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theenchantedchapter · 1 month ago

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In Light of Their Gaze

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About This Reading:

The idea for this reading is about how 'your person’s' presence in your life will impact your confidence. It was inspired by how my person has impacted my confidence and general concept since meeting and being in a relationship with them. I do want to emphasise though, that this reading isn't about a lack of confidence or your person 'rescuing' you in any way. Instead, it's about how a positive connection can open us up to positive aspects of ourselves that we may not have been aware of and inspire us to use them better.

I read tarot and oracle cards using their literal meanings, card imagery and intuition. These readings are primarily meant for entertainment purposes. The contents of this reading are not meant to act as or replace professional advice of any kind. Please only take what resonates and use it to reflect if you feel called to.

How To Choose A Group:

Take a deep breath or ground yourself in whatever way works best. Whatever option you feel most drawn to is your group. If you feel drawn to multiple groups, that’s okay too.

Read the section that belongs to your chosen group/s and remember to take only what resonates.

🌟 Under Starlight

The core quality they reflect back to you.

Cards: the aspirant, the hanged man reversed, king of wands, ace of cups

The biggest thing your person reflects back to you that influences your confidence is your brilliance. You’re someone with significant and maybe even impactful dreams. But these dreams and your desire to make them into reality aren’t just wishful thoughts you carry within you. When you share them with others, they can feel that if you channel your energy or ‘harness your power’ correctly you will have massive success. I get the sense that consciously you might roll your eyes at this knowledge though because it sounds like generic motivational B.S. but I have this feeling that it’s genuinely deeper than that. It might not mean international sensation but the success you can find is 10x greater than what you might imagine for yourself.

I feel like this is the biggest thing that your person will open up your eyes to— how brilliant your ideas are and how likely they are to succeed. They could point out to you especially how or where you’re afraid of going against what’s traditional and expected. You're so focused on everything and everyone else that you can’t see how it’s blocking you. Your person, however, is privy to this. They can see not only your weaknesses (a concern with what should and shouldn’t be) but they see your strengths. They see how you not only have these fantastic ideas but also how you have the charisma and know-how to get other people excited about the things you want to do. If your vision takes a team, you could pull one together overnight.

Because your person can see all of this in you and reflect it back in a way that really lands, it helps you understand your own potential more deeply. You start to realise that while you're capable of amazing things, you haven't been giving yourself the care and support you need to actually pursue them. It becomes clear that it’s not about your ability, it’s about needing to approach it all with a different kind of energy and intention.

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🕯️ By Candlelight

The core quality they reflect back to you.

Cards: the enchanter, wheel of fortune, strength, the moon

You have this otherworldly beauty to you, and I don’t mean beauty in the sense of physical (although that’s always a possibility!) There’s just something about the way you carry yourself and interact with others that your person will open your eyes to. You dance on the line of being effortlessly charming & enchanting and actively working to create this illusion. You exude this sense of strength, softness and overall divine ‘feminine’ energy. You captivate people by being yourself and whenever you are fully in tune with that energy it’s like things are always working out in your favour.

Whether or not you’re aware of it, I think your person encourages you or helps you be more comfortable in using this skill. It feels like it’s less of them pointing this out to you in conversation, and more of how they react to you. I get this sense that they want you to use it, they want you to use your charms on them. It’s very much like “whatever my baby wants my baby gets”. For you, I get that idea of 'lucky girl/person energy' and 'ask for more'. Even if you’re already in a place where you do so and can tap into that energy— your person is going to help you realise that that tap doesn’t have to shut off. As long as you’re not harming others, the world can and deserves to be your oyster.

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☀️ In Afterglow

The core quality they reflect back to you.

Cards: the merchant reversed, the sentinel, seven of cups, nine of cups, temperance, the sun

You, my darlings, bring so much to the table and you don’t even recognise it. Way too often, you undersell yourself or let other people tell you that who you are and your capabilities are worthless. That is far from true. You have so many skills and such a warm personality or vibe.

I feel like your person wants to protect you from anyone who takes you for granted or wishes to do you harm, but just as importantly, they want you to toughen up and stop letting people treat you like shit.

Something else that comes to mind is ‘ugly duckling syndrome’ and the story of the ugly duckling in general. The card Temperance features a swan on it, and to me, that represents you. I’ve heard someone say the ugly duckling isn’t about people thinking you’re ugly and then you grow up and get hot (very loosely paraphrasing) — it’s about the fact that the swan wasn’t in the right environment in the first place, so they didn’t realise their beauty or value. That’s part of what I’m getting for you.

Your person is very passionate about you, and they want you to wake up and realise that you are more than valuable, you’re just paying attention to the wrong people.

I feel like your person plays a role in helping you see this about yourself, partly through your guides. It’s like your guides have been trying to get you to see this, but maybe you haven’t fully understood what they’ve been trying to say. However, your person comes in and helps you get in touch with your radiance, making you feel seen in a way you might not have been before, and everything finally clicks into place for you.

It’s not about them being your rescuer or knight in shining armour; it’s about them helping trigger the decision to cleanse the lens you view life through so you can see yourself and all you have to offer clearly.

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lyworth · 8 months ago

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A little Pride and Prejudice redraw made for my newest fic, and also because I wanted to draw Ominis and my MC with pining puppy dog faces ✨

Fic preview under the cut! 🫶

Fate, Tailor-Made

AO3 | Wattpad

Ominis Gaunt x MC, Rated M

Second Chance Romance | Friends to Lovers | Past Relationships

"Oh, but the sensation that taunts him the most is the feeling of her lips just there, less than an inch away. He remembers her breaths puffing gently, invitingly against his mouth. Sometimes he can still hear her breath hitch as he leans in. Waiting. Wondering. Wanting, perhaps, just as much as he did. But what Ominis remembers—and dreams of the most—is the part where he pulls away."

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #ominis fanart #art #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy mc

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lellalombardiapologist · 2 months ago

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💙✨ So you want to learn more about Didier Pironi? Great news, I’m here to help! 💙✨

There isn’t much stuff out there, and a lot of materials are biased in favour of Gilles, but this is my overview of the materials about Didier that can be found out there:

(note: I say reading bc it’s how I best absorb info, that being said there will be a mention of the Villeneuve Pironi documentary. Also I will not include books that are mostly about Gilles)

Books in english:

Pironi, the champion that never was - David Sedgwick: so, remember when I said most materials are biased in favour of Gilles? Well, this one goes the opposite route. The only reason why I cannot call myself Didier’s number one defender and apologist is because mr Sedgwick is out there. This is the best starting point, it’s easy to find, cheap and very thorough. Among its source materials it can boast the book written by Didier’s mother and never published, which provides a lot of details about his childhood and personality. This is the book that got me obsessed with Didier, if you only have to get one book, get this one.

Didier, dreams and nightmares - Lorie Coffey & Jan Moller: I haven’t been able to find a copy of this one for a reasonable price, sadly, so I can’t vouch for this. Sedgwick told me on Twitter that it’s lacking some info, but again, I haven’t read it.

1982 The inside story of the sensational Grand Prix Season - Christopher Hilton: I’m including this because while it is not focused on Didier only, it does give an interesting overview of such a crucial life changing season. It’s not what I’d consider a mandatory read but it’s still worth checking it out.

Documentaries in english:

The Villeneuve-Pironi documentary: I have to mention this one at least. While it is better than others, I still have beef with it, because despite having some people from Didier’s side in it, it’s also still incredibly biased towards Gilles, and also Joann Villeneuve lies a few times (or at the very least what she says doesn’t match what’s out there in terms of available info).

Books in italian:

L’indimenticabile 1982 della Ferrari - Alfredo Rossi: a small book written by a journalist, it’s like a time capsule since it was written before the 1982 season even ended! Noteworthy how there is both deep admiration for Gilles and sincere respect for Didier. A bit harder to find but if you are in Italy you could get this on Abebooks or similar websites

Books in french:

Didier Pironi, la flèche brisée - Martine Camus: not as complete as the Sedgwick one but it contains a lot of interviews and pieces written by people who have known him, and can be found for decent prices, so it’s worth reading it

Lettre à Didier - Catherine Goux: this one I have yet to read, however I’m still including it because it was written by Didier’s last girlfriend, and mother of his twins. This is probably something that will make you cry a lot, but I bet it’s an interesting insight (Sedgwick said so, anyway)

Magazines in french:

Grand Prix #8, 2012: a Didier-themed issue which also contains extracts from the book written by Didier’s mom, an interview with Didier’s twins and Jacques Villeneuve and much more. It can be found on the magazine’s website, but they are out of the paper version so you can only get the digital issue.

Grand Prix #9, 2012: a Didier-Gilles themed issue, focused on Imola 82 and what happened to their friendship, another interesting read.

Other magazines and sources:

I like to collect old issues of Rombo and Autosprint, two very popular motorsport magazines of the past, even if that means enduring the bodyshaming they did to Didier, they’re still a valuable historical insight. According to where you live, you may look for old motorsport magazines too! Libraries may have those, and there’s always flea markets and ebay. I recommend starting with issues that depict positive events such as Didier’s victories, but I also own the Autosprint issue for Didier’s death.

Sometimes I translate old articles from those magazines! This is the sideblog where you can find them: la flèche brisée

If you can’t get old motorsport magazines, I have a suggestion: browse the online archives for your most popular newspapers, the biggest ones are probably old enough to have online archives, most of these are free. Select the dates for important events in Didi’s life, lead to the sport section and profit!

#didier pironi #formula 1 #gilles villeneuve #sources

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anika-ann · 10 months ago

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For the made up fic title game: counting daisies

Thank you, dear💕

From this game in which, DEAR BRAIN, we should describe a plot that comes to our mind when we see the suggested title ✨

Brain: okay, gotcha, here's a 700-word drabble with literal daisies

...well, and there IS. Slice of life, TONS of fluff and silliness.

Counting Daisies

Warnings: alcohol consumption and mention of very long festivities

“Loves me… loves me not…”

The breeze carried the soft sound of music from the cabin, falling on deaf ears as you continued to meticulously mutter under your breath, peeling off one daisy petal after another.

“Loves me… loves me not…”

The dead of the night was slowly lifting; but the meadow you had lied on to escape the festivities for a moment – even as they were for you – never seemed more alive, lit up by the first peeks of sunrays, glistening on the grass and flowers.

“Loves me… loves me not…”

Your vision was a little blurry, the champagne having gone to your head a little, your feet hurting from having danced so much; you had discarded your heels a long time ago, the pair of flats abandoned on the deck of the cabin too.

“Loves me… loves me not…”

You had walked barefoot here, the grass and late spring morning dew tickling your skin, the hem of your dress growing darker as you dragged it through the damp grass; the earth wasn’t all that cold, but pleasantly refreshing to lie on.

“Loves me… loves me not…”

You could feel the tiny drops of morning dew continue to fall into your hair, seeping into your burning skin, the sensation bringing a silly smile to your lips; or perhaps that was the alcohol and the warm feeling in your chest.

“Loves me… loves me not… Loves me—dammit!”

You huffed, staring at the daisy with a frown, your heart skipping a frustrated beat.

“What is it?” sounded the voice above you, the amused note in it causing you to huff again and pout, showing off the daisy – now with the worst possible number of petals for you. You would get the wrong result, for sure. “Uh huh… I see. I think you peeled off two petals at some point.”

You frowned harder, shifting in your position, the grass suddenly colder under your back, a little unpleasant in comparison to the soft pillow made of Steve’s thighs under your head.

You met his sparkling gaze, your breath catching for a moment; he looked magnificent. Slightly ruddy cheeks illuminated by the early sun making his hair into a warm halo, soft if amused gaze observing you with adoration, his bowtie undone and hanging off his neck, drawing your attention to the column of his throat, to the loosened buttons. He had changed from his old uniform and you were grateful; as handsome as he had looked in it, he was also gorgeous in a suit. And his reasoning behind the change of clothes made your heart melt.

'I don’t want to live in and keep comparing to the past. I think today is just another proof that the future is much more important. I can’t wait to live it… especially after today.'

Your smile turned dreamy at the memory of his confession, the familiar sting of tears burning in your eyes for a moment.

And then you remembered. The daisy. That damn daisy.

“You’re just saying that,” you protested, sighing, all too aware you were being dramatic.

“Am I now?”

He leaned to his left for a bit, taking a fresh daisy, twirling it between his fingers with a grin.

“Yes! You would!... Now I have to start again.”

You reached for the daisy, only to have it pulled out of your reach, Steve’s smile widening as your eyebrow rose in question.

“Or...” he suggested lowly, leaning forward, filling all your vision as his face neared yours dangerously, his nose lightly bumping yours, “you could just ask me, sweetheart.”

Before you could protest – as if – his lips gently landed on yours, sweetness and love indeed pouring from the tender kiss, his fingers carding through your hair. You reached for his cheek, stroking over his cheekbone, leaning into his affection with a dopey smile forming on your lips.

“I love you, Mrs. Rogers,” he whispered to your lips before he pecked them one more time, retreating and weaving the daisy he had picked into your hair. “Beautiful.”

“You too. And you taste like happiness and champagne.”

Steve chuckled, your words having left you in a daze registering in your brain, causing you to join him.

“I think I’m a little drunk on both. And on you,” you admitted, earning a kiss to your forehead this time, lingering with tenderness.

“I think we both are.”

Dropping the deceptive flower from your hand, you took Steve’s left hand, interlacing your fingers, the rings adorning your hands not longer than twelve hours making a soft clinking noise, your and Steve’s smile growing wider – and full of love despite whatever a random daisy claimed.

“But I think we earned it, Mr. Rogers.”

-🌼💍🌼-

Welp, this happened 😅Hope you enjoyed 🥰 Especially @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory since this is on her 🤭💕

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thewriteadviceforwriters · 4 months ago

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Hello! I hope you're doing well!

I've come across your posts often and they have always provided me with a ton of helpful tips as a writer, that have often helped me flesh out situations and descriptions more accurately.

Also, I wanted to ask – how to write characters in situations where they are falling asleep? Like drifting into sleep, about to sleep or already fallen. Then about how they wake up and all.

I've tried it a few times, but most of the times it just sounds dull and repetitive 😔.

Thank you, I would really appreciate tips on how to flesh out and write scenarios where a character or two are sleeping, lulled to sleep or waking up, without sounding too dull or repetitive.

Oh writer friend, THANK YOU for this question because sleep scenes are literally the sneaky little villains of fiction that NOBODY talks about enough! ✨

Sleep transitions are those moments we all experience daily but somehow become THE HARDEST THING to capture on the page without sounding like "and then they fell asleep. The end." BORING.

Let's revolutionize how we think about these moments, shall we? 👀

First off, sleep isn't just an on/off switch! It's a whole JOURNEY with sensory experiences. What does your character FEEL as consciousness slips? The heaviness in limbs? The way thoughts get weird and dream-like before actual dreams? The pillow slowly warming beneath their cheek?

USE THE SENSES in unconventional ways! As someone drifts off, their perception gets wonky - sounds might echo strangely, lights behind closed eyelids create patterns, the body feels simultaneously heavy and floating. This is GOLD for unique description!

The psychology of sleep is your secret weapon! What thoughts chase your character as they drift off? What worries resurface? What memories bubble up? Sleep is when our brains process the day - USE THAT.

For waking up scenes - please PLEASE avoid the mirror-looking cliché! Instead, how about the disorientation? The moment of "where am I?" The way the dream world and real world overlap for those first few seconds?

Character-specific sleep habits are chef's kiss for characterization! Does your protagonist always sleep with one foot sticking out from under the covers? Do they hug pillows? Talk in their sleep? Fight the alarm? These tiny details SING on the page.

Context matters SO MUCH. Is your character falling asleep somewhere safe? Somewhere dangerous? Somewhere unfamiliar? The emotional tone of sleep changes dramatically based on circumstances!

TIRED OF THE USUAL? Try describing sleep from the POV of someone watching the sleeper. Or describe only the dreams. Or focus exclusively on the liminal space between wakefulness and sleep where reality bends!

Here's a quick formula that might help shake things up:

Physical sensations + emotional state + environmental details

The drift (where thoughts begin to fragment)

Either cut to wake-up OR follow into dreams

The wake-up can mirror this in reverse, adding the emotional reaction to whatever situation they're waking up to!

Remember, - these "mundane" transitions are actually OPPORTUNITIES to reveal character, advance plot through dreams/thoughts, or create beautiful lyrical moments that give readers breathing room between plot points.

Don't just write "they fell asleep" - show us HOW they surrender to sleep and what it means for them in THIS moment of THIS story! ✨

-Rin T.

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harrywavycurly · 4 months ago

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Idk why the “this is my emergency contact” trend makes me think of southern comfort because Harry is a mess and I can’t imagine what he’d be like in an actual emergency with his texas tornado 😂😂

Hiii lovey!! This made me laugh so hard imagining Harry being called in an “emergency” situation so I had to write a little something for it😂💖

-Find all things Southern Comfort here✨

CW: Mentions of a knife cut on your finger, minor mentions of blood and possibly needing stitches.

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Summary: Harry gets a call from you while out of the house and he only slightly panics✨

You chew on your bottom lip as you look at the cut on your finger, you know it looks bad but you’re not sure if it’s one of those cuts that just look way worst than they actually are. But when you turn on the sink letting the water hit it you let out a small wince at the stinging sensation it causes, and as you begin to clean it you realize it might be a little deeper than you originally thought. You let out a huff as your eyes glance over to the bread you were in the middle of slicing when you nicked your index finger with the breadknife. When you look back at your cut after drying it off with a clean towel you let out a sigh as the realization that you probably need stitches hits you now that you can see the true damage your freshly sharpened knife has done to the tip of your finger.

You purse your lips and place your non-injured hand on your hip as you stand in front of the counter that your phone is sitting on. You know you have to call him, you just also know he isn’t going to handle it well at all because he doesn’t do well in situations like these. You silently debate with yourself for a moment, thinking that maybe you could just go to the urgent care down the road and not have to tell him about it until he gets home later but you quickly push that idea out the window when you remember he has his Google alerts turned on for you so if anyone snaps a photo of you rushing off to the hospital with a bloody finger he will see it and then freak out even more than he would if you would’ve just called him before going. So left with no choice you tap your screen a few times until you have Harry’s contact pulled up, then before you can change your mind you’re hitting the call button.

“Hey baby.” His voice is warm and sweet when he answers only after one ring which is very typical for him since he’s only missed maybe two of your calls ever since he’s had the privilege of talking to you on the phone and not just texting.

“Hi honey.” Harry knows the moment he hears your voice through the phone that there’s something off and you know he knows there’s something going on because you hear him take a sharp breath. “Now before you go gettin all-”

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you-”

“Harry Styles I know you didn’t just interrupt me?” Your voice is soft but holds that sternness Harry has found himself loving because he can’t help but like when you’re just a little irritated with him because it makes your southern accent just a touch thicker.

“Sorry sweetheart.” You smile as he quickly apologizes.

“So like I was sayin’ before you go gettin all in a tizzy just know I’m fine okay?”

“Okay.”

“But you know how I just sharpened all my knives? Well sugar I must’ve done a hell of a job because that damn breadknife-” Harry feels the color drain from his face as he begins to connect the dots on what exactly you’re about to tell him. “It got me good and I don’t think super glue is gonna cut it for this one so I might-”

“Super glue? You-you were going to put glue in an open wound?” He knows you’re rolling those pretty eyes of yours at him as the question comes tumbling out of his mouth.

“Well yeah it’s what they do for minor cuts anyway so I just save myself the hassle and do it at home with some gorilla glue. Let me tell ya it works like a charm.” You inform him as you put the phone on speaker so you can put a bandage on your finger. Harry feels as if he is going to fully lose his mind at the idea of you putting glue anywhere near a cut, even though he knows deep down you wouldn’t do anything to yourself that would actively cause you any kind of harm.

“That’s-that’s not the same kind of glue they use baby but you-you said your glue trick won’t work? Why? Why won’t it work for this? How bad is it? Is it really bad? Oh god do you need stitches?” Harry knows his rambling is giving away just how worked up he is over this but he can’t help it. He is a worrier when it comes to all things you, he always has been and always will be.

“Honey will you take some deep breaths for me? Lord you get more worked up than a nana at bingo night when she’s one away from winnin’ the jackpot.” The little laugh you let out tells Harry you aren’t worried about your injury but that doesn’t help him feel any better as he hurries out of the shop he was in and looks around for his driver.

“How else am I supposed to act when the love of my life is just casually at home bleeding out because she cut herself?”

“Oh hush your mouth you know damn well I’m not bleedin’ out. I just might need to go get me a few stitches that’s all and I didn’t want you to find out from one of them little alert things you get anytime I’m seen without you.”

“Wait wait wait.” Harry runs a hand through his hair as he finally spots his driver. “You think you’re going to get stitches without me? Are you-”

“Now you better watch that tone Harry Edward I’m over here bleeding and you’re gonna try to get an attitude with me? Did you bump your head this mornin gettin outta bed or have you just up an lost your mind?” Harry can’t help but let out a sigh as he climbs into the back of the car.

“M’sorry love I just feel helpless right now and as usual you’re acting like everything is fine but you also just said you’re bleeding and might need a few stitches and-” He pauses for a moment and closes his eyes and tries his best to calm himself down as his driver begins the short trip back home. “I’m sort of panicking and you know the only thing that’s going to help me feel any better is seeing the damage with my own eyes.” He explains making you shake your head with a smile on your face at how adorable your boyfriend is when he’s stressing over you.

“Okay so I’m guessin you want me to wait for you to get home before I go run and get some stitches right quick?” Harry has to laugh at how you make going to the urgent care for stitches seem like a quick little errand you need to run.

“Yes please wait for me I’ll be home in a few minutes.” You just let out a dramatic sigh as you look around the kitchen for something to do while you wait for him.

“You’re lucky I love you or I would’ve just gone and had Niall come over and sew me up.” Even though Harry knows you’re joking he still feels his jaw clench at the mention of Niall, he knows you’d never call anyone else to come to your rescue besides him unless he was out of the country but even then he’d be your first call and not the Irish dude you seem to have an oddly close friendship with due to him dating your bestfriend.

“Niall Horan doesn’t even know how to sew he’s-”

“Excuse me? Are you forgettin somethin?” You send your phone a glare and it’s as if Harry can feel it through the phone making his cheeks get hot as he realizes his mistake.

“I am very lucky you love me sweetheart and I love you too.” You smile while you begin to mess with the flower arrangement on the kitchen island. “I’m pulling up to the gate now.”

“Okay I’m in the kitchen.” Harry smiles because he already figured that’s where you’d be, it’s where you always are whenever you’re not asleep or at work, it’s your happy place even if it is also the place that you get most of your injuries in.

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animehideout · 1 year ago

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

Part 9

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Part 10 here ✨🆕

Check out part 8 here if you missed it.

A/n: I'm back with another long chapter, grab a snack and a warm blanket and your headphones 🎧 . This story is ticking closer to its ending, i hope you enjoy this part as well 💖.

Your feedback is highly appreciated ✨🫶🏻.

Music suggestion ♪:

Dove Cameron - Boyfriend & The Weeknd - House Of Balloons.

W.c: 5.2k+ not proofread

Fuming with anger, his chest tightening. You and Nanami hadn’t notice him but he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t bear to linger in your and Nanami’s presence a moment longer or he might not be able to control his shit. Hurriedly, he made his way through the dimly lit hallway to the bathroom, his steps heavy with frustration.

Once inside the bathroom, Gojo leaned over the sink, aggressively splashing cold water on his face attempting to repress the rising tide of his emotions. As the water flown on his face and chest, closing his eyes for the cold sensation to take him, your smile whenever you talked to your students, your laugh whenever Yuuji cracked a joke, the sparkle in your eyes whenever you explained new techniques and moves to your class, the hair strands falling on your face while you slept peacefully. But alongside those beautiful memories lingered the image of you and Nanami a few moments ago, your face inches away from each other as if you were gonna kiss, the way Nanami treated you with gentleness, with love and respect as if he’s your husband and not Gojo. A pang of envy ate him up from the inside. Also remembering how you and Nanami were so casually discussing how he had to kill his only bestfriend, it was too much to handle in only one night.

Clenching his fists, with a sudden burst of emotions, he slammed his hand against the wall, inches away from the mirror. The sharp sting of pain momentarily distracted him from his thoughts.

Alone, looking at his reflection in the mirror, struggling to make sense of the conflicting emotions that swirled within him.

“No it can’t be! I’m not jealous! I hate her…”

Longing, jealousy, deep-seated sense of inadequacy and emptiness. Being the strongest comes with a high cost; being lonely.

With a deep breath, after composing himself in the bathroom, Satoru splashed his face once more with water before turning to leave. As he exited, his mind still racing, he bumped into someone,

“Gojo? What a surprise!”

“Mei Mei?”

She stood before him with a sly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she scanned his face. Trying her best to catch his attention with the lingerie she was wearing, seductively touching her neck.

“Couldn’t sleep Gojo?”

“Nah, just used the bathroom and now going back to my room”

“Why the rush? Fancy the change of scenery? I’m sure you’re sick of seeing Y/n beside you for the whole night?”

“Nah I’m good-” he replied coldly,

he knew what she’s attempting to do, he’s aware of her feelings towards him but he clearly rejected them a long time ago but she doesn’t seem to get it, especially that it’s his fault to give her a chance to get close to him just to annoy Y/n. And now he regrets it.

But she was persistent, not planning to let go of him. As he walked pass her, she grabbed his arm and spoke,

“Come on Gojo, I thought we’re on the same team! Maybe I can distract you from what’s on your mind right now.. or Y/n is allowed to have fun with Nanami and you’re not ? let’s talk privately in my room, maybe I can help? We’re friends after all, aren’t we?” she smirked.

The thought of Y/n and Nanami together made his blood boil again, completely blinded by anger.

“Okay then, lead the way” he relented,

He knows that probably Nanami and his wife are not like what they seem, but his narcissism told him that he needs to take revenge. If his wife spends time with another man, he’ll spend time with another woman. Even though he’s the one who started this cycle in the first place. He knows its wrong, he can’t even stand Mei Mei, but for his own pride, he had to do it, even though you wouldn’t even see him with her but at least in front of himself. He wasn’t planning to do anything with Mei Mei, he was just there.

“Come in, so do you wanna drink something?”

“I’m good”

“Why do you keep pushing me away, I’m trying to help you know” she said taking off the part of the lingerie that was covering her shoulders. Now completely exposed, only in her laced silky lingerie as she took a seat on her bed.

Gojo sighed, knowing her intentions and the game she was playing. He was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

“You said you wanted to talk.. Go ahead”

“I see you’re rushing! Don’t tell me you already miss sleeping beside your wife, or let me guess! She’s not even there cuz she’s having a date with Nanami?”

“Mei Mei shut up” he said calmly.

“Why? Did it trigger you? Don’t tell me you caught feelings while she’s completely ignoring you for another man… I guess your plan to offend her didn’t work Gojo but rather made her happy to find Nanami”

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP” he yelled,

“NO I’M NOT GONNA SHUT UP, I’M NOT GONNA GIVE UP AND LET YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH HER”

“Do you hear yourself? What love are you talking about?”

“I know you have feeling s for Y/n Gojo! But as long as I’m in your life, I wouldn’t allow it to happen..” she paused crawling closer to him as he sat on the bed egde “You deserve someone like me Gojo, why can’t you give me a chance? Divorce with her!! Why would you wait for her curse to break, you know she’s useless either way”

“I won’t divorce her. I won’t give you a chance Mei Mei”

“You sure about that? Look at me, I have everything she doesn’t. You can do whatever you want with me, I offer you my body for tonight and for every night Gojo”

“NO! can’t you see that I don’t want you Mei Mei.. I’m not interested in touching you”

“I was the one who helped you Gojo to offend her and make her life a living hell, is this how you thank me by rejecting me?”

“I paid you for it, you’ve got the money what do you want more?”

“YOU! I LOVE YOU GOJO SATORU” she yelled, her hands reaching his private part to touch it but he slapped them away.

Without saying anything he walked towards the door to leave her room. He walked outside, but she followed him,

“Not so fast, you can’t just leave me like that-” she exclaimed desperately.

She grabbed his face and attempted to kiss him but before he could push her away, a voice spoke behind him,

“Satoru?” you said, your eyes widening.

You caught them in a very wrong time, Mei Mei was basically half naked, only in her laced lingerie that exposed her chest and barely covered her thighs and Gojo shirtless while their faces were close to each other and in front of her room. You couldn’t help but think that both of them half naked, did something very intimate; sex.

“Cheater” you mumbled and started walking away,

“Y/n wait” said Nanami, but you were already gone.

Gojo heart sank at your sight, your expressions a mixture of shock and betrayal. He watched helplessly as you turned away, your footsteps echoing in the silence that followed. It’s true he wanted revenge from the very beginning; he’s the one who asked for Mei Mei’s help. If he got caught in this situation at the beginning of your marriage he would be happiest but now? It made him more frustrated. He wanted to immediately run behind you, but he stopped himself. Why would he if both of you hate each other? You were with Nanami as well, but he knew it wasn’t the same case. Mei Mei told you a lot of false information about her and Gojo being together and hooking up so seeing them both half naked could only mean one thing to you, that he fucked her and cheated on you.

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath.

Mei Mei smirked, seeing you like that made her happy and satisfied. Gojo rounded on her, his eyes narrowing with anger.

“You’re pathetic Mei Mei…. You’re living a false fantasy in your head and I pity you” he spat

“Aren’t you the same with Y/n? Living in your daydream about being with her while she’s out there with your colleague?” she spoke offensively.

His hands clenched into fists, his chest heavy with pent-up emotions. He was completely lost, he couldn’t understand why he felt his way, why it bothered him so much that he got caught. You were going to divorce anyway right? The realization of the consequences of his own actions hit him like a ton of bricks, but he can’t blame Mei Mei, the only one to blame is himself, he knew Mei Mei’s intentions from the beginning but he followed along, driven by his narcissism and ego, and now he’s silently paying for it.

“I don’t love you Mei Mei get that through your head, you took your money, now leave me alone-”

“You’ll regret that Gojo, you’ll regret breaking my heart”

“If there’s something to regret, is regretting involving you in the first place” he said through gritted teeth and then left.

“Don’t follow her Gojo, she clearly doesn’t wanna talk to you and she needs time now” said Nanami as Gojo walked past him.

“This will be my last warning Nanamin, stay away from my wife!” he threatened pointing his index finger at him.

“You dare to call her wife after cheating on her, your arrogance will end you someday Gojo Satoru”

“I. Didn’t. Cheat. On. Her”

“That’s not what it looks like…but you fucked up real bad”

“Mind your business” spat Satoru then left the his room.

….

You hesitated to knock on the door but you did eventually. Ain’t no way you’re spending the night with Gojo, you felt disgusted, and your heart was aching so much. Why would it hurt like this? Why would it affect you so much? You felt your inside organs sinking, as if someone got your heart in their hands and started squeezing it tightly making it bleed. Even though you were with Nanami, but both of you were respectful and didn’t cross the boundaries and most of all, fully dressed. Always eminding yourself that you’re a married woman and even if you don’t respect Gojo you still respect yourself and the others around you.

“Y/n – sensei? Is everything okay?” said Maki as she opened the door.

Summoning your courage, you mustered the strength to voice your request,

“Could..could I spend the night here?” you asked.

“Of course sensei, come in please!”

Despite her sharp personality, Maki was always sweet and understanding towards you. She respects you a lot and over time both of you developed a good friendship even though she’s you’re student. She as well can’t stand Mei Mei and Satoru, so she knows well your struggle.

“Are you alright?” she asked worriedly,

“Mhm” you nodded

“You know if you wanna talk about it, I’m all ears!”

“You’re so sweet Maki! But I’m fine don’t worry I just don’t wanna spend the night with Satoru, you already know, haha the whole school knows that our marriage is fake so it’s kinda hard for both of us to share the room” you said trying to hide the truth that you actually caught your husband half naked with another woman.

“Is it Mei Mei? I know she always causes problems”

“Nah it has nothing to do with her” you reassured “Go back to sleep Maki, you have a long day tomorrow”

Maki moved a bit, giving you some space to lay there.

“Make yourself comfortable” she smiled, giving you an extra blanket.

Anytime you closed your eyes, the sight of both of them creeped up in your mind, your eyes getting wet , you didn’t notice until that one single drop of tear fell on the pillow.

“No it can’t be…I hate him so much” you thought to yourself, trying to ease the heaviness you felt in your heart.

Finally, the sun rose. Announcing a new day. While Maki was asleep at night, you had a full conversation with yourself, giving yourself “the talk”. Convincing yourself that once you divorce him, things will get better and maybe you’ll meet the love of your life when you’re finally free from your curse and from him.

You headed to the common room with Maki to have breakfast, being with her while chatting about random things made your start of the day a lot better, you knew you’d find him there but you weren’t sure how to face him or repress that uncontrollable sting you felt. But your approach was to pretend, pretend as if you didn’t care, as if what happened yesterday was just a bad dream. You took a seat next to Nanami and Megumi and started munching on your food. Completely ignoring Gojo’s sad eyes that were looking your way and Mei Mei’s smirk that was directed to you. You actd as if both of them weren’t there. You enjoyed your breakfast, chitchatting with Nanami, he was as equally confused as Gojo. Didn’t you get pissed yesterday, how did you control your emotions in one night, how strong could you be. But Nanami was happy that you were doing alright, a cheater is definitely not worthy of your tears. Gojo tightened his grip around his cup, excusing himself from the table, barely finishing his food.

You spent your day teaching as usual, but having extra fun and laughing extra hard. To others it seemed real but inside it was nothing but a pretend. Laughing to not give a chance to your sorrow to take over you. Laughing and being a social butterfly, joking around with your students just to hide how empty you were feeling from the inside. The void inside of you got more bigger, and it requires more efforts to conceal it. You’ve got this, you’ve been dealing with emptiness and disappointment since a very young age, but as you got older you learned how to hide it but let it break you when you’re completely alone.

You watched as your students were gathered in the school field, chatting and having fun, a smile tugged on the corners of your mouth, having friends and enjoying your teenage years is something you never experienced but it made you happy to see others enjoy it; cousins and siblings, sharing inside jokes and discussing events that happened at school , gossiping about teachers while you sat in a corner, forced by your parents to sit with them, just so you don’t lose your social skills of being at home for your whole life. Funny how they were scared that you might lose your social skills while you already lost yourself.

And now it’s repeating itself, you’re watching your students laugh together and enjoy their time. But it’s never too late to have. You walked towards them, yes, you’ll join them and act as if you were a student, for once you wanted to experience that.

“Hey guys, watcha doing?” you said with a smile.

“Oh Sensei! We were just having fun” exclaimed Yuuji excitedly,

“Oh , mind if I join?” you asked

“You’re always welcome in the friend group sensei” said Nobara

You sat with them, joining in the fun, carrying the conversation with them. Maybe you had nothing positive out of this new life, out of this marriage but at least now you have friends; Nanami, Maki, Yujii and the other students. Funny how these young students are way mature and respectful than Gojo and Mei Mei. Proof that power isn’t everything if you can’t be a decent human being.

As you were laughing at one of Panda’s jokes, you were taken aback from a deep voice that filled the space and got you al mute instantly.

“You brats are so loud, wonder how Y/N is bearing you”

You kept looking for the voice, when Yuji slapped his face.

“Eeh apologies sensei, he likes to intervene in the most unexpected times”

“Huh?” you looked at Yuuji and you saw a mouth popping up on his cheek.

“What is that?” you asked again

“That? Tch I’m Ryomen Sukuna the king of curses”

It was the first time you see him, or only his mouth. You knew Yuuji was the vessel but you didn’t know that he could show up like that. Suddenly, tattoos started appearing on Yuuji’s face.

“Oh this can’t be any good” muttered Megumi.

You looked in disbelief, the jujutsu world is full of surprises. Scary but interesting.

“Now kids excuse us, I need to talk with Y/N alone” said Sukuna making you furrow your brows.

All of them stood their ground, ready to exorcise him if he ever touched you. You heart warmed at how they were considerate and protective over you but it made you feel weak. A teacher is the one supposed to protect the studenst and not opposite.

“I won’t let you hurt Y/n-sensei” said Megumi

“That’s okay guys! I’ll be fine” you smiled towards them “Go back to your classes, I’ll join you later”

Well you weren’t sure if you’ll join them later or not, given that Ryomen Sukuna is standing in front of you and he could snap you in half before even trying to take your last breath. But you wanted to face a real danger, you’ve never seen a curse and you had the honor to see the king of curses.

Sukuna looked at you with his red eyes and a playful smirk drawn on his face.

“So you’re the rumored to surpass me?” he started

“E-excuse me?” you said in confusion, how would you surpass the king of curses.

“Oh yeah I remember, they’re hiding a lot of things from you, a lot of information from you….but I’m not one to spoil the fun but rather run with the flow if I like it of course…so imma just say, I can’t wait for you curse to break.”

“What are you talking about? What info? And why would you wait for my curse to break?”

“To finally have the legendary duel that everyone is waiting for, including your husband”

You froze in place, as fear crept into your bones like a chill.

“There must be a mistake, what duel? I’m not even a sorcerer”

“You will be! You don’t know your potential yet, surprised that that brat Gojo Satoru hasn’t told you, he likes to spoil everything”

“So is this an indirect way to say that you can’t wait to kill me?”

“Something like that yeah”

“oh wow wonderful” you chuckled nervously, as your hands started sweating.

What a way to finish your day, by getting threatened by the king of curses himself.

As you were talking, Mei Mei interrupted you. You rolled your eyes, being threatened by Sukuna is way better than seeing her face. But you had to act cool.

“Oh look who’s here” she begun “The famous Ryomen Sukuna”

“Isn’t she scared that he might kill her?” you thought to yourself.

“I’m having a private conversation so get out of here” he spat ruthlessly

“Oh don’t worry, I have no intention in fighting you Sukuna just wanted to check up on my friend”

“Talking as if you stand a chance against me in a fight, so don’t make me say it again, piss off NOW”

“Alright, but I see that Y/n is having fun, surrounding yourself by men! Married to Gojo, hooking up with Nanami and now hitting on Ryomen Sukuna… not only a gold and power digger but also a curse digger…. Now I see why Gojo chose me- because you’re a slut”

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you slapped her as hard as you could, you hand connected with her cheek in a sharp crack. The force of the slap sent a shockwave through Mei Mei’s body, her head snapping to the side with the impact. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as she registered the sting of pain radiating from her cheek, a burning sensation that pulsed with each rapid heartbeat. As she found your eyes, she was met with a fury gaze that burned holes through her. She’s been provoking you and pushing you to the brink for days now, and you finally snapped.

Sukuna watched with amusement, you didn’t disappoint even though you’ve got 0 cursed energy. He knew you were different from the day you succeeded in landing a punch on the famous Gojo Satoru, he’s formidable enemy. But know he’s no longer interested in Gojo, his new target is you.

Mei Mei took a step closer to you but Sukuna stood in front of you,

“You dare to lay a finger on her and I’ll chop you into pieces” he threatened, his red eyes glowing .

“I know you won’t, you have a pact with Yuji and you can’t break it”

“Who said I can’t? know your place fool, I’m the king of curses”

“Ahh” she laughed in disbelief.

“Are you thick in the head or what? I SAID PISS OFF BITCH”

Mei Mei left both of you alone, walking away like a loser she is. You looked at Sukuna, he was threatening you a few minutes ago and now defending you?

“Why’d you do that? Defend me? I thought you wanted to kill me?”

“Because you’re reserved for me, no one can harm my future opponent, gotta keep you safe fpr now so I can enjoy fighting you later” he smirked.

You glared at him,

“So I’m supposed to thank you?”

“Nah you’re supposed to find out why your curse didn’t break yet, aren’t you curious?”

You were indeed curious but you had nothing you could do except waiting, you married Satoru and that’s the ultimate thing you could do. After making your vows that bond was automatically created, you knew breaking the curse takes time, but it took longer than you expected, but what can you do except waiting? So you avoided it and just let this invisible bond do its thing. Now after meeting Sukuna you were questioning if you truly wanted to become a sorcerer, since you’ll probably get killed by him.

“I’m not” you simply said and left.

“We’ll meet again Y/n, so better count your days” he teased, his devilish laughed echoeing in your ears.

…..

“Sensei are you alright?” asked Maki

“Yeah I’m fine, just had a small talk with Sukuna” you reassured them

“SENSEI” yelled Yuuji as he ran towards you.

“Yuuji-kun?”

“I’m sorry Sensei I couldn’t stop him from swapping…I’m sorry if he scared you” explained Yuuji with an apologetic expression, as he engulfed you in a hug.

“Aw, you’re the sweetest Yuuji! But no need to worry about me, I’m really fine” you smiledwidely, patting his head.

“I’m glad you’re okay!”

“Now go on to your dorms, it’s getting late”

….

You closed your room’s door, taking a heavy breath as you started changing into your pyjamas,

“And I thought my life wouldn’t get any worse”

Settling on your bed, you didn’t want to spend the night with Satoru but you had no option. You can’t spend the rest of your life in Maki’s room. As you were trying to calm yourself down from the storm that raged inside you, your stomach twisting, expecting Gojo to show up at any given moment, you grabbed your book, flipping the pages. You couldn’t concentrate or keep your focus on anything, your thoughts scrambled, too many threats, too many problems and it was already a success that you didn’t lose your shit yet. Trying your best to stay composed and to not go completely crazy on anyone who tries to talk to you.

As your eyes focused on the page in front you, words not making any sense, the door creaked open, shattering your desperate attempt of having a peaceful night. Your heart leaped into your throat, you knew he’ll join you eventually, but forseeing it didn’t make you any prepared. A wave of panic washed over you, feeling as if you were going to puke from how anxious you were. You averted your gaze back to your book, avoiding him even though you felt his eyes boring into you. You didn’t know the reason behind his intense looks and you weren’t ready to find out as well. Your jaw clenched tight as you tried to keep your emotions in check, your silence already spoke volumes.

He grabbed a t-shirt and one of his sweatpants from his wardrobe and started changing, you weren’t phased by him changing in front of you, you were actually ignoring his existence. He knew you were done with him when you didn’t yell at him for changing in front of you, for not even being bothered by his appearance. You were boiling inside, but you kept a poker face. And it broke him into pieces, it have made him loads better if you screamed and yelled at him, if you voiced your anger like you usually do, but your silence scared him for the very first time and he thought it was the end.

He joined you in bed. By his body language you could tell he was preparing to say something. He cleared his throat, hesitant to say anything, but he had to keep that cool and confident image.

“Hey about last night, just so you know I didn’t cheat on you- it’s not like what it seemed, we di-”

“I don’t wanna hear anything, I don’t wanna even hear your voice Satoru” you said coldly

“I’m not dying to express myself but I don’t like it when someone msiun-”

“THEN SHUT UP” you snapped out of frustration

“W-what?”

“Idon’t wanna hear any more lies Satoru, you can fuck her as much as you want you, it’s not phasing me at all”

“Then why did it bother you like that to the point that ran away-”

“Because I’m disgusted of you” you said through gritted teeth throwing away your book on the floor

He didn’t say anything, but looked at you with wide eyes as you threw a tantrum.

“Why’d you insist that I’m a cheater huh? Because I’m not! She pushed herself on me! It was just a wrong timing”

“I.Don’t.Care!” you said as you left the bed

“Yeah clearly, you don’t care about anyone except yourself” now he started attacking you,

“WHAT?”

He took a step closer to you, his hand grabbing your wrist forcefully, pulling you towards him,

“I said you only care about yourself! You see what you want to see, you understand what you want to understand, you don’t even try to connect with people on a deeper level because you’re empty and you hate it, because you know once they get to know you they’ll find nothing from the inside”

He did strike a sensitive nerve, and hit a sensitive spot in you, using your trauma against you is a terrible thing to do, such a cowardice. It’s like voicing his own trauma but using it to insult you.

“You don’t have any right to say this, you don’t even know me!”

“And you don’t have any right to call me a cheater, you don’t even know me!”

“All I know is that you’re broken, alone and desperate…hiding behind power but the night exposes you, you nightmares humble you-”

“If you say any other word, you’ll regret it Y/N”

“Yeah threaten me all you like, I’m going to die anyway” you said the last sentence as a whisper but he heard it.

It pissed him off, how you caught all vulnerable, he hated to admit how his nightmares scared him, how they haunted him for years but you simply used them against him. He took a step closer to you,

“I pity you Y/n, you dare to speak nonsense because your entire life is nonsense itself.. Yeah that must be hard for you, being ignored by your parents and family, of course you’d grow up to become a disappointment, a failure. You failed your family and now you’re failing everyone around you in Jujutsu high..” he spoke,

His words like daggers that were thrown directly at your chest, you wanted to fight him back but deep down you knew every word he said was true. Your family didn’t even call to check up on you since the day you got married, as if you were a burden and finally got rid of it. They didn’t even believe that your curse would break, they had a bit of hope that Gojo would do something but definitely not you.

You stared at him, with a smile that hid your sadness , you grabbed your jacket, and left. Closing the door behind you. He didn’t mean any word he said, he was just driven by jealousy, and you saying that him and Mei Mei didn’t bother you drove him crazy, making him think that you don’t have any feelings towards him and that you want Nanami instead.

*Timeskip to the morning*

As the morning light filtered through the big window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table, Gojo took his seat, ignoring Mei Mei who was trying hard to get his attention. As the minutes ticked by, your absence became increasingly conspicuous, concerned whispers filled the room.

“Where’s your wife?” asked principal Yaga

Satoru’s brow furrowed in confusion,

“I thought she was here…maybe she’s in the bathroom or something” he replied, shoving food inside his mouth.

“I was in the bathroom, and she wasn’t there” said Maki

A sense of panic rippled through the group, Nanami quickly stood up from his chair and started searching in the whole school, but you were nowhere to be found. Followed by your students, principal Yaga and now Gojo whose heart started pounding as he looked for you everywhere. Only Mei Mei calmly sitting still, enjoying her food.

Once again gathered in the common room, after their failed attempt to find you, they called you multiple times but failed to reach you.

“Did something happened between you two?” asked Principal Yaga, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Satoru swallowed hard, the weight of his guilt settling heavily upon his shoulders,

“We-we had an argument last night….” He admitted “she left the room and I thought she was just going to the balcony or something…I didn’t realize she had left”

“SHE WAS YOUR FUCKING RESPONSIBILTY SATORU!!” yelled Yaga sensei

“Sensei I truly didn’t know!”

“You know that there’s a murderer on the loose that’s targeting her and you didn’t care ..”

“Wait what?” asked the students in union since they didn’t know about Toji’s plan to murder you.

“Instead of protecting her what the fuck where you doing?” asker principal Yaga once again

“He was with me!” said Mei Mei taking the last bite of her toast “Gojo was with me” she repeated

“If you dare to throw any other lie Mei Mei I swear to God I’ll kill you” threatened Gojo walking towards her but Nanami stopped him.

“Don’t blame others for your own mistakes Gojo “ she said offensively

As they were fighting, trying to have a plan on how to find you, Gojo received a text on his phone, that got his eyes widen in fear,

[Gojo Satoru, I wanted to inform you that your wife is with me, I don’t think you care that much , but so you can save yourself and energy from the hassle of searching that the higher ups would put you through – Toji Fushiguro]

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😘𝓗𝓒’𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓪 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵: 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 1😘

Bell decodes with different colored glitter gel pens. ✨🖋️

—Each color means something unique in regards to the necessary information to decipher, encrypt, decrypt along with any necessary information. 😌That’s at least what Bell says when Hudson complains with a twitching brow and a vein in his forehead. 😇 He never gets the bigger picture like Bell does 🙄

In the same papers of her work, Bell does random doodles of “R+B”, hearts, cigarettes, smoke from the cigarette in a shape of a heart, and shades. 🤭

—She also has every “i” and “j” with a heart instead of a dot if she’s decoding English. “ö” “ü” “ä” “i” and “j” in German. Sadly, there is no possible hearts when she writes in Russian. 😔 But she writes pretty Russian clear cursive instead to make up for it 🥰✨

No leaving the safehouse till Bell’s nails are fully dried. 🙄💅 No chips will be created nor warbled polish on her nail that looks like someone took a shit on it. 😤 Thankfully she’s time efficient and plans accordingly if it’s for a mission. If anyone complains or is not willing to wait, be prepared for a whiny complaining Bell the ride. Everyone has learned their lesson the first time, however. 😌💅

—Bell has a special polish ordered overseas where it’s infused with snake venom. 😌💅 If someone gets slapped by her with her perfect almond shaped nails—they’ll surely get a scratch and feel the effects of the venom quickly with a burning sensation. 😇🤭 Nothing like another’s screams at how perfect you do your nails. 💅✨

Bell gives everyone health tips in any way, shape or form in every conversation if possible. She’ll squeeze something related into it unprompted but that’s because she’s just looking out for everyone 😌😇 Including Russ 😍😍😍

Speaking of health, Bell absolutely needs her beauty sleep in the correct amount of hours each and every time. 😤 She will not have eye bags. Anything that needs to be done can be done the next day 😌💯

She randomly goes outside of the safehouse to tan with a bikini on in a makeshift chair she made with the pallets and chair cushions. She needs to keep her tan line 💅 It doesn’t matter how cold it is, she’s quite capable. 😌

—it also gives her an excuse to either ask or “borrow” Adler’s jacket to warm her up. 😏😘 She also likes to steal either his or Hudson’s shades while she tans in between decoding. 😎😜Adler knows her play early on with a roll of his eyes and starts to refuse, making sure he has her own jacket ready on hand. He’s immune to Bell’s pouts 😭 but not immune to her other numerous plans for him to fall for her. 😌😍💁‍♀️

All her plans are laid out in her journal that looks like she “edited” with pink glitter and cut outs you can find in crafting stores that won’t break such as shades 🕶️, lipstick kisses💋 , lipstick💄, nails 💅 and nail polish at the front titled: “Classified”. 💯 Inside there’s a 15 step listed plan on the different scenarios Bell has for him to fall for her or make a move on her.

—Adler found it while snooping around her hotel room, read it, and slowly put it back and left the room. (He read that Bell has already done 1–6 of her plan 🤭😘) He doesn’t know why he’s starting to feel suspicious of the high maintenance terrorist that was clearly from high society based on his observations, but he can’t shake it after the Berlin Wall mission. 😌 Russ is so astute and sharp 😍🥰😘

Bell has a voice kink. 😍😍😍 Only Russ’s tho 😤 She loves how often Russ says her name at the end of each sentence practically. His voice sounds so sexy when he says “We’ve got a job to do” too! 🥰🥰🥰 What a man! 😘

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A/N: More HC’s to come! This is just the set up. I’ll have drabbles here and there. Remember this is for fun and more information will be revealed in this format along with drabbles. 😂

I also wanna try to show what Bell’s feed would look like if she wasn’t born so early. This Bell would’ve loved TikTok and Insta. And a menace on Twitter, based on @makeyourpeacenow own observation. I just need to figure out how to do it. 💀

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jgoddesstarot · 2 years ago

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Pick-A-Pile: First Impressions: What will be your initial reaction upon meeting your Future Spouse?

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🔮How I read: I use a mix of tarot cards, oracle cards, along with my intuitive abilities of claircognizance, clairaudience, and clairsentience.

🔮How this works: Close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you.

Pile 1

Tarot Cards: The Empress, 10 of Pentacles, Ace of Pentacles, 10 of Wands, 9 of Cups, and 10 of Cups

Oracle Cards: Pink Opal: Be Kind to Yourself; Apatite: Get Out of Your Comfort Zone; Calling In Your Soul Mate: Your prayers, affirmations and visualizations help bring you together.

Welcome, my seductive Pile 1's. Let’s delve into the intoxicating allure of your tarot spread, beckoning with passion and mysteries. First up is The Empress, dripping with sensuality, fertility, and undeniable beauty. The moment your eyes meet your future spouse's, expect a rush of electrifying chemistry, a sensation that envelopes you in heated familiarity. Their aura will caress your senses, making you feel desired and adored, like the rare gem that you are.

Sliding into the 10 of Pentacles, this card exudes the tantalizing scent of wealth, legacy, and commitment. Your future lover promises to be an anchor, established and opulent, someone who fervently cherishes family and long-term visions. The Ace of Pentacles accentuates this, whispering of thrilling financial adventures or career escapades. Meeting this bewitching partner may not just be an emotional whirlwind, but also a luscious twist in your wealth or professional trajectory.

Ah, the 10 of Wands, sensuously hinting at burdens and enticing challenges. But fret not, my tantalizing Pile 1’s, for this just portrays your future lover as one who passionately embraces hard work and seductively shoulders responsibilities. The 9 of Cups, draped in satisfaction and deep contentment, assures you that your early dalliances with this person will leave you thirsting for more, drowning in emotional ecstasy.

Now, as the 10 of Cups dances forth, it speaks of euphoria, serenity, and intimate bonds. This card seductively hints that your initial rendezvous will be bathed in intense joy and pleasure, signifying an everlasting passionate bond. From the oracle realm, the Pink Opal card sensuously beckons you to treat yourself with the tenderness you deserve, while the Apatite card tempts you to venture beyond familiar territories.

Our concluding oracle whisper, "Calling In Your Soul Mate," is a sultry testament to your deep desires and powerful visualizations. Your yearnings, sultry affirmations, and vivid daydreams are crafting the path to your destined lover. So, remain sultry, persist with those enticing affirmations, and prepare to embrace the passion coming your way.

In the end, the cards paint a portrait of an intoxicating, immediate connection with your future lover, guaranteeing stability and unbridled happiness. They invite you to embark on this amorous journey with a fearless heart, daring you to step out and believe fervently in the potency of your desires. Exquisite romance is en route to you. Relish the journey, my seductive Pile 1’s, and anticipate the electrifying embrace of your true love.

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: 6 of Wands, The Emperor, The Star, Queen of Wands (in reverse), 6 of Cups (in reverse)

Oracle Cards: Angelite: Support is all around you, Labradorite: See the Magic, Heart-to-Heart Conversations: Honestly discuss your feelings with each other

Greetings, my luscious Pile 2's. Prepare yourself to be swept off your feet as we dive into a tantalizing journey, revealing the seductive first impressions you'll experience upon laying eyes on your destined love. The cards we hold are infused with an intensely powerful and magnetic attraction, so let's take a daring dip into their mysteries.

Setting the rhythm for our dance is the 6 of Wands, which signifies recognition and triumph. From the instant you cross paths with your future spouse, you'll be consumed by an invigorating wave of pride. It's as if you've been suddenly thrust into a sultry spotlight, and they are your most passionate admirer, hypnotized by your every move. It's victorious, empowering, and undeniably electrifying.

Next, we're drawn into the commanding realm of The Emperor. My Pile 2's, there's an irresistible magnetic force here. You’ll perceive them as a powerful figure who radiates confidence and stability—a dominating presence who knows their desires and is not hesitant to seize them. This potent energy will be both daunting and enticing, like being drawn into the rhythm of a fiery tango.

Twinkling enticingly, The Star is up next. A symbol of hope, calm, and inspiration, this card suggests that your heart will acknowledge a profound, spiritual bond, almost as if fate is whispering intimate secrets of the cosmos into your soul. Their mere presence will ignite hope and illuminate the shadowy recesses of your heart.

Nonetheless, every captivating tale has its unforeseen twists. The Queen of Wands in reverse hints at an initial stir of intimidation or a fleeting lapse in your confidence in your own allure. Coupled with the 6 of Cups reversed, there may be feelings of disconnection or unfamiliarity, as if you're stepping into a completely new chapter, disconnected from past loves or youthful memories.

Our oracle guides chime in to paint the emotional backdrop. Angelite assures you that even in these moments of doubt, celestial energies wrap you in their comforting embrace, persuading you to trust the journey. Labradorite seductively entices you to recognize the magic in each moment, hinting that beneath every interaction, layers of enchantment are ready to be unraveled. Heart-to-Heart Conversations promises that the key to deciphering this riddle lies in open, naked dialogue. Speaking your truth and listening to theirs will embroider the rich tapestry of your shared destiny.

In conclusion, my enticing Pile 2's, your first rendezvous with your future spouse will be a maelstrom of commanding allure, hope, minor hesitations, and the promise of deeper connections. Embrace this journey, let candid conversations illuminate your path, and remember that amidst uncertainties, magic and celestial support are constants. The cards are whispering an epic love story where your blended energies ignite the world. So, brace yourself, for this journey promises to be nothing short of thrilling.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: 8 of Wands, Ace of Cups, Knight of Cups, 5 of Cups, 3 of Pentacles

Oracle Cards: Amazonite: Loosen Your Grip, Aventurine: Create Your Own Luck, Flirt: Extend your lighthearted energy to others

Greetings, my captivating Pile 3's. Your tarot journey begins with the swift and energetic 8 of Wands. Upon meeting your future spouse, your world will burst open with vibrant energy and a rapid progression of events. Think about the fireworks that ignite the dark, starlit sky with their brilliance. That's your connection; immediate, dynamic, and impossible to ignore.

Next, the Ace of Cups overflows with pure emotion and the promise of new beginnings. This radiant cup is the vessel carrying your initial reaction. It's so intense; your emotions are genuine and deep, brimming with potential for an extraordinary love story. You feel as if you've found someone who can touch and understand the deepest parts of your heart.

Then, the Knight of Cups rides in, symbolizing your future spouse. This knight is an embodiment of charm, romance, and gentle emotions. Your heart will flutter in response to their tender gestures, their soothing words, and above all, their captivating aura of mystery. Every interaction with them feels like a beautifully composed melody that you can't stop humming.

However, the 5 of Cups suggests that amid the excitement and wonder, there will be a tinge of sadness or regret. Perhaps memories of past heartbreaks will resurface, or you may sense a melancholic undertone in your spouse's smiles. Remember, my Pile 3's, these emotional landscapes only enrich your shared narrative, adding depth and authenticity.

The 3 of Pentacles, a card of teamwork and shared goals, reinforces this idea. Together, you will build a nurturing, supportive environment. Your shared dreams and aspirations will become the solid bricks that construct your future.

The Oracle cards amplify the tarot's message. Amazonite urges you to 'Loosen Your Grip.' Allow yourself to be carried away by this whirlwind romance. Aventurine encourages you to 'Create Your Own Luck.' Own your narrative and infuse it with your unique charm and flair. Lastly, the 'Flirt' card suggests extending your lighthearted energy to others. So, enjoy those initial, fluttery moments of getting to know each other.

In conclusion, my dazzling Pile 3's, your first encounter with your future spouse will be a vibrant dance of emotions, a mix of thrill, deep affection, gentle melancholy, and the promise of shared dreams. Remember, every unique thread adds to the intricate tapestry of your love story. So, embrace each moment with open arms and hearts, for they will lead to love as deep as the ocean, as enduring as the mountains.

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hey-august · 1 year ago

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I know I'm pathetic - Pt 6

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Fic tag)

✨The final part!!✨ I just added a warning for implied sex since I did a last minute adjustment. I hope yall had fun reading this throughout the week! 🩷 And for those who prefer to read everything in one-go, enjoy!!

WC: ~550

Warnings for the entire story: NSFW, mdni, Buggy x GN!reader, not an established relationship, dubcon, auralism, masturbation, buggy is a fucking perv, slight degradation kink, implied sex

Tag list: @rorywritesjunk @lostfirefly @ane5e @fanaticsnail

Title from Pathetic by blink-182

“Captain…”

Shit. He definitely didn’t imagine it. This was a problem. Did you know? Were you messing with him? He needed to find out.

Buggy flew out of his room before reigning himself in. There were plenty of people still awake and he didn’t want to drag attention to himself. He strode to the bathroom, unsure what he would do when he got there. What he would say to you. What he would ask.

It didn’t matter though. By the time he got to the bathroom, it was empty. You were gone. All that was left was steam and a message on the mirror.

“I’m waiting for you.”

Was this message really for him? Were you actually waiting for him? Why? Was it a trick? Buggy’s mind was reeling, torn between the fucked up fantasies he’s been indulging in and what little grasp on reality he still had.

An unexpected sensation pulled him from the cyclone of thoughts. A warm breath on his ear. His ear…where was it? It wasn’t in the bathroom anymore.

Lips grazed his missing appendage and he shuddered.

“Captain? Did you find my message yet?”

Buggy's breath stopped in his chest as you whispered directly to him.

“I know your secret,” you teased. “I know what you’ve been doing, you perv. You’re a dirty guy, you know?”

He whimpered.

“Wanna know my secret?”

“Yes,” Buggy gasped to no one.

“I bet you do…my secret is that I like it. I like knowing that you touch yourself to me, captain.”

Buggy’s hand flew to his aching dick. If you liked it, he’d keep doing it.

“You’re probably touching yourself right now, you creep.”

He whimpered again.

“Would you stop if I told you to?”

He stopped.

“Would you screw me if I asked you to? I think I’d like that a lot more.”

Buggy’s legs moved before you finished that question.

“Please don’t keep me waiting too lon-”

You were interrupted by a frantic knocking and a breathless demand to open the fucking door.

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Your sheets were soaked with sex and sweat by the time you two were drained and exhausted.

Buggy wasn’t sure if he was falling asleep or blacking out. His back was pressed against your chest and you were warm. So very warm.

“How’d you find out?” Buggy mumbled through the edges of sleep.

“Your boots are loud.”

Right. He knew that. He should have known it was a give away.

“I also had your ear on purpose.”

Now he was awake. Before Buggy could roll over, you held him tighter.

“Accidentally on purpose,” you laughed. “I found it earlier that day and put it in my pocket. I forgot and only remembered when I heard you outside my door. By then, it was too late.”

“Too late…”

“Well, I might have stopped if you knocked. But it sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”

Silence hung in the room as the words sunk in.

“You tricked me into listening to your- your debauchery, just so you could get off!" Buggy’s hands broke free and gestured wildly in the air. “You’re the pervert! You corrupted me,” he huffed offendedly. Provokingly.

“You were always a dirty freak, captain. Don’t be a liar too,” you said against his ear before giving it a small bite.

Buggy groaned softly through the smile on his face. He was a dirty freak. A depraved degenerate. A pathetic pervert. And so were you.

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ms-richtofen · 1 month ago

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STORY BELOWWWW:

Mythical Maddening ⭐️✨ (Part 1)

This whole fucking idea literally came out of nowhere..

Okay, so like, one day, I was eating a jar of sour cream and thought “Hmmm… what if Richtofen was in MLP?” And then I was like “HOLY SHIT THAT’S THE PLOT OF THE CENTURY!!” And now I’ve made ts.

Now there’s some totally random shit in here that has nothing to do with the CODZ story (that entire thing had EVERY gap in that bitch filled) So there might be some stuff in there with little explanation, so just pretend that it makes sense :D

Btw, I don’t remember everything about the story, so decide where this event might be for me pretty please??

Warning: Stupid ass-fuck horses in a children’s cartoon not taking a whole unc seriously

Quick context: From the words of the Kronorium (or however you spell that shit) Richtofen needs to find this “Brooch of Wonder” and for whatever reason it’s in Equestria!! And with a brief skim of what the hell that place is, he set off to locate it at the interim of Origins and The Giant. (Btw, due to the power in Richtofen’s blood, I believe that it would multiply his magic abilities as a unicorn like… REALLY high. I’m not entitling him lol, I’m just making this realistic. Also, I didn’t change anything about Richtofen’s appearance and just made him look normal, obviously with his structure being in pony form)

The cerulean tear in reality shimmered and dissolved behind him as Primis Edward Richtofen landed with a surprising lack of clumsiness on the soft, springy turf. One moment, he was navigating the chaotic eddies of inter-dimensional travel after the events at Origins, the next, this. This saccharine spectacle.

He blinked, his blue eyes – thankfully still his own – struggling to reconcile the vibrant hues assaulting them. Candy-colored cottages nestled amongst trees that seemed to bloom like flowers in the crack of spring. Pastel, equine creatures with unnaturally sprightly faces and flowing manes pranced about with an almost unsettling cheerfulness. Richtofen, a man whose usual surroundings involved crumbling bunkers, undead hordes, and the ever-present stench of decay, felt a wave of something akin to nausea.

He glanced down at himself. His familiar green vest, the pristine white shirt, the blue trousers with their telltale red stripe – all present. The sturdy leather boots… also there, though now ending in cloven hooves. He lifted a hand, or rather, a foreleg, and studied it. Still his hands, just… hoof-shaped. And the fur. A soft, unblemished tone of his real skin color covered his form.

Then there was the a weird sensation… something that felt like an appendage. He looked into the nearby puddle. Centered on his forehead, spiraling elegantly upwards, a smoothed horn. Richtofen stared at it with a mixture of disbelief and profound irritation. He prodded it gingerly with a hoof. Nothing happened. Good. One less magical inconvenience to deal with in this… Equestria, he mentally spat the name.

"Friendship is magic," he muttered under his breath, his voice, thankfully, retaining its usual crisp German accent. "More like friendship is a blatant disregard for the grim realities of existence."

He attempted a stride, immediately feeling the unfamiliar gait. It was… bouncy. He looked ridiculous. With a sigh that ruffled his newfound muzzle, Richtofen consciously adjusted, mimicking the movements of the pastel-colored inhabitants. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for him to find a semblance of pony-like locomotion, though his expression remained one of utter disdain.

His mission was clear, or at least, as clear as it could be given his unexpected detour. The Brooch of Wonder. Maxis and the Kronorium had mentioned it, an artifact that can amplify one’s raw strength, placing it somewhere within these… equestrian lands. Richtofen needed it. Urgently. It held a key, he was certain, to unraveling the Gordian knot of their fractured reality.

Richtofen then noticed a bunch of scrolls in a wooden box next to a sign that said “Ponyville”. Richtofen grabbed one, reluctantly using his mouth, and looked through it. It was a map of this “Ponyville”, a few darker spots on certain locations, indicating their importance.

His search began, an awkward, crumpet-furred figure navigating a world of big smiles and incessant cheer.

His first encounter was… jarring. A creature of an almost painful and overwhelming shade of pink, with an equally exuberant mane and tail, literally bounced as he peeked inside the colorful building emitting the overwhelming aroma of baked goods.

"Oh! Hello!" she chirped behind the counter, her voice high-pitched and brimming with an almost manic energy. "You're new here! I haven't seen you around before! Welcome to Sugar Cube Corner! I'm Pinkie Pie!" She punctuated her greeting with a rapid-fire series of enthusiastic hops.

Richtofen nearly flinched at he was shot with rapid-fire questions. He stared at her, his mind struggling to process the sheer, unadulterated… joy emanating from this being. "Richtofen," he stated flatly, attempting to sidestep her.

"Richtofen!" Pinkie Pie repeated, as if it were the most fascinating word she'd ever heard. "That's a fun name! Sooooo what are you here for? Are you here for a party? Because I can throw a party! I love parties! Do you like cupcakes? We have cupcakes! And balloons! And streamers! Oh, and did you know that-“

Richtofen stared at her, a muscle twitching under his eyes. "I am not here for a 'party'," he enunciated and interrupted with exaggerated precision.

Pinkie Pie’s smile didn’t falter, if anything, it seemed to widen. “Aww, you’re shy! That’s okay! We can still be friends! Friendship is the bestest thing in the whole wide world! It can solve any problem! You’ll see!” She bounced closer, her pink nose nearly touching his. “So, Richtofen, what brings you to Ponyville? Are you here for the annual… uh… Ribbon Festival? Or maybe the Cloudsdale Chasing Competition? Oh! Or maybe you’re here for the super-duper… pie-eating contest?”

Richtofen sighed softly. “I am merely… passing through,” he said, trying to inject a measure of his usual authority into the equine utterance. “I have… matters of great importance to attend to.”

Pinkie Pie’s ears perked up. “Ooh! Important matters! Are they super-duper important? Like, save-the-world important? Because we do that sometimes! Oh! I remember this one time, where Twilight and I had to-”

Richtofen had been here for five minutes, and he already he was on the verge of exploding. This was going to be a long day. His every fiber screaming for the cold, logical embrace of a zombie horde.

“I seek an… artifact,” Richtofen interrupted , his tone clipped. “The Brooch of Wonder.”

Pinkie Pie’s ears drooped slightly. “The Brooch of… Wonder? Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell. But hey! I hope you find it! We have all sorts of things here!” She suddenly gasped dramatically, “Wait! We need to make a party for you A.S.A.P!! No pony comes into Ponyville without a welcome party!

Richtofen massaged his temples – or where his temples would be on a normal human head. “No, thank you. I have no time for such frivolous… gatherings.” He attempted to turn around, but Pinkie Pie, seemingly had the ability to teleport magically, and blocked his path, startling him briefly.

“Aww, come on! It’ll be fun! We play games, and dance, and we can all be friends!” she declared, her smile so wide it looked like her face might split.

Richtofen frowned. “Friendship? A rather… simplistic solution to the complexities of existence, wouldn’t you agree?” He tried to inject a hint of his usual sardonic wit, but it seemed to fall flat in the face of Pinkie Pie’s unwavering cheerfulness.

“Awww…” Pinkie Pie groaned, her eyes big with morose. Then, she sprung back into her erratic self. “Oh well! Gooooood luck with finding your Brooch!” She said, returning back to counter.

Richtofen sighed in relief, and left the Bakery. Well that was a waste of time.

His next encounter was a study in contrasts. He found a small, overgrown cottage, surrounded by a menagerie of small animals and natural atmosphere. He knocked on the door of the cottage, waiting for whoever resided in it, to answer.

Then, a Pegasus with cream colored fur and elegant cotton candy colored hair answered the door. The smile smile on her face disappeared immediately after she saw Richtofen, and almost flinched out of her skin. Her doe eyes widened in fear, and she gulped softy, “Oh dear…” It was clear she was intimidated by Richtofen’s presence, like he was a freak of nature. Animals scattered away from the unfamiliar pony, doing what Fluttershy wished she could.

"Excuse me," Richtofen began, trying for a less abrasive tone than usual. "I am looking for… information."

Fluttershy trembled slightly, her gaze darting between Richtofen and the undergrowth. "Y-yes?" she squeaked.

"I seek an object," Richtofen continued, trying to keep his voice even. "A brooch. It is said to possess… unique properties."

Fluttershy's brow furrowed in thought, her long eyelashes fluttering. "A brooch…? I… I don't think I've seen one. Is it… around here?"

"Possibly," Richtofen conceded, his patience wearing thin. "It is called the Brooch of Wonder."

Fluttershy's eyes widened again, a hint of fear creeping into them. "The… the Brooch of Wonder? Oh my. That sounds… important." She wrung her hooves together. "I… I haven't seen it. Maybe… maybe you could ask Rarity? She knows about… shiny and fancy things."

"Rarity?" Richtofen echoed, filing the name away. "Where might I find this… Rarity?"

"She… she has a boutique," Fluttershy whispered, pointing a trembling hoof vaguely towards the center of what seemed to be the town. "It's called… Carousel Boutique." She then promptly turned her attention back to a distressed-looking animal beside her, murmuring soothing words. Richtofen, feeling like he was extracting teeth, simply nodded and moved on. Fluttershy wasn’t a pain to sanity, but it certainly looked like it could be a work-out getting information out of her.

Carousel Boutique was, as its name suggested, an explosion of pastel fabrics and shimmering accessories. A white unicorn with a perfectly coiffed violet mane and an air of dramatic flair presided over the establishment. This had to be Rarity.

As Richtofen entered, Rarity gasped, her violet eyes widening in what he initially mistook for alarm.

"Oh, mother of Celestia!" she exclaimed, trotting towards him with an almost theatrical grace. "My dear, you are simply divine! That rugged uniform, the strong, yet refined lines of your physique, and those magnificent eyes! You are an absolute vision!"

Richtofen blinked, completely taken aback. Romantic interest? Directed at him? In his stupid pony form? This was a new level of absurdity.

“Um, thank you?” He said uncertainly. Rarity then started preform a movement that looked like unsteady running in place, a strained delightful squeal escaping his lips. “Oh my! And you have a French accent!” She exclaimed, looking like she won the lottery. Richtofen face fell in stoic offense, “It’s German.” He said monotonously. Rarity flicked her hoof in mild acknowledgment, “Same thing. Now, what could a gracious colt like you need from moi?”

"I… I am merely looking for an object," he began, trying to steer the conversation back to his purpose.

"An object?" Rarity purred, circling him slowly, her gaze lingering on his face. "What manner of object could possibly enhance such natural beauty? Perhaps a tastefully draped scarf? Or a subtly jeweled collar?"

"A brooch," Richtofen stated firmly. "The Brooch of Wonder."

Rarity's eyes widened further, this time with genuine interest. "The Brooch of Wonder! Legend speaks of it! A relic of immense power and… exquisite craftsmanship, if the tales are to be believed. Why, a piece like that would be a stunning addition to any collection!" She paused, her gaze softening. "Especially on someone with your… distinguished aura."

Richtofen resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Do you know where I might find it?"

Rarity tapped a perfectly manicured hoof to her chin, her brow furrowed in thought. "Hmm… I've heard whispers. Old tales, really. They all spoke of the brooch but in every single tale it was in a different location, some far, some near. But those are just rumors." She stepped closer, "Tell me, darling, why does such a… striking stallion seek such a powerful artifact?"

Richtofen hesitated. How much could he reveal? "It is… of personal importance," he said vaguely.

Rarity sighed dramatically. "Alas, my knowledge is limited. But I do hope you find what you’re looking for.."

Richtofen nodded, at least she tried to be helpful. “Thank you.” He murmured. She then fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Do come back and visit me, darling. Perhaps I can help you… accessorize… once your quest is complete." Richtofen mumbled a noncommittal response and beat a hasty retreat.

Sweet Apple Acres was indeed dominated by the pervasive aroma of apples. Rows upon rows of apple trees stretched across rolling hills, and warm-furred ponies bustled about, harvesting the fruit with impressive efficiency. In the center of the activity was a sturdy-looking earth pony with a blonde mane and tail, wearing a cowboy hat.

She was currently bucking the apples off the trees, falling measurably into surrounding bucket. As Richtofen approached, she turned, her bright green eyes sizing him up.

"Howdy, stranger!" she called out, her tone friendly and direct. "What brings ya to Sweet Apple Acres?"

"I am looking for information," Richtofen said, keeping his tone neutral. "Regarding a… brooch."

Applejack's ears twitched. "A brooch, huh? Fancy thing for 'round these parts. What's it look like?"

"It is said to be called the Brooch of Wonder," Richtofen replied, feeling like a broken record.

Applejack's expression turned thoughtful. "The Brooch of Wonder… now that rings a bell. Granny Smith used to tell stories about that. Said it was a powerful somethin'-or-other, lost a long time ago."

"Do you know where it might be?" Richtofen pressed, a flicker of hope igniting within him.

Applejack shook her head. "Nope. Just old tales. But Granny might remember more. She's inside, bakin' up a storm." She grinned. "Say, you look a might travel-worn. How 'bout I offer you some fresh apple cider and a slice of apple pie while you wait? Best in Equestria, I reckon!"

Richtofen hesitated. The thought of indulging in saccharine pastries was unappealing, but information was paramount. "That would be… acceptable," he conceded.

Inside a cozy farmhouse, a wizened old earth pony with a mischievous glint in her eye was indeed presiding over a mountain of apple-based delicacies. Richtofen explained his quest, and Granny Smith stroked her chin thoughtfully.

“The Brooch of Wonder, eh?" she rasped, her voice surprisingly strong. "Now that's a tale from way back. Truth is, nobody's seen it in generations." She eyed Richtofen shrewdly. "Why are you lookin' for such an old thing, son?"

Richtofen offered a vague explanation about historical interest, which Granny Smith seemed to take with a healthy dose of skepticism. While he didn't gain any concrete leads, the mention of possible locations provided potential avenues for investigation. Applejack, true to her word, plied him with an alarming amount of apple-related food, her enthusiasm for all things apple bordering on fanatical. Richtofen politely declined every cuisine thrown at him, much to Applejack’s dismay and disbelief.

Somehow he was learning everything about the brooch except its location. He thanked Applejack and Granny Smith for their, albeit little, help, and continued his search.

His next encounter was almost a collision. A vibrant blue pegasus with a rainbow-colored mane and tail zipped past him at an incredible speed nearly crashing into him.

"Watch it, slowpoke!" she yelled over her shoulder, before executing a series of dazzling aerial maneuvers.

Richtofen, who had narrowly avoided being knocked off his hooves, scowled. "Careless oaf," he muttered.

Rainbow Dash landed with a flourish in front of him, a cocky grin on her face. "Hey, got a problem with my flying?" she challenged, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

"My only 'problem'," Richtofen retorted, his voice laced with irritation, "is the pervasive lack of competence in this… realm."

Rainbow Dash scoffed. "Competence? I'm the most awesome flier in all of Equestria! I'm even a Wonderbolt!"

"Wonderbolt?" Richtofen echoed, unimpressed. "Sounds… frivolous."

"Frivolous?" Rainbow Dash's jaw dropped, she already didn’t like his habit of using words she discovered yesterday. "The Wonderbolts are the best flyers in the world! They're amazing! They're fast! They're… well, they're awesome!"

"Well, I am looking for an artifact," Richtofen interrupted, cutting through her self-aggrandizement. "A brooch. The Brooch of Wonder."

Rainbow Dash's expression shifted from annoyance to a more thoughtful one. "The Brooch of Wonder? Hmm… never heard of it. Sounds kinda… lame. Not exactly flashy, is it?" She shrugged. "Maybe Twilight knows something about old stuff. She's the smart one."

"Twilight?" Richtofen sighed inwardly. Another pony to add to the ever-growing list. "Where might I find her?"

"She lives in that tower over there," Rainbow Dash said, pointing with a hoof towards a large, purple crystallized tower it the distance. "Can't miss it. Always got her nose stuck in a book." With another swift movement, she took to the sky, leaving Richtofen in a swirl of multi-colored tailwind. Her casual dismissal of his quest, coupled with her overabundance of self-importance, reminded him uncomfortably of a certain loudmouthed American.

Twilight Sparkle's tower was filled floor to ceiling with gorgeous shimmers and comforting decor. A purple alicorn with a dark blue mane and sparkling violet eyes was perched on a stack of tomes, diligently reading. She looked up as Richtofen awkwardly entered, her expression one of polite curiosity.

"Hello," she said warmly. "You must be new here. I haven't seen you around before. I'm Twilight Sparkle."

"Richtofen," he replied curtly. "I am searching for an object."

"An object?" Twilight tilted her head. "What kind of object?"

"A brooch," Richtofen stated. "The Brooch of Wonder."

Twilight's eyes widened, a spark of recognition in them. "The Brooch of Wonder! I've read about it! It's a very old artifact, said to possess… significant magical properties."

A sliver of genuine hope flickered within Richtofen, along with a flutter of genuine interest. Finally, someone who spoke a language he could just about understand. "You know where it is?"

Twilight's brow furrowed. "Not exactly. The texts are… vague. Some say it's hidden deep within the Everfree Forest, protected by ancient magic. Others believe it was lost in the ruins of an old castle." She studied Richtofen intently. "Why? Are you looking for it?"

Richtofen hesitated. He could sense a different kind of intelligence in Twilight's gaze, a genuine curiosity that went beyond mere pleasantries. "It is… crucial to my… research," he said carefully.

Twilight nodded slowly, seemingly accepting his vague answer. Twilight began walking, taking him to a place where she should give evidence on her findings. "The Everfree Forest is a dangerous place," she warned. "And the old castles… well, they haven't been explored in centuries. There are many dangers lurking in those places."

Twilight then levitated a book to show Richtofen with her magic, “I really don’t encourage you to go on this journey alone.” Richtofen let the book fall in his raised hoof, “Trust me, it is invaluable to my… objective.”

Richtofen then looked at the book, but an uneasy quietness had settled over both of them. He hesitantly looked up at Twilight, and noticed that her gaze drifted to the horn on Richtofen's forehead. A thoughtful expression crossed her face. "You have a horn," she observed. "You’re a unicorn, right?" She seemed genuinely surprised.

"I… seem to be," Richtofen replied, still unwilling to acknowledge the magical appendage, nor understanding why she was so interested in it.

Twilight's eyes softened slightly, and an uneasy laugh left her lips. "Sorry. It’s just… It's unusual for a unicorn not to… use their magic. It's a natural part of who we are." She paused, a hint of concern in her voice. "Are you alright? Is something… preventing you?"

Richtofen bristled. "There is nothing preventing me. I simply have no need for… parlor tricks."

Twilight's gaze remained fixed on his horn, a flicker of uncertainty in her violet eyes. She had sensed a raw, untamed power emanating from him, a magical signature unlike anything she had encountered before. The sheer potential thrumming beneath his stoic exterior was almost palpable. If he were to ever unlock that magic… the implications were staggering.

She sensed a depth beneath his gruff exterior, a force that could be… significant.

She had no idea just how significant. If Richtofen ever realized the potential that lay dormant within him, if he ever learned to channel the chaotic energies through his horn, the very foundations of Equestria might tremble. Moving the sun or the moon, feats that required the combined power of her mentors, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, would seem like child’s play to him. He might even accomplish such feats without realizing their extraordinary nature, dismissing them as simple parlor tricks.

Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, was beginning to understand that not every newcomer could be embraced with open hooves. Some required a more… cautious approach. The pony named Richtofen, with his strange attire, his unsettling intensity, and the untapped power that radiated from him, was one such individual. Her belief in the magic of friendship remained, but a new, subtle layer of apprehension began to weave its way into her understanding. This particular pony, she sensed, was a force to be reckoned with, whether he knew it or not. And the potential consequences of him discovering the true extent of his abilities in this unsuspecting land were… unsettling, to say the least.

PART 2 COMING SOON!! :)

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“Echoes And Crumbs”

| Kanato - Oneshot |

Explanation: This is just a small storytelling, about Kanato and his loneliness with memories and candies. (I did it in a rush of inspiration and well this is the result, hope you enjoy it ✨)

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“Are you going to Scaborough fair?

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and thyme”

But the echoing voice was from a female. The voice singing in comfort sounded like his mother's voice. The voice lulling him to sleep was the voice of the woman who gave birth to him. Yes, it was hers. There was no doubt about it. It was his mother.

In the midst of the thick darkness, the gentle arms of a female figure drew him into an embrace, forming a small cradle in her arms to cradle her baby. The woman stroked the young man's hair, pressing his head to her breast, where his heart pumped and beat in lulling rhythms. The young man's ear rested against her chest, feeling his mother's heartbeat against her skin.

As this affection occurred, the woman's chest not only throbbed, but also vibrated, vibrating with the echo of her voice as she sang an old song to her son.

“Remember me to one who lives there

He once … was a true love of mine”

The young vampire, felt a bittersweet sensation, just stood still, allowing himself to be frozen by the echo of his mother's voice. Allowing himself to be embraced by that illusion. Allowing himself to be lulled by those arms in the midst of the emptiness.

In the confusion of this strange comfort, he hyperventilated his trembling mouth, letting a few reddish tears fall.

“Oh, Kanato… Are you crying?” His mother asked in a tender tone, with a hint of concern.

He didn't respond, only the bloody tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes. A hemorrhage of sadness bursting from his heart.

“Shhh…” his mother soothed, seeing her son cry. “Your cheeks shouldn’t be stained with that.” She gently ran her thumb over his face, wiping away his crimson tears, not caring about staining herself. “Mom is here. You don’t have to cry.” As she continued wiping away the bloody tears that flowed from her son, her hand ended up soaked in a fresh red. But she didn’t care being stained by his blood.

Smiling, the beautiful lady, the vampire mother, continued singing to ease her son's grief. In a whispering voice, echoing around him.

It seemed that the vampire couldn’t stop crying blood. His gaze was lost in nothingness, unsure how to react. But out of the corner of his eyes, he could see his mother's purple hair stretching out, those purple strands moving like snakes, that reminded him that he was her son. Sharing genetics. Like the roots of a cursed tree, he was merely the fruit that grew from those dark branches.

He wanted to hug her, reach for her, look into her eyes, but his body seemed like a doll's, almost inert and only letting itself be rocked by the arms of its owner. He couldn't move, not even to turn his gaze upwards and meet her face.

He moved his lips to try to speak, but no sound came from her throat. His voice was sealed with a padlock to which only she had the key. The only voice that was allowed to sound freely was hers. The echoing voice of his Mother. Singing that cursed song he himself had sung countless times for her pleasure. But…

Mothers are supposed to lull their children with lullabies, right?

It was only a matter of seconds before everything went black, and suddenly his eyes opened to reality. Before long, he regained consciousness, his eyelids opened completely. He had woken up. Discovering that it had all been a dream…

Then he sat up in his bed, clutching the sheets in his fists. His gaze was remained fixed on nothing, nothing but the shadows of his cold room. His eyebrows curled in a sad expression, at the confusion of that experience.

Why?

Why did he have to dream like that? Dream or Nightmare? What tasteless trick was his own mind trying to play on him? When in reality, his mother never-… she never-…

The fact that it was just a dream also made him angry

Her false voice still echoed in his memory, singing a false memory that never happened and never will. It was just an illusion. And that only made him more irritated.

How dare his own head play tricks on him like this? Now he hated his own being, hated feeling the bitterness—the bitterness in his head, the bitterness in his chest. That irritated him to the point where he could even taste it.

Now he felt the bitterness in his mouth.

Aggressively, he unwrapped himself from the sheets and jumped out of bed, irritated. He didn't even care about putting on his shoes anymore, he walked barefoot, because he had to find something sweet immediately! Now! It was urgent!.

With every passing second, that bitterness became an irritable itch inside him. That bitterness mocked him. Everything mocked him. Even his own head.

He doesn't know who, but someone must be laughing at him, irritating him on purpose, because he can't find a more logical answer than that this is the work of someone who hates him.

After throwing some objects out of his way, he finally found the whereabouts of his candy collection, that beloved collection of sweets he'd enjoyed for days, but which would now disappear in minutes. Sitting on the floor, he crouched on his knees to begin devouring. He desperately opened the wrapper, using his fists to squeeze the soft marshmallows and stuff them into his mouth. Chewing angrily, swallowing desperately.

Then he proceeded to tear open a box of chocolates, scooping them up in stacks between his fingers and bringing them back to his eager mouth, which was already full, but it didn't matter, he didn't want to leave a single space in his mouth unfilled with sugar. He has to flood his palate with sweetness.

That bitterness wouldn't be satisfied unless it was invaded by towers of candy. He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the scent of sweets, breathing it in like his oxygen.

He turned to look at another package and aggressively opened it with both hands, sending cookies flying out of the package.

He took the ones still near him and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, crunching them violently with his fangs, resulting in a mess of crumbs all around him. His cheeks were full, both inside and out… Of candy and crumbs.

Broken pieces of candy. Broken pieces around him. Broken pieces inside him.

Everything was breaking. And no one heard his cry.

Until the door suddenly opened, revealing the silhouette of the new Sacrificial Bride.

And the Vampire turned to look at her in surprise.

Smiling, revealing his fangs:

“Of course… Now I understand. It’s your fault”

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(Excuse me if there are any spelling or narrative errors.)

#diabolik lovers #kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers scenarios #cordelia sakamaki

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