#it needed to be as clean as possible for ease of coloring

[inkz123]

Day 20: Pastries🍰💕

Feel free to use it for coloring practice if u want! ^^💕 for digital artings, just set the layer effect to "multiply" and color on another layer under it👍 for traditional arting, print it out ahaha

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EPOXYSHİNE - DRAGON+ (5)

When it comes to enhancing the aesthetic and functional qualities of your floors, solid color epoxy flooring stands out as a top choice. Renowned for its durability and ease of maintenance, this sleek flooring option offers a seamless look that transforms any space into a modern haven. Beyond the allure of solid colors, the world of epoxy flooring also features exciting variations like the vibrant epoxy flake floors. These innovative surfaces blend color flakes into a clear resin, providing a unique texture and visual appeal that can suit any design vision. 

Solid Color Epoxy Floor

When it comes to flooring solutions, the solid color epoxy floor stands out for its durability and aesthetic appeal. This type of flooring is created by mixing epoxy resin with hardeners, resulting in a seamless, impermeable surface that can withstand heavy foot traffic and harsh conditions.

One of the significant advantages of solid color epoxy floors is their versatility. These floors can be customized to fit various color schemes and designs, making them an excellent choice for both residential and commercial spaces. Whether you prefer a bold and vibrant tone or a more subtle hue, there's a solid epoxy color to meet your needs.

Additionally, the maintenance of a solid color epoxy floor is relatively simple. Regular cleaning with mild soap and water is often sufficient to keep the floor looking new. This low-maintenance feature, combined with its long-lasting nature, makes it a cost-effective flooring solution in the long run.

Epoxy Flake Floor

If you're looking for a versatile and aesthetically pleasing flooring option, epoxy flake floor is an excellent choice. This type of flooring combines the durability of epoxy with the decorative flair of colored flakes, creating a unique surface that's both functional and attractive.

One of the main benefits of epoxy flake floors is their resilience. They are resistant to stains, impacts, and chemicals, making them perfect for high-traffic areas such as garages, basements, or commercial spaces. Additionally, the textured surface of flake flooring provides excellent slip resistance, which enhances safety in both residential and industrial environments.

Beyond their practicality, epoxy flake floors offer endless design possibilities. You can choose from a variety of colors and sizes for the flakes, allowing you to customize your flooring to match your personal style or brand image. Whether you prefer a subtle blend or a bold statement, flake flooring can transform your space into a visually stunning area that stands out.

Flake Flooring

Flake flooring is an innovative and versatile flooring solution that combines aesthetics with durability. One of the defining features of flake flooring is its unique blend of colorful chips or flakes that are embedded into a clear epoxy base. This method not only enhances the visual appeal of the floor but also provides a strong, long-lasting surface that can withstand heavy foot traffic and wear.

Another significant advantage of flake flooring is its customizable nature. Homeowners and business owners can choose from an array of colors, shapes, and sizes of flakes, allowing them to create a floor that perfectly matches their style or corporate branding. This customization makes flake flooring an excellent choice for various applications, from residential garages to commercial spaces.

Moreover, flake flooring is easy to maintain. The smooth surface of the epoxy prevents dirt and grime from becoming lodged in the seams, making clean-up a breeze. With proper maintenance, flake flooring can maintain its vibrant appearance for years, making it a practical and stylish flooring choice.

[imreidswifey]

Paint-Stained Promises -Fluff-

Spencer Reid x Artist!Reader

Credit to @drowning-rabbit their head-cannons was the only thing that made this possible!Please go follow and like their posts!

Summary: Dr. Spencer Reid never expected to find love amidst the chaos of profiling criminals and chasing shadows. But when he meets you, a free-spirited painter with a penchant for covering yourself—and your apartment—in splashes of color, his life begins to shift in ways he never imagined. From quiet evenings spent as your muse to secret notes tucked into his lunch bag, Spencer discovers a kind of intimacy and joy that feels as brilliant and messy as your art.

Warnings:

Fluff Overload: This story is heavy on romance, intimate moments, and playful teasing.

Mild Embarrassment: Expect Spencer to be adorably awkward and flustered in social situations.

Team Banter: Includes friendly teasing, nosy colleagues, and found-family dynamics.

Themes of Vulnerability: Emotional intimacy and personal growth are central to the story.

Mentions of Profiler Work: While the story focuses on romance, it references Spencer’s work with the BAU, which involves criminal profiling (no graphic details).

Reader Discretion: Ideal for fans of soft, romantic fanfiction and anyone who loves a good balance of humor, love, and heartwarming moments.

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The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting soft, golden streaks across the room. You’re perched cross-legged on the floor in front of your easel, a brush tucked behind your ear and smudges of cerulean and ochre streaking your hands and cheeks. The smell of turpentine and acrylic paint mingles with the faint scent of lavender from the candle flickering on the windowsill.

Every piece of furniture within paint-splash radius has been meticulously wrapped in cling film. Your living room looks like a scene from a crime drama—a precautionary measure after the last time you accidentally turned the couch into a canvas.

The familiar jingle of keys in the lock pulls your attention.

“Spencer!” you call out, not looking away from your painting. “Be careful where you step! It’s chaos in here!”

“I noticed,” he says, stepping inside. His voice, soft and amused, makes your chest flutter.

You glance over your shoulder to find him standing in the doorway, his bag slung over one shoulder, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. His sweater vest is slightly askew, and his hair, as always, has that artful messiness to it that makes your fingers itch to sketch him.

He sets his bag down, tilting his head as he takes in the scene. “I assume the cling film is for… protection?”

“Exactly,” you reply, gesturing with your brush. “I’m not cleaning paint off the sofa again. And before you ask—yes, I learned my lesson last time.”

His laughter, soft and genuine, fills the space between you. He crosses the room, carefully stepping over paint tubes and discarded sketches, and leans down to press a kiss to your temple.

“Missed you,” he murmurs.

You smile, the warmth of his presence already sinking into your skin. “Missed you too. But hold that thought—I need you to sit still for me.”

Spencer raises a brow. “Sit still?”

“Yep. I’m drawing you,” you announce, dragging a chair into the light. “Here. Sit. Read. Don’t move too much.”

He hesitates for only a second before complying, pulling a book from his bag and settling into the chair. He’s used to this by now—the spontaneous bursts of inspiration that seize you at the oddest times.

You watch him as he opens the book, his long fingers flipping through the pages with practiced ease. He adjusts his glasses, and the golden light catches on the frames, making him look like something out of a Renaissance portrait.

“You’re staring,” he says, not looking up.

“You’re pretty,” you reply without missing a beat, grinning when you catch the faint blush creeping up his neck.

Your brush moves almost of its own accord, capturing the curve of his jaw, the way the light dances in his hair. You’ve drawn him a hundred times before—in little doodles on post-it notes, in margins of notebooks, on scraps of paper that find their way into his pockets and desk drawers. But there’s something about this moment, the quiet intimacy of it, that feels different.

Every now and then, Spencer’s brow furrows or his lips twitch as he reacts to whatever he’s reading.

“Stop that,” you tease, smacking his arm lightly with the handle of your brush.

“Stop what?”

“Reacting. You’re ruining the pose.”

He looks up, feigning innocence. “You want me to be an unfeeling statue?”

“Yes. Just for a little while.”

He shakes his head, but the smile on his face betrays him. “You know I can’t help it. This chapter is fascinating.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “Fine. But keep the dramatics to a minimum.”

You lose track of time, the rhythm of your brushstrokes and the sound of Spencer turning pages creating a kind of harmony. Occasionally, you catch him sneaking glances at you over the top of his book, his expression soft and adoring.

“Done,” you announce finally, stepping back to admire your work.

Spencer closes his book, setting it aside as he stands to join you. He leans over your shoulder, studying the painting.

“It’s beautiful,” he says, his voice tinged with awe. “You make me look better than I do in real life.”

“Liar,” you reply, nudging him with your elbow. “You’re perfect, and you know it.”

He laughs, pulling you into his arms. His sweater smells faintly of coffee and the library, and you sink into him, paint-stained hands be damned.

The next morning, you’re up early, packing his lunch like you always do. It’s a quiet ritual, one that’s become second nature. You slip a note into the bag—a quick sketch of a coffee cup with the words Stay caffeinated and brilliant scrawled beneath it.

When Spencer leaves for work, he’s none the wiser about the speck of glitter clinging to his sleeve or the faint smudge of yellow paint on his collar.

At the BAU, Derek Morgan squints at Spencer as he sits at his desk, pulling out a sleek new pen to sign some paperwork.

“Pretty boy,” Morgan says, leaning against the desk. “Where’d you get that pen? Looks fancy.”

Spencer freezes mid-signature, his ears immediately turning red. “It’s, uh… It’s just a pen,” he says quickly. “Not that fancy. Just—uh—a gift. From someone.”

“Someone, huh?” Morgan’s grin spreads slowly, his interest clearly piqued.

Spencer clears his throat, focusing intently on the paper in front of him. “It’s a practical pen. The ink quality is exceptional, and the dry time is virtually instantaneous. Which is important for someone who writes as much as I do. The weight and balance are also—”

“Spence.” Morgan cuts him off, laughing. “I’m not asking for a dissertation. Just tell me—who’s the someone?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Spencer stammers, the papers in his hands suddenly fascinating.

Morgan raises an eyebrow, his tone dripping with mock seriousness. “Is there a ‘someone’ in your life we should know about? Fancy pens, glitter on your clothes… you’ve been walking in here like you’ve got a whole secret world going on.”

Before Spencer can respond, Emily Prentiss spins her chair around, joining the conversation with a smirk. “Wait, wait, wait. Did you say glitter?”

“It’s subtle,” Morgan says, crossing his arms. “But it’s there. And now I want answers.”

Spencer looks like he’s considering fleeing, his wide eyes darting between them. “It’s… not important. Really. Can we get back to work?”

“Not important?” JJ chimes in from her desk, her expression far too curious. “Spence, you’re blushing. It’s definitely important.”

Rossi walks by at that exact moment, sipping his coffee. “Sounds like our resident genius is in love,” he says casually, earning a chorus of laughter from the team.

Spencer groans, burying his face in his hands. “Can we please not do this right now?”

Morgan claps a hand on his shoulder, grinning. “Come on, pretty boy. Who is she? Or he? Or they? Give us something.”

For a moment, Spencer hesitates. Then, with a resigned sigh, he mumbles, “Her name is… Y/N.”

The room falls silent for a beat before bursting into a flurry of exclamations.

“Y/N?” JJ asks, her smile soft. “You’ve been holding out on us, Spence!”

“Okay, but the glitter makes so much sense now,” Emily says, leaning back in her chair.

“Do they pack your lunch too?” Morgan teases. “Because you’ve been looking suspiciously well-fed lately.”

“Enough,” Spencer mutters, though the corners of his mouth betray him with a faint smile. “Yes, I’m… dating someone. Her name is Y/N. She’s an artist. And that’s all you’re getting.”

Morgan snorts. “Oh, we’re getting way more than that. This is just the beginning.”

Spencer shakes his head, but his blush deepens. As much as he protests, there’s an undeniable glow to him that the team can’t help but notice.

And while they tease him mercilessly, it’s clear that they’re thrilled for him—because Spencer Reid, their brilliant, awkward, kind-hearted genius, deserves all the love in the world.

And every night, when Spencer comes home to find you covered in paint with that familiar smile on your face, he’s reminded of just how lucky he is.

That night, Spencer steps through the door, his usual quietness replaced with an air of nervous excitement. His bag is slung over one shoulder, and there’s an extra gleam in his hazel eyes as he finds you standing at the kitchen counter, a bowl of pancake batter in your hands.

“Hey, genius,” you greet, not looking up as you stir. “How was work?”

“Uh…” He hesitates, and the sound of his bag hitting the floor grabs your attention.

You glance up, catching the telltale flush creeping up his neck. “What happened?”

“They… um…” He rubs the back of his neck, his voice softening. “They know.”

Your heart skips a beat, the spoon slipping from your fingers. “They know?”

“About us.”

You freeze for a moment, staring at him, before breaking into laughter. “What gave it away? The glitter, the notes, or the fact that you’ve been using pens too nice for a government salary?”

He cracks a sheepish smile, stepping closer. “Morgan asked about the pen, and I… may have overexplained.”

You laugh even harder, clutching the counter for support. “Oh, Spencer. Of course you did.”

His hands find your waist, steadying you as you catch your breath. “It’s not funny,” he mutters, though his lips are twitching with the hint of a smile.

“It’s hilarious,” you counter, looping your arms around his neck. “What did they say?”

“They were… amused,” he admits, his gaze dropping. “Morgan gave me a hard time, and JJ said it was sweet. Rossi just smirked like he already knew, and Emily���well, she asked if you’re the reason I’ve been smelling like lavender lately.”

You snort, shaking your head. “So, basically, they love it.”

His arms tighten around you, his forehead resting against yours. “They think I’m lucky,” he says softly. “And they’re right.”

Your breath hitches, the sincerity in his voice sending a wave of warmth through you.

“You are lucky,” you tease, brushing a paint-stained thumb against his cheek. “But so am I.

Later that evening, after dinner and a shared bottle of wine, you find yourselves on the couch, your legs draped across his lap. A sketchpad rests on the coffee table, abandoned in favor of the moment.

Spencer is reading again, his brow furrowing every now and then as he flips through the pages. You’re half-watching him, half-daydreaming, your heart full to bursting.

“Do you think they’ll ever stop teasing you?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence.

He doesn’t look up, but a small smile plays on his lips. “Probably not. But I don’t mind. They’re happy for me—for us.”

The words hang in the air, soft and certain, and you feel a lump rise in your throat.

“Come here,” you murmur, tugging gently on his arm.

He sets the book aside and shifts closer, letting you curl into his side. His hand comes up to cradle your head, his fingers threading through your hair.

“I love you,” you whisper, the words slipping out as naturally as a breath.

He freezes for a moment, his hand stilling against your hair. Then he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours.

“I love you too,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper.

It’s the first time he’s said it, and the weight of it settles over you like a warm blanket. You can see it in his eyes, the quiet reverence with which he holds those words—holds you.

You lean up to kiss him, your lips brushing against his in a way that feels like a promise. When you pull back, he’s smiling, his cheeks flushed and his eyes alight with something that looks a lot like forever.

Over the next few weeks, life settles into a new kind of normal. The team’s teasing becomes a regular occurrence, but Spencer takes it in stride, his quick wit and encyclopedic knowledge often leaving Morgan speechless.

You keep sending him off to work with lovingly packed lunches and scribbled notes, and he keeps coming home with faint traces of glitter on his clothes and stories that make your heart ache with pride and love.

One evening, as you’re sorting through your art supplies, you find a small stack of post-it notes tucked into one of your sketchbooks. They’re all doodles of Spencer—some detailed, others hastily drawn in moments of inspiration.

You gather them up and slip them into his desk drawer, smiling to yourself as you imagine him finding them later.

And when he does—when he texts you a picture of one with the caption You’re amazing—you know you’ll never get tired of loving him.

Because with Spencer, even the quiet, everyday moments feel extraordinary. And together, you’ve created something messy, colorful, and perfect—a masterpiece all your own.

[vitaminseetarot]

PAC Pick a Picture: Yes or No (or Maybe) 💚💙💜

Hey y'all, I'm back in time for the end of May with another pick a card reading. I thought that since it's been almost a year since my last yes or no reading, that now would be a good time to do my second one. Today, perhaps because of the last day of Mermay in part, I'm inspired by the colors green and blue (and some purple thrown in). I'll be using Mermaid Tarot for this reading. 🌎🧜‍♀️

Below, there are 12 images for you to choose from in a random color assortment, from left to right. Take a deep breath, pause, and relax all tension in your body before deciding what your question is. There are a lot of piles to choose from, so if you have a lot of questions, feel free to select them one at a time and read in any order you want.

Pile 1 - Hot Air Balloon Pile 2 - Peacock Tail Pile 3 - Plumbago Flowers (Light Blue) Pile 4 - Azurite Pile 5 - Grass Field Pile 6 - Lily Pad Pile 7 - Damselfly Pile 8 - Gentian Flowers (Dark Blue) Pile 9 - Blueberries Pile 10 - Blue Jay Pile 11 - Butterfly Pile 12- Mountain Bluebird

apologies for the misalignment in pics; this stock photo collage was initially for fun

Pile 1 - Hot Air Balloon

IX Hermit, 9 of Swords, 6 of Swords, XIII Death; 24 - Heal Thyself, 15. Adrift in Shallow Water

This pile is a No. You may be wanting to move forward with something, but the energy I'm picking up on is too closed inward and focused on the worst possible outcomes. You may need to detach from the situation if a decision is called for. Answers will more likely come to you when you are given the quietude and privacy needed to listen to your inner guidance system. It knows a lot more than it may let on, but you won't be able to hear it amidst the chaos.

"Take a few deep breaths and reconnect to your inner peace." This card is talking about using mindfulness to recenter the self. It is very difficult to make important decisions and move forward from a place of anxiety. Things are more likely to move in the direction you desire when you make plans from a calm and positive outlook. Once you're fully ready to move on, the tides will turn for you.

Pile 2 - Peacock Tail

4 of Pentacles, 4 of Cups, 6 of Cups, 7 of Pentacles; 13 - Awareness, 5. Change Direction With Ease

For you, this is a big Maybe. Your reading starts with two 4 cards which can indicate a state of stagnancy and lack of motion. With 6 of cups, you may be more focused on what's happened before than what could happen next. Remember that cycles don't always repeat themselves perfectly and giving something another go can reap potential success if you put in the proper dedication for it.

"You may be in for a surprise." 4 of Cups can talk about unforeseen surprises around the corner, so if you're able to keep your mind more ahead into the present and future rather than the past, you may be prepared to catch this surprise. This surprise could be the key to allowing things to flow through to a more desired resolution. Stay present for what's to come.

Pile 3 - Plumbago Flowers

XIX The Sun, XVIII The Moon, 3 of Cups, Queen of Cups; 7 - Clear Aura, 49. Be Insightful and Established

So this is a definite Yes with the Sun card coming out first! But then the Moon card popped up, which definitely surprised me. This combo doesn't often happen a lot! I think with this particular yes, you may be very excited to jump the gun and celebrate. But the Moon wants to remind you that as alluring as it may be to throw caution in the wind, it's important to keep your emotions leveled and even keeled. Your friends or community may also be affecting the choice or outcome; never mind their energy and stay true to what's in your own cup. Your intuition will guide you.

"Ground and realign your energy." Give yourself a clean fresh head start and look before you leap into anything. Lighten yourself from heavier energies. Make decisions from a place of solid reason rather than through the emotional frenzy that may surround you.

Pile 4 - Azurite

4 of Pentacles, Page of Swords, 2 of Cups, 5 of Pentacles; 14 - Grace, 42. Gentle Moderation

This pile is a very likely No. When I drew these cards, it was like rapid fire. All these cards came out at once. I feel there may be a lot of impatience, especially with the 4 of Pentacles. You may feel you've been waiting too long for something to come to fruition and you may be getting frustrated by the lack of results. With Page of Swords and 2 of Cups, I sense that there is an important lesson you must grasp before you can move ahead with this. It may have to do with communicating to your partner, friend, or coworker, or even asking for assistance.

"Take your time." Time is greatly emphasized in this pile. Before I drew this card and I saw Grace, I thought, "grace period." So you may be in or soon getting a grace period which will allow you to have the ability to ease back and think carefully about how you want to go forward. I get that it sucks when things don't show up when we've desire it for so long, but the cards want to remind you that you have more time than you think to get the results you're after.

Pile 5 - Grass Field

Knight of Pentacles, 8 of Cups, I Magician, 9 of Swords; 30 - Practical Intuition, 5. Change Direction With Ease

This pile looks to be a No, for at least this moment. This is something that may take a while to accomplish, but because you may be holding on to something no longer needed, it could be taking longer than necessary. The Magician card wants to remind you of your power to take control of the situation. Do not listen to the fears that disguise themselves as your intuition. Practical Intuition is about grounding your psychic energy into the material world. Remind yourself that your intuition works for you, not against you. When you're able to let go of old fears and worries, you'll be able to step forward with more confidence.

"It is a time to reconsider what you are wanting." Take some time to get clear on your intentions before you work your magic. The more you paint your worries as being realistic, the more likely they are to become real. Use your intuitive gifts for your benefit. You are not powerless in this situation. But it's ultimately up to you to change how this will all play out!

Pile 6 - Lily Pad Page of Wands, III of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune, 8 of Swords; 9 - Self Acceptance, 29. Empower Yourself

This pile is a Maybe because I almost took out the World card after 8 of Swords. I think with this pile, you need to take account of who you are and what you're capable of doing. You may get this sense that things are totally out of your hands and up to the universe to decide, but the cards are advising you to not default to that reasoning with this question. While it's one thing to recognize when things are out of our hands, this should not be confused with helplessness.

"Allow yourself to be the strong, beautiful person you are capable of being." I'm getting that some of you may be really harsh on yourselves when things don't turn out right. But resorting to negative self talk when things go wrong and positive talk about the universe when things go right, is an imbalanced way of perceiving this. You are powerful, and this situation can resolve itself in part thanks to your efforts. But you must be kinder with yourself to see this power first.

Pile 7 - Damselfly

XIII Death, XI Justice, XVIII The Moon, Page of Wands; 13 - Awareness; 3. In the Light of the Moon

This pile is a No. Something must be done away with here, something must be remain in the past. This is something that needs to occur inevitably, even if it's hard. Whatever it is, things seem to not be going to plan. Ultimately, this No will be in your personal favor, though it doesn't seem that way right now, because letting go will set things into better balance. You may be feeling lost with this, uncertain of how to proceed. But you are gently being guided to your next chapter in life. It's okay if you are feeling down right now, allow yourself to process the emotions (even if you're feeling disconnected from emotion) by doing what you find enjoyable to you as this all unfolds.

I find it interesting how the full moon shows up three times in this reading. I find this magically significant. Do you by chance work with lunar magic, or do you simply follow your emotional energy closely as the moon waxes and wanes? The number 13 appearing twice is also to be noted here. I'm getting that this will have to do with some kind of specific timing, like 13 days from now, or on the 13th of a month. Pay attention to your dreams for further insight and clues. Don't be afraid to shed the old to welcome in the new. Even if this doesn't work out, you carry so much magical potential in you that whatever comes next will be nothing short of wondrously transformative.

Pile 8 - Gentian Flowers

King of Pentacles, 2 of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune, King of Cups; 25 - Truth, 42. Gentle Moderation

This is a likely Yes, but there are signs of some wavering here. The message I channeled was to be true to yourself no matter what decision you may take. You may be dealing with too many conflicting opinions weighing in on something that may be important mainly for you. I'm getting practical needs vs. emotional needs. You must come to your own conclusions about how much you'll factor in one need compared to the other. If you decide both that are important, then you will need to figure out how to get the two needs to cooperate.

"Pressure from others or yourself can be released by renegotiating what you are trying to accomplish." One King to hold the wheel, the other to hold the compass. You are both the guide and the driver of this choice. Once you come to conclusions about what your personal Truth is, let that be your map to a more harmonious outcome.

Pile 9 - Blueberries

XII Hanged Man, 5 of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, XV The Devil; 29 - Nurture, 26. Where You Need to Be

This pile is a No. I'm getting a lot of nervous energy from this pile, I'm needing to take my time and breathe between each card. It may help for you to also take time out and breathe deeply. This could be something that has been stressing you out, keeping you in limbo. This is your sign to take it easy. Be gentle with yourself. You're being asked to see the difference between needing to be patient for things to manifest, and needing to rely on your own energy to overcome this. But you cannot use that energy if you cannot see it for yourself.

"Have faith the Universe will take care of a current concern by providing the best possible outcome for all involved." Just because something doesn't turn out now doesn't mean it won't be for later. You're on the right path, don't let this temporary situation sway you. In the meantime, your current focus needs to be on personal self care. You must tend to your garden and provide yourself with the healing you need to take on the things that are within your grasp.

Pile 10 - Blue Jay

2 of Wands, Ace of Wands, King of Swords, IV The Emperor; 21 - Shadow Treasures, 7. Dancing in the Rainbow

This pile is a strong Yes. You got what it takes to see this through. There is a passion lighting up from within you, and by keeping your head high and focusing on the outcome you desire, you will be given the tools you need to succeed in this. But all this won't happen on its own. You are being asked to do a majority of the work and organizing needed to pull this off. This may be a solo effort for the most part. But rest assured that you got the motivation and integrity to do it right.

"Break free from whatever you feel is holding you back." Your mind, the King of Swords, may try to freeze this fiery passion by giving you reasons that it isn't plausible or reasonable. But the 2 of wands says "this and more." Release the dichotomy of being rational and enthusiastic and embrace both, for they both have gifts to offer.

Pile 11 - Butterfly

8 of Cups, Page of Wands, King of Cups, Page of Swords; 3 - Strength, 5. Change Direction with Ease

This one is a soft Yes. It seems like there is something you need to work through first, however. You may be feeling like you need to hone in on specific skills or internal resources for the best results. You need to be confident in yourself that something must fall away if you want to begin a new with something else. Make peace with where you are now and see that you have an inner reservoir of talent and ambitions to tap into.

"This is a time for change, shapeshifting, or your soul's evolution." There is something telling you that the next stage to come will help you grow and become more well rounded. You've already mastered the art of staying calm under the tension of seeking greater and greater heights, now it's time to play into your passions and find new ways to learn and expand your knowledge.

Pile 12- Mountain Bluebird

Knight of Cups, Six of Wands, XI Justice, VIII Strength; 6 - Freedom, 11. Persistent Drive

This one is a strong Yes. Now is the exact time to make the move. Try to visualize or imagine your most desired outcome, first. Which one makes the most sense to you. Which one utilizes your greatest strengths? Which one gives you the emotional freedom to pursue your goals while abandoning all restrictions from the past that still try to tie you down? And, last but not least, which one recreates that joyful spark that lights up the dreams within you? Step out into the world and don't be afraid of a little bit of risk.

"See what you desire and move toward that goal." Be completely sure of where you want to go or want to do next. Set a practical target, one that you can easily see. Take a calculated risk, but don't get cocky or too brash. If all goes well, stay humble and pass the good vibes on.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[interneteclipse]

“modern! mizu hcs”

Okay finally becoming a BES writer after I convinced myself Mizu would sooooooo be a bassist. This is a combo of modern Mizu relationship hcs and band+uni hcs :3 warning, I hardly edited this because I'm tired. Also I WILL be taking Mizu requests

pairing: mizu x fem! reader

tags: domestic bliss…?, modern! au, bassist mizu, band! au, other characters mentioned 🗣️

Mizu is oddly good at home decorating? It’s not a hobby or interest of hers, in fact, she thinks her room is quite plain, but the cohesive colors and pretty decent-looking fake plants say otherwise. (She would love to buy real plants, but she frequently gets swept up with time to care for them properly.)

A lot of your apartment is decorated by her, but in the sense that you asked her if an item would work with house and she either liked or disliked it. She wouldn’t have really cared about shopping for home decor if not for you.

Mizu gets so upset when it’s hot out since she can’t go a day without wearing layers. The apartment (or her room at least) is cold 24/7 whether you like it or not

She tries to go grocery shopping with you as often as possible despite her lack of cooking abilities. Her memory is perfect, so you rarely ever need to make a grocery list! Plus, she likes doing simple things with you. Her childhood was chaotic, so the normalcy of shopping with someone she loves puts her at peace.

She survives off of snacks; it’s a terrible habit of hers, and she knows. It gets worse when either you’re not at home to cook, or she’s out somewhere else. Normally, she walks into the kitchen when she smells food or when you call for her, but she’ll completely forget to eat a real meal otherwise.

Though Mizu rarely (if not ever) has guests over, she makes sure your space and things are respected. If you’re out and your room door is open, she’ll close it. Any special glassware that you bought for personal use, like mugs? Nobody is allowed to touch them.

She’s gotten mad at Taigen for messing with your stuff before.

She isn’t much of a clean freak, but she’d prefer to have things kept orderly as often as possible. She enjoys splitting the chores with you, especially seasonal cleaning.

She’s extremely mindful of personal space. Even if she thinks you look adorable napping on the couch, the most she’ll do is kiss your face and fix your blanket. She’d love to join, really, but she’s afraid of waking you or making you uncomfortable. The last thing she wants to do is disrespect you.

She’s extremely touch-starved but doesn’t know how to make physical contact with you at first. She opened up when you first got together and started asking her for hugs, etc. Now, she loves the smallest of purposeful, or accidental touches, whether it’s brushing up against her, or her hand resting at your hip or waist while you’re out together.

Though you have separate rooms, you’ll sleep together on most nights (usually in your room– she finds your bed more comfortable, plus your room smells like you!)

The only time she heavily insists on staying in your rooms is if one of you gets sick, no exceptions. She hardly ever falls ill, but she’d rather not risk it. That doesn’t stop her from taking care of you, even if the only hot meal she can prepare is upgraded instant noodles or an easy, fool proof soup.

She has a horrible habit of making confining rules for herself, even if she’s on track with certain goals. You have to put hard work into easing her up to let her realize she has a lot more freedom than she thinks she has.

She doesn’t mind dates that you go out for, but she loves cute little dates at home. She doesn’t dislike showing you off, she just appreciates the private intimacy between you two. Even if she isn’t a great cook, she’s happy to help you measure or chop things while you talk.

Speaking of, acts of service is a huge love language of hers. If she can’t do something well, she’ll compensate for with something else that she’s better at to make your life easier.

"Band + Uni Hcs"

Mizu has a habit of not making herself visible on stage. It’s not completely intentional, but her usual spot on stage has harsher lights and this carries over to every single venue. The constant squinting was giving her headaches.

Following up with that, she’s so light-sensitive. It takes a good minute or two for her to adjust from a dark room to bright lights. At some point, she considered getting darker-tinted glasses but keeps putting it on the back burner.

She doesn’t dislike showing you off on stage, but she’d rather not be all the talk at school when it comes to your relationship. This doesn’t mean she lets your relationship go unnoticed though– she makes it very clear she’s taken and doesn’t participate in flirty behavior with any of the audience

Taigen however

The only reason she’s the band's bassist is because nobody else knows how to play. Taigen could play in theory, but he didn’t want to, plus, he thought bass was too easy.

He says that and can’t write a bassline like Mizu. He does write insane guitar solos though, and he can definitely make up something on the spot under pressure. That's actually how a couple of his solos were made.

Ringo is so good at budgeting that it’s genuinely impressive, but he’s not thrilled at how much of that budget cuts out good quality food to keep up with his uni payments. Luckily, Akemi made sure to let him know he was free to experiment with cooking at hers anytime! He's the only one with a spare key to her house. (more on that later)

Akemi knows how to play so many instruments, but none of which are typical band instruments. Her house has a pretty extensive collection of instruments, just no drums or electric string instruments aside from an electric harp. Her father didn’t really monitor her hobbies in her own house, so she played around with whatever piqued her interest first. She had been playing piano and koto since she was young, so she’s automatically the keyboardist (and vocalist,) but she pulls out an odd instrument here and there during a show for fun.

Taigen does have a podcast. The equipment was bought by Akemi with the hopes that he’d have a new hobby, but… sigh.

Ringo is an insanely good drummer, but he couldn't care less about having a music career. He agreed to join because all his friends were in a band– plus, they needed a drummer. Turns out, he’s a natural!

Mizu knows how to play drums too, and she’s great at it, but Ringo unintentionally disses her sometimes on her technique. He’s definitely said something like “Oh, wouldn’t it be easier to…?” She doesn't care much since she knows he means well. That does NOT stop her from continuing to catch accidental strays from him

Taigen and Akemi sort of live together? Akemi’s dad is a little sour about him not returning her home on time. That got his house key privileges revoked for three months. He’s welcome to stay by Akemi’s word, but she doesn’t keep a spare key for him, so he’ll have to be let in by her. Occasionally, he'll ask Ringo to let him in if he happens to be over to cook or practice at a different location, but if Akemis dad catches them, they're both getting an earful. That hasn't happened yet, luckily

Akemi has a couple of songs with a crazy keyboard solo that she has never in her life messed up. She worked through blood sweat and tears to perfect every solo she's written and has her muscle memory down.

Taigen is actually a really good guitarist, but he does make a fair amount of mistakes that he gets dogged on for– most mistakes being dropping his pick. He doesn’t really mess up chords, but a lot of their fans are waiting for that day to come (it'll never happen honestly)

Mizu could and does definitely show off on stage sometimes, but she won’t be pushed into doing a solo for the life of her.

Nobody can touch Mizus instruments except for you and Ringo (he’s a great bass and guitar tech somehow– he just has a lot of specific things he can pick up.)

Mizu, Taigen, and Akemi do separate gigs. Mizu does a little bit of everything– a lot of the bands she plays for are usually gothic rock or metal.

Ringo makes sure Mizu’s basslines can be heard with the drums while Taigen has a running joke of playing too loudly over her basslines during practice. Mizu isn't thrilled, to say the least.

Akemi gets extremely frustrated whenever she has mic problems. Honestly, she wouldn't mind a keyboard problem, but a mic problem is too much

Mizu’s bass wasn’t decorated until you came around– She wants something that reminds her of you on her instrument, so she had you make stickers of your lipstick print to slap on the body of her bass.

By no means are they a large band– they definitely are a local uni band that probably would get popular eventually, but nobody really cared enough about their popularity enough outside of their other hobbies

Speaking of, both Taigen and Mizu do Kendo

Akemi is a top-tier lyricist– she puts her interest in poetry to work ^_^

Taigen has an insanely expensive pedalboard along with a collection of pedals (From Akemis money)

Every day, Akemi considers using a keytar, but the music shops nearby don’t carry good quality keytars and she gets so upset when they aren’t comfortable enough to play.

Taigen has a set practicing schedule on his own, but he often gets held up with classwork. He also has a set sleep schedule but sometimes takes time out of rest to catch up with practice.

Eji tries to come to their shows, but he isn’t much of a fan of the noise level when it comes to live music. He doesn’t understand Mizu’s more alternative gigs, but he’s happy she’s able to get around. He used to lecture Mizu for not wearing earplugs to her shows when she first started performing.

Taigen and Akemi have their own shoegaze duet act together outside of the band– they're getting quite popular from that!

Mizu has written a few songs herself for fun after Akemi texted the group chat about a delay on lyrics due to writers block. She actually finished up recording those songs herself after you found her notes, and urged her to actually make and post those as songs.

[transosdd]

May we have a level 3 foodtive (food Introject) of your choosing, please?

𓎟𓎟 FOODTIVE ALTER PACK .ᐟ

︵⠀ ⟢ NAMES – strawberry, strawb, berry, cake

︵⠀ ⟢ AGE – 13-18

︵⠀ ⟢ PRNS – she/her, they/them, it/its, fluff/fluffs white/whites, sweet/sweets, candy/candies, berry/berries, fleur/fleurs, 🍰/🍰, 🧁/🧁, 🍓/🍓

︵⠀ ⟢ GENDERS – fem-aligned, pawthing, strawberrygender, strawbcakepupgender, hypergender, rainbowcraystar, starbeadic, sprinklesjoyic, strawberrycushiongender, bakeradored

︵⠀ ⟢ ORIENTATION – reciprosexual

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLES – hyperempathetic, comfortformed, stim holder

︵⠀ ⟢ SOURCE – STRAWBERRY CAKE [FOOD]

︵⠀ ⟢ TRANSIDS – cupcakescentic, pinkbloodic, kleptomania, neko, magicalgirl

︵⠀ ⟢ FRONT TRIGGERS –

POS: baking, bakery scents, sweets/candy, pastel colors, parties/gatherings

NEG: feelings of loneliness, feelings of anger, body being yelled at or scolded, arguments, messy environments

︵⠀ ⟢ INTERESTS –

LIKES: cooking/baking, candies or anything sweet, talking to others, happy/upbeat music, stuffed animals, cleaning, soft textures, gentle music like lullabies, comforting others

DISLIKES: silence, hot environments, bitter flavors, being rushed, sharp objects

︵⠀ ⟢ COMMON OUTFITS – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5, O6

︵⠀ ⟢ FAVORITE MUSIC – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ PERSONALITY – she is warm, gentle, and inviting, much like the comforting sweetness of a strawberry cake. she exudes a soft energy, always wanting to bring joy and calm to those around her. optimistic and lighthearted, she avoids negativity and instead focuses on creating happy environments. she has a delicate yet bubbly nature, with a tendency to shy away from conflict, preferring to smooth things over with kindness and charm. though she can be a bit sensitive, her main goal is to make others feel cherished and at ease. (MBTI : ESFJ)

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLE/DUTY INFO – she fulfills her roles with a gentle, intuitive approach, always attuned to the system’s emotional needs. as a hyperempathy holder, she deeply feels the emotions of both the system and others, using this understanding to provide tailored comfort and reassurance. her role as a stim holder involves engaging in soothing, sensory-based activities—like running her fingers over soft fabrics, humming calming melodies, or tapping rhythmic patterns—to help regulate the system’s emotions. as a comfort-based headmate, she actively seeks to create a sense of safety and warmth, offering kind words, a nurturing presence, and a focus on positivity to ease tension and bring the system back to balance. everything she does is centered on providing calm and reassurance in the most compassionate way possible.

︵⠀ ⟢ INNERWORLD BEHAVIOR – in the innerworld, she is a serene and comforting presence, often found in a cozy, inviting space that mirrors her nurturing personality. her home may resemble a small, pastel-colored cottage or a warm bakery filled with the scent of strawberries and vanilla. the space is likely adorned with soft pillows, warm lighting, and delicate decorations like flowers and ribbons, creating an environment that exudes comfort and calm. she spends her time preparing small, thoughtful gestures for the system, like baking treats, organizing spaces, or leaving positive notes around the innerworld. she’s always available to lend a listening ear or a warm hug to any headmate who needs it. her movements are gentle and deliberate, often engaging in activities like arranging flowers, knitting, or humming soft tunes to maintain a soothing atmosphere.

︵⠀ ⟢ OUTERWORLD BEHAVIOR – while fronting, she exudes warmth and gentleness, focusing on creating a calm and harmonious environment. she speaks softly and kindly, often choosing her words carefully to avoid discomfort. when interacting with others, she prioritizes emotional connection, offering reassurance, encouragement, or simply being a comforting presence. she may gravitate toward conversations that allow her to uplift or support others, but she avoids confrontational or overly negative topics. her actions are often sensory or comfort-focused, such as cleaning, organizing, or preparing food, as these activities help ground the system and maintain a soothing environment. if no pressing tasks are required, she leans into creative or self-soothing activities, like drawing, journaling, or simply relaxing in a cozy spot.

︵⠀ ⟢ EMOJI PROXIES – 🧁, 🍰, 🧺

︵⠀ ⟢ CREDITS – art = lenadoodllles (pinterest), divider = seulzitos (tumblr)

[seoltzuki]

Doorstep Flowers

Tzuyu x gn reader

fluffiest fluff, not proofread

Tzuyu works on weekends for Sana - in relation to this fic :)

Tzuyu awakens with a bounce in her step, greeted by the warm embrace of the sun and the melodious chirping of birds. She leisurely prepares for the day ahead, knowing she has an hour before the flower shop opens.

As she sets off on her bicycle to work, she opts for the scenic route, coasting along the shoreline and pausing to indulge in tea from a cute café. She continues her journey and revels in the gentle caress of the summer breeze. She feels the wind tug at the strands of hair that had escaped her helmet, sending them dancing in its playful embrace. With each encounter, her heart swells with happiness as she showers affection on every dog she meets, tenderly patting their fluffy heads. Their wagging tails and grateful eyes mirror her own sense of contentment.

After her delightful encounters, Tzuyu finally arrives at the flower shop. With practiced ease, she begins her opening routine, tending to the lush greenery by gently watering each plant. Next, she displays the vibrant faux bouquets on display, ensuring they caught the eye of passersby. Plugging in her phone, she selects a playlist of soothing background music to set the perfect ambiance. Outside, she arranges flower pots and vases, inviting customers with their colorful blooms. Lastly, she stacks up the new bags of soil, ready for any gardening enthusiasts seeking replenishment.

As she surveyed her handiwork, a sense of fulfillment washed over her, knowing she had prepared the shop for another beautiful day of blooming possibilities. With a satisfied sigh, Tzuyu cleaned her hands on her uniform apron, gently blowing away a few strands of hair that had escaped from her face. The routine of preparing the shop for the day ahead always brought her a sense of peace and purpose. Adjusting her apron with a small smile, she glanced around at the colorful array of flowers and greenery, ready to welcome customers.

"Tzuyu! Tzuyu!" A voice called out from outside the shop. She paused in her work, recognizing the familiar voice, but as she stepped outside, she saw no one in sight. A puzzled expression crossed her face as she scanned the street, wondering who could be calling her.

"Tzuyuuuuuu, up here!" The voice calls out again, this time with a hint of mischief. Tzuyu's gaze shifts upward, and to her surprise, she spots a mischievous grin peeking out from the window of the apartment building across the street.

Tzuyu couldn't help but smile at the sight. She waves enthusiastically and calls out, "Good morning, Sana!"

Sana beams and waves back before disappearing momentarily, only to reappear on the balcony. She jumps in place, her giggles echoing through the air, causing the leaves of nearby plants to rustle and the petals of flowers to dance in response to her joyful movements.

"You're up early!" Tzuyu laughs, bringing a hand up to her face to shield her eyes from the bright morning sun. One eye closed and the other squinted as she watches Sana's lively display across the street.

"It's 9 am, that's so late!" Sana yells back teasingly. Then, with genuine concern, she adds, "Did you have breakfast? Let me bring you something."

Before Tzuyu could even protest, Sana vanished in an instant, leaving her standing there with a bemused expression. She chuckled to herself, knowing that once Sana had set her mind to something, there was no stopping her.

Tzuyu returned to the flower shop and busied herself with preparing the cash register, deftly pressing buttons and adding some money to it. As she worked, she heard Sana's cheerful greeting from the doorway, accompanied by the sound of her partner trailing behind, still half-asleep.

"Tzuyu!" Sana exclaimed, her voice bubbling with energy as she entered the shop, a lunchbox in hand. Her partner followed, rubbing their eyes and yawning, clearly not quite as awake as Sana.

"I didn't need breakfast, I had my lunch already," Tzuyu said with a chuckle, still accepting the breakfast from Sana's hands. Sana shrugged nonchalantly, her bright smile unwavering as she went around the counter to give Tzuyu a big hug. It was as if it was the first time seeing her in weeks, even though they had worked together just yesterday.

Tzuyu returned the hug warmly, feeling the genuine affection in Sana's embrace.

"You need to eat, Tzu," Sana semi-fake scolded, hugging her tighter until Tzuyu couldn't breathe. Tzuyu laughed, trying to wriggle free from Sana's tight embrace.

"Okay, okay, I'll eat," Tzuyu managed to gasp out between giggles, playfully pushing Sana away. "But next time, go easy on the hugs, will you?"

Sana grinned mischievously, releasing Tzuyu from her grasp. "No promises!" she teased, her laughter echoing through the flower shop.

Tzuyu leaned on the counter and sighed happily, feeling the warmth of the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. She glanced over at Sana's partner, who still seemed half-asleep, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Why is your partner here when they clearly want to be in bed still?" Tzuyu asked with a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow at Sana.

Sana chuckled, shaking her head. "They insisted on tagging along after I mentioned I was coming to see you. Can't resist your charm, I suppose," she replied, going back to her partner and nudging them gently with her elbow.

"But no, seriously," Sana interjected, her expression turning sincere. "We were planning to go on a morning walk, but we wanted to let you know that we'll help you for tonight's round."

Tzuyu shook her head with a smile. "No need, I can handle it alone. Besides, you're both off on weekends, remember?"

Sana and her partner exchanged a glance, understanding Tzuyu's insistence but still wanting to offer their assistance.

"We know, but we enjoy helping out," Sana replied. "And it's not like we have anything urgent planned for today anyway."

Tzuyu considered their words for a moment before relenting. "Alright, you two win," she said with a laugh. "But only if you promise to relax and enjoy the rest of your evening after this."

"No promises!"

"Sana!"

~~~

As closing time approached, Tzuyu smiled contentedly as she placed the unsold flowers in the cart, proud of the bouquets she had meticulously crafted throughout the day. Each arrangement was a labor of love, a symphony of colors and scents designed to brighten someone's day. Something about the thought of someone enjoying her floral art made her heart melt with joy and satisfaction.

Placing the last flower in the cart, Tzuyu noticed from the corner of her eye Sana and her partner approaching the store, hand in hand and giggling at each other. They seemed so happy, the way Sana was always smiling as bright as the sun, lavishing affection onto her partner... Tzuyu couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing as she watched the gentle kiss the partner gave to Sana’s forehead.

"Tzuyu!" Sana exclaimed for the umpteenth time that day as she swung open the door of the shop, the wind chime signaling her entry. "Ready to give away the flowers?" Sana asked, holding her partner's hand and bringing them closer to her, hugging their waist.

Tzuyu nodded and let her lover grab the cart, pushing it out of the store. She locked the door behind and began her stroll with them, excited to give away the last flowers of the day to passersby and neighbors.

They encountered various familiar faces on their stroll. They handed out flowers to people returning home from work, bringing smiles to tired faces and warmth to familiar hearts. Among them was the old couple from the restaurant down the street, who had always welcomed them with open arms and kind words.

As they exchanged with the elderly couple, Tzuyu couldn’t help but admire the enduring love and companionship between them. The way they looked at each other with affection and shared a gentle touch spoke volumes of the bond they shared after so many years together. It was a reminder of the beauty and magic of love, both young and old.

They kept walking and they reached the apartment building a few blocks away, where a "For Sale" sign had recently been replaced with a "Sold" one, indicating new residents.

Sana knocked on the door cheerfully, her partner standing by her side. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a figure framed in the warm glow of the hallway light. Tzuyu's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the person who stood before her – a captivating smile playing on their lips, eyes sparkling with curiosity and kindness.

"Hello, we're your neighbors from down the street," Sana greeted warmly, holding out a bouquet of flowers. "Welcome to the neighborhood!"

Tzuyu's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the newcomer. Time seemed to stand still as she took in their captivating smile, the way their eyes sparkled with genuine warmth and kindness. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them in that moment.

"Hello," you replied, your voice soft and melodious, sending a shiver down Tzuyu's spine. "Thank you so much for the warm welcome. I'm Y/N."

Tzuyu felt her cheeks flush as she returned the greeting, her heart pounding with an intensity she had never felt before. "I-I'm Tzuyu," she stammered, momentarily lost for words under your enchanting gaze.

Sana nudged Tzuyu gently, breaking her out of her reverie. "We brought you some flowers to brighten up your new home," she said with a warm smile, bringing the bouquet closer to you.

Your eyes lit up with delight as you accepted the flowers, you gratitude evident in every word of thanks you uttered.

"We pass by every Saturday to give away the extra flowers that were left untouched, so be prepared for a delivery, from Tzuyu," Sana says, accentuating her name as she bows gracefully.

Tzuyu feels her cheeks flush at Sana's playful emphasis, grateful for her friend's support and encouragement. She can't help but steal a glance at you, hoping to catch a glimpse of your reaction. As your eyes meet, Tzuyu offers a shy smile, her heart racing.

"I can't wait to have beautiful flowers in my home every week," you say, bowing back and smiling warmly at Tzuyu.

She feels her heart swell with joy at your response, her smile widening until her dimples are showing. "I'll make sure to pick out the best ones for you," she replies, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

Gosh... You're the prettiest flower.

Tzuyu had never been one to eagerly anticipate going home after work. She cherished her time at the flower shop so much that the thought of leaving was often bittersweet. But after meeting you... She had never wanted to clock out so badly before. Every day, she found herself counting down the minutes until closing time, her heart racing with excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

Tzuyu found herself taking the quickest route on her bike, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as she passed by your place. She would pedal a little faster, her heart racing with anticipation, as she approached the familiar building where you lived. Sometimes she would slow down, pretending to adjust something on her bike just to linger a little longer, hoping that you would appear at the window or step outside.

But it wasn't just the daily bike rides that occupied Tzuyu's thoughts. Every morning, before opening the flower shop, she would carefully select the healthiest and prettiest flowers from the inventory and leave them at your doorstep, disregarding the Saturday giveaway rule altogether. It didn't matter to her that it was against the usual routine; all she cared about was brightening your day with a small gesture of love and affection.

And though she never expected anything in return, Tzuyu couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her chest every time she imagined your reaction upon finding the flowers. It was a small, simple joy that brought her immense happiness, knowing that she was making a difference in your life, one flower at a time.

~~~

"Tzuyu is in loooveeee," Sana sings, a playful lilt to her voice, as she locks the door behind herself and Tzuyu, closing up the flower shop for the day. A small breeze sweeps by, causing Tzuyu to shiver involuntarily. Without hesitation, Sana reaches for her scarf and gently wraps it around Tzuyu's neck, offering warmth and comfort.

Tzuyu feels her cheeks flush at Sana's teasing remark, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of you. "Oh, hush," she mumbles shyly behind the scarf, her voice barely audible.

Sana grins mischievously, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Tzuyu. It's written all over your face," she says, nudging her playfully.

Tzuyu's cheeks grow even warmer at Sana's observation, but she can't help but smile. Despite her shyness, she feels a sense of happiness bubbling up inside her, knowing that her feelings for you are no longer a secret. With Sana's support and encouragement, she feels more confident than ever to embrace this newfound love and all the adventures that come with it.

As they walk side by side, Sana accompanies Tzuyu for a short while, matching her stride as Tzuyu walks with her bicycle beside her. Tzuyu's helmet sits crookedly on her head, not properly attached but serving as a charming accessory nonetheless.

When they reach a quieter stretch of the road, Tzuyu finally musters up the courage to ask, "How did you know?"

Sana grins mischievously, glancing sideways at Tzuyu. "Oh, I have my ways," she says cryptically before letting out a playful laugh.

Tzuyu raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Seriously, though. How?"

Sana chuckles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, let's just say I noticed a few missing flowers in the inventory," she admits, her tone teasing. "And when I put two and two together, it wasn't hard to figure out."

Tzuyu's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she can't help but smile at Sana's astuteness. "I guess I'm not as subtle as I thought," she says sheepishly.

Sana nudges her playfully. "Don't worry, Tzuyu. Your secret's safe with me," she says, her tone turning more serious. "But you know, if you're serious about Y/N, you might want to consider making them work on weekends too. You know, in exchange for all those missing flowers," she adds with a wink, her tone laced with humor.

Tzuyu rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, yeah. I'll keep that in mind," she says, her heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with you, both at work and outside of it.

"Tzuyu!" She freezes at the sound of the voice, her heart pounding in her chest. She refuses to turn around, a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension swirling inside her. When she realizes her entourage, she glances at Sana, who stands beside her with a proud expression, shrugging as if to say, "Yep, I did it."

Tzuyu's eyes widen in disbelief. There's no way Sana just set her up like this. She feels a mixture of gratitude and annoyance towards her friend, unsure whether to thank her for her boldness or scold her for meddling in her personal life. But deep down, Tzuyu knows that Sana only has her best interests at heart, even if her methods are sometimes unconventional.

Taking a deep breath, Tzuyu finally turns around to face the source of the voice, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but her heart filled with a newfound sense of courage.

"Y/n," Tzuyu breathes, feeling her cheeks flush with warmth as she removes her helmet, her heart pounding in her chest.

Sana chuckles mischievously, shooting Tzuyu a knowing look. "I'll let you both be," she says with the most devilish smile, her tone playful as she winks at Tzuyu. "My love is waiting for me for dinner."

Tzuyu can't help but roll her eyes at Sana's teasing, but she feels a surge of gratitude towards her friend for giving her the push she needed. With a nod of appreciation, she watches as Sana walks away, leaving her alone with you, your shared laughter echoing in the air.

As she stands before you, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation, she can't help but notice the soft blush that colors your cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes. It's a look that Tzuyu has come to recognize all too well – one of affection and admiration, one she has seen countless times between Sana and her partner.

You feel it too.

Feeling a surge of courage, she takes a step closer to you, her own cheeks flushed with warmth.

"Tzuyu," you begin, your voice gentle and warm, "I want you to know that I've noticed the flowers you've been leaving at my doorstep. And... well, they've meant the world to me."

Tzuyu's breath catches in her throat at your confession, her heart soaring with hope and joy. "Really?" she whispers, unable to conceal the hopefulness in her voice.

You nod, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Yes, really," you reply gently. "You have a way of brightening up even the darkest days, Tzuyu. And I... I really appreciate it.

A bashful smile graces your lips, and you reach into your pocket, pulling out a single dandelion. "I'm sorry, Tzuyu," you say softly, your voice tinged with self-doubt. "I know it's not as beautiful as the flowers you give me. Dandelions are just weeds, and they're pretty useless..."

But before you can finish your sentence, Tzuyu cuts you off with a gentle peck on the cheek, causing you to freeze in surprise. A radiant smile spreads across your face, her eyes shining with happiness as bright as the sun.

Tzuyu takes the dandelion from your hand, her heart swelling with affection. "Thank you for the flower, y/n," she says sincerely, her voice filled with warmth. "I'll cherish it just as much as any other flower."

"And you know," Tzuyu adds, a playful twinkle in her eyes as she grabs your hand and caresses it tenderly, "you might have to work on weekends with me. Sana might've noticed the missing flowers."

You chuckle softly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "And it's my fault?" you tease, raising an eyebrow in mock innocence.

Tzuyu groans playfully and bites her lip. "I'll repay you with cute dates?" she offers, her voice laced with mischief.

You pretend to consider her proposition for a moment before grinning. "Deal," you say, sealing your agreement with a tender kiss to her dimpled cheek.

(Sana screeches with delight from behind a nearby bush, pulling on her partner's arm eagerly. "This is so much better than dinner! God, I love love," she exclaims, her voice filled with glee before stealing a quick kiss to her lover's lips)

And flowers still went missing many days after that.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

I want to request Xavier Thorpe teaching fem reader how to paint like him being patient with her and guiding her hands and stuff in his shed just pure fluff

Thank you for the request nonnie. This was so much fun to write!<3

This is why we are here

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

synopsis: Your boyfirend decides it is time to take you on a date to his shed, where he teaches you how to paint.

warnings: pure self-indulgent fluff

word count: 0.6k

“Oh my god this looks terrible. Please, don´t look at it.” You declare with a laugh. Trying to shield your painting from Xavier´s view.

“Oh, come on. It can´t possibly be that bad. Let me see.” He had invited you to his shed with the offer of giving you art lessons. Something you desperately needed as it turned out.

“No! I swear, it will insult every artist and painting that has or will ever exist.” You try to hold your ground against him, but Xavier is much taller than you and even though he doesn´t look like it he is very strong.

“Oh…” He murmurs as he sees what you have created. “I mean it´s not all that bad…”

It is almost tangible how hard he tries to find anything good to say about the painting.

“We both know it is.” You muse and smile at him. “Painting just isn´t my strongest choice of art.”

“That´s why we are here. Let me show you.” He puts a new canvas on the easel and stands behind you. Taking your hand that holds the brush inside his own gentle grip and guides your motions.

You let him guide you, breath catching in your throat from the close proximity the two of you are in.

“There, you see? You´re almost a natural already.” He murmurs, but feeling his hot breath tickle the side of your neck distracts you.

“Only because the most talented artist I know is helping me.” You look back at him, the corners of your lips tug upwards, despite the rest of your face still sporting a concentrated expression.

“I thought I was the only artist you know.” The brush moves over the canvas with so much ease.

“Hm, you are, but still. Then again, you are my favorite person so I might be biased.” Your head turns back towards the canvas, when you feel Xaviers hand lets go of yours to pull you a step back by the shoulders.

“Now look at that.” He whispers in your ear.

What the two of you, or rather he, have painted  is one of the most beautiful paintings you have ever seen of yourself.

“Oh, Xavi…” You  marvel at the canvas for a moment longer, before you turn fully towards him.

Giving him the softest kiss the two of you have ever shared. The touch of his lips on yours barely felt and yet the moment was so intense and intimate. You rest your forehead against his chest and sigh after the two of you part again.

One of his hand finds its way under your chin to make you look back up at him. Not wanting the eye contact to break yet. But as your eyes wander up his chest you see that you still held the brush in your hand, which now rested on his shirt. Great.

“Um, Xavier…” You say slowly.

“Hm?” He sounds like he still is in his own little world with you until his eyes land on the splash of paint. “Oh.”

“Do you have wet wipes or something around here?” You look around to find something to clean him up with.

“Nope, but I know how to fix this.” A mischievous smile splits his mouth and before you can react Xavier  grabs his own brush and swipes it across the length of the front of your shirt.

You yelp sharply and stumble backwards. “What… Oh, alright. Now you are asking for it.”

What breaks out between the two of you is a full on paint war that lasts until you are barely able to breath from laughter and the original color of your shirts is only discernible in a few small spots.

This was definitely one of the most fun dates the two of you had.

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Chapter 1 - Dream a Little Dream of Me

Y/N has nightmares of a winged man haunting her dreams. When her dreams become reality, her world changes completely.

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The sound of wings rustling, knife slashing, and faded screams echo all around. The stink of metallic blood and rotting corpses burning my nose. I’m choking on the thick air, and it feels like my chest is caving in as my breathing gets shallower by the second. There's blood everywhere. My eyes widen as my gaze falls on the mangled corpses upon the forest floor, each one twisted and bent in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Rays of moonlight pours through the trees, dancing across their mangled remains like some twisted classical painting.

I sink to the damp forest floor. There’s no escape.

In the blink of an eye, a large ominous figure towers over my shaking form. His short dirty blonde hair and strong hands are covered in fresh blood splatter and pieces of sliced flesh. His striking eyes glow a dark red, reflecting the color of blood painting every surface. But what I truly could not take my eyes off of is his large white wings that block out the view of everything around it. His intimidating wingspan wraps around us like a dark feathery blanket, reminiscent of a night sky with no stars.

        “I promise I will never let anyone hurt you, never let anyone come between us,” he says in a surprisingly soft voice. He flashes me a smile that’s intended to be comforting, but it comes out sick and twisted. He pulls me close and wraps his muscular arms around me, a low buzzing feeling humming between the two of us.

I can hear his heart beating in his chest, slow and steady, far too calm for a man that just slaughtered a dozen people with ease.

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        I bolt up out of bed, nearly falling off completely, but I catch myself at the last second. A cold sweat clings to my skin and the worn-out sheets, my breath coming in heavy and ragged. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamed of the winged man, in fact it seems to be the only consistent thing in my hectic life as of lately, but waking from the dreams never seems to get easier, always a struggle to shake the sinking feeling.

It takes a few moments to remember where I am, the crappy motel room I rented for the night, not so different from the countless other run-down motels I’ve stayed in across the Midwest, all with the same stingy smell.

Obnoxious yellow floral wallpaper lines the wall, caked with dirt and God knows what else that’s been accumulating for years. Ceilings spotted with black mold and blotchy water stains. An outdated box television plays the local infomercial about some miracle cleaning product, but it all sounds muffled and far away. The digital alarm clock on the bed stand reads 2:00 AM flashing in big red bulky numbers.

        Just a dream, I remind myself with a relieved sigh. I swing my feet out of bed, throwing on some jeans and my signature leather jacket, scuffed and torn in various places. I need some air. Just need to get out of here.

I recall the rundown bar I drove by just down the street. It’s a good way to kill some time. Plus, I could really use a drink right now. The bitter taste of alcohol is the only relief I get from these nightmares that torment me at night and haunt me during the day.

The cold air bites at my skin, but it’s surprisingly pleasant, grounding me back into reality and away from the painful dreams. It's the twelfth dream I’ve had this month and they only seem to be getting more intense, more real. They always end with the same winged figure. The same demonic, yet charming smile. No matter what I do, I just can’t seem to shake that haunting face.

        Entering the bar, it’s nearly empty with a few patrons here and there. Most of them are older men wearing bulky leather jackets, a bit rough around the edges, perhaps a local biker gang. Some of them playing pool, others chatting about their glory days over a bottle of beer. The sound of the jukebox in the corner playing the best of eighties rock drowns out their conversations. It's apparent there’s not much of a buzz going on, unlike most bars at this hour.

The voices and music around me fades to background noise, it feels as if the rest of the world has disappeared, that I'm the only one left on this miserable planet.

I slide into a worn bar stool that’s certainly seen better days, taking off my worn leather jacket and placing it on the sticky wooden bar. I sigh and halfheartedly raise my hand to get the bartender's attention.

“What can I get you, hun?” A nice older lady asks, shining a glass behind the bar.

“Just a whiskey please. Jack Daniels if you got it,” I give her a weak smile, trying to blink the tiredness out of my eyes.

She nods and pours me a generous amount of light amber whiskey in a fancy glass, sliding it over to me.

I take a swig, the warm liquid slides down my throat with a pleasant burn, already giving me a sense of calm. These days, whiskey has been my best friend and I’m okay with that. People just disappoint you.

“Make it two.” A large figure takes the seat next to me.

My body stiffens. I recognize that voice from somewhere. I slowly turn to face him and see him staring back at me with those intense red eyes and intimidating wings that I’ve come to know all too well. My stomach drops. It's the man from my dreams. I freeze, my body going into fight or flight mode. In a matter of seconds, I decided to take my chances running. I leave my drink and jacket behind, making a beeline to the door, slamming it closed behind me, giving me any sort of advantage to get away.

He doesn’t follow, but that doesn’t stop me. I run and run and run until I physically can't anymore.

The streetlamps and apartment buildings around me turn into a blur and my head starts to feel dizzy. The world spins around me, clouding my vision. The cold air feels like it's burning my lungs as I struggle to gather oxygen. My legs feel like jello, ready to give out any second. I’ve lost track of how long I've been running, maybe minutes? Maybe hours? Everything in me is begging myself to keep running but I physically can’t force myself go on any further.

I tuck myself into an alley, leaning against the ragged brick wall that painfully digs into my back, yet it barely registers in my brain. My heart feels like it’s pounding out of my chest. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath.

God, please let this be another bad dream.

“I was going to pay for your drink, and you just ditch me like that? Rude.” The man scoffs.

My eyes shoot open to see the man from my dreams less than a foot away, arms crossed, looking nonchalant as ever. My blood turns cold.

How is that possible? He couldn't possibly have run that fast!

A knot twists in my stomach. Deep down I know. This man is not human, and he certainly does not have good intentions.

“L-leave me alone!” I try to sound brave, but my words come out a sloppy stutter. I hold my arm out in front of me, as if that will deter him in any way. Stupid. This intimidation tactic is clearly not working.

“Oh, don't be so dramatic Y/N.” He rolls his eyes, then presses a gentle finger to my forehead.

The world goes black.

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Adoption Application Received

Name - Pepper @peppers-premier-ball

Age - 21

Region and city/route or a detailed description of the climate you live in - Wedgehurst in Galar (it rains a lot)

Home size, including property - I'd say its pretty big compared to most of the region but average in the town, but half of the lower level is used for my bakery, so I don't think that part counts, so 4 rooms on upper level, large living room on lower (and the bakery). hedged back yard, average sized with some berry trees :]

List any other humans or Pokémon living with you and their relation to you - none!

How many hours per week do you spend away from home at school/work? - I work from home ^_^

Allergies or aversions? - Slime, a lot of drooling, heavy shedding (sorry that its specific, I just need something that won't absolutely tank my shop's 5 Starmie hygiene rating!)

Tell me a little about yourself. What are your goals with your new partner? What kind of person are you? Is there anything else you think I should know about you? - Honestly I'd just like to have a Pokémon around, but I don't have any experience with them, which is why I wanted to ask someone for advice on any possible adoption! I'd like something to sit with after a long day and go on walks with, those sorts of things! but also a Pokémon that would know when I'm working and would be ok with watching some Pokévision for an hour or two while I'm working on a big order! I work as a baker, so I'm very hesitant to adopt a Pokémon that may cause customers to get sick, like poison types and grass types with poisonous spores, but I don't think it'd be too much of a problem if we found a way to keep it under control! I have been attacked by Pokémon a few times and it wasn't fun, so I'd like a Pokémon that wouldn't get mad easily, and wouldn't try to scare me or pretend to attack, but may still be able to stop new trainers from raiding my shop when I'm out getting berries.

"Thank you for your patience while I find you some suitable partners to meet! Why don't you follow me this way to meet them."

Ellisa led the way to a meeting room in the main building with a glass wall facing the garden. The floor was concrete for ease of cleaning, however there were plenty of plush rugs for comfort, as well as a few bean bag chairs, a recliner, and a small table with a few Pokémon toys. Waiting in the room were three Pokémon.

"First up, I would like you to meet Nacli! This poor little guy came from a shiny mill. The breeders were obviously inexperienced, otherwise they would have known that a pink color variation is far more rare than a shiny. The color comes from a high presence of iron in his mineral body, making his salt particularly nutritious.

Next up is this Swadloon. Her mother passed during the Shadow Sky last year, forcing her to evolve too soon in order to protect her siblings. She's stayed here a while to catch up on lost time, and is now ready for a permanent home. She's small for a Swadloon, but with time she should grow, and should she decide to evolve again later on she may grow to balance out. She is also a little shy, but very protective of those that she cares about.

Finally I have this very cute Litwick! They're a lavender variant, and very timid about their flame. They will do well in a bakery environment with their steady, cool-headed nature, able to feed off of and lower your stress during busy times. Their last partner unfortunately developed an allergy to lavender and was forced to put them up for adoption."

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Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Pt. 3)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

This one took me awhile to write bcs I was thinking about all the possibilities….. 🥹 I think i’m okay with how this one turned out… I promise the baby will become relevant 🗣️ (next part, trust)

word count: guys next part i’ll add a word count i promise…

not proofread 🫢 just pretend my mistakes aren’t present 😋

TW: Alcohol mention

You try to get up out of bed but there’s a weight on you. Opening your eyes you’re met with the sight of Kazuha, he’s resting on you so peacefully. It totally contradicts his actions from before. He’s holding onto you as if you were about to disappear. Trying to recall why he was here causes your mind to feel numb but also ache.

Once you realize your position your heart starts beating faster and faster. Was he gonna keep you inside by force? Or was he gonna just get up and leave? That’s something he’s good at doing… But from what you know he probably won’t wanna let you go so soon… Should you kick and scream your way out? Hmm… It wouldn’t be too ideal to run out of your house buttass naked either… If you had to you would. Or… You could try and manipulate Kazuha into thinking you’re willing to accept him as he is and coax him into letting you outside even for a second before bolting to one of your acquainted neighbors' homes. Surely they’ll understand and let you in, that is if you can make it to them before he catches up with you. You know for a fact the door is unlocked since he’s been glued to you ever since he broke in.

Going through with this plan meant you would learn shame and humiliation but if it meant getting your freedom back and possibly this creep locked up, you knew you could do it. You had to.

Hands snake up into his cream-colored hair, gently massaging circles into his scalp. He returns the favor, arms with slight a bulk hug around your waist, his head lays on your chest, “You’re up.” You want to push him away and curl up into a ball but you know in order for your plan to work you’ll need to be open with him. “I’m sorry about earlier, maybe I was overreacting… Will you forgive me?” eyebrows furrow with deceptive guilt as you pout ever so slightly. Pulling him into a hug you can feel him smile into your neck, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” If only you could truly be clean of his touch, at first you treasured it but now it’s something you want to run from. “I’ll go get the warm water started, wait here.” After placing a small kiss on your cheeks he leaves your room, leaving the door open so he can keep an eye on you.

You take this chance to grab your phone and message Scara since he’s the only one who understands the situation to some extent-

“He got me. send help.” Alongside the message you send your address, someone will surely come help this time.

You shove the phone into a pillowcase and leave it on the floor. Rushing to lay back down and act like nothing happened Kazuha walks back into the room before scooping you up with ease (no matter your size) and is carrying you to the bathroom.

Holding a clear glass of what looks to be water? He nudges it against your lips implying for you to open. Hesitantly parting your lips you slowly gulp down the liquids. Once it passes your throat you’re coughing it up, it was alcohol. Instinctively your face scrunches up and you fear the worst for your baby, you’d rather consume no alcohol during your time but unfortunately, you weren’t able to do so. Kazuha on the other hand is laughing at the way you choke and cough it up, he takes a swig of it before he kisses you, forcing more down your throat. “We drank that the night we met, don’t you remember? Actually, probably not. It’s pretty strong,”

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Scaramouche had been napping lightly on his uncomfortable bed. He shoots up immediately when his phone goes off, blurry eyes scan through the short message, and he’s immediately calling the authorities. Much to his surprise, they called him to the station that wasn’t too far. They wanted to see the message to make sure it wasn’t some cruel joke. Running as fast as his legs would take him he finally arrived at the police station clutching his phone in hand. Quickly pulling up the message he shows them it, immediately they realize they got a call from the same number a while ago they decide it’s worth investigating.

Someone at the front desk tries to calm him down and assure him you’ll be okay but he’s more angry at himself. He should’ve just stayed with you, even if it meant Kazuha would be upset with him, not like it meant much to him anyway. After a few minutes of beating himself up an image of you flashes in his mind calming him down.

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You can’t really remember much but all of a sudden you’re in a beautiful dress, your makeup is done slightly, and your hair is awfully soft from being brushed. Pacing around the living room you’re hiccuping every couple of minutes and your face feels hot. Every time you try to form a coherent thought it feels like it’s being melted away by something invisible. Suddenly your hand is clasped by a large one, it strokes your thumb and gives your own an affirming squeeze. He holds onto your shoulder and you both start to sway to the soft music in the background. Laying your head on his chest with a gentle smile you hold onto him dearly as his hand snakes around your waist as he spins you around before dipping in for a kiss. Upon release, you smile happily as giggles erupt from your chest. Everything feels so wrong but you can’t seem to distinguish the fact that it’s wrong.

There’s a loud bang on the door that causes you to hold your head. Something about it is familiar. He lays you on the couch and places a blanket over you to keep you warm from the cold outside air.

To his surprise it was two policemen, they tried poking their heads inside but were stopped by Kazuha shifting his body.

“Can I help you?” he asked so innocently. “We received a report of domestic violence and we just wanted to confirm everything was alright.”

“Is that so… Well, my niece did accidentally call the authorities. Although me and my girlfriend have been drinking, perhaps we were being too loud-“

“We would like to come in and inspect the house.” without warning they push him aside and immediately they are met with a wasted you.

“Kazu~ You didn’f tell me you w-hic were inviting people over!” Lazily throwing the blanket off of you and attempt to stand but immediately fall back onto the couch. “Mmm sorry, can’t seem to hic- stand..”

“How much have you been drinking?” one of the cops asked flatly. “Mmm not mmmuch- hic” your words slurred. “Would you happen to have your phone on you?” he seemed fed up with your drunken behavior. “I don’t… I don’t know where it’s a-at…” a sudden wave of sleepiness crashed over you, you stretched out your limbs before curling into the blanket. Once you sober up you’re going to regret your actions.

“Well, she’s out cold.” Kazuha rubbed the back of his neck before apologizing quietly to the officers. Before they left they wanted to inspect the house quickly, so he showed them around, in the bedrooms, bathrooms, backyard, and kitchen. They seemed impressed with how nice the house was and with Kazuha’s smooth talking they were out just as quick as they came in. Once again, he apologized for the inconvenience and wished them a good night.

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Once the cops return they tell him the situation and he probably misunderstood it. Scara is a mess inside his head. Guess you really can’t rely on cops to do anything, huh. He needed to get to you and confirm you’re safe and sound if he didn’t want you around someone like Kazuha at first- he most definitely doesn’t want you around him now. It’s already late and if those cops were telling the truth, which he doesn’t see why they would lie, you’d probably be sleeping. (Hopefully not comfortably in Kazuha’s arms) Huffing out a sigh he walks back home. Even though you officially just met he’s fallen so hard for you, this wouldn’t be the first time.

You don’t remember since it was so long ago but you both used to be childhood friends. Both of your parents were always busy with work-related stuff and it was too easy to leave you both at a daycare. At first, you didn’t get along, both of you would argue about which color was better, which fruit, who had a better imaginary friend, and the list goes on... Over time you both learned to agree with one another and eventually, you started sharing things. The staff were always amazed at how you both went from disliking each other to practically being glued to each other. After some time your mother decided to quit her job so you wouldn’t feel alone so she pulled you out from daycare. This had Scaramouche confused and hurt. Did you dislike him? Had he done something wrong? Maybe he was being mean and didn’t notice. Ever since you left the staff noticed how he played by himself in the corner often with a scowl on his face. It felt like a part of him was missing.

Once again, both of you are now in middle school. Immediately he recognized you but held his tongue. Your seat was in front of his for art class but you never seemed to talk to anyone other than your friends. He wanted so bad to talk to you but could never build up the courage. Throughout the whole year you never once spoke to each other, he took it pretty hard… After all that time, you’re still upset with him.

The final time you see him is in high school, you’re both sophomores. You had dropped something in the hallway outside of your homeroom, a very fancy mechanical pen, to be exact. Scaramouche didn’t grow up poor but he wasn’t too fond of asking for specific things because he didn’t want his mom to think he was interested in it and end up buying him boxes of said things. It immediately caught his eye, he looked around before he went down to snatch it. His face went cold with fear when someone else’s hand bumped into his. Usually, he was careful with these things yet this time he would surely get caught. Immediately he played it off with an awkward laugh before pulling away, yet his heart skipped a beat when he was met with familiar e/c orbs staring back at him. It’s not awkward at all, staring into each other’s eyes it looks like you both long to say something but it’s immediately cut short when both of your friends approach from behind.

“Hey Y/n, what’s taking you so long- is this guy tryna steal from you- Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll make sure he never tries to steal from others again-!”Breaking the longing stares you turn around to call down your Oni friend Itto. “Woah woah- Calm down Itto- Nobody is trying to steal anything from anyone- Kokomi come get him, please.” She yanked him by the back of his jacket, trying to ease the situation by removing him.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should pick on someone your own size, buddy.” Replied a certain ginger who looked like he was already throwing off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“For goodness sake- we’re going to be late. Let’s go!” The tall blond lady replied in annoyance, she’s pinching the bridge of her nose.

Scaramouche awkwardly picks up the pencil before handing it back to you. After that, he just removes himself from the situation.

Childe is yanking Itto’s longer hair, in return Itto has his larger hand on Childe’s face, and both look ready to take a swing at each other. A small crowd has formed around them both. Signora simply grabs Childe by the scruff of his shirt before dragging him away. “You’re making a scene, ugh. All over one measly pen. Pathetic, both of you.” Signora’s scoldings were always hard and cold. “It doesn’t matter I already returned it-“ “Oh? Who knew you had a heart! I’m sure that girl is practically head over heels for you now.” She spat coldly as she navigated both of them through the crowd of people who gathered to watch the brawl, halfway through she dropped Childe, “Ow- thought I was getting a free ride to class, guess not.” “As if, I just got my nails done. Now on your feet.” Scaramouche laughed at their interactions, he knew some people might view them as cold and scary but to him they were his friends. “What are you laughing at, it’s creeping me out.” Signora feigned a disgusted voice but she was also smiling. “Oh, nothing. Let’s get to class, Teach is probably mad that we’re late.”

Meanwhile back at your group Kokomi is scolding Itto in a mean voice, the next second she’s apologizing to the teacher in a calm and collected voice. Itto doesn’t really care he’s more upset that someone tried stealing from his friend. He immediately stands straight when he hears Shinobu’s cold voiced ask what all the commotion was. He should probably run…

You, on the other hand, are fiddling with the pen. Have you met that person before? He looked like he knew you and wanted to say something.

Originally you wanted to thank him (even though he was trying to steal your expensive pen…) as an excuse to talk to him and get to know him but… he always seemed to be surrounded by his large group of friends. You knew they wouldn’t let you talk to him alone either... As much as it bothered you, you let bygones be bygones.

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By the time he’s done thinking about he’s already home. So surely, getting some rest will make some of the stress go away, right?

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When you open your eyes your head pounds and aches into your skull. What happened? Something about this feels familiar. You should feel sad and alone but the warmth behind you proves otherwise. Blinking a few times you try and figure out your best move. Should you just get up or should you try and coax him to get up with you? What did it matter? He’s holding you captive in your own home. The doors are probably locked anyways… Thoughts freeze in place when you feel warm kisses placed on the nape of your neck.

“Good morning, beautiful.” his voice is raspy, laced with sleepiness. If the circumstances were different you would probably be kissing him from how sexy he sounded. Luckily? Unfortunately? The circumstances are waaayyy different.

Curling up into a ball you let out small painful whimpers while holding onto your head. You always had the worst hangovers when you didn’t have something to worry or be sad about in the morning. Odd… This is something you should be worried about but… you can’t help but feel yourself play the part too well. Maybe it’s the numbing fear getting to your head, hmm…

Once again he’s bathing you and dressing you like his own personal doll. “Today, I was thinking we could go get you some new clothes. Your life will be changing from now on, so you’re gonna need a new, and cuter, wardrobe! No offense but I noticed you've gained some weight since we last spent the night together. Don't worry though, I think it's cute!” a smile crept up on his face as he brushed your hair before placing cute hairpins in it. Fighting the urge to tell him off how you didn’t want to wear whatever he had planned for you and that he should go find someone else, you hold your tongue back, painfully. Instead, you reply with a hum and nod. Your hand laid over your stomach, for the sake of your baby, you're going to get out of this situation no matter what.

Guiding you to his fancy and expensive car he, like the gentleman he is, opens the door for you and buckles you in. Immediately you notice the harsh perfume smell and spot fake eyelashes, sealed condoms, and a very certain tone of blue hair on the floor of the car. Just seeing the hair strand made you feel upset at Kazuha, surely Ayaka’s brother would beat the shit out of him if he knew he wasn’t loyal to his younger sister and that one day he may break her heart. You felt bad for all the girls he’s treated badly in his life, what brought him to the point where he felt the need to treat such amazing women so badly? Not dwelling on the thought too much because you’ll make yourself sad, you look forward at all the passing cars and people.

If only they knew you were being held captive. Not for long though, a certain Scaramouche is currently deciding his best move to get you away from Kazuha’s tight grasp.

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The Labyrinth

I was just sitting there, minding my own business and eating some popcorn when this came and clocked me over the head. The basic idea for this was that a very easy parallel could be made between Techno and the Minotaur, but I also refuse angst on this fine day so I made Tommy Aridane. Kind of.

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He stares up at the shelf. The books on there are juuuust out of his reach and there are ones on the lower shelves, but he's already looked through all of those ones. He wants to have something new and Tommy's been gone for longer than he expected so he can't feasibly ask to have one or two pulled down for him. Plus he got bored of the toys quickly. Tommy not being there to play with him really makes the adventures boring.

He tilts his head, judging the height. He might be able to jump for one of the shorter books, but the couple he can tell are shorter are also closer to the wall. There really needs to be a way to grab these things. Tommy's shorter than the highest shelves, but he knows that Tommy's able to get things down from them.

His fingers barely brush the spines of a few of the books, not able to actually grab any part of them by the time he's fallen back to the ground. He pouts at it. This isn't fair! Tommy said he's be back before he got too bored and he's already played as much as he wanted, taken a nap, and gone through all the books twice! Tommy should be back by now so they can do something together. Even if it's going into the other rooms and cleaning up the floaty things that make him sneeze, it would be something.

The books on the lower shelf taunt him. Their colorful promises of entertainment lies as all of their words and images instantly pop into his head fresher than his memory of being woken up by Tommy for breakfast.

Something shifts, his ear pricking up as he spins to the door. That's Tommy! He's back!

He runs to the door, scrabbling for the handle to push it open and shove his head out into the hall. Tommy said to stay in the room and he is, but he wants to see his brother as soon as possible after however long it's been since he left.

It doesn't take long for Tommy to turn one of the corners, a bright grin spreading across his face as he opens his arms and he runs out the door, jumping at Tommy's chest and clinging as he's picked up. Tommy's making soothing sounds. Croons that ease the tension he hadn't noticed as he responds with a vibrating purr. Fingers are running over his head, nails scratching lightly around his ears with each pass. It's perfect. Wonderful. He never wants this to end even though Tommy insists that at some point he'll get too big to cling like he is now.

Tommy starts moving, turning away from the room he'd been in all day and he hopes they're going to the nest room. It'd be nice to curl up under their sheets and listen to Tommy tell a story over a floating , shifting light.

Only, he smells the eating room instead of the comfort of their nest and that would be okay. Tommy made sure he had breakfast when he woke up and food for the second meal, but he was gone a lot longer than he said he would be. It makes sense that Tommy would want to make sure he eats before sleep. But, there's a strange smell that's growing stronger and stronger with every step Tommy takes. Tommy always tells him to avoid anything that might be strange. Sounds, smells, sights. He's supposed to avoid them and heading straight towards one is making his stomach knot.

Tommy's still making soft croons, more sounds than any kind of words, but there's no fear in it. Just comfort and the faint sourness that always clings underneath his scent.

He curls tighter in Tommy's arms, clutching at his clothes and tucking his face into the chest. Tommy's not worried about whatever they're approaching, but it's still making something inside of him want to hide. He hates it, but Tommy's never ever, ever put him in danger so he can deal with the strange smell for however long Tommy needs him to for food and a check up. He can be brave like the characters in the stories Tommy tells him.

"∴𝙹∴, ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ᔑ∷ᒷ ᓭᒲᔑꖎꖎ," a strange voice says and he freezes in Tommy's arms.

Maybe if he's perfectly still, whatever it is won't be able to see him.

"╎⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ᓭᓵᔑ∷ᒷ ⍑╎ᒲ, i ᔑᒲ ↸∷𝙹!¡ ||𝙹⚍ ╎リ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ↸ᒷᒷ!¡ ⚍リℸ ̣ ╎ꖎ i ∷ᒷᒲᒷᒲʖᒷ∷ ||𝙹⚍ ᔑ∷ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ," Tommy rumbles in warning, spitting the words out as they seem to hang in the air.

It's not aimed at him, hissed at the other thing in the room and he risks peaking up at Tommy. He has a scowl on his face, twisting the faint image into something he's seen make things start running away. It's never scared him, though. It only ever feels comforting to see and he turns his head slightly to see what Tommy's talking to.

Vaguely, it resembles Tommy. The same kind of build, two arms and legs, and fur that's only on the top of its head. But it's also different. Green and white where Tommy is browns, reds, and yellows. Its face is static. Not moving in any way where Tommy's is almost always changing.

It's weird and he's not sure why Tommy let it be here.

"⎓╎リᒷ, ⎓╎リᒷ. ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ, ∴⍑ᒷリ ||𝙹⚍ ᓭᔑ╎↸ ||𝙹⚍ ⍑ᔑ↸ ᔑ ⍑ᒷꖎꖎ ᓵ∷ᒷᔑℸ ̣ ⚍∷ᒷ ╎リ ||𝙹⚍∷ !¡⚍⨅⨅ꖎᒷ, i ∴ᔑᓭ ᓭᒷᒷ ᓭ𝙹ᒲᒷℸ ̣ ⍑╎リ⊣ ꖎᔑ∷⊣ᒷ," the strange voice says.

His ear twitches. It sounds like it's coming from the strange thing, but there wasn't any movement to show it speaking. Maybe it's like one of those creatures in Tommy's stories that can speak in your head?

Tommy grumbles, adjusting him before stepping towards the various storages and rummaging through it with one hand. He keeps staring at the other thing over Tommy's shoulder. It hasn't moved anything besides the white bit to follow them over here so it might not be planning to hurt them? But being watched by that blank face isn't helping the swooping inside of him so he ducks back down to hide in Tommy's chest as a pleased click comes out of Tommy's throat.

"Hey, little shoat," Tommy whispers, speaking in the words he can actually understand. "Think you're up for eating a bit? It's your favorite."

He shifts again, peaking at the bowl in Tommy's hand. There's a bunch of the delicious things that grow in the darker areas. The ones that had Tommy panicking and hovering the first time he ate some, asking if he was okay what felt like every couple seconds and refusing to put him down for a lot longer. He's still not sure why Tommy was so worried then and even now he tries to keep them out of his reach and hovers, but they are the best. He doesn't get why Tommy doesn't like them.

The bowl is clenched in one of his hands and against Tommy's chest as he looks over the offerings inside. They all smell delicious. Not musty in a bad way and he really, really wants to grab some right now, but that would require letting go of Tommy. Which is not going to happen while that other thing is still here.

A faint cough as Tommy sits down across from the thing and he shifts to better get at the bowl. The first one he grabs smushes between his teeth and he can't help the pleased sound at the flavor seeping over his tongue.

"Would it be better to talk like this?" that voice asks. He pauses in chewing the top of one to glance at the thing. It's slumped over the table, the white part resting on top of part of the green.

"Whatever," Tommy huffs, running fingers through his fur. "...It's better for him." The white thing tilts and Tommy rushes to continue, "Anyway, I just need some help. I've been doing all of this by ear and I've only recently felt comfortable leaving for a bit to hunt."

He's pretty sure Tommy's talking about how the other words used to make him cry in pain as they rang in the air, in his head. They sometimes still do, but it's gotten a lot easier to listen to even if he doesn't understand what they mean. No matter, the bowl of treats is far better to focus on and he keeps letting out pleased sounds as he keeps eating and Tommy and the thing talk above him.

Something thudding against the table drags him away from the bowl, blinking at the familiar shape resting in arms reach of him. The color is different, but its shape is similar to his treats and a sniff has his mouth watering around the one already in his mouth. It smells so much better than even the ones in the bowl and he's reaching for it before he realizes, forcing his hand to still and looking up at Tommy.

He gives a small chuff, wishing he could actually get the words out to ask if it's okay to eat the delicious smelling thing or not.

Luckily, Tommy always seems to figure out what he's trying to say, scratching at his scalp, "It's okay. You can have it."

Permission granted, he grabs at the thing on the table, stuffing it in his mouth as fast as possible. It tastes even better than it smells. Faintly smokey and warm along his tongue and throat and it has a crunch that the other treats he has don't, but is so very pleasing and he wishes there were more than the one as soon as he swallows the last of it. He nudges at Tommy's arm, snuffling for any more of them but he can't scent any beyond the fading scent of the one he got to eat.

"He seems to be a full-blood," the other voice muses. "How long has he been here, out of curiosity?"

Tommy sighs, pulling the half-eaten bowl out of his lap. He whines slightly, but his stomach is also content so he's not sure if he'd be able to eat more anyway.

"About five years. That's how many celebrations have been held since I found him at least."

"Hmm. I can start looking around for any who started bragging about getting an exotic. So many of them love extolling their 'feats' until they become a problem. Plus I can grab the things you'll need to start a farm."

Tommy shifts, arms tightening around him and he glances between the two of them. That didn't seem like a threat. Nothing like the couple of times when something managed to get to their living area and attack him, so why is Tommy tensing? Is a farm a bad thing? Or was it something else in what the voice said?

"That's fine," Tommy finally bites out. "Just don't tell any of the others, got it? Things are already bad enough."

The voice hums and he can see the thing pulling back and up. It's taller than Tommy, white part tilting side to side at them before the voice speaks again, "That I can agree with. Take care, ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷ !¡⚍⨅⨅ꖎᒷ ."

It walks away from the table and he can hear one of the doors he can't see breezing shut. He waits a moment in case it's coming back before looking up at Tommy. His eyes are closed and a sniff reveals that the sourness has grown a bit, but there's also tiredness and relief overpowering it. He shifts, planning to raise a hand to pat at his cheek only for Tommy's head to bend down and bump against his. He chuffs, squinting his eyes and pressing back against Tommy as he starts purring.

He's not sure how long they stay like that, but eventually Tommy pulls back, wrapping his arms around him again as he stands. He nuzzles closer into Tommy's chest, feeling the vibrations of his own purring as Tommy starts walking through the halls again. He's more tired than earlier. Warm and full and being held by Tommy and his eyes are getting hard to keep open so he stops trying.

There's murmuring words washing over him and fingers rubbing against his back dragging him further and further into sleep, but he fights for the last few steps. He wants to be awake when they get to the nest at least. Tommy was gone for so long and he wants that comfort of knowing he's right there even if it doesn't make sense for Tommy to vanish while walking to the nest.

It's vague awareness of something changing, being put into a different position and something else being pulled over him that he can last recall before darkness claims him fully.

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Baby Techno! (He's like, almost 5 in this story, but still a baby.)

Translations for the runespeak in order-

Wow, they are small

if you scare him, I am drop you in the deep until I remember you are there

Fine, fine. Still, when you said you had a hell creature in your puzzle, I was see something large

little puzzle

Anyway, some details about the rest of the world if anyone's interested:

The reason Tommy doesn't want to get anyone besides Dream involved is because they're already dealing with the fallout of having the Blood God being destroyed. Which is also why Dream made the comment about Techno being a full-blood. The Blood God was in charge of the Nether and is currently 1) slowly imploding and 2) anything that has a strong connection to it is dying/going mad.

Yes, Tommy is stressed about that as well as the fact that Techno is mortal, someone dropped a baby in a death maze, and having to deal with the other things getting in. Hence why he's only just stepping out to try and find who abandoned Techno.

Dream popped up as soon as he realized Tommy was out of the labyrinth to start pestering him. They are the kind of friends here who are always getting into fights about seemingly random things, then teaming up to drive one person to insanity. Mainly because both of them are sort of gods of insanity??

Side note, Techno's actually considered a part of Tommy's labyrinth, so he's basically tied to Tommy's life now. He doesn't realize the others don't know this for, awhile.

I'd say it's up to the reader if Techno is the new/reborn Blood God

[malleusthehammer]

Hi I'm sending for the injury prompts, I'm begging you, please do 2 with Jack the Ripper!

Our boi has beautiful eyes and more people need to acknowledge that!

And keep up the good work I love your writing! //__🖤

HAIII I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT I HAVE BEEN ABSOLUTELY SWAMPED BY LIFE HHJNB but this ask is cute so :3

Jack the Ripper with the prompt "Your eyes" Warnings: Hurt, injuries, blood Type: Fic

Monitors beeped, footsteps echoed, wheels whined. The halls of the hospital were filled with noises that you were able to tune out with years of experience. Your hand swiftly wrote more vitals down for a few patients that you had, but it was quickly ended with a loud siren. You had heard it many times, but this was even worse. Since Ragnarok had began, you and your fellow nurses were swamped with the mounds of patients piled on you. But you had seen this before, with Ares’ army fighting Hercules.

Something in your gut yelled at you, saying that something was different. That something was out of place. Your feet rushed to the doors near the siren. Nurses and fellow angels pushed a stretcher through the doors, yelling around them for patrons to get out the way. You quickly ran after them, clipboard in hand with a new patient sheet. Nurses yelled vitals at you, your hand writing as quick as possible. The world seemed to slow down as you looked at the poor man. He was completely battered and bruised. The entire gaping hole in his abdomen still gushing with blood.

Of course he was raced to the Emergency room, the lead doctors working their good hands on him. As you waited patiently for the man to get out of surgery, you caught wind of the patients origin. Essentially, you heard that he was the fighter for the fourth round of Ragnarok. ‘Jack the Ripper’ although the name sounded oddly familiar to you, you couldn’t place a finger on where you heard it from. But thoughts crossed your mind: ‘Why would Brünnhilde choose such a vile person to represent humanity?’ and ‘How did a human such like him kill a god?’. But as soon as you tried to find the answers to such questions, you were quickly called to be at his bedside.

As you walked in, your eyes were immediately caught by the messy state he was in. His hair was a mess, covered in blood and disheveled. You quickly came to his aid, slipping on some gloves. Once again, you took his vitals and wrote them down. His breathing caught you off guard slightly, it beginning to become faster. You slightly ignored it, just thinking it was him having a bad dream. As you tucked his hair back slightly, taking an alcohol-covered cotton ball to the dried blood. You cleaned it thoroughly, humming a small song to ease your mind. As soon as you went to run some another cotton ball over his forehead, his eyes fluttered open. Your body immediately froze, your attention quickly turned to his one maroon tinted eye.

He froze also, his eyes locked with yours. He seemed as surprised as you, but more care in his eyes. Your hand retracted from his face, your mouth still slightly agape at the beauty of his eyes. The silence between you two was loud, but the red blush on your cheeks screamed louder than any other sound.

After you caught yourself staring, you quickly went back to work.

“I-I’m sorry, sir..”

Your hands gently caressed his face as you pushed more of his hair out of the way to check for any more injuries. You tried to refrain from eye contact, but your blush never went away. His face almost looked the same shade, but his eyes followed yours.

He gently broke the silence with his gentle voice

“Please.. call me Jack, Dear..”

You swallowed hard, smiling softly.

“Yes- Yes sir.. I’m sorry- your eyes are gorgeous..”

A gentle smile appeared on Jack’s lips, his eyes still half lidded. He looked you up and down, almost making sure to take every little detail of you in. Your color was truly extravagant to him. A new color he had never studied before. A more of a loving tone, almost reminding of his mother’s color.

“Don’t apologize, dear.. Thank you..”

HI HI HALLOOOOOO guess who’s back?! it’s me baebee!! anyways- i’m sorry if this is sucky. I’ve been having a whole rollercoaster of life rn- but asks will still be closed til i finish the ones i haven’t gotten to. Just check my bio to see if my asks are open! Have a wonderful day or night :3

[2-m0use]

Took my measurements just now, I think I'm gonna start doing this at the start of every month, just to see my progress bc why not

Ss of my measurements under the cut if you'd like to see 🤷‍♂️

also yapping under that. Like a huge rant about periods that probably didn't need to be that long but I'm autistic and need to present information as accurately as possible by giving as much context as possible. I'll make the important part a different color of you want to hear about it but aren't interested in all the details

Ok also I feel like I've been PMSing forever now? Like it's been a week, and usually, for me, my PMS lasts like 3 days (don't get jealous, my periods are typically 8 days..) but also I'm having some symptoms of my period? But also some of PMS. Like. Ok.

Usually, when I PMS, I get acne, I want to eat everything and crave carbs, I get super irritable and angry and am easily upset and sad, I lose motivation to do self care tasks like brushing my teeth (I always brush my teeth in the morning but I often skip or half ass at night, esp during pms) and washing my face (even though I should be washing my face more than ever at this stage) and I'm generally greasy and need to wash my hair more frequently

And on my period my skin Starts to clear so it's usually all good by the time my period is over, I lose my appetite and don't find most food appealing, I get depressed (like relapsing on sh basically every month, Really struggle with self care, cry every night about the state of the world, stay in bed all day bc I can't be bothered to do anything [I work later in the day so yes even when I work I stay in bed until like 3 pm]), and ofc cramps, and blood is a no brainer but it leads to a spike in my anemia and I really can't do shit without taking iron, even if I eat

But for most of this week I've had acne, which is getting worse I think? I've had some depression symptoms like a constant sense of hopelessness and lack of motivation for self care, but not others, like, I still get up when I feel fully awake and I'm cleaning the house*, I have no appetite and food is low key disinteresting (no complaints there!) And I've been SO greasy. I literally feel gross all the time, even if I've just showered

*I've been helping deep clean bc we have guests coming over for the holidays. I haven't been doing my "regular" chores bc I lose motivation, but taking my disability into account I'm working at the same capacity I usually do (I do a big task, I take a break "before doing the next thing" to ease my pain, and then I don't want to continue cleaning bc resting is nice)

I've had ghost periods before, where I get all the usual symptoms but no blood. I've even gotten them 3 months in a row before. But it's always with the rest of my regular set of symptoms (which used to be more obvious bc there was a bigger difference and my cramps used to be debilitating frfr)

But my main point in saying all of this is that I don't know when my period is coming or if it's coming/if it's just a ghost period, but I've had a stubborn pound of period weight and I can't seem to lose it! If I would just bleed, then I'd know when it's over with to check my "real" weight again, but if it's not coming this month then idk when to trust the scale again? I guess I should be grateful it's not 5lbs of period weight anymore, which was my usual fluctuation amount at my hw. Probably bc when I wanted to eat everything I just did.

[dextraicarus1994]

My OC's Boris and Remo Montgomery. Clean lineart ready. I add and change just little bits, but are ready for coloring now. 🔥💥🔥💥 Weapons and vehicles specialists, one is chaotic (Boris) and the other more quiet with precision (Remo).

A little biography from both below 👇

Boris Montgomery

Boris is a big guy with a big heart, a teddy bear but don't let his happy personality distract you, when it comes to weapons and vehicles, he is chaotic, a master of bringing hell to his enemies, he loves to go into a big boom when it comes to missions, but also knows when to be discreet. As a teammate, he is the heavy artillery, always happy to bring the big guns when it comes into emergency situations but also a man who uses brutal force if necessary. As a lover of alcohol, Boris drinks whisky and beer to ease the tension that is his work and train axe throwing (his especialty in melee weapon).

Remo Montgomery

Remo Montgomery, unlike his brother Boris, is a man who loves discretion, quiet and loves things to have precision since he has the mindset that a vehicle and weapon that is less noisy can be more efficient and successful in missions than a noisy one that Boris always brings up.

Remo, apart from being a specialist in weapons and vehicles, is an inventor in his spare time, making the usual gadgets more deadly and stealthy as possible, something that Marcus appreciates a lot when it comes to missions.

His quiet personality can also hide a hurricane, since he loves horse riding and is a sharp shooter thanks to his inventions but also shares the same love for whisky and beer like his brother (more whisky than anything).

He is less impulsive than his brother but if he needs to fight, his weapon of choosing is a little combat knife that Boris gave him when he was a kid and always keeps with him for protection and will use his skills in boxing to bring down enemies.

[draconic-ichor]

Tarnished Threads, Golden Stitches

Morgott/female tarnished

Part 2

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes

Summary: Hester accepts the job and settles into her new life.

Feedback appreciated, 18+

Part 1

An offer she couldn’t refuse…she’d be a fool to. The morning felt rushed and blurred, the other seamstresses helping to get her presentable and pack up the few items that were truly hers.

Their words of excitement and encouragement kept a small flame of courage alive in her breast the whole journey: from flagging down a wagon, being led into the grand castle, all the way to her signing the contract upon a fancy desk.

She pulled her hand away, looking down at the wet ink that mirrored her name. The man across the desk noticed the slight tremble, flashing a smile.

“At ease, dear Lady.” He soothed.

“Ah, yes.” Hester nodded, placing the quill into the inkwell, “I apologize.”

“No need.” He stepped around the desk, going on, “I am Head of Staff, any and all complaints or communications you may have are welcome through myself. Allow me to show you to your space.”

The man gathered up a book of papers, leading her along.

As they went, the man pointed out important locations or areas of historical interest. Every corner and crack oozed with antiquity.

They came to two stained glass doors, the glass made up of shifting shades of greens made to look like twisting vines.

“Here we are!” He smiled, opening up the doors, “This is where you will do most of your work, a place to meet and to take orders as needed.”

Hester gasped.

It was bright, hanging plants and a mural of tree branches twisting around the space gave it a lush feeling.

Half the room was completely covered, floor to ceiling, with shelves specially built to hold bolts upon bolts of fabric. More colors than Hester thought possible dazzled before her, a plethora of patterns to follow.

The other end of the room was illuminated with Erdlight from ornate glass doors leading to a small balcony. Pine counters and a large work desk lined the free walls, the counters holding dozens of drawers with supplies.

It was truly fit for a royal tailor…or a seamstress.

She slowly turned, taking it in.

“If you desire any materials that are not currently on the inventory list, you will have to have them either approved or requisition them yourself.”

“I can’t see myself ever wanting again…” she breathed, turning slowly to take everything in.

“One would be surprised, once the freedom of creativity is allowed to wander.” He smiled, looking over his papers.

“Your quarters are through that door, just there.” He pointed, “I hope they are not too quaint. You will be expected to keep both areas clean besides the sheets, which will be replaced weekly.

“Meals are served for staff at 8, but you are welcome to prepare your own food from the secondary larder. The washing facilities are on the base floor as well.”

Hester nodded, taking in the wall of information.

“Ah yes.” The Head of Staff tilted his head, turning more towards her.

“I will extend to you the same warning given to all staff of the fairer sex.” His voice dipped a bit more serious, “You would do well to perform any duties in the presence of the King swiftly and without provocation, do not speak unless spoken to and leave the Lord’s wing as soon as your duties are completed.”

Hester turned towards the man more, brows knotting.

“H-Has his Lordship,” she swallowed, “raged against his staff?”

“Well.” He looked down, “His Lordship, the King, is mostly reclusive and passive whilst in the castle.” Sharp eyes flicking back up to meet her gaze, “But one can never be too careful with…his kind.”

The last words sank like a stone in her gut, Hester frowning but biting her tongue.

“And it would be a great loss, to be without a tailor once more.”

“I’m sure.” She nodded curtly.

“Well.” He closed the book, “I’ll leave you to settle in. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

~

She took the rest of the afternoon settling in and familiarizing herself with the space. Laughter bubbled up when she looked at the ‘quaint’ room for herself, it being the size of three of the seamstress quarters at the old shop. Her meager items hardly made it feel like home, yet.

Walking down to the kitchens a sound caught her wandering ear. Two maids were arguing in the hall outside the servants dining hall.

Hester’s steps faltered.

One looked hardly out of girlhood, with blonde hair put up in braids, the other was much older.

“Please, you’ve heard the stories!” The maid begged, “I don’t want to go.”

“Wants are for the rich.” The older one scolded.

“Please, ma’am.” The girl trembled.

“Just take the tray to him and leave.” She instructed, “Simple.”

Hester padded up, overhearing the whole ordeal. “What is the problem?” She asked curiously.

The older maid huffed, “The previous serving girl ran off. And this new lass thinks herself too good to deliver a simple tray.”

“I’ll deliver anything to the furthest part of the castle. Just don’t send me to him.” She sniffed, looking down.

“Him?” Hester echoed.

“The girl’s head was filled with stories.” The other sighed, tired of the same thing, “The commoners love to gossip.”

The girl’s eyes were glassy.

“I can take it.” Hester offered, “I've no fear of the King.”

She looked up, relief washing over her young face. “Thank you, thank you, Ma’am.” She stammered, handing over the tray. Her relief was quickly replaced with guilt, “Be careful…they say omen eat maidens.”

The older maid made a loud scoff, taking the younger’s ear, “Speaking daft. I wasn’t sending you on the tray, now was I?!” As the younger yelped, the maid turned a finger towards Hester, “It’s all well and good to offer help, but will you step in again tomorrow when this little flower refuses?”

“It’s no trouble.” Hester gave a weak smile.

“No trouble.” The maid huffed exhaustively, rolling her eyes and taking the other away.

Hester had to ask the guards for directions to the Lord’s study, only getting lost twice on the way. Soon the heavy door stood before her and the realization of what she agreed to sank into her gut.

The head of staff’s words echoed around her head as she shifted the tray to her hip. Hesitantly she raised a hand to knock upon the oaken door.

“Thou may enter,” Came a deep voice.

A shiver ran down her spine, twisting the large knob.

Everything in the study was made much larger than commonly seen: the desk just as massive as its owner, the shelves were built so high Hester would have to fetch a ladder to reach them.

Even with the desk's larger build, the King still sat upon the floor to comfortably write, his tail lazily swaying behind him as he wrote. Hester swallowed, watching him for a long moment.

His quill seemed to be a flight pinion from a great eagle, scratching away at the parchment before him.

“Leave thou tray just there.” He shifted just enough to point at a worn table.

The words spurred her back into the present, quickly placing the tray down, backing away to smooth out her skirts. A shifting of cloth and a groan could be heard behind her.

Hester wheeled around, being overshadowed.

Morgott stood to full standing glancing down at her, an unreadable look in his golden eye.

Hester scrambled to the side, waiting quietly as the King crossed the space in two steps.

He lifted the lid with a hollow sound, revealing a bowl full of some type of dry grain. Hester took a step closer, curiously. Taking the kettle, Morgott poured boiling water into the bowl, eye flicking up to watch the other. It was quite usual for the staff to make swift exits from his presence; her curiosity and lack of fear towards him was refreshing.

Carefully replacing the lid onto the bowl, he gestured to the empty seat across the narrow table.

Hes blinked, the offer taking a moment to sink in. Once her mind caught up, she hastily sat down, cheeks flushed after being caught staring.

Morgott watched her for a moment before his gaze shifted back towards the tray. Picking up the cup, he poured more water from the kettle into it, placing it before Hester shortly after.

She could smell the brewing tea, looking from the cup to him. “My Lord, this was yours?” She pointed out the obvious, not moving to take the cup.

“Henceforth, tis thine.” He spoke plainly, “I am without the means to offer a guest proper accommodation, currently, so mine own cup will do.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but quickly remembered her place. It would be rude to refuse hospitality, she concluded, reaching for the cup. Morgott watched her, how her lips pursed to blow away the steam.

He turned away, pacing back to his desk.

“My Lord?” Hester asked.

“Hm?”

“Will you not eat?” A note of worry in her tone.

The omen held up two fingers, adding without turning, “Takes a few minutes to prepare…”

Hester’s curiosity piqued even further.

Morgott folded a letter, placing it down before dripping wax then stamping it with his seal. Placing that to be sent out in the morning, he filed a few things away, padding back to the table after.

He gingerly lifted the lid from the bowl, very aware of Hester intently watching his every move, to reveal a bowl of soft fluffy grain, cooked and hot. Morgott stirred it up a bit to make sure it was all prepared, spoon clinking against the ceramic as he did so.

Sitting down heavily on the floor, as he was at his desk before she arrived, he finally began to eat. Hester sipped her hot tea, feeling out of place.

Morgott was wholly unused to casual guests, so did little in the way of conversation, he was quite content to eat in silence.

“My Lord?” She finally spoke, asking, “What is that?”

Morgott finished his current mouthful before answering, “Frumenty.”

“Iv never seen it made in such a way.” She frowned, that dish being a staple to the lower class.

“It would grow quite cold when brought to mine study from the kitchens.” He explained, “So larger batches are made ahead, then dried…it allows mineself to reconstitute the meal at mine leisure.” Gesturing to the kettle, “Tis all that is needed.”

She nodded, listening. Taking another sip from her cup she thought.

Odd…that the King chooses peasant meals when even his staff eat better…

Almost hearing the cogs move about her mind, Morgott’s gaze flicked up to her, chewing slowly. He tilted his head a bit, expectantly.

“Oh…” Hester looked at the table, voice soft, “Is that all you ask of, for a meal, my Lord?”

“It suits mine needs.” He answered briskly.

She nodded, not wanting to pry further.

The rest of the meal went by swiftly and in silence. Morgott stood, placing the items used back onto the tray neatly. He held out a large hand to her expectantly.

“Oh!” Hes nodded, gulping down the last mouthful of tea before handing over the cup.

It was neatly placed with the rest, Morgott then going back to his desk. He diligently began to settle into work once more, tranquil and quiet.

Hester stood, carefully pushing in the chair, before taking the tray in hand. Not wanting to disturb anymore than she already had, she attempted to escape.

“Mine Lady.” Morgott’s voice came.

Hester paused, tray holding open the heavy door.

“If thou wishes to share mine table in the future, I ask thee brings thine own meal as well.” He instructed, a warmth to his words.

She nodded, feeling hot, “Yes, my Lord.”

~

Hester quietly entered the kitchens, by this time things were quiet, most of the staff finished their duties for the night.

The older maid sat a ways away at a table worn down by many hands, finally sitting down to a meal herself. “Returned at last, and didn’t get gobbled up I see.” She chuckled.

“His Lordship was quite content with the Frumenty.” Hester nodded, taking the tray to the wash in.

The woman nodded to that, “He sticks to bland things…easy meals.”

Hes paused the faucet, asking, “Why?” She honestly didn’t expect an answer, simply her curiosity bubbling over.

“Unwell, after such an upbringing.” The answer came quietly, “…can’t stomach what we grew accustomed to. Be patient with him.”

Hester nodded, hands dipping into the hot water to begin washing, mind full.

“I don’t question him, his choices make our lives easier to tell the truth.” The old woman went on, “Especially since maids are so hard to keep.”

“He wishes me to dine with him, if I deliver food again.” Hester confessed, an odd feeling in her stomach. There was a long stretch of silence causing her to drop the bowl back in the water to twist around. She caught the maid giving her a knowing look. “What?” Hester smiled nervously.

The maid gave a showy shrug, taking another bite of food.

“Is it wrong?”

“Do you fear him?”

“Should I?” Hester retorted.

She shrugged again, “If your heart feels no fear, then it is no one’s place to tell you what is wrong. Your King asked of you.”

“…that is true.” She nodded, looking into the sudsy water.

“The life of the serving class is short.” Her voice brightened a bit, “Do not dwell on worries, dear.”

Hester gave her a weak smile, “I’ll try.”

*Frumenty: was a popular dish in Western European medieval cuisine. It is a porridge, a thick boiled grain dish—hence its name, which derives from the Latin word frumentum, "grain".