#Dreamers spanish | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

youngsadlesbian · 24 days ago

Text

THREADS OF FATE | chapter 01

chapter summary: you move to north carolina at a young age, growing up with healing powers and parents who believe in fate and soulmates. as you graduate high school, you decide to pursue your dreams in new york city.

a/n: hope you like it!

word count: 2,1k

warnings: none.

The first memories you have are painted in golden light.

Sun-drenched afternoons in the rolling fields of Mexico, where the wind carried the scent of wildflowers and the earth was warm beneath your bare feet. You remember chasing butterflies with Daniela, your small hands outstretched, giggling as the tiny creatures danced just out of reach. You remember your mother’s laughter, the sound rich and melodic, as she called you both inside for dinner, her long skirts swaying as she moved. You remember your father humming a song while he carved delicate patterns into a wooden flute, pausing only to tap your nose with sawdust-covered fingers.

Life was simple then. Happy.

Your parents were not like other parents. They saw the world differently—not just in shades of black and white, but in the swirling colors of fate, destiny, and unseen forces guiding every moment. Your mother would sit with you and Daniela under the shade of the big ceiba tree in your grandmother’s backyard, weaving stories with her words as effortlessly as she wove the colorful threads of her embroidery.

"The universe speaks to us," she would say, her fingers dancing over the fabric, pulling threads through with careful precision. "Everything that happens, happens for a reason. We are all connected, you know? Like these threads. Some of us are meant to meet, to change each other’s lives. Some are meant to love, to suffer, to grow."

"Like soulmates?" Daniela would ask, her dark eyes wide with curiosity.

Your mother would smile then, nodding as if she knew some great cosmic secret. "Sí, exactly. Almas gemelas. Some people are tied together long before they ever meet. You will feel it when it happens—like something pulling you toward them, even if you don’t understand why."

You loved those stories. They made the world feel magical, full of possibility. You and Daniela would whisper about them at night, lying under thin cotton sheets, the air still heavy with the heat of the day.

"What if we already met our soulmates and just don’t know it?" you mused once, staring up at the ceiling, tracing patterns in the plaster with your eyes.

Daniela laughed. "That would be funny. Maybe it’s Mamá and Papá. Maybe soulmates aren’t just for love, but for family too."

"Maybe."

It was a comforting thought. That no matter what happened, you and Daniela were meant to be together, bound by something stronger than time.

But fate had other plans.

When you were three years old, your father received an opportunity—one he couldn’t refuse. A new job, a new life, far away from the only home you had ever known. Just like that, the golden fields and the ceiba tree and your grandmother’s house became memories, locked away in the corners of your mind.

North Carolina was different. The air smelled of pine trees instead of sun-warmed earth. The sky stretched wide, but it lacked the endless vibrancy of the Mexican sunsets you had grown up with. And the language—sharp and foreign—felt strange on your tongue.

At first, you didn’t understand why you had to leave. You cried when the plane took off, gripping Daniela’s hand so tightly that your fingers ached. But your parents, ever the dreamers, promised that this was part of the plan.

"The universe is guiding us," your mother said, her voice gentle as she stroked your hair. "We have to trust it, mi amor."

So you tried. You learned English, watching cartoons and mimicking the voices until the words didn’t feel so foreign anymore. You made friends at school, though you still clung to Spanish like a lifeline, whispering secrets to Daniela in the language that felt most like home. You adjusted.

But part of you always wondered if fate had made a mistake.

The summer you turned seven, something happened that changed everything.

It was a hot afternoon, the kind where the air felt heavy, sticking to your skin like a second layer. You and Daniela had spent most of the day outside, running through the grass, daring each other to climb the old oak tree in your backyard. It was the tallest tree you had ever seen, its thick branches stretching toward the sky like something out of a fairytale.

"Bet you can’t climb higher than me," Daniela teased, already scrambling up the rough bark.

"Watch me!" you shot back, gripping the trunk and pulling yourself up after her.

The two of you had always been fearless together, a team. If Daniela could do something, you could too. It was an unspoken rule between you.

But that day, the rule broke.

One moment, Daniela was laughing, perched on a thick branch, the wind rustling her dark hair. The next, she was slipping—her foot catching on a loose bit of bark, her arms flailing as she tumbled downward.

You screamed.

The world slowed.

She hit the ground with a sickening thud, her knee scraping against the dirt, blood welling up instantly. She gasped, eyes wide, as she clutched her leg.

"Ay, mierda, that hurts," she hissed through clenched teeth.

Panic bloomed in your chest. You dropped down beside her, hands hovering over the wound, unsure of what to do. The sight of blood made your stomach twist.

"Daniela—"

She waved you off. "It’s fine. It’s just—"

You reached out before she could finish.

And then, something impossible happened.

Warmth spread from your fingertips, a tingling sensation that sent a shiver down your spine. The cut—deep and jagged just moments before—began to close. The blood disappeared, as if rewinding time itself. Within seconds, the wound was gone.

Daniela stared at you.

You stared at your hands.

"That was so cool!" she exclaimed, her shock morphing into excitement. "Do it again!"

But you couldn’t move. Your heart pounded against your ribs, your breath shallow. What had you just done?

Your parents found out that night.

Daniela, never one to keep secrets, had rushed into the house the moment your mother called for dinner, blurting out everything before you could stop her.

Your father went still. Your mother’s hands trembled as she took yours, turning them over as if searching for some hidden mark.

"El destino," she whispered, awe and fear warring in her expression. "You were meant for something greater than you know."

After that, everything changed.

You learned to hide your powers, to keep them a secret from the world. Your parents made sure of it—explaining, in hushed voices, that people wouldn’t understand. That they would be afraid.

"The world is not always kind to those who are different," your father said one night, his voice heavy with something you couldn’t quite name.

Daniela, of course, had other ideas.

"You could be a superhero!" she whispered excitedly under the covers. "Like in the comic books! Imagine how many people you could help!"

"No one can know," you reminded her. "Papá said—"

"I know, I know." She sighed, rolling onto her back. Then, after a pause, she turned her head to look at you. "But I promise I’ll always protect you. No matter what."

You smiled, linking your pinky with hers.

"We take care of each other," you said, repeating the words that had become your shared mantra. "Always."

And for a long time, that was enough.

Until, years later, it wasn’t.

Because fate had a way of changing everything when you least expected it.

Leaving home was never easy, even when you had been preparing for it your whole life.

Growing up, your parents had always encouraged you and Daniela to dream beyond the horizon, to chase whatever destiny called to you. Education was important to them, not just as a means to a better life, but as a way to truly understand the world.

"Knowledge is the one thing no one can take from you," your father would say, tapping the side of his head with a knowing smile.

So when you got accepted into a university in New York City, it felt like fate was guiding you there.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

The truth was, you needed to leave. You needed to know who you were beyond the quiet safety of your childhood home. You needed to learn what your powers meant, what you meant in the grand scheme of things.

But that didn’t make saying goodbye any easier.

The house smelled like cinnamon and burning wax, the way it always did when your mother was nervous. She had spent the entire afternoon lighting candles, muttering quiet prayers under her breath as she moved through the small kitchen, her hands gripping the rosary she had owned since she was a girl.

Daniela was sprawled on the couch, arms crossed, her expression stormy.

"I still don’t get why you have to go so far," she muttered, kicking at the old wooden coffee table between you. "There are colleges here. Good ones."

You sighed. "It’s not just about school, Dani. I need to—" You hesitated, trying to find the right words.

How could you explain the feeling that had been gnawing at you for years? The restlessness, the sense that you were meant for something more?

"I just need to," you finished lamely.

Daniela scoffed. "That’s not an answer."

"I know."

The silence stretched between you, heavy and unspoken.

Then, Daniela shifted, her expression softening just slightly. "Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Don’t forget where you come from." She reached out, squeezing your hand. "And don’t let New York turn you into some stuck-up city girl."

You laughed, nudging her with your elbow. "I’d never."

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

Later that night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, you felt a weight settle in your chest. You had spent your entire life with Daniela always within arm’s reach, your constant, your other half.

Leaving her behind felt like tearing away a part of yourself.

"We take care of each other, always."

The words echoed in your mind, but for the first time, you weren’t sure if you could keep that promise.

New York was nothing like home.

It was loud, overwhelming—a living, breathing thing that pulsed with energy at all hours of the day. The first time you stepped off the bus, dragging your single suitcase behind you, you felt like you had been dropped into a completely different world.

Back home, the stars stretched wide across the night sky, unhindered by the glare of city lights. Here, they were swallowed by towering buildings and neon signs, blinking advertisements for things you couldn’t afford. The streets smelled of exhaust, coffee, and something fried from the food carts on every corner.

It was exhilarating.

And terrifying.

Your apartment was nothing special—just a tiny dorm room shared with a girl named Mia, who greeted you with a lazy wave and a bored, "You snore, I’m kicking you out."

You liked her immediately.

Classes started the following week, and it didn’t take long for you to fall into a rhythm. Mornings were spent buried in textbooks, afternoons balancing a part-time job at a bookstore, and nights walking the city, letting the buzz of life around you settle your nerves.

For the first time in your life, you were completely on your own.

And you weren’t sure if you loved it or hated it.

The first few months passed in a blur of late-night study sessions, cheap takeout, and phone calls home that always ended with your mother telling you to eat more. Daniela texted constantly, sending you updates about home—Papá finally fixed the truck, Mamá started taking painting classes, the neighbor’s cat had kittens, why don’t you ever call me first, are you forgetting about me?

You never answered that last one.

Because no matter how much you missed home, you were changing.

New York had a way of forcing you to grow, to see the world differently. It stripped away the small comforts you had always taken for granted and pushed you into situations you never thought you’d experience.

Like the night everything changed.

It was supposed to be just another night—another shift at the bookstore, another walk back to your dorm. But fate had other plans.

And they came in the form of a god with a scepter and an army of alien soldiers.

comment below if you want to be added to my taglist!

@mythixmagic

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #wanda maximoff #mcu #marvel

305 notes · View notes

yamumsyadadd · 3 months ago

Text

different

Part of the Marquita universe. Others can be found here:

Marquita, mama and mami, accident

A/N: talks of homophobia, bullying. this was fun to write! If you have any more questions for Marquita or if I should make another universe let me know!

It was hard growing up with parents like Alexia Putellas and Jenni Hermoso. Both were incredibly talented footballers, attractive and smart, add Olga into the mix and it felt like you’d never reach the same level.

Olga went to university, graduated top of her class and then went on to her masters, Alexia got a degree in business, and Jenni in economics. There were a lot of high expectations, in school, in football, in life in general.

To be the daughter of two of spains best players in history, well it was back breaking work. Football was not a sport you enjoyed, at all. You weren’t horrible at it, but you weren’t at the same level as your parents or Tia’s. It was to be expected since you were only twelve. There was time to get better, to showcase your skills. Skills you didn’t have, nor did you really want.

School wasn’t much better. You weren’t horrible but you were a dreamer, the teachers complained you were always off with the fairies but in honesty, you couldn’t care less. Maths was the only subject you cared about, you’d need it if you wanted to study engineering at university.

The kids at school often picked on you for being that way, but you didn’t care that much. It was same with the football team. It was almost like the universe was conspiring against you.

It was mid week, right before Christmas when you finally had enough. Your Mami was away for the UWCL game in Sweden, mama had just gone back to Mexico after spending her break with you. Olga’s work had died down a bit due to the holidays.

Your relationship was still a bit strained since the accident but it was slowly repairing itself.

“How do you do it?” You asked Olga as she closed her laptop for the night.

“Do what?”

“Everything? Work in Madrid, Manuela’s, your relationship with Mami and your friends. It’s a lot to juggle.”

“It is. It’s a bit easier now I’m in the routine but essentially my life is split in two. One half in Madrid, the other, more important half here, in Barcelona.”

“You went to university, spent six years studying to do what? No offence but don’t you want more?”

“In what way?”

“You have a degree in communications, you could be a journalist, a public relations person or I don’t know, in marketing but instead you work in social media?”

“You don’t think I’m doing enough?”

“Why social media Olga? Why not something more interesting, more meaningful?”

“Why do your Mami and mama play football? Why do you? Because you all love it. Sure, I could be doing something else, stuck at a desk for nine hours a day, unhappy and bored. But by doing what I do, I get to travel the world with my clients, get introduced to people I’d never imagined meeting, help people became what they want.”

You nodded your head, content with the answer, then stood up and packed up your homework, heading towards your room but not before turning to Olga, “I don’t love football. Not like Mami and mama. I am not like them and that’s okay.” You gave her a sad smile before turning out.

“Mari-“ Olga started before hearing your door close. She let out a sigh, wondering where she went wrong this time. You had asked a question, slightly rudely, but she had answered. Given appropriate reasoning and yet, you seem sad about it all. It was truly baffling.

Going to school the next day was hard. You were stuck in your head all day, wanting nothing more than to climb into bed and cry alone. But that wouldn’t happen, not when it was this close to Christmas and it seemed that every other day there was a Christmas event to be attended.

When Pedro Diaz continuously threw his rubber at you in Spanish class, you ignored him. When Maria Santiago called you a freak in gym class because you could run the 3km, you ignored her. But when Diego Cruz said your Mami and mama were going to hell, you lost it.

You weren’t dumb, everyone around you had talked about what it was like for them being gay, the good, the bad, the ugly. You heard it all, but the stories were from when they were kids, not from now. Now is supposed to be more welcoming, more accepting, but people like Diego and his parents exist.

Alexia, Jenni and Olga had all received the same phone call. There had been an incident at school and they were needed as soon as possible. Obviously Jenni wasn’t able to make it, but both Olga and Alexia raced there.

Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, your Mami had bought two of her younger teammates. She was supposed to take Vicky and Jana home after they got to the training centre but she didn’t have time and they didn’t mind.

Alexia and Olga arrived at the office at the same time. You were sitting there, hair a mess, a soon to be black eye and a bite mark on your arm.

“Mari? What happened?” Alexia crouched down in front of you, hands on your knees. Just as you were about to reply, Diego and his parents walked out of the office. He looked a lot worse than you did. A blood nose that had dripped down onto his shirt, scratch’s around his jaw and neck, not one but two bruising eyes.

“Ms Putellas, Ms Rios, please come in. Y/n, wait out here.”

The tension in the office was palpable. Alexia was fuming, Olga was slightly confused but also mad, Diego’s parents look like they were ready to fight themselves.

“There was an incident during afternoon break between your daughter and another student, Diego.”

“An incident? That’s what you’re calling this? She’s sitting out there with a black eye, and a bite mark on her!” Alexia blew up.

“Ale.” Olga put her hand on alexia’s forearm, trying to calm her down.

“Diego was the instigator, however, your daughter threw him up against a locker, punching him repeatedly until she was pulled off him by two teachers.” The principal let it sink in for a moment before he continued on, “I am aware of a few issues that y/n has been facing, the bullying that other-“

“I’m sorry, bullying? You’re telling me my daughter, our daughter, has been getting bullied here and you haven’t been bothered to call one of us? That’s ridiculous!” Alexia said.

“We were told by y/n that she had spoken to you. We have sent letters home, tried to call you and Jennifer. I must tell you, school isn’t the only place she’s been getting bullied. Y/n told the guidance councillor that at football she gets bullied too.“

When the words registered in Alexia’s head, she felt like she failed. Failed you as a mother, a person. You were getting bullied at school and football and she didn’t notice.

“Where do we go from here?” Olga spoke up, noticing the battle her girlfriend was currently going through.

“The school has a zero tolerance for violence, while Diego has been bullying her, and he will be dealt with, y/n was also apart of this fight so unfortunately I have no choice but to suspend her for the rest of the week.”

“A suspension! No that’s not fair on her!”

“I’m sorry. My hands are tied. I suggest you take her home, and have a conversation with her. We can’t do much more than what we are already doing. If you get anymore names, or it’s via social media, we can take further action but for now this is the only option.”

When Alexia walked straight out of the office without saying anything to you, you knew you were in trouble. Olga gave you a sympathetic smile before motioning for you to get up.

The car ride home was quiet. Your Mami hadn’t arrived back yet since she had to drop the girls off.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“Not really.”

“Your Mami is going to ask, probably in a not nice way.”

“She’ll be mad. Mad that I didn’t tell her, that I’m not strong like her.”

“Mari, you’re strong. You’re so strong!”

“No im not! Otherwise this wouldn’t have happened! I’m not like them, like you!” You yelled. Trying to get her to understand. “Mami and mama are world class athletes, you’re smart and pretty but I’m- I’m just me.”

“You’re smart, you’re pretty. Sure they are world class athletes but it took them a while to get there, it doesn’t happen over night. You need to train-“

“I don’t want to train! I don’t want to play. I do it because of them Olga. Because of who they are. Everybody tells me how different I am, how I won’t be as good or amount to them. I just want to be enough!”

Olga pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly as you cried into her. Alexia could be obvious to some things, and this was clearly one of those things.

After a while she coaxed you out of the hug, putting her hands on your cheeks and wiping away the tears, “can you tell me what he said to you? I know you, and I know you wouldn’t just hit someone for no reason.”

“Him and his friends say stuff all the time. I don’t usually respond, and today I didn’t. I guess it just made him angrier. He said.” You took a deep breath, knowing that it would hurt Olga’s feelings as much as it hurt yours, “he said you, Mami and mama were going to hell because you were filthy lesbians, he said something else and so did all his friends. I ignored him and when I went past he pulled my ponytail. I just lost it.”

You heard Olga have a sharp inhale of breath and then pull you towards the couch. For a while you both just sat there, Oga never letting up on the hold she had. When the front door sounded from Alexia getting home, Olga pulled you up and told you to go shower, needing to have a conversation with alexia.

“Amor? Mari? I’m back.” Alexia kicked her shoes off, throwing her keys into the bowl. She knew a conversation was needed but to be honest, she didn’t have the energy.

“Ale.” Olga all but threw herself into her girlfriend’s arms.

“Woah, what happened?”

“They say horrible things to her ale and she doesn’t even do anything.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She told me all about it. Everything they say at football, at school, everything.”

Alexia pulled Olga through to her room, wanting to know everything that was said. It took a while for alexia to understand why Olga was upset but once she did, she was equally upset.

You had showered, thrown your clothes in the hamper and unpacked your bag. You looked towards your mami and Olga’s room for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour. You knew what you did was wrong, incredibly wrong but after spending the last year being constantly picked on, it got to you.

It was dark by the time they emerged from their room. Both in different clothes and with damp hair.

“I’m going to order dinner.” Olga said as she headed toward the kitchen.

“Marquita, I need to talk to you.” You nodded, tucking your legs into your chest, scared about the outcome of what is to come. “Olga told me what you said. Do you have anything to add?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yeah I’m sorry. I thought, I thought I could handle it, that I was strong enough like you and mama but when he pulled my hair I just got so angry. They always say things about you and mama but this time they were talking about Olga too.”

“Olga also said you didn’t like football, why don’t you tell me? Or mama? We wouldn’t have forced you to play.”

“Because you’re the Alexia Putellas. Imagine what people would say and think if I didn’t play.”

“I don’t care about what people think or say, what I care about is your happiness, you aren’t happy at school or at football. I’ve spoken to your mama, we will change your school and remove you from football.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No! I’m sad for you, I’m sad you didn’t tell me what was going on, I’m mad at those boys and their parents, and at the principal.”

“I was embarrassed. You and mama are able to ignore everything negative people say and I thought I could do the same.”

“But we can’t.” You gave her a confused look, “since the World Cup, mama has been getting extra mean comments and messages on social media, I have too but not to the same extent. It affects her, it affects me, Olga gets them too. The way we get through it is because we know they are wrong. If two girls want to love each then they can, if two boys want to they can, a boy and a girl? They can. If Jenni and I want to have a family, we can and we did. If Olga and I want too, we can. No one is allowed to tell you or anyone else who they can and can’t love.”

“You and Olga are going to have a baby?”

“That’s all you got out of that?” Alexia laughed, “maybe, do you want a baby brother or sister?”

You launched yourself at your mami, “yes! Both! Twins!”

You were grateful for Olga, the act of telling you mami what had happened seemed like a ginormous task, she made it easier. The more you thought about it, Olga made a lot of things easier. When she was home things ran smoothly, but when she was gone it was like a missing puzzle piece.

As the night drew to a close, you had to call your mama in Mexico. Mami had already told her everything that had happened, so when you two spoke over FaceTime she promised she also wasn’t mad, when the next school holidays were on, you’d fly to Mexico and spend the week with her.

Over the course of the winter break, you and Olga were able to spend more time together. She shared her life story, including the times as a rowdy teenager. She took you shopping for your new school uniform and even bought your first set of makeup.

While you were sad to be leaving the friends you had made, you were glad to be in a new school, a school where you would hopefully be okay.

#woso fanfics #fcb femení #woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia x reader #woso community #jenni hermoso #alexia putellas x jenni hermoso #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #jenni hermoso x alexia putellas #jenni hermoso x reader #alexia putellas fanfic #alexia putellas x olga rios

254 notes · View notes

northopalshore · 7 months ago

Text

Alma Persona Chart Observations

┏━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┓

Alma (390)

"Soul" in Spanish. Is an asteroid predominantly used to depict one's soul but also represents the love your soul craves in this lifetime. Also used to interpret possible soulmates one will encounter during their lifetime.

┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛

୨୧ Please do not repost without consent ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔฅ🔉

Masterlist!

Gemini rising (7° libra)

Your soul is very curious & intelligent. You may find that you attract a lot of like-minded people from a very young age. Your childhood friends may have been soulmates.

Cancer rising

You are very gentle, and very sensitive. You could have a young kind heart that attracts a lot of caregivers i.e.people who look out for you/to look after.

Part of Fortune (17°leo) in 1st house

You may have had a lot of luck in finding good friends from a young age. Namely throughout kindergarten and middle school. You may also have encountered numerous soulmates through creative competitions i.e singing, story telling, drawing & even at camps.

Saturn (20° scorpio) retrograde in 2nd house

You were not born into a wealthy household in this life. Perhaps the monetary aspects of your life did not reach stability until later years. You'll notice that a lot of your close friends may also hail from lower income households.

Saturn (8°, 20° Scorpio) retrograde in cancer

You'll notice that perhaps a lot of those that you consider soulmates may have grown without a father of have been children of divorced parents. They could have grown up in a tough situation as well.

Jupiter (16° cancer) retrograde in 5th house

You may find that there is a lack of involvement in the dating scene. This is because your soul craves deep, meaningful intimacy rather than a hot summer fling. Your soul wishes to give endless love to only the chosen few or your one true love. Your husband (jupiter) may be older than you or are very artistic.

5th house in Libra

You will find that you attract bountiful admirers from both genders. Many will offer their hearts and hands to you. You may also easily find romantic interests wherever you go. You may have a love for the arts and performances. You will feel a pull towards beauty & arts.

Union (3° gemini) retrograde in scorpio 5th house

Your soul will be very drawn into finding your one true love. There might be an attached obsession if not handled with the proper consideration of boundaries (overthinking). You may attract karmic soulmates, and may as well marry a karmic soulmate in this lifetime. You could meet them at a young age or gain curiosity at a young age. Your friends or social media could play a role in your union. You could have heard of them from your friends for a long time before you met.

Union (18° virgo) in Cancer 12th house

You could have met a lot of your soulmates through work or long-distance travel. You could meet your spouse through your work or on a regular day of your life/at home. You could be very attached to the idea of a true love as well although it may be buried within your responsibilities/work. You will be very safe in your relationship, or you may find comfort thinking about it (cancer, 12th house).

Fama (26° aries) retrograde in 5th house

Your soul may have craved fame or entry into the performance world from a young age. It may take time for any creative endeavours to gain traction however.

Fama (24° pisces) in 2nd house

You may gain a lot of fame from your work especially if you work with illusion, art, your voice, cooking, fashion & mental health. You may attract a lot of people/dreamers to you thanks to your art/creations.

Vertex (13° aries) in 5th house

You may be very blessed with creative talents. Perhaps a lot of your childhood years were devoted to arts and performances. You will attract a lot of artistic souls into your life, mostly during early childhood. You could attract very passionate soul bonds who connect through art and romance.

Vertex (7° libra) in Sagittarius

You could attract soulmates from different cultures. Your relationships may be made out of charismatic, talented individuals. You may even marry (have a significant relationship with ) someone from a different country.

Note: Some of the soulmates you attract will have placements similar to that of your alma persona chart. If they do, then they will play a role in that part of your life. You can also compare your Alma PC to your synastry charts or composite too to get a good picture of who they are to you, & which aspect if life they may trigger.

Eros (7° libra) retrograde in Scorpio 6th house

You may have refrained from indulging in explicit encounters. I feel like this is one of the "waiting for marriage" aspects. Your soul will not be at ease to let loose with those you do not feel truly connected with. You may feel like you need a "safety net" in this area. Preferring to be intimate with long term partners, trustworthy partners or loyal and obsessed partnerships.

DC (7° libra)

Your soul attracts very loving, loyal partners in this life. Most of your relationships will have a good sense of balance and justice. When you do get into a relationship, you'll notice that most partners tend to have the same view on love as you do. Although there is a tendency to be frivolous. Your soul may aim to create stable, long lasting relationships.

DC (23° aquarius)

You are drawn to unique and unapologetically genuine individuals. You will not limit yourself to the type of friends & connections you make. You may wish to break the stigma of people around you in regards to your relationships. Your soul could prove to be quite rebellious in this aspect as well. Wanting to change the way people view certain relationships.

Pluto (24° pisces) in 7th house

You may attract a lot of karmic soulmates in both romantic & close relationships. You may marry someone you've had a strong connection to in a past life. Your relationships will have a large impact in your life especially when it comes to marriage.

Uranus (10° Capricorn) retrograde in 7th house aquarius

You may long for a connection to a foreign place, from someone who is different & can teach you the diversities life has to offer. Your soul may long for a connection beyond the mundane. You may be very set on the type of person you want to be with or have thought about your partner for a long time i.e reached a resolute on the type of person you'll wed.

Neptune retrograde in 7th house

Your soul may have an indescribable longing for a romantic partner. Your soul may be very romantic & may idealise love to a certain degree.

Neptune (16°cancer) in 9th house

You may have grown up religious or spiritual. Your mother (cancer) or any older female figure in your life may have impacted your spirituality from a young age (during childhood). You may have a tendency to be stuck on matters of the psyche or be stuck in the mind of other people i.e analysing their beings.

Neptune in aquarius

You may have very innovative imaginations or creativity. You may find that you tend to delve into the human psyche quite often. Analysing the mind and the subconscious. You may have a dream to bring change into humanity or your community. To be someone, and to do something different.

Groom (1° aries) in Pisces 9th house

Your husband/you as a husband may be a very passionate, young hearted & slightly stubborn. They are a foreigner for sure (9th house & pisces/12th house). They could be a dreamer, they may be quite soft hearted or very patient & understanding. They will have an open mind, one that is not limited to their own. They could be very spiritual or rather have their personal beliefs that they stand by. Your souls will come together to learn & grow, to let go of karmic ties & to truly feel connected.

MC (1° aries)

Your career & goals in life requires you to be passionate and resilient. Your destiny is to move past the rest & pursue your own ideals.

Uranus in 10th house

You may have a desire to pursue a career separate from the wishes of your father (10th house). You may need to be more independent and break free from the limitations that your predecessors or ones designed to hold you down.

Uranus (7° libra) in 10th house

Your soul relationships break the set illusion that your parents may have i.e.going against their plans for you regarding what kind of partner & future you may have.

10th house stellium

You may achieve a lot of fame in this life. Your life may be very public, people may be very invested in what you do (whether you want them or not). Your soul has the aura of an untouchable leader. Someone who has the ability to trailblaze a path for both themselves and the public.

Juno (13° aries) in Pisces 10th house

Your soul partner may have worked from a young age. They could be a foreigner as well. Work may play an important role in their lives as well as your connection. You could teach others (10th house: public life) many lessons in this life. You could be completing a soul contract i.e karmic debts, special purpose together (aries: beginnings, pisces: endings).

Venus (15° gemini) in 10th house

Your love life may be connected to your work/public life. People you don't know may love talking about your love life or your choice or partners. It could have an important presence online & at school/educational institutions. People may like to gossip about how interesting your love life is too.

Sun (20° scorpio) in 10th house

People could have a very intense perception of you. You may attract a lot of obsessive fans or haters. People either hate you or love you without an in between. You will have a very impactful presence in your career.

Sun (22° capricorn) in 2nd house

Your main focus may be to gain money, or stability. A lot of your life will be dedicated to your career.

Moon in 10th house

A part of you may crave fame & recognition. Your soul may long for success and adoration from your peers. You may attract a lot of like-minded individuals through your kind public approach. People may see you as a mother figure.

Moon in 11th house

You will attract a lot of souls to you through the internet or through big communities. You may be the one to guide them in the community. People/friends may look to you for comfort and soul connections.

Mercury (8° scorpio) in 11th house

People could talk about your life relentlessly online. You could spend a lot of time on personal research, and gain taboo knowledge online. People could feel drawn to you for your writing, or intelligence. You may attract soulmates with deep personal connections and you can talk to them about anything & everything. Perhaps you will go through a lot of outside judgement.

ex: delving into the esoteric side of the internet

Mercury (19° libra) in Leo 2nd house

You may have a great voice. You may be known for your art or your talents, and your career may include a lot of writing & singing.

Alma (18° virgo) in 11th house

A lot of your soulmates may be virgos or at least have virgo traits. You could also meet a lot of soulmates through work or online. Perhaps a lot of your soulmates actually work on social media or have an internet presence. Even in romantic relationships, there is always a friendly energy between you and them.

Alma (29° leo) in 4th house

Your soulmate could feel like family to you. You could attract a lot of artists in your life. Your soulmates are creative & talented. You could attract a lot of Leos as well. There is an almost maternal type of affection shared with your soulmates whether romantic or not.

North node (11° aquarius) in 11th house

Your soul may be led to the online world, humanitarian work, community development & making genuine connections. You could be destined for fame or at least have a very important role in society through media or your friend circles. You could be led to a specific group of friends. They could be very different from you or you may prove to be an unusual bunch. Perhaps you'll meet online.

North node in 2nd house

You may find many of your soulmates through work/ while making money. You may also be destined to work with your soulmates as well.

Boda (4° cancer) in Taurus 11th house

You may marry a friend/soulmate. Your marriage will be one out of love & devotion. Perhaps the marriage will be held in a familiar place i.e hometown, somewhere connected to your childhood (4th house).

note: It might be a place frequented by you during childhood/very often because of a family member with the same sign boda is in as well as the degrees.

Boda (cancer° )in 9th house

If you are foreigners, you could get married in your future spouses' country/hometown.

Boda in retrograde

You may think about marriage a lot. You could also get married to a karmic soulmate as well (there are lessons to be learnt/taught).

Briede in 12th house

As a wife you/they may be very spiritual or your/their connection to spirituality could be strengthened. You could move overseas when you get married or you may be in your husband's country. You could be at home most of the time or hidden from the public. Perhaps you prefer to live in your own world at the time.

Briede in Virgo/Virgo°

You could be very practical as a wife. Perhaps you will hold onto traditional roles/views on marriage. You will be very organised and perhaps even work oriented.

Briede in Leo/Leo°

You could be very well known as a wife. Perhaps your energy or charismatic nature is enhanced and people may notice you more after marriage. You will be a creative & loyal partner.

Briede in Taurus/Taurus°

You may long to be a mother or could also end up as a stay at home wife. (I think I've mentioned this before in a different post but I'll still add in for those who resonate). Your soul will find comfort in being close to your husband, family & home as a wife. You may be a natural homemaker as well.

Briede in Gemini/3rd house

As a wife you will be very talkative, witty & friendly. Perhaps you'll like going to events/festivals/services or if you have a child, you will usually be the one to attend school events. You may be naturally inclined to go out more or make more mental connections/friends.

***disclaimer: entertainment purposes only, reader discretion is advised***

Thank you for reading ♡

@northopalshore

366 notes · View notes

hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years ago

Photo

Magnificent 1922 Spanish Colonial Revival Chiles Estate looks ancient, doesn’t it? It’s in Asheville, North Carolina, has 5bd 4ba $2.495M.

Isn’t this open entrance fabulous? Look at how the walls appear to be crumbling. This was the vision of prominent Asheville architect Ronald Greene and is known as Asheville’s *second* most famous home.

I’ve never seen columns set right into stairs. Isn’t that unusual? And, I also like the shelving in the stairs- good use of space.

Very large sitting room- look how nice the windows open. Love that tile fireplace.

Beautiful library. Look at the up-lighting in the dental molding around the room and the way the ceiling curves.

Details like this cool original door knob.

Isn’t the dining room beautiful? Love the blue ceiling and how it opens to the

Love the kitchen remodel. I don’t know why, but I really like dark cabinets. This kitchen has an updated Spanish Colonial look. Very nice.

Striking blue subway tile bath.

Spacious main bd.

This is a stunning en-suite- black tile and white fixtures. Look at the vintage sunken tub.

Beautiful walk-in closet/dressing room.

This is set up as a sitting room, but it’s really a bd b/c it has an en-suite.

Loving the rose tile and vintage tub.

And, this is one of the other bedrooms set up as a home office.

Lovely big terraces- one open an one covered.

Patio behind the house.

Look at the dining room from the patio, and notice the covered outdoor walkway above.

Looking down into the courtyard from above.

What a cute building.

And, look what’s inside- a bar and entertaining space.

This is so cool.

And, check out the gardens. What an amazing place to get away and be alone.

A stunning .37 acre property.

And look at this, it even has a park.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/21-Chiles-Ave-Asheville-NC-28803/5613975_zpid/

#spanish colonial revival #estates #midnight dreamer #historic estates #houses #house tours #home tour

267 notes · View notes

literaryvein-reblogs · 5 months ago

Text

A List of "Beautiful" Untranslatable Words

Acasă - [Romanian] Where you feel at home, safe, loved. It's the place where you feel like you belong and that you miss when you're away.

Boketto - [Japanese] gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking of anything specific; daydreaming

Ciğerpare - [Turkish] has Persian origins and literally means ‘liver part’. It refers to someone that you love as much as your own body.

Clagarnach - [Irish] the sound of heavy rain on a rooftop

Commuovere - [Italian] often taken to mean “heartwarming,” but directly refers to a story that moved you to tears

Dauwtrappen - [Dutch] to walk barefoot through morning grass

Dustsceawung - [Old English] the thought that dust used to be other things, and realisation that everything will ultimately end up as dust

Elvágyódás - [Hungarian] Some compare it to wanderlust, but it’s a much broader concept. The word doesn’t just refer to the desire to travel or go to another country, but also to another time in our life, or even a different era. It expresses wanting to escape reality and looking for something undefined.

Encebre - [Galician] something authentic, characteristic, rooted into the culture and specific for a certain region, impossible to find anywhere else

Fernweh - [German] “far sickness”; the feeling of longing for a place you’ve never been to

Fika - [Swedish] enjoying a nice chat over a cup of coffee or tea.

Flâner - [French] aimlessly wandering without any destination, just to enjoy the views

Gluggaveður - [Icelandic] weather that looks beautiful but is unpleasant to be in

Gökotta - [Swedish] waking up early to hear the first birds sing

Heimat - [German] the roots that shape who you are as a person

Hiányérzet - [Hungarian] the feeling that something is missing, but we just can’t put a finger on it

Iktsuarpok - [Inuit] the feeling of anticipation that leads you to keep looking outside to see if anyone is coming

Kairós - [Greek] the perfect, most opportune time for something to happen

Komorebi - [Japanese] sunlight that filters between the leaves on a tree

L’appel du vide - [French] “the call of the void” or the sudden desire to jump when you’re standing high up

Luftmensch - [Yiddish] someone who is a bit of a dreamer

Luscofusco - [Galician] the moment when day fades into the night and all light disappears, leaving everything looking like shadows

Mångata - [Swedish] the trail created by the moon’s reflection on water

Mangomoment - [Dutch] small acts of affection occurring during regular everyday activities. They can be almost unnoticeable, like someone asking how you’re feeling or offering to share their snack with you.

Merak - [Serbian] the feeling you get from simple pleasures that adds up to a sense of happiness and fulfillment

Peiskos - [Norwegian] the experience of sitting in front of a crackling fireplace enjoying the warmth

Querencia - [Spanish] somewhere you feel the most at home

Retrouvailles - [French] a reunion with a loved one after a long time of not seeing each other

Saudade - [Portuguese] the longing for something beautiful that’s now gone

Symatisk - [Danish] to have a good feeling about someone we don’t know very well

Torschlusspanik - [German] The realisation that you need to do something with your life because the time is running and you’re not getting any younger. It can hit you at any age, so one could call it a universal equivalent to the mid-life crisis.

Toska - [Russian] a mixture of pining, restlessness, yearning, nostalgia, melancholy, and depression; a concept embracing the feelings of nostalgia, missing, being sad, even the beginnings of depression

Tsundoku - [Japanese] buying a book and leaving it unread, usually surrounded by a lot of other unread books

Uitwaaien - [Dutch] to go out in windy weather, particularly into nature or a park, in order to refresh and clear one’s mind

Utepils - [Norwegian] sitting outside on a sunny day and enjoying a beer

Vedriti - [Slovenian] to shelter from the rain, either literally or metaphorically, such as when you’re in a bad mood and you’re waiting for the negative emotions to pass

Waldeinsamkeit - [German] the feeling of solitude, being alone in the woods, and a connectedness to nature

Weltschmerz – [German] satirist, Jean Paul, originally known as Johann Paul Friedrich Richter, came up with this word that literally means “world pain.” When you feel that the world is in a deplorable state, Weltschmerz can describe your anguish.

Won - [Korean] reluctance to let go of an illusion

Żal - [Polish] grief, sadness, regret - can be related to both our actions and the actions of others, as well as losing something or missing someone

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 ⚜ More: Lists of Beautiful Words ⚜ Word Lists

#words #language #writeblr #langblr #dark academia #spilled ink #writing reference #writing inspiration #word list #literature #writers on tumblr #writing prompt #poets on tumblr #creative writing #fiction #light academia #lit #writing resources

112 notes · View notes

moviecritc · 11 months ago

Text

dreamer ⋆ carlos sainz

pairing: carlos sainz x old friend!reader

summary: you leave the city searching a meaning to your life, founding an old friends instead

word count: 2K

warnings: carlos isn't a driver, just a really rich guy with hobbies

a/n: here's the first track of my bewitched department <33 i love reader and carlos so so much tbh

masterlist | wattpad | letterboxd

"I'm sick of all this, Natalie," Y/N declared, throwing her phone on the sofa. Her roommate diverted her gaze from the TV to her. "It's the fourth guy that ghosted me after I ask him out."

"Become a lesbian," said Natalie, turning her attention back to the movie.

Y/N let out a sigh. "I should. I'm tired of all men being assholes and manipulators."

She grimaced, thinking that maybe the problem wasn't men but her. She had studied Art History and had been the best in her class. Now, at 28, she was sharing an apartment and teaching preteens who called her 'ma'am.' Was she wasting her life?

"I need a change," she said to herself.

"The smell goes away with a shower, don't worry." Natalie looked at her, wrinkling her nose.

"No, damn it. A change in my routine," she explained. Nevertheless, she took a sniff at her armpit, regretting it. She'd shower later. "I need to get out of here."

She stood up, grabbed her phone, and headed to her room.

"Hey? And where are you going, if I may ask?" said Natalie, following her.

"Anywhere!" Y/N shrugged. She drank a glass of water and took out a couple of pieces of clothing. "I need to change the scenery as soon as possible, I'm stuck."

She pulled a small suitcase from her closet while her roommate rolled her eyes.

"Y/N, you can't just leave suddenly. Don't you have classes tomorrow?"

Y/N paused for a moment and then shrugged again. "I'll ask for the day off. The week, actually."

"The week!" exclaimed Natalie. Y/N was already looking at flights on her phone when Natalie covered her screen. "Y/N, you don't have the financial or mental stability for this!"

Y/N swatted Natalie's hand away to see her phone screen.

"Madrid is very cheap this time of year," she said, with a small smile.

"But you don't even speak Spanish!"

Y/N boarded a plane to Madrid with the idea of not talking to any men that week. This trip was for her, to reconnect with herself, the Y/N she had lost over the years.

She still didn't have a place to stay, but she would resolve that on the go. The journey from the airport to central Madrid was tedious; she didn't know how the metro worked and people ignored her like she was nothing. Frustrated, she sat in a café. She looked up things to do in Madrid on her phone, but soon the battery died, and she was sure she had forgotten her charger at the apartment.

She let out a long sigh and ran her hands over her face. As she opened her eyes, she heard a voice.

"Y/N?"

She looked up immediately, surprised that someone knew who she was in Madrid. When she met the gaze of the individual, she recognized him instantly.

"Carlos?"

She stood up immediately, greeting him. Was he a man? Yes but Carlos and she had gone to university together; they had been friends for several years. Probably best friends, though they never talked about it. He hadn't changed much; he looked older but in a positive way, with a more flattering haircut and surprisingly stronger.

"What are you doing here?" Carlos asked, leaning in for a short hug.

"On vacation," Y/N nodded. Running into him had instantly lifted her spirits.

"Damn, I haven't seen you in… six years?" Carlos tilted his head a bit.

"Since graduation, right?"

They both nodded; it had been quite a while. Long enough to realize they had lost contact too soon.

"I didn't expect to see you in Madrid," commented Carlos, with a smile.

"It was a last-minute decision," explained Y/N, wrinkling her nose a bit. She formed a smile. "I'm glad to see you, really. Do you want to sit for a bit?" she suggested, pointing to the empty chair.

"I'd love to," Carlos accepted the invitation immediately, sitting down.

A waiter approached, and Carlos ordered a coffee to accompany Y/N's.

"Well, tell me, what have you been up to all these years?" Carlos asked, crossing one leg.

Y/N told him a bit of everything, very sweetened. That she was teaching Geography and History at a public school, that her family was fine, and they reminisced about the time Carlos practically crashed her Christmas party because Carlos Sainz Senior was mad at him for his grades and that she was happy living in her city.

Carlos told her that he now worked at his father's company as an executive.

"Oh, I thought you’d be doing something related to what we studied," Y/N pressed her lips a bit, somewhat disappointed that Carlos hadn't continued doing what they both loved.

"I would have loved to… but there were very few job opportunities. And I didn't want to be a teacher, so I played it safe," admitted Carlos, shrugging a bit. For a moment, he thought Y/N would judge him for it, but her sweet and calm expression told him otherwise.

"Understandable not wanting to be a teacher," agreed Y/N, before sipping her coffee.

"Is it tough?" Carlos mimicked her, lifting his cup too.

Y/N shook her head a bit. "I'm sure there are worse things. But having a twelve-year-old try to cut your hair because his dad is bald is rather curious."

Carlos almost choked on his coffee from the sudden laughter. "Really?" He tried to stifle the laughter as best as he could, but Y/N was already glaring at him.

"No, no. It's not funny, it happens every damn day," she nodded vigorously. Carlos let out a laugh that ended up being contagious for Y/N too.

The conversation continued for the rest of the afternoon. It was like going back to university for a few hours, a time she missed a lot. When they decided to get up from the table, they had finished four coffees and at least one glass of wine. It was even starting to get cold outside.

"Shall I walk you to your hotel?" Carlos asked with a smirk.

Y/N grimaced, remembering she still hadn't sorted that out. She bit the inside of her cheek, embarrassed. "I haven't booked a hotel room yet."

"Oh," he pursed his lips and quickly said, "You can stay at my place, I have a spare room."

Y/N, hearing him speak, was already shaking her head. "No, no, no. I don't want to bother you."

Carlos clicked his tongue, looking away for a moment.

"How are you going to bother me? Come on, bring your suitcase. My car is parked nearby."

Y/N was intrigued by Carlos's initiative but kept shaking her head.

"Really, it's not necessary, Carlos," Y/N extended her arms a bit for Carlos to return her suitcase, but he even moved it away from her hands. "I'll manage."

She said that last part to ease him a bit, but it only sounded like she needed more help.

"Y/N, I'm not going to leave you out on the street," Carlos put his hands on his hips and she let out a sigh. "That's not very gentlemanly of me."

"You were never a gentleman, you idiot," noted Y/N. Carlos smiled, knowing that if Y/N started to insult you, she was about to agree with you. "Alright, but just for one night. Then I'll find a hotel."

"Whatever you say, cariño," Carlos smiled triumphantly, and Y/N tried to hide her smile while he put her suitcase in the trunk.

His apartment was huge, truly huge. A dream kitchen, a large living room, and definitely more than one spare room. As they entered, a beautiful brown and white dog greeted them, heading straight for Carlos's legs.

"And who is this?" said Y/N, petting his head a bit, enough for the animal to focus all its attention on her. He sniffed Y/N's shoes and licked the hems of her pants.

"His name is Piñón," said Carlos with a smile, surprised that Piñón hadn't started barking because of a stranger's presence. "I adopted him almost after we graduated."

Y/N crouched, petting Piñón's neck and behind his ears. "Hi, Piñón. You're so pretty."

"I'll show you the room," Carlos said.

Y/N got up, giving Piñon one last pet. "Thank you, really. I feel like an abandoned cat, but thank you."

They both chuckled softly.

"It's nothing," Carlos said as they went to the room.

Y/N left her suitcase in a corner and turned to Carlos. "Do you have a charger?"

She felt like she was taking advantage of him too much, even if it was just for a charger, she felt bad.

"Of course, here," Carlos handed her the charger, their hands touched for a millisecond. She tried so hard not to feel anything. He kept a flirty smile. "Are you hungry?"

"Well, yes," Y/N nodded. "But give me a few minutes and I'll help you cook."

Y/N took a couple of things out of her suitcase and went back to the kitchen to help Carlos. They quickly cooked some pasta with burrata. Y/N noticed how Carlos would get close to her or brush his hands against hers casually.

While cutting some tomatoes, the knife slipped from Carlos’s hand. "Shit!" Carlos looked at the cut and put his finger in his mouth, letting out several whimpers.

"Did you cut yourself?" Y/N went over to him, Carlos took his finger out of his mouth, showing her a small cut. Y/N pursed her lips, remembering how dramatic he could be. "It's nothing, Carlos. It's barely bleeding."

Y/N cradled his hand, gently caressing his fingers almost unconsciously. The room went silent, Carlos looked into her eyes, he adored that look. Y/N lifted her eyes, connecting them with Carlos’s. He leaned toward her, listening to her breathing and matching his to it.

"Can I kiss you?"

The question hung in the air. Y/N held her breath. This was the opposite of what she wanted. She blinked and slightly opened her mouth. To Carlos, it felt like an eternity.

"I'm sorry," Y/N said in a faint voice. She looked at him with pity and Carlos stepped back, feeling more embarrassed than ever. "It's just… it's not the right time. I'm in a bit of a strange phase and things aren't going well for me, I don't want to mess things up for you." Y/N fidgeted with her rings as she said it.

"I understand," Carlos said, nodding slowly. "I shouldn't have asked you that, it was out of place."

"No, I should have told you before," she contradicted, with a grimace.

"Don't worry," he said. "It's just that…," Carlos hesitated a bit. "In college I had a huge crush on you and seeing you again brought everything back."

Y/N blinked, absorbing those words. She had always wondered why Carlos barely dated any girls during their time in college, it never crossed her mind it could be because of her.

"You had a crush on me?"

"You didn't know?"

"No…"

"Damn, we spent so much time together,"

"Because we were friends! That's what friends do!"

They both laughed and Carlos leaned against the counter, crossing his arms.

"So, you're not having a good time?" he inquired, with a calm look.

Y/N lowered her gaze. "I'm trying to sort out my life."

"I understand," he bit the inside of his cheek. "Anyway, if once you sort out your life you feel like going on a date, I haven't changed my number."

That felt so good in Y/N's chest, as if her heart expanded a little. She laughed like a fool, taking a few steps back.

"I'm going to go to sleep,"

"You're not having dinner with me?" Carlos extended his arms, with a sad look.

"Maybe tomorrow," Y/N turned around and smiled over her shoulder before disappearing down the hallway.

taglist; @theseerbetweenus

147 notes · View notes

vikkirosko · 2 months ago

Note

olá, eu queria uma parte 2 de "romântico incurável", mas agora para striker, verosika, andrealphus e vassago. obrigado

Request translation: Hello, I wanted a part 2 of "incurable romantic", but now to striker, verosika, andrealphus and vassago. Thanks

Headcanons Hopeless romantic

🦚 Andrealphus x Reader ❄️

Andrealphus was hardly a romantic. He was cunning, he did what was beneficial to him, even if it meant doing something cruel. Therefore, the fact that the two of you were together seemed fantastic to everyone who knew him well enough. You could easily be called a dreamer. You were a hopeless romantic, and it would seem that Andrealphus was absolutely not the right partner for you. But for a reason known only to you, you were together and you were really in love with him, which only surprised others more

You often visited him, and despite the fact that there was a lot of ice in his mansion, you were never cold there. Andrealphus was softer with you than with everyone else, even than with his own sister. You always enjoyed drinking tea with him, he arranged a whole garden with ice flowers in the garden especially for you, which did not differ from the real ones. He always took you to the most beautiful and exquisite places, even though you told him it wasn't necessary

One day you honestly told him that you didn't really need expensive gifts or luxurious places to date. You would be happy even if you were just walking in an ordinary park in the city or somewhere else, because the most important thing was that you were with him. He liked it when you said that, but he didn't deny that he wasn't going to do something like that. Since you were in a relationship, it meant that he was going to arrange for you the best dates you've ever been on

He kept arranging the best dates for you that you could ever imagine and wasn't going to change that. You were happy with him, no matter where you were, and he was happy about it. Your relationship didn't have any secret purpose, he just felt happy around you and didn't want to change that

🦜 Vassago x Reader ⭐️

Vassago and you really were the perfect couple. He was sincere, kind, honest and romantic. You were dreamy, no less romantic than he was, and sincere. It would seem that your relationship was perfect. You often went out together, he arranged the most romantic dates for you, which you happily spent together. You didn't even have to visit any luxurious or expensive places to have a good time together. You were happy no matter where you went together, and Vassago always tried to make you feel comfortable no matter what

He often complimented you in Spanish and called you various cute nicknames in Spanish. You didn't know what exactly he was saying, but you knew he wouldn't say something rude or unpleasant. Vassago would sometimes tell you about the meaning of different Spanish words, and every time he was very happy, he would start talking in Spanish, trying to show you as clearly as possible how happy you made him. He often showered you with kisses, causing blush and embarrassed laughter on your cheeks. He liked to give you as much of his love as possible and show it in a variety of ways

He knew that you didn't consider expensive gifts to be necessary, so he always tried to do something else, more romantic. He often sang romantic songs to you, sometimes in English and sometimes in Spanish. Some of his songs were improvised, but that didn't make them any worse. Much more important were the feelings he put into every line he sang to you, trying to convey to you how much he loved you. When he sang the song to you for the first time, you couldn't contain your emotions and started crying. Vassago was afraid that it was too much, but you hurried to hug him, muttering how much you loved him and how happy you are with him. What he did for you really meant a lot to you

Vassago was happy with you. He had never thought before that he would meet someone he would fall in love with so much and be ready to spend his whole life with. But that's exactly what you've become to him. You were happy together. You told him that you dreamed of the very love that came once and for all your life. And that's exactly how you felt about Vassago. Your words made him happy and he was glad that you once met

🐍 Striker x Reader 👢

You and Striker didn't advertise your relationship much. Neither you nor he had a goal to hide it, but you didn't get to go on dates together that often because of his work. But you loved your dates. You were a real hopeless romantic and cherished every date you had, no matter where it took place or what exactly you were doing. Striker knew this, but he still tried to arrange good dates for you whenever possible, because he didn't want your infrequent meetings to be overshadowed by a bad time

He knew perfectly well that you liked romantic things. That's why he tried to bring you various cute souvenirs from his trips. It wasn't necessarily something expensive. Most of the time, it was the pleasant little things that reminded him of you when he saw them. You kept each of his gifts, and when he saw it, he was surprised. You told him that these were important things to you, because he gave them to you. Your words made him grin and feel warm in his chest. You really appreciated every gift he gave you

He could come to you late at night after another job and you were always happy to see him. He was relaxing next to you and felt relaxed, and you just sat with him and smiled gently. Sometimes you chatted. During one of these conversations, you told him that you had always dreamed of various romantic dates, but it was much more important for you that Striker was with you. You were happy with him, and it didn't matter what you did or where you went. Even the fact that you saw each other less often than you would like because of his work couldn't upset you

Striker was sure that you could be much happier if you dated someone who was around you more often, but you thought otherwise. You loved him and you never tired of reminding him of it. You were happy with him and it made him happy. Striker was in love with you, and the fact that you were happy with him genuinely pleased him and made him happy

💋 Verosika Mayday x Reader 🎤

Verosika didn't talk about it openly, but she had nothing against romance. Especially if she was doing something romantic with you. You've been dating for a while now, and those who knew about it were surprised by her choice of partner. You were kind, considerate, and romantic. You were a hopeless romantic and tried your best to make her happy. You believed that it was love forever, like in fairy tales, and even though she didn't say it directly, sometimes she also had that impression, which made her wonder at herself

She loved taking you to beautiful places, both in Hell and in the human world, since she could go there. You've never been there before, so it was interesting for you to see everything. She liked to see your enthusiastic expression, because she was the one who made you look like that. She liked to see such emotions on your face and she tried to make you happy as often as possible, at least while she was with you

Sometimes she couldn't come to your dates even if she had planned them herself. Her plans might have changed dramatically, but you were never angry with her. You told her that you didn't care how often you went on dates, you didn't care where you went. It was enough for you that she was by your side. You really used to dream about romantic dates. You dreamed of having dinner under the stars, of beautiful bouquets of flowers, but when you started dating, you realized that it wasn't so important. It was much more important that you spent your time with her, with the one you love, and it meant much more than dating

She was still surprised that you chose her, but Verosika was happy. She liked the fact that despite all the bad things that happened in Hell, you continued to believe in love and Verosika was glad that this faith was still with you. That faith was a part of you, and she liked the way you were. She loved seeing your smile and your faith in her. She was happy with you, and when she saw you, she saw that you were happy with her, too

#Helluva Boss #Helluva Boss headcanons #Helluva Boss x Reader #Andrealphus #Andrealphus x Reader #Vassago #Vassago x Reader #Striker #Striker x Reader #Verosika Mayday #Verosika Mayday x Reader

52 notes · View notes

arseholism · 1 year ago

Text

[ Wow, you're seriously going to attempt reading about me?? Alright then, before we begin this long and tiresome charade, let's go over the basic information you NEED to know and understand.. ] [ NO! i do not want to subscribe to your OF] [ I don't "want" you. I don't "need" you. I don't want to "come see you". ] [ Please for the love of whatever you love most, do not bother telling me this post offended you]

[ Aw you look beautiful when you’re smiling! Love those shoes too ;) ]

[ Alright, get comfortable my darling ] [ I love people, i just don't find many interesting. So technically, the law of averages works against you.] [ You might be awesome.. please, feel welcome to change my mind ] [ Okay, Lets go. ] [ My name is Arias ]

[ You pronounced that wrong! ] [ I like coffee ] [ I like people. I wouldn't be able to live without people.] [ I love talking ] [ You don't know me ] [ You probably wouldn't understand me even if you did ] [ I'm From London ] [ I also live in Los Angeles, Sydney and New york ] [ Because i can ] [ I travel a lot ] [ I'm 6'3 ] [ I like short girls ] [ Not midgets. Short girls ] [ My dad's white, my mum's spanish .. Incase you wondered ]

[ I love American accents! They’re so fucking cute!! ]

[ I'm English ] [ Yes i have an accent, it's london with a hint of sydney] [ I like it.. ] [ No you probably will never hear it ] [ I've played Piano, Guitar and Violin since i was 4 ] [ I write lyrics and music when i'm bored ] [ No i will not write you a song ] [ Yes i can sing ] [ No i will not sing for you ] [ I love to cook ]

[ No i will not cook for you ] [ I'm blunt so i can be an arsehole ] [ I'm quite nice in general ] [ I'm passive, i really don't give a fuck ] [ Unless i care.. then I absolutely give a fuck ] [ I won't suck up just so you like me ] [ I do what I want ] [ I do not like cameras, in case you’re wondering why my page isn’t littered with selfies ] [ No i will not be your trick monkey ] [ or your human puppet ] [ enough. ] [ Make me smile, make me laugh, i'll get addicted to you ] [ I'm a cuddle whore ] [ I'm attracted to pretty faces and beautiful smiles ] [ I'm a dreamer ] [ I love to plan dreamy dates and sensational moments] [ I have sleep issues. I like my issues ] [ I love to read ] [ I think you're spiffy because you're still reading this ] [ I'm bored right now, so i may NEVER stop. ] [ I LOVE to cook. I even bake my own bread haha ] [ If you tak lyke dis, dun fuhkin tak 2 me mkay? ] [ Right. got that off my chest ] [ I swim, i run, i eat unhealthy, my body is so confused, but it's pretty to look at? ] [ I love music, i have way too much music for one guy ] [ I love kids, i have 3 god children and they rock my world ] [ I'm opinionated and judgemental, however, i will listen to your opinion and i will listen to your side of the story] [ I'm hopelessly romantic ] [ I'm very very very picky ] [ No. I'm not looking for anything or anyone ] [ Romance.. is so misunderstood ] [ I'm broken ] [ No. You can't fix me ] [ Wow. I didn't stop. You didn't stop. We're still here and we're meant to be *gushes* haha ] [ I'll probably adopt. ] [ I'm always bored ] [ I like conversation ] [ I love to read ] [ I don't like pictures, i figure that if there is something beautiful enough, it'll burn into my memory ] [ I however, do not want you to hit on me ] [ I can be very perverted ] [ No, this does not imply i want to talk dirty ] [ Or.. that i want you to talk dirty ] [ Please try not to be too creepy.. PRETTY PLEASE? ] [ I'm also very moralistic ] [ I love my imagnation ] [ I have a major oral fetish ] [ Do we have things in common? ] [ No, You could probably never be my dream girl ] [ I have never had a one night stand ] [ Yes, i'm very picky and fucking frustrating ] [ Are you Captain Entertainment? Sent to rescue me from the trescherous depths of boredom? ] [ Didn't think so.. ] [ I love cookies, they make me happy ] [ I love cold miserable rainy weather ] [ I'm cheeky ] [ I'm complicated ]

[ I'm curious ]

[ Did the brackets annoy you? ]

[ Stupid word count ]

[ Go on.. Judge me! ]

[ Message me if you still want more ]

172 notes · View notes