#i usually stay away from more serious posts cause i want people to come to my blog to get away

[attic-club-sandwich]

How they are Handling your Disappearance Pt. 2

Side Characters edition!

Okay you guys wanted more angst, so here you go! lol A part 2 with the side characters was requested, so I wrote for Diavolo, Simeon, Luke (purely platonic), and Solomon. I left Barb out because i'm very unsure of his role as of right now in Nightbringer. I hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think! You'll probably need some tissues again so prepare yourself! lol

Read Part 1: Brothers

Part 3: MC Returns

Genre: Angst, Hurt.

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The brothers were the first to be aware of your disappearance, but the news traveled fast between all of the people who were closest and dearest to you. No one knew where you went, but they knew one thing for sure: they were doing anything possible to bring you back home. After weeks of searching every inch of the Devildom, it was becoming apparent that you were no longer in the same realm. This of course sent a new wave of panic through everyone. Where did you go, MC? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leaving?

❤️Diavolo❤️

If anyone should feel responsible for your disappearance, it’s The Demon Prince. 

He is incredibly perplexed and disturbed by the fact that his human exchange student disappeared right out from under his watchful eye. 

Diavolo usually has a very outgoing and joyous attitude, but it’s not the same since you left.

Instead, he becomes numb. Sad. Determined to do everything he can to find you.

Lucifer had come running to him in a state of panic, informing him that they couldn’t find you.

He rarely saw Lucifer act that way, so he knew it had to be serious.

He joined in on the search for you too. 

Barbatos tried convincing him to stay at the castle, but he couldn't just sit and do nothing. The peace between the human world and the Devildom is at risk.

After days and weeks of searching with no results, he becomes depressed.

He uses every connection, every resource he has to find you.

But he can’t.

Not even the most powerful being in all the Devildom can locate one human.

To disgrace not only the Devildom, but his Father… It's too much to bear. 

I’m such a poor excuse for a demon, how could I lose them so easily?

He sits at his office desk, staring down at the paperwork he’s supposed to be finishing. He's severely behind.

But instead of picking up the pen, his hands are clutching at his auburn hair as tears stream down his cheeks. 

Barbatos walks on him in this state several times.

The sight of the dark, heavy bags under the Prince’s eyes causes a pang of sadness in his heart. He longs to comfort him. 

But the Prince has become distant from him. 

He doesn’t understand why Barbatos doesn’t use his powers to find you in such desperate times. 

He’s confused. Angry. 

He orders Barbatos away, and rests his head into his folded arms, wishing you were wrapped up in them instead. 

Wherever you are, MC, I promise we will find you. We’ll bring you home.

💛Simeon💛

When Simeon learns of your disappearance, he almost doesn’t believe it. 

But when he’s forced to face the reality of your absence, he feels it deep within his heart.

His usual calm demeanor starts to crack, but he wants to stay brave for Luke.

He doesn’t want to scare the young angel. 

At first, he’s restless, pacing through the corridors of Purgatory Hall, trying to think of any way to contribute to your search.

But it’s been weeks. And still no sign of you. 

Now he sits in one of the arm chairs in his bedroom, gazing out the window. 

My little lamb, where have you disappeared to?

A book that he’s given up reading rests on his lap, his fingertips ghosting over the corners of the pages. 

He wishes you were here with him, sitting comfortably in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

His eyes well up with tears at the thought. 

Luke checks in with him often, bringing him updates when he can and suggesting they get out of his room for a while. 

He sits with Luke in a cafe for a while, nursing a cup of coffee while Luke chatters about all of the things he’s going to do with you when you return. 

This should cheer him up, but instead it sends a wave of indescribable sadness washing over him. 

It’s not Luke’s fault, of course. 

He appears to be handling it better than he is. 

Simeon, who normally thrives on the joy he brings others through conversation and gentle smiles, requests to be alone. 

He shuts himself away in his room, finally letting the tears fall. 

His heart burns with grief as his body trembles. 

As a writer, he figures the only thing he can do is compose a letter of his feelings for you.

MC, My love, please return home as soon as you can. Are you safe? I think of you constantly. Your absence brings a great sadness over me that I haven’t felt in quite some time. Even as a well known author, my words alone cannot express how deeply I miss and care for you. I love you, MC. I long to feel the warmth of you by my side once more. -Simeon

💙Luke💙

They try to go easy on telling Luke the news of your disappearance. 

The young angel knew something was wrong when Simeon sat him down, a serious expression painted across his face. 

“W-What?! MC is gone?!” 

His heart is full of sadness and confusion, worried about where you could have possibly ran off to.

You wouldn’t just leave him without telling him where you were going, right?

He tries not to think about that. 

So he puts all his energy into baking. 

Desserts and pastries of all kinds line the kitchen tables and counters of Purgatory Hall. 

Barbatos walks into the kitchen to see flour and a variety of different colored icing all over. 

But there is Luke, frosting on his nose and tears in his eyes, baking away. 

“I-I have to make sure there’s plenty of desserts for them to eat when they return!”

Luke offers several pastries for Barbatos to take to the brothers. 

He doesn’t usually take kindly to them, but he knows they are working hard to find you.

He eventually slows down, growing tired from his baking frenzy. 

Simeon goes to check on him, and finds the little angel asleep at the table, his head cradled in his arms and surrounded by a mountain of cookies he just got done baking. 

He stirs a little when Simeon carries him to bed. 

“M-MC…” he whimpers. “They’ll come back, right?”

He’s half awake now, aware of Simeon tucking him into bed. 

The older angel gives him a sad smile. “Of course Luke, they love you so much. I know they’ll return home soon.”

Luke sniffs, a tear falling down his cheek as he begins to drift back to sleep. 

“I-I miss them…I want them to try all of my desserts…”

Simeon wipes away his tears, attempting to hold back his own.

Luke begins to snore softly, dreaming of baked goods and picnics where you are there to share them with.

🖤Solomon🖤

When you first go missing, Solomon is confused. 

You were just with him, where did you go? Is this some sort of joke?

His worry causes the demon brothers to panic. 

Solomon is never too bothered by anything. He’s seen a lot of things in his lifetime. 

But when you go missing suddenly with no explanation?

That’s something that terrifies him. 

He hears the news from the brothers that your pact is no longer active with them. 

That worries him even more. 

He immediately jumps into action.

He searches the location of where you were last seen and picks up on lingering traces of magic.

That's odd, he thinks. He was proud of how far you've come with your abilities as his apprentice, but he knew this magic was way too strong to be yours.

This was the work of someone much more powerful.

Nonetheless, a flutter of hope rises in his chest. He's one step closer to finding you.

He analyzes the magic, and comes to the conclusion that you were transported through time to a past version of the Devildom.

Once he connects all the dots, he uses Barbatos' power to find you.

Of course, it takes a few tries, but he finds you. 

He let's out a breath of relief as he gathers you into his arms, squeezing you tight.

You sob into his chest as he holds you.

His poor, adorable apprentice. Lost and confused.

"There there, MC. It's going to be alright. We'll get you home soon."

But now he’s stuck there too, with no way to contact the brothers or Diavolo to tell them of your location. 

He could, theoretically return but he wouldn't dare go back to the present without you by his side.

Lucifer about murdered him already, and you desperately needed his help.

He secretly couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone.

But this will be interesting, he thought.

Let's see how this plays out.

#part 2 lets goooo #writing luke's brought me to tears #he's such a sweetie he doesn't deserve it T_T #anyways i hope you guys like! #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me angst #obey me writing #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[theharrowing]

Ghost Friend

Yoongi's spirit has stayed in his dilapidating home for decades. One day, Jimin and his friends Taehyung and Jungkook decide to visit the property, and Jimin makes a ghost friend.

Or, the one where Jimin is totally Jean Grey.

👻 Yoongi x Jimin (platonic)

👻 word count: 1.8k

👻 friends who encounter a ghost, haunting au, crack treated seriously, slight hurt/comfort, appropriate for all audiences

👻 warnings: uhhh...honestly, none? Yoongi is a ghost (which implies that he is dead!) but otherwise, this is a very chill, cute little Halloweenie fic. it is not in the slightest bit scary! Yoongi is lonely, and there is a positive ending. i guess my sense of humor could count as a warning!!!

👻 note: since it's a drabble, the descriptions are not as vivid as usual. it's mostly ~vibes~.

👻 request by @park-jimin-isnt-real for my Harrowing Halloween event! thank you so much for requesting!!! 🍉💜 i feel like you wanted it to be a little more of a crack fic but i managed to make it so serious haha. 🤪

👻 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

👻 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

“Hey, Chim, think fast!”

The one who reacts to the nickname Chim – who Yoongi surmises is actually named Jimin – glances up in time for an inflatable ball to travel through Yoongi's spectral form and pummel Jimin in the side of the face. The two men Jimin trespasses with stand about ten feet away, and the buffer of the two – who Yoongi thinks is named Jeongguk – is doubled over laughing, dark hair falling in his face. 

The one Yoongi thinks is named Jimin is understandably annoyed, picking up the ball, which is painted like a basketball but much smaller, inspecting it before throwing it back with nowhere near as much strength. It nearly hits the one who might be named Taehyung, and falls to the floor, rolling away.

Jimin complains, “Don’t throw haunted toys at me, you fucking creeps,” sounding exasperated.

The toy isn’t haunted, nor does it belong to Yoongi, but he is unwilling to correct them. He thinks some children brought it to the property long ago, before the house had become somewhat of a local legend, and left it behind. Sometime in the early 2000s, he thinks, though he cannot be sure.

“This place isn’t really haunted,” the one who might be named Taehyung says in a low, somewhat whiny voice. He kicks at debris that has fallen from the dilapidated ceiling with a frown. 

Of course, this place is haunted. Yoongi standing in the center of their friend group proves as much. Only Yoongi has not made his presence known, just yet. 

Although it is somewhat disrespectful the way people always treat his house like a heap of trash, Yoongi rather likes it when folks come to visit. Being a ghost can get quite lonely, especially because Yoongi hesitates to let anyone really perceive him. 

He thinks he would like to let Jimin perceive him. Jimin, with his pretty, pouty lips that he nibbles nervously, causing them to redden and become even more pouty. Jimin, with his short ash-brown hair and stunning blend of sharp and soft features, depending on which angle he stands at. There is something gentle and understanding in Jimin's wide, dark eyes that Yoongi wishes he could get lost in. 

If only he were still alive. 

"Jeongguk," Yoongi hears Taehyung say quietly, leaning in close and pointing to another discarded ball. This one is larger and red, and its surface collects dust better than the inflatable one. "You should throw this at him when his back is turned."

Jeongguk scoffs and shakes his head, muttering, "You are so childish, Tae," despite walking over to the red ball and picking it up anyway. He very quietly tosses the ball into the air and catches it while Jimin meanders in the opposite direction, distracted by some graffiti on Yoongi's busted living room wall. 

"Hey, Chim!" Jeongguk shouts.

Yoongi, who has begun slowly gravitating toward Jimin, watches as Jimin sighs and turns, shouting, "What, now?"

Jeongguk chucks the ball, and Jimin recoils this time, lifting his hand in order to deflect it. Except, without thinking, Yoongi reaches up and stops the ball in mid-air. Then, realizing his mistake, he quickly drops it. 

If Yoongi could breathe, he would be holding his breath. He feels anxious as his gaze moves between Jimin and his curious friends, whose expressions are frozen with shock. Jimin's hand had lifted just in time for the ball, but Yoongi managed to exert just enough of his spiritual energy to stop it. 

"Holy shit!" Jeongguk shouts, breaking the tense silence. 

Jimin's hand still hovers in the air, and he glances at it curiously. "What…just happened?" he asks. 

"You're fucking Magneto!" Jeongguk shouts. "That's what happened."

Taehyung sighs, stepping closer and picking up the red ball, which had rolled in the direction of his feet. "Magneto can only control metal, Jeongguk. Like a magnet…it's in his name."

Jeongguk shakes his head, mind clearly working on overdrive. "Right, right, right," he mutters under his breath, seemingly searching somewhat frantically for something other than busted concrete and dust to throw at his friend next. "You're like…Jean Grey then."

As Jimin finally begins to lower his hand, the stunned expression remains on his face, and he begins to glance around at eye level as if he suspects there may have been some kind of invisible force that helped him. If Yoongi had a heart, it would sink as Jimin looks right at him – right through him. His eyes are sad and curious, and Yoongi longs so badly to just reach out and touch him. 

"You have to do it again!" Jeongguk exclaims.

"Can you do it again?" Taehyung softly asks. 

"I…" Jimin mutters, brows knitting as he shakes his head. "No, I—I don't know what happened, but I am definitely not—"

"Think fast!" Taehyung shouts, causing both Jimin and Yoongi to sigh. Jimin reaches his hand up and, without giving it another thought, Yoongi also reaches his hand out, stopping the ball right in front of Jimin's open palm.

This time, when Jimin's eyes search the air right where Yoongi stands, Yoongi fumbles and drops the ball. He had meant to hold it up as a show to Jimin's friends, but even Jimin's unknowingly undivided attention makes him panic. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be going wild right now. 

"How the fuck…" Jeongguk mutters, at the same time Jimin – whose eyes have not left the space Yoongi occupies – mutters, "Who the fuck…"

"Pick it back up," Taehyung insists. "With no hands."

"I can't—" Jimin begins but Jeongguk whines, "Just try!"

Jimin sighs and squats in front of the ball, which has been rolled over to Jimin's feet by one of his friends. Yoongi also squats. 

All is quiet as Jimin holds his hand out in front of the red ball. He mutters, "This is so stupid," under his breath while chewing on the inside of his mouth. Yoongi wonders if that is a nervous tick of his – wonders what other nervous ticks he may have. 

Jimin knits his brow and Yoongi snaps back to what he is meant to focus on: the ball. He reaches out and slowly begins to lift the red ball with both hands, ever so slightly. Jimin gasps softly while his friends begin to shout. 

"How—" Jimin mutters as his eyes lift to Yoongi again and glance around the space, searching. 

"This is crazy!" Jeongguk shouts.

"How did we never know you could do this?" Taehyung asks. 

Jimin clicks his tongue and drops his hands, making Yoongi drop the ball, as well. "I can't do this," Jimin snaps back. "Obviously there is some kind of supernatural force at play."

"There's no such thing as supernatural forces," Jeongguk responds, sounding like an annoyed schoolchild. 

This makes Jimin laugh. His eyes become little crescent moons, and Yoongi thinks he has never seen anything so beautiful in his life, nor his afterlife. 

"You don't believe in ghosts but you believe in telekinesis?" Jimin argues, amusement shaking through every word. "Even though it was your idea to come through the haunted Min property? Make it make sense!"

Hearing Yoongi's name pass Jimin's lips makes him gasp. 

"Pick it up again," Jeongguk insists. 

Jimin sighs. 

Yoongi smiles. 

After a moment of hesitation, Jimin holds his hands out, just as he had done before. The ball only rolled about a foot away when Jimin dropped it, and he leans forward. 

Yoongi also leans forward, and when he picks up the ball, Jimin must think twice, because he begins to lower his hands. Before Yoongi has a chance to lower the ball to match Jimin's movement, their energies overlap. 

It is so brief and so faint, but Jimin's fingertips fall right into Yoongi's energy, passing through the side of his hand. All of his energy tingles, from his fingertips to his toes, and he drops the ball entirely when he realizes Jimin must have felt something, as well. 

This time, when Jimin gazes right in his direction, Yoongi has to fight the urge to materialize on the spot and make his presence known. In the past, when he has been particularly moody about guests in his home, he has materialized just to scare the shit out of them. That is one of the reasons his old home has such a reputation for being haunted, almost a decade later. 

Jimin's lips part as if he is about to say something, when Taehyung asks, "Jimin? Are you okay?"

In a blink, Jimin clears his throat and says, "Yeah, sorry. Thought I felt something."

"Okay, well," Jeongguk complains impatiently, "pick it up again."

Jimin sighs but smiles, shaking his head slightly as his gaze passes over Yoongi again and then returns to the ball. He holds his hands out and pretends to concentrate, and Yoongi reaches out and picks up the ball. 

A bright flash fills the space, making Yoongi drop the ball while Jimin heavily blinks and frowns, looking up at his friends. 

"I got it!" Jeongguk cheers. "Proof that Jimin is Jean Grey!" 

"You can hardly tell the ball is even lifted," Taehyung bickers. "From the angle it looks like it could still be on the floor."

While the two of them argue, Jimin continues to search the space. He holds out his hand, palm facing Yoongi, and without giving it any thought, Yoongi returns the gesture by holding his hand up and ever so slightly touching their palms together. 

"Heol," Jimin mutters, eyes widening. "I knew it."

The other two continue to bicker while Jimin sits and stares, smile slowly creeping over his face. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be aching. All he wants is to say something back or materialize fully and let Jimin see him. But what kind of a relationship could be had between a human trespasser and a ghost who refuses to leave his own home?

"Jimin-ssi!" Jeongguk shouts, "we have to do it again. I need a better picture."

"We are not taking another picture," Jimin says, rolling his eyes. "I promise you, I am not Jean Grey."

As the three friends argue, Yoongi stays squatted, eyes trailing from Jimin to the ball. He feels a deep, overwhelming sadness that has only compounded in the years since his death. Loneliness. Grief. But he also feels happy. Although he knows it would not be a good idea for Jimin to see him, he thinks that it is okay if he lets Jimin feel him a little more. 

"Just do it one more time!" Jeongguk insists. 

"No pictures," Jimin responds, to which Jeongguk quickly adds, "My phone is in my pocket!"

Jimin sighs, Yoongi sighs, and they both reach for the ball. 

"Are you ready, ghost friend?" Jimin asks so quietly that Yoongi wonders if he may have misheard. 

But he knows he has not misheard because Jimin stares right at him – right through him – with a smile. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be soaring.

Ghost friend. Yoongi likes the sound of that. 

happy halloweeeen!!! 🎃👻🍂

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[vergilsfluff]

elevating desires (one-shot) victor vale x eli ever

…·.·.✵.·.·… Word Count: 2,577 words

…·.·.✵.·.·… A/N: This fic was brought to life by a post I saw on Tumblr by 'daphnedumauriwhore' who stated that Eli and Vic being in the same hotel whilst simultaneously trying to hunt each other down is really just hilarious because of the possibility of them accidentally bumping into each other somewhere random like at the breakfast buffet or at the pool. The elevator idea came from 'victorfrankingstein' who said that the thought of them running into each other in an elevator whilst people being present was funny, and in fact I found this terribly funny so I had to do a little something. It's not my best work but I didn't want it to be too long and boring so I did what I could. Who knows, if people end up liking this I may make more chapters based on different scenarios based on other places in the hotel that they can potentially meet... Anyway, this was meant to be the slightest bit funny and the slightest bit serious, but expect the unexpected! I hope you enjoy! <3

…·.·.✵.·.·… Description: Victor Vale is restless and still hung up over the fact that Eli Ever is out there roaming the streets somewhere claiming to be a hero. Perhaps Victor has some sort of gut instinct telling him to leave his apartment and try and locate Eli based on a hunch alone. Or maybe Victor thinks a drink can temporarily solve his unease on Eli's whereabouts. Either way, he finds himself entering an elevator in attempt to leave the hotel so he can figure things out alone. But that all comes to a halt once he realises that Eli is far off from leaving Victor alone.

…·.·.✵.·.·… Ao3 link: Elevating Desires (One-shot) - horridmort - Villains Series - V. E. Schwab [Archive of Our Own]

Victor shrugged his black trench coat on.

Upon hearing a noise, a shift in the silence, Mitch paused. He stopped washing the dishes and instead he twisted his head around to peer over at Victor, who was fixing the collar of his trench with one hand and fetching something in his pockets with the other.

"Treat Syd tonight," Victor ordered, placing a couple dollar bills onto the counter. "Get whatever she wants."

Syd, who was perched over the kitchen counter, craned her head to look up at Victor. He stared back with no expression in his eyes, just pale blue. Sydney knew it was code for "Don't ask about it", which usually meant he wouldn't be around by the time she and Mitch had dinner and were off to bed.

Victor's gaze drifted over to what her hands were occupied with. Observing what seemed to be a half-filled, half-forgotten crossword and a cup of hot chocolate.

Dol rose from his position beside Syd's feet and moved towards Victor's legs. Nuzzling the trims of Victor's coat. Victor looked down, not knowing whether to let his hand muzzle the fur on the dog's head or to shoo it away with his leg.

"Where are you going?" Syd spoke, asking the question Victor dreaded hearing the most. Her eyes strayed downward to Dol, watching as the fuzzball hummed against the fabric of Victor's dark clothes. The dog whined, as if it knew Victor would leave again and come back at an ungodly hour. She pat her knee, causing Dol to swivel his head around to search for the source of sound. He retreated from Victor and decided to settle against Syd's leg once again. Victor straightened his cloak. Pat down his slacks.

"Out," Victor responded, already twisting the handle of the front door. It was the usual response he gave her when she asked such things, which seemed to be quite often as of late. He could see Mitch drying his hands from the corner of his eye, but didn't bother to give his former cell mate a glance.

"Don't stay out too late," she said quickly, just before Victor was inches away from stepping outside of the hotel room. He turned to look at her once again, offering her a ghost of a smile.

"I'll try not to," he said, before shutting the door behind him.

Sydney saw through the lie.

He always smiled before he lied.

In reality, Victor wasn't planning to go that far. Theoretically, he would be back before midnight. But in actuality, he wasn't planning to slip back into the apartment that early. He had some business to take care of.

Privately.

He wouldn't call it progress, but rather just a hunch.

A hunch that was itching Victor the moment the thought came to him.

Eli.

Eli who was plaguing his mind day by day and torturing his sanity. Eli who just kept on getting away. Slipping through his fingers like cascading water.

Victor kissed his teeth. The thought of Eli still running around Merit aggravated him to the core.

With his hands buried deep in each of his cloak's pockets he began walking towards the elevator. He usually preferred taking the stairs, no matter how many there were to descend. Perhaps it was a habit. But today he was feeling a little... let's say, spontaneous.

Mitch would tease Victor, claiming it was because he had an internal fear of elevators - to which Victor responded by grabbing a hold of Mitch's nerves, turning the dial up just a little in warning.

Mitch never teased Victor about anything else after that.

Victor entered the empty elevator, his slender fingers pressing the button which claimed to bring him down to the ground floor. The doors shut and he let himself ponder over the real reason why he avoided elevators. He first thought about how it didn't allow the operator to have much control over their transportation. It was heavily reliant on the carriage itself after ordering it to descend or ascend accordingly. Complete control was something Victor enjoyed having and he realised elevators stripped that from him.

He then thought about how it was so easy for an elevator to malfunction. Although it's machinery wasn't as complex as most of the things found in Merit, there were always articles upon articles on cases which weren't so convenient for someone like Victor to experience. He had already gone several years contained in the same four walls when he was placed in solitary confinement. He couldn't bare to withstand that again.

He also thought about the change in gravity, the change in motion. The change that felt odd at first, unnerving for some, and fear-inducing to many. It was random, but he wondered what Eli would think about elevators and their escalating nature. He'd probably think un-highly of them. Claiming that it goes against God's will. No human should have as much control on their final destination. He'd probably execute the man who brought the idea of elevating carriages to life if they were still around today.

Victor wanted to laugh at that, though he put that thought to a halt once the elevator chimed unexpectedly, opening it's doors at floor four. Victor looked down at the buttons beside him to see whether he asked for the wrong floor or not. To his amusement, it was still heading down to the ground floor.

Three women entered the carriage and he suddenly remembered another reason why he despised elevators so much.

People.

Upon seeing Victor in the carriage they paused their rather loud conversation, shuffled in, and stared at each corner of the carriage to withstand the awkward silence engulfing them. Victor used his ability to create a subconscious aversion around him, the very small and very subtle amounts of pain caused the other passengers to avoid standing too close to him. They avoided making eye contact with him too.

Good. That's just what he wanted.

He didn't bother asking either of the women if they were heading upwards of downwards. Just clicked the elevator doors shut and proceeded his way to the ground floor.

But of course, another interruption just had to surface its way up.

The doors chimed open again. Victor looked up to see that it was only floor three. He cursed himself for booking a hotel room on floor five, if he was lower down it wouldn't be such a hassle.

If he had just taken the stairs, it wouldn't of been such a hassle.

Two men made their way in. Only this time, the two just couldn't stop talking.

Great, Victor thought.

He was too out of it to bother using his power. It would be quite unnatural for him to use it in such a refined space. And so he allowed for the women to stand beside him, allowed their small frames to make physical contact with his lean one, as much as it irked him. Should've wore more layers, he thought.

He tried his best to step into the far left corner of the elevator, that way he felt as though he had more control on what he could see.

"It's all over the news, man, how have you not heard about him?" Asked the man wearing a dark navy three-piece. Victor had easily guessed the man was speaking about Eli. He restrained himself from sighing out loud. The man's olive-skinned fingers made it's way to the buttons of the elevator, just beside Victor. He clicked on the last button which led to the ground floor. The man offered Victor a lopsided smile, to which Victor didn't return. His blond hair was too shiny and teeth too white. It almost ached to look at such a flashy man.

"I don't know, I just don't care about all that EO crap, you know?" Said the other, who was shorter than the blond man but dressed more refined - according to Victor's taste. He loosened the knot of his black tie slightly, fingers unbuttoning the first two buttons on his dress shirt, revealing a glimpse of chest hair.

Victor noticed two of the three women stare at the man who was casually stripping his upper garments. Their hawk eyes were shamelessly zoned in on the exposed flesh of man he had so naturally put on show. He noticed, finally, and then flashed the two women a cheeky smile - a smile that reminded Victor of Eli. It was flirty. Misleading. Destructive.

The women averted their gaze, and Victor observed how their cheeks reddened and watched as one rubbed her hands down her skirt, straightening it out and removing the sweat beading from her clammy hands. He inwardly sighed. He never really understood the art of attraction. The human desire for sexual intimacy and whatnot.

The elevator glided down once again, surprisingly making it's way past the second floor. But that didn't last too long as the carriage came to a stop, yet again. Victor looked up, containing his annoyance. His gaze fell on the sign which read: ONLY CARRIES FOUR PEOPLE.

He didn't have to do a headcount to know that this carriage unfortunately exceeded that limit.

The doors opened again, the words 'floor one' glowing just above. But what the doors revealed this time was certainly not something Victor was expecting.

Not here.

Not now.

Eli blinked. He hesitated a little before quickly regaining his composure. A smile slipped onto his face and Victor felt as though his heart was in his mouth. He stood huddled in that far left corner of the elevator like he was frozen in time. Like somehow Dominic Rushers' abilities were in effect right here and right now in this very elevator.

Eli didn't let his smile fade. He knew the effect he had on Victor and he liked it.

He liked it very much.

The women attempted to get out of the elevator, but they too seemed to be entranced by Eli's presence.

"Excuse me, ladies," he spoke, and Victor felt his voice pierce him. He was still frozen, but that ice on him didn't seem to thaw.

It was burning him.

The women weren't even inches near him anymore, they were at the front of the carriage, yet Victor still felt suffocated. Still felt as though there was a noose clutched around his throat.

Eli shimmied his way in, his hand curving along the shoulder of one of the women in a gentlemanly gesture as he maneuvered past her and into the carriage.

The women dispersed, Victor saw one of them glance backwards at Eli as they ventured onwards. But Eli's eyes were fixed on Victor.

The doors shut and Eli just stood there. His lips still playing that smile Victor hated so much. Eli opened his mouth. Tried to summon the right words but failed. He closed his mouth and instead shook his head. Closed his eyes and laughed to himself.

Victor should've taken him there. Should've taken advantage of his vulnerability. Should've gotten a hold of his nerves and squeezed. Watched the life slip out of his eyes.

But he didn't.

Couldn't.

He was still frozen.

Goddamn, Eli.

Eli opened his eyes and exhaled. Like he was relived. Like seeing Victor right here and in front of him in a fucking elevator was fabulous. Just perfect.

Eli would probably say fate brought them here to this moment.

Victor would've told him that was bullshit.

Eli looked at the two other men in the carriage - or what Victor would like to preferably rename as a torture chamber - and took into account that the two were absolved into a conversation so deep that they didn't realise the Eli Ever was within arms reach.

Eli cut his gaze towards Victor and broke the silence between them, "Well, isn't this amusing,"

"Very," Victor responded, dryly.

Eli smiled, "I have to admit, I wasn't expec-"

"What's your opinion on elevators?"

"I'm sorry," Eli said, face looking overly puzzled. "What?"

"Elevators. What do you think?" Victor said, impatiently.

"I think," he began, looking around the confined space for a good few seconds before narrowing his eyes on Victor. "They can be quite misleading, for example, I requested for the ground floor and instead got you."

"I'm hurt," Victor said, sarcastically.

"Good thing you know how to numb the pain," Eli mused.

Victor spoke through gritted teeth, "I wonder who's fault is that?"

"I'm sorry?" Eli said for a second time, only now it sounded more like an interrogative question. Victor watched as Eli shook his head in disbelief. He really wondered why he kept saying 'sorry', like it wasn't the most useless word in the world, like Eli ever knew what it was like to be in true sorrow. "Are you seriously trying to blame me for your impulsive and reckless choices? Need I remind you, you killed my girlfri-"

"And that wouldn't of ever happened if you didn't decide to go investigate something so far out of your-"

"There he goes," Eli spoke, his smile twisting into something evil. "Blaming my thesis of all things, for his own stupidity. You are a joke, Victor. "

Now, Victor really wished he took the fucking stairs.

"Now that I think about it," Eli said, his voice splitting the silence after realising that Victor wasn't going to respond. "An elevator's convivence of vertical transportation can be compared to that of the path to either heaven or hell. You click one button, you desire and aim for one thing, but end up receiving the other. And why is that? Clearly, it's due to the actions that were made to lead you onto this moment. There was a circumstance doomed to interrupt your path, in other words - a conclusion to your one true fate, no matter how hard you try to strive for your own destination, there is always a destination already written for you."

Of course he'd say something like that.

Victor scoffed in distaste. "I wanted you to say something like that."

"Oh?" Eli spoke with an eyebrow raised. "Did the local church finally manage to make you see the light?"

Victor gave him a blank stare.

"Guess not," Eli muttered to himself.

The elevator chimed and Victor realised he missed the ground floor. Eli glanced sideways to see that the two men on the carriage had already left.

The elevator was already on the highest floor, making it's way down to the bottom floor once again.

They both stood there quietly for a moment after letting their mistake sink in.

"You know, for someone who doesn't believe in God, you sure don't act like it," Eli spoke, causing Victor to narrow his eyes at him. Urging him to elaborate.

"I know you've been on my trail like a man on pilgrimage, you are following me to no end like I'm your last prayer. Your last hope."

Victor scoffed, his lips tilt into a small smile, "You're not the saint you think you are, Eli."

The elevator opened its doors. Victor let his fingers curl, he could feel Eli's nerves in his grasp. It felt as if he were holding his beating heart. He held onto it delicately, like he knew it would bleed darkness and sin if he clutched his pale fingers around it more angrily, more urgently like he had always dreamed of.

Victor gave Eli a final warning before he let the dark haired man step out of the elevator.

"Run."

"Chase me."

#my fics #fics #eli ever #victor vale #evervale #eli ever x victor vale #vicious ve schwab #villains duology #evervale fic

[blocksruinedme]

smallidarity emp2 wip clip cause ao3 is down - "Best Buds Forever"

It's such a cute simple little fic. It should be rated T. Everyone on emp2 sees that fucking insane "best buds" mural and said "ooookay then". It's just two conversations and Joel fuming.

(I also have a 2k modern Flower Husbands wip clip up and a "smallidarity back on empires without grian" post-lim life fic. and a modern SmallEtho fic that is "joel fretting cause he doesn't have a label for his relationship with Etho")

"Best Buds Forever"

“What do you mean, he’s not my bloomin’ bo – it’s a joke, alright? Scott shut up! We’re not even really ‘best buds’, are we? It just got boring, y’know, fighting all the time. Repetitive. Too much bloody time and effort.” Joel crossed his arms and frowned at the laughing man.

Scott composed himself enough to wheeze out “And how long did you spend on the mural?”

“Shut up! That’s-” Joel hesitated. “That’s... it’s a joke. He took down everything else so I had to give him something he couldn’t, because it looked. Friendly.”

“The monument to the strength of your relationship.” Scott said smugly, though still out of breath.

“No it’s not–we were going really hard on the enemies thing, so when he stopped that, we couldn’t just be neutral or something boring. So maybe we went a little hard on saying we were besties or whatever, but it’s a joke, We’re not even really friends, are we—Scott bloody stop it! Shut up!I am going to bloody kill you, pull yourself together, stop laughing!”

“Joel, I’m sorry, this is just the funniest thing I’ve heard in weeks.” Scott still had an annoying wide smile on his face. 

Joel scowled. “Glad it’s funny for someone. No, I’m not, actually. This is stupid and annoying and you— you smell. Get out of here.”

He turned away from Scott, but didn’t leave. Neither did Scott, though he did pull himself up into a sitting position. He took several deep breaths and adjusted his hat. 

When Scott spoke again, his voice was softer. “Joel… you’re serious, aren’t you.”

Joel’s explosive answer might have scared some, but Scott was more than used to his outbursts. “Yes I am bloody serious! When did you become such an absolute idiot!”

—-

Joel had been having a perfectly reasonable day working on his base, focusing on the precision he needed for his builds. He liked building, it helped him not think about… things. Normally he enjoyed visits from Scott, but today he had come in full of even more smugness than usual. Joel hoped it meant he and Scott could make fun of someone, not that Scott was going to inflict his… Scottness on Joel. 

Scott had seen the… admittedly large mural Joel had built in Tumble Town. Joel had known people would see it, but he had to admit he hadn’t thought much about what they'd think. It was for Jimmy, after all, not the rest of them. Why would he care what they thought? 

The explanation Scott offered for his visit was to inform Joel that everyone knew about the mural and had “gotten the message” and he “didn’t need to worry”.

“Worry? What are you talking about?”

“You’ve made your claim, very clearly, and we’ll respect that.” Scott’s voice had a genuine undertone to it, making light of it all but being.. serious?

“My what? This is because of the sign? No, Jimmy can have as many buds, or whatever, he wants. It’s just a joke.”

Scott raised an eyebrow and looked at Joel in a way he very much did not appreciate. “Suuuure it is.” Joel glared at Scott and didn’t say anything, so he moved on. 

“Everyone else had ample time to actually make a move. If you’re going to be monogamous about it, we’ll stay off your man.” Scott’s silly mismatched eyes were positively twinkling and it made Joel very angry.

“My what???”

It had progressed from there, until Scott was on the ground in near hysterics.

#smallidarity #empireshipping #empires shipping #shipping #smallidarity fic

[chloeisaslut]

battle of the bands | harry styles

a/n: i wrote this fic last summer but never posted it cause it was originally written about someone else. too good to go to waste so i rewrote it!!

warnings: strong language, mentions of violence, angst, tension

AU: harry and y/n used to date but are now members of rival rock bands.

“hey theresa you ready for tonight? we’re gonna kill it like usual” you yell out to the owner of the venue.

well, it’s not quite a venue. a small bar just outside of town named ‘stumble in’. you and your band have been playing here for months. it’s not madison square garden, but anywhere you can share your music is perfect in your eyes.

your band, angels from hell, have grown to attract quite the crowd. you play here every friday and saturday night. upwards of a hundred people pack into the small bar on good days.

sarah jones is on drums, elin sandberg plays bass, nyoh on lead guitar, and you play back up guitar and lead vocals. you, elin, and sarah all met in high school during band. you have been lifelong friends with sarah so it came as a huge surprise when you found out she could play guitar. not just play, shred guitar. leading to the formation of your band in sophomore year.

“about that..” theresa trails off, “another band booked tonight and i couldn’t say no”

“are you serious? theresa we’ve been playing here for months with no issue. what changed??” you reply shocked.

“maybe she found someone better, l/n” you hear a voice call out. you turn slowly and are met with someone who makes your eyes narrow in annoyance.

harry fucking styles.

you two have a complicated history. in your junior year, his senior, you dated briefly. it was great for awhile, until it wasn’t.

harry was the most wanted guy in school. a sexy bad boy from england, i mean totally irresistible right? you too were charmed by him. you dated for over a year until you hit a low point mentally and broke it off with him.

rumors were spread and you were left with a broken heart while he sported a black eye. courtesy of sarah.

“oh when is the band supposed to arrive? because i don’t see any competition in here” you grit out.

“stay for the show y/n. that way i can see your face when you realize we’re better than you can even dream to be ” he says stepping closer.

“i’ll stay, just so i can join in booing you off the stage when the crowd realizes you suck ass.” you grin back moving closer as well.

you are eye to eye thanks to the platform boots you sport on your feet. they compliment your outfit perfectly

“come on man we go on in 15” his bandmate, mitch, pulls him away.

you can’t help but walk away and shoulder check him. you sit down at a table as far from the stage as you can manage. as you take a seat, the rest of your band and friends pile in carrying equipment.

“hey y/n/n, ready to knock the socks off of these bitches?” elin yells excitedly.

“nope, harry the bastard and his band took our slot” you slump down.

“are you fucking joking? you think that he would’ve learned after the first time i beat his ass” sarah starts to get up before you grab his arm.

“no, we should stay. we can see them embarrass themselves in front of everyone” you smirk.

you all crowd around the high top table and chat for a while. you suddenly hear the squeal of a microphone and you quickly look towards to stage.

“oh shit sorry-“ harry apologizes quickly, “hi, we’re the rays and we’re here to play some songs for you all”

after a count of three they all begin to play. you immediately recognize whole lotta love by led zeppelin.

you return to your conversation with nyoh. yet, you catch yourself looking at the stage more than once to already find harry’s eyes on you as he plays the guitar and sings. after their fourth song wraps, harry goes to introduce the next one.

“this next song is dedicated to the band i stole this time slot from, especially y/n l/n. it’s an original so i hope you enjoy it as much as i do”harry grins at you before playing.

you can barely hold back your scowl through the first verse. but when he sings the chorus… you see red.

“she’s a good girl

she’s such a good girl

she’s a good girl

she feels so good”

that fucking asshole

you turn to look at your friends and you’re fuming. they all look towards you with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

after what feels like an eternity they wrap up their last song and to your displeasure, they get applause. lots of it. you can’t help but push up from the table and storm outside. you make your way towards to door in the back of the building. already standing there is a slightly sweaty harry styles .

“enjoy the show sweetheart?” he muses but it is quickly turned to suprise as you push him back .

“i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you’re messing with the wrong person. you out of all people should know that” you seethe out.

“oh but the funs just started y/n/n. theresa just offered us the friday slot after seeing our performance”

you lean in close and whisper “come to our show tomorrow night so you truly know what you’re up against” you leave before he has a chance to respond.

next day

you arrive at ‘stumble in’ about twenty minutes before your set. you quickly get all your equipment set up and head to the back room.

“do you think styles is gonna show?” elin questions.

you simply shrug as you continue to let your thoughts wander.

“hey how comfortable are you guys with playing the new song i wrote last month?” you ask.

“that song is killer but why do you want to play it tonight?” sarah cocks her head to the side.

“well.. i did write it for harry”

“WHAT?” they both yell as nyoh walks in to say it’s time to go.

you all walk up and onto the stage. you fix your dress and put on your guitar. you speak into the microphone, “what’s up, we’re angels of hell but most of you already know that. we’re here to have fun so we hope that you do too.”

you quickly blow through your first few songs with no sight of harry yet. the crowd seems to be bigger tonight and louder too.

as you start call me by blondie the door to the bar opens quickly.

harry styles actually showed up.

you can’t help but maintain eye contact as you sing out the words to one of your favorite songs. a song that you played so much when you were together harry grew a liking for it.

you’ve taken off your guitar for this song letting you grab the microphone and wander around the stage. you start to run your hands down your body as you continue to stare towards harry.

“cover me with kisses baby, cover me with love

roll me in designer sheets, i’ll never get enough”

the crowd begins to yell even louder at your suggestive moves. harry can’t help but deepen his stare with his signature smirk etched into his face.

you finish off the song with a bang to thunderous applause.

“this next song is an original and i actually wrote about someone in this room. he’s a cocky bastard that won’t admit when he’s wrong, so this is tear you apart.” you grin into the mic.

you sing out the first verse of the song and you have the whole crowd on the edge of their seats. your voice booms through the bar and it rattles in harry’s chest. he can’t take his eyes off of you as he follows your wandering figure in stage. the song climaxes and you deliver these words straight to him

“i want to hold you close

soft breath, beating heart

as i whisper in your ear

i want to fucking tear you apart”

you sing think the crowd could be any louder as they scream, chant, and clap for you. despite everyone in the room you only care about one set of applause.

harry’s

he’s clapping slowly and giving you a look that can only be described as devilish.

you tear your eyes away from him and wrap up your set. the whole place cheers you on as the band exits the stage. high on adrenaline, you rush to the dressing room and begin the celebration.

the rest of the band and you go out clubbing and you don’t get home till around 3 am. laying in bed, you check your phone for the first time tonight.

you’re surprised to see a message from a number your don’t recognize. but the text let’s you know exactly who it’s from

“fine, you win. glad to know that i inspired you to write that fucking killer song.”

-

A/N: i really hope that you enjoyed this fic! it’s a little short but i’m really happy with it. please leave feedback and let me know if you’d want a part 2!

#harry styles #harrys house #harry styles au #harry styles fic #fanfic #band au #harry styles blurb #harry styles and reader #harry styles angst

[rosie-bee]

Bit of a vent/rant but tldr: I kinda need a break and might be offline for a little while. I’m not sure when I’ll be back. I’d like to be cause I usually like this app, I’ve just had a rough week. I’m not deleting so I’ll still try and respond to actual notifications, but I’m not really going to post and I’m gonna stay away from my dash.

I’ve been just feeling like lately Tumblr and maybe social media in general this past week has felt just extra draining rather than something I actually enjoy. I’m someone who doesn’t like to conflict with people especially mutuals/those I’d consider friends about stuff that technically doesn’t really matter at all. So I kind of tend to just block the source and move on.

Because I don’t like standing up for myself and my interests though, it’s kinda led to this feeling that like… if I stand up for myself at all that I’d be mean and unfair to do so. Even when it comes to stuff I know is blankly false, I feel like the only things that would come of it are either i generally offend someone, get told it’s not that serious, or I’d just end up in an argument over stuff that technically doesn’t really matter.

It’s led to this internal feeling that I’m sure people who know me could attest to that I feel like my interests are less worthy than others. I’ve wrapped my head into circles, convinced that every person I know around me is inherently more interesting and just better than I am. But were I to say that, I’d feel like all I’d get in return is told that I get to emotionally invested, and that it’s wrong for me to take everything I see that’s negative towards what I’m interested in personally.

I have wrapped myself into a belief that if I am not worthy of feeling passionately about things, including things that are typically a positive for me. Which is my own problem but seeing a lot of negativity towards my interests wrapped with feelings that I can’t stand up for them or I’ll just prove someone else’s point, it’s just been mentally really tiring.

As for well, what’s the point of even posting all this? I can’t say I have much of one aside from that I just have stuff I want to get off my chest. There’s little parts of me that really do want to just lash out. The issue there is I have a hard time even allowing myself to just feel my own feelings. Internet culture and mixes of just how I grew up have led me to this strange belief that if what I feel isn’t either agree to disagree feelings or something kind, then I’ve committed some kind of moral evil. I tend to give a significant amount more grace to others than I’m willing to give myself. And I know that all wraps back into that belief that others are inherently better than I am. But my self awareness of my feelings while believing that it is morally wrong for me to feel anything unkind and not completely compassionate are not a good or healthy mix. I have tried for some reason in my twenty years to build up this person who lets nothing get to them, and have had a hard time considering what an enormous ask that is.

So I need some time to try and actually connect with things I really enjoy that isn’t just scrolling endlessly on my social media, and not being able to mentally filter out what I do and don’t want to engage with. I should try and write more, draw, maybe write my own little analysis of all of the music that I like. I’ve had a hard time with deciding to not be on social media for the main reason of I’m just not sure what to fill my time with. For now, I’ll try and get on that. If I’ve got like, messages or interactions from other people I’ll try to respond. I just kinda need to stay of my tumblr dash for a bit.

[lemonade-juley]

4, 7, 12, 18, 23, 35, 41, 48 and 50 for Anya and Erin?

Oh boy that's a lot this is gonna be a very long post

4- who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

Anya initiates usually! She's very affectionate when she's comfortable enough to do so, usually with hand holding or hugs. Erin just simply isn't as outwardly affectionate, but she's usually happy to accept it.

7- how often do they say I love you?

Not super frequently around other people but they usually say it to each other when going to sleep for the night, so I guess frequently enough

12- do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

Both are fairly independent. Anya does just start to miss Erin when they're not together (granted that's not unique to their romance Anya starts to miss her friends a lot in general with extended time away), but otherwise both manage very well separate from one another.

18- how do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

Anya would very much just try her damnedest to help Erin get better, like figuring out medicine, first aid, or whatever. Though in the case if Erin somehow got actually injured Anya might be crying a little doing so.

Erin would also try to help Anya get better, but where Anya will constantly try and help and probably wear herself out, Erin does what's in her ability to help then just stays close to Anya to give her some comfort (well, with sickness maybe not directly next to her she'd probably want to avoid getting sick herself, but obviously the chances of Anya getting sick are incredibly slim or short lived).

23- what are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Trust, communication, and comfort!

Anya needed that full, unwavering trust of Erin to even be willing to address her growing crush and feelings for her, thanks to her awful previous experiences with romance. And Erin of course being Demi-romantic needed that close bond for those romantic feelings to even come up in the first place. They trust one another fully, and have found ways to communicate each other's needs even through Anya's existing issues with communication. And the two just give so much comfort to one another, a feeling of safety and comfort.

35- is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

I'd say it is at first, mostly just because the two don't really want anyone bothering them about it when they have more serious things to think about. But they'd be fine being more openly in a relationship when things have calmed down more. Granted Erin's more reserved nature and Anya's more general shyness can sometimes make it look like they're not in a relationship at all.

41- what would they do if they lost the other?

I'm under the assumption this is meaning either dying or otherwise being permanently lost.

Anya would probably spiral into her already existing depression to losing someone she loved so much, and more importantly, failing yet again to being able to keep someone she loves safe, as she already has failed before. It would probably destroy her even more then the other times she's failed though, and may even cause her to give up if she's not given enough reason to stop dwelling on it.

Erin would probably just be so angry after feeling the grief of losing her. She'd likely direct her rage at revenge at whoever hurt someone she cared about, bonus points if it was somehow say, Vitus who did it. Erin probably wouldn't actively spiral into giving up like Anya might, but she'd probably get way more reckless (and tbf she'd probably have this sort of reaction to the other people in her life she cares a lot about)

48- do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

Normally I don't think they would. There's so much uncertainties regarding their situation with Team Xen, Clear and Kieran, and Vitus and Angie that trying to think about what will happen if they succeed isn't super productive in the moment.

But, given my HC that Erin might have some issues with abandonment thanks to a lot of issues (especially with her, Alice, and Allen being yeeted into the unown dimension the second Erin showed a hint of being a problem to Vitus, and much much later with Souta just kinda fucking off without a word to her about it), I think she might end up asking Anya about what she'd do if they succeeded. Mostly brought up due to Melia saying how she thinks everyone will simply just go their own ways after they've won, Erin is, deep down, worried that Anya might just leave once she's done with her role as the Interceptor (uh ohs, mirroring Anya's own worries that she'd be discarded like a tool after everything is said and done too). Of course Anya just... Doesn't know what she's gonna do. She feels like really the only skill she has is battling, but while she does enjoy battling a lot, she's unsure if she'd be able to do anything of worth with those skills (she doesn't think she'd be capable enough to be an acting champion, despite the fact that she's probably more then capable of it). But Anya does end up leaving it at "whatever it is she does, she wants to be by Erin's side" which just really eases those worries Erin has.

50- would they ever break up?

Short answer not likely, not in any major way since Anya's personality and mindset kinda makes it where she simply couldn't ever end up going down the Renegade route.

But it is possible they might if Anya ends up wallowing in her depression and ends up a worse person of it, but again with that support system she has of friends it's unlikely to get so dire.

#that was a long one but i love the pairing so much #ty for the ask!! #oc: anya💙 #oc x canon #pokemon Rejuvenation

[kaylakat2]

posting more year old doodles from miscellaneous sketch pages because I can and also because I love all of these for different reasons. Explanations and information after the images, if you’d like to read about them :) (this one is very long cause it covers topics I've been dying to talk about (cause when I say I have 15 years of story for these guys stored in my brain, I mean it), so just a heads up!)

The first one is from a Halloween sketch page where I explored Chase and Marcus going on a date to a pumpkin patch. Which is really special for a lot of reasons, one being that a significant part of their early relationship (around a year) was spent at work. They didn’t have the opportunity to go out on dates or really do any of the cheesy stuff either of them would want to do with a new partner. So going on a date at all is fun, but it’s made more fun when Marcus gets to see a side of Chase he hadn’t before. You see, Chase never really got to be a kid, carving pumpkins, trick or treating, going to a pumpkin patch and going on hayrides. Nor did he really get to do anything else kids do. He didn’t have any friends, since his parents kept him away from peers not on 'his level', and he barely had any time outside of studying and schoolwork, seeing as his parents felt his potential would be wasted doing anything else. So when Chase finally feels comfortable, and gets to have fun, his inner kid comes out full strength. And honestly? Marcus loves it. They get to see their serious, reserved partner, who’s usually only relaxed in private, get goofy and smiley. He gets to see Chase get excited over how this pumpkin patch sells the small pumpkins. They get to see him enjoy sweets and spiced cider. He gets to see Chase really be himself. And though it's a little surprising, Marcus can’t say they’re opposed to seeing more of it.

As for the second one, it is, as you may be able to tell, a wedding photo. And just like the previous info dump, this one is gonna be long. Cause the subject of marriage between these two is actually kinda complicated, since, as I do with all my characters, I’m projecting my own contradictory feelings about the topic onto them. Chase loves the idea. He sees it as an act of rebellion, a shining symbol of his independence and ability to finally live as himself after years of hiding in denial. He gets exceptionally happy at the idea of saying he has a husband, that he’s happily married and he chose the person he’s with. That he did this of his own free will, and not because he was expected to. Marcus though, he’s vowed since he hit 20 that he was never going to get married. It’s a stupid, archaic way to fit queer people into the heteronormative idea of love and relationships. It’s getting paperwork and the government involved in your relationship for no good reason. And he hates that. But. He’s not opposed to talking it out. So they do. They have a long talk about it, discussing each of their reasons for wanting to or not wanting to do it. Chase brings up the logical point of adopting kids being easier, Marcus keeps mentioning all of his own reservations. They end it without a real conclusion.

But Marcus gives it a long think. Chase really wants this. It’s special to him. And he's given up everything he had for Marcus. Granted he probably would have lost his parents and the rest of his family eventually (yay homophobia) but he still moved with Marcus. Moved to an area Marcus wanted, to stay close to his parents. Chase lost the few friends he had. All of his stuff. Everything familiar to him. Just to be with Marcus. So maybe it was worth making a compromise on it. Maybe it was worth it just because Marcus loves him.

As you can see, Marcus caves. He gives in and actually says yes when Chase proposes. He enjoys all the wedding festivities and being able to say he has a husband. They even pull Chase onto the dance floor, despite his adamant protests. "But," Marcus says "it's our wedding. Can't I have just one cheesy little dance with you?" And of course, Chase obliges. And now Marcus has their favorite picture of Chase. Where they're twirling him around on the dance floor, both smiling like crazy.

The third one is a lot more silly than the other two and I'm honestly just posting it because I love Chase's expression. Marcus decides to drop lunch off for Chase while he’s at work on a particularly busy day. Marcus decides to fully surprise Chase, coming up from behind and placing a hand on his side, with a flirtatious 'heey'. But y'know, in the workplace that's not something you'd be expecting to face, so Chase rightfully freaks out. And nearly slaps his husband before he realizes what's happening. Needless to say, Marcus apologized for not thinking that move through.

#chase & marcus art #my boys #drowsy draws

[scoups4lyfe]

Hebi Anon

Okay on introspection

I think my biggest disconnect between me and Taro is my inability to read microexpressions (another symptom of my neurodivergency and the biggest reason why I want to get tested for autism)

If I could, I probably would have agreed with your takes a long time ago

I’m gonna also answer the ask you sent that you don’t want posted, on this ask.

The way you feel about Jin as a parental figure is valid. I know (for better or for worse) my parents are the reason I am who I am today.

And it’s absolutely correct that the harm, unintentional or otherwise, created even when someone doesn’t understand they’re hurting/harming someone cannot be negated just on the basis that “they didn’t understand.”

I think though, intent is incredibly important. It’s what they do when they don’t understand. It’s like you said, you ask why. Tarou never learned that, but he still tries to understand the situation the best that he can.

And when he sees “I’ve done wrong. I’ve hurt someone.” He immediately tries to fix it/make it up to the person he hurt.

For me his intention here makes up for the hurt. Especially seeing as he’s trying to learn —and appropriately changing his actions as he does learn and understand how his actions have affected people.

And I think that’s important.

It shows that he isn’t purposefully trying to stay blinded to the harm caused.

And yeah, if you can’t read micro expressions then it would be mega hard to parse out Momoi’s emotions, seeing as he’s an incredibly complex character. Who often appears very stoic.

Once again this goes into that “Forgiveness Theory” where it is easier to forgive someone who is / presents as awkward in their actions and speech, versus someone who appears stoic and capable.

Honestly I could make a ppt of his micro expressions and body language/scene framing and how it shows his emotions.

Whenever Tarou becomes overwhelmed (questions, stress, anxiety, emotions) I’ve noticed that he has a tendency to purposefully turn his body away from other people.

In episode 6 this is seen right after Haruka and Shinichi spam him with questions. It’s too much information, too much stimulus, he’s getting overwhelmed.

There’s a minuscule expression he makes as they spam questions at him, the way his eyes move left to right, and how he very slightly shrinks back in his seat like he’s curling in on himself.

When their questions finish. He immediately stands up and turns around. He doesn’t make eye contact or look at Shinichi and Saruhara, and even sits down at the bar. This scene is then framed at an angle that makes it appear almost like Momoi is at a confessional.

(This is purposeful.)

He states /confesses his truth. Answers the question to the best of his ability. And their response is that he isn’t normal. And he needs to try harder to understand people.

Whenever they zoom into Momoi’s face, notice how his eyes usually are looking down in those kinds of shots.

People most often look down when they feel upset, ashamed.

It’s what kids do when they’ve done something wrong. They’ll look down. Here, Momoi becomes stressed at their questions that he can’t look at them. When they tell him he’s not normal, the shot zooms into his eyes and he’s looking down, his face is blank.

Momoi is a surprisingly expressive person. When he gets excited or happy he immediately smiles. He does this every time he “creates a bond” with someone. He smiles and gets excited when doing Rock Paper Scissors or agreeing to a challenge. He smiles after answering questions (uh…Sanae’s), because he put thought into that and was excited to come upon an answer.

But with Haruka and Shinichi, (from ep 6 onwards) he doesn’t express a lot of emotions the same way he used to, by this I mean specifically he doesn’t show a lot of smiles or excitement outside of battle. And I think that’s because he’s being more contemplative and serious with them, he’s busy trying to understand what they’re asking of him, what the correct what to respond is.

I think he’s like that because he’s worried about disappointing them, and because they’re his “companions.” He has never had friends before because everyone gets upset at him and leaves. So he’s putting in MAX effort to understand what they want from him, and try to give an appropriate response. So when people yell at him or tell him he’s messed up but then don’t help him understand how he messed up/what to do, how to change etc, he ends up frustrated and upset. And again, I’ll say anxious.

Honestly. He reminds me a lot of a lost child.

#thinking of his episode two interactions with Sanae always charms me #the way he looked her up and down and very srsly considered her question #and his happy ‘68!!!!!’ like he finally found the answer to a particularly hard test #he’s SO HAPPY saying his answer and gosh. #my thougts #avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers liveblog #donbrothers #before harvesting season #who let delivery boy bring a parade float to a gun fight #sentaisouped #momoi tarou #hebi anon 🫡💋 #asks #donbrothers analysis

[pof203]

A Summoner Birthday

Previous post: https://pof203.tumblr.com/post/725688068593598464/a-summoner-birthday

Story (Chapter 9 Part 4)

And now, for the grand finale...

The Last Judgement!!

With one big wave of his baton, Israfil manage to get the Snow King and the boy down.

Now is your chance, Our Heyoka, finish this!

Role of the Wonderer. Rule of Rending. Engrave mine name, Lupin Stone, unto thee...

Boundless Tail!!

With one swing from your sword, you seemingly end the fight.

FLASH

What in Kamuy Kotan's name! Where am I? How did I get here?

Lupin: It's okay, Horkeu Kamui. You're safe.

Horkeu Kamui: (surprised, but slightly happy) Lupin, my hero, you're here, too? ... I was just on my way down the mountain to see you for your birthday.

Lupin: You were? That's great.

Uh, guys, something's not right here. Look.

Is that all you got?! I haven't even gotten started yet!

Israfil: (curious) Isn't he suppose to be back to normal after Lucifer uses his Rule?

Usually, that would be the case... But that's not how this story goes.

In order to free the boy from the Mirror's evil power, the girl had to show him just how much she loved him.

Lupin: But who loves Tangaroa the most? Asterius? Isaac? Maybe some Tanaroa loves like Kijumuna or Temujin?

Israfil: Or maybe... the Rainbow Serpent.

That's when you find all eyes on you.

Lupin: Are you serious? I mean, I know he's not a bad guy, but as a World Rep, he doesn't get along with My Wakan.

Wakan Tanka∞: (unimpressed) I will not deny that. I do not get along with him, either.

But you do care about him, don't you?

Lupin: Yes. Tangaroa is a good friend to me and Kijimuna.

Wakan Tanka∞: I love all other equally, with Heyoka being the exception since I love him the most. But he tried to hurt Heyoka. How can I love him?

Kengo: (determined) Just trust your hearts. It won't stir you wrong.

You and Wakan Tanka∞ look at each other knowing that you both can't leave Tangaroa∞ like this or he will die... Or something similar to death in a virtual world... With your hearts combined, you both know what to do.

Lupin: Tangaroa, please stop. You know this isn't you. You're better than this. What happened to the Transient who only wanted peace and to protect others?

Do not act like you know me. I remember now... How you chose the cow over me.

Wakan Tanka∞: Heyoka is like me. He has so much love inside and he want to share it with as many people as he likes... Even you. I know you and I are rivals for him and I still will not forgive you for attacking him, but I trust My Heyoka. If he says you are a good person, then it is true.

Tangaroa∞: ...

Lupin: I know it's difficult, but we have to stay together if we want out of this cruel Game. I care a lot about you, Tangaroa. More than you'll ever know.

Wakan Tanka∞: As do I. I do not wish us to be enemies if we both love someone who loves us so much.

Both: That just shows how much we love you.

Tangaroa∞: ...

You can hear sound of sniffling... Tangaroa∞ was crying.

Tangaroa∞: I... I just...

Finally, Tangaroa∞ breaks down into tears. You and Wakan Tanka∞ embrace him as you both found yourselves with tears running down your faces. Tangaroa∞'s body was cold as ice. But the moment your tears touch him, he starts to become warmer. Then, he was hot. You and Wakan Tanka∞ back away as you see something glittery come out of his chest and then out his eye like a tear.

FLASH

Mmm... L- Lupin? Wakan Tanka? W- What's going on? Where are we?

FLASH

It's a long story, but we're glad you're back, My Tangaroa.

Suddenly, the pieces of the puzzles come together on their own as if to say they are happy that you saved Tangaroa. No sooner it was finished, millions of sparkling objects started flying around, including the two shards that were in Tangaroa flew into the frame, causing the mirror to be whole once more. When it did, the mirror slid aside to reveal... the final breaker. You go to it and you see it is frozen over.

Lupin: Kurogane was right. The breaker freezing over damaged it.

Israfil: I can't help you with this one... Over to you, friend.

FLASH

You all better stand back.

Using his flames, Zabainyya melts the ice on the breaker. Then, Hecate give you the toolbox. Following Kurogane's instructions, you fix the breaker. You "press to open", "press to charge", then krank up the energy.

Zabaniyya: One.

Two.

Hecate: Three.

Wakan Tanka: Four.

Finally, you "push to close". Then, the alarm goes off.

Zabaniyya: (serious) Everyone, take cover!

You all do so as a burst of energy comes from the breaker. Finally, it was over.

Zao: Is that it?

Yule, curious, goes outside.

Yule: Everyone, come look at this!

You all run outside.

Wakan Tanka: (amazed) Is this for real?

The once snowy valley was now a beautiful spring meadow. It was as if that burst of energy caused the seasons to move on.

Kurogane's Voice: You did it! You got powered up all the breakers.

Boogeyman's Voice: There are no more left. All that's left is to access the terminal in the castle. Come back.

Lupin: Will do!

Horkeu Kamui: Agreed... Though I wish I knew what's going on.

Tangaroa: Same here. The last thing I remember was watching a movie on Isaac's computer.

Horkeu Kamui: And I was looking at my phone to find a gift for my hero's birthday.

Hecate: We'll explain on the way.

And so, you all make your way back to Candyland to access the terminal to get you all home... You, Wakan Tanka, Zabaniyya, and Kengo are in the back.

Wakan Tanka: My Zabaniyya, you really showed us your worth back there. You, too, My Israfil, if you can hear me.

Yes, I can hear you. And thank you for that compliment.

Zabaniyya: I just wanted to help... We both did. We can agree on one thing.

Kengo: What's that?

Zabaniyya: We care about Lord Lupin.

Lupin: I'm happy to hear that.

Zabaniyya: Maybe it's enough to... (blushing) Well... To...

Lupin: To join the Summoners?

Zabaniyya: ... Yes. I want to fight by your side, Lord Lupin. You and Lord Wakan Tanka. And Taurus Mask already to you about himself and Oniwaka. The three of us, well, the four of us, really do want to join your Guild. Because we can all agree: You are special. You are important to us. We want to help Lord Wakan Tanka protect you until the very end.

Kengo: That sounds like a good reason. We all care about Lupin. He loves us and we love him.

Wakan Tanka: My Zabaniyya, if you wish to join us, then do it. I'm sure the Missionaries and the Berserkers will understand. I know Maria would be happy and even Claude isn't that cruel.

Zabaniyya: We still have to ask Lord Lupin. He's the Guild Master, after all.

Lupin: After see how much you are willing to do this for me... I just need some time to think about it. I fyou don't mind the wait.

Zabaniyya: (happy) We'll wait as much as we can.

Taurus Mask's Voice: Yeah, we'll wait until the end of time, Soul Brother.

Oniwaka's Voice: Same here.

Israfil: You should be careful if you say you'll wait until the end of time... Since I may be the one who will make it happen.

Kengo: We'll be happy to have you with us.

Shiro's Voice: Yes, we'll loo forward to it.

And so, you move on.

Horkeu Kamui: I see. We're in a world based on fairy tales. I guess that makes sense. (smiling) It also proves that I'm right even more. Lupin is a hero. He's even dressed for the part. You make a great Prince Charming.

I'll take that as a complement since I'm the one who designed it.

Lupin: Hey, Arachne, Tsukuyomi. This is the first time you greeted us like this.

Probably a good thing... We have a problem.

Wakan Tanka: (worried) What is it?

Tsukuyomi: Not to alarm you, but, it's the castle... We can't get in.

End of Chapter 9.

#my birthday #birthday #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #israfil #wakan tanka infinity #horkeu kamui #kengo takabushi #tangaroa infinity #yule (housamo) #hecate #zao (housamo) #tangaroa #wakan tanka #zabaniyya #arachne #tsukuyomi

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: Helms Learns to Bake (Fic Part 184. Set in 2001~2002)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"I'll be fine. Just need some food and water and a breath."

"When I get stressed I count to ten over and over until I calm down, usually it works."

"That does sound nice."

"We do have chocolate milk in the fridge, if you would like some."

"That sounds even better."

Kirby gets Helms a bottle of chocolate milk from the fridge, "how do you feel about sharing with me, like about sharing the food and the chocolate milk?"

"I don't mind. You know I'm at sharing."

"Better than I am." She whispers to herself.

"Just takes practice."

"I don't wanna practice sharing you- I mean, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Honey, you do. Now, this is a serious question. Do you want to keep having Shannon in the bedroom?"

"If I'm being totally honest, no, I don't mind him staying here, but I like it being just you and me, I don't want anyone else in our bed or kissing you, or me, or anything like that… I just want it to be me and you when we're being sexual."

"We should tell him so."

"We, last time it was just you and your fist telling someone to get out of our sex life, you want me to tell him or does that we refer to you and your fists?" Kirby chuckles softly, obviously teasing Helms.

"I don't want to punch him. He has a pretty face." He chuckles.

"Shannon, we need to talk to you, come in here."

"Why do I have a feeling this is bad news?" He chuckles softly.

"Cause for you, it is. We're not kicking you out on the streets, but you can… you aren't allowed to be involved in our sex life anymore… I'm not mad at you, but I want to be, what's the word… monogamous?"

Shannon nods slowly, "I see…" he murmurs

"I don't want you to leave, I just… I don't know how to explain it, I guess I would feel better if there was no risk of me getting jealous of the way you two seem to be so perfectly matched in the bedroom… your chemistry makes me feel useless."

"You want me to keep your hands off your man, I get it."

"I promise I don't hate you, but I'm married to Shane, it feels sorta wrong to me to have sex with more people than just him." Kirby murmurs, putting her head in her hands.

"Can I make one request?" He whispers.

"Yeah, what would you like to request?"

"Just one more kiss? I want to savour the final one and not try my best to remember when it was like I did the first time I had a final kiss with Shane."

"You'll have to ask him, but if he says yes, then I say yes." Kirby whispers as she takes a box of Chinese and goes to sit on the couch.

"Last one," Helms whispers, "make it count."

Shannon nods and leans forward, tangling her fingers in Helms' hair, pulling him in for the softest, most passionate kiss they've ever shared, only breaking apart when they begin tasting tears dripping between their lips.

"Shane, you make sure she knows how much you mean to her, every single day, alright… I mean it, if I can't have you, she should know how much she means to you." Shannon murmurs as he wipes away tears.

"She'll know. I'm not going to let her forget." He assures, wiping away Shannon's dripping tears with the pads of his thumbs.

"I will try my hardest to be the best uncle for your daughter, I swear, if she ever needs someone and you or Kirby aren't available in the moment, I will be there for her."

"I trust you. And you always have a place here."

Shannon hugs Helms tightly before letting go, "guess it's just gonna be you and Kirby in your bed from now on." He jokes softly.

"Until further notice, yeah… maybe someday she'll change her mind or decide differently, but unless she says differently, it'll be just us."

"You guys left the Princess Bride on the tv, so if we all settle down here, we could watch it."

"That does sound nice. Let's do that."

Shannon takes a drink from the fridge and grabs a box of Chinese, going to the tv room and settling down next to Kirby. Helms sits down on the couch next to them, opening his own box. Kirby presses play on the remote and offers Helms the bottle of chocolate milk, snuggling into his arm.

"This is really nice." He smiles.

"I second that." Shannon murmurs, making Kirby chuckle softly before shushing the two men.

Helms has one arm wrapped around Kirby and the other one gently holding Shannon's hand. Nothing sexual. Just periodically squeezing to keep him grounded. A day like that had to be hard on him and Helms doesn't want to leave him alone emotionally. It isn't long before Shannon falls asleep on the couch, when Kirby notices, she smiles softly and points out to Helms just how peaceful he looks.

"Long day for him." He murmurs softly.

"He's so cute and small, mon mari." Kirby whispers.

"He really is…"

"Do you think we should move him and actually put him in bed?"

"I think so."

"I would offer to carry him, but I don't want to worry you."

"I can do it." He assures her softly.

"I love you, mon mari." Kirby whispers as she kisses his jawline before settling back against the couch.

"I love you too honey. I'll be right back."

Kirby nods, yawning as she watches him pick Shannon up. He's gentle and careful carrying him upstairs. Shannon stays asleep the whole time, snuggling into Helms.

Helms lays him in bed gently, "I'm sorry things turned out the way they had to for you. But you'll find your person." He whispers softly.

Shannon shakes his head softly, not disagreeing with Helms but adjusting to the feeling of suddenly being in bed.

"You'll be okay." He whispers as he leaves.

Kirby's snuggling up on the couch, protecting her bump as she gets close to falling asleep. Helms returns not long after, sitting down next to Kirby as gently as he can to not disturb or startle her.

"Mon mari?"

"I'm here, sweetheart."

"I love you, mon mari."

"I love you too."

"You are very handsome, ya know?"

"So you say." He chuckles.

"Can I kiss you, mon ange?"

"Of course."

Kirby moves herself to pull Helms into a gentle kiss. He's soft and slow with his kiss, melting against her.

"I love you so much." She whispers against his lips.

"I love you too. I love you so damn much."

"You wanna sleep down here?"

"Are there any other beds?"

"We could sleep on the floor in the nursery, the carpet is very comfy and we could make a makeshift bed."

"Take the pillows from the couch and make another fort?"

"Yeah, we can always make a fort, mon amour."

"Awesome." He grins.

"Down here or in the nursery?" Kirby asks gently.

"I say nursery, so we don't make a mess of the living room again."

Kirby smirks, gathering what she can carry and heading to the nursery. Helms follows excitedly with as many pillows as possible. It doesn't take too long for them to have a fort set up and be snuggling inside together.

"This is really nice." He murmurs happily.

"You're so cute when you're happy." Kirby whispers in awe.

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, you're adorable."

He blushes softly, snuggling into her arms.

"Aww, mon mari, you are so cute and sweet."

"Hardly feels real hearing you say that."

"Well it is real, you adorable man." Kirby whispers.

"Thank you."

Kirby kisses his forehead, stroking his back and snuggling into him.

"Didn't think I'd earn this. Ever."

"Well you have, you definitely earned this."

"How do you figure? I mean, I'm just a guy."

"You are kind and sweet, you work hard and you fuck harder, so you have earned the life you live." Kirby murmurs.

"I just hate leaving Shannon alone like this. Knowing that he doesn't have someone to go to at night."

"I don't know how not to sound bitchy about this, but I'm your wife and I'm pregnant with your child, if Shannon doesn't have a significant other, that's his problem."

"Doesn't mean I can't feel bad for him, does it?"

"You can feel bad for him, but don't make it your mission to find someone for him."

"Honey, do you dislike Shannon?"

"Dislike him, no. Wish he didn't make me feel useless, yes."

"I just feel like you're being a bit hard on him. That's all I'll say about it."

"You and him, the chemistry between the two of you makes me feel useless and uncomfortable… I get nightmares where you divorce me to be with him." Kirby admits sheepishly.

"I would never. You mean too much to me to ever let you go. It's just that you were so eager to help Jeff get a girlfriend, but you don't want me doing the same for Shannon, even though it would fix the problem you have with him."

"I only offered Jeff help because he was annoying me and he seemed a perfect match for Delilah, I don't have a match for Shannon, it's not a forever thing, it's an until I can actually help thing."

"That's fair. Thank you for explaining it." He murmurs, pulling her closer.

"Unfortunately I can't help Shannon right now, when I can I will, if he'll let me."

"I think he will."

Kirby pulls Helms into a gentle kiss before pulling away to settle down and fall asleep. Helms places his hand on her heart to feel it beating as he soothes himself to sleep. After Christmas it seems like time flies by and before long it's the twelfth of January, the day before Kirby's Thirty-Second birthday. The bed's been fixed, allowing Shannon to keep his spot in the guest room, mostly staying around to help out with Lilith when she finally arrives. On the twelfth of January, Helms is running around like a madman, trying to riddle out how to make the perfect cake.

Kirby barely even notices his panic, her attention fully on her paperwork as she reads through the notes from her accountant, "you are fine, my love, don't worry." She whispers, more to herself than Helms.

"I need to make it perfect!" He insists.

"I gave you the cookbook, mon mari, Shannon, come tell Shane to stop worrying his pretty little ass off."

"It's the first birthday we're celebrating of yours together. I want it to be perfect, so I will worry cause that's how I deal."

"It won't be absolutely perfect, I'm still pregnant, mon amour, several people I wish could see me now aren't even alive, just… don't set the house on fire."

"I don't set things on fire, sweetheart."

"Just messing with ya, sexy husband."

"Just want it special for you. You deserve a happy, special day."

"It will be special, it'll be my first birthday while married and pregnant."

"True, but I still want this cake to turn out right."

"Should I leave you to your experimenting?"

"No, you can stay. Believe it or not, you're a calming presence."

"Then I'll stay here and draw, nothing much to do anyway." Kirby sighs happily.

"You should try to convince Shannon to show you his book. Lil asshole refuses to show me, but since you're an artist too, he may show you."

"I don't want to pressure him, and don't call him an asshole, ya jerkwad… you, very sexy, jerkwad."

"I put 'lil' in front of it if that counts for something."

"It doesn't count for much, ya still called him an asshole… sexy beast."

"And if he were here, I'd apologize profusely."

"You mean if he weren't asleep in the guest room." Kirby chuckles softly.

#superheroes with secrets #shane hurricane helms #kirby roussimoff #blacklight bandit #orange and green - the perfect team #shannon brian moore #sws #kirby andrea roussimoff #delilah keshet rosenbaum #gregory shane helms #jeffrey nero hardy #matthew moore hardy #lita hardy

[emma-what-son]

I know a little about the “cult” Emma is supposed to have joined (according to Deuxmoi).

So, JZ Knight, who runs the Ramtha School of Enlightenment in Washington State, is a pretty prolific best-selling author. Knight claims that she can channel a warrior named Ramtha, who is over 3,000 yrs old or something. She essentially is a new age medium of sorts and claims to be clairvoyant and have ESP and a whole hist of psychic abilities. She has been around since the 1970s I think and has been on many talk shows over the years etc. She has a lot of followers who seem to be interested in her new age, spiritual practices and mediumship. People looking to get answers to “higher” questions and closer to “enlightenment.” The Ramtha School of Enlightenment is supposed to help students learn how to channel their past selves and learn what their true purpose is and how to focus their lives in that direction. Knight talks about learning the “tools to unlock the mind.” Supposedly.

Now, take all of this with a grain of salt! This is info I’ve gained from some pretty basic research I did on JZ Knight a few years back and glancing through some of her books. To me, she reads very much like other authors you’d find in the New Age section of most book stores. Well, except for the channeling of Ramtha…. That is her big claim to fame.

However, she has been successful in turning heads of the right sort of people with her teachings…meaning people with money and influence, like celebrities. I’ve also heard people say she appeals to “baby boomer soccer moms.” Knight herself comes across as someone who likes the spotlight and celebrity. She’s made rounds on many talk shows over the years and turns up in the news from time to time, usually not for anything positive though.

About a decade ago, I remember some scandal over former students claiming they were abused at Ramtha School, physically and with gaslighting. And there was a case with an ex-husband in court, where he claimed that all her teachings were lies etc. and she kept him from getting medical treatment for his HIV I think it was?

This is all just public knowledge that has been reported…I don’t know what is true or lies and haven’t looked into it enough to say much more.

After the last US presidential election, Knight did cause some uproar. According to newspapers, she was posting on social media that Trump was the rightful winner and the election was unfair and calling for a coup of the government! (Similar to the Jan 6 rioters in opinion. Basically trying to incite rioting…)

Previously though, Knight had supported Democratic candidates (she’s quite wealthy). But she seemed to be VERY publicly supportive of Trump most recently.

I’ve taken an interest in this in the past because I had a friend who grew up nearby in Washington and I spent time in the area. I got the impression from my friend that locally, they considered Knight to be a rich self-help lady that would give talks and donate money to things.

Basically, I think that there are different levels of involvement with JZ Knight and the Ramtha School of Enlightenment. I think she’s kind of a “brand” that some people dabble in. Others seem to be more devotees and attend the school.

Regardless of if her spiritual claims are true or it’s all a racket, JZ has had some very serious accusations surrounding her and her treatment of people and her judgement, so I’d personally tread carefully if I were in the public eye. Even if you just have curiosity towards her mediumship, as many do, it might not do your career/image any favors associating with her.

Thanks for the info. Imo it's usually better to stay away from people like JZ Knight. There are people who might want to give her the benefit of the doubt, but these people usually do the things they do to help themselves. And as far as the accusations go, there's usually no smoke without fire. I wouldn't trust her at all.

[heymrstargazer]

I just need to say this: to all the people of divorced parents, it's not your fault. im very involved with both my parents who are complete assholes to each other and treat me and my brothers like shit when they're upset with each other. as the oldest, you hear so many complaints about the other in messy divorces. they talk shit about the other, say they can't do anything right apparently, and a lot of the time the blame falls on you if you slip up. it's taken me forever to realize this, but it's not my fault, or any of yours. if it was money, marital problems, or anything else, it has nothing to do with you. that's their fault they couldn't keep it together or weren't ready in the first place. it's not your job to be the fix the situation or make them stop hating each other. they made the mess, they can pick it up. even when it seems like they're mad at you and you're the one to blame, you're absolutely not. it is not your fault and it should never feel like it is

#feel free to reach out #i am by no means a professional but sometimes it helps to talk with people who actually understand what youre saying #i could go on about this for so long #i usually stay away from more serious posts cause i want people to come to my blog to get away #but i think its something people dont talk about enough #jensen says dumb things

[ssplague]

Alpha Bakugou & his late blooming Omega girlfriend 🌬🥀

PART TWO

Honorable mentions: @jazzylove @bakugoismisunderstood @koreylive

Okay since so many of you seemed to really enjoy this “Just thinking about”, I’m turning it into a short story. I’m thinking it will have four parts all together (including the original post). So I know I’d said that I’d give you a nice big dose of Scumbag Suki this update, buuuut that was before I knew this was going to take off like it did 🙈 The next one is entirely his POV so you’ll get your fill then!

Part 3

🌌✨🌠

“Suki, did you really have to be that harsh towards Izuku when we left the playground earlier? I know you dislike him now but….”

You trail off as you get settled on the plush, blanket lined floor of the small tent you and Bakugou had set up in your backyard. Supposedly there was going to be “A shit load of shooting stars tonight!” acording to one of your classmates. You were excited and insisted on staying up to watch, and as usual, Katsuki inserts himself into any and everything you do. Therefore; The two of you had rushed home after school, asked both your mothers and pleaded to spend the night together out in the yard. Deciding that you two were still at the age where anything other than star gazing was unlikely to happen, they allowed it.

Battery operated fairy lights were strung along the roof of the tent and a small lantern illuminated the center, giving the inside a pink and orange glow.

“Hah?! No way was I about to let stupid Deku come and ruin OUR sleep over! This is for me and you ________, no one else….just…us” a light breeze blew in through the open tent flap and treated Katsuki to be briefly overcome by your scent.

The two of you had your scent glands come in around the same time and still weren’t entirely used to it just yet. All both of you knew is that you favored each other’s scents over anyone else’s. It was kind of getting embarrassing how much you were beginning to enjoy your temperamental best friend’s spiced caramel aroma. So much so you had to make a conscious effort not to lean into him and sniff at his neck from time to time. He was subtle about it, but certainly didn’t mind bumping into or brushing up against you more often than ever to get a whiff of your intoxicating fragrance. Even getting hit with a face full just now had his brain feeling sluggish as beads of sweat began forming along his hairline.

A voice inside his head started incessantly growling “touch her, touch her TOUCH HER”. Under the guise of getting comfortable he shifted his leg to rest up against yours and his mind quieted instantly.

“I….I know that Kat…I wouldn’t have invited him anyway!” Your face began to redden as you brazenly blurted out; “I like when it’s just you and I, we always have the most fun”.

He instantly perked up at hearing that, but he couldn’t help but ask; “So you like me better than him? You think I’m BETTER than him?”. Leaning into you as he waited for you to answer his question, eyes narrowed.

“You know I do! Besides….” You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned towards him and inhaled deeply “You smell so much better than him too!”.

Oh hell now you’d done it ________, you unknowingly opened the metaphoric Pandora’s box.

He didn’t speak right away, just smirked back at you and enjoyed the devious expression on your face. After another minute spent invading one another’s personal space you were first to snap out of it quickly muttering; “M’sorry Suki I..I dunno what happened I shouldn’t have got in your face like that!”. You sat back up and moved your leg so it was no longer touching his. Unable to comprehend the sudden feeling of sadness at the loss of contact, or attribute it to the fact that you were no longer touching him. Katsuki frowned immediately and scooted back against you, “S’okay princess…s’not like it’s a big deal”. His use of the familiar nickname only succeeding to fluster you further.

The next few moments were spent in silence.

Surprisingly, It was you that eventually broke it asking; “Suki do you know…d’you know what mates are?”. You immediately began to play with the cheap desk telescope you’d brought out to avoid looking at him, your heart was beating a lot faster now. The startled look on his face would have informed you that your question caught him off gaurd; Surely you hadn’t just had the same thought he did?! Well either that or you could read minds….that wasn’t very likely, thank god.

“Ah well my mom told me it’s when two people decide that they want to always be together and get sad if they are ever apart…so they live together….and then other stuff happens that damn brats don’t need to know just yet” he finished lamely, confused as to why he felt so strange reciting his mother’s words exactly as she’d originally said them.

“I get sad when we have to go inside our houses at night and stop playing together” you said, the depressed tone of voice sounded like it was happening right then. “Me too…I wish we lived together cause then you’d always be with me” he confessed shooting you a nervous glance. Your eyes lit up and you beamed at him when the idea suddenly struck; “We have to become mates now Katsuki, we have to!”. You got up on your knees and began frantically shuffling things around the tiny tent. “If we’re mates then our parents can’t tell us we have to stop playing and separate at night! We’ll always be able to stay together!” Your sporadic movement and sudden outburst immediately infected your companion with the same frantic energy, albeit nervous, but excited all the same as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“You’re right _________! That’s a great idea”

“I know!”

“So uh..umm how uh…how do we do that?”

You stop smoothing the blankets out to stare at Katsuki, “You don’t know how?”.

“No” he admits glumly.

You can’t hold back the distressed whimper that escapes you and Katsuki is immediately at your side trying to console you “Hey princess it’s alright-“. “NO!” you exclaim “We need to do this to stay together forever!”.

Then you remembered something; “I see my mom and dad do this every morning”. You roll up the sleeve of your jacket and bring your wrist up, simulating the motion of rubbing it across the scent gland on your neck. Katsuki nods his head in understanding; “Oh yeah, mine do the same thing! Let’s do that!”. He lays back and stretches his neck out, “You do me first and then I’ll do you kay?”.

“Kay”

You nod and smile down at him, shuffling towards his head and bringing your wrist up to his neck. You hold your breath as your skin makes contact with his and start lightly rubbing over his scent gland a few times.

“S-Shit” he says softly, squirming slightly.

“What?! Did I hurt you??!” You ask.

Fear immediately replacing excitement and distracting you from reprimanding him for uttering a curse word as you usually would.

“N-No it didn’t hurt…please d-do it again”

You do, continuing thoughtlessly as you become enthralled by his peaceful expression and relaxed as he starts purring.

“Your turn”

You take his spot laying down on the fluffy blanket strewn floor, shivering with anticipation and the slight chill in the night air. His touch warms you from the inside out and you gasp at the sudden sensation. Relaxing once more, you look up at him through heavily lidded eyes and return the smile he’s giving you.

Neither one of you has any idea that this situation is going to come with serious consequences.

Eventually you remember the whole reason you two had decided to camp out in the first place; “The shooting stars!” You cry sitting up and narrowly avoiding head butting the blonde boy above you. “Hey!” He snarls. You stand and open the window flap in the tents ceiling, just as you do you see the first “star” shoot across the sky. “Woah! Quick make a wish make a wish kat!”.

He won’t admit it…but he does, and so do you.

As more stars shoot across the sky the two of you lay together; Happily curled up in the blankets, snuggling up together. Occasionally one of you brings your wrist up and begins to rub the others neck lazily, while continuing to watch the dazzling light show taking place above you. Both of you end up falling asleep long before it’s over. The sound of Katsuki’s continuous purring, lulling you into the most comfortable sleep possible.

Well that, and how his natural warmth just seemed to consume you….

Warmth…so warm at times it could get uncomfortable.

Like right now…too close…too hot

Your eyes snap open and you take in your surroundings; This is your dorm room, you’re at school right now, safe. Your clothes and sheets are soaked through with sweat. Not just sweat apparently; After waking up more you realize your lower body feels disgustingly sticky. Then a tingling sensation begins at the tip of your toes, rapidly spreading up your legs until it reaches the special place between them. Then it’s like a literal fucking furnace has exploded down there! Not to mention the heavyweight that has now come to rest in your lower stomach as it begins to cramp.

“Ow! ow! Ow!”

You try to feel around the bed for your phone, you could call one of your friends to come help you.Friends….that’s right they all left for the weekend! Wait not all of them left, Katsuki! He’s still here! That’s right, you were supposed to go over to his room, last night? Is it already morning? Fuck who knows.

You start to cry when you can’t feel your phone nearby on the bed, you don’t wanna look for it.

You don’t wanna be alone either though….Your scared. His room is just down the hall it’s not too far away, maybe if you just take it slow you’ll make it. You force yourself to get up, not even caring that all you have on is a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra.

You bend down to grab your slides out from beneath the bed and slip them on your feet before moving forward.

One foot in front of the other.

Your hunched over, one arm wrapped around your stomach and sweat freely dribbling down your face, coating your chest, sliding down the valley between your breasts.

Jesus, I must look like fucking shit right now.

As you make it into the hallway and start your journey all you can think about is how badly you want to see Katsuki. He always makes everything better somehow; That smile he wears just for you makes your heart sing normally. Right now you just let out a pained keen at the thought. Your inner omega has always been quiet enough to ignore in the past, but now she’s practically screeching like a fucking banshee inside of your head.

Just one word, over & over & over again:

Alpha

Alpha!

ALPHAAA!!!

With each screech your primal urges and instincts had began overwhelming you. Eventually reaching a point where the lines between the two began to blur. Making you feel more like a wounded beast that’s gone absolutely feral, while slowly dragging yourself down the hallway.

Once you get about halfway down you start to smell the familiar scent that you’ve become so fond of. Only it’s so much stronger and….muskier? It’s intoxicating, and so potent, you need more! Somehow your legs are moving quicker thanks to this new desperation manIfesting. Once you finally reach his door you have to stop yourself from breaking it down; Frantically pounding on it instead, and now you’ve started crying, salivating, and you’re just a goddamn walking train wreck… Somehow you don’t care, your appearance doesn’t matter, you just need HIM right now.

When the door opens you stumble inside.

The sound of his voice quieting your shrieking omega as soon as it reaches your ears;

“Finally decided to show up? Was waiting all fuckin’ night for you and…hey what’s wrong? Oh shit…fuck”.

Fuck is very right.

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Characters: gn! reader x Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Chongyun, Venti, Dainsleif

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Diluc

When you first start dating, is a man of few words, but definitely shows that he cares. Is the type who sends you flowers but doesn't say anything about it.

Gradually warms up a bit more as time passes.

Is not a fan of public displays of affections but you'll notice that he'll touch you in subtle ways. Touching your lower back to steer you to the right path, touching your shoulder to get your attention, touching your arm when he just feels like it.

You'll catch him looking at you once in a while and when you ask what's wrong he shakes his head and will say something like, "Nothing, just got distracted,"

When you're alone, will lay his head on your lap for whatever reason. Will usually be reading a book and the next time you glance at him he would have fallen asleep, peaceful look on his face.

People will notice that his mood changes when you're around. He's a lot less on edge and will take a more relaxed stance.

People will also notice the gentle look on his face when he talks to you, compared to the stiff look he gives others.

Will give heaps of forehead kisses.

Kaeya

Has no problem showing affection right from the beginning.

Cheek kisser. Anywhere, anytime. Whenever he feels like it, for no reason at all.

When you're out in town, the type who will sneak up behind you, cover your eyes with his hands and ask, breath above a whisper and near your ear, "Guess who?" you know who it is every time.

If not that, then he'll just hug you from behind and "Caught you, you're coming with me," mischievous glint in his eyes.

People will notice how he can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

Is somehwhat flirtatious but always reminds you that you're number one. "I might look like I'm joking, but trust me, I'm serious about you,"

When you're alone, is the type who will take you in his arms, drop you in bed and just cuddle with you while playing with your hair.

Albedo

Doesn't say much when you first start dating. Actually you don't even know when exactly you guys started dating, you just had a hunch that it was happening because he starts to give you kisses on the top of your head whenever you would part ways with him.

When you ask about it, "Hm? Dating...? Yes, I suppose that's what you call it. I'd rather call it as an exclusive privilege to you,"

Asks for your company whenever he can. You don't do much, but just watch him work. He's happy with just being in the same room as you.

Will sometimes be conscious about the fact that you might be bored "Here, would you like to try?" is just an excuse for him to guide your hand on how to do specific alchemy experiments.

When he feels tired and burnt out will just appear next to you and hug you round the waist, rest his head on your shoulder and murmur "Just a small break,"

When you're out in town together and someone comments about it being rare to see Master Albedo accompanied by someone, he would reply back gesturing at you, "They are... My life partner. So, it's only natural you'd see us together."

Life partner=his word to indicate that you're dating

When you're alone, would ask you to fix his hair or tie his hair up cause "you're the only one who knows how to do it properly, aside from me,"

Childe

Absolutely cannot keep his hands to himself.

Always greets you with some form of hug, usually bear hugs or let me nuzzle into your neck hugs.

Would glue you to his hip if he could.

Visibly happy in public with you, dotes on you and asks you what you'd like to do today.

People can literally see hearts hovering around his head when you're around.

Hand holding a must.

Will not let you do any manual work or labor. Got something to carry? Will take it from you. Need to wash the dishes? Just use his vision. Having trouble with that jar? He might break it for causing you so much trouble.

When you're alone, will always be the big spoon and trail kisses on your neck.

Has a permanent smile plastered on his face when he sees you. "You're just too cute!"

Zhongli

This man is gentle and yet manages to be firm about what he wants, which is you, and no one else.

Does not show a wide range of emotions, he's either calm and collected or agitated and cautious, depending on situations that concern you.

Agitated and cautious because he feels like you're such a fragile thing.

Will enjoy watching your face light up at his suggestions and will get that soft hint of a smile on his face. "Strange, this effect you have on me. Quite an extraordinary thing, and that would be saying a lot considering I've been around for thousands of years,"

When he accompanies you out to town will walk a step behind you but regularly check on you by standing next to you, and reaching out to touch your shoulder that is further away from him. Thus you're momentarily in a semi-side hug. "Everything alright?"

When someone in public comments about you and him making a cute couple, he feels a sense of pride and confirms it. "It is as you say. I wonder from time to time how I've managed to have someone like them stay with me,"

When alone with you, is the type to pull you on their lap and keep you there for as long as he can while he works.

Xiao

Is totally a cold one even if you start dating. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, he just has his own way of showing it.

However the more you grow on him the more you find out that he gets flustered unusually easy.

When you suggest a date, for example, his face will get that subtle hint of red. "I-I don't have time for that,"

Sometimes he would say he wouldn't want to do something with you, but then when he finds out you went and did it by yourself he gets moody. "Huh? You already went to get ice-cream?!" will glare at nothing in particular until you say you can go with him next time. "Fine..."

Has periods of being worried that you're tired of him. You know when it happens because he gets quiet, and he will suddenly just grab your wrist, look at the ground, and mumble "... I know I'm not the best at showing and saying how I feel but..." you understand anyway, and are happy with just that.

Is actually extremely possessive. Usually will not hold your hand when walking around town but when a man somehow approaches you he's there in the next second and pulls you into a back hug while staring the guy down.

When you're alone, loves to have you lay your head on his lap and have quiet conversations with you.

Chongyun

is a shy boi and rather unsure of himself.

will gain confidence along the way.

“U-Uh, would you like to hold hands, maybe?” you tell him he doesn’t have to ask at all but he still asks the first few times anyway

Is very thoughtful about your schedule and workload, will constantly worry about you when you seem like you’re tired or overworked

When he knows you’re too tired he gets this sudden assertive side of him “That’s enough for today isn’t it?”

Will add a kiss to your temple, on the side of your forehead.

Sometimes will start to panic about something and turns to you for help. It’s actually something easy to solve so you help him and he would sigh and say “What would I do without you?” and leans in for a hug.

When you’re alone, has a surprisingly assertive side that pulls you in for a hug whenever he feels like it. Sometimes you’d fall together in bed and just cuddle while talking.

Venti

“A-ha! There you are!” will open his arms and wait for you to come to him. If you do, he does his trademark laugh and hug you tight. If you don’t, will stare at you with a questioning face but break into smile and say “Oh, too shy cause we’re out in public? Come on, it’s just a hug!” 

Has no issues telling everyone in town that you’re a couple. “Oh yea, have you met Y/N here? Cute right?...And all mine!” Cue the trademark laugh again.

loves to sit on the sofa, lean his back on the arm of it and have you in his arms just looking down at you do your own thing, mostly reading. If not, then just taking naps with you there.

When the two of you are alone, he sometimes gets this sad or thoughtful look on his face, which is super rare on his usually cheerful demeanor. You would ask what’s wrong and he would snap back to reality saying, “...I was just thinking about...how it would be without you,” jumps back quite quickly and grins, “but that’s not gunna happen, you’re stuck with me till the end!”

Out in public when someone comments you’re such a cute couple he would readily agree and give you a side hug, arms round your shoulder, cheek pressed up against yours. “We’re the cutest you’ll ever see!”

Dainsleif

the definition of protective is this man

is very subtle with his touches, affection and words, but despite that you can feel his unparalleled loyalty to you and is surprisingly gentle.

loves to greet you with a one handed hug and a kiss on the side of your lips.

Out in town, will start off just walking beside you but you wouldn’t even notice when he had slipped his hand in yours. His type of hold is the type of hold that makes you feel like he’s never letting go until you do.

While out adventuring with you, will have these moods where he’s just clingy. Will pull you by the wrist, trap you in between him and a tree and lean in for a kiss on the lips, gently.

Will pull back a moment later, cheeks flushed pink and apologize. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” 

loves to have you lean on his shoulder when you rest, and will watch you doze off peacefully.

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[mercurytrinemoon]

Another post on Moon signs you can drag me for

Before we get into the actual thing, I'd like to say this post initially started as something else but ultimately, what I tried to put across is, sometimes Moon signs aren’t that easy to decipher. It’s easy to grasp overall characteristics of the signs and then learn how to identify their specific traits. But what people seem to forget it that Moon represents the deepest side of us & our inner world - it’s uncommon to really see someone’s side of it unless you really pay attention. Sometimes I’m surprised to see what someone’s Moon sign is even if I know this person well. Meaning, people usually hide that part of them - or they just simply process it internally and others can’t see their emotional reactions. It’s also uncommon for folks these days to fully express their emotional needs so it gets even trickier to pin-point their Moon characteristics. I don't think I have to mention this but, of course, your entire chart should be taken into account, as well as house placement, aspects. Personally, I like to also look at Moon's dispositor.

Let’s start from my friends, Gemini Moons, who, I feel, get a bad rep for not showing their feelings and scanning every emotion like an AI. Nah-ah. I know this one Gemini Moon whose immediate emotional reactions aren’t very cerebral in the sense of processing everything in the mind and intellectualizing it aka, what people like to label as being un-emotional. Instead her reactions are often fast (air energy) but physically expressed through Mercury (Gemini Moon’s dispositor) and Sun (overall identity) – she has them both in Aries. She’s a crybaby who can burst into tears in a matter of seconds. So she’s not something that would stereotypically be assigned to a Gemini Moon. But what I did notice is that all Gemini Moons tend to have this weird look on their face when they’re processing stuff. As if they were about to have a brain malfunction; they stop and have that specific worried look. They also like to either gossip or tell stories (either real or made up lol); they’re great with words - they can talk for hours if they feel comfortable with you. They just crave interaction and mental stimulation. Their quick reactions tend to make them effortlessly witty. Even if they’re a withdrawn Gemini type, they make up for it through social media and technology or just a quiet exploration. My shy Cancer pal with Moon in Gemini is now a brand/website designer and an instagram queen who travels the world. This is great energy for content creators in general. And don’t forget that Geminis need to have their fingers in many pies. It’s because they always have a backup plan… and they get bored easily so they need that chaos around them to feel at home. They like to have options in everything, which is kind of funny cause it’s hard for them to make up their minds and actually choose something. And they store a lot of information in their brains… I feel like it must be exhausting, no? 

On the other side of the axis, whenever I see someone with a Sagittarius Moon, I can immediately say “yup, a Sag Moon indeed” (probably thanks to my Sag stellium), meaning, they all seem the same to me. Sag Moons often find comfort in exploration - best if it’s literal travel. They always seem to need to free themselves from their surroundings, family, roots or their own culture to discover something new and exciting, even if it’s only in the imaginary words - through books, movies and other medias. Their happiness always lies somewhere else from where they currently are. Like, I think all Sagittarius Moons that I know have left their parents and went their own paths early on. And they have this yolo attitude. Just like Sagittarius Suns, they’re massive dorks, probably also obnoxious… sometimes in a REALLY annoying way. They’re either a) very wise and curious b) lil preachy and stuck up c) just plain dumb clowns with no filter. But they’re all funny. And they take things lightly, with a natural ease. This means sometimes they may offend other people just because they assume everyone’s as chill as they are; „relax! I was just kidding!” - that’s a phrase you’ll hear from them often… I mean, unless you’re a jokester yourself and you’re unmoved by their sarcastic or teasing words. They have somewhat spiritual or philosophical nature so besides making you laugh, be prepared for deep monologues. They want to believe everything will eventually fall into place. It’s also hard to bring them down - or I should say, it’s hard to make them acknowledge that they're feeling down - they always try to distract or cover it up with a joke, usually a self-depricating one. If Sagittarius Moon (or Sagittarius in general tbh) is telling you that they’re unhappy, then it’s serious.

I’ve noticed there comes a point in life for a Libra Moon where they just have enough. They’re too nice for everyone and one day they wake up and yell about how they have to do everything for everyone and everyone wants something from them and bLah bLah. Makes me think of when Bieber was this overly nice kid and then he was like “I’M NOT TAKING PICTURES WITH FANS ANYMOREEEE AAGhJFJFUWIUq”. Yup, a Libra Moon, everyone. They know how to charm and appeal to people, I think overall they’re easily liked by others. Sometimes it’s simply because they like to kiss people’s ass just to avoid being rejected. That’d be a Libra Moon’s nightmare. They like other people’s company too much. And they thrive in relationships and in a big circle of friends. What they hate is confrontations (like every other Libra placement omg). They may be good mediators when it comes to other people but if they’re involved in an argument they get sooooo passive aggressive. They just don’t know how to handle conflicts - it’s as if their nervous system wasn’t designed for emotional outbursts (because, you know, everything needs to be peaceful and harmonious Venus-style). A fussy or angry Libra Moon will suddenly get loud as they blame someone for something… and then they’ll leave the room cause they’re scared to even hear the other side of the argument. Or, alternatively, they’ll make a doormat out of themselves just to stay quiet and avoid causing any rift. And making decisions? I think it’s common for them to have two different romantic interests and feeling so dramatically torned between them *Alexa play Agony from Into the Woods*. Then when they decide, they have problems breaking the bad news to one of them.

On the other end we have Aries Moons. *deep breath* Listen, I think I’ve said enough about having Moon in Aries (or rather purely dissing it) but last time it made a bit of controversy so why not wreak even more havoc. I have a good description for this one: I will punch you but be gentle with me cause it’s easy to break my fragile heart. So basically, imagine putting Buttercup and Bubbles into one person. And honestly, I need to say this, women with this placement are just hot badasses, look at friggin Angelina Jolie. The queen of badass. The queen of hot. People say because Aries folks move quickly (literally and figuratively lol), they often get bored with whatever got them excited last week... or yesterday. Ha, yeah, right. You get their heart to open up and they’re going to have their eyes for you ONLY, like a lil puppy. Give us treats and we’ll build our world around you. But NOT in a clingy way by any means, we need our space and independence after all. My lil niece is an Aries Moon and ever since I started playing guitar with her, she became my #1 fan or something. That’s the energy. But we get easily bored with day-to-day stuff so yeah, there’s that. Innocent and clumsy yet raw in their emotions - so there’s potential to make mistakes sometimes (or a lot of times) or having this tunnel vision, like „I want this and I don’t care about anything else!”. And then excusing it with some „but the heart wants what it wants” crap (looking @ ya, Selena Gomez). They experience constant inner movement and turbulence that needs a physical outlet in order to feel satisfied. WE NEED PASSION IN OUR LIVES, OKAY?!?!?? now leave me alone

Aquarius Moons aren’t as cold as you might think. People like to describe them as if their Moons actually disappeared from their charts: dEtaCheD, uNeMotiOnaL, tHey fEeL nOtHinG. It’s just they don’t sit and dwell on things, they find solutions to the problems. If something doesn’t make them feel right, they just leave that situation. They do care about other people’s well-being, they’re very sensitive in that regard, they’re humanitarians after all. Yeah, they detach, but from their own emotions - in order to make sense of them. They may seem like snow queens sometimes (and this comes from an Aqua rising) but they’re really friendly and if you pique Aqua Moon’s interest, they’re going to be curious about you. They like new exciting things so if you’re cool enough, you have their attention. Usually they’re pretty progressive as well and can’t stand injustice. That’s why you’ll see them standing up for those who are in need. Uranian energy gives them a specific type of sharp intuition and wit. Idk they’re just cute in a quirky way. But this buzzing, fast energy is a great recipe for anxiety, over-thinking and frequent changes of heart. Similarly to Sadges, they need constant exploration and stimuli. Intelligent, people-oriented (but not people-pleasing! Look to Libras for that), individualistic. They definitely need their own space and independence. Their decision-making is fast and it’s easy for them to just say „screw it, I’m doing this”. My Aquarius Moon friend just casually decided that she’s moving to Turkey cause nothing in our city (or even country) seems interesting or helping her expand… So she was like, see ya suckers, I’m leaving.

Leo Moons shine from within. You’ll spot them from a mile away even if they’re on the shyer side. They’re all lil stars no matter their profession. Very expressive people & easily excitable. Art galleries, live shows, theater - they love a creative environment even if they don’t pursue that lifestyle themselves... One of my Leo Moon friends is an art junkie – suggest taking her to an obscure play at the local bar, a music festival, a weird museum – she’ll say yes in the blink of an eye. And she loves discussing these things. A Leo Moon may not see themselves as artistically inclined, but usually sooner or later they at least try dipping their toes in music, arts, acting, dancing... you name it. They’ll learn a simple 3-chord song on a ukulele and then play it to you in excitement. Imagine a lil kid making you a puff piece and being super proud of it. Sometimes they just need some encouragement. Remember, Leos feed off of praise, that’s their fuel. Doesn’t mean they’re all proud, egotistical people but what it does mean is that they need a lil assurance to gain their self-confidence. I lived with a Leo Sun/Moon for almost 15 years (who’s a musician btw so yeah, a classic creative Leo type) - he did have some issues lol but ego wasn’t one of them. Drama followed him everywhere but I’m pretty sure he disliked it himself. BUT, with that being said, I feel like Leo Moons tend to dramatize themselves internally. People say it’s something Virgos or Geminis would do - because of their tendency to overthink, but Leos can just go straight to a worst-case scenario in their heads simply because they exaggerate everything. So don’t be surprised to see a Leo Moon feeling down and anxious. On the bright side, be their cheerleader and they’ll give that to you in return. They need sparks and dullness kills their upbeat spirit. They need to feel their own heartbeat so the feeling of excitement is crucial for their well-being. Romantic, giving and kind. They’re fixed fire so once they’re set on something or someone, they give their all and are rather loyal.

I feel like my chart low-key tells me I should dislike Taurus Moons but I just want to melt in their arms and just stay there? Like, forever? Low maintenance but a bit slow-moving and stubborn. They won’t settle easily, at least not officially, so you need to have a lot of patience with them. They need 3 things to feel secure and at peace: physical stimuli, time and a stable place they know they can always come back to. And it’s not like all of them are total lazy homebodies, they may be active spirits & travellers but they are going to have a reallyyyyy nice cosy flat somewhere near their childhood place (gotta be be close to their moms, you know). Not necessary materialistic but they may have one thing that they collect throughout their entire life and they won’t. ever. get. rid. of. it. There needs to be at least one constant in their life - like you know when Elton John decided to go to therapy but one thing he stuck to was shopaholism? Very Taurus Moon of him. Also, they’re very affectionate. In fact, may have issues differentiating between affection and passion - this is actually something Taurus Moon and Aries Moon have in common. Pro tip - and this is in regard to all Taurus placements - don’t smell bad when you’re around them (I mean, don't smell bad in general, no one likes stinky people lol). They have a sensitive smell. Doesn’t help that they like to smell everything. EVERYTHING. I swear, Taurus, stop sticking your nose in every single thing!!! You don't need to know how that piece of utensil smells like. Jeez.

Scorpio Moon (shoutout to those who remember me accidentally calling them sporpio last time I made a post on Moons lol). I honestly don’t know what to tell you... I feel like all you hear about Scorpio Moon is 100% true, there’s nothing to debunk here. It’s the Moon of extremes. Prone to jealousy and surpressing emotions; severe trust issues; they’re instigators. I was low-key bullied by a few Scorpio Moons when I was in school so there’s that. Very secretive and private. Scorpio Moon will be like “I’m in control of the situation!!!!” and you’ll just look at them and think, yeah, right, looks like the situation is controlling you. But keep being in denial, sure. Like, don’t get me wrong, Scorpios in general can be TOTAL SWEETHEARTS OMG but ya’ll have issues. Even celebrities who have this placements... Think Beyonce or Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus... I feel like they have issues lol, especially with control and the need for everything to be perfectly the way they want it to be. To be fair, that’s probably why they’re all so influential and high status: it’s either their way or highway. They need constant reinvention; they’re the ones to wake up one day and decide they’re going through a spiritual awakening blah blah. They also like to talk about dark and shocking topics while having casual lunch with you... So like, be warned that you may end up with a depressed mood after talking to them for 10 minutes. And their mood swings... don’t even get me started on that.

I don't know where to start with Virgo Moons... I feel like they're very calculated and nit-picky but they're a lot warmer than Virgo Suns. I think I called them softies in my last Moon post. Very sweet people but prone to anxiety. You gotta experience seeing them having a heart attack over someone mixing bananas with milk or messing with their stuff that’s been put in a perfect arrangement. I saw a Virgo Moon once literally squealing shouting "YOU'RE GONNA RUIN YOUR LAPTOP WITH THAT SUPERGLUE!!!" Highly entertaining to watch, not gonna lie. Gordon Ramsay has his Moon in Virgo - it’s conjunct Uranus and Pluto so that’s an extreme but I think him being fed up with people over small inconsistencies in their food prep is a perfect example of this energy (btw his chart is hilarious, it literally explains EVERYTHING). They're VERY picky with their food as well, just as Virgo Suns tend to be. Like, they’ll only have a specific type of single origin coffee or they’ll be vegan or something. Self-critical over their work, which is a plus... except for when finishing a simple task takes them a few hours because they want to make it perfect. They take everything seriously. This of course doesn't mean they're total bores - on the contrary, Mercurial energy gives them witty approach and a talent for choosing the right words at the right time. Tho they can be a bit awkward or shy with it. Can be as bubbly as Gemini but the grounded earthy energy gives them more practical and almost nurturing nature - earth signs are providers after all and Virgo is the sign of service - helping others is like their second nature. I’ve noticed they often find comfort in devoting themselves to a choosen task - this is why if they pursue something, they’re really good at it. They’re also very likely to dissect their emotions.

I’m not a fan of water Moons in general but Pisces Moon is the best water Moon in my opinion. Maybe because I like Pisces overall. I think it’s like a tweaked Sagittarius Moon - just more internalized, withdrawn & gloomy. But unlike Sag, who has a tendency to be an adventurous optimist, Pisces likes to focus on the negatives instead. Obviously, they can be very upbeat, they’re Jupiter-ruled after all, but there’s somehing whiny about them lol. Just like Sadges, they dream big and have their standards put up sooo high but if there's not much active energy in their charts, they’re often too passive to actually fullfill any of that - or I should say, they’re stuck daydreaming about it, believing it’ll just magically manifest for them... OR they do everything with an apathetic approach. What I do like about them is that they’re funny. And really chill - sometimes to the point of coming off as confused or hazy. I feel like a lot of them would just love to sleep all day... or sit by the lake and just think about the world. Most of them are also compassionate folks - again, maybe a bit too much. Hey Pisces, you don’t have to take everything to heart, it’s okay. On the bright side, they have big imagination and the ability to disconnect and just create. I have a few Pisces Moons in the family: one’s that sleepy artistic type with grand visions, one is an asshole-ish but funny entrepreneur with a questionable work ethic and one is a witty IT guy who’s actually a workaholic and likes to shut in his own world of computers and numbers or whatever he does there... So there’s this factor of tunnel vision, escapism and, on the more negative side, being kinda iffy and almost addicted to the way they want things to be. Once they set their eyes on something it’s done deal…

My issue with Capricorn Moons is that they're often trying to be sooooo mature omg, like, loosen up a bit. It usually starts when they're in their later teens... They can be the most rebellious kid that likes to have fun and suddenly they'll be like "I'm too old for this ugh grow up" *judgmental stare*. My 18-year old niece once literally roasted my sister that she's in her 30s and still doesn't have her own place (well so do I so I guess she also indirectly roasted me as well???). And she was SO deadpan with it. Because she herself wants to be independent and start a family before turning 25. This is classic Capricorn Moon energy. They suck out joy out of everything lol. Of course, OF COURSE, it depends on the whole chart but I feel like worst-case scenario is that at one point in their life (or maybe even a few times throughout it) they go through a massive shake-up that makes them change their attitude and re-evaluate their structures. There's this multi-instrumentalist Yvette Young - she's a sweet, funny Cancer/Leo mix but her Moon is in Capricorn. She used to be a competitive pianist but the pressure that was put on her has led her to severe health issues. Like yes, she’s now an extremely talented musician - thanks to family’s expectations & a rigid schooling system (Saturn) but it did cost her a lot. She has recovered since then but I think it's a perfect example of this energy. It’s very ambitious and hardworking but emotionally demanding in the sense that you have to actually put your emotions aside in order to deal with the rest. Another thing, because Moon can be associated with family, there's often a weird dynamic surrounding this topic. I don't think I've met a Capricorn Moon that had a completely healthy and happy relationship with their fam or one of the family members. Or, alternatively, there can be a strong bond between one of them but usually created in the atmosphere of hardships.

Last but not least, Cancer Moons. I had three school friends with this placement and all of them made this sad, whiny face as they said „oh I don’t knoooow anymoreee”  when they were feeling torned or frustrated. To be fair, two of them are water Suns so for them, it added to the mushyness. All Cancer Moons I know are family people or better yet, baby people. One of those school friends is now a guidance counsellor, working with kids; the other turned her instagram into a gallery of her own child after she gave birth. So much kid content, omg. There’s also something very indecisive about them… or I should say, hesitant. They’re not very fast at making decisions. Also, what’s interesting, they’re kind of like walking libraries, they remember a lot – so they store a lot of information in their brains just like air signs but they process it in a completely different way – emotional, obviously. I think this also makes them hold grudges a lot. For them it’s more of a question of „how does it make me feel?” rather than „how valid is it?”. There’s certain stubborness in them in that regard because they don’t keep their minds open. It’s also hard for them to walk away from people and situations, like a crab pinching you with its claws – it won’t let go. Sensitive but not easy to open up; very protective of themselves and their loved ones & they tend to shut down in their crab shells. But they may crave connection and the feeling of belonging. Also very caring and with a big imagination. They’re very receptive of their environment so mood swings are a thing for them.

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