#I think this is something everyone should read and understand

[azrielmasterlist]

His Shadows & Their Starlight

Storyline:-(Ver.2.0) Azriel is sitting next to Elain as you sit by the fireplace reading. You've been staying with Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand for the past two months in Velaris. You're a mortal but Rhysand says you have different abilities that no mortal should be able to have. For example, winnowing or teleporting. Azriel is in love with Elain Archeron even though Elain already has a mate.

Word count:- 1.3k

Warnings:- Insecurity, Lonliness, Jealousy, Angst.

Series:- Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Chapter 3: A Mortal's Heart

Isla's POV

I didn't realize how lonely I had been until I started feeling like I wasn't anymore.

The Night Court was not an easy place to belong. Everyone here seemed to have a purpose, a role carved out of fire, magic, and history. They were warriors and dreamers, protectors and rulers, each of them larger than life in ways I could barely fathom. And then there was me—a mortal girl who had stumbled into this world like a leaf blown in by the wind.

Rhysand had a way of making me feel at ease, though. There was a kindness to him, a patience that never felt patronizing. He spoke to me as if I were an equal, even when I doubted I ever could be. Feyre, too, was warm and inviting, her smiles carrying the same quiet strength that seemed to define the Night Court itself.

But Azriel... Azriel was different.

He was always watching me, though he seemed to think I didn't notice. His gaze lingered in ways that made my skin prickle—not out of discomfort, but out of something I couldn't quite name. It wasn't just the way he looked at me, though. It was the way he didn't look at me, too. The way his attention would flicker away, as though he were fighting something within himself.

I could see his pain, even if he tried to hide it. It was in the tension of his shoulders, the careful way he moved, as though he were always ready for a battle that might never come. It was in his silence, in the way his shadows curled around him like armor.

But those same shadows—they didn't act that way around me.

They moved differently when I was near. Softer, gentler, like they were reaching for me, offering something unspoken that I didn't fully understand. At first, I thought I was imagining it, that I was seeing things that weren't there. But the more time I spent in Velaris, the more certain I became.

It wasn't just the shadows. It was Azriel, too.

I didn't know what it meant, but I couldn't ignore the way he seemed to be drawn to me, even as he tried to keep his distance.

One evening, after dinner with the inner circle, I found myself wandering through the halls of the House of Wind. It was quiet, the kind of silence that felt alive, as though the walls themselves were listening.

I didn't realize where my feet were taking me until I stepped out onto a balcony overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking, the lights of Velaris shimmering like a sea of stars. But I wasn't alone.

Azriel was there, standing at the edge of the balcony with his back to me. His wings were partially unfurled, the faint moonlight catching on the dark, leathery expanse.

I hesitated, unsure if I should interrupt. But his shadows shifted, curling around him before stretching out toward me, as if they were inviting me closer.

"Couldn't sleep?" I asked softly, stepping up beside him.

He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. "Something like that."

The silence between us was heavy but not uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that felt like a conversation in its own right.

"You're always watching," I said after a moment, my voice barely above a whisper.

Azriel's gaze flicked to mine, sharp and searching. "And you're always noticing."

There was something in his tone—an edge of curiosity, maybe even amusement.

"I can't help it," I admitted. "You're... not easy to ignore."

He let out a soft, almost bitter laugh. "That's not usually a good thing."

I turned to face him fully, my heart pounding in my chest. "It's not a bad thing, either."

Azriel didn't respond right away. His shadows shifted around him, curling and uncurling like restless creatures.

"You don't belong here," he said finally, his voice quiet but firm. "This world—it's not meant for mortals."

The words stung, but not because they weren't true. They were. I knew that. But hearing him say it—it felt like a rejection, even if I knew he didn't mean it that way.

"I know," I said, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. "But I'm here anyway."

Azriel's gaze softened slightly, and for a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes—something raw and unguarded.

"You're stronger than you realize," he said quietly. "Stronger than most of us."

The words caught me off guard, and I didn't know how to respond.

Before I could say anything, his shadows moved again, brushing against my arm like a gentle caress. The sensation was strange but comforting, like a warmth I hadn't realized I was missing.

"Do they always do that?" I asked, nodding toward the shadows.

Azriel's lips curved into the faintest of smiles. "Not usually."

I didn't know what that meant, but I didn't press him. Instead, I let the silence settle between us again, the weight of the moment sinking into my bones.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself spending more time with the inner circle. They were kind to me, in their own ways, and I began to feel less like an outsider and more like... something else. Not quite one of them, but not entirely separate, either.

And Azriel—he was always there, hovering at the edges of my awareness. He didn't speak much, but his presence was impossible to ignore.

It was in the quiet moments, though, that I felt closest to him. The moments when his shadows would reach for me, offering a silent kind of comfort that I couldn't put into words.

I didn't know what it meant, this bond that seemed to be forming between us. But I knew it was real, even if neither of us fully understood it yet.

One night, as I lay awake in my room, staring up at the ceiling, I couldn't stop thinking about him. About the way his shadows moved around me, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long.

I didn't know what to do with these feelings, these thoughts that seemed to consume me. But I knew one thing for certain: Azriel was more than just the sum of his pain and his shadows.

And maybe, just maybe, I was more than just a mortal girl trying to find her place in a world of immortals.

Maybe we were both something more.

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@donnadiddadog

[valentineshearts]

Misunderstandings

A/N: Hi everybody! I just posted this on my AO3, and, as I was starting to before I suddenly lost all inspiration and stopped writing fics, I decided to cross post here! My AO3 is in my bio incase anyone likes what they read here and wants to see more from me that isn’t posted here on tumblr. I hope you all enjoy!!! Happy New Year everybody!!!!

Description: Crack fic I wrote in January of 2022. Jayce x Viktor x Reader except Jayce doesn’t realize he’s in a poly relationship and his partners have to break it to him that they’re all dating.

Ships: Jayce x Viktor x Reader. Mentioned Mel x everyone else included in this fic

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They were hiding something from him, he knew it.

Jayce may not have always been the MOST observant when it came to his partners, but they weren’t exactly being subtle. And if it were any other couple he would get it! People who are dating tend to like to huddle away together in corners after all, but not this couple. Even though Viktor and (Y/N) were dating, they always made the effort to include him in their activities, spend one on one time with him; they made sure that they didn’t shut him out, that their friendship, both as a group and individually, never fizzled out. But there they were now, tucked away, off to the side of the room, whispering to each other heatedly. (Y/N) was cradling a box in her arms. She shifted as he watched to rest the box on her hip, freeing her other arm to gesture as she spoke. Viktor pinched the bridge of his nose, scrunching his face. Their voices had risen slightly now; instead of just seeing their mouths move, he could hear the vaguest murmurings of their voices, though they became louder by the minute. Jayce sighed and got up from his desk, walking over to them. As he got closer, (Y/N) noticed him coming their way and clammed up, gently grabbing Viktor’s shoulder and whispering something in his ear. Viktor snapped his mouth shut, looking over at Jayce in a way that was obviously supposed to be subtle, panic evident in his eyes.

And it hurt, if he was being honest. It really fucking hurt to see his two best friends in the whole world, the two people he loved more than anything else just….obviously avoiding him.

He came to stand in front of them, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Alright, what are you guys hiding from me?”

(Y/N) shot Viktor a sharp, albeit mildly triumphant, look.

“I told you he’d notice.”

Viktor sighed, eyebrows furrowing.

“How was I to know he would notice?? The last time you cut your hair he didn’t notice for three months!! Why should I think this would be any different??”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off by the sound of Jayce clearing his throat.

“So. What have you been hiding from me.”

Viktor and (Y/N) looked at one another, questions in their eyes. They each seemed to find the answers in each other’s face though and nodded, agreeing on something Jayce couldn’t even begin to understand.

“Alright, come sit over here Jayce.”

(Y/N) walked forward, grabbing his arm and escorting him back to his desk, sitting him in the chair. She smoothed back his hair and smiled, and some of his anger melted away. She moved to the other side of his desk, Viktor coming behind her to wrap a hand around her waist.

“We meant this to be a surprise for tonight-“

She said, placing the box on his desk in front of him, Viktor continuing her train of thought,

“-Since you’re so eager to see what’s inside though, ehhh, I suppose we can show you now.”

(Y/N) stepped forward, a look of obvious excitement on both her and Viktor’s faces as she lifted up the top of the box.

“Happy Anniversary!!!”

Jayce looked up at them, bright expressions, arms wrapped around one another, a cake on the table, and got the distinct feeling that he was missing something.

“But…we founded Hextech in the spring….? It’s winter….?”

Viktor snorted, shaking his head, but (Y/N) had the same look on her face that she did whenever she figured out how to fix a bug in a new project.

“Viktor, I don’t think he knows what we’re talking about.”

Viktor really laughed at that, shoulders bouncing up and down as he looked at her, fond, but just a little condescending.

“What? Of course he does!”

Jayce desperately searched his mind, trying to think of something, ANYTHING that could warrant a Happy Anniversary and a CAKE, but he came up blank. He snapped out of it to see Viktor looking at him expectantly and he felt his face flush against his will.

“….Let me check my calendars.”

Jayce opened all of his drawers at once, grabbing stacks of binders, papers, and journals, plopping them on his desk, spilling onto the floor, praying that something in there would give him a hint.

(Y/N) walked over to Viktor, running the back of her hand down his arm until their fingers were interlaced, hoping to wipe the deeply hurt look off of his face.

“Viktor, I really think he has absolutely no idea what we’re talking about.”

Viktor turned to look at her, drinking in the comfort he gained from the familiarity of the face of one of the people he adored most in the world. She pressed a kiss to the mark just above his lips, and then another to his cheek, before gesturing for Viktor to look back at Jayce at his desk. When he did so, he saw Jayce, frantically rummaging through approximately three years worth of documents to try and find a hint. The hurt that had filled his chest was replaced with euphoric, mind numbing relief, that almost immediately gave way to immense disbelief.

“Oh my God, our boyfriend’s an idiot.” He said, smacking his hand to his face and running a hand through his hair.

Jayce froze, grip tightening on the papers he was holding, staring but no longer seeing.

“What.”

“Oh my God.”

(Y/N) was looking at Jayce with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. Viktor groaned and sat in the chair beside Jayce’s desk, holding his head in his hands.

“Wait, hold on, your — OUR — what????”

(Y/N) covered her mouth with her hands, eyes wide as her chest heaved with breathless laughter. Viktor groaned louder.

“Jayce.” Viktor mumbled, head still in his hands, “It's our anniversary. We’ve been dating for a year.”

Jayce’s mouth hung open, and he moved his gaze to (Y/N), waiting for her to tell him that THIS was the surprise. That this was just a big joke reason for him to have the cake and they weren’t actually dating. He was surprised to find his stomach dropping at the thought, but he shoved that feeling to the side, looking up at her desperately. She removed her hands from her mouth, looking at him questioningly.

“Jayce….remember that party last year. The one where you got REALLY drunk and had to sleep on our couch?”

Jayce nodded, eyes locked on her, absolutely NO idea where this story was going. Because he HAD woken up on their couch, so where his mind had immediately jumped to couldn’t be it.

(Y/N) searched his face for recognition and, when she found none, continued her story, moving to place a hand on Viktor’s shoulder, rubbing comforting circles with her thumb.

“And before you passed out you told us that you had gotten so drunk that you had realized that you had a crush on both of us? Remember that Jayce?”

Jayce shook his head so hard he thought he might give himself whiplash. (Y/N)’s mouth opened, forming an “o” as she nodded.

“Ah. That would explain it.”

“Why did you lie to us?”

Jayce turned to see Viktor, leaned over, head buried in his hands, voice muffled as the air brushed against his skin. He pressed down the urge to reach over and comfort him, giving his brain the space to come up with exactly one word:

“….What?”

Viktor sighed deeply, shoulders rising and falling in a way that just made him look even more defeated.

“We talked about it the next morning. We asked if you’d remembered. You told us you did. You lied, apparently.”

Viktor lifted up his head, eyes falling on Jayce, scrutinizing him.

“Why tell us that you remembered?”

Jayce squirmed, shrinking in on himself a little. He searched his mind back, remembering that morning, and immediately became even more uncomfortable.

“I was embarrassed,”

He mumbled, trying to avoid Viktor’s gaze.

“You both were acting like it was something important, really important; I didn’t want to disappoint either of you.”

Viktor smiled at him, soft, a little sadness underneath it.

“Jayce, you wouldn’t have disappointed us. We just would have told you what you had said, instead of apparently assuming that we were all in a relationship for the past year.”

“Which begs the question…”

Viktor and Jayce both turned to see (Y/N), an expression of pure, teasing mirth on her face.

“….How did you NOT know that we were in a relationship? I mean we’re not exactly reserved in our affection.”

Viktor’s eyes widened, the smirk on (Y/N)’s face apparently catching as his face morphed into a matching, “cat that got the cream” look.

“She’s right!”

Viktor straightened, pointing a finger at Jayce accusingly.

“Last week, to convince me to take a break, you took me to one of your favorite restaurants and I -ever the romantic- fed you food from my plate! What on earth about that didn’t clue you in that we were on a date?”

Jayce leaned forward abruptly, almost falling out of his chair.

“That was a date?! I thought we were just…really good friends. Who were secure enough in their friendship to hold hands, and kiss each other on the cheek, and feed each other food…..oh my god”

Viktor returned to burying himself in his hands as (Y/N) cackled.

“My turn now. I have literally licked chocolate off of your cheek. I have kissed you under the mistletoe. We’ve all slept in the same bed on more than one occasion. Genuinely what gives?”

Jayce, eyes vacant as he stared off into space and questioned every decision in his life up to this point, shook his head as if to wipe away this newfound revelation that was causing the puzzle pieces of his life begin to fall into place.

“Yeah but friends also do that!! It’s called sleepovers, and goofing off. Besides, in your examples, Mel was also there most of the time. Wait. What about Mel?!”

Jayce’s breathing became thin, far too quick and shallow to be healthy. Viktor lifted himself from his stupor to hand Jayce a paper bag, and (Y/N) placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing low circles as she counted breaths with him.

“Easy Jayce, easy. What about Mel?”

Jayce’s eyes darted between the two people before him, people he loved more than anything. It was beyond his wildest dreams to be lucky enough to be in a relationship with them both. And he felt like the worst person in the world.

“Mel! We have something going on between us…..I think. Have I been cheating on her with you guys?! HAVE I BEEN CHEATING ON YOU GUYS WITH HER?!”

As if summoned Mel walked into the room, her usual elegance and composure breaking slightly when she saw the cake, shooting (Y/N) and Viktor a sharp look, filled with anger and just a little hurt.

“You gave him the cake without me? We agreed that this would be a joint celebration for all of us.”

“Sorry sweetheart, he was so insistent, it was starting to hurt his feelings, but you’ll never guess-“

“-HE DIDN’T KNOW WE’RE ALL DATING-“

“MEL?! WE’RE ALL WHAT-“

[admirationandromantics]

Camping Date

So cute, so adorable, it's great! I love date ideas, whether it's a spa night, or going out. Already being an established couple takes out the awkwardness and uncertainty of it all, I think. My writing is not top notch at this time, so I have to apologise for that, but the fact that you still like stuff is absolutely marvellous. Thank you all for requests, and the fact that you read what I write. It's incredible, and I appreciate it so much!! <3

Word count: 1,8k (Unedited)

🍋‍🟩Hello skilful writer, imagine briefly mentioning in a group setting (around Josh) that you haven’t ever been camping before because your family wasn’t that type of family to go and you’d never got the opportunity and you get an invitation to the lodge during the summer just for a casual hangout thinking nothing of it. You are welcomed by Josh at the door and you’re surprised by the fact it’s so quiet and he said he just wanted to hang out with you, he covers your eyes with his hands while he leads you out to the back garden and there’s a lovely tent (not huge but enough space for sleeping bags, a fridge as well as a tv and console and you guys game and stuff, you’ve never felt so seen and he admits he has never felt what he feels with you (delusional, I know) -@b3rryb3t

“Yeah, I love mountain climbing, camping comes natural with that as well” Sam explains, taking a sip of her drink. I’m sitting on the floor, using the edge of the couch as back-support. Josh is sitting on the cushions next to me, occasionally reaching out his leg for me to give him some attention. 

“You know, setting up camp on a wall, looking out into the abyss, it’s gorgeous!” 

“Sounds a little too much like extreme sports to me” Jess chimes in. 

Everyone was sharing some types of camping stories, Josh and his family, Sam when climbing, Jess and Emily who were basically forced out because they needed family time. Mike told us about that one time he and the rest of the boys went, and we all listened with curious ears. 

“Well, Josh was the only one who really knew what to do, so while he fixed everything, we made the fire” 

“Wow, they made the fire like real men” Ashley whispers sarcastically to the other girls, and we all laugh. 

“Tell us, how much time did you use to get it going?” 

“Well…” 

Josh interrupts him with a scoff, leaning back on the couch as everyone’s eyes fall on him. 

“They didn’t manage, when I was done with setting up, they had at least used forty minutes, and weren’t even close blazing it up” 

Everyone starts laughing while Matt, Mike and Chris silently look down on the floor, not daring to say anything else. I shift my gaze upwards, leaning back against Josh’s leg. His hand comes down to stroke my hair, fingers tangling down until he reaches my neck. Thumb rubbing soft, warm circles as I lean my head back. 

“And what about you? Got any good camping stories?” 

I think back, but I can’t remember. My family never went, and usually my friends have gone on family holidays, so they couldn't exactly invite me. 

“Never gone camping before” 

“What?” Josh exclaims, a bit shocked. His fingers stop their attack, and I nudge his leg, urging him to continue. 

“Lucky” Emily says, letting Matt wrap a hand around her. 

“Why have you never gone?” Sam asks. These people really couldn’t imagine it. I keep my explanation short, urging them to keep talking about something else. 

“Never had a family like that, and most of my friends didn’t go either. Those who did went with the rest of their family” 

Everyone hums in reply, understanding the situation, and Josh finally resumes the massage. I turn my head, giving his knuckles a small kiss and smiling before turning to the others again. Sam suddenly gets a glint in her eyes, sitting a bit up and exclaiming. 

“We should go camping with the whole group sometime!” 

“No!” “Yes!” People shout out at the same time. Then everyone starts yelling at each other, explaining why or why not this would be a good idea. My hand finds its way to Josh’s leg, slithering around him and using it as a pillow while I sit beneath him. 

***

We’re walking up to the lodge, the path being much easier when there isn’t a bunch of ice and snow in the way. He invited me over for a “summer getaway”, the complete opposite of what we usually do. It’s still cold here, it’s a mountain after all, but we don’t need gloves nor huge jackets. Instead of dark pine trees and white ground, the surroundings are blooming in greens and flowers. The trees look much more lively when the sun shines down and brings their dark colours forth. 

“Okay, we’re here” Josh exclaims, stopping in front of the lodge. 

“The mountain is easier to climb in the summer” I state, looking around. I can’t get enough, the colours and atmosphere. Occasionally seeing a small animal, which normally would have frightened me, but now, feels completely natural. 

“It is, sorry to say, but you’ll not be able to see for a while” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You need to put this on” he says, holding a black piece of fabric in front of me. Usually, I would oblige at once, but considering we’re on a mountain with a bunch of wild animals. 

“Josh, I know I look good, but do you really think this is the place?” 

He laughs, rolling his eyes as he comes closer. His lips meet mine, caressing them with such tenderness, I can’t help but blush. It’s nice to know that even though we’ve been together for so long, he still makes me all giddy and flustered. As we kiss, I feel something heavy in front of my eyes, his hands making their way to the back of my head, fiddling with a knot. He tightens it, luckily not too tight, before leaning away and taking both my hands in his. 

“Okay, you need to trust me on this”

“Famous last words” I joke, and he snickers, walking backwards in front of me. He leads me away, a couple of turns and swings, occasionally having to tell me if there’s a road block. 

“You know, this is what people do when they’re about to kill someone” 

“Or take them very hard against a tree in the middle of the forest” he adds. 

“Hmm, wouldn’t be opposed to that idea” 

“Then I’ll keep it in mind” 

“Shit” I blurt out, leg walking into something which stumbles me. Josh is quick, letting me fall on him while one hand goes around my waist to hold me up. 

“Sorry, should’ve told you about that branch” 

“I hate being blind” 

“I’m kinda into it” 

“Of course you are” 

We continue a bit more, being even more careful than before. He keeps saying we’re almost there, and I can’t wait to see what he means. He explains each step, making sure that I’m prepared for everything. 

“Okay, this last one is a bit tricky, but you need to sit down” I nod, bending my knees before sitting completely down on the mossy ground. My feet are hanging down, signalling there’s a drop here. I wonder how far. He lets go of my hands, and I call out. 

“Yeah, I’m right down here, I need you to jump” 

“Josh, I can’t jump if I can’t see how far or where I’m going” 

“Yes you can, just trust me, come on” 

“Fuck” I mutter, the idea being terrifying. I take a breath, hands gripping the edge of the rock, scooching from the moss to the hard, stone edge. I jump, hands letting go and body in the air. I’m caught almost immediately, Hands going to my waist, slowly putting me down on the ground. I let out a breath of air, the thought was scarier than the fall. 

“You made me think it was much further down” 

“I didn’t say anything about the height” he laughs with a bit of a cocky attitude. I know he can’t see it but I roll my eyes. Gosh, were we almost there yet?

“Okay, we’re here” 

He moves behind me, hands on my waist, keeping me steady. I take off the fabric, the sunlight immediately blinding. A couple of seconds later, I’ve finally adjusted, and am met with a cozy tent. In the middle is a small fire, not lit yet, with a bunch of pillows and blankets all over. There’s a huge dark one between some trees, set up like a screen, with a projector set up right by it. Consoles are beside it, and a small portable ice-bag is laid next to the tent. 

I can’t even muster up words, everything being completely perfect and fixed. 

“Oh my god” 

“Do you like it?” 

“Josh I love it”

I turn to him, a loving smile on his lips as I capture them in mine. He did all of this for me. 

“Is this why you wanted to come up first?” 

“Well, had to set everything up” 

“I love you so incredibly much” 

He deepens the kiss, hand coming behind my head, pulling me closer. My arms fall around his shoulder, hugging him tightly. What a wonderful guy, I must be the luckiest girl on earth. 

“You said you’ve never been camping before, and I know having all this tech-stuff here is not quite traditional, but-”

“It’s amazing, I can’t believe you did this for me” 

I give him another small kiss, taking his hand and leading him into the area. Everything is planned out, the daylight slowly giving out already, making the projector visible. We sit down, and he opens a drink before handing it to me. The clearing is beautiful, rocky moss ground and trees. A little squirrel climbs up, curiously looking down at us. 

“How did you get the idea?” I ask, curious about his creativity. 

“Well, you told me you never had been camping before” 

My heart melts at the memory. A small thing, really, but he remembered it, and did something about it. He wanted me to have this experience, and he wanted to have it with the both of us. He walks up, turning on the projector and grabbing a couple of consoles before sitting back down beside me. 

“So, have you done this with a lot of people?” I ask teasingly, leaning against him as he takes a sip. 

“Nah, none have been that special. I’ve never quite felt before what I have with you” 

“Neither have I” 

He puts the drink down, hand going to my arm, urging me to do the same. I oblige, letting him lead me down, back pressed against the moss. His lips find mine, capturing them in a passionate manner. I open my mouth, letting my tongue roam over his lip. His hands wander over my body, groping and massaging every tender area. A small moan escapes my lips, and I feel him smile against me, slowly moving down to my exposed neck. 

I open my eyes a bit, seeing the squirrel watching intently. I almost let out a laugh from the sight, and use my fingers to nudge him in the side. 

“Josh…” “Mhmmm” he mumbles, continuously attacking my neck. He’s focused, working his mouth with magic. 

“Someone’s watching us” 

“What?” 

He stops immediately, looking around worriedly. I laugh, pointing up at the animal. He looks in the direction, a foul expression on his face as he notices. 

“Damn that thing” 

“You know, you have made so much ready here, let’s play a couple of games before spending the night in the tent” I tease, sitting up and taking another sip of my drink. 

“I promise you, no one sleeps well when camping” 

“Then it’s good we’re not planning on sleeping”

[redwinewhiteroses]

Wintertime Mystery Messages

Intuitive & Oracle messages meant to find you

This reading is a wonderful and exciting collab with @marsprincess889

Her messages are intuitive and mine are a combination of oracle card messages and intuition. You should definitely check out her reading for more clarity and guidance. I'm excited to share what we've been working on together.

I hope yall find this useful 🤍

As always choose the image that calls to you the most. Feedback is highly appreciated. Please let us know your thoughts about this 🤍

Group 1

@marsprincess889 asked me to say this here: she thinks you guys need a lot of gentleness and care, that you're tired on a soul level. She definitely resonated to this group and picked up on the energies effortlessly, and overall, you should check out what she has to say too.

I'm getting the message to not take things personally. If you felt like you didn't have clarity in a close relationship, and you didn't feel like you understand this person or you think they didn't try to understand you, there's a message here to look at this relationship from a different perspective. See the bird's eye view here because both parties have a perspective of their own and they see, act and behave in the way that is personal to them and it has nothing got to do with you. I sense a bit of misunderstanding or confusion and even a clash of opinions.

There's also this message that you might not be seeing things as they actually are. Your perspective of this situation is more than likely influenced by your projection and thoughts. Might not be the case with everyone who is reading this.

This could be about a relationship, life situation or just your thoughts in general. You might be missing out on certain things since you are only considering your feelings and perspective, you don't try to give a chance to others to share their perspective with you. However if you try to see things in a different way, and maybe not be so stubborn times, and maybe loosen a bit you might explore and find something beautiful and precious.

And for some of you, there can be hurt feelings over something someone said that you felt like completely invalidated your feelings and made you feel unheard or unappreciated. This could be the case, but it is also likely they meant one thing but you took it personally and you didn't really see their point of view. Their words might have affected you but the message here is to react slowly and to develop an understanding of the situation and ultimately find peace through a better perspective. You have the power to see the light from shifting your focus a little.

Also this could be about observing your surrounding and to see things in a new light. You are asked to be curious and to explore be it people's varied ideas, opinions, culture, habits, traits or interactions. To constantly see things in a different way intently, if your current perspective is only spiralling you down negativity or unhelpful behaviour. It's good to be open to new ways.

Also I think all this exploring to do and trying to see things in different light is to help you find authenticity in yourself. There's this feeling that you might have been carried away by people's opinions about you. And somewhere along the way you let people's perception get in the way and let it change your truth. It's like you started believing what they said you were to be true, for better or for worse. And now you are asked to see things from afar and understand who you really are and who they think you are and differentiate between them. Loosing yourself over people's words comes to mind.

There's this gentle message and I think there's a lot of love and acceptance here and it's asking you to be comfortable in your own skin. To find a place where you fit and to be truly comfortable there. To find a sense of belonging within you. Let your voice be the kindest you hear everyday. Know who you really are and to find peace within yourself. You are safe here and you are protected and you are seeing things just the way they are and you are not being influenced by someone else's opinion of you.

All in all, the message here is to be so rooted in yourself and your authenticity and to see things clearly in your own way and not to be influenced by others but also to not be rigid or prideful in doing things your way. Do not disregard other’s perspective but be open and at the same time stay true to yourself.

I also think you are feeling at home and in a way approaching a period of radical acceptance of yourself, finding the true 'you' and being yourself unapologetically.

Other confirmation messages/keywords : shifting, home, love and fights, acceptance and belonging, healing journey, coming back home, kaleidoscope, glasses, telescope, easter eggs, little prince, fox spirit, fox eyes, moon, illusion, you are not who you are, starry sky, amulet/pendant, shells/conches, 'Up' movie, lavender, purple flowers, on cloud nine, light shining on things, higher up, finally free, looking at the sky together, comets, counting stars, Astronomy, boy scout/girl scout, one red rose, breakfast at home, childhood best friend, friendships, holding hands, waiting for someone, yearning for the place called home

Channelled song : Astronomy by Conan Gray

More messages :

Do not get lost in others' words

Seeing through the eyes of your soul

Different people, different ways they see and act

Internalising pain and agony for no reason

Hate comments but pay no heed

Shifting perspective

Seeing things clearly

Home is where I find peace, let that home be me

Good fortune is coming my way

Making peace with the past

Check out her reading here. She believes that she resonates so much with this group in a highly personal way. So her intuitive messages will bring you clarity and might be of great use to you.

Group 2

I felt like I resonated closely with this group than the others just like @marsprincess889 did with group 1. Although I had a easier time getting intuitive messages for this group, her intuitive messages are highly useful as well. So make sure to read what she has to say 🤍

I feel loneliness from this group as if you were let down by someone. There's a yearning for comfort and looking for it everywhere you can possibly think of.

This is a specific message for a few of you. Unrequited love or feeling abandoned due to feelings not being reciprocated. It's also as if your life is not going the way you'd like because this person/someone is not around. You feel like your plans are destroyed because of their absence. Trying to get to someone or someplace is also coming through strongly. Feeling like a fool because of someone. Idk most of the messages revolve around the absence of someone. Long distance relationship or significant physical distance for some reason is also possible. Being stationed abroad and following someone wherever they go.

Late twenties and early thirties seem to be prominent ages for this group.

There's this energy of being too serious as if you know you could loosen up a bit but no, you are intentionally holding back happiness. Mostly because you feel like you are helpless. It feels like you are self-sabotaging your own happiness and fulfillment. And by doing that you feel like happiness is something that could never belong to you, but honestly it's so far from the truth.

And it also looks like you are questioning something or everything to try to find an answer and you feel like you can't see or understand why something is happening the way it is.

Whatever this situation might be, it's demanding a lot of energy and slowly draining your happiness.

There's this message to not take yourself or any situation right now too seriously. Have fun and be playful and you'll see things aligning perfectly for you once you let go of control a bit and embrace hope that it will all work out for the better.

We don't always know the 'why' behind things. Why are we like this? Why do we do what we do? Why does it happen that way? All these questions might seem necessary and knowing the answers to them might be comforting but let me tell you, the answers do not define us. If all this questioning and interrogating yourself is only leading you to be unhappy, it's not worth it. What you are trying to find is important but your 'self', your happiness and your peace is way more important. I see you being way too focussed on yourself in an almost unhealthy self-conscious way. It feels like you are stuck in your own bubble all the time and you are actually restricting yourself due to this.

The message here is to let happiness into your life....once again. Cultivate self-love and wonder and make your mind, body and soul a sacred place where you feel loved and accepted.

If you are feeling stuck, you should always go to someone you trust for advice. That might help a lot. Someone might be able to help with your circumstances, someone might have the answer you are looking for. Don't think too hard or stress yourself, take a step back, try to cheer up and ask for help when you feel comfortable doing that.

There's a lot of happiness and abundance waiting for you and it will arrive at a time you least expect it. All that you are is a treasure🤍 and you should see that. There's so much value you bring in to the world. Positive thinking is what you need right now, it might be the key. Being abundantly positive will set you free from the burdens you carry and help you discover more and more good things to cherish.

Other confirmation messages/keywords : overthinking, low self-esteem, anti-hero, my worst enemy, peace, parent, financial security, Masters and PhD, exotic, ethnic, roots, an important festival/celebration, opportunities going down, question marks, that one episode from ATLA with the lion turtle, wisdom(ancient wisdom), discovering something, hermit, guiding the way for others, one's suffering and mental agony, reading books, lost at sea, star gazing, deeply loyal, tiny person, birthday month, amulet, family ties/bonds, capricorn, addictions, blocked vision

Channelled songs :

Talking to the moon by Bruno Mars

Willow by Taylor Swift

Under your scars by Godsmack

More messages :

Locked heart

New sun is rising

Too much self-awareness is a bad thing

Keep stuff locked away

I could do better than what I'm already doing

Reach full potential of something

Finding my way

Wish you were here

Endless questions/Hyperactive logical mind?

You are my happiness, my salvation

Battling something

Hyper focussed on something

Take my heart, don't break it

Check out her reading here. Her messages are highly intuitive and will bring more clarity to you.

Group 3

There is a message of nourishment, desiring nourishment and also a message of delving deep into your authenticity. You are approaching a period of time where you can experience profound nourishment that comes from within; from your core; from your most authentic self. You are a magnet for abundance and love and this nourishment will find you through tangible things and through more subtle ways from the people you love.

This is going to be a season where you are going to be in connection. Connection of all sorts. A lot of nourishment really, a sense of belonging and feeling safe, comfortable and being treasured by loved ones. I'm gonna quote from the guidebook "Sweet moments of understanding and love among friends and family are all here for you to savor now". Simply put, you are given the gift of connection that will nurture your mind, body and soul in a powerful way.

And there's this reminder to mindfully remain in the present moment and to be grateful when surrounded by this beautiful love. There might be a tendency for you to work hard/workaholic tendencies or to worry too much of how your plans will go, but what you should really be doing is to be present and to let things flow. There's a lot of blessings in the here and now and you will notice them if you look around.

There is a reminder that there is only one authentic 'you'. You are irreplaceable and when you are in alignment with your truth, you will find direction that leads you to prosperity and purpose. You are following your path to fulfillment and it's important to be in the present moment. And with every choice you make right now, you have the potential to embrace your destiny and in return to experience the taste of all the good things that's meant for you, and you only.

There's a heavy emphasis on your potential to create miracles in your life right now. It's almost as if you are at a transitory period in your life where there is extreme potential for you to lead your life successfully. You might be working on something that means a lot to you.

Everything is being taken care of and there's this gentle reminder to not worry about the past or the future, because this moment right now is precious.

Also I think you've been working on something really important, and you might be feeling some anxiety and tension over that. If so, there's this reassurance to just breathe and let nature take its course. Your hard work will definitely be rewarded.

Be present, be mindful, hold your truth close to your heart and be open to being nurtured and know that you are loved.

And for some of you, if you think you won't be accepted by someone or your love will be wasted and you won't find the comfort you are looking for, mainly due to your past, please don't worry. The people you care about return your sentiment. They love you and care for you deeply.

Other confirmation messages/keywords : easter, rainbows, sky, starry night, Vincent Van Gogh, elephant, chasing sunsets, girl child, angels, wings, ballet, rowdy, rain in the desert, looking out the window, miracles, green & blue, maybe, daisies, butterflies, feeling at peace, masquerade ball, prom, let me fly, humpty dumpty and puss in boots, roadblocks, picnics, basking in the sunlight/moonlight, lover lover?, Icarus, unlimited potential, family, love and care, ace of cups, grandparents' house, archangels, angel figurines, silver hair Targaryen lol, Jack frost

Channelled song : Reflections by The Neighbourhood

More messages :

Seeking love and acceptance from loved ones

High dreams and manifestation

We are family

Putting in the work

Could have, should have

Overflowing love

Peace be with you

Dry barren lands being green again/Creative powers

Everything is going to be alright

In the bleak midwinter

Nourishment of the soul

That's all I have for you. I hope you check out her reading here for more intuitive messages.

Group 4

I got tarot cards+oracle cards for you(Don't tell the other groups!) Mainly because the messages changed a lot and I was confused as to what was right.

I think this group is very dynamic and fast moving. As if you don't stay still for too long, you just change all the time and don't take roots anywhere. Or you are completely averse to change. There's no in between, either holding too much or all over the place, moving to the next thing and the next. Not bound to any place or an idea. Constantly shifting as if you are in a rush to be somewhere else. I get heavy air or water energy. Even fire. A lot of fire lol. Aries, Leo, Sagittarius and Cancer is prominent. And taurus, Virgo, Capricorn and even Gemini.

You could be influenced by others and the outside world too.

There's also feminine energy here, very adaptable and nurturing, going with the flow of things, very receptive to change and allowing things to happen. Maybe you are asked to be that if you are the total opposite of what I'm describing here. There is also control issues here as if you flow so freely with the intention of holding onto something. Shifting fast just to have better odds at possessing control.

There's two different messages I'm getting. One involving yourself and another about a romantic relationship.

A significant soulmate connection with a friend or romantic partner or even a pet is bringing a lot of transformation in your life. You are evolving in their company and changing in ways that you didn't think was possible. They are helping your character development so to say. You might feel a strong pull towards their energy, for most of you it's yin energy. They might influence you to be more in tune with your feminine nature or you are dealing with a female who impacts you in a significant way. There's both yin and yang energy here. Something about duality and the blending of energies. Also a soul union, a partnership between compatible energies is present. Take what resonates.

You are being asked to let go of control and to be receptive to change and await what is coming to you. Consciously allow things to flow gracefully and be rooted in the faith that everything will unfold in the perfect way. Do not fret or fear and don't try to control. This could be about a relationship, you are trying to control because of fear or worry of what will be of it ultimately. I think you like predictability and having a solid ground underneath you at all times.

It's like you are holding on to something that feels safe, but also feel this need to let go and not cling onto it, as you know deep down it will bring you much more personal power.

You think letting go will bring you pain especially if you've been hurt in the past, so you are holding on even if it's physically or emotionally challenging because this is what you are used to. But it's far from the truth. You have a lot of power and strength, if you were to let go, you will definitely evolve to be a stronger version of yourself and no, you will certainly not lose yourself. Whatever this is about, you are approaching significant personal growth and character development. Finding your true power beyond just having control. It is understanding that power is more than just control but it is about allowing things to just be. Knowing your will be fine either way. Give up your tight grasp and breathe deeply.

TW : SA mentioned (Please skip this portion if you feel like doing so)

Other confirmation messages/keywords : clenching fists, possessive, sexual trauma, penguins, cold, feeling numb, freezing, hold me, need a hug, warm blanket, pink veil, a chalice or a bowl, seeing your face in the mirror or water, bleak, smoking, run a bath with rose petals, a prince being a king, a king being an emperor, city, suburbs, giving up control but not yet, fifty shades movies duh, feet on the ground, battled and bruised, torture, deep seated past issues, liberation, finding direction, movement and progress, serendipity, dominant male, control issues, divine masculine, divine feminine, parenting struggles, prayer, asking for strength from the divine, wanting to have more control, tired, energy draining situation, Mark my words??, blessing and a curse, forbidden love

Channelled songs :

Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Rey

Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

Serendipity by Park Jimin (lyrics might be very significant)

** Lyrics of all three songs might be highly personal to you in some way or the other **

More messages :

Love so powerful that you will never be the same

Break you open so you can be who you were always meant to be

I have/should have the world in my hands

Be the 'shaped' and not the 'shaper'

Being balanced on all four? / Stability

Fear of getting hurt

Till death do us part

Alchemise energy/earth to fire

Letting go

Flow like a river

Trying to change the ending

Finding something better once you let go

A test of faith

With love comes pain

Preparing for the worst case scenario

What will be?

Tap in to your strength, see a glimpse of it

Healing is needed

Past wounds preventing growth and holding you back from your full potential

"Now it's like snow at the beach, Weird but fuckin' beautiful"

Hope this reading resonated with you and definitely check out her reading for more intuitive messages.

Dividers by : @finnegancosmos @enchanthings-a @anitalenia @enchanthings

Images from Pinterest. Credit goes to the rightful owners.

[valley-of-headcanons]

Heya! Just read through all of your headcannons and I gotta say, I LOVE THEM <3

So I was wondering if you're able to write how the bachelors would react to the Farmer boasting how talented/beautiful/strong/kind their husbands are?

Thank you :D

bachelors reacting to lovingly boastful!farmer || headcanons

all of these boys are so grateful to have someone as loving as you <3

warnings: nothing really, just some cute fluff :)

requested by: anon! hiyaaa, tysm for the request! i appreciate the compliment, and i really hope you enjoy this one!! <33 this is a really cutsie request, and i'm sorry it's on the shorter side! :)

alex

• Alex was head over heels in love with you, and he cannot believe he has someone as amazing as you in his life! You're the apple of his eye, and he can't believe you think so highly of him! When you're openly loving to him, talking super well about him, and overall being super proud of being his partner? Well, it certainly gives him an ego boost! He tries to have a manly persona, but underneath it all, he doesn't have much self confidence. However, you're building it, day by day!

• “You really think I'm all that stuff? ... well, if you think so, I must be really cool to be around! I appreciate everything you say, I don't hear it that often ... I hate to admit it, but I talk down to myself a lot. It makes me really happy to hear that you are so open with your love for me. I'm glad I'm good enough for you that you're proud to show me off!”

elliott

• You're Elliott's muse, and he never fails to come up with something he loves about you. He talks about you all the time to anyone that will listen, and when you do the same to him as well? Oh, he just melts! The idea that someone could love him just as much as he loves them, and show it off to everyone he knows? He's starstruck. He is hopelessly devoted to you.

• “My dear, you were talking me up an awful lot today, and I just want to let you know ... it warms my heart when you speak of me this way. The words that spill from your lips ignite my heart in ways that you might not understand. I love you so much, my dear, and I appreciate you more than you'll ever know.”

harvey

• Harvey is definitely more of a shy partner. He is quite reserved, and doesn't often express PDA. But, when he hears how well you speak of him, and how open you are ... the love shows in his expressions. His deeply flushed face, his slightly widened eyes. He often puts a hand on his cheek, and gentle smile creeping it's way onto his lips as he looks away. He's certainly bashful, but he won't protest.

• “Goodness, love, you definitely know how to fluster me in front of a group of people ... no, no, I'm not complaining! I ... enjoyed it a lot, actually ... you see aspects of myself that I don't even see, and you're so unashamed about it. I love you. I should say it more often, and maybe in front of people. I might be able to fluster you in front of others, for a change?”

sam

• Sam is an incredibly loving partner, and super big on PDA! He loves showering you with love and affection and front of others, and hearing you talk him up? Oh, he's going to one up you! He's not going down without a fight. Why would you ever think that you could beat him in a compliment fight?

• “Hey, you started it! Baaaaabe, just accept the compliment! ... I definitely accepted your compliments, I don't know what you're talking about! I just had many more compliments for you! ... hey, don't pout at me! You're just mad I won! Hah!”

sebastian

• Sebastian is certainly on the shy side. He's not too big on verbal PDA, but sometimes he'll rest a gentle hand on your back or give you a soft peck. But you're so ... outspoken about your love for him. He didn't expect to find someone who's so loving and appreciative. His face would flush a deep red, and his palms would get clammy.

• “... I wasn't expecting all of that today ... no, no, not in a bad way! ... I enjoyed it ... I'm just not used to it. I really don't mind ... it's just something I never thought would happen to me. It's a great problem to have ... I'll get used to it. Keep doing it, I ... I really love it.”

shane

• Shane has definitely made a good bit of progress opening up toward the town, thanks to you. However, he's still a bit standoffish. He's not too vulnerable with everyone, but ... when you're complimenting him, he can't help but smile and blush a little bit. It's really sweet, and the town really didn't expect him to be such a softie!

• “You didn't have to do all that, I know you love me ... you really wanna talk about it all the time? Well, uh, ... thanks. I really do appreciate that. Just ... don't mind my reaction, alright? I'm just not used to this stuff! ... I do love you though, and I'm glad you're breaking me out of my shell. Thank you, hon.”

[nikoniclove]

hello! i haven't read all of the ace in the hole fics yet, so i don't know if this idea works with the ages you have in mind for the characters, but i know emily (and jj) are a lot older than ace and paget went grey pretty young irl so it might work

could you do a chapter where somebody mistakes emily for being henry's grandma (a young grandma, to be fair) instead of his mom and showing her dealing with the insecurities of being an older parent and worrying that she won't be able to be as present as she wants to be in henry's life when she gets older? or feel free to completely ignore this request if it doesn't work with the character's ages lmao. thank you!

Ao3 won’t load, so for now, this one will live here. It will eventually get copied over to as a new one-shot in an existing story once the gods accept my fluff offering.

Mislabeled

AN: set after Therapy Has Paws, also includes a brief (very brief) look at Ace pregnant with #2

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Emily hustles Henry inside for summer camp, a week of Lego Robotics while school is out. “Excited,” she asks with a smile as he skips merrily to the intake desk.

“I’m building dancing ducks today!”

“Maybe when I pick you up, you can show me your progress! I bet it will be super cool, bud.”

The woman at the desk can’t be out of college. She asks for Henry’s name twice. “Can I build Legos now,” he grumbles when it takes her longer than he thinks it should.

“Sorry, we don’t have grandparents on file. Can you tell me your name so I can register the adult who is dropping him off?”

“She’s not a grandma. She’s an imma,” Henry explains with growing annoyance that he’s still not surrounded by Legos. When the woman looks confused, Henry elaborates again. “Imma is like Mama or Mommy but in Arabic and Hebrew.”

“Right. Sorry,” the woman says sheepishly.

“I’m already on file. Emily Prentiss.”

“Right, yeah, I’ve got you checked in, Henry. You know where to go?” He rolls his eyes because obviously he knows where to go.

“Hey, come here,” Emily prompts, crouching to his level. He immediately reaches for her hair, twisting the shoulder-length, silvery locks between little fingers. It’s always been a soothing tactile sensation for him, given that all three of his grown ups have longer hair. “We can choose to be kind,” she reminds him in French. “Remember not everyone is familiar with how our family works, and that’s okay. It only has to make sense to us.”

“Okay, can I go now?” Emily nods, whispering her love as he clamors off towards the hallway. “Bye, Imma! Wait, wait!” He races back, wrapping his pinkie around hers. She kisses their joined fingers three times in rapid succession. “Okay, now bye!”

Emily watches long enough to make sure he gets to the correct door and then heads back to her car, ignoring the jab at her age. Or at least trying to.

All day long, she is shorter with people than she’d like to be. JJ calls her out on it mid-afternoon, and Emily is annoyed that she is letting such an insignificant comment from a young stranger affect her this much. “It’s nothing,” Emily insists. “Get back to work.” JJ scoffs humorously because they both know that phrase will not have the intended effect. “Jennifer.”

“It’s obviously something.”

Emily sighs, pressing her fingertips into her eyes. “It’s stupid. The lady at drop off thought I was Henry’s grandmother, and he corrected her with about as much attitude as your previous response in case we needed more evidence that he’s your son through and through.”

“I’m sorry that it hurt your feelings,” JJ sympathizes, ignoring the attempted deflection about Henry’s sass. “People should really get used to the silver vixen look being for any age, especially when you rock it so well.” Emily grumbles, and JJ realizes she’s not ready to hear physical compliments yet. “What’d you tell Henry?”

“The line about people not needing to understand our family and that we can choose to be kind.”

“Seems like you handled it well then, which is no surprise because you’re a great mother.” Emily hums a noncommittal sound. “I’m sorry it’s thrown you off balance today. We can help you level out later tonight,” JJ offers. “What else can I do, Em?” As expected, Emily brushes it off, and when she sends JJ back to her desk, the blonde actually listens.

When Emily arrives at pick up, she grumbles to realize how grateful she is that the incorrect stranger isn’t behind the desk. “I’m here for Henry Prentiss. I’m his mom. He should be in C1.” Another college student disappears to find him, returning with the child.

“Imma!” Emily easily swings him onto her hip, despite his lanky legs. He’s her boy after all. She scribbles out her signature and shows her ID to confirm her identity. As she gets Henry into his car seat, he yammers a mile a minute about all the things he built. “Me and Duncan are working on a pirate ship!”

“Duncan and I,” she corrects with a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re not building the Legos! I am! You gotta go work, and I get to play with Legos.”

“You’re spot on there, kiddo. Ready to get home to moms?”

“Can we get ice cream, Imma?” He flutters his eyelashes at her, and she chuckles, declining easily. “Please! I won’t tell!”

“Of course you would,” Emily laughs. “It’s the first thing you’d do. You’d run in, all hyped up on sugar, and giggle while you tell Mama our secret.” He shrugs with a toothy grin and emphasizes the please. “Pretty please is not going to help you now, but I do know we have ice cream in the freezer, so maybe have dinner we can have some.”

“Hmm.” Henry decides it’s a worthy compromise. “What’s Mama making?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Hen, but I’m sure it’ll be tasty.”

Henry is quiet in the backseat with the exception of his legs swinging in the open space. “Imma?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Why did the lady think you were my grandma? Does she know Mimi or Mémé?”

Emily’s knuckles whiten, as she tightens her hands around the steering wheel. “No. She doesn’t. She saw my gray hair and assumed I was someone else to you.” Henry’s little head tips to the side as he tries to understand. “She decided I looked a certain way, and to her, that meant I must be your grandparent instead of your parent.”

“Just cause your hair is silver? That’s what Mama and Mommy call it. It’s silver.” Emily’s chuckle is strained. For some reason this conversation aches. “A lot of superheroes have silver hair, and Mama says you’re like a superhero but you get the bad guys in real life.”

“Oh yeah?” Emily glances in the rearview mirror at her son, who looks out the window listing off characters left and right. Everyone from Storm to Quicksilver, Rogue to Black Cat. “What do you think of my silver hair?”

“It’s pretty, and it’s soft,” Henry answers seriously. “And superheroes have silver hair, and that’s cool,” he rambles. “Would you fly?”

“If I could have a superpower,” she clarifies. “Hmm. Good question. I’d like to teleport or make multiple copies of myself, so I could be home with you more. Would you fly?”

“I’d be like a basilisk lizard!”

“Okay,” Emily chuckles at his adorable boyish enthusiasm. “What superpower would that be?”

“In the Wild Kratts book, they have these webbed big feet, so they run really fast on water, and Mommy showed me a video and they’re really silly. I wanna run so so fast that I can run on water.”

“Hmm, that’s cool. I didn’t know that. If you want to be super fast, it seems like we should watch The Incredibles. It’s a kids’ movie about a family of superheroes, and they all have different powers. The little boy has super speed.”

“Cool! Can we watch it tonight?”

“Let’s check in with Mama and Mommy, and then we’ll decide. If not tonight, maybe for Family Movie Night this weekend,” Emily offers. Henry decides that’s amenable, and the rest of the drive is filled with song singing.

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Once the garage door opens, Henry takes off at full speed, bursting through the house. “Dude! Shoes,��� Ace calls. “Also, hi?”

“Hi Mama,” Henry replies, toeing off his shoes and kicking them in the general direction of the hall.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“Backyard. C’mon, Goose!” The pup near your feet perks an ear up at his name. You nudge him, giving him the command to follow Henry. The rescue service dog trots in that direction. “Imma said ice cream for dinner!”

“Imma said no such thing,” Emily denies emphatically. “Stop getting me in trouble,” she playfully calls out to Henry. “I get in enough of that on my own, bud.” She leans her hip against the counter, her gaze heavy. “Hi, my love. How was your day?”

“Nothing unusual. Jen told me some dick weasel got in your head.”

“That’s certainly a phrase,” Emily chuckles, her hair shifting like a curtain around her shoulders. “Actually Henry fixed it.” You arch your eyebrows. “A lot of superheroes have silver hair, and I was told specifically that it’s silver and not gray. He said you tell him I’m a superhero, so to him it makes sense. Plus he thinks it’s soft and pretty.”

“It is soft, and it is pretty,” you confirm, your hand warm on her cheek. “You seem more settled than JJ described.”

“I snapped at a few people in the office.” Your expression says you know she’s underestimating. “Fine.” As she acquiesces, Emily wraps you in a hug from behind, her chin on your shoulder to nuzzle your neck and her hands interlaced under your pregnant belly. “I snapped at a significant number of people today, but the drive home with Hen was good. It helped. Hearing you say the phrase ‘dick weasel’ also helped, and this smells like coq au vin. Are you going to be able to eat that, love?”

You shrug, leaning back into her stability and comfort. “I’ll do my best. Little Bit could use to eat something that isn’t a bland carb.”

“I don’t think Little Bit gives a shit,” Emily teases. “I can make you some plain pasta when your plan inevitably leads to nausea. Where are the kicks today?” You take her hand, sliding along the underside of your belly to the spot where growing little feet bump you from the inside out.

“They’re calmer now though that I’m up moving. Heaven forbid I sit down for a few minutes, then Little Bit decides to throw a rave in Mama’s belly, huh?”

“Definitely JJ’s kid then,” Emily snarks. “Neither of us are the dance party type people.”

“I don’t know you’ve been known to dance around if the right people ask.”

“Don’t make me tickle you,” she threatens. “I’ll wash my hands and take over. You sit. I can make you some tea.”

With one hand at your lower back, Emily guides you to one of the bar stools. You watch the way her blouse ripples and flutters perfectly around her chest and stomach as she pulls her silvery locks into a low ponytail. She rolls her sleeves, puts the kettle on, and then turns to look at you. “Okay, where were you? Walk me through it.”

“You’re beautiful,” you say instead. Nothing else, nothing verbose or elaborate. Emily glances down at her outfit, briefly trying to understand what you’re seeing after her day fraught with insecurity. Her lips curve in a genuine smile at the simple compliment. You can see it relax her body a bit.

“Coq au vin,” Emily prompts again through her smile.

For whatever JJ was worried about, Emily is at baseline, and your home feels like it’s filled with the warm, stable tenderness you adore.

[verycoolusername1]

for a Jamie Drysdale fic could you write about how he has a plus size girlfriend and some people make fun of her but Jamie has her back and she soon enough sticks up for herself and tell them something like “you’re mad i have a hottie like Jamie and you don’t” type thing….. sorry if this doesn’t make sense. if it doesn’t just take what you understand and make and great fic of it!

So Hot

Summary: In which 'fans' have a lot to say about your and Jamie's relationship and you had enough.

Jamie Drysdale x plus size!reader

Warning: Cursing and reader is a bad bitch I'm afraid!

A/N: This was actually so fun to write. lol much better than that essay I have to write... also sorry if you like olives, you don't like them in this

You scrolled through the comments of Jamie's new post mindlessly. It was only a simple post. People in the comments say he could do so much better than you or something about your weight, which was already a hard topic for you.

But what really pissed you off was someone saying something bad about Jamie, a horrible assumption about your relationship, and bought up his injury that he recently recovered from.

Jamie came through the door as if being summoned, groceries in his hands.

"Babe, I'm back!" He called out to you.

You turned off your phone and threw it across the couch, not wanting to deal with it right now.

You made your way to the kitchen where you were greeted by Jamie, a shy smile on his face.

"Oh god Jamie what did you do?" You looked at him.

Jamie's face flushed. "I didn't do anything."

"Then what's with the suspicious face, handsome?" You asked.

Jamie loved it when you called him that more than you would like to admit.

"I- okay." He reached in the bag and got out a teddy bear wearing a flyers jersey. "I couldn't help it, looked so cute. Reminds me of someone I know."

You took the teddy bear from him and looked at it. "Yeah, I guess I can see the resemblance between you two."

Jamie chuckled as he touched your waist and moved you closer. "I was talking about you."

"I know, baby." You grinned.

Jamie pecked your lips softly. As he kissed you, you couldn't help but wonder about the comments on his post and if he had seen it.

Jamie being the amazing boyfriend he is, senses your unease. "What's wrong?"

You shrugged. "Nothing... just thinking."

Jamie put his hands on his hips as he looked at you sternly. "About?"

You sighed, giving in to Jamie's puppy eyes. "I read comments under your latest post."

"Were they bad? Do you need me to say something about it? You know I don't like it when people say things about us." Jamie began to ramble.

You kissed Jamie's cheek softly. "It's fine babe, I'll handle it."

Jamie looked at you. "Okay... if you say so. Now, I was thinking of trying out this new recipe... I know you don't like olives so I replaced those with cucumbers."

You nodded along to what Jamie was saying, his eyes somehow brightens brighter as he does so.

Together, the two of you began to prep for dinner. After that was done, you decided to cuddle on the couch.

Jamie laid proudly on top of you, trapping you between him and the couch. Watching some episode of The Office that you weren't paying attention to, your sole focus being on Jamie.

You sneakily took a photo of him on your phone, your heart warming at the sight when an idea popped in your head... you should post this on instagram.

You was set with the idea that you didn't notice Jamie has set his attention to you, craning his neck as he did so.

"What are you up to baby?" Jamie asked.

You grinned down at him. "Nothing." He gave you a look. "Okay fine... I took a photo of you and I was gonna post it on my story to show you off."

Jamie stifled a laugh as he listened to you. "Show me off?"

You nodded. "Yes, show you off! You're just a little human sized teddy bear, everyone has to know."

"I'm glad you think I'm cute but what photo are you posting?" Jamie asked.

"Just of us cuddling, I like just took it." You smiled shyly.

Jamie hummed. "Yeah, post it. I feel nice right here."

You chuckled. "I know you do."

You went on your way to post the photo on your story with the caption. "Living my best life with my lover boy <3"

You smiled, seeming satisfied with the post. You ran your fingers through Jamie's hair, the love you two share grows only stronger tonight.

[crabboytahomaru]

Hirano-san my aspec KING

^first pic is his response to ‘have you kissed anyone?’

Hirano is a character that I cherish and identify with as an aroace person due to how aspec-coded he is and his experiences that I can relate to. I grew up thinking I was the normal one for not wanting to date anyone and I thought everyone else around me was weird for that. And that’s not exactly what Hirano is going through here, but the feelings of realising what you feel (aka, lack of a certain kind of attraction) aren’t normal, and how isolating it can feel. His question of ‘what the hell is normal?’ was so validating to see, because honestly I’ve been told a lot that I don’t act ‘normal’ due to my lack of sexuality, and having to slowly learn that you define for yourself what is normal and that no one should dictate what you should and shouldn’t feel.

Hirano is starting to think of Kagiura in a different light, thinking at the end of the chapter about ever kissing him, but that doesn’t take away from his aspec identity, and I feel like his growth and realisation about how he feels about Kagiura are handled very well and feels like a real aspec person trying to come to terms with attraction when it’s something that always seemed wholly separate from them.

Hirano is a character with resonates with me a lot, and I don’t actively read aspec media for personal reasons, but reading about an aspec character falling in love without their sexuality (or lack thereof) being something ignored, and their lack of understanding of romance being portrayed in such a relatable way (as well as the casual probing from friends about ‘damn, you really don’t want to do xx?’)

There’s just something about Hirano and how he slowly tries to understand Kagiura and what romantic intentions are and how what he thinks are normal friend things are considered romantic to Kagiura and how frustrating it can feel to not understand why something is dictated by the action and not the meaning behind it (e.g. giving someone chocolate on valentines. the action itself is seen as romantic, but the meaning of the giver can make that just a platonic gift. Kagiura got upset about the romantic undertones of Hirano’s ex-roommate giving him chocolate whilst Hirano only saw the platonic intent)

I just rambled but moral of the story is that Hirano is aspec to me and is wonderful representation that feels very cathartic to read.

[shrimptiger]

Alright, normally I don't talk about drama but at this point, I'm pretty tired of it, so I'll just get this off my mind, because it's not like I'll change anything, but YALL ARE BEING SO FUCKING WEIRD WITH THIS LANDO AND MAGUI BULLSHIT.

I've never looked into it, but I'm just trying to scroll on tiktok or instagram and every few weeks I just get like 10 posts like "oh, Lando is in *place*, guess who else is there?", or I'll get a random clip of Lando in public that seems perfectly normal, oppen the comments, and everyone is saying that he's carrying her phone or something.

I can not understand why people care so much, it's not confirmed weather they are dating or not, it's literally just fans making speculations that have gone so far there are literal people who think they are in a public relationship because of so many people posting them and saying that they are 100% dating. If you want to speculate, do whatever you want, I can't stop you, but please just stop spreading misinformation.

I don't know what they are doing, and I don't care, I'm just minding my own business and you should too, whatever they're doing just let them live their lives and be happy for them or fucking explode with jealousy or whatever the fuck quietly, because I'm sick of my recommended/home/for you pages just being flodded with this bullshit.

If you want to know what I think about them, tho: from what I've seen it seems like he doesn't even interact with her but she just keeps trying to chase after him, I saw on tiktok a few months ago that she posted a picture of her infront of his apparent building or something and dating or not, I think that's freakish behaviour, and I really think she should delete that if she hasn't already, atleast for his privacy if not her decency because that is making her look like a hella obsessed fangirl. Obviously, I didn't randomly start thinking and ranting about this, so I'll tell you that what made me do this if a reel that popped up in my instagram feed from a f1 gossip accont of them being spotted togeder at a new years party in Dubai. That clip is gross to me, because you can see him ducking away from the camera and it was even mentioned in the caption, and people in the comments were laughing because "oh, he's so ashamed to be with her" or that they were holding hands (to me, that just looks like he was holding her shoulder, some people also said that she grabbed his hand when he pulled it back but I didn't see that)

Honestly, whatever, if they're dting, good for them, if not, also good for them, people alredy ruined Landos last realtionship so I completely understand him wanting to keep this secret if they are, even tho she keep hinting at it, but maybe she's just an obsessed friend, who the fuck knows?

I also won't post that clip, because I can't download it and sharing the link could show my account, so I just won't do that, which is probably for the better, we should just respect his privacy, because none of us would like being recorded 24/7 and posted online, even if that is part of his job, just let him live his life off the track.

This might be full of typos, I literally can not be bothered to read through this and check so whatever, feel free to rant about this in my comments, reblogs, or my ask box, just don't go in my dms, I'm here to speak my mind, not argue.

[damnfeelings09]

Gorgeous - Shadow version

Authors note: This is my first Shadow POV, characters are all +18 and I try to keep em as reallystic as possible, I'll add a few thing here and there. If you couldn´t tell this pov is based on T.S song Gorgeous so you can totally listen to it while you read, it will help you to understand it better.

Party

Your idea of a perfect afternoon at home was a good book and a cup of coffee; however, when Rouge mentioned they were going to Metropolis Zone for something relaxing, you thought it would be a good idea. How wrong you were. Right now, you were at The Heat, a bar with loud music, people all over the dance floor, and a lot, a lot of alcohol. Saying you were stunned would be an understatement, but deep down you were grateful to Rouge for getting you out of your cave, even though you’d never admit it.

While you accompanied Rouge to the dance floor and both had fun, someone was watching you curiously from the upper part of the bar. Shadow wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in his system or his senses being dulled by the loud music, but his feet started moving to the melody.

“You should take it as a compliment, that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talked…”

You, already having lost more than one sense, were laughing loudly as you ran her hands over her body and swayed your fluffy tail from side to side. “Hey, Moon! Look over there,” said Rouge, pointing toward the stairs. There, a figure stood that she couldn’t quite make out, probably due to the amount of alcohol you had consumed. “Wow, looks like we have a party pooper,” you said, mimicking his pose and laughing. You stopped in your tracks when you saw that figure glide gracefully through the guests, heading directly to the bar. Like a magnetic field, you followed.

“You should think about the consequences of your magnetic field being a little too strong.”

When you reached the bar, you looked around for him and found him sitting on a stool, staring into the vastness of his drink.

“You’re so cool it makes me hate you so much.”

You ordered two drinks: “Whiskey on ice, sunset in vine,” walked toward that stranger, sat beside him, and slid the drink closer to him. “Hello” you smiled. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” He didn’t take long to turn his face towards you. Two perfect crimson orbs locked onto you, analyzing you, as if he could see straight into your soul. His spines were jet black, fading into a deep red, matching his eyes. He wore a black vest, his white fur shining through it.

“You’re so gorgeous, I can’t say anything to your face, cause look at your face.”

You felt hot, all the heat concentrated in your cheeks, you could swear you were just as red as a tomato at that moment. Damn it, how were you going to speak now? Look at that face, you couldn’t say anything.

“And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way.”

Although Shadow remained as stoic as ever on the outside, he was definitely not on the inside. All night, he had kept his eyes on that long-eared bunny in the short dress, admiring, analyzing every step you took, holding onto the railing to avoid saving you every time you looked like you might trip, and clenching his fists when someone approached you. Shadow found it peculiar that you wouldn’t dance with anyone, not even when that big yellow cat came over. Why were you talking to him now?

“You should take it as a compliment that I’m talking to everyone here but you.”

“I don’t usually come to places like this.” “Wow... well, neither do I” you said, pushing a drink next to his hand. For just a second, your hands brushed, and that second was enough to send a jolt of 100,000 volts. His spines flickered with small orange sparks.

“You should think about the consequences of you touching my hand in a darkened room.”

“I’m Moon.” When Shadow realized he couldn’t easily escape your company, he turned to face you.

“If you’ve got a boyfriend, I’m jealous of him, but if you’re single, it’s honestly worse, cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts.”

“Shadow,” He said, trying not to let his recently discovered liking for long ears show. Boy he was lost. Your big purple eyes, like the sunset, white fur glimmering from small droplets of sweat. I feel like I might burn so bright and die.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

What was happening? Shadow wasn’t used to this... this feeling of electricity running through his body wasn’t like using his chaos energy; it was something else, something foreign to him. He didn’t know if he liked it or disliked it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your hypnotizing purple gaze.

“You make me so happy it turns back to sad.”

You stood like that for a few seconds, until your friends dragged you back to the dance floor. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to know what it was about that hedgehog that drew you in. He was an enigma, and you wanted to uncover what he was hiding. Shadow didn’t want you to leave, but he wasn’t going to stop you either. He wasn’t used to wanting, to needing something. It was hard for him to get his thoughts and feelings in order. He raised his glass and drank the entire contents in one go, left a bill on the bar, and walked out, trying not to look back.

“There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have.”

Shadow got on his motorcycle, torn between whether he should go back inside and ask for your number, if he should say goodbye or just walk away as if nothing happened as always. That was stupid; you two just shared a drink and a look. It wasn’t anything.

“Guess I’ll just stumble alone to my house.”

You watched as Shadow leave the place, a void growing in your stomach. Quickly, you grabbed your coat and ran after him. What were you doing? Had you lost your mind chasing after a stranger who hadn’t even shown interest in you? But those eyes, you couldn’t leave without at least trying. Just before Shadow started his motorcycle, he saw the white bunny leaving The Heat. You were looking around, as if searching for someone. When your eyes met, you smiled and walked toward him.

“Unless you wanna come along.”

[officerfriendlysblogs]

Let her go

Drew Starkey x Actress! Reader

Summary : ❤️Drew Starkey ends things with the reader out of fear of falling too quickly for her. During an interview, both struggle to hide their heartbreak, but by the end, Drew apologizes, admitting he was afraid of how deeply he cared for her…they find their way back to each other, finally ready to face their feelings.❤️

Warning ⚠️ : Some heartbreak,fluff at the end and love (it’s not possible for me to write something super sad about Drew I can’t 😫)

Word Count 1.1k

(Strongly advise for you guys to listen to this song while reading 😖!)

The interview room felt colder than it should, the sterile white walls pressing in on you. The low hum of the overhead lights was the only sound that filled the silence between you and Drew Starkey. Both of you sat across from each other, your backs straight, hands clasped in your laps as if the mere act of looking at each other would make everything fall apart.

It had been weeks since the filming wrapped, and the tension between you and Drew was thicker than any on-screen chemistry you had shared. But this wasn’t acting. This was real.

It had started so simply—a connection that was easy to ignore at first, an innocent conversation here and there, a laugh shared on set. But before you knew it, you were both slipping into something more—something that made your heart race in ways you couldn’t explain.

But then, out of nowhere, Drew had pulled away. You had tried to understand, tried to accept his sudden distance, but the words still haunted you, echoing in your mind with painful clarity: “I can’t do this. I can’t fall for you.”

You had pretended to understand at first, given his reasoning: He was scared of falling too quickly, too deeply. But the truth was, you had never stopped loving him. You just hadn’t known how to make him stay, and now, having to sit across from him in this cold room, it felt like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs.

You couldn’t look at him. Every time you did, your heart clenched, and the pain of his rejection threatened to spill out. He wasn’t looking at you either. He was too busy smiling at the interviewer, nodding along to questions that felt like a blur. There was nothing real about this moment, nothing that resembled the Drew you had known. It was as though you were two strangers forced into a room together.

“So, Drew,” the interviewer asked, turning towards him, “your character in the film is really complex, very reserved. Did you draw from your personal life for that?”

You saw Drew tense, just slightly. “I think everyone has a part of themselves in the roles they play,” he said, his voice calm but distant. “But it’s more about understanding the emotional truth of the character. You can’t just play the role—you have to believe it.” He shifted slightly in his chair, avoiding your gaze.

You felt a pang in your chest, but you fought to keep it from showing. You had to be professional.

The interviewer then turned to you, and for a moment, you wished they hadn’t. “And what about you? Your character is much more open, vulnerable… was there a part of you that you found hard to let go of for this role?”

You hesitated. If only they knew the truth—that you were struggling to keep it together, struggling to not show how deeply this rejection had hurt. How every time you stepped on set, you had to act like everything was fine when, in reality, your heart was still somewhere in the pieces of the relationship that Drew had ended.

“It was hard,” you answered, your voice quiet, “because sometimes, you’re asked to leave a part of yourself behind to play someone else. But it’s… it’s important to let go. For the character. For the story.”

But as the interview wore on, it felt like the words were becoming harder to say. Your throat ached, and every time Drew glanced your way, even for a second, you wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. His presence was suffocating. The walls of the interview room seemed to close in, and you knew that if you didn’t leave soon, you would break down in front of everyone.

—

When the interview finally ended, you made your way toward the door, your steps slow, heavy, each one more difficult than the last. But as you reached for the door handle, you heard Drew’s voice from behind you, a soft, tentative call that made you freeze.

“Wait.”

You turned, heart pounding in your chest. He was standing just a few feet away, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket, a nervous energy emanating from him that mirrored your own.

“I didn’t mean it,” he said, his voice shaky, almost as if the words were escaping him before he could stop them. “I—I never wanted to hurt you. I was just scared.”

Your breath caught in your throat. His words felt like a punch, and for a moment, all you could do was stand there, trying to steady yourself, trying to ignore the way your heart ached at the rawness in his eyes. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“I was scared of falling too fast. Too deep. I told myself it was better to walk away before it got worse, before I ruined everything… but the truth is, I was afraid. I was afraid of how much I cared about you.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, but you didn’t wipe it away. “You—you ended it because you were afraid?” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “You hurt me, Drew. You broke me, and you didn’t even give me a chance to understand.”

“I know,” he whispered, stepping closer still, his eyes never leaving yours. “And I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. There was never anyone else. It wasn’t about not wanting you—it was about being terrified of how real it felt. Of how much I was falling for you.”

You closed your eyes, fighting the tears. “You don’t know how hard it’s been to pretend like everything was okay. To keep my distance while my heart was still here, still with you.”

Drew reached out, slowly, carefully, as if afraid you would pull away. He cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the tear that had fallen.

“I was so stupid. I thought pushing you away was the right thing to do,” he said softly. “But I can’t do it anymore. I’m not afraid anymore. I love you. And I’m sorry it took me this long to say it.”

For a moment, you just stood there, letting the words sink in, your heart slowly mending itself in the warmth of his touch. You had waited so long for this, for him to realize that he had never been alone in this fear.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “And I thought I’d lost you.”

Drew’s face softened, and he gently pulled you toward him, wrapping his arms around you. “I was wrong,” he murmured against your hair. “I never should’ve let you go. But I swear to you, I won’t let you slip away again.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself breathe again, the ache in your chest slowly fading. The future felt uncertain, but in his arms, it didn’t matter anymore.

Because sometimes, love wasn’t about never being afraid—it was about admitting that fear, facing it, and knowing that no matter what, you’d face it together.

[the4rcanist]

Hello and Happy new year to @hyperions-light and everyone!! 🎉

I was reading some codex from Sera in Inquisition and wanted to try my hand at doing something similar cause my Rook (in my head at least) would share a similar voice. Still missing some things (I swear that every minute I think about something else to add here this list will not end lmao)

Note: Things to do when friends are sad:

- Talk to Harding. Ask about her dreams. (Last part scratched out)

- Help her with the plants. If she talks, listen.

(underlined note on the side 'I don't know anything about plants!!!!')

- Ask her about Ma and Ferelden.

- Help Neve. Help Dock Town. (shaky drawing of cut Venatori heads and underlined writing between the next item that reads "I failed her")

- Get fried fish for Neve. She likes it.

- Buy new Ink for Bellara. She is too busy with the big spirit box to do it.

- Any tool that might help her. Should I ask? (ask scratched out). Ask her.

- Get Lucanis away from the lighthouse more often. He needs to breathe, and here reminds me of the awful water box.

- Get Spite something to draw. (underlined note: not the walls)

- Get him food and herbs. He won't ask for it. Buy everything you can carry.

- Help him in the kitchen (Scratched out, underlined note on the side "I don't have a clue how to cook")

- Make him something (scratched out)

- Buy him something fancy. Don't eat it

- Ask him to teach food magic.

- Go walk with Davrin. Arlathan. Don't look at the trees.

- Get Davrin new wood tools. Ask him.

- Get Assan treats.

- Carve a halla for Davrin (scratched out, underlined note on the side "I also don't know how to do it")

- Ask him to teach wood magic.

- Spar. He asked, forgot to answer.

- Get Emmrich new books. He will tell so ask him.

- Buy everything you can carry.

- Play with Manfred. Teach him Wicked grace.

- Go with Bones to the Gardens. I like the air there.

- Ask about the spirits. He likes to talk about them.

- Ask him about the potions. Get more recipes for poisons? (Scratched out) Don't ask about poisons.

- Talk with Emmrich about Disruption. I want to understand them.

- Get Trinkets for Taash. They like shiny things, remind me of ravens.

- Go with Taash to see their friend, bring sweet things for him. (Scratched out) Find him a cat. (Scratched out) He has a cat!!!

- Ask Taash about dragons. They don't talk much but like to talk about it.

- Get Taash jewelry from the Grand Market. Ask. Buy everything you can carry.

- Spar with Taash. They asked, forgot to answer.

- Get Taash my old cape. (Scratched out, underlined note on the side "It's too short")

- Get Taash a new cape.

(Below a crude drawing of a cat eating a dragon's head and Ghilan'nain angry, note on the side reads "My pets are better")

Yay, it’s WIP Wednesday Thursday again! Come and show me what you’re working on !

I know most of you are here for DA, but please feel free to share no matter the subject !

rb + add below!

Hope you’re having a great 2025, so far! 🎉🎊

[ranaiki]

This may be a controversial opinion, but...

if you don’t like to tip, you shouldn’t utilize services that expect, require, or even suggest tipping.

Yes, tipping expectations have gone way up recently, and sometimes get out of hand. Yes, the responsibility of giving the employees enough money to live off of shouldn’t be placed on the customer. But the unfortunate reality is that minimum wage, even those way above it, don’t cut it for the costs of living, and there is more importance placed on the wealth of a select few than on the well-being of the many. 

I personally do not love to tip all the time, and I will admit that. I don’t have a ton of money to spare, so the idea of giving a little extra off the top “just because” hurts my soul a little bit. But I still always tip.

Do you know how I get around it? By not utilizing the services that require me to tip. I want some food, but it’ll cost me a lot extra to get it delivered? I’ll pick it up myself, or I’ll just make it at home.

The services that require us to tip, are not services we are required to use.

I think thats where a lot of the confusion comes into play. There’s a sense of entitlement that comes with using these services that leads people to not want to tip.

“I already paid for my food, why should I have to pay extra?”

Because you’re using an extra service. You’re using someone’s time, energy, brain power, kindness - you name it. And that deserves proper payment.

In an ideal world, servers, delivery drivers, and caterers (those who most definitely should be tipped every single time) would be paid enough money to where a tip is negligible, and just a little bonus off the top, like it was intended. But that’s not the world we live in.

In the case of servers at restaurants, they are paid hourly, but that hourly rate is often reduced because of the expectation that they will also be earning tips (same with bartenders). Meaning, quite literally, that most of their wages are made up of tips, and they rely on the goodness of people’s hearts to bring home the same amount of money as someone paid the standard minimum wage.

In the case of delivery drivers, oftentimes they’re not even paid at an hourly rate, only by the deliveries they take and, brace for it, tips! For localized delivery drivers (like for specific chains - think a domino’s delivery driver) this is not the case as far as I know, though I don’t know the idiosyncrasies of how their job works. But for delivery through the major apps (GrubHub, DoorDash, etc), this is how many of them work. You can get an hourly rate, but only if you block out a specific time you want to work well in advance. The blocks open up at a certain time of week, and all drivers block out the times they want at that moment. There are limited slots, and the longer you’ve been driving for them, the more preferential treatment you get (early access, etc). It doesn’t truly matter if you get it, you can still work whenever you want, it’s more insurance than anything. In the case that you don’t get any deliveries while on the clock, blocking out your time helps you get paid for the time you were waiting around. Not blocking it out means that even if you spent an hour waiting, you don’t get paid. But there’s a catch - the hourly is only meant to make up for missed wages, it’s not a base pay. I can’t remember the exact amount it makes up for, but I believe it is based on the minimum wage in that area. So say you deliver for 1 hour, and the min. wage in your area is $15/hr. Say you get one delivery, and earn $7. The company helps get you up to $15, but nothing more, as in, you don’t get $22 for working the hour and making that $7 delivery. If you didn’t get to block out a slot? Tough luck, $7 it is (and for the record, that is a lot for one delivery. Typical deliveries earn you around $5 or less).

Now I hope it’s a little more clear why tips are especially crucial for delivery drivers. They hop all over the city picking up and dropping off food for barely any money, and rely on tips to make up for their time, gas, and effort. They aren’t even truly paid for the job they do.

Before anyone hops to my comments or messages saying some bs about getting different jobs...

Take a moment to consider that maybe this is the other job. Maybe they have an inflexible schedule (student, parent, or have another job that can’t make ends meet) and do deliveries when they have time. Maybe they’re young, or have no prior job experience that could land them a “better paying” job. Maybe they’re an ex-con trying to get their life back together, someone trying to get out of a tough situation, or just generally trying to make ends meet by doing literally whatever job they can (and there are a lot of people like that out there).

And take another moment to consider what it would be like if everyone up and dropped these jobs you consider beneath you, that are apparently so worthless you can’t even tip a couple of bucks. Would you be able to sit back and get food delivered to your doorstep? Would you be able to enjoy a nice evening at a restaurant, waited on hand and foot?

I think you know the answer.

So, to bring it all back around full circle - just tip when you go out. Or, if you really don’t want to, or can’t afford it, simply don’t go out. Pretty easy. Until the system is fixed, and decent, hardworking people don’t rely on other decent hardworking people to allow them to live, tipping is going to be expected.

If you don’t like it?

Get out there and fix it.

[laurellala]

Fun fact! This was the real tipping point that made Edgeworth run away after AA1, they just couldn't show it on screen because they didn't have the rights to Chappell Roan's music <3

(A spiritual successor to my "Hot to Go" joke from this post. Image description under the cut below)

[Image ID: a four page black and white comic of characters from ace attorney.

The Judge stands solemnly at his podium holding a gavel "Mr. Miles Edgeworth, you are on trial for the murder of blah blah blah..."

A cheerful Maya Fey leans over to Miles Edgeworth, who is staring straight ahead and looking very concerned

Maya: "Psst! Mr. Edgeworth! If you win your trial, can I show you Chappell Roan?

Miles: "What the hell, sure." Internally he thinks "Oh God I am going to jail"

A box saying "later" in the top corner of the next panel marks the passage of time.

The Judge smiles as he says "I declare you... Not Guilty!"

We see a full body shot of Maya dancing excitedly while Miles looks on, emotionless

Maya: YIPPEE omg you're going to LOVE this

Miles internally thinks "oh no, the consequences of my actions.

We see Miles standing in between Phoenix Wright and Maya looking apprehensive. Maya beams in excitement, while Nick puts a reassuring hand on Miles' shoulder

Miles: Alright, so what is this exactly?

Nick: She's a pop musician Maya really likes

Maya: You promised you'd let me show you, and it's legally binding because you said it in a court room!

Miles: That is not how the law works Ms. Fey

Maya: Shh just listen!

We see a panel of Miles' pensive face concentrating as he listens to "Hot to Go". He thinks to himself "hm".

Another panel zoomed in more. His pensive expression has grown more tense/confused as he listens to "Red Wine Supernova". he again thinks to himself "Hm" in a larger thought bubble.

We zoom out again to see Nick, Miles, and Maya standing together again. Miles stares forward blankly, eyebrows raised. Maya excitedly leans in.

Maya: Ok, that's her whole discography. So! What did you think?

Nick looks at him, waiting for his response

We get a panel of Miles, looking bewildered. He starts to speak "I..."

We cut again to see the three of them standing together.

Miles: I... don't think I like women?

Miles looks shocked and confused. Nick is bent over laughing, using a hand on Miles's shoulder to support himself. Maya looks outraged and appalled!

Maya: MR. EDGEWORTH! Just because you don' like her musi it doesn't give you an excuse to be sexist!

We see a panel of Miles looking stressed and confused. He leans his head on one of his hands, which messes up his hair, showing how he isn't his normal put together self.

Miles: I should rephrase that. What I mean is, Ms. Roan is clearly VERY assured in her feelings towards women. I was... unaware that anyone felt that strongly. I thought we all viewed these things with a vague sense of distaste and unease but collectively ignored it. Like how we do with climate change.

We zoom out again to see the three of them. Miles stands in the middle looking deeply uncomfortable and lost in thought, vibrating with unease. Nick and Maya exchange deeply concerned glances across from him.

With lingering unease, Miles begins to walk away.

Miles: Well, I should be going then. Goodnight.

Nick hesitantly raises a finger to point out an inaccuracy in that statement

Nick: It's four in the afternoon-

he gets interrupted by Miles who repeats firmly: I said Goodnight

Nick looks in the direction Miles walked off in.

Nick: ...He'll be ok, right?

Maya reassures him: Of cours Nick! I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

Jump cut to a closeup of Nick's hand holding Miles' letter which reads Miles Edgeworth chooses death in all caps. Then, below in smaller font, it says Also femininomenon was really good, thanks.

We see a panel of Nick glaring wordlessly at Maya as he holds the letter in his hand. Maya leans against the wall and looks away, whistling, trying to look innocent to avoid blame.

As a bonus, we also have a page that takes place a year later. Miles and Nick stand talking. Miles looks calmer now, and Nick smiles encouragingly.

Miles: In my time in Europe, I've been examining myself and my approach to law. Ultimately, the most important focus must be justice. We owe it to ourselves and to the people we serve

Nick: Wow, that's really inspiring Edgeworth. And, uh, hows the... the other thing going?

We get a zoomed in panel of Miles glaring menacingly at a suddenly nervous Nick

Jumping out again, Miles turns his back to Nick as he continues to talk

Miles: So as I was saying, justice is truly so important...

Nick nervously rubs the back of his neck wearing an awkward expression as he sweats nervously. He thinks to himself internally "Ooookay then, clearly still working through some things there"

/.End ID]

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[florenceisfalling]

hi. i know who you are! and thank you for reblogging this bc it made me realize i meant 2 put "message me" rather than "ask me" in my original post. i prefer 2 have individual conversations with ppl on these topics these days bc i find it reduces the inflammatory nature of it all. but i'll chat! 👇

It's too bad everyone exclusively uses them as obligatorily publicized personal descriptors

this is not true! tme/tma are for indicated institutional transmisogyny, not interpersonal. while i'm not stupid enough to think intent always equals action, and i'm aware me not seeing something does not mean it never happens, i have yet to see a transfem demanding that people use tme/tma in their bio or as a personal descriptor or so forth. as described by txttletale, these terms are not universal but are still useful!

i understand the hesitation around these terms, but like many labels they are trying to communicate a complex societal issue in as simple terms as possible.

it's never used to mean anyone else except when explaining it totally means other people to

i understand seeing it that way, but just because you read every post with the word "tme" as meaning "transmascs" does not mean that's what the posts are actually talking about.

as being "exempt" from the only transphobia worthy of having a name!

this is sort of silly. you just used the word transphobia right there! a word that suits most needs in the transmasc community!

If you've discovered these hidden transmisogyny ninja and you claim to care about trans women and how they're treated by transandrophobia discourse, it's a moral imperative that you back up these claims to me

i like that i made a post reaching out as a transmasc to other transmascs to talk as nicely as possible abt this issue and i get immediately hit with someone else being as snide and snarky as possible about it. do you maybe think this serves as a bad representation of your ideals? i also don't just "claim" to care about trans women and this phrasing becomes funnier the more you know me irl

I've seen a lot of trans men get called bitches and outright transphobic slurs and also get rape threats so idk maybe that's bad of everyone to do? Maybe people who claim to be transfeminists shouldn't be doing it either.

i agree! you'll find later in my post that i said trans men being shitty doesn't excuse all of transfems' jokes or responses. then you said "not how it is" with no elaboration!

personally got tons of anons calling me slurs for trans men saying I was faking being a trans woman.

sorry that happened! if we're going to bring up our personal experiences with being misconstrued as opposing sides of the tme/tma dichotomy, i actually have some experiences to share. while i am exempt from institutional transmisogyny ive experienced it a shit ton on an interpersonal level, almost entirely from transmascs. in fact a transmasc irl who was a pedophile and rapist spent 2 months trying to paint me as a child predator, necrophile, lesbian-defiler, ugly freak, etc., all while doing crimes against someone i care about, and used the fact that i looked like a transfem "man in a dress" to back this. that was probably i think the most dehumanized i've ever felt in my life. i've had transmascs try to bar me from sapphic spaces and label me a danger to cis women for associating with particular trans women. i've had trans men say they envied my hormone disorders and joke about them under the assumption i was a tgirl. that's only including a fraction of the offline harassment!

Because I can. That's the argument you're making rn.

while i don't think people should be sexually harassing terfs, either, i think theres a bit of a difference between the dynamic terfs (oppressors) have with transfems (oppressed) to the dynamic trans ppl have with each other - especially since, from what i've seen on your blog, you assert that trans men and trans women are oppressed equally but differently, and not necessarily by each other. even in that context, if tboys FOR CERTAIN didn't have some kind of privilege compared to tgirls, these comparisons still wouldn't be equivalent, bc it'd be even playing field versus privilege and underprivileged.

Not how it is. <3

the specific example i had on my mind when i used the term "disproportionate" was the instance of a trans guy talking about "hunting baeddels for sport" (bad), a trans woman thus joking in response about a "bomb that blows up all transmascs" (bad), and then a man fucking reporting her to the fbi (FUCKED?). a bomb that carefully detects your gender while decimating people around the globe is impossible and so far from a legitimate threat that it's ridiculously silly! and yet!

i would say trying to weaponize legal power and COUNTERTERRORISM against a tumblr post by a venting minority is a bit much, no?

some ground rules, okay?

genuinely, legitimately, i would rather you insult me directly than trying to condescend me like this on my own post.

I get to respond with some really nasty, horrible, just downright disgusting stuff leveled at trans men for every example you give, okay?

you can do whatever you want! i do ask that if you're going to bring in "rules," i'd prefer if you also did us both a favor and only used evidence from this year so we're both on a recent page. i'd also appreciate understanding that you are a blog that primarily posts about this discourse and i am a blog that primarily posts about jacksepticeye of all things, so i don't exactly have an excess of screenshots and such on hand here comparatively

i already mentioned txttletale for her good opinions so it seems fitting to start with acknowledging the massive harassment campaign she experienced alongside maia crimew and a few other tgirl bloggers over the ezra toonimal situation, where a trans man preyed on children (on a site where many of the victims were trans girls) and various trans and cis men (tyler neotrances, ptsilenthillremaster, roadhogsbigbelly, etc) decided to insinuate that there was a widespread transfem predator problem and pedojacket based on them reblogging a post with 20k+ notes. here's a post i made about it so i dont have to rescreenshot

and of course when we're talking about major harassment it's absolutely necessary to mention predstrogen and the fact that after the site got her deleted and the ceo sexually harassed her on twt she had to Also deal with people accusing her of threatening rape towards transandrobro trans men (not something she did, the worst thing was that she called someone a "cocksucker", tho transmascpetewentz is a young teen and should certainly not face harassment, he also was chummy with terfs and zionists) all while trans girls were getting spammed sexual harassment in asks bc they spoke out abt it.

note the "gendiebrainrot" url, which really calls into question the recurring choice to accuse trans women of being radfems when transmascs and self-identified "gender critical dysphoric females" comprise enough of the online terf base that terfs post in the transandrophobia tags to put down trans women-

meanwhile the cryptoterfs ^ in the transandrophobia tags interrupt people criticizing the "restrictive" terms tme/tma to use their own restrictive binary when its about how amabs are going to "subjugate afabs" to prevent "terf political force"

though its not surprising to see weird transmisogynistic theorizing on where transandrophobia comes from since thats a recurring theme

people make it about jealousy or sexual attraction, and silence trans women by insisting trans unity just needs to be achieved through trans sexuality and romance (like in the asks above from the predstrogen sitch)

especially bringing up t4t which is funny bc that term started for transfem4transfem lesbians, though ofc its spread

and lastly if you wanna see how the plain and simple transmisogyny continues through callouts i recommend looking through patricia-taxxon's notes from this past month and seeing the way transmascs approach her completely justifiable nervousness. but its very easy to see the blatant misgendering and taking these women wildly out of context and so on.

we can have conversations for a million years about the fact that some trans women are assholes to trans men and vice versa and would probably get nowhere because, in your defense, me making a post where i go "well the trans guys were mean first" is not the best argument. to be completely real with you ive been awake almost 22 hours and i am incredibly sick atm and i should probably have let the post sit in my drafts a bit longer. however!

i think its worthy to note in terms of severity just how prevalently "baeddel" gets thrown around like its not a slur by people who want to argue that "theyfab" is. i highly dislike theyfab as a term except in rather particular situations, but i don't think pointing out that some nonbinary people do in fact use their cagab as a crutch for bad takes is a crazy concept. especially when people compare it to "shemale," and the last time i checked "theyfab" wasn't an incredibly dehumanizing porn category

additionally consider the sheer severity of the actual reaction, not just the words, with trans men vs trans women - spacelazarwolf is a zionist transandrobro who still manages to make it onto my dash every five seconds, but avery predstrogen got hounded off the site... when a trans man says a transmisogynistic slur and says he wishes he could hunt people for sport, that gets a negative reaction, but it doesn't get him fucking fbi reported. ezra toonimal was legitimately an out and proud child predator and still gets to be on this site while the internet accused maia and healed and avery of making lolicon and incest into a hashtag trans thing.

i also think trans men should get the opportunity to talk about their oppression and i absolutely do not think its acceptable for trans women to threaten or harass them, but the denial of context is an issue. as is the denial of trans women just materially, statistically, politically suffering more. i think transmascs venting their frustrations by threatening trans women with violence and sexualization takes on a very particularly bad taste when considering that trans women are the vast majority of trans people killed, and statistics claiming trans men get sexually abused more lack data on v coding in prisons. i think the rampant pedojacketing campaigns on this site and willingness to accept anonymous baseless rape accusations toward tgirls not only are a form of sexual harassment and abuse but that they reflect a greater transmisogynistic dehumanization that characterizes tgirls as predatory freaks. i think that transandrobros chalking up transphobia to anti-masculinity or emphasizing trans women being amab further affects them being seen as a third gender that is inherently oppressed.

i really don't think you're a transfeminist, but i dont hold it against you as i am incredibly familiar with the urge to self flagellate my identity for acceptance. im going to try to nap now

there was a brief period of time when i empathized with transandrobros largely out of my personal discomfort as a nonbinary person with the terms tme/tma - this pretty much entirely dissolved when i began to understand those terms not as obligatorily publicized personal descriptors but as tools with a communicative purpose. perhaps more importantly, i learned that most of the people involved with the proliferation of the "transmisandry/transandrophobia" concept were treating trans women like complete and utter shit and then making tgirls out to be the instigators. for this reason i seriously encourage every transmasc who finds themself feeling riled up against trans women to, like, double check the kind of messages and comments the angry girls are getting. i promise you, it becomes a lot more evident why those women are describing discomfort or fear or bitterness around trans men when you see the kind of sexually abusive, misogynistic, violent messages they're getting first. no, that doesn't excuse every joke or response, but it makes you understand how disproportionate the transmasc reaction can be. and if you can't find what i'm talking about, you don't see any examples of trans men being misogynistic, literally just ask and i'll be happy to provide as wide a range of examples as possible