#Grey has personal space issues

[sunflowerwinds]

sugar, sugar | v.a

summary: on a slow day at your grandmother’s bakery, a customer captures your attention. as the weeks pass, you see her pop up more and more. a gentle friendship ignites between the two of you. the only issue was the undeniable attraction to her and it didn’t help now having to do her a kind favor. it would go away…. right?

pairing: fem!reader x vi arcane

contains: modern!au, kick-boxer!vi, reader is described to have long enough hair to tie up, reader has a sister named mila, we love gram, vander, isha and jinx mentions <3, nothing but fluff, strangers to friends to lovers:)

word count: 3.5K

a/n: i seriously had so much fun writing this and i am excited to dig into a mini-series with vi. i hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do </3

— ONE

Running your grandmother’s bakery wasn’t easy but it was a light in your life. She taught you tips and tricks of working the large industrial oven, every single one of her recipes, and wiping down the chalkboard to write the specials for the delicious treats.

She was charm personified; somehow able to convince pretty much every person that walked to the pastry shop to try at least one item. You were on the more quiet side, not insanely secluded but you weren’t extroverted. Nice people cracked you open and next thing you knew it, you were shoving a donut into their palms to take home.

It was a bad habit.

It was a slow Thursday in November. You were sweeping the small area of seating, softly asking one of the usual college students that came if they needed anything else. You were just a few streets down from the community college so many people your age would come in for coffee and furiously type on their laptops.

Once you were told they were good for now, you excuse yourself back to behind the counter to adjust the display desserts. You were bent over when you heard the bell over the door echo within the space, shouting ‘welcome in’.

“If you have any questions, just let me know. We have a daily special which is on the blackboard,” you stood back up with a slight grunt from the rush, brushing a few flyaways to kindly smile at the new customer. “Today we have buy one, get one donut free.”

Your eyes slightly widen at the… attractiveness of the customer. You adjust the neckline of your soft brown cable knit sweater to tug out your necklaces, plastering on a friendly smile.

“I actually came in because I was curious about the sign,” she trails off, tilting her head as she shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Do you actually just let people smell the food?”

You let out a soft chuckle as you nod. Your grandfather, one of the only men who had ever tolerated, made the sign for your grandmother the second she mentioned it to him. Now, in all its carved glory ‘Free Smells!’ is hanging underneath the shop's main sign: Sweet Tooth Bakery + Cafe.

“Yeah, my grandma thought it’d be a funny sign to draw people in. Obviously, we don’t let them shove their nose into it or anything,” you shake your head, holding your hand out to the stranger. “Because that’s… unsanitary.”

The pink haired stranger nods with a soft chuckle, stepping back to check out the arrangement of treats in the display case. In that moment of silence, you, as discreetly as possible, check her out. She had on a navy blue cut off sleeve zip-up, a soft white tank top underneath and a pair of grey sweatpants hugging her lower half. Very simplistic outfit but she made it look good.

You think she just naturally looked good. If you stared for long enough, which you embarrassingly did so, you could see markings of ink on the side of her neck and following down the backs of her arms and the smallest etching on her cheek.

“Any suggestions on what to smell first?” She questions, curious eyes bouncing back up to you.

You hum to yourself as you, too, stagger your eyes from pastry to pastry to carefully choose which one you could have her smell.

“Are you a fan of blueberries?” You question with a beaming grin.

“Uh, sure, yeah. Blueberries are good.”

“Then you have to take a whiff of the blueberry danish. It’s one of my favorites.” You offer, pointing to the sweet treat.

The pink haired stranger leans forward, folding her bare arms across her chest. You, again, can’t help your stares as you try to figure out what was exactly dotted into her pale skin. She nods with a shrug, looking at you with a kind smile.

“I’ll give it a whiff, yeah,” she stepped forward so that the glass of the display case was the only obstacle between the two of you.

You can feel your face getting hot as you mutter a bright ‘okay’ to yourself. You bend over once again grab the metal tongs to pick out the danish to place on a ceramic plate. You place it on top of the display case, motioning for the stranger to give it a smell.

Still seeming a bit hesitant that you were playing a joke on her, she leans her face forward so that she is mere centimeters away from the pastry. She inhales a bit, letting out a long sigh as she leans back to look at you.

“Shit, that smells amazing,” she praises the sweet aroma, nodding in satisfaction. “I’ll take it.”

You blink at her before chuckling awkwardly.

“You don’t have to buy the ones you smell. I promise.” You reassure her as you attempt to put the danish back so that you can shove the cranberry-orange muffin in her face.

She’s quick to hold a palm out to stop you, shaking her head. A beautiful smile spreads on her lips, temporarily forgetting how eager you were to show her every single pastry on display.

“I want that one. I swear. Plus, my sister’s going to rush me out of here if I take too long.”

A part of you was disappointed that she was so quick to purchase the first, yet incredibly delicious, treat. You selfishly wanted her to stay for as long as possible. Your grandmother would be on your ass for being so distracted by an attractive customer.

She would give you a clap on the back for making a sale, though.

“Oh, okay. Did your sister want anything?” You offer, itching to find any way possible for her to stay just a bit longer.

The stranger hums to herself for a moment as she examines the rest of the delicious treats. You tilt your head as you grab a small brown paper bag to place the danish into, waiting patiently to see if she was going to pick another item.

To your delighted surprise, she nods as she points to a more simplistic pastry.

“I think this pink donut should be good,” she nods to show certainty.

You grasp onto the sweet treat to slide it into the bag with her danish, trying not to spill a lot of the sprinkles. You seal it closed with a custom sticker with the logo of the shop, typing up her total into the register. The stranger reaches into her sweatpants pocket to pull out her wallet.

“Your total is gonna be $7.89. Cash or card?” You question.

“Card.”

You watch her hand you a simple light blue credit card, grinning as you not-so-discreetly check out her full name on it. Her first name caught your attention. Violet. As you swipe her card, you clear your throat to work up the courage to give her a compliment.

“I love your name. It’s pretty,” you say as you hand her back the card.

The stranger, now known as Violet, smiles small at your words. Her long fingers take the card from you as she slides it back into her wallet.

“Thank you. My, uh, dad named me,” she grins at you.

“Well, he made a very good choice,” you hand her the bag as well, nodding as you try not to appear awkward. “Anything else I can get for you?”

Were you being weird?

“No, no, I’m good,” she chuckles as she crinkles the bag in her palms. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

You nod as you hand her own copy of the receipt, holding onto the half second of the tip of her fingers brushing against yours. You watch her turn her back and leave the shop, eyes never leaving her sculpted back profile. You huff at your behavior once the bell from above the door snaps you out of your small trance, shoving your copy of the receipt into its designated spot.

“She’s cute,” you hear from behind you, causing you to jump and whip your head around.

You’re met with your grandma grinning evilly at you, a little bit of flour smudged on her cheek from her baking in the back.

“Gram,” you sigh as you shake your head, brushing away your loose hairs.

“I’m just saying, bug,” she walks up next to you to rub up and down your arm.

You blush at what she was insinuating. As much as you love your grandmother, she attempted to be your match maker like you were an introverted middle schooler. You were 22 for God's sake. You would make moves and flirt when you felt like it.

“Don’t you have something in the oven?” You raise your eyebrows at her, hoping she’d leave it alone.

“Hey. I could fire you, you know,” your grandma pointed a finger in your face accusingly but her tone was light and a cheeky grin was on her face.

You roll your eyes playfully as you softly bump your hip with hers.

Everyday since Violet came in, you perk at the sound of the bell hoping to see that head of pink hair waltzing in again. Two excruciatingly long weeks pass before you see Violet again.

What was disappointing about seeing her today of all days was that you were working this shift with your 17 year old sister who was… less than thrilled to be working now; especially with you being her superior in a workplace. She, like most teenagers, was yearning to be more independent which meant constantly disregarding your instructions on what to do at work.

You were irritated beyond belief with her constantly arguing with you. You couldn’t even really fully pay attention as Mila smacked your arm with the rag. When you saw her from outside the shop, this time around she came with company. You were in the midst of a bicker with her because she didn’t wipe down a table like you had told her to when you saw Violet coming in with a little girl walking beside her.

You gasp at her childish antics, pinching her arm but then shushing her as you tight-lipped smile at Violet as she approaches the familiar display case. You try not to frown at the sight of her bandaged nose and small bruise sitting right on the apple of her cheek. Her outfit is similar from the last time you saw her except a simple oil-black hoodie with those same joggers. You even saw a bit of wrapped bandages on her hands peeking out from the sleeves.

Was she jumped or something?

“There are only, like, two people here and they’re sitting outside,” your sister whisper-shouts at you, plastering on a fake smile at the new customers. “Hi! Welcome in.”

Violet glances at Mila when she straightens her back, placing a gentle hand on the back of the child’s back to guide her to the display of new and fresh treats for the day. She places her little hands on the glass as she very eagerly bounces on the soles of her worn in dark blue tennis shoes.

“Hi! Violet, you’re back.” You turn to your sister and sneer quietly. “Clean the tables. Now, please.”

Mila gives Violet a once-over and you a narrow glare as she grumbles a ‘fine’ as she rounds the corner to go and wipe down the crumb and dust filled tables.

“Hey. You can call me Vi, by the way. I, uh, was with my sister for the day and she wanted to try this place. I gave her some of my danish and she went crazy.” Violet motioned to the child just a few feet below her, chuckling at her gazing hungrily at the sweets.

“Well, Vi, I’m glad to hear,” you lean your head to the side to get a good look at her sister.

She had a wild head of short waves, a small gap in between her two front teeth. Her outfit made her ten times more adorable; a plain white Henley long sleeve with a pair of overalls. Her big hazel eyes stared at you patiently.

“Hi, cutie. Do you see one that you like?” You question her with a friendly smile.

Her adorable face scrunches up in thought, stepping back to look at her choices. She turns her head to her older sister before pointing at a strawberry muffin and raising her hands to sign what you believe is ASL. You curse yourself for not knowing what she was telling the pink haired stranger.

“She wants to smell the strawberry muffin,” Vi chuckles. “I told her about how you let me smell my danish first before buying it.”

“Okay, I can do that for you. What’s her name?” You question, hoping it didn’t come off as offensive.

“Isha. She doesn’t talk much,” Vi raised a bandaged hand to settle on her light brown waves on her head, ruffling the strands.

“Well, Miss Isha,” you focus your attention on her once again, watching her bounce on the balls on her feet with excitement. You grab your trusty metal tongs to grab the muffin and place it on a soft blue ceramic plate to set it down on the counter area of your register set-up for her to smell. “Here you go. Let me know if you want to smell anything else.”

Your heart grows tenfold as Vi quietly tells Isha to not shove her nose into the muffin, smiling at her sister as she hovers close to the pastry.

“Is she the one who ate the pink donut?” You turn your attention to Vi, raising your brows as you adjust your flyaways from your bubble braid.

Pretty blue eyes flickering to yours, her brows twitch as if she was shocked that you remembered such a minuscule detail.

“No, that was my other sister,” she shakes her head. “Isha was actually very angry with me when I came home with no cupcakes or muffins for her so I’m making it up to her.”

You watch her scrunch up her bruised bridge of her nose for a second as Isha signs something else to her. Vi playfully rolls her eyes with a sigh as she turns to you with another wince.

“Can she eat this now? She has an impatient appetite.”

You chuckle with a nod as you hand the plate to her, muttering a ‘careful, sweetie’ to Isha who beams up at you. She scurries over to a small round table to hop up on the seat to divulge. Now that it was just you and Vi standing in front of each other.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask softly, eyes flicking to each injury on her gorgeous face.

Confused about your concern for her, her brows furrow for a moment. You watch her turn around to make sure Isha was all good, hounding down the muffin with crumbs falling from her mouth to the ground.

“Oh, yeah,” Vi shook her head, waving at you off as she grins sweetly. “I work at a kick-boxing studio and some of the kids can get aggressive. I’m okay, though, trust me. I’ve taken more than a few hits to the head.”

That explains the injuries and the bandaged hands. Of course, she was a kick-boxer. Her physique gave that away but what did you know? Isha was distracted with her muffin so you were able to converse with her, get to know her a little more so your gram would stop asking you if that cute pink haired girl came in again.

“Really? Where at?” You hum.

“It’s like fifteen minutes from here. Why? You want to come see kids beat me up?” She teases, folding her arms over her chest.

You hum with a nod, walking around the counter to place a napkin on the table so Isha could wipe her face to be rid of the sticky crumbs on her face. “Yeah, that’s exactly why. Because I’m a masochist.”

An actual laugh left her plush lips as she shook her head, eyes following you as you face her now. If Gram could see you now. Well, she was probably watching you from the security cameras in the back room with an evil smile.

“You know, I meant to ask. Do you make custom cakes?” Vi leans back to rest her lower back on the countertop where your register was, crossing her legs and shoving her hands into the pocket of her hoodie.

She really just looks like that, you thought to yourself.

“We do, yeah. Is your birthday coming up?” You look at her with raised brows.

Vi shakes her head, pointing to the little girl behind you. “No. Her birthday is next week and my family is throwing her a zoo themed birthday party.”

You awe out loud at the thought.

“That’s so cute. Yeah, I can— I mean, we can do that,” you shake your head as you correct yourself, hoping she didn’t catch your desperate slip-up.

Isha stands up from her table, dusting off the crumbs from her overalls. She walks over to you to hand you the plate, signing ‘thank you’ to you. You pause for a moment before hesitantly signing back ‘you’re welcome’ slowly, not sure if you were doing it right. You knew the basics but weren’t extremely educated on ASL. After today, though, you were determined to brush up on it.

Isha eyes brighten at you signing back to her. She turns to Vi with a smile so wide, you swore her cheeks would split open. She nods down at Isha, ruffling her hair once again as she reaches for her pocket to retrieve her wallet.

“Shit, sorry, how much do I owe you for the muffin?” Vi shuffles through the bills in her wallet.

“No, no. You’re… good. Don’t worry about it.” You wave her off, shaking your head.

Vi pauses before scoffing, attempting to shove the money into your palms. “I’m paying for the muffin.”

“Seriously. It’s one muffin, Vi. Plus, a little early birthday present for Isha.” You shove the bills into her hands once again, gripping onto her hands to make sure she doesn’t try to give them back.

Vi glances down at your gentle hands around hers. Reluctantly taking the money back, she takes the bills before shoving them back into the crease of her wallet. You try not to focus on how slightly bigger her hands were from yours; how surprisingly soft her knuckles were.

Isha seems to become impatient now with her elder sister, reaching up to tug on two of her fingers. Vi nods down to her, muttering a soft ‘okay, okay’.

“Thank you for that, by the way. And if it's not too much trouble for you, cupcake, can I get your number?” Vi questions as she takes Isha’s hand in hers. “You know, for any questions about what the cake should look like and what flavor it could be.”

Your brows furrow at her words before nodding, pursing your lips to repress the smile creeping onto your face. Cupcake. You like that nickname coming from her lips.

“Right! Yes, um,” you walk over to the counter to grab a sticky note and a pen to scribble down your personal number. “Here. Call or text me with all the information.”

You place the small yellow piece of paper into her palm that wasn’t holding Isha’s. She takes it in between her pointer and middle fingers, nodding with a confident smile.

“I will. See you, cupcake.”

“See you, Vi. Bye, sweetheart,” you bend down ever so slightly to wave at Isha.

The adorable girl waves her free hand at you with a just as cute toothy smile on her face. You excused it as a sugar rush as they walk away from you, hand in hand as they leave the store. Vi turns her head to give you one more glance before Isha is tugging her down the sidewalk.

Mila angrily stormed up to you the second they left and raised her hand with the rag to smack you on the forearm. You gasp and snatch the weapon away from her, pointing a finger in her face.

“What the hell? Stop hitting me with this,” you sneer.

“I’m wiping down tables and you’re flirting? How the hell is that fair?” Mila quips back as she folds her arms in front of her chest.

“I wasn’t flirting. I was taking a cake order, by the way, so you can stop whining.” You roll your eyes as you walk back around to the counter.

Mila sucks in a deep breath before shaking her head.

“Really? So what was that whole,” your sister cleared her throat, sucking in a deep breath. “Giving her your personal number when you could’ve just given her the store's number?”

You pause your movements of wiping down the counter from behind the register, thinking about it for a moment. You knew why. You just hated your sister being all in your business.

“Okay, what is it to you?” You get defensive. “I can’t… make new friends?”

Mila merely snorts before rolling her eyes.

“Sure. You definitely only want to be friends with her.”

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pac: your future spouse

pile one

personality

judgement + six of swords + four of swords

Your future spouse is someone that is very popular. They could be well-known in their community, or they have a lot of close friends. 

Your future spouse is very family-orientated. They could be extremely close to their family, and they may often think heavily about having a family one day. They desire to one day have a big family of their own.

Your future spouse may struggle to slow down in their daily lives. They are always on the go, never knowing when to stop and take a break. They are very determined and resilient. 

Your future spouse displays the characteristics of a extrovert and introvert (ambivert). They like to socialize and can possibly enjoy being around others. They are very outgoing and enjoying meeting new people. They are also someone who doesn’t mind having alone time and taking the back sit to listen and observe others. 

Your future spouse is relatively laid back. They have a very calm, yet peaceful demeanor. They are likely someone who needs peace and quiet, or simply time alone to reflect from time to time, so try not to take it personally, and allow them to come to you when they are ready. You could probably perceive your spouse at detached and cold at times, but it’s mostly because they value time alone to reflect. They are not one to argue, they rather take space, and think over the situation from a logical standpoint and come back to revisit the situation from a calmer and rational standpoint with solutions on how resolve issues and conflict.

Your future spouse is very well-rounded. They are very interested in learning from different places and situations. They love to travel, or have traveled to many places in their lifetime before meeting you. 

They are very resilient and accept challenges with grace. They are not one to dwell on their issues, but whether likes to problem solve and learn from their experiences. This person appreciates self-reflection or the idea of constantly improving themselves. They rarely like to stay the same, and always open to whatever changes life brings their way. 

Your person is definitely a natural born leader. Your person understands their personal power and are able to inspire those to follow them. Your person has a silent, yet commanding presence and confidence that can be seen as intimidating, yet intriguing. They definitely embody “alpha” male or dominant energy. 

Your future spouse is very intelligent, sociable, and a great communicator. They value and appreciate communication. They enjoy being stimulated intellectually and enjoy picking people’s brains. They can be rather detached and aloof at times. They are a very rational person, they rely on logical reasoning rather than depending on emotions when it comes to dealing with any situation thrown their way. They could even sometimes be an over-thinker and often deal with their emotions by internalizing them. They may even struggle with anxiety, stress, depression, or may struggle with their mental health.

their astrological sign

This can apply to their sun, moon, rising, venus, or mars in their chart. This can also apply for synastry as well.

Cancer

Leo

Sagittarius

Capricorn

Gemini

Libra

Aquarius

Scorpio, Plutonian influence / aspects, 8th house placements

Air Dominant

Pisces, Neptunian influence / aspects / 12th house placements

physical appearance

three of wands • knight of swords • page of cups

Your future spouse is very attractive, or seen as conventionally attractive. They could have softer to slightly angular features. 

Your future spouse’s hair stands out, so they could have a unique texture, style, or length, or hair color. For some, they could have locs or a faded haircut.

Their eye color could range from hazel, brown, dark brown, to grey with long beautiful lashes.

Tall in stature, or can appear taller (longer legs with a long torso).

Your future spouse is of mixed heritage or has an ambiguous appearance. 

Your future spouse has a muscular or toned figure. They take great pride in their physical appearance. Your future spouse likes to workout, stay active, and is even health conscious, or mindful of what they consume. 

Your person has a casual or laid back aesthetic / style, but they always look stylish and appear as they take care of their appearance. They may like neutral to darker tone colors, like blue, white, and black. They may enjoy wearing more athleisure clothes, informal, yet comfortable clothes, like t-shirts, jeans, sneakers, or smart casual style. They are very creative when it comes to styling themselves, or their style could be seen as creative, or they know how to make their style more unique and right for them at the same time. I am also picking up a bookish aesthetic , so this person has an academia/preppy style. They could wear glasses to make themselves appear more intelligent, even though they are without them.

Your future spouse is relatively younger in age, or they have a very youthful appearance, even if they are the same age as you or older when you meet.

They could have a very mysterious, detached, and aloof appearance when you first meet them. They could have a RBF, or can seem a bit standoffish or nonchalant upon your initial meeting, but deep down this person is very much a sweetheart and loving as you get to know them. 

their love languages

five of pentacles • strength • knight of cups

Your future spouse seems to embody most of the five love languages when it comes to expressing their love for / to you, and how they want you to express their love to them, but these are a few of their main love languages.

gift giving

Your future spouse will want to show their love for you by buying you gifts. They will buy you things that you have had your eye on for quite some time, or even buy you things that remind them of you. Expect flowers, buying your favorite snacks / foods, following you around Target, Ulta, Sephora, carrying your items in the cart for countless hours, and end up paying for everything in your basket. Everyday will feel like Valentine’s Day with them.

words of affirmation

Your future spouse will try their best to compliment you, or even saying encouraging words to you in good and bad times, specifically when you are feeling down. They will know just the right words to say to help you feel motivated and like yourself again. They will tell you how proud they are of you, how grateful they are for you, how special you are to them, giving you the strength to keep going. This person will send you “good morning texts, or even so as much to write you a letter/poem, expressing their love for you. Telling you how beautiful you look and constantly gassing you up. Pouring love and life into you endlessly.

quality time

Your future spouse will want to spend quality time together. They will almost always want to have you to themselves. They will schedule date nights or even random romantic getaways, so the two of you can focus on each other and making the love that you share stronger. They will always be down to try new things with you and be invested in anything you do. They definitely crave intimacy with you, so expect a lot of deep conversations, looking deeply into each other’s eyes, laughter, and smiles as you connect on an intimate level.

their profession

king of pentacles & the lovers

Your future spouse is very passionate about their job. Your future spouse loves their job or the particular career path they are in. They feel like the career that they are currently at when you meet them is/was apart their purpose or is something they were always meant to do.

For some, your future spouse could have a career in the following:

Actor / Actress 

Singer / Musician

Advertiser 

Dancer 

Influencer / YouTuber

Athlete / Sports Agent 

Works with children  

Teacher / Professor  

Professions that requires a PhD, master’s degree, or certification

Lawyer 

Judge 

Truck driver / Chauffeur / Mechanic / 

Salesperson  / Telemarketer

Traveling advisor / Agent 

Counselor  

Accountant (CPA) / financing / Stockbroker

Writer

 

Your future spouse could be an entrepreneur, so they could own their own business, but I do see that they could work with another person, like a business partner. This could be a friend of theirs, coworker, family (brother, sister, mother, father, etc) . They could also go into business with you, if it resonates. If your future spouse doesn’t own their own business, then they work at a firm or corporate job, where they could be a manager, supervisor, CEO, or even a COO. Your future spouse is very hardworking. They do not take any shortcuts when it comes to his/her line of work. They are ambitious and disciplined, which has helped them reach their career goals and achieve longevity in their career. They are very confident, dependable, charismatic, successful, patient, and business savvy. They seem to make great amount of money and is able to live a comfortable and possibly luxurious lifestyle before and after meeting you. Your future spouse may be required to travel for work.

how will they treat you

Your future spouse is a complete gentleman, very chivalrous. They are the type to open the door for you, walk on the opposite side of the street, offer to pay the bill, carry your things, and treat you with respect like the lady you are. They have a very masculine presence to them, so this person will definitely wear the pants in the relationship, but not in an ultra toxic masculinity way. They believe in being an old-fashioned gentlemen, someone who provides for and protects his lady and his family. A leader who knows what he wants and someone that you can follow  with certainty and confidence and also be someone that you can look up to.

two of cups + ace of swords

Your person will be absolutely in love with you. You are not only the love of their life, but you are their best friend. They trust, love, respect, and adore you all at once. Your person will always ensure that you always feel loved and that you never have to question their intentions, they will always be honest and upfront with you, so there is no room for any doubts or concerns. They also have a high emotional intelligence, so they will try their best to resolve any misunderstandings, try their best to understand your feelings, properly manage their emotions in every situation, and listen to your concerns. They will always strive to keep this connection together, no matter what the both of you go through, they would rather go through it with you together than alone. 

the hierophant + six of cups

Your future spouse has a conventional sense of love and relationships. Your future spouse values stability and will try their best to ensure that you and them go the long haul. They are a provider, so they feel as that it is their duty to provide for you and give you everything you could ever need and want, and they take great pride in being able to support and provide for you in anyway they can. They envision building a long and happy future with you. They want spend every moment of their lives with you, creating long-lasting memories that the two of you can reminisce when you are old and grey. The movie, The Notebook comes to mind as I channel. You are this person home, their safehaven, and their safety net. If you two plan to have children in the future, they are eager to have a huge family with you. They feel like you two would make excellent and loving parents. They see as someone that they can grow with and learn from. For some, your future spouse could be very religious as well, so this is how they was brought up that will determine how they will treat you.

queen of swords + the emperor

Your future spouse will be fiercely protective of you. They will be as your own personal security wherever you go. Your safety and level of comfortability matters to your person and is their upmost priority. They will never allow anyone to disrespect you by any means. They are loyal to you to a fault and will always be there for you when you need them and fighting by your side against the obstacles that come your way. They also will value your opinion and guidance, and be there for you when you are in need of guidance and support. Your future spouse also values your opinions and will likely come to you when they need guidance or advice. 

their sexual style

I am not going to lie, your future spouse gives me heavy Christian Grey or even Massimo Torricelli vibes. They are pretty intense and embodies the “classic dom” vibe with ease. You will find them to be intimidating, yet intriguing. Your future spouse’s sexual style is very controlled, dark, and kinky in nature. They prefer to be in control when it comes to sex, no matter what. “I’m the boss” is what I intuitively heard. They want to be one in command, never the other way around. The only time they will ever fall to their knees is when it comes to pleasuring you. They are determined to have whatever they want and it must be to their liking and standards at all times. I do sense they will likely choose what they want you to wear and simply want you to always look your best for them, and only them. Your future spouse is very composed and chivalrous. They will always treat you with the upmost respect in public, but behind those bedroom doors, lies a different story. “Welcome to my Pride Lands” is what I intuitively heard. Once you enter into their world, there is no turning back, and you will automatically belong to them and obey their every command. I also get the feeling that your future spouse likes your innocence, this can be your lack of experience or you have this essence of “innocence” to you that they find not only appealing, but something they need to protect for some reason. It’s kinda difficult for me to understand, as I channeled the message, but that is what I picked from their energy. They like how modest you are, you stand out amongst any other person they have ever been with in the past . “It’s different with you”. It’s something about you that makes this person want to be a better version of themselves for you. I intuitively thought of Beauty and the Beast, and how Belle was able to change the Beast’s heart because she saw beyond his ferocious and cold nature, and able to bring out a much gentler and compassionate side out of him. You have somehow managed to tame their inner beast. 

keywords

wining & dining • Under The Influence by Chris Brown • bondage / bdsm • lipstick stains • everything about you is scrumptious, I love how you taste on my lips and tongue • I want you in the worst way • High For This by The Weeknd • “i find you to be intoxicating” • surrender yourself to me • pain & pleasure • safe words • trust me, I would never hurt you • office sex • hung • reciprocal and mutual effort • handcuffs • Playing Dangerous by Lana Del Rey • fantasy girl • Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd ft Lana Del Rey • make a good girl turn bad • mascara running & smeared lipstick • lingerie / slip dress • silky sheets • Dance For You by Beyoncé • escapism • all is fair in love and war • anal play • “I want to feel your guts” • “who’s in control” • fighting their urges • Private Show by T.I. ft Chris Brown • love and honor you as a wife, but fuck you like a mistress • the art of seduction • releasing inhibitions • lady in the streets, freak in the sheets • conquest • S&M by Rihanna • “who’s your daddy” • sexual tension • Wild Side by Normani • harmonizing / in sync with one another • drunk sex • student and professor • First Fuck by 6lack ft Jhené Aiko • begging and longing for me • hot candle wax • boss & secretary • dolled up for me • recreating porn scenes • Dreams, Fairytales, and Fantasies by ASAP Ferg ft Brent Faiyaz • NDA • temperatures rising • intense stares • bending over the desk • foot fetish • Fifty Shades Darker (movie) • foot jobs • asphyxiation kink • rich sex • fucked senselessly • “all good comes to those that wait” • our little secret • high standards • power struggles • survival of the fittest • Ain’t Love ft Blackbear • Scandal (tv show) • don’t kiss and tell • In the Closet by Michael Jackson • Romantic Lover by Eyedress • grabbing by the waist • until the last man stands • playboy • Bambi eyes • “your body is a work of art” • Wolf on Wall Street (nursery scene) • sex by the fireplace • kiss on the hand • deep penetration • voice like an angel • show no mercy • Daphne & Simon (Bridgerton) • pinning your arms down above your head • looking up at you as they eat you out • “don’t cum, until I tell you to” • jazz music as we slow dance in the dark • “is this okay” • Partition by Beyoncé • burying your head in the pillow • Get On Your Knees Ariana Grande ft Nicki Minaj • lap dance • Whatever You Want by Tony Toni Toné • subtle whispers • ripped shirts and stockings • grind on me  • waking up soar • keep up with me • “I fuck hard” • legs over the shoulders • dragging their thumb across your pretty little lips • fuck you in the mirror •   elevator scene (Fifty Shades Darker) • biting lips • punish me • “you see right through me” • Purple Kisses by The Dream • Hades & Persephone

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personality

four of wands • the devil • wheel of fortune (rx) • ace of cups

Your future spouse is very free spirited. This person doesn’t like to follow the rules, they rather go with flow and march to the beat of their own drum. They love a good time and are very spontaneous, always down to do something fun and exciting.

Your future spouse is a happy-go-lucky. They are someone that is always happy or always seems to have a smile on their face. You will rarely see them sad, and if they are sad, they will never show it, or find a way to make themselves happy again. 

Your future spouse has the gift of gab, they are very sociable and can socialize for hours. They can be a bit of an instigator and often can be a bit of a gossip at times, which can sometimes get them into trouble. 

Your future spouse is the life of the party. They love to have fun and will always bring happiness and excitement wherever they go. Your own personal hype man/woman. 

Your future spouse is very independent and enjoys their freedom. They could be their own boss, because they don’t like to be told what to do by anyone and tied down to one specific thing. 

Your future spouse can be a bit excessive at times. They can overindulge in many things that can lead them to making reckless decisions and losing control of themselves. They are the “go big or go home” type of person. 

Your future spouse may have control issues, they feel need to have control over people, things, and situations in their life. They don’t like change and highly stubborn against their own benefit. This person could struggle to change their ways because they simply aren’t ready to change or hate the idea of starting over.

Your future spouse could struggle with some inner demons when you meet them. They have a lot of unresolved issues from their past that they have not released and healed which makes them act in negative ways. This person will possibly have to do some maturing and growing before they married you, or they will be working through these issues before or after meeting you.

Your future spouse beyond their inner darkness, they are truly a sweet and caring person. They have the biggest heart that often gets taken for granted. They are very empathetic and kind to others. They are also a very creative and intuitive being. They can also be a bit emotional and sensitive at times. 

Your future spouse is athletic or loves to stay active.

their astrological sign

This can apply to their sun, moon, rising, venus, or mars in their chart. This can also apply to synastry as well.

Capricorn

Sagittarius / Jupiterian influence + dominant, 9th house placements

Aries

Leo

Cancer

Pisces

Taurus

Virgo

Scorpio

Libra

Gemini

physical appearance

three of swords (rx) • king of cups • ace of cups

Your future spouse is very attractive. They get attention from many people, and many people may find them very attractive, this could be appearance wise, or something about their personality that makes people gravitate to them. They also attract a lot of jealously from others that may envy their physical appearance.

This person may be African American. They have a medium to darker complexion. 

Your future spouse has an amazing body. They have slim, yet trim physique. They could have a six pack with toned legs and arms. They enjoy playing sports and they are very active. They can be average or tall in height.

Your future person could have the appearance of a heartbreaker, even if they are not a heartbreaker. They are perceived as they could break a lot of people’s hearts, or the stereotypical “bad boy” look. Your person has a “heartthrob” look to him like that are common in those romcoms movies and tv shows. I channeled Aaron Pierre. Your future spouse could have green or hazel eyes. If not that, there is something about their eyes that is captivating (shape, or their gaze). They could have a nice & short neat cut to longer hair. They could have light or darker hair, this could be their natural hair color, or they may have dyed it. They may also have facial hair, this could range from peach fuzz, a mustache, or a goatee. 

Your future spouse could be a bit older than you. They have a mature or wise-looking appearance, even if they are young in age. They appear as if they have a lot of wisdom or knowledge to share. People can easily trust your future spouse. They have an approachable or friendly vibe. They have a warm and inviting smile. A sparkle or glimmer in their eyes, and a calm and laidback presence. 

Your future spouse’s aesthetic could be very masculine. Your future spouse could like a style that allows them to feel free and active, so they could like sporty clothing, or even clothing that makes them look intimidating or even make them feel empowered. I’m channeling ripped jeans, basic tees, leather/biker jacket, varsity jackets, jerseys). They may like clothing that allows them to show off the defined parts of their body. They may like more reddish and darker-toned clothing. They still have a laid-back, yet rugged aesthetic going on. 

They could wear glasses, this could be prescribed or just for aesthetic purposes.

their love languages words of affirmation

Your future spouse is big on communication, so words of affirmations is one of their most displayed love language. A “snake charmer” is what I heard. They will likely send you “good morning” text, words of encouragement, a voice note, or even check on you throughout the day. They may even call you before they go to work, while they are on break, or even call you on their way home. You live rent free in your future spouse’s mind. They often daydream or think about you throughout their day, just waiting for the day to end to see you and be in your lovely presence once more. They will ask you about your day and want to tell you about theirs, especially if they had a bad day or if you had a bad day. “I just needed to hear your voice”. Your person loves to hear your voice, as it puts them at ease every time they hear it. They are so supportive and attentive that they will stay up all night to allow you to vent and release some of that unnecessary stress, if they have to

acts of service

Your future spouse may like to cook, so they will cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the two of you. I’m channeling “breakfast in bed”, so your future spouse will cook you breakfast while you rest in the bed. Cooking is a way they like to express their love and care for you as they believe that “food is a way to a person’s heart and stomach”. I channeled your future spouse surprising you with your favorite food, or even cooking so you don’t have to after a busy and stressful day/week. They may even want to cook together, so don’t worry they will teach you the basics and help throughout the way, so you don’t hurt or make a fool of yourself. They will also cook for you when you are feeling sick to nourish you back to health and after sex to allow you to regain your energy and strength.

quality time

Your future spouse is quite possessive when it comes to you. They want you all to themselves. It’s funny because I’m channeling an image of your future spouse looking like a child being dropped off on their first day of school, begging and crying for their parents to not leave them. They aren’t literally crying, but I see that they long to be with you all the time. I’m also channeling an image of them watching you in amazement as you sleep before they go to work. They feel quite sad when they aren’t in your presence (they may have separation anxiety), so they hate being away from you too long or they start to feel like they are going crazy without you. Your future spouse’s heart and soul bleeds and longs for you more than you will ever know. They like to memorize the way you looked, how you smelled, and how you felt before they depart, as a way of keeping that memory of you alive in their head throughout their day, as a reminder that the two of you will be reunited very soon. 

physical touch

Your future spouse also loves and appreciate physical touch. They remind me of a “golden retriever”, they are going to be all over you because they miss and love you so fucking much, it’s so cute to imagine. They are so affectionate and frisky. They won’t be able to keep their hands off you, if you know what I mean. They are the type to randomly smack and grab your butt, hug you from behind and kiss you on your neck, and give you massages, hugging you tightly like they are afraid to let you go. I intuitively heard, “Like I’m Gonna Lose You” by Meghan Trainor. Just being in your presence brightens their day and makes them so happy, and excited (literally & sexually speaking). I’m channeling an image of the two of you cuddling on the couch or bed, watching a movie, and suddenly losing interest in the movie, as the two of you begin to caress and have a passionate makeout session, that will lead to some well-deserved and enjoyable sex. Hope you are not afraid of a little PDA because your future spouse won’t hesitate showing their love and affection in public, I’m hearing “anytime and anyplace”.

their profession

eight of swords • two of cups

Your future spouse has a career that focuses on helping people work through their insecurities, fears, heal their wounds /traumas. Your future spouse’s career has in a sense help them face and heal their own insecurities, fears, and inner wounds. Your person is very compassionate, empathetic and very likable in their career. They can get along with anyone and always willing to help others in need, they may have people pleasing tendencies, or have a hard time saying no to others. Your future spouse is very in tuned with their masculine and feminine energies. They have great and adequate emotional intelligence. They have a natural ability to understand and understand what people need on an emotional level. They are credited for transforming many people’s lives in some way. 

For some, your future spouse could have a career in the following:

Licensed therapists 

Psychiatrists / Psychologists 

Cosmologist / Cosmetics surgeon

Sex therapist

Spiritual counselor 

Speech pathologist 

Motivational speaker

Massage therapist / chiropractor 

Barber

Personal Trainer 

Social worker

Dentist

Guidance counselor / School Counselor

Teacher / Professor

how will they treat you

Your future spouse is humorous or a jokester. They will always find a way to put a huge smile on your face, even when the both of you have a falling out whether that’s telling you a corny joke or doing something completely silly that will make hard for you to stay mad at them for too long. Your future spouse is so nurturing and caring. They vowed to always be there for you in any way they can. I’m seeing, if you get sick or during your menstrual, they will literally go into doctor mode by making you soup, tea, buying your favorite snacks, cooking meals, doing housework, preparing a bath for you, and even giving you massages to make you feel better. They will literally risk their own health to make sure that you are taken care of first. I’m hearing, “You are my number 1 priority.” 🥹 Your person will never abandon you when you need them the most. Your person would literally give up their lung, kidney, and heart, if they had to. I’m channeling the movie, “Five Feet Apart”. They would give up their life for you in a heartbeat. Travel & adventure is another big deal for your person. They love to explore different places, and cultures. They may desire to experience traveling with you to different countries, cities, states, and continents. For some, you or your future spouse could come from different backgrounds (race/ethnicity, religion, nationality, etc) and the both of you will be interested in learning more about each others cultures, creating a bonding and learning experience for the both of you. Your future spouse is a problem solver, so they will like to resolve any issues and conflict that may come up in the relationship. They much rather talk over things than to go to bed angry. I heard, “I can’t sleep without my best friend”. This person dislikes negativity or when there’s conflict. They will want to immediately work it out and move forward with you, instead of holding onto resentment and anger. It’s giving, “I’m a lover, not a fighter”. Like I legit see you and your future spouse in bed, and you scoot away from them, out of pettiness, they will just pull you closer to them. I just heard “Even if you are mad at me, you still going put your leg around my leg”. They can’t sleep in peace when their “baby” is mad at them.

six of cups + eight of pentacles

Your future spouse will always put in effort to make this connection last for forever. I’m channeling Natalie Cole, “This Will Be ( An Everlasting Love). Your future spouse understands that love requires teamwork, sacrifice, effort, and dedication, and they will try their absolute best everyday to be consistent, no matter what. Your future spouse will feel like you are their “soulmate” and you are the missing piece that they have been searching  and trying to reconnect with for their entire lives. You are this person’s rib. They are in love love with you and they want to spend the rest of their lives with you, creating beautiful memories with you by their side. You will bring so much joy and happiness into your person’s life and they absolutely grateful for your presence in their lives. You heal their inner child and you make them feel loved, safe, and valued, and they always want to return that love and safety in return. They are the type to bring flowers home and pull you in for a long kiss and embrace after work, asking you how your day went, and refusing to be away from you for not a moment longer. The two will be each others’ best friend.

ace of wands + the empress

Your person loves to see you naked. They love everything about your body and find everything about you to be absolutely beautiful and breathtaking . If the two of you don’t have kids at the moment, they will want to get you pregnant ASAP! Your person will not be able to keep their hands to themselves and will want you all for themselves. The relationship that you share with your future spouse reminds me of ASAP Rocky and Rihanna. The sexual tension and chemistry is evident and it’s almost as if no one in the room matters or even exists, but the two of you, like all the two you have to do is lock eyes and it’s immediately time for the two of you to head home to make some passionate love-making. Beside, having the hots for you, I see that you inspire this person to always be a better version of themselves, you bring so much excitement and enthusiasm into their life that they have never felt before. They also intend to inspire you to go after whatever you want in life and to challenge you to become a better version of yourself, as you do for them. Your future spouse treasures you like precious jewels. You are literally the apple of this person’s eye and they want to always shower you with their love and affection that you are deserving of. If they could give you the whole world, they would. “If This World Were Mine” by Luther Vandross ft Cheryl Lynn came to mind.

eight of cups (rx) + chariot

Your person will never give up on you and the love that you share, no matter what obstacles stand in the way. They are willing to always fight by your side through thick and thin because you mean so much to them. You inspire this person to drop their guard to be vulnerable, in ways that no one has ever managed to do. You make them want to take risks that they have never considered before or may have been hesitant about in the past. You inspire this person to confront difficult situations and challenges instead of running away from issues. You make them stronger in ways that they didn’t think they were capable of being resilient. You give them strength to overcome their fears and weaknesses.

their sexual style

Your future spouse’s sexual style is a mixture of many different things. They are pretty adaptable to whatever you are in to. “I’m just here to please you, baby” is what I heard. They are quite vocal about what their sexual needs are and what they expect in the bed room, and they expect you to be the same with them, telling them exactly how they can satisfy your every desire. They know exactly how to switch it up and make the experience magical and memorable. They can be nice and slow, one minute and then rough and fast, the next minute, when it’s necessary. Sex with them will be a total mind-fuck and a regenerative experience. I’m hearing, “this d*ck / p*ssy will change your life”. They are so ballsy, but they are determined to be the only one that can satisfy and handle you like no other person has ever been able to do. They want to make you forget all about those other guys or girls, they don’t exist nor do they matter. I literally see a scenario of them digging deep into you and asking you “who this p*ssy belong to you” and going deeper and deeper until admit and submit to them fully. Best I Ever Had by Drake came to mind. Your future spouse is truly full of surprises, so don’t expect the same things twice. I sense they like the idea of “catching you off guard” and getting right down to business. “Anywhere and Anytime” is what I intuitively heard. They are always wanting to try something new and exciting. They love anything that will give them a rush or an exhilarating feeling. Sex on the balcony. Sex on the beach. Sex on the kitchen counter. Sex in the parking lot. Sex pretty much anywhere, in every single position. There is no limit in the name of pleasure, when it comes to them. Take it if resonates, but your future spouse might have a sex addiction, or maybe they just enjoy and love “sex” in general. I intuitively heard, Freak Like Me by Adina Howard. They need it on a daily basis, if possible. I also channeled that if you and them get into an argument or disagreement, they just going “f*ck the attitude right out of you”. lol, I literally heard, “I love angry sex, that shit turns me on even more”. Not the most healthiest way to solve conflict, but sometimes, they think you just need “to get some” to straighten you out and all will be well in the world. Happy wife, happy life!  Your future spouse is so funny, like they don’t to take nothing too seriously. Your future spouse is not really the type to talk about their honest feelings. I think it makes them uncomfortable to express their deep emotions. “I can show you more than I can tell you”. They like for the sex to be fun and playful, lots of roughhousing, flirting, laughter, dirty talking, and eye contact to fill the space.  After the two of you climax and come undone, I do see that they definitely want to cuddle, while running their fingers through your hair and leaving trails of kisses from your lips to your spine. Talking about each experience afterwards, to get your input on what you liked and disliked and how the two of you can improve for the next time. Although they love to keep it fun and exciting in between the sheets, your person deeply values your opinion and cares about your boundaries in regards to sex, so don’t be shy to communicate your needs and concerns with them ever.

keywords

talking you through it • Earned It by The Weeknd • insatiable appetite • getting it in everyday • I Put A Spell On You by Nina Simone • spanking scene (Fifty Shades of Grey) • giver • “making you feel good, makes me feel good” • healing sex • Erykah Badu effect • boosting my ego • neck grabs and passionate makeout session • Whatever She Want by Bryson Tiller • blindfolding • nobody got sh*t on you • Best in the World Russ ft Bia • tease me • dirty talk • “i love hearing you moan and scream my name” • Big Poppa by Biggie • fingering • “I aim to please” • figuring out what turns you on • Favorite by Nicki Minaj ft Jeremiah • “so what if we get caught” • playing mind games • predator & prey • pillow talk • “I’ll fix that smart mouth of yours” • arguing to fucking • voyeurism • Her Way by PND • multiple orgasms • astral projecting • quickies • Good Love by Anita Baker • around the world • foreplay • Kiss It Better by Rihanna • cuddling after sex • “so tight for me” • No Chill by PND • “that’s it baby, just like that” • “my little slut” swapping roles • Tempo by Chris Brown • ice play • tactile sensations • “just for me” • Final Fantasy by Drake • christening the whole house • mutual masturbation • Mine by Beyoncé ft Drake • sex in random places • Jason’s Lyric (movie) • ass smacking / grabbing • pet names • role-playing • overstimulation • “I know you can take it all” • head game goes crazy • Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift • Orion’s Belt by Sabrina Claudio • energizer bunny • “I like a little challenge” • Ego by Beyoncé • “you fucking with the best” • sit back and enjoy the show • let me take you to ecstasy •  Kundalini awakening • edging • Make Me Proud by Drake ft Nicki Minaj • body worship / praise • The Afternoon by Blackbear • sucking on fingers • studying your facial reactions in awe • French kissing • fingers in my back • gripping the sheets • grips on the thighs, hips, and ass • back scratches • smack prints on the ass • In Those Jeans by Ginuwine • Bed Rock by Young Money ft Lloyd •  Smooth Operator by Sade

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personality

queen of pentacles • the sun • king of pentacles

Your future spouse’s personality is similar to the qualities of a wolf. They are loyal, territorial, intuitive, a leader, protective, and intelligent. They display healthy alpha male vibes and understand and know the power that they possess. Your future spouse is very sure of themselves and who they are. They know their worth and will never chase after anything because they know that what is meant for them will always come to them in due time.

Your future spouse is family oriented. They love their family for some. They may be the oldest, if they have siblings, or they are perceived to be very reliable and dependable by their family members. They desire to have a family one day. For some, your future spouse may have a strained or difficult relationship with his mother in some way. 

Your future spouse is very conscious of their physical appearance. They are very put together and always will take great pride in their appearance, because they believe that appearances matter. They can be a bit self-absorbed or vain at times, but they know how to maintain a healthy balance to keep it under control. They also have a strong and healthy sense of self. 

Your future spouse is extremely extroverted, they love to socialize and be around people of all walks of life. They get along with people pretty well and seem to be liked and envied by many who want to be like them, or possess what they have. Their personality is highly magnetic, warm, friendly, and larger than life. They are confident, optimistic, and have an infectious attitude. People naturally gravitate towards your person, they never have to try too hard to stand out. 

Your person is very refined, mature, reliable, generous, nurturing, supportive, hardworking, trustworthy, wise, down to earth, humble, and patient person. They are strongly in tune with their masculine and feminine side, a very balanced individual. They can be a bit of a homebody at times, and prefer things to be grounded and balanced at times. They may have going through some challenges and hardships throughout their lives, but they never allowed the pain and discomfort that they endured to keep them from having an optimistic outlook on life. 

Your person is very in tuned with their emotions. They can be a bit emotional than what they portray at first. They prefer to keep their emotions under wraps until they have established a stable and secure relationship with people in their lives. Once, they are comfortable with the people in their lives, they can be quite clingy / golden retriever qualities. 

Your person is a powerful manifestor. They are able to manifest things they want in their lives through speaking, chanting, guided meditation or through scripting.

their astrological sign

This can apply for their sun, moon, rising, venus, and mars. This can apply to synastry as well.

Aries

Taurus, Venusian influence / dominant, 2nd house

Virgo

Capricorn

Leo placements, 1st house, Sun influence / dominant

Cancer, 4th house placements, Lunar influence / dominant

Scorpio, 8th house placements, Plutonian / Martian influence / dominant

Sagittarius, 9th house placements, Jupiterian influence / dominant

Aquarius

Libra or 7th house placements

Pisces

Gemini

physical appearance

the star • page of pentacles • the empress

Your future spouse’s hair color could range anywhere between blonde, red, light brown, to dark brown hair. They could have a type 1 or fine hair (fine to thin or thick to course). 

Your future spouse can have hazel eyes, brown, or grey eyes. They have very beautiful and noticeable eyes, whether that’s the color or the shape of their eyes. They have a hypnotic and mesmerizing look in their eyes that will have you swooning and hooked, as if they are looking into your soul. 

Your future spouse has a big or sizable package. If their genitalia is not big, they have aesthetically pleasing genitalia to look at. They are quite fertile.

Your future spouse can be short in height to average height. 

Your future spouse has a beautiful and defined features. They have a defined and sharp jawline, slightly long chin, and narrow forehead. They are very handsome or conventionally attractive. For some, your person may be biracial or mixed raced (White/Black, Afro-Latino, Hispanic/Latino, or White). They have thick brows and lashes.

Your future spouse could have piercings. 

Your future spouse could look like a celebrity or well-known public figure. I channeled a “singer” or “actor/actress”. They have an appearance that captivates people’s attention in some way. They receive a lot of attention or compliments on their appearance on a daily basis. It’s giving “pretty girl/boy” privilege or male model. Their skin is illuminating and clear, beautiful and healthy hair, vibrant eyes, and pretty smile. They also have sex appeal.

Your future spouse could be older than you or they have a very mature appearance in some way. I’m hearing “age like fine wine”, so it doesn’t matter if your person is younger or older, they will only get better with time, they give off dilf vibes. They have a rather muscular / solid built. This person takes care of their health and their body. They like to stay active and in shape. Your future spouse invest in themselves and their appearance, so they will always look presentable and dapper everywhere they go. They always look like they have their shit together, and they mean business. People find them hard to figure out because they don’t seem to share too much about themselves. 

They have an aesthetically pleasing voice or there is something attractive about their neck / prominent Adam’s apple. 

Your future spouse style can embody the “old money” aesthetic. They always look like money, or someone of great importance and prestige. Your person can be very picky and particular when it comes to the clothes they choose to wear and buy. They enjoy timeless and elegant pieces that will never go out of style and last forever. A polished and fine individual indeed. They know how to balance and style appropriately, they never overdo it, but know how to subtly show off their status and prestige. They tend to gravitate towards clothes that make them feel confident and appear strong. The songs I’m channeling are So Fresh, So Clean by OutKast and Suit & Tie by Justin Timberlake ft Jay-Z.

their love languages words of affirmation

Gratitude is the key word when it comes to how your future spouse feels for you. They are beyond grateful and appreciative for your presence in their lives. There aren’t enough words in the all the thousands of language in the world to describe how much you mean to your person. They can’t help but smile when they think about how lucky they are to have you in their lives, like they feel like they hit the jackpot with you in their lives. They value you and the relationship that the two of you built so much, and pray to continue to grow and build with you for all eternity. Your future spouse has no trouble in telling you how much they love and miss you. They will say it a million times proudly, they would even go as far to climb on top of the highest building and profess to the entire world their undying love for you, if they could. Your future spouse is also big on compliments. They will often tell you how beautiful you are and how proud they are of you when it comes to your work ethic or anything you put your mind to achieve. Your future spouse also appreciate compliments, so don’t be afraid to also encourage them and boost their ego. 

quality time

Your future spouse is quite a planner and may enjoy putting time aside and effort to spend some time with you. You will never have to worry about them forgetting anniversaries or birthdays. They will try their best to make time for the two of you in their schedule, even when they have a lot of things going on behind the scenes. You mean a great importance to your future spouse and they will intend that you always have their undivided attention whenever they are with you, not wanting to miss a beat. They pay attention to the littlest details when it comes to planning romantic activities that the two of you can enjoy together. So you can expect romantic getaways, movie dates, dinner dates, and whatever else your future spouse has in store for you. This person’s goal is to unsure that the love between the two of you goes stagnant and that the sparks last forever. I’m channeling Anita Baker, “Caught Up in the Rapture” and Sparks Will Fly, J. Cole ft Jhene Aiko. 

physical touch

Your future spouse is very affectionate. They absolutely love affection and will always crave to be close and intimate with you most of time. I channel that they love hugs, cuddles, or long embraces. They feel so safe when you are in their arms and they want you to feel safe when you are in their arms. I’m hearing “my little baby”. Your future spouse views you as someone they need to protect and shower in love at all cost. They can be a bit clingy at times, but it’s just their way of showing you how much they love and crave to be near you. They are quite gentle and loving when it comes to showing you physical affection, they enjoy building the momentum and intensity rather than rushing the process. 

their profession

ten of cups • three of pentacles • king of wands

For some, your future spouse could have a career in following:

Your future spouse’s career could bring them a lot of happiness and emotional fulfillment. They seem to be very liked and appreciated by their superiors and coworkers, I’m hearing “most valuable worker”.  Your future spouse has great leadership skills and is highly respected in their profession.

Entrepreneur

Environmentalist

Professor

Lawyer

A profession that requires them to network or work in groups or with others.

Construction Worker

Architect

Real Estate Agent

Non-Profit Organizer

Independent contractor 

Digital Marketing 

Your future spouse had to work incredibly hard to get where they are in their career. They may have experienced many ups and downs within their career, but finally found a career path that they were passionate about and inspired them to make a difference, not only in their lives, but for others as well.

Your future spouse may be required to travel for work, I channeled multiple months in the spread, so they are quite busy. 

Your future spouse had to work incredibly hard to get where they are in their career. They may have experienced many ups and downs within their career, but finally found a career path that they were passionate about and inspired them to make a difference, not only in their lives, but others. 

Whatever profession your future spouse is in, they make a decent amount of money. 

For some, your future spouse could possibly be in the public eye or work with notable people. 

how will you they treat you

Your future spouse will treat you as a “lady” or how a women is supposed to be treated. Your future spouse is very respectful when it comes to you, they will never try to disrespect you in anyway. They will never raise their voice or call you names whenever the two of you are at conflict and would rather communicate their thoughts and feelings with you in a respectful manner. They will try their best to listen to you and be receptive to your needs and wants. They want you to make you feel safe to remain in your feminine essence. They will always make sure that the initial spark continues to burn your relationship. You will never get bored with your person. They will do almost anything to keep the chemistry going between the two of you. Spontaneity is your future spouse’s middle name and fun is their game. They always want you to know that they are extremely attracted to you through their words and actions. They will make it feel like it’s the very first time throughout your connection.

queen of cups + nine of cups

Your person will be so nurturing, loving, supportive, and caring towards you. They genuinely want to make you happy and give you everything that you deserve and could possibly want. You will your future spouse so happy and adore you so much you. They feel like they won the jackpot ( I’m channeling I Won by Future ft Kanye West). You are everything your spouse manifested or ever wanted in partner. They will always remain faithful and loyal to you, as long as you reciprocate as well. They will always be there to support and lend a hand whenever you need them. They will always celebrate you, your accomplishments, and give your flowers. You satisfy and bring so much happiness and joy in your future spouse’s life and for that they are super grateful for you. 

knight of swords + ace of swords

Your future spouse will always keep it real with you. They will never lie to you or withhold anything from you. They want the relationship between the two of you to be honest and progressive. They want to find solutions to any issues that the two of you encounter, rather than dwell on the problem. Your person is also very protective of you, they will not allow anyone to disrespect you and will defend you, if necessary. They will not be afraid to confront any issues and are mature enough to hold themselves accountable if they did anything wrong when appropriate. They also want to serve as an inspiration for you to go after whatever you want and to accomplish what you want. 

four of wands + six of cups

Your future spouse wants to build a stable foundation for the two of you. They want to build and enjoy a happy family life and will desire to grow an even strong bond with you. They want to have fun with you and build beautiful and carefree memories together. They want to reach every milestone with you and even grow old and die right by your side. They want to look back on the past as a reminder of what the two you have been able to overcome and achieve together. 

their sexual style

Immediately , I got the vibe that your future spouse will be away from you a lot, this could apply if they are require to travel for work months on end . To keep the connection solid and fun between you and your spouse, I channeled a lot of steamy phone calls, text, and photos being exchanged between you and them. Cyber sex is very prevalent in this reading. I definitely see you sending explicit photos or videos to your person while they are away to keep their mind spinning and longing for more. I heard intuitively a “ little forget me not” I see an image of you showing them a new lingerie set that you just bought and mercilessly teasing them, and this literally driving them overboard with lust and the urge to rush back home to have their way with you. I am also seeing lots of masturbation as well, together or whenever they are missing you and craving, they like to look and relieve themselves to your photos and videos when they are alone at night. I also pick up there is a lot of doubt and fear surrounding, if your person is being unfaithful while they are away, or this is their fear when it comes to you, but i sense, you or your future spouse have nothing to worry about. “I Only Have Eyes For You by The Flamingos just came to mind, as I channeled how they feel about you. Your future spouse believes that you are their soulmate, their true love, and their one and only. I intuitively heard, Forever My Lady by Jodeci. Your future spouse really hates the distance between you and them, and they are undoubtedly regretful and apologetic that they haven’t spent enough time with you as they would like, but they plan to make up for lost time and give you everything you have been missing. “Get ready to back all that sh*t up” is what I channeled. Take it if it resonates, but your future spouse may need reassurance from you at times, during intimate moments. Your future spouse tends to overthink when it comes to pleasuring you . They want to pleasure you, but sometimes, they think they aren’t doing enough or they don’t know exactly how they make you feel. They try to look for some type of signal from you and are more than open to listen and learn what your desires are. I sense that they tend to be the initiators most of the time, but there is a message of them wanting you to initiate and take the lead for a change.  The reason for this is because they want the both of you to be on the same page and connected in every aspect, emotionally, sexually, mentally, and spiritually as well. 

keywords

Until the End of Time by Justin Timberlake ft Beyoncé  • let’s take our time, we got all night • feeding you grapes • licking chocolate off you • Soon As I Get Home by Faith Evans • making up for lost time • they like you in red • shower sex • “suck it, while you me look in my eyes” • “I’ll show you how much I missed you” • fuck you until we both come undone • Make It To The Morning by PND • backshots • FaceTime calls • daddy’s home • sex playlist • Tonight by Summer Walker • flashbacks • the sounds of making love • sensual lover • “do you have any idea how much I love and miss you” • sex toys • high sex drive • going for rounds • “I’m going to give you a night you won’t ever forget” • ride my face • “who you belong to” • food play • Kama Sutra • You Know How To Make Me Feel So Good by Harold Marvin & The Blue Notes • tell / show me exactly what you want, and I’ll do it • setting the mood • connecting to the senses • slow and gentle caressing • The Closer I Get To You by Donny Hathaway ft Roberta Fleck • wet dreams • touching with intention • paying attention your body signals • “I can never get enough of you” • slow and steady wins the race • Electric by Alina Baraz ft Khalid • don’t hold back, any longer • experimenting with new things • neck kisses • hands tangled in your hair • sexting • tracing fingers • memorizing your body • deep and endless breathing • build up • sexual frustration • moaning and groaning • “I miss your scent” • don’t get shy now • Drunk in Love ( Jay-Z verse) • cum over and over again • You Should’ve Wore Your Bonnet 21 Savage ft Brent Faiyaz • sex tape• NSFW • Neighbors Know My Name by Trey Songz • back massages • Recognize by PND ft Drake • burning with desire • I want to hold you tight and never let go  • interlocking hands  • flavored lubricants • You Be Killin Em by Fabulous • bubble bath together • holding your hair while you suck it  • squirting • cum play  • have my babies  • Love to Love You Baby by Donna Summer • Water by Tyla • wet sheets • Bonjour by NO1-NOAH ft Summer Walker

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How can you reconcile being a fan of Snape and defending him so much, while also knowing about the terrible attitude he has as an adult toward his students? This isn’t a malicious question,I’m genuinely curious

I don’t justify Severus’ behavior, I simply understand it. And it’s not for the typical reasons like Harry being a copy of James, or Neville being clumsy, or Hermione being insufferable in class, or just because he can’t stand kids. I understand it because, in my view, Severus is still very much a child.

Take Sirius, for example. We can all see that being locked up in Azkaban for so many years essentially froze his life at a young age, so even though he’s old enough to have grey hairs down there, he still acts like a childish, immature person a lot of the time. And well, that’s exactly what Sirius is—an immature kid. He never had the opportunity to have experiences or grow throughout his twenties. Maturity doesn’t come with age alone but through everything we go through during that time and the experiences that shape us. Without those experiences, there’s nothing to build on.

Severus’ case is different from Sirius’, but it also stems from a lack of maturity and the inability to grow. Severus was a victim of violence from childhood, and that violence didn’t end—it continued throughout his school years. After all that torment, instead of leaving Hogwarts, telling everyone to screw off, and starting a new life where he could rebuild emotionally, he ends up trapped in the same school, playing a role to maintain his cover with pureblood families and burdened with having practically sold his soul to Dumbledore. He has no space to heal, no tools to work through his traumas, and no safe, healthy environment to grow into an adult. Severus is stuck in his adolescence, haunted by his past, his traumas, and totally incapable of managing his most visceral emotions. Sure, he’s great at faking it, acting indifferent, and wearing a mask to hide what’s going on inside. But just because he’s good at repressing doesn’t mean he’s good at managing his emotions, because in that regard, he fails completely. I mean, there are so many moments throughout the saga where Severus gets triggered, and every time it happens, his serious, unflappable façade crumbles, and he acts like a kid throwing a tantrum, someone with unresolved anger issues. That’s when you see that, deep down, he doesn’t know how to handle himself, which makes sense because he never had the chance to do so. We’re talking about an abuse victim who, instead of processing and exorcising his demons, had to lock them away and throw away the key—literally the last thing you should do when dealing with trauma.

What I’m getting at is that, on one hand, it’s reasonable to expect an adult to act like an adult. But on the other hand, as I grew older, went through years of therapy, and worked with people who come from messed-up backgrounds and have lived through terrible things, when I revisited the series and saw certain scenes where Severus is being an absolute jerk to his students, I didn’t just see an adult acting out. I saw the teenager he once was, insecure, feeling worthless, scared in the hallways. And now, for the first time, he’s in a position of power where he can say what he thinks and lash out without consequences. It’s not an adult acting here—it’s a kid who never grew up, trying to have the moment of glory he never had. It’s incredibly childish. And I have to say, I really like this aspect of his character because it’s so consistent with his backstory, even though it’s clearly irresponsible and abusive.

Severus shouldn’t be a teacher because someone who hasn’t matured, grown, or healed can’t be a role model, nor do they have the tools to properly handle situations where it’s so easy to project their insecurities and abuse their authority to compensate for their own shortcomings. But we can’t really expect anything else from him—if he were a well-adjusted adult, it would make him an unrealistic character. It’s impossible for someone with his background, without professional help and many years of personal work, to function properly in an environment like that.

[somegirlontheinternet135]

I didn't expect a post about a dating sim x click & point adventure game with The Beasts to be this popular but. . .

*random gestures*

So here you go, some thoughts & features that could be added to this weird fangame I conjured up!

(tw: long)

~General~

The world that the player teleported into heavily mirrors the land of beast yeast, complete with each of the landmarks which the beasts resign in. One exception however is at the center of this mysterious land is a forest of silver trees, which surround a strange alter of six stone standing pads, five little stones around a much larger stone in the middle (wonder what that's about?)

Somewhere amidst the silver woods is a mysterious grove, a grove filled with lilies. If adventurous enough, the player can explore the grove, but be warned, for not only do the scent of lilies cause drowsiness and the possibility of passing out, but lilies aren't the only thing that the land houses. The grove is peerless maze, so the player must enter with caution

The story length will be similar to how Obey Me is set up (divided into different chapters) with the first three to four chapters introducing the Beasts

There's no "canonical" choice of who'll you'll end up with, that's entirely up to the player. Another choice the player will have is whether the relationships can be platonic or romantic

Although many MCs are mostly left blank slates, I want the player in the sort of grey area between having an actual personality but leaving details vague enough to leave people guessing. Think the MC from "Obey Me" crossed with Yuu from "Twisted Wonderland" And you know many MCs are often nice and kind-hearted, well sorta throw that out the window bc we're doing something special(snarky, sarcastic, brutality honest, and filled with trust issues)

There's only snippets of what the player physically looks like(trust me, this'll be important later)

It's also important that the player has zero memory of entering the world they were basically isekaed into, something which the beasts learn one way or another. . .

The player will receive several petnames from the beasts, ranging from simple ones like "dear" or "sweetheart," to petnames relating to mice and other rodents(ie: "Little Mouse," "Pika," even "Pipsqueak")

In the game, the day-night cycle plays a big role in the gameplay. You'll be allowed to roam and explore as much as you want, but at night, you're given the choice of whether you should go to bed or keep exploring. If the player chooses to continue exploring, they'll be met with an energy meter, which increases when you sleep and decreases when you don't. With a full bar, the player can explore a total of five times, and once that meter runs out, they get too exhausted and fall asleep

Now would be a good time to mention the player's different bedrooms. They rotate based on the location, but they're meant to be a sort of safe space for the player, it's also the area where they pick up an important item: A journal

The journal functions very similarly to a scribble board and an actual notebook but serves one purpose, to allow the player to take notes on certain puzzles. Different puzzles are scattered across the landmarks, some are extremely difficult and require one to jot notes

I also like to think the player would receive a variety of tools during their journey and will each be essential. Which would lead the player to carry a bag to hold said items

For the purpose of the story, the player is able to respawn if they die. Remember the alter in the silver tree forest, they wake up there like nothing happened, although they do still retain the memories of said death

The player will engage in several minigames, the most common of them being a cooking style game where you prepare meals and ones where your using certain tools. Whilst the click & point portion consists of the player exploring the different areas & interacting with their surroundings

As a bonus, the player is gifted different outfits from the beasts, each one corresponding to the beast, their interests, and their theme

~Shadow Milk~

In the many eyes of Shadow Milk, the player is the only cookie he's seen in a while, so it's obvious he'd want them to be his audience, if you ever so chose to be. They get the option of asking more & trying to convince him on letting them have a turn in performing, which he'll have different reactions to

*You're reading the scripts of one of Shadow Milk's plays, in awe at the material. You compliment his work, making him all the more flattered*

"Oh I love acting! Your script is amazing, could I try acting some things out?"

*Hearing the question, Shadow Milk snatches the script from your hands. He almost snaps at you*

"What? No, of course not!"

"I'm sorry my dear, I adore your praise but. . . we've already established who the audience is! It's the key tool of any actor's career, and without that, we'd just be two actors with no one to entertain. . ."

"Besides, I think you'd have trouble trying to impress such a seasoned performer like myself~"

Despite his condescending comments, he slowly begins to let you act out small skits as their relationship with him becomes stronger, and he begins to cave

Shadow Milk has several references to acting, the stage, and plays, it would be a sin to not give this man a rhythm game. Similar to already existing rhythm games like "Rhythm Heaven" or the rhythm game portion in "Obey Me"

Every task, no matter how minimal or simple, becomes way more difficult with Shadow Milk. If you're just as much as a theater kid as he is, his need for literally everything to be a grand, exaggerated, obnoxious spectacle, especially around the player, is strong. Half the time, things don't go his way & he winds up making a mess, messes which the player is forced to clean up

Also, most everything he does requires a quick "costume change" thems the rules. He's cooking you breakfast? He's wearing a bright pink apron with frills and a heart-shaped pocket. You get hurt and scrape your knee? Here comes Dr. Shadow Milk in his doctor's uniform and stethoscope. The two of you are getting ready for bed? You'll be seeing him in striped pajamas, an extremely long nightrobe, fuzzy slippers and a sleep mask, including hair curlers

There will absolutely be no sneaking out on his domain, not on his watch! Shadow Milk, with his abilities, is a living security system, and reacts heavily to sound. So one snap of a twig or step on some creaking floorboards and it's over!

"*Ahem!*"

*A freakishly familiar voice is heard from behind you. Breaking into a sweat, you slowly turn around, the smallest part of you wished it wasn't who you thought it was. . . But as luck would have it, you didn't know any other crazy entertainers. . . Sure enough, it was exactly who'd you expected to see, Shadow Milk stood in front of you, arms crossed and everything*

"Just where do you think you're going?"

*You try playing it cool, although sweating a bit*

"Oh hey Shadow. . . I was just about to head out and-"

"Head out? At this time?!"

"I-I'm not gonna be gone for too long! I'll come right back after promise- *ah!*"

*Shadow Milk had already scooped you up, carrying you bridal style*

"That's quite enough! I can't have my only audience member getting drowsy during one of my shows, now can I?~"

*You were embarrassed beyond belief, even more once he started walking you to your room, and abruptly boops you on the nose*

"It's off to bed with you little mousey!~"

". . . ok(;w;). . ."

He takes much pride & joy in inconveniencing the player, purely for his own entertainment. What makes it worse is that he'll always find some sort of excuse, saying how it's "to punish them" and "to teach them how to do it right," just some of the lies they have to deal with

And that's not all, you think he started there? nope! He started lying to the player the second the two of them met. Seeing the player scared and alone in his domain, he didn't miss an opportunity to mess with the player's head. Fortunately, this does change as you begin to get closer with him, he starts being more open with the player

The outfit Shadow Milk gives the player is, although the tackiest thing on earthbread(if the player decides that it is), the most practical of the outfits they'll receive. It has a sort of German fairytale vibe to it, covered head to toe in ruffles, lace, bells, overly detailed designs, and of course, colored blue. It looks like, feels like, and is a costume, but despite its cheesy appearance, it's easy to run & move in

Out of all the beasts, Shadow Milk is the one who cares the most for the player's physical well-being. He's always making sure the player's eating enough, getting sleep, and most importantly, is happily entertained. It's been far too long since he was able to put on his plays, and he's gonna make sure they have the ability to sit through them

All and all, Shadow Milk is a well-meaning, all be it annoying, roommate

~Eternal Sugar~

She was always keen on learning most of the trickster's secrets, so finding out about the player, she became both upset yet understanding. Shadow Milk was the Cookie of Deceit after all

Regardless, Eternal Sugar found it quite unfair of him to keep them all to himself, and took it upon herself to steal the player away, via using one of her clouds

*While wandering by yourself within Shadow Milk's domain, you peer up at the unearthly, but normally blue sky, to see what seemed to be clouds suspiciously hovering over you*

Bewildered and curious, the player has the decision of either ignoring it or checking it out, but each will end in the clouds scooping up the player and taking them, all the way to Eternal Sugar Cookie

First meeting the player, she's admittingly unimpressed with what she sees, to think something so important to them would be reduced to such a simple creature. . ? But that mindset quickly changes as she discovers how adorable the player is, and just how naive they are. . .

She views the player as some sort of pet, spoiling them with all the goodies they can ever want, to a point where its almost overwhelming

*On a table, a large platter of sweets is set in front of you; you're almost tooken back by the sheer size of the dish, it was almost half the size of the table! Just sitting next to you was Eternal Sugar, smiling almost amusingly at your reaction*

"U-Uh. . . Is this all for me. . ?"

*She giggled*

"Of course it is dear! What sort of guest would you be if you didn't receive such delicacies?"

*Eternal Sugar picks up a sweet from the platter and holds it close to your mouth*

"Now, open wide~"

Unlike the other beasts, Eternal Sugar has the habit of babying the player, so like Shadow Milk, every simple task becomes way more difficult with her around. She'll make sure they won't be able to lift a finger!

Her associative minigame fits her sort of style, a memory game using cards, similar to the many games you can find on those "Kid-friendly Newgrounds" websites

Another thing worth noting is her clingy nature. Everywhere the player goes, Eternal Sugar has to follow, which does make things more difficult and affects progress. The prime definition of a space invader

It gets even worse during the night cycle, where she often insists on sleeping in the same bed as the player. Despite this, night is the only time the player will be able to get anything done. Just know that when they got back to bed and woke up the next morning, they'll have a sweet surprise waiting for them

*Morning light shines onto your face as it creeps into the rest of the room. You groan, awoken by your natural alarm clock, and begin to yawn & stretch, a part of you wished you slept in a bit longer. But as you try to get out of bed, you feel a weight on your right hand, better yet, you feel an entire section of the bed being weighed down by some unknown force. Turning around, you quickly discover why*

"E-Eternal Sugar Cookie! What are you-?!"

*There, covering a good half of the bed, Eternal Sugar Cookie was peacefully snoozing, clutching your hand. In your failed attempts at yelling at her & pulling your hand away were left to no avail, she had no intent on moving, nor letting go, making you all the more flustered*

"Ms. Eternal Sugar Cookie, please!- Let me go! I need-"

*She merely lifted one eye, only half awake and ready to sleep the rest of the day away*

"Awh~ but little mouse, it's so early!~ Can't you stay just a bit longer?~"

*She smiles at your flustered expression*

"But I have stuff to do! Please, you have to let me- *ah!-* h-hey!"

*Too busy trying to escape, you failed to notice her grip getting tighter, pulling you back down your now shared bed*

"Sleep a little more with me, won't you? There's no rush~"

"O-ok, fine then, but only for a couple more minutes, but that's it!"

*She giggled*

"Deal~"

Throughout their stay, the player only gets small snippets of Eternal Sugar's true personality. If the player chose to question her sickly sweet demeanor, she'd get defensive real fast, asking them why they would even question something like that. If angered, she becomes pushy, demanding, especially when the player doesn't do what she says

It becomes increasingly clear when Eternal Sugar gives you a new outfit, since the one you're wearing (aka the outfit Shadow Milk gave you) didn't fit her style, believing that you should wear something more flowy. She actually offers several different outfits for the player, and although nice, they're. . . let's just say not so family friendly; try as they might to reject her offers, she'll get upset and more persistent, nonetheless; this however does change as the story goes on, she becomes more understanding. Luckily, the two manage to make a compromise, Eternal Sugar offers the player a much simpler pink dress, with bows, lace, and ribbons. Despite being much to the player's liking(if that's what the player chooses), she begins to whine about it, saying how it could've been so much more; not to mention, both the ribbons and lace constantly get stuck on things if they aren't careful

The only time the player's able to really see Eternal Sugar's true colors is when Shadow Milk shows up, who's not all too happy about her basically kidnapping the player. Whilst they ventured alone, he made the mistake of taking his eyes off them for a second, last thing he knew they were snatched by some clouds and whisked away into the sky, which he immediately starts chasing after them. He knew exactly who was responsible. Unlike Shadow Milk, Eternal Sugar does a much better job of keeping her composure, playing dumb and refraining from acting out of character around the player. But once Shadow Milk insults her fake personality, all hell breaks loose

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my dear friend. . .?~ Eternal Sugar Cookie. . !"

*Shadow Milk had snuck in through an open window. Before you could even do anything, Eternal Sugar had already pulled you to her side, forcing you to sit in the lavish and comfortable sofa she was lounging on. He made his way towards her, with his usual wide smile; from the corner of your eye, you could barely see an eye twitch and, was he gritting his teeth? It didn't look like it, but he was seething with rage*

"Oh, Shadow Milk Cookie!~ for what do I owe the pleasure?~"

"How lovely of you to ask!~ You see, you just so happen to have something that belongs to me!"

*Shadow Milk then stares back at you, startling you a bit with his crazed expression. Although Eternal Sugar seemed unfazed, her grip on you only became tighter as the trickster started speaking to you*

"Little mousey, there you are!~ Oh I was so worried, thank goodness you're safe!~"

"I am so, so, sorry to have kept you waiting~ believe me, it's a long story!~"

"*Ah!* And what happened to the little dress I gave you?! I mean you still look cute, but you'd look so much better before and- oh! almost got off track for a second!~ *haha!*"

"Alrighty, I think it's time for me and my little mousey to get go-"

"You're leaving with them? Now what would be the purpose in that?~"

*She quickly shifted from her lounging position to a sitting position, pulling you closer toward her, and flustering you more. You see the trickster's eye twitch more, noticing just a crack in his character*

"*hehe-* what did you say. . ?!"

"I've tooken quite the liking to 'your' little mouse!~ Besides, you keeping them all to your self. . ? Extremely unfair of you!~"

*She then draped her arms around you, your face was getting redder by the second*

"Surely they'll be much happier here, isn't that right little mouse?~"

"Well, *uhh-* actually. . ."

"Then it's settled!~ The little mouse will be staying with me!~"

*They proceeded to argue back and forth, Shadow Milk's played up character was falling apart at the seams, losing a drop of his patience with every word the "angel" said. Eternal Sugar found herself quite entertained with the trickster getting angrier and angrier. All the while, you didn't know what to do, clearly neither of them were going to let you leave, or you know, let you get a single word in. So you were placed in a very awkward situation, stuck between an angel cookie who wasn't keen on you leaving, and a jester who was trying to get you back through gritted teeth*

"Listen, I'm the one who saw them first, they were found in my domain, therefore, they're mine! So if you would be so kind as to return them to me. . !"

*She proceeded to hold you closer, practically cuddling you, was she trying to make him even angrier?!*

"Oh but we're having so much fun!~ They'd much prefer it here than that over-the-top spiral you call a tower. . !"

*Insulting his domain was the nail in the coffin. It looked like he'd finally snapped, any ounce of patience he had before was completely out the window. Using his magic, he wrapped up your hands in some mysterious string, pulling you forward and out of Eternal Sugar's reach, greatly shocking and scaring the heck out of you. Once you were back in his arms, Shadow Milk pushed you behind him, and looking back at Eternal Sugar, she'd gotten up from the sofa, it seemed like she was starting to crack as well*

"Oh!~ So that's how we're gonna play *huh?!* Then I'll lend you this: do you really think they'd want to stay with a tooth-rotting prick like yourself?!"

*She began to clutch her fists, her eyes widen in a mix of shock and anger*

". . ?! What did you just call me. . ?!"

"Oh don't you give me that! little miss 'sweet & innocent angel!' unlike myself, people can see your fake persona from a mile away!~"

"And with how long they had to stay with you. . . I'm surprised my poor little mousey hasn't gotten sick and vomited from the spoiling and smothering they had to withstand!"

*That was all it took for her, she broke faster than he did, the wings on her back got bigger, Eternal Sugar's eyes glowed with rage*

". . . how dare you. . !"

"HOW DARE YOU!!"

The player obviously gets the choice of trying to stop the fight or slipping away, the following events escalating faster or slower depending on which they choose. Things escalate to a point where Eternal Sugar just snatched them and attempted to fly away with the player, which led to Shadow Milk using his magical strings to pull them back, entering the two of them in an intense game of tug of war with the player. And the force of both sides was so strong. . . It ended up ripping the player in half

So, Eternal Sugar Cookie, kinda pushy at times and very clingy all the time, but a sweetheart nonetheless

~Mystic Flour~

Getting ripped in half by two powerful beings. . . not something you would easily forget. . . You'd expect this to be game over, right? well, wrong, cause upon miraculously waking up, not only do you find yourself on top a strange alter, but face to face with Mystic Flour Cookie

Seeing the clouds of Eternal Sugar Cookie's cloud soaring past her land, she immediately could tell that something was a mist, and strolling through the silver forest and finding the player laying on the strange alter, her suspicions were correct

At first, she couldn't believe it, a cookie, in their world?! But after a proper meeting with the player and asking how they ended up on the alter, she became a bit more pitiful, going on to invite them to her domain, such a clueless cookie shouldn't be left alone!

But talking about what was basically their death is pretty traumatizing, so the player is given the choice of whether to straight up lie, or give some part of the truth

"So, you have no memory of how you ended up on this alter. . ? Nothing at all?"

*Your voice was strained, you didn't want to tell her the full truth*

"N-no, not a lot. . ."

*Mystic Flour then proceeds to grasp both your cheeks, pulling you close to her face, much to your slight embarrassment*

"Oh, you poor thing! You must be so lost, so confused. . ."

*It was that moment when an idea sprung into her, an idea that may help the both of you. . .*

"How about you come with me?~ Surely you'll be much safer!~"

*Try as you might to decline her offer, she just becomes more insistent. She was giving decent points however, you were lost and confused, not to mention trapped in this witch-forsaken place, and the only two "cookies" you knew killed you, accidently or not, you couldn't decide. . . Eventually, after lots of convincing and growing tired, you finally cave, accepting her offer*

"Ok, fine, I'll go with you"

"Oh good! Well, come along then!~"

*Gently, Mystic Flour took your hand, pulling you off the alter, and guiding you through the silver woods*

Mystic Flour had already made herself sound quite trustworthy, but of course, this can't be without some sort of catch. . . Though she looks caring on the outside, she sees the player as a mere tool, a stepping stool for something much greater. Her methods of getting information is much more subtle

Both minigames mentioned before required some sort of skill, Mystic Flour's is no exception. Similar to classic video game "Snake," the player's goal is to fill the respected area using dragons instead of snakes (wonder why?)

Pretty much the minute the two of them enter her domain, she basically gives them free range to do whatever. She doesn't really care if the player wanders too far or gets into spaces they shouldn't. But she will let you know when it's time to head back

*As the sun starts to set, you continue to search about the area like a curious child, you hardly noticed Mystic Flour standing just behind you*

"Little pika, dear it's time to head back!~"

*Hearing her voice yelling out to you so suddenly just barely startled you, but you gained back your composure once you see her warm smile*

"Oh! Hi Mystic Flour Cookie! Just give me a second, I have to check a few more things!"

*It wasn't like you weren't going to listen to her orders, you just had a bit more to do. But watching you get farther & farther away from her; Mystic Flour saw it differently. Already making her way toward you, she proceeded to scoop you into her arms, startling you and plastering blush onto your face, as she started walking you back herself*

"*ah!*W-Wait! Mystic Flour Cookie, I wasn't done ye-!"

"I know, I know, dear, you have your little tasks!~ But you'll have so much time to do them tomorrow, so please, might we head back? I'm sure the food is getting cold!"

*With you being in her grasp and your legs being very much off the ground, there wasn't really a choice to keep going. You could've kicked and screamed, but there were doubts that'd even work. . . And so, with no other options, you let her take you away, which sucked, but hey, at least you have yummy food waiting for you!*

Mystic Flour has the sheer amount of enthusiasm as an overly supportive mother, she has not a clue of what the player is doing but they're doing great! But like some mothers, she tries a more "hands off" approach as a way to set rules, intentionally not telling the player helpful information just for the sake of them learning it themselves

She does, however, provide them with all the materials to do so: a bedtime routine, plenty of food, and a warm winter outfit. Speaking of which, due to the wintery background, Mystic Flour gives them an outfit most suitable to withstand the cold, something heavy, but also angelic, a nun like dress colored a soft yellow, complete with black counterparts. The only downside is that defending the player from the cold is its only purpose, for it is much too heavy anywhere else and unbearable in hotter areas

Unlike the other beasts mentioned, Mystic Flour has no interest in forming a genuine relationship with the player. To her, you only serve one purpose, finding her escape (whatever that means) and is more direct into reaching her goal. She creates a false sense of security between the two of them, then when the time is right, uses that bond to her advantage. Fortunately, this behavior does change as the story continues, and Mystic Flour becomes more interested, and attached, to the player, but for now, her methods remain neutral

This becomes more apparent as Mystic Flour tries getting information out of the player in a sort of therapeutic way, sitting them down and letting them speak about their troubles, starting with the obvious. . .

"And. . . that's pretty much what happen. . ."

*You laid atop the much larger cookie, your head resting on her lap as she lightly massaged your hair. You rub your hands uncomfortably, as if waiting for bad news, your throat felt strained. Sandwiched between two angry beings, getting pulled into the sky then ripped in two, these were memories you weren't ready to revisit, especially with someone you've met only a few moments ago. . . At the same time, was holding this deep inside healthy? You saw life flash before your eyes, seconds before being split in half. . . Besides, you were already holding onto so much. . . would it hurt to let go of some. . . You felt Mystic Flour let go of your hair as she began running her hand on your face*

"Oh you, poor, poor, dear. . ."

"I am so sorry you had to be apart of. . . that. . ."

*Although you couldn't see her face, she sounded genuinely sorry for you, which was quite refreshing considering everything you've been through so far*

"They can be rather selfish at times, only thinking about themselves. . . You're lucky you've ended up with me!~"

*You laughed at her remark, trying to brighten up the mood, despite still feeling, well, you didn't know what to feel at that point. . .*

"*Heh* Yeah. . . I guess you're right. . ."

*Unannounced to you, Mystic Flour smiled to herself, her plan was working swimmingly. . . Having brought you to a docile state, it was more than a better time to gather the information she'd been longing for. . .*

"If you would allow me to. . . may I ask you something else?"

*You think for a minute, it was only one question, what harm could it do. . .*

"*Uh* sure. . . what is it?"

"Well little pika, you see-"

*Before the words could fall out of her mouth, there was a sudden loud BANG noise from outside. Respectfully, this startles you, making you flinch, but Mystic Flour didn't seem to move. . . Looking back up, you were finally able to see her face, she seemed irritated, annoyed. Gently, she lifted your head off her lap, resting you onto your knees, confused, you turn to her and saw that she was already standing, looking down upon you. She mumbled something under her breath*

"*Ugh* At a time like this. . ?!"

"Just a moment pika. . . I have to handle something. . ."

Mystic Flour considers herself to be the mother figure of the beasts, and although uncompassionate at times, she plays her role well

~Burning Spice~

(Literally the most perfect segway!~)

All it took was Shadow Milk and Eternal Sugar fighting for Burning Spice Cookie to want a part of the action. Last where we left off with them, the two managed to split the player in half, insides and everything, and were now freaking out over their (very much dead) body, whilst arguing over whose fault it was. By sheer coincidence, did Burning Spice decide to check up on Eternal Sugar, and catches site of the two yelling at each other

Burning Spice hasn't met the player, doesn't know who they are nor what they look like, but he took immediate interest in them after seeing how they affected the two other beasts. If just their mutilated body was enough to cause them to start screaming and crying like little kids, who knows what else they could do. . .

Already, he was making assumptions of what kind of person they'd be, perhaps the player was someone strong and intimidating, someone perfect to be his sparring partner, and continues to deny any sort of actual description of them

Him, Shadow Milk, Eternal Sugar had mostly worked together in their search for the player, but the millisecond they found out they were with Mystic Flour, the race was on. . . Which takes us to now, where Burning Spice appears first, causing a massive scene with his abilities in an attempt to lure her out

*Alerted by the sudden destruction just outside, Mystic Flour rushed to her outer balcony, irritated like this had happened before. . . She knew exactly who the culprit was, and sure enough, there he was, sitting casually atop the balcony's railing, Burning Spice greeted her with a sinister look on his face. She had already prepared herself, immediately knowing that something was about to go down*

"There she is, Misty! Long time no see!"

"Burning Spice Cookie. . . what brings you here. . ?"

"*Oh!* I think you know exactly why I'm here!"

*Getting off the railing, he walked toward his comrade, having no use in making a big deal out of it. Mystic Flour, although slightly surprised, saw it as a sort of threat, only further did she stand her ground*

"Ya see, a little birdie told me that you've been hiding a shiny new treasure from us. And I, of course, thought it'd be too good to be true. . . So I decided to drop by to take a look for myself. . !"

*He tried walking around her to reach the balcony's entrance, but before he could take another step, Mystic Flour stopped him, she wouldn't back down that easily. . .*

"There is no such thing. . . whatever is in my possession is none of your business. . !"

*In her defensive state, Burning Spice's persistence only grew, now patting her shoulder almost reassuringly*

"Hey, c'mon Misty!~ we're buddies, pals! Letting me get a tiny sneak peek shouldn't be a problem!"

"Say, how about this? You let me see what you're hiding, and I promise, I won't tell the others, I'll even let ya keep it! So what do ya say?~"

*Not even seconds after he said that, he immediately tried pushing past Mystic Flour as if she'd already answered his question. Of course, she shut that down almost instantly, even pushing him back, something which he doesn't really take well. His eyes widened, she set him off by just that push alone. She could bluntly tell he was lying, only using their relationship as an excuse, so she didn't let him any closer*

"Burning Spice Cookie, we've known each other for eons, do you really think I wouldn't be able to recognize one of your petty excuses. . . ?! "

"If you knew better, you'd be wise enough to leave, for this so-called treasure you're after, I know nothing about!"

*Pushing and telling him to leave. . . yep, that'll do it. . . Burning Spice broke into laughter as his hair began to glow warms shades of red, orange, and yellow, moving like a sea of flames*

"*HA HA HA HAHAHA!* *Oh!* Misty, ya might just make me angry!"

*His tone quickly shifts from trigger-happy to overall threatening once he'd opened his eyes, now just as bright as his hair, he marches towards Mystic Flour, who was all the more irritated and unfazed*

"And you. . . don't wanna make me angry. . !"

"Make you angry?! *Heh!* Didn't know it was so easy to mess with that small brain of yours!"

*It isn't long before the two engage in full on battle, both sides being equally matched in some way. While this was all happening, you were completely unaware; being inside exploring, you're none the wiser of the destruction going on outside*

Eventually, Burning Spice does manage to bust his way inside, and upon actually seeing the player in their simple state, he couldn't be more disappointed, to think Shadow Milk and Eternal Sugar's bickering would be caused by such a boring little cookie(but those two do fight over a lot of things, so-)

He'd almost considered leaving them, but Burning Spice would rather leave with something than nothing, so taking his losses he hoists up the player over his shoulder and makes, a not so quiet, escape. Much to Mystic Flour's dismay and the player's protests (or cries for help depending on what they choose)

Burning Spice sees the player like how a general sees a soldier. He thinks they're weak, bland, and more notably boring, and wants to, in his words, "spice them up." Because of this, he is unnecessarily harsh, working the player to the bone and expecting them to "get up" when they get too tired

*How long has it been. . ? An hour? Two hours? At that point you didn't know, but all you did know is that it felt like an eternity since Burning Spice started your so called "training." Back and forth, you were forced to run with heavy rocks on your back whilst following him, who was doing the same. All the while he'd yell at you to pick up the pace as encouragement. . .You huffed and panted*

"*Hah**hah. . .* Burning Spice Cookie, please, can't we stop for. . . just a minute. . ?"

*It was the only time he'd turn back at you, what a ridiculous ask!*

"What?! Definitely not! ya still got a lot to go, pipsqueak!"

*You couldn't go on any longer. A mess of sweat and sore bones, you plummet to the ground, numb to the rocks currently on your back, you wanted rest, at least for a minute. . . Burning Spice only reached a good distance away before noticing you were far, far behind. He ran back to you, but not because he was worried*

"Ay! Pipsqueak, what's the holdup?!"

*He crouched down, better viewing your shriveled up body, far too weak to keep going. Despite the obvious, Burning Spice still tried getting you to stand, poking, even attempting to pull you off the ground, but you won't budge. . .*

"C'mon! Quit acting like Eternal Sugar Cookie and get moving!"

"Please. . . let me rest. . ."

*Your sweat could've well stained the ground if it were cool enough. . . You were stubborn & refused to get up, becoming a puddle of flesh. Realizing that you weren't moving, he, grudgingly, decides to do what was best, but first he had to move you somewhere more suitable to your needs*

"*Ugh* Alright! Fine! I'll let you outta this, only once!"

*Swiftly brushing the rocks off your back, he scoops you up and onto his shoulder, no way would he let you die right then and there. You suddenly feel the biggest weight being literally lifted off your shoulders, thanking whatever was out there for this moment*

"I'll let you rest, but not here!"

"*Heh* Thank you. . ."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!"

Everything Burning Spice does, he expects the player to do the same, no matter how difficult. But will give them the benefit of the doubt when the player gets too tired to keep going, much to his annoyance

He's active and moving 24/7, that's why Burning Spice's minigame is directly based on "Super Mario Bros" where the player runs about collecting items, attacking enemies, etc.

If the player is talking to him, he'll most entirely talk about himself, boosting his ego, even throwing insults at the other beasts, which is both annoying and ironic because he does the exact same things that they do. That being said, it's important to never get mad at him or give him attitude because it will work him up, for better or worse. . .

The player can easily get information from him due to his blunt honesty. When talking about the other beasts, he'll always give bits of helpful information about them, some that can be extremely helpful in the future

Similar to Mystic Flour, Burning Spice gives the player free range to do whatever, the only difference is that Burning Spice sets up these "training sessions" on random occasions without notifying the player firsthand, and expects them to drop everything to train with him. This exhausts the player, causing them to only be able to do things during the day, when they've required enough rest

*Stumbling into the room Burning Spice gave you, you flop onto the bed, nestling your head against your pillow, relived. You were finally able to rest your jelly legs, sore running around and doing tasks. But you turn to your side, something catches your eye. . . On the single window of your room, you noticed what looked to be a slip of paper. Despite being entirely drained, your curiosity got the better of you, and slipping from the bed, you make your way toward the windowsill, now realizing how out of place from the rest of the room, appearing more of a light lilac than any of the reds and oranges. You questioned if even came from the place, and upon proper examination, your suspicions seemed correct. . . This was no mere paper, but a letter! Curiosities only felt more rapid as you opened, revealing not only short message crafted in cursive, but a beautiful illustration of a rose*

"Small Rodent, have you been faring well within our world? Have you been eating, sleeping well? I hope the others hadn't been too cruel towards you. . . Word of mouth does not travel fast here, so I apologize if I arrive to you late. . . I wish to reach you soon. . ."

"From- Silent Salt Cookie"

"Small Rodent. . ?"

*Reading through the passage, you took a few seconds to process, hoping that whoever sent it wasn't suggesting what you thought they were suggesting, cause if you got kidnapped one more time. . .-*

"Aye! Pipsqueak!!"

*Burning Spice had, without warning, busted into the room, no time for internal dialogue now! With milliseconds to think, you swiftly hide the letter behind your back, not before confronting the brute for his sudden excursion of your privacy*

"B-Burning Spice Cookie?! What are you doing here?!-"

"What?~ I can't check on my little pipsqueak, can't I?~"

*Again with the nickname. .?! Blushing rapidly, you couldn't tell whether you were annoyed, angry, or just plain embarrassed. . . Burning Spice laughed boastingly, always amused by your expressions*

"*HAHAHAH!~* Ya never fail to entertain me, pipsqueak!~"

*Then he noticed the arms behind your back. . .*

"Say, whatcha got there? Ya hiding something from me?"

*Shoot! the letter was still in your hands! Only seeing this as more of a reason to keep it hidden, you play it cool for as much as possible*

"I-It's nothing! W-What are you talking about?!*hehe*"

*Burning Spice just saw your actions as even more suspicious, he might be a barbarian, but he isn't stupid. He attempted turning you around to see what exactly you were keeping from him, all the while you were trying to dodge him, cold sweat beginning to run down your forehead*

"Are ya sure? Cause *uh* ya starting to look pretty sweaty there. . ."

"Oh!- this?! *Uhh. . .* I'm just, tired! from all the training today *haha!*"

*You two do this dance a bit, with you becoming doubly irritated the more Burning Spice tried seeing what you're hiding, getting additionally irritated while Burning Spice looked completely willing to tear your front open, asking and reinsuring you, again and again to get a little looksee. And you thought Shadow Milk was nosy?! Annoying and driven to your breaking point, you practically yell at him-*

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, OK?!"

*Hearing those words fall out of your mouth, Burning Spice is beyond tooken aback, clearly, he didn't like being told what to do. You quickly gasp to yourself, slamming your mouth closed with a free hand upon realizing what you've just said, how could you be so stupid?! With the letter still in your other hand, you decide the best course of action was to crumble up the paper, that letter was the least of your worries now anyway. . .*

"Did. . .Did you just yell at me. . ?!"

*You gulped, your sweat becoming increasingly apparent as the brute looked seconds away from having steam shoot out his ears. He proceeds to get unnervingly close, practically towering over you. . .Didn't think it would end this way. . .*

"That. . . Is. . ."

"Great!!!"

"Ya getting spicier by the minute!"

*Burning Spice grabbed both your shoulders, and shook them with excitement, much to your bewilderment. The way his tone can just shift was both jarring and impressive. After a bit of violent shaking and surviving what would've been another death experience, he eventually lets go, not before giving you a hardy slap to the back whilst laughing, dang near knocking you off your feet and the letter out of your hand*

"*HA! HA!* Ya know what!? Take the rest of the day off! I wanna see my hard work!"

*He happily marches out of the room, leaving you in a rather messed up state*

"Be sure to get all the rest ya need! Ya gonna need it for tomorrow!"

*Burning Spice leaves the room, shutting the door, the second he was out of sight, you took the biggest sigh of relief. That was close, way too close! Like you practically dodged a bullet! You pull back out the crumbled-up letter and tried to fix it, somewhat regretting your decision of almost destroying it before. You had to be more careful next time*

During this entire scene, the player must be extra careful around Burning Spice, because despite how it's played, there's a route where he discovered the letter while they're asleep, and he's not too pleased with having Silent Salt trying to contact them, promptly getting so angry he burns the letter to ashes

That being said, Burning Spice, though seeming like a rage-filled brute who fights first and asks questions later, he's never threatening nor outright violent to the player, unless its a final resort. The player is a much-needed piece in a, all be it complex, puzzle, even if they don't even know it, and in order for them to work is through gaining their trust. But don't think that this is a good thing, there are many times where he could've hurt them yet actively chose not to

He immediately got to work constructing another outfit for the player cause in his own words, "there's no way ya staying here looking like that!" And the outfit he gives them perfectly reflects his ego, slick black clothing, paired with red barbaric accents, and brightly colored armor, making the player look like a mini version of himself. It's good enough for the endless training they have to do, but it's clear that some parts of the outfit were put together at the last second and were made from the minimal sewing Burning Spice learned. And if wanting to be honest, it's kinda ugly. . . Overall, it's the player's least favorite of the outfits given (if they decide it is)

Every hour, it feels like Burning Spice is always learning something new about the player, to him at least. Because of this, he celebrates every accomplishment they make with lavished (and very spicy) feasts, no matter how small they might be. Not exactly the best prize for basically being slaved away constantly to a point of exhaustion, but he doesn't need to know that. The only downside to this is that he's loud, like really loud, so loud in fact, he can't hear any other voices but his own, making him clearly oblivious to a certain someone stealing away the player(-again)

So Burning Spice, a not-so great roommate, but a pretty good personal trainer

~Silent Salt~

Ever since leaving Shadow Milk's site, someone else had been watching the player for some time, someone who wasn't too distant from the player, none other than the silent knight themself, Silent Salt Cookie

Once they found out about the player, there wasn't an ounce of disbelief nor hesitation that got into their head, they only had one goal in mind, and that was getting the player out of the other beasts' hands. But like a hungry wolf with its meal, they knew it wouldn't be easy. The other beasts always kept the player at arm's length, even with the leisure they receive, those four always made sure they were watched. And so they waited, and waited, and waited. . . In till they had the right moment to strike

Normally the beasts would be more direct when approaching the player, probably showing some pity towards them, not before whisking them away, Silent Salt on the other hand had a more different approach. They'd leave small letters for the player, all written in cursive and paired with a beautifully drawn illustration which they constructed themselves. Silent Salt essentially gives the player a bread crumb trail, preparing them for what was to come as to not spook them later

"Last one to get back to the base goes stale!"

"Burning Spice Cookie! Wait up!"

*You two were only trying to get back. . . nothing too special, yet of course, Burning Spice just had to turn it into a game of tag, didn't he?! Already tired from the day's activities, you struggled to move forward, and the barbarian is way ahead. Despite how unfair, annoying, and exhausting it was, you sighed, it wasn't the first time he did this. . . As you forced your body further, all you cared about was getting rest. You never understood why Burning Spice pushed your body to such lengths, but if there was one other reason to keep going it was to spite him. But as you were about halfway there, an unknown force suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side, you yelped, why does everyone here like grabbing you!?*

"*AH!* W-What the!?-"

*Pulled into an unnoticed corner, you practically swing yourself around, already having a good idea of just who decided to yank you out of the way, and you got what you wished for. . . Hovering over your tiny body, was the silent knight themself, quiet and unmoving, looking down at you. . . You jump back a bit startled, those training sessions are sounding a lot better right now. . . Although frozen with fear, it didn't take long to realize that something wasn't right. Sure, they appeared in front of you but that was merely it, just standing there, menacingly, almost like a statue. Your fear quickly dissolves into pure confusion as you stare back at them, the moment shifting into awkward silence. You already had a decent idea of who this fellow might be, and decided to use it as a way to break the barrier between you two*

"*Um. . .* Hi. . ."

"Y-You're Silent Salt Cookie, right. . ?"

*It took them a second to respond, and by "respond" they actually crouched down and got extremely close to your face, adding to your bewilderment, and barely managing to keep your composure*

"*ah!-* I'm gonna take that as a yes. . !"

*As a result of being thrown around so much, you practically knew what was next, but seeing the knight so still felt alien to you, and almost refreshing. . ? Like you were happy to just not be snatched for once, as morbid as that sounds. Oh but no, that's not right, who's to say that this fellow was to be trusted. You make the bold choice to ask them more questions, but before another word could fall out of your mouth. . .*

"Aye Pipsqueak! What's the hold up!?"

It's a no-brainer that Burning Spice finally noticed the player's absence, they have the rightful decision of running to him or yelling out, which Silent Salt covers their mouth and attempts to take them away(what a surprise!) The second route, however, the player's (4th) kidnapping is put on display for Burning Spice, who did not handle the situation well. He immediately rushes in to save them, but Silent Salt was much too swift for him. All the while, the player attempts to save themselves; trying to kick, scream, and squirm their way to freedom, but nothing works, they were a knight after all. Enraged, Burning Spice yells at Silent Salt that he'll get revenge, and he won't be alone. . !

(And before we go on any further, I personally like to hc that Silent Salt is both mute and deaf because 1. it matches with the new ancient heroes since Pure Vanilla is heavily implied to be blind; and 2. it'd make sense that the witches would want to make a disabled cookie. During their pre-corruption days, the five virtues also had to be role models for the cookies, thus they had to, at some extent, be relatable. So giving one of the virtues something that other cookies can relate to makes sense. Oh and as a bonus, Silent Salt is completely fluent in ASL and is fairly good at lip reading; Shadow Milk and Mystic Flour are also fluent in ASL and often act as their mouth pieces. Ok moving on!)

You'd think that the player wouldn't trust Silent Salt from the jump, given the circumstances & that this happened to them so many other times, and yet. . . Silent Salt was the only one to be considerate of the player's feelings before performing the act, they knew the player would be scared, if not terrified, of them, especially when you consider their appearance and quiet nature; thus they planted the letter to let them know. So although this doesn't mean the player fully trusts them, it is a step into the right path

How they view the player is a complete mystery, unlike the other beasts, it isn't just spelled out in ink. Instead, the player has to focus on their interactions and certain body language, since they can't speak

Similarly to Eternal Sugar, Silent Salt will often give the player gifts in an attempt to gain their trust. The main difference on the other hand was that those gifts were much smaller scale than what Eternal Sugar gave them, but still feel more thought out and genuine

*Lilac-colored curtain draped over large windows, comfortable sitting, and a bed that resembled a soft marshmallow, you had to admit, for living in a wasteland, they sure knew a thing or two about decor. But as you admired your new bedroom, you get a sudden knock on the door, and opening it a crack, you see Silent Salt, they appeared to be holding a few things*

"Oh! Silent Salt Cookie! What brings you-"

*Fully opening the door revealed what they were holding, a bouquet of beautifully made paper flowers in one hand, and a sliver tin, filled with salted chocolates in the other. Seeing the gifts, you were pleasantly surprised, not just by the tin of sweets but the paper flowers, so true to life and clearly made by them, you were amazed by the fact they were able to pull something like that off*

"Wow! are these for me?"

*The knight nodded their head, handing both gifts to you. Despite how small the gesture was, you still felt a tiny bit overwhelmed, the smallest hint of blush creeped onto your face*

"T-Thank you! They're lovely!"

Silent Salt was & still somewhat is known for their skills with a sword, thus the reason why their minigame is based on "Fruit Ninja." The player, instead of slicing fruit, is made to cut different pieces of paper according to a dotted line, in an attempt to mimic Silent Salt's paper flowers

While out exploring and doing tasks, Silent Salt will actually partner up with the player & help them, which is already a massive change from the player's other beast encounters. Either they'd find ways to stretch the task out even longer, or just not help at all, so having them there is a huge change of pace. They're always by the player's side, because of this, they can come off as clingy at times

They, like most of the beasts, give the player free range to do whatever, but is quick to set boundaries. The player isn't allowed to go into certain areas without their supervision, especially at night

*Lightly tracking your steps across cold floors, you carefully tiptoe through the Silent domain, moonlight streaking onto every nook and cranny acted as your only light source, which you tried to use to your advantage, the last thing you wanted was to be caught. But when you turned the corner, guess who you unceremoniously bumped into. . ? Pressed into their chest, you abruptly backed away startled & flustered realizing who it was, Silent Salt just looked at you, just like before*

"*Ah!-* Silent Salt Cookie. . ! It's not what you think. . !"

"I-I just have a few other things to do, that's all!-"

*The silent knight only stood there, arms crossed, making their stance all the more stern. You already had a good idea of what was going on in their head, no amount of convincing would change your fate. So with a sigh, you started heading back to your room, not before Silent Salt gently scoops you up, refusing to let you touch the floor, and carried you there themself. Blushing rapidly, you beg and plead for them to put you down, but failed miserably; why does everyone like carrying you so much. . ?*

Silent Salt treats the player like they're the most fragile thing on Earthbread, handling them with care and, with their position as a knight, more than happy to cater to their every need and desire

Due to their disability and limitations in lip reading, talking to them is difficult, creating this communication barrier between them and the player. This, however, doesn't stop the two of them from trying to fix the issue

That being said, Silent Salt most definitely wants to teach the player ASL so they can communicate easier. They made sure they'd take their time, teaching them all they need to know, starting with letters, to phrases, to full sentences. Even if the player struggles to learn at first, they're extremely patient with them, teaching things one step at a time

If it wasn't already obvious, Silent Salt is very delicate with their hands, due to their precise skills with a sword. Because of this, they picked up quite a few hobbies, like painting and drawing, clearly showed by the letter they made the player before, and surprisingly, braiding hair

*Slowly, the silent knight carefully overlapped strand after strand of hair from your head into beautiful braids. They put special care into each braid, constantly checking with you to make sure they were comfortable, even going the extra mile of creating more paper flowers to infuse into the braids. Sitting in front of the bedroom's vanity mirror, you were in awe at how perfect the braids were, your hair practically became an art project! Looking back at them, you couldn't see their face, but you could tell Silent Salt was genuinely enjoying themself, how they added flower after flower, even sometimes placing one directly onto your head; because well, why not? It was moments like this that made you think back to when you first met, back to when their silence felt alien to you, and how you were so unwilling to cooperate. . . Yes, you still didn't fully trust the knight, all of this just felt too perfect, almost too good to be true even, but it does. After placing the last flower, they were finally done, the braids were wrapped around your head and tied in the back with a purple ribbon*

If the hairstyle doesn't make them feel like royalty, then don't worry, Silent Salt had them covered. Cause not soon after doing their hair, they presented their outfit, which looked more like a gorgeous gown than any regular dress. Everything about it was perfect, the long white silk trin that partly touched the floor, the bow around the waste that matched your hair, the simple purple accents, its ruffled layers, everything. But possibly the most radiant part of the gown was these beautiful sewn in embroideries, each more beautiful than the last, all throughout. This was the straw that broke that camel's back, such actions of kindness couldn't go unrewarded; so through ASL, the player is able to sign phrases "thank you" and "sorry," to which Silent Salt immediately accepts. Quite a shame the player couldn't do more. . . The only two downside one could think of is that it strongly resembled a wedding dress, which can give the wrong ideas fast; also the gown length gives the possibility of tripping, but that's a simple price to pay

The relationship between the player and Silent Salt is mostly through action, and to some extent, physical touch. The player is always finding new and creative ways to repay them for everything they've done, often finding themselves cooking or cleaning for them, even gifting them drawings and paper creations they made themselves. Silent Salt does find this sweet and charming, but as a knight, they really have no desires. They crave the simpler things, like holding hands, learning ASL, or just being together in general. No amount of wasted paper would change that

Unfortunately, as stated before, not everything can be too blissful. . . Silent Salt is regularly shown to be extremely overprotective of the player, which does make sense considering their role; Silent Salt is a knight, keeping the innocent safe is their job, and the fact that the other beasts were also after them only made them double down on protecting them. Now, Silent Salt, before meeting the player, had no plans of escape, at least even they think of, in fact, became increasingly fond of their surroundings. . . Only when they learned the player did they start to reconsider. . . with a new opportunity, they couldn't simply pass it up. . .

Because of this, they've developed a 6th sense(or 5th or 4th) whenever they felt the player was in danger. Silent Salt can pick up signals of danger from miles away, and acts quickly ensure their safety, so imagine the player's surprise and confusion when being rushed somewhere else

*Everything was a blur. . . One second ago you and Silent Salt were spending time together per usual, before you knew it you were being pulled into your room, and Silent Salt was doing repeated checks on the door and windows, making sure they were locked. Confused, you try to stop them in their tracks, to get some sort of answer, but all they did was clutch both your hands tightly, looking you directly in the eyes; before abruptly letting go, telling you to never, for any reason, open the door or windows till they came back, then disappears, leaving you in a state of flustered shock. Even if completely unexpected on your end, it became increasingly clear why Silent Salt acted the way they did. . . with a battle axe, guess who was waiting just outside. . ?*

"Salty! right on time!~ It's been awhile, hasn't it?~"

*The knight merely stood there, sword in hand with a tight grip. They already knew what the brute was saying, him placing the axe's handle on the back of his neck as he began to walk towards them*

"Honestly, I'm pretty surprised Salty!~ Out of everybody here, it's you who'd be dumb enough to steal from me, me!"

"Cause when I think of stealing, I usually think of Shadow Milk Cookie, maybe Eternal Sugar Cookie if what we're after is really worth fighting for, but you?! *HA!* Didn't think of ya as the taking type!~"

"*Hmm. . .* I like it! You know I always love a good surprise?~"

*With every step he took, Silent Salt only further stood their ground, having already pulled their sword out from the dirt and getting into a battle stance. Upon reading their body language, his grin only got bigger, he knew exactly what was doing and actively stirred the pot. He put his hands up as he backed away in a condescending yet reassuring tone*

"*Woah!-* *Woah!-* Easy there buddy!~ Now I know what it looks like, but I promise, I didn't come here to cause trouble. . ."

"Instead, I'm looking for a little. . . exchange. . ."

*Burning Spice proceeded to hold his axe behind his back to make himself appear more innocent. All the while Silent Salt didn't once get out of their battle-ready mindset*

"Now I know I can be a little. . . hectic at times, but for this I'm willing to make one exception. . ."

"Say, I won't leave a scratch on your place, if you return what you've stole from me. . !"

"A simple deal, really!- You get out of this with no causalities, and I leave with that little cookie in tow!~ So what do ya say. . ?"

*Silent Salt was only getting parts of the Burning Spice's so called "deal," and already, they were not having it. . ! With just a blink of an eye, Silent Salt went from guarding their domain to holding the tip of their blade at Burning Spice's throat, as if they teleported, they were that fast. . ! Along with Shadow Milk's lies, none of the beasts were dumb enough to fall for one of his exchanges! The knight was clearly provoked; exactly what the brute wanted, so he kicked back far enough to pull his axe out from his back. Though the kick was strong, Silent Salt was still able to hold their ground, using their sword to keep their footing. There was a battle-hungry look in his eyes*

"*HA HA!* You just love surprising me, don't ya Salty?!"

*He then stretched his neck and shoulders, tense bones popped at the motion. Then proceeded to do his battle stance*

"Whatever! Wouldn't have worked anyway! Besides, no one gets dumber around here, right?! *HA!*"

"But one thing's for sure. . . Doesn't matter how tough you act. . . I'm not leaving without my pipsqueak. . !"

*His tone shifted to slight anger as his hair turned into bright flames. Having weapons drawn, it's clear as day as neither was willing to do what the other wanted, nor give in. Both had goals set in stone and willing to follow through with them; but just before they could actually strike at one and other. . .*

"*Yoo-hoo~* Up here!~"

"Apologizes for being so late you two, we've bumped into some. . . causalities. . ."

*In from above, flew in Eternal Sugar atop one of her clouds as Mystic Flour floated beside her, landing onto opposites of the brute and knight, creating this strange box. Burning Spice became all the happier, being the violence-obsessed cookie he was, this just maybe the fight more interesting for him. While Silent Salt was as stern as ever, despite being outnumbered*

"Misty! Sugar! Welcome to the party!! Just when things were starting to get interesting!~"

"*Ugh* Don't overexcite yourself Burning Spice Cookie, some of us only want this to be over with. . !"

*She has a quick glance at the beasts around her, just as annoyed of as before*

"So . . . I assume we all know about our new. . . 'inhabitant,' yes?"

*The silent knight nodded*

"*Pfft* *Uh Duh!-* What's was ya first clue?!"

"That's right! It's been far too long since I've seen another cookie, and when I finally find one, they're snatched from my hands!"

"Oh my poor little mouse!~ They must've been so lonely since they were taken away from me!"

"Being pushed and pulled by some brute and locked away by some scary knight?!~ What can be worse?!"

*Eternal Sugar whined and whined, nitpicking everything that she deemed "cruel treatment," and although most of the things said were true, Burning Spice couldn't help but take offense*

"Aye! What do ya mean by 'pushing and pulling around?!' I have you know I treat them with utmost respect and care!"

"*HA!* You call your so called 'training' of yours respect and care?! Don't make me laugh!"

"Unlike you, I provide my little mouse with everything they could ever need, everything they desire. . ! I make them happy! All your training does is ruin their perfect mind and body!"

*She looked over to her two other comrades*

"At least I can be assured that those two actually kept them safe, otherwise, I wouldn't know what I'd do. . ."

"Even Shadow Milk Cookie takes better care of my little mouse. . ."

*That's when most of the group realized a crucial detail, where the heck was Shadow Milk?! Unannounced to them, Mystic Flour already had a good idea of where he was, but waited to answer. . .*

"Oh yeah! Shadow Milk Cookie isn't here! Where is the guy anyway?!"

"When we found out the pika was being kept here, we came as soon as possible. But it wasn't long before Shadow Milk separated from us; we tried to pursue him but by then, he was already gone. . ."

"Perhaps we should wait for him. . .Knowing him, he likely has something planned. . !"

*With Shadow Milk being the smartest of their group, waiting for him seemed like the safest option, after all he was known for his tricks, who knows what he could be planning. Yet the brute and angel, who always had something to say, didn't have the patience for such. . .*

"And let him get another chance on stealing my little mouse away again?! Absolutely not!!"

"Yeah Misty, not having Shadow Milk Cookie around means less of us to get through, even if it is kinda boring! *HA HA!*"

"Wouldn't want his filth to rub off on my pipsqueak. . !"

*Eternal Sugar gasped in surprise and utter disgust*

"'Your' Pipsqueak?! are you delusional?! Clearly they're mine!!"

*Burning Spice cracked his knuckles, as he puffed his chest*

"Oh yeah?! Then why don't ya prove it?!"

*Mystic Flour groaned in irritation, if her eyes were open she would have definitely rolled them, this charade was going too far*

"*Ugh* You two are bickering like children! Could you at least not treat them like some object?! It's likely that the pika will return to me or Silent Salt Cookie, at least we don't see them as a mere pet. . !"

*Silent Salt nodded in agreement*

"And yet, I think we all know what we're really after. . . "

*With that sentence alone, it made Burning Spice and Eternal Sugar as quiet as Silent Salt was. . . The whole area was hushed, quiet enough to hear a pin drop. . .The four beasts side eyed each other, as if ready to duel; evidence was undeniably clear, they wanted to use you. . .for something? After keeping their running mouths shut for what felt like decades, Burning Spice finally breaks the silence, drawing his weapon, his patience was already dissolved. . .*

"Alright, that's it! We all want the cookie, and just sitting around isn't gonna help!"

"So, let's settle this. . . once and for all. . !"

"Agreed!"

"*Ugh* Suppose we should get this over with. . !"

*As Silent Salt drew their sword, the battle had began. The four played sides, the three of them trying to barge their way in, and Silent Salt trying to keep them out; and despite how unfair the fight seemed, not only were they evenly matched, but they all were fighting for themselves, for their own selfish goals, all of which surrounded getting to you. . . Speaking of that, you were once more left in the dark, spared from the situation. Not to say you aren't curious about what was going on either, in fact you were completely willing to open the windows to look outside if Silent Salt didn't tell you to keep them closed. Laying on top of the marshmallow bed, you stare up at the ceiling in boredom and something else. You received another to be alone with your thoughts, really rekindle and wonder. . . What the hell was going on?! First you were teleported to this strange place, then you were kidnapped five times, then you basically died and came back to life? Nothing about your situation was normal! Not to mention the cookies you're trapped with, if you can even call them "cookies" what even were they? You didn't know anything about them, what to feel about them, let alone if you could trust them or not. . . Questions were swimming in your head like fish upstream, feelings fighting for control in till. . .*

"*AH HAHAHAHA!~* no matter what, the story always stays the same!~"

*You hear a voice, a squeaky, arrogant, yet oh so voice. . . You look around in surprise, was that who you thought it was?!*

"That's right!~ The hero has arrived!~"

". . .To save his damsel in distress!~"

*CRASH!*

*Destroying one of the windows, bursts in the self-proclaimed trickster himself, Shadow Milk Cookie, the suddenness of the action making you fall off your bed startled and almost near giving you a heart attack. When hitting the ground, he did a quick barrel roll before landing on one knee in a sort of "ta-da!" position, acting like he didn't ruin a perfectly good glass plane, and much to your bewilderment. You quickly get up and stand towards him*

"S-Shadow Milk?! Are you ok?!"

"Awh~ Look at you!~ worrying for lil'ol me!~"

"I'm perfectly fine my little mousey!~ Absolutely splendid!~"

*You knew you should've expected a reaction like that from him of all cookies, but it didn't stop you from going dumbfounded*

"You just jumped in through a closed window!!"

*He then went on this long, overexaggerated, winded speech about how much he missed you, how you two had been separated for far too long, what lengths he had to go through just to get to you, but you were wise enough to know that he was partly spewing out lies. . . Mystic Flour knew he had a plan, and had a plan he did! whilst everyone else was occupied, he'd snuck in through a back window, unbelievable how such a cheap tactic was able to work. . . It wasn't long for Shadow Milk to notice the beautiful dress you were wearing, and lights up with glee, zipping toward you, and scaring you once more*

"And might I add, that is quite a marvelous gown you have on!~ *AH!* It makes you look so much more like a proper damsel!~ who made it?!"

"Well-. . ."

*He cuts you off before another word could come out of your mouth*

"-Oh, no, no, no, wait!- don't tell me, Silent Salt Cookie made this, didn't they?~"

"*AH!* It's such a no brainer!~ They make such amazing things, of course they'd make something this cute!~ I'm a little jealous!~ *hehehe!~*"

"*Whew!~* Okay, I think we had enough excitement for one day, hadn't we?~"

*He abruptly grabs your arm and pulls you close, startling you as blush begins to creep up your cheeks*

"Time to go home!~"

*It was the mention of "home" that threw you into a loop, what did he mean by "go home?!" Shocked, you pulled yourself away from the trickster, causing surprise and slight annoyance on his end*

"H-Home?! What are you talking about?!"

"Oh, you ask such silly questions, I'm taking you with me! Back to my humble abode!~"

Obviously, going back to the guy that had the player turned into two halves, is something that they aren't fully ready to do, thus are given the choice to go with him or not; to which both have different, yet very grim results. . . If they say yes, Shadow Milk Cookie will carry them out of Silent Salt's domain, not before being founded out by the other beasts, causing the player to be caught up within the drama, eventually getting stabbed through the chest from all the excitement. . ! On the other hand, if they say no, Shadow Milk with become more persuasive toward the player, reminding them of their time spent apart. If they deny him enough times, his patience begins to wane as his persona falls apart. Becoming more demanding till he snaps, forcing the player to leave with him; but it was already too late, as the other beasts had shown up, who aren't too happy about his late arrival, and chaos ensues, leading to the player getting decapitated. . !(Woooo-)

~Final~

The player ends up back at the top of the altar in the Silver Forest, completely passed out from the shock. All the beasts, after freaking out over their dead body, head there in a heartbeat, arguing over who'd be the one to take the player home, till Mystic Flour decides enough is enough, ending the argument and declaring the Shadow Milk should be the one to take in the player since he found them first, further saying that arguing wouldn't get them anywhere and wants to start a meeting before anyone else could argue back. . . Fast forward to Shadow Milk's base, the player is getting some well needed rest as the beasts are discussing what to do next, although it isn't entirely apparent that they remember how they got there, having them around could be beneficial to their much bigger goals. After a bit of talking, Shadow Milk conjures up a wonderfully, awful, idea. . . keeping the player as their hostage. . . Think about it! From the outside world, they already have reputations for being cold and cruel monsters, if they found out they had a cookie with them, they'd go nuts! Plus, who'd be more inclined to get involved? None other than the new Guardian Of The Seal, and Ancient Hero herself, White Lily Cookie. . . Long story short, they all agree with the plan, as it will guarantee their escape, and check on the player not long after, who was still passed out

*In your dormant state, you lay unconscious as all five beasts watched you, each of them claimed a corner of the bed. As they watched, Silent Salt noticed a slight twitching in your hand, and instinctively embraced theirs into yours, rubbing their thumb on your wrist. Not everybody took it well, cause Eternal Sugar shooed their hand away just a few seconds later*

"*Ugh* Get your hands away from them, you're ruining their slumber. . !"

*She turns back to you as her mood shifts from annoyance to gentle delight*

"Awh~ They look so precious!~"

*Burning Spice leaned forward on the bed to get a better look at you, he seemed upset*

"How long are they gonna be like this. . ? It's been awhile now. . ."

"Roughly a few hours, but I believe they will be awake by tomorrow. . . Poor thing, must have scared them quite a lot "

". . . I think it'd be wise to not tell the pika about our plan, after all, we did get this far with them"

"Right you are, my dear comrade!~"

"If it were to get out that we were keeping them for our own sake, it'd surely shatter any trust we might have, and we don't want them defying us, now do we?~"

*The other beasts agreed*

"*hehehehe!* So it's settled!~"

*Running a hand up your arm, the trickster looked back at you with his signature smile*

"*Hehehehe!*Oh be sure to get all the rest you need, my little mousey!~"

"Cause you'll be in for quite the performance!~"

And that's pretty much how the story begins, the player is their little doll for the time being, none the wiser about the beasts' plans for hostage type deal with The Guardian Of The Seal

(holy crap we're almost done, guess it's time to talk about some background and bonus info)

~Background~

You are playing as the new resident of the Faerie Kingdom, a half-faerie who grew up in Crispia. There, they are known for two things, having cookie genetics and being kinda an a*s, everything makes them unique compared to other faeries, especially the lack of wings on their back, and their personality isn't exactly a pocket of sunshine either. So throw that in a blender, and you got yourself unnecessary fame that many don't want. The player receives the full "little sibling treatment" with faeries being overbearing and constantly getting doted on. Which, of course, sucks, day by day, no matter where they go, they can't escape it! The only escape they have from it all is their day job, working as the librarian's assistant is when they could finally have some peace and quiet, alongside the librarian, who became the player's good friend

Ok! Bonus Stuff!

With the player's kidnapping and life within the Silver Kingdom, a few bonus relationships the player can have are with Silverbell, Mercury Knight, Pure Vanilla, and of course White Lily. SB and Mercury are like childhood friends/crushes, having met the player before the events of the main game, making the player more acquainted toward them. White Lily and Pure Vanilla on the other hand, take a parental role, acting as the player's protectors much later in the game. Both are relatively more alien to the player, especially White Lily, but the two quickly insert themselves, insisting that they only want to keep the player safe(which makes sense considering their mission is to protect Cookiekind, and the player certainly counts) Out of the two, it's White Lily we end up getting the closest with(a mother + child bond if you will), as Guardian Of The Seal, she was horrified to find out the player was being held hostage by the beasts, and wanted to do anything in her power to save them. She also took a liking to their personality (which's fine I guess???)

It may not look like it, but this game is all about choice. It's about the ideas and importance of choice, how decisions affect your life, how even bigger decisions are often made by selfish people, and (I'm probably gonna get publicly executed for this!-) how a democracy should be handled, because let's be honest, we need a better one. . . We'll see plenty examples of a bad democracy among the beasts, as Shadow Milk, the proclaimed "leader" constantly makes choices for others, in reality only thinking about himself; it's through the player he learns to give the others a say in the matter. Speaking of which, it's the player's choices that will have the most impact as the story continues, like how most games do, the only difference is that the game provides a much wider buffet of choices, making the opportunities endless!

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If you're reading this then, Congratulations!

You Made It To The End!

Here's A Trophy!🏆(for both me and you cause omfg this took FOREVER! I'm happy with the final result but like- I never thought this would take like 5 weeks to make ;w;)

If I could go back in time, I would've definitely made this shorter. . !

If you any other ideas for this strange fangame, then feel free to let me know!~

Ok, bye!~^^

*decomposes into the soil*

[avephelis]

okay. jrwi fandom. sitting you all down. i need everyone to hear this. all sides. okay? ready? the discourse is stupid. (TLDR: block each other)

making a dichotomy out of what is a nuanced topic, and enforcing it on EVERYONE with an "us versus them" mentality, is stupid. boundaries and fandom activity are not a black and white moral issue, and you are all harassing each other over having different personal opinions. and forcing that discourse onto everyone else.

you CANNOT and WILL NOT "win" an online argument by harassing people. if you group people up, and ostracise/villainise that group, those people are going to LASH OUT. and DOUBLE DOWN. they are not going to magically agree with you. it's frustrating, but that is how the internet works.

boundaries and fandom are complicated topics. jrwi boundaries, especially, hinge on a message from 2021, which has since been contradicted by the source material. it is a grey area. but REGARDLESS of your stance on that, the point of boundaries (about fictional media and fictional characters of age) are to protect an INDIVIDUAL, and what THEY see and interact with. not to create a code of rules for everyone. and as far as i'm aware, nobody has been making the council interact with nsfw content.

FURTHERMORE. people are ALLOWED to have their own boundaries. people are ALLOWED to be uncomfortable with sensitive content, and to choose whether to engage or disengage with it based on the information they are given. making fun of people (ESPECIALLY minors) for being uncomfortable with a complex situation, and for disengaging to look after themselves, as well as acting intentionally obtuse, is not counterculture. or a "ha, gotcha". it is not cool. it is immature and needlessly cruel.

and, while it is important for people to have safe spaces, jrwi is a piece of adult media. it is fine if teens are interacting with it and the fandom space, but you cannot expect everyone to cater to your personal comforts in that space. and i don't mean this condescendingly, but everyone NEEDS to be responsible for catering their experience to best look after themself and others. because social media by design is a hostile environment.

block tags that are uncomfortable. block people you are uncomfortable around. and the people creating said sensitive work? TAG IT so we can avoid it. rate it appropriately. it is not funny to intentionally expose people to content you know is triggering for them.

and as for callouts. if there is nobody being actively hurt (which there were not in recent events), you can handle it privately. otherwise you are actively exposing uninvolved people to content they are probably trying to avoid. which isn't productive.

please just be respectful and take care of both yourself and others.

[mmikmmik]

When Mirabelle chews Siffrin out in Act 5, she actually does correctly touch on a huge issue in their relationship that's prominent from at least Act 3 and arguably present before the loops.

From the ISAT script project (emphasis mine):

Mirabelle: Is something wrong, Siffrin? Did something happen? Did you have a nightmare or something? Siffrin: No, of course not. Mirabelle: Then what happened, Siffrin! Because clearly something did happen!!! Otherwise, i-if nothing happened, I'll have to accept the fact that I was wrong about you!!! Siffrin: (Huh…?) Wrong about me…? Mirabelle: . . . Mirabelle: You always tease me, Siffrin. And it's fine. Everybody does. I guess I have the kind of personality where it's easy to want to tease me. But I know people don't mean it. It's how-- It's how some people make friends. And I thought it was the same for you. I thought, "It's okay, they don't mean it, it's how they are. They tease me, but they're never mean. And Siffrin never really hurts me." "Would never really hurt me." Mirabelle: . . . Mirabelle: But now you have, Siffrin! Thinking I should be alone… Telling me I should be alone… Who do you think you are, to say this to me? Acting like-- Like you know better than me!!! Always soooo mysterious, Siffrin, always talking as if you're better than me! As if you know me!!! But you don't, Siffrin!!! You're just as lost and useless as I am!!! So stop!!! Talking!!! As if you know me!!!!!!

I think it's easy to miss because so much of what Mirabelle says is off base. Because Siffrin insists "no, I really did just decide to suddenly undermine your self-confidence and trust in me out of nowhere for no reason, on the day before we're supposed to fight the King together", Mirabelle goes off that premise and rants that they must never have really cared about her or their mission. Obviously untrue. I think even Mirabelle's dialogue here is hinting that she knows on some level that this is one of her deep insecurities coming to the surface and it makes more sense if something did actually happen that Siffrin is refusing to explain.

But it is true that Siffrin acts superior sometimes. At the start of Act 3, Mirabelle sees him freaking out after his first meeting with Euphrasie and tries to comfort him. She sees through multiple attempts to laugh it off or deflect her (i.e., lie to her); she coaxes them to talk to her, she begs them to talk to her, and finally gently but seriously tells them that the group needs to trust each other and share their worries. And Siffrin's take-away from that last tactic is... "[I] know why she's asking [me] this. Poor Mirabelle can't just say it, so [I]'ll have to do it for her..." and asks Mirabelle what she needs help with, to Mirabelle's visible and uncharacteristic frustration. What condescension! Siffrin was being way nicer about it when he was in a better mental space, but he was basically doing the same thing Mirabelle correctly accuses him of doing in Act 5.

To be fair to Siffrin, they seem genuinely confused in Act 3 when Mira is trying to convince them to share with her, so I think it's more about them being repressed and inexperienced with friendship than an ego thing. But I do think ego is part of it, if only in an "I like myself better when I'm making Mirabelle happy" kind of way. Whatever's going on internally, the bottom line is that Siffrin is not treating Mirabelle respectfully as his adult peer and friend.

Of course Act 5 Mira doesn't remember that Act 3 conversation, so given how she described the behavior, I'm guessing Siffrin has done this sort of thing occasionally before the events of the game. And I think you can see some similar behavior in earlier acts. Siffrin worries a lot about saying things that might have upset or embarrassed Mirabelle, and a lot of their non-plot-related dialogue variations I can think of are trying to be more encouraging towards her. That's more of a grey area, though - I'm not sure I disagree with him doing stuff like faking enthusiasm for the sleepover idea or calling her plant cute. It's kind of a red flag in the context of everything else, but I can't really blame him for it. Even if these issues were fully present before the loops, I think Siffrin and Mirabelle could have worked past them without having to have a really awful fight like that, if Siffrin wasn't falling apart so badly. I really, really like their resolution to be "feelings buddies" as a conclusion to this character arc - yeah! opening up! mutual trust and reassurance! willingness to be vulnerable with each other! Good for them!

[hybbart]

Oooh I have a question. You've talked recently about how the ranchers are aging in raau and I was wondering... how do blazeborn and avians show aging if it is different from humans? Will Jimmy's feathers go grey? Obviously tango doesn't have hair to lose or turn white, but will his flame be effected?

Honestly I haven't thought much about it, besides the usually pains of growing old for a human, but here are some thoughts.

I always imagined blazeborns with very thick, stiff skin, which is why I usually only give human Tango wrinkles and perma-eye bags that he would most certainly have. So, Jimmy would probably start to show wrinkles before him even though he's younger. His hair certainly wouldn't go grey but it probably does retreat. I don't think it would get thin, it just covers less space. (I do try to give Tango a farther back hairline on the sides but I know I often fail, cause I'll draw a line I really like even though it's further forward than the design calls for...)

Probably maintaining a higher temperature becomes more difficult and winters are a lot more stressful on his body. I think by the time they reach senior years they hibernate through winter if they're in a place that has colder weather. The ranchers already avoid moving and going out too much during winter, though, especially with Tango's chronic pain being exacerbated by the weather.

the one thing I definitely imagine is the black marks on their extremities reaches further as they age and they cool down, eventually even his nose and ears will begin to turn black, like a lot that's burnt away. Also probably his sclera continues to lighten until its the same colour as his iris.

Maybe their tail also gets longer or shorter. Blazeborn tails are basically a wick or fuse, it changes length constantly.

For birds Their plumage does get duller and thinner, so Jimmy's feathers probably age as you would expect from a person. Though maybe it's less a retreating hairline and more about patchiness, since they don't have much hair to begin with (I made the very self indulgent decision that avians only grow what's essentially vestigial hair on the very top of their head, the only thing that grows ont he rest of their skin is sometimes scales.) Probably their skin becomes greyer and scalier. Maybe their ears begin to droop. Weakening lungs and lung damage are also common issues for avians so Jimmy would have to be careful. Avian's lungs are incredibly sensitive and delicate because of how large an important they are.

I think for the most part, though, Jimmy ages like a person. Senses going, joints weakening, metabolism slowing down, etc.

[nondivisable]

[Image ID: A person standing in a forest, leaning on two forearm crutches. He has short, curly, split colored hair - left side pink, right side brown - tied into space buns. He's wearing a grey crop top, dark grey pants and black combat boots]

in honor of my anger induced post about dynamic disability, and also my somehow really famous post about disabled people being allowed to have hobbies

this is me after a 3k hike, I really love hiking and am so grateful for my crutches and my family who help me be able to keep doing it, even with chronic hip issues <3

[deadbeat-motel]

ᑕᖇYᗰIᑎI ᖇEᗪEᔕIGᑎ

So this redesign is on a character that doesn't appear in the series proper. This is Crymini.

Her purpose in Deadbeat is to fulfill the sloth part of the 7 sins theme and be the most modern character we have in the roster (still debating whether she should be from the 2000s, 2010s or the 2020s).

Theres really not much I can say about this redesign.

My issues with her Original design:

A "Punk rock" character who has a pretty bland design. Her outfit consists of only two things, a skull print dress and a black jacket.

How in the 9 hells does that hair work??? Two segments are fighting for space on her head while the third one acts as a giant ponytail???

She suffers from the same problem all anthro female characters from Viv suffer from: they're made from the same hourglass body wolf base. If I were to take out the spots from her body, could you tell that this is a hyena and not some generic cat/wolf character? If she ever gets into season 2, Hopefully, she gets a second redesign to give her a unique body.

The thought process behind the design:

Gave her a nonfeminine body, or more like a body type where she doesn't have a cinched waist.

My roster was looking a little bit too muted and she needed a pop of color to distinguish herself from the others, hence the blue stitches on her grey hoodie.

The collar is a manifestation of her feelings of being controlled by her family, being visually too tight and almost suffocating. Despite being far from her family now, she hasn't outran the issues they cause for her

Her clothing choice is pretty bland since I don't think she would be the type of person to have a fashion sense. As long as it feels good, it's nice enough for her.

[bakubonez]

Blank Space

Caelus x GN! Reader || fluff

Summary: Caelus is bad at interior design. Maybe letting him stay in the cardboard box was a better idea.

A/N: wow this is proofread unlike my many other fics,,, based loosely off the most recent event thingy where the trailblazer gets their own room on the express. reminder to go do it if you haven’t already because it gives LOADS of stellar jade!!!

You were thrilled when March excitedly told you that Caelus was getting his own room on the express—especially such a spacious one! Putting him in the storage room was quite a good idea. It almost made you curse yourself for not thinking of it sooner.

You were slightly less thrilled when he dragged you into renovating it with him. Sure, you were handy enough and the task of decorating on its own wasn’t a daunting one, but add having to help Caelus do it to the mix and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea.

Everyone knows that you two adore each other. You truly are two peas in a pod. But really, Caelus’ style when it came to living spaces was… not ideal. Especially compared to your own. Listen, that man was sleeping in a cardboard box of all things with no issue prior to being graced with his own designated space on the express. Did anyone expect him to have interior design skills?

“No, that completely clashes with everything,” you argue, trying to steer Caelus away from the ugly, blinding colours that he seemed so intent of throwing into his room with no regard for a sense of coherency.

“It does not,” he argued, reluctantly letting go of his ‘dream’ to have pee yellow pillow cases and a miserable looking grey-yellow colour for his sheets. What was his obsession with ugly yellows? We’ll never know.

At some point, you and March had genuinely developed a mild concern for Caelus. No truly mentally sound person would make the creative decisions that he did. Maybe he should’ve stayed in his cardboard box. Giving him a room with free reign over what to do with it may have been a lapse in judgement.

Despite the hassle that reasoning with Caelus over room decor was, it paid off. After some time, and a lot of effort(like a ridiculous amount. It should not have been this difficult) from you and March, you finally find the happy medium between a layout that isn’t completely horrific and something that Caelus likes.

The room turns out to be quite cosy, and you find yourself being a little bit jealous of Caelus’ big bathtub. Though, he has welcomed you to use it yourself from time to time. You’ll most certainly be taking up that offer.

All in all, you and March—ahem, you, March, and Caelus, did a good job on decorating the space. It is a step up from the cardboard box.

Unfortunately, giving Caelus a luxury room all to himself isn’t going to stop him from dumpster diving and finding his way into the vents, but that’s his problem now, not yours.

Now, you can bask in the fruits of your labour and enjoy as many lavish baths as you want while he goes to cause trouble. Perhaps you’ll join him.

[kerosene-in-a-blender]

One thing I've noticed playing around in the fan spaces for both Critical Role and Dragon Age the past few months is that Warden Antoine and Laudna have strikingly similar personal narratives but Antoine's is handled much more effectively than Laudna's is despite him only appearing in two short stories and in a secondary role in a video game versus Laudna being a main character in a long form D&D actual play and a novel.

Both were commoners living normal lives until a event outside of either's control resulted in them, effectively or in actuality, dying young. Both got a second chance by way of becoming something other than what they were, but that also has something wrong about it. Both cope by leaning into a cheerful optimism that seems to outside observers incongruous with their circumstances and what they are. Both spent a length of time traveling with the woman they would eventually fall in love with. Both consider the relationship they developed with her to be a bright spot in their second life.

But where I think Antoine (and by extension his relationship with Evka) works and Laudna (and by extension her relationship with Imogen) falls flat is that Antoine's emotional response to everything that happened to him is a driving narrative force for him in a way it just isn't for Laudna, and that Antoine more actively participates in his own narrative than Laudna does. For the first point, that Antoine is struggling to adjust to being a Grey Warden and actually feels a great deal of resentment at how limited that life is underneath all his cheerfulness is a major aspect of his character arc in "Hunger", his and Evka's short story Tevinter Nights. And this character beat is carried through into Dragon Age: The Veilguard, where in the codex "Letters for After the Calling" where Antoine admits that whatever else being a Warden is, this life gave him Evka, with the implication that becoming a Warden was worth it for the chance to be with her. With Laudna, she was initially conceived of by Marisha as a character who was completely over her trauma from what happened to her in the past, though as Campaign 3 went on, it became increasingly clear that that was not true. But Marisha's attempts to pivot and actually address and unpack this aspect of her character ultimately resulted either in no arc (Laudna's violent and defensive response to even perceived betrayal) or an arc so truncated and lacking in internal narrative thrust as to be unsatisfying (her brief use of Delilah as a metaphor for addiction; the resulting conflict with Imogen that rapidly fizzled into nothing).

For the second point, Antoine got Blighted in the first place because he chose to act a distraction after Darkspawn attacked the country estate he was working at in order to allow the other servants to escape, whereas Laudna went to a feast held by the couple ruling her town, not knowing she had been randomly selected to die as a warning to Vox Machina. And while Evka made him the offer of surviving the Blight by becoming a Grey Warden, it was Antoine's choice to accept it, whereas Laudna's undeath simply happened with no input from her due to her being a Shadow Sorcerer. Antoine being a narrative agent in circumstances where Laudna is passively pulled along by outside narrative forces also extends to their relationships. Laudna displayed zero inclination to pursue a romantic relationship with Imogen prior to the latter asking to kiss her (to the point of calling Imogen her sister just episodes prior), and even once they got together, only ever passively went along with whatever Imogen wanted and suggested for the relationship. Notably the conflict between her and Imogen over Delilah and her influence on Laudna was precipitated entirely by Imogen's hesitancy to be with someone who could attack a friend in his sleep at Delilah's urging, and promptly ended once Imogen fault secure in that no longer being an issue. Antoine meanwhile, proposes marriage to Evka in their short story "Won't Know When", and helps her work through her own hesitance in embracing that kind of commitment due to the inherent danger of being a Warden and the perpetual ticking clock that this the Calling.

Much has been said about the missed opportunity that is Campaign 3 and Laudna as a character in specific, and the fact that Antoine does a lot of the same things and more effectively in less time proves that, had the work been done, Laudna could have been a great character, but since it never was, she remains a great disappointment.

[periprose]

Ps5 Peter Parker x reader inspired by this?

It's one of my favorite MerDer moments on Grey's anatomy 🙈😭

Peter explains something about physics or an idea for a gagdet...

🤣 this image really cracked me up lol thanks for the ask!! I've set the fic to take place in the first game, Peter and Reader are Otto's assistants at Octavius Industries. Please ignore the science mumbo jumbo in this fic.

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Otto's lab was really cold this time of year. He barely had the funds to make rent in Manhattan, let alone provide optimal heating and other luxuries.

Still, you shiver, searching through your locker for your comfy, oversized jumper. You're just pulling it on when Peter pops up from behind you.

"Hey."

"Jesus!" You flinch and then rub your eyes. "Hey, Peter. How do you get behind me so fast? That's the third time this month I didn't even see you come in."

"Uh... I just have good reflexes, I think." Peter's mouth twists a little, as he tries not to laugh at your jumper. "Are you sure that's up to lab standards? Where's your lab coat?"

"Ah, Otto doesn't mind. He knows I'm cold." You explain, and Peter sighs.

"Well, he never gives me special treatment."

"Probably because you're not as cute as I am." You joke, but Peter nods and you feel a callous level of attraction towards him for being so nonchalant in terms of flirting.

You never really know where you stand with the guy. He's a naturally witty person and you refuse to read into anything any deeper, just for self preservation.

"Hey, I can't disagree with that." Peter laughs that quiet, soft laugh that makes you smile on your own. "Here, I got you a cup of coffee. That should help warm you up."

You look down and see, sure enough, Peter's holding a coffee cup tray, loaded with three cups, surely your usual orders- for you, extra black espresso to stay awake, for Peter, usually some kind of healthy tea hybrid, and for Otto, a large, creamy Italian coffee blend that's particularly expensive (Peter always jokes that Otto wastes funding on things like this).

"Oh, I'll pay you back." You reach back into your locker for your wallet, but Peter stops you with a raise of his hand.

"It's free of charge. No worries." He hands you the cup gently, and your hand skirts across his. You think for a moment.

"Nothing is ever really 'free of charge', Peter." You give him a side glance. In the last couple of months you've known this guy, you've figured out when he has an ulterior motive.

"... Alright, alright. You got me." Peter starts pulling you along by the hand, towards one of Otto's offices filled with white-boards and desks and equipment. You take a sip of your coffee and notice that it's still quite hot- Peter must've been really fast to make it so.

Not that you're complaining, and now that you're warmer you do feel more inclined to listen to him.

"Okay. You know how Otto's neural interface for the experimental arms have been glitching out?" Peter's got a firm look on his face, as you sit and listen.

"Yeah. It's a poor prototype, I think he asked us to leave it alone? He said he'd deal with it." You shrug. "I've moved on to his requests for a tighter, stronger arm. You know I deal with hardware."

"Yes, but even so, the neural interface problem still persists. Otto's lying." Peter looks at the whiteboard, and sees that half of it is covered all over with erratically drawn diagrams and equations. It's fine, he knows he can write what he needs in that space.

"Okay, look." Peter begins drawing a diagram of the neural interface's circuitry. "See how the voltage is really high?"

"Yeah- but isn't that what Doc wanted?" You grimace. "Last time I brought up the voltage issue, he told me to mind my business and continue with soldering. He wants so much power for some reason."

"Right, that's what I'm talking about. Notice how Otto keeps having those outbursts?" Peter sighs, a deeply upsetting look overtaking him. "He's getting a bit aggressive as of late, and I think it's because he can't figure this out."

"You're telling me. Just yesterday he chewed me out for clocking in a bit late." You sniff. "Okay, I was fifteen minutes late, but still."

"I've been there, you don't even have to justify it." Peter laughs, and begins drawing squiggly lines. You can't help but notice how his strangely muscular arms are tense and visible through his lab coat as he scrawls, and you take a sip of your coffee, savoring the view. Looking isn't illegal, you try to rationalize, but you quickly banish these thoughts as Peter looks back with a sly glance, to make sure you're paying attention.

"This is the electricity flow... and it should be heading this way, but the neural interface is made incorrectly and the flow of energy is heading back this way... towards the-"

"The battery of the arms, not the interface." You suddenly realize, and take a scrap piece of paper off the desk, scribbling down notes. "Hmm... maybe the wiring used for the arms is absorbing too much energy? Or the batteries are too big?"

"Maybe, but neural interfaces are tricky business." Peter winces as Otto yells at something in the background of the lab. "I told Otto not to get too involved with it- it's far too easy to accidentally mess with your brain, and then suddenly you've got anger issues or worse-"

"Dementia." You finish his sentence with an equally grim expression. "Okay. I hear you, but how are we supposed to fix it, exactly? I can only think of using different, smaller wires, or a less cost heavy battery- but then it won't move at the speed Otto wants it to."

"Yeah." Peter's shoulders slump a little, and you feel bad. He's always just one dude trying to take on the entire world's problems.

"Peter, it's not your problem, really. You can only do so much- the man has made up his mind, he's going to have to take the brunt of the problem." You try to console him, but Peter has that determined Parker Pride you've seen far too often, and you know he's not going to let it go.

"Wait, wait. Okay..." Peter starts frantically drawing on the board, and seeing that he's running out of space, without missing a beat, begins to draw on the wall.

"Peter! You're drawing on the wall!" You admonish him, and to your shock and utter horror, but not to your surprise, he keeps going. "Now you've completely lost it- it'll take two seconds to erase the board-"

But Peter isn't listening, in that overly stubborn, inventor way that you know you've done before. He's too lost in his own thoughts, and you know that spark will disappear if he takes a moment to stop drawing.

"I'll clean it. It's fine. We got to get a move on." Peter points to the new diagram on the wall. "Look at this."

Peter's drawn a rudimentary depiction of the robotic arm prototypes you've built for Otto, but the battery pack has been split up into several, smaller batteries that extend over the course of the arms. Something about the way the arms move in Peter's drawings look a lot more... smooth, silky, like a cephalopod.

An octopus.

But you are amazed at Peter's capabilities, either way. "Using multiple different batteries, so the energy isn't drawn away from the neural interface in a great capacity?" You blink, a bit amused at Peter's eager expression. "It would work, I think, but only if Otto is willing for a slight decrease in power."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. We don't need to sacrifice power at all." Peter draws a set of gears, interlocking through the squiddy looking arm, and you clap your hands, clambering up out of your seat, finally enthused by his idea.

"Peter Parker, you genius!" You shake his arm excitedly, and he turns a bit pinker as he watches you, grinning. "Otto wanted the arm to be almost entirely synthetic material- but if it has rotating gears, the less it will jerk around. It'll be faster, smoother-"

"Thus requiring less power anyways, and less power will be redirected into his neural interface. And, hypothetically, no more angry Otto." Peter grins, and you smile up at him. "I mean, it'll still take some tinkering to figure out, but incremental improvements are still improvements, right?"

"Definitely. Plus we can always try to convince him about solar power again." You joke as Peter snickers.

Peter opens his mouth, about to say something to you, but he stares for a moment too long and hesitates, especially because in the nerdy excitement, he had gotten so close to you, and he was a liar if he said he had never checked out his cute co-worker. Any second now, you should be teasing as you usually do- but your eyes are wide and Peter gets the sense you've been swept up in this too.

He's never been so... close. He can make out individual eyelashes, tiny scars, imperceptible to normal people, but not to him.

And his phone buzzes with some kind of alert. He looks it over with bright, concerned eyes, while you take a moment to step back, much to Peter's mild irritation.

"Ah... must be MJ?" You ask, trying so very hard not to sound like a jealous girlfriend, just a curious colleague. You have nothing against MJ- you just feel that she and Peter are so meant for each other, and this is exactly why you've been trying to protect yourself.

Who are you kidding? You and Peter are both so busy- you'd never have time to be his doting, adoring girlfriend. You just have to remember him as a friend.

Already you feel the walls coming into place, your expression turning neutral, your heart becoming steely, when Peter looks at you again, surprised.

He can tell you're holding yourself back- and he doesn't like that. He wants you to come back to him, to be close with him again, and it drives him nuts that it has to be your choice, but he respects that.

"Not MJ. We broke up a while ago." Peter swallows, hoping he's saying the right things. "Uh... I don't think we're going to get back together. She's dating someone else now."

"Oh." You squeeze Peter's shoulder as comfortingly as you can. "Peter, I'm sorry. I would've been less of an ass if I'd known."

"No, don't be." Peter fixes a firm, kindhearted glance at you, taking your hands, the warmth of his own making you feel especially treasured. "You're great."

There's a teeny bit of hope working it's way into you, into your silly, girly heart despite all the steel around it, and Peter has a soft smile reserved just for you- you know that smile, you've seen it before when he comforts you when an experiment goes poorly, or when you've had a Eureka moment.

He rubs your hands. "Jeez, you're cold! I know women are usually freezing in the workplace- different body temperatures on average and all that- but I'm going to have to talk to Otto about making it warmer in here."

"Lest I die of hypothermia, right." You snort, and Peter snickers, but he still stays close, as if he's using this as an excuse. "Well, at least I have your hands."

Peter's phone buzzes again, another alert, which he apologetically takes a moment to read after letting go of you. Something about Fisk's thugs making their way through Grand Central Station- he shouldn't leave right now, but he can see your curiosity is piqued.

"Just a news alert. Nothing big." Peter lies, and you don't quite buy it, but you don't want to pry at this moment after he's complimented you and been so nice to warm up your hands.

Otto bursts through the entrance of the room, sighing.

"Will you two lovebirds stop canoodling with each other and test out the circuitry? You know, like I'm paying you to do so with very limited funds?" He barks, and then inhales. "Sorry. Just... try to stay on task. And I know you're young and all... but stop drawing on the walls!"

He leaves, grumbling about youth being too romantic and wishing they would understand sensibility.

You're about to refute whatever Otto said, so Peter doesn't feel uncomfortable, when he speaks first.

"I take it he isn't a romantic." Peter jokes as he grabs some paper towels, and you laugh, feeling that Peter's flirting was more genuine than you thought.

[alicentflorent]

it’s more complicated than “he raped someone end of story” - Sarah Hess on Aegon raping a serving girl

The thing is Sarah, it isn’t though is it? If someone (fictional or not) is revealed to be a rapist then that is how we are going to see them. Rape is something that is mostly a black and white issue and something most people will see as unforgiveable.

YOU made the choice to write this character as a rapist. YOU decided to include a scene of his survivor, who already oppressed because of her class status, hysterically crying and asking someone to please believe her. We aren’t going to care if her rapist doesn’t realise it was rape. Rape is still Rape and majority of the audience is going to see rapist as irredeemable,

If you wanted to make Aegon more likeable and more morally grey then that’s fair but maybe don’t make him a canon rapist? You don’t want him to be seen as a sadistic evil villain like joffrey but you took us on a city tour showing us the depraved things he’s done like watching child fighting rings for entertainment, showing one of his bastards being trafficked into these rings and having Aemond tell us that Aegon had him raped in a brother when he turned 13 (another sexual assault).

If you wanted to address rape and rape culture in a medieval society and show the POV of the victims, the enablers and the perpetrators then it has to be handled sensitively and written in a way that allows nuance without dismissing the experience of rape survivors. You don’t have the talent or intellect to handle something like that because you couldn’t think far enough ahead to consider the implications of what you were writing and how it would impact the bigger story.

You can’t retcon these decisions you’ve made after you’ve aired them. You can’t ignore what you’ve written because you regret the way you wrote a character into a joffrey shaped corner and now you’ve realised that maybe you should have handled certain characters differently so now we have a new season of the show and multiple characters who seem like they’ve had a personality change within the space of a week

[creative-crybaby]

Phantom Limbs

PAIRING: Takami Keigo (Hawks) x fem!reader

GENRE: angst | comfort | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: dry humping, nipple play, spit play, light manhandling, hair pulling, creampie, overstimulation, marking (scratches)

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

SUMMARY: Having lost his wings, there's only so much Takami can do to help other heroes and save innocent civilians. And with him having even less time on his hands, you do whatever you can to take care of him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Posting on my birthday is like a little gift from me to me :)

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

You wait by the windows out of habit. 

The book in your hand has remained open on the same page for the past fifteen minutes, your eyes reading the words, but your brain too distracted to process them. Your focus is more on the corners of your peripheral vision, hoping to catch something, anything outside. All that’s offered in the great outdoors is grey skies and an even greyer atmosphere. Though, you suppose you should know better by now. 

Because, as of late, he’s been entering your shared home through the front door. 

The sound of the jiggling knob has you up from your seat in a second; you slam your book shut and toss it onto the coffee table (never mind saving your page). You’re at the entrance when the door fully opens, anxiously shifting your weight from one foot to the other. 

Takami’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your rushed movements, but he then exhales as he kicks off his boots. 

“Honey, I’m home,” the Pro Hero quips, though his tone and smile lack his usual energy. You greet him back while helping him remove his jacket, the material cold and damp in your hands. You get a better look at him once you turn back to him. With the harsh weather and being outside for who knows how long, it’s only natural for him to deal with those conditions’ blunt force. Soaked to the bone, he shivers, though you can tell he’s trying to stop his movements. His blonde hair is now a dark gold from the rain, stray strands sticking to his forehead. It’s a miracle his skin isn’t blue, but he’s definitely a few shades too pale. And his eyes—they haven’t known rest even before the Paranormal Liberation War, but dealing with the aftermaths of such a tragedy takes its toll even on the strongest of heroes. 

You gently rest your hand on his cheek, your thumb lovingly caressing the new scar on his skin. “What are you doing out there?”

Takami sighs, relaxing in your hold before shifting his head to peck your palm. “Oh, the usual.”

You’d press for more if the look he gave you weren’t one of exhaustion, almost pleading. Instead, you rake the fingers of your free hand through his hair, careful not to tug on any knots. 

“How about a shower?” you hum. “I’ll even help you out.”

The blonde mumbles something in agreement, seemingly too low on energy for any more words, before following you to the bathroom. 

Several months back in your relationship, you’d struggle to have him in your home, what with his gigantic wings. He’d rarely knock over your belongings due to his cautiousness, but it didn’t change that your apartment wasn’t Wing-Hero-friendly. 

That was the least of your problems when he decided to stay over. Your bed wasn’t big enough for the two of you, and you’d wake up in the morning to find his wings positioned uncomfortably. Even when Hawks would dismiss your concern, you weren’t fooled. But going from queen-sized to king-sized wasn’t an issue compared to your bathroom. Even sharing the space with a wingless person was bound to have you two bump into each other, and yet, your boyfriend made himself at home. 

With your apartment now nothing more than a pile of rubble, all those concerns seem foolish, almost cruel, as you actually went out of your way to get a larger bed for him. 

What’s crueller is that a smaller space would no longer be an issue now that his wings are gone. 

You can’t help but think about all of this bitterly every time you two enter the shower. The one in Takami’s home is far bigger, made to accommodate his wings, but it’s all just empty space. He settles on the shower stool with a heavy exhale, and you stand behind him to wash his hair, letting the warm water wash away whatever pessimistic thoughts crawl back to taunt you. At least you can take comfort in seeing the Pro Hero visibly relax under your touch, tilting his head back as your fingers thoroughly massage his scalp. 

You’re extra careful when washing his body. The scar on his back makes you pause before resuming your task, and while the blonde notices your hesitance, he doesn’t comment. It’s not the only mark on his body, but it’s certainly the largest. Maybe one day, you’ll come to pepper the area with kisses as you would with all the other scars that litter his body. For now, knowing how it ended up on him hits you with the anxieties of “what if.”

Having kept your hair up and out of the way, you cover yourself in a towel before assisting your boyfriend out of the shower. He wraps a towel around his hips and sighs a silent thank you before you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. It’s all either of you say for a while, even while you dry his hair with him settled in front of you, between your thighs and facing away. 

The hot water flushes his skin, a sight that helps you relax as you run a towel through his locks. You let it rest around his neck once you’re done, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his torso. 

“Want me to make you something to eat?” you ask quietly. “You must be starving.”

“I’m okay,” he hums. Your fingers skate across the blonde’s abdomen, drawing random shapes and patterns and making him shiver. “I just want to stay like this for a bit longer.”

You shift your head to rest your chin on his shoulder, the fluffy material of the towel tickling your skin. “Then let me get you some clothes so you don’t catch a cold.”

The Pro Hero gently removes himself from your embrace, turning to face you. Your wrists remain in his grasp, and he brings them to his lips to kiss both of your palms. 

“That won’t be necessary,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes fluttering closed. “Stay.”

His voice has a light rasp, and you’re sure you catch the subtle pleading in his tone. You sigh, sliding your hands to caress his face. Takami’s eyes open again, golden irises peering up at you as his brows furrow lightly. There’s a gentle tug to his hold, and you shift closer to him. 

“So much for all that time to kill,” you try to quip, though you don’t find your tone convincing. For good measure, you trace his jaw with featherlight kisses. “Even with the Safety Commission out of the way, you can’t catch a break.”

He chuckles airily. “It was never going to be all that simple, dove. You and I both know that.”

You pout at his words. The pull of his grasp reappears, and you’re brought closer to your boyfriend until you’re almost sitting on his lap. One of his hands slides to your waist, encouraging you to do so. You obey, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. Back when he had his wings, your fingertips would graze their base, earning you breathy moans from him. With them now gone, you settle for lightly scratching at his undercut.

���Must be exhausted with everything going on,” you whisper, the tip of your nose gently grazing against his. 

“Coming home to you makes it all worth it,” Takami breathes before closing the gap. You both exhale into the kiss as you pull each other closer. Even with a towel in the way, he runs his hands up and down your torso, opting to feel you as much as possible. Once you’ve removed yourself from the embrace, he still attaches his lips to any exposed skin he can find. 

“Keigo,” you whimper, trying to hold still as he nibbles on your neck. “Are you sure? You need rest.”

You feel the Pro Hero shake his head without pausing the assault on the skin. “I need you.”

Even before destruction fell upon the country, you’ve worried for Takami’s safety. With his wings, he could reach the clouds; any higher could take the oxygen out of his lungs. He’s capable, but also human: even the overly glorified ones have limits. And as much as you want him to be well, you miss him just as much. 

You unlatch him from you without tugging too hard, and you’re met with glossy eyes and quivering lips. That desperation has been stuck in his tone and gaze since he returned home. Needing you close in any physical manner that’s given to him, his focus staying on you a little longer than what one may consider necessary. You remember when you’d beg him to stay in bed a bit longer before he went on patrol, putting on your best pout to convince him. 

But now he's the one begging, pleading for your touch. And with the subtle poking of your thigh, you’re given more than enough convincing. Your lips return to mesh with his as you attempt to remove your towel with what little wiggle room you have. Takami takes this opportunity to let his hands roam your bare skin, tracing your curves and groping at any fat he can find while leaving a trail of goosebumps. The towel around his neck slides off, and you’d remove the last one if you could, but for now, you make the most of the situation by grinding into his lap, his bulge rubbing against your clit deliciously. 

He’s restless; you noticed the signs before you found yourself on top of him. The Pro Hero moans into your mouth, his hands quick to grip your hips to drag them across his own. He pushes for a deeper kiss, if even possible, letting his tongue taste yours. You’re in desperate need of oxygen, and you’re sure he’s in the same state. When you pull away, he leans in to catch your lips once more.

“Let me take over,” you pant, resting your forehead against his. “Let me make you feel good.”

“No,” Takami groans lowly, eyes lidded and face flushed. “Need this. Need to do this for you.” He slowly flips you both from your current position so you lay on the mattress caged below his arms and legs. With a shadow looming over his handsome features, his eyes glow gold. “It’s selfish of me, I know, but I’ll take good care of you, too. Show you how much you mean to me.”

His words make your eyes soften, your arms wrapping around his neck again and pulling him close. Neither of your gazes leaves each other, not even as the towel ever so slowly loosens from his hips and cascades off his body. With your lips mere centimetres away, you’d have to give him credit for showing restraint thus far.  

“You can never be selfish when you deserve the world,” you say before closing the distance. A growl escapes his throat; from your words or your taste, you aren’t sure, and you don’t care to figure it out. Not when he pulls away to trail messy open-mouthed kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbone before latching on to one of your nipples. Your back arches into his touch, and his other hand tweaks at your neglected bud. 

From your peripheral vision, you catch his shoulder blades twitch. You’d remember how his wings would ruffle when you two would make love, showing just as much vulnerability as the rest of him. The base of his crimson limbs was especially sensitive, and he’d let out the most beautiful sounds whenever they’d meet your touch. With them gone, the subtle movement is mere muscle memory. But when they jerk again once your fingers tug his somewhat-damp locks, you know better than to dismiss his body’s reactions.

Takami unlatches from your nipple to press his face between your breasts, inhaling deeply while his hand continues its treatment on the other bud. The sudden halt in his ministrations has you peering down at him, face warm while showing your confusion. 

Still pressed against your chest, his gaze meets yours, eyes hooded and ravenous. “I can’t wait any longer.”

You exhale, trying your best to prevent your breathing from stammering. “Then don’t.”

Those two words were more than enough for the blonde, quickly propping himself up before pulling you closer to his body by your legs. The sudden shift makes you yelp, but Takami doesn’t say anything as he pumps his cock, using his precum as lube. His touches had you already dripping, and watching him stroke himself as he watches you with desperation and lust in his eyes only adds to the mess between your thighs. 

Normally, he’d take his time with you. The Pro Hero, known for his speed when defeating villains, would throw all that out the window when you were in the picture, wanting to enjoy every second he has with you. This also applies to love-making, opting to prep you by treasuring your body and pleasure before the main event. 

But with how he’s currently panting as he aims his cock at your entrance, his face and neck flushed, you’re more than content to indulge in his neediness. 

His attempt at restraint is apparent as he takes his time sliding in. The tip makes you whine, and the blonde’s brows crease as he slowly adds another inch. His hold, now on your hips, is bruising, even as his thumbs would caress your skin. It makes you hiss, reaching up and making grabbing motions for him. Takami obeys, dropping to bury his head in the junction of your neck and inhaling your scent. A mistake: one where the consequences earn you a groan and the rest of his cock slammed inside your soaked pussy. 

“Keigo!” you cry, pulling him closer. 

Curses tumble from his lips. “‘M sorry, dove. I—oh, God…”

If being stuffed full without warning didn’t make you so delirious, you’d swear you heard him whimper. His calloused hands wander your body while his lips sprinkle kisses onto your shoulder: an apology, one you drunkenly accept as you try to adjust to the intrusion. A snug fit—it makes you wrap your legs around his hips. Your actions have the Pro Hero shifting to face you. He resembles a lost puppy, with his slightly-parted lips and wide eyes beneath furrowed brows of concern. You almost coo. 

“Go ahead,” you whisper, fingers dancing across his undercut. “Use me.”

The expression he gives you before he reels his hips back is pleading and one of gratitude. You barely register it before he slams back into you and knocks the air out of your lungs. 

Takami finds his pace in no time, pounding against you that the sound of skin slapping skin overpowers both of your heavy breathing. Every thrust has you squeezing around his shaft, and he rests his forehead against yours. 

Everything is burning—the room, your mangled bodies, his breath fanning against your cheek. You’re boiling, your brain melting into a puddle of nothingness as your hands fly to his back, your nails planting into his shoulder blades. Your boyfriend’s eyes screw shut, a sharp grunt escaping him. You want to apologize; you should apologize, but you don’t realize your actions, and with his sudden angle shift, words fail you with every probe at your sweet spot. All you can give him is pathetic moans through a slack jaw. 

His lips meet your swollen ones: you give him plenty.

“Keigo,” you manage to slur against his mouth. Takami bites your bottom lip, one of his hands reaching between your bodies to messily rub your puffy clit. You wail, and he pulls away from the assault on your lips. 

“Open,” he heaves. Surprisingly, you not only understand but comply, letting your mouth fall open once more for his hungry gaze. Through glossy eyes, you barely see him puckering his lips and letting a blob of spit fall into your awaiting tongue. You squeak when it lands before you swallow the tiny puddle. His thrusts don’t falter throughout all of this, and his lewd act of possessiveness tips you over the edge, your weeping pussy creaming around his dick and leaving a gooey ring at its base. A sight you’d love to witness if your vision wasn’t currently white. 

But Takami doesn’t stop. Not while you ride through your orgasm, not once you come down from it, and certainly not when you begin to cry from the overstimulation. 

“Keigo!” you squeal, tightening your hold on his back. “Too much! ‘S too much!”

His speed has yet to falter, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Not that your lover is any better, what with his vision gone hazy and grip tightening. 

“Almost there, baby.” You can feel his warm breath fanning your face from his panting. “Just lemme—” His thrusts grow sloppier, jackhammering into your cunt like his life depends on it, all while whimpering “pleasepleasepleaseplease” on a loop. A particularly rough thrust has you wailing and your nails clawing down his back. Takami lets out a drawn-out groan. “Sh-Shit—”

The tiniest push and he’s hurtled over you, eyes screwed shut and jaw slack as his hips stutter. His face is flushed, close to rivalling the colour of his wings, and strands of his dishevelled hair clings to his forehead with sweat. Even with an unfocused gaze and a foggy brain, you can tell he’s as ethereal as ever as he fills you with hot ropes of cum. 

You feel his muscles relax under your hold, and the Pro Hero exhales deeply before dropping on top of you. The sudden weight, while at first crushing, eventually feels like a weighted blanket, and you wrap your arms around your lover once more. 

It isn’t until both your breathings are regulated do you speak, your words somewhat muffled against his skin. “You okay, pretty bird?”

Takami sighs, planting a kiss on your temple before pulling out. You shiver at the feeling of his cum leaking out; he notices, opting to caress your sides to calm you down. He can only offer a hum in confirmation at your question, the vibrations buzzing off his body and tickling yours.

When he gets off you, he also dismounts the bed, making his way to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. It isn’t until he twists his body to have his back face it do you catch the red scratch marks on his shoulder blades, vibrant and right on top of his most recent battle scar. You gasp.

“I’m so sorry, Kei,” guilt is evident in your voice as you sit up on the bed, hugging the sheets. “I should have been more careful. Let me go get—”

A soft, airy chuckle interrupts your worrying. The blonde traces one of your marks, shifting his shoulder blades before fully facing you. 

“It’s like they never left,” he rasps, lips twitching to form a sad smile. “Too bad I won’t be able to fly with them.”

Your brows knit together as you frown at his words, your eyes growing warm as they threaten to rain down tears. Your lover’s expression doesn’t budge as he approaches you, climbing the bed and finding his spot next to yours. He laughs dryly to himself, and it only dies down once you place your hand on his.

“Please, talk to me,” you whisper, leaning your head on his shoulder.

What remains of his front is cut off by a hiccup. It isn’t until you feel his body tremble do you peer at him to find streams of tears cascading down his rosy cheeks. 

“Sometimes it feels like they’re still there,” he sobs silently, pausing to collect himself. You’re quick to pull him into your embrace, and he melts completely. “Even with the Commission out of the way, I still feel trapped.” He pulls back to look at you with pleading eyes. “I thought wings were a symbol of freedom. What happened?”

Hawks is gone, and before you is Keigo. A Pro Hero so young and forced onto such a high pedestal that one wrong step is a heavy drop. Without his wings, only you are there to catch him. 

And with all the strength you can muster, you do so, carrying his weight in your arms as he falls apart, trembling and crying and heaving so hard you fear he’ll slip between your fingers into a pile of nothingness. For as long as you’ve known him, Takami has only ever born his soul to you like this fewer times than you can count on one hand. If he could save the lives of countless civilians (including your own), you figure that being his safety net is the least you can do. 

A weak snicker escapes his lips, and you pull back to face him.

“Tokoyami’s been calling a bunch these past several days,” he drawls, his thumb mindlessly caressing your arm while staring past your shoulder. “Never answered him back, not even once. I should at least call the kid.”

Your boyfriend’s about to get up before you try to hold him in his spot without using too much force (not that you’d be able to stop him). His questioning gaze trails to you, and no matter how much you want to coddle him until he wants you gone, you keep your head up.

“Not now, honey,” You rest your forehead against his. “One step at a time. You can apologize tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll understand. He’s a smart kid.”

He sniffles, and you wipe a stray tear from his cheek. “You’re probably right.”

His breathing appears even, and the crying seems to have subsided, even if just for now. You offer a small smile.

“How about a meal?” you inquire, nudging your nose against his. “Whatever you want.”

The Pro Hero hums, tiredly copying your expression. “Can we just stay like this? Just for a bit longer?”

Your smile grows wider ever so slightly as you fall back onto the mattress, your hold on your lover bringing him down with you and having him land on your chest. Your gaze is soft when you peer down, and your fingers are back in his hair to comb out the mess you made. He sighs into your skin, burying himself there as his eyes flutter shut. 

“We can stay like this as long as you want.” And you mean it. Even once his wings return, even once the people grow to trust him again, and even once heroes have time to kill. You would stay with him right here forever. 

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[genderkoolaid]

Cw: "Aaron" Bushnell https://www.assignedmedia.org/breaking-news/bushnell-gaza-immolation-protest-trans-identity

I thought I should let you know if you didn't already. Rip Lilly

While there is evidence pointing to Lilly/Aaron being trans, I still think we should be careful in how we talk about it. I don't really have a problem agreeing that the username and the reddit history does feel like someone who, at least, is exploring their gender identity. A person who says they knew him/her in life is very insistent that s/he could not have been a trans woman based on private information. However, others who have said they spoke with him/her online frequently insist s/he went by Lilly and used she/her and he/him. Although I don't think there's any reason necessarily for those folks to be lying, I do wish there were actual screenshots of the pronoun use in discord servers? Given that rn the conversation is just People Online Making Claims.

I'm still unsure of how I feel we should talk about this tbh. Lilly/Aaron was very deliberate in how s/he presented his/her gender to the public. As the person interviewed says, I don't think Bushnell would be upset by being seen as trans if s/he was a cis man. But even if s/he was trans, I am hesitant to make assumptions about what is best for a trans person's legacy. The issue of trans recognition in death is very sensitive for most of us, so I understand why people are so invested in this. But it should be kept in mind that the discussion around Bushnell's gender should not overshadow support for Palestinians. That was his/her goal and its clear that s/he cared more about that than making a statement about his/her own gender. It is fully possible for a trans person to make the decision to let themselves be assumed cis, and be comfortable in that decision, and its not up to other trans people to decide whether they made the wrong decision with their own legacy.

Its possible s/he made that decision solely because s/he wanted to prevent his/her message from being derailed by transmisogyny. But again, that shows to me that s/he wanted more than anything for his/her death to be focused entirely on raising support for Palestine. I don't want to be patronizing about Lilly/Aarons's decisions and I definitely don't want any Discourse on this to do exactly what s/he was trying to avoid. Additionally, Bushnell is reported as having used he/she pronouns. The person who claims s/he used both uses both Aaron and Lilly. Its very easy for genderqueer and nonbinary people to have their identities reduced to binaries in death, even by other trans people. If s/he was trans, why are we making assumptions about if s/he was fine with being called a woman, or that s/he wasn't okay with being called a man? There is too much grey space and too much exorsexism that goes unchallenged in our community for me to not feel the need to point this out.

Anyways. I guess my Take on this is that both trans and suicidal people tend to have our choices undermined, and have people on all sides debate over what we Really mean and what we Really want. We are rarely seen as being the experts on ourselves, or having our autonomy respected even when it makes others confused or uncomfortable. I don't think anyone online discussing this can have a full picture of The Truth. Like I said, I don't think there's any reason to assume people claiming they knew Lilly and that s/he used she/her and he/him pronouns are lying right now. But more than anything I'm concerned that the debate over this could end up doing exactly what Lilly/Aaron was trying to avoid. And I don't think its my place to insist any trans person has to be out. I want to respect what s/he wanted for his/her legacy. I don't want him/her to be a trans hero if that results in detracting from his/her goals.

I think this is part of larger moral issue trans activists have to deal with when it comes to trans history: when is it okay for us to correct the language someone used for themselves? When is it illuminating and respectful, and when is it whitewashing someone's own self-perspective to fit our goals? Bushnell was extremely purposeful in everything s/he did as a part of his/her suicide, and that includes how s/he presented his/her gender. I don't want to disrespect those decisions.

[ghostaholics]

Re: Price letting her rent the spare room you just know he mentions that he travels a lot for work and often for stretches at a time so really she’d be doing HIM a favor by having someone around while he’s gone u.u

𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚!𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 || 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

Tells you to make the common spaces yours as well because you live here now too, and one of your first measures is to set out a vase on the kitchen counter, regularly fill it up with fresh flowers until you start getting so swamped with your studies that you accidentally let them wilt for days at a time; Price eyes them for a while, wonders if you're going to replace the bouquet yourself until taking matters into his own hands and then deciding to go out of his way to pick up something nice-looking (he doesn’t really care much for flowers, but you seem to take an interest so he tries his best) from Petals at Bibendum on Fulham Road. The ladies swoon when he drops by every two to three weeks only for them to find out that he's literally doing this for his roommate to which they start rooting for him, unbeknownst to you, and he sets up a delivery service for when he's off on deployment or he'll literally show up home after a mission still in his military garb with a bouquet of flowers in the doorway like it’s not something a boyfriend or husband would do.

When you fall asleep on the couch watching the telly and he wants to carry you to your room but out of respect, he instead opts for layers, slips your quilt from the arm of the sofa – another lovely addition of yours that makes this a home and not just a place that he occasionally stays in when he's on leave – and tucks you in so you at least don't get too cold in the middle of the night.

Lets you know when he's coming back from deployment (out of courtesy) but discovers that you've thrown together a small, home-cooked meal for him if he gets in early enough for dinner or have his favorite take-out from one of the restaurants that still happen to be open late at night (it's the least you can do, isn't it?). In your other flat, you'd use candles a lot because your lights always had issues that the landlord would never fix, and that's a habit that you've carried on over to Price's place. So all of the food, the entire spread, is laid out on the dining table and it's dim aside from the fact that this is basically a candlelit dinner. And you don't even realize the romantic atmosphere, because for all intents and purposes, this is merely a friendly homecoming surprise and the candles are day-to-day. But he notices. It's strangely domestic. He never had that before you started living there, but he knows that he doesn't ever want to go back.

He occasionally has nightmares and since your room is right next door, you can hear when he’s in the middle of it; you just pad out to the kitchen, get the kettle ready for camomile (over his usual earl grey or lapsang souchong) to put him at ease since there’s no caffeine in it; you grab some first-edition book he has from his personal collection, have it open to the beginning and his mug steaming on the coffee table in the living room – he finds you waiting, snuggled under blankets and not needing an explanation, just ready to comfort him as you make room for him on the couch and begin to read aloud. He never pays attention to what you’re saying, only spends the entire time staring at you and debating whether or not he'd lose you if he professed his love for you this early.