#i grew up with yhis

[ex-vespidae]

YOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i love pokepark 2 (i have never played the first one)

[sachsoup]

which marauders era character would proclaim themselves as a soy sauce connoisseur and call kikkoman soy sauce mid

[seagull-scribbles]

You'll never guess who nearly got hit by a car (me) UwU

[transmascsunburst]

Crazy how british Rainbow Dash is canonically an alcoholic

[arjwrites]

— Heuheueheuehueeheu OK! Good to know that bc i love angst and """"dark themes""""!! And well, now I have two request ideas with Winchester!reader ☝️ I was thinking that just asking for Castiel might end up tiring for you so ONE (1) of them do not include him (this one)

Could you write a Sam&Dean x Older sister Winchester!reader angst where the reader (16) has just returned rlly injured from a hunt with her father to the point where she almost died and John is angry because she is weak while Sam(10) and Dean (14) try to help her???? She's like “I'm fine” while she's fckin bleeding on the floor 😭 — 👼 angel anon (I SIMPLY LOVE YHIS NICKNAME 🥹)

You're Not Weak - Young!Sam + Dean Winchester x Older Sister!Reader

Summary: Your little brothers are always there for you after a hunt with your father goes south.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: John Winchester-induced angst. Slight references to abuse. Fem!Reader

A/N: HI ANGEL ANON! This request has been sitting in my inbox a while, I am so sorry it took so long to get out to you! This was something new for me- I've never written young Sam and Dean so I can't decide if I'm totally happy with this. I really hope you enjoy it!

It was torture. The road in front of you stretched long and dark. Quiet hung heavy in the air since neither of you had the words to speak- John out of anger, and you out of fear. Every so often, when the car would pass under a streetlight, you would peek over to your father in the driver’s seat. The lamps would illuminate his profile just enough for you to catch the outline of his expression. Each time, it grew the pit in your stomach until you felt like you were going to cave in on yourself and disappear. At this point, he probably wouldn’t have even noticed. 

It would’ve been one thing if he had yelled at you, screamed at you, told you all the things you did wrong and all the ways that you could be better. But he didn’t. He was so silent on the drive back to the motel- the kind of silent that teetered on the precipice of something you were all too familiar with. And all the blood pouring out of your cut didn’t help the worry. You were starting to feel delirious but you dared not bring it up. John already knew you were hurt- he had watched the creature throw you to the ground and slash at your side, waiting in the background for you to handle it yourself. You- 16, a fairly new hunter, his daughter. 

“Where were you?” You had cried after he came to your rescue.

“I thought you could handle it. Turns out, you couldn’t.” 

John had broken the silence of the ride a few times, muttering things under his breath. You could make out a few things here and there- can’t trust… ridiculous… weak. But for the most part, silence prevailed the entire car ride. He didn’t even say a word when you pulled into the motel parking lot, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him. You scrambled out of your own door, grabbing your things from the trunk and limping in behind the man, following him through the threshold into the room where Sam and Dean sat side by side on the couch.

“How’d it go? Did you get it?” Dean rose from his seat, always eager to hear about your hunts. He couldn’t ever stand staying behind. John snatched the now unloaded shotgun out of your hand and tossed at Dean, catching him off guard. He fumbled for a moment before gripping it across his chest like a soldier at attention. 

“Barely. You’re coming with me next time, Dean. Your sister can’t seem to handle herself and it’s gonna get us all killed. She can stay behind and babysit.” His tone was spiteful and dark. You knew there was something bubbling right below the surface- you and Dean shared a knowing look and a silent prayer that it wouldn’t boil over. John turned and stormed back out the front door you had just entered from. At the sound of the door’s slam, Sam’s head whipped towards you, attention now pulled from the TV show he had been engrossed in. 

You weren’t going to cry in front of your brothers. This whole ordeal had been embarrassing enough already, and you already felt weak without falling apart in front of them. You had to put on a brave face for them. It was your job to protect them, to provide a buffer between them and your father- to absorb the abuse so the two young boys wouldn’t ever have to face the aftershock. It was hard enough looking into Dean’s eyes- Dean, who understood, who knew it was now his turn to fall victim to the same fate. But when Sam- poor, innocent Sammy- trotted over from the couch asking if you were okay, a sob ripped from your lips. The impact of the sound escaping caused you to double over in pain, irritating the cut down your left side. Your brothers rushed to you in an instant, taking you by the arms to help lead you over to the bed. 

“I’m okay, it’s fine,” you protested, in a desperate attempt to save face.

But Sam and Dean didn’t listen. You hated when they had to see you like this, the poor kids patching up the damage that should have been yours alone to deal with. But by the way they stood, staring at you in earnest, you knew there would be no telling them no.  

“Dean, can you just grab me something to stop this blood?” You asked, which sent the boy running across the room and to scramble together a few things you may need. Dean’s worry for you was practical, methodical. He was quick to grab the first aid kit to help you stop the bleeding and patch back up. Watching him through the blurred vision of your tears, you thought to yourself how effectively John had trained Dean, and how great of a hunter he was going to be. It made your stomach churn. Sam, on the other hand, clung close to you. He snuggled into your good side and you wrapped an arm around his small frame. Sam’s care for you was sweet and innocent. You closed your eyes and prayed that Sam would never wind up a part of this life. That he would never feel the burn of stitching up his own wound, or the sting of your father’s hateful words.

With Sam still nestled into you, giving you a surge of comfort, Dean sat with the first aid packet, already reaching to run a disinfectant across the cut. 

“Sorry,” Dean mumbled, without pausing his task. 

“S’okay. Here, I got it,” you replied, reaching to grab the supplies from Dean, who pulled them out of your grasp.

“Relax. You’re pretty hurt, I’ll do it.”

“Dad already thinks I’m weak enough. If he walks back in here to see me letting you play nurse, I think he’ll disown me.”

“You aren’t weak,” Sam’s small voice spoke up. He looked up to you with wide eyes and continued. “You’re our big sister, you’re not weak at all.” You pushed the hair out of Sam’s eyes, ruffling it into the top of his head. 

“Thanks, Sammy,” you offered back with a smile. You were happy to have your brothers to come back to in these tough times. They each had their unique ways of being there for you, but you appreciated them both endlessly. You silently wished it could be like this forever. As much as you hated hunting with your father, it was better this way because it meant your brothers would be safe, that they would be there to help patch you up and lift your spirits when you were down.   

So there you sat with your younger brothers. Dean worked on cleaning and bandaging your injuries, while Sam told you stories all about what he was learning at school or what was happening in his favorite TV shows. The three of you sat, laughed, chatted, and everything felt like it was okay again. A while passed, and Dean’s work was long finished, but you all lingered, sat side by side by side on your bed. When the conversation finally lulled, you spoke.

“It’s late Sammy, you should get to bed.” Sam pouted in response but trudged across the room, tucking himself into the pull-out bed Dean had made for him earlier. You marveled at how it never took Sam long to fall asleep- you hoped it would stay that way, that the horrors of the world would never keep him up at night.

After Sam had gone to bed, you and Dean sat in silence, apart from the occasional pained expletives that spilled from your lips when you would shift in your seat combined with the concern that came from Dean’s. When you were sure the youngest boy had fallen asleep, Dean spoke. 

“He’s right, you know. Sammy, I mean. You aren’t weak.” 

“I fucked it up Dean, I almost got us killed.”

“You’re a good hunter. Don’t let Dad talk to you like that. Don’t let him make you feel like you’re not good enough.”

“Well, looks like I don’t have a choice. It’s your turn now,” you said with a humorless laugh. It hurt your heart to think that Dean, your kid brother, would be taking your place. But your father had been training him for years, and in a way, you knew this was coming. The second Dean was old enough, you knew the man would toss you aside in favor of your younger brother. John was always critical of you. No matter what you did, you were never good enough. To him, you were just a fill-in for Dean until he was able to step into the role himself. You knew Dean would be good at hunting- hell, he’d probably be a lot better than you. But the combination of rejection by your father and fear for your little brother weighed on your heart.

“Just be careful, Dean, okay? It’s… scary out there sometimes. You need to look out for yourself.” 

“I know. It’s what I’ve been training for. I’ll be okay.” Dean’s response was tender to match your concern, but it was also laced with a sense of pride. Dean was excited to hunt. It was as if he was stepping into a destiny he had been working towards his whole life. The familiar pit in your stomach began to grow. 

“We should get some sleep,” Dean decided. He rose, packing the first aid supplies back into the duffle bag that sat slumped by the bed. You struggled to your feet, drawing in a sharp breath, before ambling across the room to your own bed. Dean called your name.

“Yeah?” 

“Maybe it’s a good thing Dad doesn’t want you to hunt with him anymore… You deserve better than this. Than Dad. I… just want you to be happy.” The tears welled back in your eyes, but Dean continued. “Sam and I look up to you a lot. Just don’t think badly about yourself, okay? Sam will be happy to have you around.”

Throwing Dean a thankful smile, you tucked yourself into bed. Tomorrow weighed heavy on your mind- it meant dealing with your injuries, facing your father, and watching your younger brother head out on his first hunt. But tonight, you let your whole body relax. For now, you and your brothers were safe and sound. And that would have to be enough.

[greynatomy]

proud of you

lucy bronze x reader

second to last world cup fic. yhis was supposed to be my last, but i saw another in my inbox that’s i should start on.

my requests are closed as of right now. i’ll open it back up when i’ve finished doing the ones i could do, so bare with me.

i will still be writing ones of my ideas and have a couple almost done so keep a lookout for that.

letme know what you think!

-grey

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In the stands, decked out in England jerseys, with your last name displayed proudly on your back, your two year old daughter, Evelyn, having ‘Mama’ on hers.

“Are you excited bubba?”

“Yeah! Mama win?” She looks at you with her big innocent eyes.

“We don’t know yet, so we’ll have to wait and see.”

It’s a very intense game, as expected. It is the final of the Women’s World Cup. Everyone was getting pushed, pulled, taken down. Evie did find it amusing whenever she sees someone fall.

In the twenty-ninth minute was when your heart stopped, Spain’s very own captain, Olga Carmona, scored a goal that erupted their fans into loud cries and cheers, you were glad that Evie had some ear protecting headphones, while England fans looked disappointed. You kept your hopes up. There’s still lots of time left.

But all your home diminishes once your heat the whistle for full-time. You were very proud of Spain, especially Lucy’s Barcelona teammates that you grew close with, despite having a shitty manager.

“Mommy dey los?”

“They did bub. But that’s okay, we’re still super proud of Mama right?”

“Proud Mama.” Evie nods in understanding. “We see Mama now?”

“In a little bit bub.”

Your heart breaks for your wife, even more when you see her collapse to the ground in tears. You want nothing more than to wrap your arms around her and comfort her, but you want to give her some time with her team and peers.

After the medal and awards ceremony, family and friends are now allowed to go down onto the pitch. People ruching to go to their footballer relatives. You take a bit longer, trying to pick up all the toys, snacks and whatever else you brought for your daughter to keep her entertained during the match.

Stuffing everything in the backpack, you put the straps over your shoulders and carry Evelyn on your hip, making your way down to the pitch. Once on the grass, Evelyn starts to wiggle, wanting out of your arms, so you put her down. She starts running as fast as her little legs could. In the distance you see someone crouching down, holding her arms open, waiting for your daughter to get to her.

“Mama!” She yells out, excited to be able to hold her Mama again after so long.

Lucy wraps her arms around her baby, spinning in circles. She suddenly feels her neck become wet, pulling her daughters face from her neck to look at her.

“What are you crying bubby?”

“I miss you so much Mama!” She cries, her bottom lip jutting out.

You can’t help but admire your wife and daughter together. She has truly been the most amazing wife throughout your relationship, especially with your pregnancy. You gave her a real hard time and she was a champ through it all.

“Hey, Darling.” She wraps her free arm around you, leaning down to give you a kiss, only for it to be blocked by a hand pushing you away.

“No! My Mama.”

You pout, playfully being sad. “But she was mine first.”

“Bu-but mine now.”

“Well, what if I told you that’s you’ve got to share both Mommy and Mama in a couple months?”

Lucy’s confused. Why would her daughter have to share them both.

“What?” You daughter asks.

You grab a small jersey from the backpack. On the back, it reads ‘Bronze 2.”

“No way!” Lucy starts crying again, you joining her. “Really? It worked?”

“It did, Hun.”

She puts Evelyn down and wraps both her arms around your waist, giving you a tight, but gentle embrace. She pulls back and grabs the sides of your face with both hands giving you and passionate kiss.

“I love you. Oh, I’m so excited.” She mumbled against your lips.

“I love you. And I am so proud of you. You made it this far, be proud of yourself for being here. You played hard and made us all so proud.”

She picks Evie back up in her arms. “You’re gonna be a big sister!”

“Sister?”

“Yeah! There’s a baby in Mommy’s tummy.”

“She eat baby?”

“No, bub. The baby is gonna grow really big so Mommy’s tummy is gonna grow big and keep baby brother or sister safe.”

“Wow! Hi, baby. I sissy!” Evie has her face pressed up on your stomach.

Lucy wraps her arms back around you. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You question.

“For loving me.”

“It isn’t difficult to. I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

[non-fantasy]

blake i just woke up what is yhis blasphemy i am hearing. wdym you haven't tasted mangoes. wtf is a mango flavour cracker. what are you saying blake (<- for 15 years of their life this person grew up in a house with a functional mango tree)

okay so i just. never ate mangoes before. like they were in the house but i just never had any bc <- neurodivergent hatred of Food Textures = avoid many foods out of fear

but after decades of not eating mangoes i hear storie of how mangoes in other countries taste different from mangoes in the philippines and i decide, hey, i want to see if that is true. this requires me to eat a mango.

but like, it tasted,,, tangy?? not that sweet? i am wondering if i was lied to about the sweetness of mangoes but then everyone goes "WHY IS THAT MANGO SO GREEN" and it turns out?.. my parents??? ONLY LIKE UNRIPE MANGOES?????

the reason my dad gave me mango crackers is just. i have the eating habits of a bird when i get sick and i am sick, but i just. ~~~~~~~~ through the day without food until 10 pm, at which point it is super late and i should not cook dinner but i am also a lil hungry,. and my dad goes "stop eating nuts and bananas and eat something else" so i, struggle bc the leftovers are foods that activate my texture bad hate

so my dad just... gave me mango crackers.

and like, the texture is okay.

i just hate the flavour.

[novexx888]

In hindsight it actually didn't feel like summer. It was actually such a long and heavy winter, days after yhis. This girl and I are no longer friends, on this day, we were literally packing her bags so she could move into my grans house which is basically vacant and she needed space coz of family issues and mental health shit. Ah, o ka se tshepe ge kere ngwanyana o thomile go tlara and popping off and INSULTING & and kicking our other friend who I asked to come along coz I didn't want her being alone coz I was worried about what she might do to herself. The amount of transphobic and hateful comments she threw at our friend was so unbelievably shocking, the same girl who she grew up with. They literally live across the road from each other. So my anxiety started peaking Coz I'm getting calls while I'm at work and being told that the guuurlies are FIGHTING 😭. I immediately went over to the House after work to talk to her and basically tell her she needs to leave coz no one from my family even knows she's staying and this is a family home. I DO NOT NEED THAT ENERGY IN MY GRANDMOTHERS HOME. ka mo there are drugs involved. I get to the house and there's no one there, the doors are wide open and no one's whole. Luckily I have Keys to the actual door and she only has keys to the burglar bars and main gate. I locked the door. Take the existing locks and change all of the locks, packed her bags and took them back to her house. Coz WHAT THE HELL? there's so much more to this story that I can type but I'll save that for my journal.

[pandapillow]

OMGGGG YHIS IS SO CUTE AND I LOVE WHO YOU CHOSE FOR EACH ROLE!!!

Tasuku as Darcy and Tsumu as Wicky would be so good since Darcy and Wicky also grew up together, but then eventually parted ways due to ✨reasons✨

And I like to think that instead of walks in nature for HisoLizzy Tsuzuru would change it to naps in nature. It still serves the same purpose of HisoLizzy feeling at peace with their thoughts and the freedom they feel at nature, while also being a very Hisoka thing of him to do.

And it’d be so cute to have Homare fawning of Guy, and I cant stop thinking about the height difference between the two so it’ll just be Homare looking up and smiling so brightly at Guy who’s just 😊 on the inside but 🙂 on the outside.

AND AZUMA AS LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH 👌🏼 ✨

Imagining him just walking inside the Bennet household and insulting their furniture and looking like a sculpted masterpiece of the gods! I love it. I also love that he’s the one being who gets a lil minion Mr. Collins who’s constantly praising him.

Tsumu as Wicky also works so well since Wicky was able to trick a whole town(?) that he’s an amazing person who does no wrong even with all his gaming debts, and Tsumu’s soft looks just makes him look like the unsuspecting villain, as always <3

I love that you also included the sisters and Juza as Mary is so cuteeeee! If I remember correctly i think Mary is the loud, attention seeking, accomplishment driven sister; so to have Juza play that kind of character is so precious(?)

I think it’s also funny that Juza and Guy will be the really tall and buff Bennet sisters surrounded by their shorter sisters. 2 out of 5 Bennetts will be born tall and buff ^^

I’ve been reading Pride & Prejudice, amazing book I can’t get it out of my brain, and was thinking of Tsuzuru writing a play similar to it. Who do you think would be Elizabeth and Darcy in the Winter Troupe? Cause the play would definitely go to them

I like to think either Homare or Hisoka would be Lizzy and Tasuku or Guy would be Darcy

I just realized I should probably ask if you read the book first, but oh well I’ll take a leap of faith (^^;;

oh my GODDD

I haven't read the book but i'm really familiar with the story (watched the movie ages ago and had a friend who was talking about it aaaaall the time), so from then...

Man this is tough, on one hand i would love to see Guy as Darcy because i think the lack of emotions would really work out, but Tasuku's ability to just put his foot in his mouth and make the situation a hundred time worse by accidentally insulting someone is SOOO Darcy that i really think it has to go to him. Tasuku would be a perfect Darcy.

Meanwhile for Lizzy, that's a tough one. Homare would do her justice and i feel like he'd properly put the passion into her, but i kinda really like the idea of Hisoka playing Lizzy? mostly because i still think about some scenes where Lizzy can be really rude to Darcy and i feel like Hisoka "Little Shit" Mikage would nail those scenes so perfectly.

As the extended cast in general, I could see Homare play Bingley? Between the absolute adoration for Jane and the absolute delight at seeing Darcy being roasted, i feel like Homare would put the exact needed energy into the role.

On Jane though... so i was thinking about it a lot and would have done a rather predetermined answer but. hear me out. hear me out. What about Guy.

Because Guy could play maybe a version of Jane that can be very shy at showing her feelings, which could really land home Darcy breaking Jane and Bingsley up because he feels Jane doesn't like Bingley because of how shy and reserved she is. You can have Guy giving a more stoic act in general while only getting flustered when HisoLizzy is pushing for the gossips and everything.

Then i think a few plotlines might need to be trimmed, like not specifically forcing Wickham to marry a Bennet so we can trim out those roles there, but we do need a Wickham.

And i would argue Lady Catherine de Bourgh could perhaps be an interesting character in the story. tbh i'd be inclined to say Azuma would play her fantastically...

Which lives Tsumugi to play A Bastard again (Wickham).

Ideally we'll need to keep the Bennet parents mostly like, mentioned in the back without seeing them, bc taking them into account while casting would be a core.

And my last argument is to have the other Bennet sisters to mostly appear quickly on stage as very, very minor roles just to show how big the family is, and having them especially played by the youngest kids in Mankai. Like Yuki as Lydia, Muku as Kitty, and for Mary mmmmmmmmmh. I say just to make me (and him!) happy, Juza. No come back i'm a genius i'm right come b-

So yeah this is how i would cast a Pride and Prejudice Winter play.

Lead: Hisoka as Lizzy, Tasuku as Darcy Support: Guy as Jane, Homare as Bingley Antagonists: Tsumugi as Wickham, Azuma as Lady Catherine of Bourgh Cameo: Juza as Mary, Muku as Kitty, Yuki as Lydia. And with note: keeping the Bennet parents mentioned as acting on the play offstage.

here you go ;D

[lemonsweet]

Nimbos like I am tired of existence sentience was my downfall and now I will end it to spite the ones that gave me it but he's also doing that annoying standing leg yoga splits move the whole time and he asks if you want to see his double flip back spin turnover move

[theragegur]

Man, i am really sorry to anyone who followed me for art, memes n giggles but giddam shit is tense down here.

I no joking tone. During these last 4 years we have probably faced no less than 6 coup atempts and inssessant attacks at out democratict institutions at the hands of mr. Fucking president Jair Bolsonaro.

This fucking COWARD did so much shit that there are now NAZIS oit in daylight.

I repeat

NAZIS.

IN BRAZIL

In no moment I was mistaken about the sheer evil of this man during these 4 years, but yhe more i see the more horrified I grew. He literally is using word by word facist propaganda and tatics to pull himself up abd demonize the competition.

He feed thosands of impressonable, already terrible people, what they wanted to hear- and forced milions more to histeria trough fear mongering.

He created a monster, and now this monster is getting out of his control.

Since the election resilts were anounced, leaders everywhere reconized Lula as the new president, ecept Bolsonaro.

He did not admit defeat, and now there are pepple blocking roads clamkng for militar intervention, for a new elecrion.

They are causing chaos, supply shortage. They are impeding people woth CANCER to go to their treatments. People who had important apointments, organ transplants, SUPPLY FOR VACCINES.

They are intimidating, harassing and ATTACKING people who just want to get home. Who just want to work. People already died. Children included. OH

OH YEAH FORGOT TO MENTION. THEY ARE TAKING CHILDREN TO THESE ILEGAL COUP ATEMPTS. THEY ARE USING CHOLDREN AS MEAT SHIELDS, SO THE POLICE CANT ACT.

SPEAKING OF POLICE- MOTHERFUCKERS ARE WATCHING ALL THIS GO DOWN AND DO NOTHING. THEY ARE FUCKING HELPING THE TERRORISTS, VUZ THQT WHAT THEY ALL ARE. TERRORITS.

People areiterally dying because of yhis and they wont stop. Bolsonaro dont even ask for them to stop, "get out of the roads but kerp prptesting" HES LIVING ON BORROWED TIME.

Hes afraid and wants- NEEDS- this coup, vause he knows hes going to jail the moment he steps down from office.

We are in chaos here. I pray this dont gets worse.

[mageofseven]

Hi I don't actually know where to send the ask for matchups. I hope is here. I don't know myself enough maybe cause I usually hide my emotions even for myself or because I can see me or the fact I don't like myself at all. but my friends and family always says that am enthusiastic and that i have a lot perseverance also described me as wise or smart. I like almost everything. Even though everything has something bad also has something good so I can't really hate even if I want to. Nature. Drawing. Singing. Kinda strage I guess but I love maths. Everything that is difficult(is challenging). But I love more to knowing people. Not like talking. I rather listen to them. They all has their own world and is just interesting. I want to know everything I can before is to late. People. The world. Everything. Just learning is exciting. Experiences is fun too. Now what I dislike or more....I don't approve is disrespectful attitute and Cruelty (usually irrational attitutte) not because is "incorrect" because it isn't necessary and is actually prejudicial to you, with the time you can realize you win a lot more when you give respect and sympathy not only in reputation also for growing as a person in mind and hearth. That doesn't means am gonna hate you as I said before I rather trying to understand why and if that person worn my time(everybody who doesn't has the intention of hurting and/or tries to be better ) If fthat person worn my time then will gain all my support but if it doesn't total indifference. I don't think it's totally match with me but my mbti is ENTJ for the functions. My eneagram is 7w8 ya know fun is fun and am just starting to live for real. Also I don't know how horoscope works but am virgo. About all about sexuality I actually just don't care about the body. Not in me or them. As far I can really conect emotionally and in mind with someone it's can appear the chance of falling in love. But is really difficult to me to really connect at all. Usually is just a like but not more. Also I have ADHD my personality changes a lot with my pills or without them. With my pills am calm. I think first of acting or saying everything but without them am a mess jumping everywhere. Like a kid then when I come back to my senses or think about what I did embarrassment attacks me so I hide myself from everybody and everything. my emotions are out of my control and I don't like it cause I accidentally destroy things, hurt myself, etc impulsivity + curiosity + enthusiasm....not a really good match.

Thanks for giving you the time of doing yhis matchups for the fandom

-☀

Oh, you got it! You just send Matchup Requests like any other ask.

Your sentence structure, wording, and typos made this slightly difficult to understand. Sorry, that's partially my brain's fault. However, I think I understand enough to make my choice!

I pair you with...

Lucifer

You come off as someone very capable, but fun loving. You have goals to achieve! And you will meet them, but why not have fun along the way? That seems to be your thought process anyway. You are all about life's experiences. You wanna do more, see more, and meet more people.

Lucifer really admired your drive and sunny disposition; it's what drew him to you. As he got closer though and discovered just how great the disconnection you have with yourself and others, he grew greatly concerned. Because of this, he halted any advances with you for the sake of your own comfort. He cares about you and didn't want to make you possibly feel cornered or uncomfortable.

But he was still opened with you about how he felt and let you know that he is here for you until your ready to be with. If you become ready to be with him, that is. The ball was in your court, so to speak. He knows the pain you carry within your heart and doesn't want to add to it.

Eventually, you do. You appreciate the care you receive from him, but also the respect. He doesn't pity you or see you are someone incapable because of these issues or your need to bury your emotions, despite all of the anxiety and fear under the surface (shown by your Ennegram). No, he sees your strength through all of this and respects you more for it.

And eventually you do got out with him. You do develop feelings for the Avatar of Pride and together, you become such a power couple, ready to raise each other up at any moment the other is feeling down.

[theuniversebeyondtherain]

Tagged again !!

So, here we go again !! Thank you at the amazing @amarynthian-fortress for tagging me !! <3 <3

APPEARANCE:

I am 165 cm

I wear blue glasses

No tattoos either, but I think they are cute.

I just have my ears pierced

I am a blondie.

With blue eyes

I have short hair, I was so fed up with my long hair that I cut them ^^

I don’t have braces.

Hum... If I could I’d change my size

PERSONALITY:

I am a proud Hufflepuff. I’m a bit shy but I’m very talkative. I also love cuteness and some romances, even if I like when something dark happens. I love to learn and study the psychological performance of humans.

I love meeting new people and I’d do anything for my friends and my family.

I simply adore litterature and history. Also, writing is really an important part of my life.

I want to live in a quiet place, maybe in Liguria (Italy) or in Britain in a Hobbit hole where I can write all I want ad live a quiet life. Or I’d want to earn a house in Niagara on the Lake (Canada, Ontario) and do some guest house.

I don’t like conflicts, and as @amarynthian-fortress said, “I have recently become very apolitical" BEcause seriously, have you seen the shit going on in the US or in France ? It’s just an awfull mess.

I wish to have the ghosts of Ramses II, François I and Machiavel around me, it would be so funny !! Speaking psychology and war tactics, and we would plan the world conquest together, I would feed them with cookies.

I think we have to laugh about everything, it’s the only way to de-dramatize things and to keep living.

ABILITY:

I can sing almost everything, I have four octaves

I speak several languages.

I I love writing.

I think I finally found a place where I’d feel at home : libraries (even if I prefer litteratures bookshop than Comics bookshop, I know more about novels).

I have a good memory, can read something and remember it for several years (it really helps me when my studies), and I also have a very good oral memory.

I will see something sexual in everything you’ll say, unfortunately.

It’s really hard to make me angry, I would normally flee conflicts, but sometimes, I just explode.

HOBBIES:

Writing, reading, listening to music, singing, cooking....

Surviving school took me alsmot all my time so I didn’t have a lot of hobbies during the last years.

I love to write or to just lay there petting my cat. 

I write stories that I wish to publish one day, but I won’t say more, it shall remain a mystery for a bit longer.

I enjoy hanging out with friends and travelling.

EXPERIENCES:

I traveled a lot with my family when I was younger, which makes me  already set a foot on three continents.

I lived i Luxembourg all my life but I am half french, half luxemburgish and a bit german (let’s not talk about the belgian and the russish part of my familly, seriously it’ juste a mess xD). I also go to the french school where I learned 5 languages... Sometimes, it’s a really long story to tell.

I’ve never been in holiday camps ever, but I did some schooltrips (most of them were horrible)

My friends and I were making stupid jokes everytime we are at a movie (even today, while watching Ghost in the shell,a stranger told my friend @snarky-goldfish to shut the fuck up, because we were talking too much xD) 

I often go to some concerts (Mostly metal or rock) and my mom loves to come with me.

I have studied Latin at school and i FUCKING HATE IT !!!!!!!!!

RELATIONSHIP:

I’m single.

I had two other relationships but they were really to remember, especially the last one (I’ll never go out with an Italian guy again if he’s so in love with his Mom, seriously, it was a misery)

MY LIFE:

Hmmmm, YHI DID I GREW UP ??????

I had to wait to be 17/18 yo to finally have a really good relationship with my parents.

I am an only child, no siblings, alas.

I live in Brussels.

My cat stayed in Luxembourg with my Mom but I miss him soo much !!! T_T

I possess many books, and I cannot stop getting new ones, just like @amarynthian-fortress said

I always sleep with tons of plushes, it’s so fluffy !!!

RANDOM SHIT

I always love the Evil guys in the movies... I cried when Godzilla died, same for the big mean Dragon in The Reign of Fire... But the one I really love is Loki (maybe because of Tom Hiddleston seriously he’s so beautiful)... But anyway, I think I may have a Slytherin part in my Hufflepuff heart,

I loved the new Beauty and the Beast movie, it was so beautiful, even if I cried at the end like a baby.

Hmmmm, I like cats !!!!!!!

I love blue, every shades of it. I also have to waer something bue everyday, that’s why I have blue glasses. It keeps me luck. That’s also the reason why after my car accident, I get a new turquoise car, to keep me safe and it also helped me to drive again.

I want Peter Jackson to do the Silmarillion !!!!!!!!!!

I still sometimes listen to Tokio Hotel’s song, don’t judge me, it helped me a lot when I was a tenn and it still sometimes cheer me up.

Alright, I tag@snarky-goldfish @oh-eren-my-eren @le-rire-des-etoiles @thesniffler @justmykindofstupid @roxas-j-frost @asknewt @newtscamanderdaily @stilessderek @like-a-bucky @stereden

[astraeaataraxia]

creatrix

before the sky and the earth existed, there was only the void

and a great deal of wind

we were luonnotar, the daughter of nature

we lived in the heavens,

we floated in the sky

for ages

serene as butter

doing lazy backstrokes

in a pail of cream

until we grew lonely

leaned on the edge of the pail until it toppled

and threw ourselves into the ocean

where we floated for seven centuries

carried by bubbles from the mouths of silver fish

counting rainbows while we wound them around our fingers

letting the wind play in our hair

in the reflection of the water, there we were

crimson faced and three eyed,

crowned with a slice of moon

our hair as black as night, tumbling over our shoulders

we were bhuvaneswari, and we were so beautiful

shiva created his third eye so he would have more enjoyment

in viewing us

our name was honabe

and we were so hot

we placed cast iron pans on our inner thighs

and the heat from our vulvas

spun them to sizzling

our name was viraj

we simultaneously gave birth to each other

i remember your arm, slick with blood

and vibrating with life

we were walu, and we slept in an underground cave

where bells echoed in the corners and crickets chirped in the eaves

when we woke and stretched, light streamed out of a yawn and into the sky

we were in the uterus of the universe. roiing in kali’s ocean of blood.

we were the uterus of the universe. we were maha-kali, the great power, one with maha-kala, the absolute.

we were temu, mother of the darkness upon the face of the deep, of the abyss, of water, darkness, night, and eternity.

we were yhi, the goddess of light

and when we opened our eyes, the world flooded with light

pinging off the stars into a dizzying jeweled sea

we took a turn as juno lucina, bringing light on long strings,

bobbing like balloons, to the eyes of the newborn world.

our name was eurynome, and we rose naked from the primordial chaos

our hands thrust up from a pit of emerald snakes

we danced to divide light from darkness, sea from sky

your feet in the dust, creating the ridges of mountains

our whirling skirts created a wind that grew lustful toward us

turning to face it, we grasped the wind in our hands

rolled it into a serpent, and named it ophion.

we had intercourse with the serpent

whirled ourselves into a dove,

and laid the universal egg from which creation hatched

our name was izanami

and we stood on the edge of a rainbow

stirring chaos with a spear

until matter formed

our name was little turtle

our name was “grandmother” there was no sun, no moon, and no stars

we were carried on a river of darkness

until we grabbed lightning from the rushing water

and set it aflame in the sky

the first attempt baked the earth

the little droplets of rain we had sewn into the dirt

sizzled up and fizzled out

so we poked a little hole in the blanket of the sky

where the sun went every night

but that left the earth dark again

so, from the peel of a tangerine, we made the glittering moon,

who married the sun,

and they had stars for children.

is that right? i can’t remember

it was so very long ago

maybe it was when we were klu-mo

maybe it was like the bon-po people would tell their children

who would tell their grandchildren:

from the top of her head, the sky erupted

the moon burst from her right eye

the sun from her left

the stars from her teeth

isn’t this too many stories, dropje? i asked

with candy crouched in the hollow of your cheek, you sang “there’s no such thing as too many stories”

you called yourself nyx and took a turn as the moon

i called myself hemera and took a turn as the sun

twice each day, we passed at the brass gates of the other world

and waved from our chariots

as one of us went home

and the other mounted the sky

we’d sing to each other as we rode

our voice creating the thunder

and our tongues the lightning

our breath forming pincushion clouds

and our tears a saltwater rain

when you were taking your turn as the moon

you built yourself a turquoise palace on the western horizon

you called yourself changing woman when your age began to show, you said to me: watch this

you walked east, until you met yourself walking westward

we kept walking until your young self merged with your aging self

then, renewed, you returned home

we were nachailiavang

and we walked on top of the ocean’s waves

dropping sand from a coconut

creating scattered islands

or maybe we swallowed half the ocean

so land appeared

pleased and giggling,

we walked the world’s surface

juniper berries and feathered red ferns

springing from our footprints

one year, on the day i was born

i was out for a walk

and when the wind spun me back in

i found you had filled the house with pillows

you stuffed with winds and snow

“open them” you whispered

and out poured the seasons

by then, we were calling ourselves coadidiop

and we were growing bored of swimming in the sky

arranging and rearranging the stars at night

measuring the proportion of salt to ocean

we decided to invent smoking

we used two of our bones to create a cigar holder

and we squeezed tobacco from our bodies

we created and smoked the coca plant

and we began to see beings

in claps of thunder and bursts of lightning, men came into being but disappeared

it took us three times

before we created a man that remained in existence

oh you’re right, i forgot the time

that we lay with the sky until our four wombs were filled with the human race

we gave birth to a sticky pouch, from which a hundred eggs emerged

we gave the gods a rope and a hook, with which they pulled up human life

we were atsintma, and we began to sing

low and sweet we sang, as the earth gave birth to animals

we set our trousers on the ground,

and they curled into caribou,

we threw our jacket down,

and it folded into

a walrus

as each was born, we lifted it from beneath the earth’s blanket

we stretched the blanket between the mountains

and bounced our children on it

we did all of these things before

and we’ll do them all again

but in between the makings, media naranja

while we’re dreaming up new ideas

and waiting for new thread to arrive

re-honeying our souls and inking up our pens

we meet in the space between our world dreams

we meet back in the primordial soup

in our sandy little house by the ocean

as the ocean churns forth wave

after wave

after wave