#i dont care what you have to do to bring them back in the loop

[diabolimeservavit666]

Screw the Quartermaines, the Corinthoses, the Cassadines, and every other major family in General Hospital.

I need these two back, now. I need the Rivera twins in my life.

Mostly, Carlos but I'm not kicking Joseph to the curb either.

I could never discuss enough how much these images mean to me.

Or most importantly:

Both Riveras holding the one thing that's keeping them together.

#i dont care what you have to do to bring them back in the loop #but do it #griffin munro as well #yes im being biased #and stubborn as hell #but i dont care #i need my boys back #general hospital #fangirl confessions #fangirl problems #carlos rivera #joseph rivera #teddy rivera #sabrina santiago #jeffrey vincent parise #this is very important #to me at least #quartermaines #corinthoses #cassadines #gh families #carlos x sabrina #one thing holding them together #they werent close #but he never knew how much he needed him #until it was too late #the way hes holding his nephew #hes desperately trying to hold on #he just cant do it #i was going to go nuts on images but it only allows thirty

[luvmila444]

Photo Booth - C.S

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Chris sturniolo x fmreader

summary: visiting the classic Photo Booth with you boyfriend chris and his brothers becomes a bit dirty while left alone in the booth together.

content warning: SMUT; dry humping; switch chris; praise kink; public (kinda?); no actual p in v

word count: 1.6k words

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“I can’t believe you guys are back here again, what is this the fourth time now?” You ask in a joking tone looking toward the three boys in-front of you. 

“Fifth,” nick corrects in his usual smart, know-it-all tone that i love so much. 

“Yeah, but hey, it’s not the same as the last time because this time we have you,” Chris grinned goofily at you as he started to walk closer to you. Chris has been your boyfriend for almost four months now and you guys couldn’t be happier. You didn’t just love being around him and all his stupid statements that make no sense, or his smell of familiar cologne that lingers in the air, or the way his large hands felt caressing you back soothingly while relaxing. No, you also love being with his family and friends and fans. Everything about you guys was perfect.

Chris slowly moved around you and snakes his hands around your waist before lowering his head down onto your shoulder. You still get butterflies from these small loving actions that he does toward you, but you just can’t help it, he just brings it out in you. Chris was a real touchy person and you loved it. It made you feel so comfortable. You loved that after a passionate night of rough crazy sex, he would then take care of you and envelope you into a tranquil sensual cuddle that would quickly send you both off into a very peaceful sleep.

After a few second, which felt like a lot longer as time had always seemed to slow down when you guys were together, you suddenly remember a familiar presence in the room…

“Woah, yeah thanks for that guys, i was going for the traumatised look while i was in that booth,”matt says with an eye roll while he steps backwards and begins to rub his eyes. The boys then begin to comically argue but i soon drown it out as i look up at chris standing above me.  His hair floppy and falling in-front of his face looking so soft that i could just run my hands through it or tug at at it gently. 

“Yeah, well I’m gonna go freshen up and check myself before taking any photos,” nick cuts everyone off with his assertive tone before beginning to turn around and in the direction of the bathroom, “anyone else coming?’ He asks not sparing a glance to turn as he heard the family footsteps of matt and the car keys that jingled from side to send on his belt loop, doing a short quick jog behind him to get to his side.

As matt and nick exited the room. Chris quickly whirled you around, so you were now facing each other. He was taller than you but that did not stop you from still seeing and admiring every detail of his perfect face, from the smiles lines that were now forever present on his face to the slower vanishing freckles that were once dotted on his nose but only really come out when the sun hits him just right. 

“I have an idea,” he grins, a grin of mischief which you can only assume with get you in trouble latter with his brothers. You tilt my head to the side and squint my eyes and allowing him to finish what he was saying and tell you what this ‘idea’ he had was. “Do you want to do a practise run of the booth without them?” He asked excitedly, it is almost difficult to decline him.

“Chris, i think you’ve had enough practise runs with the a million times you’ve come here before,” you are almost scolding but seeing his face with his ever-present smirk plastered on their you just gave in to easily, “but i dont know how it works so show me,”you then exclaim excitedly before he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the booth, pulling back the curtain and sitting inside. 

It was a lot smaller than you had originally thought, but then again it was quite old fashioned and there was never any harm in getting a little too close to your boyfriend while his brothers aren’t present. So, you decide to place yourself on his lap and close the curtain with one and as the other hand wraps itself around Chris’s neck for stability. 

You hadn’t even noticed how much Chris had enjoyed the touch until you try and get yourself more comfortable on his lap, wriggling about making Chris go crazy behind you. 

“Ma, I’m gonna go crazy if you keep doing that to me”.

You only giggle before sitting still again, however, still missing the small sensation that built up inside the pit of your stomach at the feeling of yourself grazing his crotch area while getting comfy. Chris felt it as well and couldn’t help but get.a little turned on by the action either. But when Chris got turned on, you noticed. 

He rested is head on your shoulder and brings his hands to your waist much like before, but this isn’t as comforting as it once was, this was dirtier and needy. You attempted to ignore it as you turned to the screen of the booth that was going to take your photos and were selected the options for you to use. At that moment you could have sworn that you felt Chris lift his lap upwards into you. 

You let out a gasp at the feel of the now prominent bulge that was now present under his dark cargos. Fuck just the graze of it on your thigh was making you wetter at the moment. 

Chris lifted his head slightly from the crook of your neck and turned it as he began to kiss gently kisses below your ear and onto your neck. Fuck. 

“Chris, we can’t do this right now? look where we are” you try to send Chris straight and attempted to use a stretcher voice that however ended as a quiet moan. Your noises only provoked chris more at this point. He didn’t respond to your question but instead planted more open-mouthed kisses onto you. 

You were having a mental battle with yourself at that very moment as you knew if you voiced it, chris would not be much help. You then decided to give in and slowly begun to move your hips onto his crotch. You could feel him growing harder under you from my movements. He decided to grasp your hips firmer and guide then just how he had wanted onto his clothed cock and helping you to move.

What was once slow grinding became quickly paced, you couldn’t help but let out a moan that wasn’t loud enough to be heard by matt or nick but could be heard if you were close enough to the booth. Chris removed one of his hands from your waists and placed it onto your mouth, muffling you and ensuring you don’t make any more erotic sounds. 

He pulled you even closer if that was possible and continued to move up into you at a crazy pace and you could now feel his pulsating dick beneath the fabric of his trousers making your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“That feel good, ma? You Like humping me when anyone could walk in?” He whispers close into your ear and all you can do is lean your head back onto his shoulder as a muffled whimper had escaped you. 

He continued to rut up into you and a continuous pace and making sure that you felt everything, while sloppily placing open mouth kissed onto your shoulder. The sensation of his clothed dick still hitting your clit was now getting you so worked up that you felt the familiar tightness in you. 

You could feel the knot in your stomach growing tighter as you moved faster and harder on his lap. Again, and again and again. 

“Fuck you’re close already, ma?” he mocks you in your ear in a deep voice that almost send you over the edge. Embarrassment filling your body as you realise that Chris is aware of the power that he has over you. 

You didn’t even realise that Chris had removed the hand that was once in his mouth to play around with the buttons on the machine and before you knew it, the booth was capturing yours and Chris’s pleasure in its old fashioned black and white photographs. 

You began to circle your hip to get just the right pressure onto my clit before i released all over his lap and feeling the knot snap in your stomach as your orgasm washed over you still feeling Chris’s hands still guiding your hips, holding you still very close through your high. Which was captured perfectly on the photo booths camera.

Then you felt his dick twitch against your sensitive clit, which made you let ou a cry while he groaned into my ear. Chris had now taken complete control of your waist, using you to rub himself through his orgasm, which you happily allowed. 

You felt super sensitive due to his fast motions, but it still felt unreal, so you just let him do his thing until he slowed his movements, leaving his hands on your hips while you leaned your head to the side to relax on his shoulder. 

“Fuck, you make me feel so crazy, ma” he turns his head to you giving you a dopey grin ad his eyes are now blown out with lust. 

“I could completely say the same for you, baby” you say before patting down his hair and kissing his lips in a quick passionate kiss. You lean away from each other and hold one another’s gaze while having your foreheads pressed together. You both were very much appreciating the moment until…

“I beg that you clean that seat before any of us sit on it, please,” you hear a disgusted whine coming from nick from further away outside the curtain. 

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A/n: thank so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed if i have made any mistakes please do not hesitate to let me know. I wrote this purely because im obsessed with the booth by Bryant era and i wanted it back… anyway

Love all my angels (especially @gamermattsgf) 💞

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #smut

[rerefundslocals]

Do it right j.jk

Summary : tip toeing has never gotten you anywhere, and with your undying crush for your roommate, you definitely aren't tip toeing through it too.

>>pairing : Jungkook x fem!reader

>>trope : roommates to lovers

>>genre : tiny angst, fluff, tiny ahh smut

>>word count : 1.7k

>>warnings/tags : softkoo, teasing, makeout sesh, dry humping, cumming through panties and briefs, mention of jungkooks legs, confessions, some attempt at poetry?.., they're cute.

a/n - uhh I'm trying to get descriptive as possible with my writing, but for now, here's something from jungkooks part 1 live!! And just little side comment. Set me free pt 2?!?!? Makes me wanna write for Jimin😭. Uhm anyways enjoy and feedback is very encouraging and I want it so much, so please don't be shy. (Not proof read)

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"Too cold or too hot?"

"Just right, Kook."

Sitting in your shared living room, you and your roommate sit discussing the weather.

"Right?! Thank heavens this weather isn't boiling or freezing us to death." Jungkook exaggerates, while standing up to head to the kitchen.

His legs are on display today as he sports a Nike short and a black shirt, hair ridden as it frames his pretty face. Though you won't tell him.

"Yup." You reply, popping your p.

Your head is tilted to the side as you try to peak at Jungkook, and see what he is doing in the kitchen. He looks like he's pouring a drink for you both as your ears recieve the sound of two glasses hitting the countertop and you lick your lips at the though of the drink. Your cravings for jungkooks treat sitting at the back of your mind.

Both you and Jungkook have been roommates for about 4 years and oh has it been the most tempting years of your life.

While you try to avoid your feelings, You're completely oblivious of Jungkooks own.

Well mainly cause, he'll like to bring his hookups in the apartment and fuck them dizzy till morning while you quietly sob cause you're in that deep.

But they'd be gone by morning. The feelings, you mean. Atleast you try to rid them by getting hookups as well, and damn, they dont work. You'll be thinking of Jungkook during a makeout sesh, and it completely throws you off.

Why did you fall for him again? Why can't he like you back? And why is it yout goddamn roommate of four years?

All these questions play like a song playing on loop on your Spotify playlist. Haunting you on and on.

And this song. It never stops. As hard as you try to pause the song, to stop the song, or move on to the next song. It is nearly impossible and it pisses you off.

Because you just wanna play the next song. You wanna think of something different.

Maybe the sun and how bright it is, or the stars and how glowy they are or even think of what to eat Tommorow. But it is almost impossible with that same damn song playing in your mind and worst part ever?

You aren't fucking bored of it.

The glass in front of you and Jungkooks voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"You're zoning out an awfall lot, Princess." He teases, but lowkey serious.

"O-Oh right, Thanks, Kook." You reply, completely letting the petname pass off as normal.

Jungkook moves closer to you out of instinct as one of his hands come up to fix your sundress strap that was falling off.

You cough slightly, "Thank you, Kook." He only nods and lays his head on your bare shoulder right after taking a sip of his iced coffee.

"Tell me what's on your mind." He prods.

What is on your mind? Could possibly be him. But you won't tell him that.

"A date I have tonight." You blurt. Well it's not entirely a lie, but Mya did invite you for this double date with strangers she found on tinder.

To be fair, she thought it'd be fun.

Jungkook bluffs as he sits up. "You? A date? Since when?"

"Oh why do you care?" You spit. Unintentionally being mean.

"I was just joking, chill. And it was a simple question, ____." You render in your head, that yeah it was a simple question and you're just so fucking sensitive, because you have a big fat crush on Jungkook. Emphasis on the fat.

"Right. I lowkey don't wanna go though." You mumble, but Jungkook catches it.

"Stay with me then. We can ball out on the Whiskey and watch some John Wick before the new one comes out. And when it does, watch it with me. On me. I'll pay for everything." He says, eyes daring into yours as he finishes, tongue toying with his lip piercing.

When you dint respond for almost a minute. Jungkooks tattooed hand reaches out to touch your bare thigh, caressing it softly to gain your attention. "Mmh,Princess. What ya' think?"

Stuttering, "oh yeah right, that's perfect. I'll text Mya to cancel." You respond.

Jungkooks hand never leaves your thigh as he continues to caress it while you scramble for your phone that's next to you, to send Mya a quick text.

Your mind is wobbly and all over the place as you text Mya. Jungkooks hand distracting the shit out of you.

You : Hey, Babes. I'm sooooooo sorry but Junhkook lowkey making a move rn and I'm canceling on that date 😓 pls don't kill me. Atleast you can have a threesome tonight!!😟🕺🏾🕺🏾

After sending your informing but long text, Mya quickly responds the second you do.

Mya <3!! : I hate u😟 but have fun m'lady😓💕

You chuckle at the text, almost forgetting Jungkooks hand laying on your thigh.

Settling your phone down, you mumble an 'excuse me' to Jungkook as you stand up to get the Whiskey in the cabinet.

"Bring the cheap one!" Jungkook shouts from the living room. And from where you are, you can see him scrolling on his phone, a small smirk playing on his lips.

A mischievous like smirk. Probably looking through his next hookups text messages.

You ignore the feeling of jealousy in your heart. Shaking off the bitter feeling as you bend over to grab the Whiskey at the back. The furthest the cheapest.

You grab two Whiskey glasses and head over to the living room. Settling everything down, you swiftly lean back as your hair shadows your face and you do your best to move It away.

You both go through a whole hour of silence and making some small comments about the movie you're watching, while balling out on the Whiskey.

Never abruptly stopping with the Whiskey, you both end up finishing a whole bottle, and immediately after that, Jungkook gets up to get the second bottle.

This the 3rd hour. Second movie. More silence, yet so silently, little do you know what plays in Jungkooks mind.

"You didn't tell me you were into tattoos." Jungkook breaks the silence.

Taking a seat and handing him his glass of Whiskey after pouring what seems to both of your 10th glass you softly sigh. "Well I am. And how do you know this?" You question with furrowed brows.

"Your Instagram. And you've never expressed that love for my tats." He smirks.

"Y-you saw my insta?" You breathlessly ask. Feeling a wave of shock come over you. He was fucking Smirking at your Instagram.

He nods, "yeah. It's sexy."

That tickles your pussy. And feeling bold enough, you play along as you slowly take a sip of your Whiskey, finger seductively rubbing the rim of the glass.

"Oh yeah? How sexy?" You question.

Jungkook moves closer and grabs the glass from you, "the fact that it's you. That's sexy enough." He finishes, placing the whisky on the coffee table.

"Are you drunk?" You ask. Ignoring his comment.

"Takes more than that to make drunk. Why? You think I'll regret this?" He softly sighs ; moving closer to you, he grabs your waist and settles your body on his lap. Hands rubbing your waist.

Truth is, you do think he'll regret this. But you shake your head no. Maybe if he just fucked you, all the feelings would leave.

And you'd be free from the looped song that continues to play.

Lips hovering yours, you lean in closer, hands placed on his rigid shoulder.

Jungkook abruptly turns his head to the side, and your heart aches.

"Be honest. Did you think I'd regret this?"

You whisper an audible, "yes."

His lips encase yours for a long peck, that feels loving and reassuring.

"Trust me, I really have a thing for you. That typa shit that makes me wanna do what couples in New York do. Show everyone that you're mine and I'm yours. I have for the longest time."

You almost feel dizzy at his confession. Not because you refuse to believe it's real, you've wanted this to be real for the longest. It just now occurred to you that he felt the exact same way.

As your way of responding, your lips land on his for a sweet kiss that he leads. Really soft smacks of you both kissing resounding in the room.

You briefly pull away after a minute of kissing, "I like you, too." You shyly mumble.

Out of embarrassment, you bury your face in his chest and Jungkook chuckles above you and you know this because his chest rumbles.

"You're so cute." He whispers, fingers playing with your ear, and you smile up at him, meeting his smile as well. Drunken but he's not really that drunk.

Your eyes lazily shut and you cuddle closer into him.

"____," He starts and you pay him attention as you lean up. "Can I please be your boyfriend?" He asks. Hands holding yours like a delicate flower. Your favorites even.

You giggle and that makes his heart skips a beat. Who would've thought the sound of your laughs would make his heart smile so much.

"Yes, Jungkook. You can. I'd love that so much."

He smiles and it almost reaches his ear but you attack him with a kiss, sloppily making out with your Boyfriend, and his hands come up to caress your him, guiding you to grind on his prominent bulge.

"Argh- fuck, just like that." He props of your mouth, leaning to kiss up your neck as you grind on him with force, making yourself incredibly wet, that it soaks right through your floral lacey thong, soiling Jungkooks expensive Shorts.

You go about dry humping him. Hoping to cum that way.

The moans in the room.are synced and ragged and broken up as Jungkook grinds up into you, hoping to find his release as well.

You finally cum in your panties, head coming down onto Jungkooks shoulder as he shoots into his briefs, releasing as well.

"Oh, God." You muffle in his shoulder, feeling lightheaded from all the alcohol and energy put into humping.

Chuckling, "you Okay, sweetie?" Jungkook questions.

You would've answered simultaneously, but you're Slumped and deep into your sleep already.

Jungkook notices this when he tries to get a view of you above him.

"So pretty." He murmurs at your sleepikg figure,placing a loving peck on your forehead after moving his sweaty hair from his face and you're both loudly snoring after that.

In your mind, you're really glad that you were able to get rid of the looped song.

~♥︎~

all rights reserved @rerefundslocals do not copy my work.

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[chemo-n-vicodin]

heyooo, i saw that you are looking for requests 👀 im think something like the reader is exhausted after a long day and alex comes home after spending the whole day at studio so she tries to make him comfortable (like cooking for him and stuff like that) but nothing is working out and shes just on the verge of a mental breakdown because os exhaustion and frustration so Al takes care of her (idk im sleep deprived) (also its ok if you dont feel like writing it) Anywayssss, have a nice day :)

hii !!! im sorry this took literally forever HELP also i made it fluff i hope you dont mind, hope u have a nice day too <33

alex turner x gn!reader

(i imagine this as early sias/coconut hair alex, but the era isnt really described in the fic so u can imagine whoever)

warnings: reader breaks down; kinda angsty in that sense ? but reader gets comforted; ending is fluffy though

when alex comes home, he usually finds you in the living room, watching tv or summat, or playing with your cat milo. you’re usually there, welcoming him home with hugs and kisses and the warmth you always bring him, but today, the house was quiet when he came home.

he calls your name once, twice, before going into his and your room to check if you’re there, maybe just resting or reading.

when he goes inside, he doesn’t expect to see you laying on the bed, hugging a pillow tight, on his side of the bed, with milo also laying near you as you slept. when he takes a closer look at your resting state, he doesn’t expect to see tears drying on your cheeks. he tries leaving the room to let you rest for a while, but you wake up before he can, milo also getting up and leaving.

“al? hi, baby,” you yawn, checking your phone, “fuck, is that the time? i’ll go get dinner cooking,” you mumbled, getting up and walking to the kitchen. alex looped his arm around your waist, pressing a quick peck to your lips before asking if everything was okay. “okay? yeah, why wouldn’t it be, baby,” you mumbled again before continuing to walk to the kitchen.

fifteen minutes pass by and you haven’t made anything for your and alex’s dinner yet, your mind seemingly so preoccupied with other things that you can’t even focus on making two simple dishes. you don’t know what you’re doing wrong, but you just can’t get the soup to taste right, and you don’t know why the chicken isn’t cooking properly.

alex comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, your head leaning into his chest as you tried turning up the heat for the chicken.

“babe, i don’t think you left the chicken out to thaw for long enough,” he tells you. and it bothers you. it bothers you that he’s right and you didn’t even notice. now you’ve got a frozen half a chicken sitting on the hottest frying pan in the world, and when you check the bottom of the chicken it’s already a little burnt, with flecks of black scattered across it, and you don’t know what’s wrong, why you’ve burnt dinner, why you can’t just focus, why you just can’t seem to do anything right —

and suddenly alex is holding you in his arms on the kitchen floor, tears flowing out of your eyes as you cry. cry about what exactly, you wonder. the half frozen half burnt half a chicken? the soup that tastes so peppery because you’ve accidentally added so much black pepper? the fact that it felt like everyone and everything kept pushing your buttons today, even the poor old lady at the crosswalk who moved a little too slow that you got left at a red light?

sometimes, everything became too much.

alex let you lay in his arms for as long as you needed, even after the tears subsided and were reduced to sniffles. he hugged you even tighter then.

“you okay now, love?” you nodded against his chest. “you wanna go back in bed?” you nodded again. you turned to switch the stoves off, but he’d already turned them off without you noticing. he lifted you up in his arms, bridal style, “then let’s get you back to bed.”

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you don’t know how long you’ve been laying in bed with alex, but you’ve definitely calmed down since he brought you to bed. your head is still buried in his chest as you’re playing with his hair and he rubs your cheek with his thumb, his touch more soothing than anything else in that moment. milo comes up to the bed and lays on your side, playing with your tummy, also somehow soothing you.

”better?” you just nodded. “sorry i was at the studio all day, love... if you want me to stay with you, you can tell me and we can do whatever you want, okay?” he kissed your forehead.

“thank you, baby,” you whispered, slowly falling asleep in his arms, “i love you,” you mumbled before you fell asleep.

once he was sure you were asleep, he kissed your forehead again, milo purring as he pet him.

“i love you too.” he followed you to sleep.

#AHDJDHFKGJ #first writing post in *checks clipboard* MONTHS ??!!?!?? #acts surprised... even though i know ive not been doing anything about it.... um.. #ANYWAYS #i hope u like this bella !!! #mine: writing #alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner fluff #alex turner fanfic #idk what tags ppl use anymore bru #fluffy alex #fics: alex #requested #tee hee

[moonlit-positivity]

How to tolerate being alone with your thoughts

Step 1. That is not your voice. It is your abuser's.

Bring awareness to all the times you're abusing yourself in your head. Let's separate that voice from your own. Who told you all those harmful things about yourself? Who's voice is that? Let's call them out. Let's give recognition to the harmful things they said and did that made you feel this way about yourself. Do you feel like you're worthless? Like you're stupid or not good enough? Who told you that? Did your parents yell at you and expect you to be perfect all the time? Did an ex partner or ex friend or sibling in your life make you feel like you were never good enough, no matter what you said or did it just could never make them happy? Let's identify these thoughts as different from who you truly are, because these thoughts originated outside of you. How can someone else dictate the value of your soul? They dont. They don't deserve that space in your heart, and they definitely don't deserve that space in your mind either. They're wrong and they don't get to dictate or control you any longer. Your job in this step is to identify your abusers and let yourself grieve the pain they put you through, so you can release that control over your heart. You did not deserve to see that kind of pain in your life. Take your time, cry it out.

Step 2. Approach with care

"I acknowledge your presence and I am thankful you're here." Let's stop telling ourselves that our thoughts & feelings dont matter. They do. Let's stop telling ourselves that our thoughts are irrational and stupid. They're not. They are there for a reason and you'll feel so much better if you can practice the art of allowing them in for a cup of tea.

Step 3. Validate

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Even your worst thoughts need a friend. You've been through too much to be so hard on yourself. Let's find ways to be a little more kinder and compassionate in this step. Normalize your feelings and remember that mistakes do not define who you truly are. Can you take a moment to sit with this hard and uncomfortable moment? Notice what gets in the way. Do you need to go back to step 1? Hmmmmmm?? (I bet you dooooo 🎶)

Step 4. Know when to validate and know when to soothe

Sometimes we require a little more ✨finesse✨ to sit well with our thoughts. In moments of extremely hard and cruel memories resurfacing, or thoughts & urges of unaliving and self harming, a little bit more softness & connection with others might be needed in these moments. Reach for your comforts, your teddy bears, your video games, your friends, safe spaces for you to talk and share, cry, journal, vent, sleep it out. Reach for your coping skills, urge surfing, riding out the emotional wave, using mnemonics to stop the racing thoughts (sing the ABC song fast on loop over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over) etc. Know when it's time to get out of your head with a teddy bear to the face.

Step 5. Honor your body's reactions

Somatics is the practice of body awareness. Notice where your thoughts and feelings pop up in your body. Is your chest tight? Is your head pounding? Do you feel weak? Is your stomach sick? Give awareness to the sensations in your body. Take a deep breath, roll your neck, unclench your jaw, roll your shoulders, stomp your feet, hold yourself in a hug, and breathe.

Step 6. Acknowledge the pain

Where did this thought & feeling come from? What deep dark cruelty did you endure? Can you find a safe place to talk about it out loud? Give it space, make it real. Your head will stop exploding if you can get it out. And stop judging yourself for needing to vent and cry. Cry!!!! Itll help!!!

Step 7. Honor your boundaries

How do you know when you need space from others? Well, you gotta listen to yourself say it first. Do you have that kind of space in your mind where you can acknowledge all the things that make you ick? Let's cultivate that space for you. It is absolutely 100% necessary and needed for you to acknowledge the thoughts and situations and people that make you feel 🤢. Point it out. Give yourself space to practice all these new ideologies and coping skills. Find friends and spaces that encourage you to share.

Step 8. Write your own affirmations

What are the things you really need to hear right now? Imagine a friend sitting in front of you, venting about the things you're going through. What do you say to them? Now say it back to yourself. You do have a voice my friend, and it is such a lovely voice. Let's get you to use it more often.

Step 9. Give yourself some ✨inspiration✨

Follow your favorite self help blogs. Find places that spread awareness and positivity for mental health & healing. MegJosephson on IG and AttachmentNerd on IG are two of my absolute favorite examples. Find sources of light that help cultivate the mindset you want to embody. Put that healing light in your face.

Step 10. You don't gotta be perfect, you just gotta show up

Keep trying. Over and over. Take it step by step. Baby steps. One millisecond at a time. Just keep. showing. up. That's all you gotta do. Show up & take breaks. You got this 🎉

#recovery #ptsd #trauma #boundaries #mental health #healing #bpd #thoughts #anxiety #depression #social anxiety #self help #self esteem #self improvement #self love #growth #communication #relationships #advice #life advice

[simpliao]

plz im so excited i found your blog!! if you feel like it, could you write something about him and the reader getting into a fight and the reader tries to storm out but he won't let them bc (not to be parasocial) he seems like the type to have a "never go to sleep angry" mentality and im a sucker for hurt/comfort :(((( thank you in advance, and if you dont get to it thank you anyways for the writing you've already done!!

growing pains ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : although schlatt is comically angry for entertaining purposes online, it doesn't mean his anger doesn't seep into his real life too. moving in is stressful, he does it enough to know. although when it's someone else moving into his space, the stress of the change puts a strain on the both of them.

info : swearing, angst turned fluff, she/her, afab reader.

a/n : happy to hear it, anon ! it's such a blessing to have you here, again, thanks for the support ! ♡ I'm not a hundred percent confident in this one shot, but hopefully you enjoy ! thank you so much for requesting !

Budding romance was meant to be idyllic and sweet, right? Being with a newly found lover was supposed to be peaches and roses, the kind of happily ever after feeling foretold in every folk tale out there. That's what would have been figured by Schlatt, having a harboured love of sappy sweet love songs, being new to this kind of thing made actually being in a relationship throw him for a loop. Sure he's had his fair share of one night stands and school crushes, but it never extended to the level of which he's shared with Y/n.

She was this kind of ethereal perfection in his eyes, adoring her as if the woman hung the very stars and moon themselves. After a handful of months, of course he thought it would be logical to ask her to move in. She slept over at his place quite a number of times, she always seemed to at home anyways, what would be the difference of actually having her all the time?

A lot, actually. It started good, moving her in was actually fun. The pair seeing who could manage to carry the heaviest box up to his place, racing to see who could make it back down the building first, and of course hearing her little stories about every item she owned. Finding a place for everything took some creativity, but worked out in the end.

The first night also went swimmingly, having his woman all to himself was a nice change. That was until that following morning he awoke to his bathroom occupied and showing no signs of ever opening up. Just fifteen more minutes! Or so she said, it was never just fifteen minutes. He adored hearing her laugh, but not so much when he was demanding for her to open up so he could shit. It was easy in time to get fed up with the friends she'd bring home, having their little get together's while he was banished to the bedroom to sulk. Not even beginning to mention that one 'guy friend' he just wants to strangle.

Her nagging as he so lovingly referred to it to his friends, was also not appreciated. It's as since she moved in all he heard was complaints directed towards him, you're too loud, you never hang out with me anymore, could you put that in the sink? It was like living with his own mother and slowly he grew to loathe her presence.

It wasn't exactly the easiest for her either.

Being that the New Yorker didn't enjoy having many people over, he never really had a reason to keep his place clean. She'd been over, and being that she never used to stay over longer than a night and morning, it was easy enough to ignore. When it was that she lived with cluttered counters and dirty dishes that sat way longer than they should, she ended up taking upon the role of housewife (or glorified maid).

The mostly convenient-oriented, and occasional forgetful male had bought machines to do basic care for Jambo; and yet at times forgot to empty or refill said machines. That feeling of taking on all the home responsibility was suffocating, and yet she only mentioned it briefly in passing considering that it was his place. She felt more like a guest than a member in what was supposed to be their home.

And the lack of sleep from his irregular sleep habits causing him to be practically yelling into late hours of the night didn't help a bit. Despite knowing she loved this gentle giant, for his hidden away kind nature and charming personality, she grew sick of it all.

Life continued on, and despite inconveniences, the two pretended everything was okay for a while. It worked for the most part, but bottling feelings only caused them to pressurize until the whole thing blows up in their faces. Today was supposed to be another one of those days, unremarkable and really just another Tuesday. However, what they say about the straw that broke the camel's back is soundly true.

From the afternoon onwards, the pair hadn't stopped going at it; both parties forgetting what exactly started this fight in the first place. This shouting match being the only relief they'd had to voice out their issues, by the time the sun had sunk beneath the horizon and a blanket of Prussian blue long having been spread across the city skies, it had gotten far too personal. It was like every word was meant to attack the other person, it was only a matter of time before words were exchanged that weren't meant to be said.

"Have you ever considered the fact that I don't actually want you here?" Schlatt had been seeing nothing but scolding red, speaking lies with such conviction for just a minute he believed it was true. And yet as the moment settled, and rather than yell back something else, the woman he knew he still adored gave a stare of a completely crushed spirit. Mouth hung agape, shock and hurt evident from her complete silence. He could see tears begin to well up, and that's when his expression fell. He stumbled on his following words, although her name could be made out as she dashed past him.

He hesitated going after her, she had just gone to the bedroom and he figured they needed some time to cool off before attempting to meld anything back together. It was only when he spotted her speeding out with a hastily packed suitcase that he bolted to apprehend her. "Y/n." "If that's how you really felt you should have just said so." He was quick to grab her wrists to prevent her from taking off, "there's a lot of things we both should have said." His accent being what it is, made his words sound unfairly harsh. "Schlatt, please, I get it. You don't want me here." "No! Listen, just..."

He could feel anger involuntarily rising from his chest. So knowing restraining her like this and ending up in another bout of hostile yelling, he made the decision he knew would at least calm him down enough to speak out what needed to be said. So tugging her closer, she practically fell into his arms. Although the first couple moments she tried to fight it again, uttering his name as a plea that made a diminuendo with every cry. All he did was stand there, chin resting upon the top of her head, his eyes closed and basking in the feeling of her held close, her overly scented shampoo filling his sinuses; a hit of dopamine rushing his brain. They stood like that for a while, the need for a timeout to the relentless fighting well needed. His thoughts cleared, for the first time today that was, and he began by squeezing her closer before letting much needed words escape him. "I'm sorry."

By this point, she had also given up trying to escape his embrace, blinking away tears as best as she could. "Listen to me, Y/n." He spoke in a tone she never expected to be so faint, delicate and airy as if should he speak above this hushed whisper the woman held in his arms would shatter. He took in a deep breath, buying time in an attempt to find a way to word this properly. "I'm just not used to this, used to us." Again, attempting to buy time to find a way to put his feelings into words, a hand slinked up to tangle his fingers into her hair. "But that doesn't mean I don't like us. It's..." He sucked in his lips, unsure of what to call it.

"Growing pains?" Her strained voice caught his ears, even if muffled against his shoulder. "Yeah, they're growing pains. And I'm not perfect... And no matter how in love I am with you, you're not perfect either. That's okay." Smaller arms slinked up his back, a small tug a weak return to the death grip he held her with. "I still love you too, Schlatt..." The way her face nuzzled into him made his heart melt and familiar butterflies fill his stomach, ones that had seemed to have gone missing for some time; and yet came back in full force. Dread at knowing of how poorly he spoke of her weighed in on him. "I'm willing to work on it if you are." He lessened his hold of her, pulling away to look down into her eyes.

Eyes that looked back up at him with the same kind of guilt he felt weighing his body down, those glass-like doe eyes tugging at strings of his heart he didn't even know he had. "I'm sorry too, I'm so sorry..." "Hey, we're both assholes, it's okay." The reassuring smile he flashed easing her own pressure, her own misconducts coming back to haunt her. Larger hands lovingly cupped her face as they had so many times before, wiping away those pesky tears for her. "I'm willing to go the distance with you." She assured, to answer his comment a short while earlier. The atmosphere of their home alleviated, and finally it felt breathable. "Let's unpack your suitcase then, and tomorrow morning we can talk more thoroughly about it." "Forget about the suitcase, we've been fighting all day. I just want to sleep."

With a grin that told her that everything would be okay, he slowly let his arms slide off her, one hand gently grabbing hold of hers in the lightest of holds. "Let's get some sleep then, sweetheart."

#Schlatt #jschlatt #afab reader #chuckle sandwich #irl people #reader insert #schlatt #schlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #she/her #schlatt imagine #schlatt x you #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #minecraft youtubers #angst to fluff #angst to comfort #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fanfiction #x reader #female reader #oneshot #imagine #comfort

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i think 13 and yazs dad would get on like a house on fire. she actually loves his pakora and hes like FINALLY someone who understands my VISION. he periodically sends yaz pictures and videos he took of the newspaper or the news on tv with the request to show it to the doctor and dutifully but skeptically yaz always does and the doctor always wants to check it out because even if it isnt really something hakim always sends stuff that seems specifically chosen to pique her interest, which it isnt, they just have similar opinions on what counts as interesting. and like 60% of the time it actually IS something. and the other 40 they have a nice day out seeing sheffield under the guise of “investigating” and report back to hakim at the end of the day what theyve found. it’s like a little holiday. if yesterday they saved three civilisations and also got a cat out of a tree then today they’ll check out one of hakims hunches.

sonya i think would take a while for 13 to warm up to. sonya clocks whats going on within two minutes of seeing them together and takes it as her duty as a sister to tease yaz and her weird girlfriend until the end of time. she treats the doctor with that same abrasiveness that covers affection that she does yaz and it takes the doctor a while to figure out what to do with that. but as they spend more time together she starts to see through the teenage posturing how much sonya cares about yaz and how much yaz cares about sonya and she recognises herself in sonya as much as she does in yaz. recognises the insecurity and fragility behind the big mouth. approaches sonya when she sits in a corner on her phone at family gatherings and starts telling her stories of everything she got up to at school (hotwiring warp drives) and slowly but surely she gets sonyas guard down and there grows some genuine affection between them. a relationship thats more than the initial I See You Care About Yaz As Much As I Care About Yaz And I Respect You For That But I Dont Really Get You

they all get together on birthdays and holidays and yaz brings the doctor and sonya brings ryan and ryan brings graham and yaz is like damn. damn it. this is what i was trying to avoid. this is what i didnt want to happen. wasnt sure what i DID want to happen but it sure as shit wasnt this situation that is unfolding right now in front of me. as the doctor is offering pakoras her dad made to two people whove been sort of father figures to her, one who was also kind of an inferior to her in a flat team structure dont question the math there and also her best friend for three years in what were at times definitely traumatising circumstances that she hasnt dared to look too closely at yet, and another who was basically an honorary grandad to her and actual grandad to ryan who sits across from her holding hands under the table with sonya and they both definitely definitely are very sure in what they think is happening between her and the doctor and have no reservations smugly hinting at it in front of her parents and okay fine maybe they are a little bit right and okay yes probably her parents do also know but that doesnt mean we need to acknowledge anything or talk about it thanksss :):):):):)

but she gets over it. and the doctor, who was very much resigned to never seeing graham or ryan or dan ever again, is overjoyed and after every party yaz has to convince her of the joys of delayed gratification and also the fact that if she skips right to next year right now she’ll have to wait two years for the next time.

najia takes a bit to come around. she has missed years of her daughter’s life and it’s hard not to blame the doctor for that. it’s hard to trust her or be okay with all this when she was deliberately kept out of the loop since the moment yaz met her. the doctor feels like this threatening force, fell into her life calling her on her husband’s phone mysteriously knowing her whereabouts and asking about her daughter. knows her name but never introduces herself. only has “it’s a long story” to offer in response to “who are you and how do you know my daughter”. and while not being forthcoming with whats going on in her life or head is hardly new or surprising behaviour coming from yaz, it’s still concerning in combination with this stranger who yaz seems very familiar with and the sentence “i owe the doctor my life”. it’s suspicious. it’s weird. and it doesnt help that after that chaotic first impression, her second impression of the doctor will be yaz telling her “i ran away with her travelling through time and space and i lied to you about it for years” and conspicuously not telling her “your impression of whats going on between us was right that first time when you’d only seen us together for like half an hour”

but because yaz is clearly happier than shes been in years and also because all these other people seem to trust the doctor too - especially the adults, she probably discreetly questions dan and graham about her some time - she does come around eventually. because especially with 13 i think it’s hard not to love her once you get past the initial suspicion about the Weirdness. especially because with yazs family she’d dial the Im Nice Im Friendly Im Not A Threat Ive Never Murdered Anyone In My Entire Life Please Love Me mask up to 11. and najia is a mother and shes a mother to yaz and if yaz is even slightly her mother’s daughter and the doctor is a lot like yaz, najia will be kind to her i think. she’ll become a little bit of a third daughter. once najia’s been convinced of the Im Not A Threat thing. and the doctor and yaz get the same thousand yard stare sometimes. which she gets angry about too. and yaz and her fight about too, a couple times. but in the end the doctor seems like a net positive on yazs life, and even if she isnt, it’s unlikely shes gonna leave anytime soon so better make peace sooner rather than later. though i do think the doctor will charm her. and she’ll have a relationship with najia like she will with hakim and sonya.

the doctor always sits in the same spot on the sofa whenever they come over and eventually yaz is like “you know we can just buy a sofa? for at home? could even be a purple one” and the doctor Lights Up like she hadnt thought of that and they get a purple sofa and they sit on it every night because nobody dies. happily ever after. the end

#im writing post potd fic and imagining 13 being made part of the family like 10 and 11 were is mending my broken heart rn

[aroacehanzawa]

THANK YOU FOR RBING WITH YOUR THOUGHTS especially the last line.

i really do miss when bsd stayed in its own genre, and I KNOW before someone comes at me that sometimes you gotta do a little exploring, a little swaying. but not like this. i just dont enjoy the manga anymore because it's so far from what i fell in love with. and again before someone says oh then why are you reading it and complaining if it makes you so mad😤😤😡 IM NOT EVEN READING IT. I CHECK THE LEAKS AND I GO YEAH THIS IS STILL JUST FYODOR AND DAZAI NOT DYING. also because i care about the characters and i still want to see how the whole thing is resolved cuz guess what im not gonna just stop reading it after i invested 3 years of my life into it.

anyway yeah. as i said. whagever.

ME TOO.

The thing is that bsd has always been something more than just silly detectives vs port mafia shenanigans, but it managed keep this larger world contained in a way that made sense in the story. For example the book, which is practically a deus ex machina device, still had its place and function in the story - francis wanted it to bring back his daughter, and even the usage of the page to frame the agency was logical.

Even the more high tech stuff like the eyes of god surveillance system was well played - not only did we get a funny ace attorney moment of francis interrupting the courtroom and buying the software, it actually became plot relevant in the cannibalism arc to locate fyodor and early doa arc to find mushitarou. (and francis's death fakeout was actually good, because it wasn't overdone yet, plus we got a nice and fun redemption arc for him)

But then we're suddenly getting a bunch of new ability weapons like fukuchi's sword and prison realm one order and idk. what else have we had. Time manipulating cat lady who was practically used as an off-screen human ability weapon for dazai's convenience and then immediately killed off with no name no dialogue no character #feminism.

All this while it seems like asagiri completely forgot about the part where atsushi is somehow a beacon towards the book, but that isn't too surprising because it feels like asagiri has forgotten about the role and personality and agency of the characters in general. The thing that drew me into bsd in the first place was its sincere focus on the human experience, the way that each chapter and mini arc seemed to have something to say about the overarching themes of finding a reason to keep living and a place to belong. Now i feel like the last time we got to see any of this kind of commentary was with tachihara's arc, or briefly with sigma, but it still feels too shallow.

And like you said there's nothing wrong with a little exploring and a little swaying, in fact i think the whole premise of bsd is that it allows for so much exploration, but to me it feels like the potential that bsd held in the beginning is just not being met anymore. Or rather we're just not heading in the direction we could've been going in.

Atsushi and his implied connection to the book like i mentioned earlier. The order of the clock tower that has been teased since agatha's introduction and some sporadic mentions/implications of its existence since then. Dazai and fyodor's unknown first meeting (this is why i also don't like them killing off fyodor just like that because we still don't know anything about him BUT the way we've ended up in this inexhaustible loop of dazai wins fyodor wins dazai wins fyodor wins i also don't see any way out of it unless one or both of them die so. asagiri just look at what you've done)

idek what i'm trying to say here i'm just really frustrated because i've invested so much of my time in following bsd and it's like as a reader i'm not even getting anything out of it.

anywya read orv for good plot and characters and worldbuilding and literally perfect storytelling and respect for the reader

#bsd

[abiiors]

Slow footsteps, purposeful and loud approach my bedroom door, and then stop right before it. He's waiting, like an old ritual, a secret rite, for me to open the door and welcome him in. He remains silent until that time, not even his voice entering my small space without permission, not on days like this.

"Come in"

Huddled beneath my duvet, record player repeating ok computer over and over, an endless loop of human misery. He shuffles in and takes note of the room, the messy desk space with at least 4 cups, the laundry hamper tipped on uts side and the papers that had clung to my wall ripped down.

"What happened?"

That question. Always that question. And always the same answer

"Don't know"

Watching him carefully from beneath my cuddly prison, eyes perring over the edge when he starts to pick up papers, observe them and put them back on the wall. Astonishingly he puts them back exactly as they were, one by one painstakingly slow,

"You know Adam was talking about the new riff you learned. Said he was well impressed"

"Mmm" a disinterested hum, well that's a lie, I was very interested really, but I couldn't bring myself to express that. Not right now.

Watching as he places the final few papers, photos and frames on the wall. Exactly as they had been before,

"How did you--"

"You don't think I remember these things?"

Why would I? What reason could he possibly have to remember the layout of my bedroom and the frivolous decor that littered it like leaves on the forest floor.

"No, why would you?" Spoken with sass, maybe too much, it was effort, but I wanted to make a point, to show how weird I thought that was

"It's little bits of you, your room, so of course I have it memorised"

I want to cry, to hug him, to express how much that moment means to me, but I can't, because in 17 locking myself in my room and hes 18 picking up the pieces.

Bundling clothes back into the laundry hamper he organises organises while he does, sat crisscross applesauce on the wooden slats, folding them carefully and inspecting each for holes,

"Ya know, you nicked a few of these from me"

Hes holding up an old flannel, soft and warm, he had leant it to me maybe 2 years ago one day, cold in the snow I hadn't brought a coat (because I didn't own one) and so he had run inside to bundle me up in something. I forgot to give it back but when I found it again I decided to keep it. To wear it when I wanted to be held.

"Might have to reclaim them-"

"No. Mine now"

"Is that so?" Looking back at me, I barely see the smirk on his face before I duck back beneath my covers, unwilling to show myself.

"Mhm"

"Well alright then. Consider them yours"

"Already did"

He laughs. He ctually laughs. Amidst the pit of misery my room has become his laigh rings clear unstifled by the smothering air of depression I had been living under.

Moving to stand again, dusting himself off and looking around, eyes landing on the desk. Long strides towards it, hand sresting on the back of the chair, looking over the various clutter

"Dostoevesky? Bit cliche"

"It's not"

"It really is, no more of this for you"

Pulling the book from the desk and waving ut about,

"Frankly I think I might bin it."

"Dont"

"Make me"

I don't even realise I'm up until he grinning down at me from his position, pinned to my desk. Snatching the book from his hands. But he doesn't seem to care, letting his hands fall to my forearms, steadying me as the realisation hits me that this has all been an elaborate ploy.

"Got you up didn't I?"

"Your a prick"

"A prick that loves you. As your best friend it is my duty to annoy you out of depression" pulling me closer, cheek smushed to his chest, and I let my arms wrap around him,

"It's going to be ok sweetheart" Pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head, swaying gently

"Let's get you dressed yeah?"

"But I don't know what to wear"

"Luck for you, I'm a style icon" as much as I wanted to laugh at the way he says it, I do really think he is "ill do pick for you, all you have to pick is what I'm making you for breakfast"

I think this is one of the best ones I have been sent! Seriously :((( I love it so much oh my god ❤️

#asks #chatty asks #the 1975 #matty healy #🍓

[artoutoftheblue]

This story feels like it's the laziest thing I've ever written, but hell, I'll post it anyways

Also one of @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog s characters are in this one so ye get tagged

I might make more of these little stories from the loop to try and get better at writing

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The sun had set in the arena. Letting the moon rise, and the chilly night begin. All the bots stuck in this sick "game" were all gathered in a small clearing in the arena. No fighting. No killing. But discussing a way to escape. The night was silent, and the only thing breaking the silence is the bot discussing ideas.

One of the moon themed bots was glaring at an alternate version of himself. The other moon visibly uncomfortable by the staring, and he slowly leans against one of the Solars. The Solar paying no mind to it, wrapping one of his arms around the Moon to give it more comfort. The other Moon seeming to be confused by the kindness between the two.

The other Moon looked around for a second, seeing that everyone else was focused on hearing what the plan was. He got up and silently walked over to the two and sat down next to the other Moon as he tried to ignore his presence.

The Solar glanced at the Moon who walked over for a second, but then looking back to the bot speaking. Then the Moon whispered.

"There seems to be something off about you, but I can't quite figure it out"

The Moon leaning on the Solar looked at his alternate in confusion.

"Maybe it's just because I'm not the same Moon as you?"

"No no its not that..I get you're not the same as me"

The two then made eye contact for a few seconds, then he spoke again.

"Wait a second, your eyes look like his"

He said, pointing at the Solar that the other one was leaning on.

"Uh..yeah..I guess so. What about it?"

"Hm..do you like this Solar?"

"No, I love him. Hes the best brother I could ever ask for. He takes care of me and the rest of our siblings, and I couldnt ask for anything else"

"Is this Solar of yours a Lord?"

"Well..yes"

The other Moon paused for a second, and looked at the Solar the other one was leaning on again. Noticing that he was trying to ignore their conversation, and his facial expression was telling him that he wasnt comfortable what he was bringing up. This only further provokes him to state his theory to his alternate.

"Say. Do you have any memories before your Solar became a lord?"

The Solar then immediately chimed in.

"Okay, that's enough, go back to sitting with your brother and pay attention to who's talking"

A smaller bot, pitch black, and draped in a galaxy-themed cloak peeked out from behind Solar.

"Some of us are actually trying to figure out how to get back home, unlike you who just wants to distract us. So shut up."

The Moon leaning on Solar then asks.

"Why did you stop him only after he asked that?"

"Because there wasn't anything before I was a Lord, and before you were a dimensional hopper. It's always been that way"

The other Moon only became further intrigued to finish what he came over here for.

"Oh really now, there was nothing? Nothing at all?"

"Yes. There was nothing. Now shut the hell up."

"I dont believe that. I bet you brainwashed this poor guy just like Eclipse would have if he got our star. You're no better than Eclipse"

"What? N..No. I didnt brainwash them. There just wasnt anything before it. I dont understand why you just want to cause more trouble with your absurd theories"

"I know you brainwashed him. His eyes would be like mine if they werent. Mine are red and blue. His are like yours, blue and yellow."

The smaller bot then spoke up again.

"If you dont stop talking now, I'll fucking make you, and you arent going to like it"

The other Moon was just sitting in confusion and silence. Thinking about what the other one said as he got up and walked back to his brother.

"Is that true, Solar?"

"Is what true?"

"That there was nothing before you had the star"

"Of course its true"

"Well..what about the..brainwashing? Did you do that to us?"

"No..I didnt..dont believe what that other Moon is telling you..hes just trying to start up trouble during a time where we should all be helping each other"

The Moon went silent again, but then got up and walked to the Moon that was talking to him. Solar watched as he walked off, now even more worried, but went back to paying attention to the plan being explained, but was very clearly going into a panicked state. The smaller bot putting his hand on Solar and trying to reassure his friend, glaring at the other Moon while he gets a smirk in response. The Moon very aware of the panic hes causing Solar, but seemingly not caring one bit, telling his alternate everything he knows about Lords, Solars, and brainwashing.

Solars Moon later got back up, walked over to his Sun, Lunar, and Bloodmoon, whispered to them, they all then look over at Solar, and Solar then looked down. The four then silently exited the meeting. Solar now trying to pay attention to the plan again. Right now, getting home is more important. Dealing with the four later seemed like a better idea for him.

#time loop crossover stories #blue writes

[lappel-du-vide83]

SCREAMING BECAUSE I FINISHED LOKI FINALLY AND OMG???? MY MARVEL PHASE IS BACK (it never left) I DONT KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON BUT I LOVE IT

Also uh I have no criticism I think so be warned (this is not just a loki bias I just genuinely enjoy most media)

FIRST OF ALL CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW COOL GORGEOUS CREEPY AND KINDA UNSETTLING THE IMAGERY WAS?? LIKE THE TREE VINES AND THE GLOW AND THE RAINBOW AND EVERYTHING TURNING TO ROPES WAS KINDA???? AMAZING????

And ep4 holy shit my dudes I was actually starting to like Dox I loved her voice (accent?) and she just cared about the tva AND MFIng RAVONNA BOXED HER like because of morbid curiosity I want to see but god no I do not and that ep was kinda violent and then boom everything exploded

THE EP5?? SET UP FOR EP6?? I LOVE THEM

Personally I am a sucker for timeloops, my favourite trope even AND SEEING IT HERE IS JUST MSJSKWOPW AND THE SCENES ARE SO COOL DID YOU SEE HIM SNAP HIS WRIST AND SYLVIE FROZE OMG THAT WAS AWESOME

He is so op rn BUT HE IS SO DEVASTATING THAT IS THE SHITTIEST DILLEMA EVER LET HIM WIN WHY CAN'T EVERYONE JUST BE HAPPY

AND LIKE?? NOW WHAT?? DOES MY DUDE JUST SIT IN THE TREE?? DONT DO HIM LIKE THAT HE JUST WANTS BE WITH HIS FRIENDS I AM SOBBING

And also is that tree thing a reference to Yggdrasil or smt I'm not quite good with mythology but it kinda does

AND I FOR SURE WASN'T EXPECTING THAT ENDING

Ok we never really addressed the relationship between sylvie and loki but with like all of my problems running away is always an option and they're a pair that are amazing separate but not good together so I'm kinda glad they're just pals here

ALSO I NEED A HAPPY ENDING FOR HIM PLEASEEEE WTF WHY IS HIS LIFE DEVASTATING I CANNOT

Also the time looping (God I love this trope so much) brings its own set of problems and they said it themselves CENTURIES LATER WTF GIVE HIM A BREAK

But on bright side he is so bamf like scientific knowledge, time all the that good stuff

UEUE BUT WHY WOULD YOU MAKE HIM CHOOSE BETWEEN KILLING EVERYONE AND SYLVIE STOP IT STOP MAKING HIM MAKE HARD DECISIONS I'M GOING TO FIND THE PERSON WHO MADE BURDENS AND probably offer therapy

GAH EVEN IN THE END HE COULDN'T BE WITH HIS FRIENDS (FRIENDS!!!) AND I AM CERTAIN THERE'S SOME FORM OF IRONIC TRAGEDY THERE THAT I DONT GET

N e ways feel free to yell at me what you think I just needed to get the joy and devastation out of my system (pls I just want my little pocketable people happy)

Watch me realise I missed/misunderstood a huge thing after scrolling thru a bit 💀

Okay I was right I MISSED THE END LET THE TIME PASS THING OMFG??? I LOVE THEM I LOVE ALL OF THEM WHY ARE THEY SO TRAGIC AND SOMEONE MENTIONED OB(I would totally buy his books) AND MOBIUS AND GAH WHY CAN'T THEY HAVE HAPPY ENDINGS MFING KEY LIME PIE CAN'T DO THIS NO MORE

#loki series #loki #loki season two #loki season 2 #rants #thoughts

[yuukei-yikes]

ok ok first of all Really Really love your harutakas and your shinayas and your kidomomos and since im pretty sure you've been asked abt your hrtk and shinaya headcanons already i just wanna ask you about any kdmm headcanons you may have 🧐

i love kidomomo so fucking much ilove them

i think theyre stuck in a situationship for a long time. bc useless lesbians in silly harmless drama is always funny. thing is momo WANTS to say something but kido gets so flustered everytime she brings it up they fucking disappear. kido hearing momos confession after theyve faded wawawa and momo thinks kido maybe didnt hear and just sighs but KIDO HEARD bro... they heard u....

momo isnt sure if kido likes her back but she still wants to say it bc momo rly isnt the kind to stress abt waaaa but what if they dont like me back. shes like this is what i feel and im gonna tell everyone 💗 which also means everyone in the dan knows not only bc its fucking obvious but like momo told everyone😭 the only one surprised is shintaro. but for like a second bc hes like YOURE GAY??wait i just fucking heard myself of course youre gay

kido is like super fucking embarrassing abt the way they run from momo like kano and seto who know them rly well think they look like a clown bc of how flustered momo makes them but momo always receives it like wow kido is SOOOOO cool all cold and calculating :3 something something kidos self steem issues, cant believe someone would like them, especially someone so bubbly who could probably get anyone they want

if it goes for long enough momo would notice shes being avoided lol and shes like i just dont know what to do yknow and hibiyas like why are u telling Me this.

kano seto and mary. tease kido to hell and back. they are the most insufferable people ever. kano is annoying on purpose but seto and mary are more like omg u gotta be honest💗 omg let urself be happy 💗 kano and kido probably have a nasty fight abt kano telling kido theyre self sabotaging and kido being like looks whos fucking talking LOLLLL also momomary best friends forever bffs necklaces and matching phone backgrounds etc etc mary keeps accidentally creating tension and situations bc she keeps accidentally slipping up telling kido and momo something one said about the other.

its very much...a cute thing like a friend group where 2 friends like each other and everyone knows and is rooting for them but they keep prolonging it and its at most frustrating and at best entertaining. its cute, its rly one of those very normal teenage things they get to do after everything they go through. they end up together tho and in the future are the no kids double income aunts with the best presents etc etc u know how it goes

i think the only ones out of the loop who thought they were already together are haruka and shintaro. yuukei quartet is kinda out of it bc theyre a bit older and kinda didnt care for the little silly drama and have problems of their own LOL but ayano and takane were filled in bc as a big sister!!! ayano has to know whats going on!! (insane abt the idea of her and shintaros siblings dating. probably gives kido a lot of actually useful advice abt being honest and not run away from feelings) (sort of a takane talk 2.0) and takanes like.... gossip central this bitch knows everything about everyone not that they do anything with that info to help anyone.

once dating theyd have a lot of discussions about pda. momo is pda inc and kido wants to die whenever momo even presses their shoulders together in public. they make it work tho also once together the dan nearly throws a fucking party like FINALLY

#ask tag #headcanons #kidomomo #KIDOMOMOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[funkymbtifiction]

Hi! I am an unhealthy version of an ISFJ. I'm constantly judging people by their looks or capabilities. I really don't like it when people don't think like I do either. When I try to change the way they are thinking and it's not working at all then i give up on them and I dont really give a **** anymore even if they crash and burn. When people are also smarter than me and understand so many different perspectives on different subjects, it also bothers me. Someone being smarter than me annoys me and i don't actually know why? Why am I so unhealthy and judging people constantly? Is there a way to be better? In the past i used to be more understanding and i never used to judge someone. I was really a helper, people looked for me when they needed someone to talk to and feel understood but as of late, i have changed drastically in a bad way. I was eager to help people but now they drain me a lot. I also like to compare myself to the past version of me. The one who was better and more understanding and more calm. I'm kind of stuck. What is going on?

Sounds like a Ti loop (bypassing Fe and bearing down too hard on an immature / critical / "tear them apart" lower thinking function). Something in your environment / lifestyle has caused you to stop using Fe accurately (to care about and connect to people, and focus on what you have in common rather than the differences, by pointing out to yourself and others that "we are all human") and to bear down too hard on Ti, so that it has become your default. Weak Ti can be unfairly critical and unconcerned with other people, it can nitpick and pull them apart. It can also become insecure at other people being intelligent because it's measuring itself against other people and feeling insecure about whether it's smart or not.

To recover... what's causing this? Is it school? A person in your life? How is it affecting your relationships? Have you screwed one up yet enough to feel the burn of it? You need to identify what's forcing you out of Fe into Ti and do something about it. Returning to healthy Fe means learning to accept that not everyone is going to agree with you, but that you can listen to them and respect their views, while being sure of your own opinions and live in harmony by focusing on the things you agree on, rather than the differences. It means tuning in to other people and asking what they need from you (what do I need to say to them, what do they need to hear, what can I bring to this conversation that enriches them?), rather than sitting in judgment about them.

The fact that you hate it and don't want to be this way is an indication that you are willing to change and want to go back to your earlier self. You've already taken the first step. The way to recovery is to think about the people you love, and about how your behavior is hurtful to them. How to use Ti properly means analyzing your own reactions and judgments and deciding what it says about you. Then choosing a course of action. You are not at the mercy of your thoughts; you can take them captive, halt them in their tracks, and change them. The next time you find yourself being unfairly critical, stop and force yourself to think something nice about that person, or reflect on a good thing about them. Shift your thinking on purpose, and it will become easier and easier, as you remember what you LIKE more than what you hate.

It would also be helpful to know your Enneagram type -- if you are in fact a 2 that has disintegrated into 8, for example, and wants to 'watch the world burn' because you feel taken advantage of, or disrespected, or unloved, or like no one listens to you. If that is the case, it's time to do some soul searching on your motivations and the Pride that drives your attempts to influence others toward your way of thinking (because "I know better than they do what their life SHOULD look like!"). 2s can become very resentful when others do not appreciate them, take their advice, or do what they say, because they pride themselves on being necessary and essential to other people's lives. As a result, they can offer unsolicited advice, or want their friends to think the same way as they do (Fe + 2 in particular wants a consensus of views / to be in harmony with others), and react badly when this does not happen. But in real life, people are not always going to like you, agree with you, listen to you, or do what you say -- so it's better to learn to reach people through kindness and a genuine interest in what they think rather than a need for control.

(This also could be a Ti grip, which would make you an ESFJ. Some of it sounds a lot like what my EFJ friend has described in her "worst moments.")

#question #mbti #esfj #isfj

[nikkialena]

A Bloody Path To Hell

Here’s a little sneak peak to the continuation of Please Don’t Leave thanks to the amazing author @pinejayy 

https://www.tumblr.com/pinejayy/721619453007233024/please-dont-leave-hantengu-clones-x-freader?source=share

but anyway, enjoy~

Warm kisses and  tender caresses plagued your mind as you sat curled up in the nest that Urogi had built for you not too long ago, his scent still etched into wood providing a slither of comfort in their......absence....permeant absence...they weren't coming back....A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you wished the ground would open up and  swallow you whole, just so the pain in your chest could stop hurting and the ache would go away, you were tired of this constant pain....but it never goes away, just like Urogi never came back, he was gone. They all were, the echo of steps reached your ears but you made no  indication that you heard anything at all, instead focusing on the sweet memories of being cradled and caressed by your four lovers..but even those seemed to fade with every passing day .You sighed again, your heart felt heavier than it ever has before, the feeling wasn't new but something about it just seemed to become more painful each time you thought about it. It hurt just thinking about them, you still can feel the phantom tingle of their lips against yours.

Part of you wondered if their deaths were quick and painless, or if the demon slayers made them suffer?

The latter you knew to be true, occasionally when one or more clones stayed home and one would perish in battle, whenever they reformed they would be panicked, trembling and crying....It would take about a hour of soft reassuring words, kisses and hugs to bring them down......Their screams haunted your dreams and you couldn't help but imagine poor little Aizetsu screaming in pain....Or the look of fear slowly replacing Karaku's signature smirk as he knew this is it....and Sekido....You closed your eyes, tears slipping over your cheeks as the reality of what happened began to set in, your mind heart and soul finally coming to accept the terms....

You didn't want to accept the fact....That your loved ones are gone, forever lost to you. It hurts so bad, it hurts so much....but at least if they're dead then you won't have to watch the people you loved most turn to dust, their souls taken back to Hell...

“How long do you intend on being a pathetic mess?"  A voice that was all too familiar snapped in a deep baritone voice that sent your body jumping in surprise, even though you'd spoke to him multiple times you could never get used to the roughness of his voice, "go away Kokushibo...leave me to rot in silence" you spat at the upper one demon but he ignored you scowling softly, yocould feel all six eyes of his burning into your back.

"And what of the infant in your belly....will you allow your self destructive ways to be the downfall of the unborn  child, you weakling?"

 His voice rumbled in a low growl, his presence filling every inch of your space as he loomed over you, "WHY DO YOU CARE ALL OF A SUDDEN?" You snapped picking yourself off the ground to glare at him but his expression remained the same..."I don't" he said coolly "but you should make something of yourself" he  continued, his yellow slit pupils narrowed in an almost predatory way "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME KOKUSHIBO" you snapped again and his brows furrowed slightly "that anger is wasted on you" he  commented, ignoring your outburst.

You gritted your teeth but kept quiet, waiting for him to continue but he didn't, instead he just stood there staring at you, his gaze was piercing, you tried very hard not to shiver under its intensity but your efforts were futile, even now the pain inside your heart grew stronger and you broke into tears, "I...don't know what to do Koku.." you sobbed wiping at your tears "I'm stuck in an endless loop of  'what if's, what if I did, what if I didn't? What if they hadn't left,....what if I painted the ground crimson with the blood of their executioners?

 What if I made their deaths slow and agonizingly painful...so excruciating, that even death itself wouldn't be enough to relieve their suffering? You bite out with a bitter laugh, Koku wiped the tears from your face lifting your chin with a finger  "and if you had the chance to exact   vengeance, to punish the  perpetrators who murdered your lovers would you take that chance?"

"Yes" the words fell from your lips before could even  process their own weight, your head spinning as the answer came so easily to you, "Yes, I would , I'll take every opportunity given to me to destroy the bastards responsible" you whispered fiercely, "I want to see their heads mounted on spikes" you seethed through clenched teeth and he smirked "good".

I hoped you liked the little sneak peek but this is you’re one and only warning to abandon ship now if you can’t take descriptions of blood and gore, shit gets dark quickly talkin murder and maiming left and right there will be no survivor's from the hashira or demon slayers everyone is catching that smoke

#demon slayer #kokushibo #reader #angst #greif

[dawnedon]

Dawn flinched and squeezed her eyes shut, ducking just in time to avoid getting domed in the head by a flying glass. Her arms tightened around Emperor, her Piplup that she had gotten hardly an hour ago, shielding him from the raining glass. She felt fortunate she had a heavy coat on protecting her body for the most part, lest her skin get cut by the shards of glass that had exploded outwards.

She had thought that she could show her mom how serious she was about her goal by bringing her Piplup home so that she could see, but instead it had turned into an all-out screaming match. One that Dawn began to regret as her mother’s behavior grew violent and erratic. All of Dawn’s bravado was snatched away in an instant, and all she could do was try to keep her distance. The last time her mother got aggressive, she had gotten a hard slap to the face. One that had stung for hours, even after sitting outside and holding snow to her cheek.

“Hikari,” her mother’s voice was pleading, borderline hysterical, “enough of this. Why don’t you go put on the dress you got today for your birthday? I can help you pick out a good contest moveset for Emperor!” Dawn stayed huddled against the back wall, protecting Emperor still the best she could with her body.

She didn’t realize how badly she was shaking in the moment, both from anger and genuine fear. It took a lot to shake the young girl, but her mother’s erratic, unpredictable behavior always threw her for a loop. Dawn had glossed over the fact it was her birthday entirely as well, putting on a fake facade upon seeing her gifts were, of course, contest-geared. She hadn’t even tried to ask for anything for her birthday, just like the past several years. There was no point; Dawn was never going to get what she wanted. It was always what her mother wanted, trying to force her into the perfect, ideal daughter.

“No. I dont want to.” Dawn replies, bravery and will finally coming back to the surface. “I didn’t even want that stupid dress. You wanted it... I didn’t ask for anything you’ve ever-” She was cut off again, as another object went flying inches past her face. Close enough that it ruffled her hair, even. Dawn flinched again, holding Emperor against her tightly.

“No more of these games Hikari! I am your mother. You WILL do as I say. Wasting your times on these silly dreams of being a trainer, of being Champion. You are ruining all of your potential.” Dawn shifted in place, boots crunching broken pieces of glass and porcelain.

“I hate you, I hate you.” It was all Dawn could say for a moment. “You never cared about me! You only care about continuing your stupid contest legacy and I don’t care. I don’t care about contests, I don’t care how badly you want me to do them. It’s never going to happen!”

There was a long silence that hung between them, and all hell would break loose. Any object Ayako could get her hands on was hurled at Dawn. Between dishware, glasses, the TV remote, they all would be flung towards the young girl. Dawn would duck out of the way, feeling shards of glass rain down on her heavy coat. She had to get out of here. There was no reasoning with her mother, and she was only going to get hurt if she stuck around.

A glass collided with the front door as she reached for the handle, a shard slicing through the back of her hand. Blood pooled out of the wound instantly, soaking into the end of her sleeve. Dawn swiveled to face her mother one last time, deep blue eyes meeting one another.

“I HATE YOU.” Dawn screamed, at the top of her lungs. “I WISH that you had disappeared instead of dad! It would have done EVERYONE a favor.” Her eyes had the rare burn of tears behind them as she wrenched the door open, and slammed it hard behind her as she left.

Tears spilled down her face as she left Twinleaf as fast as she could, a few flurries of snow beginning to fall from grey skies above. Emperor rest a tiny flipper over her still bleeding hand, making a tiny noise of concern at his new trainer.

“No, Emperor- you’re just going to get blood on you, it’s okay, I’m fine.” Dawn sniffled, using her shoulder to wipe her eyes. “I can get it looked at in Sandgem, I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m sorry, that- that must have been scary for you too. I shouldn’t have had you out of your ball, that was so stupid.” More tears well up in her eyes as Emperor hugs her arm with his flippers the best that he can, Dawn stopping in Route 201 to sit as snow begins to fall a bit more heavily around them.

“I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt, I... I’m sorry. I’ll get my hand looked at in Sandgem, I just- I don’t want anyone to see me like this.” She let out a shaky breath. Her heart felt broken, knowing that her relationship with her mother was effectively over, but she also felt much freer knowing she never had to go back home. Dawn didn’t know how she was going to survive, as embarking on a journey through Sinnoh at the start of November was practically suicide, but she would find a way. She always did.

“We’ll prove her wrong, won’t we? We’re going to become the best we can together and take down the whole League and Cynthia.” Dawn wiped the last of her tears away, the cold air making the wetness on her face sting. Emperor put his flipper over her uninjured hand this time, the Piplup giving her an affirmative nod.

“Let’s go. No more wasting time by feeling sorry for myself.”

#👻 drabble. #👻 headcanon. #blood tw #violence tw #abuse tw #this is 100% why emperor is her ride or die. he literally has been there for the worst moments in her entire life #also spontaneously decided to give her another scar. this one is on the back of her right hand #and is way more noticeable than the scar she got from giratina of course so #anyways my wisdom teeth r killing me today so im trying to keep myself distracted. have a drabble :')

[meili-sheep]

OOOOOOOH MY GOD I HAVE A WONDERFUL HORRIBLE IDEA--

I wanna preface first that this is following the harbinger Diluc ask i sent, following the idea in the post i linked. Okay so, now that we have ground rules, lets get into some ANGST

Imagine that the honorary knight had just helped Mondstat with the whole Stormterror problem. He and Jean followed Venti to Stormterrors point where the traveler had to then rely on Barbatos-- sorry, Venti's powers in the fight against him to purify Dvalin. The three of them had just returned back to the city of Mond with Dvalin himself as their personal taxi and Kaeya returned back to the Knights HQ or merely just helped with the relief efforts around the city after the crisis. Kaeya leaves the traveler with his citys god at the cathedral where theyll put the lyre back in its rightful place.

Some time passes, a lot actually-- half a days time flying by in the blink of an eye with all the work on Kaeyas shoulders. And he finds himself resting at the bar of Angels Share, Charles having made him his signature drink. Its still strange to him, how he now owns his once brothers family dynasty of wine. How he disappeared after that day and a few months later, a letter arrived-- dumping all of Diluc’s inheritance, everything he owns to Kaeya. He would've tracked down the sender but, deep down he knows he wouldn't find anything that would lead him back to him. He didn't know if he still wanted to talk to him after what happened.

And as Kaeya absent-mindedly swirled his drink and let the idle information flow into his ears and straight into his head, the Traveler enters the tavern clearly looking for someone. They meet his eyes and walked over, wishing to talk with him privately. He obliges, bringing them to the barely occupied second floor. A nod and the traveler starts talking.

Apparently, their return of the lyre hadn't gone as planned. They did return it yes but... someone came and-- "what? Ripped out Bar-Venti's godhood?" The traveler nodded. "This... guy, he took Venti's gnosis-- apparently it was the thing that made him a god? Or at least connected him to Celestia. I--I dont know why, but... it seemed like he knowed him. The person who took Venti's gnosis I mean. He looked... really sad the whole time, like he was pitying us or something."

Kaeya tsked. "This must the leader of all the fatui stationed in Mondstat. Can you give me a profile? Even if they scrubbed the scene, there has to be something i can pull out of him or his men." They nodded and started recalling what happened. "They have... long red hair, red eyes, red clothes, a whole lot of red actually-- which is kind of convenient since they have a cryo vision. Threw both me and Venti for a loop."

They scratched their chin. "It was kind of weird too-- from my general experience with dealing with the fatui i thought hed be... ruder. No backhanded insults or anything. It was just... a really strange experience. Although when he mentioned cleaning the scene so the knights couldn't do anything, it was almost like he bit into some rotten fruit."

Kaeya tightened his grip on his glass. "By any chance... did he wield a claymore?" "Oh no, not at all! Just some sort of weird catalyst. Why, do you think you know who this guy is?" "I'd... I'd like to say I used to."

---

He waits by the beach near the winery. It was actually kind of generous to call it a beach, more of a shore-- a riverside beside a waterfall. He doesnt care to disguise himself in any way, hes sure that anyone who'd see him would think him a ghost anyways. Except for him. He knows he'd come, not every fatui in Mond wears their mask and uniform.

Everything he felt about the knights, his family, everything really-- has been cooled from his fiery rage to a smoldering coal, soothed by the gift his Tsarita had given him. Though he may never truly understand, he appreciates that the Tsaritsa herself protected his brother from him that day. The love of the Tsaritsa is truly kind. And kind and loving she is to bring him in as one of her own.

"Diluc? Is that you?"

He turns, red hair shifting in the wind.

"Hello Kaeya."

:))))))

TLDR-- a what if scenario where, instead of Signora being placed in Mondstat, it was hARBINGER DILUC-- MMMM ANGST POTENTIAL

I forgot to mention in the last post that I was getting more vibes of like the Tsaritsa adopting Diluc again. Not really a full Ice Prince but Diluc being a beloved of the Cyro Archon.

Because she simply supports him with a love that he's never really understood before.

It's great; with that, he'd become totally devoted to the Tsaritsa because she is family now. And I've always seen the family as an important concept to the people of Snezhnaya so that probably has grown into Diluc in spending time with the Tsaritsa.

And Kaeya who would consider himself Diluc's family still would still be really hurt.

#diluc ragnvindr #diluc #diluc headcanons #harbringer diluc