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Last one I swear...What If 141...had an American girlfriend and they argued or had to teach them about some cultural differences? Football/soccer...currency...bathroom/loo, etc.

You said last one but we know that's not true. Don't blame you though. Keep them coming.

I love this idea. It's so cute! Translation mixup, confusion about slang, cultural differences, etc. Even though the Brits speak English, it's nothing like American English in a lot of respects, which is why I find this prompt so fun!

Wanted to make this quick and short. Presented in four drabbles. Enjoy!!

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Task Force 141 x Reader

Content & Warnings: brief swearing, brief mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 400

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Those are cookies, Kyle.”

“It’s a biscuit.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “A biscuit is savory. Cookies are sweet.”

“Your biscuit is a scone.”

“Oh my god,” you groan.

An old lady navigates around the two of you inside the grocery store. Her cart almost clips you.

Kyle glances down at the list in his hands. “What the fuck is an eggplant?”

“We need it for dinner on Tuesday.”

“But what is it?”

You point and Kyle follows. His arm drops to his side and he side-eyes you.

“That’s an aubergine.”

“That’s an aubergine,” you mimic as Kyle laughs.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

The front of the pub is painted all black with intricate gold lettering. A nearby streetlamp casts the front window in a warm glow.

“Remember what I told you?” asks Simon.

You both stare at the pub, neither moving to the door just yet.

“Tell me again.”

Simon clears his throat. “If I’m buying a round, don’t offer money for your portion. Order at the bar but don’t linger. Know what you want. Respect closing time.”

He pauses and you see him turn in the reflection of the window.

“Got it?” he asks.

“Got it.”

“Let’s get bloody pissed then.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

“You’ve got this. Don’t stress.” Johnny grasps your shoulders and squeezes. “It’ll be fine.”

“What if I mess up. Make a fool of myself?”

“You won’t,” he affirms.

“Johnny.”

He sighs and then cups the sides of your face. “You don’t have to say anything but three things.” You breathe deep, and Johnny goes in for a quick kiss. “What are they?”

“Aye,” you say. “Which means yes.”

“Naw,” and this is you emphasize with a terrible accent that makes Johnny wince, “is no.”

“What else?”

“It’s okay to use ‘fuck’ casually in a sentence.”

“That’s my girl,” laughs Johnny.

John Price

“If you’re coming to the game, you’re calling it by its proper name,” says John, pointing at you.

“What?” you ask with pretend aloofness. “Soccer?”

“Football,” he growls with annoyance.

It irritates John when you call the sport by its American name. But you do it anyway just to tease him.

John holds up a jersey. “This is important to me.”

“I know.”

“It’s a game with the boys.”

You pat his shoulder. “I know, John.”

He sighs. “What is it called?”

You remain quite and John arches an eyebrow.

“Soccer,” you answer, grinning.

“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.”

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take care of me (like i take care of you) pt.1

pairing: jemily x adhd!reader word count: 2.4k warnings: emily smokes in this one (SMOKING IS DANGEROUS LADIES, GAYS AND THEYS pls dont ruin ur lungs), reader is mentioned to vape but it is not shown, female terms of endearment - "little miss", y/n has a minor flashback to a previous relationship where they got belittled that leads to an rsd breakdown a/n: THIS PART GOT TOO LONG AND I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE MAIN PLOT POINT UNTIL 2.4k WORDS IN so its being split into two parts teehee :) also... i should have put this in the first part, but the house they live in is jj's house from cm evolution bc i'm quite literally obsessed with it anyway pls ignore the fact that it's clearly not three femme presenting humans holding hands i couldn't find a gif like that anywhere

you all had been blessed with a whole week off. a whole week that you got to spend with your favorite people in the entire world and not have to worry about being called in.

it had been ages since you had a whole week where you didn’t have to worry about a single work thing bothering you. the last time you had done this, you had convinced your then best friends to take you to their favorite park and have a picnic, go to the movies and even take you to the trader joes to get your favorite snacks. but this week, this week was different. firstly, you were now dating your best friends, and had been told to stay at theirs as long as you wanted to. you hadn’t left except to go to your apartment and grab a suitcase full of clothes. secondly, the case you had just finished drained the hell out of the three of you. a majority of the time was spent curled up on the couch cycling through shows on netflix and amazon prime, everyone taking turns picking a show to watch while eating leftover chinese food and cuddling. but today you were determined to get out of the house.

the local zoo was holding a sale to celebrate the birth of a new baby giraffe, which happened to be some of your favorite animals ever. so naturally, you got three tickets for the three of you last night and made sure you were up before both of your girlfriends to ensure you got your hands on tickets to feed the giraffes. it had been on your bucket list for a long time. ever since you were little, giraffes had intrigued you. they just looked so soft and cuddly. and you wanted to touch one. so, so bad. 

which is how you found yourself up at seven in the morning, squeezing yourself out from between the two older women and seaking downstairs, curling up in the armchair that you had claimed to yourself and grabbing your ipad. well, technically it was emily’s but she barely used it so therefore it was yours. you had all your favorite games on it anyway, so it was only fair that you used it more since you liked to play games on the jet. making sure you got to the website bright and early, you went to the page where you needed to buy the giraffe experience tickets and waited patiently until 7:30am hit and the first wave of tickets were sent out into the interwebs. within minutes, you had the three tickets you needed in your email. the next step to buttering up your girlfriends for a day at the zoo was to make breakfast. 

you knew exactly what breakfast each of them liked, and had memorized it a few weeks prior for moments like this. emily loved her bacon crispy, her eggs over easy and a marlboro gold by the bay window. jj, on the other hand, loved when you made the pillsbury biscuits with honey and butter, some sort of potato and getting kisses from both you and emily. considering emily usually woke up a little bit before you and jj on a typical day, you decided to start on hers first. you grabbed the box of cigarettes from her purse and put it over by the seat next to the kitchen table, opening the window so the cool dc air would flow through the kitchen as you cooked. sometimes you were tempted to light up a cigarette and see what they were like, but you couldn’t let go of your favorite fruity little flavors. that was another thing you added to your mental list of things to never let emily find out, since you knew she’d give you the look that she gives you whenever you’ve somehow disappointed her. 

jj had found out by a total accident a while ago, clocking your antsiness before you even did. you had stepped out for a breath of fresh air, not realizing that jj had followed you until you were mid hit and felt a presence behind you. while she had been disappointed, she knew that the oral fixation couldn’t be stopped if you weren’t chewing on your chewy necklace. you did your best to wear it, but sometimes the need for the nicotine buzz was stronger than your little necklace and you wanted to feel the dopamine. she sat with you outside while you tried to explain the way it made you feel, and she sat there the whole time and listened to you. she made you promise to lower the nicotine level, which you agreed to, but kept forgetting to go down whenever you stopped by the shop. 

despite the fear looming over you of disappointing emily, you couldn’t help but realize everything had been so easy with them. from communicating your needs to even just asking for them to sit with you. they made sure you were their number one priority. to this day, you were still scared of waking up in your dingy one bedroom all alone and still single. but now, here you were, slowly moving your stuff into their apartment and preparing to leave most of your old appliances at the local goodwill. it was a pleasant change, knowing you were moving somewhere nice and calm and where people supported your every move. where they wouldn’t yell at you when you forgot to refill the soap, or restock the cheese drawer after a grocery trip. 

shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you heard the bedroom door creak open and the padding of emily’s sock feet grew louder as you started smiling. 

“you’re up early,” emily beamed at you. “what’re you doing?”

“taking care of my girlfriends.” you shrugged. “cigs are on the table for you next to your window.” 

emily narrowed her eyes playfully at you. “you have a plan for today, don’t you?” 

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t.” you playfully smiled back at her. “you gotta wait for jayje to wake up.” 

“you know, you can be bad at hiding things sometimes.” emily came over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. “you have the cheesiest grin on your face right now.” 

“can i not just make breakfast for my girlfriends when i want to?” 

emily placed a peck on your cheek, then captured your lips in a kiss. “you’re a devious little thing, lovey.” 

“and you adore me for it.”

“that i do.” 

you placed another kiss on emily’s lips before ushering her over to her window, grabbing the sheet pan of biscuits and slipping them into the oven. you relished these small moments with emily, where it was the two of you. you got these moments with jj at night, since emily typically stayed at the office later than you guys did. taking the mornings with just the two of you was something you tried to do more often than not, since you craved quality time with both of them. you loved having time with both of them together, but alone time with each of your girlfriends was something you cherished. you made sure to get emily’s coffee mug filled just the right amount and bought it over to the table, wrapping your arms around her from behind as the smoke flowed from between her lips. you had at least five more minutes before you had to start cooking the bacon and eggs, which meant you could sit with emily and bask in the moment. 

before you knew it, jj made her way into the kitchen, smiling widely as she came and wrapped her arms around you as you stood over the pan. your eyes momentarily closed as you leaned back into the blonde, letting her place a few kisses on your neck before turning around and capturing her in a kiss. you smiled at her before turning back to the bacon, making sure that side was crispy as you could get it before flipping it around. 

“what’s all this?”

“well… i uh, i had a plan for us today.”

you saw emily struggle to hold back a chuckle out of the corner of your eye.

“can you guys both be ready by nine thirty? no wait, be ready by nine fifteen and in the car by nine thirty because we need to be at the place by nine fifty in order to beat the crowds and get to where we need to be on time for our tickets because our tickets are for eleven.” you paused, looking at your girlfriends. “can you be ready by nine fifteen?” 

“i mean, yeah.” jj looked over to emily. “do you know the plan?”

“just that little miss over here woke up before us and i woke up with no blankets on me because in the midst of everything you stole all of them.” emily joked, poking her tongue out at jj. 

you started rocking up to the balls of your feet. “so um… there might be a new baby giraffe at the zoo and i might have gotten us tickets because i really really wanted to see the giraffes and they’re my favorites and they were running a sale because of the new baby and--” 

jj chuckled. “you are adorable, did you know that?” 

“is that a yes?”

“of course it's a yes, bubs.” jj placed a kiss on your cheek. “i’d love to go to the zoo with you.” 

“emmy?” you looked over to emily, the new nickname slipping out of your lips with ease. “can you come to the zoo with us? you’ll probably say no which is okay because i can always invite penelope or tara but-”

“why would you think i’d say no?” 

negative feelings overflowed your system as you remembered vividly the face that had been pulled when you asked to go to the zoo or do anything you considered fun. you felt yourself slipping into a dissociative state, fingers looking for something to stim on as you worked through your feelings. the harsh words of “why the fuck would you want to go to the zoo?” reverberated through as memories of one of your previous flings flew to the front of your mind. the shame you felt for wanting to enjoy your time together became unbearable and overwhelming, making you realize that your girlfriends could become annoyed with you like that and change their minds. what if they thought you were childish? what if they figured out you were too much for them?

emily looked over to jj. “did i say something?” 

“i don’t know. i don’t think so?” jj looked over to you, your eyes glazed over. “um.. shit wait, okay, i think they’re having an rsd episode, i’ll get their work bag. the marble fidget they use to calm down is in there.” 

emily scooted out from behind the table as she put her cigarette out, sneaking behind you to grab the pan off the stove before the bacon burned. she put her arms around you and pulled you close, running her hand up and down your back lightly as she waited for you to come out of your funk. she locked eyes with jj as she came back into the room, digging through the bag for the fidget toy in question, sticking it in your hands before you could start scratching at the side of your nails. a few minutes passed before you came back, the feeling of both emily and jj’s arms around you grounding you in the present, pushing the negative feelings to the back of your mind.

“‘m sorry.” 

“it's okay, lovey. do you want to talk about it?” 

“um… can you just… i’m not too much, right?” 

emily pulled back. “what makes you think that?” 

“whenever i asked about doing things that i liked, nobody really wanted to do them.” you looked down shamefully. “i shouldn’t have presumed you’d want to go with me.” 

“y/n y/l/n” blue eyes looked into your own. “you don't need to hide yourself with us. never hide yourself with us. you’re allowed to have your likes and act on them.” 

“but-”

“ah ah,” jj tilted your chin up, making you look at her. “don’t you dare.” 

it was almost as if a switch had been flipped in jj, her eyes darkening slightly as she stared at you. it caused your legs to turn to jelly, rendering you practically useless in your girlfriend's arms. you weren’t entirely sure what was happening, but it sent a wave of excitement through your veins. 

“we’re going to the zoo with you, we’re going to have fun, and we’re going to have a good day.” jj shot emily a ‘we need to talk about this’ glance before continuing. “go get dressed and ready for the day, we’ll finish our breakfasts and go enjoy the zoo.” she gave you a pointed look. “capeesh?”

all you could do was nod, your eyes widening in… whatever this feeling was that you were feeling. 

“words, y/n.”

“y-yes.” you swallowed. “okay.” 

jj smiled, switching back to her normal self and placing a kiss on your lips. “thank you for breakfast, by the way. it smells delicious.” 

you shyly smiled back. “i wanted you to be in a good mood before i asked you to go to the zoo.” 

emily pulled you in for a hug. “you never have to do anything for us to be in a good mood around you. we-” she paused. “there’s nothing you could do to put us in a foul mood.” 

“are you sure?”

“we’re sure. now go get ready, lovey, we’ll be up in a little bit when we finish our breakfast.” it was emily’s turn to kiss you. “don’t forget your meds.”

“oh shit, my meds!” 

emily and jj watched you run out of the room, both of the older women chuckling. emily wrapped her arms around jj, placing her head on her shoulder. 

“we’re going to need to work on talking about feelings, huh?” 

jj nodded. “it seems like it.” 

“would it be too much to castrate the exes who hurt them?” 

“uh… yes? we’re not castrating anyone.” jj lightly slapped emily’s arm. “go finish your bacon, we have places to be.” 

“we do need to have a serious talk with them about it, at some point.”

“yeah,” jj agreed. “lets just… they need to know we’re here for them. let’s focus on them the rest of the week and go from there.” 

emily nodded. “we’ll go from there.”

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Muzan's Oiran~ (Scenario) Yandere Muzan X Adult Female Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one has to do with if Tanjiro went undercover for a year with Tengen's wives, she was promoted to Muzan was checking in on Daki, and saw his, Tanjiro, his Oiran! Please enjoy this chapter here all my muffins!] 

(Disclaimer: This is AN ADULT and genderbent version Of Tanjiro Kamado, having her be aged up to roughly 19 or 20, she IS AN ADULT IN THIS!!! Do Not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are, you dirty, flaky, biscuits!  Disclaimer: Muzan Kibutsuji is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for and shipping fictional and yandere characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life, also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you! 

Also, it is fine to simp for fictional bad guys, remember Muzan is not a good guy, remember that it is fine to simp for him, just don't try and justify him or condone what he does!) 

(Muzan Kibutsuji) (Kidnapping His Oiran) 

(Muzan's POV) 

I had gone to check on Daki, but that is where I found her. Young Tanjiro Kamado, she must be undercover. I knew she could not blow her cover either, so I paid a fortune to get her alone. I could tell how she glared at me when she opened the door, she knew I was here and she could do nothing to stop me.  "Muzan!" She snaps under her breath before forcing a smile. "What can I do for you sire, maybe some sake?" She asks me, keeping up her act.  "I would love some tea, my sweet," I tell her.  She forced the smile even more and made the tea for me. "What do you want Muzan, was killing my family not enough for you." She whispers as she hands me the tea she made and poured.  I smile sweetly at her, I like her like this when she is not trying to fight me. "There are many things I am after," I tell her. "Your heart is just one of the many things I desire."  "Wha-" She freezes and she glares at me once more. "You are a sick man." She whispers hatefully at me. "I could never love a vile man like you! Not after all the human lives you have taken!" 

I pretend to sip the tea as I look at her. "We will see about that ~," I tell her and then leave, I make sure she will not be able to find me. The Next night I came back with 30 Gold bars. 

"I would like to buy, your Oiran," I tell them and the owner of the house was more than eager to work with me. "Slip this into her tea, it is tasteless and scentless, it will only put her into a deep sleep," I explain and he nodded and got to work.  I waited an hour and soon she was being carried down, in a deep sleep~ I picked her up bridal style.  "That is all, enjoy your wealth," I told them and left with My Oiran, who would soon be made into my bride~ 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is finally done! I hope that you all enjoyed this short scenario here and please stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

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#4 FRIED SQUASH i'm drooling

#5 buttered biscuits from bojangles and cracker barrel

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Sasakibe— earl gray tea, thunderstorms, organized files, a tidy desk, sharp eyes, smiles that are rarely seen, undying loyalty, quiet evenings in the office, classical music, neat handwriting, edelweiss, tailcoat suits, puzzles, a wooden chess board, butter biscuits and scones, earned respect, lightning, a stern voice, an antique desk lamp, fountain pens, reading the newspaper, black-and-white movies, the smell of ink and papers.

Omaeda— rice crackers, being a big brother, protecting family with one's life, deceiving appearances, stacks of cash, a spiked iron ball attached to a chain, buying gifts for loved ones, ivy leaves, gold rings, stacks of gold ingots, giving piggyback rides, a grand mansion, lavish banquets, expensive cars, being smarter than how one looks, the smell of strong cologne, undying loyalty to one's superior and family, candies, men's magazines, lazy afternoons.

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Isane— shy smiles, neatly folding sheets and laundry, the smell of antiseptic, the hands of a healer, crying happy tears, gardenia flowers, collecting medicinal herbs, a strong knowledge of medicine, always carrying bandages, chamomile tea, gardening for fun, blue butterflies, open windows on a summer afternoon, a slow-moving ceiling fan, a soft-spoken voice, a graceful height, playing with one's own hair, always finishing work on time, short afternoon naps, a glass of fruit juice, secretly reading romance novels.

Momo— peach blossoms, a calm spring breeze, crackling fires, chamomile tea, the smell of freshly-baked cookies, baking desserts, always being organized, smiling to hide the pain, humming quietly to oneself, bread and peach jam, a shelf full of well-loved books, pure adoration, hands that tremble ever so slightly, reminiscing over the past, a quiet strength, thick wool mittens, fiery rage, april showers bring may flowers, always working hard, healing from the past, carefree laughter.

Renji— long hair as red as blood, stray dogs, fiery red sunsets, wolfish smiles, eyes that are both warm and fierce, hearty laughter, sun-kissed skin, sleeveless shirts, howling wolves, lifting weights at the gym, tribal tattoos, sleek sunglasses, heliotropes, tea with spices, heavy metal music, spiked collars, fingertips stained with ink, hot summer nights, strong and warm hugs, a strong sense of justice, wanting to do what’s right, giving a middle finger to the rules, late night talks, sword-callused hands that touch gently, a spirited warrior, loving with one’s whole heart, snake skulls, a strong and sultry voice, red lanterns, taiyaki, the smell of sandalwood.

Iba— intricate back tattoos, vintage sunglasses, bruised knuckles, oak trees, bottles of sake, a loud izakaya, the smell of whiskey and cigarette smoke, matsuri parades, the sound of taiko drums, playing cards, relentless ambition, a pack of wolves, burning the midnight oil, thyme leaves, a bowl of fresh ramen, drinking coffee at the work desk, men's magazines, a low drawling laugh, unwavering loyalty, whiskey on the rocks, an old ceiling fan, the sound of crickets at sunset, skipping stones across the lake, wood carving, polishing glasses, a pragmatic fighter, no-nonsense words, looking out for friends.

Nanao— thin glasses, floral furisode kimonos, a neat updo, tidy stacks of paperwork, elegant handwriting, early to bed and early to rise, a morning bird, the smell of lavender and rosemary, blue hyacinths, speaking in even tones, upholding the rules, firm glares, working in silence, a cup of green tea, romance novels as a guilty pleasure, meticulously keeping a journal, a small vase of flowers, a strict work schedule, simple dresses, a touch of makeup, floral-scented hand cream, a vast collection of classic novels, reading by candlelight, a hall of mirrors, hidden strength, smiles that are rarely seen, humming softly at night, graceful postures.

Shuuhei— motorcycle rides, leather jackets, late nights in the office, old newspapers, sharp scythes, playing rock music through headphones, leather wrist cuffs, messy hair, an old acoustic guitar, black coffee, the smell of mint and sage, friendly smiles, a lone desk lamp, never forgetting acts of kindness, trying to do what's right, drinking with friends, facial scars, strong arms, chin-ups in a door frame, a decadent voice, black chains, basil leaves, pinwheel fireworks, glasses of sake, forgiveness, grieving with friends, hands that are both strong and gentle, moving forward, unwavering resolve, early summer evenings.

Rangiku— long and wavy hair, infectious smiles and laughter, the golden hour shining past the curtains, carrying many shopping bags, red-bottomed high heels, an impeccable sense of fashion, cats, caring hugs, glasses of red wine, eyes that hold a touch of grief, lonely nights curled up in bed, getting lost in memories, purple hyacinths, cherishing mementos, the smell of designer perfume, citrus-scented hand cream, pink nail polish, glittering pink eyeshadow, rosy lip gloss, cocktail dresses adorned with sequins, fruity cocktails, warm bubble baths, silver jewelry, sparklers, dried persimmons, bottles of sake, handmade friendship bracelets, always being the life of the party.

Yachiru— a bowl of sweets, wandering through forests, a pink scooter, the smell of caramel, colouring books, finger painting, playing with sidewalk chalk, getting piggyback rides, catlike smiles, sneaking into hidden places, climbing trees, playful kittens, un-childlike anger, melon soda, konpeito, reading bedtime stories, having a fiercely protective father, eyes that are both innocent yet all-knowing, a plush teddy bear, glow-in-the-dark stars, white carnations, the smell of crayons, childish laughter, playful nicknames, strawberry milk, father-daughter relationships, unwavering faith in loved ones.

Ikkaku— bloodied knuckles, old bandages that need changing, a fiery glint of determination, arm wrestling, red eyeshadow, rough and strong hands, light-footedness, loud laughter, street fighting, bench pressing, an appreciation for beauty, messy handwriting, the smell of sweat and musk, spider lilies, wooden swords, a mug of strong beer, dusty streets, a fighting spirit, sleeping beneath a shaded deck on a blistering summer afternoon, buzzing cicadas, summer thunderstorms, windy days, wiping off blood from one's face, adrenaline rushes, the sound of classic rock music.

Yumichika— peacock feathers, neatly braided hair, glittery nail polish, sleek eyeliner, shimmering blue eyeshadow, a killer fashion sense, jewel-toned suits, rich brocade, the smell of lemon and bergamot, bloodstains on one's hands, silk kimonos, brilliant blue butterflies, elaborate cocktail drinks, soft skin, carefully applying makeup on another's face, manicured nails, eyes that gleam with purpose, purple wisteria flowers, keeping secrets, feathered earrings, orange scarves, secretive smiles, a teasingly lilting voice, airy laughter, soft hair, undying loyalty and friendship.

Nemu— smiles that are rarely seen, a soft-spoken demeanour, lithe and graceful movements, a cup of milk tea, braided hair, daisies, glass beakers, white lab coats, meticulously writing reports, always carrying a first-aid kit, a camera around one's neck, the smell of lilies, yellow sundresses, small high-heels, short skirts, quiet piano music, charm bracelets, a heart-shaped pendant, neat handwriting, surprising strength, always protecting loved ones.

Rukia— crisp winter mornings, dark hair, snowflakes caught in one’s hair, a fresh blanket of snow, white rabbits, a cup of hot ginger tea, the smell of peppermint and vanilla, eagerly watching soap operas on TV, playful smiles, rosy cheeks, yellow jasmines, thick wool scarves, elegant kimonos, a subtle touch of makeup, ice skating, a gracefully melodic voice, holding hands, a fierce and protective love, eyes as violet as the skies at dusk, the light of the full moon, doodling in notebooks, reading shoujo manga, friendship bracelets.

[wannabe-amateur-writer]

Obey Me! Valentines Day 💕

I'm ill and am heavily procrastinating on all of the work I should be catching up on. Instead this is what you gift them and they gift you for Valentines Day...

Includes: Diavolo and Barbatos (sorry I'm too lazy to write the others)

Diavolo:

He would gift you a fking gold mansion if it wasn't for Barbatos' interference (thanks a lot Barbietos, now I'll never have one >:(( )

"What about 7 horses?"

"M'lord where would MC keep them all? Do you really think Lucifer will allow them to house 7 horses in the House of Lamentation?"

"We could have stables in the garden to house them!!"

"..."

Anyways... Once Barbatos crushes that idea too he tries to lightly nudge (shove) Diavolo in the right direction. Key word: tries.

"Maybe a rose gold watch will be a nice gift for Mc."

"Look! They sell engagement rings!!"

"Next shop!"

Finally Diavolo settles on taking you to his private beach for the week. He has Barbatos' approval since the poor butler was about to go into cardiac arrest from this whole ordeal and he now has an entire week to recover. Seriously next Valentines day Barbatos is going to hide out and send Lucifer to help instead.

You get Diavolo a gold heart shaped locket which he ardently adores since he can put a photo of the two of you inside.

You also managed to buy him a customised plushie of Lucifer riding the pink unicorn which has him dying. He will never let anyone see it just in case Lucifer finds out about it.

You guys will be having a lot of dinner dates on your beach getaway and Diavolo may or may not have a certain ring that he bought when Barbatos was distracted.

Barbatos:

He takes you on an evening air balloon ride. I just feel he would do this. (I fking hate heights, no way am I getting on that death trap)

If you're scared of heights he'll somehow convince you to get on (I'd threaten him with a rat!)

The balloon lands on a field where there is a picnic laid out for the two of you. This field has rose bushes dotted around so he may also collect some of them for you.

You get him a toy rat that's designed for cats. Jk, jk. Mc would never do that to Barbatos (or would they...???)

(Imagine how he'd react if you did though 🤣🤣 he may think it's real at first and get into fight stance to kill it but when you burst into laughter he deadpans, realising it was just a dumb toy. He may try kill you instead (you're lucky you two are dating, he may be more merciful) he may also reconsider the whole air balloon and evening picnic plan)

You take him to a tea and biscuit making place that also sells incredibly rare tea leaves. (Obviously this will have to be before the balloon ride or the day after)

You both have some friendly competition to see who could serve the other the best tea with the most delectable biscuits.

You realise immediately how this may backfire on you since he's had thousands of years of practise in his belt.

That doesn't stop you both from having fun though! (As well as potential sabotage???)

"Whoops, didn't see you there", you stifle a laugh upon seeing your boyfriend's shirt now covered in flour.

He blinks in surprise before regaining his composure and facing the counter. "Not to worry, all is well..."

"...Now." He had spun around again and smeared jam over one of your cheeks.

"Hey!" You yell, trying to grab something to retaliate but he only encapsulates your wrists with his own hands, pulling you back to him. He presses a kiss to your forehead before shoving you away from him so he can rush to put his biscuits into the oven before you have the chance to.

"Cheat!!"

"You made me start my batch over by dumping honey into it, I think it's more than deserved."

"I thought it was my bowl, I wasn't intentionally ruining your biscuits!"

"You still haven't apologised."

"And I never will." You cross your arms, facing away from him in mock pettiness. That was a fault on your end though as he sneaks up to you with a handful of flour, ready to piss you off further.

[undercoverwarlock]

microfic: missing

October passed me by.

The chestnuts have fallen, and the elm is dusted with gold. The earth has grown cold, and the garden you cultivated has gone to seed. I should have done more, I know, to mark the passage of time. The days all blend together, but I should have noticed the little things. I should have thanked you for making my tea just the way I like it, or cherished the way the wrinkles gathered at the corners of your eyes like birds taking wing. I should have said “I love the way you laugh” and bought your favourite ginger snaps (the ones that are too strong for me).

But now. I make tea for one, your cup left on the drying rack. The flat is quiet now - I thought I’d prefer it this way, but now the smallest sounds are catastrophic and I’ve taken to putting the wireless on and pretending it’s you. The ginger snaps have gone stale in the back of the cupboard - I found them yesterday and ate them all.

Maybe, one day, you’ll come back. So I keep your mug out just within reach, and I keep the wireless tuned to your favourite channel. I keep eating those damn biscuits, keep buying them just in case, just in case. Because October has passed me by, and it’s been over a month since you went missing. I keep looking for you around every corner, and glancing over my shoulder. I pray to any god that will listen - come home to me, my love. Please, just come home to me.

-

for @drarrymicrofic prompt, “October passed me by.” Sorry for the angst, it’s my default setting.

[fullbattleregalia]

I’ve getting my fiancé caught up on the Great British Baking Show, and his conclusion after watching about six or seven seasons is that, “Gold leaf fixes everything.”

Biscuits slightly over baked? Gold leaf.

Tray bake messy? Gold leaf.

Three tear cake leaning? Gold leaf.

Steak burnt? Gold leaf.

Soup under-seasoned? Gold leaf.

Car engine not turning over? Gold leaf.

He just sent me a link to buy a 24 pack of gold leaf on Amazon, so we can have one on hand to solve all of our problems. 🤣

[millepara]

after grinding soso hard for the past few days, I finally got rank 25's Greyish Purple... currently it's the purplest hair color in the game. tbh I dislike it more than I thought I could. I think it's bc of the green eyes, too many colors going on at once makes every coord clash. (meanwhile yellow is basically a neutral tone in pripara bc it matches gold details on coords.) I was resigned to going back to brown but then!! ✨🎉 new mychara parts announcement!! 💖🥂 a Biscuit Purple hair color will be released tomorrow for exactly the amount of exchange tickets I have!!

+ current fav mix coord. I actually debated for days whether to buy that HB coord, which is absurd bc after putting it on Biscuit for one single promise I loved it. + having a lot of fun w bug headband, perfect for a Lowly Creature like Biscuit. I don't want any more rank up mychara parts so I'm just joining random promises, meaning Biscuit ends up looking like this most of the time:

[thoughtslikeaminefield]

28 Days: CHAPTER 4 TEASER

CATCH UP HERE BEFORE CHAPTER 4 POSTS TOMORROW!

“You know, I’ve heard of dry-out joints where they don’t allow caffeinated beverages of any kind.” Her eyes narrow, and her voice hollows like she’s relaying a dreadful urban legend. “That so?” He arches a brow as the liquid gold fills his cup. 

Meg, clearly better caffeinated than he is and dead set on engaging with him pre-coffee, makes a show of lounging against the beverage cart.

“Or cigarettes,” she adds.

Dean takes his first blessed sip with a deep moan and then realizes what she’s actually saying. “Wait- we have cigarettes here?”

Meg slowly nods with the most impish smirk Dean’s ever seen, then inserts herself between Dean and the carafe to top off her own cup.

“You can buy them at the commissary.” She turns to look up at him, taking a long sip. “Except they’re almost always out. I have my sister send them to me by the carton.”

For the second time in barely 5 minutes, Dean feels like crying from joy. He examines his tiny savior as she sips her coffee in what he assumes is her natural state of absolute mischief before taking his leap.

“I dunno how to tell you this, but I’ll do just about anything for a smoke right now. ”

Meg chuckles, dragging her gaze up and down his form. “Damn that pesky no-fraternizing rule.”

Dean narrows his eyes as he tilts his head and purses his lips. Turns out he doesn’t need to be all the way at the top of his game to charm the smokes out of even the shrewdest of holders.

“You’re adorable.” Meg purrs, reaching for her inside her jacket pocket. “Does anyone ever say no to you?”

Dean mocks up a thoughtful expression. “Not usually.”

She pushes away from the coffee bar, sticking a smoke between her lips and waving a second like a dog biscuit. “C’mon. Outside.”

@brrose-apothecary @stusbunker

[odysseyofthemind123]

A Cycle of tragedy

I dont believe it

I suppose it could happen

But i dont believe it

Hard headed misanthropes on the westbank with a metal stick in his hand

Why couldn't they find some land near siberia

They say there is no door between eachother

I will let them hear my dead dreams

I will let them feel what their own felt

I suppose its easy for humans to be an ignorant pig

Go hell with yourself

But before you go

Have a tea with me

Lets listen to the music of the centuries

jazz music with a tottaly different absurd human brain

Hit the road before my head twists slowly

I already know what you got in your head

Dualism and madness

My hope dies with you

Trust and failure is one

But where does it lead you

When all you see is money

But learn what you can

This is the motto i go by

The beast in me only cares if i have a pen in my hand

Its caged by expensive illusions that people seems to enjoy with the blood on somebody else's hand

And

When the time comes there would be nothing to buy

Nothing to occupy with

Still lets have some tea

Biscuits and racism

Islands and united kingdom

A army with a gun

Comes back only with tiredness and gold

A government asking taxes for war

Will only end in starvation

Let the poor be poor

They have nothing to offer

Other than lies

The most incomprehensible thing about the philosophy of people is comprehensible

But how and why

Begins with me and yourself

[anchanted-one]

Legend of Vajra 46. The Prisoner and the Patient

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/112135606

“Of that, I never had any doubt. Just trying to prepare you, so that you aren’t completely blindsided.”

Master Kiwiiks was, indeed, a changed woman. There was a C1 Protocol droid by her bedside, talking almost nonstop. The look she had on her face when she was Vajra was a powerful blend of relief and joy. “Who is it? I know you, don’t I? Oh, that’s right! Orgus’ apprentice! Come right in! Please, sit down!” There was a small furniture store worth of mismatched chairs arrayed around her, and she pointed Vajra at no one chair in particular. “Please, sit down! Would you like some tea? I can call for tea! How long can you stay? Please tell me you can stay for a while! I can’t stand the quiet. I just can’t…” She swallowed hard, her finger rising to her upper lip. She brightened up again when Vajra had taken his seat. “I can call for tea and biscuits! And cakes! We can have a party!”

Vajra swallowed his dismay. “I’d like that, Master Kiwiiks. In fact, how about we have a real party to celebrate Kira’s twentieth birthday?”

Her eyebrows rose. “Kira? Kira Carsen? You know my sweet little Kira? My little girl is such a sweet child! Look, she gave me this!” She pulled out a roughly made scarf from under her blanket. “Look, look!”

“It’s well made,” Vajra agreed. “She really put her love into it!”

“She did!” the Togruta agreed. She beamed at one of the empty seats. “You see, Kira? He can tell!”

“Master? Kira’s about to step out. She’ll be back in a few minutes.” He hoped that was true. “But I can keep you company.”

She gave him a confused look, then beamed. “Oh, of course! Go on, Kira! Be sure to tell Mama Satele that she needs to buy a few more boxes of Kemot Blue Tea today!”

“I already told her,” Kira said as she entered the room. She was being almost frogmarched in by a very insistent Jasme, who was beaming as if she didn’t have someone’s arms pinned in her fists. Vajra was surprised, and decided never to test out Jasme’s strength. “She says she’s not going out tonight. She’s not slept in days.”

“Oh,” Master Kiwiiks’ face fell.

Kira sat on a chair that Kiwiiks had indicated earlier, and Vajra stared at her. Her face was well made up. Her hair was neatly combed, and there were several beautiful hairpins embedded into it. She was wearing a magnificent set of loose white-and-red robes, which looked like something Jasme had bought for her. She scowled at him heavily. “Don’t. Say. A kriffing. Word.”

“I dolled her up,” Jasme said happily. “Not every day when your baby girl turns twenty! Isn’t she darling?”

“Very,” Vajra agreed. “Really brought out Kira’s inner saint—ow! Hey, I bruise easily right now!”

“For once, I won’t apologize. I warned you not to—umm… Master Kiwiiks?”

Master Kiwiiks had burst into tears. “My little darling is all grown up!”

“That’s right,” Jasme draped her arms around Kira and kissed her cheek. “Twenty years old. Isn’t that a kick to the head?”

Kira was blushing so furiously, her face became redder than her hair. She suddenly looked at the chrono and jumped. “Holy shit! Hey, let’s cut the cake already, shall we? We need to finish up here before—”

The doors opened, and in walked a serene looking Nautolan with blue skin and yellow spots. There was a slender Lightsaber hilt attached to his belt. If Vajra could describe him in one phrase, it was ‘erudite courtier’. He walked with his back straight and his left hand tucked behind his back. His chin was raised ever so slightly, and he walked with his knees almost straight. His robes—over which he was pulling a healer’s smock—were emerald brocade and embroidered with a gold thread.

When he said “The Force’s serene blessings upon all of you,” his voice was refined to the point it might find itself seasoning the gourmet spread on a noble’s wedding table.

“Ah, hello, Master Devel!” Master Kiwiiks beamed. “Have you come to meet my sweet little Kira? We are celebrating her fifth birthday!”

“Twentieth,” Kira whispered. “It was a week ago, but I wanted to wait until both my Masters were present.”

“I see! Verily, it is a terrible shame that I have to spoil your party, young Kira, but I have to perform this check-up. Doctor, if you wouldn’t mind…”

Vajra flinched as the Emdee took out a syringe. It walked up to the Jedi Master and inserted it into a vein.

She began going into a daze within seconds. Master Devel stood behind her and pressed his fingers onto her temples.

“Breathe, Master Kiwiiks. Breathe. Think of a place that’s dear to your heart.”

“The beaches of Chandrila!” she gasped in a slurred voice. “Remember, Kira?”

“Yes, Master. It was lovely there.”

“Picture yourself seated on the beach. You are looking out into the sea. There are people around you. Children playing in the shallows; youths building sand sculptures; older men and women swimming out deeper into the sea…” his voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, until he was whispering them too softly for even Vajra to hear.

Several minutes later, Master Kiwiiks’ soft snores filled the room. The Nautolan Jedi finally got to work. Vajra observed his work through the Force, as there was little to see in the real world. To his Senses, Master Devel wove a gentle mix of Songs and Smells that settled down as a protective cloud around the Togruta’s broken mind. A beautiful thread of white-hot silk attached different pieces of her shattered mind and began pulling them together. It was slow work. Too slow. Vajra wondered why Master Devel didn’t go faster. There had to be a reason for it.

As he watched, some of the broken frescoes and ripped tapestries of her mind came together. The thread began stitching them together, again going at a pace so slow that Vajra found it difficult to notice any changes.

After an hour of work, Master Devel sighed and headed for a chair. Having seen him so hard at work, Vajra almost gasped in shock when the Nautolan sat down lightly. Once again, he sat with his back straight.

“It is laudable that you all chose to stay,” he said serenely, looking around at Jasme, Kira, and Vajra. “I see you all care a great deal about Master Kiwiiks. But remember, a Jedi must ever beware of attachments.”

“I’m not a Jedi,” Jasme sighed.

“I don’t care about teachings when my Master is in this state,” Kira answered resentfully.

Vajra realised that both girls were looking at him expectantly, and cleared his throat. “Noted. Thank you for the reminder, kind Master. No attachments here.”

Both women noticed that he wasn’t being serious, but Master Devel did not.

“It is good that you listen to your elders, Padawan,” he nodded in sage satisfaction. “Obedience is necessary to become a Jedi Knight.”

“I earned my spurs several months ago.”

Devel tilted his head. “Oh, really? Even in these days of war, Knighthoods are not given to untested youths. You should be proud!”

“A little,” Vajra shrugged. “There was a lot I wish I could have learned first. Like that healing technique of yours. It was interesting to watch.”

The Nautolan smilingly raised an eyebrow. “Ah, so you were able to See what I did, were you?”

“Somewhat,” Vajra admitted. “It looked like you were attaching fragments and stitching them together. Rather slowly, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

The Nautolan laughed gracefully, covering his mouth with his hand. “You are an interesting young man, to have Seen that. Indeed, I must be slow, so as to not damage her mind further. It is, understandably, fragile. Even shielded though she was, she couldn’t stop the shock drum’s sonic waves from damaging her body—including her brain. What you’re seeing here—her damaged psyche, her tenuous grip on reality, her misremembering of events and relationships—all caused by the same thing.”

“I had suspected, but… I didn’t know it was going to be this bad.”

“Indeed. But take heart. I may not be able to heal her body, but I am pleased with the results I’ve had with her mind. Rest assured, she’s in good hands.” He rose to his feet. “Alas, I must be going. What did you say your name was?”

“Vajra. Vajra Devarath.”

“Ahh, I suspected as much. There aren’t many Jedi who fit your description after all. But one can always be taken by surprise.” He bowed formally, his right hand touching his left shoulder, left hand outstretched at an angle behind him. “Farewell, young Jedi. Archivist Jasme. May the Force be with you all.”

When he left, both girls gave exasperated sighs. “I’m glad one of us can talk to him without losing their cool,” Kira said. “He always sounds like he’s judging me.”

“Do what I do. Make them talk about themselves, and they forget they were ever scolding you.”

Jasme chuckled. “He really isn’t a bad guy. But his nonstop quoting of rules…”

“I get the picture.”

Kira looked around the room. “See all these chairs? Master Kiwiiks got unnerved after being alone for so long. She thought she was going to die all alone, far from any living thing. And that’s why she wants to pretend there are people around her at all times. Even if her Padawan is playing hooky.”

“What was that about Mama Satele?”

Both girls burst into hysterical laughter.

“That’s an image you didn’t know you needed, wasn’t it?” Kira choked.

“I don’t think there was ever anything between those two,” Jasme said between laughs.

“I don’t think my Master even has such feelings. She’s just… out of it. Looking for an anchor.”

“No anchor quite like a Grand Master, I guess.”

“Especially one who’s so gorgeous at her age. Damn, do you think I’ll be that beautiful when I grow old?”

“She’s not that old, you know.”

“But she’s that gorgeous! She’s more popular and attractive than people my age!”

“I hate to say it, but I lose to her too,” Jasme admitted happily.

“Vajra, did you ever have a crush on her?”

“Kinda… At least until she told me her little secret.”

“I knew it!” Kira was having trouble breathing from her laughter. “Me too!”

“I’ll allow it. Coz she’s hot. And if it’s you, I’d approve in ten years—”

“No,” Vajra said flatly.

“But she’s already hugged you!”

“It was a kind gesture! Don’t make it weird.”

Master Kiwiiks mumbled in her sleep, and Kira sobered up at once. “Later,” she hissed. “Let me die laughing later.” She took a calming breath. “Ain’t nothin gonna break my cool—"

“Mama Satele,” Vajra replied innocently.

Kira’s laughter this time, was an explosion.

*

[24goldgrouplimited]

Bullion Coins vs Bars: Which Buy is better for you?

Around the globe, gold is considered a go-to investment. Bullion dealers in Canada and nearby areas thus support the above fact by acknowledging us with the same. Gold is thus refined in every form such as jewelry, coins, biscuits, and many times, a special occasion is marked with the purchase of gold. However, this article here by 24 Gold Group Ltd is made to discuss Bullion Coins and Gold Bars and which one will be the best to buy.

What are Bullion Coins?

A bullion coin is made by a precious metal company that is entirely made out of gold. Bullion coins have been minted since 1800, and are approximately 90-92% gold. However, most of today’s bullion coins are pure gold. Also, bullion coins have an extra premium attached to them. This is due to the fact that they can be used as legal tender. Furthermore, many people are sentimental about the historical value that a bullion coin may hold or represent. For many investors, buying precious metals in Canada, like bullion coins can be easier when it is compared to jewelry. Also, there are different channels where investors can purchase these coins from local jewelers, authentic online sellers, Stock Holding Corporations, and many more. Moreover, a bullion coin purchased from one source should be sold back to the same source, as sometimes it might return a lower resale value depending on the market price.

What are Bullion Bars?

Bullion bars are precious refined gold that is made by meeting the standard conditions of manufacturing and labeling by both government and private authorities. Also, bullion bars are also called gold bars or sometimes, gold ingots. The large bullion bars are made by pouring molten gold into the molds. However, the smaller bullion bars are made by minting or stamping the rolled gold sheets. The Central ministry holds the bullion bar reserves. 

Gold bars are produced in pure gold and come with a certificate that guarantees their weight, purity, and the requirements of Gold Standards. Moreover, investors with large budgets prefer bullion coins because of their low premiums.

In the past few years, in countries like Canada gold bar prices have been favorable, hence allowing more individuals to buy gold at the lowest price per gram. Hence, bullion bars are one of the most cost-effective ways to invest in gold.

Advantages of buying bullion coins

Bullion coins come in various sizes, finishing, designs, prices, grades, and origins. Investors hence can purchase them on the basis of their budget and personal preference.

Many bullion coins are minted by the government that safely guarantees the gold content, purity, and design.

Bullion coins also offer liquidity as they can easily be traded. However, investors do have to wait for a buyer. They are also universally recognized and easy to sell.

Investors who purchase bullion coins need not worry about inflation or pay capital gains tax until they sell it.

Advantages of buying bullion bars

Bullion bars are available in various sizes ranging from 1gram to 1kg. Therefore, they are rightly suitable for any investor’s budget.

A bullion bar is a standard for gold investment because they are exchangeable worldwide to any bullion dealer.

It is also ideal for long-term investment if the investor has no intention to sell bullion bars from your investment portfolio.

Bullion bars are cheaper than bullion coins as they are cheaper to manufacture. For instance, a larger bullion bar will have a lower manufacturing cost than a smaller bullion bar.

Key Takeaway: 

Based on the above information, 24 Gold Group Ltd suggests that investment in gold offers the best value of return for investors. Investors can choose to buy gold coins in Canada or bullion bars based on their situation and it all depends on their personal preferences and circumstances and all the considered factors. There is no right or wrong answer between buying bullion coins or bars. It is all about personal choices and the risk of tolerance level one can handle as an investor. 

For more insightful details and advice, feel free to reach out to one of our expert consultants and get started with a better approach to inventing bullion coins and bars.

[starseedfxofficial]

The Cup and Handle Pattern: Uncovering a Forgotten Trading Legend Imagine you’re at a fancy tea party. You’ve got a perfectly crafted porcelain cup, and it just so happens to have a neat little handle. Now, picture the cup and handle doing the tango—this graceful little dance plays out in the Forex market more often than you'd think, and it brings with it hidden opportunities that could give you an edge. Yes, folks, we're talking about the cup and handle pattern, a formation that might as well be the market's secret love letter to traders. And when you pair it with a well-timed trailing stop loss, you’re not just sipping tea; you’re dunking biscuits, cashing in those pips, and managing risks like a true ninja. The Hidden Formula Only Experts Use Alright, let's lift the curtain on this hidden gem. A cup and handle pattern is exactly what it sounds like: a rounded bowl followed by a slight downward drift (forming the handle). This classic technical pattern hints that a breakout—one of those juicy, rewarding ones—could be just around the corner. For a true Forex enthusiast, it's like spotting a clearance sale on Gucci. We know there's gold hidden beneath the polite formation of prices, and we’re here to show you how to dig it out without digging yourself a financial grave. The cup forms because of gradual price declines, consolidations, and a subsequent rally back to the initial peak. Think of it as the market taking a sip, pausing, and then finally deciding to chug the whole drink. What makes this pattern one for the record books is that it embodies trader psychology: skepticism followed by quiet optimism, then full-blown FOMO. But, and it’s a big but (pun intended), many traders get caught in the false breakout—like trying to join a hot party only to find out it’s a karaoke night featuring your off-key uncle. The trick here is using a trailing stop loss as a sidekick to tame this beast. Why Most Traders Get It Wrong (And How You Can Avoid It) Many traders jump the gun—they see the cup and go, "Oh boy, it’s breakout time!" But what they forget is that every breakout loves to play peekaboo. It’s a bit like buying a pair of shoes you swear you'll wear, only for them to gather dust because they’re three sizes too big. Most traders get caught buying at the handle’s top, just before the market fakes out. So, instead of the sweet profit, they experience a plot twist—and not the good kind, but one that ends in a loss. Here’s the golden secret—patience is the sauce. Wait for that confirmed breakout, ideally with high volume (think: it's not a breakout until the whole neighborhood is cheering). This is where the trailing stop loss steps in as your bodyguard. It helps you set boundaries so that if the market reverses and fakes you out, you're not holding the bag. Imagine this: Your trade finally breaks out. It’s exhilarating, like watching the underdog win in a feel-good sports movie. Now, place that trailing stop loss just under the breakout level, and adjust it as the price moves. This way, even if the story goes awry, you’re leaving with your popcorn, and a good chunk of change. How to Predict Market Moves with Precision The cup and handle pattern has been around longer than most new-age Forex gurus, yet it remains underrated. Why? Because it’s like a veteran magician—a classic trick so good, everyone thinks it must be a little too simple to actually work. However, statistics beg to differ. According to a study by Thomas Bulkowski, cup and handle patterns have a success rate of over 65% when properly validated (source: Thomas Bulkowski's Chart Pattern Analysis). The key is in the handle. Think of it as a last-minute test: If the price can gently drift downward without drama, it's like the market whispering, "Get ready, we're going places." The volume should decline in the handle, signaling no panic—only anticipation. This is an advanced insight that many overlook. Don't rush it; wait for the confirmation, and keep that trailing stop loss handy. Here’s a fun analogy: The trailing stop loss is like wearing a parachute when skydiving—it’s not there to stop you from the thrill, but to make sure you don’t go splat if things go south. Set the trailing stop based on ATR (Average True Range) for a smart risk-distance that moves dynamically with the price. The Forgotten Strategy That Outsmarted the Pros Why bother with trailing stop loss? Simple—because a fixed stop loss is about as flexible as a concrete block. The market's constantly moving; fixed stops can't keep up. Enter the trailing stop loss: an intelligent buffer that lets you ride the trend while managing risks effectively. Picture this: You’ve set a trailing stop loss based on the market's volatility. Price is climbing steadily after the cup’s breakout, and each tick upwards moves your stop along for the ride—like that one clingy friend who insists on coming with you everywhere but, this time, it’s a good thing! The trailing stop lets you stay in the trend, especially in volatile currency pairs like GBP/JPY or EUR/USD. If you’ve done your homework, and the setup looks promising, you could easily see gains grow by multiples—all while knowing that if the market decides to do a U-turn, you’re locking in the profits already earned. According to Forex expert Kathy Lien (source: Kathy Lien, BabyPips), the power of trailing stops is their adaptability. They’re a secret ingredient for maintaining gains without getting emotionally whiplashed by sudden pullbacks. How to Set It Up: A Step-by-Step Guide - Identify the Cup and Handle Pattern: Look for rounded price action—a gradual decline, then a rally to form the cup. Confirm the handle with a slight dip. Make sure volume decreases during the dip to validate. - Validate with Volume: High volume during breakout suggests real movement. Don’t skip this, or you’re back to buying those shoes that’ll just sit in your closet. - Entry Point: Enter at the breakout of the handle’s downward slope. High volume equals higher confidence. - Set a Trailing Stop Loss: Use ATR to determine how far your stop should trail below price—adjust it as you gain traction. If the market moves in your favor, trail tighter. - Watch the Ride: Let the price fly, and enjoy the gains. The trailing stop will ensure that you’re locking profits without micromanaging the trade. The One Simple Trick That Can Change Your Trading Mindset It’s easy to get stuck in the day-to-day hustle of Forex, where every pip seems like life or death. Here's a ninja tactic to keep you on track: embrace losses as a cost of doing business. Imagine you’re at an amusement park—sometimes you lose at the carnival games, but the thrill of the roller coaster is worth the cost. A trailing stop loss doesn’t eliminate losses; it controls them. You’re not looking to win every time—just enough to come out ahead. The real secret? Every time you use a trailing stop properly, you’re ensuring the cost of your trades stays manageable while maximizing your upside. That’s the difference between an amateur trader and a pro. Summing Up the Elite Tactics - Cup and Handle Pattern: Use patience to wait for a rounded bottom and handle, confirming the breakout with volume. - Trailing Stop Loss: Ride the trend while protecting gains, using ATR to determine appropriate levels. - Adaptable Mindset: Embrace the losses, manage the risk, and always let your winners run as far as they can go. The combination of cup and handle with a well-placed trailing stop loss can change your trading game, elevating it from hobby-level to a professional endeavor. Imagine no more surprises when the market pulls back—you’re ready, and you’re laughing all the way to the bank. Curious to learn more? Why not join the StarseedFX community where the pros hang out, share their secrets, and help each other master these elite tactics. You can access daily trading alerts and even get yourself a free trading plan to take your game to the next level. Join StarseedFX Now and start learning strategies that most traders overlook, or grab your free trading journal to keep track of your progress and refine your setups like an insider. Who knows? You might even start seeing patterns the market hasn’t noticed yet—and that, my friends, is the true trader’s cup of tea. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article