#someone needs to teach you about tact

[lookninjas]

So I’m going to take a shower, feed my cat, pour myself a glass of wine and see if I can write this Sandman meta about living in dreams tonight, but before I do that, consider:

For all John Burgess called Dream a liar and the King of Lies, and etc. etc., the fact of the matter remains that Morpheus is a) compulsively honest and b) almost entirely unfamiliar with the concept of tact.  And that’s what gets him in trouble like at least 74.6% of the time. 

#the sandman #dream of the endless #like he's very honest about everything constantly all the time #and he's also usually right unless he's talking about himself but many of us don't fully understand ourselves that's just how it goes #but tact son #tact #someone needs to teach you about tact

[homunculus-argument]

One of the most fun character concepts that I've had that I've never been able to fit into anything is The Most Appropriate Socialite Lady. Nobody dislikes her, but she is, indeed, very Appropriate, always seeming to do everything precisely to social etiquette, even according to social rules that nobody else knew were a thing. If there is a protocol to how to behave or respond in any given situation, no matter how obscure or how long ago it was that this was written down in some Refined Society Etiquette Book, she'll know it. So she is a bit old-fashioned sometimes, but not in a regressive way.

Every time there's a situation where nobody actually knows what the right way to respond would be, they quietly glance at her, because either she knows exactly how to handle this, or if the situation truly is without precedent, her educated guess of what should be done must be the right one. Someone might even write it down for a future etiquette book, of how This Most Polite Well-Mannered Lady responded to this awkward situation.

She doesn't judge people, and is never rude about people breaking Good Manner Rules on purpose (as pointing out someone doing so would be impolite), but the way she seems genuinely surprised and confused whenever someone breaks the protocol that nobody else might even been aware of makes people feel self-conscious or awkward sometimes. And she politely pretends to not notice that. She is very kind, very sweet, but also extremely Appropriate.

So even if this isn't a Victorian style gentlemanly "fine ladies are fragile and must be sheltered from the world"-style society by default, people still feel the need to behave well and be on their best formal behaviour around her, not out of fear of judgement but because she genuinely is that way and nobody wants to upset her. And if someone who doesn't give a shit about protocols upsets her on purpose by deliberately doing something that's fucking rude, they'll be discreetly moved to a different location before getting the shit beat out of them because fuck you for upsetting her.

The thing is, she's actually just autistic as hell. She originally started reading up on social etiquette as a way of masking, but it became a special interest for her, and she isn't just thrilled to teach you how to properly fold a napkin to help you better fit in to the Refined Society, but because she fucking loves infodumping. She's not trying to set herself apart, gatekeep, judge others or show off how she's better than you (like many others of her background would), she just genuinely enjoys having explicitly and clearly written rules and instructions on how to behave in society.

Also the tactful and graceful way in which she doesn't pay notice to veiled insults, or people accidentally saying something insulting to her, isn't always an act. A lot of the time she genuinely just does not notice.

[freelancearsonist]

Won't You Suffer for the Angels to Fly?

➔ Joel Miller x fem!Reader - 2k

➔ Joel finds religion in the last place he expected to--a preacher's daughter.

➔ Rated MA for pure blasphemy. a lot of religious imagery and defiling of holy places--please read at your own risk. unprotected p in v sex, creampie, squirting, fingering (f receiving), corruption kink, HEFTY age gap (r is early 20s [unspecified], joel is 56), reader uses feminine pronouns and has female anatomy [please let me know if i missed anything at all :)]

➔ this is for my mid to plus!sized readers :) you're beautiful and valid and i love you. this was written in basically one sitting after i binged mike flanagan's midnight mass in one night. thank you to my lovelies @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @shakespeareanwannabe for talking me through this <3 title is from "heaven only knows" by bob moses

The Bible teaches–at least according to what Joel was able to gleam from the Easter service–that everything happens for a reason. That every pelting raindrop in its descent from the sky, even before it lands heavy and dark in his hair or soaks the lush green landscape of Jackson, has a purpose.

He’s struggled a lot with purpose ever since hearing that existential crisis-inspiring sermon that Tommy had dragged him to. 

In the preacher’s defense, it went over well with everyone else. So many people are lost nowadays, adrift in a world that doesn’t seem to have space for them. They need that hope, that reassurance that they’re here for a reason. That they’ve survived hell on earth not out of luck, but out of purpose. He pulled out the big gun that everyone needed to hear on one of the two days a year that everyone in Jackson has their ears open to him. It was tactful, and Joel has to acknowledge that. Your father is clever, if not cunning.

It’s a trait that you’ve learned directly from him, whether purposeful or not. But you sat right in the front row and nodded along to every word, accepting without thought or conflict that purpose is in every action, every reaction, every change of tide and every gust of wind.

And if everything has a purpose, your purpose must be to torture him.

You never have anything but a smile on your face for Joel. Joel, a man older than your own father, a man whose hands have broken every commandment that you hold so dear. A man that should know better than to let you get under his skin and infect his dreams.

He wonders what it would be like to hold someone so perfectly untainted in hands that have killed and destroyed and sinned. Hands that are strong, hands that are experienced, hands that are greedy. He’s certain he could teach you all about greed. He could make you beg, plead, sob for more and more and more until the only thought remaining in your pretty little head is how much you want to take from him. Until you become a glutton at the altar of his generosity.

And oh, how generous he could be once he had you begging. Minding your manners and asking nicely for what you need, of course, but he would never deny you anything you asked of him.

“Can I help you with that, Mr. Miller?” He hadn’t even noticed he was struggling–and he wouldn’t be, really, if he wasn’t so distracted. Putting new legs on a pew isn’t the issue after all; it’s the fact that you’re sitting there on the stairs that lead up to the altar and absentmindedly swinging your legs as if you’re taunting him. As if you understand that his resolve is slipping with every passing second he’s alone in this room with you. 

“Joel.”

“Hmm?” You shift your posture to lean closer, and that skirt that’s already way too short to be worn by the pastor’s daughter, in a house of God of all places, rides just a little further up your deliciously full thighs. 

How is he expected to work, to keep his mind on the job, when all he wants is to know what those thighs might feel like wrapped around his head?

He clears his throat and adjusts “You can call me Joel, sweetheart.”

He sees it, then. It’s so subtle, but it’s not imagined. You squirm at the pet name, at the raspy drawl of his voice, and it changes everything for him.

He sees in his mind the sweet girl, barely out of her teens, who sits in the front pew with a Bible in her lap. He sees the girl who sings so sweetly to the tune of every hymn. He sees the girl who’s so shy that she blushes every time she catches his gaze.

And then he sees everything underneath the act. He sees the girl who’s bold enough to wear a bright red dress to the Easter service. He sees the girl who makes eye contact with him across the dining hall every night to watch the way he reacts to her lips wrapped so tantalizingly smoothly around her spoon. He sees the girl who knew he would be alone in the chapel today–the girl who wore an easily accessible skirt just for the occasion.

You bookmark the page you’re on and set down the book you were reading, eyes fixated on him all the while. “Is there something I can help with, Joel?”

There certainly is, and it’s not the pew he’s supposed to be repairing.

He remembers, vaguely, hearing something about how God spares guilt from sinners when sin is necessary. It must be necessary to teach you a lesson, then–as you stride over and kneel beside him, your eyes heavy with anticipation and lashes fluttering, he doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt.

“Hasn’t your daddy taught you not to dress like this?” He takes the hem of your skirt idly in his hand, rubs the silky fabric between his thumb and forefinger. He’s not touching you, not really, but his hand is so achingly close. An inch or two, and he’d feel your warmth–those plush thighs that God created to rule over Joel Miller’s mind, body, and soul; ‘til death does he finally know peace, amen.

You shake your head and even manage to seem smug as you say, “No. He just teaches everyone else to resist temptation.”

“I’ve never been much good at that,” he murmurs.

He thinks that you know that. He thinks that you’re his crucible, his most important moral trial–that maybe, if he can turn you away now, he’s a good man.

Joel Miller is not a good man. His kiss is crushing. It’s hellfire, it’s brimstone, it’s everything you’ve been taught to fear your entire life. You melt into it so prettily, accepting your damnation with parted lips and eager eyes. A wanton moan gets caught in your throat when his hand slips further up your skirt. 

No panties–in a place of worship, no less. He should bend you over his knee for this transgression, make sure you understand how filthy you are. But there’s hardly time for that now, not when he’s even more desperate than you are. And you are desperate–dripping down his fingers into the palm of his hand as your teeth leave perfect little indents in the plush skin of your bottom lip.

His free hand grips your chin firmly, guiding your eyes to his. He wants to see your depravity, the flickering embers of lust in your eyes as you come on his fingers and cry out for salvation from the all-consuming pleasure.

“Oh my God–”

His hand tightens around your jaw just the slightest bit in warning. “No, baby. You moan my name when I’m touchin’ you.”

And you do–thighs trembling, eyes watering, you cry out his name like a prayer as your cunt pulses and squeezes around his willing fingers.

There’s an unpracticed tremble to your hand as you reach to work open his belt, and it makes his cock throb under the confining material of his jeans.

You want every inch of his skin pressed against yours, so desperate for it that you’re nearly in tears when he pulls your fingers away from the buttons on his shirt. He’s not foolish–no one steps foot into this place during the week, but he knows better than to tempt God’s sense of humor. This has to be quick and contained, and you know it too; you picked your little skirt for exactly that reason.

He catches a glimpse of your glistening need as you settle over his thighs, and once again he battles to resist temptation. He whispers in your ear as you settle your chest against his and grind that fluttering, sensitive cunt along his length–promises himself more than you, really, that he’ll bury his face in your folds and drink from you next time. Next time–the promise makes you clench impossibly hard around nothing.

His eyes have never been quite as heavy as they are when you start to sink that dripping heat down his cock. Head tipped back, throat exposed, completely at your mercy. He has to force himself to look up at you–to worship the goddess enshrined on his altar, all his for the taking.

You bite into your lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as your hips settle against his, completely overwhelmed by the burning stretch of his size. He’s a challenge, certainly, but one that you are determined to overcome. 

“Easy, baby girl,” he grumbles as you start to rock against him before you’re truly accommodated. His hands rest heavy on your hips–not anchoring, but encouraging. As wrong–as depraved–as this may be, he wants you to enjoy it without pain. “That’s right, nice and slow.”

It doesn’t stay that way, though; the desperation mounts to a boiling point until you’re bouncing fervently in his lap. It’s delicious, the way the thick head of him drags against something deep and sensitive within you. He guides you when your thighs start to burn, grip tightening enough to leave forbidden bruises in the soft flesh of your hips. His mouth presses to yours, breathing the oxygen straight from your lungs as he presses his hips up. There’s nothing you can do but take it, pliant in his hold, head rolling back to accommodate the wet drag of his mouth and the tickling scratch of his beard against your throat.

He feels it before you do–a subtle flutter as your cunt tries sucking him in even deeper. And maybe, if he was a good man, he’d lean away from it and have mercy on you. But he’s not a good man–he’s a greedy, wanton, desperate man. He angles his hips and thrusts as hard as he can, shoving you into your release with force.

You overflow with it; gushing over him like a flood, staining his hastily pushed down jeans and the floorboards beneath.

He pushes you onto your back like you’re weightless, adrenaline coursing as he starts to slam into you. It’s not polite or sweet or loving–he fucks into you and empties himself like an animal. He growls deep in his throat as his cock pulses within you, instructing you to “take it, baby girl” as if you’d consider anything less. 

You don’t know where your release ends and his begins. All you know is his weight on top of you, his mouth on your jaw, the collective breathless pants that fill the room as you both come down together.

You’re not sure how long it is before he pulls out of your warmth with an actual whine, breath heavy against your neck where his face is so comfortably nestled.

And you start to laugh, because you wish you’d worn panties after all–you don’t know how you’re going to get home with the mess of cum that’s dripping down the curve of your ass.

He even chuckles with you, until he tears his eyes away from your blissed face and sees the cross hanging heavy on the far wall.

“Th-that…” he gulps. “That can’t happen again.”

“It can,” you assure him, and he supposes you’re right.

You keep your head down and your eyes to yourself on Sunday, even as you spot the barely-noticeable stain on the hardwood floor next to the newly-repaired pew on the right side of the aisle. It’s so faint that no one would notice it unless they were looking for it, but it’s glaringly obvious to you. You should be ashamed; you should be begging for forgiveness. But then you meet Joel’s watchful eyes, and the shame washes away. How can you feel guilty over an act of worship?

THE END

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[kleftiko]

❦ ON MY DESK BY MIDNIGHT

“your professor was a strict asshole and you were failing the class. the only thing to do was go to him for extra help, unfortunately, he’s not a patient man.”

cw: teacher/student relationship, age gap, spanking, unprotected sex, sir kink, hate fucking (?)

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If looks could kill, your laptop would be six feet under.

You glared at the 29% on your screen as if it would change under intimidation. If it were any other class, the right thing would be to drop, but you needed this credit for your major, and you weren't gonna let your asshole professor stand in the way of your degree. So you closed the tab and opened your email.

Hi, Professor Geto,

I just received my mark on the last test, and I did not do as well as I hoped. Is there any extra material you recommend that I study in order to get a better grade next time? Or are there any tutoring opportunities I could use?

Thank you,

Y/N

Within a couple minutes, you received a response.

Sure.

Office hours tomorrow.

Sent from my iPhone

Besides the fact that he didn't answer your questions, the complete lack of tact from this man plus the shitty grade he gave you just pissed you off, and you ended up slamming your poor laptop closed with petty rage.

God, you hated him. He was always so haughty, acting as if everything around him was boring. You've caught his dark eyes glancing over at you with a condescending smirk more times than you could count. The thought of seeking tutoring opportunities from someone like him only made your blood boil even more.

You hated his stupidly long hair and how it always framed his face and looked so soft. You hated how, when it was warm, he wore short sleeves that showed off his tattoos that you couldn't take your eyes off of. You hated how his deep, velvety voice made you shift in your seat as you imagined him whispering things in your ear.

You hated him.

And you hated thinking about him right now, so with a huff, you turned over and went to sleep.

The next day, you went to his office. Looking through the open door at him, you were reminded of your thoughts last night. He had his hair tied up, those stubborn bangs falling out effortlessly like always, and his buttoned shirt was rolled up around his forearms, a glimpse of inked skin peeking through. Professor Geto was shuffling through some papers when he looked up from his desk and met your eyes.

"You coming in?" He drawled, and you blushed slightly from being caught.

You shuffled inside and closed the door behind you before your fingers started playing with the hem of your skirt. Professor Geto stood up and placed your test on the desk.

"So you don't like your mark." He said and you shook your head. "What do you plan to do about that?"

You frowned. "I emailed you yesterday about tutoring."

"It seems like you don't listen to what I say during lectures; why would you listen now?"

"I do listen to you! Maybe you just suck at teaching."

"Maybe you're a shit student." He retaliated, and all thoughts of his attractiveness went out the window.

You started seething. "I'm there for every lecture!"

"Then maybe if you didn't eye-fuck the boys in class and actually paid attention, you'd have passed."

Your eyebrows shot up to the sky as you seethed, "Excuse me?"

But he just blinked at you.

"Why does it matter if I'm eye-fucking someone?" You blurted.

"It gets a little distracting in class when my students keep talking about who you blew on the weekend instead of working." His sharp gaze cut you down, and you felt bare. But you didn't back out of the challenge.

"Oh, so you're just upset 'cause you're a 35-year-old virgin who can't get any." You surmised, and he smirked.

"Yea? And why are your panties soaked every class?" He took a step forward and towered over you, leaning down slightly and lowering his voice. "Next time you spread your legs under the desk, I like the lacey white ones you wear."

The heat in your face felt like a wildfire, but you refused to let him see your vulnerability. "Who says it's you that gets me wet?" You retorted, standing your ground.

But with one more step toward you, your knees nearly buckled. Almost chest-to-chest with the man, he trailed his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps along your skin, before dipping under your skirt. You shuddered at his cool hands, frozen in place as he curled two fingers along your pussy. It took all your strength not to moan at the simple touch.

Retracting his grip, he lifted up his hand in front of the two of you and admired the slick covering his fingers. As he spread them, your stringy juice connected each digit, proof of the lewd thoughts you have for your professor. But then he brings them to your mouth, and you don't know why, but you habitually open your lips and suck your fluid from his fingertips, not breaking eye contact with the man.

"You expect me to believe that wasn't meant for me?" He spoke in a dangerously low voice that caused you to whimper softly around his fingers.

Geto smiled—a sight you had never seen before but could tell was downright sadistic. His eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and power as he watched your submissive reaction. It was clear that he enjoyed having this control over you, relishing in the knowledge that he could make you succumb to his desires without question.

Then he turned away from you, taking back his fingers and casually wiping them on his pressed shirt as he looked down at the graded test. You were confused.

"So, you're not happy with the mark." He repeated. You could sense a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he found your disappointment entertaining. It was evident that he took pleasure in exerting his dominance over you. As he continued to speak, his condescending tone only further emphasized his sadistic nature. "Why don't we go through it?"

After a couple of dumbfounded blinks, wondering if what just transpired actually took place, you nodded and stepped towards the desk.

Your professor moved away for a second before appearing behind you and holding out a pencil. Not knowing what was going on, you took the utensil from his grasp, feeling the rough skin of his fingers—the same ones that were just in your mouth. You looked down at the test.

"First question..." You trailed off as his large hand came to rest on your ass. You froze for a second at the touch, but then he pulled away and landed a harsh smack against you.

You yelped and looked up at him with wide eyes.

The condescending gaze was back. "Did I tell you to stop?"

Your heart raced as confusion and arousal washed over you. The shock of his actions made it difficult to comprehend what was happening, but the slight stinging sensation on your ass had you bowing your head back to the paper.

"No," you said.

"No, what?"

"No, Sir." You corrected, and he hummed softly, his hand coming back to massage under your skirt.

You continued reading the question, trying not to falter at the reminder of his touch. But when you began your answer, his hand drew back and landed another harsh spank.

You gripped the desk in front of you.

"Wrong." Was all he said.

You whimpered but tried again.

Another slap.

"Sir..." You whined.

"Keep going."

You wiggled under his touch, your legs pushing together for a fraction of friction where you really needed it. Taking your time, you slowly worked through the answer, voice trembling at each graze of his rough fingers toying with the edge of your panties. When you finished, his hand dipped under the fabric and rubbed your clit, causing you to buckle under him.

His other arm came around to hold you up, pressing your body back into his sturdy chest as he chuckled darkly.

"Good girl," he mumbled. "Next."

"Sir, please..." You didn't know what you were asking for, but the lewd sound of his fingers against your soaked lips and the pleasure that came from them had your mind fuzzy.

"Are you already fucked dumb?" He asked rhetorically. "Haven't even taken out my dick yet."

At that, you whined and pushed yourself back against him, feeling his hard cock through his dress pants. He let out a hiss at the sensation, letting go of you in favour of undoing his buckle. As your arms fell on the desk in front of you to hold up your body, you couldn't help but anticipate the impending release of pleasure that awaited you. The air in the room grew thick with desire as he finally freed himself from his pants, and you could feel your own arousal burning with each passing second.

Geto didn't warn you when he entered. The sudden intrusion of his hard length inside you took your breath away, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed you, heightening the pleasure and leaving you craving more.

He wasn't gentle with you, treating you like a vessel for his own pleasure, but your wanton moans told him you liked it just as much as him.

"Do the little boys in the class fuck you like this?" He grunted, and you shook your head defiantly.

You bit your lip, trying to regain some confidence as you said, "T-they do it better."

"Oh?" He hummed and pulled out.

Your professor slipped out of you, grabbed your hips, and flipped you over. He pushed you back onto the desk, laid you down atop all the messy paperwork—including your forgotten test—and pushed your legs into your chest before you thrust inside again.

You let out a moan at the newfound spot he could reach, and Geto slapped a hand over your mouth.

"You want everyone to know this 35-year-old virgin is fucking you?" He mocked your inability to speak.

Every glide and thrust of his hips against yours sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire being. The rhythm between you two was intoxicating—a perfect dance of lust and appetite. With each movement, you found yourself surrendering completely to the overwhelming pleasure, losing yourself in the euphoria of the moment.

"God, how are you so fucking tight?" He groaned, his voice filled with a mix of desire and disbelief. The intensity of the sensations overwhelmed you, making it hard to form coherent words. You could only moan in response, your body responding to his every touch and movement. Then he brought his thumb roughly against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. The pleasure intensified, causing your breath to hitch and your heart to race even faster. Every nerve ending in your body felt alive, consumed by the sting of ecstasy that seemed to have no end in sight.

"You like being used like this?" He asked. "Seems to be the only thing you're good at."

As the words left his lips, a mix of desire and humiliation washed over you. The intensity of the moment heightened, and your mind raced with conflicting emotions, torn between the raw pleasure coursing through your veins and the sting of his degrading words. It was a twisted dance of dominance and submission, leaving you yearning for more while questioning your own desires.

But as your orgasm washed over you, your mind was filled with nothing but pleasure, and your professor's cock was still buried deep inside you, pulsating with each wave of pleasure that rippled through your body. The illicit nature of the encounter only fueled your desire further as you surrendered completely to the intoxicating sensations for just a moment. As you lay there, spent and breathless, a newfound sense of liberation washed over you, leaving you craving more of the man in front of you.

He pulled out of you.

Your eyes widened with confusion and disappointment as you watched him retreat, leaving you feeling empty and unsatisfied. The sudden absence of his presence left a void within you, aching for his touch once again. So when he sat in his chair and motioned you back to him with a single curl of his finger, you willed your aching legs to carry you into his lap.

As you settled atop him, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. The intensity of his gaze and the heat radiating from his body reignited the desire that had momentarily been extinguished. You lined yourself up with his cock and slowly ground yourself onto it.

His hands stilled against you when you tried to bounce, however, and kept you trapped against him as he looked down at you.

"You do this to all your professors?" He asked, and you shook your head violently.

"Only you, sir." Your once-confident voice was now soft and laced with lust, and you let out a soft moan as you felt his dick twitch within you at the mention of his name. "You like when I call you 'Sir'?

His glare darkened, hips thrusting up harshly to elicit a yelp from you.

"You like when I make you cum on my cock?" He retaliated, and you bit your tongue. "Make me cum, and I'll give you a passing grade."

At the proposition, a mix of excitement and hesitation washed over you. The power dynamic between you and your professor was intoxicating, but the thought of trading sexual favours for academic success was never something you thought you'd do. However, the allure of achieving a passing grade in his class was hard to resist, and the thought of making this man you despise come undone was too good to pass up.

You leaned in, nipped his ear, and, in your most sultry voice, said, "Anything you want, sir.”

As those words left your lips, a rush of adrenaline coursed through your veins. The line between right and wrong blurred in that moment, and when you lifted your hips, only to fall straight down on his aching cock, you felt nothing but pride.

The intensity of the moment consumed you as you revelled in the power you took back. As the pleasure intensified, a sense of satisfaction washed over you, fueling your desire to get what you want. You bounced on top of him, riding the wave of control and dominance. Every movement was deliberate, and every moan he uttered was a testament to your newfound liberation. With each thrust, you could feel the balance of power shifting in your favour, solidifying your position as the one in charge. The exhilaration of getting what you desired fueled your confidence, leaving you hungry for more.

When his grip on your sides tightened and his eyes screwed shut in pleasure, you revelled in the satisfaction of knowing that you had brought him to this point. As Geto reached the peak of ecstasy, a sense of fulfillment washed over you, knowing you had finally made this man crumble.

You jumped off his lap, making his cum squirt into the air, only to fall and soil his pants. The pathetic stature of the man in front of you, coming down from his high, made you grin, eyes flashing to his glaring ones.

Wordlessly, you grabbed your crumpled test and pushed it in front of him, smirking down at the soiled man.

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[planetsandstarsandstuff]

Synastry Notes - Part 2

Having Jupiter-Mercury aspects with someone can make for some really fun, lighthearted interactions and a lot of laughter when you're together. Conversations can also get pretty philosophical here, you might really enjoy sharing your beliefs and learning from each other. And with the planet Jupiter relating to expansion + excess, and Mercury relating to communication, aspects between these two planets in synastry can make for some lengthy conversations where both people can't get enough of talking to each other. You might leave interactions with this person feeling happier and more optimistic. The easier aspects can indicate that the Mercury person's opinions and way of thinking mesh well with the Jupiter person's moral beliefs and philosophies. The Mercury person can have a real appreciation for Jupiter's wisdom and teachings. The harsher aspects might indicate a slight difference in opinions/philosophies, where the Mercury person might reject or find faults in Jupiter's beliefs. And Jupiter might feel that Mercury gets too lost in the details, is too logical, and is unable to see the bigger picture. You can both work to expand each other's minds and worldviews. The harsh aspects can also sometimes indicate the Jupiter person being too overpowering in conversation, with them not letting Mercury get a word in and potentially being too pushy about their ideals.

Moon in the 7th house can leave the Moon person feeling very nostalgic about their relationship with the house person once it's over. Moon can become very emotionally attached to their connection with the house person and may reminisce about it if the house person is no longer in their life. This overlay can give two people quite a soft spot for each other and their relationship. And because the 7th house relates to commitment, this affinity they share can be very long lasting in some cases. This is the kind of overlay that can often allow for an easy rekindling of feelings and relationship. The Moon person's emotions might heavily depend on the state of their relationship with the house person in certain cases. Sometimes the Moon person takes on the role of nurturer in the relationship, really caring for, and maybe sometimes slightly babying the house person. But it can also be the other way around, with the Moon person seeking this care from the house person and embodying a slightly childish attitude, leading the house person to need to take on the more mature role in the relationship.

Mars in the 3rd house/Mars-Mercury aspects (especially the more challenging aspects) can indicate that the Mars person doesn't approach conversation with very much tact. They can be direct and blunt in their communication with the other person, often bringing an assertive, and sometimes even aggressive energy to conversations. The Mars person isn't likely to try and soften or polish their words before speaking, favouring a more candid and spontaneous style of communication. The house/Mercury person might not appreciate the forcefulness and lack of tact that Mars brings to their interactions, finding them too abrasive. On the other hand, they might actually appreciate that Mars isn't so rehearsed, finding their genuine, off-the-cuff communication style refreshing and even endearing. They can admire the way that Mars speaks when they're passionate about something, and the house/Mercury person's opinions and words can easily bring out this passionate side of Mars. There's a possibility of arguments between the two getting a little heated, with Mars being the fiery, unrestrained planet that it is, and the 3rd house/Mercury relating to communication. Mars might have a tendency to blurt out hurtful things during fights, which, of course, should work to be avoided.

Moon-Venus aspects in synastry are very cute, they can add a lot of sweetness to a relationship and make both people feel really warm and affectionate around each other. The harsher aspects can sometimes indicate a clash in love languages; the way the Venus person shows love may not resonate emotionally with the Moon person, and the way the Moon person cares for the Venus person may not align with the way they want to be loved. But regardless of what kind of aspect is being formed between these two planets, Moon-Venus aspects can create a lot of fondness and care between two people and can contribute to a very loving connection.

The house your Pluto is placed in another person's chart can show you where you have the ability to transform them the most. Having your Pluto in someone's 6th house can indicate that you have the ability to shift their priorities, maybe even becoming a priority yourself, you can change the way they approach their daily life, their responsibilities, you might be able to encourage them to weed out any "bad" habits they have, you can change the way they spend their time, the way they want to live their life, etc. With your Pluto in someone's 9th house, you can transform their philosophy, their morals, their broader understanding of the world, their religious or spiritual beliefs, etc.

2nd house synastry can indicate having a lot of admiration and respect for what the other person values in life, both people can feel like they care about and find comfort in similar things. And even if they don't value the exact same things, there can still be a sense of appreciation for each other's values. Because of this, I could definitely see 2nd house synastry being nice for living together in some cases. It can indicate caring about the other person's comfort and sense of safety and security.

Saturn in the 11th house synastry can indicate taking each other's friendship very seriously. It can also indicate long lasting friendship and an urge to build a connection and sense of belonging with each other, especially on the part of the Saturn person. The more negative expression of this overlay could be the house person feeling judged for their dreams and ideals, and feeling the need to defend them when around Saturn. They may also feel judged for their "weirdness" and might feel like they have to suppress it to some degree.

Neptune trine Mercury can be a wonderful aspect to have with someone, especially if you're someone who struggles with communication. The Neptune person has an almost telepathic understanding of Mercury's mind and what it is that they're trying to convey. Neptune can also denote compassion, and if you're the Mercury person you might feel very supported and cared for in conversations with Neptune. If you're the Neptune person you might feel like Mercury can understand you quite well, even when you're being vague or speaking in somewhat abstract terms. There tends to be an unspoken, intuitive understanding between these two.

Pluto-Mercury aspects can sometimes indicate that Mercury feels slightly intimidated by Pluto in conversation. This is more likely if the Mercury person doesn't have a lot of Pluto/Scorpio influence in their natal chart. Pluto's intensity, and sometimes scrutiny, might make Mercury feel a little antsy. They may find Pluto to be too overpowering and intense in their approach to communication.

Mars in the 4th house can sometimes indicate the Mars person wanting to rush into establishing a close, emotional bond with the house person. But the 4th house, like all water houses, is very private and doesn't necessarily do well with forceful, intrusive planets like Mars. When it comes to revealing our 4th house qualities to others - our most private self, our innermost emotions, our foundations, etc.- we typically need a bit of time before we feel fully comfortable opening up. And Mars isn't exactly known for it's patience. Or sensitivity. This, of course, doesn't mean that if you have your Mars in someone's 4th house you'll just completely disregard their privacy and boundaries, it just means that you likely feel so driven to form an emotional connection with them that you might forget to slow down and be tactful about it. Mars is also quite a protective planet, and the 4th house deals with emotional security, as well as a general sense of safety from the outside world, so this overlay can indicate that the Mars person feels extremely protective of the house person and is determined to keep them safe.

That's all for now, if you have any questions or requests for future posts feel free to comment!

#astrology #astro community #synastry #synastry overlays #astro notes #astro observations #astrology observations #synastry notes

[dabi-drift]

I started writing this and got obsessed with Twisted Wonderland. I may have lost the plot.

Mash Burnedead x Reader (Mashle: Magic and Muscles):

Love was a feature of life that Mash needed you to unlock. You introduced him to it, to a kind that's just for you. He couldn’t feel this way for anyone else. You must've tied the red string to his finger, to make him yours before fate intervened. 

Even if it's by spell or by potion, you're so unbelievably beautiful to him. If you reached for divinity, you'd find a place for yourself at once, but you're the only god in his pantheon.

Sometimes he thinks about this too much, but just know that you're always on his mind, even when he's not listening to you.

Meeting you was the only time he'd ever wished for magic. He saw your angelic camouflage, and then he saw behind it, and he still wanted you. But you're a double-liner, in a world where magic matters more than people. But you know that the status quo isn't always right, and you don't judge him for what he can't control. That feels different against the backdrop of love.

Pops has a suit ready for your wedding.

He doesn’t realise how much he talks about you, until his friends point it out. And he has to ask, what does it mean to like someone? He has no experience and no tact, so he asks Lemon for advice. But she's still upset that he asked her for another plush so he'd know what you looked like as a creampuff.

That made being her roommate very awkward.

A barrier isn't a barrier to Mash; he'll break them all to follow the whispers of his heart.

But romance is a language you'll have to teach him. He keeps his eyes open when he kisses you, and he hugs you like it's the last time you'll ever let him. He swears your hugs can heal him, but maybe he just likes how you feel when you laugh.

#mashle magic and muscles #mashle #mashle x reader #mash burnedead x reader

[romana-after-dark]

Dead Dove December 2023 Masterlist

Hello everyone!

So sorry it took forever to get this out, but it took me 5ever to read through these fics bc I was expresso depresso and working a lot LMFAOOOOOOO

Anyway, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR EVERYONE ENTRIES!!! I adore you so so so so much. I am SO HAPPY with how this worked out and the amount of response! I hope to hold another event this March with @for-a-longlongtime at @triplefrontier-anniversary for the TF anniversary over at my main account @romanarose, and an event in June for pride, so if those interest you, follow my main page or this one, or @romana-updates

NOTE: I was unorganized so if I forgot someone's fic, IT WAS NOT ON PURPOSE. I know right now there discourse right now the Pedro fandom specifically, about different people not liking others or small writers or big writers ETC, but I want you to know no one was left out on purpose!

Note 2: If I put your fic here but forgot to reblog LET ME KNOW! I want to make sure everyone gets a chance to shine.

Without further ado, the fics and art!

ALL OF THESE ARE DARK SO SOME DEGREE FROM CNC, DUB CON, TO VIOLENT NON CON! HEAD WARNINGS!

The Last of Us

The Burglary by @aurorawritestoescape and @milla-frenchy: Two men break into your house and take more than just your valuables.

Fight Club by @anama-cara : Post outbreak set in the Boston QZ. You decide to go against Joel in an underground QZ fight club for some extra coin. Joel doesn't take kindly to the competition and decides to punish you in his own special way.

Deja Vu by @milla-frenchy : After a bad experience with a former boyfriend, you meet Joel who makes you trust him fully in the bedroom

Silent Night by @kewwrites : Despite the way he always acted around you, you find it hard to say no to Sarah when she invites you home to her dad's house for the holidays. Surely nothing would happen while she's with you.

Training Day by @koshkamartell : Set in AU, no outbreak. You get more than you bargained for after trying to make Joel jealous.

Code Broken by @auteurdelabre : You only wanted to pull a silly prank on your neighbor, Joel. Who could have seen it ending up like this?

The Art of Breaking by @corazondebeskar-reads : Your meeting is happenstance, but everything that follows? Well, that’s all Joel. He just knows you’re going to be his perfect little toy. He just has to show you how.

Cry Harder by @romana-after-dark : While keeping you captive, Joel's sex drive is insatiable, and the sex seemed to be never ending. You tried to warm him you needed to use the bathroom... he didn't listen.

Nightmare Before Christmas by @katiexpunk : As an escort, you’ve found yourself in some pretty fucked up situations before. Years of experience have taught you to navigate such situations with a combination of tact and assertiveness. Most of the time the men who exude an air of sleaze shrivel back into the corner, embarrassed and limp dicked.  Most of the time.  Tonight is not one of those times.

Locket by @toxicanonymity : Dark!Reader dugs her friends hot dad Joel

Run, Rabbit by @justagalwhowrites : It was just over a year after the world ended that you were captured by Joel and Tommy Miller. They're harsh, they're cold and they're killers. But, as a nurse, you're a valuable person to have around and they're not the worst thing wandering the wasteland that was the United States. And there might be more to these men than meets the eye.

Godless by @javier-penas-wifexx420 : You work at a brothel that operates above a saloon in your town. Joel is the leader of a group of outlaws that come periodically to collect payment and wreak havoc. One visit, you catch Joel’s eye and he decides he has to have you.

Across the Spiderverse

After Dark by @runa-falls : He wants you. and he knows you need him.

Triple Frontier

Deep Seeded Issues by @djarinmuse: Summary: At an N.A (narcotics anonymous) meeting you recall a dark and embarrassing memory, not knowing the connection in the room.

My Blood Would Teach Me How to Love by @winniethewife : Santi finds you self harming, blood kink ensues.

Room's on Fire by @romana-after-dark : Cult AU, Pope, Frankie, Will and Ben are cult leaders and need a virgin to breed who will birth the savior: the Madonna. Initially honored to find redemption, the Madonna has to learn how to navigate all four men and a circle of other people at the house.

Goodnight, Princess by @melodygatesauthor : Your dad's best friend accidentally discovers that you're a sex worker. He tries to let it go, but it eats away at him until things go way too far.

The Card Counter

Bad Bet by @boredzillenial and art by @lunar-ghoulie4art : William beats you in a poker tournament, but you just can’t accept defeat, not yet…

Getting Whats Mine by @winniethewife

Lightening Face

Puppy by @darkuselesssomebody : In which the reader is a manipulative bitch - and basil snaps because of it

Mojave

Cruel Intentions by @hon3yboy : You're on a soul seeking journey, just another young, pretty, thing. All alone and stranded in the desert, ripe for the picking and ol' Jack has his eyes set on you.

Moon Kight

Death to Dignity by @juneknight : An intruder (Marc) breaks in to your apartment.

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I cannot thank you enough for your support and interaction for htis series!!!!! I had SUCH a good time reading all these, you are all so talented!!!

I hope to do more events soon as it's really helped me make some friends and get to know people here!!!!

Please remember to reblog these authors, and if you're tagged here, be sure to check out more! Lots of great content here!

#deaddovedecember2023 #dead dove do not eat #dddne #Joel Miller x reader #Tommy miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #Dark!Joel miller #dark!tommy miller #santiago garcia x reader #ben miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #Will miller x reader #jack jackson x reader #mojave movie #william tell x reader #triple frontier #marc spector x reader #moon knight #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #basil stitt x reader #lighteningface #the card counter #dark santiago garcia #dark!fic #dark joel miller #dark marc spector #dark francisco morales #francisco morales

[one-idea]

Spades in Thriller Bark part 2

The fight with Ora and the arrival of Kuma

Moria joins Ora

Moria tells them that if they win he will release all the shadows.

Zoro send Usopp to go get more salt and Moria tells Ora to destroy the door and Usopp. Chopper and Deuce take off after Usopp, he’s going to need a doctor after a hit like that

But the hit doesn’t land as Brook arrives just in time to save Usopp and bring them enough salt to win

The fight continues on but with Moria there they are struggling more than ever. He turned their attacks against them, being able to fire back anything they throw at him.

Franky

Usopp launches Franky at Ora only for Frabky to get knocked back down to earth. Nami shows up just in time to save him but when Ora attacks her it reveals that Ora can now stretch like Luffy.

Franky has been taken out of the fight.

Brook and Skull

Brook asks for them to launch him next. They do so firing him like and arrow. Nami using her clim-a-tact to give him an electric charge. The attack lands but puts Brook in an awful position.

Skull runs over to help the bone man only for both of them to be hit by Ora. They are down and out of the fight.

Robin and Mihar

Robin realizing that if she attacks Moria then Ora can’t stretch does so. Mihar realizing her plan lines a shot uo with Moria and takes it. The shot hits the warlord dead on.

For a second they believe that they have won.

But then Moria appears behind Robin and Mihar. He slaps Mihar away taking him out of the fight and steals robins Shadow, knocking her out.

Chopper, Sanji, Zoro, and Deuce

Chopper approaches Deuce while all of this was happening and the two doctors get to work on examining Ora’s body while Moria is distracted. They yell out their findings to the others. Realizing that the body, while expertly repaired, is still damaged and they might be able to permanently break it. If they can hit it in the right spots.

Ora moves to crush the two doctors. Chopper shapeshifts into a smaller size to escape. Deuce grabs a lock of the giants hair and uses it to swing to the other side.

Chopper then leads the charge and Sanji jumps up to help him. They hit Ora’s shoulder hard, but not hard enough. The giant jumps into the air and attacks the two of them, finishing them off.

Zoro tells Usopp to get ready. That he would make an opening. He attacks with all that he has and makes a pretty good dent. But it’s not enough Moria still lands a devastating blow to Zoro, taking him out of the fight.

At the same time the movement causes Deuce to lose his grip sending him flying. But he’s able to see Usopp shooting salt into Ora’s mouth. ‘At least it’s over.’ He thinks as he’s sent hurtling away from the castle and braces to hit the ground. This is going to kill him.

Except someone catches him.

With Ace and Luffy.

Both Ace and Luffy had chased after Moria. But the man is tricky and was able to split them up. Luffy chasing after Moria’s shadow while Ace tracked Moria.

Ace was about to catch up with the man. Moria had made his way back into the castle and Ace was right on his heals. Only to come face to face with Kuma.

Kuma had just finished his meeting with Moria, turned to see Ace. He told Moria he would take care of Whitebeard’s commander, Moria could focus on the straw hats.

Ace is furious. Why is there another warlord here and why is he helping Moria to destroy Luffy’s crew? It doesn’t matter, he’d fight anyone to keep his brother and their friends safe. He’s trusting Luffy and the crew to handle Moria. He’ll handle Kuma.

It’s a brutal fight. Kuma can’t touch Ace (he could with Haki but the man’s not trying to hard) but he’s also too fast for Ace to burn. It’s a stalemate.

Well not totally as Kuma is pushing Ace further from the castle.

While they are fighting he tells Ace something that will haunt him. “Blackbeard said he used to be under your command.”

“How do you know Teach?” Ace asked enraged. But he was trying to cover his fear. If Teach showed up now he has no idea what they would do. They were already spread so thin between two warlords.

“He was just inducted as a warlord.” Kuma reveals making Ace’s world halts. No. This can’t be. Ace knew Teach was trying to impress the government by killing Luffy, but he hadn’t thought that this would be his goal. And if this was his end goal, who did he get instead of Luffy? What did he do to get that title?

He’s about to ask when he hears screaming coming from above. He looks up just in time to see Deuce hurtling through the air. He doesn’t think before he flys up to catch his best friend.

Deuce opens his eyes to find that he didn’t hit the ground. No he’s very much still in the air. But this time he’s up in the air because Ace is holding him tightly in his arms.

Deuce looks up to see his captain (because Ace will always be his captain) haloed by his own flames. His freckled face close to Deuce’s own, asking if Deuce is okay, while holding him in a bridal carry.

Deuce, who prides himself on his words, for he is a writer after all, has no words to speak.

He is saved from having to respond by Kuma jumping up to hit them. Ace cuts off his own flame causing them to fall and avoid Kuma’s attack. Once they land they hear a loud boom coming from the castle.

Nightmare Luffy has arrived. Kuma turns his attention towards that fight and almost hums. “It seems Moria and Strawhat have finally clashed.” He then turns to Ace and Deuce. “Another time.” He says before disappearing.

Ace tenses until he realizes that Kuma is gone. Then he realizes the only place Kuma would go was towards Luffy. He picks Deuce back up and the two shoot off towards the fight. Deuce quickly trying to catch Ace up with what has been happening.

They get there just as all the shadows leave Nightmare Luffy. It’s a disturbing image to walk in on but at least Luffy is okay. And they are together to face one of the two warlords currently on the island.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #portagas d. ace #straw hat pirates #fire fist ace #one piece ace #roronoa zoro #ace x deuce #acedeuce #zolu #mihar #one piece skull #masked deuce #nami #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #usopp #nico robin #one piece franky #one piece brook #thriller bark #spade pirates #the spades save ace

[mega-punani]

I love ur pirate AU and I’m not sure if this was asked before but..

how would the skellies react to y/n being a surprisingly good fighter?

for example they are in trouble against some big bad guys and y/n comes and fights them easily

I’m new to ur blog so apologies if there was a misunderstanding in my ask😅

HELL YEAH, OP Y/N TO THE RESCUE!!!

MC CAN KICK ASS:

Sans: Gawdayum, he didn't think anyone could move like you did. Sure, Papyrus is nimble, and Blue is strong. But you were so different? He's mesmerized by the way you sent those Marines flying and even more so with your ability to dodge from every angle. Someone who can fight and heal? Now you definitely need to be on his crew.

Papyrus: WOWEE! Papyrus had never seen a full-grown monster get taken down that quickly! And with such tact, such grace! He'll follow you around to ask you to train together or at least spar. He really wants to learn your fighting style, and he thinks this is a great start to an amazing friendship.

Blue: Hell. Yes. You are definitely sparring him. YOU ARE SO COOL- Where'd you learn to do all that? Can he learn too? Can you teach him? Please do! He's a great student and a super good listener! He's sure he can pick it up in no time. Besides, if he doesn't, you'll be there to help him out!

Stretch: Wow, that's hot. Like, that's REALLY HOT. Stretch is stuttering and tripping over himself like never before. He never knew he had a thing for fighters, but here we are? Do you wanna use that move on him? He's never going to ask you that, though. It's just a passing thought...

Red: Red has never been more DOWN BAD. WHAT A BABE- Red would pay his weight in gold for you to pin him down like that... Mans is practically slobbering and will poke at your nerves to get you to throw hands. What? He just likes the kinda sweetheart that can kick his ass.

Edge: No comment... FINE. HE THINKS YOU'RE COOL. But not like that's important to him. He prides himself in his intellectual and calculated combat rather than the uncouth way that you approach things... okay. That move was brilliant. He's definitely not going to adopt that move. Not at all.

Razz: oh. wow. Razz is unusually quiet. (Cash knows why and will tease him after.) It's not that he's impressed it's just... oddly mesmerizing. He's seen strong fighters, but hell... not as skilled at you. Maybe he can finally make maps while a battle is going on... Now he can avoid wasting valuable map time and have you defend him! Oh (Y/N)~

Cash: He's not a fan. Sure, it's cool. Sure it's pretty hot. But that also means you can kick the crew's ass. He is not on board w/ having someone as powerful and skilled as you on the ship... No, he's not just saying that cause you totally caught him stealing and beat his hiney...

Bear: Small human strong? Bear's size and strength has made him an almost unbeatable opponent. But you were one tough cookie. It felt relieving to know that you wouldn't break under his touch, and he didn't have to be super careful about patting you too hard. Also, if you carry him, it'll open a whole new gate he never knew was closed...

Cinnamon: Cinnamon had seen strong auras, but yours was STRONG-STRONG. He's just a little intimidated, but seeing as you are super nice to him, he doesn't have too many worries. Maybe the two of you can train together sometimes? Whenever you aren't busy, of course... he'd love for you to give him some pointers. And maybe pick him up.

#pirate au #self insert #sans au #sans x y/n #undertale au #papyrus au #papyrus x y/n

[oracleofapollon]

guitar lessons

eddie munson x gn!reader

summary: eddie wants to teach you how to play guitar. you know some basics, but you’re willing to pretend you don’t if he keeps touching you like that

warnings: shy reader, friends to lovers, sexual tension, cursing, reader has basic knowledge about playing guitar, reader has one dirty thought about eddie’s fingers ;), me writing eddie for the first time

wc: 2.2k

a/n: eddie fandom please go easy on me

You are a bit too early for your rendezvous with Eddie.

Okay, way too early. Like, an hour early. But are you to blame? You’ve never been in this part of town before, you were scared you’d get lost and be late, so you left your place earlier than you normally would.

Turns out it took you only fifteen minutes to get here.

You didn’t want Eddie to know you’re around — he didn’t have to be ready yet, he had a whole hour left. Maybe he wasn’t even home. So you decided to take a walk around the trailers. Still, you were noticed.

So now you’re standing awkwardly in the middle of Eddie’s room as he’s running around like a lost puppy, offering you every food or drink he can think of. You just smile shyly and keep apologizing for your lack of tact. He, on the other hand, reassures you everything is fine and practically begs you to take a seat as he gets ready.

You look around to find a chair or just anything that isn’t his bed. 

“Shit, sorry for the mess,” he tells you, voice filled with embarrassment. You try to interrupt him, ease the uncomfortable atmosphere, say it’s your fault for even being here, but he doesn’t let you. “Here, you can sit on my bed,” he says as he pushes a pile of clothes and music sheet from the duvet and onto the floor.

“Oh, thank you,” you move the duvet away before sitting just on the edge. You nod at him with a polite smile and he smiles back. 

He looks so pretty, you think. Big, brown, doe-like eyes giving you the gentlest gazes, pink lips curved up coyly, messy curls falling onto his lovely face. You get lost in thought as you dream of gathering his fringe out of his forehead and giving him a small kiss, just above his right eyebrow. That would surely make him blush and tempt you to also peck the apples of his cheeks, reveling in the warm skin under your smooth lips. That alone makes you grin.

To hide your expression from him you look around his room.

It’s messy. Papers scattered all over a dusty rug, empty glasses on the desk. But there are also some cool posters; you recognize Black Sabbath on your left and you make a mental note to ask Eddie about his favorite song of theirs later. Metal handcuffs hanging from the wall look almost dangerous, intimidating, and you find it funny how different Eddie’s sense of aesthetic is in contrast to his kind persona.

Then you notice the most valuable thing in the whole room — an electric guitar hanging on the wall next to you. Dark red with black elements, sharp, absolutely badass looking. Eddie often jokes, calling it his Sweetheart and Love of his life. In your mind you already agreed to share this title with her, although you wouldn’t admit it out loud.

You’ve had a crush on Eddie for months now. You feel bad about it — you two are friends and you promised yourself you won’t jeopardize that. He’s dear to your heart and you can’t lose him.

You try to convince yourself that your feelings towards him are just silly intrusive thoughts. The kind of little ideas your brain creates to help you get through sadness, loneliness, bad times. A light fog clouding any rationality. Maybe it’s because of everything that happened, all the supernatural trauma living in your heart, something you can’t share with anyone who hasn’t experienced it first-hand. Something you’re left alone with, something you can only shush with loud music, sleeping pills, good company. Maybe you just feel the need to be close to someone who knows what you’ve been through, someone who understands, someone who gets you with just one look. That someone is Eddie.

Still, you drown your feelings. You refuse to call this a date. It’s a meeting. Hanging out. And it should stay that way.

You smile at the guitar and extend a hand to touch it gently.

“She’s pretty, huh?” he says, crossing his arms. When you look at him you notice him gazing at you with a lopsided smile. “You don’t play, right?”

Now, the thing is — you don’t. On the other hand, it’s not like you’ve never held a guitar in your hands ever before. You know a few chords. It’s been some time, but you’re pretty sure you could play something basic. Could be a bit hard if you had to play something fingerstyle, but chords would work.

“I don’t,” you admit. It’s not a lie, you think to yourself. You don’t actively play.

“Want me to teach you?”

Well, shit.

What are you gonna say? No? You surely can’t play as well as he can.

You blink at his excited face and nod once. His eyes roll up a bit, his head falls back, exposing his Adam's apple and a milky neck. He chuckles and hops on the bed next to you, mattress quaking and making you jump up a bit.

“Fuck, hoped you’d say that,” he sends you the cheekiest smirk and you almost swoon. Then he’s looking at you expectantly. “C’mon. Grab Sweetheart.”

You stand up slightly to pick the instrument up and then sit back down. Eddie gets closer, his knee bumping into yours, his hip meeting yours. He’s warm against you, hair tickling your ear as he leans in.

He maneuvers Sweetheart onto your lap, his knuckles grazing your leg in the process. Then a warm hand creeps up on your right forearm, showing you how to hold the guitar. He makes sure to put your arm in the right position so Sweetheart wouldn't slip from your grasp. Goosebumps arise on your skin as he slides his hand up your arm, telling you to put more pressure between your arm and your chest. All you can think about, though, are his warm palms and metal rings, calm voice, and disheveled hair teasing your soft skin.

“And your left hand– shit. Wait,” you snap out of some weird trance you were caught in and turn to him. He moves from next to you to behind you. You feel his presence on your back, pressing softly against you, hair now tickling the left side of your face. “Okay, now I can reach.”

You almost jump when his fingers cover your left hand. He manipulates your fingers with gentle pressure, making sure you’re holding the neck steadily.

“Okay, now look.” It takes you every ounce of self control not to shiver when his warm breath meets your clampy neck. He smells of cigarettes and some cheap cologne, and that is enough to make your senses go into a frenzy. Suddenly it’s hot, stuffy, suddenly you want to lay back to feel his chest on your back. You’re sure he would huff a laugh with a little Oh? in a quiet, teasing voice, he would get closer, his lips would send shivers down your spine as he–

“This,” he says embracing you, left hand tugging on your index, middle, and ring finger, his right hand around your right shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. “Is C. C’mon, play it.”

After a second you realize he was showing you a chord and you blink a few times as you press your fingers firmer. When you tug the strings a familiar sound echoes in the room. You have played some basic chords before. Never while being distracted by a cute guy, though. So it’s not your fault the sound comes out a bit pinched, unpleasant buzzing making you wince.

“Hey, not bad for the first time!” his hands rub your shoulders and you feel his doe eyes on your face. Ducking your head you try to hide your flustered state.

“Yeah. Thanks,” you mutter and look down on the bridge of the guitar to try and calm your sped up breathing.

“You’re doin’ great, Sweetheart,” he extends his hand to jokingly pet the instrument in your lap, causing his embrace to deepen. Now you’re literally being hugged from behind. Caged between his arms, his nose almost pressed to your pulse point on your neck — is he doing this on purpose? “And so are you, babe,” he murmurs into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, and you’re sure you’ve gone weak. 

You’re pretty sure that’s what fainting feels like; your muscles relaxed, brain wonderfully empty, head uncontrollably falling on the boy’s shoulder. You hear his chuckle.

“Focus,” he chides playfully and the pleasurable warmth on your shoulder disappears. 

You almost sigh in protest, but manage to collect yourself. There goes your convincing yourself you don’t have a crush on him. Your silly intrusive thoughts are making you sweat now.

You feel his nimble fingers on yours. This time he takes your index and middle finger and puts them on the strings. You stopped thinking rationally a long time ago, so you don’t even control it when you add your ring finger to the mix.

“No, no,” Eddie interrupts you. You turn to look at him as his hand leaves yours and appears between your face. He shows you his index and middle fingers pressed together, pointing upwards, the rest of the fingers bent. 

The sight is somehow bringing such erotic visions to your mind you feel weak again. Against your will you feel heat creeping on your face as your mind starts rushing, trying to find some sort of excuse so you won’t get caught with your bashful thoughts.

Eddie just smirks and you know he knows. “What?” he asks amused, eyebrows raising.

“Nothing,” you reply quickly, turning back to the guitar, pressing the right fingers to the right fret this time. “Like that?”

Thankfully, seeing your embarrassed state, he doesn’t question further.

“Yeah.” You can still hear amusement in his quiet voice, which causes you to pray the earth swallows you whole. How are you going to be able to look him in the eye ever again? “That’s E.”

You nod, strumming the guitar once. 

He comes up close again, his hands on your arms, his chest pressed into your back. The sudden proximity makes your heart beat like crazy. His chin rests on top of your head and the slight pressure is weirdly comforting.

“Up for a real challenge?” he says excitedly and your lips tug in a smile. You nod, still not trusting your voice, and he starts rubbing your arms up and down, fast, warming them even more. “Knew you would.”

He gently takes your fingers one more time and at this point his touch brings not only a rush of blood, but also a similar comfort and safety which makes you melt into him. He pecks the crown of your head in response and you feel a bunch of butterflies in your tummy.

Your index finger is now holding the whole first fret, while your middle, ring, and pinky ones are pressing strings on the second and third frets.

“This one is F. Try.”

You strum. The sound is a little strained — you didn’t put enough pressure with your pinky — but you do realize it’s not buzzing. Which means…

“What?!” Eddie shouts a bit, breaking the quiet and intimate atmosphere. You know you messed up. “No way. No way! That’s like, one of the hardest chords for beginners,” he says in a very accusatory tone and you know you have to admit the truth now.

“Eds…”

“Someone’s not telling me something,” he gets closer, looking at the left side of your face expectantly. You feel his breath on your cheek. You know if you turn you’re going to be almost touching your noses. “Knew you were doing too well!”

“I know, I’m so, so sorry. I don’t play — really! I just, I have played a few times, you know, a long time ago, but I do know some basics, so when you offered to teach me of course I agreed– What, like I would’ve said no? You’re so good at playing and you’re so nice and then you got so close and I was about to swoon and then your fucking fingers when you–”

“Hey,” he interrupts your pointless rambling. “Look at me?”

His voice is gentle. Not mad. Maybe he doesn’t want to cancel your night out because of your stupid little game.

You slowly turn to him. You were right — you’re very close. So close you can see the black of his pupils, the different shades of brown in his doe eyes. Little beauty marks and freckles across his nose and cheeks. The pink of his lips when he wets them quickly.

“You’re cute. Even when you lie just to get in my arms.”

You know his accusation is just a joke by the way he says it; light, playful, voice filled with wonder.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, his breath mingling with yours, his eyes gazing at you with such gentleness you can only nod.

Then his gentleness spreads on your lips, then your cheeks as he grabs them tenderly, then your waist as he grazes it teasingly. Then your hands as he takes Sweetheart from you and puts her on the bed behind him. He’ll take care of her later.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson ff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #eddie stranger things #stranger things eddie #x reader

[cosmicjoke]

Hey cosmic! I saw your answer to another anon and was wondering if you could elaborate on this part “Now, he might not be dead, if all the clues dropped in chapter 236 actually pan out to be clues”

What clues? I’d love to hear from you specifically your thoughts!! Maybe it’s the delusional part of me but I am hoping it was a fake out death or something. 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Well, okay. Now, I might be deluding myself too, lol, but I really, genuinely feel there's a LOT pointing to Gojo not actually being dead. Mainly, his conversation with Nanamin, and what Nanamin says to him about curses being able to "bring someone back", as well as the stuff about going North if you want to change, and going South if you want to stay the same, with the heavy implication at the end that Gojo is going North, while his friends go South. Why would Gojo separate from them if he was really, truly dead? There wouldn't be any way to change, at that point. If you're dead, you're dead, and there's nothing you can do to change who you are in that moment, or your circumstances. But if Gojo is still alive, then there's a chance for him to "change who he is". Nanamin also talking with Gojo about him fighting because he enjoyed it, and how if he wants to change, he should go North, and Gojo saying "I see.", before calling out to Principle Yaga and saying "I thought you said all jujutsu sorcerers die without regret", implying that Gojo HAS regrets, and that he doesn't feel good about how he left things. Implying he wants and even needs to go back. Maybe he needs to go back so he can face Sukana with more focus and seriousness, instead of treating it like a game.

The statement about curses also being able to bring someone back strikes me as an allusion to Gojo's statement about love being the greatest curse of all, and maybe having something to do with Gojo's love for his students, and their love for him. Sukana was told that he doesn't know about love, and we see a panel during Gojo's scene in the airport with the words "The one who will teach you about love is..." next to a picture of Sukana. I know it's a totally corny and cliche idea, but I get the sense that that sentence is supposed to be "The one who will teach you about love is Gojo Satoru.". Because Gojo, despite being the strongest, and always having a sense of separation from other people, was still loved, and still loved others, and that's something that Sukana, for all his great strength, never had. Gojo might have felt alone at times, but he was never, truly alone, while Sukana has always, truly been. Shoko even said early on, before Gojo's fight with Sukana, that he was never alone. So that just gives me the feeling that Gojo is going to come back, because he has unfinished business, basically. He's still beholden to his students, because of that love he has for them. The whole conversation he's supposed to have with Megumi about Toji, for example. And if love is a curse, if it's a curse that binds us to this world, then it might be enough to revive Gojo, and possibly give him the strength he needs to defeat Sukana.

I could just be talking out of my ass here too, lol, but that's how I currently feel, after reading the chapter.

We also see Gojo smile, back in the real, physical world. He's lying there with his body cut in half, so he should be DEAD, but of course, we know it's not that easy to kill Gojo, and he's obviously still alive if he's smiling, when before he wasn't. So, he might make it back.

Others have also pointed out that Gojo's head is still in tact, and he famously told Toji that the reason he wasn't able to kill him was because he didn't cut his head off. So it stands to reason that the only way to actually kill Gojo is to cut his head off of his body, and that hasn't happened here. Gojo's head is still attached. He also had renewed CE at the end of chapter 235, which tells me he SHOULD have enough CE left to perform Reverse Cursed Technique and heal himself.

Again, I could just be totally seeing things because I really don't want Gojo to be dead. But then, I don't think so. If all of these clues don't turn out to actually be clues, then I'm going to question what the point was at all of including them.

We'll see. The waiting is hard, and I hope this isn't some situation where we don't find out next week, or we have to wait a long time to know what's actually going on. That would be too cruel, lol.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #Gojo Satoru #jjk 236

[samanthaandlife]

Life with Aiden: As I have mentioned below, I was in bliss and I think he was too! Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t see the brainwashing, gaslighting, manipulation taking place. Yes, we had a beautiful time the Christmas we spent in Paris and yes, he took me to London for an early birthday present. And I surly was a willing participant I just wished I had known he didn’t want my heart he demanded obedience. For all of my more recent criticisms towards submission of women to men, I had never felt more feminine than I had being a kept woman. I didn’t once mind doing things that made him happy, no matter how degrading some of the acts were. I kinda liked it, submitting to him and letting him make the decisions for the two of us. I trusted him so much, I give him ownership over myself and almost legally, but I didn’t fully trust him by that point. It was Sally that finally pointed out how isolated he was keeping me. We weren’t welcome as a couple to the group but Aiden was always welcome without me! That second year, while I was doing my student teaching and all of my focus and energy was devoted to that, he returned to the group as a regular! He never allowed me to out with my colleagues for drinks after work, even when we finished, but he was out all night, sometimes, fucking other women!!! I wanted to believe his lies but Sally got my head back on and we formed a plan, like she had!

Graduation was near and all the talk was what’s next? Aiden had been given a position within his father’s business. All he had had to do was graduate and he was destined to become very wealthy! All I had to do was to marry him, sign a prenup and sign a document of submission and I too would be wealthy by proxy. The position was in Cairo Egypt so naturally I was also going to have to wear a Hijab publicly. If this had happened a year earlier, this girl would be journaling from under the pyramids! I feel so lucky to have escaped, and reasonably in tact! I decided the easiest thing to do was to follow Sally’s advice and get caught sleeping with Darnell, or someone else of my choosing. Darnell was a good choice because I really didn’t like him, he was attractive but we just never got along. He was respectful but rarely spoke to me. I would catch him looking at me was want in his eyes, I knew all I had to do was spread my legs and he would forget all about his friendship. Darnell is a pig, he is a player, so convincing him to sleep with me was easy.

Once student teaching was over, I not only had I got my time back but I could also be in the apartment in the middle of the morning. Aiden comes home at 10, following his workout and goes immediately into the bathroom. Once he’s finished with his shower he goes downstairs for something to eat. Darnell typically leaves his door partially open, if not open, most of the time. He likes being caught in the act, far too many times to remember seeing him fucking someone on his bed. Entering or leaving Aiden’s bedroom you have to walk past Darnell’s room so all I had to do was wait. I was in the kitchen when Aiden came home, I waited until I heard the water before going upstairs. I had on nothing but a sheer robe when I entered his bedroom, he was playing a video game with his headphones on, so he never heard or saw me. Leaving the door fully open, I crawled along the floor until I got next to him. He was wearing nothing but shorts so when I reached for him the shock and surprise was fun to watch but when I grabbed his cock and started to play with it his face filled with a new expression of lust and desire. He sat up and helped me pull down his shorts before sitting back down and allowing me to take him in my mouth. I have tried to put the rest of what happened out of my mind, so I don’t need to relive it now, but my plan worked! Aiden caught him deep into me when the yelling and fighting started. I hadn’t anticipated that an actual fight would happen but it did! I was so scared, tying to get out of the room without getting hit myself. I remember screaming and crying while sitting naked on the floor out in the hallway begging them to stop. Darnell’s room was trashed when Aiden came out of the room, bloody nose and his eyes both looked swollen, he spit blood out at me and called me a whore and he never wanted to see me again! When I heard the front door close and his car start, I check on Darnell. He had a big puffy lower lip, some bruising on his chest but otherwise not bleeding.

I apologized to Darnell for involving him in my plan and not asking or telling him first. Such a guy, he found it to be a great story and he got to have sex, so he was all good! Men!! Pigs!!

Okay, I got through it!! Now, let the healing begin!

[vennussy]

sapphic senate teaching robin how to drive 🙏

Driving and Hot Wiring in One day - Short Fic

There is a TL;DR at the end if yall dont wanna read all of this :)

Robin decided she wanted to learn how to drive during Nancy's exam week, so Robin had to practically beg Nancy to let Chrissy and Vickie teach her alone instead—not that it took much, Nancy was very weak towards the taller girl, so she let them teach her not without the hours of lecture from Nancy of course.

When Nancy's exam was finally over, she was dreading to find Robin or Chrissy at the hospital. Colour her surprised to see both of them perfectly in tact. What's more surprising, when Nancy decided to finally teach the girl for herself, she finds that Robin is doing really well!

"Well, would you look at that, Buckley, I'm honestly surprised you managed to even learn how to go forward." Nancy grinned at the other girl when they parked in some parking lot to eat their drive thru food.

Robin laughed, "You wound me, Nance! You need to learn to trust me more."

"Oh, I trust you alright, it's those two I don't trust. Honestly, I'm surprised that you managed to not get arrested with Chrissy teaching you," she replied back witha smirk.

At the sight of Robin's face paling, she didn't even try to hide her curiousity and annoyance because she knew it was bound to happen. Sooner or later. Vickie she can trust. Vickie with Robin? Not so much. For Chrissy, she just fears the safety of others and herself. That girl is a menace inside a cute body.

"Alright, what happened," she deadpanned, more of an order than a question.

She sees Robin gulp for a second, already sensing the ramble that's about to come out.

"Okay. So. I'm not supposed to say what happened because I promised the two of them I wouldn't say, but they know and I know that they know that I can't keep secrets from you and that should be their fault trusting me in the first place!" She inhales, "In any case, long story short- don't be mad!- but, uh, let's just say that Vickie has a restraining order and we may had to bail out Chrissy out of jail-" Robin finishes, biting her lip in anticipation.

"Okay. What. I leave you three for one week. One week! And you did what exactly?" Nancy felt all kinds of emotion but curiosity beats all of them right now.

"Well, funny story, I promise you'll laugh when you hear this. Well, actually, it wasn't funny for the other guy... But it was funny! So pretty much, Vickie was teaching me how to drive and Chrissy tagged along. It was going well when some guy accumulated hit me, and it was just a scratch after all so I didn't mind! Especially since my car is already pretty scruffed up. Speaking of, I'm still surprised that this old thing works so well, no major problems for the past week or anything-"

"Robin, love, focus."

"Right, right! So right this guy hit me and Chrissy wasn't having any of it and went out to confront him. It became a whole scene and since you weren't there, Vickie was the brain in the group and tried to calm the situation down. Apparently, this dude was a major homophobic dick and saw the way Chrissy and Vickie were talkinng and called them nasty stuff. And then uh, let's just say it did not end well."

When Robin finishes, Nancy was just shocked. She understood Vickie's anger and I guess she can let them off with that, I mean, they were just protecting Robin. That's something she would do too. She smiled softly at the thought, her friends might be a bunch of mess, but they were a mess together. Wait.

"Wait, so how did Chrissy get in jail?"

"Oh, yeah after Vickie beat up the dude, apparently it wasn't enough so that same night Chrissy took me out and taught me how to break in a car, hotwire it and to drift. She also taught me some weird ritual stuff to curse someone but other than that we also used the car to drive around a field. That wasn't ours of course. We got caught, but ut was no big deal. The Vickie situation was scarier." Then Robin shrugs, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Nancy gapes at her, "NO BIG DEAL?!"

Later that day, the three of them, especially Chrissy had to listen to Nancy's four hour lecture of driving safety and safety in general. She also forbade Chrissy to ever break in a car and trespass which Nancy knows she would do no matter what anyways.

At least in the end, Robin learned how to drive.

TL;DR:

Robin decided to learn how to drive during Nancy's exam week, leaving Chrissy and Vickie to teach her instead. She did learn how to drive but she also learned how to break into a homophobic man's car, hot wire said car and use said car to trespass the man'a field and wreck it the field and car. Also Vickie beat up said homophobic person. Nancy was not pleased.

#I DONT KNOW WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS #IDK IF IM PROUD OF IT OR NOT #venny asks #the sapphic senate #sapphic senate #short fic #my fic #prompt #ronance #chrickie #stranger things #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #chrissy x vickie #vickie x chrissy #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #vickie stranger things #wlw #fanfic

[hassedah]

Ivan coming out as trans MtF

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here's a headcanon I was asked for by message. I hope you enjoy this headcanon! ^^

Have a nice day and take care of yourself! ^^

Vladimir :

She hesitated for a long time before telling Vladimir. She was particularly worried about being rejected by the aristocrat, who had been looking out for her ever since she arrived in the manor. After all, it was he and Aaron who had been the most vocal in defending her right to stay safely with them, and the other members tended to give in to Vladimir and Aaron's views. What's more, Irina really doesn't see how she can survive out there on her own when she's still struggling to control her bloodlust.

When she first told him about it, after several months in the manor, Vladimir immediately blamed himself. Vladimir immediately blamed himself; he had not thought that the young woman might be suspicious of his reaction because of his attachment to old customs. Of course, Vladimir loves the century in which he was born, but above all he wants people to feel good about him, even if it's not always obvious how unpleasant he can be at times. He's spent a lot of time reassuring Irina that, as long as he's alive, no-one will be able to force her to leave the manor, and he's also asked her a lot of questions to try and understand her better. He's not sure he's understood everything, but he knows he'll do everything he can to make her feel at ease with them.

He's very careful not misgender Irina down when they're alone, it's something he feels very strongly about, and as long as Irina hasn't told anyone, he's careful not to let her outing.

He argued with Ethan when Irina came out to him, to make sure the doctor didn't bother his protégée, and since he had Aaron's support, it worked out pretty well. Even if he has to call him to order regularly at first.

Vladimir's leaving Irina a lot of money so that she can redo her wardrobe to her liking, and although he's not sure that Beliath is the best dress advisor (have you seen those clothes?) nothing could be worse than Aaron's taste in clothes.

If Irina wants to make a medical transition, he is ready to support her. He'll give the money so she can get hormones or have an operation. The only thing he wants is for Irina to be happy.

Beliath :

Irina didn't say anything immediately. When she arrived at the manor, she introduced herself as Ivan and under male pronouns. After all, vampires are old, Raphael and Vladimir talk like grandfathers, Ethan is aggressive and Aaron is fundamentally lacking in tact. It clearly didn't seem like a favourable context for a coming-out, even less so when you're a young vampire who's likely to attack any humans she comes across.

She dared to talk to Beliath about it first. It has to be said that when she arrived, she shared the same room as the incubus. And despite a slightly complicated first few days, Beliath is very talkative and relatively curious, they got on quite well. Beliath didn't seem to be as strict about gender as humans and when he saw that she was interested in his wardrobe he started lending her his most feminine clothes, make-up, and its body and face creams. He was even rather pleased to see that someone was finally taking a little more interest in modern clothing in this manor house. Seriously, Vladimir and Raphaël love fashion, but only the fashions of their time. It's no fun talking to them!

So Irina wasn't too afraid to tell him and Beliath took it very well. He reassured her about the others' reactions and began to use her pronouns and first name when it was just the two of them. He is careful not to get her first name and pronouns wrong until she has coming-out to the other members of the manor.

Béliath also offered to accompany her to the beautician. He goes there often, so he knows the salons that are safe and where no one is likely to make unpleasant comments.

If ever Irina needs help, Béliath can teach her how to apply make-up. He wears make-up quite regularly and is perfectly capable of helping Irina learn how to apply it or giving her tips. After all, he sometimes does Raphaël's make-up.

Despite Vladimir's criticisms, he has good taste in clothes, it's just that he prefers to choose other people's clothes rather than his own. So he'll be very happy to accompany Irina shopping.

He doesn't really know how to help Irina if she's experiencing dysphoria, as it's not something he's ever had to deal with. However, if she is, he asks around to help Irina find solutions, so he ends up finding or buying external breast prostheses.

Beliath gave her a lot of encouragement to dress as she liked at the first party she attended at the manor house. He makes sure that everything goes smoothly for her with the guests and he's quite happy to see that Irina seems to be really enjoying herself.

Aaron :

She was also very reluctant to tell Aaron, but did so soon after talking to Vladimir. She had been feeling very anxious before the discussion, imagining disaster scenarios despite the reassuring words of Vladimir and Beliath. It was Aaron who turned her into a vampire after all, Aaron who accompanies her hunting, Aaron who reassures her about her vampire abilities and who, along with Vladimir, insisted that she stay at the manor with them. He's a pillar of her life at the manor and she doesn't really know how she could survive without his support.

Aaron quickly understood the young vampire's fears and reassured her. For a start, no one was going to ask her to leave, it was out of the question, the only person who could make the decision to leave the manor was herself. And secondly, he hadn't turned her into a vampire just to abandon her in the wild, especially when she still needed the help of other vampires to adapt to her new lifestyle and master her vampire abilities.

He often gets pronouns and first names wrong at first, out of habit, but he apologises and makes up for it immediately. After a while, he doesn't make the mistake at all. He's also offered to stay with her when she coming out to Ethan if she's worried about the older boy's reaction. Aaron doesn't think Ethan will be a problem, but he knows that the doctor's bad temper can be quite intimidating for those who aren't used to it.

He continues to behave in the same way as before with her. So he continues to train him in combat, Irina must be able to defend herself if she is attacked by another vampire or at least know how to fight back well enough to get to the safety of the manor house after. He also continues to accompany her hunting.

If Irina wants to begin a medical transition, Aaron is the safest person to accompany her. Firstly, because he's the safest person to help her deal with her human thirst for blood, but also because he impresses everyone with his stature. Nobody wants to hurt or be unkind to someone whose protector is a man who looks as strong as a bear.

Raphael :

Irina told Raphaël before telling Vladimir and Aaron.  It has to be said that her kindness and calm are quite reassuring and it seemed like good practice before she coming-out to the other two, who are a little more intimidating. Raphaël was pleased that Irina had trusted him enough to talk to him about something so important to her. He's always thought that being calm and gentle with people could only make social relationships easier.

He listened to Irina without interrupting her before asking her questions to try and understand her better. He also reassured her about the others' reactions, especially Ethan's. Even though he doesn't look it with his bad temper, Ethan is actually very nice, when he's willing to show it.

Raphaël sometimes gets his first name and pronoun wrong at first, but he soon makes up for it and after a while he doesn't get it wrong at all. He's also very careful not to outing Irina unintentionally when Ethan's in the room with them. He concentrates on this a lot because he knows he's a bit of a absent-minded and he doesn't want to put Irina in a difficult position until she's told Ethan herself.

He was one of the first to suggest that Irina should use the bathroom in the pink room for herself rather than the one upstairs with them. After all, he finds it normal that Irina doesn't particularly want to share her bathroom with men, even more so when one of the three bathrooms isn't being used at all and she can take it to herself.

He is one of the most reassuring about her looks. Raphaël often assures her that he's sure she's a very beautiful woman and that he won't let anyone say otherwise. Along with Beliath, he is also the one who is most attentive to Irina's problems, whether it's simply listening to her talk about them or trying to find solutions to the problems she encounters with her.

Ethan :

It took Irina a long time to decide to tell Ethan. What pushed her to do so was the fact that everyone apart from the doctor knew about it, and the young woman was beginning to fear that one of her housemates was going to outing her to the doctor without meaning to, after all Aaron talks before he thinks and Raphaël is very absent-minded.

The discussion wasn't as complicated as Irina had feared; on the contrary, it went rather well. Ethan was as unpleasant and bad-tempered as ever, but he wasn't insulting or aggressive. Which, considering Ethan's character, can be seen as a victory, and Irina decided to consider it as such, especially as from that moment on, with his transidentity no longer a secret, everyone could stop using her deadname.

He's very quick to nickname Irina, Nana. He tries to make the others think it's just because it's shorter to pronounce, but it's only because he really likes giving nicknames to people he likes.

Ethan tries to pretend he doesn't care about Irina, but he's actually quite knowledgeable about the problems she might face. He quickly learned what dysphoria was, even more so if Irina suffers from dysphoria, and he tried to find solutions with her to help.

If Irina wants to start a medical transition, he's also finding out a lot about the subject. Whether it's about operations or hormones. He doesn't wish Irina to run any risks, even if he never makes that clear. So he can advise her on which hormones are the least risky, and he has researched the CVs of all the surgeons in the area. After all, he is the manor doctor. And like Aaron, he's prepared to accompany Irina to hospital if she agrees.

#moonlight lovers vladimir #moonlight lovers beliath #moonlight lovers ivan #moonlight lovers Aaron #Moonlight lovers Raphaël #Moonlight lovers Ethan #Moonlight lovers

[pjunicornart]

Long Rant Incoming

So I woke up pretty happy today, right? Well, a couple hours ago I just got the worst news imaginable. My new job (Kaiser) let me go after only a couple of weeks because the job "wouldn't be a good fit for me."

I take issues with this. But, because I was raised right, I will explain why with tact.

One - At no point did they try to meet me in the middle. So, I recognize that my condition still goes un-diagnosed, but I still feel like this point is worth bringing up. I have no idea what my condition is, I just know that noise overwhelms me, I get upset over seemingly minuscule things, and I go non-verbal sometimes. At no point did they ask me about it or present me with an opportunity to tell them about it. Granted, I should've mentioned to them that I may need to be accommodated for, that's on me. But they should've at least brought this up in the orientation/training stage, right? Nope... they just threw me into the process without further discussions. Forgetting about me for a second - I worry about someone who ACTUALLY has a diagnosed mental condition that affects their working abilities. Would Kaiser do the same thing to them? Or is it a case of, "this employee didn't specify it in their application but this one did so we're gonna make sure we cater to them"? I don't know which option is worse.

Two - They were not clear on what training would be like. I mentioned earlier that Kaiser just threw me into training without explanation. They never ONCE said something like, "Okay, for this week we train you on this subject, and for this week we train you on this one." Nothing like that. They didn't even properly tell me which things I needed to be conscious of. For example, when cleaning up a patient room after a patient has been discharged, there are a couple things you need to remember in terms of what gets disposed of and what doesn't. Certain bed tarps are disposable, but some aren't. You'd think this information would be the first thing they teach trainees before they throw you into the mix... but, no. They left it up to the employee training me to teach me that stuff. Which they only told me when it was brought up in a room... if it got brought up at all. Plus, all of my formal training (i.e. policies and benefits and stuff like that) was all done online. With no supervisor supervision. I was just left to browse through 16 boring hours of word vomit that I have no way of remembering on a first pass. Not to mention the potential for malpractice this could cause. Without a supervisor, they would have no idea if I had just blasted through the courses without actually listening or reading to them. Old Navy, my previous employer, sat down with all new employees for two days to explain their important policies and rituals, to make sure we could discuss if need be. Kaiser basically said, "You're on your own, and we trust you to not have questions." They need to cater to slow learners and not just provide a "one size fits all" approach.

Three - Potential malpractice. Going back to cleaning up patient rooms for this point. We all know that IVs, bathrooms, makeshift toilets, and medicine are all apart of the hospital environment. Right. However, why are people like me - who have no knowledge of medicine and medicinal equipment - in charge of cleaning it up? Hell, one of my co-workers even said, "[referring to a dirty portable toilet] Technically the nurses are supposed to deal with that." Let me make one thing clear here: I don't have a problem with cleaning up shit like bodily fluids. It takes a lot to gross me out as an internet veteran. However, if the nurses are supposed to take care of things like leftover IV medicine and stuff with bodily fluids in them, then why am I doing their job? I'm not sorry when I say this. This is inexcusable and unacceptable. A person with no knowledge of the equipment should not be expected to do a job the nurses should've done prior. I would go as far as to say that this is laziness. Also, a couple of my coworkers decided to let the leftover medicine in the IV bags drip into the sinks. That is how you end up with contaminated drinking water. This is malpractice, and I will not be convinced otherwise. As a healthcare facility - especially one as large as Kaiser - they should know better.

Kaiser failed me. If they would've been more competent, I probably wouldn't have been let go. Or, was the problem me? Did they have a problem with my non-verbal episodes? Did they have a problem with the fact that I'm not the type of person to trust people easily - that I'm not just gonna warm up to someone right off the bat? Would I have been let go anyway because I have an "issue" that's not going to work in their workplace? Am I the problem because their work environment doesn't allow people like me to thrive? Either way, I had high hopes for this job. Because it was cleaning, and cleaning is my free therapy. The high pay and benefits were just trinkets to me, honest. However, it appears the world has other plans for me. Ones I fear.

Kaiser. Do better next time. Not for me. But for other people in the future who are like me. I'm not mad. Just disappointed.

#rosey rambles #rant #kaiser permanente #long post #personal post

[sonicasura]

This thought came into my head after looking over my posts for Wolf Father and Werehog Son.

Wild (BotW Link) becoming a part of Team Dark, this team members being Shadow the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat and E-123 Omega.

Yup, the incarnation of the Hero's Spirit with the Ultimate Lifeform, Treasure Hunting Spy and Living Arsenal. How this happened? All three stumble upon a mysterious Warp Ring that drops them in the Shrine of Resurrection.

It isn't long before Link awakens before the group and the whiplash from his 100 year slumber was quite harsh. His body practically runs on muscle memory so Wild's mind is closer to a curious child than anything(at the moment). Taking the amnesiac with them was a unanimous decision for Team Dark.

Half the reason being the mystery of why this strange man was sealed (Omega) and empathy for Link's current state. Especially for Shadow as he went through the same thing but the hedgehog came out unscathed.

It doesn't take long for Omega to gain sympathy for Wild once our hero's skills are shown. Remember that his vengeful nature towards Eggman was from being deactivated to guard Shadow and let his skill set account to nothing in Sonic Heroes. The four would soon stop the calamity without anyone knowing.

To everyone else except for Zelda, Purah and Robbie(someone has to repair Omega should things go south), it was as if Ganon just vanished and the hero being nothing more than a fairytale. I ain't forgetting about Tears of the Kingdom either since those events lead to Team Dark gaining cryptid status throughout Hyrule.

Relationship wise, all three are quite protective of Wild. Rouge being the mom friend who make sures our hero takes care of himself (her teammates are perfect examples for this behavior). Shadow is a mentor of sorts who provides advice and teaches Link how to improve himself. Omega serves as the enabler for our hero's shenanigans (which usually ends in something exploding since they're both pyromaniacs) yet is quick to aid the Hylian in his time of need.

For Linked Universe, the Chain are gonna have difficulty getting this Link to join. Team Dark doesn't help just anyone unless their interests are aligned. All of them are considered fairytales in this Hyrule so the Chain practically grabbing straws for clues.

The moment it comes apparent that someone is seeking Team Dark's Link. Let's just say things might get ugly as Omega doesn't have much tact when it involves information gathering. Whether a fight breaks out or not depends on if someone can keep the robot still so Rogue can do her spy work.

Finally, it's really up to Wild(Tear if said Link is in that group). He isn't the same person as he was 100 years ago and is more of an anti hero. The reason he stopped the Calamity was to save Zelda and uncover his lost identity.

If Wild/Tear is going to get involved then it'll by his choice, nobody else's. Team Dark will gladly help him out and obliterate what stands in their way. Our gaggle of Links are gonna have quite an adventure with this group. Rip the responsible Links' sanity.

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Hyrule.

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