#all worth it though for the love of my life

[dumbopinions]

This is probably right but also, what if we get another incident where like all of Iceland found out that the book they thought was Dracula for like 100 years was actually just something a guy made up and published as Dracula? I mean, I’m not saying that an AI mistranslating it for a bunch of people would be funny, except actually no, if I got to meet that person and discuss the book and make conversation with them casually about it and then go back and check my copy to ensure I wasn’t insane…. Ok, I see how no one figured it out for a hundred years. But it does still feel like there’s a joke in there.

And in total fairness, that is also the first way I encountered lots of stories, as a summarized version. I was reading Shakespeare in 3rd grade, and part of that was because in 2nd grade, a librarian had found a book of the general stories for me to read. And I ended up reading a lot of sci-fi because my mom had given me a bunch of old comics based on sci-fi stories. None were good translations or adaptations. But I liked them enough to read a bunch of related things and eventually read the real thing. That wouldn’t be how I approach reading a book today, because I gobble them up like candy. Though it might be worth it for someone the classics I’ve tossed aside as not for me, simply because I don’t appreciate the writing style. It’s possible if I had a better idea of what it was building to, I’d be less impatient.

I’ve been considering this with a book I simply cannot either read or listen to (I’ve been trying for a year and a half for a friend who really loves it). I’ve repeatedly cut it off at the same point, with the sense that I’d rather kill myself than try to finish. I cannot, cannot, get over the amount of description that is utterly insipid. It makes me want to claw my eyes out. Or ears out (an audio book attempt). I would also pay someone else to simply tell me all the important bits, but I don’t know anyone else who gets past 10 pages. There must be something in it but for the life of me, I don’t know what.

what is HAPPENING

[venusbyline]

Continuing on that competence kink I was mentioning on my blog, it's my personal headcanon that Aemond would get so hot watching his partner be physically violent. Hurting someone, or torturing someone, committing war crimes... (I mean, the way he looks at Daemon after he's murdered Vaemond- HELLO THAT MAN GETS OFF ON VIOLENCE AND BLOOD)

tbh I never knew about competence kink until that post of yours, but when I saw it... everything makes sense 🤭🤭 I wanna join him in his freakiness

btw, I wrote this two days ago but I forgot to post it 😭😭

⚠️: SMUT & DARK CONTENT. female!reader, dom!Aemond Targaryen, Targcest (twin brother/twin sister), competence kink, blood kink, blood licking, missionary position, non-graphic violence, implied Alys Rivers.

— high valyrian words used: Idaña (twin), Issa (yes).

There had always been something wrong with both of you.

Aemond noticed this when you were still children. He knew how angry you got when his bastard nephews teased him along with Aegon, he saw how you glared at Lucerys when the little boy gouged out one of your twin brother's eyes, just as he heard you mutter something about Rhaenyra deserving that scar on her arm after all that fight at Driftmark.

Your violent thoughts were just thoughts back then, but Aemond was not stupid. Despite trying to be a kind loving child, over time Aemond came to understand a little better what you felt.

He always liked your way of being, though. Sometimes he had lectured you if you expressed it around someone you should not, especially someone as prude as your mother. However, deep down Aemond liked to hear everything you had to say.

Alicent was furious when Aemond was younger and he went to talk to her about letting you start training with him and Ser Criston, after Aegon stopped being interested about swords. For the Queen, it was absurd for a girl to want to practice something like that, you were born to marry some lord and carry children, making more necessary alliances for the Greens when the right time came. After so much insistence from Aemond and even Ser Criston, who promised to your mother that no one but them would know that you were doing such a masculine activity, Alicent finally gave up on putting some sense into your mind.

Now, a few years later, you had proven a great worth to Aemond when you marched with him and Criston Cole to Harrenhal. Your dragon might be smaller than Vhagar, but you were willing to do anything he ordered during that war. After all, the two of you were twins and freak like each other.

Aemond felt horny watching you slit the throats of the men of the castle, your frustration at Simon Strong’s loyalty to the Blacks matching your twin's anger at the situation. The two of you were covered in blood as he sipped some wine with Ser Criston, because of Aemond's refusal to order the random woman with long black hair — the one whose life he spared, so he could keep as a servant — to draw you a bath yet...

Aemond wanted to see you like this for a little longer… Your silver hair was drenched in red drops, both a scarlet shade and a darker shade. You had killed so many people that the stains were a mess caused by other people's arterial and venous blood.

Ever since the entire family witnessed Daemon kill Vaemond Velaryon in front of everyone, the Prince Regent had been jerking off picturing what it would be like to see you committing all sorts of atrocities possible.

"Cole, leave me and my sister alone now." He ordered the knight, who nodded and left, taking the brunette servant with him.

"Feeling good, idaña?" Aemond teased, staring at you moaned with each deep thrust, the sounds of slapping skins echoing through the dark room.

You nodded, biting your lower lip at the feeling of your brother's cock sliding in and out of your warm cunt. He had already deflowered you many years ago, but nothing like that night. Aemond had never been so aroused and you had never been so tight before. "Mmm, issa..."

"Issa?" A low, husky chuckle rumbled from his chest, mocking your whining tone before he leaned down to nibble your neck, licking at the blood that dried there, the metallic, bitter taste making him growl and speed up the thrusts pace further. "Fuck... Your little cunt feels so fucking tight right now, sister. Such a freak thing, are not you? Just like me."

There was no need for a verbal response, though. Aemond had always known the truth. You were the only girl who matched the freak inside him.

[wemalyri]

what are enhypen members like in a relationship? jay ver.

pairing: idols!enhypen × fem!reader

w/c: 2,1k

warnings: relationship development, kisses, physical touch, smut under cut

a/n: if you liked it, likes and reposts are welcomed. //posting this while you're waiting for diet pepsi release (I'll post it in a few days I'm sorry yall). also jay is bias wrecking me tbh...

heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo jungwon niki

! remember that it's just my vision! we don't know the truth and you may not agree with me

the first meeting

Well.

I honestly feel like Jay has high standards for his woman. He respects every single one, but it’s difficult for him to find the right one. He knows his own worth and wants to find a soulmate, a partner for a life, not someone who he’s not sure of. Jay takes it really seriously and a bit too much romantically (sees romantic relationships through pink-colored glasses due to his lack of experience). I’m not saying he doesn’t know about the difficulties and responsibilities that relationships come with, but he may underestimate it because he doesn’t know how everything happens in real life. So it’s really important for him to find someone as romantic as him.

When he meets you, it’s almost obvious. Jay’s fascinated. Like really. You’re calm, collected, kind. For me, he’s one of the few enhypen members who can actually fall at the first sight. Of course, it’s not love yet, but Jay may already be thinking what ring would suit your finger the best. 

When he meets you, he’s acting like a gentleman (not like he usually doesn’t though). He pulls out a chair for you, holds the door for you, watches you through the entire evening. A little reminder — you just met. I feel like he can get carried away with his dreams, letting his romantic side take control over him.

When the evening in the company of you is almost over, Jay watches you checking your phone. Other friends, who were sitting at your table, start gathering their things. It’s time to leave. Yet, he can’t take his eyes off you, nervously thinking of what to do. Is asking for the number too cliche? What if you say no?

You catch him staring at you and look at him back. He gulps and nervously asks, “Do you have Instagram?”

You smile to yourself at his words, finding him cute, and give Jay your account. He’s the happiest alive.

friendship

It’s the only member I don’t feel like writing a friendship stage for. He’s already head over heels with you, what friendship are we talking about?..

Yet, I can say that he asks you out the same evening he meets you. Jay makes sure you don’t have anyone and starts his plan. I also can say that even though he liked you at the first sight, he won’t rush with things, wanting to make sure you’re the one. He would invite you to different places, watching how you react to certain things and listening to your stories about yourself. He laughs, worries, smiles with you. When you encourage him to talk about himself, he feels loved and heard. The way you listen to his stories from the past, paying attention to details, sometimes asking about his feelings, makes Jay melt inside. When you tap his back in reassurance, he slightly blushes, feeling flustered. 

After a while, he knows everything about you. Full names of your parents, your hometown, names of your favorite plushies from childhood, who was your best friend in the primary school, why you were scared to sleep in the dark, who broke your heart on the prom of high school, why you broke up with your ex in college and why he was an asshole. Jay makes sure to remember every single word you say and the way he succeeds in it causes your heart to beat faster.

his confession

When Jay ensures you're the one, he wants to confess to you in the most romantic way. He doesn't care how much time or money he has to spend to make his confession to you perfect — Jay's ready to spend it all just to make you happy.

However, choosing a perfect way to confess is harder than he thought. Restaurants are already common for you two, late night walks are too simple. Finally, Jay decides on the restaurant with a terrace, where you can see the night sky.

After dinner, he clears his throat to start his speech.  “Y/n, I need to tell you something that you already might know,” Jay started looking at his trembling fingers on the table.  “It was difficult to choose this place. Even though it took me a long time to find it, I still don’t feel that it’s enough for you. I want to give you more. If you asked me to, I would try to find a way to give you this sky,” he chuckled, looking at the stars, “Just for you.” Your heart melted at his words, but you didn’t interrupt him. “You’re really important to me. And I hope you feel the same way,” he took a deep breath before saying, “I like you. A lot.” The smile on your face and a warm, whispered answer made Jay awkwardly chuckle. He felt relieved. “Can I?..” he asked, reaching for your hands on the table. As you gave him a nod, he held your hands, caressing their soft skin. 

relationship

I’m going to say the most obvious thing again, but he’s a gentleman. Everything that he did while not dating you multiplies by ten, when he’s finally your boyfriend. Flowers, gifts, acts of service, his full attention — all of that now belongs to you. However, at the first time of the relationship Jay can be awkward. You make him feel things he never experienced before. He smiles at the smallest things, his world becomes brighter. Everyone around him notices it. He’s not so gloomy in the mornings, and doesn't get annoyed as easily as he used to. He’s more patient with everyone, which makes others question his behaviour. Jay reminds himself everyday to do his best with you. You're the person he wants to stick with for a long time and he wouldn’t forgive himself if messed up. 

His love for you is luxurious. Not because Jay takes you to expensive places, not because he doesn’t care about prices of the presents he gives you. It’s all about the way he feels with you. Jay’s expression of love is romantic, he takes time with you, enjoying every single moment and making sure you’re enjoying it the same way. His confidence boosts when you listen to him, pay attention to his feelings. It’s really important for him — to be heard. Jay wants to be the first person you’d come to after something happens — bad or good. He wants to be your first place the way you are for him.

After some time, Jay gets used to you by his side. He still treats you the same way, but now your presence in his life feels more comfortable. He doesn’t get overwhelmed easily anymore, yet your smile makes him feel like he’s in the right place. 

Another obvious thing — he’s husband material. He’s a grown man — not the one who yaps about it, but the one who shows it through actions. He’s mature. Yet, he loves when you let him be childish sometimes. He’s responsible. Yet, he feels wanted and loved when you suggest cooking for him, taking care of him without a reason. Just because. Just because you want him to feel safe and loved with you.

When the relationship develops, Jay learns a lot of things about himself and relationships. He finds out that sometimes it can be even more difficult than he thought. But he’s ready to overcome those things for you, for both of you. 

I can also imagine him introducing you to his parents… (I’m sobbing rn) When Jay finds out you have to spend winter holidays alone, he immediately invites you to his house. His parents greet you warmly and at this moment when you’re surrounded by love and affection from him and his family, you feel like you’re finally home.

first kiss

The type to prepare in advance. Yet, he’s nervous as fuck. 

Jay makes sure to be attractive enough for you — brush his teeth, use a lipbalm, stare at you for the whole date (not like he doesn’t do it all of the time). He wants it to be romantic, memorable, perfect. He wants you to feel comfortable, wants to make you feel loved and cared about. 

Jay invited you to the restaurant where he confessed to you months ago. The night sky was covered in stars, the moon illuminating everyone and everything. As you were admiring the view, leaning on the railing, Jay was admiring you. “So pretty…” you mumbled, not looking away from the sky. “It is,” Jay answered and you turned to him with a small smile, finding him looking at you instead of the night city. Your cheeks went slightly red, but you prayed it would go unnoticed in the darkness of the night.  Jay brushed away a strand of your hair. The tension between you was evident, making you feel a bit heated. Jay leaned closer to you, stopping to give you a chance to pull away, his presence intoxicating, yet not forceful. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he breathed out heavily, “Can I?..” you nodded and he slowly leaned closer, softly pressing your lips together. So there were — only two of you and your flushed cheeks hidden in the darkness of the night. 

18+ UNDER CUT

first time

The type to plan it, but not forcefully. It’s like he can feel something’s coming by the way your lips press to his each time longer when you say bye after your date, or by the way you look at each other in silence, tension evident in the air. You’re both careful, communicating without words, yet both of you know what’s coming. That’s why Jay bought condoms and started carrying them around every time you go on a date, that’s why he started telling members that there is a possibility he won’t be back to the dorm tonight. Just… in advance.

When it finally happens, it’s so natural and expected that you don’t even talk about it first. You just make out, slowly like you have all the time in the world, but emotionally, putting your feelings to each other in the kiss.

Wet sounds of the kisses feel your apartment even before you make yourself close the door behind you. Jay presses you to the nearest door — not roughly, carefully. His hand flies to your hair, making sure to hold you close, another one settles on your waist. You hold onto his shoulders, making his stomach flip.  “You should tell members you won’t come back to the dorm today,” you whisper when Jay pulls away to take a breath.  “No need,” he hungrily presses his lips to yours again, “they already know.” You pull away with widened eyes, “Did you plan this?” “No,” Jay chuckles, looking into your eyes, “Just was waiting.”

I feel like Jay is the type to control himself during sex. He mostly focuses on your needs, forgetting about his own even when his hard cock clings to his pants.

His lips traveled down your neck to the collarbone, exploring your soft skin and making you arch your back already. “Gosh, you’re so responsive,” Jay whispers when his mouth is already on your tits. You feel his hardness pressing to your thigh and you make an attempt to tell him about that. “Jay, you-” he interrupts, spreading your legs, clearly understanding that he was already leaking.  “Don’t worry about me. Forget it,” his lips suck on your skin making you gasp for air, “Just let me make you feel good. Focus on yourself.”

When Jay slides inside he’s really careful. He goes slowly even though it’s hard and the way you clench around his dick only makes him more sensitive. 

“Shit, sweetheart,” Jay groans, throwing his head back (did you see that one clip btw—) His dick deliciously hits your G-spot and you whine at the feeling.  “You’re so tight…” Jay groans again, leaning closer to your ear. It makes you even more aroused and your legs wrap around his waist. He needs some good luck. After all, he’s just a down bad man…

+bonus

When you get used to each other, Jay still makes sure to please you in all the ways possible. Sex for him is a chance to express his dedication to you (most of the time), so he’s careful with it. The only thing he wants from you is to be honest with him and open about your needs. You want him to be rougher? He’ll do it. You want to add some spice? He’s up for it. You want to recreate your wet dream? He’s already there. 

He’s that type of man who knows he’s a pleaser for his woman and he’s proud of it. He doesn’t get shy about it as long as he knows you have everything you wish for. 

(you can tell how much jay bias wrecked me by the w/c to the fic (just look at other members' w/cs...))

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for belconna behind the cut, who asked for Billy/Damian fluff and is getting “Damian gets a Pocket”. The fluffy aspects admittedly got a bit less focused on than I intended them to, but in my defense, we're dealing with a displaced ten year-old with extremely skewed perceptions who knows how to do a murder but does not know how to admit to having a single human weakness. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Love love, love love,” Beloved sing-songs contentedly as he slings his new and newly-packed bag onto his back and the eraser bag over his shoulder and secures them both. Damian is–surprised, somewhat, that Beloved has not abandoned such an unworthy offering as the eraser bag now that he has been provided a clearly more suitable option for his purposes. 

Beloved’s mere existence is already surprising, though, so Damian supposes such peculiar choices are to be expected from him. Admittedly far less peculiar than Beloved attempting to ensure that Damian has eaten instead of being concerned with securing his own sustenance, but peculiar all the same. 

Beloved’s point of origin would likely find him peculiar too, he supposes. Most people seem to, since his arrival in Gotham. It seems . . . unavoidable, here. 

Damian finds many things about Gotham very tiring, though he is aware that he is expected to perform to expectation despite that fact. To improve himself to Father’s standards and surpass expectation, because, of course, how could he be the Heir to the Bat if he did not? 

He is no longer with the League, but he is well-aware that Father holds himself to even higher standards than theirs, and ones that seem senseless and difficult and that Damian has yet to deduce the purposes behind. 

Father does not kill his opponents; Father insists that they all waste Pennyworth’s time. Father complicates simple matters, and simplifies the complicated. A foe is not to be slain even in open combat, nor even particularly maimed if at all avoidable. “Manners” are performative distractions, and blending into civilian life is mandatory. 

Damian finds it all very tiring, though making such comments is unappreciated, he has learned. Which is understandable, of course. Father expects better of him. 

It remains–frustrating, all the same, when Drake and Brown and everyone else under Father’s mantle can make such statements without reprimand, and often even with approval. But Damian is Father’s blood son and one day will bear his mantle, so he understands that he must meet higher standards to perform to Father’s expectations. It is only logical that he must, in fact. 

Though it is frustrating that when Brown cuts short a training program or sparring match and announces her exhaustion to Father’s face, he allows and even instructs her to step back and recover her energy, even if she is still perfectly capable of standing and holding a weapon, but if Damian informs anyone that he finds anything about the process of acclimating to Father’s endless list of illogical rules tiring, the response is always negative–short or irritable or outright hostile, as opposed to the neutral acceptance that Drake receives whenever informing Father that he is tired. 

But he is the blood son, Damian reminds himself, so it is natural–and perfectly reasonable–that Father should expect more from him than Brown or Drake or any other ally to his cause. As he well should, in fact. It is preferable that Father does not consider him to be weak or incompetent. That Father considers him capable of meeting his expectations; his standards. 

Even if it is–tiring, as well. 

Damian will meet Father’s expectations, of course–meet Father’s standards–and will prove that he is worthy of such expectations, and then Father will acknowledge his worth as his heir, and will trust him as his heir, and then all of Damian’s efforts will prove worthwhile. Father will not doubt him, after that; will accept his opinions as worthy of consideration and will not feel the need to doubt his loyalty or compare reports of how he allocates his time when outside of the manor. 

So . . . not, Beloved will not last, and neither will whatever Pocket came from Damian himself. Such a distraction from Father’s mission would not be worthwhile, in Father’s eyes. Not be acceptable, in Father’s eyes. 

Certainly not for the heir to his mantle, at least. 

Upon arrival to the manor, Damian stows his purchases for Beloved in his school bag and sets Beloved himself upon his shoulder where the strap lays, then heads inside while Pennyworth returns the towncar to the garage. Beloved buttons the coat’s shoulder strap across his lap in a manner akin to a seatbelt and settles in with his bags, his hands hooked over the edge of the strap as if expecting potential–turbulence, for lack of a more suitable term. Damian appreciates the obvious instinct of preparation on Beloved’s part, given how frequently “turbulence” has been a concern in his life. It will certainly prove useful on patrol, he reflects as he crosses the threshold into the manor, and he has in fact already sketched out several potential plans for arranging something more secure to actually– 

Beloved freezes on his shoulder, then very suddenly throws himself and his bags into the collar of his coat and hides against the back of his neck. Damian–frowns, briefly. Beloved’s instinct to conceal himself is another instinct that he approves of, but he is uncertain as to why Beloved just did so that quickly. The previous occasions he has concealed himself upon, he was much less rushed. So why . . . ? 

“Welcome home, Damian,” Father says, and Damian is immediately mortified to realize he was distracted enough by Beloved’s behavior to not notice Father approaching the foyer from the stairs. He locks his spine in perfect posture and represses any physical reaction to that sense of mortification, because he is certain Father already knows he has caught him unawares, and equally certain that the only worse thing would be to attempt to excuse being caught unaware, even by the Batman. Father is going to no more effort to conceal or quiet himself than he typically does inside the manor, and Damian knows better than to allow himself such distractions. 

Any distractions, but especially the distraction of a soulmate. 

“Thank you, Father,” Damian says, because he has been informed that is the appropriate response to such greetings. He supposes it makes sense, to continually thank Father for his hospitality. He is well-aware that Father has many potential heirs, and he is the youngest and least physically mature of those, and also the one that Father has spent the least time personally training. 

And Father did not give him Robin to begin with: Grayson did, in his absence. Because in Father’s absence, Grayson had inherited his mantle, and Damian . . . he had not been Father’s heir, but . . . 

Grayson had accepted his service as his partner long before Father had even considered the idea. 

[msfantasy-anime]

A Visit From Dear Ole Dad

Monkey D. Luffy x Reader

Summary: Your dad visits Marine!Reader to talk

A/n: rushed ending but shrug

Part IV

“Mrs. Monkey.” A teasing gravely voice calls out.

Standing at the bow of the ship, you turn around to see your father standing just behind you. His bright red hair and sunny smile beaming at you.

"Dad!" You call out excitedly. Shoving your tea cup into the nearest officers hands as you launch yourself into the arms of your father. His big arms wrapping around your form as he begins to spin you in circles as you giggle like a young girl again.

He finally places you down, “How’s it going little trouble maker?” He asks ruffling up your hair.

“Me? If anyone’s the trouble maker— it’s you!” You accuse back, all whilst Shanks throws his head back in laughter.

The ship seems to grow quieter at the unexpected visitor. Soon all you hear is the ocean waves lapping against the vessel as the crew shuffle silently behind the figure of your dad. All attempting to catch glimpses of him, but he pays no mind to the watchful eyes only looking upon your face instead.

“No more than usual— but you?” He says, raising his brow, “Imagine my surprise when I catch word about my little girl messing around with another marine.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now I don’t like getting involved with you two but you better set the record straight before Luffy hears anything— aren’t you two married or did I miss something?” He lectures, making you shrink under his scrutinising gaze. “Even if it’s another one of your schemes, you know how Luffy feels about those tricky tactics of yours.”

“Might’ve …” you spoke hesitantly. “Told a small fib here and there to get out of a situation…” you mutter, twisting your fingers around your coat. “But it’s not true! Luffy knows I would never.”

Shanks couldn’t help but huff a sigh. “Kid— It might not be my place. But I think it’s time I finally had a heart to heart with you.” Shanks says, looking you deep in your eyes, making sure you’re listening. “How much longer are you going to play marine.” He says as you raise a brow at this. 

“Dad, it’s not like that. I want to be a marine.” You defend, but Shank doesn’t hesitate.

“Is it though?” He asks, making you falter, “I don’t know exactly where this dream of becoming a marine came from but I just wanna make sure that my little girl won’t make any decisions that she regrets in life. Even though you two love each other, love isn’t enough to keep you together. There will come a day that you will have to choose between your job and him and I don’t think you can live with that decision.” Shank says grabbing your shoulders. “So I’m asking you again, why do you wanna be a marine?”

Maybe it was the sincerity in his eyes, or the sorrowful look he’s giving you, or perhaps it was your own admission back that make your heart ache.

“I don’t know.” You answer back, your voice trembly as you painfully admit you’re unsure. It’s a terrifying notion to admit. For years you prattled on about becoming a marine as the boys prattled on about becoming a pirate king. You’ve made becoming a marine your whole personality and without that title you don’t really know who you are. Truth be told that thought sat in the back of your mind for quite a long time now; having become a marine and achieving such an esteemed title only trapped you further. To finally admit out loud that you’re not sure if the years of dedication to your craft was even worth it. Being a rear admiral almost felt like nothing, it feels like it should be a title you ought to be proud of having. “I was so angry when you left me on the island dad.” You say, meeting his gaze.

“I’m sorry darling you know if I had any other way then I would—“

“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m not angry at you. I was angry at the situation.” You said, a tear spilling over the edge of your eyes. “I’m grateful that I got to have the childhood I did. Growing up with Ace, Sabo, and especially Luffy, was more than I could ever ask for.” You say, Shanks whipping away your tear. “I was angry that the Marines kept you away from me. I was even more angry when Ace told us about the world government issued an execution order when he was a fetus. The world wanted him dead before he was even born.” You said, your brows crossing. “And the idea cemented in my head when I watched the Marines just stand there when that celestial dragon launched a bomb at Sabo.”

Shanks just stood there for a moment mulling over your words. “Darling, if I had to be quite honest with you, I don’t believe being a marine is your dream.” in the words rattled your mind. “Say you achieved the highest rank as a marine. Would you feel complete and happy in the end?” You just stood there, your mouth left a-gape.

“I-“

“Say you go on countless adventures with that husband of yours, would you have regrets leaving the marines behind?” He asks, and something in his eyes compelled the honest truth from you.

“No.”

And with that admission, Shank smiles ever so slightly.

But you couldn’t even focus on that as you saw a hoards of your crew gathering behind your father. “Rear Admiral— we thank you for all your years of service but we think it’s time that you follow your own dreams as you have helped us follow ours.” One of the officers shout as the crowd begins to hold back their tears.

“Thanks to you. We understand the vision that you had for the Marines and we will do our best to carry out.” Your Lieutenant announces. “ Will leave for your name and document so they never even know that you’ve left—“

“No—“ you say firmly. “Tell Akainu the truth. That I’ve abandoned post to join my husband- as a straw hat pirate!”







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[skyguytoast]

ALMOST HERS, ENTIRELY YOURS: AOTC!ANAKIN X PADMÉ'S YOUNGER SISTER!READER

CHAPTER TWO

SYNOPSIS: Anakin wakes to more than just the morning light: he must now face the weight of last night with you and the quiet turmoil stirring in his heart. WARNING: none, just fluffy  WORDS: 3.5K A/N: Hello my dears, I can't even thank you enough for all the love this fic has received. Honestly, I wasn't expecting it, so it was a pleasant surprise. I don't know if you'll like the second chapter as much, but now I'm full of ideas, I thought of five chapters more or less. Feel free to comment what you think, suggestions and criticisms are also welcome, good reading ;) dividers by @/enchanthings

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬  𝐈𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐦𝐞  𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞  𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞?

The sun crept over the Naboo horizon, golden light spilling across the field in slow, deliberate waves. It touched Anakin’s face first — a gentle warmth that coaxed his lashes into a twitch, his brow furrowing as he stirred. A tickling sensation brushed the bridge of his nose, soft as a whisper. He mumbled incoherently and turned his face away.

But then it came again, a teasing flutter, and this time, a laugh followed. His eyes blinked open, still hazy from sleep, only to find you kneeling beside him, holding a delicate flower to his cheek with an expression far too innocent to be trusted.

You grinned when you met his gaze. "Good morning," you murmured sweetly, the flower dancing between your fingers. The chaos in your curls and the faint imprint of sleep still on your features made you look all the more ethereal.

Anakin smiled back, drowsy and charmed. “Good morning,” he replied, voice rough with sleep. He rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling the dull ache from a night spent lying on uneven ground. It wasn’t exactly the best sleep of his life—but stars, it was worth it. Having you curled against him, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep on his chest, made everything else feel like it didn’t matter.

Until it did. His eyes widened as the realization returned like a jolt to his spine.

“Force, we need to get back,” he muttered, suddenly rushing to his feet. “Padmé. I’m supposed to be guarding her. I’m supposed to be protecting her, not” He stopped himself, guilt threading into his voice, heat rising in his cheeks. He had let his feelings cloud his judgment, again.

“It’s okay,” you said gently, reaching for his hand. “I know a shortcut.”

You took the hand he offered, your smaller fingers enveloped easily in his. His thumb instinctively traced along your knuckles, a quiet gesture of affection that lingered even as you both dashed toward the speeder.

Anakin had barely settled onto the seat when your foot hit the accelerator, the vehicle surging forward with a suddenness that made his heart stutter. You weaved through the trees with an ease that was as daring as it was reckless. He couldn’t decide whether to be impressed or terrified.

He leaned closer than necessary, under the guise of balancing, but in reality, it was just to feel the way your shoulder pressed into his chest with each sharp turn. The adrenaline sang through him, but it was nothing compared to the way your presence tugged at something buried deep inside.

By the time you skidded to a stop outside the lake house, both of you were breathless, trying to straighten your clothes, picking flowers and grass from your hair. It was a lost cause, you still looked like you’d rolled through a meadow together. Which… wasn’t far from the truth.

Padmé was already waiting, her expression unreadable, though Captain Typho’s disapproval was written clearly across his face as he stood beside her, arms crossed, jaw set tight. Anakin’s stomach dropped. He knew that look. The captain didn’t take lightly to negligence, especially when it came to the safety of the senator. And he was right to be upset. Anakin had let his heart lead him astray.

He stood taller, swallowing hard. The shame hit fast, not because of what happened, but because of how easy it had been to forget everything else when he was with you. Jedi discipline felt like an old, distant promise compared to how he felt in your orbit.

“What was your mission, Skywalker?” Captain Typho’s voice cut through the morning air like a blade, his arms crossed and jaw locked tight. His tone left no room for misunderstanding.

Anakin’s shoulders slumped, the heat of embarrassment prickling up the back of his neck. “To guard Senator Amidala’s room,” he muttered, jaw tight.

“And why weren’t you doing that?” Typho snapped, voice rising. “What could possibly be more important than the duties assigned to you? Do you think you’re above the mission? Should I call the Jedi Council and ask for someone more committed?”

Anakin opened his mouth, shame and panic warring in his chest but before he could speak, you stepped in. You moved to stand in front of him, your body slipping between the captain’s sharp words and the padawan’s stiff frame.

“It was my fault,” you said, raising your chin despite the quiver in your voice. “I, I snuck out last night. I just needed to get away for a while and ended up in more trouble than I meant to. Anakin wasn’t shirking his duty. He was helping me.”

You turned toward Padmé, eyes pleading. “I lost control of the speeder bike. I could’ve crashed, if he hadn’t been there…” you trailed off, breath catching. “If he hadn’t been there, I don’t know if I’d have made it back. Please don’t blame him, he only did what anyone else would’ve done. I’ll take all the blame.”

Padmé’s gaze flickered between the two of you, and there was a long, unreadable pause. Her eyes softened, just slightly, before she turned toward Typho.

“That’s enough, Captain. There’s no need to involve the Jedi,” she said calmly. “I think we’ve all learned something valuable today.”

Typho didn’t look convinced, but he bowed his head and stepped back. Padmé waited until he’d walked away before turning to you with a tired sigh.

“Why am I not surprised that you were involved in the trouble?” she muttered, though her tone lacked real bite. She took your arm and gently guided you inside.

Once in her room, she sat you down at the vanity without another word. You stayed quiet, watching your sister through the mirror as she began carefully removing the crushed flowers and leaves tangled in your hair.

“Why?” she finally asked, fingers working gently through a knot. “Why do you keep doing this. taking risks, putting yourself in danger?”

You blinked, confused. “I don’t understand…”

Padmé met your eyes in the mirror. “You have the luxury of choice. Of freedom. You don’t have to bear the weight of the Senate or the Republic. You get to choose your path. So why are you always looking for ways to make it harder on yourself?”

The words stung. A tightness formed in your throat as your chest began to ache. You looked down, blinking rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay.

How could you possibly explain to her, the poised, unshakable senator who bore the weight of the galaxy on her shoulders, what it felt like to live in her shadow? To want to matter in a world where she already filled every room with grace and purpose?

Tears welled in your eyes before you could stop them. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I was reckless and irresponsible.  I didn’t mean to make things harder for you. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

Padmé paused her hands and stepped around to face you.

Your voice cracked, and the tears spilled anyway. “I just... I just—” You didn’t say it aloud, but it was there, in the air between you. The feeling of being invisible in her shadow. Of never being the one anyone looked to, listened to, or needed.

But before you could finish, Padmé wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her embrace. The warmth of her hug unraveled the guilt in your chest. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to. She just held you, the way only an older sister could.

You stayed like that for a while, just the two of you, breathing in time.

Eventually, your voice broke the silence, needing to improve that strange atmosphere, needing to fix the situation that you yourself created. “Why don’t we spend the day in the garden? Near the lake.” you murmured against her shoulder. It’s beautiful out today. “You could use a break and I want to spend time with my sister.”

Padmé hesitated for a second, then smiled faintly, brushing your hair once more before rising. “Alright. I’ll ask the staff to prepare everything.”

Padmé went to inform the staff to prepare everything, and you took a deep breath, standing to head to your room and change. The tears were still there, but your heart felt just a little lighter.

Outside, you knew Anakin was probably still standing where you’d left him. And despite everything… a part of you hoped he’d still be looking for you when you came back.

When Padmé returned to the garden, her gaze immediately found you standing beside Anakin, two towels in your arms, animatedly saying something that she couldn’t quite catch. Whatever it was, it made Anakin laugh, a real, unguarded laugh. His blue eyes sparkled with that boyish glint, and he shook his head as if you’d just said something outrageous.

“Senator Amidala,” Anakin said, attempting to compose himself the moment he noticed her. “I want to apologize for my”

Padmé raised a hand, gently cutting him off. “Water under the bridge, Ani,” she said with a small smile. “Why don’t you help carry the picnic basket?”

She slipped her arm through yours, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. “My sister suggested we go swimming. I hope you brought wetsuits.” Anakin’s ears turned red, and he quickly averted his gaze, falling in step behind the two of you.

Out in the garden, the afternoon sun cast warm glows over the lake’s edge. You and Padmé started a game of “don’t let the ball hit the ground,” laughing as the breeze threatened to steal the ball mid-air. Soon, you dragged Anakin and one of the palace guards into the chaos, splitting into teams. You threw down the towels to mark the makeshift line in the grass—Padmé and Anakin on one side, you and the guard on the other.

It didn't take long for the friendly game to turn into a whirlwind of competitiveness. You and Anakin became the fiercest pair, diving, spinning, and tumbling dramatically just to keep the ball from falling. His focus blurred—not because of the match, but because of your laughter, your joy, the way the sunlight caught your smile like a secret meant only for him. You teased him ruthlessly, lobbing tricky throws that forced him to dive with Jedi precision.

Not to be outdone, Anakin narrowed his eyes and sent the ball arcing high above your head. He grinned, thinking he’d finally won the round, but he underestimated you. You bolted backward, determined to catch it, but your foot slid over the damp edge of the grass, and with a splash, you disappeared into the lake.

“Y/N!” Anakin shouted, his heart stopping.

Without a second thought, he sprinted into the water, plunging into the depths to find you. Panic choked his thoughts as he swam, his heart hammering wildly. He cursed himself for being careless, for not watching you more closely, for letting things go too far.

Then, through the water’s shimmer, he saw you.

He scooped you into his arms, surfacing with a gasp and rushing back to the shore, both of you soaked and breathless. He laid you gently on the shore, dripping and panicked, placing his ear to your chest, just in time for you to sputter, cough, and burst into laughter. “You little” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face in relief. “You were pretending?!”

You grinned guiltily. “It was supposed to be funny.”

“You scared me out of my mind,” he muttered, heart still racing. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, eyes sincere. “I didn’t mean to”

But Anakin didn’t answer. Instead, he picked you up without a word and ran right back into the lake. You shrieked as he jumped in with you, both of you plunging under the surface.

Padmé, from a distance, looked up from her holobook and shook her head with a fond smile. Watching her sister and Anakin splash around like unruly teenagers, a strange tightness crept into her chest. You two were a good match, she thought, but the realization sat oddly in her stomach, a feeling she chose not to examine.

Back in the water, Anakin hoisted you onto his shoulders, your hands instinctively clutching at his hair. “No, Anakin, put me down!” you cried, half-laughing, half-panicked.

“What? You giving up already?” he teased. “I thought you were the fun one!”

With a wicked grin, he flipped you off his shoulders, sending a wave of water crashing around you. You surfaced, gasping and laughing.

“You’ll be back,” you warned, narrowing your eyes in mock vengeance.

Anakin only smirked wider, until something grabbed his ankle under the surface. He yelped as he lost balance and toppled into the shallows. He resurfaced with a laugh, coughing and splashing wildly. The lake echoed with your laughter, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Anakin Skywalker felt light.

Not like a Jedi. Not like a soldier.

Just like a boy, falling fast for a girl who made him forget all the rules.

You spent long, sun-drenched moments with Anakin in the lake—swimming, splashing, laughing until your cheeks hurt. It was pure, unfiltered joy, a kind of freedom neither of you was used to. When the water finally started to cool and the scent of food wafted from the garden, you both made your way back to the grass, clothes dripping and clinging to your bodies, leaving wet footprints and little puddles in your wake.

As you approached the picnic setup where Padmé sat, surrounded by an inviting spread of fruit, bread, and fresh Naboo delicacies, you reached for the zipper of your blue frilly dress. With a soft tug, you peeled it away, revealing the white silk slip beneath—lightweight and now partially translucent from the water, it clung delicately to your form.

Anakin swallowed hard. His eyes darted to your exposed shoulders, the elegant curve of your neck, the delicate dip of your collarbone. Droplets of water trailed over your skin, sliding down your chest and disappearing into the folds of fabric he could not see past—but his imagination filled in the rest with a speed and clarity that made his cheeks burn.

He gave his head a sharp shake, sending water flying from his hair, and forced his gaze away, cursing himself for losing control.

You elbowed him playfully, catching his flushed expression. “Don’t do that,” you said, pouting a little as you pulled a stool over and plopped down across from Padmé. You reached for the breadbasket, slicing a piece and handing it wordlessly to Anakin. He blinked, a little caught off guard by the gesture, but took it with a sheepish smile before sitting beside you.

Padmé, watching the quiet exchange, shook her head with a breathy laugh. “Children,” she teased, half to herself.

“I’m eighteen,” you and Anakin answered in unison, then turned to look at each other and grinned.

After lunch, Padmé left, and Anakin followed like a shadow, resuming his Jedi duties. Yet no matter how many diplomatic briefings or serene walks through royal gardens he endured, his mind stayed tangled in you. Even when Padmé stumbled and fell laughing into a bed of wildflowers, just like the vision he’d dreamed of for years, he couldn’t stop the image of how those blooms would’ve looked tangled in your curls instead.

When he finally escorted Padmé back to her room, standing dutifully outside, she turned to him with a knowing look. “Go,” she said, gentle but firm. “Just promise me you’ll be back before dawn.”

He hesitated, offering a weak protest about Jedi responsibilities, but Padmé only raised a brow. It was enough. He understood her permission was given and her understanding went deeper than words.

This time, Anakin was the one waiting at the window.

His breath caught the moment he saw you step into the moonlight. You were wearing a blue floral dress that clung to your frame in all the right ways, the fabric catching the silver glow of the night and casting soft highlights along your skin. The delicate tone of the dress deepened the warmth of your complexion, every detail from the curve of your shoulder to the line of your waist etched into his memory in a single, reverent glance.

Your hair was down tonight, the breeze gently lifting the loose strands while a braid ran like a crown across the top of your head, tiny white flowers woven between the curls like stars caught in the galaxy of you. To Anakin, you didn’t look real. You looked like something dreamt up in one of the few peaceful corners of his restless mind.

"Waiting for me, Skywalker?" you teased, your voice warm, your smile tugging mischievously at your lips.

Anakin stood there, speechless, his lips parted as if he was trying to say something but couldn’t remember how to speak. You were breathtaking. And in that moment, nothing in his vocabulary, not even the hundreds of words he'd once used to describe a planet or a battlefield, felt worthy enough to describe you.

"You look... pretty today," he said finally, then stumbled over himself, his hand flying to scratch the back of his neck. "Not that you’re not pretty on other days, I mean, you’re beautiful. Always.”

You smiled gently, charmed by his awkward honesty. “You’re a cutie too,” you said with a wink, stepping closer. “Now how about we go for a walk?”

And just like that, the night unfolded before you.

Together, you explored the quiet edges of the city, letting the silence between you settle not with awkwardness but with ease. With every step, the weight of your lives , his Jedi code, your family name, fell away, leaving behind two people who just wanted to feel free for a little while. No rules. No expectations. Just heartbeats and curiosity and the pull of something new.

When you arrived at your destination, Anakin helped you off the speeder bike, his hand warm and sure as he guided you to the ground. Music drifted on the air, soft, rhythmic, unfamiliar. A bonfire crackled in the center of the clearing ahead, casting golden shadows over the gathering of people. Gungans played instruments crafted from wood and string, filling the night with a melody that felt both ancient and celebratory. Flowers of every color hung in garlands, draped from trees and woven into the crowd’s hair and clothes.

It felt like a hidden sanctuary. A little piece of joy carved out of the galaxy’s chaos.

“Dance with me?” you asked, reaching out your hand.

Anakin hesitated. “I don’t know how.”

“Then let’s learn together,” you whispered, pulling him into the crowd.

As a Jedi, Anakin was never taught how to dance. There were no lessons in joy, no teachings in how to laugh without purpose, or to move simply for the pleasure of movement. Leisure had never been encouraged in the Temple, only discipline, control, and obedience. Hobbies were considered distractions. Joy was something to be observed, not indulged in. So now, with your hands in his and music swirling around him like stardust, he was utterly, beautifully lost.

You led the dance with a freedom he didn’t know how to replicate. Your hips swayed to the rhythm, feet moving easily over the soft ground, a radiant smile tugging at your lips. When you tried to spin under his arm, Anakin misunderstood the cue and spun with you, causing you both to lose balance, stumbling into each other in a tangled mess of laughter. You caught yourselves, barely, and the sound of your giggle lit something in his chest that felt far too close to longing.

Still, you kept dancing, your movements light and confident, guiding him with every step. And somehow, through the chaos and the clumsy rhythm, it became less about getting it right and more about how it felt. How it felt to be alive, to be seen, to be here.

Then your eyes met. Blue locked onto yours, and for a breathless second, the world faded into nothing but the shared pulse of your hearts. There was a spark, no, more than a spark. It was a quiet explosion of recognition, of something deep and stirring that neither of you had asked for, but now couldn’t deny.

Anakin had only known you for two days, and yet, it didn’t feel new. It felt ancient, like something buried in his bones was waking up. As your foreheads gently touched, he closed his eyes. Just for a moment. Just to let himself pretend.

He imagined a galaxy where he wasn’t a Jedi. Where there were no missions or codes or rules to obey. Where there was only this: you, and the night air, and the music. Where his arms could be your home and not a transgression.

He didn’t know what to call what he felt. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to feel it at all. For years, his heart had belonged to Padmé or so he thought. But every glance, every smile, every heartbeat spent near you was unraveling that certainty. You weren’t replacing what he had felt. You were redefining it.

And that terrified him.

Because what if this wasn’t fleeting? What if you were becoming the gravity that held his entire world together? And what if, in choosing you… he was choosing himself?

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[ranexpositioning]

Rewatching Rick and Morty and holy crap I just finished "Rickternal Friendshine of the Spotless Mort".

Old man yaoi!!!

But besides that, Rick and Birdperson's relationship is so sad.

I think Rick really was in love with Birdperson. It was the kind of amorphous, pure love where Rick would've been content to be with him forever, romantically or platonic. It wasn't explicitly sexual or romantic, but if Birdperson wanted it, he would've been happy— because it was about the person, not the label. In that moment at least, just being with him would've been enough.

I also think Birdperson was his own kind of asshole though. He's straight like a ruler and nearly puritan in the way he refuses to waver. He understands Rick's pain but is also vastly more interested in keeping his peace because he knows Rick is just a lot of work. That statement "the relationship that we have is not worth my integrity" wasn't just a simple rejection in that moment or of Rick's way of life, but of the entire framework of who Rick is, and what Rick might've hoped they could be. It was a rejection that was pregnant with a multiverse of implications.

Rick who rarely reaches out earnestly reaches, and gets turned away. Not with cruelty, but with something worse: calm, principled dismissal. It’s why that wound runs so deep. It’s not the loss of a partner or friend, it’s the loss of the one person Rick believed might see past all his damage and still stay.

Birdperson's steadfastness is admirable, but also brutal and cruel.

[tarotchariotpickyourcard]

Should you go for this job? PAC

Wondering if it would be worth your time? Do you have what it takes? Let’s see what the cards say.

please choose between group 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 from left to right

Group 1 (heart box)

Firstly, I got the idea of clinging to something, or sticking to something too long. Is there someone here who is scared of quitting or switching?

Romance

That’s interesting! My first thought is that it romanced you lol. It’s wined and dined you, and it looks very appealing. If we’re thinking in terms of should/shouldn’t, this can hint to a good match.

Something that blends well with your character, something that you’re attuned to, maybe you already have experience in this type of role, or you just know you would be good in it.

It can also suggest that perhaps a partner, love interest, crush so on so forth is involved somehow. It could also mean you might find a crush at work if you do get it.

I’m feeling good energy from this, even if there are some nerves. It’s just a little bit exciting or nerve racking. I get a good feeling from it though. There’s something about freedom, here. Maybe this job would allow a little more flexibility for your life or within your interpersonal relationships.

It looks like you really want it, and to be honest, why not, if you’re interested.

8 of cups

It’s funny, you’re wined and dined and you leave it all behind. Perhaps you’ll lose interest? But if you think deeply, there’s a need for meaning when it comes to your job role or vocation. Perhaps this might not meet your need for true meaning, a sense of purpose and a feeling like belonging.

If you look more into it, you might find that it doesn’t tick all the boxes after all, or you may have misunderstood something. Maybe there’s something important that this just wouldn’t be able to give you. I wouldn’t say don’t go for it, but I would probably advise not to have rose tinted glasses. I get a big feeling that there are some very strong needs that you can’t compromise on, and you only should if it’s safe to. But to be honest, there may be a better fit elsewhere.

Right so let’s look into your skills and if you are a match.

Outlets and Advocacy

What’s this? A remedy for the daily grind? That’s right, here’s the boost you need to experiment with some new past times and hobbies. Work can feel uncreative sometimes, or not aligned with who you are, or completely and utterly devoid of any sort of meaning or value or shred of humanity - but don’t despair! You have the ability to express yourself in other ways, and life is full of meaningful endeavours. There’s no need to chain your life to a boring job when there are gardens to grow, baseballs to throw, and pudding-based performance art installations to show. Get out there!

Interesting, we talked about needing it to be meaningful for you. 

I am my own best advocate. When I have an idea, I share it. When I have a need, I speak up about it. When I tell a joke and none of my coworkers laugh, I make sure to repeat it….and then explain it… and if need be, draw a diagram so everyone gets it.

You might bring some good humor to the workplace lol.

Overall this is good energy of someone who doesn’t sit down and take things. Very active in the workplace, someone who bring their ideas forward, someone who has vision and probably can’t stand a boring or simple type of role. You need some kind of creative input, you need to share those ideas and solutions.

You do have a bit of advice though with outlets, because even if you feel your work lacks meaning right now in this moment, you still have the ability to have meaning in the rest of your life. Your work is not your life, remember you’re more than that and you have meaning no matter what! You give meaning to wherever you are! You add something, wherever you go. You’re important and if you are currently working somewhere now, you are valuable no matter what they say (or don’t).

Now, what does this role ask of you? What does it want from applicants?

Filling the well

Feeling like your brain could use a tiny jump start? It might be time to take a break and go explore some completely unrelated territory for a few days. Wells can only provide so much water before they dry up. And brains are the same way. Regardless, your brain could use a kick in the brain pants, so step away from your routing and head to the nearest museum, park, concert, or chowder cook-off. Do it now! Hurry! Before your boss sees you climbing out the window!

So this role could be adventurous for you, or different than what you have worked in. Could literally involve a public place like museums concert halls etc. Seems kind of cerebral too. Could involve travel. I really feel like saying though, it’s more about your needs than the excitement of it that seems important.

So I think it’ll require more activity, figuring stuff out more, for you to travel from place to place maybe. So if you go for it, maybe ask about that. (It seems like you’re a good match, since you can put yourself out there).

Added note after: So fill your own well with 8 of cups here too. It’s about you finding meaning regardless. You are important and things outside are important. Things you create personally are important and life changing. You are valuable interpersonally! This is a hint to look after yourself right now. You might be overdoing it or expecting too much of yourself currently.

I hope that this helps you understand it a little more and what to keep in mind.

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Group 2 (shell)

I just got really cold then. Lol.

Look for a sign, and forgiveness.

Another interesting one.

Knight of swords.

Did you have an argument with someone? Or a disagreement? Oh dear, looks like someone said something harsh. Is this more about thinking you should leave as a result, to get away from a current role?

This could also be that you’re clashing with someone in your life. Maybe you’re only thinking of this role because your parent is telling you to “get a job already”. I don’t feel that much interest in it to be honest? This gives me the motivations of “i want to get away from this person, or stop the conflict, so this can be an out.”

Look for a sign is clarified by 7 of cups. It really is giving me the idea that you’re not sure you even want this particular role anyway. 

Or - you’re interested but confused if it’s the right fit. There’s just a lot of uncertainty here, and I would say that if you want to know if you should go for something, look at your true desires and motivation. That will give you a good idea on yes or no itself. I don’t think the angels or spirit would encourage you to go for something that doesn’t make you happy, or that doesn’t give you a sense or belonging or that doesn’t ensure your wellbeing. 

I really get the vibe that you’re hearing things you don’t want to hear, it’s unpleasant, and you need a break. If it’s possible, maybe get a day off or a day away from your situation. Let your mind rest, because when I see 7 of cups it’s usually when someone has been thinking so much that they’ve become confused. That’s no way to make a decision. 

And i’m calling you out - don’t worry, i’ve done  it too - you’ve probably been looking outside yourself to be told if you should or shouldn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I get it, you’re here after all, but I’m seeing more doubt in yourself here.

It’s like you don’t trust yourself. This can look like going with the motions, asking spirit for signs (but nothing is good enough or convincing enough), feeling the pressure too much from people around you. Indecision in general. I really feel you, here. Forgiveness could be a nod to forgiving yourself. Why don’t you give yourself a shot? If you had to make a split second decision here and now, would you?

I’m just getting the sense of being really harsh with yourself, remembering the coldness or nastiness of others, and other things all accumulating. Please grab your power back - that’s where the self agency is.

And you know what, even if people disagree with your moves or are unhappy with it - let it be. There’s freedom in that too. I see how down some people are here, and I really feel like your self esteem or confidence has taken a hit.

Peoples words seem to really get to you, but I think there’s a partial reason to this - (I got de ja vu, so strong) Maybe you’ve been bullied or put down very often which I’m so sorry for if true - one of the reasons being is that I see your energy has been kind of…ripped? It’s like a shield that’s disintegrated.

One little thing that I think can help you is to cleanse yourself energetically and shield yourself. You can ask archangel michael to come in, cleanse you of negativity and fear, replace it with positive white light and then ask him to put his blue/purple cloak over you to shield and protect you from outward negative energy. Really close your eyes and visualize this if you can.

A skillset of yours is

Ego

When my selfish ego rears its ugly, screaming little head, i calmly toss it a xanax and ask it to leave me alone. I’m a big, generous person, and in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter if smeone else gets the credit for my idea. Because at the end of the day when you really stop to think about it, the idea might end up being bad and then they’ll have to take the fall. So there.

I think this is great. This is a hall mark for someone who can move past things and keep working, keep being involved in a team, let the grudges go etc. This is what you want at the workplace! This is a very professional mindset. More people need to be like you. But at the same time, I get the idea of putting yourself down again.

Let yourself have that bit of fire, let yourself be a little more confident or expressive. It’s for the benefit of the workplace in the end after all.

What does this role ask for?

Prep work

I make friends with the quiet loners- organization and planning - and i suddenly realize how cool they are! I start hanging out with them. And I bend to their influence. I even allow them to give my daily habits a makeover. Normally I wouldn’t succumb to peer pressure, but isn’t efficiency the best? C’mon, just let me fill in one more bullet journal…I promise i’ll be able to stop.

So with this if you do go for it, organizational skills are a must. If you have a job history, make sure you focus and highlight this skillset and examples of it. Good luck if you do go for it.

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Group 3 (lightning)

Very strong answer, card popped right out

Oooohhhh, interesting! This is nice imo.

Remain positive

This card talks about there being positive momentum towards this desire, you speed up your dreams with a cheerful or confident demeanour. It may seem like your dreams are taking a long time to manifest, but soon you will see a change. Don’t allow yourself to lose hope when your dreams are so close to coming true!

That’s so funny with the hanged man.

I think straight up it’s probably a good idea, even if you don’t get it, I feel you would be on the right track.

If you go for it, you might have to wait for interviews, there might be a delay in responding, there’s something that might hold it up. Maybe you’ve just been waiting for so long for an opportunity like this. Seize it with both hands! This is clearly something you’re interested in or have been hoping to see this type of role/opportunity. Why on earth wouldn’t you take a shot?

Do you not think you belong there or have a place? Manifestation is strongly hinted here - you can MAKE space. This amuses me, because it could even go so far as making a new role to allow you in. There’s something unusual or different about this situation. If you don’t get this role, you’ll likely manifest something similar or within the same company. The feeling of open possibilities is really strong here for me.

If you wanted confirmation, here it is! It seems exciting. I know it must have been hard. Hanged man comes up usually when we want to do anything BUT wait. When it’s such a drag and we are actively having to practise patience. When we don’t like it or feel frustrated. Maybe you’ve had to give something up, maybe in the past you’ve had to surrender an opportunity like this. Maybe you thought you’ve had signs, but nothing seemed to happen.

Well, you deserve this opportunity. You’ve done the work for it, you’ve put in the energy. I bet the receiving bit was hard lol. 

Your skills:

Faith and tenacity

Wowwww you’ve really stuck it out.

I know in my heart that everything will turn out awesome. So I’m willing tyo have faith and trust that anything that isn’t awesome will eventually lead me to something that is. But I’m ready for awesome whenever you are, universe. Y’hear me? Awesome.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try…to remember that there’s an old tired saying about this for a reason. Everyone fails sometimes. But failure is only failure if it happens on the very last page of your story, and since you’re sill breathing that’s not where you’re at right now. So if you’ve hit an obstacle on your way to success, don’t sweat it. Dust off your air quote and hang them on that failure as a reminder that failures are a part of succes, and this is all part of your lifelong job. Then, get right back to it! Your next failure is waiting to bring you closer to your dreams.

You’ve got it all! You can do this! You will get where you want to be and it will be because of you. I’m rooting for you!

What the role asks of you:

Modesty

I am willing to be wrong. I am willing to not know all the answers. I’m even willing to admit to my boss that i screwed up. Behind all this humility is the me that knows it’s better to be modest than to be a die-hard, try-hard, know-it-all. Isn’t that mature and gracious of me? You’re welcome. So funny how it talks about “failure” and now its saying being willing to be wrong. Maybe you should highlight where you’ve been wrong or made mistakes, and how you’ve fixed them and grown? The workplace or people involved could value this trait as well in general. You will likely get along better with the right people if you are yourself, warts and all, willing to learn and grow.

No one walks in knowing everything, and being willing to acknowledge that and asks questions till you do know lots is very valued.

Hope this helped!

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Group 4 (sunflower)

It seems like the job role or employer asks for a lot. 

Helpful people

Money’s coming in. That’s so strange to see from this card. But people want to help, or there are people who will want to take you on. I’m getting under their wing as well. You might be in a vulnerable place right now, and that can feel lonely, but there are people or opportunities coming for you. (after a time of clouds hanging over you)

To be honest, you seem like you could be a leader in your field, or someone who has gained experience that is very valuable. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is maybe a step up for you or has an opportunity for you. If you currently have a job then people might go to you a lot for advice, tips, or help. Helpful people might hint to a job role such as customer service, or dealing with the public in general.

You really do have something valuable to bring to the table, and this particular role should be grateful if they get you, because i see that you would be able to help them out a lot.

The angels have something to do with this. It looks like one of them is tapping the lady on the head lol. Like ‘hey, look at this’. I see that you bring a lot of clarity to a place. You could be good with communication (which is sadly not that common actually. Talking up a big game is different from communicating effectively in the workplace.)

The fool is a good sign as well. This talks about having faith and trusting. There’s a little angel and demon on his shoulders here, so you might have a choice to make, or you’re tempted to do something you feel you shouldn’t. It might be simply the temptation to stay somewhere for a certain perk vs going because you feel guided to.

The fool as always, gives the advice of look before you leap. Sure, trust is involved, but you don’t need to do it blindly. Ask people around you for advice or help with looking at the role and responsibilities fully. If you go for this, make sure to look at the contract fully, and ask questions that are specific and important to you.

Overall this is looking good for prospects. 

Your skill:

Oh. My. God.

It’s like I'm psychic or something. I’m turning the cards as I go. 

Communication

I am a masterful communicator with the ability to say what I think and feel in a way that doesn’t invoke conflict. Watch as I dodge the bullets of sass and snark! Marvel as I avoid the traps of passive-aggressiveness and victimhood! Be amazed that even though it’s sometimes stressful, I choose to communicate- an act that saves us all from the grips of certain unspoken seething!

Let me just bow down to you for a minute. THANK **** THERE ARE PEOPLE LIKE YOU. THANK YOU.

Moving on. What does the role ask of you?

Decisiveness

I go with my gut, when faced with decisions, I make my choices quickly and confidently. I trust my experience and skill and I will boldly and proudly go anywhere they lead me! So maybe you could focus a bit on how you’ve made important decisions independently AND leading a group. Maybe how one went well, and if something didn’t, how you mitigated that. There’s lots of leadership/managerial energy. A good mix of independent and group working together.

Good luck in your job hunt! You seem very capable and I hope your workplace appreciates you and your skills!

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For reading. I hope you enjoyed. I have discovered ai imagery. I don't know if I'm into it. Oh well.

[bekaterrier]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! Living is messy and we all make mistakes. Try to find the things worth saving in all the mess. Now let's go make some more mistakes!

@saffronandperi - Season 2: This season we got to hear our favourite fairy godmother and djinnia (and friends) play around in Wonderland! Poor Tristan does seem to attract trouble like crazy, and then everyone being affected by goblin shenanigans? So much going on! And to end on such a cliff hanger! Saffron and those innocent dragon eggs better get back safe. 🧚‍♂️

@monkeymanproductions MTO Phases Story 5 - Nima: This month's story is one that gave me goosebumps and brought tears to my eyes the first time I read it. Hearing it brought to life by Serena Rahhal, the original voice of Nima, made it that much more impactful. Returning to Palestine, to Jerusalem, to where Nima used to live... In particular, the mention of Rafah in the 20s, which is happening right now. MTO has always been about hope and resistance, and that comes through loud and clear. 🌘

@morrowforge Mage With a Mic Ep1 - The Warehouse and Ep2 - Creaks & Crones: A new AD where Mage Doughball, who's been sentenced to be the head of tourism for Thither, reports on different locations, events and people around the realm. I enjoyed the first two episodes so far, especially Doughball's snark – you can definitely tell he did not choose to be there. The world-building and the small bits we've heard of how the magic systems work sound really interesting and I'm looking forward to hearing more! 🎤

@vestaclinicpod Episode 24 - Chromatophore: Another Xael episode! And this time with the company of our special boy Sec! I did not realize that Xaelest harboured resentment towards Sec but I completely understand where she's coming from. Especially with what we learned this episode about why she stopped performing surgery... And then to hear that the scenario the examiners gave her was the same? How awful. And now she'll have to go back to the form she had when it happened in order to help NOSL11. Someone (Faye) needs to give Xael a hug, though I doubt she'd readily accept it.

As an aside, I absolutely love how descriptions are done in this show, how the expressions used feel so real. This particular line stood out to me this episode: "they tugged their forearm against the sky of their stomach". Isn't that such a gorgeous expression, knowing that ceresaurs' skin runs from milky blue to the rich indigo of twilight, and that star maps of their flights show up on their skin? Just beautiful. ⚕️

@forgedbondspod - Chapter 18: I've said it before and I've said it again, I want to punch Zeus in the face so bad... He was being his usual, awful, manipulative self this episode, and I hate how he, as king of the gods, keeps getting away with it. I don't trust him for one second. Poor Hera, dragged back into his terrible influence. No one even knows she went with him – Hera, tell someone, please! 💍

@monkeymanproductions Waiting For October S1 Episode 8 - Back Together: Season finale! Karo and Vonnie are back together for a much needed conversation after their solo adventures. I love how many different characters popped in as they were trying to find someplace to talk, and then October springing Halloween on them! The conversation was tough, but their love and trust was evident through the whole thing. Especially in the story that Karo told of how they make things work. It definitely had me tearing up. And then the ending!!! Let's go back to the mooooon!! 🎃

@re-dracula Week 2: Jonathan discovers lizard fashion and explores the castle. We all knew there was some creepy shit going on at the castle, and Jonathan was a little weirded out by some things, but now he knows about the creepy shit for sure. Seems like the new goal will just to be stay alive... 🦇

[relenafanel]

WIP: cozy oceanside cottagecore vibes

(aka whoops I inspired myself)

After a 3 hour drive it was a great relief to drive up the gravel path that led to the cottage on the bay that he had purchased on a whim two months ago. The drive itself was easy. The highway took him all the way into the town of Riverside Bay and it was a quick drive through Main Street and a left turn down what locals referred to as the old road to follow the coast line.

The view alone was worth the gas from the city. Anticipation thrummed beneath his breastbone and it felt like the first time he could breathe in over a year. A small slice of this view would be his, permanently, within minutes. His cottage was about a seven minute drive along the battered road, the turn off clearly labelled with a white mailbox and a blue lettered sign hanging from it that said Bluebell Cottage.

He made the drive with the confidence of a man who didn’t care if he had made a mistake leaving his career. He had money. He had his physical health. He had gotten to the point in his life where he realized something needed to change for his mental well-being. What he was looking for was a sense of contentment and maybe learning how to allow himself the happiness he had felt like he’d been chasing for his entire life.

This was a small step. It felt a little like running away, but he’d grown to accept that about himself.

When he pulled up in front of the blue paint and shingle siding of the cottage with the full view of the ocean in the background, he fell in love all over again. It felt like the moment in his office when he first came across the real estate ad, where something deep inside of him knew that this was what he wanted.

He stepped out of the car and the scent of the ocean washed over him. He could smell the salt on the air and it reminded him of moments from his childhood. Easier moments. He could smell the flowers from the garden, lilacs and wild roses, and others he didn’t know. He could hear the buzz of bees, the gentle breeze rustling through the plants, and the lap of waves against the nearby shore. Gravel crunched beneath his feet as he walked the few meters to the front door, painted a charming yellow colour that he himself wouldn’t have chosen but that he felt said something about the person who owned this cottage that he wanted to live up to.

Lan Wangji took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

He was two days into his sabbatical and wasn’t convinced taking a full year was the right choice, his body and mind still geared towards work-heavy days and mental overload. The tension he still carried in his back and jaw told him that even if his mind hadn’t settled into his time off yet, it was needed.

He felt broken. He felt exhausted. He felt like life wasn’t supposed to be a constant struggle of getting through one day at a time only to wake up to an alarm in his ear and a full day of meetings the next.

He felt like the ocean air might not fix him but it was a starting point.

Note: the first thousand words or so are the deepest it’s going to go into LWJ’s burnout just to establish his starting point. He respects his job too much to call it ragequitting, but ultimately it’s the same idea. He quit and bought a cottage by the ocean. It’s my dream. I think that dream lives in all of us.

Also, this was the starting point for his cottage, though in my mind I’ve changed most of it:

Source: https://www.groverscovecottages.ca/seabeach-chateau/

Also extra side note: while I haven’t been to this exact cottage in this exact location, and I’m hand waving where this is fic set, I did grow up in a town in the Canadian Maritime provinces close to the coast. When I think about ragequitting my own job, this is where I think of going. I don’t know if that makes this fic cathartic or a bad idea, like revealing too much of my heart

[sha-brytols]

Warden: Why did you ambush the Dalish? For revenge? Lady: In part.

Zathrian: Her nature is that of the forest itself. Beautiful and terrible, serene and savage, maidan and beast. She is the Lady and Witherfang both, two sides of a single being. Zathrian: The curse first came from her. Those she afflicted with it mirrored her own nature, becoming savage beast as well as human.

Zathrian: They attacked my clan and they were the same savages then that they have ever been. They deserve to be wiped out and not defended.

Zathrian: No, I am here to talk, though I see little point in it. We all know where this will lead. Your nature compels it, as does mine. Lady: It does not have to be that way. There is room in your heart for compassion, Zathrian. Surely your retribution is spent. Zathrian: My retribution is eternal, spirit, as is my pain. This is justice, no more.

Warden: Just how far will you go for your revenge, Zathrian? Zathrian: I did it for my people! I did it for my son, and my daughter! For them, for justice, I would do anything!

i don't have a ton of energy to write out a verbose meta thinkpiece but tldr zathrian specifically summoned the spirit to enact revenge against the humans that killed his children. the lady and witherfang are two sides of the same coin: the lady as a benevolent motherly figure who guides the werewolves towards their humanity, and witherfang as a savage wolf who compels them to attack the dalish for revenge. the lady would be justice, while witherfang would be vengeance.

i think there's something to be said about how similar her nature is to that of mythal in the dalish legends as well. and how she speaks very similarly to justice in awakening (you can say that's just the Eloquent Spirit Talk but i argue that a lot of them Do speak differently and have different intonations and dialect), and she even thanks zathrian for bringing her to this world because it made her see the beauty of life and love, much the same as justice does in awakening

Lady: You are my maker, Zathrian. You gave me form and consciousness where none existed. I have known pain and love, hope and fear, all the joy that is life.

(Justice) "One can see for miles. I never though the world of mortals would be so beautiful."

Velanna: It seems you actually like this world. Justice: I do. I have had experiences I cannot even begin to explain.

i might reference this in part of a larger theory that i have irt "vengeance" being in the hunger/rage category of demonology but i think it's worth mentioning here because if this spirit embodies nature specifically, i think the "hunger" aspect of vengeance is a good way to look at the idea behind nature being destructive and all-consuming, where survival and life and death and rebirth are a constant cycle. nature is a beast of its own. it can be gentle and nurturing, but it also has the potential to be vicious and cruel.

(guy who runs the justice blog) what if the lady of the forest is a spirit of justice. what then.

[kagehiradaily]

day two - voice clip wednesday 🎬

uhahghfhh tumblr effects r so fun o swear ..

my mika badges arrived tday!! these arent official just custom made but theyre so good quality.. (i am NTO going kverseas to go to animate.. never again)

anyways here we are (if u even care)

actually theyre 10 per design meaning 10 acanthe card badges and 10 new years card badges :33 next time ill show my enstars shrine (old picture since i renovated my room and its in the process of looking better)

yayu bye thanks for your time :3

[chalkrub]

some scrimbles for @bowelfly as part of a trade <:^) the wickedly talented brother gregor and trungo

[viktorapologist]

I am so late to the party but that's not going to stop me from giving y'all my reactions to the latest chapter of byss.

In light of recent jayvik events, if you too agree that Viktor fell first but Jayce fell harder, please read this fic I’m begging you.

It physically pains me to read that Viktor and Jayce have a rift between them. Barely acknowledging each other? Ugh???? I'm so sad. Right from the beginning of the chapter, you can feel that Jayce wants things to go back to normal. He just doesn't know how to fix it yet.

I feel so much empathy for Jayce, how the curiosity about Viktor's secret crush is eating him alive. And the rejection from Viktor hit him square in the chest. All he heard was "I don't want you" even though that's not what Viktor meant. Oh sweet sweet Jayce. You poor thing. Jayce has been so comfortable with their level of intimacy while being totally oblivious to what it means for the two of them. It's interesting to see him finally facing some negative consequences for walking through life unaware of his own feelings for Viktor. He deserves this pain, honestly.

And maybe he'll learn something because of it??

"Jayce's heart plummeted to his feet like an anvil thrown in the river Pilt." God, what a beautiful description. I feel it in my bones.

The way Jayce is so perceptive too? Like he can see that Viktor isn't really angry with him, that it's more like he's afraid of something and Jayce can't tell what it is yet. The puzzle pieces are fitting into place, slowly but surely. THEY KNOW EACH OTHER. Damn it, even when they're having a conflict, they know each other.

It’s satisfying to see the way that Jayce’s priorities have realigned to favor Viktor’s health over everything else. We see him do that in canon when he finds out Viktor is ill, but it’s much too late at that point. The rift had already grown too wide between them. But in this timeskip period, there’s still a chance for Jayce to salvage their bond. The small ways that Jayce and Viktor’s actions echo their characterization from the show is what makes this fic so believable. It’s so immersive.

Okay when Jayce goes into Heimerdinger’s office and worries about entering without permission, I rolled my eyes. He’s so silly. Maybe he’s a little afraid to go to jail again, for trespassing this time? Breaking and entering is no fun if Viktor’s not there too, I guess.

When he writes the note to Heimerdinger and notes that the page is already signed with his own name; Jayce has never been as oblivious as he is in that moment. After thinking about the list of names too! The torture of knowing he’s so close to the truth, yet so far from it. Damn you, Jayce.

Ooooooo when Jayce overhears Viktor discussing things with Heimerdinger, I was locked in. I love a good eavesdropping scene. The tension! The drama! Learning secrets! When a trope is done right, it works so well. Lowkey one of my favorite things about this fic so far is that when a storytelling trope is included, it never feels forced. It always serves a purpose within the narrative and doesn’t feel like it was purely there for the reader to giggle at. Although don’t get me wrong, I’m kicking my feet and smiling at all of emotional reveals.

Heimerdinger tries and fails to convince Viktor to leave Piltover, in an effort to stop the progression of his hanahaki. Honestly thrilled to get more details about Viktor’s feelings on the matter.

“Leaving him isn’t an option.” Oh Viktor. I’m crumpling onto the floor in a puddle. The devotion is too strong. He thinks Jayce is worth dying for.

Overhearing this is what makes Jayce finally shift out of denial and into acceptance that Viktor isn’t dealing with a passing crush. Viktor is truly in love. And this acceptance of that fact leads Jayce to FINALLY realize why he’s been acting the fool lately.

Jealousy.

For some reason (we all know why), Jayce is jealous of the man Viktor loves. Hmmm, how could that be? Maybe because you find Viktor extremely attractive both physically and emotionally, huh Jayce? It’s a big step for him to finally give a name to this thing he’s been feeling for multiple chapters. Proud of him!!!!! Still mad at him for shutting down his thoughts about Viktor being handsome but hey, he’ll get there eventually.

Classic moment having an animal ruin the eavesdropping. I laughed at that. Especially Jayce saying “go away” aaaaaa it’s like a rom-com, I’m obsessed.

Oh my god and when Jayce goes into the office, the way they share a moment as Viktor leaves???? Ugh it’s giving Pride and Prejudice hand touch. The eye contact, the tension, but also the softness?

Mad at Heimerdinger for not giving them a free pass on Progress Day when Viktor is literally dying, but uhhhh points for realism there. Capitalism waits for no one. Don’t mind me over here, crying softly.

And in true Jayce fashion, he stubbornly argues that Heimerdinger failed to convince Viktor to leave Piltover because he didn’t try hard enough. Jayce is convinced that he could do it. And go with Viktor. Of course. (Which is obviously a PROBLEM) Adorable how Jayce immediately starts rattling off a plan that includes himself. As if there’s never a world where Jayce and Viktor aren’t attached at the hip. They’re so in love, I can’t handle it.

Okay is Heimerdinger going to meddle and help Jayce figure out his feelings? The way he was staring him down…the gears were turning.

“Keep him busy,” Heimerdinger says. UM WHAT? Okay sign Viktor’s death certificate right now. He’s dead. So dead. Jayce is going to distract him with happy memories they’ve shared and unintentionally put Viktor right into the coffin. Oh no no no.

Jayce finally gets a chance to apologize, and oh boy is he just the sweetest man there ever was? He’s so honest and open. He really values Viktor’s friendship more than anything. Viktor melts back into their casual banter and I regain all of the years of life I lost at the cliffhanger from the last chapter. Thank god they’re not mad at each other anymore.

When Jayce shared his vision for them escaping out of Piltover together, I can’t even articulate how happy it made me. He’s so in love and doesn’t even know it. The genuine surprise Viktor was probably feeling to hear that. Like he never considered Jayce would run away with him. But Jayce thinks it’s obvious, and they’d have a library and a pet and a garden. Oh fuck me up. I’m going to cry.

Oh oh oh is the little transport robot thing going to be canon in this fic? I don’t know much about it but it seemed like a hint.

And uh, yeah they are obnoxiously flirting at the end. No one can tell me otherwise. Get a room, you two! When they tease each other, it’s my favorite thing. I love it so much.

(Something tells me Jayce’s excellent idea is going to backfire…)

Before Your Sun Sets | Chapter 5 is out! 🌸

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[moeblob]

I love them! So much!

[babybells123]

I’m obsessed with them already