#and see them come to life in new ways in the mind of others

[writingwordsgayly]

if you had told me when I leveled buildings I'd be living in a small village helping rebuild after a calamity I would have killed you, but once I opened my eyes I had to start fresh, no more fearful glances, just Jim behind the bar sliding my drinks to me while I shit talk the dart game going on to my left, they try to pull me into playing, but I'd rather keep competition out of my life, I've chosen the slow life and I will be sticking with it, besides, I'd hate to bruise there egos, because my biggest trick was throwing knives once upon a time. the bell jingles as a group walks in the sound of their laughter fills the air, I glance up, expecting one of the other builders to join me, but my blood runs cold as see him, the one who foiled so many plans, the one who believes me to be dead, he had no part in my retirement, in fact I had already taken him down for my monologue when it all changed, trailing behind him is his party, the warlock sees me first and does her best to draw attention from my side of the bar, she witnessed my shift, played a part of it even, I stand up to shuffle out the back when the party is drawn into the warlocks story, but the dart players can't take a hint and get louder thinking I'll be joining them, I dodge tables as I run for the door, but I hear many foot steps following me, I do not look back, Jim calls out that I better pay my tab later and I throw a few coins over my shoulder, just incase in unable to pay once they catch me.

fresh night air hits my face but I dare not stop, the sounds of the heroes follow me as I run where none in the town will overhear what's to come, I dodge a few crossbow bolts, I bless the empty roads as I make it home, still faster then the team that swore to end me. I turn at my door, ready to accept what is to come, the warlock is first, looking terrified, you see we had the same patron, that is what shifted my perspective, I notice her emblem first, the foe of that patron, gorturth who had offered me freedom of what my patron had twisted me to become, he had manufactured my life to for his narrative, to be the God of a champion, gorturth offered me wisdom,and a quiet place to think, and reflect on what would follow the truth, I see the warlock paladin also turned to her.she smiles slightly seeing my symbol of the same god once again, her friends gather in the clearing, weapons drawn and spells ready, I hold empty hands to the sky, accepting my karma, but a loud shout echos around us, the woodcutter stands in front of me axe in hand

"why are heros menacing a charity worker?" he starts,calmly he was the first to meet the new me, he saw the scars and fear, the brokenness of a fractured truth. the heroes start talking over each other, but he points at the paladin and they quiet down.

"I reckon you have a good head about you" she starts stuttering as she tries to figure out how to explain our mutual betrayal.

"hoath manufactured him into being a villain, he shaped him to be as he was, I was never a true paladin just a misguided warlock..." she quiets down, looking at unimpressed faces. "he saved you!" she points at the head hero, telling a truth I never would have, he pulls the arrow back, aiming it straight at my heart.

"how dare you mind control susan you fiend! I bet you have this whole town under your control. you will never change, once a villain always a villain" he shouts, the party goes quiet as he looses the arrow at me, ignoring the civilian standing in front of me, luckily always quicker then the hero's I push him out of the way, the arrow meets its mark, in my shoulder, never one to go for a kill shot, the cleric is the next to speak

"stop! he would have never tried to protect someone, will you just listen you? he can't escape and he's not fighting back!"

I swallow and begin to speak, the truths tumbel out, the woodcutter takes my hand halfway through,to stabilize me as I speak until I am hoarse, never one for many words, the shortest monologues imaginable is how I worked, I tell them of being abandoned and taught how to to kill, rewarded for it, and how we realized on that night it was all a gods plot, incentive to build fancier temples.

the party stands quiet, as do we all, no clue what follows the truth, the cleric walks towards me slowly, my husband goes to stand in front of me again but he understands these are my consequences to face, the cleric meets my eyes, her eyes are searching, trying to find my hidden motive, see my eyes darting to the clue that will give her the edge, but her eyes soften after a minute, glancing between me an my love, he knows the truth, it's one of the first things I shared once I Decided my new start would be here. she begins to pull the arrow out of my shoulder, and heals it with her magic, my husband invites them in, it seems his secret motive is to gush about my kind Deeds to embarrass me.

You, the villain, faked your death and started over years ago. But you never expected the hero to stumble into your new favorite bar, laughing with their friends.

[fishnapple]

What can bring true satisfaction to your heart?

Let's end this year by hearing what your heart yearns for. And also trying out my new AAB (Animal Advisory Board) set for divination ✨️

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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ORANGE

On the surface level, what feels like satisfaction for you is recognition for your hard work. You feel a sense of lack when it comes to your material possessions, that that sense of lack can affect your sense of self greatly. You could feel that the more you have, the more confident and safe you are, you find safety in a familiar physical world. Working, earning money, and then being recognised for your effort can elevate your "worth" in this world, or so you believe. And being worthy is the solid proof of existence and meaning. But you will soon find that in chasing success and recognition, you risk burning out and losing your vitality, your jest for life. Being too focused on a goal, a task can narrow your perspective and make you feel like life is just a race, a competition. You want to show your best, to be known as the most hard working person, the one who contributes the most, the one who can take on any tasks without fear, the one who shines the brightest. Life seems like a stage where you have to perform constantly, even when you're alone, your actions are being observed by an invisible audience.

But your inner self disagrees with that approach, and it will demand a change from you. You can't keep running in "the race" forever because there's simply no race for you to run, just a life for you to be in and to live. A part of you is sleeping, latent inspirations are trapped inside without the means to be expressed. It's quite contradictory, on the outside, you look so busy and active, always doing something, but on the inside, the energy is stagnant and inactive. This feeling will continue to pile up until you can't take it anymore and want to burst out, to take off. The feeling of true freedom, of flying for the first time will open up a floodgate inside you, you will begin to nurture a different perspective, you will want to slow down your run and look around, suddenly you will find so many interesting things around you that you haven't noticed before.

By being free, you will also have a different view on relationships. Your heart yearns for freedom, freedom to be yourself, and freedom to love. You will want to bond deeply with people, to seek comfort in the emotional sense, not in the physical sense anymore. You seek true understanding, of yourself, of the other person and the world you live in. Deep connections can bring the most satisfaction, something that you might have been oblivious to up until now. You won't seek recognition from the general crowd anymore, you will seek the transparency of being seen completely by a loved one.

WHITE

For this group, I see a lot of images about predators attacking prey. This can mean that you are having contradictory thoughts and feelings inside yourself, like an inner critic, always watching and judging your every wish and action. This creates lots of unnecessary fears in you, you're held prisoner by your own mind. You desire many different things, or said in a different way, many different things can bring you satisfaction, but they can be at odds with each other. The solution for you is to go ahead and do them anyway, no matter how much your mind protest or try to "talk" you out of it, which sometimes can be in a really aggressive way. Your mind can create visions of people ridicule or criticise you for your decisions. What you need to do is triumph over those visions, shoo them away, and just do what you instinctively feel drawn to do and then see for yourself, with you own eyes, the actual outcome, only then will you have solid "proof" to chase away those intrusive thoughts in your mind. For you, getting over your myriad fears will be your biggest achievement and satisfaction. For every victory over your fear, no matter how small, you deserve to get a pat on your back. Be gentle with yourself, but firm enough to give yourself a chance to grow.

About your many desires, one is about receiving and giving love. You might just focus on romance and dating right now, without much serious thought about a long-term commitment and building a family with someone. But in the future, when you allow yourself to grow more and gain new perspectives, the thought of commitment will naturally arise in you. You won't just desire love and affection alone, you also desire a place to call home, a place where someone will be there to welcome you. You will want to nurture someone, and be nurtured back, work for the connection, and see your effort grow into a deep bond. You're working hard right now, but mostly to build your own foundation, later in life, you will want to work hard to build that foundation with another person. Your heart will flourish in the nurturing environment of a steady relationship.

For now, just focus your energy on getting to know yourself, every nook and cranny. Come to your rescue when your mind begins to nag, especially when you want to rest and contemplate hidden things behind the veil of mundane life. Use your resting time to let your mind explore foreign subjects, coax it gently when it tries to resist learning new things. The more you explore, the more your mind will soar, the more your heart will feel tranquil and happy.

PINK

Does the question of whether the person you're attracted to romantically can also be your friend ever cross your mind? Or the question of whether that person can truly connect with you on a mental level? I see the people who chose this group are ardent lovers. The kind that would focus their all on a connection, passionate and gripping. You might be the person who loves falling in love, the feeling of romance and relationships brings you great joy. But the pitfall here is that you tend to idealise the other person and the connection to the point of overlooking some glaring incompatibilities. On a surface level, a person might seem fun and physically ideal to be your partner, but let some time pass and look closer, you will find that you don't really connect on a more deeper level. A telling sign would be that conversations are lacklustre, there's an uncomfortable silence between you, the subjects of the conversation are superficial. In the long run, this can create dissatisfaction in the relationship.

What you might not realise is that a deep bond, especially forged over many conversations, is essential to your feeling of overall happiness about life. Friendship matters, even love should be built based upon friendship. Having many people who you can call friends is actually more satisfying than having many lovers, friends who come from many walks of life, from all around the world. Having a group of close friends who can go on adventures with you, who can nurture you, who can build you up, who can make your mind buzzing, who can be your family, that's what brings true satisfaction to your heart.

Can you see the stag nipping at a tree while the peacock is facing the opposite direction? I think right now, the way you express yourself can be like a form of reaction to the specific person whom you're interacting with, rather than just communicating who you are in general. In conversations, you might try to act more cool, showing the best of yourself in order to build a favourable image, which is what all of us do to some degrees, consciously or not. But this shape-shifting energy can be detrimental to really connect with the other person. Instead of letting the other person provide you with 'nutrition' for your mind and heart, you're busy impressing them. This can happen in all your interactions, whether with strangers, acquaintances, friends, family, lovers. You should take a more relaxed approach, allowing the words to seep into you leisurely, building friendship as if growing a tree, then you will have a flourished heart.

GREEN

The word 'Success' has a lot of meanings to you, and all meanings have weight that defines your life. For you, being successful doesn't have to be about earning lots of money of being famous, though that is a part of the 'Success' that you pursue, it's not all. You want to leave behind your legacies, the proof that you exist, the proof that you have lived hard and well, that your life has meaning.

Throughout your life, you will encounter various stumbling blocks that require you to reinvent yourself, like ascending a stairway, each step bring your higher, closer to your ideals. You're willing to change yourself, to bring about a complete overhaul, allow yourself to play various roles, don many masks, life is a big stage and you're a magician, a jester or a seller, who always has something to dazzle and sell to the audience. This 'performance' is not fake or disingenuous at all, it's what you're born to do, to achieve prestige and finally reach the top of the stairway.

You have a core that's very malleable and agile, constantly moving, though it can help you be flexible and move through situations with ease, it can create an inner confusion. You feel like you have to be at all places, here and there, never settle down, forever swimming, nothing can hold you down and keep you in one place for long. This fuels your desire to find an anchor in the physical world. To know what you've done, what you've achieved, where you need to go. You need external structure and stability so that your internal spirit can swim freely. You can move a lot, but you need to feel a sense of home wherever you're. And that's not easy to achieve. But you have the knack to connect instantly with people, you can make the most distant stranger your friend in no time. The more people surround you, the safer you feel. Community and sense of camaraderie soothe you nomad heart. As long as you have people around you, everywhere can be your home.

And in that hope will you work your magic, working tirelessly to build your foundation. Even though your spirit is a nomad, constantly moving, you have trouble letting go of things and people, gradually, the stuff you pack with you gets more and more heavy, slowing you down. The challenge for you is to learn when to let go, to travel light. What your heart truly wants is the feeling of ascending the ladder, of knowing that you've done something meaningful and left a mark, of giving away the fruits of your labour, not the feeling of possessing and holding on to as many things as possible.

[mossangelll]

HII HOW R U?? I was wondering if u could make a yandere caitvi x reader(like a poly relationship). Just headcannons if u like!! I really love ur postss💗💗

Yandere!Caitvi x Reader Headcanons

i’m great, tysm for requesting! sorry it’s taken me a while to get to this ^^

i was gonna add a section on how they kidnap you (figured i’d use it for a different fic) and an nsfw section but i didn’t know if anyone wanted that so i skipped it this time

HOW THEY MEET YOU

ok so vi is the one who notices you first - at first, you’re just another person who blends into the crowd at her fights

but then she begins to see you at every single fight of hers without fail, always with a huge handmade sign that says something like “step on ME, vi” or “vi, you’re the BEST!”

she thinks it’s endearing how someone like you, so unassuming and cute, is hanging around shady dens like this just to support her

you manage to catch her at the bar after one of her fights and you two strike up an unlikely friendship

she starts to fall head over heels for you - you don’t seem to care or even notice that she’s a mess

in fact, you’re hellbent on fixing her and she can’t help but have massive heart eyes at this point even though she’d normally find something like this demeaning (she doesn’t need to be saved!)

all her life, she’s chased after the people she loved and prioritised their well-being and now someone’s finally doing the same for her

you make her feel so seen at a time in her life when she feels incredibly lost and worthless

however it’s at this point vi leaves the fighting scene and reconnects with cait - you gave her the strength to do so

vi always feels guilty about this but you’re always in the back of her mind, a hopeful what if to ponder on the lonely nights after a lover’s quarrel with cait

so it’s nothing short of serendipity when cait starts to come home later and later, talking about a new recruit who has potential that needs to be nurtured and look at that - it’s you

cait knows she needs to be faithful to vi, she would never dream of going behind her back, but she’s drawn to you in a way that simultaneously confuses her and excites her

she becomes your mentor and sees parts of herself in you and that just makes her obsession infatuation that much worse

cait blurs the line between appropriate behaviour between a subordinate and their junior; she shows up at your door randomly for a “work assignment” and pries into the private details of your love life

if she finds out you’re dating someone or interested in someone other than her, your work life becomes a living nightmare

you’ll constantly be admonished for the tiniest infractions simply because she’s wants you all to herself and doesn’t know how to express her emotions in a healthy way

vi can’t even find it in herself to be jealous when she sees the lustre in cait’s blue eyes, one that’s only reserved for her, starts to come out whenever she’s around you but she does feel left out, after all, vi found you first

the two end up having a conversation and realise that they can’t live without you in their lives - all to themselves, that is

OK TIME FOR WHAT THEY’RE LIKE IN A RELATIONSHIP

honestly i think vi is the one you can wrap around your pinkie finger - she has such a soft spot for the people she loves and she’s not afraid of making it known

you want more treats? she’ll sneak them in

you want to go outside? ok, but vi is handcuffing you to her and you can only stay out for five minutes

surprisingly she respects your boundaries and tries not to be overly affectionate with you when you don’t want to be, even if it kills her inside

don’t think you can ask to talk to family and friends though, that’s completely off-limits and you will see a sadistic side to vi she doesn’t normally let out

i imagine her punishments would be something to the effect of her saying extremely cruel and upsetting things to you to remind you of your place

she would also be into physical punishments like spanking but not anything that could really hurt you - she would have a breakdown if she hurt you to the point of serious injury and would never forgive herself

cait on the other hand is essentially the “bad cop” in this scenario, it’s not that she doesn’t love you, in fact i would say she’s probably more obsessed than vi is, it’s that she doesn’t want to risk anything bad happening to you whatsoever

she went lax on punishing zaunites and it ended up with her mother dead - she’s not taking any risks when it comes to you

it harder to tell with cait but she does try to show her affection, it’s just not as obvious as the way she acts to vi

she does like to be physically affectionate with you more than vi does but this too is very subtle

she likes to make these actions seem like a necessity when really it’s for her own satisfaction

e.g. she’ll hold you hand and profess it’s because “you might fall over” even though you can see the faint blush on her cheeks - you’re both aware it’s a terrible lie but are equally too embarrassed to mention it

like in my other work, her shows of affection come from giving you books, painting lessons and expensive clothes, etc. - she wants to nurture your talents and expose you to the finer things in life that you’ve missed out on

she lowkey has a superiority complex when it comes to this lmao but i think she does it all to mask her deep insecurities

she doesn’t want to seem weak in front of her darling

her punishments are more harsh. i feel like she would put you in isolation and leave you hungry if you refuse to abide by her or vi’s rules

i hc that this stems from her childhood; her mother would withhold affection (maybe not to this extent) whenever she misbehaved and this way of thinking carried over to adulthood

this means that caitlyn and vi do tend to argue over what they think is best for you and it lowkey gives divorced parents energy - they’re constantly trying to prove themselves right

it’s a very volatile environment to be in

imo this is kinda cait and vi’s way of flirting too 😭 in the aftermath they look back on it like ‘awww she cares so much about our darling she’s willing to fight over them - so cute!’

their relationship stays mostly the same as it was before just a lil more intense

they’d both be yandere for each other, it just manifests a lot more strongly with you

like, they know they can look after themselves but you’re so weak they need to go above and beyond to ensure their most precious darling is safe

they both plan detailed daily routines for you and you’re micromanaged down to the smallest details: how long you can sleep for, the food you eat, the exercises you do, the clothes you wear, the people you can interact with

in my mind, this takes place at the end of s2 so you live with them in cait’s mansion - they’ve both experienced a LOT of trauma which contributes to them developing a codependent relationship and having to drag someone else into their mess

it’s definitely a stifling relationship and it feels like you’re never truly alone, if for some reason they can’t be there with you there’ll always be a trusted maid or enforcer keeping tabs on you

omg wait they definitely give you a diary and say it’s private but at the end of the night they’ll read through it to see if you’re planning anything they wouldn’t agree with

cait came up with the idea and vi thinks it’s a violation of your privacy but she goes along with it anyway

would never admit it but secretly it’s her favourite time of the day (if she respects your physical boundaries, she’s gotta break some other boundaries - give her a break!)

they just want to patch up the pain they feel from all the losses they’ve had to deal with and unfortunately for you, you’re their bandages

masterlist

[wihellib]

To answer your question of what we did to Raphael last year. There was no Christmas event last year. There was just the release of the three seraphim L cards.

They all start with the same premise. Minhyeok made a sincere Christmas wish for peace. And it was granted as a Christmas miracle. Devils and angels couldn’t hurt each other.

In Raphael’s card, MC was in Abyssos celebrating Christmas. Beel shows up and gives them a gift of devil horns, wings, leash, ball gag, and devil tail butt plug saying it suits them.

Raphael crash lands in Hell as part of the Christmas miracle. Him and Beel try to attack each other but find that it doesn’t work. Recognizing the Christmas miracle and wanting to take advantage of the situation, Raphael is overrun by sheer numbers. They tie him up and take him to a SM club. MC follows later.

Beel tells MC to take charge and use the gift he got for them on Raphael. MC starts to mess Raphael up with the other patron devils and Beel and Bael watching. Raphael is extremely angry by this turn of events, but is physically reacting.

Raphael is confused by what he’s feeling and the MC encourages him to be honest and allow himself this pleasure.

Raphael has never touched himself before or climaxed, so he gets even more confused when MC starts to touch his chastity cage, all while they’re still telling him that this feeling isn’t wrong.

He starts thinking that the only reason his body is feeling this way is because this is God’s will. And your encouragement is reminding him of God, which means this pleasure he’s feeling must be what God wanted, so he begins to give himself over to it.

MC is able to take off his chastity belt (the only one of the three seraphim cards where this happens), even though they shouldn’t be able to. Raphael then comes to the conclusion that this is God’s will and He wanted to teach Raphael this feeling to make him into a higher angel. Raphael give himself over entirely to this new feeling and then MC makes him cum for the first time in his long life.

After, Raphael had calmed considerably and pulled MC towards him and kissed them. Said he’d see them later and that he’d kill them, but also that he liked them.

Each of the three seraphim cards had a brief scene in heaven at the very end with the starring seraphim and Raphael is the only one who’s happy.

So, Raphael’s mind shifted during this card to associate MC with God and the pleasure they give him as what God wanted. This didn’t happen in the other two seraphim cards which is why Raphael is the only one that really shows favour to MC.

Raphael

Aesthetically Michael is definitely my favourite angel. But on all other metrics Raphael takes the cake.

The other two seraphim don’t talk about their L card, whereas Raphael does. So, Raphael’s Christmas time in Hell last year with you and Beelzebub canonically happened.

It’s interesting how much more fond of you (in his own way) Raphael is compared to how the other two hate your guts.

Raphael by far has the most potential of the three to become a fallen angel. And, if he does, it’s going to be because of you.

[rottenherbs]

Lost to Family // G.W x reader

Request: I was wondering if I could request a George Weasley x reader where they have been dating in secret for a while because the reader's family are death eaters, but she doesn't agree with them and in the battle of Hogwarts she has to choose a side to fight and she goes with George? (also Fred lives please)

Word count:1.8k

Authors note: Happy christmas! I hope you guys are having a wonderful winter so far. I just finished this tonight , tis the season eh?

[masterlist]

Much love, Saige

———————-

Your life like many other hogwarts students, were ripped to shreds in a way that wasn’t anticipated. Every moment was under the threat of your demise, loved ones gone, friends choosing to fight with the enemy, face to face with death around every corner.

You were 17. Your life was allegedly in its peak, your body limber and amble, your mind sharp as a tack, your life romantic and soft. The moment the news that Dumbledore had been killed changed everything you once knew. You didn’t know who you could trust, only keeping your boyfriend's family close. Harnessing your new skills of defensive and reactive spells, you retrieved a letter in the mail from your parents, one that you thought would never come.

———

You and George had been facing a practicing dummy in the backyard attempting a new set of spells that Lupin had shared with the younger students in the order.

“Dear! A letter!” Molly shouted from the burrow, echoing lightly over to you and George.

“That’s for you.” He laughed nudging your shoulder. “She doesn’t call me dear, just George… or Fred.”

You chuckled, slipping your wand into your sweatshirt and kissed him on the cheek turning and leaving him to practice without you.

Walking into the burrow, Molly held the letter in her hands, noticeably fidgeting the paper in between her fingers.

“I’m sorry, we had to open it first to make sure it was safe.” She handed it over, the envelope ripped slightly revealing the corner to a dark black cardstock. You furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing it slowly

Our sweetest girl.

Please take this letter as an open invitation, to understand our way of life.

We have met so many wonderful people. We have learned the correct way of life. We have missed your presence dearly.

Power is held within purity. Your soul is pure, you can be saved if you choose to fight for the right side.

We wish to keep you safe, keep you civilized.

Keep you in the ascendency of moral righteousness

Mum and Dad

Your heart sank to your stomach, each passing word taking the breath out of your lungs. Your eyes stung, not realizing you had kept your eyes open for over a minute, reading and rereading the short letter. Your head began to shake in disapproval, tears streaming down your face.

You understood your parents had gone missing during the year, believing their belligerent morals towards Voldemort had gotten them killed. You had mourned them. You had gone through grief in a way you couldn’t describe. The new information that their existence was proven in a handwritten letter had opened a wound you thought was closed forever.

“Oh.” Molly walked over, holding your shaking body, slumping your entire weight into her short frame. You were too distraught to notice George entering the house, rushing over to you quickly. The letter had fallen from your hands, sliding across the kitchen floor near his feet.

Picking it up and reading, his ears had gone red in anger, though his body felt an uncontrollable sadness. He had been with you when you got word they had passed, now standing in confusion, all of the past year feeling like a lie.

It took you a few hours to calm down fully, but you ended up laying down in George’s arms, soothing you as much as he could. Not only had the war been coming closer with each passing day, the new information that your name had been wanted for voldemorts army had placed an intricate target on your back. Would you see your parents? would they kill you themselfs? Every thought that passed through your mind was morbidly macabre. Only the sounds of George’s sweet voice kept you from truly spirling.

“Me and you. I promise. I promise”

-

A letter had been sent to the burrow one night, unsigned yet a small inked paw print placed sloppily in the corner, signaling a message from McGonagall. She had been a set of eyes on the inside of Hogwarts, ready to dispatch help the moment it was needed.

Lighting has struck

Word had gotten to the snake

Unknown arrival

Preparation underway

The letter was short, incredibly succinct but told us we were finally being called to the front lines. Hogwarts would be under attack in mear hours. All of the Weasley family that weren’t at hogwarts had gotten dressed and hugged another tightly, a solemn silence over the family, understanding the implications of what is to come.

Holding George’s hand, he leaned down placing a kiss on your head shooting you a confident wink before apperating you both.

You both arrived in Mcgonagals office, looking around nervously hoping your presence wasn’t heard by the wrong crowd. You waited patiently both snooping around with eachother not ever having the opportunity to be in her office, and alone at that.

Soon the door swung open, a young blonde witch quickly closing it behind her.

“You're here! Wonderful!” Luna beamed, her smile wide and genuine as she looked at you and George. “Well come on. No time for pleasantries.” She quipped, opening the door and ushering you both out. She held up a finger to her lips, shushing you both as you stepped out into the hallway.

Nostalgia hit you the moment your feet clacked against the stone flooring. Memories of the 7 years of wonder and peace you spent in the halls quickly dissolved as you remembered why you were there. The memories break into just small crippling distasteful feelings, leaving you numb as you walk faster down the corridor.

Arriving at a plain stone wall, Luna looked around as the stone morphed into a beautifully intricate door, swinging open just enough to slip your bodies through. The other side was warm and lively, many students laughing together in small piles of makeshift beds and blankets.

You and George were taken into a hug by Ron and Hermione simultaneously, both squeezing you from all sides, comforting you deeply. Once they pulled away, all four of you looked at each other sadly.

“It must be really happening huh.” Ron mumbled, his smile faltering into a straight lipped grimace. “Its still nice to see you y/n, even with the circumstances.” Ron leaned, his smile returning momentarily.

“It’s always nice to see you Ron” You smiled looking around the room once more.

“Oh this is kinda like our headquarters.” Hermione spoke looking around at the room proudly. “Students made it themselves. Those who want to fight.”

The hundreds of students around the room felt comforting and disgustingly frightening. These teens are all willing to put their life on the line for what is right, just like you. All of these children, teens, barely adults, all stuck in a situation that is out of their hands.

———

The fight started abruptly. You and the members of the order took their places around the castle fortifying the sky with a powerful shield spell, hopefully holding out the enemy in anyways possible. George kept you close, determined to keep you safe. Keep you alive.

The sky went silent, the shield sending a glimmering cast over the stars. You and George sat, tired from the journey, holding each other close for as long as you could. You both didn’t know when the fight would begin, but for this moment you two were together and that’s all that mattered.

“I wish it was plant have to end this way” you mumbled resting your chin on your hand. George leaned back, his wand gripped tightly in his hand.

“I know love. We all do.” He mumbled back. Both of you stayed together for a few hours. Out of nowhere a deep pain struck your mind; a voice echoing as if they were inside your head.

Return Harry Potter

You fell to your knees, the pain lingering making you want to scream. George held his head next to yours, his eyes displayed and confused. Had you all heard it?

You both had the decision to meet the others in the courtyard, a feeling of yield over the fight. Having a limited time until they find Harry themselfs you knew you had to reconcile and replan.

Both of you walked hand in hand through the halls. Stone archways and paintings were broken to pieces, rubble scattered everywhere. You felt like you wanted to sob, to stop and feel all of the emotions flowing through your body but felt numb, unable to act on the feelings. You just sighed and gasped as you and George passed your favorite areas, the smoke still filling rooms from fires and spells.

Arriving at the main courtyard you felt safer, surrounded by all of the students you sat in the room of requirement. The feeling of power in numbers. Nothing broke your heart further than when you looked across the bridge two familiar faces looked back, eyes swollen with tears and clothes bloody from wounds.

“Darling! Y/n! Darling!” Your mother yelled eagerly, her smile unwavering and hands outstretched towards you. The crowd hushed at the sound, surprised at the courage of those who spoke so loudly. Your legs became heavy, unable to move or react. Your eyes widened but your lips tightens together, nothing but anger and frustration running through your veins.

How dare she adress you. How dare she show ties to you.

“Mmmm yes. The daughter of my most faithful new members.” Voldemort purred, his sharp yellowed teeth baring towards you. You didn’t move, your eyes making eye contact with the dark lord sent shivers down your spine. You wondered how easy it was to persuade your parents.

George’s hand tightened in yours, looking between you and Voldemort quickly, his body tense and stoic. It felt as if he was holding you in place, the thought that you’d take a step forward raced across his mind. The idea that you’d be pulled across the invisible line between the sides.

“Darli-“ she started again, her smile faltering slightly. Voldemort’s hand whipped up silencing her quickly. She swallowed awkwardly attempting to not show her fear.

“Let the child decide.” He bellowed, prone in this arms towards you, his followers enveloping into a loud cheers. You made eye contact with your mother once more, deciding that would be the last time you ever would.

“I do not belong with you.” You shouted, your voice shaking slightly. George’s hand shook yours lightly in reassurance, your body and mind feeling like it could take no more.

[vickytaa]

𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘?

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔶: A new video in collaboration with Sam and Colby, where the group enters an abandoned church full of mysteries. What starts as an exciting adventure quickly turns into a nightmare. Y/n will have terrifying nightmares and must fight her fears after entering the darkness.

"Welcome back, everyone! It's Sam and Colby. Today we brought some special guests to help us on this great adventure of the abandoned church." Colby explained.

It was the first time I was going to participate in an adventure that was related to the paranormal world. My grandmother used to work in dealing with those from beyond; she used to warn me that it was something very dangerous, but not to be afraid, but to respect them, 'you don't know what can happen if you dishonor them' she used to tell me.

So that's what I did, all my life I tried to keep a certain distance, but with a great curiosity, which I believed more and more inside me. And that's why today I decided to come here, accompanied by my boyfriend and my best friends, ready to face the unknown.

Sam introduced us to the camera and quickly began to explain what we would do today. "Well, for those who don't know, this is the St. Bernadette Church. Built in 1740, in terrible conditions; thousands of workers died on the site, but few know why. There were many moments where paranormal activity exceeded normal levels. The first few years were simple movements of objects, almost imperceptible, but quickly turned into sudden knocks, people levitating and there was even an attempted arson." Sam explained. A shiver ran down my spine.

I gently squeezed Matt's hand, who was next to me, a little nervous but just as curious as me, to let him know that I was a little scared of what was going to happen.

He moved his hand, wrapping his arm around my waist and giving me a small kiss on the head, trying to calm my nerves.

Sam finished explaining what we were going to do and we headed inside the church. We were all amazed by the sheer size of the place, the stained-glass windows on the walls, through which the moonlight shone. The place was huge, full of endless doors.

Near the altar was the man who was going to share his story of the place and help us explore the church. His face was pale, a long black robe wrapped around his body, and despite the distance, you could see that his hands looked...burned.

How strange...

Matt seemed to read my mind, our eyes meeting as his grip on my waist tightened, trying to keep me as close as possible.

My heart raced as a cold breeze swept through the room, making me shiver momentarily. My hands were colder than before, my eyes darting around, trying to memorize as much of the place as I could, in case I got lost, so I would know where the exit was.

Before we started any communication method, we all decided to explore, but since the place was too big to explore all together, we agreed to split up. Everyone went their own way with a different camera.

"Are you sure?" Matt asked me, noticing my panicked expression. I was terrified of the idea of being alone in a church where there were supposedly ghosts, but I decided to be brave and nodded to Matt. "See you in an hour," Chris said. We all separated, each choosing their own path.

With one hand, I held the camera, pointing it at the door, while with the other I opened it. My heart was pounding in my chest, and the air I breathed was so cold it hurt to inhale.

I gripped the doorknob and slowly turned it to open it. Darkness enveloped the room, I could barely see anything, and what I could see was thanks to the camera's flashlight.

"Here we go..." I said softly, trying to sound calm, but my trembling voice betrayed me.

With each step, the old floorboards creaked under my feet, amplifying the deathly silence. Fear coursed through my veins, and the desperation of not being able to see anything began to set in.

After walking a few steps, I could no longer see the door due to the lack of light. As I approached a wall, I began to see portraits of people and some drawings of angels. A shiver ran down my spine, not from the cold, but from an inexplicable feeling of being watched. The camera light traveled across the walls and the faces of people, their eyes seemed to reflect a weariness and a void that I couldn't describe in words.

The dampness and musty smell enveloped me, intensifying the atmosphere of mystery. The crunch of broken glass under my foot made me jump, "Ah!" I screamed at the unexpected noise, which shattered the tense silence.

Slowly, I looked away from the paintings and down at my foot, where the noise had originated. I slowly brought the camera closer to see more clearly. The air caught in my throat as I realized what it was. A portrait, just like the others, only this one wasn't of a person... it was of the devil. For a moment, I thought I heard a faint laugh, like a whisper lost in the shadows.

The church felt alive, or rather, inhabited by something else. Something that wasn't of this world. With every corner I explored, my fear grew more and more.

Shivers ran down my spine, 'I must be imagining things,' I thought. I continued to stare at the portrait on the floor, as if hypnotized by its detail, despite how terrifying the image was. Suddenly, I saw something else besides my reflection in the glass that protected the portrait. It looked like a nun kneeling, as if she were praying or crying...

I slowly turned my head,

nothing.

The room seemed to shrink, even though I couldn't see well. The darkness was growing, my heart pounding a mile a minute, almost as if it were going to burst out of my chest. My breathing also quickened, the urgent thought of wanting to leave grew impatiently. I had to get out of there.

"Fuck this," I said, venturing back into the darkness to find the exit. I couldn't see anything but the old wooden floorboards beneath my feet. My hands began to tremble, it felt like I was walking in circles, finding no way out.

It started to get very cold, strangely, because it was the middle of summer. My breath began to tremble, now more from the cold I was feeling. And suddenly, a chilling, deep voice echoed from afar, "You dared to enter the darkness?" I froze. Small tears of fear rolled down my cheeks. What was going to happen to me? What was I going to do?

My face full of panic, I started running forward, not knowing what I might encounter. My mind was filled with millions of scenarios of what could happen at that moment.

My whole body was trembling, trying to escape this supernatural force. Running, I found the door I had opened, finally, I grabbed the handle and turned it to open it and...

it was closed.

"Help! Matt!" I screamed as I pounded on the door, crying out of desperation to get out. "Help, please!" My accelerated heartbeat sounded louder than my screams. I kept asking for help, pounding the door harder, screaming louder, doing everything I could to stay alive. I turned my head to look back into the room, where I still couldn't see, not a single window, not a bit of light. The darkness was my greatest fear, and now I was fighting against it.

"Help," I cried non-stop, my strength waning. Suddenly I felt the door open quickly, a sense of relief washed over me as I saw Matt and his brothers approaching me. "Y/n! What happened to you?" they asked worriedly. My ears were ringing, my mind was clouded, my breathing was returning to normal.

"Matt..." I managed to choke out, my sobs the only thing coming out. He hugged me tightly, trying to calm me down. "It's okay, love, I'm here, we're all here with you, okay? Calm down," Matt said in such a calm voice that made me forget everything that had happened.

After a few minutes, I felt strong enough to share what had happened to me. We were all in a circle, trying to be close to share a feeling of safety and tranquility.

"There was someone there," I said without warning. Everyone turned to look at me, even though I couldn't see them because my head was resting against Matt's chest. "Who?" Colby asked. Fear was still running through my veins, the image in my head of what had happened made me feel my chest tightens.

"A nun... I- I couldn't see her face but it looked like she was..." "Crying," Sam finished my sentence. With a surprised face, I slowly nodded. Sam and Colby looked at each other, they seemed scared, as if what had happened shouldn't have happened.

"How do you know she was going to say that?" Chris asked with a face full of fear. They both looked at each other again, seeking approval on whether or not to tell us.

"Searching..." Sam sighed lightly before continuing, as if he was frustrated. "Investigating the place, we realized there was a known story of a girl who had gone through the same thing, many years ago," Sam explained. We all remained with the same curiosity, wondering what happened to the girl, what it had to do with what had happened, thousands and thousands of unanswered questions.

"And what happened to her?" Nick asked, worried about something happening to me where he couldn't help. "She..." Sam hesitated to continue, knowing that if I knew what had happened to the girl, I wouldn't be able to sleep. "She....

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[alrightbuckaroo]

What a year, huh! I haven't nearly as much as I did last year, but June was my very first time feeling confident writing smut during the entire nine years I've been writing fanfiction, so I'm treating that as a personal victory. Anyways, here's the goods, my personal favorites are in red (you already know, string of fate):

tender eyes that shine | M | 16.1k words

A character study in which Carlos learns to love himself a little more, even the soft parts.

love can pull you out of yesterday | T | 38.9k words

The day TK falls through the ice is a day that Carlos doesn't want to remember, but it's one he can't forget. It's the day he's currently stuck living over and over and over again.

something to give each other | E | 11.9k words

12 times TK and Carlos love each other in their rawest form. or Sex. 12 ways.

goodnights and goodbyes | G | 4.6k words

TK and Carlos journey to New York for the first time to attend TK's high school reunion. While Carlos is dreading the thought of socialization in a new city, TK is dreading the thought of running into something, or rather someone, from his past.

furever home | G | 4.9k words

“Do you think he bites?” TK asks, bringing Carlos back to the present. His question is laced with uncertainty, but it’s not strong enough to raise cause for concern. “You didn’t seem to mind biting all that much the other night,” Carlos playfully counters, pulling out the plastic food dish that’s covered in imprinted black paw-prints. Pun, somewhat intentional. TK, fondly, rolls his eyes. “Really?” Carlos' chuckles are lost in the mix of kibble hitting the bottom of the plastic bowl. “Force of habit,” He defends with a shrug. or Carlos and TK get a dog.

modus operandi | E | 1.1k words

Carlos walks through the front door, smelling of gunpowder, sweat, and satisfaction.TK almost falls apart on the kitchen floor right then and there. He’s just finishing putting Lou II back in his tank and putting the rest of the bell pepper away. “Hey baby,” TK greets, his smile turning a bit electric when he seems the gleam in Carlos’ eyes. He watches as Carlos takes off his hat and removes his holster. “Just finished feeding Lou II. He was hungry.” “He’s not the only one,” Carlos declares before undoing the knot in his tie. He collides with TK, mouths overtaking one another, no air escaping between them. Carlos tastes like married life, missed dinners and the right kind of mayhem. or Carlos solves the case and needs to put all of the adrenaline somewhere.

devour me | E | 20.5k words

de·vour [ dih-vou-uhr, -vou-er ]: to consume destructively, recklessly, or wantonly or kinktober prompt fills

come home to my heart | M | 2.8k words

TK crawls up his body as if he’s a path only he gets to trek. As soon as they’re face to face, TK briefly stills, falling even more in love with his husband’s eyes. Brown, warm, and somehow both inviting and begging to be let in. TK wants to tell him that he doesn’t need to beg; there’s a place in his heart where he’s always welcomed. Carlos smiles and TK’s pulled out of his thoughts, smiling back, almost subconsciously. He can’t help it, Carlos just has this effect on him. He leans in, and Carlos opens his mouth, the heat tantalizing and teasing. or a 5x05 Coda in which we see "sexy time" reach fruition and that loving kiss become something more

moments in love

when the morning comes

a pretty good team

it's okay. we're okay.

sidewalk chalk, covered in snow

Don't worry, I'm not done, I made a couple of gif sets too!

“and you were gazing at me, more than gazing — my gaze was dreaming you, and yours was dreaming me.”

a boy's best friend is his mother

Thanks to @heartstringsduet, @bonheur-cafe @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @whatsintheboxmh, and @henrygrass for the tags!

No pressure tagging the lot of you because I want everyone to show off:

@reyesstrand, @herefortarlos, @carlos-in-glasses, @paperstorm, @actual-sleeping-beauty, @ambiguouspenny

@sapphic--kiwi, @strandnreyes, @sheholdsthemoon, @sanjuwrites, @decafdino

@danieljradcliffe, @freneticfloetry, @guardian-angle22, @goldenskykaysani, @hereghostslive

@honeybee-taskforce, @kiloskywalker, @lutavero, @literateowl, @lemonlyman-dotcom

@lightningboltreader, @orchidscript, @irispurpurea, @ironheartwriter, @irispurpurea

@your-catfish-friend, @three-drink-amy, @theghostofashton, @thebumblecee, @tellmegoodbye

@rosedavid, @reasonandfaithinharmony, @ravens-words, @captain-gillian, @nancys-braids

@emsprovisions, @never-blooms, @eclectic-sassycoweyes, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes

@basilsunrise, @carlos-in-glasses, @carlos-tk, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@mikibwrites, @everlastingday, @noxsoulmate, @lire-casander and of course, the biggest open tag every <3

and as always, if it's been hard to create this year, that doesn't make you any less of a writer, artist, gif maker, etc. you just needed a break, we all do sometimes :)

[gardenladysworld]

Starbound hearts

Status: I'm working on it

Pairings: Neteyam x human!f!reader

Aged up characters!

Genre/Warnings: fluff, slow burn, oblivious characters, light angst, hurt/comfort, pining

Summary: In the breathtaking, untamed beauty of Pandora, two souls from different worlds find themselves drawn together against all odds. Neteyam, the dutiful future olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya clan, is bound by the expectations of his people and the traditions of his ancestors. She, a human scientist with a love for Pandora’s wonders, sees herself as an outsider, unworthy of the connection she craves.

Tags: @nerdylawyerbanditprofessor-blog, @ratchetprime211, @poppyseed1031

Part 7

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Part 8: To chat

The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the outpost’s systems and the occasional beep from a monitor in the distance. You lay in bed, freshly showered, your hair still damp against the pillow. The lights were dim, just enough to cast faint shadows on the walls, but your mind was far from at rest. Sleep refused to come; your thoughts anchored back in the clearing.

You stared at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of someone trying to will themselves into relaxation. But your heart had other plans. It kept pulling you back to him—to Neteyam. His golden eyes, always so sharp and intense, had a way of looking right through you. And when they softened, when they focused entirely on you, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Your lips pressed together in a faint, self-deprecating smile. You were an idiot, weren’t you? Falling for someone so completely out of reach. You’d told yourself it was impossible, that whatever you felt was just admiration or gratitude for his kindness. But it wasn’t. It hadn’t been for a long time. You loved him. More than you had any right to.

And that was the crux of it. You had no right to feel this way. Neteyam was Na’vi—a future olo’eyktan, no less. He belonged to a people whose traditions you couldn’t fully understand, whose world you were merely a guest in. A guest who couldn’t even breathe the air without a mask. You laughed softly, the sound bitter. How could you even entertain the idea of belonging here, let alone by his side?

Na’vi mated for life. That thought twisted something deep inside you. Mating wasn’t just a bond to them—it was sacred, something blessed by Eywa herself. And you? You weren’t Na’vi. You weren’t even like Jake Sully, who had become one of them through Eywa’s grace. You were just a human, stuck in a fragile body on a planet that could reject you at any moment.

Your hand drifted to your chest, fingers brushing over the fabric of your shirt as if you could somehow calm the ache there. You’d left Earth nine years ago, trading the polluted skies and dying ecosystems for the chance to study the beauty of Pandora. Six years in cryosleep and three years of working for the RDA. At the first year, the science had been enough. You were fascinated by Pandora’s ecosystems, the intricacies of its interconnected life. But that wonder had slowly been eclipsed by something else.

When you first arrived at the village with Norm and Max, the Na’vi had been wary of you. Understandable, really. You were a new face, an outsider. But over the last 2 years, things had shifted. You’d become close to a few of them—especially the Sully family. Kiri’s sharp wit, Tuk’s boundless enthusiasm, and Lo’ak’s constant teasing had become fixtures in your life. Jake trusted you. He considered you a friend, just like Norm and Max. Even Neytiri, who still watched you with quiet reservation, no longer bristled when you were near.

And then there was Neteyam.

You closed your eyes, as if that could block out the image of him. But it didn’t. His face was burned into your mind—those piercing golden eyes, his smooth blue skin marked with faint bioluminescent patterns, the sharp line of his jaw. His ears betrayed him constantly, flicking with emotion he probably thought he was hiding. His tail too, swaying or twitching in ways you’d come to recognize. Every movement was a language of its own, and you found yourself obsessed with understanding it.

He was so different from you, yet you couldn’t help but love him. You didn’t even know when it had started—when admiration had turned into affection, when affection had turned into longing. But it was there, undeniable and all-consuming.

You sighed, rolling onto your side. You tried to think about something else—anything else. Ethan’s smug face popped into your mind, and you grimaced. Of course, you’d dealt with men like him before. Men who thought they had a right to your attention, who didn’t take a polite smile as a no. He was irritating, sure, but compared to some of the creeps back on Earth, he was almost laughable.

Still, it wasn’t Ethan that lingered in your thoughts. It was the way Neteyam had looked at you, the protective edge in his voice when he’d spoken to Ethan, the unspoken promise in his golden eyes when he asked if you were all right. It was the way he crouched beside you, his massive frame somehow comforting rather than intimidating. It was the way his presence made you feel... safe.

And that was dangerous. Because safety made you want more. It made you imagine things you had no business imagining. Things like a life where you weren’t just a human in a strange world, where you weren’t someone who could be sent back to Earth on a whim if the RDA decided you weren’t useful anymore. Things like a life where you weren’t just a guest in his world but a part of it.

But that wasn’t your reality. Your reality was this: You were a scientist, working on Pandora to collect data and hopefully secure enough money to live comfortably on Earth when you went back. That was the deal. That had always been the deal.

So why did it feel like your heart had other plans?

Your hand tightened briefly in the sheets before you released a slow breath. No matter what you felt, no matter how much you wished things could be different, you couldn’t change who you were. And you couldn’t ask him to change who he was. All you could do was cherish the time you had with him, however fleeting it might be.

Despite it all, your heart refused to let go. I love him more than I should, you admitted silently. I can’t help how I feel. The rational part of your mind screamed at you to stay away, to protect yourself from the inevitable heartbreak that came with such forbidden love. But every glance, every shared moment, only deepened the connection, making it harder to deny.

The night stretched on, each passing minute a testament to the silent battles you fought within yourself. The forest outside was alive with sounds, but inside, all you could hear was the echo of your own heart, yearning for a love that defied the boundaries of two worlds.

*

The canteen was alive with the usual morning bustle—scientists exchanging chatter over coffee, the hum of machinery filtering in from the adjacent labs, and the clinking of utensils against plates. You sat in your usual spot near the corner, staring blankly at the plate in front of you. Ham and eggs, your usual breakfast, but today it felt like it might as well have been rocks and dirt. You poked at the eggs half-heartedly, your mind elsewhere.

The night hadn’t been kind. Sleep had eluded you, leaving you restless and tangled in thoughts you didn’t want to admit out loud. Every time you’d closed your eyes, you’d found yourself back in the clearing, replaying Neteyam’s gaze, his voice, the way he crouched beside you like you were the centre of his universe. It was infuriating, how much space he occupied in your head.

Around you, the morning buzz of the outpost continued unabated. Scientists and technicians moved in and out, some chatting animatedly, others immersed in datapads and tablets. The smell of coffee and breakfast lingered in the air, but none of it seemed to penetrate the fog in your mind.

You startled slightly when someone plopped down onto the bench beside you, the metal creaking under their weight. Turning, you saw Kate from the xenobotany team, her curly blonde hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, and her green uniform jacket unzipped over a tank top. She squinted at you with her bright blue eyes, her freckled nose wrinkling slightly as she gave you a once-over.

“Wow,” Kate said, resting her elbow on the table and propping her chin on her hand. “You look like you wrestled a thanator and lost.”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. “Thanks, Kate. Always a confidence booster.”

Kate tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “Seriously, what’s going on? You look exhausted.”

You hesitated, debating how much you should tell her. Kate was your friend, one of the few people in the outpost who really got you, but even so, how could you explain the knot of emotions twisting inside you without sounding ridiculous?

“It’s nothing,” you said after a moment, poking at your eggs again. “Just couldn’t sleep.”

Kate snorted. “Yeah, no kidding. You’re quieter than usual, which is saying something. Usually, I can’t shut you up about plants or... I don’t know, the latest drama at the Omatikaya.”

You winced slightly at the mention of the village but tried to play it off. “It’s... complicated,” you finally said, your voice low. “I’ve just been thinking about a lot of stuff.”

“Stuff,” Kate echoed, her brow furrowing. “Like Pandora stuff? Earth stuff? Or”—her smirk returned—“someone stuff?”

Your cheeks flushed, and Kate’s eyes widened. “Oh my God. It’s someone, isn’t it?” She grinned, setting her coffee down with a dramatic flourish. “You’re going to tell me everything.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Kate, it’s not... It’s not like that.”

“Oh, it’s exactly like that,” she said, nudging your arm. “Come on. I won’t tell anyone. Who is it? Someone from the team? Max? Norm? Ethan?” She shuddered at the last name. “Please don’t say Ethan.”

“Of course not Ethan!” you exclaimed, glaring at her. “He’s annoying, yeah, but he’s not why I look like a walking corpse.”

Kate tilted her head, her expression skeptical but curious. “So what is it, then? Because you’ve got that look—you know, the one where you’re thinking way too much and probably overcomplicating everything.”

You hesitated, your fork idly scraping against the plate. “It’s nothing, really. Just... thoughts.”

“Thoughts,” Kate repeated, leaning closer as she narrowed her eyes. “Uh-huh. And these ‘thoughts’ have you staring at your food like it personally offended you? Sure, totally normal.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound more genuine than you expected. “I’m fine, Kate. Just tired, that’s all.”

“Good,” she said, standing up and grabbing your tray. “Come on. You’re spending the day with me.”

“What? Why?” you asked, blinking in surprise.

“Because you clearly need a distraction,” she said matter-of-factly. “And because I need help finishing the final report for our xenobotany project. You’ve got a sharp eye, and I could use the company.”

You hesitated, glancing at the tray in her hands. “Kate, you don’t have to—”

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t have to. But I’m doing it anyway.” She gave you a pointed look. “You’re welcome.”

Despite yourself, you smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. “Fine. But don’t complain when I point out all the mistakes in your data.”

Kate smirked. “Bring it on, plant nerd.”

*

The lab buzzed quietly with activity, a steady hum of equipment and the occasional beep from monitors filling the air. You sat at one of the workstations, your gloved hands carefully sorting through a tray of samples while Kate worked beside you, her own focus split between her tablet and the conversation you were having.

“So,” Kate began, glancing at you over her screen, “remember the time back on Earth when the RDA made us do that ridiculous safety training for zero-gravity environments? You know, just in case we somehow ended up floating in space like lost balloons?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Don’t remind me. That one guy couldn’t even handle the harness without freaking out.”

Kate snorted. “Oh, yeah. He passed out after, what, five minutes? Meanwhile, you and I were doing somersaults and pretending to be astronauts.”

“That training was pointless,” you said with a grin, placing one of the samples into a storage container. “They spent more time teaching us how to pose for PR photos than anything actually useful.”

Kate leaned back in her chair, tapping her pen against her tablet. “Classic RDA. Always more concerned with appearances than practicality. Like that time they made us wear those awful orange vests for lab safety. Because, you know, glowing like traffic cones is totally helpful in a controlled environment.”

“Or when they made us document every single piece of equipment we touched for a week,” you added, rolling your eyes. “Including the pens.”

Kate groaned dramatically. “Don’t remind me. I think I filed fifty reports on just the clipboard.”

“Oh, and remember that time on Earth,” Kate said suddenly, breaking the silence, “when they made us go through those absurd safety drills for ‘Pandoran conditions’? Like, as if any of us would actually outrun a viperwolf.”

You snorted, setting down a petri dish. “Oh, yeah. And they had that guy in the thanator suit chasing us around like it was some weird theme park attraction. What was his name again? Ted?”

“Steve,” Kate corrected with a grin. “And he took it way too seriously. He growled at me when I tripped over a cone.”

“I swear they just wanted to scare us into signing waivers,” you said, shaking your head with a laugh. “Like, ‘Hey, Pandora’s dangerous, but don’t worry, you’ll be fine if you duck and cover.’”

Kate chuckled, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah, because that’s going to stop a banshee from snatching you out of the air.” We looked the moss almost for a minute before Kate broke the silence again. “Do you ever think about Earth?” she asked, her voice casual as she held up an another sample of bioluminescent moss, her pen tapping against her chin.

“Sometimes,” you replied, glancing up briefly. “But not often. There wasn’t much to miss when I left.”

Kate chuckled softly. “Yeah, I get that. Remember the air quality reports? ‘Moderately breathable.’ Like, what the hell does that even mean?”

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “It means, ‘Congratulations, you might not die if you step outside, but don’t take deep breaths.’”

Kate snorted, setting down the sample. “And don’t forget the food shortages. ‘Synthetic protein blend, enriched for maximum efficiency!’ Translation: tastes like chalk.”

“Hey, at least it was efficient,” you teased, smirking.

“Efficiently disgusting,” Kate shot back, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know why I didn’t sign up for Pandora sooner. Even with all the RDA bullshit, this place is a dream compared to Earth.”

Your gaze shifted to the vibrant green sample in your hands. “Yeah,” you murmured. “It’s strange, isn’t it? How we traded a dying world for one we barely understand.”

Kate nodded, leaning back in her chair. “And the RDA still finds a way to screw it up. Did you know they once sent us a manual on how to handle ‘aggressive plants’? As if we’re supposed to, what, reason with them?”

“‘Please stop trying to eat me,’” you quoted mock-seriously, holding up a hand as if addressing the moss. “‘I’m just here for science.’”

Kate burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the lab. “Exactly! And don’t even get me started on their idea of ‘adequate safety measures.’ They send us out into the jungle with flimsy exo-masks and hope for the best.”

“At least they gave us guns,” you joked, though the humor in your voice was faint. The reality of the danger outside the lab was never far from your thoughts.

“True,” Kate said, sobering slightly. She studied you for a moment before leaning forward, resting her elbows on the table

The two of you fell into an easy rhythm, joking about the absurdity of RDA protocols and the bizarre training sessions you’d both endured. It felt good to laugh, to let the weight of the previous night’s thoughts slip away, even if only for a little while.

“Pandora’s quirks still surprise me, though,” Kate said after a moment, her tone shifting slightly. “Like that moss I found last week? The one that glows when it rains? How does that even make sense?”

“It’s Pandora,” you said with a shrug. “Half the stuff here doesn’t make sense. Like those plants that snap shut when you touch them.”

Kate grinned. “Oh, the ‘angry flowers’? Yeah, I love those. They’re like, ‘Don’t mess with me, human.’ Honestly, I feel that on a spiritual level.”

The conversation shifted naturally, Kate recounted a time she’d accidentally spilled a sample of Pandora’s sticky, glowing sap on her hair and had to shave half her head. You retaliated with a story about a time Norm had tried to explain the mating habits of Pandora’s tree frogs and somehow turned the entire lab into a giggling mess.

“And then he just gave up and said, ‘Fine, laugh all you want. But when the tree frogs start singing, don’t come crying to me.’” You mimicked Norm’s exasperated tone, earning a burst of laughter from Kate.

“Classic Norm,” Kate said, wiping a tear from her eye. “Seriously, though, I don’t know how we’d survive without some humor around here. Pandora may be beautiful, but it’s weird as hell.”

“Tell me about it,” you agreed, glancing at a strange spiny plant specimen glowing faintly on the table. “Half the flora looks like it’s from a dream, and the other half looks like it’s trying to kill you.”

Kate nodded sagely. “Pandora: come for the views, stay for the constant existential terror.”

As the lab hummed softly with the steady rhythm of machines and the occasional hiss of a sterilizer. Kate was perched on a stool nearby, fiddling with a pipette and jotting notes on a datapad. The faint scent of disinfectant and freshly opened specimen containers lingered in the air, blending with the ever-present hum of the outpost’s systems.

“Remember that time back when I almost got fired for questioning the nutrient distribution protocols in the hydroponics bay?” Kate said suddenly, breaking the silence.

You snorted softly, glancing at her. “You mean when you called the lead technician a ‘glorified cucumber farmer’ in the middle of a board meeting?”

Kate grinned, leaning back against the counter. “Hey, I stand by it. That guy had no clue what he was doing. I saved that entire crop from dying because he didn’t account for pH fluctuations.”

“And nearly got yourself blacklisted in the process,” you added, shaking your head with a small smile. “I’m still amazed you managed to get a spot on the Pandora team after that.”

“Please,” Kate said with a dramatic wave of her hand. “The RDA needs people like me. They just don’t like admitting it.”

You chuckled, turning your attention back to the specimen under the microscope. The delicate, bioluminescent threads of a Pandoran moss glowed faintly, their intricate patterns mesmerizing. “Still,” you said after a moment, “Earth feels like another lifetime ago, doesn’t it?”

Kate nodded, her expression softening. “Yeah, it does. Sometimes I miss it. Not the pollution or the overcrowding, obviously. But, you know... the little things. Coffee that didn’t taste like it came from a machine. Real pizza.”

“City lights at night,” you added, a wistful smile tugging at your lips. “Even if they were so bright you couldn’t see the stars.”

Kate sighed. “Yeah. Though I guess Pandora’s kind of made up for that. I mean, who needs city lights when you’ve got an entire forest that glows?”

You nodded, your gaze drifting toward the window. The dense jungle beyond the glass felt like a world away, both breathtakingly beautiful and impossibly foreign. “It’s funny,” you said softly. “I came here thinking I’d leave Earth behind, start over. But sometimes it feels like the more I try to settle in, the more I realize I don’t belong here either.”

Kate’s eyes flicked to you, her brow furrowing slightly. “Okay, that sounded heavy. What’s going on with you?”

You hesitated, your hands stilling over the sample you were preparing. “Nothing,” you said quickly, but your tone betrayed you.

“Don’t give me that,” Kate said, setting her pipette down and crossing her arms. “I’ve known you long enough to know when something’s eating at you. Is it not Ethan, right? Because if it is, I’ll gladly lock him in the specimen freezer for a few hours.”

You laughed softly despite yourself, shaking your head. “No, it’s not Ethan. Well, not really. It’s just... everything.”

Kate tilted her head, her expression softening. “Talk to me.”

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “It’s... hard to explain. I left Earth to get away from all of that—away from the dying planet, the endless corporate grind, the feeling of being stuck in a place that was falling apart. I thought Pandora would be different. And it is, in so many ways. But I still feel... out of place.”

Kate frowned slightly. “Out of place how?”

You nodded, your gaze lingering on the fern. “Yeah. I thought coming to Pandora would be like stepping into a dream. And it is, in a way. But... I don’t know. Some days it feels like I’m still on the outside, looking in.”

Kate glanced at you, her brow furrowing slightly. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated, shrugging as you carefully placed another sample onto the table. “Just... you know. Being human here. The masks, the protocols, the constant reminders that I don’t belong. It gets to you after a while.”

Kate studied you for a moment before leaning forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Okay, that’s not what’s really bugging you,” she said, her voice teasing but pointed. “So, what’s wrong?”

You hesitated, focusing on a data pad in front of you. “Nothing,” you said lightly, though you knew it didn’t sound convincing.

Kate leaned back, crossing her arms with a knowing look. “Oh, come on. Don’t give me that. The ’nothing’ has a name, doesn’t it?”

You froze for a fraction of a second, and Kate’s grin widened. “Or wait... is the ’nothing’ tall and blue?” Kate’s grin widened, and she nodded toward your wrist. “And he gave you that bracelet, didn’t he?”

Your eyes flicked to the simple band of beads and twine snug around your wrist, a soft heat rising to your cheeks. “I... It’s just a gift,” you said quickly, your voice a little too defensive.

Kate leaned in, resting her chin on her hand as she studied you. “Uh-huh. Sure. A casual gift from a Na’vi who just happens to hang around you more than anyone else.”

“It’s not like that,” you muttered, your fingers brushing over the bracelet unconsciously, heat crept up your neck, and you shook your head quickly. “No! It’s not... I mean—” You stumbled over your words, and Kate’s laughter burst out, full and unrestrained.

“Oh my god, it is! I knew it!” she said, her tone triumphant. “You’ve got it bad, don’t you? For one of the Sullys, no less. Neteyam, right?”

“Kate,” you hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot. “Keep your voice down!”

She only laughed harder, her grin wide as she leaned in closer. “Relax, no one’s listening. But seriously... Neteyam? I mean, I can’t blame you. He’s gorgeous, even if he’s... you know, not human.”

You buried your face in your hands, your cheeks burning. “It’s not like that.”

Kate raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Then why are you blushing so hard?”

“I’m not—” You groaned as you practically slammed your forehead against the table, you almost started praying for a hole to open in the ground and swallow you. “It’s complicated.”

Kate snorted. “Oh, please. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And the way you look at him. You’re practically glowing right now, and it’s not because of the moss.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Kate, stop.”

“Hey, I’m just saying,” she said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “It’s kind of adorable. Forbidden romance on an alien planet—it’s like a holo-drama waiting to happen.”

You peeked at her through your fingers, torn between exasperation and amusement. “You’re impossible.”

“I know, but you love me for that.” Kate reached across the table, her hand resting briefly on yours. “Just... don’t shut yourself off from something good, okay? Even if it’s complicated. Especially if it’s complicated.”

You nodded slowly, your voice quiet as you replied, “Thanks, Kate.”

She smiled, leaning back in her chair and picking up another sample. “Anytime. Now, let’s finish this project before Norm comes in and lectures us about deadlines.”

As the two of you returned to work, Kate’s words lingered in your mind, a quiet echo against the backdrop of your thoughts. Complicated or not, you couldn’t deny what you felt—and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want to.

Part 9: Soon

[rosaemoux]

I've been thinking of a Magic Batman Au in which there are three main types of magic each person can choose to practice:

Spacial, or physical magic, which is the magic that affects physical spaces, it can go anywhere from elemental to gravitational control of some kind.

Time, or chronological magic, it is the power to reverse, advance or stop time in a specific area for a specific amount of time

And

Ilusory, or psychic magic, it is the magic of the mind, the power to create hallucinations to deceive the mind, to feel other's emotions and manipulate them or to even control other's mind.

Magic is mostly used in everyday life like a convenient tool, but those who practice it and harness it to perfection are called Mages. It's treated no different to a science, however the knowledge behind becoming a mage is very much gatekept by governments all around the world to avoid the use of those powers outside their control.

There are also people ways to steal other people's magic by killing them, making yourself very powerful but also corrupting parts of your soul, making you a Death Mage. Those who choose not to are Life Mages.

Bruce Wayne comes from a long line of spacial mages of the Wayne family. He, however was born like the Kane side of his family, and had a natural affinity for Ilusory magic. After travelling and learning a lot from many different masters, including the Death Mages of Family Al Ghul, he returns to his Victorian Fantasy Gotham, using his power and wealth to make the city a better place and researching magic.

Then, Dick comes into his life, a young boy affected so early by death, like him. To avoid that the boy going out on his own and kills someone, he takes him under his wing. Dick became a spacial mage like his parents before him, also with some of the spells and techniques of the Waynes. I think he's really good at gravitational magic and controlling wind on his favor.

Barbara was mostly self trained, but had some techniques that her dad taught her for self defense, before Bruce also decided to train her. I think that she would have a natural affinity for psychic magic, before switching to time magic once she completes her mage journey and becomes Oracle post her paralysis (Clocktower symbolism, Oracle symbolism, it's perfect). Both her and Dick are very respected in their respective fields, and people start to see them and Bruce like the Wayne and the Kane; a clan, a powerful but small clan of Life Mages. Who also currently can't stand each other.

Then there's Jason Todd. A boy full of raw talent and an affinity for time magic like no other person that Bruce had ever met. When Bruce adopts him, he teaches him what he can. Things were mostly good, even if Dick wasn't very happy with the surprise adoption of a new boy and Barbara wasn't very present. However, when he figures out that Catherine Todd wasn't his biological mother, he and Bruce try to find his possible other living parent.

It goes mostly like in canon. They meet Shiva, ask her about it, she laughs it off, but their meeting makes Shiva a bit reflective about old business. After all, that little girl should be around that boy's age, shouldn't she ? She wonders how that experiment is going... and she feels, conflicted ? Huh, wonder where that came from.

When Jason finds Sheila and she ends up selling him out, they both end up tied in different rooms of a abandoned house, with a ticking timebomb.

Jason uses every single bit of his training to slow down, rewind and stop time, stalling for when Bruce comes for him. He eventually gets himself out of the ropes, but instead of trying to find his way out, he goes to find Sheila. He finds her, and Bruce finally found where they were, but it was just too late.

Ironically enough Jason Todd runs out of time.

Bruce looses a part of himself. His grief overcomes the entire city. He swears that he'll never take in another child, he closes his heart to all of those around him.

However, the mages of House Al Ghul are no strangers to the ways of death, and necromancy is just another way to get what they want. And if a piece or two of a soul gets lost along the way ? Well, you can always steal someone else's.

Part two is about the actual point in which the story would start;

[ihfmseatsoch]

ok ok ok so if i may be so bold as to request something, ive been enamored wiht the idea of an older, controlling, borderline abuse boyfriend jimmy, like he and reader live together on earth, and reader goes to college, while jimmy works physical jobs trying to support them both. he's a SHITTY person though, so hes jealous of any man the reader talks to, reads through their phone, makes sinde comments about their weight and appearance, and (im totally not projecting here) eventually pressures them into dropping out, for like his perfect little live in partner/gf fantasy sjdhasd feel free to do whatever with this, but this specific scenario has not left my head for days

WHEEE this was fun to write ^w^ i rushed this a bit but i just didnt want you to have to wait any longer... :p

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Jimmy Zare x fem!reader

reader uses fem terms (girl, girlfriend)

genre: how do i categorize this.... fic that makes you feel bad or horny depending on how you handle verbal abuse lol

word count: 1.8k

warnings/content: age gap, domestic abuse, manipulation, arguing, fat shaming, several references to the readers body/appearance, jimmy being the biggest asshole oh my god i hate him (i want him so bad it makes me look stupid)

(is it bad that writing about jimmy yelling at me turns me on... WOAHHH who said that .....😰 also dont kill me for the weight shaming part IM A FAT GIRL !!!!!! i like when evil men are mean to me !!!!!! RAAAH)

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"He's a good guy, he can actually be really sweet!"

That's a sentence you find yourself saying out of complete muscle memory at this point whenever someone questions why your boyfriend–... well, they question an awful lot about your boyfriend.

For example, why he's over twenty years your senior whilst you're still going to class on the weekdays. Why he doesn't allow you to see your friends, wear certain clothes, leave your apartment without him, and why he takes up so much space in your brain, completely distracting you from your own life and goals.

You've missed at least four assignments this semester alone. It's stupid, really. You thought you'd be done with obsessing and crying over boys after you graduated highschool. It's completely immature for a so-called adult like yourself, but then again, you're hardly into adulthood at all.

Jimmy, on the other hand, has a lot more life experience, many of those experiences negative. That might be why you've taken some form of pity on him, going so far as to move into his apartment so you can take care of him when you're not busy. He needs someone to make sure he doesn't fall off the deep end.

The thing is, it's become hard to fit him in your schedule, but whenever you're unable to make time for him after he comes home from work, that familiar scowl on his face indicating it was another shitty day, he throws a fit.

He'll accuse you of everything under the sun; Infidelity being the primary thing.

"You don't love me. There's someone else, isn't there? It's that one kid that asked you to help him 'study' last week, isn't it? No? Give me your fucking phone, then."

This is what you come home to everyday, so it's nothing new. In fact, you're pretty used to it by now. Though today, Jimmy seems particularly pissed.

"Where have you been?" He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, eyeing you up and down like he always does when he's about to grill you on something.

"Sorry..." You mutter, way too tired to deal with one of his moods again. "Traffic." You answer simply, not having enough energy to overexplain yourself like you normally do.

"Uh huh. Traffic." He mimics you in a way that already tells you he's not buying it. Great.

"...It's the truth." You shrink into yourself at the way he's looking at you. Contemptuous as always. You're in for another argument, it seems. A million, desperate pleas run through your mind;

'Please don't give me another lecture about how you're my only financial support, and how grateful I should be. Please don't ask to see my phone. Please don't tell me to drop out.'

But, of course, you can't actually change the outcome of this. You're gonna get yelled at. Belittled. Degraded.

"You're two hours late, and you're gonna tell me you were just stuck in traffic?" He pushes himself off the wall and walks towards you.

"You're never home when you're supposed to be, and when you are home, you're all tired and upset.” He pokes a finger into your shoulder, hard. "What do you think that looks like from my point of view?"

"I'm sorry." You rub your face, exasperated. God, you wish he would shut up sometimes. Sure, he can be amicable, but lately... he's been a raging dick. Yet, you can't help but cling to the memory of his good moments. "I'll try to make it back on time tomorrow."

"Yeah? And how many times have I heard that before?" He sneers, "You're hiding something from me, aren't you?"

The way he accuses you so confidently, so sure of himself... it's insulting. Does he really think that little of you? "College has been kicking my ass, Jim. You know that. I'm not hiding anything from you, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, college this, college that. Always complaining about fuckin' college," He scoffs, his eyes stay narrowed, still glaring. "How about what I'm going through? You think I'm having a great time every day at work, hm?"

"No, I–" You stammer, hating the way he's turning this around to make himself the victim. Oh, woe is him, having to provide for himself and his girlfriend. How tortured he is. "I know, alright? I'm sorry. I just– what else do you expect me to do?"

"Be here. Like you're supposed to be. And I expect you to stop acting like I'm the bad guy for asking you to be a decent girlfriend."

Jimmy's voice raises slightly as he takes a step closer, towering over your sheepish figure. He nudges your shoulder again, even rougher this time.

"I'm busting my ass every day to put food on the table, and you can't even have the decency to show up on time, let alone look happy to see me?"

"I– I am happy to see you! I am, I'm just– you don't get it. I want to be here, but... I'm not even halfway through this semester, and–" You stumble over your words as you attempt, in vain, to defend yourself. It's not like he'll ever feel sympathy for you. It's always about what he wants. What makes him happy.

Jimmy rolls his eyes at your attempt to reason with him. It's as if he doesn't even register a word you say. "But what? What's more important to you, huh? Some stupid classes, or the guy who keeps a fuckin' roof over your head and feeds you? Be grateful, goddamn it." He snaps, grabbing your arms and giving them a forceful shake.

You flinch from being handled like you're not even a human being, much less one with feelings. "Stop, please, I'm– I am grateful, I really am..." You're not lying, either. To be honest, his guilt tripping works wonders on you. Are you really acting unappreciative? He wouldn't be this upset if you were in the right...

He seems unfazed by your frightened demeanor and continues to hold a firm grip on your arms. He looks you up and down, not even having to say anything for you to know he's judging you, as a girlfriend and person in general.

"Oh, you're grateful? Then maybe you should act like it for once." Jimmy gives your arms another firm shake, a harsh reminder of who's in charge here.

"I'm not asking much of you. I just want you to be here, and you can't even do that. Do you think I'm just gonna sit back and accept that bullshit?"

"No..." You shake your head, looking down at the ground in shame. Were you really that awful? You didn't want to be a bad partner, it's the last thing you ever wanted. If you could make eye contact without feeling guilty, you'd see Jimmy's face light up with satisfaction as he finally notices you're not even bothering to put up a fight anymore.

There's a condescending lilt to his tone as he speaks, "No one will ever love you like I do. You know that?"

You nod, knowing there has to be some truth to his claim. He takes care of you, doesn't he? He keeps a roof over your head, gives you money for groceries, and he's not always that unpleasant to be around...

He's a good boyfriend. You're the problem. You always are.

"Exactly."

The grip on your arms eases, moving them to place a hand on each of your shoulders, contrastingly gentle compared to his behavior only moments ago.

"You oughta thank your lucky stars you have a man like me who puts up with all your bullshit. You get that, right? How lucky you are to be with me?"

You know he's right. You were blessed with someone who still loves you, despite your many shortcomings. You're too fat, the acne on your face and body is repulsive, the way you do your makeup is weird... all of this being things Jimmy has told you directly. At least you have an honest boyfriend, isn't that what every girl wants?

He gives your shoulder a pat, like he's treating you like a small, petulant child. "You realize I could have literally any girl I want, right? Pretty, skinny, smart ones, even. But I chose you. Because I care about you."

He pauses, letting that sink in.

"But it would help if you'd actually put the effort in to look decent." He adds as an afterthought.

You've internalized every single snide remark he's thrown your way, reminded of them every single time you look in the mirror. Yet he still loves someone like you. Someone so difficult and embarrassing to be with.

"Jim, I don't... I don't know how I'm even gonna be able to free my schedule at all with school and stuff..." You mumble guiltily. You know he wants you to drop out, he's suggested it more times than you can count.

"That right there, that's why I'm frustrated, goddamn it," He says with an exacerbated sigh. He moves one hand from your shoulder to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Why don't you get it? Dropping out isn't the end of the world. Just quit and stay home. Done. Easy."

"It's not that easy... I want to get a good job and help out too, you know..."

It's true that you want to pull your weight around your shared home. With your combined income, it'd make everything easier. But... with how shitty college makes you feel, leaving you beaten down and tired by the end of the day...

You find yourself listening to Jimmy on this for once.

He can tell you're seriously contemplating it this time, which makes him feel... more in control. He's got you thinking and believing exactly what he wants you to. Soon, he'll be able to get you to obey him without another word from you.

The thought of having you as his subservient, stay at home girlfriend is more than appealing. It's his goal to mold you into what he wants you to be.

"Yeah, yeah, I get that, I know. But you're stressing yourself half to death, and for what? Some stupid degree? Listen to me, I'm not gonna ask you again. You're just creating problems that don't need to exist. Just quit. You'll have plenty of free time that you can spend with me."

You can't deny how tempting the idea is. Hesitantly, after several moments of pondering the hypotheticals and what-ifs, you speak up,

"...I guess... dropping out wouldn't hurt too much."

He perks up at that, barely being able to contain a delighted grin. You're actually putting him and his wants first, and acknowledging that he's right. You're doing as he says, without any of the usual arguing or excuses. He'll finally have his dream complaisant, docile girlfriend to come home to every night.

It only took a month or two to finally get you to cave. You'll be easier to control from now on. Hell, maybe you'll lose some weight with some free time on your hands, stop wearing that shitty makeup...

"Good girl," He says in a patronizing tone, like he's addressing a child, "That's what wanna hear."

God, you really hope this isn't a bad idea. Jimmy looks pleased for once, so...

This decision can't possibly ruin your future too badly, right?

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[phacheltheprophetess]

How Stranger’s Perceive You In Public!?!? Piles 1-3 Respectfully

Pile One: When people first see you based on your attractiveness and the way you look, they assume that you are smart or well educated. This can be because of the way that you dress that is very classy or in luxurious clothing. People see you’re well put together and they assume you have your stuff together as well. They see you as stylish and diplomatic but still flirty and fun. People assume you’re very youthful no matter your actual age they can tell life is being good to you based on your aura. People assume you have money but that you wouldn’t be the type to be generous with your money or assets. You’re not the flashy type but still prefer to have a more than comfortable lifestyle.

Pile Two: People can see you’re very structured in your demeanor and behavior. You may wear a straight face a lot which makes you unapproachable to strangers. People assume if they were to say something to you, you would be a hard nut to crack. People would like to make you smile even if they think it would be a hard task. Strangers love how you dress no matter your gender and can tell you base your style on your inner personality. Strangers assume you have a lot of inner restraint and discipline. They think you’re fit or just care deeply about your physical health. You don’t seem like the type of person someone would feel comfortable to cuss or do a crime in front of.

Pile Three: In public you come off as someone who is busy or constantly on the move. If someone wants your attention they assume they better hurry up and try to get it before it’s gone. People see you has in your air or in your own world most of the time. Not very aware of your surroundings, thinking of things else. Energetically people assume you’re not even in the same dimension as them, no matter if you’re in the same room or not. People see you as closed off and not interested in welcoming any new people in your life. You’re in the energy of inspiring but not hiring.

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[frostybearpaws]

currently losing my mind,

I’ve been catching up with all the Star Wars stuff that’s come out over the past couple of years and also rewatching some older stuff,

and you know what you have two hyperfixations you will inevitably mix the two ideas together because why the hell not? It’s fun and it makes my brain juice flow instead of stagnating into pools of gross black oil

and I know I’ve also made some posts about this particular cross over in the past, but I have no idea where they are right now and I’m not going to go digging for them

Star Wars x Arcane

First up:

Sevika: I’ve got two ideas and I’m not sure which one I like more.

the first one Sevika is a mandalorian woman who is currently working as a bounty hunter to make ends meet. She’s ruthless but follows her own honor code when it comes to taking jobs. She was formerly a member of death watch but split and went her own path and their ideologies concentrated. She never removes her helmet and tends to get emotionally aggressive when someone tries to pry into her life before being a bounty hunter. (This is a coping mechanism bc she does not like to think about what happened).

the second one is Sevika is a clone like Emerie Karr from Bad Batch, so not only is she struggling with the horrors of war and the complicated emotions that come with being genetically identical to several million people, treated like an object, and devoid of right, she’s also suffering from the accelerated growth rate that causes her to age twice as fast. At the current point of her life she is traveling the universe doing odd jobs and trying to keep a low profile so she doesn’t get taken up by the empire. After all to the imperial’s she is still their property and they will do with her as they see fit. (Not if she has anything to say about it)

next up:

Silco & Vander: start as a packaged deal, they are both ex-inquisitors who fled and went into hiding. It wasn’t so much for noble reasons as it was they began to fear where their paths were going to lead them. They started a new life together and things were going well until their started to have differing opinions on what they needed to be doing which lead to Vander’s betrayal.

Silco: a Nautolan with a blueish gray skin tone. As his eyes are black the scares part of his face lead to the eye clouding over and impairing his vision. In the current day she travels around with Sevika completing jobs with her. They have a very very complicated relationship. (Bonus: they fought over him taking Jinx in the same way a couple would fight over someone impulsively taking home a stray animal)

Vander: a Shistavanen which if you don’t know look like fricken werewolves, he would end up looking something like this:

side note: yes Silco and Vander were in love and that was part of the reason for them leaving. Now imagine a squid fucking a werewolf

I’ve decided to make Powder/Jinx a Twi’Lek which means that Vi is also a Twi’Lek. They are respectively blue and pink. Jinx has some white dappling along her lekku. Vi doesn’t have any such thing but she does maintain her arcane tattoo along her back.

one thing about Twi’Leks is that they are highly sexualized and often enslaved. Jinx and Vi went about fighting against this stereotype in two completely different ways. Vi fights against it, actually building up muscle and training herself to fight.

Jinx on the other hand leans into the sexualized aspect but uses it as a lure to draw people in. She effectly masks how dangerous she actually is.

Jinx is force sensitive while Vi is not. After their falling out Silco finds her and takes her on, eventually taking her on as an apprentice.

[triglycercule]

who asked for this. nobody. but unfortunately as a creator i actually have to CREATE for my au 😞😞😞😒😒😒 jk fashion au ink and swap designs ig,,,,,,

ink. ink. ink. she's totally not holding a gun to my head as i type this,,,,, because she CANT break the fourth wall ok she totally doesnt realize that she's forever gonna be stuck living life as a high schooler with no chance of ever graduating or progressing in life,,,,, BECAUSE THERE'S NO ANGST IN JK FASHION AU HAAHAHAH 😁😁😁😁 anyways she's soooo silly :3333 i'm not a connoisseur of anyone that's not the mtt (biased 🙂🙂🙂) but i wanted her to be silly but also a bit freakish,,,, ya!

what do the people think about INK???? featuring everyone in jk fashion au so far 😇😇

dream: "ink is another one of my close friends. she's been there for me when even nightmare couldn't, and i've supported her likewise. sometimes her head is in the clouds, so i send her texts to remind her of things like homework and such. maybe she forgets lunch sometimes, so swap and i give her a share of ours. and when ink wants to talk about anything she's thinking of, whether it's a painter's use of color or the reason we exist, i'm always open to listening. she's an amazing person, really."

nightmare: "ink. ah, that girl is an enigma, truly. somedays she supports me on my path to world domination, and other days she just laughs at me and says as if it were a fact that i would never achieve it! ugh... but despite my slight grievances, she's dream's friend, and i've grown fond of her. quite often, without me even requesting, she gifts me paintings. now, they may seem normal at first, but recently i've discovered a pattern with them. as if ink had peered into the mind of god and depicted it visually, the paintings assist me in handling dream appropriately. i must say, she's skilled as well..."

killer: "see now ink? she's my type of gal. we get along pretty well, hehe! we're on the same wavelength or something, i dunno. not like she can predict what i do, but i wouldn't be surprised if she could, but ink and i just click. we talk about all sorts of silly stuff; similar sense of humor, after all. ink and i can yap about different shows and movies we've watched and stuff, she gives really good insight on the more technical stuff like color psychology and framing, and she once drew me art for one of my big follower milestones on twitter! she's suuuuper cool, haha!"

dust: "okay, just... keep this between me and you, but i think ink has some sort of secret sixth sense? i dunno. nothing against her, she's a fun person. just that, uh... sometimes she just comes up to me when i least expect it and starts asking me about my progress on my writing. which is... confusing. i've only ever told killer and horror about my writing, so i don't know how she knows...?"

horror: "y'know, dust and i have a bit of a bet going on. all jokes and all, but i've got a feeling ink's pulling some sort of elaborate spying prank with how much she knows about us... dust doesn't think so. but i'm betting 20 bucks she does. like, once i was at a vending machine and the stupid thing didn't give me my goddamn candy bar, ugh. i had to stay cool. but then ink just pops out of nowhere, says its okay for me to drop the act and get mad around her, and then does some sort of vending machine trick to get the candy?? yeah, she's definitely a wizard or something. in a nice way, i guess."

NOW SWWAAAAAAPPP she's silly. i included the bit of her getting into trouble because of her good will SOLELY because swap gets bullied a lot in other aus 💀 (askerror, something new, etc,,,,,,) i also read a canon underswap doc??? SWAP IS SO SILLY!!!!! i cant really explain her personality through text i'd need to draw comics for her which uhhhh,,,,, (looks away)

THOUGHTS ON SWAP????

dream: "ah, swap! she's one of my dearest friends, i truly care for her deeply. out of sheer coincidence it seems, that she, ink, and i were chosen to be the star students of the school, but surprisingly it works out well... swap's truly a delight. she's a great motivator, and she's saved me from a few situations that would've ended up terribly had she not been there, hehe."

nightmare: "sometimes the world hates me. ah- well, what i meant was, the path of fate has me set on a predetermined path of struggle! and yet, when even i, the queen of negativity, could not stop my kin from slipping on a ridiculously placed banana peel and almost breaking her neck, swap was her knight in shining armor and caught her. needless to say, just as fate despises my bloodline, fate also has angels sent down from heaven. i do suppose swap is one of those, bless her soul."

killer: "heh, swap?? that girl's a riot! couple years ago i tried convincing her to show me some of those sick moves she learned at kickboxing, or karate, taekwondo, whatever... she broke my wrist, haha! but then i pulled a knife on her and then we both got in trouble. hah, good times, good times. no, i didn't stab her?! in fact, she's very good friends with mr. mew and the grumpen, thank you very much! a friend of my kitties is a friend of mine!"

dust: "she's nice. her type of energy is something you only see is like... a sugar-rushed ink, and killer normally. but anyways, swap's a good help around the school. she's a bit ridiculous every now and then with all her "the magnificent swap" and how she's a bit of a showoff, but whatever. aren't we all? anyways, at least the scavenger hunts she makes during school dances are fun."

horror: "swap is uh... she's something. gotta admit, she's pretty normal compared to some of the people at this school. but man... enthusiasm, much? eh, whatever. i'm not the type to complain when her burritos are to die for. we're partners in cooking class... let's just say, she carries us hard."

anyways jk cross and epic soon. sooner than you think heheheh

[sorceresssundries]

Hero of the Veilguard

Warnings: Veilguard spoilers, grief, angst (seriously, don't read unless you've finished veilguard)

Words: 3k

<3

The cottage was somehow smaller than Taash had imagined, and in their imaginings it had been pretty small. 

It sat amidst bleak farmland, the soil so rotted and black it seemed impossible that anything could ever grow there again. Once, there had been woodland nearby, but now it was nothing but a ghostly remnant. The dead trees had thick trunks and wide-spaced branches that boasted they once stood tall and full of life. Now, they were little more than skeletal sentinels, their bare limbs reaching skyward, stubborn roots tangled in the earth they refused to let go of. 

From the cottage, the only signs of life were the cracked, mismatched plant pots and hanging baskets, where freshly planted saplings had just begun to stir—tentatively waking and stretching. And then there was the faint glow from a single window, its light blinking lazily like an eye still groggy from sleep.

Taash wrinkled their nose, still unused to the smells of the south. It was acrid like the aftermath of a fire. Not a good, clean fire that scorched away the old to make way for the new, but the choking stench of burning flesh and blistered landscapes. There was a difference, for those with a sensitive sense of smell. 

They sighed, adjusting the sack slung over their shoulder. A fleeting thought crossed their mind: they could leave the sack at the door, scribble a note, and walk away.

Hey. Sorry about Lace. She was the best of us. Here are some of her things - Taash.

It would have been easy, something they’d considered countless times. Taash wished they had taken the others up on their offer to handle this, but at the time, they had insisted on doing it themselves - for some stupid reason they couldn’t think of now. 

They trudged up the path towards the house, past a boarded-up well and a dog-kennel with nothing inside. A small figure of Andraste stood tilted, with long-dead flowers at her feet, just before the front door with faded green paint peeling off it in curls. 

Taash knocked once, and a part of them hoped there would be no answer. 

But an answer came, in the form of a small woman with grey hair that still clung to the warmth of red, and freckles scattered across her nose like flecks of long-forgotten soot from a hearth that had long since gone cold.

“Taash,” she said simply, her smile a mirror of one Taash had seen many times before.

Their heart cracked all over again.

“Hi” Taash didn’t move. Not to hold out a hand, or offer a hug, they could barely meet the woman’s eyes. They were a different colour to Harding’s, a deep and rich brown. Soft and kind, with crinkles at the corners and long lashes. The lashes looked damp, her gaze heavy with dark circles that weighed them down. There was a soft shimmer to them, but Taash had the feeling they had once flickered brighter.

“How lovely to see you! Please, come in. I’ll put the fire on.”

The invitation was warm, but the house was not. The cold wind outside whistled through the cracks in the stone walls. Mrs. Harding herself was swaddled in layers—thick sweaters, shawls, and a blanket draped over her shoulders. She knelt by the hearth, her small, trembling hands struggling to light damp wood that had clearly been sitting there, unused, for far too long.

“Let me,” Taash said, stepping forward.

Mrs. Harding hesitated but then nodded, pulling her blanket around her a little tighter.

Taash stepped outside, retrieving a few dry logs from a covered pile near the house. The cold bit at their fingers, but they worked quickly, bringing the wood inside and stacking it neatly in the fireplace.

They knew Mrs.Harding was watching them, and with a little embarrassment they breathed their dragon fire onto the wood to get it started. It caught and crackled, and straight away it was as though much-needed breath sighed into the lungs of the still and cold little room. 

“You should keep this fire lit. It’s too cold without it.”

“Thank you, dear. Come sit at the table, I’ve made some potato stew,” Mrs. Harding said with a small, tired smile, gesturing to the modest dining area.

“Oh.” Taash hesitated, a polite response tangling with their instincts. They wanted to accept, to show gratitude, but If the stew was anything like her daughter used to make, Taash wasn’t sure they could stomach it - or hide their reaction. Their honesty was as plain as the dirt under their boots, and they doubted they could mask their feelings, even for the grieving mother seated before them.

Mrs. Harding must have seen the flicker of unease cross their face, because a soft, wheezy laugh escaped her, raw and unpracticed, like a door long rusted shut suddenly swinging open.

“Don’t worry,” she said, waving a hand dismissively as she moved toward the kitchen. “Lace’s inability to cook wasn’t inherited from me. This should be safe to eat.”

The spread of warmth receded. At the sound of Harding’s name spoken aloud by her mother, Taash felt themselves splinter, the fragile courage they'd been clinging to cracking wide enough to let the cold seep back in.

They sat at one of the small chairs at the dining table, which had been laid out in wait. The chair creaked beneath Taash as they settled, their legs awkwardly shifting beneath the table. It was too cramped and they felt like a giant in a house too small for them. Taash worried the wood would splinter under the weight of them.

A fleeting thought crossed their mind: At least there would be more dry wood for the fire.

“I would have prepared something heartier, but I'm afraid our tough little potatoes are one of the few vegetables that survived the blight. And as for the animals..” Mrs.Harding made a noise as though there was something stubborn stuck in her throat. “Well, luckily I make a very good potato stew.”

She placed a bowl down in front of Taash, and it did look much more appealing than anything Harding had ever attempted to cook for them. It looked and smelled edible, for one thing. Mrs. Harding sat at the table opposite Taash, her movements slow but steady as she set down her own bowl of stew. 

For a while, the childless mother and the motherless child sat silently with an empty chair beside each of them, and struggled with what to say to the other.

It was Taash who spoke first.

“I brought some of Hardi.. Lace’s things for you. I would have brought you back some of the plants from her room, but they all died when she..” Taash suddenly had the same thing caught in her throat that Mrs.Harding had struggled with. “When she didn’t come back.”

Taash fidgeted uncomfortably, not wanting to leave it there. 

“She collected a lot of random cra..stuff.” they said. “She had a stupid collection of rocks that she thought looked like frogs.” they sniffed and folded their arms across their chest. “We’d be in the middle of something dangerous and she would stop to pick up a frog-rock.”

Mrs.Harding smiled warmly, “She used to catch frogs when she was a girl,” she said, her voice quiet. “When she was seven, we had a year of endless rain that nearly flooded us out, followed by a drought that killed off my poor garden. The frogs had laid their frogspawn in the puddles and shallow ponds that appeared, but as the sun scorched and the water dried up, she just couldn't stand to leave the tadpoles. So off she went, with a bucket and—of all things—a ladle, to scoop up the tadpoles and move them to the lake.” 

If grief had a voice, Taash thought this is what it would sound like. 

“She was always trying to save the little things,” she finished softly

“Mrs. Harding…” Taash began, their voice uncertain, but the little woman raised a hand, her movements slow and deliberate.

“Please, Taash,” she said gently, “You can call me Ma.”

Taash blinked, surprised by the offer, and Ma Harding immediately panicked.

“Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think—”

“It’s okay,” Taash cut her off gently, fixing their gaze firmly on the table, unable to meet those kind eyes. “She was my Tama. Not Ma.” They picked at the skin of her thumb as they spoke “I could probably use a Ma.”

The room stilled. Then, with a tenderness that spoke of years of motherly instincts, Ma Harding reached across the table, her frail but steady hand covering Taash’s, which suddenly felt a little warmer. 

“You’ve dealt with so much, so early, Taash,” she said, her voice cracking just slightly. “More than anyone should ever have to bear. Lace always told me in her letters what a brave and kind soul you are. I’m so grateful you came here. Your strength helps me find my own.”

Taash nodded, their throat tight. They weren’t used to this kind of comfort, this quiet acknowledgment of pain without an expectation to brush it aside. They squeezed Ma Harding’s hand in return.

“People lose parents,” Taash said at last, their voice low and halting. “And lovers.” They stumbled slightly over the word, their awkwardness prompting a small, fond smile from Ma Harding. “No-one should lose a kid.”

Ma Harding’s breath hitched, and her brown eyes, glistening with unshed tears, met Taash’s. Her gaze was rich with the kind of motherly warmth Taash had rarely known.

“No,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “they shouldn’t.” She looked away, her hands trembling slightly as they folded back into her lap. “When the Inquisition was disbanded, I thought she’d come home for good. And she did, for a little while. Put on some weight, got some proper sleep in a comfy bed, and I—I let myself hope. But it wasn’t long before she was off again. There was more to do, more people to help.”

Her gaze wandered to the far wall, where an array of maps hung in a haphazard mosaic. Each map was covered in little crosses and scribbled notes, the dates and details chronicling Lace’s endless travels. The lines traced a decade-long journey, looping and spiraling across Ferelden like the trails of a restless spirit.

“All of a sudden she was seven years old again,” Ma Harding whispered, “Running off with a bucket and a ladle.”

Taash swallowed hard, the ache in their chest deepened, but before they could say anything, Ma Harding stood abruptly, brushing her hands on her apron.

“Tea,” she declared, her voice breaking the stillness. “I’ll make us some tea.”

She bustled into the small kitchen, her movements quick but slightly unsteady. Taash watched her as she gathered the teapot and cups, steeping the tea with the practiced ease of someone who had done it a thousand times.

“This tea is much better than the stew,” Ma Harding said, a faint smile curving her lips. “One of Lace’s friends from the Inquisition brought it to me. Cullen—handsome man” She blushed faintly at the memory, the colour warming her freckled cheeks.

The corners of Taash’s mouth quirked upward despite themselves.

“He said Lace used to share the tea I sent her with him when he had bad days,” Ma Harding continued, her voice soft. “So, he came to share his with me. It was kind of him.” She set the teacups down on the table, the scent of the brew filling the air with a delicate, floral warmth.

“And Josephine,” Ma Harding added as she sat down, her smile growing more wistful. “She sent me a hand-crocheted blanket. I met a lot of the Inquisition when I stayed at Skyhold for a while,” She said, her gaze distant. “It was when things here got really bad - the worst of it, I suppose. They told me I could stay there whilst Lace was in the North. That place… it was chaos. Loud, busy, like a hive of bees. People rushing everywhere, voices echoing off those great stone walls. It was overwhelming at first, for someone like me.”

She paused, her hand drifting to the edge of her teacup, running her fingers over the rim in a slow, thoughtful motion. “But they looked after me, every single one of them. I thought I’d be just another burden, but they wouldn’t have it. Especially Thom.”

Her lips quirked into a wistful smile. “He gave up his bed for me. That big, strapping man went to sleep in the barn as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When I tried to protest, he just grinned and said it reminded him of old times.”

Taash watched her closely, the faint smile on their lips faltering as the sadness coiled its fingers around their heart.

“There were so many stories of Lace,” Ma Harding continued “From everyone. Everywhere I went, someone had a memory to share. The cooks, the soldiers, scouts coming back from long journeys, and healers tending to the wounded. It was as if she had touched every corner of that place”

Her voice cracked slightly, and she cleared her throat before continuing. “They told me how she’d stay up late, helping with plans or maps. How she’d bring extra food to the blacksmith because she thought he worked too hard. One of the scouts said she used to sit with them on watch during the night, keeping them company so they wouldn’t feel so alone in the dark.” 

Finally, a small sob escaped. “They were all looking forward to seeing her again.”

The silence that followed was broken by a sharp, sudden crash. One of the teacups had slipped from Ma Harding’s trembling hands, shattering against the cold stone floor. The sound echoed and bounced.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, dear,” Ma Harding stammered, her voice trembling as she bent over to gather the broken pieces, hands shaking.

Taash was on their feet in an instant, crossing the space in a single fluid motion. They knelt beside her, gently taking her hands and stilling them. “It’s okay, Ma,” they said softly.

Taash helped Ma back into the chair, and began carefully picking up all the pieces, one by one. 

“I have stories too,” Taash said, not taking their eyes off the broken cup. 

They paused, swallowing hard. ““A lot has happened. You’ll probably hear a lot about it. From all over the place. Stories about Rook. Or the First Talon of the Antivan Crows. Or the Lich Lord.” Their voice grew steadier as they continued. “The Grey Warden who saved the griffons. The Shadow Dragon who leads Dock Town. The Veil Jumper. The Fire Breather.”

They stopped and drew in a slow, deep breath before meeting Ma Harding’s eyes. “But Lace Harding saved the world. I could talk about her all night.”

“I would like that.” Ma Harding said, still weepy. “You could tell me about your Tama too, I would like to know more of you Taash. You are always welcome here. This home isn’t much, but it’s yours too, for when you need it. You were her family, and so you are mine.” Taash tightened their jaw and tried to keep in control.

“She loved you very much.” Ma said.

Taash did not know what to do with all this kindness, all this love from a person they had not met before today. Grief and love swirled together, indistinguishable, until Taash couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. They ignored the defensive instinct to push it down or cast it aside, and realised…It was probably all the same thing. So, Taash did what they thought Lace would want them to do. They accepted it. 

They went and sat back with Ma, and tears spilled out, from both of them, as they held hands in the hopeful little cottage in the land ravaged by blight. 

They talked for hours. About Lace, about Shathann, about Taash’s journey and Ma’s hardships in Ferelden. About when the world was brighter, and how they hoped it would be so again. About the small things you only seem to remember when lost in the haze of nostalgia, one happy thought slipping comfortably into another, until the sadness drops for a little while to allow for some respite. 

Exhausted, Taash stayed for one night. And then another. And then a few more.

They called in favours with the Lords of Fortune, who sent supplies to the cottage, and hands to toil the land. Mages conjured gentle winds to clear debris, while battle-hardened warriors used their muscles to turn the soil, lifting rocks and uprooting the remnants of blight. They filled in the cracks in the stone house, and chopped enough wood to keep the hearth burning well into the summer months.

They brought animals—stubborn goats, a few chickens, and even a dairy cow which Taash named ‘Isabela’, to the fury of her namesake.

Slowly, the patch of land that the blight had claimed began to fight back. What had once been a land choked by decay, began to breathe again. The blackened earth softened, shifting to grey, then brown, and, at last, to green. Tiny buds sprouted and bloomed into spring flowers, fragile petals that danced in the breeze. Insects, delicate as raindrops, flitted from flower to flower, and soon, the damp soil was teeming with worms, their wriggling forms breaking open the earth to nourish it. Pollen-dusted bees hummed lazily in the air, while butterflies fluttered through the garden, their wings like watercolor splashes in the sunlight.

And then, one morning, Ma Harding awoke to the sound of birdsong.

It was the sweetest of music. The songs of the calling, of the stone, of ancient elves and long-dead titans, of battles won and lost, were nothing compared to the song of birds in Ma Harding’s garden, and the bright laughter it pulled alongside it. 

In that same garden, Taash built a small pond, its waters clear and still. And by the edge, they placed Lace’s collection of rocks that looked like frogs, and a bucket and a ladle - for the next little thing that needed saving.

[angelicsjn]

Hello! I was wondering what the boys' relationship is with their families? How do they feel about their relationship? I hope it's okay to ask, thank you very much!♡☆

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

A B O U T: The boys and their family.

W A R N I N G S: None.

�� ROMAN BEAUREGARD.

Roman has a large family, and it's full of love. His family is his life. He adores them.

Roman's parents are his biggest fans. His father is quite well known in the motorsporting industry as he provides quite a lot financially in Formula 2 and 3.

His dad is his biggest role model.

Roman has two brothers who are also in the racing industry. One drives in F2 and the other in F3 — their parents are dedicated to creating world champions, it seems.

He also has plenty of cousins and loved ones — holidays, such as Christmas, are wild.

— LATEN REED.

Laten has a cosy family compared to Roman, but it's still full of love.

His dad died when he was in his early teens and that separated his family massively as his dad wasn't from the area he grew up, so, he rarely sees his dads side of the family anymore.

He has a younger brother and took on the role of 'dad' at a young age, having to become the man of the house.

But, he loves his family and gets on well with his cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents on his moms side.

Laten is full of love, but the death of his dad puts his emotions on pause, hence why he finds it so hard to emotionally connect with people.

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

Jae's family is very private and wealthy, but it's never spoken about.

There's rarely any photos online, no posts, nothing. You only know what you've seen and experienced yourself.

His father is a businessman and works closely with the KPOP industry — which allows him to get away with a lot of stuff...

His mom used to be a model when she was young. Now she's a sort of 'trophy wife', who lives in luxury and doesn't have to lift a finger.

He's not super close with his family. He has better things to do, and his family likes it that way — as long as he's not fucking his career up.

He's also an only child.

— KAIDAN WOLFE.

Kaidan is only in contact with his mom.

His dad left at a young age, and his family beyond his mother's love was non-existent.

Kaidan doesn't mind, though. All he needs is his mom, friends, and now you.

He'd rather spend Christmas with his friends on a trip to New York that he invites his mom to rather than playing happy family with people he's never met.

— HAYDEN WEST.

Much like Kaidan, his family is sparse.

He dislikes his birthday for a reason.

He's always been alone, and he's grown used to it. He enjoys it now.

Once you're in his life, you become his family.

His parents weren't the best of people, and after living in foster care for the majority of his life, he lives for himself now.

— JOSHUA WHITE.

Huge family man. He loves them.

His family is big, humble and full of love.

They're all religious and close-knit and honestly, almost cultish if you look at them from the outside.

They do pretty much everything together, and no secrets are kept as secrets.

Honestly, it's a very welcoming atmosphere, but at the same time, it's suffocating.

— BLAKE CROSS.

He comes from a family of businessmen/women, models, socialites, lawyers, sportspeople anything that brings the money in.

They're the type of family to have golfing and spa weekends, trips to Rome and Monaco where they sip champagne on yacht owned by his uncles.

His family is big in Holywood, but unknown to the public eye, he works behind the scenes and is a very influential man.

If Blake has an issue, his dad knows the right people, and they don't mind getting their hands dirty.

Blake has a younger sister who is a model and he's very protective over her, nobody fucks with his sister.

[deesseshesca]

PAC:LETTER FROM PREGNANT SELF (HIS POV) 18+

PILE 1  

It would not surprise me if your baby father was in an extremely abusive relationship with his ex. May have other kids before he meets you (only for 50% of people reading this). You  may be an sex worker. If you are a stripper, you meet that person at work and actually become each other's safe place. Only for them, the rest of y’all, there was a natural development of the relationship and unfolding of each other's life. 

My (flower name (if you have a fav flower he might call u that in his language OR  is your stage name) 

I could spend a lifetime showing my devotion to you. To say we found love in a hopeless place is such a short statement of reality. I want to apologize for all the rough ways I dealt with you. You know I became so passive with life that pouring any kind of emotion was an expensive action. I spent years trying to make it work with my ex and honestly I would rather not talk about it but since this damm (watch your words…) girl keeps trying to pull on my energy here I am. I hate talking about her, you think it is because it hurts. Sure it does, I should have never been treated that way, should have never been ridiculed and humiliated. I should have never been yelled at because of my opinions or even beat on just because I was not providing something tailor to miss extremely complicated taste. Let’s fucking face it, what have I not gave. What can a 7 figure salary can’t fucking give you ! Nothing was never good enough. I should have understood the mind game she played but before I knew it I was hooked on the devil with no prenup and the idea of puppy love we had since high school. Every time it became too much, I would come see you dance. The way you move your body to the music is so enticing, I know it’s y’all job but you felt like it was your calling. I am not saying that you are nothing but a damm stripper, no please don’t take it like that. See that’s exactly why I did not want to talk to this (watch your mouth …) tarot reader because I am not good with my words. I hate the fact that I dedicate more time to STEM classes and work meetings. I dedicate more time to academic excellence and make sure to always more than admirable professional performance thinking I would never need to use art classes a day in my life. Here I am … Words failed me because I never took the time to appreciate the things surrendering me. Always so eager to gain new things and more knowledge. You were the first in my life, I truly allow myself to be appreciated. On the stage you own it, not like you are dancing for a couple dolla bills. Almost as if you don’t give a fuck weather men are there to spend or nah. You came to bask in your power. The first time you approached me, I could not help being rude. Now I can assure it is because I was mad, I knew you were approaching me to secure your bag. I wanted more, I wanted to matter to you as much as you matter to me. You left the first meeting with a stink face and you would have probably never dealt with me, if I never ordered that VIP room. Always came with more money each time. Taking more money from my wife's allowance to let it rain on you. It was my sweet revenge. Each time you never let go, like you use on stage. Guess you were not fond of me which confirms to me that it was not for the money. That also shows the amount of self respect you had for yourself in an industry that prides itself on destroying mental health in the name of a couple Benjamin. Then one day I ask you to sit down, apologize for the way I was treating you. Instead of making it rain, I put the money in your hands and ask you for a chat. Your face shows no judgment but instead mercy. You did not pride yourself on a broken man and I stop seeing you as only my distraction. The VIP with no dancing, bringing you back home after spending long hours at work, then finally following you at your apartment finishing the night with some intense love making. It was fun not being objectified for once in the bedroom. My wife likes to find pride in my beautiful big dick … I guess I only matter that way.

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