#I won’t have the skills to succeed

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too sweet

summary: essentially porn with little plot… or .. when her boss decides that letting her go is in her best interests, y/n decides to show him exactly what he’s missing out on.

warnings: swearing, light angst, smut (rough sex, oral m receiving, slight domrry) also don’t ask me how he can receive oral if she’s on the desk ?? it just happened

wordcount: 2.8k

a/n: much like the rest of the world, i can’t stop listening to too sweet :) and to me it has ceorry written all over it!! as always please let me know if you enjoyed!! I really want to start trying my hand at more tropes and aus so please let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see!!!

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“Mr Styles, I-”

“I promise you, sweetheart. It’s not a set back, it’s just-”

“I can show you, please.” You were begging and pleading like this job hadn’t been draining the life out of you for months now. You knew that Harry was right, but you didn’t want to, couldn’t, accept another failure.

“Listen.” His words were stern but his face was soft as he reached over the table, placing a ringed hand over the top of yours. “It’s not personal. To succeed in this business you need grit. No one ever got to the top without a hint of cunt, me included.”

He held up his free hand as you opened your mouth, silencing you before the words had even begun to form. “You are special. You don’t have that mean streak, and I refuse to be the one to manufacture it within you. I will find a spot in this company for you, shift people around if I have to. You need to find a role that grows with you, not one that will tear you down.”

You nodded slowly, speechless as his words sunk in. How can you be fired for being too nice? Not cunty enough? You tugged your hand away from Harry’s as if it burned you, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Is this because of the cakes?” you asked, cringing as you thought back to all the nice things you’d done around the office. If you weren’t supposed to be nice, why not put that in the job description? Under requirements: IT skills, maths degree, asshole.

Harry laughed, leaning back in his seat as he grinned at you. “In a way, I guess it is because of the cakes. Just trust me, okay? This is for the best. I’d never forgive myself if I turned you into a monster. Finance is a cut-throat world,” he finished, staring out into the office.

When he didn’t say anymore, you stood up, smoothing out your skirt across your thighs. “Thank you for your time, Mr Styles. I’ll wrap up my work and send it over to you, I assume you won’t need me past lunch?”

“No, that’s all. Thank you y/n,” he smiled, nodding as you turned away.

“Dick,” you muttered, pulling the door closed behind you. You could hardly rant and rave to his face, especially after repeatedly hearing how nice you are, but you were inwardly seething. Treating your colleagues like shit would be a good reason to get fired, treating your clients like shit would be a better one. But to be too kind? You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make sense to you, but it was still downright unfair. You had grit, and you’d show him.

You sat silent and dignified until the office left for lunch, wrapping up with the clients you had and sending the remainder to Harry. No one stayed past lunch on a Friday, so the second the last stragglers left, you rushed to the Harry’s office door. You had no game plan, except for bursting in and proving him wrong. Only, as soon as you were about to reach out and knock on the door, it swung open. “Y/n.”

“I have grit,” you told him, slipping past him into his office. It was all you could think to say.

“I-”

“Close the door please,” you motioned your head towards Harry’s seat, signalling for him to sit back down. He was frozen in the doorway, an amused smirk dancing on his lips. “I have grit,” you repeated, gaze following Harry as he pushed the door closed and circled back around his desk.

“You said that,” he sniggered, loosening his grey tie as he watched you pace around the office. “If I didn’t have grit,” you started, willing something entirely different to come out your mouth, knowing that it wouldn’t. “I wouldn’t mention that I know you spent the entire Christmas party in here with Stephanie. With the door locked. And I wouldn’t mention that I’ve noticed the way you look at me,” you finished, eyes glued to the skyline behind Harry’s head.

His jaw clenched a few times, his hands flexing against the wood of his desk. “Good point,” he murmured, his expression totally unreadable as he looked at you. “Come and sit down.”

You padded over tentatively, fingertips gripping the back of the chair as you pulled it out in front of you.

“Not there.” He pushed his chair back, tapping on the wood between his hands.

“What are you-” you started, gaze darting between Harry’s icy stare and your feet, dragging themselves the short distance to Harry’s desk.

“You came here to show me you have grit, no?”

You nodded, heart in your throat as you perched on the edge. “How were you going to show me?” he continued, his eyes unrelenting in their pursuit of weakness within you.

You knew what your game-plan was, but you weren’t expecting Harry to catch on and call your bluff. His voice was muffled by the blood pounding in your ears, your jaw tight as you tried to remain composed under his watch. He leaned back when you stayed silent, one eyebrow raising slightly as his gaze raked down your body. “What were you going to do, y/n?” he asked again, hooking one foot around yours to pull your legs open.

A tiny gasp falling from your lips was the only sound you made, the tension hanging heavy in the air. Harry reached forward, pushing your skirt up around your hips until he saw a flash of your red panties. “I think,” he started, fingertips trailing down your exposed thigh. “You were going to show me that sweet little cunt, show me what it can do. Am I right?” he continued, satisfied as he looked at the trail of goosebumps his touch had left.

You nodded again, eyes fluttering closed in a bid to expel some of the anticipation creeping through your core. “Use your words,” Harry muttered, tugging on your thighs until you landed in his lap.

You opened your eyes, inches away from his face as he splayed a hand across your lower back. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, a shiver running down your spine. His cock twitched beneath your core at the name, his eyes dark.

“From this moment onwards, anything that happens within these walls is between us. Do you understand?” Harry asked, his voice husky and yet somehow softer than you’d ever heard it.

“Of course,” you replied, hoping your eyes communicated the sincerity that your words couldn’t.

Harry placed his free hand on your hip, pushing you down slightly until his firm cock bulged against your entrance.

“What are you and your grit going to do about this then?” he smirked, his fingertips digging into your clothed flesh. You almost choked on the lump in your throat, eyes bulging as you shifted on top of Harry’s girth. His stare was like a challenge, daring you to retreat or prove yourself wrong. But you’d gone too far to back down now, so you swallowed the first taste of tomorrow’s regret and locked your eyes on his, rolling your hips across his lap before stepping off of him.

You answered his questioning frown by sitting back on your heels between his legs, reaching forward with a tentative hand to palm him over his trousers. Harry let you feel him for a second, before swatting you away to unzip his slacks and push them down his thighs.

From the moment you’d first met him, you knew Harry was objectively hot. He was attractive in the same way a friend’s dad would be - enough to appreciate but too out of reach for it to be any more than that. But now as you stared up at him, the strained fabric of his Calvins tight against the cock he was about to fuck your face with, he was the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

Harry tugged the waistband of his boxers down, only enough to set his length free, grabbing hold of your wrist. “No one is to know,” he growled, waiting for your confirmation before guiding your hand to his length.

“No one, sir,” you murmured, pressing your parted lips to the side of his shaft as he pulled his hand away.

“Good girl,” was all Harry could manage as your pout wrapped around his tip, your tongue swirling across the nerves. You let your saliva drip down him, rubbing it across his skin with an unsteady yet firm hand. It felt dirty, transactional almost as if he might let you stay if you performed well enough for him. But you knew you didn’t want that, and he wouldn’t want you working for him once you’d milked his cock for all it had.

You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled your mouth away from him, your hand still working up and down his length. Your gaze darted up to meet his, the hunger in his eyes unlike anything you’d seen before. He was almost animalistic, something feral juxtaposed in his features as he watched you silently, frozen in place. You willed yourself to look away as you bent further down, poking out your tongue to lick a wet line along his cock, but you couldn’t focus on anything but Harry’s face. Your arousal was pooling between your thighs, a breathy moan tumbling past your lips as you took more of him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You couldn’t take him all, not even close, so your hands worked at the rest of him, one wrapped around his base while the other found his balls, squeezing them gently as your cheeks tightened against his girth. Harry let out a small groan, his first display of your mouth having any effect on him, his hand instinctively tangling into your hair as if he’d been here with you before.

He used his grip to hold your head steady, directing your mouth up and down his length. His cock was knocking into the back of your throat, your whimpers mixing with groans and splutters, until he stopped suddenly, pushing back in his chair until there was distance between the two of you. You were too much, the sight of your pout wrapped around his tip too much for him to take.

“Up,” he demanded, placing a protective hand over the edge of the desk to save you knocking your head. You pulled yourself up to meet where he stood, resting against the desk to take the weight off your shaky legs. Harry’s thumb swiped across your jaw, his eyes fixed on your face. Your swollen red pout, your heavy-lidded eyes, mascara gathered under your lower lashes. You looked a fucking mess, and he was loving every second of it.

He bent down slightly, fingers slipping under your skirt to hook around the side of your panties. He pulled them off, helping you to raise both feet, before stuffing them into the pocket of his slacks.

“Turn around,” Harry murmured, nodding as you obeyed him. His fingers trailed across your hips, pushing on your back until your stomach hit the wood of his desk.

You let out a whimper as he pressed a hand between your legs, his fingertips dancing across your skin until they met your entrance, hot and sticky and so ready for him. Harry swiped a finger through your folds, a tiny chuckle the only sound he made as you squirmed, his free hand splayed across your back, keeping you pinned down. “Got yourself all worked up f’me, huh?” he drawled, voice so low it sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, too overcome with need to form any words. Harry pressed into you, collecting your juices on his tip before pushing himself inside, eyes screwed shut as your walls constricted around him. Your whimpers turned into a string of expletives, his girth too much for you to take. “Tight little cunt, all for me,” Harry whispered, stilling inside of you now that he’d bottomed out. His hands were digging into the skin of your ass, your curves engulfing the base of his cock. “All for you,” you panted, desperately trying to find something to grip on to, something to steady you while Harry tore you in two.

He pulled back, mouth hanging open as he watched himself emerge from your pretty pink lips, his length already smothered in your juices. He wanted to resist, to be gentle with you, but your cunt was begging him to destroy it, to instil in it some of the grit you claimed to have. It was between his head and his heart, yet Harry could only think with his cock.

He slammed into you hard, your hips knocking against the edge of his desk, the contents of his drawers rattling as he drilled into you. His office was far from sound proof, and any stragglers left in the building would hear nothing but your cries and screams as he rocked his hips into yours, his cock hitting every inch of you. But that only spurred him on further, the thrill of your pleasure coursing through his veins. He landed a blow on the curve of your ass, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watched the red hand print appear, the skin bouncing with every snap of his hips.

“Fuck, Har- fuck,” you cried, breathless as Harry slammed his hips into yours before pulling out completely. He grabbed at your waist, tugging at your dress for you to turn over. “I need to see you,” he growled, eyes completely darkened when you turned to face him. You’d never seen him with as much as a hair out of place, yet now he looked possessed by his own lust. He was messy, curls hanging down his forehead and a blush to his cheeks, shirt half unbuttoned.

He circled around your clit as you looked him up and down, eyes never leaving yours. “Taking me like a fucking good girl,” he whispered, pushing back into your entrance.

“I can’t- please, sir,” you whimpered, chest heaving as he continued fucking into you with the same ferocity as before. Between his cock, his fingers, his face, you were coming apart. He was twitching inside of you with every moan that left your lips, his own climax creeping up as quickly as yours was. He stilled for a moment, his fingers never ceasing as they rubbed pleasure into your nerves. “You can, and you will. Come for me,” he urged, grabbing a hold of your waist as he thrust into you, each snap of his hips pushing you closer to the edge.

“I’m, fuck-” was all you could cry, your mouth falling open as you shook and writhed under him, his words coaxing out an orgasm stronger than you’d ever imagined. Your eyes brimming with tears, brows knitted as you cried out, hips bucking into the palm of his hand. Harry slowed down slightly, seconds between each thrust as he worked you through your high, your cream coating every inch of his thick cock.

The second you stilled, he slipped his hand under your back, pulling you up to sit as he pulled his cock from you. Harry dragged a thumb across your bottom lip, smirking at your tiny pout as you felt the emptiness in your cunt. “Open up,” he whispered, replacing his thumb with his tip, pushing it past your lips as he worked his hand up and down the length.

You took him into your mouth for the second time that day, the mix of your juices like sweet nectar against your tongue. You were dizzy from your climax, every inch of your core on fire from the sheer brutality of his cock, your walls still pulsing. Harry was grunting and groaning, even his moans husky as he twitched between your lips, his jaw tensing as he came undone, hot cum shooting to the back of your throat.

He held a hand to the nape of your neck, grounding himself as he bucked into you, filling you up at a much faster rate than you could swallow. “Good girl,” he cooed, letting you lick every last drop of cum from his tip before he pulled away, sinking down into his chair as his hand dropped down your body.

You leaned your arms back against the desk, eyes glued to the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath, the stinging of your entrance doubled by the sudden lack of touch.

Harry kept watching you, still under your spell, unable to will his eyes away as you panted. “You have grit,” he whispered, a glimmer in his eye. “But I can’t let you work for me after that.”

“As long as you know I have grit, Mr. Styles,” you smirked, rolling your head down to look at him again.

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Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

LOTS of cuddles. That’s the main thing after intimacy with him. I think this man loves physical contact and just lives for the way you fit in his arms. Will probably even run his hand in your hair and never utter a word.

You ain’t moving for a few minutes after he came bc he’s just not letting go. For the rest, it depends of the intensity of the activity. If he knows it has been rough for you, he’ll actually get up his ass if you ask him something. Otherwise I’m sorry baby bc you getting that glass of water yourself 😔

Body part : (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body is his arms, because they’re strong enough to keep you nice and spread for him <3 He loves to manhandle you, you can’t change my mind about this.

If you ask him what body part he liked the most about you, he will shamelessly and honestly reply your ass. Come on, you can’t tell me he isn’t an ass man. Probably check you out anytime and smack it when he feels like it.

Cum (anything to do with cum)

If he’s not wearing a condom, he would pretty much cum anywhere on your skin, just loves the sight of you coated in his load. It kinda depends of the position honestly (if he can, he will cum on your ass)

I also think he cums a lot (idk either just wanted to say it)

Dirty secret

Loves when you send him nudes, full or partial. Most of the time you’ll send them to initiate something before one of you comes home, but he keeps them to jerk off when he’s needy and you can’t take care of it.

Ain’t really a secret though bc like I said, this man is shameless and wouldn’t hide you anything you ask him.

Experience (How experienced are they?)

I like to think he’s pretty experienced. Probably had his share of hook ups, nothing really serious. He’s experienced and very skilled, can make your legs wobbles if he wants to

Favorite position

Spooning : Lazy sex with him is just SO obvious. I mean, imagine waking up to his face buried in your neck for behind. You’d hum curiously, before feeling his hardness poking at your ass. You’d understand the assignment and lift your leg slightly so he can slide in your warms walls. He would do slow and short movements, playing with your clit as he pants in your neck.

Reverse cow-girl : Like I said, he’s an ass man, so this position is just a must for him. It just turns him on so much. He would probably spread your cheeks to see his cock pumping in and out of your hole. If you’re embarrassed about it, it could be one of the rare times he praises you

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or humorous?)

He’s always serious in the bedroom, you’ll never catch him crack a joke. However, he does enjoy teasing the shit out of you, but we’ll talk about that later

Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He probably trims regularly, just to keep a clean aspect. If you ask him to do more or less than what he’s doing he probably won’t, since he mostly does it for him.

Unfortunately no he doesn’t have purple down there 😔 but since he’s blond you can try and convince him to dye it (you won’t succeed but you can still try)

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

I think he would be unknowingly romantic, would kiss you everywhere just to feel your skin under his mouth. Will suck and bite it, because he’s a little shit.

Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think he jerks off really often. Most of the time you’re here to help him when he feels needy and when you’re not he doesn’t necessarily have the motivation to do it himself. In rare moments of intense neediness he’ll pull out his phone and open the secret folder he has with all your nudes and videos-

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don’t see him as very kinky tbh

- Semi public : Will have you sitting on the counter of your friend’s bathroom while his tongue eagerly lap at your folds. You’ll have to muffle your moans and when you do he’ll give you that lazy, mocking smile, silently teasing you for your sensitivity.

- Hair pulling : Both giving and receiving, will pull your hair while you give him a blowjob or ride him (in doggy style also). He also wants you to pull his hair when he’s eating you out, will let out the prettiest moans, sending vibrations on your pussy.

Location (Favorite places to do it)

Loves doing it in places you can get caught (as long as it’s at least a bit comfortable). A car for exemple or a friend’s place.

Your bed works really well too, it’s the most versatile things after all <3

Motivation (what gets them started and going)

I swear I SWEAR he just loves seeing you mad. You’d be in front rambling about anything, a frown on your face and he would barely listen to you, the only thought in his brain being to fuck the anger out of you. If you ask him if he’s even listening to you, he’ll just tell you that you’re hot when you’re mad and try to fluster you (it always works)

Even if he tells you he don’t like it when you move too much during sex, the glint in his eyes when he has to grab your wrists and pin them for you to stay still tells you otherwise.

NO (something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

I think he wouldn’t want to try knife/blood play. The only times he sees blood is when he beats up someone so it just feels wrong for him to make you bleed.

Oral (Giving/receiving preferences, skills..)

Has INSANE eating out skills and I’ll never shut up about it. He just loves feeling you crumble under his tongue. He can’t get enough of your thighs squeezing him. Face sitting is also a big yes. Will probably ask you to put all your weight on him bc he can take it <3

Ofc will never refuse a blowjob from you (although it will turn into facefucking most of the time, only if you’re comfortable ofc)

Pace (are they more fast and rough or slow and sensual)

Listen, listen. How about slow AND rough? Slow and hard thrusts with him, wants you to feel every drag of his heavy cock in your walls.

Quickie (Do they enjoy it quick?)

Really likes foreplay so I don’t think he’ll be really into quickies, but if one of you (or the two of you) is really needy, he will indulge in it. Prefers taking his time though.

Risk (are they up to experiment, do they take risks etc…)

Yes. He’s up for experiment AND risk. Pretty much down to try a lot of things with you, as long as you agree. As I mentioned, he likes doing it in places you can get caught. He’s very versatile, just name something and you’ll get to try.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go)

I think he could go for 2-3 rounds and start to really tire at the third. Could probably go a bit more but most of the time too lazy to do so (you’ll have to give him some motivation :) )

Toy (Do they own toys? Using them on a partner or themselves?)

He’s a little shit. Did I say that? Probably has a bullet vibrator and tease you with it. He’ll start by pressing in on your nipples and stomach, which is not nearly enough, and will have you beg for it before he gently presses it on your swollen clit. Wont let you cum however, he can do that himself.

Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

Tease tease tease tease. I swear he’s so unfair sometimes. Also loves putting you in your place, so if you’re acting like a brat, have fun being edged again and again.

Volume (How loud are they?)

Pretty quiet actually. You can tell when he’s close because he’d let out quiet pants and curses, but it’s the most you’ll get.

Wild card (random headcanon)

One day, Takeomi walked in the two of you having sex on his bed during a small meeting with a few common friends. Didn’t even seem surprised for some reason, just left the room while telling you to get dressed and out of his room. Keeps a close eye on you when you’re at his place since.

X ray (Let’s see what going on under those clothes…)

6-7 inches probably, a bit thick I think. No curves, just straight. His tip is a light pink.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average. I’d say he’d be fine by doing it 1-2 times a week, maybe even a bit less. If you have a high sex drive however he’ll be happy to indulge in your needs.

ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep afterwards)

Despite being lazy, probably stays awake for a bit, just to enjoy cuddling you. Will probably let you fall asleep before him so he can listen to your soft breaths (or snores, whatever). He’ll always cuddle you before going to sleep.

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how do you fall in love with yourself

unlearn the idea that confidence is conceit. i see this belief imposed on women especially, that if they’re very unapologetic about loving themselves it automatically means they’re narcissistic / think they’re better than everybody else. that’s not true at all. you can love yourself while also acknowledging you’re not inherently better than anyone else. you can love yourself while also being kind & supportive to others. it’s okay to be both of these things at once.

let go of the scarcity mindset. women (everyone really, but especially women) get pitted/compared against each other all the time. you see it w female celebrities in the media, but it’s very prevalent in real life as well. this is very much years of societal conditioning & both women & men partake in this behavior. ignore it. rest easy knowing that there can be multiple beautiful women, multiple smart women, multiple funny women in any environment at any given time. there is enough clout to go around; you don’t need to feel like if there’s another pretty/smart girl it means you no longer have the space to also be a pretty/smart girl. instead operate from an abundance mindset: always (alwaysss) be happy for other girls when they succeed, when they’re praised, when they’re loved, whatever. see them not as competition but as inspiration. envy is such a colossal waste of time bc nobody else’s accomplishments have any bearing on your own!!

get to know yourself more. i love the analogy of dating yourself bc it’s true. i went through a rough period of being around my ex 24/7 to the point i didn’t even know myself, and then i spent the post-breakup year hanging around everyone else constantly to numb my thoughts. now i’m spending more time alone than ever & i’m getting to know myself so much. learning about my taste in fashion, music, everything. and i’ve had so much more time to invest in hobbies & skills, which is very instrumental to building healthy self-esteem. ofc there’s a more balanced way to do this, but make sure you’re not running away from yourself!

what do you like outside of everybody’s opinion? don’t interpret this the wrong way—it’s completely fine to be inspired. every single person you know has copied someone else to an extent. but if you find yourself going too far, not trusting yourself to make the simplest decisions, just following trends blindly and nothing else, you’ve left the inspiration territory and started crossing into plagiarism. move from a place of self-direction and really think about what is naturally appealing to you. it doesn’t matter if it’s not popular or nobody else likes it. if you like it & if it makes you happy, that’s all you need.

practice self-love! i had to do this lol but it works wonders. i started intentionally telling myself that i trust my own taste, that i trust my own choices, that if i think something’s cool it’s good enough, talking to myself kindly etc etc. eventually all this stuff will become natural to you & you won’t find yourself having to expend so much energy into simply loving you for you. don’t give up even if it’s hard to believe at times.

don’t give a fuck. seriously. just don’t give a single flying fuck what someone else has to say. there will always be That One Person who tries to tear you down, belittles you, gaslights you etc etc and if you know in your heart you’re not doing anything wrong, just ignore and keep it pushing. you can’t be everyone’s favorite person (nor should you want to be). think of your favorite celebrity. anyone ever. they probably all got subjected to hate. now think of how they’re successful still & how it didn’t take anything away from them. there you go <3

if literally everyone on this planet starts hating you, loving yourself is still the antidote. to clarify, how others perceive us does hold weight. but if legit every single person i know started hating me, and i still loved myself, i’d probably still live a full life bc my perception is all that really matters in the end. i don’t need anyone else to be my #1 fan—i can do that myself just fine. it technically is actually your world & everyone else is just living in it. so enjoy that! stop giving a hard time to the one person who will always be w you through thick and thin (yourself). eat good food & watch good shows & read good books & just have fun. i love u

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What Skill Can Make You Famous | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out what skill you possess that can make you famous. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people: therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

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Pick A Pile!

Pile 1:

Your creativity and teamwork can make you famous. You have amazing ideas, amazing thoughts, and these can have a great impact on the world if you want to share them. You’ll make people enjoy your art, your creations.

The way you look at things is exquisite, the way you explain things is understandable, and you have much passion once something, like an idea, excites you. Of course, these skills are not easy to become famous with, to become known for, it will take work and it won’t be done in a week, but you have the ability and opportunity to succeed, nothing is impossible, and the talent to achieve you have.

Pile 2:

Bargaining. You are amazing at making compromises with people, influencing people by the way you speak and how you explain things, you’ll do amazing in politics. If you want to achieve something you can, and I believe you know this deep down to a certain degree, if not fully. To achieve this goal of being successful and famous you will need to make sacrifices, but you’ll also gain a lot back from it.

You can be graceful while demanding, kind yet powerful. You can make people do whatever you want when you simply speak and change the way they think, so use this ability, use it for your success and gain any position you want.

Pile 3:

Using your words can make you famous, speaking out on your opinions and talking about the reasons and  consequences of things around the world. You can become famous by making a blog and talking about big issues around the world, possibly issues in your town or country. You’re great with words, you’re great with debating, and you have the intelligence to continue growing and making a living out of this.

Of course, something things may be difficult and not everything you can do is something you want to do, so don’t feel pressured by this answer at all, just know you have the opportunity and talent to achieve this goal. Your opinions are timeless, and as you learn how to explain things better, the more confident you’ll get with it.

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Imagine choso and you are fighting (like battling) and then ur like, “don’t make me scare up that pretty little face” and choso like “you think I’m pretty 🥺”

Choso Kamo x Sorcerer¡Reader

a/n: Hey anon, thank you for this cute fluff request. I hope you like it ⑅˖⁠♡.

Fluff 🎀

You moved swiftly, your agility and skills gave you the upper hand to dodge all of Choso’s attacks. With your technique to summon weapons, your Katana blocked with graceful precision each arrow of blood directed to you, that was meant to pierce through your flesh.

Choso, your formidable enemy, a half-human and half-curse spirit that made him an interesting opponent. You’ve always been so curious about him and his blood manipulation technique and today was your lucky day, you finally got to grasp the chance and fight him face to face, and maybe show off your skills a bit, a bit of flaunting won’t hurt.

The air crackled with the impending clash as you circled each other. Your moves were too fast, Choso couldn’t keep up with you, once you were in front of him now you’re behind him. The way you easily twirled your weapons in your hands, as if they weight nothing made you look cool and Choso couldn’t contain his admiration, even though he was keeping a resting tired face, but from the inside he was impressed.

He stood there right in front of you, unexpectedly lifting his shirt up making your eyes widen, not only putting his perfect abs on display but also a marking on his abdomen, revealing his origin as a half-curse, as a death painting womb, making you more hooked and immersed in his nature.  

“you’re quite the challenge little sorcerer, but let’s see if you can handle this” he threatened.

He lunged forward, manipulating the blood to surge forward in unpredictable patterns, attempting to take you off guard.

You moved just in time, stepping aside, avoiding the trajectory of blood arrow that was directed at you with deadly precision, your hair flowing behind you as you moved with an extraordinary speed.

You gasped as you saw a small piece of your hair on the ground.

“oh didn’t mean to give you a little trim”

“hah funny! You’ll have to do better than that if you want to leave an actual mark” you teased back.

Pissed that a small part of your precious hair was cut by him, you ran towards him, when he was ready to attack you, you flexibly descended to the ground. While poised in the lowered position, you extended one leg, sweeping it. Making Choso lose his balance, and fall on the ground, his back hitting the hard floor.

Still on the floor, you rose to you feet, summoning another weapon, a very sharp one. His eyes widened in shock, dumbfounded by your surprise attack, and how in a matter of seconds you took the upper hand and dominated him. You looked down at him, and pointed the blade to his face,

“Now, don’t make me scar up that pretty little face of yours” you started.

Choso couldn’t help but react with amusement, his wide eyes softened and you swear to god you can see stars in them,

“Aw, you think I’m pretty 🥺?”. he asked with puppy eyes.

Did he charm you by the way he was looking at you so innocently? Yes, he did. And you couldn’t do anything but stare with a mix of confusion and admiration.

“Uh-Wh-at?” you stuttered.

His playful words echoed in your ears, and then realization hit you, yes you actually think he’s pretty. A genuine smile crept on your lips, this battle with Choso was way more interesting that you expected it to be. You can’t help but be eager to know more about him.

“here’s the deal little sorcerer, let’s start over, if you succeed in leaving a small scratch on my ‘pretty’ face, I’ll take you out on a date.. how does that sound?”  

“sounds wonderful to me” you replied.

This time giving it all of your best to leave a small cut on his face, so he can take you out on a date like he promised. On the other hand, Choso did let his guards down intentionally.

After this battle, you’re no longer enemies like you claimed to be.

[slamdunkhcs]

This is something I’ve thought about for a hot minute and i wanted to make an essay on it :))

socioeconomics in slam dunk

Like many things in life, basketball is a money sport. While inherent talent and skill is incredibly important, without the resources and opportunities to succeed, you can only get so far.

Throughout Slam Dunk, the importance of money and how it has a massive role in the world of basketball is not explicitly stated, but through the depictions of different teams in the series, it is prevalent.

We are first introduced to Shohoku High, a public school in Kanagawa. Shohoku is not a “poor” or “ghetto” school, but it is by no means a prestigious school either. Shohoku is initially depicted to be an ordinary school, but we are also shown how it has delinquency and school fights — especially among its protagonist and his “gang”

Shohoku’s normalcy is extended into its clubs, in particular, its basketball club. This club isn’t necessarily “run down” or “at risk of not existing anymore”, but aside from its coach (Coach Anzai, a man who used to coach the Japanese national team) and Akagi, their star center, Shohoku’s basketball team doesn’t have much going for it. Due to being a public school, Shohoku doesn’t have the money incentive to recruit star players (like some other schools I will mention soon), and most stars (besides Rukawa LOLLL) won’t go to an ordinary school “on a whim”

Moreover, the financial disparities become even more personal through the experiences of the characters themselves.

Sakuragi is hinted at to be poor, and the notion that basketball is “pay to play” is first explored through him in volume three, where Hikoichi (a player from Ryonan who “scouts” their competition) points out that it is strange Sakuragi doesn’t have basketball shoes, but he is quick to tell himself that it is likely because Sakuragi can’t afford them. Many basketball shoes, especially the Jordans that Sakuragi obtains throughout the series, are well over the $150-200 USD price range. While it is possible to play without basketball shoes, not having shoes that are designed for basketball automatically puts a player at a slight disadvantage.

This brings into question how resources—or the lack thereof—can subtly but significantly influence the trajectory of a player’s journey and a team’s potential for success. Sakuragi was lucky to have gotten practically free basketball shoes due to the generosity of a store owner, but those costs were his own out-of-pocket expenses. Unfortunately, a public school without special stipends for their programs cannot provide financial assistance to provide some of the resources to nurture potentially talented players.

While schools like Shohoku do not have funds to incentivize players or potential talent to come their way, they also do not have the funds to incentivize star coaches to coach at these schools. While Shohoku was able to have gotten Anzai (who wanted to retire by coaching highschool basketball), many public schools do not have that same luck.

In fact, the reason that two of the starting players, Mitsui and Miyagi, even decided to attend Shohoku was due to its coach, Coach Anzai. I think this goes to show that if a school invests in incentives like star coaches or a star basketball program, then these talented players will want to attend.

In terms of schools who provide ALL the incentives, and has thus led to star teams, I want to focus on Kainan, Shoyo, and (especially) Ryonan.

All are labelled as prestigious, private schools with amazing basketball programs, with Kainan having a stellar track record at nationals. But why is that? How did they get so.. good?

If I had to best answer this, money.

Ryonan is known to have scouted its star players, with Coach Taoka even scouting Sendoh and Fukuda from a junior high in Tokyo. For reference, Kanagawa is about two hours away from Tokyo, so Coach Taoka has to provide incentives for these boys to move to a different prefecture rather than staying in a city that likely has many powerhouse schools. In his case, these incentives would likely be full rides to Ryonan, as well as extra stipends to cover these student’s additional costs (such as food, money to move away, etc). Since Ryonan has the funding to do this, Coach Taoka is able to travel around to different areas, find these hidden talents, and bring them over to Ryonan. Public schools like Shohoku, who do not have allocated funds for sports programs, do not have this opportunity… and thus, are at an automatic disadvantage.

It is not explicitly stated how prestigious of a school Shoyo is, but having a program-related disadvantage affecting their players is prevalent. They do not have an official coach (for an unmentioned reason), and their star player Fujima has to coach his teammates as a result. Unfortunately, this additional responsibility prevented him from focusing on his own skills. I do believe Shoyo IS a school that has funding, but this highlights how a program being neglected directly impacts the strength of a team.

Another team I wanted to point out is Toyotama, a team that faced some of the most immense pressure in the entire series.

While Minami and Kishimoto, the team’s leaders, are characterized as “brute assholes”, it is shown that their irrational behavior stems from their pressure to perform well in order to potentially bring back their former coach, Coach Kitano.

Although Toyotama is 8th in the country, for the investors in their school’s basketball program, this isn’t enough. And thus… Coach Kitano was fired in the hopes of getting a coach who could lead the team to a better performance.

For these prestigious schools, their end goal is making a return on their investments. After all, what is the point of pouring all that money and resources for a team that doesn't even land them in the news?

While this is sad, it is very realistic. And as a result... even though Toyotama has a prestigious program, they felt even more pressure to *make a return." and this pressure poured into the team and their behavior.

However, the school that truly encapsulates the opportunities that money and resources provide for their players is Sannoh Technical High School.

Sannoh is practically a world class basketball team, with "anyone in Japan who gives a damn about basketball knows them", a team that had won nationals for years on end.

But how can one team be so good, let alone having a lasting legacy of greatness?

While their players are undoubtedly talented, Sannoh has invested aplenty into nurturing their players' talents.

Like Coach Taoka of Ryonan, Sannoh’s Coach Damoto scouts the best and brightest for their team. Eji Sawakita, although residing in a different prefecture, was discovered and scouted by Sannoh. While it isn't explicitly said how many players they scouted, or what incentives they provided Sawakita (aside from opportunities and their prestige), it can be inferred that Sannoh likely looks for the best and brighest to be apart of their teams.

In addition to the money and resources spent scouting, Sannoh provides their team with immense opportunities that most schools do not.

It is stated that Sawakita had been sent on a trip abroad to play basketball in America, and that he even learned new techniques during his trip. To say the least, a trip like that is... expensive. To send students to a country across the world just to play basketball is a hefty price to pay, and yet Sannoh was willing to pay it.

To prepare for Shohoku's match, Coach Damoto arranged a practice match with Sannoh alum who have a similar playstyle to Shohoku. While it is possible that these alum were willing to volunteer their time doing this, Damoto going out of his way to bring them all together and schedule that practice match is something that likely cost a significant amount to make happen. And it is certainly an opportunity that many schools would not provide.

Unfortunately, it is difficult to compete with money, and this sentiment is universal for any sector.

But what makes Shohoku’s victory over all these powerhouse schools, especially Sannoh, so shocking is the fact it is an “ordinary, no name school.” Theoretically, Shohoku would never beat a team like Sannoh, especially given the fact that Shohoku didn’t even have half the money, resources, and opportunities that Sannoh does.

Yet… Shohoku did it. And I think this part of why Slam Dunk is such a beautiful story: an ordinary team was, even for a moment, able to be extraordinary.

[astrhae]

some important and underrated lines in the books, related to wylan van eck (aka gold that i found again while writing the character study fic):

Wylan took a deep breath as if sucking in courage and sputtered, “You won’t throw me overboard. You need me.”

--- Six of Crows, Chapter 13. when i say wylan is unhinged, i mean he had the audacity to lie to kaz brekker (who doesn't know yet that wylan isn't the best hostage) AND use that lie to go against kaz AND actually win. jesper only notices wylan lying to kaz in the second book, but despite being wide-eyed as matthias describes, wylan's been lying to kaz from the very beginning. throughout the books, wylan gets better and better at using people's assumptions of him as a weapon/tool, and he admits as much when jesper says: "i'm going to stop underestimating you", and wylan replies: "then you're going to be a lot harder to surprise."

While Kaz explained and Jesper used the laundry shears to portion out pieces of rope, Wylan helped Inej and Nina prepare. To pass as members of the Menagerie, they would need tattoos.

--- Six of Crows, Chapter 28. wylan is CANONICALLY a tattoo artist. demolitionist. poisons expert. musician. and tattoo artist. do with that what you will

“I don’t like the idea of killing people, either. I don’t even like chemistry.”

--- Six of Crows, Chapter 32. HE LIKES NUMBERS. and music. and jesper. there's just something about wylan being forced into chemistry when he doesn't truly enjoy it, vs. everything his father's forced him to do when he doesn't truly enjoy it. he says this right after the we could wake him up line, and him mentioning that he doesn't even like what he's been doing all along underscores how much wylan's ruthlessness comes from a place where he doesn't want to be cruel. he's just. had to do a lot of things to survive. and he does want to survive

Gunfire sounded from above. Apparently, Wylan had found the controls. ... Wylan had scratches from the glass all over his cheeks and neck. He was beaming.

--- Six of Crows, Chapter 39. wylan is unhinged. truly. and i love him, really. he was really the first to figure out how to fire the tank. him, not jesper, which was a choice i very much approve of

He should be making a plan, maybe even plotting revenge, trying to gather his wits and his resources. And what was he doing? Wishing he could ring for tea... Whatever it took to survive the Barrel, Wylan knew he didn’t have it.

--- Crooked Kingdom, Chapter 23. first, wylan wishing he could ring for tea, vs. the parallel in the show where he offers the crows tea. second, wylan being painfully honest with himself. but third, he ends the chapter being able to navigate the streets of the barrel himself without knowing how to read the signs, which really reflects his amazingly good memory and skill for thinking along three axes, like the lockpick kaz compared him to

“Yes,” Wylan said, that one word imbued with a whole world of hope. “But I don’t have anything to bargain with.”

--- Crooked Kingdom, Chapter 28. wylan's spent so long bargaining for his life that by the time he meets genya, he doesn't believe he has anything left to bargain with. but wylan still tries, AND when he succeeds, he still has the audacity to get genya to make him look better

in conclusion, wylan might be shy but that doesn't mean he isn't scheming something, but that doesn't mean he wants to scheme, but that doesn't mean he isn't good at scheming. he's excellent at it, he's just an unhinged ball of contradictions, and wylan would, could, and should beat kaz in a chess match

[physalian]

How to Make Clean Romance Entertaining

@bananasugarwarrior ask and you shall receive

As an ace/arospec, I approach writing romance very differently than many authors and this is kind of my wish-fulfillment list more than anything.

Biggest detractor of implying anything in scenes you didn’t write: You don’t have those scenes to explore character development. I touched on this in What No One Tells You About Writing #6 and the problem I ran into a few times when writing ENNS and other works is that if you fade to black, you can’t continue important conversation or an exploration of boundaries, or fluffy new emotions, if they’d otherwise be in those missing scenes. Sex scenes are, unfortunately, prime real estate for some rich character development.

So you have to work all that rich character development around it. It’s up to you where you want to draw the line of “use your imagination” but everything up to the missing smut, and after, remains more prime real estate. You have loads of other options to explore clean intimacy and some I borrowed from this list that I reblogged about ways to show non-sexual intimacy between characters.

There’s more to a relationship to explore between your characters than just how good each other is in the bedroom. Here’s a few suggestions:

Tragic Backstory stuff and emotional boundaries

One teaching the other a niche or important skill to succeed/survive

A common physical threat, like monetary problems, job insecurity, sickness, or an actual challenge/quest/adventure/mission

A common emotional threat, like a lack of communication, or exercising an anxiety or phobia, or issues over speaking their minds

A common goal: Marriage, children, a new car or home, competing for joint acceptance into a team/group/club/prize competition

There’s also plenty for your love interests to think about their significant others aside from how sexy they are and how badly they want to get in their pants.

Introvert A can love how much B is an extrovert, or vice versa

A loves that B is good with animals, or children, the elderly, etc

A can love B’s skill and passion for their hobbies or a movement they believe in, or their stances on morality and the actions they take to back it up

A can love B’s skill as a teacher, their patience, kindness, and understanding

A can love B’s relationships with their friends and family, their maturity (or lack thereof), their work ethic

A can love B’s quirks and tics, like how they organize things or if they sing in the shower or how they dance when they’re listening to headphones

Point being:

And take this with a grain of biased salt because I’m ace and think sex is superfluous anyway: If you can’t write your characters in love with each other without sex, I won’t believe they’re in love with sex. Fiction, for me, that takes the narrative shortcut of “these two are the main couple of course they’re going to get together, I don’t have to do any work on writing why they’re in love you just came here for sex” annoy me, and quite a lot of other people, too, if the amount of gay ships that ignore the canon hetero couple are anything to go by.

The arc of their relationship doesn’t have to culminate in sex. Their arc should be specific to what these two characters want to achieve out of a romantic relationship. For a lot of people, that’s sex, but for others, maybe it’s just someone to cuddle on the couch with and watch movies, or someone they can finally trust and let in and be emotionally vulnerable with. Someone they can explore the town with, or travel, or take to dinner. Someone who doesn’t belittle them or laugh at them or disregard their interests.

Substitute relationship climaxes other than sex:

A finally trusts B with a secret they’ve been hiding for fear of ridicule, and B accepts them wholeheartedly (not Liar Revealed)

A and B finally perfect some routine they’ve been slaving over for months (like a dance or if they’re combat partners, a difficult maneuver)

A has been in love, but in doubt, and finally understands that B is The One when B is the only one to show up for A’s big speech/recital/presentation/gallery that no one else cares about

A has never let themselves be in love and it’s something wholly unspectacular that completely bowls them over with an epiphany

A is touch-averse and their biggest leap into physical intimacy is a huge hug, and B can’t be prouder of them

A and B narrowly survive some dangerous situation and have a serious realignment of priorities and newfound mad respect for each other

Actually, circling back to the whole “gay ships that ignore the canon hetero couple” thing:

This has been said before but if you’re looking for how to write a romantic relationship without sex, look no further than the male leads of many mainstream pieces of pop culture. Here, the presumption of romance isn’t built in, thus the writer has to actually put in effort to make these two characters like and respect each other, and give them things to talk about that isn’t just flirting. That’s what makes them feel more believable than the main man’s relationship with the cardboard lady lead.

[rollforfelicity]

I think I'm doomed to always be a little unhappy with non-D&D seasons of Dimension 20 because they tend to treat any system they're running like D&D.

I'm on episode 2 of Mentopolis (which I'm loving) but Brennan Lee Mulligan keeps treating the checks like D&D handles skill checks. If you miss, nothing happens, and if you hit the DC, you do what you're trying to do. He also keeps getting so close to how Kids on Bikes works by saying "The DC is 8, but if you get a 12, you'll get something extra." That's great GMing, except that's how all the checks work in Kids on Bikes. You're always succeeding and failing by degrees. For example, here's what the rulebook says about hitting the difficulty exactly.

The character succeeds, but just barely. Decidedly, nothing surprising happens — and the player and the GM should make this success as skin-of-the-teeth as possible.

By contrast, succeeding with a margin of 10+ means you succeed "smoothly and easily," and potentially get extra bonuses from this success. But what happens if you fail a roll? There are degrees to it. For example, missing the check by a margin of 1-4 leads to this result:

The character fails, but not too badly. There might be some very, very minor short-term consequences, but these won’t shift the story for more than a minute or two. The character has tried and almost succeeded.

Even if you only fail by a little, something should happen other than "you don't succeed." Sometimes that's the result that makes the most sense, but most of the time the narrative should at least shift enough that the character would have a reason not to try to do the exact same thing again. For example, you try to jump up on a box to get a better view. You fail by a margin of 2, the box breaks when you jump on it. It's not a huge complication, but the PC will have to try another method or move on.

That's also why adversity tokens (they charmingly call them Moxie in Mentopolis) are so interesting. You can spend a few to still fail a roll, but have results be less dire, or spend some to succeed by an even larger margin.

I get that Kids on Bikes is kind of similar to D&D, but it is a different game, and the differences make the experience of playing so much fun.

[cerise-on-top]

Can you do mini/or long headcanons of Hank, Stanford, Deismo and their relationship dynamic with a unbelievably cute reader?

Hey! Sure I can!

Hank, Sanford and Deimos with a Cute!Reader

Hank: I think he gets cuteness aggression from you. Not the kind where he wants to squeeze you and pinch your cheeks, but the kind where he would like to straight up murder you in the most horrible ways you can imagine. Naturally, he holds himself back because he loves you, but the urge is very much there and it’s extremely strong too. Starting at the way you smile at him, to the way you dress. It sort of reminds him of his brother, Skittles. Of course, with Skittles there are no romantic feelings involved, but sometimes he wants to beat both of you to death because you’re just so cute. However, because Hank is pretty much the most feared grunt in Nevada, no one will ever try to dull your spark, he will make sure of that himself. Although it may seem pretty weird, he actually appreciates your aesthetic beauty quite a lot and can be caught just staring at you fairly often. It does something to him on a chemical level. Sometimes he also just likes to accompany you as you go about your day. You could just be chilling on the couch, cuddling one of your stuffies, he’ll be there with you. Sometimes he’ll get you things he thought might look cute on you, such as a little pin or a flower. From time to time he’ll deliberately think about you while smashing in the skulls of his enemies, it makes him more powerful. Worst he’ll do to you will be gently taking your face in his hands, though. Might tap his fingers against whatever he can reach whenever you’re near as well. Give him a kiss on his forehead and the tapping becomes almost frantic in its speed. He doesn’t really know how to deal with you being this adorable.

Sanford: Another one who suffers from cuteness aggression. However, he will let it out on you. It’s not nearly as dangerous as Hank’s, so he will pinch and squeeze and hold to his heart’s content. Will also rub his cheek against yours if you’re being especially cute that day. Like Hank, he will bring you things that will bring out the cuteness in you. Unlike Hank, the gifts he gets you are more in tune with what you would actually like. Sanford got a pretty good understanding of what you’re like, your likes and dislikes, so he knows what you will enjoy. He actually thinks about sewing or tailoring something for you so you can look especially cute, but he won’t go through with it since he doesn’t really have the skills or time to do so. Whenever you’re jamming out to your favourite tunes in the kitchen while baking a cake he just smiles as he watches you. While he won’t say anything to garner your attention in the moment, he’ll mention to you later on that you’re just the cutest little pudding in the entirety of Nevada. He does that while pressing his forehead against yours. Sometimes, while the two of you are cuddling on the couch, he will sing praise to you about your looks and personality and how much he loves you. However, as soon as someone tries to hurt you, someone as cute and innocent as you, he will turn sour and get out his hook. Alternatively, since he doesn’t want to hurt you, he will just kidnap them and torture them, he is a known torturer, after all. Sometimes he does believe that you’re too good for him, given how sweet you are, but he reminds himself that you chose him as well.

Deimos: His cuteness aggression isn’t nearly as bad as that of Hank or Sanford, but he’s a biter. You’re giving him the cutest smile? Chomp. You’ve got a gift for him? Chomp. You wanna give him a small kiss on his cheek. Chomp. You get the idea. Sometimes he bites down hard too, depending on how cute you’re being. It’s not enough to draw blood, but it can leave you bruised and hurting for quite a while. Since he likes to draw quite a bit, he sometimes tries to draw you, all the while trying to capture your cuteness. He doesn’t succeed very often since he usually just draws caricatures and the likes, but when he does he feels very proud of himself and likes to show it to you. Is not above fighting for you either. Sure, he prefers combat when he has a gun that he can shoot from further away, but if he needs to he will get his fists bloody for you as well. As soon as they make you feel bad he will get into a fight for you. Considering he likes to talk, sometimes he doesn’t shut up when talking about how adorable you are. That could be either when talking to you or to someone else. Sanford has already told him a few times to be a bit more focused since he can be all lovey dovey once he’s alone with you. Sometimes, as he just takes you in, he gets the goofiest look on his face. Deimos has been called out for this a few times here and there, but he won’t ever change himself when it comes to you. He’s been absent quite a few times already, just because he was thinking about you and how cute you are, personality and all.

[paradoxicalrising]

Astrology Observations :)

preface: this is my first time doing this, these are all either my personal placements or I've had multiple experiences with a certain placement. none of this is absolute, pretty pls take it with a grain of salt, these are very general. Every single one of these placements depend on aspects in an individuals chart. WARNING: some 18+ topics. Enjoy :)

Mercury in the 8th house: naturally good at reading people, interested in psychology, religion, spirituality, astrology. chronic over thinkers + intrusive thoughts galore. could either really enjoy giving/ receiving head and/or dirty talk, reading smut.

Pisces Mars: sweethearts on the surface, usually soft-spoken or doesn’t talk much, spends more time observing or making up scenarios. also another overthinking placement. could also be someone who does drugs/ drinks alcohol. excels in the entertainment industries (film, theatre, music, art etc). either have a piss kink, foot fetish, or demisexual. 

Scorpio Venus: intense lovers. my ex had this placement and told me he’d die for me only knowing me 3 months. my sister also has this placement and will not eat dinner without her husband (could be the taurus opposition = not eating (taurus) until lover (Venus) is around), I think it’s a symbol of loyalty. once this placement finds value in someone, they are ride or die type loyal until you betray them. may stay in relationships longer than they should because it’s fixed emotion unless they finally see it themselves.

Cancer Moon (men specifically): I've had 3 cancer moon men take me to the beach on our first date. they’re always gassing themselves up on their cooking skills. their moms can be really restricting, especially those with Saturn in cancer as well. I've also seen their moms be really detached, cold, basically telling them to fend for themselves. highly intuitive but may get too caught up in the potential of a situation/ person and being disappointed when reality is different. hopeless romantics fr just throwing themselves into anyone they have a good feeling about without the physical proof.

Fixed Rising: the RBF (I love y’all). 

Vedic v. Tropical Astrology: honestly I think they’re both valid, and everyone should decide what placements resonate more with who they feel they are. Ex: I  have Venus, Jupiter, and my Sun in the 7th in Virgo (Tropical) but they’re in the 8th in Leo (Vedic). I feel more of the 8th house but in Virgo.

Pisces moons: I never feel like they’re listening to me if they aren’t looking at me because when they’re looking at me I can literally see them digesting the info w/ their dreamy eyes, but when they look away I just know they’re imagining some kind of fantasy that has nothing to do with the convo. 

Libra Moons: try to be soft and sweet but they have that fiery underside. I've noticed they’ll get all excited and sometimes aggressive and then apologize for it, like no girl look at you having a good time. they usually look aesthetically pleasing, you will never catch them not matching/ lookin raggedy in public, but they won’t judge others for it, Virgo and Taurus will haha.

Virgo + Libra: specifically rising + degrees, moon, or Venus combo usually have clear, healthy looking skin, especially after high school w/o all the teen acne hormones. 

Moon Conjunct Pluto: anyone else noticed the effect these placements have on their peers? it’s so weird but people are like magnetized to whatever house this placement is in. I guess cos it’s generational and yk it’s Pluto, but people around this placement can’t help but be enticed by these individuals. could be amazing actors if they can harness those dark emotions into a piece of work. these are the type of people to succeed out of spite of their trauma; very determined people. they can put such dark emotions into easy actions and words that others find hard to say out loud but they don’t shy away from dark stuff, they’ve dealt with darker topics since they were young.

Neptune in the 1st house: people constantly projecting onto these placements ! it’s important these people form a ground sense of self they can remind themselves of when they feel like someone is protecting on them. I have this placement and someone told me I was intoxicating to be around/ they felt intoxicated around me though they are sober. I fr think people get drunk off the illusion of this placement. These people are never what people say they are, if you want to get to know them I beg of you to please talk to them yourself instead of listening to others opinion of them. the women are cursed with the manic pixie dream girl trope. hella sex appeal bc of the blurred perceptions. make amazing actors/ musicians. very intuitive placement, but can doubt themselves.

[whyanne4]

Memories

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Verstappen! Reader

Part: 2/2

Category: hurt/comfort, fluff

Summary: Four weeks later, at the Monza GP, you see Charles for the first time since the devastating breakup. Soaked in champagne and high on adrenaline the Monegasque corners you, desperate to win you back.

Tag-list: @nerdreader

Masterlist

It’s been four weeks since you last saw Charles at the Belgian Grand Prix. You had been absent from the Dutch Grand Prix which everyone found odd since it was Max’s home race but you just couldn’t face him. Even with summer break in between the wounds were still raw. But after a week of reflecting you decided that you can’t let your feelings get in the way of your support for Max. He was your brother and your best friend and he’d been so disappointed when you didn’t show up for his home GP, you just can’t let him down like that again. Therefore you decided to attend Monza.

The Red Bull garage was exactly like how you remember it, of course it is, it’s only been a month after all but somehow you expected everything to be different now that you no longer had Charles. It was both comforting and sad to see that the world still turned after your breakup with the Monegasque.

Speaking of Charles, you’ve been avoiding him like the plague. You’ve arrived at the paddock late and barely left the Red Bull garage all weekend. Yet, with all of your efforts you still managed to lock eyes with him when he was coming back after securing pole position during qualifying. His smile was bright but you could see that the twinkle in his green eyes were not there anymore. When he saw you his smile dropped and you could see the sadness wash over him. You felt bad of course. He’d just gotten pole at Ferrari’s home GP and you just had to drag down his mood. You could see him starting to approach you but you were gone faster than the cars went around the track.  

As Sunday came you could feel the Tifosi buzzing with excitement at having their driver on pole. You couldn’t help but feel proud of him. You knew how much this meant to him, how much Ferrari and the Tifosi meant for him and even if you were no longer together you wanted the best for him. He was a once in a lifetime type of love and you knew that you would never find anyone who could live up to him, ever.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned your attention to Max who was smiling down at you. 

“Are you ready for me to beat Leclerc?” He asked jokingly. He’s starting second and with the way Red Bull have been performing this season you won’t be surprised if he blows past the Ferrari immediately. Yet, you still had hopes for Charles, he’s been incredible the entire weekend and you really do believe that he can get his second Monza win today. 

“Whatever you say” You tried to sound interested but your thoughts were elsewhere.

Max chuckled, sensing your distraction. "Hey, what's on your mind? You seem a bit out of it."

You managed a weak smile. "Just lost in thought, I guess."

“Alright?” Max seemed skeptical but time was running out and he had to get in the car so he couldn’t ask any further questions. “Wish me good luck.” He said before getting ready for the race.

As the race unfolded, you couldn't help but watch Charles closely. Despite the ache in your heart, you wanted to see him succeed. He had worked hard for this moment, and you couldn't deny the rush of emotions every time he sped past in his vibrant red Ferrari. The crowd's cheers, the adrenaline in the air – it was all so bittersweet.

The race was a nail-biter, with Charles and Max battling it out on the track. Lap after lap, the two drivers exchanged positions multiple times during the race, showcasing their incredible skills. The tension was palpable, but you found yourself unable to take your eyes off Charles. It was as if time had stood still, and you were transported back to the days when you watched him race with unbridled excitement.

And then, as the final laps approached, something extraordinary happened. Charles made a daring move and managed to secure the lead, pulling ahead of Max. The Tifosi erupted into cheers, and you couldn't help but smile through your tears. Charles had done it – he had won at Monza once again.

The jubilant atmosphere on the grandstands was infectious as the race concluded. The cheers, the applause, and the sense of victory permeated the air. As Charles celebrated on the podium, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Pride for his achievement, happiness for his success, and a pang of sadness for what once was.

After the podium ceremony, you watched from a distance as Charles greeted his team, embraced his fellow drivers, and soaked in the victory and champagne. Your heart swelled with a sense of nostalgia. You remembered the times when you were there to celebrate with him, hidden away from prying eyes, sharing stolen moments of joy.

The post-race media frenzy began, and you slipped away from the crowd, finding a quiet and hidden spot to gather your thoughts. The memories of your time with Charles were flooding back, and you couldn't help but wonder if things could have been different. If circumstances had allowed, if the world hadn't been watching, if you could have been together openly.

Lost in your thoughts, you were startled when a familiar voice interrupted your reverie. "Y/N."

You turned around to see Charles standing there, a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration on his face. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world around you had faded away.

"Charles," you replied softly, not knowing exactly what to say.

He took a step closer, his gaze intense. "I know we should be avoiding each other, but I can't keep doing that. Seeing you there in the crowd when I was standing at the top of the podium, at Monza of all tracks, it made me realize something."

You met his gaze, curious but cautious. "What is it?"

"I can't let you go," he confessed, his voice earnest. "I can't pretend that what we had wasn't real. I can't deny that I love you, and I've missed you so damn much."

Your heart ached at his words, the flood of emotions almost overwhelming. "Charles…"

"I know it's complicated," he continued, his voice filled with determination. "I know there are challenges, but I can't just walk away from what we had. I don't want to. As I was standing there, celebrating, all I wanted was you. To hold you in my arms and spin you around. "

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at the man before you, the man who had once been your lover and your best friend. "Charles, I love you too. But you know as well as I do that it's not that simple."

"I know," he acknowledged, his expression a mix of frustration and hope. "But what if we try to make it work? What if we face those challenges together? I don't want to let fear control us."

You took a deep breath, conflicted emotions warring within you. "Charles, it's not just about fear. It's about the impact on our families, on Max, on your career. It's about the world watching our every move."

He reached out and gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm willing to face those challenges. I'm willing to fight for us, for a future together. Y/N, I can't imagine my life without you."

You looked into his eyes, searching for answers, searching for the truth. In that moment, you saw the sincerity, the depth of his feelings, and the unwavering determination in his gaze.

"Charles…" you began, your voice trembling. "I want to believe that we could have a future together, but what about Max, what would he say?"

He nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know. But what if we start by taking one step at a time? What if we face those challenges head-on, together? I'm not asking for an easy path, but I'm asking for a chance. A chance to be with you to celebrate wins with you and to mourn losses. As long as I’m with you I know I can manage everything your family or the media throws at me"

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you looked at the man who had once held your heart and still did. The memories, the love, the shared moments – they were all there, etched into your heart.

"Charles, I can't promise anything," you whispered, your voice catching. "But I'm willing to try, to see if we can navigate this complicated road together."

A mixture of relief and joy swept across Charles' face, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. In that moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift, and it was just the two of you, holding onto each other in a hidden corner of the chaos of the F1 paddock.

As you both pulled away from the hug, he looked at you with a glint of determination in his eyes. "Y/N, I know this might be unconventional, but I want to ask you something."

You looked at him curiously, your heart pounding. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath and then dropped down to one knee before you, pulling out a small box from his pocket. Your breath caught as he opened it to reveal a stunning ring.

"Y/N, I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you, no matter how hard it may get." he said, his eyes locking onto yours. Will you marry me?" Charles asked, his voice filled with hope.

Tears streamed down your face as you looked at the man who had captured your heart and soul. It was a whirlwind of emotions – the memories of your secret love, the challenges ahead, the uncertainty of the future. But in this moment, all that mattered was the love you shared.

"Yes, Charles," you said, your voice filled with conviction. "I will marry you."

His eyes lit up with pure happiness, and he slipped the ring onto your finger before standing up and pulling you into a passionate kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the promise of a new beginning.

As your lips met in that fervent kiss, it was as if time stood still. All the doubts, all the worries, they melted away in the warmth of your shared affection.

Charles held you close, his arms strong and comforting, sealing the promise of a new beginning. Little did you know, your private moment had been witnessed by an unexpected observer. 

Max had been on his way back to the garage, his mind focused on the previous race, when he saw the two of you sharing that passionate kiss. His initial reaction was a mix of shock, hurt, and anger. He felt a pang of betrayal, the feeling that his own sister and his rival had been keeping something from him. In his mind, questions raced like a storm. 

How long has this been going on? How could you both keep this from him? Why hadn't you trusted him with your feelings? His emotions were a tangled mess, and he found himself standing there, grappling with the rush of emotions coursing through him. 

Just as you were lost in the moment, a voice cut through the air, tinged with surprise and a hint of annoyance. "Well, well, what do we have here?"

You turned to see Max standing there, a mixture of disbelief and disbelief on his face as he looked between the two of you. His expression shifted from surprise to confusion, and then to anger.

"Max…" you started, your heart sinking as you realized the gravity of the situation.

Max's jaw tightened as he took in the scene before him. "So, this is why you've been so distant? Sneaking around with Charles, my rival?"

Charles stepped forward, his expression a mix of earnestness and determination. "Max, I know this looks bad, but please, let us explain."

Max's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions, his frustration evident. "Explain? What could you possibly say to justify keeping this from me?"

You took a deep breath, mustering the courage to speak. "Max, I know this is hard to understand, but Charles and I… we love each other. It's not something we planned, but it happened. We've been trying to keep it a secret to protect you."

Max's anger seemed to soften slightly, replaced with a mixture of surprise and hurt. "So, you were both lying to me? "All this time? Y/N you’re my sister I expected you to be honest with me"

Charles stepped closer, his voice sincere. "Max, it wasn't about lying. It was about protecting our love and what we had. We didn't want it to affect our teams or our friendship."

“And we really tried to stay away from each other but we can't Max. I will never be happy without Charles in my life.” You pleaded with your older brother

Max's gaze shifted between the two of you, his emotions clearly in turmoil. "This is a lot to process, you know. My sister and Charles Leclerc, secretly in love? How am I supposed to feel about this?"

You took a step toward Max, your voice gentle. "Max, we understand that this is a shock. We didn't want to hurt you. We never wanted to betray your trust."

Max's anger seemed to soften as he looked at you, a mixture of vulnerability and uncertainty in his gaze. "Y/N, you're my sister. I don't want to see you hurt, and I don't want our relationship to be strained."

Charles nodded in agreement. "Max, I care about you, and I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship. But I also care about Y/N deeply. We're willing to face the challenges, whatever they may be."

Max sighed, his anger slowly giving way to a mix of resignation and understanding. "I can't say I'm happy about this, but I can see that you both have genuine feelings for each other."

You stepped closer to Max, your voice filled with emotion. "Max, you're my brother, and I love you. I never wanted to hurt you, but I can't deny my feelings for Charles."

Max looked between you and Charles, his expression shifting from anger to a mix of resignation and acceptance. "Fine, I can't change how you both feel. But I better not see any more secrets or lies. If you're going to be together, be honest about it. I won't stand in your way, but don't expect me to be your biggest cheerleader either."

Charles nodded, a grateful smile on his face. "Thank you, Max. We appreciate your understanding more than you know."

Max let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Just don't make me regret this."

As you stood there, the weight of the moment settling in, Max approves of your relationship with his rival.

"And you," he said, looking at Charles, his gaze hardening, "if you hurt my sister, you'll have me to answer to."

Charles held Max's gaze, his determination unwavering. "I won't, Max. I promise."

Max's gaze shifted back to you, his voice softer. "Take care of each other, okay?"

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "We will."

Max let out a sigh, his frustration melting away as he looked at the two of you. "Fine, you have my begrudging approval. Just don't make a mess of it."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you stepped forward and embraced Max tightly. "Thank you, Max. I promise we'll do our best."

As you pulled away, Max's expression had softened, a hint of a smile on his lips. 

Charles slapped his hand on Max’s back. “So I guess this makes you my future brother in law.” 

“Brother in law!” Max exclaimed and you froze before giggling. Guess you had forgotten to mention that you’d gotten engaged right before he caught you.

After the initial shock faded Max sighed "Well, I guess I should say congratulations. Just don't make me attend a secret wedding, okay?"

You chuckled, wiping away a tear. "Deal."

With Max's reluctant approval, you and Charles were ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. It wouldn't be easy, navigating a relationship in the spotlight of the F1 world, but you were determined to make it work. As you looked at Charles, the man you loved, and the ring on your finger, you felt a sense of hope and excitement for the future.

The journey wouldn't be without its obstacles, but together, you were ready to take on the world. And as the two of you walked back towards the paddock, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel that the best was yet to come.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I re-read your Fellow Honest study, and one thing to mention is that Riddle is immensely proud of having no one drop out or transfer out of Heartslabyul/NRC, right? His dorm is the only one at full capacity? This means dropping out of NRC isn't that uncommon, whether it's a money issue or a grades issue, and that's more people discarded simply because they couldn't keep up.

[Referencing this analysis!]

Mmm, that's true 🤔 I wonder how NRC's dropout rates compare to those of other magic schools and regular schools that do not train mages... I can't imagine that NRC has a ton of dropouts though, because otherwise I feel like more dorm leaders and staff would express concern about it? Like if a ton of students were dropping out, it would reflect poorly on their leadership and teaching skills, wouldn't it...? Maybe it's not mentioned because it isn't that relevant to the main story or Riddle in particular is super fixated on it (given how strict he is). At the very least, we know that NRC has a non-zero dropout rate. Even at a school that supposedly has the best and brightest mages-in-training, some will not make the cut.

As cruel as this may sound (sorry, Fellow), it's 100% understandable from a school's perspective why they wouldn't want to keep supporting students who continuously do not succeed and ultimately dismiss them. Many programs irl (especially those in higher education) set standards that students must meet and maintain until graduation if they want to remain in their program. It could harm the school's educational reputation if they do not produce "results".

In some cases, schools that fail to maintain a certain "pass" rate on specialized exams their students take may lose accreditation (an official “quality seal”) for their program(s). For example, irl nursing programs in the U.S. and Canada are put on probation if they have a class of students with an 80% or lower passing score on the NCLEX exam. They are given 2 years to "fix" this low passing rate; if this is not corrected, then the school's accreditation is revoked completely. A loss of accreditation can result in many other negatives, such as less financial aid dispersement and fewer job opportunities (/your diploma not being seen as “legitimate”).

That's unfortunately how it works. Granted, a school shouldn’t spite a student for not being able to keep up with the workload (which sadly may have been the reality for Fellow), but it really is in the institutions’ best interests to drop a student they fear won’t perform well.

[skzdust]

Snapshots: "Oh, do not fucking do that." + Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader, Lee Know x reader

Other 6 SKZ coming soon!!

Word Count: ~300 each

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Masterlist

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Bang Chan:

“ENG 411: Medieval Women Writers” didn’t sound like the type of class that would spawn a bitter rivalry, but it seemed every class you and Bang Chan argued about something.

He seemed really sweet… to everyone except you. On the first day of the course you’d disagreed on the definition of “Middle Ages,” and it seemed from then on that he had some kind of vendetta against you. The thoughtfulness you caught glimpses of in his interactions with your classmates seemed to be reversed with you—he knew exactly which buttons to push to bother you. What insecurities to tap on to reach nerves.

Not that you had any less of a vendetta against him. You were just as harsh, your words during in-class debates clawed and pointed. You would go far out of your way to annoy him.

And your professor’s announcement last week that you’d be picking partners for a project today didn’t escape your notice as a potential avenue for annoyance.

You made sure to arrive to the classroom just before the class started, a smile twisting your lips as you took the empty seat next to Bang Chan. He shoots you a look, but the professor starts talking, and he looks away.

“Alright, I hope you’ve given some thought to your partner choices for the project.” The professor opens her computer and looks to the student to her left, which just so happens to be you. “Y/n? Who are you working with?”

“Bang Chan.” You say, a smug grin tugging at your mouth.

He knocks his knee against yours under the table. You wipe the smile from your face and look at him innocently, making a “who, me?” expression.

“Oh, do not fucking do that.” He whispers.

“Too late.” You whisper back. “If you’re really so worried about it, say something.”

He glares at you, but this is a challenge, and you know he won’t back down. He looks to the professor, his usual easy smile returning, and says sweetly, “Yes, I’ll be working with y/n.”

Your evil smile returns. It would be an interesting project.

Lee Know:

The Chief leans back. “I know you two have a rather… rocky relationship, but you’re both aces at your jobs. I need you working together on this case.”

“Oh.” Minho gives him a look. “Do not fucking do that.”

“I can assign both of you however I want. Don’t make me demote you.”

You smother a smile as Minho exhales in exasperation. “I can assure you y/n doesn’t want to work with me just as mush as I don’t want to work with them.” He looked to you.

“It’ll be fun, Minho!” You grin, peppy. “We’ll succeed.”

“I’m not worried about success. I’m worried about them killing me in my sleep.”

“As long as you don’t give me a reason to, there’s no reason to worry about that.” You keep smiling. “Unlike someone, I can remain professional.”

The Chief sighs. “I need your skills, y/n, Minho. I need you to actually work together. To that end, you’ll be staying in the same hotel rooms, flying together, eating meals together, and spending every other moment in each other’s company. Can you handle that?”

You aren’t about to back down now. “Yes, Chief.”

Minho sighs. “Yes, Chief.”

“Good.” The Chief makes a motion with his hands. “Out.”

Minho closes the office door behind you. “Y/n… I propose a truce.”

You cross your arms. “A truce?”

“A truce. I think we can work well together, like Chief was saying, but we need to give ourselves a chance.”

You nod. “I’ll give you a chance, Minho. We’ll see how it goes.”

He nods back. “We’ll see how it goes.”

[rius-cave]

Hear me out! Just 5 seconds of your time! So I don’t think Adam can be a Sinner but can still get stuck in hell.

The First Man never ate the Apple of Wisdom = no free will = no applicable sin. However, he is technically made of clay that imitates flesh and where does he die? In the dirt. SO he revives due to a passive skill using Hell’s hard clay. Now, The entire realm (the dirt, animals, weather, everything) recognizes him as part of itself and it won’t let him go back to Heaven! QUE PLANT!ADAM BEING HELL’S DISNEY PRINCESS- sorry Charlie. All layers of Hell basically lean into his hand like a lazy cat but now that he’s in a better environment Adam just vibes and pets things!?

Adam out in his flower patch with a giga murder bee he picked up from the Gluttony Ring since he’s not restricted, much to everyone’s horror.

Also, totally not Yandere!Lucifer vibrating like a cockatiel with a solo cup because he basically gets to do Eden all over again but this time he’ll succeed! Plus plants have both bits. Charlie could use a sibling right? :D

Bonus: did you know that if anyone eats both the Apple of Wisdom and the Apple of Life they will be in sin in perpetuity? Lucifer = Wisdom. Adam = Life (he constantly talks about dezz nuts all the time so I mean…)

- Anon 🔴☘️ (I hope this wasn’t to long I don’t really use Tumblr)

Hmm... Anon I have to say I feel like I'm missing something here. I don't think I'm quite understanding the mechanics of this situation. Adam dies but he isn't reborn...? He revives using a passive skill, and this means...? Does he still have his physical body? Are you implying his spirit lives in everyone in Hell like Eren from Attack on Titan? sdkjsfsd

[veneritia]

april 2024 camp nano wip intro - when comes the dawn

this is just something silly :)

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Slide transcripts under the cut!

[TRANSCRIPT BEGINS]

Slide 1: Title slide

When Comes the Dawn, book 1 of 2

Slide 2: wdym my fantasy story has to have magic?

Set in a fantasy world loosely set in the late antiquities/early middle ages., where everyone alive has the capability to harness magic. But actually using it requires strict and intensive education (and maybe a phD or 5) so most people only know very basic spells.

In Trinitarian belief, it’s believed that the goddess Meidther gave her blood to bring humans to life, and because of that people are imbued with magic. No living person can be alive without magic because it’s literally impossible! Wait -- the emperor of Aetier has a what????

So there’s this weird phenomenon where on very rare occasions, babies will be born without magic. Called “deadbornes”, these babies are incompatible with life and usually end up passing away minutes to days later. With one notable exception (we’ll circle back to this later)

Slide 3: the set-up

The Empire of Aetier (or if you ask any local: “the gods’ specialist little empire”) has a very unique way of handling succession in the imperial family. That way is murder. Just murder. All heirs plot against one another in a formal-informal system called “The King’s Game.” It’s supposed to be a competition of skills, but it’s kind of warped itself into state-sanctioned fratricide (NOT to be confused with a battle royale. That’s just uncouth /j)

The last King’s Game ended 22 years ago, when Dantalion vi Aetier defeated and killed his half-sister in battle. As the victor, he crowned himself the new Vasilier of the empire and proceeded to bring in a new golden age of prosperity for his people. And nothing is wrong and everything is beautiful, and there is no way this can go wrong

... right?

It all starts on the day Fenice was born... where instead of being the healthy and uber powerful child Dantalion expected her to be, Fenice turns out to be a deadborne. Deadbornes are considered harbingers of ill omens, and siring one is a terrible way to start your new reign. And even stranger still is the fact that Fenice...doesn’t die? Someone call the priest and ask them what does it mean if your death omen refuses to go away

Slide 4: The plot

The end of the Hesperia-Aetier war brought new lands under the Empire’s rule, and with it, new ways to gain power and prestige in the Imperial Court. The biggest thorn in the empire atm is that Hesperia’s last king is still wandering the lands somewhere, waiting to strike.

Imperessa Fenice vi Aetier (who’s still alive and kicking) just lost her mom in the war, and now she’s desperate to prove herself to her estranged father that she’s more than a disappointment and wasted potential. And what better way to do that than to succeed him as the next Vasilier?

The problem? Only those that undergo an Ascension are considered legitimate contenders for the throne. The other problem? Dantalion won’t give her one.

Fenice: “Trade offer: I receive my own province to rule and an Ascension. You receive the head of the deposed king of Hesperia.” Dantalion: “Deal. But you have to marry his brother though” Fenice: “What”

[in big, bold, italicized font] disclaimer: this is not a romance

Slide 5: The plot pt. 2

Now wedded and gifted with a province of her own to rule , Fenice actually has to set-up her own power base and follow through with her end of the deal to find and kill the runaway king, as well as extinguish the rebellions he’s so keen on igniting.

But the more she looks for him, the more she realizes he’s being backed by someone much more powerful. But who?

And on totally unrelated note, there seems to be some weird rumors going around of some guy claiming to be Aretos vi Aetier, the son of the very same person Dantalion killed during the King’s Game 20+ years back. But that’s obviously fake news. Surely no one will fall for it!

Slide 6: The POV characters

[image description, the slide is split into two parts with fenice on the left and nikephoros on the right. end image description]

[heading ] fenice vi aetier

[image description: a face claim of the character is displayed on an arched frame, the model is female,has long red hair, pale skin, and an intense gaze]

20, she/her, imperessor of Aetier, Kaisarim of Isidore

the deadborne child that just won’t die

The most calculative and petty bitch you will ever meet

Has the constitution of a sick Victorian lady

Has an inferiority complex so bad it loops back around to a superiority complex

May have met god. not entirely sure

(Debuff) (unremovable) an off-putting aura that cancels out all magic in her immediate vicinity

Ginger

She’s soooo aroace

[heading ] nikephoros deominos

[image description: a face claim of the character is displayed on an arched frame, the model is male, has short light brown hair, is wearing a red sweater, and has his chin tucked into the crook of his arm, while leaning off the arm of a sofa. end image description.]

24, he/him, prince-consort, prince of Hesperia

has been having the worst day of his life for 5 years in a row and counting

his country? conquered. his brother? in hiding. his sister? captive. himself? trying not to die of liver failure

the opposite of a wife guy, the only person he hates more than his wife is his father-in-law loves his family, would be nice to see them though.

generally a nice guy but recent events has him very stressed and angry 24/7

has murderous urges almost all the time

At the bottom middle of the slide it says "married in body but divorced in spirit."

Slide 7: Major characters (spar's notes edition)

(no pictures bc face claimsare hard :(

[heading] dantalion vi aetier

47, he/him, vasilier of the empire

a living legend that all history nerds of the future would study

the dilfiest dilf to ever dilf

has many kids. is a father to maybe one of them

has many wives. is a husband to one, maybe two of them

canonically extremely pretty

surprisingly the only vi aetier to recieve the “kinslayer” epithet despite all previous generations also...slaying kin

Is a wife guy but for a specific wife only

conquered Hesperia as a pride thing

[heading] titania of taul

45, she/her, late vasilia of the empire

the most badass woman to ever walk the face of the earth

mother to fenice and first wife to the guy on the left

she dies before the book starts but she’s still present in the story because death has nothing on her

has many fun epithets such as “the strongest mage,” and “the scourge of men”

Titania is to Hesperians as Hannibal was to the Romans

A+ fighter, B+ mom

Not brought up or relevant in the story, but did you know no one knows who her mother is. One day, her dad just walked out into the wilderness to hunt and then a couple weeks or months later came back with Titania. no explanation was given

Slide 8: major characters cont.

[heading] andras vi drochona

44, he/him, imperessor of Aetier

Dantalion’s only full-blooded sibling, and also his only living sibling

the vasilier’s right hand man

lopped off his own sword arm to prove his loyalty

Designated a forever bachelor by the government

terrible at being comforting

likes to mess with his nieces and nephews

[heading] charles vi aetier

18, he/him, imperessor of Aetier

dantalion’s second child

everyone’s favorite person and can do no wrong

has to always be ok or he’ll detonate like a nuke

achilles coded bi-disaster, take that however you will

a disney prince trapped in game of thrones someone please help this boy out he just wants his family to get along

absolute mama’s boy

[heading] sola eidos

27, he/him

that is not his real name, he made it up

could be the star of his own book ngl

primarily deals in information nowadays but sometimes he misses the adrenaline rush that comes from a well-executed assassination. this is what lands him in fenice’s hands

his secrets have secrets, that’s why his hair is so big

slide 9: major characters cont.

[heading] isandros deominos

28, he him, king of Hesperia

Nike’s older half-brother

Had the worst start of a reign ever. He’s proclaimed king and then immediately has to flee into hiding

hates Aetier with a burning passion

is Stressed TM and in dire need for some hot cocoa

[heading] leda vi bryennia

48, she/her, honored fidari

long story short, she once witnessed Titania fight and covered in blood and had such a massive girl-crush she swore to be Titania’s knight the second she was asked

helped raise fenice and is now serves her as her guardian/protector. that is her child thank you very much

had a shounen-style rivals-to-friends-to-lovers arc with fellow fidari Thetis. It’d be great if it wasn’t for their explosive break-up

[heading] sartore vitae

28, he/him

he can mansplain, manipulate, and manwhore his way into and out of any situation

has a cool eye-patch

is maybe a little too invested with Fenice’s relationship with her father

he WISHES he was as cool as lelouch lamperouge

+ many more characters! (seriously this cast is huge)

slide 10: featuring

way too much extraneous worldbuilding

court intrigue

morally dark gray protagonist

family as your allies and family as your enemies

lots of near-death experiences

no romantic subplot!

too many code geass references

slide 11: camp nano goals

write everyday

2wrte 15,000 words total

reach 50,000 words on my draft

slide 12: fin

[image description: the final slide is full of discord screenshots of funny jokes and commentary about the wip. ]

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