#he just really resonates with me on such a deep level you know

[loufr6]

pick a card – what your future boyfriend will be like

hey loves! so many of you have asked me for love readings, and the ones I’ve done so far have gotten such positive feedback, so I thought… why not try my very first Pick a Card for you all?

take a moment to relax, clear your mind, and simply choose one of several piles or images that resonate with you the most. Each pile is linked to a unique tarot spread, and the cards in that pile will give you insights into your situation trust your intuition, let’s see what the cards have to say about your future boyfriend!

scroll down for your reading…

pile 1 – the dreamy but insecure romantic

cards: the star (reversed), the empress, the high priestess, the world

your future boyfriend has so much potential, but he tends to doubt himself a lot. the star reversed shows that he might have gone through some tough times that have shaken his confidence in love, but don’t worry—he’s healing. with the empress and the high priestess, he is deep, sensitive, and very in touch with his emotions. he admires someone who is emotionally intelligent and knows how to connect on a deeper level. the world suggests that this relationship will be whole and fulfilling, possibly involving travel or being from different backgrounds. it will feel complete and full of potential, but it might take some time for him to fully open up to you.

♡ where you might meet: through travel, online, or a creative/spiritual setting.

pile 2 – the mysterious intellectual

cards: the hermit, the hierophant (reversed), strength, the magician

this man is not the type to rush into things. the hermit shows he is introspective, wise, and prefers to take his time. he might even seem a little distant or reserved at first. the hierophant reversed suggests he might not follow the traditional path in love, and he could have an unconventional view of relationships. but here’s the beauty—strength and the magician show that once he’s ready, he’s incredibly powerful and determined. he’s someone who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to make things happen. he’s likely to be successful in his career and creative pursuits, and his quiet confidence will draw you in.

♡ where you might meet: at a place of learning or intellectual discussion, work, or a deep event that sparks curiosity.

pile 3 – the reformed bad boy with a golden heart

cards: the devil (reversed), the sun, judgment (reversed), death

this guy has been through a lot and is really learning how to let go of his past. the devil reversed tells me he’s breaking free from toxic cycles or habits. he might have a wild side, but he’s working on finding balance. the sun shows that when he’s in a good place, he is radiating positivity and love—he’ll light up your world. but he’s still navigating a few things. judgment reversed suggests that he’s a little hesitant about embracing the full change he needs to grow. still, death is here, and that’s a card of transformation. he’s on the verge of letting go of what no longer serves him and stepping into a much better future.

♡ where you might meet: during a period of change or a big life transformation for both of you.

pile 4 – the passionate but mysterious lover

cards: the lovers, the wheel of fortune, the moon, the chariot

this man is a mix of deep passion and mystery. the lovers shows that he’s someone who is very romantic and could be torn between a few paths in life, especially when it comes to love. it’s possible he has a lot of options but is waiting for the right one to come along. the wheel of fortune suggests that your connection will feel fated—as if it was meant to be. things might fall into place at just the right time, but he does have a secretive side (thanks to the moon). he might not always show you all of himself at first, but the chariot tells me that when he commits, he does it with everything he has.

♡ where you might meet: an unexpected situation, or perhaps when things in your life are shifting or changing.

which pile did you pick? does it resonate with you? let me know in the comments!

[invinciblerodent]

anyway, I really, really love how, if you romance Davrin, there's that beautiful moment in the final goodbye when he refers back to (at least one of-) the lines that can be said in the main romance scene:

[Davrin: You said you wanted the road less-traveled. Seems like we've got it right here.

Davrin: All I care about is that I'm there with you.]

after a personal storyline that's in large part about him overcoming an aversion of uncertainty, and embracing the potential for change and choosing who one wants to be (like most of the others, but it's arguably even more pronounced in his, as it's reflected through the griffons' story), that's just a really beautiful sentiment.

after spending so long thinking of himself as a weapon, believing one's destiny to be set in stone, even believing himself -and by extension, the griffons- to be "meant" for one immutable thing by their very nature...

it feels very satisfying and touching to know that he's willing to head into an unknown future with nothing truly secure, except for the hand holding his.

[777rare]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT.8

THESE NOTES ARE ONLY A STUDY OF MINE AND HAS/HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN YET, SO IF IT DOES NOT RESONATE WITH YOU, FORGIVE ME AS IT WAS ONLY A STUDY/OBSERVATION OF MINE.

I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN.

Disclaimer: DO NOT READ FURTHUR IF YOU ARE A MINOR!! THIS CONTAINS MENTIONING OF seggs so please scroll if ur below 18+

>> To better understand what a day chart and a night chart is:

SUN in 1st-7th House = NIGHT CHART

SUN in 7th-12th House = DAY CHART

•If you have a day chart, you will behave like your sun sign and where he is placed will impact the way you are as a person.

•If you have a night chart, then you will behave like your moon sign and where she is placed will impact the way you are as a person.

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•I've observed that capricorn Moon people (or 10th house for natives with a night chart) are extremely reserved, especially emotionally. They'll never share how they feel, their past experiences, or even cry in front of you unless they are very comfortable around you.

Also if they really trust you. All these natives also love rough sex (when I say rough, I don't only mean BDSM, I also mean the kind of sex that is very passionate and rhythmic), private sex and they usually know how special sex is.

They'll have sex only with someone they love deeply and trust undoubtedly. They do not like casual relationships, unsteady relationships, and casual quick sex. They want to feel a deep connection with their partner while having sex.

They take sex very seriously but by their outer persona or appearance or even their behaviour for that matter, a lot of people assume they have little to no interest in sex and lack dirty 18+ thoughts....but this is far from reality. In fact, they are very sensual individuals but only towards the partner they love and care for.

Like I mentioned in the very beginning, they are very very reserved. Capricorn moons are also like I said before, generally very uncomfortable and avoid crying in front of others and prefers crying privately with no one around.

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• Mercury-Mars natives just love love loveeee dirty talk😩. When you say the dirty things that they wanna hear, they get extremely turned on and let's just say... there's no turning back.😅

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•Sagittarius rising men are very bubbly creatures who have such adorable and lively smiles. They have such contagious smiles that can just light up the room.

Examples:

BOB MARLEY

BRUCE LEE

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• Juno in the 9th house can indicate that your spouse will be from a different background or country and has a different culture. Ex: Bruce Lee had his Juno in the 9th house.

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• Uranus ☌ Venus natives are seriously one of a kind. Very very veryyy unique lovers. It's a true adventure to experience their love. You will never find anyone like them, I'm telling you. These individuals love in a way like never before seen in the history of love lol, especially when in Pisces!! Where Venus is exalted! These people are the complete package. When they love you, it is only you. They'd even go against an entire nation when they choose you to love. Their love runs so deep, they will be so loyal and focused on you, forgetting the world just for you. Their love can be quite overbearing for those who are not worth their love. They love a person for who they are on a soul level. These are the ones who are truly unforgettable. They mark their love deeply in the hearts of whomever they love.

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• The degree of your Saturn is the age you face a very impacting incident that pushes you/ results in you learning a huge lesson. The degree of Saturn shows you at what age you actually become an adult. Those having Saturn in 0° degree were the ones born adults, the ones born dead serious. It's also the age where you face a lot of struggle that is significant for your journey.

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• Any of your inner planets in 22° degree = 'Survival of the fittest'. These individuals are survivors. They are the embodiment of the saying, "Survivors have scars, victims have graves".

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• Pluto-Mercury or Scorpio Mercury know how to seduce their partner so well. When these natives dirty talk, your clothes will fall off in a fraction of seconds lol. These people also have darn sexy moans goshh😮‍💨😩. They're way of speaking alone can make you wet as hell. Their seductive voice makes you sweat your fucking shirt off 🥵 and their hot sexy moans are aimed at turning you on so much more.

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Thankyou for reading this post!❤️🌻

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed making it. I hope you all have a bright day ahead.😊❤️

[hazzashouse]

Hii, I hope you are doing great !

I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write something about y/n not being famous and she is not accepted and treated badly by Harry’s celebrity group of friends which will put to test her relationship with Harry.

Thank you so much, and happy holidays !! 💕

A/N: This was such a fun request to write! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed putting it together. It’s a mix of angst, fluff, and a lot of emotion. Thank you for trusting me with this idea, and I hope it resonates with you!

Triggers: Emotional manipulation, unkind behavior, insecurity

Pairing: Harry Styles x Female!Reader (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,167

You knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Being with Harry meant stepping into a world so far removed from your own that at times, it felt like you’d fallen through the looking glass. It wasn’t that you doubted your love for him or his love for you—it was undeniable, unshakable. But you weren’t naïve. You knew his fame came with its challenges, and the hardest one wasn’t the paparazzi or the scrutiny from strangers on the internet. It was his friends.

They weren’t all bad, of course. There were a few who made an effort to get to know you, to see you for who you were beyond the label of “Harry’s girlfriend.” But most of them… most of them didn’t.

Tonight was one of those nights.

The party was at one of Harry’s favorite spots in Los Angeles, a sleek, exclusive venue where everyone seemed to glitter with a level of confidence and beauty you couldn’t help but envy. You’d been nervous from the start, clinging to Harry’s hand as he introduced you to people whose names you struggled to remember.

“Just stick with me, love,” he’d said earlier that evening, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It’ll be fine.”

And for a while, it was. Harry stayed close, his arm around your waist as he guided you through the room. But then he was whisked away by someone wanting to discuss music, and you were left standing near the bar, nursing a drink and feeling utterly out of place.

That’s when the whispers started.

At first, you tried to ignore them, telling yourself you were imagining things. But the pointed glances, the half-smirks, and the subtle head tilts in your direction were impossible to miss.

“Does she even know who she’s talking to?”

“She’s cute, but… I don’t get it. Harry could do so much better.”

“She looks so uncomfortable. It’s kind of painful to watch.”

The words stung, each one landing like a small, sharp jab. You kept your head high, determined not to let it show. But when one of Harry’s friends—a model you’d met once before—approached you with a patronizing smile, your resolve began to crack.

“So,” she said, swirling her cocktail as she looked you up and down, “how’s it going, Y/N? Adjusting to all… this?”

“It’s fine,” you replied, forcing a polite smile.

“Must be overwhelming,” she continued, her tone dripping with faux concern. “I mean, it’s not really your world, is it?”

You clenched your jaw, searching for a way out of the conversation. But before you could respond, she leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Don’t take it personally,” she said, her smile sharp. “It’s just… we’ve all known Harry for years. We’ve seen him with people who… well, let’s just say they were a better fit.”

Her words hit you like a slap, and you felt your chest tighten with a mix of hurt and anger. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing how much she’d gotten under your skin, so you excused yourself, heading for the nearest exit.

The cool night air was a welcome relief as you stepped outside, leaning against the railing and taking deep breaths. You tried to shake off her words, to remind yourself that they didn’t matter. But they did.

“Y/N?”

You turned to see Harry standing in the doorway, his brows furrowed in concern. He crossed the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hand coming to rest gently on your arm.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft but urgent. “I’ve been looking for you.”

You hesitated, unsure how to put your feelings into words. “Nothing,” you said eventually, though the shakiness in your voice betrayed you. “I just… needed some air.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed slightly, and you could see the gears turning in his head. “Y/N,” he said, his tone firmer now. “Tell me the truth. What happened?”

For a moment, you considered brushing it off, pretending everything was fine. But then the hurt bubbled up to the surface, and before you could stop yourself, the words came spilling out.

“I don’t belong here, Harry,” you said, your voice breaking. “I’ve tried, but your friends… they don’t want me here. They think I’m not good enough for you.”

Harry’s expression shifted from concern to something darker—anger, though not directed at you. His jaw tightened, and he looked away for a moment, as if trying to rein in his emotions.

“Who said that?” he asked finally, his voice low and controlled.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said quickly, not wanting to cause a scene. “It’s not just one person. It’s the way they look at me, the things they say when they think I’m not listening. They don’t think I’m… enough.”

Harry’s hand moved to cup your face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Listen to me,” he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “You are more than enough. You’re everything. And if they can’t see that, then that’s their problem, not yours.”

You swallowed hard, leaning into his touch. “But what if they’re right?” you whispered. “What if I’m just… not the kind of person who fits into your world?”

Harry shook his head, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “Y/N, my world is wherever you are. None of this”—he gestured toward the party inside—“means anything without you. And if anyone thinks they can make you feel unwelcome or unworthy, they’ll have to answer to me.”

You let out a shaky laugh, the weight on your chest easing slightly. “You can’t fight all your friends for me, Harry.”

He smiled then, his expression softening. “I won’t have to. Because once I’m done having a word with them, they’ll know better than to treat you like this again.”

Before you could respond, Harry pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. You felt the tension begin to melt away as you rested your head against his chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring.

“I love you,” he murmured into your hair. “And nothing—no one—is going to change that.”

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True to his word, Harry didn’t let the matter drop. When the two of you returned to the party, he made a point of staying by your side, his presence a clear signal to anyone who dared to question your place in his life.

Later, you found yourself sitting on the couch in his dressing room as he paced back and forth, recounting the conversations he’d had with a few of his more tactless friends.

“They’re idiots,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I told them that if they can’t respect you, they can’t call themselves my friends.”

You watched him, your heart swelling with gratitude and love. “Harry,” you said softly, reaching out to take his hand. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

“Yes, I did,” he said, sitting down beside you and pulling you into his lap. “You’re the most important person in my life, Y/N. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you know that.”

You smiled, resting your forehead against his. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He kissed you then, slow and sweet, as if to remind you of everything you shared. And in that moment, you knew that no amount of judgment or criticism could ever come between you.

Because what you had with Harry was real. And nothing else mattered.

[asexualenjolras]

I can't stop thinking about the friendship between Quinni and Cash in Heartbreak High. I really hope we get more scenes between them in future seasons.

I can't stop thinking about Cash's face when Quinni is having her meltdown because he knows he can relate on some level. He's listening to her every word, and he is feeling so deeply for her.

His face when she says she doesn't want to be a burden made me sob. He looks so sad.

Quinni's words must have held some resonance with Cash, and I can't stop thinking about it.

Because he doesn't want to be a burden either, and he is trying so hard in his relationship with Darren and it still isn't enough.

Quinni says: "And then I find this thing, this one thing that I can control, that I can share with you all and participate in, one thing that I'm useful for, and I'm told I'm doing that wrong too. It's just not fair."

Cash knows how that feels. He's doing absolutely everything in his relationship with Darren, but he still feels like it's not enough. He's really letting her words sink in.

Quinni needs someone that can understand what she's feeling, and Cash can (in a different way).

I love that we saw Cash pick up on how upset Quinni was at the zoo. She needs someone that notices her, and Cash did.

Anyway, I love the scenes with Quinni and Cash together. And I hope we get more of their friendship in future. Because I think they understand each other on a very personal level. But maybe that's just my autistic, asexual self hoping they can find some solace in each other.

I resonate with Cash just as much as I resonate with Quinni, and I'm not saying that Cash is also possibly autistic but it's possible with his stimming, his mental health history, his deep empathy for living things and his struggles communicating how he feels. I'm running with this headcanon.

[flawseer]

Your thoughts on the wof characters have been really interesting and I'd love to hear your take on Starflight (your assignment of him being the 'designated sufferer' of arc one is both hilarious and tragically accurate). I've always liked him, cowardly though he is he still acts when he really needs to and the dynamic between him and Tsunami is super fun (the whole outwardly combative but inwardly just wishing to be as strong/as smart as the other).

I like Starflight and I relate to him a lot, as a fellow chronic worrier who annoys his friends with constant blathering about stuff only I find interesting, and often finding myself paralyzed in the face of decisions.

It’s funny how the story puts forward a black dragon, which in media are usually portrayed as mysterious, ambiguously malevolent harbingers of doom, and makes him into this adorable dork.

He’s also the plot’s chew toy, which I am at times less enthusiastic about. Especially when jokes are made at the expense of his misfortune.

Wings of Night and Sea

Starflight’s and Tsunami’s friendship is very engaging because, in a sense, both of them complete each other. For each, emulating the other serves as their last resort when faced with a personal crisis. Whenever Tsunami encounters a situation she cannot overcome with her usual blunt and direct approach, she asks herself how Starflight would resolve the situation. When Starflight becomes overwhelmed and too scared to move, his mind conjures an image of the strongest, bravest, most unstoppable thing he knows, which is Tsunami. Though either would be reluctant to openly admit it to each other, they both rely on each other’s strengths to cover their own weaknesses.

Through this you get the sense that, while their opposite personalities annoy each other to no end—if you locked both of them in a room for three hours, they’d be strangling each other when you open the door again—at their core they have only the deepest respect for each other. It becomes especially apparent when you realize that both of their stories in their respective books have them compare themselves to the other unfavorably.

If these two ever did a DBZ-style fusion dance, the result would likely be one of the most capable and balanced characters in their series.

Starflight's misfortune

CW: Discussion of blindness

One thing I have noticed (and have alluded to a lot in previous posts) is that the plot really likes to kick Starflight in the teeth. His own story arc puts him through the wringer, but he is not even safe in the two arcs past that, where he is largely out of focus. Most of the things that happen to him in arc 1 seem to occur for the sake of the story, but past that... it sometimes feels to me like the world has it in for this guy.

I started writing a list of every bad thing that happens to Starflight over all three arcs, but it got way too long, so now I’m just going to talk about a few select things instead.

One thing that stands out to me is that every other protagonist in arc 1 gets a specific moment. That kind of scene where they enter their tribe’s biome for the first time or connect with a particular part of their culture/physiology, and are overcome with a sudden burst of euphoria or deep resonance with their own nature. Clay gets it when he submerges himself in mud for the first time and then later again when he finds his siblings, Tsunami when she sees and smells the ocean, Glory when she’s in the rainforest and feels the sun, and Sunny when they go through the magic tunnel and end up in the desert. Starflight is the only arc 1 protagonist who doesn’t get a moment like this; when he enters his tribe’s home for the first time it’s a giant craphole that makes him feel upset. It only gets worse from there.

Then there is the big one; the misfortune that happens to him at the end of his book. I struggle to talk about this because... uh... How do I put this?

I opened this post by saying I relate to Starflight on a personal level. I wouldn’t consider myself as studious or well-read as him, so it’s not a direct comparison, but I do like to draw, write and dabble in visual artistry. This is a major part of my life; how I define myself as a person and what I think makes me “me”. The thing about this though is that all of this is tied up into one thing: my sense of sight.

It follows then that what ends up happening to Starflight is the realization of the one thing I fear the most. Thinking about the possibility of losing ones sight is deeply, personally horrifying to me. It messes me up internally just to consider it happening to me.

This, the subject of becoming blind, is a very difficult topic for any story to properly engage with. There are many pitfalls you can fall into and come off as insensitive, or ignorant. The way Wings of Fire deals with this subject is to... well... it doesn’t really. Starflight is blinded and then the story skips over most of his reaction to it because the next POV character gets separated from the group while they sort it out.

In a way, this is a good thing. I don’t know how this series—which often rushes through these really uncomfortable, harrowing events—would be able to show a realistic reaction to this development. Like, losing ones sight would be a horrifying prospect for anyone, but for Starflight especially this completely uproots not only his entire life, but his sense of identity. Everything he likes doing, everything he is and wants to be in life is rendered virtually impossible by this.

Consider who Starflight is. He is a thinker, and a worrier who is always inside his own head. He dreads and fears, he seeks out worst case scenarios, I daresay he is inclined towards pessimism. Whenever his neuroticism gets him too stressed, or emotional, or worried, he has one immediate response: bury his nose in a scroll. When he arrives in a new place, he usually asks where the scrolls are at. When he is under threat of being abducted or attacked, his first instinct is to go grab his scrolls to keep them safe. Like with me and drawing, reading is how he unwinds, how he balances himself. It is what keeps him sane and functional through dealing with adversity (and he's Starflight, so he deals with a lot of adversity).

Then this happens to him, and suddenly the one thing that makes this poor, battered boy happy, the one thing that never hurts him, is taken away forever. If I was in his place, if I learned I was suddenly blind, I would fall apart. I would cry, then scream, then cry AND scream and probably flail around in a panic. Clay would have to hold me down and restrain me so I don’t end up falling off the platform in a frenzied fit. Or worse.

So yeah, I get why the plot had to look away. Seeing this happen to Starflight—him going through this kind of anguish and then sinking into quiet despair as his world crumbles around him—would have been heartbreaking. In the end, we go on Sunny’s solo adventure and when she returns Starflight is already conveniently past the screaming fit phase and has adjusted to his new life circumstances—enough to talk and joke as if nothing happened. He then goes on to dedicate himself to bringing the wonders of literature to other blind dragons, which is a noble goal and good trajectory for his character—even if it’s a bit abrupt and I would have liked to SEE him do that instead of just being told.

Anyway.

This next one isn’t as notable because it doesn’t happen TO him, but I want to point it out to back up my claim that Starflight Ls can and will happen even in story arcs that have very little to do with him. In book 6 Moonwatcher and Darkstalker have a conversation where they discuss the concept of Nightwing powers and how they relate to the moons. The story very pointedly draws attention to the fact that Starflight nearly was born under three full moons and would have become the most powerful Nightwing of his generation if his inept caretakers had not decided to hatch him underground. While I don’t think getting these powers would have been good for Starflight in the long run, it is a bit sad considering he spent most of his childhood thinking he was born wrong because he didn’t have powers, and then Morrowseer further gaslit him about it throughout the arc.

And then we don't talk about what happens in arc 3. I am not the right person to discuss it.

My take on Starflight

I was asked to give my take on the character, so...

I already went into how I think he’s very introspective and prone to worrying. I see him as an introvert, which is something he has in common with Glory, and contrast him with Sunny, Clay, and especially Tsunami. He enjoys reading but also other activities where he gets to use his brain. He likes puzzles; I imagine he got very excited when they had to figure out the murder plot in book 2, or when he caught Blister in a lie. If he had a computer it would be full of adventure and puzzle games, and he’d hog the resident DS to play the Professor Layton series all the time.

When they found the academy, it is implied he teaches a literacy course and gives out writing assignments. That is right up his alley, but I’ve always felt he also has strong math/natural science teacher vibes. There should logically be a numbers class at that school and I can’t imagine any other character who would be more suited to teach it.

If I were asked where I would make changes to his story, I guess I would nix the part where he and Fatespeaker hook up in book 5. I have nothing against their relationship, it’s actually grown a lot on me over time. But I never liked how it started. Starflight gets rejected by Sunny and then immediately hooks up with Fatespeaker. This is really undignified for her because it takes their potentially intriguing romantic relationship and turns her into Starflight’s “rebound chick”. You really need to give yourself some time to move on from your previous attraction; rushing like this creates doomed relationships.

The original story implies that about half a year passes between the end of arc 1 and the start of arc 2. I like to pretend this gap is actually a bit longer, by like 2 or 3 years. It gives the old protagonists a bit more time to settle into the roles they’ll occupy during the next arc, and makes it more plausible to me that they could build and outfit an entire school, write the curriculum, designate roles, etc..

In that time, with things being more calm now, Starflight has opportunity to get lost in his own thoughts again. It turns out, now that the dangers of the war are no longer distracting him, he finds it difficult to cope with his blindness and sinks into a depression.

While this happens, Fatespeaker is there with him. She sees his condition worsening by the day, but refuses to give up on him. She reads to him; they talk, and they bond. Though serious self-searching and hard work, together they manage to pull out of the darkness eventually. This is how their relationship starts, and it’s also how Starflight gets the idea to invent the dragon-equivalent of braille.

Somewhere during that time, I also imagine Glory has Tamarin escorted to Jade Mountain so she can help Starflight adjust to his new situation and learn how to navigate his life without needing to rely on others. Perhaps this is what motivates Tamarin to attend the academy later.

What else is there to say? Hmm...

I think Starflight is really fond of hard candy. Jawbreakers are his favorite especially. Though given how prone to misfortune he is in the story, I’m hesitant to put him in proximity of anything with a name like that.

[michellesneptune]

astro observations⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

moon in the 12th house synastry can feel like this soulmate, otherworldly bond, where you can read each others minds. however, it sometimes can result in the house person not being appreciative of the moon, not recognizing the efforts they make to help them feel good and feeling their feelings on such a deep level.

underdeveloped cancer suns can be so annoying😭 one thing i’ve noticed about them is that they looove to exaggerate the things they’ve done for you, it’s like they just NEED the praise for “sacrificing themselves”. they also tend to tell stories in a way that just makes you doubt if it actually happened the way that they’re portraying it.

saturn square mars people can suffer from low energy levels, sometimes they just cannot physically bring themselves to do something. however, if they eventually start, there’s no way of stopping them.

mercury conjunct mars people can effortlessly hurt you with their words, it’s no joke. they also tend to have some strong opinions. my mum has this and let’s just say that i avoid certain topics when talking to her😬

moon in taurus folks are such good cooks, i swear. it’s their love language, too. they don’t mind cooking for you and making your favourite dish is their way to your heart. they are really talented at it and it relaxes them.

they also tend to have extremely good sense of smell which is kinda impressive ngl. they are picky about certain scents.

someone i know has venus in gemini and he told me that he has actually broken up with a couple of girls in the past because their conversations were dull and they couldn’t keep up with him mentally.

another thing about this placement is that gemini venuses/risings are great at wordplay. it’s like their minds are always active, constantly seeking to make a brilliant joke.

mars in cancer men get turned on by their partner being turned on. they love to give pleasure.

8th house synastry can actually become so uncomfortable. people oftentimes talk about how deep and transforming it is, but if neither of people involved want to deepen the relationship, you will just be left with this aggressive awkwardness.

mercury square ascendant people often have specific mannerisms when they talk. i also kinda feel bad for them, as people tend to focus on how they speak, not on what they’re saying. it’s like they have very interesting thoughts but they cannot present them in an appealing way to the people that they don’t really know that well.

thank you so much for reading! i’m not a professional so don’t take my posts too seriously, only take what resonates. if you would like me to make a post about any specific placement, make sure to tell me💞

~michelle

[echoingspectrum]

𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡: 𝑦𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒 ( 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 )

Inviting Dan Feng to a Starskiff cruise around the fleet for a leisure outing was a bold move by yours truly. You just thought he needed some break for working hours tiredly between a High Cloud Quintet and being a High Elder at the same time.

Surely, this would give him the opportunity to relax and unwind from his demanding responsibilities. As a close friend of his, you knew that Dan deserved a chance to escape the pressure of his busy life and enjoy some well-deserved time off.

If it means having your back ache from all dragging him to the designated location, whether he likes it or not...

The Starskiff cruise promised breathtaking views and luxurious amenities, making it the perfect setting to rejuvenate from a hectic schedule. So this opportunity cannot be missed.

Behind you, you heard a sigh as the two of you strolled toward in silence. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, but rather a shared understanding of the need for this getaway.

"Was this necessary?" Dan Feng inquired frankly. "You, out of all people, know how much I value my time on duty rather than these shenanigans of yours."

"If your work is really that important, you wouldn't be here now, would it?" You teased, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, everyone needs a break once in a while, even the most dedicated workaholics like you."

"I'm not a workaholic."

"Your eyebags said otherwise."

The high elder could only grumble in response, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, betraying a hint of amusement.

The tension between them seemed to dissipate as the two of you continued your walk, with the sound of the wind rustling through the atlas providing a calming backdrop to your conversation.

"So..." You paused, glancing over at the high elder. "What's really been bothering you lately?"

The high elder's expression softened slightly at your question, and he let out a weary sigh. He seemed hesitant for a moment, as if he were reluctant to admit the truth.

"I suppose I have been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately," he admitted, his voice tinged with fatigue. "There are numerous responsibilities on my shoulders, and it's beginning to weigh me down a bit."

He took a deep breath, letting the wind and the resonance of the atlas soothe his weary mind. You nodded, understanding his words. Although you never know what the burdening pressure of leadership truly felt like, you could empathize with the toll it was taking on him.

"I can only imagine," you said sympathetically. "But you always seem to handle everything so well. How do you do it?"

The high elder chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I wouldn't say I handle everything well," he said with a wry smile. "I have my moments of doubt and frustration just like everyone else. I just try to stay level-headed and prioritize what needs to be done first."

He paused, looking out at the landscape before continuing, "But it does get lonely at times, having all this responsibility on my shoulders. It can be a heavy burden to carry."

Sighing, his turquoise eyes then glint toward you. Despite the midnight vignette that surrounds you, his eyes often shine under the moonlight's soft glow, conveying a sense of vulnerability hidden beneath his usual stoicism. You could see a flicker of sentiment like nostalgia and yearning flash across his face.

"I often wish..." His voice came out soft and wistful. "Prior to this day, I longed for those days where we often indulged ourselves together, carefree and without a worry in the world. Those memories are what keep me going in the darkest of times."

For a brief moment, it was as if he was lost in thought, his expression uncharacteristically open and vulnerable.

You couldn't help but notice the change in his demeanor. You felt a sudden rush of heat to your face, your heart skipping a beat. The realization that he might be missing your presence made you feel both surprised and a little flustered.

'Get it together! RAHFHWEBNEHFHC⏤'

"I too missed our moments together." You felt your lips twitching upward. Your thoughts whirls like a turbulent hurricane yet you stayed composed.

Tender moments like these, where emotions were raw and unguarded, were rare but cherished.

The unspoken connection between you both was perceptible—a silent understanding that transcended words.

Not before long, the Starskiff ship you had rented for both you and Dan Feng was ready to set sail across the vast expanse of the Xianzhou Luofu. The sail unfurled with a gentle whoosh, carrying you both into the unknown trip that awaited.

Stars illuminated the midnight atlas, adding a touch of romance to the journey ahead. The cool night air wrapped around you like a comforting blanket as you leaned against the railing and let yourself be carried away by the gentle sway of the ship.

You enjoyed the stillness of the night while your companion relished the scene before him. He silently spectated your every move with lingering affection. You look so peaceful, staring upon the expanse of the universe above the both of you.

His heart swelled with endearment as he watched you enjoying this evening rendezvous with a set of merriment⏤ feeling grateful for this moment of tranquility together. The soft glow of the starlight seemed to reflect the warmth of his feelings for you.

He doesn't normally indulge himself in the subject of romance, believing that it would add to his sense of obligation which already brimmed with his responsibilities of his current status.

But alas, you are an exception. Oh, how fortunate you are~ In this very moment, he couldn't help but feel flooded by the depth of his emotions.

As the ship continued its journey through the night, he made a silent vow to cherish these moments with you for as long as he could.

'I wonder if our future aligns with the stars.' He thought to himself, uncertain for the forthcoming events that would inevitably change the very course of your lives.

The gentle hum of the ship's engines seemed to echo his sentiment, creating a sense of harmony between the two of you and the vast universe surrounding you.

"Welcome to the Starskiff Jetty. A port for all Starskiff ships lands and takes off. I'm certain you are aware that this is the official entrance to the Xianzhou Luofu." The tour guide optimistically gestured towards the bustling crowd of travelers.

After the big event that transpired, you and Dan Heng thought to take a stroll through the bustling streets of his home planet. Why not? Take it as a reward for all the assistance that the Astral Express has provided.

You tugged at the ens of his sleeves and suggested, "Dan Heng, let's ride a starskiff!"

Stream of jaded nostalgia seem to caress his mind for a second.

Like a child filled with wonders and curiosity, the said man only sighed at your enthusiasm and replied, "I suppose we could, but let's make sure to be back in time for the departure of the Astral Express."

And with that, you both set off towards the Starskiff rental station, taking a Starskiff cruise around the bustling town.

Oh, the faded memories are soon to resurface. 

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi!! I sorta get the vibe that maybe Rook has some deep rooted trauma from his childhood?? Just because of how secretive he is; i know hes eccentric but i feel like it’s more than that. A lot of ppl are upset at Vil for “changing” Rook somehow but i feel like rook changed his appearance to match with Vil, moved to pomefiore, etc. because HE wanted to be more like Vil, i feel like him meeting Vil was a rly big turning point for him. And with how upset he was at having to hurt dream Vil and Neige (and his fanboy bedroom😭😭) i feel like he’s really dependent on both of them for his happiness and he’s avoiding dealing with some traumatic experience, but this could be a stretch. I was wondering what your thoughts were. Sorry this was so long, have a nice night!!🫶

Mmm, maybe? There's certainly nothing to disprove the idea, although there also isn't much to support it. Rook doesn't strike me as someone who is scared or put off by most things. He was very much able to keep his calm and composure even in demanding, high-stress situations like the STYX base raid in book 6 and the rescue operation in Endless Halloween Night. If he has experienced something dangerous and/or dark, he gives me the impression that he could handle himself just fine. (This isn't to downplay trauma; I'm just saying that Rook could very well be the type of person that reacts and copes well with it.) As for him being secretive, it could be for other reasons such as his family's line of work (which is implied to be pretty important, since they have warp pads and villas all over Twisted Wonderland). This would be reasoning similar to why Jade and Floyd's father's occupation is kept dubious. Rook's secretive nature could also be an intentional diversion (ie purposefully playing "the fool") so it's easier for his targets to lower their guards around him or not take him seriously. Really, there's many reasons for his enigmatic and eccentric attitude. I'm also of the opinion that you don't necessarily need to have a deep-rooted trauma to get deep into fandom or stan culture. Sometimes you just get really into something and want to dedicate your entire being to that which holds your attention! For Rook, that's Neige and Vil--and it hurts him on a deep level to have to harm those who have brought him so much joy. I liken it to like... how TWST fans have merch shrines dedicated to their favorite boys. Non-Twsties may not understand our love and dedication to these characters, nor why we may get upset if those merch shrines are destroyed or damaged.

I think a lot of Rook's emotional attachment to Neige and Vil doesn't come from "relying" on them to fill in some void within himself. Rather, the behavior stems from him literally viewing them as pinnacles of beauty, combined with his own reverence for beauty itself and how they've helped his own character development. We know that, as a child, Rook struggled to express himself and was first introduced to the magic of the arts when he watched a play that starred Neige. The performance and show must have deeply resonated with Rook. Later on, we see that he, as a first year Savanaclaw student, acts much closer to the Rook we know of today. Invasive, bright, speaking his mind in a verbose way, etc. This makes me think that it was through stanning Neige that Rook was motivated to express himself in a more open manner. Then, when Rook meets Vil, he's inspired and encouraged to beautify himself so as to be like the works of art he already admires. As you've said, Vil isn't the one forcing change on Rook; instead, Vil gives the suggestion and Rook becomes enraptured with the idea--to the point where he changes dorms against Vil's advice. This is another huge turning point in Rook's life. He changes dorms, becomes Vil's right-hand man, and drastically changes his appearance too. This is all so he can be closer to the "beauty" he wishes to see, so he can fully dedicate himself to that chase. Neige was the impetus that started it all, and Vil is the one who motivated Rook to go "above and beyond" in his pursuit of beauty. So thinking about it, Rook has gone on his own journey of personal growth, and Neige and Vil are both closely tied to that. It's like how some of us TWST fans have been with the game for a few years now. We've grown and changed, and TWST has been with us every step of the way. I bet you're a totally different person today than you were when you first came across your current hyperfixations. That's bound to deepen the emotional connection we already have with the object of our affections--be it TWST for us, or Neige and Vil for Rook, no trauma necessary. From all of that, I get the impression that Rook cherishes Neige and Vil because he has "grown up" with them and they're so pivotal to who he is and has become as a person. When he has to turn his arrow on them, it may hurt him in the sense that he's destroying his passions or the very figures who have inspired him to come as far as he has. That's how I interpret it!

I still think it's fine to headcanon whatever you want for Rook's past though! There's no harm in filling in the gaps with whatever you think suits the character or the story.

[misshoneyimhome]

I know I mentioned i was going to create a little video - or even a Will you be my Vale-nylander-tine card - but then you wrote me such a lovely and amazing story of William being smitten - what an absolute dream that would be. The algorithm on my ig feed was non-stop 50 shades of gray-esque today...but there was one reel that I had originally wanted to send you. But then you inspired me to write you a little something for Dream Boyfriend Day and all I can do is hope that you'll like it because yours I will always cherish.

You lay limp in his arms, barely enough strength left to trace a line through the sweat on his abdomen.

William softly kisses your head. "You okay?"

You nod, but the truth is—you’re not okay. You’re beyond any level of okay. You’ve passed the point of no return. Logic no longer rides shotgun in your mind; in its place is an unshakable need, an all-consuming want, and a total adoration for him. Anything before him was nothing—it was all watered-down drivel by comparison.

His voice is low and croaky, the way it was that first time, when he hesitated before asking if he could kiss you. "Don't take this like I’m complaining—because I absolutely am not—but I have never heard you talk that way before… telling me what you wanted in the ways you wanted it."

It’s true. What’s even truer is that you have no idea where this version of you came from—the one who whined and asked for things through gritted teeth. It was all so uncharacteristically bold and unapologetic, coming deep from within. William had unlocked something inside you, something wild that he had drawn out without even trying.

You’re not embarrassed, not really, but you tuck into him anyway, hiding your face just a little.

"I just… I had to say it all. How you were making me feel, what I wanted… I had to get it out so you knew how good it all was."

William smiles, then chuckles softly. "Well, mission accomplished. Probably one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had."

When you finally find your bearings again, the two of you slide out of bed, meandering into the kitchen. Up until that moment, William had been your only source of sustenance.

As he blends a shake for you both, you scroll through your phone, leaning against the counter, fingers idly flipping through Insta reels—until one grabs your attention.

A simple statement, but one that resonates so deeply - like it had been posted specifically for you to see it in that moment:

"When a woman is the nastiest, sluttiest version of herself in the bedroom, what she’s functionally communicating with her behavior—not with her words, but with her actions—is this: You are the most desirable man I’ve ever met. I’m willing to break the rules I rigidly enforced with all other men… for you."

The words strike a chord because that’s exactly what happened.

William is different. He is kind. He is patient. He is real. And because of that, you’ve found a side of yourself you never even knew existed.

One thing is for certain—William will never have to guess how you feel about him. And the best part?

William is the type who always reciprocates.

Oh babe! This is the perfect mix of hot, sexy, cute, steamy, and romantic all at once 🥰

What a dream to feel that connected to him—thank you so much for this little blurb 🔥😏

And I have to admit—your “Will you be my Vale-nylander-tine?” pick-up line is way better than mine!

Happy Dream Boyfriend Day ❤️‍🔥

[scarletwritesshit]

🐉 Jiyan x F!Rover 🐉 Dragon's Faith

Rover stood by Jiyan’s side, her body tense and nervous. She wasn’t nervous due to simply being in close proximity to him, as they were both well adjusted to each other’s presence. This time around, however, things were far more properly structured than a battle on the fly or a casual hangout. She tried her best to look imposing and refined, as a Resonator of her caliber theoretically would be, but she couldn’t free herself of the nerves still bothering her.

Just how does he do it? she thought, looking at Jiyan. He’s so noble and imposing, yet it all came to him naturally. I don’t even know who I am, let alone the minute details of how I’m supposed to present myself.

Imposing glare. Straight posture. As still as a rock. Jiyan made it look easy. Whenever Rover took a deep breath to try and steady herself, she only succeeded in making herself look like a paranoid chicken. She could not figure out why she all of a sudden felt so on edge.

Jiyan, though focused on supervising the soldiers as they practiced, noticed Rover’s poorly hidden anxiety out of the corner of his eye. He put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to gently get her attention, but she jolted out of her skin.

"I apologize, but I did not mean to startle you," Jiyan said. "You seem awfully tense, is something the matter?"

"No. I’m perfectly fine. I think," Rover said, taking a deep, shaky breath.

She was not fine. Rover felt as if Jiyan was silently judging her down to each individual breath. She even felt as if she was incorrectly using her own two feet to stand.

"Are you a little nervous?" he asked.

"Me? Nervous? I’m absolutely fine," she spat out.

"There’s no reason to lie. I can see you practically trembling in your boots."

"...Okay, maybe I am a little nervous. But can you blame me? I’ve never had to stand in front of a well-respected army before. I think."

Jiyan gave Rover a reassuring rub on her shoulder.

"Relax. You hardly need not worry about supervision as I call most of the shots here."

"But what if I’m, oh I don’t know, standing improperly?"

"…Standing improperly? I don’t believe there is such a thing as that. Your posture is fine and you are acting respectfully, if that is what you are concerned about.”

"Er…not exactly. You make everything look effortless, and it makes me wonder if I should even be standing on the same level as you."

"Of course you are. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have been able to fend off the onslaught. Cut yourself some slack, my love."

"It’s one thing for us to unwind together in private, but you’re a completely different person while in command of your troops. I can’t help but feel intimidated."

Jiyan glanced to his side and gave her a reassuring smile. Although he had to keep an eye on his troops as they trained, he could spare a few brief seconds for Rover. She was just as important to him as any individual force. Perhaps Jiyan would consider her to be even more important, but he was in no position to be playing favorites.

"I don’t even feel worthy enough to be with you,” she continued.

"This theoretical concept of worth you speak of is of no concern to me. I’ve been rather fond of you since the time we first met."

Rover tilted her head. "Really?"

"Indeed so. Even if you were not as incredible as you have proven yourself to be, I still would love you dearly regardless. Besides, we’ve endured literal hell side by side together. I have more than enough of a reason to have complete faith in you."

Rover took a deep breath and once more attempted to steady herself. Jiyan was rather insistent that she was fine, and that she had no reason to be so self-conscious. Still, she could not shake the nagging feeling that she was out of place standing next to the general.

Jiyan pulled Rover in close and rubbed her side in an attempt to soothe her further.

“Relax,” Jiyan said, softly looking at Rover. “Unnecessary stress is detrimental to your health."

Rover looked over at him and nodded her head in acknowledgement. She knew that she would have to relax, but that was far easier said than done. Jiyan lifted his hand away from her shoulder and kept it still as Rover noticed a green Loong manifesting from behind him and coiling down his outstretched arm. He held out his hand as it slithered past his palm and gazed at Rover, tail still wrapped around his lower arm. She could feel her anxiety increasing once again, as now she had the general’s Loong watching her every move.

"It’s not just my trust you have," Jiyan said.

The Loong nudged Rover’s shoulder, like a cat headbutting its beloved owner. Her arms remained tense, despite how gentle each nudge was. It was kind of adorable, and Rover did want to pet it, but she held still and stared at it nervously out of fear of accidentally disturbing it.

"Go on," he said, "I know you want to."

Rover held out the palm of her hand, reluctantly inviting the Loong to slither into it. It looped around her arm once, still remaining somewhat wrapped around Jiyan, then rested its head in her hand. She scratched the underside of it gently, and it quickly melted into her hold.

"See? Nothing to worry about, love."

The Loong slithered in the air around her, and Rover kept her hand held out. It coiled completely around her arm and nudged its head into Rover’s open palm. Despite her ever-present nerves, it strangely seemed to be soothed by her presence. In fact, it almost seemed fully trusting of her.

"It… seems friendly," Rover noted, still wary.

"Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?"

"I guess if you’re truthfully fond of me, then I’m not sure, actually."

Jiyan’s companion continued nuzzling against her hand, making a sound as close to a purr as a small beast could manage. If even his Loong trusted her, then she ultimately had no reason to be so tense around him, even if it did take a little bit for her to force herself to calm down. After a few headbutts to her palm, the Loong dissipated, and Jiyan smiled and nodded with approval.

"You’re overthinking. Deep breaths, and soon you’ll be leading the troops right by my side."

"Y-yes sir," she said.

Jiyan squinted his eyes at her.

"I mean, yes, Jiyan."

"Much better."

[queenshelby]

An Illicit Affair

Part Ten: The Movies

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

Later that day, just as you were laying on your bed and tried to read a book, Lucy walked into your shared room and was surprised to see you. 

"Y/N, fuck what are you doing here?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I was just..." you hesitated, glancing briefly at Lucy before staring at the floor nervously. "Reading," you finished lamely, clutching the book you were supposedly reading tightly in your hands.

"I can see that, but why are you here?" she wanted to know. "I would have thought that you were hanging out with you know who tonight," she said quietly seeing that the dorm rooms at the university had rather thin walls. 

"Nope, he changed his mind about us," you answered honestly, your voice trailing off in embarrassment. "I guess his consciousness got the better of him after all," you explained with a saddened voice, causing Lucy to purse her lips. 

"Really? Why the sudden change?" she asked, her eyebrows raised, skepticism written all over her face. Her voice dripped with disbelief and concern. 

"I don't know. I guess he feels guilty, I suppose," you mumbled, averting your gaze, unwilling to delve deeper into the issue at hand. You clutched the book tighter, a protective shield guarding your vulnerable emotions. 

Lucy studied you closely, squinting at you as if scrutinizing your every detail.

"Look, I'm going to level with you," she began, her voice suddenly stern. "I think that him coming to his senses may be for the best. Not only is he your ex-boyfriend's dad, he is also married, right?" Lucy stated, her voice laced with caution.

"Yeah, but..." you trailed off, unsure how to respond. You appreciated Lucy's understanding and concern, but there was something unspoken lingering between you, something unsettling.

"It doesn't matter," you eventually muttered, deflecting her question. "I just need to clear my head now and forget about him," you insisted, fidgeting with the book.

"You do and, Y/N, just think about it, even if he wasn't married and was readily available to you, he would be way too old for you and, if anyone was to ever find out about your little affair, then the press would have a field day with it," Lucy said, her tone softening. "His career would suffer and your prospects of permanent employment at the hospital would be hindered as well," she explained. 

Her words resonated in your mind, striking a chord deep within you. You had never considered the consequences of your actions on your professional life.

"I know, Lu," you sighed, closing the book and tossing it aside. "But I actually really enjoyed myself with him, you know?" you ventured, your voice quivering slightly with uncertainty. "I mean, it wasn't just the sex that was incredible. It's everything.  We could talk for hours about anything. He is smart, humble and very attentive. Plus, he is incredibly attractive and gentle as well. Unlike me, he is super creative and funny too," you explained just before Lucy interrupted you. 

"And yet, you need to forget about him because, frankly put, he will never leave his wife for you," Lucy reasoned, crossing her arms over her chest. "And I highly doubt that he would jeopardize his career and reputation over an extramarital affair with a younger woman who happened to date his son in the past," she added grimly. "It's wrong on all levels, Y/N and I know that you know that," Lucy stressed, her eyes pleading with you to understand where she was coming from.

The truth of her words stung you, forcing you to confront the harsh realities of your situation. You swallowed, fighting back tears that threatened to fall.

"Yes, I do know that it's wrong," you finally conceded, your voice cracking. "It's not worth risking my future or his for something that can never amount to anything substantial," you admitted, and Lucy nodded, relief washing over her features.

"Exactly, Y/N," she praised, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Now, I guess you don't really want to come to the movies with us tonight, seeing that we are going to watch Oppenheimer, right?" Lucy continued, her voice tinged with reluctance, understanding very well that watching Cillian on the big screen was too difficult for you right now.

"Actually, why not. The bloody advertisements are everywhere anyway. I see his face every day around town, and everyone is talking about the movie, so I may just as well watch it," you replied, swallowing a lump in your throat, receiving a warm smile from her as a reward.

"That's the spirit, Y/N," Lucy cheered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I am glad you are coming and guess who else will be there?" she asks casually, grinning mischievously.

"Who?" you ask, curiosity piqued.

"James," she replies triumphantly. "The cardiologist you have been flirting with at work before you hooked up with Max's dad," Lucy explained excitedly, grinning broadly.

"Really?" you ask, feigning surprise. "You noticed that?" you teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Well, I do pay attention sometimes," Lucy retorted, rolling her eyes teasingly. "Besides, James is cute and smart. Lucas invited him but I think that you might actually enjoy his company," she winked, nudging you with her elbow.

"Alright, alright," you chuckled, relenting before looking for some clothes to wear but, as you rifled through your closet, searching for something comfortable to wear to the movies, your thoughts drifted back to Cillian.

You weren't sure whether you should be grateful for his abrupt departure or resentful for leaving you high and dry, so quickly. Regardless, his memory lingered, and the ghost of his touch still burned on your skin like a lingering kiss.

Eventually though, you found a pair of jeans and a loose shirt, not putting too much effort into your appearance. Realisticially, you were done with men for now and even James was slightly too old for you. Yet, you liked being in his presence and it was not as if you could deny the chemistry between you two at work.

He was certainly interested in getting to know you some more and this became even more evident when you entered the cinema later that evening, taking your seat in between him and your friend Lucy. 

"So, Y/N," he began, his voice warm and inviting. "Tell me more about you," he requested politely, his eyes shining eagerly before the adds started rolling in. 

"What do you want to know?" you wondered aloud, contemplating your response.

"Anything," he assured you, leaning towards you slightly. "What do you do when you aren't studying or working?" he asked, growing increasingly curious about you.

"I like to read, or listen to music," you responded, thinking for a moment. "I also like to go for walks, especially in nature. Do you enjoy hiking?" you asked James, turning your head sideways to glance at him.

"Not really," he shook his head, smiling sheepishly. "I am more of a city person and, as you know, I work a lot so I rarely get any free time to explore the great outdoors." 

"I see," you said, nodding. "Well, if you ever want to try it, I am game. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from me," you teased, laughing lightly.

"Definitely," he smiled, patting his chest proudly. "I would appreciate that," he said. "Maybe we could take my BMW, drive down the coast and have a picnic or something," he smiled just before the theatre darkened and the movie previews came on. 

"Maybe," you nodded before you took a deep breath, settling into your seat and gripping the armrests tightly.

Concentrating on the captivating visuals and engaging sound effects, you tried to push Cillian out of your mind which, of course, was proving to be a challenge as the familiar contours of his face kept appearing before your eyes on screen.

As the film progressed, you found yourself uncomfortably entranced by this man again and, soon enough, James noticed your discomfort especially during Cillian's intimate scenes with Florence Pugh. 

However, you remained adamant to focus on the present and, despite the occasional flashbacks of your fleeting intimacy with Cillian, you desperately attempted to compartmentalize these thoughts.

Somehow, you got through the entire movie and, when the lights came back on, the credits were already rolling, indicating that the film had ended.

"Great movie," James commented, turning to look at you. "What did you think?" he asked you, smiling brightly.

"Yeah," you nodded, returning his smile awkwardly. "It definitely had its moments," you swallowed harshly while hearing some women behind you talking about Cillian's captivating performance, causing even James to roll his eyes and chuckle.

"You used to date his son, didn't you?" he asked while listening to the group behind him, now drooling over Cillian's captivating eyes and aura. 

"Whose son?" you questioned, shooting James a puzzled look.

"Cillian's son," he chuckled. "You know, the lead actor? Cillian Murphy?" he said sarcastically, seeing that you did not really pay much attention to his question.

"Uhm, yeah," you acknowledged, your voice barely above a whisper. "It was a long time ago though," you added, swallowing hard, realizing that sharing this information made you feel slightly awkward. 

"Did you ever get to meet his dad?" James asked, his tone hinting at a curious undertone.

"Yeah, a few times," you replied, fiddling with your fingers nervously. "Why do you ask?" you queried, lifting your gaze to meet his.

"Oh, I was just wondering since I met him once when his son was in the ER, and he seems like a decent guy. Really quiet though," James shared, shrugging casually. 

"He is quiet, I guess," you stammered without revealing your true feeling towards Cillian and the fact that you had been intimate with each other only recently.

"So, do you want to grab a drink?" James asked after a minute of awkward silence, gesturing towards the exit. "Or maybe we can head to my penthouse instead? I have a bottle of Moet in the fridge, and you should really see the views from my place. Absolutely incredible," he suggested, noticing the heaviness in your gaze. 

The mention of heading home jolted you back to reality, and you blinked several times before offering a weak smile. "Uhm, maybe another night," you hesitated, running your fingers through your hair nervously. "I'm quite tired," you lied, your voice barely audible.

"Yeah, sure. Whenever works for you. Unless I am working, I will make sure to be available," James agreed, flashing a sympathetic smile as you walked with him and the rest of the group while images of Cillian's face danced across your memory, his sensual whispers reverberating in your eardrums like forbidden promises.

You tried to shake off the images, but they persisted, weaving themselves into the fabric of your mind.

As you walked alongside James, you stumbled over your feet, lost in the swirling kaleidoscope of memories.

Determined to break free from the chains of the past, you forced a smile and plunged into a torrent of meaningless chatter. The laughter that escaped your lips was hollow, devoid of genuine mirth. You needed a distraction, something to blot out the haunting visions of Cillian's presence and the intimacy you shared with him.

Eventually, you arrived at campus where James said goodbye to you and Lucy.

"Sleep tight, Y/N," he whispered affectionately, his eyes filled with warmth and concern. "I will see you tomorrow," he reassured you, reaching out to squeeze your hand softly.

You could only muster a weak smile in return, trying to hide the turmoil raging inside you.

"Thanks, James," you murmured, squeezing his hand gently before stepping into the dormitory.

Once inside, you breathed a sigh of relief, welcoming the solitude that engulfed you and Lucy knew to let you be and not to bring up James or Cillian again. 

After all, you were exhausted and needed some peace to sort through your feelings.

You slipped off your shoes and collapsed onto your bed, your heart racing like a runaway train. Memories of Cillian's passionate embrace crept into your mind, refusing to relinquish their hold on you and it wasn't until a week after that you heard from him again. He was giving you a heads up that he had been asked by the UNESCO foundation to present several awards at a charity event you and some fellow students were organizing for Empathy Week and whilst you weren't exactly surprised by his announcement, it worried you to see him again in this capacity. 

Unbeknownst to you however, leading up to that message, Cillian too was struggling to come to terms with his feelings for you as well. 

He had spent sleepless nights thinking about you; the taste of your lips, the scent of your hair, the intoxicating energy between you.

Despite knowing full well that he was trapped in a loveless marriage, unable to escape, he couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing him further into your orbit.

As such, he became withdrawn and distant, spending most of his downtime holed up in his study, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He would often pace up and down his basement, pondering the implications of pursuing a relationship with you. His conscience weighed heavily on his shoulders, burdened by guilt and the fear of destroying both of your lives.

His wife Danielle soon became aware of his distant demeanor and moodiness and, every time she tried to initiate intimacy, he pushed her away with excuses of exhaustion or stress. This caused tensions to flare up between them, resulting in bitter arguments about their dissolving marriage.

Despite his attempts to distance himself from you, Cillian couldn't help but think about you constantly. He replayed the memories of your passionate encounter in his mind, longing for the chance to experience it again. Every day, he would find reasons to seek you out on social media, hoping for a glimpse of you and when he received the invitation to speak at the Empathy Week charity event organized by you and some other students, his initial reaction was one of dread.

The prospect of facing you again brought forth a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - anticipation, lust, shame, fear. Yet, the opportunity to contribute to a cause that held significance for both of you provided a strange sense of comfort. With trepidation, he accepted the invitation, secretly hoping to see you again but when Danielle and Max also confirmed their attendance at the event, his mind started spinning with the complications that awaited him. He wrestled with his guilty conscience, torn between his love for his family and his irresistible attraction to you which he knew would cause problems that evening if he wasn't careful. 

To be continued...

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[senualothbrok]

Because you get it. Can we just discuss the intense feeling of loss over realising that Gale (and other fictional characters) don't really exist and the grief it brings? Like, is this feeling of mourning normal?

Hello anon, and thank you for this ask 🫂 I do, in fact, understand this, and am glad that I'm able to share in a discussion about this with someone who resonates.

Long post incoming...

To answer your question. I don't know if this feeling is "normal", or if it's all that useful or helpful to think of this in terms of normal or abnormal. What I can say is that you are definitely not alone. There are people, myself included, who understand this experience deeply. I've seen it being talked about in different ways. As grief and mourning. As missing Gale (or other fictional character). As an emptiness following a hyperfixation waning. And more recently, I have come to see how similar it is to the withdrawal symptoms of an addiction.

I don't know if you know much about fictophilia - and if you already know everything I am about to go into, then I apologise for teaching a grandma to suck eggs. Fictiophilia is a strong and lasting feeling of love, infatuation or desire for a fictional character. Over the past year I have reflected a lot on my feelings about Gale and their effect on my life. I have been in love with Gale since autumn 2023, and I identify as a fictophile.

There is a really interesting study on fictophilia from 2021, which helped me to better make sense of my experiences. Researchers analysed 71 online discussions about fictophilia. One of the main themes that came out of their analysis was the fictophilic paradox. This is the distressing experience of knowing that the object of one's love and affection is fictional and "not real", and therefore unattainable. To know this and still experience intense feelings of love and attachment produces grief. One participant said:

"Knowing that he doesn't exist is agonising. It literally makes my heart ache. I hate feeling this way and I hate the fact that I can't talk to anyone about it because I'm so embarrassed. But I don't want to let go of him either."

I, for one, deeply resonate with this experience. It seems like this is one of the main experiences that many fictophiles share.

I have also heard many people, and many neurodivergent individuals, talk about the emptiness and depression they feel after the waning of a hyperfixation. (I also consider myself neurodivergent, and can relate). A hyperfixation can inject a sense of joy and purpose into life in an all consuming way. That is certainly how I experienced my love for Gale for a very long time - I thought about him all the time, and all I wanted to do were things that related to him. Although being hyperfixated to an extreme degree can impair one's ability to get on with everyday life (which it definitely did for me, ngl), to lose that intensity of focus and feeling can be like coming off a high. It can leave one feeling lost and incredibly low. I also experienced it as a deep and pervasive loneliness. A kind of mourning.

I think there can also be crossover here with addiction and the cycle of withdrawal. For me, my hyperfixation was addictive. It gave joy and comfort, and made me feel good when things were bad. Unfortunately, when it comes to addictive behaviour, the more one engages in the behaviour, the more one needs to do to get the same level of pleasure (the brain develops tolerance). If one engages in it to a lesser degree, or stops altogether, then withdrawal kicks in. Feelings of depression, grief, emptiness - these can all be part of that.

All of these things are, I think, my way of saying: the sense of loss and mourning you feel isn't something unheard of. It's an experience shared by others, that many can relate to. You're not alone - it doesn't make the grief go away, but at least you know there are people who understand.

On a broader and more philosophical note...

I have described my feelings for Gale as love. I truly believe that. And one of my favourite sayings is that grief is the price of love. The deeper we love, the more we open ourselves up to the grief that comes as part of giving our hearts, when there is always the possibility of loss. For those of us who love Gale, the loss has already materialised, because we can never really have him. We pay the price of grief up front, as it were.

I hope this was helpful in some way. Thank you for reaching out 🫂💜🫶🏻 if anyone wants to share their thoughts, I would love to hear them.

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Gimme Gimme Gimme (God!Sukuna X Reader) Pt.8

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Makes me overjoyed that the taglist keeps growing, I love you all and appreciate the support! This chapter is one of my favorites so far. This is all from the POV of you in your past life, so this isn't in the present.

The air was thick with the oppressive hum of his power. Sukuna, in his true form, loomed above you, a towering god of destruction, his body a grotesque amalgamation of strength and fury. His four eyes glowed with an unsettling light, and his form radiated an aura that sent shivers down your spine. He should have been terrifying, and in many ways, he was. But in this moment, it felt as if something else was stirring beneath the surface—a hesitation, a vulnerability that you had never expected from a creature like him.

You found yourself frozen in place, your gaze tracing the sharp contours of his face, the flicker of humanity hidden behind those overwhelming eyes. Despite his power, despite the danger that clung to him like a second skin, there was something strangely intimate in the air. The world seemed to hush around you, as if it too was holding its breath.

Sukuna’s massive form shifted, his hands trembling slightly as if unsure of his own strength. He lowered his gaze, his lips curling into something close to a frown.

"Are you afraid of me?" His voice was deeper, more resonant in this form, but there was an undercurrent of something softer beneath it—something almost uncertain.

The question hung in the air, fragile like a thread waiting to snap. You felt the weight of it, the gravity of his being, but you could see it in the way his eyes lingered on you—he wasn’t just waiting for an answer, he was waiting for you to look at him as something other than the storm he had always been.

"No," you whispered, your voice barely a breath in the vastness of his presence. "I’m not afraid of you."

He seemed to hesitate at that, his colossal form shifting again, as though he had expected something different. The flames that danced along his body flickered erratically, and he let out a long, deep sigh that vibrated through the air like a wave crashing against the shore.

"You should be," he murmured, his voice barely audible now, a tinge of frustration mixing with something else—something you couldn’t quite place. His gaze softened, just for a moment, as if you were more than just a pawn in the game he was playing.

You took a cautious step toward him, your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what this moment meant, unsure of what to expect from him. He could obliterate you in a heartbeat if he wished. Yet, there was a strange tenderness in the way he watched you now. His massive frame bent slightly forward, as if trying to shrink himself down to your level, trying to find a way to connect beyond the ferocity that defined him.

A shaky laugh escaped you, catching Sukuna off guard. You took another step, your voice light but full of sincerity. “You know, you’re really trying, huh?”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable at first, but there was a flicker of something—surprise, maybe—before the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I am," he said, his voice laced with something almost sheepish, despite the godlike strength in his form. "But you make it difficult."

The statement was strange coming from him, and it caused your heart to beat faster. You could hardly reconcile the destructive force before you with this hesitant, almost bashful being. It was as though the chaos inside of him was being held back by some invisible force, some thread of connection that bound you both together. It made your chest ache in ways you couldn’t describe.

Sukuna took another step toward you, his gaze now softer, more intent. "You should go," he said, his voice low, "before I ruin everything."

But it didn’t sound like a threat. It sounded like a plea, a desire for you to escape the storm inside of him. And yet, you stood your ground.

"I’m not afraid," you repeated, your voice stronger now, full of something that you couldn’t quite name. "And I’m not going anywhere."

For a long moment, there was silence between you both, the weight of his presence pressing down on you. His towering figure loomed over you like an ominous storm cloud, but there was something undeniably tender in the way his eyes lingered on you. And when his hand reached down—massive, like a mountain range in its immensity—you didn’t flinch.

His fingers brushed your cheek softly, an act of gentleness that felt almost impossible for someone like him. His touch was like fire and ice combined, burning with power yet somehow cool against your skin, as though he was learning to be something else entirely.

"I don’t know how to do this," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know how to be this—how to be anything but the destruction in my bones."

You looked up at him, the fear, the tension of the moment slowly starting to ebb away, replaced by something more complicated. Something fragile.

"You don’t have to know," you said softly, stepping closer, your hand reaching out to touch the edge of his palm, your fingers trembling slightly. "You just have to try. And so do I."

Sukuna’s eyes softened, and for a fleeting moment, the intensity of his form—his monstrous, destructive power—seemed to waver, like a storm cloud dissipating in the face of sunlight. He stood still, as if waiting for something. As if waiting for you to change everything.

And in that moment, it almost felt like you could.

"You make it hard to be angry with you," he said, his tone still rough but no longer filled with the usual menace.

You smiled softly, your heart pounding in your chest as you finally stood beside him—not as the all-powerful god of destruction, but as a being, vulnerable and seeking something you couldn’t define.

"Then maybe that’s a good thing," you murmured.

For once, it felt like the storm inside him was quieting. And maybe, just maybe, you were both learning how to navigate the calm before the inevitable chaos. ~~~ The river’s gentle current hummed softly in the background, as if the world itself had quieted in anticipation. You were sitting on a large stone near the water's edge, the cool breeze brushing against your skin, your thoughts as restless as the water flowing past.

That’s when you saw him. Sukuna.

He wasn’t the towering god of destruction you were used to seeing—no, today he was something else entirely. His shoulders were slightly hunched, his usual posture of arrogance replaced with a hint of uncertainty. He walked slowly, almost hesitantly, as if he wasn’t sure of his place beside you.

In his hands, there was something small—delicate.

You raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and amusement tugging at your lips. “What is that?” you asked, leaning back against the stone.

Sukuna froze for a moment, his dark eyes flicking to yours. For once, he didn’t seem quite as confident, his gaze faltering for just an instant. He cleared his throat, and his fingers tightened around the bundle of pale pink flowers he had carefully gathered.

“They’re for you,” he said, his voice quieter than you expected, a small flush creeping up his neck. “I… thought you might like them.”

You blinked, trying to process what had just happened. The god of destruction—Sukuna—was standing before you, holding flowers like a bashful child offering a gift. The sheer absurdity of it almost made you laugh, but you quickly swallowed the impulse.

"Flowers?" you asked, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Did you pick them yourself?"

He didn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he glanced down at the flowers, his fingers subtly fidgeting with the petals. “It wasn’t easy. But I thought... they might make you smile.”

You couldn't help it. You let out a small, amused laugh. "You? Picking flowers? That’s a first."

Sukuna’s eyes flashed up to meet yours, a faint flicker of something like irritation in his gaze. But instead of the usual scorn, there was a touch of self-consciousness. “I can do things other than destroy,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “I don’t need to be reminded.”

You smiled at his defensiveness, feeling the tension between you loosen. It was so strange—this side of Sukuna, so unlike the god of destruction, so unlike the creature of chaos he was born to be. And yet, here he was, standing before you, a blush creeping onto his face as he offered you the delicate bouquet of pale pink flowers.

Taking the flowers gently from his hands, you leaned forward and inhaled their sweet fragrance. "Thank you," you said, your voice soft, genuine. "They’re beautiful."

Sukuna’s lips twitched, his usual impassive demeanor flickering just slightly, like a cloud passing over the sun. "I’m glad," he said, his tone still low but with an unspoken sincerity. "I wanted to do something... for you."

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling warmly at him, a softness creeping into your heart. Sukuna, the god of destruction, the being who had brought kingdoms to their knees, was standing before you, flustered, awkward, and yet… trying so hard to offer something precious.

“Maybe next time, you can bring me a bouquet of fire instead,” you teased gently, watching as his expression flickered between annoyance and uncertainty.

"You're impossible," he grumbled, but there was something in his voice that made it clear he didn’t mind. Not really.

And for the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel like the world was on the verge of crumbling. It felt like something entirely different—a quiet peace, an almost fragile moment in time that you wished you could hold onto forever. ~~~ The evening air was thick with the scent of earth and trees, the setting sun casting long shadows over the quiet clearing where you stood with Sukuna. The world around you felt distant, the sounds of the forest muffled by the sheer intensity of the moment. You didn’t speak—neither of you did, as if words might shatter the delicate peace that seemed to settle between you.

Your gaze flicked to him, to the imposing figure that was both familiar and distant. Sukuna stood a few steps away, his usual cold detachment softened by something unspoken. His intense gaze, usually filled with power and arrogance, was now shadowed with something else. Something quieter.

The breeze stirred your hair, and you caught the flicker of something soft in his expression as his eyes followed the movement. It was a fleeting moment, but you saw it—a crack in his stoic façade. For a brief second, he didn’t look like the god of destruction. He looked like a man, caught in a rare moment of vulnerability.

You shifted slightly, stepping closer to him without thinking, feeling the pull of something unspoken. It wasn’t something you had expected from him—this closeness, this quietness that felt almost intimate.

He noticed your movement, but instead of pulling away or retreating into his usual guard, Sukuna seemed to hesitate. His gaze flickered to your hand, and for a heartbeat, everything around you seemed to pause. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, like something was about to change.

And then, without a word, Sukuna took a slow step forward. His movements were deliberate, controlled, but there was an uncharacteristic hesitation in his actions. His hand, large and strong, hovered just beside yours—barely an inch of space between you—but it was enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You could feel his presence like a weight against your skin, the heat from his body so close it almost burned. His eyes locked with yours, a fierce intensity in them, yet there was something vulnerable hidden beneath the surface—a quiet longing.

You didn’t say anything. There was no need for words.

And then, his fingers, ever so gently, brushed against yours.

It wasn’t a grand, sweeping gesture. It wasn’t dramatic or intense. It was simple—delicate, even—and yet, it sent a shiver down your spine. His touch was hesitant, unsure, as if he feared you would pull away or reject him. But instead of moving back, he lingered, his thumb brushing the back of your hand in a soft, almost tentative gesture.

You didn’t pull away either. You didn’t need to. There was something in his touch—a quiet plea, a hope that had no words, but was felt in every brush of his skin against yours.

You held your breath, the silence thick between you, your pulse quickening with the sudden weight of the moment. For all his power, for all his history of destruction, Sukuna had never seemed more... human.

His voice broke the quiet, low and almost raw. "I thought... if I could, I would never let go."

It was a strange thing for him to say—vulnerable, uncharacteristic of the god who had destroyed so much in his time. Yet here he was, with his hand just barely touching yours, his words carrying the weight of something deeper.

You stared at his hand, then back into his eyes, and a smile tugged at the corner of your lips, the softness of the moment making your heart flutter. “You’re not really good at this, are you?” you teased, the words light, but the sincerity behind them evident.

Sukuna’s lips twitched, the faintest sign of a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I never had to be,” he said, his voice still rough but with a hint of something else—a tenderness that he didn’t know how to express.

You took a slow, deliberate breath, and with a quiet motion, you closed the distance between you. Your fingers curled gently around his, the warmth of his hand filling you with a sense of peace, even in the chaos of everything around you.

He stiffened at first, the unexpected move catching him off guard. But then, just as slowly, he relaxed. His grip tightened slightly, not possessive, but almost as if he was afraid this moment would slip away if he didn’t hold onto it.

You stayed there for a long while, neither of you saying anything more, but the silence between you was no longer awkward. It was comforting, like a secret the world couldn’t touch. The weight of everything—the destruction, the fear, the uncertainty of the future—seemed to disappear, if only for a fleeting moment.

And in that moment, Sukuna didn’t seem like a god of destruction. He seemed like something else entirely—a man who, for just an instant, allowed himself to feel something he hadn’t in centuries. ~~~ After the silence that stretched for what felt like a lifetime, the tension between you and Sukuna finally cracked, like the faintest of glass shattering.

He shifted slightly, his hand still resting gently in yours, but now there was a strange lightness in the air—a moment of reprieve from the intensity. You could feel the weight of his usual dominance returning, but it was... softer now. Almost like he was trying to work out what to do next, and failing, just like you were.

For some reason, his uncertainty made you smile. You couldn’t help it. You hadn’t seen him like this—not this... awkward. And it was too much to resist.

A quiet chuckle escaped you, and Sukuna immediately stiffened, eyes narrowing at you. “What’s so funny?” His voice was laced with an almost comical mix of defensiveness and curiosity, as though he couldn’t fathom why you’d suddenly laugh.

“You,” you said simply, the giggles bubbling out despite your attempts to keep them in check. “You look like you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

His brows furrowed deeper, his lips pressing into a tight line as if to fight back his own irritation. But then, just when you thought he might snap, you saw it—the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth, the smallest hint of a smile trying to break free.

“I do know what to do with myself,” he muttered, though there was a crack in his usual cold confidence. “I just don’t know what you want.”

You grinned, poking at his pride with a teasing edge. “I don’t know what you want either, but you’re definitely not as smooth as you think.”

His eyes flashed with that familiar sharpness, but before he could retort, you pulled on his hand gently, dragging him toward a nearby tree where you leaned against it. Your laughter had become more genuine now, bubbling up freely as you watched him stumble slightly, trying to maintain his regal posture while simultaneously adjusting to the fact that you had shifted the power dynamic, even just for a second.

You were still laughing when you caught a glimpse of his expression—his eyes softer now, and for the first time, he looked a little... self-conscious. It was an absurdly endearing sight, and before you even realized it, you found yourself laughing even harder.

Sukuna sighed heavily, throwing his head back in mock exasperation. "You're impossible."

“I know,” you teased, wiping a tear from your eye. "But you're a little fun to tease. You should smile more, you know."

He scowled, but there was no real heat behind it. "I don’t smile."

“Clearly,” you shot back with a smirk, still a little breathless from laughing.

And then, as if to prove a point, you exaggeratedly made a silly face, pulling your cheeks in and puffing your lips out in a ridiculous manner. Sukuna blinked at you, clearly taken aback by your goofy expression, and for a second, you wondered if he would break.

It was just a quick glance—a fleeting moment—but you caught it: the smallest, barely noticeable upturn of his lips, as if he couldn’t help but appreciate your silliness.

You widened your eyes playfully and stuck out your tongue. “Not impressed?”

He stared at you for a heartbeat, and then, without warning, he leaned in. His fingers curled gently around the back of your neck, pulling you close enough that your breaths mingled, the teasing smile still on his face.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered again, but this time, there was something more in his voice. Something that made your heart race in your chest.

“Impossible is fun,” you whispered back, your lips brushing his lightly as you tilted your head.

Sukuna paused for a split second, as though considering something, before his eyes darkened in a way that made you feel like the air between you had just shifted. And then, with a single, smooth motion, he closed the gap between you.

His lips met yours—firm and unhurried, as if he was testing the waters. It wasn’t like the fiery, desperate kisses of some of the stories you’d heard—it was more like the soft release of something that had been building between you two for far longer than either of you had acknowledged.

You froze for a moment, heart pounding in your chest, but then, just as quickly, you leaned into him, your fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. The moment felt both slow and fast, a rush of adrenaline mixed with a sense of grounding, of connection that neither of you had expected.

And when the kiss broke, it was soft, lingering, leaving your mind spinning and your pulse still racing.

Sukuna didn’t pull away immediately. He hovered just an inch from you, his breath warm against your skin, as though he were waiting for your reaction.

You blinked up at him, dazed and a little surprised at how natural it felt, how soft his touch was despite everything. The space between you seemed suddenly more charged with an unspoken understanding, a new layer to what you shared.

"Well," you said, your voice a little breathless, "guess you're not completely hopeless after all."

Sukuna’s eyes flashed with amusement, the smirk that had once been all arrogant confidence now more playful. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” he muttered, but there was no bite in his words.

You laughed softly, your heart still pounding, but this time it was different—lighter, as if the weight of all the chaos and destruction could be put aside for a moment. You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, you had this—this silly, unexpected moment, and maybe that was all you needed.

And as the night deepened around you, you stayed close, your fingers still entwined, the echoes of your laughter dancing in the air between you.

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[vinestaffery]

Hello!!!! Since I'm pretty sure Requests are open at the time I'm writing this, Could I request Subspace with An Idol Reader??

subspace x idol! reader

content: slight stalking themes; obsessiveness; general fluff?; confessions; a bit wattpad-like y/n; y/n is song-inspired; dont know what else to really say, it's subspace!!!

authors note: subspace i love you uuhmmm who said thatttt???? uuummmmmmmmmmm

[Y/N] sat in the cozy corner of the studio, tuning their hair and their outfit for the stage, humming a new melody they had been working on. They were going to be playing with Boombox, a well-known individual within Playground. [Y/N] smiled, staring at themselves in the reflection, as their guitarist tuned their guitar. They strummed absentmindedly on their instrument, looking up to [Y/N].

“Hey [Y/N], did you hear about that weird guy who’s been hanging around the playground lately? Stated that they were going insane, they nearly stole some random guy's ticket to this concert,” they spoke in a shattered voice, as if they were afraid of the person. [Y/N] glanced up, intrigued. 

“Weird guy? You’ll have to be more specific. This place attracts all sorts of interesting characters, whether you like it or not,” they replied. [Y/N]’s friend shook their heads, a serious expression on their face. “No, I mean really weird. He’s been making quite a scene. Loud, obnoxious, strange type of person gave me the creeps just hearin’ ‘bout it.”

[Y/N] chuckled, brushing off the concern their friend had expressed. They turned, hands on their hips, comically. “You know, being in a band brings out the strangest of people. It’s all part of the experience, right?” Their friend looked at them with a slight discomfort. They sighed.

“Maybe, but this guy is different. There was something off about him. Like, he was looking for something or someone, and he’s got this intense energy,” they continued. [Y/N] turned around and focused back on their small accessories and additions to their outfit.

“I felt like he was only thriving off of chaos and pure... something.” [Y/N] zipped their jacket up, letting the sound resonate for a moment. “That sounds like half of the fans we meet. People are drawn to the music for different reasons," [Y/N] turned, “and sometimes those reasons are a little unconventional, but it’s what makes this experience so interesting!”

[Y/N]’s friend placed their guitar on their lap. They shook their heads, not fully assured. “I get that... But what if this guy is even worse than usual? I don’t know; I just... am scared; I have a bad feeling about him.”

[Y/N] smiled warmly, appreciating the concern but not feeling particularly worried. “Thanks for looking out for me, but I can assure you, I’ll be okay! Sometimes the most intense fans are the ones who connect with the music on a deeper level,” [Y/N] walked over, placing a hand on their friend's shoulder, “and it’s kind of flattering in a way.”

They gave a reluctant nod, still uneasy. “Yeah, maybe you’re right; just promise me you’ll be careful, okay?” 

“Promise,” [Y/N] said with a reassuring smile. “Now, let’s get back to checking off the list; we’ve got to go up soon.”

[Y/N] raised their microphone in the air, the sound of the crowd going insane as the song entered the final strum of the guitar. Panting, their chests rising as they smiled, only to soon skip off the stage and grab a quick drink. Rushing away, [Y/N] took a cup and poured themselves a drink. 

[Y/N] took a deep breath, feeling the familiar thrum of excitement as they prepared to meet one of their biggest fans. They had heard rumors about strangers' fascination with their music, and it was surreal to think that someone they admired was also a fan.

The back of the stage was a small area. It was a space where musicians and others could speak freely, away from prying eyes and ears. But it seemed somebody was already there, pacing back and forth with a restless energy that seemed to crackle in the air around him. His usual maniacal grin was firmly in place, and his eyes lit up as soon as he spotted [Y/N].

“Ah, there you are!!” Subspace exclaimed, his voice dripping with excitement. “The idols of the playground themselves, gracing me with their presence??”

[Y/N] nearly spat out their drink, soon panicking as they dropped their cup and hid it with their foot. It was subspace! The Subspace! [Y/N] had been a long-lived fan of his works, especially the release of Biografts. [Y/N] felt sweat pour down their forehead. “Oh! Hello! I’ve been such a big fan of your work!”

Subspace’s eyes widened slightly, a look of genuine surprise crossing his face before he quickly masked it with his usual bravado. “You? A fan of mine?? Well, that’s a twist I didn’t see coming!!” He let out a loud, almost manic laugh, the sound echoing around them.

[Y/N] nodded, their hearts pounding. “Yes, I love the intensity and raw emotion in your performances. They’re...inspirational.” Subspace’s grin widened, and he stepped closer, his gaze intense. “Inspirational, huh?? Funny, I was going to say the same about you. Your music... it’s like nothing I’ve ever heard before. It’s... intoxicating.” 

You could feel yourself falling for this man faster than ever.

[Y/N] felt their cheeks heat up, their heads spinning with the unexpected praise. “I don’t know what to say. Hearing that from you means a lot.”

Subspace’s expression softened for a brief moment, a flicker of something almost genuine crossing his face. “I guess we both have our obsessions then. But tell me, What is it about my work that you admire so much??”

[Y/N] took a deep breath, trying to gather their thoughts. “It’s the way you throw yourself into your performances—the sheer passion and intensity. It’s like you’re not afraid to be completely yourself, no matter what anyone thinks. That’s something I really admire.”

Subspace’s grin returned, but there was a hint of something more behind it now. “Well, well, it seems we have more in common than I thought. You’re not so bad yourself, you know??”

Before [Y/N] could respond, Subspace took another step closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “You know, I’ve always wanted to meet you, to see if you were as captivating in person as you are on stage. And I have to say, you haven’t disappointed.”

[Y/N] felt their knees go weak, the overwhelming mix of excitement and nerves threatening to overtake them. “I’ve always wanted to meet you too, Subspace. Your work has been such a huge inspiration for me.”

As they stood there, face to face with their idol, [Y/N] could only nod, their hearts racing and their minds a whirlwind of emotions. Meeting Subspace had been everything they had hoped for and more. The reality of the moment was sinking in, and they felt a rush of pure exhilaration.

Subspace's grin widened as he watched [Y/N] struggle to contain their excitement. “You know, you’re even more charming in person than I imagined. It’s no wonder you have such a following.”

[Y/N] laughed nervously, feeling a warmth spread through them at his words. “Thank you, Subspace. That means a lot coming from you. I’ve always admired your fearlessness and the way you put everything into your work without holding back. It’s something I aspire to do.”

Subspace’s gaze softened slightly, a rare moment of sincerity breaking through his usual manic demeanor. “It’s not always easy, but I find that the only way to truly live is to embrace every moment, no matter how chaotic. And you, [Y/N], you have that spark. That same fire.”

[Y/N] felt a surge of pride and joy at his words. “That’s one of the things I love about your work. It’s raw and unfiltered. It’s...real.” Subspace’s grin returned, wider and more genuine than before. “I knew there was a reason I felt drawn to your music. We’re kindred spirits, you and I. Both are chasing that same high, that same passion.”

[Y/N] could feel their hearts beating faster, their excitement growing with every word. “I never thought I’d meet someone who understands that so well. It’s...it’s incredible.”

Subspace took a step closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Tell me, [Y/N], what drives you? What keeps that fire burning inside you?”

[Y/N] took a moment to think, their minds racing. “It’s the connection with my fans, the feeling of creating something that resonates with others. And the thrill of pushing boundaries and exploring new territories. It’s addictive.”

Subspace nodded, his eyes gleaming with understanding. “I get that. It’s the same for me. The rush of a performance, the thrill of the unknown. It’s what keeps me going.”

They stood there, sharing a moment of silent understanding, a bond forming between them. [Y/N] felt a sense of exhilaration, knowing that they had found someone who truly understood their passion.

Subspace broke the silence, and his voice filled with excitement. “You know, we should collaborate sometime. Imagine what we could create together. The world wouldn’t know what hit them!!”

[Y/N] felt a thrill of excitement at the idea. “I’d love that. I think we could create something truly amazing.”

Subspace’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Then it’s a plan. We’ll make something that will blow everyone away. Just wait.”

[Y/N] felt a surge of joy, their hearts soaring with the possibilities. Meeting Subspace had been everything they had hoped for and more. As they stood there, face to face with their idol, they knew that this was the beginning of something incredible.

Subspace’s gaze softened once more, a rare moment of vulnerability breaking through his usual bravado. “You know, I never expected to find someone who understands me like you do. It’s...refreshing.”

[Y/N] smiled, feeling a warmth spread through them. “I feel the same way. It’s amazing to meet someone who shares the same passion and drive.”

Subspace nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and gratitude. “Here’s to new beginnings, then. And to create something that will leave a mark on the world.”

[Y/N] raised an imaginary glass, their hearts swelling with joy. “To new beginnings.”

As Subspace walked away from the meeting spot, [Y/N] felt a sense of exhilaration and excitement. They had met their idol, someone who understood their passion and drive, and they knew that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Well, consider me a vampire that was invited into the house, I guess.

Hope you are alright with me bringing a small token of appreciation first - small drabble to read!

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- Everybody, hold on. - Wise's even voice cut through the chatter of Cunning Hares and Belle. - I have...weird reading.

The group stopped, while Belle instantly asked her brother for specifics. She didn't really like the confusion in her brother's gone when he answered.

-The Ether levels. They behave strangely. First they skyrocket, then instantly drop to near nonexistent levels. And it happens with odd..rhythm. And trajectory. Almost as if-

-Everybody, hide! - Belle commanded, even before Wise finished his speech. Her bangboo rushed to cover first, with Cunning Hares following their proxy's footsteps.

Not a second later than the group hid behind some rubble, the farthest wall exploded and a large Ethereal sailed through it, colliding with the wall near them. It started to fall apart almost instantly. The cold, metallic voice resonated through the area.

- [Not this one either then. Dullahan is still roaming free.] - The figure rushed through the opening in the wall, stopping near the Ethereal and grasping it with their hand. - [Your existence shall serve me some more, husk.]

Belle had to bite down her gasp when she saw the Ethereal slowly being absorbed into the person(?) hand. Billy did gasp though, nearly giving away their hiding place. The odd figure instantly turned towards the sound, giving Belle a chance to see a blank metal mask on their face.

Suddenly, the figure blurred in her vision - rushing away at inhuman speed.

-They are headed towards the next high Ether level zone. - Wise supplied quickly. - Just where we were headed before now.

Belle sighed. Could this contract be normal at least once? First their account was nuked, then they willingly decided to confront high level Ethereal - and now THIS.

She really wanted to sleep.

First of all Anxious, you should really try your hand at writing.

Second of all, I am a big fan of this so I hope you don’t mind that I made my own little addition to it.

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Wise drummed his fingers against the table as he scoured the Inter-Knot with Fairy.

The target of their search?

That Hollow Raider Belle and the others ran into.

The only thing they were able to turn up?

A single word.

“Kresnik”

A myth in the deep darkness of the Inter Knot.

A bedtime story used to scare young blood.

A creature in a metal mask that ate ethereals.

It’s said that it could rip any Ethereal apart with its bare hands.

It’s said that it could lift an entire train car and throw it with one hand.

It’s said that it could punch straight through a Gear Gate and rip it off its hinges.

And… it's said it didn’t care who or what was in its way, only that if it is it won’t be for long.

Or that’s what the stories said.

Wise didn’t know if he should believe them or not.

If he didn’t, that meant there was a strange being that could devour Ethereals.

If he did, that meant there was a strange creature that could devour Ethereals and tear through anything like it was paper.

Neither options were ones he liked.

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Context: Kresnik's or Krsnik's are a form of Vampire Hunting Shaman's with some vampiric powers of their own from Slavic Cultures. Its name roughly translates to "Resurrector".