#but i am reallllly struggling with him

[worm-on-my-way]

whoo seems like a lot of people liked my chat and ladybug redesigns sooooo here's marinette!!!! hello mlb followers :))))

[ghouldtime]

König x Reader Series

Finally decided that I should do an x reader series in the near future for König since I love love love him and want to do him justice (and am tired of seeing the same reallllly gross and flat out fetishization of him + terrible representation of his social anxiety)

The only thing is I don't have any for sureee certain ideas on what type of series I'd like to write. I usually don't keep to the normal "you guys both work at the same company and shoot people and do sick backflips" because that's just not my personal cup of tea (I also really struggle with those narratives cause my weenie ass would NOT be out on those battlefield). That being said, what should I do?

Making a poll but feel free to absolutely suggest anything or ask questions if you need something else to help decide

(as always with my writing, this WILL be a gender neutral reader because I want anyone to be able to read it and put themselves there)

(Also even if it's AUs, I'm still writing him with his military experience, being at the age I usually put him as of about 40ish - I just like writing him with some bit of a life outside of his work)

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I have quite a few hang ups with Come Morning Light, the hunger games au I posted one chapter for back in November and have yet to update.

The first and foremost personal challenge is the fact that I, PCE, a certified Angst Wimp, am gonna have to kill off sooooo many of my faves. Like Hunger Games has some dark ass subject matter, kids forced to kill each other. I’m struggling with that, especially with what I have planned for Craig.

Along that same line, it’s gonna be a HUGE cast of characters, which I’ve had difficulty with in the past, it’s one of the reasons I primarily operate in oneshots. I love a good The Gangs All Here fic, but fleshing out 20+ characters is HARD. Bc a fluffy 2k word oneshot of Stan and Kyle in an awkward meet cute where there’s maybe one other character (usually kenny lmfao I’m a creature of habit) is a WHOLE different animal than a multicharacter multichapter. That’s something I had to figure out recently with TWITR, and character introduction held me up a lot in ATLCTS.

Okay this one may seem really inconsequential to a lot of people, but one thing I didn’t think about when developing this concept was the fact that there’s not really away for me to get around Stan eating meat lmao that’s one thing that over my time writing sp fanfiction has become ESSENTIAL to me characterizing that boy. I’ll probably just have him make a comment about how he could never kill animals himself WHICH BRINGS ME TO:

Kyle as our Katniss character. So if you’re familiar with my bs, every time I write Kyle, he’s inherently less angry until it’s called for, he’s very idealistic in his worldview and it takes something actually really pissing him off for him to snap. This is NOT gonna be the case here!!! This boy is ANGRY BY DEFAULT, the worlds out to get him? fuck the world right back! Plus, the entire story is gonna be from his perspective, bc I love writing Kyle, but it’s gonna take all my willpower not to turn him into my usual empathetic to a fault sweet people loving Kys.

Also, I usually tend to leave the adults mostly out of my stuff, but they’re gonna play quite the role in this. We got Garrison as Haymitch, Big Gay Al as Effie, fuckin Mr Slave as Cinna. I’ve never even WRITTEN the three of them. The dynamics gonna be fun tho.

Ofc there’s the problem of it being an adaptation too. There’s a fine line between just replacing hg characters with sp names and copying the plot, as opposed to making it your own. I do have some plot changes planned, but this is an issue I faced with We’re Gonna Sing It Even So, and that almost led me to abandon that fic when I felt like I was just plagiarizing Hadestown.

Also I’m not planning to adapt more than the first book. I reallllly couldn’t handle Kenny taking out Ike with his trap in the third one.

BUT!!! This won’t be abandoned, it’ll just be slow going!!! Ya wanna know the main reason?

Because the first idea I had for CML (other than Kyle volunteering for his little brother) was STAN AND KYLE IN THE FUCKING CAVE SCENES. A major change is that both of them are already deeply down bad, but those scenes??? Yeah no one’s playing for the cameras. I wanna fuck Stan up in the arena so bad lmfao that boy is my original sp whump muse and NATURALLY Kyle taking care of him I love that shit. Girl we gonna GET that prosthetic leg the movies left out (Ship In A Bottle Stan moment, I love that fic btw) as the Style Injury Dealer, I MUST deliver.

So, yeah, if anyone’s down, I’ll eventually pick it back up lmao.

[colorisbyshe]

I hate it when a character becomes part of an iconic™ couple in the comics and they can't be separated because the shippers throw a hossy fit. It's the reason why I don't read Billy Kaplan anymore and prefer Tommy. I don't care about Teddy at all! But Billy cannot be single, cannot date other men, he cannot have his lore explored etc because he's one half of Marvel's most iconic gay couple. It's so frustrating. Has that ever happened to you? Your fave narratively trapped in a dull relationship?

Idk if sending this to me is right cause I love Billy and Teddy, together and apart shgkhdsg Like it's been a while since I've visited marvel comics at all but the last time I DID buy/read a marvel comic it was for their wedding shgkjdshgsd Like I drove to my comic store and specifically bought that volume and nothing else.

But also... no.

Because I primarily enjoy characters THROUGH their relationships with other people. Not just romantic but like... any relationship. If a character is primarily spending time with someone I do not care for, I do not care for them either. If I did not like Teddy, I wouldn't like Billy.

This is actually why I struggle with comics or like... any franchise where there's large, shifting casts, and who someone hangs out with is more prone to change. I am primarily into character DYNAMICS, so when you're constantly changing the characters involved or like... sticking someone with someone I do not like, it alllll falls flat for me.

There are a few cahracters who could probably persist in spite of being surrounded by flops. But generally... I need the tight ensemble OR a REALLLLLY strong presonal arc to care about someone. Marvel comics is never gonna get the really strong personal arc (at least modern marvel).

but like... I do like Naruto less because of who he is married to. His emotional (and likely sexual) affair with Sasuke is the only thing that even vaguely redeems him.

So... I guess Naruto and sasuke are my "boooo your relationships are ruining you and your arcs" characters but also... I dropped the series where that relationship si happening, so it'll never be my problem.

Everyone else? Are surrounded by exactly who I want them to be.

[outivv]

— Sneaking around —

Synopsis: they sneak into your room/ you sneak out (high school au!)

Warnings: mentions of an argument (Scaramouche (ofc)) not proofread

Characters: high school au! Kokomi, cyno, dehya, childe, and Scaramouche

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: I reallllly wanted to try writing for dehya, cause she’s amazing and I love her very much, idc if the prompt doesn’t fit her. Anyways enjoy, and take care!! :>>

— Kokomi —

“Quick quick get in here, or else my mom will see you from her window!” You said, ushering your girlfriend into your house through the front door. That was your first mistake. Your second, was the moment she took her shoes you immediately started kissing her. “[name]! I thought your mom might see!” Kokomi said with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes, laughing along with her until you were interrupted by none other than… your mom. Clearing her throat she says, “now, [name]. I taught you better than this.” You let out a gasp, releasing kokomi, and almost trying to hide her behind you. “If you’re gonna try to hide something, or someone, don’t let them in through the front door. At least try to be stealthy.” Your mother said with a laugh. Ah. She was joking. Wait a minute?! “I am stealthy!!” You exclaimed as both kokomi and your mom just laughed at you.

— Cyno —

“Hey [name], it really panes me to see you like this.” Cyno said crawling through the window. You look at him flatly. “Cyno I will push you off my roof if you don’t get in here.” Cyno’s typically emotionless face turned into a pout of sorts, “I think I’m hilarious.” He muttered, stepping into your room. You ignored his self proclaimed humor, and hugged him tightly. “I missed you.” You said burying your face in his hair/ neck/ chest (all depends on height really)

You haven’t been able to see each other recently, cyno being busy with student council stuff, and you being busy with academics and extracurriculars. Now was the only time you’ve really gotten to share a moment of peace together in a while, and you had to sneak around to get here, so you certainly wouldn’t let the moment pass easily.

— Dehya —

Dehya’s smile is bright as you hop into her car, giving her a kiss on the cheek as you too so. “It was cute watching you climb from your window.” She jokes, and lets out a hearty laugh. You punch her arm playfully, “you watched me struggle?!” She smiles, “of course.” You start to fuddle with the radio, until dehya stops you, “so, where to.” She asks. Right… you hadn’t even thought of a place to go.

“Hmm… we could… uhh…” you ponder, but everything is either closed at this hour, or… boring. “How about we just drive around for now, and then we can go to my place. I’ll drop you off before morning too don’t worry.” Of course, dehya already has everything planned. You smile sweetly at her, and grab onto her hand over the middle console. “Yeah, that’d be fun.”

— Childe —

The laughs of the ginger above you are heard loud and clear, even if he’s trying to suppress them as best as possible. “You look so tiny down there-“ he says before having to cover his mouth out of fear of waking up his parents. “Shut up.” You retort, as you start to climb up. You barely make it through his window before childe is practically right on top of you. Muttering in your ear about how much he missed you, as you’re about to fall over because all his body weight is on you.

“Childe!” You whisper yell, and drag him over to his bed so you can properly cuddle. He just stares at you, so lovingly, you don’t even have to say anything to him and he’ll be so infatuated with you. “You’re staring like a creep.” You say, absolutely ruining the moment. Childe pouts, “can’t I just look at my lover? We haven’t seen each other for a while now.” You remain unamused, as he continues to go on and on about how he missed you. “You’re such a drama queen” you say, like you didn’t absolutely miss him to death.

— Scaramouche —

“[name] unlock your window.” Scaramouche says with a sigh. You had gotten into a fight recently, and Scaramouche realized he was in the wrong so, he wanted to apologize. He has tried all day to say sorry, but you are rightfully still upset. But Scaramouche hates when you’re upset with him, so he’s… gone to plan B. Breaking and entering.

“No scara, I don’t wanna talk to you.” You say, closing your blinds. Scaramouche is growing increasingly frustrated, but the last that that will help is getting angry again, “[name] I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said what I said, and yelled at you. I was insensitive.” He says almost shy, but clearly still frustrated that things aren’t going his way. You don’t respond, he doesn’t even know if you’re still on the other side of the window. Until you open your blinds once more, revealing the light of your room, and your empathetic face. Unlocking your window, to allow him to climb in. “I’m sorry you.” You say, hugging him, as he lets out a relived breath and relaxes under your touch.

[stupid-for-simping]

I’m so ticked off right now.

Story time.

My family and I had a tragic passing last year, and somehow this woman (we’ll call her Lorelei) started talking to my dad. She’s been helping him grieve by talking on the phone and giving him advice. That’s fine, I don’t care, they’re not dating (as my dad has told me multiple times), it’s kind of weird but also not my business.

He saw that I was struggling mentally and suggested that I talk to her. I put it off for a long time, until I had to reach out to Lorelei to thank her for a gift. I thanked her and left it at that.

A month later my narcissistic grandmother from out of state wanted to visit (I have been no-contact with her for years now points for still trying ig).

I didn’t know what to do bc my dad kinda guilted me into almost being open to meeting up with her. He suggested I talk to Lorelei to get an outside perspective.

I spoke on the phone with her for an hour, and she *almost* convinced me to do it. I emailed my Gma and told her that we could maybe meet at a neutral place.

Then my family started talking about visiting the rest of our relatives, so I told Gma to hold off on making plans. CANCELLED.

Now, Lorelei wants to take me shopping before my fam takes our trip. I didn’t respond to a text that I didn’t even need to respond to, for five days.

This morning, AS FUCKING SOON as I am awake today, he comes at me like “Have you not been responding? Lorelei has told me you’ve ignored her texts three times already. As far as I’m concerned, you should answer immediately, and leaving it is being an asshole.”

Now. I don’t exactly disagree with this, BUT it’s common practice for me to leave anything that’s not immediate for a few days before I respond. Besides the month between our first and second correspondences, I haven’t left a text from her unanswered for longer than a weekend. However,

SHE LEFT ME ON READ FOR TWO WEEKS. And she has the FucKing nerve to complain to MY dad about ME not responding. This isn’t the first time he’s had an attitude with me about this woman, and this is reallllly getting me riled up. I’ve been ticked about it all day, but only just saw that she left a text on read for two weeks.

Am I crazy for being mad???

She’s a really nice, generous, giving lady. I don’t trust her at all. I’ve only seen her in person once. I feel like she’s manipulating my dad, and using us as a pity-project because she’s an empty nester and she’s bored (which I already know as a fucking. fact. because she’s said so multiple times “I work at a desk all day, and I’m just sitting around the house”)

Ok. I think I’m done.

[deiliamedlini]

u already know I had to ask about it (even tho my thirsty self already commented about it on ao3 ✋) but- any elaboration/thots on the threesome scene itself, or even ur headcanon of link as bi ? I love that u chose shad lmao, and I have Not Stopped Thinking About That Scene Once

HAHAHA I got you! I’m all here for that threesome scene!! I’m about to ramble and I’m not sorry for it!

It was one of the first things I had planned for this fic! Honestly, once I decided to write a pirate fic, the scene itself was a given!! Hahaha! I did really struggle to figure out the combo of people though! I wasn’t sure if it was going to be MFM or MMM or MFF, but I was reallllly happy with how it turned out! I (biased though I am) think it ended up a perfect combo! 

Funny you said you’re glad it was Shad, because for the LONGEST time, it was Bozai (the guy you hijack the boots from in BOTW), but I couldn’t take it seriously in any way, shape, or form, so I went with Shad because I love Shad and I do NOT love Bozai!!! I was really trying to stick with BOTW names for a while so it was just in my head that people would recognize his name so I should use him, and I had already used the people I would have wanted, so I (thankfully) just gave up sticking with BOTW names because Shad was perfect. But really, I feel like the whole scene showed so much of both Link and Zelda’s characters in such a quick scene that it basically became necessary! It definitely has a deeper meaning too, outside of culture-shocking Zelda and Link putting the P in Pirate, so I’m all here for that whole scene!! I could keep yapping about it, because this is definitely one of my favorite scenes, so I’ll cut myself off there!

And I absolutely head canon Link as bi for most games!! I don’t for Skyward Sword, and I’m trying to think, but that might be the only one where I see him straight AF. But I also only see him with Zelda, because I'm a Zelink shipper through and through, so I don’t actually have any other serious ships involving Link! Which you didn’t ask but I’m having too much fun thinking about it now and I’m probably going to keep on thinking hahaha!! But thanks for the ask!!

[jinmukangwrites]

Hi Jin! Since you are looking for some DC hc what's your opinion on Flash? Honestly I like his character and his interaction with other heros, esp. Batman. I like to hc that sometimes Flash says/does something so deep and profound completely accidently but it shocks and touches others and they see him in renewed light. If you don't feel like Flash, what about some grandpa Alfred and his horde of superhero grandkids? xD Just some options for you, have fun and thank you for your amazing writing!

So I... don't reallllly have much experience writing for Flash or the Justice League in general? I based Flash's characterization off from what I remember from watching various cartoons and from pannels I've happened across over the years. I need to read his comics. He's such a dork. Anyway, sorry this took a million years DF, hopefully this is sorta what you were wanting <3

Also if you're wondering when exactly this takes place, just know I am constantly rejecting canon and substituting my own 😤

-o-o-o-o-

When Dick was nine years old, he wanted to join Bruce on a Justice League mission.

Bruce—being the clear-headed, calculative, newly foster father that he was—panicked and said he couldn't go on an official League mission until he was twenty-five years old... which is what Bruce was at the time. When Dick tried to argue back, well, Bruce pulled some strings—meaning he glared at the other League members until they agreed—and made it official.

No one under twenty-five would join an official Justice League mission.

Bruce wishes now he set the bar higher and told the young man to just deal with it. Because Dick is twenty-six now, and that's all Bruce can think about as Batman punches his way through an alien spaceship. Twenty-six, somewhere on this ship where Bruce can't see him with a different team comprising of newer members—not because he's untrained, but because there's no one else Bruce would trust to keep the newer recruits alive.

Meanwhile, Batman and other original powerful members of the League fight their way towards the leader of these attacking aliens. The mothership is large, practically a maze, and filled with soldier creatures with no individual agency to note. They're not an Apokolips level threat, but it would still be preferable to stop them before they enter the solar system.

Batman stops in his tracks, slamming his back against the wall to avoid getting blasted by an enemy soldier around the corner. Then, after a beat, he jumps out and launches a baterang at the attacker and takes them down with a few well placed jabs. There's the sound of something creaking violently somewhere behind him, probably Superman or Wonder Woman deciding doors are too tedious to find and the walls are weak enough for them to just plow through.

Which is why Batman is paired with none other than Flash for the moment. Despite his abilities, he can't go vibrating through walls whenever he finds it quicker to do so. He needs to save his strength; which means he's in the same boat as Batman, finding tedious doorways and navigating winding corridor filled with flashing red lights and steaming pipelines.

There's the sound of a blaster loading up to his right where he didn't notice another soldier hiding in the shadows. He just manages to pull up his cape in an attempt to lessen the damage when there's a blur of red and a flash of yellow lightning, the alien goes flying against the wall with a snap, falling limply to the ground.

"You good, B?" Flash asks, stopping in front of Batman with a grin. His voice is light, a little joking. Batman rolls his eyes. "I mean, it's a good thing I was here, It's not normally me who's doing the saving for destracted teammates."

"Let's move," he replies before moving on.

Behind him, he hears Flash sigh dramatically. "Good talk."

They move further into the ship, the blue glow of a fuzzy, half-detailed map hovering from Batman's wrist computer. Flash is a constant chatter behind him, which only serves to remind Batman further of a certain talkative, pun-slinging acrobat somewhere on the other side of the ship, taking down the ship's main controls.

Then, suddenly, the holographic map glitches violently like an old corrupted silent film as the entire ship jolts. A large boom crashes through the air, creaking pipes and tilting the entire gravitational system, causing Batman and Flash to throw their bodies towards the nearest wall as the ship struggles to realign itself.

Batman keeps his grip firm while Bruce keeps his eyes on the map, his stomach dropping when he sees a flashing red dot appear near the ship's main control room.

Nightwing...

"What was that?!" Flash wheezes as the gravity returns to something similar to what it should be, but it's shaky now, like one wrong move and everything will be sent spinning.

"Something exploded in the control room," Batman growls, pushing all thoughts that don't involve the alien leader and finding said alien leader out of his head.

"'Wing's on the other side," Flash says, his voice suddenly devoid of his constant joking and light tone. "You think they're oka-"

"We need to finish this."

And Batman is moving before Flash can argue. He doesn't say he's sure they're fine, or we should turn back, or let me attempt communications; he just moves forward because the mission is important. The world is important.

Whatever trouble the other's have gotten into... he is positive they can handle it.

Then, just moments later, they run into more trouble. Only this time, it's not just one or two mindless soldiers, but a whole group of them. Immediately, Batman launches himself into battle, cape fluttering behind him like an omen, using the shadows between the flashing lights to his advantage. He can hear the static of a speedster's energy all around him as Flash winds between bolts of enemy fire. Batman pushes his companion to the back of his mind, throwing his fist out into slam the door deformed jaw of an attacker.

The ship jolts again, along with the floor beneath him. He grunts as he's thrown into the wall, the explosion sounding like it came from the same area as before. Everything's sideways now: the ship, the gravity, his train of thought. He just manages to grab at clawing hands as an alien jumps on top of him, snarl in its lips and teeth dripping with drool.

The alien screeches, it's taloned feet digging into the Kevlar over his stomach, practically doing it's damnest to gut him open. Batman growls, his stomach twisting as the ship's gravity tries to fix itself once again, causing Batman and the alien to go rumbling from the wall into the floor. Batman grunts as he crashes through a branch of pipeline, landing harshly on the ground and sucking in a breath as his ribs scream at new bruises.

What is going on over there?!

And he doesn't even have a chance to think more into it, because he realizes he's been laying on the ground, worrying, when he should have noticed the alien finding it's bearings and scrambling forward with a scream to attempt to pin him down again.

He bunches up, preparing himself to defend himself at last moment, before there's Flash, once again, coming in at the perfect time. Flash slams the alien into the wall, it's skull making a terrible thunk noise, before it slides to the ground unconscious.

Batman pushes himself to his feet, his ribs throbbing, and opens his mouth to command they keep going, but Flash—in the blink in an eye—ends up right in front of Batman, his mouth twisted in a rare frown.

"What is wrong with you," Flash demands, grabbing into the clasps of Batman's cape and holding Batman in front of him so he can effective snarl in the other man's face. "I was joking before, about you being destracted, but now I think you actually are."

"I'm not destracted," Batman growls back, moving to shove Flash off of him, but the Flash doesn't back down. He tightens his grasp and glares.

"You are. You're destracted and worried for Nightwing because you're a dad-"

"We have a mission to finish-"

"The mission is a failure if you die, Bruce! I can't watch them be told you've died again!"

Everything goes still, nothing but the flashing lights and creaking pipes exists while Barry clutches the clasps of Bruce's cape and breathes hard. Barry swallows roughly, and then gives Bruce a narrowed look.

"When will you realize that?" He asks, sounding close to hysterical. "That your self preservation is worth more than the world to them?"

And Bruce remembers Wally, and Bart, and Iris, and their plans to have kids and find a better house with a bigger lawn. Bruce takes a deep breath and lets Batman take the backseat.

"What do I do?"

Relief flashes through Barry's face. He lets go of Bruce's cape and a smile twitches in his lips. "Go find him. Check on him. Get yourself un-destracted."

"What about you?" Bruce asks, and Barry shrugs, looking way too relaxed now. Like a weight is off his shoulders. Like he can really run now.

"I'm sure Oli is around here somewhere. I'll meet up with him." Barry looks Bruce right in the eye. "We'll finish the mission, it'll be a done in a flash. Just go make sure your kid is okay first."

And for once, Bruce doesn't groan at the pun or argue the phrase his kid. He just nods and turns back the way he came, his legs pumping, to make sure his kid is okay, which he should have remembered in the first place was always the mission. Always the top priority.

He'll have to thank Barry later... and send Iris some flowers.

[mooswords]

OKAY MOO, I’M CURRENTLY READING UR FIC “Home” AND I’M— THE END OF THE FIRST PART WAS SO BEAUTIFUL. “he always comes home” -> IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL CONTRAST TO THE BEGINNING!!! he gets lost in his OWN fields, and that’s saying something. however, despite that, the reader still being reassured (or as much as she can reassure herself) that he always comes home = he has the red string to BRING HIMSELF BACK TO THE READER = ALWAYS COMING HOME. I’M!!!! and i love the silly banter that opened the story. aLso HIS HESISTATION OVER TELLING THE READER THE JOB HE WAS ASSIGNED... BECAUSE HE WAS WORRIED ABT THE READER.... AKDKSKKSKS. the fact he didn’t accept the offer immediately DESPITE being so in love with the sea and waited for reader’s permission is such a SMALL thing, but when you describe his love for the sea as superior, that action shows he loves the reader even more and i just- SLKDKAKDKSK. i might be over-reading and i apologise if i do bUT DO COMMENT ON IT THANK U!! 🤩💜 - ava

u sent me these eons ago and i promise i wasnt ignoring you ive just been working like 10 hour days and i am Exhausted 😭😭 but all of these messages legitamately give me life, i am so incredibly grateful! <3 im so so glad you enjoyed this fic!! and you are NOT OVERREADING I LOVE TO SEE YOUR INSIGHTS!!!! it makes me fall back in love with the fic all over again! <3 

i am SO glad that him always coming home comes through! because it gets kinda dire in the middle of the fic so i wanted there to be that hope at the back of your mind that knew he always came home. but i wanted you to be stressed about it still so :) and silly banter is my favourite part of writing this guy, i had so much fun with it alskdf.

and ok i love u, you got everything i was trying to do there <33 like i was struggling to find the balance between her reluctance and supportiveness. thats a fun (and tricky) thing about established relationship fics i find... theres that depth of understanding that can make the interactions more interesting, but so much of it is unspoken. it was a good challenge! so its so GOOD to hear that it vibes right hehe

THE WAY KUROO PLAYS WITH THE STRING!!! THAT WAS SUCH A FOND MOMENT OMG AKDKSKDK. and it’s so interesting that it appeared before kuroo even left 👀👀👀

she already missed him 🥺🥺 i originally had him tug on her hair and then i went!!! wait!!!! we can do better than that!!!!!!!!

READER IS LOST WITHOUT KUROOO!!!! AKDKSKSK and i also love the little addition where despite it being a POUT, she holds it close to her heart. with the context of their banters + that little scene, it just shows me how much each appreciate every ounce of the other party which makes me SO SO SO SOFT AKDJSKDKSK. and then hitting me with the scene where reader is eating a meal alone??? a punch in the gut. when she realised she’s alone I TOO remembered that kuroo is gone and that softness established in the previous scene is sUCKED OUT—ASKDKSKSKSK. 

im just a little obsessed with the little things and gestures that make u fall in love with someone? like the specific way my friend twirls her pen while were in lectures, or how my dad has that one little smile when hes amused himself with his own joke... and for that to be a last lifeline for her to hold on to before he leaves :’))) I JUST LOVE EST RELATIONSHIP FICS OK?!

hehehe yes im sorry about that puch to the gut oops 😇 that was a scene i had super clear in my head before i started - the bright, bright string against the relative drab of the table and room.

i’m at the part where reader gets lost and let me tell u, the fact they have a WAY to communicate via string pulling alone is SO ENDEARING and just subtly hints they have been at this whole red string thing for AGES (or at least enough to form such an understanding). that’s ADORABLE and really strengthens the bonds they have together 

yessssssssssss as soon as i thought of this idea i knew it had to be an established relationship. i have it in my brain they have been married maybe 2-3 years?? i am such a sucker for unspoken understanding relationships :’)

“You push hurriedly through the crowd, ducking between market stalls and wagons. There’s no string to follow, but you don’t need it to find him today.” THIS SENTENCE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL in the context of the entire story. and what a perfect way to describe/show the reader that it’s THE DAY. MOO, you’re really serving such great kuroo x reader stories please continue AHHAHA

this entire fic was so self indulgent please dshlfkljadsb but im glad u like this line!! i tend to try visualise the scene like a movie first? and then write it, and this was also one of the first scenes that was super clear in my brain :D

402 DAYS!!!! I SEE WHAT U DID THERE 👀👀 also, is this is a little hint to how u had to wait until the end to see timeskip kuroo? HAHAHA that wld be adorable

WAIT YO THATS CLEVER? I DIDT EVEN- ava when i say that is a COMPLETE coincidence... i literally just picked a number that was longer than 365 days... breaking news i am a secret genius JKBDSCN

i also really liked the “in-between”: of reader’s life without kuroo. u can really see how integrated they are to each other’s lifestyle, and not only that, the scene where reader handles a twin’s birth (to me) strengthens how they’re reallllly soulmates. there is a low chance that kuroo knew reader was in a desperate situation, yet he pulled on the string at the time reader needed it. it’s just—telapathy but not really + soulmate system = SOULMATES. do i make sense? and i really love the details, like how we can trace back kuroo’s scar to a moment of reader’s life in the fic. putting it at the end sort of makes me reflect on their situations that happened simultaneously yet not really. it sort of fills me in with this,,, space. that the earth is so wide. i understand deeper what reader means by “oh he’s going to be gone for so long”. it’s just. wow. the earth is so big yk.

YES YOU MAKE TOTAL SENSE!!! it's such a lovey way of looking at it :') can they communicate and understand eachother like this cuz theyre soulmates? or just because they love each other and have learnt the other inside out?? hhnn this is why i love soulmate aus, theres so much to pull apart!!!

and ok yes on the topic of how big the earth is... im so glad u mentioned this, its my favourite part because (not to get like... super sappy or anything) i was writing this through the toughest stages of our second lockdown. our restrictions got to the point we werent allowed further than 5km from out homes, so writing about freedom and big spaces and exploration of far off places was such a nice escape for me :’) this fic has ended up very close to my heart. (plus i was reading @/w-yuren’s hq0819 series at the time so i had travel and adventure on the brain hehe) 

THE ENDING.... THE ENDING.... THE WAY KUROO ASKED READER TO KI** HIM—IT’S LIKE THE KUROO IN MY HEAD YESSSSS. Gosh, this line too “when he kisses you he tastes like the sea; like salt-spray and dry rations and freedom.” may i have a director’s cut abt it :3 AND AKDJSKSK. i really love how the string appeared even tho they were together (the scene before kuroo docked on the ship) and once again, they are together, but none of them are lost because they r together-together. do i make sense? am i overreading things??? again, i have to comment on the banter. it’s simply amazing. kuroo’s replies are so,, KUROO, and they are filled with such FONDNESS I’M SO AKDKSKSK.

IM SO GLAD HE VIBES THANK U I THINK THE FONDNESS IS MY BIAS SHOWING BUT SHHHHH ;P you have picked one of my favourite lines out heheh it was one that just flowed out and wasnt one i particularly had to think about which is always nice. but i think it is a combo of me trying to be fancy lol and me being a huge fan of fantasy-books-set-on-ships. think like explorers or pirates, some rag tag bunch who have to set off on some quest and come back with some of that wildness imbued in their very being... yeah this line was definitely born from me Yearning i think :P

ooo do you mean the wedding scene? that was me trying to hit the ‘feeling lost in a crowd’ idea. you know when youre surrounded by people and joy and laughter and you just feel very small and disconnected? that.

ALSO READER’S DYANAMICS WITH KARASUNO CHARACTERS IS ADORABLE AKDKSKSKK. the festival scene was such a breather and it was adorable to see her interact with those characters. it feels like a snapshot in her life i simply adore that :3

ahh yea! i wanted her to have a life, you know? shes not the type to mope around, like life goes on. that doesnt mean she doesnt miss him oof but theres a whole community around to support her too!! and im very fond of takeda in this scene :’) he takes care of his crows <3

I RAMBLED SO BAD BUT THANK U AGAIN LOVELY I CANT EXPLAIN HOW AMAZING THESE ARE TO RECIEVE <3  

[wcoastboy]

the feeling of disgust

I’m not sure if I talked about this here but this is something that’s been going on for a while. I think the first time I felt it intensely was in 2014. It usually feels like a nostalgia, not by a time long gone that I have lived, but by a time and a life I never have. I don’t mean that nostalgia that I feel when I see ancient ruins and I wonder and wander how was the hedonious pagan life, and it is also different when I fantasize about medieval europe or glamourize the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s and else. this nostalgia I am talking about is accompanied by a melancholic feeling, and sometimes it is even bucolic as well, as I usually associate it with the countryside and with summer. it is also followed by a deep, intense feeling of rejection, not belonging, not being a part of something, not beinig welcomed, not seen as an equal, not desired, backstabbed, not enough. 

I am not very aware of where this comes exaclty, I am really not sure, sometimes I theorize if I never felt so much cared for by my father, if my sexuality’s journey made me feel excluded, or if my mixed background had to do with it. regardless, today it also involves the perception of men about me. 

this has been a long going issue for me and to be honest is excrutiating to write it down, I am not even sure if I have the grammatical skills and vocabulary to translate my feelings into words. but I can recall several instances in which I felt this feeling of disgust. even within my bestfriends, because sometimes I wouldn’t go out with them as much, and I remember that since I was a kid. sometimes amongst muslim acquaintaces I would feel like an outsider, as I am a roman catholic, but among roman catholics, I would feel like an outsider, as I part of my family is not catholic. amongst groups of european descent I feel like an outsider, as only part of my family immigrated from europe, but I would not necessarily belong with the latin kids either, or the lebanese ones. I would not be able to relate to the lower middle class kids, as I never experienced their struggle, but I could not fully understand the wealthy kids either. I was never friends with guys because they were not sensitive enough to undertsand me, but I always felt a bit left out with the girls because there was always a moment that “you wouldn’t understand” (which I wouldn’t, as I am not a woman). 

with the popular kids I would feel like an outsider, as I was not as popular as them, and with the normal kids, I would feel like an outsider, as I was more popular than them. with atheists I would not feel comfortable, as I am very absorbed into the divine and mysticism, but with religious people I will not feel comfortable either. I cannot relate to people that do not fall under beauty standards, but I cannot have the priviledge of people that do. I am too masculine, traditional, mongamous for some, I am too feminine, lustful, modern for others. It is never here, it is never there, it seems always in between. its quite lonely sometimes. and, regarding what triggered this feeling this time....well, thats quite another paragraph. 

so I met a guy.................................does it always have to start like that? lord. anyways, similar shiny qualities I adore; handsome, tall, slender, stylish, smart, etc. we discussed a more friends with benefits sorta arrangement, but within two days of me talking to him he starts saying things like “your lashes are making me fall for you,” which I felt a bit uncomfortable because it was toooo soon. and when he came to my apartment he insisted that even if I was not looking for romanticism at the moment, that he would still try to win my heart or some (what appears to be) bullshit like that. I did not get any of my hopes up, I was (am?) truly not interested. (plus, I can see the type of men he is interested in; fit, tall, older, and I am not so much the style). but I am a *cancer* for god’s sake, of course having a pretty boy telling me such things will get me intrigued?? but few days after he seems pretty cold (whereas im just the same), and etc. maybe im not the shiny new thing anymore but still, makes me wonder. the thing that gets me sad is: he stalks me and starts following a buch of other gay men in my account that he had no knowledge of prior to meeting me (????) and I *despise* it when gay men do that, because they do it so, so oftenly it sickens me. 

*this* reallllly triggers my feeling of disgust, how could someone possibly begin something, start liking someone etc, try to build any sort of romantic relationship with the idea that “well in case this does not work out at least I have these new guys I could hook up with” ?????? does n o t make sense. nevertheless, I dont mind about the guy itself as much, its the banality of this action that bothers me, the constant obsession with instant gratification amongst cis gay male is beyond. this put other things into perspective tho, it triggers my feelings that I dont belong in my own community, or that - because many of them come with this “Im falling for you” discourse - they do not see me as equals, perhaps if I was fitter or more popular, but for them, they can **** whoever they want and then I could be waiting for a fairytale (which I do, not from them). and then this also triggered the fact that he is richer, fitter, and freer than me and we are both the same age, and I feel like I do not feel for him as much as I feel for the feeling of not belonging, of being rejected, because “well, just in case, I am already following someone prettier anyways.” and it is disgusting because he - albeit being colder - is still telling me things about how he wants to conquer my heart?????????????? girl bye. 

situations like this create a very strong feeling of digust from me, not the “ewww” disgust, the “oh this attitude sickens me,” and it makes me increasingly distrustful of the gays... regardless, I do know that a lot of this is within me, because as soon as they are colder my mind goes to that place where I can see all of them hanging out without me, pool partying without me, because anyways I am not seen as their equal. a behavior that emulate similar feelings in mass, in academia, in brazil, in my friend group, within my family. its almost as though I immideately, unvoluntarily, (and sometimes irrevocably) take myself out of a situation, in which I was inserted in, and I start watching it from above, I aqcuire and oberver role, a narrator, and I am suddenly not a protagonist anymore, and perhaps I just thought I was. this specific thing that happens in my mind is beyond painful for me.

this constant transit between the east and west, feminine and masculine, pride and shyness, lustfulness and virtuousness, the high and low, the above and the below, it reaps me apart in a dichotomy I have little control over. at the same time, it is this dichotomy who has given me so much, it is what makes me so unique, different, it is part of my idenitity to the core and I am proud of it, so many times people look at me in awe when they learn of my background and comment things like “thats why you’re so beautiful” or “you’ve got the beauty of many places,” and beauty is a common theme in this website..its something that brings me so much joy, but at the same time I can fit in a little in many places, its appears I can never fit wholy anywhere. 

[aalissy]

A Much Needed Conversation

I just reallllly needed some fluff after Chat Blanc, okay? My heart hurts for these two idiots haha. I hope you enjoy this lil reveal fic of mine though! Lemme know what you think pleaseeee!

AO3

Summary: When Ladybug asks Chat to stop flirting with Ryuko, identities are revealed and hearts are saved.

“Chat, I-um, can we talk?” Ladybug frowned over at him as soon as he landed on their usual patrol spot at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

“Of course Ladybug, what’s up?” Chat Noir blinked at her serious expression confusedly. The superheroine paused, taking in a deep breath before grabbing his arm and sitting the two of them down near the edge. She nibbled on her lip anxiously as she stared into the green eyes of her partner. His head tilted to the side in concern as he watched her internally debate with herself, “Are you alright?”

“I need you to stop flirting with Ryuko,” Ladybug blurted out, her words spilling together in her rush to get the sentence out.

Once again he blinked at her in confusion, “Um what?”

“Sorry,” the superheroine smiled shyly before taking in another deep breath, repeating herself much slower, “I need you to stop flirting with Ryuko.”

A sly smirk spread across Chat’s face as he leered at her, “Why? You jealous LB?”

A bubbly laugh escaped her before she could stop it, one of her hands waving in the air as though to wave his words away, “Sorry Chaton, but no. I haven’t fallen for your tomfoolery yet,” her bright, bluebell eyes twinkled at him mischievously.

He leaned away from her then, curiosity twinkling within his own eyes, “Then why...?” he trailed off.

Ladybug looked away from him then, and Chat would have sworn that her eyes got slightly misty as she stared off into the streets of Paris below. She clutched her knees to her chest as an almost longing sigh escaped her, “Well... her civilian self is dating someone.”

A light blush spread across his cheeks from her words, “O-oh is she?”

Is she talking about me? Or, well, Adrien?

As though realizing what she said, Ladybug whipped back around to look at her partner, panic clearly etched across her face, “N-not that I think she would cheat or anything! I just don’t want you to get the wrong impression! A-and I definitely don’t want her boyfriend getting the wrong impression because he deserves better than that! He deserves so much better than that,” she finished with a quiet whisper.

Chat’s eyes widened as her mini-rant came to an end, “Wow, it sounds like you really care for this boy,” one of his hands came up to rest on her shoulder gently.

“Of course I do... h-he’s absolutely amazing,” her eyes drifted away from him once again to stare back at the Parisian landscape. Once again she sighed almost longingly, causing him to flush a deep, rosy red. A small sniffle escaped her and his eyes snapped back to her as she spoke softly, “I just want him to be happy, and if it can’t be with me, well...” Ladybug shrugged before standing up.

Chat practically scrambled up after her, his foot catching in his tail slightly before he stood up properly, his green eyes searching her blue ones frantically, “W-what do you mean if it can’t be with you?”

“Oh it doesn’t matter Chaton,” she waved his words away, “As long as you know now that she’s dating someone, I trust you. Suppose we had better get started with patrol now, huh?”

Just as she was about to throw her yo-yo across to another building, Chat latched onto her wrist gently. Ladybug turned around, looking up at him curiously as he continued to stare down at her imploringly, “Wh-what did you mean by that?” his words came out in a voice that was barely louder than a whisper.

“I told you Chat, it’s nothing,” she blinked at him, “Why do you care so much?”

“Ladybug this could mean absolutely everything,” the superhero practically pleaded with her, “Please just tell me what you meant.”

His partner cleared her throat nervously, shuffling her feet slightly on the cold metal. Her gaze drifted downwards before she murmured, “I may have had a small crush on her boyfriend before they got together. He’s actually the boy I’ve been in love with all this time. It’s um, not a big deal or anything though,” she took a deep breath before lifting her head up, puffing her chest out, “I’m doing my best to get over him so like I said it doesn’t matter.”

“Why?” Chat couldn’t stop himself from blurting the question out, his grip tightening imperceptibly on her wrist.

“Why am I trying to get over someone that’s in a relationship?” a small smile tugged at her lips, though her eyes betrayed that expression, remaining a dull blue instead of twinkling up at him as they usually did.

“No, no, I mean-” he shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts, his heart beating wildly in his chest, “What if I told you they weren’t in a relationship.”

Ladybug’s eyes widened in what almost seemed like hope before they dimmed. A bitter chuckle escaped her before she shook her head, gazing away from him, “No, they definitely are. I practically ensured that,” she muttered the last part, scuffing her foot on the cold metal below them as she stared down at the ground.

“What do you mean ensured it,” Chat’s brow furrowed as he stared down at her in confusion.

“Believe it or not, he actually asked me for help with setting them up,” the superheroine’s head tilted upwards to look him in the eye as she shrugged, “And I know Kagami’s always been interested in him so there’s no way they aren’t together.”

It... It can’t be. I would never be that lucky.

He winced slightly, trying to shake off the hope that thought inspired, his heart clenching tightly in his chest. Had he really asked the love of his life for relationship advice? That didn’t have to do with her? God, he really was screwed. There’s no way she could ever love him now. 

“I-you-wuh, huh?” Chat stuttered and stammered, searching her face in an attempt to recognize her.

Ladybug giggled softly as a real smile lit up her cheeks, her eyes brightening, “Cat got your tongue there, kitty.”

His brow furrowed even lower as he stared down at her, “I just don’t understand. If you loved him, why would you let him go?”

“Because I want him to be happy,” she grinned softly before sitting down, patting the space next to her, “And I want her to be happy. So if them sharing André’s ice cream together makes them both happy, who am I to stand in their way?”

Chat’s mouth dropped open in shock before he sat down next to her, looking at her with awe and utter adoration, “Wow. How are you this amazing?” he breathed out.

Ladybug’s blue eyes blinked over at him in surprise for a moment before she blushed, “I’m definitely not amazing. I still struggle a lot with jealousy. I even stole Ryuko away from him when they were sharing André’s ice cream because I was jealous. I didn’t want them to kiss,” she sniffled, hugging her knees to her chest almost protectively.

“You saw that?” he flushed a dark red, clenching his eyes shut tightly for a moment.

“Saw it? I practically caused it,” the superheroine let out a derisive laugh, “And then I still couldn’t let them be happy. God, what is wrong with me?”

Nothing, nothing is wrong with you LB. Please believe me, Chat thought to himself desperately.

“Caused it, I-what do you mean?”

Ladybug shook her head furiously, ducking her face onto her knees as she muttered, “It could have been me. I could have shared that ice cream with him. But they were standing there, staring at me with such joy that I just-I just couldn’t,” she growled, pushing up from the ground as she pulled on one of her pigtails.

Chat stood up cautiously, placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. His eyes roamed over her face, trying to reconcile her face with the face of the girl that he knew. The girl that he had been trying to deny having feelings for since the moment they met. The girl he had always assumed only thought of him as a friend.

It is. It has to be.

His arms came up to wrap her into a large hug which she sank into graciously. He nuzzled his face into her hair before breathing in the warm scent of cookies and cinnamon. Chat’s grip tightened around her as he felt her do the same, “It’s alright, LB. It’s okay for you to get jealous. Besides, I purromise you that Adrien isn’t dating anyone yet.”

At that, he was shoved aside, stumbling away from Ladybug who was staring at him with pure fury, “I never said she was dating Adrien.”

Uh-oh. How can I fix this? He gulped quietly to himself.

“I-I didn’t say Adrien,” he backed up slowly as Ladybug continued to advance on him with narrowing eyes, “I said um... librarian. Yep, that’s right she isn’t dating any librarians, that’s for sure,” Chat chuckled nervously.

“You knew,” she poked his chest forcefully, “You knew this whole time that Kagami was dating someone and you didn’t care?! I mean, I knew you knew Ryuko’s name was Kagami but I didn’t think you had realized who exactly she was. What is wrong with you?! Flirting with a girl when you know she has a boyfriend!”

“That’s just it,” he held his hands up in surrender as she poked him once again, “I knew they weren’t dating yet so I didn’t see any harm with flirting.”

“Oh please Chat,” Ladybug rolled her eyes, “Anyone with eyes can see that Kagami and Adrien are dating. Even if you didn’t witness it first-hand like I did, everyone’s known for a while now.”

Chat grasped her hands gently within his own when one of her fingers came up to poke him in the chest once again, “I can assure you that they aren’t.”

She snorted, “Oh yeah. How are you going to do that?”

“Because Marinette, I’m right here.”

Ladybug jerked her hand out of his grasp, stumbling away, “H-how did you-? Oh my god, I gave too much away didn’t I.”

It is her, he thought to himself as a look of awe settled within his eyes.

She buried her face within her hands, sniffling quietly before he rushed over to her, lifting her face up so that he could look into her beautiful blue eyes, “No, no you didn’t bugaboo. No one else would have been able to figure you out if they hadn’t also experienced exactly what you just described.” 

“Oh my god, André? You look so different in the suit,” her brow furrowed in disbelief.

Chat couldn’t stop the laughter from rising up from within his chest if he had tried, “We really have been idiots this whole time, haven’t we?” shaking his head to stop his loud snickers, he looked down at her with a gentle smile, “I’m not André.”

“Then who else?” Ladybug’s eyes widened as her mouth dropped open in shock, “No... no, you can’t be. A-Adrien?”

He bowed to her with a flourish, “At your service m’lady.”

 Her face transformed into a look of horror as she pulled harshly on her pigtails, “Of course you’ve been flirting with Ryuko. What boyfriend wouldn’t flirt with their girlfriend?! Oh god, I’m so stupid. I just lectured you about not flirting with your own girlfriend!”

“What? Marinette, haven’t you heard anything I’ve said to you. I’m not dating Kagami. I just couldn’t... Not when I’ve been waiting for you,” Chat reached forward to grab one of her hands and squeezed it gently.

“I, you, wuh, huh, me?” Ladybug’s bluebell eyes widened considerably beneath her mask as her cheeks turned a faint, rosy color.

“Yes, you,” he chuckled as he placed one of his hands on her cheek, “I just couldn’t change targets even if I wanted too.”

“Are you serious?” she whispered, her eyes searching his for any hint of doubt.

Chat merely nodded before rubbing the back of his neck anxiously, “And, well, to be honest, Marinette, I’ve always sort of had a crush on you. I just thought that you only saw me as a friend so I pushed those feelings away.”

A light gasp escaped her before her lips were on his, kissing him passionately. He was stunned, frozen stiff until she pulled back, gazing down at the ground with a deep, red blush on her cheeks, “I-I’m so sorry. It’s just your words... I thought that you, mmrph-”

Chat cut her off by smashing his lips into hers. He poured all of the love and adoration that he held for her into this one kiss, determined that they would both remember this one. Ladybug’s hands ran through his hair as he clutched her desperately to himself, deepening their kiss. When he pulled back for air, he rested his head on hers, his eyes fluttering closed as he held onto her tightly, “I love you, Marinette.”

She gasped again before burying her face into his chest, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that to me, Adrien. I-I love you more than you could ever know.”

A feeling of immense joy welled up in Chat’s chest at her words and he pulled her head up for another kiss. When he reluctantly pulled back for air, he smiled, “And you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you. Is it alright if I walk you home?” he asked, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

“You had better,” Ladybug giggled, “Though I think we were supposed to patrol today.”

“I think Paris will be alright for one night, Ladybug.”

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Thirty-Two: Gateway ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Divine Light ] [ AO3 Link ]

Well...this isn’t how he planned this journey to go, if he’s going to be honest with himself. When Itachi approached him with a plan to make a mountain of gold with what would likely be only average effort...well, he wasn’t about to say no. Sasuke isn’t a greedy young man, but he is a bit desperate. Their family, fallen from grace when he was a boy when their homeland was conquered, are only shadows of their former glory and influence. If they could just get some of their money back...then surely the Uchiha name would have a fighting chance!

But that means earning it. Their new ruling class aren’t too fond of those able to wield the elements...and that’s made things hard. So a job like that Itachi had described - rescuing a kidnapped princess from the clutches of her personal hand mage gone rogue - seemed the perfect opportunity. Their magic would put them on good footing. Add in that it would be two on one, and...surely they couldn’t fail.

Plans, however, have a way of...changing.

Because while they did indeed find the missing princess they’ve been looking for...there’s a slight problem. For Hinata, daughter of the king Hiashi of the line Hyūga, was not kidnapped. Or so she claims, backed up by the woman painted as the guilty party. Oh no...the tale was indeed far more complicated than that.

What Itachi had been told was that a woman - a mage and bequeathed to the princess when they were both only children - had stolen the princess away as a means of leverage for her escape. A citizen of a conquered land, she had been treated as an object, gifted to Hinata as a servant and plaything. The story went that her hatred had grown silently, never shown, until she stole the princess away to ensure her safety until reaching the border.

But...that’s not the truth, or so Hinata claims.

Itachi had held up a hand upon her rather blunt declaration of the true reason behind their being missing. “...your father was going to have you killed…?”

The princes gave a grave nod. “...several weeks ago...he discovered a truth I’d been hiding from him for quite some time. My mother - his first wife - was n-not what she seemed. She was a mage, but kept it hidden from all. My powers woke when I was young, and it was my handmaid who helped me hide it, and helped to teach me.”

The brothers’ eyes had gone wide, exchanging a knowing glance.

Hinata’s eyes dropped somberly to the floor. “...I knew he’d be furious should he ever discover it, but also that - eventually - it would slip. And when it did, he f-flew into a rage. Forbade me from ever using it, and began seeking ways to strip a mage of their powers. It was then we began to plot an escape. But just as we were preparing, my father revealed his own plan: a coverup. He would have me killed, and place the blame on my handmaid: spin a tale of hate and jealousy when in fact...she’s my closest friend.”

“...so when you escaped, he altered the tale…”

“Yes. We’re fleeing for the northern border - the lands Hiashi lost in the last war, and my previous homeland,” the maiden mage then offered, stepping up. “We plan to find asylum there. If we do, Hinata will be safe...and I can try to find the remnants of my people. We just have to evade those like you seeking to take Hinata back. If they were to succeed...I can guarantee she’d be dead within a fortnight.”

Itachi hummed in thought, a hand at his chin. “...might I make a suggestion?”

The women exchanged a look, and then warily nodded.

“First, let me ask: have you any coin? Surely you need it to make such a journey. But I can’t imagine you were able to raid Hiashi’s coffers before you fled.”

At that, Hinata gave a hint of a smile. “...I have my inheritance.”

“What, on you?” Sasuke asked skeptically.

“In a manner of speaking, but...for safety, I can’t really tell you.”

“I see...forgive my brother, he often speaks before thinking,” the elder then apologized, tone hinting at Sasuke to curb his tongue with a glance. “Then perhaps we could make a bit of a deal…?”

“What kind of deal…?”

“Well, when we began this quest, we sought to earn gold for our family by returning you ladies to the king. But now, we can hardly do so and keep our consciences happy. So what if we were to turn our intentions on their heads?”

“...meaning?” the handmaid asked.

“Rather than capture you...we could escort you. We know these lands well, and we are both adept in magic like yourselves. With which we could guide you through the safest routes, and help protect you...respectively.”

While the princess looked hopeful, her handmaid held out a bracing hand. “...why should we trust you?”

“I realize you have little more than our word to go on, but...in a sense, we know your struggle, ma’am. Our family was also assimilated unwillingly when we were conquered. It’s for them we work to refill our own coffers. In truth, we’ve little love for Hiashi...as mages, he sees us as lesser and tainted. By helping you, we could kill two birds with a single stone. Perhaps earn some coin, and also deliver a bit of a blow to the man who reduced our family to ruin.”

“...so you’re loyal not to Hiashi, but to yourselves...and your family.”

“And - out of necessity - coin. Should you agree to part with a small sum of the princess’ treasury, we’ll gladly lend you our aid.”

“And if someone were to offer you more to harm us?”

Itachi gave a wry smile. “Well...you also happen to have the advantage of being an enemy of our enemy. It will take more than that, I assure you.”

“...I think we should go with them,” Hinata had murmured, earning an uncertain glance from her companion.

“But, my lady…?”

“They’re right. We need help. And we have a common enemy.” There had been a small flicker of an emotion across her face at the word none of them could identify. “As far as I can s-see...we’ll all help one another. And it’s safer to travel together. Please…”

The mage sighed heavily. “...as you wish. But your safety is still my utmost priority, my lady.”

“I know.”

It was then, after a few more haggles over details, that the group of four had left the strange cave and took to the road. With only two horses between them, they maintained a slower pace to the next town. The mage had saddled up with Itachi, and Sasuke was stuck with the princess.

Thankfully, she hasn’t said much, just sitting behind him with a careful grip around his middle for balance. Sasuke’s never been too keen on women. Needless to say...he’s a bit unsteady.

“May I ask...which war saw you become citizens of my father’s nation…?”

“...it was when I was fairly small,” he manages to reply, tone a little terse with exasperation at the small talk. “Maybe five or so.”

“I see...the same, then, that I was given my handmaid. Only for the north to be conquered instead by the Namikaze king a few years later.”

“...that’s where we’re headed, eh?”

“Yes. We hope to find safety there.”

“What would they want with a princess no longer tied to a kingdom?”

“Their king and ours have a-always been at odds. My father’s loss to him left him embittered, and there’s been a long-standing stalemate between them. But unlike here...mages are free to live as they please in the north. It would be a personal blow if they played a hand in t-thwarting my father’s attempts to be rid of me. And even if no longer a princess by rite, I still carry royal blood.”

“Hn...never been one much for politics.”

That earns a soft laugh. “Nor have I. In all honesty...I’m glad to be rid of my title. It’s better suited to my sister.”

“...so, she’s a half-sister, then?”

“Yes...my mother died when I was four or so. Father then remarried, and soon had Hanabi. And after all of this, I wonder…”

“...what?”

“...if her death was planned as mine was. If Father remarried and had another child for fear that I would be like her…”

In spite of himself, Sasuke balks a bit in surprise. “...would he…?”

“...I can no longer assume he wouldn’t.”

Unsure what else to say, Sasuke instead looks up as they pass beneath an arch that houses a gateway into their next destination. The women need horses if they’re to make any decent pace. “...well, we’re here. My brother and I will buy the mounts. You two stay out of sight, and do your best to disguise yourselves. Speak to no one, and try not to leave the inn.”

“...right.”

With two rooms rented for the night, they settle the pair in before leaving for the livery.

“We’ll bring a meal with us,” Itachi promises. “Just be patient, if you would.”

“Thank you.”

Glancing to Hinata, Sasuke hesitates a moment. “...keep yourself safe until we get back.”

“...I will.”

                                                         .oOo.

     (This is a sequel to day 321!)       I'm super tired sooo I'll be brief!      More of the old RP-turned-fic...thing. Kinda. I dunno how to describe it xD Fantasy stuff! Mages! Not-so-kidnapped princesses! Evil kings! All we need are some dragons and our checklist will be complete, right?      I dunno if I'll do more of this - I'm...unsure about a lot lately given just how DRAINING and busy life has been (and will be) for...a while. So forgive me with how much I'm falling behind, I just CANNOT keep up. But as always, I WILL FINISH THIS. It's just gonna stretch past.      ALSO! Since we ARE nearing the end, please PLEASE let me know somehow - be it comments here, messages on Tumblr, etc. - your top pick(s) for ideas from this challenge you'd like to see given more chapters! I AM going to take a fairly big break after this challenge cuz OOF, but I DO want to do some short multichap fics once I'm recuperated, so...if you have a favorite, let me know, and I'll see if I can do more with it!      Anyway, I reallllly need to sleep, so I'll leave it at that - thanks for reading!

[starlightsruby]

MASTERPOST OF FUSIONS (PART 1)

Ohh my god so yesterday I went on a drawing spree to not only do full body designs (and some edits) to fusions ive already created, but also managed to make three new ones!  I’ll be making more fusions in the future for sure but for now i thought id post all the ones i have with a lil description for all of them in order under the post:

Taglist:  @notveryglittery @quantumducky @ajdraws0430 @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @spacedouterri @warnadudenexttime @sanders-sides-rebloger@emospacegeekvirgil @colorfulcollectordragon-2f8ee55c   @theultimatemomfriend(message me if you wanna be apart of the list)

Logill (logan/virgil)- Logill is sorta the frantically nervous type who will check his car 10 times over because oh my god the statistics of me leaving something in that car is way too high- With Virgil’s frantic energy and Logan’s expansive knowledge on everything he tends to be someone who walks (if not hugs) the safe side. He also acts as a mum friend in the kind thats like please wrap up when you go out because the temperature could very well go to- (and proceeds to then pull up a weather report telling you what time it will get cold ect) if hes not a worry wart hes sassy and snarky as hell. Likes to be called Gill.

Detcon (deceit/patton) stealing this from the original post here-  I went with the idea that since patton hides his sadness with jokes and smiles, then this fusion is basically the idea of lying to yourself that nothing is wrong and blocking out the world to live in your own fantasy. The two pupils means that both sides are always aware of whats going on, which ever however is the bigger one is the one your talking to/is in control. the sleeves are now arms and can speak, they act as deceits way of making sure that all that Patton hears is nothing but positive words and will even cover his ears to censor anything that decit doesn’t want Patton to hear. While patton might be the one your always talking to upfront, decit is ALWAYS monitoring what your saying to him and when he needs to step in.

Rotom (roman/patton) yes i did base their names off the legendary pokemon rotom, i couldn't pass the joke afnbkjasfn. Rotom is a very energetic fellow, loves to give people bear crushing hugs and in a good summary is the one who screams parkour and jumps from a table onto the sofa crashing into everything. He is so bubbly and excited and is eager to do any challenge. He’s also super compassionate and loves to show affection to others making sure they’re always ok- even if he gives them a heart attack by backflipping off of something dangerous-

Rocetton (roman/deceit/patton) this chaotic fusion hoof. they are sort of simular to detcon with the idea of protecting themselves but sort of the idea with them is, instead of taking something by force because they need it to survive or to keep safe, they just do it because they can. The thing with Rocetton that makes them so chaotic is that you have two sides who are clearly impulsive and the only one who is the ‘sane man’ of the trio reallllly has some backward morals. So you’re going to get quite a handful of this fusion. They might be happy and all expressive but they will get m a d if you do anything to stop their fun. They fuse mainly for themselves as a comfort and while for them they feel safe and looked after for, for everyone else its a real struggle to keep on par with them. 

Virton (virgil/patton) this cutie is someone who keeps to himself and bundles himself in blankets to feel safe. While they speak softly and politely to everyone around them, the monster mouth on their neck is the one that is more cautious of strangers and will respond negatively. Virton takes a while to trust people but when he does he will cling to you like a koala and love you to peices. 

Virmon (roman/virgil) copying again from the original post-  Virmon is a fusion between roman and virgil but with virgils personality being more dominant out of the two. Mainly inspired by ouran host club with the whole ‘lonely prince’ act tamaki had to do.Virmon is still a dramatic boi but a bit more guarded, He has a presence to him that screams i am in control dont mess with me. However if he gets close to someone he shows his more bratty/i need attention side (virmon: i-its not because i want your attention baka *kicks leggy up in the air) He doesnt like being around too many people but is a great actor so you’ll never see his nervousness. Also he has two hands on both wrists, most of the time the two hands are always entwined as both roman and virgil use it as a comfort that the other one is there. 

Creviet (roman/deceit) OHO this boi is also a handful, but more that creveit acts like a child, he loves to have the attention on him. He loves to dress up and put on a show for others, he also loves to show his affection to others like rotom (especially to patton) the cutie has self esteem issues however and can feel nervous if people are bored of him or dont want to be around him. He can sulk and throw fits at times but he generally means well and just wants to be loved. Also he’s got so much energy in him that everyone else tire out trying to keep up with his pace. He can be a bit bratty at times and be too much but a kiss to the cheek or a pat to the head can calm him down, even if for a few seconds before jumping back up like nothing happened.

[nellie-elizabeth]

The Walking Dead: What Comes After (9x05)

Oh boy. That happened.

Cons:

I'm not necessarily complaining about the content of Rick's hallucinations. Obviously it was sweet to see him talk with Shane, Hershel, Sasha... that's all great. But there are two problems. One, why those people? Was it just about who they could get to come and film in the episode? Why Shane, and not Lori? Why Sasha, and not Glenn? Why no Carl? It just felt odd that we'd get these little moments, and they weren't necessarily the the ones that you would think would be Rick's most meaningful relationships. The second problem is... it's predictable. We all knew this was Rick's last episode, and while I'm pleased with the twist they did on that, we still fall back on the predictable aspect of having Rick remember his past and slowly come to terms with his demise. Like I said last week, it would be nice if we could have something shocking every once in a while.

Specifically, I question the moment with Sasha. I don't really recall Sasha and Rick being all that close? It felt odd that she'd pop up to be his... spirit guide? Or whatever? Of all the little hallucination moments, that one just didn't feel appropriate or earned to me.

Another thing that's not necessarily a huge problem, but that I've got my eye on: I'm reallllly not sure I'm going to be in to this whole Judith as a young bad-ass routine. It's going to be a hard sell for me to care about her, after so many seasons of basically ignoring this poor kid. Time jumps are a big risk, and while I would say that this show definitely needs some reinvigorating, I'm not convinced this is the way to go about it. Especially since they've given us an influx of random characters there at the end, and I don't really need to learn about a bunch of random new faces at this juncture. We have enough going on with the large ensemble cast that I barely care about. We don't need more.

Pros:

But I have to admit... this was a much better episode than I was expecting to get. Let's start with everything else, and turn to Rick last.

We see Maggie finally get what she has been wanting - an opportunity to be alone in a room with Negan. She wants to kill him, but what she finds is a broken man, begging for death, so she decides to let him live. This makes sense. As much as it might have been cathartic for me, the viewer, to see Negan die, this was the right move for Maggie. I like that Michonne let her go in there, just hoping that she'd make the right choice, and somehow she did. I wondered if Negan was just acting broken in order to produce this exact result, but the sight of him going obediently back into his cage without struggle seems to enforce the fact that he's really far gone. I wonder how Negan reacts to the news of Rick's "death"? With the time jump, are we going to be able to see that?

Jadis is never going to be my favorite character, but obviously I am now super interested in where that helicopter is going and how this is all going to resolve. If this is the end for Rick, are we not going to see Jadis again either? I can't believe I'm saying this, but I hope not! I don't care much for her as a character, but the mystery she represents is incredibly intriguing.

So, Rick spends the episode wandering around, badly injured, hallucinating his loved ones, both alive and dead. At the end, as a huge Walker hoard begins to cross the newly constructed bridge, Rick's family shows up - Michonne, Maggie, Carol, and Daryl. All of them are there in time to see Rick take aim at some dynamite that had been left on the bridge. He blows it up, and, ostensibly blows himself up, in order to take out the hoard.

There's just a lot to talk about here. How about that scene with Shane? Man, Shane was the worst. I missed him so much. I like that they didn't go sugar-sweet with this moment. Rick killed Shane, after all, and Shane is Judith's biological father. They definitely addressed that, and they didn't try to brush past it. This moment was just two assholes talking about what assholes they are, and it was so true to their characters.

Hershel broke my heart. They talked about Maggie, Rick apologized for Beth and Glenn, and Hershel just tells him that Maggie is strong, and her son will make her even stronger. I'm all about it. It was so nice to see him. Unlike with Sasha, I feel like this moment was earned, with Rick needing some sort of absolution from a man he looked up to.

The last hallucination is such a brilliant, dirty trick. Rick is facing down an impossible hoard. He's lost a lot of blood, he's helpless. And then we hear Daryl's voice calling out: "Rick!" and everyone's there. Michonne, Maggie, Daryl, Carol, and countless others, rushing past him to take out the Walkers and clear some space. Michonne comes up to him and tells him to keep fighting, that she fell in love with him because he's a fighter. Rick says "this isn't real." Michonne says: "yes it is... wake up." Ouch. Ouch, ouch, ouch. I mean, it makes perfect sense that this was another of Rick's hallucinations, but the moment when you realize that is just so heartbreaking. He's spent the whole episode looking for his family, and then in this moment with Michonne, he knows he's found it.

There's this part of me that wants to complain about Daryl, Carol, Michonne, and Maggie all showing up at just the right moment to see Rick "die." It's a little cheesy, a little too convenient. But honestly, whatever. This hurts so good. Daryl keeps shooting Walkers as they get too close to Rick, even though he probably knows it's pointless. The look on his face when the bridge blows is just pure desolation. And then he just turns and walks away, unable to handle the reality of it. By contrast, Michonne screams and tries to run forward, with Maggie and Carol, both also distraught, holding her back. It's fitting that it would be these four people to be with Rick in the end, or as close as they could be, at any rate. They would have done anything to save him, and Rick knew that.

Rick blowing up the bridge will save people from the hoard, but it also means that the progress that had been made on the bridge will need to be re-done. We're getting a time jump, so some of the sticky political stuff will undeniably have resolved itself by the time we jump back in to the story. It'll be interesting to see if Rick ended up as a martyr, if his death actually did hold things together in a way that even he couldn't do while alive. I keep saying "his death" because even though he's still alive, and we know that, the characters in this world are going to have to operate under the assumption that he's gone forever.

I didn't think there was any way this episode could surprise me. Rick had to die. What other exit strategy is there? And yet somehow they did the unexpected. What they've provided is a way for Rick to be semi-permanently separated from everyone else, whisked off to somewhere where, theoretically, they have things a lot more figured out. At the very least, they have fuel for a helicopter, and the medical acumen to help a grievously injured man. In some way shape or form, Rick can come back to this show, even if it's just a finale cameo. That's so much better than I was expecting, and I'm thrilled!

I'm feeling cautious about this whole time jump business, but I think it's possible for them to pull it off. I want to see how the gang is doing now that we've jumped ahead. How has Rick's death affected the individual people, and the overarching society? We'll find out!

9/10

[jesslikeafox]

I haven’t felt like this in a while,,,,

Last nite i had such a vivid dream of Chris getting married. And for some reason, cause this is a dream, he called to let me kno.

Looking at this lucidly, idk why some people do this. It’s like on shows and movies and novels. I think it’s popularized for intrigue and for two beloved characters to get one last.. idk, the point is, i don’t like it.

Back to the dream, in my head i was gonna StOp ThE wEdDiNg. And i even remember driving to Portland in my dream to do this with my dog in tow. But when i got there, i was sorta like, this is dumb. I remember i was in sorta a dark green room and i had my meeting clothes on, maybe i was in a room at the Kingdom Hall. But i just sat on my knees and cried and cried and cried. It was dumb for me to try and stop a wedding especially over someone who doesn’t consider me anymore. He’s a different person and he likes different people now. He doesn’t want to be with me obviously, pls can i move on. These were the things i told myself to pick myself up off the floor. And i did and i moved on and away from the whole situation. There is really nothing i can do cause it has nothing to do with me.

I woke up with tears in my eyes and my heart weighing as much as a smoothie left over nite in a freezer. I woke up wishing i would just die cause i didn’t want to visit these feelings. I struggled this morning. I still have his number and sometimes i am so tempted to text him. Like this morning. I want to call him, i want to be with him.

And i take a deep breath, and i stare at the wall. My eyes start to flood with big Miyazaki tears.

I think why on earth does it have to be this way. Is this the only piece missing from my stupid little life. Plus i kno that one day he’ll probably get married and that’s cool and good for him. I really wish i would give this up tho. Honestly, i haven’t felt like this in a reallllly long time. And maybe it wont ever go away; I’ll revisit it every once in a while in a dream or something. I just wanted to talk about it; i wanted to see it. But now I’ll maybe turn my day around by getting a scone from work or something. Pioneer meeting is today.

[wyldwon]

…”…. Hey Sisters! I have a question that keeps coming up in my deep, vibrant loving relationship with my husband! I want you to keep in mind that when he's posed this question he's doing so from a very thoughtful, compassionate state of mind. He reallllly is trying to connect with what I am communicating but has posed this follow up a couple times now... so here we go.

We are both spiritual. My husband believes in my power and my divine energy. He encourages me and supports me in standing in this energy I crave so much for myself but am often too programmed to behave in consistently. Sometimes, I lose it. I can't be nice or have everything squared up, because I'm overwhelmed and struggling. This means I shut down, I ignore, I banter, I become curt or sassy. And then we fight, because I was being "rude" or "snappy." But really, I just couldn't f*#king cope anymore. I have a hunch that ya'll will relate?

So I tell him.... "You say you support me being wild, and fierce - until it's pointed towards you. That's not true support." OR "Why can't I express anger towards or around you?"

(He doesn't mind if I get angry at the kids ;) He understands that!) So his response is... That it triggers him, and the awful (seriously mentally ill, narcissistic, abusive) adoptive mother he had and it's a matter of respect. If I don't control myself enough to just walk away (like he does/is capable of) then it means I'm disrespecting him. I tell him I understand and YET his trigger is his own, that I still need to be able to express myself. That my intent is not to be nasty or mean to him, and I am never purposely attacking him as a person. I don't say mean things about him, I don't degrade him.

So... my ultimate question is -- Is it "healthy" for us to lose our shit on the people we love? Is it "healthy" to go dark goddess on others, without it meaning that we need to apologize later for loosing control. How do I help my husband see that when I loose the "pretty and nice girl" that it's not an attack on him and that I NEED to be something different than that girl! That nice and quiet girl has been suffocating me! This pattern shows up with my kids too.

I'm feeling very vulnerable as I finish writing this because this is so deep but I am going to choose to trust I am in soft embraces here. Thank you my fellow wise women. I hope this is medicine for others as well!…”…..

Responses :

“I’m here. You can’t hurt me. I still love you. Let it out.”

This is what I know to do but it isn’t always something I do either. This work isn’t easy and it’s messy. It’s about transmuting the anger into light. Care don’t carry. I believe this is something to work up to as well. Something to discuss outside of that feeling of anger. It might not be something he can hold at this time. Finding out how to work towards that is a good starting point I believe.

This tik tok taught me this and was sent to me by her. It was so true to me. I hope it can help you if you decide to share this with your husband.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8PoRavx/ …”….

Responses:

You are seen and heard and i appreciate your bravery. I also have a very loving and supportive husband who I adore and adores me. Unfortunately, Sunday morning out of nowhere I was triggered. Still not entirely sure why but I got really snappy. He didn’t say anything rude or mean back to me (I could tell he was bothered) and he walked off to the bedroom and shut the door. I know him well enough to know that this is his pattern. Growing up he was used to his mom walking off because of the death of his brother. Thankfully I quickly realized too that I could have space to be snappy and loving at the same time and i did something I believe others refer to as “pattern interrupt”. In the past I would have just allowed him to be in the room and i would have gotten my annoyance out without him, but this time I immediately walked in, hugged him and said I was sorry for being short with him. Immediately this brought into our space an equilibrium and he dropped any issues immediately. I do realize sometimes it’s nearly impossible to do this, but I just wanted to say look at the patterns and see if responding in an opposite pattern will help. It was after I made it clear and apologized that I could be sarcastic and snappy but it wasn’t at him and the apology was from a loving, pure, embodied place. Much love to you beautiful soul!…”….

Responses :

…”…While I think maybe it’s not textbook “healthy” it’s normal… I think sometimes we turn our anger and rage towards our partners because we know deep down they love us and love our dark AND our light and we feel SAFE. That being said, from what I understand You’re triggering your husband to feel something he should work on healing within himself. Your anger is a spotlight on his own ancestral wound, which makes him uncomfortable. If he says he feels disrespected, then that’s how he feels…. Not everyone is able to calmly walk away mama. Myself included, I see you! Much love ❤️….”….

Responses:

…”…I have had a similar thought, and situation recently. First question to ask yourself. you say your not intentionally attacking your loved ones but are you taking your shit out on them? Be radically honest with yourself..because being a “wild woman” and take your anger out on someone because your angry or triggered are not the same thing. If your angry be fucking angry and go yell at the fucking trees, or scream in a pillow, or just scream and let that shit out. But do not direct it at any one, that is not fair to be on the reserving end of that. They should not be your punching bag during your spiritual journey. (Not saying they are, this is something you have to look at and be honest about) I talked a little with my husband about this when I had a little freak out. And I was yelling at inanimate objects..and I kinda freaked him out cause I went from 0-100 in like 2 seconds…and let’s be honest that shit is jarring. If I saw someone act like me in a store..I would be like WTF and move far far away. So second question to ask yourself..would you want to be around you when your having a freak out moment? My hunch is no…that’s why we do this work, so we can transmute that behavior. What I did was try to have more compassion from my husbands perspective. His journey is not mine. And that is 100% ok and valid. So the conundrum is…maybe your not feeling honored when you are being wild, but are you honoring your husbands feelings?? Hmmmm right fucked up isn’t it…so what now.. if you love eachother. You honor each other’s perspective and have the conversation about…well how should I let this out in a way that won’t disrespect/dishonor you… but I can still be my authentic self, by letting my emotions flow through me. Hope that helps, I see you sister, I honor you. Time to take radical responsibility. ✌🏻❤️🧘🏻…”…

.”…. Maeve Lee I like that you speak of the somatic body being attended to in the moment and giving voice and feeling into the pain body. This is how I did past trauma release , on my own oddly enough which was kind scary but cathartic at the same time and I just went with it and became my 5 year old self weeping and crying hard as a memory materialized through focusing on a painful area of my body.

This evolved after scrolling on FB and coming across Adyashanti doing an interview with Oprah about sitting in a chair , focusing on pain in the body, seeing whose face first appears in the mind, allowing the pain and memories to arise and be felt , then releasing them, getting up out of the chair and into a different one once pain is released. I haven't seen the dark goddess lives or videos, but I did this exercise several times on different pain areas of my body and screamed, cried, sobbed, fell to my knees, bawled , all alone in the yard ( I live really, so no neighbors 😉) so could release to the universe when it lived ones, but Lord knows I have dumped on lived ones many times. Especially my children for which I'm sorry I've hurt them many times over.

Best to you and your transformation releases. …”…

Responses:

….”…. literally completely not an expert at this BUT something that I do with my really intimate friends is that I may have them there WITH me while i’m feeling the anger, but i’m in my own space maybe journaling it out or screaming or yelling at like another direction or like processing out loud in a different room etc, with the intention to share with them what’s going on when I feel just a LITTLE more open to them : ) like getting the raw emotions of “I fucking hate you right now and I want to tear off your limbs” out in another way, and then expressing to them when it’s more like a “I feel REALLY fuckin upset but I don’t want to PUSH you away necessarily and I am willing to listen to you too”

Right now my relationships are more long-distance, so this is WAY easier for me lol, but I use my notes app and my voice memo app all the time. I let out my raw rage and talk about my fuckjng hatred, etc. So then, when I decide to speak to my people, i’ve already given MYSELF SOOO much space for my anger that I don’t need them to hold AS much space for it and take it ALL.

❤️❤️❤️❤️…”….

Responses:

…”…..As a woman your devine energy has many faces and archetypes but can ultimately be split into two main states of being. One is your White River she is the mother and her role is to nurture and love all unconditionally. Our society values this role as it's serves their needs. However in order to give to that degree a woman must fill her own cup constantly so that she is not depleting herself in nurturing others. This is where the second embodiment comes in. She is your red river your dark goddess as you mentioned. But she is not about anger on the contrary she is about slow, pleasure, sensual movement and self devotion. It is through her practices that you are able to fill your personal cup so that the mothering side can exist without nurturing from a place of exhaustion and resentment. She has been shamed throughout history and most women lack any connection to her magic. It sounds as though you need to begin taking more time for yourself and working with your divine dark goddess energy. Ground yourself, begin Yoni and womb self rituals, take the time to devote yourself to you and you will find the anger will disappear naturally. I speak to this and other sacred sex and divine feminine practices on my insta siera_jane_grace

Highest blessings

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Responses:

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