#dear white people season 4

[queen-of-nightmare-16]

Can I request Warwick Vander and daughter reader where they reunite in Viktor sanctuary after Vander gets his memories back. She’s scared a bit, and the last time they spoke it was a huge fight and she said she hates him. And it’s Hurt/comfort.

GHOSTS | Vander/Warwick X Daughter Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS - Threat • Injury • Angst • Mention of death • Comfort • Season 2 Spoilers! • Reunions

PAIRING: Vander/Warwick X Fem Daughter Reader

SUMMARY: you were Vander’s daughter and forced to leave the Undercity after your family’s deaths. Only to return when one of your companions needs healing from a mysterious herald and you realises ghosts do exist?

WORD COUNT: 2.9K

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“You sure this guy can help?” You asked your second in command.

Rek’yr, a large powerful white bear Vastaya, crossed his arms over his broad chest glancing back to the rest of your crew. “It’s all I’ve heard recently. Shimmer addicts, crippled children, all of them: back up on their feet, healed and better than ever,” he replied in a gruff voice, glancing down to one man in particular. “Could be Fink’s only chance”.

A grimace set on your face as you glanced down to the man in particular. Well, rather young lad. 17 and dumb as a bag of rocks but fiercely loyal and brave. Brave enough to stupidly take on a large Noxian warrior at a check point only to take a blade in the gut. No, matter what your healers did, he wasn’t getting better. Maybe the blade had been coated with a poison of some kind or it had nicked an artery, either way your people didn’t have the facilities or equipment necessary to check. Then you heard the rumour. A man -- or a herald -- that could heal anyone of any ailment.

There was no could about it. It was Fink last chance. The only problem it took you into the depths of the Undercity. A place you hadn’t called home for 8 years now. Ever since … that night.

Many people of the Undercity was shocked that when the Uprising ended in failure, the famed Hound of the Underground starting adopting children of the fallen. First the two daughters of one of his closest friends. Then two boys. But they always seemed to forget that he already had one by blood. You. It was a classic love story of the Lanes. Two dumb teens getting together and 9 months later another mouth to feed was born. There was no malice between your parents. They loved you equally, yet you lived with your mother as Vander was one of the leaders of the Uprising. Always said it would be too dangerous to stay with him. That was until she too fell that day on the bridge and Vander brought you home to The Last Drop. Your family had grown exponentially as did your responsibilities. Now the older sister to 4 new siblings.

But fate deemed your happy family was not to last.

“Hey, you still alright being here?” Rek’yr asked noticing your discomfort. “If it’s too much--“.

“I’ll be fine,” you lightly snapped, immediately feeling regret wash over you. “Sorry. Let’s … let’s just help Fink and get out of here”.

With your order, Reky’yr and another one of your crew picked up the stretcher carrying Fink and continued through the canyons. Following each curve and twist of the rock, until it came to an open area. More people of different varieties entering the compound, all with their own issues or injuries. It was more than a shock when you were greeted at the entrance by a familiar face. Huck. He seemed lighter, more content, less afraid. With weird white swirls to the right of his face, along with five prominent evenly spaced dots on his forehead.

“Dear Y/N, lovely to see you again,” he greeted politely with a bow of his head. Even after all these years, he still recognised you.

“Huck? Is that you?” You said almost speechless.

“Yes,” he nodded, his new watercolored eyes glancing over your shoulder to spot your companions. “In need of help?”.

“Y-yeah. My friend, he’s been stabbed,” you explained, waving Rek’yr forwards. Huck stared somewhat blankly down at Fink, his face covered in a sheet of sweat. “Your healer … can he fix him?”.

“The Herald can help all,” Huck responded brightly before gazing at the glaive strapped to Rek’yrs back. “But I’m afraid your weapons must remain here. There are no weapons allowed in the commune”.

Your fingers twitched on the handle of your sword, uncertain but Finks pained coughs made your mind clear. Unsheathing the blade from its scabbard, you stabbed it into the ground and ordered the others to do the same. When almost all of your weapons sat before you, Huck stepped back and welcomed you inside.

“Just to the centre and you’ll find him there,” he informed, smile forming once more. You nodded in appreciation and took a step only for him to place a hand on your shoulder. “The rest of your family is here too”.

Your brows immediately furrowed. What did he mean? The only “family” you had left was Jinx and the two of you were now estranged ever since Silco chased you out of the Last Drop. With a tight gulp, the four of you entered. Rek’yr took the lead, offering Fink reassuring comments whilst you fell behind slightly, eyes wavering through the crown for a glimpse of blue hair. If Jinx was here it couldn’t have been for anything good. Upon staring behind you, you hadn’t noticed you strayed into someone’s path until you clipped their shoulder.

“Hey, watch it!” You immediately snapped, watching the black haired woman glare right back.

“You’re the one who walked into me you--” she started to snark only to fall short. Her blue eyes squinted, staring you up and down before a look of realisation dawned on her. “Y/N?!”.

Your nose twitched. “How do you…” you eyes drifted onto her left cheek. There was a small tattoo. And those eyes, they suddenly became very familiar.

“V-Vi?!” You stuttered.

“Oh Y/N!” She cried, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You slow breaths heaved from your lips as they awkwardly wrapped around her waist. Vi let out a sigh of relief before pulling away, running a hand over your cheek. “You’re alive”.

“I’m alive?! You’re alive!” you retorted, taking her all in. She really wasn’t the same 15 year old kid you once knew. Now a woman grown, strong and formidable. The only thing that spun you off was the ridiculous black hair. “How? I- I thought you … I thought you died. With Mylo and Claggor and …”. You voice drifted off before you could say that painful word.

“No, I got arrested. I was in Stillwater for the last 7 years,” she explained sadly, her pleased gleam swiftly shifting into one of irritation. “Where the hell did you go?! You left Powder to Silco!”.

“Whoa, calm down! I didn’t want to leave but Silco didn’t exactly make it easy!” You snapped, shoving her hand from your shoulder. Like she knew. She had the benefit of a routine, even if it was inside the walls of a prison cell. You in the other hand had to live from one hour to the next, wondering if this one was when you’d meet your end. “Do you know what it was like? As far as I was aware you were all dead! You! The guys! Pa! Then Silco took the Last Drop, he nearly killed me and I had no one! I had to run!”.

Vi was stunted by your anger. Just as she had changed, so did you. Once a sweet 17 year old girl that happily worked pouring the odd drink at The Last Drop or delivering pints to patrons. Anything to help your father out whenever he needed it. “So … where did you go?” She asked.

“Bilgewater. Got a job, formed a crew and I swore I wasn’t gonna come back to Zaun but work lead me here. Then a friend of mine got stabbed so we need this herald to heal him.” you answered, stressfully pinching the bridge of your nose. With a huff your eyes turned back to her, looking her up and down. “Is he as good as they say? You look in good spirits”.

Vi glanced down at herself. “We’re not here for me,” she replied.

“‘We’? Who’s we? I-is Jinx here?” You question, receiving a nod as a reply. A snarky snarl grew on your lips. “Hmph, finally getting her head fixed is she?”.

“No. Look, this--” she started harshly but faltered. “… this might be hard to understand but don’t freak out”.

Her words were cautious like she was talking to a child, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder and rubbing it soothingly.

“Dad … dad’s alive”.

A sharp pain stabbed you in the chest at her words. That wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. You could feel it bubbling in your chest, like your heart and your head was going to explode. The painful memories you had attempted to shut out came flooding back like a tidal wave. Your voice. His voice. They coiled in your head like a constricting snake.

“You can’t do this! They’ll throw you in Stillwater for good! You’ll never get out!”.

“It’ll only be for a few years. Vi’s just a kid, she shouldn’t be throwing her life away”.

“So it’s fine for you to throw yours?! You’re leaving me! Just like Ma did!”.

“I’m not. I don’t want to do this, but we both know it’s the only way. I need you protect the family now”.

Protect the family. What family? It would all end with him.

“You’ll understand why when you’re older”.

“No, I don’t think I will. Just know, that if you do this, I’ll always hate you”.

That sorrowful look in his grey eyes. It was the last thing you ever saw of your father.

“I’m sorry, little pup”.

A deep fury burned in your eyes as you glared at her. “Wow, and I thought Mylo was the cruel one out of us all!” You seethed through clenched teeth. If it was anyone else they would’ve already been knocked on their arse. You shoved her arm from your shoulder and took a step back. “I’m getting my friend healed and I’m getting out of here. Have a nice life Vi”.

“Y/N, I’m serious! Why would I lie about this?!” She argued, grabbing you by the arm so you couldn’t walk away. “Vander’s the one we’re getting healed”.

Once again your heart clenched. Rage and guilt battling it out for control. “H-he’s here? Where?”.

“In a greenhouse,” she gestured over to a small building just a short distance away. “I … I can take you to him if you want”.

Your breath was hitching, desperately fighting against a wave of tears that crept behind your eyes. “Y/N, you alright?” Rek’yrs voice called behind you. You turned to face him, noticing Fink and your other crew member a distance away; the so called herald gazing down at your injured friend.

“Rek’yr, see to Fink. I … I need to deal with something,” you softly ordered. The humanoid bear stared suspiciously between you and Vi for a second but nodded none the less.

“On it. You need me, holla. I’ll come running,” he offered. The two of you shared a gentle smile before he marched away. Inhaling deeply, you huffed and turned back to Vi.

“Take me to him”.

The two of you walked together, you palms becoming clammy at you growing nervousness. But not at the near impossibility of his survival; rather at his potential anger towards you. Did he know of all that happened after he was taken by Silco? Or that you failed his last request. Or maybe, would he be mad at your last harsh words to him. It was pathetic; childish.

Before you had even realised, you both stood in front the door to the greenhouse. Your fingers nervously twitched behind your back, seeking the leather bound handle of the dagger you had hidden under your corset for comfort.

“Y/N, you need to know … he-- he’s not the same as he was before. He’s different, like really different,” Vi warned, her hand hesitating on the door handle.

“He’s my father. I want to see him,” you firmly stated. Vi sighed and finally opened the door. She crept in first; slow and cautious. Which confused you. You swiftly followed, standing by her side as the room was painted in a slight darkness.

“Vander?” Vi called out once you closed the door behind you. Your desperate eyes squinted, trying to peak through the foliage to spot him. That’s when a large shadow shifted behind a fountain, your brows furrowing as a baby blue eye stared through the leafs. It wasn't his familia grey. And the sclera, it was black. Fear crept up you spine as the head turned, the blue eye joined by a green one. The plants shook, your eyes doubling as a large paw-like hand planted itself on the ground. Another followed, this one modified with large metallic claws and obvious signs of chem-technology. Your lips curved into a horrified sneer at the sight of a mouth full of fangs, its large ears twitching in curiosity as it revealed itself.

“Vi, what the fuck?!” You heaved, wrenching your blade free as it stepped closer; your heart pounding in terror.

“Y/N, just calm down,” she begged, standing defensively in front of the beast. The fear in your eyes, it made the creature jump and shrink away. As if it was ashamed to scare you, like it wanted to hide in itself. “Just … just look at him. It’s him,” she pleaded.

How could it be him? Your father was a man, not this. Not some monster of creation. But the way it held your gaze, the way a parent would a child. It was unsettling; unnerving. It struck you to your core. The blade glimmered in the light as your hand shook unsteadily. Yet it made no attempt to threaten you. As you took a step forward so did the beast. The knife felt heavy, its comfort becoming unwanted. Taking a shaky breath you stepped closer, Vi slowly shuffling to the side so there was nothing between you two.

Tears built up behind you eyes, your head tilting upwards as it stood over you. Its eyes soft and longing. “P-Pa?” You spoke. Its pawed hand rose up causing you to shudder slightly. Every instinct in your body was screaming at you to run, to attack and protect yourself but you were frozen in a mixture of fear and intrigue. Its hand hovered just before your face until one of its clawed fingers gently tucked a lock of hair that had come loose behind your ear, grazing your cheek before it pulled away. Just like he always used to do before.

By the gods, how was this possible. “Vi, can you give us a moment,” you asked, your voice somewhat frail. Your sister nodded and swiftly left. Now, it was just you two. Alone.

“So it really is you. After all this time,” you uttered, taking him all in. He had always seemed larger than life when you were younger but now he truly was. “How is this even possible?”.

Vander glanced down at himself, though he wished he could he was unable to voice an answer. But it wasn’t like he wanted to give your the gory details that had suddenly came back thanks to Viktor’s healing either.

Your nose twitched at his silence, as did an old familia anger that had been bottled up for so long resurfacing as well. “What did you expect of me? What, did you think I could look after them without you?!” You hissed, your hands coming up to stressfully scrunch your hair. By the gods, this was insane. This was too much. “I needed you!”.

Vanders eyes bulged slightly, mildly taken back by your burst of anger. Your body trembled in hysteria as you took a few steps away.

“You just had to go and be the damn hero! Vi was a kid b-but the Council would’ve gone easy on her! Whilst you! You lead the uprising! You never would’ve seen the light of day again!” You yelled, throwing the knife across the room where it became embedded in the wall far away from him.

Seething breath after breath, you marched back towards him; despair blending with anguish. Your hands came up to shove him but you found it was like punching a brick wall. He hardly moved, nor did he attempt to stop you; allowing you to vent. “This isn’t right! NONE OF THIS IT RIGHT! You coming back after 8 years, looking like this! It doesn’t change anything!” You bawled, growing more frustrated by the second. Hot tears burned behind your eyes, desperately trying to break free.

“I still hate you!” You screeched, your fist coming up to slam against his broad chest. ‘No, I don’t,’ your brain screamed. ‘I hate myself’.

Vander barely budged at your pounding fists. “This doesn’t change anything! This doesn’t make anything better! No better!”.

Your voice cracked, hands becoming stagnant upon his chest; unable to fight anymore as his large arm wrap around you. “No, fu-cking better”.

You could feel his breath tussle your hair as he tugged you close, his nose resting on the crown of your head. So gentle, even at this monstrous size. A low grumble reached your ears. It was rough but nonthreatening. His words slow yet heartfelt. “I … missed you … little pup,” he whispered softly.

All your resolve broke, the damns in your eyes breaking with a cascade of tears poured down you cheeks. Your clenched fists fell open and latched around his waist, pulling him to you as tightly as you could. The shame and regret you once felt for not holding him close that night slowly faded away. You face became buried in his chest, sobs shuddering past you lips. As did a tiny breathless laugh. It was swift. This feeling was one you hadn’t truly felt in years.

Happiness. He was here, alive. Home.

“I missed you too, Pa”.

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Hey, I wrote some more! Sorry, to the requester if this felt like a long time since you asked. I don’t have the luxury to have Christmas off like other jobs, oh the joys of hospitality! Anyway, I hope this was what you desired.

I don’t know if I’ll do more requests in the future but, who knows. I might feel generous. Have a Happy New Year y’all!

[the-voldsoy]

Alrighty it is almost the end of the year so, in no particular order, here are podcasts I recommend of the ones I've listened to this year! (let me tell you picking favourites for this was So hard) (Unfortunately I can't just do all of them because there are almost 50)

Hello From The Hallowoods: The world ended, but we're still here, and shit's weird. (Has made me cry; even the trees are queer; my comfort show<3)

Camp Here And There: Good morning campers! The time is 7:63AM and Cabin Magpie Moth has spontaneously combusted! Whichever one of you little woodworms can put it out first can come get a puffy sticker from me in the Nurses Cabin! (Is it a horror? Is it a comedy? I don't know, you'd have to check to be sure)

Wooden Overcoats: Funn Funerals used to be the only funeral parlor on the island. It isn't anymore. (Sitcom, the main characters are the most miserable wet cats you ever did see)

Re: Dracula: Maybe this year, they'll be okay. Maybe this year they'll all live. Maybe this year he won't go, and she'll be alright.

Magnus Protocol: TMA's louder, bolder, less serious younger sibling.

The Silt Verses: Oh boy. Let me tell you, you will look at crabs differently after this. (WET horror, genuinely the best pod I've ever heard)

Archive 81: Dan, a newly hired archivist, has to listen to and catalogue a set of old audio tapes. The tapes contain interviews conducted by someone Dan has never heard of. Dan is in an isolated bunker in the middle of the woods. Surely nothing will happen to our dear friend Dan. (What is it with archivists and getting snatched by The Horrors? Ignore the tv show it doesn't exist)

Red Valley: Just a couple of guys with an interest in research station Red Valley, whose focus was cryonics. It's completely defunct now. I wonder what happened. (Ethics? What's that?)

Woe.Begone: Some say it's about time-travel, some say it's about keeping yourself and those close to you alive, some say it's about online safety. All can agree on one point: What the fuck why are there cowboys now

Midnight Burger: Midnight Burger is a time-travelling, dimension-spanning diner. Dunno how it works or where it's going next. We open at six! (The episodes are an hour long minimum but it's worth it. Comedy sci-fi, lighthearted fun :)

Old Gods of Appalachia: The Appalachians are spooky y'all. (The narrator's voice is so comforting in this, it feels like campfire stories)

Dreamboy: Went into this pod being told it was made by the people who made WTNV and absolutely no other information. Let me tell you I did not expect the main character to tell us that he got a hard-on in the first episode. (The most sexually explicit pod I've listened to)

The White Vault: Nice little trip to Svalbard to check on the remote research station, surely nothing will go wrong :) (Holy Fucking Shit What Is That) (Recommend 1st season especially to The Thing (1982) enjoyers)

Camlann: Ever wished that you were apart of Welsh folklore or Arthurian legends? Or perhaps some of the last people left on Earth? No? Ah well, you'll pick it up soon enough. (Three idiots and a dog in Wales, fighting for their lives)

Breaker Whiskey: Imagine. Being the only person on earth. Just you. Just you, and someone on the radio. Just you, the radio, and a woman you absolutely do NOT have sexual tension with. (This one looks really long because it has 260+ episodes, but they're like 4 minutes long each so it's not really)

Ethics Town: Don't worry about it. (Cannot recommend enough, it is a mindfuck)

Tell No Tales: What if ghosts were a thing that could infest a place, like rats or roaches or mold? What if it was your job to exterminate them? And the million-pound question, do ghosts deserve rights? (I am waiting so so patiently for the rest of s2)

Remnants: You wake up in a place you recognise. You have always been there. You have no idea where you are. You see a stranger's life. You recognise them. You knew them once, you think. Discard or reshelve? You don't know what that means. It does not matter. Discard or reshelve, that is the question. (I am going insane over this pod)

Not Quite Dead: Vampires! Alfie is an overworked A&E nurse who does not have time for this shit. Unfortunately, he does not have a choice in this matter. (A really interesting take on vampirism, going into the biology. It is fascinating, and an exciting story)

Travelling Light: Space Quaker! Listen to the Traveller tell you about every new planet and civilisation they visit. Whattttt noooo they don't have a crush on one of their crew members what are you taaaalking abouttttt (Very comforting pod, beauty in the mundane in a way? But not mundane because yk. Aliens)

Someone Just Like You: Brilliant horror, just really well written. I don't even have words for it. So far there are only 6 episodes and the concepts/plots of each seem cheesy, but my GOD the execution.

The Bright Sessions: People with powers get therapy! Thank God, they need it so bad. (I love one particular antagonist so much, I need to put him in a microwave)

Poe: Evermore: It wasn't until I started this that I realised that Edgar Allen Poe would have had a Boston-ish accent. Reallyyy interesting story of his life, and I keep getting jumpscared by VAs I recognise. Faulkner Silt Verses what are you doing here.

Witherburn After School News: Your school radio host getting WAY more involved in the news than they should. Really hope they're still breathing. Love the folklore section though!

Before The Tone: Voicemails from someone who just got a job they probably shouldn't have. (Brilliant idea for the format, and great execution)

I Am In Eskew: What if you were trapped? What if you had a home, a wife and a child? What if they aren't real? Are you sure? Go and check. What if your city tried to kill you? What if it loved you very much, more than anyone else? (Horror but the narrator is the saddest wettest man you've ever heard)

Sherlock & Co: Modern day Sherlock Holmes, and John Watson is a true crime podcaster. Dear God I did not think it would be as compelling as it is.

[catbolt]

— Merry Christmas, Dr. Zayne

[SOUNDTRACK] Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence - Ryuichi Sakamoto || ▶︎

[TAGS] zayne x mc, fluff

[WC] 1.3k

songfic 4/?

Snow crystallizes on tree branches outside in the light of the falling winter sun, each ray refracting through the icicles that frame the window and splitting into thin beams that run like streams onto the wooden floor inside. She sighs, staring out the window, mug of cocoa clenched between cold hands.

She anticipates him coming home late again. "You know, emergency room visits spike during the holiday season," Zayne had told her with a smile in the morning as he prepared to leave.

"You're not even an ER doctor," she grumbled, arms crossed. He'd laughed softly. "When people need help, I help, my dear. It's non-negotiable."

Times like this she begrudges his unrelentingly chivalrous spirit and sense of justice, although it's usually one of the qualities she likes the most about him. She waits on the couch, feeling more than a little restless. She had hoped to spend at least some part of Christmas Day with him, but as the hours ticked by on the clock, the chances of that grew slimmer and slimmer.

She doesn't text Zayne, not wanting to bother him, knowing he's likely stressed at work. She gets up from the couch with a sigh, deciding to at least busy herself with some cleaning. Her presents for him sit below the tree, untouched.

The sun sinks lower, quickly, and she grimaces, its descent through the clouds a constant reminder of the fact that the hours in this special day is running out, and so far she's spent it nearly all alone. She tidies up the dinner table, mindlessly searching through the cabinets for what to make for dinner. If Zayne won't be joining her to chastise her for her poor diet, a box (or two) of mac n cheese should do the trick to soothe her feelings.

She sighs, bending down in the pantry to grab the boxes in question, when suddenly she hears a click of the door unlocking. She shoots up in surprise, promptly banging her head into the top of the pantry cabinet. "Fuck!" she cries out, eyes screwed up in pain as she massages the back of her head.

"Hm. That wasn't the reaction I was expecting to me coming home like this."

Zayne's soft, chuckling voice filters in from the foyer, getting louder with each word. When she opens her eyes, still rubbing at the back of her head, she sees him standing in the kitchen entryway, a lush bouquet of white roses and jasmine tucked under his arm. She splutters a little, watching as he presents it to her, a small smile on his face.

"What's this about?" she says softly, taking the bouquet from him, a gentle pink flush rising on her cheeks.

"What, I can't give my girlfriend flowers?" He steps closer, closing the space between them. He's still in his white coat and scrubs underneath, and she can see the slight tiredness in his eyes. "Besides, they're an apology."

"For what?" she mutters, setting the bouquet down on the dining room table.

"For not being able to spend more of Christmas with you," he murmurs, capturing one of her hands in his, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "I know you weren't happy that I had to work. I'm sorry. It wasn't ideal."

She feels a mild pang of guilt. He hadn't seemed bothered by her pouting and whining about it all of Christmas Eve, brushing it off at every turn with his signature even-keeled demeanor. But she'd misjudged him, it seems, as she searches his gaze, seeing his brow furrow slightly. "I really am sorry," he says quietly. "We couldn't open presents in the morning because I had to go to work."

"Oh..." she shakes her head. "Don't... worry about that."

"I do worry," he says softly, lowering her hand from his lips, but keeping his hold on it, thumb skating soothingly over the back of her hand. "I know it's important to you."

"It's not a big deal," she says hastily. "You didn't have to come today if--" "I wanted to come back," he says, voice carrying a bit of a harder edge now, an authoritative quality signaling it's not up for debate. "I wanted to see you. And to give you my gift."

She sighs a little, still feeling guilty. "The flowers are beautiful, Z. But you didn't have to rush back--"

His brow furrows. "That's not the gift," he says gently.

He guides her over to the couch, gesturing for her to sit down. "Just a moment," he says softly, walking off to retrieve his bag, which he begins to rummage through.

The sun has set quickly, the room now enveloped in darkness, the only light source now being the Christmas tree. The soft white lights send pinpricks of light dancing across the room. She hears a match flick, and turns around to see Zayne lighting a candle behind her, setting it down on the coffee table. A small smirk plays at her lips. "Getting romantic, are we?" He lights another candle, placing it nearby. "No," he says matter-of-factly. "Just a moment. You'll see."

She almost rolls his eyes at his inability to go with the joke, the grin lingering on her lips. He sits down on the couch opposite her, and then produces an unassuming box, flat and rectangular, tied with a dark gray ribbon. It fits in both of his hands, and he hands it over to her. "Your gift."

She looks down, fingers working through the ribbon and gently untying it. She hesitates for a moment, and then opens the box.

Inside lies a stunning, thin silver necklace, adorned with what looks like hundreds of soft blue gemstones that twinkle alluringly as soon as the candlelight hits them. Each gemstone is tear shaped, like a shimmering droplet of rain.

"Zayne..." her breath catches in her throat.

"Do you like it?" he says softly, with a hint of hesitation in her voice anyone but her would miss. She nods, and he lets out a soft hum of relief, gently lifting the necklace from the box and moving closer to fasten it around her neck.

"I lit the candles because I wanted to see how it looked in their light," he mutters softly, his breath ghosting over her ear as he attaches the necklace around her. He pulls away, his eyes watching how the glittering stones seem to dance and shift in the light.

"Beautiful," he says, voice a little hoarser than usual. She swallows softly, the space between them nearly pulsing, reverberating with unsaid words. She knows Zayne isn't much of a talker, but she's learned to be attuned to his face and body enough that she can read his emotions like a book, a consequence of the past year they've spent dating. She sees him fidget slightly, the pulse thrum slightly faster in his neck, the way his eyes flick between the jewelry and her eyes, as if watching to see how the candlelight dances there too.

"Thank you," she says, her voice thick with emotion as she takes one of his hands in her own. It's cold, as his hands always are, and she scoots a little closer to him on the couch. "It is beautiful."

He clears his throat. "I was talking about you," he says.

It's like the world falls blissfully quiet-- even the weight of all the things that they can't find the words to say say feels lighter suddenly. The feeling of his hand in hers, slowly warming between her palms, grounds her in this moment.

The tree glows softly, the lights flickering like thousands of little fireflies, casting a golden glow across the room. Under the mask of the dim light, it's like the exhaustion is erased somehow from Zayne's features, and all she can see is the warmth in his deep, forest green stare, desperately trying to push forth. She squeezes his hand. "Merry Christmas," she says softly.

"Merry Christmas," he replies, in a whisper, squeezing back.

[maisbookstore]

The Seasons With You- A Cozy Autumn

Michael Kaiser x fem! reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: grammar mistakes, pregnancy

Keywords: pregnancy, married couple

A short description: Dear reader, take my hand as we take a look at how the untamable German prodigy, who has never received love in his life, gives a chance to Cupid. There are 4 seasons in a year, and Kaiser falls in love with Y/n in each one.

A quote from the fanfiction:

"A small smile decorated Kaiser’s lips as he walked to the window. The man had doubts about how he would parent their child, after all he didn’t exactly have any relevant experience about what a family was, but as soon as these thoughts clouded his mind, the soccer player reminded himself that he was not like that good for nothing abuser, whom he had to call father. No. First of all, baby Kaiser is wanted, loved and cherished by both of his parents, and more importantly, Y/n would never leave them behind, she was not like his mother, who ditched her family for... who knows what."

November arrived to the ever bustling German city with a silent, desperate sigh, breathing out frosty flowers that have decorated the windows, mimicking the real ones that could not withstand the chilly weather. The Sun was completely covered by sad looking grey clouds, which reminded the people of the upcoming arrival of Father Winter. Despite the universal depressed aura around them, the Kaiser family was fortunate enough to find their own sunshine in the gloomyness...

Michael Kaiser, God’s chosen emperor, looked around the small room, which was supposed to be the baby’s place to sleep in: the walls were white, with some blue decoration. Y/n has already arranged and rearranged the bookshelves and the wardrobe at least a million times and the man also added some touch to their baby’s residence: a huge teddy bear, which could function as a chair, a cuddle buddy or decoration as well. His wife was angry at first, since the toy consumed a whole lot of space from the already small room, but the teddy was comfortable to sit on, so she accepted that the bear belonged there. Funny enough, Frau Kaiser was fast asleep in the embrace of the toy she used to loathe, and grumble about, making the man chuckle.

Pregnancy was not easy on Y/n at all: her reflux has gotten worse, but her appetite was definitely improving, her feet were swollen, so she had to stay inside a lot, and baby Kaiser has already imitated his father with his strong kicks. Yes, the man’s intuition was right as the little guy has already showed himself on the 16th week scan. He cried on that day. He also would’ve cried if the baby was a girl. It didn’t matter to Kaiser, after all, the little miracle growing in Y/n’s womb was the very proof of their immeasurable love. After learning the gender of their first baby, he encouraged Y/n to do some shopping, and by that evening they have purchased the majority of the things they wanted.

Little Kaiser was going to be a Winter baby- like his father- the doctor said he would bless the world in the beginning of January- well not with these words, but yeah. They still need to find a suitable name for their treasure, because he can not be called baby Kaiser all the time. He needs a strong name, something that screams power, like Adler(eagle), or a lucky name like Felix(luck). Y/n was not much of a help, ever since she has hit the second trimester, and her emotions were all over the place: one minute she loved a name, and a day later she literally cried about how it wouldn’t fit baby Kaiser. And though it all would’ve seemed too much for an ordinary person, the German prodigy conquered his wife’s emotional outbursts with such confidence and calmness, like a pro. (Lucky for him, he was familiar with psychology; finally he used it for good.)

Yeah, maybe perfection doesn’t have to be perfectly perfect; perfection can be the grey clouds that’s been covering the sky for some time now, or his wife sleeping on a gigantic teddy in their baby’s room.

A small smile decorated Kaiser’s lips as he walked to the window. The man had doubts about how he would parent their child, after all he didn’t exactly have any relevant experience about what a family was, but as soon as these thoughts clouded his mind, the soccer player reminded himself that he was not like that good for nothing abuser, whom he had to call father. No. First of all, baby Kaiser is wanted, loved and cherished by both of his parents, and more importantly, Y/n would never leave them behind, she was not like his mother, who ditched her family for... who knows what.

-Misha? –His wife’s sleepy voice dragged him back to reality. –I fell asleep again. I just wanted to rest my eyes for a bit, and now look at me. –She pouted, clearly annoyed by her general tiredness.

Said man could only smile at his wife’s antics and lent a helping hand to her.

-You’re growing a tiny human, love, you should rest a lot more than usually.

-But I wanted to organize the wardrobe.

Kaiser couldn’t help but laugh, meanwhile Y/n’s pout deepened; so that the soccer player had to kiss her, adoration glistening in his sky blue eyes. He seemed untouchable to the outside world, but for Y/n, he would melt.

-I can help you with that, okay? How does it sound?

-Terrible. You don’t even know the pattern I’d go for.

-Then tell me, love, how we should organize the baby’s wardrobe. –If anyone from his team would hear Kaiser right now, they wouldn’t believe their ears: his voice was unusually soft, gentle, almost soothing. He displayed such patience, like his whole life would revolve around his beautiful wife- that was the case though.

A couple of hours later the wardrobe was reorganized-again, Y/n was fast asleep- again and Kaiser...he was just grateful for whatever lead this gorgeous woman to him.

[inky-writing]

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Warnings: mention of death, of dead people, pagan holiday, ESME, anyway, its long, sorry for any typo...

Word count: 3,399

Book II - Chapter 4: Yule secrets

December 2005

The Christmas season had settled over Forks, though the cheer it brought seemed muted in the Swan household. Bella, still a ghost of herself, rarely left her room. She avoided the festive decorations lining the streets and the cheery music playing in stores, retreating deeper into her sadness. When she did speak, it was in short answers to Charlie or Y/N, never more than what was strictly necessary.

Y/N tried to remain optimistic, but it was hard to ignore the weight of the silence that hung over their house. Bella wasn’t the only one struggling, though Y/N’s struggles were far different.

The strange occurrences that had plagued her life in recent months had only grown more bizarre. Objects still appeared seemingly out of nowhere whenever she thought about them, and the black cat continued to follow her wherever she went, its orange eyes watching her intently.

One cold afternoon in early December, Y/N decided to pick up groceries after school. Charlie had forgotten his list on the kitchen counter that morning, and she figured she could knock it out quickly before heading home.

The supermarket was crowded, filled with shoppers stocking up for the holidays. Y/N wove her way through the aisles with her cart as she ticked off items on the list. Milk, eggs, bread, canned soup, cereals… it was all mundane, but it was a welcome distraction from the strange whirlwind her life had become.

As she rounded a corner into the baking supplies aisle, she bumped into an elderly woman.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, stepping back quickly.

The woman smiled faintly, her piercing grey eyes twinkling with an odd intensity. “No need to apologize, dear.”

Y/N couldn’t help but stare. The woman was very old, her face was lined with deep wrinkles, her skin papery and thin, but there was something about her that seemed… ageless. Her hair, though streaked with white, hung long and thick over her shoulders, and her posture was surprisingly straight for someone her age.

But what really caught Y/N’s attention was the necklace around the woman’s neck.

It was almost identical to the one Y/N wore, except the stone in its center was a glowing white, almost translucent, apophyllite instead of amethyst. The intricate metalwork surrounding the stone was the same, though, delicate spirals and runes that seemed far older than anything you’d find in a modern jewelry store.

The woman noticed Y/N’s gaze and smiled again, this time with an air of knowing. “You have questions,” she said simply.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

The woman nodded toward the amulet around Y/N’s neck. “About that.”

Instinctively, Y/N’s hand flew to the necklace, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the amethyst. “How do you know?”

The woman tilted her head, her smile never wavering. “Because I’ve seen others like you before.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Others like me? What do you mean?”

The woman’s gaze seemed to pierce straight through her. “It’s not something we should discuss here. The walls have ears.” She reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a small slip of paper, writing something on it before pressing it into Y/N’s hand. “If you want answers, come here tomorrow at noon.”

Before Y/N could say another word, the woman turned and walked away, disappearing around the corner of the aisle.

Y/N stared at the slip of paper in her hand. It had an address scrawled on it, along with the word Tomorrow underlined twice.

Her mind raced. Who was this woman? How did she know about the amulet? And what did she mean?

When she finally left the supermarket, her hands were shaking.

The house was quiet when Y/N returned, save for the faint hum of the television in the living room. Charlie was watching a football game, his feet propped up on the coffee table. Bella’s door was shut, as usual.

“Got everything on the list?” Charlie asked without looking away from the screen.

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, setting the bags on the kitchen counter.

She put the groceries away mechanically, her thoughts consumed by the encounter at the supermarket. She considered telling Charlie about the old woman but decided against it. He would probably just tell her to stay away from strangers, and she didn’t have the energy to argue.

Instead, she retreated to her room, locking the door behind her.

Sitting on her bed, she pulled out the slip of paper and stared at the address. Her fingers brushed against the amulet at her neck, and for the first time, she wondered if it had been a mistake to start wearing it.

The black cat was sitting outside the house again, its orange eyes glowing in the moonlight at it starred intently at her window.

The next morning dawned cold and misty, the kind of day where the fog clung to the ground and muted the world. Y/N couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in her chest since her encounter with the old woman at the supermarket the previous evening. The slip of paper with the address sat on her nightstand, the handwriting etched into her mind as though it carried some weight she didn’t yet understand.

By mid-morning, her curiosity got the best of her. Putting on her leather jacket, scarf, and gloves, she grabbed the paper and slipped out of the house, leaving a note for Charlie saying she was going to run errands. Bella wouldn’t notice her absence, she hadn’t noticed much of anything since the Cullens had left.

The address led Y/N to the outskirts of Forks, down a narrow dirt road flanked by pines. She had almost convinced herself she’d gone the wrong way when she spotted the house.

It was small, like something out of an old storybook. Vines twisted around the wooden porch posts, and colorful, wildflowers grew in neat beds around the yard, defying the snow. Smoke curled from the chimney, and the faint scent of lavender and sage drifted through the air.

Y/N hesitated at the gate, her fingers brushing against the amulet at her neck. For a moment, she thought about turning back. Then, the door opened, and the old woman stepped out onto the porch.

“I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind,” the woman said, her voice carrying a touch of amusement.

Y/N took a deep breath and walked through the gate.

Inside, the house was warm and cozy, a contrast to the chill outside. The air was filled with the scent of herbs and spices, and every surface was covered in books, jars, and trinkets.

“Sit down, dear,” the woman said, gesturing to a sage green sofa.

Y/N sat, her eyes darting around the room. The woman moved about the kitchen, setting out two delicate teacups and a teapot.

“I imagine you have questions,” the woman said, her back to Y/N as she reached for a jar of tea leaves.

“A few,” Y/N admitted.

The woman smiled. “We’ll get to them. But first, let’s have some tea.”

She carried the teapot to the table and set it down. That’s when things took a turn.

As Y/N watched, the teapot tipped itself, pouring steaming tea into one of the cups. Then it straightened and moved to the second cup, repeating the action before settling back in place.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What the…?!”

Before she could finish her sentence, the room spun around her. Her vision blurred, and the last thing she saw before everything went black was the old woman rushing to her side.

When Y/N opened her eyes, she was lying on the couch. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and the same warm, herbal scent filled the air. The old woman was sitting in a chair nearby, her hands folded in her lap.

“You fainted,” the woman said, her voice calm. “I suppose I shouldn’t have let the teapot serve itself. It’s been a long time since we’ve had someone new in the family.”

“Family?” Y/N sat up slowly, her head pounding.

The woman smiled gently. “Yes, my dear. I suppose I should introduce myself properly. My name is Callista. I’m your grandmother’s sister, your grand-aunt, if you will.”

Y/N stared at her, the words struggling to sink in. “Did you… knew my mom?”

Callista nodded, her expression tinged with sadness. “I did. Though I haven’t seen since she left. She left the family when she reached eighteen, determined to marry your father despite our objections.”

“Why did you object?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Callista sighed. “Because your father wasn’t one of us. Your mother came from a long line of witches, Y/N. Magic runs in your veins, just as it does in mine. But your father was human, and your grandmother feared their union would weaken our legacy.”

Y/N’s heart ached at the thought of her parents. “So she left?”

“She did,” Callista said softly. “She chose love over tradition, if I must say. And though it broke our hearts to lose her, I never blamed her for it. I guess she still practiced magic in her own way, even after she left, small things, I imagine. But she never contacted us again. Learning her death has been terrible… Your grandmother retreated into the Canadian forest just after, I don’t have news anymore…”

Callista paused, her gaze searching Y/N’s face. “And now, here you are.”

Callista then rose from her chair and disappeared into another room. When she returned, she was holding a large, black leather-bound book that looked extremely old. The cover was embossed with symbols and runes, and the edges of the pages were gilded.

“This,” Callista said, setting the book on the table in front of Y/N, “is your mother’s grimoire. It contains centuries of knowledge, spells, rituals, history, and things she added. She didn’t take it with her when she left. Everything you’ll need to understand who you are and what you’re capable of is in here.”

Y/N reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing against the worn leather. “I don’t know if I can do this. It all seems so unreal.”

Callista placed a hand on her cheek. “You can. It’s in your blood. And you won’t be alone, I’ll help you, if you’ll let me.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. Everything Callista had said felt overwhelming, like stepping into a world she hadn’t even known existed. But at the same time, something deep inside her stirred, a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in years.

“I’ll try,” she said finally, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

Callista smiled, her eyes gleaming with pride. “That’s all I ask, my dear. Now, let’s begin.”

Two weeks later

The days leading up to Christmas passed in quiet monotony for the Swan household. Bella still barely left her room, her absence a ghostly presence that hung over the house. Y/N tried not to let it affect her, but she could feel the tension like a weight pressing down on her.

Every week, Y/N made the trip to Callista’s house, and sometimes to the esoteric shop that Callista had introduced her to just days after they’d met. The shop was tucked into the edge of town, its windows filled with crystals, herbs, and candles. It smelled of incense and earth, a comforting combination that felt like home.

In the back room, Callista guided her through the basics of potion-making and telekinesis. Y/N’s progress with telekinesis was slow but steady; she could now move small objects across a table or float them in the air for brief moments.

Still, she felt the weight of her potential. Callista had assured her that her other abilities would reveal themselves when she was ready, but the anticipation gnawed at her.

And now with school out for winter break, Y/N spent her days trying to fill the silence. She and Charlie had fallen into a rhythm, dining together at the kitchen table, watching old movies on the couch, and decorating the house for Christmas. Charlie seemed grateful for her presence, though his worry about Bella was palpable.

The decorations they hung were simple: twinkling lights around the windows, garlands draped over the fireplace, and a tree they adorned with ornaments.

But Y/N couldn’t help but add her own touches. After hours spent pouring over the grimoire Callista had given her, she’d learned about the traditions of Yule and how closely they tied to her own magic.

She collected pinecones from the forest behind the house, stringing them together with cinnamon sticks and small bundles of rosemary to hang on the tree. She placed oranges studded with cloves in bowls around the house, their warm, spicy scent filling the air. And she crafted a wreath of evergreen branches to hang on the front door, weaving ribbons of gold and red through the boughs.

December 21st, 2005

By the time Yule arrived, Y/N had memorized the pages of her grimoire about the holiday. She knew that Yule marked the longest night of the year, a time when the veil between worlds was at its thinnest. It was a night to honor the dead, to reflect on the year past, and to welcome the returning light.

That evening, after a quiet dinner with Charlie, Y/N retreated to her room. She lit a small cluster of candles on her desk and opened her grimoire, sitting cross-legged on her bed with the book resting on her lap. The soft glow of the flames flickered across the pages as she practiced simple spells, her focus sharpening with each word spoken.

A faint meowling interrupted her concentration. She looked up, startled, and saw the black cat perched on the windowsill outside her room. Its orange eyes gleamed in the darkness, almost glowing.

“How did you even get up here?” she muttered, crossing the room to open the window.

The cat stepped inside with an air of ownership, leaping onto her bed and curling up on the knitted blanket. Y/N hesitated, then shrugged. “I guess you’re staying, then.”

The cat flicked its tail as if to confirm her words, its eyes watching her.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere in her room grew heavier, charged with energy. It was almost midnight, the hour when the veil between the living and the dead was said to be at its thinnest.

Y/N felt an inexplicable pull, a need to acknowledge the moment. She pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen, her hands trembling slightly as she began to write.

The first letter was to her mother. She wrote about the memories she could still recall, the warmth of her embrace, the sound of her laughter, the way she used to hum the same melody while cooking. She thanked her for the love and strength she had passed down, and for the magic that now felt like a lifeline.

The second letter was for her father. She wrote about how much she missed him, about how Charlie often reminded her of him. She told him about her life in Forks, about the struggles and the small moments of joy. She wished he could have been there to see her grow.

When she finished, she folded the letters carefully and placed them on the windowsill, letting the candlelight illuminate them.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, tears rolling on her cheeks. “For everything.”

The air in the room seemed to shift, a soft breeze brushing against her skin despite the closed window. The cat purred softly from its place on the bed, its eyes half-closed as if it, too, understood the significance of the moment.

As the clock struck midnight, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over her. She didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time, she felt more connected to her family, to her magic, to herself.

And as she lay down to sleep, the black cat curled up in her arms, its presence comforting.

Later that night

Y/N stirred awake around 3 a.m., the room quiet except for the soft purring of the black cat nestled in her arms. Its warmth was comforting, but her thoughts were anything but. Sleep had eluded her ever since the letters she’d written, and now her mind wandered, seemingly without direction.

But there was a pattern. A name. A face.

“Carlisle,” she murmured, almost afraid to say it aloud.

The thought came unbidden, like a whisper from deep inside her soul. She tried to push it away, but it lingered, persistent and nagging. Why was she thinking about him? It wasn’t as though she hadn’t thought of him before, he’d been so kind to her during the summer, so understanding. But this was different.

She wondered where he was. What he was doing. Was he with his family? The questions swirled in her mind, growing heavier with each passing second.

Then, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she felt something. It was faint at first, like the lightest tug on her heart, but it grew stronger, more defined. It felt as though there was an invisible string connecting her to him, a thread woven into the very fabric of her being.

She closed her eyes and imagined pulling on it, curious to see what would happen.

Carlisle’s pov

Thousands of miles away, in a quiet corner of London, Carlisle Cullen sat alone in the small flat he’d rented for the time being. The room was sparse, elegantly decorated with neutral tones and clean lines that reflected his meticulous nature. Yet, despite the calm surroundings, his mind was a storm.

Esme had left for Australia nearly two weeks ago, insisting she wanted to visit friends she hadn’t seen in decades. She had convinced him to stay behind, claiming she needed “girl time.” At first, he had acquiesced, not wanting to deny her something so simple.

But now, as he sat in the stillness of the night, he knew the truth. Esme was responsible for everything, her manipulations, her deceit. He had realised she had powers. He could feel it like a shadow pressing on his mind, the edges of it fraying at the seams. She hadn’t been able to maintain her hold entirely, and now he could see her actions for what they were.

Still, he hadn’t confronted her. Not yet. He needed time to think. About her lies, about how he now felt she wasn’t his mate. He hadn’t say anything to the others, but as each day passed, the weight of the truth bore down on him, and he felt increasingly alone.

He sighed, leaning back in the armchair as he gazed out the window at the city lights. His thoughts drifted to Y/N. He remembered her laughter, the way she’d looked at him with such trust, and the strange sense of peace he’d felt in her presence.

A sudden jolt broke through his reverie, a pull so sharp and undeniable that it made him sit up straight. His hand instinctively went to his chest as though the sensation were physical. It wasn’t pain, exactly, but an ache, a longing.

And then a whisper in his mind, soft but insistent.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 11 a.m. on December 22nd. The pull intensified, a silent demand that he couldn’t ignore.

“Forks,” he murmured, the word heavy with meaning.

He didn’t know why, but he knew he had to return. Even if just for a few days.

Y/Ns pov

Y/N opened her eyes after pulling on the string, the feeling of it fading into the back of her mind. The cat shifted in her arms, looking up at her with its piercing orange eyes.

“Did I... do something wrong?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The cat only blinked, purring louder as if to reassure her.

Y/N shook her head, trying to shake off the lingering sense of connection. Whatever had just happened, she couldn’t explain it. But for the first time in weeks, she felt a flicker of hope.

Chapter 5 >>>

Note: HEHE, so Carlisle is now aware of Esme, but, what will he do about it???

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PICK A ♡ PILE - THREE MONTH LOVE FORECAST

Top left (1) , Top right (2) , Bottom left (3) , Bottom right (4)

Enjoy!

PILE 1

This reading is meant for you if one of more of these apply: ♡ you have been planning your Christmas holidays (2-3 months prior) ♡ you were born in March or April ♡ life path 3 6 or 8 ♡ someone close to you (or you) is named Christina ♡ summer is your favourite season ♡ you hate coffee ♡ it's your last year of high school or college ♡ you own a cat ♡ you are from Asia or dream of visiting Asia / Eastern Asia ♡ you love Starbucks ♡ you see angel number 333 ♡ you used to love Bratz or Monster high ♡ I see you regaining your confidence, how lovely! Many of you have been thinking about making changes to your appearance & you will make these thoughts come true. You will be PAMPERED by the universe. Feels good to finally spoil yourself, huh? Totally! And because of the radiance your glow up offers you, you are going to attract multiple "knights" who will want to add to it. I see material gifts, thoroughly planned dates and tokens of appreciation in your future. Many of you will be meeting new potential love interests during Christmas holidays. Please be careful of lovebombers. Now it isn't the case for everybody of course, since it's a collective reading. But if you notice that someone is making big promises early on and you feel uncomfortable with it, listen to your gut please. For many of you, there might be a third person you don't know about. And whether you know about the third person , please avoid getting entangled in such situations as it won't end well for you..I'm saying this with love Being showered with gifts and being treated like a queen is amazing , but just be aware of the hidden agendas. In cases a third person doesn't exist, they will attempt to lure you in by pretending that you are everything you ever asked for. Keep your lovely eyes open! ✨ 💗 Zodiac signs mostly present/related: Taurus, Leo, Cancer (sun, moon, rising or venus)

PILE 2

This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ Life path 5 or the number 5 on your birth date ♡ you are christian or muslim ♡ you wear earphones most of the time ♡ your favourite colour is a shade of blue ♡ you have sensitive stomach or food intolerances ♡ you drop things on the floor easily lately ♡ you like to draw, you use black&white filters on pictures a lot ♡ you live near a thrift shop ♡ your name ends with an "e" ♡ you have practised art before like drama or sculpting I feel that this is my heartbroken pile. I want to start by giving you a BIG warm hug and try to offer you the sweetest, most encouraging words possible today. I'm sensing some type of betrayal here whether it's literal or emotional. You tend to overgive to people close to you, even if they don't deserve it. You are tired of feeling taken advantage of. You feel that so much is owed to you and you definitely have the right to feel this way. You have been stepped over and over again. This is the time where you will be given the decision to put an end to these energies. Some of you might be still entangled in situations where they drain your soul and your light , others might have walked away but are still trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts & heal.. It seems very difficult for you, because making the decision to prioritise yourself & your needs is something brand new to you. You never thought you were supposed to put yourself first before ; to think that your physical mental, emotional wellbeing must come first. My dear pile 2, I know you are seeking a glimpse of hope in today's reading but I ought to be 100% honest with you. Dating is not what is meant for you right now. You are going through one of the deepest spiritual transformations in your life currently and I am not exaggerating. You are still learning how to perceive yourself as someone who is human with needs and desires, and NOT as a doormat for others to step conveniently on. "But is there hope for me to find love?" Yes. I see that happening later than sooner, though. When you will be coming out of your "winter" phase in your life ; with your healed scars and with confidence you never even imagined you'd possess before. The future holds endless, limitless blessings for you, pile 2. All the power & courage you're seeking is within. Zodiac signs mostly present/related: Pisces & Sagittarius (sun, moon, rising or venus)

PILE 3

This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ you have short hair ♡ life path 9 or have 9 on your date of birth ♡ one of your parents or siblings has aries placements ♡ you traveled inside USA in the past month ♡ you own a green jacket ♡ you are an athlete ♡ your chart is water or air dominant ♡ your name or last name starts with an "M" ♡ you have trouble sleeping lately ♡ you have neon lights in your bedroom ♡ you prefer older guys (I don't blame you) ♡ one of your favourite artists is Taylor swift, Jhene Aiko, Beyoncé ♡ you have tattoo(s) on your wrists/hands ♡ you stay home a lot lately Currently, it seems that you prefer your solitude. Many of you have given up on dating, you feel defeated in some way. You are extra picky with people (as you should) , as you can clearly see through them & make correct judgements about them often. Some of you might have been practicing abstinence, you are spiritually isolated and you are single by choice. I see you living your truth and stand firmly on your beliefs, even if it comes off harsh or weird to others. You don't care. 😉 In the next three months: Initially, you will stay this way. It's very likely that for some of you a past lover might return and even offer closure. You will have reflected a lot on past mistakes that were made & since you took time off the dating pool, you will be able to make healthy choices for yourself. And also, to say "no" to what doesn't serve you. Dear pile 3, I agree it's good to be highly selective, but I see here that many of you struggle when it comes to receiving. You might be looking at those videos where girls are getting princess treatment, flowers, etc. from their boyfriends and you deeply yearn for it. I know some of you won't even admit it 😅 But it's PERFECTLY fine to desire those things. You deserve to be properly loved & cherished. Allow this into your life when the opportunity presents itself, because I assure you it will. Something passionate is in the cards for you. You won't expect it and you won't expect with whom it will happen. You might know (or get to know) this person & not like them at first, but then sparks will begin to ignite. Mark my words. I'm sensing heavy air energy from this pile, woah. (gemini, libra, aquarius) sun moon rising venus. Because of your naturally detached nature, you don't fall in love with just anyone . This time, though , your inner child finally feels safe with someone. This is what your spirit has been asking for. A love that feels like home. Zodiac Signs mostly present/related: Pisces, Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, Libra (sun, moon, rising or venus)

PILE 4

This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ you braid your hair very often ♡ you're reading this while you are not in your hometown ♡ you were born in 2005,2006,1997 ♡ your father is an attorney ♡ you have leo placements ♡ you come from money ♡ you have heart(s) in your bio ♡ you have dark hair and light eyes ♡ you mostly wear boots ♡ you love Green Day ♡ your venus is in Aries ♡ you have nose ring(s) ♡ your name has two A's ♡ you ate cereal the same day you read this ♡ you have a pet with green eyes ♡ you own a necklace with a crystal/stone ♡ you're half European Hello hello! I must say, this pile is scaring me a bit. So wild! 😳 and so much secrecy... 👀 Pile 4 your love lives never cease to be boring. I can hear you thinking "why am I falling in love with the wrong people" "why do i have to make difficult choices in love". I see.... There are multiple energies coming through so bear with me as I'm going to cover them all ❤️ As I said, I sense so much secrecy here. But during the next 3 months everything will be revealed. Do you have feelings for someone you shouldn't, but you keep it to yourself? You will probably either tell them or they'll know. Someone from your friend group or class has a crush on you? You will definitely discover it. Do you have an affair behind someone's back? Baby.. it will be known. Does the person you are involved with know that you don't want something serious? It's time for them to learn... I don't seek to be strict, only honest and loving with you, so this is why I advise against being reckless, okay? With your heart and others'. One of the first messages that popped up, is **warning against unwanted pregnancies** so pretty please make sure you use protection if you don't plan on getting pregnant!!! 💗 Pile 4, in the next 3 months karma will be served, whether it's good or bad. If you worry, it's not too late to change how things are. You always have free will. It's just the overall energy that I am getting. For example, if you don't want your crush to know that you like them, then they won't. BUT, opportunities will present themselves.. just sayin'! It's your choice, always. Expect those changes to occur during the next mercury retrograde (December 13th if you're reading this before that date). I advise you to be on your best behaviour, pile 4!!! I know "forbidden love" situations & mind games are giving you adrenaline and meaning in life... but it's not the time to act up if you want to be free of consequences 😳 And for those of you who know you're doing nothing wrong, I got you. Someone is absolutely infatuated with you but something is holding them back. I have channeled a few clues for you ❤️ : "dark hair" "Scorpio" "19 (could be age or numbers at their date of birth)" "Works in retail" "Initials J or D" "has a flag/scarf of their favourite football team in their room" "met at a party" "subtle ways to have physical contact with you" "had a cringe emo phase a while ago" "has randomly bought you food before" Does it ring a bell?? Zodiac Signs mostly present/related: Aquarius, pisces, Scorpio (sun, moon, rising or venus)

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I tend to fixate on evan as a character at times because his whole shtick is that hes mysterious and has issues tm, but also because i have also been the haunted (literally spoke to ghosts as a child) ass white kid (white) suffering from food insecurity (yall ever have a mustard sandwich, its bread heels with mustard on them. Thats how i learned to like mustard.) So i relate to him quite a bit.

But, i cant help but be deeply curious about the other misfits and their lives, struggles, and their mysteries.

I frequently work with kids like Jammer (ive been christened with a nickname by middleschoolers. Its Shawty DooBop. Im glad its that and not "that mean ass librarian") and I wonder what his life is like on a day to day basis. Did he pick his sister up from her after school program? How long has he been writing? A lot of kids I know, no matter how much they like the sports they play, were originally put into them by parents hoping they could be something great, but what would he want to be if he wanted to be something different? Did he ever read the maximum ride series? Does he actually like dragon ball Z or is it more of a cultural osmosis thing?

K is deeply relatable to me on a number of levels (nonbinary tumblrina) but also deeply alien. Do they talk to their family at all? Do they feel remorse for cyber bullying people over steven universe? Do they get mad at themself when they have to remember people cant just be tropes, they also have to be people? Even themself? When will they go to therapy????

Sam black, britain, butler my beloved. Fellow child of divorce, how much did that influence your comunication? How long has being an influencer been her focus? Does she actually want to inluence, or does she just want friends? She struggled in school, did anyone ever try to help? Would it have been better or worse to be on an iep plan? Does she still talk to her family much now that shes famous, is it out of love, or out of that family wanting her support and her energy? How has T2 stayed a teacup pig? Those usually grow into potbelly pigs of some sort. Does she feel like her magic has actually hampered her ability to connect with others because she is so easily liked? What were the sailor moon forums like, what happened after your pink pal stopped liking pink?

Also to the magic mommy of all time, what was Bombini's life like? A 600+ year old wizard who seems to have lost everything dear to him and is upholding the memory of people long lost built on foundations that were crumbling from the start. Dudes middle name is kyle. He seems like a paralell to our sad ass white boy, if they had decided to uphold the nature of magic and the old ways, would evan have become like him? A shuffling, sad, impossibly old steward? Also whats happening on tadershacourt. Whos the shadow man with Khan.

God i have so many questions, im deeply glad misfits and magic got a season 2 but i do think it has just given me more to be insane about. I managed this with only 4 eps and a holiday special, im gonna explode. Truely the tumblr coded series of all time.

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Propaganda

Lena Horne (Cabin in the Sky, Stormy Weather)— Incredibly talented biracial actress, singer, dancer, and activist (she did so much work towards integrating audiences). Because of the racism of the era, she rarely got to be the lead actress but filmmakers loved her so much that they would often create stand alone segments within a film to highlight her beautiful singing, knowing that these segments would ultimately be cut from the film by censors in areas that forbid films with Black performers. Also, she's just so wonderful in Cabin in the Sky as a gold-digger villain who is not the least bit subtle about her intentions. I would highly recommend checking out her work.

Jane Fonda (Barbarella, Sunday in New York, Barefoot in the Park)—Feminist icon, LGBTQ+ rights activist since the 70s, Civil Rights and Native American rights advocate, environmentalist… she really is THE woman ever

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Lena Horne:

Black American powerhouse singer and actor who faced all the usual bullshit that any BIPOC faced in vintage Hollywood and achieved legendary status anyway. Also a Civil Rights movement icon.

She was a gem

She was so beautiful and those dimples are amazing! Truly depressing how badly Hollywood treated her because she was black. I would love to have seen what she really could have been if they didn’t cast her in so many yikes roles. She’s got gorgeous eyes and that body! Her joyful smile makes happiness sexy!

Civil rights actress, singer, dancer, actress, she's got the whole package

Lena Horne was a wonderful singer and actress who largely starred in black cast musicals. While she had a lot of main stream success, she ultimately lost the lead role in showboat (a role she had played on the stage) to a white actress due to hollywood's prejudices. She was also blacklisted during the HUAC hearings, but she still managed to be hot be hot as fuck and have a career spanning decades, working with more well-known stars like Judy Garland in musicals, and working on stage and releasing albums when her hollywood career began to suffer.

Miss Horne became famous during a period of time when Hollywood had very few meaningful roles for people of color. Although she is more so known as a performer, she starred in two successful all black productions (Cabin in the Sky & Stormy Weather). If that wasn't enough, she also guest starred on the Muppets (Season 1, Episode 11)

Jane Fonda:

" I assume she's already been submitted but I gotta make sure. I think there's an element to movies like Barbarella or her segment of Spirit of the Dead of those having been directed by her husband, who famously made movies about her being hot, and the incredible costume design also helped, but good lord. Look at her"

"She was so pretty, dear lord! She was and still us stunning. She’s great at comedy and drama."

"Shes so hot im so gay for me i will let her hit me with hers car"

"Gorgeous and also still getting arrested at climate protests, which is sexy behavior"

"Watching her in Barefoot in the Park seriously made me, a straight woman, question things"

"PLEASE I LOVE HER SO MUCH"

"Her vibes in these movies are so interesting because she, the daughter of an Old Hollywood star, went on to make both poignant dramatic movies and the some of the silliest things you've ever seen but even in the silly space adventures and sexploitations there's always this undeniable gravitas to her. It's like she's able not to take herself very seriously but at the same time never stops having this grace and elegance and makes it all work together. And she's always been very politically active which is also sexy. Her famous mugshot is from 1970 so right at the cutoff mark but come on"

[wearepurplejackets]

Little recap of episode 4 of season 4 of Wakfu

Look at this!!

You saw this beautiful smile???? This smile can stop babies from crying (and Nora). This smile can revive a puppy.

You saw it???

Well, I hope you did because I think we'll not see it in a really loooooooong time~ (maybe 9... Or 10 episodes.) The storm is coming... violently with a bat.

(BEHOLD SPOILERS OF EP 4 OF SEASON 4 OF WAKFU)

I remember Tot said season 4 was gonna be sad a f*ck and that Yugo will have to pass some kind of "hard trial" (AGAIN) in this season because this kid will never have a good rest. Not even a breath. Stop. Give this little boy some holidays c'mon, the lord is always testing our little angel to the limit. (And by lord I mean Ankama I'm looking at you...)

So it's very likely that Yugo will start to suffer even more in the next episode. And of course, in the entire season :))))))) Let this boy have something, someone precious by his side more than an instant and stop take it from him in the next second, I beg you. (He just found his family... And... Qilby I guess. And Adamai just abandoned him already to investigate by his own way...)

Just seeing how the kings and queens of every nation were so disrespectful in front of him and just called his mother a monster and made her cry, well. (I want to riot! When Joris said they were "quite tense" he fell short.)

Okay, yes, I understand the eyes in the sky~ are pretty creepy and of course I don't trust her either, at least, like this is so suspicious for sure, no one was born yesterday even when she is trying to be so kind and helpful monitoring the entire planet (yeessss mom, way too much).

But, c'mon, this is a goddess as tall as... I don't know, as much as she wants, girl she is made of f*cking magic. If she wanted she could erase you from existence. She didn't have to give a f*ck about anyone and HERE WE ARE~

The best thing you can do is looking for a fight with her in the moment you meet her with no hesitasion? Do you want to die that much? Do you know about survival? Did you skip that class maybe? (I'm going for a tea BECAUSE-)

It was so necessary to (be a little racist dear rich people and) insult the giant blue mother of your hero in his f*cking face and the people who are at least trying to do your job (which any of you losers did well, like ever, btw. When Sadida kingdom was about to be destroyed by the chaos of Ogrest what did you do?? Eh, where were you???)

Jobs like protecting and saving your citizens from, nothing, being robbed and I don't know: imminent death??? I mean, really? Was that all you thought about in this situation? Being a d*ck was your best choice.

These same guys here were talking about stolen freedom?? What freedom? The brotherhood of Tofu had to save your asses for like 3 season. 3 ovas and dozens of comics. The same people who criticize others actions but never assist and reunite when they are needed, Cause I don't know Rick, it seems a little fake....

Yugo just met his mom and his sis and he already has the world of 12 hating them... Like wow, the rulers are all going to die in the hands of that kind of white demon/zombies of TLOU/soul suckers or whatever they are. And I really don't give a f*ck for any of them, ladies and gentlemen. Only the crowns are going to remain. (Down with the monarchy.)

Weeeeeeeell.

You know what? I don't care what Yugo will do from this point. Nop, not a bit. But I'm with him to the end of everything. I will support you honey, I will defend you no matter what. I mean, I'll be totally okay if he decides to save the world for the third f*cking time and I also will be okay if in the end he prefers to let all these motherf*ckers die in an instant with no mercy and no regre-

And it could even happen that Yugo loses someone important in season 4... (The same way I will lose my mind.) Hope that never happens, I just swear to god-

Anyway, Yugo fans, unite and brace yourselves.

[firstprince-history-huh]

Favourite Lone Star Fandom Memories

Oh boy where to begin! I have so many good memories of this show! Watching it, being in the fandom, reading fics & so much more!

Thanks to @thisbuildinghasfeelings for starting this & for tagging me! ❤️💕

And thank you for also tagging me @everlastingday @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @tellmegoodbye @heartstringsduet ❤️💕

1. How Tarlos & Lone Star was the first time I think I truly started to be so involved in fandom

So there are a lot of books & TV shows/movies that I had read/watched before Lone Star. And a few months before I knew about Lone Star, I read Red, White & Royal Blue. RWRB is what brought me back to Tumblr after like 5 years & also what got me reading fics again after almost 10 years. I started engaging in fandom because of that. And it is through some of the mutuals from RWRB fandom that I got introduced to Tarlos (more on that below). Now back to my point- although I had started engaging in fandom through RWRB, it was after starting Lone Star that I truly deeply started engaging in fandom as a whole. Interacting with other fellow fans, reading & commenting on fics, being a part of post-episode analysis & discussion about what happened, encouraging (more like pestering lol 😂) my bestie (I was also the one who introduced her & some of my other friends to RWRB around the same time) to watch it is something that I hadn't done to a great extent in any of the previous fandoms.

2. TARLOS

So after Push aired, I started seeing gifs of the "breath baby breath" scene & that is how I got introduced to this fandom. I was like who are these guys? What is going on? And then I saw a few YouTube clips of that scene & I was like ok I'm watching this show. And truly the story of Tarlos is so beautiful! I love that there is no cheating/love triangle drama. Because I've seen that in some of my older fandoms & I just love how they didn't show that with these two you know?

3. The cast

The cast is so incredibly talented! I love the way they portray the characters! Prior to watching Lone Star, the only cast member I had seen in the stuff I had watched was Rob Lowe in Holiday in the Wild & in Parks & Rec. But now there's this whole group of people that I would love to watch anything else that they star in!

4. Live watching

Season 5 was the first season that I truly watched live. Before that, season 3 & 4 I would watch on Disney+ an hour after it aired as that is when the new episodes would become available on Disney+ in the country where I was at that time. So truly live watching has been so much fun! Getting to see what happens & reacting to it in real time, reading other people's reactions has been amazing! And eating Cheetos while live watching- thanks for reminding me of that @lemonlyman-dotcom & your food tag game was my favorite part of my pre-show ritual!

5. Fics

The fics! Need I say more? The fics I've read in his fandom have been so amazing, incredible & brilliant! And the number of times I've re-read some of the fics!

6. My favorite episodes & specific moments from them

Watching & rewatching some of the episodes because I just love the things that happened in them! The soulmate scene has to be one of my top favs because the way it altered my brain chemistry! The Tarlos wedding vows, the proposal, bad call, saving grace, the police station scene from 1x03, the hospital scene from 1x08, PUSH, riddle of the sphynx, Lou 1 & Lou 2, Marjan & Joe's wedding and so many more!

I absolutely loved doing this so much!

I know I'm a bit late to doing this, but OPEN TAG to anyone who wants to do this & also tagging:

@actual-sleeping-beauty @ladytessa74 @ladyknight1512 @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk

@ironheartwriter @annoyingcloudearthquake @henrygrass @goodways @detective-giggles

@beautifulhigh @dear-viv @sapphic--kiwi @emsprovisions @sarnagati @paperstorm

@chicgeekgirl89 @nancys-braids @herefortarlos @liminalmemories21 @meditating-honey-badger

@lemonlyman-dotcom @queen-saltyfries

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Okay, part two. Let's go girls, gays and theys, Papa Polarity ain't saved yet.

[Part 1] [Part3]

Lily Commits Elder Gay Mutant Abuse, feat. "Eldritch Lily" (Part 2)

Everything gets worse . . .

4:13: Lily mischaracterizes Charles Xavier, throws up a Martin Luthor King quote she either doesn't understand or didn't read carefully enough, going full whyte. (Never go full whyte.)

How much do I need to dignify this by explaining why this is fucking asinine? Charles is a pacifist for the most part. A recognized and respected form of activism and protest. Like, the least charitable interpretation of what Lily's trying to say here is that figures like Gahndi, Abbie Hoffman, and dear old MLK himself are posers complicit in the oppression two of them lost their fucking life to.

That quote is referring to white people passively complicit in racism that just want black people to shut the fuck up Lily-- not passive forms of activism.

You know, it's one thing to be profoundly fucking wrong about cartoons, it's an entirely different beast when you're profoundly wrong about shit like this. Absolutely fucking ghoulish.

It feels weird pivoting back to the costumed vigilantes with funky genes, but we gotta keep going. Ironically for how much Lily is focusing on the movies here-- one of my issues with the way Charles is portrayed is he keeps casually threatening people/doing shady shit and getting away with it. Makes you question why it's framed as okay when he does it and not when it's Erik. Charles isn't a saint, he shouldn't be portrayed as one, and there's a lot of thematic dissonance when the films feel the need to lampshade the shit he gets up to less he lose the moral high ground.

4:50: OH HERE WE GO.

5:00: Lily goes on a long rant about the "activists who GO TOO FAR" trope in media.

I technically agree with her, but I can tell by the examples she's giving that she's parroting things Hbomberguy said in his RWBY video, just in a less charitable tone. So, really I agree with Hbomberguy.

She's not wrong that the BoM and Magneto sometimes wanders into this territory (I mean, they were originally 'The Brotherhood of Evil Mutant' and all that) unfortunately, but she hasn't supported that position at all. I have to assume she's heard this brought up somewhere else, this isn't exactly a unique take by any means. I doubt she's actually familiar enough with the content to create an original cohesive argument.

Lily doesn't like moral ambiguity in her media. That would be fine if she wasn't this butthurt that other people feel very differently.

6:05: "And yes, you knew we were getting to it! [ . . .] Almost all of Legend of Korras main villians start at a good through line. But then some twist comes up that makes everything they said before completely pointless."

THESE TWO, "START AT A GOOD THROUGH LINE!?"

LILLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

6:15: "Season one's Amon is a socialist activist who cares about the oppression of non-benders by benders-- until it turns out that he doesn't."

I know this is a popular interpretation of the equalitists, especially given that their name is 'the equalists,' but actually the show never gives us enough information about the sociopolitical dynamics of benders and non-benders to say for sure. I'm not going to get into it here, if you want my full breakdown and analysis on the social politics of Avatar, let me know. In summary, it's tempting to assume benders would be the dominant class as they have literal powers, but that's not really how systemic power works. There's conflicting inference on what the dynamics are, and it may be different depending on the nation. The equalists are schrodinger's activists. They could be the Black Panthers, they could be the Proud Boys. That is not me making a false equivalency between those two groups, it's just never established if their perceived systemic persecution is real or imagined.

This isn't really a criticism of Lily. That it is so ambiguous is a flaw in the show. The interpretation Amon is supposed to be a socialist is as valid as any. Well. . . It's an extremely reductive interpretation of a socialist, and I know Lily doesn't know what a socialist actually is, but I'm trying to be charitable when possible here.

I do LIKE Korra myself, to be clear. But, yeah. There's problems.

6:31: "Season four's Kuvira wants to stitch the Earth Kingdom back together but doesn't want to restore an oppressive monarchy like everyone else does. And then declares that she is the dictator of the Earth Kingdom."

Yeah, that is just a thing that has happened in history, Lily. When there's a power vacuum left by a sudden or violent upheaval of a tyrant, unfortunately often another tyrant at least attempts to take their place. This is one of the reasons why former colonies struggle to cultivate stability-- societies and communities can get fucked in the ass by this kind of shit. This isn't a pro-monarchy message Lily-- consider maybe trying to learn things now and again.

This is why people call you a fake leftist Lily. Doing (relatively) minor gestures of good will like handing out food for a short period then pulling the rug out from under the people once they're complicit is right out of the facist playbook. You are virtually doing the exact thing you accused Rebecca Sugar of, but for real.

You're being outfoxed by a kid's show again.

6:44: "Season two's Unalaq [you get the idea.]"

Lily is pro gentrification until you involve demon kites I guess. I'm confused why she thinks he ever had any good intentions, it's telegraphed immediately he's a bad dude. He's also by far the worst villain-- as in, the worst written.

7:10: "All of them go 'the status quo is bad therefore commence genocide' like they got their political theory from fucking Vaush."

By your line of thinking so did Firelord Sozin:

"I had my own vision for a brighter future . . ."

I don't like Vaush either, but-- this isn't even the pot calling the kettle black. This is the blackened grime on the pot calling the kettle black.

GOD THIS VIDEO IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT MAGNETO. WE'VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT KORRA FOR ALMOST THIS WHOLE POST.

7:19: "The entire show you're watching Korra become a stooge for the status quo every single time. 'The problem isn't that the system is bad, it's that the wrong people are in charge.' And then they inevitably change the status like bringing democracy to the Earth Kingdom and you're left wondering-- wait, why wasn't the other person doing this!?"

I did not edit those two statements together. That is, in fact, Lily pointing out why her own arguments are stupid in the very next breath. Thanks for saving me the effort, I guess.

7:45: "Why weren't the characters you set up to do these things . . . Doing the things?!"

Because they weren't set up to do these things Lily. They're the antagonists. They ideologically were designed to be foils for Korra to overcome.

Korra's political messages aren't even that deep, and yet you're this incapable from telling even obvious totalitarian right-wing ideology and mild liberalism apart.

8:10: "It's so nakedly obvious how protective of the status quo these stories are."

This is, in a very abstract way, a valid criticism of Korra. This is a common problem in a lot of media, and Korra is far from the worst offender. I think it does breach past this to some extent, just not as much as I would have personally liked with all its seasons.

But make no mistake this is Lily again, taking something Lily has seen someone else say and putting that opinion through a blender.

Let's not beat around the bush here, Lily just wanted to bitch about Korra again. It's almost like she thinks if she repeats her idiotic media analysis enough, maybe THIS time people will realize how brilliant she is.

8:27: "A victim of abuse, torture or r@pe trying to kill her [only 'her,' huh?] abuser in vengeance is right to do so."

Okay, that's enough of this for now. Part 3 coming soon.

[tribalauthor]

THE WISEWOMAN (roman reigns ff) <chapter 1>

Word count: 2k

13th January, 2024

11.27am

It is a snowy Saturday in New York which is perfect for a coffee hangout with friends drinking overpriced hot chocolate or reading a clichè romance book by the fireplace at home but do you know where I am? I am situated in a hospital room, worrying my ass off for my dear uncle Paul.

"Uncle, I hope you get better soon" I was holding his hand. If something happens to him, I would completely lose it. He is the closest family I have after my mother.

He apparently got into an accident earlier and for everybody's surprise, that accident didn't happen in WWE - the place that can literally end you in the hospital especially for a talker like my uncle. But no, it wasn't there. He may have broken his leg in his very own house while he was trying to fix his lightbulb.

Yeah, I know this sounds very dumb but sometimes the dumbest things lead us to accidents.

"Don't worry, Sophia. I'm going to be fine." he assured me with a little nod. He has always been the type of person who doesn't want to bother his close people in any way but I don't know if he realizes how much it means to me him to be okay.

"So Mr. Heyman" the doctor entered in the room. A medium tall man with very short grey-white hair and beard. He was holding an X-ray.

"You see this?" he showed it to me and uncle. I see an X-ray. My mom would be more familiar with this since she is a surgeon. "I don't know how you fell down but this a serious injury. You will need a lot of rest and time for recovery."

"Yeah, okay. I understand" uncle gave one of his light smiles.

"That means no work" the doctor specified.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson" oh no. Here he goes. The ultimate talker himself, Paul Heyman. "I am the special council for your Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns and he has to prepare for a very important match for the Royal Rumble which is a fatal 4-way match by the way which in case you don't know, it means he has to fight three men at the same time, so he can defend his Undisputed WWE championship and then he has to prepare for Wrestlemania 40." I'm sure the doctor understood close to nothing from what was said. I know uncle gets crazy during Wrestlemania season and now he will get even crazier that he won't be able to work.

"Uncle" I sighed and rolled my eyes. He loves his job. He has always loved his job but he is way too dedicated and that's why he got so far, of course. He is amazing at what he does. I watch his stuff from time to time. I know all of his guys and I know that Roman Reigns is a big deal.

The doctor had the typical look of confusion, probably thinking my uncle is crazy which he is. He is a crazy man indeed but I still love him. He has helped me a lot throughout the years.

Especially after my father died from overdose almost 9 years ago. I was just 18 years old when this happened and uncle still hasn't forgiven his own brother for doing this to me, his only daughter, and my mother who as I said is a surgeon therefore a very busy woman.

Uncle was the only one who supported me when I said I wanted to major in journalism in Julliard because I think I got that orator skills from him. My mother, of course, wasn't supportive since she wanted me to become a doctor. I mean are we surprised?

But I knew I ain't made for the hospital rooms. I am made for talking. I was born with a big mouth and have talked smack since forever.

After I finished my master's degree program in Mass Communication in Julliard I started an internship in Brooklyn Magazine where I write articles. The editor in chief likes them and she said she sees a high potential in me.

"If you want to recover sooner, Mr. Heyman, you have to stay at home and take a rest. Your wife can take care of you-"

"I'm divorced" uncle interrupted him.

"I will take care of you, uncle. No problem." I said immediately.

"No." he just shook his head. Who is gonna take care of him then? My cousins are in college and I'm working a full time job.

"Look, I can ask my boss for less hours work" I tried to persuade him.

"No" he shook this head, saying with the exact same tone as earlier. I see the spark in his eyes. The same spark when he comes up with something.

"I can always hire a lady to take care of me but you, my dear niece, will take my spot temporarily in WWE as a special council for the Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns".

I furrowed my eyebrows so hard that I bet, an enormous wrinkle appeared on my forehead.

"What? Why?"

"This is going to be perfect for your resumè, Sophia. Trust me. Think about this." he seemed absolutely certain.

"Uncle, I want to be a JOURNALIST. To sit around in the studio for the morning shows, wearing my cute little costumes that I'm going to buy with my own money and interviewing politicians, celebrities and all the crazy, pretentious people that come to your mind. I don't wanna be stuck in a wrestling federation interviewing some big ass sweaty men and asking them things like 'So what are you gonna do to your opponent tonight?'. No. That's not my dream. See, the boss told me she sees a big potential in me because of my skills and face card. How am I supposed to leave?"

I just dropped my dramatic monologue about my dreams. And I didn't lie. This is how I've been imagining myself my whole life.

Uncle didn't seem deeply fazed by this monologue. Indeed, he softened a bit but he still had the look in his eyes, the exact look that he knows he has something against me.

"Okay. Alright, Sophia. Whatever you say. I get your point. I'm not going to force you but didn't you say you want to take care of me?" I see where the things are going right now.

"Yes but that's-" he didn't even let me finish my point because he knows another monologue is coming. We rarely argue but boy, when we do, things get crazy.

"Taking my place temporarily in WWE is the best way you can help me and yourself as well. It's a win-win situation." he flashed one of his cute little innocent smiles but he knows very well he ended me with using my phrase and the "help" part.

I just pressed my lips, closed my eyes in defeat and took a deep sigh.

"Also don't make me mention the fact that you are always going to travel around the country and even the world and if you get your dream job in CNN or GMA or like you called them "morning shows", you aren't gonna travel much, for the record. You are going to be stuck in the same thing over and over again but in WWE you have the variety of experiences and you are going to see for yourself. Also WWE is the best place you can get recognition which will lead to big opportunities beyond your imagination."

And with this statement uncle just solidified himself even more as the righteous one. The part about opportunities may be no lie.

"Plus, in WWE you can wear your "cute little suits" as you referred. Allow me to send you some money and buy yourself something" he took out his phone and transferred me some money.

"Okay, uncle. I got your point already. Alright. I'm going to be your replacement...temporary." I specified.

"Temporary, of course. I would never let you take my job, Sophia. As much as I love you, you know the grip it has on me."

"I am fully aware" I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

"You will see how easy it is to work with Roman Reigns." Uncle seemed weirdly excited.

"That Aquaman ass guy? He ain't giving me those vibes but whatever you say, I guess. You know him better than I do." I shrugged. Uncle always talks in superlatives when it comes to Roman Reigns. He ain't even talking about me and my cousins like that, so we get lowkey jealous.

I kind of acknowledge that Roman guy. As I know he changed the WWE business completely and so on, I know he is heavily thirsted over by both males and females. However, I don't fall into that category.

"I want you to behave in front of him, okay? And Jey and Jimmy too. Save the smack talk for the rest of the roster." he knows how dangerous I can get when I start talking.

"Got it, uncle" I rolled my eyes for the millionth time today. We will see how these guys are going to treat me and I will decide how to behave. But from what uncle has told me they seem like great men but at the end of the day, I'm going to be the judge of that.

"Alright. Now I'm gonna make a few calls. I am going to call Roman, Hunter and even your boss if you want to. Then I'm going to tell you all about work.

"I'm gonna tell my boss, don't worry about that." I assured him.

"So tomorrow you have a meeting with Triple H aka Paul Levesque aka your temporary boss and after that Roman will show you around the building and everything. He may even add some stories for the business from his point of view. Agh." uncle sighed and had a big grin on his face. "He is an amazing man, Sophia. The biggest single star in the whole sports entertainment. If someday you bring me a nephew in law, I wish him to be as Roman - successful, strong, loyal and dedicated. But the Tribal Chief's level is unreachable, so at least somewhat close to him"

"Chill, uncle. You ain't at work right now." I couldn't help but laugh at him.

Honestly right now, I don't want any man. Two months ago I ended my relationship with Robert Mayer. We graduated at the same university but he was from the Law Department. Does a laywer and journalist sound like a great match?

That's what I thought.

"Dad, how are you?" my cousins flashed in the room. They are a few years younger than me and they are so cute, honestly. We exchanged a hug.

"I am gonna be okay, kids" uncle couldn't help but smile at them. "As long as I have you three, I am always going to be okay."

"We told mom about this". Jason said.

"Why? What have I told you? You don't tell your mother anything about me". He scolded my cousins. Uncle can't really stand aunt.

"Don't worry, she is not coming". Amanda assured him. She looks exactly like aunt when she was young, though. Blonde hair and brown eyes. She looks nothing like uncle but his son does. He just has hair...still.

I got the blue eyes from my father and uncle and the blonde hair from mom since she is also a natural blondie but a very skilled surgeon.

Somebody entered in the room as well. That must be aunt. I haven't seen her in ages but I couldn't mistake her.

"What did you do, Paul?" she scolded him. They still have that "married couple attitude" although they have been divorced for so long and as much uncle claims that he cannot stand her, I know it's not completely true. She is the mother of his kids after all.

"Oh Lord, please save me" uncle started baptising and looking up at the ceiling.

"Chill your dramatic ass down and let me see what have you done" she went to him and smiled at me mouthing "Hi", I did as well.

I waved at my cousins and uncle goodbye because I intend to leave them alone.

"No, Sophia. Don't leave me" he begged.

"I have to prepare for tomorrow, remember? It's a big day" I replied while walking to the door. "I'm going to contact you tomorrow and make sure to keep me updated of your condition" these were my last words before I exited the room and dialed my boss' number.

[animestsstuff2]

Twitterpated

ProHeroHawks x VillainFem Reader

This lil story/fic will involve depictions of Hawks primal needs. I kinda feel with mutation quirks its pros and cons for all things and with that Hawks having a mate and a heat. Ya know he’s all twitterpated for you. This is a lil slow burn! You are a villain for the L.O.V. There will be character description but mainly on things like (light eyes glistened or hair fell over your face) otherwise up to you guys

Content warning: pretty chill first chapter just an intro really, some fighting, mention of injury, burning flesh. Potential spoilers if you haven’t watched to season 4/5 i think

Hawks stood on top of a large telephone pole knocking back his coffee as he suppressed a yawn. He was on night patrol and this was only night one. His eyes watching over night life below. It wasn’t too busy after all since it was Monday but his eyes stayed narrowed as he scanned the lit streets and shadowed alley ways. His feathers out fluttering about for something..anything to give this ProHero something to do.

He tipped his head backwards body following as his wings bristled, something was going on and it excited him. His wings stretching out as they flew him forward to where he felt it where the rest of his feathers were gathering. He made his way to a lesser part of the big city his eyes scanning the smaller houses with overgrown gardens. His eyes scanning the area when he seen it. A bright blue flashing to his left and he swooped round, landing on the roof and stepping to the edge.

“L-Look! I-im sorry but I don’t have it right now!” Two people, a criminal and a civilian. Hawks crouched low as he watched the palm of the mans light up in blue flame. Hawks chewed his lip debating whether to step in as they hadn’t noticed him.

As a hero he should step in but as a double agent he should leave Dabi to his business. He decides on the latter giving a quick glance to the guy being threatened only to see hes already staring at Hawks. He feigns a look of care as he presses his index finger to his lips, getting up from his position he pulls a long feather from his wings. The fluffy plume now taut into a red blade. He moved to step off the roof when a hand reached round his mouth and the feeling of something sharp prod his back.

Hawks eyes widened genuinely as his body stilled. The feather in his hand fluffing out as he finally registered the person behind him. His brows furrowing as his own wings puffed out on instinct trying to grasp who this was and how they slipped by him. It was almost impossible not with his senses.

“Hey there birdy” He sucked in a breath as the sultry voice just giggled in his ear. He was no longer as sleepy as he was earlier. He opened his mouth not knowing what to say as his eyes fell back to the man only to see a blue flame lick him up. Hawks nose crinkled at the smell of burning flesh as the raven haired man spun round.

“Hey there pro” he grinned sending a nod most likely to whoever was behind Hawks. The hand was removed as the person stepped back and on instinct Hawks spun. The long feather once again pulled as sharp as a knife as he pushed the tip under the persons chin.

His hand faltered as his eyes met yours. A white cloth mask was pulled up over your nose but the bright moon made your eyes glow. His feather reduced to fluff as his mind for a moment drew blank and you only giggled at the supposed ProHero. You lifted a gloved hand up and gently pushed the feather aside. The action sending a tingle down his stomach and he straightened up. His wings were never sensitive, why now.

“Hey Angel, not a very nice way to act towards our dear friend here” Dabi’s voice broke Hawks from his thoughts as his head turned back to the scarred man who already had a cigarette in his mouth. Hawks watched as the girl before him jumped from the roof his preying eyes not missing the white that appeared when her cloak shifted from the fall. That white looked like feathers, like wings.

Hawks followed putting his bigger feather back as he sent out smaller plumes to survey the area and ensure no one was watching. His narrowed eyes watching the two villains before him.

“Did you really need to burn him Dabi? It always smells so bad” you whined as you crossed your arms moving closer to Hawks whose feathers bristled again.

“Stop whinin’ now especially after you begged me to let you come with” Dabi snapped back taking a drag of his cigarette.

“You gonna tell me what that was about? Save me n’ the commission some paperwork” Hawks asked, watching as Dabi’s mouth stretched into a humourless grin.

“Yeah? Yano, just cause the boss wants ya doesn’t mean im your buddy too” He grumbled and Hawks rolled his eyes at the mans antics.

“At least gimme a name and why you did it. You need me to kill another pro just so you’ll spill?” He hummed. His eyes flicking to the girl beside him, more specifically her hand that was reaching for his wings. He pivoted on his heel turning his body completely towards you as he grabbed your wrist tightly, narrowed eyes and slit pupils staring at you.

“Calm down Birdy. I just wanted to know if they were really as soft as everyone says” You teased sending him a wink. Hawks brows furrowed at your behaviour and just shoved your wrist away frustrated a villain was toying with him.

“His name is Ito Takashi. He owed the boss some money and wasn’t able to pay up so I took care of it” Hawks eyes glanced over to the embers of what was once a man, what once was a life and felt guilt chew at his heart. He, however, remained stoic and only rolled his eyes.

“Bit far burning him though” he observed and Dabi just shrugged as he eyed his companion. Her eyes focused on Hawks this entire time.

“Hmm, suppose I coulda used one of your little feathers to slice him huh” Dabi muttered as he reached a hand and plucked a red feather from Hawks wings. The mans bird like eyes honed in on the feather that sat in Dabi’s palm.

“I don’t think you’ll miss this one”

The blue flames swallowed it whole and Hawks suppressed the small sting in his back and rather focused his attention on the shove Dabi received from the all too quiet girl.

“What? You feel bad for the guy just cause you share the same quirk as him?” He teased as you shoved him again and slapped his arm. Hawks attention shifted as he stared at her now. You averted your gaze but Dabi only chuckled, reaching over and snatching the cloak from you. The metal broach snapping as the fabric lay on the ground.

Hawks eyes widened at the white wings that emerged from your back. They were almost the size of his own. His heart quickened as something stirred in his chest. The wings stayed tucked behind you but it was obvious how big they were for the curled far over your head and the bottom feathers lay on the grass at your feet. You were quick together the cloak from the ground and pull it back over your shoulders, clicking the broach back together as your eyes met Hawks.

“Get a good enough look little Bird?” You hummed but he could sense the anger in your tone. He relaxed his previously tense shoulders and glanced at Dabi.

“Yeah we got another you Hawks. Shes a beauty, names Angel, well obviously I can’t tell ya her real name. I wouldn’t let her wings deceive you..Shes far from holy” Dabi chuckled as he moved his attention to his phone and sighed.

“Alright Dove, crusty wants us back” Dabi turned and began waving his hand for you to follow. Your eyes finding Hawks already staring at you.

“Till next time Hawks don’t miss me too much” You chirped as you followed after Dabi. Hawks paused momentarily before taking to the sky, eyes scanning for the two villains only to find you both gone. His brows furrowed as he continued to fly over the city finding himself landing on the roof of a tall building.

A strange feeling was building in his chest as he crouched low. His eyes watching the city below but not really paying attention as his thoughts trailed back to you.

Who were you?

There was no way the commission didn’t know about you, especially with a quirk similar to his. If they did have information on you it most likely is old. The commission has intel on almost all of the criminals in Kyushu and surrounding areas, even if it was limited like Dabi’s or Shigaraki’s they would have something, so why didn’t he know about you? Why wasn’t he warned of someone like you, someone like him. The U.A student Tokoyami is one of the only other individuals Hawks knew to have a similar based quirk.

“Hmm..Angel” The name didn’t ring any bells either aside from church ones as he mulled over his thoughts, trying to distract himself from the continuing feeling in his chest.

This feeling only dragged further throughout Hawks night shift and when 8AM rolled round he was immediately through the balcony doors in his office. His body warm and feverish, feathers puffed and wings twitching as he headed out of his office, finding his assistant already at his desk with a pile of paper work. His head snapped up with a smile that dropped upon seeing the hero.

“Hawks! You don’t look so good are you okay?” Hawks waved him off. He could feel the sweat along his forehead. He didn’t need a mirror to know how bad he probably looked.

“Yeah, don’t worry just think chugging a bunch of coffees has got me all wired up. I left some documents on my desk of reports needing sorted. I’m on nights this week so i’ll leave anything for you on my desk each morning” his assistant only nodded slowly as the pro headed by and down the elevator, leaving his agency and taking to the skies as he quickly flew home.

He couldn’t strip fast enough. His boots kicked haphazardly off, next was his belt that got slung over the sofa. His gloves chucked in the hallway along with his cargos. His jacket shrugged off as he peeled his tight black shirt from his warm body and hit the shower button. The warm water that usually comforted his sore muscles made him recoil as he turned it to cold.

His forehead resting along the tiles as his wings stretched and continued twitching. His feathers unable to keep still as some smaller ones plucked themselves off and flew mindlessly around the bathroom. Hawks just sighed as his eyes closed, trying to ignore this feeling. He could be sick but he rarely ever gets sick, though its not like there isn’t medicine available to deal with this. His thoughts continued as he decided he’d call the doctors before he went to sleep. His hand running through his wet hair as his mind kept buzzing, skin stayed hot and wings tweaked.

Angel..

[homonculus-posting]

something a friend sent me

Ok I was too lazy to take my insomnia meds tonight which was obviously a mistake because as of writing this it’s 5:00 am on the dot and I have yet to get a wink of sleep. But it’s ok because for the last half hour or so I have been entertaining myself to the point where my face hurts from laughing with this thought. 

So Minecraft story mode au/fanfic where it’s not explicitly stated what’s different just that it’s a cannon divergence au (and maybe from the tags you can tell Ruben lives past episode 4). 

Everything is the same, just a rewrite UNTIL episode 4, the episode when Ruben dies.  Suddenly instead of getting Jesse’s point of view it switches to Ruben as he, with very vivid description from the author, lands in water instead of on the stone, survives and goes off running to find all his other friends.  They’re all so excited because you know that’s dangerous stuff for a pig. They’re all having this nice moment and then splat. 

Jesse lands on the pavement. 

Same emotional death scene but like way worse because while Ruben does help save the world in the original game people do meme on the Minecraft story mode games because of how Jesse just carries everyone in his group and no one does anything except for him. 

Everyone is sobbing even the pig as Jesse tries to say some overly emotional last words like “you know I love you guys you were my best friends and I’m glad that if I have to die it will be while I’m with you” or something. 

Poof. 

He is now inventory. 

Crying. 

Now jump cut like it does in the game to Ruben’s memorial but instead of being for Ruben it’s for Jesse. 

From here on out the game remains the same but they switch rolls, any lines said by Jesse in episodes 5-7 of season one or all of season 2 are now just Ruben going “oink”.  Still everyone responds like he said what Jesse actually says. Literally games the same but they switch. 

Season 1 episode 5: Ruben gets teleported to a sky block server with his friends, Ruben has the option to follow one friend to “build club” which is in fact a fight club reference or go to jail with another friend I’ll let you decide which is funnier, Ruben throws a terrorist off sky island.

Season 1 episode 6: Ruben meets world famous Minecraft YouTubers dantdm, captain sparkelz, ldshadowlady, Stacy plays, and stampy cat, Ruben accuses 3/5 of these YouTubers of murder, Ruben solves the mystery of the white pumpkin and her murder dinner party.

Season 1 episode 7 baybe: Ruben fights an over powered mind control ai and wins by ripping the red stone heart straight out of its circuiting.

Season 1 episode 8: Ruben rallies an army to fight off fascist dictators making people kill one another for sport and sending the “respawns” to the quartz mines, Ruben is forced to 1v2 these op fascists, Ruben loses, Ruben gets Tim’s armor, (I’ll send you a picture of Tim’s armor after this rant/brainstorm) Ruben kills the fascists, Ruben goes home. 

But that’s not all my dear elm tree, you see that’s only season one. Now we get to review the things Ruben does in season two. 

Episode 1: Ruben gets an intern named radar, Ruben takes a second to morn the best friend he lost in the battle with the wither storm recounting how good of a friend he was, Ruben (and I cannot stress enough these are all things that happen in game just with the rolls reversed) picks a Jesse look alike to be part of the parade celebrating the anniversary of them killing the wither storm, Ruben practices conflict resolution, Ruben goes on a mine adventure with Petra, Ruben gets a gauntlet stuck to his hand (hove?), Ruben freaks out, Ruben accidentally opens a gateway to hell the spills out charged creepers, Ruben feels betrayed by Petra, Ruben fights god, wins, Ruben closes the gateway to hell he opened.

Episode 2: Ruben has to fight god again, is losing, god purposely destroys the Jesse memorial to piss off Ruben, Ruben wins his second fight with god, what is the first thing Ruben does, rebuild his Jesse monument of course, god sets up another challenge for Ruben, Ruben technically loses due to the power of friendship, unfortunately Ruben has pissed off god enough god sends Ruben to bedrock prison.

Episode 3: Ruben climbs the ranks of bedrock prison, Ruben tries to release a prisoner that will help him and his friends escape bedrock prison, god does not like this, god feels Ruben has betrayed him once again, god just wants friends after all, you know who has a lot of friends, Ruben, god shape shifts into Ruben so that he can play fascist ruler, oh no, god has abandoned the bedrock prison anarchy has already started.

Episode 4 woho we’re on a roll: Ruben breaks a defunct god out of prison, defunct god tells where to find her dead god friends guide to making fascist god defunct, Ruben wins a dead god trivia contest, Ruben fights a creation made by god to be fought by other gods for entertainment, wins, Ruben goes home. 

Episode 5 you can do this we’re almost done: oh no god has made home a wasteland, Ruben forms a plan to get in gods office, Ruben hugs Lukas to prove it’s really him and not a fascist imposter, Ruben tries to reason with god fails, Ruben tries to reason with god, fails, Ruben tries to reason with god, fails, god tries to reason with Ruben, fails, Ruben kills god, order has been restored, radar Ruben ivor and Petra all set up for a sequel that will never happen. 

Le fin. 

So what are your thoughts?

(This took me 41 minutes just to type)

(took me an extra 10 minutes to edit)

(I’m sorry you have to read this)

(you do have to read this thought it took me almost an hour to write)

[maisbookstore]

The Seasons With You-...and Spring again

Michael Kaiser x fem! reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: grammar mistakes, mention of sxx, pregnancy

Keywords: pregnancy, married couple

A short description: Dear reader, take my hand as we take a look at how the untamable German prodigy, who has never received love in his life, gives a chance to Cupid. There are 4 seasons in a year, and Kaiser falls in love with Y/n in each one.

A quote from the fanfiction:

"The toilet was just as cold, boring and sterile as the rest of the building, making the already anxious woman feel tremendously bad as she followed the instructions written on the box, and placed the stick on the counter. Five minutes. Within five minutes her whole life might change.

A sudden vibration alerted her, but it was just a text from her Misha, asking how her day was going, and the woman couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. “How my day is going? Oh if you’d know.” She thought as her fingers typed “Amazing as always. Did you eat? Had enough water?” and sent. Just as she hit “send” her phone vibrated again, signalling that the test should show the result now. However the woman was unable to move, too occupied to imagine a possible future for them."

The azure sky above Munich was decorated with small fluffy clouds that were floating aimlessly above the bustling city. May has always been an unpredictable blessing and curse at the same time, because those cute fluffs  could turn into disastrous storm clouds in a minute, pouring their rage down on the people below them. However nothing feels better than the light caress of the just warm breeze of the end of May, before the summer heat.

Y/n Kaiser was in a rush- as always- as she was running from a consultation with a couple who just welcomed their first baby and wanted a cute family photo session, to the doctor’s office to put an end to her sufferings. It all started about a month ago, just after she finally got out of the flu. Usually her stomach didn’t react too well when taking antibiotics, just like now. But the symptoms disappear about a week later when taking probiotics. Unlike this time. She couldn’t be pregnant, right? Her period ended five days ago, though it was unusually short, and only a few dots left her body. But it was probably because of the stupid antibiotics that mess with her.

-Frau Kaiser. –Said the doctor’s assistant and Y/n walked in the office.

It still felt almost unreal to be called Frau Kaiser, even though the wedding was 5 months ago, on a cold, snowy December day, but their hearts were warmer than summer. Y/n could swear that she was so nervous, that majority of the wedding felt like she was in a haze, until her eyes met with bright blue orbs, that were the same colour as the sky in spring. Her Misha may have seemed arrogant, taunting even to some, but with her, he was the most gentle human being. His upbringing was harsh, leaving no room for love, but the man learnt to accept feelings as they came, and Y/n...she helped a lot with understanding them.

-So, Frau Kaiser, why are you here today?- Asked the doctor, who was a woman in her late forties maybe.

The room felt uncomfortable, too sterile for her liking. Everything was white from the walls to the cupboards, and the smell of medicines and antibacterial spray almost made her throw up.

Y/n told her symptoms, and expected another kind of pill to take, but the doctor just pulled out a pregnancy test from the cupboard behind her.

-Umm, I don’t understand. My period just ended, five days ago.

-Yes, but you also mentioned that the flow was significantly lighter, and it only lasted two days, and your usual period lasts longer. Sometimes spotting can be a symptom of pregnancy, let’s just narrow it down. You said that certain food smells make you nauseous is that right? How about your energy level? Are you feeling more tired than usually? I have to ask these questions to narrow it down, so we can find out the reason behind your unpleasant experiences.

The voice of the doctor started to fade as Y/n completely dissociated. Pregnant? She didn’t even think about that, considering the fact that she did have her period, but true, it was different than normally. Smells bothered her, she’s been exhausted constantly. But how? She took the pill diligently...

-Sometimes certain antibiotics weaken the effect of the birthcontrol pill. Have you had any intercourse while taking medication?

Germans and their straight to the point attitude... Y/n nodded. Of course they’ve had sex. Their hunger for each other was just as present as in the first few months of their relationship, which was almost three years ago. Kaiser  literally worshipped her, and the woman in exchange brought out her wilder side, making their lovemaking the most pleasurable experience.

-Well, Frau Kaiser? –The doctor’s voice pulled her back to reality. –Can you do the test now?

The toilet was just as cold, boring and sterile as the rest of the building, making the already anxious woman feel tremendously bad as she followed the instructions written on the box, and placed the stick on the counter. Five minutes. Within five minutes her whole life might change.

A sudden vibration alerted her, but it was just a text from her Misha, asking how her day was going, and the woman couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. “How my day is going? Oh if you’d know.” She thought as her fingers typed “Amazing as always. Did you eat? Had enough water?” and sent.

Just as she hit “send” her phone vibrated again, signalling that the test should show the result now. However the woman was unable to move, too occupied to imagine a possible future for them. Yes, they were young, but...would it be so bad to have a baby? A tiny creature made out of love, who’d maybe got Misha’s eyes and her hair, or Misha’s hair and her nose. A baby, who’d experience the world for the first time and they’d be there to witness it. Someone, who they could expand their love to. No...it wouldn’t be bad. A small smile tugged in the corner of her lips as two lines stared back at her. Positive.

Y/n walked back to the office with the stick in her hand, holding it like it was the most treasured thing in the world. The doctor let out a knowing smile-a rare vision- and prescribed some vitamins, booked an appointment to an obgyn specialist who’d do the ultrasound.

The way back home seemed different than normally, as if she’d just rediscovered the world around her: the colours seemed more vivid, the sounds were not as disturbing, and the warmth of the gentle spring breeze kissed her cheeks in such a cheeky way, the woman almost let out a smile in public (which she did let out in the comfort of their home).

And now the big question was: How to tell her husband the news?

[icarustypicalfall]

swan lake

kyle gaz garrick x reader

"take me home, to where i belong"

summary: swans, tulips, and gaz.

warnings: none, fluff, cute, comfort

note: i know most of those are not realistic (i read about it for accuracy) but let's pretend it can actually happen for the plot.

this one for my pookie @puff0o0 hope you like it 🫶🏻

"4, old bricks"

This type of message wasn't unfamiliar to you. In fact, it made you happy, knowing you would be meeting your beloved man in your favorite place. The dryness of the message didn't make you any less excited. You knew how busy he was, being a part of a very important task force, yet he never neglected you. He always spared time for his little darling and checked on you when he was away.

The "old bricks" wasn't, as the name might suggest, some old cranky wall located in the desert. It was a magnificent park rarely visited by people nowadays, as the youth preferred bars and discos. It was the ideal meeting place for you and your beloved—a safe, calm, and beautiful place. Originally named Forrest Green (you two shared countless laughs about the dull name), Gaz preferred referring to it as Old Bricks for security reasons and because of that time when an elderly person sitting on a brick made a comment about you two. Gaz cussed him, saying, "zip it, old brick." The awkward silence was enough for the man to walk away, while you two burst into laughter and had a five-minute moment of knee-slapping.

It was pretty cold outside, and the October weather was one of the many reasons why you loved coming to this park. Walking through the alleys, feeling the small rocks under your boots while the soft wind cut through your hair and face. The shy sun, almost setting, reflected its warm light, promising a comeback once the rainy season was over. Despite being a grown-up, you were still a child at heart, finding satisfaction in stepping on the dried orange leaves as you headed to your favorite spot close to the lake, further into the park.

From a distance, you noticed a tall figure. He turned as you got closer to him, and Gaz smiled. He was wearing civilian clothes and held a bouquet of flowers in his arms. He wrapped an arm around your waist, grinning as he lovingly kissed your forehead.

"I'm glad you came, love. I missed you a lot," his voice carried sincerity, making you smile and coo at his blushing face. He handed you the bouquet of white tulips, freshly cut and neatly collected. The delicate plants were hypnotizing, almost pure and untouchable. Gaz cleared his throat, smiling as he rubbed the back of his head.

"I might be a soldier, but I know how beautiful these are and their meaning. Seeing them reminded me of you—how delicate you are. You remind me of humanity and kindness, dear. If anything, this would be the millionth way to tell you how much I love you."

His words made you tear up, holding the bouquet to your chest, as if promising to protect it just like he protects you every day.

"You're perfect, darling. You make me feel at home. Words can't even describe how glad I am to have met you."

His eyes flickered, a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks as he hugged you tightly. Gaz ran his hand through your hair, taking in the familiar fragrance you both chose together. He had a mini bottle of your perfume, keeping it in his gear to smell when he missed you, as if the sweet sugary scent made him feel at home, where he belonged—by your side.

You sat on the bench, holding hands. The wind blew, making you shiver slightly. Your thin jacket wasn't enough to keep you warm. Gaz wrapped his arms around you, his warm flesh providing some comfort.

You nuzzled closer to him, taking pleasure in watching two swans swim in the lake. The magnificent creatures moved swiftly through the water.

Perhaps, in some other world, in another parallel, you and Gaz were those two swans, journeying to every corner of the world in search of where you belonged. But in the end, you knew, without a doubt, that you belonged together. It didn't matter how heated your arguments got; you always came back to each other, falling into each other's arms and whispering apologies mixed with sweet affection.

Later that night, you lay back on the bed with your beloved, sipping the tea he had made earlier. Sinking in the warm sheets and the dim light of the room, Gaz sighed.

"Do you think they ever get sick of each other?" Gaz whispered, referring to the swan couple.

"Well, they might. I'm not sure. Will you ever get sick of me?" you asked playfully.

His head snapped up at your question, as if offended. He held your chin, looking straight into your eyes as he promised, kissing you softly.

"Never."

(let's ignore that joke at the beginning i was feeling silly lmao 💀😍 hope this made sense cuz i know i sometimes write non sense)