#i always forget I have a sibling as a mutual here so

[saturday-eve]

I wish it was easier to switch to my alt blog ugh.

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Synastry observations/thoughts ll┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

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ღ Venus/Moon overlaying 4H

The familiar placement.

When ones Venus/Moon overlays your 4H there is a mutual level of comfortability between the two. Either partner in the relationship (or both) felt a strong almost familial connection to the other. This doesn’t mean you necessarily see each other as family but rather you both enjoy the others presence due to the fact there’s no need to hide your true selves, knowing you won’t be judged.

When I see this overlay between two people, I just know that there is an unbreakable bond, one that no one else can necessarily understand unless they were you. Whether the relationship between the person you share this overlay with is a positive one or not, this placement definitely can tell me that it’s hard to not see this person in your life, it’s hard to imagine a life without them, or that it’s hard to forget them after everything. The bond two individuals with this overlay have is remarkable. Both in good and bad, there is always a need to just have them there in your life. They’re the person that you can come back home to, the person you can call after several weeks of not being in contact, and nothing changes. No matter how far away these individuals may be from each other, or how many years it’s been, there is always some tie held between them, and when they reunite it feels as though everything has fallen back into place.

This connection can be traumatic for some, and even in those cases, you will always find yourself looking back to the moments you shared with them simply because of how much of an impact they had on you as an individual. You cant imagine how life would be without them storming into your life, because that reality doesn’t exist. They’re presence is familiar to you, you don’t have to act or be someone else, you can be your authentic self without question, and because of that comfortability, you will always find yourself being drawn back.

ღMars/Jupiter overlaying 3H/9H

Dual pursuit for academic/spiritual enlightenment

Mars overlaying the 3H can go 1 of two ways. The mars person may be attracted to the 3H person due to the 3H person's intellect, the way they communicate, their opinions and ideas etc. The Mars person may even feel energised by the way the 3H person expressed their thoughts and beliefs. Mars could believe they are extremely articulate and eloquent in the way they speak and or write but in such a way that is passionate and adrenaline-inducing for them. The 3H person here could find inspiration through the Mars person, especially if it comes to creative works (writing, art, poems, music singing etc), if not creatively then the Mars person could make the 3H individual feel more energised to get work done and to be as driven towards their goals as the ambitious mars individual. The second way this could go could actually be more of a competitive dynamic. I’ve noticed a lot of siblings have this overlay, as well as those who academically compete with their friend. This overlay definitely brings the raw competitive nature of our psyche out, and so these two individuals could get involved in heated arguments, debates often times their differing opinions and personal stances being the root and cause. The Mars person here could instead of inspiring, incite negative feelings from the 3H individual, as the 3rd houser could feel attacked by the Martian. Even if it’s not the Mars persons intention they may come off a bit too passionate for the 3rd house. The Martian could think that the 3rd houser is too all over the place and possibly too open-minded. The Mars person could view the 3rd house individual as a person with no backbone, no solidified opinions or stances (this could be especially true if it’s regarding religion of politics). This obviously could create tension in the relationship as the fierce Mars is loyal and knows where they stand in their opinions and beliefs whilst the 3H likes to wait for more lingering information to come to light.

Jupiter overlaying an individuals 9H illustrates a relationship focused on mutual growth, shared experience and understanding. Jupiter is at home in the 9th house as it’s co ruled by Sagittarius and Pisces, this allows for individuals to have a more easier connection when it comes to understanding deeper topics such as spirituality, philosophy, religion. This overlay allows for two individuals to explore and understand more difficult topics together. Most importantly it’s a placement that shows mutual learning and pursuit for experience therefore asking questions is met with acceptance regardless if the topic or question is absurd. The 9th house individual could be attracted to the optimism and faith held so strongly by the Jupiter person. This optimism is very much welcomed by the 9th house individual and can even help them when in times of doubt for pursuing something that may seem grandiose. Jupiter IS grandiose and they admire the vision or works of the 9th house individual and want to be apart of it. This pairing has the potential to work very well together in academic settings, religious or political settings. This is due to the patience and acceptance held by both parties as well as the insatiable hunger for wisdom in pursuit of truth.

��North Node overlaying 12th house/8th house/4th house (water houses)

North Node overlaying any one of the water houses holds a deep profound sense of emotional connection and possible past karmic ties.

North node overlaying the 12th house indicates a mutual belief that both people feel spiritually connected to the other. This is something I've noticed in synastry and composite charts amongst best friends and lovers alike. Even if separated and no longer together, both individuals may still yearn for the same connection that somewhat felt fated, beyond our world's understanding. This connection definitely is giving platonic/romantic soulmates. On the downside, both individuals could be keeping secrets from the other, particularly the 12th house person and this can lead to a lot of miscommunication and lies. Even if the 12th house person doesn't mean it there could be this mutual understanding that the other just knows what they're feeling, however of course this doesn't play out that way all the time and can lead to strong pent-up feelings (most of the time negative) if not communicated healthily. This pair can often dream about the other and even connect in the dream realm, further pushing the belief that their connection is out of this world. I've also noticed at the beginning of the connection of this pair that there is somewhat of an addictive pull or obsessive tendency to hang out together all the time, but once this honeymoon phase ends it settles into something comfortable where now you don't have to be together all the time. There is a magnet pull here and even if you don't come into contact again (likely you both do) there is this sense of yearning for the other, even if the connection is unstable or toxic. With South Node overlaying the 6th house in a past connection/past life connection, both could have definitely been coworkers, or even a duo working hard to give their services for the benefit of others. The 6H-NN synastry shows mutual hardship and understanding for operating in a similar line of work. Both may have had to give themselves up for a greater cause and not focus much on their connection. Of course, they are bonded by mutual respect and compassion for what both work for/deal with. However, they are pushed now/this current life to focus more on themselves and their connection. As in the past/previous life,e much of their time was spent giving to others, now however they are able to learn to give back to themselves. This moves away from the service-oriented 6H to the isolated 12H. Both past and current have themes surrounding healing, just in different ways.

North Node overlaying the 8th house is still just as deep as the other houses but with less focus on the spiritual otherworldly connection. This is a synastry involving possible codependence and ties to finances depending on the other. In some cases, I've noticed one individual in this pair tends to lend their material items (whether it be money, clothes, food etc) to the other, and negative is not reciprocated. However, I've also seen where shared resources are reciprocated but I've seen this in healthier dynamics. In this connection the 8th house person may also confide a lot in the North Node individual, the NN being somewhat of a therapist lol. However, I've noticed the NN individual does not mind being vented to or helping the 8H person with their troubles and or trauma as it allows them to better understand the 8H individual and deepen the connection. NN individuals may want to learn everything they can about the 8H person. Both individuals may feel they just understand each other and don't feel the need to justify their actions. The 8H individual may have troubles with intimacy physically and or emotionally. They might struggle with opening up to others and letting their guard down. The NN individual may be one of the first to break down these barriers or allow the 8H person to heal through them. The North Node person however may be inclined to some kind of awakening (spiritual, psychological, physical etc), they are likely to be inspired by the 8H person's depth and life experience that they themselves transform and shift. With South Node in the 2nd house, much more of the financial dependence comes into play in the past/past life, themes surrounding taking the other's resources and depending on the other heavily show up. In a past connection, the 2nd house individual felt their confidence is somewhat dependent on the SN individual opinions/ideas, their self-esteem may have needed to be validated by the SN individual and this could have pressured the SN person to feel as though they're responsible for 2H individual's confidence. Both may have been deeply connected through shared values and morals, this factor being integral to their connection. With this in mind (SN-Past), they are now ready to move on and explore the depths of connection (8H) and away from the already established morals and material pursuit (2H).

North Node overlaying the 4H is somewhat similar to the Venus/moon overlaying the 4H in my opinion. This connection doesn't necessarily have to be a familial connection however that trust and bond that occurs with those you have familial connections to comes naturally with these two individuals. This is an overlay where both individuals feel very safe, especially the 4th house individual. They may feel unjudged, cared for, and nurtured by the NN individual. The house person could feel they have found a home with the other individual, however, this sentiment can go both ways. NN could remind the 4H individual of their own mother, or the mother they would've wanted. Even if it's not reminiscent of motherly love there is nurturing energy the NN exudes that allows for the 4H person to rest and feel at ease. With the South node in the 10th house, in childhood/past life, the 10H person could've been a mentor, a parent, or even a close colleague who gained a lot of respect and admiration from the SN individual. Upon first meeting, both individuals could view each other naturally on an equal level playing field, based on respect for the other.

ღAll my notes are personal observations and thoughts. I am not a professional astrologer and like to have a sense of whimsy in my life by looking at peoples charts, thankyou.

Went on a tangent during the NN/SN dynamics myb yall forgive me 🙏. Finally freed of the shackles high school had held me in. Free to do wtv now I'm back (still will post irregularly lol)

[galadrieljones]

i actually wonder why you ship daryl and beth? i see them as friends and yeah i watched their scenes over and over and i didn’t see any love between them. And i see beth younger than him and i see daryl see her as a friend and sister So what is your reasons to ship them anyway!?

I'm going to assume this question is in good faith and that you are genuinely interested in why I (and many others) ship bethyl, so I'll answer in good (albeit cautious) faith. I'm also going to tag some of my friends and mutuals at the end who I would like to encourage to share why they, personally, ship bethyl.

First, know that I don't care if people don't ship bethyl. I also am not beholden to shipping "canon" ships. I don't care about any of that, and I think it's boring to restrict one's interest in shipping to what is canon or what the fandom accepts. You're free not to ship bethyl, and I won't be mad. That's your choice!!

BUT, since you're here of your own volition, realize that I personally don't buy the bethyl bond as "sibling-coded" argument at all lol. I can understand if someone just doesn't want them to be together, because they want Daryl to be with another character or something. That's fine and perfectly rational. I can also understand if someone does not like age difference ships, and they reject it on those grounds alone. Okay! That's your preference. BUT, Beth was 18 by the events of "Still." And the argument that they share a "sibling-coded" bond has never held water for me. Believe me when I say that I can see the argument for C*ryl before I can see the argument for Daryl and Beth being "sibling-coded," and that's saying a LOT. I've literally never had anyone successfully explain this perception to me using actual evidence from the show or from the actors/showrunners outside the show. It is ALWAYS subjective. And when confronted with evidence of a bethyl romance, these same people tend to just invoke their *age difference* as if that, in and of itself, is a dealbreaker.

IMPORTANT: It's NOT a dealbreaker, but some people in fandom these days mistake personal preference for moral paradigm, and these people tend to be very judgmental and to screech a lot and to spread rumors and to bully others. The same exact thing is happening to Neggie. But I'm not going to get into that right now.

Now, you say you don't see how they could possibly be "romantic." Of course, that's totally fine, but you will need to try and explain this to thousands of people lol. I am actually not super interested in going through, in detail, why I ship bethyl from a defensive position. I'm very sick of defending something that is, frankly, entirely unproblematic and also...popular! Other than Rickyl (which is a non-canon slash ship), Bethyl, even ten years after her exit from the flagship, is still the most popular TWD ship on AO3. It was popular at the time that the show aired. Jeffrey Dean Morgan's wife ships bethyl lol. Bethyl is not "weird." It's not even a rare pair!

AND YET, to put so briefly, if you *actually* care: I PERSONALLY love bethyl because I believe their characters exist in beautiful harmony. Beth is an artist. Her priority is beauty and continuously discovering what it means to live. She believes in the goodness of people. She is a religious character who has faith in God's love. She is, as Norman put it a long time ago, like a little light at the end of the tunnel for Daryl. She reminds Daryl of what it means to live, what it means to trust people and to have faith. She protects him from his own demons and reconnects him to the beauty that remains in a dying, horrific world. Daryl tends to forget about his own well-being and his own happiness. He prioritizes brute survival, because he was taught to do this over many years of emotional and physical abuse as a child. He is "used to things being ugly" and he frequently blames himself for things that go wrong. He closes himself off to others because he has a difficult time trusting that they won't abandon him or die. At the moonshine shack, Beth confronts him on this, and he confronts her right back. Beth isn't used to being challenged by men. But he challenges her to be better and to face her own insecurities as well. He makes her stronger. She pries open his heart. At the moonshine shack, she physically grabs him to remind him that he is still alive, and that everyone they've lost was once alive, too, and that just because they might be dead now, that's not his fault. The two of them still alive, while others are dead, that's not his fault, and there is still goodness in the world and things worth living for.

Speaking of physical touch, you really should rewatch "Alone" if you want to understand the physical and romantic chemistry between Beth and Daryl. There is literally so much that I could go through, but I don't have time lol.

The moment I fell in love with bethyl was actually in "30 Days Without an Accident," when Beth embraces Daryl in such a way that reassures him that he is not alone in a desperately lonely situation. Both characters are battling demons in this scene. But it's somewhat subtextual. If you don't watch closely, you may miss it.

That said, as has been established, a LOT of people did NOT miss it lol. It's just that a lot of people also want Daryl to be with someone else, or they feel the need to moralize on the internet. Neither one of those things is relevant to me, though I accept them as realities.

Anyway, I hope this helps! ->

@sasusc @frangipanilove @twdmusicboxmystery @pipergirl17 @sweetz1919

@emsee22 @drewmoll03 @bookqueenrules @bethiscomingsoon

@angelthefirst1 @bethgreeneprevails @im-immortal @rose-andthe-thorn @wdway @boltthrutheheart

and anyone else, I know I've forgotten some people 😩. I just went off the top of my head, so please chime in on why you love bethyl, or feel free to completely ignore this ❤️

[dollfaceksj]

CAL part 2 when???

here u go bby…

remember: CAL will get updates every friday, saturday and sunday. might not always be that consistent but ill try my best!

can’t afford love | myg (m) #2

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“would you be willing to give him a sibling?”

yoongi nearly chokes on his own saliva

he wipes his mouth with the used napkin before looking back at you. “what?”

you lean back in your chair and throw your leg over the other, crossing your arms over your chest

“i’m asking if you’d be willing t–”

“i heard you.”

you tilt your head to the side, watching as he continues to stare at you

trying to make sure whether you’re joking or not

“let me get this straight right now,” he says as he leans forwards. “are you actually asking me to knock you up?”

well… if he says it like that you might forget abt the baby and just want him up in ur guts

WHAT ARE U SAYING?

be serious.

“well, you said whatever jun wants, jun gets.” you glance at jun. “and he wants someone that he can play with that’ll love him unconditionally and that he can love unconditionally.”

yoongi’s brows knit together, eyes studying you closely whilst you stare at jun. you continue, “he tries his best to fit in so he’s really attached to his friends at daycare. you know what happened during his birth.”

at this, yoongi winces. he remembers the complications of your pregnancy with jun very clearly.

“and you know it was originally our plan to have two kids. we were always of the opinion that we wanted 2 kids that could have each other and be there for each other.” you let out a breath cause it just seemed like you were holding it the entire time (you were). “and it’d just be easier to have kids by the same man, married or not.”

you finally make eye contact with him

and he’s still staring

straight at you

like you’re crazy.

“you realize what you’re asking of me, right?”

you roll your eyes. “obviously i know what i’m asking. you can be as involved as you want, i’m doing this for jun.”

“don’t say it like that,” he snaps. “saying you’re doing this for jun as if i wouldn’t run around the perimeter of the earth until the skin on my feet fell off for him.”

you squint your eyes at him and just as you’re about to respond, he continues;

“and i can’t just be super involved with jun and not with the new baby. that’s fucked up,” he says as he shakes his head

he’s right, you suppose

he’s very right

“let me–” he sighs as he rubs his face. “let me just think about it.”

you nod your head slowly. “of course,” you say. “just let me know beforehand. if you agree, great. if not, i can ask someone else.” you rise to your feet and start gathering the dirty dishes

“what?” he asks, a twitch in his brows

you glance up at him as you stand up. “what?”

he frowns. “who are you going to ask?”

you shrug your shoulders. “jimin or seokjin or something.” you start heading into the kitchen. “or maybe find someone on reddit or whatever.”

both jimin and seokjin are your college friends, mutual friends of you and yoongi

he quickly gets up and follows you, taking the dirty plates out of your hands. “you’re not going to ask them.” he puts the plates in the sinks and turns to you. “they wouldn’t do that, they’re not… father material.”

ugh. look at him trying to find a reason to voice why he doesn’t think you asking your friends is a good idea without just being honest about why he wouldn’t like it

you tilt your head to the side. “why not? i’ve asked them before in a hypothetical sense and they weren’t opposed to it.”

at this, his frown deepens

he closes the distance between you two almost instantly. he says, “i’ll do it, there’s no need to ask anyone else.”

ugh

you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes

what the hell is his deal?

right girl… pretend like you’re not enjoying this

you shake your head and cross your arms over your chest. “i don’t need you to do it just to spite me, yoongi. fucking grow up,” you mumble as you turn to walk back to the table

but he stops you in your tracks by grabbing you by the bicep

“it’s not to spite you, it’s for jun and the new baby. you’re right, we agreed on 2 kids and it’s best for them to share both parents. i’ll do it.” he lets go of your bicep after he’s seemingly convinced you to stay where you are

ohhh

now he wants to come around

you idly blink at him for a few moments. “i want you to do it because you want to do it, not because–”

“i want to.” he takes a slep closer, now menacingly looming over you. “i want to do whatever it takes.”

when you think he’s convincing enough, he adds, “you want me to put a baby in you? i’ll put a fucking baby in you.”

oh

right. 😂😂😂

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 okay….

your throat is tightening and your chest stutters with the way your heart feels like it’ll jump out of your body.

he’s staring down at you with such venom in his eyes that it almost stings you

“i’ll give you a whole goddamn soccer team if you need me to.” his eyes continue to stare you down. “if that’s what i need to do to make jun happy, i’ll do it.”

you blink at him, his warm breath fanning over your face. “okay,” you try to say confidently but it comes out a whisper

“how are we gonna go about it?” he quietly asks as he takes a small step back to end the proximity between you two

UGHHHH

here comes the part that you dread the most

you blink at him and your cheeks heat up. “i don’t expect you to go jack off in some random clinic, yoongi. just… in the traditional way.”

“that’s not what i meant,” he mumbles as he crosses his arms over his chest, ears a soft shade of red. “i meant when. where?”

“here. i’m ovulating this weekend.”

he coughs at the new information. damn. he’s supposed to fuck you this weekend already?

he starts nodding his head. “what about jun?”

“i’ll drop him off at my mom’s.”

he stares at you for a moment longer. “you’ve planned this out.”

“clearly.” you brush past him and gather more of the dirty dishes

he silently watches you, clearly still thinking about the crazy thing he just agreed to

you abruptly turn to him. “and listen here,” you say as you walk up to him, closing the distance and pressing an accusatory finger into his chest until he winces

“no foreplay. no kissing. no sweet talking. no aftercare.”

this might hurt him more than the finger pressing into him

because yoongi loves all of those things

yoongi loves foreplay. loves kissing. loves praising. loves to take care after

he frowns at you for a few moments. “no foreplay? how do you expect to ha–”

“i’ll make sure to be prepared by the time you arrive. don’t you worry about that.” you turn on your heels and gather the remaining dirty plates and utensils before putting them in the sink and drowning them in water

he quietly sighs. “so, that’s it? i come by every few weeks to fuck you and we don’t even communicate?”

ohhhh

NOW he wants to care about that?

you bitterly laugh. “oh, you mean like our shitty marriage the last 6 months leading up to our divorce?”

you can tell he didn’t like that by the way his nostrils flare and a muscle in his jaw tenses

this one stings

his face turns into a scowl. “don’t put everything on me. that’s not fair.”

you shrug your shoulders. “just tellin’ it how it is.” you brush past him to head into the living room, seeing jun still playing with his new toy

yoongi follows you out, shoving his hands in his pockets. “you know you’re being unfair. it’s why you’re walking away from me.”

“honestly, yoongi,” you say as you turn to him. “kiss my ass.”

you then turn to pick jun up off the floor. “you need to go to sleep, baby, it’s getting late.”

you hold jun in your arms and surprisingly he’s not protesting

he holds out his grabby hands at his father and yoongi takes him right away

he says bye to him, cuddling and poking jun until he’s shaking from laughter

you take him back and head into jun’s room, changing his clothes and tucking him into bed

you kiss his small forehead and turn the lights off, leaving his nightlamp on before heading into your own room

you strip, reaching for the bathrobe

“is that why you wore my favorite dress?”

you squeal at the sudden voice coming from the entrance of your room as you turn around, hugging the bathrobe to hide your exposed body

your eyes meet yoongi’s, who is leaning against the doorframe with his hands buried in his pockets

“what the fuck are you doing here? i thought you’d already left,” you mumble as you quickly scramble to put the bathrobe on and tie the rope around your waist

“relax. nothing i haven’t seen before.” he starts walking further into your room, closing the distance between you two

and each step he takes makes your heart beat of your damn chest

get your shit together !!!

“i don’t care! you can’t just–”

“and why not?” he finally stops walking when he’s right in front of you, half an arms length away from you. “you’re asking me to fuck you but i can’t see you in your underwear? how backwards is that?”

you angrily frown up at him. “i didn’t consent to you seeing me like this, at this moment.”

he blinks a few times and then tilts his head to the side. “you’re right. sorry. won’t happen again.” he looks around the room before back to you. “all i wanted to do was ask when you expect me to come.”

huh?

what is he even

???

your brow pinch together in confusion and the back of your neck heats up. “uhh…” you blink a few times, wondering if you heard him correctly. “when you’re inside of me..?”

girl..

he idly blinks at you with a soft frown on his brows. his eyes pingpong between yours from left to right, dropping to your lips for a moment before back into your eyes.

his tongue darts out to wet his lips before he speaks again and says, “i was talking about when you expect me to arrive… this weekend. what day. what time.”

oh

OH

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 right!

dumb bitch😭

“oh,” you mumble, heat rising to your cheeks and ears, a slight twitch in your lips. “uh, saturday… saturday at 8pm is fine.”

his tongue peeks out and swipes along his lips again as he stares you down before nodding. “okay. i’ll see you then.”

“yeah,” you reply, voice higher pitched than usual

heart beating a thousand miles a minute

“see you, y/n.” the way your name rolls off his tongue so deliciously whilst he’s still in your proximity, feline eyes staring you down, it all sets your entire body on fire

he looks at you for a moment longer before turning around and heading down the corridor before you hear him shove his feet into his shoes and leave your apartment

ahhhh

your heart won’t stop beating out of your chest

your palms are sweaty

your entire body is on fire

fuck

is this really a good idea?

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[skz-celine]

✯ RELATIONSHIPS W SKZ HYUNG LINE !!

the relationship types celine has with the hyung line ! of skz

✯ CHANNIE && CELINE : rank 3 in popular relations ( their public affection is very rare but due to her constant shown for gratitude towards him and whenever affection does happen, fans are mclovin it )

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you can describe their relationship as very close best friends or comfort people of some sort. bangchan was there for celine when she'd first joined, and she was knowingly there for him during his stressful breakdowns.

celine really appreciates how welcoming he was during the ordeal, despite the other members being skeptical of her arrival, he was always there to help her and treat her just as he treated the other members.

celine is very affectionate with bang chan despite fan belief of her being reserved to not cause conflict within the gossip sites. she knows her boundaries and where she stands. yet she also knows that she isn't gonna let rumors stop her from expressing her gratitude to her leader.

she often hugs him, massages his temples, or just checks up on him, making sure he is hydrated.

but that part is just the outer view

together, chan and celine are like siblings, constantly doing things to irk each other playfully.

she'll often just randomly jump on his back at times leaving him old man surprised

he's often caught picking on her, causing her to constantly say "stop it Christopher" in English leaving him laughing

overall they have a wonderful relationship

✯ MINHO && CELINE: rank 8 in popular relations ( their public interactions are very limited fans have to pinch at something to even grasp at their relationship with each other tbh. most of the videos about them are about them being mutual cat parents )

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minho was one of the skeptical members when celine first joined. despite his whole idgaf facade, he's actually very considerate; especially to those who care for him and vice versa

he saw the struggle chan went through as well as the chaos the fans created against him when one of the members left.

overtime he's grown a little protective over celine but only very subtly showing it.

he cooks for the members , always making sure to give her a piece of the food before the guys

i honestly think he's such a gentlemen, and so does celine.

at first, he'd be quiet around her only giving small little glances and glares whenever she'd speak but overtime yk something made him warm up to her and now they're silent family

oh and also he doesn't ever really call her "celine" he usually calls her by her real name

✯ CHANGBIN && CELINE : rank 6 in popular relationship ( this woman will publicly goon over changbin's muscles and people are here for it !. it's not as popular due to the other good relations she has with the boys)

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I absolutely love these two together as they sometimes can be like an old married couple or like two high school sweethearts, you never know what you're gonna get that specific day its always like a surprise.

they can bicker a lot like sometimes playfully she'll be like "seo changbin ! why're you kissing up to the versace prince" It's always false vex, she would too, who wouldn't?

sometimes, they can be the loudest duo in the group, having scream-offs ( ft a laughing jeongin and a half-deaf hyunjin. )

let's not forget the random moments when they're doing vlogs and he's like wiggling his eyebrows, flexing his biceps. Then the camera pans to celine's face, a smirk evident as she pretends to be infatuated with the view, giggling, and stuff.

changbin's initial reaction to celine is a little iffy as well although, unlike minho, he'd actually interact with her because changbin is someone who'd be very very people-pleasing and like he cares about others' feelings especially if he knows they did nothing wrong and his feelings are prejudiced.

✯ HYUNJIN && CELINE : rank 7 in popular relations ( royalty duo, doesn't quite interact on camera despite the fact they're always taking pictures and doing art but their relationship is sweet )

pin board . now playing : buddy holly - weezer

hyunjin and celine's relationship can be described as "omg we look so good right now, let's take a picture"

these two are insane when they're together it's like they have an ego boost when sitting next to each other, their vibes radiating off each other and then just posing or whatever.

hyunjin is a traditional artist who prefers painting and celine likes doing sketches, doodles, and chalk pastel art but mostly, digital art.

so they'll be doing their respective art styles often drawing in the same room with each other as maybe d4vd or frank ocean plays in the background

when they're sat together on a plane they'll have their respective headphones on and be using the DJ app in sync, celine gets mad at hyunjin for skipping the song every few seconds or after the most popular part or skipping through the movie they decide to watch ( she'll for sure tell stay on bbl about his behavior "your behavior is so ughh !!" )

there isn't much to say for their relationship besides much

SKZ.CELINE , 08 / 2024 . this is a work of fiction but I do ask to not steal the oc or the relations as they are made for celine

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[ryuichirou]

Do you have any headcanons for dynamics between Ortho and the other first years?

Sorry for the late reply, Anon! I really love it when Ortho is grouped with the first years, I am still so happy that he is officially a student now lol

Here are some thoughts…

Ace performs card tricks for Ortho. Well, he does it for everyone whenever he feels like it, but Ortho is always very excited for those; but he kind of sees them as puzzles, as if he has to figure out how the trick works. Ace thinks it’s weird… still, he likes having an invested audience, so he doesn’t really mind. Ace is also quite curious about Ortho, his search system, his relationship with Idia, his purity (does he have one), so he asks a lot of questions, but Ortho just says it’s a “se~cret” most of the times. Oh, and Ortho is extremely good at seeing through Ace’s tricks.

Ortho helps Deuce out with homework sometimes! And if they are in the same classroom for some reason, he’ll be happy to give him a hint or even a cheat sheet, although Deuce doesn’t really like those. Still, Ortho loves both being useful and having to be stealthy about this thing just so he doesn’t get yelled at by the teacher. This is such a fun experience to him… But also, he asked Deuce for help once too. He didn’t really need it, but he really enjoyed listening to Deuce’s poor explanation. They also talk about bikes a lot (with both Deuce and Epel).

Ortho is excited to get along with everyone, but Jack is still a bit confused about how he is supposed to feel about Ortho. He is pretty neutral about him, but Ortho was eager to find common ground with him, and it was jogging. Ortho doesn’t get to use his running gear a lot, so running with Jack is a great excuse to develop and upgrade the gear further + befriend Jack! They also talk about siblings, and it’s funny because while Jack talks about taking care of his younger siblings, Ortho talks about how he makes sure Idia doesn’t forget to eat…

Ortho hangs out with Epel quite regularly actually due to being so close to Vil and the Film Research club. Maybe it’s because of the fact that both of them are small and a bit childish, but he is the most playful and mischievous with Epel; he teases him, but they also have a lot of mutual “>:3c” moments. So sometimes Epel feels like he actually got himself a sibling, but then he blinks and suddenly Ortho acts like Vil’s perfect little assistant. Epel doesn’t get how he can do both, I guess it’s because he is an AI…. (not really, Epel)

Ortho and Sebek don’t really interact all that much, but Ortho is still as intrigued by him as by any other student. Finding common ground with him also turned out to be the most difficult…  but he did listen to his ode for Malleus once! He was very patient and stoic, and Sebek has enough of understanding of an AI to think that Ortho wouldn’t mind him talking for like 4 hours. He was very satisfied because Idia’s younger brother was a much more pleasant person to talk to! Even though Ortho didn’t really say much… but he learned a lot that day (Idia immediately told Ortho to delete all this data, it’s useless noise lol)

Whenever Grim can’t see something because of his height, Ortho grabs him and flies higher so both of them could watch that thing they couldn’t see… a couple of shorties.

They have gaming tournaments pretty much regularly! You know, with the gaming system they got as a gift for Yuu and Grim. And things gets bloody because the boys are competitive, and Ortho is one of the most competitive ones. He doesn’t care that he is a computer, the fact that no one can beat him is just skill issue lol

[electronicwitchcollection]

Accidental mate; chapter 5

I’m going to stop introducing other characters and bring you more Grimmjow/reader interactions soon, honest 😂

You had made the long walk to your own division in search of Captain Kuchiki, wanting to brief him of your mission and return home. You replayed the conversation you had with the Head Captain through your mind as you traveled. He had asked if you believed you could be the one to teach Grimmjow, bring him into the fold. You sincerely hoped he would forget that ridiculous notion.

A week was more than long enough spent in his company. You didn't want to be lumbered with that task, you'd go crazy. You and Grimmjow were just too different. Yet quite similar, you hated to admit. You were both stubborn, unafraid of speak what was on your mind. You had always thought you were quite even tempered, not rising to anger, simply letting things go. Yet with Grimmjow you matched his outbursts.

There was just something about him that riled you up, made you quick to snap at his snarky remarks. You didn't like that, you weren't mean or violent, yet he made you want to throttle him multiple times a day. It would be better for everyone if someone else took over his training, better for him better for you. Familiar faces passing by snapped you from your musings, sending your comrades a cheery wave as you made your way past the Captains koi pond. You hurried up to the main office, hoping your captain would be in a good mood and allow you the rest of the day off.

You knocked on the open office door, peaking your head through as you softly called out "Captain Kuchiki?" You heard a rustle of papers, the drag of a chair against wooden floorboards followed by the sound of footsteps, too heavy to be the soft footed Captain.

"He's not here" Lieutenant Abari called to you as he made his way through the office. Face splitting into a wide familiar grin as you came into view, "YN! " He wrapped you in a brief but powerful bear hug which you happily returned. It was refreshing having human contact without the threat of your arm being bitten off

"Hey Renji, Captain isn't here?"  You asked, walking further into the room at Renji's beckoning hand gesture. He walked back to his desk, perching on the edge of it to face you. He had his arms crossed over his chest loosely, already shaking his head

"He got called away to deal with some noble clan stuff, how was your trip?" The grin he gave you told you everything you needed to know, Renji had already had the pleasure of meeting Grimmjow. The amount of glee on his face at the prospect of you spending the whole week with him was irking you ever so slightly. You had the feeling Renji was the one to nominate you to the Head Captain for that particular task, simultaneously sidestepping the privilege and dropping you well and truly in it.

His smug grin only cemented your suspicions. You and Renji had become friends through another mutual friend many years ago. Your friendship was very much that of squabbling siblings, plenty of teasing and and good natured jabs . You loved him dearly though, and knew he felt the same about you. He was as protective over you as he was all his friends and you made sure he was looking after himself when he got consumed with training or work.

"Probably went as good as you think it did" you shot him a knowing look, falling heavily onto the chair facing his desk. The weeks travel and the extreme emotions you've been dealing with the past week were catching up to you, you were exhausted "It was a nightmare Renji." 

Renji chucked at the look on your face, reaching over to mess up your hair playfully, retracting it quickly just before you swatted his hand away "and here I thought you were just the girl for the job"

"I knew it was you!" Suspicions confirmed. You would be getting him back for this, mark your words. "I've already told the Head Captain my report, he seemed happy with the way the mission went" 

"How was it really?"  He asked, Lieutenant mask replacing his shit eating grin. Renji took his position seriously, and while he was happy to be be friendly, tease and joke with his subordinates, he could knuckle down and be serious when the time called for it. It was something you actually really admired about him, not that you would ever voice that, his head was big enough as it was

"I had seen what I needed too. He's a good fighter, strong, talented. " you decided to give him the brief report, he could read all the details in your written report when you finally get a chance to write it. "But he's got an issue with authority. He doesn't work well as part of a team, and, I cannot stress this enough, he is the biggest asshole I've ever had the misfortune of meeting" 

Renji threw his head back as he barked out his most honest laugh. His stance had relaxed at your less than official end to your report, easing back into his relaxed posture. You were sure he wasn't even aware of it anymore, how effortlessly he changed between lieutenant and friend "Yeah, he's a real piece of work. Tries to take off Ichigo's head every time they see eachother, and every one likes that guy"

He wasn't wrong. You didn't know Ichigo well, had spoken a few times in passing due to having similar friends. Even without the fact that Ichigo had saved soul society multiple times, often at his own risk, he was a really nice guy. The fact that Grimmjow couldn't stand him spoke volumes about Grimmjow himself. "Well, now you can add me to the list of people Grimmjow would rather see without their head" you mumble from behind your hands, tiredly rubbing your face. Fatigue was catching up quickly, and as much as you enjoyed Renji's company, if you didn't leave soon you'd end up asleep on this chair

"Did he hurt you?" The dangerous change in tone had you peeking through your fingers. Renji's posture had straightened up, deeply unhappy look on his face. He looked just about ready to go find the espada himself, fingers slowly curling into loose fists. Renji had an unbreakable sense of honour, and hitting women was at the top of that list. He wouldn't stand for it, in any situation, especially if it involved on of his friends. You couldn't help but smile at his overprotectiveness.

"No, Renji. He didn't hurt me." You placate him quickly, watching the sudden anger fizzle out of him. His hotheadedness hadn't change much over the years, though he was working on listening to the full story before reacting. Something you greatly appreciated in that moment, you didn't want to chase him all over souls society trying to calm him down "We just argued the whole time, you know me, I don't usually bite my tongue"

Renji smile at your attempt of humour. He knew that all too well, you've both hand your share of arguments with eachother, both to stubborn to let the other have the win, wether you were right or wrong. "Hope you gave as good as you got"

"Of course." You match his smile, standing with an exaggerated stretch "Im going to head home for the rest of the day. Can you let the Captain know I'll report in first thing in the morning? I'll try and write up the report tonight" 

Renji nodded, throwing an arm around your shoulder as he walked you to the door "try and get some rest. You look like shit"  you elbowed him roughly in the side, enjoying the grunt you pulled from him. Asshole. He should try spending the week with Grimmjow on the road, bet he wouldn't look half as good as you managed to look.

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Grimmjow was practically vibrating with pent up frustration. After the Captains had disappeared, and you had stormed off, he attempted to follow the captains to finish what they had started. Especially that big one. The one that dared to approach you, you, covered in his scent. His mark. Luckily for them, Grimmjow had lost the scent, too many shinigami polluting the air.

He had been aimlessly stalking around, trying to let off steam. He wasn't yet ready to return to where he was staying. He hadn't been allocated a place yet, wouldn't until he was placed into a division. He was temporarily staying in a room changed into a makeshift bedroom in that hat wearing idiots lab, near the edge of the twelfth division. The location wasn't bad, it was just outside a large Forrest, perfect for running and training. Further into the Forrest, leaving the walls that surrounded the shinigamis territory, he had found a few hollows he could hunt.

He didn't know if that goofy bastard was here or in the world of the living though, and wasn't in the mood to put up with his moronic insistence of trying to engage Grimmjow in conversation. During his rage filled walk, Grimmjow had gotten a little turned around. Actually, he didn't have a damn clue where he was. All the streets and buildings looked the exact same, so he didn't notice the fact he was in an unknown division until it was too late to retrace his steps

He wasn't lost. He just wasn't where he thought he was. He couldn't pick up any scents to indicate where he was, or in which direction he should be headed. He would rather chew off his own arm than ask one of the shinigami hurrying past him, avoiding eye contact, for directions . Fucking looking at him as though he were going to bite them. Idiots. Shinigami wouldn't taste good anyway.

The memory of your arousal coating his tongue pushed its way to the forefront of his mind. He could practically taste the phantom memory, mouth filling with saliva. Grimmjow angrily kicked at the ground, sending a puff of dust into the air and startling two shinigami that were passing by. Pussies. Grimmjow snarled at them for good measure, watching disgusted as they scarpered.

His skin was crawling. He hated how you were still invading his mind. Damn witch. It had been a couple of hours since he last saw you, with each passing hour his stomach twisted harder with a deep sense of unease. He was loosing his damn mind. He could still taste you on his tongue, feel you in his arms, smell you in the air. Wait. No, he could actually smell you in the air.

Grimmjow came to an abrupt halt, picking up the faint notes of your scent, his own signature musk intertwined with it. He followed the invisible trail, inhaling deeply, keeping it locked in his sights. As the smell became stronger, the buildings became further apart. Trees could be spotted over the top of the wall, the smell of grass filtering through the leaves.

He came to a stop out side of a small building where your scent was most powerful. This must be your den. Catching movement in one of the windows, Grimmjow jumped up the wall, camouflaging in the lush leaves of the tree, perching on a sturdy branch. He waited patiently, scanning the windows for sign of movement. He should leave. What was he even doing there, watching, waiting for any sign of you. It was pathetic. Weak. He growled deep in his chest at his behaviour, willing himself to leave.

Then you appeared. A light flicked on in a room containing a large nest, his eyes locked on to you. You had all your hair tied up behind your head, the strands swaying side to side with every step you took. Your body was wrapped in pink, flimsy material, it looked shiny under the light. It exposed your thighs, brushing over the soft skin there. He watched as you reached your bed, crawling over the space to lay on your stomach. You kicked up your legs, lazily swinging them back and forth, feet twisting together, rubbing over the back of your shins.

Grimmjow swallowed roughly, adjusting his stance as he crawled nearer for a better look. His trousers were tightening, restricting his slowly inflating dick. You had something thin and black in your hand. A pen, you were writing. Hand quickly scribbling over the paper laid before you. He watched as you tilted your head, flicking your hair down over one shoulder, teasing him with your exposed neck, his mark, shining brightly against your pale skin. Sending unknowingly, a flush of heat through Grimmjow's body. Grimmjow's tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips, battling with himself internally

Screaming at himself to leave, to run as fast as he could away from you. His body refused to listen to his demands, eyes staying fixated on you. What was happening to him? Grimmjow was strong, he was powerful, he was an alpha. It infuriated him, the spell you had cast on him. He needed to find a way to break it. He needed to leave. Grimmjow pulled all his determination, ready to leap from his hiding spot in the tree, find his way back to his own nest. Then you slowly rolled the pen across your full bottom lip, parting your lips you pulled the pen into your mouth and sucked on the tip gently.

FUCK

Grimmjow shoved his hand down his pants, groaning as he took hold of his throbbing erection and squeezing. His hungry eyes focused on your lips, drinking in the image of your lips surrounding the pen. Grimmjow pulled his hand over his cock, squeezing the tip before rolling it back down the length. With a dissatisfied groan, Grimmjow quickly removed his hand, licking wetly over his palm before shoving it back into the confines of his pants,taking his erection back into his hand with long, strong tugs. His hand felt insignificant compared to the tight, wet heat of your cunt

His hand didn't squeeze as tightly, didn't ripple across his length. It didn't coat his cock in sweet slick wetness. Didn't moan in pleasure as he rutted into it. He watched as you pulled out the pen, tip wet with your saliva as you studied the paper beneath you. You tapped the pen against your lips, teasing it between your teeth. Grimmjow groaned, hips jerkily thrusting into his hand, his precum leaking profusely, slicking up the glide of his hand, dampening the inside of his pants.

His breath came out in short pants, eyes narrowing as he watched you intently. The angle and the restrictions of his clothing were uncomfortable, not allowing him the proper movement to adequately stroke his full length. He watched your small hand resume marking the paper, imagining how it would look wrapped around his cock, how small it would look in comparison to his own. He imagined dragging his cock over you lips, painting them with his thick seed. How you would suck on the tip, lick up the length.

He moaned, deep and guttural, hips rutting into his palm. His head was swimming, protests to stop quieting at the dominating commands to take her. There you were, laid out, waiting, willing. His mate, his to use, his to fuck. You grabbed the paper, placing it on a table next to your bed with the pen. You pushed off the bed with your hands, back arching, ass pushed into the air invitingly as you stretched out your arms in front of you. His hand moved furiously over his cock, chasing the explosion that would clear his mind.

You were in the perfect submissive position, like you knew you were being watched. Putting on a show for your king, presenting yourself for his taking. His hand roughly pushed against the clothing covering his engorged cock, trying in vein to make more room for his rapid hand motions. You sat back on your legs, glancing out the window. He held his breath, suddenly nervous you would spot him hidden in the tree. His hand slowed down on his cock, trying to minimise any movement that might catch your eye.

He watched as you crawled closer to the window, staring out into the darkening street before pulling closed the cloth that blocked his view to your room. Grimmjow cursed quietly, no longer having you in his sights. His hand slowed on his length, coming to a complete stop in frustration. He pulled his hand free, disgusted with his actions, touching himself, hidden away like a desperate pup. Grimmjow roughly punched the thick trunk of the tree, bark splitting open the thin skin of his knuckles as it splintered beneath his power.

With new found determination, he jumped from the tree, into the garden beyond the wall. As soon as his feet hit the ground he ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction, away from you and your magic. Running with an erection was uncomfortable, he roughly palmed the ridged length, commanding it to go down. He stuck to the shadows, using his agility to stay undetected.

Grimmjow needed help. As much as it pained him to admit it, he didn't know how else to break the spell you had put him under. Now that he knew where you lived, he didn't trust his instincts not not cloud over his rational thought and kick down your damn door and take you. He needed someone to tell him how to get back control of his own mind. The only person he could think he could demand fix this problem, unfortunately, was also someone Grimmjow wanted to avoid at all costs. Annoying bastard would drive him insane.

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You rolled your head back and forth, groaning at the satisfying cracks your neck gave. After returning home you had fallen into your couch, falling into a much needed nap. After waking, showering and having a delicious home cooked meal, you started working on the written report ready for Captain Kuchiki the following morning. You had been sitting at your table for too long, stiffness creeping up your spine. You reread over what you had already written, deciding it was up to your captains standards. You carefully gathered up the paper and pen, deciding to finish writing your conclusions in the comfort of your own bed

You resisted the desire run and leap on your bed, fall into the warm softness. Laying on your stomach you absentmindedly kick your legs up into the air, steadily swaying them back and forth as you began jotting down your explanations. You had written about finding the hollow you were sent to cleanse. The battle plan you had drawn up and how Grimmjow completely disregarded your ideas, running head first into, what you could only describe as, a violent slaughtering.

You wrote about Grimmjows skills, his shortcomings. What you felt he could work on and what you thought was a lost cause. You wrote your recommendations for a scouting team, highlighting his enhanced senses, and how you witnessed them being used in the field. You reread what you had written, rolling the pen across your lips, sucking on the tip. It was a habit you had from way back in your academy days, it helped clear your mind enough to focus solely on your task.

You wrote about Grimmjows lack of knowledge to human life. His struggle with reading and chopsticks, adding a few others you thought should be investigated. Concluding your report with what you had verbalised with the head captain. You believed Grimmjow could be a great ally, if only the time was given to help acclimate him into this unknown way of life. You attempted to think of an example of Grimmjows ability to pick up on things quickly, when your mind drifted into a less professional setting.

Grimmjow quickly picked up on your non-verbal cues, adjusting his treatment of you accordingly to your reactions. He learned quickly the best places to touch you to draw out sinful moans. Adjusted his pace at the minute gestures you gave, bringing you to the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. Now how could you write about that while sounding professional? You tried to shake the thoughts, turning back to your report to make sure it was all correct

Everything seemed adequate as you chewed on the tip of your pen, looking over carefully for any mistakes or anything you could add. You had to force yourself to stop, before you spent the whole night adding and changing little details trying to make it perfect. You put everything on your bedside table before stretching out your stiff back. You stretched your arms over your head, kneeling up on your knees to elongate your spine and hear it pop multiple times.

Cracking your spine, all your joints really, was a habit that drove Renji crazy. He hated the noise, it made his skin crawl. So as any friend would, you did it as often as possible in his company. You huffed out an amused chuckle, sitting yourself back on your folded legs. You looked through your window, noticing how dark it was getting.

Grimmjow floated through your mind again. You couldn't help but wonder what he was doing. He didn't seem the time to go to the bar, socialise with the shinigami, did he even have friends? No, he was probably out picking fights like an idiot. Hopefully he had steered clear of the two captains from earlier, that particular fight wouldn't be pretty, and it wouldn't help him securing a place in the goeti.

You forced the thoughts away, closing your curtains to get ready to turn in. It didn't take you long to end up in darkness, sinking into your mattress with a long awaited sigh. You had missed being home, being in your bed. You tried to fall asleep, clearing your mind and relaxing into your mattress. Grimmjows cocky grin flashed behind your closed eyes, heart skipping a beat as you pushed the image away. You rolled to your back, screwing your eyes closed tight, willing sleep to take you.

Heat started to flush through your body, the first tingle of arousal made you squeeze your thighs together under the quilt. Your eyes snapped open, staring at your ceiling cast in darkness. Why was that brute still in your thoughts, it was a one time thing. A two time thing. It wasn't going to happen again, ever. Time to forget about it. There were plenty of single men around here, you were not short of options should you get an inch you needed help scratching.

You didn't notice your hand caressing over your body until it reached your breast. Your fingers circled your pebbling nipple under your gown, pinching gently. You moaned at the pressure, bringing up your other hand to give the same attention to your neglected breast. You tried to conjure up an image to help you raise your libido, images of bulging muscles and a chiselled jaw. You imagined strong hands replacing your own, following the curves of your body down to your core.

Your fingers brushed against your clothed pussy, remembering a heavy weight looming over you, pushing you into the mattress as they tease your opening. When you brush a finger over your hidden clit, hips rolling up to meet the sensation, Grimmjows face appeared looming over you, grinning down at you. Nope. You pulled your hands away from you, punching the mattress besides you in frustration. You were not going to lay here and touch yourself while thinking of that man,

You definitely turned to your side, grabbing your spare pillow to hug against your chest. You concentrated on emptying your mind, willing sleep to pull you under it's merciful hold. You fell asleep pushing away increasingly intrusive thoughts of Grimmjow as they infiltrated your mind, tossing and turning at the memories of Grimmjow growling into your ear. You dreamt of his hands on your body, the guttural way he'd groan in your ear. Reliving all the pleasure you had received in those two days that you would refuse to think about again.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FICTIONAL FAMILY!!!! have some B day hcs under the cut. tw for drinking and drugs

they all go to diego and lila's because they have the biggest backyard

they wish the kids could join them but they know each other, it wouldn't be safe. diego and lila's kids are with lila's parents and Claire is old enough to stay home. (idk if ray is here but tbh he probs stayed home too, this family is nuts when its their birthday lol. he would rather give Allison a wonderful birthday night at home just for her.)

this is probs in the future where drinking around klaus isn't a HUGE risk for relapse. i feel like prior b-days were less booze\drug heavy for his comfort but its gotten to the point where they want to PARTY. he's the designated driver if anyone does want to go home + so is ☂️ ben so the rest have a good sober duo to watch their backs. and klaus has that voice of reason if he does need it. (s3 ending credit ben my beloved, wish he was canon. he exists here.)

bc im about to take gummy and i always kin when i do, viktor and five took edibles beforehand bc that's their norm in my universe.

Allison helps lila set up before hand. i love the idea of them being mom friends and sister in laws. viktor and five were early and helped too.

five brought so many gifts. one for each person+ custom cards. he does this every year and everyone is still in awe that he goes overboard. the 364 days of the year, they forget he can be this thoughtful. but all the gifts are a *bit* off and not 100% personal. like luther got a telescope bc. the moon. this is like the 3ed year in a row. and klaus got smth that five had to suffer though a spencer's gifts to get. it was so painful. five does it more for the wrapping, card making and seeing his siblings smile then actually knowing HOW to be thoughtful and generous.

they all have a nice time outside and enjoying early fall. Diego set up a projector and they watch all their fav movies as kids. they have a fire pit too and do smores. this really is the day they set to BE man-children and regain their childhoods.

lila COVERED the ceiling of their house with balloons and that is NOT fun to traverse though when your high af, drunk af and need to pee.

they each got a personal cake to take home and a candle to blow out at the same time.

they shit on their dad and bond over their mutual hate for their life before but can agree that life is better now (Allison holds her tongue to not say 'i told u so' ray has helped her understand that and other actions would be a 'cunt move'. shes mellowed out bc of him to the point of being allowed here in the first place.)

klaus some how ends up setting something on fire. this has happened for EVERY BIRTHDAY since they were 6. diego has a fire extinguisher on hand...but doesn't know how to use it so lila has to do it.

they do karaoke. Diego complains and yet was the one who got the machine and set it up. he likes watching lila sing~

Klaus made the playlist.

[lalal-99]

of new friendship {h.j.} | track 3

©June 2023, March 2024 by lalal-99

Han Jisung x afab!reader | trope: slice of life, coming of age | word count: 3.8k

Synopsis: The one where you go to a Jackson Wang party.

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Note: As promised, this chapter is much shorter than the last. The next will, again, have 6k, but after that, chapters will be shorter (I think). Also, I wrote the most angsty and heartbreaking chapter yesterday and I can't wait to post it when it's due. Hope you enjoy this :)

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You couldn’t remember the last party you had been to.

A real party, with crates of alcohol, loud music, and drunk people, that was.

Throughout your early teen years it had been a regular part of your week. Getting drunk, befriending strangers and making mistakes. You left no party within reach unattended, no matter the people or their willingness to provide alcohol to minors. You had figured out ways to always get what you wanted in the end. And what you wanted at that time was to drink away any and every one of your brain cells.

With a little luck it would be the very one that made you remember the grief of losing a parent.

Whenever you told people about those days, it was as an explanation to why you rarely drank now. Most people also thought Jisung had helped you overcome that part of your life. It would have fit right into their version of a romantic love story—girl sad, girl meets boy, boy fixes girl. Happy end.

Most people couldn’t have been more wrong.

Jisung, like yourself, was plagued by his very own share of suffocating pain. And he too wanted to forget, desperately. In meeting you, he found someone who was right as troubled, maybe even more so. Thus, a toxic relationship formed, the two of you soon becoming the life of every party you attended.

Any party you went to, you became the centre of. Be it a friend’s party, a friend’s sibling’s party, or a stranger’s party one of your mutual friends had heard about god-knows-where. Surrounded by a crowd of people, both your age and older, you became the main source of entertainment. Making people laugh and providing them with memories they wouldn’t forget. Because which other two 14-year-olds could keg-stand and funnel like grown-ups?

You weren’t proud of it, but at the same time, it was as much part of your story as everything before and after. The darkest part, filled with pain, rage, and the simple desire to forget, yes. But a part never less.

Those times were long gone; life had caught up to you at some point.

Despite your party-animal-past, a shiver ran down your back when the frat house appeared on the horizon.

People gathered on the porch, on the stairs leading up to it, and on the lawn, smoking, drinking, and making out. Whatever stereotypical frat-party scenario you could have come up with played out right in front of your eyes.

You lingered for a moment, watching the scene unfold. Unsure how to approach the evening or if you even still wanted to. Hadn’t it been for Yuqi taking matters into her own two hands and dragging you inside... Well, you would have turned around and chosen the safety of your room instead.

Your partying days sure had passed.

When you entered the house, a thick veil of warmth and sweat hit you, a breath of nausea taking over your being. A sea of people was stumbling from room to room, up the stairs or towards you, in a desperate search for fresh air. If you planned on staying here for the next few hours, you’d need a drink. Or five.

Yuqi turned towards you, excitement evident on her face, “Wanna look for Jisung?”

“Drinks first!” you yelled back, her nod telling you she had understood. Surprising, seeing someone had cranked the bass right up to 11.

With your hand in hers, Yuqi pulled you through the crowd until you reached the kitchen. It was less crowded than the rest of the house, meaning you had a safe haven you could come to if things got too much. Judging from the tension in your back not even five minutes in, you’d need it at some point.

You didn’t pay too much attention to the people around you. The couple making out on the counter or the group chatting on the other side of the room. Instead, your gaze focused on the beers in the ice-filled sink. A sigh of relief escaped you as the cold, bitter liquid ran down your throat. The first half of the bottle, you emptied in that initial gulp.

You must have needed this more than you noticed.

“Impressive,” Yuqi praised you, her lips wrapping around her own bottle for a less eager sip. “Remind me never to face you in a drink-off.”

“Trust me, my drink-off days are far behind me.”

Your voice startled one of the people standing by the side, a familiar face snapping towards you. “Y/N?”

You found Hwasa leaning against the counter, a surprised expression taking over her features.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Your roomie had told you she’d be going out tonight too. Although you hadn’t expected her to be at the same party you had been dragged into. Pulling you into a hug, a few of her locks tickled your nose. “Jisung got invited by an old friend.”

“And you brought my new favourite person! Hi!” Hwasa greeted Yuqi with another bone-crushing hug. To an outsider, it must have looked like you hadn’t seen each other for years rather than yesterday.

“Don’t call me your favourite person, or I will cry.”

The smile on Yuqi’s face spread from one ear to the other as she let go of your roommate. After a few shorts hours spent with her, she had opened up to you about how difficult it usually was for her to make friends. Similar to Jisung, her quirky persona more times than not scared people off. Befriending not one but two people within the first week on campus, her happiness was understandable.

“So, who’s the mystery friend that invited you here? Wait, don’t tell me! I’m gonna guess. Is it Chris? He knows, like, everyone.” You shook your head, never having heard that name in your life. Scratching her chin with two perfectly manicured fingernails, Hwasa pondered. “Matthew? He’s been around for a while.” Again, you didn’t know who she was talking about.

This game could have taken forever. There were about 300 people who could have invited you, judging from the crowd inside this house. Though the fun was cut short when the door to the kitchen opened, and a familiar face entered the scene. Just like you remembered, he was followed by a crowd of eager people. Ever the centre of everything.

“No way! Am I dreaming? Y/N! I can’t believe you came.”

You startled when he pulled you into a hug, wrapping your arms around him with reluctance. You hadn’t seen him in over two years, and this was how he decided to greet you? A hug? Thinking about it, you had probably hugged him only a handful of times in your lifetime. Your birthday, maybe. Or Christmas.

“Hi, Jackson.”

He let go of you, momentarily staying in your proximity before stepping back.

He looked good, face clean-shaven and hair pulled back by a baseball cap. His clothes told the same story they always did. Rich guy with swagger, Gucci earrings somehow accentuating his baggy clothing. Jackson, for all you remembered, had always dressed like this. Drenching his aura in handsome.

“How is everyone? How’s the fam?”

“Everyone is perfect. Healthy, happy.”

Despite your best efforts to sound nonchalant, you couldn’t help the undertone of spite. Jackson seemed to understand the secret message, nodding as his lips pressed into a thin line.

You wanted to be nice to him as you were aware he was a good person at heart. But after everything, you couldn’t help being a little bitter still.

Hwasa—oblivious to a fault—interrupted the awkward shift this conversation had taken and you silently thanked the heavens. “You know each other?”

“What? You do, too?” Jackson replied, pointing between the two of you, ever the Spiderman-meme. “How?”

“We’re roommates.”

Emptying your first bottle, you pulled a second one out of the sink, opening it on the marble of the kitchen island. A party trick from back in your heyday you never quite unlearned.

“What? That’s crazy!” Jackson seemed genuinely surprised. He pulled his baseball cap off his head and repositioned it over a few loose strands. “Small world.”

“How about you?” you threw the question back to them.

“We’re—” Jackson cut himself off, eyes meeting Hwasa’s as they toasted their bottles. A quick wink, and he finished his contextually unbelievable description of their relationship. “Friends.”

Hwasa choked on her drink, laughing at his words as if it was the funniest thing she had heard all year. “That’s the understatement of the year.”

You remembered Yuqi, who was leaning against the counter beside you, perfectly quiet as she listened. Probably the quietest you had seen her since you met her. And that included the courses you visited together.

“Fine. We used to hook up. Happy?” Jackson corrected his previous statement. The wink he had sent Hwasa made way more sense now.

“Almost. You seem to have forgotten the part in which you fell hopelessly in love with me.”

Your eyes focused on the two of them. Could Hwasa be the girl? No way! That would have been too big of a coincidence.

“Okay, you are blowing that way out of proportion.” Chuckling at her words, Jackson positioned himself so that he was now facing her. “I had a little crush on you.”

“Exactly. What I said.”

Huffing, Jackson shook his head, pulling Hwasa into a side hug of sorts. Good thing Wheein wasn’t around to witness this flirtatious moment. Her absence explained why Hwasa even let someone come close to her like this. Her girlfriend’s presence seemed to put her a little on edge. Like Hwasa was in constant hope she wouldn’t do something to offend Wheein. Or, God forbid, make her think she was anything but faithful.

“We broke things off, and now—”

“We’re besties,” Hwasa ended his statement, patting his chest as they smiled at each other.

It couldn’t have been silent for more than five seconds before Jackson unwrapped his arm from his bestie. He fetched himself a fresh bottle out of the sink.

“Anyways,” throwing you and Yuqi a kind smile, Jackson turned to his friends. They were still gathered behind him, talking over each other with loud laughter. “It was nice seeing you again. I hope you and Sungie have a great night. Let me know if you need anything.”

Making his way out of the room, he left you to yourselves, sipping on your bottle like you hadn’t just emptied the last one. “Good luck finding him if you need anything. Jackson won’t be in the same room for longer than a minute.”

There was no need to tell you that.

At every party he had ever thrown, Jackson had always been nowhere and everywhere, all at once. You distinctly remembered searching for an hour once before eventually finding him where you had started. How he did it, no idea, but he sure was a pro at it.

“Let me get back to my friends. I’ll see you later?”

Nodding, you turned towards Yuqi, who had about 100 questions dancing on the tip of her tongue. The second you were on your own, she erupted like a waterfall.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” As if she would buy that. There was no way you didn’t know what she was talking about. Your body language had been very see-through throughout that whole interaction. Arms crossed, lips tight, brows cocked.

“Don’t play me, bitch!” A term of endearment, you had learned. “There was so much tension, I thought I was in Riverdale for a sec.”

You laughed at her words, shaking your head. “I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”

“Alright.” Yuqi accepted, but not before getting at least one last statement out in the open. “He’s smoking hot, but whatever he did to you, I would not want to be him.”

The two of you left the kitchen on a seemingly impossible quest to find your boyfriend. You forced your way through the crowd until you reached a less dense section of the room. Only then you noticed a group of people a little further back, right by a window.

You motioned for Yuqi to follow you as you approached the couches. Your boyfriend’s mop of brown hair remained the centre of your vision.

Jisung was deep in conversation with a boy beside him while Felix listened to them. Apart from them, a handful of other boys spread over the couches. The ones that didn’t fit, sat comfortable on chairs. Seeing Jisung in a sea of people he didn’t know, talking like it’s all he was born to do, you almost didn’t want to intrude.

“Bro! Babe Alert!”

The boy next to Jisung was the first to notice you approaching. It took a lot in you to push your amusement at his obliviousness down.

As Jisung’s head followed his friend’s gaze, he gasped out a loud “Yah!” before giving the boy next to him a slap against the bulky arm.

“Dude, that’s my girlfriend.”

“Oops.”

All eyes were on you as you waved at the group. You introduced yourself while sitting on the armrest beside your boyfriend. Yuqi joined your other side, and introduced herself before leaning against you.

“I’m happy you’re here,” Jisung confessed, hand coming to your thigh, squeezing it in adoration.

“You are?”

When you looked at Jisung, you noticed the guy beside him, eyes threatening to bulk out of their sockets. Staring at Yuqi, no less. After a few seconds, he realised he’d been caught and blushed. By pulling Felix into a conversation, he hoped to cover up his interest in your friend.

The girl in question was too deep in her interaction with one of the boys on the chairs to notice. He soon offered her half of his seat, which she accepted while discussing his choice of—footwear? She really seemed to know her way around the closet.

“Yes. Because someone didn’t believe you were real.” Jisung’s eyes darted towards a boy on the other couch whose blonde tresses were pulled into a loose ponytail. “What do you say now, Hyunjin? My hot girlfriend is real.”

“That’s how you describe me to people? Hot?” You didn’t know whether to be mad or flattered.

“Just so we’re clear,” the boy, Hyunjin, chimed in, “it wasn’t the hot part I didn’t believe. It was the whole concept of a girlfriend I was questioning. But you are real, apparently. So I owe Felix ten bucks.”

Laughing at Hyunjin’s cluelessness, your boyfriend couldn’t hide his amusement. “Felix already met her, stupid! You got pranked good, dude.”

Hyunjin’s jaw was on the floor at the new discovery, gaze dramatically cutting to the boy in question.

As the two of them exchanged money and ridicule, you caressed Jisung’s thigh in adoration. A sense of pride filled you at how he had somehow already found a way out of his shell. University seemed to have a positive impact on him, the first week progressing smoother than you had anticipated. Regardless of how he made so many friends this early on, you were glad he did.

“So, who are your friends?”

Gaze wandering through the circle, Jisung introduced the boys one after another. Starting from the one sitting next to Yuqi.

“That’s Seungmin. He’s an English major.”

The boy conversed with Yuqi as though they had known each other for years. He had puppy-brown hair, parted in the middle and cut even on all sides in a fashionable bowl-cut. Two strands of light-blonde framed his face, rounding off an otherwise innocent appearance. His clothes were simple, t-shirt and cargo pants hanging loose on his lean shape.

“Next to him is Jeongin. He’s studying to become—something biology. Honestly, I didn’t understand what he does. It’s all about mitochondria and other boring stuff.”

A little more on the shy side, Jeongin followed Seungmin and Yuqi’s dialogue instead of creating his own. Like Seungmin, he clothed casual. Standing out was his thick pink hair, which contrasted his initial timid demeanour. A something-biology student with pink hair? Very eye-catching.

“On the couch, that’s Hyunjin, Minho and Chris. Hyunjin is studying art history, and Minho majors in dancing. Chris is a Music major.”

Hyunjin, the one who got pranked out of ten bucks—by Felix, out of all people—was clad in a more fashionable outfit. His grey jeans he had paired with a white button-up, a multitude of jewellery decorating his fingers and neck. Minho wore his hair in a lavender tone, a tight-fitting shirt and black leather pants. Showing off his very toned legs—a dancer, indeed. And Chris. Well, he liked his arms the size of logs, apparently. They were an unexpected contrast to his cutesy laugh, nose scrunching up as he joked with Minho.

“And the boy who can’t keep his eyes off Yuqi, that’s Changbin. Sports major. If you tell him your weight, he will send you a video of him benching it.”

“Yah, I don’t do that for just anyone. Consider yourself lucky,” Changbin interjected. Thankfully, he had only overheard the second part of Jisung’s description.

Ignoring his friend’s words, Jisung concluded his introductory round. “And you already know Felix. He’s studying to become the best teacher in the whole wide world.”

Felix ignored the mocking tone in his friend’s voice, only one of the reasons rendering him perfect for a teaching position. He stood calm whenever needed, not a word taken out of proportion. That much you had already learned from hanging out with him a handful of times. It wasn’t hard to believe, he handled children the same way he did his drunk friends.

“I’m glad you have so many friends with majors now. Maybe, they can help you decide on yours.”

Rolling his eyes at the subject you somehow couldn’t let go, Jisung pulled you from the armrest onto his lap. A tiny yelp escaped your throat, his action surprising. The two of you usually didn’t exchange PDA like that. His advances, therefore, you understood as a sign of the amount of alcohol he had already consumed.

“You will never let this go, will you?”

“Not until I know you’re not just going to university because I’m going.”

You had been gifted with so much drive to go to uni, study, become a manager. Sometimes, you forgot that some people weren’t as lucky to know what they wanted to do with their lives. Your boyfriend was one of those people.

Sure Jisung had hobbies like singing, sports and the occasional guitar session. But other than that, he was pretty clueless about his future. The two of you used to joke about it. Kidding how all the ambition and focus had gone to his sister and once he was born, there was nothing left of it. An innocent joke for as long as it hadn’t been reality.

Now that you were here and for the months leading up to your move, the joke was underlined with more seriousness.

For the longest time, Jisung hadn’t been sure he even wanted to go to university. He had debated going to work right away. Learn something handy, like electric work or nursing. That he didn’t even know a direction to go in didn’t make the decision any easier. In the end, he figured that while you were studying to go into management, he might as well join you. If anything, it could potentially give him an overview of possible fields of work.

After many discussions about your joined future and his role in it, he seemed to be over it. He wanted to explore his options—that’s what he had told you when you two enrolled. And yes, you were proud of him for getting his grades up in the last year of High School. Even if only to share this adventure with you. Though you still needed him to be a little more serious about it. Otherwise, university was four years of him exploring, ending in no degree. Four years wasted, in your eyes.

“I just want to make sure you’re thinking about it.”

“Right now, the only thing I’m thinking about, is taking you to one of the empty bedrooms upstairs.”

His breath fanned over your neck as he whispered into your ear. Goosebumps rose all over your skin, his fingers gracing over your exposed hip. You hadn’t even noticed how your shirt had ridden up before his careful touch. Repositioning yourself to sit sideways on his lap, you bit your lip at his suggestion. Your hand came around his neck, fingers running through the hair at the back of it.

“We just got here,” you chuckled as his arms wrapped around your thighs.

“So?”

“Let’s enjoy the party for a bit, yeah?” Jisung knew a final decision when he heard one, a pout overtaking his face. Good thing you had already taken measures to soften the blow. Years of being with each other gave you the confidence to play your plan as you intended. “I might know a way to make the wait worth our while.”

You smirked as you retrieved a round object from your pocket and pushed it into Jisung’s hand on your thigh. A kiss to his cheek concealed your action, his eyes widening once he realised what you had handed him. A remote control. And not just any old remote control. Connecting the dots, Jisung soon understood that it controlled the matching vibrator inside you. The very same one you had bought for his most recent birthday.

Happy Birthday, indeed, and to both of you.

Judging from his expression, you figured your plan to make his patience worthwhile erected the awaited reaction. Then again, that could have also been him pocking you from below.

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see below the cut for an excerpt from a cult of the lamb narilamb fanfic that i wrote because i got too excited and now need to edit because i've actually seen the ending

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"Why? Isn't there another way?"

The Lamb may have been blessed with a longer lifespan than any of their peers but they were still mortal, and it was the nature of mortals to bargain when faced with Death. He had seen this sort of desperation often over his uncountable years, but he had to admit, this was the first time it had ever sparked something in him. The first time the pleas had been met with the urge to fix it, to spare this devoted, flawless creature.

"You are the most loyal of my mortal followers," he explained. "It can only be you." I have tried, Lamb, I have looked. It can only be you, it has to be you.

"One of the cultists then," the Lamb begged. "One of the Disciples, they're loyal—"

"To you," The One Who Waits interrupts. "They are loyal to you. Surely you see that? They serve me in your name, because you have asked them to." They would do anything for their Lamb and watching through the Crown it had made his blood boil. At first, he had thought it offense at the disrespect—that the cultists the Lamb had indoctrinated to his cult did not even recognize their true Master, instead bowing to a mere Vessel. But as time passed, he realized that it was not the cultists at all. It was that their adoring expressions were met with the gentle hand of the Lamb cupping their face, kissing their foreheads, praising them for their devotion. "You are the only one who is loyal to me. It has to be you."

The Lamb stared up at their god, neck craned back so they could take in his towering form. Lifetimes. They have given lifetimes to him, for only the distant possibility that one day they would free him. That they would be able to please him. And now, this: the final reward for their loyalty. Had he always known it would come to this? He must have. From the moment he first cradled them in the bony palm of his hand and removed the chains that followed them into death, when he breathed into them new life and struck their deal. He knew one day, if they were successful, they would make their way back here and he would ask them to give their life for him.

Haven't they already? For him, they had learned to be the predator he needed of them. To wield the blade, to strike true on his godly siblings and end them when he could not. They did not recognize themself in the mirror. It was a sacrifice they had been willing to make, if it meant that one day they could break his chains as he had once done for them, to lead him out of the gateway. To stand at his side when true daylight touched his dark fur for the first time in millenia.

In their weakest moments, they had imagined what it would be like to look him in his eyes, to be on equal footing with him. To have a relationship that was mutual, reciprocated. Before this, they would whisper to the Crown in the privacy of their own tent, unsure if he was even listening. It was a comfort to speak to him knowing he may hear—he was the only person they knew that they could trust with the burden of a long life. The Bishops were their adversary, and their flock were mortal followers who would die in the blink of an eye. Death was the only person the Lamb could speak to of what they felt as they evaded him for so long, what it meant to them that they did so with his permission.

He had never spoken a word to them of those nights, and now the Lamb is grateful for it. The ache of wondering if he had heard and did not care was nothing compared to the bone-deep certainty that their long life was only ever a means to an end for him. Delayed gratification, so that he could be the one swinging the axe onto their scarred neck instead of the executioner that had sent them here the first time.

No. They've given enough.

"And you, Narinder? Who are you loyal to?" They ask, voice as hollow as they feel. What had ever made them feel like they could trust him? They had spent decades entrenched in the aftermath of the betrayal of gods—if they knew anything of divinity, they knew that it belonged to those with the most fickle of loyalties. They never would have been able to please him. They never would have been able to stop this. 

The One Who Waits stiffens, his true name—so sweet on the Lamb's tongue on the few occasions he has been lucky enough to hear it—sounded bitter now. He supposed it was what he deserved, but it still stung. Part of him had hoped that the Lamb's affection for him would persist until the very end. That they would understand why he was doing this and lay down their life willingly, that they would forgive him as they had forgiven the trespasses of so many in their flock.

He should have known better. Affection and forgiveness were as unfamiliar to him as the feeling of the sun's warmth—distant memories from times before a betrayal that could never be taken back. He had done nothing to deserve a reminder, least of all from them.

He knows what his answer must be. What it is, as much as he wishes it could be anything else.

Who are you loyal to?

"Myself, always." He has to be. He has to be.

The Red Crown leaves the brow of the Lamb, turning into a familiar blade and finding their palm.

"Then it doesn't have to be me, does it?"

[nocturnal-heliotrope]

We have two months give or take to get a lot of work done, to pressure remaining blue politicians, and to bolster our safety nets to protect the most vulnerable among us.

Many people can't leave their state or their country, many people will be stuck exactly where they are now, so those of us in safe places need to stop wallowing in our own self pity and start looking for ways to build these networks and community and to make sure none of us get left behind in the coming years. Bureaucracy is a slow moving beast so we will have time. Not everything will happen at once. Some stuff may never happen at all. But a lot of bad stuff has happened, been happening, and continues to happen both here in the US and abroad. It is our responsibility to fight back. Trans and queer rights were won by fighting back. The civil rights movement was won by fighting back. Womens rights were won by fighting back. Disability rights were won by fighting back.

No one has ever handed us our rights out of the good of their hearts.

I saw someone earlier say that people have been surviving and fighting American oppression as long as America has existed. We can't forget those who have been trampled in the history of our country and who continue to fight for the rights of all of us with little thanks from many of us.

The absolute most important thing we can do right now is build community and strengthen coalitions. The absolute worst thing we can do is point blame, flight each other, and give up. Defeatism will kill us long before any policy can.

It is our responsibility to our siblings of color, especially black and indigenous folks, our queer, intersex, trans, and gender non conforming siblings, our disabled siblings, those of us who are at risk of or are already suffering from reproductive control, deportation, homelessness, addiction, incarceration, institutionalization, those facing poor conditions on reservations that are likely about to deteriorate further and those in the rest of the world, especially the global south, who had no vote in this race. All those who have been suffering at the hands of this regime long before the first term, who are under the boot of American imperialism, militarism, criminalization, and have lost so much.

The less these labels apply to you the more critical it is that you maintain your composure and get to work. If you have money to spare, reach out to mutual aid funds; if you want to get involved, find local community organizing groups; if you have kids, teach them to be kind and compassionate and always approach others with respect and understanding. If you can do so much as bring something warm and maybe some money or food to an unhoused person in your community, you will make that community stronger.

Now is not the time to argue and tear each other down for what happened. The more we can inoculate ourselves against despair, the more we can fight back. The reality is that over 71 million votes were cast. Many of those people had no real understanding of what that vote stood for. Many were misguided in one way or another, and won't understand the ramifications until it affects them directly. We need to build stronger communities so that type of understanding becomes innate.

We will get through this but only if we work together for a better future.

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Hi, I was thinking about a prompt where Sam and Tara remember it's their mom's birthday. Sam feeling guilty that Christina isn't in Tara's life because of her and just thinking about that all day. Tara being moody all day because it's reminding her of how poorly Christina treated her and bringing up feelings she tries to bury. Sam thinking Tara's in a bad mood because of Sam. Then a big talk where they both just mutually breakdown and blubber to each other.

Also love your writing :)

“Cuts”

went a little off the tracks.

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“I don’t love you. I don’t love you. I don’t love you,” Tara whispered, tightly shutting her eyes.

She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, the condensation from the steamy shower dripping down the glass. She found it easier to talk to herself when she couldn’t see her reflection staring back.

It was August twenty-second. A muggy, rainy day. It was her mother’s birthday.

Well, she wasn’t her mother, just by blood. But Sam said that didn’t matter because the family could be chosen. Like how the twins were like her siblings, Gale and Kirby, her aunts.

But that didn’t wash away the years of abuse and neglect. It didn’t remove the scars permanently etched into her skin and heart.

She wishes that Christina didn’t have such a hold on her. She hoped to let go of the past and move on like Sam had done. Tara honestly had no idea how her big sister had done it. It was like Christina was a leech, sucking the life out of Tara no matter where she went.

It is only on your mother’s birthday do you realize that you have no idea who your mother truly is.

It was funny. She hadn’t felt like she had a mother for years. There was a period when she didn’t have a sister either, where she learned she couldn’t depend on anybody. People will always leave and find a better thing. Tara was never that thing- she was the stepping stone that led people to what they wanted.

Her mother was something she could never quite get over. Her therapist had told her that she had been grieving the loss of a mother for years, unknowingly. Every time Tara felt healed from her grief, her mother crawled back, infecting every part of her. A mother’s love should be warm and stable. Christina had bruised Tara enough to know that love was cruel and cold.

She knows that at some point, she had to put down the shovel she used to bury her relationship with her mother. But it was as if the shovel was glued to her hands, and she couldn’t stop digging until nothing was left. Yet there she was, still searching in hopes that one day, she wouldn’t have to love her mother anymore.

It wasn’t love. But it was. There was nothing left for Tara to hold onto. She hadn’t seen her mother in years. She hadn’t felt loved by her mother in a decade. So why did she need to hold on so tightly to someone who didn’t care? She had scars across her back and chin from nights of abuse, and her heart was a pulverized piece of flesh that didn’t beat right.

Please tell me what I did wrong. Please tell me what I must do to fix this. I’m sorry. I want you to be proud of me. I want you to be my mother again. Why don’t you want me? I’m sorry I cried a lot. I’m sorry that Sam left. I’m sorry you were stuck with me. Please love me again. Please.

There was no reason to love Christina Carpenter. There was nothing to salvage. But she couldn’t fucking let go.

It was her mother. Her mommy. The person who birthed her and helped raise her for a little bit. Blood of her blood. Kin of her kin.

Reaching over, Tara wiped away the condensation on the mirror, gasping at the person she saw.

Christina Carpenter stared back at her, sad eyes and all.

One could never run far enough from the truth, the person they were meant to be. And even though Tara tried her hardest to forget about her mother, she still found her wherever she went.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I can’t love you how I want to. You can’t love me how I need you to. I guess we’re stuck here again. Alone and estranged,” she whispered, touching the warm glass.

Her mother didn’t say anything. She didn’t even touch Tara back. They just stood there, watching each other. Waiting for one of them to let go.

Neither did.

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Tara was taking a long time in the shower. But she was allowed to. It was their mother’s birthday anyway.

Sam wasn’t stupid. She saw the regression of her sister in the days leading up to this date. Tara had become more irritable and closed off and slept less. More often than not, Sam would wake up and find her little sister staring out the window- waiting for something that would never come.

If she was honest, Sam didn’t quite understand the need Tara had to be loved by someone who didn’t want her. Christina Carpenter couldn’t care for anyone but herself. She didn’t love or need anybody but herself- maybe alcohol, but that’s it. Sam learned that at the age of eight, her parents were not trustworthy people. They were not people that she could depend on.

It was harder for Tara. Sam took over and tried to erase the memories and image of Christina in her little sister’s head- but she couldn't do a good enough job for Tara to forget. She wished she could shake Tara by her shoulders and scream that you don’t need her! I’m here now! You need me! Not her!

But she couldn’t. It wouldn’t be effective. And it wouldn’t be enough. It was hard for Sam to admit that Tara needed more than her. More than her big sister. More than the person who loved her and cared for her when nobody else could.

Sam would tear apart Christina if it helped Tara’s heart beat better. She would kill her, quick and easy, if that were what Tara wanted. Sure, Christina was her mother too, but she was dead to Sam. That woman was nothing but the rotting corpse that plagued her sister’s waking nightmares and reality.

She knows Tara has been in Christina’s fist since they were little- and she knows they’re both bound to their mother by blood. But it was all relative. Tara didn’t owe her mother shit, and Sam desperately wished she could shake that into her little sister.

Here and now, Sam was here. Not their mother. Sam cared for Tara, kept her warm and fed, and put a roof over their heads. She loved Tara like Christina never could.

Only if Tara knew that Sam would do anything, she asked. She would hunt down their mother and rid her of this planet. She would do anything her baby sister asked for.

Tara just needed to ask.

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Finally exiting the bathroom, Tara tried to make a beeline to the bedroom. She needed to be alone. She needed to wilt from the memories of her mother. Unfortunately, she was stopped by her sister.

Sam leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, with a neutral expression. Tara tried to push past her, tried to ignore her.

But Sam wouldn’t budge.

“Just fucking let me pass, Sam. I don’t want to do this now,” she gritted out, trying to hide the wobble in her voice.

Again, Sam didn’t budge. Instead, her big sister pulled her into a hug against her wishes. She tried to struggle against the touch, feebly pushing back at Sam. Her sister didn’t let go, only held her tighter.

“I know you miss her. I know what today means to you. Come here and let me love you, please,” her sister murmured, kissing the side of Tara’s head.

A muffled sob escaped her mouth, and Tara felt her walls crumble. Her sister always knew what she needed. She always knew how to care for Tara.

She wrapped her arms around her big sister, letting her sobs wrack her body, and her tears stained her sister’s shoulder.

As Sam held her, Tara remembered all the times Sam was there, and her mother wasn’t. There was a picture somewhere of Sam teaching Tara how to walk; Sam’s little face lit up with glee as Tara toddled over to her. There was another one of Sam teaching her how to write a bike, Tara's pigtails flying in the wind as Sam ran next to her.

Realistically she knows that Sam is the only one who has been there for her, the only one who has truly loved her. She knows her need for a mother hurts her big sister and cuts her deep. And she also knows that nobody will ever love and protect her as Sam does.

She knows that her mother did a number on them. She knows Sam can’t sleep more than four hours a night, and Tara can’t handle criticism. There were more scars from their mother than acts of love. And there always would be. That would never change.

But she hoped that Sam knew how much she loved her. How deeply she needed her. No matter how much Tara missed their mother, it wouldn’t change how Tara needed Sam.

“I love you, Sammy,” she whispered, her voice muffled against Sam’s shoulder.

She could feel her sister’s breath catch in her throat, choking a bit on the emotions. Tara only hummed and curled her fingers deeper into Sam’s middle, grounding her big sister.

Sam eventually found her voice; although it was choked up and watery, Tara would never stop craving it.

“I love you too, so much. I’m sorry that she still has a chokehold on us. You know I would do anything for you, right?” she thickly said.

Tara nodded against her sister’s chest. “I know. I’ll always need you more than I need her, okay? I promise,”.

Her big sister didn’t say anything, her body shaking with silent cries. It didn’t matter to Tara. She would hold onto her sister until the end of time if it meant she would stay forever.

[hanako-san]

If Tsukasa and Hanako work together why does Hanako say he doesn't understand his brother ? Isn't he his Yourishiro??? What do you think 🤔

I also thought they were working together, but now I'm not so sure. Their cooperation is really very doubtful because two situations make their cooperation non-existent for me:

When Amane repaired the clock belonging to No. 1, Tsukasa remembers it, but Amane doesn't. This means that Tsukasa did something to prevent him from forgetting, which would make sense because it is unknown what he did when in chapter 101 he went to Amane and crouched next to him, and if not him, then no.1 maybe.

I remind you that Amane once wanted to back out of it, but Tsukasa talked him into doing it, and Sakura herself said that she would push Amane's assistant to act, and if she pushed her to act, she would push him too.

Yes, Amane has plans for yorishiros, that's why he needed an assistant, but the fact that they both have a common goal in yorishiros doesn't mean that they have the same plans. Amane may have different plans from Tsukasa. Despite everything, This objection from Amane shows me that he has completely different plans to yorishiros when it comes to destruction.

I don't know how his plan involves protecting and saving Tsukasa, but it's possible that Amane found a way to save his brother. That's why I don't think they work together here.

its another side

Even though I put the thought aside, it doesn't mean that I have given up on the thought. It is unknown what exactly they were talking about when Tsukasa sent her brother's assistant to boundary No. 6

It's complicated… they are complicated in themselves and their family relationship.

Of course, Tsukasa is his yorishiro, but that doesn't rule out not understanding him. Amane admitted that when he returned after his disappearance, he didn't understand him.

He is also known to have seen this hole in Tsukasa. Which means that he knew when he came back that there was something wrong with him and he didn't really understand him because he came back changed, different for him, he saw changes in him that he might not understand and once Amane admitted that Tsukasa is aggressive when he is disturbed at the star festival. Tsukasa's behavior had changed and the fact that he had seen made him feel uncomfortable towards him, but they were still close to each other, they played together, they were together all the time. Amane didn't want to leave him for a minute, it just shows how losing Tsukasa for half a year had affected him.

What I mean is that he didn't understand him, he was distant when they were at Kamome's school. Amane had to find out something. [off topic] I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that Amane was mystery no. 1

btw Even though he doesn't understand his behavior. Amane still loves him with all his heart and is the most important person to him, being Amane's yorishiro is the greatest proof of love,right? Personally, I don't think one should be mutually exclusive. You can love and not understand thats person you love at the same time. But you try to understand it and try. Amane did this before No.1 attempted to erase Tsukasa, but his words were met with rejection and a cold attitude.

Here I come to the point.

Tsukasa before the change was gentle, he did everything to support his brother so he wouldn't be sad, always smiling, bursting with energy. Tsukasa after the change was aggressive, cold, rejecting his brother's love, when he loved spending time with him. That's why,but despite everything he hasn't stopped and will not stop loving him. The fact that Amane doesn't understand him doesn't stop Amane from loving him with all his heart.

That's what I think.

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After all, there are misunderstandings between siblings and they don't always understand each other, right? But despite that, they love each other. Only in Yugi's case it is deeper, the lack of communication, Amane shouting that if he was healthy like Tsukasa he wouldn't need anything more, which personally was not true, and Amane said it in the heat of the moment, and he didn't really mean it. Tsukasa thinking that the words "I love you" mean "I hate you", Amane's unclear declaration that he loves him at the age of 4, all of this has consequences that can be seen

Twins have problems but they don't mind loving each other so much despite their misunderstandings, isn't that proof of true brotherly love? They are so amazing.

Tsukasa thinking that Amane hates him and wants him to disappear, doesn't stop him from loving Amane and does it mainly for him, not Sakura. Amane whose wish is unknown probably does it for Tsukasa for him and I'm sure Amane regrets the words he said at the age of 4 saying that he loves him and doesn't want to lose him and why would he want to if Tsukasa isn't with him, knowing that Tsukasa came back different and something is wrong with him so he loves him with all his heart!!!

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Yes I know that Amane like a mother uttered the words that it's 'not his brother' before the new reality, but if he really thought that way he wouldn't do everything to bring him back after rumors, he doubted, just like his mother doubted. Isn't that human, just like Tsukasa is wrong to think that Amane wants him to disappear, he hates him. Especially since Tsukasa was actually taken over by a weak god, but despite this, Amane can still know that it's his brother.

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I hope everything is understandable and thank you for your ask.

[anonbinaryweirdo]

happy New years everyone :) this is for (almost) all of my mutuals 🫶🏽 vi gave me the motivation I needed to finish this hehe...

irls get their own paragraphs on new years day (suckers)

@floraldresvi — my love, my angel,, you've been an absolute blessing. for as long as I've known you (four months, believe it or not) you've been nothing but sweet and sincere. loving and understanding, even when I don't seem to understand it at all. I'm very thankful for you and everything you've done. I know things are a little rough for you right now and all, but just know that, despite it all, you're still my vi. through the worst of through the best of days, you're still my vi, and nothing will change that, I will still love you all the same, i pinky promise ! <33 thank you for being one of the best things that's happened to me all year. I love you, so so much. I don't think you understand just how much, but trust me, my queen, I really do adore you. <3

@ilyuu — yui, my sunshine.. you're something I look forward to seeing in my notifs from the very second I wake. even through the days where you don't feel yourself, you still carry the entire sun with you and it brings a smile to my face every time. like I said with vi; i appreciate you, and everything you've ever done for me. 2023 hasn't necessarily been kind to me, and I can't remember a thing about it before.. July? but you're something I could never forget. your optimism is something that's held me up for the longest, and I thank you for it, full heartedly. I love you and your absolute silliness, dear <3

@noxs-daydream — moony !! my favorite chao. you're really cool, and I'm glad we've kept in touch for like. a year, haha,, you're a really sweet and understanding person as well. enjoy seeing you on my dash and in my notifs, even if we don't talk as much. that's partially on me,, I've been deliberately trying to avoid talking to you to appease my guilt,, but it's coming to be a new year ! so, we'll see,, but I'm always happy to be able to talk to you !! out of everyone in the garden, I'm glad I kept in touch with you the most. you're kinda like a big sibling to me, hehe,, that being said; I love you <3

@mondaymelon — ah, so we meet again. my twin. you're a genuinely funny and amazing guy.. can't believe we haven't met before?? we get along well (where it matters) and we both have an amazing taste in chaos, so it was only a matter of time before we go to meet one another. aside from being funny, you're really cool and sweet, and it's always so nice to talk to you, even when I'm convinced you have some sort of rabies. jkjk hehe, I love you tho <3 never change

@alexisomnias — Alexis my sweet baby D: you're so sweet and kind and... aaa it's always so nice to see you in my notifs <3 I love everything you have to say, from thoughts about kaveh, to ramblings about your OCS, your joy is infectious and never fails to bring a smile to my face, big sis. you're so sweet and I wish we could talk moreee !! i love you sm <3

@lillonvia — I'd like to talk to you some more ! we just met as the year was ending, so why not use the new year as a means to get to know each other better? love ya <3

@raingoesboomboom — birthday twin !! like the prior, I believe we should talk more :D you seem like a genuinely fun and chill guy, and it was a shame I didn't get to talk to you as much as I wanted to during the few months we've known each other.. so let's get to know each other a little more next year :D

@mysnowmanandmebaby — JOOOOOOO !! :D hehe you're so silly and fun to talk to !! you're really nice and cool and just omg. i was scared to talk to you at first despite finding you cool because of the minors dni thing.. but I'm glad you allowed me to talk to you and get to know you a bit :D I also believe that you are very funny because you make me giggle and everything else 🫶🏽 I see a lot of people on here as big siblings... and you're no exception; love you <e

@nordicbananas — omg is that the coolest mushroom EVER OMG?? no but you're so silly and like so fun and so cool and like. everything. everytime I see u in my notifs I gasp in a :D way because of how silly you are hehehe,, I love you, timezone stealer <3

@k1an4a — YOU 🫵🏽 you silly soul of a mf we need to talk moreee😭 you're so funny like what <//3 m always happy to see you around even if you aren't as active or if we don't talk a lot. you're just really silly :] love ya <3

@auroratumbles — you cutie !! I'm glad I got to keep you in my basement all year <33 don't worry I promise I'll let you go this new year hehehe... maybe. you're just a cutie patootie and I needed to keep the cutie to myself :( you're really sweet and nice and a joy to talk to when I'm not holding you hostage hehe. i love you tho <3

@aphroditesswan — you. you you YOU pls talk to me more I think you're really cool <//3 the times we talked you were really nice and I think we could be good friends :D love ya <3

@delusina — my sweet horizon.. I know you're on hiatus, but I'm including you anyway because you are. so sweet and amazing. I'm glad I could get to know you, and I hope for the best for you and your brother come this year because I just. i believe you deserve to be loved and cherished despite whatever you might think :) m here for you kazzie, I love you <3

@maehemthemisfit — I don't know where you might have gone, but I havent forgotten about you !! i hope you're doing alright, and I wish you a late Merry Christmas and a great new years mae. you're very sweet and very big sibling and you're just really cool in general,, glad we could be friends :) I hope to talk to you more this year, if you ever have the time. i love you <3

@n3r0-1417 — sunflower :D (I'm never stopping with this nickname) you're a really cool person and. very funny I believe. i always like it whenever I'm able to talk to you, even if it isn't a lot,, another potentially big sibling person :D happy New year to you albedo and Apollo and I love you guys <3

@m1shapanda — the silly !! i love your art and I think you're really fun !! aaaa I wish we could talk smoree.. also I'm bonking you on the head and telling you to start resting and taking more breaks <//3 love u tho <3

@soleillunne — lyssy <33 I apologize for the things you've had to see on this blog this year. I can assure you, you will see the same stuff next year 💞 AKHDKHD okay okay but I think you were the third big sibling figure to me on this app/website, and you're so sweet and really amazing :D every time I wake up and see your notifications on my lock screen I smile and go "lyssas active :D !!" i stalk your blog alot,, <//3 you're so amazing my pearl, I love you <3

@https-furina — perse !! i didn't tell you the nickname I had for you omg,, i was between both my ocean and my waterfall, because everytime I think of you I think of pretty waters,, anyways hello :D I hope you're alright <33 omg I'd love to talk to you more,, you're really silly and super nice?? everytime I see you and Alyssa paired together in my notifs I smile and i immediately have to see what's going on with you two, I think you two are really sweet :]] i hope i get to talk to you more !! love you <33

@papiliotao — you absolutely cutie of a patootie. remember when you willingly became my mother? good times.. SDJKD you scared the living hell out of me when we were first getting acquainted and,,, I think it's a bit silly now, considering the fact that you're literally one of my most adorable mutuals ever what😭I hope you're doing alright moonlight, I love you <33

@mikacynth — I MISS YOU. :( I hope you've been alright with your studies, and you are one of the nicest souls. second ever big sibling figure I've had on here !! i adore you, you're the cutiest ever !! i hope you'll be able to come back and talk to us some day, we alk miss you snowball :(( i love you !! happy New Year and belated Christmas <3

[sohnric]

spread some love !

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

sweet anon this is such a cute ask let me reply right away or else i'll forget

@satoruly - miri is my longest friend on here. she knows me, she gets me and i honestly have never had a healthier friendship than with her. she is very well spoken, she taught me a lot about lots of different things, she offers me honest advice and is always so supportive of me. she is the best writer around, she is so so fun to talk to, she is very understanding and openminded. miri is my soulmate and i feel the safest with her. i enjoy listening to her long voice memos like it's a podcast, i enjoy hearing her talk about literally anything she is interested in. she has good tv show recommendations and i am so proud of her for everything and i will support her forever and always. it's hard for me to put emotions to words, but miri is my best friend and i am beyond thankful to know her in this lifetime.

@csenke - my favorite long distance friend our bond will forever be special to me because you're the first online person i've ever met irl. i love her energy, i love her sense of humor, i love how we can talk about fun things but also more serious ones. i love her aesthetic and i forever think she is the coolest person i know. i like how vocal she is with the love she has for her interests and her idols and her favorite musicians. i enjoy how our music tastes match and how similar we are with different phases of our lives, which makes me believe we are platonic neighbors for sure. she's very fun to be around and talk to and i admire her courage and also her energy. she's very easy-going and down to earth. she's so cool yet so adorable. also, an icon.

@from-izzy - izzy is the asian version of me and i am the white version of her. i like her humor and the way we tease each other and poke fun. i enjoy having someone with the same major as my online friend because it lets me talk about this nerdy interest of mine with someone else and compare our knowledge and teach each other more. i admire izzy's emotionality and her mature way of handling things. i like her supportiveness and even though its unfortunate, it's good to have someone who shares the same struggles with you. i love izzy's energy and view of life. she's very cute and kind <3 oh and also she makes me feel special lol

@sanaxo-o - i'd like to say me and sana have chaotic sibling energy. i like our chats because we can talk about lighthearted things but also more deep stuff. i like her stickers and random meme pictures she sends in chat. she works hard and puts in a lot of effort. her energy is unmatched and although we used to bully each other for fun, she is very compassionate and caring.

@sungbeam - i adore beam as both a creator and as a person. i always sound like a fangirl whenever i talk about her but i really can't help it. her mind is so big and her creativity is unmatched. she is very good at her craft and i hope she never stops doing it. our talks were always very deep and productive, for some reason. beam has this energy of being older than me but she's actually younger so that makes me a lil :DD. i look up to her in many aspects and she's so cool omg.

@cloverdaisies - another one that feels like she's supposed to be older than me. i adore clo's maturity and the way she handles things, her humor and her over-all energy. we don't talk much but there's something that lights up in me whenever we do. also i find clo so cool. OH and her writing is unmatched >>>

@decembermoonskz - another friend that's known me for ages. izzy you are such an anchor and a safe space for me. i've always adored your mind and the way it works. you are so creative and artistic and i support you in everything your majestic mind comes up with. your persona is so warm and welcoming and i feel very positive whenever we talk. i miss you lots <3

@okkotsu-simp - kyuzu is forever my younger sister. she is very strong and very mature for her age. i adore how she speaks up and uses her voice on things and i also very much enjoy her energy. i miss talking to her but we're both so busy now :( i am always rooting for her.

@injangism - i admire her maturity and the way she is so well-spoken. she handles everything so well and i love her lots. she always makes sure to subtly tell me she cares and i wish i can to the same to her as well. her mind is very big and i know she can do big things. <3

and lastly my sweet aimee, although we can't talk anymore, i think of you daily. you were the sweetest, nicest person around. you were so selfless and i hope to one day be as kind as you were. your smile was always the brightest and i trusted you with everything. i miss you dearly and let's hope one day we meet again, angel <3

[willowsz-plants]

This is an appreciation post for someone who doesn’t think they’re amazing.

Ah, yes. Hello there. As you can tell from the title, the big large letters, this is an appreciation post! For my online mother, @rfswitchart.

Now, my relationship with RF started on my previous account, one of which got marked ‘explicit’ falsely. Me, her, and another one of our mutuals, her partner, actually, were talking through a little reblog. Now, me and RF have been mutuals for 6 MONTHS. And I already know how wonderful she is.

During our little reblog-chat, she did something on accident that she thought may have offended me. That’s whenever she DM’d me. She apologized for what she did, and said she wouldn’t do it again. Now, in my mind, this was the SWEETEST THING EVER. RF was automatically a treasured mutual. She didn’t have to apologize! But she did.

NOW! Moving on from that. That’s whenever RF started to chat more. We talked pretty frequently, also tagging eachother in little picrew things, etcetera.

Now. Here comes the fun part!

I remember one time she tagged me and a few other mutuals in a post about something in her fanfiction, how she was the only one of us to give Hunter a dog. I laughed about it because then, I wasn’t a writer. I said I was a bit too nervous to write, and she TOTALLY cheered me on, which she has with multiple others.

Now, it took me a LONG time to get out of my shell and start writing. I DM’d RF about it, asking what I should write. She said I should write about what I like, from the heart. That’s when I started my first fanfiction! RF was and is honestly my main inspiration! She’s always cheering me and others on, always encouraging us to do MORE. Get out of our comfort zones.

And I got SO much more love than I expected.

I remember getting my first bookmark on my fanfiction and CRYING. I was quite literally in tears of joy.

Props to RF for that.

Then, one fateful day, I got ballsy enough to ask her to be my beta reader. Her response?

‘Abso fucking lutely.’

I. Was. ECSTATIC. Especially that it was my biggest inspiration, being MY beta reader! I was shocked!

Ever since she started being my beta reader, my vocabulary AND writing has grown much better. I started getting better with writing longer things, and add DETAILS.

Yet again, props to RF.

Now. I made an appreciation post for a bunch of my mutuals! RF was who I wrote the most about, as I had the most to say about her.

She said she was about ready to adopt me as either a little sibling or a child. I said yes, as I have both mommy issues and daddy issues. She practically is a maternal figure now.

Now, we talk more in DM’s, we’ve traumabonded, we’ve shared stories, we’ve shared things that embarrass us (RF, when you see this, you’ll know what I’m talking about!), and multiple other things.

Also, RF helped me realize that I was bi-gender! She really told me to go with what I felt like, and not to let anybody effect that.

So? In conclusion, thank you, RF. Thank you for being a wonderful person to me and multiple others, being a great inspiration, and being a maternal figure to me. Thank you for being my found family.

You’re awesome. Don’t forget it!