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paracosmicparadox · 1 year

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So, I'm falling back into the FFXV kick, and I have decided that I disapprove of how little complex character development Square Enix has given the guys?? Like where is the emotional depth beyond surface-level cutscene angst?? So I took matters into my own hands and have compiled a handy little list of headcanons / expanded canons that I think make sense.

Noctis: Has clinical insomnia and frequent lucid dreams (sorta a given, but bear w me bear w me)

Feels the weight of having to take so much on from such a young age much, much more than he lets on

Loves to argue

Would've been happier if he and Luna stayed as childhood best-buds rather than betrothed fiancés (controversial, ik, but it just didn't seem like he cared that much for her romantically to me?? Like he obviously cared about her, but it seemed like a really strong penpal vibe rather than a "We're-gonna-get-married-and-be-the-next-hotshot-couple" vibe. If you disagree, coolio, I'm not gonna debate w you on this one)

Has a natural sadness to his eyes regardless of what he's feeling

Went through an anime phase (possibly still in his anime phase, idk)

Social anxiety for the win

Severe RBF

Prefers tea over coffee (black tea is best---particularly lavender earl grey)

Can play the cello (practicing tho?? Don't know her)

Writes the most beautiful poetry when The Motivation™ strikes him (usually when he's home sick and half-delirious)

Prompto: Has ADHD and clinical anxiety, but is undiagnosed and doesn't take any meds for either of them.

Is legit like SO SMART, but can never focus, so not many people take any notice

Wears contact lenses (he had glasses as a child and I refuse to believe he had some high-tech corrective surgery to eliminate the need for them when lenses are cheaper and less risky)

Doesn't drink caffeine because it makes him jittery

Doesn't drive the Regalia when the guys are around because having other people in the car distracts him from the road. Also he tends to drive like a speed demon, which worries Ignis to no end.

Sunburns insanely easily

Could legit become a hitman if he wanted to with the amount of gun-knowledge he has. It doesn't matter what firearm you put in this boy's hand---pistol, SMG, sniper, rocket launcher, you name it. He can and will hit the target every single time.

Addicted to adrenaline

Pansexual

Has a lot of self-loathing (we see a bit of this in Ep. Prompto) and talks with an online therapist about it via text whenever his lows hit him. He's making great progress in learning how to heal and how to accept himself for who he is beyond the mask he wears for others

Ignis: More than a little bit of a control freak, and works very hard not to be too overbearing or critical about his friends' misgivings

Hypochondriac

Wants to protect everyone all the time and mentally kicks himself when he doesn't get there fast enough

Is SO PROUD of Noctis's journey and felt a stronger hatred towards Ardyn than anyone else in the group for what he forced Noct to go through (he stayed up at night sick to his stomach with hollow rage and baked nonstop to take his mind off of it)

Can verbally obliterate a man, but only rarely chooses to do so bc he's classy like that

After losing his eyes, he notices so much more beauty in the world than he used to (the sound of rain on the Regalia's roof, the specific gait of each of his friends, the smell of salt on the wind in Galdin Quay, the flawless feel of one specific silk tie he has in his repertoire, etc)

His internal compass is never wrong

Regularly takes antacids for his stomach

Has the straightest teeth you've ever seen

Demiromantic

Gladio: Hates being wrong: it's his way or the highway

Actually so much smarter than the musclehead jock front he puts up

A little vain and easily jealous (this man has a Jealous Face like no other)

Thunderstorms are his favorite; his ideal place to be is at a campsite, during a storm, with a well-worn book and a mug of Irish coffee in hand

Would throw himself in front of a bus for any one of his friends

Would beat up kids for the folks he cared about in middle school and spent the time he wasn't training to be a Crownsguard sitting in detention with the most unrepentant, smug, and-I'd-do-it-again look scrawled across his face

Can make a better smoothie than anyone (except maybe Iggy)

Spotify junkie

Had a dinosaur phase as a kid and can still name random facts about them whenever the opportunity presents itself

Avid technology-hater and only has a phone to make calls and join the others in playing King's Knight since they begged him so profoundly (he's sure the thing's going to be his downfall)

Gets most of Prompto's pop culture references

#prompto #noctis #ff15 #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #ffxv #headcanon

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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hi! I loved the crow anon story thing so much it was so great! I was wondering if it was possible if you could do one with like a Honduran bat hybrid reader (magic choice up to you but I thought potion magic would be cute) who overworks themselves a lot and the platonic yans are like ‘>:0’

Aaaawwwww! Honduran bats are so cute!!! I'll see what we can cook up! And potions, yes! May I call you Bat Anon? Let's do it like this:

• You tended to be a busy bee (well, bat). Always cooking up a new potion, picking out ingredients and charms, writing instructions and symptoms for each one, selling the latest in helpful potions and magical ones, such as ones for mental wellness, emotional-filling, and mini good-lucks and warm-feelings, along with fairy-wings and plant-growing and rain-making and so many, many more... It kept your hands and wings busy all night and all day long, overworking your wings and hands trying to make enough!

• Your newest patrons were animal hybrids. Ones who were always asking which ingredients you used and buying any potions that caught their eye. They always complimented you and your craft, and happily told you where to find the best ingredients and which vendors were nice. They always payed well, leaving tips, too. And with the sudden increase in customers and demand of your wares, you had to work extra hours just to keep up with the demands...

• By the next month, you're exhausted. Only two or three hours a sleep per day/night, drinking enough caffeine-filled beverages to wake up a snoozing dragon, and underweight due to neglecting to eat, all in the name of keeping your business running and ahead of the competition. You've almost fallen asleep on customers a few times, only to chug a potion that happened to be a mix of coffee, adrenaline, and lightning, to keep yourself awake. Your newest friends, those odd patrons of yours, took offense to that.

• The moment you tell then how you've been able to keep your small store stocked and the customers happy and with their potions, you're met with hands dragging you to the back and pushing you onto the nearest sofa or chair or bean bag. Next thing you know, heavily-scented tea is shoved into your hands, and you're ordered to drink every last drop. Any protest is met with a firm no, and you're told theyll handle your store when you need to rest. Starting now.

• The moment the tea hits your tongue, you're relaxing into the plush surface beneath you, sighing contentedly. A warm mix of lavender, honey, and caramel fills your tastebuds, and you quickly down the rest of the cup. Once you finished, a wave of calm, relaxed sleepiness tugs at you, then you're lying down, snuggled under a blanket that had been tucked around you. The background noise of clinking bottles and stirring liquids send you off into a fuzzy slumber, for once your body and mind getting the rest it needs since you opened up shop...

• The platonic yans keep the shop afloat, those who excel at potions mixing up the ones that were written down on a list, while those who are able to refill samples and clean up do so. They care about their little baby bat, and they shouldn't have to run themself into the ground just to please others and to keep themself in business. So they'll help as much as Reader needs, all while making sure they rest and eat and take breaks. If they have to set a day where their shop stays closed, so be it. Their little bat bud needs rest and relaxation, which they'll happily supply them with!

• If any rude customers or bigots try to start something or insist to speak speak Reader or try to break anything, the adults will happily deal with them (setting Wolverine and/or Sabretooth and/or even Erik on them). The teens can keep the shop tidy and make sure Reader gets their scheduled sleep, as well as takes any tea they make them and eats their meals. And if Reader is a little cold, no worries. They can happily volunteer one of themselves to cuddle with them while they rest...

• The platonic yanderes all care about Reader, and while they love their potions, they'll make sure Reader is well-rested and fed and feeling well before they let them go back to making them. And if they maybe start to offer to work with Reader, or join their businesses together (or maybe slip them into their coven by "accident"), well... Whatever helps keep them warm and and feeling well, right?

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #🐾animal witch🔮 au

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muertawrites · 2 years

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D, W, X, Y, Z for sfw and nsfw?

SFW:

d i have already answered!

Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No. Eddie has a very good sense of himself and he's comfortable with who he is.

Does that mean he doesn't love you in a way that's totally earth-shattering? Not at all. When he met you, he swears he heard "I Just Died in Your Arms" and everything went slow mo for a minute and he forgot his own name. And yes, if you were gone, a very important part of his life would be missing, and it would be hard to move on from and adjust to.

But feeling like he as a person isn't whole without you? No. That's an extremely unhealthy way to think. He doesn't want you to feel like you aren't whole without him, either.

Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

God, I feel like there aren't many headcanons for him that I haven't already spat out on this blog at random? I guess the only one I really have is that I doubt he'd ever drink any kind of caffeine. No coffee, no energy drinks, not even tea. He's hyperactive enough as it is - caffeine just makes him feel out of control.

That and I also doubt he'd ever dabble in hard drugs. Based on his family background, it makes sense that he might have had a friend or relative or two struggle with addiction to heavy substances and knows how hard it is to live with. I truly think he uses pot and alcohol as a means of coping but is ultimately responsible about his consumption. He really doesn't want to live up to the Munson name as well as people think he will.

Totally owns a D.A.R.E. t-shirt. For the jokes.

Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Well y'all already know how I feel about Eddie and basic bitches. He hates them. Any person who doesn't have much personality, or is ashamed of him, or uses him for some ulterior motive, or thinks he's just some big scary dude like everyone else does is a total turnoff for him. He likes people who can form their own opinions and are perfectly comfortable and happy being themselves, no matter what other people may think about it.

Hates wearing shorts, even in summer. Idk why. I just get that from him.

On this subject I also feel like he doesn't hate pop music or other genres of rock as much as he acts like he does. He's just too proud to admit that he listens to Lovesong by The Cure alone in his room at night on a regular basis. (I feel like he'd vibe with The Cure)

Modern headcanon is that he really likes Blink-182. All The Small Things is lowkey your song.

Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps in his boxers.

Doesn't brush his teeth before bed - doesn't see the point.

Definitely snores. Not excessively, but enough to be adorable or annoying, depending on how you feel.

Can fall asleep anywhere. Also sleeps in super weird positions. Moves around a lot.

Blanket hog.

[nsfw below the cut]

NSFW:

Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

How long do you have?

Man's a perv, ok. We love him, but he's so horny.

Biggest one is that he doesn't just steal your panties as trophies, but he uses them. He loves to masturbate with one pair wrapped around his fist, the other stuffed into his face so he can smell the traces of you in the fabric. He does return them. And washes them before because god he doesn't want you to know how much of a creep he is for getting high off the smell of your pussy and cumming into your used panties.

Not dirty but definitely not common for the time and his circles, but Eddie actually doesn't like the idea of casual sex? It weirds him out. He's not very trusting as it is, and it's hard to do as much exploring as he likes to do with someone you don't trust. And trust takes emotions. So he'd rather have sex with a partner, because it's way more fun cumming with someone who you still want to hang with afterward.

Makes heart eyes at Steve whenever they're together. Thinks about having a three way with you and him often. That's not a secret but you let him think it is.

Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He laughs after he cums. I was talking about this with @the-ivory-rabbit last night and we both agree that he totally gets giggly after an orgasm. Also says "heck" during sex.

Either that or he cries. Like he's holding you in his arms after you've fucked each other senseless and is so overcome by how much he loves and adores you and the fact that you feel that way for him that he just. Weeps. Tells you you're beautiful. Begs you never to leave him. Kind of a wreck but it's sweet.

X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Eddie's cock is as pretty as he is. I've already mentioned that he's got a porn star cock in both a fic and a request, and I stand by that. He's uncircumcised. Doesn't manscape. I would give a part of my soul to watch this man masturbate.

Beyond his gorgeous pubic zone, his body is average but in a way that's amazing. He's not ripped, and he's got a little bit of baby fat, but his shoulders are broad and his chest is defined and he's got those cute back dimples above his butt.

Speaking of which, his butt is a bit on the flat side. But it's nice enough and good for grabbing while he rails you, so no complaints. Even Eddie can't be perfect.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Proper care of your Eddie insists that sex be performed daily to ensure he doesn't become too full of the natural perv hormones in his system and subsequently burst with a little "pop!" into a cloud of glitter. When traditional sex is not possible, oral or hand-operated maintenance will suffice.

Your Eddie is capable of releasing his perv hormones on his own, so glitter explosions are unlikely. However, to ensure the utmost happiness for your Eddie, it is recommended that sex be performed together as often as possible.

(High. His sex drive is high.)

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn't. Eddie does not get tired from sex. He'll fuck you silly then go work a full shift at Thacher Tire before coming home and fucking you again. Maybe once more before bed if he can swing it.

Dude's a fucking rabbit.

#eddie munson #eddie asks #eddie munson headcanon #sfw alphabet #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

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antheiantics · 8 months

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ENTJ Behaviours - Everyday things the Internet analysis don't tell you about - weirdly specific edition

Loud loud laugh. The type of laugh to make you go under the table. Happens roughly 2-3 times a day.

Shouting for no apparent reason.

Zoomies, yes, zoomies around the house.

Zoomies in talking - The point is to get it out fast and furious and go on with the day. Spoiler alert: 80% of the time I have to repeat myself, because people didn't understand my point delivered in Eminem speed. I'm fine, we're fine, it's fine.

Constantly forgetting people don't have the ability to understand with just one, maximum three words. Exception: INTX

Hating to be late and arriving early. Completing several tasks while waiting.

Having absolutely no tolerance on people who are late. Holding a grudge about it. Waiting for the day to just leave so the other person learns from it.

Abrupt style changes that shock people - going from casual business to grunge fairycore, not realising that people get confused with the vibe.

ENTJ procrastination is a thing - it's just procrastinating by doing other smaller tasks instead of doing the big looming one.

Being confident all the time except in a specific moment in which it's required to.

Ordering food at McDonald's because your extroverted friends were "too shy" to.

Waiting for those same friends to say "hi" to the entire planet while you try to look confident, pretty and approachable.

Being invited in the conversation in the span of one minute and hitting it off for the next 10 minutes.

Walking fast.

The boulevard is the runway and y'all are just peasants interrupting the strut.

Making detailed plans about being a successful company owner in 10 years, but forgetting to take in the sheets the next day. Short-term goals - a strong point, if forced. Day to day to-do list - not a strong point at all, unless written down (most of the time confident enough to remember our own tasks) (most of the time we forget to do several of them, or postpone them to shove three more that we planned to do after two weeks, but oh well, an opportunity arose - extremely specific, might not apply)

Patience. Monstruos amounts of it. Miranda Priestly was just fed up after so many years in the industry and I can see why.

Pet peeves are inefficiency and people who repeat the same mistake over three times, after it was explained to them by multiple people.

Strong opinions. Controversy. How are y'all dealing with Cruella (Emma Stone) and Elizabeth Bennett (Pride and Prejudice) mix, type of person? Genuinely curious. Not asking for a friend.

As for the ENTJ men reading this - do you have like a list or diagram, with all the people that manage to keep up with your Stewie Griffin (South Park) , Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows) tendency to "invest" and Thranduil(The Hobbit/LOTR) type of beauty and pride, and how long is it? Again, genuinely curious.

Wrote the origins of criticism and invented self-criticism in the process, because emotional liability got invented roughly around the same time and apparently it was "too much" *side glances INFPs*

Crying only out of helplessness (not if you can help it, ofc) and anger.

Fan of stupid puns (extremely evident)

Might unintentionally ghost people or leave them on seen, because they messaged you while your brains were working overtime (happens too often)

Caffeine doesn't work, but it's a ritual of pleasure, not to be missed, unless the day is bound to finish in prison. Same could be said if you take tea instead of coffee.

Relaxing by watching documentaries about successful people.

De-stressing by drinking wine with that one close friend that you see once a month due to busy schedules and talking about life.

That close friend also happens to be the closest one to IxxJ type and thoroughly listens while we explain the nature of emotions and why we think that the normal emotion we felt is a terminal illness.

Flirting is a way of surviving not a way of life. Take it as you wish.

Inspecting and dissecting your crushes so you know what you're dealing with. Most of the time we "un-crush" them with a snap of our fingers.

Sometimes we "just go with it" and end in a semi-casual situationship.

When they tell you we are confident and undisturbed by flirting, they're probably lying or not competent enough about speaking on real (not psychology explained) life. We do. It's just not obvious. INTJs, INTPs and ENFJs might not agree, because they somehow just know.

Getting hurt over minimal details people mentions about us throughout a conversation but being unaffected by "the big ones".

Which is hilarious because we're major "big picture" people - details are the things we see last. Sometimes, we don't even bother to inspect them.

ENTJ: Ah, ah, okay, bye-

Other people: No, wait! There's-

ENTJ: I pretty much got it, bye-

P.S. "Pretty much go it." or "I'm gonna wing it.", but make it organised, are probably catch phrases by now. No matter what people tell you that's a major trait of XXXJ people.

When I told you we invented criticism, I forgot to mention we also helped ESTJ and INTJ invent sarcasm.

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riannimated · 1 year

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HI RI ILY SO MUCH 🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕

I was not joking when I said I would send a request suggestion on sight.

Perhaps.... some Hisoka New Years kiss? 🥺

AND I LOVE YOU!!!!

Also oop, not me answering this late af, but time doesn't exist and I hope this isn't too ooc or cheesy as hell.

Still getting into the groove of my soft side 🥰

Pairing: Hisoka x Reader

SFW. Tooth rotting-ly sweet imo

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: Established relationship, Angst if you squint, Reader is semi afraid of heights, Hisoka is a cheeky little shit in this, but what else is new.

Celebrating the New Year was something that you’d honestly forget about doing if it weren’t for the borderline excessive amount of attention that surrounded it.

It was only around 11pm, but some people had decided to start the celebration early - a few select areas of the city lighting up with tiny pops of colour. It would be nothing compared to the grandeur to come, but it was still an enduring sight from your balcony.

You were sitting in a soft chair you had dragged out from your living room, the one with a coffee stain on the left arm rest, wrapped up in a shawl and already in pajama pants.

You had given up on Hisoka coming hours ago.

It wasn’t a surprise, really, and you weren’t mad at him. How could you be, really? You knew his whims took him to all corners of the world, and he was even worse with keeping track of holidays than you were, so to be upset with him over such a thing would be unfair.

The logic didn’t do much to lessen the blow to your emotions, though.

A noise of displeasure left your throat when you took a sip from the tea in your hands only to discover it was now luke-warm, and you looked down at your watch.

11:23pm

You had decided to stay up until midnight so you could send the appropriate people a few texts and then take a shot if you were feeling frisky before going to bed, but you would need more caffeine if you were going to get there.

You tightened the shawl around you as you stood and shuffled back into your apartment towards the kitchenette. You scrolled through your phone as you waited for the water to boil, clicking on the many stories of your friends and family and subsequently skipping through all of them since they were basically all the same.

Drinks. Parties. Obnoxiously big smiling faces. Large text that read “Happy New Year” with more party hat emojis than you could count.

You closed the apps and fixed your tea before making your way back towards the balcony on autopilot.

“Boo. ~♡”

The shriek of terror you let out was followed by the unceremonious throw of your mug towards your intruder - an action that was regretted the second your brain caught up with just who it was leaning against your chair in the dark.

Your mug and a solid three-quarters of its contents froze in mid-air while the rest splashed harmlessly to the side and on the right side of the chair. Hisoka tilted his head to the side and let the rest of the tea fall by his feet while he kept your mug dangled in the air.

“Your aim is getting better, have you been practicing? ~♢”

You visibly relaxed and pointed a finger at him sternly, but were unable to hide the smile forming on your face.

“You asshole, how many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?”

“Several. ~♡”

“And you have yet to use the front door, why?”

He shrugged his own smile forming as he retracted his nen so the mug came to his hand effortlessly. “If I did that, what fun would that be? ~♢”

“I guarantee it would be better than getting stains on your clothes.”

He hummed and set the mug down on the newly soiled chair arm. “I have others. ~♧”

The retort on your tongue died when he walked the three strides it took to reach you and slip his hands under your shawl and onto your shoulders.

You sucked in a sharp breath, “Jesus fuck you’re cold.”

“Language. ~♤”

“No.”

He stayed quiet when you took his hands off your shoulders to hold them between your own. He let you bring them up to cradle against your neck, no teasing comment following how unbothered you were by the sharpness of his nails as you tried to warm them up.

The two of you stood like that for a moment - silence only broken by the interspersed pop of distant fireworks. After a while, you rested your cheek against his knuckles as you looked at him.

“I thought you weren’t going to show today.” You said softly.

Hisoka hummed as he scanned you up and down. “I can tell.”

“Gee thanks, love to hear it.”

“You’re not letting me finish, darling,” He untangled his hands from yours to boop you on the nose. Your face scrunched up with the action and you stuck your tongue out at him. “I was going to say: I can tell, so it’s a good thing the place I plan to take you doesn’t have a dress code. ~♤”

Your teasing guard dropped immediately and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You want to go out? It’s-” You looked down at your watch. “11:40.”

“It isn’t far.” He gently pulled you back out onto your balcony. “But it will be faster if we leave my way instead of yours. ~♢”

You looked at him like he grew an extra head. “You’re joking.”

“Trust me, my dear. ~♡”

You huffed and placed your shawl over the back of the chair, hoping the smile that formed on your face didn’t betray your nerves. “If I die, I’ll kill you.”

“Promises, promises.” He ushered you closer with a small motion of his hand. “Jump up, it’ll be faster if I carry you. ~♤”

You hesitated, but obliged. Hisoka’s arms looped under your knees as soon as you were in the air, and you hooked your arms around his neck.

“Don’t drop me, please.”

He chuckled, but didn’t reply. You knew he wouldn’t, and he knew you knew, but the nonverbal affirmation was still appreciated since the sound was quickly followed by him jumping up onto your railing and pushing off.

There was no part of you that could ever properly prepare for just how fast Hisoka was.

In short, it was awe inspiring that a human was capable of reaching such a speed. The world turned into a blur of technicolor as it whizzed past you, and motion sickness threatened to rear its ugly head when he made any movements that your body deemed too jarring. You closed your eyes to compensate. It felt like riding on the world's least predictable roller coaster.

When he finally slowed down, you found the courage to reopen them.

You were nowhere new, but the view from Heaven’s Arena would never be something you’d even come close to getting used to.

It was phenomenal. Granted it wasn’t the very top of the building - an area that was off limits even to someone like Hisoka - but you had no complaints whatsoever. You could see the entire city from up here.

He set you down on the ledge he had chosen, and you still clung to him even after your feet touched the concrete.

“How high are we?”

“Very. ~♧”

You looked at him deadpan. “Wow, thank you for that brilliant reveal-.”

He shushed you, turning your cheek out towards the city skyline with a single finger. “Look. ~♢”

You almost missed it. The distant chant of thousands of voices counting down the final seconds of the year.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

The night lit up with the first bout of official fireworks. The city had clearly planned the set up to stretch across several miles so everyone could witness a piece of the artwork on display, but from your view you saw everything.

Bursts of white that soon had red, orange, and yellow joining in filled the air. The pops from the explosions were delayed due to distance and the music that the fireworks were timed to was extremely faint, but it didn’t faze you whatsoever - small gasps of wonder and excitement leaving your lips whenever a particularly impressive moment occurred.

When you looked back towards Hisoka he was already looking at you, golden eyes half-lidded but portraying something other than boredom or decet.

He hooked his fingers under your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips.

You had kissed Hisoka many times, but this one felt different. It wasn’t quick and sweet, or drawn out and full of lust. If you had to put a label on it, it was all the things left unsaid.

It was everything.

And you couldn’t ask for anything more.

#riri writes #riri answers on soft #Hisoka #Hisoka x Reader #Hisoka Morow x Reader #Hisoka Morow #Hunter x Hunter #HxH #God please let this be as in character as it can be for this man #please let me know what you guys think #tw heights #love my moots #moot: Eevee

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astroismypassion · 1 year

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Hi astroismypassion love your blog I was just wondering what Mars in 8th house composition means x thank you

Hello, keabarbie!

Thank you so much for your kind words. <3

MARS IN THE 8TH HOUSE

MAIN CHARACTER ENERGY

you might have extra energy, but then drink coffee, green tea or energy drinks when you run out of that said energy, you can very easily become drained

you might know how to attract other people through your behaviour, actions, mannerisms

you might go through player stage though haha

you might also enjoy staying near a body of water and you also like fire for some reason

you have power struggles with other people

you might hide certain parts of your personality

you might be really persuasive, enigmatic and at times mysterious or you overshare, there is not inbetween

sometimes you create your own drama

self-sabotage tendencies

you care a lot about other people, but you also don't fully know yourself, so you need to stay surrounded with other people so that they mirror back your energy

I also did a comparison with Mars in the 1st house few days ago:

MARS IN THE 8TH HOUSE

far far more reactive than Mars in the 1st house due to paranoia, past betrayals, trust difficulties

then CAN act very defensive and don't take enough responsibilities for their own emotional hurt or emotional reactions

they might be so convinced that their reaction was caused by the other person, that the feel like THE OTHER PERSON needs to take accountability and/or apologize

they can easily upset other people as well or evoke strong emotional hurt in other people, but then they put it on THEM, like Mars in the 8th house is not responsible for other people, but for themselves

so it's like a weird mix of being on their own, independent and standing behind their own action, yet at other times highly interconnected with other people's reactions, thoughts, emotions

meanwhile, Mars in the 1st house will always take accountability, because they always know they are on their own

don't get fooled by their strong nature, they don't actually know themselves that well deep down, so they constantly need other people around to mirror their traits, emotions, actions back to them

very nerdy

secretly might be low key afraid of their father figure and other male figures in life

loves sensual, quality lingerie

a bookworm too

they know so many random, fun facts, it's like their mind knowledge is endless well, it just never stops, they always surprise with new information, new knowledge

not so open to try everything once, UNLESS their friend recommended it

but other than that they are not so spontaneous with trying new stuff, actions, because they have prejudgements, pre-ideas about a topic and they already know in advance that some actvitiy just won't be enjoyable for them

they rely on inspiration and/or caffeine do meet the deadline

similar to Virgo Mars, can be too stuck in routines or their own daily schedule that they became negative and low energy because of it

they will keep a mystery or won't reveal as quickly their previous accomplishments or what they have done, they won't flaunt as much

@astroismypassion

#astrology #astroismypassion #astro note #mars in the 8th house #astroblr #astro community #astrology observation #astro notes

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sirylin · 1 year

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I really want a naruto/bnha crossover fic but it's just aizawa being snatched into the narutoverse somehow and he looks around and sees a bunch of tiny baby murder ninja walking around with their Itty bitty hands and extremely sharp objects and he's just. No. Immediately no.

So he becomes like an academy teacher or jounin-sensei or SOMETHING and he teaches these kids how to Not Die but mostly he teaches them how to handle their emotions. How to deal with it when a teammate or comrade dies. And of course, deep down, Aizawa is still a Pro Hero, fighting against all odds to protect and save as many as he can, and he never really cared about what the government thought anyway. So what's a couple well-placed rumors here and there, whispers to henged shadow clones (oh and wasn't that such an interesting discovery. Chakra. It's like a Quirk except mostly everyone uses it and you can invent new Quirks and something something his Quirk translated into a shiny new dojutsu that blocks people from using their chakra. Understandably, he kept this to himself... aside from the couple of ninja ((hatake and tenzo)) who just happened to be the object of his ire when he first popped up in this world and had no idea what was going on, but they didn't say anything. Yet.) in front of the older Clan members picking up their kids from the academy, maybe some simple poison in a select few's tea; It didn't take Aizawa very long from being isekai'd into a random stranger that somehow looks remarkably like him and also just got back from a five-month-long mission outside of Konoha (so of course it makes sense if his personality was a little different than before... besides, it's not like he was anything special before he came back to Konoha) to figure out that something very suspicious smelling was going on in the underbelly of Konoha, and he was going to figure out what it is. So.

He does a little sniffing around, a vague inquiry here and there, and surprise surprise, Konoha's Roots are infected. So. What does Aizawa do? Well, what any reasonable, logical, rational person would do in that instance.

He kills some people.

And yeah yeah, he's a Pro Hero, he shouldn't be killing people, but this is a different world. It's kill or be killed and he just so happens to have a bunch of very impressionable young brats to teach. He can't exactly go around accusing council members of treason, no, he'll leave the evidence behind to speak for itself after the body is discovered. So.

Shimura Danzo is dead.

Aizawa Shouta is alive and very very regretful that he took his jelly pouches and coffee (oh sweet, sweet coffee) for granted. He's not quite sure how Iruka does it, dealing with all the rambunctious brats without a single drop of caffeine. If Aizawa were any more a reasonable human (let's face it, he's utterly insane at this point), he'd probably chalk it up to:

Iruka: relatively normal Chuunin, seen some crap, unexpected genius in the form of dry wit and a sharp, calculating gaze. Also a little too used to baby murder ninjas waving sharp pointy objects in the air like they're pencils. Or suspiciously shaped chopsticks.

Aizawa: perpetually exhausted jounin (apparently), not from this world, definitely traumatized, not quite as unexpected genius in the form of sarcasm and glares that could make hell freeze over, may or may not have killed a councilman to protect his brats (but it's not like anyone else knows that).

Out of the two of them, clearly one is more capable than the other at dealing with baby ninjas.

Then again, Aizawa had to deal with the infamous Class 1-A, trouble magnet extraordinaires and professional problem children designed to make his hair go grey and his eyes to fall out from Quirk overuse before he's fifty. So, maybe he shouldn't he as surprised about baby murder ninjas as he is. Hm.

Either way. Aizawa is definitely not letting a bunch of twelve year olds run around ill prepared to do what it takes to survive. And also help people. Because he's still a Pro Hero (even if he doesn't feel like one).

I HAVE NO IDEA why I suddenly transformed into some writing genius when I genuinely haven't written in YEARS bc I can never get the flow and pacing and dialogue or whatever right... but take this! And enjoy! And PLEASE!! write it!! Take my ideas and use them!! Also please tag me if you do I am starved for good dadzawa content and also some good old naruto rewrites. I hope you enjoyed this little idk excerpt snippet plot bunny whatever it is. Please reblog and also comment! :)

#dadzawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa #naruto #uzumaki naruto #haruno sakura #umino iruka #sasuke uchiha #bnha #mha #bnha crossover #naruto crossover #bnha/naruto crossover #idk what to tag this one really #i really hope this was enjoyable and made sense lol #my cramps are kicking my butt rn #anyways. have fun #dont do anything dadzawa wouldnt do #and maybe some things he would

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Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: Chapter eleven already… @niallermybabe this is the new one btw!

Warnings: curse words, mentions of death

Milly’s POV:

"Did Louis call yet?" Calum asked me, standing in our kitchen, preparing the pancakes. I shook my head.

My brother had been released out of the hospital, the next day after our rather unexpected and turbulent arrival. We left two days later and now have been back in Adelaide for about two weeks. And- well. Our apology had been very emotional for both sides.

(Flashback, the day after Milly and Calum arrived in London)

"Louis, darling. I'm just gonna grab a coffee, gonna be back in a few minutes." Harry said, shooting a glance at Calum who also stood up from his chair in the hospital and said: "Yeah, I'm gonna join. Do you want something too?" Looking at me, but I only shook my head.

I still had a pounding headache from my panic attack yesterday night. Everything would help, but certainly no caffeine. Speaking from experience.

As soon as the two men left the room, I was left in silence with my big brother. There was so much to talk about, but no one was brave enough to take the first step and start talking. After the longest 2 minutes of my whole life, I finally figured, he wouldn’t say anything.

"Lou, look. I’m sorry, so sorry.“ I took a deep breath, didn’t really thought it would be so hard to say sorry to a person you grew up with. Me and Louis normally always had a really good relationship, I never would have guessed one single thing could turn it upside down. "I know you deserved better, I should’ve checked my phone and give you and Calum more information." Half way through my 'speech' I started tearing up. I truly was sorry and just wanted to fix this. I could no longer live with this broken relationship, I needed my big bro again. But I wasn’t brave enough to say that to him.

"I also owe you an apology." He finally said. I sighed in relieve.

I slowly walked towards his hospital bed and kneeled down to the floor to look at him.

Tears were shining in his eyes too.

"I shouldn’t have gotten so angry and said all these mean things to you. I just-" His voice cracked and he let out a shaky breath. "I care about you. I want to protect you. For me, you are still the little girl, building sand castles and asking me to help." I didn’t notice the tears on my cheeks, till Louis slowly wiped them away. He chuckled and continued talking. "I sometimes forget you are all grown up. And how grown up you are. I never thought, you'd turn into such a beautiful, strong and amazing woman, Milly."

This, this is my brother. How I always will remember him.

"Thank you Louis. Thank you for giving me the chance to fix this. Just remember that I am very sorry for what happened. Next time, I'll be more careful. I won’t make you worry so much again. Promise." I stood up and hugged him. Louis gave the best hugs. I saw so many posts from fans about his hugs, but to really get them, you have to experience yourself.

His hugs always make you feel so comfortable and calm. That’s what I miss the most when I'm back in Australia and not with him.

"Gonna miss you." He said while hugging me.

"Yeah, me too. Australia is too far away from home."

My brother and I agreed on calling each other once a week to stay in contact and don’t let anything come between us again. However, he mostly forgot about these calls and wasn’t home on Wednesdays. It was just a quite annoying new bad habit of my silly big bro. But honestly, I didn’t even care in the slightest. As long as us two have a fixed relationship again, I am happier than ever.

Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my left shoulder. Calum. He put down the big plate with 3 steaming pancakes down right in front of me on the table. I realized, I've been pressing my chin onto the edge my cup filled with tea for the past few minutes and now my front hair got wet from the hot steam exiting the Harry-Potter themed mug. I quickly put it down and gave Calum a little smile. I knew that both him and Niall knew how exhausting these past few days have been for me. Mentally and physically I felt just empty. Like the energy to search for my parents never even existed. I desperately wanted to continue, but right now it just didn’t seem like I actually could.

"Mills, have you thought about what you want to do for your birthday this year?" Calum asked after sitting down on the chair next to me, slowly taking a sip out of his coffee cup (we had enough arguments about the issue that coffee is just disgusting but he wouldn’t believe me, so I decided to ignore it).

"Oh… I totally forgot about that one…" My 26th birthday, on 20th of October, was only about one week away, but with all the stress over the last days I completely forgot (or ignored, who knows..) about it. What would I want to do on my birthday though?

When I was a child, my mom always gave us the opportunity to decide on an activity we could do with the whole family. I very clearly remember my 10th birthday where we went horse back riding. The little brown horse that I sat on did not want to go forward, no matter what I would do. And I, I just started crying. Out of nowhere, the horse ran away and I fell off and broke my arm. The only birthday I ever spent in the hospital.

Mom didn’t let us siblings pick any other physical sport activities for the next 3 years, much to the disappointment of Louis, a very talented football player at the time, who loved making fun of Lottie when she didn’t make a goal again.

The first few birthdays after moms passing, the siblings spent together, mostly crying in each other’s arms. Then, everyone slowly started living their own life. Louis was busy with writing songs and being a Judge at the X-Factor. I moved to Adelaide to be close to Calum and to live with him.

I would never admit it, but me and Louis held the Tomlinson-sibling-team together. After the death, Lottie, the actual older sister, simply couldn’t. So I took her part. And when it was us two, Louis and me, leaving forever, we all knew the relationship between us 7 siblings would never be the same again. Too much happened, there suddenly were too many kilometers between us.

Hence, how would I possibly want to spent this next birthday?

"Milly, are you still on earth, or did you get lost in space again?" Calum asked with a huge grin on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. I’m still here, just did a quick trip to the past again." Calum helped me a lot during the first few months after mom’s death and had to deal with a very depressive girlfriend, who either didn’t want to even get out of bed in the morning or lost herself in her work, so she could ignore the pain. I was so grateful for him, and that he never even thought about leaving me. So he obviously knew that I would sometimes get lost in the past, but he also knew how to get me on the right track again.

"I got a little idea for your birthday." He quietly said.

"Ohhh, please tell me!" I said, rather relieved, maybe it could still be a good day after all.

"Since Niall is staying a little longer, how about we throw a little garden party with Niall and Luke, Mikey and Ash? Some other people if you want to—"

I interrupted him with a sudden hug. "Yes! You are the best." I whispered in his ear. A garden party with the people closest to me made me feel comfortable and safe. That could actually work and turn this day into something nice.

But first, I deep down knew I had to go and do something different before this little party.

Calum’s POV:

You guessed it. She left him again. Well- not left left him, but she made her way to the other part of Adelaide, to the neighborhood where her parents lived before they moved away. At least that’s what she believes. Calum, however, knew the truth. The house is empty because her father died and her mom, pregnant with Milly, moved away.

When Milly announced her plans for this day last night while watching the second Kissing Booth movie (yes, they fell in love with the trilogy), he turned quite anxious. What if she finds out and cannot live with the truth, what if she falls into the deep hole again, the same hole when her mom died? He wasn’t sure if he would be able to get her out of it once again, after all that they went through together. Both of them weren’t the strongest anymore. But, right now, he couldn’t change anything anyways, so he grabbed his guitar and waited for his bandmates who announced to visit him today so they could decide on the final songs for the new album.

Right in that moment the doorbell rang.

That has to be Luke, he’s the only one who’s always too early. Quite an annoying habit if you ask Calum.

"Hey mate!" A smiling Luke said when Calum made his way to the front door and opened it. "Good to see you!"

The exchanged a quick hug and then decided to already go to the music room and wait for the other two men.

"So…is Milly here today?" Luke whispered. At first Calum reacted rather irritated. Why would he ask that? But he quickly realized, what it was for.

"No she actually had to leave today, it was very urgent." After this little- situation, where he told the three boys about Milly’s plans, he never mentioned it again. And to be honest, he didn’t really want to talk about it with them in the first place. It was something, Milly should decide on whether the band should know about it. So, since then, he always made up excuses why Milly wasn’t there.

Turns out they need lots of groceries and Milly even has to do something for work when she’s actually on vacation… he felt bad to lie to his bandmates like that, but this was the easiest way.

"Well, about her birthday present…" Luke said, but couldn’t finish the sentence because the two got interrupted by the doorbell.

Maybe they could continue this talk after the others left again. He really hoped so. Milly’s birthday present was something he had planned for almost 3 months now, if anything goes wrong, he'd be very mad and disappointed about it.

Calum and Luke greeted the two other men at the door together and quickly got back into his music room.

When he and Milly changed rooms a year ago, Calum really put all his effort into this room and tried giving it a personal touch. Milly’s old office was one of the biggest rooms on the second floor in the house, so he knew right at the beginning, he wanted to include a little sofa so he and the guys could sit down together and have a chat. He painted the walls in his favorite color, olive green, which really gave the room a cosy aesthetic. Of course there was lots of technical stuff in the room, taking up lots of space: computers, recording equipment, microphones.

But the most important part, the heart of the room, were the instruments. Calum had 3 bass guitars, 2 normal guitars and a small drums kit for Ashton in the room. Whenever Calum didn’t want to talk to anyone and just needed some time to think, he just sat down here, in this room, and hummed a melody while playing a quiet song on the guitar, it relaxed him in an admittedly strange way.

The two awards they got for Youngblood and Sounds good, feels good hanging on the wall, always reminded him, HOW lucky he got. To find these amazing three people, to tour with One Direction, to get this incredible fans, but most importantly to meet Milly, most likely the love of his life, the person he’s gonna grow old with.

"Okay, so. Let’s start easy, which songs should definitely be a single, which songs should have a video?" Ashton asked. Their manager informed them, all the songs were already recorded, they just needed to know which songs will be the final album and they need to find the right strategy to release the music.

"I think Old Me is the right choice for a music video." Micheal said into the silent room.

Calum nodded. "Yeah, Old Me kind of deserves it, doesn’t it?" He said. The song represents our story as a band and what we’ve been through. It’s very special to all of us.

„Yeah, you’re right.“ ,Micheal mentioned, "But I don’t think it'd be a good idea making it a single, it’s too- slow for that."

The day went on like this. Talking, deciding, arguing, mocking Luke. Till all three of them (finally) left and he didn’t get a chance to talk about Milly’s birthday present with Luke.

Great.

Milly’s POV:

I parked my car in the same spot that, even though I now visited it the third time, still feels so strange to me. The fact that I already got so far in the search and will probably find out even more today, made me happy on one side, but the other side of me just was scared of what I would possibly find out today. What if its too much for me to handle?

I made my way to a door, the same door I had stood in front of when Calum called me and told me Louis was in the hospital. It seemed so far away, even though it was just three weeks ago.

My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest when I reached out to the doorbell and rang it.

Then I waited.

And waited.

And then I heard steps in the house, walking towards the door.

When the door opened, I couldn’t see the person opening it, but heard a soft woman voice.

"Hello dear, can I help you?" She asked and opened the door further so I could finally see her. She was older, probably in her 70s or 80s, had short, grey hair and wore a thick pullover with white and dark blue stripes.

The warm smile on her face made me feel more relaxed.

"Well, I don’t know if you can help me, but… well.", I took a deep breath. What can possibly go wrong with being nice and asking?, "Do you know something about the last owners of this house?" I asked, hoping for a 'yes'.

The warm smile on the woman’s face slowly faded and turned into a confused and curious look. Oh no. Of course she didn’t knew them, could’ve been too easy.

"Well, why are you asking?" Wait, maybe she still met them.

"Long story…" I said, waiting for her to say whether she has enough time to listen to what I had to say.

"I’m just an old grandma, I have time." She responded, asking me to come inside.

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The couple, whose names were Lily and Evan Hudson, lived in a small and tiny house with vintage and sometimes old furniture. You could feel that very sweet people had lived her for many many years. The history in this house was undeniable.

Lily’s husband was as lovely as herself, they were literally made for each other.

All three of us sat down in the kitchen, Lily even gave me a cup of tea.

When I told them about my story, where I grew up, the first time I came to Australia, when I moved in with Calum and the things I already found out about my parents, I saw tiny tears shining in Lily’s eyes.

Surprisingly, it felt rather easy to tell complete strangers about me and my history. I wasn’t nervous at all and did not have to cry when explaining the sudden death of my mom. Maybe that are the effects of being a lawyer, you get better at talking about particular topics and issues.

When I finished, I got compassionate looks from both of them.

Lily was the first to break the silence. "Well, this is a very fascinating story, I must say." She looked at her husband, as if she wanted to convince him to say something to me.

"Umm… yeah. And now you came here to ask us for information?" He instead said, much to the disappointment of his wife. I nodded, they weren’t angry at me, were they? Let’s just hope not…

"And of course we'd love to help you, right Evan?" Lily gave her husband a threatening look. These two were really funny, the way they were messing with each other made me chuckle slightly. In my mind, I imagined Calum and me acting like this when we’re old and grey.

I have to admit, I think about our future together quite often. There was no doubt, I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted to have a beautiful wedding with all my friends and family. I often dreamed about an amazing proposal, with lots of rose petals and him kneeling down on one knee.

But this would most likely not happen, Calum was a romantic guy, but he was extremely shy and would probably never have enough courage to propose. I knew that.

But a girl can dream, right?

"It would mean so much to me if you could tell me anything about them." I said to the couple.

"Well, so what I can tell you, is that your parents were the most nice people you can ever imagine. Just like you!" Evan responded, smiling at me. And that caused my poor heart to make a little jump. They had been nice!

"They moved here because it was the only house they could afford at the time. Holly loved talking to others and had often friends over.", Lily said, smiling and giggling when she thought about it.," She was like a social butterfly! But your dad. Oh well, he didn’t feel comfortable. Everyone could tell." Lily laughed and Evan continued talking, still having a wide smile on his face. You could definitely see, these people really liked my parents.

"When they found out Holly was pregnant, they threw a little party in their garden behind the house. We were so happy for them, they’d be the perfect parents." All these little stories made me so happy and helped me feel more connected to them. It truly helped talking to this couple. With my search and with healing my inner child.

"But- if everyone was really happy for them… why did they gave me away?" I asked, a question that had been in my mind for the last few minutes, since they started talking about Holly's pregnancy.

Lily let out a sigh and compassionately touched my arm.

"They moved away before Holly gave birth to you, we did not knew they gave you away…and to be honest, we are truly surprised that the really did" She said, not knowing she just shattered my heart to pieces.

I was so sure, I'd find out everything today. But, of course it couldn’t be that easy.

"We did knew that they left a few pictures behind though. Arthur had a troubled past and wanted to close up with that chapter by leaving these pictures behind, he told me only one day before they moved." Evan added, giving me a little bit of hope that I could still find them. Somehow. Somewhere.

"But you have no idea to which place they moved, right?" I asked, already expecting a 'no', which I received in form from a head shake.

"I- I got one final question." Lily and Evan gave me an encouraging nod, giving me some extra strength. "Were they really loving me?" Somehow, my voice started breaking and tears formed in my eyes. This was a little too much for me after all.

Lily immediately stood up from her chair and embraced me and I let out a quiet sob. My heart felt like it crushed together by these many emotions that I felt at the same time. Confusion, Anger, Sadness and Hope.

When she let go, she looked at me closely and responded: "They did, don’t you worry." And then added something that gave me even more incentive to finally meet them. "You have your father’s eyes. It’s crazy, look Evan!"

When her husband took a closer look at me, he said the same thing. " it’s true, I always thought his eyes looked like an actual piece of chocolate, yours remind me of that too."

I slightly chuckled and thanked them for helping me so much. After all, I didn’t want to stay as long. They probably had so much other stuff to do.

Without me noticing, Evan stood up and when he came back he suddenly handed me a little piece of paper with a telephone number written on it.

"I can’t promise you anything, but Ms. Jackson had been a very close friend of Holly's. Maybe she knows where they are now and how you can meet them." He said.

What. The. Hell.

I could maybe meet them?! Oh my god.

Tears started forming in my eyes again and I quickly hugged Evan, much to his surprise actually. But I didn’t care about that.

I got a number from a friend. From an actual friend of theirs.

Even when I parked my car in front of my house, I still couldn’t believe it, that I was so close to my goal. My goal that I had for years and years.

Much to my surprise, I noticed Niall's car that he loaned at the airport when he cane to Australia. Him and Calum were most likely listening to their songs together and playing around like two middle school boys. Idiots.

But at least I could tell them about my truly exciting news together!

I opened the door in Milly-style-speed and quickly started searching for the two men and finally found them in Calum music room on the second floor.

I was right.

"Mills!" Niall exclaimed when I suddenly appeared in the door frame.

Calum got up from his little chair and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "How was it?" Strange, was it just me, or did he look quite scared? I'm probably just overthinking again, as always.

"Guess what, I got a telephone number of an old friend from my mom! She maybe still knows them!" I said, starting to jump and squealed at the end. It just was such exciting news!

Both of them joined in on my little happy dance and we spent the rest of the night, listening to Niall’s music together and eating pizza to celebrate my amazing day.

#maddys fanfic

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psychelis-new · 6 months

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I know I kept sending short asks cuz those are at the spur of moment but.

I just wanna express my appreciation towards you.

You're an amazing gift to this community. I started feeling a lil uhhh scared? Reserved? Around you. Maybe cuz it's your theme being monochromatic and very aesthetic, and how you form your words and sentence. It's like... Very well thought out and trying to keep things neutral, which is very opposite of the chaotic me.

However, that aspect of you gives out a peaceful vibe as well. There's a slow sense of secured comfort, where people can just rest here and read your PACs with a cup of tea in hand.

I know we don't really interact much but I think (and feel) that there's a mutual respect that we have with each other. I mean, we do respect each other and other people, but maybe (just maybe) the mutual respect we share is slightly different? It's more than just mutuals, but we can take that further. Can we be closer friends?

So yeah, I think it's the caffeine hitting in the morning but yeah I really wanted to get this out. I hope that things are doing well for you and wish that all good things fall upon you. I await more readings but I also await more random notes/stories or anything that you wanna share. Seeing you on my dashboard just makes me happy!

And I hope you're happy as well! Take care, stay hydrated, stay comfy, and may you get through whatever challenges life throws at you. <3

First of all, thank you Ann! I've been reading this as I woke up but I needed a little time to collect my thoughts (and go training) before answering you: I am not that used to receive so much appreciation from someone heh. This said, let me tell you you made my day: I've been smiling reading through the whole ask. :)

I'm sorry I'm not as good at expressing the emotions I feel as you are. It's something I still have to work on (yay emotional abuse!). Maybe this is what makes me look scary and closed off at first, or maybe it's also cause I don't really take too much part in the community either (not even from my other main account: sorry everyone, I am like this lol I tend do change my mind and follow my guts a lot). It may be because of a not so good experience back when I didn't have good boundaries (which made me come back with pretty strict ones before finding a new balance), and because that's what I realized I should do from the *often implied* feedback I get: people are here for what I can give them in terms of readings and advices or messages, they don't care that much about me as a person (and I accept that ofc! not judging anyone: this blog is about tarots, not about me), so I don't often share much of myself nor I tend to dm to too many people unless I feel there can be mutual interest of any kind.

Differently from you, I'm also pretty introverted I guess lol. But I am very happy that at least in my readings and answers you can find a bit of peace and comfort cause that's what I feel is my main job here and on my other blog too. Trying to help y'all and make you feel understood cause life is pretty stressing, and so it's healing and all, and we all need a break and someone to put a blanket on us sometimes, right?

Anyway, aside from this little explanation I feel I owed everyone in a way...

I would really love to become closer friend with you. I think you are a very talented and outgoing person which I really admire. You call yourself chaotic and for the little I have seen maybe your main blog is (and I am honestly saying this with a smile and lot of love) but Idk, what I feel around you is just a very sweet and deeply good energy. This energy can take any form imo, even the chaotic one, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter: it's what there's at the core that matters. And yours is a funny cute chaotic imo. Which I really appreciate. I wish you to receive lot of love, support, appreciation and hundreds if not more of good things. And that you can be strong through difficulties and trials and just know that if you need even to just vent, here I am :)

Take care, stay safe, stay hydrated you too and be well<3 And okay let's dm lol

#.#lovely words

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the-metaphorical-jellicle-cat · 2 years

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Coffee or Tea

This is what happens when you are trying to finish writing two emotional fics but instead find this cute writing prompt that needed to be used asap! I mean, I actually love what I have here and it never fails me how much I can write in almost 30 minutes. As I was writing it I discovered that I made everything as basic as possible. From the descriptions all the way to the actions. There is no plot (?) and I think that made it easier. I wrote as if I watching a film or reading a book. This is a specific scene that doesn’t need a continuance or even what happened before.

Enough talking. Here are some things to note about this short fic: Characters: Skimbleshanks and Jennyanydots AU: Human Ages of Characters: They are adults over the age of 25 Warnings: None

This follows a random headcanon that thought Skimbleshanks loves tea with a bit of scotch, he also enjoys coffee too in the morning. But only sometimes. Writing prompt: - it's early morning and as character A is making coffee or tea in the kitchen, they feel character B wrap their arms behind them and whisper in their groggy morning voice, "come back to bed."

It was known to many that Skimbleshanks was an early riser mostly due to his job on the rails. So one may say it was more of a habit than anything. Today was just like one of those. Except something was different.

His house was silent other than the sounds from the birds outside. He chuckled. Sometimes it was wonderful to listen to near silence.

But to make things better, he made his way to the kitchen where he carefully began the quiet process of making coffee and tea.

The coffee was for him as tea did almost nothing to wake him up. The caffeine was rather lackluster to him.

He let the coffee drip into his cup as he went to begin the process of heating the kettle. Though he was not the one for tea, he knew someone who did and it would be a surprise for them to get a hot cup from him.

Just as he was about to pour the hot steamy water into the cup, he felt Jenny wrap her arm around his waist.

“Come back to bed, dear” she whispered, her voice still groggy from waking up.

He only paused for a moment, thinking about what to do next. So he finished filling the cup, turned around, and hugged his sweet Jenny.

“I couldn’t fall back to sleep.” He whispered back. “And I made your favorite tea.”

He felt her laugh vibrate in the hug. “Then I guess I’ll need to drink it then if it’s made by you dear.”

They broke the hug so Skimbleshanks could finish preparing their morning drinks. Though this time he did it with an even greater smile knowing how lucky he was to have Jenny.

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I don't think I've posted a fic solely on Tumblr in a while and might post it on AO3. What do you guys think?

@storyweaverofgondor @uppastthejelliclemoon @roxycake @is-it-mungojerry-or-rumpelteazer @the-pied-pipers-assistant @queen-with-the-quill @thunderwhenhepurrs @dramatical-cat

#cats the musical fandom #cats the musical fan fiction #this is what happens when you fins a prompt #writing prompt #skimbledots #skimbleshanks #jennyanydots

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itsjustsun · 2 years

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Tea Ceremony weekly reflections.

Within my lifestyle which prioritizes health and simplicity a tranditional tea ceremony promotes just that. As of recent I’ve been spending more time working at home and doing what I can to take care of myself. Mind, body, and spirit. Tea ceremony is a tradition in Japan especially followed by monks as a time for deep meditation, communion, & for a productive day(it just helps connecting you with spirit and your intentions). I have quite a few. That I’m embodying & prescribing to my daily life.

As of late I’ve been spending more time alone than ever. Reflecting on pains, what ifs, and moving forward into more of a purposeful life. My mothers passing really traumatized me more than I thought, but it has triggered so much healing & recently I find god guiding me back to my roots. In tea ceremony my tea of choice is matcha. Matcha is my choice because it is great for a variety of things.

• Matcha pretty much is a powdered version of green tea making it more potent and to work effectively and boy it is expensive(to save a little coin I buy mine in bulk rather than the bags. You’ll get more and then the price you’ll be spending is worth it because it cuts my daily coffee visit of $8 or less in half now it’ll be my Friday treat…a work day of blogging at the coffee shop) As you know green tea is great for bloating, weight loss, skin health, bad breath, inflammation and more things like giving you energy. Matcha is a beautiful caffeine replacement because it doesn’t trigger your stress hormones like coffee does which causes you to be dehydrated which matcha actually hydrates you. Being dehydrated can cause weight gain, break outs, and give you intense headaches, constipation and more. A cup of coffee as you know isn’t really bad, but then the excess that is put into the coffee is what causes the friction because coffee itself is known to help with reducing body weight. Those are my matcha quick facts. I have a separate blog post coming soon giving y’all all of the tea into matcha.

Anyway I’m my meditative state I got to a space of feeling at ease. You know my mothers passing really triggered me on top of the things. that I face outside of that surprising moment. Sometimes I still sit in my head like what happened. What tf happened. You know loosing a parent I guess it makes you feel like damn I lost parts of myself. It hindered my communication skills in a way bc my mom was the person I tell 1000% everything too. When I got sick my mom was the 1st person honestly one of the only who I knew who’s support I can trust. I always called my mom & talk to her about just everything I deal with. And in a sense right I’m a young man now coming to understand death makes you kinda sit with life and want to finish living. Honestly I kinda dissociated before, but after I completely withdrawn. Meditation taught me to finish living while your here so this tea ceremony came with immense vulnerability with myself, but deep gratitude with the fact that I’m still living and that I am indeed okay and god will make a way. And an inner knowing that I am supported in many ways. I’ve been in a stage of becoming a bit more intentional. Watching the things I say, analyzing my environments and maintaining the peace where I can. When I can. And how I can. That’s what Tao teaches us. And to live requires peace. Peace is good health. Good friendships. Healed hearts. And appreciation of life not the depletion of life.

I’ve been working really hard to discipline myself in order to really step into that Tao state of being. Tempering my emotions & producting my peace. And reversing/breaking curses. A curse I wanna break for myself is Ill health. I think as adults sometimes & adults who are doing the work to heal our inner child to become better ppl more whole of a person that’ll help us a lot with our journeys and walk in fulfilling our purpose and understanding what that truly looks like. That’s not fame, money, or fortune. Purpose comes with integrity and heart; being true to oneself and doing the work to reverse the hurt and know that god will indeed or spirit if you don’t believe in god or life will ground us and have us in the most rawest form of experience to have us fulfill…our purpose. Which sometimes comes with a change of environment, a change of ppl, mindset and change in actions. Sometimes that action is get to hustling. That hustle is that work we put into ourselves to show up as our best self so we can fulfill our purpose. Stepping into my purpose has been hard because I have to loose the act of wanting to be serviced to now servicing right. The discipline of being strong, honest, resilient, silent compassionate as well as willing to be taught. Loving being taught.

Meditation to me is the ultimate teacher. That’s why I try to incorporate tea ceremony bc it makes my meditation way more focused way more intentional. Way more of a feeling of intense intimacy with my space. I’ve learned so much just through meditation especially of myself. That shadow self really says hi just for you to get your shit right. Also it helps with my anxiety and keeping the vibrations high. My anxiety be kicking me all over the place and the only thing I begin to focus on is how to calm myself down. I recommend it. Usually I shift towards smoking, but I feel I’ve been wanting to shift more over to steeping my flower. I’m just on my Bruce lee shit livin as stress free as possible. Unpack. Let go. And pretty much forget all the shit of the past and be in gratitude to say we have a past and that the realization of presence is a promise of the future.

I have an immense respect for monks and Buddhism bc it really Simpifies the complications and shows us a more softer side to our connection to god even tho Buddhism doesn’t enforce the belief in god, it teaches great life order . I don’t push away or demonize any religious practice or spiritual belief. I can only speak for myself to me god shows up in everything and everybody even in the most ugliest of situations. I know through my own personal relationship even an opportunity that came randomly early this morning was god showing up for me and I manifested the result without having all the tangible goods to really get what I was supposed to be recieving, but simply right place right time. The angels was like here baby. Take your blessing. That’s what this whole meditation is on doing giving us the proper things we need to do to recieve our blessings.

See you later,

-Sun.

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fvhealth · 8 months

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How to Sleep Better at Night

Are you tired of tossing and turning all night trying to get that elusive good night's sleep? You're not by yourself. Many people struggle to obtain enough quality sleep, which can have a significant influence on their overall health. The good news is that you may take efforts to improve your sleep and wake up feeling refreshed and revitalized. In this blog post, we'll look at the different stages of sleep, the reasons of sleep deprivation, the impact on your health, and, most importantly, some helpful hints for getting a better night's sleep. So grab a cup of herbal tea and prepare to learn the secrets of peaceful sleep!

The Various Sleep Stages

When it comes to sleep, there is more than meets the eye. In truth, your brain and body go through multiple distinct stages of restorative sleep during the night.

NREM (non-rapid eye movement) sleep is the first stage. This first stage usually lasts 5-10 minutes and serves as a transitional time between wakefulness and deeper slumber. During this period, your muscles relax, your heart rate decreases, and your brain waves slow.

The longest stage of sleep is NREM stage 2! Your body temperature decreases even further, your breathing becomes more regular, and your brain wave activity slows even more. During this stage, your body heals itself from the wear and tear of everyday living.

Then there's NREM stage 3, also known as profound sleep. This is when your body enters its most restorative state, also known as slow-wave sleep (SWS). To promote healing, blood pressure drops, respiration slows, and blood supply to muscles rises.

There is REM (rapid eye movement) sleep, which is the dreamy state during which most dreaming occurs. REM sleep, despite being associated with vivid dreams due to increased brain activity levels similar to waking hours, causes your muscles to become briefly paralyzed.

Sleep Deprivation Factors

Sleep deprivation can be caused by a variety of circumstances. A hectic lifestyle and high levels of stress are two prominent causes. Many people are always juggling job, family, and personal obligations, leaving little time for proper relaxation.

Poor sleep patterns are another prevalent cause of sleep deprivation. This includes having irregular bedtimes, drinking too much caffeine, and utilizing electronic gadgets before bed. These habits might interfere with our natural sleep-wake cycle, making it difficult to fall or stay asleep throughout the night.

Sleep deprivation can also be caused by certain medical disorders. Insomnia, sleep apnea, and restless leg syndrome are all conditions that can interfere with the quality and duration of our sleep.

Environmental factors also play a role. Sleeping difficulties can be exacerbated by noise pollution, uncomfortable temperatures, and an uncomfortable mattress or pillow.

Certain medications or substances can impair our capacity to sleep well. Stimulants such as caffeine or nicotine can keep us awake, while other drugs may have sleep-interfering adverse effects.

To address these reasons of sleep deprivation and improve our general quality of life, we must emphasize healthy sleep habits and establish an atmosphere favorable to deep slumber.

The Consequences of Sleep Deprivation

Sleep deprivation can have serious consequences for our physical and emotional health. When we consistently do not get enough quality sleep, it can have a variety of harmful consequences.

Impaired cognitive function is a common side effect of sleep deprivation. We may struggle to concentrate, make decisions, or remember facts. Our ability to solve problems and think creatively can also be impaired.

In addition to cognitive difficulties, a lack of sleep can have a negative impact on our emotions. We may become irritable or moody, or we may have increased anxiety and despair. This can strain relationships and have a negative impact on our general quality of life.

Sleep deprivation has also been related to an increased risk of obesity, diabetes, heart disease, and even shortened lifespans. It lowers the immune system, making us more vulnerable to infections such as colds and flu.

Inadequate sleep also has a negative impact on our physical performance. Fatigue decreases reaction times and degrades coordination abilities, which can lead to accidents or injuries at work or in sports.

How to Get a Good Night's Sleep

Getting enough sleep is essential for our general health and well-being. If you're having trouble getting enough rest, here are some suggestions:

1. Create a nighttime ritual: Before going to bed, create a calming habit to communicate to your body that it's time to unwind. This could include reading, taking a warm bath, or practicing relaxation techniques such as deep breathing.

2. Make your bedroom sleep-friendly by keeping it cold, dark, and quiet. If required, use blackout curtains or earplugs.

3. Limit screen time: The blue light emitted by electronic gadgets can interfere with your sleep habits. Avoid using screens at least an hour before going to bed.

4. Watch what you eat and drink: Avoid eating large meals close to bedtime because they can interfere with digestion and induce sleeping discomfort. Limit your caffeine intake in the afternoon and evening, as it can interfere with your ability to fall asleep.

5. Engage in regular physical activity: Regular physical activity might improve the quality of your sleep. Just keep in mind that exercising too close to bedtime may leave you feeling invigorated rather than calm.

Conclusion

Getting enough sleep is critical for our general health and well-being. We may improve our quality of life by learning the different stages of sleep, identifying the causes of sleep deprivation, recognizing the consequences it can have on our bodies, and applying some useful sleep suggestions.

Surrey Acupuncture and massage therapy are complementary treatments that might help you relax and sleep better. For ages, these methods have been utilized to relieve pain, reduce stress, and improve general physical and mental health. Consider investigating these holistic options if you're suffering from chronic pain or discomfort that is interfering with your ability to obtain a decent night's sleep.

Cupping therapy is another option to consider. This ancient treatment involves producing suction on specific regions of the body with glass or silicone cups. Cupping has been shown to relax muscle tension, reduce inflammation, and promote blood flow circulation, all of which may contribute to better sleep quality.

If you were recently injured in an accident, such as a car accident or a work-related incident, and are experiencing continuous Surrey Pain or discomfort that is interfering with your sleep, ICBC treatment may be beneficial for you. Seeking professional assistance from competent practitioners who specialize in treating accident-related injuries can give relief from both physical symptoms and associated emotional concerns.

Remember that everyone's path to improved sleep is different; what works for one person may not work for another. It's critical to pay attention to your body's signals and experiment with different tactics until you find what works best for you.

#Surrey Cupping

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