#I think I started writing it in… December or something? perhaps??

[thedivinetarot]

I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you

What do you need the most right now?

☆ How to chose your pile? 🪔🪔🪔

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☆ Disclaimer:

This is a general reading. Take what resonates and leave what doesn't. If the energy check did NOT resonate with you, feel free to skip.

☆ Note:

- I decided to bring back the 3 pile readings.

- I have challenged myself to upload 4 reading this month instead of 1. And I'll be updating my tarot masterlist and there will be huge discounts and more tarot themes and options.

Lots of love {❤}

Arya

Pile 1 - The gates

1. Current energy:

Hello Angels, how are you? I hope you are doing well. Now let's get into the energy check. I see the energy of a young page here, perhaps you are someone who just started a small hustle and you are being very creative about. I see things like, crochet, air clay, and making accessories. Someone here aim to reach independence, I'm picking up on someone under 24 y.o. still trying to figure out their life, what they want and what they don't. Now, I see also, that life has been or still incredibly stagnant. Nothing new happen. Someone here might have met their own father or an old male figure. Perhaps, you asked for money. Or that male figure will call you unexpectedly and transfer money to you. I see that someone here is disconnected emotional and they lack discernment. Perhaps, someone here just finished their school or semester college and dealing with post exams fog were you just want to not think of anything. I see also, that if you are seeking a reply from a formal organization about job apply you might hear back from them. But overall, this pile current energy is very stagnant, someone here is bored lol. Others are trying to find their passion or use their passion to earn money.

☆ Placements for you:

Cancer, Taurus, pisces, Sagittarius, Aquarius. Venus in Virgo, sun in cancer and taurus, Sagittarius stallium. Dominant planets: Neptune, jupiter, moon, Venus. Sun or moon in the 2nd, 4th, 12th, 9th, 11th House in the chart.

2. What do you need the most right now?

Okay, What do you need the most is change. Perhaps, you have been seeing 555 or 5555 a lot on the clock or everywhere. Pile 1 you need change, you need to start something fresh and new. You need to get your life together and be connected more to you intuition. I feel like this pile need to listen more to their intuition, they need to be more connected to your intuition. Perhaps, your 3rd eye is blocked or stagnant. The energy there is not moving freely. It is clouded by thoughts, unbalanced feelings and a little bit of frustration. I see that you need to listen more to your inner child. Someone here abandoned their inner child and stopped doing the things that your inner child enjoy. Watch your favourite cartoon as a child, write a cute notes for yourself. Buy yourself flowers and most importantly start sensing abundance around you. Someone here want to be so rich, so independent financially but in order for you to reach there you need to nourish the abundance inside you. I see that your financial state will increase rapidly during winter this year, think September to December. You'll be recognized for your efforts. Yeah also, you'll be known for something creative. Perhaps art, painting, PowerPoint, canva creative writing, poetry. Something creative that will help you get recognition and money.

3. Message:

You already know the answer, stop biting more than you can chew. Direct the energy in one path, you'll be burnt out if you keep doing this.

Pile 2 - Garden

1. Current energy:

Hello dears, how are you? I hope you are doing well🤍. Now, I started coughing and my throat hurt. Someone here perhaps, is either was cleaning, vacuuming their house/room or recovering from cold. What a delicious energy pile 2, I like this. This one is the opposite from pile one, this pile’s energy is very prosperous and happy. I see that someone here is trying to build a healthy inner dialog about themselves. Perhaps, you are repeating affirmations, looking at yourself differently. And someone here is trying to connect more to their sensuality. I see that you have finally given up on your outdated beliefs about love and romantic connections and how they should be. I see that you are adopting more healthy views about relationships especially the romantic ones. You are trying to be as grounded as possible when it comes to that. I see also, that you are trying to connect with your inner child more. Unlike pile one, they are abandoning their inner child but nevertheless they are trying. Anyways, I see that you have a very balanced feminine and masculine energy. Someone here mastered the art of acting in their divine feminine and masculine. I see that you are the delicate blind of a rose but as hard as a diamond. I see that you are manifesting a huge change. Perhaps, relocation. Omg I teared up, I'm so proud of you. Someone here have gone through an ending in a situation that took all the energy from them and now you are looking toward the future with hope and balance instead of hopelessness. I'm getting that you invested emotionally in a connection but the ending was so bad you started healing your sense of self and grounding in reality, fleeting romance is no longer your thing. I see that you might either meet someone with better financial state than you, someone who is serious about relationships, possibly older. That you might end up marrying. Or, you might attend a wedding soon or someone send you a wedding invitation. Anyways, but generally no matter how much you'll wait for that to manifest, you'll get it. Just be patient dear. Also, your throat chakra is unbalanced, try to hum, and clear it out.

☆ Placements for you:

Aquarius, Aries, pisces, Scorpio. Venus in Aries and Scorpio. Sun in Aquarius. Pluto conjunct the ascendant. Dominant planets in pluto, neptune, Venus, and sun. A stallium in the 1st, 11th, 12th, 8th House.

2. What do you need the most right now?

Now, this is huge. You need to surrender. Stop trying to figure things out. You are guided and you are exactly where you need to be. I see that the universe be like "nah he/she/they are not ready, but them back in the oven" and you are like "why is my life is not moving or my manifestation is not materializing??". It's funny but... There’s a bigger picture you are not seeing. Stop pushing forward, the universe want you to surrender to the flow. I mean yes you can still invest in yourself, self love and self concept but when it comes to other things you need to know that you are being guided to a higher mission. I see that you'll get a letter from that person you invested in. But be careful of reignite the connection. It won’t be built on the same values, or same emotional wavelength. It might also, not be the healthiest thing you will be in. And in case they reach out. It is up to you to reply or not. But I'm just telling you that it won't be healthy or as you expect. There will be power struggles, attachment problems and even control. Be careful, I don't want you to go through that❤. Also, for God's sake pile 2. Listen to your spirit guides. They are sending you signs and synchronicity stop ignoring them. That's everything I have for you dear. Take care💕.

3. Message:

You are being guided to higher mission. Surrender. We have got you.

Pile 3 - Navy Crystals.

1. Current energy:

Hello guys, how are you? I hope you are doing well. Now, let's get into your reading. I see that someone here is very focused on the earthy matters. Think health, nutrition, wellness, working out etc. I'm getting someone is pouring all their energy into their physical well-being which is so great. I see that you are investing financially in yourself, cotton clothes? Check ✅, working out? Check✅, skin care? Check ✅, being the hottest person in the room? Check ✅. I see that you are shining brighter than any sun and everyone is starting to see that. I see also that you are sunbathing a lot these days. Perhaps, going to the beach or it can be as simple as setting in a sunny spot in your house to recharge, also I see you going to work, asking care of yourself and enjoying your life in general. I see that you started seeing people for who they are which in return made you stop chasing validation from them and you started putting boundaries between you and them. Someone here was living with a narcissistic parent and you relocated away from them and now you are like "God finally PEACE!". I see that your apartment or house or even your room is the most sacred sanctuary in this world. You dance, you breathe, you are safe. Looking back to how far you have become. Your nervous system? healed, you healed and as Lana said "there's no more nights, blue skies forever". I see that you have finally got rid from self-doubt, being told "not enough" and unhealthy attachments. You are on a higher frequency. Omg, I feel so happy for you I started tearing up. Someone here, perhaps is chasing or trying to pursue you and you are like "No sir/Madame, I'm very happy on my own". I see you feeling very happy you barely think of anyone else because this is finally the life you dream of and became true. Now, you are at a crossroads. The universe is holding its breathe for you to chose but no matter what you chose it'll lead to stability and happiness.

☆ Placements for you:

Pisces, Virgo, Capricorn. Air signs (Libra, Gemini, Aquarius). Venus in Virgo, mars in Capricorn. Dominant planets Venus, Saturn, Mercury. Sun or moon in the 12th, 6th, 10th, 7th, 11th, 3rd house in your chart.

2. What do you need the most right now?

Oh, okay... I think you need to stop carrying everything on your shoulders. Some of these burdens? Not even yours. Passed down through generations, absorbed like emotional waters so nope. Let them go dear, it's time to let them go. You��re being called to invest wisely and not just in yourself. Maybe it’s learning about the stock market, Bitcoin (if your intuition says so), or even something creative and grounding like pottery or painting. Do something that stirs your soul and stacks your legacy. Now, romantically speaking, I see someone knocking at your door like “pls let me in” and you're just sipping your iced coffee like “Mmm, I’ll think about it” before ghosting them to go dance in your joy and peace😂. Another plot twist: a father figure or older male energy might try to “find someone for you” and you’ll ghost them too, because it’s giving ✨inconvenient✨. Whether this is you now or your soon-to-be, your energy is crystal clear honey: You're not in the mood for courtship unless it's courtship of your dreams, your peace, your empire. Because what you really need right now is to focus on building something lasting. Something legacy-worthy. Something that whispers, "I was here, and I made it beautiful." I love that for you dear, so now go ghost people who want to control the narrative, force you do things you don't want to. And enjoy your tea lol. Take care and thank you for reading this💕.

3. Message:

Build your own legacy. Do sorcery and fck the system.

Post date: 4th of June 2025 - Wed

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[nvlndrs]

a/n: i haven't posted any writing in years yet here we are with a random and very much unedited willy styles fluff piece

pairing: william nylander x reader warnings: none word count: 1.3k

summary: william is head over heels and matthew knies makes sure to point it out to everyone

William Nylander didn’t foresee himself falling head over heels in love with someone anytime soon. Too comfortable living the bachelor life and too busy with his star level NHL career to fit a girlfriend in his life. Or so he thought.

You met at a charity event back in December. Him with his brother as his plus one, you the plus one of one of the organizers who quickly and without consideration left you to your own devices nursing a flute of too expensive champagne. William was struck by not only your beauty but the calmness you were exuding despite clearly having been abandoned by your so-called date. So he took advantage of Alex leaving him in favor of a bathroom break and approached you with an easy smile and perhaps a little too on the nose confidence judging by your unimpressed expression.

It took a lot of convincing from Willy’s side to even get your number but now, five months into a relationship with you, there is no doubt he would do it all over again if it meant winning your heart every time.

Presently, William is watching you chat animatedly with Steph Marner at yet another charity dinner. Your date from five months ago long forgotten as William lazily rests his hand on your upper thigh with his thumb rubbing against your warm and soft skin. You’re leaning your chin in one hand with your elbows on the table and he thinks your profile is the most beautiful he has ever seen. Presumably noticing his staring out of the corner of your eye, you turn to look at him as your conversation with Steph dies down. Eyes questioning.

”Penny for your thoughts?” You ask, making William laugh heartily.

”I just love looking at you, you’re so pretty.” He states and leans in to catch the corner of your lips in a quick kiss. You hum and murmur something about him being silly which in turn makes him let out another set of giggles. 

”Can I tell you something honestly?” You ask and William’s giggles die down while his brows furrow in a more serious manner.

”Of course, älskling”

”I can’t wait ’til we get home so we can curl up in bed with the pups.” 

Your confession has William exploding into his signature hearty laughter while a warm sensation spreads inside your chest and an adoring smile taking place on your lips. He then leans in to capture the corner of your mouth in a chaste kiss that makes the heat from your chest rise to your cheeks.

”I love you so much my silly girl,” he states matter of factly before continuing, ”and so do the dogs.”

Now it’s your turn to giggle. ”I’m pretty sure Banksy only loves me for spoiling him rotten while Pablo’s love actually is unconditional”

Your boyfriend nods in agreement, meanwhile the servers start filing into the venue one by one with trays of dessert. He reaches for your hand under the table and brings it up to his lips in order to press a kiss to the soft skin of the back of your hand, something he frequently does - whether at home or out in public.

William watches as Aryne Tavares calls your name from across the table, in turn making your attention switch from him over to the older woman. 

”Dude,” he hears Matthew Knies sigh dramatically from beside him, ”you’re going to marry her someday, right?”

Willy looks at his junior quizzically. ”Let me rephrase that,” Kniesy continues, ”you’ve got to marry her someday.” 

His statement is followed by a stern look and William shrugs in return, still with a smile across his lips. A long pause stretches between the two young men and just as Matthew is about to grill his senior further, another voice pitches in from across the table.

”Cut Willy some slack, Kniesy.” Auston directs from his side of the table however the smirk playing at the corner of the captain’s lips tells William he’s not about to be saved by his friend at all. ”She might run the other way if he pops the question after the amount of begging he did to get a first date with her,” his captain chirps and William buries his face into his free hand.

”You guys are the worst, I was not that desperate.”

”Yes you were, babe.” 

Your voice makes William’s head whip in your direction, not having noticed that your conversation with Aryne had stopped in favor of listening in on him getting chirped by his teammates. ”Not you too!” He lets out in the most dramatic fashion for someone as nonchalant as William Nylander. ”You’re supposed to be on my side, älskling.”

A fresh set of laughter rises from your chest and your hand moves to rest at the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. ”I am on your side but that doesn’t exclude me from enjoying you getting chirped for being a textbook simp those first few weeks,” you explain matter of factly, ”your desperation paid off, didn’t it?” William looks at you pointedly with mirth hiding behind his faux disapproval of your reasoning and so you lean in to kiss his pout, making the boys let out whistles of approval. ...................

Later when the two of you are huddled together in the back of a taxi on your way home from the event and fatigue weighs heavily on your eyelids, threatening to close them, William thinks back to Kniesy’s question. As the street lights flash by in a blur in the otherwise dark night he contemplates whether your lighthearted response to the junior player’s inquiry was genuine or a way to not stirr up speculation around your relationship. He tries to push away the latter alternative but the bad feeling weighs heavier in the pit of his stomach the more he overthinks it. So much for his nonchalant reputation, he thinks. There is, however, nothing nonchalant about his feelings for you and he cannot stand the nagging at the back of his mind.

”Kniesy didn’t scare you off did he?” His voice breaks the silence and despite trying to sound more composed than he feels, there is a tinge of uncertainty lacing his tone. You crane your neck slightly in order to look at him and he swears you see straight through his soul.

”I’m not sure what you mean, William.”

He isn’t sure either, the question all of a sudden feeling dumber than intended now that you look at him as if he suddenly grew a third eye or something. Maybe he did. You don’t give him the opportunity to explain himself further before you eyebrows draw together in the way they usually do when you’re about to scold him - however playfully.

”You know that adorable idiot has just about no filter and at times two brain cells which are fighting each other but Matthew means well and no I’m not about to run off because he asked you when you intend on marrying me.” A pregnant pause stretches between the two of you. ”Besides,” you continue ”you have to propose first.”

Now there’s an obvious smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth and all worry is washed away. Instead of giving a verbal response to your scolding, William leans down and kisses you with the amount of passion that is allowed in the back of a taxi.

”Thank you for putting my head back straight,” he says once his lips abandon yours. Instead he takes your left hand and points matter of factly to your ring finger. ”There will be a ring here one day and it will be me putting it there.” 

A hearty laugh bubbles out of you and fills the compact space of the car. 

”Sounds good,” you say and kiss him while the taxi slows down in front of your shared home. ”Now let’s get inside and cuddle our sons.” 

[paulyenvol6]

Ruined

Hiii I'm back :))) I finished my exams and I have a lot more time to write now which I'm looking forward to. I have this one shot that I started in December and just finished writing so I hope you enjoy it <3

Jeyne, a poor common girl, has made the mistake of being caught stealing by Daemon Targaryen. Now she must face the consequences.

Contains: rape, non-con, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, degrading, virginity loss, crying, choking, gagging, anxiety, detailed description of pain and fear, possessiveness, objectification, words like slut and whore, very dark themes, kind of a plot twist

Read with caution!

Wordcount: ~6.73k

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It was a warm evening.

Way too warm for the rogue prince's taste and thanks to his heavy armour he was sweating so much that he wished he could just take it off and have a cold bath. But of course he was way too pragmatical to complain about if to himself so he shifted his attention back to the busy market before his eyes.

The sound of laughter, chatter, the screams of children and music filled the air and in any other case perhaps the good mood would've spilled over to him so that he felt excited and animated as well but not tonight. Not when he knew he had to stay here for so many countless minutes more. The thing that bothered him the most was probably the fact that he felt so useless. It wasn't like he was defending his city in brave fights or served as a bearer of justice, no he was walking around beneath that draining sun while watching over commoners who went about their daily tasks such as buying vegetables or spending the evening in a tavern with their friends. He felt almost pathetic like that.

Nothing was happening except a few men hitting each other with bottles of ale and a singer whose ugly voice and incapacity of hitting the right notes had left the audience so unsatisfied that they had started to throw little stones at him. Daemon hadn't even intervened. He was beneath that, he found. He was meant for the battles. When all he could see or taste was hot blood and the adrenaline shot through his veins so quickly that he became dizzy. Seven hells, right now he thought that he was rather meant to be in a pleasure house having his cock sucked than rotting away on his post by the market.

To pass the time Daemon started to think about Dorysa, the blackhaired beauty from Pentos who everyone called Scarlet Fever because of her signiture deep red lips that were such a tempting contrast to her dark skin. She was a whore in his favourite pleasure house in the street of silk and had established herself as one of his favourites. What would he give to be buried inside of her now…

While he daydreamed his eyes lazily wandered over the scene. He yawned open-mouthedly and then his gaze fell on a person with reddish hair that looked like it was glowing in the moonlight. Perhaps that was the very reason why Daemon didn't immediately let his eyes wander further but instead watched her. Because her hair was beautiful, a blonde-gold with an orange tone in it. He smiled and then just wanted to turn his attention to the rest of the people again when suddenly he realized what it was she was doing right now.

This little wench had just stolen something! That was why she had sneaked around so strangely. She had taken something from the merchant's booth and now intended to slip away as inconspicuously as possible. Daemon narrowed his eyes and then without giving it a second thought made his way to the girl. While he approached he stared at the back of her head but when he was only a few feet away she turned around and widened her eyes when she noticed his armour. Swiftly and sleekly as a cat the girl turned to the side and ran towards a little alley that led into the more gloomy and decrepit streets of the city.

The trader shouted a loud "Come back you little bitch!" but Daemon didn't pay attention to him. Instead he followed the girl as quickly as he could and passed the rest of the trader's booths until he entered the alleyway as well. It was dark and he couldn't see a lot but he was able to hear her fast steps on the stone ground. She was fast, yes, but Daemon was faster. She barely made it around a corner when he managed to grab her by her upper arm and stop her. The girl squeaked in surprise and started to hit and push at his upper body at once but his grip was like iron and she didn't stand a chance against him.

"Let me go, seven hells!" she cursed and Daemon watched her helpless attempts while examining her more closely.

Her eyes were somewhere between green and hazel but in the dim light he wasn't sure. She had soft features, high cheekbones and soft-looking lips that were drawn into a pout at the moment. And then there were her blonde-reddish hair of course that fell straight to her chest which rose and fell rapidly right now. Then his eyes wandered up to her face again and he could read her expression as both determined and fearful.

"I didn't do anything, let me go at once," she hissed and squirmed in his grip.

"You stole something."

"I didn't, I swear!" Daemon scoffed and then forcefully reached into the pocket of her linen dress. The girl tried to push him away and hide what laid in her pocket but he managed to grab it and triumphantly held the necklace in the air.

"You didn't?"

She dropped her gaze and thoughtfully chewed on her lower lip.

"Please. I'll give it back, but please don't chop off my hand."

She looked so pathetic and whiny that Daemon had to surpress a smirk. He wouldn't get blinded by her show though so he pulled her closer.

"You know that you have to get punished for this. It's the law, little one."

Her eyes literally begged him and he saw her buttom lip tremble.

"Please, my prince. Please have mercy."

He chuckled quietly. "You're not well educated, girl. Because you should know that I'm not a merciful man."

She tried to fight him again and pushed at his arm in order to make him loosen his grip but of course Daemon just watched her amused.

"What's your name, little one?"

"Jeyne," she whispered almost inaudible.

"Jeyne…," he repeated. "You did something very stupid there, didn't you? And I will have to do something about it."

His voice was low and raspy, almost intimidating and a shiver ran down Jeyne's spine. All of a sudden he started to walk and dragged her with him. She tried to escape and started to shout for help but of course no one would dare help her against the prince of the city.

"What are you doing, let me go!!" she screamed but Daemon simply ignored her complaints and went about his way. She didn't know where he was taking her and that made her feel nervous and panicky. What if he would chop off her hand? That was what the gold cloaks usually did with thieves and this was the rogue prince who was famous for being especially cruel and brutal. Or what if he would kill her?

Jeyne pulled and turned in his grip, hit him with her fist against his chest but he only tightened his hand around her arm while not even looking at her. It was so dark that she couldn't see where he was taking her at first and since she was blind with fear and fright, she had no eyes for her surroundings. Jeyne only realized where they were when Daemon stopped in front of a wooden door which he opened smoothly and dragged her with him.

"What are you doing? Let me go, please."

She hated how weak her voice sounded but at the same time Jeyne was unable to hide her panic. She had no choice but to follow him and then he stopped again once he stood in front of the inn keeper. It was the raven's rest, of course. A place for the more worthy population of king's landing and therefore a place for the prince.

"What is this, what are we doing here?" she demanded to know but was ignored once more.

"My prince. How can I serve you?" The man asked not even looking at the girl he had dragged with him for a second.

"I just need a quiet place. A room preferably."

The inn keeper nodded and bowed his head so low that he almost bumped his head against the counter.

"Of course. You will have the best room of all. Only the best for my prince."

Daemon was immune to his false friendliness and just nodded graciously. Then Jeyne felt herself getting pulled again and her captor roughly and without caring if she got hurt dragged her up the stairs.

"Stop it, what are you doing? Please, I don't want to…"

She squirmed and refused to follow him but if only she was a little stronger because she wasn't able to do anything to fight the rogue prince off. A few seconds later she found herself in front of a door and then in the blink of an eye they were in a room that was quite comfortable and big for an inn.

The walls were made of rough-hewn stone and darkened by years of soot from the hearth below. It was lit, filled the room with a comfortable warmth and the scent of burned cedar got into her nose. There was also a small writing desk and two chairs and a four poster bed that was the center of the room. But that was not where Daemon was heading now because he forcefully pushed Jeyne on one of the two chairs and then towered over her.

"P-Please don't kill me. I swear it upon everything I have, I will never steal again," she whimpered and looked up pleadingly to him with those deer eyes that drove Daemon insane.

"You swear it upon everything you have? You have nothing, little flower. You are nothing but a common stupid little girl who was unwise enough to get caught by me."

"Please," she breathed again and twitched when the prince took hold of her chin.

"You don't think criminals should get punished for their crimes?"

She nodded with wet eyes and her hands anxiously gripped the chair below her.

"They should. But please… Please just don't kill me."

He laughed out and it confused her so much that she forgot about her fear for a moment.

"I'm not gonna kill you, little girl. But you do know what's the punishment for stealing?"

"Yes," she whispered with a trembling buttom lip.

"Say it," Daemon commanded.

"You chop off their hand."

She droped her gaze and just wished with her whole heart that she had stayed home earlier.

"Yes. Do you want that to happen to you?"

She shook her head so quickly that her hair was flying through the air. "N-No, please not."

Daemon smirked and then straightened up to walk around the room.

"Well, that's unfortunate."

"J-Just lock me in a cell for a while…. Or I could work for the merchant I stole from."

He tilted his head at her and then his hand connected with her jaw again.

"No," he hummed and Jeyne felt her heart drop to her legs.

"You're gonna serve me in another way, little flower."

She freezed, couldn't form a thought in her head from feeling so scared when his finger grazed over her skin.

"You're a lovely sight, sweetheart. Has anyone ever had you?"

Jeyne couldn't answer. She feared that she might start to cry if she opened her mouth so she pressed her lips tightly together while the king's brother watched her curiously.

"Has your flower been plucked, little one?"

Her heart was pounding so rapidly that she thought she might die and Jeyne dug her nails into the palms of her hands in an attempt to get rid of some of the fear and chaos in her stomach. She replied to him by shaking her head slightly and Daemon chuckled contently.

"I thought so. A pure little innocent thing like you wouldn't give herself to a man before marriage, isn't that right? Though you're very far away form being innocent."

Jeyne squeezed her eyes as she felt his hand traveling down to her neck and then his fingers stroke the thin and sensitive skin there.

"You really are a little flower. So vulnerable and pretty. And so ready to be plucked."

Her fear was now overshadowed by a panic creeping up in her belly that spread all over her body and made her see white.

"Please, no, my prince, don't do it, please. I'm begging you, just don't – "

Jeyne squirmed on the chair trying to fight him off but was caught off when he wrapped a hand around her throat.

"You know better than to do this, girl," he sighed and his green eyes flashed with anger and amusement which was an odd combination.

"You deserve this. You broke the law. You took something that isn't yours and now I'm gonna take something that isn't mine but I'll make it mine. Consider this your punishment."

A croaked gasp left her throat and her face started to redden while he tigthened his hand around her neck. She tried to peel his hand off by pulling at it but Daemon made her suffer a little longer before he loosened his grip. Jeyne greedily inhaled the dry air in the room and a single tear ran down her face.

"On your knees. Now," he hissed but she painfully shook her head trying to activite any kind of pity or humanity in the prince.

"Please, my prince, I'm supposed to save myself for marriage… And I'm scared…," she cried and Daemon forcefully pulled the girl to the stone floor. Her knees achingly brushed over the floor but she really had bigger problems right now so she ignored the sting.

"You should be grateful I let you off this easily. I could have your hands for what you did. And you're lucky to be taken by a dragon, little flower. It's an honour for a filthy little common girl like you."

Jeyne tried to stand up to flee from him but he just grabbed her hair and pushed her down again.

"Ohh sweetling, there's no need to make this that hard."

"Fuck you," she spat angrily. "Let me go, I don't want this."

Daemon brushed over her hair in a gentle way and it only made her even angrier. "Shh. Be quiet and open your mouth."

Her mouth tensed and she determindely pressed her lips together.

"I'm not gonna open my mouth for you, you little bastard," Jeyne hissed but then she let out a gasp when Daemon smacked her across the face.

"One more disrespectful word out of your slutty mouth and you'll regret ever raising your voice to me."

His voice sounded so cold that something inside tightened and her next words got stuck in her throat.

"Good. Now open your mouth."

That, Jeyne wouldn't do. She would never let him enter her mouth let alone be used to his liking.

"No," she breathed which earned her another slap.

"Do it now. You forget that this is your punishment for a crime that you've committed. You'd be smart to obey me or you'll face much worse and more painful conequences."

Daemon's fingers suddenly enclosed around her nose so the air entering her body was cut off. In a matter of seconds Jeyne realized why he was doing it but she remained stubborn and refused to open up for him.

"Open, little flower. You have no choice."

When she finally accepted that she would have to open her mouth soon because she'd suffocate otherwise Jeyne parted her lips just a tiny bit so she could swallow some fresh air but to her misfortune Daemon seized his chance and pushed two fingers past her lips.

"There we go, sweet girl. Oh and you have such a warm perfect fucking mouth. I know it will feel so good around my cock."

He had grown more eager now with the prospect of inserting himself into this heavenly warmth so he quickly and singlehandedly loosened the belt and then his pants to free his already half-hardened cock. But once his manhood was exposed he felt a sting in his hand and pulled it away from the girl.

"Fuck," he cursed watching the blood leak from the spot where she had bitten him.

Jeyne took advantage of the situation and quick as the wind jumped to her feet and made her way to the door. This was her only chance to escape, she would rush downwards and then through the streets of king's landing. No matter where, just away from Daemon.

But the thoughts about her plan were cut off when she was suddenly pulled back before she even could reach the door. A desperate and frustrated cry left her mouth and she felt how the prince dragged her down to her knees again. Then he clenched his hand around her chin and the angered expression on his face made her fear the consequences of her attempt.

"Stupid little slut. You think you can escape from me? I will fuck your little hole, no matter if you're willing or not. You've got yourself in this position, don't forget that."

He forcefully opened her jaw and pushed his cock past her lips. It was so sudden and powerful that she was unable to fight back and Daemon let out a deep groan.

"Oh seven hells."

He had his eyes closed and fully ignored the way Jeyne tried to move away from his member. He was heavy and veiny and tasted a little salty. She had never seen a cock before let alone had one in her mouth and the fact that he and not her future husband was the first one to do these things with her brought tears to her eyes.

But that was not the only thing bothering her. Daemon bruised her throat at a quick pace and hit the back of it every time which left her gagging and choking. She wanted to get away and make him pull back but Daemon held her head in place while taking what he wanted.

"Yeah, that's a good girl. You have a good fucking mouth. Who would've thought?"

Jeyne let out a cry and pushed against his thighs in order to get him to leave her alone but Daemon just laughed about her attempts.

"You're gonna take it, sweetheart. And you know you deserve it after what you've done. You can be glad that I haven't chopped your dirty little hands off."

He was so deep inside of her mouth that his balls pressed against her face and Jeyne felt like throwing up. She choked and felt tears rolling down her face but of course the prince didn't pay any attention to it. He just growled to himself and looked down to the kneeling girl while smirking crookedly.

Daemon didn't last long. He had found a liking in the little common girl and was more than pleased with the way she felt around his cock and so after merely a couple of minutes that had felt like hours to Jeyne he hissed sharply, threw his head back and then his seed shot down her throat. She gasped surprised and instinctively tried to make his cock slip out but but Daemon wanted to make sure that she swallowed everything so he held her head with both hands and sighed contently as he looked down to her.

"Oh seven hells," he moaned and ran his right hand over her soft hair.

He still wouldn't let go off her so Jeyne desperately looked up to him which almost made his cock swell again. And then he finally loosened his grip on her head and she immediately brought distance between them to cough and deeply inhale fresh air. She was a sight, Daemon thought. Her hair was messy and stood in all directions and her eyes looked glossy and like she was far away with her thoughts. His assault had made her cheeks turn red and of course the wetness on her face was well visible.

"Come here," Daemon spoke a little softer now and reached out to grab her arms.

"N-No," she coughed and hit his arm but he just picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed.

"You wanna do this the hard way, huh?" he spitted and threw her on the mattress.

Instead of pinning her down at once Daemon stood next to the bed and towered over her watching her with arched eyebrows. For a moment Jeyne was too frightened to try and flee again so she looked up to him with wide eyes instead.

"You have two options now, babygirl. I'm either gonna prepare your tight cunt for me or I'll just take you like this which will be a lot more painful for you. It depends on you. If you continue to be such an ungrateful bitch I swear I'll shove my cock inside you and press your head in the cushions so I don't have to listen to your pathetic crying and screaming."

To say she was frightened was an understatement. Jeyne couldn't get a word out and just silently watched him while he climbed onto the bed. Daemon thought that he perhaps had broken her now because she didn't fight back when he crawled to lay on top of her. Yet he wanted didn't want to give her too much space to resist which was why he took both her wrists in one of his big hands and pinned them above her head. A single tear rolled down her flushed cheeks which Daemon wiped away with his pointer finger.

"Don't cry, sweetheart," he whispered. "I like seeing your tears way too much."

His smirk made her let out a sob but he quickly surpressed it by pressing his lips on hers. In the meantime his hands came down to find more naked skin and soon he couldn't wait any longer. He had barely seen anything of her so he clenched his hands around the fabric covering her chest and ripped it apart. Jeyne jolted and her hands instinctively covered her breasts which Daemon commented with a dissatisfied scoff. He pinned her hands down once more while regarding her upper body.

It was too much for her, the way his eyes flashed and this mischievious look on his face that screamed: 'I'm thinking about all the things that I want to do to you.' Jeyne squeezed her eyes as though it would make her disappear and only opened them again when she felt a big hand cupping and then kneading her left breast. His hand was cold and rough and she felt herself getting goosebumps.

"You have some pretty tits," he growled and even if it was supposed to be a compliment it only made the lump in her throat thicken. She felt the urge to run and push him back and wash his touch and scent off her body.

"Please," she whimpered because although she knew that Daemon was as cruel as a man could be she hoped that she would be able to move a little something in him.

"Please don't. I'm scared."

Her voice was so thin and quiet that he had to tilt his head in order to hear her. His hand slowly approached her body and Jeyne tensed fearing what he would do. But he gently stroke the side of her face and held her almost as if she was made of glass.

"Shhh," was all he said and then Jeyne shrieked again as she felt how Daemon ripped her dress further so it loosely hang around her belly. He took advantage of her surprise and pulled it down until her whole body was bare underneath his gaze and it was so much to take in that the prince needed a second to collect himself.

"Gods be good," he hummed and started to slowly draw circles on her stomach. "Aren't you a pretty little thing? Can't wait to make this body all mine."

Before Jeyne was able to protest he had forced a hand between her legs and she didn't stand a chance when Daemon spread them. Suddenly she was filled with a new determination to make him stop which probably was caused by her body realizing that she was in great danger right now because her legs started to kick him and her whole body twitched and turned. He reacted quickly though.

"Stupid slut," he cursed and pressed with his one hand on her hips while his other squeezed her neck. "I thought I made myself clear."

She wasn't able to keep up her fighting for long and soon she fell back on the bed again. Daemon wasn't done with punishing her though because he threatingly flared his nostrils without saying anything which only made her feel even more anxious. His hand stayed around her neck while he went back to spreading her legs by pushing a knee between them. Jeyne's eyes filled with tears as she felt the coldness of his skin against her thighs. She mumbled something that he couldn't understand but it sounded like a desperate cry that made his eyes darken with lust.

This was the moment when Jeyne understood something. This was exactly what he wanted. He got off on seeing her cry and struggle. The thing he enjoyed the most about all of this was the power in it. She was a poor common girl without any power in this world. There was nothing she was able to do against him and Daemon would never face justice for his actions which he knew. Because he was Daemon Targaryen, commander of the city watch and brother to the king. He could do whatever he wanted and Jeyne could do nothing but endure it. By crying and begging she only fueled his desire because it made him aware of the power he held over her at this moment.

Jeyne was snapped back to reality when his hand cupped her sex. She wanted to scream and cry and let out her desperation but she forced herself not to. She simply didn't want to give him the satisfaction and she definitely didn't want to give him what he wanted. So her lips were pressed together and the only sign of her fear were the tears spilling from her eyes every few seconds. She was still and stiff when his finger ran up and down her slit to find that she was dry as a desert.

"Poor girl," Daemon whispered and his free hand enclosed around her chin. "You don't like that?"

Jeyne didn't know if she was supposed to answer and she especially didn't know if she wanted to answer. But eventually her frustration took over and she rapidly shook her head.

"N-No," she said with her shivering voice.

He nodded as if he actually understood and his finger wandered up to her pearl. The girl's lower lip trembled and Daemon precisely watched her face while he started to rub it in tight circles.

"N-No," she repeated and pushed at his arm between her legs.

"Yes," he answered and didn't seem to care about her attempt to get rid of him. "Wanna see this cunt taking my fingers. You can be happy about it. You know I initially wanted to give you a special treat with my tongue but you have missed your chance by behaving like a bratty bitch."

Jeyne didn't know if he had actually punished with this but she didn't think about it for long because suddenly Daemon pushed a finger inside of her hole that was still far from being soaked. She had definitely already experienced more painful things but still it felt aching and uncomfortable so she jolted away from his hand.

"No, you're gonna take it," he breathed against her hand. "You're gonna take it like an obedient whore. And then you're gonna take my cock. The only fucking reason why I'm doing this is so you won't soak these sheets with your blood once I shove my cock inside of you."

His thumb now pressed into her bundle of nerves and Jeyne hated the way she felt a heat rising in her cheeks. Why did her body betray her like this? She despised everything about what was happening here right now but no matter how hard she tensed and tried to move away from him soon she heard a wet noise every time Daemon's finger moved inside of her. Of course the prince noticed it as well.

"What's that, mhm? You like this, don't you?" he chuckled and added a second finger.

For a moment Jeyne tensed and felt a painful stretch in her core but he didn't hesitate for a second and cruelly moved the two digits to scissor her open.

"I thought you despised this. And now I suddenly have you dripping for me? You're a filthy cock-hungry slut. Worthless and pathetic. Only good thing about you are your holes."

It actually sounded like he hated her and despite feeling just the same way about him Jeyne had a dark and bitter feeling in her stomach. She was so scared of this man who was a lot stronger than her and was able to do anything he wanted to her right now. No one would save her or come looking for her here.

Her body stiffened which Daemon felt in the way she clenched around him and he slapped her cunt roughly before going back to fingering her. He was eager now, blind with the desire for her tight hole that he was sure would feel so good clenching around him. She was already hugging his fingers so perfectly and he could only imagine what it would do to his cock.

He continued his assault on her pearl and in her hole for a few more minutes but then Daemon grew too impatient. He drew away from her core and when his hand came down to wrap around his shaft Jeyne eye's sprang open.

"N-No, no, no, please."

She didn't care about begging now, didn't care if she was giving him what he desired rather than being able to make a difference. Fear clouded her senses and she just had to put everything into making him stop. She only now realized how big he actually was and how uncomfortable this would be. His fingers had been nothing in comparison.

"Please," Jeyne pleaded and tears fell down to her cheeks. "Please, it's so big and it's gonna hurt so badly, please… I don't want it, don't make me."

Daemon sighed and a smirk appeared on his voice while he leaned down to press a kiss on her brow.

"Oh sweet girl…," he cooed and ran the tip of his cock over her pearl. "Do you think this will hurt more than getting your hand chopped off?"

Jeyne only whimpered in surprised and shrieked when his hand made contact with her cheek.

"Answer me," he ordered.

"N-No I-I don't think s-so," she replied to his question and closed her eyes in desperation when his hand soothingly caressed where he had hit her.

"That's right. So you should be grateful I'm doing this."

"B-But please…. P-Please be g-gentle. I'm scared."

Daemon pouted sarcastically and kissed her cheek. "Oh I will, babygirl. Why do you think I prepared you for me?"

Jeyne didn't know whether he was mocking her or actually telling the truth but there was no time for her to think about it further because then his cock applied pressure on her hole and he started to work his tip inside of her. It hurt so much that she held her breath for a moment. Perhaps the wetness leaking from her hole made this better but she still felt like he was ripping her apart. She couldn't even say anything and complain. All she could do was stare up to him with wide eyes while Daemon worked himself inside of her inch by inch.

"Fuck…. Oh fucking hells, that's right," he moaned with closed eyes. "Gonna tear my fucking cock off, gods be good."

Jeyne just hoped that it wouldn't take him long to finish so she was freed from this unbearable pain as quickly as possible but she couldn't rely on that so she closed her eyes while forcing herself to breathe. It hurt like hell and she felt like her insides were being tortured but she would do this. She had experienced a lot of shitty things in her past and this one wouldn't bring her down. 'Just breathe,' she told herself. 'Don't cry and don't beg because this is exactly what he wants.'

Another part of her urged her to just let out all of her emotions because perhaps this would make him finish faster but Jeyne couldn't let him humiliate her like this. A little amount of dignity was actually left inside of her and she rather would want him to continue his assault a few more minutes than give him the satisfaction to see her so vulnerable and weak.

He was fully inside of her now and Jeyne had to surpress a sob. He was so big that she felt his veins grazing her walls and she didn't know how his cock fitting inside of her was physically possible. Her core was pulsating and all of her senses were on alert because of the intrusion. She dug her nails into the palms of her own hands, anything to direct her attention to something else rather than the intense pain in her center.

Daemon on the other hand dropped his head to his chest and enjoyed feeling her tight walls hugging his cock. He inhaled a few times before backing out of her a little and then forcefully pushed back inside. Jeyne couldn't surpress a gasp and new tears formed in her eyes.

"Yes that's right," he grunted. "What a good fucking cunt. Knew you had to be good for some things."

His degrading words suddenly filled her with anger and she opened her mouth to hiss something at him but Daemon was faster. He pressed a hand on her mouth surpressing whatever it was she had wanted to say and watched her dangerously.

"Can't listen to your annoying voice anymore. Just stay fucking quiet and lay still. S'all I ask of you."

He now started to fuck her at a steady pace that made her eyes widen every time he filled her to the brim. It was so far from feeling good that Jeyne wondered how women were actually enjoying this. Or was this simply because Daemon didn't want her to feel good? His hand on her mouth loosened a little and a smirk formed on his face.

"Don't you hold back, little one," he whispered lowly and ran his thumb over her lip. "Wanna see you cry those pretty tears. I know it hurts, angel. Let me hear how much."

With a sharp thrust in her core he forced a little whine out of her and her facade crumbled.

"N-No," she cried again and she turned her head to the side just so she wouldn't have to look at him anymore. But Daemon hummed disapprovingly and he connected his hand to her chin to adjust her to his liking.

"You can't escape from me, sweetling. You're gonna take it. You're gonna take all of it because you don't have a fucking choice."

His thrusts became more intense now and Jeyne had to bite her bottom lip in order to hide the pain she was feeling.

"Gonna fill you up with my seed. Make your pretty little body swollen and claim you. You're mine from now on." His hand started to toy with her breasts and nipples while his other was occupied with holding her hips now.

"Every time another man will take you you will remember that it was me who took your innocence. It was me who defiled and ruined you. You'll remember my touch, my hands on your body and my cock in your cunt."

He picked up his speed even more and Jeyne was too exhausted to hold anything back so she twitched and whined every time his cock bruised her walls. Her core ached and burned and all she wanted was to get a minute of peace but she knew better than to try and stop him. His grip on her hips and chest was firm and Jeyne just closed her eyes praying that he would release soon.

And he did. After another few minutes he let out little growls and his thrusts became sloppy and then Daemon finally collapsed on top of her and pressed her into the bed with the weight of his body.

"Fuck…," was all he managed to grunt before he stopped pushing into her and laid still on top of her.

Jeyne stiffly waited and counted the seconds until he would finally release her but he took his time. Panting heavily he thrusted into her again to make sure his seed stayed inside of her and then he pulled himself out. It burned at first and she pressed her legs together but soon it faded and for the first time in what had felt like hours her core was able to relax a little.

She turned her head to the side so she didn't have to look at him and this time Daemon actually let her. He sighed deeply and then slowly rolled himself off her.

"Oh gods be good. Who would've thought that this was exactly what I needed tonight."

It sounded like he was speaking to himself so Jeyne didn't bother to answer him and instead stared at the wall next to her. Daemon grabbed his clothes from the floor and got dressed while he watched her with a smirk that she couldn't see. Once he was done he approached the bed again and Jeyne who heard his steps coming closer cramped.

"I'll let you go, little girl. But only because your cunt was so fucking tight."

He slapped her arse twice without Jeyne looking at him and then straightened up. She anxiously waited and just prayed that he would finally leave the room but it was so quiet in the room that she only heard her own heavy breathing.

"Do not get ungrateful now, you little whore," he whispered dangerously. "You will be a good girl and properly say goodbye to your prince while looking at him."

Jeyne felt numb from the fear taking over her and slowly turned her head although everything inside her tensed up.

"Goodbye, my prince," she breathed and waited for his reaction.

Daemon drew his mouth in a smirk and then his hand came down to her arse one more time.

"There you go. And if you'll steal again make sure you'll do it during my watch."

With these words the rogue prince finally left the room. Jeyne waited and listened to his steps that became more quiet until everything was silent. Only then did she get up and put on the clothes that were ready for her on the table. She smiled softly and then rushed to the door to open it energetically only to look into her husband's face that was drawn with a crooked smile.

"How did I do?" he whispered and Jeyne chuckled.

"Almost too good," she breathed and Daemon gently pushed her back until they were back inside the room.

"I feel like I should be concerned by your desire to have me chase you and then pretend to take you against your will, darling."

She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his back.

"Noooo don't overthink it," Jeyne giggled and kissed his cheek.

"How did I do as a common girl?" she then asked.

"You know exactly how well you did," Daemon hissed with small eyes and held the side of her face.

"Would you be open to do it again?" Jeyne begged him with her eyes and took his hand into hers.

He pretended to think but deep down she knew that he wouldn't refuse her. He never could.

"Maybe," he eventually sighed and leaned down to kiss her.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Soothing Lullaby

|| Mel Medarda x fem!reader

|| Warnings; slight season two spoilers about Mel, injured reader, blood mentions, Mel takes care of reader, brief mentions of death but nobody dies, you decide why reader was in Zaun, short drabble

|| Summary; when reader returns from a trip down to Zaun with an injury, Mel helps her out.

Requests closed!

Started; December 15th

Finished; December 15th

HurtCember2024; Day 11, Caretaking

Author Note; firstly, sorry about how long all my fics have been taking me. I haven't had a writing mindset and I wanted the fics to be good so I haven't been writing. Secondly, thank you for 900 followers!! Love all of you 🫶 I wonder if we can hit 1,000 before the new year?

Also; don't know if Mel's magic can heal, but for the sake of this fic yes she can lmao

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It was late afternoon when you'd stumbled into Mel's room after having gone down to Zaun. Looking for something. Mel, of course, hadn't been aware of your little adventure. So, when she saw you her eyes widened with worry.

"Y/N? What happened to you?" Mel forgot all about the clothes she was previously looking through. There was a party tonight; Mel was looking for an outfit to wear. But now, she was looking at you. More specifically the wound that traveled up your leg. It cut through the fabric of your pants. Stretching from the start of your heel, just above the edge of your shoe line, and twisted up to behind your knee cap. Blood dripping down from the deeper parts of the cut.

"Um... ran into a Zaunite," you explained. Tone a bit sheepish. Mel's eyes narrowed in confusion. A Zaunite? Why were you in Zaun? Or had the Zaunite come to the surface? Her mind buzzed with a million questions. Questions that she would ask once she's helped you.

Mel knelt down, taking your leg into her hands. With her magic, caretaking was a pretty easy thing for her to do. You winced as your leg was moved and Mel looked into your eyes. Her gaze soft, full of nothing but worry and sympathy for you," shh. You're okay," her voice feels like a soothing lullaby. One that makes your shoulders ease the moment it reaches your ears. You gave her a nod.

Her fingers danced along your injury. A light golden glow seeping through the tips of her fingers and into the wound. Closing it with a golden shimmer that marked the line of where it once was. The pain had left you the moment her fingers touched you. Feeling a sense of ease. You had to admit, Mel's magic was a handy little trick. It's helped you lots before.

"Better?" Mel asked, gently letting go of your leg. Allowing you to rest your foot to the floor again. You have your leg a little shake, testing if there was any lingering pain. A smile crossed your lips when there wasn't any.

"Yep! Thank you, Mel," you thanked her. She stood, hands gently caressing your cheeks while she looked into your eyes. Your own eyes locked with hers, those absolutely stunning eyes... you could stare into them all day without getting bored. They were just memorizing.

"You truly need to be more careful. What ever will I do with you, hm?" Mel met your smile with her own. She loved you, but you were always getting yourself into trouble that she had to drag you out of. Honestly you'd probably be dead if not for her. She didn't mind, though. You and your shenanigans were just free entertainment for her.

"Maybe kiss me?" You suggested shamelessly, earning yourself a laugh from your girlfriend.

"Is that all you want? Well, I think we can make that happen," her lips latched to yours. Dancing in soft rhythms. Your arms wrapped around Mel's neck loosely. Bringing her in closer to you.

The kiss lasted as long as it could before Mel's focus was back to your leg, frowning again at the blood that still lingered," let's get you into the shower." You weren't about to argue with that. Perhaps you could convince her to join.

[pillowspace]

Could you share more about your modern no loops au?

Oh, I'd love to!!!! So I have a 10k word draft currently. Haven't touched it since December because I've been writing other things, but I'd like to return to it when I'm done. I didn't actually know what I was writing until I started. I decided to go for the first line I could think of, which was:

So I had to build an AU off of that from that point onward.

It's a bit of a "post-canon" setting in a sense, except neither Siffrin nor Loop have met the party yet, and the two live together in an apartment. At some point, Loop's attacked, and they begin to bleed out in an alleyway. Odile catches sight of them and rushes to help. They appreciate her efforts, but they die anyway.

They've died plenty of times before though...! So they wake back up. They still have the stranger's coat from when she was trying to help, so they hide within it and head back home, feeling bad for having likely traumatized a random person with the sight of them dying.

A few months go by after this though, and Odile stumbles upon Loop at the library. Loop doesn't recognize her at first, but Odile recognizes THEM, and proceeds to accidentally corner them which freaks Loop out.

Odile, a complete stranger, instantly wants to know everything about Loop. How their life has gone, how they're alive, etc. So Loop decides that they DON'T LIKE ODILE, but that they'll at least find the time to bring her coat back to her to repay the favour of when they had died.

After Loop returns home, Siffrin reveals to Loop that he's... worried about them. Loop's been entirely dependent on him the entire time, and he thinks that they should have friends. Loop denies needing anyone but them, all the while struggling with bottled up trauma they want to talk about but are unwilling to go to Siffrin for.

This sticks to Loop though. Next time they see Odile at the library, they get to talk to her now a bit less freaked out, and return her coat to her. (This isn't art directly of the fic but I did draw this after writing Loop returning the coat). She reveals some of her curiosities about Loop, and although Loop still doesn't want to answer, they're curious what she means by the word "explore."

Loop makes a bit of a mistake though. They accidentally give Siffrin the impression that they're friends with Odile now, and Siffrin's happy for them!

Loop doesn't want to correct them though, so instead accidentally snaps at them for pestering them for the details on this totally real friendship.

There's a lot of hints scattered throughout the fic of Loop having very bad trauma. A large star-shaped scar on their chest. Implications that they're very familiar with Siffrin's blood. Having nightmares and waking up feeling like they have to kill Siffrin. Being so used to panicking whenever they wake up without Siffrin being there that they already know how to try and calm themself down.

I haven't gotten to writing the interview itself yet, but I want for Loop and Odile to actually start to become friends. I want for Loop to finally agree to an interview. And perhaps in an Interview with the Vampire (2022) style of things, start off completely contradictory and rewrite how it all started based on their own outbursts of emotions. Odile would catch onto this though, and get them to stick to the truth or not answer at all.

And thus, through much trial and error, Loop would eventually tell the story of meeting King. A nice man who Loop had once been friends with (it takes a LOT to pry that out of Loop), before they were ever Loop, but rather Siffrin. Loop would talk about how they had grown close over being from the same forgotten country, but that they'd come to learn that King had... other motives in wanting to get close to another Islander.

King had been studying something called Wish Craft.

King wanted to immortalize the Island's memory. Or at least, the memory that something existed from it. Perhaps somehow, some way, King could use Wish Craft to make things right again.

So what better way to try than to immortalize Loop?

Loop was betrayed and made to be a personal test subject. They weren't the first person to be a test subject, but they were the first success to survive it. Loop died very frequently those days, and after a long enough time, they reached a breaking point. They didn't want to suffer alone!! They wanted company!!! They wanted Help!!!!

Which tore Loop's strength out of them to create Siffrin.

Loop cannot regret Siffrin. But they regretted it at the time, as the experiments... lessened... on Loop, while the focus instead shifted onto Siffrin. The two were all each other had, so it pained Loop to have their burden fall onto him. Another regret was that Loop had become significantly weaker after Siffrin came to be, giving them less of a chance to fight back and escape. Loop was very protective of Siffrin, all the while wondering if they should just permanently kill him to get their strength back and escape. Towards the end, they almost went through with it.

They didn't though. The two eventually escaped together, sticking close to each other and occasionally moving from town to town while keeping their past secret.

I imagine that Loop will need... a lot of time and effort to tell Odile about all that though. They're very hesitant to even tell her that Siffrin exists, still wary about trusting her.

So between interviews, Loop and Odile just hang out, and Loop will come home to Siffrin who continues to live his own life. Loop will find themself healing just as Siffrin manages to.

If I do finish this fic, I would like for Loop and Siffrin to wind up friends with the whole party in it.

[moosesarecute]

December 8th

December Masterlist

Masterlist

Azriel’s letters to Y/N:

Cassian spilled soup all over the floor yesterday. That’s nothing unusual, but it was all over a new carpet Feyre just bought. Feyre was about to become very angry when Nyx started laughing louder than ever before. Cassian is now Nyx’s favourite person.

I’m convinced that if Nyx knew you, you would outrank Cassian very quickly. I don’t know how much he knows about his auntie Y/N, but I know you would be the best aunt he could ever wish for.

“I suggest we take a few steps back, just to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen again,” Jo spoke.

Madja and Jonathan had spoken, and they thought that perhaps the therapy was moved forward too quickly and that his heart had a breakdown because of it.

Jo had his eyebrows raised and a little tilt to his head. The usual signs that he wanted Azriel to respond, but he didn’t.

He hadn’t spoken since he told Cassian that he was okay the day before. He felt a little childish, but not speaking made him feel lighter. He didn’t have to rethink every sentence before he said it. It felt nice.

“Let’s do something fun instead. Why don’t we draw something? Or write a letter for Mr. Claus?”

It was now Azriel’s turn to raise his eyebrows. Mr. Claus? Who was that? Jonathan luckily picked up on his unspoken question.

“As you know, the mortals used to live by many different religions. One of them had saints. Saints grew up as normal humans, but they lived and often also died for their religion and a miracle would happen after their deaths. One of them, Saint Nicholas, was known for giving his money to the poor and therefore humans started to think of him as a Saint that came with gifts. Human kids started writing letters to him and hoped that they would get what they wished for Christmas. Christmas Eve was at 24th of December, so only three days after Winter Solstice. It is said that when the mortals’ religions disappeared, Saint Nicholas moved to the Winter Court under the name Mr. Claus.”

 Azriel thought his therapist had gone mad. He was an adult male, both were, he was not going to write a letter to a non-existing gift-giver and ask for something for Winter Solstice.

“It was only a suggestion, you don’t have to look at me like I’m mad,” Jonathan said. “Even though I am a little mad.”

“Have you written to him before?” Azriel asked. He surprised himself by speaking, but he wanted to make sure Jonathan knew how absurd what he was speaking about was.

Jonathan nodded as an answer.

“I have written to him for as long as I have known about him.”

“Have you gotten what you wished for?”

Jonathan only shook his head.

“Both of us know that what I wish for is impossible to get back.” Azriel suddenly realized what he was talking about. His mate. He had wished for his mate back. “However, every Winter Solstice there is placed a red rose on Elvin’s grave. I like to think that is Mr. Claus letting me know that he had heard me.”

Azriel almost rolled his eyes. Not at Jonathan, not at all. The story was nice to hear, almost made him emotional. It made him roll his eyes at himself.

Why should he care if this Mr. Claus was real or not? It was Jonathan’s Winter Solstice tradition, and he wanted to share it. He would be a got friend and do his best.

“Do you have any paper?”

Annette woke up feeling drowsy. She blinked a few times, but her head was pounding from the light in her room. But the shivering was almost gone, and her lungs finally got enough air.

She heard quiet voices. It seemed like they were arguing.

“You can’t give her this much,” Bru whispered angry.

“She needs it daily now; I thought that if we gave more at once might need to take it less often,” Cathrine argued back.

“Are you forgetting what we are doing? What we are giving her? It’s not something to play with. We should up the dosage only a little bit every other week, that’s what the potion-master said.”

Cathrine had given her too much medicine. That’s why she was feeling so bad. It made sense. Cathrine always wanted what was best for her, and giving more medicine should in most cases be better.

Annette let out a groan as she sat up. Both Cathrine and Bru soon surrounded her. They asked how she was feeling.

“Cold, tired,” she answered. She felt too drowsy to speak full sentences.

“Let me help you into these blankets,” Cathrine said.

She moved firstly the fur so that it was tighter wrapped around her, and then she picked up one of the blankets.

However, as she was picking up the third blanket, she leaned over Annette in a way that made her wing bend in a wrong direction.

She almost yelled out in pain and rushed to push Cathrine away. Moving as quickly as possible, Annette freed her wing and stretched it out.

It was unharmed. Luckily.

“It seems like worry for wings is a thing they get from birth,” Bru commented slyly to Cathrine. It seemed like something he didn’t want Annette to hear, but at the same time he didn’t speak quietly.

Cathrine moved slower this time around and eventually got Annette covered in all three blankets. Annette felt herself trying to move away from Cathrine. Suddenly everything felt unsafe.

“I’ll get you some stew, sweatheart.”

As Cathrine left, Annette started to think.

If they had taken care of her since she was a child, then why didn’t they know how careful she was around her wings? It was probably some sort of mistake, but Annette felt herself needing so know that it was safe.

“Bru? Can you explain exactly what happened last time. Just one more time?”

Annette asked them this often. And every time, her family became slightly more annoyed.

“You went out into the woods as usual, but then night arrived, and you didn’t come home. We got worried and started to look for you. When we found you, you were out cold and when you woke you didn’t remember any of us. You haven’t remembered anything from the time before the accident and your heart have been weak ever since.”

When Annette realized it, she almost stopped breathing. She tried to act as if it was nothing as Cathrine came with her stew and both Cathrine and Bru left the room.

She looked around. Her room was small, but it was decorated with crochet and painting she allegedly had made. And a stuffed toad she had played with as a child. Other than that, nothing screamed that she had lived there for over two hundred years. Two hundred and fifty-four. She was two hundred and fifty-four and she could only remember almost three of those years.

Because, she hadn’t been there for two hundred and fifty-four years. She was curtain about that now.

Cathrine had told her that they had tried different medicine for her, but that it was before she had lost her memory. However, Bru had just told her that her heart got weak first after the accident.

Also, if she had lived with them for over two centuries, how could they still not know that her wings were sensitive? And as she had been outside. In the beautiful, refreshing and calming nature, all her instincts had been to not go back.

She knew now, she had to leave. And that rather quickly.

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Dividers by @issysh3ll

[goddessinnerglow]

Become Your Best Version Before 2025 - Day 2

Understanding Yourself Starts With Being Honest

Hi Goddesses! Yesterday we talked about what becoming our best selves means, and today we're diving into something really important, meeting ourselves exactly where we are.

Picture yourself packing for a journey. You'd check what you already have in your suitcase before deciding what else you need, right? That's exactly what we're doing today on our path to 2025, taking a inventory of where we are right now.

I know, I know. Self-assessment can feel a bit intimidating. Maybe you're worried about facing some truths, or perhaps you think it might be discouraging. But think of it as like turning on the GPS before starting a journey. You need to know your starting point to get where you want to go.

First things first: breathe. This isn't about judgment. Think of it as having coffee with your most supportive friend (that's me!) who just wants to help you reflect and grow. Ready? Let’s start.

Start With Your Gut

Remember when you wake up in the morning and have that first quiet moment to yourself? That's when our gut feelings are often the clearest. Take a moment right now. How do you feel about where you are in life? Not what others think, not what social media says you should be doing, just your honest feelings. Grab a notebook (or open your Notes app) and write down whatever comes to mind. No filtering, no judging.

The Life Wheel Check-In

Here's something I find super helpful: imagine your life as a wheel with different spokes. Think about these areas:

Your physical health and energy levels

Your relationships (family, friends, romantic)

Your work or studies

Your personal growth and learning

Your fun and recreation time

Your living space and environment

Your financial situation

Your emotional wellbeing

For each one, ask yourself: "On a scale where 10 is 'couldn't be better' and 1 is 'needs serious attention,' where am I?" Be real with yourself, this is just between us.

The "What's Working" List

Here's something we often skip: celebrating what's already good! Before diving into what you want to change, write down what's working well in your life. Maybe you're great at maintaining friendships, or you've been consistent with your morning routine, or you finally learned how to cook that one dish you love. These wins, big or small, are your foundation for growth.

The Honest Reality Check

Now comes the part that requires some courage: looking at areas where you feel stuck or unsatisfied. But here's the twist, we're going to do this with compassion. Instead of thinking "What's wrong with me?" ask yourself:

What's challenging me right now?

What keeps coming up in my thoughts as something I wish were different?

Where do I feel like I'm not living up to my own standards (not anyone else's)?

Your Future Self Letter

This is one of my favorite exercises: Write a letter from your future self (let's say December 2024) to your current self. What would they thank you for starting now? What changes would they be grateful you made? This isn't about pressure, it's about connecting with your hopes and dreams.

Getting Real with Yourself

Now, let's make this assessment more practical. Pick just three things:

One thing you want to maintain (because it's working well)

One thing you want to improve gradually

One thing you want to change significantly

Write these down somewhere you'll see them daily. Your phone wallpaper, a sticky note on your mirror, wherever works for you.

Remember This, you're not broken and you don't need fixing. You're a human being on a journey of growth, just like all of us. This self-assessment isn't about finding faults, it's about understanding where you are so you can move forward with purpose.

Take a moment to appreciate yourself for doing this work. Seriously. Self-reflection takes courage, and you're already showing up for yourself by reading this and (hopefully) doing these exercises.

Stay tuned for the next post in our "Become Your Best Version Before 2025" series! Remember, you've got this!

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

[dollyforever]

dolly talks about... existentialism and shifting ✶

Today's yap session will be

shifting/existence/obsession/something related. And my personal theory on reality shifting!

What I say might not make sense, but there's some sort of special feeling about knowing that a stranger is willing to read other's thoughts, because they care.

If these topics freak you out, don't be scared. Before discovering shifting, they would send me into a spiral as well. In fact, I'm specifically going to talk about how shifting and spirituality has healed a very big part of my anxiety, the one regarding life and death.

Hmm.. where do I start? I found my old journals some days ago and read through some pages from when I was twelve. I hadn't been diagnosed with ocd and anxiety yet, and I was going through a really bad episode of obsessing over my existence. I had recurring thoughts over my life not being real. I always tried to cling on to any little piece of proof that reminds me that I am real. I didn't specifically write it down (my ocd would never let me write the bad thoughts down because then "they'd become real") but the multiple pages with repeating numbers reminded me of what my mind once looked like. And when my beloved grandmother passed right before I turned 13, the whole universe/death obsession came in. I was scared of dying. Of life after death. Of life outside of earth. Of not knowing. I had nightmares about my dad's stolen edition of "Sapiens" from the library, because in it was the history of humanity. About how small being human actually means, considering some species have been around since, basically forever. Philosophy (which by the way, now is my favorite class of all time) had me hyperventilating before class because we would talk about nihilism, moral skepticism, absurdism, the meaning of life. It all freaked me out, so much that I couldn't sleep for days.

I always talk about me "discovering shifting" this november/december 2024. But that's not entirely true (let me explain). I had heard a bit about shifting in 2020. Never really sparked my interest. In 2022, I stumbled upon a shifting video, and was very interested. In fact, for two weeks, it was all I could think about. It consumed me. Because it meant that maybe, my being isn't just life and death. And eternal darkness afterwards. And that perhaps, I can find meaning outside of what I percieve through my senses. That there was a possibility that I wasn't fixed into this system of suffering through life and then dying.

After two weeks, however, I watched a video of someone "disproving" shifting (I HATE the word disproving, because shifting hasn't even been proved!). The comments talked and talked about psychosis. And schizophrenia, and lucid dreaming and delusion. I instantly fell back into my old mindset of what being alive means. It felt terrible. And I don't like to consider that a part of my journey. But it was. Because for months after this, I taught myself to accept and live with the fact that it's alright if this is all there is to life. I believe this was one of the best decisions I've ever made, even if I don't think like that anymore.

Again, I rediscovered shifting this winter. I was going through the hardest moment in my life and finding out about it again brought me immense amounts of hope. I love the community, I love the silliness of scripting, I love hearing other people's romance stories in their drs. I love all of it. But most of all, I loved the process of pondering on the meaning of life taking shifting into consideration. Until now I have heard about two theories to "explain" shifting, the consciousness theory and the multiverse theory. I believe in a mix of the two, in the sense that we are omnipresent beings. I think that we are everywhere and everything all at once. While I do believe that shifting is the act of focusing our consciousness into another reality, or more so deciding what we want to be and acting as if that's true (aka law of assumption). So in a sense, I think that whatever happens in regards to shifting is in our heads. But I also think that there are an infinite amount of realities, or ways of conciousness, that we can move our conciousness to. I also think that our subconscious plays an important role in shifting. I've heard about people shifting to study something in their dr for an exam in their cr. In their dr, they study information that they passively heard during their lectures. Even if they weren't actively listening, their subconscious mind happened to know exactly what they had to memorise in their dr. In my case, I've never heard about the plot of, let's say, Lord of The Rings. If I shift to my dr and read it, the plot won't be the same, because my subconscious doesn't know the plot.

Does that make sense? I can't even understand it myself. I could be wrong and I'd love to discuss it in the comments if someone believes otherwise.

But I love to be aware of the possibilities of the universe. I am not stuck in one place. I can leave/live whenever and wherever I wish.

Whatever shifting means, whatever life means, it really shouldn't matter enough to worry you or upset you. It's all pretty crazy and it's hard to explain it, which is why many people succumb to argument against the possibility of shifting.

But you and I both know it's very real, and that's the only thing that matters.

[cake-emu]

Genesis of Swarla: What We Know (masterlist)

(every time we get a concrete piece of information about the behind-the-scenes decision for Carla & Lisa to be paired up, I will add it to the list with relevant source/s)

Vicky Myers's promotion to series regular in early 2024 (subsequent to playing a recurring guest role, credited as DS Swain since 2021) announced - Myers revealed Lisa's sexuality: "I'm not entirely sure if everybody knows this, but Swain is gay. I think she perhaps has seen somebody that's caught her eye but at the moment she's far too busy with focusing on this investigation, her career, being a single mum, and juggling her home life as well with her teenage daughter." (source: Digital Spy, "Coronation Street promotes DS Swain to regular character", 4th March, 2024)

Vicky Myers, speaking about the fleshing out of the character of Lisa Swain once she had been promoted to series regular: "I had my thoughts about her being gay, to start off with, and then this has come about in storyline meetings, and meetings with [producer] Iain [MacLeod]." (source: Vicky Myers, Conversation Street podcast "Vicky Myers interview", 15th March, 2024)

Writer Joe Parkinson and storyliner Holly Illis pitched the idea of Carla and Lisa [becoming a couple]. (source: Joe Parkinson, Royal Television Society virtual panel "Deep Dive: Writing For Soap", 16th June, 2025)

Vicky Myers, speaking about how she and Ali King found out it would be happening: "We'd done a few scenes together around the Peter Barlow and Stephen Reid story (scenes aired October 2023), and then we did a chemistry test together. Obviously something was right because they went with it!" (source: Vicky Myers, Inside Soap Magazine, 10th December, 2024)

[rustbeltjessie]

I haven’t made a pinned post in a while, but since it’s my birthday month and I’m struggling right now, I figured it’s a good time to make one.

First, let me introduce myself. I’m Jessie Lynn McMains, aka Rust Belt Jessie. I’m a writer (poetry and prose), artist, zine-maker, spoken word performer, occasional musician, small press publisher, and general jack of several creative trades. I’m queer—bi/mspec and nonbinary (I use they/them, she/her, and he/him pronouns). I’m disabled and neurodivergent, and the parent of two kiddos. Politically? Well, I consider myself an anarchist at heart, but I still vote in every election. I think everyone should be able to have enough food, and a safe place to live, and yeah, even a few ‘unnecessary,’ fun things, just by virtue of being alive. As for the rest of my beliefs, you can probably garner a general idea if you peruse my blog even a little.

Now, onto the nitty-gritty. We had about ten days between when our last month’s food money ran out and when this month’s came in. It has been refilled as of today, so I don’t have to worry about that for the moment, but because of that gap, I had to spend money I’d set aside for other stuff on food. I paid our rent and energy bill for the month, but I’m a couple months overdue on our Internet bill, and I don’t want to risk that getting shut off. And then, well, it’s December. I’m trying to buy my kids some Christmas presents, and it’s not just my birthday month—my youngest kiddo’s birthday is four days before Christmas. Because of all this, I’m also way behind on writing stuff. I owe my zine subscribers a new issue (I didn’t send anything at all in November), and I’m trying to finish up some pieces to record for my new spoken word EP, but I’ve had to focus on day job and side-hustle stuff that’s more immediately lucrative, so I haven’t been able to dedicate much time to finishing these projects.

If you’d like to throw some $$ my way so I can get some gifts for my kiddos, keep my Internet on, get back to my writing, and maybe have a less-stressful birthday month than I did last year, I have V*nmo (JessieLynnMcMains) and P*yp*l (coeur.de.fantome [at] gmail[dot]com).

But hey, hey, I’m not just asking for something for nothing! I have a lot of stuff available on Ko-fi (rustbeltjessie), including print books and zines, ebooks and zines, and pins, and you can also hire me as an editor or commission a custom mini-collage. And almost everything is sliding scale/pay-what-you-can, some with a minimum price, others starting at $0.

And that zine subscription? It’s still not too late to get in on it, even though the year is almost over. If you sign up now, you’ll receive all previous issues, along with this month’s when it’s finished, and the final two will be mailed out in January.

Or perhaps you’d like to buy or commission something I don’t officially have for sale. Maybe you’d like to buy one of my existing pieces of art? Or commission a custom pin, designed by me, based on the band/film/fandom/whatever of your choice? Or commission a custom postcard poem/art piece, on the subject of your choice? Or have me write you a custom mini-zine, on the subject of your choice? I can do all those things! DM me, and we’ll work something out!

Oh, and I mentioned above that I was working on a new spoken word EP? Go check out my full-length spoken word album, Self-Portrait With Ghosts and Trains, which was released by Hello America Stereo Cassette in July 2021. You can find it at helloamerica.bandcamp.com. (I do get royalties from that release periodically, but it’s not as immediate as if you purchase something directly from me.)

All that said, I know times are tough for most people right now, so please don’t feel obligated to purchase anything or otherwise send money my way. And, as always, even just a few dollars helps, as does reblogging/boosting this post. 🖤

[tamamatango]

(Lack of) Anime News Update: Sadly, I was right to be skeptical

THEY TOOK ALL MY COPIUM

A few months ago, a rumor emerged about the new Keroro anime project being a series in 2025 and a movie in 2026. I did a longer write-up on it here, but the tl;dr is that I said there was a chance due to the usual reliability of the leaker but that it could also be a misinterpretation of another source. I leaned toward more likely than not (hopium perhaps), but I did advise caution and to not strictly take it at face value.

I guess that was the right call because, well, here we are mid-February. The spring anime season starts in about a month and a half. And…no official news. Zip. Nada. The waiting game continues, it seems.

So, what was that Oizaki quote about? We don’t have hard confirmation, but my guess is that the spring 2025 series part was about a completely different seasonal anime Oizaki is directing set to begin in April. (Yes really I know the premise sounds ridiculous but it’s an adaptation of a light novel, sky’s the limit with those things.) This was revealed back in December. As for what the movie is, it seems to be still unknown. My guess is either an original project or something involving Kaleido Star, which also had a major anniversary recently. The interpretation of the Japanese that the series and movie were connected was in hindsight a mistake, but I wasn’t the only one to propose that reading, and it could’ve gone either way. Gotta love/hate ambiguity.

I could go more into how I think this mix-up happened but then I’d have to talk about twitter anime leaker drama, and while I am unfortunately pretty knowledgable about this subject, it is not fun to talk or read about so I’ll spare you the details. The main conclusion I have is that this account was not deliberately trying to trick anyone and rather just made an assumption and reported the info before actually checking against the evidence because they really wanted to be fast and get interactions, especially because a perceived to be competing account reported a less sensationalized, more accurate version a few minutes before. SugoiLite’s sources aren’t usually publicly visible but this time they pretty much played themselves.

What does this mean for Keroro, then? Personally I still think there will be a series (for reasons I explained in my post from last spring about the whole reveal) and I still think it will be this year, but in either summer or fall. That will have been at maximum a year and a half after the announcement (summer season starts in July, fall in October), which gives it a pretty standard anime production time, assuming the teaser trailer was released during early production. As for the movie? There’s not as strong of a reason to speculate that happening, but next year is the 20th anniversary of Movie 1, so the timing would line up pretty well. That’s just based on vibes, though, rather than any evidence at this time.

Look, I’d be pleased as punch for the Keroro PR account to prove me wrong tomorrow, but I’m quite confident that we lost the coin flip on this one. Before you get too down in the dumps, don’t forget that two major dates are around the corner: AnimeJapan in late March, closely followed by the next anniversary on April 3. I think we will see some kind of preview or at least a progress update around that time. If not…then maybe I’ll start worrying a bit about the chances of it making this year, but we’ll cross that bridge if and when we get to it. So hold onto your butts for just a little while longer! I think!

[eli0004]

Okay. So I loved loved loved your relationship HC canons. They were so well written and I loved him❤

But can I also request Levi falling in love HCs? Like I can imagine him being in love but for the love of God I can not imagine how he would fall in love with someone. Like what certain characteristics would he like? Bold? Calm? Sunshine? Introverted? And how will he be attracted to them? Would it be easy for him to accept his feelings or will he be in denial?

Like please please please.... I love the way you write Levi. So please.

-🌼

Absolutely! I love this topic actually, it’s something I’ve thought a lot about! 🖤 I hope you enjoy!

Genre: Fluff

Summary: How does Levi Ackerman fall in love, and what is his ideal type?

Warnings: None, maybe some talk of insecurity?

Levi is a December Capricorn. December Caps are known for being highly emotional, but struggling with emotional expression. They’re also usually very uptight and disciplined, and tend to take a practical approach when dealing with situations as opposed to flying by the seat of their pants. Obviously these traits are pretty accurate to Levi’s character. A Capricorn’s most ideal match are typically Taurus or Virgos. Commonly known Tausus/Virgo traits are passion, stubbornness, dependability, logic and communication.

Now, obviously you don’t have to be a Taurus or Virgo to be loved by Levi, but think with that in mind, Levi would do best with someone who is very strong willed and independent. He’s not the type of guy who wants to be with someone he has to keep his eye on. Emotional maturity and practical thinking are very important traits to him when looking for a partner, and someone who can communicate well is very attractive to him, since he has a harder time putting his feelings into words.

He likes someone who is genuine, trustworthy and dependable. Someone who has a strong sense of justice and empathy, who defends and advocates for others when they are unable to defend themselves.

I think he likes a good mix of pessimism and optimism. He’s a pessimist himself, so if you’re too optimistic it may irritate him rather than help, he prefers someone who is more of a realist. Someone who doesn’t enable his negativity, but who helps him to think rationally instead.

Like i said before, i think Levi is a deeply emotional person. If you’re only looking surface level, it wouldn’t be obvious, but when you breakdown a lot of his character traits in the show itself, it’s pretty clear that he tends to be swayed by his emotions. I think he would know immediately when he falls in love.

He’s the type of guy who’s always in his head, he thinks a lot, visiting the past, pondering the future. When he starts to catch his pondering turning into fantasizing about a life with you, doing domestic things, and being cozy together, that’s when it hits him.

But I think he’s also deeply insecure, not so much about his looks, but his personality. His ability to love again after having lost so many people. Whether or not you deserve someone better. He’s used to being misread as unapproachable or mean, so somewhere along the way, i think he might have begun to believe those things.

I think it would mean a lot to him if you just treated him like a normal person. Not humanities strongest, not mean or unapproachable, or someone to be pitied for his struggles. Just let him be Levi, and praise him for who he is in his soul.

All that said, i don’t think he would be the one to make a move 💀 because he’s so in his head, i think he’d be too worried that he’s misread the situation and that you don’t see him that way, perhaps you’re just being nice. He’s extremely oblivious to flirting.

But if you catch on first and decide to shoot your shot, he will be absolutely flabbergasted. He’s looking over his shoulder like “do you mean- are you talking to me?” Before that moment, he’s mostly convinced that he’ll be pining in silence for the rest of your lives.

Levi blushes. A lot. He’s very pale in complexion, so the smallest bit of flirting or teasing has heat spreading over his face, and it’s painfully obvious.

So when you’ve got him face to face, telling him how you feel about him, he may not be able to respond in beautiful poetic words, but his body language is enough to tell you how he feels.

He won’t make eye contact, he’s all red faced and bouncing his leg and gripping his teacup with so much force, you’d think it was going to crumble. And oh- what’s that? An ever-so- subtle, happy little grin; completely involuntary, he couldn’t stop it even if he tried. He feels boyish and vulnerable, but it’s strangely nice.

Your relationship with Levi is not a secret, but it is private. He values your time together, as it helps him to decompress. He all but melts in your embrace after a particularly hard day, and It’s crucial that you respect his desire for privacy, the level of raw emotion and vulnerability with these new experiences is something that he’s entrusted you with and that means everything to him.

And on the subject of new experiences, the more you handle him with care and allow him to process his feelings without judgment, the less he’ll worry about not being good enough, and you’ll find that he’s a very good and attentive lover.

Even still, you’ll find from time to time that reassurance is something Levi needs like he needs air to breathe, and this can come in the form of many things, like remembering little details about the things he loves, taking care of some of his responsibilities when he’s feeling overwhelmed, quiet touches when he lacks the energy to speak.

Having someone who sees him for who he is and loves all his broken pieces is what Levi finds comfort in while he’s nestled in your arms at night, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[rheanyraaaa]

WaterLilly Part 7

Enemies To Lovers

Robb Stark x Frey Reader (F)

A/N: hey guys, it’s been forever since i’ve posted bjt here i am, on a random wednesday night. I left it on a cliffhanger and disappeared i do apologise my loves but hopefully i can write some more chapters and wrap this lovely story up!

(thought lana del rey’s song fitted in this bcs it’s december 18)

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Months had passed since the loss of the child, and the camp had moved on as war always demanded. But for you, the world still felt muted, shadowed by the grief you carried. In those early days, you had lashed out at Robb in your sorrow, your anger boiling over in the face of his perceived indifference (and even thrown books and other objects at him, you did have to be manhandled away by some guards from the breakdown). Yet anyways the words had been harsh, cutting deep, and though he had said little in return, the tension between you both had grown like a wall.

Now, though, there was a sense of change in the air. The camp was quieter, the ever-looming threat of battle briefly held at bay. And, perhaps most notably, Talisa was gone. Robb had sent her away with a satchel of coin and a terse farewell. No one spoke of her departure openly, though the rumors whispered that it was his mother’s final insistence that had tipped the balance.

You hadn’t mentioned Talisa since her absence became apparent, though you felt a strange mix of relief and uncertainty about it. It wasn’t a victory not in the way one might think. But it felt like a shift, and for that, you were cautiously grateful.

It was late one evening when Robb approached you near the fire pit, his expression hesitant but resolved. You were sitting alone, tending to a small piece of embroidery a simple habit you’d picked up to keep your hands busy. He stood there for a moment, silent, before clearing his throat.

“I thought I might find you here,” he said quietly.

You glanced up, the flickering firelight casting warm shadows on his face. “I don’t stray far,” you replied simply, your voice calm but guarded.

Robb shifted on his feet, as if unsure how to continue. “I wanted to… speak to you,” he said finally, sitting down on the log across from you. His blue-gray eyes met yours, and for the first time in months, there was no tension in his gaze only a quiet sort of sincerity.

You set your embroidery aside, folding your hands in your lap. “I’m listening,” you said, your tone measured.

He hesitated, running a hand through his hair before letting out a small sigh. “I owe you an apology,” he began. “For everything. For how I’ve treated you, for how distant I’ve been… for Talisa.” The last word came out softly, almost reluctantly, but there was no malice in it, only acknowledgment.

You blinked, surprised by his candor, but you kept your expression neutral. “You sent her away,” you said, more a statement than a question.

Robb nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground. “It was the right thing to do. For her… and for us.”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him. “And what do you mean by ‘us,’ Robb?”

His eyes flicked back up to meet yours, and there was a vulnerability in them that you hadn’t seen before. “I mean that I’ve done nothing to make this marriage work. I’ve failed you as a husband, as a partner. But I’d like to try… if you’ll let me.”

The fire crackled between you, filling the silence as his words hung in the air. You looked down at your hands, considering his offer. Slowly, you nodded.

“I won’t pretend it’s been easy,” you said softly. “But… I’m willing to try. We’ve both lost so much, Robb. Maybe it’s time we stop fighting each other and start fighting for something together.”

A faint smile touched his lips, small but genuine. “I think I’d like that.”

In the days that followed, your relationship with Robb began to shift, though the change was gradual. It started with simple gestures: shared meals, quiet conversations by the fire, fleeting glances that carried less animosity and more curiosity.

One evening, as you walked through the camp together, Robb surprised you by asking about the embroidery you carried. “What are you working on this time?” he asked, his tone light but genuinely interested.

You glanced at him, holding up the fabric. “It’s a wolf,” you said, a hint of amusement in your voice. “I thought it fitting.”

Robb chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on the design. “A direwolf for a Stark,” he mused. “It suits you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I think I’d prefer a phoenix,” you teased. “Something that rises from the ashes.”

He stopped walking, turning to face you fully. There was a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. “A phoenix, then,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “It suits you better than any wolf.”

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks, but you quickly turned away, hiding your smile as you continued walking.

It wasn’t perfect. There were still moments of awkwardness, of lingering hurts that couldn’t be ignored. But step by step, you and Robb were finding your way. And for the first time, you felt hope.

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tags!!

@maysileeewrites @samieree @yeahnohoneybye @nervouschaosgladiator (for some reason it won’t let me tag you)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Vulnerable

|| Silco x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader kicked out of Piltover, reader gets drunk, Silco manipulates reader by pretending to care, no romance (but hinted ish)

|| Summary; when reader finds herself in Silco's bar, he offers her the revenge she seeks in exchange for working with him.

Requests closed!

Started; December 5th

Finished; December 8th

HurtCember2024; Day 7, Abandoned

Author Note; little late with this one, I struggled a lot with what to write for some reason but I think it turned out alright.

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Zaun was not a place you wanted to be abandoned in. You were once a high ranking member of Piltover, until the Council turned on you after finding out you were involved in.. well, some illegal activity. Mostly smuggling Shimmer into Piltover. Suffice to say, they did not appreciate that. Now you were alone. Terrified. In Zaun with nothing to protect yourself. Had the money been worth it? Not really. If you still had it in your possession, maybe. But the Council took all of it. You wandered for a while. Having debated just sneaking back into Piltover, but you knew the Enforcers would be on your ass. So, you kept to the corners. Praying you wouldn't be recognized. After all, your name was once well known. Plus, you had quite a few enemies that would sprint for the chance to take you down.

It wasn't long before a bright, neon sign caught your attention. It looked like a bar and really, you could use a drink or two. Probably more. Making your way in, you kept your head low. Careful not to bump into anyone. You got to the bar and ordered a drink, the bartender gave you a strange look. As though he recognized your fancier clothing. You definitely weren't dressed like someone from Zaun. But he kept to himself. Knowing it wasn't his job to question, but to serve drinks. Your drink was handed to you not long after and it wasn't long after that that you finished it. Having chugged most of it.

Meanwhile, Silco had come down from his office. The people in the bar making sure to move out of his way as he passed. Not wanting to take risks. He had been on his way out when you caught his attention. Of course, he knew who you were. You were one of them. A Piltie. Topsider. Sitting in his bar? That wouldn't do.

But then he questioned it. Wondering why you were here to begin with, perhaps something had happened. Perhaps you were now vulnerable. He could use that. Present you with an opportunity, maybe. He knew you had gotten Shimmer off him before, it wouldn't be too far of a stretch to assume you were on his side. He made his way through the crowd, standing a bit away from you.

"You shouldn't be here," Silco's voice took you off guard. Jumping at the sight of him, your immediate reaction was to go into a defensive stance. However, the alcohol in your system didn't make it easy. You stumbled over yourself. A sight that greatly amused Silco.

"Silco," you were in disbelief that he was talking to you. Why was he even here? The few times you'd met with him, it had never been in his office. Always some quiet corner of Piltover or Zaun. So, you didn't know this was his spot. You'd walked right into his territory without the slightest clue. You're lucky all he seems to be doing is talking to you. It could be worse.

"Who else would it be? This is my bar," Silco kept his demeanour calm, collected. Analyzing your every move. Not that he really had to, if you did decide to attack he had a whole bar of people to back him up. Besides, you were drunk. It's not like you would be some incredible fighter," the question that should be asked. Is why are you here, Topsider?" He said the words in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. You'd almost forgotten how intimidating he could be. Without hardly even lifting a finger.

You weren't sure why you told him, maybe it was the alcohol. Or the need to just talk to someone, have any form of comfort or sympathy given to you," the Council kicked me out. They found out about my Shimmer deals. Took every coin I'd made," saying it out loud brought a wave of emotions over you. First sadness at having nothing, then anger for what they did to you. You wanted revenge on the Council. Silco could see it in your eyes.

He listened to you, hearing the story you told him. Of course, he wasn't sympathetic. But he could pretend to be, if it would get you more on his side," they were awful to you," Silco started. Resting a hand to your shoulder. The touch made you tense at first, but then you relaxed into him. Needing it more than you cared to admit," I could help you get your revenge. If that is something you desire."

You didn't even think about it, giving him a nod. It was probably the fastest you had ever agreed to anything," please," you tried not to sound as desperate as you were. But Silco noticed. He could sniff out desperation like a dog sniffing fear. It never went unnoticed by him.

Silco grinned.

"You would, of course, have to work under me. I need to know that I can trust you, loyalty is important to my cause," he continued.

"Yeah, yeah- whatever I have to do," you grumbled. Oh, he was glad he stopped to talk with you.

"Perfect. Meet me up those stairs tomorrow morning," he points toward where his office is," by 8 sharp. We'll continue our talk then," he gave your shoulder a pat before leaving you to the bar. He was looking forward to your meeting with him, more than he would ever admit out loud. Especially to you.

[ahedderick]

Taxing Situation

Started my day by dragging an large, angry cat to the vet's office for his biopsy. He has a small "something" on his ear and also a small mass on his chest. I'm hoping for the best.

Then, having emailed a financial advisor (12/20) and called him (1/03) to no avail, I swung my stylish ass into his office. As in, slightly-muddy Carhartt and wellington boots, because I was cleaning snow off the car and forgot to change. "May I have," I said to his office manager, very patiently, "This&that paperwork for the trust my father set up."

[Aside, I found out late in December that a trust my father set up a few years before his death was supposed to have its own tax filings. I had no idea, nor was I told when he passed away in 2022, that I was supposed to be handling that. The income from the trust is being paid as a monthly annuity to my father's partner for her life.]

Madam printed me the majority of the paperwork that my accountant requested. Two late returns will have to be filed. How this will all fall out, and how much trouble I will be in, is still unknown. It is possible that my accountant will be able to write a pitiful letter to the IRS on my behalf and get late-filing penalties reduced. Because this really, truly, wasn't my fault.

I will not go down to Home Farm, pick up the urn with my father's ashes, and shake it very hard. Probably. I do think MOST of the problem here came from the Finance Bro not telling my father what ongoing paperwork this trust would generate, nor telling me when I met with him after my father's death that I had special filing requirements.

Gah. !!!!

Now I need to shake off my frustrations and find something productive to do. Perhaps try to lay out some basic lines for a painting. Or pet a cat. Or make soup.

[xyurishux]

CHAPTER 1 - AS A WHOLE, TOGETHER

Word Count: ~1.7k

Tags: GN!reader, Mentions of family disputes

Summary: You begin to tell Sebastian how deep UrbanShades rabbit hole truly goes, starting with yourself.

Pardon any writing errors, they may happen!

“ oh sweetie, you’re not ugly, society is,”

“So,

When I was younger, life was as normal as can be. I was in mediocre family, it was me, my mom and my dad. I’d only see my mom in the morning, and when I was back from school my dad would be home for dinner. It wasn’t until way later I learned about his job, but that isn’t relevant right now. My dad was a mystery to me, he’s my dad but I didn’t know much to anything about him. I saw him everyday when I got home but it’s was for such a small period of time, did it even count?

Life was so mundane and repetitive. Go to school, pass tests, summer break then restart it all over again. Life was boring but it wasn’t difficult.

I would do anything to be back there…” You paused looking out into the ocean, it was dark you could mistake it for the above, only simply at night. You breathe out from your nose continuing on with your story.

 “Anyways, it was back in September of 2009 when my father got a promotion. Seeing his face 4 to 5 hours per day dwindled down to seeing him once every two weeks or so, usually on Sundays. He became an enigma.

“You see, something I couldn’t see at the time was that as I grew older, his need to be in my life lowered, and sadly, that same fate fell too with my mother by default.

His job already took a toll on their relationship. Only spending 4 to 5 hours with your partner every day over the span of five years isn’t so great.

My mother would see him as much as I did and now, he just wasn’t there. The signs of a falling relationship presented themselves beforehand, but now it was obvious to anyone that the only thing keeping them together was me. At least, for my mom that was the case.

“The house was more silent than it ever was empty…”

You looked to the side with your eyes to see Sebastians full attention on you, perhaps it was the story? Or maybe he didn’t have anything better to do or it might have been the way your voice spoke with full sincerity and no sarcasm. It was like someone else took control but it was undoubtedly you and he was fully enthralled.

Your eyes met and you looked back down at the cold tile as you carried on.

“Ether way, it was in November of that same year where things would shift. My mom would realize the steady money flowing in and at growing amounts. Now you have to understand that my mother isn’t of the suspicious type nor is she a person who comes up with wild conclusions. She was (and still is, I hope) a reasonable and sensible woman. She knew that this wasn’t a simple ‘promotion’, but to know where all this money came from, well…she didn’t have the slightest clue. She didn’t know and she would never know. Well, truly know…

“The first snow started to fall as December began and Winter break freed me from my studying. Shockingly, dad came home for the holidays and New Years. Funny anecdote, I remember getting my first iPhone as a gift from him that year. It was an iPhone 3GS, God the memories…my mother was not pleased in slightest.” You laughed silent tilting your head to the side as your reminisced, it was good and loyal phone…

 “Continuing on, after Christmas as a family and with the family the next day, my parents had the only disagreement I’ve ever witnessed (only a disagreement, it wasn’t enough to count as a fight).

I think it was about 2 am and the only light that was on was the one above the kitchen table. My dad was sitting facing my mother who standing up, the last of the family who came over for the party had finally left. Chip bowls and wine glasses were still scattered on the coffee table, only barely visible by the outside Christmas lights. I watched as my mom tapped her nails against the wooden chair she was partly leaning on as she took a deep breath. I could tell she was tired, exhausted even but I could also tell she had something bugging her and she needed to let it out. I watched them from the darkness that the staircase provided, I was undetectable. I listened to them talk, leaning my upper body to the wooden railing trying not to miss a single word. I don’t remember much; it was about the money at first but it was nothing compared to what my mother said next.”

“Samantha, look- “

“I’m breaking up with you”

“My mother broke up with my father. I sat upon the steps dumbfounded, I didn’t expect that from their conversation but even then, I didn’t know what to expect. The last of the conversation consisted of my father staying silent and staring at the table as my mom talked important matters to him. She told him that she would stay for the New Years and then move in with a friend in an apartment she found. After that she finished the glass of wine my dad poured for her at the start and left the kitchen when he didn’t have anything to add.

I’m pretty sure that night was the only time I saw my dad cry. He was still in love with her, never ever once thinking of ending their relationship. Never ever once thinking of loving another woman.

 Most children would walk down the stairs they sat on and go comfort their weeping father or at least ask if he was okay. But our relationship was so estranged to the point where I felt no reason to go down and comfort him. He simply was just my father, nothing else nothing more.

I watched him cry silently with his head in his hand as I sat on the steps with my legs close to my chest. I sat there for a few more minutes. I don’t know why I sat there watching for so long. Maybe I was intrigued with the sight, it was something new. A man I’ve know all my life was a mystery to me and now the last sight I might ever see of him is him crying his heart out. But soon enough I got tired, I walked back up to my bedroom and fell asleep to noise of the on going shower my mom was taking downstairs.

The next morning felt cold and unbalanced. The floor was cold to the touch and it was actually closer to noon then morning. The hall was silent as I walked down it and saw at the end of it that my mom was packing a suitcase and a large duffle bag. They were both placed on the bed with an equal amount of folded and unfolded clothes thrown around the two. It was enough to be unable to see the white and blue floral comforter underneath (or I remember it to be enough). I walked into the room and as if I didn’t witness the scene at the kitchen table last night I asked, “Are we going somewhere?”

She was so concentrated with her packing that she jumped startled when she heard my voice. With her hand over her heart, she turned to me with a forced smile (I knew that it was) and spoke words that I will never forget.”

“What were they?” Sebastian asked quietly, his full upper body now laying against the desk where you two sorted files on together almost an hour ago.

You smiled, “Well,

“Sweetheart! You scared me there,” She said, her smile faltering, “No, mommy is going somewhere, alone, but not forever. You’ll have to stay with dad for awhile.” She turned her head away as she folded a few pants and placed them into her suitcase. Then she squatted, and I had to look down to see her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and her lashes wet. I felt her hands on my upper arms as she continued to talk, “Mommy, mommy needs to go find herself for a bit, okay? Not for long but mommy needs this…I love you, eternally and always”

She left the same day with kiss on the forehead, her phone number seared into my mind and a “Be good while I’m gone, I’m a single phone call away”

And then I was there, at my door step, cold and watching as my mom entered her friend’s car with one last kiss blown to me. I caught it and placed it onto my cheek as she drove off. Now it was me and my estranged father and a lot of complex emotions I didn’t know how to decipher or begin to understand at the age of ten.”

You finished, pausing to take a breath for a second while also stretching your aching muscles.

“And then what? What does this have to do with us? With me?” Sebastian asked harshly as he raised himself from the desk.

“Give me a second, I need water and a snack, I’m a bit peckish,” you joked, smirking to him, before continuing, “Ether way, we’re barely getting into the meat of the story. I was just explaining how I got stuck with my father. Now will be getting into what he was doing

behind closed doors…”

And we start rolling, ~

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