#One Technique To Engage In A Deeper Conversation

[p-seduonym]

The Little Light That Got Lost (Part 2.5)

A/N: Yall I am on a roll rn. I have been consistently writing and I am proud of that (is it quality writing idk?)Now this part is kinda an extension of part two, cause it's notes on the session. Just wanted to give some insight from Hoffman about Casey's situation. Again, give @cheust all the credit for making such a cool concept.

Psychotherapy Notes

Therapist Name: Johanna Hoffman Date: [REDACTED] Patient Initials: CW Age: 5

Presenting Concerns:Casey exhibits signs of emotional detachment and possible neglect. Expresses feelings of loneliness and exclusion within their family. Relies heavily on an imaginary companion, Yaya, for emotional support and stability. Displays fear of specific family members, particularly Jason, due to perceived anger and hostility.

Behavioral Observations:

Initially cheerful and engaged when discussing positive experiences (birthday, tea parties).

Notable shift in demeanor when discussing family relationships, becoming withdrawn and fidgeting.

Exhibits frustration when discussing feelings of being ignored or unimportant.

Avoids eye contact and lowers gaze when expressing emotional distress.

Expresses belief that no one likes them, reinforcing possible low self-worth.

Themes & Topics Discussed:

Birthday celebration and enjoyment of cake and gifts.

Tea parties and knowledge of tea etiquette.

Feelings of exclusion from family activities and relationships.

Fear of Jason’s anger and avoidance of Damian.

Deep attachment to Yaya as a consistent source of comfort.

Expressed belief that no one wants to spend time with them.

Frustration with family members being too busy or unavailable.

Interventions Used:

Play-based conversational approach to encourage self-expression.

Active listening and validation of emotions.

Gentle prompting to explore alternative sources of support within the family.

Encouragement of emotional identification and communication.

Child’s Response to Interventions:

Initially engaged and enthusiastic but became more withdrawn as emotional topics surfaced.

Expressed frustration and sadness when discussing family dynamics.

Responded positively to validation and gentle reassurance.

Hesitant to consider reaching out to family for support but open to the idea of talking to Dick.

Parent/Caregiver Involvement:

No direct caregiver involvement during this session. Future discussions with caregivers may be beneficial to address Casey’s emotional needs and perception of neglect.

Progress & Treatment Plan Updates:

Casey is beginning to articulate feelings of loneliness and exclusion but remains resistant to seeking support from family members.

Strong attachment to Yaya suggests a deeper emotional need that is not being met.

Continued focus on building trust and providing a safe space for expression is necessary.

Next Steps & Goals for Future Sessions:

Further explore Casey’s perception of family relationships and feelings of isolation.

Assess the role of Yaya in Casey’s emotional development and coping strategies.

Encourage gradual communication with trusted family members about emotions.

Introduce expressive therapy techniques to facilitate emotional processing.

Consider involving caregivers to address Casey’s emotional needs and validate their experiences.

Additional Notes: Casey exhibits signs of emotional neglect and low self-worth. Their reliance on Yaya may indicate an unmet need for emotional stability and support. Further exploration of family dynamics and possible caregiver engagement is recommended.

Therapist Signature:

Date: [REDACTED]

[enlightenedfeline]

Tips for writing internal dialouge:

1- Don't just get in your character's head, become your character. Getting into a characters head and becoming the character are of course two completely different things, doing the prior is easier than the latter, but they completely change how readers perceive your character.

When you write internal dialouge in your characters head, it's a lot more concise and follows a pacing that's easier to keep up with, the thoughts are clearer, and your character seems to be jumping from one topic to the next.

However, this isn't natural to how everyone thinks, especially when it comes to younger characters, or characters in high stress situations.

This doesn't mean that writing someone who can think clearly in a stressful situation is unrealistic, there are people with that ability, but remember that this is an ability that's gained, not necessarily something that your character will possess naturally.

This is something I can go into deeper detail about in another post, because I don't wanna focus on one point for too long.

Becoming your character essentially means thinking their thoughts, not thinking of their thoughts. Experiencing their feelings, and throwing it down on the page, no matter how incoherent it is.

This technique works in heavily emotional scenes, and if done right can communicate the message you want to your reader without you explicitly stating it, which can make the scene more powerful, and more real.

2- Don't share irrelevant information. While you will sometimes have to share seemingly unnecessary information for realism, this doesn't mean that you should bore your reader just because they're in your characters head.

It will take hard work and a ton of writing to find the inner monologue/dialouge/description balance that suits your writing style, but you will find it.

Just keep in mind that if you feel the information won't help your reader understand/relate to your character any better, then you probably shouldn't include it in the final draft.

3- Have them comment on the world around them. Yes! Little comments and observations may seem unnecessary to you, you made this character, you know all this already, but this can reveal a lot about your character, using show don't tell.

This doesn't mean have them comment on everything, unless of course this is a habit they have.

But if it's not, then have them comment occasionally on small details, just internally, have them notice things your average person wouldn't if they're a particularly smart character, or have them not notice obvious details if they're not intelectually gifted.

4- Show different types of intelligence! Internal monologue can be the most effective method of showing off what ways your character is smart in without making it seem like they're showing off, or needing to have other people bring up their intelligence in conversation.

Show us what they notice and what conclusions they come to. Do they panic under pressure or keep a level head? When there's a disaster do they help or run away, why?

Leave it up to the reader to analyze what things mean so they can feel more engaged!

5- Every character is different. If every person thinks differently, then every character should think differently.

Don't put it entirely upon your shoulders to make your reader understand, your job is to be clear, your reader's job is to care enough to analyze.

Like I said above, make the reader feel engaged, let them figure out the character while you cleverly leave hints here and there of the type of person your character is.

6- How much space does internal dialouge have in your story? You have to decide now how much room you're willing to give internal dialouge in your story, and how many characters you're willing to give the space to talk in your story, this greatly impacts how your readers perceive characters and situations.

Internal dialouge is a big part of any story, and I've still gotta figure it out myself, this is probably the first of many tip posts specifically for internal dialouge.

Maybe some of this advice will help, maybe it won't, either way, I hope this feline has enlightened you!

[aventurineswife]

What do u think of...Aven, Ratio and Reca w/ a Tomboy s/o?

(If ur requests r open ofc)

HSR Characters with a Tomboy S/O

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Dr. Veritas Ratio x Reader, Mr. Reca x Reader, Tomboy!Reader, Romance, Adventure, Playful Banter, Established Relationship, Supportive Relationships

A/N: Requests are still open don't worry, anon! 🫶😇 Idk much about Mr.Reca so forgive me if I did his character wrong.

Aventurine

Aventurine admires your confidence and tomboyish style, finding your energy invigorating. You two challenge each other in playful banter and encourage one another to step out of your comfort zones.

Your dates often involve spontaneous adventures, like exploring the vibrant nightlife or going to underground gaming tournaments, where Aventurine showcases his skills.

Aventurine is incredibly supportive of your dreams and ambitions, always ready to lend a hand when you're feeling down or uncertain about your goals.

Aventurine's past struggles with trust make him wary of opening up completely, but your sincerity helps him gradually lower his defenses.

You two bond over your mutual love for gambling, often engaging in friendly competitions, whether at a casino or a video game tournament.

Aventurine has a natural instinct to protect you, which can lead to moments of tension, especially when he worries about your reckless behavior.

Dr. Veritas Ratio

Ratio appreciates your independent thought and ability to challenge him intellectually, often engaging in debates that leave both of you invigorated.

He takes on a mentor role, guiding you in academic pursuits or creative endeavors while you teach him to let loose and embrace life outside academia.

Your contrasting personalities create a unique dynamic; Ratio’s seriousness and high standards balance your carefree, spontaneous nature.

Ratio’s stern demeanor softens in private, revealing a more vulnerable side as he shares personal stories and passions, creating deeper intimacy between you two.

You might collaborate on artistic projects, blending Ratio’s intellectual creativity with your raw, authentic style, creating something genuinely original and meaningful.

Your relationship thrives on mutual respect, as you two recognize the strength in each other’s differences, pushing one another to grow.

Mr. Reca

Mr. Reca’s cynical outlook is often challenged by your optimism, leading to interesting conversations where he finds himself appreciating your perspective on life.

You inspire Mr. Reca to explore new storytelling techniques, encouraging him to break away from traditional filmmaking and experiment with new narratives.

Your interactions often involve lighthearted teasing, with Mr. Reca’s sarcasm and your witty comebacks creating a fun, dynamic relationship.

As a Memokeeper, he shares his memories with you, allowing for moments of vulnerability and connection, bridging the gap between his cynicism and your earnestness.

You become a sounding board for his frustrations about the film industry, helping him navigate his feelings and inspiring him to pursue more authentic projects.

Mr. Reca surprises you with adventurous outings to unconventional places, pushing you out of your comfort zones, which leads to memorable moments and deeper connections.

[doumadono]

A/N: this small thing drew inspiration from a recent conversation I had with my wonderful @indignant-alpaca, delving into the common struggles faced by students across various disciplines. Despite our diverse fields of study, we all encounter similar challenges sooner or later. Drawing from my own experiences, I decided to craft a variation focused on enhancing the learning process, using one of my favorite characters, Bakugo, as a source of inspiration 💣

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

In class

Be actively involved in class discussions and activities. Katsuki would assertively participate, ensuring he grasps concepts firsthand.

Treat each class as a competition to stay engaged. Challenge yourself to excel, just like Bakugo's competitive spirit drives him to be the best hero.

Don't hesitate to ask questions when you're unclear. Katsuki would demand clarity, and you should too! It's a proactive approach to understanding the material.

Observe and analyze the teacher's explanations and demonstrations. Katsuki assesses his opponents' moves; similarly, analyze the "moves" in your lessons for a deeper understanding.

Take dynamic and concise notes. Katsuki strategizes in the heat of battle, and your notes should capture essential information for later review.

Studying

Approach your study sessions with intensity and focus. Katsuki's training is high-intensity, and your studies should match that energy.

Divide your study time into focused blocks for specific subjects. Master each "arc" before moving on to the next, just like Katsuki hones specific skills.

Work on problem-solving exercises regularly. Katsuki tackles various challenges, and you should too. Practical application reinforces theoretical knowledge.

Utilize interactive study methods. Katsuki learns by doing, and hands-on activities or simulations can enhance your understanding of complex topics.

Plan your study sessions strategically, focusing on high-priority subjects during peak concentration times. This approach mirrors Katsuki's tactical approach to hero battles.

Channel your inner hero by immersing yourself completely in the subject matter, just as Katsuki immerses himself in his battles.

Break down complex topics into smaller components for in-depth understanding, similar to how Katsuki analyzes quirks of his opponents to identify their weaknesses.

Learning attitude

Cultivate a hero's mindset. Set ambitious goals and view your studies as a heroic journey toward self-improvement.

Develop resilience in the face of challenges. Katsuki faces setbacks but emerges stronger. Treat academic difficulties as opportunities for growth.

Believe in your capabilities. Katsuki exudes confidence, and a strong belief in your abilities can positively impact your academic performance.

Be flexible in your approach to learning. Katsuki adapts his fighting style, and similarly, adapt your study techniques to different subjects or challenges.

Regularly reflect on your progress. Katsuki analyzes his battles for improvement; evaluate your academic journey to identify areas for growth.

Learning, Bakugo-style, means embracing the fact that doubters will always exist, no matter your achievements. Instead of seeking external validation, channel that energy into mastering your skills and gaining knowledge for your own growth. The focus should be on personal improvement and the satisfaction that comes from overcoming challenges, rather than proving yourself to others.

Periodically review past material to reinforce your knowledge. Katsuki often reflects on his battles to improve his combat strategy. Apply this concept to your studies for a solid foundation.

Test yourself regularly to identify weak points. Katsuki constantly challenges himself in battles to enhance his abilities. Use quizzes to gauge your progress and strengthen areas where you struggle.

Develop mental resilience to overcome setbacks. Katsuki faces defeats but bounces back stronger. Treat failures as stepping stones, learning from them to improve and move forward.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi there! Can I request a part 2 for the Female Tanjiro Reader with Yandere - Cater, Jack, Floyd, Epel, Sebek and Silver? Everyone thinks Reader is a pushover because of how nice and helping she is… until someone torments her brother Nezukuro (That name is absolutely cute) as she’s FIERCELY protective of her brother and desires to return to her world to kill Muzan for massacring her entire family and turning her brother into a demon

BOMUS: Reader shows them her Training Regimen, using the forest and mountain areas (That Jade doesn’t use so he doesn’t get hurt) with traps similar to the Mountain she used to train back in her world (Along with some of the boulders weirdly shaped… until she admits she cut them in half for training)

Reader is VERY encouraging towards Jack, Epel, Sebek and Silver about training (And very willing to show them how her training works to get them to try it)

She doesn’t understand half of what Cater is talking about with technology and slang, but since he gives off a good scent she trusts him and just smiles asking him what he’s talking about (Like when Tanjiro was having a conversation with Kanao)

Reader straight up tells Epel his girlish features are ‘very attractive’ (Reader finds comfort in Epel since he reminds her of Inosuke, even if he’s trying to attack her) and after hearing his struggles only tells Epel he’s attractive/handsome not ‘cute’ (And happily encourages him to try her training once he sees just how strong she is)

Reader sees Silver similar to Nezukuro, and will (VERY carefully not wake him up) move him to places where he’ll sleep more comfortable (Under some shade, a bed, his room, an unoccupied room in Ramshackle) and gushes over Nezukuro having a ‘Napping Buddy/Friend’

Reader is iffy about Sebek since he startled her brother (And reminds the Kamados of Yushiro) and will absolutely get into a full-blown argument with him if he insults her brother saying Malleus is obviously better/more handsome (Thus engaged a side of Reader no one never knew existed; the Sebek Side of her over how amazing Nezukuro is) as well as break a rid of his or two at the beginning for laying a hand on her brother (Nez just wanted to hug Malleus and give/receive head-pats)

Floyd is just going to have a BLAST with his Shrimpy and other Shrimpy

As for Jack, he might just call his mom and dad to let them know he might’ve just found his mate (I can see Jack respecting Nezukuro since he’s strong and protective over his older sister, as well as overcoming his Demonic Self and not devouring humans, takes a lot of willpower and mental strength)

Tanjiro Reader (2) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Cater Diamond

“W-whoa I didn’t think a human body was capable of that!” 

“Thank you?”

He’s enamored and incomparable to you

You’re deeper than any post he could’ve made

Sweeter than any candy he might post 

And if it weren’t for your complete lack of knowledge about technology

He would have convinced himself he wasn’t worthy of you

But as you struggle to understand how to even take a photo 

He’s taken a thousand of you

He’ll teach you enough

But he’ll probably block all the comments on your posts

Tracking down and bringing an end to any of the comments who seem a little too encouraging

In terms of your ability to smell, well it seems that since you’ve gotten to NRC theres an overwhelming sense of deception, dishonesty, and even some blood

But in your investigations, you’ve found nothing

Maybe that’s just the smell all of Twisted Wonderland has

Jack Howl

“(Y/n) you’re speed and strength is like none other! Show me your techniques please!”

“Of course! You can come with me on my training route while you practice your water breathing!” He’s floored by how powerful you are even without your sword

While you can explain what Nezukuro is going through he can only speculate in congruence with your own strength

In your world…you have to be that strong to protect yourself from the evil demons?

Then maybe it is best you don’t ever return

But it hurts when his heart swells when you rave about Muzan’s defeat with such fire

But how can he care for his mate if they’re all too eager to return in hopes of killing a creature beyond any reasonable human’s limitations?

He still stuck on that

But while he’s deciding he’ll train alongside you

Becoming a wolf worthy of your love 

And hopefully strong enough to join you when you return

That is if he decides to let you leave

Floyd Leech 

“Mantis Shrimp! And Bamboo Coral! Training today?”

“Yup! Would you like to join us?”

“Yeah!”

Oddly enough keeps up pretty well with you

Only stopping when he decides he’s had enough and demands you carry him

“Come on Mantis Shrimp you can do it!” 

He doesn’t hide his desire to keep you 

Always challenging you 

You take it lightly evading him as you say how he reminds you of land animal

It’s his attempts at testing your strength

How else is he going to get you to do what he says

Maybe it’ll be different in water but he’s one to take out all competition

Even the mirror that might just bring you home

Epel Felmier

“Your handsome face remind me of a boar back home!”

“A boar?” 

“Yeah, he’s very strong and he’s awfully excitable.”

“Yeah?! More excitable than me?!”

Is kind of annoyed that there’s anyone resembling him

But he’s blushing at the compliment 

He will not stand for anyone comparing your training routines to what men should be able to do 

You should know by now 

Your gorgeous anomaly that’s physically much stronger than him

But he’d sooner pass out from a flying log than admit that

But you don’t have magic let alone his ability to protect and encase anyone he so pleases

So if worse comes to worse and you or Nezukuro tries to leave

He has just the antidote

But he’s sure his manly charms will have you swooning and begging not to ever leave his side

Maybe he should ask for some guidance from Vil

Sebek Zigvolt

“THIS–! I-I CAN’T KEEP UP?! HOW CAN THIS BE?!”

“It’s okay Sebek! Everyone has to start from somewhere!” 

“SILENCE! I’ve been training for years…”

“..That’s okay.”

“THAT PAUSE WAS MEANT TO DEMEAN ME WASN’T IT!?”

So insecure and infatuated he can’t handle being around you

You truly are in a league of your own 

Which surely justifies how you occupy his thoughts all the time

When you mention his resemblence to Yushiro, he protests

“I-I’M NOT INLOVE WITH MALLEUS-SAMA! But rather someone else of comparable quality.”

You and Nezukuro have a hard time at first 

But he grows on you

As does his obsession with you

In his twisted psyche it makes sense he one day best you 

Because that means obvious ownership 

Which is why he can’t help but do anything you ask 

It’s only because he hasn’t overcome you yet

But when that happens he’ll be sure to let everyone know of your engagement

Silver

“You carried me? With Nezukuro on your back?”

“Yeah, well I didn’t want you sleeping in the rain. I’d rather my lap than some mud!”

“///”

He’s swooning when he’s not sparring 

You’re so good at the sword and maintaining your muscularity

Not to mention everytime you look at him he just can’t seem to talk right

Father suggests making your stay permanent 

But maybe he’d give your world a try, there’s plenty of magic in Twisted Wonderland

Maybe he’d help defeat the horror that befell your family and whisk you away 

And then you could start a happy family

You Nezukuro and Silver 

He’d kill for that harmony

[bumblebeeswrite]

KILLER ROMANCE | CHAPTER 3 | DISCONTENT

summary: Jason isn't happy with his summer situation. That's something you can take advantage of.

Word count: 1,685

CW: major manipulation

I was gonna save this one but it’s finished, enjoy your second breakfast today

The next morning, true to his word, Jason met you outside the mess hall after the chaos of the morning circle had subsided. The sun was climbing higher in the sky, promising another sweltering day at Camp Pineway, but a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, offering a momentary respite from the heat. He had his old film camera slung over his shoulder, the worn leather strap looking comfortably familiar against his faded shirt. 

“Ready for your photography lesson, Arrow?” He asked, a smile gracing his lips. “Absolutely, teach.” you replied with a playful grin, your heart doing that usual little flutter at the sight of him. You felt so much excitement, not just for the idea of spending time alone with him, but for the opportunity to dive deeper into his world, to uncover the layers beneath his quiet exterior. As you strolled around the sprawling campgrounds, Jason pointed out different compositional techniques, explaining the rule of thirds and the importance of lighting with a surprising degree of enthusiasm. He seemed more animated when talking about this, a genuine passion shining through his usual quietness. You listened attentively, asking thoughtful questions, even if your primary focus was on observing him, or noticing the subtle changes in his expressions and in his body language. 

It wasn’t long before you started to pick up on subtle cues, little glimpses into a potential well of discontent. As a group of particularly loud and rambunctious ten year old boys ran past, nearly knocking over a stack of freshly delivered firewood, a fleeting look of annoyance crossed Jason’s face. It was quickly masked, replaced by his usual neutral expression, but you had caught it. 

Later, as you paused by the lake, watching a group of counselors attempting to teach a gaggle of younger campers how to paddle canoes, Jason made a quiet, almost muttered comment. “Sometimes I wonder if any of them actually know what they’re doing.” You turned to him with a thoughtful expression. “You think so?” You asked, prompting him to explain. He shrugged, kicking a small pebble into the water. “I don’t know. Some of them seem more interested in flirting with each other than actually supervising the kids.” He gestured subtly towards a pair of teenage counselors who were indeed engaged in a rather animated conversation near the water’s edge, their attention seemingly far from their paddling pupils. “You’ve got a point.” You said slowly, nodding in agreement. “Safety first, right? It can be a little… frustrating when people aren’t taking their responsibilities seriously.” You wanted to validate his feelings, to position yourself as someone who shared his concerns about the smooth running of the camp. He looked at you, a flicker of something akin to understanding in his eyes. “Exactly,” He said, his tone a bit more upbeat now. “It’s not like we’re here to just hang out. We’ve got a job to do.” “Tell me about it,” You said with a sigh, rolling your eyes slightly. “Some of the new counselors seem to think this is just one big summer vacation for them.” He laughed, a low sound that you found strangely appealing. “You’ve noticed that too, huh?” “Absolutely.” you replied, leaning against a nearby tree. “It makes our job as head counselors a little… challenging.. Sometimes.” You wanted to remind him of your shared position, the shared responsibility that bound you together.

As your lesson continued, you kept your senses attuned to any further signs of Jason’s potential frustrations. During a brief stop near the arts and crafts cabin, you noticed him watching a group of teenage girls giggling and gossiping amongst themselves, seemingly oblivious to the younger campers who were struggling to glue popsicle sticks together. A faint frown creased his cheeks. “Teenagers,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. “Ah, the joys of summer camp,” you said with a wry smile. “Sometimes I think they’re more trouble than the little ones.” 

He nodded in agreement. “They can be pretty self-absorbed, that’s for sure.” “It’s like they forget they’re supposed to be role models,” you added, fueling his discontent. “It’s all about their little dramas.” He looked at you, a knowing smile on his lips. “You get it.” he said, and you felt a small thrill course through you. He was starting to see you as someone who understood his perspective, someone who shared his slightly cynical view of the camp dynamic. 

Later that day, during the afternoon swim session, you observed Jason as he stood lifeguard duty. His gaze seemed distant, almost bored, as he scanned the swimmers in the lake. When a particularly annoying group of older campers started splashing each other and trying to wrestle, a look of clear irritation flashed across his face before he blew his whistle sharply, calling them out. As the campers grumbled and reluctantly calmed down, you walked over to where Jason was standing, dark sunglasses pulled down over your eyes. “Rough crowd today?” you asked, trying to sound sympathetic. He sighed, running a hand through his already tousled hair. “They never listen,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “It’s like they think the rules don’t apply to them.” “I know the feeling,” You said, nodding in agreement. “It’s exhausting trying to keep everyone in line.” “It is,” He said, his gaze sweeping across the lake again. “Sometimes I wish they would all just.. Behave or something.” You paused for a moment, considering your next words carefully. You wanted to encourage his feelings without sounding negative or critical. “Maybe some people just.. Don’t appreciate the effort you put in to make this a good experience for them,” You said softly, your tone laced with a hint of shared weariness. He looked at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “Maybe you’re right.” Over the next few days, you continued to nurture Jason’s growing discontent. You made sure to be present during moments when he seemed particularly frustrated, offering a sympathetic ear and validating his feelings. You would casually mention your own minor annoyances with certain campers or counselors, creating that sense of shared frustration and camaraderie. 

During one chaotic evening in the mess hall, as a group of younger campers engaged in a food fight that sent mashed potatoes flying across the room, you caught Jason’s eyes across the crowded room. He looked utterly exasperated, a mixture of annoyance and pure exhaustion on his face. You offered him a small, knowing smile, a silent acknowledgement of the absurdity of the situation. He returned the smile, sharing the moment with you from across the room. 

Later that night, as you both found yourselves on the screen porch, seeking refuge from the lingering heat, Jason sighed heavily. “This is.. A lot sometimes.” He said, his gaze fixed on the dark woods beyond the screen. “Tell me about it.” you replied softly, leaning back in your chair. “It’s not always the perfect summer everyone imagines, is it? Especially not for us.” He turned to look at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “No,” he said quietly, “It’s definitely not.” “But,” you added, meeting his gaze. “At least we’re in it together, right?” You wanted to reinforce the bond between you, the responsibilities that connected you. 

He nodded slowly, a small, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah we are.” As the days continued to pass, you noticed a subtle shift in Jason’s demeanor. He seemed a little more relaxed around you, a little more willing to share his thoughts and frustrations. He would occasionally seek you out to vent about a particularly trying camper or a seeming incompetent counselor. And each time, you were there to listen, to offer a sympathetic ear, and to encourage his feelings. 

One afternoon, as you were both taking a break in the relative quiet of your shared cabin, Jason leaned back on the couch, a thoughtful look to his face. “You know,” he said, his gaze drifting towards the open window. “Sometimes I feel like.. No one here really gets it.” “Gets what?” You asked gently, prompting him to continue as you sat down on the floor next to the couch, near his feet. 

He hesitated for a moment, as if unsure how to articulate his feelings. “Just.. everything.” he said finally, with a sigh. “The ways things are run, the way some of the counselors act.. It just feels off sometimes.” “I know exactly what you mean.” You said softly, looking up to meet his gaze. “Sometimes I feel the same way. Like we’re the only ones here who see things clearly.” You wanted him to know that you understood. That you were both on the same page. You wanted to set yourselves apart from everyone else.  He looked at you, relief spreading slowly across his face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding slowly. “It’s like some people are just oblivious. They don’t see how everything cranks.”

He was quiet for a long time, his gaze fixed on you. And then he smiled. “Maybe we’re just too observant for our own good.” He said quietly.

“Or maybe,” you replied, your smile mirroring his own. “We just see things as they really are.”

In that moment, sitting in the quiet of your shared cabin, a new layer was added to your blossoming connection. You had successfully tapped into Jason’s underlying frustration, encouraging his feelings and positioning yourself as someone who shared his view of the world. The bond between you was strengthening, built on a foundation of shared observations and understanding. And as you looked at Jason, a sense of quiet satisfaction settled within you. Your plan was progressing exactly as you had hoped. The seeds had been sown, and you couldn’t wait to watch them bloom.

taglist: @glassbxttless @yearsbecomingcool

[minarixx]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐍𝐨 ✯ 𝐊.𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙮"

PAIRING. Tsukishima Kei x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, Cheating Tsukishima

Y/N and Tsukishima, a couple engaged to be married, until a shocking revelation of Tsukishima's infidelity rocks Y/N's world on the eve of their wedding.

WC. 3.4k

A/N. Writers block rn. I really liked the symbolism and metaphor and writing I used in this one so I hope you enjoyed it as well. I might rewrite my older and short ones cause I hate them so much. Anyways, Inspired by My Best Friend's Wedding (1997)

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Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city skylines where Y/N and Tsukishima's love story began. It was a place filled with memories and promises, but today, the air was heavy with uncertainty. Tomorrow was meant to be the day when Y/N would become Tsukishima's wife, the day they had eagerly awaited and planned for. Yet, fate had a cruel twist in store.

Y/N had always been a girl of hope and dreams. Growing up, she had always believed in love and soulmates. Her engagement to Tsukishima was supposed to be a fairy tale come true.  

When she first met Tsukishima, Y/N couldn't help but be intrigued by his stoic and reserved demeanor on the volleyball court. It was a chilly autumn afternoon, and they were both participating in a local volleyball tournament. Y/N had always been drawn to the sport, and she eagerly observed the players, seeking to learn from their techniques and tactics.

As she watched the matches unfold, her attention was drawn to a tall and lanky tall young man in the middle position. Tsukishima's movements were precise and calculated, and he displayed a level of skill that impressed even the most seasoned players. However, what caught Y/N's attention the most was the intensity in his eyes and the way he seemed to keep his emotions tightly locked away.

Curiosity got the better of her, and during a break between sets, Y/N decided to strike up a conversation with him. "You're an excellent middle blocker. Your blocks are on point."

Tsukishima glanced at her briefly, his expression remaining impassive. "Thanks," he replied curtly.

Undeterred by his reserved response, Y/N continued, determined to break through his shell. "I've seen you play a few times before. Your techniques are impressive. How long have you been playing volleyball?"

"Since elementary school," he replied tersely, not offering any more information.

Y/N sensed his reluctance to engage in conversation, but she was determined to connect with him on some level. As the tournament progressed, she made small efforts to strike up conversations during breaks, asking about his favorite plays or how he got into volleyball. It was a slow process, but Y/N's genuine interest and friendliness gradually began to chip away at Tsukishima's guarded exterior.

Over time, they found themselves exchanging more than just volleyball-related conversations. They discovered shared interests in books, music, and even silly jokes that would elicit a rare chuckle from Tsukishima. Y/N learned that beneath his aloof façade, he had a dry wit that matched her own, and they found comfort in each other's subtle sarcasm.

As their conversations grew more frequent, Y/N noticed that Tsukishima's walls were starting to come down. He seemed more at ease, even cracking a genuine smile from time to time. Y/N was thrilled that she was able to break through the barriers he had built around himself.

Tsukishima's childhood friend, Asami, became a part of their lives too. They were the three musketeers, but little did Y/N know that the bond between Tsukishima and Asami was deeper than she imagined. They even had a lighthearted marriage pact with Asami, Tsukishima's childhood friend, that if none of them were married by the age of 30, they would marry each other.

But life took a different turn when Y/N came into the picture. Tsukishima and Y/N's connection was undeniable, and they fell in love deeply and irrevocably. Their love seemed to transcend the bounds of their childhood pact, and they decided to get engaged, looking forward to a lifetime of happiness together.

As the soft evening light streamed through the curtains, Y/N found herself lost in a whirlwind of memories. The room felt filled with echoes of laughter and whispered promises as she reminisced about the journey that led her to this very moment. Her fingers gently traced the delicate gold band adorning her finger – the engagement ring that symbolized the love story she had always dreamed of.

It was a lazy evening, and Y/N had decided to surprise Tsukishima with a visit to his home. The knot of anticipation tightened in Y/N's stomach as she approached Tsukishima's house. Tomorrow was meant to be the day of their long-awaited wedding, and she had come over to surprise him with the final touches they had planned together. A warm smile graced her lips, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw the arrangements they had made.

However, as she pushed the door open, her heart plummeted to her feet. Right at the entrance, a pair of unfamiliar women's shoes lay neatly placed, catching her eye like a glaring beacon. Her mind struggled to process what she was seeing. Thoughts raced, but she couldn't deny the sinking feeling in her chest.

An unsettling sense of dread took over as Y/N stepped further into the house, her footsteps echoing in the silence. "Tsukishima?" she called, hoping for an explanation, hoping that she was wrong.

What Y/N saw shattered her world into a million pieces. There, in the dimly lit room, stood Tsukishima and Asami, their hands intertwined as they gazed into each other's eyes with a tenderness that was meant only for lovers. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she tried to comprehend the scene before her.

Her voice quivered as she walked through the house, and the sight that met her eyes was a painful blow to her heart. In the living room, there they were – Tsukishima and Asami, sitting close together, their hands intertwined, their faces far too close for Y/N's comfort.

The room seemed to spin around her, and she clutched her chest, trying to steady her breath. Her vision blurred with tears, and she took a step back, unable to bear the betrayal before her.

Asami's eyes widened with guilt, and Tsukishima's face turned pale, realizing that their secret had been exposed. Y/N took a step back, her mind racing, desperately searching for an explanation or a reason that could justify what she had just witnessed.

The damage had been done, and Y/N could hardly bring herself to look at either of them.

"I-I can't believe this," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with hurt and disbelief. "How could you do this to me, Tsukishima?"

Asami looked equally guilty, her eyes filled with remorse. "Y/N, we never wanted you to find out like this. It just happened, and we never meant to hurt you."

Y/N felt a mix of emotions – anger, betrayal, and heartbreak. Her whole world felt like it was crumbling around her, and she struggled to find her footing amidst the chaos of her emotions.

Tsukishima reached out to her, his voice filled with regret. "Y/N, please, let me explain. It's not what you think. It was a mistake, and I never wanted to hurt you."

"How can you say that?" Y/N choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You knew how much I loved you, and yet, you chose to betray me."

The words hung heavy in the air, and the pain was palpable. Y/N turned on her heels and ran out of the house, feeling like she couldn't breathe. The world outside felt like a blur, but she kept moving, seeking solace and clarity amidst the chaos in her heart.

Y/N found herself standing on the same beach where she and Tsukishima had once shared beautiful moments. The waves crashed relentlessly against the shore, mirroring the turmoil in her soul.

She clutched the engagement ring on her finger, a painful reminder of the love and dreams that had shattered. The future she had envisioned had crumbled into pieces, leaving her heartbroken and lost.

At that moment, she didn't know what to do or where to go. But as she stared out into the vastness of the ocean. As Y/N stood on the beach, gazing out at the vast expanse of the ocean, she felt an overwhelming sense of despair. The crashing waves mirrored the turmoil within her, and she was torn between holding onto the love she once believed in and the pain of the betrayal that had shattered it.

Tomorrow was meant to be the day she had dreamed of – the day she would marry Tsukishima, her soulmate, and start a new chapter of their lives together. But now, it felt like all those dreams were being thrown away, lost in the depths of the ocean before her.

Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and heartbreak. Part of her wanted to confront Tsukishima, to demand answers, to try and salvage what was left of their love. But another part of her knew that the trust had been broken, and nothing could ever be the same again.

As the sun set on the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow across the water, Y/N sank to her knees on the sand. She clutched her engagement ring tightly, feeling the weight of its symbolism in her hand. It was a symbol of the love they had once shared, but now, it felt like a painful reminder of the love that had been lost.

Her heart ached, not just for herself but for everyone who had been excitedly preparing for the wedding. Friends and family had come together to celebrate their love, but now, it seemed like it had all been a facade.

She closed her eyes, feeling the tears welling up once more. It wasn't just the wedding she was mourning; it was the future she had imagined with Tsukishima – the laughter, the shared dreams, the moments of love and understanding.

As Y/N stared out at the ocean, lost in her thoughts, a figure caught her eye in her peripheral vision. Turning her head, she saw Asami running towards her, her face etched with worry and concern.

"Y/N!" Asami called out, breathless as she reached her side. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?"

Y/N felt a mix of emotions at the sight of Asami – the woman who had been at the center of the painful revelation. Part of her wanted to push her away, to demand answers, but another part yearned for someone to lean on in her moment of vulnerability.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and she turned her gaze back to the ocean, unable to meet Asami's gaze. "How could you?" she choked out, her voice trembling with hurt. "How could both of you betray me like this?"

Asami's face fell, and she knelt beside Y/N, her voice filled with remorse. "I know I can't justify what happened, and I never intended to hurt you, Y/N. It was a mistake, and I regret it deeply."

Y/N's heart ached, torn between wanting to hear an apology and wanting to push Asami away. "A mistake?" she whispered, her voice filled with bitterness. "Do you have any idea how much pain I'm in right now?"

Asami reached out to touch Y/N's hand gently. "I can't undo what happened, but I'm here now. Please, let me try to explain."

A part of Y/N wanted to turn away, to shut Asami out completely. But another part couldn't help but yearn for closure and understanding, as painful as it might be.

Taking a deep breath, Asami began to speak, her voice soft and remorseful. "It started out as innocent , Y/N. Tsukishima and I have known each other since childhood, and we had this marriage pact. But as we spent more time together recently, old feelings resurfaced, and we made a mistake. I'm so sorry."

Y/N listened, her heart torn between anger and sadness.

"Why didn't you both tell me?" Y/N asked, her voice trembling with emotion. "You were both going to let me marry Tsukishima without knowing the truth?"

Asami looked down, her guilt evident in her eyes. "We knew it was wrong, and we wanted to stop, but we were scared of hurting you even more. It was selfish, and I regret it deeply."

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "He's got you on a pedestal but me in his arms," she uttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that how it was all along? Was I just a place holder for him?"

Asami looked down, her gaze filled with guilt. "I can't speak for Tsukishima's feelings, Y/N. But I do know that you mean a lot to him. He loves you, but he also made a terrible mistake."

As Y/N stood there in front of Asami, clutching the engagement ring tightly in her hand, her tears fell like raindrops on a stormy night. 

Just as she was about to speak, she heard a familiar voice call out her name. Tsukishima emerged from the shadows, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and regret.

"Y/N, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "Give me a chance to explain."

But the pain within Y/N was too raw, too overwhelming to bear. "Explain what, Tsukishima?" she cried, her voice breaking with each word. "The lies, the betrayal? There's nothing left to say."

Tsukishima took a step closer, reaching out as if to touch her, but he hesitated. "I know I made a terrible mistake," he said, his voice choked with remorse. "But please, let me try to make it right."

Y/N's heart ached, torn between wanting to believe him and wanting to shield herself from further pain. "How can you make this right?" she asked, her voice filled with anguish. "You're engaged to me!"

As Tsukishima looked into her tear-filled eyes, his own filled with pain. "I was a fool, Y/N. I let my fear and confusion cloud my judgment. I never wanted to hurt you, but I let my emotions get the best of me."

Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks, and she shook her head, unable to find the strength to forgive him just yet. "Why did you even ask me to marry you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crashing waves.

Tsukishima stepped closer, his desperation evident. "Please, don't throw the ring away," he implored. "It meant something once, and I want the chance to prove to you that it can mean something again."

In that moment, Y/N's heart wavered, torn between the love she had once shared with Tsukishima and the pain of his betrayal. The memory of the happiness they had once found in each other tugged at her heartstrings.

Summoning all the courage she had left, Y/N shook her head, tears falling like raindrops. "I can't, Tsukishima," she said, her voice resolute. 

The weight of the engagement ring on her finger felt suffocating, a constant reminder of the shattered dreams and broken promises. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she knew that she couldn't carry the burden of that ring any longer.

With trembling hands, she removed the engagement ring, the symbol of a love that had turned to betrayal. As she held it in her palm, her heart ached with the weight of the decision she was about to make. She looked at the ring, its delicate gold band gleaming in the fading light, and she knew that it no longer held the same significance it once did.

With a mix of pain and determination, she flung her arm forward, releasing the ring into the vast expanse of the sea. It glimmered for a moment in the sunlight before disappearing beneath the waves, swallowed by the ocean's depths.

As the ring vanished from sight, Y/N felt a sense of pain wash over her. 

The sea seemed to embrace her grief, its vastness swallowing her sorrow.

As the ring disappeared beneath the water's surface, Y/N felt an overwhelming emptiness engulf her. The tears kept falling, and she knew that walking away from him wouldn't erase the pain she felt.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces, and the world around her seemed to blur into a haze of desolation. The love she had once believed to be eternal had crumbled, and she was left standing on the precipice of a dark and unknown future.

With a heavy heart, she turned away from the sea, Asami and Tsukishima, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. The beach, once a place of happiness and laughter, now held only memories of betrayal and heartache.

Days turned into weeks, and the ache in Y/N's heart showed no signs of subsiding. The pain of betrayal lingered, leaving her feeling lost and adrift. She tried to keep her distance from both Tsukishima and Asami, seeking solace in the company of friends who were always there to support her.

One evening, as she was going through old messages on her phone, Y/N stumbled upon a post. It was a picture of Tsukishima and Asami standing together, their arms wrapped around each other with smiles that felt like a cruel twist of fate.

As her eyes widened in shock, she began to scroll through the messages and discovered the truth. Tsukishima and Asami had indeed gone through with the wedding, sealing their love just a few hours after Y/N's heart had been shattered. They didn't want all that money and venue to go to waste and just like that her dreams were stolen from her.

The revelation hit Y/N like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of her. It was a betrayal on a whole new level, as if the universe was conspiring against her, mocking her pain. The two people she had trusted the most had found comfort in each other, using their deceit to validate their actions.

"How could they?" Y/N whispered, her voice cracking with disbelief. It felt like a knife through her heart, adding salt to the wounds that were still raw and bleeding.

The sense of betrayal and hurt overwhelmed her, and she felt a mix of anger, sorrow, and confusion. It was as if the world had collapsed around her, and she found herself questioning everything she once believed in.

At that moment, Y/N couldn't see a path forward. The pain was all-consuming, leaving her feeling lost and broken. She wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the bitter reality was that there were no answers that could mend her wounded heart.

In the distance, the sun began to set, casting a melancholic glow over the apartment. As darkness descended, it mirrored the darkness that had settled within Y/N's soul.

Grief washed over her in waves, as she mourned not only the love that was lost but also the future that could have been. She pictured the life they had planned together – a home filled with love, laughter, and children, growing old hand in hand.

But now, those dreams lay shattered, scattered like fragments of glass on the cold ground. The pain was all-consuming, leaving her feeling adrift and lost in a sea of sorrow.

Y/N felt as if her heart was like an artist's scrapped work discarded in the trash bin. The pain of the shattered love was akin to the pain of watching something she had poured her heart and soul into being tossed aside, unappreciated and unwanted.

The canvas of their love story, once filled with vibrant colors and promising strokes, now lay in ruins, torn apart by deceit and betrayal. She could almost see the paint splattered across the floor, an abstract representation of the chaos that had consumed her emotions.

She had invested so much in this masterpiece, carefully adding each brushstroke with love and hope. But as fate would have it, the canvas had been marred beyond repair, leaving her feeling like an artist who had lost her way.

Her memories served as a painful reminder of what could have been – a love story that was meant to be cherished and admired. Instead, it had been abandoned, a casualty of human flaws and weaknesses.

She felt like a shell of her former self, her spirit bruised and battered. The red strings of fate that she had once believed in now felt like a cruel joke, a reminder that love didn't always lead to happiness.

Fate had played a cruel trick, entangling her heart with the wrong person, and how she was left to untangle herself.

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[madesweet]

Hypnosis and ADHD

If you know me personally, you probably know I am one of those people with an ADHD-brain. Which is going very well with having hypnosis as a hobby, cause gosh... I've been hyperfixating on learning hypnosis for almost 7 years now!

A lot of people with ADHD think that they can't be hypnotized because they have ADHD. Yeah... if you work with hypnotists that only use PMR (progressive muscle relaxation), than you're gonna have some trouble...

What a lot of people don't realise, is that with the right techniques people with ADHD are often the best hypnotees! Yeah, you gotta have to work around their concentration problems, racing thoughts and tendency to be very analytical, but their creativity and playfulness can give them amazing experiences and make them great hypnotees! And did you know that people with ADHD can hyperfocus on something when they really like and enjoy it? Ever seen someone with ADHD get distracted while being creative or playing their favourite game? Yeah, that's what I thought!

Over the years as both a hypnotist and a hypnotee with ADHD, I have learned that hypnosis can help A LOT with ADHD! You know how relaxing it is to finally be able to quiet down your thoughts, when your thoughts are constantly racing on default?! Learning how to activate hyperfocus when you need it, learning how to regulate your emotions, and learning how to feel more confident and motivated are some of the wonderful things (self-)hypnosis can help with! Just with the right techniques!

Here are some tips for working with ADHD brains: - Make it engaging: Ofcourse ADHD brains are going to zone out or wonder off when they're forced to listen to someone yapping on and on and on. They can't be focusing on the same thing for a very long time, cause their mind WILL wonder off! Except for when you keep them active! Make the session engaging! Make them answer questions, do a yes-set induction, use a conversational style, keep them focused on a task (or more for an overload), keep the trances short and wake them up once every while to discuss their experience.

- Confusion: Are they thinking a lot? Just give them too much to think about! Short circuit their brain and make them confused. They will be looking for a way to make it make sense, which is when they're very susceptible for suggestions. Confusion inductions are fun and work great for ADHD brains! Always be one step ahead!

- Overload: ADHD brains are very easily overstimulated. USE IT AGAINST THEM! Overload inductions, like the 7+/-2 induction, are awesome techniques that work GREAT on ADHD brains!

- Rapid inductions: Not just because they're fun and playfull, but also because it's just quick! Don't take too long, or else that ADHD brain is about to get bored. If you make it quick, you'll give them no time to get distracted or bored!

- Playfullness: Use that playful mind! Use that creativity! Go get silly! Make it fun! The more they enjoy it, the easier it is for them to hyperfocus

- FRACTIONATION!!! my beloved: Nothing as engaging and fun as fractionation! It keeps them active and focused, it feels incredibly satisfying, has a lot of rapid techniques, it's very playful, and bonus: it takes them deeper!

- Use everything against them: Be sneaky! Observe and communicate, and use what they say against them! Suggest everything can make them go deeper. Do they tend to fidget a lot? Suggest the more the fidget, the more they relax. Do they tend to giggle? Suggest the giggling gets stronger, but only takes them deeper! Be ahead of that distraction, with suggestions like: "Every little distraction, will take you even deeper" "Every little thought can be there and fade away as you focus more and more on my voice" "Allow your body to adjust and move whenever it needs to. It'll just bring you deeper and deeper"

Using the right techniques and being flexible with the hypnotee in front of you can make you give them the BEST experiences! What are your thoughts on hypnosis and ADHD? (if you have any thoughts ;p...)

[shiorihyugawrites]

Diamond Of The First Water

In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace? (Levi x OC)

Chapter Thirty Six

The dining hall of the Ackerman Estate was aglow with the warm light of chandeliers, their reflections shimmering off the polished silverware and crystal goblets set meticulously on the expansive dining table. Solina had spent the entire day overseeing every detail, from the arrangement of the centerpiece to the selection of dishes that would cater to both Valorian and Paradisian palates. She wanted everything to be perfect, and as the evening progressed, it was clear her efforts were paying off.

The emperor sat at one end of the table, with Lady Solana gracefully seated to his right. Soleil, Solenne, and Solandor were spread along the length of the table, their laughter mingling with the chatter of the scouts, who had been strategically seated to foster conversation and camaraderie. Levi sat at the opposite end, his sharp eyes observing the room, though his gaze frequently drifted to Solina, who was glowing with pride and enthusiasm.

Solina moved effortlessly between conversations, her emerald eyes sparkling with joy as she engaged with everyone at the table. She had even prepared small anecdotes about the dishes being served, explaining their significance in Paradisian and Valorian culture.

“These herb-crusted roast lamb chops,” Solina said as a maid served the dish, “are a Valorian delicacy. They’re seasoned with spices grown only in the gardens of the Rose House.”

“They smell incredible,” Sasha remarked, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Can we eat yet?”

Jean rolled his eyes. “Sasha, wait until everyone is served.”

“Let her enjoy herself,” the emperor chuckled, surprising the scouts with his warm demeanor. “Good food is meant to be savored.”

Sasha leaned over to Eren and whispered, “Well, that’s unexpected. I didn’t peg him for someone who appreciates casual humor.”

Eren smirked but said nothing, his focus on Mikasa, who was quietly observing the interactions between Solomon and Historia across the table.

Levi, seated to Solina’s left, couldn’t help but admire how natural she seemed in her role as hostess. Her laughter was genuine, her gestures graceful, and her ability to make everyone feel included was nothing short of remarkable.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” Levi murmured.

Solina paused, her cheeks flushing slightly at his words. “You think so?”

Levi gave her a small nod, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. “I don’t just think so. Look around. Everyone’s happy. You’re doing great.”

The encouragement in his voice sent a rush of warmth through her, and she gave his hand a quick squeeze before moving on to speak with Soleil and Hange, who were deep in a lively debate about the merits of combining Valorian and Paradisian farming techniques.

Meanwhile, Solomon had taken the opportunity to engage the scouts. “And what about you, Mikasa?” he asked, his gaze lingering on her. “What do you think of Valorian combat strategies compared to your ODM gear?”

Mikasa, ever the professional, gave a measured response. “They’re different, but both are effective in their own ways. The ODM gear allows for unmatched mobility, while your formations emphasize discipline and coordination.”

Solomon nodded thoughtfully. “A well-rounded perspective. You’d make an excellent strategist.”

Jean muttered under his breath, “He’s laying it on a little thick, isn’t he?”

Historia stifled a laugh, overhearing Jean’s comment. Solomon’s attempts at engaging Mikasa had not gone unnoticed, and while they were subtle, it was clear he was still intrigued by her.

As dessert—a decadent Valorian honey cake paired with Paradisian berry compote—was served, the emperor called for Solina to sit beside him for a moment.

“You’ve made this estate a home,” he said, his deep voice filled with approval. “Your mother and I couldn’t be prouder of the woman you’ve become.”

Solina’s eyes shimmered with emotion as she leaned in to hug her father. “Thank you, Father. I want to make Paradis a place we can all be proud of, a place that reflects the values you’ve taught me.”

Levi, watching from his seat, felt a pang of emotion at their exchange. He knew how much Solina idolized her father, and seeing her receive his praise only deepened his admiration for her.

But the dining hall’s warm, lighthearted ambiance took a sharp turn when Hange, her sharp eyes gleaming with curiosity, placed her fork down and leaned slightly forward, addressing the emperor directly.

“Your Majesty,” she began, her tone pleasant but laced with the unmistakable edge of determination, “I can’t help but marvel at the potential uses of the ice burst stone. What, exactly, do you intend to do with it?”

Levi subtly shook his head, his narrowed eyes silently pleading with Hange to let the matter drop. But Hange was Hange—curiosity was her driving force, and she didn’t notice, or perhaps chose to ignore, Levi’s silent warning.

The once cheerful conversation at the table hushed immediately. All eyes turned to the emperor, who paused mid-sip of his wine. His eyes reflected calmness as he placed his goblet down with deliberate care.

The emperor smiled faintly. “The ice burst stone is a remarkable discovery. Its potential for innovation is vast, and my intentions, as I’ve said before, are to use it to benefit both Valoria and Paradis.”

While the emperor’s response seemed calculated to satisfy, Hange leaned in further. “That’s a noble sentiment, Your Majesty, but surely you have a more specific plan in mind. Gas, energy, weaponry, transportation—what exactly do you see as the stone’s future use?”

Levi’s jaw tightened, his hand gripping the edge of the table as he cast a quick glance at Solina. Her brows furrowed slightly, and he could see the glimmer of offense in her emerald eyes. This wasn’t good.

The emperor remained unruffled, his measured voice carrying a tone of authority. “Commander Hange, I assure you, my focus is on innovation and collaboration. Specifics will come when the time is right.”

Hange, however, wasn’t ready to back down. “And when might that be? The stone’s potential—”

“Commander Hange,” Lady Solana interjected smoothly, her gentle voice attempting to diffuse the tension. “This is a dinner meant to celebrate unity and progress. Perhaps this topic can wait for another time?”

Solina’s knuckles were white as she gripped her napkin. Her gaze darted between Hange and her father, and Levi could see the internal battle she was waging to keep her emotions in check. The faint tremor in her voice betrayed her frustration as she finally spoke.

“With all due respect, Commander, I think it’s quite rude to press my father in this way, especially during a formal dinner.”

Hange blinked, caught slightly off guard, but she maintained her polite smile. “My apologies, Princess. It’s just that these questions are critical to Paradis’ future.”

“Perhaps,” Solina replied tersely, “but there’s a time and place, and this isn’t it.”

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Solomon, sensing the growing hostility, cleared his throat and interjected with a diplomatic tone. “My sister is correct. This dinner is a time for unity, not interrogation. Commander Hange, your enthusiasm is appreciated, but maybe we can revisit this in a formal meeting.”

Despite Solomon’s calm words, Hange leaned back with a slight frown, clearly reluctant to let the matter rest. Levi, recognizing the fragile state of the atmosphere, decided it was time to step in before things escalated further.

“Hange,” Levi said, his deep voice cutting through the silence, “enough. The emperor has answered your questions. Let it go.”

Hange glanced at Levi, surprised by his stern tone. For a moment, it looked like she might argue, but then she gave a short nod and leaned back in her seat.

The emperor inclined his head slightly toward Levi. “Thank you, Captain.”

Solina, still visibly upset, cast a wary glance at her father before excusing herself from the table. Lady Solana followed her daughter without a word, her expression unreadable.

As the dinner slowly resumed, the lively energy from earlier never fully returned. Levi glanced at the empty seat where Solina had been sitting, his gut twisting with unease. He hadn’t intended for the evening to spiral into such discomfort, and now he feared it would take more than a few words to smooth things over with his wife.

Hange caught Levi’s eye and mouthed, Sorry, but Levi simply gave her a curt nod, his focus already shifting to how he could fix this. He would need to speak with Solina as soon as possible.

He excused himself and found Solina in the drawing room, sitting on the plush settee near the window. Her back was straight, her hands resting in her lap, and her gaze was fixed on the garden outside. The soft glow of the candlelight illuminated her face, and Levi could see the tension in her jaw and the slight quiver in her hands. She was upset, no doubt about it.

“Solina,” Levi said softly as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. His voice was gentle, careful. He didn’t want to make things worse.

She didn’t look at him. “Did you put Hange up to that?” Her voice was steady but tinged with frustration and hurt. “Did you tell her to ask my father those questions?”

Levi sighed quietly, stepping closer but keeping a bit of distance. “No. I didn’t. Hange acted on her own.”

Solina finally turned her gaze to him, her emerald eyes sharp and accusing. “But you’ve been asking the same thing, Levi. You brought it up weeks ago, and I told you I didn’t know the details. And now Hange is doing the same thing? It feels like… it feels like you don’t trust my father.”

Levi shifted his weight, his arms crossing over his chest briefly before he dropped them back to his sides. He sat down in the chair opposite her, his tone calm but firm. “It’s not about trust, Solina. It’s about transparency. Your father is keeping something from us about the ice burst stone. Something important. I don’t think his intentions are malicious, but he’s hiding something, and that makes me cautious.”

Solina frowned, her expression softening slightly but still tinged with hurt. “Why didn’t you say anything while we were in Valoria? You seemed fine then. You even agreed to this marriage to secure Paradis’ future, knowing my father was part of that deal. Why the sudden change?”

Levi leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. “Because I didn’t have a choice back then. We were desperate. Paradis needed Valoria’s military aid, and your father’s support was crucial. I wasn’t going to jeopardize that by questioning him during our negotiations. But now that we’re here, with the stone being mined and your father’s involvement still unclear, I can’t ignore it.”

Solina shook her head, her voice rising slightly. “Levi, my father is not some scheming tyrant. He loves his people. He loves me. He’s not going to do anything to hurt Paradis, especially now that I live here. Can’t you see that?”

Levi’s gaze softened as he looked at her. He could see how much she wanted to believe in her father, how much she trusted him. And it wasn’t that Levi thought the emperor had ill intentions—he didn’t. But something wasn’t adding up, and Levi’s instincts wouldn’t let it go.

“I see how much your father loves you, Solina,” Levi said quietly. “And I respect him for that. But love for you doesn’t mean he’s being fully honest with us. Whatever he’s hiding, it’s big enough that he won’t even tell Solomon, or at least Solomon won’t tell me. That’s what worries me.”

Solina looked away again, her hands gripping her dress tightly. “It just feels like you’re turning this into something it’s not. My father has always acted in the best interest of Valoria and its allies. He doesn’t deserve this kind of suspicion.”

Levi stood up, walking over to her and crouching down so he could look up into her eyes. “Solina, I’m not your enemy. And I’m not your father’s enemy either. I’m just trying to protect the people I care about. That includes you.”

Her gaze flickered to his, and for a moment, Levi thought she might push him away. But then she sighed, her shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “I know you’re trying to protect Paradis, Levi. And I know you care about me. I just… I don’t like feeling like my family is under attack.”

Levi reached for her hand, holding it gently in his own. “I’m not attacking your family. I’m just being careful. And I’ll try to be more considerate of how this makes you feel, alright?”

Solina looked down at their hands, her lips pressing together before she nodded. “Alright. But promise me you won’t let this cause a rift between us, Levi. I don’t want to feel like I have to choose between you and my family.”

Levi squeezed her hand lightly. “You won’t have to. I promise.”

Solina’s lips curved into a faint smile, and Levi felt a small sense of relief. The tension wasn’t completely gone, but they’d taken a step in the right direction. Now, Levi just had to figure out what the emperor was hiding without letting it come between him and Solina.

As Levi and Solina re-entered, the atmosphere in the dining room was noticeably strained. The emperor’s sharp green eyes flickered toward them, his brow slightly furrowed. He put down his wine goblet and asked in his steady, commanding tone, “Are you both alright?”

Solina smiled quickly, but Levi could see the strain behind it. “We’re fine, Father,” she said with a calmness that didn’t entirely match the tension in her body. “We just needed a moment to talk.”

The emperor nodded, but his eyes lingered on them for a second longer before returning to his meal. Across the table, Lady Solana’s gaze lingered on her daughter, her expression soft but perceptive. It was clear she wasn’t buying Solina’s explanation, though she didn’t say anything.

Meanwhile, Hange sat happily at the table, picking at her food without a care in the world. She smiled brightly at Solina and Levi as if she hadn’t just caused the tension that hung over the meal like a storm cloud. “You two missed dessert!” she quipped, waving her fork. “It was divine, wasn’t it, Historia?”

Queen Historia nodded politely, though her gaze shifted uneasily between Solina and the emperor. Solina took her seat, brushing off Hange’s comment. Levi, as usual, remained stoic, taking the chair beside her with little fanfare.

Dinner resumed, but the undercurrent of tension lingered. Levi kept his eyes on his plate, though Solina noticed him glancing toward the emperor every so often. She wished she could ignore it, but now that the seed of doubt had been planted, her thoughts were racing.

Was her father really hiding something about the ice burst stone? And if so, why hadn’t he told her?

She thought back to all the moments her father had discussed his plans for Valoria with her. He’d always been so open with her about everything—or so she thought. But as she replayed those conversations in her mind, she realized he’d never gone into great detail about his intentions with the ice burst stone. He spoke of advancing Valoria’s technology, of sharing advancements with Paradis, but his words had always been vague, much like the answer he gave to Hange earlier.

Solina glanced across the table at Solomon, who was engaged in quiet conversation with Mikasa. Her brother knew something—of that, she was certain. It wasn’t surprising; as the crown prince, Solomon needed to be privy to their father’s plans. One day, he would inherit the throne and all the responsibilities that came with it. If their father was hiding something, Solomon would undoubtedly know about it.

But her mother? Solina’s gaze shifted to Lady Solana, who was elegantly sipping her wine. Solana was the emperor’s most trusted confidant, his first and most revered consort. If anyone would know the truth about her father’s intentions, it would be her. Yet her mother’s expression was serene, unreadable.

Could she be hiding something too?

The thought made Solina’s chest tighten. She didn’t want to believe her father was capable of deceit, especially toward her. But the way Levi had spoken earlier, the way Hange pressed the issue, and the emperor’s evasive answers—it all gnawed at her.

“Solina,” her mother’s voice broke through her thoughts, soft and warm. “You seem distracted, my dear. Is something on your mind?”

Solina blinked, forcing a smile. “No, Mother. I was just thinking about the children at the orphanage and what I can do for them next.”

Lady Solana smiled approvingly, though her gaze lingered on Solina for a moment longer. “You have such a generous heart, my love. It’s one of the many things your father and I admire about you.”

Solina nodded, her throat tightening. She glanced at Levi, who was quietly observing the interaction. For a moment, their eyes met, and she saw the concern in his gaze. He was giving her space, but she could tell he wanted to talk about what was bothering her.

As the dinner wore on, Solina couldn’t shake her thoughts. The room was filled with light chatter and laughter, but to her, it all felt distant. When the meal finally ended and the group began to disperse, Solina lingered at the table, lost in thought.

Levi placed a hand on her shoulder as he passed, his touch grounding her. “Are you alright?” he murmured, his voice low so only she could hear.

“I’m fine,” Solina replied automatically, though the words felt hollow.

Levi gave her a small, knowing nod before following the others out. Solina remained seated for a few moments longer, her thoughts swirling. She needed answers. And if her father and Solomon wouldn’t tell her, perhaps her mother would.

As the grand dining hall emptied, the scouts and Queen Historia gathered in the foyer of the Ackerman Estate, preparing to take their leave. The tension from dinner still lingered, though everyone was doing their best to maintain a polite facade in front of the royal family. The soft glow of the chandelier above cast long shadows across the room, and the murmurs of conversation echoed faintly against the high ceilings.

Queen Historia approached the emperor first, bowing gracefully. “Your Majesty, it has been an honor to host you here on Paradis. I look forward to continuing our collaboration.”

The emperor nodded, his expression warm but measured. “The honor is ours, Your Majesty. Valoria deeply values this alliance, and I have no doubt we’ll achieve great things together.”

Lady Solana stepped forward, her serene smile lighting up her face as she took Historia’s hand. “You have a true queen’s grace, dear. Solina speaks highly of you, and now I see why. Please, you must visit Valoria sometime.”

Historia smiled politely, though her eyes flickered toward the emperor, a spark of suspicion hidden beneath her calm demeanor. “I would be delighted.”

The scouts lined up to say their goodbyes next. Hange approached the emperor, her usual exuberance slightly tempered. “Your Majesty, it’s always a pleasure to see such progress being made. You’ve got quite the family here, too—very talented.” Her words carried an undercurrent of meaning that wasn’t lost on Levi, who stood nearby, watching her carefully.

The emperor smiled faintly, his eyes sharp as they met Hange’s. “Valoria’s strength lies in its unity and shared purpose. I am confident that together, Paradis and Valoria will accomplish much.”

Hange gave a small bow, but her keen gaze lingered for a moment before stepping back to allow the others their turn. Jean was next, his usual casual demeanor replaced with a hint of formality. “It was an honor, Your Majesty,” he said, his voice steady.

The emperor nodded. “The honor is mine. Paradis is fortunate to have soldiers like you.”

Eren stepped forward, his sharp green eyes scanning the emperor’s face as if trying to read his intentions. “Your Majesty,” he said simply, bowing stiffly. Mikasa followed closely behind, her expression as stoic as ever, though Levi could see the tension in her shoulders as she muttered her goodbyes.

Connie and Sasha were the last to approach, both wearing nervous smiles. “Thanks for dinner!” Sasha blurted, her cheeks flushing when Connie elbowed her lightly. “I mean—it was an honor, Your Majesty.”

The emperor’s lips twitched in amusement, though his response was as formal as ever. “You’re welcome, young soldier. I hope you’ll remember this night as a symbol of our alliance.”

As the scouts began filing out the door, Levi lingered at the back of the group, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of the royal family’s expressions. He noticed how Solomon subtly positioned himself between Soleil and Hange, clearly protective. The emperor, meanwhile, remained composed, his gaze occasionally flickering toward Solina, who stood beside Levi, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

Levi couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. The emperor’s carefully chosen words during dinner, the vague answers, and now his measured politeness all pointed to someone who was hiding something. And while Levi didn’t believe the emperor had malicious intent toward Solina—or even Paradis—he couldn’t ignore the gnawing suspicion that the ice burst stone was being used for more than what was being openly discussed.

Once outside the estate, the scouts and Historia regrouped near their waiting carriages. Hange was the first to break the silence. “Well, that was interesting,” she said, folding her arms. “Did you see the way he dodged my questions? He’s hiding something. I’d bet my entire library on it.”

Jean sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but what can we do about it? He’s the emperor of Valoria. We can’t exactly demand answers.”

“I don’t trust him,” Eren said bluntly, his fists clenched at his sides. “He’s too polished. Too careful.”

Mikasa glanced at him, her expression unreadable. “We need to tread carefully. Solina and Solomon are part of this, too. We can’t alienate them.”

Historia nodded, her thoughtful gaze fixed on the dark horizon. “For now, we observe. If the emperor’s intentions truly are questionable, they’ll reveal themselves in time.”

Levi, who had been silent up until this point, finally spoke. “Keep your eyes open, but don’t push too hard. We can’t afford to jeopardize the alliance.”

Hange gave him a knowing look but nodded. “Fine. But I’m not dropping this, Levi. Something’s not adding up.”

As the carriages began to pull away, the scouts shared a collective sense of unease. The emperor’s visit had answered none of their questions and only deepened their suspicions. Whatever he was planning, Levi knew it was only a matter of time before the truth came to light.

…

As the carriages rumbled down the dirt road, the scouts sat in tense silence, each lost in their thoughts about the emperor's evasiveness during dinner. The only sound came from the rhythmic clattering of hooves against the cobblestones and the occasional rustle of clothing as someone shifted uncomfortably.

Then, as if struck by divine inspiration, Hange’s eyes lit up with mischief, and she clapped her hands together, startling everyone in the carriage.

“I’ve got it! I know exactly what we need to do to get Solomon to spill the beans!” she declared, her excitement palpable.

Jean groaned, already sensing chaos. “Here we go,” he muttered, leaning back in his seat.

Hange’s gaze zeroed in on Mikasa, who had been staring out of the window, her expression as neutral as ever. “Mikasa,” Hange began, her voice filled with determination. “You’re going to flirt with Solomon.”

Mikasa’s head snapped around so fast it was a miracle she didn’t get whiplash. Her face turned an immediate shade of crimson. “W-What?!” she stammered, her wide gray eyes staring at Hange in disbelief. “Why on Earth would I do that?!”

Hange leaned forward, her grin widening. “Think about it! Solomon clearly has a soft spot for you. He can barely stop staring at you, and he looks like a kicked puppy every time you brush him off. If anyone can get him to talk, it’s you!”

Mikasa’s mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. She glanced around the carriage, hoping someone would come to her rescue, but the others were either smirking or trying to stifle their laughter.

“Mikasa, Solomon has a thing for you,” Sasha said, grinning. “How have you not noticed?”

Connie snorted. “Seriously, Mikasa. The dude’s practically got hearts in his eyes whenever you’re around. He’s worse than Jean.”

“Hey!” Jean protested, glaring at Connie before crossing his arms and looking pointedly out the window.

Mikasa’s blush deepened, and she shook her head vehemently. “That’s ridiculous. He doesn’t—he can’t—”

“Oh, he does,” Hange interjected, wagging a finger. “I’ve been observing him closely. He’s smitten, Mikasa. And that’s precisely why you’re the perfect person for this mission.”

Eren, who had been surprisingly quiet up until this point, frowned in confusion. “Wait… Solomon likes Mikasa?” His tone was genuinely baffled, and he glanced at her as if seeing her for the first time. “When did that happen?”

Armin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Eren, how have you not noticed? He’s been like this since the first time we met him in Valoria.”

Eren’s brows furrowed, and he looked at Mikasa again, this time with a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance. “That guy?”

Mikasa groaned, burying her face in her hands. “This is absurd,” she muttered, her voice muffled. “I’m not going to flirt with him. That’s insane.”

Hange wasn’t deterred. She scooted closer to Mikasa, her enthusiasm undiminished. “Come on, Mikasa! It’s for the greater good! Don’t you want to know what they’re planning with the ice burst stone?”

“I’m not seducing someone for information,” Mikasa said firmly, glaring at Hange. “Find another way.”

“But you don’t even have to seduce him,” Sasha chimed in, grinning. “Just, you know, smile at him a little more. Maybe compliment his hair or something.”

“Or his swordsmanship,” Connie added, smirking. “Guys love that.”

Mikasa shot them both a glare that could have cut steel. “I said no.”

Hange sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be, Mikasa. It’s not like I’m asking you to marry him. Just a little harmless flirting.”

“I don’t know how to flirt,” Mikasa snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t.”

Hange’s grin returned, and she leaned back with a shrug. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to wing it. Don’t worry, Mikasa. I’ll coach you.”

Mikasa’s groan of frustration echoed through the carriage, while Sasha and Connie dissolved into laughter. Eren still looked vaguely irritated by the entire conversation, and Jean muttered something under his breath about how ridiculous the whole situation was.

As the carriage continued toward their destination, Mikasa stared resolutely out of the window, silently praying that Hange’s “brilliant idea” would be forgotten by morning. But deep down, she had a sinking feeling that Hange wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon.

~

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Eros 5, Ludos 5, and Pragma 4 for Siavash!

Ah a couple for Sia too ❤️ Thank you!!

Eros 5

How closely is their opinion of their own beauty (or lack thereof) linked to their confidence? Do they see themselves as more or less worthy of love or sex based on how attractive they feel?

Part of Siavash’s version of high charisma is his confidence. Hot and knows it. He’s only slightly miffed at being unfavorably compared to Daeran in terms of physical beauty, because overall he considers even his imperfections to be part of the charm. A touch of elven grace that complements his more solid human build. Slightly larger irises than humans’, that make his hazel eyes soft and inviting. His hair is more dishwater-blond than golden but it makes him look warm and natural. He has a bump in the bridge of his nose that adds character to his profile. I don’t think he’s ever once wondered whether he deserves love. As the little brother to three sisters in a stable family he’s always been adored, even when they were at their wits’ end with him. His attractiveness arises not only from his physical beauty, which to some tastes... isn’t negligible, but from his quirky personality and natural affection. In other words, it’s not as much his face as the radiant smile that lights it up. He thinks of it as a package deal – his looks, his flaky Desnan charm, his odd vestimentary choices. He’s an original, and that appeals to some tastes and not to others, but he’s never once looked in a mirror and wondered if he’ll find someone. He kills me.

Ludus 5

What seduction techniques are most likely to be effective when it comes to your OC? Are there some things guaranteed to get them going? Or are they immune to such things?

Following up on that last answer, he’s a sucker for flattery. To really hook him you have to show an interest in him as a person. It has to go deeper than superficial pick-up lines and predictable seduction techniques like gifts, because what he’s really looking for even in a one-night-stand is connection. Engage him in conversation about music, Andoren politics, moral philosophy, travel stories… Show him that you find him fascinating, that you want to bask in his glow, and share your passions and secrets with him.

Pragma 4

After the initial fires of passion cool to some degree, what would keep your OC engaged in a relationship? Shared goals? Similar values? Or contented companionship?

I answered this one for Woljif here and luckily it’s very similar for Siavash. He is able and happy to commit and be faithful if a relationship is rewarding enough, but contentment is the enemy. I always say Kristov left him but in reality he’s the one who left – or began orbiting at greater and greater distance until the connection died. Shared goals and values are essential because Siavash is passionate about liberation on the political and metaphysical levels, and someone more cautious will hold him back, which will end up with him rebelling. He needs someone who can keep up with him, someone somewhat unpredictable who’ll hold his interest, someone slightly dangerous even.

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What Is Copywriting? A Beginner’s Guide

Introduction

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A Starship's Tale

A/N:Welcome, readers, to a tale set in the heart of the Clone Wars. This story is the tenth story for @codywanbingo with the prompt Sparring together, it explores the depths of emotion and connection in a time of conflict, focusing on the evolving relationship between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody.

In the heart of the Republic starship, a realm dedicated to the preparation for battle, the training room echoed with a silence that spoke volumes. Here, amidst the cold metallic walls that had witnessed countless sessions of combat training, a different kind of encounter was unfolding. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody, usually engaged in the elegant dance of lightsaber combat, now stood facing each other, prepared for a more primal form of confrontation – hand-to-hand combat.

The room, bathed in the sterile light of the ship's interior, felt smaller, more intimate with the absence of weapons. This was a space where the hum of the engines merged seamlessly with the distant, muffled sounds of the ship's crew, creating a backdrop of constant, unobtrusive motion. But within these walls, a different rhythm was about to commence – one dictated by the movements of two warriors stripped of their usual armaments.

Obi-Wan, devoid of his Jedi robes, wore a simple tunic and trousers that allowed for unrestricted movement. His stance was relaxed yet alert, the embodiment of a Jedi's controlled calm. His eyes, usually a wellspring of wisdom and serenity, now flickered with a focused intensity. In this close-quartered setting, every motion would be more immediate, every exchange a direct transfer of energy and intent.

Across from him, Cody, absent his customary armor, presented a figure of raw, disciplined strength. His muscular build, often concealed beneath the rigid plates of his battle attire, was now openly displayed, showcasing the physicality of a soldier. His stance was grounded, a reflection of his pragmatic approach to combat – direct, efficient, unyielding.

As they began, the air between them crackled with a palpable tension. This was not the elegant, sweeping motion of lightsaber duels, but the gritty, visceral reality of hand-to-hand combat. Each movement carried a weight of purpose; a lunge, a block, a feint, each action was a word in their silent dialogue.

Obi-Wan, employing the techniques of Teras Kasi, moved with a fluid grace that belied the power behind his strikes. His approach was one of balance and harmony, each motion flowing into the next, a seamless chain of offense and defense. He was like water – yielding yet forceful, adapting to each new challenge with fluid precision.

Cody, in contrast, embodied the directness of military hand-to-hand combat training. His moves were sharp and decisive, each strike a testament to his focus and determination. He was like a storm – relentless, powerful, each motion a burst of controlled aggression.

Their dance was a juxtaposition of styles, a testament to their different paths – the Jedi and the soldier. Yet, within this contrast lay a deep-seated mutual respect, a recognition of each other's strengths and abilities. As they exchanged blows, parrying and countering with increasing intensity, there was an undercurrent of something deeper, a connection that transcended the physicality of their sparring.

Obi-Wan's attacks, though measured and precise, carried an unspoken question with each strike, probing not just Cody's defenses but the barriers he had erected around himself. Cody's counters, forceful yet controlled, were his response – a silent admission of the turmoil within, a turmoil that resonated with the emotions Obi-Wan himself was grappling with.

Their exchanges grew more intense, sweat beading on their foreheads, muscles straining under the exertion. In this dance, each touch, each moment of contact, was an exploration – not just of physical boundaries, but of emotional ones. The space between them was charged with an unspoken dialogue, a conversation of pushes and pulls, advances and retreats.

As the session drew to a close, they stood, breaths heavy, gazes locked. In that moment, the training room, with its stark walls and echoing stillness, transformed into a confessional, a space where unspoken truths lingered on the brink of revelation. The understanding in their eyes was clear – they were not just comrades in arms, but two souls navigating the complexities of connection amidst the backdrop of war.

They parted with a nod, a mutual acknowledgment of the uncharted territory they had

just ventured into. The physical distance they put between themselves as they exited the training room did little to dispel the newfound proximity of their inner worlds. In the silence that followed their departure, the training room stood as a silent witness to the shift in their relationship, a shift marked not by grand gestures or declarations, but by the subtle language of body and glance, a language as old as time itself.

Obi-Wan, his thoughts a swirling vortex, retreated to the solitude of his quarters. The physical exertion of the session had done little to tire him; instead, it had ignited a deeper introspection. He pondered over the revelations the session had brought forth, the unexpected stirrings of emotion that Cody had unknowingly awakened. It was a path fraught with uncertainty, one that challenged the very foundations of his beliefs and his adherence to the Jedi code.

Meanwhile, Cody, his usual disciplined facade slightly cracked, found himself in the vastness of the ship's observation deck. Gazing out into the star-studded expanse of space, he contemplated the tumultuous feelings that had been stirred. The straightforward, uncomplicated existence of a soldier, once his only reality, now seemed inadequate to contain the complexity of his emotions. The experience with Obi-Wan had opened a door he had long kept shut, revealing a landscape of potential and peril that extended far beyond the battlefield.

In the days that followed, their interactions were marked by a new depth, a subtle shift in dynamics that did not go unnoticed by those around them. The soldiers, perceptive in their own right, observed the change with a mix of curiosity and respect. Whispers and speculative glances were exchanged, but the unspoken code of the ship ensured that their privacy remained intact.

Obi-Wan and Cody continued their training sessions, each encounter a further exploration of their evolving relationship. The physicality of their sparring became a metaphor for their emotional journey – a journey of discovery, understanding, and, perhaps most daunting of all, vulnerability.

In the midst of a galaxy torn by war, aboard a starship sailing through the endless night, two souls found themselves at the precipice of a profound connection. It was a connection that defied convention and expectation, a testament to the unpredictable nature of the heart and the indomitable spirit of connection that can flourish even in the most unlikely of places.

The training room aboard the Republic starship was a symphony of controlled chaos, its metallic walls reverberating with the sounds of clashing and grunting. In the center, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody, surrounded by a ring of soldiers, were locked in an intense hand-to-hand sparring session. The air was thick with tension, a tangible undercurrent to the usual rhythm of their training.

Obi-Wan, his movements fluid and precise, was the picture of Jedi calm. Yet, beneath this composed exterior, a storm of emotions raged, stirred by the recent shift in his relationship with Cody. Each block and parry carried a weight beyond physical training; it was a dance of unspoken words and suppressed feelings.

Cody, on the other hand, was a maelstrom of focus and intensity. His usual stoic demeanor was cracked, revealing a depth of emotion that rarely surfaced. The commander's strikes were sharp, a little too forceful, betraying the inner conflict he wrestled with.

The soldiers around them watched with a mix of awe and curiosity. They were used to seeing their leaders spar, but today, there was an electric charge in the air, a sense that something significant was unfolding before their eyes.

“Good, Cody. But remember, control,” Obi-Wan advised, parrying a particularly aggressive jab. His voice was steady, but his eyes, usually a wellspring of calm, flickered with a complex mix of concern and something deeper, harder to discern.

Cody grunted in acknowledgment, his expression hardening. The next exchange was fast, a blur of movement and power. In a swift motion, Cody broke through Obi-Wan's defense, pushing him back with unexpected force.

The room fell silent as Obi-Wan stumbled, barely catching himself. A look of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by one of understanding. He locked eyes with Cody, seeing the turmoil there, the unspoken apology, the fear.

Cody stepped back, his chest heaving. The intensity of his gaze wavered, a silent battle raging behind his eyes. Then, without a word, he turned and walked out of the training room, leaving a wake of stunned silence.

Obi-Wan watched him go, a myriad of emotions crossing his face. The other soldiers exchanged glances, their respect for their commanders mingled with a newfound curiosity about the dynamics at play.

“Resume training,” Obi-Wan finally said, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he felt. The soldiers hesitated for a moment before obeying, the rhythm of training resuming, but the atmosphere had shifted irrevocably.

As Obi-Wan engaged with another soldier, his movements were automatic, his mind elsewhere. He was acutely aware of the absence of Cody, of the unsaid things hanging between them like stars in the vastness of space. The session ended with routine efficiency, but the questions it raised lingered, unspoken but heavy in the air.

Later, in the quiet of his quarters, Obi-Wan sat in contemplation. The events of the day replayed in his mind, each moment a clue to the puzzle that was Cody. He knew he had to address what had happened, to bridge the gap that had opened between them. But the path forward was unclear, obscured by duty, the Jedi code, and the uncharted territory of his own heart.

*** 

In the days following their intense sparring session, the Republic starship felt like a world subtly altered, its corridors and common areas echoing with a new, unspoken narrative. Commander Cody, once a steadfast presence, became a shadow of his former self, his interactions with the crew and, most notably, with Obi-Wan Kenobi, marked by a stark transformation.

Cody, whose demeanor had always been an embodiment of discipline and efficiency, now moved through the ship like a ghost, his steps devoid of their usual purpose. His exchanges with the crew were brief, his words clipped, devoid of the warmth that had occasionally flickered in his interactions. In briefings, his reports were concise, lacking the insightful comments he was known for. He became a soldier wearing the armor of detachment, his gaze often drifting to a distant point, as if he were looking at something far beyond the ship's confines.

Obi-Wan, sensitive to the undercurrents of emotion, watched this change with a deepening concern. He noticed how Cody's eyes would briefly meet his before darting away, as if the contact was too much to bear. In the mess hall, Cody chose seats in the corners, away from the lively banter of the clone troopers, his meals consumed quickly, almost mechanically.

The change did not go unnoticed by the crew. Whispers circulated, a blend of speculation and worry. They respected Commander Cody, and seeing him so withdrawn sparked a ripple of unease. The clones, in particular, felt a sense of disquiet, their camaraderie with Cody having been a constant in their regimented lives.

In the solitude of his quarters, Cody grappled with the tempest within him. The walls, adorned with the sparse decorations of a military life, felt constricting, a physical manifestation of the turmoil in his mind. He was torn between the discipline that had defined his existence and the surge of emotions that the recent encounters with Obi-Wan had unleashed. His mind replayed their sparring session, each moment a reminder of the unspoken truths that lay between them.

The conflict within Cody was not just about breaking protocol or defying the expectations of a clone commander. It was deeper, a fundamental questioning of his identity, his purpose. The feelings for Obi-Wan, so starkly brought to light, were at odds with everything he had been taught to value – order, duty, the mission.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan found himself in a state of introspection, his usual clarity clouded by the complexity of his emotions. In the quiet of his quarters, he pondered over the right course of action. His training as a Jedi Master had always provided a roadmap for dealing with conflicts, both external and internal. Yet, this situation with Cody, it was uncharted territory, a delicate balance of personal feelings and the responsibilities of his role.

Obi-Wan realized that the bond he shared with Cody had evolved, morphing into something deeper, something that defied the simple categorization of friendship or comradeship. He acknowledged, perhaps for the first time, that his concern for Cody transcended the boundaries of their professional relationship.

The decision to reach out to Cody came after much deliberation. Obi-Wan understood that any conversation they had would be fraught with vulnerability, but the growing chasm between them was a risk to both their well-being and their ability to function effectively as a team.

Choosing a quiet evening, when the ship's activities had wound down to the slow hum of routine, Obi-Wan made his way to Cody's quarters. Standing before the door, he took a moment to compose himself, to find the balance between the Jedi Master and the man who cared deeply for the person on the other side of the door.

He pressed the buzzer, the sound a soft chime in the corridor's stillness. The door slid open, revealing Cody, his expression one of guarded surprise.

"Cody,

may I come in?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice carrying a calmness that belied the turmoil within.

Cody hesitated, his posture rigid, the lines of his face drawn tight with an unspoken struggle. After a moment that stretched like a chasm, he stepped aside, a silent assent.

Obi-Wan entered, his eyes taking in the starkness of the room, a reflection of the discipline and order that defined Cody's life. The air felt heavy, charged with the unvoiced thoughts that hung between them.

"Cody, we need to talk," Obi-Wan began, his words deliberate, each one chosen with care. "I've noticed you've been distant since our last sparring session. Is everything alright?"

Cody turned away, his gaze fixed on the small viewport that offered a view of the endless expanse of space. "I'm fine, sir," he replied, the formality of his tone a barrier he erected between them.

Obi-Wan took a step closer, his voice softening. "Cody, you don't have to call me 'sir' here. This isn't about rank or protocol. This is about you, about us."

Cody's shoulders tensed, the muscles beneath his shirt bunching with the effort to maintain control. "There's nothing to discuss, General. I'm just focusing on my duties," he said, but his voice betrayed a hint of uncertainty, a crack in the armor he had so carefully constructed.

Obi-Wan sighed, a deep, weary exhalation. "I know you, Cody. I've seen you in battle, seen you face impossible odds with courage and determination. But this," he gestured vaguely between them, "this isn't something you can fight or strategize your way through."

Cody finally turned, his eyes meeting Obi-Wan's. In them, there was a storm of emotions - conflict, fear, and something else, something that mirrored the feelings Obi-Wan himself harbored. "It's not that simple, Obi-Wan. You of all people should know that. Our lives, our duties, they don't leave room for... for this."

Obi-Wan nodded, acknowledging the truth in Cody's words. "I know the constraints we both live under. But denying what we feel, burying it under duty and obligation, that's not the answer. We're more than just a Jedi and a clone commander. We're people, Cody, with emotions and needs that go beyond our roles."

The room fell silent, the tension between them a palpable force. Cody looked away, a silent battle raging within him. Obi-Wan waited, giving him the space to process, to find the words that seemed to elude him.

Finally, Cody spoke, his voice low and strained. "What are you saying, Obi-Wan? That we should just forget who we are, forget the rules that govern our lives?"

"No," Obi-Wan replied gently. "I'm saying that sometimes, we have to look beyond the rules, listen to what our hearts are telling us. I can't pretend that I don't feel something more for you, Cody. And I believe, I hope, that you might feel the same."

Cody's facade cracked, the soldier's discipline giving way to the man's vulnerability. "I don't know what to do with these feelings, Obi-Wan. They go against everything I've been trained for, everything I've believed in."

Obi-Wan reached out, placing a hand on Cody's shoulder, a gesture of support and connection. "We'll figure it out together. We don't have to have all the answers now. All I'm asking is that we acknowledge what's between us, give it a chance to be more than just unspoken words and hidden glances."

Cody's resistance waned, the weight of his internal struggle lessening under the understanding and compassion in Obi-Wan's eyes. He nodded slowly, a silent acknowledgment of the journey they were about to embark on, one fraught with uncertainty but also filled with the promise of something profound and transformative.

As Obi-Wan left Cody's quarters, there was a sense of a door opening, a new chapter in their lives beginning. The ship, with its metallic corridors and hum of activity, felt less like a vessel hurtling through space and more like

a witness to the unfolding of something deeply human, a narrative that transcended the usual boundaries of duty and rank.

In the quiet that followed, Cody stood alone, the echo of Obi-Wan's words lingering in the room like a new kind of music, one that resonated with the unexplored parts of his heart. He gazed out into the cosmos, the stars a tapestry of possibilities, mirroring the uncharted territory of his emotions. For the first time, he allowed himself to consider a future where his feelings could have a place, where the strict lines of his existence could blur into something richer, more colorful.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan walked through the corridors with a sense of purpose, his steps lighter, his mind clearer. The conversation with Cody had been a risk, but it was a risk born of necessity, of the need to acknowledge the truth that had been silently growing between them. He felt a sense of relief, a weight lifted, knowing that the path ahead, though uncertain, was one they had chosen to walk together.

The crew, sensing the subtle shift in their commanders, watched with a mixture of curiosity and respect. The clones, in particular, saw in Cody a reflection of their own struggles with identity and purpose. In Obi-Wan, they saw a leader who valued the individual, who understood that beneath the armor and robes, there were hearts beating with desires and dreams.

In the following days, the dynamic between Obi-Wan and Cody subtly changed. Their interactions were tinged with a new depth, a mutual understanding that spoke of shared secrets and unspoken promises. They continued their duties with the same dedication and skill, but there was an undercurrent of something more, a connection that had deepened, becoming something integral to their existence.

Their training sessions, once a routine part of their regimen, took on a new significance. They were no longer just exercises in combat skills but moments of connection, opportunities to explore the balance between strength and vulnerability, discipline and emotion.

In this galaxy torn by conflict and strife, aboard a starship navigating the endless expanse of space, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody found themselves at the beginning of a journey not just of war and strategy, but of self-discovery and connection. It was a journey that defied the norms, that challenged the conventions of their lives, but in its defiance, it offered a glimpse of something truly extraordinary – the power of understanding, empathy, and the courage to face the unknown, together.

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[mohammedrinshad]

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astro notes: daily transits 8/3

Saturday, 8/3, brings an energetic shift as the Moon transitions from the sensitive sign of Cancer into the bold and expressive sign of Leo early in the morning. This change encourages a more outgoing and enthusiastic approach to the day. However, an intense Moon–Pluto opposition shortly after the ingress introduces powerful emotional dynamics that could stir deep-seated feelings. The day ends on a more proactive note with a lunar sextile to Mars, promoting open communication and problem-solving.

Key Influences

Moon Ingress into Leo (4:10 a.m.): Bold and Expressive: The Moon's move into Leo shifts the emotional atmosphere from protective and nurturing to bold and expressive. This transit encourages a more confident and outgoing demeanor, fostering creativity and a desire for recognition.

Moon–Pluto Opposition (5:18 a.m.): Intense Emotions: This opposition can bring deeply felt emotions to the surface, often with a dramatic flair. The influence of Pluto suggests that underlying issues may be revealed, leading to intense emotional experiences and possible power struggles.

Lunar Sextile to Mars (Gemini) (10:36 p.m.): Proactive Communication: The sextile between the Moon and Mars in Gemini encourages active and open discussions. This aspect supports tackling the issues that arose earlier in the day, promoting assertive yet constructive conversations.

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Morning Boldness: Embrace Confidence: With the Moon entering Leo, start the day with activities that boost your confidence and allow you to express yourself creatively. This is a good time to engage in pursuits that bring you joy and let your personality shine.

Handling Intense Emotions: Stay Grounded: The Moon–Pluto opposition can stir deep emotions. Acknowledge these feelings without getting overwhelmed. Practicing grounding techniques, such as deep breathing or journaling, can help manage the intensity.

Evening Communication: Talk It Out: The lunar sextile to Mars later in the evening provides an opportunity to discuss any problems that arose during the day. Use this time to communicate openly and honestly, addressing issues head-on with a willingness to find solutions.

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Morning Activities: Boost Your Mood: Start the day with activities that make you feel vibrant and confident. Whether it's dressing up, engaging in a favorite hobby, or spending time with loved ones, focus on what makes you feel good.

Midday Reflection: Process Emotions: During the intense Moon–Pluto opposition, take some time to reflect on any strong emotions that come up. Avoid impulsive reactions and instead try to understand the deeper issues at play.

Evening Discussions: Resolve Conflicts: Utilize the proactive energy of the Moon–Mars sextile to have meaningful conversations. Address any conflicts or issues that surfaced earlier with clarity and a problem-solving mindset.

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[vveakfish]

thinking abt this post (not adding a screenshot bc op [@mrpsychokiller] turned off reblogs and i wanna respect that) but like, idk it just got my brain moving.

i did my undergrad thesis on how sex and community in queer spaces can often go hand in hand & how kink can act as a vehicle for finding community within a subculture can in some (but not all) cases be Very sex centric.

And it was such a fucking trip to work on this project within the confines of Art School™ & realize that nearly every one of my professors wrote off the deeper meaning of my work because the images i was making were a lil kinky.

It created this really strange dichotomy within the feedback i got that semester.

My peers (namely the ones who were also queer freaks themselves) fucking Got It. we had in depth conversations about what it was that i was trying to say, and it was so great to have them around me while i worked myself to the bone on these prints.

but when i got critiques from my thesis advisor –and all the other professors in my program – it was like all they could see was the fact that i was depicting men who also happened to be sexy.

I remember about half way through the semester, when we did our like midterm review or whatever, there was very little talk about my technique, or if the images were effectively conveyed, or any of the other things my peers who were tackling less ‘risqué’ subject matter got feedback on. It was all about how the work was horny & bc of that they weren’t sure if it was ‘impactful enough’ to be thesis material.

“Okay, so u think they’re hot. Now what?”

And the thing that i found So interesting about this whole thing is that these prints weren’t even the most erotic work i’d done that year.

the last project i’d worked on the semester prior to thesis was a series of four paintings of porn stills. Dick, Balls, AND Hole all lovingly rendered in oils.

So when it came time to figure out what i wanted to do for thesis, i considered going in that same direction. But in the end, i decided the point of the project wasn’t the Raunch factor. So, i chose to pare back the sex so that my message wouldn’t get lost in it.

And Yet, there i was, standing in front of a room full of str8 ppl who couldn’t look past the suggestiveness of a twunk bound in shabari, or a big chested bear in a leather jacket, or a drag queen dancing in sexy lace up heels for long enough to even consider that maybe the work Wasn’t just about that.

The thing i realized (only at the end of the semester in trying to work through my feelings on all of this as i wrote out my thesis paper) was that outside of my peers, none of the people who had a chance to view my work and engage with it before it was complete did so in good faith. They decided that my work was intellectually worth less because it could be read as horny.

And like, ignoring the fact that i wasn’t making these images for sexual gratification, it shouldnt have MATTERED if i were !!!

These professors spent four years talking about how our work should evoke feeling in people, and that we should keep that in mind while composing our images etc. etc. etc.

but as soon as they thought the reaction the work might have been evoking was Horny™ it wasn’t deep enough.

I don’t really have a conclusion to this post, other than to say i fucking agree with the sentiment of the one i linked at the top. Fetish, kink, or sex should not detract from a work of art. And the fact that it does is a disservice not just to the artists who enjoy working on that kind of subject matter, but also the audience.

If your first response when seeing a work of art and learning that it Might have some element of sex involved in it is to deem it wrong, or shallow, or gross, you’re robbing yourself of the opportunity to engage with the work in a meaningful way.

and this is not to say “everyone should look at fetish art, idc if it icks you, get over it!!”

all i ask is that you investigate why it evokes such a strong reaction in you. Is your discomfort actually about the image itself? or is there something else going on. Sit with it for a second.

and since i wrote all this out and talked about my thesis, i might as well link the essay here. I’m still really proud of this project, and i have the prints embedded within the essay, so check it out if you have the chance!

[unpopularwriter25]

Ooooh Demon Slayer matchups ? Has been so long since i requested one! Thx in advance

Gender: female

Age: Late 20s

Im short about 5'6 and have back hair and brown eyes. Personality im usually quiet and most times have a poker face but it goes away as soon as someone talks to me. I dont really like uncomfortable silences. And i then to dislike ppl in general that are too loud or think they are over others.

Things i like to do: Sleep! For Real my top thing. Video games and listen to music. Fav animal are sharks (so i may have a shark breathing style lol). And fav season and holiday is fall and halloween. I dont have a problem with gore or horror and its a media i enjoy a lot.

I would prefer a male pair but im happy with a fem too if you think it fits me better haha.

Hey! Thank you for the request!! I hope you enjoy!

I ship you Giyu Tomioka!!

Both share a calm and reserved nature, often preferring quiet moments over loud interactions. Your initial poker face melts away when engaged, which Giyu may find endearing as he navigates his own guarded emotions.

Giyu's stoic demeanor could intrigue you, drawing you in with his mysterious aura that contrasts your more open personality once engaged. His enigmatic presence might spark curiosity in you, leading to deeper conversations and connections.

Giyu's Water Breathing technique aligns perfectly with your favorite animal, sharks, adding a unique connection between you both. You might even share techniques and insights into the art of combat, blending your styles seamlessly.

Your dislike for people who are too loud or overbearing could be balanced by Giyu's composed and respectful demeanor, fostering a sense of mutual understanding and respect. Together, you create a harmonious balance, finding comfort in each other's presence without the need for excessive words.

Late-night gaming sessions where you both unwind and enjoy each other's company in the peaceful hours of the night. Giyu might surprise you with his skill and dedication in the virtual world, adding an element of friendly competition to your bond.

Cozy autumn strolls through the colorful foliage, sharing quiet moments together amidst the beauty of the season. You might find solace in the tranquility of nature, deepening your connection as you explore the wonders of fall together.

Finding solace in each other's company amidst the chaos of demon slaying, providing each other with much-needed support and understanding. Your partnership becomes a source of strength, allowing you to face even the toughest challenges with confidence and determination.

Bonding over shared interests such as your love for sleep, video games, and music, creating a strong foundation for your relationship to grow. Your mutual passions bring you closer together, strengthening your bond with each passing day.