#but I protect my peace too well these days so I don't have much material

[rotisseries]

when you want to get on dming terms with people but you don't even know how to manage that. kicking and screaming😐😐😐

[tarotwithlucien]

Letter from your Future Spouse | PICK A PILE

⊹ ᨦ Hello! Welcome to another PAP about future spouse, as you asked for a lot, here I am back ;) I have to warn you that there's a lil bit of nsfw in this reading so if you're underage LEAVE 😠

₊˚๑ How to choose: Close your eyes, take a deep breath and choose the image that caught your attention. ₊˚๑ Disclaimer: All readings are done for entertainment only, don't use my readings as a replacement for legitimate advice. This is a general reading, so take what resonates and leave what doesn't.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ masterist | tip jar

🥐 ⊹ ꒱ PILE ONE ᨦ ♡

⊹ ︶⏝⭒ ⊹ ⭒⏝︶ ⊹

"My dearest love,

I want you to know that all I truly desire is a peaceful life with you. In a world that often seems to value wealth, fame, and material luxuries, I find solace in the simplicity of our love. I don’t need grand gestures or extravagant possessions. As long as I’m by your side, that’s more than enough for me. I envision a quiet, private life where it’s just the two of us, free from the noise and distractions of the outside world. It doesn’t even matter to me if no one in the city we live in knows our name, all that matters is you and the beautiful life we build together. From the moment I met you, I’ve fallen for you deeply. Your essence captivates me in ways I can hardly explain. I love your unique style, even when others judge it harshly (Many people in this pile have a more alternative look, maybe even tattoos or piercings, and that just adds to how much they admire you). I find beauty in your individuality, in the way you express yourself unapologetically. I adore listening to you talk, even when your words ramble on about something seemingly silly – it doesn’t matter. When you ask me to, I love wrapping my hands around your neck, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips. The way you beg for my touch sends shivers down my spine; it ignites a fire within me that I never knew existed. The pleasure you give me is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, and I crave every moment we share. Seeing you from behind during our passionate encounters drives me wild with desire, and I’m utterly eager to know your taste in every sense. I am completely captivated by you; you have my heart, and honestly, I’d let you ruin my life if that’s what you wanted. I want you to know that you are free to be exactly who you are with me. Never apologize for being yourself; your authenticity is what makes you shine. Don’t let the opinions of others weigh you down or dictate how you live your life. You don’t need to seek validation from anyone or change who you are to fit someone else’s expectations. Those people who criticize you? They’re simply jealous because they lack the courage to live as freely as you do. Remember, you’re not perfect – none of us are – but you possess so much inherent value. I hope you can see that in yourself, even on days when self-doubt creeps in. I’ve noticed that you’ve been holding back, staying quiet when things or people bother you, and it’s been going on for far too long. It’s time to stop. You deserve to stand up for yourself and speak out when something doesn’t feel right. Don’t just let things slide or accept situations that don’t sit well with your heart. And please, exercise caution with the people you trust – not everyone has your best interests at heart. You are precious to me, and I want to protect you from any negativity or harm that may come your way. You mean everything to me, and I promise to be your safe haven, your supporter, and your biggest fan. Together, we can navigate this life and face whatever challenges come our way. I’ll always stand by your side, encouraging you to be the incredible person you are meant to be.

With all my love, Your future spouse."

🥐 ⊹ ꒱ PILE TWO ᨦ ♡

⊹ ︶⏝⭒ ⊹ ⭒⏝︶ ⊹

"My love,

I’ve never felt so happy or so deeply invested in someone until you came into my life. Before we became what we are now, we were just friends, and that in itself was confusing for me. I’d never felt anything like this for anyone before, so it caught me off guard. But now, being with you, I find myself in awe, thinking, "Wow, is this really my life?”. Being with you as your partner feels like the most divine experience I’ve ever had. Right now, I know there are people who don’t treat you the way you deserve. Some of them always think they’re right and criticize you, making it seem like you’re always wrong and never good enough. They point out your flaws and mistakes as if you aren’t capable of doing anything right. But listen to me, love, you don’t need to tolerate that. You deserve better. These people don’t know your worth, and I’m telling you, don’t waste your time trying to please them. Don’t let their words tear you down, and don’t let them walk all over you. It’s time for you to stand tall and show them exactly who you are. You’re so much more than their shallow judgments, and you don’t need their approval to know your value. The thought of losing you is something I can hardly bear. Just imagining you being with someone else, laughing with them, sharing moments, and kissing them – it makes my heart ache in ways I can’t describe. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’m protective of you because I love you so much, and the idea of someone else having what we have – it would break me. I know it sounds possessive, but it’s not in a toxic way. I just can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t want to share you with anyone. You’re mine, and I’ll always fight for us because I know that what we have is rare. This kind of love doesn’t come around often, and it’s something worth fighting for, no matter what. I’ll be by your side through every high and low. I’m not going anywhere. Stay with me, because I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted, everything you’ve dreamed of. You deserve the world, and I’ll spend my life trying to give it to you. You’re beautiful – so incredibly beautiful. If we were in a room full of people, you’d still be the only one I’d see. No one else could ever hold my attention the way you do. You make me feel more alive than I ever have before, and I can’t help but be mesmerized by you, by the way you move, by everything you are. I want you. I want to feel you close, I want our bodies to collapse into one another, and I want to hold you through the night. I want to wake up the next morning with you beside me, your face illuminated by the soft light of the sun. I can’t imagine anything more perfect than that. Every moment with you feels like a dream, and I never want to wake up from it. I hope you know how much you mean to me, how much I cherish you. I’m completely and hopelessly in love with you, and I’ll stand by you, no matter what comes our way. You’re my heart, my soul, my everything.

With all my love, Your future spouse."

🥐 ⊹ ꒱ PILE THREE ᨦ ♡

⊹ ︶⏝⭒ ⊹ ⭒⏝︶ ⊹

"My darling,

I want you to know that I’m here to lift you up and encourage you to fly high, chasing after all your dreams with unwavering determination. I see you grappling with people who are rude or who treat you as if you’re less than you truly are, and I want you to realize that this mistreatment only happens because you allow it. I understand that you might hold back your words, choosing silence to avoid conflict, but it’s essential for you to stand your ground and assert yourself. You have every right to demand respect, and you must not let anyone walk all over you. It might take time for you to learn how to set boundaries and to stand firm without feeling guilty, especially if you’re someone who tends to please others. Change doesn’t happen overnight, but I promise you, you’ll get there if you take that first step. I see you feeling lonely at times, and it pains me to know that you’re going through this. I can help you mend that loneliness, and I want nothing more than to see you shine brightly in your own unique way. I long to be near you, to touch you, to kiss you passionately, and to explore every inch of your being. You deserve to feel desired and loved, and I want to be the one to show you just how incredible you are. I’ll make you scream with pleasure because you are such a good girl/good boy, and I will send you all the love in my heart, wrapped in every caress and whisper. You have the power to manifest the life of your dream. You can create the reality you desire, and I believe in you wholeheartedly. Know that I am practically at your feet, waiting for you to call out to me. As soon as you do, I will come running. Being apart from you right now feels like a dagger to my heart. Even though we haven’t met yet, I am on a quest to find you, enduring this distance as best I can. The thought of trying to stop loving you is impossible; it would only cause my feelings to deepen. I could never truly let you go, and the very idea of it is unbearable. But I hold on to the hope that one day we will be together, sharing everything that life has to offer. My eyes are always on you; you are everything I see. You are my world, my everything, and I will always be here, ready to embrace you when the time comes.

With all my love, Your future spouse."

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[evilminji]

Not my usual Fandom BUT...

You know what would be and always is fascinating/interesting/hilarious? For want of a nail type, "tiny change or little action spiral into great and sweeping change" type fics! ESPECIALLY when combined with my dearly beloved Self Insert troupe!

Because? I DO so love the Self Insert! Not so much for the "I can fix it" or power fantasy, as the ability to wander... a stranger in a strange land. Both familiar yet removed. Known to us yet... not. The major actors, major events, certainly. But the lives of the average person?

The noodle shop owner? The ship salesman? A janitor?

We know nothing about this strange new world from their point of view. What secrets can be found in this or that little shop, well off the common path. And it is FASCINATING! Especially if the Insert wasn't particularly FAMILIAR with the source material. Knew enough to get by, perhaps, too know they are in danger... but not enough to twist events to their favor. Assuming they even had the type of personality to TRY such things.

No, no...

What I? Want to see?

What I think would be FASCINATING?

Is a TRUE carry over. Adult mind to adult mind. Someone settled in their ways. Not bold and terribly adventurous, not willing to recklessly seek out danger and pain. No. They know they are going to die. They know they HAVE died. They are now a Jedi. And can feel the Force... and?

It just... helps.

They let go. Yes, perhaps some plans to protect the younglings. If they can. But their ultimately IS no death, only the Force. It is scary, they acknowledge, frightening even. But they... find calm. Acceptance.

They meditate. Open themselves up to the Force and give up their worry and fears, their regrets. All the terrible burdens they brought with them from their past life. It's honestly a bittersweet sort of relief. Ironic, that such a troubled age should be their most peaceful.

Of course... opening yourself up like that? Reaching out so deeply and with such conviction? It's like painting a "hey! I'm right here! I'm definitely going to listen if you say something to me!" Sign on your forehead, where the Force can see it.

So? It DOES.

But unlike Anikin? The Insert isn't a Fighter. So the Force doesn't tell them to fight. After all, every part has its place in the grand machine of Life. Every actor their place on the stage. Sometimes? To change the galaxy? All you need is someone to be on the right planet, at the right time, ready to hold a door open for the right person.

And that's it.

Not everything needs be grand sweeping actions. It can, instead, be the quiet drip drip drip of medicine applied behind a Sith Lord's back. To undo the damage he has wrought. So when comes the time for his plans to unfold? He does NOT find the support he was counting on to succeed. Instead he finds resistance.

But HOW? How would such a thing be DONE? By a YOUNGLING no less?

A youth with no power? Be it social, political, or physical? AND beneath the Sith Lord's very nose? Without being STOPPED? With said youngling being KILLED? Quite simply! Easily, in fact! By embracing the purest of the Light!

Fun.

Who among us, does NOT know of the parasocial relationship? The feeling of knowing someone, considering them "good" and "something like a friend" dispite never once having spoken to them? Being FOND of them? Wouldn't YOU not defend them? If someone sought to HURT them? KILL them? You KNOW them so very WELL don't you? This person speaks LIES about them!

And what of the Adorable Youngling? Small and Cute? Look at their little cheeks and tiny hands! How precious! Why, we have watched them GROW! They are practically family!

But where does the FUN I speak of come into this? Simple. The Holonet. Crechemaster's trying to corral an adult in the body of a child. The Insert is BORED. At peace, yes. But you can really only meditate so many hours of the day. Lessons only take up so much and class work the same. They aren't at an age where the SERIOUS lessons begin yet.

So they have too much free time.

..........have you heard about "Video Game #55? It's apparently got more Video AND Game then ever!" Intriguing~ But, oh. Playing it ALONE it BORING. And playing with... well, INFANTS, is... an exercise in patience. Plus it's probably not appropriate for them. Hmmmmm..... you KNOW.... Insert really DOES miss? Watching Let's Plays over breakfast/lunch...

They've never MADE one... but they know they general script and idea? And for Some Reason? It feels like a GREAT way to pass the time! Yeah! Let's do THAT! And so the Force nudges. Tiny. Seemingly inconsequential. The Master's try to shut it down, Insert is stubborn and refuses, they talk it out. Because they are Jedi and authoritarian force is not their way. Is it frustrating? Perhaps. But the only cure for ignorance is knowledge.

They ultimately compromise. Insert get to keep their little game thing, THEY make sure Insert is compromising Temple security, putting themselves in danger, talking to dubious strangers, or other such perils. It is? A FASCINATING view into the secretive world of the Mysterious Jedi for most of the galaxy. All lead by an adorable Youngling playing games.

Of course, such a silly, ridiculous thing is BENEATH Palpatine's concern. Fun and games? Not even formal or official ones? The child doesn't even represent the jedi. They represent no one. Clearly not a threat, right?

WRONG.

Because one game? Leads to another. Leads to being recommended another. Leads to "hey check out this music". Leads to "how was your day?" Leads to chatting about Jedi philosophy... as simplified for small children. Easy to understand and then complained over like it's maths homework. And... huh.

You guys really liked when I talked about X? Well, I don't know much about it... buuut? I could probably FIND someone or go to the archives? Make a video? I'll make a poll. Vote down below?

Untouchable and distant? Nah. Jedi play "Crafting Game 73" and whine about their Crechemates being JERKS for eating the last dessert. Jedi, in their head's, are small adorable younglings and the amused adults meditating the back ground who watch over them. EVERYONE knows the Jedi. The Jedi are on our datapads. Are our friends. We've totally met them.

Parasocial relationships.

Or maybe that's just me? I just... God I REALLY want to see how they'd react to a initiate who just? Won't stop fuckin making Let's Plays of all things. Just? WHY. HOW? WHY AND HOW?! No, NO don't you shrug at me and run of, youngling! Get back here! What "skill issue"? Which skill? Initiate!!!

@hdgnj @hypewinter @babbling-babull @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @lolottes @leftnotright @legitimatesatanspawn @nerdpoe @spidori

[milaisreading]

Oh, ok, It may be a request or may be not (looks like more I just share my own thoughts, sorry if I bother you). Don't push yourself to write it, really, I just have so many thoughts about Bllk manager and just want to share them~

So, listen, you mentioned in your platonic!Ego fic that manager had an experience as football team manager in her previous school. So now I can't stop thinking about Manager-chan as Hakuho HS (Reo and Nagi school) manager (AU? Or not AU? IDK). Just imagine their friendship! How Reo and manager take care of Nagi like his parents and joke about it. How boys develop their feelings for manager. How they have these overnight stays in each others house, where they just talk about their future dreams and enjoy each others company. How girls in the school bully manager, because she gets along with Reo, and Reo with Nagi protect her. Omg, this thought has a whole series potential!

Anyway, thank you for listening and I wish that you'll have a great day!

Author: YOUR MIND! I LOVE IT! This was written in one sitting, Idk when I wrote this fast. Here u go! Thanks for the request :3🩷

Characters: Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishiro and the Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Being a student at a prestige high school like Hakuho was a privilege. From the great staff, study material and most importantly, the great connections one could make during the years of stay there. It was no secret that majority of the kids there were rich, with a small % being students from middle class, who got into school thanks to their academic achievements. (Y/n) was among the richer students and had fairly normal grades, nothing really outstanding, but enough for her. Aside from that, she also had Hakuho's football team to manage, as her parents thought it would be a great way to train. After all, once everything is done and over, she will have to take over her father's CEO position.  Well... that's when some of her regrets started. The first one was meeting Reo, the second one was Nagi and the third one for allowing them to enter her close friend circle. (Y/n) didn't really plan any of it, but it was Reo who forcefully made it into her life, dragging Nagi along.

It was a peaceful day for (Y/n), she just finished reporting to the coach on the stats of the players and was planning on going home, when shit hit the fan. Walking put of the gym, she saw a large group of girls surrounding one of their star players, Reo Mikage. Who happens to also be the richest one in school, so that added to his charm too.

Sighing, (Y/n) walked over to them to stop the commotion. Would it have been anywhere else, she wouldn't have cared, but the coach strictly told her to keep the peace around the gym and field.

"Alright, can you all keep it down." (Y/n) said loudly, causing the group to look at her, including Reo.

"What do you want, (L/n)? You as his manager can talk to him whenever you want, give us a shot too." One of the girl's said, leaving (Y/n) stunned for a moment.

"I could care less if you want to talk to him or not. Just move it somewhere else."

"Ha?" The group wondered.

"The coach will be mad over the yelling. If you want to ambush Mikage so much, do it somewhere else." Reo was left stunned as the girl's sighed and after a few more minutes left the area.

'Finally.' She thought as she was about to leave, but the purple-haired boy stopped her.

"Manager, wait!"

"What?" But before she could turn around to see him properly, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Hey!" She yelled in protest as the boy grinned down at her.

"Let's be friends."

"What?!" She asked again, left confused by his demand.

And so it started, for days Reo would paster the girl, whether it's during lunch, during break or even during practice. Classes were a whole new experience now that he bribed the person sitting next to her, to switch seats. The change was sudden, but (Y/n) didn't mind it much, considering that he didn't ruin her routines or anything. So now fast forward a few weeks and the duo was pretty close, to the point where they called each other by their first names. Just as (Y/n) got adjusted to Reo in her life, he introduced her to someone else.

"(Y/n), meet Nagi Seishiro. He is the new addition to our football club." The girl looked at the white haired boy and nodded her head.

"(L/n) (Y/n), nice to meet you."

"Same." Nagi said back, making an awkward silence between the three.

"So... what did you need? An introduction to the football club's rules or-"

"Give me money." Nagi said, stretching his hand out. Reo chocked on his spit and started scolding the passive boy. (Y/n) looked at Nagi in disbelief, surprised with his boldness.

"If I have to be here and talk with people, the least I can expect is being paid." Nagi protested, causing (Y/n) to chuckle a little.

'Where did Reo find him now?'

And with that awkward introduction, the trio became basically inseparable. While it took Nagi a while to warm up to (Y/n), her liking some video games he played made it a lot easier to talk with her. To add to that, she would take her time in talking with him and let him sleep when he wished to. That had Nagi pretty much whipped for her.

"You don't want to eat? Nagi, Reo is waiting for us outside." (Y/n) argued as the boy waved her off and laid his head on the desk. "You can go without me. I want to sleep." Nagi whined and (Y/n) let out a sigh. Taking her phone out, she quickly texted Reo that the plans got changed and she pulled her desk closer.

"What are you doing?" Nagi wondered, opening his eyes.

"We will be eating here then. Reo will be here soon too."

The albino sat up straight now as he looked at (Y/n) in confusion. The girl took out her bento and started eating.

"You eat too, otherwise you won't be playing today."

"Says who?" Nagi questioned.

"I say that, and the coach too when he finds out you didn't eat anything."

"That doesn't sound like a smart plan for the school." Nagi sighed as (Y/n) stopped eating to look at him.

"After all, the school will lose today if I don't play."

"Ok? I don't really care for that. I want you healthy and not playing with a empty stomach. The school and its reputation are the last thing on my mind." Nagi's eyes widened a little as (Y/n) started eating again. The boy slowly nodded his head and went to take out his own lunch to eat.

Reo was pretty much attached to her from the get-go, liking her more carefree attitude when she is out of school. But also liking it when she took charge during their practices, specifically if a fight started between some players. Reo enjoyed in the fact that (Y/n) didn't care for his status or who his parents were, she just wanted to hang out with him.

"Soo where are we going?" (Y/n) wondered as the duo walked down the street. Nagi was out with a flue today, so the two visited him, bringing some medicine and food for him.

"We can go and get lunch? I know a good restaurant down the street." Reo suggested as (Y/n) nodded her head, as she was pretty hungry.

"You did great during practice today. I always like watching how fast you adapt and copy everyone." (Y/n) spoke up, causing the boy to look at her with a confused expression.

"Really? I always thought you liked Nagi's techniques more, since he is the best scorer." Reo said.

"I do like watching him too, but to me you both are equally good. Maybe I like your techniques more since you adapt faster than Nagi, it's really interesting." (Y/n) said absent-mindedly as Reo blushed from the compliment.

"Ah... it's really nothing special. But thank you." Reo smiled as (Y/n) sent him a short glance.

"It is though, not everyone can pull of the the things you do. Be more proud of it."

Reo said nothing as they approached the restaurant. If he wasn't sure about his feelings for her before, then he sure is now.

"Nagi, you have to eat, and stop making (Y/n) feed you!" Reo scolded the boy as he shook his head. The girl sighed and picked some of the meat and rice up, then fed Nagi with it.

"As long as he eats, I really don't mind. You should be eating your food tho, it will get cold." (Y/n) commented, looking at Reo's bent. The boy held back a groan as Nagi chuckled a little.

"I swear, sometimes it feels like we are parents and Nagi is our child, (Y/n)." The purple-haired boy said, grinning as the girl let out a chuckle. Nagi frowned at the comment, the idea of (Y/n) and Reo being married and having kids left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Anyways, are you two excited for Blue Lock? Being a manager for more players has me stressed now." The girl asked.

"Yeah! This will be so much fun, you as our manager and Nagi and I playing. Who knows, the two of us might win the World Cup together." Reo grinned while pointing at Nagi.

"Sure. (Y/n), you can wear my jersey when that happens." Nagi said, directing his attention to the girl. (Y/n) laughed and nodded at the idea, but before she could say anything, Reo spoke up.

"Mine would fit you better though. Besides, I call dibs since I met you first." Reo pouted and looked at (Y/n).

"I don't think calling dibs works like that." She commented, not noticing the glares Nagi kept sending Reo.

"Besides, I might not wear either at the end."

"What do you mean by that?" Nagi asked and Reo followed.

"Yeah! You would break my heart if you rejected it." Thinking he was simply teasing, (Y/n) wanted to joke in return. Unfortunately for her, she set of a flood of worried that way.

"Well, you never know if I catch a future players attention and end up marrying him. After all, the wives or girlfriend's always wear their men's jerseys."

Reo and Nagi's eyes widened at that and anxiety hit them both like a ton of bricks. They started to laugh nervously and nodded their heads, app the while sending each other worried looks. They could handle this rivalry between each other but with someone else? That is a no go, they will have to protect (Y/n) from whoever ends up in Blue Lock.

[fraugwinska]

Chapter 14 - Anachronism

Anachronism (noun) 1. a person, thing, or idea that exists out of its time in history, especially one that happened or existed later than the period being shown

Tags & Warnings: Depressive thoughts, Violence, Murder

Day 1

“I see, okay, cool cool cool... But - when will you be back?” The princess asked, her hair still frazzled from the night. Granted, he had woken her up, but really, as the founder and owner of the Hazbin Hotel, she shouldn't sleep in like that – 6 a.m. wasn't that early when you had business to attend.

“Ah, well, my dear, that's the tricky part – I can't say for sure. Could be a day, could be a week – but there's something urgent that needs to be dealt with. So I regrettably cannot postpone this leave of absence.”

“Hold on, shithead.”, Vaggies voice penetrated his ears, rough and deeper than usual. She joined Charlie at the door, and Alastor smirked at the chagrin in her face. “You're supposed to help the hotel. You have obligations here, as much as I hate it, but we don't run on well wishes.”

Alastor tutted at her, his smile never fading. “Well, what better time to make use of our darling (Y/n)? That's what assistants are for, won't you agree? She is more than capable of taking over my workload until I return.”

Vaggie snarled at him, but Charlie put her hand on her shoulder, watching Alastor with a worrisome expression. “Well, I suppose she could, but even so, what about safety? Alastor, if the hotel is in trouble we are...”

“...not without protection. I'll know when things get out of control here, and shall return if my assistance is needed. Does that sound fair?”

The princess and her pet exchanged looks, he could practically hear their wheels turning. Aggravating, those two. He tapped his foot, impatiently.

“Okay then... well, yeah. I guess that works for...”, the blonde girl said at last, slowly and with a lingering hesitancy, but it was enough for him.

“Wonderful, now, I'll take my leave, let you ladies freshen up in peace. Ta-ta!”

He didn't give them time for a retort, his urgency driving him to travel with his shadows rather than by foot. He needed to get away, the sooner the better.

He needed to get a grip.

And that wasn't going to happen around her.

He only stopped when he felt the freezing air of the outskirts of the pride ring. Shadow travel was fast, insanely fast, but traveling this far exhausted even him. When he finally materialized, he was greeted by the peaceful darkness of the void.

The void.

The great nothingness.

Alastor's first memories of hell started with the void, the constant, roaring humm that filled the air after he fell. He didn't know why he returned to the very place he'd begun his afterlife, but he had learned to not question his instincts. At least until some time ago. He stared at the ever growing darkness and felt the pull. No sinner or hellborn had managed to venture into the void, the barrier around the seven rings of hell. Alastor was sure it wasn't possible either way, but his first day in hell were spent listening to it's call while he reformed his body and explored the new, wide set limits of his power. This place felt like an old friend, a retreat where he could clear his mind and level himself, just like the day he died and woke up here.

Alastor had always prided himself to be one of the rare few sinners who landed at the void. Normally, as he learned through his decades in hell, sinners would fall close to bigger cities, near civilization, closer to their peers. He knew that Zestial, one of the more ancient overlords and acquaintance of his also fell at the outskirts of the ring. He normally hated sharing a trait he deemed special, but he respected Zestial too much to be offended.

Now he had time and space to really think. The hotel was too full, full of noisy occupants, full of pestering ears, full of her scent and her confusing energy. He had stayed all through the night, hypnotized by the radiation of her energy she still emitted, even in slumber. And he had struggled, more than he had anticipated, to peel himself from her room came morning, to detach his gaze from her sleeping face, with that unholy smile that he was sole owner of still on slightly parted lips.

The void called him, and he greedily listened to it, using the sounds of the emptiness to calm his accelerating beating heart.

Day 2

He hated that he felt. He hated the fragility of them, their infuriatingly weakening effects they had on the mind. His back started to hurt, so he conjured himself a seat, a round and soft one.

There were feelings he accepted, even welcomed. Joy, for example, in the right context and circumstances, was a rather gratifying feeling he often embraced when he slaughtered his victims. Or danced to a good tune, which happened less than the other. Anger, controlled and in moderation was also useful.

But then there were the crippling ones he detested. Sadness was one of them. He despised the way it made the chest hurt and the mood sink, how it made him long for past days, the days where his mother was alive. But that was something he had always been able to control, trained himself to masterfully surpress to the point where he didn't even have to try.

And the new one he couldn't get a hold on. That strange, new feeling that left him weak, confused and vulnerable, started by a mere touch of gray skin.

Desire. For the first time in his life he felt the need to want somebody . He wanted , and that want drove him to actions he wasn't used to, and the more he got, the more he desired, an endless circle, a cycle he was trapped in. Desire was an abhorrent child of love. Ha. Love. The only love he had ever needed died just months before he became of age. Never again did he feel something like it, nor did he want to. Love was a liability. It easily, naively opened doors that should better remain locked for not to fall prey to predators. And Alastor surely wasn't prey .

But now, there it was. Desire. Infecting him like a common, disgusting virus with no antidote. He desired her. He had to make this conclusion, as much as he wanted to deny it. He just didn't know if he desired her power, or something more.

Day 3

Alastor was hungry. But no food would satiate this feeling of craving. He craved her. No. No, he reminded himself. That was preposterous. He didn't crave her, he hungered for her energy. That one, tiny taste of her power had left him wanting more, had him addicted like the most potent drug. His shadows felt the yearning too, they were restless and swirled agitated around him. Especially one. He had Ozul bound, and his shade let him know how much he hated it. Relentlessly he tugged and pulled and twisted himself, but he knew without Alastor's permission, he wasn't going anywhere. He had become bold, that one. Which was truly unfortunate, since he was the oldest of his shadow companions. The original specter.

He hasn't slept at all. The coolness a refreshing chance from the heat of the city and settling down in his bones. Still, he had yet to have a revelation – his mind fought with him. Hunger fought with him. A longing he needed to be for power, and not... trivialities. Another strong tug made him growl.

“Stop it this instant, you fool.”

Ozul hissed at him. He hissed. Alastor's fury was instant and intense as he forced him back with a yank. It whined and struggled against his grasp.

“m̵̳͋̀ĩ̷̻s̸̡̻͊͘s̵̝̏ ̵̤̻͋̌g̴̢͍͐e̸͎̿̎m̴̖̆.̶̨̅̿ ̸̟̩́̉w̸̬̏à̷̼̎n̸̡͉̈́͝t̷̫̟̂͝ ̷͔͎��̿t̷̥͑ơ̸̡ ̸̺̤́s̸̛͚͖è̷̳̯͑è̶͖͎ ̸͙̭̀g̴̠͖͌ė̷͈̯m̶̭̭͑.̷̦̐” (miss gem. want to see gem)

“You are acting like an insolent child.”

“y̷̼̓o̸̮̎u̸̯̺͂͂ ̴̘̠̃̎m̸̘͕̅ḭ̴̺̎s̸͚̙̐s̷̬͊ ̷͍͕̈g̴̦̑̊e̴̼̣̽m̶̙̺͑̽.̵̳̿ ̴͙͐̓y̷̢͕̏o̶̲̮͝ủ̴̝ ̵͛̀͜m̴̮̖̐e̴͉̋ ̸̝͇̉̂s̵̠̄ǎ̸̞͕̏m̴̲̪̍̽ȇ̷̛ͅ” (you miss gem. you me same.)

His antlers sprouted like weed as his body exploded with crushing cracks and hurtful rips. The other shadows roared in pain and anxiety, swirling around the feet of their master.

“ɨ ɖօռ'ȶ ʍɨֆֆ ǟռʏȶɦɨռɢ, ɨ ǟʍ ʏօʊʀ ʍǟֆȶɛʀ ʏօʊ աօʀȶɦʟɛֆֆ, աɛǟӄ, ɖɨֆօɮɛɖɨɛռȶ...”(I DON'T MISS ANYTHING; I AM YOUR MASTER YOU WORTHLESS; WEAK; DISOBEDIENT...)

In his rage, he slashed at his own shadow, tearing the ground with every word he spat. Ozul dodged his claws, his teal maw and eyes glowing brightly at him in a grimace of pity. He didn't miss that woman. She was nothing more than a servant. Just another soul he owned. A chip in the long game. A tool to be used. To be exploited. Disposable.

His clawing stopped, his arms heavy and aching. Ozul stared at him, and he stared back.

Disposable.

That word tasted sour and rancid on his tongue. He took heavy breaths, taking in the stinging pain of his elongated limbs that he grew far too quickly.

Disposable.

What would he do if he harnessed her power and she would vanish? Her spirit broken? Her will cease to exist? Why does it even matter? Why does he care? Does he care? Ozul slithered to him, slowly, carefully. Alastor let him creep up his arm and onto his shoulders. He closed his eyes and let visions of Ozul play on his mind. He saw her, dutifully reading what he provided her, sighing now and again. He saw her watching out the window, waving him goodbye as he left his mansion for some errand. He saw her at his doorstep in the middle of the night, a cup of warm milk in hand meant for him. He saw her cold, disgusted glare at Vox's incredulous remarks about him. He saw her hand on his cheek, golden eyes fixed on his as she managed to snap him out of his transformation.

Disposable.

What a wretched word.

Day 4

For the first time since being the radio demon, Alastor truly felt cold. The edges of hell lacked the heat humans so foolishly attributed to the place of eternal damnation. Not that hell wasn't warm. It had it's seasons, and temperatures rarely fell so much as to truly give it's inhabitants a chill.

But he felt freezing. He had thought it would be comforting. Alastor was always warm, like an old cathedral radio that ran for too long, emitting a steady heat, whether he was wearing a coat, a shirt, or nothing at all. But the cold had crept into his innermost being, numbing his body to the point where it hurt to move. But it did not numb his mind. The hum of the void felt no longer serene, but noisy and disturbing. He stared into the void for hours without finishing a thought before the next one began. He felt trapped in his own train of thoughts. A prisoner of his feelings he didn't want. He felt he was failing to manage himself like he used to. And most of all, Alastor felt lonely.

His legs cracked from lack of usage as he stood up. Rosie. He needed to see Rosie. He couldn't be seen like this, by anyone, so he shadowtraveled again, his unstable state making him stumble into a shelf in Rosie's backrooms. He pulled himself upright and sent a shade to get her. Mere seconds later, she was storming through the door.

“What in the world?! Alastor, what happened? You are cold as ice!”

The demoness caught him by his arms, holding his deteriorated form upright.

“I need your help, my friend.”

Rosie only nodded, guiding him to the nearest chair.

“Of course, my dear.”

Day 5

Alastor slept for more than 16 hours. A testament of his friendship with Rosie, that he was able to leave himself this vilnerable in her care. His sleep, however, had been haunted, blurring the lines between reality and fiction, depicting scenes of his life and intertwining them with mementos of her, phasing fast in between horrific, enigmatic and blissfull.

He awoke with a raging headache, the morning sun already turning into full bloom of a mid-day heat. Apparently Rosie had managed to drag him into her personal suite above her emporium, resting him on her biggest chippendale settee. The blanket he was draped in was made out of finest cream cashmere and smelled new and unused. His darling friend really knew him well.

“Oh my stars, you're awake! I almost thought you'd gone into hibernation.”

Rosie entered the room, a tray with a teapot and two cups in her hands. Alastor recognized the green and gold pattern – it was the china he had bought her after his last visit. He quickly sat up, straightening his jacket (which Rosie hadn't removed and he was grateful for).

"I apologize for my unseemly display yesterday, my dearest Rosie.” He waved away the blanket, bringing it up just enough to return his coat to it's intended fold. She took place in a matching seat across from him, her flowing dress and skirts billowing with every movement, and offered him a cup, filling it with deep brown liquid.

He was too exhausted to even ask for a cup of coffee - he somehow had a feeling it wouldn't taste right anyway. But the tea smelled spiced and earthy, which was unusual for his companion, so he decided to trust her judgment and drink it.

They sipped their tea in quietude, but he knew that, just like himself, she had the need to break the silence. He also knew she was carefully, consideringly waiting for him to speak. A feat only she possessed to get out of him things he would otherwise choose to remain untold.

Rosie was another exception, very similar to her . Rosie was his oldest friend, a confidant he didn't expect to have when he became an overlord. Rosie had gained his trust, not by the usual tit-for-tat hellish society loved to practice, but by proving him time and time again, from te very beginning, that she didn't feel the need to use him for anything, instead just enjoying his presence, no strings attached, so to say.

So Alastor spoke, and started to tell his story.

He told her about the night in the Lava lounge, sparing no detail, describing the way she dealt with Vox, the satisfaction he felt watching her on stage. He told her about his percieved solution of her puzzle, what he deducted to be the answer – that she had fallen for him, and his intent to use it to his advantage. He knew she would disapprove of the predicament of invading (Y/n)'s privacy, more so catching her in one of most private moments, but he needed to paint the full picture. He told her about the jeweled copy, how he thought that it would act like a container of her energy just to be proven wrong. That instead, it had guided him to her, and at his touch she had spilled with flowing power like a freshly broken spring, flooding him with it to the point of loosing control over his thoughts and body. How she, miraculously, brought him back through carefully chosen words. That he fled to relieve himself of the overpowering force he was still filled with. How he found himself regretful of the way he harmed her and returned to apologize. About how she instead tried to take the blame, to monopolize the guilt and how he refused her. He told Rosie about her wish for him to keep her company, and that he took her plea to stay the whole night, only to leave before she awoke to get space to sort this whole mess out. When he finally recounted the past four days at the void, the tea in his cup was cold and stale.

Rosie had listened quietly, not once attempting to interject. The tick-tock of the mounted wall clock in the corner of the room marked the ending of an age until she set her teacup down. Alastor swallowed dry, waiting for her assessment. A deep, measured breath left her nose and she leaned back in her seat, her expression seemingly in deep contemplation.

Something else played in those coal dark eyes, and Alastor didn't like it one bit. Was that pity? Was it condescention? Rosie wasn't prone to neither.

“Oh, Alastor...”, she started, shaking her head. “For all the astuteness, intelligence and eloquence you possess, you truly can be a righteous blockhead.”

Alastor's eye twitched.

“While I cannot deny that it seems the little dove has indeed feelings for you – you gravely misinterpreted my little puzzle. I must say, I now come to regret not being any clearer, I feel I took part in the way things escalated to this. “, she sighed with a frown. Then, she looked directly at him, a small, crooked smile on her lips. “But what's done is done. Let's try it again, my dear, and this time, stop denying yourself the path to the true answer – you are better than that. Think, Alastor. Think about what you've told me before answering: What is the protective lie, and what the obvious truth?”

Alastor stared at her.

He didn't want to say it. He didn't want to think it. He didn't want to accept it.

Rosie's smile widened, reading him like a well-known book. The protective lie: That she was just like any other soul he owned. The obvious truth: That she wasn't the only one who fell victim to forbidden feelings.

Day 6

He knew he had to return. The last day was spent in Rosie's company. He knew she had been holding back a lot of things she wanted to say, for the sake of him coming to terms with his uncomfortable new insights. Instead, she gave him space to initiate conversation when he decided to, making herself busy in her apartment. She only told him she closed the shop for the day, and to not worry about missing business, since she could do what the hell she wanted.

In the evening, after a fabulous meal Rosie cooked (serving finest intestines in a hearty stew), she broke her self-imposed silence to ask him

“I don't want to pry, sweetheart, but what do you plan to do?”

Alastor dabbed his mouth with a napkin, removing the last remnants of the tasty demon flesh.

“In all honesty, Rosie, I am at odds.”

Rosie tilted her head at him, her face that of incredulity. “Really, what would be the harm in entertaining the idea that you are fond of a beautiful, talented, devoted girl?”

He remained silent, his wide smile fading into a barely curved line.

“You know as well as I do I am these things are foreign to me, impossible even.”

“And yet you feel something for this girl. You may have never for another, but now, for her, you do, Alastor. Would a parched man in a desert deny himself of drinking when he finds an Oasis?”

Alastor sighed. Rosie was nothing but a true romantic at heart, but he? The concept of fondness, of courting and romance had always abstract and revolting to him. Yes, he felt things for her, but they could be fleeting, a lapse in judgment, a loss of control he was deeply uneasy to sacrifice.

She had dropped the issue, but the question still hung between them as she went to bed.

Now it was morning, and he prepared himself to face her again. That night he decided to keep his distance, to slowly detach himself from the need he felt when it came to her. Knowing her compliance and steadfast determination to please him, she wouldn't question or fight him if he'd dismiss what happened without much explanation.

When he told Rosie, she gave him a disapproving look, sadness in her voice as she told him that he was  a fool and on his best way to hurt her favorite dove deeply. He knew she was right, of course, but he needed to do what he deemed best. It was better this way.

So, he bid her farewell, this time walking the distance from Cannibal Town back to the hotel. He heard Ozul whine and fizz in apparent discontent, but he too, had to accept his masters decision.

He entered the hotel quietly, his cat companion dozing at the bar. What luck, he thought, glad to not be stopped by rude comments or displeasured banter. He made long strides, taking the stairs up to his radio tower. He felt the need for soothing blues. On the third flight of stairs, he almost crashed into Angel Dust who rounded the corner from the other side. The spider jumped at the sight of him, clutching his over-exaggerated breast in overly dramatic shock.

“Jesus Christ on a stick, Al!” Alastor sneered at the cursing demon. “Fuck, popping up like the worlds most haunted jack-in-the-box. 'Ya almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Why, my effeminate fellow, that would only mean you'd have a heart in the first place, how joyous that would be?” He grinned widely at the scowling expression his little remark resulted in. “I'd love to stay and chit-chat, but I have a lot to catch up with.”

He started walking past him, when he heard Angel's muttered response.

“Not much to catch up with, buckboy, since Rocky had to shoulder all your fucking work like the boss-bitch she is. You betta make sure 'ya thank her on 'ya knees.”

He didn't reply, keeping his pace. Yet, he couldn't help but notice how quickly his smile threatened to slip with the reminder of his gem's adversities.

... He had made himself comfortable on the extravagant sofa, pouring himself another glass of whiskey and downing it without the usual enjoyment and moderation. He still felt tense, and the alcohol wasn't working in taking the edge off. A few hours back and he still was cooped up in his broadcasting room, unsure on how to proceed. He was about to pour his third glass when he heard three knocks on the hatch.

Three slightly angry knocks.

He moved to open the door to maybe Vaggie, who always had an excuse to be agitated with him, readying to tell her off, when the faint smell hit him.

Not Vaggie. It was her.

He took a deep breath. Showtime.

With nimble fingers he pulled the hatch open, revealing his beautiful assistant looking up to him with burning eyes like two golden suns. His darling girl. His precious gem.

"Ah, hello, kitten! You look absolutely dashing this morning."

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[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

So, first and foremost, I'd like to wish all of you seeing this post (including those who don't celebrate) a Happy Thanksgiving! Whether you're spending the day alone, at work, or with family and/or friends, I sincerely hope that the day is a peaceful one! One where you can enjoy yourself as much as you are able, and that the day ends in the best way for you, as an individual, based on your own wants and needs!

For those spending the day with family, though, I have an additional hope, or prayer for you, if you'd like to consider it that way. Because I know very well that not all of us are going to get that day of peace, no matter how much we might want and need it.

(And please note, this is not my way of looking down on those that will be with family. Some are blessed with amazing people in their lives, either by blood, or those they choose for themselves, and that is an amazing thing! I'm specifically referencing those who don't have this luxury in the remainder of this post).

If Thanksgiving with your family is not a safe space, I pray for you. I pray that you are granted the ability to know that their actions/statements/reactions are not a direct reflection on you, or your worth. I pray that you can make it through the day without additional trauma, and that you are able to return home relatively unscathed.

I pray that if you are in a situation where you need to hide who you truly are, that you know this reality is not inherently tied to your worth as an individual. If your family cannot see you as you are without reacting with vitriol, hatred, slurs, insults, what-have-you, I pray that you are able to make it through the day with as little of these as possible. That you can find a way to leave, if it all gets to be too much, and that you know that you are not alone, even if the things that your family makes you feel may make it seem otherwise.

I pray that if you no longer have contact with your family because of some of these things, you feel no guilt. That you don't feel as though you should have compromised your own mental/emotional well-being for people who never once tried to understand you, or make your feelings and needs a priority. If you are able to be with people you choose to associate with--people you consider family even if they aren't related by blood--I pray that you have the best day with these people. That they give you the love that you deserve. The love your blood-family couldn't or wouldn't provide. And if you are alone, because you don't have those connections, yet, I pray that you know, again, that it is not a reflection on you in any way. You chose to protect your peace, your safety, and your life. And that is a choice that will always be valid, even if it seems like no one else can see it that way.

Mutuals, followers, and those who happen by this post, I really do hope that you are able to take at least a little portion of this day to reflect on what you do have that you are grateful for, even if it doesn't seem like very much. I hope that you believe me when I say none of us are defined by our ability, or lack thereof, to keep up with what Instagram, or Tiktok, or anything else pushes as the "right" way to celebrate a holiday. That we can look at the sort of posts that seem to suggest that if we don't "have it all"--wealth, things, and the picture-perfect life and family, we can't possibly be happy, and scroll on, knowing that it is the furthest thing from the truth. Reality is, very often, not a pretty thing, but just because we have some darkness in our lives, or we don't meet up with the 'standards' society places upon us doesn't make us any less worthy of love, and happiness.

We are all so very much more than material possessions, or the approval of those who call themselves our family and friends. Our worth isn't tied to any of that at all. And I pray that we, no matter our situation, our struggles, or the familial drama we may witness today, can make it through it all still contented and hopeful, at the end.

[rilamelafin]

Before We Met - Fantasy World ---

Securing passage aboard a ship to Ferelden had been more difficult than they anticipated. With the tensions between the mages and templars, and increased travel as the Divine called for a Conclave, space aboard a ship was scarce, and the shemlins didn't make room for elves. When Neddirra heard of the need for a private healer aboard one of the boats, she pushed her way through the crowds and met with a severe woman with cropped dark hair and a Nevarran accent.

"Why are you traveling to Ferelden?" the woman asked, eyes suspicious, and Neddirra was certain she was looking for any signs of a lie.

"People need help and there is coin to be made," Neddirra answered easily. It was the simplest cover, given her true intent was to spy on the Conclave with her brother and then report back to Keeper Deshanna.

"You can do that in the Free Marches."

"But more people are going south."

"And him?" The woman tipped her chin toward Mahanon where he stood just behind Neddirra.

"I protect her," he answered. "The road can be dangerous for a woman traveling alone." He adjusted the strap of his quiver of arrows to make his point, but he still wore the easy, unassuming smile on his face that he always did. Mahanon was easy to get along with, funny and direct in a way that even put the shemlins at ease. The woman nodded curtly.

"What experience do you bring?" The question made Neddirra smile — she knew they would get on that boat now — and she detailed her work as her clan's healer and her work with potions, poultices, and salves. She did not reveal her talent with magic, and never would if she could avoid it. By the end of the day, Neddirra and Mahanon were handed two passes to board the ship that would be leaving in the morning and an advanced payment to gather the supplies she would need. There was only one patient, a man who was expected to be quite ill with fever and pains.

"That was a clever fix," Mahanon told her when they were far away from the intimidating woman and in the market proper. The city of Kirkwall was in too much disarray with all of the travelers and pilgrims to risk going outside the city for supplies, much as Neddirra would have preferred. Herbs and materials from the merchants would have to do to supplement her own.

"There is always need for a healer aboard a ship," she answered. "We're lucky the Seeker needed one dedicated to one patient."

"Do you think there will be any problems?" The unspoken question — would the Seeker be able to find out Neddirra was a mage?

"No. If the man has a fever and aches, then it's nothing my remedies can't handle. He must be very wealthy or important to warrant a private healer for something that simple."

"Or it's not simple."

"Then she should have told me." Neddirra sighed. "But warriors like her don't plan for illness well. I'll get some foxmint and ginger for nausea. With my luck, he gets seasick as well."

Morning came, and Neddirra and Mahanon were aboard the ship heading to Jader. They had adjacent bunks below deck — nothing extravagant, but they didn't need it to be. They spent the majority of their day above deck, watching as the Free Marches began to fade into the horizon. Travel was expected to take just under a week so long as conditions remained favorable. The first day came and went without incident, and Neddirra was not called upon for the services for which she'd been hired. She climbed into her bunk above Mahanon's that night and fell into a peaceful sleep.

She was awoken by violent shaking and a rough hand on her shoulder as Mahanon yelled out from beneath her.

"You're being summoned," the man grabbing her shoulder said gruffly. "Urgently."

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I have found some more interviews and made a compilation of them @asongofstarkandtargaryen @queenmiriamele @isadomna @cucullas @luceirosdegolados

I've always been a lover of mythology in general, but above all of Basque mythology, which is mine, the one that was taught to me, and I have always wanted to make a film about this mythological world, this cosmogony.

I've always wanted to do sword and sorcery, which is one of my favorite genres and well that's a bit, that love for the sword and sorcery genre, that love for mythology and medieval history.

-It's better to die by a Christian sword than to live under the Saracens.

- Are you looking for my iron?

-Please!

We wanted to make a film as big as possible, in 2.35, with anamorphics... Visually it was spectacular, epic, big! So for that we had to go to natural locations, as large as possible, the Pyrenees, the forests, the rivers, the caves... Immerse ourselves in that natural world that is very difficult to access to be able to shoot with all the materials and so on, and it is very hard also for the cast.

-Put this on.

-No way.

-The eguzkilore will protect you more than that cross, it is an amulet for the darkness.

-I'm not going to wear that.

Nature is also the protagonist of the film, it somehow represents those mythological deities. Recreate all that historical world, with battles, extras and so on.

As I comented the other day in a post about Irati that Belasko is the antagonist of the film, he and some other nobles are against Eneko inheriting his grandfather's position as lord of the valley and Belasko propose himself as the next lord of the valley, because they believe Eneko's family isn't "Christian enough" because his father believed in pagan beliefs and his mother Oneka is now a Muslim woman because she married Musa Ibn Fortun and had children with him (like Musa Ibn Musa al-Qasawi) after her first husband died ( this marriage meant the beginning of an alliance in the family with the Banu Qasi against the Franks and more or less a good political relationship with the emirate of Córdoba) despite Ximeno and Eneko being staunchly Christian and Eneko starts understanding the old beliefs during his adventure with Irati.

Eneko is a young man who is destined to be the leader of the valley. His father was, so Eneko returns to the valley after a few years wanting to restore a bit of order and peace in the valley.

-I remember little, my father's funeral, a wild tradition. When I am lord of the valley there will be nothing like this anymore

He's in for an adventure...

- What are you doing here?

-Don't worry, there's no need to shed blood. Tell us where the gold is and we'll be in peace.

-Get out or duel!

That will be played by Irati, a mysterious young pagan from the valley with whom he will have to unite if he wants to become the leader of that valley. Then, all his faith and all his beliefs will be put in check to achieve peace. But also review his past and review his father.

-Be careful Belasko, respect or you will go to the dungeon!

-God has cursed your surname.

The most difficult part of the shoot was maintaining my weight, which I gained almost ten kilos for this film, along with also maintaining the choreography of the swords, that the horse listened to me, all these things that are already a bit out of the actor's control. That was really like a leap of faith.

The funny thing is that this film wasn't the first time Eneko Sagardoy has been in prominent changes, although in my opinion in Irati for he didn't change so much, although the following ones were more like an aspect of the effects and the production, there's Handia in which he played Miguel Joaquin Eleizegi, aka the Giant of Altzo, and in Errementari he played as the devil Sartael:

Eneko: Some beings have been created that I want to find in my nightmares. The public is going to be incredibly surprised with the beings that we are going to see during the film. I can not say too much... I think the work that has been done to put body and shape to all this that until now we have only had in our minds, in our imagination is precious and I think it is impressive and that the public is going to hallucinate.

Edurne: Wonderful. Special mention to David Heras because he is also a good friend and is working hard for the effects. It is another of the quadrangular stones that believe a lot in Irati. Him and his entire team, because let's not forget that there are like, I don't know, 120 people pixel by pixel, working to make it believable, so that this universe reaches the screens as big as possible. So this department is really crucial and Paul holds it in high esteem.

Itziar: I remember that I had an LED attached to my hand and to my body that, when she got angry, it turned on the LED, because well, this later with the effects... I didn't understand anything, all full of cables.

The first film by director Paul Urkijo, Errementari: The Blacksmith and the Devil, despite its defects, evidenced the author's intentions to exploit an almost intact beta in our cinema, that of folklore and peninsular legends.

Paul: We have such a large compendium of legends and there are many people who do not know them, that is a pity, that is, these legends are not transmitted for not giving them importance or taking them as a story, when they really are part of our culture, that is, they root us deeply in the world and our way of seeing the world. We also have to preserve these stories because they are precisely a lesson to preserve all this natural world that we have.

-To arms!

-Prepare for battle!

Now in Irati the director jumps back several centuries, specifically the 8th century to narrate, more accurately than its predecessor, the legend of Eneko, the first king of Pamplona. Once again with the participation of RTVE, shot in Basque, Urkijo repeats the leading role with Eneko Sagardoy, who faced the action challenge typical of these fantasies, apparently far from the actor's physique.

-That's enough, grandfather is waiting for me.

Eneko: He is one of the characters that I would never have thought that any casting director, for example, would have thought of me to play the king of Navarra who rides a horse, and such, that I put on 10 kilos based on sandwiches, cheese and milkshakes, and I gained a lot of muscle. I would never have imagined seeing myself like this or learning to ride a horse, to fight with swords very quickly and I think it was necessary.

Also in that case it was not a question of i Look, how I have transformed!, it was not binding, and it has been nice to see you physically transformed, it is always interesting.

-Calm down, what's up?

-The pain of the forest anguishes him

-This river is full of lamia tears. They left long ago with the construction of your hermitages and mills.

He takes as his starting point the first volume of the comic El Ciclo de Irati with which he builds a precious and careful story of magic and swords in which we witness the return of Eneko years after the battle of Roncesvalles in which his father lost his life. against the army of Charlemagne.

-Boy, you'll have to be strong to be a leader.

-To die!

-To arms!

Eneko will find himself in a region where the emerging Christianity and Muslims coexist with pagan beliefs. To reclaim his dynastic right, he will try to recover his father's body with the help of an enigmatic hermit, the beautiful Irati, played by the young debutant actress Edurne Azkarate.

-He appreciates you, he likes that you give him nuts

-How do you know that?

-Silence!

Paul: I've been able to make a movie three times as big, more serious too, although that adventure is also good, it's a movie with monsters and sword blows, but it's also a drama.

-Lamias...there are no such female creatures with bird feet

-A noble like you will have been with many women, right? Have you seen many feet?

We can affirm that Irati is the best to date, also almost the only magic and swords genre film in our cinema. It contains everything that fans of these formats of evocative adventure landscapes and magical beings such as lamias or mermaids and Basque mythology such as the mother earth goddess Mari or the tartalus, a kind of cyclops.

Paul: What I like is doing fantastic genres with creatures from fairy tale worlds, it's what I like the most, and it's what I want to continue doing as long as they let me.

Its technical envelope transmits a sensation of big-budget cinema, the care from the photography to the special effects or its impressive soundtrack and the epic of its story reminds us of productions such as the classic Excalibur or the recent The Green Knight, excellent distant cousins for a second work by a director to keep an eye on.

- Lamiak, Basajaun, mamarroak, Gaueko...

-Do they all have names?

-Yes, as long as someone remembers them

Previous interviews: Edurne Azkarate, Itziar Ituño

[orchid-and-co-comics]

Inner Evil (pages 9-12)

(text below images 👇)

[featured guest: Senpū Windd]

The voice continued 'You can't keep lying to yourself like this. You need to do something...'

'... But what?' Orchid asked herself, not paying attention while walking...

"STOP THERE!" a voice pulled her from her thoughts. Orchid looked up to see an Illager she had never seen before... They wore strange clothing, had strange hands, a butterfly over their right eye, and was on a cloud "You almost walked off the cliff." They stated pointing down.

"Cliff?" She asked looking down... She noticed her foot was mer centimeters from the edge... "Oh!" She took a step back for her safety, thankful for the flying stranger's act of kindness...

"I should be more careful..." Orchid said to herself...

The Illager jumped off the cloud "My name is Senpu, what's yours?"

"Orchid, and thank you..."

----hours later----

Both throw their palms forward, a gust of wind coming from the bigger hand and a small amount of wind coming from the smaller. The bigger hand patted the shoulder...

"Not bad for a beginner..." Senpu smiled "... Are you descended from Windcallers?" They asked.

"Not really sure, Father Syrus never mentioned my heritage."

"Father Syrus, who was he? Did he raise you? Did he ever tell you where you came from?"

"He was a cleric villager... And yes, and he did..." Orchid answer them.

"Well, what did he tell you?"

"He found me near a grave in the desert, he believes it was my mother. He never mentioned if he came across my father but he believes they both were villagers... As our village was the only one for miles"

"Well that's hard to believe but I'll take it. So this Father trained you..."

"Yes, I wanted to be a cleric like him. He even knew a special recipe passed down from his father..."

"Really, can you tell me what it was?"

"Of course, in fact... I can show you!" Orchid smiled. She held up an enchanted golden apple. "He called them 'God Apples'. They are the most powerful things around." She stated "Heroes don't even know how to craft them, except one. His name was Notch I think... I was told to never sell them... But to hide them in the world so others could find them." She handed Senpu the enchanted apple "You can have this one... As a thanks for saving my life."

They looked at it in wonder "... Are you sure?"

"Of course, I can always make more..."

"Thank you." Senpu said.

Orchid walked back to the village...

'That felt nice...' Orchid thought to herself.

'You should be more careful who you tell that secret too...' the voice from before stated.

'I trust Senpu. They are kind...' Orchid thought back with a smile.

'You are too trusting...... It will be your downfall one day...' the voice taunted

'... I will take my chances.... Rose...' Orchid taunted back...

'... Now you give me a name... Why? And why Rose?' the voice asked

'Well I have to call you something... And you seem like a Rose: you sound sweet... But you have thorns to protect you...' Orchid explained

'... You know you sound crazy right...' Rose stated

'As long as I keep this between us I'm not... ❤️' Orchid finished, feeling more at peace giving the voice a name...

"... And that's that. Simple build but it will take some time to get the material to get it done." Jay stated.

"This is incredible." Yumi stated in response."Yup, Jay was always good at planning a base of operations." Smiled Smith.

"It sure didn't take long!" Yumi took a closer look at the map.

"Nice of you to think about everyone Jay." Smith complemented.

"Was there any doubt." Said Jay

"I am the son of the world's greatest cartographer ✨" Jay boosted.

"Will you tell me the stories of how it was for both of you growing up?" Yumi asked Jay.

'Jay is boasting to much...' Smith thought '... Again...' a different voice chimed in.

"Do you have a spot planned out..."

Yumi asked Smith.

"No, not yet." Smith answered her.

She led them out the door "Come around back..." She led them to the back of her home "I want to show you something."

'this should be good' a voice chimed in Jay's head.

"Here, there is enough room behind my home." Yumi smiled

Smith and Jay look at each other...

"I like the idea." Smith smiled.

"I can't wait to start...." Jay stated.

Mason then walked up to them "Have you seen Orchid? I've been looking everywhere for her."

Smith and Jay looked back to Mason "We haven't seen her since morning..."

Mason starts to look worried "I can't find her..."

"She can't have gone far..." Smith tried to comfort him

"She might be getting to know the village." Jay followed up

"I'm sure she is ok." Started Yumi..

"Who are you talking about?" Orchid asked them

"Orchid you're..." Mason started but Orchid finished for him "I'm fine, no need to worry."

"See told you, she was just getting to know everyone!" Jay smiled

"Maybe next time you tell us when you go walking..." Stated Smith...

'She wasn't chased off thank goodness...' Yumi thought...

Smith and Jay walked up to Orchid, complementing her all the while...

Yumi walked up to Mason "Its sweet to see them treat her so well..." She smiled

"I'm glad I don't have to worry about her with them around." He said.

[industrialpoetry]

the wall is / not bricks / not cement / not rocks / the wall is misunderstandings and / cemented in fears and / in shame and the wall falls / on our heads it's a wall no more it's a hydra / from one hurt stem many / where is what mattered again / where is the one i talked to / the rubble is blinding / i call to you the wall all the dust is down my throat

but we don't want the hydra / i feed it it feeds on my mind / it feeds on our minds / we flee because we don't / want to be that hydra / she will eat us / and it's just right that we reject her / she is anger and rejection her name is bpd / she ate on my corpse so often and yet we lived / the dust down my throat calls upon the hydra / i must be wise and remember she is not me

the wall is built by us / it's us it's nothing external / it's the trap / we set for ourselves trying to / protect ourselves / a cage but it only helps if we believe in its lies / the hydra is consequences / for building the wall / for touching the wall

there is a reason for protection / we've been hurt and maimed / your knives are sharp sometimes thirsty / my bullets tear through flesh and bone one calls the next / so much love / turning into brimstone lava and acid / no wonder there's a wall / we're no innocents

can we bring the walls down because / they're self-harm they're a prison they're substance abuse and cuts in your arms / they're keeping control when we shouldn't try / this has failed already / they exist because we needed them to exist / so the maddening hurt stopped / so we could catch our breath / yet we drown in dust / we bleed on shards / and forward we march

darling i know your fortress as well as you know mine / your throne is in my room / in your heart lies a chair / the marks of my butt are on it / and my smile lingers there under your eyelids

our fortresses can't use walls they shatter / the shards drive us mad / should i fear you can i fear you have i feared you / oh i have feared the mask you were doning then / i have burned like a thousand / acid burns / tearing through organic material / tearing through my sanity / but that was a mask / you're not a mask neither am i / behind the mask there is no fear for me to have / i do not fear you / your fortress is your home my fortress is a secret

walls / you remove one / the wall of deception / the lie we want to believe / another is there now / a different one / a wall of habits / a wall of ideas / it has my face my hideous face one true face the one you've seen / there's such a wall in my heart too / it has a mask of you on it a mask / of rejection of abandonment a sad mask a blank stare that follows knives / it's a nightmare but we feed these and they fill the blanks / the masks on the walls will tell us just the right thing to lose it all

you're imperfect / so am i / we do our best we may do it / it takes a bit of trust / something we both lack don't we / not out of cruelty / not out of lack of faith / but because we were hurt

so when i'm hurt i'll remember / pain says something of me / pain means there's value something is worth it / i care / so do you / when the mask has fallen i see you caring

i can't forgive myself / yet i bring stuff to light / smile at it show them to you / say i'm getting better / healing in a way / it's time i tell you i want you to heal too / give what you need / show what you ask / say it all loud

when you do that you give me peace / lies are walls / steel bars scorching hot air eating my flesh / half truths / the seeds of lies / they grow under my nails/ they look like flowers / they are painful boils they burst inside me / oh how i hate walls and hydras and shards / maddening pain / my face turns into a mask and i lose myself drowned in rage / this is my weakness the most critical flaw / i am at fault when a mask / makes me a wailing banshee / eats my soul lets a monster out / and it's hours days weeks before the monster sleeps again and i'm here not quite dead not exactly alive / coming again out of winter / the jolly raccoon of spring / i'd rather not being a wailing banshee

the hydra is made of us / the walls traumatic response / the masks are ghosts of everything wrong we did to the other / the banshee is a death of my soul / all this is called consequences / i'm sorry i caused some / you may be free someday / so may i / i cannot free anyone we may only become free / is that through grace i cannot tell

faith means / true spring shall come

[kidsinsaturn]

Well I need itachi hcs, right now. so how would he be in a relationship and what would his type be? So what does his girl have to have (can go on looks and character). If you don't accept it, that's fine, i still love you<3

itachi general headcanons

[🗼] itachi bb he has so much boyfriend material this wasn't enough

characters: itachi uchiha

genre: sfw

warnings: none, weird crow boy things; fem!reader

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-itachi my little meow meow. he is such a weird little guy hahah I love him so much

-the other day I was thinking why I like him so much, and I came to the conclusion that apart from his godly looks, he is such a kind and gentle person, always thinking of everyone, considering other people's feelings, and that his ultimate dream was being a malewife pfff that says a lot about him

-ok itachi observes everyone, literally no one goes unnoticed by him, but after he sees them, he doesn't pay too much attention to them anymore

-so a way to catch itachi's eye is by being somewhat different, having something that makes you stand out from the crowd. say you have a nice hair color, or you have a weird talent, or you are versatile lol

-but something that is even canon is that you have to talk to him, like my boy won't talk to you unless it's super necessary but otherwise he prefers not interacting with people lmaoo

-literally the reason shisui and itachi are besties is because shisui talked to him, like I imagine itachi not having any friends if shisui didn't approach him aaay no bby

-itachi appreciates someone who is a little more extrovert than him, he sometimes believes that opposites attract so he doesn't mind when he is with a more outgoing person

-he wouldn't settle for a naruto type of partner however, like he appreciates the extravagance but please stop you are overwhelming him,,,,

-so imagine you talked to him first and you and him slowly became friends, and soon lovers. because let's be honest, boy is popular with girls, but he won't even talk to a fly so he loves to death his little circle of friends, which includes you

-itachi enjoys your outgoing presence, I think he would like someone who has a sense of humor, deep down he does like some jokes, and also someone who has their feet on the ground; someone who cherishes peace–because that's his whole character at the end of the day–; and someone with realistic goals that would not only benefit them, but also other people,,, he is selfless, we have to recognize that

-i don't really think itachi would have body preferences on his girl, as long as you are taking care of yourself. let's remember that boy was always over his baby brother to make sure that he was okay, the last thing he wants for you is to stop taking care of yourself,,,

-if he senses any downfall, my boy will rush in to be there with you, making you food and even controlling your schedule so you can rest and get well <3

-he does enjoy taking care of you–that's in his nature–, but of course it would make him happier and prouder to see you loving you and looking after yourself

-BUT if he had the chance to be a little picky,, I think he is such a tits guy, like he really loves titties, he don't care if they are small or huge, boy just wants to hold some boobi

-and idk why but I also feel he would prefer a girl shorter than him, it could be that protective sense acting up,, but he feels he can protect you best if you are a little smaller than him

-however, itachi doesn't care entirely on your body–almost nothing I would dare to say–, but how you are and act is something important to him

-we know that itachi believes in not judging on people right away, so he would take his sweet time meeting you deeply so he can decipher what kind of person you are. but if from the beginning you act hostile and lie not only to others, but to yourself, then that's a bye from him, itachi can't stand people who don't recognize themselves [kabuto pfff]

-itachi doesn't believe in perfectness, so he doesn't seek that either on himself and on other people. he would accept you with your flaws and all, and if you can touch this man's heart once, he is yours forever <3

-itachi is such a patient, gentle, and selfless lover, always seeking your peace and comfort first

-he is such a gentleman agh im getting sick,,, the type of guy to open all the doors for you, pull your chair, carry your things. in a modern setup, he would always pull the car door for you, waiting for you to settle down and then closing it after; if you are walking on a sidewalk, he would pull you to the other side so he is on the side of the road aaaaa marry me

-the type of boyfriend to always give you a flower, like during your honeymoon phase, he always gifted you bouquets of your fav flowers, but then he didn't do as excessive but continued giving you a single rose or such mmm aaa

-he is the sweetest boyfriend there is, ok prepare for more hcs because he has such husband material stapp

-the kind of boyfriend to wear on his wrist one of your hair bands AYAY like he does it so nonchalantly it’s so hot mmm

-itachi is very supportive of your goals and activities, as long as they aren't potentially harmful. he will always voice his worries if he senses the sightliest of dangers, of course he is realistic all the time

-he enjoys so much seeing you perform those activities, he is so smitten looking at you all happy with yourself

-selfless king, if you are not feeling 100 one day, do not worry, your boyfriend itachi is there to make you all your meals, read to you, message your feet if you want, cuddle with you ayyy no I can't

-always watching over you, either if you are a ninja or not, he will always have a selected crow with you. you may have already noticed this and you even named the little crow

-when assigned to long missions away from the village, he has shisui looking for you at least three times a week. shisui reports to itachi with crows ahah weird guys

-best cooker because uhh duh itachi is good at everything. if you ask for something, he will do it for you and only you. he has a sweet tooth and if you do too, ay ay he found his soulmate

-he doesn't really like pda, all his touches and kisses are done inside privately with you only. when in crowded areas, he keeps his hand on the small of your back, or he might as well hold your hands. there aren't kisses, not even pecks sorry but baby is shy ok !! understand him plsss

-ohh but when you are in your house, or his, mmm itachi is all in and accepts all. he loves so much your cuddles and kisses, they brighten up his days always

-itachi gets so flustered from make out sessions at the beginning of your relationship it's so cute,,, he can't just keep up with you, he feels so hot he can't continue

-but after some time, he gets used to them and it is you now who is left breathless. WHICH happens often, because itachi is such a gentle yet rough kisser, pecking your lips so softly but also nibbling on your tongue and tasting the insides of your mouth with his own

-itachi also loves touching you, this part comes along with the kissing one because at the beginning he is also shy to even brush your hands, but thennn,,,, he loves putting his large hands on your waist and thighs

-and as I said, itachi loves holding your titties, especially when cuddling. he prefers putting his head on your breasts while you massage his scalp

-itachi is so touch starved. his love language is acts of service, but ohh he would melt with someone whose love language is physical affection

-when going out, itachi is such a young gentleman. helping you with your dress, your jewelry, and if you trust him that much, with your hair too. always kissing you–making out– right before going out, leaving you so hot and steamy gosh he knows damn well what he is doing I hate you itavhi please kiss me

-beautiful boyfriend. if being the prettiest man alive wasn't enough, being the best partner is

[leoascendente]

What does Aries season have for you?♈🔥

Happy Ostara, my sweethearts! Today's PAC is about what is beginning in your life with the start of the Zodiac wheel. Sorry for being so late with this PAC, I don't know if it is just me or everybody feels as exhausted as me. I'll take a week from posting on Tumblr, maybe I'll make my own Astro observations soon but I need a few days to rest, hope you understand 😊

This is a general reading, maybe some things resonate and others don't. Keep the messages you need to hear and leave the rest for aomeone who needs that message. If you feel drawn to more than one group go read the othe one too, maybe there's a hidden message for you there.

I've used Wisdom of the Oracle deck, Etteilla tarot, Spirit animal oracle and Shine from inside oracle deck.

All pics and gifs are from pinterest.

*Do not plagiarize or repost, please*

1. The Phoenix

Welcome pile 1! 😊

Let's start with your current energies... New doors are opening up for you, you are entering in a new chapter of your life. You leave behind some parts of your life that were harming you to welcoming a new beginning. You know you're leading somewhere great for you even if right now you can't fully visualize it, you might be focusing your intentions into your goals through the Law of assumption or attraction and I must say it's giving great ressults in a near future. Your wishes and dreams are becoming real at the speed of light, you have an strong celestial presence by your side guiding your steps torwards your better future, you might know this but if you don't let me tell you that you're very guided and potected spiritually.

You've been working very hard for something, maybe related to your career or your inner work, wherever you've been setting your intentions is starting to bloom. There's a boost of self confidence and boss energy comming from you, like a living god/goddess, maybe is this high self esteem what you've been working on and finally is showing off. Anyway, I know this mixture of energies can be overwhelming and you are already exhausted because of all the situations you've been dealing with but things are moving fast for you, you'll be recovering your energies soon and a period of calmness will begin.

-What new brings the Sun in Aries?

Life path: Like I said in your energies, a new chapter starts bringing a period of calmness, things begin to work in a more peaceful way. It's a time to reflect and meditate about what you want to build for your life from now on. It's time for you to go out and explore the multiple options the world has to offer and go out of your comfort zone more frequently, spending less time in your mind. In spite of your boost of confidence there still are some insecurities within you that you must still work on them (I'll give you more details about this in the part of your love life). You are very protected spiritually and every one of your steps are guided by the beings that are taking care of you and your wellbeing, they are taking care of a family member you love so much as well, if you're not this close to your family this person could be someone that has passed away that loved you so so much and it's taking care of you from the other side.

Career/Studies: You want a change for your carrer or studies, you know you're capable of doing important things or anything that involves more responsabilities than the ones you have now. I don't know what it is but want something new, maybe you're looking for a promotion in your job or the opportunity to study what you really love. Pay attention at your sorroundings because someone you didn't expected has been looking over you and have an offer to give you, this will be something that will help you move forwards to reach your goals.

Material abundance: Right now your relationship with money can be a little complicated, maybe you don't have an stable income and for Aries season there is no changes in this aspect. You need to balance what you earn and what you spend to keep your back supported. Let see what comes in the next months but for now things are a little stuck when it comes to your material abundance.

Love life: Universe wants to compensate you for all the hard work you've been making by opening your roads in terms of love. you'll be magnetic in this season. You'll feel so beautiful in your own skin and you're going to irradiate it to the rest of the world. You'll see how people stare at you when you enter a room, you'll feel so much sexier than ever and you will watch how everyone can't take their eyes from you. Enjoy the feeling of being admired, maybe there's someone special waiting for you out there.

- How to embrace this new energy:

Get back to nature and reconnect with your hippie roots-> Are you lately feeling drawn to nature? If it's a yes it's because the Great Mother is calling you somehow to connect with her and allow her energy to enter in your life. This is a good time to go outdoors, specially to places surrounded by nature. Mother Earth always help us to heal, ground and free ourselves of any negative energy. I think I recommended this before but I'll repeat it anyway for anyone who needs to know this; a great technique to connect with the Great Mother is to look for their signals in nature. You can look for the waist of the Mother in the form of the hills or her breats in the mountains... It will help you ground yourself, develop your femenine energy and improve your intuition.

Allow unlimited abundance-> I'm a firm believer that abundance is an state of mind. Think about it with cold mind and try to remember when you've been in times of needs, somehow the Universe has given you a support for you to remember that you are protected and suplied, when you realize that abundance can come even in the form of an advice you open the door to prosperity in any of their ways. Abundance is not synonym of money.

Let go of control and relax into flow-> Well, the message couldn't be clearer isn't it? You don't need to rush anything, honey. All your desires are reaching your life in Divine timing, you're doing great doing what you do but it's important to release the need of controlling things or when they have to come into your life. The best thing you can do is take the advice the cards give you and take some minutes of your day for meditation to allow things flow in a natural way.

Tune into your inner peace-> Look for the things that make you feel calmness, spend time doing things that brings peace to your heart and make you connect with your sensibility. When life gets overwhelming you can always make an insight and tune with your inner voice to get the strenght to keep going on. Again, meditation is an awesome tool for this.

List 10 things you are thankful for-> Another clear as crystal message... (btw your guides are extremely direct when they want to talk😅) When you are feeling down, overwhelmed or simply you are having the need to focus on the nice things in your life take some minutes to sit with yourself and write down the things in your life that makes you feel grateful. When you are feeling down again take this list and read it out loud or if you prefer add another 10 things to your list, you'll realize how lucky you trully are.

- Message from Spirit Guides:

The Spirit of the Owl-> You can see clearly now, the veil in your eyes that wasn't letting you see the radiant world around you is now falling from your eyes. What was hidden is becoming clearer for you to see, you'll see the truth inside people around you but you'll find the magical truth within you too. Your 3rd eye is opening to your new reality, you're just beginning your journey, enjoy the process, it will be beautiful and full of magic.

The Spirit of the Rabbit-> You are in a lucky time my sweetheart, the wheel of fortune is finally spinning in your favour. You don't have to do anything but enjoy the blessings that will start appearing in your daily life, every piece of your life is getting into place so take this time to rest and recharge for the new chapter of your life. You have done a great work and your guides are really proud of you.

The Spirit of the Crow-> You have an strong manifestation power and you're aware of it even if you don't want to believe it. Sometimes you have got confused with this power by thinking that you were having a presentiment about something, it was you creating your own reality without realizing of this. Clear up your mind to focus on the great things that are about to come and tune your vibration into a higher frequency, you'll surprise of how fast things will come to you because you have attracted them.

- Extra channeled messages:

17:17, air signs, 22:22, violin and piano music, daddy issues-the neighborhood, 777, 3rd eye chakra, chinese horoscope, pisces, leo, gemini, the sun, venus, turtles, red clothes/dress, only one-alex band, twin flame journey, essential oils.

2. Sparkling hands

Welcome to your reading, pile 2, I hope you lilke it. 😁

Your current energy could't be better, love. In spite of anything that's happening in your life right now you have your intentions well focused, you're very goal oriented and hardly put the sight in less important things. You want to make or create something completely new, there has been some time of reflection about this, I feel that is something you've been planning for a long time and you have been waiting for the perfect circumstances to make it part of your reality. This Aries season goes great for this, if you've been waiting for the signal to start your project the Sun in Aries/Ostara is your sign to give birth to that beautiful dream you have. You have the strenght, willpower and tenacity to begin giving the necessary steps torwards your goals, for this time try not to spend too much time in your mind and flow a little more, don't let your mind fly to far and try to keep in the present moment by grounding yourself.

I see that you are visualizing what you want to create in every detail and that's great, I also see like "fake it till you make it" energy, like you're acting like you already have that dream happening in your current life even though it's something about your long-term future. Keep this visualizations and even write them if it's helpful for you but try to be more focused on your here and now. Don't think too much about your destiny or if you are giving the right steps, you and your project are divinely guided and protected so you don't have nothing to worry about. Don't overthink about the things you have to do to become what you want to be, instead of this try to focus on the little things you can do in current life to start materializing this beautiful dream you have.

- What new brings the Sun on Aries:

Life path: Your Guides are being very insistent about giving you a warning message. They warn you to keep your dreams for yourself and don't tell anybody of what you are doing until it is materialized. There could be someone in your surrounding that could ruin your plans by dismotivating you or simply throwing their negativity to you. To avoid this only talk about what you're working on with the smallest amount of people until you get it done, keep it as private as possible. Take care of your projects and dreams and protect them from any outsider harm, even more if they can open great doors for you in the future.

Career/studies: I feel for some of you that the person to be aware of is related to this aspect of your life, could be someone who looks friendly but at your back could be stealing some of your ideas. For others of you there's someone, a young male that will apprach you to give you some interesting information that can help you in your own career. Keep your eyes and ears open to the world around you, some important messages are about to come.

Material abundance: As in pile 1, things are going to be like they have been until now, there's no much change in this aspect for now. Anyway even if it takes time you will be very wealthy but first some steps are needed to take to get all that abundance in your future.

Love life: I don't see you very interested about your love life right now, you are so focused in doing your work that you are leaving this part of your life for another moment. You want to feel free, independent and self reliant, you want to feel good with your life and fall in love with yourself before falling for anybody. Maybe you've gone through some heartache because of love and you're taking your time to heal the wounds and reforce yourself from that pain. However, you're doing great and life will compensate your hard work.

- How to embrace this new energy:

Stop judging and start loving-> I feel that your judgments are more to yourself than to others, in fact I see you being very tender and comprensive with other people but when it comes to you you can become a little perfectionist dictator. You don't have to make things in a perfect way, in fact perfection is just a mental construction different for everyone of us. Embrace every part of yourself and try to make the best you can, enjoy your victories and failures in the same way because they will teach you the path to self satisfaction. Free yourself from expectations, allow yourself to fall and laugh of it, there's nothing bad in start like a beginner and perfection your skills through experiences and time. Be more kind with yourself.

Embrace your inner Divine Goddess-> You are so full of magic my love! Your Divine Femnine (no gender, just energy) is calling you to attend and serve it, you need the time and space to connect with yourself and feel like the living god/goddess you are. Give yourself the chance to rest and tune with your intuition and sensibility to recharge and have the mind as clear as possible to keep giving the necessary steps you have to take.

Ask for help, it doesn't make you weak-> This message doesn't need of too much clarification... It's great that you want to feel free and independent but an excesive use of this can lead to complete dettachment and that's not healthy for you. Anyone who knows you knows that you're strong enough to get whatever you purpose by your constance, intelligence and hard work, so don't hesitate to look for the advice from other people, many times a person who see things from outside, with perspective can tell us things we weren't seeing by ourselves.

You are perfectly beautiful-> Another message with little to say about, my love. This message is nothing new to you but needs to be more present in your mindset. Idk why but I keep seeing in my mind the image from Kat from Euphoria when a bunch of imaginary influencers scream at her that she has to love herself. Maybe you feel a little like this, we're so surrounded by positive messages but is a hard work to apply it in the daily life, sound nice but in the practice can be very difficult. In spite of the flawless image the media send us everyday you can find your own way to explore your beauty and uniqueness, like the card says you are perfectly beautiful as you are, with your virtues and of course with your flaws because they are yours and all of them makes you the beautiful soul you are in your beautiful human body.

Create your own happiness-> I told you... Your guides are clear af when they want to speak. I think you already make use of the Law of attraction or assumption, maybe you listen to subliminal audios or frequencies music, keep doing it or start to do it if haven't yet. You are creating your own reality with patience but determination, keep like this, you'll get sweet ressults soon.

- Messages from Spirit Guides:

The Spirit of the Falcon-> Stop making so many plans and begin flowing with life a little bit more, you're demanding too much from yourself and focusing too much in the little details. There's a major plan for you, your soul mission in this incarnation, you're being well guided and Divine company is always by your side. Don't think that much or you'll end up in an unnecessary burnout, instead of that aproach a little more to the spiritual realms to look for comfort, advice and understanding, they are always there helping you in every part of your path.

The spirit of the Snake-> It's the perfect moment for you to start healing yourself, heal the wounds that are restricting you, connect with your inner child if it's easier for you to start by here (there are a lot of guided meditations for this on youtube). Your messages are very related to self care so make this care part of your routine, you can start a helthier eating habits, have a better sleep routine or go for a walk to breathe fresh air, whatever helpful for your wellbeing will be a great solution for you.

The Spirit of the Turkey-> Are you scared of open up to the world, love? maybe you're more of the introverted type but if you're not you've been more focused in building a future for you than in socializing. Now is a good moment for you to start going out a little bit more frequently, whatever that helps you connect with something different from your mind, you can go out with your friends or go for a walk in nature by yourself. If it makes you happy and comfortable is a good idea.

- Extra channeled messages:

make you feel my love-adele; 23:32; virgo; mercury; earth signs; dancing?; tattoos; candle magic; drawing/painting; blooming baths; 555; the moon; pisces; libra; stones or crystals; 16:16;

3. The fire dancer

Hi pile 3! Enjoy your reading💕

Your current energy is bringing some unsolved situation from your past again to your life, it's a chapter of your life that needs to be properly attended to finally close it and get into a new chapter. I feel a very tender and gentle energy from you, like you like to have in mind everybody's feelings to don't hurt them, you're very polite when it comes to say what you think. Maybe you avoid getting into conflicts or bickering with people and you are more prone to balance and diplomacy ( a lot of Libra and Cancer energy btw). There's something that involves your feelings, because of the tarot cards that dropped and the card of the Yin I would say that has to do with somebody you loved that could have caused you pain in the past, if it's this way you must know there's something unsolved with this person. You might left something unsaid about how they made you feel and that could mean telling them hard things to hear and you don't want to hurt them like they hurt you, you want to show them you have a bigger heart, that you forgave and learnt what you needed to All cards, even with tarot and oracles emphasize the fact of standing up and defend your truth, so if this person is coming back to your life don't hesitate about telling them how you feel, be brave and don't avoid conflict. You don't need to fight, just being honest and speak with respect but with your truth above all, maybe it's not something you're too familiar but it's important the fact that you need to protect and defend yourself from any harm, even more when your feelings have been hurted. Take the risk and spek your truth out loud, after that you will feel so proud and satisfied with yourself.

If it's not related to a person is more related to something painful of your past, maybe a hard childhood or conflictive teenage years that could be making you feel guilty or scared of repeating patterns of your past that you've been putting so much energy and effort to leave behind. You have left a difficult cycle behind making a lot of effort ( I feel mostly about your mind and emotions), you have learnt a lot! Trust in the efforts you've made to be the better version of yourself you're today and don't be afraid of conflictive situations, you'll know how to overcome it with grace and elegance and will see in yourself when you look in the mirror how strong you are and the willpower you have within you.

- What new brings the Sun in Aries:

Life path: In this aspect of your life you're needing of time of reflection about you want to do with the situations you are going through. Idk why but I feel you could be very shy or introverted about people, this Aries season invites you to overcome that shyness or solitary attitude by making new friends, spend more time with your beloved ones or do anything that helps you to connect with the world around you. You might enjoy your solitude and the times you spend by your own but allow yourself to offer the rest of the people your precious energy, you'll find special people like you out there.

Career/Studies: If you were having any struggle in this aspect of your life I'm happy to say that there's a change in favor to your luck, something you were waiting to solve finally gets a favorable outcome. Because of the card related to your material abundance, if you were looking for a job you are getting it. Your roads related to your career/studies are opening up for better things.

Material abundance: Good news for you, pile 3!😊 Some great news are coming your way, if you were waiting for an scolarship or a promotion you will be getting great news about this in this Aries season. If you've been looking for a job you'll meet somebody with a great offer to give you.

Love life: About this part of your life there's an unsolved problem, probably the one I told you about at the start of your reading. If right now you are in a relationship with somebody you might not be in your best moment together, there could be jelausy, distrust or your feelings about the relationship are uncertain in this moment. If you're single or there's no romantic interests in your life this is about someone from your past that hurted you and the pain they caused is still present, maybe they played with your feeling or made you think you weren't enough for them. However, in this aspect of your life there's a very dense energy (I felt like a tar can was poured over me), would be great if you take this Aries season for only yourself by doing things that help you to reconnect with your own happiness and love yourself above everything. Value your opinion of yourself over what other people can think or say about you.

- How to embrace this new energy:

Aling your intentions with your actions-> Meditate about the decitions you have to make and find the most accurate way for you to move forward. Think about what you want and what you need to get it and begin planting the seeds that get you nearer your goals. Take your time to plan the strategy, there's no rush to get it.

Awaken your authentic self and be true to you-> This is one of my favourite cards of this deck! This card invites you to do something you really enjoy, maybe find a new hobby or going back into one you've left forgotten because of the daily responsabilities. It's the moment to find what you enjoy doing and explore new activities that keeps you happy.

Be bold, don't be afraid to stand out-> This message is very related to the next one and they both are talking about trust in your own habilities and stand for what you believe is right, to share your voice and be listened up. Embrace your inner warrior and defend yourself if it's necessary, trust in your inner wisdom and how strong you've became and don't be afraid to show it. Your bravery and courage can inspire others.

Believe in yourself-> As in the previous message, you need to recognize and embrace all your virtues and love yourself unconditionally. Don't worry about what other people think and focus in your own perception of yourself, put you in the first place of your priorities list

Your reality is a reflection of your inner world-> A very wise medium I met told me once that when we are alright with ourselves we can be right with the world around us, I give to you this advise he gave me and helped me so much in that moment with the hope of you to keep this always in mind. How you feel about yourself determines the response of the world around you, everything is connected to our mindset. Seed flowers and magic within you and they will bloom in your reality.

- Messages from Spirit Guides:

The Spirit of the Porcupine-> Don't have so much high expectations about how your life should be, things are going fine and everything is getting into place. Be more tender with yourself and embrace the not-so-nice things of life. Start what you want to start and let the experience teach you what you need to know, don't try to achieve the ideal of perfection and let yourself take the risk of falling to get up stronger and wiser. There's nothing bad about being wrong or having bad feelings, they are part of existense and human experience. Embrace them to be stronger and don't be afraid of your own power.

The Spirit of the Rabbit-> The planets have aligned for you, my love! The luck is by your side at this moment, you don't have to be so worried about how things are going because everything is going fine. The worst is left behind and you have overcome all the obstacles, the Universe wants to make you a gift for all your efforts with this lucky moment where you can start laying the foundations of what you want to become in the rest of the astrological year.

The Spirit of the Bat-> You're reaching the end of an stagnation period, things are starting to change in your life and a rebirth is assured for you. I don't want to be repetitive but my love, if you are scared of live again the bad things you have lived stop being so afraid, the worst has left in the past and it won'thurt you never again. You are not the same person you were, you have changed so much in so many ways. Have more faith in life and trust the abilities you have earned, you are empatic, gentle, as well as brave and so precious and unique! Watch by yourself all this treasures you hide inside, you deserve great things because you are great.

- Extra channeled messages:

1222; 40:40; eyelashes; color yellow; golden jewelry; jupiter; fire signs; 21:11; skin care routine, trust issues; every breath you take-the police; butterflies; 888; ride-lana del rey

[amaya-writes]

Hello! i'd like to place an ask for the Tomans Girl event. If possible I'd like female reader headcanons with Nahoya and Souya. Could the headcanons be about them having a girlfriend that is really pretty but kinda dumb? (almost like a bimbo). They still love her to bits and like to show her off the gang but sometimes they wonder if there's anything going on up there.

ASK NO. 4 FOR THE TOMAN’S GIRL

Note: For anyone one wondering, the extra characters were added because they messaged me about it. :)

Characters involved: Nahoya, Souya, Ran, Kisaki

Warnings: bimbo reader, usage of mentally insulting words like stupid, etc. I think I use the word whore once in Kisaki's

Female reader, you/your/you're, she/her/hers

Nahoya Kawata

There weren't a lot of things that could make Nahoya visibly upset, but people mistreating his precious little girl was certainly one of them.

Sure, you weren't the brightest bulb in the shed, but that didn't stop his fists from clenching as his smile mockingly widened when anyone so much as offhandedly insulted your intelligence.

Nahoya doesn't mind your bimbo-esque personality, in fact, he thinks it fits his happy-go-lucky persona.

He never gets mad at you for being a little too slow (mentally) even if it might annoy him.

Loves to use your personality against you whenever he's feeling playful since you're the type to laugh at his stupid jokes and corny flirts.

Won't hesitate to beat someone up if they take their mocking jokes too far/actually offend you.

Nahoya isn't the intellectual kind so he doesn't mind that your interests focus more on your body than brain. He actually likes it and thinks of you as his cute little girlfriend who needs protecting.

Overall, he's not overly protective or anything but he thinks your bimbo-ness compliments your relationship and doesn't mind it.

Souya Kawata

Unlike his brother, Souya doesn't resort to violence easily. He might be known as Angry, but Souya is actually a kind and peaceful person who doesn't like getting into fights.

That completely changes when he's with his girl.

Will glower at people who so much as look at you the wrong way when you do something conventionally dumb.

Isn't the type to insult your intelligence but he won't be as patient as his brother. Sure, he won't outright say rude things but sometimes Souya can't help but roll his eyes or mock you if your dumbness affected him. Aka like having to circle back home several times because you keep on forgetting things you obviously need, etc.

Will apologise an hour later with little trinkets and kisses. He isn't the type to hold a grudge against you for the type of person you are and honestly thinks of you as innocent rather than stupid.

Souya knows you're just not as bright as others, but he can't help but have a protective instinct towards you. Sort of wonders whether this is how Nahoya feels about him; like he needs to protect the person beside him from the cruel people around.

Ran Haitani

He's a complete ass at first. Oh, you don't understand that/can't do that by yourself? Of course you can't, you're my dumb little girl who can't do anything without me.

Calls you his dumb little kitty, bimbo, little girl, etc. and uses your dumbness against you.

Lowkey is manipulative with the way he convinces you into thinking things (like getting caught making out, etc.) are your fault even if he initiated it.

He loves insulting your intelligence in that mocking way that probably hurts a lot at first. But don't be fooled into thinking he doesn't care.

Sure, you're a dumb girl, but you're his dumb girl.

Ran thinks that it's sort of cute that you are (sort of) a bimbo and loves spoiling you with material or physical things. He can be overbearing and borderline rude at times, but he means well and is usually just teasing you.

At the end of the day, he'll probably be protective over you but unlike the others, he won't show it. Ran's the type to subtly glare at someone mocking you to make them shut up.

Doesn't even need to beat them up because if his glares aren't enough, his words certainly are.

Ran can be very rude and condescending when he wants to be, especially when it comes to his girl, but he doesn't outright show you how much he cares.

Kisaki Tetta

Literal brat tamer energy.

If you thought Ran was rude Kisaki is lethal. The type to call you a dumb little whore who can't tell left from right without him. He'll probably just establish the fact that your world revolves around him.

Kisaki doesn't even bother with trying to be protective, etc. unless the other person takes it too far. He doesn't mind people stating the obvious/getting annoyed but he won't tolerate insults or anything that actually affects you.

According to Kisaki, you don't need to be smart since he has enough brains for both of you.

He sort of finds your bimbo-like personality calming in a weird way. His life outside of your relationship is really hectic and demanding, so he likes how simple things are with you.

You aren't exactly an intellectual and rarely have demands that can't be met with ease (and a little bit of cash), which helps Kisaki relax and unwind around you.

He doesn't have to constantly plan and scheme and be on edge because you're his dumb little bimbo who can't even think about betraying or using him.

100% loves degrading you in the bedroom and watching you go stupid over him. Also has a superiority complex (more so than usual) around you.

Loves it when you ask him for help because it just inflates his ego that much more.

[doyouknowbtsswag]

Training With The Blood God |Technoblade|

You would think being the Blood God's wife would mean you were skilled at fighting too right? oh boy, could it be far from the truth. I never liked violence at all I can't kill a mob for my life! When the butcher army attacked Technoblade I felt useless. I was in the house when it all happened, I wanted to help but there was nothing I could do to help. Techno didn't want anyone to know I was with him in the first place., if something happened to me for some reason because of other's petty revenge he would blame himself for what happened.

One day when Tecno went off to go gather materials I grabbed one of his diamond swords. I wanted to ask Phil to teach me because knowing Technio he would immediately say no afraid I might get hurt while training. The walk to Phil's house was harder than it usually was the sword was heavier than I thought it would be. I wasn't used to using a diamond sword I've only ever used iron materials when I did go and attack something which was always food.

I knocked on the door hoping Phil was home, I wanted to start as soon as possible to maybe surprise techno with my fighting abilities. I waited for an answer and didn't get one. I sighed in defeat finally figuring out he wasn't home. Phil usually answers the door to anyone, so when he didn't answer it meant he wasn't home, plus now realizing most of his crows were gone except for a couple messaging birds.

I started to go back to the house when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to be faced with a very concerned pink-haired hybrid. His eyes went from my face to the diamond sword then back at my face. He sighed at the way I was holding the sword showed how much I was struggling to hold the sword.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

He grabbed the sword from my hand effortlessly walking inside with me following him. He didn't answer right away as he placed down his Axe of Peace and the diamond sword. He then looked over at me taking off his cape hanging it on the hanger.

"Why were you holding a very sharp sword that you can barely hold," He said taking his armour off exposing the white button-up shirt he had on.

"Well I was thinking that I should start training, I think it's time is should learn to fend for myself and help you with destroying governments and stuff you do"

He stared at me for a good ten seconds before turning away from me.

"No," he said putting Blaze Rods and Nether Wart in a chest that he gathered from the Nether.

"Why not" I walked beside him.

"Because I said so"

"Your acting like a dad" I replied crossing my arms clearly annoyed. "I'll just have Phil teach me"

Techno turned around gently cupping my face.

"You don't understand how dangerous it is out there" He looked in my eyes this was one of those times when Techno showed his emotions more than usual, that's how you know it's serious.

"I know that Tech but-"

"You don't know, it's brutal and nasty. No one gives any mercy even if your new. What if you lose allies you're close to, hell even fighting against them. What if you get hurt and need potions of healing or Golden apples and you don't have any. What if you get scared and wanna turn back but you can't. What if you leave with me and never come back.."

"Then you'll be there to save me," I placed my hand on top of his laying on my cheek.

"But Phil is a good teacher"

"I don't want Phil to help you I do but.."

"But what?"

"What if I hurt you while training" he emphasized the I.

"You won't because I know you're gentle sometimes and soft. You would take it easy and slow maybe it'll take longer than usual because of the voices but if that's what it takes then I'm perfectly fine with it."

He sighed in defeat moving his hands from my cheek to around my waist leaning down just a little to lay his forehead on mine.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

From that day you two started training whenever you guys had time. As time went by he accepted the fact that you probably need to know how to fight in case he isn't there to protect you. He was indeed gentle with me and did his best on training me, it was a struggle a few times but hey, everyone has bumps in the road.

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You are perfect the way you are and worth it :)

[rayofsunas]

s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

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Hi!! So,

it's my ( literal ) first time writing fanfiction, so I'm pretty new at this stuff, but Lady Dimitrescu is all I was able to think about for weeks and I >needed< to do something about it.

( If you want some context, I wrote this thinking “what if Alcina survived?” - Alcina's pov )

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The fall,

The end of everything you once loved

Ethan Winters.

You woke up... somehow, you woke up. The frigid air hitting your fresh wounds felt like a jolt send by reality, as if one says "you're still alive" -

- and oh how you were starting to hate that feeling.

Laying on the demolished floor of your castle, muscles twitching in pain, mouth open gasping for air... that's how you are, how you will remember yourself from now on. A defeated dragon, a crushed woman, a dead mother.

You should get up, you should let go of your carcass and crawl your way back into the warmth of your home, you should—

—you should be dead, actually. Resting on death's cold embrace along with your daughters.

Daughters.

God, your daughters.

The memories flood your mind with a painful, unbearable reminder; they're gone, dead, crystalized - gone. They're gone. Your lovely daughters, your pride and joy, the main reason you'd open up your eyes in the morning...

...Bela,

Cassandra,

Daniela....

Their names are long cold, not yet forgotten - no, never forgotten - but somewhere else, as they don't belong here anymore; not on your arms, tucking them to bed. Not on your hands, caressing their faces. Not on your lips, kissing their foreheads. Not on your tongue, as you say them.

A raspy scream leaves your throat, it sounds disturbing.

You sob, hot tears trailing down your cheeks and neck, small cries for help find their way into the wind, disappearing with less importance then when they materialized.

You cannot recall for how long you stayed at that very same position, perhaps some hours, perhaps a day, but you are certain that at some point you were overcame by tiredness and collapsed - probably the best to do for now.

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And so, rises the moon and the stars watch upon your limp body, the night howling a merciful wind and singing a melodic song. Grunting, you push yourself up with your elbows, sitting up and facing the sky through the hole you've made on the roof... and the levels above...

A huge carcass sits besides you, it's wings bended on itself and it's big mouth open to whoever would like to have a peek; you probably changed back into your normal body while unconscious... Now that you can see it clearly, you notice the damage that man-thing did to you... by heavens, how were you still alive and...

Oh. The castle. You look forward, taking in the horizon - the stars look exclusively shiny tonight - you breath in, the dusty air causes you to chough a few times. Stretching your neck a bit to see your whole house, you tell yourself it looks.. fine, actually, ignoring the broken windows. The broken windows.

It's cold. You shiver harshly, panting as the air meets your bare back and rumbles through your lungs, making you hug yourself, - you're naked, you just realized - the winter in Romania is truly kind to no one.

Your legs tremble with just the thought of trying to stand on your feet. You don't rush to do it either, let the wintry breeze take in your wounds, make it sting, burn it, freeze it; freeze your body along.

“To die. To die is to live. To live without them, that's torture. To live without their presence, absent of their scents, to not hear them, nor see their faces again, that's worse than death; far, far worse. How could I ever walk into that damned house without the heavenly sounds of their laughs, the tapping of their feet as they walk free, the steadiness of their heartbeats, reminding me that my own still beats.

Beats for them. For them only.

And they're gone.

So who shall my heart beat for? Myself? No, that wouldn't do. I will rip it out from my chest if I must, sacrifice it to any god who may hear me, all so I could spend five more minutes with them. Then I'd die in peace and find them at my arms again at whatever comes after this poor life.

But I'm here.”

You still hold yourself as you stare at a castle's - broken - window, new warm tears hanging the same trail the old and now dry ones did, a silent cry.

Your intrusive thoughts were abruptly cut by a loud noise from the inside of the castle, making you jump up, gathering all your last strengths to stand and walk a few shaky steps closer to home. The more you walked, the louder the noises got; a little rustle became a bang, and your tiptoing became a sprint, you hold yourself as tight as you can, ignoring the bleeding, the cold air spiking your lungs, how insanely fast you heartbeat was. You need to get there, protect the last remnant of them you still have.

The gates felt heavy now, even for you, who would open them with one hand. Where is your strength now? The fearless dragon who'd do anything to protect her house? Perhaps she died on that fall, and now all there's left is a shadow of what you were one day.

With much pain, you open the big doors, leading to the comfort of your house; you don't get in, you throw yourself in. The warm atmosphere engulfed you like a summer kiss on a winter storm, all you needed to ground yourself to reality for now. Grabbing some sheets laying over an old counter, you wrap yourself in it – oh, that's gonna get soaked in blood, but that's not of your concern now – moving incredibly fast for someone as hurt as yourself, you follow the continuous sounds that could not mean something good. The main doors are open, the cellar is unlocked as well, that idiotic man-thing couldn't even close the doors once he finished slaughtering your home? Imbecile.

You stand at the library's door now, suddenly frozen; you know what happened in there... do you really want to get in? Are you truly ready to face it again? Maybe you should take a step back and walk away, it would be the most logical decision to take now.

But what is logic when the heart screams? What is the brain for once your emotions take the best of you? You can't walk away. Put some honor on your name. Save the last bit of your daughter that fate is still conceiving you. Your chest rises and falls completely out of coordination, your fists close around the fabric involving your body; get ready, you're going in; gather the last bit of courage you have inside yourself and blast these doors.

And so you do.

You bring those pieces of wood to the ground, the only barrier between you and the reality you couldn't accept; a guttural growl forms in your chest as you see a lycan approach your child's crystalized body; you're blind with ire, sorrow, protectorship - you name it - and it makes you shout at the top of your lungs as you dilacerate the filthy beasts you'd bat your eye at. A bloody trail of corpses marks your way through the castle grounds, your claws dripping with fresh sanguine fluid - which you can't tell if it's from the creatures or from yourself - the crimson path follows you all the way to the other wing of mansion like a spirit who must haunt you for eternity.

You scream like a feral animal, blood soaking the once white cloth around your form; the scream becomes a shriek, which descends to a yelp, ending as a furious cry. You can feel the anger leaving you, like the waters of a waterfall; explosive, big portions of water falling into a numb, deaden lake. Hopefully those waters will carry you with them, you shall fall and sink at a anesthetizing lagoon.

You kneel, eyes closed, eyebrows frowned; a loud sigh fills the deafening silence in the air, your mind is blank – better, your mind is red, scarlet red mixed with black, ire and grief. Slowly, your head lower itself so you're facing the floor.

The big Lady Dimitrescu,

kneeling on a pool of blood, defeated.

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“Lady Dimitrescu!”

Who..? The voice was so far yet so close, you try your best to focus on the direction of the calls but your nerves just won't cooperate.

“Lady!”

Who would be calling for you? Is your mind playing tricks on you now? And since when you were laying on the floor? Too many questions for too little answers. You try to stand up, but a sharp pain on your side made you cry out and fall on your back, face knotted in pain – perhaps your adrenaline rush was keeping you from feeling what was really happening with your body, and now you feel like you're betraying yourself for that.

A small figure approaches you in a fast pace, causing you to unleash your claws one more time and snarl at the not-so-possible threat; you were hurt. Vulnerable. Letting someone close was the last thing you wanted now. The humanoid thing backs away a few steps with your aggressive reaction, hands on their chest, visibly afraid – even though your vision is quite blurry, you identify their expression: scared, desperate, sorrowful – they call out once more, almost shouting.

“Please, Lady Dimitrescu, let me help!”

Ah... Help... The now clearer feminine voice washes over you - a wave of compassion - as if hope has found its way to your house again. Well, it better go away again, or you'll drag it out yourself.

“Out.” was all that left your lips, your intense gaze locking with hers, a silent yet not so discrete warning; although you had only said one word, it was well understood by the woman, who stepped away, eyes still meeting yours, a dreadful cast hang on her face.

Still, she didn't left.

Is that girl testing her luck? It can only be. Once again you warn her: “Leave. I will not repeat myself.”

Her posture stiffens, after a moment of silence she looks at the door, truly wondering about leaving or not; her body turns around, her knuckles going white from how hard she was grabbing the fabric on her chest – she's conflicted. But why? Who is she, after all? – A long, defeated sigh leaves her, as if she knows there is no choice left.

“Allow me to help.” A failed effort on trying to sound confident; her voice is full of tears and her tone is oscillating – it makes you wonder if she has been crying – The human walks towards you, trying not to make any eye contact; you can't stand on your feet, you left hand is pressed on your injured side, the other is open and directing your now extended nails towards her.

Oh how funny it is, no?

The predator being cornered by the prey. The dragon being trapped by the rabbit. How ridiculous it is.

Her extremely shaky hands hang in front of her, trying to say she won't hurt you – oh if she only knew it's going to be the other way round. – One step closer.. Her lips and chin tremble; Another. Your claws grow bigger, eyes peering through her soul; another step, your eyebrows frown, her eyes are teary. The last step - your blood is boiling hot, your nerves on edge; you are still the predator. - a slicing sound and a half-scream saturate the air for a millisecond, just for silence to overfill it once more. Red splashes over the room again, on your face, on your chest, but mostly on the floor, where the girl was thrown at.

An agonizing scream leaves her throat - what a miracle, she remains alive - both of her hands cover her face, blood spilling all over her; what a sight, you would most definitely enjoy this very much on another situation. She cries out in despair, making you face the ceiling and close your eyes, a tired look on your face – you just want all this to end, you don't have any more patience for this. You want to crawl back into your bed and starve, you want to destroy this place, make it abandoned ruins of what one day was a home; you want to kill that damned sickening man-thing, kill this foolish girl for perturbing your grieving, and then yourself.

The woman captures your attention once again, she is kneeling, her body facing yours, her right hand presses her ripped face, the other makes its slow way up to you, although she is trembling, she manages to keep her hand steady enough to hand you a little green flask with a yellow-y label; You look closer, 'treatment disinfectant' it says... Oh you can only be joking. You feel like slaughtering the girl right this instant, but takes in a deep breath and holds the flask, her hand immediately falling along with her body. Is she dead? No, her slow yet consistent breathing exclaims that she is still alive – you honestly find it a bit offensive – You should, but you cannot bring yourself to finish the human; you should end her suffering, but now she caught your attention; and besides, she wants to help, doesn't she? then the price she'll pay is staying alive.

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hahaaa I'm so nervous about posting this,,, ,

and yes! It is a alcina x maiden fic! I do plan it to be slow burn, and if some you liked it and read it till here, please like and/or reblog and I'll post chapter 2!

( posted on Ao3! Name: “The woman in your castle” )

( chapter 2 posted!! )