed a steady hand over her heart, a look of hurt crossing her features. "Think about what he did to us. Doesn't he deserve to spend the rest of his life here, under the rule of our beloved Goblin King?"

Beloved?

"No," you said sternly. "He'll be treated as vermin."

The reflection moved closer, her hands pressed onto the glass that separated yourself and her. She drummed her nails into the glass, seeming impatient and unamused with your morality. "He'll be treated as he deserves," she corrected, "our King doesn't treat those wished away as terrible as you believe. Harry won't have any memory once he's turned into a goblin."

You gasped at this new piece of information. Turned into a goblin. You'd never considered that as a possibility. You'd just assumed that being trapped in this realm meant he'd be a slave of sorts; he'd become a door knocker, or a statue, or maybe a personal slave of the Goblin Kings. But to have his humanity permanently stripped away from him, with no recollection of you?

"I won't allow it," you argued.

"Won't allow what?" She mused, sensing your rising anger.

"Having his memory snatched is an easy way out!" You continued, furious. Harry wouldn't remember the pain he'd caused you. He'd go on to live a different life, one free of the heartache and infidelity. Whereas you'd be the one to suffer for the rest of your life—you'd be cursed with the knowledge that he'd cheated, picked another woman over you, and that you'd wished him away in the heat of the moment. You'd be tormented and he'd be free.

How was that fair?

You glared at your reflection, and she continued to stare back at you, fully entertained. "I won't let him forget. I'll be the one suffering if he does. Haven't I had enough heartache for one day?"

"Swap places with him," she urged finally, and now she appeared to desperately claw away at the glass wall separating you two. A hungry glimmer was in her eyes. You blinked at her, waiting for further clarification. "If you save him, he'll think you've forgiven him. Make a deal with the Goblin King and have Harry run the labyrinth."

That...

A part of you liked that idea. You'd never forgive Harry for what he had done, and you didn't want to forgive him. But maybe having him run through the labyrinth would teach him a greater lesson?

Though, would he be given the same conditions as you were? That he'd have 13 hours to complete the labyrinth and confront the Goblin King, and would you be turned into a goblin if he didn't succeed? You didn't want to become a goblin, but you figured you'd at least be spared the memory of heartache and betrayal.

"Would the Goblin King even allow that?" You muttered in thought, seriously considering the idea. "Why would he want to swap one human for the other? He'd have to have a reason to do so."

The reflection grinned widely at this. "You don't know, do you?" She teased.

You shot her a confused stare. What didn't you know? Had you missed something? What was she not telling you?

"I don't... I don't understand. What do you mean?"

The reflection started to fade. She placed a finger to her lip, creating a 'shushing' motion. You felt offended that she'd treat you like a noisy child, and you were about to protest against her before the glass panel morphed into a door.

You glanced around at the other mirrors, now realising each of your reflections had vanished in sync, and all that was left were hand crafted paintings of the Goblin King. You eyed them skeptically, wondering deeply if the Goblin King had used some sort of magic in pretending to be your reflection, just to rile you up and prevent you from truly saving Harry.

But what would be to gain from that? You instead of Harry? Why on Earth would he do that?

You huffed in frustration. You couldn't make sense of the Goblin King at all. He really was the trickster he swore himself to be.

You turned to face the door, now resolved within yourself. You reached for the handle and twisted it to the side, and you stepped through to the unknown.

#fan fiction #angst #jareth #the goblin king #goblins #labyrinth #labyrinth 1986 #fantasy #female reader #romance #talking mirror #magic mirror

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

what is something everyone should know about your muses before interacting? for sanzo and saru

Multimuse Asks || Currently Accepting!

Nearly impossible to ship with. To be honest, most of my muses are difficult to seduce, but Sanzo in particular is one that deserves a massive disclaimer in neon lights beaming over his head at all times. Yes, he is pretty. Yes, he is charming(??). But because of the way he was raised and just his overall personality, chances to actually sail for Romance Island with him start in the negative with just about any and all muses, OC or canon.

At the same time, I do not say no to people trying to ship with him. See, it's not that I do not want to, it's just that I, as a mun, cannot think of a scenario or a way through his heart that would bring him to develop romantic feelings for anybody.

I am always here waiting for that mysterious RP partner who will surprise me with a story I haven't managed to come up with to have that change!

Now, with that said, as an asexual myself (not aro, but still), to hear "you just need to find the right person" makes me groan inside. So that's not what I am trying to say about Sanzo. I'm saying that as a writer constantly learning and exploring, I do not have the arrogance to believe I have figured out my muse 100% to the point of excluding any and all ships with him without trying.

Regardless, Sanzo is a very deep character who is very capable of feeling other forms of love, which is shown in the manga and the show alike. I am honestly all up for all that too. So I guess the TLDR of this is: if you engage him with shipping intent, you may end up disappointed, but there is so much more to explore with Sanzo in terms of relationships!

Now I'm gonna try my best to answer this one without coming across as a salty asshole. But Saruhiko is NOT the Fushimi Saruhiko you see in Episode 5 of Season 1 of K Project 24/7. I understand that not many fans can bother looking up the manga scanlations, or even better the novel of Lost Small World (or all the other ones), but Season 1 of K Project is absolutely not what you should use as a reference when approaching Fushimi.

He is not a psychotic yandere with bloodlust and a creepy grin all the time. That is just a mask he wears when confronting Yata, and it only lasts from the time he leaves Homra up to the death of Mikoto Suoh. Most of the time, he is a very grumpy, lazy and overall unmotivated young man who hasn't figured out what he really wants to do with himself.

It is really really difficult for me when I am approached by anime-only fans who expect my muse to go psycho and stalk them for attention when he absolutely has no reason to do so. If your muse is not Yata Misaki and our point in timeline is not the one I mentioned earlier, don't come looking for that experience. I will let you down.

#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered] #kisumshi #v01 || k project #v04 || saiyuki #k01h || fushimi saruhiko [headcanons] #s01h || genjo sanzo [headcanons] #//what a great question! #thank you\\

[littleprincessfawn]

Still grumpy at the guy I'm getting over. Which surprises me because a) normally I'm only mad at him, or anyone in my life tbh, for a few hours, now it's been days and b) he didn't particularly do anything very wrong other than snap at me at bit when I was trying to be helpful.

(long journal post after the cut)

Other people have acted far far worse to me, so he genuinely doesn't deserve my grumpiness. I'm the kind of person who just can't hold a grudge, even when I should. And hes not a bad dude, he's quite a decent human actually, he's just got too many issues to be able to be in a romantic relationship with anyone. So I'm trying to figure out why I'm still grumpy.

I even logically understand why he snapped at me, and again, it wasn't even really snapping because he's not the type of guy to be aggressive or mean AT ALL, it was more him being a bit defensive, because he doesn't like to show vulnerability or weakness, he doesn't like to admit he needs or deserves help, he tries to shoulder everything alone and then when I come along and say hey maybe it doesn't need to be all on your shoulders he gets tetchy as if in his brain I've called him weak.

Maybe it's because it's disillusioned me of him, or rather of the possibility of there ever being a me and him. I mean I always knew but now I really know. And also I can't say to myself 'well if I was just pretty enough or perfect enough' because actually it's not me, yes I have flaws but that doesn't make me unlovable. I could be the best person in the world and he still wouldn't be able to open his heart to be loved.

And he literally told me something along those lines a long time ago when I first confessed my feelings to him (again, see how he's not a jerk, he never ghosted me nor did he take advantage of me for casual sex, like others may have in his position). He told me he couldn't do a relationship, that he's content being single. But me being me still thought welllll maybe he will change his mind. But it's not about changing his mind it's about him being able to let others in and he can't, or rather he can but not enough for a full relationship. He can do friendship he can't do more than that.

And that's disappointing. So I guess, I'm grumpy at the situation. I'm grumpy at my rose-tinted glasses finally being smashed. Maybe I'm not grumpy at all, maybe I'm sad and grieving. Because I've lost something. I've lost my belief in my love for him one day magically working out well for us both, in it one day being returned. I'm not good at letting things go. But in this case, I really do have to.

"Let it hurt. Then let it go."

I need some space from him. Not because he's done anything wrong or because I have. But because my feelings for him were real. It's real pain I'm feeling. I need to honour myself and give myself that space to heal. To come to terms with the 'no happy ending' of it all.

I deserve a man or woman who is capable of returning my affections. Of a man or woman who lets me be part of their team, and we help each other. That's what I want. That's what he can't give me. But that's what I can give someone else.

#journal entry #personal #long post #long text #heartache #moving on #letting go #unrequited love

[bowandcurtsey]

hello haha:') it's my first time sending an ask huhu so i'll keep it anon. so, may i request s/o finding out that she's pregnant with Nozel's child before marriage? since some royals, or at least their elders (what i implement in my mind😂) will most likely have the mindset of “marriage before a child” thingy? Thank you so much!!

and of course Nozel will accept it, because if he doesn't i will rage and cause hell for him😡

Hello Anony! I'm not sure if you're the same Anony, but the request is too similar so I'll assume it is haha! Thank you for this unique request, I love me a fluffy and protective Nozel.  (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*)

tw: pre-marital pregnancy, mentions of abortion, mentions of lost of virginity

Nozel Silva x f! reader

You stared at the pregnancy kit, your heart racing, your mind unable to believe your eyes. You first thought of aborting the child. Yes, that might be the best plan. Nozel's family would never accept this, they could never accept a child before marriage, "that would mean marrying a girl that is no longer a virgin." you recalled what one of his aunts said during a family dinner.

And.. what would Nozel think? Does he want the child? Although you thought of aborting the baby, but the thought of Nozel not wanting the child made your chest tighten in pain.

Your mind was filled with contrastive thoughts; some negative and scared. Do you want the kid? Are you even ready to be a mother? At the same time, you imagined having children with the love of your life, having a family with him.

You felt like you couldn't breathe. You heard a commotion coming from downstairs. Nozel is home. You quickly threw all the pregnancy kits into the bin and disposed of them properly.

----

It had been days of you acting weirdly around him and Nozel has certainly realised it. He was an observant man and when it came it you, he was more sensitive.

You were barely eating like you had no appetite, you said you wanted to lose weight and you refused to be checked by a doctor. The worst of all? You refused his advancements at night saying you were exhausted yet it seemed like you were restless like you couldn't sleep.

You were definitely bothered by something and you were hiding it from him. This made the royal very very grumpy.

He came home early one day and was told by the servants that you were in your room resting. He quietly came in but you weren't in the room. Instead, he heard sounds coming from the toilet. You were vomiting.

You came out of the washroom after washing up, your head feeling light. You gasped a little when you saw your man standing right in front of you. Without a word, he helped you to your shared bed, and offered you some lukewarm water. It immediately made you feel better.

"y/n." he said in a gentle yet firm tone, "talk to me, what's going on with you lately?"

"I-I'm just not feeling that well today," you lied, adverting his gaze.

"Please do not lie to me," his hands reached out for yours, "am I not worthy to share your problems with?"

His purple orbs now reflected hurt and disappointment, it made your heavy heart feel even worst.

"Nozel.. I'm pregnant." you finally spat out. This was it. The moment of truth. He would probably tell you to abort the baby or leave.

There was silence as Nozel processed what you just said. He too, felt a flurry of emotions when you first found out. First he was pleasantly surprised, he was overjoyed that you both were going to be parents together. The thought of you carrying his child brought pride to him and thinking of your future together, made his heart skip in joy.

Then it came regret, the regret of not giving you a status before you carried his child, he wanted to marry you on your terms, not because you were pregnant with his child.

Then it was confusion. Was this the reason why you were hiding this from him? Did you not want the child? Were you upset or ashamed because you were not officially his wife yet?

There was also a mix of anxiety, would your parents berate him for deflowering you before marriage? But he was sure that he is sincere and serious about you. That wouldn't be a problem, right? He did have plans to marry you whenever you were ready.

He blinked, snapping out of his thoughts, focusing back onto you. But tears were spilling from the corner of your eyes, you sniffled silently, not wanting to make a fuss.

Seeing you cry like that made his heart ache. He pulled you into his arms, stroking the small of your back. "Honey, why are you crying? Are you not happy? Do you not want this child?"

He tried to look at your face, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"I.." what did Nozel say again? You didn't quite understand, you didn't want this child? "No!?"

Your sudden exclamation caught him by surprise. The head of the Silva family was brought to his knees by you and only you. "Honey, could you calm down and tell me why are you crying?"

You took a deep breath and decided to let it all out, "because I know your family would never accept this baby! Your aunt said the other day that they wouldn't accept a child before marriage and that the Silvas would not accept a non virgin into their family..."

You started bawling again thinking about what his relatives said, "and you were silent when I told you about the news so I'm assuming that you're thinking the same aren't you? That you cannot accept a child like this and that you'll ask me to abort this baby or you'll probably have to break-"

Nozel grabbed your face with both his hands and kissed your lips. His kiss was firm, it was hungry, it was confident. His hand ran through your hair, holding you by the back of your head, pressing you against him.

You clung onto his tunic like you had to hold on for dear life; it's been days since you accepted any form of affection from your man, besides the light pecks and kisses he pressed to your face, you were touch starved and this made your aching heart calm down.

He pulled back minutes later, you gasping for air as he tucked the stray hair behind your ears. He wiped away whatever tears there were on your face with his gentle fingers. His hands still on your cheeks, he tilted your face so your eyes meet his, "feeling better now?"

You nodded, leading him to let out a sigh of relief. It must be all the pregnant hormones making you act this way, he thought to himself.

"First of all, I am elated that you are carrying our child, you know that?" his brows furrowed as though it pained his heart to have to tell you this out loud, he thought that you would have known better; that you were the one for him.

Your lips parted to say something, but the look on his face made you purse your lips and remain silent.

"Also, I do not care what the other busybody relatives have to say. The moment that I decided to..." he paused, thinking of the right words to say, "go into a more in-depth relationship with you, I have already decided that I would be responsible come whatever may. It was not like I was not clear-headed every single time, you know?"

You blushed at his words, it made your heart flutter at this charming man that you called yours.

"Those people do not call the shots, the last I checked, the head of the Silva household.. is me."

He let go of your face to hold onto your hands once again, "so as long as you are happy, as long as you want to, I'll be beyond happy and honoured to be your husband and the father of our children."

You felt a pinch in your nose again, your eyes were cloudy again, this time with tears of happiness.

"I am sorry that I didn't get to give you a status before you bear my child, but I would do so anytime that you want, as long as it comes from the bottom of your heart, not because of the baby."

"Of course I want to marry you, silly." you furrowed your brows as the tears fell down your cheeks, "I was just scared that you'll marry me just because of the baby."

He let out a laugh, something that most people do not get to see, "I guess I have been worried for nothing then. Let's go talk to your parents first thing tomorrow and of course I will accept any scoldings or punishments they have for me."

You laughed, "my parents would be happy, they don't care about stuff like these. Besides, they love you, remember? " you rolled your eyes, thinking about your parents that always sided with Nozel whenever you threw a tantrum at him.

"I'm eternally grateful to have found you and your family, y/n." he said it so sincerely, it made your heart melt, "thank you for giving me a family now."

He pulled you into an embrace again, his hand reaching out to your abdomen, "I hope he or she is as beautiful as you are."

-end-

I love softie Nozel uwu. You guys could go through my little map to see more Nozel and wife fics, or Nozel with preggy wife fics and even dad! nozel fics!

I love this royal hehe <3

#nozel silva x reader #nozel imagine #nozel x reader #nozel silva hcs #nozel silva x y/n #black clover nozel #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines #black clover x y/n #black clover x you

[nice-kill-tanaka]

May I have a my hero and ohshc matchup plz

I'm a short girl around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. I have a very kind heart and sad stories or ones with very happy endings make my heart happy or hurt like crazy. But even though I'm kind that doesn't mean i am nice all the time. I am extremely grumpy and have a short temper especially on no sleep or if I just woke up. I also do have adhd and some anxiety I dont like being touched randomly unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. As for dreams I'm not sure I wanna be a voice actor but not too sure if its right for me as I don't know how to edit or even have the equipment. I want someone who can just listen to me as I ramble on about things I love. I want someone to understand that I think differently then normal people. I also want someone to be able to understand im not the most affectionate person but I can be if given time but I will help someone if they are touch starved like I am.

[🌄 @cutelittleriot requested one (1) regular My Hero Academia matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

YAYYY!! First bnha matchup!! I gotchu bud 👍 I’m thinking about trying something new for the bnha fandom in particular. So, I’ll try it out and see what you think! Also, I got a little carried away with this one, so if it doesn’t seem characteristically accurate to you, please tell me!! 😖

And, the lucky person is:

⛰Eijiro Kirishima⛰

Quirk: Dragon

Dragon is a mutation quirk. It manifests slowly over time, until the user becomes about 60% dragon-esque at around 15/16 years old.

Scales and tough skin appear on the arms, legs, and face. Sharp teeth and claws grow in. Horns protrude from the forehead. A tail grows from the spine. Finally, wings grow from the back.

Flesh becomes twice as tough in places where scales are.

Depending on the user’s body type, wing usage is limited. (Since you’re generally shorter than average, “flying” and gliding comes easier to you.)

When the user consumes pressurized carbon dioxide, their stomach converts it into flammable gasses. Which allows the user to breathe- er...burp...fire.

Fire must be carefully used however. The smoke produced can accidentally be breathed in, causing lung damage.

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

I’ll start by saying this: Being bullied is never fun. Being bullied over something you can’t easily control or change? Rub salt in it, why don’tcha?

You weren’t sure what the select few kids in your grade thought was so hilarious about your quirk. But, they managed to find enough wrong with it to do their damage for most of your time in school

First, the patches of scales that showed up on your skin were “too weak”. Then, your awkward transition stage with growing horns, wings, and tail was suddenly “ugly”

By the time your quirk fully manifested, the jeers finally devolved to “freak-ish”

Like a river carving out the Grand Canyon, the work was slow and wore you down over time. But, the impact was a lot bigger than even you’d initially thought

While you managed to somewhat heal and learned to guard your emotions against such hurtful things, that’s all you learned to do: Guard yourself. You were a shield with no spear, since you never fought back

With the help of supportive parents and teachers, your self-esteem wasn’t so low, but you did often downplay or underestimate your abilities

Like, Bitch??? You can burp fire??? Know your power???

The people you were on good terms with seemed to see a potential that you either disregarded, or didn't know about all together

They saw the way you treated others with consideration and forethought. How, despite (or because of) your anxiety, you remained hyper-aware of the problems of others and how to accommodate. And while your anger did have its vices, people knew how hot your righteous rage could burn

It actually took a lot of convincing for you to even apply to U.A. 

Outside of your other aspirations for the future, you didn’t particularly feel worthy for the job. Of anything you could be, you weren’t a fearless, upstanding, unshakable individual, not even giving a second thought to throwing yourself into danger for the good of others. You weren’t your alleged definition of a hero, and that was enough to deter you

But, whenever you recited your polite (well-rehearsed) decline, most gave you the same weirdly optimistic retort:

“Just try, maybe you’ll do better than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

So, here you were at an entrance exam full of people you hardly knew, wondering how you even rationalized to yourself that this would go just fine

The written exam went okay. As well as you could for literally guessing what to study to pass

All you had to do was do your best on the physical exam, and you’d be done for the day

But, your issue was in the people around you, not the exam itself

You were aware of the high amount of attention the moment you walked onto campus. The way other kids measured you up from a distance, studying everything about your not-so-human body. Watching your every move, especially the way your movements were strained from soreness (A short period of intense training tends to do that to you). You assumed they also wanted to see if your disposition was as powerful as your quirk suggested

((You specifically noticed a coltish, green-haired kid muttering to himself, questioning if your wings could actually support your body weight))

Even now, as the prospective heroes-in-training warmed up, you felt the stares burning into you

Half of you wanted to lift your eyes and rhetorically ask what the hell they were looking at, only feeling more annoyed as you snorted and returned to what you were doing. The other half wanted to fold into yourself until you disappeared (If only it were that easy)

But, you had enough (Roughly, one billion) worries on your mind to put confrontation on the list. Shaking off your anxious shivers as you lowered your head and continued with your “stretches” seemed so much easier

(A.k.a. Staring off into space as you held your limbs in awkward positions)

The time to begin the physical test was drawing near, and your self-doubt hadn’t eased up. Maybe this was a mistake. You didn’t belong here. Not when so many other students could fill the space you’re wasting so much better. Maybe if you slipped through the back now, you’d save yourself the disappointment of not living up to your own standards

“Hey, brown-haired girl! With the horns!”

You heard a gruff whisper from not to far behind you, from the left. You tensed for a moment, wondering what the voice could possibly want from you. But, the sight you saw was rather unexpected

The voice definitely matched the body, bulky and slightly rough looking, a little taller than you. Matched with a sweet face, sharp teeth, and bright, spiky, red hair. The smile he showed you instantly calmed your thoughts

“…Hm?”

You gave a short response, not wanting to jump to conclusions yet

“I saw you looking kinda psyched out over here, so I thought talking to you would make you less nervous!”

You felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in the pit of your stomach. As much encouragement as you got to achieve things, you didn’t see much of it to consider how you felt. How you could feel better. You liked it, which was surprising, considering the encouragement came from a perfect stranger

“Oh, uhh…thanks then. But, I’m fine, I promise! I’m no more nervous than you are.”

“Well, that’s also why I came to talk…I’m kinda freaking out too…”

This boy’s transparency was almost scary, but on the other hand, very comforting. You didn’t catch him trying to stare at your mutated parts once as you talked. Your eyes were the thing he seemed the most focused on, and while it made you embarrassed, it was the good kind (if that makes sense)

But, soon enough, the announcement for the beginning of the exam came over the loudspeaker, and you and your acquaintance had to look out for yourselves. But, before you parted ways, the redhead turned to you

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, by the way! See you when I see you, Shortie!”

🌳Flourishing Love🌳

The beginning of Kirishima seeing you as a romantic option happened not too long after parting ways at the physical exam

He was almost completely cornered by one of the machines students could disarm for points. And just as that was happening, you had just turned the corner after shaking off another one

You saw Kirishima, but he definitely didn’t see you, trying hard to look tough, but struggling to stand his ground

It quickly dawned on you that Kirishima didn’t have a quirk that could easily deal with the hostile device. And if he did, he was too scared to use it

You vetoed the idea of charging in head on first. You didn’t feel like getting yourself or Kirishima hurt. Especially without a plan. You needed to be smart about getting your only acquaintance out of this situation

Your heart raced and your execution was all but clean, but you ended up using your fire breath to weld the robot’s wheels to the concrete

Before you let your inhibitions get the better of you, you climbed the machine and punched out the camera on the front. From atop the beast, you hung your tail over the edge low enough for Kirishima to grab. You didn’t dare look down at the ground

“Dammit Eijiro, grab on!!”

Once you felt a weight on your tail, you used your wings to propel you both forward. Obviously, away from the robot

You were too high on adrenaline and fear to notice, but Kirishima stared at you like you were the embodiment of Heaven on Earth. The stars in his eyes almost seemed inappropriate for the situation 😅

You looked just as—if not more—afraid than he was. But, you seemed so okay with the fact that you weren’t fearless, and acted like a true hero anyway. He admired, dare I say loved that about you

And he didn’t even know your name

As soon as you found out that you and Kirishima were in the same class, you felt instant relief. At least you were familiar with someone at U.A.

You guys’ friendship developed rather fast, like and extrovert adopting an introvert

Kirishima quickly noticed how fast you opened up once you got comfortable around him, and loved you all the more for how bright and vibrant the unfiltered you was

He found himself picking up on your sense of humor, telling dad jokes you whisper under your breath to the Bakusquad (Much to Bakugou’s dismay 😅)

Don’t worry, he always gives you the credit 😉

As time went on, Kirishima learned to appreciate how blunt you were. He realized that he needed someone to tell it like it is (“It isn’t manly to sugarcoat things! 😤” he says)

And while Kirishima prefers physical activities over video games, he loves to hype you up while you play before classes

It was only natural a mutual crush would form :D

Kirishima finally worked up the guts to ask you out after the U.S.J. Incident

You and him had gotten separated (You had gotten trapped with the cold son of Endeavor. And you both took out the villains with an awe-inspiring display of fire and ice)

Kirishima was faced with the reality that either of you could lose each other at any moment. And while both of you came out alright, he realized he couldn’t be wishy-washy about his feelings for you

He told you on your way to school the next morning:

“Look. What happened yesterday really scared me. Normally, I wouldn’t say that, but I think you deserve to know. Because…you mean a lot to me!! More than I can put into words. I love when we have fun together, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I never got to tell you how I felt…”

“Basically…I like you!! Like…in the romantic way…”

Your early morning grumpiness dissipated almost instantly, replaced by momentary confusion and disbelief, then embarrassment and joy. Was this really happening…? The boy that took a chance on you since the beginning, confessed that he had feelings for you…? Even though you didn’t question your relationship, you always assumed the nice things Kirishima said, the way he looked at you, was all part of the pleasantries. You questioned if you were even worth all of that

‘But you are.’ The little voice Kirishima helped you develop said. ‘And he would say more if he didn’t look so embarrassed.’

And so, you accepted Kirishima’s confession. And he saw the sweetest smile you had ever given him since the first time he complimented your puns 😊❤️

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

#caravan commodities #special bindles #matchup #cutelittleriot.traveler #cutelittleriot.request #mha x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha matchup #bnha matchup #back on the grind #😊 #my other choices would’ve been Mirio or Sero

[cteranodon]

I'm gonna go with 34 for our dear doctor and not-a-spy-but-a-simple-tailor ;D Have fun!

(34: a kiss to pretend)

“How many times have I said, NOBODY MOVE!”

Nobody had been moving, so Bashir quite frankly didn’t know what the man’s problem was. The Orion who seemed to be leading the operation, however, was back to aggressively pointing his phaser rifle at the host of hostages before him.

Deep Space Nine had been infiltrated by a band of Orion, apparently a faction of war-hawking rebels, who had taken over Ops and were now planning to hijack a starship. Bashir’d had the bad fortune of being in Sisko’s office at the time, so he was stuck at phaserpoint with the rest of the senior staff.

“Colonel,” one of the other Orion said, “we’re getting a signal from the station’s hostage negotiator.”

This time, Bashir saw movement in the form of Sisko’s eyebrow arching. Bashir thanked his stars that Sisko had saved him the embarrassment of wondering for too long if the station had a hostage negotiator he didn’t know about.

“What do they want?” the Colonel demanded.

“He says he wants to negotiate the release of one of the hostages… in exchange for supplies.”

“What supplies?”

“He didn’t say yet.”

The Colonel spun on his heel to face the senior staff, absolute fury in his eyes. “And which of you is he planning to have us let go?”

“You know,” Jadzia said with a keen smile, “not letting the hostage negotiator do any negotiating… kind of defeats the purpose of us having him around.”

The Colonel opened and shut his mouth several times, before apparently conceding the point to Jadzia and making his way to another console to have his negotiations.

Sisko sidestepped closer to Jadzia to have a hushed conversation of his own with her. “I don’t suppose you know what’s going on here.”

“Not exactly,” Jadzia replied. “But I have a guess as to who our ‘negotiator’ really is.”

“And when will we know if your guess is correct?”

A much softer smile played on her face. “When we find out who they want released.”

After a minute, the Colonel, looking several orders of magnitude less grumpy than before, trudged back over to the senior staff. His eyes scanned over them, then he pointed his phaser rifle firmly at Bashir.

“You! Come with me.”

Jadzia responded with a click of her tongue and a “Thought so.”

That was enough for Bashir to catch on. He dutifully followed the Colonel over to the lift.

“Keep the rest of them right where they are,” the Colonel barked to one of his lackeys.

The whirring of the lift started before they called it. The Colonel didn’t seem to think anything was wrong with that at first; perhaps he didn’t realize it wasn’t quite so automatic. When the lift came into view, it had the two Orion who had been stationed just outside, flanking a certain Cardassian.

“Julian!” Garak stepped down and flung his arms around Bashir.

“Is this the appointed go-between?” the Colonel asked the guards.

“Yes, the package is below,” one of the guards said. “He insisted on coming up here—”

“Just to make sure my Julian is safe.” Garak accentuated the point with a kiss directly on Bashir’s lips, lasting several seconds, with a mechanical precision, before he broke and looked Bashir up and down. “I trust you aren’t hurt?”

“Hhhhhuh,” Bashir answered.

“You poor thing, you must be in shock.” Garak clasped Bashir by the shoulder and glanced back at the Colonel. “Thank you, my friend, for being willing to let him go.”

“I’m nothing if not reasonable,” the Colonel half-growled, not all that interested in remaining reasonable for very long. “Let’s go back down and do the exchange. The rest of you, make sure the other hostages don’t move one micron.”

Garak guided Bashir by the lower back to the lift, where they stood beside the Colonel as they were taken back down. Bashir was still a bit dazed from the kiss he wasn’t remotely expecting, but he noticed the crate left in the middle of the floor.

“Is that the package?” the Colonel asked.

“Y-yes, that’s the one,” Garak answered.

“Open it.”

Garak went to it with an affected nervousness, pressed a button, and removed the lid, standing back for the Colonel to see what was inside. “Latinum, a photon torpedo, and a weapon that I am told will put your current one to shame.”

Glee made itself known on the Colonel’s face as he tossed his phaser rifle aside (in the opposite direction from Garak and Bashir) and picked up a similar, but more contemporary-looking weapon from within the crate. “Now this is a rifle.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Garak smiled affably at the Colonel, an immediate signal to Bashir that the Colonel was already dead. “A gift from the Orion Syndicate.”

The room was filled with heavy silence for a five second count.

“…Excuse me?” the Colonel finally asked.

“Yes, delivered personally by Thadial Bokar, as a matter of fact.”

Another silence. Bashir wondered what it was Garak had just said, and how much this Colonel knew of what was about to happen. He could never really be sure with a trap set by the “plain” and “simple” “tailor.”

“How dare you speak that name to me.” Considering how temperamental the Colonel had been up to now, he was speaking remarkably evenly.

“Ah, is there some unpleasantness in your history?” Garak blinked innocently. “Perhaps there’s a message you’d like me to deliver him when I see him next?”

“I’d rather deliver it to him myself,” the Colonel said. “But… I might as well give it to you, first.”

He pointed the new rifle at Garak and pulled the trigger. Instantly, instead of any energy fired from the weapon, it was the Colonel himself who was surrounded by it, as he vanished with the distinctive sound of the transporter.

Garak eased his posture. “Well. I don’t believe he thought that idea through at all.”

Bashir had finally found his ability to speak. “Where did you… send him?”

“Nowhere at all. Or, at least, far enough away from the station that his body isn’t likely to collide with it. I doubt Chief O’Brien would appreciate the carcass of a reactionary terrorist arriving in one of the docking pylons.” Garak pulled the supposed photon torpedo out of the crate and began fiddling with it.

“No, I don’t suppose he would.” Bashir watched Garak carefully. “And what, dare I ask, are you doing with a torpedo?”

“Ah, but it’s not a torpedo, it’s a computer disguised with the casing of a torpedo. I can use it to interface remotely with the station’s transporters. I would hate for our Colonel to feel lonely out there, and he was so helpful in making sure the other officers of this station didn’t move, so I would know exactly who not to lock onto.”

“But if you have a torpedo casing, that means you have the internals of a photon torpedo elsewhere,” Bashir finished.

“Nonsense. Someone accidentally left an empty torpedo casing in my shop while I was measuring them for a wedding gown.”

“And how exactly is it that you can interface with the station’s transporters?”

“Oh, that knowledge I came by during my time with the Obsidian Order.”

Perhaps it was partially the lingering surprise from the kiss, but Bashir was once again shocked beyond words.

Garak offered Bashir a sweet smile. “That is what you wanted me to say, is it not?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have assumed you were… that is, I—”

“Not to worry. It’s untrue. I’m shocked you could believe me capable of something so disreputable as membership in the Obsidian Order.” Garak smirked as he went back to the torpedo casing. “It’s just some knowledge I was given as payment for a bit of weeding.”

“Weeding.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Now why do I find that so hard to believe?”

“I couldn’t say. You hardly have what I could describe as healthy skepticism. Ah!” Garak appeared to have finally pinpointed all of the persons in Ops. “Now, I’ll have to transport one more of them into space just to prove I mean business, otherwise they won’t surrender before killing your fellow Federation officers, plus Major Kira, and I simply couldn’t bear a world without her.”

“You’re not planning to just beam them all into space?” It had managed to take Bashir by surprise, and despite the fact that these particular Orion were all despicable, he found himself relieved.

“I know. You must be having an undue influence on me.”

“Are you sure? I mean, to a veteran spy, there must be value in the taking of prisoners.”

Garak rolled his eyes. “Certainly, to a veteran spy, but to me it just serves as a source of danger.”

“You think these Orion could be dangerous prisoners? What, you think they could take over the station again?”

Garak gasped, affixing Bashir with a scandalized gaze. “My dear Doctor! What possible reason could you have to jump to that conclusion?”

“It seemed like a natural—”

“Oh, I don’t believe that.” Garak stood, placing the torpedo/computer to one side, and stepped closer to Bashir. “There are any number of reasons political prisoners could be dangerous. You picked one of the least likely among those reasons. Escape! Now, perhaps my understanding of the human psyche is not what it should be, but I wonder if some part of you… hopes for a second takeover of the station? Perhaps…” He stepped closer still. “Perhaps you are hoping that I will perform the same harried spouse routine for them a second time?”

Bashir was feeling very warm all of a sudden, but he managed to say “The thought hadn’t even occurred to me, my dear Mister Garak.”

“Ah. Well, I’m disappointed to hear it.” Garak didn’t back down. “Rest assured, I will take a different angle in future rescues.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Hm.” Garak had the smug aura that signaled that Bashir had played right into his hands. “Then perhaps you want to rehearse? Only to ensure that you play the part better in the future, of course.”

“Naturally.” Bashir didn’t let his eyes back down from Garak’s, despite the intensity of the situation and how badly he wanted to break. “Perhaps some preparation work will do me good.”

There was a twinkle in Garak’s eye as he smiled back. “Then prepare a list of fake terms of endearment that are believable but uncomfortable to hear. Putting the listener in a position of discomfort is the key to the entire operation. I expect at least twenty, and I plan to critique each one at length.”

For the umpteenth time today, Bashir was left speechless.

“Now then. I must return to the problem at hand.” Garak swiftly placed a kiss on Bashir’s cheek, then spun to face his contraption. “Well done out there for your first run, my dear Doctor.”

(Sorry this took forever! Hope you enjoyed! ao3 link in comments.)

#garashir #ctenfic #elim garak #julian bashir #ds9 fanfic #captainsaku

[bereaving]

Haha I definitely to that too 😅 I always know about the gays before I start to watch a new show, okay thats probably the only reason why I start them 😅 but here I have to say, I loved Hill House and so for me it was clear that I would watch Bly Manor too without even knowing anything about it. So I was even more happy to see a gay love story. But it was probably the first show I've started without knowing anything about the story or characters. And no other show was ever stucked in my head like this one. So its a relief to have people to talk to about it, cause there's a lot to talk about in general, about the whole story and all the little details. So I'm glad i

It is! I mean I loved her from the start and she's like all tough and she always knows what to say yk what I mean? At first glance she seems like a really outgoing person but she's not. She keeps isolating herself and only opens up to a few people, her chosen family. And she slowly opens up to Dani, too. That's so special in their relationship. Her character is just portrayed perfectly and I identify with Jamie so much and yeah it's just great to see how Amelia is bringing that to us as viewers. There are some movies with her coming up and I can't wait to see them 😍

Haha yeah I get that 😂 I've been thinking about it a lot. I mean she might have noticed all the signs but then I think about Jamie's character and idk maybe her fear of being let down again, from people she really cares about, would've been bigger than her desire for love? She's definitely good at reading people so what if she would know that there's something bothering Dani (like seeing the ghost of her ex) and she wouldn't want to put much pressure on her by making a move on her? To not like scare her away? And tbh I'd never thought that Dani would be the one to show Jamie she likes her 😇 it was so bold and I was like shocked 😅👌

I'm so glad to hear that actually. It is for me too. I'm really glad I've found Tumblr and all these amazing people on here. It's just such a great place to make new friends and also finding new shows (with gays) 😅 I'm being honest, I'm obsessed with these two, too. Cause not only do I love both of the actresses but I also love how their relationship is portrayed and how Amelia and Victoria bring them to life. I mean, their chemistry was off the charts 😍 it's so amazing to watch, not thinking of how the ending completely destroyed me, cause I'm still recovering from that 😪

“ I always know about the gays before I start to watch a new show, okay that’s probably the only reason why I start them 😅” Anon, I feel and relate to this with every fiber of my being. More answer below the cut because this got long, oh my god. I apologize for my tendency to ramble.

Horror and supernatural genres are really non-starters for me. When Hill House first came out, a lot of my friends were talking about it and praising it, but that didn’t really intrigue me, cause I was very much on the “Horror? Nah” camp. What piqued my curiosity with Bly seeing this set on my dashboard, and then this one too. Safe to say I was a goner. IDK how common it is, but I’m on a completely opposite train of having watched Bly first before I saw Hill House.

Jamie is honestly like the cure to toxicity I never knew I needed. So many characters in tv shows or movies that I’ve seen have been on a similar road with her in terms of having a traumatic childhood and a rough life prior to us knowing her. Most of them all would take the “I had a shit life so I will be Grumpy™️ all the time and treat everyone like crap.” They become dicks. And I embrace them anyway because the background I’ve been given -or the handful of times when they don’t act like an absolute wanker- have made me excuse their shitty behavior and dismiss their awfulness. It’s not until Jamie comes along that I properly paused and said, “Wait... hang on a minute.” You get the notion that she’s acting all chill and casual, she tells it like it is, she’s patient towards everyone but especially to Dani, and then... her monologue happened. And that fully made me realize that: 1). I love her with my whole heart, and 2). characters don’t have to be dicks to be interesting. Mind=blown. Seeing her arc from this person who’s kinda in the background, and then slowly approached a more central and integral role to the storyline is really like seeing a flower bloom. 

There is definitely that possibility, in hypothetically thinking about Jamie making the first move, that her fear of disappointment and heartbreak could stop her from taking the first step, or holding herself back because she knows Dani’s got issues that she needs to resolve and Jamie doesn’t want to put that kind of pressure on her. There are always expectations when it comes to these things, so to put it off or just not do it altogether, no matter what the reason is, is understandable.  That being said, if we’re still on this Jamie Making Her First Move train, I imagine that once she’s got a hint that Dani is ready, or that Dani wants her to, she’ll either take it straight away or she’d go, “Does this mean what I think it means?” first, just to assure herself.

Dani is BOLD. Like a font 😆 She is smol and fierce when it comes to what she wants and who she wants, and it’s so refreshing to see! When she reached out for Jamie’s hand I was full on squealing into my pillow, and when Jamie turned and said, “Who the hell knew?” I was on the floor. I fucking lost it. I mean I knew it was coming... but I lost it anyway. It was fucking awesome.

Bly (and to an extent, Mike Flanagan) has changed the course of my 2020, and I know that can come off as an exaggeration, but it well and truly did. The ending has for sure destroyed me, but I’m one of the people who actually find enjoyment in seeing a good tragedy unfold on screen. It was fucking brutal; the way you know where Jamie and Dani are inevitably going, and it pains me to no end when we finally see it unfold, but it brings me great comfort and satisfaction, too. It was a story well told. More than well told - masterfully told. When I finally started Hill House, the shock that I had that Victoria is the one who played Nell AND Dani did not go away until episode 5, and by the time I finished the episode, I lost it all over again. She really is Duchess of Microexpressions, and the way she can imbue her performances with such distinct physicalities is a goddamn marvel. It’s been... how long now since I finished Bly and Hill House, and Dani and Nell are still in my head. I think about Dani, and I think about Nell, and every idle thought I have would often lead me back to them. I’m excited to see what Amelia has in store in terms of her career. If this means I have to follow her into the horror path... I suspect I would, tbh. Her and Victoria can make me watch just about anything (except Netflix’s You). I would also not oppose to them being back on The Haunting series, or play together on screen again either with similar or different dynamics to Bly.

#ask #anonymous #mother of thor this got super long #thobm asks

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

Can you do a scenario for Law s/o can take people souls and body parts (likes Law) so she decides to take something of Laws that calls himself a man (if you know what I'm mean) and hides to where he can't find her, she calls him on his transponder snail and tells him she that she wants to play a game. She torture Law by pleasuring him very slow until he's a moaning mess (like screaming and begging) later that day Law gets revenge. Can you make it a long and rough NSFW please.

LOVE how Tumblr just randomly decided to reload the site while I was finishing this up so I could re-do all of my changes again :)

I hope I got this right and that youdon’t mind, but I changed certain things up a little bit (mainly by having Law accidentally givehis girlfriend the ‘you-know-what’ and forgetting to take it backinstead xD

This goes without saying but big warning for some odd(?) filth under the cut~!

Dirty Law scenario: Taken

A goddamn fool. That’s the term Lawwould use to describe himself right now. His hands were shaking as hestared down at the bowl sitting right infront of him, almost as ifthis ‘special soup á la Bepo’ held the answer to all of hisquestions, especially those concerning his current situation. The surgeons cheeks wereflushed and sweat ran down his forehead as he impatiently bounced hislegs against the ground, sometimes loud enough to distract from allthe little groans that escaped from his throat. How the hell did he forget?How the hell could he forget?! For a moment his eyes wandered down to his lapto check again and make sure that this wasn’t just an awful dream-but no, there was indeed nothing there. Another groan escaped hislips as he looked across the table, past all the concerned lookingcrewmates that hesitantly slurped their soup, and right into the eyesof the culprit. A faux innocent smile was dancing on (Y/N)’s lipsas she slowly lifted her spoon while wiggling her eyebrows in Law’s direction as she noticed his staring. How. Dare. She.

Said man clenched his teeth andmuttered a low curse before lowering his gaze to look at the souponce more. Oh, this was far from being over.

Last night certainly was wild- after all, both he and (Y/N)did all sorts of crazy stuff to work off their desperation and pent up tension- and while it felt amazing to completely let go of allworries and concerns for a brief moment, the surgeon made a terriblemistake. At some point he… god, Law couldn’t even remember how exactly ithappened, but he must have…. 'taken off’ his dick and handed it to(Y/N) so she could have some ‘fun’ while he probably watched (which was, to be honest, one ofthe hottest things they ever added to their collections of odd kinks),but- appearantly, Law must have forgotten to… ‘reattach’ it afterwards. So the next morning, while stillfeeling calm and relaxed from the great sex, the grumpy pirate was quickto notice that his girlfriend was missing from the bed. Must have gotten up early,he quickly assumed and walked into the bathroom to get ready himself,which was when he noticed. Something was wrong. Or, to be morespecific, something was missing. An until this point unknown feeling of panic immediately spread through hiswhole body and mind, the former state of relaxation now completelygone as Law tried to recall what exactly happened to his cock lastnight.

And then the call.

God forbid that you just leave him be for one day and not pull something that would get Law all worked upagain. What kind of game was this to you? Hiding from him, evadinghim- even threatening to hurt his manhood if he’d dare to come lookfor you!!! This whole day was just pure torture, you were clearly using thissituation for your own sick amusement while he was forced to walk around thesubmarine, barely able to go on with his daily chores and things whiletrying to repress any urges rising up- because clearly you weresomewhere, playing with him (or rather, his cock) while he had to stay strong and endure all ofit. And ontop of that, you even had the gall to show up to lunch withthat huge smile on your face and a little box by your side- oh Law knewwhat was inside but couldn’t do anything about it- which you were aware of, of course. I mean, imagine ifhis crewmates caught wind of this? No, he would not deal with that, might as well open a hatch and drown himself in the sea.Clearly you must have had some sort of wicked plan or perhaps just felt confident enough to make such a bold move, because now the surgeon wassitting across from you with his whole body shaking while you allowedyour hand to wander into the box every now and then to edge him on even further.

Oh you were going to pay dearly forthis, Law silently swore to himself while his eyes burned a hole into the bowlwith soup infront of him. Luckily the awkward lunch break didn’tlast too long either, and after a few small spoons of what he assumed to be simple cabbage water the young surgeon rosefrom the table to head into the direction of his room, but notbefore coldly staring at you once more and basically giving you the silent orderto come along. A small giggle escaped your tender lips as you stoodup as well and grabbed the box, which was already rumored to hold some sortof forbidden treasure by Shachi and Penguin, and quickly followedafter your boyfriend. However, much to your suprise, Law almost immediately seemed to vanish from your sight as you exited the kitchen to accompany him through the hallway- but with a simple shrug you carried on, humminghappily as you made your way into his large bedroom. Well, and fromthere on out things got… wild. again.

You barely managed to fully enter the room as thedoor already slammed shut behind you, and a cold hand quickly wrapped itself around yourwrist and basically pushed you against the wall. Upon looking up you came faceto face with your boyfriend, who was still gritting his teeth with aflushed expression dancing on his tired features. That sight alone already caused another giggle toescape from you as you tightly held onto the box- which was undoubtlythe thing Law was after, even if his eyes were locked on your face.

„I think you have something thatbelongs to me…“ was all he managed to get out, his voice sounding strained and hoarse as his hand slightly squeezed your wrist. But instead of giving in and ending this little game as well as his desperation, you decided to continueteasing him. „Mh… do I now? I think you’ll have toremind me,“ you pouted and blinked a few times to fakeignorance, but a moment later Law’s other hand slammed againstthe wall right next to your face, his expression furious as he slowlypressed himself against you in an attempt to keep you trapped between the wall and his body.

„Enough with the games, (Y/N)-ya,“the young man growled and lowered his gaze, seemingly prepared to just go ahead andgrab the box- but you were faster and quickly freed your hand from his grip andreached inside of it, giving its content a tight squeeze. Lawimmediately threw his head back as he started to hiss with unbearablepleasure and pain as you reminded him of who it was that had the upperhand.

„Your tone seems pretty pointed rightnow… why don’t you relax a bit~?“ you smirked and started to rub alonghis shaft again, which was already stuck in a constant state of hardness thanks toyour treatment. But of course you would always stop with touching it before Law couldactually come. All this pent up pleasure and the need to release made your boyfriend feel and look quite animalistic, after all he found himself close to losing itmultiple times throughout the day. But now that you were right there infront of him, enough was enough.

„AAAAH!!“ you suddenly started toshriek as your back rubbed against the wall- Law was nowlooming over you with his face only inches away from yours, and thehand that had previously grasped your wrist was now forcing its wayinto your pants, where it immediately started to rub against the fabric of yourpanties. And as expected, carrying his dick around all day did havean effect on you as well, which caused him to groan with relief. Now you weren’t exactly 'wet’, butLaw could clearly feel the heat that was radiating off of your core.Out of habit your hips started to grind against his coldhand, which immediately send a shiver down your spine as youtightened your grip around his manhood, forcing the surgeon release another loudgroan.

„Not so much fun getting roughenedup, right (Y/N)-ya?“ he growled and aggressively pinched your sensitive nub through your panties, which caused you to cry out in amix of pleasure and pain. „Hnnn… you…“ a disappointedwhimper left your lips as you paid him back by vigorously stroking along his shaft, but that only encouraged Law to rub against your still clothed entrance even faster.

„Whatever you do, now that I got you right here… I can pay you backeven worse,“ he whispered hoarsely and quickly pushed yourpanties aside to insert a single digit into your womanhood, causingyou to arch your back and press yourself against him with need. Truthto be told, having him treat you roughly like this after what you puthim through this day was actually exactly what you had anticipated,and the way Law looked at you, almost as if he was a feral beast…it was too much to handle. A loud moan escaped from your throat asyour hand held onto his arm while he continued to finger you, but unfortunately his mind wasn’t really as clouded as you had expected,and that small moment of carelessness from you was enough for Law to smirk ashe quickly pulled the box from you and almost jumped backwards, causinghis fingers to leave your hot womanhood in the process. „E-Eh…?“you blinked a few times as you noticed that the box as well as his hands and body were gone, and upon looking back at your boyfriend you couldn’t help butpout. Seems like your little game came to an early conclusion…

„Oh… not fair! You tricked me!“you huffed with faked anger as Law reached inside the box, seeminglyignoring you in the process, and pulled out his hard and erect cock. „Goddamn it, (Y/N)-ya…“ he hissedthrough clenched teeth as holding his manhood alone already send morepleasure down his body, but then a quick look at your squirming figure caused a light bulb to suddenly go off inhis mind as Law‘s eyes locked on you- or, more specifically- acertain spot between your legs… 

Within the blink of an eye he waslooming over you again, his face cold and unmoving as he quicklypulled both your pants and panties down with one swift motion. „L-Law?“ you tilted your head tothe side as you reached out to wrap your arms around your boyfriendfor support, unsure on what he was going to do. I mean… judging byhis actions you’d assume that he was going to fuck you like usual, but… Hisdick was still not where it belonged, so what was he doing?!

„I bet you had a lot of fun doingthis last night, (Y/N)-ya… Too bad I can’t remember most of it, butperhaps this’ll help jog my memory…?“ he muttered and spreadyour legs with one hand while the other one was tightly holding ontohis still detached dick, now bringing it closer and closer to yourbo- oh. Was this it? Your eyes widened with shock as he suddenlyrammed his length inside of you, immediately causing your eyes to rollback with pleasure as he pulled it out again, only to slam it rightback in. You could feel his hot and ragged breathing as sweat randown Law’s browbone; his eyes were half-closed as he moved hisdick in and out of your dripping core at a fast pace. This was the sort of relief hewas seeking the whole day because of you and your ‘game’, and it didn’t matterwhether it was his hips or hands that allowed him to bury himself inside of yourdepths, he just needed to feel you. His hand speed up more and more as moan after moan rolled offyour tongue, your walls tightly clenched around him as the sight of Law fucking you with his detached dick only turned you on more and more.

Neither one of you was able to keep this going for long though, and after a few more powerful thrusts you felt your orgasm approaching- which caused Law to groan and lift one of your legs over his shoulder so hecould thrust in even deeper and fully bury himself in your warmth until he reached his climax and paintedyour insides white. His hand was keeping a tight hold on the base of his cock as his entire body began to shake, and a moment later you released a loud cry of your own to signal that you reached the edge as well.

Did he ever manage to fuck you that deep before…? Probably not, and as you tried to calm down yourbreathing your gaze wandered down to his now stained dick stillresting in his hand, which caused a small laugh to mix in with your panting. Your arms were still wrapped around his neck as you leaned forward topress a playful kiss to his warm cheek before whispering:

„So… are you all better? Then, can I have my little toy back now~?“

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[popculturedruid]

How would you recommend finding out more about an entity when the source material is very vague, limited, and not very popular? I'm trying to figure out a pantheon based on the Great Ones from Bloodborne, but information about pretty much all of them is few and far between. Also, I have trouble meditating due to literal ADHD, do you have any ideas for how to concentrate better? Thank you so much, your blog is lovely!!

Aww, thank you so much! That means a lot!

This is such a good question. I wanted to take some time here again to really answer this one to give you a proper answer. That’s why it took me a bit to get back to you.

I understand your frustration here. It is very frustrating to look for information about your desired entity and find little to nothing. I looked up Bloodborne just to see what we were getting at, then quickly realized I was going to give myself spoilers because I probably wanted to play this game. :)

From the bit that I let myself get a look at, the Great Ones pantheon immediately reminds me of the Daedra from the Elder Scrolls games. Not in such basic terms as good and evil, but simply from the scope of multiple forms, alternate planes, and just generally screwing with people. There is a fairly large group of Tamriel PCPs on Tumblr, it might be worth a look to check into see how they structure their relationships for ideas to maybe start your own. I’m going to refer you over to @popculturepagan who has a tag on Elder Scrolls PCP. Not saying you need to go that way at all, I’m just trying to show you another pantheon that’s a bit more established that might give you some ideas to help you get yours started!

It appears the direct reference for the Great Ones is H.P. Lovecraft and his “Great Old Ones.” You have undoubtedly heard of Cthulhu. Cthulhu is just a high priest to one of them. Many folks make Cthulhu and the Great Old Ones out to be chibi, but if you read the stories, they’re actually quite terrifying. If you haven’t read the stories, and you’re still itching for more Bloodborne, the best place to go would be for the inspiration for the Great Ones: Lovecraft’s stories. He wrote many, but you can get the stories that just contain the ones with Cthulhu. I think they would also mostly include the Great Old Ones in those as well. His stories are just great in general, however. From these stories of the GOO (I got tired writing that out :P), you could probably pick up a bit more on the general characteristics of your GOs.

I would also encourage you to search through fanfiction. I have called fanfiction our weird version of Shared Personal Gnosis. If the community in general kinda feels a certain way about a character, they generally might be on to something.

For instance, everyone is probably going to say that Luke Skywalker seems like a pretty swell guy. He’s not likely to go nuts anytime soon (I would though, all alone on that planet, let’s be real). If someone writes a version of Luke that runs around murdering all the things for the lolz, people are generally going to disagree.

(That’s not to say you can’t end up contacting a different version of that entity, but that’s getting into something different, and that’s where the theory of multiverses comes into play. And how @octomantra and I have two different Eds in our heads.)

You might point out again that this is a small community still, and a character being out of character this early on is not going to be as obvious as Luke running around killing all the younglings. But I hope you would start to see a trend in how others are viewing this world as well, even if they aren’t viewing it in the exact same way. It’s still getting built.

Here’s the link to the Archive of Our Own Bloodborne Tag: https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Bloodborne%20(Video%20Game)/works

Fanfiction.net:https://m.fanfiction.net/game/Bloodborne/

I also noticed there is a huge crossover community at FF.net. Not sure if that really would mean much to you, but here you are:https://m.fanfiction.net/crossovers/Bloodborne/12234/

As for your question about ADHD and meditating, I feel your pain here. I have this, and it takes a lot for me to focus. To get my brain even in the mindset I say the Jedi code about 3 times until my brain realizes we’re going to just STOP for a second. And this takes a sheer force of will to get it to stop and focus. For a moment. It’s fine if you can’t, I’m lucky if I can for about 30 seconds before my brain is on to whatever else I thought I needed to do next.

In answering your question, however, I realized that for me if I truly want to meditate and reach out to my entities I have to create a place in my head where I’m going. It can’t just be “breathe in, breathe out.” Then my brain starts going, “wait, am I doing the breathing right? Wait, is my mind wandering? Wait, I’m still the only person in this room, right?” Even though I know damn well I’m the only person in the room because I would have heard it, but my brain just thinks, “ooh, shiny!” And I’m gone.

If I want to actually talk to my people for more than 10 seconds I have to create a place in my head for me to actually be standing in. You would think it’d be more distracting, but apparently once I’m out of how distracting this world is I’m fine. The other place can’t be too detailed either though, otherwise I’m like, “hey, I got to get closer to that countertop because I don’t know what color it is EXACTLY, and if I don’t know right now, I may literally die.” Forget the fact I’m talking to someone, nope, I’m gone.

You will fail sometimes, and it will be fine. I do it frequently enough. I usually don’t go into meditation to talk to my entities, I just talk out loud. I suppose this could be a talking meditation if I’m focusing hard enough. This doesn’t always work. I have a particularly amusing memory of trying to pseudo meditate/talk to tell Colonel Mustang “happy birthday, Colonel” and “it is good to meet you” in Japanese on his birthday. I’d only been learning the language for 3 days. I had worked fairly hard to get to this point, so I was fairly proud of myself. Colonel Mustang had been grumpy all day, and I had a fairly good idea why. So I thought, “hey, let’s try to greet him in the language his original materials were printed in to see if it will cheer him up.” It did, for about 30 seconds, until my brain completely derailed because I knew one of the words wasn’t translating properly. I spent the next at least 20 minutes tracking the problem until I somewhat figured it out. By then though, the damage was done. He was back to being irritated, and I got the distinct impression he wouldn’t even look at me. At the time, I was disappointed. Now, it’s funny because I realize he was throwing a hissy fit. (The chaos in my head, right now.)

So, as silly as it sounds, make a happy place. A field in the middle of nowhere, a snowy plain, your favorite movie, a library, the actual area your characters are from, wherever. Create the starting place, but let the world build itself. That’s what I do. I don’t build it. I let it happen. It’s less stressful, and less distracting.

It sounds insanely difficult, but it’s not. We don’t let our imaginations run free anymore, but when we do, it’s beautiful.

Besides building your happy place, I also try to minimize distractions by going into a room where I won’t be disturbed by someone for at least a fair bit of time. I have to make sure the room is straightened first. It doesn’t have to be absolutely cleaned, but just tidied first or I can’t concentrate on anything other than, “did you just invite your friends over to a pig sty?” I turn off the lights. I get into comfortable clothing, which for me is just sweatpants and a hoodie. I get into a comfortable position, it doesn’t matter if it’s sitting or laying down, hell it can be standing if it’s what works for you. Just make sure you can stay in it without having to move. I like lighting a candle, because candles. I pull up my hoodie and just start zoning and talking. I focus on a place right behind my eyes, oddly enough. It actually slightly hurts, but I’m assuming it’s because I have strabismus, and I’m making my eyes go straight. I actually caution against falling asleep in this state. I have done it a couple times, and it’s like you bring things back from whatever gate you didn’t close. I have had the oddest dreams while falling asleep mid-meditation. That’s just me. Maybe you’ll find something else. :D

If and when you decide to get your practice started, whether with the Great Ones or whomever, and if you create a Tumblr, please let me know. Or even if you just create anything let me know so I can have a link for the next person who comes asking. This community only gets bigger when we reach out to each other! I am super happy to see new universes get people everyday. It’s super exciting!

Best of luck! I hope I helped a little, and please, please, please let me know if you have any more questions!

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