Summary
(For the Speaker) You happen to have the fortune of being a (yandere) guardian angel over one precious human. One day, some packages arrive at the door, addressed to said human. Upon inspecting the packages, you realize they are the materials to summon and bind a succubus. The binding part strikes you as particularly suspicious, as it doesn't give control over the succubus, but just prevents them from leaving. It leads you to suspect that perhaps your human just wants someone who won't leave them. You thus confront your human with the intention to comfort them and assure them that you won't leave them. It's a fear you can empathize with due to your own worries about your human leaving you.
(For the Listener) Well, you got caught. You ordered some materials to summon a succubus but your guardian angel got the package before you did. Your intentions were innocent of course, but looks like you'll have to explain that to your (yandere!) angel. Your only hope is that maybe they can empathize with your insecurities?
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I don't really make writing prompts so I hope this one isn't too bad. Have fun with it!
I don’t entirely know how I got there—I think it was traffic, that time. Yes, it was traffic, wasn’t it? I walked right out into the path of speeding cars, letting them sweep me off the Earth for good. And why wouldn’t I? That’s what you do when there’s a mess; you sweep it up and toss it away.
Yes, traffic. Surely there was no way to botch that, right? The gun misfired, the ceiling gave out when I hung myself from a fan, but traffic is unavoidable. I bet I picked somewhere the cars can drive real fast, just to be sure.
Wait. . . how am I thinking? Where am I?
It’s an odd thing, to realize you’re nowhere, a part of an impossible abyss, like a droplet of mist in a cloud. And yet, as soon as I pondered it, I was in a room of endless white, with a floor and ceiling but seemingly no walls. I had hands again, and legs, and felt my own face—it was warm, kind of. And somewhere in my turning, spinning as if to find something new behind me, I did.
I found her.
“Hey,” she said, her voice sweeter than the ripest summer strawberry, dressed in a white that nearly blended in with our room.
Words and breath caught in my chest as I stared at her, face twitching between sadness and glee.
She walked over, so close I could remember her smell, the lavender in her hair, though it wasn’t really there. A soft smile crept on her face, every bit as melting as I remember.
She slapped me.
I didn’t even react at first, blinking at her, frozen in time. Then, after several seconds of tense staring, her smile faded, replaced with the same look she used to give me when I washed loads of laundry with dryer sheets in them. “You idiot.”
I rubbed at my face; the pain felt real, even if the moment didn’t. Rather odd, isn’t it? “I—you hit me. Why did you hit me?”
She crossed her arms. “You’re lucky I’m only slapping you once for the most recent attempt and not one for every other time you made me step in and save you. Do you know how hard it is to intervene in the material world? There’s no way God is happy with me.”
Shaking my head like a wet dog, I said, “What, what? Attempt? God? What. . . what is going on? Where am I? Is this Heaven? Can you hit someone in Heaven?”
She sighed. “I can’t tell you much. I’m not even supposed to be here, honestly, but. . . damn it, Harry, you can’t keep doing this.”
“What?”
Her brows knitted. “You know what. I know how you feel, but you can’t keep trying to hurt yourself to find me. I don’t want that.”
“It worked, didn’t it? I mean, I’m her
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Alright, let's see, briefcase, coat, plate...no, set down the briefcase and plate, put the coat on...now briefcase, plate, all set...
"Bye, Oddjob. Be good."
In his magnanimity, he deigns to glance around at me before turning to look back outside, tail swishing lightly.
That's gotta be the life. Anyway, out I -- keys. Keys, asshole.
I set down the briefcase and plate again, wishing for the hundredth time I would get up the first time my phone went off so I could eat breakfast at a table like somebody with dignity and self-respect instead of trying to keep it from messing up the interior of my car, or, worse yet, my work outfit. I've got few enough clothes that fit me anymore, can't go getting raspberry jelly stains on my best polo.
I open the closet, grab the keys off the hook on the interior surface of the door, put my briefcase back over my shoulder, shut the closet door, open the front door, pick up the plate in my free hand, and out I go.
crunch
The fuck...?
I tentatively lift my foot and see a red bird lying there. The head is posed at an unnatural angle that I don't think had anything to do with me stepping on it. Great. Yet another early birthday present from...
Oddjob is five feet down the walkway, staring up at me intently. I stare back at him, face and mind both blank. Seconds pass, and Oddjob gives a brief mew of irritation and saunters back inside.
I shut the door and move briskly to my car, half scraping the sole of my shoe as I walk in case there are any bird guts stuck to it.
On my drive to work, I try to remember the last time I saw a cardinal anywhere near my neighborhood.
The day oozes by, one data cell at a time. It is not lost on me that most of what I do - taking someone's handwritten work and inputting it into Excel - is effort reduplication. And I don't let myself think about the fact that the spreadsheets I spend hours on will eventually be printed out and be marked up by a clueless middle manager wield a ballpoint pen. Eventually, the clock gets close enough to 5 pm that I can start what has become a longer and longer "wrapping up" ritual.
I get back in my Yaris and head home. I'm not sure why, but I decide to be "that guy" on the freeway. Usually, I'm much more live-and-let-live during rush hour but I'm not feeling it today. I squeeze every foot out of the merge lane - sometimes borrowing a few more from the shoulder - before I finally bully my way into the line of cars. I guess I just want thi
... keep reading on reddit ➡- It was revealed that Big Mom's Vivre Card can control the Homies which is why even her children cannot possess it.
- The question is how did Lola get a hold of a piece?
- It is a great tool for hiding from Big Mom. It can protect against Homies (I'm not sure about her personal homies like Prometheus). You can keep track of Big Mom's movements. But Lola was completely oblivious about the danger she was in.
- I believe she had secret help.
- I believe this wolf mink and possible other former Nox Pirates (it was revealed in a SBS that a majority of the Nox Pirates relocated to Totto Land) helped Lola escape and gave her Big Mom's vivre card.
- This wolf mink is a citizen of Cacao Island and we later find out that Lola was the Minister of Chocolate overseeing Cacao Island.
- Lola running off ruined Big Mom's plan of controlling the army of Elbaf which according to her would have made her Pirate King.
- This event happened five years ago which is when Big Mom killed Zepo and whittled away Pedro's life span. The Minks from Zou greatly value camaraderie so if the the former Nox Pirates learned what had happened it would have caused strong emotions and possible strong reactions.
- Big Mom tried to pass of Chiffon as Lola but Prince Loki discovered the ruse I wonder if a little angel on his shoulder tipped him off?
- All credit to Artur from Library of Ohara he pointed that the blade that was shown to have struck Pound was different from Oven's and correctly predicted Pound had survived.
- My theory is that the wolf mink intervened and saved Pound by pretending to give him a fatal blade (similar to Denjiro) then later helped him escaped.
- I couldn't find the wolf mink after his first appearance but it was shown that minks were watching the whole ordeal with Oven.
- Lola is a kind person so maybe helping her escape was killing two birds with one stone. The wolf minx was able to help Lola and hurt Big Mom.
Hi. I’m kind of new to this whole thing but I’m very interested and have been doing research, also working on my chakra.
Anyways.
As a kid, I always felt protected by something, so much that it was kind of strange. I was never afraid of death, or something bad happening to my loved ones because I felt this energy around me that always protected me. This went on until I was around 12. Now I’m not even close to feel that energy. In fact, I feel quite the opposite, as if something bad is going to happen all the time.
Is it possible that I lost my guardian angels over time as I became less pure and just a worse person in general? Because I read that not everyone has guardian angels, don’t know if it’s true tho. Thanks.
Okay so I posted this in a relationship advice thing but so far all everyone's told me was to go to a doctor/therapist which I can't do anytime soon though I really want to. (Financial and other issues) I live in the US and Im an 18 yr old guy soon to be 19 I saw in the rules I have to specify this. I don't have any past diagnosises but I don't doubt I have some sort of mental illness. I've self diagnosed with depression for most of my life but I think there's more to my mental health than that. I also have a lot of childhood and adolescent trauma I'm trying to heal from. I want to get a therapist and get properly diagnosed someday, but I can't currently. I just want some help I'm really struggling.
I'm just going to copy paste what I wrote and I hope someone can give me some advice (something other than just telling me to go see someone) or help on how to deal with this/make it better or just let me know if anyone else has experienced this feeling before. I feel really alone I want to know if other people feel these things too.
Me and my boyfriend have been dating for about 7 months I think. We used to be long distance friends since we were both 13 or 14. We started meeting frequently when we got older. After we begun dating we made an effort to make it possible for us to see each other daily. We're going to college together and we're really happy but I can't help but miss him a lot and feel really troubled emotionally. I don't doubt that this might be a mental/personal issue for me because our relationship is really healthy and we work everything we can out, but I don't have a therapist and I don't really know what to do.
Whenever I'm not looking at his face and I become aware of how long it's been since I've looked at him, I get insanely sad. I also have a really hard time feeling his presence (I can usually feel if people are looking at me or if someone's behind me, not with him tho). He says that a lot of people have told him before that he doesnt rly have a presence. I get really scared that he could be a figment of my imagination. My parents know about him (as a friend, I'm closeted), my siblings know about him, and so do my online friends. But I still get so scared that one day I'll blink or turn around or wake up and he won't be there anymore.
This is the first healthy relationship I've been in and I wonder if that might contribute to my like mental confusion? In my past relationships I've been emotionally abused or neglected often. My m
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so infj .. as if they had imagination: what would they look like and what would they do (not just looking at mbti) guardian angel infj? some angel entp? what is your concept
