#it's a hard mindset to escape. i am VERY aware of that

[multi-lefaiye]

not sure who might need to hear this or if it's just me that needs to, but i've had this thought for a bit and i wanna write it out

you are not a machine that exists to make art. you are a human being, and human beings need rest and breaks.

creative block happens. it's natural, and embracing it as part of the process is far better in the long run than stressing out over it.

we live in a world that emphasizes productivity above all else and needing to Make Something, but truly it is not the end of the world if you're not productive 24/7.

#multi makes text posts #also. even machines need breaks sometimes #nothing can run at 100% all the time #speaking for myself here #i get really antsy and irritable when i haven't done any art for a bit #it stresses me out. like a lot. #so like. I Get It. trust me i really do #and the same applies for writing; but it's a lot more pronounced with art #it's a hard mindset to escape. i am VERY aware of that #but idk. productivity isn't the end all be all of creating #and i wish that mindset wasn't so pushed a lot of the time

[starillusion13]

EYES NEVER LIE

Pairing: Wooyoung x f!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Romance

Warnings: mention of stalking, cheating on the partner, hurt and crying.

W.C: 3.1k

Notes: Thanks to the people who joined this event and gave me the requests and loving my works. The event is for my and (Yeosang, Haechan and Taeil) birthday month so let’s enjoy together.

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Request from @mybelovedwoo

Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @vvshere

“You came?”, holding the wine glass tighter in your hand, you faced the person who is now standing in your very eyesight after one long year.

The man locked his eyes with your brown orbs which is reflecting the hidden brightness of the universe as if it’s the mirror to the bright light of the chandelier but the mirror is broken and it looks hurt. These eyes were the reason of the beginning of everything between you two and maybe the end.

Both of you are near the corner table of the big banquet hall, where you were still seated elegantly on the chair and the red slit long body-hugging dress is complimenting your look even more. The off shoulders part of the dress highlighting the beautiful diamond necklace around your neck with your hairs tied in a messy bun with a slight touch of a red lip tint making the perfect sophisticated attendee of the party. You didn’t mean to outstand in the party but your current situation made you call the spirit of the lost love within you.

The said man who was leaning to just the opposite chair at the table is in contrast dressed in a black suit with a white plain shirt inside with three buttons from the top remained unbuttoned. His hair is gelled but slightly brushed back to focus on the sharp jawline and the dark glint in his eyes. This sexy look for a party is always expected from the well-known businessman, JUNG WOOYOUNG.

“Didn’t know you will be here?” hearing this sweet voice after three months somehow sends a shiver through your body. You looked away from his intense gaze which you still feel is focused on you but you wanted to shrug it off. You chugged down the rest of the wine to prevent a single drop of vulnerable self, escaping your eyes. You want to look strong in front of him, to show him what he did really does not have an effect on you but guess, you are wrong for this. Seeing him again is breaking your hard shell which you tried to build all these times and you realize how he has a strong effect on you, despite not being in touch for so long.

The party has this sweet melody for a calm entertaining atmosphere which allows you to relax and have the business conversation in a peaceful mindset. You are deaf to the melody but is only ears for the voice in front of you to speak more.

 Mr. Park Seonghwa, the owner of the Star Enterprise and the host of the party who invited you has already discussed with you earlier on the upcoming meeting and how it would benefit your company. So, you were then left alone to your own thoughts before leaving the party early because you never liked attending all these parties alone but somehow now you have to. When this certain man came up to you smiling as if nothing happened between you two.

“If you knew then you didn’t have come right?” you wanting to play it all cool and stand strong on your ground and not let him to feel that he has broken you when he really did, the broken pieces are not even glued but where some are lost.

“Y/N, it’s not like that.”

“Woo, look if you really don’t want to see me then you could have ignored me but still you made your presence well aware to me by coming all smiling towards me.” You are barely holding yourself together and you are on the verge of breakdown.

“Do you really think I want to ignore you? I have so much to explain to you but you are not liking my presence and not even looking at me. Why are you acting like this?”

“Really? You are asking me why am I like this? Afterall when you are the cause.” You looked around the hall to see a nearby group of people giving you looks as if why you are speaking to this man so informally and not maintaining a proper decorum.

“Y/N listen-“

“Stop it Woo. Please don’t create a scene here. I should just have left before I had to come across you.” You looked him in the eye which shows the mixture of anger and hurt.

“What’s going on here Miss L/N and Mr. Jung? Is everything alright?” Seonghwa approached to both of you when you slightly raised your voice at Wooyoung. Seonghwa steal a glance at Mr. Jung to see his eyes are not leaving you even when Seonghwa, his closest business partner is standing beside him.

So, he asked again, “Do you guys need any help?”

Averting your gaze away from them you stood up and turned around to maintain a proper composure. You put a false façade of smile on your face and took a glance at Wooyoung before completely giving your attention to the host.

“Oh no Mr. Park, I was just preparing myself to leave but I just felt unwell, sorry to make you worry for no major cause.”

“It’s okay Miss L/N, if you don’t mind, I can drive you back home if you are felling unwell.”

“No need Mr. Park. Thank you.” You replied softly to the host.

Wooyoung interrupted the conversation before it goes any further, “Look Seonghwa, you have many other guests so you better go and take care of them, at least she does not need your help when I’m all here in one piece.”

Before you going to protest, he took a firm grip on your hand and dragged you to the back terrace of the building. Seonghwa just smiled at both of you in return when he is well aware of the relationship between you two because he is just not only Wooyoung’s business partner but also like a brother and a best-friend.

Finally, out under the night sky and in open air, you come to the cold air hitting your skin. The thin dress is not helping you to prevent from shivering and feel uncomfortable with him all alone. You just want to get back home, cry yourself to sleep and then try to forget all the memories of today meeting him.

The place is so quiet but the silence between you two is screaming loneliness and pain.

“Y/N look at me, please. I have so much to say. Please don’t ignore and push me away when all I want is to make you trust me and free myself from all the guilt.” The strong aura from him is nowhere to be seen now but in front of you is like a boy who is asking for forgiveness.

“What is there to listen? You don’t even trust me and literally judged me that day before leaving me all alone in that apartment and then never tried to contact me.”

One year back when one evening, Wooyoung burst into your apartment just to find out you and San sitting on the sofa hugging each other. He never intended to know what was the cause between you two but the anger laced in his voice proved that he was already pissed off with both of you before coming to the scene.

“So, she is correct. You both are cheating behind my back. I can’t believe you both can do this to me when I trusted you both the most.”

San tried to reason, “It’s not like that Woo. Don’t accuse someone without knowing their end.”

“Oh, now you don’t tell me what to know and what not when everything is just very clear in front of my eyes.” He glared to your way which in return just got a confuse look from you.

“If you wanted to leave then you could have told me. Why do you need to hurt me like this?”

“Woo. No one has hurt anyone here.”

“Stop it San. Don’t take sides now when you are also completely guilty.”

Woo ran his fingers through his black messy hair, “I just want to leave this place and never come back to see you both again.”

San ran after outside the apartment but you kept looking at the door just to join the pieces as what happened in last fifteen minutes. Why he acted so aggressively without letting any of you to speak and even looking at you like that which ne never did before.

“Yeah I know, that day ……..I should not have treated you both like that. I’m sorry.” You didn’t expect him to say sorry suddenly.

His one hand takes a hold of your upper left arm and the other hand which was still having a good hold on you loosened and replaced it to your chin to lift your face up. Standing with him and so close to each other, you hesitated to look at him but still his touch felt like before with full of comfort and warmth and you locked eyes with him. Your eyes travelled from his eyes to his sharp nose, his flawless baby skin on his face, his cheekbone and the jawline which is so tense right now but it would look sharper when he is laughing at you on some silly jokes. Everything is just like the same but your relationship which has only fall apart.

Woo noticed you to be lost in thoughts when his hands moved past your cheeks slightly brushing the lips and to pat on your head. Your eyes are the weakest aspect for him and when this thing is hurt and weak, well he knows he can’t leave you right there.

“If you are sorry then why did you even leave me that day?” You are trying to stay strong when the vulnerable hot tears rolling down your eyes.

“I know what I did was really childish. My assistant really made me trust her that day by showing some proofs to make be believe your and San relationship. At first, I didn’t want to believe but the way, you both were becoming so close and she always trying to convince me made it difficult to take a hold of myself and get to know the truth.” He looked at the side to the city view with a grimace look and again returned to face you and smiled.

He continued, “I never once in a life doubt you and not even San but the drunk me that day made a mess. I shouted on you. I accused you of the things which you never did. I hurt you when I promised you and myself that you are the only hope in my life. I’m sorry Y/N.”

“Woo….” You whispered his name and hold his wrist where his fingers were continuously brushing your hair. He is still trying to give you the comfort you like, he knows how you like brushing your hairs slowly whenever you are overwhelmed. You don’t know what to say him now but all you can think is not to end this moment here and get back to darkness again.

“I can’t cheat on you…..” you finally let yourself to cry in front of him. What’s the use of hiding it that how much he has broken you down. He needs to know what he left behind.

He hugged you tightly and felt you are clutching his coat to bury your face more “I know. When I left that day San tried to explain me but all I did was ignore him and locked myself inside my house. The next day when I came to sense, the only thing playing in my mind was your last look that how it was tired, confused and …..hurt.”

“I was hurt. I was tired. I was lost and you know I’m still like that.” Your muffled voice made him hold you tighter and brush your hairs again to relax you from crying so much.

“I know. I contacted my assistant and San to a café after few months and then found out how she was head over heels on me and tried to frame you. San told me the other day that he literally sees you as his younger sister and that day he was just comforting you because you were stressed of the overtime works and then upcoming meetings. The selfish me never tried to listen to you. I never dared to approach you then because I knew how I made you hurt. Every time I tried to make my way to you, I could see San was already there. You were happy with him and I didn’t want to see you hurt again.”

“I was never happy without you all these times. Spending time with him only makes me forget everything temporarily but then again pain comes back to me in the end of the day.” You moved a bit back to take a look at him. His hands fall to his side but one moved up and softly wiped the tears from lower region of the eye. He brushed back the loose strands of the hair from your face. He does not want to get lost in life for losing but to get lost in your eyes for loving you.

“When I got the invitation to this party, I thought you will also be invited but will not come because I know how you hate being in these parties. I guess in all these months, you have really changed.” There is sad glint in his voice and in his look.

He is just the same he was but do you really changed? He always thought about you every moment in all these past months for you not to get hurt, he hid himself from you. He feels guilty to accuse you and for having doubt and stalking you on his assistant remarks.

“I still hate it but I thought it can ease me with a change of environment. I was aware you could be here so I prepared myself how to ignore you if I ever come across today but it didn’t happen.”

Standing in front of is Jung Wooyoung, for him every girl is on the line to just have one line speech and they will be claiming that they have spoken to their prince charming but that man without getting into another relationship in this one year still waited for you to show his guilt in front of you.

“I saw you the moment you entered the place but I can’t help admiring you and feel jealous when people were staring at you for looking so beautiful. You are looking like the Queen of this mansion, my love.”

His.This nickname, he called you by this name again. All this year how much you craved for him to come back and call by his given name. This makes you shiver from the name and cold at the same time.

Wooyoung frowned for a second when he suddenly moved back from you and took off his coat to hang it over your shoulders. You got surprised by his action that his love for you is still the same as before all that happened. You still love him but how can you show him that all his doings right now is melting your heart and how badly you just want to say him that you still love him from the core of your heart.

He holds your face with both the warm hands and smiled at you and then his gaze stopped on your lips. The gaze flickered between your teary eyes and the soft lips when he suddenly bends forwards and locked his lips to you.

Your eyes go wide with shock but then you close them to feel the moment which you longed for past months. His hands traced all over your upper body from your hairs, neck, your back under the coat. You are melting under his touch but you need to let him know that he is being forgiven. He is still loved by you, the missing broken pieces of your soul is him and only him.

So, you kissed him back and put your hands around his neck which makes the coat to fall from your shoulders. It’s okay, you don’t need a material warmth in this situation when you have  the comforting warmth, the warmth of a home. Both of you were kissing as if devouring yourselves on each other to get back all you have lost in one year. Despite having so much of crave for each other’s love, the kiss is not rough but a longing passion where there is no fight for dominance but to feel the inner heat radiating both of your body energy. The lips are recognizing the owner’s heat to make it more intense.

He tilted his head to feel that moments again when you were always meant to be each other’s. You both have kissed before even more heated but this kiss feels like it’s your first. It’s not like your body forgot the touch but this feeling is new, the feeling of hate into love with that old taste of kiss. You don’t want to open your eyes as if he will disappear from the scene if you did. He holds your held to feel your kiss more deeply before detaching himself from the heat. He rested his forehead on yours remaining his eyes closed before an apology escaped his lips.

“I’m sorry.”

 You opened your eyes slowly just to meet him directly and loosened your hands only just to brush your thumbs on his cheekbones. 

“No need to be sorry Woo. I have forgiven you a while back when you said sorry for the first time because I felt how guilty you were, how much you meant it.” You smiled at him, the very first smile he gets today from you. This is the genuine smile you are giving him maybe the genuine one in the whole year.

“I missed your smile Y/N. I missed you.”

“I missed you too Woo. I hated you in the beginning when I came to know how you had stalked me and doubted my every move but still I wanted to run to you. I am lost without you Woo.”

“I will never let you get lost again my love. If you are lost without me, I will forever be your map and guide you to my paradise that I have built for you. I love you Y/N.”

“You are my paradise Woo. I love you too. I meant it really!”

“I know you meant it. Do you know why?” His smiling lips and eyes looking like the brightest thing in that dim surrounding of the terrace.

“Why?”

“Your eyes never lie.”

#ateez #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #san ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez au #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #cultofdionysusnet #kvanity

[yuzukahibiscus]

Jewels of Takarazuka – Serika Toa-san [Cosmos Troupe] (from Fujingaho August Issue)

"I realise that I'm colourlessly transparent in nature that I haven't changed much."

This series documents the powerful words of Takarazuka Top Stars that give courage. The new Cosmos Troupe Top Star Serika Toa-san appears on this month's issue. No matter what kind of profound roles that she plays, Serika-san always gives a feeling of a "dominant immaculacy". If you look at her and things surrounding her, you'd realise that she has been walking forward without hesitation and her accumulative experiences have reflected this complex but beautiful radiance, which we now want to know more about what she is thinking about.

(Note: Happy Shonichi for Serika-san's "Xcalibur"! This is her first performance as a Top Star, and it's worth the celebration of a translation:D)

“I am colourlessly transparent”. I remembered being a little shocked when I heard Serika-san’s words from before. Because Takarasiennes always do their best to showcase their respective strong styles…

3 years has passed since then, and now she has become Top Star, I wonder if there have been any changes?

“I’m not sure if there were any changes. But my position before was that I was able to play many interesting roles. It really was a good experience that I got to play a wide range of roles.”

So among those, what was the most ambitious role that you’ve taken on?

“I would say Rocky from “HIGH AND LOW” was quite difficult. It was very hard of Kuroki Keiji-san to play [Rocky] with that impression, and later knowing that [HIGH AND LOW] was going to be staged as a musical, there was difficulty that Takarazuka Revue is going to be performing this. [Such as thinking Rocky]’s going to be singing…? Finally, I wanted to mix a little of Kuroki-san’s vibes of Rocky [into my portrayal] and aimed to adjust my mindset to perform as such on the stage.”

What lies at the heart of Serika-san’s approach to portray these characters?

“I would make myself aware with how these roles would ultimately end up as. After figuring our their final destination and the “present” [of the plot], then I dive deeper from there. When there’s a goal and the present [starting line], then my approach is that I’ll delve deeper into whatever is in between the two.”

Would that also be a way of thinking that can be used not just for approaching your characters?

“I’d say so. When I think about my objective, and the current situation that I’m in, I will go deeper into that gap in between…For instance, if I couldn’t turn well in my dance, I would think whether there was something wrong with my posture. When I realise my situation, then the image of the solution will appear itself. The key is how to focus on yourself. No matter what you do, knowing about yourself is the best shortcut of growing up and improving. And the many failures will be the times when you know more about yourself. Looking back on the failures, it’s shock after shock after shock... You definitely want to evade [from those failures]. But you can’t escape from them by chance and each time you’d have to think logically… and that’s the approach that made me arrive at this point.”

Behind that sparkling smile as she talks, she looks back to the failures and realises these experiences that have accumulated solidly. But those times had been difficult… I wonder what she would be thinking during these times?

“When there were times that I couldn’t help myself, there is a great presence [of support] from everyone in the troupe after all. There were many times that I thought we could overcome this because we’re all in this together. I believed that my roles and lines exist for partners [that act alongside me]. For example, if I have to portray an amazing role, it is by the strength of surrounding factors that could show how amazing the role is. So for that, everyone and I must be careful with showing it. This [cooperation] is the culture of Takarazuka Revue, and also the responsibility of an upperclassman. When [the cooperation] is being executed, you can feel from everyone [that they are working on it together].

When she was transferred to Cosmos Troupe [in 2018], I thought how Serika-san used to say it was difficult to guide her juniors but for Serika-san now, she felt a great change in herself from that.

“After all, when we communicate daily, I got to know how this person is like from their ways of thinking in this process. It has been a while since I transferred into Cosmos Troupe and I’ve been feeling great changes since then. Of course, this is also for the change in position. Our great troupe leader (kumichou) Susshi-san (Kotobuki Tsukasa) and [previous] Top Star Makaze (Suzuho)-san graduated, and I’ll have to think of how to lead the whole troupe. But when I give advice to my partners, or when I look back on how I console [people] from their troubles, in the end that was the greatest I’ve seen in my growth.”

From there, Serika-san’s Cosmos Troupe begins. What are your hopes for the reliant Cosmos Troupe members?

“Everyone in Cosmos Troupe is very serious and are very skilled. But even we enjoy being fun and unserious every day, we try not to do that on stage…I hope to support everyone and adding colour to the sophisticated Cosmos Troupe members is one of my missions.”

Her [Top Star] debut performance will be “Xcalibur”. This will be Japan’s premiere of this Korean musical with the songs composed by Frank Wildhorn.

“Korean musicals have an image of [encompassing superb songs]. For this performance as well, the volume and textures of Mr Wildhorn’s songs are fantastic. It takes the strength to sing Mr Wildhorn’s songs but it’s great to sing them. Besides, some songs delicately touch the heart and you could feel the softness of the piano melody. When creating this performance, the songs help me expand the imagination on how to portray my role, so I am looking forward to other hints that this musical would provide.”

Even with a condensed career, she has this immaculacy and transparency that never fades, and from there she continues to solidly accumulate her honed skills and mentality… Along with the struggles [that may rise], we look forward to how Serika-san’s energy will radiate.

MY JEWEL ~The jewel of the heart~

When talking about her teacup poodle Candy-chan (on the right), Serika-san’s face melts away in happiness.

“I love her dearly because I thought that I should work harder every day for her… Since she came to our house, I never wanted her to hate this place, or fear this place. When I ask “are you gong to sleep?”, her fixed position is [sleeping] on my lap… She’s just a princess.”

On the left is her chiwawa Purin-chan from her family home.

ON STAGE…

This is from the finale of “Casino Royale~My Name is Bond”.  Serika-san played an antagonistic role of Le Chiffre, but in the finale she showed a bright smile and appeared almost like a “Prince Highness”. This costume with a tight collar is matched in noble elegance. 

Cosmos Troupe performance: Musical “Xcalibur” (Adaptation and Direction by Inaba Daichi)

The Korean production company EMK Musical created numerous works such as  “Mata Hari”, “The Man Who Laughs” and they collaborated with the outstanding creator Frank Wildhorn for this gigantic musical. Ever since the premiere in 2019, this has been a topical performance with over 32 thousand audiences in Korea.

#serika toa #cosmos troupe #takarazuka revue #takarazuka #hibiscus translates jewels of takarazuka #fujingaho #hibiscustranslation

[myrddin-wylt]

Your right about RusAme & FrUk

I've been in the fandom since 2012 and those where the only ships I was into at the time. Things have sure changed now but it still similar. Some RusAme fans have grown up and stuck around (me) which is why I think I see more domestic content then before, but immaturity and maturity still divides the groups.

RusAme also does have a lot of adult creators but they are a minority. I think most of them would also agree to this as I've even seen some call themselves immature. I'm also no beacon of maturity myself, which is probably why I sit between the two.

I have also met a lot of fans who've been abused and those who wanted to move on really enjoyed FrUk and those who couldn't move on were into RusAme. That doesn't really change much about the immaturity argument because it's still apart of that reason for sticking to one over the other. It's mostly the difference between people's mindsets. FrUk fans want something good, better then what's currently possible for them and RusAme wants something messier and worse but somehow works. I know some adults into RusAme have had some horrific relationships but they still read it. I've had some real tough ones but I never really think about it when I read or see RusAme content so I don't know how much it's correlated.

I feel like someone in the mental health field could have a field day with Hetalia fans over this stuff because now you have me analyzing myself over my interests.

oh, RusAme does have some great adult creators, especially artists! come to think of it, I think there are plenty of adult artists who ship RusAme; I think the age disparity is in the writers. you make a lot of really good points here though, especially for people who have been through manipulative relationships and don't find RusAme as enjoyable anymore.

Also something that didn't occur to me - and is likely a much smaller factor than the others- about fewer adults shipping RusAme may be the current political climate. like.... right now, the country of Russia is a mafia/pariah state hellbent on a very, very public and highly visible genocide. US-Russia tensions are the worst they've been since Peak Cold War, and it's not sexy, it's terrifying. and that's just... it's really hard to indulge in the escapism of hetalia when that's going on in the background. like literally every time I reblog something with hws Russia, I think of my friend in Kyiv. every single time, without fail. and suddenly RusAme isn't really cute to me anymore, because then I wonder about our friend fighting in Donbas and how I haven't heard anything about him since March.

and you may say that, well, that only started in 2022... but it didn't. this is definitely the most visible it's been recently, but Ukraine started in 2014, and I remember that vividly because it felt a bit weird back then too. I also remember Syria and Chechnya and even Georgia somewhat. and as interesting of a character as Ivan is, the irl backdrop right now is that Putin has been using the Russian state to commit genocide for the past two decades. and by no means am I shaming anyone who does engage with hws Russia content - I still do it. but man, am I aware.

#ask #anon #meta #hetalia meta #rusame #:/ #mmm our friend is probably dead honestly

[whumpsday]

I get that noble vampire families are Like That and they're what your story focuses on but. How about commoners families? Are they more Normal TM?

Thinking how humans used to keep chickens and pigs and other animals for food until fairly recently (we still do, but most of our meat comes from big farms and not like, a family keeping chickens and eating only what they raise), but still they befriended them/grew attached. And thinking about so many humans eating meat without thinking/purposefully ignoring the fact that they are eating a creature that was killed for them, technically.

Since commoner vampires generally eat bagged blood, are they the same level of being "unaware" of the fact that human blood comes from humans? How would a working class vamp react if they randomly inherited a human from their distant eccentric uncle who died with no close relatives/heirs?

(Apologies if you've been asked this before and for any mistakes in your lore - too many vampire media makes it hard to keep track)

Also sorry if this doesn't make much sense - I have acute brain wormitis tonight

great questions!!! :D sorry you've activated Fantasy Politics Mode

it varies! just like you'd find more conservative and more progressive people anywhere. nobility culture just tends heavily toward conservativism, and while vampire culture at large tends to be more conservative than whatever humans have going on, it's much more balanced outside the nobility, even among non-noble upper-class vampires (though in any society obviously you'll find more progressives in the working class).

more... 'traditional values' type vampires might have a mindset like "vampires are inherently superior to humans and it's fine for us to keep them as livestock", while liberal vampires might have a mindset like what you were talking about with how humans ignore the cruelty of factory farms because chicken yummy (this is the reason jim goes vegan post-escape. he can't help but think about it, now.) these two would probably be the most dominant mindsets.

much less common, but more progressive vampires (like bellamy) might have the mindset of "this whole thing is fucked up" and try to only drink ethically-sourced blood, if it's available to them. which it might not always be, depending on the vampire's location and how much money they have to spare. vampires are definitely all aware of where their blood comes from, but those that don't keep their own humans don't really have to think about it unless they choose to.

the scenario of a working-class vampire randomly inheriting a human from a rich distant relative is fascinating! obviously it'd depend on their personal political beliefs, but the fact is that there's a reason vampires without a lot of money don't tend to keep captive humans- they're expensive! humans eat a LOT and if you don't feed them properly, you're not gonna get all your nutrients either. like, think about how much a human spends on food for themselves vs food for their dog or cat. humans eat a ton! they take a lot of upkeep to take care of! it's cheaper to buy blood than keep your own human, because the blood factories can feed humans in bulk. so if the eccentric uncle didn't also leave behind a sum of money, probably gonna have to either sell the human or let them go, depending on the vampire's personal moral standing.

but if the eccentric uncle did leave some money too, this vampire could keep the human. could go a number of ways. keeping and using the human as food, trying that for a bit and then feeling guilty and letting them go, just letting them go to start with... possibilities are endless. but now i am very intrigued by the idea of a vampire caretaker inheriting a human, taking care of them until the long-term effects of persuasion wear off, and letting them go free.

#ask #k&j ask

[yell0wsalt]

🌿🍭🍉 for writer ask uwu

heyy queen! 😊

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Like a kid with a more expansive mindset, vocabulary, and sentence structure 😂. It makes me feel excited to indulge in an avenue of creativity/escapism. It's very fun seeing something that initially started off as a thought or string of mental images come to a more full-fledged idea.

🍭why did you start writing?

tbh i'm ... not so good with my words hahaha😅 many times words are all we have when expressing how we feel and connecting with others, so being able to use this as a way to practice and build upon that skill has been an enjoyable process.

I LOVE reading, but am still very much new to writing creatively and wanted to give it a try reading a lot of other people’s works. In general I enjoy the growth one see when practicing a skill. With the things I do in my day to day life, writing in particular, I can't wait to look back on works a year or so from now and think "wow, i can't believe how far I've come."

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

aside from helping me practice building on my words in connecting and communicating with others, writing has helped me navigate emotions I have a hard time tapping into sometimes. When building a story, you're thinking about what this character is like and how they would/could react in a certain situation. Because of the diversity of characters, there are many emotions you may or may not encounter in your day to day life. it's helped me become more situationally aware with others and process my own feelings.

Thanks for asking!💕

#personal #games

[rusted-muses]

Broken will

Leline paced up and down the length of her bedchambers.

Let’s not mince words. My prison cell. It was warm and had a soft bed and nice decorations and all, but it was still a cage.

She’d quietly tested the lock on the door while her keepers were changing shifts. She could break it down, she thought. It felt as though it only caught the wood of the door frame, not the stone. Unless there was a bar across the other side.

Well, even then. Her Soul-Sword would appear in her hand whenever she willed it to, and there was no substance it could not cut.

She was feeling fairly optimistic about her escape plans up... until her father came to visit her.

The late morning sun was obscured by a torrential downpour, as well as the rippled glass of the window, leaving motes of light that distorted every surface.

This space that was bigger than some caves Leline had spent the night in suddenly seemed far too confining. Though winter had the city in a firm grasp, this room was entirely too hot.

“My dear girl,” Wymond oozed. “It’s been such a long time.”

“Shove it, father,” Leline sneered, bored. “No one here's impressed with your performance."

Wymond smirked. “Such a temper. You’re very like your mother that way.”

“You don’t know a damn thing about my mother,” Leline growled.

“I know she was only semi-decent in bed. I hope that elf she ran off with isn’t too disappointed.”

Leline pulled back her fist for a straight jab. Good luck looking smug with a broken jaw.

Wymond raised a finger. “Ah, ah, ah. You know, I still have that lovely black dragon you used to be so attached to. It would be a shame if anything was to happen to such an expensive asset. But accidents do happen.”

Leline clenched her teeth and slowly lowered her fist, trembling with rage.

“You are a monster,” she told him gruffly.

Wymond shrugged. “Yes, yes. Let’s get to the heart of my business here, shall we? You have exceptional skills that you love using, and I love acquiring people with exceptional skills.”

“I am not working for you."

“You don’t need to decide right away,” Wymond said smoothly. “Take some time to relax. You’ve been out in the wilderness for so long. Spend a few days here in luxury while you mull it over. Spend a few weeks. Months, if you like.”

Wymond paused for effect, and to let his threat sank in. As if Leline wasn’t fully aware of her prisoner status already.

“I am not working for you,” she repeated, more forcefully.

Wymond sighed. He went to the door and knocked. The guards opened it. They were huge; two orcs, or possibly ogres. It was hard to tell with their helmets obscuring their faces.

“Boys, I’m afraid my daughter is being unreasonable. Perhaps you could help her more fully understand the situation.”

The guards knew what to do without being ordered. One of them picked up the vanity in the corner, mirror and all, held it over his head for a second… then smashed it into the floor. Leline had to shield her eyes from splintered wood and glass flying everywhere.

The other guard picked up the cushioned stool that had been part of the set, and tossed it into the fireplace. The silken cushion had been stuffed with horsehair, and it filled the room with a noxious smoke as it burned. Leline coughed as she made her way to the window. She pushed it open, only to be struck with freezing rain and wind. She was shivering instantly, but the only choice was that or suffocate.

“These quarters can be made far less comfortable,” Wymond said, as if he was explaining something to a child. “And the furnishings are not the most breakable things in the room. So, I suggest you adopt a more accommodating mindset.”

“I sug-g-gest you go t-to h-hell.”

Wymond sighed, disappointed. “Perhaps I came on too strong. I thought a position as Dragon Keeper would appeal to someone of your… earthy sensibilities. But I see now that I need to help you overcome that rebellious streak before you’ll know what’s good for you.”

Leline’s stomach lurched as she eyed the two guards, wondering if she was in for a beating. Wouldn't have been the first time.

Her father stepped closer, his glare as cold as that of a snake.

“I understand you’re using a new name these days. Won’t you tell your own father what it is?”

“No.”

“Oh, come now. Whyever not?”

“Because I would sincerely rather cut off my own ears than hear my name come out of your disgusting mouth.”

Wymond chuckled. “You’re far too honest, you know that? I would have hoped any offspring of mine would have more brains.” He turned to one of his guards. “Summon a courier.”

Leline felt a rush of confusion and dread. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

Wymond ignored her. A young man arrived with speed that must have been facilitated with magic.

“That black dragon,” Wymond said to him, “Nightshade. Sadly, he is far too undisciplined to keep. Have him sent to the block.”

“No!” Leline screamed.

Wymond glanced at her and shrugged. “My hands are tied, pet. I have no use for a beast that won’t even come when it’s called.”

He started to walk away.

“Wait!”

Wymond turned and waited expectantly. Leline tried to match his piercing gaze… but ultimately, it was her eyes that fell to the floor.

“My name…” she said, half in a daze, “is Leline Lilwater.”

Wymond returned and patted her shoulder as if she were a prize mare. “There, now. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Leline Lilwater. It has quite a pretty sound, doesn’t it? A shame it doesn’t really suit you. I can’t imagine what those elves were thinking. You might want to consider a change.”

Leline said nothing. She felt nothing. She just waited, numb from the cold and the defeat, for him to leave her alone.

Wymond paused at the door and gave her an oily smile. “What about Dragon Keeper Leline Rosevear? It doesn’t sound so bad, does it? Give it some thought.” Then he turned back to his courier. “You know, I’ve changed my mind about that dragon. We can keep him for now. But do send a message to the maids to have this room tidied up. Tomorrow.”

The door slammed shut behind them, and Leline was alone once again. She fell to her knees, heedless of the broken glass. The last of the smoke had cleared from the room, but the rain had doused the fire. She was soaked, shivering, empty... and defeated.

#my writing #my oc #leline lilwater #scummy father #worst dad #whump #prisoner #hostage

[steamgoat]

Just some thoughts…

I want to be better and do things in my life. Lately I’ve been trying hard and so has my partner. To better ourselves in little ways and do the things we’ve been wanting to do. To get better about not putting stuff off and actually being active more, going outside, cleaning more, organizing, etc. I’m trying to work on my dermatillomania, which has gotten out of hand recently. My partner is trying to help keep me accountable. Etc, etc…

But every day I look at what is going on in the world, what atrocities and loss of rights are happening both far away and closer to home, and I feel so exhausted. More than usual from chronic fatigue and pain and mental illness. It’s so hard to go on knowing these things are happening and that there’s very little I can actually do, especially when it’s a struggle just to do my day to day stuff.

I’m trying to keep going and trying to focus on my small day to day things and maybe donate or spread some info here and there but ultimately I feel like I should be doing more. Both for myself and the rest of the world. I’m so privileged to be in the position I’m in now, having a safe home and some degree of financial security despite not currently working, plus a loving partner that supports me in so many ways. There’s been a lot going on in my personal life, with my aging parents, with trying to get my shit together little by little, doctors appointments, etc.

I know I’m supposed to keep going but I’m so tired and sore all the time, and my mental state is different every day. It’s rare to wake up and feel some positivity that is stronger than the sorrow and fatigue… It feels wrong to try not to think about all the bad things in the world bc they are real and happening to others less lucky than I am, and I’m not really sure what the balance should be, of being aware of all the bad but also not getting too overwhelmed with it so I can work on myself and my issues…

It’s just a lot all the time and I want to just escape. I want to be able to help people and animals and I want to want to do things with my life but it’s all so much and it never stops and I don’t know how to feel or what I should do. I want to be able to keep that balance some people seem to have, where they somehow have enough energy and positive mindset to do things… How do I get there??? Is it even a possibility? I’m so tired.

#personal post #just feeling this all the time forever #I swear I’m trying to be better but it’s such a painful and slow process #even without the added knowledge of how bad the world is #how do you stay positive without ignoring everything else in the world??

[lemonflowercat]

vision board 2024

manifesting is such a passive word - it brings to mind just sitting back and hoping things work themselves out magically. resolutions/commitments make me run the other away because of how boxed in and rigid they make me feel.

...I think we'll go with

aligning

because this feels more like an integration of my values with my goals, and taking conscious action to work on these. also "aligning" just has this soft pretty sound-feel to it. hehe. also in my head it doesn't feel abrupt, "aligning" seems to make space for the process of getting there - there being that space of satisfaction-with-self+sense of achievement (real or Atlantis, do you know?)

shadow

I've wanted to be a psychiatrist since i was a 13 y/o -> i've been studying for this exam unemployed since Mar 2022 -> the initial enthusiasm has died down, I've written 3 exams which didn't turn out to be as good as I wanted -> cut off from the hospital-world, in my little farmland cocoon, with no one else around me in the same - or at least similar - boat, after 2 years of being at this with snail pace improvement, it's hard to remember the big picture and why I'm doing this and to stick to it -> i'm feeling very behind my peers -> the behind my peers doesn't bother me as much because I chose this life for myself -> what bothers me is that I am too unmotivated to re-study everything - repetitive tasks don't come easy to me -> repetition is key to building memory and understanding so many concepts better -> I have mad perfectionist traits - it's a self sabotaging all-or-nothing mindset i'm struggling to break out of -> I get overwhelmed by the amount I have to do, often describing this exam-prep-process and trying to empty the ocean with a bucket -> I give into instant gratification just to numb this overwhelm, I come up with a 100 other things to do - again, just to escape the overwhelm -> i'm unable to enjoy anything i do ever because i always feel like i haven't studied enough+i'm aware that i'm running away from it -> studying has now become an anxiety, low self esteem trigger

in alignment

• remembering why

psychiatry, unpredictable hospital days, listening to people and being able to connect, coming from a place where i have solid knowledge to offer help, to help, to understand and to be a part of everyone's crazy human experience, to meet people from diverse backgrounds and places in life, hospital corridors and ICUs and co-workers doing their best to diagnose and treat, nurses tending to patients, curious questioning minds and hospital banter, going home at the end of the day feeling like i've learned so much, but still have a 100 new questions, and knowing that at least a few people are better off now than they were when the day started

• tapping into strengths

- i love studying - ironic that this is my #1 strength, given that i'm having so much trouble actually doing it - but it's the truth. i love it - love learning new science-y things, the more complex the concept the better, i love breaking things down, making notes and diagrams and sprawling mind maps. i am cute stationery all over my table and colourful sticky notes, highlighters, impeccable organized notes and all the mess that comes with it. when i actually get down to it, i can lose myself in it for hours and feel so fulfilled.

[as skeptical as i am about MBTI (sitting on the fence per usual), this is the best way i know to describe this. kudos]

Ne is good for developing a very broad knowledge base; being creative in connecting existing ideas/details into new possibilities; enjoying the process of discovering or exploring new possibilities

Te is good for strategizing -> breaking down a goal or the learning process into linear steps; good at organising information; can pinpoint what's the most important thing to learn; good at picking out strengths and weaknesses

• the challenge - working on weaknesses

Ne overpowering Si overlooking/dismissing important details that are critical for success; trouble sticking with a subject long enough to reach high level expertise; too easily distracted by new ideas to develop any of them to their full potential; difficulty prioritizing what to learn and when; undervaluing the necessity of maintaining regular habits; difficulty learning in environments that require extended focus and strict adherence to procedures (in which there is not enough time/space to explore ideas)

harness Si

strategize for methodical learning -> beats overwhelm, allows me to make the best use of time;

structure the concept at hand (table of contents or the headers are great indicators of the order in which the information should ideally be learned. my good Te also means i can come up with a good step-by-step process for myself); skipping around too much esp. b/w related subjects ADDS TO THE OVERWHELM and also, makes it harder to build ideas linearly/sequentially (vs my chaotic branching street map way) -> more likely to miss important details or shift attention elsewhere before developing a solid understanding of the concept at hand; the structure of the concept is also an easier way to keep track of what i've missed out on;

go from broad based knowledge to nitty-gritty detailed knowledge -> express and clarify my ideas in detail + apply the ideas in practical settings (tests, MCqs, discussions);

create linear benchmarks or checkpoints to reach in succession;

• temperance

having a strict no study beyond this time hour on the clock and sticking to it, even on the days when i feel like i have more in me

chill time isn't just to do chores, but also time to invest in things i actually i enjoy doing - which isn't only hanging out with friends, but also things i like doing by myself. all the pictures on the yellow part about making art, reading, deep listening to music, self expression - these are things i find very fulfilling. also, NOO GUILT while indulging in all of this, because if my mind is exhausted - irrespective of whether that's ideal or not - it's ok and normal to tend to it - and it is NOT A SELF-HATE POINT.

shadow

anxiety//hating my body//self-soothing with binge-eating and doomscrolling

in alignment

menty b has been the vibe of '23 - to say NO MORE would be wishful thinking, so i would like to at least say, i don't hate you, brain, for all the menty bs. i love you, i hear you, your tragic-victim-dramas are valid, i'll embrace them, sink into them and feel them instead of running away - but also, i'll hold your hand and hug you and we'll work our way out of this. i hope to work out that precarious balance between accepting my feelings and also parenting myself through it - and i mean, not omg you frustrate me you piece of shit burden parenting, but clear headed warm empathetic but i'll call you out kind of parenting.

healthy body image//healthy relationship with food

two terms thrown around the internet right up there with "self-love" and i cannot tell you enough how sick of it i am. but WELL, here i am, another one of those women caught in the eternal struggle with these two.

and - for the amount of SEO-ed articles i'll hit with these words, there's a serious dearth of actual practical hands-on information about how to get to the bottom (fulcrum?) of this see-saw. so ig the vision here is figuring out my own way through this all the while staying true to my values, and what is really good for me vs. the boxes and norms i'm being pushed into by society.

anxiety galore

understanding the roots and triggers of my anxiety, learning to sit through its discomfort and also, teaching myself new coping mechanisms to make it out of this discomfort without resorting to instantly gratifying self-soothing that really does more damage than harm in the big picture.

shadow

obsessing about the numbers on my scale, feeling like workouts have to be decided based on how much I've eaten the previous day, overall just spending more time feeling like I workout to look good vs work out to feel good

in alignment

on the good days running, walking, lifting, stretching all of it are really about savouring how good my body feels doing it. movement really makes me happy - also, I FORGOT TO ADD DANCING - just can't get enough of dancing aaa. but yeah, since forever, nothing cheers me up like movement. i love these little moments i have while working out where i really appreciate all that bodies are capable of. think actin, myosin, sliding filament -> muscle spindles, golgi organs, spinal and cerebellar and cortical control -> nerve impulses -> feeling those muscle fibers moving - it is such an honor to be alive. i love it. and i want more of my time spent working out and my drive to get on the mat to be more about this, and not this voice in my head counting down from 83 to 65 kilos and the internal head banging and misery when the scales don't move in its favour.

shadow

i can write a whole essay on my relationship with food - and i can promise you it'll be a trigger warning laden fucked up love-hate story of the forbidden-bad-boy-who-fucks-you-up-but-i-want-you genre. we'll save that for another time. for now it's the tldr - food has been a huge source of equal parts comfort and self-sabotage in my life, and i do not know how to temper this into something healthy.

in alignment

more so than body image, i have real exploration to do here. i want to really understand my values around food, and then work my way into how to align with these values. for now, there's vague bits of

food is fuel - which i find too idealistic and dry. especially given my culture, upbringing and love for cooking (chemistry and art combined!!!)- food as a pure energy source doesn't entirely cut it for me. but i definitely resonate with the fact that, stripped off the cultural significance and the emotional power it holds over minds, this is all it is. this is what dictates how much my body actually needs to thrive, and it dictates the food choices that would be beneficial for my body vs feeding my monkey-mind.

food makes me happy and this is something i needn't guilt myself over as much as i do. it's normal and natural. i also like the cycle syncing system i have (and struggle to execute in a healthy way) of eating what i crave for at different times of cycle because it just feels fulfilling - and there is nothing wrong with that.

practicalities like take-out and processed foods are too often time and energy efficient. eating out socially is a cute way to bond with fam & friends.

ethical consumption and this explains putting my honor-nature-value along side food. i'm not an aspiring vegan, and i also am not okay with the meat, poultry and dairy industries. but heck, what industry am i even okay with really? is the agricultural industry any better just because plants and soil and little bugs and critters are harder to emotionally relate to? but also how are you supposed to feed exploding urban populations and earn enough to sustain yourself comfortably if you don't MAXIMIZE PRODUCTION? ---as is quite clear, lots of figuring out to do here. but i am happy to announce that one thing i can be certain about are the markets featured on my board which are a reminder to buy from local producers vs corporates.

in alignment

social looking back at '23, i cannot believe how often my social plans have been let's grab a meal together and let's chill at someone's place - "cannot believe" because this is the exact city-life norm that i dislike and was most excited about not having to stick to living in a place like Goa. i understand the convenience of it, but i really want to actively make more plans that are outdoors, I FORGOT TO INCLUDE DANCING AND GREAT MUSIC PARTIES in my board but yeah, that's what i want more of - adventure and excitement, and i hope my friends and fam will be onboard for this.

harmony like real internal-external everything-is-in-harmony is something i stumble upon so often outside in the wild and ok, the wilderness i have access to rn is tame, but i love it with all my heart. i really, really, really want to roll around in grass, get tanned-sandy-sticky on beach days, huff up a steep hike, get stuck atop a tree because my fear-of-heights kicks in before i figure my way down, swim where my feet can't touch the bottom and my water-anxiety is yep - there in the background per usual - but i fuck-you it happily, find cute bugs and make friends with frogs, dogs, birds, cats. also i really want to go on a picnic and eat chutney sandwich, bro.

love ///private thoughts on boyf, friends and family (which includes koka and suzie)/// along the lines of fulfilling healthy abundant non-judgmental love given and received allowing everyone to grow in their own weird ways in the safety of knowing there's a fall-back space. ALSO TO WATER MY PLANTS.

money this is literally just to get done with my exam and be in a place to have a job that pays me good. also, to stick to my figured out financial system - trust me, it is pretty soundproof - i just would like to stick to it. consistently.

shadow

my vague vaaague sense of spirituality - where do we begin. i think, yeah, i'm definitely bothered by the vagueness of it. it always keep shifting and that i can handle - but i'm currently in a never-seen-before flux of i-don't-know-and-trust-ANYTHING.

i think of spirituality

1. as a belief system a. to make sense of the unknown and un-controllable b. to find meaning in a pretty pointless existence

2. and a practice that connects me to all my values which are little dots that add up to my sense of a "good person".

my anxiety has thrown 1a into complete disarray. 1b is thankfully intact - has been so since '21. 2 is now a myriad of things i keep switching between because my brain convinces me that nothing is really working.

i'm curious to know how people without spirituality as a base function healthily - i hope to meet more people who are comfortable being a-spiritual. as for me rn, it feels plenty disconcerting - and i'm actually pretty surprised by how, without even realising it, it's been pretty foundational in my sense of well-being.

the funny thing i've noticed - and i'm ashamed to admit, haha - is that when i'm feeling mentally unhealthy (anxious, apprehensive, lost, depressed, very very scared) - that's when i start to turn to things like those predicting-type tarot spreads, reiki, making unhealthy wishes and hoping there's a god-like-being to bargain with etc. - basically all the stuff my rational brain considers plain silly. i just do them because people say it works. i'm not okay with this. doing all of this gives me a weird feeling in the gut which - i'm struggling to put into words - is something along the lines of -> disliking the disingenuity it sparks because i know i'm doing them out of desperation, hating the feeling of "stooping low when i'm desperate" and just...not trusting what i don't know. i don't know if all of these things are real, i don't know how exactly it works, so i don't know if it's all good or if there's bad, and if things come at a cost or just well - okay, tldr i'm agnostic and my agnosticism gets uncomfortable.

in alignment

catch me in the throes of my anxiety and i'll say otherwise, but honestly, the vagueness of my spirituality-vision excites me. it feels like a near-blank slate and the curiosity that sparks is very fun.

temperance i love tarot! the symbolism in the cards are so ...open to interpretation - and that, to me, is wherein their power lies. i'm not a proponent of the "the-spirits-guided-me-to-draw-these-cards-for-you" but it's more of how i can look at all of this (pretty) imagery and find ways to apply it to my life - i think my conscious and subconscious come together and draw some meaning, you know? it's like reflecting on art - and that in turn being a reflection of your own mental state.

ANYWAY. temperance because that is the theme of life. there's no such thing as too much temperance.

roots and a leaf going with the flow it's almost comical the way my brain works - i love roots. i love big snaky roots and the strong sense of security they give me. when i'm feeling too crazy/anxious/floaty picturing roots actually grounds me - and immediately, my brain will go yeah roots for solid foundation BUT ALSO I DON'T WANT TO BE TIED DOWN - and my brain will reflexively put up this picture of a leaf going with the flow (wind/water). it's interesting how both extremes are hard anxiety triggers - a sense of feeling too tied down, and a sense of no grounding at all. and a big part of my spirituality exploration this year is hacking this anxiety problem - so yeah. strong, grounded, practical and secure, but also wild, free, floaty and moving and exploring - that's the vision.

#vision board

[spikeinthepunch]

i have talked about it to some capacity with the post a made a bit ago about branding etc and hpw i feel about it and how i kinda got swayed into playing things safe with presentation bc of how people on the internet/esp professionals, read you.

which was something i got caught up in especially around my internship because even though i wanted to explore mature topics emotionally, i was still going to play it safe. i had that 'i could make a thing thats emotionally strong like steven universe, but nothing more'. the stuff i wanted to make i treated like that. the idea that anything i was going to make that i wanted to put into the industry i wanted to be in had to be safe enough for studio/execs. which is definitely a problem with current animation- everything needs to be in a certain range of safety.

interestingly i felt like i did escape this a few years ago- i was no longer caught up in getting a job in 2020 and all the complicated feelings about "i dont want to cater myself to kids because i dont want to make stuff for kids" hit hard by then after turning 21. i was drawing lots of nsfw (...which you guys here didnt see lol), i was letting myself make stories without any regard to a specific audience esp bc the wcrp i was doing gave me time to think about that in my free time. and the way i presented myself, in terms of my posts, did not hesitate on topics either.

which the recent (1 or 2~ years) change in branding that led up to the mikike 'mascot' i realize now that attaching to a mascot like this kinda entirely redirected my presentation. not exactly in terms of topics on my normal blogging (however i did stop posting a lot in general) but you know. the livestreaming nd video making, and in turn the way i would interact with the places people use for online marketing/audience building. interestingly, before mikike but when i had my website, i started my website with the intent of it being a place outside of social media where i could "do what i wanted without anxiety of whether or not i could post it". and uh, somehow i managed to do the opposite.

because eventually i felt like online presence wise, using mikike as a mascot to front me and my website, would be good! seemed simple enough. but then i ended up feeding into the cutesy design or more, felt like i had to present with this neutral design, one that would appeal to "everyone" which... sent me back to that mindset again. its a horrible conflicting mess when part of me was trying to be like "yes i want to post whatever on my own site!" and then "oh no im becoming a general audience streamer and play minecraft, i dont want people to see that stuff if they go to my website" (with the added, if i start to get involved with other people too, i would be nervous about them being aware of my website and ruining my rep). should be said, its not like i *am* posting anything egregious either- but theres inherent anxiety based off how people respond online in general, like im wanting on ice all the time regardless.

so suddenly i was back where i started. i really really wanted to hang on to this drive to get out there, make the videos i have in mind, etc. but in my head i get very caught up in whether or not my stuff will gain traction and then be criticized for things i cant control (the age of people, or just whether or not someone take some mature content i made as 'problematic'). reality is i need to not care-- but i have said it time and time again. it is SO hard as someone who grew up during 2014-2016 tumblr. because if you were there youd know how hellish this era was with its callout culture. it was insane, truly. and i like many other teens, felt like i needed to be loud and out there to judge problematic behavior in order to not be problematic, and be self aware all the time and to always judge my interests, and in turn be paranoid i may like something bad.

the urge to rebrand is built off of detaching from the image/mascot that is making me "play it safe". part of me is annoyed that i want to drop this overall look- i do like mikike, i do like the colors! theyre nice. buuut i do feel like i want something fresh. i have admittedly change my look quite a few times so, maybe this is just how i am too. idk.

[psitrend]

Interview with Joanne Leung: LGBTQ rights in Hong Kong

New Post has been published on https://china-underground.com/2018/08/28/interview-with-joanne-leung-lgbtq-rights-in-hong-kong/

Interview with Joanne Leung: LGBTQ rights in Hong Kong

JOANNE LEUNG is Hong Kong’s first openly transgender politician and rights activist that energetically fights for the LGBT community.

Joanne Leung Wing Yan founded Transgender Resource Center (TGR) in 2008. She was previously the chairperson of the Pink Alliance, an organization that aims to facilitate cooperation between advocates for, and supporters of, LGBTQ rights in Hong Kong. Her organization (TGR) raises awareness of the issues facing the Hong Kong and mainland transgender– or trans – community, while also providing support for local trans people through services such as an online and telephone counseling service and a peer support group. In 2014 she spoke to the United Nations Committee on the Elimination of Discrimination against Women (CEDAW) and was the first transgender person from Hong Kong.

Official site | Facebook

Interview by Dominique Musorrafiti

Related: LGBTQ Rights in Shanghai, LGBT Rights in Beijing,  LGBT Rights in Guangzhou

China-underground: When did you realize that your being did not reflect, your physical side? Have you always had very clear ideas about your identity?

Joanne Leung: I didn’t feel comfortable with my gender since around age 6. But at that time back in the ’60s, there ain’t a lot of information on transgender and I am just confused about having this kind of mindset. After a long time of struggling and discovered that I am attracted to women at the age of 19, I have forced myself even harder to become a man.

This is a selected interview from Planet China Vol. 05 issue

Was there a particularly significant moment that changed your life?

It has been really hard for me to believe in God since kindergarten. Being told as a sinner and could not escape from the gender incongruous drawn me almost to end my life. In 2009, I made a decision to move ahead with the sex change and believe that God will never leave me. I gave myself a new name Wing Yan in Chinese to remember myself the rest of my life will be for praising God!

“After the surgery, I felt as if I could do anything because I no longer had that confusion in my body and soul. I also started to think about how I could support the transgender community.” SCPM

What gave you the strength to fight for being yourself?

Besides my religious belief, I actually didn’t have another choice that can retain my life from committing suicide at that time because of no support in society. And that’s why I told myself to be the first transgender person to stay in supporting the community after my surgery.

Why do we need activism nowadays? Are things changing, or is there still much to do?

The acceptance of transgender people in Hong Kong became much better since I came out to the public. I became a public figure and the first transgender politician here in Hong Kong that change the perception of the whole society toward gender incongruous. Some people will think they can hide in the closet and live as they wish but I don’t see they become more happy living under anxiety. Activism let society be free to the oppression that benefits themselves as well. And more important to let the trans community understand they are not doing anything wrong to be true to themselves. There is still a lot to be accomplished as the majority of the trans community here wouldn’t believe they have a future!

“Society needs to accept diverse gender identities. Society needs to change its perspective. Do not tell people what they need to do, who they need to be.” Hong Kong FP

Are there frequent discrimination and common stereotypes in Hong Kong?

Yes, not only toward trans people but a lot of men and women suffered a lot in the gender stereotypes in Hong Kong.

What about your work experience as founder of Transgender Resource Center (TGR) and as chairperson of the Pink Alliance? What are the biggest challenges?

Working with TGR means the focus is on an even more narrow transgender topic that most of the community are still suffered a lot at the moment which is not yet ready to walk with the center along the road of activism. And that means I am working most of the time alone on doing all-important roles. Fortunately, there are other LGB organizations that are really supportive like Pink Alliance on advocacy. But working with a bigger organization means you cannot only focus on your works but have to spend a lot of the time dealing with people, resources, and networks that could be drawn a lot of energy.

In 2017, the U.S. Consulate Hong Kong and Macau selected Leung as the nominee for the Secretary’s International Women of Courage Award, honoring women who have demonstrated exceptional courage, strength, and leadership in acting to improve others’ lives.

How many transgenders are in Hong Kong? Do Transgender people support one another?

There isn’t any possible and scientific way to know a near number of the transgender population in Hong Kong. But based on our experience and the number of members in a few crossdresser fora, we can assume that there are at least 30K transgender people in Hong Kong. TGR has been put a lot of effort into encouraging trans people to support each other but still, it is not an easy job. We can see there are more and more trans people who wish to pay it forward in the community and be willing to take up the leading role soon.

How important is the support of family and friends? Are families and/or friends involved in Hong Kong to avoid emotional emargination?

Trans people tend to cut off from family and friends or else hide in the closet some years ago. My experience tells me that it is not working. We have done a Transgender Mental Health Survey and a Violence Against Transgender people Survey in Hong Kong and noticed there is a very high risk of the community suffered from mental issues and suicidal thoughts. With our hotline and counseling service, we have re-engaged a lot of families to support them trans kids as well as connecting trans people with a healthy social life.

She was selected as one of the “45 People Aged 45 or Below Making a Difference in Hong Kong” by Baccarat Magazine in 2012.

I read that you’re Christian. Why do you think some Christians fail to accept LGBTQ people when one of the main teachings is to love thy neighbor as thyself?

Although I have some thoughts on this, I keep telling myself not to judge, or otherwise you will be judged. I once thought that they might be bad guys or they might not read through the Bible. But Jesus just told me to love and do not judge. And I am the only LGBT activist that keep talking sincerely with the anti-LGBT groups and hope one day they can be changed because of LOVE.

What do you wish people understood about persons that align their bodies with their gender identity?

A very simple belief as not to judge. See the world as one and the beautiful creations of diversity.

She has been active for more than a decade highlighting the need for gender recognition and anti-discrimination legislation to be enacted in support of transgender individuals.

Photo courtesy of Joanne Leung

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[tipsydipsydo]

➳ the shower

➳ "keep teasing, I'll bend you over right here!"

➳ "it'd be better if they watched"

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: ~1k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Petnames; verbal Degradation; Mentions of Daddy! Kink; Dom-Sub-Dynamic (Top! & Dom! Reader x Bottom! & Sub! Jungkook) ; anal Fingering; Mentions of Exhibitionism-Kink; Teasing; Anal Sex; Mentions of unprotected Sex; In conclusion: Jungkook is a vocal brat

A/N: I know, I know... Pride Month is almost a month over but I had a writersblock lately and this shit kept me away from writing... so I'll try now to post some more bts x male reader stories! ♡ I hope you like my newest work ;)

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You should have known that Jungkook only offered you the option of showering together to simply tease the shit out of you. He said, it would save sooo much more warm water for his other roomates up and that Seokjin would yell at him when they run out of warm water again.

You were indeed way too naïve and trustful. The thought alone that Jungkook could get possibly in trouble because of him, his boyfriend, who neither live here nor pay for anything decided already for him. You're simply a guest who sleep over from time to time and your mom made sure that you'll grow into a man with good manners. So after Jungkook explained the urgency why you should shower together, you don't have any kind of reason why you shouldn't.

Well, you definitely should know Jungkook already well enough to realize, that your boyfriend like to use some white lies here and there to get what he wants. It's still hard to believe for you how the previous Jungkook, who was so terribly shy and nervous as you started dating each other, turned out to be so mishief and sassy. As someone, who could barely exchange some small talk without any stuttering at first, he has now a more than bold tongue and loves to be a brat that tests the limits of your acceptance. Little did you know that he is a masochist who needs to get put back into 'his place', eventhough he won't admit it openly. At least until now.

A cheeky pinch into your left buttcheek got you out of your thoughts and a boyishly giggle comes from behind you. You agreed to wash each others back and of course Jungkook couldn't let the perfect opportunity of grabbing your ass pass by.

"I like your ass, Daddy~ I love to see the how your muscles twitch when I am pinching you and how you gasp in surprise and disbelief, hehe.", chuckles Jungkook and you can literally hear the bright bunny smile out of his voice. It's pretty common for him, he has on his face whenever he teases or annoys you on purpose.

While his endearing smile makes your heart melt and let Jungkook getting away with his teasing way too often, the title he just called you does something to you and Jungkook knows that. Of course he do.

Your nose flare as you take a deep breath and the annoyed eye-roll had given way for a hungry and almost predatory-like expression. Slowly you turn around to Jungkook, who's eyes grows big the moment he sees your facial expression. A harsh gulp follows as you close the space between you two and cages him with your arms, sandwiching him between your own body and the cold tiles. The steady bobs of his adams-apple make it look so incredibly seductive. Some deep purple hickeys all over his neck would suit Jungkook very well.

"Hm, Babyboy? What was that? Would you mind to explain your bratty behavior to me? Keep teasing, I'll bend you over right here. Seems like you wouldn't mind to play around with Daddy for a little bit. Well, if we're already standing here in the shower together, then we need to make the waste of water to be worth it, right?", you wisper in a raspy voice into his slightly blushing ear.

A dark, satiesfied chuckle flees over your lips as you see how his bold and bratty personality starts slowly to crumble down and how your own teasing and promising words put him into his submissive mindset. Jungkook may be a tease but with the right words and gaze you can turn him easily back into a good, well behaving sub.

"What about a quick shower fuck? Isn't that what you wanted, Kookie?"

Your boyfriend exhales shakingly, didn't even recognized that he hold his breath the last few seconds. He nibbles at his lower lip with his cute bunny theeth before he gives you his confirmation.

"Y-Yes please, Daddy. Fuck me, I need you to drill your big dick inside of me, please split my asshole open with your girthy cock-", he whines weakly. Yes, that's what you like to hear. Suddenly he is such a good boy again, it's truly fascinating.

"Turn around, Baby. Spread your legs and pull your cute, little ass cheeks apart for me."

It only takes you a short moment to reach through the small slit of the opened glass door to grab into the drawer of the nearby standing bathroom drawer and pull a bottle of lube out.

It isn't the first time you have some fun in the shower.

The sight Jungkook is giving you let a deep grunt of appreciation escape your throat and leave your hard cock salivating in precum. God, he looks way too hot in this position. Literally awaiting for your cock to get fucked mercilessly.

To be honest... Jungkook is such a slut for assplay. The way already two of your fingers slip into his soft, stretched hole without any resistance. Just a few minutes later your third finger joins in without any problems. He must playing with himself a lot when you aren't around...

Just tiny whimpers and little pants left his mouth while you fingered him but now... now, where you lined your red and angry leaking cock up to his, in exitement clenching hole and slowly filling him up... whiny and highpitched moans filling the humid air in the bathroom.

Jungkook's right cheek is pressed against the tiles, eyes rolling back into his skull whenever you pulled out almost completely just to drill your cock balls deep back into him. To hear how the skin of your hips meets his bubble butt and create such obscene slapping noises clouds Jungkook's mind. He tries desperately to lift his trembling hand to his mouth to muffle his greedy moans, he would be mortified if his roommates call him out about being way too vocal once again.

Unfortunately his intention doesn't fit the plans you have for him. He teased you on purpose, very well aware that all of his roommates are at home today. He is the one who loves the thrill of getting caught doing something nasty. He is the one who jerked you off at the movie theater. So you don't have the need to cover up what you're doing.

You let Jungkook's hips go for a minute, just to grab both of his wrists and move his arms behind his back, holding them in place with one hand while the other one moves back to it's previous place at his hip.

"It'd be better if they watched. Just imagine how the bathroom door would open and they would stand there, watching us. Then they'd see how well I am fucking and wrecking this little ass of yours. What a good little fucktoy you are, taking my fat cock so well in your tiny asshole. Just think about how our nasty, shameless act turn them on to that point where they couldn't control themself anymore and start to jerk off to us. You would like that, yeah? I know what a dirty little boy you are. So let them hear what a greedy, filthy fuckdoll you are. Come, don't be shy. Be louder. Even more louder, Baby..."

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[snailsgoingdowntown]

Safer without | yan! Eula

Yandere! Eula x gender neutral! Reader

Warnings: general yandere themes, technically captive reader, implied blackmail, and threats, forced ‘relationship’, Eula being an outcast (I can’t remember the word for being shunned by society), toxic relationship, toxic behavior, unhealthy mindset, obsessive behavior.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the actions or behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction. None of this should be considered romantic or even normal as it is extremely toxic and dangerous. This is NOT a healthy relationship.

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 Eula was beautiful and unique, just like a snowflake on a snowy day. With hair as blue as the sky and personality as icy as a snowstorm, she is beautiful. Beautiful and experienced in things she should not be but is regardless because of society is to those who stand out. Despite Mondstat being called “The City of Freedom,” they do not tolerate anyone from the Lawance family. Because in their eyes, simply being born into it is a sin itself.

Which is why you felt sorry for her, if you’re being honest. You saw how the citizens treated her, like an outcast despite how hard she tired to get rid of that title. She was always so lonely, being cast aside by her family after joining the knights, and the citizens giving her hateful looks and words once she stepped foot into the city. They blame her for something that took places centuries ago, for something that she could not control even if she wanted to. How can one control what happened before they were even born?

It would only make sense that sooner or later, she would lose sight of herself in some way – or maybe, she was always like this?

Whatever it was, you would grow to despise her.

You were not the first to be kind towards her, far from it. Amber and her grandfather where there for her when she was younger. Jean was there to accept her as knight, and so was Varka. Diluc…he admires how far she has come, to an extent, but despises the fact she joined the knights. And given his past with them, it makes sense, but in a way, that makes him like every other citizen out there.

And you wish that you were like them as well back then, ignoring her every time she accidentally made eye contact. And maybe then you would not be in this situation, held captive and unable to escape her clutches. Sure, she would let you walk around the city and such, but with… restrictions. Restrictions that required the eyes and ears of those who feared her enough to listen.

“I should have listened to everyone who warned me of you. You are just as icy as the cryo element that you wield.”

Your voice is firm, fingers flipping pages in a book you were barely paying attention to. The window lets the sunshine through, and Eula takes another sip of her tea. The reports she was writing suddenly seems to turn into a mush of words she doesn’t understand. Your sudden comment shakes her internally, but you know she’ll try to shake it off. She was used to doing that.

“Is that so? I am very aware of how others perceive me, and I should have expected you would come to see me in the same light as them. It is not a surprise but is still rather heartbreaking.”

“You have a heart?”

You try to hold in your snort, her reaction what you expected it to be. Her body freezes and she drop her pen. But as quickly as she loses her composer, she regains it. “Why yes, I do. Otherwise, I would have not confessed that night. Although, it is understandable as to why you would think that – “

“Considering what you have done to me?” you interrupt. You flip the page, sighing. You gave up on trying to convince her to leave you alone, much less actually let you go. She would just find you, anyway, hunting you down like a bloodhound. And even if you managed to tell others of her cruel actions towards you, she has people like Amber and Jean on her side. Two people that everyone likes.

That everyone would listen to.

And you know for a fact that they would not believe you.

“It is all for your safety,” she replies, and with that said, picks up her pen and resumes writing her report. All is silent, for a while. Flipping another page, you think of ways to get your own revenge, but cannot think of a solid plan. While you can ignore her, reject her advances and love, it will not change the fact that she has you physically, locked up in this cage that’s called Mondstat. Even if your words are as sharp as swords, she won’t let you go.

“I would be safer without you.”

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[theoreticslut]

"I fell in love with my tutor...” // g.w. 

george weasley x reader 

 requested: for @teawiththeweasleys ‘s bday writing challenge!

word count: 3.2k

warnings: none, fluff

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“Ms y/l/n” you hear someone call as you walk through the hallway, your last class of the day having just let out.

You look up to see Professor McGonagall standing just outside her classroom, watching you, motioning you over when you notice her.

“How are you, Professor?” You greet, standing in front of the woman.

“Very well. Ms y/l/n, how do you feel about tutoring another student?”

“Oh, uhm, I-I’ve never thought about it in all honesty. I guess it wouldn’t be too bad.”

“Do you already have someone in mind?” You ask.

She chuckles lightly, nodding as she invites you into the classroom.

You smile and follow the older witch into the room, settling down into one of the front desks as she takes a seat at hers.

“I’m sure you know of the Weasley boys? I can’t imagine that you wouldn’t given how disruptive they are in class at times.”

“Yes, of course I know them, Professor.”

Like the witch said, it’s hard not to know who they are with their disruptive tendencies not just in class, but around the castle as well. Whether you see them or not, you know that any mention of pranks around the castle is due to them.

Besides that, you’re in the same year as them.

You aren’t friends by any means, though. Honestly, you’d be surprised if they even knew who you were. You, however, surely knew who they were.

“I figured you would. Well, George seems to be having some trouble with our last few transfigurations and the material we’ve covered with them. I was hoping that you’d be willing to tutor him and help him to understand the lessons?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” You agree.

“Perfect. I’ve already talked to Mr. Weasley and I’ve let him know that I am only concerned with what I’ve mentioned to you, but if he had other questions regarding the subject that he is more than welcome to ask you.”

You nod, not having a problem with that. You, for the most part, understood the entirety of your transfiguration lessons and frequently received high marks so it’s not like he couldn’t ask you any question regarding the subject.

“When I had talked to him, I informed him that I would ask you about tutoring. Therefore, he should be aware that you are advised to set up a time and a place with him. Of course my classroom is available to you should you like to use it.”

“Of course, Professor. Thank you. Do you have any specific requirements that you’d like met aside from just helping him to understand the material? How long would you like him to be tutored? How often?”

You watch her smile at you, impressed with how responsible you are regarding the task. Of course she’s known that you are a bright witch, but over the years she’s watched you become a respected student, and person, both among your peers and the other professors.

“I appreciate your asking, ms y/l/n. I must say that I don’t have any specifics regarding how long or how often you will be tutoring him. Ideally, you’d meet at least once a week but I understand having personal commitments. As for how long, I believe that will be decided as you move forward. I trust you to be able to tell if he understands the material.”

“Of course, Professor. Thank you.”

~.~

You sigh, fidgeting with your hair as you wait for George to show up. It’s been a few days since McGonagall first asked you to tutor him, but it had taken you a day or so to gather up the courage to approach him to figure out a day and time. You could hardly ever find him alone. If you managed to, it only lasted a few seconds before he was joined by Fred or their friend Lee.

Eventually you had to just suck it up and approach him while he and Fred were joking around in the halls before lunch.

“George?”

The redheads look up at you, laughs falling from their faces, instead replaced by a kind smile on George and a smirk on Fred.

“Well, Well. What’s a beautiful girl like you want with George?” Fred teases, chuckling as you roll your eyes at him.

“McGonagall said she talked to you about tutoring?” You ask, turning your attention to the twin not laughing at the moment.

“Yeah. I’m guessing you agreed to it then?” He brightly smiles.

“You’d be correct.” You chuckle lightly. “Did you have a day that works better than others?”

You watch as he presses his lips together in thought, looking over to his brother as he shakes his head.

“Nope. I think any day works this week.”

“Okay. Uhm, how about Thursday then? We can meet in the library around 4?”

“Yeah. That sounds good.” He smiles, your heart doing a somersault.

You nod, giving him a small smile as you turn to leave, your heart racing in nerves at having just talked to him. You’re not sure why it was so nerve wracking talking to him, though. It’s not like you were asking him on a date.

“I’ll see you then!” He calls out, waving to you as you look back and nod, a small smile still on your face.

So here you were Thursday afternoon, sitting at one of the small wooden tables with your transfiguration book, notes, and an empty notebook open in front of you.

You hoped he hadn’t forgotten, but honestly you wouldn’t have been surprised. You did talk to him middle of the day monday. There’s plenty that had happened between then and now that could have caused him to forget.

“I’m going to cut you right bloody off!” You huff as you push some more strands of hair out of your face.

You would just pull it back, except that having it pulled back is also frustrating you today. It either feels too tight or too loose or it just somehow interferes with whatever you’re trying to do at the moment.

“I hope you’re not talking to me.” You hear someone chuckle.

Looking up you see George standing in front of the table, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“No, no. Just my hair.” You smile, chuckling awkwardly.

“It’s getting on my nerves today.”

He nods, smiling at you as you nod your head towards the open chair across from you.

“I hope you don’t cut it off. Not yet at least. It’s looks good like that.”

“Thank you.” You mumble, a shy smile playing on your lips. You look down at your books as a blush rises to your cheeks.

“I’m sorry I’m a bit late. I was going to try being here early, but I got caught up in something with Fred and lost track of the time.” He explains, smiling shyly as he chuckles a bit.

“It’s alright. I mean, you’re not that late. Only a few minutes.”

“So, where do you want to begin? McGonagall said that you’re having some trouble with the last few transfigurations we did?”

~.~

“You make this look so easy, y/l/n. I can tell you that it certainly is not.” George huffs, smiling as you chuckle a bit at his words.

“It’s not the easiest transfiguration, but it’s not that hard, George.”

“Says the brilliant transfiguration expert of our year.” He quips, watching with a smile as you roll you eyes and shake your head at him, a smile evident on your face.

“If you stopped whining and focused, I’m sure you’d get it.” You state, sitting back in your chair as he attempts the transfiguration again.

It’s been about three months now that you’ve been tutoring George and in that time you two have become pretty great friends. You guess it’s bound to happen when you’re spending at least an hour three days a week with each other. Often times a lot more than that.

On top of that, McGonagall decided it’d be best to move you and George next to each other in class so you could help him with the material as you’re learning it. She noticed how much he had improved on test retakes shortly after you started tutoring him and figured why not just keep him with you for all of it instead of you trying to reteach the material after he’s already confused on it.

From there it didn’t take long for talk of transfiguration to turn into talk about you and your interests and him and his family considering he can’t stay focused on class work quite as long as you can.

“I seriously don’t know what I’m doing wrong, y/n. I’m doing exactly what you showed me.” He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly as a pout begins to form on his beautiful lips.

You frown slightly, knowing how discouraged he can get when he doesn’t get things right. That’s one of the many things you’ve realized about him just through watching and getting to know him. He’s briefly mentioned how he feels inferior to his siblings, and especially Fred, but you’ve noticed just how quick his thoughts switch to a mindset of defeat and self-pity when he gets discouraged.

“Hey, George.”

You wait as you watch him turn his attention to you, a frown evident on his face as he looks ready to give up.

“Take a breath. I can show you again, but you can’t get all up in your head. You’ll get it, I promise.” You smile, unaware of just how much your kindness and positivity encourage him.

He nods, a small smile gracing his features as you get up from your seat, joining him as he stands in front of a half-transfigured puffskein.

You quickly transfigure the small creature back to itself and comfort it before motioning for George to join you.

“It helps to establish a bit of trust between you and the creature you’re transfiguring.” You explain as the puffskein butts it’s head against your fingers.

“How do I do that?”

“Just let him get comfortable with you, pet him a little.”

George smiles, watching you coddle the small puffball, his heart melting at just the sight. He can only imagine how amazing you must be with young kids.

There was no possible way to prevent George from falling in love with you during these tutoring sessions, especially since he had already been well on his way before McGonagall even thought of having him tutored. The only thing to come out of this, aside from higher marks and a friendship, is even more dreams of a life with you...one of which happens to be you with kids, maybe possibly even his kids.

You carefully grab a hold of George’s hand, leading him to the puffskein currently curled up against your chest.

“He’ll never get used to you if you don’t pet him, George.”

He chuckles softly, albeit to cover how awkward he feels. Here you are, this beautiful and intelligent girl, taking time out of your day to help him with transfiguration and not once do you get irritated with him.

He honestly doesn’t think there’s anyone more gentle and understanding than you. If it weren’t for you and your patience and gentleness, he surely would be a lot worse off in the class than he is. It’s because of you that he’s exceeding expectations and dancing the edge of outstanding in the class.

“Alright, let’s try it again okay? Just focus on what you want the puffskein to turn in to, and then simply cast it.” You explain, demonstrating the wand movements, the puffskein transforming into a paperweight.

Changing it back, you turn to George to tell him it’s his turn to try.

You stand back, watching as he focuses and attempts the transfiguration, the puffskein still a puffskein and happily trotting along the top of the desk.

You frown a little as George sighs, starting to feel frustrated with himself as he tugs at his hair.

“Try not to be so tense. You can’t be rigid when spell-casting. You have to have some movement and flexibility to your movements.”

You can’t help but chuckle as George looks back at you with a look of pure confusion. Honestly, the way his brows furrowed and lips pursed has got to be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Here. Pretend you’re getting ready to cast the spell.”

He sighs, getting into position when he feels your hands on his shoulders, pressing down.

“Relax your shoulders.”

Next he feels you gently grab at his hips,  carefully adjusting his stance. He can’t lie and say that your hands on him doesn’t take his breath away.

“George, you’re literally standing as stiff as a board. Relax your body some.”

“I don’t think I am. Are you sure you’re not just using this as an opportunity to feel me up?” He jokes, looking back at you with a smile.

“If I wanted to feel you up, it’d be far different to this.” You snort, catching the way his eyes widen slightly and he cocks his eyebrow, his hands dropping back to his sides.

“That so?”

“You’re supposed to be practicing this transfiguration.”

“But this is far more entertaining.”

You chuckle, shaking your head at the fiery-haired boy. You swear he had a response to everything.

“George, you’re stalling. I know you don’t think you can do this, but I promise you that you can. You just need to focus and let me help you.”

He huffs, pouting as he turns away from you, taking his stance once again.

“Okay, Professor y/l/n, tell me what to do.”

You sigh, shaking your head as you try to hide the smile playing on your lips.

“Relax your body.”

Slowly his shoulders fall from his ears and his entire body carefully becomes more fluid.

“There you go. Now when you cast it, let your wrist flow with the movements. You’re not trying to force your hand to move, you’re just letting it follow.”

“Like this?” He asks, demonstrating the movement.

“Close! Let me help.”

Standing slightly behind him, you wrap your hand around his, both of your hearts started to thump wildly in your chests.

Taking his hand, you repeat the motion he just made, but showing him how his wrist needs to follow not lead.

“Try it by yourself now.” You encourage, stepping back slightly as he begins to cast the transfiguration.

You can see him light up as it finally, fully works. Not only does a smile take up his face, but he legitimately inflates at the excitement. Instead of slouching in disappointment he’s now puffed out in pride.

“Did you see that?!” He asks, whipping around to face you.

“I did! I told you that’d you’d get it.” You smile, chuckling as he attacks you in a hug, lifting you from the ground like you’re a doll.

“George!”

“What? I’m thanking you! I swear to Merlin, you’ve got to be the best tutor ever.” He smiles, somehow squeezing you even tighter in his arms.

“George, I can’t breathe.” You chuckle, attempting to push yourself out of his grasp. Unfortunately for you, George Weasley is one hell of a strong man, there’s no wiggling free from his hold unless he lets up some.

“George-“

“Sorry, darling.” He awkwardly chuckles, letting you out of his death grip.

You sigh as he finally lets go of your waist, making sure to take a deep breath as you smile at him.

“I feel sorry for your mum if that’s how tight you’ve always hugged.” You chuckle, which causes a snort to fall from his lips.

“Darling, where do you think I picked up tight hugs? If anything, mum’s hugs are worse.”

“Merlin, I can only imagine.”

“You should meet her someday. I’d love her to meet the girl who’s getting me through Minnie’s class.” He smiles.

“Yeah? It’d be nice. From all you told me about her, she sounds amazing.” You say softly, a small smile gracing your features as you both sit down at the desk.

“She is. She’d love you, I’m sure.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You question, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Well, for starters, you’re keeping me from failing.” He chuckles, loving the smile that adorns your face.

“Aside from that though, you’re smart, funny, kind, and so beautiful. You’re helpful and polite, and make me so happy. She’d love all of that.”

You blush lightly, a small smile on your lips as you take in all he said.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Merlin. You’re so stunning, y/n. Honestly it’s a wonder I am doing better in the class when I get so distracted by you all the time.” He chuckles, smiling dreamily at you.

“And I make you happy?”

“Godric, yes. You don’t even have to say anything to me, just seeing you makes my day a thousand times better.”

“You know, I feel the same about you. There’s a reason I spend the majority of my free-time with you.” You offer to him softly, the conversation turning more intimate by the second.

“There’s a reason I’m constantly asking for your free-time. I fell in love with my tutor long before she was my tutor.”

“I feel that I should confess just how excited I was when McGonagall said she wanted me to be tutored and then said she’d ask you about tutoring me. I swear I was bouncing in happiness. Seriously ask Fred.”

You can’t help but giggle as you imagine George bubbling over with happiness all because of you. The image makes your heart smile.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, george.” You smile, melting in happiness as he interlocks your fingers on the table, playing with yours as a smile takes over his face.

“Thank you for helping me so much with all of this, and believing in me when I couldn’t. I’d much rather learn from you than anyone else.”

“George...” you smile, watching him for a second before you push yourself up from your chair and walk over to him.

“You’re amazing. You’re so brilliant, honestly. All you need is some encouragement from time to time, and I’m more than happy to give you that.” You smile, placing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Mm, come here.” He whines as he feels you pull away after kissing his forehead.

You smile, a small giggle leaving your lips as he pulls you back to him, softly grabbing your face before planting a sweet kiss to your lips. Nothing rushed or sloppy, just a slow and sweet kiss that still somehow managed to convey all the love he holds for you.

“You think we could start using that as a reward when I do things right? I want to kiss you every chance I get.” He smiles as he pulls away.

You chuckle, but can’t help but nod, a smile lighting up both your faces as he pulls you in for yet another kiss. For never having tutored before, you have to say it’s worked out pretty great for both of you. You’ll have to thank McGonagall for this someday.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #hp fluff #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley fluff #study partners

[loaprincessblog]

tw// rant + depression + anxiety + a lot of negativity mindset

ahh okay so, here we go. i am soooo lost. usually i would never give up. i would pick myself up again, but its been 2 years, and im tired, im so close to giving up on everything. i am scared for my future, and scared for my present, because i have had so much faith in the law, but i dont see any differences and now i feel like im snapping back to reality, my mom says that i need to put in work or im going to be a homeless loser when i grow up, i just live in my head usually to escape, but now it makes me anxious. i dont know what to do and i dont know how to get myself together this time i really dont, whenever i try to get better i get bad again even if i dont believe i will. i have terrible mood swings and therapy is seen as taboo in my family and im a minor so i cant get help. i tried talking to people at school but they said they cant help. i really dont know what to do i dont want to put everything on my friends because they also deal with a lot, and i also feel bad for sending this to you right now and honestly i get it if you ignore because it can be very hard to deal with people like this as a loa account. i just dont know what to do with my life i dont know what i will do and the only thing i know i need is proper help i wish i could get, i cnt even call people because my parents have an history of checking people im in contact with. they still do. im 16. im sorry for all of this i just??? i need to let it out somewhere im sorry thank you for taking your time reading this you are a saint.

I am so sorry you have to go through that.

you don’t have to apologize for anything, my dear. you’re the saint here and have done nothing wrong. please don’t feel bad for sending this. It makes me so happy I could help. And I’m really blessed and thankful you trust me enough to share this with me.

you are worthy of everything you’ve ever desired. it is your birthright. The fact you are even aware of the law of assumption is the biggest blessing. And you can use this to your advantage.

it is perfectly understandable to be scared. but what is more scary? having nothing or everything? The law cannot fail you. As long as you persist, it has to happen.

I cannot even begin to imagine what you’re going through. you will get through this. I am so proud of you, darling. you’re so strong. As long as you affirm, it will happen. always remind yourself of that.

and if/when it is safer, try again to reach out for help. always live in your imagination. The 4D is very real. And the more you focus on it, the more you’ll see it in the 3D. don’t view the 3D as your enemy. if you think it’s hard to get results, that will manifest.

every time you have a negative thought flip it with something positive. please know this is only temporarily. if you’ve been affirming for 2 years that means at any second now you’ll get results. i love you so so much and I’m so proud of you 💓💓💓

#chloe answers 🦋 #anon asks #pep talk

[celestial-fucking-weeb]

WINTER WARMTH

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Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, AGED UP (mid twenties), fluff, insecurities, smut, body worship, chubby kink, marking (hickies), Papi kink

Pairing: Sero Hanta x reader

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

The snow outside was pretty at first, but now with the doors and windows to your small cottage-type home half covered, it seemed almost oppressive. With the power outage, there was no television to drown out the quiet, only deafening silence and the movement of your new roommate, Sero Hanta.

It didn’t start this way, you hadn’t always obsessively paid attention to his mannerisms. At one point in time, he was just a hero working for the same agency you provided medical care for. You were just support staff, until a dumb villain thought you were “important” and kidnapped you, leaving the heroes you saw as coworkers to rescue you. After that, the agency wanted you to live in the adjacent apartments, but you refused. Magically, two days later, Sero Hanta approached you asking about your spare room under the guise of his lease running out. You thought it seemed a bit suspicious, particularly that this gorgeous man had “nowhere else to go”, meaning no significant other to take him in. Of course, you agreed, being a nice person and maybe bit naïve. He moved his stuff in, didn’t make much of a fuss, and mostly left you to your own devices. That is, until you noticed some... abnormalities. The lingering glances, the newly installed security cameras, the not-so-subtle ideas to spend time with you of having meals together or watching movies, making sure you’d eaten or slept... He cared too much. He was so perfect- gorgeous, tall, easygoing, had similar goals as a rescue hero, funny, and he cared. He cared for you, which made living with him so much harder. You found yourself enjoying nights with him, wanting to sit a little closer, wanting to impress him with new dishes to make for dinner, ditching your ex’s sweatpants for cute sleep shorts, relishing in fantasies of his protective nature and dominating stature with your hand between your thighs... You thought you were going to choke when he started walking around in only gray sweats or a towel after his shower. You tried your best to keep eye contact, not stick around too long, not encroach upon his comfort in his own house. You failed to notice the smirk on his face when you quickly excused yourself or when you turned away too fast after being caught staring.

Sero had originally taken this as an assignment, although he did have a bit of a crush on you from the times you’d patched him up after rough shifts. He thought of himself as your own personal hero, but that mindset soon turned into more than just an assignment. He was protective over you, and he found himself getting defensive if you even mentioned another guy. He had tried flirting within reason, just making dinners and watching movies, but he got cocky when he had walked past your door one night and heard your little whimpers. He decided to test his theory, wearing his sweats lower than he normally would and walking back to his room in a towel, and delighting in strolling past your room to hear your muffled moans and the vibrations of the toy you never used to use. You were getting desperate, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t boost his ego to hear his name through the walls. This, however, was NOT something he’d planned on.

Everything was fine, being stuck in the house together was nice, until the power went out. The heat somewhat remained in the house until night, when you curled up on the couch under every blanket you had and he layered on an extra hoodie and lounged next to you. He looked cold...

“H-Hey... Sero? Um... You look cold. Do you want a blanket?”

“Hmmm, but then wouldn’t you be cold too?” He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

“Well... Maybe... But that’s okay! You need to be warm too!!” God, you’re so sweet.

“I mean... You could always come over here, we can be warm together!” He stretches out his arm and beckons you over, inviting you to curl up next to him. You shift over, spreading the blankets over your roommate and hiding your blushing face under the pile of softness, keeping at least 3 inches of space between you before he rests his arm behind your head.

“Thanks, y/n, this is uh... nice!” He hides his disappointment at your perceived rejection, going back to look at his phone.

After 20 minutes of scrolling, you can’t take it anymore. He smells so good, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“I’M GONNA GO TO BED NOW. Uh, goodnight!” You basically shouted, too loud to be natural. You abruptly stood up before slightly shrinking from the frigid air. When did it get so cold in here?

“Hey, it’s really cold... We don’t really have a ton of blankets, and I’m worried you’re going to freeze, so maybe we could sleep in my room tonight? Just for, ya know... body heat?” He sounds nervous, like he expects you to freak out and reject him completely.

“Well... I-I guess that’s smart... You’re right. So... Let’s go?” Holy fuck, you are so nervous. You were originally escaping to your room like you normally do, too horny to continue hanging out with Sero and retain your sanity, but now you’re sleeping with him?! What the fuck are you thinking?!

He gathered the blankets and lead you into his room, holding the door for you before plopping down your nest of fabric. You stand awkwardly in the center of the room, waiting for something you have no idea what. Sero unceremoniously strips himself of his hoodies and sweats and climbs into bed, seemingly out of habit, before turning his attention to you and holding the blankets open.

“Are you coming?” He smirks, putting on a confused voice that doesn’t quite match the mischief in his eyes.

“I-...” FUCK, he’s beautiful. Lean muscles flexing with every movement, shaggy hair falling over his face, and holy... The tight black boxers are NOT helping the whole “too turned on to function” situation.

“Oh... Sorry, I read somewhere that skin-to-skin contact is better for warmth. You’d probably know better than me, I guess.” He grins, as though this entire thing is nonchalant and completely normal. “I can help you if you’d like~”

“Uh nope, yeah, you’re right!! I’ll uh just... Can you close your eyes?” You are panicking. Every insecurity you’ve ever had is coming to bite you in the ass. You’re suddenly hyper aware of how much space your body takes up, remembering everything those stupid bitches in high school said about you.

“Y/n, you’ve seen me in that skin tight hero suit and you’ve patched up most of my body. It’s totally fine! PLUS, you’re sleeping in my bed, am I gonna have to close my eyes the whole night??” He jokes, not knowing that your shyness isn’t rooted in principle, but fear. Upon seeing your face, his smile falters and he autocorrects, “You know, I think you’re beautiful, but if you want me to turn around, I promise I will.”

“No, it’s-it’s fine. It’s okay. Wait- did you just call me beautiful?” You try to cover your shocked expression as you take off your sweater and slide off your fuzzy pajama pants. Sero is thankful your head is stuck in your sweater as his jaw practically drops. Oh fuck, he’s screwed. His eyes follow your curves from your chest, down your sides, to the pouch of your tummy and the plump fullness of your thighs... If he thought he was having trouble focusing before, there’s no way there’s gonna be enough blood in his brain when you’re half naked next to him... Speaking of... Shit, he’s hard... Okay, it’s fine, just tuck it in your waistband like you did back in school...

You climb into bed as quickly as you can, still keeping a few inches between you and Sero until he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. You squeak in surprise and he chuckles, “You can’t be warm unless you’re over here! C’mere.” He nestles his face into your hair and splays a hand across the curve of your lower back. Feeling very naked and very nervous, you shift in his hold and snuggle closer to the heat he gives off, but halt your motions when you feel him twitch against your thigh. Neither of you are breathing, praying the other didn’t notice the rock hard length pressed between your bodies. Somehow, in the time you spent essentially playing dead, you both fell asleep cuddled together.

Over the course of the night, you had shifted to straddle your leg over his torso and he had turned on his back with his hand resting on the space between your thigh and your butt. Sero was the first to stir from his slumber when he felt you move against him, a small whine escaping your parted lips as your hips rolled against his. Oh... OH... Is y/n-? oh fuck y/n is dreaming... and grinding on me... fuck, this shouldn’t feel so good... He tries his hardest to go back to sleep, but the feeling of your sleeping body brushing up against his cock keeps him wide awake. He was trying to stay perfectly still until he heard your tiny whisper “Hanta~”... His hips involuntarily thrust, drawing out the most sinful moan from your throat as the head of his dick added friction on your clit that woke you up. You start to move away, embarrassed and hoping to check that he’s still asleep, but Sero’s grip tightens around your thigh and presses you harder onto him.

“Good morning to you, too~... If you needed my help getting off, you could’ve just asked, babygirl~” The lust and sleep clouding his voiced, combined with the steady roll of his hips makes you whimper and tuck your face into his neck.

“Awww so shy~ You were moaning my name earlier. Why don’t we see how loud I can make you, princess?” He speaks lowly as he flips you onto your back, hovering over you.

“I- I... Please.” You breathe wrapping your legs around his waist and stare up at him, wiggling your hips and sliding your hands up his biceps.

“Can I- Can I kiss you? Are you sure you want this? I’ve had feelings for you since before I moved in and I just... I never want to hurt you.” Cupping your cheek and searching your face for any hesitation, Sero starts succumbing to his own insecurities. He never wants to hurt you, and he knows he isn’t the flashy hero some of his friends seem to be... He needs to hear you say it.

“Sero... Yes~. I want you, please kiss me... I feel the same way. Please~...” Upon hearing your confession, Sero slotted his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet, gentle. Breathing each other in felt so right, so natural, and you followed his lead when he slid his hold to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. His hand drifted down, following the curve of your breasts, tracing your sides and resting on the pouch of your tummy. Just as you were starting to feel self conscious, Sero groans and moves to kiss your neck, mumbling “You’re so beautiful, y/n. Fuck, so perfect. You feel so soft, I need you so bad~” The whimper he draws from you when he sucks a deep mark into the column of your throat is absolutely lewd, you can barely believe it came from you. He kisses his way down your body, leaving hickies along your skin and squeezing every inch he can get his hands on. You look down at him, his eyes dark with lust and admiration as he leaves opened mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, making you more needy than you thought possible. He strokes his thumb along your clothed slit and moans at your wetness.

“Fuck- you’re so wet for me, angel. I want to taste you, you’re so cute like this. Let’s take these off, yeah?” He looks to you and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, asking for permission and grinning like an idiot when you lift your hips to help him. Before you can say anything, he’s prying your legs open and diving in, moaning as he laps your slit and sucks your clit into his mouth. You run your fingers through his hair and grip him, pulling him into you and grinding against his face. His groans send vibrations straight to your core, pinning your hips with one arm and sliding two fingers into your dripping cunt.

“M-more!! Oh god, please Sero, just like that- I want more!” You moan so prettily for him, but he wants something more. He releases your clit with a pop and leans up, stilling his fingers inside you and wrapping his free hand around your neck. The pressure and dominance has you clenching around his fingers, and he takes notice.

“You either call me Hanta or Papi, nothing else. You understand? I want you to say my name when you cum.” He commands, and sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh you like that, huh?~ I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Why don’t you tell me what you want, baby?~”

Your brain goes hazy when he leans in and places little love bites on your neck and collarbones. “PAPI~! Yes, I love it! Please fuck me, I want to feel you, I need moreee~” You pant as he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you unbearably empty.

“Oh baby, I’ll fill you up, don’t worry. But first, why don’t you suck my cock?~” He strips himself of his boxers and flips the two of you, pulling you on top of him. He’s so long, just thick enough to stretch you and reach every amazing spot inside of you. The sight of his hard length has you drooling, anticipating feeling the weight of him on your tongue. You give the head a few kitten licks, relishing in the way he groans and twitches in your hand. He laces his fingers at the base of your head and lets you set your own pace, wrapping your plush lips around him. Bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue along the vein on the underside of his dick and swirling it around the head- you love seeing his reactions. The way his breathing increases and his hips buck when you hollow your cheeks. He looks so pretty like this, you can’t help but rub your thighs together for some kind of friction. Luckily, he notices how desperate you’ve gotten and pulls you up to straddle him with one hand still on your hair and the other gripping your hip, calloused fingers digging in and massaging the fat there.

“As much as I want to cum in that perfect little mouth, I think my baby needs to be filled, yeah?” He fists his cock and strokes the head through your wetness, gathering your slick and making you involuntarily grind against him. “Beg for my cock, babygirl~, tell Papi what you want.” The smirk on his face is utterly sinful, teasing you and enjoying the fucked out expression on your beautiful face.

“PLEASE I want your cock, I wanna be full, just fuck me already!!! Please stop teasing me Hantaaa~” Just as you grind your hips down onto him, he thrusts into you, cutting off your pleading with a needy moan. “Ah~ fuck- so full, so full, oh my god! Yes Papi~!”

“Oh shit angel, fuck- you feel so good.” Hanta grabs your hips and helps you slowly fuck yourself on him, “Just like that, baby, just like that. Ride my fucking cock. Fuck- you’re so tight...”

The dirty talk pouring out of Hanta’s mouth, combined with the stretch of his hot length stirring up your insides, you find yourself embarrassingly close to climax already. Your first orgasm hits you like a train, completely knocking the air out of your lungs and causing you to collapse onto Hanta’s chest. He seizes the opportunity to flip the two of you, holding you underneath him and fucking you into the mattress.

“Ah ah ahhhhh~ Hantaaa~ I can’t! I can’t, I just came, it’s too much!!! oh FUCK Papi!!!” You feel the tears welling up in your eyes from the overstimulation and pleasure.

“Yes you can, babygirl. You’re taking me so well, you’re such a good girl. I know you love it, I can feel your pussy flutter around me. So honest, angel. You’re so perfect like this- fuck.” Hanta grips the back of your thighs and pushes your knees to the bed, hitting even deeper within you. The head of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust and makes you scream out, nails digging into his back, and egging him on.

“Come on, mi amor, cum with me. I know you can, I can tell you’re so fucking close... Cum on my cock, that’s right. Cum for me.” His long fingers reach down and rub quick circles on your clit. He leans in to sink his teeth into the junction of your neck and your shoulder, sending you over the edge into your climax. Your vision goes white and you clamp down around him, cunt spasming as you squirt all over his thighs and abs.

“F-fuck!!! That’s so fucking hot~ I’m gonna- Ah~” He fills you to the brim with his sticky release, the warmth spreading through your core and coating your walls. Hanta releases your legs and lays on top of you, sweaty bodies pressed together until he comes down from his high.

“That was so amazing, angel. You were so good for me. Such a pretty baby, all mine...” He pulls back to kiss your temple and rolls over, petting your hair and lightly scratching your back.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me... I always want to be yours.” You giggle, bubbly at his claim on you and still buzzing from your high. You curl up into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him close. “Mine.”

“Mmhmm, all yours.” He breathes a chuckle and places a kiss to your hairline. “I’m glad I can warm you up, lovebug.” He smiles as your breathing evens out, falling asleep with you in his arms.

#sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #bnha x reader #sero hanta fanfic #fanfiction #mha sero #mha smut