#( we always seem to cause chaos together / joy )

[kvngsevlgi]

@soovelvetjoy

SEULGI & JOY Allure Korea (July 2019) ph. Ahn Joo Young

[pretzel-box]

Idea for a reverse au fic?

Reader gets flashed by a passing Expendable. How would Sebastian (and reader) take it?

REVERSE AU MASTERLIST HERE

PART 6: RIGHT IN SIGHT

Tags: Light jokes, some action, reader and seb encountering a possible enemy

Words: 1,6k

The sterile, metallic halls of the Hadal Blackside stretched out before you and Sebastian as the two of you moved quietly, scavenging for any useful supplies. Despite the ominous setting, the atmosphere between the two of you was light and carefree as always. You tossed jokes back and forth between each other, your banter echoing softly in the cold, dimly lit corridor. It was rare to get moments like this, where the tension of your reality seemed to melt away and you could focus on the cute human right by your side.

“Look, if we don’t find any decent scrap soon, I’m just gonna start decorating our hideout with broken tech. Really give it that ‘desperate survivor’ vibe,” Sebastian quipped, a grin on his face as he glanced over at you. He liked to impress you with his crappy jokes, taking in the way your expression shifts every single time into one of laugher and joy.

You chuckled, your claws lightly tapping against the floor as you sifted through some debris. “Well, at least if we don’t find anything, we can hang up your terrible sense of humor for decoration.”

He shot you a mock-offended look, not expecting such a good comeback. “Wow. Harsh. And here I thought I was your favorite human.”

You smirked, glancing over at him, your sharp, artificial eyes glowing faintly in the low light. “Well, you are my only human, Seb. That makes you both the best and the worst.”

Sebastian laughed, his voice warm, and for a moment, the cold, underwater world around you felt a little less hostile. It was moments like this that reminded you why you stuck together, why despite all the dangers, you and Sebastian had found a strange, unbreakable bond in this twisted place. Human and experiment—survivors, somehow managing to hold onto something normal in the midst of the chaos.

As you continued searching, something caught your attention—a small device partially buried beneath a pile of broken tech. You crouched down, pulling it free and inspecting it. “Hey, think this could be useful?” you asked, holding it up for Sebastian to see.

He moved closer, studying it for a moment. “Maybe. Could be some old keycard or part of another similar thing. We can figure it out back at the shop.” He grinned again, leaning in just a little too close. “Or, you know, it could just be more junk for your decorating project.” His words hitting your ears, giving you a small shiver down your back, one of the good kind.

Before you could retort, a sudden flash of light exploded in the hallway, blinding you instantly. The sharp, searing brightness hit your sensors like a sledgehammer, causing you to stagger back with a sharp cry. You instinctively raised your arms to shield your face, but it was too late—the damage was done.

“Shit!” Sebastian cursed, his voice suddenly serious, filled with panic. He grabbed your arm, trying to steady you. “Hold on, I’ve got you—”

The flash beacon. You knew the feeling all too well. It was a device designed to disable experiments like you, to overload your optical systems and incapacitate you. Your vision flickered wildly, and the surge of light made your entire body feel disoriented, unstable. Whoever it was—they knew exactly how to neutralize you.

“Seb…” you rasped, struggling to regain control of your vision, but it was hard to focus, hard to even stand with your lack of balance. Your body felt like it was shutting down, forced into a state of emergency reboot.

Sebastian tightened his grip on your arm, his eyes darting around the hallway as he scanned for whoever had used the beacon. “Stay with me, okay? Don’t worry. We’re getting out of here,” he said, his voice full of determination. He quickly crouched, grabbing a piece of scrap metal as a makeshift weapon.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and you both knew that whoever was behind the attack was getting closer. You could feel the weight of the situation pressing down, but you couldn’t help but curse internally—this was supposed to be a routine scavenging trip. A fun, light-hearted break from the usual dangers.

But now, everything had turned dangerous.

“Can you move?” Sebastian asked urgently, his arm slipping around your waist to help you stand.

You groaned, trying to focus through the buzzing in your head. “Yeah... I think so. Just... need a second.”

“We don’t have a second,” he muttered, glancing down the corridor again, his expression grim.

With Sebastian’s support, you managed to take a shaky step, but your body still felt off, uncooperative. It was taking longer than usual to recover, and the frustration gnawed at you. You were supposed to protect him, not the other way around.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though your voice was shaky, the lie obvious. “Let’s just... get out of here.”

But before either of you could move, another blinding light filled the hallway. You felt Sebastian’s body tense beside you, and through your still-fragmented vision, you could see the silhouette of a figure approaching—whoever they were, they were armed, and they weren’t here to help.

“Stay behind me,” Sebastian whispered, his voice low and tense.

Even in your weakened state, you couldn’t stand the idea of Sebastian putting himself in harm’s way for you. You were the experiment, the one designed to handle danger, not him. But as the figure drew closer, you realized that this time, it wasn’t going to be so easy.

“Seb...” you started, but before you could say anything more, a sound filled the hallway and three red dots pointed at you—a turret, aimed directly at the two of you.

The moment the turret whirred to life, its mechanical sound sent a jolt of adrenaline through your systems. The barrel locked onto you and Sebastian, a low hum signaling that it was ready to fire.

"Seb, get behind me!" you shouted, your voice cutting through the chaos.

Sebastian didn’t hesitate, ducking behind a pile of debris as you moved toward the turret. You felt your senses returning bit by bit, the effects of the flash beacon still present but waning. The danger of the turret, however, forced your mind into sharp focus.

The mysterious figure, cloaked in shadows, smirked before glancing up at the vent near the floor. They were quick, nimble, and clearly had the upper hand in this situation. You knew they were planning to escape, but you couldn’t focus on them right now—not with the turret locked onto you both.

The turret's motor clicked, and you heard it ready to fire. You dove behind a nearby crate as it began unleashing a barrage of bullets, pinging off the walls and scattering bits of metal everywhere.

“Damn it,” you muttered under your breath. You peeked out from behind the crate, your eyes locking onto the base of the turret. You could see it—a control panel just beneath the rotating barrel. If you could just reach it, you might be able to disable the turret before it turned Sebastian or you into scrap metal.

“I’ll cover you!” Sebastian shouted, grabbing a nearby chunk of debris and tossing it toward the turret. It clanged off the barrel, momentarily redirecting its attention.

Now’s your chance.

You launched yourself out from behind the crate, hurrying toward the turret as it recalibrated its aim. The whir of the barrel grew louder, and you could feel the heat of the bullets whizzing past you, narrowly missing as you zigzagged toward the base. Your claws dug into the ground as you slid to the control panel, your fingers immediately working to pry it open.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the figure climbing into the vent, the grating pulled aside. They paused for a split second, glancing back at you and Sebastian, a look of triumph in their eyes. Then, with one swift movement, they disappeared into the vent, the cover sliding back into place.

“No time to worry about them now,” you growled, focusing on the control panel in front of you. The wires were a mess of colors, tangled and confusing, but you didn’t have the luxury of being careful. The turret’s barrel shifted again, locking back onto you, and you knew you had seconds before it would fire.

With a sharp inhale, you jammed your claw into the circuitry, pulling a handful of wires free. Sparks flew, and for a moment, the turret seemed to stall. Its motor whirred in confusion, the barrel twitching as if trying to re-engage its targeting system. You ripped another cluster of wires loose, praying you hit the right ones.

Suddenly, the turret powered down with a groan, the barrel slumping to the side as its lights blinked out. The hallway fell into a heavy silence, the echo of the gunfire still lingering in your ears.

You exhaled in relief, leaning back against the wall as your systems tried to calm down from the sudden burst of activity.

Sebastian emerged from behind the debris, wide-eyed and impressed. “Holy crap, you did it.”

“Yeah,” you breathed, wiping the back of your hand across your forehead. “But they got away.”

Sebastian glanced up at the vent, frowning. “Figures. Whoever they were, they knew this place too well. But I’m not worried about them right now.”

He crouched down next to you, his expression softening. “You alright? That was a close one.”

You managed a tired grin. “Takes more than a turret to take me down. But I must admit, I was almost as pierced as a slice of cheese.”

He chuckled, giving you a pat on the shoulder. “Good to know. Let’s just hope there aren’t more surprises like that waiting for us. Also…a cute slice of cheese.”

The compliment made you break into a smile despite the thoughts in your head.

As you both stood and began to gather yourselves, you couldn’t shake the lingering thought of the figure who had escaped. They were fast, resourceful, and clearly knew how to navigate the facility. But right now, your priority was survival.

[cera-writes]

Nightcrawler with an SO who can split herself into different emotions with each emotion having a different power. Maybe the emotions are running rampant and causing mischief and Kurt is the only person who can wrangle them in.

Emotional Rampage

A/N: this was a cute request! Sorry it took me a while to get it written for you <3

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x reader

Tags: reader-insert, fluff, angst, emotional turmoil, inner demons, pet names, established relationship, endearments

Nightcrawler materialized in a kitchen bathed in the dimly dark sheen of Fear's shadow manipulation. Dishes clattered as Sullen slammed a cabinet door shut. Overhead, Joy buzzed like a rogue wasp, leaving a sonic trail.

This was Tuesday.

"Alright, alright," Kurt held his hands up, teleporting a plate out of Sullen's path. "Let's calm down, everyone. Was ist los?

Fear flickered, casting distorted shadows of Kurt's normally cheerful grin. "Something's wrong, Kurt. I don't like it."

Joy, a blur of pink energy, zipped around the room. "But we don't know what it is! That's the problem!"

Sullen, radiating a low rumble of disapproval, crossed their arms. "We need to find it. Now."

Kurt sighed. "Ich verstehe, but causing a scene won't help. Tell me what's bothering you."

Silence. Fear dimmed, then flickered again. "It's… a feeling. Something dark approaching."

Joy buzzed impatiently. "Exactly! But without knowing what 'it' is, we can't stop it!"

Kurt, ever the mediator, took a deep breath. "Alright. How about this? We work together. Fear, show me what you sense. Joy, scout ahead with your speed. Und Sullen, if we need to throw down, you've got my back, right?"

Hesitation, then a grudging nod from each fragment. Fear pulsed, sending tendrils of shadow that snaked out the window, pointing towards the city's abandoned amusement park. Joy zipped out with a whoosh, leaving a faint pink afterimage. And Sullen, with a grunt, followed Kurt as he bamfed them out of the chaos.

Standing on the creaky Ferris wheel platform, fear tingled on Kurt's skin. Fear's shadows pointed towards a dark, swirling vortex at the center of the park. It pulsed with a malevolent energy.

Joy reported back, a worried frown etched on their normally carefree face. "Kurt, it's like… a negative-me. It feeds on fear."

Suddenly, a shadowy figure materialized, a twisted reflection of Kurt, complete with pointed ears and a barbed tail. "Ah, Nightcrawler. And your precious little emotions. This will be fun."

A fight ensued. Sullen's strength met the dark doppelganger's blows head-on. Joy zipped around, creating sonic disruptions that momentarily weakened the creature. But it was Kurt, teleporting in surprise attacks while Fear channeled courage into him, who finally managed to land a decisive bamf, sending the negative entity back into the vortex.

With the threat neutralized, the fragments drifted back towards you, their forms merging. You sighed, exhaustion clinging to you like a second skin. "Thanks, guys," you whispered, a soft smile gracing your lips.

Kurt pulled you close. "Anytime, Liebchen. Though, maybe next time we could save the demolition for the bad guys?"

A tired giggle escaped you. "Promise." Leaning into his warmth, you watched the city lights twinkle back to life.

Later, curled up on the couch with mugs of hot cocoa, Kurt hesitantly brought up your emotional outburst. "Liebling," he began, his voice laced with concern, "ist alles in Ordnung? These episodes seem to be happening more often."

You snuggled closer, appreciating the gentle way he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. "I don't know, Kurt. It's like… a tangled mess in here sometimes. All these emotions, and I can't always control them."

Kurt squeezed your hand. "But that's what I love about you, Schatz. You wear your heart on your sleeve, in all its beautiful, chaotic glory. And I'll always be here to help you sort through the mess, together."

His words, laced with his endearing native tongue, warmed you more than the cocoa ever could. You realized that even the most complex emotions couldn't dampen the love you shared, a love that thrived on understanding and a whole lot of patience. With a contented sigh, you leaned your head on his shoulder, the tramclings of the evening forgotten. In Kurt's arms, you knew you had a safe haven, a sanctuary where even your most turbulent emotions could find peace.

[delusionalgirlswatchf1]

“You think I’m an excellent f2 driver?”[Paul Aron x reader]

Y/N watched Paul smile to something Dino said. She always admired the way he seemed relaxed and carefree,like he was the king of a world.

Well,a world she could never live.

It was okay though,watching was enough.

Y/N sighed and started walking to her desk. Rene wanted some stuff for the PR team and she had to get it ready before tomorrow. Everybody was gone cause the race was over,they were probably off to celebrate. Y/N got comfortable at her chair and opened the laptop. She was ready to get to work until she felt someone was behind her.

“You never rest,do you?”

A voice she was awfully familiar with. She turned back to face the infamous Paul Aron.

“Well someone has to work.”

“After the race we won? I dont think so. The only thing you have to do is party.”

Paul got closer and sat on the chair next to her. Y/N smiled.

“Getting drunk and going crazy at a bar is not really my style.”

Paul chuckled.

“I know. It would be good to see you get wasted for once though.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back to her laptop. She could sense Paul was pouting.

“Shouldn’t you be at the party and celebrate like everyone else?”

“I should be. But Im not leaving without you. Come on Y/N,I need you there.”

Y/N felt her heart twisted. Time to time, Paul would say nice things to her like that and every time,she would feel like floating.

“You got Dino and Ollie,you will be fine.”

“Three of us together is literally the meaning of chaos and you know that very well. I will be everything but fine.”

Y/N chuckled and looked straight into Paul’s ocean blue eyes.

“Is this how you talk about your friends,Paul?”

“Its how I talk about “them”.Does that mean you are coming?”

Paul said with a teasing tone. He came closer to her desk and put his head on his hand.

“I have things to do.Not all of us are an excellent f2 driver.”

Y/N said with a bright smile. Paul’s eyes light up with joy.

“You think I’m an excellent f2 driver?”

“Is that the only thing you got from that sentence?”

“Maybe. Maybe it was the only thing I wanted to hear.”

Y/N felt she was blushing so she turned back and acted like she was getting something from her bag. Paul grinned,

“You are aware that I can see you blushing,right? You don’t have to hide.”

“Im not hiding,Im getting something from my bag.”

“And that something is what? Your pride?”

“Paul!”

Paul started laughing madly while Y/N was furious and sadly still blushing. Paul stood up and held her hand,making her stood up as well.

“You are coming with me,Y/N. I won the race,I deserve a celebration.”

Y/N looked at him with an unsure face.

“You can have your celebration. You got your trophy and everything,what do you want more?”

“You.”

Paul said with a straight face like it was the most normal thing in the world. Y/N’s eyes got wide with surprise.Paul started walking to the door,still holding her hand.

“I thought you would catch on earlier since you are the smartest person I know. I like you,as more than friends.”

[acronym49]

Obey Me! Characters react to mc being a dragon

(trying my hand at writing headcanons, let me know what you think! Other brothers + dateables are a work in progress)

__Lucifer__

He's not optimistic. His brothers are hard enough as it is, but adding in a new large creature? It'd be better to just keep you down with Cerberus. Maybe he'd enjoy the new playmate.The annoyance turns to intrigue when he learns you have the mind of any other demon (or person, if you will). And you can speak? Strange. This wont make him like you by any means, of anything he will be very distrusting. As you live there, though, he starts getting used to you. He even enjoys your odd antics, and especially the way you can rally in any ensuing chaos (despite how often you cause it).On one or two rare occasions, he'd absently try to pet you on the head when he was in that 'dead tired from paperwork' state. Depending on your reaction, he might do it more. When/if he does end up falling for you, expect to be near him a lot (obviously). There's not so many head-pats, but he likes to have you sit next to him while he's working or reading, sometimes absently stroking you neck or asking your opinion on whatever he's working with. There'll definitely be some teasing as to how catlike you are at times, but he means it lovingly. *he might put a collar on you if you ask-*He wouldn't ever be the type to outright ask to ride on your back, but I have the feeling he'd make subtle hints to it.'Ah, darn, the ride canceled last second. How can we get there now?' Ykyk. He'll turn you down the first time when you ask if he wants to fly with you, but that's just the pride talking for him. He'd love nothing more. After all, one of the most powerful lords of hell swooping in upon a dragon? You two would be an awe-inspiring duo, that's for sure.

__Mammon__

Ugh, he's gotta watch the new student? Lame! Humans are so- what the fuck is that?He dosen't know how to react at first. This is the thing he's looking after? It'll be awkward for the first few days, but as we know, he falls for MC fast. Awkward silence changes to him griping about how you always have to follow him. After the pact, though, he realizes you're not so bad. You tease him a little bit, sure, but he notices how you praise him, too. Just simple compliments, like how he looks good in his shades, how he's so good at math, how he's super fun to be around. It makes him feel better, y'know? Other demons also seem to be a bit less inclined to make fun of him when you're around, especially when you growl at them for being so openly mean. After a little bit of time, you two are basically glued at the hip. Depending on the kind of MC you are, you two could be the ultimate partners in crime or the closest confidants (or both!). There'll never be a boring moment with you two.It wont take him too long to ask to fly on you (probably be one of the first things he asks you tbh- it's like a joy-ride squared)He'd be respectful but mopey if you say no, but if you say yes? That's a happy demon on your hands right there. Be sure to set some boundaries, though, he might not wanna go by car anymore (like when you give a hognose snake a toad and they refuse to go back to pinkies lmfao). He'll try and get you to learn some aerial maneuvers, maybe how to spin or go upside-down (it's harder than it looks). When you two aren't flying or causing chaos together, you're both just hanging out. When he's relaxed, he likes to trace his hand over your smooth skin/scales/feathers/fur. He can't help it, the texture's just so soothing. Don't point it out, though, he'll go BRIGHT red. He likes it when you two watch movies together, or when you browse Devilgram with him over his shoulder. Feel free to nuzzle him and cuddle up, this man loves it. Sometimes he returns the favor, using you as his own sort of couch while he talks with you, sometimes giving you a peck here and there.

__Leviathan__

Oh this man is hyped from the start. A whole-ass dragon? LIVING with him and his brothers? What could be cooler? He has an internal war between wanting to get a good look at you and being really nervous to get too close. That nervousnes amps up when he realizes you can talk. You might think he's a hallucination at first with how fast he darts out of sight the moment you try and look at him. Fortunately, Mammon's debt to him is what spurs your first interaction. After, he's a little bit more ok with being percieved. He plays it cool at first, not wanting to seem too pushy, but he can't help but barrage you with questions when he gets the chance. It's actually quite a fun time, especially if you love infodumping as much as he (and I) does. You ask your own share of questions as well, about the Devildom, about him, about the games and figures he loves. As you two get more relaxed with one another, you both love to sit and chat about each other's hyperfixations. You can't exactly game with him due to your talons (not comfortably, anyways), but he lets you watch over his shoulder while he games. It makes his victories that much sweeter, and any losses a tad more bearable. Sometimes he lets you go on the mic to startle or taunt the other players, just for fun. It's hard to tell exactly when the relationship begins and the friendship ends, it's a smooth transition that neither of you really notice until you're literally cuddled up together, watching Assasination Classroom on his phone at 2am. It takes a surprising while for him to ask to fly with you. You may have to be the one to bring it up, actually. Nervous the whole time, 100%. He may decline, but upon numerous reassurances he'll agree. I think it's like... that test drive scene from httyd. It's so unfamiliar at first, being high up, with the wind blowing so fiercely. After a while, though, something clicks with him. He'll gain that confidence, guiding you (with your permission) where he wants to go. Something about that wild, windswept sensation of being a mile up in the air melts his nerves. It's just you two and the sky. The others are def gonna be jealous about how well you fly together.

(Feel free to tag with your dragon ocs! Sorry for any spelling errors lmao my eyes tend to skip over words sometimes)

[sassyprettyboy]

ღ Paralyzed [ A.H ]

Trainee!paramedic!fem!reader X Aaron Hotchner

“In which you been dating Aaron Hotchner the FBI BAU UNIT chief — the profiler , “for little over a few months in you are a Trainee!paramedic, “you been feeling off in a daze for weeks in nothing seems to feel right you feel paralyzed Aaron try’s to help you .

Side notes Waite till you find out in part two that he is also her therapist I don’t think you’re ready for that one .

Paring : Fem!Student!Trainee!ParamedicX Aaron Hotchner

Category: hurt/agnst comfort

Content warning: anxiety feeling numb paralyzed reader is in a fog she feels broken Y/N is mention sorry I’m working on it to be better writer ✍️ …. Promises .

It’s okay not to be okay sometimes.

Word count 1.5K

Author notes Hurt/angst comfort seems to be what I want to write about lately sorry ..

So this song breaks my heart 💔 I fight back tears when I hear this song 🎧.. I’m in my feels right now . In wanted to write a fic based off this song . “So I had to go to a funeral today and things have just gotten to me so here we are . I feel this a little this song … I’ll be ok I promise.

I really hope you guys like this one .

This small fic is based off this song my first song that I actually listen to on repeat while writing this .

Thanks for the advice @hoe4hotchner I love you 🩵

Your support is greatly appreciated thank you .

The rain was pouring down in it was hitting the building the lighting that struck between thunder of Quantico, VA. In the heart of it all, the BAU headquarters was alive with energy—agents filing in and out, each consumed by their own cases. But amidst the chaos, Aaron Hotchner, the stoic Unit Chief, felt an undeniable emptiness creeping in, not caused by a particularly challenging case or a bad day at work. It was caused by you.

For the past few weeks, Aaron had noticed something was off with you. You had been dating for a little over three months, your relationship blossoming like the spring flowers in bloom. But lately, you had seemed distant and preoccupied, as though a fog had settled over your bright spirit. In his usual manner, Aaron tried to help, but he felt like he was grasping at smoke—nothing seemed to break through to you.

"Hotch!"

“Penelope Garcia's voice rang through the hallway, her bubbly energy cutting through Aaron's thoughts.

He turned to see Garcia bouncing toward him, a wide grin plastered on her face. "You look happier than I’ve seen you in ages! C’mon, spill the beans! Who's the lucky lady?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Aaron raked a hand through his dark hair, hesitating as he considered his options. He had kept your relationship mostly private, not because he was ashamed, but because he wanted to protect what you had built together. But Garcia had a way of coaxing things from him. "It's, um, Y/N. She's a Trainee!paramedic," he finally admitted, unable to hide the hint of a smile.

Garcia's face lit up. "Oh my gosh, that’s amazing! I knew there was a sparkle in your eyes! How long have you been together? You must tell me everything!" She clapped her hands together, practically dancing on her toes.

"Just a few months," he responded, though his voice wasn’t as lively as hers. He wanted to share the joy of what you had with Garcia, but the heaviness in his heart made it difficult to match her enthusiasm.

Garcia noticed instantly, and her expression shifted to one of concern. "Aaron… is everything okay with you two?"

He sighed, glancing down the hallway as if searching for you. "I… I think she’s going through something. She’s been distant for weeks now, and I can’t seem to break through to her."

"Oh, Hotch," Garcia said softly, her tone turning empathetic. "You know she's a strong woman, right? Just give her some time. But you too… you might think about reaching out more. Sometimes, it helps to do something special—remind her how amazing you see her."

Aaron nodded thoughtfully. He always appreciated Garcia’s insight; she had a way of seeing people's hearts that others often missed. "Thanks, Penelope."

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Later that night, as the shadows began to stretch across your living room, the storm was still poring down hard it was a heavy storm that matched your energy, “you sat curled up on the couch, feeling utterly numb. The anxiety was creeping up your spine, You had been trying to shake off this feeling of paralysis for weeks—every day was a cycle of waking up and going through the motions, but there was a lack of joy that used to define you. The sirens, the adrenaline, had lost their spark, and even your job as a Trainee!paramedic felt more like a you were a prisoner in your own head you felt trap— you felt like you were doing everything wrong in you were not sure if you were gonna make it out alive you wanted to be a paramedic to help people, you couldn’t even cry anymore there is nothing but pain dark clouds over you and you feel cold .

You heard a soft knock at your door, pulling you from your daze. With a sluggish movement, you opened the door to find Hotch leaning against the frame, a look of concern etched on his features.

"Hey," he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. His presence filled the room, and though you should have felt comfort at seeing him, all you felt was a tide of guilt for how distant you had been.

"Hi," you replied quietly, avoiding his gaze as you shuffled back to the couch. You wrapped yourself in the blanket like it was armor, hoping to shield yourself from those piercing brown eyes that could see straight to your soul.

Aaron took a seat beside you, his body turning slightly to face you. "I wanted to talk."

You nodded, your heart heavy. You were afraid of what he would say—but more afraid of what you would admit.

“I’ve noticed something’s been off with you lately,” he began, his voice steady but gentle. “I care about you, Y/N, and I want to help. But you have to let me in."

A lump formed in your throat as you struggled to find the right words.

“How could you explain this feeling that had wrapped around you like a vine, suffocating your thoughts?

"I don’t even know what’s wrong with me," you admitted, tears pricking at your eyes you push the tears back . "I feel… paralyzed. I feel so numb cold , I fear I won’t get to move forward with the next step of my job I love my job, but lately, it’s just been… heavy. I can’t shake this fog, Aaron. I don’t want to drag you down with me."— “You don’t need this burden to add on top of your job . This is all I’ve ever wanted Aaron in I feel like I’m doing everything wrong , your anxiety felt like it was getting heavy as you were talking about your feelings.

He reached over, taking your hand in his, his touch grounding you in that moment. "You're not a burden. We’re a team, remember? You don’t have to go through this alone."— “You can do this , I know you can you are stronger then you think , I don’t ever want you to feel alone I want you to come to me when you are feeling like this .

His simple words and the warmth of his fingers wrapped around yours made you feel seen, and for the first time in weeks, you could take a deep breath without the weight of the world on your shoulders.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I feel so lost in my own life, like I’m not the person I used to be.”

"You don’t have to lose me," he assured you, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "We’ll figure this out together. But you have to talk to me. Open up about what’s bothering you, even if it seems silly."

Allowing a small smile to break through the haze, you nodded, feeling a flicker of hope beginning to burn inside you. Maybe things could be brighter again—one conversation at a time.

"Okay," you replied softly. “Let’s start there.”

“I love you Hotchner you say looking up at him .

“I love you to he says as he holds you .

@hoe4hotchner @catssluvr @hearts4spensco @blackleatherjacketz @angellsell @lover-of-books-and-tea @kiwriteswords

[prettygirl-gabi]

Coffee, Confessions, and Office Chaos

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Rating: General Audiences

Warning: Fluff, slight angst

Category:F/M

Fandom: Seventeen (SVT) (boyband)

Relationships: !office worker S.coups x !office worker f reader

Summary: it's not for some work place, but who knows?

Trope: office romance..

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Hiiiii everyone who is reading! Welcome to the first installment of my new mini series called "Oi! Not this again!" They do not have to be read together or in order! I hope you all enjoy!

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I had never been a morning person. Not until the day Seungcheol, or as everyone in the office affectionately called him - S.Coups, started bringing me coffee. At first, I thought it was a coincidence; he had simply grabbed an extra cup for a colleague. But then it became a routine. Every morning, like clockwork, a perfectly brewed cup of coffee would land on the corner of my desk with a smile brighter than the morning sun.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he’d say, placing the cup carefully next to my keyboard.

“Morning, Seungcheol,” I would reply, trying to hide the smile that tugged at my lips.

We worked in a bustling marketing firm, and while the job was fulfilling, it could be incredibly stressful. Seungcheol and I often found ourselves working late into the night, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and endless lists of deadlines.

One evening, as the clock ticked past 8 PM, I looked up from my screen and found him leaning against the door frame of my office, two take-out bags in hand

“Dinner break?” he suggested, tilting his head slightly, causing a few strands of his dark hair to fall into his eyes.

I laughed, pushing my chair back. "Only if you have extra soy sauce packets."

He grinned, his dimples making an appearance. “Always.”

We ate in silence at first, the only sounds coming from the bustling city outside. But soon, conversation flowed as easily as it always did between us. We talked about everything—from office gossip to our dreams and fears.

“You know, Y/N, you’re pretty amazing,” he said suddenly, catching me off guard.

I snorted, shaking my head. “You’ve seen my handwriting; I’m far from amazing.”

“I mean it,” he continued, his voice sincere. “You’re hardworking, kind, and you never give up. It’s… inspiring.”

A blush crept up my cheeks, and I focused intently on my noodles to avoid his gaze. There was something about his words, about the way he looked at me, that made my heart race in a way I wasn’t sure I could handle.

Days turned into weeks, and I found myself looking forward to our quiet moments together. The morning coffees, the late-night dinners, the shared glances across the office—it all felt like a beautiful secret between us.

One particularly exhausting Friday, the weight of the week caught up with me. I was the last one in the office, trying to meet an absurd deadline. Tears of frustration began to pool in my eyes as I stared at the screen, feeling utterly defeated.

“Y/N?”

Startled, I glanced up to see Seungcheol standing at my door, concern etched across his features.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gently, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

“Just… everything,” I mumbled, wiping away a stray tear. “I can’t seem to get this right.”

He walked over, pulling a chair next to mine. “Show me.”

Together, we worked through the problem, and with his help, everything seemed to fall into place. By the time we finished, the clock read midnight.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice heavy with gratitude.

“It’s what friends are for,” he replied, but there was something different in his tone when he said the word ‘friends’.

My heart pounded as I mustered up the courage to ask the question that had been gnawing at me for weeks. “Seungcheol… is that all we are? Friends?”

He paused, looking at me with an intensity that made my breath hitch. “I hope not,” he admitted softly. “Because I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. Completely.”

Tears filled my eyes again, but this time, they were tears of overwhelming joy. “I’ve fallen for you too, Seungcheol.”

His smile was pure sunshine as he reached out, brushing a tear from my cheek. “Well then,” he said, his voice gentle, “how about we start this weekend with a date?”

I nodded, my heart soaring. “I’d love that.”

And just like that, our beautiful secret was unveiled, marking the beginning of a new chapter in our story—one filled with love, joy, and of course, plenty of morning coffees.

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Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-Prettygirl-gabi🎀

[deliciousangelfestival]

I miss the baby GF of Steve Rogers. 😂

What if the baby got lost wandering around the Avengers compound? How worried is Steve going to be? What'll he do to find her?

Cute. Here it goes. I hope you like it.

Mischief Giggle || Steve Rogers

In the busy Avengers home, something strange happened. Tony messed with a time machine, and Steve's girlfriend became a baby! They said it would only last a week.

One morning, with Steve temporarily occupied, she spotted a shiny toy just out of her tiny reach. Determined to claim it, the brave little baby decided to embark on a quest. She wobbled through the vast expanse of the Avengers home, following the allure of the gleaming toy.

However, her miniature adventure took an unexpected turn, and she soon found herself a bit lost in the labyrinthine corridors of the Avengers compound.

The surroundings seemed to blend together, causing a moment of uncertainty. It was then that she heard enchanting sounds emanating from a nearby room.

Intrigued, she crawled into the room and discovered the source of the captivating noises – Loki, the mischievous magic wielder. Loki was conjuring colorful shapes and creating illusions that sparked wonder in her baby eyes.

As their magical playdate unfolded, the compound echoed with the sound of Steve's urgent voice, "Has anyone seen her?" His eyes darted around, concern etched on his face.

Natasha, Tony, and Bruce, catching wind of Steve's worry, joined in the search. "What's going on, Cap?" Natasha asked.

"I can't find her," Steve admitted, a hint of panic in his voice. "She was just in the crib, and now she's gone."

Determined to find her, Steve activated the Avengers' security system, accessing surveillance cameras throughout the compound.

The high-tech screens flickered to life, displaying different areas of the vast facility.

Steve's eyes scanned each monitor, hoping to glimpse his little one.

Tony, always one to embrace technology, piped up, "JARVIS, help Cap out. We need to find the baby."

The AI responded promptly, "Scanning all cameras for the missing individual."

As the Avengers worked together, searching every nook and cranny, Tony spotted a flicker of movement on one of the screens. "There! In the common room!"

Steve bolted towards the common room, adrenaline pumping. The sounds of giggles grew louder as he entered, finding the magical playdate in full swing.

"Found her!" Steve announced a mix of relief and gratitude in his voice.

Giggles and baby babble filled the air as she played with Loki, enchanted by the colorful shapes and magical illusions he conjured.

"Hey, sweetheart," Steve approached, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's time to go back."

But as Steve reached down to pick her up, a tiny pair of arms stretched toward Loki, her eyes sparkling with joy. She wasn't ready to leave the magical playdate just yet.

Loki, with a playful grin, added to the moment, "Seems she's quite taken with the magic, Captain."

Steve chuckled, torn between amusement and a desire to have his little one back in his arms. "You've made a new friend, haven't you?"

The baby giggled in response, making grabby hands toward Loki's illusions. It was clear – she wanted to stay and play a little longer.

With a theatrical bow, Loki declared, "Who am I to deny such a charming audience?" He continued his magical performance, earning delighted laughs from the tiny spectator.

Steve, slightly outnumbered by magic and mischief, couldn't help but appreciate the joy in the room. "Alright, just a little longer. But then it's nap time, okay?"

The baby grinned, her attention fully absorbed in the magical wonders before her. Steve exchanged a knowing look with Loki, realizing that even in the chaos of superhero life, these unexpected and heartwarming moments were the threads that wove their extraordinary family together.

[sokoviansimp]

Fear, Guilt, & Hope

Part 1.5 to Love's Triumph: A Maximoff Miracle

✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✒ Summary: Wanda finds out that you're pregnant in the hospital while you fight for your life.

✒ Tags and Warnings: angst

✒ Author's Note: So, this takes place in the middle of the first part, here we see Wanda's POV while reader is unconscious in the hospital. You can all thank @xxxtwilightaxelxxx for this one. Hope you like it :)

✒ Word Count: 984

✒ Read Time: 5 minutes

Masterlist : Socials

Wanda sat by your hospital bed, her heart heavy with worry. Her beloved wife lay unconscious, battered, and bruised from the battle they had fought against Hydra. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of medical equipment and the distant sounds of the hospital.

As she held your hand, Wanda's thoughts swirled with a mix of fear, guilt, and confusion. She couldn't bear to see you like this, so vulnerable, and it tore at her soul. Her mind replayed the events of the battle, the moment when she had found you buried beneath the rubble, unconscious and unresponsive. The image haunted her.

A nurse entered the room, a sympathetic look in her eyes. "Mrs. Maximoff, we've received the results of the tests we ran on your wife," she said gently.

Wanda nodded, her heart pounding. "What is it? Is she going to be okay?"

The nurse smiled warmly. "Physically, she'll recover. They both should be just fine, Y/N just needs a bit of time for her body to decide it’s time to wake up."

Relief washed over Wanda, but her mind hung on that one word, “I’m sorry, both?”

“Yes, both Y/N and the baby should be just fine.” the doctor clarified. 

Wanda's world seemed to spin. Baby? You’re pregnant? It was a mixture of joy and terror that washed over her. “We’re having a baby,” Wanda whispered as she smiled and looked down at you, her eyes filling with tears.

Tears of joy for the new life they had created together, but also tears of fear for what it meant for their future. Wanda had always been aware of the destructive power of her abilities, the chaos that lurked not only within her but around her. She had kept it at bay as best as she could, but now, with you carrying their child, the weight of responsibility bore down on her like never before.

The nurse's voice brought her back to the present. "I can imagine this is a lot to process. We have counselors available if you'd like to talk to someone."

Wanda nodded, her voice trembling. "Thank you, but I think I just need a moment alone with my wife, please."

Alone again, Wanda turned her attention back to you. Her heart ached with love and worry. She reached out to gently stroke your cheek, her thumb wiping away a stray tear that had fallen from her own eyes.

"Oh God, Y/N. This is what we’ve wanted for so long and- and now that it’s here, I-I don't know if I can do this," Wanda whispered, her voice filled with anxiety and self-doubt. "What have I done?" Wanda continued to herself, her voice shaking. She had always known that her powers were unpredictable, that they could bring destruction as easily as protection. But now, with you carrying their child, the reality of the situation was suffocating her.

She couldn't shake the fear that she might either unintentionally harm you or their unborn child, or not be enough to save one of you. Every memory of her past mistakes and the chaos she had caused haunted her like ghosts. The room seemed to close in around her, and she felt utterly powerless. What she had thought was a brilliant idea at one time with you by her side, is now something she can’t even fathom as a miracle but rather a curse. 

Wanda reached out, her trembling hand brushing your cheek as if seeking some kind of reassurance. "Please, Y/N," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Wake up. I need you."

Time seemed to crawl as Wanda sat there, her anxiety growing with each passing minute. She couldn't help but blame herself for your current condition. If she hadn't been so reckless during the battle, if she had been more aware of her surroundings, if she had seen that blue streak quicker then maybe she could’ve stopped it...

The blue streak, an all too familiar sight. It had to be her brother, she was sure of it. She had seen that exact display countless times before, whether it was to steal a purse from a display window for a girl he fancied, or a way to sneak past enemy lines. It was him, and yet all she had heard from her friends since his disappearance in Sokovia was that he was dead, gone, never coming back. Guilt washed over her like a tidal wave. She knew that wasn’t the case and yet she let them convince her of it. Her suspicions fell on deaf ears, and one day she let them persuade her that it was just a part of grief. 

If she had just stayed true to her instincts maybe you wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed right now. Maybe she would’ve been prepared to face him. Once her thoughts had run through all the guilt of what she could’ve done differently to protect you, it swiftly drifted to what they had done to Pietro. Why was he with them? How? What kind of torture or manipulation had they subjected him to that he would fight against her, his own twin, and the Avengers? The thought filled her with a mixture of anger and sorrow. 

She was determined to save her brother from Hydra’s antics. As soon as she managed to temporarily push that other thought aside, it inevitably returned to remind her of the daunting reality: she was expecting a child. With her plate already seemingly overflowing, the added responsibility of saving her brother was surely a lot to balance. Surely a rescue mission will put an even larger target on her family’s back, but the tantalizing closeness to reuniting with him and the fact that he will be able to meet her future child fills her heart with a speckle of joy and just enough hope to keep her going.

[hex-blogs]

So we're doing this now, huh?

I don't recommend following the listed individuals because they fill me with so much joy and love that I cannot handle it. Just kidding! This is an appreciation post a-la @thefreelanceangel Buckle up, buttercups! Feels are happening below:

@sihdiel:

My person, my sister, my friend, my life-partner of whom I know I'll grow old with outside of our husbands! You've been my rock for 9 years. You've been my shoulder, you've been the words I needed to hear when the actions of others sought only to tear me down. Nine years of working together as a team, as companions, to ensure that we're both always seen, heard, and felt. I can't begin to express what you mean to me. What your influence as done for me, but more importantly, it's what your kindness has afforded me. I really am so fortunate to call you my best and closest friend. You know me more than anyone, and I trust you implicitly. I love you! ♥ --- @thefreelanceangel:

I don't have a photo of us, but I DO have a throwback to 2012 when Lux got married and made the unfortunate decision to have Othello as a bridesmaid! Let me tell you, girl. You're an amazingly bright person who treats everyone they meet with kindness and respect. Throughout the years we've been in the same RP circles, same games, and always, ALWAYS, you've greeted me like an old friend. I'm so fortunate to have someone like you in my circle. Someone who encourages, is helpful, and brings a light to my life I'm forever grateful for! I love writing with you, taking screenies, and chatting it up at all hours! You, my friend, are a keeper, and I'm thankful for you, your influence, and the delight you bring me! I love you! ♥ --- @sigridderioslainn

(tumblr compressed this image but you'll know what it is when you click it! LOL) The one and only Short King! Haaah! A fantastic companion with a mind-blowing talent for the written word! For years we've delved into amazing stories together filled with anguish, tribulations, and character development! Our character's weren't the only ones going through those developments. You and I, together and separately, have grown into stellar people. I'm so thankful that I have you in my life. Truly. Since, gosh, 2013? You've been someone I've spoken of in high regard even through ups and downs that life seemed to toss our way. The ways of which you've grown are awe-inspiring! I love reading your messages after a long day. I know it's going to be a good time when I have 20 unread messages from you detailing shenanigans your characters are getting into! From GW2, WoW, AU's, and now FFXIV---I can confidently say I've had a solid friend throughout them all! You're the best. You're amazing You're talented You're beautiful I love you, Linds! Can't wait to continue having O cause chaos just to have her justice driven inquisitor/justiciar tailing right behind!

--- @iarecereal:

Oh look, a picture with you, me, and @sihdiel! The fact that we met on Xbox360 in a Call of Duty lobby back in 2010 is WILD. What made it even more wild was you being gone for who knows who long, only to log on and say: "Hey! I moved to WA!" (Also, I'll never forget being in that 1V1 lobby, where I'm dominating and suddenly I die, out of nowhere and I see in the top left corner: 'Donovan killed Lady Lunacy'. Then your laughter when I yell: OH, YOU BITCH!' into the mic!) You've been there for me through many facets of my life. You were a key player in early House Cress lore with Caelnon, you were my 'pew-pew' pal for a while, and even were a part of my baby shower. I think of you fondly ALL THE TIME and I know life broadened the distance between us, but we always pick up where we life off. As if time and distance are just words and not facts. I love you, man. I really do, and I appreciate everything you've been a part of and will continue to be a part of in the future! ♥ --- @adoraphlox

Girl, you know I had to drop this pic of us from back in the day LMAO! Your gentleness is something I've always admired, but that doesn't discredit that fiery spirit of yours! Through the years and the 'life has a way' moments, you've been a friend, a counselor who guided me through some pretty rough times, and someone I know I can message at anytime and get a ♥ back! Writing characters not only in House Cress but other AU's with you has been a highlight of my writing 'career ' that I look back on fondly! You're a real one, through and through! I will always consider you a friend no matter how much time passes.

I love everything about you --- @lilac-memorials I wanted to post a screenshot of our Warcraft babs but I'm on my work PC so just know, that image is in my mind! Remember when we were in voice chat and we thought we were complete strangers till we discovered we were 'One Kevin Bacon Away' from one another for over a decade? "Omg I remember that!" "Omg! I remember YOU!" It was like a friendship that had always been there finally had the doors opened and we were waiting on either side to embrace one another! You, my friend, are one of the strongest individuals I know to date. You have a POWER to you that is wielded by a kind hand. Nothing can stop you, and I mean nothing. Our time together has been amazing and I can't wait for more! Writing with you, laughing with you, going through the motions with you--I'm here for all of it! You're a welcoming person. A wholesome person. You're someone who vehemently believes in right over wrong and that's exactly the type of person I want to surround myself with. Keep being you. Keep being amazing. I look up to you in more ways than one! I love you, through and through! --- @v-xv Dude--I was going to post that pic of us we took when I visited in 2013 but decided not to do us that sort of disservice! Lmaoooo I know we rarely engage in mushy feelsy things, but I think you know the positive impact you've had on me since our humble beginnings. Your talent for art and prose is widely known, but the thing I admire the most about you is your attitude. You're real. Like, you tell it how it is. You set your boundaries but that doesn't take away from your ability to be a kind person. Writing with you is an absolute joy and I love when we get the time/chance to. I know our lives have a choke-hold on us but you know I'm there for you whenever you need it, however you need it. You're hilarious! You make me laugh so fucking much, it's insane! I love the time we spend together and look forward to more of it! Thank you for being authentically you and thank you for being my friend through all these years. You're another one who, no matter what time passes, we pick up like nothing happened. I appreciate you in more ways than I could ever express! Much love, bitch! ♥ --- That's all the time I have for today! Thank you to everyone in my circle! Thank you for shaping me into the version of myself you see today. You all had a hand and I am so, SO thankful for each and every one of you. I love you all! All the love-- H E X

[kimborahae]

It's a story of a girl named Jia Sen, she is a fashion designer and a man named Davian Roy, he is a big CEO of a company. And by crossing some tactical they finally met together !!

So here we go ..........

Jia Sen, a talented fashion designer, had always been passionate about her work. She spent countless hours perfecting her craft, and her dedication paid off when she was chosen to showcase her designs at a prestigious fashion week event.

However, her joy was short-lived. Davian Roy, the CEO of a rival fashion house, had other plans. He was determined to sabotage Jia's big break and steal the spotlight for himself.

Davian's tactics were ruthless, and Jia found herself facing one obstacle after another. Her fabrics were tampered with, her models backed out at the last minute, and her show was even hacked, causing chaos and confusion.

Jia was devastated, but she refused to give up. She worked tirelessly to overcome each hurdle, and her determination only seemed to fuel Davian's rivalry.

As the days went by, the tension between Jia and Davian grew. They exchanged heated words, and their rivalry became the talk of the fashion industry. But little did anyone know that beneath the surface, a spark had been ignited.

One fateful evening, Jia and Davian found themselves alone in a crowded room. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them melted away. They saw beyond the rivalry, and their mutual attraction was undeniable.

As they began to spend more time together, they discovered that their passion for fashion was matched only by their passion for each other. The enemy had become the lover.

Jia and Davian's relationship blossomed, and their collaboration revolutionized the fashion world. They merged their talents, creating breathtaking designs that stunned the industry.

Their love story became a legend, a testament to the power of turning enemies into lovers. And as they stood hand in hand, basking in the glory of their success, they knew that their rivalry had been the spark that ignited their forever.

How was that? I hope you enjoyed the story! ☺️

Love you all ❤️✨

[britcision]

So my partner @ekwolfwood got me into Dragon Age Inquisition

I warned you I would become something terrible

SO HERE HAVE A FICLET FROM THE FOUR HERALDS AU IN WHICH TIME MAGIC FUCKERY HAS CAUSED THERE TO BE FOUR HERALDS OF ANDRASTE INSTEAD OF ONE

(It’s fine they unionized early the plot relevant parts are in progress)

Today’s bullshit featuring the talents of:

Corin Cadash - Carta blacksmith sent to the Conclave because the actual smuggler and spy got sick and literally no one else was available, as discrete and stealthy as a bag of loose bells (they/them Problem On Purpose )

Lluciano Lavellan - Dalish rogue and spy sent to the Conclave because in his heart he is a fucking golden retriever and outsiders are suckers for his big puppy eyes (he/him omnisexual disaster)

(Do you see the pattern? Good cuz the other two are Tavi Adaar and Séamus Trevelyan)

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Herbs

No one had specifically mentioned what species the healer in Redcliffe was, and Cadash hadn’t expected it to matter this far into the chaos.

The exhausted elf tucking herself back into a corner did not agree. Lavellan did most of the talking, since he was the nice one.

He’d had a bug in his ass since someone had mentioned needing a healer down at the crossroads, and someone else mentioned there was one here, in Redcliffe.

One healer for two settlements was a guaranteed shit show either way, but at least Redcliffe was still tucked in the woods. And apparently not treating one of their most valuable citizens well.

“Look, I don’t care,” the healer finally cut Lluciano off, raising a hand. “The people here barely tolerate me as it is, and that only because their human healer is dead. I’m not looking for a new place to be called a knife-ear.”

Lavellan’s earnest, hopeful smile crumpled almost at once, and Cadash was just glad they hadn’t brought Solas along for this trip. He always seemed to know just what to say to upset vulnerable elves.

They’d heard the derogatory words humans used for elves, dwarves, qunari for as long as they’d known humans. Hell, the Inquisition was the longest they’d gone in their life without hearing most of them.

Lavellan though… well, Lluciano Lavellan hadn’t had much to do with humans until he’d been sent to spy on the Conclave. The fact that even he clearly knew the word was… telling.

“Look,” Corin cut in, stepping forward neatly to dodge Cassandra reaching for their shoulder. Probably specifically to prevent this.

They might not be the most tactful member of the Inquisition, but sometimes straight talk helped.

“Times are shit and you’re a healer. No matter what blood you’ve got in you, it’s worth more than gold right now. You’re under personal protection of the Heralds and if anyone says one word to you at the crossroads, I’ll walk you to Haven myself and let them remember how well their bullshit treats their wounds.”

As far as they were concerned, anyone stupid enough to buy into any of this speciesist crap deserved whatever joys it brought them.

Cassandra subsided back, her lips pressed together in a tight line. The elven healer didn’t look convinced either, though something like a smile danced on her lips.

Lavellan stepped forward again, his hand coming up to hover between them, an offer for her to reach out.

“These are strange times,” he agreed with a slight nod to Corin, “but there is a lot all of us can do to help. I know I’ve been hearing it less than I thought I would. Perhaps this is how we change things?”

The healer hesitated for a moment longer, her gaze flicking from Lavellan to Cassandra, to Cadash and to the Iron Bull. Always back to Lluciano.

Finally she sighed and nodded, glancing around the small house.

“Alright. I suppose I’ll be safer with the Inquisition soldiers around than I am here anyway. But there are some things I’ll need first, for my patients here. I can’t just leave them,” she added, sounding almost bitter.

A damn good healer then. Cadash nodded as Lavellan happily stepped back, all adorable and flushed with success.

“Sure. What do you need?” They could probably find it while she packed, solve the whole thing, bring the healer to the crossroads themselves on their way back to Haven.

It’d give Corin a chance to impress their personal opinion on Corporal Vale. While dropping off some of the other supplies they’d grabbed. Carrot and stick and all.

“Just some herbs,” the healer explained, already turning to the shelf behind her to pick through what she could carry, “elfroot and spindleweed.”

And it meant she just so happened to be looking the other way when Lavellan lit up like a little sunbeam, practically bouncing on the spot in excitement.

And all four of his companions groaning loudly, though the noise grabbed her attention at once.

“I can help!” Lluciano told the now puzzled healer enthusiastically, already digging into his pack.

Varric sighed heavily and leaned back against the wall. Unlike Cadash, he didn’t always bother pushing through the taller people. He didn’t need to to be heard.

“Lavellan picked every elfroot in the Hinterlands on our way here,” he explained dryly while Lavellan pushed his pack into Iron Bull’s hands so he could root in to the shoulder.

How the damn herbs slipped from the top when he’d been grabbing them half an hour ago at most was beyond Cadash. But Lavellan did like when the Iron Bull flexed his muscles.

The healer looked like she was torn between laughing and shock, her mouth opening and closing until she finally settled into a startled laugh when Lluciano dropped double fistfuls of herbs into her arms.

“Is that all? Are there any other herbs you’ll need?” He asked hopefully, looking for all the world like an excited puppy.

The poor healer just stared at him for a moment, her mouth opening and closing.

By the door, Varric snickered.

“We’ve travelled from the Storm Coast to Val Royeaux, and the Herald’s picked every damn plant that even might be useful. Anything you need is in that bag,” he added with a nod to the Iron Bull.

“And the other one hauling every damn scrap of iron and serpentstone out of the rocks,” Iron Bull grumbled good naturedly, because he was a traitor.

Cadash huffed, settling their heavy and clinking pack more comfortably over their back brace.

“And here was me, about to measure you for some nice new gauntlets. I suppose I can put it all back,” they said archly.

Bull chuckled and shook his head, still holding Lavellan’s pack even as he bounced in place, waiting for the healer’s next request.

“Point taken, Cadash,” he said simply, and Cassandra huffed an exasperated laugh.

“Yes, well… that is one more thing we can promise you with the Inquisition,” she told the healer, her usual stiff formality cracking with the release of tension, “the Heralds will personally ensure that you want for nothing that could be foraged from the hills.”

Cadash narrowed their eyes as the healer fell back into shaky giggles.

“Was that sarcasm, Cassandra? Did you forage sarcasm in the Hinterland hills?” They asked mock suspiciously, grinning in triumph when Cassandra rolled her eyes at them.

“It was the only thing in abundance with you, Lavellan, and Varric that was not already snatched up,” she said simply.

The healer shook her head, tension slipping from her shoulders as she gave Lluciano a proper smile.

“Thank you… yes, there are a few other herbs I need, and then I can go. I suppose the Inquisition forces at the crossroads will have an easier time with the supplies I need.” She didn’t sound like she quite believed what was happening.

That was pretty much the normal reaction to a visit from the Heralds though, so she would find herself in good company at the crossroads.

Lluciano dived straight back into his pack, pulling out his various bundles and sorting them as the healer listed the different herbs she needed.

Nothing he didn’t already have in abundance either, as he happily dug through his bulging pack.

The Iron Bull just held it out for him, watching with a fond amusement that was just fucking adorable while Lavellan rooted around, chatting cheerfully about the different herbs and where he’d found each damned leaf.

So what if it was cute. Lluciano was always cute, it was like a fucking curse. Cute, weak ankles, prone to jumping or falling off things.

Catching Varric’s eye, Cadash nodded to the door and the two dwarves slipped outside. Cassandra followed, leaving the elves to their talk.

“It’s about time we headed back to the crossroads,” Corin mused, glancing up at the sky and frowning.

There was a lot that was wrong in Redcliffe, a lot that didn’t make sense and what did was absolutely not good.

Though they were pretty sure Vivienne was going to get a real kick out of what Fiona might have gotten herself into. And how many of the other mages were not on board.

A smile tugging at their lips, Corin stuffed their hands in their pockets. They could see it already; Vivienne’s smug smile, her plans to use the other mages’ discontent.

The complete unawareness that she could have probably actually done something useful for them before joining the Inquisition.

The fact that she could probably gain something by listening to them now. Learn something about the world beyond her circles.

Nope, Vivienne was going to thoroughly enjoy someone else’s plan failing, and Cadash would enjoy watching her try to weave it into all her own plans, blissfully unaware that the discontented mages wouldn’t follow her either.

Sure, a couple wanted to go back to circle life. But those outside, who saw more of the world, would be much less likely to fold themselves in under Vivienne’s plans.

Those now talking to all the other mages who had been pushed to breaking, who’d been living together, hearing their concerns.

They still wanted to reform the circles instead of burning the system down, sure, but that was all part of the system too. And when Vivienne failed to make any of the substantial changes, they’d decide it was because she was wrong.

Not that the system had been designed from the start with all of them in mind, and had channels to turn those who wanted to change the system from within into its strongest supporters.

It was a depressing ass pipeline, but Vivienne was a very intelligent woman. There was a chance she’d work it out before it was too late, if the Inquisition kept the circles empty long enough.

And if she hung around more templars, and mages whose towers were made of something less glamorous than her own.

And if that meant Vivienne travelling back to Redcliffe with them, if only to be smug at Fiona in person? It’d be good for her to spend some time with her feet in the mud.

She could join them all following Lavellan up and down every blasted hill and cranny, scooping up every weed in the fucking Hinterlands. Again.

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Because there is nothing I like more in DAI fanfic than Inquisitors who are explicitly and obviously still video game characters, with every stupid and nonsensical thing that entails 😁

Quite a few have been spun off from little side quests or pieces of party banter, and of course none of that would be half so easy without the fabulous work of @missnovelist at the Genitivi Chronicles!

It’s the full transcript, they’ve got most of the way through the main plot so check it out and I bullied them into making a Patreon so if you love this resource as much as I do

(You will the party banter is fucking killer and if your play through is anything like ours those MOTHERFUCKERS will NOT talk to each other no matter how little you fast travel

Vivienne is the villain of Varric’s new series)

Send them a few bucks for this massive labour of love! You get different dialogue options for each species of Inquisitor, for each background, and for half the decision trees so it’s one hell of an undertaking

EDIT: BEHOLD! The masterpost!

[rottinghouseplants]

As Violet stepped off the bus, she was immediately enveloped in a sea of noise and movement. The bustling school grounds were a chaotic mix of students rushing to their classes and teachers barking orders. Despite the chaos, Violet felt a sense of peace wash over her as she took in the fresh, crisp morning air. Suddenly, a gentle hand grabbed her arm, causing her heart to skip a beat. She turned to see a smiling face dusted with soft freckles looking back at her. Violet couldn't help but stare, captivated by the girl's vibrant energy. "Hey! You're Violet, right?" the girl asked, her voice like a melodic whisper. Violet nodded, momentarily unable to find her voice. "I'm Cassandra. We have History and English together," the girl continued, her smile never faltering. "I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now. I love your style, it's very minimalist."

Violet's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. She didn't receive compliments often, especially not from her peers. But something about Cassandra's genuine admiration made her feel seen and appreciated. "Thank you," Violet replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I like your style too. It's very... gothic." She couldn't help but let out a small giggle, feeling a sense of connection with Cassandra. The girl erupted in laughter, her whole body shaking with mirth.

"If only you knew the half of it," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. Violet couldn't help but be drawn to her eccentricity and carefree attitude. As they made their way towards the building, Cassandra turned back to Violet. "Hey, if you ever want to hang out or anything, let me know. You always seem really sweet in class." Violet nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the thought of spending more time with this intriguing girl. As they made their way to class, Violet couldn't shake off the feeling of excitement and joy that Cassandra had brought into her day. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt like maybe she was starting to belong.

Violet sat alone at an empty desk, her fingers tapping nervously on her cellphone as she waited for class to begin. The room was silent except for the soft humming of the fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of papers. Suddenly, the door swung open and a burst of energy entered the room, in the form of a stunning blonde girl. She moved with confidence and grace, her long hair cascading down her back in perfect waves. She made her way towards Violet's desk, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. Violet couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the girl's beauty. But her admiration quickly turned to fear as the girl tapped her fingers on Violet's desk and spoke in a sharp tone. "Excuse me, I think you're in my friend's desk." Her voice was like ice, sending shivers down Violet's spine. Violet looked up, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I don't... I don't think there's an assigned seating chart for this class." She stammered, trying to sound confident. The blonde's piercing blue eyes narrowed, as if she was sizing Violet up. "Oh no, I don't think you heard me. I said, I think you're in my friend's desk. So move, freak." Her words cut through the air like a knife, and Violet could feel the stares of the other students burning into her. Feeling defeated, Violet quickly stood up and moved to another desk. She couldn't bring herself to look back at the blonde girl, afraid of what she might see. As the lesson began, Violet couldn't help but notice the girl sneaking glances at her phone, typing something and giggling to herself. And soon enough, the other girls in the class joined in, their laughter and whispers filling the room. Violet felt a mix of anger and sadness wash over her, but she kept her head down, picking at her hands to avoid the stares. The bell finally rang, signaling the end of class and the start of lunch. As most of the students and the teacher filed out of the room, the blonde girl remained, her eyes locked on Violet. She walked past Violet's desk with a haughty air, her steps echoing through the room.

"Remember your place, freak." The words echoed through Violet's head, stinging like a slap to the face. Her heart sank as she felt the weight of Krystal's words crushing her spirit. The room suddenly felt colder, the air thick with tension. Her stoic face twisted into a slight smile as she waltzed out of the room, her heels clicking against the floor, a haunting melody that followed her departure. Violet put her head down on the desk and sighed, feeling the weight of her loneliness and isolation bearing down on her.

A few moments passed before she felt a hand on her shoulder, a gentle touch that brought a sense of comfort. "Violet?" Cassandra's soft voice brought a ray of light into the darkness. She could sense the pain in her friend's posture, and her heart ached for her. "Just ignore Krystal," Cassandra said, her voice filled with determination. "She's a bitch, and she's not worth your time." Her words were like a shield, protecting Violet from the cruel world outside. But no matter how strong the shield, it couldn't stop the tears from welling up in Violet's eyes. She couldn't bear to lift her head and show her weakness to Cassandra. Her tears were her own burden to bear.

"It's okay," Violet said, her voice soothing and understanding. "It's just been hard. I thought it would get better after a year or two. But I'm a senior and I literally can't go a day without being reminded that I'm a loser." Violet sighed again, her tears streaming down her face in silent agony. She buried her face even deeper in her arms, wishing she could disappear from this harsh reality.

Cassandra's hand continued to rub Violet's shoulder gently, a comforting gesture that spoke volumes. "I don't think you're a loser," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I think that people just haven't given you a chance. And maybe, Krystal is just jealous cause you have something she doesn't." Cassandra kneeled next to Violet's desk, her eyes filled with compassion as she looked over at her friend. "Don't beat yourself up," she said. "My dad always says that high school is rough, and it's a time to have fun. So let's go have fun. Don't let some high class snob make you sad!" She pulled on Violet's arms gently, a small glimmer of hope shining in her eyes. "Let's get some lunch," she said. "I'll meet you in the cafeteria." Violet stood up, rubbing the tears from her face with her sleeve. She felt a sense of warmth and gratitude towards Cassandra, grateful for her kindness and support.

"Okay, I'm going to run to my locker," she said. "I'll meet you there." She managed a small smile, her face still streaked with tears. "Thank you, Cassandra," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "It means a lot to me that you're being so nice to me."

"Of course," Cassandra nodded. "That's what friends are for."

Violet walked through the hallway to her locker, self soothing with deep calculated breathing. As she approached her locker she let out a deep sigh. One bad thing doesn't make up for all the good things in her life.

As she opened her locker, a small piece of paper fluttered down, landing at her feet. Violet's heart skipped a beat as she bent down to pick it up. She unfolded it carefully, half-expecting it to be a cruel joke or a mean-spirited comment. But instead, her eyes were met with neat, confident handwriting.

Violet,

Meet me in the art room tomorrow after school.

The note was signed with a name that sent a jolt of excitement through her veins - Wolfgang. Her mind raced with questions and possibilities. What did he want? Why did he want to meet her? Violet tucked the note back into her locker, her mind buzzing with anticipation. She could already feel her pulse quickening, her senses on high alert. She couldn't wait to see Wolfgang again, to unravel the mystery that surrounded him. As she made her way to the cafeteria, Violet couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic boy who had captured her attention. There was something intriguing and complex about him, something that drew her in like a moth to a flame. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew she wanted to know more. But along with the excitement and curiosity, there was also a tinge of fear. What if this was all just a cruel game to him? What if he was just toying with her emotions?

[froggyinaspen]

Between Comfort and Chaos: CH 1

OminisxMC- Slow burn

Word Count: 2,980

Lilacs and Rot

Ominis’ POV:

               The cool crisp smell of autumn had begun to permeate the castle grounds with a slight tinge of rot and sugar mixed together, this always had me alternating between joy and disgust. The sound of the trees shedding their leaves was much like someone mixing dittany in a mortar, soft and pleasant. It was the slow petrification of those leaves once they landed that was the worst of it all. The part I hated most, large piles where the underlayers decomposed with the drippings of run off and rainwater. My overly sensitive nose chose to betray me at the worst possible moment deciding that the rot of vegetation was the preferable scent. It was an acidic sort of odor that would cause a headache if I lingered too long, which luckily was not the plan. Regardless of which smell was more prevalent It was always in moments like these that my body decide to betray me, always. I walked a little faster, wand hand outstretched with the tip gently pulsing as I maneuvered around the various piles of leaves strewn about the breezeway.

All Hallows was a week away and most of school was buzzing with excitement about the upcoming feast. It had been two months since the start of our 6th year and already I was being harassed. Usually, this was one of my favorite times at Hogwarts. Warm cozy fires, excited chatter, and dozens of activities to partake in. This year, however, was soured by the fact that Sebastian Sallow had taken up the mantle to act as my own personal poltergeist. Always appearing and acting as if a rift had never been created and having to be chased off with vague threats. At breakfast, in the corridors, in the common room, and once he even had the gall to follow me into the lavatory, stating that he wasn’t following me he just had to use the facilities. He made Peeves seem docile in comparison. It was exhausting! His attempts at contrition were hallow and I simply refused fall back into the familiar pattern of feeding a mongrel who would continue to bite my hand.

The ripple effects of 5th year still echoed like a wound that refused to heal. As soon as we had stepped foot onto the campus grounds Sebastian had hunted me down demanding to know why he was given another roommate, as if he had not betrayed me, cast an unforgivable curse on our friend, nor killed his uncle in the madness that was his pride. He had lost everything due to his own folly, and yet still acted as if in some way he was also the victim. Never once stopping to ask if anyone else felt the fallout. Never once asking me how I was holding up. I had given way to his narcissistic tendencies for far too long. I had told him in the scriptorium and again here that you always have a choice. He chose the dark arts over our friendship. It was that simple… or at least I comforted myself saying that. He was a man now, and I was no longer willing to hold his hand through his self-sabotaging schemes. I had my own problems to worry about. A change in sleeping quarters might in fact help him make new friends instead of constantly chasing after a connection that was no longer there, and I could finally have some peace. Everything was still so raw, and after the horrid summer I had endured, seeing him again was like pulling the edges of that wound farther apart.

His summer had consisted of sporadic visits from our new 5th year friend, while mine was spent in torment at the Gaunt Manor, waiting on an owl full of apologies or invitations that never came. He was showered in attention and kindness whereas I was thrust into the hell hole I had desperately strove to escape. It should have been me spending leisurely time at the seaside and amongst the fields of Feldcroft, not in the cold dark hall were cries of pain could be heard at all hours of the day, constantly on edge, playing the ghost so as not to become a target. Yes, I was bitter, but I wouldn’t allow him to see that. I would simply let my silence drown him slowly, as his had done to me. It felt like a fitting punishment, if not a bit immature. Being back at Hogwarts finally allowed me to have autonomy again and I would be damned if I would let him drag me back down into his lunacy. Passing through more cold stone arches I found myself walking to a place no one would ever think to look for me…. The outdoor beasts classroom.

The clouds parted and the sun came out to caress my face with its gentle rays as I took up a seat next to the pen of kneazles. There soft mewling was calming, and I found myself turning my face upward and closing my eyes. The sounds of their tiny nails digging into the dirt gave a nice vibration to my ear drums. I took a deep breath and let it out, the tension slowly ebbing from my face as I let my body relax, the sun kissing my eyelids. I could sit here for hours, mind slowing down to just focus on feeling the warmth. As time began to pass my thoughts started to wonder.

 Maybe in my next life I could come back as a snake and just bask on a rock. A smooth, warm rock. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. What a pleasant idea that would be. No worries about magic of any kind, light or dark, just a simple sleepy life.

As my thoughts and the relaxing embrace of the sun began to lull me into the gentle arms of sleep a breeze started to pick up. The resounding smell of rot and sugar wafted together creating a scent that was somewhat delightful, and just slightly adjacent to the previous one of acidic decay. Hmm, there was another note, something floral and out of place for the time of year. Inhaling deeply, I tried to pinpoint the new additive.

 Lilacs? It’s the middle of October…. where did we have lilacs?

I wasn’t the best at herbology, but I did know for a fact this was a species that only bloomed in the early summer months, barely lasting, and a hard scent to replicate. It was very out of place in the midst of the highlands. My eyes slide open, and I straightened up to the sound of gravel crunching as the new student from last year, my remaining friend Lessie Aspen began to approach, the gait of her steps giving her away.

“I thought I’d find you out here. Hiding from Sallow again?” She let out a chuckle.

The smell became almost overwhelming, and I was developing a heady feeling. The usually delicate scent of the lilac was aggressive, as if she herself had become one of the bushes. The thought of Lessie suddenly becoming a dryad was amusing. I wasn’t entirely sure what she looked like, just the notion of annoyingly unruly hair, but the very idea of her arms sprouting the delicate blooms was amusing. This was a drastic turn from her usual smell, which often consisted of an earthy scent much like the petrichor after a fresh fallen rain, mixed with a delicate echo of amber. If my hearing wasn’t what it was, I don’t think I would have been able to identify her right away. That was a very unsettling thought.

“You smell of lilacs, it’s quite nice. A bit strong but nice.” I let out an exaggerated breath and avoided the question.

“Avoidance, and here I thought we were all adults now,” She gave a reprimanding tut at the unanswered question. “Thank you, though. It’s a new perfume we made this summer.”

“We?” I knew who she meant, but for reasons beyond my control my mouth betrayed me. It had been doing that a lot lately and it was getting insufferable. I would have to work on that. I could hear her swishing her skirt and her hands began to move animatedly.

“Yes, Sebastian and I. Really Ominis, I did send you owls all summer about my travels. It was one of our first activities to you know…. try and sort him out. It was meant to be a gift for Anne, but she’s still refusing to speak with him, so he gave it to me as a thank you for showing him the process. It’s a very interesting process actually… first you have to harvest the fresh petals and then you boi..”

I cut her off as my blood pressure starting to rise. Yes, I had received her owls. They were a spot of sunshine in my otherwise gloomy summer. However anytime the mongrel was mentioned I had found my eyes skimming to the bottom, not wanting to sour the image I had of her. Why did everything have to revolve around Sallow? It was like whatever I did, his grubby little finger prints were on everything spoiling it! Couldn’t I just have one day of peace without his interference? Without thinking my mouth started to move, vitriol spewing forth.

“A very interesting process indeed. One that I am not likely to pursue nor inclined to hear about.” I could hear her sharp intake at the curt remark and knew it must have stung. I could just imagine her face, brows furrowed and eyes wide. I was usually so careful with my words, yet today It seemed every little thing way getting under my skin. The regret came almost at once, and I rubbed my face while standing up to look in her direction.

“I sorry Lessie, that was harsher than I meant it. I’m sure it was an enjoyable pursuit, truly. It seems I have been having a trying day and am not quite myself. Please do forgive my outburst.”

She stepped closer, and true to her people-pleasing nature, accepted my hasty apology. A lingering hint of concern lilted her tone.

“If something is bothering you Ominis, you can talk to me about it. I know Seb has been relentless in trying to make amends with you and if you need more time I can try to get him to let up a bit. From our earlier conversations about your summer, I can understand how his attitude could be making things difficult for you. You deserve to feel safe here.”

I could feel my face soften. She was always so giving, too giving, willing to help everyone but herself. A blessing and a curse. Her best and worst trait as it would seem since she had readily welcomed the turncoat back into the fold. It was like she enjoyed pain. Something, I could not abide. I wasn’t sure if that was what was making this whole situation harder. It had been nearly lethal watching Sebastian destroy himself in the aftermath of the Solomon’s’ death. However, watching Lessie continue time after time to bring him back from the edge at the expense of herself had left a festering wound in my heart. The thought of him hurting her again made my blood boil. She was almost as stupid as him. Almost.

“I can’t forgive him. I don’t know if I ever truly can. This constant pestering isn’t helping the matter either. It is suffocating. I feel as if I can’t breathe. I-I-I still have nightmares about it all. Sometimes it feels like we’re still in the catacombs and all I can hear are your screams. And then this summer… not once did he write…. I waited…. but” My eyes start to water as I forced back the tears, voice catching in my throat. I couldn’t do this here, not now. Not out in the open where anyone could walk by. I could only imagine the rumors it would create.

Without hesitation Lessie came over and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close. My first hug in almost 6 months, the last one having also been from her before departing for the summer holiday. A shiver runs through me as I realized how truly touch-starved I was, and I could slowly feel my shoulders relaxing. We stand like that for a minute or so while I regained my composure. This was not the time nor place for such a conversation. I could feel her hand patting my back as if I were a child, whispering soothing words over and over again into my ear.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

My hands reach for her shoulders, putting her an arm’s length away. Her perfume not helping with attempts at breathing properly.

“Thank you. I needed that.” It comes out as a shaky whisper, and I find I am at a loss on how to proceed after that embarrassing display. I have never not been in control of my emotions and this whole process seems very foreign.

“I will always be here for you, I promise. Even if I have to fight off a whole horde of goblins with one arm.”    

 Her voice gets slightly lower as mischief laces her words. I can hear the smile on her lips, as the delicate scent of lilacs began to engulf my senses. The warm imprint of her body against mine lingering. I usually loved the smells of these blooms, but they seemed tainted now. A small frown creases my face as she speaks again.

“You know Ominis, I have something that might help clear your mind.”

“Mhm, Is that so?”

“If you’re up for a small adventure that is.”  

There was a whooshing sound, and it took a moment to place as I realized that she was on her broom and mounted hovering a few feet above the ground. Had she had that this whole time? Where was she storing it?! Regardless of what she had planned, it was obvious what my answer would be. I had never turned down a request from her and I didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon. Besides, if she had her broom that meant it was further than walking distance, which in turn meant no chance of stumbling upon my brown-haired poltergeist.

“We do have a couple hours before dinner.” I gave an attempt at a smile as she extended her hand and helped me on the back. A spark of static ignited as our hands touched, causing the both of us to pull back and start laughing. I wanted to make a joke about her ancient magic acting up again, but my brain had exhausted all executive functions. Instead, it went into tactile overdrive. Her calloused hands were not those of an amateur. I had always know she was adept with a broomstick, but her hands gave the impression that more often than not she was in the sky. My fingers lingered in her palm as I settled myself behind her. I gently traced over the callouses, circling the largest by her ring finger. It was hard and rough with a bit of flanking skin. Usually, something like that would repulse me, but on her it just seemed right. What must it be like to fly any time you wanted? I felt a pang of jealousy. She lowered my hands to her waist with a huff, making them connect to create a human belt against her.  

“I know, I know I should take better care of my hands. They make riding gloves. I have heard it all.” This seemed to have struck a chord. An insecurity I didn’t know about.

Hmm, I will have to write that down later.

“Actually, I was admiring them. Flying is a skill not everyone is able to afford. One must practice in order to be proficient, and I can tell you may be closer to mastery on the subject.”

 I couldn’t quite tell but it seemed as if that had soothed the nerve. Her voice became sweet again.

“Make sure to hold on tight.”

               It may have been due to the heightened emotions of having to actively avoid Sebastian or the knowledge that I would soon be floating through the sky, which was a rare occurrence in itself, but a gentle fluttering began in my stomach much like a kaleidoscope of butterflies. The heat radiating off of Lessie’s back coupled with the strong scent of the blasted lilacs was having an intoxicating effect. This was much better than sitting with the kneazles. Without realizing it my grip tightened as my forehead found a resting spot on her neck.

She drew a slow breath as we started to float a bit higher.

“Are you all settled?”

I opened my mouth to respond, sending a huff of hot air onto her neck. She shook ever so slightly, her pulse spiking with an inhale. I wasn’t sure if I had caused her sudden spasm or if it was from the wind, but I nodded in agreement.

 “Yes, lets start this adventure you promised.”

               Within seconds, the earth disappeared beneath my feet and the wind whipped around us, causing the loose braid of Lessie’s thick hair to go every which way. It must have been a sight to behold. The feeling of being safely tucked against her as we propelled through the nothingness was indescribable. Terrifying, yet exhilarating. To be honest, she was possibly the only one I trusted enough to be this vulnerable with, knowing should I lose grip and fall, she would most certainly catch me. The further away from Hogwarts we went, the more my anxiety receded. Whatever this adventure held, it was going to be a good one and I was thankful to at least have one friend willing to stand by my side.

[christian-perspectives]

Be Still And Know That I Am God

Be still, and know that I am God! I will be honored by every nation. I will be honored throughout the world. Psalm 46:10           When I read this verse in Psalm 46, I immediately began to sing the song. Maybe you also know it. Steven Curtis Chapman wrote a newer version, but I thought of the original. The words "Be still and know that I am God" repeated three times comprise the first stanza. When I googled the song, it said, written by Anonymous. But we know it's author wrote Psalm 46. The Psalmist delivered these words to the choirmaster with instructions for soprano voices to sing them. He filled the entire Psalm with praises to God, beginning with the following. God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble. Psalm 46:1 Be still and know that God is your God no matter what happens in your world. In the Psalms, the word "refuge"  describes God as a place of protection from physical and spiritual harm. When thinking about God's strength, the word indescribable comes to mind. When times of trouble come, call upon Him because He stands ready to help us. So we will not fear when earthquakes come and the mountains crumble into the sea. Let the oceans roar and foam. Let the mountains tremble as the waters surge! Psalm 46:2-3 When the very earth we consider solid ground crumbles under our feet, be still and know and let God be your refuge and strength. When it happens to us spiritually, know that God is still there. The next part of this Psalm gives us a glimpse of glory while its author describes the city of God.

A City Under the Protection of His Mighty Hand

A river brings joy to the city of our God, the sacred home of the Most High. God dwells in that city; it cannot be destroyed. From the very break of day, God will protect it. Psalm 46:4-5 While God's glory reigns in His city, we can't say the same for the rest of the world. Even though the worldly seems to prosper, uncertainty lies under the surface of their lives. The nations are in chaos, and their kingdoms crumble! God's voice thunders, and the earth melts! Psalm 46:6 This verse ended the first stanza. Think of the choir of women singing this first stanza in perfect harmony. Then, all together, their soprano voices sang the chorus in a pleasing melody. The Lord of Heaven's Armies is here among us; the God of Israel is our fortress. Psalm 46:7 Before the chorus, the Psalmist gave vivid descriptions of God. The second stanza, on the other hand, invites us to experience Him. He wants us to come close and take a look. Come, see the glorious works of the Lord: See how he brings destruction upon the world. Psalm 46:8 The world speaks of the ungodly, those who have no time for the creator of the universe. In this verse, the Psalmist gives us a picture of the end-time event called the Battle of Armageddon. The armies of heaven, dressed in the finest of pure white linen, followed him on white horses. From his mouth came a sharp sword to strike down the nations. Revelation 19:14-15

We Will Be Still to Watch the Lord

Just like the Psalmist wrote, the righteous will follow. They (we) will see Him bring destruction upon the world. Those who know Him can sit still on their hoses while they watch Him. When people speak of a war, they often refer to it as "the war to end all wars." Only Jesus, though, can end all wars as He will strike down the nations. He causes wars to end throughout the earth. He breaks the bow and snaps the spear; he burns the shields with fire. Psalm 46:9 The Psalmist continued to describe the end times. Revelation 19 continues by saying; He will rule them with an iron rod. He will release the fierce wrath of God, the Almighty. Be still because no matter what happens in our lives, we know God has everything under control. This brings us to our verse for today. Let's read again. Be still, and know that I am God! I will be honored by every nation. I will be honored throughout the world." Psalm 46:10 The word still means we can rest in God's comfort, no matter the circumstances. So the words "be still and know" call us to pause and reflect. As we look to the end of time, remember this; On his robe at his thigh was written this title: King of all kings and Lord of all lords. Revelation 19:16 The writer of Psalm 46 composed a worship song bringing glory to God in a time of war. He never realized his song also pointed to what would happen centuries later.

Be Still and Know The Lord is Among Us

He ended this song by repeating the chorus sung by the melodious sound of a soprano choir. With their lips, they offered the sacrifice of praise to the Lord. The Lord of Heaven's Armies is here among us; the God of Israel is our fortress. Psalm 46:11 God, the Lord of Heaven's Armies, not only dwells among us, but He also dwells within us. He wants to dwell with you, and He wants you to offer Him the sacrifice of your lips. - For God has said, "I will never fail you. I will never abandon you." Hebrews 13:5 - Therefore, let us offer through Jesus a continual sacrifice of praise to God, proclaiming our allegiance to his name. And don't forget to do good and to share with those in need. These are the sacrifices that please God. Hebrews 13:15-16 Lord, thank you that we can hold still and know we can call on you anytime. As our refuge and strength, you always stand ready to help us in our times of trouble. Check out some related posts about the peace of God - Perfect Peace In An Imperfect Situation - Complete Joy And Peace Come From God Read the full article

[sciencestyled]

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Atom

Ah, greetings, my dear readers! It is I, Democritus, the Laughing Philosopher, here to regale you with the peculiar events that led me to pen an article on atomic theory. Now, you might wonder what could possibly motivate a jolly Greek philosopher like myself to delve into such tiny, invisible matters. Well, gather 'round, for this tale is filled with folly, curiosity, and, of course, a healthy dose of laughter.

It all began on a particularly sunny afternoon in Abdera. I was enjoying a leisurely stroll, contemplating the nature of the universe and pondering why olives always seem to taste better with a bit of feta cheese. As I meandered through the agora, I stumbled upon a most peculiar sight: a troupe of street performers attempting to juggle various objects. There were the usual suspects—balls, sticks, and the occasional amphora—but then, one performer, a particularly clumsy fellow, dropped a bag of tiny marbles. They scattered everywhere, rolling in all directions, causing a grand commotion.

Amused by the chaos, I couldn't help but notice how these tiny marbles seemed to move independently yet were part of a larger, disordered whole. It was in that moment of hilarity that inspiration struck me. What if everything around us was composed of similarly tiny, indivisible bits? Could it be that the entire cosmos was just a grand collection of these minute marbles?

Brimming with excitement and laughter, I rushed to my home, where my colleague Leucippus was engrossed in a rather tedious discussion about the four elements. "Leucippus," I exclaimed, "put down that scroll of Aristotle's nonsense and listen to this!" I explained my revelation, and together, we began to flesh out the idea of these fundamental particles, which we later christened 'atoms,' from the Greek word 'atomos,' meaning uncuttable.

As word of our theory spread, it was met with mixed reactions. Some fellow philosophers found it fascinating, while others, like our friend Aristotle, thought we had indulged in one too many cups of wine. But I didn't mind the skepticism. After all, what's philosophy without a bit of fun and controversy?

One particularly memorable incident involved a heated debate at the local symposium. Aristotle, in his usual grandiose manner, argued that the world was composed of earth, air, fire, and water. To illustrate his point, he even juggled a handful of pebbles, blowing on them theatrically. I couldn't resist. "Aristotle," I called out, "if you drop those pebbles, do they not scatter like atoms?" The crowd erupted in laughter, and even Aristotle managed a grudging smile.

As the years passed, our atomic theory gained traction, albeit slowly. It survived through the ages, being picked up, dusted off, and refined by many a brilliant mind. From the alchemists' mystical musings to John Dalton's methodical doodles, the idea of atoms evolved, much like a joke that gets better with each retelling.

So, why write an article about it now, you ask? Well, my dear readers, it's because the story of atoms is not just a tale of scientific discovery but also one of human curiosity and the joy of finding humor in the smallest things. Plus, who better to guide you through the twists and turns of atomic theory than a philosopher who has always seen the universe through a lens of laughter?

And so, without further ado, I present to you the culmination of centuries of thought and giggles, all wrapped up in one delightful package. Enjoy, my little atoms, and remember to keep laughing at the wonders of the universe.