#Grace answers 🌸

[sovereignofthefrenchpeople]

@traveling-song asked: “did you find what you were looking for?” (madamegrand) Taken from 🌸!

Louis XVI raised his eyes slowly from the old map he had been studying. The candlelight flickered softly across the parchment and his face, casting thoughtful shadows beneath his eyes.

He turned gently to Madame Grand, his tone calm and deliberate. “Madame, I sought clarity in lines drawn by men long before me... But what I truly search for may not be marked on any chart.”

He folds the map. “So no, I have not found it. Not yet. But I dare say... I am learning to ask better questions.”

He steps away from the table, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze drifting toward the window, where the distant lights of Versailles shimmer against the night.

[amara-scott]

Bed Chem 🌸

I listenend to far too much Sabrina Carpenter and had to write something that's just filled with far too much tension. Enjoy (or suffer with me).

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x female! Slytherin Reader

Summary: A game of truth or dare turns your already terribly tense situation with Mattheo even more terribly loaded with electricity. How very unfortunate...

The Slytherin common room was alive with chatter and the occasional pop of a Firewhiskey bottle. Someone had smuggled in drinks, and half the house was sprawled across the emerald-green couches and leather armchairs, their conversations a mixture of gossip and drunken confessions.

I perched on the arm of a sofa, drink in hand, legs crossed as I half-listened to Pansy complain about Draco’s latest drama. But it was hard to focus—not when I could feel his eyes on me.

Mattheo Riddle.

Across the room, leaning against the fireplace, his dark curls fell into his eyes as he brought a cigarette to his lips. His gaze was fixed on me, unwavering, heavy, like he was daring me to look away first.

I didn’t. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Instead, I took a slow sip from my glass, expression carefully unreadable. But inside, my pulse hammered against my ribs like it was trying to escape.

Mattheo smirked. Of course, he knew. He always did.

"Alright," Enzo announced suddenly, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. "It’s time for a game."

A collective groan rose from the group, but no one actually protested. A night like this always ended in some kind of reckless entertainment.

"What kind of game?" Daphne asked, raising a skeptical brow.

Enzo’s grin widened. "Truth or Dare."

I rolled my eyes, but a thrill sparked in my chest. This could be dangerous.

"Predictable," Theo muttered, but he didn’t object as Enzo conjured an empty bottle and placed it in the center of the table.

"Alright, rules are simple," Enzo continued. "If you choose truth, you have to answer honestly. If you choose dare, you have to do it. No backing out."

The game started off lighthearted—Draco was dared to serenade the room (badly), Pansy had to take a shot off Daphne’s stomach, Blaise admitted to having a secret stash of Honeydukes chocolates under his bed.

But then, of course, it was my turn.

I felt it before it happened. The shift in energy. Enzo’s smirk turning almost wicked.

"Truth or dare, Y/N?" he asked, eyes glinting.

I hesitated. I knew better than to pick truth. No matter what I chose, Enzo would find a way to make it insufferable.

But I also knew Mattheo was watching. And I wasn’t about to let him see me falter.

"Dare," I said smoothly, tilting my chin up.

A chorus of oooohs filled the room. Enzo’s smirk deepened. He glanced at Mattheo, then back at me, and that’s when I knew—he was going to ruin me.

"I dare you," Enzo dragged it out, "to sit on Mattheo’s lap for the next three rounds."

My breath caught. Laughter erupted around the room, and I heard at least one dramatic gasp from Pansy.

I should’ve expected it.

Mattheo, the bastard, just chuckled, exhaling a slow drag of smoke before flicking his cigarette into the fire. He spread his legs slightly and draped an arm over the back of the couch, looking entirely too comfortable.

"Well?" he drawled. "You heard him, princess."

I clenched my jaw. Backing out wasn’t an option.

So I did what any self-respecting Slytherin would do. I played the game.

With as much grace as I could muster, I stood and made my way over to him, ignoring the way my skin burned under his gaze. I turned my back to him and sat on his lap, settling down with a confidence I didn’t feel.

The room whistled and cheered, but I barely heard it over the pounding of my own heartbeat.

Mattheo’s hands rested lazily on my thighs, fingers tracing circles through the fabric of my skirt. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against my ear.

"You’re blushing," he murmured, just low enough for only me to hear.

"Shut up," I whispered back, refusing to look at him.

But Mattheo wanted me to look at him.

One of his hands slid to my waist, his grip just firm enough to make me inhale sharply. "What’s wrong, princess?" he teased, voice dripping with amusement. "You seemed so confident a second ago."

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. "You seem awfully smug for someone who’s supposed to be suffering through this."

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, believe me, I’m suffering, sweetheart," he murmured, voice dark, dangerous. His fingers flexed against my waist. "Just not in the way you think."

My breath hitched, and the tension in the room was suffocating. Across the room, I could feel Enzo’s eyes glinting, his smirk knowing.

"Alright, let’s keep going," Enzo said, spinning the bottle again. "Wouldn’t want Y/N to get too comfortable over there."

Laughter rippled through the group, but I barely heard it.

Mattheo’s fingers moved subtly, lazily dragging along the hem of my skirt, a featherlight touch that was maddening. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Stop that," I hissed.

Mattheo’s lips twitched. "Stop what?"

I glared at him. "You know exactly what."

He hummed, his fingers tracing a little higher. "Oh, you mean this?" His thumb finding its way under the hem of my shirt, and I stiffened.

"Yes, that," I bit out.

His grin was slow, smug, devastating. "I don’t think I will."

Before I could snap at him, the bottle landed on Pansy.

"Truth or dare?" Theo asked, his smirk wide.

Pansy sighed, twirling a strand of her hair. "Dare, obviously."

Theo’s grin deepened. "I dare you to kiss the person in this room we’d least expect you to kiss."

Pansy blinked, scanning the room dramatically.

Then, in a move no one saw coming, she grabbed Draco by the collar and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

The room erupted in laughter as Draco sputtered, wiping his mouth. "What the fuck, Parkinson?"

Pansy smirked like she’d won something. "Relax, darling. It’s not my fault Theo’s a menace."

I might’ve laughed if not for the fact that Mattheo’s hand had slid dangerously far up my skin, his grip possessive.

I turned my head, narrowing my eyes. "Riddle."

He raised a brow, looking innocent. "Yes?"

My voice was sharp, but quiet. "Keep your hands to yourself."

Mattheo’s smirk turned sinful. "Oh, princess." His fingers ghosted up my ribs, slow and deliberate. "I think we both know that’s not what you really want."

Heat surged up my neck, furious and relentless. "I hate you," I whispered, but it sounded weak.

Mattheo leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "Liar."

The bottle spun again, landing on Mattheo.

"Truth or dare, Riddle?" Enzo asked, his grin wicked.

Mattheo didn’t hesitate. "Dare."

Enzo’s eyes gleamed. "I dare you to kiss Y/N."

Silence fell over the room like a guillotine.

I froze, pulse pounding in my ears.

Mattheo’s smirk widened, and I didn’t miss the dangerous flicker in his eyes.

"You don’t have to," Pansy said softly, watching me.

But I wasn’t about to let Mattheo think he had the upper hand.

I faced him fully, straddling him now, ignoring the way his hands found their way and tightened around my waist.

"Fine," I said, voice steady, daring. "Let’s get this over with."

Something dark flashed in Mattheo’s eyes before he leaned in. His nose brushed against mine, and I swallowed hard.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. Meaning it.

I should. I could.

But I didn’t.

And that was all the confirmation he needed.

His lips crashed onto mine. Sealing the fate I didn't want to admit was coming for me either way.

[jo-speaks]

Hi, Can I request a crybaby! reader x Quinn where the reader cries easily 😭 I love your writing btw! tysm 🌸

SWEET BLUES

overview: even the smallest gifts can get you overwhelmed with emotions.

warnings: none!

note: i absolutely love this request!! i did keep it short, but i hope you enjoy, sweet nonnie <3

You wouldn’t say you were sensitive, per se. But emotional? One hundred percent.

It didn’t matter if the situation made you extremely joyful, incredibly sad, or anything in between, but it truly felt as if you had no control over it as soon as the first tear slipped. It was like trying to build a dam to hold back all the water that fell from Niagara Falls. 

So when you first started dating Quinn, it was a shock to him, to say the least. 

Quinn knocked on your apartment door, waiting for you to grace him with the presence of not only yourself but the warmth of your apartment which heavily contrasted with the cool Vancouver air. 

You opened the door, a smile appearing on your face as you met eyes with your boyfriend of eight months. “Hey, you.” 

He chuckled at your greeting, “Hi, baby.”

Opening the entrance further, Quinn stepped into your place, immediately crowding your space to place a cold-lipped kiss on your warm ones. You relaxed in his hold, before being distracted by the sound of faint rustling. You pulled away, your eyes following the directions given by your ears. 

Looking down, you noticed Quinn was holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. He followed your gaze, lifting them to your hold. 

“I noticed the ones I got you last month were wilting, so I figured I’d restock them myself.” He admitted, causing a warm feeling to rush to your cheeks. 

You didn’t say anything, opting to pull him in with your arms slung tightly around his broad shoulders. He leaned down to hold you close, wrapping his arms around your waist, trying not to make you uncomfortable with the wrapping of his gift. 

“Thank you.” You sniffled, your voice barely audible as your mouth was muffled against his shirt. 

Quinn pulled away from you, feeling a damp patch on his shoulder. He immediately found your eyes the guilty culprit, redness replacing the usual white of your pupil with tears falling from them like a stream.

“Are you okay? Why are you crying?” He asked, panic setting in. 

You nodded, smiling at him. “It’s just a really sweet gesture. I really appreciate it, Q.” 

He laughed at your reaction, not understanding how flowers made you cry this badly, but regardless, he was glad you liked his gift enough to induce tears.

“C’mon. Let’s get these in some water and then watch a movie or something, hm?” He suggested, wanting to do more than just stand with you as you cried. 

You choked out a reply, taking the bouquet from his hand and walking into the kitchen to replace the dying flowers from their home. You set them aside, wanting to use the dried petals for cute memorabilia you’d most likely end up keeping for yourself or gifting to Quinn.

Quinn took the vase, pouring out the polluted liquid and replacing it with fresh water from the tap. He brought it back over, wrapping his arms around your waist as you cut the tips of the stems of the flowers before placing them into the refreshed dish.

“Looks great,” Quinn mumbled, placing an innocent kiss on your neck. 

When you didn’t answer, Quinn quirked an eyebrow before leaning over your shoulder to notice even more tears slipping from your eyes. 

This time, he couldn’t help but let out a full-throated laugh. Not at you, but at your reaction. 

“Baby! What is it now?” He asked, trying to contain himself. 

You shared a wet laugh with him, “It’s just- I don’t know!”

The two of you laughed together, tears yet to halt their release. Quinn held you close, his warm, gasping breaths tickling your neck as he tried to stop himself. 

Eventually, you both calmed down. Quinn turned you around to face him, placing a loving kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and ending on your lips, his kiss lingering as he tasted the saltiness that had dripped onto your mouth. 

“You’re such a crybaby.” He teased, his tone endearing. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Whatever.”

He chuckled, “Might have to start carrying tissues with me if this is how you’re gonna react whenever I get you a gift.”

“Honestly, that might be a good idea.”

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Helloo how are you? Can you write Jacaerys Velaryon and the female Snow reader? The reader may be Cregan's (older or not) sister. Thank you in advance 🌸

I started this one when the first images of Jacaerys from season 2 came out... I apologize for taking so long, but it's 3.5k words, so it should make up for the wait

Warnings: nudity (skinny dipping), implied cheating

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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The visit of a prince in the North was unusual, but necessary. The new-crowned Queen needed to know if the Lord of Winterfell — Cregan Stark — was supporting her claim. So, she sent her eldest son, Jacaerys, as messenger. 

Without surprise, the northmen were a little shaken when they saw the prince arriving on Vermax. Most of them had never seen a dragon. Some were afraid, others intrigued by the ‘large beast’, as they called it. The name made Jacaerys laugh. Vermax was nothing to be scared of in size, there were much bigger dragons. 

Ones they should be scared of.

The day of his arrival, Cregan kindly showed the prince around Winterfell — the courtyards, the horses. However, the visit ended rather quickly as he noticed Jacaerys was getting cold walking around in his riding clothes. The leather was thick enough to keep him warm through the winds when on dragonback, but not for the dry cold and snow. 

‘’Let’s continue the visit in the morrow,’’ Cregan suggested. ‘’We have a chamber prepared for you. I imagine you would like to retire and warm up before we gather for dinner. I hope you like boar. My men and I hunted this one only days ago. It’s not everyday a prince graces us with his presence!’’

Jacaerys nodded appreciatively, trying to suppress his shivers. ‘’Thank you, Lord Stark. I will let the Queen know of your warm welcome when I return.’’ 

Cregan chuckled. ‘’Speaking of warmth. I’ll have someone bring you warmer clothes — a cloak and gloves — to your chamber so you won’t lose a finger or two during your stay.’’ 

‘’That’s very kind of you,’’ the prince replied, smiling at Cregan’s humor. His breath formed small clouds in the cold air as he spoke. 

The Nortman walked him to his chamber, then left Jacaerys to himself. Looking around the room, he noticed how small and dark it was compared to the ones at the Red Keep or on Dragonstone. There was a large hearth already ablaze with a roaring fire, and the bed was draped in thick furs, promising a warm night’s rest. 

Before he could sit by the fire to catch some warmth, there was a knock at the door. 

It must be the clothes Cregan offered for him. 

‘’Come in!’’ 

The door creaked open, and you stepped in, the heavy wooden frame groaning in protest. The warmth of the fire hit you as you entered the chamber, holding a dark cloak lined with a fur collar. ‘’Prince Jacaerys,’’ you greeted, dipping your head respectfully. ‘’Here are the clothes my brother promised you.’’ 

Jacaerys turned, surprise flickering across his face. Brother? He didn’t know Lord Cregan had a sister.

He thanked you and took the clothes from you, your fingers brushing slightly, then set them down on the bed behind him. He’ll look at them later. 

‘’How do you like Winterfell so far?’’ you asked, trying to make conversation, and mask the sudden flush on your cheeks. You couldn’t deny, the prince was handsome. He also didn’t look much like a Targaryen with his dark curls and eyes, but you didn’t comment on that. 

‘’I have never seen snow before,’’ he admitted, glancing towards the frost-covered window. 

You chuckled softly, his answer common from someone from the south. ‘’It must be cold up there for a boy of the south.’’ 

Jacaerys nodded, rubbing his hands together. ‘’Dragons don’t like the cold.’’ 

‘’I heard my brother has planned a visit to the Wall. I suggest you double up on the layers and wear knit under your clothes,’’ you advised.

The fire crackled in the hearth, echoing in the small room, slowly warming up Jacaerys. He forced a smile, honestly not looking forward to this trip to the wall. To an even colder climate. ‘’I appreciate the advice. I'll make sure to stay warm.’’

‘’Don’t be afraid to ask for more. We wouldn’t like to be held responsible for a prince’s frostbites.’’

*

During dinner, politics were not discussed. Instead, Cregan bragged about the boar you were eating, which he himself hunted a couple of days ago. 

‘’Have you ever been hunting, Prince Jacaerys?’’ 

Jacaerys shook his head. He heard of the royal hunt, but never participated himself. He found it barbarous. ‘’I have not, Lord Stark,’’ he replied, his voice steady but polite. 

He didn’t want to sound privileged, but all meat was bought and brought to Dragonstone. There was no need to learn how to hunt when you were born in royalty. 

Cregan raised an eyebrow. ‘’All men should know how to hunt!’’ he stated firmly, slapping the table for emphasis. ‘’My father took me on my first boar hunt at fourteen. There's something primal about the hunt. The chase, the kill...it's in our blood. It’s part of becoming a man.’’

Jacaerys paused, taking a sip of his wine. ‘’We don’t hunt in the south, but my father taught me how to wield a sword.’’

*

On his first night, sleep turned out to be difficult to find. Jacaerys tossed and turned under the soft fur blankets, the crackling fire nearby providing warmth but no comfort. Frustrated, he slipped out of his bed, deciding that a walk might help clear his restless mind.

As he wandered through the quiet corridors of the castle, the cool night air coming through the windows brushing against his skin, he noticed someone else up and about, leaning against the banister. Jacaerys assumed it was a woman working for the Starks — a maid, perhaps —, but as he got closer, he recognized you. 

‘’Couldn't sleep either?’’ Jacaerys asked, his voice cutting through the silence of the night.

You jumped, pulling your cloak tighter around you. ‘’Prince Jacaerys.’’ Your heart was beating fast in your chest, startled by the prince. No one was ever up at this hour of the night. 

‘’I apologize, Miss Stark. I did not mean to scare you.’’ 

‘’All is well,’’ you assured, offering a small smile. ‘’Is the bed not comfortable enough for a prince?’’

Jacaerys shook his head. ‘’Nothing wrong with the bed, sleep just won't come,’’ he said, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘’You have not answered my question?’’ 

You exhaled a deep breath and sat on the bench overlooking the courtyard. ‘’Too much on my mind.’’

Jacaerys joined you on the bench, the cool night air brushing against your faces as you asked him about Vermax. You had seen him flying over the hills a few minutes ago, but had since gone to sleep somewhere close to the castle. Your curiosity surprised Jacaerys, but he was happy to tell you all about Vermax. How he hatched, how they bonded, and even his first ever ride. 

‘’Just because my parents are dragon riders doesn’t mean I wasn’t terrified on my first flight. Trust is important when riding a dragon. There are possibilities of falling off and dying. But I trusted Vermax,’’ Jacaerys explained.

You could sense the bond between him and Vermax was more than just rider and dragon. It was a deep, unspoken connection.

‘’How does it feel like?’’ 

Jacaerys' face brightened. ‘’Nothing compares to the feeling of riding a dragon. The sky is the best place in the world. It's a thrill and freeing at the same time. I could take you on a ride before I return to Dragonstone,’’ he suggested, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘’If you desire.’’

‘’I’ll hold you to that.’’ 

*

In the morning, Cregan Stark took Jacaerys on a full tour of Winterfell, showing him every corner of his ancestral home. They started with the horse stables, where the horses nickered softly in their stalls, then moved to the godswood, the ancient heart tree standing solemn and silent. They explored the crypt, with its long lines of statues of the Stark ancestors, before finally arriving in the courtyard.

As they walked into the courtyard, Jacaerys saw you sparring with one of the trainers of the castle guard. He paused, taken aback by the fluidity and force of your movements. He had never seen a woman wield a sword with such skill and confidence. Your strikes were precise, each motion flowing seamlessly into the next, and the determination in your eyes was unmistakable.

‘’My sister was born holding a sword,’’ Cregan said with amusement, following Jacaerys’ line of sight. ‘’She is more skilled than some of our knights in training.’’ 

A smile curled on the prince’s lips, watching you with amazement. His uncle Aemond would eat dirt if he were to duel with you in a tourney.

Cregan snapped Jacaerys from his staring. ‘’Ready for some training?’’ he asked, a playful challenge in his eyes as he took out his sword from his belt. ‘’Let’s see if Leanor Velaryon taught you well.’’ 

When he said his father taught him to wield a sword, Jacaerys meant Harwin Strong, not Leanor. But correcting Cregan would feed the bastard rumors about him and his brothers, so he kept his mouth shut. 

*

The following day was the dreaded visit to the Wall. Although the place sounded fascinating, Jacaerys was not looking forward to colder weather. He doubled on the layers as you advised him, and got on horseback with Cregan and a small group of men. They should be back in three days. 

As always, Winterfell would be in your charge during Cregan’s absence. 

‘’Is Vermax going to the Wall?’’ you asked, noticing Jacaerys struggling to secure his bag to the saddle.

‘’Yes. He will follow us. I could never leave Vermax behind. He goes wherever I go,’’ Jacaerys said, watching your smaller fingers deftly tie a knot to secure everything. ‘’Thank you for the help, Miss Stark.’’ His eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer than necessary.

‘’Your welcome, Prince Jacaerys.’’ 

Everyone got on their horses, ready to leave. 

As Cregan ordered the gates to be opened, Jacaerys looked down at you, his breath visible in the chilly air. ‘’I hope it is not as cold as you made it sound.’’

‘’Have a safe travel,’’ you wished, your eyes meeting his. "And never take your gloves off outside. You’ll lose a finger."

Jacaerys chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eye. "I'll try to remember," he said, before nudging his horse forward, leaving you with a lingering smile as they rode off.

*

Although you enjoyed being in charge of Winterfell, you counted the days until the men would return from the Wall. It had been difficult admitting it to yourself, but you had fallen for the prince’s charm and were impatient to see a green and red dragon in the sky.

He had promised to take you on a ride before leaving the North, and you will be holding him up to that when he returns from the wall. You had seen him talk to a few of the women around Winterfell, but Jacaerys hadn’t offered anyone else a dragon ride. Only you. It made you feel a little special.

Every time you passed the banister where you had spoken that night, you could almost hear his laughter and feel the warmth of his presence. The anticipation of seeing him again was a constant flutter in your chest.

You wondered if he thought of you while he was away.

Your question was answered when he seeked for you after lunch. You had been getting ready to train in the courtyard when you heard a knock on your door. Jacaerys had a nervous smile on his face, silently praying you would still be on board with that dragon ride. 

‘’How was Castle Black?’’ 

‘’Nothing like I expected. The Wall is very impressive. I have never seen anything this tall before.’’ 

‘’It was built by Brandon the Builder of House Stark about 800 years ago, with assistance from Giants,’’ you said, proud of your family history. ‘’But Cregan has probably already told you all about the Wall…’’ 

He had, but Jacaerys didn’t mind hearing it all again from you. 

Dragons were impressive when you were standing next to them. Very impressive. 

You stayed behind as Jacaerys approached Vermax, speaking to him in High Valyrian as it was the language used to train and command dragons. A small bubble of fear rose within you, knowing dragons only allowed their riders to get close. Would Vermax try to kill you if you got too near?

‘’Come,’’ Jacaerys encouraged, extending his hand to you. ‘’He won’t hurt you.’’ He was standing by Vermax’s face, introducing him to you. ‘’He’s been eating less since we arrived. It’s his way of saying he is unhappy. I don’t know if you have noticed, but Vermax doesn’t like the North. Dragons can tolerate the cold, but they prefer warm temperatures.’’

Jacaerys’s hand rested over yours as you gently touched Vermax's scaly skin. ‘’I apologize for our cold weather, Vermax,’’ you said, your voice soft as you addressed the dragon. 

Vermax’s eyes, large and intense, regarded you with a curious intelligence. You felt a shiver run down your spine, but not from the cold. Jacaerys’s reassuring presence gave you the courage to stand your ground. You trusted that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. 

‘’He’s magnificent,’’ you whispered, marveling at the dragon's sheer size and power.

With a confident gesture, Jacaerys climbed onto Vermax’s back, then extended his hand to help you up. You settled in behind him, and he placed your hands securely around his middle. 

‘’Hold on tight,’’ he said, his own hands gripping the handles of the saddle as Vermax spread his massive wings. 

With a powerful leap, the dragon launched into the sky, the ground rapidly falling away beneath you. The cold wind whipped past, making you cling onto the prince. 

As Vermax soared higher, the place you always called home transformed into a breathtaking panorama of gray stones, snow-covered vales and distant mountains. The exhilaration of flight was overwhelming, filling you with a sense of freedom unlike anything you had ever experienced.

Jacaerys grinned and leaned forward, making Vermax dive as you approached a forest and hover over the trees. His feet brushed the tip of the trees, shaking off the snow covering them, before going up again with a powerful flap of his wings. 

You gasped and held onto Jacaerys tighter, the mix of fear and excitement making your heart race. ‘’Are you trying to make my heart burst?’’ you shouted, laughing despite the rush of adrenaline.

Jacaerys laughed, his voice carried away by the wind. ‘’I’m only giving you a true experience.’’

Vermax continued to glide through the sky, and you savored every moment — the rush of the wind, the closeness of Jacaerys, and the incredible feeling of soaring above the world.

An idea sparked in your mind as the scenery below began to look familiar. ‘’How do we land?’’ you asked. 

‘’Ilagon,’’ Jacaerys commanded, and Vermax dived down again. 

You climbed down from the dragon, your feet sinking into the marshmallow-like softness of the virgin snow. ‘’Follow me,’’ you said, glancing back at Jacaerys.

He was right on your heels as you led him to a cave. He was confused about what you were doing inside a cave, but let you lead the path. You’ve grown in the North, you must know where you were going. Right? 

‘’Where are we going?’’ 

‘’You said dragons don't like the cold.’’ 

The further you ventured inside the cave, the more you began to feel a gentle warmth emanating from deeper within. 

‘’So I’m keeping my prince warm,’’ you teased with a smile. You took another turn and then came to a halt. ‘’After your visit to the Wall, I figured you’d like to warm up.’’ You stepped aside, revealing a hidden hot spring, steam rising invitingly from the water.

Jacaerys's eyes widened in surprise and delight. ‘’This is incredible,’’ he said, his voice filled with awe. ‘’How did you know about this place?’’

‘’I got lost a few years ago during a hunt. The snow had turned into a blizzard and I could not find my way back to the campment. I was missing for hours. My father found me and took me here until the blizzard calmed down. My little hands and feet were almost frozen.’’ 

‘’You should not have left campment.’’ 

‘’I was a rebellious child.’’  

Jacaerys shook his head with a smile. 

Without hesitation, you began to undress, unbuckling your cloak and peeling off your gloves. You pulled at the laces of your boots, freeing your feet from their confine, and moved to the front of your dress, loosening the laces until it slipped from your shoulders. That hot water was going to feel amazing on your cold skin. 

‘’You need to undress before getting in the water, you know?’’ you teased, your eyes flickering to Jacaerys and seeing him still dressed.  

His cheeks flushed slightly. ‘’Yeah, I… I’ll…’’  

Slowly, he began to undress, his movements a bit tentative. His cloak fell to the ground along with his riding jacket and undershirt. You couldn't help but find his shyness endearing. 

You continued with your dress and socks, until you stood bare in the soft glow of the cave. As you waited for Jacaerys to finish undressing, you found yourself peaking at his smooth and slightly defined chest. You wanted to feel it pressed against you.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you stepped into the hot spring, the water swirling around from your movement. The spring was deeper than you expected, and soon the warm water was enveloping your breasts and shoulders. The heat was intense at first, almost too hot, but it felt incredible compared to the biting cold of the North. You were used to the cold, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t cold. 

You let out a sigh of relief. The steaming water was blissful after being hit in the face by the cold air during the ride. 

You glanced back at Jacaerys, who was finishing undressing, his bouncy curls moving around as he pulled off his socks. His back was to you, giving you a perfect view of his behind. You sank deeper into the water, trying to drown the inappropriate thoughts filling your mind.

‘’Careful, it’s hot,’’ you warned as Jacaerys was about to step in, standing naked at the edge of the spring, the steam rising around him. 

He dismissed your warning and stepped in without a sound. ‘’I have Targaryen blood. We tolerate the heat better than others,’’ Jacaerys said, sinking down until the water covered up to his neck. ‘’This feels amazing. I wish I could come and swim here everyday.’’ He basked in the warm water, closing his eyes as he floated. 

A soft smile grazed your lips. 

The moment of calm was disrupted as Jacaerys swam closer to you, a boyish grin on his face before he splashed water at you. You gasped in shock, and splashed him back, laughing with child-like joy. Ultimately, Jacaerys was the one to give in, raising his arms up to surrender. Your laughter fades away with the wind, leaving you both in a comfortable silence. A silence that didn’t need to be filled, nor did you want it to be. 

The two of you meet in the middle, a flutter of excitement filling your stomach. You felt his leg brush your tibia, the proximity making you acutely aware of your nakedness. The thought of sinking deeper into the water crossed your mind, but the clarity of the spring left little to the imagination. Your supple breasts and hard nipples were visible beneath the surface

‘’Prince Jacaerys?’’ you spoke softly, your voice almost a whisper.

‘’Jace,’’ he corrected gently. ‘’You can call me Jace.’’ He reached out and tucked your wet hair behind your ear with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine.

You leaned into his touch, a small smile playing on your lips as you nodded. ‘’Jace?’’ 

His gaze dropped to your lips, battling his inner dilemma of kissing you or not. The chemistry between you was undeniable, a magnetic pull that neither of you could resist. Though he was a prince, the heir to the Iron Throne, he was still a boy first, and in this moment, all titles and duties seemed to melt away.

You opened your mouth to speak again, but Jacaerys leaned in, closing the distance, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. You had fantasized about sharing this kiss on more than one occasion while he was away at the Wall. Now, his lips were moving over yours — for real — and your dreams had not done justice to the reality of him. 

The heat of the spring seemed to intensify, wrapping around you as the kiss deepened, a mix of tenderness and passion. His hands caressed every spot of your body he could reach on you, your breasts pressing against his chest as you locked your arms around his neck and shoulders and wrapped your thighs around his waist. 

You pulled back to catch your breaths, and looked at him, admiring him. His hair was slowly getting its curl pattern back, a smile looking back at you. 

Jacaerys doubted that by ‘finding shared interests’ his mother meant falling for Lord Stark’s sister.

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[reallyromealone]

Title: mate oh my mate chapter 2

Fandom: vampries knight

Characters: vampire knight cast

Fic type: fluff, angst

Pairings: Kaname. x reader, yuuki x Kaname one sided

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, Omega male reader, yuuki is angry, one sided love, reader has powers, reader can see the future and is an empath

Notes: thank you all for the support it genuinely means the world to me

Summary: things quickly spiral and Yuuki has enough and cross realizes that (name) knows more than he lets on

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Yuuki couldn't stop staring at him.

The other Omega.

(Name) Walked with a grace she couldn't even begin to emulate and a poise that made her look like a wild animal and all that made her despise the vampire prince. (Name) Barely acknowledged her, not to be rude but their paths didn't cross very often and when they did he was so fucking kind to her!

"Just because he's an Omega, suddenly he's more important than anyone else!" Yuuki ranted to Sayori who listened patiently, knowing the brunettes love/obsession for Kaname and the sudden competition was driving the poor girl into a spiral. Sayori didn't have the heart to tell her that Yuuki was never even in the race, seeing how Kaname looked at (name) the few times that she saw them... That was a love that could never be faked. "I-I just have to show him that I'm good enough! That I can be a capable wife!"

Sayori didn't say anything but let her continue until the morning bells rang, halting the girls ranting.

(Name) Politely chatted with Aido, not sitting to close to the Alpha and primarily letting the Alpha chat away while Kaname spoke with the teacher,(name) liked Aido as the blond treated him like a genuine friend which was something (name) didn't have much of due to his status. "Thankfully the day students are less crazy in the mornings since they're tired and have to be in class!" Aido cheered and (name) nodded, finding the evening switch to be quite intense and the Omega frankly didn't know what to do with so many people fawning over him.

"(Name)" Kaname called out to his mate, (name) politely saying his goodbyes to Aido before promptly walking to Kaname with an obedience that made the Alpha let out a soft rumble, happy (name) was being good for him; mostly due to the fact (name) wasn't Hungry.

"Are you ready to leave?" Kaname) asked in a whisper, kissing his mates temple and (name) closed his eyes before nodding, exhaustion hitting him in slow moving waves.

The night class never spoke about the fact Kaname and (name) shared a bed, it kept (name)s instincts at bay and calmed him considerably... None of them wanted to deal with him when he was even slightly feral.

"Then let's get to bed ,yes?"

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"So why is (name) treated the way he is?" Zero asked his adoptive father who sighed "Zero, do you know what a feral Omega is like?" He asked the young alpha calmly, the white haired teen thought for a moment before answering "they're strong, they run in instincts and they could take down an alpha if their instincts were on high Enough alert"

"Good you pay attention in class, now take all that and put that into a vampire who struggles with reality because they're a seer and the only person who can keep them calm is a busy alpha vampire trying to keep his sibling from putting the seer Omega into a spiral" cross was rarely this serious, staring at the other calmly and Yagari blew smoke from his cigarette "(name) is incredibly dangerous but he is incredibly vital, him being here and monitored by not just the night class will keep him and everyone safe"

Zero thought about his mentor and adoptive father's words "but why keep him alive if he's so dangerous?"

"(Name) Can see the future and can predict danger with terrifying accuracy, keeping him on our side is detrimental especially as the vampire royalty has made a treaty with the hunters!" cross smiled at the teen, wanting to calm him down a bit "so, as long as he's with Kaname or calm we shouldn't have problems"

"He must be a monster" zero spat, frustrated at the Omega being treated with such a level of superiority and cross sighed before looking out the window to see (name) walking with the night class "the thing is... Hes innocent, hes... He's just terrified and why wouldn't he? Would you not be terrified if you knew what everyones intentions were towards you? To detect ones emotions and know just how powerful one could be?"

"He lives in a nightmare in his own mind and we can merely bare witness to the events"

-

He could feet the rage, the resentment and the pure acidity of jealously radiate off his sister in law, the two locking eyes and flashes of her intentions and outcomes in the future flickering in this head before it locked onto Kaname protecting him from a rod.

He felt pity for her, he knew how vampiric traditions worked and he knew typically if it was possible, she would be with Kaname but (name) outranked her due to his omegan status...

He couldn't help but feel pity for her, breaking eye contact to continue walking to the night dorms while Kaname walked a bit behind, eyeing his sister with caution and trying to figure out what her next steps were.

Yuuki glared at (name), hands shaking and she hated that she couldn't smell his pharamones due to being a beta, (name) on the other hand smelling the anger radiating off her and scrunched his nose at the smell though to Yuuki it was seen as him looking at her with disgust.

And that's all she needed, pulling out her weapon to strike him down.

She ran full speed at (name) and jumped to strike him, (name) quickly turning and stepping away and letting Kaname step before him and block her attack. Yuuki was stunned at her brother, anger flooding her body and tears filled her eyes.

"That is enough!" Kanames voice bellowed through the courtyard, causing Yuuki to shrink back at the sound and (name) to fidget, a soft whine escaping his lips. "Yuuki, you were raised better than this" his voice firm and the girl glared at her brother teary eyed "you are old enough to keep your emotions in check, these childish tantrums are unbecoming and frankling pathetic, get your act together because no one cares to entertain these delusions!" Kaname would not tolerate his sister's blatant attack and if it weren't for the dwindling numbers of pure bloods, he would have struck her down where she stood.

He loved his sister deeply but this had to end.

"Whats going on?" Cross spoke hurriedly while Yagari and Zero followed behind, trying to assess the situation "Yuuki attacked (name), well attempted!" Aido called out and Ichigo checked in on said Omega who was mumbling things with his eyes closed much to the concern of everyone but Yuuki who was confused and a bit unsettled by the Omega "Kaname, take (name) back to the dorms will you?" Cross had to have a conversation with the youngest kuran-cross.

-

Kaname held (name) close, walking him briskly to the dorms while (name) whispered things that only Kaname could hear "her hearts made of fire and Brimstone.... Her impatience will cause her to fall from the tree..." (Name)s words barely made sense but Kaname put it together enough to know a problem when he seen one. "Let's rest now, love" he ushered him up to their room where (name) looked at kanames hand and the burn mark from the weapon "her fire burned you, my love" (name)s voice grew colder, the polite tone in his voice vanishing and at that moment Yuuki Kuran was an enemy to (name).

Kaname knew it was only a matter of time before (name)s instincts caused him to lash out, he would need to satisfy the omegas base instincts to settle him before (name) caused problems for the Alpha.

Oh the double edged sword of having a hopelessly in love mate...

"None of this..." Kaname scolded (name) lovingly and pulled him into a kiss, trying to distract him from the rage that was filling the others being "behave for your alpha" (name) enjoyed the kisses, his rage subsided to soak in the attention the other was giving him "but--"

"Shh" Kaname bit his own lip, blood staining the alphas bottom lip and immediately captivating (name) who wanted a taste.

And falling for Kanames tricks like an obedient dog.

But Kaname knew (name) wouldn't forget such insolence from Yuuki, he knew the Omega had cards up his sleeves that he had yet to share with his alpha, did he know of the attack? It would explain the step back...

He would have to gently interrogate (name) once the other calmed down, knowing if he didn't get this in check that Kaname would be an only child.

-

Cross remembered when he first met (name), the tragedy of someone so sweet slowly go mad due to the powers gifted to them from generations before, it was slight things that he noticed with (name), the mood swings and jumping from fully lucid and passive to existing in almost a dreamlike existence.

And now Yuuki made an enemy of (name), an Omega who was trying to find the fox in his henhouse but not knowing he was his own fox.

For Yuukis own safety, he had to put her under house arrest, he knew this was just teen jealously and she would realize what she did but till then, (name) was to be kept far away from her.

"She's furious but she's safe" Yagari said softly, having locked her in her old bedroom "I can't believe she would do something so rash and--"" she's a scorned lover even if that loves one sided" Yagari calmed the man "only (name) would have seen it"

Which was something that made them pause.

"(Name) Would have seen this, why didn't he say anything?"

But they subconsciously knew why.

(Name) Wanted a fight.

[heaven444child]

What will be the first impression of your future spouse on you❤️

Pick a pile

Pick one picture🌌 AND Read these readings mindfully 👻and if you want a personal reading then DM me✨🍀

Pile1 🤵🤵‍♀️

Pile 1 The first impression of your future spouse on you will be such that when you see him for the first time, you will find him very handsome👀 and charming 💕and when you see that he is not answering anyone's question, you will feel that he is as grumpy as he is handsome 🫣and I heard someone’s say emotionless. It is possible that you will find him emotionless👻 and it is possible that both of you may meet at someone's wedding or party where both of you will notice each other🫶 but it is possible that when you look at him, he will be looking somewhere else and when he looks at you, you will be looking somewhere else and it is possible that you may be wearing a white and sky blue combination dress that day🎀 but I can see the particular saree and whenever your future spouse will be looking at you, he will be smiling at you ☺️and as soon as you start looking at him, he must turn his eyes somewhere else .🫣🥹 Awww….so sweet your ✨🍀 future spouse is really very cute ���� and his dress sense is also very good 👻

(I hope this pile resonates with you)

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Pile 2✨🍀

Pile 2 The first impression of your future spouse on you will be such that you will feel that he is missing 🧩something in his life and he is trying very hard to find that thing ♥️🥹 And you will find this person very disciplined and career oriented and financially stable and it is possible that when you meet this person, you will remember his words and you will not be able to forget them 🫣🫶 I am seeing angel numbers 66, 99 so it is possible that when you are about to meet your future spouse, you will see these angel numbers and this future spouse will be your soulmate 💜 And I also saw 96 mirroring numbers right now so it is possible that both of you mirror each other 👀 Just like you will remember one thing he said 🤪 Similarly, he will also remember every thing you said 👻 And for some people, it is possible that this person is your twin 🌸 And I heard that this is a destined connection 🫶 which your angels and God himself have chosen for you♥️🌼 And I loved this pile very much 😍✨

( I hope this pile resonates with you )

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Pile3🎀💫

Pile 3 The first impression of your future spouse on you will be that he is very hardworking and very passionate ☄️ and you will find him just like a model 🤵 and you can meet him like this when you have travelled to another country 🌉 and it is possible that this is the place where you dream of going 💫 and you will feel that his skin and his body are absolutely perfect 🎀 just like a model and it is possible that your future spouse wants to make a career in modelling or it could be you 🤵‍♀️ and whenever you will see your future spouse for the first time, he will look different even in the crowd because he will shine in a different way even in the crowd 🫣His face will have a different grace or glow ✨❤️ and you will also feel that this person is very passionate about his career and it is possible that this person has a pet dog Or it could be a cat or you may have a pet🐶🐱 And I saw angel number 101010 then it is possible that when your future spouse will come in your life then there will be double blessings and double happiness in your life, whether it is emotional happiness or financial happiness🌸🍀 And it is possible that you may see angel number 1010 or 88, these dates may be important for you👀👻

Stay blessed ✨🍀 And thankyou for your support 🫶❤️

(I hope this pile resonates with you)

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[astrologylunadream]

Who am I destined to love?💌☁️🔗 [Soulmate reading] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream🤗 We will be doing a reading on your destined lover!💗 hope you find your message🌸💫

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the love you long for, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~🌸🌟

Pile 1🦊

Pile 2🦢

Pile 3🛋

Pile 4🎹

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 💌

Pile 1🦊

Sign energy: Forgiveness, Anger, True feelings, Fame, Singer, 3rd house, Cancer, Moon, North node, Gemini, 🪐🧩🌃🛎

☁️Your energy: You guys have a fiery energy about you, very kind and fun loving. You are very emotional and tend to have outbursts if your emotional state is not safe or well taken care of. You could love singing and I'm getting a more specific message that someone in this pile has a famous parent/mom, a singer mom if there are any of you in my pile 1😆 You get frustrated easily but those feelings come from your true heart, and you express yourself openly and genuinely. I feel like this pile doesn't back down when angry💢 You could be a night owl, prefer the night time. I feel like you're more in touch with your emotions at night, like cinderella I'm hearing "when the clock strikes twelve" and suddenly you are your true self at night, your openly emotional real self.♡ You may feel inclined to become famous or a public speaker, sharing your thoughts and ideas with those who need it the most.

💘Who you're destined to love: Fox, Neck, Taurus, Gemini, Fix, Leo, South node, Air, Aries, Water, 🎡🦀🍭🚀 A very fun and gorgeous person awaits my pile 1, if you were drawn to the fox here it came out again so this is your confirmation this is definitely the pile!! This could be someone from your past, you will feel a sense of familiarity with this person. They have a more so direct approach to communication and think fast. Very witty, intelligent and a natural problem solver. Taurus, Gemini, Leo, or Aries placements, they may have Sun conjunct Venus or Mercury I feel. They have a very attractive neck, especially with the Taurus energy. As for the purpose of this destiny, I'm seeing as someone you are destined to fix, almost help in a way, your love is meant to heal this person on an emotional level. They will be so glad they met you, like you were fated to help them. It's giving heaven sent angel vibes <3 They will see you as an answer to their prayers, and things will only look up from there.😊 This destiny is an emotional journey for you both, connecting through mutual understanding and comforting one another is the true reason for this connection. It will heal and nurture your hearts greatly.♡ It will be a fun, pleasant and in some ways childlike relationship made of pure love and trust.

💌Messages from them: I'll never forget you, I finally get it, Our love is a game, I know exactly how you like it, I see you, Extra cards: Daily, Follower, Angel, Green, Crazy, 8th house, Earth, Chiron, Water, Sun, (Guardian angel vibes🥺💫)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💌

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the fox emoji~🦊 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💞

Pile 2🦢

Sign energy: Cafe, Long term, Endurance, Stomach, Hair, North node, Aquarius, Gemini, ⛵😂🌉🤍

☁️Your energy: You guys have such a graceful vibe, I see so much pure cleansed energy with this pile. Elegant swan energy for you guys <3 Most of you in this pile are looking for long term commitment, so you may be hoping that the one you are destined to love is someone you will be with for a long time. Some of you work as a barista/job at a cafe☕💕 Your hair is gorgeous and people talk about it a lot.💇‍♀️ Aquarius and Gemini placements overall air signs but I'm getting such indirect Virgo energy from this pile omgggg any Virgo's in my lovely pile 2??😂 Btw this emoji!!😂😂😂 Do you use it alot?? Could be significant for any of this pile, you may laugh a lot and your laugh is very light and beautiful. I'm seeing a future of laughing and happiness with this pile I feel like that is also your destiny to just, laugh and have fun. Just loosen up a bit and enjoy the little things that make you happy, being grateful is meant for you my pile 2's <3 You have such an angelic presence about you, so admirable and full of kindness and beauty. You may want to meet your future but don't like the steps to get there, but I'm hearing only of you endure the journey of your hopes can you arrive at the destination of fulfilling them. Haha maybe that resonates with some of you, I feel like you may drink coffee or tea often. Cafes are your jam!

💘Who you're destined to love: Comfort, Love, Shame, Present, Blind, 12th house, Lilith, Eros, Neptune, Air, 🤣🤒😤🧲 Okaaay my pile 2's we have some interesting energy going on with this 👏person👏 You are definitely destined with this person romantically, I'm hearing fated connection. This is someone who is seemingly new or not experienced with love, they make mistakes and don't know what they're doing most of the time.🥺 They also have so many fantasies about it some that they are shameful of or embarrassed to meet, they have a some darker needs too in a romantic connection. Many of their turn on's in a partner are subconscious fears aswell. I get the vibe this person isn't the best at communiting their desires, it makes them feel vulnerable and out of place like a fish out of water. Pisces/12th house and air placements are possible. They are a dreamer, they have this "where am I? Who am I?" type of vibe😂😂 like they are just one with the energies, I feel like this person is very in tune with the spiritual side of life themselves. Your person is very attractive in a soft aesthetic way, ethereal and beyond physical charms that rope you in like a buoy in the crashing waves of the sea🌊 You are destined to love this person with all your heart, to cherish eachother on levels deeper many can experience. A soulmate connection is likely, and this is such a deep and contemporary romance as well as passionate. You will fulfill many desires with this person, because they take you to higher places you can't explain. I was also getting some "spicy"👀 messages coming out in this pile but since this is not an 🔞 reading I was like 👁👄👁 "not today-" LOL it will not complement the soft/dreamy vibe of this reading lol😂👌 So for my pile 2's that are interested, your person has some intense desire for you for sure maybe check out my dark pac readings for some messages in that😅😳 :'> Overall this is a very intuitive and romantic person, they are all giving and all consuming in this destined love with you.💗

💌Messages from them: I don't look at other people, I'm addicted to your love, You might get hurt, I have nothing to give, I'm not okay (🥺🥺💔) Extra cards: Alien, In, Fantasy, Shopping, Age, 12th house, 9th house, Sagittarius, Jupiter, 6th house (Destiny calls to heal this person and their fantasies, to either restrict or enhance their deepest desires.)

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💌

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the swan emoji~🦢 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💞

Pile 3🛋

Sign energy: Try, Activity, Library, Unicorn, Keep a secret, Chiron, Gemini, Vertex, Sun, 3rd house, 😫👿🕯⛓

☁️Your energy: Alright my pile 3's could be Gemini, Leo, Virgo or prominent 3rd house energy. I'm getting some heavy vibes with this some, something is telling me that many in this pile are new to tarot or giving it a try for the first time or for some could have quit for a while and come back for some answers. If you felt this way this definitely could be your pile. I am sensing some worried energy, my pile 3's are not telling anyone what they have been up to recently🤫🙊 You have been keeping this to yourself, and maybe even the idea of loving someone is something you are not ready to share just yet. You guys are very unique and smart, you have a talent for knowing things and speaking well. Sometimes you have a dark side that you don't want to show, and it is your deepest worries and thoughts that hold you down. You may read a lot, there could be many book lovers in this pile. I feel as if you are afraid of fate hence why you are trying to see the future you are uncertain of.😟 My pile 3's are very cautious people especially when it comes to life and fate. You are heavily drawn to the occult, but also fear those practices. You see fate and destiny as chains that weigh you down, and you wish to break free to finally reach the clouds above. You are an independent and spiritually wise thinker.

💘Who you're destined to love: Fight, First, Honey, Spring, Skin, 4th house, Cancer, Water, Moon, Capricorn, 🛎🤞☔🍑 Okay my lovely pile 3's I keep getting an anxious energy, this could be about love itself. I hope this may ease my pile 3's uncertainties of the future.😞💖 This person you are destined to love has a strong personality, one that somehow compliments yours. Okay but like when you guys first meet??😍 I'm getting some passionate and bold conflict turned into something really sweet💞 I feel like you argued with this person a lot when you first met, but then after you set aside your disagreements you realized how caring and loving they can be.😢 You may have gotten very defensive about yourself or things they told you, but you soon learned to listen to their words as they hold truth and only wish to help you. They may be born in spring. Cancer and Capricorn energy is strong for this pile's person, you are destined to meet them. This connection will show you to be less skeptical and afraid of conflict and disagreement, and to learn how to understand those who seem cold or not "good" on the surface. I'm feeling this person wasn't nice to you at first, only after you loosened up from the emotional shell you tried to protect yourself with. They finally started being nice to you without reason, or perhaps you didn't realize their kindness until then. This connection is meant to shift perspectives, and hold security in trusting others. This is such a powerful lesson within this fated love omggg😭💗 Some of you might marry this person!!💍

💌Messages from them: Are you attracted to me? Don't talk to me, You can't control me, I'll only distract you, I'll never forgive you (My pile 3 your person really cares about you and they tend to push you away and it seems like they're brushing you off but that's how they show their love for you by removing themselves from the situation to let you heal and take your time😭🤍) Extra cards: One of a kind, Feminine, Hold on, Style, Juno, Moon, Eros, 9th house, Scorpio, Taurus (Omgg they see you as a devine feminine to them, their other half. They want to marry you for real!!🥺)

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💌

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the sofa emoji~🛋 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💞

Pile 4🎹

Sign energy: Find, Desert, Quiet, Winter, Hands are tied, Eros, 7th house, Sagittarius, Pisces, Earth, 🖌🕯💘🥊

☁️Your energy: Ohh I'm loving the energy of pile 4 we have some prominent Jupiter placements here!! Could be a Libra, Sagittarius or Pisces somewhere in your charts <3 earth signs are possible. I'm definitely getting Sag/Pisces vibes from you guys😇 Creative dreamers searching for self expression and love~ some of you may be more on the quiet/shy side or more submissive in relationships. But outside of them you are a free spirit with a wild heart, you just love having fun and doing the things that make you happy. You want to find a soulmate, someone who is spiritually tied to you... who's heart is locked to yours eternally. You are looking for a person who will appreciate your creativity and spirituality, your soft and illusive dreamy self with a passion to explore life and everything you love. You may be an artist/painter or enjoy those activities, or physical sports like weight lifting or going to the gym. Could be interested in boxing. You are a fighter and a lover because you fight for love. May be born in winter, also I'm getting specific middle east vibes so some of you could be from there.💫💕

💘Who you're destined to love: Soulmates, Forgiveness, Backwards, 11th house, Date, Mars, Cancer, Venus, 1st house, Lilith, 🤕🍳🍂🏷 This is someone from your past, now I'm getting some past lover vibes. For some of you this is an ex, or someone you had an argument with. I'm sensing someone you will meet online, or have possibly already met before. I am seeing that in the beginning of this connection, you or them were too impulsive or quick to complain about the way things started off between you two. After some time I'm seeing the work of fate brings you back to this person, and you will be surprised how much they held on to this connection.😦 Like you will be shocked how much this person really cared (maybe you thought they would be angry/distant with you) but like this person will be on their knees for you omg.😖😳 This person is very emotional and honestly so deeply in love with this pile and they just want a second chance😞💕 They regret their past decisions and the way they treated you, and fate is calling you to accept and love them, this is after all who you are destined to love. There may have been a misunderstanding in the beginning or a first impression that affected your judgement of them, but there will be clarity with this person finally and my pile 4 you will see the truth about them. They are genuinely attached to my pile 4's and have just so much love and respect for you.🥺 You are destined to love and cherish them aswell, as it is very likely you will find this to be your soulmate.💗

💌Messages from them: To me, I feel so confused, It's all fake, Why would you want me? Our eyes have met (They are so scared of loosing you because they feel in their heart you guys are meant to be soulmates😫💞) Extra cards: Despair, Cuddle, Backwards, Previous, Love at first sight, 9th house, Libra, Water, 6th house, Neptune (They would be sad without you pile 4 they feel as if the work of fate brought you together😭😖💖)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💌

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Thanks for reading! \(*^w^)/💌 -Lunadream <3

[deathbxnny]

To say i had gasp when i saw Black Butler on your anime list was an understatement. This idea has been circulating on my mind for a while now, so can i request Undertaker, Grelle, and William T. Spears with a reader like Acrobatic Silky from Dandadan?

(For anyone reading this, please watch episode seven of the anime to not get spoiled)

Context:

(I’ll be writing this with the idea in mind of a female reader but you can make the reader gn by having them be afab)

Reader was a trained ballerina before she quits bc she got pregnant. She did everything for her daugther, even if it meant selling her body. But on the day of her daugther’s birthday, her pimps beats her up and took her daugther due to the reader taking some of the money that was supposed to be given to her pimps for her daugther. In the end, she got to a high place and danced herself to the edge to end herself in despair. Little did she know, she is now a reaper..

What if the said characters ive chosen were the ones to reap reader’s daugther’s soul and the said characters see the daugther’s memories of the reader and what happened on that fateful day, how would they react to what had happened to their lover?

Also also how would they react to the reader’s graceful fighthing style from her past experience as a ballerina?

I hope you’re doing well bxnny!

- Flower Anon 🌸

Bloody ballerina shoes. | William, Undertaker, Grell x Fem!Reader

Me actually posting something for once? Shocking, I know... also, I tried my best with the description you gave me, Flower Anon, so I hope you'll enjoy this!<3

Content: Heavy angst, mentions of past pregnancy, murder, death, hurt/comfort, vague and non-descriptive mentions of prostitution?, established romantic relationships

Reader is asked to be afab, but no pronouns are mentioned!

((Not proofread))

Song I listened to whilst writing:

》WILLIAM T. SPEARS

He never asked you about why you decided to perish that fateful day, and neither did you ever ask him. It was an unspoken rule between all death reapers, one that he naturally followed perfectly like always. But the curiosity at times nagged at him anyway, when he witnessed you in battle, so graceful and elegant on your feet, just like the ballerinas he had seen in passing whilst on the job.

William never overstepped further than that, however, knowing not to cross the border between trust and the past... that was until he met her. That girl, who looked so eerily similar to you. He was intelligent enough to quickly realise that this was more of a coincidence, as he watched her memories pour out of her frail body and envelope him in the familiarity of your kind image.

But the sight of you was haunting, painful even. Nothing like he knew you now. Your past was a shamefully tragic one, your best efforts to give your daughter a good life being for naught as you simply died an ironically stunning death.

When he returns to you, he sees says nothing about what he saw. But you knew that he knew from his warmer gaze, an understanding warmth in them that made you smile and shake your head. It was alright now. The past is past... only the future with him remains now.

》GRELL SUTCLIFF

When Grell is obsessed with someone, then she tends to want to know everything about them. And when they say everything, then it truly does mean everything.

So it comes to no one's surprise when she's very visibly curious over how you passed, although in a surprisingly more composed manner than usual. Even she knows her limits at times after all. If you are completely unwilling to speak about it, then she won't push you much further than that.

Yet her curiosity still remains as she tries to piece together the puzzle on her own in secret. Your beautiful movements on the battlefield remind her of a ballerina, something that leaves her as breathless as she remains clueless... but what did it all mean?

Nearly driven mad with this question, but unwilling to push you on it, her answer came in the form of your own dying daughter. As she draws those terrible memories out of her, your image strikes her in sudden surprise but also indescribable anger. Oh, how she'd hunt those monsters down to avenge you if she could! She's seething, she's angry, she's... saddened when your daughter takes her last breath.

Grell clinges onto you when she returns, crying into your shoulder pitifully as you comfort her with a sigh. You knew she must've found out somehow, yet she'll never talk about what she witnessed directly to you. She just hopes that her presence in your life will be enough for you to heal over time with her.

》THE UNDERTAKER

He somewhat already had an inkling about your past, although he never asks you directly about it. Your pasts are mostly mysteries to each other, and he finds that exciting... until it's not. There are moments in which he watches you with attentive green eyes, calmly contemplating what had led you to this very lovely moment you were spending together now.

You were elegant in your step, gentle in your movements, a certain flow to you that left people breathless in your presence, metaphorically and literally at times. He often wondered what cruel fate you had been subjected to before he met you, as some details about your past will forever be a mystery to him. Or so he thought.

He immideatly knew she was your daughter. You looked the same, he'd note with a spark of wonder in his eyes, as her memories rushed past him like a warm breeze on a summer evening. You looked so beautiful despite everything, the kindness in your soul reminding him of how lucky he was. And it saddened him that you'd never get to see your daughter again.

But the secrets of your past remained hidden, and he pretended like he didn't know a thing. It was peaceful that way, he figured, as he watched you beaming under the sun on a fine day out with him.

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

🌸Angel's GoodList🪽

Twisted W🪞nderland

🩷"Thy Destiny's Vanity..."🪽

Welcome to the Hall of Mirr🪞rs

Which mirror you'd like to enter?

Heartslabyul

Savannaclaw

Octavinelle

Scarabia

Pomefiore

Ignihyde

Diasomnia

Ramshackle

🩷🪽 Or would you hang out with the main cast outside at an event, dearest? 🩷🪽

Meeting up with TWST families

One event!!!

Multi Characters🌸🪽

Housewardens

🪽Heart of compassion, loyalty🪽 (-Kalim, +Jamil) continuation🪽

🪽Graceful figure to that of a doll, but he's willing to help you heal your broken parts🪽

🎀Vice-housewarden🎀

Nothing yet!

💘A beautiful, otherworldly prefect!?💘

Lethal Face-card???

Sing, MC.

♡He's My Man♡

Under Your Spell.

Unhealthy Obsessions

MY NAME IS BRUTUS.

Dark Red.

Creepy!Yuu and Victim!reader

Summary: this is to show that stalkers are not meant to be romanticize, it shows the reality of what could happen to a person being stalked, but nonetheless this was made by entertainment, so please, read at your own discretion.

Creepy!Yuu and Victim!reader concept

How the Twst Cast treats Yuu and you

Silver with Creepy!Yuu?

Question one

Question two

Question three

Question four <- another answer

Grim Question <- another Grim question <- Go, Grim!!!

Question six

Question seven

Scarabia's reaction to Y*u

Staff's reaction + Ramshackle's ghost's reaction to Y*u

Question eight

If reader overblots? <- 2nd answer <- 3rd answer <- 4th answer <- 5th answer

TWST family reaction?

Meme of creepy!Yuuniverse <- meme #2 <- meme #3 <- memes #4 <- meme #5 <- meme #6 <- meme #7

The relationship on Jamil with reader <- another answer

Tw: suici implications !!! Anyway, reaction of Jamil and Rook cuz my lazy ahh can't add anymore guys <- Tweels reaction <-

I think this counts as hcs for Yuu

Question nine

Twst Ocs w reader!!!

Question ten

Small comfort thought abt Jamil and Tweels

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

NRC vs RSA <- concept, continuation below:

[NATIONAL SHOWDOWN!]

[NATIONAL SHOWDOWN!] (Round 2😔)

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

💔They longed for you, but you waited for too long.💔

That warm touch he had never felt, that warm smile that had all the patience in the world, for him. He's sorry he made you wait. - [ft. Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto]

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

🎀Let's go together! 【Picking a club】🎀

Episodes: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and more!

Topic discuss:

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

Writing in progress for more...

Awaiting AU!s...

🪷 "In another universe, we could have been..." 🌸 TWST!AU

Bestie!Yuu

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

Angel!reader

Scarabia, Pomefiore, Heartslabyul, Diasomnia, Octavinelle, Savannaclaw, Ignihyde, + staffs, side casts

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

Disorder!reader [You have a disorder, how will they treat you? <-Request me if I'm open!]

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

Asian!reader

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

Morute!reader

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

Dreaming Mary!reader

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

Weapon!reader

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

What if... the first years, second years, and third years all were in a horror game? (Ft. Yuu, Grim and reader)

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

Little nightmares!Yuu and Little nightmares!reader

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

God/dess!reader

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

What if reader had a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner and came to Twst?

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

What if... reader's emotions are based on the flowers that bloom around them [or on them]

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

Universal Love!reader (AKA. Reader is the Universe's favorite mortal and decides to just bend the law for their every whimsy)

2 Universal Love!reader

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

What if... Star Child!reader?

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

Mother of Magical girls!reader (Summerize: You are called "little mother" from every magical girl/boy/OC of your choosing, because 1. You maybe shorter than them or 2. You are younger than them but still hold a special power over them (aka, your OP)).

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

What if...? Persona Diary!reader [Summerize: Idk your a walking personified version of my Diary that I've forgotten long ago, ig. Like, your entire ass story is based off my Diary filled with my trauma or whatever I've experienced is called.]

🪷🪷🪷🪷———🪷🪷🪷🪷

"Do I wish to be pretty? Honestly, yes. But in a way where I'm still myself, and they stare at me with no judgment in their eyes.."

*•☆•°`|——|`°•☆●*

Aesthetics~`♡`

*•☆•°`|——|`°•☆●*

☆♡As Miss Beelzebub likes it♡☆

《\~`•*°Magical Girls*•`~°▪︎》

♡<CH0B1T>♡

🎀(^ ＾ω＾) –> Hello Kitty <- ( ´・∀・｀)🌸

¡¡¡Junji Ito!!!

☆Random Dumps☆

Offaeciant's wedding

Shuri Sugarcoat Truffle

[kurishiri]

Jude chapter 2 silly but kinda detailed summary

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ any pretty translation you may see in here may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. this is a sort of summary as well. if you enjoy, though, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

for some ungodly reason jude and ellis r in kates room the moment she woke up and judes not lookin very appy hes like how long r ya gon sleep for ya bloody pleb and ellis is like haaii gm kate 🌸✨✨ and then jude like “get ready in 3 seconds” while holdin her chin. again, for some reason lmao

ok turns out we goin to their other jobs at a company called raven co

and ellis tells kate they got shops overseas too (wow jude got a boomin business) and they sell stuff in a lotta places and allat jazz. anw some dude greets kate and the others and thinks that kate is ellis gf. kates like umm no and hes like so ur the boss’ gf?

then he gets judes boot before kate can reply and judes like

Jude: It’s all yappin’ with ya so early in the mornin’, I see.

J: If ya gonna yap useless things, how ‘bout ya use that mouth o’ yours to do a bit more o’ your job?

J: If ya want a pay cut though, that’s a separate matter.

turns out the dudes name is theodore walker. 21 y/o. employee. first impression: bright dude

so kate asks ellis what his role is and hes like “hmm lets see, being a guard, preparing for guests, confirming clients, brewing up a storm…” and kate here thinkin wait a damn minute i have a feeling i heard smth real violent just now and then is like do you do anything else and well ellis responds with more violent words with a 😊 face. kate is like i thought i got myself into an evil org then jude comes in like

Jude: Well this evil company’s boss got some work cut out for ya.

she gotta sort out these letters (a loott of letters…) and judes like “if ya worked as a letter carrier ya mustve had to sort out letters before gettin breakfast”

ok so apparently judes kate just blurts out things w/o thinkin 💀 bc this time shes like well if hes gonna make fun of me (jude calls her princess but /neg) then challenge accepted! and then is like “ok bet i will get this done ez pz 🍋 squeezy” and judes got that shit eatin grin on his face like “that ya will do by the time i get back”

they r indeed still in their enemies era. her only saving grace now is ellis’ kind smile. ellis to the rescue! ⛓️🫶✨

omg ellis is actually an angel here he helps kate when he can sorting out letters and hes like gj today kate. you managed to do sm on ur own, u should be proud of urself and kate is like hes so kind… (yes he is!)

ah yes we cant escape the ellis is sweet as jam™️ allegations here

kate asks ellis why he joined crown and tldr its bc vic reached out to jude and jude said ok

Kate: But did you have to get caught up in all this too…?

Ellis: But——he made a promise with me.

As he said this, Ellis’ eyes narrowed softly.

Kate: …A promise?

Ellis: I’m waiting for Jude to reach the happiest moment of his life.

E: And I need to be by his side to see that moment.

[ insert some lines im too lazy to tl here ]

Ellis: But, it seems that moment just doesn’t want to come. …It’s like Jude is always unhappy.

jude comes in the door like yall so damn annoyin and is like stop yappin bout she don’t need to know. but ellis is like but its her job as fairytale keeper. and kate is like “i have a question for u too jude! why do u have ellis by ur side?” jude responds like “none ya damn business” but one tinie push from ellis and jude lets out a resigned sigh and speaks on it and is like hes got physical strength and a good ability. cant let that sorta value slip by. that said his heads got some screws loose so

and kate is like omg! he answered me!!

(So Jude has Ellis by his side so he can use his abilities at his convenience,)

(and Ellis wants Jude to fulfill his wish, I guess?)

They kept one another by each other’s side to help realize what the other wants.

——If I were to put into words what their relationship would be, it would be ‘a contractual relationship.’

That was the day I had gotten my hands on valuable information on Jude for the first time.

ko-fi☕️ ┊ comms🤍

NOTE: i forgot to mention that i can take comms to tl judes main story chapters, avatar mission stories, and his side stories in full, as ciele, the one whos gonna tl his story, said that i could tl chapters from his story too. the turnaround time per chapter is usually around 1–2 days from the time i start it. (for jude it might be closer to 2 days.)

[psychics4unet]

What Your Shoes Say About Your Psychic Energy?

Ever wondered what your favorite shoes reveal about your spiritual vibe? 👠✨ Turns out, the type of shoes you wear can say a lot about your psychic energy and even your future! Heels? You’re channeling some serious boss energy, ready to take on the world. Flats? You’re all about staying grounded and keeping it real. Sneakers? You’re adaptable, always ready for life’s next adventure. Boots? You’ve got a strong, protective energy, ready to face any challenge.

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Here’s a detailed look at what different types of women’s shoes might reveal about your psychic and spiritual energy:

Stilettos – 👠 Stilettos often reflect a strong ambition and drive for success. They suggest that you’re ready to face challenges head-on and climb the ladder of success with confidence and poise. 🌟

Ballet Flats – 👡 Ballet flats indicate grace, balance, and a down-to-earth nature. They symbolize a grounded and serene personality, someone who finds comfort in simplicity and elegance. 🌸

Ankle Boots – 👢 Ankle boots show a blend of practicality and fierceness. They often signify that you are both practical in your approach and ready to face challenges with a bold attitude. 🔥

Sneakers – 👟 Sneakers suggest versatility and adaptability. They indicate that you are always ready for new adventures and are adaptable to various situations, showing a dynamic and energetic personality. ⚡

Wedges – 👠 Wedges symbolize a steady ascent toward your goals. They reflect confidence and a strong belief in your abilities, helping you maintain balance while pursuing your dreams. 🏆

Kitten Heels – 👠 Kitten heels are associated with subtlety and elegance. They reveal a gentle and sophisticated approach to life, embracing beauty and grace without overwhelming others. 💫

Gladiator Sandals – 🩴 Gladiator sandals represent a warrior spirit. They indicate that you are prepared to fight for what you believe in and have a strong, determined character. 🏹

Loafers – 👞 Loafers reflect comfort in tradition and staying true to your roots. They signify a reliable and grounded individual who values stability and practicality. 🛤️

Thigh-High Boots – 👢 Thigh-high boots convey empowerment and a daring attitude. They show that you have a bold, confident personality and are not afraid to make a statement. 💪

Moccasins – 🥿 Moccasins suggest a deep connection to nature and inner peace. They reflect a person who values comfort and harmony and is grounded in their spiritual beliefs. 🌿

Platform Shoes – 👠 Platform shoes indicate boldness and confidence. They show that you stand tall in your beliefs and are not afraid to showcase your unique personality. 🌈

Mary Janes – 👠 Mary Janes are associated with nostalgia and simplicity. They reveal a love for classic style and a playful, yet straightforward, approach to life. 🌻

Espadrilles – 🩴 Espadrilles represent an easygoing and carefree attitude. They suggest that you embrace life’s pleasures and are in tune with the joy of living. 🌞

Mules – 👠 Mules signify open-mindedness and a willingness to explore new experiences. They reflect a person who is ready to take on new adventures with a positive outlook. 🌟

Chelsea Boots – 👢 Chelsea boots are linked to reliability and readiness. They show that you are dependable and prepared for any situation that comes your way. 🚀

Flip-Flops – 🩴 Flip-flops symbolize a relaxed and easygoing nature. They indicate that you go with the flow and are content with the simple pleasures in life. 🌊

Cowboy Boots – 👢 Cowboy boots represent independence and a love for adventure. They show that you have a strong, free-spirited personality with a taste for exploration. 🌵

Pumps – 👠 Pumps are associated with confidence and power. They signify that you are ready to take charge and assert your presence in both personal and professional settings. 🚀

Peep-Toe Heels – 👠 Peep-toe heels reflect curiosity and openness. They show that you are open to new experiences and have a playful, yet sophisticated, side. 🎉

Slides – 🩴 Slides suggest a laid-back and content approach to life. They indicate that you find joy in the simple things and have a relaxed attitude toward challenges. 🍃

Combat Boots – 👢 Combat boots symbolize resilience and strength. They reflect a person who is prepared to face any battle and stands firm in their beliefs. 💥

Oxford Shoes – 👞 Oxford shoes represent intellectuality and attention to detail. They indicate that you have a love for learning and are meticulous in your approach to life. 📚

T-Strap Heels – 👠 T-strap heels blend tradition with modernity. They show that you appreciate classic styles while also incorporating contemporary elements into your life. 🌟

Clogs – 🥿 Clogs reflect practicality and comfort. They suggest that you value a grounded, straightforward approach to life and find joy in simplicity. 🛋️

Sock Boots – 👢 Sock boots indicate a trendsetter with a unique style. They show that you are confident in your individuality and willing to stand out from the crowd. 💃

Slingbacks – 👠 Slingbacks signify precision and elegance. They reflect a person who pays attention to details and carries themselves with grace and sophistication. 💫

Rain Boots – 🩴 Rain boots represent preparedness and adaptability. They show that you are ready for any situation and handle life’s unpredictable moments with ease. ☔

Jellies – 🩴 Jellies suggest playfulness and nostalgia. They indicate a fun-loving spirit who enjoys the whimsical and carefree aspects of life. 🧩

Kitten Slingbacks – 👠 Kitten slingbacks combine sophistication with a practical approach. They show that you balance elegance with comfort and practicality. 🌹

Pointed-Toe Flats – 👡 Pointed-toe flats represent precision and directness. They indicate a sharp mind and a straightforward approach to life. 🗝️

Velvet Heels – 👠 Velvet heels symbolize luxury and sensuality. They show that you appreciate the finer things in life and have a refined, elegant nature. ✨

Boat Shoes – 👞 Boat shoes reflect practicality and a love for adventure. They suggest that you enjoy exploring and have a grounded, yet adventurous spirit. 🚤

Monk Strap Shoes – 👞 Monk strap shoes signify discipline and tradition. They show that you value structure and have a strong moral compass. ⚖️

Quilted Boots – 👢 Quilted boots represent comfort and security. They indicate a protective nature and a love for warmth and coziness. 🔥

Corset Heels – 👠 Corset heels combine strength with femininity. They reflect a focus on detail and a balance of power and grace. 💪

Espadrille Flats – 🩴 Espadrille flats suggest a laid-back vibe with a connection to nature. They indicate a love for simplicity and natural beauty. 🌻

Teddy Boots – 👢 Teddy boots symbolize warmth and comfort. They reflect a nurturing personality that values coziness and security. 🧸

Loafers with Tassels – 👞 Loafers with tassels indicate a playful yet sophisticated nature. They suggest a balance between fun and tradition. 🎩

Platform Sandals – 🩴 Platform sandals show confidence and a love for making a statement. They indicate a person who stands tall in their beliefs and style. 🌟

Over-the-Knee Boots – 👢 Over-the-knee boots represent boldness and a daring spirit. They show that you are unafraid to push boundaries and stand out. 🚀

Slip-On Sneakers – 👟 Slip-on sneakers reflect ease and comfort. They suggest a relaxed and casual approach to life, valuing convenience and simplicity. ☀️

High-Top Sneakers – 👟 High-top sneakers indicate a dynamic and energetic personality. They suggest that you are always on the go and ready for new challenges. ⚡

Espadrille Wedges – 🩴 Espadrille wedges combine comfort with a touch of elegance. They reflect a love for relaxed, yet stylish, living. 🌿

Brocade Flats – 👡 Brocade flats symbolize a taste for luxury and tradition. They suggest an appreciation for classic styles with a sophisticated twist. 💎

Lace-Up Sandals – 🩴 Lace-up sandals represent a free-spirited nature. They indicate a love for exploration and a connection to personal freedom. 🌈

Moccasin Slippers – 🥿 Moccasin slippers reflect a cozy, homey personality. They suggest a preference for comfort and a nurturing, relaxed environment. 🛋️

Pumps with Ankle Strap – 👠 Pumps with ankle straps show confidence with an attention to detail. They indicate a refined, yet bold approach to style. 💫

Glitter Boots – 👢 Glitter boots represent a love for glamour and sparkle. They show that you have a fun, outgoing personality with a flair for drama. ✨

Chelsea Ankle Boots – 👢 Chelsea ankle boots symbolize versatility and style. They suggest a person who is fashionable yet practical in their approach. 🌟

Platform Sneakers – 👟 Platform sneakers indicate a modern and trendsetting personality. They suggest that you are confident in your unique style and always ready to make a statement. 🚀

[robin-evry]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐈!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐄 🌸🧬

A member of the Genius Society and an expert in life sciences. She teamed up with Herta and others to develop the Simulated Universe. A scholar of exquisite temperament, member #81 of the illustrious Genius Society, and an expert in the field of life sciences. She earned Nous' attention with her talent and terrifying perseverance, and began her research on the origin of life in a secretive corner of the universe

Ruan mei!reader enter teyvat due to the unique elemental system as well the great mystery about the leylines and how do they work

Many people reported that an aircraft has landed in the sky, beyond celestia

Ruan mei!reader landed on liyue, they would immediately be investigated by the liyue Qixing, they were ordered to sign a contract to not ever attack or be some sort of threat to liyue.

Their presence would have caused great suspicion, since they come from the sky. if they did why didn't celestia stop them.

They would get along with Zhongli's personality. They would enjoy tea and dessert. Ruan mei would tend to share their desserts with him.

Even tho they are portrayed as a graceful and kind scholar, ruan mei! reader doesn't care what method they use, all they want is answers

Ruan mei!reader caught the attention of the fatui, a scholar from another world is studying their planet and technology which could take over hundreds of years to achieve it in their hands

Someone like dottore would be interested in ruan mei!reader, they both sound so similar but yet different, a few times he would invite them to a project together or discuss about topics.

They would be very curious about the archons as well as elemental life forms.

During their trip they stayed at a space ship, it will be able to see the planet entirely.

During their trip herta might ask for some materials that are rare for a project.

Screwllum would soon visit the planet and check the conditions of this world, as well to study the leylines with ruan mei this could be results of an upcoming projection together.

The reason why teyvat hasn't been discovered by the IPC is due to where teyvat resign, their planet is by far in the far corner of the universe which is usually out of reach.

The planet is filled with rich materials that are rare to find as well a blooming ecosystem. But in the core of the planet the substance of the nihility can be found in the planet.

A small head canon I made, its kinda a mess but I'm gonna delete it later or rewrite it. I've wanted to do more genshin headcanon or hsr so if you had any requests please ask me and also be expected to see more content from them. I will still do twst request

[mxtxfanatic]

Hello!!

What did you think about Jun Wu's ending? Do you think he got off easy after everything he's done? 

And, iirc, you mentioned that Mu Qing kicking out Hua Cheng from the army wasn't really a good thing. That it took away an opportunity for him for upward growth out of poverty. Is it possible to add more on this thought? I remember when I first read that part in the novel, it did seem like a good thing (as kids fighting in wars generally isn't great)So this was an interesting take for me.

Lastly, anything about the Xie Lian calamity time period that seems like an uncommon take that the novel backs up pretty clearly?

Feel free to answer all or whichever one catches your interest most. TIA! 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Alright, a few questions lol.

I think Jun Wu's ending is fine. The problem is that the main story ending (at least in the unedited version) doesn't make it clear what happened to him, but the extras say he's being suppressed under a mountain as all extremely dangerous evil beings in cultivation novels tend to be, so this tracks.

My uncommon calamity period take? Xie Lian was never gonna destroy Yong'an. The man with the bamboo hat helped, but he was not the deciding factor.

Now onto the biggest topic: Mu Qing and his life-destroying jealousies. Tgcf, despite being written in the modern day by a modern author, is set in an ancient time period where things we find harsh or dangerous, now, are an acceptable part of the "ancient" narrative. Why is Mu Qing being a child warrior battling ghosts and demons (a cultivator) acceptable, but Hong-er being a child soldier battling other people isn't? Why is no one arguing that 14yo child servant Mu Qing shouldn't have been working because "child labor"? Is it because we understand that the setting allows for certain situations that create upwards mobility in place of modern conventions that do not exist in the story? Government safety nets don't exist to protect them in this fictional fantasy, so Mu Qing works instead to keep himself and his disabled mother out of poverty. We, the readers, accept this when we pick up ancient setting novels. Likewise, people begin the path of cultivation in these stories as young children and are sent out on dangerous tasks to hone their skills. This, we also accept as a part of the setting, because it is fictional and there is no real world equivalent of "we send children out to fight demons" in the modern world. So in a setting where, just like cultivators, future generals are sent to war at a young age to earn income, merit, and maybe a more permanent job, what makes war the moment where people wanna draw the line of "morally acceptable"?

Now those are all general genre observations, so let's get to the tgcf-specific ones. Hong'er is a soldier because he has no choice, just like Mu Qing became a servant because he had no choice. Both were children in poverty who needed to earn an income or suffer. None of these circumstances are meant to be seen as acceptable and unavoidable in the world of tgcf, but their causes are due to widespread, hierarchical corruption that the story makes exceedingly clear cannot be resolved simply by focusing on the life paths of an individual. Mu Qing had the fortune to have a loving, living parent, even if she couldn't work, and made it into the palace where he fortunately caught the crown prince's eye, while Hong'er was an abandoned child who faced stigma from his entire community and who Mu Qing maliciously denied the same opportunity of earning the crown prince's grace. Hong'er had even less choices than Mu Qing, and we see this when Xie Lian finds him again after Mu Qing kicked him out, where he is back on the goddamn streets.

If Mu Qing was thinking about Hong'er's wellbeing when he made that decision, he would've brought it up to Xie Lian when Xie Lian mentioned having him promoted (you know, so he can learn better skills, earn better pay, and not just become a cannon fodder soldier on some forgotten battlefield). Hell, he could've given the kid some money or set him up with something else so that he wouldn't have to be a soldier. What does Mu Qing do instead? He first tries to dissuade Xie Lian from promoting him by saying that "it's against military rule" to promote someone so young, and when Xie Lian still insists, he goes behind his back to kick him out completely, apparently calls Hong'er trash, and leaves him with the assumption that it was under Xie Lian's orders that the teen be discharged immediately:

[Xie Lian] trailed off, recalling immediately what exactly transpired that night many months ago and just how discomposed he was. Images filled his mind and he reddened, feeling slightly awkward, and hurriedly cleared his throat, “So it was you. I was going to look for you a while back, but with so much on my plate I’d forgotten. Ahem, aren’t you a soldier in the army? Why are you in the city?” Hearing him, that boy was taken aback and replied, a little mopingly, “I’m not in the army anymore.” Xie Lian was bewildered, “Huh? Why not?” That boy was even more bewildered, “I... got kicked out. Your highness, did... did you not know?!” Xie Lian was perplexed, “Know what?”

—Chapt. 83: Land of the Tender; Body of Gold Hard-Pressed Against Desire (Part 4), fan translation

Mu Qing replied, his face covered in blood, “I only made him go home, it’s not like fighting a war is a good thing! How should I know he’d end up this crazy, holding grudges until now!...” Before he finished another forceful punch landed, BAM!, and his face was almost contorted. Hua Cheng smiled, “Think I can’t guess why you booted me back then? Hm?” Mu Qing’s eyes flashed. Hua Cheng then snickered, “Isn’t it more than obvious now who the useless trash is?” “...” It was as if Mu Qing was stabbed where it hurt and he spat out a mouthful of blood, then he said, spitefully slow, “Thank goodness I kicked you out, otherwise if we kept you in the army and allowed you to get closer to his highness, were you just going to watch him all day with your mind full of unspeakable filth? Disgusting!”

—Chapt. 176: Cave of Ten Thousand Gods; Faces of Ten Thousand Gods (Part 2), fan translation

Did any of this save Hong'er in the long run? No, because he dies as what? A cannon fodder child soldier on a forgotten battlefield. And then Mu Qing has the audacity to say that it was a good thing that he kicked the teen back to the streets, explicitly not because he "prolonged his life" or whatever, but because it kept a devotee away from his friend that is oh so above being worshiped by a street child. Nowhere in this confrontation does Mu Qing ever say that he did what he did to protect Hong'er just that "well, being in war isn't good, anyways!" nor did Hua Cheng say that Mu Qing explained his actions as such. Mu Qing ruined Hong'er's one chance for upwards mobility and recognition because he was jealous that Xie Lian said the boy reminded him of Mu Qing:

Dressed, Xie Lian lowered his arms and sat down poised on the bed, “That child was pretty skilled, I think he’s got really good potential with the sabre. If he’s taught well he’d definitely be spectacular when he’s older. Mu Qing, remember to find him for me when you get a chance. Settle him well. He could be appointed.” Xie Lian was someone who loved those who were skilled in martial arts, and just had to appoint them to his side just so he could watch them everyday and soak in delight. This wasn’t the first time he made such a comment, but it was the first time it was directed to a child. Mu Qing heard him make those “really good potential with the sabre”, “spectacular when he’s older” remarks and his expression turned unreadable, scrunching up the hair band he’d just untied from Xie Lian in his hand, and turned around to throw it to the side. Feng Xin on the other hand, remarked, “That brat only looks to be about fourteen or fifteen, isn’t that too young? What’s he gonna do after getting appointed?” Mu Qing spoke up too in a flat voice, “It’s not proper. It’d be against military rule.”

—Chapt. 83: Land of the Tender; Body of Gold Hard-Pressed Against Desire (Part 4), fan translation

So why should we celebrate this as an act meant to "protect a child?" When politicians sign laws abolishing child protections and legalizing child labor under the guise of "fighting poverty," do we praise them for "protecting children," too?

[kaijubear56]

•~You're my Angel~•

⚠️ Religious talk, suggestive thoughts, allusions to self harm, two happy gays⚠️

-🌸🪱

-Men you aren't welcome ❌

The quiet swish of the lush green foliage that decorated the oak floor boards of this old church was a distinct comparison to the loud creaking that the old floor boards provided. The pews rotted and covered in moss as well as some blood from the people who were bitten or killed here over the years. You forget that over the months that you have visited and explored this old church. The only thing you have left is this place and the memory of your parents.

You used to be a Christian but quickly forgot what the grace of God was like when you watched him not spare your parents from the horrors of being ripped apart and the skin melting off of them due to those acidic spores that those things made. As you walked you stared at the familiar stand. It held the surprisingly pristine Bible. The amount of time you've sat and read it was way more than you could count.

Yet she could. That big burly woman. Her name was Abby. You two talked. Sure you were friends. Not close ones though. You would run off for a break a lot. This was where that break led. You sitting on a pew as you gently held and read the Bible. Your fingers delicately flipping the thin pages. This place was a calm distraction from the images of those infected things.

You never really dealt with them. You usually stayed inside patching up soldiers who ran into them or other people. Yet a couple times you were sent out with Manny and Owen. Even with Abby once. You had to stitch Manny up because he tried to show off and got cut pretty bad. He bragged about that for a week.

“Yeah. I had this pretty girls hands on my chest-”

“Because you were a dumbass and got cut there.”

That was what would happen. Him bragging to Abby and then she would bring him back to reality that you weren't flirting. Simply just saving his life. To him there was no difference. You were just a pretty angel. Angel. That's what you were known as because of saving so many lives in the base.

“Hey Angel! Thanks for bandaging me up!”

“Angel I really owe you! Do you want a burrito or anything?”

You often got paid for helping them. You were just too sweet. You found yourself never really helping Abby, surprising as that is. Infact she usually stayed away from you. She would stay far away from you. Like the one time she was sitting with Manny. You were sitting by yourself eating and you read medical books. You looked up to see her eyes on you. Infact she was checking you out.

You were sitting in the most unflattering position ever yet she still drank you up with her eyes. Did she like you? No way. You never spoke. Well you did but it was always awkward and frankly, dry. She has the most boring responses.

“Hey Abby! How was your mission?”

“Didn't die.”

Obviously, Dumbass.

“Well that's good… Did you find anything? Like medical supplies?”

“No.”

Just no? Did she think you were dumb? That you only deserved two or one word answers?

“Okay… Well um have a good day?”

“I will.”

Not even a “You too?” Were you scary? Did she hate you? It was honestly confusing. Manny said she talked great about you normally. Why when you two spoke it was so… bland?

It didn't matter as you sat and read the verses. Even though you didn't exactly believe in God anymore or at least to the extent you used to when you were little, it was still comforting. It reminded you of when you were younger and still had your parents. You were reading a verse when you heard a creak of the old wood and shot up and pointed your gun at the infected-

“Abby?”

What was she doing here?

“Yeah?”

She asked as she walked over to you and leaned against and old pew and crossed her arms which defined her perfect muscles that would make it so easy to pick you up and throw you into a bed-

“Hellooo. Are you listening to me Angel? I asked you a question.”

Shit.

“Yeah sorry. What was it again?”

You asked her sweetly as you put your gun away and crouched down to pick up the Bible. You stood back up and put it away. You turned back to her and sat down. She stood up and walked to sit beside you as she repeated herself.

"I asked you what you were doing out here. Also Issac needs to see you over something. He said it was important."

She told you as she looked at your way smaller stature and yawned. It was obvious she just got back from a mission. She looked exhausted. She had small dark circles, she walked a little heaver than normal, she had bruises on her arms, small cuts, she looked worn down.

“Oh I was taking a break… Are you okay? You looked super tired. You should rest.”

You told her in a soft and sweet voice as you felt her forehead to make sure she wasn't getting sick. Her face flushed a red as your hand gently touched her face. It was cute how sweet you were. One of the reasons she fell in love with you was how kind and compassionate you were with others. You were so hardworking too. To top it all off you were gorgeous. So pretty.

“Yeah I'm good. Don't worry about me. You should get to Issac because he yells at you.”

She reminded you with a hint of softness in her words and voice. She really didn't want Issac to yell at you. That's the one of the last things she wanted to happen with you. Needless to say you nodded and rushed off with a smile. She just stayed and looked at the church. It was kinda creepy with the few blood splatters around but if you ignored it the place was beautiful. It reminded her of you.

You quickly met with Issac. He seemed a little pissed off but needless to say he was relieved when you entered the room. He was pacing back and forth.

“Abby told me you needed to see me, sir?”

You asked him softly. He nodded before speaking.

“Kid. I'm going to get right to the point. You're really good at healing, stitching, bandaging, literally whatever it is with keeping our soldiers alive and well is what you do. And great it too. So I wanna know how you feel about going on missions with Abby and Manny as Mel is pregnant and needs to take a backseat with helping. What do you think?”

A chance to see Abby more? Talk to her? Fuck yeah. Make sure she stays healthy and alive. How could you refuse?

“Sure! Why not! I'd love to. I get more experience out on patrols too. I think it sounds great.”

You told him with a smile and he nodded with a small smile.

“You have to be extra careful though. I can't have you dieing or turning. We need you when Mel is out on patrols.”

He told you with a stern voice and you nodded.

“I got it sir.”

You responded as you smiled. You exited the room and went back to the medical tent. You found Abby sitting there refusing care from everyone. Yet when she saw you her eyes lit up.

“Abby. Will you stop refusing care? You have injuries that need to be assessed.”

The one guy to her and she rolled her eyes. She then looked back at you as you walked over to see what was wrong.

“What's up? Why are we borderline yelling?”

You asked him confused as you looked between him and Abby.

“Abby is refusing to be looked at-”

“I just didn't want you guys. I wanted her.”

Abby told him coldly. It was obvious she wasn't the biggest fan of this guy. You knew that but always wondered why. It was obvious to them. He had this habit of checking you out and talking about it with many guys and Abby frankly found him annoying and disgusting for it. You asked her if it was okay if you took care of her and she nodded. So you did so. You bandaged some cuts and gave her painkillers as she had a headache.

Once you were done you dispatched her and told her to rest. She needed it. She listened with a little grumble.

“This is so stupid but fine…”

She said something else but you couldn't make it out. Eventually the day ended and you went back to your room and changed. Soon you found yourself wandering to that old church again. You usually visited it when you missed your parents. As you zoned out you didn't realize Abby was walking over to you. She sat beside you and realized your blank stare. She gently put her arm around you.

“What are you doing here Angel?”

She asked you in a soft and concerned voice. You snapped back to reality and looked at her. You smiled before laying on her arm.

“I was thinking of my parents again.”

You admitted to her and she nodded. She knew that feeling of missing someone. She missed her dad pretty bad. She was going to get that bastard eventually… For now her focus was on you. It was the least she could give even though you deserve the world in her eyes.

“I'm sorry about your loss.”

“It's okay. I guess. I just feel like they would be disappointed with me.”

You told her as you shrugged and looked at the Bible.

“Why? You're like perfect. An actual Angel if I've ever seen one.”

You scoffed softly and shook your head.

“Far from it. I've strayed away from God, I've killed people, swore, and I'm lesbian. I'm the biggest sin ball ever.”

You told her softly as you looked at the ground and picked at your wrists. She looked down and saw scars. You must have really believed that.

“I think you're perfect…”

She said softly after a beat or two. She looked down at you and moved your hair out of your face.

“Really perfect.”

She whispered this time as she blushed. Yet you failed to realize that.

“You're just saying it to make me feel better. I appreciate it Abby but I'm not perfect, far from perfect-”

Abby gently grabbed your chin and kissed you. Your eyes opened with shock as you looked at her. Her lips were soft and she was so gentle. You kissed her back. Her hand gently held your cheek as the other one held your hand. She broke the kiss with a smile. Her beautiful blue eyes looked at you with love and adoration.

“Sorry if that was too much-”

“No, it was perfect!”

You rushed to tell her softly as you held her face softly. She just sighed in relief.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend? I feel like me being creepy and staring at you from across the lunch room isn't enough for me.”

She told you with a small laugh as she gently kissed you again. You nodded and smiled into the kiss. You broke it before talking.

“I would love to.”

“You're all mine then Angel

Sorry this is kinda shitty. I wrote this really quick 🩷

[icanseethefuture333]

can you talk more about deity worship? esp with aphrodite !!!

Aphrodite

My experience with Aphrodite as my matron 🌷

As I previously mentioned before in this post, I first began doing witchcraft when I was 17 years old. I had a reading done about which deity wished to work with me and Aphrodite wanted me. I was hesitant because I was a tomboy + alternative in high school so I didn't feel like the Goddess of beauty and love was for me. I questioned her choice in choosing me even though I was seeing signs from her (white doves landed on my windowsill for a year straight). What I didn't realize was that Aphrodite was known more for her beauty and grace, she was also the goddess of war. Over the years Aphrodite has been nurturing, loving, and caring towards me. She has given me the strength and guidance when I needed it the most. Very much so like having a relationship with a mother.

My character development

Working with Aphrodite has given me a "inner glow up". Meaning - I reconstructed my view on what being feminine is, what kind of feminist I am, and acknowledging when I was misogynistic in the past. As well as helping me heal my mother wound and allowing me to be able to see things from her perspective when I was angry with her for her constant mistreatment towards me. I can for sure say thanks to Aphrodite, I am more patient, I am more wise, and I am learning to be soft. In a patriarchal society, being soft, sensitive, or gentle is looked down upon. Living in a society where you have to always be tough or "realistic" is so depressing. It's as if you're not allowed to have dreams, hopes, or desires. Independence is a wonderful thing, but you have to be able to depend on your loved ones at some point, because then you'd be just wearing yourself thin. Since beauty is a popular topic when it comes to Aphrodite, I also noticed a lot of physical changes in my appearance (clear skin, longer hair, fuller lashes, etc) 😳

Spellwork

As for doing spells with Aphrodite, the process is quite simple, I just ask for help and I feel the job gets done. I also give her offerings (she loves apples!!!) when I can and pray to her. From my personal experience, Aphrodite enjoys doing spells that involves quality time. For example, I often include Aphrodite when I do glamour magick or recite my affirmations. For example:

"Thank you, Aphrodite, for blessing me with the most beautiful, glowing clear skin."

I hope that answers your question 🌸🌊💖!

[mercillery]

Would you be opposed to writing for silly Kirschie? The Vermillion flower boy grew on me 🌸 (relationship overview?)

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: My life changed in 92722928 different ways when I found out he existed. Sorry this took so long, anon. ❤️‍🩹

From the moment he realizes he's in love with you, buckle up—you're about to be placed on a pedestal so high, even a magic knight would struggle to reach it. Kirsch isn’t just falling in love; he’s having a whole opera performed in his head about how you, the most divine being to ever exist, were handcrafted by angels of heaven themselves purely as a reward for him. It’s like he believes the heavens saw how gorgeous he was and decided, "You know what? Let’s give him someone who’s equally perfect." He’ll shower you with compliments so extravagant, even the word “flattery” would feel modest. It’s like living in a Shakespearean play where the soliloquies never stop—and they're all about how radiant you are.

And just when you think it’s impossible for him to love anything more than his own reflection, guess what? He proves you wrong. Sure, he’ll talk about his own beauty—it’s Kirsch, after all—but he’s just as obsessed with promoting your looks. In fact, he might be too busy singing your praises to even get through a sentence about himself. Think of it this way: if Kirsch is the president of his own fan club, you’re the vice president—except he’s trying to hand over the entire operation to you because in his eyes, you’re the real star.

Every little action you take is glorified like you’re performing on a royal stage, and Kirsch is your most dedicated and vocal audience member. You could be doing something as simple as picking a flower, and suddenly it’s as if you’re creating a masterpiece worthy of a gallery exhibit. Kirsch will dramatically place a hand over his heart, swooning, and launch into a full-on poetic monologue about how “only the most delicate hands could possibly pluck nature’s finest creation with such grace!” It’s like living with your own personal hype man who’s constantly stuck in an emotional art film.

You could be doing something very simple as tying your shoe, and he’d still manage to make it sound like you’re unraveling the mysteries of the universe with unparalleled elegance. “The way you loop those laces… such precision! Such finesse! I’ve never witnessed anything so perfectly executed.” It’s hard to ever feel mundane or average when Kirsch is around because, to him, you’re not just special—you’re a walking masterpiece of elegance and grace, even when you’re just, you know, pouring a glass of water.

Kirsch spares no expense when it comes to showering you with luxurious gifts—it’s basically his love language, except it’s less about words and more about drowning you in pink roses and glittering jewels. Expect hand-picked bouquets that look like they were arranged by angels themselves (or, more accurately, arranged to match his aesthetic), ornate jewelry that would make royalty jealous, and customized clothing that screams opulence. He’ll insist that only the finest silks and rarest gems should even dare touch your skin, and honestly, he’s not taking "no" for an answer. If you thought you could casually slip out of the house in a simple outfit to run errands, think again.

This man will have you looking like you’re about to walk the runway—even if you're just going to the corner store for some milk. It’s like living in that one meme: “Bye, I’m going to [insert mundane place here]!” and then the other person says, “Not dressed like that you aren’t young lady!” And then the other person who was leaving changes into way more stylish clothing, to which the other person says “Yesss queen slayyy!!” Like, that meme is your relationship in a nutshell—any time you leave the house, there’s a full-on wardrobe transformation sequence where Kirsch has you dazzling like the spotlight was meant just for you. If you don’t get the reference, I’ll leave the meme at the very bottom of this post lol.

Also, after Kirsch is done, it’s not just you stealing the spotlight—you’re taking the whole stage. You’re over there trying to buy groceries, and suddenly people are stopping mid-aisle, jaws dropping, as if you’re about to give an acceptance speech for “Best Dressed at the Supermarket.”

He’s quite literally the epitome of romanticism, the guy who watched one too many telenovelas and said, “Challenge accepted.” He’s like those super-dramatic, lovestruck characters you see in Spanish soap operas—the ones who stand in the rain delivering heartfelt speeches while violins play in the background—except, well… it’s Kirsch, and he’s probably not going to get his hair wet. But honestly? It’s so Kirsch to be that extra. One speech from him and you’re already a flustered, blushing mess. It’s like he’s got this magical power to turn even the most casual compliments into an event. “Your eyes, my love—they sparkle brighter than the heavens themselves!” Cue the swooning.

But oh, it doesn’t stop there. Kirsch is the guy who writes you long, poetic love letters that read like something from the Romantic Era—and we’re talking full-on sonnets. There’s probably at least one mention of you being the moon to his sun, the stars in his sky, or something equally dramatic. He’ll hand-deliver it to you with a flourish, as if he’s presenting you with the Holy Grail.

And if you think that’s over the top, just wait for the serenades. He’ll burst into a room or most likely a public space and then dramatically place a hand on his chest, and declare his love as if he’s performing for an audience. He’s got metaphors comparing your beauty to the brilliance of nature, the stars, the sun, and whatever else sounds poetic in the moment. Honestly, at this point, you might be wondering if Shakespeare himself reincarnated as Kirsch Vermillion just to write you flowery declarations of love. Actually, scratch that—Shakespeare has NOTHING on Kirsch. 🤞

Kirsch’s vanity is the stuff of legends—everyone knows it, and if you didn’t before, you will once you’re in a relationship with him. His confidence is so big, it practically has its own gravitational pull, and yes, it’s going to extend into your relationship in the most hilariously Kirsch-like ways. He’ll often look at you with that dazzling smile of his and say, “My love, how fortunate you are to be with someone as magnificent as me!” But don’t worry—he’s not just here to inflate his own ego. Oh no, Kirsch is very generous when it comes to dishing out compliments. He’ll stroke both your egos at once, like some kind of mutual admiration society where you’re the president, and he’s the very enthusiastic vice president…

Obviously his ego is absolutely massive, but as his partner, you’ll never feel left out. Kirsch will make sure you know that while he is obviously perfection, you’re right there with him at the top. “Together, we are the Clover Kingdom’s most beautiful couple,” he’ll say, with complete sincerity, as if it’s a universally accepted fact. He genuinely believes that when people see the two of you, they stop in awe, blinded by the sheer radiance of your combined beauty. If there ever was a "Most Beautiful Couple" contest in the Clover Kingdom, you’d better believe Kirsch is signing you both up and personally ensuring that you win first place. Just don’t be surprised if he asks you to practice your “winning couple’s wave” in front of a mirror—you know, for when you accept the award you’ve already won in his mind.

The only real downside I can think of when it comes to dating Kirsch is his self-obsession. I know I just said he’s great at praising both himself and you, but let’s be honest—his self-love can be a bit… much. It’s the kind of thing that could make anyone, even you, feel like you’re dating a walking, talking mirror. His obsession with his own beauty can be borderline unbearable at times, but that’s where you come in! As his partner, you’ve basically become a pro at balancing things out—playfully stroking his ego to keep him smiling, but also grounding him when he starts floating off into the stratosphere of his own vanity.

And surprisingly? Kirsch really values your opinion. Sure, he’s as arrogant as they come, but if you point out something he needs to work on, he’ll listen—though maybe with a reluctant sigh or two, and definitely after a couple of gentle nudges. It’s like he’s internally grappling with the idea that there’s even the slightest thing about him that could improve. But because it’s coming from you, he’ll eventually try to make an effort. Just don’t expect a miracle overnight—Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither was Kirsch’s ego.

That being said, he’s always seeking your validation, constantly fishing for compliments like it’s his favorite hobby. You’ll often catch him asking, “Am I not the most handsome nobleman in the land?” And now, you have two options: humor him and bask in his beaming smile as he revels in your agreement, or find a playful way to respond while reminding him not to get too carried away. Maybe something like, “Yes, dear, but let’s not forget that modesty is also a virtue,” or “Of course you are, but you know, some of us are trying to look good too!” Either way, you’ve become the master at handling his vanity without letting it completely take over—keeping him in check while still letting him feel like the nobleman he so deeply believes he is. <3

Kirsch’s affection is like a hurricane of love—you’re constantly in the eye of the storm, surrounded by his attention, compliments, and a never-ending desire to be near you. He’ll find any excuse to touch you, whether it’s holding hands, brushing a strand of hair from your face, or simply sitting as close as humanly possible, just so you’re both basking in his glorious presence—oh, and yours too, of course. He’ll make sure you’re soaking in all the benefits of being with him, but not without returning the favor by idolizing you in the process. However, it can get a little intense, especially when Kirsch starts micromanaging your appearance in the name of "enhancing your perfection" or, even better, "shielding you from corruption," as if you’re about to be swayed by the forces of darkness just because one single piece of hair of yours is out of place. Yeah, he’s weird like that—but you love him anyway.

Sometimes, his overwhelming need to pamper you and monitor every little detail of your look can feel like you’re being smothered in pink velvet and rose petals—luxurious, but a little too much when all you wanted was a cozy shirt and pants kind of day. He’s that guy who will lovingly remind you that “a queen must always look the part,” even when all you’re doing is sitting on the couch for movie night. Sure, it’s Kirsch’s way of showing his love, but you may find yourself playfully wrestling the brush or mirror that he magically just spawned out of his hands every now and then.

If anyone even thinks about insulting or offending you, brace yourself—Kirsch’s attitude will switch faster than you can say “noble fury.” One minute he’s all smiles, the next, he’s making it his personal mission to obliterate whoever dared to sully your perfect image. And let’s be real, he’s not going to handle it quietly. Oh no, Kirsch will make sure everyone in a 10-mile radius knows just how deeply offended he is on your behalf. Expect a grand, dramatic scene that could rival any Clover Kingdom festival—he’ll probably stand up straight, flick his hair back, and give the most dramatic speech known to mankind.

Kirsch has no chill when it comes to defending your honor. It’s as if someone insulting you is the same as insulting him, and honestly, in his mind, it kind of is. You, his flawless partner, are an extension of his beauty, his life’s masterpiece, and if anyone dares to tarnish that image? Oh, they’re going to regret it. And I’m talking big time regret. He might throw in some lines about how they’ve dishonored the very concept of perfection, or that their words have caused irreparable damage to his delicate heart all the while clutching his chest like a damsel in distress. You’d think they insulted his reflection, not yours, with how over-the-top his reaction is.

In Kirsch’s eyes, an insult to you is an attack on everything—his pride, his love, his very existence. He’ll dramatically lament how this heinous act has affected his life in 927292179172 different ways, acting like this insult has personally struck him down. "How dare they! They have brought ruin upon us both!" And while, yes, the offense was aimed at you, it’s clear that the real victim here in Kirsch’s world, is him. Because anything that causes you distress ultimately causes him distress—and that simply cannot stand.

Kirsch has this innate drive to be the best, not just as a Magic Knight but also as your partner. He’s got a little scoreboard in his head, constantly comparing himself to others—even if they don’t know they’re in the competition—and always seeking your reassurance that he’s the best person for you. If he senses anyone might be trying to get your attention, even in the slightest, his competitive streak flares up like a wildfire.

But don’t expect Kirsch to get jealous in that quiet, brooding, “staring out the window dramatically” kind of way. No, Kirsch’s jealousy is far more... theatrical. Instead of sulking, he goes all in on proving that he’s the most elegant, refined, and capable man in your life. Picture him suddenly giving you a demonstration of his magic, casting the most intricate, glittering spell just to remind you how unmatched his beauty and skill are. Even if all you did was casually mention another Magic Knight in passing—“Oh, Finral was really helpful today”—Kirsch will immediately launch into a soliloquy about how they pale in comparison to his grace, his magic, and of course, his irresistible beauty.

He’ll say something like, “Ah, yes, Finral is skilled in his own... humble way. But does he possess the same elegance? The refined flair that only a nobleman such as myself could master? I think not!” And then he’ll probably strike some ridiculous, over-the-top pose as if he's modeling for a portrait. The funny part is that Kirsch is dead serious. He genuinely believes that nobody could possibly compare to him—and that includes everyone from your best friends to the Clover Kingdom’s most powerful Magic Knights. In his mind, he’s already won the “Most Perfect Partner” contest, but just in case you forgot, he’ll spend every waking moment reminding you of it.

As a noble, Kirsch takes his role with the utmost seriousness. He treats nobility like it’s an Olympic sport—and spoiler alert: he’s going for gold. Naturally, he wants you to be right there beside him, shining just as bright. So brace yourself, because he may or may not push you toward his ideal of refinement. You might be thinking, "What does that even mean?" Well, it means Kirsch is going to turn every casual moment into an impromptu finishing school lesson.

If your posture isn’t perfectly regal, don’t worry—Kirsch will swoop in to correct it with the finesse of someone adjusting a priceless vase. He’ll insist on teaching you courtly manners, giving little pointers on the best etiquette for high-society events. “No, no, darling, you must tilt your chin slightly more, like this. It’s all about grace!” It’s exhausting, yes, but Kirsch doesn’t do this to be condescending—he genuinely wants the two of you to be seen as the ultimate power couple, the absolute pinnacle of nobility. It’s like he’s on a personal mission to make sure when people talk about perfect couples, your names are at the top of the list with a spotlight and confetti.

And if you thought date night meant a quiet evening at home, think again. You’ll be expected to attend an endless stream of noble functions and events with him. Kirsch practically lives for these occasions, where he can parade you around in front of high society, beaming with pride. It’s like a red-carpet event every time. He’ll make sure everyone knows just how perfect and enviable your relationship is, always throwing in a few dramatic flourishes. “Isn’t my partner just the embodiment of grace and elegance?” he’ll say, loudly enough for the whole room to hear. Meanwhile, you’re standing there, trying not to not fall under pressure by how many eyes are set on you.

But here’s the thing—Kirsch can sometimes get a little too carried away. In his quest to maintain this flawless image, he might become overly picky or controlling, especially when it comes to appearances. Did you put the wrong fork on the wrong side of the plate at dinner? Oh no, here comes a mini lesson on the "true art" of table setting. It's not that he means to be overbearing, but sometimes his obsession with perfection takes the wheel, and suddenly you’re in a crash course for “How to Be a Noble 101.”

But that’s where you come in. You’re the only one who knows how to rein him in when he gets a bit too intense. With a playful nudge or a well-timed eye roll, you remind him that love is about more than just appearances. It’s about the two of you enjoying each other’s company, not putting on a show for everyone else. And despite his dramatic tendencies, Kirsch listens to you. He values your input, and even though it might take a little while for him to fully realize it, he does eventually see that his obsession with perfection isn’t what keeps your relationship strong—it’s the genuine love you share. And who knows, maybe you’ll get him to relax a little at the next noble event. Well, okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

For all his flair, dramatic speeches, and parade-worthy personality, Kirsch has a softer, more genuine side—one he saves just for you. Behind all the extravagance, there’s a tenderness that only comes out when it’s just the two of you. He loves running his fingers through your hair, each stroke so gentle and caring, it’s almost a surprise that this is the same Kirsch who acts like he’s starring in a romantic drama 24/7. His usual flamboyant energy takes a backseat to real, intimate affection, and you start to see a different side of him. This isn’t the Kirsch who’s commanding attention in a crowded ballroom or waxing poetic about his own reflection. This is the Kirsch who’s just…in love, quietly and sincerely.

And speaking of poetic, he’s surprisingly good at that too. Sure, his public displays of affection are often grandiose and over-the-top, but in these softer moments, he’s unexpectedly deep. He’ll share his thoughts with you about beauty, nature, and the way you make him feel, speaking with a calm, almost philosophical tone. He’s the type to sit beside you, gaze out at the stars, and talk about how the brilliance of the cosmos could never compare to your radiance. Yes, it sounds a little like something you’d find in a romance novel, but trust me—it’s the sincerity in his voice that makes it work. These are the moments where he’s not just admiring your outward beauty, but the deeper connection the two of you share, which is saying a lot for someone as obsessed with appearances as Kirsch.

When the night winds down, you’ll often find Kirsch falling asleep beside you, his arms wrapped around you in a protective yet tender embrace. It’s as if he never wants to let go, like holding you close is the only thing keeping him grounded. It’s here, in these quieter times, that you catch a glimpse of the real Kirsch—the man behind the glamour. The one who just wants to love and be loved, without the pomp, without the flair, without the need to constantly put on a show for the world. In these moments, all the outward bravado melts away, and you’re left with someone who, deep down, just wants to make sure you feel as cherished as he does. And despite all the showmanship, this side of him, this softer side, is just as real and just as beautiful.

Here’s the meme I was talking about. I couldn’t find the original one. Oops.