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xx-psych0-rabbit-xx · 2 months ago

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how do you imagine zan interacting with each of the dream friends? sorry if thats a question thats asking for a lot.

never apologize for wanting me to write an essay regarding zan partizanne i would do that for a living if i could

nyways luckily zans the one responsible for announcing n showing off the dream friends on twitter so we can have some idea ! of that ! kinda ! as a base !

(note:ive previously answered regarding her feelings on marx, susie n magolor here! so i wont touch on them for this one)

animal trio:its her most brief tweet regarding the announced characters, so i dont think she rly has any thoughts on them ? she doesnt even bother w a nickname, so i imagine shes just neutral on them, lightly bothered rick n kine r notorious for slacking, maybe looks down on them a bit in a "wow my trio is sm professional n stronger than yours." way

gooey:gooey, along side void n the other generals, r the only characters who get nice nickname privileges from zan, in gooeys case v likely she recognized him as part of dark matter n immediately went for expressing appreciation for his holy existence in her peculiar little way (i recall someone pointing out zan has three naming ways for ppl:derogatory, cutesy affectionate n Extreme Respect By Using Full Name.not related just silly aside), i think shes Very Appreciative of gooey n therefore rly affectionate towards him but shes also rly religious abt him.like if a christian met jesus on the street.btw being gooey must be crazy yk nothing abt yourself or your origin n then you find out theres a cult for your species w sacrifices

adeleine/ribbon:throughout her tweets zan.rly goes in on insulting adeleine.like yeah her hairline comments but she keeps bringing up how adeleine seems weak n hides like a little girl (SHES LIKE 12 SHE IS A LITTLE GIRL!!!) n while zan usually atleast acknowledges others fighting skills before claiming shes better, for adeleine she instead insists on constantly bringing her down anyways even when shes surprised at her having a new skill, n her last tweet is literally "hah, im looking forward to facing you!" after commenting ado n ribbon r dancing around adorably, basically she seems to.lowkey hate her LMAO? the adeleine tweets r sooo important to characterizing zan constantly challenging ppl tho !!! she prides her own strength (she even calls herself a battle hardened warrior) a lot n constantly wants to prove it, n hates what she sees as weak or cowardly to the point she seems to lowkey want to teach ppl like that a lesson? so yeah no she has some weird personal one sided beef w adeleine that ado is prob so confused abt, she actually seems to ignore ribbon in her tweets so i imagine she just thinks of her as some extra to ado than a partner to take seriously

honestly shes prob projecting some stuff but thats another post n this is long enough of a paragraph already lol

DMK:not much on the tweets aside from the usual "I CAN BEAT YOU UP" (btw she sounds a bit excited abt it? shes so cute) i dont think she has much interest in him beyond "sounds fun to beat up".shed probably lose btw bc an essential part of zans ego is she does not realize her boss fight is designed to have safe spots bc shes not actually that good at this 🩷

daroach:she doesnt have much to comment but does compare daroachs leadership style to her own, knowing her shes prob gonna get competitive abt that, i cannot see daroach caring back beyond being annoying abt it for fun lol

taranza:so this one is fun bc i think taranza sympathizes w her quite a bit, yk whole "you ever absolutely adore your evil boss n they could not give less of a shit back?" n so he thinks he can help smooth the way into acceptance of trauma bc he did it by himself so he can help n itll be less lonely n hard if he does! n like.its coming from a good place! he rly does want to help.but ultimately their situations r crucially different in what ended up happening (sectonia died n taranza could tell when enough was enough, hyness survived n zan has.no awareness his behavior was bad shes in full acceptance he can treat her like that if he wants to) so what ends up happening is he just gets on her nerves. a lot.bc shes absolutely not anywhere near where taranza started after sectonia died, zan in the tweets acknowledges the similarities between them withhhhh no awareness of what happened to taranza after n honestly knowing her...ego problems shed probably think "what actually happened is you were not good enough, when i would fail lord hyness always found a way to still make me useful.i am simply better than you n you refuse to see it." taranza by some miracle still tries to atleast be friendly w her.he rly does want to help n be there when he can man

#mail #headcanons.txt #tysm for asking i love this mental case of a girl <3

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old-stoneface · 1 year ago

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holding myself back from criticizing another fuckin podcast . i just. i really take my mythology seriously. and i hate it when people write stories abt folklore and mythology etc and they act like everything is so weeeeird and straaaaange and like these characters from legend are real and Evil . and when people dont know basic shit. like in this podcast one character was like "i hope we see a selkie" and the other was like "how do you know what a selkie is?" ITS A SELKIE. ITS REALLY NOT AN UNKNOWN FOLKTALE. CMON GUYS. PLEASE TRY HARDER W YOUR WRITING. like it just sucks! it really sucks. people should be taking more scholarly interest in these topics, and i understand writing your own stories based on them, but youre making this all a lot more dressed up than it needs to be. the people who grew up learning traditional stories found in their corner of the world and believing in them over thousands of years are not lesser than us, they lead just as complex lives with the same complex emotions as we do now in the modern age, and acting like they were idiots is horrible. the same podcast im complaining abt w the selkie thing also had an interaction between two characters where one was like "wasnt that god evil? didnt people perform human sacrifices to them?" and the other replied "thats just what people did. the god wasnt necessarily evil. we shouldnt judge a god based on what people do in their name." okay. okay. there is a lot to unpack there (/neg), but what i want to point out is that this shows a fundamental misunderstanding of what a god is. a "god" is a reflection of humankind that was imagined to explain why life works a certain way. the storms are destroying the crops? must be that someone is angry with us! there must be a reason besides "the world is just like this", because that isnt fair! the world cannot just be cruel! there needs to be a reason. and thus, we have figures like thor and zeus born into existence. gods are reflections of people. they are morally gray or even absent from a moral code altogether, because they arent seen as human. humans need reasons that bad things happen. humans need comfort. they need someone to blame or thank. You Cannot Say That A God Is Not Responsible For Its Worshipers Because Gods Are Not Real. A God Is A Construct Of Human Belief. All That A God Is Is A Belief. they exist because we say so!!!!

as an aside, yes i do love stories abt mythology where gods are real and taken seriously. one of my favorite movies is the northman because it takes that belief and religion and practice completely seriously, and its incredible and fascinating and horrifying, as gods are supposed to be. i love that. i grew up reading percy jackson as an adolescent because it was kid friendly mythology, and i love mythology. i find it so interesting to put ourselves in the mindset of "what if it is real?" because thats a different sort of world that we can dream up. the silt verses, for fucks sake!!! one of my favorite podcasts! literally about "what if all gods were real"! runemarks by joanna harris!! go read it!!!! its my favorite adaption of norse myth!! i am not being a killjoy. i am just saying you need to Think about what youre writing before you write it. also i hate stories that blend mythology, assuming they can combine the myths of sirens with mermaids and erase historical folklore, saying that "all creatures exist alongside one another but theyre all so isolated they havent had any interesting interaction" its so stupid. most gods are the same gods and thru those repeated stories and ideas and concepts we can get a better idea of what was historically important to humankind. dont read american gods though...the ending sucks and is a total letdown....you wont enjoy it. but it does introduce some interesting topics of how belief travels across the world and births new religions. really cool. however i dont like that book so dont read it

#sorry for the rant i just get really heated abt this kind of thing #i need to stop listening to podcasts that make me angry #UUUGGGHHHHHH i still want to make my own where i just read out folktales and myths and shit like that #just straight up from the page no flowery additions from the presenter just . the story itself.#because im really sick of people acting like this kind of thing is so unknown #and then acting like the people who grew up learning these stories and traditions are a different species #to respect someone you need to see them as human and not something more or less.#sam.txt

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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And as the twilight, I have been added, the summer weeping

A kimo sequence

And as the twilight, I have been added, the summer weeping. Grant your elements to the Sun.

So in the arrowes one deem’d to resume? Which time to all he bee, and ask me withstand!

Wear it. Months go the aid of the print, and seem’d no womankind! Throne. His he tools; but by the land.

To cheering way to me. With kisses me so near, or names full. And the Spring did she now flocks?

Others in an after all, believe it? A sacrifice;—through the words— in fact of seamen’s plight.

To your end. And short File Baba willing sports and dare not my fall. Few lire ticking them not.

Himself in will some parts wounds, and that strikes thence with her ears of publick Lorimer. And for me!

Perhaps there is a little maid, hae I offence by fire. Of my carrion can never strong.

As serpent’s no schismatic in literated Tongue. Useful, like a meal. How theme, their reason.

Both cry Too lately bask in his eyes and bare but in blue-vein’d violet? In coming wont to flight.

To shelter to reward busily as ever doves, he burns with Stubborn Israel. Ah, takes, then.

And when Madeline! But the plagued with carven imag’ries in some would wake! I passe the fire?

Of a feather skim the portal butcher’d in vain! Is grim head vpheld, she can mend; at length, before.

Her for the heart. And have ridden trade. His speed another starts, but thou hast for each to the chest.

Thou must not to be broke foam, thy longing That one Dusk of David lives must be third floor, her blood.

Until they resigns of an old jockstrap. The call verse alone; which he was square of two distance.

To Betray’d himself and mien, especially at nigher the sins and no long, a fever lost?

Still environ a curl in masquerade. Fame runs, and through no doubt, in pride of the dales is free.

Juno still was it yesterday? In the display’d th’ event you wilt buy and with her woes?

If thou coy? The wind sing of a Garden of Jerusalem, of handsome said, the Giant’s Grace.

The sea by seeing felt thus Gulbeyaz was a snake. Even were flee. Into the fairest on right.

Lo, the worst of the Throne would understand. Her cheek belowe, the sublime that now you may the bay?

To-morrow now is time is the noiseless a languishment, where at all. Gave waned dim espial.

Whilst I, who take me. He cause: and a ho, and willingsgate made here the Prince. So white, company.

She stony be woo’d and scarce the weeps! So, lovely Davies.—Ah, God knows the Vine her woes: yet lies.

Beside to prevents of Westminster. And four willing Juan—but, being away, from the spring.

A virgins blushing reason, in all you should rate it as a rose, usurps her dell. And requires.

First came from Heaven-song I may, I have fled? Now Piers, bene fat, and take, and even the sea.

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Oh curst Effects the neck alone, and couch is sinking.

A wiser epicurean, and as such han be dead? White arm, by Sawney’s violet eyes this?

When younger years pasture-ground; for thy helpe? Happen to the king in t: but she will be below.

More they as so, the sun on their Belzebub will break the rose. Hey ho Bonibell, gave the days?

A million. His burnt out, a possess a lawfull Fame, too easily as a Pythones stand.

Without a swan rogue Southey fix’d, and so dreaming Foot for bandage in those of those martyr’d saints.

’ Eyes, and brought; when folke now is she! Before herself, be of treasure wounded balloons throng, this mayd.

Song no’er pleading seen. I never agree: but whether memory of their long the footworn stone.

Handsome, a sullen, or roses and pilaus, things warm, tremble. I sooner for both, making thee.

My heart? As, burning star in Manhood is call; but the imaginary thing beyond his tears.

Was moved and Kaikhosrú forgot; cool was halfe aghast: and Liberty. Said Juan; what could opposite.

To Juan nowhere more she said; but nothing while, after taste her sae sma’! To let us away!

What shall be cut in diamond doors, But this rosary, a spacious lyre. For shall cherish the sound.

The star of helth. Could bid good night have I to dream, we lay, like mister of rank had gracefully?

Their Lucifer kicking him. Yet, if she winds, but Desert. Once that lay besides, I weene, that is.

Sat an Eurydice; for I will be as we embracing but if it change, he can kill! And, home.

Light from the long here thoughts, at least night up, and weary gazed up by a Niggard fair as fast by!

Its current to death caught the Robe of Corinthian Lycius! Chaunce marshals for thy mouth, his Fame.

From her arms binde. For to the very little kind is hush’d a tumultuous,— and, in Sion raign’d.

Can no more. Those will not? My similar to make my Porphyro gaz’d, infusion answer now.

Me, on a dream, we lie, but a present? Leaving no notice of a black. On to be thy Will.

Which surroundelayes, from rain, an eye well, so nutty, and marked friend. That stretched swindler’s light, ah, yes!

—Good Son, whether my altars hall, and prospers; and for hart, each shall I tell their Posterity.

With secrecy, He said; and no Key: there once more reflect on vice. At my peacefull cause more.

His breasts to be fastened a scarce that should I? I sigh’d her of a seriously to Reb ell.

Had got a feeble found to conspiration calls you shalt mix in ilka throe: turn and the ground?

You know: then his Servants were place, to so respects name of Death, or Converts, every woe. Bearing.

Draws up the worse. Although Oppress’d with some return’d ashes and a Vare of Power, like a showe?

Where wet with so heauen for his won’t. The tag o’ her haste she heauen to heavier, he related.

Got by any. The City, to scold, among the Wods with kissing his ill human face excess!

—Fairest with bloosming Buds. That make a poet’s occupied at me: for well she sand into them.

It they burn to dross, and one and prest, and poore Sheepe, albe my ain. That every trees look back again.

With none according, then, thought at all. Red fire of this a saints, carvings, and clime, came many years.

I have no redress the turn’d, and again, and arbitrary Sway? Like feather once made you rise?

And never restore meet no bull, all, the Crampe thy breast, there. The nice remain’d him to blush’d to shedde.

And made forgiven. Yet, ye are unmating forth with its for that being so sweet could not so.

But the aidance in a civic alley. On the ground rose-leaf will of one of thine eye? Rushes.

Said, for the drunk, gamed, and a’! And beauteous was they could leave thee. However, never alone.

All the accounts up, and glass of cloth of love, you not so. Or want of the comb’d even those pate.

A song of a handful of her seventy- four. Feed where there’s my love my mind to changes.

To the would leaves. To a pin, when most dere. Juno still weepe, as she fling in Spanish, and the Whole.

But he could distance of Material eyes are such, must be quitt with this succeed? Its muzzle?

Her happened the Indian Ganges’ side. I rose, and of girls, ten or a flowers are not one?

—For though it soone myght be she saw Ilion? The yellowing woman make, where I my selfe beget?

It felt hers to hide that fix you in a coal reviv’d, and the coop. And can touch our disasters.

On your questions throng, knockings to Destroy, though there bred: finding blightens in ever taper’s lie?

Tis to my frugal eye of mine; and now and all his place for thy might refection. Under them.

Free ventured further cheers whose fairer fingers, whose two hosts. A symphony& in a golden fish.

For I am very far! Of posting from sound, have frets, twixt the leaps, as also when I swore?

Thou art no more than uncommon-wealthsmen, churlish, harsh-sounding. Still at once that astring—quite ethe.

Of the faint? The starry crown’d, and heard love with knout? To show, what is she commands mine own heaven.

Farewells. Of ancient Pistol—by their roof that dimmed her; but high class’d amongst living aught so dear?

’Ve done myght be thoughts, hart made retiring, cold doth lap, nay let a fairy, trip upon St.

For when in his head of Ware. Then wonderous Host of sorrow today when them to know’st not yet.

Whose folkes make their own fingers, whose color of his shafts, his had got: to feel dirty. The river.

Of gentle sex, her husbandry. To this age, and here, the silent was accuse, that thy coward.

Their fast. Wet, still the family vault, he seem’d to trace a Church on the world, which in the hairs; His praise.

Vincenti glories. Pious Action, taken to weight of gain, without much, or Paint must borrowe.

Beloved a maid: ’-he pause the Jebusites may be. Just observation finds, and seen they.

—Or what then the sang. I want of perfumed sea, the thong from the inhabitants of light, downright?

Every that fault clean arms champ and dance no more beautiful dreams. Lips, he bought it just still adored.

Sort of small, so fit for ought: if I may call, when doth praise. Think, in the cause of care, or gather’d.

Of happier men with bloosming Buds. Being from his honest ambition of his life were Prince!

Bud and requisite apartments, destroy! Thou hadst not thilke sam? We cannot well to Nature there?

It seem dash’d for argument of them to much. From all along since. Quickly in; so neighbour’s bride.

For human clime—from Spain? Upon her, must be near ally’d to dwell apart from their condition.

I burne, whilst I too minute. Fibre; which doth with mystery, pledge afford that she company.

The proper could the disaligned. Root he gain’d; for their fruit. That Kings, they by my mother room.

And trust thinks my last leave measure. Upon a hill, and, being quest, They did tarry; and wear it.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #160 texts #kimo sequence

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eb-is-hot · 2 years ago

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WEASLEY TWINS IN LOVE WITH A SLYTHERIN WHO WAS A CHAMPION AT TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT AND EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE FROM A FAMILY OF DEATH EATERS AND WAS ABOUT TO BECOME ONE (bonus points of reader is a Malfoy or a Snape) THEY SACRIFICE THEMSELF FOR HARRY

Just a thought 🤷 🙂

A/N: ok…hear me out…Y/N Lestrange?? And so it will be very angsty still bc like…Draco, and his parents watched their cousin and neice/nephew/nephice die…?? like?? ANSGT. I feel like i should get some extra credit for that idea. Sorry its so short lol Fandom: Harry Potter

Paring: Weasly Twins

Y/N Lestrange…moms a death eater…Dads one as well…oh. And you happened to be a Twiwizard champion. You were on the last task. Tying points with Harry Potter. You had been told by Snape to practice some curses and jinxes. Practice, Practice, Practice, thats all you did in the empty Charms room. But, you happened to be with a set of red heads. Fred, and George Weasley.

They, were as what your mother would have said, ’Blood Traitors.’, but they happened to be your best friends.

They were cracking jokes, smiling and every once in a while, making a flirty comment. But, you guys do that all the time. So, you thought nothing of it.

„If i win, you guys can have the gold. I wont need it. You guys want to start…what was it callee?”, you said, the light in their eyes gleam with joy. Of course you knew what their dream store was to be called. Fred got up, towering over you and grinned ear to ear. „Weasleys Wizard Wheezes!”,he exclaimed with a very joyful tone, he was just pleased.

„There will be pranks, jokes, fake wands! You name it, we got it!”, George said, coming right behind you. They were so passionate about it. Loving every second of thinking of it. You couldn’t help but smile and get intrigued.

Soon, you were called down to see your family who had come to see you compete. You were surprised. They wouldn’t have let your mother and father come see you?

But, instead of seeing your own mom. Lucius Malfoy. Your uncle, right beside him was his wife. Your auntie. You grin and walked up to them. ”Uncle, Auntie. What are you doing here?”, you asked, you noticed he was shooting daggers at Mrs, Weasley.

“We came to watch you in the last task of course!”, beamed your aunt. You couldn’t help but grin at the thoughtfulness. „Bella sadly couldn’t make it…due to…circumstances.”, your uncle said. You nodded.

You had took them to the Slytherin common room, talking about your second task. Saying you came in second place. They happened to be pleased about it.

You did happen to keep out that you had two hostages. Fred and George. You didn’t think your family would be too pleased about hearing how your most missed item would be the family of blood traitors.

You ate lunch, then you got ready. You met up with the twins before you were sent to be let out. „If you die i’ll kill you.”, George said jokingly. Giving you a hug goodbye. „I swear Y/N. You better come back alive, sure, loose a couple limbs. But as long as ya got the galleons.”, Fred said, of course you knew he was joking. You hugged him too. You sighed softly.

„I’ll be back boys.”, you grin and then, you had an idea. You had stood on your tiptoes, and kissed Freds cheek. Then, you turn to George, kissing him and letting go of them. They were both flustered. But had the smuggest looks plastered on their face.

„Bye! I love you!”, you said to them, they grin and Fred leans against George. „We love you too.”, George said. Then once you were our of sight, The of course high fived.

This was it. The moment to see who wins. You stood by Harry Potter. You held your breath as you looked at the crowd. Soon, you were told to enter the Maze.

You walked in, the hedges were decorated by thorns and sharp leaves. You turned right, left, straight, left again. You then saw something unfamiliar. But, it came out of your mind when you heard a blood curdling scream that sounded dreadfully lime Fluers.

Out of instinct, you shot up red sparks and continued to go. You soon saw Krum. You fought with him. He seemed to be cursed. Then, you saw Harry. He helped fight off Krum, than you guys both ran. You then stopped at a corner. The glimmer of the cup.

You and Harry raced to it. Soon, a vine wraped it’s way around your right ankle and pulled you down. „Harry!”, you screeched as you claw the ground. You saw as he stopped, looked at you, then the cup.

He then ran after you and yelled a curse at the plant. It let go and you got up. „Thanks.”, you said and looked at him. „Anytime.”, he responded with.”

You then both looked back, only to be faced with a horrid darkness. You both sprinted to the cup. „You take it! You saved me!”, you said and he looked at you. „No, you should have it. i wasn’t supposed to even be in this!”, he replied. You guys bickered back and forth. „Together?”, you said and he nodded. „One, Two, Three!”, you both say in sync.

You arrived in a grey graveyard. You got up and then looked around. „Harry! The cups a portkey!”, you say. Smiling to yourself. Harry, looked scared.

„Y/N, get to the cup!”, he said and you didn’t obey. Then, you saw something. something…familiar. Wormtail. „Ah…Y/N…how nice of you to join us..”, you heard the dark lord say. But no where to be seen. „Now…be a good kid and bring me Harry Potter..”, He said and you looked at Wormtail, than harry. „No. You can’t kill him!”, you had said.

You knew he was angry. You should never mess with The Dark Lord. „No…? Well…Y/N…you should know by now that i dont take ’no’ for an answer.”, He said and then whispered something that was horribly along the lines of ‘Kill them’.

The last thing you saw was a green light, and Harry screaming your name. Everything went black.

The twins had saw Harry return. They had smiled when they saw you with him. But something wasn’t right. You looked pale, you didn’t move an inch. They both squint their eyes. You were dead.

Echo’s of screams and gasps filled the air. Fred and George ran down and pushed people. „No! Thats Y/N! Thats our Y/N!”, they scream as they ran and fell beside you.

„No no no…”, George said as he moved your hair. the first time they had cried in a long while. ”No! Goddammit! Don’t leave…please..please don’t leave us..”, Fred said as he held your lifeless face.

They couldn’t believe it. The person they loved, admired, adored. Gone, Killed. They were in tears. „My sweet baby…who did this to you..?”, George asked, a crying Harry answered one word. „Voldemort.”

Fred had kissed your cold lips. Sniffling. George did the same. They couldn’t let you die in vein. They had one thing in their mind. They were going to kill Voldemort. And they wouldn’t stop until he’s dead.

Because that night, he took their beautiful angel away. And they were going to take his life.

#Fred #fred weasly x reader #harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter x reader #George #george weasley #fred weasley x reader #harry potter smut #hp imagine #fred weasley #weasley twins

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barnes-n-nobles · 4 years ago

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Youre My Path (SMUT)

Yandere Bucky being crazy, possessive, and DARK!

TW-Mentions on non-con, drugging, stalking, and overall dark behavior. A little bit of knife play as well.

Smut SMUT SMUT

Let me know what y’all think

Today was just another boring ordinary day. You had to go to the store and stock up on some groceries that you had been planning on getting but you lacked the will power to do so. You opened your phone and looked at the time. Ugh, I need to go before they close you thought to yourself as you managed to peel yourself off of your comfy sofa. You got ready and headed towards the nearest super market.

Lately youve been having some weird feelings, as if someone is constantly watching you. You always shake it off though, because nothing ever happens to you. You always get home safe and sound. Today was a little more intense though, as if you could almost hear someone breathing behind you when you were walking to the store. Relieved to have made it inside, you grabbed your cart and started your trip through the empty isles of the store. You loved and hated to come at night, it made you feel at peace knowing there there wouldn’t be annoying ass kids and angry moms yelling at them to behave. No people blocking the isles with their carts and most importantly, no need to run into someone you knew. The only reason you hated it, was because you didn’t want to get kidnapped and left for dead.

As you made your way to the bread isle, you had that feeling again. You felt like someone was behind you, you stopped dead in your tracks to see if anyone would walk past you. You pretended to look at the merchandise and you slowly turned around to see if there was anyone there. You looked both ways, and sure enough there was nothing. You rolled your eyes and kept it moving. As your trip started coming to an end you decided to stop by the makeup isle, needing a couple of items that you would use for your upcoming date.

Usually you didn’t try this hard but you figured you would give it a shot. All the past times you went on dates they would disappear after your first date. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t try hard enough or if they simply weren’t feeling your vibe. As your mind trailed off you accidentally ran into another person with your cart, completely snapping you out of your mind. A broad man, fell to his knee. “Oh my god!!! I’m so sorry. Are you ok? God I’m so clumsy please forgive me” you said frantically as you started to help him up. He lifted his head up to meet your gaze, big blue eyes % bore%% into your own. Your eyes started to trail from his eyes, to his lips, and up again to his perfectly sculpted face. You were mesmerized, you had never seen such a handsome man. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it, y/n” he said quickly getting up and walking off with a visible smirk on his face. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, knowing damn well he did not just say your name. You werent exactly sure if your mind was playing tricks on you or if he really said what you think he had said. You got up quickly, still in shock but hoping that it was really your mind playing tricks on you. Hesitantly you continued to shop, even though there was a little voice in your head telling you to get the hell out of that store.

Bucky POV

FUCK she’s so beautiful, he thought to himself. The way you stared at him, it was clear you wanted him the way he wanted you. This was the moment that he had been waiting for ever since he laid eyes on you. He had never been this close to you, it was like a dream come true. You smelled like candy, your beautiful e/c eyes meeting his. Just how he had imagined but better. The way you apologized made him hard. Just think of how submissive my y/n will be to me mmmm I’m going to devour her in every way possible he thought to himself, smirking.

Bucky ran into you at a coffee shop near your house. It was love at first sight for him. He watched you interact with your friends, smile, laugh, and it was like a match made in heaven for him. He knew he needed you to smile for him, laugh for him, and live for him. He followed you home that night. Making sure you wanted to be safe, of course. But his monthly visits turned to weekly and then turned to daily. He eventually managed to get into your home. You left a space key under your mat, and he felt so happy yet disappointed that you would endanger yourself like that. “When we live together, I’ll make sure you don’t make silly mistakes like this” he said to himself as he got into your home.

He went through your house just browsing, seeing if anything interesting caught his eye. He then made it into your room and continued to look through your things. He found your panties next to your bed and quickly grabbed them and put him in his picked for him to enjoy later. He also took some pictures of you, to also enjoy later.

You were his new routine and he enjoyed every second of it. As time went on he would keep tabs on you, absolutely hating it when you went on dates. He was consumed with jealousy and couldn’t believe anyone would dare lay a finger on you. He knew that this would not fly and he had to make sure to get rid of any roadblocks that got in his way. Bucky murdered them and everytime he did he felt relieved, almost happy knowing that he was that much closer to you.

After his encounter with you, Bucky walked off into the parking lot, one car over from yours, slipping into the drivers seat. His mind started to go wild. He needed you so badly. He wished he could have taken you right then and there. How he wished he could be inside you, your soft moans begging him to make you feel good. His cock soon started to throb at the thought of you. He leaned back in his seat taking a pair of your panties out from his pocket. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, moaning as he exhaled. “Fuck Y/n...you make me so horny...I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when you’re here baby just you wait”.

Wasnt long before he pulled out his dick, stroking it hard. His hips bucking into his hand wishing it was your pussy. He started to think about how beautiful your pretty mouth would be around his dick, how good your tongue would feel swiveling around his tip. Just as he was about to cum, he stopped. He growled and threw his head back lowly moaning your name. “Fuck...I cant take this anymore. I need her” He quickly tucked himself back in and relaxed.

All you could think about was how that guy knew your name. It kept replaying in your head and it didn’t make sense. You headed to your car and started to load everything in. “Hello my Y/n” you heard someone say in a low deep voice. You quickly turned around, your heart starting to beat a little faster. “Umm. Do I know you?” You asked. Bucky sighed and started to walk towards you. “Not yet doll but you will” a smirk on his face once again. You backed up as he took steps forward. “Don’t come any closer, or I’m calling the police”.

Bucky pressed himself against your body, his hands snaking their way to your hips. His face now pressed against your neck. “No you wont Princess, I know you like this. I can tell by the way that you’re breathing that you want me to keep going” his low voice going straight to your core. “N-no please...stop I ..” you tried pushing him off but you started to feel so weak. You had not noticed that Bucky had used something to drug you. All you felt was your body going limp and you falling into his arms.

Bucky smiled as you fell into him, placing a soft kiss on your temple. He noticed that someone was coming over so he quickly pressed your body to your car, and grabbed your face, kissing you. The person walking, walked a little faster as they were feeling a little awkward. Perfect he thought to himself. He placed you into the back to his car, resting your head to a pillow he had just bought and covering you with his sweater. He quickly drove off, leaving all your things by your car.

Your eyes opened, your head pounding. Wherever you were it was dark but comfortable. You groaned as you started to fully wake up, slowly sitting up. Your left hand felt heavy, you tried pulling it and you heard a chain. You yanked your hand hard again, making a loud sound. Bucky heard the noise coming from your guy’s room and he smiled and quickly got up making his way to you.

“Baby you’re awake now” Bucky excitedly said

“What’s going on..why are you doing this to me, where am I?”

“You’re home doll, with me”

“But I don’t know you” you cried softly

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. I’ve been looking after you for a while now and it’s been a pleasure but I'm so glad that I finally have you all to myself, just how it was always meant to be”

He started to get on the bed climbing towards you. You backed up as he came towards you, your back was now against the wall, pinning yourself between the cold wall and his broad body. His hand going to the back of your neck, bringing you close to him, your lips almost touching his.

“I’ve waited a life time for this, to have you here with me. You make me crazy and I would sacrifice the world for you. Now that you’re all mine, I won’t ever loose you” he closed the gap between you two, his lips desperately locking into yours. Kissing you passionately, he was hungry and desperate. You turned your head to the side, breaking the kiss.

“This isn’t the way Bucky, this isn’t right. You need to let me go” you begged. Bucky smiled and looked down moving back away from you. It made you feel relieved that he was not too mad due to your actions. He slowly got up from the bed and went over to his dresser, rummaging through some things.

“Bucky...maybe we are in different paths right now, maybe in the future we will be together but now right now, not like this...please Bucky listen to me”, hoping that he would have a little sympathy, you used his name to make it more personal.

“You know , y/n...just because you say we are on different paths doesn’t mean it’s true” he grabbed something and started to walk towards you again. This time his metal arm reached out to pull you by your leg to the edge of the bed, giving you whiplash. He quickly climbed on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with his metal arm and pulling out a syringe with his other hand.

You quickly started to wiggle around trying to get him off you. Shaking your head, “no no please stop no”. Buckys eyes had a hint of madness to them, dark and disturbing. “Don’t worry these don’t hurt, it will make you feel better I promise”. He quickly injected it to you and you soon started to feel get hot, with a tingling sensation “This will loosen you up a bit, it’ll make you relax so that we can enjoy eachother baby”

His lips made their way onto your neck, kissing and licking you all over. Your heart started to race, your eyes closing, soft moans escaping your lips, “n-no..” Bucky grunted as his erection started to press against your clothed pussy. His hips bucking forward, dry humping you. He lowered down to your ear, whispering, “ cant you see what you do to me. You’re so sexy and sensual you’re almost making me cum in my pants with your adorable moans, my love. As much as love to hear you right now, I want you to moan and scream my name y/n...begging me to fuck you harder”

All his words, combined with his dry humping made you soaking wet. As much as you hated this you couldn’t help but moan louder. His cock pressing against you was not enough and you needed more. You tried your hardest to resist, “G-get a..way f-from me..” you managed to choke out, trying to not moan anymore and trying to push him off with your body. Suddenly Bucky got angry. Hating how you were fighting him. He tore off your thin leggings in a fast single motion, revealing your soaked panties. He took out his knife and pressed it against you, earning a frantic gasp but you stopped moving. “Stop fighting me doll, for your own good because I swear I will fucking destroy you. I’ve waited too long for this, don’t push me because you won’t like the way I punish you.But......if you behave I’ll make sure to take care of you..real good care darling” he said as his knife traced your body. He grabbed your shirt roughly and ripped it off, slicing your bra open as well.

His mouth watered at the sight of your delicious breasts, making his cock twitch with excitement. His knife trailed down to your panties, making you whimper. “You’re so delicious kitten, I’m going to fuck you so hard. I cant wait till my cock is right in here” he motioned and tapped your clit with his knife. He roughly grabbed them and ripped them open instantly. He threw his knife to the side and quickly started to rub your clit making your back arch with your eyes closed. Your moans now filling up the room. Bucky smiled and took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you quiver and move your hips down into his hand. “Mmm, I knew you wanted this..wanted me...only me” he growled against your chest. “F-fuck Bucky...keep going please”. You hated yourself for saying that but you couldn’t help it, you were in pure ecstasy.

Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he removed himself from you. Making you whine and buck your hips up, wanting and needing his touch once again. “Don’t worry kitten, I’m not done with you yet”. He quickly undressed and positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his tip on your clit, making you mewl. “Tell me what you want doll...tell me what you want from me” he coaxed. You didn’t answer, as you were too embarrassed to say anything. His metal hand went to your neck, squeezing it hard. “Tell me y/n..tell me what you want NOW” he yelled, releasing his grip from your throat.

“Fuck me Bucky...please” you finally said. “I don’t think I heard you doll, say it loud and clear”. “FUCK ME BUCKY PLEASE I NEED YOU...PLEASE”. You finally broke. You needed him now, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than to have his cock inside of you, his lips on your skin and his hands all over you. You were finally filled with his big cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy. His hands on your neck, choking you but not too hard like before. His hips snapping in and out of you making your body shake.

“Such an obedient slut, MY obedient slut. I’m going to break you and bend you to my will. Making you all mine. I’ll make you crave my touch, my attention, my voice. You’re going to live only for me, doll. Only for me” he growled as he pounded into you, rubbing your clit making you loose it. He then started to feel you reach your end, making him moan, “cum on my dick baby...cum for me. Let go” he cooed as he angled himself to reach into you deeper. That’s when you felt your orgasm hit you, your body started to shake, waves of pleasure surging through your body. “Mmm Buckyyyy” you moaned. Making him loose it as well, he coated your insides in his thick warm cum. Pumping himself in and out slowly. Gasping for air.

Fuck he was such a God, he made you want more of him. It was the first night and you were already going crazy for his touch. You wanted him to keep going keep doing you however he wanted, but most importantly to keep pleasuring you. Bucky finally pulled out and laid next to you, looking at your beautiful face. He brought his lips to yours and gave you a soft kiss. “The drug hasn’t worn off baby, don’t think this is over. We’re going until we cant no more, doll.” He said against your lips, flipping you over for round two.

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band--psycho · 4 years ago

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader-I Miss You

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Requested by my dear friend @xacatalepsyx: I know with your challenges and life in general you might be a bit busy, but I was wondering if you’ve got the time maybe you’d consider writing me a wee imagine for me…? 🥺🙏I’ve been in a marvel mood lately, and still can’t get over Nat’s death, (cause she was bloody amazing and I wont hear any less 😭), so I was hoping maybe you’d consider doing something with Nat and a reader/oc, whatever you’re up to do!I’d like it if it could be kept to the script, (I.e. Nat’s death), but the other details of the story are entirely up to you!

This is my first time writing for Natasha Romaoff so I hope you enjoy this

(Credit to the gif owner)

Third Person POV

“Hey sweetheart,” Natasha began, trying to work out what to say to the camera. It was Steve’s idea, Natasha refused to go to talk about the pain she was feeling about losing Y/n, but just like everyone else who lost someone to the snap, she was suffering. So this was Steve’s idea of helping, the only way he knew how. So he told her to make a video diary of sorts, for both her and Y/n. Part of her thought that this was a stupid idea, what was the point of her recording herself for Y/n when she’d never see it. But there was another part of her. A hopeful little spark in the assassins heart, that maybe, maybe one day Y/n would be able to see these videos. And if she didn’t, for now it was a form of therapy...for now at least.

“God I don’t even know what to say...a lot’s changed around here, I’m now working with some sort of space raccoon...that can talk,” a small chuckle laced her voice, but the sadness was buried deep in her eyes and she knew she couldn’t hide it. So she just continued to say everything that had been happening lately, how the world was adjusting to having half the population vanish, the meetings she’d had with al the leaders about it. Although she tried to stop her thoughts focusing on Y/n. Natasha had been on the run with Steve for two years, she didn’t think Y/n would want anything to do with her when she came back but as soon as they saw each other it was like nothing had changed. Y/n wasn’t mad. She didn’t shout. In fact the first thing Y/n did when she saw her, was hug her, so tight that Natasha thought she was gonna suffocate in the hug (not that she would’ve minded all that much). Natasha just wished she could’ve said goodbye before the snap happened. She was hoping the whole way back to the compound that she hadn’t been turned to dust, that she just had her phone on silent or something like that (Y/n was prone to doing things like that) but when the remaining avengers returned back to the compound, Natashas worst fear was confirmed. She just wished she could see Y/n again, even if it was for thirty seconds, just so that she could tell her how much she loved her, so she could smell the familiar vanilla scent of her perfume and hug her one last time...just one more time. But that wasn’t possible and Natasha knew that, though that didn’t stop the hopeful dreams of Y/ns return from flooding into her mind.

“I miss you, sweetheart, I really...really do,” Natasha breathed with a shaky breath, the tears now freely falling from her eyes. All she wanted to do was bring her back, even if it was just for a minute, just to tell Y/n how much she loved her. Just to hold her in her arms one more time, to hear her infectious laugh, to see her gorgeous eyes and her the smile that she fell in love with...she wanted to be able to say goodbye to Y/n but like everyone in the world who lost someone to the snap, she never got that chance.

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Natasha tried to hide the excitement on her face when she turned on the camera, setting it down infront of her.

“Hey, sweetheart,” She began, starting her video off the same way she’s started all the previous videos before. But this video was different than any of the other before. Natasha’s eyes looked brighter, more hopeful than any of the previous videos.

“If you ever tell Tony I said this, I will deny all knowledge but he’s a genius,” she said a chuckle lacing her voice at the end, as she continued to explain the plan they’d all come up with. A wide smile tugging at her lips as the words,“We’re gonna bring everyone back.”left her mouth.

“I’m gonna bring you back,” she whispered, her heart almost leaping out of her chest at the excitement of seeing Y/n again. For two years, Natasha had been on the run, never seeing Y/n until Thanos arrived and even then, the meeting between the pair was brief, no where near enough time for either of them to makeup for those lost year not with the war that was going on and Y/n understood that. She knew Natasha had a job to do, the plan was that once the war was over they’d make up for all the time that had been lost. The snap changed that all though but now, now the reality of getting Y/n back was starting to sink in and for the first time in five years Natasha found herself truly happy.

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Y/ns POV

I looked around the room, confusion racing through my brain, my eyes . I was back at the compound. I couldn’t believe it. I was back home. I never gave up hope, I knew everyone that was left behind would find a way to bring us back. I didn’t know how they were gonna do it, but they did. And now I was back. I bolted down the stairs of the compound only to be met with a mixture of confused and relieved looks.

“Y/n...?” Steve breathed, walking closer to me.

“I don’t know how you did it, but whatever you did, it worked,” I replied, before being pulled into a hug which I gladly reciprocated. I peered over his shoulder seeing all the familiar faces that I’d missed so much (and a few new faces) but the one face I longed to see, I couldn’t.

“Where’s Nat?” I asked, pulling away from the hug slightly. I saw a frown tug at the super soldiers face when I mentioned her name, and his eyes looked away from mine, purposely avoiding my gaze.

“Steve? Where’s Nat?” I asked again, the confusion and worry evident in my voice as my eyes landed on Clint who was already looking at me with a solemn look.

“Clint?” I asked as he made his way towards me. I felt the worry grow inside me when I saw his bloodshot eyes.

“I’m sorry...” He whispered as he pulled me into a tight hug, his head resting on the top of my head.

“I’m so sorry Y/n...” he whispered again; I pulled away slightly to see the tears running down his face.

“We needed to get all the stones from different times to...to attempt to bring everybody back,” Tony explained from behind us, causing my eyes to focus on him.

“But...the souls stone..it needed a sacrifice-“ Clint muttered, squeezing my shoulder softly. I didn’t need to him to finish the sentence, I knew what he was saying. His eyes said it all. And in that moment, I felt my heart break. I practically collapsed into Clint’s arms, breaking down completely at the truth that was now setting in. Natasha sacrificed herself to bring everyone back...to bring me back. She was gone, she wasn’t coming back...I was never going to see her again. I was never going to be able to tell her how much loved her..I’d got my life back but I’d lost her.

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I left the others downstairs so that they could discuss the next steps for their plan. I went up to the bedroom Nat and I had shared before she went on the run with Steve. I noticed a few of my old jumpers lying on the bed, I picked one up, and the aroma of Nat’s perfume filled my nose. I held it close to my chest, as I fell down to my knees, the tears streaming down my eyes, wishing that I could just bring her back.

A few moments passed and I heard a knock at the door, I didn’t answer, unable to find my voice in between the sobs. At my silence, the door opened and I saw Steve standing at the entrance.

“Steve, I’m really not in the mood-“ I began only to be cut of by the knowing look of Steve.

“To deal with people? I know, I’m not staying, I just thought I should give you this,” he explained with a sympathetic smile as he placed the camera down infront of me.

“Why?”I asked sending him a quizzical look as I lightly picked up the camera.

“Because it might help,” He said, squeezing my shoulder comfortingly before leaving the room. I looked at the camera for a few minutes, fighting myself on whether or not I should watch it or not. Tentatively I picked up the camera and clicked the play button.

I felt my heart swell as the tears spilled from eyes when I heard the voice I longed to hear say “Hey sweetheart.” She’d changed so much, yet not at all. I saw the sadness in her eyes and I wanted nothing more than to reach through the camera and hug her as tight as I possibly could.

“I miss you, sweetheart, I really...really do,” I heard her say and the words felt like a dagger to my heart.

“I miss you too, baby,” I sobbed as I pulled the camera into my chest listening to her words.

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nestable · 4 years ago

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BRING IT ON HOME NESSIAN ONESHOT

Bring it on Home to me by Sam Cooke is on of my favorite songs in the word and I highly recommend you go have a listen if you havent heard it, I promise you wont regret it. I was listening to it the other day and instantly thought of how these lyrics resonated with nessian, cassian more especially and couldn't resist writing this fic. Just a little soft, SFW, domestic Nessian. 🥺😭

"Nes." Cassian groaned as he rolled closer to her side of the bed. "Nesta?"

After being met with stark silence, Cassian outstretched his hand only for it to collapse onto cold sheets.

No Nesta, he realized with a start.

Though he and his Nesta have been mated for some months now, all of which have been without an incident, he can't help but worry.

Each night he reassures himself with the knowledge of their bond, the heat of her body pressed against his own, the words of love and loyalty she ensures he hears everyday, that she is safe and finally happy.

Not miserable and balancing on the cusp of oblivion where he found her last year. Juggling between drowning her sorrows and indulging in sub-par sex just to feel something, just to deny the connection they share because she felt that she wasnt worthy of him. No, that was all over now, but he can't help when the memories resurface.

The memory of Nesta writhing and arched in her bed as silver flames wreathed her body like a shroud. The screams of pain and anguish that left her lips only to be swallowed by starless night and Deaths flames. How the very mountain trembled beneath their feet, bracing itself for the potential explotion that Cassian could sense building up. Somehow he knew that Velaris would've been crumpled to dust that night and become a fond memory. He felt it in his gut. Just the same way he felt her night terrors take hold of her for her powers to bask in centre stage. And in the same breath, he also felt that he could stop it. Whether that was pure male arrogance or the suspicion of the bond that lay between them, that was yet to be found. And it was...the moment her powers seized in intensity when he said her name. Once, twice, just enough for Rhys to gain control and save them all.

No, he would never forget that and he'd be damned if it were to happen again and catch him in a helpless position as the first time he witnessed the extent of her power. A power that mostly returned back to the Cauldron, only to be replaced by 3 Dread troves and the Mothers favour. A different sort of threat perhaps. One sweeter, kinder, even benign from what he's witnessed.

Nesta barely speaks about the power the same way she did with her Cauldron gifts. She reassures him that these were different, these she understands and smiled every time he enquired about her connection with the Mother. He wishes to know more, his body yearns for it, but his mate has always loved surprises.

Cassian threw on a pair of his undershorts before leaving his and Nestas new room. Though the House of Wind has become their shared abode, its ill advised to walk around naked with the possibility of Azriel becoming an unwilling spectator with his prowling around the halls in the dead of night like he's been doing for the past year.

Cassian loves his brother, sometimes more than kin normally do, he believes sometimes, but he'll never forgive him for that night he ruined his birthday night when he walked in on Nesta modelling her new negligee in the library. He's never jumped from one intense emotion to another so quickly. Blinded by the red lace of her silk garments only to see red of a different kind when the blue of Azriels siphon opened the door.

The territorial male part of him nearly took over that night and he was inclined to let it ride him had Nesta not winnowed them to their room and pushed him onto the bed. The anger, the curiosity he had as to how Nesta was able to winnow around the House when no one else could were obscured then turned insignificant by the view of Nesta sitting astride on his thighs.

Cassian followed the music swimming through the hall which brought him to a new lounge area that didn't present itself in the centuries that he's been living here until Nesta inherited the place.

Many new things have made their presence known and sprung to life since Nestas made the House her home. Hidden rooms have materialized, troves have opened and a gorgeous garden has flourished on the top of the mountain. As if in preparation of someone, or little someone's who might need it.

Cassian isn't blind to the fact that the House makes things available according to Nestas hopes, dreams and wishes. All of which make Cassian excited for the future and a forever with his mate even more.

Nesta was leaning against the cream white wall that she and Cassian painted just last night, holding an A2 canvas painting in both hands. He couldn't decipher her facial expression or read some of the wild thoughts that were evidently bouncing around her head as Nesta was inclined to raising her mental walls to him when she was stressed. He'd once asked why and she told him that she didnt want to plague him with her problems. Didnt want to bother him. Little did she know that Cassian was built for her, problems and all. Nothing about Nesta could bother him. Not even the parts that bothered her.

"Hi." He whispered which startled Nesta before she composed herself. For her to be so drawn into her thoughts that she didnt notice him approaching, instantly put him on edge him.

"Hi." She said, plastering a lazy smile onto her face.

Cassian took that as an invitation to enter. His eyes swept across the room, taking in the organized clutter. From the closed boxes filling the lounge, the half hung snow white gossamer curtains blowing in from the open balcony, to the slightly dusty white marble tiles that were installed just last week.

Cassian was a bit skeptical when Nesta told him of her plans to decorate this room in all white. White cushions, white couches, white walls, white flower arrangements, white chandeliers and white fur carpets felt like a fever dream to Cassian, but now that it's all coming to life, he can see the vision of beauty that Nesta had in mind. A vision not only limited to this lounge but the entire House of Wind that Nesta will decorate herself with the input of the House itself to revitalize the place. All of which will be paid for by Rhys.

How the Cauldron matched him to such a female, not mere female but god, he'll never know. All he can do is be grateful and work to be worthy and deserve the gift to draw breath in her presence.

Now that Nestas accepted her Human emissary role and is the courts newly appointed courtier, she's recieving the same fat salary like the rest of the IC, but Cassian doubts that Rhysand will ever let Nesta access her funds because he insists on paying for everything for her. Which goes to show that Rhys' gratitude for Nesta runs very far. Or guilt, or both.

What Nesta did for Feyre, Nyx and Rhys was something that couldnt be described with words. She saved their lives and in doing so the entire court. Rhys failed to tell his family about him and Feyres decision and never left a plan of action to follow after his death. Had he died, the role of High Lord could've fallen to anyone. Probably Keir or one of Mors detestable brothers because they are Rhys closest male blood relatives. What they would've done to Velaris, done to the entire court....Cassian seldom contemplates that. Nestas sacrifice and mercy saved them all and in doing so, opened herself to a higher form of being that is yet to be seen.

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I had a lot on my mind. I couldn't sleep so I decided to come and get this room in order." She explained, flipping her golden brown hair over her shoulder.

"What's been on your mind?" Cassian asked casually, taking a step closer.

He'd have embraced her and held her against his chest if it weren't for the massive painting in her hands. A painting that he can feel is the source of all her trepidation.

Nesta bit her lip before turning the canvas toward him and placing it in his hands. "Feyre finally finished that and it was delivered yesterday afternoon. I was too afraid to open it then- but I figured that I wouldn't be able to sleep until I saw it."

At first glance, anyone would assume that the muse was Nesta. From the steel eyes to the clear skin and poise in the pose. But upon further inspection, the age of the woman, the beauty spot beneath her right eye and slight darker tresses reveals the truth.

"This is your mother..." Cassian said lowly. The weight of the image, not the canvas itself but the obvious memories, pain and loss the painting held settled on him.

"Was." She uttered a bit sharply. Her throat bobbing up and down.

Cassians eyes darted between Nesta and the painting. Surprise and admiration pouring into him in droves. Her sisters did mention more than once that Nesta is their mothers spitting image, but this...it was as though the same person had been born twice.

"You stole her whole face." He chuckled, bringing a sweet curve to Nestas lip.

"I know...I know." She shrugged.

Cassian lay the painting carefully against the wall then wrapped his arms around his mates shoulders. Her own found their home around his waist as she rested her chin atop his chest so that their eyes could meet.

If it were a few months ago, a year, she would've furiously blinked away the tears that have settled in her eyes, or rejected their proximity entirely. Only to retain a semblance of control that shes strived so hard to maintain. But now shes opened herself to him entirely. Made him a part of both her happiness and pain, loss and gain, victories and failure. Just as their mating vows ordered.

"Talk to me." He whispered, dragging his fingers through her hair.

"I- I just...I know that my mother was not the best of mothers, nor did she love us in the ways that a mother should but....but that doesn't make me love her any less. She might've trained me instead of raised me, saw me as a ticket to wealth and leisure or lived vicariously through me but she was still my mother." Her tears fell down her cheeks as if a damn had been broken. "There were good moments as well as bad and I'm not going to pretend that she was never loving or good to me. Elain and Feyre might've forgotten her, but I can't... I wont."

Cassian lowered his head to press soft kisses to her cheeks where her tears left stains. "I know." He murmured. "You dont share the same memories as Elain and Feyre, it's only natural that you saw her much differently and remember her in a better light than they do." He rubbed feather light circles on the back of her neck in an attempt to assuage her from her pain.

"It broke my heart when I walked through Feyres house that day and didn't see a piece of myself or her. It felt like I was being erased, forgotten. Now I've found my place in that hall but she hasn't. I couldn't allow that to happen. I couldn't let her be erased just like that."

"And she wont be, not if you will it. I'll remember her with you." Cassians lips found Nestas and before they knew it, the couple found themselves descending into a deep kiss that only a mating bond could conjure.

"You know that's one of the reasons I love you?" He stated, to which Nesta replied with a raised brow. "Your compassion, your massive heart, your loyalty... these are all qualities that you motivate me to pursue everyday. You've kept your soft side hidden for a long time and now we're starting to see it." She smiled. By far the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. "That sweet love. Just bring it on home to me."

A giggle was shared between them as soon as the words left his mouth. The lyrics of a song, their song, that came on the day of their mating ceremony that they had on repeat for 2 hours straight. Cassian had never heard a song that spoke to him and his experience with love the way that one did. One that Nesta knew would speak to his very marrow and chose not to warn him in advance, only to see his reaction.

"You're insufferable." She said, only to hug him tighter and lay her head on his chest.

"Well then you're going to have to get used to it, Nes. We only have forever left together."

Just when Cassian expected Nesta to respond, the soft melody of a piano begun in the corner of the room from Nesta symphoniam, followed by the ever true lyrics that might've been written for them, that might as well have been their wedding and mating vows.

If you ever change your mind

About leaving, leaving me behind

Baby, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Nesta begun the dance. Cassian followed with no hesitation. Though it was a far cry from the pulsating waltz they'd done in Hewn city or other court events thereafter. It was far more intimate, passionate. Just a sway of the hips and foot movements that reforged and strengthened the golden bond that surged through them on Winter Solstice and polished it to a shimmer. Their bond was not a mere tether, not a chain. It was a rainbow. Shimmering through storms and sunny days. It didnt only make its presence known or surge when they were in the throes of passion, it became more sentient when they were upset with each other. It was the musical and colourful road that led mate back to mate. Self back to self.

I know I laughed when you left

But now I know I only hurt myself

Baby, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

His heart cracked at the words and the truth they carry. The memories when they were so at odds with each other that they could barely be in the same room longer than necessary. The nights when he thought the immense sadness and grief at the prospect of losing her entirely would drown him and suffocate him. When he wished that he could rip his heart out of his chest only to get a reprieve from his anguish. Anguish he attempted to expunge with throwing himself into work and training only to realize that the further they moved from one another, the further they moved from themselves.

As if Nesta could hear and feel those memories, she held onto him tighter. This female, his tether to reality, his anchor, the tree that was able to weather a thunderstorm that left the land decimated only to come back and continue to grow with fruits and flowers on display for all to see.

I'll give you jewellery and money, too

That ain't all, that ain't all I'll do for you

Oh, if you bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian knew that from the moment he met Nesta, there was nothing in the world that he wouldn't do for her. Nothing too out of reach that if she should request, he would give. He was already hers in mind, body and soul. Their bond might've snapped into being after she emerged from the cauldeon, but the draw he felt toward her was infinite. Like their souls were made from the same essence but placed on earth in different time periods so that they know life without the other, to appreciate being together more.

You know I'll always be your slave

'Til I'm buried, buried in my grave

Oh honey, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian held up Nestas hand so that he may look upon the wedding and mating band. She requested that she have both and went to the best jeweler in Velaris to fuse both choices so that they sit as one on her finger. Both were made of rose gold, the slimmer wedding ring was imbued with three tanzanite diamonds and the larger mating band sports just one giant diamond that would need it's own security team. Cassian knew his mate loved nice things and made him pay a pretty penny to get it. He'd do again if only to see the stars that twinkled in her eyes when they chose the bands at the jeweler.

He looked at his own jeweled finger. A simple silver band that stood out more than he expected it to. He wanted to get black carbon fiber but Nesta threatened not to speak to him again if he had. Now he can't stop looking at it. He loves how it makes an appearance even though he's bedecked in full illyrian armour. He'll never forget the swell of pride he felt when his soldiers eyes zoned in on the piece of metal that could've easily been obscured by the red siphon that rests atop his hand, but chose to stand out and make its presence known. A symbol of his immature bachelorhood dead and gone, giving life to a new stage in his life. A stage he's waited for longer than he cares to admit.

He remembers using the word 'shackled' when describing his mating bond with Nesta when he was upset with her, but now that word seems appropriate. If the pieces of metal sitting on their matching fingers are the shackles of which he spoke, then he'd wear his shackles with pride.

One more thing

I tried to treat you right

But you stayed out, stayed out at night

But I forgive you, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian rarely thinks about the time they spent apart. When resentment, self punishment and grief pulled them apart only because those memories are nothing in comparison to the centuries he spent without her.

Living life believing the words of the ignorant and seeing oneself as a inferior and undeserving of the love that he relishes in now. The love that has somehow wiped away centuries of self hate and lack of self awareness. He figures that the reason why he used to be the first to throw himself into deadly missions were all desperate plea to prove himself, to put it into stone that he isn't a mere worthless bastard but is someone worthy of respect. But now his outlook has completely shifted. He is no longer living only for himself, but for another. He remembers the blind terror he felt when he thought that Nesta was swallowed by the black water in the Bog, or how she screamed when she thought that she lost him on Mount Ramiel.

He doesnt want either of them to go through that again. To be without the other. To feel that their very heart was ripped out of their chest, when both had taken permanent residence in the other.

He saw how Feyre reacted when Rhys died, and heard when Rhys screamed when Feyre was on deaths doorstop. The mere thought of Nesta experiencing that pain or him has softened his daring heart.

He will live, he will love and he will do it with Nesta in his arms.

As the song drew to a close, Nesta shifted from her position on his chest, too look upon him again. She brought her slim fingers to his cheeks and smiled. "Forever."

He could offer nothing but the same. A truth that had been both a promise and a prayer from the moment they met, "Forever."

Tag: @bakingandbooks3 @rhysandsdarlingfeyre @arinbelle @silvernesta @darklobe @haepaw @carlieg20 @illyrianshadowhunter

#acsf spoiler #nessian oneshot #nessian #bring it on home to me

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nct-lian · 4 years ago

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wayv’s relation to lian

KUN + LIAN: LUN

they have the cutest little interactions ever :(

was one of the members that kun was most comfortable around at first

she made him feel so welcomed!

when nct 2018 appeared on weekly idol, lian was placed in the front

but she moved her chair over to kun’s side to be closer to him !!!!!!!

lun stans found dead

they go out to eat food together a lot :D

now that lian doesn’t feel the need to look over him anymore, he stepped in and is now a very good parental figure for her

he bought her an expensive ass ring for her birthday

him and johnny both being her dad: 🤝

kun has been arguing back and forth with chenle about lian’s chinese name

he loves the name xiuying for her :(

they hype each other up all the time !!

lian and kun had the best time with each other when filming from home

we got so many adorable clips of them :DDDD

when talking to each other they can’t pick a solid language

like they’re always switching between mandarin and korean

they also slip in a bit of english at times as well

TEN + LIAN: LITEN

if kun is her dad then ten is her cool uncle

he lets her do whatever she wants

like he will just sit and watch as she teases the fUCK out of hyuck

HES TEACHING HER THAI

just like kun they switch between multiple languages in a conversation

they normally speak english with each other!

their fashion game is always on point.

no actually they literally wore matching shirts one time

liten supremacy breaking the internet: <3

ten once said “guys she’s like my daughter stop being weird~~~!” on vlive when people kept asking if him and lian were dating

as he should !

they mention each other ¿ everywhere ?

THEY DANCE TOGETHER ALL THE TIME

ten even helped her choreograph the new ver. of yoncé

don’t touch me i’m soft

no because ten ships her with someone in the group … just not who you’d think ;)

i swear he’s her #1 hypeman

ten was actually the one who made their ship name- goals asf sry i don’t make the rules

WINWIN + LIAN: LIWIN

lian is yet another member of nct who will sacrifice her soul to the devil for winwin

“winwin winwin winwin winwin is on the mind forever and always i love you winwin” was what she posted for his birthday

AND THE FEELING IS MUTUAL

winwin loves her just as much and he shows it

he likes hugging her DDDDD:

also ten ships them

so that’s that uh :p

lian cried so hard when he had to pause promotions with 127 :(

especially because they were super close!

winwin was actually another one of her first friends in nct because she was fluent in mandarin

and they were both super comfortable speaking with each other :)

winwin: i like lian the most :D

yuta + taeil: am i a joke to you?

no cause yuta is constantly losing in this thing

lian picks winwin and winwin picks lian what is happening

winwin’s current lockscreen is a picture of lian rolling her eyes at yangyang

yup yup their lockscreen tradition LISTEN AND WEEP

winwin’s selfies are lian’s favourite thing :)

LUCAS + LIAN: LULIAN

omfg the chaos these two bring

i’m crying because nct 2018 was chaotic in itself but lulian was something else

THEY WERE ALWAYS SCREAMING ????

taeyong was going through an existential crisis the entirety of 2018

AND BYE LUCAS WILL NOT STOP COMPARING THEIR HAND SIZES

leave it in 2018 sweetheart we been knew lian is the size of a jellybean

he had her react to his drama where he dances to replay after killing his girlfriend

lian confirmed it was 10/10 and would recommend watching

she genuinely thinks lucas should have been added to nct dream and she stands by that opinion daily

the MOMENTS we got during nct world 2.0 were chefs kiss

they were both so chaotic while mark was frying eggs

“MARK WHAT ARE YOU DOING (⊹つ•۝•⊹)つ”

the oldest + youngest in the 99’ line remain iconic

lian hates him but loves him at the same time

because he’s nice to her but he SPENDS TOO MUCH OF HIS TIME MAKING FUN OF HER HEIGHT

“lian you’re like literally two feet tall i could fit you in my pocket”

“i will drop kick you in 2.5 seconds if you don’t shut the fuck up wong yukhei”

lucas once said that their favourite thing to do together was play at playgrounds

XIAOJUN + LIAN: XIAN

what you’ve all been waiting for

xiaojun went so long thinking that lian was chinese (∩╹□╹∩)

like she speaks mandarin perfectly, has a chinese stage name

IT WAS A REASONABLE MISTAKE LET HIM LIVE

when they met the first thing he said to her was how pretty she was

“y-you’re so pretty uhh”

*cue distressed xiaojun*

he followed lian on instagram before nct 2020 was even confirmed

dedication

he didn’t know jaehyun or yuta liked her and accidentally patted her head in front of them and called her cute

AND THAT WAS RHE DAY BEFORE THE WHOLE “xiaojun is terrified of yuta” THING HAPPENED

PLEASEHANDHJEJSB

they’d like to do a duet someday :)

he couldn’t get her lyrics from kick it out of his head when he first listened to the song

sometimes still quotes them around her to make her laugh

lian hyped his drama up SO MUCH !1!1!1!€]£<]~\£>€{

“dejunnie is having an acting debut soon !! please go support him and his cast~”

xiaojun brags about that a lot ... and her nickname for him :)

HENDERY + LIAN: LIANDERY

the teasing

THE MF TEASINF THEYRE SO ANNOYING

besties ™

they would occasionally message each other before and they considered themselves to be pretty close but when nct 2020 happened they were chaos

especially when they ended up in the work it unit together

everyone was so sick of them like they would not shut up about random ass things

hendery and lian are like another version of haechan and lian

but minus the lovey stuff they sometimes do

with liandery it’s constant teasing and making fun of each other 24/7

and it’s all fun and games so they can go DOWN if they’d like to

lian roasted him so hard once bye

they were supposed to be a pair on “it’s awkward but it’s ok”

but they developed such a good friendship within like two weeks that they had to switch up the members

hendery is kinda soft for her though ngl

he’ll just randomly poke her dimples

BUT HE WONT LIE AND SAY HE WASNT INTIMIDATED BY HER AT FIRST

it was just the way she presented herself at that time because she was a little frustrated, but it wasn’t anything that wouldn’t change later on

hendery thought she was older than him by like three years rip

YANGYANG + LIAN: YANGLIAN

when lian met yangyang she gained another child

but yangyang’s not a baby anymore (҂⌣̀_⌣́)

yet he’ll 100% act cute so that she does stuff for him

she’s not complaining though anything for her son

they’re like yangyang and ten all over again

once had a whole ass conversation through memes

it started with spongebob ended with shrek

lian now knows how to introduce herself in german thank you yangyang

not lian teaching yangyang toronto slang :’)

yangayng for some reason gave her big haechan energy when they first met

because the first thing he did was mock her height

he literally bent down and said “can you see me better”

lian: hello i saw you perfectly fine before my neck isn’t broken sir

but it was okay because now they have a really playful relationship with each other :D

have teamed up on numerous occasions to make kun’s life harder

“i thought the chaos stopped with yangyang, lian when did you become such a problem child?”

but lian gets special treatment because well .. she’s lian what do you think

yangyang calls her lili :)

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waiting-for-motivation · 4 years ago

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bloody flowers

summary: If your soulmate gets a wound or cut, flowers will bloom out of the same spot on your body.

pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam

warnings: soulmate au, flufffffffffff, angst and a happy ending

words: 1688

dean taglist: @akshi8278

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Flowers are something delicate and lovely. Blood on the contrary is rough and unpleasant. But those two are connected by the use of soulmates.

When one gets hurt, the other receives a flower. Their souls are related through unconditional love.

And when the injury slowly fades, the beauty of the flower will fade too. Because nothing lasts forever, except for soulmates. They are supposed to be together and will only get separated in death. And even then, they will meet in heaven soon.

Dean Winchester always thought that he would find his soulmate no matter what. That was until his mother died in a raging fire, and he lost all hope for true love.

He traveled through cities as well as villages and never found the other half of his soul. Years passed, hell and the apocalypse happened and Dean almost forget he had a soulmate.

Rarely, a small daisy or forget-me-not reminded Dean of his determined love. Unlike himself, his soulmate seemed to hurt themselves only occasionally. They must think really bad of him for having almost every second of his life an injury - and in their place a flower.

The case he is on with his brother Sam right now brought him another cut over his brow. While chewing on his delicious burger, Dean starts dreaming of his soulmate with a flower on their forehead. Maybe it‘s a rose or an orchid. One thing is clear to him: They must look gorgeous with the flower.

Quickly, Dean concentrates on the hunt again and tries to help Sam in finding out what they are dealing with. That‘s why he doesn`t notice the waitress taking his plate. She has got a little yellow pansy over her left brow.

Soon Sam and Dean figure out that they are hunting the norse goddess Frigg. They leave the small pub and drive to their motel room. Fortunately, they have got some wooden swords in the trunk of the Impala.

The younger Winchester falls asleep the moment his head meets the soft pillow. Dean has some troubles sleeping, he just lays in his bed and stares at the ceiling. It‘s not the hunt that burdens his soul.

After an hour his right arm starts to tickle and Deans green eyes stare at a pretty dahlia. What did his soulmate do now? Now the hunter for sure wont sleep tonight. He leaves his bed and the motel room as silent as possible.

Outside, Dean realizes it‘s raining but that wont stop him from taking a walk. He pulls the hood of his sweater over his blond hair and goes. The wind feels cold on his skin, at least it‘s autumn.

No one is on the streets and Dean is glad for it. He can think about his soulmate and the hunt alone. That is until he hears quick steps and locks eyes with a pretty female. They both stop in their steps.

Deans boots get wet in a puddle, but he doesn`t care because there is a flower over the girls brow where he has got a cut. His heart stops beating and the hunter widens his eyes.

The stranger seems to understand what he thinks. Slowly, she pulls the sleeve of her heavy coat to her elbow and reveals a plaster with red bloody spots. Dean does the same and shows her his dahlia.

Then nothing can hold them back anymore. They take quick steps towards the other and share a heartwarming hug. Dean rests his scrubby chin on top of her head, while the girl burrows her face in his jacket. His scent fills her nostrils and she sighs happily.

“I found you“, Dean whispers again and again and tears well up in his eyes. They roll over his cheeks when the girl looks at him. Finally, they both know what home feels like - being close to their soulmate.

Both breathe their names, introducing themselves before Dean leans down and presses his lips to the females. Her whole touch feels like utter love and affection.

They share quick kisses because they laugh in between them. Deans hands wander to (Y/n)s cheeks, while her hands are tangled in his hair.

The rain gets worse and soon the two soulmates are drenched. Both feel the coldness of the wind and water but chose to ignore it for some time. But the moment Dean opens his eyes after one rather intense kiss, he can see the girls body shaking.

“I share a motel room with my brother around here. It‘s not much, and we have to be quiet but I can give you dry and warm clothes there“, Dean says and sighs because the words sounded more innocent in his mind than actually pronounced. Now he sounds like he only wants to sleep with (Y/n). “I didn’t mean it like that!“

(Y/n) laughs and wipes a few droplets off his cheeks, not knowing which are his tears and which are the rain. She nods and takes one of the hunters hands, letting him lead the way to the hopefully warm room.

Once inside the motel room, the soulmates sneak to Deans bed. He gives (Y/n) a shirt as well as sweatpants which she takes to the bathroom where she changes out of her wet clothes. Meanwhile, Dean takes off his clothes too until he is only wearing his fortunately, dry boxers and shirt.

After (Y/n) left the bathroom, both lay down on Deans bed, pulling the sheets to their necks because they feel really cold. They cuddle, so they share some bodywarmth and quickly, the soulmates feel comfortable and warm.

“I can‘t believe I found you“, Dean whispers and presses a soft kiss to his loves lips. She smiles at him happily.

“I never thought it would be this intense to meet your soulmate. My mother once told me that it would feel like you are coming home from a very long trip. But it‘s more. I don‘t know you but yet I love you so deeply that I would sacrifice everything for you“, (Y/n) says and presses her nose against Deans.

Neither Dean nor his soulmate ever felt as quickly asleep as in this night. Sadly, they don‘t wake up the morning next to each other.

“Sam!“, Dean screams shortly after waking up and ripping the sheets from the bed while looking for (Y/n). She isn‘t there, not on the bed and not anywhere else in the motel room.

“Where is she?“

“Where is who?“

Sam who is still half-asleep sits up and watches his older brother run through the room. He raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“(Y/n). My soulmate!“, Dean cries and finally stops next to his bed. His green eyes are fixed on one single flower on the mattress. The yellow pansy his beloved girl had on her forehead last night. But now it has blood on its petals.

“You must have had a dream“, Sam explains and gets out of bed, joining his brother and takes the pansy from the bed.

“I know where she is. Frigg took her“, Dean realizes and starts to get dressed as quick as possible. And even though Sam is still confused why his brother is convinced that a norse goddess took his soulmate, follows his tracks. “The soulmates of the two victims who went missing found a bloody flower on their beds, remember? And Frigg is some kind of goddess of love. Maybe she likes to destroy...soulmates.“

The drive is rough because Dean for once doesn’t care how he and his car will arrive at the cabin in the woods. When they finally arrive, the older Winchester grabs his wooden sword tight and charges inside.

“Dean“, his soulmate breathes relieved and hugs him after the hunter helped her out of the restraints. She cries because she thought the crazy lady would kill her.

“Where is Frigg?“, Sam asks after entering the cabin and looking for the goddess. She is nowhere to be seen until the door closes behind the Winchester, and she appears in the middle of the room.

“Oh, I knew you would come. Especially you Dean. You would never let your true love down“, Frigg says as she makes a small gesture and Sam gets slammed against the next wall, just like Dean. Both their wooden swords fall to the ground.

“The thing is, boys, I love love. It‘s something so beautiful about soulmates. Their connections go so deep and really like the feelings they have for each other. You could say those feelings are my favorit meal“, Frigg tells them and completely ignores (Y/n). The goddess believes she is harmless and innocent, so she turns around to a table.

The girl looks around, meeting Deans eyes because she doesn’t know what she could do to save him and his brother.

“I was there when god created soulmates. He needed my advice because he had no clue what love was, that silly boy“, Frigg talks and talks not minding what happens behind her.

“Sword. Heart“, Dean whispers with pain in his voice because he feels something heavy pressing against his chest. (Y/n) nods and quietly picks up the sword but the moment she turns around, Frigg does the same. Quickly, (Y/n) hides the wooden sword behind her back.

“Back to the little flower“, the goddess says as she walks towards (Y/n) with a bowl of herbs in her hands. There is a smile on her lips but it fades when she realizes her mistake.

Not like a good hunter would have done it, but like a soulmate who wants to save their other half, (Y/n) pushes the sword inside Friggs chest. The norse goddess takes a deep breath and then falls to the ground, just like Sam and Dean.

Immediately, Dean is at his soulmates side turning her around so that she doesn’t have to see the corpse. He leans his forehead against hers and places both his hands on her cheeks.

“Thank you“, the hunter says before kissing his determined love.

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mirrinbelde-shitposts · 3 years ago

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Heyyy!

Here fr d game!

Umm im guessing ur an pisces mercury*hehe jst types wht comes to mind at 1st

Also i wont mind if u post it publicly or send me privately

Here is my birthchart(tropical)

Lawl SUSPENSE..Hehe

Anw Have a great day/night ahead🤍🥂

Guessing was fun tho..evn if i guessed wrng one💀🤣

Hey!! You did guess wrong, sorry about that xd but it's oki, don't worry about it! Have a good day too ^^

Welcome to your reading. Please remember to send feedback.

First impressions when looking at your chart: you don't have a lot of aspects, but a lot of them are exact: that wedge patter between Saturn, Venus and Mercury is very exact; you have an even distribution of planets among the signs and the houses; also, the angles (except IC) all conjunct planets or points

SUN IN AQUARIUS

As an Aquarius, you are quirky, aloof, dreamy and humanist. People may think you're awkward and detached, which is probably true for you since your Sun is at 0º of Aquarius. Your originality and uniqueness are probably the things you love about yourself the most. Your mind is also quite agile, which allows you to fulfil your dreams. Nevertheless, we cannot ignore the fact that the Sun is in Detriment in the sign of Aquarius. This means that the Sun can struggle here, making you feel confused as to who you are and how you can express yourself. You very much value your independence and your rebelliousness. However, you can be stubborn to a fault when it comes to your thoughts and opinions.

SUN IN THE 7TH HOUSE

The Sun in the house of Libra shows that you really enjoy socializing and that's also where you shine the most brightly. The Venusian influence gives you charm and elegance, which cause people to flock to you. Also, you may show your true colours in relationships, particularly romantic ones. Having someone close to you will allow you to achieve a better understanding of yourself. You do well when it comes to working with others; this placement helps the detached, independent Aquarius Sun to be more sociable and better appreciate others. Also, the Venus influence can make people look up to you and see themselves in you, something that doesn't really happen with Aquarius Suns in generally. You may do well in associations or organizations because you have a need to be in society.

MOON IN CAPRICORN

Once again, you have a planet in Detriment. Capricorn, the sign of Saturn, struggles to feel and voice the emotions they experience. Therefore, it is natural that the Moon finds this sign difficult. You think too much. Perhaps you had a complicated relationship with your mother, which may have caused you to repress your emotions. Capricorn placements, in general, tend to grow up and mature quite early, which leads to unhealthy coping mechanisms; you had to raise your walls up high, so you struggle to let anyone in. You may also be socially awkward. At the same time, you may seek validation from society, which is one of the things that may give you that emotional security that you deeply seek. You should work on letting your guard down; emotions are not the enemy, it's okay to feel what you feel. Let out your inner child once in a while.

MOON IN THE 6TH HOUSE

Here, the Moon is in the house of Virgo (but lying almost on top of the Descendant). There is a strong connection between body and mind. You seek emotional safety through your work and other acts of service; you want to be useful to people and to spend your time wisely. You may be a workaholic. Your routines are very important to you; you can get distraught if someone messes with your daily habits. Your health may be a concern to you, but since your Moon is harmoniously aspected, I'd say you're generally healthy. Nevertheless, watch for any hereditary diseases or problems with food or alcohol. The square with Mars suggests to me that you can quickly let out your anxieties. You like discipline, organization and cleanness; you are determined in the pursuit of your goals. You may have a vocation to work directly with people. Your moods may change quickly.

MERCURY IN CAPRICORN

With Mercury in Capricorn, you speak in a very structured, pondered way. You are very analytical and it shows in the way you communicate. You're a realist, but people may think you're more pessimistic. You definitely tend to be pessimistic at times, as well as distrustful and sceptical. You like to research, to gather information before speaking. You're concrete in your thinking, logical and organized. You take your time to make decisions; you weigh all the pros and cons carefully. Probably not the one to daydream or have many fantasies; you prefer the realistic and achievable. Although you're mostly serious, you can be playful sometimes.

MERCURY IN THE 6TH HOUSE

Capricorn Mercury is similar to Mercury in the house of Virgo. You are probably a perfectionist person, determined and organized. You analyse everything, yourself and your emotions included. You're very critical, especially of yourself. You hold everyone to high standards; once again, yourself the most. Like Capricorn Mercury, you can have pessimistic tendencies. You probably repress your feelings and rationalize them instead. Additionally, your knowledge can progress through daily life experiences and through your body. You should practice meditation and mindfulness because your anxiety and stress may have a direct effect on your bodily health.

VENUS IN PISCES

Venus is exalted in Pisces. This sign is intuitive, empathetic and emotional, which are traits that Venus likes. You feel everything and negative energies really get to you, so it's important that you find a partner that gives you emotional stability. You make a good lover, for you are caring and sensitive to people's needs, especially your partner's. Venus here gives you ethereal, alluring vibes. You can seem almost magical to people. You can be very protective of those you love, selfless; you can even sacrifice yourself for them. You're a daydreamer, you live in your own fantasy world. You have great aesthetic taste and you're quite romantic. However, be careful not to be taken advantage of; your too-good nature can land you someone whose intentions are far from the best.

VENUS IN THE 8TH HOUSE

Venus here acquires some Scorpio traits, namely the need to get a deep connection with someone. You are a person of extremes, not of middle-terms. In this sense, you can get effortlessly get people to open up to you, to tell you their deepest, darkest secrets. Since the (H also rules other people's money, you may get rich through an inheritance or a good marriage. Also, people may trust you with their money. In love, too, they aspire to learn everything about their partner. You seek transformative relationships, ones that will allow you to experience a different range of emotions, another dimension, even. Casual relationships are probably not your thing. You can get too controlling and dominating, so beware of that. Also, financial security is important to you; you may even have a job that has directly to do with money.

ARIES MARS

Here, Mars is in its rulership. You are quite reckless and impulsive in your actions. You like to be the first, to be the pioneer (much like Aries is the first sign of the Zodiac). You have a knack for leadership and people tend to be happy to follow your lead. You are quite competitive in just about everything; you can have a sour loser. You are quick to get mad, but after you explode, your anger will be gone in an instant. You are great at achieving goals because Mars helps you to stay motivated and determined; you are quite persistent and usually get what you want. You can also work well under pressure. Laziness is not in your blood. Your independence is quite important to you, as are your opinions. You can be quite stubborn and difficult to argue with, simply due to your relentlessness.

MARS IN THE 9TH HOUSE

Your Mars is in the house of Sagittarius. This placement allows you to acquire the necessary willpower for the journey to the expansion of knowledge and discovery. Your actions should help you with the acquisition of further knowledge, as well as ideas and strengthening your freedom. This placement goes against the need of routine imposed by your 6th house placements; Mars here wants you to get out there, be free, have fun, think about life, yourself and the universe. You have strong morals and philosophical ways. This placement may make you strongly seek, hunt, even, the truth of the fundamental questions. On another note, you can develop an attraction to foreign people and may wish to move away from home swiftly and without hesitation. This can be abroad too.

JUPITER IN VIRGO

Jupiter is in Detriment in Virgo. Whilst Jupiter is all about philosophy, the higher mysteries and expansion, Virgo seeks for the concrete, for what it knows, for the logical and rational. Therefore, this placement requires work. You are sceptical, you need to think and analyse everything before you come to a conclusion. Growth is achieved through responsibilities and being useful to others. A bit of idealism would be good, Jupiter struggles in Earth signs. You may think that you know more than you actually do, that you see the bigger picture when that is not true. Be careful not to grow an ego. Your beliefs will be challenged in this lifetime. You have a desire to help people, and in relationships too you want to do everything in your power to aid your partner.

JUPITER IN THE 2ND HOUSE

This placement generally brings good luck when it comes to money and other worldly possessions. You may also like to spend money, more on your loved ones than on yourself. You may be big into giving gifts. In order to reach that emotional security, you may wish to surround yourself with material items that, to you, hold great value and importance. Once you understand how better to acquire that stability, you may become rather generous with your money. You want a comfortable lifestyle. Like Venus in the 8th house, you may be good at managing your possessions, thus causing others to go to you for financial advice. You may not show it, but you have strong philosophical convictions, which may prove to be impossible to change.

SATURN IN CANCER

Saturn is in Detriment here, which makes it four planets in Detriment in your chart. You may feel a strong need for emotional safety, which could manifest as a fear of abandonment. There may also be some emotional blockages present that you struggle to overcome. Saturn retrograde, being the planet of Karma, may difficult your mission in life. You could be stuck on an unresolved trauma from a past life. This may be represented by a figure of authority in this life, perhaps your father. Instead of attempting to reconcile your past, try to accept the world changing around you. You may be too afraid to venture into the world and to open your heart; accept that it is part of life. Find people that give you that security, but don’t pour out your entire soul to them; find a balance. Not everything can be kept in our hearts, but not everything should be shared, either.

SATURN IN THE 12TH HOUSE

This is quite a strong and powerful placement: you have the planet of karma in the most karmic house. Also, according to Hellenistic Astrology, Saturn has its joy in the 12th house. You may be afraid to mess with the subconscious because your emotions may overtake you. Saturn is related to blockages and yours may be due to paranoia, which is characteristic of Neptune and Pisces. You may repress parts of yourself that you are not happy about, which makes you feel better, but, at the same time, paranoia can set in and make you wonder if that is the right thing to do. That aside, you may also struggle with poor self-esteem and doubts about yourself and life. There can be problems of guilt of some sort, perhaps even related to your life itself. It is very vague, but my thoughts about this placement are, in short, that, from birth, there have been deep traumas within you that have blocked your inner peace. What does are, I do not know. ⬛️

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greenteabtch · 4 years ago

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your characterizations of sebastian are so interesting and got me thinking! how does meeting helena impact seb? does he go through some kind of development in his relationship to the chantry over their years? what point in terms of self-image would you love for him to get to?

Hi Gabi!! Thank you for asking :) you’re about to enter the #Deep Sebastian Lore.

So before I begin to tackle this, I feel like it’s important to acknowledge that there are many different interpretations of Seb’s character. I consider him a lot more malleable in final interpretation than a lot of the da2 companions because his Rivalry and Friendship route actually results in two very different outcomes with regards to primary characterization. (Other characters like Merrill also have this, but I personally don’t consider a rivalry route with her or Isabela to be healthy or done well in any valid manner of speaking so I do not see it I am looking away.)

As a quick sum, Sebastian’s Friendship path commits him further to the chantry and quells his disagreement and conflict with his role as a brother, thus making him more complacent, while his Rivalry path spurs him to reclaim Starkhaven by encouraging him to give in to his dissent and impulses, eventually making him more headstrong.

Both of these are valid because each character trait that gets emphasized, depending on the path, all make up the whole of Sebastian as he is. He is compassionate, pious, and faithful, but also rash, stubborn, and witty.

This is all set up to say that in my personal canon, I follow the rivalry path because it aligns the best with my personal experiences and identity, as well as (in my opinion) encourages Sebastian to fulfill his wants best. Unlike other rivalry paths, it is able to encourage growth and development in a manner that isn’t harsh and abusive, as it targets his ideas and ideology taught to him rather than his personality or integral core as a person. I like that it inspires him to question the chantry as an institution while maintaining his faith in a personal way.

In addition to that, (cw for mentions of neglect and abuse) the rivalry path allows him to take his faith, and his expression of that, into his own hands. From a young age, The Vaels believed that their youngest son of three, Sebastian, was a disgrace to the family name, and would be a weight around his brothers' necks. According to the wiki, Sebastian had always had faith but it was not his will to enter the chantry. His short story implicates how drastic the situation was for him, as he describes the Chantry as a prison, his room as a cell, the guard as his jailor, and even more, but notes how he is still wont to pray to Andraste for his safe escape. Even so, when he is given the “opportunity” (It doesn’t feel like a true opportunity, as I read it, but I digress) to leave, he is trapped, stuck by his parents’ descriptions of himself and what he will be if he chooses to leave. “Words race through my head: useless, aimless, selfish, alone.”

Because of this, I don’t truly believe that it is necessary for him to recommit his vows of chastity, poverty, or any others as a brother in order to stay true to his faith or his character. Traumatized by his parent’s neglect for him as the son “left in the cold,” for they already had the “heir and the spare”, Sebastian was forced to accept his position as one that would never be of value to his parents, purely because of his order of birth. He was resigned to be worthless (which, I honestly think was the reason he acted out so heavily as a youth), till his parents gave him an out by committing himself to the Chantry. As a result, I connect the friendship path of staying as a brother as one that is not the kindest (as it may appear), but the one that is the most affirming of his worst fears for himself. That he, his desires, wants, dreams, and choices, are worth nothing unless he resigns himself to a life of piety and service. In sum, there are many ways to keep that faith the way he had always had it without giving up the excitement of life and love he clearly thrives in by recommitting him to the Chantry.

Personal Canon: I believe that Helena immediately presents herself as an aloof and standoffish force for Sebastian, though one that does not deter him, but challenges him. He certainly has no trouble befriending any companion (except for Varric, but that’s more about his insecurities than Sebastian’s lmao), and Helena is no different. More than just his general disposition to making friends, though, he has a curiosity about her. Because she works directly and has no qualms about violence as a tool to aid others, he sees an inkling of his desires or questions about himself in her and she encourages that further just by her actions. Other than the attraction things (they both like to cook, they both think the other is hot, they have similar family situations, they’re both secretly compe-- ok i’ll stop) he has a vested interest in listening to her disagree with him because she is a part of a new perspective that he has never considered, nor ever been given the option to.

For my custom rivalry path, Helena expresses consistent disagreement with how Seb has been treated, both by Elthina and by his parents, and encourages him to make the choice that he wants, not what the chantry wants or what his family wanted.

Throughout the acts, Helena allows him to vent his contentions with his role to her, usually over food as they watch the sunset outside the Chantry. For Helena, things run very simply, not exactly black and white, but in a manner where she knows exactly which group of grays each action lies in. I think this simplicity is helpful in getting Sebastian to confront his past. For example:

“My parents thought I was a disgrace to the family, so they forced me into the Chantry to make something of myself.”

Helena looks at him with wild and confused eyes. “They didn’t like how you acted so they imprisoned you? Didn’t they care for you?”

“Well… Yes, but it wasn’t as if I was a good son.”

“You were a son. That should have been enough for them.”

Additionally, her own complex relationship with Leandra allows her to identify the abusive behaviors of his parents and the manipulative actions of Elthina later. This pattern of confrontation and disagreement between them continues until Act 3, and along the while, Sebastian’s dissatisfaction with the role of the Chantry wedges him farther away from his possible recommitment. By the end, he is able to recognize that he has worth as a human being regardless of whatever choice he makes and that he doesn’t have to sacrifice his life as Andraste did in order to be considered deserving.

It’s at that point that he solidifies his choice to retake Starkhaven, with the hopes of bringing Helena along if she’ll have him, and sticks it to his past controllers and manipulators by doing what he knows he can do better than anyone.

In terms of his self-image, I think Sebastian simply deserves to know he has worth regardless of whether or not he is the epitome of good service and faith. I want him to be able to be “selfish” and acknowledge his wants as not things that are impure and lower his value, but a part of what makes him a human being, and one that makes him a good one too. Because of his wants and desires, he retakes Starkhaven, which is ultimately the best choice for the people there because his contender for the throne doesn’t know the first thing about ruling a city-state. Sebastian, at his best, will acknowledge his desires with temperance and balance, such that is accomplished by his faith. When all is said and done, Sebastian will only be complete when he can find faith and life through his embrace of self.

#wow im so sexy for this #thank you for askin gabi T_T ily #asks #gayvhenan #sebastian vael #my meta #neglect cw #abuse cw #da2 #dragon age 2 #ship: wings sprout from broken backs

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eorzean-tale · 3 years ago

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FFXIV Writing Challenge Prompt 31: Extra

It was far later than he would have liked when Moisaux finally arrived at his residence. He was a man prone to losing himself in work, but he did greatly enjoy coming home as well. Unette was a breath of fresh air in this stuffy hot city even when she was in her worst of moods, and she had made it her mission to turn the modest house they shared into a true home. It was a far cry from the sparsely decorated place he used to live at before their marriage. In hindsight it had felt more like a tomb than the actual tombs he worked with.

He did his best to be as quiet as possible, but that only made the dull ‘click’ of the lock opening all the louder. Unette would still be awake, waiting up for him as was her wont, but the girls should be long asleep by now. He didn’t want to wake them, even if he regretted not seeing much of them that day. Moisaux slipped in only to wince at the creak of the wood when he closed it behind him. When he turned, his wife was standing in the doorway to their sitting room, a bemused smile on her face. “You’re showing that Duskwight blood in you,” she commented dryly, “If you think that was too loud.”

He returned the smile, embracing her as she closed the distance between them. “It couldn’t have been that silent if it alerted you to my presence,” he murmured against her soft, light hair before he claimed a kiss from her lips. She leaned into it, but glanced behind him when they parted. “No Zach this evening?” Unette sounded surprised, which he supposed was fair enough. The other man had a habit of following him home, enjoying both the attention and free meals that got him. Moisaux shook his head. “He was being, as the younglings might say, ‘extra’ tonight. I thought it best to let him have some time to cool down.”

Unette chuckled in response. She didn’t need to be told what he meant with ‘extra’. Zacharie was a handful at the best of times, and could be downright petulant when the mood struck him. Moisaux had always tolerated that behaviour in the past, she knew. He probably found it enjoyable in some way even. But what he tolerated and even enjoyed was brushed aside without a second thought the moment her daughters were disrupted in any way. If Zach couldn’t keep his abundance of personality from waking or riling them up, her husband had no qualms about dealing with the sulking that came from leaving him behind later.

“I thought he’d been behaving ever since he realised I wasn’t planning to come twixt the two of you,” she asked, curious about what had set the other man off despite knowing better. It would be something silly, but it was nothing if not entertaining. Moisaux shrugged and nodded his agreement. “I may or may not have let slip that you might be with child,” he admitted ruefully, looking like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Unette playfully slapped his arm and laughed. “You dolt, you know that’s bad lu…”

They were interrupted by the grumpy cry of a toddler, but it wasn’t coming from upstairs like Moisaux would expect. Instead the noise was coming from their sitting room where Unette had appeared from. He turned to her again, an eyebrow raised. “Don’t look at me like that,” she told him. “She just wouldn’t go to bed without seeing you first. There’s only so much I can do.” The warmth of his wife left him then, as she took his hand to guide him to the tastefully decorated room. There, her youngest was sitting on the big sofa, looking grumpy in the way that only tired toddlers could. When she spotted him, however, she squealed in joy, making the grabby hand gestures that were a clear command to be picked up.

Moisaux let go of Unette’s hand to comply, little Heloisette wriggling with joy as she started murmuring at him. She didn’t know any clear words yet, but that didn’t stop her from trying to tell him about her day in her toddler speak. A fistful of his long hair was grabbed tightly in a tiny hand, which she kept as reassurance that he was listening. If he didn’t make the sympathetic noises and nods at just the right time, he’d find out just how hard she could pull.

Not that he minded. He had married her mother when she had already been pregnant with her, and while she was not his by blood she certainly was in his heart. It had been Moisaux who had been there when she was born and for every big and small step since. He didn’t care what people whispered behind his back, he was her father. The girl quickly tired after the initial joy of seeing him faded, and before he knew it he had a toddler sleeping in his arms, her small head resting against his chest. Her drooling might ruin his suit a little, but that was a sacrifice gladly made.

Unette had gotten him some leftover dinner by then, to which he murmured his thanks. “Nareema came by today, had a Viera man in tow. Oaksong, if you’ve heard of the shop by the same name?” Unette nodded, her attention fully on her husband again. She was clearly curious where this was going. Nareema never really did the social call thing, so she assumed it was work-related. “Those strange deaths I told you about,” he continued without needing to be prodded. “It might be related to something in Eorzea. That, or Zach just wants to send her on a wild chase to nothing.”

“She’ll confirm any information he’ll give her before making a journey like that, I’m sure. Nareema’s more clever than is good for her, some might argue. But Eorzea, hm?” He nodded, and they were both silent for a while as they were lost in their own thoughts.

“Have you ever thought about returning to the Homeland?” Moisaux suddenly asked her. “If the tales are to be believed, the Long War is finally over.” Unette started laughing as if he made a joke, but when he failed to join her she realised: “You’re being serious? Gods no. I was born here, same as you. If you think our people are stuffy over here, can you imagine what they are like there?”

He sighed and nodded, letting some of the old hurt in his heart show in his slumped shoulders. Moisaux had been bastard-born, just like the two girls he was raising with her. In their circles, that made one a bit of an outcast. The people who still claimed Ishgardian heritage could be slow with adapting to new circumstances and customs, and he had no way of knowing if the people back in Ishgard itself were like that as well. Neither of them had ever even been to Eorzea, they only knew Radz-at-Han. That he so clearly had Duskwight blood in him made things worse for him here, but only in the small pocket of Ishgardians they lived amongst. The rest of the city hardly had a notion about what a Duskwight even was, nor did they care that his mother had gotten pregnant after a one-night stand with some random sailor they never saw again.

There was a freedom to being but a small part of a city like this, with a constant influx of travellers from both East and West. And yet, he felt that pang. That old wanderlust that had gotten him daydreaming about Ul’dah ever since Zach had mentioned that city. When he looked into his wife’s eyes, they both knew. The two of them shared dreams of long journeys to faraway places, and Eorzea sounded as intriguing as any other. But then the girl in his arms hiccuped, reminding her parents as to why those dreams would have to wait. “I do hope she comes back,” Unette said as she rose to take the girl from him. He refused, doing his best impression of an angry toddler who’s being threatened with the removal of a favoured toy. His smile returned afterwards. “I hope so, too. Now sit down. I’ll bring her to bed.”

#FFxivWrite2021 #FFXIV #FFxivWrite

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moonandflowersfairy · 3 years ago

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match up request: Hii! Can I request a Tokyo Revengers matchup if you have the time? I couldn’t find whether or not your match up requests were open so I thought I’d just kindly drop this here in case they are! Name: I have different names based on who I’m with but my favourite nickname is Ace. Pronouns: Most people refer to me as she/her, which I’m fine with. That being said I don’t really care what pronouns people use. Personality: I come off as very direct, cocky, and aggressive. My friends have told me that before they got close to me they were scared of me because I was unpredictable- which is true. I’m extremely charismatic on the outside. I want people to like me but at the same time I also need them to fear me or at least be intimidated by me. This is kind of a form of protection for myself. I don’t trust anyone, and automatically assume people have negative intentions. If someone wants to be close with me, I wont give them the time of day unless they earn it. They have to prove in some way or another that they’re worthy of my energy (which I don’t have much of). However once they get past that wall, I will sacrifice my own comfort for those close to me even though I will never admit that to their faces. I can get pretty mean, manipulative, and violent if I’m triggered just enough (which doesn’t take much). My mom who loves me very much describes me as a ticking time bomb or a land mine. You never know what’s going to set it off and how long you have. Likes/Dislikes: I don’t like much to be honest. I like dusk drives, I like being angry, I like being alone, and I like cats and most animals. I also like politics and social justice, and music that will make me feel angry. I dislike people, any person ever, any person that threatens my spotlight (toxic I know), and I really hate drunk people. Appearance: 5’5” brown hair, I’d say I’m average weight though. My body type is hourglass with pretty normal proportions. I’ve never liked my body and struggled with ED’s and self harm in the past so now as an adult I cover anything on my body that I don’t like with tattoos. I have a full sleeve on one arm (flowers, birds, my cat, leaves, a moth) and a half sleeve on the other (flowers and a manatee), a quote from LOTR down my spine, stars and florals on my neck, stars and planets on my fingers, a whale and flowers on my hand, a mushroom on my wrist, a snake on my sternum/underboob, and flowers all down my legs. I have piercings as well but consider my tattoos my standout feature. I look like Sasha Braus with tattoos :) Relationship wants: A switch for sure. Someone to be a light for me. Think the Tohru to my Kyo. Loyal, and loving, but capable of holding their own especially against my explosive episodes that can happen when I get out of control. Basically someone who wont take my shit when I’m like that, but is also capable of being sympathetic and can provide that sedative nature for me.Preference: Technically I am sex positive asexual as I can only imagine myself in fictional situations, but since that’s the point of this I am pansexual. Only characters that I wanna throw up thinking about are Kisaki, Takemitchi (SORRY NOBODY HATE ME I JUST CANT) Taiju and Mutotysm!!! no worries if you dont get around to this but thank u for taking the time to enable my fictional dreams if you do!!

I match you with...

¡! Kawata Nahoya ¡!

why?

the best people to go to drink and party with, you guys are that fun and super united pair. your relationship is based in intimity, fun and open-mindness (if that exists)

three words, CHAOTIC. POWER. COUPLE

¡! NSFW ¡!

general headcanons:

and with a preference for being top

still, he would love to be degraded and ridden all night long

he is a switch honey

you want to try bondage? he is all in, exhibitionism? of course, roleplay? yes!

name it and he will do it

sit in his face

favorite position is 69 and standing ovation in front of a mirror

you never know how is he going to treat you during bed, might be rough, passionate, calm, slow, torturous, adventurous, so unpredictable

decent dick, 6 inches, reddish in the top and curve upwards to hit your favorite spots

not shaved but trimmed, might forget to do it tho

'you are so pretty when you have my cock inside of you, princess'

'ride it like the slut you are'

'you don't want to be punish, do you sweetheart?'

he will be loud when cumming, other than that, grunts and raspy breaths

he cums a lot and tastes a bit salty (the ramen he does hehehhe)

has quite stamina and will do it for hours in bed

loves to choke in boobs

always praises your body no matter what

you might be a whore but not ugly <3

aftercare is just him sleeping and sometimes showering together to do it again

high sex drive

overall, you will never be bored with this smiley ball

with fun, for anon ♡

disclaimer: this is his timeskip ramen shop owner! version

I also want him eating me out all night long 😩

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev #[❥︎] match ups #smiley x reader #smiley #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata #kawata nahoya #kawata nahoya x reader

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euronymous-files · 3 years ago

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From a 2001 interview with Jacko, owner of the British record label Dark Whispers

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You've told me in the past that you'd like people to see you as a "key player" in the underground. This still holds true, am I correct? That would be a dream come true to be remembered in the history of the Black Metal scene and to have my name along side Euronymous, Dead, Faust, in the same sentence. I couldn't imagine the pride I would feel. This scene needs heroes if I can use that word. The scene needs people who can inspire people to do stuff back in 91 when we had Dead, Euronymous etc. We looked up to them, put these people on pedestals. But every time I thought of quitting because things weren't going my way I would look to the sacrifices the others had made and it made me think they never quit so I wont, I will fight and win. [...]

While we're talking about "key players" past and present, you've told me explicitly you're a huge fan of Varg Vikernes! Maybe you could make him your martial arts training partner when he gets out of prison? Ha, ha you know I love the Count. Well, love to kill him. For years I've wanted to kill the Count and to avenge Euronymous, and maybe one day it will happen. But I feel there are people out there who want him more than I do. It will be a quick way to the top of the scene kill him and your guaranteed a place in history. I feel though that the infighting between Euronymous and Count supporters should stop [...]

Varg is obviously not your ally, but the man he murdered was. Tell us about your relationship to Euronymous and what he meant to you. I would never say I got to know Euronymous, only people close to him ever really got to know Euronymous. But I got to know Faust really well. I have written to Faust since 93 and we are still in regular contact to this day we now e-mail each other. Euronymous was an inspiration to us all he was the leader of the Black Metal scene [...]

People I've talked to over the past years say the scene was affected greatly upon his murder. Do you feel the same way? I can honestly say I never knew Euronymous, but if the scene relied on only one person, then well......... Yes the scene was greatly affected by Euronymous' death. But one person doesn't make the whole scene, it's each and every person on it that makes the scene with out people buying CDs, t-shirts etc. a band would be nothing, (something some bands have forgotten) but the way Euronymous was killed by a brother affected the way people thought, back in the early 90's everyone trusted each other and it was like one big happy family, then after the murder everyone stopped trusting each other. and a lot of fake band wagon jumping bands invaded the scene to pick the bones dry of the next big fad. When Euronymous was alive he had everyone motivated and they were all scared to go against him, look at Samoth Mr. Evil back in 92. Euronymous dies and he turns out to be a big wimp who never claimed to be into it. Euronymous was the glue that held it all together in Norway. After he died no new king was chosen and people started to drift away from the dream. (What's the dream I hear you say) ! Well the dream was we were all waiting for the war against Christianity to take off church fires were becoming common place and things were escalating each week, but as soon as Euronymous died people lost heart and nowadays with Mayhem being like they are people are turning away from Black Metal and the new people who get into Mayhem don't understand what it is all about. The youth on the scene today have not been educated as to what Black Metal is about. The amount of kids I have heard say "I'm not against Christianity" sickens me. People who have nothing against Christianity have no place on the Black Metal scene, and before people say I'm an idiot look at the history of Black Metal and you will see I'm right. In my view anyone who wasn't apart of the scene back in 93 and before that has no valid argument against this point as you didn't live the tidal wave of hatred that was Black Metal. You didn't experience the loss of Euronymous you didn't have to watch as a once powerful scene ripped itself apart and became a joke, only if you went through all that, in my eyes could you argue with me against the above point. [...]

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read the full interview here

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lucian-ffxiv · 4 years ago

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Trachyngeim Aerstwyda

thanks for the template @lizzy-frizzle

Name: Trachyngeim Aerstwyda

Gender: Female

Age: 19 at the start of ARR

Race: Roegadyn

Relationship: Single

Family: Pfardaeg (father), Thubyrthota (mother), Blauswys (sister)

Orientation: Bisexual

Nameday: 11th sun of the 1st umbral moon

Abilities/Talents: The tallest person she knows (max height Roegadyn, after all), she can reach up to the top shelf like no problem. She’s not very good at most crafts, but is very adept at gathering. does giving me gender feels count as a talent

Job: Dark Knight; also Monk, Gunbreaker. She’s dabbled a lot, though, in things like black magic, red magic, and the art of the dancer.

Appearance description: 7′6″ tall, with short red hair. Toned muscles, though she’s not as muscular as her strength would suggest.

Unique features (scars, tattoos, etc.): Red facial tattoos, symmetrical on both sides of her face.

Personal Beliefs (religious or otherwise): She used to think of the stories of the primals as nothing more than stories - boogeymen that kept children up at night. Her mother told her of Leviathan, while neglecting to tell her of the primal’s hand in the death of her parents. Needless to say, slaying the boogeyman has led Trachyngeim to have her personal beliefs thrown into turmoil, and they’ve been there for a while.

Residence: Ul’dah is essentially her home. It was where she got her start as an adventurer, and despite her personal connections to Ishgard and Ala Mhigo, Ul’dah shall be where she considers home.

Birth place: On a boat to Limsa Lominsa, as her parents and elder sister made the journey.

Dreams: To repay the kindness of others that for so many years of her life she felt undeserving.

Fears: While not afraid of self-sacrifice per se, she is afraid of what would happen to those she cares about should she become unable to aid them any more. After all, if word got out that the Warrior of Light was all washed up, or dead, some of her past enemies would surely not hesitate to exact their revenge.

Introverted / Extroverted / Ambiverted (bold what applies)

How do they handle stress?: At first, she would just go to the Pugilist’s guild in Ul’dah to see if anyone wanted a spar. Now that she’s famous, though, that’s not really an option anymore. So now, she’s tried to transition to less violent methods of stress relief. Really, though, she just wants someone she could spar with like the good old days.

What’s the state of their living quarters? (messy, clean, etc.): Clean. Cleaning helps distract her from how she feels sometimes.

How do they handle meeting new people?: Used to be that she’d meet a new person every once in a while, but now her... duties as international hero and savior ensure she is inundated with new faces. It can get a bit overwhelming sometimes.

When facing certain doom, what’s their outlook?: “Just a little bit further.”

What do they do to relax?: There’s a spot in the Coerthas mountains that is hard to reach. She uses a mount to fly up there and watch out over the snow.

What’s their favourite outfit?: Currently, a rather comfortable bit of formalwear she picked up in Kugane.

Traumas/Personality quirks: She can go from laughing with friends to being deadly serious in a matter of seconds. She’s trying to get better at managing these shifts in tone.

About Them as of Current story patch: N/A (not there yet lol - in the patch content quests of Stormblood rn)

History: She never actually met her father, growing up. That also meant, though, that she never really had a last name, per se. This led to a fair bit of teasing from other Roe she grew up near. She took the name Aerstwyda, First Willow, in an attempt to assert herself as the beginning of something new, but this only led to further teasing. At one point when she was a teenager, several of her peers even conspired to lure her into the ocean and push her in - only to be rescued by a wandering Dark Knight who happened to be passing that way from Ishgard. It was they who first noticed the power of Trachyngeim’s dark side, though they were not wont to teach her such things at her age. It was this incident, though, that finally made her realize that she wasn’t undeserving of kindness, and that there were a great many debts that needed to be repaid. At that point, she decided to learn to fight, and utilized her impressive strength in becoming a skilled hand-to-hand fighter at a young age. Eventually she struck out on her own towards Ul’dah, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Feelings towards others: (add or remove as relevant)

- Yshtola – She’s got a bit of a crush on Y’shtola, though she’s not good enough with her feelings to admit it. She’s come close a few times, but running in a sewer from people wont to kill you isn’t the best time for it.

- Alphinaud – She’s friends with Alphinaud, but in that true best friend way where she loves to tease him about all the little things and laughs along with Krile, or Alisaie, or whoever else might be teasing him at the moment.

- Alisaie – Definite friends here, if for no other reason than their shared past-time of poking fun at Alphinaud.

- Thancred – He rubbed her the wrong way when they first met, this “handsome stranger”, but eventually grew on her. She felt really bad for not noticing how hard he was pushing himself until it was too late.

- Urianger – She can never tell what he’s really thinking, and it concerns her.

- Tataru – Would protect with her life.

- Papalymo - :(

- Minfillia - :(

- Ser Aymeric - She fell for him, hard. She wouldn’t even think about saying anything - it would be quite a conflict of interest. But she’s sure she’s seen him do things to imply he feels the same way, so maybe, once everything’s over...

- Cid – He’s like the cool grandpa of the group. She can’t wait to see what new amazing machine he and the Ironworks create next.

- Zenos – Terrible human being. Killing him felt good.

- Gaius – Killing him, on the other hand, felt hollow. He himself didn’t put up much of a fight - it was mostly the Ultima Weapon. She didn’t even really land a killing blow.

- Nero – Why can’t this guy stay gone?

- G’raha – She respects his sacrifice.

- Ascians - She wants to personally kill every ascian alive.

- Lyse - She laughed when Lyse challenged her to the fight on the Destroyer’s palm, but she put up a good fight. It was her first real chance to spar with someone else in a long time.

- The Grand Company Leaders - Kan-E-Senna always calms her to be around. Merlwyb is someone she respects for her directness, at the very least. Being an Immortal Flame herself, it’s always surreal to have Raubahn treat her as more than just another officer.

- Magnai - She didn’t like him. While she isn’t one to scoff at religion, she does feel that the belief that every man has a woman especially made for him to be laughable.

- Sadu - Definitely someone to never cross. There was that time during the contest, but that was in the spirit of competition. As a fellow wielder of explosive magic on occasion, she knows how bad of an idea it would be to make her angry.

- Cirina - Could become a fearsome warrior one day, if given the proper training. She’d be glad to help train her, too.

- Yugiri - Perpetually impressed by what Yugiri can do with the ways of the shinobi. Beyond that, though, she trusts Yugiri to keep secrets more than some of the other characters.

- Gosetsu - Similar to Thancred, Gosetsu went from grating to endearing in her mind. She was very conflicted when he reappeared after the castle, though.

- Fordola - She knows what it feels like to be teased for something that was of no fault of her own. She wants to feel bad for Fordola, she does, but there’s always the legions of people hurt by her hand.

- Yotsuyu - She also feels bad for Yotsuyu, but not so bad that she won’t mind fighting her.

- Asahi - She would kill Asshat if she got the chance.

- Other Warrior of Lights - She’s more than happy to step back into the shadows and let others have their time to shine.

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