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atropinenightshade · 2 months ago

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KILL ME, IT'S TIME YOU MURDER ME

So I will finally post this on tumblr.

basically, I actually found the idea of a switch cool. yes, evil rafal is JUST AS BLAND FOR ME as what happened in Fall. It lacks complexity in the same way-- same but different.

So what I found compelling about it was not Rafal being pure good. That was the issue. The whole purity thing. I loved Rafal having an identity crisis, a problem with self, because it made his character so much more approachable or easy to connect to. That there was something more vulnerable behind the ego, rather than he being a jerk just because. I wanted Rafal questioning everything he's ever believed and having his "perfect" life slowly be stripped away, his walls being torn down brick by brick. He starts losing his magic, his shaky relationship with his brother starts becoming worse, and no matter how hard he tries, he just cannot go back to being the old Rafal. His life can never be the same.

I hated how it was superficially done, and not because he felt lonely. ALSO, it's valid to feel lonely, even if you are introvert lmao. In Rise, it seemed as if he wanted some form of friendship deep down but with everything else in his life, it only got in the way. Maybe he didn't even see anyone truly wanting a friendship with him. It wasn't done for Rafal's sense of self but to reinforce the very stupid system he was doubting!

Where was the part where he wanted Gavaldon (he could find a better village though) because it was earthy and imperfect? Where he didn't mind being mortal?

I just wish Rafal wanted to be more human, without carrying the whole Woods. Human in his own way. Feeling in his own way. Where he doesn't HAVE to fit the roles he used to.

Rhian, on the other hand, could be following the system because he may also be a perfectionist in his own way and believe that being this powerful School Master and EVIL is who he really is, when he is also just human. He believes that mistakes and doing stupid stuff ALL PEOPLE DO are evil and instead of using those to grow, he just blindly puts faith in the Storian and seeks love, attention, and power. Things he may not feel. He kills Rafal because rafal is in the way and starts questioning the Pen. To him, Rafal is a threat. But he isn't without remorse about it either. Maybe he's resentful too.

again this could be because I have crippling perfectionism and my life always feels as if it can never be NORMAL and I'm projecting. But totally good Rafal and oh so powerful jerk without a reason Rafal are people I don't rock with, sorry.

#mara posts #sge #rise of the school for good and evil #fall of the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #rafal mistral #rotsge #fotsge #the school for good and evil #rhian mistral #analysis #shit analysis

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welcometololaland · 26 days ago

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Hi Lola! 🪩 🎉 and 💌 please!

hi friend!!! ty for the ask, i appreciate it!

💌 Are you willing to take requests or prompts for writing?

as a general rule, no. i will do the odd exchange or prompt fill (for example, the gaza one earlier this year) but outside of that, not really. it's mostly because i simply don't have the time to finish most of my current wips, let alone take on new stuff!

🎉 How are you going to be kind to yourself if you don't meet your goals?

this is very much linked to my below point. the truth is, i'm not and i have no idea how. but i am going to have a good, long think about it now that i've been asked the question. so thank you!

🪩 Do you have any "good" writing habits you want to cultivate?

yes! sorry for the incoming rant!

i'm on a mission in 2025 to be less perfectionistic. perfectionism runs my entire life in a very detrimental way. perfectionism means that i rarely ever take risks, say no to people (even when i really need to) or feel good about how i look or my work or my writing or anything i do because i'm on a mission to reach this ridiculous and extremely unachievable standard. and something i've realised recently is that my mindset is so focused on personal success vs. failure. there's literally nothing in between for me and it leads to me feeling like i'm constantly a failure because i never manage to meet the stupidly high bar i set for myself.

i think a lot of people think that perfectionism is the weakness you say when you're trying not to have a weakness, but i don't think that encapsulates what crippling perfectionism is. it's like...you are CONSTANTLY in self doubt and fear because you KNOW you're gonna let yourself down and you're afraid of the inevitable disappointment. you never want to talk about your goals because you're terrified that saying them aloud makes them real and might mean that you have proof of failure. you don't want to try new things because what if you suck at them? and i have this struggle a lot of the time with writing - no matter how happy i am with a fic, after a few weeks i decide there are so many flaws in it that i never want to read it again. or, i get stuck in scenes for ages because i can't think of the 'perfect' way to write them. sometimes, i toss and turn over characterisation because i'm not sure if i've got it exactly right.

basically, i just need to chill the fuck out. that's very hard for me. but i'm trying!!! which is why i didn't edit the grammar on this post properly HAHA.

send me a 2025 writer ask <3

#fic writer ask game #perfectionism #writing things

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scoobydoominuscoobydoo · 6 months ago

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Hi!!! First of all can I just say how much I LOVE your page?!? I don’t really have a question, I just wanted to post some story ideas that I had that I thought you might enjoy.

Story ideas

Shaggy is a typical loner guy at school, not necessarily emo, he just prefers the company of animals (especially his dog Scooby Doo) Daphne is the popular girl (of course) but she sees Shaggy sitting underneath a tree during lunch birdwatching and eating a comically large sandwich. Let’s just say he’s piqued her interest. (Sort of like a Kristoff/Anna dynamic)

Shaggy becomes Commander Cool (for some unexplained reason that I never thought through) and Velma is the only person he tells because Fred is out of town for the time being, and Daphne can’t keep a secret to save her life. Velma agrees to he his “guy in the chair” (think Wade from Kim Possible) and assists him from her desk at home. While he struggles at first, he eventually starts to get the hang of crime fighting. One day, Daphne gets caught in a bank robbery and CC comes in to save the day. After seeing Commander Cool in action Daphne begins to wonder who this masked avenger really is.

Shaggy and Daphne have been dating for nearly a month now and they’re still the hottest topic of gossip at school. “What does she see in that toothpick?” “Ugh, she could do SO much better.” “She must have lost a bet or something.” “Either that or she’s doing it out of pity.” Needless to say, even someone, who can laugh at himself as much as Shaggy can, has his breaking point. But what can his loving girlfriend do if all he can say is, “I’m fine”?

Shaggy and Daphne are excited for Fiction Con (pretty much like Comic Con but copyright friendly, I know I’m so original) Daphne doesn’t tell anyone she’s going (she’s got a reputation to uphold) but Shaggy is letting everyone and anyone know he’s going and he’s proud of it! The day of the con, Shaggy goes in his Commander Cool cosplay and while he’s looking through the different booths and events, he comes face to face with the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, in a Wonder Lass cosplay (In this universe, there is a female superhero named Wonder Lass who sometimes assists Commander Cool in crime fighting, it’s been a common theory among the CC fandom that Commander Cool and Wonder Lass will end up together.) Will Shaggy find out who this mysterious girl is before the 3-day con ends?

Sorry if this was a long post I just wanted to get these out there and share them with someone who loves Shaphne as much as I do. And maybe (just maybe) it can get other people’s creativity pumping and they’ll share their own stories and ideas.

Thank you so much! Keep up the great work!!

Actually these are all 5 star ideas and I'm honored that you're willing to share them with me. I love the idea of playing with the gang as a vigilante justice squad. I guess that's technically what they are IN CANON but like I would love to write them as like a spiderman type crime fighting gang. Shaggy would absolutely slay as the unwilling hero that is accidentally so good at it that he has to keep doing it even though he hates it. And I am weak for any sort of "helping them patch up their wounds" scene. Like, yall imagine that scene with Peter and Gwen in the first asm but with Shag and Daph??? UGH. That's good stuff.

I HAVE been writing but I'm a crippling perfectionist at like the Stanley Kubrick level, so I keep proofreading drafts to hone them to their ultimate form. These ideas will be stored away in the mental filofax for suuurrrreee but they may not see the light of day until I'm old and decrepit 💅💅💅

Or who knows I may post it tomorrow... you never know how productive you'll be as a fanfic writer 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

#ask minus scooby

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stinkysarai · 10 months ago

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role-swapped: sokka, and either fire sibling

made an account solely for this, but i feel like sokka role swapped with either sibling (either zuko or azula) makes some sort of sense. call me crazy (if anyone is even seeing this to call me crazy at all, then hello) all you want, but i don't know, i feel like it makes sense. though to be fair, i do really um, overanalyze things and might just be making my explanation sound really ooc and weird and too 'he's me i'm giving him my issues'. not sure. just here to be overdramatic i guess. sorta relate to all three of these characters so. take my 'it makes sense!!!11111!!11!!' with a grain of salt. also scared i got the characters all wrong. so. yeah

firstly, the similarities.

sokka and zuko:

sokka and zuko are both insecure fellas who want to prove to someone that they are honorable and worthy people; zuko wants to show his father and his nation that he is a worthy prince that should return to his rightful place for the throne, and sokka wants to show his father and his tribe that he is a strong and manly warrior, that he can protect katara and the tribe. they both have something to prove, something they want to become. they are both overshadowed by their prodigious sister and they both find themselves feeling lesser by it, just in different ways. sokka doesn't feel as useful as he wants to be and zuko feels like a failure compared to azula. they both don't quite like the fact that their skills aren't the best they believe they could be. the two of them both solve an issue between themselves: sokka learns how to overcome obstacles without bending, and zuko learns how to follow his own destiny and stand up for himself. they both have lost their mother, they both have distant fathers (except hakoda isn't distant because he wants to be, nor is he abusive, but that doesn't mean he isn't distant), and these similarities made me write this whole thing. it would be interesting to see how much would change and how much would stay the same, what life would be like for zuko and what life would be like for sokka. would their personalities swap as well? sokka's would change drastically, but i think zuko's would not change extremely.

sokka and azula:

don't get me wrong, sokka is insecure and everything, but he's also much like azula, at least, in my eyes he is. azula and sokka are both crippling perfectionists, excelling at a specific thing: azula's firebending and battle (plus regular) intelligence, and sokka's skillful planning, his own battle (and regular) intelligence, and inventing. they both see their father in a bright light, they both were heavily affected by his actions and again, they both lost their mother. due to their need to succeed and win, they both become irrational and heavily emotional when they do not. sokka blames himself for the loss during the eclipse raid, and azula has a mental breakdown when she loses against katara and zuko during sozin's comet. when they've been defeated, they break down in one way or another. and back to the first sentence, azula is insecure too. she feels unlovable and has major trust issues, and more that if i said, would make this already somewhat long thing even longer.

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now: onto what i feel like the characters would be with roles swapped. zuko role-swapped with sokka: an insecure sixteen-year-old, angsty boy with a crippling need to be useful for his family. he misses his father dearly and wishes he could have spent more time with his mother, whose face he can't even remember. he looks like a trash bender compared to his younger sister, azula, who has blue fire and a natural, raw talent. he wants to be a warrior like his father, fighting against the monstrous water tribes. he's insecure about his unimpressive bending but learns to improve his skill and find new techniques instead of letting his self-hatred get the best of him. he helps aang, the avatar, defeat the water tribes, and while on adventures with the gaang, he learns to accept himself. he becomes more than just a planning, brooding, awkward guy; instead of making himself feel worse with his less-than-average firebending skills, he focuses more on using double swords, becoming very good at it. he rarely uses his firebending because of it, realizing that he doesn't need to be a good bender to be a good fighter/warrior. sokka role-swapped with zuko: a self-hating fifteen-year-old who misses his tribe and misses his honor. he is worthless, weak, and a failure, horrible at waterbending, unlike his gifted sister, katara. his father gave his left eye frost burn, and he is partially deaf and blind on the left side of his face due to it, but he deserved it; he spoke out of line, disrespected his elder, disrespected Ice (or water) Lord Hakoda, his own dad. ever since he was twelve, he has been looking for the missing avatar to bring back to his tribe to make his father (and tribe) proud and love him again. he travels with his honorary uncle bato, who helps him eventually turn a new leaf. bato helps him learn new skills and new techniques that help him improve his waterbending quickly, being patient with him and supporting him through his darkest moments. he realizes that what he is doing is wrong and he abandons his home and his father to help aang, the avatar whom he had been hunting constantly, learn waterbending. he learns from his mistakes and successfully becomes the Ice / Water Lord, helping aang defeat his father and simultaneously helping azula defeat his maniacal sister, katara. —

sokka role-swapped with azula: either thirteen or fifteen-year-old.(katara as zuko is aged up if sokka is fifteen, sokka as azula is aged down if he is thirteen) he is an extremely impressive waterbender, gifted and prodigious, unlike his poor older sister, katara. if he wants something he gets it, and he will go at any length to win, to defeat, to conquer. he, much like his talented father, never fail, they never fail, and they never will! he doesn't need anyone's trust or love; spirits, he doesn't need anyone. sokka'll use peoples' fear of him to get whatever the hell he wants, no matter what. his mother was right; he is a monster, and he- he takes pride in it! after his so-called 'friends' betrayed him, one for looooove and the other for, well, the one in love. ((can you tell i have no clue who to make his friends? maybe suki and yue?)) he saw her once again, taunting him while he grew furious with his stupid long hair. (stupid wolftails.) he messes his hair up, messes up once again, and throws the scissors in the mirror to try and make his dead, naive, stupid mom go away. but that's not all: even though he's perfect, even though he's supposed to be, he fucks it up. his father was supposed to be the Ocean King, and sokka himself was supposed to be the new Ice/Water Lord, but of course, his stupid sister and her stupid fire-bending friend got in the way of the water tribe's supposed-to-be success and defeated him, humiliated him. and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. he breaks down, crying nonstop and feeling utterly defeated.

azula role-swapped with sokka: she's the genius. she's the one who does the planning, it's azula. not zuko with his amazing firebending, not aang with his... dumb avatar-ness, not toph with her scary earthbending; no, it's sixteen-year old ((aged up to be oldest in the gaang like sokka is, but she can still be fourteen if u want i don't know.)) azula, the bad bender. agni, she's basically a non-bender anyway, with the way her fire can barely light a torch. but her uselessness doesn't stop her from trying to be perfect, of course it doesn't! she's useful, she knows it, she just has to figure out how. she can't strive to be anything less, not when she wants to protect her brother and her friends. not when she wants to be the next chief of the fire nation when this is all over. instead of wallowing in her own self-hatred, she decides to try something new; she decides to try bows and arrows. and agni, she's good. she decides that she doesn't need to be a master bender like zuko, aang, and toph are, because she's a master in her own way and doesn't need her firebending to be useful. she can still protect her friends and brother without relying on her bending. and while azula sometimes wishes that she were as talented as zuko is with firebending, she also understands that she is just as talented as he is without firebending, but with her bow. she accepts herself and her flaws.

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while i think zuko and sokka's role-swap would make sense and works better, i also think that azula and sokka's role-swap works too, just a little... reachy. i guess. i don't know!!!! i just. sorta been thinking about this for too long. ahaaa i don't think this is gonna be read at ALLLL so hey guys! hey fruity gang! #awesome!

might post art idk? blegh ... SORRY TO WHOEVER READS THIS LIKE THIS IS SERIOUSLY DEF OOC IDK.

#sokka #atla #avatar the last airbender #azula #role swap au #hi...#first post #hello tumblr #whats cracka-lackin'

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collapsedglasshouses · 1 year ago

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An Angel for Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 3]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

PART ONE; PART TWO

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules [she/her]

SUMMARY: Following Noah through his daily life, let Jules no other option but to help.

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions/hints of sexual interactions/acts, mentions of death

A/N: HELLOOO! Finally the third part of the series, it took me a bit because my life is stressing me out right now. University is starting again soon and I'm changing jobs… but enough of my private problems, this chapter excited me, because it takes a closer look on the dynamic between Noah and Jules. I really like it. I hope you enjoy it too and if so I would appreciate it if you reblog this part! Thank you so much for the great resonance on this work and now enjoy!

TAGLIST: @trvshdxddy @blackveilomens @crimson-calligraphyx @measuredingold @cncohshit

If you wanna be added to the taglist of this story, please DM me or let me know in the comments!

Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

Four weeks. Four weeks since she first met Noah. Four weeks since Jules had died.

The past four weeks had been filled with her watching Noah live and breathe. She saw him produce music, she saw him eat, and she saw him talking to his friends about the tour that would start in a couple of days. Hell, she even saw him getting horny and doing not-so-PG things, even though she respectfully left him alone during that.

She had learned that Noah was a chronically stressed person. Just like she was. He was literally trapped in his own head. A picture-perfect perfectionist.

She had watched him record a segment over and over again, because he somehow wasn't happy with his results, even though he had a godlike voice.

Watching him struggle like that made her mad. Not because he annoyed her, but because he reminded her so much of herself that she started to hate herself a bit for how hard she was on herself when she was still alive.

She noticed, he had this crippling anxiety about letting down the people he loved. Just like she had. It was cruel to watch him suffer so much.

The more she got to know about him, the more she felt like looking into a mirror. Something she didn't like. Nobody liked to be reminded of how broken they really were. Jules was no exception. The more she watched Noah, the more she was forced to reflect on herself.

She had this cruel need of wanting to tell him how good he did and how loved he was, but she couldn't. He had no idea she even existed. That fact was something that made her even more bitter.

Her living self was slowly fading away.

She had noticed that she didn't need to breathe. She could just sit there and watch. But the silence that came with it was even more painful, so she decided to just go on using her useless lungs. She also noticed that she couldn't look at herself anymore. She had no idea how she looked. Likewise, she would never have the opportunity again to see herself.

Was it possible to suffer from post-death-depression? Because if something like that existed, she definitely had it.

She also 'met' the others.

There was Jolly, the guitarist. She had often found him playing some melodies, when he had free time. He was rather quiet but always knew the right words, when needed. She lovingly decided to call him Dad Omens.

Than there was one Nick, they called him Ruffilo. He was the bassist of the band. Sometimes when Noah got on her nerves, she searched for him in the house. He calmed her down without even knowing, radiating unbelievable calmness and composure.

The other Nick, Folio, on the other hand, was a total goofball. He was the drummer of the band and closest in age to Jules, even though that didn't matter anymore since she was going to be 22 forever. He definitely was the funniest out of the group and made her forget about her misery for a couple of seconds a day.

Than there were their other friends: Matt, the tour manager, Davis, amazing artist with an adorable dog (Max) that might have already barked at Jules about five times, Steven, who was responsible for their merch and Bryan, their photographer. Each of them had absolutely unique talents, that amazed Jules individually.

Right now she found herself in the living room. The boys were eating dinner and discussed some important tour things. The room was heated with tension. All of them hadn't got enough sleep the last couple of days. That lead to them arguing over almost every bit they said.

Every word they said to each other felt like a bullet, there to hit someone personally. For Jules, it was like a car crash, she wanted to look away but seemingly couldn't. With that thought, she slightly chuckled to herself. She just knew people were staring at her accident.

God, she really began to hate people...

She slightly dissociated when the discussion became even more heated. The last couple of days made her reflect on herself more than she ever had. Every little thing she did just seemed so useless at the moment. When she heard the boys argue like that, she could just think about how irrelevant it all was. What if one of them died tonight? Each of them would regret every bad word they said to each other.

Jules snapped back to reality when Noah jumped out of his seat. "You know what? Fuck this. I'm going." He exclaimed directly at Ruffilo's face, causing Jules to raise her eyebrows. What the hell had happened?

She quickly got up from her spot on the couch and followed him upstairs, where he just grabbed a jacket and his car keys before making his way out of the house, not even once flinching when Ruffilo called after him.

That was definitely something what made her different from him. He was stubborn as hell, while she nearly almost gave in every time.

She ran after him and somehow managed to land on the passenger seat of his car while he cursed out Nick under his breath. Jules was almost sure where Noah was going. There had been this girl - Jules didn't catch her name - who was occasionally visited by him. They weren't in a relationship, but Noah seemed to let off some steam when he met up with her. It bugged Jules when she was honest with herself, but she didn't really know why.

On one hand, she really thought the girl's vibe was off, but on the other hand, she blamed it on her awkwardness when it came to intimacy. It wasn't like she never kissed anybody, she actually managed to have her first time, too, but never really had the urge to seek a sexual relationship with anyone. When she was honest with herself, she only had sex with that guy because she wanted to know how it felt. She quickly realized that she wasn't sexually attracted to someone when she didn't feel an emotional connection. And since she hadn't had the opportunity to fall in love in her short span of life, she never felt the need to have sex again after her (more than bad) first time.

In the first five minutes of the drive, he still muttered to himself how annoyed he was with everyone, but then the atmosphere slowly changed. Suddenly Jules experienced the most gruesome goose bumps she ever felt, and her gaze shot to Noah, who, to her horror, had closed his eyes.

FUCK. WHAT DO I DO?

Jules' heart started to race. She didn't know what to do. She ran a hand through her hair, while she saw how the car slowly got closer to the side of the road.

"Fuck" She exclaimed, frantically looking around the car to see her options. At first she tried to grab the steering wheel and even though she could get a grasp of it, she couldn’t force it to turn.

She let out a panicked scream before looking at the sleeping Noah. She snapped her fingers in front of his face and screamed. "WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU DICKHEAD."

When he didn’t move, Jules groaned in frustration, and before she knew it, she lashed out and slapped Noah on the cheek, who almost let out a scream before stepping on the brakes, almost smashing Jules against the windshield.

Noah held his cheek while looking around him in horrors and Jules knew she had fucked up bad. Was she even allowed to do this? Was there something like angel jail? Would she be fired? Was that even possible?

To her surprise, her slap must have redirected something in his brain, because he turned the car and drove back. He even put on loud music to make sure, he wouldn't doze off again.

Jules couldn't even look away anymore. Her gaze was fixated on his face. She wouldn't dare let that happen again. She kind of felt like it stirred up her death trauma. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she would make sure he wouldn't get killed by a car. That was her package to carry.

Noah didn't seem to have caught his breath again when he parked his car in front of the house again. Jules still felt guilty while she followed him back into the house, but she was more than pleasantly surprised when she saw him go up to Ruffilo's room and knock against the door.

"Yeah?" - "Can I come in?" - "Sure."

With that both of them stepped into Nick's room. Jules felt herself get kind of excited when she entered Nick's room, since it was the first time for her. She quickly made her way to the corner of the room like she was trying to be even more invisible.

"I'm sorry for screaming at you. I shouldn't have done that." Noah told his best friend, who was leaning against the headboard of his bed. He eyed Noah for a couple of seconds before nodding. "It's okay. We are all exhausted as hell, and the tour hasn't even begun."

Noah nodded and sighed at the same time.

Suddenly, Nick narrowed his eyes a bit and stared at Noah's face, causing Jules to become equally aware of something she hadn't noticed before. Noah's cheek was colored in a slight red tone.

"Were you at her place again?" Nick wanted to know causing Noah to eye him confused. "What do you mean?"

Nick waved his hands to indicate to Noah what he meant. Jules could see how Noah's cheeks turned a slight pink, and she would have lied if she said hers didn’t change colors, either. Becoming Noah's guardian angel also gave her information about Noah’s likes and dislikes when it came to a certain topic. Whether she wanted that or not.

"No… No… I wasn’t at her place… I wanted to go, but…" Noah answered but stopped for a second to think. When he was being honest with himself, he didn’t even know what to think.

"What?" - "I… I just…" Noah ran a hand threw his hair. "I almost slept in while driving."

"Are you okay?" Nick asked him with widened eyes.

"Yes… don’t worry… It was just kind of weird." Noah explained to his best friend. "It almost felt like someone slapped me in the face."

"Maybe it was your adrenaline and you hit your cheek or something." Nick tried to explain, while Jules looked apologetic, even though nobody could see her. It felt like neither Nick nor Noah believed his words.

Noah just shrugged his shoulders, before he took a deep breath. "Maybe I should get some sleep."

Nick nodded at him and with that Noah left Nick's room after wishing him a good night. Jules quickly followed after him.

She was still tense from what she had done earlier. She didn’t know what consequences her slap would have and what her intervention would do to Noah. She just knew it terrified her to her core.

So when Noah laid down on her bed, she set on the edge for a while. Noah on the other hand stared at the ceiling and was deep in his thoughts. Jules hoped he would just blame it all on his adrenaline rush. She wished she could just take his thoughts away from him.

She sighed before looking at Noah. He had closed his eyes but Jules felt that his mind was definitely still racing. When she looked at him like that she saw his beauty in all display again.

She couldn’t deny how beautiful he actually was. With his dark hair and even darker eyes. His small freckles on his face. His long lashes. These tattoos. Just everything about him spoke to her, even though she was pretty sure she would have never approached a man looking like him while she was still alive. Not that she was intimidated, but her parents would have died on the spot seeing her.

Her, a soft girl, always being dressed in light colours, playing the violin and having little to zero experience when it came to social interactions closer than hand shaking.

And on the other hand, him, almost always being dressed dark, except a couple of shirts she saw, being the vocalist of a metal core band and being the exact opposite when it came to romantic or at least sexual experience.

To her surprise it didn’t take long before she heard him breathe deeper and she knew he must have dozed off. Her gaze fixated on his face again.

She exhaled in frustration before turning to Noah. "Never do that again, Noah."

Without even thinking she reached out and stroked his cheek in a swift motion. When she saw him frown lightly, she quickly withdrew her hand and panicked she might have woken him. He just sighed and turned to his side.

Jules took a deep breath before standing up and leaving his room. She needed to establish some rules for herself, beginning with the most important…

Never touch him again…

READ PART FOUR HERE.

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dragonflytarot · 1 year ago

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Shadow Work & the Draconic Chart

In this post I wanted to explore the connections between shadow work, the draconic chart, and tarot, and how these three elements can be used alongside each other for awareness and betterment of the self, and overall personal improvement. This is my work, do not copy or repost (reblogs are ok) without my permission.

In my experience, shadow work is primarily about reflection of the self (awareness).

The Draconic chart is all about our true self. Even if we don't feel especially in touch or in tune with this side of ourselves, it is the natural reaction, the impulse, the instinct--and controlling an impulse or an instinct is sometimes a very difficult thing to do. So while we do not always identify with our Draconic identity, it's part of us just the same. It's also how we would have been had the world and our caregivers not shaped us differently when we were too young to remember.

The tarot is also a tool for self-reflection. So how do these things work together?

I'm not sure about you guys, but I use a list of prompts to explore shadow work. It gives me a foundation to work from when I sit down with the intention of working a few things out.

I had a pretty big breakthrough the other evening when I thought to ask the tarot to explore my relationship with perfectionism (the topic I was working with that day). My deck essentially told me that this crippling perfectionism was a result of early influence (i.e. learned behavior). There was also a message in my reading that spoke of the fact that now that I have identified the reason, I can consciously go against the grain of what I was taught, to be less of a perfectionist--and thus much more content with myself, my work, and my creative output overall. By making this conscious choice to think for myself and how I want to be, versus following ingrained and learned behavior, I am getting more in touch with and aware of the positive qualities present in my Draconic chart.

It's tough, going against what you were taught when you were very young. So, for right now, it's a conscious decision I have to make. It might be that way for a long while, it might be that way forever. But I am honestly so much happier being in alignment with my truest self.

I encourage you to begin exploring the relationship between tarot, shadow work, and Draconic astrology. It's helped me a lot, and I hope it will do the same for you! 💜

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satancopilotsmytardis · 9 months ago

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Ahhh, Perfectionist was such a fun read!

I really enjoyed how much Dabi does because he wants to be "perfect" for Tomura (because all his life he had to be perfect, because if he's not perfect he's not worthy of love, because if he can't even do that, then what is he good for?). He has never known anything but pushing himself and surviving.

The thought of a team just running over the battlefield after each fight and getting any dead bodies with useful quirks to the doctor to make more nomu is absolutely horrifying, thank you

Everyone is trying their best but it's a huge shift and a lot of new things that are expected of them. But they work it out!

Tomura forcing Dabi to take a break is good, too. Dabi was getting so stressed that even things that were supposed to be nice and fun (like spending time with Tomura) were starting to feel like a chore :(

Dabi blowing up like that was expected, but it still hurt. Good that he has people he can lean on now, especially Tomura, even if it might be hard for him to do in the beginning.

Ahhh they're so in love. I adore fics like this, that show how qualified (and at the same time underqualified) everyone is.

Thank you!

Dabi and his crippling inferiority complex runs around in circles in my head constantly! Now I inflict it on you!!!

If the Doctor hasn't gotten arrested, this should have happened in the series. They should have had to fight Nomu!Midnight. Dabi should have gotten to kill Endeavor and then make Shoto fight the nomufied version of him. It would have been harrowing and I'm mad it didn't happen

They're doing what they can!!

Dabi will burn himself out entirely and Tomura has decided that since he's the ONLY ONE Dabi will even listen to in passing, he's going to take care of him (and would even if they weren't dating). And sometimes it takes a meltdown for someone to realize how much the things they're doing are affecting them. It was a necessary part of the healing process

They are so in love, and the whole League is learning and growing and trying to make themselves dangerous! They were just a bunch of fuckups with ideas about how to change the world, but now they have to step up and develop the skills they need to actually make that happen

Thank you for commenting!

#tanco speaks #ask #asks

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permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 · 2 months ago

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23, 34, 45! 💛✨✌️🫶

Thank you for the ask, @themareverine!!!

23. A talent I have

I'm pretty sure you knew this would be a tough one for me, given my own internal monologue at times, just as I'm sure that might be specifically why you asked 💕💕. This isn't so much a current talent, as I am way out of practice, but I've been feeling rather nostalgic today, so I'm gonna have to say my former abilities with the clarinet.

I was in symphony band in high school since sophomore year, section leader of both symphony band and marching band for junior and senior years, multiple times going to solo & ensemble and pulling 1's since 7th grade (that's the highest ranking), and qualifying to go to the next level, but it always conflicted with a pre-existing concert or symphony band trip, so I never took it further. I was selected to be the only clarinet in our jazz band as well, for junior and senior years, and then auditioned for and made the Michigan Marching Band for freshman and sophomore years in college. Yup. I'm a nerd! (And I'm gonna go cringe a bit now, because I'm not used to bragging on myself like this and I feel awkward 😅😅).

34. A time I succeeded

Let's see...I'm going to sort of expose my sometimes crippling perfectionism, anxiety, and over-achieving tendencies, here, but I feel like it's still a relevant answer to the question.

Freshman year of college, I was able to bypass "entry level" chemistry courses, and go straight to Organic Chem because I'd done well enough on the AP test in high school. Chemistry was kinda my thing, my "jam", if you will, so I went into college chem more than a bit cocky (which is surprising for me), and the first exam came along, I studied just the night before, because all of my other exams allowed me to do that and sail through with flying colors.

Oh boy did I ever get freaking burned. Even with the class being graded on a curve.

The remainder of the semester went a little bit better, in that I studied well in advance, and all, but with marching band a huge time-suck, plus needing to keep up in my other classes (huzzah for taking the max amount of credit hours one could take in a semester?), I skated through at the end of term with a B- (and let's be real, I was lucky to get that.) But to my little "all A honor roll" perfectionist self, that was...tantamount to failure. So second semester comes around, I'm enrolled in part deux of the class (they split it into Orgo 1 and Orgo 2), I literally ate, breathed, and slept with that hideous lime green textbook at my side, went to study group religiously once per week, and at the end of semester two, wound up with my prized A. (And it would've remained an A even if they'd taken away the curve).

45. Who I want to hug

I would give absolutely anything for one of my grandpa's hugs, right about now. He just had this way of making me feel like I could conquer the freaking world with one hug, even with all of my self-doubt, and I miss that so, so much, every day.

#answered asks #ask game #asks from a moot #mareverine in the askbox y'all #send 'em in i love this!!!

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BONJOUR CARINA! CONGRATS ON 2K LOVELY!!! i mean— think about it. two THOUSAND people in a room. thats a LOT. you deserve it all!

i wanted to do a interpret on what one of the marauders would best fit me! 🤍

i am a slytherin, and my patronus is a tasmanian devil. my hobbies include; piano, dance (mostly ballet, recently got the part of white swan!!), figure skating, lacrosse, and i do a bit of archery. my favorite books are the bell jar or a custom made poem book my mom made me. i have a collection of vinyls, books, and jewelry. my favorite movie is the notebook, the conjuring or little woman. my favorite artists are hozier, cigarettes after sex, taylor swift, the smiths, the police, or ethel cain. my favorite songs are ptolmea by ethel cain, every breath you take by the police, love potions by bj lips, no.1 party anthem (“the look of love” literally made me sob), and do i wanna know cover by hozier. i speak fluent french, russian, english, and spanish since my parents are from moscow + lyon so my last name is confusing as hell. i have really bad anger issues and that being mixed with being a perfectionist sucks because i’ll get pissed off if i can’t get it to look perfect. ive ruined at least one of my leotards because it looked wrong and i got angry and messed it up. alongside crippling anxiety, perfectionism, and anger issues we’ve also got me having low iron! my brain and body just loves me if you can’t tell! 😊 im sarcastic, which you could probably tell by my writing. i’ve been told i act like nina sayers and look like nicole wallace. i have DEADLY blue eyes that i have been told “stare into your soul”, dark brown hair but i swap between that and blonde, and tannish skin with freckles. i tend to isolate myself a lot and my love language is words of affirmation or physical touch. i am for the guys and my celebrity husband is drew starkey + hugh laughton scott. i like chocolate more than anything and i am addicted to coffee, but my best friend is trying to coax me to drink matcha instead because he swears it has more health benefits. i have a lot of friends considering that i have just a SPARKLING personality, but my best friend is a guy and he could perhaps?? like?? me?? anywho!! i have three cats and two dogs, the cats are bengals and my dogs are a dalmation and a daushand. im the oldest sibling and have two half siblings, my parents had me when they were younger and are now not together, i have a step mom who i ADORE and my moms engaged. i love my little brother and sister more than everything (besides my cats, shimmer, sparkle, and shine) even though we have a huge age difference. (literally 11 years.)

anyways ill wrap it up since i was majorly yapping, love u!!

-anon thats vry vry proud of you !! 🤍🤍

hi there beautiful! thank you so much for your kind words<33 i enjoyed your yapping, what a sweet way to take part in my event xx i'm proud of YOU

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i will INTERPRET for anon thats vry proud of me

carina's 2k celebration

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i can see you being with poly!rosekiller!

in general, i think you would fit seamlessly in with the slytherin skittles as you have a very defined and sassy personality while also carrying some mental health struggles. that lot essentially came together based on shared trauma and burdens and bonded from there, so you would always have a home with them. rosekiller specifically i think would be attracted to your intense dedication to and passion for your various endeavors. to be so skilled in everything from languages and literature to sports and arts would not escape their attention. barty needs someone who can keep up with him and be able to handle his sudden side quests and missions, and you seemingly not only would but might even join him. meanwhile, it takes a lot to earn evan's respect, but with your opinionated self (in a good way) and strong-headed approach, i think you would, and that is not something he takes lightly. they would cheer you on so hard and show your accomplishments off whenever they could, even perhaps a bit rudely ("did you hear that potter? the white fucking swan, no one cares if you scored a goal in quidditch"). furthermore, they would know how to handle your anger issues and perfectionism without ever making you feel bad or alienated for it. they've already been doing it for each other for years, they've got the whole process in their muscle memory. they are rather direct, but i think that could be a good thing – not allowing you to self-isolate or fall into a spiral of worries, they're just immediately pulling you up and out. they're big on tough love, but in private they are also privy to coddling, whispering love and support as they help you through every step of life.

#carina's 2k celebration #carina celebrates: 2k followers #interpret #poly!rosekiller

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