#give them all the sunrises actually l

[madamewalburga]

Devastated with the reminder that had the war not happened the way it did, the Marauders would have continued to run with Remus every full moon. Or at least until Wolfsbane would be invented.

Remus kept a photo of the sunrise that James took 🥹 He gave it to a young werewolf (Chiara) to help her with her transformation, remind her that sunrise will always come. God take his pain, triple it and give it to Voldy.

[apomaro-mellow]

King&Prince 12

Right after breakfast, Steve went to the first part of his schedule, which turned out to be music practice. His actual duty was just corralling the more stubborn ones and making sure they went. After that, he was to be with Nancy. She brought him to her study, which seemed equally devoted to academic knowledge and weaponry.

"What exactly are your intentions here?", she asked, point blank as she sat behind her desk.

There was a chair, but Steve wasn't sure if he could sit. "I don't really have any. I just...I can't go home."

"Bullshit. Even if your dad is some kind of asshole, he wouldn't let his heir just sit and rot here." Nancy's eyes were as sharp as her tongue and it clashed with her soft face.

Steve looked away. "He doesn't give a damn about me. If I go back, I'll just be another prisoner. Maybe even worse off than I am here."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Nancy looked him up and down. "Even if you have the king's protection, there are plenty in this castle and out who see you as an enemy."

"Does that include you? You think I have a secret plan to assassinate King Edward?"

Nancy stood up and walked around her desk. "I know you couldn't lay a hand on him. My issue is having a royal from a nation we've been fighting against walking free around the people I love. People who don't know how to defend themselves." She stepped up until she was nearly toe-to-toe with Steve. This close, he could see how small she was, and yet that didn't diminish how intimidating she was.

"So let me say this one time. If you touch a single hair on their heads, you better hope that Eddie gets to your first. At least he'll make it quick."

Warned sufficiently, Steve was dismissed and the next thing he was tasked with doing was being extra help in the kitchen. Dustin's mother, Claudia, had him on vegetable peeling duty.

"My spells can do the trick most of the time but the potatoes I like to leave some of the skin on. And the enchantment either does it completely or not at all."

Steve's only experience in kitchens had been the food that came from them. He was never really involved in the process of making the meals. Which meant by the end of kitchen duty, he had a few cuts and scrapes on his hands.

"How are you so good with a sword but you nicked yourself peeling carrots?", Lucas asked, doing some warm up stretches.

"Two different skillsets", Steve said, doing some of his own stretching. "By the way, why do we have an audience now?"

Just outside of the training arena, sat Will and Max, looking far too interested in it for people not at all interested in combat. Steve had already asked if they wanted training too and they denied.

"We're just here for the show", Max said.

Done with stretching, Steve began to teach Lucas some basic forms. In his head, he was already thinking of matching Lucas with different weapons. Swordplay was always the go to but not everyone was meant for it. It was a good place to start though.

After that first session, he could already see the promise in him. And there was a spark to be better too, even when he fell or dropped his sword. Steve didn't know what was driving him, but it must be important.

Once that finished, they washed up and went down to the kitchens to meet up with the others for lunch. Mike had been late to the meal, barging through the doors in his excitement to give the news.

"You're not gonna believe this! Eddie's actually performing at the Sunrise Festival!"

"No way!", Dustin exclaimed.

"This is big", Will said.

"Do you think this is why he's making us take music lessons?", El asked.

At that, many of them groaned, the loudest of all being Dustin. He'd made it very clear his opinion on playing music. But it was also true that he appreciated it.

"I think it's great we'll get a chance to play with him", El said.

"Nothing's set in stone", Max said. "And Eddie's not going to let us play if we're not up to par with him."

"Is he really that good at playing music?", Steve asked, speaking up finally.

"He's like a musical genius", Lucas said.

"Like a god", Dustin seconded.

It was hard to imagine someone like the king playing an instrument. He couldn't imagine any one fitting him, he didn't seem musical at all. After lunch, his schedule was to basically be Robin's assistant and it turned out she was a jack of many trades. In addition to being the one teaching the kids music, she was also in charge of the library, and was taking the lead on some of the activities for the Sunrise Festival.

As far as Steve could tell, it was to celebrate the coming of spring, which was difficult to think that this place had after only hearing of it being a dark, desolate wasteland. But he saw the sun everyday and even got to feel some of its warmth on his face. He couldn't deny it anymore. At the end of the day, he had dinner with the king and his inner circle, which included Nancy, Jeff, Robin, and two others he hadn't met until now, Gareth, and Franklin.

"So", Eddie started as he sat down at the head of the table. "How was your day, little prince?"

"It was...busy... My schedule's pretty filled up." Steve was sure he had Nancy to thank for that.

"Get used to it", Nancy said.

Eddie grinned. "She's right. It only gets more busy from here. Mark your calendar, Harrington. The festival is in two weeks."

Part 14

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[00belle00lovely00]

Well, since poly ships are now an option, curious to see how you'd view DogDay x CatNap x CraftyCorn 🫢

(I don't personally ship those three together btw. Just curious 🧡💜🤍)

OH! OF COURSE! I've noticed as of late that this ship in particular is VERY popular.

And yes! Poly ships are very much welcome since I'm poly myself. And to be completely honest with you, the majority of the ships I mention don't specifically fall into my favourites, but boneless I still love these concepts you'll give me! Hey, even you could say it helps me improve my writing skills!

🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️

PLEASE... BY ALL MEANS.... THIS SHIP GOTTA BE CALLED FLOWER BOUQUET. IT'S LITERALLY THREE TYPES OF FLOWER SCENTS IN A SINGLE SHIP. Wait is vanilla a flower?- no?- yes?- no?- eh. Same thing

shy x extrovert x introvert

Wouldn't it be downright hilarious to picture Catnap and Dogday being Craftycorn's muses for paintings? IT'S A CUTE CONCEPT, YOU ALL KNOW IT.

Could we all just agree that she carries and costume-made diary everywhere she goes?

Both Dogday and Catnap in my head would've probably intimidated yet striked Craftycorn's interest in every way. Catnap, even though somewhat too quiet or too lazy to go on with the day, is a very calming type of person who rarely gets angry at others or anything for that matter. And as for Dogday he's legitimately a sunrise and smiles kind of active guy, which in a way Craftcorn found them both endearing. And BECAUSE of that, she would've had a crush on them both at the same time and battled with her own feelings the whole time in who she liked the most, or in some way, even hoped she didn't since her nerves would be the end of her.

Craftycorn would too take her feelings out in drawing, just like in anything for that matter, and what would be her biggest fear? Catnap and Dogday seeing the things she has drawn at the end of the sketchbook.... don't ask what it is. We all know what it is.

Their date? Literally a cosy sleepover.

Their favorite activity? STARGAZING!

Wanna know what's ironic? While Craftycorn would be all insecure and overthinking about the whole situation, Dogday and Catnap would be noticing these patterns of nervousness and literally girl failure, and start to equally agree that they find that strangely attractive. And amusing. But that's Catnap talking.

They both also think she's pretty as hell.

And yes. they talk about it all the time because ✨communication and consent is the best romantic gesture✨

Even though Craftycorn is a very shy and soft-spoken girl, she's SURPRISINGLY VERY capable of defending herself and others she really cares about. And I'm talking both verbally and physically. She'd be able to pull out a punch on whoever complains about ANYTHING related to Catnap, Dogday or even her. You go, girl!

Okay... actually, changed my mind. She would do it but feel INCREDIBLY guilty later.

They watch My Little Pony and Carebears together on a date. Change my mind.

Could you all imagine how GOOD it would smell the air of their houses was every time they hung out? Like- you're telling me the air would be jasmine scented on one corner, vanilla to the other, and then lavender in every cushion? MY GOD.

I wonder if they do PDA. Craftycorn and Catnap would be most likely to do it but very lowly (like holding hands or wrapping an arm with each other), while for Dogday he would WANT TO... buuut he doesn't want to cross boundaries. So he'd keep it to himself. And probably crying inside not to pounce on top of the two of them into a tight hug.

They love it when Catnap helps them to sleep, especially lullabies.

OH IMAGINE THIS. What if Craftycorn knew Spanish and called Catnap "Lunita" (little moon) and Dogday "solsito" (little sun). NO- IM-... IM NOT SAYING THIS BECAUSE I'M HISPANIC AND I ADORE HEADCANON CHARACTERS THAT RELATE TO MY COUNTRY- THAT IS NOT-

Okay, that or "my sunshine" and "my twilight". IT'S CUTE OKAY- I KNOW IT'S CORNY BUT WE GOTTA LOVE CORNINESS FROM SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T SHOW IT MUCH

(for context to the next headcanons):

Catnap in my own interpretation is a selective mute. All due to the 'red smoke incident' that occurred a few nights ago. He was so terrified of how not only his lavender gas was transported into that horrendous gas that made his friends laugh ever so hysterically and dementedly, but his body acted in a way that made no sense whatsoever. His movements were strange, creepy, and terrifying. So much so that it scared Catnap beyond thought. Even though all argued that it was just a 'collective nightmare' they had due to the circumstances of the storm. It didn't change anything Catnap went through. Everything he saw...

And at the end of the day, he decided to make a silent vow. Where he wouldn't let that smoke ever come out of his mouth again, even if it cost never to open his mouth. Never to speak again.

Why all that lore dump? WELL. IMAGINE. CATNAP KNOWING ASL/SIGN LANGUAGE. IT IS THE COOLEST THING EVER.

DogDay and Craftycorn after hearing about Catnap's vow, they were EXTREMELY worried about him. On some occasions, they tried to speak some sense into him about the mere thought of never talking again, but at the end of the day, they had to respect Catnap's decision. SO IN EXCHANGE, THEY WANTED TO LEARN ASL TOO! AND IT IS SUPER CUTE AND- KAINFIYLIAHDFCHASKDCFHNAKSJDCFHALNKUH-

Craftycorn also thought of teaching Catnap how to draw, with of course Dogday coming in to learn well. Since it was an alternative and temporary idea on communication while everyone else was catching up on Bubba's lessons on ASL.

OH NO... CRAFTYCORN- I JUST REALIZED SHE DOESN'T HAVE FINGERS- SHE HAS HOOVES! THEREFORE SHE CAN'T THEORETICALLY DO ASL. OML SHE'D BE ASHAMED ASF.😭

For some reason, singing doesn't accidentally make the scents of any of the Smiling Critters out of their mouths. So whenever Catnap can, he tries to open up from his comfort zone (with the encouragement of the others) to sing them to sleep with a nice lullaby.

🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️

I swear to god my AO3 fans are out for blood now. They probably gonna be mad asf if they find out I'm wasting so much time on this than the fanfic chapter I'm writing.

EVEN MORE NOW DUDE- THEY GONNA FIND OUT I WANNA WRITE ANOTHER FANFIC 😭

THIS IS GONNA END UP LIKE WHEN I HAD MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT... PLEASE... MERCY ON ME YALL... MERCY

[crownedinmarigolds]

Donut, Cry, Shaved Ice for Noa

Fearful, Mousetrap, Fire for Khloe

Masks, Crown, Jeans for Parvati

Paperclip, Rainbow, Love Letter for Kolya

slcknasty asked:

eye, volcano, knife for noa! Ah thank you guys for asking!! I'll post my answers under a break because this will be long!

🍩😢🍧👁🌋🔪 - Noa

😰🪤🔥 - Khloe

🎭👑👖 - Parvati

📎🌈💌 - Kolya

~ Noa Hidalgo - Vampire the Masquerade OC - Clan Giovanni 🍩DONUT - favourite sweet treat? Noa no longer partakes in sweets after her Embrace, though it feels extremely indulgent to partake in blood while it's fresh from the vein! Inheriting the painful Kiss from her clan, which makes drinking from kine almost impossible without killing them, she normally just drinks from bags or second-hand, so it feels like an extra treat when it's a warm sip. Before her Embrace, Noa liked chili candy powder like miguelito. 😢CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily? Noa actually is very easily moved to tears, though it's usually through acts of goodwill rather than things that are sad. Receiving acts of genuine kindness or thoughtful gifts really do move her deeply. 🍧SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it? Noa was not able to rescue much from her childhood home when the Sabbat raided the family compound, so really all she has left is a locket she was wearing at the time of her Embrace, and an heirloom dagger her father had gifted to celebrate her becoming a Kindred. These items are more precious than jewels, and if anything were to happen to them, she would stop at nothing until they have been returned to her possession. If someone had stolen them, she would destroy them, simple as that. There's not much left of the Hidalgos that she knows of, and any attempt to destroy their legacy will be met with equal destruction. 👁 EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)? Noa's eyes are deep brown, nearly pitch black. By all means, a normal eye color, especially where she's from, but coupled with her stoic and watchful expression could easily unsettle someone if gazed at for too long. When she activates her bloodline abilities that tap into necromancy and the handling of spirits, her eyes go completely black - sclera and all - which of course is INCREDIBLY creepy. 🌋VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion? Noa is for the most part a slow boil temper. She has a high tolerance for a lot of things - mistakes aren't so bad, especially if the person who made it is earnest and trying. The thing that would set her most is blatant disrespect. Unfortunately, she isn't explosive immediately, she was taught to take things on the chin in the moment and to plot your revenge in secret. So those who would openly mock her or not heed her words should watch their back, lest they want to wake up to a sunrise. She may seem fine at first, but trust, she won't forget the slights made. 🔪KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame? Noa absolutely would blame herself if any injury were to fall upon those she loves most. She loves and gives her friendship so rarely, and those she would count as family - blood or no - are under her umbrella. It is a failure of hers, she believes, if something were to happen to them. She would take it upon herself to nurture them back to health, to care for them, to exact revenge for them, the works. ~

Khloe Osborne - Vampire the Masquerade OC - Clan Thinblood 😰FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"? Khloe wants to flight so badly, but Khloe also has people that need protection. Gritting her teeth, clenching her jaw, she would try and use her quick mind to fight, even if she's ready to puke. 🪤MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for? Khloe is very content outside of her coterie. Give her a cozy haven and her computer and she's fine. She was raised a humble Methodist and is incredibly happy to keep things simple and safe, so there's not much that's material in this world that she could be lured with. But she loves her boys so much, and if anything were to happen to them she would absolutely be pulled out to help them. She would and has killed for them, and if the Sheriff of Atlanta has her friends on a stage ready to publicly execute them for their crimes against the Camarilla, you bet your ass Khloe is coming in hot with alchemy and fire bombs to rescue them. Which unfortunately is probably what they want. 🔥FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self? Khloe before the accident was a bit... not cowardly, but certainly not a go-getter. She let things kind of flow by, not chasing after much and living safely but not very satisfactory. After the car accident she was given another chance, so now she's living like YOLO, finally grasping at the things she really wants in this world... though it's lead to some pretty world shifting events. Saying yes to the obsessive Nos, actively seeking her Sire even when they went to great lengths to hide themselves, attacking the Sheriff of Atlanta, etc. Her need to no longer deny herself will probably get her hurt, one way or another.

~ Parvati - Vampire the Masquerade OC - Clan Ravnos 🎭MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.? Parvati to nearly everyone appears fierce and stoic, a quiet and ruthless predator who doesn't speak and would kill the instant you're annoying. Parvati is a Brahmin Ravnos, which means she has Auspex, which grants her telepathy. She can read minds, and speak within others' minds if she so chooses, though she often does not. If she speaks aloud, it's often to match with Harri during meetings, who will purposely bring her into the conversation. With Harri in the room, she smirks, she smiles slightly, she speaks, and when he's passionate and her mind is filled with his thoughts, she feels the same. She is shameless especially with him. Harrakhty gets soft Parvati, warm Parvati, a caring one, and when they have a child together, the baby gets a mother who is good to it. 👑CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why? Parvati hasn't thought much about being remembered, being as old as she is. She has lived long past the thought of caring about what happens after she goes. Though, there are two ways her path could go that she would be satisfied with if she must choose- sitting on a blood and gold throne along with her husband as king and queen of the reborn world, as Lord Set had promised. Or, her daughter ruling alone as the queen of the new world. 👖JEANS - what is their go-to outfit? Parvati is often dressed to the nines at the behest of her beloved Harrakhty, who believes aesthetic affects the kine the most. When she's not put into gorgeous outfits, she prefers to be nude, or in a robe if she must receive company with Harri. ~ Kolya - Vampire the Masquerade OC - Clan Assamite/Banu Haqim 📎PAPERCLIP - a random fact. Kolya is a nickname of his actual name - Nikolai. He was born a Yugoslavian/Serbian Jew, and when he was a very young boy, his mother was a resistance fighter with many Nazi kills under her belt after his father had been sent to a concentration camp. 🌈RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self? Kolya would probably tell his younger self to take his mother and get as far away from Europe and Russia as he possibly could. Then he would remember the good times they had and the people he would never meet, and wonder again if that's the right choice. Then he may say to his younger self to beg that beautiful American woman to take him back to the states with her rather than do any operations behind the Iron Curtain. Then he would probably just tell him to die next to her rather than accept the promise of that goddamned vampire. 💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner? Kolya is a romantic man, but he's simply lost his will to be it after losing his partner, having to fight wars and other various conflicts, etc. He has no correspondence from the woman he loved before his Embrace because they were operatives on opposite sides of the war, and they couldn't risk exposing the other if one had been compromised. He would write mountains of poetry to her if he could, but as far as he knows, she's gone forever, and that just takes the poet right out of whatever soul he has left.

[rhythmicmeow]

TIMING: CURRENT LOCATION: The Siren's Song PARTIES: Leticia @rhythmicmeow & Gael @lithium-argon-wo-l-f TRIGGERS: none SUMMARY: Gael and Leticia plan to meet up at a karaoke bar. They play a game of twenty questions before it's their turn.

Gael had no idea this place existed, but he was glad he found it. The professor had rarely taken a trip down Amity Road but he decided to chance it that evening and he was glad he had for he laid eyes on a bar that seemed small but well-designed to fit more people than the eye originally could perceive. He sat at the tall oaken bar, the wood inlaid with beautiful spirals of seashells as he nursed his second tequila sunrise but he wasn’t looking forward at the line of colorful drinks that decorated the shelf behind the diminutive bartender. No, Gael’s attention was turned steadily behind him at the platform near the back of the building, a man on what seemed to be a cutely-lit stage holding a microphone and stumbling his way through a song he either didn’t know the words to or he had temporarily forgotten them in his drunken stupor. That’s right babes, this was a karaoke bar, and one that Gael wasn’t aware that any existed in this town. He thought that rather strange considering how many college kids populated Wicked’s Rest but now that he actually found one, he wasn’t complaining. Not that he was before. He also felt just a little pull to get up on that cutely-lit stage himself and try a number - the waiting list wasn’t very long, fortunately, and he was sure he’d have been far from the WORST performer out there. Gael supposed it was a matter of time before his pride would’ve forced him on stage regardless - the man was shockingly shameless when it came to how the public perceived him nowadays, not that he was ever particularly worried about that. As of right now, though, he was content to just watch the entertainment and he took another sip of his drink, content.

-

Leticia had never thought to doubt the existence of a karaoke bar in Wicked’s Rest, it was a college town, after all. What better way to draw in a crowd than to let the people put on a show? It was an experience that, while not the same as being on stage in New York, gave her the same tickle of performance. And this was the closest she was going to get to doing the thing she loved again. It might not have been making her own music or have the same atmosphere as a stadium, but it was close enough. And hopefully, it would dampen the craving. 

Gael had been the one to pick the location, but the Siren’s Song had been on her list of ‘must visit’ places for a while now, Leticia just didn’t have an excuse to go. She stepped inside, and took a moment to look around, the theme, despite the name, was far more… mermaid than she was expecting. But regardless, the vibe was excellent. Even with the man at the mic struggling to keep up with the tempo of his chosen song. Everyone was either too drunk to care or too busy with their conversations to make any comment. That was, aside from the person she was looking for. 

Spotting him quickly, Leticia approached from the side and rested her jacket on the back of the chair next to him. “Gael?” She questioned before offering him a smile, this was what he had said he’d be wearing, but there was always a shadow of a doubt, especially since this was her first time actually seeing him. “Leticia - sorry I was running late. One of the kids accidentally deleted the playlist and I had to walk them through how to fix it. It’s all fixed now but-” she waved her hand in the air as she sat down, sighing. “Did you put your name down on the list yet?” 

-

So amused Gael was by the… interesting pace of the singer on the stage that even though he heard movement next to him, he didn’t actually turn until he heard his name. He turned to see a dark-haired woman with a smile on her face and though he wasn’t on edge before, he lightened his expression to give her an unspoken energy that he was happy to see whoever she was. He swiveled in his chair to face her as she introduced herself as Leticia - the woman he’d met online and subsequently curated this particular engagement for. All the better. He kept his eyes on her the entire time she spoke and only offered a small shake of his head in immediate response when she asked if he’d signed up. “I haven’t; I thought I’d wait to see you before I went and made a fool of myself,” Gael laughed. “It’s nice to meet you, Leticia. And no need for apologies… kids are the future.” In fact, assuming it was true then the professor was rather glad that a kid needing her help was why she was late; it gave him the impression that she cared. Maybe he was reading her wrong though. He paused and took a small sip of his drink before raising an eyebrow and jerking his head towards the stage. “I did take a look through the catalog though. Found a couple duets if that was more your thing or I can, y’know, go first and show you how it’s done,” Gael exhaled as he spoke, his tone obviously joking as he flexed one of his arms casually. He knew she was a much better singer than he was and he hadn’t even heard her sing yet. He was just hoping she could pick up jesting in person like how she could online.

-

Grinning, Leticia found herself immediately at ease. “Oh? You saved the best part of the show for me?” She put a hand on her chest dramatically, pretending as though what he had done was the most thoughtful thing anyone could have done for her. “I would have hated to miss it.” Getting comfortable in her seat, she waved down the bartender, assuming she had some catching up to do. 

The comment about kids took her off guard. Most people would have shrugged it off and changed the subject or even complained about having to share any amount of space with anyone younger than twenty-five. Leticia found herself looking at him more directly and nodding. “They are,” she agreed. This wasn’t the topic of conversation she had foreseen, and not the comment she had expected, but there was something inherently kind about it.

Looking away from him only to take a sip of her drink when it was finally presented, Leticia let out a laugh. It was good, she thought, he was as funny here as he had been over text. Whatever tension she had been holding onto was quickly melting away. “Absolutely not, the last thing I need is for you showing me up by going first.” The question of what song though gave her some pause. “Anything can be a duet, if you have two people singing it,” she said, tapping the tip of her nose before shrugging. “Are we feeling classics or something more in the Pop Top 40?” 

-

Ah, she got it. Gael kept the smile on his face as she reacted positively. He wasn’t worried before but now he got it in his head that tonight, even if it ended up being a wash, wasn’t a waste of his time. Not that he often found himself thinking that, he was pretty flexible. Her direct look at him also helped to ensure that he possibly didn’t get the wrong idea about her when it came to the “helping a kid” thing.

The professor tapped his chin as he thought on her question for a moment. “Well I don’t know about you since you don’t look a day over 26 but I’m old and haven’t really kept up with the mainstream music scene,” Gael admitted, looking sideways at her. “You wanna go look through the list?” There was another brief pause. “And don’t worry; this is only my second drink.” A nail dinged on the glass gently. “So I can still carry a tune and keep the tempo,” He laughed.

-

“So we’ve moved on to blatant flattery?” Her tone was teasing despite the serious expression she was trying to keep up. It didn’t last for more than a few seconds, before the humor bled through and Leticia was covering her mouth trying to hold in a laugh. “Listen, ma might not have trusted me with the family recipe book but she spared no expense in teaching me proper skin care. But I appreciate it.” 

Returning her attention to the music, Leticia nodded her head and stood up from her chair. “So, T Swift and The Biebs is off limits?” It was a joke, mostly. While music was deeply important to her, people didn’t often carry the same feelings towards it as she did. They were casual listeners who enjoyed moments filled with music, and Leticia couldn’t imagine her life without it. It would be bland, boring, and sad. “What about ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go’ if they have it here? Or, no wait, wait.” Leticia snapped her fingers, her expression turning more conspiratorial. “We could rick roll the whole joint.” 

-

Gael took his eyes off her, unable to keep himself from smiling sheepishly himself as her facade cracked - he knew they were gonna get along and he was so very happy that they spoke online. “Well, the laws of equivalent exchange function for a reason. I ended up with neither a cookbook OR graceful aging– well, that’s a little bit misleading.” A pause. “As in I’m cookbookless but.”

The rest of the sentence didn’t really matter, that was the point of the light comment Gael was making and he furrowed his brow in thought as he straightened in his chair. “I do not understand these words but let me try to interpret them - those are… Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber, right?” He asked slowly, partially to himself, his gaze trailing up to her as she stood. “Don’t let me stop you, I might just end up doing backup dance moves to the beat of whatever song you pick.” But then she actually suggested a song he knew. Okay, okay, he was getting a feel for what she probably knew, which was much more expansive than his own mental music collection.

The man subconsciously and instinctively tilted his head when she snapped but of course he didn’t wonder why and instead his eyes went to her face as her tone changed and she suggested the beautiful, the iconic, the dreaded Rick Astley. “You’re a madwoman,” Gael breathed. “And a genius. My suggestion was gonna be ‘Take on Me’ but I like your idea a lot more,” He nodded enthusiastically. “Wanna take bets on whether or not we’re encouraged to leave the bar after our song choice?” A look crossed his face. “...Iiiiif it even IS a song choice?”

-

Leticia leaned to the side, getting a better look at his face, pretending to appraise him. “Wildly unfair that you didn’t have to fight for your life in the kitchen over tamales and yet you’re out here looking like this. Really cashing in on the male child privilege.” She could only tease him so many times about that, but she planned on getting some mileage out of it regardless. 

He was guessing, but he was right, which only caused Leticia to pause and arch a brow before nodding, impressed that he had figured it out as quickly as he had. “So you do know some of the artists.” Even with the wild nicknames she had used. “No, no.” She shook her head and put a hand on her hip. “This is supposed to be a two person venture, though I am sure your dance moves are impeccable, it’s too late to fade into the background like that, sir.” 

But they had navigated their way to a song that they could both enjoy — and with any luck, the surrounding patrons would get a laugh out of it too. “Take on Me would be an excellent choice, maybe second song if we survive this round.” Leticia shrugged and glanced at the bartender who wasn’t paying attention to them, so if it was on the list, they weren’t going to be persuaded to change their minds just yet. “If it’s on the list they can’t kick us out, I bet our bravery in our choice will land us those free drinks.” Gael was right, they were doing a lot of song consideration without looking at the list. “Let’s go look at that list and see what trouble we can get into.” 

-

“I’ll take that bet,” Gael replied, getting to his feet himself, taking one more sip of his drink then casually making his way over to the thick binder. Fortunately for him the songs seemed to be grouped up by decade so he shuffled over to the 80’s hits but he didn’t realize that while he was looking for their particular songs and he got lost in all the options they had that he rather liked, he was thinking more about Leticia.

He should probably ask her how old she was. Was she offended that Gael didn’t break more ice with her first? He’d offer to pay for her drinks, of course but he didn’t want to seem like the guy that was like ‘great you’re here time to sing’ or anything. Granted, he was fortunate enough that they were able to get along easily and he did know a few things about her, and yet… “This is a good one, too,” He mused aloud, pointing to one of the many songs on the list. “Sorry, I didn’t even ask - what type of music do you like? Like, if I was just an inebriated spectator, what would you want to sing?” He asked, glancing over at her.

-

Flipping through the pages, she only slowed down when Gael started speaking again. Leticia had been so quick to dive in head first into the songs that she hadn’t paused to actually talk to him outside of the short apology she had offered about her tardiness. It seemed that she had forgotten the most basic reason for going out and meeting people was getting to know them. For a moment, she was flipping the pages without looking at any of the songs, questioning herself - what would she pick if it was just her.

“Do I know you in this scenario?” Leticia joked, glancing toward his face before clearing her throat and returning her attention downward. Performing had always been about the audience for Leticia, the mood of the room or what she had been told to sing. She always loved singing but doing it for herself was limited to the private moments in her home. Of all the questions to throw her off, she hadn’t imagined it would be this one. “Memories by Maroon 5,” she finally said, forcing herself to look back at him, a practiced smile on her face this time. “Question for question? You asked me about my work but we got distracted by all of this before I could ask the same, what do you do for a living?” 

-

Gael didn’t respond to her joke with anything but a chuckle but he kept his dark eyes on her as she looked down, seemingly in thought. It wasn’t a glare and he didn’t realize if he was making her uncomfortable. That being said, he leaned back slightly when she snapped back to him, his eyes staying on hers and a smile crossing his own features - he wasn’t sure if he had any idea what that song was. He liked that she liked it, though. “Ooh, that’s a good one.

“Oh, I uh…” It was Gael’s turn to look off though his expression stayed light as he very temporarily forgot what it was he did. “I’m a chemistry professor at the university,” He replied. “But I moonlight as an alcohol connoisseur,” he added lightly. “Apologies if I’m responsible for any of the college students you might throw out of your store,” He laughed. “Okay, okay question for a question; I like that system if you wouldn’t mind indulging me just a little more,” He looked at Leticia, his brow raised slightly in curiosity. “Then–” He pointed to the infamous Rick Astley song. “We make our mark on this establishment.”

-

Leticia let out a light laugh, “It wasn’t supposed to be a gotcha question,” she teased. He was a professor. Hopefully, he’d never find out how little she knew about science - barely scraping by in school only touched on how out of sorts she was with any subject involving math or experiments. “I can help you with one of those things,” she replied brightly before crumbling under her words. “The other one might be far out of my reach. I’m sure you can figure out which.” Not blatantly admitting what she lacked, but hopefully avoiding any pop quizzes later. She’d hate to be the buzzkill by being confused by something he was excited about. 

Though, as long as he was willing to explain, it wouldn’t be too bad.

She was already overthinking it and they had barely gotten started. “Don’t worry about it, they’re usually well behaved. I sort of invited them into the store when I teamed up with the arts program to give their students a chance to have some real life radio experience before they went out to the big leagues. Hardest part of this industry these days is breaking into it.” There was a considerable line for the mic. Leticia added their names to the bottom with the song number and then looked back to Gael, nodding with a smile. “I find your terms agreeable,” she said with some theatrics. “It’s your turn for a question then.” 

-

“The biggest difference between my chemistry and yours is just which elements we use, right?” Gael noted her joke and he was still getting accustomed to how he should’ve worded his profession better… He wasn’t used to saying it without worrying about how the other person felt about not being in that field. Perhaps it was more of his own projection that made him assume that other people wouldn’t mind. “I use… water and oxygen and you use vocal chords and an instrument.” Nailed it, did really well at lightening some of the tension (if there was any). “I can imagine with the market the way it is nowadays that there are a lot of kids who want to get into it but the need isn’t nearly as big as the population,” He mused, offering for them to go take a seat again until their names were called. 

“Er, that wasn’t my question,” He added hurriedly. “I mean, it COULD’VE been but I don’t think it was so,” Gael crossed his arms, a mock pursing of his lips crossing his face briefly, childishly but on purpose. “Okay, okay, actual question.” About ten floated through his mind, none of which were as important as he thought they were and also none of them incredibly armor-piercing or ice-breaking, depending on how one looked at them. “Okay, where are you from?” He asked before pausing. “And of course you can opt out of answering any question if it’s uncomfortable; this isn’t an interrogation.” He chuckled.

-

He was making a chemistry joke, and while she had been fully prepared to be wildly confused, Leticia did laugh. “Did you pick the easiest elements you could think of so I wouldn’t get confused?” Even if he had, she was still smiling. It was unexpected, but appreciated. Gael managed to make her career sound more eloquent than she ever could, and that put her at ease. If he had any issue with her not being at his level science wise, he wasn’t showing it. “Different combos for different people. Like pizza.” She scratched at her hairline and pretended that what she had said didn’t feel as embarrassing as it was. “Music is really cutthroat,” Leticia agreed sadly. It didn’t just ask for sacrifices, it demanded them. No matter what path you were taking into the industry. 

Following alongside Gael, they made their way back to their seats. She settled back into her seat and this time was nursing the drink instead of trying to catch up. “Noted. Skips are okay,” Leticia repeated. “Other side of the country. California, Central Coast area, I grew up on the beach. The weather was also remarkably better.” She had remembered a time when she was younger and wanted to see snow. Now? Anything to avoid it. It was pretty from afar. But the chill? Horrible. “What made you pick chemistry? Was that your first choice?” She wrinkled her nose. “Just the first one,” she amended quickly.

-

“Exactly! Just like pizza.” Gael said enthusiastically, glad that she didn’t feel condescended to. And he didn’t consider himself wrong; everything was a matter of perspective and logically, it checked out to make such a comparison. So she was from California. It was further west than he’d been from when he moved to the states - and she wasn’t the first person he met from there. Gael wondered what was here that made everyone move from the literal other side of the country. “I can imagine; there’s a lot more snow here than I’m used to, too.” It was safe to say that he was ill-prepared for when he actually moved up to Wicked’s Rest, himself. He then ruminated on her question for a brief moment, as though the answer didn’t immediately come to him again. Gael had a practiced response for this one, though, as he’d received this question many times. “Y’know, it actually was.” He laughed, tapping his chin in thought. “When I was a kid and figuring out what I could do with my time, I caught myself making up chemical equations out of boredom so it kind of sorted itself out.” He scoffed at himself. “N-not that… I don’t know. We don’t know each other but I’m just gonna hope that you don’t think I’m this know-it-all or something.” His turn to overthink the situation. “Sorry, I’m still figuring out how to say things without–” He cut himself off and rolled his eyes. “Sorry, forget it. Um, my turn for a question.” Gael cleared his throat, taking a sip of his tequila sunrise and looking at her keenly. “You got any hobbies aside from music?” He asked, hoping she wasn’t too put off by his short, sudden burst of insecurity before it was smothered once more in his laid-back demeanor. Leticia, admittedly, had felt nervous the second he mentioned being a chemistry professor. She didn’t find herself lacking in intelligence, but barely scraping through high school and then having a career solely in music didn’t sound as amazing as professor did. Part of her wished she had spent more time growing up outside of the limelight and taken some time to round out her education. It felt a little too late for that, but there was no judgment in Gael’s tone. 

Maybe it didn’t matter to him as much as it mattered to her.

-

“Exactly,” Leticia replied, shaking her head. “Our seasons were like shades of the same color. Slight differences but you could wear shorts in winter and it would be normal. Here? I’d get frostbite.” When Gael started talking about his work — something that he was clearly passionate about — it was impossible not to notice how much he cared about his work. Even with the minimal details, he spoke about his work like she spoke about music.

“Don’t apologize. I get the same way about music,” she explained with a light shrug. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed or ashamed of being passionate about something. If I had half a chance to talk about music nonstop I would, and I have.” Leticia tapped her fingers on her glass, her attention still focused on Gael. “You just might have to talk a little slower for me. And explain a lot more.” She had silenced herself a thousand times before just like Gael did now, pretending to be less excited about what she was talking about to give room for another subject. And now she had gotten so good at censoring herself that it was like second nature to hold back. She didn’t want to add to that feeling if she could help it. 

Scratching the back of her head, Leticia looked away from Gael. “Comics?” She said sheepishly. “I didn’t get super into them until after the Marvel movies hit. And running. Not sure if that counts as a hobby or not though.” Taking a sip of her drink, she nodded her head before continuing their game of twenty questions. “Okay, so very serious question.” She paused for a moment, adding to the drama of it all. “Favorite fictional character?” 

-

“Oh yeah, it’s really easy to get into whatever you’re passionate about,” He agreed with a smile; he always seemed to find himself surprised when he met people who let him share his interests the way he encouraged them to share theirs. He wondered how many more times he would be surprised before he’d just allow it without going through this repetitive loop of thought. Gael also gave her a brief look when she mentioned having to explain things to her - he was sure she was plenty intelligent and he really did just consider their strengths to be those. “Okay but only if you do the same with song artists and current bands.” He raised one of his eyebrows. He could only imagine what listening to these drunk people singing off-key sounded like to someone who was so intrinsically tied to music as Leticia seemed to be. Comics, eh? There was something Gael DID know a thing or two about. Granted, not nearly to the extent of one of the youngins around town - he was more into novels and nonfiction books - but he did know some of the characters. “Of course comics and Marvel movies count; people turn ‘going to the movies’ as a hobby in itself.” He assured her before catching her serious expression and he himself straightened up only to deflate with a laugh as he leaned back in his chair when she actually asked her question. “It’s– I actually have two,” His laugh tapered. “It’s cheating, I know but I just can’t pick one. I like Luke Skywalker and Nightcrawler from X-Men.” Gael explained before realizing that she said she liked comics; of course she knew who Nightcrawler was. “Just so that– I mean with that one movie that came out also called Nightcrawler, I have to differentiate now so that’s fun,” He added casually. Nailed it. As he finished his sentence, he heard another name get called up and he leaned in. “We’re up next,” He said excitedly. “So one more question for ya before I inevitably disappoint you with my singing.” He joked. “What is your favorite animal?” He asked.

-

“Exactly!” Leticia said brightly. There might have been a hiccup there in the middle, but they seemed to be on the same page about a lot of things. It was almost too easy to find herself in that same rhythm they had online. Any easy conversation without any judgment, even with the insecurities that sprinkled through. “That is one of my favorite things to do.” It was an easy agreement, though Leticia wasn’t sure how much chemistry she could mentally absorb, but she could listen. She was good at that part. “I will give you the best songs and references to really mess with your classes. Your students won’t know what hit them.” She promised, extending her pinkie to him. 

“You’re right,” Leticia admitted with a softer laugh. He was different from the people she had known all her life, even back in school when she had first embarked on her musical journey in a more serious way — every hobby that had involved music had been something to be laughed at. Something boring that everyone did. And he was sitting next to her, reminding her it was something that people enjoyed and that was okay. It was strange to find someone outside of her family so immediately supportive. But it was still an amazing feeling. 

“Oh, yeah… that was a movie for sure. I remember being excited about it and then you know… it was what it was.” Leticia signed and made a face before taking a drink. “The choices are top notch though.” And like every other question he had answered flawlessly, Leticia knew that she had more in common with Gael than the simple circumstance of living in here. Rolling her eyes, Leticia bumped him with her elbow. “You’re not going to embarrass me.” The question he asked was met with zero hesitation. “Cats. Best animals out there and no I will not be accepting arguments.” She finished her drink and waved for him to do the same, just in case this was their last drink here. “Either free drinks for the rest of the night, or we are kicked out — but also winners either way because we will not be forgotten. Ready, partner?” 

- She didn’t judge him too harshly for not being familiar with music despite that being one of her favorite things, and Gael was very appreciative of that - so often, he’d mention that he wasn’t familiar with a song or a band get a loud, obvious response of ‘YOU’VE NEVER HEARD IT?’ Leti didn’t do that, which obviously tends to be better-received to people and he gave her a nod. “I love surprising them so you got yourself a deal,” He locked her pinky in his, feeling her warmth and he subconsciously valued that little pinky promise they made. “Yeah, I’m right there with you.” Gael laughed. “Oh cool, a movie about Kurt Va– that’s not Nightcrawler.” He imitated his thoughts from when the movie was first announced. “Thank you though! I’m a simple guy, I like heroes.” He shrugged sheepishly. “I also LOVE cats,” He added with a new tone to his voice and his eyes widened with excitement. “Cats are amazing, I love them so much especially when they’re liiiiiittle bitty balls of fluff!” He held up his hand to accentuate the size he was talking about and his smile turned into a dopey grin. “Ah, that’s amazing. I knew I liked you,” He fidgeted in his seat, finishing his drink with a loud gasp of air. “OKAY,” He popped his neck and glanced at his singing partner. “I’ll get melody, you take harmony,” He raised his eyebrow. “We shall go down in history.” He got to his feet and offered a hand for Leticia. “Shall we?”

[warriorcatsrewriteantinomy]

History & Founders

                              THE SUNRISE PERIOD

                                 Founding Era, Code Era

                              THE WARRING PERIOD

                            Riot Era, Punishment Era, Dueling Era

Founding Era

A group of loners and families begin to stay in a large group

The group was basically a large family with a few other cats mixed in

All is well and good until Jagged Peak breaks his leg which is permanent 

The leader, Sky, and his own brother casts him out

Gray Wing protested along with a few other cats

Sky refuses to hear him out

Gray Wing and the only known healer at the time, Moth Flight do their best to heal him but fail

Storm Fire also does her best to help

Storm Fire gives birth to 3 kits but only Thunder Strike survives

She dies a few days after

She is Sky’s mate

Thunder Strike is born sickly and with a twisted leg

Sky banishes him

A good chunk of the group argued 

Half of the group leaves with Tall Shadow, including Gray Wing and Thunder Strike

Gray Wing eventually left to go live on the moor, as the group goes into constant war with Sky’s group

A few cats join him, including Thunder Strike

He meets a cat called Wind Runner and Gorse Fur and they eventually become a group

Wind Runner is made leader but Gray Wing is essentially second-in-command

Eventually this causes war with Sky’s and Tall Shadow’s group

Thunder Strike leaves to join the River Camp and slowly begins to form somewhat of a group

Eventually this culminated into a full on battle between the four groups

Sky is killed by Thunder Strike, which is when Star Guild reveals themselves

They basically tell them to get their shit together 

Thunder Strike goes back to Sky’s group which is now his own

Eventually the cats get their 3 lives and become leader

This kicks off the code era

Code Era

This Era is mostly spread apart 

A story is usually associated with a code with came from this era

So kits can remember the codes easier the code and story with it are nursery rhymes 

Or nursery songs in general 

One major one is Ryewhisker and his lover which is the 1st warrior code

The song goes like this: One from to two from different groups, love so strong it shook the roots, a battle waged, blood was shed, a future father was killed that day, because his love was too strong, shook his loyalty until he met his end, the rule was made that cannot love another if the other is from a different guild, that is how the first rule was made

Most songs actually rhymes, I’m just bad at it

Riot Era

Also known as Star Ripplewave’s Riot 

Ripplewave became leader after the deputy and leader died 

Before this he was a well respected warrior

He ruled who an iron-fist and left no punishments unattended 

Eventually he turned his sights to the other Guilds 

Star Ripplewave began to break the code and called many laws dumb

Eventually on a full moon he attacked the other Guilds

He was struck down by lightning, courtesy of the gods it seems 

A new addition to the code was added which is known as “Finchstar’s laws” which states that at a gathering Guild are not allowed to attack each other along with the Assessment tasks which is basically a warrior's assessment 

Punishment Era

Only a few moons after Star Ripplewave was called Mapleshade gave birth to three kittens

It turned out the father was a River Guild cat called Appledusk

Mapleshade, a Thunder Guild warrior was found out and banished along with her kits

Mapleshade’s kits died in the river while Mapleshade survived

Star Darkshade kicked her out

It was unknown was happened exactly after this just that a lot of cats were killed by Mapleshade

Eventually Mapleshade died herself

All cats who were involved with this were sentenced to the Wrecked Caverns

Mapleshade eventually became a wrecked demon called Igniesdetem

No living cat knows she was called Mapleshade, instead they refer to her as the Drowned Spirit or Igniesdetem

It is known however that she managed to kill Star Oakbark and Star Darkshade

The new leaders made a new law that made it so that kits were to be protected

All cats who argued against this were silenced by the gods

When Star Pineclaw was leader he decided to become a kittypet and leave

Thunder Guild began to hate outsiders even more

Dueling Era

During this time a new cat rose up, Star Houndleap

Star Houndleap led many attacks on all other Guilds beside their own, Wind Guild

Eventually Star Houndleap died and was succeeded by Star Larkflight

During this time Blueflame became Star Blueflame

Both of the leader changes showed a new period was beginning 

Star Raggedpelt died and Star Brokenash took up the mantle 

This is the current era Rusty joins Thunder Guild in

[treasurehuntergem]

On this dressing for your body and essence journey, winter has been my first full season of experimenting, learning, lightbulb moments, Weebey gifs, answers that lead to more questions, spectacular failures (let us not speak of that Banana Republic haul), and gathering as much visual data to note the common threads and ultimately get me closer to trusting my instincts.

Huge shout-out to @mythirdhouselife who has been a joy to bounce ideas off of, cackle with, exchange objective looks at what works and what doesn’t, shake heads at the swagless in the chaotic forums, make pop culture and straight up cultural analysis breakthroughs with, and most importantly helped keep things FUN. I feel sorry for people embarking on this journey without a friend who loves a deep dive as much as you do while always keeping in check the insidious perspectives of what others think you’re “supposed” to do based on any given arbitrary patriarchal norm.

Starting with Kibbe gave me a crucial understanding of my body’s lines and a firm starting point. Kitchener helped me really look at faces and see essences that may not have been reflected on the body. McJimsey was the smug Oprah gif that basically said I told your monkey ass from the beginning this is how to look at it. Or as Rob puts it, men need to stay out of women’s business. Anyhoo, my lines and essence blends are Natural, Ethereal, and Gamine (FG if you’re nasty). Gamine is the structural foundation of my look - I can’t go all the way Natural or I look like Mayor Lightfoot (I SAID we don’t talk about that Banana Republic haul). I can’t go all the way Ethereal or I actually lose the glow it gives me. So while I think of my blends as telling an overall dreamy narrative evocative of birds, butterflies, sunrise, sunset, oceans, and treasure…the Gamine provides the juxtaposition that keeps things uniquely ME, the color-blocking that keeps things from getting too nebulous and watercolor-y, and the straightness and tapered-ness to keep me from getting lost in billowing fabrics and maintain my playfully blunt sharpness.

Here is a DEEP AF DIVE on some style lessons l learned about myself this winter along with looks that show my best style foundations and elements.

Excuse The Purge happening in the background. This is one of my favorite looks and the Flamboyant Gamine JUMPED out here with the help of my red-loving Aries Rising. Juxtaposition (box tucked slightly relaxed striped top and form-fitting straight skirt with a subtle pattern). Red tights sandwiched between the line break of the skirt and patterned red boots. The Natural peeked in via the jewelry and a boatneck on the top, emphasizing the sloped broadness of my shoulders in a flattering way.

This was me playing around with blazers before Rob helped me realize my yang (angles vs curves) is more blunt than sharp. Blazers are sharp af. This helped me understand why I’ve always intuitively felt lackluster about them. The blazer in this pic is about 7-8 years and 2 sizes ago. But even though I was a functionally busted can of biscuits in this due to not being able to close it, I really liked how this looked. I had 3 other even older blazers that I only used for job interviews in navy, black, and charcoal. In my style experiments, they never curled all the way over the way this one did for me. I think it’s because this look put a lighter blazer over a darker top and the others were the opposite. I can’t have anything too dark for a denser outer layer because that’s too heavy for my Ethereal essence. Ethereal essence wants light and airy (kinda like busted cans of biscuits). Relatedly, I recently tried a red plaid blazer - it hit on all FG checkpoints (sharp yang, bold color, geometric print), so I was confused about why it wasn’t working. That’s when I realized a foundational blends principle for me: I can’t do the FG small/geometric/Yang patterns. My Natural essence takes over when it comes to print and pattern mixing. This is why you’ve got to keep an open mind to your BLENDS and not be a Kibbe Kunt (the kultish followers who say you can only be one category and that’s it). Back to this look - we’ve got a more Natural color palette here but with FG color-blocking emphasized by a sunshine yellow. More FG with the combat boots - and as an aside, adding combat and Oxford style boots to my wardrobe for the first time ever has been one of my best moves ever. They really added a ‘PERIODT’ to my looks this winter. I should have done a regular tuck instead of box tuck here because there’s not enough juxtaposition between the shirt and pants to make it work (both slim fit).

Sweaters have been an emotional rollercoaster; no Vivian. I figured out that the higher the percentage of natural fibers (cotton, wool) in a sweater, the higher the chance of it looking like a shapeless blob on me. I took a chance on ordering this color-blocked (FG again says “Hello!”) near-cropped sweater from Target, praying it wouldn’t be too bulky. Paired with color-blocked slim-straight jeans (Gamine juxtaposition jazz hands), and my beloved combat boots? Loved how this look turned out. I also noted the Natural color palette - who knew playing with neutrals could be so fun? Not me, not me. Check my ‘January in Color’ post for some iridescent Ethereal entering the chat via the jewelry for this outfit.

This look was a sleeper hit that had me shook because I was just throwing stuff on to see how they fit. I’m always reluctant to wear these pants even though they’re SO comfortable and the fabric is such nice quality because I’m afraid they look too big on me. But when I pair it with a slim top, this is where my Natural essence glows. Natural palette, wax (“ethnic”) print, pants relaxed at the waist. But my Gamine’s shiny suit is always dancing in the videos which you can see from the tapered bottom of the pants, the straightness of the pattern on the pants, and the juxtaposition of a slim-fit top. I’ve been trying to find more pants like these to no avail so far. Jade, lemme hold some more pants Fam.

Whew, this?? One of my favorite looks. I like to think of this look as me letting my Mars-ruled red and black flag fly (I have significant placements in both Aries and Scorpio). Alternatively, I’m dressed as my visual interpretation of ‘All Up In Your Mind’, which I was obsessed with at that time. I’ll note that as an Autumn in coloring, I really haven’t worn black at ALL in many years. I actively avoided it from clothes to shoes to accessories. Incorporating it into my looks this winter has been surprisingly pleasing, balanced with a warmer or bolder color here, or a regal gold flash there. We’ve got an FG base with the red skirt from Pic #1 rolled up for some miniskirt energy. Ethereal as above, so below with a sheer black top (the sheerness removing the heaviness from the black) and celestial patterned tights. By the way, patterned tights are right behind combat boots as Most Valuable Purchases by me this winter - a quick scroll through my Tumblr will net you some fantastic patterned tights eye candy. Finally, the combat boots gave the look a firm FG anchor.

My winter style takeaways: Out with the bulky sweaters and flimsy tees. Out with button-downs unless they’re ethereal utility or chambray/denim. Out with sharper yang like dark blazers and small geometric prints. In with broader tartans and larger abstract patterns. In with slim, straight, and slightly relaxed structure. In with the solids - reds, blacks, yellows, golds. In with mixed prints and color-blocking neutrals. In with a box tucked relaxed top and slim bottom or a slim top with relaxed but structured bottom. In with ethereal draping of maxi skirts and headwraps that draw your eyes up and then back down. In with what has become a signature look of patterned tights with combat or oxford-style boots.

Thank you, Winter, for allowing me to clear out what was dead, stale, stagnant to make room for what is colorful, fresh, and intuitive. For what is me.

[hareofhrair]

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤❣️💔💗 :>

PFpfpfpf I think that's cheating but okay! This is going to be long as hell, so buckle in!

❤️ How much does romantic love mean to you?

"H=onestly, n=ot all that much. I think it's plenty imp=ortant in general. R=omance is beautiful, and inspires beautiful things. I l=ove r=omantic gestures, and tha thrill =of r=omance as a c=oncept? But actual c=ommitted r=omantic l=ove aint all that significant ta me pers=onally. N=ot sure I can even d=o r=omantic l=ove if I'm perfectly h=onest. Aint happened s=o far. Even if I c=ould, aint really c=ompatible with my way =of life, and I can't imagine ever feelin s=o str=ongly ab=out s=omeb=ody I'd give up travelin."

🧡 How much does familial love mean to you?

💛 How much does platonic love mean to you?

"g=onna just c=ombine these tw=o, since tr=olls d=ont really d=o genetic family. I think plat=onic l=ove and ch=osen families are incredibly imp=ortant. Tha m=ost imp=ortant! N=othin m=ore beautiful than tha b=onds we f=orm with pe=ople because we decided ta care ab=out em, n=ot cause we're gettin anythin =out =of it, but just because ya need each =other. Tha l=ove =of true friends, tha l=ove =of a c=ommunity fer =one an=other, that shit gets me straight up misty in the eyes. L=ove seein f=olks c=ome t=ogether. Tha pr=oblem with r=omantic l=ove, =or at least tha way m=ost f=olks d=o it, is it cl=oses ya =off fr=om =other f=olks when it sh=ould be d=oin tha =opp=osite. But if y=ou make a friend, and they g=ot =other friends already? that just means y=ou g=ot a bundle a friends fer tha price a =one! I g=ot mad heaps a plat=onic l=ove fer tha friends i have all =over, and fer any=one what c=omes ta me reachin =out, needin a hand."

💚 Are you in love right now? With whom? (Be as specific or vague as you would like)

"Sure am. I'm in l=ove with tha w=orld. With tha c=ol=or a sunrise and tha silver wind =over tha grass and tha smell a tha forest and tha feelin a rich s=oil between my t=oes. I'm in l=ove with all tha pe=ople i meet, and all their little w=onders and idi=osyncrasies, and all tha ways they l=ove each =other. I'm in l=ove with their s=ongs and their st=ories, and h=ow they'll make art =outta any damn thing they can lay hands =on, h=ow they can't st=op makin art. I'm in love with tha way that rusty farmer calls the names =of his cluckbeasts and they c=ome runnin s=o he can tuck em in safe every night, because he l=oves them. I'm in love with tha little flowers that =olive carved inta tha handle a tha knife she uses ta gut fish, s=o even her killin is d=one with s=omethin beautiful, is d=one with l=ove in it. I'm in l=ove with tha =old mustard what let me sleep in their barn =one day when it st=ormed =out =of seas=on, and h=ow they didn't say a w=ord ta me except ta tell me n=ot ta steal anythin, but they br=ought me blankets against tha c=old, and they left a wind=ow =open s=o i c=ould hear tha music fr=om their radi=o all thr=ough tha l=ong day, even th=ough they must have had a puddle =on tha fl=oor fr=om all tha rain c=omin thr=ough. Because they l=oved me. They didn't kn=ow me fr=om adam, but they l=oved me all tha same. The way all =of us l=ove each =other, when we let =ourselves feel it. Can't d=o it all tha time. Hurts ta feel that much l=ove, specially kn=owin h=ow many are sufferin and h=ow y=ou can't d=o jack shit ta help. But ya g=otta remember it's there. L=ose that l=ove, ya l=ose everythin ab=out ya that's w=orth l=ovin."

💙 What kind of partner are you?

"Ha! Tha l=ove em and leave em kind."

💜 How do you show affection?

"I like ta take care a f=olks. Bring em what they need. If I d=on't like ya, ya just w=ont see me. If I do like ya, I'll find a reas=on ta be in tha neighb=orh=ood a little m=ore =often, and I'll never sh=ow up empty handed. I like ta bring practical gifts, but if there aint n=othin like that ya need, then it'll be little gifts and suchlike. Little things I f=ound a l=ong tha way and th=ought were beautiful and wanted ta share with ya. Everyb=ody needs beauty, always.

🖤 What is your sexuality/orientation?

"I d=on't c=ott=on much ta the idea a gender, and that makes =orientati=on a bit hard ta pin d=own. I like fellas, generally speakin, and f=olks what l=ook like fellas. Masc, I think is tha term, or butch as the case may be? Maybe? I d=on't rightly kn=ow tha terms. I =only kn=ow I like em big and beefy and hairy and r=ough ar=ound tha edges."

❣️ How do you flirt?

"=Often, and with=out a great deal a subtlety. I aint afraid ta ask fer what I'm after. I ain't im=olite =or crass and I kn=ow ta mind myself in mixed c=ompany an all, but I can assure y=ou, if I'm interested y=ou'll kn=ow, =one way =or the =other."

💕 Give a song that best describes how you see love.

There's two songs I want to put here- this one is nice and fits well and is probably what Shafan would pick.

But this one. Hoo. Okay. There's a reason this at the top of Shafan's playlist. I need you to listen to this with headphones. Get high first if possible, which makes it a borderline spiritual experience. Frankly, if you can, listen to it on spotify or somewhere the quality is better. If you're anything like me you will cry about it so be ready for that. I added this to Shafan's playlist in 2018 and it still fucks me up. It's important, okay??

💔 How do you face the end of love (breakups, being stood up, etc)?

"C=onsiderin I'm usually tha =one endin things, I feel pretty p=osatively ab=out tha end =of a relati=onship. I think pe=ople w=ould be a l=ot happier if they learned ta just end relati=onships that aint makin em happy anym=ore, =or even that are still makin em happy, but are gettin in the way =of s=omethin m=ore important. Relati=onships =ought ta be treated like experiences, I figure. M=ost =of em aint g=onna last that l=ong and n=one =of em last f=orever, s=o why d=o we act like they sh=ould? Embrace love as s=omethin fleetin, and marvel at every day that y=ou get ta experience that miracle again. Let it teach y=ou things, let it change y=ou. And then let it g=o. When it's run its c=ourse, instead a given in ta fear =of change =or fear =of l=onliness and taintin s=omethin that was beautiful with bitter feelings and anger, be grateful f=or what it gave y=ou, and h=ow lucky y=ou were ta have experienced it. And definitely d=o n=ot hunt tha pers=on d=own and set fire t=o their tent!"

💗 How much do you believe in love?

"I believe in l=ove m=ore than i believe in any =other f=orce in tha universe. I believe with en=ough l=ove y=ou can acc=omplish anything. I believe l=ove, f=or each =other and f=or tha w=orld, can save us, if we let it. And maybe that's s=ome sappy n=onsense and it aint practical, I kn=ow. If that l=ove d=ont m=otivate ya ta acti=on it's w=orse than useless. But still, I believe it. I really d=o."

[midnightsslut]

lover: pink (but i wish it had tassels like the purple one because they look soooo good from the nosebleeds)

jacket: black pinstripe

Fearless: short gold forever

Red: a lot going on at the moment then; this is not Taylor’s version now (s/o to Taylor’s tailored bodysuit)

SN: Champagne forever (but I really like wonderstruck and pink too)

rep: I prefer gold. It reads better from nosebleeds and the snakes give her body ody

evermore: bronze

folklore: greeeeeen

1989: green og. All pink new. I prefer ogs to look at in pics, but I think the new ones read better on stage.

ttpd: ruining my life. ttpd set: black undies w white jacket w black lapels.

ss: blue old or supernova new. I kind of dislike all of these

iridescent is still my fav

scallops old; moonstone new. Moonstone is my fav of them all.

blue jacket

I love this response ty

1. do you mean the Barbie pink one? That’s actually my second least favorite. Pink & blue is my second favorite though bc it’s easily the most iconic and flattering one

2. Used to be mine too. Fits the man but ion love it

3. okay this one is stunning but I just have an affinity for less frequently worn costumes. That’s why I loved the lavender style outfit on the 1989 tour - she wore that thing like three times

4. idk they’re all the same to me. I like trouble tho bc it’s one of my fav songs and it (along with al l the new 22 shirts) was debuted at my show. and re: the bodysuit, I sometimes come across an older video and it shocks me bc this version is so much better

5. easily the most flattering one. wonderstruck is my fav color, but I don’t love the cut. imo it works on the pink with the starburst pattern but not with the swirl-y pattern on the purple.

6. gold is way more flattering I agree. I just like the texture of the red sequins

7. Absolutely. Top five eras costume for me

8. I just think the blood red is more striking in person but green suits the ivy design better

9. This is so interesting to me bc at first, I preferred the new ones by far. I love a good skater skirt (though I preferred the og tops and still do). I love the color variations of the new ones, but I haaaate it when she mismatches some absolutely random colors. Mostly bc of the shoes. Please match the SHOES. anyway I’ve been looking at old pics and yuh the og ones were rly good & way more refined

10. you’re the first person I’ve seen who agrees with me. The black x silver w black lapels combo is easily the best one. I like the gold too tho

11. I hate the old ones. Supernova is great but I don’t love it as much as I would expect myself to. Sunrise boulevard is perfect to me.

12. it’s soooo pretty and textured

13. Moonstone is my favorite taylor costume ever

14. Valid. I think bubblegum pink x scallops was the best combo but it wouldn’t work with moonstone

[mirandimoo]

I don’t know what I want to do with my life and I’ve always told myself that that’s okay but I’ve never felt it to be true. It feels like a myth, a lie, a facade that i put on not only for others, but for myself too. Because the crushing brutality of the realization that I do not actually know what I’m going to do with this limited time I’m given is absolutely… devastating. Even more so the idea that I want to want something but… there’s just nothing. Nothing to give, nothing to gain. I feel nothing.

Ive been watching a lot of one piece recently and the idea of everyone having a dream so deeply imbedded in them that it’s the driving force for living is both freeing and shackling to me.

I don’t think I have a dream like that.

No job i want, no house, part of the world, lifestyle, or relationship.

Nothing I can say is my dream.

I would say that my dream is to obtain happiness and freedom.

But what does that even mean?

What does happiness and freedom even entail?

But recently I’ve been thinking. I can’t focus at school, even more so than usual. My last year of uni is really kicking me in the ass and I feel like it’s consuming me whole and I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe and I don’t remember what I did even just a minute ago. I forget names and faces and everything is a lot and everything is too much and I want it all to stop but…

I’ll get a text from my friend. They want to know when I’m free so we can hang out.

And suddenly everything clears and I feel like I have something to look forward to again. Something to live for.

I’m a lover to a fault and every single moment of my life is plagued by mementos and items and moments that remind me of other moments I shared with the people I love.

I don’t have a dream for myself I don’t think.

But my dream is to be with the ones I love.

Running errands, day trips to the city, weekend trips to an event, whole vacations… or even just a few texts on the phone.

I think that these are the moments I live for.

These people in my life who I hold so dearly… they’ll never know that I’m still alive because of them. That I think of them each passing day and i dream about the life we can have together and the adventures we’ll explore in our limited and finite time on this earth.

I dream about it.

One day… in this life or the next, I want to have everyone I love sit down at a table for dinner. Everyone who has ever had a heavy impact on me as a person. I want my mom and my dad and my brother. I want my best friends and the ones who used to be friends but decided I was no longer worth the trouble. I want the girl in my psychology class who I thought would be one of my best friends even though our friendship ended when the class did. I want my tias and uncles. I want my high school crush who turned me down to prom. I want my first girlfriend and I want my first boyfriend and I want every person who I wanted to marry at some point who didn’t even know it. I want my professors and leaders and I want us to all sit down and have a dinner.

I want them to talk to each other. I want them to talk to me. I want them to know, regardless of if it matters to them or not, that they mattered to me. And that without their aid at some point in my life whenever it was that we had crossed paths, I might not be here right now.

I then want to take my closest friends and family and make them all live within 30 miles of me. I want us all in the same town forever. I want us to agree upon a place to live. I want us to constantly be changing and growing and leaving if they want but always knowing that this town we make is their place to come home to.

I want to be able to hang out for the rest of my life. I want to take pictures and make art and remember every moment in detail even though I know I’ll forget most of it by the next sunrise. I want to have late night adventures and early morning road-trips. I want domestic breakfasts and exhausted dinners.

If i could have it my way I would want to live a hundred live times just so I can spend a full life time with each person who matters so much to me.

I’m afraid that This one life isn’t enough.

I’m aware that I love far too deeply for my own good. And I’m aware that I think about, want to be with, and love most people in my life in a far deeper and more consuming way than they ever will about me. And I’m trying to be okay with that.

I don’t live for myself. And i dont think i ever have. I don’t have a strong sense of identity or who I am but… one thing I know for certain is I know who and what I love.

If nothing else I am what I love.

And i want to make sure the people and things that I love are abundant and constantly in my life, as much as I can fit them in, for the rest of my life.

That’s what I want, at the end of my dream.

[slut-4-remuslupin]

I haven’t actually been tagged, but this one stuck out to me and seemed fun :))

APPEARANCE

Dark hair (both naturally, and currently coloured mostly dark) // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings (ears and nose, but never wear earrings) // I have at least one tattoo (5, so far) // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (Every colour you can think of, aside from firetruck red or black) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily (fun fact; I actually have an autoimmune condition that caused me to have a sun allergy, so I struggle to be in the sun at all) // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don't often smile //l am pleased with how look //I prefer Nike to Adidas (I couldn’t care less between the two) // I wear basebal hats backwards

ACTIVITIES/INTERESTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition (I don’t believe I’ve ever won a trophy, but I’ve one numerous belt buckles through horse riding, which I think counts?) // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim (not well, but I can avoid pulling a Regulus) // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing (although I pity anyone around who has to listen) //I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year (Single since 2019 and the record is still going strong, albeit not willingly) // I have a crush // I have a friend I've known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // **I met up with someone have met online** (not quite sure if this one counts, as we technically did meet online over social media, but we were introduced through a mutual friend, and we would’ve met at later that year regardless?)

SEASONAL

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise // I enjoy rainy days (hot take; While a lot of people feel depressed on rainy days, my mood actually increases, partly because of how beautiful it is, but also because they’re the only days I can actually go outside without worrying about getting sick from the sun☺️) // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep //I enjoy thunderstorms (I’m terrified of them, tbh) // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors// I find mystery in the ocean (I think it’s a truly beautiful, fascinating, but terrible thing) // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISC

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (despite my insomniac tendencies, where I can’t stay asleep for the life of me or fall asleep at night, I can actually fall asleep anywhere) // l am the mom friend (only after consuming ~adult beverages~) // I live by a certain quote saying (‘C’est La Vie’—a Cliché, I know, but as someone who struggles with multiple chronic illnesses/conditions, I find a lot of comfort in acknowledging and living by the idea that life just happens, and there’s nothing you can do to change it, so you just have to make the best out of it💕)// I like the smell of Sharpies (from someone who’s chronically nauseous, they actually really help in a pinch) // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall| asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed //I am multiracial // l am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

@sourgreenlupin @my-castles-crumbling @moody-and-mad @thebibutterflyao3 @lulublack90

Get to know me

Thank you for the tag @giftedpoison 💜

Rules: bold what's true and tag people

APPEARANCE

Dark hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings (one ear piercing) // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces (Invisalign) // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don't often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

ACTIVITIES/INTERESTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a friend I've known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

SEASONAL

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors// I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISC

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle //I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of Sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food //I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

And I'm tagging: @bianxiousandcute @sprqpointintern @noproof-youjustknow @morelikeyourghost @emmasmuse @thatseventiesbitch @hydesjackiespuddinpop @changelingbaby

[solaria222]

here's a hug, dearest.

- cozy blankets and warm sweaters..

this is a a comfort tarot reading, you may choose to view it if you feel down or if you just need some gentle words. this is a timeless tarot reading, it can still be applicable to you regardless of when you see it. this reading is for the collective, so please only take what resonates with you. take a deep breath and pick the pile you are most drawn to.

P I L E S

i do not own any of these images, credits to the owners.

P I L E 1 (heart-shaped moon)

pile 1, you have so much potential. sometimes the obstacle in front of you is yourself. you're excited about so many different things but procrastinate doing what makes you happy. you show so much promise - just believe in yourself. when you're being mean to yourself, remember yourself when you were young. you're being mean to them. treat yourself like you'd treat another, with care and respect. get the haircut you've been wanting, wear whatever makes you feel confident, read that book that's been on your tbr forever, eat icecream and bubble tea without looking on the nutrition info, dance in your room in your undies!! life is too short to give af, if you have an impulse just do it. you will easily get where you want to be if you just trust. yourself. your self-doubt, self-criticism is holding you back bb you are worth so much and you're much cooler and prettier and smarter than you think you are.

|| extras : "april", "november", "7", "6", "pisces"

' forward.

you only need to focus on one little step forward. you don't need to conquer the entire mountain right now. you don't need to have everything figured out by today. the only possible way to climb a mountain is by climbing it one step at a time. don't think about the peak, don't worry about what may come later. instead, just focus on the little step in front of you. the rest will come when it's time. for now, it's just one little step. '

P I L E 2 (the grey eye)

purge of all that no longer serves you. it's only going to be more painful if life forces you to. don't waste more time on people who don't reciprocate your feelings, and take advantage of you. pile 2, you know you're worth more than this. you feel isolated, but there are people who can actually help you. if you bother looking up, you'll notice a shelter. maybe the weather isn't that bad after all. enough with the self-pity it's time to gaslight gatekeep girlboss !! it's ok to start over again, and things will get better.

extras : "aries", "january", "sunday"

' simple things

sometimes we get so caught up in life that we forget that we don't always have to be busy; we don't always have to be checking our email or rushing to the next thing. we need to remind ourselves that it's okay - and absolutely necessary - to slow it all down. to take a break and enjoy nature. to turn of the tv and simply be together. to enjoy a game of cards. to ask our kids what they're wondering about. to call our parents. to watch the sunrise. to enjoy the smell of a burning candle.. we must never forget to enjoy the little things because they are never as little as we think '

la fin 💌

kisses,

sol ♡

[meowzfordayz]

pastries

Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~700

CW: dark humor, implied OC death, traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: HI MEOW, ITS ME AGAIN

My life’s falling apart just like always so here I am lmao

Hhhhh can I get uhhhhhh

Muichiro or Uzui x reader who deals with their trauma with jokes

“Something’s on your mind?” Tengen hums softly from behind you, large palm resting carefully on your shoulder.

“I mean, I’m alive, so yeah,” you snort, leaning backward into his touch, “And something’s on your mind?”

“Of course,” he smiles widely, pressing a light kiss to your hair, “I miss you already.”

“You miss me already? I haven’t left.”

“The village is far.”

“Is that your subtle way of calling me slow?”

“Perhaps,” his voice lowers, eyes closing, “You don’t have to go.”

Swallowing thickly, you gently shrug him off, swiveling around to poke his forehead, “Just because my idiot oniisan had an unfortunate run in with a demon mid errand doesn’t mean I’m destined to suffer his fate as well.”

“But-”

“And don’t bother mentioning my stupid oneesan. Why would you run toward someone screaming in an alleyway?”

“Didn’t you run after h-”

“I don’t count!” you huff, “She wasn’t screaming at that point. Clearly, the danger had passed,” scowling now, “What with being sated on dinner and dessert.”

“Why are you so-”

“Tengen-sama, what day is today?”

Head tilting, he wets his bottom lip, mouth quirked slightly. He can’t recall anybody having died on this day—although your prickly demeanor briefly has him reconsidering—and he knows it isn’t an anniversary of anything romantic (he has four dedicated partners to maim him should he dare forget remind him of such events, thank you very much).

“Today is buy a dozen get another dozen free at my favorite pastry shop,” you declare, “Are you really insisting I stay home?”

“Your life is more important to me than two dozen pastries,” he declares, hurriedly tacking on, “More important than any amount of pastries!”

“Well I’m glad someone cares about my life so much,” you quip, “But I, on the other hand, am content with valuing mochi, jellies, and cookies most.”

“Most?” he nearly pouts, filling the space between your bodies, fingertips dancing down the side of your kimono until they settle atop your hip, “What about me?”

“You’re fine. Even retired, you’re actually qualified to run toward someone screaming in an alleyway.”

“That isn’t what I meant,” he grumbles, “Haven’t I told you time and time again to prioritize your life over any and all missions?”

“Why would my life be in danger during a pastry run?”

“Your oniisan-”

“Was too impatient to wait for sunrise, and died in the chill before dawn. Do you see the sun Tengen-sama? Where is it? Smack in the middle of the sky!” resisting the urge to nuzzle your nose into his broadness, “But the longer you stall me, the more likely I’ll be returning in the dark,” eyes rolling, “Especially considering how s l o w l y I walk.”

“I’ll carry you there!”

“Absolutely not! This is my mission to undertake.”

“So dramatic,” he mutters.

“You’re one to tal-” your retort muffled as he not so gracefully cradles you into his chest.

“When you return, we can visit their graves,” pausing as you melt like warmed honey, sinking into his embrace, “I’ll give you extra money to buy offerings for them,” quietly, “What sort of pastries did they enjoy?”

Sniffling into his yukata, you cling tightly to his haori, words lodged in your throat, sharp as an unfulfilled wishbone. I don’t know because you never asked. I don’t know because those stupid, dumb, idiots abandoned you without permission, without attachment, without Goodbye. I don’t know because sometimes their faces blur in your dreams, let alone memories of whether they preferred bean cakes or cheesecakes.

“I’m happy to carry you,” he repeats tentatively, “You aren’t slow, but I’m certainly fast.”

“Tengen-sama,” you hiccup, heat caressing your cheeks, “If you carry me, then how will I ever develop thighs and calves to rival yours?”

“You don’t need to develop thighs or calves worthy of rivaling mine. You only need to return safely.”

“What an unsupportive response!”

“You’re ridiculous!” he exclaims.

“Are you going to give me extra money, or not?”

“Are you going to release your grip on my haori?”

“You said you were happy to carry me,” you whine.

“To the village! Not to my money pouch!”

“Hmpf.”

[marcyssketchers]

She was Sasha Waybright, captain of the cheerleaders, top scorer in Super Dance Fusion, and owner of the first-place, three-pillar trophy of Sunrise Elementary’s sixth-grade talent show for Best Guitar Solo.

So it was quite a surprise when she had lost her hearing at age twelve.

-

Basil. Coriander. Ginger. Lemongrass.

A soft, yellow shade of light through red-tinted glass lamps hung from the ceiling. There were about nine brown-leathered booths lined up in rows, nearly all of them currently occupied. Sasha could almost feel a vibration in the air from the onslaught of conversations. A variety of policy signs lined up the tan wall upon the bar, framed with red borders. Fake, decorative money trees sat generously near the front counter.

Above the counter on the wall, No Cellphones, Credit/Debit/Cash, and a collection of polaroids displaying customers who have beaten the ‘Gaeng Tai Pla Challenge.’

There was a larger one, titled with a red sharpie, ‘Thank you! From the Boonchuys.’ In the photo, a concerned-looking woman with unruly, deep-brown hair tied into a low ponytail can be seen holding a glass of water towards a tall man with tears streaking down his cheeks, his hands fanning his mouth. Between the two, a perfect genetic combination of both persons; a spindly, young girl with the same naturally corrugated hair. She had an arm around her father, her face very clearly exploded into a laughter-filled grin as she holds a dish in her left hand.

A hand on her shoulder calls her back to the present day.

The girl in the photo is staring back at her and Sasha decided right then that the polaroid didn’t really do this chick proper justice. Then she’s watching as the girl’s lips mold words into a sentence, “Um, is this your order?” She’s holding out a take-out bag with her pick-up number scrawled on the receipt.

Her eyes are blue.

Sasha stared, but she let herself stare because one way or another everybody will assume it’s because she’s deaf. No other reason. So she takes advantage of that. She even turns towards the girl, giving her a once-over, just for fun.

A thought bubbled up and surfaced in her mind at the same moment; sometimes it felt like all she had ever done is stare. Days spent, sometimes weeks where she doesn’t really ever communicate with anybody. As if she’s been living life through a window, rarely feeling the sunlight like everybody else. She wondered for a moment what the girl’s voice sounded like.

Then she signs.

“It is, but right now I’d rather have two of whatever your favorite food is and a place for us to eat it, gorgeous.” Her right-hand motions towards her own face and ends near her chin at the last word and she smirks. Mostly at herself because it’s harmless. She had never actually expected a response.

But then the girl visibly froze, the hand carrying the take-out dropped down to her side, and after a moment, got put onto the counter. She brushed her hands on her apron, then brought them up, “I’m busy all weekend, but maybe another time?” And she smiles. Her mouth forms a “yeah?” at the end and her hands rest on her hips, looking expectantly towards Sasha.

The blonde gaped, red spilling into her pale cheeks. She makes a point to collect herself.

“You’re deaf?” Her pointer finger taps near her ear to the corner of her mouth and her eyebrows knit together in a focused intrigue.

“No, no,” And Sasha could see her chuckle once, “I’m-” The girl pauses in the thought of her next sign, “hearing,” Her pointer finger making a small, imaginary spiral near her lips. “But I am learning A. S. L.” The brunette fingerspelled the acronym, suddenly seeming a bit shy.

Sasha couldn’t believe it. Not even her own parents had given the effort to communicate to her as well as this stranger had in a matter of seconds. She felt herself gasp. Or maybe she might’ve said something aloud, maybe she had accidentally wow’ed.

“So another time?” She brought her hand out then, taking the bag.

“Yeah,” The brunette’s lips said but her hands said yes, and then spelled, “Anne.”

Sasha fingerspells it back to her in confirmation. Anne nods.

“Sasha,” She signs by letter at first, then forms her right hand into an S and drags it swiftly across the scar on her left cheek. “Sasha Waybright.”

She watches as Anne tentatively repeats the motion and softly mouths her name. Her name had never seemed more delicate, or as interesting until right now.

[simpystarrr]

Wellll... okay then...

Content warning for abuse, starving, aaaand... abandonment

S is kind-hearted and sympathetic, despite the purpose she was made for. Her timid, yet friendly nature makes it easy to forget she was meant to be a killing machine.

In the short story, A Murder Drone's Guilt on A03 (please read it), S is revealed to suffer from extreme remorse for the worker drones she killed.

Because of this, S has on multiple occasions, forced herself to kill along with her leader to prove herself as a worthy member of the squad. S often puts up a quiet, cold, and blunt "tough girl" persona because of what L had taught her. She only really shows her true soft self around those she trusts, such as K.

S prefers more quick and painless methods of killing, not wanting the worker drone's to suffer more than they have to. The less they suffered, the better. Later on, her hatred for killing worker drones would go so far to the point of refusing to consume oil, sometimes even to the point of overheating. (starving yourself is fun, kids! /sarcasm)

S fell subject to horrible mistreatment by her squad leader, L, who saw her as a burden to have on the team. She was lucky that K, her other teammate, wasn't nearly as mean. K was the first to actually care about S and they had an overall good bond.

S's hatred for killing worker drones stemmed from her witnessing a child's reaction to her killing their parents. On one occasion, she had to hide an untrained neural network (baby worker drone) under its own parent's remains, which deeply stuck with her. K would give S some of the oil she got from worker drones just so she could live, feeling bad for the poor disassembler.

Let's just say L wasn't too happy about K constantly coddling S, so he made the "you only eat what you kill" rule.

Oh also she got the crack on her visor from L. (Big surprise)

One day, when her squad was on a hunting session, some random ahh worker defended themselves like an actual person would, which ended up in all 3 of them getting fairly beaten up before killing the worker. S was the most injured out of all thanks to her already being in a weakened state. L just grabbed K and fled after getting the oil he needed. S was basically left for dead just minutes before sunrise.

S only survived because she managed to find shade to stay in during the day. After almost a week of this, she was found by a young worker drone, Res. Res's interest was immediately piqued and she went to get a closer look (Blud is lucky that S is a pacifist, otherwise she'd get absolutely destroyed lmao.) Res, noticing that S was injured, DRAGGED the disassembly drone into the bunker to the rest of the worker colony's dismay.

Don't worry. S got taken care of by Ruben the medic!

Who wants S lore?

[fireflykaizoku]

Heya! I know you’ve done 3 soulmate fics now, but with the sort of angsty feel with Mimi-ya’s request I was wondering if a Katakuri x reader, in regards to the age difference he had given up hope that it was even possible for him to have happiness outside of his family, would make for a good read and also possibly dangerous for reader to come face to face with Big Mom and all those siblings! Thank you x

Hii! i'm sorry i took long to finish it, but i kept watching OP and reading more about Katakuri, since it's my first time writing for him. Since i'm still on episode 850, i was afraid it'd be a bit ooc. If it is, i'm so sorry! my writing for Katakuri will improve as i finish the arc. I hope you like it anyway, it was fun to write it ❤

Your family was rich and well-known around the Grand Line. Being the only daughter, they were trying to find a husband for you, a political marriage that could be good for both families, especially yours. They had a list of potential husbands, but you didn’t bother checking it since you were too focused on your birthday party. It was a small party, just with close friends and family, but you wanted everything to be perfect.

And it was. You had so much fun around people you loved, it was hard to fall asleep after that; you were genuinely happy.

Before opening your eyes, you could already feel the sweet smell, something like candy, donuts or cake. Thinking it was maybe a belated birthday breakfast, you opened your eyes and was ready to jump out of the bed when you realized the bedroom was completely different from yours. And as soon as you looked down, you realized that body definitely wasn’t yours. The toned chest, tattoos and the scarf around your neck weren’t yours.

You could only feel happiness and relief, you were glad you already switched bodies with your soulmate. Who knew it’d be that fast? But you wanted to see more of him, so you got up and started looking for a mirror in his room. The reflection surprised you at first, not being the kind of soulmate you expected to have. He had tattoos, crimson hair, and apparently was very tall. In fact, he was huge. When you put the scarf down a little, you noticed he had scars, and you assumed that’s why he covered his mouth. He also had fangs, which you thought were extremely charming. He wasn’t ugly, in fact, he was far from that. He was very handsome. Intimidating, of course. But very handsome.

Looking around, you found a vest, and on the back, you noticed “Charlotte” written on it.

— Charlotte? — you whispered to yourself, thinking you’ve seen that name somewhere until you finally realized after a couple of minutes.

— He’s one of Big Mom’s son!

You remember when your parents were trying to find a husband for you, his name came up a couple of times. It was probably Charlotte Katakuri. You’ve never seen any pictures of him, but you knew he was a very strong and powerful man.

After a couple of minutes just looking at his figure in the mirror, admiring his traits, a knock on the door brought you back to reality.

— Katakuri-sama, it’s almost time for Big Mom’s tea party. — someone said, outside the room before leaving right away.

You heard about the famous Tea Parties, but you didn’t even know how to behave. You knew there would be so many people, powerful people, and some probably well known as well, so you couldn’t take the risk of things going wrong.

You couldn’t describe the relief you felt when you noticed a den den mushi in the corner of the room. Perfect! You’d call him, explain everything and hopefully he’d be there just in time for the party.

It took a couple of minutes, but finally someone answered. You got quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say.

— Charlotte Katakuri? — you asked, a bit nervous.

— It’s me. I assume you’re (L/N) (F/N)? — you hummed in response. — I see you’re my soulmate and we switched bodies.

— Yes, and you have a Tea Party to attend today. Do you think we can switch back before then?

— Unfortunately, no. Your island is quite far from the Whole Cake Island. Can you go instead? You’ll just have to sit without saying anything. It won’t last too long, and when it’s over you go straight to your room.

— But what if… I need to fight? I don’t know how to… — he interrupted you.

— Don’t worry, it shouldn’t have an attack. But if anything happens, look for Brûlée and explain everything. I’ll be there before the sunrise, and we’ll be able to switch back, hopefully.

He seemed so calm even in a situation like this. But following his advice, you went to the party. It was fun and there was delicious food everywhere, but you couldn’t disrespect your soulmate and remove the scarf off. Maybe when you switch back you can ask Katakuri to let you eat a few.

You started sweating whenever Big Mom or any of his kids got near you, trying to talk. So to avoid raising any suspicions, you just nodded the whole time. And whenever you heard a fuss, your soul felt like it’d leave your body, worried it’d be a confront. If you had to fight today, acting like Katakuri, you wouldn’t know what to do.

You were hungry, but too shy to ask for anything. As if someone heard your thoughts, a few small men knocked on your door, bringing donuts. Not just two or three, but many donuts. They bowed and left quickly.

After eating half of it, you fell asleep. You were very anxious since you’d meet your soulmate in a few hours, but your eyelids got heavier and you couldn’t fight the sleep anymore. You woke up a few hours later with someone gently tapping your arm. When you opened your eyes, you realized Katakuri had arrived.

You were still sleepy, and sat on the bed, rubbing your eyes until you actually felt awake. The height difference was quite a lot, and it was funny. You had to sit on the floor so the two of you would be face to face.

— Hello, Katakuri. — you felt incredibly shy now.

— Good morning. — he tried to hide the fact he was embarrassed, and was hoping you couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating.

— This… Is it the time when we kiss?— you suggested, looking away. Would he think you were being too straightforward?

— Yes… We should… Kiss.

You pulled the scarf down slowly with your now cold hands. You closed your eyes, feeling very nervous. You kissed a few times before, but it still felt like something new. Especially now that it wasn’t just a random person, it was your soulmate.

Noticing you were waiting for him to make a move, he moved closer, sealing your lips together. Just a peck at first, until you gave him permission to deepen the kiss. Both of you were shy, and the kiss was a bit clumsy. Maybe he haven’t had many kisses too.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to realize you two had switched back, his big and strong hands holding your face was a sign that it worked. You rested your head on his hand, looking at him with eyes full of admiration and a soft smile on your lips.

— Aren’t you… Scared or disgusted? — he asked, feeling insecure now that his face was exposed to you.

— Why would I be? — you genuinely asked, smiling softly.

— Because… Of my mouth. I’m not how you probably wanted your soulmate to look like, and I don’t want you to think you have to put up with me because we’re soulmates. Now that we switched back, you can go if you want to. — his voice didn’t seem angry, as if he was demanding you to leave. It sounded sad, as if he had been through a lot.

You heart ached just to think that someone had the courage to hurt your soulmate.

Little did you know that many people treated him differently, not wanting to be around him or making fun of him because of his appearance; little did you know that while most of his siblings found their soulmates already, and he spent most of his life thinking he didn’t deserve his other half. Little did you know that he gave up on finding someone and started to deal with the fact that only his family would be able to love him.

But now, after meeting you, he threw his rational self out of the window. He felt like he could love someone; marry someone for a reason other than just a political marriage. But would you want him just like he wants you?

— We switched back, right? — you caressed his face softly. He wasn’t expecting it, no one has ever been this gentle with him before. — That means we’re in love.

— I don’t want you to be with someone like me, you’d only be in danger. — he turned his face not to see you. — You wouldn’t be able to deal with my siblings. It won’t be like playing house, and it won’t be like the marriage you might be expecting.

You got quiet, taking a deep breath. He wouldn’t push you away easily. Katakuri noticed your silence, and was expecting you to leave the room, agreeing that life with him wouldn’t be the perfect calm life you probably wanted. Instead, before he could even use his haki to have a glimpse of the future, you turned his face and pecked his lips.

— I won’t give up so easily. — you crossed your arms. — You’re my soulmate and I won’t leave you just because you think I can’t deal with a dangerous lifestyle. I want you, and if you want me too… We can make this work.

Looking at your face that was looking at him with love in your eyes, how could he say “no”? Maybe Big Mom would be willing to accept this relationship and give her blessing, and his siblings would be happy for him. He could even pretend it was all because of your family and their power at first.

His stomach started growling before he could say anything.

— I’m sorry, I only ate a few donuts while I was in your body. — you felt a little embarrassed about what you were about to ask. — But I wanted to eat some of the sweets yesterday. Do you think… — he didn’t let you finish the question.

— You can have the sweets, I’ll ask to get them delivered for breakfast. — he covered his face with the scarf again. — For now, you should sleep. We’ll have a long day meeting my family tomorrow.