#back on my B.S. lol

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sorry for going awol i was busy finishing something up

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me every day: okay i'm going to try and relax and think about something other than grad school applications

me, roughly 30m later: thinking about grad school applications

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the chess game - b.s.

Brennan Sorrengail x reader part four of Brennan and Duchess's story. words: 2.9k 🏷: IRON FLAME SPOILERS, she/her reader in established relationship with Brennan (Duchess!), some heavy-handed chess analogies (do they even have chess in Navarre?), Cat gets her own warning, canonical peril with the venin, tiny bit of angst between you but it’s resolved quickly, suggestive at the end, italic dialogue between reader and Bren is spoken in Tyrrish, proofread this with a migraine lol enjoy

Brennan’s breath catches as you begin your descent of the marble stairs. You’re the picture of a warrior princess; draped in fine black silk that trails to the floor, plates of silver armor resembling tiny dragon scales covering your bare shoulders, a sheathed longsword strapped down your spine. You’ve left your hair in its usual braids, but a spiky diadem sits atop them, silver engraved with runes of protection.

“Lieutenant Colonel,” you greet, surprised. “It is always a pleasure.”

He extends a gloved hand to help you down the last three steps. “The pleasure is mine, my Lady,” he replies, lowering his head in deference and pressing a featherlight kiss to the back of your hand. 

You suppress a shiver at the touch — one you’ve felt many times, but there is something new about it now that you’re out of Tyrrendor and nobody here knows who you are to one another. It almost feels scandalous.

“Allow me to introduce Captain Mira Sorrengail and Cadet Violet Sorrengail.” 

You dip your chin to them in acknowledgment, smiling warmly. “I must thank you both for all that you’ve done for our people,” you say with a look to Xaden. 

“It has been our honor, Lady,” Violet says, smiling back. 

Mira resists the urge to roll her eyes at the finery, instead eyeing your hosts with deep distaste and suspicion — she’s never been this close to a gryphon flier without trying to kill them.

Xaden and Violet are staring each other down, undoubtedly fighting across their bond — he’s mad that she showed up unannounced, and she’s mad about him leaving her in the dark about all of this.

Brennan watches you carefully, the two of you doing some silent communication of your own.

You have every piece you need to win this game. You just need to think three steps ahead of your opponent.

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The three Sorrengails clean up well.

You can only imagine the amount of coercion it took to get Mira into that dress, but it looks good on her. Violet wears a similar one, her hair down and flowing over her shoulders instead of her usual tight coronet, and Xaden can’t seem to pull his eyes away from the soft silver strands.

You can’t help but smile at Brennan. He must have packed the formal uniform himself, knowing the level of dress required at these types of dealings from the complaining you’d done every time you’d returned. 

It looks near-identical to the one he’d worn on your wedding day — that one now hangs in a closet in your parents’ estate in Lindell, beside your white silk dress, but that jacket did not have quite as many adornments; he’s earned a few more stripes in the last three years.

You may not be close to him now, forced to remain a professional distance away, but you take solace in the fact that your hands have been all over that uniform before — that you’d sewn on the Lieutenant Colonel’s insignia for him last year, that you’ve stripped that jacket off of him more than once.

The Viscount wastes no time making his first move. “Have you given any more thought to Drake’s proposal, Lady Lindell? He is quite eager to hear back from you.”

Your heart pounds against your ribs; you weren’t expecting to discuss this now. “I have, actually.”

Brennan has never been a jealous person, never quick to anger, but right now he looks like he’s going to break a bone in his hand from how hard he’s clenching it into a fist. 

You choose your words carefully, knowing that these negotiations may be over in seconds if you say the wrong thing.

“I must decline. Tyrrendor is still working to recover from the events of years past, and we are now being presented with new threats as well. It would be wrong to divert any attention from my people at a time when they need leadership most.”

“Always so noble, Lady,” Tecarus praises with a sly smile. “It is easy to see why he is so enamored with you, despite your differences. Perhaps the two of you could discuss it again after this matter is resolved.”

Of course he won’t take no for an answer. 

Brennan has relaxed, but he still looks upset, avoiding your gaze. 

You can’t seem to quell the bubbling fear in your chest. Does Brennan doubt your affection for him, your commitment to him? Surely he understands that this is strictly business, that you aren’t seriously entertaining the idea of leaving him for Drake Cordella.

“Do not take his distance to heart, royal one,” Ban says firmly. “He loved you through his dying breath, and he will continue to far beyond the next.”

She’s right. You’ve never given Brennan any reason to believe otherwise, and you’d probably feel the same, should he have received a marriage proposal from another.

You realize exactly why you’d doubted yourself — Cat is staring daggers at you from her uncle’s side.

“That’s not the real reason, is it?” She asks, and the discussion that you hadn’t really been listening to suddenly grinds to a halt. Every head turns toward her, then follows her burning gaze to you. 

If she wants to fight this fight, you’ll let her. There is no getting under your skin, under the crown you wear; you’ll play her game, and you’ll win.

“I had hoped the Viscount and I would continue this conversation privately, as it is not the focus of our gathering,” you reply in the cold tone you’d use to discipline a cadet. “There are multiple reasons for my declination, which I shall not discuss in present company, but the foremost is that I have already found the one I wish to share my title with, and it is not your cousin.”

Cat simmers with rage and embarrassment, clearly not done with you, but you revel in the look on her face nonetheless. 

You can feel Xaden’s eyes on you, burning into your skin, but you do not turn to look in his direction. You will not apologize for anything tonight. You will not retreat an inch.

“If she says another word, I’ll roast her and her bird,” Tairn purrs, making a rare appearance.

“Not until the luminary is secured,” his mate replies, almost playful — she’s just as sick of the girl as he is.

You build up the mental wall, but leave some gaps in the brick; enough to send a message, but not to block them out completely. They do not protest, leaving you to your business; likely headed off to sample Poromiel’s sheep.

The night air here is just as cold as in Tyrrendor, and you’re rather underdressed for the chill as you step out onto the balcony. You open the door of your father’s library just a crack, allowing yourself to draw a tiny fraction of Ban’s power to warm yourself, letting the gentle heat flow through you as you rub your palms over the exposed skin of your arms.

Brennan comes to stand at your right, maintaining a professional distance between you. 

You keep your eyes forward, surveying the arena, and speak quietly, even though nobody else here knows the language. “Have I ever told you how much I love seeing you in a proper officer’s uniform, Lieutenant Colonel?”

You can see him redden in your periphery — you’d found out after his latest promotion exactly how much he likes hearing you say that title.

“It does not hold a candle to you in that dress,” he deflects. “You’re always regal, even in flight leathers, but this…” he blows out a nervous breath, not daring to finish the sentence. 

“It took two ladies maids to do up all these clasps,” you say, a mischievous smile on your face. “I could use your help taking it off tonight — I know you’ve always been good with your hands.”

Xaden interrupts before Brennan can reply, the words coming out angular and unpolished. “Stop mind-fucking each other and focus.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” Brennan scoffs. “You’re always looking at my sister like you want to eat her.”

You shoot the younger man a glare of warning, already knowing what his next words would be. “Don’t.”

Xaden rolls his eyes in response, but stays quiet.

Mira and Violet head down the stairs, and you step forward, intent to join them.

“Ah-ah, lady. You don’t want to get too close,” the Viscount says, and two of his men tug you back by your upper arms.

The wall you’ve put up is starting to crack, the emotions behind it slipping through as you realize there’s a very real chance that whatever’s in that chest is going to kill them.

The guards tighten their grip on you, likely instructed to keep you out of harm's way until this is over. You don’t struggle, focusing on your breathing, trying to reinforce the wall, to maintain the mask you need to wear tonight.

“Say the word, and we bring the castle down,” Ban growls.

“Not until we’ve made a deal,” you snap back.

It must be obvious to Xaden that you’re losing your grip. “He wants me to tell you two not to do anything stupid,” Sgaeyl forwards, sounding like she’s rolling her eyes. 

You don’t respond, don’t look to the boy to reply; you can’t tear your eyes from the lawn below you, where a living, breathing venin is standing less than fifty yards away from the two Sorrengail girls.

The wall crumbles in its entirety, rage and fear flooding through you. The guards pull their hands back, hissing in pain — you’ve scalded their palms.

Brennan is already heading down the stairs.

“Take this,” you call, finally able to form words. He turns, and you unsheath your sword in one quick movement, tossing it to him over the edge of the balcony.

You pray he won’t need to use it, but there’s nothing else you can do; even if you ran down there right now, it’s raining too hard for you to create a shield of fire around them, or to burn the thing to a crisp yourself.

All you can do is watch as the three siblings press themselves together, Mira screaming as she uses everything she has to shield them from the wave of decay.

“Incoming!”

Tairn is the first to arrive, swooping down into the arena to lift Violet up as lightning strikes the soaked grass -- electrocuting the venin. It crumples to the ground, dead.

The other four dragons weren’t far behind. They perch on the stone edge of the arena, eyeing your hosts with contempt. Ban appears to debate whether or not she’s hungry enough to polish off a whole gryphon, Sgaeyl looking like she wants to torch the gaggle of Poromish nobles that had appeared to watch Violet wield.

Relief floods your body, but it’s quickly replaced by anger -- anger that Tecarus would dare to risk Violet’s life in this way, to risk everyone’s lives by releasing a venin on his lawn.

Xaden is already on it; you turn back to see shadows curled around the man’s throat, his feet six inches off the ground as Cat pleads with him to release the man. There must be some silent communication between him and Violet, as he unhands him soon enough, sending him straight to the floor rather unceremoniously.

Mira still looks a little pale, but she’s standing on her own. You rest a hand on her arm, the other on Brennan’s, sending a soft wave of warmth to each of them; they’re both soaked to the bone and shivering.

Brennan motions for you to turn, sheathing the sword at your back. His fingertips brush your spine gently, both a soft gesture of thanks and a reminder that he is still here, despite the events of the last five minutes.

You take a breath, willing yourself to relax and building the wall back up. The game is nowhere near over.

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You wait in steely silence as the four other riders change back into dry flight leathers, your gaze not leaving the two guards who had restrained you earlier. They eye you with a healthy dose of fear, keeping their distance from you and your fellow riders.

You take this chance to rearrange your pieces, taking a different seat than you’d been assigned earlier. The other four fall into place silently; a united front of the Aretian leaders in the middle, a Sorrengail sister at each end. You sit eye to eye with Tecarus, Violet with Cat — both intentional choices. 

Everything you’ve done tonight has been a message, a statement, and you are barring no holds, taking no prisoners after he’d put your family in mortal danger.

You are not the ranking officer at this table, nor the ranking royal, but they let you make the call; it is obvious to them that you’re enraged. 

You keep your composure, letting the anger smolder as you speak. “I believe we have upheld our end of this deal, Viscount. We will-”

Tecarus cuts you off. “I’m afraid you are no longer in a position to be bargaining here, Lady.”

What?

“That’s ridiculous,” Brennan argues. “You won’t help us protect this entire continent, because she won’t marry your nephew?”

Your heart swells at Brennan’s unwavering defense of you, but you quickly realize what he’s done — and so does the Viscount.

“The fair knight is always ready to protect his queen,” Tecarus muses, a sly smile on his face. “But he isn’t just a knight to you, is he, Lady?”

You do not hesitate for a second, ready to put this business to bed, to finally be done with Drake Cordella’s advances and his uncle’s ceaseless meddling.

You turn to Brennan, your eyes not leaving his as you speak. “He is not just a knight. He is my husband, and when the day comes, he will stand beside me and take the title of Duke Consort of Lindell. We cannot be separated, even by death, and he is the one thing I will not compromise on.”

Brennan gives you a soft smile; after three years, you’ve finally told someone about the two of you, someone who wasn’t immediate family and hadn’t attended your wedding.

He reaches for your hand under the table. You take it, intertwining your fingers and lifting your clasped hands, resting them on the smooth wood for all to see, your rings now on full display.

You look back to Tecarus, who is uncharacteristically silent.

Brennan takes a turn to speak. “I will remind you that she is the one who has been weaving the runes embedded in those daggers my Lieutenants have given you. Should you continue to disrespect her, you will soon find yourself defenseless against a force beyond your comprehension.”

Check.

The Viscount smiles, though the expression doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Very well. In that case, I would like to change my terms.”

You nod, giving him permission to speak at his own table.

“I have taken in a hundred flier cadets and their leadership following the destruction of their academy. Take them with you back to Aretia, and train them to fight the venin, and the luminary is yours.”

You don’t bother to look to Xaden or Brennan to confer; it’s clear that everyone absolutely despises this idea.

“Fine,” you respond. “This threat is a threat to us all, and we will be stronger together than we will be separate. We will house and educate your cadets alongside our own, but it would behoove them to tread carefully. Riders and fliers have been enemies for centuries, and many aren’t quite so tolerant as us.”

You don’t need to look at Cat while you say it; she knows the message is directed to her.

“Then we have an accord,” Tecarus says, rising from his chair. “The fliers will be prepared to leave tomorrow at first light.”

“As will we,” you respond. You do not deign to thank him, watching in silence as he and his advisors file out of the room.

“If Drake so much as looks at you…” Brennan huffs, likely imagining the man with a broken nose.

You laugh, resting your ringed hand over his heart. “He can look all he wants, but I will gladly let you defend my honor if he tries anything else — you’re the only one allowed to touch.”

He groans in half-hearted complaint. “You can’t say things like that to me when we’re-”

“Your Grace,” Mira interrupts, bowing exaggeratedly.

“Cut it out,” her brother scolds, embarrassed.

You giggle. “I have a feeling she isn’t going to let that go any time soon, my love.”

“Nope,” Violet agrees, grinning from ear to ear.

“Need I remind you that you are in a very similar situation, sister?”

“You do not,” Xaden answers, stepping up behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Mira nearly gags at the sight, still unused to seeing her sister with the Riorson boy.

You smile, looking at your family for a moment. “Excellent work, all of you. Now get some rest; we have a long flight home in the morning.”

You don’t need to tell them to stay on their guard — they know that this castle has eyes and ears everywhere, and that not everyone in it can be trusted.

The three of them nod, turning to head up the stairs.

You gasp softly as you feel one of the many buttons at the back of your dress come undone, your hand flying up to hold the fabric to your chest.

“I was never assigned a room,” Brennan murmurs, his warm breath ghosting over your neck. “Mind if we share?”

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satoru coming home after having a long meeting with the higher ups just feeling so drained and needing you :(

{ a/n: this is my first long fic bc i was just yapping my lil lovergirl/hornball thots out saurrr PLS DONT HATE ME LOLS }

word count: 1.1k

warnings : minor / ageless blogs dni , some angst ? gojo x fem reader , 😻 eating, dirtyyyyyy talk hehe , missionary + getting it from the back, p in v unprotected , pet names , hair pulling, him calling you a “good girl” MHMMMMM

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“oh you’re home!! how was the meeting ‘toru?” you call out from the couch in your guy’s shared apartment as he walks over to you and drops down onto his knees in front of you. “sweetheart… i just missed you so much today” as he spreads your thighs open revealing your baby blue lace panties that he loves oh so much to him and gives you a few kisses to your clothed clit. it felt so good but you just wonder where the heck this even came from. “are you okay honey?” you asked him out of concern.

sometimes, the world felt like it was too much for satoru gojo; whether it was the pressure or feeling of everyone in the entire world simply depending on him because he is the strongest or having to constantly keep everyone safe and protected from all the curses that still continue to roam around tokyo, having the weight of the world on his shoulders but still having to put on a strong face because he knew that he can’t let people down.

but then you. you came along. the only person he let see himself so vulnerable and knew wouldnt judge or belittle him just for simply having human emotions. he loved the way you never once made him feel anything less than small . which is why he wanted nothing more than to give you everything the world + universe had to offer. even if it was as little as making you feel good or sharing an intimate moment even after he’s had a draining day of fighting curses or teaching first years or dealing with the higher ups b.s , because you were his breath of fresh air. and he couldn’t thank god enough for how much he had put you in his life and got to experience the wonderful things there is to life with you.

“yeah, i’ve just been so overwhelmed, stressed and the higher ups were just on one today” and before you even had the chance to muster a thought, he pulls your panties to the side and starts swirling his fat tongue around your entrance before he starts sucking and eating like you were the last meal on earth. you were trying to hold back the orgasm that was already forming in your stomach but he was just tongue fucking you so good that you were starting to close in your thighs on the sides of his face as you rode out your high.

he picks you up from the couch and starts carrying you princess style to your guys’ shared bedroom to lay you down softly on the silk sheets of the king bed, “can you be a good girl and take my cock for me?” he coos as he slowly slips your soaked lace panties off your gorgeous body that he worships and throws them gently down to the floor. you nodded as you look up at him with doe eyes, “yes baby”. he leaned down and started giving loving pecks to your neck as he pulls out his long and aching cock from his uniform and started gliding it up and down your throbbing, wet, folds. you both softly gasped at him slowly bullying his way into you. every time you two would have intimacy time with each other, he still feels like it’s the first time and he will never get over the fact that he feels like you were made for him. not sexually (well yes duh but) the way your soul and personality was made for him and you were made to help him find the peace he needed in his tied-up, chaotic life.

you moaned softly and deliciously “y-you feel so good ‘toru” his strokes were always so perfect and he knew how to please you like it was engraved in his brain to do so. “yeah, your always so tight for me sweetheart” he panted in your ear. “and your taking it like such a good girl hmm”. the way he sensually talks in your ear and to you through it was always your weakness and he knew that, because every time he said things he knew you would love to hear, he can feel you tighten up around him.

“i-i’m gonna cum baby” you panted out as you grabbed onto his biceps, “oh are you now, angel? go on, don’t be shy, you know you want to” he brings two long fingers down to your clit and starts rubbing slow circles to help you release your peak all over his glistening length. “i’m not done with you just yet, darling” he pulls out as he lowers back down onto the bed to lap up your sweet release with his tongue then flip you over on your stomach to press his tip onto you again before slowly pushing himself in, earning a low whimper from him under his breath. you were so wet for him that if someone were to walk into the apartment right now, all they would hear is the lewd , pornographic sounds coming from the both of your guys’ bedroom. he pulled your hair just enough to bring out a soft whine from you “i wanna see your gorgeous face sweetheart” he whispered in your ear, but as soon as he caught a glance of your flushed, pretty, fucked out face looking back at him, he knew it was over.

“please baby, let me come inside you… please, please, please” and before you even had the chance to even process what he was saying due to him fucking you so deliciously stupid to the point you had been drooling all over the sheets, he was already filling you up with his sweet seed and whimpering in your ear how much he loves you and how you were doing so good taking his delicious cock <3

and what a gentleman he is, because he does aftercare like no other, wiping away all the cum from the both of you that spilled out of you and the drool you drooled out with a towel, turning on the bath and running some nice hot water for you and bringing you some iced water after.

“i love you so much y/n. please don’t ever forget that.” he said to you as he kissed your forehead and helped you to the bathroom to get in the bath with you. “i love you too ‘toru. same goes for you too, i don’t know what i’d do without you” as you were scrubbing his back.

he was looking so yummy again, you were thinking it’s time for you to return the favor of what he gave you when he got home >.<

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[cozycottagetarot]

Trials and Tribulations with your Future Spouse

Pile 1 -> 3

This reading is all about hardships you may face at some point along the journey of being with your future spouse. It's also a repost of the original as I accidentally deleted it. 👀 It's lightly edited, but it's been a while so I can't offer clarifications on much.

PILE 1

Hello pile 1! In the beginning of you knowing each other, or prior to knowing each other, your future spouse may have struggled or at the time may be struggling financially. Through the cards, I see them having financial struggles/money or money loss until you come along. I feel like you guys may meet when you (the person reading this) are young (college/university age maybe). I see you *kind of* put up with their B.S until you realise they’re not making an effort to fix themselves financially. What I mean is sometimes when you’re (objective) with someone casually (romantic or platonic) you may not care as much about what someone does until their presence in your life starts to become more serious. Then it’s a matter of ‘how will their actions affect me/them/us?’. 

After that I see you guys flipping the switch. You go from being their ideal person to this cold, independent (not to say you weren’t before, they’re just realising how independent you are) person. You’d threaten to walk away if they don��t clean up their financial situation, and I feel like in the end you do. But that can’t be the end of the story, right? After pulling a second set of cards the story shifts. Your future spouse, now having realise they’ve lost you, work on getting their finances in order and succeed. Once they do this, it’s a matter to them of being able to ‘win you back’. In my mind I get an image of someone showing up at the other's environment (work, home, hangout) looking dapper/classy with flowers or some other gift, along with the verbal offering to start over. I see you assessing them and realising they have made a complete 180 in the way they are presenting themself, but still, it’s up to you to decide if you reconcile or cut them off altogether. I feel like you do agree to a fresh start in the end because there’s The Fool. Through the images on the cards, I imagine you guys are able to move past this trial and have a passionate and romantic relationship together. They become someone dependable, loyal and hardworking and you return to your softer, more gentle energy with them.

PILE 2 

This whole reading I felt absolutely nothing lol. What I mean by that is, that I felt so in control of my general being the whole entire time, it was so unusual. Pretty please, what’s your secret to being so chill? 😆. Jokes aside, I think between you and your future spouse, you’ll be the more calm and controlled one. The ‘Present One’, while they might more often find themself in la la land. In the cards, from their meanings and images, I see your potential trial & tribulation between you and your future spouse being a lack of recognition in how much you do for them. I don’t mean in a materialistic or caretaking kind of way but in the sense of reminding them there’s a doorway that leads out of that headspace. You both show up for each other in the relationship, helping care for the other when they need some extra help. Your future spouse knows this and is grateful for it. 

What they tend to not be aware of however, is how often you kind of put a halt to them getting stuck in their head. For the situation that is showing up, there are a lot of pentacles so I’m going with a career related explanation. Your future spouse may get so invested in or overwhelmed by their work that they may find themselves focused on it 24/7 constantly mulling over ideas and solutions. You would notice and respond with a *insert caring sigh* 'Here we go again'. 

The solution? There’s this level-headed energy, so I think you would bring it up with something as simple as a playful nudge over dinner, letting them know what’s going on and how you feel. They would realise that they’ve been so focused on their work and so in their head, they didn’t even see how you were working to keep the sun shining for them. Your future spouse would come to understand that it hasn’t been an equal give-and-take lately, and would want to correct it quickly. Obviously, it’s not something that can happen overnight, but I do see them learning to better control their mental focus, along with where they are investing their time and gaining balance. The end outcome is a restoration of harmony between you both, and you’re future spouse learning to be more present. 

PILE 3 

Pile 3, I’m going to be honest with you ✋I don’t see any seriousness to this relationship when this ‘trial’ is going on. It more seems like the trial is getting to one another… as in you two haven’t even met??? I pick up on a third-party situation in the sense of hardships presenting in your individual lives (one or both of you) and creating a blockage or stagnation. The cards come across so heavy, particularly the court cards since they are reversed. It makes me think that you (again could be you, your FS or both) are not in the ‘energy’ you’re meant to be in. But a happy ending awaits once you move away from those hardships. I asked about the hardship and The Hermit and Four of Cups came out, so I think it’s just a matter of some part of your life isn’t giving the results you want, or is causing you pain, so you’re rejecting it. 

You know it’s not what you want, but you’re still kind of confused. I think the solution that leads to the ‘happy beginning’ is acceptance and peace of mind. Knowing there’s only so much you can control, only so much you can do and realising that you are doing it already, or taking the action to do the things that you can do. From there stems this inner peace, happiness, contentment, and a sense of freedom. The end outcome is a new beginning which I then believe will lead to you meeting your future spouse.

So to summarize (since I’m not sure how well I explained that), your trial & tribulation to getting with your future spouse is a matter of making adjustments to your life so it aligns with something that brings you peace inside. 

I just see heaviness and reversed court cards making me think of not being in the energy you were meant to be in. But there is a happy ending waiting for you both once you move away from those hardships. 

Disclaimer: All readings are based on current energies. I read tarot for self-reflection and guidance purposes, but as always, this reading is for fun and entertainment purposes only. Any reading I post is in no way meant to act as or replace professional advice of any kind. You know yourself and what’s going on in your life best so I ask that you trust yourself above all else. I cannot predict the future, and prediction readings are to be seen simply as a potential outcome. Finally, please take only what resonates from the reading which may be some of it, all of it, or none at all. 

[leianaberrie]

I saw your recent post about your rewatch of S6.

Things that really needed to be address and explored.

Kai being Bonnie’s first kill. I would’ve love to see a scene where this is addressed. Damon should’ve pointed this out to Bonnie. I mean I know from an out-of-universe perspective this was done so that it can later be a surprise reveal that Kai can resurrect. But still the choice that it was Bonnie who was gonna kill him was deliberate. They could’ve found another way for him to die. I would’ve liked to see an emotional intense argument during Bonnie and Kai’s confrontation where Kai brings this up.

Another thing. “He left me all alone.” Ok again this was the writers just pulling b.s out their ass for plot convenience but from an in-universe perspective I think this line says a lot about how Bonnie is willing to sacrifice so much for her friends and not admit to herself they don’t do the same in return.

Like I would’ve loved to see a scene where she realizes she was only left behind in the 1994 prison world cause she thwarted every attempt at leaving with Kai all for her friends sake. I remember Chris Wood even replied to a tweet and said Kai would’ve gladly left with Bonnie.

So it be really nice if Bonnie had a scene where she is getting flashbacks of her time as the anchor and all the pain and sacrifice she has done for her friends and admit to herself that Kai is just being used a scapegoat to prevent herself from facing the truth about her toxicity of her friendships.

In my own little fics (that I write in my head lol) Bonnie leaves Mystic Falls, in fact leaves Virginia entirely and distances herself from the gang and reunites with Lucy. Abby actually becomes a present caring mother. And Jo reaches out to Bonnie and becomes close with her as well.

And Beremy have a proper goodbye and he tells her that he saw her in the garage getting ready to kill herself and that Kai (despite nearly dying himself) was the one who made that possible.

lol, you just meta'd about 80% of the plot - and motivation - the s6-time-era flashbacks of Long Shadows! Everything you mentioned here - Bonnie realizing that her friends keep letting her down, and she gives them more than they give back, that Damon basically used her to free his mother, finding out that Kai saved her life (although in this fic it was from Kai himself, but Jeremy collaborated this later), and Bonnie leaving Mystic Falls and telling them to never call her again... I really, really wanted s6 to be Bonnie's Watershed moment of realizing just how much her life was messed up because of misplaced values. Loyalty is all well and good, but it has to be reciprocal. Bonnie consistently sacrificing herself for people who treat her as an afterthought needed to be addressed. Bonnie dealing with a lot of her trauma over the seasons - from her grandma dying to her mother being turned to her father being brutally murdered - all because of her involvement with her friends's crisis. Bonnie herself dying. Literally dying. Then becoming the Anchor which was a special form of torture. The Prison World was just the last straw because she'd been breaking for years.

[dizzyanalyst]

introduction!

heyheyhey :] somehow got through five years of undegrad just lurking on studyblr, but now that i am switching careers and back to studying, i figured i could use the support!

always looking for friends, accountability buddies, or anyone to talk about the turmoils land joys of adulthood.

about me:

24, he/él

B.S in Psychology and B.A in English Literature

non-profit program coordinator -> data analyst! currently completing a bootcamp while working full-time

fluent in english and spanish. casually learning german.

adhd+Mad

simply working towards a better future, every day.

interests:

reading & writing. i am a fiction writer and i'm currently working on a series of children's books. i am a fan of literary fiction, historical fiction, and anything i can read in one day!

astrology, herbalism, and divination + cartomancy

baking shows........ currently binge watching halloween baking championship s4

why data analytics:

i just want... quality of life. structure. a break. i need space to breathe. the space to be creative..... i am not cut out for the type of work i am currently doing in the public sector.

full transparency, signing up for the bootcamp was a manic decision. desperate attempt to break free. and what do we do as adults? own up and make it work!!

i am projected to finish the course in december, but it is self paced, so i could finish earlier!

once i finish the course, as i transition out of my current job, my goal is to pick up contract work for supplemental income.

what i'll be doing here:

100 days of productivity - #dizzy100dop

language learning resources - #dizzygerman

data analytics stuff.... - #dizzyanalytics

posts of me trying to figure out my life lol - #dizzyanalyst

[redfish-blu]

yes yes yes yes hiiiiiii!!!!! any thoughts on zone lore? personally, I feel that there’s of course, the main deities, but I feel like they have a lot of folklore! sitting by a campfire at night, telling tales about the first killjoys to make it to the desert, what the colours in the sky mean, etc, etc.

(I wanted to ask earlier lol, but I can’t seem to switch to my danger days blog so I was trying to figure that out and then forgot lol :,) )

have a great day!

This is a great question, very expansive as well so I’ll do my best to address my take on all of it.

Quick disclaimer: my interpretation of the zones deviates from canon as well as general fanon, so some of what I say might not align with the knowledge of the average Danger Days tumblr user. I’d be happy to explain my own thoughts in a separate post if anyone should be interested though!

Like you said, we already have Destroya and the Phoenix Witch. I feel like Destroya is more of an inner-zones vibe. You hear about him more when you’re still on the power grid, killjoys who don’t originate from the city or the grid aren’t into Destroya as a figure of worship like they are with the Phoenix Witch. The two definitely coexist, but in the way of popularity, the inner zones take Destroya. Purely because Destroya and the Graffiti Bible are are pertinent to the inner zones’ issues. Oppressive regime, surveillance, androids, etc. On the wall separating Battery City from Zone 1, the side in the zones is covered completely with murals and quotes and imagery from the Graffiti Bible. The other is constantly being pressure washed.

The Phoenix Witch (on top of the fact that she’s a tangible being unlike Destroya for most of his existence) is popular among older killjoys for the most part, who pass her stories down to the younger ones. There’s no point of origin for the Phoenix Witch, everyone has a different story of her conception. Some believe she’s just a reclusive human, some believe she manifested from some higher power to watch over the Zones and give them faith to defy BL/ind. Some even say she and Destroya come from the same cloth and are working together, or something. And some just think she’s b.s, even if they do believe in her.

Moving on to less household Zone Lore, it’s no debate that every Zone is haunted as fuck. In the scary way and in the “that’s not normal but it’s not hurting me” way. If you spend enough time with the right crowd of ‘joys you’re bound to get a handful of campfire stories. Or you’ll be the one telling them.

Obviously there’s the iconic Zone Fridges that just appear out of nowhere, fully functional and stocked with exactly what you’re looking for even if it isn’t food. This also happens with toilets, just make sure to watch your back while using them. You learn not to question those. Whatever causes the phenomenon seems to be benevolent anyways. Perhaps it is the same thing that keeps the car running when there’s no gas, or causes that blaster shot that definitely should have hit to fizzle out harmlessly.

There’s UFOs, of course. They never get close to the ground. Usually just lurking over the hills or skittering off when you try to get a picture or approach them a la Nope (2022). It’s become a sort of good luck charm to encounter one, especially in Zone 3 and 4. You have to wave to activate it though. UFOs became super common after the last Helium War, maybe they’re more interested now that humans have bigger problems than proving they exist.

And then there’s the things you can’t explain. The things you just have to accept as they are because they’re too damn weird. Like people you saw dead two days ago showing up alive, or Zone 3 just disappearing into thin air. The latter usually happens before a big BL/ind sweep is scheduled, which is quite convenient as they are almost always canceled afterwards. Nobody really knows where Zone 3 goes when it disappears, everyone who has a story of being in it when that happens says it’s just like normal Zone 3 but it doesn’t end.

There’s plenty of wives tales to keep kids from exploring dangerous places and staying out after dark. Run of the mill boogeyman shit, a third of which might actually be real. Freakish monsters roaming the desolate hills of Zone 4, haunted caves out in 5, never stepping over a grave, and believing in bad omens are common superstitions. Hearing a pack of coyotes at night, disembodied music or whistling, and circling vultures are all considered signs of warning for the future.

Killjoys make Bad Luck Beads, carved with symbols of luck and protection to ward off any unwanted creeps and bad energy. Being gifted a set is a huge sign of admiration from the giver. People paint eyes around their homes, typically on windows or doorframes as a symbol of being looked after. And creating art with crow feathers as a nod to the Phoenix Witch is popular as well. It’s hard to feel truly safe in the Zones, so killjoys turn to habits and ritual to soften the blows.

I just noticed I forgot to talk about the mailboxes. There’s a few “official” ones floating around, mostly in Zone 3 and 4 because that’s where most people get dusted. But any mailbox works for the Witch. ‘Joys decorate them with bright colors, candles, flowers, jewelry and messages for the dead so the Witch will see them and know to check for letters or masks. November 3rd is Mailbox Day, which is sort of a blanket holiday for Halloween, Día De Muertos, All Saint’s/Souls Day, and Thanksgiving. Killjoys write letters and poems, dress up, make artwork, and tell stories around the mailbox to remember the dead and let them know they’re still thinking of them. It’s a very popular occasion, as it’s generally a festive event rather than one of mourning or sadness.

I’m gonna call it there! I hope that blurb satisfied your curiosity. I really do enjoy discussing it :D

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 9.z

One new wall nearly every second, all in red and shades of grey with the occasional stain in yellow or sepia tones.  The only ones that lingered were the ones that needed more time to allow blood to seep through cracks or for something to crawl between wallpaper and wall, one corner of the wall to the other.

well this is a horror aesthetic

Tashlit sat back in her chair, mouth closed, swallowing a few times to clear her throat because coughing wasn’t working. Painted nails. Her lips- she was pretty sure she had lipstick on. She’d only worn lipstick once and she had been five or six. The result had been a horror show and one very ticked off older cousin who hadn’t wanted her strict dad to know she owned any makeup.

alpeana nightmare? Or possessing someone somehow, but I don't think of that as something Tashlit can do. Maybe another realm?

A wall to her right flickered from being on fire to being skin and hair, with a texture that defied normal adjectives.  For less usual adjectives, genital sufficed, indistinct in gender but raw, goosebumped, and folded toward the center, framed with coarse hair.

I'm not even going to try to picture this

The girl, still rubbing at the eye that would have let her spot Tashlit, looked around.  Her irises were purple, the pupils vertical slits.  She set her eye on Tashlit, paused, and her expression went from sad to a wide smile. “Heyyyyy,” the kid said. “Tashlit!” “Verona.”

oh nice! I'm guessing that each of them subconsciously chose their avatar here? So Tashlit is human again, but dressed up in a way that she thinks of as fancy. And Verona is a furry kid marked with a tear.

“The adventure?  Dealing with the invaders?” Verona asked.  “I’m claiming the credit for the badass play that stopped Bridge.”

nice phrasing, and good establishing your participation

“That’s great!  What did you do?” “I think you should ask Lucy, she’ll tell that story better.”

lol

Avery was wearing a decorated jacket and button-up shirt with a copper-tinted sash and epaulets. An antler pin at her brow kept her hair back at one side, while the other side draped straight down.

nice! I like the pseudo-military look, and the asymmetric hair

“What demesne would you make?” Tashlit asked. “Oh man. Okay, so I’m a creative type, right? And art, really, is about testing and pushing boundaries…” “Really worried,” Avery elaborated.

seconding that worry :)

Snowdrop wore a simple white dress, earrings that were little silver opossums with the tails hooked through her earlobes, and she had tiny white flowers in her hair, one over one ear to start but getting more dense toward the bottom, until they were omnipresent.

fancier than I'd expect, but I guess it matches everyone else

Lucy was still recovering. She wore a halter-style dress, red, with jewelry matching her earring at her ear, brow, topping her ponytail like its own little tiara, as bangles, as a necklace, and as various rings, including two caps on the fingertips of her left hand, forming clawed tips.

nice! I like the jewelry, and the claws are a nice touch

"If I’m to be a corruptive ooze that seeps into patterns and processes, I’ll be a gentleman corruptive ooze.”

I like Montague

"Umm, Sabita was odd right out the gate.  The way my dad tells it, she looked normal for about five minutes, then a tiny snake slithered out of her nose and onto the beach, and then the floodgates opened.” “Floodgates?” Lucy asked. “Of snakes?” “Yeah. Ears, nose, mouth… everywhere. Handful every second. All shapes and sizes. But you know, my dad’s a trooper.”

did they ever stop?

"Last I saw her, she was doing a thing as a fortune teller.  Travel to a certain island, go to a cave, and there’ll be a woman in the shadows, who’ll tell you what’s to come.” “How do you learn that?” Verona asked. “I think she B.S.’s a lot of it."

I love this. Real mystical semi-divine snake woman, fake prophecizing. She should team up with Nicolette

“I visited other siblings.  Our whole deal, I’m not sure if anyone’s explained, Montague, is we’re like the bloodlines of Echidna, or Minos of Crete, or Jormungandr.  Sometimes you get a girl who has snakes instead of bodily fluids, sometimes you have a boy with sapphire skin who kills anyone who hears his voice, and sometimes that egg hatches and you have two dragons sharing one mind.  Mom found knotted places for them to reside, so you can only find them if you go looking.”

so cool

I mean, it sounds like it sucks for most of them, but so cool

"Um, one of my brothers is a big crime lord in a place knotted enough that someone with a ‘skin condition’ of not having skin gets a pass, and he really knew how to throw a party.  He bought me a, uh, dance, and the company of the male dancer for the evening, and… no thank you.” “No?” Avery asked.

huh.

Also, amused at Avery instantly perking up when Tashlit mentions not having been into (a) guy

“Aren’t you upstarts?” Montague asked.  “You’ve been given a lot of power in a short time.  You’ve already challenged a system you’ve known for months and it feels as if you might carry on doing that.”

and this is making a lot of people nervous

Avery shifted her seat, giving up on trying to keep Snowdrop from snacking.  “We’re looking for help, Montague, we want to make this work, here in Kennet, and we want you guys to feel at home.  But we also want things to be better.”

and sometimes those two goals are in conflict (see the Hungry Choir)

“I’ll take it in the positive, adventurous spirit it was offered,” Montague said, his voice briefly lapsing into feedback squeals for the ‘s’ sounds, before almost disappearing into a crackle.  “Much as you’ve done by indulging me here.”

Verona is good with "weird" Others

“For a vacation, dribbletits,” Avery said. Verona snickered at the insult.

same

“I was going to ask if you wanted company,” Tashlit told Verona.  “I’ve wandered around, and if it isn’t far, I can cover a lot of ground in a day.  But if it’s getting in the way of you spending time with your mom…”

yes! This would be neat, keep Verona from getting too isolated

“They can’t really figure out what my responsibilities should be,” Tashlit told him.  “I wasn’t brought in for any exact purpose.  I was brought in on Verona’s recommendation.”

:)

“You don’t know what binging is?  Oh my god…” Verona paused, her expression changing.  “Oh my god.  You haven’t watched all that much TV and movie stuff.  I can show you some of the best stuff and you’re totally unspoiled.  You haven’t even been ruined by trailers!  It’s a pure and vicarious-for-me viewing experience!”

I bet Verona would like liveblogs

“Says the horror fetishist,” Verona said.  “And the closet romance-movie-watcher.” “I’m not closeted, exactly, I just don’t broadcast it.  I like genres with a lot of conventions and movies that toy with those conventions.  Horror and romance are really formulaic.  It’s the same with music.”

that's actually a really cool way of looking at things. I know I appreciate books that are in conversation with their genre for genres I know well, but I hadn't thought about how more rigid genres would play into that

“I used to like romance movies, but then I got super sick of them really fast all of a sudden,” Avery said.

gee, I wonder why

“We can find you stuff, Avery.  Just gotta know where to look,” Verona said.

I feel like Verona could put together a list of good queer starter media. I bet Avery would like She-Ra.

"And I think my mom might be really careful about not causing too much fuss, sometimes, and Avery’s parents being there probably really helped, with that.” “Not making much fuss?” Verona asked.  “I guess you got that from your dad?” “I got it from me, if I’m being generous to myself,” Lucy said She sat back. “From Paul, if I didn’t.”

... ouch

"She saw the church and the church community as a kind of insurance, where you put in the hours and make your face known and they’ll support you if you’re ever in a pinch. That she really liked being able to shop around for a sub-community of people to spend time with."

I need to find more (non-religious) things like this as an adult. I was in a club in college that provided a lot of this, and I miss having that in person.

“Exactly, yeah,” Lucy said.  “Verona’s mom is really set on deep introspection and thinking about how to set up her life.  She’s smart and does this, I dunno, calculus?  Figuring out her church community, wine drinking buddies, work…”

Lucy means this in a complimentary way, but I could see Verona thinking of it as cold or unfeeling in the way her dad accuses her of being

“The Demesne ritual in particular is one I mind, because it means ceding ground, every time, and because it runs against the sect I belong to.  But they grow.”

Do Demesnes keep existing after the practitioner dies? This also reminds me of how demons operate, from Pact. Incremental progress that can't be undone.

“Boxes and box-makers,” Rook said.  “Cages and cage makers.  What is a home but four walls, a floor, a ceiling?  A container we make for ourselves.  What boxes do we fit in?  What boxes do others put us in, or lock us in?  Do you understand the thread running through this?”

I'm thinking of that one tumblr post about queer identity where the response to "Why would you define yourself with a label" is "As any cat can tell you, a box you choose for yourself is very different from one someone puts you in"

“There is a stopping point,” Rook told him.  She clicked the calipers closed, then slid them into her belt.  “That point is when you decide to stop playing games with the rules and get serious.”

ominous but cool!

"If you think of this as a game of chess, then those three girls don’t have any idea that they’re playing.  They are poised to lose, soundly and thoroughly.  As for myself, I don’t plan to lose.  It may not be a victory, but it shouldn’t be a loss.”

welp.

The outfits were similar to what they’d worn in the dream, if simpler.  Avery wore a light blue button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbow and black pants, hair in a similar style, and a matching pin to the dream.  Snowdrop wore a white dress that faded to gray at the bottom, slightly simpler opossum earrings, and silver eye shadow.  Her hair didn’t have as many flowers in them and they weren’t all snowdrops.  A lot were daisies and longer stems with very small white buds on them.  Lucy had done a good job there.

awww, this is nice

“I got so preoccupied making the pin for Avery and the earrings for Snowdrop that I sorta didn’t pack much,” Verona said. “I’m going to borrow some of Lucy’s stuff and my mom’s going to want to take me shopping, I bet.”

Getting to see people wearing jewelry you made is fun

All of it over stormy red-and-purple clouds, balloons, and dirigibles.  A train station in light, bright colors, occupied by predominantly young Others, poised over an open, wild, dreamlike sky that was more painting than reality.

this would also make really neat art

“Tashlit,” Verona murmured, pointing, “Meet Zed, Brie, Nicolette, Jessica, Tymon, Liberty, and Fernanda.  I guess Estrella had better things to do?”

oh nice! That's a good mix. Basically everyone they made a positive connection with at the Institute. Glad to see Fernanda sticking around after hanging out with Avery that once. And that they invited Estrella even if she couldn't make it. I wonder if Tymon is mainly here for Lucy?

“This isn’t about the Familiar ritual we’re about to do, but that’s a part of it. This is about attachments, forming bonds, and establishing long-term ties. I’ve been saying for a little while now that I think we need help. We’re willing to make deals if you want to ask for them, but we’d really like your support for what’s coming down the road.”

good to see Avery taking point on this! It will be useful to have these allies, and I think inviting them to the familiar ritual is a nice touch

[wellthatwasaletdown]

I kind of agree with that anon I can see both sides of the coin that whilst she’s in london they are great friends and like hanging out. I get friendly vibes from them and she might not know anyone so it makes sense. I also do all the things they’re doing right now with my guy friends and I am not dating them. BUT I also see where people could assume their dating, very plausible to think so and the only way we will know is if they are seen past October! Way too early to start making long term assumptions like so many tiktok Stan’s are saying their star crossed lovers lol

He never confirms any of his relationships. Back in June, y'all were saying, "Well, if he's seen with her more when he gets back to Londkn, then we'll know that their dating."

Now, he's surfaced back in London and has been seen with her every day since, and y'all are still pushing this just friends b.s. It's obvious they are more than friends. How serious are they is anyone's guess, but they are, at the very least, seeing one another.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

I don't know if you've seen the whole "Kelly defending Chris Brown" situation, she's fighting with her life for a men who doesn't want dark skin black woman around him,, but I just wanted to say I've never been so disappointed with someone like I'm with her. And all the comments supporting him, the game talking to boycott the awards that didn't want him there. Seriously? where was all that energy for Megan? Amber? Kelly herself? meanwhile they laugh at they? call them a liar? not to mention other women who are disrespected every day. I really don't understand all this love for Chris Brown, he's not that talented, if he was, he would have come back, industry loves woman abusers. besides, I hate it when they say "Rihanna forgave him", as if she were the only one of his victims.

The way that people love and support woman abusers, agressors, its just so painful too see. Why can't they support the victim that way? It's so tired to be a woman and this motherfucker just keep making worst!

I agree I definitely gave Kelly side eye for that lol. Here’s the thing, I’m not a fan of Chris as much as I used to be but I feel like his talents (like many artists) outshine the shit they’ve done and people love to overlook that and it’s disappointing honestly. He’s talented that’s without a doubt. Talent aside, he’s problematic like many other celebs. The whole Rihanna forgave him thing is some B.S because so? That means we’re all supposed to just come together and forgive him? It’s not like that for many. And I have my reservations about Rihanna too but that’s my girl and I’ve always supported her in the abuse even when many said she staged the pics. That’s how I feel about R.Kelly as well. I don’t get how people can still listen to this man music after what he did. Honestly it’s not shocking anymore.

[mew-f-0]

I just wrote like a 10 minute vent post and it didnt load.. Maybe for the best.

It was just about having bad christmas and ptsd feelings and panic attacks coming back out of no where. :c

Even tumblr doesnt wanna hear my b.s. lol

Edit: im trying again anyway

I had the worst xmas eve and xmas in a long time.. I was gonna go see my mom and sister but they didnt tell me my abusive dad was gonna be there and i had a meltdown

My friend was gonna give me a ride but we didnt make it 10 miles out when the car didnt start again. He was gonna try to get a oil change but it didnt need it and the meter was broken and then it didnt start so we spent like 6+ hours waiting for help and stuff. He eventually got it going. Weird how i was kinda protected from having to see my abusive dad.. Maybe it was the interdimensional alien guardians heh. Once i found out that he was gonna be there i had a little panic attack melt down. For some reason my anxiety has been acting up, hasnt been this bad since high school.

Also i didnt get to drop of presents to pubby-chan that was lame i felt bad but it will be ok i will mail them later. I wish i could of seen her for a second at least. I only have 2 friends in this big bad world and she is one of them :3

At least i got to spend some time with my other friend even tho we were stuck in the cold, we both just played switch waiting for help to come it was ok

I dunno why my hell brain is acting up again i jus wanna he normal q.q. i have a doctor appointment late january it seems like so far off i hope they can help me get on new meds or soemthing. My mom said she had similar thing happen at my age like just anxiety flare up out of nowhere. They gave her klonopin idk what that is but if it help her maybe it help me.

I just gotta not let the intrusive thoughts win and focua on what makes me happy.

Cats, good friends in my life, video games, music, anime, arts and crafts.. Good nature n such. Just wish i could go back to normal hopefully soon.. I cant even enjoy weed anymore it just makes me anxious .. Just out of nowhere it started doing that must be something going on i dont know about. Solar flares maybe or planetary alignments.

I spent all christmas making a shiny zangoose perler. Its the biggest one i ever made and it took forever cos i kept messing up! But i was determined and like 10 hours later i finished it.

It took longer making that than it did finding one in game lol. The shiny sandwiches rly worked for me tho! I found a shiny zangoose first try :3

[callsign-rogueone]

fireproof - b.s.

cadet!Brennan Sorrengail x cadet!reader (young Brennan and Duchess!) words: 1.4k 🏷: no book spoilers because this happens before the events of fourth wing hehe. more of bb bren and bb duchess. set soon after the events of allies, so read that first! near-death situation / mortal peril, but no actual injury happens. I promise these two will communicate their feelings soon lol

You come to a stop in front of Brennan’s door, heart pounding. You hadn’t thought about this part, and you’re not sure what to do; you don’t want to knock, don’t want to wake up any of the other cadets -- it’s still very much four in the morning, and you’re not supposed to be out of your room.

You’re not supposed to be talking to a second dragon, either, but here you are.

Brennan pulls the door open, sparing you the decision -- Marbh must have woken him up. He’s quick to usher you inside, scanning you for injury. 

“This is going to sound absolutely insane,” you breathe, “but Marbh is in my head right now.”

He blinks the sleep from his eyes, still not fully awake. “What?”

“Marbh is talking to me. I have no idea why or how, and for some reason, I can’t reach Ban to ask.”

You both hear the orange daggertail’s response at once. “She is otherwise occupied, so she sent me.”

“That’s not vague at all,” Brennan says aloud, exasperated.

“If you must know, she is defending herself to the Empyrean right now.”

Your eyes widen. “The dragon council? Why?”

“That is for her to explain to you.”

Brennan notices you’re fully dressed, your longsword sheathed across your back and a thick cloak covering your shoulders. “If you’re going to find her, I’m coming too.”

He turns to open the closet, digging through it for a clean pair of flight leathers.

Your eyes catch the dark orange of the relic spanning his back, your cheeks warming as you realize he isn’t wearing a shirt. You whirl around, averting your eyes, but the sight is already burned into your brain.

You’d never realized how toned he is.

Focus, you tell yourself, shaking the thought from your head. Ban could be in mortal danger right now. 

“Ready,” Brennan says, shouldering his sword.

It’s absolutely freezing out, still the thick of winter, though there’s been a break in the snow this week, so you don’t need to worry about leaving footprints as you cross the courtyard.

Brennan leads the way, taking a shortcut through a door you’ve never even noticed before. 

Making it out of the fortress is the easy part. You step into the wet grass, and you realize you have no idea where to go.

“Marbh?” 

Silence. Literal crickets. Great.

You gather the slack of the black string connecting you to Ban and pull gently, seeing where it leads. Northeast, to the flight field and the vale. You make the climb silently, worried that if you speak, you’ll somehow alert whoever is threatening Ban to your presence, or that you won’t hear them coming.

You’ve never been out here, never been allowed to -- you still aren’t, and you probably never will be, but you push the thought aside as you continue. It’s surprisingly deserted out here, which is as equally concerning as it is relieving.

It’s so dark out that you almost mistake the orange daggertail ahead of you for Marbh. Almost. 

Marbh isn’t missing an eye; this is Melgren’s dragon, Solas.

His jaws open, and you know there’s no time to run, to fight, to beg for your life.

You yank Brennan behind you, praying to whatever gods will answer that your body will be enough to shield him from the fire.

It is.

You hear the roar, feel the heat, see the grass on either side of you catch, but you’re protected by an invisible wall that extends from your outstretched hands, keeping back the flame.

You plant your feet, fighting to stay upright and to keep doing whatever this is. It feels like you’re pushing a thousand pounds uphill, but if you stop, if you falter for even a second, or it will cost both you and Brennan your lives.

The blast stops, leaving a wall of flickering orange fire in front of you that fades after a split second.

You nearly collapse as you step backward. You’re exhausted, soaked in sweat and overheated despite the chill of the night air, your heart pounding and lungs burning like you’ve been running for miles.

Brennan holds you up, undoing the clasp of your cloak to help cool you off.

The ground shakes with the landing of multiple dragons. If they’re as mad as Solas is, you’re absolutely cooked. You have no idea how to do that again, or if you even can.

You want to tell him how sorry you are that you’d dragged him into this, that you shouldn’t have knocked on his door to tell him, you should have just gone alone, that when you die together, you'll spend the rest of your afterlife making it up to him, that your biggest regret in life will be not telling him how you felt about him, that you--

“Sorry I’m late, noble one.”

You whip your head up to see a black leg next to you. Ban. She’s brought company — Marbh, and a giant brown swordtail that you’ve never seen before. Brennan’s eyes widen in shock, but he stays silent, his arms still wrapped around you.

Marbh does not greet you, instead stalking past you toward the other orange dragon and baring his teeth in warning.

Oh, gods, are they going to fight? If Solas kills Marbh, it’ll kill Brennan too.

The brown steps forward, cutting Marbh off and stepping dangerously close to Solas. They lock eyes for a moment, and Solas backs up, but the other takes a step forward, forcing him to retreat. Solas quits while he’s behind, taking flight and disappearing over the ridge.

The brown dragon looks back at you, satisfied with his work.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him, still terrified. If he could scare off Solas, he must be even nastier — or he must have said something to him that made a difference.

He nods his head at you in acknowledgment before he takes off.

The sun is starting to rise over the mountains, casting the scorched ground in gold. 

Brennan’s hands are on you instantly, checking you over for injury, but you’re more focused on the perfect half-circle of green grass beneath you that hadn’t been burned.

“You’re a fire wielder,” Ban answers, sensing your confusion. 

You breathe a sigh of relief. Finally.

It had taken Brennan just over two weeks to discover that he was a mender, the rest of your class following suit quickly. You're the only first-year who is yet to attend Professor Carr’s lectures. 

You were beginning to think you might not have been going to get a signet at all.

“We never doubted you for a second,” another voice purrs -- not Ban or Marbh.

You startle. “What?”

A different one replies, a gruff male who sounds absolutely terrifying. “We’ve been watching you with great interest. I now understand what she saw in you on conscription day.”

This has to be a dream. There’s no way that four dragons are in your head right now.

“You’ll get used to it,” yet another adds. Five? 

“How many of you are there?” you ask aloud, eyes widening.

Another answers. “A dozen, for now. I am sure that many others will come to accept you in time.”

“Accept me? What?”

“As a human ambassador,” Marbh replies, as if it’s obvious. “We haven’t had one in nearly a century. It was about time.”

You notice a new string now sits beside the one you share with Ban, multiple threads of different colors twisted together into a thick rope.

You laugh in shock, processing. “But why me?”

“Because of this,” Brennan says softly, touching your forehead, “and this,” he rests his fingertips against your chest, keeping them there.

Your eyes meet, and you feel that magnetism you’d felt the day he’d first spoken to you. Your heart races under his hand.

“The boy is correct. You are the first in two human generations with this deep of a respect for our kind.”

You’re still looking at Brennan. You bring a hand up to grasp his, completely forgetting about the soot coating your fingers. It smears against his skin, leaving streaks of black across his knuckles, but neither of you seem to mind.

“Now would be an excellent time,” Ban prods.

You part your lips, working up the courage, but someone else speaks first; a human, that Brennan hears too, and the both of you freeze, turning toward the voice.

“Of all the students that I’d think to find sneaking out, you two were certainly not on the list.”

Professor Kaori. He looks thoroughly unamused, eyeing the four of you and the burned patches on the ground with suspicion.

Brennan looks back to you, and you nod in permission — there’s no lying your way out of this, not when the whole riot will know of the night’s events in a matter of minutes.

“You’re gonna want to hear her out, Professor.”

[lifebeneaththerainbow]

TLDR: I’m breaking my tumblr hiatus for this game so I can fangirl about the moments that happen to the community (sorry not sorry 😇)

Probably super late to the party but I’m literally breaking my 6 year hiatus from tumblr for this otome game… lol

Disclaimer: This is probably my first “official” otome game I’ve played (on the switch), unless you count the apps from the App Store, but usually those are pay and pick for a route and story… needless to say this was a bit different, having a route be chosen for you based on the actions you decide to take.

Anywhooooo, first play through, no cheating, just purely based on decision making, wanted to see who I would get and what will happen (although I have already picked my favorites hehe, I’ll suck it up and make it through once before diving down their paths >:3). Was alright, interesting enough storyline, pretty sure I ended up going down Chojiro’s path…. Good ending or bad ending… not sure yet, haven’t finished but O.M.G *spoiler alert if you are planning to play this game*

Once again, literally making a post for the first time in 6 years due to this b.s. (not actually, I might be in love lol). Can we take a minute for KuroYuki?!? Like wtf, okay spoiler incoming so stop reading now, you have been warned. When he saves the main character from Chojiro?!? I DIED, first of all I love his character so it was an extra hit for me but where did he come from?!? I was 10000% not excepting that. Literally making this post after the scene happened because wtf. Lol. I’m dead. I’m pretty sure this route is making me fall in love with everyone except Chojiro (sorry not sorry…?). Anyways that was the turning point for me so now I’m back to fangirling on Tumblr for fictional men (yay). Probably will be posting a lot more random rants as I play through the game and go through the routes :’)

I’m honestly kind of surprised that I lasted this long without getting into the otome games but better late than never I guess lol… I just wish they had diabolik lovers in eng🥲

[nicromancytarot]

hi I’m excited to participate 🩷 thank you for doing this!

My initials are: B.S

Assumptions about you:

- you like the golden age of Hollywood and also the music from that era

- you are very girly and like things like pink and Barbie

My questions:

1. Is T.G (Cancer) my soulmate?

2. Should I pursue a career in music and/or theatre?

3. Will I be getting a job soon?

Thank you so much 🩷

Thank you for your participation!

1. No, I think you already know this intuitively lol

2. No, I think you have some fears when it comes to both of these, so try getting over them first, and then perhaps come back to this idea

3. Yes, very soon

[my-evil-brain]

Ok this here reminds me of something, this was hilarious as a kid, and i stand by it being funny still. When i was around 15 my neighbors daughter was about 12. We rode the same bus. Hung out around the neighborhood played. Chill. She was totes naive and gullible, maybe even a bit ditzy(100%).

So onwards. We're on the bus and something in conversation brought up canada for something. My friend was all oooh aaaah canadaaaa. I look at her older sister, a twinkle in my eye and i proceed.

" Naw man, you think Canadas cool? Dude totally part of their big lie to the world. Dont tell me youve never heard of the Canadian Secret Mounted Police??? OH MAN ok so (seriously no humor) little known fact about Canada. The nice happy Canadian is a portrayed image. They want you to think that. Its so bad the citizens are generally terrified to walk around for breaking some law that counters their nice clean cut image. I was reading a Time mag. article n it said that around tourists n travelers youll never see them. But they are watching. Looking for impolite to outsiders canadians. If they spot one they very quietly n discreetly disappear that person ASAP. Never to be rude again. Some say prison camps n mines but who knows"

By now shes hooked. Not a doubt in her mind that im not telling the gods honest truth. Shes fallen for that b.s. story n thinking n wowing n... it was my stop to get off. "Byeeeee".

So I'm home its like 530, the phone rings. My dad answered.

"He what? Uh huh, yeah... sigh..(looks at me holding back laughter) okays, well you can assure her none of thats true n he's sorry for tricking her. Again"

He hangs up the phone. My moms all who was that n dad looks at me giggling n asks what it was i told her on the bus. I told him the true story of the Canadian Secret Mounted Police n oop my stop gotta go. Hes totally holding back busting out. My moms like WHYYYYY n im like it was... funny 🤷‍♂️👍. That girl was pissed at me the next day. Hehe. Good times. And remember, Don't fuck around in Canada, don't find out.

Did yaaaaa notice my dad said the word "again" up there? So funny story. Same girl same bus. (SAME BAT TIME SAME BAT CHANNEL) This was around Halloweenish n we were talking spooky stuffs n local legends n haunts of the area. And without a beat i look at her n her sister and...

"So no problems in your house on Halloween?" (They ask why perplexed) I proceed to tell them that their civil war era house (true) was part of the underground railroad, back helping escaping slaves (also true) Now theyre both intrigued with this knowledgeable fact.

"Well good thing you dont go down the basement then. (Damn place was half finished floor half dirt. 1 lil slit window. 1 light. And the room had a vibe n absorbed light. It was never bright enough. Alway dark no matter flashlight or lantern with overhead bulb.) Cause ya knoooow thats where they burried the slaves who died on the railroad? Some... they just killed to get rid of the hassle of hiding them any longer. Those are the really angry ones. Hope they dont claw up out the dirt floor. Shudder the thought. Oh well should be fiiiine just keep the door closed no probs."

Now the older sister looks at me and mouths an , is that true. And when her sis looks away im like NOOOOO lol sssh. Oh look its my stop . I get home and not 30 minutes the phone rings n my mom gets it n shes like "get down here NOW. Did you tell her..." Yeah ha totally fell for it yeah was not the correct answer. I had to apologize n all blaaaaah. My dad gets home mom gives him the tell your father what you did. He looks at me all stern and i tell him. When i reach the angry undead slaves burried in the basement bit thats when hes all "awwww maaaannn why ya gotta do that? " then he busted out laughing. Moms all serious lookin n im all made to promise dont do it again. Quit scaring the girl. And i did just that that Canadian story was not horrifying, it was complete bullshit but not scary, I promised. 👍

Also, an amusing point about the house is that it was pre civil war built kinds of old. And used in the underground railroad as a way point. Also I never ever let on or told those girls their house was actually, actually haunted. But it was upstairs and in the attic, not the basement. Lil bit an unpleasant vibe also. At times going to play in the attic was " not a good feeling idea" and i never liked being upstairs, second floor after, or in the dark. Bad vibes closer, you got to attic.