#i was truly a chaotic romantic force in the world

[bucketofchum]

Im still a big romantic but definitely less romantic than I used to be

[poetryvampire]

✨A Healing Touch ✨

Summery: You and a few fellow druids join with the teifling refugees as they make their way to the Emerald Grove. Zevlor has fallen for you completely but will he ever be able to overcome his anxieties and accept the love you have to offer him?

Pairing: Zevlor x Fem! Reader/Tav

Words: 3,886

Contents: druid! reader/tav, mutual pining, self-esteem issues, angst, hurt/comfort, age gap, nsft, making out, masturbation, p in v sex, cunnilingus, premature ejaculation

Notes: I wrote some angsty headcanons for Zevlor dealing with is feeling for reader (original Here). I wanted to add to it and make it more explicit. There will be an least another chapter. You can read on a03 Here or below! 💚

 It would have been a lie to say that you hadn’t been on Zelvor’s mind from the moment of your meeting. As much as he hated to admit it, it had been seared thoroughly into his mind. 

 He remembered his apprehension at the idea of accepting your small party of land druids to join his group of refugees.The hours of talk with your Archdruid- a stern but sensible elf- lead to a peaceful agreement. She talked of her handful of druids being forced to flee their forest from hostel creatures and now sought a new home. Zevlor had planned to lead his people to the Emerald Grove to settle at least temporarily. It only made sense to join forces.

What eased his mind most was the diversity of your party; four elves, two tieflings and a human. It was an odd grouping to say the least, but genuine. Friends of his kind were friends of his. Plus Zevlor hoped that being in the company of elves may help their chances at the Grove. That evening, once the negotiating was said and done the commander did his usual walk through the camp, taking care to note the new faces. He had one remaining elf and the human still to meet. 

Then he saw you. A human woman, sprawled in the grass, laughing with your elven friend. Your antics had left you trying to adjust the flowers that had been braided into your hair. Your smile struck him; it was so warm and joyous. He was gripped with the sudden urge to have it turned on him. As if you had read his mind your bright eyes snapped to him. Smile ever on your lips you rose and made your way straight to him. Zavlor’s heart skipped a beat. You were a vision, one that could be easily mistaken for a  fairy maiden from a romantic tale of old. 

 To Zevlor’s surprise you bowed to him offering many thanks for his kindness in taking you in. He attempted to wave away such words, truly it was hardly a sacrifice. But you insisted that you would work hard to do anything you could to help. Your noble worlds and closeness of your beauty sparked something in Zevlor he thought long dead. Something akin to a boyish crush hit him like a hoof. He stumbled his way through a response, too taken by the warm light of the campfire dancing with the flowers in your hair. 

 That was to be the first of many interactions the tiefling would play over in his head endlessly. Your presence did wonders to slow his thoughts and make himself act a clown. It had been easy to dismiss at first. It was simply nature at play. You were young and gorgeous, a common bane to reason and sensibility. Zevlor marked the undeniable tension your presence brought as a passing interest he would soon forget about entirely. This was not the case. 

 As the weeks went by and your travels pressed on, your place in Zevlor’s mind only grew. Instantly you became an active member of the camp, ready to lend a hand to anyone. Without fail you always greeted him with a smile and a kind word, a simple action that Zevlor found himself looking forward to. Just as he would look forward to your daily conversations, the way they turned from awkward to easy. How they’d grown to be hours in length and moved over meals, cups of tea, long walks in the woods. In any form they were unquestionably the best part of his day. 

 Settling in the Emerald Grove was chaotic to say the very least. The tiefling commander was painfully aware of how precarious their new lodgings were. As he had predicted the accompaniment of the fellow druids had helped their case for their settlement. Though there are many among them ready to throw the tieflings away without a second thought. Another correct prediction, the druids of the Grove had offered permanent placement among them to all of your circle but the tiefling druids. The offer was hastily turned down to Zelvor’s great surprise. Your loyalty and care for your companions regardless of race moved him deeply. Plus,he thanked the Gods for you still being a part of his life.   

 As much as he had tried there was no longer any point of denying it. He was going half mad with yearning for you. Day and night he was consumed with visions of your beauty; from simple dreams of your perfect lips to impressions of how your face might contort in pleasure underneath him. It had been almost decades since the commander had felt such strong emotion for anyone. Your young, vivacious spirit was contagious and had rekindled things long forgotten in Zevlor’s soul. He was suddenly aware just how long it had been since he had felt the warmth of another’s skin on his. It was a craving growing stronger in him by the day. 

 In his Hellrider days he had seen and participated in his share of lustful adventures. He was no stranger to such things nor would he call himself a prude.That version of Zevlor felt a lifetime away. He had lost everything since then, his confidence included. In his mind there was no chance a creature as lovely as you would ever have eyes for someone as loathsome as him. It made his desire for you feel even more despicable. 

 Shame weighed heavy in his chest when he caught his eyes lingering on you. In typical druid fashion you weren’t shy about your body. You didn’t have a second thought about hiking up your skirt to climb through bushes to collect berries, or how you licked their juices from your fingers as you brought back a basket full. Zevlor hated himself for the lewd thoughts that plagued him. 

 Many sleepless nights had passed before he gave in. Before he pushed his tangled blankets off in the darkness and finally brought his hand to his painfully hard cock. Swiping his thumb across his soaked head, he conjured the image of you earlier that day. You had taken your time serving him tea, leaning across the table before him. With a lower cut dress then normal you went about your actions not noticing- or caring- for the full view of your cleavage you gave him. Zevlor bucked his hips frantically into his hand. He would have pulled you into his lap right then if he could; would have ripped your dress away and lavished every inch of neck and chest with his mouth. It only took the vision of Zevlor’s hands on your hips as he guided you down on to his manhood to push him over the edge.        

  He scolded himself for the old pervert that he was, hating the idea that he was using you for his wanton desires. Yet, the commander half wished those were the only feelings he held for you. To imagine his life without your friendship seemed too much to bear. Had the both of you not been stuck in such a stressful situation Zevlor would have courted you properly, as you deserved. But for the time being he was determined to keep his emotions to himself.               

                                                            -   

  Once again Zevlor found himself at your side. After running into each other time and time again in the surrounding forest you began planning outings together. He shared your love for the quiet peace of nature. As the tiefling sat in the grass writing in his journal you were perched on a rock trying to sketch the landscape. 

“I feel like a person could go mad staring at anything for too long.” you huffed, breaking the silence.

Zevlor snapped back to himself, his mind having been deep in thought over the tension with the druids of the Grove. Had he been staring? 

“Your muse isn’t speaking to you today then?” He smiled. Even when frustrated you were breathtaking.    

 “I suppose not. They’ve been a terrible tease lately.” 

 “How boarish.” Zevlor sighed, closing his book. “If you like I could knock some sense into them.”             

 You mock a gasp and press the back of your hand to your forehead. 

 “Would you defend me so, my brave paladin?”

“I would like nothing more, my lovely druid.” the words left him before he could stop himself. Perhaps that was a slight overstep. 

 Your eyes met his and held his gaze, a warm smile ever present on your lips. With the greenery of the woods around you, you seem the very model of enchantment. How could Zevlor even consider courting you when you deserved so much better. His hands tightened around his journal wherein he had penned several poems professing his devotion to you. He would never let you see them but his heart had always held a soft spot of the genre. It was a captivating means of embodying the truest forms of beauty and raw emotion. It was perfectly suited for you. 

 Zevlor lowered his eyes first, clearing his throat and flipping through his book. He pretended to look for something all the while feeling your eyes still on him.There were times he could have sworn that your eyes held something akin to -no he couldn’t think that. He pushed it from his head. Holding on to false hope would only make things more painful. 

 You stand and hold your sketchbook out in front of you, eyes darting between it and the land itself. 

 “Something just seems off.” You move back and forth trying to find just the right angle. “Zevlor, could you come here?” 

“Of course,” he stood to join you and to his great surprise you lightly placed your hands on his shoulders to adjust his position. 

“Right, so now,” you turned and held out your book once more. “You see how you can tell the natural depth of the trees? I feel like I’ve mucked up the shading somehow. Mine just looks all stacked over each other. What do you think?” 

Zevlor moved slightly forward, careful not to actually touch you, his head hovered just over your shoulder. He squinted, moving his eyes from the scenery to your sketch. As always he was impressed with your work and could make out no significant difference between the two. 

 “I may not have the skill to offer much help, to me the likeness is impeccable.” Zevlor turned his gaze to you and was suddenly hit with an intoxicating scent. Something fresh and sweet as an orange blossom filled his lungs. Had he never noticed or was this the closest he’d ever stood to you? He watched your lips- your full, perfectly shaped lips- curve into a smile. 

 “You’re too kind. I should probably leave it  for now. I’ve been staring so long my eyes are beginning-” Abruptly, you turned and lost your words. Your faces were no more than an inch apart.    

Zevlor froze, his eyes darting from yours to your still parted mouth. The paladin’s mind screamed at him to back away but his body was rooted in place. You let out a shaking breath before you closed the space between you and pressed your lips to his. A wave of shock snapped through Zevlor like a bolt of lightning. He had barely processed what was happening as he felt your hands press against his broad chest. How had he fallen into a dream without even realizing?

 Ever so slightly you pulled back to search Zevlor’s face with wide eyes. He cannot make sense of all the thoughts racing through his mind. Dream or not he can’t stomach the loss of contact. Curling his hand around the back of your neck he takes your lips hungrily with deep frantic kisses. You surrender to him happily as you fully part your lips welcoming him in. You both can’t help but moan at the taste of each other.    

  Tongues dancing, heads dizzy, Zevlor barely noticed he was moving until he had you pushed against a tree. He could barely think of anything apart from the warmth of your mouth. His body now fully pressed to you, he was half expecting for you to push him away. Again to his surprise your arms locked about him, your hands grabbing his armor as if to keep him as close as possible. Despite his blood running heavy with desire he kept his hands in place; one tangled in your hair, the other pressed firmly on your waist. 

The clash of metal on metal shot through the trees. Zevlor broke away from your embrace, mind snapping to action in case he had to defend you. Luckily the sound of multiple footsteps was followed by some familiar voices. 

“Those are brand new! Could you try being careful?” said one. 

“I am!” another answered. “I’d like to see you lift this much.” 

 It seemed their friends that had set off to barter down at the market had some success. Their voices echoed through the quiet woods as the party broke into two. One headed to the Grove the others settled in the grass not too far away.

“They’re back already?” the woe in your voice was apparent.  

  Zevlor casted his eyes away from your blushing faces. His senses were coming back to him and he was shocked by the brashness of his actions. The shame was drowned in an instant as your hand caressed his cheek, turning him back to you.                   

 “They’ll be looking for me. I promised to meet them and help with supper.” you sighed. “We should get back.” 

Your words though sensible were a knife to the chest. Despite his conflicting emotions he didn’t want the dream to end so quickly. He licked his lips trying to draw words but none would come. Confessions of love and longing thundered in his chest and he didn’t dare to let them out. 

“Zevlor,” his name had never sounded so honeyed. “Come to my tent tonight.” Your words are soft yet earnest. 

Zevlor’s flaming eyes studied you carefully. 

“You…” he speaks lowly. “You want this?” 

“Yes.” you placed a chaste kiss to his cheek. 

                                                               -

The preparations for dinner were a haze. You’d be methodically chopping carrots then suddenly be overcome with laughter. Your fellow cooks blamed it on too much sun, to which you gladly agreed. Being with Zevlor certainly felt as warm as sunlight. Once everything was ready and everyone gathered you sat as far from him as you could. The nerves and excitement tangling into you left you practically trembling. His closeness would only make it worse. That didn’t stop either of you from stealing glances throughout the meal.

Parting early you rushed to get back to your tent. You wanted to take your time bathing and fretting about what to wear, like some high lady. What were you in that moment if not a princess waiting for your valiant knight. Finally you were to be rescued from your aching loneliness and desire for the man that had done so much for you and your people. Painstakingly you smoothed the blankets over your bed roll, a smile on your lips. Zevlor was going to take you here, the very place you had pleasured yourself so many times to the thought of him.    

Night came and you waited nervously pacing the small interior of your tent. After much debate you had chosen to don a plain but revealing night dress. You hoped to make your affection for him very clear. Just as you began to question whether Zevlor would keep his word you heard his low voice break the silence.

 He was more dashing than you had ever seen him; dressed down, out of his armor, in a simple white ruffled shirt and brown trousers. Ever the gentlemen he held out a bouquet of wildflowers to you.    

 Trying your best not to swoon you took them and breathed in their sweetness. 

 “I did not want to be the only one surrounded by beauty tonight.” Zevlor offered. 

“You’re as humble as you are kind,” you smile, placing the flowers in a water jug. “Perhaps even too humble, if I may be so bold.” you move close to him. 

 “You may.” Zevlor breathes. He was awestruck at the sight of you, at the thinness of your gown, at everything you inspire in him. 

  Not wanting to waste another moment with the tiefling you adored, you pulled him into a kiss. As before you could feel passion coursing through him in seconds. His arms were tight around you pressing you to him, drawing a soft gasp for you. You could feel his warmth, his infernal ridges that decorated his chest rubbing against your hardening nipples. Creeping a hand up his shirt you savored the rich texture. Your desire for him stoked his courage as Zavlor explored your mouth with a ferocity you’d only dreamed of. He moved his hungry lips to your neck kissing and licking every inch he could get. 

A loud moan escaped you as he finally sank his teeth into you. Harder than you expected but not enough to draw blood. He sucked the skin, setting every part of you aflame. It was maddening, you were clinging to him but Zevlor had yet to move his hands from where they lay on you back.     

 With clumsy impatience you moved backward, pulling your knight with you down on the bed. Overcome with ever growing need you ripped away your night dress entirely and laid back completely exposed before Zevlor. You pressed your legs together, your wetness pooling as his infernal eyes raked over you. Certainly he would pounce, ravish you, take you as his own any second. To your dismay he pulled away a sudden concern washing over his face. 

 By the Gods Zevlor ached for you. But to see you like this, you were almost too lovely. In soul and in body. How could a fallen paladin like him be worthy of you?

“Zevlor?” you reach for him but still he makes no move.  

 He cursed himself, as always he’s making things worse. There's hurt building in your eyes, as if he could ever be displeased with you. Quelling your fears he lightly stroked your calf and planted a chaste kiss to your knee.

 “You’re perfect.” Zevlor smiled sadly. “You deserve better than an old man like me.”

 You let out a warm laugh. 

"Zevlor," you plead. "Touch me, please. Just look at what you do to me" 

You spread your legs before him, pulling a hungry moan from his throat. Your sex  glistened in the low light, ready for him. He can’t remember the last time he’s been so enchanted or afraid. Lovingly you take his hands in yours and kiss his palms and pressed them to your flesh. Soon they're moving on their own, spreading reverent caresses over every inch of you. His rough fingers toyed with the sensitive buds of your breast ripping a wanton moan from you. 

  Zevlor pressed flush against you, causing you to whimper at the sensation of his hard bulge on your thigh. His mouth is praising you with the fervor of a paladin. Kissing your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Automatically you opened your legs wider, hoping to spur him on. He takes a moment to admire you, his fingers running over your sex. Ever so gently he spreads your folds and groans at the sight of you fluttering with excitement.  

 His cock was so full, aching for relief but his discomfort was outweighed by his desire to taste you. He dragged his tongue over you painfully slow, methodically working your lips and clit. You were whining and trembling for him in no time, begging for more. There was nothing he could deny you. Zevlor gripped your thighs tight trying to keep you still as he worshiped you with his mouth, lapping you up like a man starved. It was dizzying, you writhed loving how firmly he had you spread, how powerful and thorough his strokes had become.  

 Zevlor breathed you in. You were delicious; nothing short of addicting. He was overwhelmed by it all. How impossibly soft you were, how ardently you moaned his name. No longer able to stop himself he began rutting into the bedroll feverishly. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you no matter how badly he was dying to be thrusting into you. 

 “Zevlor-Gods please, please I’m so- I’m so-” your words turn into unintelligible sobs under his ministrations. Before long the heated flicks of his tongue push you over the edge, making your whole body shake, your hips grinding against his mouth. Your pussy’s sudden pulsing and wetness under his tongue was electrifying. White hot pleasure shot through Zevlor, before he could even think to stop himself he came hard groaning against you. 

You fell limp, still panting his name. Zevlor stayed pressed to you lightly tracing your folds. He was mortified, shame bubbling in his gut. Unsure of what to do he slowly pulled away from you and released his grip on your legs. You let out a sharp hiss of pain, making the paladin freeze. His concern turns to horror as he looks you over only to see the fresh red cuts his nails have left on your thighs. You passed your hand over the markings, wincing.

A pained gasp leaves him as he backs away from you. He hadn’t been thinking. How could he have let himself be so foolish, let his infernal nature get the best of him. One of the fears that had driven him away from you for so long had become reality. Somehow he had failed you as a lover by cumming so easily and he had hurt you from lack of care without even having been inside you.                                                                                                                       

“I-I, I didn’t-” He could barely get the words out, a mixture of panic and anguish seizing his heart. 

“Zevlor, it’s-” 

“I’m sorry. I did not mean to act so recklessly.” His words are laced with distress. Zevlor lowers his head, practically bowing before you. “Forgive me. I never meant to hurt you.” 

“Of course,” You reach for him but he stands, stepping away, eyes casted downward. 

“I shouldn’t have come here.” 

“It’s not- ahh- too bad.” you wince again as you stand to follow him.

“This was a mistake.” he shakes his head. “It won’t happen again,” 

 His words pierce you like a cold chill. 

 “What?” Your breath quickens, heat rising to your face. “No. I’m fine, it’s fine. Zevlor, please.” 

 Again you try to touch him but he moves away, eyes still not meeting yours. 

 “No. This-” he gestures between the two of you. “This shouldn’t be. I’m sorry.” 

 Before you can say anything Zevlor marches out of your tent into the night. You call after him, pleading for him to return. A part of you wanted to throw a blanket over yourself and run after him but you didn’t want to risk making a fool of yourself or of him. 

 You let out a cry, suddenly bursting into tears. The emotional whiplash of the day hit you hard. There’s a thousand desperate thoughts running through your mind. Overwhelmed, you curl up on your bed and sob softly into your pillow until sleep takes you.     

Thank you so much for reading <3

[carlyraejepsans]

Sans marries Toriel and is technically Flowey's dad is one thing, I'm more fascinated in the potential of a neutral ending where Sans marries Toriel and is technically king

nonono you jest, but in a scenario where sans would be interested in a romantic relationship with toriel, i actually think toriel returning to her role as queen would make him take a step back.

i always got this sense of... distance? when hearing him talk about her in the phonecalls for that ending (at least, compared to the way he talks about her post pacifist, in the Q&A and alarm clock dialogue).

and while I'm sure they remain friends and that the political structure in ut is nowhere as big of a deal as the one we have in real life, well... she's still the queen, y'know? like you said, getting romantically involved gets you Involved involved. and sans is the kinda guy who likes to stay low.

on the other hand, i don't think toriel wants to rule the underground again. she feels a duty towards it, and she definitely handles it better than asgore (administratively, but also emotionally, considering she successfully overturns the "all humans must be killed" rule, so it wouldn't be as much of a burden on her shoulders), but i still think her actual desire to rule died, just as asgore's did, along with their children.

and the reason i have a visceral HATE when people treat toriel like sans' mother figure is because sans is the first genuine connection she makes with another person in hundreds, maybe thousands of years, where she is at eye level with them. she's spent god knows how long in self imposed isolation, and the RUINs monsters are still too intimidated by her to be her friends. sans' friendship with her as equals was so crucial in her first true steps to recovery.

so to finally end her exile, return to the outside world, pick up her crown again (which she doesn't truly want, but she will bear it for the greater good) but hey, amidst all this chaotic change at least she can finally meet her mysterious friend face to face...

only for him to put that distance between them himself. step back, tilt the scales, force her up that higher spot she thought she'd stepped down from the first time he said "knock knock"...

well. i just think it would be a phenomenal source of conflict for an angst fic set in this ending :]

[linawritestwst]

Hi for requests, can I ask for a reader (gender doesnt matter) who used to be an assassin back in their home world and their interactions with the vice dorm leaders? They haven’t told anyone yet, but who would catch on?

vice dorm leaders x reader who used to be an assassin in their world (gn!reader)

THIS IS SUCH A COOL REQUEST i'm gonna be honest, i've been wanting to write something about an assassin!reader for a long time 🤭

these headcanons can be interpreted as both romantic or platonic (though some of them are a bit more romantic than others). also jamil headcanons turned out to be much longer than i intended. oh well jamil simps here's your food

warnings: mentions of murders, death, weapons and some minor physical violence (such as attacking and threatening other characters)

trey clover.

♡ he actually did have a feeling that there's more to you than meets the eye. don't take him wrong, he's sure that you're a kind and gentle person, but you just have this.. vibe, as cater would say. he felt like you're hiding something and not just from him, but from everyone here. of course, he wanted to know the truth, but he wouldn't force you to tell him anything. he respects your privacy and he's sure that you will tell him everything yourself if you feel comfortable with it.

♡ he has to admit, you can be.. kinda scary sometimes, haha. you sure know a lot about poisons, you'd be a perfect pomefiore student, honestly. and you're not scared of sharp things like knives, syringes, scissors, etc, at all, in fact, you look so.. confident when you use them? but like, confident in a scary way, you look so intense when you hold those things, it's like you could kill anyone with that thing right now, haha. y-you wouldn't actually kill anyone, right?..

♡ he would find out the truth about you by accident, he would just make a joke about you secretly being an assassin because of your knowledge and your skills. and that's when you would grab him by the throat, not worried about anyone finding you since it's just you two alone right now. wow, trey knew that you're good at p.e, but your physical strength is.. truly something. you could easily choke him anytime now, you're just holding back because you want to know how he found out. and when it turns out that it really was just an innocent joke, even though trey did have some suspicions about you.. you sigh heavily and let him go. this guy has to be more careful with his sense of humor.

♡ starting from that day, you know that there's no reason for you to try and hide anything from trey. no matter how hard you try to deny it, this guy knows for sure that you're an assassin now. you have no choice but to ask him not to tell anyone and if he does tell- wait, he's actually okay with it? he simply laughs and says that he knows what you're gonna do if he tells others the truth about you, so you don't have to worry about him exposing you or anything. as long as you don't actually hurt anyone, he doesn't mind your company, he likes you a lot, actually. you're so confused, why is this guy not scared of you at all?? you almost ended up choking him to death, why does he still want to be friends with you (or possibly, even something more)? ah, it's because he's so used to dealing with those chaotic heartslabyul students that he's not really scared of anything, even assassins..

ruggie bucchi.

♡ another guy who had a feeling that you're not so innocent.. however, he's totally okay with it. he won't try to learn more about your past or anything like that. it's not like he even cares that much about it. everyone has their own secrets, after all. well, unless someone orders him to find more information about you and promises to pay him well, that's when he will actually try to find out who you really are. come on, what else did you expect from him?

♡ he can't figure you out at all, but he does have a feeling that you killed someone in the past. at first it's just something that he jokes about and doesn't take too seriously, but.. something about you just makes him feel a bit uneasy. and that's already a lot, it can be quite hard to scare someone like ruggie. you know what, he's not even gonna try to find out more about you anymore. his life is more important than that and he's pretty sure that you could easily take his life if you wanted. so nope, better safe than sorry.

♡ he would find out your secret on accident and similar to trey, he would casually go "wow, y/n, i wouldn't be surprised if you turned out to be a serial killer or something". and of course, he's wrong, you're not exactly a serial killer.. but you're still a killer. SO NEVERMIND HE IS SURPRISED. you make him fall on the ground and grab his head, forcing him to tell you where he got that info from. you promise not to hurt him if he tells you, though you're not sure if you can keep that promise. ruggie tries to assure you that it was just a joke and he didn't actually think that you killed someone- that's a lie. that's a lie, he was sure that you killed at least one person in the past.

♡ you know that other students may find you if this guy makes too much noise, so you let him go. honestly, that was kind of stupid, now that you think about it. you were an assassin in your home world, but this is a completely different world, so.. you don't have to be an assassin anymore. you apologize to ruggie and tell him that it was just an old habit. he jokes about you having very interesting habits, but right after that he quietly asks if you actually are a serial killer. you know, it's not like he's scared of you, haha.. "yes", you say, deadpan. OH. OKAY. COOL. great, he really has to be more careful with you now- you laugh because of how funny his face expression looks and tell him that it was just a joke. he almost calms down, but then you go "i'm an assassin actually". t-that's not any better, you know that?? you don't have to worry about ruggie telling anyone anything though.. well, if someone asks and promises to pay- fine, fine, he really won't tell anyone.

jade leech.

♡ ANOTHER ONE. he probably figured out your true identity right when he met you. he didn't say anything though, so you can thank him for that. he would do it only if he got something in return, similar to ruggie, but it's still not that easy to make him talk. he's the curious type, so he would try to find out more, even though he can confidently say that you have killed someone before. he wants to know the details: how have you killed that person, who was that person, are you an insane serial killer or do you have a more sympathetic motivation? hm.. maybe it was actually your job?

♡ just so you know, he doesn't judge you or anything like that. no matter what reason you had for killing that person or those people, it's your life, it's your choice, so yeah, keep slaying, king/queen/monarch <3 and as you spend more time with him, he will give you hints about knowing more about your past than you think. of course, these hints make you very nervous, but don't worry, HE DOES IT INTENTIONALLY. hehe, it's so fun to see you react like that, considering that you're very calm most of the time and don't get scared often. but hey, if you react like this, it means he's on the right track, right?

♡ when the time comes, he would ask you about it himself. and he also would do it in a crowded place, so that killing him to keep your secret won't be that easy. don't worry, it's not like he would ask this question right in front of everyone, he would do it quietly, it's basically a whisper compared to voices of other people and noises that they make. and it's enough to make you panic, because you can't really make him shut up right now. so you just ask him as quietly as he did, "what do you want?". huh? what does he mean by "nothing"? he just thought that you should know that he's aware of your "dark side". ah, and again, he just wanted to see your reaction too. this guy is more dangerous than you even though you're literally an assassin..

♡ after that, jade would raise the topic of you being an assassin only in private, unless he thinks that you're brave and reckless enough to try to kill him. you still can't believe that he doesn't want anything from you, you can't remember the leech twins being so kind. it's probably because he's not afraid of you at all, even though you've killed people before. this guy also can use magic, so.. he's probably stronger than you, even though you don't want to admit it. before you leave, he suddenly tells you that he can still tell everyone who you really are, if he wants, so.. you better behave and not try anything funny, okay? yeah, this guy is terrifying.

jamil viper.

♡ he does get this weird feeling whenever he sees you, so he tries to be as careful as he can. he also doesn't let you spend too much time with kalim, because if you do something to him.. honestly, he wouldn't even blame you, it's easy to fool someone like kalim, but if anything happens to him, jamil will be in huge trouble. he would try to find more information about you though. he probably shouldn't be afraid of someone who has no magical abilities at all, but still, who knows what you're actually capable of. and why does his heart beat faster when you're around.. no, he's pretty sure it's not because he has a crush on you.

♡ .. hey, what if he actually tries to get to know you better? you know, totally not because he wants to understand if you're dangerous or not, haha. it feels believable too, because it's not like jamil became more friendly all of a sudden. he's still his usual self, it's just that he talks to you a bit more often now. you're surprised to realize that you actually enjoy his company, but you still can't help but feel like you should pay closer attention to him. after all, you also think that jamil is hiding something. wait, maybe you should try and find out his secret before he finds out yours? that way you can blackmail him if he even tries to reveal your identity! haha, that's it, you two are besties now, he doesn't have a choice <3

♡ your interactions are actually very entertaining to watch. you two are lying to each other and pretending to be friends even though you both know that you're doing this just so that you can go "I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE" when the other person lets their guard down. kalim is just happy to see you becoming friends and doesn't find it suspicious at all :D and eventually, you two start getting closer to the truth. you start to notice that jamil's smile whenever he's talking to kalim looks a bit forced and jamil notices that you become.. very enthusiastic whenever someone mentions a murder, a weapon or anything related to that. someone jokingly asks "hey what's the best way to kill someone" and you give such a detailed answer, everyone else goes shocked. and you have stars in your eyes the whole time. yeah, you're definitely insane.

♡ so, how would jamil try to find out your secret? oh, HE WOULD JUST TRY TO PROVOKE YOU. if you're angry enough, it's possible that you will end up accidentally revealing something about yourself. he wouldn't do it in a crowded place though, unlike jade, because even though this guy is obviously pretending to be your friend and he totally didn't become attached in the process he still respects you and he will keep your secret unless.. you know, you're actually dangerous. so while you two are cooking together, jamil suddenly ruins the warm and friendly atmosphere and asks, is there anything that you're hiding from him? oh, don't be shy, he's sure your secret isn't that bad, you're friends, right? it's not like you killed someone or anything- hey. hey, y/n, you're supposed to use this knife for cooking, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

♡ you point your knife at him and ask what does he mean by that. how much does he know? did he know about it this whole time? does this mean that.. he won? he found out your secret and you still don't know much about him, you just think that he actually hates kalim and.. that's it. it's nothing compared to your secret. but it means nothing to you, so when you mention that you think jamil is just pretending to be this nice and polite person.. he does get a bit nervous. but hey, it's not like you have any proof. and jamil can't really prove that you're an assassin because no one would believe him if he says that you tried to kill him with a knife, you're pretty popular here.. fine. you were an assassin, right? you're not actually planning to kill anyone, right? so.. how about you two make a deal? jamil doesn't tell anyone anything about you and you don't tell anyone anything about jamil. you do want to tell everyone that this guy is more dangerous than he looks, but if he promises to keep your secret.. well, it looks like you'll have to pretend to be friends for a bit longer than you expected.

rook hunt.

♡ HE IS SO EXCITED YOU HAVE NO IDEA. oh, this guy knows. he knows that you're not so sweet and innocent. oh, you have nothing to be afraid of, he's not planning to reveal your secrets or anything like that. something is telling him that you're not planning to go back to that job of yours and you want to start a new life in this world, so why should he ruin it? and also he doesn't think it's that bad, you probably did it just because it was your job.. ah, and he doesn't have any problem with you enjoying it! you had fun, so again, why should he ruin it?

♡ he still wants to learn more though. not because he wants to tell others about your past, but simply because he finds you interesting. he really does want to get to know you better. did you enjoy killing people? did you hate your job? why did you become an assassin? could it be that your reason was actually very tragic and you had no other choice? or you actually hate people and you were more than glad to get a job like that? he won't judge, you will still be beautiful in his eyes. why? hm.. let's say that you're beautiful in this "special" way. you're so mysterious, of course a guy like him would want to know more!

♡ but you're smart, it's easy for you to notice that rook's been spending quite a lot of time with you lately and he asked you so many questions that it starts to feel like he's not just being friendly with you, this guy has either figured out who you are OR HE'S PLANNING TO KILL YOU. both options are terrifying. but no matter what he's planning, you won't give up without a fight. it doesn't help that this guy's been stalking you for a while now, that's even more suspicious. it's okay though, in case something happens, you will be able to fight back. wait, actually, maybe you should be the one to make a first move?

♡ YOU WERE WRONG. YOU WERE SO WRONG. you two are equally strong, but rook still manages to win. so here you are, lying on the ground and struggling to breathe properly. huh.. this is so weird. you're supposed to feel awful, you're supposed to hate this guy or even be afraid of him, but.. you're actually impressed? you even had fun fighting him like this?? and maybe it was kinda hot of him haha- he tells you that he tried to be nice, but oh well, it looks like you had other plans and you decided to use that kindness of his to deceive him. but he still won't tell anyone who you really are, so you don't have to worry about anything. why? ah.. it's because he had fun fighting you too. things like this don't happen often, so it felt like something new and exciting to him. also, he's sure that if he does tell everyone about your past, you still won't let him live a long life and he doesn't want that. not because he's scared of you, but because he's sure you two can be great friends.

lilia vanrouge.

♡ just like most of these guys, he does have a feeling that you're actually more dangerous than you look. oh, it's not just a feeling, he's absolutely sure of it. hey, he does have a reason to believe that, this guy was literally a general, he knows a person who killed someone in the past when he sees one. he's one of those guys who would try to find out more about you just because he finds you interesting. no, he's not scared at all, he may be old, but he's sure that if you two had to fight, he would win. and you would regret trying to kill him anyway however, he makes sure you don't try to hurt other students. he wants to trust you and he knows that most of these students are strong enough, but still.. there's a chance of you becoming another person who's precious to him, so don't try to kill other people who are just as precious to him, okay?

♡ honestly, you want to kill this guy just because of how annoying he is. he is so nice to you, but he also teases you and pranks you so often that it's hard to fight the urge to just stab him right there. you force yourself to calm down and take a deep breath. you don't have to go back to your ways, you can just live a nice and normal as normal as it can be in this world life, you don't need any enemies here. also you know better than try to fight lilia vanrouge himself, you know that you're stronger than some students despite being magicless, but you still doubt that it would be a good decision considering the things this guy says sometimes.

♡ if you can't fight him, then you will try your best to ignore him. or, you know, just act normal around him. don't act suspicious, don't act like you used to be this extremely dangerous assassin in your home world who was proud of their job and was not just good, but great at it. but lilia can see right through your act and he even finds it entertaining. it's so funny to watch you try and convince everyone that you actually have a huge fear of knives right after you showed that you seem to have a talent for knife throwing. it's so funny that it's kind of cute even. keep acting like that and lilia might just fall in love with you, haha. come on, it was just a joke, don't take it so seriously!

♡ he would mention the topic of you being an assassin right after inviting you to go on a walk with him, you know, old men like him need to go outside more often, haha- anyway, you've killed people in the past, right? you want to attack this guy so bad, but you know that you can't. it would be too stupid and you know that you shouldn't underestimate lilia. so you just sigh and tell him the truth. for some reason, you feel like lilia isn't the type to expose you anyway. he's a surprisingly good listener and he doesn't interrupt you, you even find yourself wanting to tell him more about your past. you know you shouldn't trust him so easily though. when it's time for you two to go back to nrc, lilia thanks you for being honest with him and promises that he won't tell anyone about it. he actually had a lot of fun talking to you and.. he understands your feelings quite well. hey, maybe you two should be friends? oh, but can you promise him not to hurt anyone unless it's absolutely necessary? and if you try to hurt the people who are dear to him- nah, you wouldn't do that, you're too smart for making lilia angry on purpose.

[pallastrology]

libra: venus vs. mars

venus

they are more romantic. naturally loving, giving and flirtatious, venus is domicile in libra, and you can really feel it. they truly love love, and are keen to share the feeling with their dear ones. venus in libra has romance down to a fine art form, and they give their all to their partners, sometimes to their detriment. love is their driving force

venus in libra is more interested in the beautiful. life has many beautiful moments, people, things, and venus in libra appreciates them in all their glory. they are often creative people, with some talent or skill, but even when they are just admirers, there’s generally an intriguing air to the native, as if they were a work of art in and of themselves

they are more social. even moreso than a libra sun, in fact, since venus is at home in libra. this is where it really shines, and we see this in the kind, reflective, adaptable libra venusian. they don’t always need a spotlight to shine under, and in fact, they often host and manage events beautifully, because they have this innate sense for other people and what they need

mars

they have more struggles with conflict. mars in libra is not well-suited to conflict; though you’d expect them to be diplomatic and smooth-talking, and they often are, they are also anxious, people-pleasing, sympathetic and sometimes passive-aggressive. their drive is for connection and partnership, and it can feel very counterintuitive for them to create waves, or have to choose an argument to stick by

they are more flirtatious. although mars is very out of its depth with libra, it still has to channel its energy, and often with this placement we see it channeled into flirting. libra martians have a strong drive to connect with another person, to feel part of a partnership, and to develop strong, enjoyable relationships - and they effortlessly charm most people they do build relations with

venus in libra is more lonely. it might sound odd to describe such a social placement as lonely, but they often are. they are more intellectually interested in people and relationships, and can sometimes live with an acute sense of watching people from outside a window. they can find it surprisingly difficult and unintuitive to connect with other people

both

the balance between themselves and others is a major theme for all librans. they can be afraid of commitment while longing for connection and partnership, and can easily feel lonely or smothered in relationships when that balance isn’t quite right. representing equality, libra doesn’t always do well being an authority, but at the same time, the NPC life isn’t for them. they need someone who sees them as a true equal

they are both reflective placements. they can lose themselves easily, both in the internal and external world, and aren’t the easiest placements to centre in reality. self-aware to a fault, others see themselves reflected in the native, and the native’s vision of who they are can become murky. ultimately, time alone to grow stronger and clearer about who they want to be, is what will help with these issues

both are chronic overthinkers. intellectual, intelligent, and acutely aware of everything around them, libra, for all the poise and easy charm they present, can suffer from a cloudy, chaotic internal experience. i think that especially with venus in libra, it can look - and feel - easy, and so this almost painful consciousness can be forgotten, but it’s ever-present in both placements

both placements find arguments and conflict difficult. they are sensitive and intelligent, which can be a painful combination sometimes. a common issue with libra is passivity, and venus and mars are no exception. especially in mars, but with venus too, passive aggressive behaviours can appear when they aren’t able to manage a conflict. it takes courage to speak up and be vulnerable, after all

[shikai-the-storyteller]

UEUEUEUEUEUEU ILL SEND YOU THIS WHILE WAITING TO SEE BOBBYS STATUS.

Dw idm u answering publicly, I want everyone to be cursed w the thought that Rubius is a babygirl and a very bad one at that <3

Honestly I've only read a few explanations of their lore and bits about their relationship but they seem sooooo,,, /pos. Like they have such a fun and silly dynamic that has this air of toxicity and their loves feels quite self destructive bc rubius is kind of a destructive force of nature of a person who has a tendency to hurt those around him, perhaps as a defense mechanism or perhaps out of simply not understanding there are consequences to the things he does while vegetta is someone far too forgiving, he continues to love rubius despite how much he hurts himself, others, and vegetta himself. I'm not saying cubito rubius is an awful person but from what I've seen he is,,, complex. Difficult despite seeming silly. I could be just completely wrong tho LOL I am doin my best I prommy

ANYWAYS IM CHEERING U ON IN WRITING!!! I'd love to talk to u abt them more and learn more abt rubegetta bc like. Look. Theres no way q!vegetta isnt hung up on that demon idc,,,

I'm likewise waiting for the Eggstatistics (which will probably get posted while I'm in the middle of writing this) (EDIT: IT DID) and you gave me the opportunity to infodump so prepare for an essay LMAO

There are SO many layers to Rubius and Vegetta’s relationship (both romantic and friendship-wise), and that complexity makes them fascinating characters to study. I’ve been discussing this a lot in private lately, but I feel like there’s quite a bit of misinformation / misinterpretations of Rubius and Vegetta’s relationship amongst some of the newer fans who might not know some key components of their personality and their relationship dynamic as a whole (which is understandable since the majority of their lore came from Karmaland, and a lot of newer fans only speak English / only watch QSMP), so ALLOW ME TO ELABORATE:

I think of the two, Rubius definitely gets mischaracterized the most (which, again, maybe isn't too surprising since not everyone watched Karmaland and he hasn't been on the QSMP server too much lately). I could go off on a tangent here and list my frustrations about the people who harassed him for his role / his actions during the Egg event / whining about ships to the point where he decided not to log into the server again ‘til the Egg event is over, but that's ultimately irrelevant to this discussion.

“Their love feels quite self-destructive” is a really good way to sum things up, because Rubius is a pretty self-destructive man. Rubius is, fundamentally, a man who is full of love for the people he cares about, but those feelings are in direct conflict with his reluctance to let people get close to him (and his commitment issues). He can freely give hugs and kisses (and more) to Vegetta, but when it comes to expressing his true thoughts and feelings, he’s pretty emotionally constipated. We’ve already seen this a few times on the QSMP server – when Rubius visits on Vegetta’s birthday, he sings him the most beautiful heartfelt love song ever, but as soon as it’s over and Vegetta tries to talk to him, Rubius runs away. Even in Karmaland V, when hooked up to a lie detector and asked about his feelings for Vegetta, Rubius tried to wiggle his way out of answering. Only when the world was literally ending and they all thought they were gonna die did Rubius finally admit his feelings, shouting his confession and his love for Vegetta at the top of his lungs.

(The real tragedy here is that it was so chaotic with everyone shouting, Vegetta never heard his words…)

Although it’s easy to slap the label “toxic” on Rubius, I think that’s unfair to him and his character, as well as his intentions. He truly does love Vegetta with all his heart, in every universe, and he doesn’t want to hurt him, but Rubius doesn’t want to get hurt either. The Meteor shower conversation gives us a clear understanding of that:

Rubius: I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to get my hopes up, and then get hurt. It's happened to me many times before. Especially here in Karmaland. Vegetta: Have you had lovesickness? Rubius: Yes. In Karmaland, everywhere, in real life... I'm already used to getting beaten. Vegetta: That's a pity... Rubius: I just want someone to take care of me, and that's it. I don't ask for much. Vegetta: I'm very protective.

The way I see it, Rubius is afraid of his feelings for Vegetta, because the larger his love grows, the larger that potential for hurt and disappointment gets. Does this excuse all his actions? No, of course not, however there’s a big difference between doing something out of self-preservation (possibly as a trauma-response, depending on how you interpret his character) and doing something with the intent to hurt someone.

IMO, Rubius isn’t a toxic guy, he just needs therapy.

Vegetta doesn’t get mischaracterized quite as often, though I do feel like people have a tendency to put him on a pedestal and minimize the flaws he has. I’m a massive Vegetta fan, but this guy’s far from perfect. He’s self-centered, borderline narcissistic sometimes, and he’s a very prideful man. He’s never left Rubius at the altar, but he’s still had his fair share of “oopsies” and "yikes" in their relationship. One (which I’m surprised people don’t talk about more) is an incident from Karmaland IV where Vegetta, very unhinged and mentally unstable at the time, kidnapped Rubius’ wife Nieves and threatened her with a sword, saying, “If Rubius can’t be mine, he can’t be anyone’s.”

For the longest time I genuinely thought that line came from a fanfic or something, then I stumbled upon the clip one day and I was just like:

Anyways

In Karmaland V, Rubius became very close with a little alien child named Titi. He took care of Titi like he was his own son, and despite his attempts at emotionally distancing himself early on so he wouldn’t get attached, Rubius wound up caring a lot for him.

Then Titi died.

It was basically Rubius’ worst nightmare come to life – he’d let himself get close to Titi, he’d loved him unconditionally and let Titi into his heart, and Titi’s death utterly destroyed him. Everyone in Karmaland was affected by the death, but Rubius took it especially hard because of how close they were. Rubius was hurting badly and resorting to terrible coping strategies to deal with the pain, and Vegetta…

Well. Vegetta wasn’t very nice about it.

There are a lot of ways we could interpret Vegetta’s actions and words during this time – maybe he’s not super sensitive when talking about death since he’s probably some kind of demigod, maybe he speedran the grieving process, maybe he thought brutal honesty and direct action would help Rubius “snap out of it” sooner. However you see it, ultimately it did a lot more harm than good for Rubius’ overall mental health.

I bring these examples up not to paint their relationship as toxic or negative, but rather to express just how complex it is. Because, despite all their mistakes and drama and heartbreak, at the end of the day, Rubius and Vegetta still love each other more than anything else. Even towards the end of Karmaland V when they were quite literally on opposite sides of the battlefield (one supporting Quackity, the other supporting Luzu), their true loyalties lay with one another. When Rubius was hit by an enemy, Vegetta defended him with his life, and when Vegetta was hurt, Rubius did the same.

Yes, Rubius doesn't really know how to handle healthy relationships, and yes, Vegetta tends to forgive him too easily, but that doesn't erase the love they have. The key we need to remember here is that Rubegetta is a telenovela that sits squarely in the romcom category. They may wander into other genres and tropes from time to time, but they will always gravitate back to one another. Whether you define that as fate or soulmates or just sheer dumb luck, the facts remain and the love is there.

PHEW anyways that felt good to get out, I have so many thoughts on Rubegetta so I appreciate the excuse to rant. I'm always happy to chat about these two! :D And you're so right - Vegetta is so smitten for that demon, I hope he gets to meet the angel too. I hope Rubius comes back soon so Vegetta can see his Osito Fiu Fiu, but in the meantime, we'll have to keep wishing and praying just like Vegetta...

(ALSO THANK YOU the current chapter of that dang Rubegetta fic is kicking my butt rn because it's the only chapter I didn't outline and life events keep interrupting me when I try and work on it, but it IS getting chipped away at bit by bit! I hope folks enjoy the outcome when it's released :D)

[idontexistforcontext]

Guys I don’t thing you quite understand ARO SPEC LILY??

Lily evans; she’s ached for someone to love someone the way James seems to love her but it’s never felt quite right so surely his affections were a sham (an annoying one at that when he just never gets the hint), she knows that romantic love is supposed to be magical and perfect and something unmatched to the familial love she knows

Lily evans; the girl who was doomed to not have her sisters or brother (why couldn’t petunia understand magic was never something that should have sent them apart, but now has lest she puts her sister in danger? Why did she and Mary stop really talking when she became reluctant friends with James potter? Why had mary’s family been murdered, why had they drifted apart in a war? Why had Severus turned his back on her, on them, to join a facist group searching for more violence?) who she loved so dearly but was never truly reciprocated in the same way

Lily evans; who couldn’t fathom that it was really her closest friends who have been doomed to romantically fall in love with her despite it being unrequited, but loving them nonetheless

Lily evans; choosing James bc it’s what ‘makes sense’ as a woman back in the 70s, they’re entering the chaotic world of adulthood while their society is on the cusp of war and she’s a minority and who knows what might happen, and he’s been waiting for so long so she can’t just ice him out bc then she’s heartless and a heartbreaker and that’s not true

Lily potter; she loves and she loves deeply so surely James’ love can teach her that she can grow to love him the same way she’s always dreamed of loving someone because she knows she capable of loving so much she just needs to know how it feels in these trying times where her friends her getting hurt and dying and she can’t do anything about it but be terrified and love them through it all

Lily potter; a mother, a young one at that, and she’ll never regret harry (her darling boy her whole world who has taught her another love incomparable to her platonic love), but sometimes she can’t help but wonder what would have happened if she never chose James and there was never a war and could just be lily evans, brightest witch of her age

Lily potter; the girl, barely a woman, who never quite got there in the end, but her love never ran dry. No, her love was devotion, devotion to her family, her darling son. A love that ran so strongly it surpassed even the forces of death, overpowering a great evil borne of no true love and befuddling the world. Because in the end, romantic love isn’t everything. Lily evans, brightest witch of her age, who loved and has been loved and who will always love; just not in that way.

[readwithmiaa]

𝐋𝐮𝐯 (𝐔𝐧) 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝

By N. M. Patel

Pages : 512

Blurb:

Luv (un)Arranged is a Steamy, Desi Arranged Marriage contemporary romance, packed with before-marriage courting, the magical engagement period, and living with the in-laws after marriage. Just like a Bollywood Masala movie, it's full of Romance, Dancing, and a very, chaotic Indian Family.

Kriti Pandya

The eldest daughter of the Pandya family. I have three nonnegotiable conditions for marriage:

I will continue working after marriage, even after having children.

I won’t sleep with my husband for the first six months.

I will have full control over the money I earn.

After being rejected and ridiculed by countless men for my "unreasonable" demands, I meet him.

Aakar Mishra, the eldest son of the Mishra family.

The first man who not only agrees to my conditions but also believes they’re perfectly reasonable.

The man who bends the unwritten rules of arranged marriage to truly get to know me.

The man who takes me on dates and long drives.

The man who lives in a joint family of fourteen.

The man who expects me to move in with his large family and make it my own after marriage.

Yikes.

Coming from a small nuclear family, I’m worried I won’t be a good daughter-in-law. But more than that, I’m downright terrified of losing myself in the process.

And what happens when family secrets start to emerge, forcing me to choose between being a good wife—or a good daughter-in-law?

Will this arranged marriage bring us the love we’ve always longed for?

Review:

This book was so, so, so good. Perfect. I love Aakar right from the beginning and I didn't expect that kind of steamy scene between Kriti and Aakar, it was extraordinary. Kriti is smart and spirited, and the relationship between them develops so sweetly and naturally. Aakar and Kriti got married then it all went well until there was a secret or two in their joint family, and the secrets created some misunderstandings between them.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅. "

When their relationship progressed it became so emotional and left me breathless. It's also quite touching and there are some unexpected turns in the story that add to the closeness of the characters. Moreover, both of them were so funny I giggled a lot while reading.

"𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑲𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊. 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑲𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊."

While this story has quite a few intense physical scenes, the relationship between the two is so obviously so much more than that. That is the best part about this story, the growing respect for each other.

I really enjoyed every page in that book. It was so exciting, romantic, and I couldn't stop reading it. I liked Kriti's pure heart, her love, and the fact that she will put up with all the things just to stay with Aakar, how she understands everything. There was so much chemistry between them. And this book has to have one of the best grovel scenes I have ever read. What are you waiting for??? Seriously, go and read this book!!

"𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔."

The ending! Awww. Don't even ask how big that grin on my face was. The whole family came together for her!!!! That's the best thing ever.

Rating : 10/10

About The Author:

N.M. Patel is a passionate author who writes romance novels inspired by her love of Bollywood movies. Her books are filled with humor, steam, and plenty of love, featuring strong heroines and swoon-worthy heroes. Get ready to be transported into a world of desi culture, unforgettable characters, and a romantic escape that will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

Thanks to Swipe the book PR for having me on this tour📍

[xruiningth3sh0wx]

A spirit pervades me, one which does not reflect my appearance. Not in the slightest. Yet, nevertheless, I feel compelled to heed its call. But the consequences of doing so would put my safety at risk. Perhaps lead me to punishments most dire from those who despise how free I truly am.

 

O’, the feelings that I harbor and suppress…

 

The whims I wish to indulge in…

 

Sage-like spirit, how I miss your calls, that I have long since ignored and silenced, for my false sense of security, and false sense of freedom and pride (which eluded me anyhow, and only served to deepen the chasm of misery that grows into my heart, wedging it apart). Please, won’t you come back, to keep me company? I know you are there, even if you are weak and defeated, but still simultaneously so strong and resilient and forgiving. How I hurt for you…

 

Body and essence both feel a strong urge to play in this realm, this space of unadulterated freedom and absolute liberation, with this wondrous slice of Being supplanted in me, that beckons me to frolic in a space beyond my preconceived notions, and the limitations of my ideals and beliefs.

 

Yet, it’s all so fearsome and terrifying. This spits in the face of everything I’ve known to be true and real. Declares, with a cackle and a grin, that it is fake, that it is stupid, and that it deserves to be relentlessly mocked and opposed.

 

However, even now, I am always more than a little excited by its prospects.

 

Calls sound out from inside, craving that which is of a more “delicate” nature. Passionate, romantic, emotional, mysterious, chaotic, wild, rambunctious…it is what my soul wants and needs. My spirit seeks that which is “tougher”, enamored with the stoic, the orderly, the disciplined, the stubborn and steadfast, the aloof and somewhat. Ringing out loudly in my ears, these wants and needs are wont to do. I, my real I, not some outwardly ordained I/Self, imposed from geists that are neither accept nor am friendly towards, I seek to be both and neither, everything and nothing. Outside of the two way street, while also inhabiting both lanes. Simultaneously negate and affirm infinity and zero, in both directions. The possibilities are truly endless, for I k ow that I was born freed from the prison that wishes to constrict the many who revel in their slavery. But…sadly, I am denied it. All of this. Told to not even think about it. “No, I forbid it!”, the stern voice decrees with a menacing glare and a vicious sneer. Outside forces do not wish for me to revel in my true self. So I must lock away who I really am. Doomed to revolt against that which Nature gifted me with, what it wanted me to regard as a blessing, not as a curse. Maybe even hate it, try to kill it. Choke it and strangle it. And why? Because…I don’t know why. The world wishes it to be so, and I feel obligated to grant it its wish. All because that which I possess, apparently bars me from experiencing this other side. Yet, it isn’t an “other side”, is it? That implies it was unknown to me. A mystery. Separated from my being. Outside of who I was. But it wasn’t. Even now, as I seek desperately to escape it, it’s still there. My tortured soul cries out in anguish for me to listen, to hear it out, to love it and embrace it.

 

I howl in pain. Aching fills me. Existence becomes a trap, a mechanism of torture, a nightmarish fluke that I cannot seem to be free of, even in death. O’, the pain, the agony, how it fills my veins and bones. Sometimes, it becomes so great, my lungs cannot pump air, and I find myself without breath. All I can think when my gaze falls upon my own Self, is how much I wish I simply were not.

 

Torn apart, in both body and soul, I seem to be. Many say this is my destiny, how my path is slated to come to a conclusion. But is that really the case? Or is this merely the result of being deemed such a threat, that even those who claim to stand by me will turn their backs and celebrate my demise? If all of this were gone, would I still feel the same way? If I weren’t under attack constantly, and being told to shove it, to close myself up or face a noose, would I still be wanting to walk into my own grave, and lay myself down?

 

Doubt it.

 

O’, what I wish I was…and am too afraid to be.

 

[things-to-tell-my-therapist]

Could I ever love an extension of me? Something of my own flesh and blood? If I was handed a child of my own womb, would I feel love at first sight?

I'd feel sorry for it. I'd want to protect it. I'd feel a duty to it, a duty so big it scares me. But would I feel love? I'm not sure. Caring for something is a form of love, I suppose. Raising and investing years of your own life into another is the ultimate test- we were literally bred for it, through evolution and natural selection. Unbroken lines of my mothers and fathers connect me to our ape-like ancestors and now the torch has been passed on to me. And so a decision lies before me.

I've been putting it off, though. For such a long time. For obvious reasons, at first; I was young and had no time for such dreams, I had an entire world to explore with no interest in playing house. Then, out of denial; no romantic interests due to insecurity and deep depression, I isolated myself and instilled the belief nobody would want that with me anyway. Now, because of fear; my relationship with my own parents deteriorated faster than I could cope and it's left me with a list of unresolved issues about family.

I suppose, however, it's something I'll be forced to face if I ever find someone. Many other people want kids so there's a good chance my partner would too. How would I face that? I'd fear I'd lose them. For some, it's an expected milestone they've been waiting their whole life to do with the right person. I'd fear I'd shatter their dreams, all because of my own problems. But if I loved them, and they truly loved me back, would I ask for help? For time? I've done so much of my own healing, could I ever swallow enough of my ego to allow that? Because I don't think there's any other possible way I could do it. Not now, not when I've never been loved enough to change my core beliefs. A chaotic life has left me with deep emotional scars, insecurities that I've only just started to challenge alongside fumbling my way through early adulthood. It's been overwhelming. Unbearable at times. Unimaginably incredible, too. But it all took time.

Maybe I just need time.

[petalsmooth]

The nutcases on line who claim to represent Bridgerton fandom btw think this man....

Is not only the least attractive brother but not attractive at all.

You see why I don't like some of the fandom? They are delusional. Much from a fandom starting with K.

I don't even overly care about their appearances because I gravitate more to acting talent, story, character progression when I develop favorites but objectively speaking out of all the brothers? He is the most classically handsome by traditional standards. It's just ridiculous. And I won't even dignify some of what they have said about Nicola other than in their worldview if not a certain size aren't worthy of being a lead or desired.

Oh, and apparently childhood friends falling in love is boring, nevermind will include the chaotic revelation of Whistledown, but spending 6 episodes on chemistry free Anthony/Edwina is not. And somehow seeing another rendition of Cinderalla only in this telling with the "Prince" trying to make her his mistress is somehow more anticipated.

BTW...no one tell them because I don't think they could handle it but I think part of the reason Benedict's story wasn't next is because his story is problematic. Light romantic rom com with Polin is much easier to address than how to modernize Benedict and Sophie's story. Because it's not just boy and girl from different worlds meet and he searches for her to make her his bride. It's Benedict having to deal with his own ingrained privilege and expectations as a member of the elite and make a personal sacrifice if he truly wishes to love and be loved. It's all well and fine to be pretentious and declare casually his appreciation for the working class or lecture Eloise about how a modiste is treated or rebel against Anthony with hedonistic pursuits with his art community because at the end of the day Benedict is a man. He is a Bridgerton. He is the second born son, not the first so less responsibility. Society will allow his current musing and antics to a degree with no harm to his standing. Benedict has never truly had to sacrifice anything personally and to maintain the integrity of the book arc he WILL in order to have Sophie. But prior to that he's unlikeable.

Either the show just completely whitewashes the book and makes it another telling of Cinderella which is NOT original at all (speaking of boring?) so they can maintain the illusion he's the charming affable brother. Or, he's going to have to be unlikeable and get his hands dirty in ways they won't like. Even if they don't have show Benedict try to force her into being his mistress, will still have to have him unwilling to make her his wife. IF you want continuity from the book. Because you can't DO Benedict's arc properly without him making a sacrifice about his personal comfort and status, and it's not a sacrifice if he gives that up without resistance at first. Speaking pretty verses to Anthony about sacrifice for love might make a viewer swoon, but putting into practice is an entirely different thing he will struggle with if maintain continuity. The show has already foreshadowed this when they had him observe a male couple together in secret and his response to it.

Phillip and Eloise's book is easier to adapt. The scene with Marina basically just lying there unresponsive in bed so he can "do his duty". is not essential to the plot. So long as the abuse from his father and the loveless marriage is retained you can adapt their story fairly easily for a modern retelling without changing the narrative. It will still be dark since involves depression and long lasting affects of childhood abuse but you can easily wipe out that one scene.

But Benedict's story is the thorniest adaptation since season 1 with Daphne forcibly trying to be impregnated by Simon. That was then followed by Anthony playing two sisters off each other in season 2. I know that fanbase wishes to present Edwina as the villain but Anthony was not very likeable. the only reason either of those storylines were muddled through is because the actors were likeable. If going off the actual story and words....Anthony was extremely unlikeable. He wasn't altogether different from Berbrooke really in how he thought of women, only that he drew the line at violence towards them. So I completely get why the show would be happy to take a break and do something lighter for a season.

[hpoxfordprogram]

Ramblin' around Europe

~by Jaiden Miller

Studying abroad has always been a life-goal of mine. Being able to travel the world and see historical and cultural marvels while pursuing my degree is an experience that I constantly looked forward to, leading me to select the Oxford program because it allowed me to travel and study in a wide variety of locations. I am so thankful that I made that decision, since the Oxford program has pushed me out of my comfort zone and reformed me into a more well-rounded person, one who not only pursues scientific passions but also has an appreciation for art, music, and culture.

Starting off the trip in Paris, I looked forward to going to the Louvre, the world-famous museum that houses the Mona Lisa! I couldn’t stop thinking about it on the way over, especially since my family was so excited that I would be able to see the famous painting. However, once I started learning about the other paintings in Art History, I realized how fascinating the other paintings are. My favorite painting was Raft of the Medusa by Theodore Gericault, a Romantic piece about a tragic story of sailors lost at sea for 13 days. Learning about the vast history of the Romantic movement and how this piece rebelled against the previous standards set by the Neo-classical era made me realize how truly interesting this random piece is, which many people pass by immediately to see the Mona Lisa.

A similar experience occurred in the Accademia Gallery in Florence. The entire trip was building up to this one experience. I was constantly hearing about Michelangelo, and how artists for hundreds of years have been responding to his pieces, throughout the trip, and Dr. Kemling’s growing excitement as we neared Florence only heightened our own. Rounding the corner and seeing David drew an enormous smile on my face. I was ecstatic to see this sculpture, bringing out emotions that I would have never had if I had simply seen the sculpture as a tourist without taking this class. These experiences, and all of Dr. Kemling’s other lectures and tours, truly changed the way that I approach museums. I realize how learning about the paintings/artifacts/sculptures/etc. inside a museum before you see it, highlights the experience, turning paintings that you might just pass by and forget immediately into ones that you will remember for the rest of your life.  

One of my favorite experiences during the trip was the concert we saw at the Vienna Concert-house, where the University of Vienna performed Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana. Taking the tram to the concert-house, I was dreading the night, since I knew that I was going to have to write another essay about music that I hardly understood. Despite this, when I took my seat and the performers began, I was blown away by the music and singing. The passion of the performers and the beauty of the music came together to form a truly breathtaking experience, a delicious feast for my ears. While I never had much of an interest in classical music before, only listening to Mozart while cramming for finals because I read somewhere that it makes you smarter or something, the concert in Vienna sparked a real interest in and appreciation for classical music in me. I have already bought tickets to go see the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra this coming fall, and I hope to see more concerts in the future.

Dr. Kemling, my art professor during the travel portion, had a simple rule: if he caught you eating American fast food, he would take 5% off your final grade. This threat scared many of us away from eating from any of the prevalent chains that could be found across Europe, and while I grumbled about it at the time, I am so thankful that he pushed us out of our comfort zone. With the busy, chaotic running around the city from museum to museum, it would have been so easy to just go to the old reliable McDonalds or Burger King that I knew, but I was forced to look for other places to eat, pushing me towards finding local cuisine that I loved. Some of my favorite meals during the trip came from running around and finding some random local restaurant/stand to eat at. By pushing me towards new experiences, Dr. Kemling gave me the opportunity to experience the local cuisine of the cities we visited, even though I was out of my comfort zone, forcing me to grow as a person and become more comfortable in new situations.

One of my favorite aspects of the Oxford portion of the trip was the Bodleian Libraries. Spanning 30 libraries across Oxford and existing since the 17th century, the Bodleian libraries quickly became my favorite places across campus, especially during the week leading up to finals, where I used them constantly to study and focus. I almost felt like I was in the Harry Potter universe, a young wizard studying for his magic finals! Not only were they perfect for what I needed them for, as a place to study, but also, they were fascinating to see. Thousands of books lined the maze of walls, and I could have spent hours going up and down the shelves to read all the different titles. Studying in these libraries alongside other students made me truly realize that I was studying in Oxford, and the absurdity that I am living in one of the oldest and most prestigious universities in the world. I would recommend the Bodleian libraries to anyone visiting Oxford, and only wish I gave myself more time to explore the many other libraries that I never even got to see.  

Travelling around Europe with the Oxford Program is truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Learning about art and music history while visiting the cities where that history takes place gave me a newfound fascination with the arts. Visiting each of these cities in rapid succession also gave me plenty of experiences with a large variety of different cultures, many vastly different than my own, giving me a greater perspective on the world and the people that inhabit it, even if those people are thousands of miles away. This trip has truly changed me, turning me into a more well-rounded, thoughtful, and outgoing person with newfound passions and interest, or as Dr. Kemling put it “turned us from tourists into travelers”.

[emmythespacecowgirl]

Hi! I'm the anon who was 5'0 and didn't say much about herself 🙈

Gender: female

How I am: I'd say I appear to be super shy till you get to know me, then I'll be cracking jokes all day, dancing and showing you music and movies I like.

I definitely have an issue with boundaries and it's something I'm currently working on so I can have healthier connections to people, I struggle a lot with putting myself first.

I don't like arguing, or loud screaming. I like to take life slow, see the sunrise and the sunset everyday. I fear describing myself a little because I don't want to seem like I'm throwing roses at myself for some reason

I get hurt easily but I hide it and only those who know me well, know when something has hurt me. I tend to deal with pain alone and with time I've become central to help my family deal with the hard stuff.

I'm stubborn especially when I'm behind a goal I want to accomplish, I always have to keep in mind I can be more flexible.

Hobbies: I'm not sure if going to the beach everyday is a hobbie, but it brings me tons of peace so I'll say that and watching movies is one of my hobbies. I'm also into astrology so I spend a good amount of time doing charts and reading about zodiac and mystical stuff

Personality: well..I'm a leo sun, Libra moon and Capricorn rising. I like things to be done well when it comes to work but outside of that I'm happy just sitting down and winding down tbh. I am a hopeless romantic who hides behind and says romance isn't such a big thing, but my heart will melt if someone gives me roses.

I don't know if this will help but I have a super hard time talking about myself 😭♥️

hey fam!! thanks for your patience! it took me a while to ship you tbh bc i see you as compatible with so many of them!

I ship you with:

George Luz from Band of Brothers!

ship theme song: This Will Be Our Year by The Zombies

ok hear me out

y'all are seriously so cute together!!

this boy is the crazy chaotic yin to your yang

nobody can draw people out of their shells like George can!

he literally saw you one day when he was with Perco and Lieb

and he made that "AAA-OOO-GAH!!!" sound

and Perco and Lieb were like "omg please don't do that again or we can't be seen in public together"

and George initially shrugged it off as a joke

but secretly

he was completely sold on you!

the initial meeting was maybe a lil awkward

but George is a sweet guy

your shyness never phases him

he actually decided it would be his challenge >:)

he eventually does woo you over

and nothing warms his heart like seeing your crazy kooky side

he wishes that more people got to see it

but George really compliments your personality imho

he's gregarious while you're more reserved

George loves seeing you passionate about something

whether that's movies or music

he can't help but laugh when you literally drag him over to the couch and "force" him to watch your new favorite movie

he will voraciously consume any type of media with you

nerds <3

George honestly just really likes sitting on the couch, watching you intently staring at the movie screen

he also loves your hair and how dimensional it is in the lighting with it's red and brown streaks

I'd wager that George can help you break down some of those boundaries

but encourage you to take more time for yourself

you can't be everything to everyone!

he just wants the whole world to know how truly amazing you are!

but George gets it

he struggles a lot with feeling like an object in peoples' lives

like he's only worth having around for a laugh

but with you, he realizes that he's worth a lot more than that

you help him to analyze the things that bother him

and offer advice when needed

George can't wait to bring you home to Rhode Island!

he wants his whole family to see what a gorgeous girl you are!

also Rhode Island has some of the most perfect shorelines

sooo if you can get George up before 10am

i bet that he would love to go watch the sunrise with you

George is pretty perceptive as to when you've been hurt

but he definitely knows how to cheer you up!

100 goofy impressions and you'll be rolling on the floor laughing

but also George hugs are underrated tbh

something tells me that this boy gives really good hugs

he's super proud of how dedicated you can be to accomplishing your goals

he wishes that he had half of your ambition!

fyi: he will want his whole astrological chart done ;)

idk bro shy girls and george are just canon for me <3

[cursedfortune]

Time and Entropy. They were the two constants of the universe. Life was a privilege to sprout within the cosmos but there was never a guarantee such sentience would come to be. Yet planets and stars decayed, asteroids smashed against one another chaotically and entropy continued its purpose. Like time. It moved forward and it was up to those that experienced such a force to remember the history, as time was unbound to sentimentality... until now. Mortem couldn't help but wonder if her touch was etched into such a being as as he as his was into her. It always seemed like they were never meant to have something like this, something to keep and memorize. She didn't want to imagine a life without remembering how peaceful he looked asleep, how powerful he looked crushing an army, the way he looked now... as himself.

Time and Entropy... truly meant to be as they danced through life with eyes only for each other, and because of it life had the potential to be something better. When they were done with the world, it would be.

When he spoke, she listened. It didn't matter if it was a seven hour rant or a soft confession, she would pay attention and hear him. The comfort he found at night was a sentiment she shared, smiling in understanding. They should do more under the moon, then. To dance, to walk, to speak or simply enjoy laying in the presence of one another. She liked the intensity of his gaze under the moonlight. He was always the most romantic in the dead of night or at the start of the morning, she noted - her favorite times, conveniently.

The dark suited him like it did her. They deserved the sun, but they found comfort beneath a darker sky.

Had she not been so soothed by his company in this moment, the reminder of how he was once treated would have brought back her fury towards mortals - but he had a point to make and she followed his words. Paying close attention to how his needs were never met. Something, she was sure, lasted even after the Sin of Greed entered him. Only a child then... it would be some time until he grew, until his ways were actualized to this degree. Her Regulus suffered and she never wished for him to ever again.

Much like how she never wished to again, either. Back upon her world it was easy to not recognize how much she had been suffering - but being here, wrapped up in his arms, she knew she didn't want to go back to a life without this love. His arms kept her close, like a thing to cherish - a thing she thought she couldn't be until he proved her otherwise. The moment he let himself be vulnerable with her, Mortem had felt the sincerity of his feelings.

She allowed his hands to take hold of her face, stealing her away from the comfort of the slope of his neck. But the reward of seeing the way he looked at her was so worth it. Her cheeks nestled into his palms as a soft exhale left her ashen lips. His words made her smile as he spoke one of the vows that came with marriage. But they weren't human, they were not bound to the limitations of those vows.

"Death could not part us." Mortem added - a statement she fully believed in. In the unlikely event something happened to one of them, she knew they'd fight to reclaim what was lost. Just as she knew in death neither of their feelings for the other would change. What was death but an annoying inconvenience upon their love? Could he feel the power behind her softly spoken words? The truth that she felt and believed wholeheartedly?

Mortem detested fate and its concept, she would not credit Pandora's whims to such a thing. And while that little witch was the reason she was upon this world, she wasn't the reason Mortem found reason to stay. "You complete me. I feel like I had been crying into the void for love I never knew I wanted. But you make me want. You empower me, because I wish to keep you safe. I am the best version of myself because of you. I'll love you throughout all of time."

One hand lifted to brush back his thick white hair, to see him all the more clearly for the moment. "I'll love your gaze, your lovely hair-- your scent." Mortem inhaled his energy, the scent that it carried, the way it carried her own amidst his much like how hers now carried his. This mark upon them, this scent was tangled up and shared - making it clear they belonged to one another. "Our scent, now. Interwoven with one another." And it made her love him more, it made her all the more protective, possessive, it soothed her and drove her wild all at once.

"Every part of you, both inside and out, I love." Mortem murmured sweetly as they swayed gently now. Barely a dance and yet unwilling to stop, joined both at the hip and the heart. As she stared into his eyes it was as if they had just confessed their love for the first time. Every time it was like this... every time she looked at him as if it was the first time - she'd never tire of hearing his confessions of love.

He never would have to wait again. She was his. And he was hers.

When she first came to this room it was pristine in the way it had just never been used. A private wing of his palace to have his alone time, yet it seemed like he never used it beyond putting trophies on display or tossing trinkets into his vault. Yet within the first day of meeting he finally found reason to lay in bed - both weary from hashing out their differences.

What she loved about that night was the same she loved here and now. She could remember upon that first night waking up and seeing his face close to hers, see he had allowed himself to relax in her arms and fall asleep. To see the way the moonlight illuminated him in his slumber had been nothing short of divine. She loved the way he looked beneath the sun, how warm he looked and the way the bright light made the gold he adorned himself with and the shine in his eyes gleam. But there was something more personal about having him illuminated by the dim moonlight. Bathed in cool color tones, softened and muted in a way that only she would ever see.

The way his golden eyes glowed in the dark room kept her fixated - her own black gaze catching the rays of the moon to shine unnaturally. A reminder neither of them were human and yet they loved so powerfully like one-- beyond one, even.

Each step of theirs was perfectly in sync, her hand fit neatly in his own just as much as their bodies fit seamlessly when they came together. Her little laugh was the exception in this place, joyful as he spun and dipped her, reminded her his strength could go beyond his power of time. All before he drew her in once more into something slower, where they could bask in one another's close proximity during this late night dance. The way he spoke his love for her was all she needed to hear. She knew his tale, how he sought love. She knew what those words meant after centuries of rejection. This place hadn't been one filled with love even though he tried again and again to find it. But here she was, a witch within his arms that wore an expression of love solely for him and him alone.

"A life without you is no life at all. I love you." Her adoration was as clear as the blue earring that could be seen dangling amidst her plum curls. His voice, his words lived in her head. His touch was memorized, engraved into her body and soul. When she stared into his eyes there was no fear, only the love he sought for so long. Others would be scared under a gaze like his, to hear words that could be considered an obsession but she only knew it as his love. Mortem accepted him for all that he was.

Her cheek nestled against his open collar, feeling the warmth of his skin against her own as he held her close in their slow dance. "I'm forever yours and you're forever mine." She murmured the reminder. If her love language was touch, his was words - to speak and hear what he needed most.

[yanderes-galore]

You're both either Ponies or Humans for obvious reasons. Was originally deleted for personal reasons.

Yandere! Discord Concept

(AU where Discord wins)

Reupload/Repost

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Manipulation, Deception, Forced relationship, Hypnotism, Brainwashing, Obsessive behavior, Slight possessive behavior, Isolation, Forced stockholm syndrome.

- Who would’ve thought the Mane Six would give into Discord’s chaos?

- Then again, it’s hard not too.

- You’re forced to watch your home crumble into chaos.

- Completely at the mercy of the new ruler in Ponyville, Discord.

- How could things get worse?

- Well, turns out Discord has found you amongst the chaos he created.

- You look like a fun pony to torment, still having color to you unlike the dull ponies around you.

- Looks like things can get a lot worse.

- “Oh goodie! Someone still has some life to them, I see~? Why don’t we play a few games. I want to see just how long you last.”

- Discord normally is rather mischievous, impatient, playful, and dramatic.

- He sees all of Ponyville as his chaotic playground.

- Discord would be Manipulative, Deceptive, Obsessive, and Forceful towards you.

- Possessive could be included, too.

- Being a statue for years can make you feel lonely.

- Discord says himself he’s never truly had a friend.

- Seeing you not easily giving into his chaos makes Discord think you’ll be a good candidate.

- After all, the other ponies must be so boring now that they’ve been afflicted by chaos, right?

- “There’s no need to fear me, my dear pony~! I just want to keep you entertained. The chaos can be fun once you put your mind to it!”

- Discord tries to act like your ‘friend’.

- He bends the chaos to his will to make you trust him.

- Even manifesting a sweet treat for you at one point.

- Even trying to take you skating amongst the slippery floors.

- Of course, you refuse to trust him.

- It’s upsetting to you that Discord keeps trying to push you into liking him.

- Bribing and manipulating you just to get something out of you.

- Selfishly, you wish he was some other pony’s problem.

- But, in reality, it wouldn’t make much of a difference would it?

- Your home would still be a wreck….

- “Why so down? You have such a narrow mindset, my dear! What have you got to lose? Will trusting me be so bad~?”

- Discord is rather impatient and can be persistent when it comes to his Yandere tendencies.

- If you refuse to give into his bribery or be his friend, then he’ll make you.

- He’s given you enough chances.

- You’re already lost in the chaotic form of Ponyville he’s created.

- Who have you got to turn to!?

- No one.

- No one except him.

- Soon, you’ll learn that.

- Through magic delusions or torment, he doesn’t care.

- In this world, he rules, he will drill that into you if he has to.

- “You’re getting on my nerves. I try to show you a little fun and you cast it back to me! Face it, in this world you only have me now. Good luck finding an exit, dear. I won’t let you leave….”

- One way or another Discord will make you stick by him.

- Most likely having to resort to hypnotism to calm your fear of him.

- Once he has you under control he can start pushing the little connection he has with you forward.

- Discord’s new to the whole 'friend’ thing, barely even grasping the concept of 'lover’, either.

- Even if his understanding is minimal on it, he still adores the fuzzy feeling he gets when around you.

- Ponyville may be chaotic around the two of you but Discord feels he finally has someone he can dub a 'friend’.

- Even if it has to be forcefully….

- Perhaps later on he can even move that forward with you!

- “Oh! I haven’t had this much fun in years…. You make this chaos even better, (Y/N)! What shall we do next? Your word, my friend!”

- While Celestia is desperately trying to contact Twilight to stop this mess, you are forced with Discord.

- Twilight regaining her magic is the only hope you have of leaving Discord.

- That and reclaiming your home...

- Yet who knows if any of that will happen…

- Discord’s magic blocks such thoughts from entering your mind.

- Only wanting you to focus on him in this world.

- Who cares about the Mane Six, right?

- You have Discord!

- The only friend you’ll ever need….

- He’s not only your friend, he’s your everything!

- You’ll never think of leaving!

- “Isn’t that right, (Y/N)? You’ll never want to leave me!”

[thepaintedlady00]

Would like to request . Of female reader/morpheous desire tried to sabotage her and dream making her feel inferior to all his ex partners. Even throwing her dream of having a family with morpheous is the future telling her and rubbing in her face that she’s human and he’ll eventually get tired of her .

She’s isolates herself after this and end things with morpheous even though they had started dating recently her hopes are crushed she falls into depression eventually Morpheous finds out desire was involved. They fight and it get heated. Desire never seeing morpheous like this tells him everything he said . Morpheous is still livid threatening desire that to not get involved ever again. He won’t stop the next time.(kill)

Morpheous tells her how much he loves her and that her dreams of being together and starting a family are not delusional or stupid.🥺 end with romantic night .

Eventually get married and have that family

Desire is such a chaotic shit, I both love them and hate them 😂 Thank you for the request!

"You're just another human pet," Desire's words still echoed in you mind. "My big brother has had so many just like you over the eons. He'll get bored eventually, like he always does and then you'll be all alone."

Alone. That had been the word to break you and had ultimately been what led you here. Though you were in your home nothing felt right, and you supposed nothing would now that you'd ended things with the only man... being in this cold and harsh world that you ever truly loved. Dream had been confused... he'd asked what he did wrong, as if such a thing were possible, and you'd had to tell him the ugly truth. "You don't end up with someone like me, Dream. You are stars and midnight and Endless. I'm nothing more than a human, a pet. It was never going to work."

YOU had ended it, had abandoned the ship before it could even fully set sail... had abandoned it before it could sink. But then why? Why did it still hurt so badly? You didn't feel like doing anything but lay in bed and wait for the horrible pain to subside, that was if it ever did.

Dream had not fared much better. The Dreaming was drenched in rain, the downpour refusing the cease as the king worked himself to the bone. He focused on every tiny problem in his realm and sought to fix it, but everyone could tell he was only doing so to keep from feeling the full brunt of pain your absence caused him. But there was something plaguing his thoughts, something you'd said that night. Pet.

It was a simple word, one that wasn't out of place in the conversation you'd had, but it sounded far too forced coming from you. Pet. Then it hit him, his siblings voice echoing in his mind all the times they'd called you such in conversations. Desire was behind this. Rage and centuries of old pain resurfaced as he marched to his gallery and picked up the blackened heart. "Desire. Speak with me."

Their laughter echoed all around him. "Brother dearest, it's so good to hear your voice."

"I'm coming to you," was all he said, giving them little time to prepare for his long and furious strides as he crossed the room and lifted them up by the neck. "What did you say to her?"

Desire forced their smile to stay in place, but Dream could see the fear building in their eyes. "I've no idea wha-"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?!" He demanded, voice curling like shadows around them and sending a shiver up Desire's spine.

"Only the truth." He squeezed their throat. "I told her of your past loves... told her that your pairing was never meant to last and that you would eventually find another. She is only human after all."

Dream pulled them in close, forcing their golden eyes to meet his. "You'd best remember this moment, sibling, the next time you entertain the thought of speaking to her again. Because next time I hear your vile lies in her mouth, I will not hesitate to kill you, consequences be damned."

"This one is different, isn't she?" Desire asked with a weak grin. "I've never seen you so tense before."

He threw them to the ground and turned away, leaving them and their realm behind him to seek you out. You weren't expecting him, you'd even gone so far as staying up to avoid him, so when he appeared in your room and called out your name you screamed, jumping out of your bed and holding your hand over your chest. "Dream! God damn it! What... Why are you here?"

You tried to quickly hide the used tissues and the mess you'd let your room fall into whilst you pitied yourself. Dream ignored it all, his beautiful eyes trained on you. "I know what happened... what made you feel the need to end things between us."

"You..."

"My sibling had no right to come to you, and certainly had no right to fill your mind with lies."

"Were they lies though?"

He sighed. "Most of it was truth. My past relationships have not been... ideal. But what they said about you being my pet, about how I could never give you the things you wished for... could never love you as deeply or wholly as you love me. Those were lies."

You shook your head. "It won't work. I'm-"

"You are everything I could ever want," he said moving closer, so close he could reach out and touch you if he wished. "Every moment I spend with you is the greatest of my life. Endless or not, you remain at the forefront of my mind. I have seen your dreams, the ones of us living a happy life with a family of our own and I know you thought they were out of reach, delusional even, but they are not. I want the same, have thought of such a future with you from the moment you became mine."

The minute the words left his beautiful mouth you slumped into his arms. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have let them get in my head."

He pulled you tightly to him and chuckled. "All that maters is you're with me once again. That you believe I speak the truth."

"I know, I'm just..." you sighed. "I don't want you to get bored of me."

Dream pulled away and looked down at you, his light smile telling you exactly how ridiculous the idea was to him. "Bored of you? My love, I could never be bored of you. Not when you are everything my heart has longed for and more. But, if words will not be enough to convince you then I shall have to use action."

Action was a kind and mild word for how the two of you spent the following hours. Your love for one another only grew stronger over the coming years, and even more so when Death offered you her gift. Eternity beside Dream was all you could have hoped for, though being his wife and the mother of his children was just as fulfilling. Neither of you had ever been happier, though that could always change, eternity would be a very long time.