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risestarkiss · 11 months ago

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Being Big Red

Rise Ramblings #312

In “What Was Meant To Be” and “What They Became,” I discuss how the turtles were created by Draxum to be weapons and then how the boys were embraced by Splinter to be a part of the Hamato clan.

I also discussed how Splinter viewed television as a window into his former life. He used television as a means to drown himself in a never-ending cycle of reminiscing the past and mourning his former self.

Splinter’s crushing depression, though never voiced, impacted the turtles’ emotional growth and development. As a result, all four brothers had to cope with their father’s lack of attention and his expectations for their lives in their own way…

However, I believe that no one had more pressure placed on them than Raphael Hamato.

Raphael is naturally easy-going, sweet, fun-loving, and supportive. But, as the oldest/biggest turtle, he became the impromptu leader of their little team by default. Consequently, he takes on several different roles for the sake and well-being of his family.

Their day-to-day training regimen is directed completely by him.

He is the boys' moral compass and who they go to for guidance.

He's the team’s backbone, support, and backup, which often cumulates in him acting as a physical shield when things get rough.

And, most significantly, Raph is the leader even when he himself wants nothing more than to crumble to pieces.

Raph is so physically imposing, strong-willed, and devastatingly kind-hearted that it’s easy to expect these roles from him.

But, Raph is also just a child.

In reality, these roles should never have been Raph’s to bear…

Parentification is a process in which a child or adolescent is forced to act as a parent to their siblings (or to their actual parent) through providing emotional support (Emotional Parentification) or physical support (Instrumental Parentification) in order to maintain the household.

I believe that Raphael was subjected to both, but was especially subjected to the former.

All of the roles described above are the roles of a supportive parent to their children (or Sensei to their students.) To verify this claim, you needn’t look further than the roles that Splinter encompassed in any other iteration.

With Raph, none of this responsibility comes naturally. He has to work hard to live up to the pressures and expectations placed onto him, resulting in a dissonance between his responsibilities and his true nature.

I believe that you can see the evidence of this dissonance in his chosen form of dress.

Have you noticed that when Raph casually dresses himself, he mostly wears white?

Even Donnie picked up on this trend when he chose outfits for his brother in "The Clothes Don't Make The Turtle." (See "The Fashionista" for a full breakdown on Donnie's impeccable fashion sense.✨)

Yet, when Raphael is filling a role, or dressing to impress others, Red is his automatic go-to.

It’s almost as if the title of “The Red One” was not one that he chose, but one that was merely placed onto him.

But I digress...

Raph is able to be a pseudo-parent to his brothers and serves to fill in the gaps that their actual father could not fill. However, with no outlet for his own insecurities, all of that pressure had no relief.

And, if you understand chemistry, pressure, with no release, creates an explosion.

“Acting out” is an unhealthy defense mechanism in which one expresses their unacceptable feelings through physical actions.

In this case, the "unacceptable feeling" is disappointment, not at his brothers, or with his father, or with any external force, but with himself. And with no outlet and with no one to turn to for support, that disappointment turns into red hot anger.

He’s so disappointed with himself, in fact, that he reaches his breaking point.

Then finally, finally, he opens up.

And at long last, he gets the support he so desperately needed.

Thus, he is able to ultimately let it all go...

It's so lovely to see that his family does not disappoint.

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Next | Being Baby Blue • Being Purple ○ Part One • Being Purple ○ Part Two • Orange, Baby!

Finale | Being Hamato Yoshi

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abyssruler · 1 year ago

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a dummy’s guide to dating your crush, by lyney

lyney x gn!reader

lyney has loved you from the moment your childish small hands found each other for the first time and never let go. it’s just too bad that you don’t feel the same way, but that was fine, lyney has mastered the art of pretending. or — the one where lyney tries, and fails, to set up a few dates with you, and inadvertently wins your heart in the process.

childhood friends to lovers-ish, delulu lyney, one-sided crush, jealous lyney, slight neuvillette x reader

You and Lyney have always been close, even as children living beneath roof of the hearth and Father’s careful guidance. You were one of the first children to accept him and Lynette when they were still strangers in a new, unfamiliar place.

You were the first person to hold his hand apart from his sister, a brightness to your eyes as you led him to a secret nook that you claimed would be a hiding place for only you and him. You were the first person to make him laugh after a failed mission, the first person who held him as he cried silent tears that he’d tried to hide from his siblings, the first person who kissed his cheek and promised to ease the burden on his shoulders.

You’re the first person he’s loved that isn’t explicitly family, though that isn’t quite right either, because you are family. Not in the same way Lynette and Freminet are family to him, but family in the way two close friends are family—family in the way a man might consider his spouse family.

And it feels almost natural to come to such a conclusion. Like flicking on a light switch and realizing that little has changed save for the fact that he now sees so much more. After all, why shouldn’t his natural conclusion be that you two belonged together the way two spouses would?

You’ve always been close, know each others’ secrets, have each others’ backs, and so much more. It’s a relationship built from years and years of trust and affection, and really, can he be blamed for thinking that your shared history must mean something more? That it has set the foundations for a love so great it could rival romance novels? You’ve known each other since you were children, would and have killed for each other, and he imagines if he asks you if you love him, you would say yes. Never mind the specifics of whether that love was romantic or familial, what mattered was that you would say you love him.

Lyney is so far gone in his delusions and fantasies that he fails to see the glaring fact that he pointedly refuses to acknowledge, the glaring fact that everyone but him has made peace with, because you never go a day without telling everyone how much you like—

“Monsieur Neuvillette!” you call out, a smile lighting up your features as you turned away from Lyney to face the man, the myth, the legend himself.

Neuvillette, also known as the bane of Lyney’s existence.

✧

The proper, rational thing to do was to ask you out on a date, a bouquet of flowers in hand as he invited you to a high-end restaurant or to watch one of the operas showing that night. But, as Lynette would say, when has Lyney ever been rational?

So, he reserved a seat at restaurant that he heard from the grapevine was a popular spot for couples, bragging to the receptionist how he was bringing a date that night. And if he made sure to make his voice come off a little louder, to make his presence more known? Well, it certainly had nothing to do with him wanting rumors to spread of him taking you out on a date in a restaurant well-known for hosting couples. Nope.

“I believe this is your date, Monsieur Lyney?” the receptionist from before asks, a knowing look in her eyes as her gaze darted to yours and Lyney’s clasped hands. He nods in response.

“Monsieur Lyney,” you whispered to him with a teasing laugh that sent his stomach rolling pleasantly—that was, until you realized what the receptionist actually said. “Wait a minute, date?”

Lyney laughs off your confused look, pretending not to have heard the latter part of your statement.

“I hear they serve your favorite dessert here,” he says in a rather horrible attempt at changing the topic that would have had Lynette staring at him with unimpressed eyes. Thankfully, you’re not as sharp as his sister, and thus, more easily distracted by the prospect of delicious food.

Once you’re seated at the table that Lyney had made sure was facing the windows, offering a view of the vast ocean outside, he takes the time to appreciate the much better view in front of him: you with furrowed brows as you squinted at the letters on the menu, your lips jutted out in consideration, a serious look in your eyes like you’re about to decide the fate of the world instead of what you’ll have for dinner.

Lyney finds it all endearing.

He opens his mouth to ask you something—but then he promptly closes it shut when the distant baritones of a voice reaches his ears. Familiar, deep, and so very unwelcome.

Evidently, you hear it too, because the menu on your hands is forgotten in favor of a wide grin that isn’t directed at Lyney, no, you turn your head—swivel, more like—so quickly he almost fears for the state of your neck.

He doesn’t need to turn to know just who that voice belongs to, but the sheer happiness in the tone of your voice is unmistakeable as you raised a hand in greeting for the man who continues to haunt Lyney’s nightmares.

“Monsieur Neuvillette, it’s been a while since I last saw you!”

A while, yes, if six hours ago could be considered a while. Lyney would know, he’d been crouched on top of the tree that overlooked you and Neuvillette as you sat on a bench and spoke in an almost friendly manner. Freminet hadn’t been happy to be dragged into what his younger brother dubbed was a gross violation of your privacy, but it wasn’t a violation of your privacy when you were out in public where any passing stranger could see you. If you asked Lyney, he was only making sure Neuvillette didn’t do anything untoward towards you, like smiling at you, or talking to you, or just being within a hundred-meter wide vicinity of you.

Unfortunately for Lyney, the esteemed Chief Justice of Fontaine did all those things. And as if that wasn’t enough, he even grazed his fingers over your hair when a stray leaf landed on it! Truly a vile man, abusing his authority in order to get close to you and touch your hair, smiling and talking to you as if Lyney didn’t exist. Lyney, who’s known you since you were children. Lyney, who brushed your hair every morning and did everything you asked without hesitation.

Lyney, who was your soulmate!

“Lyney, you wouldn’t mind if the Monsieur sat with us, would you?”

And now Neuvillette had the gall to insert himself in, when Lyney had planned this to be a romantic date for two, not three.

He knows if he said no you wouldn’t push the issue anymore, but you’re looking at him with such hopeful eyes, even clasping your hands together to your chest, that Lyney can hardly find it in himself to say no.

For the rest of the night, he’s forced to endure watching you and Neuvillette make easy conversation while he silently stabs at his steak. He wonders which god he must have offended to make him feel like a third wheel in the date that he himself planned.

✧

It becomes a reoccurring trend.

Lyney would ask you to meet with him, either at the park or by the fountains or in the opera or merely at one of his magic shows—though he never specifically tells you that it’s a date. And before he could make any sort of move to indicate that he feels more for you than a childhood friend should, Neuvillette arrives and takes up all your attention.

It doesn’t seem to be intentional, or even a malicious act. The Chief Justice always seems pleasantly surprised to see you, and he’s never rude to Lyney. It’s just that…

“Monsieur Neuvillette, do you think these flowers would look good displayed by my window?”

The man in question seems to ponder deeply over your words, regarding the bouquet in your hands seriously as though it were a matter of life and death. Lyney remains standing behind the two of you, feeling a little out of place, as though he were the one intruding on Neuvillette’s time with you instead of the other way around.

“Yes, they would fit well with the general backdrop of Fontaine. Although personally,” Neuvillette plucks a single flower from the bundle and places it on your hair, “I think they would look best displayed like this on you.”

Lyney’s jaw drops to the floor. His eyes bulge out of their sockets. His hair begins to fall one by one until his bald head is left shining in the mid-afternoon sun.

I think they would look best displayed like this on you.

Neuvillette’s words keep repeating in his head like a particularly annoying fly buzzing around his ear, taunting him with the fact that while he may hold you freely and spend as much time with you as he can, he will never be the man who so easily captures your attention and keeps it.

You’re smiling, a bashful tint to your eyes as you looked up at Neuvillette beneath your lashes, fingers touching the petals of the flower now nestled in your hair.

It’s a sickeningly romantic scene, like something out of a play or movie or song. Lyney wants to claw his eyes out, though mostly he wants to snatch that flower off your hair and replace it with a rainbow rose, his signature flower. His.

Lyney takes a single step forward to interject, to insert himself into the conversation and make himself known, to keep you from looking at Neuvillette with those eyes that should be directed at him.

But before he can utter a single word, you move to pluck a flower from the bouquet and place it behind Neuvillette’s ear, a mirror image to the one he placed on you.

And it’s like watching something inevitable, like being a bystander to someone else’s story.

Lyney sees you laugh at something Neuvillette says in a tone too low for him to hear, but the happiness and brightness radiating off of you is unmistakable. There’s a bounce to your step as you lead Neuvillette away to whatever store has tickled your fancy, a brief glance thrown in Lyney’s way to make sure he’s still there. An afterthought at best.

As he watches you and Neuvillette parse through the menu of a cafe, the two of you standing so close that a fly would be hard-pressed to find a way between, he comes to the realization that there isn’t space left for him, that just as he thought before, he was the intruder here. The third wheel of a bicycle, the extra cog in a machine, a piece in a puzzle that doesn’t fit.

And it’s painful to acknowledge his own insignificance, but the truth has always been right in front of him, taunting him with your besotted look that isn’t directed at him.

He stands there quietly, thinking to himself that if he were in a play, this would be the prelude to the climax, the one where the unwanted third party finally leaves and allows the two lovers to be together.

So he does just that.

He bids you goodbye, claiming an excuse about promising Lynette to rehearse for their latest show. You’re sad to see him go, but it’s overshadowed by the smile that blooms on your lips when your eyes moves past him and onto Neuvillette. He watches it all with an acceptance akin to a man walking to the executioner’s block.

Lyney leaves, resignation heavy on his chest.

(He doesn’t see the sympathetic pair of eyes that follow his back as he walks away.)

✧

It had been relatively sunny outside that morning, only for a torrential downpour to begin that afternoon. It was during that sudden rainstorm that you knocked on the entrance to the house Lyney and Lynette live in, utterly drenched from the rain with a melancholic smile on your face.

Before Lyney could even begin to tell you to come in and ask you what’s wrong, you beat him to it.

“I confessed my feelings for Monsieur Neuvillette.”

And Lyney feels himself stiffen, limbs locking in place from where he’s half leaning on the doorway, half gesturing for you to enter his home.

He doesn’t know why he’s so surprised about it. He should have seen this coming from miles away—have seen this coming from miles away, he’d simply refused to believe what had always been in front of him. But for your feelings to go that deep that you’d confess…

Before he can fall down into an unending spiral of despair and self-recrimination, you once again upturn his whole word with a few measly words.

“He rejected me though.” You laugh to yourself, more self-depreciating than anything. “And… I suppose it was a bit presumptuous of me to assume that he liked me back.”

There’s a sadness to your eyes that Lyney hasn’t seen since you were children, having seen your first death. And now that same sadness is painted across your face, all because of one man who didn’t see the treasure that was right in front of him.

Lyney would have never done that to you.

But all of that matters little now, because you’re here standing in his doorsteps covered in rainwater, seeking comfort in him instead of anyone else. So, really, what else is he to do but step close and wrap you in his arms? Heedless of the fact that he’ll be getting his clothes wet.

You bury your face in his shoulder, reciprocating the embrace, your arms around him as familiar a sensation as the feeling of the wind on his cheeks and Lynette’s presence by his side. Constant. Something he will always remember.

“Perhaps it’s for the best,” you murmur despondently. “He is the Chief Justice of Fontaine, and I… we are Fatui.”

Lyney feels a jolt of something zip through him at the mention of we, because yes, it has always been you and him (and Lynette and Freminet), him and you. The Magician and his most avid watcher. We, we, we.

So Lyney smiles despite your obvious heartbreak at Neuvillette’s rejection. A part of him knows he shouldn’t be thinking such things when you’re clearly upset, but it’s hard not to do so when his chest has felt the lightest it’s been in weeks.

Is he thankful that Neuvillette rejected you? No, of course not. Not when it’s brought about a melancholic sheen in your eyes and a downcast turn to your lips. But neither is he entirely against Neuvillette’s rejection of you.

He cards his fingers through your hair the same way you used to do with his, back when he still hadn’t quite mastered the art of carefully coiling his hair so that it won’t get in his face.

You eventually pull away, a look of acceptance on your face. Lyney doesn’t think much of it when he reaches out to grab your hand, it’s when you intertwine your fingers together that all thoughts and rationality promptly go out the window.

He wants you so much, and now that you’re finally here, here without anyone to hold him back, he’ll allow himself this one impulsive decision.

“Lyney, thank—”

“What do you say about lunch tomorrow? My treat,” he blurts out, only to immediately flush red when he realizes what he’s just said.

You pause, eyes blinking rapidly for a few moments before you crane your head and look at him, really look at him.

Beyond the mischievous smiles and the lenses of a childhood gone by, beyond the little acts of affection that you’d thought was common between friends—beyond everything that used to color your perception of him, stands someone who is looking at you as though you’re the only person in the entire world who matters. Not the boy who used to follow you around with wide eyes and a hesitant smile. Not the young magician who fumbled with his cards whenever you teased him.

No, this is Lyney. Just… Lyney, with his soft eyes and patient smile with the barest hint of nervousness in the corners of his lips.

And oh, how blind you must have been to miss this.

But you don’t dwell on it, on this newest revelation of Lyney and his feelings for you, because you’re you, and he’s him, and the two of you have an entire life’s worth of time to ponder over friendships and changes and love. It’s easy to place it in a back burner, to be analyzed when you aren’t so drenched in water and Lyney isn’t so deep in his own head.

So, instead of consternating over the realization that your best friend loves you, you settle for a teasing huff.

“Not even a day after I was rejected by my crush, and you’re asking me out on a date?”

Lyney only smiles wider. “Never let it be said that I’m the kind of person who wastes time.”

“You’re incorrigible,” you tell him, but there’s a grin that’s fighting to make itself seen.

“You love it.”

“Yes,” you say softly, “I do.”

It’s not romantic, the manner in which you love Lyney. But as you watch him fret about you needing to take a shower before you catch a cold, you don’t think it would be too difficult to fee the same way.

note: the truth is that neuvillette did actually reciprocate your feelings, it’s just that he realized that depriving lyney of the possibility of love feels almost selfish, and he believes that you’d be happier with lyney than with him. he’s immortal and you’re not, which solidified his decision to reject you bc he has years upon years to find love again while lyney only has a few decades with you. basically, he felt bad about stealing lyney’s crush. and yeah, it suddenly raining was a reflection of neuvi’s mood.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney x reader #genshin lyney x reader #gn reader #hm should this be considered neuvillette x reader too?

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jessamine-rose · 7 months ago

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˖⋆˚♱ଘ Angel’s Tears ଓ♱˚⋆˖

*cries* I thought I was done with Church AU after Priest! Dottore yet here I am with more unholy ideas. Welp, Guardian Angel! Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling, here we go (；ω；)

Tw:: yandere, psychological trauma, blood, violence, death, religious abuse, MDNI

Note:: fictional depictions of religion

♡ 3.8k words under the cut ♡

♡ From the moment of their creation, angels are classified into the Nine Orders. This hierarchy determines their roles in Heaven and Earth, with higher ranks assigned greater levels of power and authority. A special exception is The Strongest Angel, an individual who is neither a Seraph nor an angel from the First Sphere. Rather, the moniker belongs to Il Capitano, the leader of the Powers.

♡ The legitimacy of his title has never been questioned. As a warrior angel, Capitano’s purpose is to vanquish evil. He is the chivalrous knight in bloodstained armor, the nigh-invincible being who strikes fear into the hearts of demons, the ever-righteous angel bound by a paradoxical duty to partake in violence for the sake of everlasting peace.

♡ It is in a small town in Mondstadt, following his victory over a legion of demons, that Capitano encounters you. It is the hour of mass yet you are nowhere near the Church; rather, you have taken sanctuary in a secluded meadow. A book sits on your lap, not a religious text but a tale of dark fantasy. There is a saintlike quality to your countenance, an air of melancholy as delicate as the flowers which surround you.

✿ ⚘

The moment Capitano appears before you, all peace leaves the meadow.

No, this isn’t right. It is normal for humans to feel fear in the divine presence of angels, yet he is donning his human guise. Nonetheless, as soon as his shadow touches your form, you look up and suppress a shriek, your face losing its veil of apathy.

So what exactly did he do wrong?

For your benefit, he remains rooted to his spot. Clarity comes in the form of your gaze flitting to your book, its title printed on the cover in conspicuous letters, the whispers which leave trembling lips.

“I…I can explain! This book—it’s just fiction! There are no real curses or spells inscribed in the text; it doesn’t promote any form of blasphemy!”

Ah, now he understands. You weren’t afraid of him.

Carefully, Capitano takes a step forward and raises his hand in a calming gesture. A gentle expression adorns his false face.

“Be not afraid.”

✿ ⚘

♡ It doesn’t take long for him to understand your wariness. A glimpse into your soul, paired with your quiet explanation, tells the story of an orphan raised by the Church. Only, your Church is one of many founded on distorted beliefs, of violence preached in the name of a cruel god. As a result, your upbringing was marked by strict rules, corporal punishments, and sermons which painted the image of a hopeless child with a weakness for temptation.

♡ Knowing this, Capitano can’t fault you for forsaking God and your Church. Still in his human guise, he promises his silence and leaves the meadow. But once he returns to Heaven, his first course of action is to apply for a position as your guardian angel. It is an easy process—while that role is typically reserved for the lower ranks, there is no shortage of humans in need of spiritual guidance and protection. He only questions why an angel wasn’t assigned to you when you were in greatest need of one.

♡ Henceforth, Capitano becomes a recurring character in your life. Every week, he visits you in the meadow. When you ask for his identity, he claims to be a progressive believer from another town. But rather than enlighten you with the true Word of God, he simply keeps you company and indulges your “vices,” leading to hours spent reading together. Beyond those meetings, he also watches over you to ward off any demons or humans seeking to harm you.

♡ From your end, you slowly warm up to your mysterious companion. He is a man of few words, but his actions always convey a sense of kindness. And despite his faith, he genuinely respects your beliefs and accepts you as you are. At one point, he even gives you a special gift, a quill pen of exceptional quality. The feather, pure white with a soft radiance, must have been sourced from a rare bird of prey.

♡ Over time, however, something changes. Capitano can’t deny that the faults lies with him. His visits, his constant thoughts of you, the ever-blurring line between want and duty…nothing of his behavior can be attributed to an angel’s inherent love for humanity. If that were the case, his love wouldn’t beget heartache. His love wouldn’t beget the temptation to harm others, rooted not in the name of justice but for your own safety. His love wouldn’t beget lust, guilt, dishonor, desires so sinfully evocative of his own fallibility.

♡ The truth is, you were never in need of spiritual salvation. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, what Capitano saw was a pure soul—a good person unlikely to commit evil nor fall into true temptation. Moreover, he knows that your sin of disbelief is forgivable unlike your Church’s sins of violence. That so long as you remain as you are, your soul will not be denied paradise, albeit in a realm of Heaven beyond Capitano’s jurisdiction. So why is he incapable of leaving your side?

✿ ⚘

“I had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.”

As you read the final line, your gaze leaves the book and returns to Capitano.

“What did you think of the story?”

Your shoulder brushes against his own, a tempting sensation. It is all he can do to remain still, to think against seeking out more of your touch, to remind himself that your close proximity is a mere necessity for your current activity.

The left side of the book, bearing the story’s ending, rests in your left hand. The other side is held in Capitano’s right hand, a blank page devoid of hope for a happy ending. When he turns the page, you seamlessly catch it under your thumb to show the next page.

Who knew of the casual intimacies imbued in the act of reading together?

“It was a well-written novel,” he says simply. “Though her sins tarnished her honor, Rosalyne’s sacrifice was an act of love. Her loss did not hinder her faithfulness to Rostam.”

“I feel the same way,” you muse. “Now I understand why this book was banned centuries ago. Forbidden love between angels and humans…it certainly goes against what the Church taught us about angels. I have to give the author credit for their imagination.”

It’s just the two of you again, this time in the library. At the start of winter, you invited Capitano to your workplace. There, in your greatest show of trust, you brought him to a secret room dedicated to texts banned by the Church for promoting “blasphemy.” Fantasy, erotica, anti-Church publications, first editions of censored books, stories which merely deviated from the Church’s popular depictions of spiritual beings.

Molten Moment belongs to the last category. Little do you know that it was based on a true story, that the author had really formed a pact with a demon called La Signora. Capitano himself is mentioned in the story under his true name.

He was one of the few angels who noticed the changes in Rosalyne’s behavior. She used to be a Throne, an angel with no connection to Earth nor humanity. Yet by some twist of fate, she laid eyes on a brave knight from Mondstadt and began to meet him in her human guise.

He was the first to hear of Rosalyne’s sin, that being she saved Rostam’s life during a battle. It was a direct violation of God’s orders: Angels and demons may influence humans, but they are forbidden from directly altering a human’s lifespan.

He was a silent witness to Rosalyne’s descent. She fell from Heaven, burned by her own flames, yet she had never appeared more ecstatic. In the following years, she married Rostam and lived a happy life with him on Earth.

He was the last to recognize Rostam’s soul at the pearly gates, forever separated from his fallen lover. Such had been Rosalyne’s divine punishment, worsened by her knowledge of this possibility. But what else was she to do? To let Rostam know of her true nature? To drag his soul down to Hell, where he’d be subjected to an eternity of undeserved suffering?

Capitano is no fool. As he read Molten Moment, he began to understand Rosalyne’s sin in a new light. Half the time, he couldn’t even concentrate on the text, his human eyes repeatedly drifting to your intense reading expression.

He closes the book, leaving it in your sole grasp. But before he can stand up from the sofa, you scoot closer and lean your weight on him. The book is placed on a nearby table, forgotten.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. Your right hand, empty since the prologue, traces his left hand.

A moment of silence precedes his response. “You may.”

Wordlessly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. A gesture of intimacy, an unspoken confession. Yet as he savors your touch, Capitano wonders if you would harbor the same level of comfort around his true form.

He doubts it. As a Power, he bears an inhuman appearance on par with that of his superiors. It is his true image which has earned him the title of monster by witnessing humans.

Still, he allows himself to indulge in the blessing that is your oblivion. When you look into his two human eyes, there is a soft light in your gaze wholly free of fear.

“Spring is coming soon,” you mutter. “I can’t wait to see the flowers again. Come to think of it, there’s a variety of narcissus which grows only in late spring. It’s very pretty.”

Against his better judgment, Capitano strengthens his grip on your hand. “Shall I take it as an invitation to resume our meetings in the meadow?”

“Sure.” That is when you look up, a small smile adorning your face. “And if you can’t visit for whatever reason, I’ll pick a bouquet and preserve it for you.”

For once, Capitano is rendered speechless.

Rarely do you ever smile. Even to him, you retain your listless disposition—whether it is out of habit or lingering distance, he has yet to discern your reasons. But that is what makes it all the more special, those few instances when he is beholden to your expressions.

He wonders if this is what humans feel in the divine presence of angels, when they are borne witness to all things holy and beautiful.

Your smile is a phenomenon reserved only for the worthiest of souls. And in your grace, he has never felt more undeserving.

✿ ⚘

♡ At the end of winter, a religious war is authorized by the Church of Mondstadt. Shortly after the news reaches your town, Capitano informs you that he will be busy with “work.” He says it during another reading date, featuring Heart of Clear Springs. Before leaving, he kisses your hand and gives you a kind smile. There is a sad look in his eyes, but you don’t inquire further.

♡ In late spring, your town is attacked. With the entire area under fire, from your home to the meadow, you find yourself running back to the sacred building which you’d avoided for years. After all, though the enemy soldiers belong to a different denomination, they still worship the same god as you. In the present, the church is the only place on Earth where you can claim asylum and pray for your survival.

♡ Except every entrance is locked, including the doors to the orphanage. As the army reaches the town square, all you can do is bang on the front doors and beg to be let in. From inside, you can hear the voices of the people that luckily attended mass before the invasion. Some tell you to hide elsewhere, others beg you for forgiveness, a few sound like the nuns and caretakers who tormented you in the past.

♡ Before you can think of another sanctuary, a soldier strikes you. Pain…it has never felt more intense. Through your fading consciousness, you register your body falling and your head hitting the concrete. Blood pools from your forehead and trickles down the steps of the church, tainting it red.

♡ Life flashes before your eyes in a blurry sequence. The static images of God, sermons and bruises, unanswered prayers, people who never believed you or simply didn’t care. A birthday celebrated with your departure from the Church. Sanctuary found in the library followed by the meadow. Yet the numbness remained, each day bleeding into the next in a gloomy haze. In all those years, did you ever feel God’s love?

♡ It doesn’t matter at this point. A small part of you wonders if you should have retained your faith, continued your prayers, sought out salvation in the safety of your solitude. At least then, at the hour of your death, you wouldn’t be confronted with the fact of your humanity. The primal fear of death, the spiritual fear of ending up in Hell no matter Capitano’s reassurances.

♡ Capitano…where is he? Weakly, you call out to him but he doesn’t appear. Of course, why would he? You should feel thankful; it means he is probably safe, wherever he is. Still, you can’t help but wish he were here—if not to save you, as he has done by simply keeping you company, but to comfort you one last time. And those are the thoughts which plague you in your final moments, an unheard prayer on the tip of your tongue.

“I pray that we meet again, myself and the first person who truly loved me.”

♡ ______ died on a cloudy day, one of many people persecuted in the name of God. After the Church was destroyed and its followers slaughtered, their body was buried in a mass grave that once flourished with nature. There was a poignant quality to their countenance, an air of distress as transient as the flowers planted above them.

♡ At least, that is how your story ends from the perspectives of the survivors. But to the angels and demons who witnessed the destruction of your town, your death was only the end of a chapter in your life. In their eyes, Capitano had been present all throughout, an invisible witness to your death, absolute in his refusal to perform an unauthorized miracle.

♡ He remained by your side until the light faded from your eyes. That was when he took notice of the bouquet of narcissus clutched in your hand, tainted with blood despite your feeble efforts to save his gift. A soldier approached your corpse, intending to drag it down the steps for burial; but before they could touch you, Capitano appeared before them.

♡ It was only for a brief second, but the soldier drew back and cowered in fear. In the following days, they were haunted by the memory of the angelic figure who appeared outside the Church of Mondstadt. Or more precisely, the monster who prayed over a bloodstained corpse and took a bouquet of ruined flowers out of their grasp.

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From the moment you wake up, all peace leaves the meadow.

What happened? Your memory comes back in hazy fragments—death, darkness, blinding light, pearly gates, ethereal figures. Most vivid is the sensation of strong arms and soft feathers, a familiar warmth which accompanied you throughout your journey.

As for your current surroundings, you are in a meadow so beautiful that it brings to mind the Garden of Eden. Flowers of every variety bloom across the scenery, some out of season. The sky is bright, sunless, a canvas of multiple colors. There are no other signs of life.

Internally, too, something feels off. A nearby pond provides a glimpse of your reflection—white garments, gold scars in place of your fatal injuries, your disoriented countenance. If this place is what you think it is…shouldn’t you feel at peace, happy even? And why are you alone?

Your gaze lands on a patch of flowers. Pure white, perianth petals, cup-shaped coronas…the same type of narcissus which grew in your favorite meadow. The flowers point in different directions, as though searching for a sun that does not exist.

“You are awake.”

A shadow touches your form, engulfing you in darkness. It bears a large, unrecognizable shape but such details evade you as you recognize the voice behind you.

“Capitano!” Immediately, you turn around, only to gasp and suppress a scream.

The person before you…can you even call him human? He is incredibly tall, to the point that you must crane your neck to see his face—assuming there is one beneath his iron mask. His body is clad in silver armor, stained blood in some places. A halo, shaped like a crown of thorns, shines behind his head.

But what shocks you are his wings. A single pair covered in radiant white feathers and eerily dark blue eyes. Each eye seems to glow with an uncanny aura.

Dark blue eyes with a striking resemblance to Capitano’s. What more for his long black hair and his solemn manner of speaking?

It doesn’t make your revelation any less unsettling.

“Capitano.” Your voice comes out in a nervous whisper. “Is it really you? You’re a…”

“An angel,” he confesses. He takes a step back, widening the distance between your bodies. “I ask that you pardon my appearance. Such was my sacrifice—for my true form, in all of its monstrosity, to be my sole image.”

His human face comes to mind, along with the kind gaze you fell in love with.

You feel the weight of multiple gazes on you. “What do you mean?”

“Is this realm to your satisfaction?” he asks. “I beseeched God to create a special paradise for you, cut off from the rest of Heaven. The price is that your capacity to feel negative emotions remains in this realm…though that is preferable.”

Preferable? How so? Right now, you can barely process what he is telling you. You are dead. Your companion is an angel. Your soul is in paradise, but not exactly.

After everything you’ve been through, you were still deemed worthy of a place in Heaven.

“I am sorry.”

Capitano’s voice brings you back to reality. He has never sounded more serious, emotional, repentant. And when you look up…

Is he crying?

Most of his eyes remain open, focusing on you with a fervent stare. But others are downcast, as if unable to face you. And a few appear glossy, blinking back iridescent tears.

“I am truly sorry.” He bows his head in shame, wings folded. “What I did to you was cruel, an absolute injustice.”

You don’t know which eyes to make contact with. “You—”

“It must have been painful,” he continues. “Even if I were to justify my actions, the truth lies in the fact that I tolerated your suffering for my own selfish desires. And that is why I ask not for your forgiveness, knowing I am the one at fault.”

Silence. In light of Capitano’s confession, all you can do is stare at him and comprehend the weight of your situation. What exactly are you supposed to feel, knowing his betrayal? Knowing that regardless of your feelings, you have nowhere else to go in the afterlife?

Yet despite it all, your prayer came true. The two of you were able to meet again.

And that is what compels you to take a step forward, to come closer until you are standing in front of him. “Hey, it’s…don’t cry.”

A delicate sensation blesses his wings—your hands carefully tracing his feathers to wipe away his tears. Several eyes widen in surprise, but all he can see in your gaze is sympathy.

“I’ll admit, it was painful,” you tell him. “Dying alone. But maybe it’s…better this way. If I survived, I’d have to deal with the loss of my home. And who knows what kind of living hell the other Church would’ve put me through?”

Above all, Capitano is the only person whose love you can believe in.

Hesitantly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. The next words to leave your lips are spoken with certainty, bringing fresh tears to his eyes.

“I’m sure it was an act of love on your part.”

His reaction is sudden, incurring your surprise. But all you can do is surrender to Capitano’s embrace, allow his free arm to hold your waist and pull you closer to him. His wings wrap around you, caging you in soft feathers and eerie blue orbs.

“Capitano?” You can only look up at him, peering into the contents of his mask.

…It’s like staring into an abyss, a night sky dotted with twinkling blue stars. But in the absence of a human likeness, his words express what a face cannot.

“Never again,” he vows, “shall I allow harm to befall you. That is a promise.”

The hand on your waist moves upwards to caress your face. His touch is light, more hesitant than his previous gestures.

“You need not serve God nor partake in fruitful labor like the other souls in Heaven. All I ask is that you rest, indulge yourself, enjoy this paradise to the fullest.”

A flower is pinned to his armor, right above his heart. You recognize it instantly—a narcissus in full bloom, stained with your blood.

“If you desire a flower, it shall grow at once. If there are any books you would like to read, they shall be brought to you shortly.”

What was the name of that variety again? Narcissus triandrus. Angel’s tears.

“If you are in need of my presence, I shall appear before you, so long as I am not in the midst of battle. And should you ever desire the opposite, I can promise my distance.”

When Capitano looks into your eyes, all he can see is his own reflection. Whatever emotion colors your gaze, it casts his true image in a compassionate light.

“I shall do everything in my power to bring you joy for all of eternity. Such will be my penance.”

“...All right.” With that, you close your eyes and lean into his touch. He feels warm, comfortingly familiar. “I’ll trust you on that.”

Rest in peace, ______.

Think not of your mortal body in the beginning stages of decay.

Think not of your tormentors who are paying for their sins in Hell.

Think only of eternity with your beloved savior.

♡

More Church AU here!! Dottore ๑ Arlecchino ๑ Pantalone ๑ Pierro ๑ Dainsleif

Note:: Please do not send me any Church AU asks/ requests involving other characters or dynamics who are not listed in my masterlist.

Aahhhh it's done....this idea turned out much heavier than expected, but I'm glad that I was able to write this!! I hope you all cried over enjoyed the story of Angel! Capitano and his damsel. They were truly a delight to write for~

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sirenmoontarot · 20 days ago

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Your next step 🌟

𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

Group 1

For the people who chose this group, your most important task to embark on right now, is to follow your inner guidance, your inner emotions, the steps your inner persona is telling you to take. There is a sense of movement, a path you have to allow in your life. It is shown in the energies that some of you have lost your way, you have been confused, or even in someone else’s way, your view of truth has been clouded. You might be hiding from your own self and your own inner ‘’flow’�� —your flow of life— and you shy away from facing some situations of your life or reality overall. Because you are not living your life for yourself! I am sorry guys for the message, but it is okay. The cards indicate that you need to distance yourself from something or someone that is contributing to this situation in which you are so distant and detached from yourself, a career, a place, a friend, an ex... The journey involves having to say farewell to this situation, aspect or person. However, you are favoured by fortunate energies, and luck as well, ruled by Jupiter influences shown in this reading. The universe, God is aiding you, you are supported in your journey to find the necessary clarity and success you claim and deserve. It is a journey that requires your commitment but this task is part of your fated path here on earth to do this right now. To find the tools within yourself for your independence, to find your inner light, strength, compass and your own path. Some of you are in a self improvement, self growth journey and you are being given these tasks in order to move forward. You have to know that you are doing well, Spirit is saying and that is just part of the learning process for your ‘’independence’’ which also and very importantly doesn't mean loneliness, ❗️ we need nurturing, reciprocated connections with people. it means to be able to choose your own path and not stray from it, your path has the unique gifts and blessings you are given on this lifetime.

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Group 2

For the second group, the next step you are being led to take is to acknowledge the destructive aspects of yourself, your darkness, the things you are least proud of, the aspects of yourself that seem to hunt you down, these aspects need to be faced, acknowledged and integrated and they will become important parts of your psique, in a developed and integrated way making you wiser, giving you more tools and mental sharpness to go on in life. Right now in your life you are basing yourself in outdated, old ideas and patterns that need, and are doomed to die, these are antiquated, belonging to your past self, a past conception of life, something you acquired that is no longer of good use for your current and future energy. This group is very much focused on love, the energies indicate, that the way ahead involves finding the courage to be sensual again, learning to connect again with others, attaining real intimacy with others, physically, emotionally… and learning to understand your own inhibitions (or excesses) and discovering that Love has its own way to uniting the pieces and kind of making the brew taste wonderfully. This will allow in your life the growth of flourishing, nurturing and fulfilling relationships; if you have fertility problems, this indicates your situation will heal and improve and you will be able to get pregnant; and also, if you couldn't build something stable within a relationship before, in the sense of something material or some sort of goal, vision, or general growth, like owning a home; reaching common goals and plans, bettering your life situations, this reading indicates that you will be led to such accomplishments and completion of mutual goals within a relationship, or even birthing a new life, once you work on the matters described.

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Group 3

Hello guys, for this group, Spirit is highlighting the self-imposed bars you find yourself behind. You have an unbalanced connection and use of your own ego, thinking you are below others, or you give your power a lot to others, almost if you were always submitted to other’s emotions, opinions, wisdom. Your sense of self-esteem and self-worth lacks foundation, you are not in touch with your inner queen or king. The way to go through this is to be okay with being the traits you are so afraid of embodying, or being the ‘’bad’’ person—And I don't mean go out there and be a bad person, it is just giving yourself permission to be free. And also for some of you, to not feel guilty for who you are or what you do. Some of you need to vent, even confess, giving a voice of that persona inside of you who feels guilty. Something might have happened in the past that caused you guilt, well it is time to let it go. Letting it out, speaking your inner emotions will help you to release pressure, which is also an issue being shown in this pile. Accept that sometimes you might not be able to be perfect. Some of you might be performing for others for most time or you could be putting everyone above you, or trusting too much on others for your life choices. This has to stop and all that you have to do is to give voice and express and release all the pent-up emotions and stuff you have inside that keeps you behaving this way. Because you are in jail . As a result, relief and finally a sense of peace will come to you, opening up new and better doors for you, more calmness and inner peace in your life.

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kiame-sama · 2 months ago

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I like the idea that sunset savanna royalty did actually keep a few humans as pets every now and then but they definitely weren't immune from the royals snacking on them.

Another headcanon of mine is that merfolk would often get to talk to human sailors and those who live in port towns, trading human trinkets for things such as pearls and hard-to-catch fish thus endearing them more as I like to think that for a while magic to give merfolk legs was extremely rare and hard to learn

I also like the idea that humans and fae only began to interact when humans began to give them milk and honey like in old folk tales. Most in twisted wonderland were probably very hesitant to interact but the fact that humans were curious enough to give them things to try to draw them out and interact with them is probably what caught their interest to begin with. I definitely think that humans being so curious is what endeared them to the fae and probably the other races of twisted wonderland. Maybe even those who ate them to a small extent but I imagine for the ones that would eat them it was more like how one would feel about seeing a small animal curiously checking out something

The most prized livestock and pet anyone in Twisted Wonderland could possibly own. Humans were expensive and there was a reason they were eaten. Sunset Savana was not the only Kingdom or Queendom to own Humans like pets or objects. The Queen of Hearts was a magicless Unicorn who owned many Human pets. She loved them and would never let anyone mistreat them as well as pampering the several dozen she claimed as her private menagerie, but they were still pets. The Sorcerer of the Sands claimed several as his 'council' but still saw most of them as rather intelligent pets that needed protecting and guidance. The King of the Underworld had an entire island of Humans that could technically be considered his Pet Humans. The Thorn Fairy had a 'council' of Humans as well, though most were only members in spirit, still members of her hoard and therefore her belongings/loved ones.

The Sea Witch was the only one who could give legs to Merfolk for a very long time. Her magic was coveted and regarded as the most valuable of all by many Merfolk. To be close to Humans- for the many that loved them- was a dream. Their Mermaid Princess even fell in love with a Human and was willing to trade her own Freedom just to walk on land with him. It has since become an easier process done with potions that last longer than spells. Still, many stories and traded Human trinkets from those days of Humans out at sea have been immortalized in song, legend, and museums.

The Fae were a long lived variant of many normal species, often far more adept in magic than their average counterparts, many were hesitant to interact with the Fae and the Fae were careful to not get attached to these short lived versions of their own kind. Usually only identifiable by their slit pupils, oddly sharp teeth, pointed ears, and extremely long lifespans, Humans were so enamored and curious with these beings that they just had to try interacting. All it took was one Human life being saved by a benevolent Fae and suddenly all sorts of offerings and treats were being put out in thanks to the Fae. How could they not fall in love with this sweet and determined little species? Like a baby bunny come to sniff at a picnic basket or being gifted a toy from a playful cat that 'hunted' it down, it took so little for the Fae to fall in love with these sweet Humans and decide that Humans were worth protecting.

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moronkombat · 1 year ago

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How about some slow dancing head-cannons for the mk1 men? How they’ll act/ how good they are :)

Not the type to be dancing very often but Reiko is actually very good at it. Slow dancing is very regal for him and he will guide his partner around the floor

Kenshi finds the idea of slow dancing incredibly romantic. It would be done in private, probably the two of you dancing in the kitchen. Neither of you are great at it but that doesn't matter

Slow dancing is unfamiliar to him but he would be wanting to try it after hearing about its romantic implications. He is basically tripping over his own feet but it's okay because the both of you are laughing

Slow and Havik don't go together. The slowest he gets is when peeling flesh from bones. When it comes to dancing he is wild and prefers to be in charge

Rain is very regal when it comes to slow dancing and would invite his partner to dance with him if he felt the mood was right. He practically sweeps you off your feet

Always a fan of flare and dramatics, Shang Tsung would most definitely invite his partner to slow dance. He always ends up wooing his partner in the process

Would only slow dance if it the occasion called for it but even then he would prefer to observe his partner dancing. He finds the sight quite lovely

Definitely wants to slow dance with his lover but there are little opportunities to do so. Would probably do so in private but both of you are horrendous at it and just end up laughing together

Very formal when asking you to dance with him. Raiden tries his very best but the poor man has two left feet when it comes to this but he doesn't mind because it makes you laugh so sweetly

Kung Lao is an amazing dancer when it comes to club scenes. Slow dancing? It's different for him and he's rather stiff but, of course, he claims to be doing just amazing

Awkward and needing guidance. Bi-Han has thought of asking his partner to dance but has always been rather...hesitant because he has no idea how to move like that. His partner shows him and although he never really loosens up, it turns out to be a sweet interaction between the two of you

Surprisingly VERY good at slow dancing. He is graceful with it but still dominating and powerful. He commands his partner into a rather striking duet

Johnny is, well, Johnny and even slow dancing isn't too slow. He always adds some spice or flare to it which really makes it entertaining for you to participate in

Absolutely fantastic at it. He's had many years to refine this skill for you. Liu Kang prefers to dance with you between the stars

Kuai Liang is neither exceptional or terrible. He fits somewhere comfortably in the middle when it comes to slow dancing with his partner. It's not so much about the dance as it about gazing into his partner's eyes

Baraka has not done much dancing in awhile but he thinks it would be nice to surprise you with it. He's...forgotten much but once he starts, the flow comes back to him

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tarotfairy0919 · 5 months ago

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⌦ .｡.:*♡How it will be the month of July 2024 for you?

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Hello everyone! July is almost here so I guess that everyone is curios how this month will be for them. This is a simple and short monthly guidance reading. Pick the pile that you are most drawn to and scroll down to read your monthly guidance reading for March.

Takes what resonate with you because remember that this is just a general reading and it might not apply for everyone.

Don't forget to like/reblog/comment and follow me! I would really appreciate it because it will help my blog grow!

So let's get started! Enjoy! Pile 1 🕯️🖤❀ Pile 2 🕯️🖤❀ Pile 3

Pile 1‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆

🌴🥥🍹 staying organized and prioritizing your tasks

🌴🥥🍹 networking and building connections with others in your industry

🌴🥥🍹 investing in your personal and professional development

🌴🥥🍹 making time for self-care and relaxation

🌴🥥🍹 staying flexible and adaptable in uncertain situations

🌴🥥🍹 seeking feedback and constructive criticism to improve

🌴🥥🍹 setting boundaries with work and personal life

🌴🥥🍹 celebrating your achievements and successes

🌴🥥🍹 staying positive and optimistic in the face of challenges

🌴🥥🍹 taking calculated risks to further your career

🌴🥥🍹 being a team player and collaborating with others

🌴🥥🍹 staying curious and seeking out new knowledge and skills

🌴🥥🍹 being proactive in seeking out new opportunities for growth and advancement.

Monthly affirmation - I face the adventure of life eagerly

Quote of the month - ,,A single rose can be my garden...a single friend my world"(Leo Buscaglia)

Power of love message - Transformation - You use the power of love to move through illusions and shift into awareness

Crystal of the month - Rose quartz - New or renewed romantic love is here for you

Flower of the month - Pink rose

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Pile 2‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆

💿🎧✮ have faith in the universe and trust that everything happens for a reason

💿🎧✮ remember to practice self-care and take time for yourself when needed

💿🎧✮ be mindful of your thoughts and focus on positive affirmations

💿🎧✮ trust in the journey and know that you are exactly where you are meant to be

💿🎧✮ keep an open mind and be willing to learn and grow from every experience

💿🎧✮ stay grounded in the present moment and appreciate the beauty in the world around you

💿🎧✮ trust in the process of life and know that everything will fall into place at the right time

💿🎧✮ believe in yourself and your abilities to overcome any obstacles that come your way

💿🎧✮ trust in your intuition and follow your heart in making decisions

💿🎧✮ embrace challenges as opportunities for growth and learning

💿🎧✮ stay connected with your inner wisdom and trust in your inner strength

💿🎧✮ remember that you are capable of achieving great things and trust in your potential.

Monthly affirmation -I welcome and nurture the new in my life

Quote of the month - ,,A wise man has dignity without pride; a fool has pride without dignity."(Confucius)

Power of love message - Tolerance - You appreciate other points of view because you sense the love in everyone

Crystal of the month - Rhodochrosite- Be gentle with yourself

Flower of the month - Yellow rose

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Pile 3‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆

☀️💛🌟 stay true to your values and goals; stay focused and determined in pursuing your dreams

☀️💛🌟 surround yourself with supportive and positive people who uplift and inspire you

☀️💛🌟 practice resilience and perseverance in the face of challenges; trust that you have the strength to overcome obstacles

☀️💛🌟 make time for activities that bring you joy and fulfillment; prioritize self-care and doing things that nourish your soul

☀️💛🌟 be open to new experiences and opportunities for growth; step out of your comfort zone and embrace the unknown

☀️💛🌟 stay connected to your higher self and spiritual beliefs; find solace and guidance in moments of uncertainty

☀️💛🌟 remember that setbacks and failures are a natural part of the journey; learn from them and use them as opportunities for growth

☀️💛🌟 celebrate your victories and accomplishments, no matter how small; acknowledge your progress and give yourself credit for your hard work

☀️💛🌟 trust in yourself and the path you are on, trust that you have the power to create the life of your dreams.

☀️💛🌟believe in your own strength and resilience to overcome any obstacles that come your way

☀️💛🌟keep shining bright, the world needs your light.

Monthly affirmation -I am serene and still.

Quote of the month - ,A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace(Tennessee Williams)

Power of love message - Commitment - You dedicate yourself to your beliefs wholeheartedly, knowing that love is the essence of your very being

Crystal of the month - Rubellite- Be gentle with yourself

Flower of the month - Dahlia

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aronarchy · 10 months ago

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A copy of the first reading list, if you dislike clicking on Google docs links:

The liberal news media is working overtime to silence Palestinian voices. As we sit thousands of miles away, witnessing the massacre through social media, the least we can do is educate ourselves and work to educate others. Apartheid threatens all of us, and just to reiterate, anti-Zionism ≠ antisemitism.

Academic Works, Poetry and Memoirs

The Revolution of 1936-1939 in Palestine: Background, Details, and Analysis, Ghassan Kanafani (1972)

Palestinians: From Peasants to Revolutionaries, Rosemary Sayegh (1979)

Popular Resistance in Palestine: A History of Hope and Empowerment, Mazin Qumsiyeh (2011)

My Life in the PLO: The Inside Story of the Palestinian Struggle, Shafiq al-Hout and Jean Said Makdisi (2019)

My People Shall Live, Leila Khaled (1971)

Poetry of Resistance in Occupied Palestine, translated by Sulafa Hijjawi (Baghdad, Ministry of Culture and Guidance, 1968)

On Palestine by Ilan Pappé and Noam Chomsky (2015)

Gaza in Crisis: Reflections on the US-Israeli War Against the Palestinians, Noam Chomsky and Ilan Pappé (2013)

The Politics of Dispossession: The Struggle for Palestinian Self-Determination, 1969-1994, Edward W. Said (2012)

Queer Palestine and the Empire of Critique, Sa’ed Atshan (2020)

Stone Men: The Palestinians Who Built Israel, Andrew Ross (2019)

Ten Myths About Israel, Ilan Pappé (2017)

Blaming the Victims: Spurious Scholarship and the Palestinian Question, Christopher Eric Hitchens and Edward W. Said (2001)

Palestinian Walks: Notes on a Vanishing Landscape, Raja Shehadeh (2010)

The Gun and the Olive Branch: The Roots of Violence in the Middle East, David Hirst (1977)

Gaza: An Inquest into Its Martyrdom, Norman Finkelstein (2018)

Fateful Triangle: The United States, Israel and the Palestinians, Noam Chomsky (1983)

Israel and Palestine: Reappraisals, Revisions, Refutations, Avi Shlaim (2010)

Politicide: Ariel Sharon’s War Against the Palestinians, Baruch Kimmerling (2006)

The Holocaust Industry: Reflections on the Exploitation of Jewish Suffering, Norman G. Finkelstein (2015)

Light in Gaza: Writings Born of Fire, Jehad Abusalim (2022)

Nakba: Palestine, 1948, and the Claims of Memory, Ahmad H. Sa’di and Lila Abu-Lughod (2007)

Peace and its discontents: Essays on Palestine in the Middle East peace process, Edward W. Said (2012)

Three Poems by Yahya Hassan

Articles, Papers & Essays

“Palestinian history doesn’t start with the Nakba” by PYM (May, 2023)

“What the Uprising Means,” Salim Tamari (1988)

“The Palestinians’ inalienable right to resist,” Louis Allday (2021)

“Liberating a Palestinian Novel from Israeli Prison,” Danya Al-Saleh and Samar Al-Saleh (2023)

Women, War, and Peace: Reflections from the Intifada, Nahla Abdo (2002)

“A Place Without a Door” and “Uncle Give me a Cigarette”—Two Essays by Palestinian Political Prisoner, Walid Daqqah (2023)

“Live Like a Porcupine, Fight Like a Flea,” A Translation of an Article by Basel Al-Araj

Films & Video Essays

Fedayin: Georges Abdallah’s Fight (2021)

Naila and the Uprising (2017)

Off Frame AKA Revolution Until Victory (2015)

Tell Your Tale Little Bird (1993)

The Time That Remains (2009)

“The Present” (short film) (2020)

“How Palestinians were expelled from their homes”

Louis Theroux: The Ultra Zionists (2011)

Born in Gaza (2014)

5 Broken Cameras (2011)

Little Palestine: Diary of a Siege (2021)

Al-Nakba: The Palestinian catastrophe - Episode 1 | Featured Documentary

Organisations to donate to

Palestine Red Crescent Society - https://www.palestinercs.org/en

Anera - https://support.anera.org/a/palestine-emergency

Palestinian American Medical Association - https://palestinian-ama.networkforgood.com/projects/206145-gaza-medical-supplies-oct-2023

You First Gaza - https://donate.gazayoufirst.org/

MAP - Medical Aid for Palestinians - https://www.map.org.uk/donate/donate

United Nations Relief and Works Agency - https://donate.unrwa.org/-landing-page/en_EN

Palestine Children’s Relief Fund - https://www.pcrf.net/

Doctors Without Borders - https://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/what-we-do/where-we-work/palestine

AP Fact Check

https://apnews.com/article/israel-hamas-gaza-misinformation-fact-check-e58f9ab8696309305c3ea2bfb269258e

This list is not exhaustive in any way, and is a summary of various sources on the Internet. Please engage with more ethical, unbiased sources, including Decolonize Palestine and this list compiled by the Palestinian Youth Movement.

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fanaticsnail · 10 months ago

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snail! my favorite writer, my idol, i have a request.

i am sick at the moment (it's not bad but it's not great) and i had a thought: the one piece men caring for their sick partner.

honestly just thought it would be cute and fluffy. and since you (in my humble opinion) are the best writer, would you consider writing this little drabble, this little writing exercise?

like it could be the straw hats or it could be cross guild, take your pick.

sincerely,

your #1 fan :)

Masterlist here

Pulling a Galadriel, my dear sweetheart: “I asked her for one hair from her golden head… and she gave me three.” And three, my dear, you shall have. Sending my love and desire for a swift recovery for you @bonedaddi3!

Warnings: fluff, not established relationship, sick!reader, gn reader, kissing. Word count: 200+ per character (Zoro, Sanji, Mihawk)

Get Well Soon

As your illness spreads through your body, you realize your every fiber is aching with each small movement. Your performance is dropping, your energy is dwindling. The overwhelming desire to sleep where you stand has you cathartic and longing for its quick slumber to claim you in its restful embrace.

Zoro

From his reclined position lying on the deck of the going merry, his skin basking like a reptile under the heat of the glowing sun; he peeked through the smallest crack of his eyelids to examine you. Huffing out a breath of frustration, he growls as he immediately springs up to his feet and charges at you. As he drew himself as close to you as he could without touching you, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows at you.

Exhausted, you forced your chin upwards and looked at the first-mate through half-hooded eyes and attempted a lazy smile at him. This seemed to force his scowl deeper, his eyes more intense as he crouched down and immediately grasped the back of your knees to thrust you over his shoulder and effortlessly carry you below decks.

“Zoro! What are you doing?” you shrieked, huffing as the world began to swirl further in your grogginess. He grunts in response, using his heavy boots to kick his way through doors rather than to utilize his free hand.

As you witnessed the light of the sun begin to become shielded by the hallway’s door, you physically slumped against the wide and muscular shoulders of the swordsman. After several further turns and doors open, you find yourself being unceremoniously thrown onto the plush mattress of your bed. As soon as your back meets with the duvet, you begin to hastily rise up onto your elbows behind you - only to find yourself met with the splayed fingertips and open palm pushing you back onto the bed.

“Sleep,” he growled at you, his frown continuing to hold firm and unwavering on his face.

“But I-,” you began, your words being removed from your lips by another hard shove onto the mattress and another command from the first mate.

“-Sleep,” he again commanded, holding his hand firmly atop your chest and giving you on last little shove to hold you in place before removing his hand from your chest and stomping his heavy footsteps over to the door. He halted one final time, fingers almost brushing with the door handle before he turned back around and briskly walked back over to you.

Hesitantly, he stooped low and pressed his chapped lips atop your burning forehead. This gentle gesture from the first-mate had your eyes widening and heart pounding within your chest, his kiss feeling completely foreign but not unwelcome. As he drew his lips away from your head, his cheeks tinted with a small hue of pink, he uttered quietly.

“Get well soon.”

Sanji

As if sensing your illness before you had even truly allowed it to embrace you yourself, two strong arms immediately wove themselves around your shoulders with a heavy, weighted blanket. You couldn’t process the hastiness of his guidance, opting to wordlessly allow him to lead you wherever he decided to take you.

Circling your body in a cocoon, the chef of the going merry chaperoned you within his embrace into the kitchen and shepherded your body into the corner booth atop the comfortable pew. He looked over your face without his gaze meeting your eyes, adjusting the heavy duvet to circle around you and join at the front with ease. He crouched down and removed your shoes, tucking them beneath the suspended dining table and looking into your eyes.

“Comfortable, dear?” He asked you, a warm smile adorning his lips as he stared his gray eyes deeply into your own. That small question is what finally broke you, the innocence in his face as he humbled himself before you had your heart soaring in appreciation. You allowed yourself a small nod to bob your head in confirmation. Sanji chuckled, placed a small, chaste kiss atop your knee and rose from his crouch towards the sink.

Pouring burning water from the tap, he began soaping up his hands before retrieving a stainless-steel knife from his collection and sharpening rod. He began dragging the knife to and fro to ensure its peak condition twirling the blade between his fingers once he had finished.

“I’m going to make you something,” he declared, walking over to the fridge and flashing you a winning smile, “All you need to do is sit there, look pretty,” he shot you a small wink, “And get well soon.”

Mihawk

“Again,” he barked, watching as you fought through the pain to swing your claymore against the target and meet the board with a less than stellar connection. Mihawk’s displeasure was written all over his face, his eyes narrow and lips curled into a deep scowl.

“Run the drill again,” he commanded you, rising to his feet and stalking slowly to approach you. You huffed out a frustrated breath, your body screaming at you to stop forcing it to perform; but the overwhelming desire to please your mentor by serving him with your skill drove you on.

His eyes scanned you, noticing your slight change in hue. The amount of sweat pouring from your temple down your chin didn’t seem to be in reaction to the drill you were running, but rather your lethargy in illness. But he refused to allow you the luxury of commanding you to stop.

“My lord,” you panted, dropping the tip of the blade to the floor and keeling over in pain at your body’s inability to continue fighting, “My lord, I’m sorry. I’m letting you down. I just want to make you proud-.”

“-There is nothing you could ever do to make me less proud of you,” he sliced through your words and immediately found himself at your side, “And the greatest thing you can do when fighting an unwinnable battle is to ask for help.” He wove himself beneath your right arm, hoisting you up by hooking his right arm around your knees and cradling you into his chest with his left.

As he raised you within his arms, you couldn’t help but lace your arms around his neck and shoulders as he carried you back towards the gloomy castle of Kuraigana. You placed your forehead against the skin of his bare shoulder, almost causing a small flinch at the elevated temperature from your mentor.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his flesh, closing your eyes as he carried you and beginning to fall into a slumber. Mihawk checked over you, watching as your breathing steadied as the final wave of exhaustion crashed against you and toppled you into bliss.

“Allow me the luxury of nursing you back to health,” he whispered against your hairline, placing his lips gently atop your fallen strands, “I need you to get well soon, and I will do anything in my power to ensure you’re returned to your prime once more.”

Mini, apprehensive, tag list: @gingernut1314 @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @sordidmusings

#x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #mihawk x reader #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #dracule mihawk #op drabble #one piece #opla #one piece live action #opla fic #mihawk #zoro #sanji #op minific #vinsmoke sanji #get well soon

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mothwingwritings · 1 year ago

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Hrnnnngh because the whole Yujiro stepdad mindset will never leave me, I keep getting possessed with this thought: What if Baki and Jack had misguided feelings for their little step sis just like their father does???

(Warning for stepcest and noncon mentions, proceed w/caution)

Baki would be in deep denial over it. His feelings over you are natural. He just wants to protect you. That’s why he fantasizes and plots about luring you over and caging you in in his underground training room. He knows firsthand how threatening the outside world is, how much danger lurks around each corner, and now that Yujiro is seeking you out specifically, that just makes everything THAT much more dangerous.

You’re so pretty and kind, trusting of people even when they don’t deserve it. He was an absolute idiot for not seeing the dangers that put you in earlier. Living with him you would be safe and cared for, gluing himself to your side to personally assure that. He could barely contain himself when he thought of you nestled in his arms each night, snuggling close, so incredibly thankful to have such a loving and strong brother to protect you. With how much you revere and care for him, surely you’d have no objections to his hands roaming your body, or his lips stealing a kiss as a small show of thanks. You’re so sweet and he loves you so much that all he wants to do is give that affection back to you tenfold, even if you struggle to accept it.

Jack is much more cognizant that his feelings towards you are abnormal, but he warps it in his head to fool himself into believing that his intentions towards you are just that of a loving (albeit overprotective) older brother. Though not by blood, you are still his little sister. It’s natural for you look to him for protection and guidance, and truly that is all he is trying to provide. And as your elder brother he knows best, so you really shouldn’t be questioning just how much he hovers and inserts himself into your personal affairs. How else would you have known that that guy you were crushing on was a complete asshole, or those friends of yours were talking about you behind your back? No need to hurt yourself further by looking into his claims, just believe what your big brother says. He would never betray you like that.

He loves you and would never want to cause you intentional harm or discomfort… But when he thinks of another man touching you, holding you, kissing you, fucking you it sends him into a spiraling rage of all consuming jealousy. No one loves you like he does, no one can protect and provide for you like he can, and he’ll be damned if he lets someone else try and take you from him. The world isn’t deserving of the light you bring to it, and he’ll do whatever it takes to lock you away from the cruelties of the world, even if that makes him an even crueler person in the process.

And when Baki and Jack find out what Yujiro had done to you, how he had staked his claim and had his way with you while they remained none the wiser… Enraged doesn’t even cover it. How DARE he assault you, their precious and perfect little sister? How dare he ravage you, rip you apart in a torrent of carnal desire, violating you and forcing you to the brink of unwanted pleasure… It made their heads spin, their skin crawl.

There was no doubt that the sins their father had committed against you made them furious, delirious with hatred over how he had hurt you. But more than anything the distress they felt stemmed from the single sickening belief they both shared-that instead of Yujiro that night forcing himself inside you, fucking you to oblivion, it should have been them.

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harmonysanreads · 1 year ago

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Important question.

Do you think that crybaby emotionally unsmart rain peepaw has a high chance of accidentally misunderstanding a compliment from his darling as darling courting him?

Very charming description anon, 10/10.

Definitely possible, especially if he's deep in his feelings for you. He has a few points to justify himself as well. Firstly because that's what his intention is when he compliments you, so he assumes it must be yours as well. He's seen plenty of couples exchanging sweet words and young men showering their person of interest in compliments (an act he'd later come to know as flirting and which would create an entirely new predicament) so, he's quite confident he's on the right track. After all, if you wanted to pursue a relationship with someone, you'd naturally want to soften them with every move at your disposal, right? The fact that compliments can come from a friendly perspective eludes him entirely due to his hyper-focus on his own goal.

Neuvillette is the type of person who always returns any kind words directed to him, every time you compliment him or even go close to that territory, he makes sure to return them with the utmost sincerity. It's easy for him to find something to say because his attention is glued to you the moment you enter his eye-sight. Sometimes, words escape him before he can even think, which has led to some awkward situations. He doesn't expect the same treatment from you, but if you did the same for him, he'd be ecstatic. He's in such a good mood for the rest of the day, with the widest smile and flush on his face that the news makes it to the front page of the Steambird the very next day.

Neuvillette also “rationalizes” his feelings based on existing records and dubious advice from his surroundings, because he lacks proper guidance in making him process his own emotions. He's been under the assumption that you like—no, love him as well for quite a while. Accordingly, he's been making preparations to alleviate your relationship to the next level. So, imagine his confusion when you awkwardly clarify that you don't, in fact, see him in that way. You're relieved when you see that he isn't offended, the Chief Justice even apologizes for jumping to conclusions. A few moments pass and he's still thinking over everything before he abruptly claims that you're lying. Ohhh, he gets it. You must be shy, is all! No need to admit it now in that case, he's a patient man after all. However, do not be fooled to believe that he'll take anything but ‘yes’ as an answer.

#do you see how he can be frustrating now #worst thing is how ‘understanding’ and polite he is about it all #makes you feel guilty for even considering rejecting him #he's such an unintentional gaslighter #neuvillette brainrot #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere genshin x reader

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yxlnst · 6 months ago

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SEVENTEENS REACTION

🎀 : Baking a cake with them

🧸 : Fluff

🧸 - - - - - - - - - - - - 🎀 - - - - - - - - - - - - 🧸

S.Coups 🍒

S.Coups, the leader and father-figure type, would be all about making sure you had everything you needed to bake successfully. He'd set up all the ingredients on the counter, checking them twice to ensure nothing was missing. He'd grin as you walked in, already wearing a colorful apron that he'd picked out just for you two. “Ready, chef?” he’d ask, giving you a playful wink.

As you started measuring ingredients, he'd joke about his precision skills, leaning close to read the measurements with you. “You sure that’s enough sugar? I think we could use a bit more.” And with that, he’d add a heaping tablespoon, making you laugh. While the cake was baking, he'd keep you entertained with stories, maybe even serenading you with a random love song, guitar in hand. When the cake came out, he’d be the first to offer a taste, his eyes lighting up as he praised your skills.

Jeonghan 😇

Jeonghan, the mischievous one, would make baking a fun challenge. As soon as you entered the kitchen, he'd be up to some prank, like hiding an ingredient or pretending to drop the eggs. You'd laugh and playfully hit his arm, but he'd flash that innocent smile, pretending like he did nothing wrong. “What? I’m just helping!” he'd say with a cheeky grin.

He'd be the type to take over the mixing bowl, claiming that his way was the best. You’d watch him work with confidence, adding just a little extra of this or that, insisting it would make the cake taste better. While the cake baked, he'd playfully tease you, maybe even swipe some frosting onto your nose, leading to a playful frosting fight. When the cake was ready, he'd cut you a large slice and insist you both share it, feeding each other bites as he made exaggerated “yum” noises.

Joshua 🦌

Joshua, the gentleman, would be all about making sure you were comfortable and having fun. He'd greet you at the kitchen door with a warm hug and an apron with little hearts on it, just for you. He’d set everything up neatly, making sure you had a clear space to work. “Let’s make this the best cake ever,” he'd say, giving you a soft smile.

As you worked, he'd be attentive, asking if you needed help with anything and offering gentle guidance. He'd make baking into a bonding experience, taking the time to chat about your day and listening intently. While the cake was baking, he'd suggest playing some soft music to set the mood, maybe even pulling you into a slow dance while you waited. When the cake was ready, he'd carefully cut a slice and offer it to you first, watching your reaction to see if you liked it, his eyes filled with affection.

Jun 🐱

Jun, the quiet charmer, would approach baking with a laid-back attitude. He'd be in the kitchen waiting for you, leaning against the counter with a relaxed smile. “Ready to bake something amazing?” he’d ask, handing you an apron with a simple design. He'd be attentive but not overbearing, letting you take the lead while offering occasional suggestions.

As you mixed the ingredients, he'd be at your side, helping to stir and watching you with a gentle gaze. He'd be the type to quietly enjoy the process, his calm demeanor making the whole experience feel soothing. When the cake was in the oven, he’d suggest relaxing on the couch with some tea, maybe watching a favorite show while it baked. Once it was ready, he’d carefully decorate the cake with you, ensuring it looked as good as it tasted. You’d share the first slice, with Jun giving you a warm smile as you tasted it.

Hoshi 🐯

Hoshi, the energetic and enthusiastic one, would turn baking into a lively event. As soon as you stepped into the kitchen, he’d be bouncing around, talking about how he planned to make the best cake ever. He'd hand you an apron with bright colors, making a big deal about how you both looked like professional chefs.

While you were mixing ingredients, he’d constantly make jokes and do little dance moves to keep the energy high. He'd be the type to make a mess, accidentally spilling flour or splattering cake batter, but he'd make it fun, laughing at his own clumsiness. During the baking process, he’d suggest playing some upbeat music and might even pull you into a dance-off in the kitchen.

When the cake was ready, he'd be the first to dive in, taking a big bite and exclaiming, “Delicious!” He'd insist on sharing the cake with you, each bite filled with laughter and his infectious energy.

Wonwoo 🐈‍⬛

Wonwoo, the calm and introspective type, would approach baking with a relaxed and thoughtful attitude. He'd have all the ingredients organized and ready for you, greeting you with a gentle smile as you entered the kitchen. “I think this is going to be a great cake,” he'd say, handing you an apron that was simple yet elegant.

While you worked on the cake, he'd be right by your side, assisting with the measuring and mixing. He'd make quiet but thoughtful comments, discussing the recipe and suggesting subtle changes to improve the flavor. His calm presence would make baking feel like a peaceful and enjoyable experience.

While the cake baked, he'd suggest reading a book together or just talking quietly about your day. Once the cake was ready, he'd carefully slice it and offer you a piece, watching your reaction with interest. He'd be the type to savor each bite, appreciating the taste and the time spent together.

Woozi 🍚

Woozi, the focused and detail-oriented one, would approach baking with a sense of precision and creativity. He'd greet you with a shy smile, handing you an apron that had a musical note design, a nod to his passion for music. “Let's make something special,” he'd say, already thinking about how to make the cake unique.

He'd be meticulous in measuring ingredients, ensuring everything was just right. As you worked together, he'd offer tips and suggestions, showing his creative side by suggesting unique flavors or decorations. While the cake was baking, he'd keep the conversation light and enjoyable, maybe sharing stories from his childhood or talking about his favorite songs.

Once the cake was ready, he'd take the lead in decorating, focusing on making it look perfect. He'd carefully add the final touches, ensuring it was visually stunning. When you tasted it together, he'd watch your reaction intently, hoping you liked the result. He'd give you a rare smile when you approved, clearly proud of your teamwork.

DK ⚔️

DK, the cheerful and outgoing one, would turn baking into a high-energy and joyful experience. He'd be in the kitchen, already singing along to upbeat music, and he'd greet you with a big smile and a warm hug. “Let’s make this cake amazing!” he'd say, handing you a brightly colored apron that matched his enthusiasm.

As you worked together, he'd keep the atmosphere light and fun, making jokes and breaking into song at random moments. He'd be quick to offer help, maybe a little too enthusiastic, accidentally causing small messes but always laughing it off. His energy would be infectious, making baking feel like a party.

While the cake was baking, he'd suggest playing a game or maybe even having a mini karaoke session, his voice filling the kitchen with joy. Once the cake was ready, he'd dive right in, taking a big bite and making exaggerated “mmm” noises. He'd share the cake with you, each bite filled with laughter and playful teasing.

Mingyu 🐶

Mingyu, the tall and charming one, would approach baking with a mix of confidence and playfulness. He'd be in the kitchen, setting up all the ingredients with a big smile on his face. He'd greet you with a warm hug and hand you an apron that was surprisingly stylish. “Ready to bake with the best?” he'd ask, playfully flexing his muscles to show off.

As you worked together, he'd be quick to take the lead, showing his natural flair for cooking. He'd offer tips and tricks, making you feel like a professional chef. While the cake was baking, he'd suggest taking a break to enjoy some snacks or drinks, making the waiting time feel like a mini-date.

Once the cake was ready, he'd take charge of decorating, using his creativity to make it look amazing. He'd playfully smear some frosting on your nose, laughing as you tried to get him back. When you tasted the cake, he'd be eager to hear your thoughts, hoping it met your expectations. His charming smile would light up when you approved, making the whole experience feel special.

The8 🐸

The8, the artistic and laid-back one, would bring a sense of calm and creativity to baking. He'd be in the kitchen, setting up everything neatly and efficiently. He'd greet you with a gentle hug and hand you an apron with a simple yet artistic design. “Let's create something beautiful,” he'd say, his voice soft and soothing.

As you worked together, he'd offer creative suggestions, like adding unique flavors or artistic decorations. He'd be patient and attentive, guiding you through the process with a relaxed demeanor. While the cake was baking, he'd suggest doing something artistic, like drawing or painting, to pass the time.

When the cake was ready, he'd take the lead in decorating, showing off his artistic flair. He'd carefully add the final touches, making sure the cake looked as good as it tasted. Once you tasted it together, he'd watch your reaction with interest, his calm smile indicating his approval. He'd make baking feel like a peaceful and creative experience.

Seungkwan 🍊

Seungkwan, the lively and extroverted one, would make baking a high-energy and entertaining experience. He'd be in the kitchen, already singing along to music, and he'd greet you with a big smile and a warm hug. “Let's bake something amazing!” he'd say, handing you an apron with a fun design.

As you worked together, he'd keep the atmosphere light and fun, constantly making jokes and breaking into song. He'd be quick to take over certain tasks, insisting he knew the best way to mix or measure. His energy would be infectious, making baking feel like a party.

While the cake was baking, he'd suggest playing a game or having a mini karaoke session, his voice filling the kitchen with energy and laughter. Once the cake was ready, he'd dive right in, taking a big bite and making exaggerated “mmm” noises, making you laugh. He'd share the cake with you, each bite filled with playful teasing and his infectious charm.

Vernon 👽

Vernon, the laid-back and cool one, would approach baking with a relaxed and easygoing attitude. He'd be in the kitchen, setting up the ingredients with a calm demeanor. He'd greet you with a friendly smile and a light hug, handing you an apron with a simple design. “Let's make this cake our own,” he'd say, showing you the setup he'd prepared.

As you worked together, he'd be attentive but not overbearing, letting you take the lead while offering occasional suggestions. His calm presence would make baking feel relaxing and enjoyable. While the cake was baking, he'd suggest listening to music or watching a show, making the waiting time feel chill and fun.

Once the cake was ready, he'd take the lead in decorating, showing his creative side by suggesting unique decorations or designs. He'd be the type to keep it simple yet stylish, focusing on the details to make it look just right. When you tasted the cake together, he'd give you a relaxed smile, enjoying the moment without much fuss.

Dino 🦖

Dino, the energetic and enthusiastic maknae, would make baking a lively and playful experience. He'd be in the kitchen, already bouncing around with excitement. He'd greet you with a big smile and a high-five, handing you an apron with a fun and youthful design. “Let’s make this cake awesome!” he'd say, his eyes filled with energy.

As you worked together, he'd be full of energy, constantly joking and making playful comments. He'd be the type to get a little too enthusiastic, accidentally causing small messes, but always laughing it off. While the cake was baking, he'd suggest playing a game or having a mini dance-off, his energy keeping things lively.

Once the cake was ready, he'd dive right in, taking a big bite and making exaggerated “mmm” noises, making you laugh. He'd share the cake with you, each bite filled with laughter and playful teasing. He'd turn the whole baking experience into a fun and memorable adventure, making you feel like you were on a joyful rollercoaster ride.

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