#i feel ✨️overwhelmed✨️

[tardis--dreams]

It's a weird feeling to be officially called my beloved ex-colleague's successor in his last emails and his absence note. Like. People are Actually gonna contact me regarding this journal now huh,

[thecasualfkfan]

Bro I really really want whatever relationship that Kanaphan dude and that Thanawat dude has.

[asterlark]

i forgot to post about it here but after months of looking i found a new job!! i'll be making over $6 more per hour than i am currently, be in a union for the first time, & generally have really great benefits/less stress & i'm very excited and grateful :'')

[pink--moss]

we haven’t talked in a bit but hope all is well and of course i love your blog ♥️

This was so sweet, thank you!! 🥺🩷 I am doing well, and I hope you are too!! 🫶🏻✨️

Also, feel free to talk to me whenever 🩷🩷

[connorsui]

“Believing in love”

Sylus x fem! reader

Synopsis: Amidst the dazzling lights of a futuristic city, you confront your fears of love

Genre/warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, soft sylus, reader who doesn't believe in the concept of love, emotional trauma, vulnerability, discussions of betrayal, past trauma for reader, sylus just wants to love you for you and nothing else, hurt/Comfort, emotional healing, small fluff, slow burn, hints of trust issues

Note: okaaayyyyyyy I went overboard this was originally going to be a short imagine ..like maybe five hundred words or less with the concept: “I don't believe in love” and “I'll show you what it can be” – I wasn't planning on this to be a full fledged one shot…but hey …I ain't gonna complain any further my brain is just doing its job ✨️

w.c: 1.8K

The city hums beneath you, a symphony of noise and light, but your mind is far from the chaos below. You keep your gaze fixed on the skyline, as if it holds the answers you can’t seem to find. Beside you, Sylus’ breath is ragged, his desperation barely concealed as he clings to your wrist. You can feel the tremble in his fingers despite the firmness of his grip, as though he’s trying to hold you together—or perhaps, to keep you from drifting away.

“Why do you always attempt to leave me? What is it that I’m doing wrong?” His voice is soft, almost pleading, a rare break in his usually stoic demeanor. He’s searching your face for something—anything—but you remain still, letting the weight of his words hang in the air.

He clutches you tighter, not forcefully, but in a way that tells you he’s afraid you might vanish into the night, just like the countless times before. The emptiness in your silence gnaws at him, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything.

“Sweetheart…” His voice cracks, the word nearly lost in the wind. “I’m not one to beg, but if it means I’ll get an answer from you, then I’ll lower myself.”

You glance down as you hear the rustle of fabric, your eyes catching the sight of Sylus sinking to one knee. A proud man, reduced to pleading. The weight of his devotion presses down on you, suffocating in ways you hadn’t expected.

“I wish for an answer. Any answer from you.”

But still, you say nothing. The flood of emotions you’ve buried for so long stirs within you, threatening to overwhelm. The city lights blur in your vision, turning into a kaleidoscope of glowing orbs, and suddenly, your throat tightens. You want to speak, but the words are tangled in your chest, caught in the rising tide of emotion.

“It’s… it’s not that I wish to ignore everything you’ve done,” you start, your voice shaky and weak, barely audible over the rushing wind. “It doesn’t mean I hate you, or that you're not trying hard enough. I care for you. I do.”

Your breath hitches, your heart pounding against your ribs, as tears, hot and unrelenting, streak down your face.

“I want to love you, Sylus. I want to be near you every day, to feel what it means to love someone, to truly understand it. But I…” Your voice cracks, the word foreign on your tongue. Your chest tightens, the familiar sting of betrayal flashing in your mind, the memories you’ve fought so hard to suppress now rushing back in vivid detail.

Before you can break down any further, Sylus pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you like a shield from the world. His warmth seeps into you, steadying you amidst the storm inside.

“Shhh… it’s alright. Come here.”

His voice is soothing, and for a moment, you let yourself relax in his hold. You breathe out slowly, though each exhale feels labored. Your chest rises and falls as you try to calm the sobs threatening to tear through you. His hands gently cradle your face as he wipes the tears away with the pad of his thumb, his touch delicate but firm, as if assuring you he won’t let go.

“I’m scared…” Your words spill out between quiet gasps, your chest heaving as you finally let out the weight you’ve carried for so long. “I’m so scared, Sylus. I’ve loved before, countless times… and neither time was it ever given back.”

Sylus' embrace tightens, his chin resting atop your head as he rocks you gently. His voice, though calm, carries a raw edge of determination, as though he’s willing his words into reality.

“I can show you what it can be,” he whispers against your ear. “I’ll show you what love should feel like, what it should be… No one in this entire city is more deserving of that than you.”

His hand rests against your back, moving in slow, soothing circles.

“I just need you to believe in me. let me show you that I can give you the love you’ve been searching for.”

You close your eyes, the weight of his words settling into your chest, pushing against the wall you’ve built around your heart. For a moment, there’s only the sound of your breathing, the quiet murmur of the city below, and the cold wind that carries the scent of the night sky. Moonlight bathes the two of you, casting silver across the rooftop as if the world has stilled for this one moment.

And though the fear still lingers at the edges of your mind, something shifts within you. Perhaps it’s the warmth of his touch, or the sincerity in his voice. But for the first time, you allow yourself to believe in the possibility.

Yet he keeps himself steady, his grip tightens—not out of force, but from desperation, as if he’s holding on to more than just your body. He’s holding on to the very idea of you, of the two of you.

“I don’t need you to say you love me, not now, not in this hour, not tomorrow” he murmurs into your hair. “I just need you to trust that I will. That I already do.”

His words pierce through the walls you’ve spent so long building. The fortress around your heart cracks, letting in the first tendrils of warmth you’ve felt in ages. You try to push him away, afraid of being vulnerable, but his hold remains firm—not possessive, just secure. Safe.

“But Sylus—” you whisper between breaths, your voice breaking.

“I’m not like you. I don’t know how to—how to do this. Every time… I let someone in, they ripped pieces out of me until there was nothing left to give...so, even if you say you love me… what can I give you..when there's nothing? ”

He pulls back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. His red eyes soften, the intensity that so often burned with dominance now a smoldering ember of understanding.

“You think there’s nothing left to give,” he murmurs, “but every broken piece of you is still yours to offer. And I’ll take them, even if they don’t fit together perfectly. I don’t care if you feel shattered. I’ll hold onto every fragment until you’re ready to trust me with the rest.”

Your chest heaves as you fight for control over your emotions, but the more you resist, the harder it becomes. Sylus’s steady gaze undoes you. How could someone like him—so powerful, so untouchable—look at you as if you were the most fragile thing in the universe?

“ — and yet there will be days you think I don’t know fear?” he continues, his voice low, barely above a whisper. “You think I don’t wonder every day if I’m enough for you? That I’ll lose you before you ever truly belonged to me?”

The vulnerability in his words makes you flinch. You’ve seen Sylus command entire fleets, face enemies without a trace of fear, and yet here he is, baring himself before you. It’s too much—too raw. But it’s also exactly what you needed to hear.

“I’m not a perfect man, and I won’t pretend I am," he adds. "But I will never stop trying for you. Not for a second or an hour or a day of my life"

His thumb brushes the last of your tears away, and for a moment, all that exists is the sound of the wind whipping around you, the lights of the city flickering beneath your feet, and the quiet hum of your hearts—one racing, the other steady.

You finally exhale, the weight of your emotions loosening its grip just enough for you to speak again.

“What if I’m broken?” you choke out. “What if there’s nothing left that is untouched for you to love?”

Sylus’s lips quirk into a sad but tender smile.

“It doesn't matter if any part of you is left …untouched ” he says softly. “When I mean I would love ..you ..I mean you .. Every part of you…that I have fallen in love with”

His words settle into you like a balm, soothing wounds you didn’t realize were still bleeding. You’ve spent so long believing that love was something to fear, something that would eventually turn on you and leave you empty. But Sylus is showing you a different kind of love—one that doesn’t demand perfection but offers patience. One that doesn’t expect you to be whole but promises to stay, even when you’re not.

Your body, tense and guarded for so long, begins to relax in his arms. You close your eyes and lean into him fully for the first time, allowing yourself to be held—not because you’re weak, but because, for once, you don’t have to be strong.

You stay like that for what feels like hours, wrapped up in each other as the city continues its ceaseless rhythm below. The cold air bites at your skin, but neither of you care. Not when the warmth of Sylus’s embrace keeps the rest of the world at bay.

Eventually, you speak again, your voice quieter, more vulnerable than before.

“I don’t know how to let go” you admit.

Sylus shifts slightly, enough to look into your eyes again.

“And, you don’t have to,” he replies. “I’m not asking you to forget anything that has happened to you then or anything that has happened to you in the months or years away. I just wish for you to allow me to be part of your future.”

Your breath hitches, but you don’t pull away this time. Instead, you let the weight of his words sink in. He isn’t asking for grand promises or declarations. He’s asking for a chance—a chance to be the person you turn to, the one who stays when others would leave.

“Would you allow me?” Sylus asks softly, almost pleading.

“Can you let me in?”

There’s a long pause as the world around you holds its breath. Then, finally, you nod.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice trembling. “I’ll try.”

And with that, the dam inside you breaks. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you can learn to love again.

Sylus would show you how much you mean to him ..✨️

[ghostlyferrettarot]

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•Pile 1: The hierophant, the empress, the two of wands.

Hi pile 1! I feel a lot of mature energy from this person, this a mentor/spiritual teacher for you. This person can be older than you, it has a lot of love for you as well, i get grand-parents vibes. There could be an important decision that you have to make right now, you can be torn between two paths; they are coming to tell you not to worry, you will know the right desicion when the time comes and in case you feel overwhelmed you can ask for guidance and they will help. You may be worry about you financial situation as well; don't worry about it, whatever seeds you plant will flurish succesfully. I sense a lot of love from this person, it feels like an strict mentor that has a soft spot for you and want to see you at your fullest potential, they want to see you step into your empress/emperor energy.

★Signs: the color green, golden jewerly, earth signs, hummingbirds.

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•Pile 2: Nine of swords, nine of wands, wheel of furtune.

Hi pile 2! I feel like you may be going through or has gone through a rough time, things have not been working out for you and you feel lost and discouraged.

This person is coming thrugh to reassure you that everything will be fine, after every storm, the rainbow comes. I sense masculine energy, it feels like a best friend/significant other who is gonna help you get through this. Whatever it is that happened you can have the safety that things will start to go on your favor, it may have even started for some of you. This phase was a significant one for you and although it was hard it has helped you heal and better up. This person energy it so encouraging, i feel a really platonic connection between the two of you, i see a lot of holding hands haha so maybe this could be important, it's so sweet; what a beautiful energy to have around pile 2!

★Signs: doves, light blue colors, i see a man with a beard, butterflys ✨️

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•Pile 3: The lovers, five of swords, three of swords.

Hi pile 3! I see that you have been prioritazing yourself lately, cutting people off and making important changes in order to keep you mental health in check, so proud of all your growth pile 3! This person it's someone who loves you really deeply, it feels more romantic than the other piles. I feel like this is a reward, this person will come into your life as a reward for all you hard work and improvent that you made. That are really excited to meet you, i see puppy eyes, full adoration from this person towards you.

The main massage that they want to tell you it's that they know its hasn't been easy for you, others probably hurt you, maybe it was "friends" or family members. They want to tell you that they are proud of you and that they cannot wait to meet you, for some of you maybe you have already met! This person energy its so caring and wholesome, so beautiful pile 3!

★Signs: oranges,summer, color orange and yellow, dogs, honey, i see tea for some reason, maybe they are more of a tea person reather than coffee.

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[russellsppttemplates]

i love how you write all your readers being employed misses! maybe Franco surprising his girlfriend at work when he knows she's really overwhelmed with a lot of work

Note: this is very self indulgent after the week I just had

"I'll see you tonight, handsome - I'm not sure when I'll get back, but hopefully in time for us to make something for dinner" was the last thing Franco heard from you when he got back from his workout, seeing you put on your work backpack, carrying another big file and a totebag full of toys and activities.

The routine was back and this was one of the busiest times of the year for you, so while he understood the demands of your job, he also knew how quickly it could get too much and how it took you even longer to admit that you were overwhelmed.

Getting ready to go out, your boyfriend showered and left the apartment, a to-do list in his notes app that he wanted to complete before lunch time. The market was open today, so he stopped at the different spots he needed to get everything he wanted, packing them into his car and driving to your workplace.

You were updating the patient files, detailing what happened in the sessions when you noticed your lunchtime approaching, hastening your writing as you were hoping yo have the full break before going back for a full afternoon.

"Hello, good morning!", you recognised the all too familiar accent down the hall, "Is Y/N still in her office?".

As you heard the receptionist say yes, you walked to meet them at the front, shaking your head in disbelief as you watched your boyfriend stand there, big smile on his face as soon as he spotted you, "Hi, mi amor".

"Hello, Fran", you smiled back, "what brings you here? We're closed for new bookings, I'm afraid".

"It's a good thing then, because I came here to whisk you away for lunch - at what time do you have your next appointment?", he asked.

Before you could answer, the repeceptionist was quick to speak, "three o'clock!", getting a playful side eye from you, "Y/N, it's called a lunch break because you shouldn't do any work during that time! Go and enjoy it, please!".

Accepting it and realising you needed a break, you went back to your office to make sure everything was tidy and organised before being escorted out, bidding the receptionist goodbye as she, too, was going home for her break.

"Thank you for taking me out of there", you began as you let Franco guide you along the sidewalk, "it was getting a bit too much and I could feel myself start to flip out".

"I noticed these past couple of days you have come home very tired, and you're trying to put on a big, brave face and you don't need to. In there", he pointed in the direction of your workplace, "I get it that you have to seem fine but at home, with me, you can be vulnerable and feel everything else, okay?", he offered.

The love you felt for him grew even bigger in that moment as you stopped for a moment, kissing his lips and hugging his waist so you could continue on your way, "thank you, I love you so much", you mumbled.

"We're getting the food from the car, because there is a very nice park around here and I want us to enjoy your break outside with fresh food!", he smiled, taking out a bag and lacing your hand back in his.

You found a table that was vacant and spread out all of the fresh food Franco brought, "the lady at the market said it was fresh baked this morning, and I know you love bread and olives", he said non chalantly as you exaggerated a moan at how good the food was.

Franco sat next to you and you quickly cuddled up to him, enjoying the feeling of comfort he was providing you. This was your space to be yourself, insecurities, vulnerabilities and all.

"This was a good idea, no?", Franco asked, pecking the side of your head.

"Yes, thank you so much, love", you smiled, snuggling closer to him, "I needed to get away from that desk".

"You can always count on me to do that, amor, always", he squeezed you against his body.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[tinydefector]

Ok ok i thought about this and for me it's sounds funny.

Sooo on the comic where everyone just found out that Rung is god you know where Rodimus, Rachet, Whirl and Tyrest and others having existing crisis and the part where Whirl said "God was my therapist" and then I thought about it, how funny it would be if cybertronian or human MC/reader said something like "I was fuck by said God" like if said cybertronian/human was in relationship with Rung and everyone reaction (plus Tyrest too since I think he's a god fanatic) 😂😂😂😂

XD omg so I had a bit of a joke piece about fucking God over in this fic. But it gets even better that thought of Tyrest being a God fanatic and hating Organics. The horror when he finds out Primus is with a human, watch this mech just break down.

Everyone's optics and eyes are on Rung, and the mech stands there wishing attention wasn't on him. Rodimus paces back and forth, Ratchet just stares off into a wall wish above all he wasn't here right now. Whirl, for the first time, is so quiet that it makes everyone so uncomfortable. And then there was the human just looking up at Rung in shock, dismay? They really didn't know how they felt in that moment.

Rodimus finally speaks. "OK, ok, but how the Frag!, Your Primus! All this time, you have just been what? Hiding on cybertron, having a vacation!" He asked. He was bitter about this, as much as he wanted to blame Rung for everything, cybertron falling apart, his home, and the matrix in truth it wasn't his fault. After all wasn't he doing the exact same thing, running away because he didn't want to be a prime, he wasn't suited for it, he didn't want to live in Optimus' shadow and have that shame over him. He'd take being co captain with Megatron over having to be in Optimus' shadow any cycle.

Ratchet, on the other hand, just wants a strong drink. He had never been a believe in gods, yet here he was finding out the the mech who had been the Lost Light's therapist, had been a neutral throughout the war, had a space ship collection older then some mechs was Primus. It was just his luck. "Does anyone else know?" He asked, trying to be the level-headed one of the group.

Rung removes his glasses, and the stress and exhaustion are very visible on his faceplate. "Drift, I believe, he's, he's always suspected something," Rung explains. He wasn't sure, but he's rather sure that Drift knows what he is.

Whirl finally laughs. "This is Fragged. How in the Pit did I end up this fragging, unlucky that my slagging therapist is Fragging Primus!" They shout, they don't know if they are angry, hurt or just overwhelmed, so much had been fried in their circuitry after the Emputra but this, this felt like a sick joke. All the things he had told Rung now feel like they were confessions.

Tyrest is baffled. He doesn't know whether to fall to his knees or call blasphemy, but the evidence is right there in front of his optics.

Rung is sheepish as he looks to the human. He's hoping they don't hate him. "I know this is alot for you all to take in, I'm sorry you all had to find out this way, I'm sincerely sorry for everything that has happened" He calls out to the group. He goes to continue only to be cut off.

"Fuck my life, Swerve is never going to let me live this down" the human stammers out. Everyone's optics are on them, a flush tints Rungs plating. "Please we don't need to bring that-" He's cut off again.

"The fact that I've unknowingly been getting Railed by Primus!" They exclaim only for Rung to hide behind one of his servos as multiple mech's Jaws drop at those words.

"HAH, and i thought I was Fragged!" Whirl screeched, finding humour in the situation. The other mechs look just as shocked and disgusted. "No, I refuse. That's blasphemy. Please tell me you haven't been interfacing with an organic!" Tyrest almost pleaded, hoping by the all spark that it wasn't true.

Rodimus pinches his brow ridge. He could feel his processor hurting from all this information. "Slagging Pit," he grumbles. " I Owe Sunstreaker so much Shainx now," he huffs. "OK, ok. Rung's Primus, and he's fragging a human." He throws his servos up in the air, being overly dramatic.

Ratchet just glares at the two. "They both of you are to report to medical for an examination after this, You" he points right at Rung. " I have some rather choice words for you," he states before stalking off, leaving.

The human looks at the floor, and the true panic is taking over. "Oh fuck, I've been fucking an Alien God who's also my therapist" they mutter to themself, tears starting to well up in their eyes and Rung kneels down cupping their face and wiping the tears away. "I didn't mean to upset you," he says softly. Optics focused on them. " I don't want this to change anything between us. You mean a great deal to me, and I don't want to lose you," he murmurs to them, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead.

The sound of the others arguing and fighting drowns out as Rung focuses on his little lover. "I'm not angry, Rung, Primus, or whatever name you want to go by, but... but I'm a human, a random fucking human so why me. Why me? " they nearly sob as he scoops them up, pulling them against his frame.

"My dear, I'm the the holy being everyone believes I am, I'm just a very old mech, who did what he could to stop something bad from happening, alot fo the tales told are very twisted stories. I'm just a mech, I'm not some holy being. And as for why you. You were the first person to remember my name, you took an interest in my hobbies, I would have happily faded into dust unknown but you choose me" he coos softly. Digits tracing their cheeks as he looks at them in pure love.

"But an Organic!" Tyrest hisses out as he watches how sweet and tender Rung is with the human. Is Rodimus who speaks up next. "Ah ah, remember each time to talk badly about organic races you lose Shanix which goes right into my account!~" Rodimus sings out, trying to make light of the situation for his own mental stability.

"You two are fragged and Slag, and I thought I had issues!" Whirl huffs before pointing at Rung. "Not a word about our therapy session to anyone, God or not, I will end you." Whirl nearly snarls before transforming and taking off.

"But you are Primus! You could have your choice of any cybertronian, pillars in your name cities, why have you hidden for so long!" Tyrest utters, he wants to be angry, but at the same time, this was Primus. How could he.

Rung meets his optics. "Because that's not the type of mech I am, I did what I had to to stop Unicron, I got sick of people trying to put me on a pedestal, I wanted to live, live my life, to enjoy hobbies, travel, I gave up my old frame for the ability to live" he states. He wouldn't change his choices even if he had the ability to. He was content.

________

MC: "Swerve get me a strong drink!"

Swerve: "heya what got you so rilled up, partner problems? Give me all the juicy details."

MC: staring him dead in the optics. "Swerve, Rung is Primus"

Swerve: "Well, I wouldn't call him that, I mean, he must be a good frag but doubt that"

MC: "No Swerve, Rung is Primus, I've been fucking your God, why me, how did I get to this point"

Swerve: "you know what let me get you a double"

--

Rung: "this is a mess, I need to get myself a Therapist"

Swerve: "well doc tell me all your woos, I'm the closest your gonna get for therapy"

Rung: " ships having a meltdown over my past and the fact I'm with a human"

Swerve: " eh, heard worse, your squishy things your Primus"

Rung: " yes, well that's also part of the issue"

---

Whirl: "soo.... Rung huh?"

Mc: "Please, I don't want to talk about it"

Whirl: "What part, the part where you're fragging the ships Therapist or the part where your Fragging Primus."

MC: "Oh my fucking God Whirl!"

Whirl: "Ah, ah, your fucking my God not the other way round!"

---

MC: "fuck you Tyrest, you owe Rodimus more money now, from being a Xenophobe."

Tyrest: "Like, I would ever let you within five meters of my frame you disgusting little creatin. Your insults mean nothing to me. Filthy little flesh thing"

MC: " just remember it's your Beloved Primus who's fragging me!, yea!, your beloved God prefers fragging me!"

Tyrest: *the most horrified noise ever* " You take the Blastphamy Back!"

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[icarusredwings]

Thinking about how when Logan looks at Wade in different senerios he gets different feelings but then SOMETIMES he gets slapped in the face and overwhelmed with emotions.

Wade could be all dolled up in a short little red dress, their wig on and tall heels, giggling and everything, and Logan would be

"Hmm.. pretty"

Logan can see him in his suit, lifting up a guy and slamming his skull into the ground like john cena. "Hmm.. hot."

But- BUUT

The MOMENT

And I mean the SECOND he sees Wade curled up on the couch, eating ramen noodles (because its the only safe food he can keep down right now), a trash can full of vomit next to him, litsening to him yapping about the gilmore girls plot with puppins sleeping at his feet, that are tucked up into the couch and SUDDENLY-

"HMM!? 💓💗💖💝💘💞💫✨️♥️🫀💥💢‼️⁉️"

Logan is staring at him like he hasn't been fed. His heart is pounding so hard that he dosn't even realize that he's heaving, staring like he's going to eat him.

"Uhhh... you want a bite?" He asks, offering him a bite of noodles.

Only for Logan to practically pounce on him, pull him into his lap, and hold him there, starting to growl lowly with such predatory eyes.

"I- Wolvie! What's gotten into you? Haha! Oh yeah? So this is how you're going to be?"

"Gggrr.."

"Aye don't growl at me mister. Im not the one suddenly being all possesive."

"Hmph.."

I can see him not letting wade leave the bed when he's too sick, not caring what he has to do, putting his nails into his arm as he pulls him back into the matress, holding him like a koala, growling at him louder each time he protests or squirms. Sometimes, he bites the back of his neck and growls in a quiet purr until Wade finally gets the hint to just give up and take a nap.

It's not unheard of for logan to take wades phone when it rings, tell who ever it is to fuck off, put it on silent and slide it under the bed either. (This ussually results in whining and logan kissing wade until hes not upset anymore, because obviously thats the correct way to soothe a fussy cancer patiant right?? Maybe)

[normal-internet-user]

BEING ADOPTED INTO THE KENT FAMILY WOULD INCLUDE...

Showing up at the Kent family farm nervous as all hell.

Your new parents did their best to make you comfortable and at ease on the rather long drive to your new home,

But nerves were natural.

And such was evident at your rather quiet approach.

You didn't really feel like chatting, even if your new parents seemed nice enough.

It was... weird.

You went from living in city suburbs with couples looking to make themselves look better by adopting a 'troubled teen' to being surrounded by corn in the middle of nowhere Kansas.

You had two new brothers appearently. According to Lois.

Jon and Kon.

Funny.

When you'd met Clark he seemed like he was deliberatly trying to make himself smaller and less threatening.

Which was kinda funny because of how comically jacked he was for a reporter.

Your first night wasn't too overwhelming.

Your new family gave you time to settle in, and you even had your own room which was super nice.

It was like a complete blank slate, completely your own to make cozy and comfy.

You settled in surprisingly quickly, Jon was definitly a big help in putting you at ease.

He took it upon himself to show you how to do the chores.

Weeding the garden, feeding the animals, and changing their hay, it was a great way to get to know your little brother.

He also roped you into staying up a little later to play video games in his room.

You were almost positive Clark and Lois knew, and just didn't say anything.

Kon was like the cool brother that showed up to be your partner in crime then dipped.

He didn't live on the farm, he had told you he was roommates with afew of his friends.

Like one of those early 2000's sitcoms.

Clark did his absolute best to be the father figure you'd never actually had.

He helped with your schoolwork, encouraged your hobbies and was overjoyed to give you advice when you asked.

For such a big guy, it was certainly decieving.

He was like tne sweetest person you'd ever met, and even taught you how to do things like crochet and bake.

Lois is a powerhouse of a mother.

If you have any problems in school she's on it before it can become an issue.

Bullying? Dealt with.

Bad grades? What's the problem, sweety?

And as you started to get more... comfortable in your new home, you noticed that there were some odd things about your new family.

Regular everyday things resulted in broken items.

Wether it was Clark breaking a glass,

Jon breaking the handle on the barns sliding door,

Even Kon accidentally broke the faucet when he visited.

Speaking of Kon.

He sure visits alot for someone who lives out of state.

Huh.

He must be spending a whole lot on plane tickets.

And the whole family was weirdly aware of like- everything.

The only way you could logically explain it was that it's because Lois and Clark are reporters?

But, like, that also doesn't make sense?

How did Clark know you were in the kitchen at like 2am? His and Lois' room was upstairs all the way down the hall.

No way he heard you.

Not to mention the weird amount of "work calls" he had to run off to.

And Jon had a strange amount of school field trips.

Something was up with your new family.

And maybe it was time to delve into the family buisness.

Reporters uncovered secrets afterall.

And this family had a lot of them.

@zeep-wuz-here I did the thing... (>_<)

Reader is gonna do some snooping uh-huh. Mini reporter in the making digging up the ✨️secrets✨️

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PAC/ Major blessings of the new year ✨️

Hi my loves! Welcome back to another pick a card, this time focused into the new year and what will be the major blessings this new year has in store for you. As always, take a deep breath and take a moment to choose your pile, I suggest you to pick the one that makes you smile the most.

I wish you the best year possible, may peace, happiness and love be always by your side every day of this new year ❤️

Decks: Woodland wardens oracle, Raider Waite tarot and astrodices

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Pile 1/ pile 2/ pile 3

Pile 4/ pile 5/ pile 6

Pile 1:

This new year will be your year of preparation, there's something huge coming into your life at some point but first you need to learn some new skills to get and keep the success you are looking for. Universe is giving you extra time to prepare what you really want to achieve, it's like a period for trying new things and tests what works best for you, especially in matters of career and money because you'll be very lucky in these areas. If you are thinking into opening your own bussiness and be an enterpreneour, this year will be a lucky year for you but the cards wants you to focus on burocracy and legal matters too, you'll have it easy but there are some things you'll need to learn before, like paying taxes on time or investing money wisely

Your areas of luck will be about starting projects and trying new things it's all about taking the lead without fearing risk, whenever you follow your inner compass you'll find yourself attracting more abundance than what you expected. You'll also be very lucky when it comes to gain wealth and what will play the most at your favor is your knowledge about burocracy or legal matters, not only for this year but the years ahead where you'll be managing big amounts of money.

This year will be filled by happiness and meaningful changes, sometimes change can be overwhelming but for you this feels like something you've been waiting for a long time, a desired transformation of your reality. You are the group that got more major arcana, so this 2024 will be an end of a cycle where your life will take a 180-degree turn, there's also this energy of getting out of your head so much and starting focusing on your present moment. With the empress and the magician cards, I see you'll feel a lot more grounded and, for what I'm feeling, this will help you attract money easilly, you'll be a literal money magnet this new year. These two cards are also indicators of a good year of prosperity with work and money, the empress also indicates a huge physical glow up and a boost in your confidence, you'll feel super empowered during 2024 :).

Pile 2:

This new year brings you balance and stability, you'll feel a lot more supported and certain about the path you are taking in life, things will feel more peaceful for you this new year. If you deal with anxiety or something of that sort that involves your mental health, I see a big relief over 2024, you'll be making a lot of progress in this area. The major word I channel is balance, on your outside circumstances but mostly when it comes to yourself and your inner wellbeing, I feel my heart rushing and a knot in my stomach that are slowling relieving, this year might also involve some kind of spiritual or emotional healing too. If you have difficulties dealing with stressful situations this year will also bring you clarity to discern what's best for you and where to invest your precious energy.

You'll be lucky when it comes to find new ways to develop your passion or how you share it with the world, you'll be very lucky if you use some kind of social media or technologies to promote it too, especially if you are an artist. Your intuition will be improving too, if you follow it you'll find sucess at the end of the road, your guides will also be taking relevance in your life. Btw, blue will be your lucky color during the year

This new year will end up some conflicts you were dealing with, the feeling that you needed to constantly fight will dissipate in a very natural way, it will happen progressively in a time where you'll feel like you can finally sit and relax, you might feel extra tired sometimes but it will be because your nervous system will get out of survival mode. You end up a karmic cycle of your life that will allow you to focus on your finances and being productive at work because you got the ace and the 8 of pentacles right after the card of the world, so working and seeing progress will be a major theme of your year ahead, if you are into handcraft of some sort you can get extra income with it. You'll be also getting out of your comfort zone more often to find beautiful things outside of what's known to you, this will be a year of adventures that you'll live with peace in your heart.

Pile 3:

There's an improvement on your energy levels and your home life, you'll feel a lot more healthy and vital during the new year, I don't usually talk about health in any of my readings but your pile deserves it because your body is regenerating positively somehow, whatever you are doing to take care of it just know it's working and will give you proofs of it this new year. There's also a major message about your home life and how it will be taking a more important role in your life, maybe it's something as simple as to be able to decorate it the way you like or it's something more relevant like making a renovation of pipes or fixing leaks, whatever it is, it's something you've been wishing for a long time, It could also be that you'll finally be moving to the house of your dreams.

Your lucky areas talk about health again with virgo in the dices, I see trying to have a healthier habits will help you in this aspect of your wellbeing, maybe create a healthier routine or something that sort (it will be different for each of you reading this), always do what's most aligned with yourself. You also got pluto and the third house so this year will be good for you to transform yourself, maybe stepping out of what's known for you and try new practices, it could also be that you are re-learning some thinigs after an spiritual awakening. For a little amount of you this could mean taking a different approach when it comes to your physical health and needs.

Uhhh things got interesting with your tarot cards! There's a lot of love entering your life my dear :), you got so many beautiful cards that I had to take a minute to channel and summarize all the info. After a period of healing and purification all your dreams will start to come true, the healing process might seem too intense because you'll be getting a lot of channelings in a short period of time but suddently everything will start happening for you, it will happen in the most unexpected way at the mostt unexpected time, you won't see all the happiness coming, even if you receive signs you won't be paying that much attention. You got the star, 10 of cups, ace of cups and the empress, if this is not an omen of your true love entering your life I don't know what it is haha, maybe the message about the home means that you finally meet the person you are going to create a home with because you got the king and knight of pentacles at the bottom of the deck so this person is arriving with commitment, peace and stability. Congratulations my dear, you'll be discovering love in many different aspects of your life during this new year.

Pile 4:

Your major blessing is some kind of dharma, it's something that will make you gain hope in Universe's protection over you, this will come through other people that will communicate things to you that will feel like an eureka moment where everything starts to make sense. Honestly, this feels like making amends with the past, do you know when you see the bully of your high school after 10 years and all the rage dissapears because that person is having a nightmare of a life?, it's not about being happy about other people's suffering, it is more the feeling of there's someone up there watching everything we do and no one leaves without paying their karma.

You area of luck is about the people that will enter your life, I see you reuniting with your soul tribe this year and finding lovely people that will treat you with respect and admiration. If you are someone that has dealt with the worst aspect of human nature, this year will be a proof from Universe of all the good traits humans have, it's like Universe wants to compensate you for the battles you have gone through, you'll find your place and your people in this world.

With the tarot cards I'm seeing that you'll be meeting the most lighthearted and positive aspect of life, there's happiness, support and love entering your life to stay. You'll be moving on from a lot of mental patterns that were holding you back, it's like you have learnt the theory and you are finally dealing with the practice that you thought it would be supper difficult and challenging and will ressult into being the most easy and peacefull process ever, like you don't even have to make any effort because everything will be moving at your same pace. Between all the new positive people entering your life, there are a lot of chances to find a romantic soulmate there, because of the cards you got I see an unblock in your heart chakra that will unblock your love life too, especially for those that have been single for a while. At the bottom of the deck you got the 6 of swords and the wheel of fortune so this new year will be a shift in your luck to the positive aspects of life, you'll also be feeling more hopeful and optimistic.

Pile 5

Your pile is the only one that has one extra oracle card and it's because that card wanted to fly and land on the opposite side of the room, not to give you spoilers but it was the card of romance. This new year will bring you a lot of different blessings, I see 3 major ones at least, romace is very prominent through all your spread so this year you will meet your true love and will start your life together as a couple. Another blessing I see here is some sort of independence (it will be different for each of you so take only what resonates), it can be moving alone to a new place, working by yourself or releasing emotional attachments, whatever independence means to you is what you'll be getting this new year. I also see admiration from people when they look up to you, you'll be receiving adoration from others, like getting a fan club or something like that, it feels like people being devoted to you, so you might viral or achieve some level of fame throught the new year

Your lucky areas will be taking care of yourself and your beauty on the inside and the outside, if you've been thinking about changing your style this year will be very favorable for you in this aspect, also for beauty treatments or anything related to your image and appearance. Another lucky area will be your drive and inner power, you can rely on this aspects whenever you need a boost of confidence, remind yourself your talents and keep moving, you are your most powerful lucky charm <3

Uhhh Divine counterparts energy here in your tarot cards, the magician and the high priestess and the king and queen of cups, so you'll be finding a person so in tune with you that it gives me goosebumps all over my spine, you'll understand what a twin flame connection is after this person enters your life, btw, it's someone completely new, no one from the past. Your overall message about this new year is success and moving on from what no longer serves you, this new year you'll be aligning with your happiest and most successful version and honestly, I feel like you won't have to do that much because Universe is pampering you during the whole year

Pile 6

Your oracle card's literal is happiness, so honey, happy days are here again for you, I see even see you crying of joy a few times during the year. You are my spiritual pile and my dear, this year you'll be having magical moments with your spirituality, you'll see miracles happening in front of you, I'm literally hearing 'a glitch in the matrix' so you'll be seeing and undestanding Universe in such a deeper level. You'll be nourishing your soul during this new year, you'll be more in tune with your inner child and you'll be focused into what's best for you and your happiness, life will also be very gentle with you.

Your lucky areas have something to do with your soul mission, especially if you are the kind of people that loves helping others and would like to dedicate your life into a major service for others. It's something related to healing, it can be your own or this might be more related of a soul mission that involves helping others, whatever it be, you'll be receiving rewards because of this. Another lucky area will be the people that will enter your life, you'll have an amazing support system in the people you will know this year.

You'll be knowing a soul mate this year! You got 2 and 10 of cups and a lot of major arcana, so I see a major connection with a romantic soulmate but also there are a lot of soul mates that will enter your life to align you with your soul mission, every person will come with a lot of knowledge that will make you feel fullfiled on a soul level. There's also a shift in your luck but it will be mostly driven by your own mentality, you'll feel stronger and more confident in whatever your passions are, you'll be also having some sort of realization about what you want to do with your life and will plan how to make it true, Universe will be favoring you in this aspect.

[tardis--dreams]

This chronic sleep deprivation is healthy for me actually

[orchidniins]

Helloooo i LOVE the Serendipitous beginnings😍😍😍😍 the tension is giving✨️

Btw can i have a reaction for mr.television for being possessive towards his girl, bcuz ms gurl is so pretty and many people want her💅.

Question: Do u also write for chaos crew or sidemen??

Possessive | Arthur Frederick

A/N: Thanks for the request! And I'm so glad that you loved my first ArthurTV fic! I'm absolutely in love with this idea and I hope this is what you had in mind. As for your question Anon, I currently only write for Choos crew (Mainly ArthurTV, Arthur Hill and George Clarke) and ChrisMD. Hope you enjoy!! Pairings: ArthurTV x GN!Reader Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1k+

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Arthur wasn't typically the possessive or jealous type.

Throughout your relationship, he trusted you completely, especially after you had told him about you past experiences with possessive boyfriends. He had full faith in you, never feeling the need to control or restrict your interactions, even when you had male friends who would often come over to your place to hang out.

You were currently getting ready for a mini reunion with some old classmates from school. You had spent your time getting ready quite nicely this evening. The venue they had picked to meet up at was slightly fancy, so you wanted to dress up to suit the occasion. You opted for a cute outfit that complimented your figure and complexion perfectly, and you styled your hair to perfection.

As you finished getting ready, Arthur couldn't help but admire your beauty. "You look absolutely beautiful," he remarked, his hands gently resting on your waist. You smiled in response, a hint of appreciation in your eyes as you thanked him. Arthur leaned in and planted a quick peck on your cheek.

He couldn't shake the possessive urge to keep you all to himself. Despite your initial hesitance, if it weren't for him convincing you to attend, he would have gladly kept you at home, wrapped up in his arms. He had assured you he would accompany you, especially since many people would be bringing their partners.

Arthur remembered you talking about feeling unpopular in school and simply coasting through without much attention from guys or anyone really. He was shocked, he thought you were absolutely beautiful and would often voice his disbelief, but you would just shoot it down.

Once the two of you reached the venue, Arthur initially let you go off with your friends, especially when one of them pulled you away to meet the others. He decided to hang back at the bar, allowing you to have your moment.

As you mingled with a group of classmates, compliments about your stunning appearance and your transformation since school filled the air. However, despite not typically being the possessive type, Arthur couldn't shake off the pang of jealousy as your male classmates openly flirted with you, despite your polite rejections and mention of your relationship status.

Arthur, currently standing with a few of your friends that he had met previously, tried his best to resist the urge to draw closer to you. He did not want to suffocate you with his presence despite the overwhelming desire to do so. With each flirty remark directed at you, his jealousy simmered beneath the surface, yet he maintained his composure, engaging in conversation while ensuring you remained in his line of sight.

Almost as if reading Arthur’s mind, you leave the group and make your way back to him, momentarily easing his tension. However, his relief is short-lived as he watches someone intercept you on your way, attempting to chat you up as well.

Arthur's jaw tenses as he observes from where he’s stood, and a flicker of possessiveness flashes across his eyes. He turns to your friends, his tone edged with a hint of annoyance, "Who's the guy?"

As Arthur watches your body stiffen, his gaze never leaving your form, he senses your discomfort.

"Oh, him," your friend begins, catching the shift in Arthur's calm demeanor. "I didn’t know he was coming. Y/N had a bit of a crush on him in school, but he was kind of a dick to them. Like he was one of those stuck-up pricks, thought he was too good for everyone, you know?"

Feeling a surge of possessiveness, Arthur's grip tightens around his glass as he excuses himself from the conversation. He walks up to where you are standing, his demeanor protective and possessive. Wrapping his arms securely around your waist, he draws you closer, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you. Pressing a tender kiss to the side of your temple, he feels your body relax against his and your tension melts away in his embrace.

His voice, low and commanding, cuts through the air, "Hi Love, who’s this?"

Standing slightly taller than the other guy, Arthur squares his shoulders, introducing himself, "I'm their boyfriend."

The man hesitated, clearly intimidated by Arthur's imposing presence, before hastily retreating with a muttered excuse. Your pulse quickens as you look up at him, feeling a rush of arousal at his dominant display.

"Shall we?" Arthur's voice cut through the charged atmosphere, his gaze intense as he extended his hand. With a nod, you place your hand in his, allowing him to lead you back to your friends.

The rest of the night, Arthur throws his own rules out of the door, abandoning any pretense of restraint. He stays glued to your side, His arm draped protectively around your waist, or sometimes resting tenderly over your shoulder, as if to claim you as his own. He wanted to demonstrate to everyone present just how stunning you were, and more importantly, that you were his.

On your drive back home, you in the driver’s seat, a weighted silence fills the car, both grappling with the events of the night. Eventually, it was Arthur who broke it, his voice soft and filled with concern as he spoke, "Sorry if I seemed a bit too… clingy tonight. I didn’t mean to, I suppose I got a bit carried away."

You reply, your eyes remaining fixed on the road ahead, your tone reassuring and expression soft. "No, you don’t have to apologize. It was fine, honestly," you assure him.

The atmosphere in the car drifted into a comfortable lull, a moment of uncertainty, before you decided to break it with a teasing question, "So, Arthur, were you feeling a little jealous?" You glance at him, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Arthur chuckled lightly, shaking his head in denial. "Not at all," he replied, though his expression remained hard to read as he turned to meet your gaze.

They came to a stop at a traffic light, the red glow illuminating the car. You turn to him, still teasing, "So, you weren't jealous?" you asked, pointing at him with a grin.

Arthur reached for your hand, intertwining their fingers and bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. His eyes held yours, and he said, "Just remember who you belong to, darling."

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Check out my other fics and oneshots here. Not working on any new requests currently but feel free to drop into my asks for a chat! 😊

[baby-yongbok]

Meltdown

Boyfriend!Bang Chan x Autistic!Fem!Reader

❗Genre: Angst

❗Warnings: Heavy themes of autistic meltdown, Very detailed explanation of a meltdown, Heavy themes of Anxiety?, self-harm (no blood), Mentions of not being able to breathe, Chris is an asshole but not for long. Again, this is very detailed. + Bang Chan is referred to as Chris.

❗A/N: I'm very nervous to post this, but I want to put out content for neurodivergent community. As an autistic individual, I rarely see content with an autistic reader. It may exist, but I've never really come across it. So, here I am. This work is purely based on my experience with autism and is based on my own meltdowns. This is not meant to reflect how every person with autism has meltdowns. I hope that you enjoy!

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“You always do this, you always do the same shit and then try to play it off as an accident. How many times are you going to make the same mistake?” Chris yelled in your direction, putting air quotes around the last word of his sentence. You let out a shaky breath, trying your best to keep yourself stable.

“It is a mistake and I thought that I was doing a good job at avoiding it, I don’t perceive any of my behavior tonight as suggestive. I thought that I was being friendly.” Your speech is steady and smooth, a calculated response designed in your head to avoid conflict. That was your goal, avoiding conflict, but it seems that Chris’ temper has other plans tonight.

“Friendly? Are you fucking kidding me? You were practically saying your vows with all the compliments you were dishing out tonight. Laughing at every single word that your so-called friend said. I’m surprised you weren’t sitting in his fucking lap with the way your conversation was going.” Your eyes dart around the room before landing on the bright numbers of the digital clock to your right. You focus your eyes on the bright outline, trying your best to keep yourself calm.

“Chris, I really didn’t mean -” You’re cut off by his yelling, the sudden sound making you jump a bit, shifting your focus. 

“I don’t want to hear that fucking excuse. You didn’t mean it? Yeah, sure, you always say that. And why the fuck do you let him call you all of those names? Honey, sweetheart, and anything else that slips off of his tongue, right?” He moves from his spot across from you, circling the couch and stalking towards where you're sitting quickly, only stopping when there’s about a foot between you. “Are you fucking him or something? Do the two of you have history? Because I can’t think of another reason for you to be so goddamn disrespectful.”

“Wha- no, I- I never did anything with him.” Your eyes dart up to his face but your gaze quickly falls, you blink a couple of times trying your best to hold back your tears. “I thought.. I thought I was being friendly I was watching -” 

“Why are you trying to play innocent?” He squats down in front of you, his piercing gaze trying to find yours. Tears start to run down your cheeks and you start to rock your body back and forth. You wipe your tears away with open hands before starting to pick at your nails. “Look at me. If you’re not lying then look at me.”

“Chris I- I can’t right now. I’m r-really overwhelmed, I’m sorry.” He sucks his teeth at you, leaning closer into your space. “Please.. Back up.”

“Look at me.” He hisses and you can feel the tingling in your hands and feet starting as your thoughts start to spiral out of control. “Do you really think that you were just being friendly? Tell me, I’m fucking listening.”

His tone picks up towards the completion of his sentence, ending in a shout. You jump again, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to comfort yourself. The thoughts in your head get louder as the seconds go by and you start to lose the ability to understand them. Every time that you try to pin point one of them it gets pulled away from you. You start to bounce your leg, fast and harsh. The bouncing of your leg paired with the rocking of your upper body seemed to have caught Chris’ attention. The real Chris, not the one that was standing in front of you seconds ago allowing his jealousy to spiral out of control in a fit of anger.

“Hey..hey” He lowers himself onto his knees, his eyes that were angry seconds ago now glazed with worry. “I’m.. I’m sorry I lost it, I know I shouldn’t have, I just..”

He reaches his hand out to touch you, a soft attempt at comforting you but it was the last thing that he should’ve done. You jump at the contact, a small whine falling from your lips. He moves his hand quickly, muttering a small apology. You bring your hands up to cover your ears, attempting to shut out the heavy buzzing of your thoughts. You start to rock your body quicker as you lean forward, shrinking into yourself. 

“Fuck.” Chris hisses under his breath, his hands helplessly resting on his lap. He knows that you didn’t mean it, he knows that you have trouble interacting with your friends due to your autism. And he knew better than anyone what could happen when you got overwhelmed. He could usually see it coming and nurse you back to a more stable headspace but this time he couldn’t. This time it was him that caused the meltdown, the fault was at his feet and there was nothing he could do to fix it. All he could do was wait and watch as you went through the motions. 

It was the screaming that pulled him out of his thoughts. The piercing sound of you wailing, the verbal expression of the pain you felt as you tried your best to understand what was happening in your head. His eyes fixed on you immediately, he took you in slowly, maybe too slow. Your hands were laced in your hair pulling harshly at the roots as you sobbed, you were mumbling something through your sobbing. At first he couldn’t understand but eventually he caught on and his heart shattered in his chest as he reached for your hands in an attempt to loosen your grip on your hair. 

“Stop making mistakes, stop making mistakes, stop making mistakes.” You mumbled as your tears fell. Your grip on your hair tightened just as Chris made contact with you, he tried desperately to gently pry your fingers from your curls. 

“Baby, you can’t do that.” He nearly whispered, his voice was easily drowned out by your screams as you tried to get as far away from his touch as possible. “Baby, please.”

“Stop making mistakes, Stop making mistakes.” Once Chris was able to loosen your grip you balled your hands into fists. Your body tensed and your breath caught in your chest. Chris watched you with wide eyes, he slowly tried to move a bit closer to you, preparing himself to stop you from hurting yourself if needed. 

“You have to breathe.” The panic in his tone was evident, you could hear it but you couldn’t react. There was too much going on, too much to process. “ Babygirl, please please breathe.” 

You bang your fists against your thighs, trying to get your brain to slow down, trying to coordinate breathing with thinking, moving, anything. Why couldn’t you breathe? Why couldn’t you just stop holding your breath? Why? The more you thought about it the more frustrated you got. You could feel a burning in your chest as you looked up at Chris, eyes wide with panic. 

“Babygirl, look, follow me. Do what I do, yeah?” His voice is soft yet strong as he tries to mollify the panic rising in his chest. He attempts to instruct you, using his hands to guide you into making your chest rise and fall as it should. You watch his hands, trying to concentrate, Trying to ignore the ringing in your ears and the harsh buzzing of your thoughts. The longer you focus on the movements of his hand the more that you can feel your chest start to move. You take in a sudden breath, gasping a bit and choking for a second. You follow with another quick breath, gasping again and the pattern continues until the burning subsides and an intense dizziness hits you. 

“You did it, you did so well, baby.” Chris whispers, his eyes wide and glossy. “You got it.”

Your body starts to relax a bit as you work to regulate your breathing. You slowly unclench your fist, resting your hands in your lap and scratching at the fabric of your jeans. Your movements start to slow and you sit up straight gradually, every move hurts a bit, the aching in your muscles already starting to set in. Your crying continues as you pant softly, you mumble the same statement to yourself a couple of times before you direct your words towards Chris.

“I’m s-sorry. I thought I-I was doing it right I t-thought…” Your sentence trails off into a pained sob as you bring your hands up to cover your eyes. The guilt of your reaction came flooding through instantly. First you make your boyfriend mad and then you have a fucking meltdown about it? You just can’t win, huh.

“Please don’t apologize, I should be the one apologizing. I should be begging for forgiveness right now. I had no right to get that angry, I was jealous and it was stupid. I was insecure, I’ve been insecure about you hanging out with him for months and I let all of that pent up emotion out and I hurt you. I’m so so sorry, I understand if you don’t forgive me, I wouldn’t either. I know that you struggle and I still fucked everything up.” He moved a bit closer to you, a mere inch separating the two of you. 

You shook your head acknowledging that you could hear him. Your brain was slowing down just a bit and you didn’t want to add anything to the whirlwind to disrupt it. 

“I’ll get your meltdown kit, and I’ll pick out your safe clothes. You need to take a hot shower to try and soothe your muscles… you’re going to be sore in the morning, okay?” You shake your head, glancing up at Chris for just a second before you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Your chest feels tight but you try not to let it bother you. The aftermath of a meltdown was something that you’ve grown used to after all. 

“Please believe me when I say that none of this was your fault. I’m so so fucking sorry, this will never happen again…ever.” He nearly whispers the last word before he stands from his position in front of you, rushing off to get your meltdown kit equipped with sensory aids of all types along with a pair of noise canceling headphones and a pair of tinted glasses in case the light is too much for you to take in. 

You keep your eyes closed as you wait for him to return, the pitter patter of his feet across the hardwood is louder than usual as he makes his way back over to you. He leaves you with the kit before rushing to start your shower and pick out your clothes. You always tell him that after you have a meltdown you just want to be left alone, you need space to come down completely. He watches from afar as you put on the headphones and open your favorite calming candle to smell. He makes sure to stay just far enough for you to have your space but close enough to be there if you need him. Once you go to the bathroom for your shower he sits outside of the door, listening for any signs of a follow up meltdown. He takes a deep breath and before he can stop it a tear falls, trailing down his cheek and leaving a path for the rest to follow. He squeezes his eyes shut as it all replays in his head. He yelled at you, he caused your meltdown, you could’ve passed out or ended up more hurt than you already are. God forbid you had a shutdown, he’d never be able to live with himself if he caused that but he could honestly barely stand himself now. He took out his phone, typing a text to Minho, hoping for someone to help calm him down before he sees you again. He’ll only allow himself to fall apart behind the scenes, he doesn’t want to add to your distress any more than he already has. A couple seconds go by after he’s sent the text before his phone is vibrating in his hands. He swipes the green button and brings his phone up to his ear. He takes in a shaky breath before he lets the words leave his lips.

“I fucked up…”

[bedoballoons]

Bedo Honey's Kinktober is starting?!!!! Count me in!!! Please hesr my brainrot!!! ABO (rutting/heat season) + Mirror Wrio, Lyney, Albedo, Xiao, Wanderer!! The boys have the reader in tighthold infront of the mirror showing them all the markings they did on her body, yet purposely missing their neck! They keep grazing their teeth over it but teasingly refuse/delaying the process to bite it, just waiting for reader to beg for it maybe? HEHE

The boys are the alphas, reader is afab omega~~

~🦊🐾✨️

>////< You know it mon chérie! This brainrot...its BEAUTIFUL!! Thank you~

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Alphas and Omegas~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! S*x in front of the mirror, Wriothesley has a large um...ya know, spanking, marks, hair pulling, cursing, alpha character! Omega reader!, breeding kink, fingering, rutting/heat season!, afab reader! and being rough! (Pet names: Lyney, Darling, mon chérie, Albedo: My love, love, Xiao: Mine Wriothesley: Puppy, pretty little thing)

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Xiao, Wanderer, and Wriothesley!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney groaned into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin with every harsh thrust of his hips into yours. He was so deep inside you that you were failing to even speak at this point, his dick hitting every spot so perfectly that your pussy was dripping with ecstasy, wetness running down your legs while you stared at your own messy reflection in the mirror in front of you..., he had absolutely ruined you already, but your heat wasn't over and despite every wonderfully deep mark on your body, he still hadn't given into bitting your neck... the mark you wanted from him...the one that claimed you as his.

"P-pleasmmmnm! Plea-se!" You whined out, clenching your rosey walls around him so tightly as you felt your finish drawing closer. He chuckled, his hot breath caressing your skin...adding to the heat pooling in your core, "Please what hmmm, tell me mon chérie, use your words~" He glanced at your fucked out expression in the mirror, his consistent pace becoming uneven...he needed to fill you and soon..

W-wanna be ahh! Y-yourrss pl-easahhHHHH!!~" You choked out, his dick suddenly snapping into you so hard you completely lost any train of thought, your finish hitting you so hard and his teeth sinking into your neck, claiming you while he shot his cum deep into your stomach, filling you so full...

"What a beautiful performance darling~"

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedos hands slid down your body slowly, examining you like the beautiful piece of artwork that he considered you to be, his mischievous blue eyes meeting your lust dazed ones in the mirror for just a split second, "You look so gorgeous my love, all undone just for me...mine alone~" He placed a delicate kiss on you neck, his soft lips against your skin overwhelming you with feelings from your heat....he knew you were in a crazed state and he was teasing you, giving you everything but the one thing you had been begging for...

"A-a-albedo-nggh!~" You threw your head back on his shoulder as his fingers found your overstimulated cunt, playing with you like you were some type of toy for his amusement while you drowned in pleasure, "Apologies love...what were you saying~" You gasped out, wanting so desperately to tell him, but his digits had slipped in between your sopping pretty pink folds and your mind had become nothing but mush at his disposal.

𑁍༄Xiao:

"X-xiao!" You screamed out loud, gripping the sheets in front of you so tightly your knuckles were turning white, you could see your reflection from this angle and your fucked out face matched with your whimpering moans were everything your alpha could ever want...maybe that's why he had gone into a rut, fucking you into the mattress with no end in sight.

"Call my name, say it louder s-so everyone can hear...I want them all to know you're mine, no one else's! Mine!~" His dick plunged deeper into you, rearranging your insides while tears welled up in your eyes, god he loved seeing you at his mercy like this, your tight walls like heaven around him, pulling him in so nicely.

"Xiao! X-xiao!!" Your voice followed his instructions, getting louder and louder as he muddled your brain with his cock, groaning so loudly against your neck as he delayed you of being marked by him, he wanted your sweet cum all over him first and he would be patient...for now.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

You could barely breath as your body was roughly shot forward with each powerful thrust, Wanderers harsh grip on your hips pulling you right back afterwards onto his hard cock, showing you no remorse as he fucked you senselessly. He had you bent over a table, his free hand pulling your hair hard enough your head was up, just so could watch your dirty little face in the mirror, all innocence vanishing from your features as his dick pummeled into you at high speed.

"Who's my good little omega bitch?~" He snapped his hips so forcefully you screamed, finishing for what seemed like the hundredth time as he impatiently waited your answer, "I said, who's my good little omega bitch!" He smacked your ass, your pussy throbbing from over abuse and his rut still no where near done..."Mmmmnmnne-e! M-me!!"

"That's right, you're gonna bare my goddamn children like a good little omega r-right?~"

"Nmmmhmm!"

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

Wriothesleys large calloused hands spread your thighs apart, his eyes focused on the mirror in front of you as he watched his dick slide out of your hot weeping hole, your finish mixed with his sticky white cum dripping down it wonderully and leaving you completely on display for him in the reflection. Your breathing was erratic and his big cock had left you completely weak in every way, you couldn't move unless he wanted you to now and even though your heat had already been satisfied...he clearly wasn't done..

"Awee look at my cute puppy, all put out from their heat..and yet, there's something missing, what is it hmm~" He growled against your ear, nibbling on it teasing while your body quivered in response, clenching around nothing over and over as he watched in delight, "Come on now my pretty little thing, answer me..." He slid his hand up your inner thigh, grazing your pussy just enough to make you gasp, "M-mark my n-neck, w-wanna belong to you~" Your voice was shaking, dripping with lust and it was music to his ears...

"Good puppy~"

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Happy kinktober~*⁠.⁠✧

[mydearestbeloved]

Chapter 2 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW: Reader is still traumatized, she just got better at concealing it.

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

The system had one more surprise for you, a reward for completing the job-change quest. You felt a spark of curiosity as a partially uncovered map appeared on your interface, revealing new areas of the hanging gardens you’d yet to explore. Three distinct spots blinked on the map, each marked with a mysterious [?]. When you brushed your fingers across the symbols, a new sub-quest emerged:

[New Quest: Raise the Three [?] in the Greenhouse]

Requirement: Poison Resistance at Max Level.

You raised a brow at the word “raise” and the strange requirement. “Raise? As in… nurturing?” You frowned, glancing out at the poisonous remnants of the Hydra carcass you hadn’t used up yet. You’d learned quickly enough that the system was anything but straightforward.

Letting out a sigh, you renewed the barrier around the ruin you’d claimed as shelter—a small, stone building tucked into the dense foliage of the gardens. This place, it turned out, had a peculiar set of rules. The ancient ruins, once guarded by fierce beasts, had somehow become safe havens the moment you’d cleared their guardians. No more beasts dared to set foot inside, as if instinctively avoiding your territory. It wasn’t foolproof; an occasional daring creature would wander in, but a quick blast from your barrier, which aged intruders to dust upon contact, took care of any unwanted guests. You weren’t the best at spells yet, but this one was second nature by now.

You returned to the remaining chunks of the Hydra, your gaze hardening. Raising Poison Resistance meant facing discomfort—and lots of it. “Might as well let a few poisonous creatures in here if they’re willing to volunteer for a quick bite,” you muttered wryly.

With a sigh, you focused on the Hydra’s poison sac, the one that hadn’t yet dissolved into your weapons or alchemical tools. It took a moment to steel your nerves, and you tried not to gag as you bit into a small piece. The bitterness was overwhelming, coursing through you like liquid fire as your body struggled to process the deadly toxin. Pain flared through your body, yet with each swallow, you felt Poison Resistance inching closer to max once again.

When at last the skill reached its cap, the queasiness lingered, but you were used to the edge of discomfort by now. You eyed the map once more and headed toward the eastern greenhouse, where the first marked location lay waiting.

---

The greenhouse loomed ahead, in the center of a labyrinth shrouded in a thin, deadly mist that seemed to roll and pulse with each gust of wind. You recognized it immediately, the familiar caustic bite of poison that hung in the air like a warning. Vivid red spider lilies crowded the path ahead, their delicate petals as striking as they were venomous. You tightened your grip on your staff, now reforged with Hydra scales and sharpened claws from previous beasts. Its natural durability had been enhanced with your crafting and enchanted with the very poison resistance you’d just maxed out, making it as much a part of you as the skills you carried.

As you approached, the mist seemed to shift, parting just enough for you to slip through. “Well, system, I have to admit—thank you,” you muttered, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in your chest. Maybe it was just adrenaline, but you felt… encouraged. Supported, almost, as if the system itself was smiling in approval.

Inside the greenhouse, the landscape changed completely. Strange, vibrant flora covered the ground in carpets of emerald and violet, their beauty matched only by their toxicity. Every few steps, a new danger presented itself: dense patches of thorny vines, glistening fruits that reeked of acid, and piles of withered beast corpses scattered in clusters, likely succumbed to the poisonous air.

A faint energy pulsed from one such pile, drawing your attention. You watched as tiny threads of power drifted from the dead creatures, weaving a faint, ethereal trail toward the heart of the greenhouse. Steeling yourself, you followed the trail, wary of any surprises the system might throw your way.

At the center of the greenhouse, your destination awaited. Nestled amidst the toxic flowers was an egg, a large, beautifully marked shell with patterns that seemed to shift under the faint glow of the greenhouse. The egg was easily the size of an ostrich egg, just large enough that you’d have to use both hands to hold it.

"An egg…?” You knelt beside it, tilting your head in wonder. The system’s quest said to “raise” something, not conquer. Perhaps this was what it meant? Taking a steadying breath, you reached out and brushed your fingers against the shell’s cool, smooth surface.

Magic drained from you instantly, pulled into the egg like a sponge soaking up water. Startled, you pulled your hand back, but the system chimed just then, flashing a new progress bar on the interface.

[Progress: 0.5%]

“So, you’re hungry,” you murmured, glancing back at the egg with newfound interest. You fed it again, just a bit, feeling the faintest of tugs as the egg greedily absorbed your magic. There were no other instructions from the system, so you trusted your instincts, continuing to feed it carefully before moving on.

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After days of tending to the eastern greenhouse, you made your way to the second, located to the north. This greenhouse was equally haunting, yet elegant, with silver-touched flowers shimmering under the toxic mist, their delicate forms reflecting your own silver-tipped butterflies waiting inside.

The third greenhouse, farther west, was filled with golden flora, luminescent and even more otherworldly than the first two. You took it slow, visiting each greenhouse in turn, feeding each egg with careful doses of your magic every day, watching as the progress bars edged forward bit by bit.

The weeks passed, and one morning, you felt a subtle shift in the air as you entered the eastern greenhouse. The poisonous mist seemed lighter, less oppressive, and there was a hum of energy in the air.

As you approached, the egg began to crack, delicate fissures tracing across the surface. You took a step back, anticipation tightening your chest. With a quiet snap, the shell split apart, and dozens of delicate butterflies emerged, each one a deep, vivid red with black markings, like a living tapestry of flame and shadow.

They fluttered toward you, swirling around in a crimson cloud, their tiny wings creating a soft whispering sound. You felt a surge of warmth in your heart, and then, quite suddenly, a link formed. It was as if something deep within you opened, and a flood of emotions that weren’t entirely yours rushed in—a rush of joy, excitement, almost as if these creatures were children greeting a parent.

A notification pinged in the corner of your vision.

[First Summons Acquired. Skill Unlocked: Devour.]

You blinked at the message, feeling the butterflies’ connection as they danced around you, the link between you so strong that it was almost a presence on its own. You smiled. “Welcome,” you whispered, watching them respond to your voice with an excited flurry of movement.

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The northern egg hatched next, releasing silver butterflies that glistened like tiny stars as they joined their red siblings. The system chimed again:

[New Skill Unlocked: Illusionary.]

You nodded thoughtfully, observing how they seemed to blur slightly at the edges, as though they could shift in and out of sight with a single beat of their wings.

The final greenhouse brought forth golden butterflies, their iridescent wings gleaming as they joined the colorful cloud around you. Another notification appeared.

[New Skill Unlocked: Conversion.]

Your butterflies had grown in number and color, each new skill adding layers to their abilities. Through the bond, you could sense their instinctual need to siphon energy, using Devour to draw life force from nearby creatures, even from enemies you struck down. They didn’t just drain mana but seemed to consume a deeper energy, one that left their targets visibly withered, almost as though they had aged.

The butterflies worked best with living enemies, but you noticed that they could still feed on fresh corpses. Excess energy would gather, like a reservoir they could channel into Illusionary, casting illusions that confused and disoriented anyone in the vicinity. And with Conversion, they could transfer this gathered energy back to you as stat boosts, enhancing your strength, agility, or even resistance as needed.

Your connection to them went beyond mere loyalty. They responded to your thoughts and emotions with a surprising level of awareness, almost like a family bond. You could feel their curiosity, their delight at each new experience, their fierce protective instinct toward you. It was… comforting.

As you sat amidst the crimson flowers, surrounded by butterflies shimmering in red, silver, and gold, the system chimed with a new message.

[Progress Update: New Territory Established. Summons Obtained.]

The butterflies pulsed with warmth, as if mirroring the glow in your heart, and you found yourself smiling. With each day, each trial, this strange, deadly world felt a little less lonely.

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Years had passed, each one carved into memory with sweat, blood, and an unyielding drive to master every corner of the Hanging Gardens. Now, standing at the apex of the tallest terrace, you looked over this dungeon. The once mysterious Hanging Gardens of Babylon—its poisonous flowers, mist-filled greenhouses, and vicious beasts—were yours, every leaf, every stone. The system’s notification chimed joyfully in your mind, its usual voice almost warm with enthusiasm.

[Congratulations! The Hanging Gardens of Babylon have been conquered. This domain is now fully under your command and may be summoned at will.]

A breeze brushed past you, carrying the fragrance of spider lilies, and you felt the soft hum of connection as your butterflies, red, silver, and gold, hovered nearby. They, too, seemed to share in the moment, fluttering around you in an almost celebratory dance. It was an accomplishment, one that had demanded not only strength but a near-constant honing of mind and magic. And yet, a subtle unease lingered.

“Five years,” you murmured, running a hand along the cold stone of the terrace.

The system’s voice, now more familiar than any you had known, spoke up, chiming with an almost playful tone.

[System Update: New Title Earned. Full access granted to all facilities. Congratulations on achieving a historical title! You’ve come a long way, haven’t you?]

Its words made you pause, an eyebrow arching. The system had certainly… evolved. It wasn’t just the usual messages of leveling up or congratulatory pings. It talked now, weaving a bit of personality into every line. Its tone had become lighter, its responses more intuitive. It was as if the system was growing, almost developing alongside you. At first, you’d thought you were imagining it, attributing quirks to a basic AI. But now, with it chiming in with what felt like an almost affectionate encouragement, you were certain.

These past five years, you’d had plenty of time to reflect on your unique system. Unlike Jinwoo’s cold, calculating Architect-driven system, yours seemed to possess a curious spark of life. Its instructions were often more considerate, almost guiding rather than commanding. The system didn’t merely throw you into battles; it often hinted at strategies, nudging you toward smarter approaches. In its own way, it cared.

“You know, I’ve been wondering… you’re not like… colder, more rigid,” you said, almost as if testing the waters. “You’re… different.”

There was a brief pause before the system responded, an almost contemplative pause, which only heightened your suspicions.

[Why, thank you! It’s nice to be unique, don’t you think? But… let’s just say, I’m invested in your progress. Besides, you’re different too, right?]

You blinked at that, genuinely taken aback. It wasn’t confirmation, but it wasn’t exactly denial either.

“System, who are you really?” you muttered under your breath, half-hoping for an answer. But as always, silence met your question, leaving you with nothing but a gnawing sense of curiosity. Was this truly the Architect, or had something—someone—else taken over your progression?

Before you could press it further, the system added another message, its usual chirp back in place.

[New Quest: The World Beyond The Garden]

“Alright, fair enough,” you muttered. For now, the Architect’s mystery would have to wait. There was a much more immediate issue at hand.

Your butterflies, your children, flitted around you, red, silver, and gold flashing in the sunlight, each one as lethal as they were beautiful. You could feel their excitement through the bond, a quiet chorus of joy thrumming in the back of your mind. This was as much a victory for them as it was for you—they had fought by your side every step of the way, each swarm expanding your reach, devouring threats that dared to approach the heart of your garden.

“Alright, my lovelies,” you whispered, extending a hand. They swarmed to you instantly, clustering around your fingers, resting on your shoulders. “We did it. Our own territory.” The swarm pulsed in response, their energies mingling with yours, a bond deepening with every beat.

Yet even with victory secured, there was little time to bask in success. If there was one thing you’d learned through these years, it was to always look ahead, to always be prepared. The system had been quiet about what lay beyond this domain, but now you could finally step out of the Gardens, explore what lay outside the invisible walls. A sense of anticipation bubbled within you.

“We need to plan,” you said aloud, pacing along the edge of a moss-covered stone wall, feeling the texture under your fingers as you surveyed the greenery stretching beneath you. “Let’s see…”

---

That night, you sat in what had become your home in the heart of Babylon, a former ruin now restored through countless hours of enchantments, remodeling, and sheer will. In the dim light, the place felt almost like a sanctuary—stone walls covered in ancient carvings, a table cluttered with potion ingredients, maps, weapons, and the occasional butterfly flitting around your head, like watchful little guardians.

You sat in silence, drawing up plans on a worn piece of parchment, contemplating your next steps. For five years, the outside world had been a mystery. But now, you had the Gardens as your fortress, a sanctuary and weapon in one. It was time to venture beyond its walls.

Still, this step forward needed more than a hasty departure. You had built power here, but the unknown was not to be taken lightly. You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts, knowing you’d need every skill, every spell, every ounce of knowledge you’d gained in the Gardens to be ready.

First order of business. Over the years, you’d grown skilled at forging weapons, crafting potions, and creating everything you needed to survive. But now, with access to the entire Hanging Gardens, you could tap into the rare resources and materials hidden in its depths.

The Guardian beasts you’d slain, each of them, had left their remains scattered across the territory. You’d salvaged much over the years, but you still hadn’t harnessed it all. Each beast’s unique traits—strength, agility, regeneration, and more—could be integrated into your weaponry, imbuing them with abilities you couldn’t have dreamt of before. Your fingers itched with anticipation at the prospect.

“And there’s the greenhouse,” you murmured, glancing toward the faint outline of the glass-laced structure. Your butterflies had thrived within those greenhouses, feeding on the potent poisons and life force the plants exuded. It was a limitless source of strength that you hadn’t fully tapped into yet.

"Imagine the alchemical concoctions we could make with the plants here," you mused, addressing the system as if it were listening. You could almost feel its curiosity flare, and a faint message appeared.

[System: Experimenting with the native flora and fauna may yield unique abilities or enhancements. Proceed with caution.]

You smirked. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m not that reckless.”

[…]

“Cut me some slack, will you?”

---

Second order of business. Owning the Gardens meant more than possessing the land—it meant defending it. The system had informed you that only you and your chosen people can enter, but it never hurts to prepare for the worst. Reinforcing the perimeter, setting up traps, and bolstering your creatures’ abilities would all be essential.

And your magic had grown stronger, too. You’d developed barriers that could age intruders to dust, illusions that could confuse and misdirect, and even the ability to harness the energy of the land itself. Now, the gardens were an extension of you; any intruder would feel your presence pressing down upon them like a storm cloud before they ever saw you.

“They’ll regret stepping foot in my domain,” you said with quiet conviction, gripping the scepter-like staff that had become your constant companion. “Won’t they, system?”

A gentle chime followed. It was as close as the system would ever get to an agreement, and it made you grin.

---

Third order of business. Preparing for what lies beyond was easier said then done. What should you do once you stepped out?

You need connections, maybe you should start a business? You considered finding potential allies. During your time in the Gardens, you’d learned to rely on yourself, but the idea of allies… could you even trust someone else in that world? Your gaze hardened. Perhaps, if they could prove their worth. And if they couldn’t—well, your butterflies were always eager to feed.

A flutter of red and gold filled your vision, and you looked up, smiling at your butterflies. They seemed to hover in silent agreement.

“Settle down, my children,” you said, reaching up to let them settle on your hand, “we still have a lot of work to do.”

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting shadows across the gardens, you took in a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of the rich, thriving land around you. This was yours now. Every stone, every tree, every creature. It was a haven, a fortress—and perhaps, one day, it would become a kingdom.

---

In the morning, you stood at the edge of a small floating island, more isolated than the rest, overlooking the Gardens in all its galore. Surveying your domain one last time before setting out, the gate situated at the heart of the small temple behind you hummed. The butterflies swirled around you protectively, their connection to you almost buzzing with anticipation.

You took a deep breath, grounding yourself. And with that, you stepped out of the Hanging Gardens, your butterflies trailing after you, their wings catching the first light of dawn. The world beyond awaited.

[Welcome to our world, Sovereign of the Hanging Gardens.]

End Note:

Draft of [08/10/2024] - Chronicles of The Hanging Gardens, Part II