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hey-august · 5 months

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You're coming in… you're coming close

😌🍃 This is a continuation of Close your eyes, just settle, settle, just with a different title.

The first part was originally a one-shot (and could still be read as such), so this part ended up with more plot and less prose. Hopefully the overall tone carried through. (tbh, i struggled with that so much.)

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Word count: ~3.5k ...more than double the first one 🙃 Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, partaking in the devil's lettuce 🍃, insertion sex, jacking off, facial, manual stimulation, a lil bit of an angsty fight A/N: Here's the opening line that I first wrote and discarded: "The slivered moon was high and so was Buggy."

Edit: Huuuuge amazing wonderful thanks to @be-not-afraid-gg for this suggestion!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

Title from "Great Romances of the 20th Century" by Taking Back Sunday

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The night is dark and full of creaks and groans from the ship listing in the slow rolling waves. Footsteps shuffle across the wood floor, adding to the ambiance. Buggy walks slowly, with bare feet tucked into untied boots, and moving in time with the subtle swells.

His hazy mind drifts in circles around the one idea that set his body in motion. A thought that had seeped from his head, down into his mouth, and settled on his tongue. There’s an absence under the taste of smoke and fire. An emptiness that calls for something flavorful.

Lost in the cyclone of thoughts, the illuminated sign of life doesn’t register until Buggy steps into the brightly lit kitchen. What he assumed was a beacon luring him towards his destination, was actually the mark of a haven for late night cravings. A haven you had already founded.

You’re leaning on a counter, midway through a bite of toast, and eyes wide at the unexpected company. Red eyes that match his.

“Sorry, didn’t think anyone would be here,” Buggy stammers, spacing out and forgetting that he’s the captain of the ship.

Anxiety bubbles in his chest, turning over the hunger that brought him to the kitchen, and mixing it with a different desire. The warm scent of cinnamon joins the turmoil in his body. Buggy nervously rubs his jaw, the stubble scratchy against his bare hand.

“Smells good.”

You finish the interrupted bite and push a small plate towards the door. “Want some?”

Buggy walks over and studies at the slice of toast you offered. Scattered islands of cinnamon and sugar sink into pools of butter. The lush mixture spreads across the landscape, an impression of how it would feel in his mouth. Buggy swallows the excess moisture his mouth is creating in anticipation and nods. You nudge the plate closer, creating a soft rasp as the ceramic slides against wood.

It’s messy and flavorful. Soft and crunchy. Sweet and lingering. The flavored butter coats his tongue, the heaviness carrying away the taste of resin and ash. He glances at your glistening lips and wonders if they’re also coated in sugar and cinnamon. The thought is chased away with a dry bite of uncoated crust.

“I’m glad I washn’t the only one in the mood for a late night sch-nack.”

You stifle laughter as the remark is delivered through a mouthful of half-chewed food. Buggy cracks a grin as the restrained joy still finds a path to your eyes. Feeling a familiar twist in his stomach, he shoves the rest of the cinnamon toast in his mouth and hopes the food will tamp down the ache.

“D’you do this often?” Buggy asks.

It’s no secret that some of the crew has particular hobbies. While Buggy’s interests sometimes overlap with his crew’s, he prefers to indulge in a select few on his own. This feels different, though. He already partook in privacy, leaving behind the ash and resin before lumbering to the kitchen.

“Sometimes…you?”

“Sometimes.”

The silence following the confessions was infused by the cinnamon - warm and comforting. This wasn’t a joint activity, it was just two individuals in a concurrent moment. A shared experience that would be repeated the following week. And the week after. And the next, as well. It became a routine.

The evening sessions begin independently until the smoke carries you both to the kitchen. Together you fill the room with laughter borne from empty giddy thoughts, while filling your stomachs with whatever you could get your sticky fingers on.

Grilled cheese sandwiches, where more cheese is eaten in anticipation, than put between the bread slices. Instant noodles that Buggy prepares when he arrives first. Apple slices started a playful argument when you say they taste better with a bit of salt, while Buggy disagrees and slathers his portion in obscene amounts of peanut butter.

One unscheduled night you show up at the captain’s quarters, wearing a sheepish expression and carrying a plate of buttered toast coated liberally in cinnamon sugar. Under the chill of sobriety, Buggy’s chest rapidly fills with drumbeats. There’s no heady fog to dampen the sound, so it reverberates in his head until your voice cuts through.

“I wanted a snack and thought that maybe you’d want some too.”

His stomach turns, flipping so aggressively that he nearly feels nauseous. The soothing smell of spices drifts into the room, ready to confront the turmoil in Buggy. It talks to him with a soft murmur, saying this is no different than the nights in the kitchen. Fantasies are just fantasies.

Finally, Buggy opens the door wider as his answer, welcoming this reality. Your eyes are red, and so are your cheeks as you enter the room, bringing a new addition to your weekly routines.

These extra sessions happen without planning. Any night could be enhanced by a knock at the door from a giddy visitor bringing temptation.

The first time Buggy went to your room, he over prepared for the trip. His body arrived before his mind. His thoughts trailed slowly and lazily, not making any effort to catch up until the time was right. Until he was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a carpet of smoke.

Leaning against your bed, Buggy watched the small flame illuminate your face and listened to your deep breathing. When you looked over and caught him staring, all he could do was offer you a dopey grin and a bag of chips.

The late night rendezvous continue to happen at least once a week. A reliable respite, no matter how long the ship is at sea. If one person burns through their stash too quickly, there’s always some to share. What started as individual moments that eventually collided, turned into shared joints, passed between fingers and lips.

One night finds Buggy sitting in his usual spot on the floor of your room. His back is pressed against the bedframe and his head rests on the edge of the mattress you’re laying on. The hair from his ponytail is close enough to tickle your hand.

“We should stop doing this.”

In the broken silence, the words sound wrong and don’t fit in Buggy’s head. Stop sitting quietly? Stop smoking so much? Stop clearing out the kitchen? With eyes still closed, he hums a questioning response.

The bed shifts as you sit up. “We should stop whatever this is.”

Craning his neck, Buggy looks to see exactly what you’re talking about. You’re already staring at him, eyes searching his face for understanding that won’t be found.

“This,” you repeat, gesturing between you two. “Whatever we’re doing…I think it should- I don’t think we should-”

“Okay.” The response explodes out of Buggy’s mouth in an attempt to stop the painful words coming from yours.

You want to stop all of this. Stop sitting in silence with him. Stop smoking with him. You don’t want him around anymore.

Even through the brain fog, your voice rings clear. His mind clings to your request, squeezing it and refusing to let go, no matter how much it stings. Buggy nods along to the replay in his head before pushing himself up.

With a hand on the doorknob, Buggy pauses. Questions tumble inside the pirate, fighting against each other in the haze and growing to take space from the weaker ones. He squeezes the brass orb. The metal is cool against his bare hand. One question takes advantage of the calm feeling and slips out.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

Buggy stares at the door before him. He doesn’t turn around.

“Why,” he repeats mockingly slowly. “Why do you want to stop now? Why did you put up with this for so long? Were you just putting up with me?”

Buggy’s voice rises and cracks as the questions overflow. His hold on the doorknob tightens in an attempt to keep himself grounded.

In the following silence, Buggy sucks on the venom of his words. They were bitter. Not strong enough. But also too strong. They taste of regret and all he wants to do is burn them away. Douse them in alcohol and set them alight until he’s too numb to taste anything.

“Is that what you think?”

The bed creaks as you stand up and Buggy spins to face you.

“Obviously. I thought this was fun. I thought we were having a good time, but clearly I was wrong. You don’t like doing this,” he spits. “I shouldn’t be surprised, really. Of course you weren’t having fun with me.”

“I am- I was. I do like this.” Breaking through his monologue, you keep his attention and step closer. “That’s why we need to stop. I like y- I like this too much.”

You stiffen as the confession falls out. The words are out and can’t be retrieved. There’s no room in your mouth to take them back anyways, so you release the rest of what you want to say.

“It’s hard to keep having fun with you when I want more.”

Buggy’s silent. His mouth opens and closes, but he doesn’t make a sound. He stares at you, waiting for a punchline he knows isn’t coming. Your eyes aren’t glistening with laughter, but with something else.

“You want…more. What-” he swallows thickly, “do you want?”

The air in the room is heavy. You look away, following trails of fading smoke, before returning to Buggy’s expectant face. And lower, to his lips. The face paint is long faded, leaving behind a subtle stain. Your eyes flick back up just as he licks his lips. Those lips.

“I want you.” Your gaze moves down again. “I want all of you.”

Buggy’s body moves before he realizes it, reaching for you as soon as you finish speaking. Your lips taste like cinnamon. There’s a hint of ash on your tongue. You’re delicious.

His hands cradle your face, holding you close so he can continue to relish a treat he’s thought about countless times before. You stumble back slightly, pushed by his greed. Hands clasp around his wrists, holding yourself steady and keeping his touch in place.

Neither of you are sure who pulled back first. It took a few tries before you successfully detangled from one another. A question hangs in the space between your bodies - do you still want more?

You sit on the bed and pat the spot next to you. The muffled sounds are attractive and inviting. Yes, you want more. You both do. Buggy sits next to you. Following the movement of the sinking mattress, he leans against you and lets his head fall onto your shoulder.

His mind lags behind his body, continuing past the arc of his body and bypassing the containment of his head. Buggy’s thoughts pour through his skull, rushing so quickly that he can hardly tease them apart. Mixed within the surge are visions seen only in the depths of privacy. The false memories of your choked moans and flushed face rise to the top and his dick follows suit.

Even with a hazy mind, he wants to pay attention. To give attention to you and to the swelling between his legs. Shifting against you, Buggy presses his face against your neck, pushing his nose into you. You’re warm and smell good. Your skin is damp. He parts his lips and tastes the salt coating your body. While he wasn’t one for salt on apples, he enjoys the taste here.

The extra moisture left by his sloppy kisses is cooled by his heavy breathing. The change in temperature pulls a hint of a moan. Buggy’s cock twitches in response, begging for relief. Instead of giving in, his hand moves to touch your thigh. Voices tell him to squeeze. To grab you. To delve deeper. He settles for running a shaky hand up and down your leg.

The touch does little to soothe his need, to satiate his desire. The strain in his pants pulses and aches. Buggy grunts against your neck as he palms his erection. It’s so hard, it’s nearly painful. He whines as he realizes there isn’t enough give in the fabric of his pants to properly wrap a hand around himself.

His mind is quickly brought back to you with a click and the scrape of flint. You inhale deeply. The moment lasts forever as he watches little bits of flame escape and float away. Once your lungs are full, you pull Buggy’s face to meet yours.

Lips grazing each other, you exhale slowly. The smoke seeps from your mouth into his. Tendrils escape and dance up before he inhales your kiss. It’s slow and delicate. Hot, but not fiery. Buggy takes all that you give until his head is spun into cotton. Until he’s full of you.

A hand pushes his away to feel his desire. A heavy twitch against your touch conveys how badly he wants you. How desperately he needs you. A whimper escapes from his empty mouth when you squeeze slightly. A sound he repeats when you pull away entirely.

“Take off your clothes,” you tell him as you start doing the same.

The sound of pants being undone and falling to the ground isn’t new, but he feels the soft thumb reverberate in his heart. A heaviness that pulls him into action. Leaning back, Buggy fumbles with his belts and pants before scooting out of them and kicking off his boots in one motion. As he’s working on his vest, you peer over your shoulder and say he could keep that on. The softness in his request makes him even harder.

A curl of smoke catches Buggy’s attention. The wrapped ember glimmers and winks as its essence dances overhead, joining the rest of the heady fog. You pick it up, creating a connection that allows Buggy’s eyes to drift over your naked body.

Sun-kissed shoulders give way to your bare chest and soft stomach. He looks lower and lower, his hand following the path on his own body until he’s fondling and caressing himself in admiration of you. You’re better than any treasure map he’s seen - worthy of intimate study until he knows every curve, every valley and peak, every nook, absolutely everything until he’s committed you to memory.

Time flows inconsistently and Buggy’s not sure how long you let him touch himself while simply looking at you.

“Sorry, you’re-you’re just…wow,” he stammers awkwardly.

“Just wow,” you repeat with the smile that he’s only ever seen during the nightly sessions. “I didn’t see you as a man of few words.”

“Well, they say actions speak louder than words.” The teasing remarks ease any tension in the room.

With legs still hanging over the edge of the bed, Buggy leans back on his elbows. The movement allows his vest to fall open and expose his chest, while his thick erection rests against his lower stomach. You approach slowly and straddle his lap, finding a perfect seat on his thighs. Your ass is soft and warm against his skin.

You offer him the still burning ember, which he accepts. His body moves obediently, unable to do more than go with the flow of the evening. All of his senses are alight and high. It would be overwhelming if it wasn’t with you. Closing his eyes, Buggy takes another drag.

Meanwhile, he feels you drag yourself on his body. You position his sticky member against yourself, rubbing his leaky tip along the way. He cracks his eyes just as you slowly sink down. You gasp, just as he’s imagined, when his flared head stretches you open.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, releasing the smoke in his lungs.

A floating hand drops the burning herbs in the ashtray on the bedside table and then finds a spot on top of your thigh. His thumb rubs soft encouragement as your body adapts to his size.

“Y-you’re doing so good.”

Your body reacts to his praise, becoming intoxicatingly tight. The pressure from your legs outside of his increases. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, kneading out feelings of sensitivity as you sit flush on his cock.

Buggy is captivated by your expression - both focused and unfocused. Knitted brows caught between concentration and loss of control. Hazy eyes that flutter, unsure if they want to be open or closed. Your bottom lip stuck between your teeth.

“S’big. Feels…feel really full.” The breathlessness behind your comment sends Buggy to the clouds.

Do you feel so full that you can hardly breathe? Does his cock take up that much space in your body? He throbs in your heat, straining against the confinement.

“You said you wanted more. Is it too much? M-more than you expected?” Buggy teases.

You let out a weak chuckle and rest your head on his shoulder. “No, I can do this.”

Committed to taking all you want, you start rolling your hips. Slowly at first, with Buggy’s floating hands following your movement. You grind harder as his grip increases. His fingers alternate between digging into your flesh and massaging out the bruising touches. Focused on staying within the boundaries of his restraint, Buggy doesn’t catch the sound of your voice the first time.

“Help,” you mumble again against his neck, “please.” Pushing yourself back, you look Buggy in the eyes. “Fuck me.”

If he didn’t always stave off his orgasms multiple times when handling his own business, Buggy would have exploded inside of you just then. Still, he would not be able to hold out much longer.

Sitting up, his arms move to connect with his hands, wrapping you in his embrace. He spreads his legs further to brace himself. With one arm around your waist and the other crossing your back to your shoulder, he fucks you the way you asked for. The way your moans beg for.

Buggy uses his hold to push you against his thrusts, burying his cock as deep as your body allows. But he wants more. He clings to you, pulling you closer to his chest, wanting to feel you everywhere. To continue having your lovely sounds brush past his ear, to have your hands threading his hair, to feel your body stick against his.

Floating in those thoughts, Buggy didn’t know how tight the tether holding his anchor was until it threatened to snap.

“S-shit, m’close. I’m gonna- fuck. Wh-where-” His movements falter along with his stutters.

The tension loosens slightly as you pull yourself off, but returns when you kneel between his legs. You wrap your hands around his cock, using the wet sex from both of your bodies to jack him off. Buggy struggles to keep his eyes open, wanting to remember every moment of this, rather than falling back into the fantasies he’s used to finishing too.

“O-open your mouth,” he begs.

You give him the most wonderful open-mouthed smile as you push out your tongue, eager for what’s next. A hold on your wrist pulls one hand down to cradle his balls. Your touch is gentle, following as his balls tighten and he falls over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… Keep-keep going,” Buggy grunts as each stroke along his cock sends another jet of hot cum to cover your face and chest.

His orgasm directs your movements. As each pulse slows, so does the pumping, until the final one to ease the last few pearly drops onto your dripping fist.

Ignoring his body’s cry for rest, Buggy pushes himself forwards and lets his trembling legs drop him to the ground. You ease back to give him space.

“C’mere, I’m going to make you feel so good,” he says in a shaky voice.

He advances until you’re laying on the wood floor. He hovers over you, trailing a hand along your body until it’s between your legs. Your gasp is captured by his mouth and more sinful sounds are coaxed by his tongue.

You still taste like cinnamon. There’s a hint of salt, again. Not from your sweat, but from his cum. Fuck, it’s good. His tongue pokes out of your mouth to swipe long your lips, seeking more of that combined taste. Meanwhile, your grasp at his wrist and grind against his hand.

Buggy follows your cues - rubbing, teasing, increasing pressure, going faster, easing up - whatever you want. He’ll do this for as long as you’d let him and he wants you to know. But when he tells you to take your time, it has the opposite effect. You whimper and cry out as you come to his touch.

“That’s it, you’re doing such a good job,” Buggy croons, carrying you through the wave, until it crests and you float back down.

You keep your eyes shut as you settle back into your body. You look wonderful. Dazzling. Breathtaking. Your chest is heaving and you’re coated in a sheen of sweat and strands of cum. His cum. His mark. A possessive fire lights in his chest.

“Just tell me whenever you want more,” Buggy says against your skin, pressing kisses to your shoulder and chest. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll take good care of you, promise.”

You laugh, seeing through the disguise of his kind ‘offer,’ to his own insatiable desire. The cooling liquid on your skin jostles with the movement, sending a shiver through your body.

Buggy moves closer to you, wanting to share his warmth and feel more of yours. Always, to feel more of you.

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A/N: Also, I'd like to draw attention to the end of "Great Romances of the 20th Century," since it fits so well:

I'm in your room Is this turning you on Am I turning you on? I'm in your room Are you turned on? I'm on the corner of your bed I'm thinking maybe Are you turned on? Are you turned on?

#buggy smut #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy the clown #buggy the clown smut #one piece smut #buggy x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

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au-sonic-smackdown · 8 months

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AU Sonic Smackdown - Round 1, Right Side

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Infested AU belongs to @hejjhug

Sonic Thunderstorm AU belongs to @delightrolls

Read more about them under the cut!

Infested AU-

Sonic, under the influence of a mysterious alien brain parasite, has become unpredictable and very, very dangerous. While all his powers remain the same, he now uses his speed to maim and kill anyone who moves. Sonic’s mental state has devolved to basic instinct, and, thanks to the parasite, he is in a near-constant state of feeling like a wild animal trapped in a corner. As a result, he will call upon impossible strength, reserved only for life-or-death scenarios. Pray you don’t catch his attention. You can’t outrun the fastest thing alive.

Sonic Thunderstorm AU-

Sonic the Hedgehog is an Egyptian Long-Eared Hedgehog. Sonic has major Electrokinesis and major Aerokinesis and major Cháokinesis. Sonic is an aromantic quoiromantic asexual aegosexual intersex pangender bordergender narkissigender genderspeed hedgehog with ADHD, BPD, and NPD who uses any pronouns, including storm/storms, ⛈️/⛈️s, thunder/thunders, 🌩️/🌩️s, gale/gales, 🌀/🌀s, bree/breeze, and 🍃/🍃s pronouns. Sonic is a result of the Ultimate Lifeform Project specifically Project Kinesis, a search to cure aging, discover the genes responsible for Kinetic Abilities, and grant Mobian Kinetic Abilities to humans. Many Mobians with Kinetic Abilities were kidnapped and bred to have their abilities studied resulting in the birth of Sonic, their pink and green siblings, and many others. Around the age of 3 - 5 Sonic and well as their mother and two siblings escaped the lab only to drown in the ocean during their get away leaving Sonic as the sole survivor and with an intense fear of water. After being saved from drowning they were put the foster system where they were they were often bullied or excluded by the other children and past around from home to home sometimes being treated well but other times being abused their adoptive families and that combined with never having a stable home leads to them developing BPD. Around the age of 12 - 13 Sonic gets tired of feeling unloved by both the foster homes they lived at and by the people who adopted them only to later throw them away so Sonic decides to run away in the hopes of finding someone who will genuinely care about them. While struggling to survive on their own the hedgehog starts to encounter Eggman and quickly becomes a thorn in his side. Also while searching for a home they encounter Tails, a DID system who is being abused by their family and bullied due to being Autistic. Sonic, sympathetic to their new friend's suffering, encourages them to run away with them to find somewhere better to live. While on their quest for a happy home the two become known for stopping Eggman's evil deeds resulting a couple named Darron Bolos Segaleh and Ilaiya Gotzone Nailah coming to adopting the two. The relationship starts of sweet but in reality Darron really only cares about using to two as mascots for his company and isn't above mistreating and abusing his children when they do something that makes his company loses money or negatively impacts their image. Being treated like a prince when succeeding and as worthless after every mistake leads to Sonic developing NPD. After growing up Sonic eventually goes on to live in a house with a number of their friends including Tails and Sonic is able to finally start recovering from everything that happened to them although they find recovery incredibly difficult. Sonic is a sweet person but is very emotional unstable which can lead to them make mistakes or hurting themself.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic au #sonic alternate universe #au sonic smackdown #round 1 #infested au #sonic thunderstorm au

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winryrockbellwannabe · 8 months

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✨Get Ready with me...✨

for the second semester of my 3rd year of college

(all pics from Pinterest, btw)

Part 1: Academic life and free time

📚 My Classes: ☕

- Introduction to Biomaterials (IB) - Biomechanics - Informatic Systems (SI) - Electronics - retaking this class since i failed it last year I also have the bachelor's Project. The one i chose is about The role of internal states in everyday decision making.

📝 Academic Goals: ✨

- get better grades than last semester - try to understand early on the semester which way of studying works for me - go!!! to!! my profs!!! office time!!! for goodness sake, if you don't understand anything from your class, that's literally the best place to learn it - learn how to prioritize stuff - being up to date with my classes - maybe post my learning progress of all my classes?? idk if anyone would be interested in it, but i'll try to be more specific about what I'm learning

🍃🪻Free time:🪻🍃

I want to become much more intentional about my free time. Not just lying on the floor and doom scrolling. And also find ways to stop myself when I find myself going back to just waste energy doing stuff I'm not even enjoying

Specifically:

- read more books - keep watching some shows I've been putting behind bc i haven't feel like i was paying them enough attention. I've been saying this for over 2 years, get over it - exercise again. The cold always makes it so hard to exercise, but the weather is getting nicer, so i should go back to it soon

Part 2 (friendships and mental health) here

#studyblr #study blog #studyspo #stemblr #stem student #adhd studyblr #study goals #study moodboard #2.3

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yermes · 4 months

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PAC: FOMO: I changed, I moved home it was several months ago and its hard coming to terms that the world moves on without you and to many people you are a whisper of a memory of somethings past. Its hard to let go and we have a need to hang on. How do we cope with letting go and not feel the grief of the past in its manifestation in the future 🪻

Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. But I am working on sharing my notes soon so that will be exciting! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰

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The cards

Snake + mountain 🏔️ 🐍

The seduction of your past is a complex obstacle of pride. Nothing will ever be the same and there is a sham and joy in that statement. To over come this personal challenge is to take a step towards personal wisdom and empowerment. It may hurt knowing they do not need you. However, you do not need them

Key + Person 💡 🔑

It sucks to move on but you have only unlocked a better life for yourself with more opportunities and achievements. It is easy to fall into the lust of nostalgia, everyone wants to put shit kickers on, stay up late and do a whole lot of nothing and something at the same time. But you are in the action of change and betterment do not turn back.

Tree + Dog 🐕 🍃

Your friendships that you make in the past transcend time and space. The people you were there for/ people who were there for you left a permanent imprint on the sand flats in your consciousness. You will never miss out on the friends you make along the way and tbh they probably have fomo about you too

Extras:

I am literally so sad that I am just a face in memories past

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overgrown3d · 1 year

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What do you need to hear right now?

✨How to select your pile?✨

1. Slow your breathing, taking deep inhales. Focus on feeling present in your environment.

2. Looking from left to right, use your intuition to pick the pile meant for you (what you connect most with.)

3. Doesn't resonate? No worries! Pick another, it's message may be just right for you.

• • •

pile 1 -> pile 2

-> Pile 3

Pile 1 ;

Cards: 6 of Swords, Queen of Wands, 2 of Wands, Knight of Wands, The Tower (base)

"You have the strength to move forward, Keep going!"

The biggest obstacle in your life right now may be your thoughts. Perhaps you have tried to change or improve certain aspects in your life, particularly the actions you perform to meet your goals, and feel burdened with insecurity as you face hardships and deal with your circumstances. Maybe you've tried to change your life in the past but got disheartened, believing you weren't capable of overcoming your struggles. It seems that you've nurtured an idea, business, relationship, habit, or any action that isn't serving you anymore now that you've grown outside of it. Like building a foundation on unsafe lands, only after an event happens do you realize that it is time to bring about change for your own sake, and rebuild your life on stronger soil. Realizing this may cause a great deal of pain for you, but this change will be fruitful in the end.

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There is indecision in what next step you should take, but know that you've overcome the greatest leap of all: The first step. You absolutely do have courage to shake off the shackles of your past, whatever they may be. What's next in store for you is a lot of action, but this time with the right decisions and choices.

We all have different circumstances in life, what we need to do is make the best out of it, with whatever we've got. 💚

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Pile 2 ;

Cards: 10 of Swords, The Emperor, Justice, 3 of swords, 7 of swords, Ace of Wands & The Fool (base)

"You must look like a fool before becoming the master."

Get to work, baby! The message you need to hear right now is get into action! You've got the m-fing chances to be successful! This signals massive career change or great profits. You may have healed or are in the process of healing from a catastrophic event, leaning into a lot of internal questioning, perhaps overcoming grief or loss. You may be exploring different careers you can pursue, or areas of study. You got to take action despite your hesitance to new beginnings, and there will be a great need for discipline, learning new techniques, acquiring skills to master your area in interest. Most likely you will need to sacrifice your hedonist tendencies, maybe even a person that is unbelieving in you, and whatever else is holding you back. I'm hearing "necessary sacrifice". I'm getting the vibe that this could be a business, freelance work, maybe a very demanding job that you considered doing. Delve into uncharted territories and keep reconsidering your career path if you question it being right for you. Your strength relies greatly on your ability to start, now you just need to GO! GO!GO!

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Pile 3 ;

Cards : 10 of wands, Knight of Pentacles, The Star, Knight of Cups, Ace of Swords (rev)

"You are your biggest investment"

Focus on yourself more, man! It's likely that you're burdened with too many tasks and responsibilities, possibly some from a partnership? Get more in touch with your emotions, your relationships, with yourself, dammit!!! I'm getting massive workaholic vibes here, and that applies to all forms of labor btw! Give yourself a break, you deserve it so much. Neglect your logical, ultra-efficient side for now, because I guarantee that getting a break from your responsibilities (Maybe you are the breadwinner, caretaker, student, or an ambitious person trying to kickstart a business) will produce greater financial success/less financial burden. It's possible you're stressing too much about money, but to you, that stress is reasonable. Let go of the thoughts that limit you to your area of work, and start exploring more of your identity and emotions. You will be able to make a lot of progress with this balance. 💚

~~🍃 You reached the end of the reading, 'till next time!

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deathmetalangel · 2 years

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Hii! I’m literally carving smuts in these days, and I just finished Wednesday!!

I was thinking about a bsf to lovers, where reader and tyler have to hide from his dad because the reader is an outcast and they have to hide and sexual tension, or maybe the reader goes to the cafe during tyler’s night shift!!

Btw, have a good day xx

-anon 🍃

DO I MAKE YOU NERVOUS? (TYLER GALPIN X GN!READER)

warnings: sexual tension, age gaps (they're a ghost so), oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex, no implied afab or amab genitals for reader, creampie, l word, tyler almost transforming, mentions of death

tyler galpin has many secrets, his biggest isn’t the monster in his closet, it’s how stupid his closest ghost friend makes him

two requests in once since two people asked for tyler galpin smut teehee

A normie and an outcast? Who would've thought the two could even be friends. Especially between a lifeless ghost and and the son of the town Sheriff who was wary of the Nevermore students. Y/n was easily Nevermore's longest resident, but throughout their years at the academy they had never enjoyed their time quite like they did now.

That was thanks to Tyler Galpin. The 'human' boy had somehow charmed the young spirit. For a soul forced to damnation the current life they lived was surprisingly enjoyable. Even now, when they had to hide in Tyler's room whenever his dad barged in to speak with him about some random chore or another trivial topic.

Y/n waits until the coast is clear to appearate again. "Sorry about him, my dads just been on edge. With everything happening in town and all you know." Tyler apologizes for the constant intrusions.

"It's nothing really. I think of it as a way of practicing my spectral abilities more. So, thanks for the practice." Y/n smiles at the awkward boy. Of course they already knew his secrets, not that he was aware though. "So what movie were you going to show me?"

"Oh! Yeah, lemme grab it." Tyler rushes to his closet to find the dvd. Who still uses dvds? "I wanted you to watch American Psycho since you haven't seen it, which is still weird to me but whatever." Y/n watches him start up the movie while they float towards his bed and take a seat.

Tyler smiles and sits down next to y/n. While their eyes were fixated on the movie he kept glancing back at them, he was so desperate for their approval. Would they like the movie? Or think it was dumb? Think he was dumb? What if they hated him? His body tenses up when their hand lands next to his thigh.

It wasn't the temperature of their skin, it was how close they were to touching him. He glances back again, his eyes studying every feature on their face. It was almost impossible for him not too. Y/n seemed to notice the attention on them when they look back and see Tyler staring 'inconspicuously'. "You seen the movie too many times?"

Tyler's face turns red from being caught. "Uh, no I actually really like the movie. I just wanted to see if you were enjoying it." His lie was apparent, but y/n really didn't mind.

"Yeah I am. It's pretty good, although Im pretty impartial to 90s movies since, you know, that's when I died. The Craft was a good one." They smile at how nervous Tyler was getting. So, they slyly move their hand on top of his thigh. "What, you don't like that movie?"

He clears this throat awkwardly. "No no. I like that movie, a lot actually. It's really good."

"Are you just not feeling movies? We can do something else if you want, just say the word." He was freaking out at the implication. Were they just being a tease, or was y/n really implying something else.

Y/n smiles and slowly presses their body towards Tyler, like they were waiting for an answer. "We can do whatever you want to do, I have my xbox or-" His breath hitches when both of their hands are placed on his upper thighs. "Just pick," He mumbles trying and hoping that his blood doesn't all rush to his eager dick.

"That's all you want to do? Or I can suck your-" Tyler quickly covers their mouth when he hears loud footsteps coming upstairs. His heart was practically beating out of his chest until they faded away meaning his dad went back downstairs. "Oh yeah, I gotta be as quiet as a mouse." It was obvious y/n enjoyed teasing him.

Especially when they glanced down at the hard on that was prominently shown through his jeans. "What's the magic word Ty?"

"Please." He whispers partially out of breath from the tension he was experiencing. Y/n smiles while they promptly undo his belt and loosen his jeans. His dick was straining in his boxers, a sight to behold.

His breath catches in his throat when their hand begins to make contact with his aching cock. "You're quite a big boy aren't you?" He can't even respond when their chilled fingers rub against his tip that was exuding precum. "Ty, do I make you nervous?" He looks down at the ghost whose face was positioned right next to his dick.

"Very much so."

They just giggle. "Good." Y/n licks a stripe up against his shaft making him throw his head back. Their hand was fixed at the base of his dick while they gently kissed his tip. "I wanna know how you taste," He can feel himself being eveloped by their mouth. Tyler bites back the breathy moans that want to leave his lips. Their other hand gently grabs ahold of his balls making him almost audibly moan.

It was getting hard for him to hold back. Especially when he felt his dick start to reach into their throat. "Fuck..." He bites his tongue to no avail. Y/n let’s him go and smiles at his mewling beneath them.

“Shhh. We gotta be quiet. Besides, we haven’t even got to the best part.” His eyes widened when they pushed him back onto his mattress. “Plus, I wouldn’t be the one getting caught with my dick out.” They giggle before dropping their bottoms and sliding their legs out of their underwear.

Climbing up on the bed y/n was basically straddling Tyler. They slip two finger into their mouth before rubbing them around and into their opening. “You ready?” They could see just how eager he was. It was funny, Tyler was acting like a freshman that hadn’t even got their dick touched.

Y/n moves slow when they line themselves up, their heart almost beating in sync with his. Tyler grabs at his sheets when he feels his dick start to enter them. Curses string from his mouth while he tries to keep quiet. When he feels himself bottom out. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So I’ve been told.” Y/n begins to rock their hips steadily, while Tyler is desperate to pick up the pace. He bucks upwards when he feels their walls clench around him. They had his dick in a vice grip and he couldn’t he happier.

Y/n lays flat on Tyler’s chest burying their head into the crook of his neck. Their breath fans his face while they continue to move sensually. It was almost like something snapped in Tyler, y/n had expected it, but not this soon.

He can feel his resolve slipping when he grabs onto y/n’s hips. A quick yelp leaves them at the sudden touch. Tyler starts to rock their hips more, each thrust of his concerningly hardening cock sending their mind into overdrive. “Fuck Tyler, don’t stop. Please.” They grabbed onto his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh.

Y/n was seeing stars with the way Tyler was thrusting. Both of their bodies were on fire and the upcoming highs. And they can’t help but gasp feeling the growing claws start to scrape across their semi-translucent skin. They had never felt more alive. Well, they did before they died but yeah.

Tyler doesn’t quit, he keeps on bucking his hips and bringing their hips down to match his unrelenting pace. Desperate to reach his peak and bring them with him. Y/n wanted to scream at the pleasure that was building. Like a damn about to bust, they bite down on their lip trying to contain their excitement. “Tyler I’m gonna cum, please faster, faster.”

Like a good little Hyde his pace seemed almost superhuman now. Tyler fought back his near transformation when the tension in his body snapped. He slammed their hips down again causing the euphoria to take over like a tsunami.

Y/n covers their mouth while they cum around his throbbing dick. They squeeze him for all he’s worth before y/n completely goes limp in his arms. “Fuck,” They mumble almost incoherently at the orgasm. Tyler pants when he pulls out, cum spilling from their aching hole. They shiver at the loss.

Tyler rolls over and lays y/n down gently, any hint of his previous self washed away with his euphoric state. “Shit, I should’ve been more gentle. Just lay down. I’ll take care of you.” Y/n yawns softly before nodding. Curling into his warmth while he took care of the rest.

The most warmth they’d felt in a while, and it was about to be the best sleep in a while as well. Their post nut haze can’t even get them to here the words that leave his mouth next. “I think I love you.”

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tara-girl · 11 months

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Astrological Alchemy: The Planetary Puzzle of Superhuman Intelligence

The Answer is Ketu which is the most intelligent planet among all according as my studies.

Well, Shakuntala Devi was an Indian mental calculator and writer, popularly known as the "Human Computer". Her talent earned her a place in the 1982 edition of The Guinness Book of World Records. In her birth chart, Ketu is sitting with Mercury, Sun and Mars.

What is Ketu basically?

Ketu is past life.

Ketu is boredom.

Ketu is detachment.

Ketu is experience.

Ketu represents nothingness.

Ketu represents psychology.

Ketu can feel things without watching anything.

This means that when you have experienced the knowledge of any skill fully in your past life, you can do wonders in this life with the help of that knowledge.

Because nobody knows better than you in that field than you know it.Ketu also never runs behind anything that's why things come to a person easily with Ketu conjunctions or aspects.

How can we see what skills we have already experienced in our past life-

If Ketu sits or aspects Moon-These people have gone through lot of mental torture in past life. Now in present life, these people have learned to make their mind(Moon) stronger than anyone else.

If Ketu sits with or aspects Sun- In their previous life ,these people were trapped in such situations that they were not allowed to take a single decision regarding their life or other person's life. Due to taking away all their powers of authority in previous life, now in present life, these people finally realized to surrender to the superpower(universe) and understood the fact that no 🍃 leaf can move without the permission of Superpower(Universe). This let them win over their ego(Sun) and surrender to the God(universe).

If Ketu sits or aspect Mercury: In their previous life, these people used to memeorise knowledge in rote methodology and they connect with other peope with the help of physical technology (phone, computer , Other method of communication etc). In their present life,these people can connect to this dimension or other dimension by meditation or dreams, etc. Their understanding skills(Mercury) are more powerful than their rote memorization skills.

If Ketu sits with or aspect Venus-In their previous life, these people have conquered the beauty of this universe in form of making sexual relations and buying luxury things . Due to repercussions faced by hurting femine energy , now in their present life, they have realized the importance of living and embracing the beauty(Venus) rather than conquering it.

If Ketu sits with or aspect Mars- In their previous life, these people are extremly courageous and non-violent in nature. They have used enough of their physical powers on others and because of that they have to face the horrible troubles of violence. In the present life, these people have realized the power of courage with non-violence(Mars).

If Ketu sits with or aspect Jupiter- In their previous life, these people have done enough of rituals to praise their dieties that now realized the importance of simple devotion towards their God. In this life, these people live in devotion with the universe. They are spiritual and have won over true wisdom(Jupiter).

If Ketu sits with or aspect Saturn- In their previous life, these people went through tremendous amount of depression due to over controlling nature of others on them. In their present life, they have realized the importance of liberty and freedom of an individual. They make someone feel free to live. They have won over their controlling(Saturn) nature towards others. They have learned to control their expectations from others.

Note- When Ketu conjunct or aspect any planet, it shows that either these people have suffered in past life related to that planet or will suffer in first half of this life just to make them realize the true nature of the planet.

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ruan-mei-official · 7 months

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“So, uh..random question, who’s like the best person you’ve met so far?” (According to you) (Question is for both muse and mun) @galacticbaseballbatter

It was a wondrous experience to meet Herta. Even among Geniuses, the intricacies of her mind still astound me, and there is much to respect in regards to our collaboration.

But... in my visit to the Space Station, I was able to make acquaintance with you as well as other members of the Astral Express crew. Absolute gems, you are.

You in particular, Trailblazer. Your chemical construct intrigues me... how peculiar, a mortal body intertwined with a Stellaron. I'd love to begin some studies sometime, if you'd let me.

#research case 📁#a study of life 🍃#honkai star rail #hsr #ruan mei #hsr rp #honkai star rail rp #hsr ruan mei #ruan mei hsr #ruan mei honkai star rail #stelle honkai star rail #stelle hsr

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jb2856 · 1 year

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Yours, Forever.

Din Djarin x afab! Reader

Ok this was a birth child of me taking an edible and writing some random shit down. I’m supposed to be sleeping instead bc I work early the next morning. But instead I wrote this in one take, edited a single time. Allll while🍃. Somehow I hope someone enjoys ✌🏻

Use of you/you’re , descriptions of fem body for Reader, use of Y/N. No other descriptors for reader

18+ please noooo minorsssss, m&f sex, no condom(please be responsible peopleeeee), fluffffyish, loooooveee, internalized thoughts, “this is the way” ifykwim *wink wink

You shiver as his hands caress and worship your body, you bite your plump lower lip, your eyes gazing down at your lover. Your Lover.

That’s what he is now.

Would you be more…could you be?

You know of a custom within Dins specific covert, he had explained it to you once. This custom is that when you commit to someone for life, that and only then, is when you remove your helmet in front of someone. Any other occasion would mean you are Mandalorian no longer.

You only dream of it every night, as you sleep in his bed. You had both been through so much, you’d bonded immensely through the efforts…the fights. You can’t imagine not having him in your life….moving forward. You see nothing clearly without him. And you anchor Din.

One of his large hands slithers up your middle, starting from your navel, brushing past your ribs and catching at the smooth rounded peak of your right breast. His clever fingers, deliciously constricting your sensitive nipple.

You gasp out quietly, “Din.” Your hands come to rest over his head, sighing quickly out of frustration. Wanting nothing more than to run your hands through his hair, instead you get cold, uninviting Beskar.

What it’s like to not feel him. It’s torture.

You hear his raspy chuckle through his helm, your eyes quickly flit to when his would be, “it’s not funny.” You say rather petulantly. His ungloved hand removes itself from your tit, the cold of the beskar fating as his head lifts as he straightens his muscled back. He’s on his knees now, towering above you practically naked. Only clad in his tight, tented boxer briefs and his helmet. You’re resting on your ass, knees slightly bent from where you both had previously been, hands splayed behind you. His hands are just…dangling at his sides, he’s studying you.

“I’m sorry Mesh’la,” he whispers as his hands come up to cradle your cheeks. “I know you want to touch.” You nod, eyes darting away and slowly returning. Giving him a small compassionate smile, you nod slightly once more, understanding.

He wants you to touch him and see him, just as much as you want to.

He gently nudged you back, your back meeting the soft sheets below you. His hand resumes its exploration, this time lowering a path from your stiff peak down to your navel. Your breaths labor as his thick fingers slowly trail from the cleft of your wet heat down to your soaked hole, he pushes his finger slowly in, teasing. “Fuck.” You gasp, “More.”

Slowly he pleasures you, never quite letting you reach your high. Frustrated still you reach your smaller hand toward his hard length confined in his underclothes. That has him grunting, urging you on. His hips shifting slightly, in tandem with your movements. You want him so bad. And not just in this moment, you want him forever. You can’t fathom the thought of him with another being. He was yours, forever. You were his, forever.

Din grabs himself in hand, stroking. He leans forward, placing the head of his cock at your weeping entrance, sliding through your folds and spreading your slick arousal. Your eyes gaze at the T of his visor, you know he’s gazing back. Slowly he pushes in, your jaw dropping in a silent moan. It’s always breathtaking when he enters at first, never quite used to his size.

“Y/n.” He sputters, as he sinks to the hilt. He spends a second inside you before he moves, both of your chests heaving from anticipation. Something feels different. You reach a hand up and splay it on his chest, over his heart. He lowers his head and your foreheads meet softly in a keldabe kiss. He’s hesitating.

“It’s okay Din.” His head shakes against yours, it’s minutes before he moves.

“I want to show you.” Your eyes widen, and you pull away slightly to look at him more fully. He wants to…show you? His face?

“Din…” Speechless, you watch as he grabs your hands in his, placing them on the side of his helmet. “I…are you sure?” Your eyes are full of awe, but a simmering concern for him, for his creed creeps in. You know what it means to him. What it would technically mean for …you. Marriage. You’ve never directly discussed it, you’d both ignored the feelings for so long you never thought…

“I am.” He says calmly. He shifts out of you once, and thrusts back in deeply, making you gasp audibly. He begins a steady pace while moving your hands around the helmet slowly up. First you see his strong chin, sparse stubble covered his jaw, a patch of bare skin you want to place a kiss at. Then his plump lips, so soft and kissable. His mustache appears, then his strong nose, and his eyes. Brown. Deep, inviting. Beautiful. Lastly his mop of dark brown hair is free, unruly curls lick his sweaty forehead.

You throw his helmet to the side, unceremoniously.

Tears spring to your eyes, you lips start to wobble. “Oh Din.” You sigh lovingly. “I love you so much.” A tear escapes, tracking down your face. “You’re everything I imagined, and more.”

His own eyes, softly, lovingly, look back into yours. His own tears escaping. “Y/n.” Still inside you, he shifts again thrusting into you deeply. You both moan out. Din leans down capturing your lips in his, chaste at first, deepening as his thrusts pick up pace, tongue melding.

You’d never thought you would ever have this. This has to be a dream.

You become aware of your hands, moving up his back. Your fingers finally, threading through his curls. You tug as he continues to fuck you deeply. He emits a guttural moan, running deeply through his chest.

Suddenly rising on his knees, taking the back of your knees in his palms, he’s bending you forward. His thrusts get deeper, and he’s hitting a spot deep inside you you’d never felt before. It isn’t long before you are crying out in bliss, lips wide, a whining moan escaping your throat. “Din!”

“Fuck.” He grunts, “You’re squeezing me so tight cyar’ika.” He’s panting, holding himself back from overstimulating you.

Your gasping breaths prevent you from speaking, but you manage a raspy, “it’s okay, fuck me Din.” Your hands are scraping against his strong back and shoulders.

His lungs collapse with a breath he had been holding back, he leans down quickly kissing you deeply. His hands slowly drag back down your leg and he’s shifting your postion.

“Hands and knees,” he mutters.

From this angle he’s hitting so deep you feel it in your stomach, your hands are backed in front of you as his hips smack yours from behind. Your back is arching in pleasure.

“Oh fuck…” you whimper.

His breath is quickening, his deep but quiet moans escaping frequently. “M’close.” You hear from behind you.

You start grinding into his thrusts, squeezing him tightly. His big hand cups you between your thighs, and he brings you to your second high. That has Din’s hips stuttering, grinding deep as he comes. You moan at the feeling of his warmth spreading inside your walls.

He leans forward, laying some of his weight atop you, your body having collapsed in his decent. He rests his sweaty forehead against your back, between your shoulder blades. You’re both panting, sweaty, and sated. Basking in your feelings.

Love is a powerful thing, and you’re glad to have this man to wield yours.

“I love you.” You whisper, exhausted. Your eyes are a losing battle to stay open.

“I love you…eternally.” He whispers on your ear after shifting you to your side and covering your back. “Sleep now….ner riduur.”

The last thing you remember thinking, with a tired smile, before shifting off into a deep sleep is….Wife.

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Ok goodnight 😴

Whether you liked it or not, go ahead and give me some feedback, if y’a want. It would be much appreciated! Constructive criticism is great! 🫣

Give me a reblog pretty please if you DO like it. 🥹

#din djarin x female reader #din djarin x you #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x y/n #din djarin x reader #star wars #pedro pascal

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acefaun · 1 year

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Please post the story as soon as you can ❣🥺

Love you ❄

Legolas~ Imaginary Friend

Synopsis: Legolas has a lonesome childhood and wishes on a star for a friend… He doesn’t expect an invisible friend to come out of his innocent wish.

🍃Masterlist🍃 Gender-Neutral MC!

A/n: A short and sweet fic I thought of after a few Legolas fics I’ve read shortly after my first time watching Lord of the Rings. Does it make sense? Probably not. But cute things don’t need to make sense. 😚 I wuv you guys tooooooo!! 💖✨

–Word Count: 1,781–

The stars glimmered beyond the canopy of branches and leaves, blessing the lands below with their ethereal light. It should have been too late at night for many to be up and about, but he was. Sitting upon those branches… was a young elven boy named Legolas.

Legolas had been lonely since his mother’s passing. It had been some time since then, and he found companionship with the trees and the billions of stars that illuminated his world. His lifestyle was unique, with his royal status and his time being occupied by studies and training, he didn’t have many friends to soothe his loneliness. So, he had nothing else to do besides perfect his craft and… gaze at the stars above, wishing for someone to take away the empty feeling that had been amassing in his chest.

“I wish… someone could be my real friend…” He sighed, laying back against the branch he was on. Shutting his eyes, he couldn’t help but lament the surrounding silence.

He inhaled the cool, twilight air. He was going to regret not sleeping while he was supposed to. Well, at the very least, the rustling of the leaves and the feeling of the wind brushing across his skin was comforting.

Well… he thought so until his peaceful moment was interrupted by an aggressive rustle of branches. Quickly, sitting up, a figure landed on the branch in front of him, making him flinch back with a startled yelp. “Wha- Who… Who are you?!” His eyes were wide as he scanned the figure. Last he checked, humans couldn’t fly, so they most certainly couldn’t randomly fall out of the sky like a wingless bird.

You only seemed to gaze at him with the utmost curiosity before a grin crossed your face. As if it were supposed to be obvious, you asked, “You don’t know me? My name is (Name). I heard when you wished on my star and I’m here to be your friend!”

The entire situation was too ironic, the timing was too well-placed for you to be serious. Besides… you looked like a human. Still… you did just fall out of the sky like a shooting star would… Humming, he uncertainly asked, “So you’re… a star?”

“Hah,” You laughed, though it wasn’t a mean laugh. You were just amused that he confused you for the star you ruled. “No, silly,” you corrected. “I’m a friend.”

He was wary of you at first, but it was clear that you were being honest. After all, you were a phenomenon in his life. You came down to Middle-Earth with the sole intention of being his best friend. The only peculiarity that came with this particular friendship… was that you were invisible to everyone besides Legolas. However, you were very real in the sense that Legolas still had to make sure you were properly fed and watered like an actual living being.

You being invisible didn’t help him when he got caught so many times stealing food for you. And while his father was suspicious of his behavior, his accusations were misplaced when he would approach his son. “Were you feeding the animals again? Legolas, I told you not to do that.”

Of course, Legolas wasn’t about to correct him, getting away with his little crime time and time again as his reasoning was always the same, “It’s not for the animals. It’s for (Name), my friend.” This ‘game,’ as the other elves called it, only lasted until you were both older and there were easier methods of getting food for you. After all, Legolas could only claim you as his best friend for so long. Having an ‘invisible friend’ was unbefitting of a crowned prince of Mirkwood.

Living in Middle-Earth was quite the experience for an invisible being from the stars such as yourself. You thought it was especially strange how you couldn’t attain the same physical attributes as the beautiful elves around you. You were supposed to be a wish granting entity… though… maybe this was what Legolas inwardly wished for. It wasn’t like he wasn’t always assuring you that your appearance was perfect and that you didn’t need to look like the other elves.

You were there to be Legolas’ best friend, but truth be told, you were growing attached to the young elf yourself. Spending centuries with only one person who could see you would clearly give you enough time to develop vigorous feelings of loyalty.

As the loyal best friend that you were, you understood that Legolas couldn’t always spend time with you. There were times when he needed time to himself so he could focus on his studies and royal duties. The other elves knew what Legolas needed much more than you did, after all. You were only there as an emotional support star-spirit and you would fulfill your role as you were intended to.

However, that didn’t mean a mystical being couldn’t grow bored as well. While Legolas was busy, you tended to wander about Mirkwood, having nothing better to do than serve your curiosity and admire the Kingdom’s beauty. Despite having been with Legolas for thousands of years now, Middle Earth never lessened in beauty, especially the forest.

Things ran a constant schedule with Legolas and you fell into your own personal schedule. Well… such a schedule could easily be disrupted… when a non-elven being like yourself wasn’t invisible.

“Hey, human! Stop right there!”

Startled out of your mind, you nearly failed to respond in time, defending yourself at the last minute with the announcement that you just so happened to be Legolas’ best friend! How unfortunate for you that everyone knew the young prince didn’t have any such friends—sans his imaginary one that he stopped claiming he had many centuries ago.

Now, as you ran, doing your best to escape the intimidating elves, you regretted listening to Legolas’ praise that you were a perfect little non-elf. While it was unexpected for you to suddenly be visible, he should have known better than to think a human was a good choice of species for an elven prince to hang around with.

Despite your desperate attempts at evading capture and even finding a few excellent hiding places—in your opinion—you were finally caught and forcibly dragged before their even more intimidating King, Thranduil. You’d seen him in person many many times, but he’d never laid his intimidating eyes on you like this. “What… is a human… doing in Mirkwood?”

“You misunderstand…” You tried to explain yourself once again, with an unconvincingly confident grin. “Legolas brought me here. I’m his best friend; if I could just see him-”

“That would be Prince Legolas to human scum as low as you,” he hissed, waving his hand for them to take you directly to the dungeon. “I have little time to deal with this inconvenience right now.” He clearly didn’t want to hear anymore nonsense from you or anyone else.

At the very least, in the dungeon you wouldn’t be glared at like a disgusting bug they found at the bottom of their boot. Non-elves were really degraded around here…

As depressed as being discarded made you feel, you had no choice but to sulk in the dark cell until someone came to save you. They were all elves with long lifespans, but did they know that even if they left you in there for a hundred years… you were still going to be there? You wondered… but you knew Legolas would eventually find you, even if no one else returned for you.

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“(Name)!” His voice rang out like the angelic savior he was. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Your eyes widened in surprise, however, that he was making light of the situation. He waltzed up to the door of the cell, peering in on you with amused eyes. “How did you manage to get yourself locked in there?”

It was clear no one had mentioned the situation of a human claiming to be his friend. “Legolas…” you paused, trying to explain it slowly, “Your father put me in here. They can see me now, and… they don’t like that I look like a human.”

Legolas’ eyes widened, matching the way your expression was when he first found you. But, after a silent moment, he tried to brush it off with a light laugh. “You’re joking. You’re just making an excuse so it doesn’t look like you accidentally locked yourself in a cell, silly little star-spirit.”

As much of a saving grace as that would be, you’d have rather accidentally locked yourself in the cell than be in this scary position. Life was easier when you were invisible, if you were being honest. Quietly, you argued, “But I’m not…”

“Prince Legolas, the King wishes to see you at once.”

The guard that suddenly called for Legolas, looked between you and the elven prince, which made Legolas understand you were being fully honest with your words. You really were locked in the dungeon under his father’s orders. Offended that such a thing happened to his best friend, he snapped, “What is this? Let them out.”

“My prince,” the guard stuttered, “The King does not allow-”

Legolas interrupted the guard’s argument, snatching the keys from his belt. The elf guard stood frozen, unable to argue or fight against Legolas. After all, it wasn’t like the King wouldn’t address this sooner or later.

Freeing you from your prison, Legolas no later shoved the key’s back into the flabbergasted guard’s hands. Taking your hand, Legolas offered you the most beautiful smile you think you’ve ever seen on him. “Come, (Name). I think it’s time to introduce you properly.” Oh… Now you understood. Before… others couldn’t see you because Legolas wished it. He wanted you unseen… because if others could not see you then you couldn’t be taken away from him, could you? But now… he wasn’t afraid of you leaving him. More importantly… he wanted others to know that you were there, and that you were with him. Not for the first time, your cheeks flushed with heat as you smiled at your elven prince, proud to be at his side as, not a human, but as his star-spirit.

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