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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Natal Chart

❀ I read somewhere that Aries Rising often ignore people, even the closest people. My sister does that often, and she is also Aries Rising. ❀

❀ Also, the Rising sign and degree can say often how you look, your appearance but don't forget planets and other placements in your 1H! ❀

❀ Moreover, the Ruler of your Rising can also tell a lot about your appearance, meaning the sign and house placements of your Ruler. ❀

❀ I also noticed that whenever the Sun or Venus was transiting my 1H I was changing something on my appearance. It can also just be me adopting a new way to do my hair or my make up, etc. ❀

❀ Having Aries Descendant is a sign you'll have a spouse who will make you realize you are too nice, you are too generous with others, and they will teach you it's okay to tell people to go f*ck themselves. ❀

❀ Men who have Virgo Rising are the finest in my opinion, perhaps because I'm Virgo Venus but girl they are just so neat and take care of themselves so much, it's so refreshing. ❀

❀ Moreover, Virgo Rising men often age like fine wine. Their hot era is never ending. Just take Benjamin Bratt as an example. ❀

❀ If Pluto transiting your Natal Chart will give you clarity over which house it transits, and it will also be a huge transformation in it. I have it in my 4H, and I can tell you I see my family differently and learn a lot of hidden things. It hits like a b*tch. ❀

❀ Can we stop generalizing MC signs ? Cancer MC doesn't mean necessarily the person will do a job related to taking care of others. The sign over your MC is often a way to describe your needs in a career, but the planets in the 10h and the sign it is in matters, AND the ruler of the 10H as well. ❀

❀ Saturn conjunct Juno often means you'll marry your destined person later in life, and you could also meet later in life as well. ❀

❀ Juno conjunct Chiron is a sign your FS is wounded, in depression, or that they will need to heal to be with you. Being with your Future Spouse could also require a lot of sacrifices. ❀

❀ 4H Ruler in 7H people could often depend on their partner emotionally. They can also be the kind of person to want to only settle down with a partner. ❀

❀ Saturn 7H can have the same effect as Venus conjunct Saturn , you could have a delay in your love life, or find yourself having many lessons about it. You could have to live some failed relationships or romantic interactions in your early life, yet perhaps around your Saturn Return, you could have a better and long lasting love life. ❀

❀ Jupiter conjunct Saturn 7H could mean a delay in your marriage, perhaps marrying close to your 30's, but it could also mean after being married, your life will be very good, and you'll gain a lot because of marriage, and perhaps a lot of knowledge and wisdom as well. ❀

❀ I feel like even if you try hard, you'll never really know someone with Sun 8H/12H. They are quite good at showing exactly what they want you to see. ❀

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Synastry

❀ Rising conjunct Venus often means Venus person will think Rising person is their ideal type. ❀

❀ I often found that when it's not a romantic connection, Sun in 7H Synastry is not a good relationship, yet often a toxic one. Sun person can tend to hate 7H person. ❀

❀ I feel like 2H, 6H & 10H are really underrated houses in Synastry. I think it's really good to have those houses, mostly if big 3 are there. ❀

❀ Sun conjunct Venus often makes the Sun person think Venus person is very attractive. They could also find Venus very charming and their type. ❀

❀ I often saw Juno 1H Synastry when there was love at first sight between two people. Often Juno person having love at first sight for 1H person. ❀

❀ Venus/ Juno/ Jupiter is very beneficial for "finding the house person good looking", and often if you have those planets in someone's 1H or conjunct their Rising, they will be your type. ❀

❀ Every time I had a friend who wanted to befriend me and who was also someone I got along with so much, they have a Stellium in my 11H. ❀

❀ Sun 12H Synastry can possibly make the 12H person forget about you often. ❀

❀ In some relationships, Venus in the 12H can say that 12H person doesn't feel the love Venus person try to give them, and could also feel unloved. ❀

❀ Moon conjunct Saturn can also be that Moon person feel totally misunderstood by Saturn person, or they could feel judged often by Saturn person. ❀

❀ Mars 3H can mean Mars person can often know the right words to hurt 3H person, they can speak to them in a harsh way as well. ❀

❀ Sometimes 12H placements aren't that bad, so take it with a grain of salt. For example, my mother has a Stellium in my 12H, and we are very connected. ❀

❀ Sun conjunct Jupiter often makes the two natives adore each other, they often get along very well, laugh together but also they often share the same opinion. Jupiter person often teach a lot of valuable lessons to Sun person. ❀

❀ Chiron conjunct Moon often means Chiron person will hurt Moon's feelings. I have this aspect with my uncle, he often is harsh with his words. I was scared of him when I was little. ❀

❀ Sun 8H can mean 8H person can feel like Sun person doesn't like them. ❀

❀ Moon 12H in Synastry can often tell us that Moon person will struggle to say to 12H person how they feel, or often share personal things about them. Though, it can also be a sign of deep spiritual connection. ❀

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[joyful-soul-collector]

I've seen a lot of people talking about how Barbie talks about how the patriarchy affects women and how well it does that, so I wanna talk about how Barbie talks about how the patriarchy affects men and how well it does that. Because it does that really well tbh.

At the beginning of the movie, it's made very clear that the Kens are constantly competing with each other, and trying to prove their worth, their Ken-ness, to both the Barbies, and more importantly, to the other Kens. In fact, multiple times through the movie it's shown that Ken seems to find the opinions of other Kens as a motivator for him to do things. He tries to show off to Barbie only after he sees the other Kens saying hi to her. He only starts dancing with Barbie when he sees the other Kens dancing with her. He only goes with her to the Real World after another Ken accuses him of cowardice and he decides to prove him wrong. Barbie says "Ken's not cool!" and Ken responds "He is to me."

This shows so damn well what the patriarchy is like for men. Because for the Kens it's not necessarily about Barbie, it's about what other Kens think of you. Being a man you are constantly, incessantly trying so damn hard to prove to the other men around you that you are a man, the manliest man to ever man, the best Ken to ever Ken. Literally doing backflips trying to prove yourself. And this is before patriarchy is even officially introduced to the story, there's no undertone of power yet, this is just what it's like to be a man around other men. It's toxic masculinity.

And when the patriarchy is introduced, that's increased tenfold. At first it looks like they've banded together to take power, but really they're still competing with each other, they're just doing it differently. Rather than competing to see who can get Barbie to fall in love with them, they're competing to see who can be the manliest, have the manliest stuff, wear the manliest clothes, have the manliest house and decorations.

And then they literally go to war. War is considered one of the few places where it's socially accepted for men to be more emotional, form deep and personal bonds with other men, and that's exactly what happens in the movie. They go to war, and there's an entire song where they bond and learn not to fight with each other anymore.

And that I think is the message from the Kens. For men, the way the patriarchy affects them is it forces constant competition and animosity, even around people that are supposed to be your friends. It makes it impossible to express your feelings unless they're with a romantic partner, and all of this turns you into a pent up ball of emotions with nowhere to go.

Which means that the message is: In order to fix the way the patriarchy oppresses men, men need to learn how to form close bonds with people, especially other men. Because like Barbie said to Ken, he needs to discover who he is without her. Men have learned to lean on women as a crutch, using them to figure out how to Be A Person and express emotions in a healthy way, but this can very quickly turn into a woman feeling like she needs too be his mother and teach him how to do these things. And Ken was 100% doing this, or at least he was trying to throughout the movie. Ken was so desperate for Barbie to be in love with him, not necessarily because he loved her, but because he needed a person he could just exist as himself around. Because he couldn't do that with the other Kens, the only person he could be himself around was Barbie.

And what's so great about the end of the movie is that the Kens did eventually figure out how to form close bonds with each other! They went to war, argued and fought, but by the end of the song they were holding hands, kissing each other on the cheek, telling each other they were enough. Even when Ken is up in the dreamhouse, crying and saying that he looks stupid, all the other Kens start shouting back up to him, saying that he looks cool. And Ken responds by giving one of his new friends his coat, which was clearly very important to him.

What the Kens did, that's what men in the real world need to do. They need to form close bonds with other men and stop competing with each other. Hopefully not by going to war the way the Kens did, Barbie isn't a blueprint for solving the patriarchy lol.

I'd be happy to do it through a song though.

[g1rld1ary]

5 people james didn't mean to kiss (and one he did) ; james potter x fem!reader

➻ first james fic!! i love reviving old fanfic trends <33

➻ word count: 4494

➻ synopsis: says it on the tin baby!

➻ warnings: swearing, allusions to sex/dirty jokes, era typical homophobia (basically nonexistent)

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James Potter was a very affectionate person, everyone knew that. His love language was absolutely physical touch — everyone knew that too. It was also assumed, therefore, that James Potter had an extensive list of kisses. That assumption wasn’t necessarily wrong, but a good chunk of them weren’t exactly what you imagined when thinking of the great James Potter kissing someone. They were often impulsive when he didn’t know how else to express his feelings. His very first kiss, for example, wasn’t exactly the cheesy, romantic soap opera that he often advertised providing for girls.

Sirius Black

The Marauders sat in their dorm room, early on in second year. While first year was packed with ridiculous adventures and the forming of their friendship group, second year brought a new awareness of girls, romance and especially kissing. That was the topic of discussion as the boys all packed into one bed, hypothesising about what it might be like. James and Sirius led the discussion with much bravado and false confidence whilst Peter looked decidedly scared. Remus, to his credit, just looked rather amused at it all.

“But where do you touch her?” James asked, eyes still wide and innocent and twelve years old, “I can’t just stand there with my hands at my sides like a twat!”

“Don’t be stupid, you hold her like this.” Sirius bent his arms in a direction that looked borderline painful. Remus huffed and climbed off the bed, pulling both the boys with him.

“If you’re gonna kiss a girl,” Remus instructed, “You have to hold her gently. Don’t push her around like she’s dead weight. James, put your arms around Sirius’ waist like that, now Sirius, you put your arms around his neck.”

“Pete’s gonna think we’re bent,” Sirius grumbled, a red hue on his cheeks.

“You are bent, you poof,” Peter quipped from his spot on the bed. He was right, of course, but that wouldn’t come to light until fourth year. James thought this was hilarious though, and began miming exaggerated — rather sloppy — kisses. And since James never failed to cure Sirius of his moods, he did the same. Remus rolled his eyes as the two boys acted out a passionate scene, loose tongues and all, until they were no longer acting.

All four boys in the dorm were frozen as James and Sirius’ mouths had accidentally connected in their stupidity, none of them sure what to do. Seconds passed as the two stood, lips locked against each other, no one daring to move. At least, until Remus let out a long, uncharacteristic wheeze, which dissolved into a fit of giggles that he would usually be mortified by, but there was no way he was outdoing the kiss anytime soon. Peter followed along momentarily, laughing so hard barely any sound actually came out, silent heaves punctuated by gasping breaths.

Released from their stupor both boys leapt apart, wiping their mouths with their forearms. Both had comical expressions of disgust, still slightly too stunned to verbalise any of it.

“We,” James heaved, “Can never speak of this again. Ever.” Sirius agreed in a heartbeat, still unable to completely wipe the blush from his pale complexion. He probably would have dwelled on those feelings if James wasn’t James, beginning to see the humour in it soon enough. By the end of the night it was an inside joke that would proceed to be referenced countless times within the walls of Hogwarts.

So although James would tell the story of his first kiss quite differently — he alleged it was with a Ravenclaw named Keeley a few weeks later, his proper first kiss will always have been with one Sirius Black in the Gryffindor dormitories on an otherwise unassuming Tuesday evening. And that secret was held onto dearly by all four marauders until, of course, Sirius’ best man speech at James’ wedding, where the anecdote received uproarious applause, loudest of all by James himself.

2. Remus Lupin

The Marauders had all known about Remus’ ‘furry little problem’ since their second year — first for the most perceptive of the bunch. Nevertheless, the group were insistent in helping Remus in any way they could, though it was a difficult task when his alter ego had no resistance to killing them. Until Sirius had come to them with the idea of becoming animagi. It was difficult no doubt, advanced magic far beyond the teaching at Hogwarts, but the four of them were exceptional wizards each in their own way, and the project seemed somewhat manageable with four brains chipping away at it over the course of two years.

When they finally did get it, hardly any of them could believe it, least of all Remus. He had never imagined that the human side of him was worthy of this much love and devotion, let alone the monster within him. However, despite how they tried to play it off, the achievement didn’t come easily to any of them. Sirius was the first to get it, big black dog accompanying the group around the castle and becoming an unexpected staple of the Gryffindor common room. You in particular liked to cuddle up with him on the couch and spoil him with head scratches when you were stressed from school — at least until the secret was revealed and you hit him upside his human head for deceiving you.

James was second to get it, though much less gracefully than Sirius. The whole group of Gryffindors had been hanging out together down by the Black Lake, enjoying the slowly warming weather after class one day. James had the misfortune of being sat between you and Lily, which made things very confusing for his hormonal body and brain. His eyes were trained on his hands, too afraid to actually talk to either of you and embarrass himself which was what usually happened. You and Lily, however, were hell bent on making that occur. While James had had a well known crush on Lily for the last few years, ever since you’d come back to school that year post-puberty you could both tell that James was both emotionally and physically confused. You both delighted in this and used it to your advantage, Lily finding him the most annoying man on earth and you delighting in his flustered expressions (secretly finding him actually pretty cute).

After thirty minutes of torture, James couldn’t take it. You’d made one too many dirty jokes directed at him and he was a blushing mess, fidgeting awkwardly between you and Lily laughing gleefully. He excused himself quickly and uncharacteristically quietly, hurrying off to be out of sight of his friends. You all laughed as you watched him go, and Remus reluctantly stood, muttering something about making sure James didn’t drive himself crazy.

Remus headed straight to the Forbidden Forest, knowing the privacy would be what James desired in the moment. Sure enough there he was, taking a moment to breathe against a tree.

“Easy there, Potter, don’t cum in your pants,” He joked, obviously amused by the whole ordeal. James turned quickly, devastated at Remus seeing him so sexually frustrated.

“Sod off, Lupin. It’s not my fault! They both just sit there looking so fucking good, talking about all these unholy things and you expect me to just be fine with it? It’s so—” Instead of the exasperated groan Remus expected, he was met with a stag standing tall in front of him. He couldn’t help his mouth dropping open, the animal far more magnificent than he could have expected out of the fourteen year old boy.

In a weird shift of figure the deer was back to boy, and James only had a moment of shocked stillness before he was whooping and yelling in the grass. Remus joined him, the two of them yelling and dancing around like idiots in their joy. James pulled him in for a hug, appropriately masculine until he pressed a kiss onto Remus’ lips, still grinning ecstatically as they pulled away. Remus scowled in a way he hoped was convincing.

“I hate it when you do that, Potter,” He grumbled as the two of them returned to their friends.

“Yeah, right,” James laughed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “It’s a blessing to be kissed by my sexy arse.”

3. Peter Pettigrew

While all four of the Marauders were undoubtedly exceptional wizards, that didn’t always translate into their grades. For example, being so ahead in the curriculum made James Potter get lazy, often submitting subpar essays simply because he figured it was already common knowledge and he was more interested in higher level magic. He always ended up with top grades from outstanding extra credit projects, but the point still stood.

Peter was similarly a great wizard. Perhaps not so much a prodigy like James or Sirius, and didn’t dominate the class ranks like Remus, but he did well for himself and was pretty exceptional in Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. However, he was failing History of Magic. All four of them had chosen the subject for their OWLs, assuming it would be an easy O because of the ghost professor. They couldn’t be more wrong. Binns was a useless teacher and Peter especially found it difficult to teach himself the material just from the textbook, and was falling dreadfully behind, each essay earning a worse grade than the last.

James had offered to help tutor him before their exams, and the two buckled down in the library almost every day in the weeks leading up to exam season. Peter made pretty good progress, eager to catch up with his friends and prove he was on their level. Still, everyone was nervous for the test and its outcome.

When results were released, you and the Gryffindors were all together. Whilst you and the girls all got the reveal over and done with, the boys all waited with bated breaths. Most of the grades weren’t shocking — three of them knew they could easily get top grades from the little effort they put in, but they were all waiting on Peter’s History of Magic grade. The blond boy opened his paper with shaky hands, eyes scanning frantically over the information contained. Slowly he raised his head, nervous smile apparent.

“I got an A,” He said, and within an instant the boys were on top of him, congratulating him with strong hugs or by clapping him on the back. James grabbed both of his cheeks, pressing them together and pushing a kiss onto Peter’s lips.

“Prongs!” Peter moaned, pushing his face away half-heartedly.

“I’m just proud of you, Wormtail,” He cooed, appearing much like his mother whom you all adored.

“Oi, Potter,” You interrupted, waving your sheet of results around. “I got an O in Potions — where’s my kiss?” James immediately broke your eye contact, and you pretended you weren’t charmed by his embarrassed little smile. He mumbled a response that had his friends ripping him to shreds, egging him on whilst simultaneously teasing him and his alleged manhood. He pressed a gentle peck to your forehead and you raised an eyebrow.

“Not what I meant, but ok.”

4. Regulus Black

Regulus Black had a difficult relationship with the Marauders, to say the very least. By his fifth year — the rest of the boys’ sixth — Sirius had been at the Potter’s for months and Regulus was still reeling from the impact. He was noticeably quieter and more sombre than in years previous, and a dangerous resentment for his brother and his friends bubbled under his skin.

James Potter connected these dots quickly. However, he didn’t really know what to do about it. He wasn’t sorry that Sirius was living with him, but he didn’t like that Regulus was left all alone with their wicked parents, regardless of their personal differences. That brought James to you.

You sat together on the couch, his head resting next to your thighs, curls just brushing against your skin in a way that you couldn’t stop thinking about. He was lamenting about his mental struggles as you worked on your crochet, thinking quietly as he rambled on.

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” You asked suddenly, and James tilted his head to look up at you, holding back his laughter at your upside down appearance.

“What?” He asked, “I can’t talk to him, he hates me!”

“When has that ever stopped you before? Lily hates you and yet you bother her all the time,” You said, smile playing on your lips.

“That’s not true!” James protested, “I don’t bother her that much anymore!” You rolled your eyes playfully and turned back to your craft as James continued to ponder the situation.

As usual, he decided you were right. And so he sent a short letter to Regulus, asking for a meeting on the Astronomy tower at midnight. Surprisingly he’d agreed, and the two boys were standing awkwardly across each other on the tower. Regulus refused to start the conversation and so stood in silence, staring down James in an effort to scare him off. James wouldn’t be deterred.

“I just wanted to talk about what happened last year,” He said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose nervously.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“C’mon. I know we’re not friends, but I also figured none of your friends are the talking type either. So, I thought you could talk to me — full confidentiality. I don’t know, blame me, yell at me, I just don’t want you to do this all by yourself.”

“How sweet, Potter,” He sneered, “But I don’t need to talk about any of my feelings.”

James Potter was nothing if not persistent.

“Ok, well if you don’t want to talk, how about you listen?” To his surprise, Regulus stayed. One perfect eyebrow raised, he slowly sat next to James, legs dangling over the edge of the tower. After a gesture for him to go on, James started. He began to talk about the process of having Sirius live with him, the feelings they both had about it, and the guilt they both felt about leaving Regulus alone. At that Regulus looked up, eyes pooling with hope.

Then without any warning, Regulus was talking more than James had ever heard before, spilling what he supposed must have been the younger boy’s darkest secrets and vulnerabilities. James was unprepared, not actually expecting him to engage. At one point James had put a comforting arm around Regulus’ shoulder, words failing to express any of the feelings he had inside. Regulus didn’t pull away as James expected, instead only starting to cry. James just watched in disbelief as Regulus cried into his chest. Awkwardly, James arranged himself to press a gentle kiss to Regulus’ forehead right as Regulus moved to look up and speak, resulting in a ridiculous kiss between the two of them.

They jumped apart in less than a second, both with horrified looks on their faces.

“Oh my God—”

“That was an accident I swear—”

“I’m really sorry—”

“I was just trying to comfort you—”

Both boys stumbled over their words as they clambered up to their feet, putting a strictly heterosexual amount of space between them.

“Um, I’m just gonna go,” Regulus settled on, backing up towards the door.

“I’m seriously sorry, Black. It’s just something I do — doesn’t usually backfire like that.” Regulus just nodded, leaving quickly.

“Potter?” He stopped halfway through the door and James looked up. “Thanks.” James didn’t get any time to reply as Regulus was long gone, leaving him to cringe on his own. Neither of them would be telling anybody about the incident. Ever.

5. Lily Evans

You and James had been doing your will-they-won’t-they thing for a long time. Not quite since you met, but once you’d both started to notice the opposite sex you’d been participating in a battle of who could resist the longest. Teasing and cajoling were staples of your relationship. Whilst it had started as a way to pass the time; James had been in love with Lily since second year and you just liked to tease, at some point the feelings crossed over into a real and dangerous territory. However, neither of you wanted to do anything in case the feelings weren’t reciprocated, and truthfully hadn’t realised the true depth of them.

You and James were the only ones not to see the obvious: the feelings were absolutely reciprocated. It was tearing your friends apart, trying to get one of you to finally confess before you finished school forever. There were bets in place, pep talks and everything else the Gryffindors could think of to finally cause the event they’d been hoping for. Eventually, Lily had had enough.

One day you were all hanging out in your dormitory, most of you doing your homework and Marlene fiddling with a record player, trying to get it to come back to life.

“So, what would you guys think if I gave James a chance?” Lily asked, too coy to be genuine, but you were caught off-guard enough that you didn’t notice. “I mean, I know I’ve said some terrible things over the years, but now that he’s backed off he’s actually a really nice guy.”

“But… James?” You asked incredulously, essay immediately forgotten.

“Yeah, why not? He’s the hottest guy in our year, and if all goes to shit it’s only a few months until we graduate and I’ll never have to see him again.”

“But it’s James!” The rest of the girls had caught on to what Lily was scheming and delighted in joining in.

“Why shouldn’t she? It’s not like you like him, right?” Mary asked, studying your expressions. You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. And just when they thought Lily had finally succeeded in getting the ball rolling you answered: “No, of course not. You go ahead, Lils.”

What started as a ploy to get you to admit your feelings only snowballed from there when Lily realised she couldn’t just back out now. And so she hatched a plan. Everything was going perfectly; Sirius and Remus had made sure the common room was devoid of younger students so no unhelpful rumours could be spread, and Marlene had been hanging out with you all evening to make sure you stuck to the schedule she’d devised.

With perfect precision, you and Marlene entered through the portrait just as Lily came down from the dorms.

“Hey, Potter,” She called, and James looked up curiously from his game of wizard’s chess. The redhead marched over to him, cupping both of his cheeks and kissing him strongly. Your jaw dropped open. You couldn’t believe Lily was just going for it like that, but even more you couldn’t believe the sick feeling creeping up from your stomach. You looked at Marlene, who only looked marginally less shocked. A glance around the room proved similar. Although they all knew Lily’s plan, it was two entirely different things to hear about her scheme to get the two of you together and seeing Lily Evans kissing James Potter.

“I’ve, uh, gotta go,” You mumbled, somehow finding your footing to run from the room, desperate to get anywhere where you didn’t have to see that, and the subsequent (or so you believed) union of a happy couple.

Lily pulled away from the kiss, eyes immediately trying to find you and she was puzzled when she couldn’t. A look at Marlene told her all she needed to know and her heart sank; she’d failed. James was looking a little more dazed than the head girl, and suddenly looked terribly awkward in his seat.

“Look, Lils. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t feel that way about you anymore. There’s— there’s someone else, and I, I have to go.” With that James headed up to his dormitory, and the rest of your friends stood in a thick silence for several moments.

“I think I just made everything worse,” Lily said, and then the chaos started.

“What the fuck did you think was going to happen?” Sirius asked loudly, running a stressed hand through his hair.

“I don’t know! I just figured maybe they’d have an epiphany and both realise they’d rather be kissing each other!” Lily cried, throwing herself into an armchair.

You

Lily was right, she’d unintentionally made everything worse. You were upset at what you’d seen and the story you’d attributed to it, and even more so at your terribly timed realisation of your feelings. Because of this you’d started avoiding James in an effort to get over him, which only made you more miserable that you couldn’t talk to your favourite person. James, in turn, hadn’t seen you enter the common room on the night of the kiss and so believed —and dearly hoped — that you were blissfully ignorant, and so was equally perplexed and distraught at the space between you. He’d tried to approach you about it but you evaded him or turned him away every time.

“Hey, love, can we please—”

“It’s fine, James,” You interrupted him, “It was all just a bit of fun, right? All the flirting, the being touchy. But now you’re with Lily and I’ll back off, I get it, don’t worry. I wish you two every happiness.” You tried to sound as genuine as you could while sadness bit at your heart, and left James standing astounded in the corridor. Now he knew that you’d seen the kiss the issue was obvious, but the solution remained a mystery to him.

You’d taken to Marlene to get your feelings out, and she listened patiently as you rattled off a monologue about your childish jealousy and broken heart. Luckily, she’d discussed how to handle this with Lily — who knew you wouldn’t go to her because of her alleged involvement with James, and set off (hopefully) your friend’s last attempt to get you two together. She finally shook you out of it, frustrated with the lack of action.

“They’re not together,” She said, stopping you in your tracks.

“What?”

“They’re not together,” She repeated, making intense eye contact with you. “It was all this dumb plan Lily had to get the two of you together. She thought if you saw James getting with someone else you’d finally realise your feelings for him. And you did, but you were supposed to stick around to hear Potter reject her and say that he liked someone else, you.” You were shocked into silence, what could you say to that?

“So,” You started carefully, “What do I do now?”

James was in a similar situation with the boys.

“She saw Lily kiss me and now she thinks I like Lily when I like her! Plus, she won’t even be in my presence long enough for me to explain that it’s all just this huge misunderstanding and it’s her I want to be snogging!” James lay dramatically across his bed as the boys sighed.

“Prongs, isn’t it obvious?” Sirius asked and James cocked his head to the side, looking remarkably like a confused puppy. “Do something she can’t ignore. Make a grand gesture to prove your feelings for her.” James thought about it, it made sense. If you wouldn’t hear his explanation, he’d just have to make you.

“How?”

You and James went into the following Saturday with the same goal. It was Gryffindor’s quidditch semi-final, so there was a party being held whatever the outcome. It would be the first time you’d see each other since you’d realised your mistake since training was taking up all of James’ time.

Gryffindor had won, thankfully, which had both of you in higher spirits. The party was already in full swing by the time you got there, opting for a smoke first to calm your nerves. You’d spotted James almost as soon as you entered, always the heart and soul of a party. You marched towards him with a purpose, but as soon as he set eyes on you he jumped up to stand on a table. Someone had lowered the volume of the music — not silent, but low enough so you could hear him yelling over it. He said your full name, clearly and intentionally in a way that had surrounding people look at you curiously.

“I love you,” He said suddenly. “I am in love with you, not anyone else, and whatever made you think that’s not true was just a huge misunderstanding. Because I love you so much, and all I want to do is snog you until I’m the only name you remember, baby.” You let out a short laugh at his vulgarity and the cocky smirk that accompanied it, but a cheek-splitting smile won out when you thought about the preceding words and the sincerity he’d instilled in them. Before you even knew what you were doing you were racing towards him, gratefully taking Peter’s hand to join James on the table.

You honestly couldn’t tell who had initiated the kiss, but you were suddenly so intimately joined together it was like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs, compressing your body in an effort to fuse to his. His strong arms around you couldn’t shield you from the confetti being thrown around (for the match, of course, not just your kiss), nor the catcalls of your friends. You only pulled away when you felt James’ tongue start exploring a little too far, mindful that half the people you knew were watching. You wore matching grins as you parted, foreheads still pressed together and breathing heavy.

While it might have taken four years, innumerable (accidental) kisses and one failed set-up plan to get there, you were sure in your heart that James Potter was the only boy you ever wanted to kiss. And so you did, over and over for the years to come, and you cheered and applauded enthusiastically as the seemingly never ending list of friends and family told stories of receiving a coveted James Potter kiss throughout the years, knowing you were the only one who got to be his bride.

[sl-ut]

comfort zone

pairing: george weasley x fem!black cat!reader

description: george is finally making moves on his long-time crush, the only issue is that she’s a little hard to read, so once he convinces her to watch his quidditch game, he’s unsure of whether they’re on the same page or not.

warnings: not smut but brief implications of sex, pre-established situationship, george being a cutie but also a little insecure, reader’s house is not listed beyond the fact that she’s not a gryffindor, cursing, underage drinking (but they’re wizards so who cares), grumpy x sunshine/black cat x golden retriever trope, reader gets a teensy bit jealous but george only has eyes for her

words: 5K

date posted: 02/03/25

The Weasley twins were certainly not unaccustomed to being the topic of conversation among their fellow students at Hogwarts. The pair were constantly getting into trouble, wreaking havoc upon unsuspecting students, and finding the most outrageous ways to disrupt their classes. Together, they were legends among the student body, but the same could not be said about Fred and George on their own. 

Fred was, without question, the more popular of the two, though not so much that they were considered to be on different social standings. He was the more outgoing of the two, the one who seemed more interested in chasing girls, the one who tended to instigate altercations with other boys in the hallways. Not that George did not possess any of these qualities or interests, but there was certainly a difference between them. While Fred had the occasional rumour on the run about himself and Angelina, or Alicia, or Katie, no one had ever heard of George’s involvement in any sort of scandal without his brother at his side. Perhaps that was why, once it finally happened, the rumour spread so fast.

It wasn’t truly a rumour, though, because it was entirely true. Enough of his peers had been able to witness the shift in his behaviour and exactly who his attention seemed to be going towards. To be completely fair, if he had chosen to chase after anybody else, he might not have been such a hot topic for gossip, but he had not been enamoured by just any girl, it had been the one girl that had not ever shown genuine interest in just about anything. 

Straight-faced and monotonous, she was most often found tucked into the corner of the library or having a hushed conversation with her very small group of friends–though, even they would admit that they had little more insight into her private life than anyone else would. So, the moment that George Weasley was spotted walking her to class and joining her in the library after supper, word spread very quickly. 

Though, no one has ever been able to spot anything necessarily romantic between the two, beyond their frequent time spent alone together or the occasional brush of his hand across her own. This was where the rumours began to spiral; I heard they were just friends; Lavender heard from Pavarti who heard from Padma who heard from Cho that she’s only tutoring him in potions; There’s no bloody way, they literally could not be more different.

For a while, George liked the rumours. He liked knowing that people were so curious about he was able to capture the heart of the most elusive girl in school, the one he’d fancied since the end of his third year. He liked having people ask him about it, and he liked giving a very vague response that kept the questions coming. He liked returning to his dorm at night and finally being able to recount his encounter with a girl to his brother, as Fred had to him so many times. Most of all, he loved the fact that people could not understand their relationship because of how private it was, meanwhile she was putty in his hands the moment they were completely alone together. He liked that he was the only one who saw her like that, the only one to make her laugh, the only one to know her on a deeper level beyond the stoic front she put on for the public eye. 

He did, however, sometimes wish he could hold her hand in the corridors, visit her in her own common room in the evenings, invite her to his Quidditch games, visit Hogsmeade together, introduce her to his mum, get married, support their growing family with his successful joke shop… Perhaps he was getting a bit ahead of himself with those last few, but he was so completely awestruck by her that he was able to envision an entire future for himself with her at his side. He was more than respectful of her boundaries and her disinterest in any public displays of affection, but he was dying to finally put an end to any of these rumours for once and for all. 

Gryffindor had done exceptionally well in Quidditch that year, easily breaking through semi-finals against Hufflepuff and heading into the championship against Slytherin, and Fred was certain that he would willingly get himself a week’s detention with Snape if it meant he wouldn’t hear George’s nagging any longer. His brother had been unsuccessfully attempting to build up the courage to ask her to come watch rather than spending the day in the library, waiting for him to return, but every time the chance presented itself, he was too worried about her pulling away and decided to just squash the idea. His twin brother, however, was the poor soul left responsible for George in his distraught state, and was simply through with it, taking matters into his own hands. 

Fred was certain he’d never spoken to the girl before in all of their time at Hogwarts together, but that did not hinder him as he cornered her in the library one morning, palms flat to the surface of her desk, hunching over to be at eye level with her as he finally confronted her. He was immediately caught off guard when she addressed him by name, his hopes of simply pretending to be his brother and asking her on his behalf flying out the window, but he couldn’t hold in his laughter at her shocked face, completely bewildered that he was speaking to her as she sputtered out a response.

“I didn’t know he wanted me to come. 

“And why wouldn’t he?”

“He never asked.”

“That’s because the poor git is terrified of you. Completely obsessed, he is,” Fred told her, “He’s been mad for you since our third year.”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise, having no idea that George even knew who she was that long ago. As far as she was concerned, their attraction to one another was mutually new. A pit of guilt formed in her stomach once she realised that, not only had he been interested in her for three years, but he’d also been so patient in asking her to go any further in their relationship to a point that he was afraid to ask for his own emotional needs to be met. The entirety of her time at Hogwarts, she had consistently interacted with the same few people outside of her classes, and even then she generally tended to stick to herself. The fact that George had shown interest in her was surprising enough, she was certain that she was simply too happy with him in her comfort zone to recognise that she had not even considered his own, which brought her to the Great Hall that following Saturday, diverting her path from her own house’s table and instead finding the group of majorly red-headed Gryffindors. 

She was so nervous she was certain she would vomit. George was one thing, she’d grown attached enough to him that she could say quite literally anything to him, but she was approaching a group that consisted of him, two of his brothers, his sister, his best friend, and the Boy Who Lived, especially since every single one of them had turned to watch as she grew closer, all except for the boy who she was hoping to sneak away from them with as little conversation as possible. 

She cleared her throat once she finally reached the group, smiling bashfully as his chocolate brown eyes turned to her in surprise. His jaw was clenched, mid-chew of his breakfast as he glanced over his shoulder, seemingly taken aback by her willingness to approach him when he was with his friends. 

“Good morning,” she offered a nervous smile to the group, then turned her attention back to the red-head in question, “George, I need your jumper.”

“Sorry?” He choked out as he finally swallowed.

“Your jumper?” She suddenly realised exactly how embarrassed she would be if he were to refuse or make her stand there for a moment longer than necessary, “I, um, I don’t have any red to wear. To the game, I mean.”

“You’re coming?” His younger brother, Ron, spoke through his own food-stuffed mouth, followed by a grunt of pain as his sister drove an elbow into his ribs.

“You’re coming?” George repeated the question, though his voice lifted with excitement as her words finally registered in his head.

“If that’s okay,” she shrugged. 

“Okay?” He laughed breathlessly at her, almost tripping as he clambered over the bench to head towards the exit with a clear pep in his step, “you have no idea how okay that is.”

She glanced over at the group, each of them donning looks of both shock and amusement at what had just happened. She met Fred’s gaze as he winked at her and she felt her face flush before offering a meek goodbye to everyone, turning on her heel and chasing after him.

One challenge had been completed, but even when she was wrapped in one of George’s warm knitted Quidditch jumpers (the one he’d slightly outgrown over the summer and kept on hand for emergencies–though, he had never imagined that this would be the emergency in question), her footsteps wobbled as she climbed up the steps that lead into the bleachers, eyes scanning the rows of seats for an empty space or a familiar face, eyes narrowing in on Ron sitting with Hermione Granger. 

Their conversation came to a screeching halt as she dropped down onto the bench next to the younger girl. They both shared a look, then peered over at the girl curiously. She settled into the bench, catching their uncertain stares out of the corner of her eye as she wracked her brain for something to say.

“Nice day, isn’t it?”

Hermione turned her head to face the older girl, driving her elbow into Ron’s side as he failed to stifle his laughter, “It is. Are you excited for the match?”

She paused as she considered her next words. She’d only watched quidditch a handful of times, and she had never even stuck around for the entire game. She didn’t know the rules, nor did she understand what made the game that interesting in the first place, but the last thing she wanted was for George to find out through his younger brother that she hadn’t even wanted to go to the game in the first place.

“Mhm,” she hummed in response, “I’m sure it will be…good.”

Hermione nodded knowingly, turning back towards the pitch, where both teams were beginning to take flight and warm up. She was glad that neither Hermione nor Ron made much of an effort to speak directly to her, but left their conversation open for her to join in if she wanted, but she was just as happy to sit silently and listen to them bicker back and forth throughout the duration of the game. It made her feel less out of place, especially now that she was donning a red and gold jumper rather than her own house’s colours. 

When the game was over, Hermione paused as she and Ron stood to leave the bleachers, Hermione stopped to invite her to the victory party that would be taking place in the Gryffindor common room that evening. She was surprised, having never gone back there with George at any point, though he had offered on many occasions, but thanked the younger girl anyway and moved down to wait outside the locker room for her preferred Weasley. 

She fought off a grin as she listened to their excited cheers, easily picking out the synchronous chants of Fred and George over everyone else’s. This was a side of George she did not get to see very often; he made an effort to match her energy when they were together, which, up until now, she had never seen as an issue. It never occurred to her that she was being selfish with his time, because he never really seemed to mind it and always assured her that he and Fred were very different people when they were together in comparison to how they were separately, that he appreciated the quiet moments they shared together while the rest of his life was so loud. She was suddenly very self conscious of the fact that he may not have been truthful–maybe that was the reason why he never actually invited her to the game. Maybe Fred had been overzealous in his effort to bring her there, and that George was planning to slowly remove himself from her orbit. 

She was broken out of her quickly spiralling thoughts by her own squeal as she was lifted off of her feet, a pair of arms looping around her waist and twirling her around. Her feet finally met the dirt path once more, allowing her eyes to fall on the grinning visage of George Weasley before he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. Her spine stiffened at the touch, though she did not hate the affection as much as she would have thought when he was so clearly in a state of pure excitement. 

“Hi,” she breathed, eyes peering up at him in awe, taking in his messy ginger hair and red, wind bitten cheeks, “You–you played good. Well, I mean.”

“More than well, I’d reckon,” Fred appeared at his twin’s side, arm slinging over his shoulder, “We were bloody brilliant, to no surprise.”

“Well,” he turned his gaze back to her, ears burning red as his expression turned equal parts bashful and nervous, “I had a bit of extra luck today, I think.”

Her face burned at his words, for this was the first time they had been in any way affectionate with one another out in the open, especially anyone so close by as Fred and the rest of the team as they filed out of the locker room, each peeking over with little smirks on their faces. She was suddenly aware of exactly how public their relationship had been, even if it had been entirely behind closed doors.

“Yeah,” Fred released his twin from his hold, pushing him closer to the girl as he turned to follow behind his teammates on the path back to the castle, “make sure you spend more time with him then, would you? He could use a bit of luck.”

George snorted and rolled his eyes, murmuring under his breath as his brother jogged to catch up with Angelina and Katie, “Git.”

She cracked a small smile as a nervous giggle escaped her, “He’s…nice.”

“Nice, that’s one word for it,” George chuckled, stepping even closer to her as his fingers stretched out to meet her own, “I’m glad you came. It was nice having someone cheering for me.”

“I was hardly the only one cheering for you,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m sure half of the girls in my year are plotting to slip you a love potion.”

“Well they’d certainly need one, because I only remember hearing you,” he smirked at her, both of them knowing fully well that she had not cheered that loudly, instead opting for more clapping than yelling. “I mean it though, thank you for coming. I know it isn’t exactly your…scene.”

“I didn’t hate it. I had fun,” she shrugged, “what are you doing later?”

A small look of uncertainty crossed his features, “Um, nothing. Should we meet in our usual spot?”

She felt a pang through her chest at his selflessness; he had clearly been wanting to go to the party in his common room, but was willingly choosing not to go in order to spend time with her. Then, as if he couldn’t be any more heartstopping, he didn’t even tell her in order to ensure that she wouldn’t feel bad about keeping him away from his friends.

“Actually,” she paused, finally lacing their fingers together, “I–uh, Hermione invited me to this party tonight. Wanna be my date?”

His eyes lit up, “You? At a party?”

“Shut up,” she pushed her spare palm against his shoulder, “I can ask someone else if you’re not up to it.”

“Nuh-uh, no takesies-backsies,” George shook his head, a beaming grin spreading across his features, “It would be an honour to be your date to the party being held in my honour.”

She leaned into his side as they began making their way up the beaten path towards the castle, “Do me a favour?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t leave me alone there, please.”

He laughed, leaning down to kiss the crown of her head, “Trust me, I know better than to leave anyone alone with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, they’d either be dead or madly in love with you. I’m not sure which one I’m more afraid of.”

George hardly let go of her hand for the rest of the afternoon, leading her to join him and his friends for supper in the Great Hall, ensuring that she was able to be as involved in the conversation as she wanted, never pressuring her to step too far out of her comfort zone. She had been pleasantly surprised to find that Katie, Angelina, and Alicia were all incredibly kind–not that she necessarily  thought otherwise, but one could assume that three girls who were smart, pretty, and exceptional quidditch players may be a bit full of themselves, but they had generally seemed more interested in finding out information about her and her relationship with George, and they all seemed excited to discover that she was going to attending their victory party later that night.

He finally let her escape him for a few hours after their dinner, walking her back to her own common room and letting her go with a sweet kiss, and once she was in the privacy of her own room, she could no longer hold back the face-splitting grin that crawled across her face. She hadn’t expected to go so far out of her comfort zone that morning, having thought that she would attend the game in silence and that would be it. Instead, she felt a warm feeling of belonging–a feeling that she had never truly been able to find at Hogwarts up until this point. 

She used the time she had to get herself ready and take a short nap; her social battery had been severely drained by her earlier activities and would certainly need to be refilled before she could attend any sort of party. When she was finally ready, now donning a pair of jeans and a dark red blouse, she began the trek to the Gryffindor common room, where she met George on the way.

“I told you to wait for me,” he whined as he came to her side, “I would have walked you the entire way.”

She shrugged, smiling up at him teasingly, “I got impatient.”

“My apologies for being too slow, love,” he laughed, taking her hand in his own as he took in her appearance, “You look nice. I thought you said you didn’t own any red?”

“I just found this buried in my trunk,” her face warmed as she remembered the excuse she had made for needing his jumper, “or maybe I just needed an excuse.”

A pink tint crawled across his cheeks and reached the tips of his ears, “You didn’t need an excuse.”

“I know.”

They continued to walk in a comfortable silence, fingers laced together as they wandered through the torch-lit staircases leading to the portrait of the Fat Lady, who rolled her eyes in annoyance as George uttered the password, moaning about how many times she’d had to open and close with this bloody party and bloody students.

The party was in full-swing when they stepped inside, though she suspected it had been since shortly after the match had ended, considering that many of the players were still in their gear. She took a moment to take in the common room, admiring how it was so uniquely Gryffindor, just as her own seemed perfectly suited to her house. The room looked warm, with red and gold painting every inch of the room and a sultry amber glow from the raging fireplace. She almost wondered how the room had not come to be uncomfortably warm, considering the flames and the amount of people who had come to celebrate, but she knew better than to think too hard on it considering what school they were all attending–sometimes there was no answer to be found other than the understanding that magic did not see or respond to reason. 

They were greeted by George’s closest group of friends as he led them through the crowd, each of them clearly having begun their celebrations with the half-empty quart of fire whiskey on the table before them as they cheered upon the couple’s arrival. 

The girls were quick to pull her away from George, forcing her to join them on the plush, red velvet sofa and pressing a goblet into her hands. They bombarded her with questions about her relationship with George, questions that they had seemingly been waiting for them to be separated before they could be asked.

She felt her body burn with embarrassment as they pestered her, asking how far they had gone, if they were exclusive, and dozens of other questions that she had not expected to be asked. Her nerves were calmed, slightly, by the sight of George over Katie’s shoulder, his own gaze finding her easily through the crowd, and even more so as she drained her cup twice over and allowed Angelina to fill it up once more. 

Under the influence of her drink, she had found it easier to partake in their conversation, though she was still much more reserved than the other three. She had even gladly offered a cheerful hello to Hermione, who had made a point to come greet her, as well as Harry and Ron, who both seemed equally as surprised and amused at her uncharacteristic friendliness. Her eyes flickered up to where George had been standing all night, her heart dropping when she found the space empty. She whipped her head around, scanning the room with urgency. 

She felt a tap on her shoulder, whirling around to find Harry staring down at her with a glimmer of amusement in his green eyes, pointing over his shoulder, “I think he just went over there. By the punch bowl.”

She followed his gesture, eyes falling on his lanky figure among the crowd. She sighed, nodding at the younger boy in thanks as she turned to find George in the crowd once more. She narrowed her eyes as she found him once again, only this time, he was not alone. 

Her hand instinctively reached out to take hold of Alicia’s bicep, her grip firm as an iron shackle as her words cut through whatever story she’d been in the midst of telling, “Who is that?”

All three girls turned to follow her gaze, all sharing a glance of uncertainty as Katie responded, “Oh, um, that’s Ursula, Ursula Pots. She’s in our year.”

She clenched her jaw, “And who is she to George?”

If it hadn’t been for the alcohol, she would have been mortified at the idea of portraying such blatant jealousy in front of a group of people she barely knew, but her eyes narrowed nonetheless as an ugly green pit appeared in her belly. 

Angelina cleared her throat, “She’s fancied both of the twins since first year, but she definitely prefers George. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“No?” She asked, “you’re certain they’ve never…”

“George humours her from time to time, but they’ve only snogged once or twice,” Alicia yelped as Katie slapped her bicep, quickly correcting herself, “not since you two have been…you know, but–hey–”

She wasted not a single moment before she pushed herself off of the sofa, pushing her way through the crowd and ignoring the glares and shouts of protest as she shoved passed, tunnel vision focused solely on the flirtatious mannerisms of the girl standing in front of George and holding back the desire to wrap her fist into her curly blonde hair and yank it clean from her head. 

George caught the sight of her from the corner of his eye, taking a fair step back from Ursula as she sidled up next to him.

“Hi,” she greeted, though her tone was as monotonous as ever.

“Hi,” he responded, all-too-aware of the change in her demeanour; each time that he got closer to lowering her walls, something happened that only proved to reinforce them, “was wondering where you’d gone off to. Having fun?”

“I hadn’t moved all evening,” she pursed her lips, “but yes, I am having fun, thank you.”

The blonde girl cleared her throat, eyes narrowing at the close proximity of the pair. Her lips curled into a sickly sweet smile as her eyes snapped over to her, “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Ursula. Are you a friend of George’s?”

She scoffed, “Something like that.”

“I’ve never seen you around before,” she pressed, her tone condescending as the lie fell from her tongue, “have you just transferred?”

She gave her the very same, stern stare as before, “No, I haven’t. Perhaps we simply don’t have the same taste in friends.”

“Oh, well you must be in a different house, then. I did not think the other houses would be attending, it was a Gryffindor victory, after all.”

“I invited her,” George finally spoke up, his hand gracing her lower back.

“You did?” Her smile faltered for only a moment, “how nice. You’ve always been such a selfless person, George.”

He seemed taken aback, “I–”

“George, I’m tired,” she cut in, fury flooding through her veins.

He turned to stare down at her, “Oh, I can walk you back to–”

“I don’t think I’ll make it that far,” she shook her head, lips forming a pout, “could you take me to your bed?”

His face flooded with hot blood, pale flesh burning a deep scarlet red at her suggestion, “Are you…you’re sure?”

She nodded, lashes fluttering against her cheek as she took his hand in her own. He nodded, setting his own cup aside and leading her away without so much as a second glance at the blonde girl, whose own face was a matching shade of red as a result of her own anger. 

George led her to the staircase leading up to the boy’s dormitories, unintentionally making quite the scene as George’s close friends clapped him on the back and cheered him on. He shrugged off the attention, not wanting to let on about any part of their sexual relationship, ducking his head to hide his bashful smile as he led her up the stairs and quickly ushered her into the dorm that he shared with his twin and their mutual best friend, Lee.

He nervously kicked the small amount of clutter on the floor to be hidden beneath his four-poster bed, guiding her to sit on the edge of his mattress as he moved to his trunk, digging through his clothing and pulling out another one of his jumpers. 

“Here,” he handed it to her, “you can change into this, it will be more comfortable.”

She took the jumper, setting it aside and replacing it with his hand to pull him closer, “What if I don’t want to go to sleep yet?”

He furrowed his brow in confusion, “I thought you were tired.”

“And I thought that I wouldn’t last another moment speaking to Ursula,” she tilted her head, “I suppose we were both wrong.”

She pushed herself onto her knees, coming face-to-face with him. Her fingers traced over the delicate skin of his neck, one hand lacing through the ginger hair at the nape of his neck while the other slid over to grip his shoulder, finally pressing forward to capture his lips in a kiss. He grunted in surprise, her tongue slipping into his mouth with ease as she gently began to tug at the fabric of his jumper.

He pulled away in surprise, “We shouldn’t–”

“I want to,” she affirmed, “I’ve never wanted to more than I do now.”

“You’re drunk,” he shook his head, “let’s say, if you still want to tomorrow, I will gladly have you. For now, let’s go to bed. As much as I enjoyed having you with us today, I was beginning to wonder if I would ever have you all to myself again.”

“You always have me all to yourself,” she giggled, pressing another kiss to his lips, “I had fun today, surprisingly.”

“I’m glad. I had fun seeing you have fun,” he smiled, “and seeing you get jealous.”

“Jealous? Me?” She laughed, “you are too full of yourself, Weasley. I have nothing to be jealous of, you haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend.”

He raised a brow, “I suppose you’re right. How foolish of me. Would you–”

“Not now,” she huffed, “like you’ve pointed out, I am drunk. I would like to be sober when it happens.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he mused, “well then, would you get changed already? I’d like to go to bed.”

She laughed, glancing down at the jumper on the bed before moving her gaze back up to the awestruck brown eyes staring down at her. 

“Would you at least help me change?”

His eyes widened in surprise, but his grin only widened with mischief, “Well, if I must.”

[cepheusgalaxy]

"So, you wanna make them ace?"

Asexuality 101: Making your characters asexual

Indroduction: Ok, so, from what I've seen in fandom and in general, most people don't really know how to write an asexual character. Many just quit it and make them allosexual, others just struggle their way without having much of a guide. Prime example is Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, whom many people want to involve in sexual scenarios so they go with the "asexuality is a spectrum" route. Problem is, they don't understand how asexuality is a spectrum exactly and then they just end up writing their characters as allo. Now, how to avoid this? Teaching them!

If you're looking for a good way to get started with your own asexual oc, an ace headcanon or a media charater, I've got you! (i mention sex briefly here in some parts)

My credentials: I'm ace.

The basics

What is asexuality?

Asexuality is a sexual orientation that is generally defined by the lack of sexual attraction, or a very little amount of it. Sexual attraction is many times confused with libido, which is the sexual desire. Sexual attraction is more accurately, "the desire of having sex with this specific person." Therefore, some ace people do have a libido, and do want to have sex, but mostly are just not attracted to a person.

Myths and misconceptions

Asexuals can't have sex - as many shippers say, "asexuality is a spectrum", and while some aces don't have sex indeed, they can want it and have it as well. Person to person scenario

Asexuals don't know nothing about sex - unless the ace in question is a child, they probably may know, in fact, a lot. Many ace people like reading, watching or consuming smut, and by this and other means, even if they don't have sex themselves, they pretty much know how it is and how it works. Sex is everywhere, after all. Hard to miss

Asexuality is caused by trauma - it can be! Just not always, and most aces are simply born this way

Asexuality is a medical condition - much like homosexuality, asexuality is frequently treated as an illnes and many ace people are forced into conversion therapy. Some people also hold the belief that asexuality is caused by an anormality in a person's hormones, a mental illness, etc. But it is not true! Asexual people can obviously also be mentally ill in some way, but these are different things. It is just a sexual orientation like any other!

Asexuality is caused by HRT - hormone replacement therapy, ie. taking testosterone or estrogen, is one of the most common type of medical transition for trans people. Some hold the belief that taking hormones like those can "break" your sexuality (estrogen does sometimes decrease a person's libido, but it depends on the person's organism and it doesn't take your sexual attraction away from you), and turn you asexual

Asexuality is caused by autism - this myth may be originated from the fact that many autistic people are in fact asexual, or by the fact that both asexuals and autistic people tend to be infantilized a lot. However, as much as autistic people are very commonly also ace, asexuality is not, in fact, a symptom of autism

Basic terminology

Ace - short for "asexual".

Aro - short for "aromantic"; someone who experiences little to no romantic attraction, aka typically "doesn't fall in love".

Allo - somebody who does experience attraction. "Allosexual" is someone who is not asexual, and "alloromantic" is someone who is not aromantic.

Aspec - short for "a-spectrum". The a-spectrum is an umbrella term for anyone who is in any way ace, aro, aplatonic, afamilial, or other identities that fit here.

Acespec - short for "asexual spectrum/ace spectrum". It's a part of the a-spectrum and contemplates all asexuality.

Aesthetic attraction - finding someone pretty or beatiful, without necessarily wanting to have sex with them. Many ace people who didn't know they were ace report to having used to mistake it with sexual attraction.

Sensual attraction - similar to sexual attraction; the desire to touch someone, but without wanting to actuall have sex with them. Many ace people also confused this with sexual attraction.

Aphobia - discrimination against aspec people.

Amatonormativity- the belief that everybody is happier in a relationship, wether they want it or not, and should want and seek to be in one, and the general root of aphobia.

The Split Attraction Model

If you are looking on the ace community for a while, you might have heard of the split attraction model--if you haven't, here it is:

Image description: The Split Attraction Model, a cross chart inside a square, with four ends. The first end of the cross is labelled "ace", its opposite is labelled as "alloce", the third end is labelled as "alloro" and it's opposite is labelled as "aro". The section on the "alloro" and "ace" square is labelled "alloromantic asexual", the section in the "ace" and "aro" part is labelled "aromantic asexual", the section on the "alloro" and "alloce" square is labelled as "alloromantic allosexual" and the section on the "aro" and "alloce" section is labelled "aromantic allosexual". /end ID.

The split attraction model divides all orientations in four groups: The aroaces, the aroallos, the alloaces and the alloallos. It is usually shortened to "SAM".

Many people find this model useful, because it sorts your attraction into two groups: allo- and a-, and yes and no. It's simple and easy.

Many aces do not use this model to explain their attraction/lack thereof though! Hence the first distinction of aces we have here: SAM-aces and non-SAM-aces. Basically aces who use the Split Attraction Model and aces who prefer not to!

A non-SAM ace may define their asexuality as their romantic orientation as well, or label themselves differently altogether. While a SAM ace could call themselves an "asexual aromantic" or an "asexual alloromantic", a non-SAM ace could call themselves just "an asexual". In this case, they can be neither "alloro" nor "aro".

If your character is aware of their sexuality and identifies as ace, it's good to know wether they use the Split Attraction Model for themselves or not.

The spectrum

You may have heard that "asexuality is a spectrum" a thousand times, but what does it mean?

Just like "non-binary", "asexual" can be an identity on its own, but it is actually an umbrella term for a bunch of orientations. When we say that it is a spectrum, we are saying that there is Nuance. "Ace who doesn't date", "ace who dates", "ace who experiences just a little bit of sexual attraction", "aces who like sex" and so on. 'But Angel', you ask me, 'didn't you say that asexuality is when people don't have sexual attraction?' It can be! But there IS nuance, and that's what I am here to tell you.

There are two more factors beyond the SAM that you can consider:

"Are they sex repulsed, sex favorable, or sex neutral?"

Here is the "aces can still have sex" thing. A sex repulsed ace is probably what the majority of people think when they hear "asexual". It is an ace person who doesn't like sex. Doesn't want to have it, is disgusted by it, despises sexual intimacy, etc. They are the aces who tipically just don't want to have sex, and are very happy without it.

A sex favorable asexual is someone who likes it. Sure, they don't feel sexual attraction, but who's letting it stop them, right? They like sexual acts, they are fine and happy with having sex in general, and that's what the "aces can still have sex" point means. Yes, they can, if they want to! Maybe your character themself doesn't define themselves as neither repulsed nor favorable, but it's good to know what their instance on sex is.

Sex neutral asexuals are aces who are not repulsed by it, but are not really into it either. They may have sex, they may be fine with it, they may like it even, but they generally don't have a desire or strong feelings regarding it. It's just sex, after all.

Sex ambivalent asexuals are another thing I want to touch on. They are tipically aces whose instance on sex changes! Sometimes they may feel repulsed by it, sometimes they may want it, sometimes they may not care. They are neither strictly one, nor another. Their feelings change!

It's good to see where in this categorization your character or blorbo would be.

Inside the asexual spectrum, where do they stand?

If I were to represent the ace spectrum as a linear thing, I'd do it like this:

Image description: A linear representation of the asexual spectrum, in the shape of an arch. In one end, it is written "asexual", on the other, it is written "allosexual" and on the very middle, at the top of the arch, it is written "gray-asexual". /end ID.

or like this:

Image description: Another linear representation of the asexual spectrum. One of the ends is a black circle and the other is a white circle. Between them, a gradient goes from one circle to another, passing through different shades of gray. The black end is labelled as "asexual", the white end is labelled as "allosexual", and the gradient with shades of gray is labelled "different kinds of Gray-As". /end ID.

What is graysexual, you ask me? We all know that the world is not black-and-white, and as so, sexuality is also not. Grayace is a term for a person that is also asexual, but not strictly: that is, they are the "feels a little of sexual attraction" part of the spectrum. It is called like that because when we put asexual and allosexual in two ends of a spectrum, graysexuality stands in this gray area.

Gray sexuals may:

Experience sexual attraction only sometimes

Experience light sexual attraction

Experience sexual attraction under certain conditions in certain scenarios, for example, when they are already very intimate with a certain person

And many more! Graysexuality is on itself a spectrum, but having an idea of allosexual -> graysexual -> strictly asexual is already a good guide. Graysexuality can also be described as "having partial sexual attraction".

Fun fact about gray-aces: The asexual flag has four stripes; purple, white, gray and black. The purple stripe is meant to be a color signifier of the community, the white means allosexual, the gray means the gray aces and the black stripe represents people with strictly no sexual attraction. Hence the term "black stripe asexual" (which is not very popular but I personally like).

Micro-labels

You already have a basic understanding of the asexual spectrum and how it works, so you can think on where exactly in the spectrum your character/blorbo is. To help you out further, I present you the microlabels! Much like non binary is an umbrella term with many microlabels like genderqueer, xenogender and demigender, that help one explain their identity with more and more specific explanations, asexuals also have a lot of microlabels! Here are some:

Cupiosexual - asexual person that wishes to have a sexual relationship (example: i am cupioromantic person and i am basically a hopeless romantic and a yearner. cupiosexuality is similar, but with sex)

Gray sexual - asexual person with partial sexual attraction

Demisexual - asexual person who can only be attracted to people they already have a bond with

Abrosexual - person whose sexuality is fluid, and may be asexual at one time, bisexual at another, gay at another, etc.

Aceflux - asexual person whose sexuality changes, like abrosexual, but only between asexual identities

Aegosexual - asexual person who likes the idea of sex or fantasises about it, as long as it doesn't envolve them

Lythosexual - asexual person who is only sexually attracted to people they are not close with, and their sexual attraction fades out once the become closer

Myrsexual - asexual person that uses multiple asexual identities to describe their sexuality

Aroace - aromantic asexual person

Alloace - alloromantic asexual person

Apothisexual - sex-repulsed asexual person

These are not all micro labels in the asexual spectrum, but they are quite a lot. Maybe even if your charater is not sure if they are in a certain label or not, you may find them in some of these descriptions.

Links to resources with more microlabels: Tumblr post by @aroacesafeplaceforall (no images) /

/ A slightly longer list on asexuals.net (undescribed flags) /

/ Another guide for microlabels on lgbtqia.fandom.com (undescribed flags)

Bonus questions

Is it okay if I make my asexual character autistic? Is it not stereotyping? Yes, it's okay. There are actual asexual autistic people, and I'm sure they'd love to get represented as well!

Is it okay if I make my asexual character have sex? Is it not erasure? Yes, you can do that too! As long as it is where they stand in the spectrum (as explained in the topics above), you are doing a good thing by representing sex-favorable asexuals.

Do I have to make a romantic orientation for them too? No. Your character may be a non-sam ace, and identify as ace alone!

I heard that it is erasure if I make smut fanfic of ace character X. I don't get it how! While it is true many ace people have sex, many people when writing that just ignore their sexuality when writing/drawing smut of them! The spectrum is wide, so when you are doing that, remember where they stand on it.

Why can't I headcanon this ace character as allosexual? I headcanon straight characters as gay/bi/pan all the time and nobody says it's wrong! If people don't like my headcanon why can't they just look away? Because asexual people are a marginalized group, unlike straight people, so it is as okay to make them allo as it is to take an asian or black or jewish character and make them white. Because it is not just an individual headcanon; it's a part of a much bigger problem, and by avoiding headcanoning ace characters as allo, you are confronting your own internalized aphobia, which is a good thing! If you still want to make them have sex, well, that's what I made this guide for! So you can make them have sex as you wish without erasing their identity.

I am ace and am basing myself or my own experiences here. Is it okay if I...? The answer is generally yes. If you wanna write about a different ace experience than your own, a little bit of research won't hurt, though!

Is this enough for me to write my ace character? It is a start. This is a general guide, and there are some things I haven't touched on this guide (like aphobia) so I'd advice you to do more in-depth research on topics you want to focus more on, but this should get you pretty far.

Extra

"Is Alastor from Hazbin Hotel canonically ace or aroace?" (slightly related, because some people looking for this guide to write this guy might want to know this too)

Answer: link to a post clearing this up this with some sources. Short answer though, is that he is confirmed to be ace, not aroace.

"If I didn't understand something here, or I have more questions, can I ask you?"

Answer: Yes! You can reblog this post with questions, and my inbox is also open, and I make sure to always let anon on. I will be happy to help if I can.

"One of the image descriptions on this post was off or confusing, can you change it to X so it is better to understand it?"

Answer: Of course! I will need you to signal me in either the notes or in the inbox what I need to change, though.

"Are asexual people queer?"

Answer: Yes! Because the queer community, as the name suggests, is for people who are different, odd, and are not considered "normal" because of that. Asexual people are not a part of "the norm", because we don't feel sexual attraction, and therefore, we, and by extension your ace characters too, are queer.

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yandere Katherine Pierce (romantic)

Katherine is extremely cunning and manipulative. She’s quick to use whatever or whoever she needs to to get what she wants. When it comes to her obsession she’d only be all the more ruthless in whatever means she needs to use or go through to claim what rightfully belongs to her. She carries absolutely no shame nor remorse in what she has to do or who she has to use to meet her end goal. No matter what’s been done or who’s been hurt along the way so long as she has what she wants at the end of the day then that’s all that matters.

Her possessiveness knows no bounds. Her darling belongs to her and only her. If they have any autonomy over themself whatsoever it is solely because Katherine allows it otherwise they may as well have her name carved into their skin and a collar around their neck.

She doesn’t take too well to other people looking at her darling, even if it’s just briefly in her darling’s direction, she greatly despises it but she can deal with it so long as they don’t touch what belongs to her. Now, when it comes to her darling looking at other people, Katherine has absolutely no tolerance for it. Whoever they’ve looked at or locked eyes with will surely be dead in no time. Sometimes, Katherine takes action right away and goes as far as killing whoever earned her darling’s glance right in front of them, then and there, reminding them of the only one they should ever be looking at. Or Katherine will deal with things well after the fact, on her own and away from her darling, as well as away from any other prying eyes. It depends on the situation at hand and how much it really bothers her or if her darling is in some real need of a punishment/reminder of their place.

She can certainly be petty and never forgets the face of someone who’s earned her wrath. Whether someone has very much so wronged her or they just so happened to cross her on a bad day, Katherine won’t let anything slide. Not really, at least. She may say she will but she never forgets, let alone forgives. Her darling is one of the few who she can bring herself to let get away with something here and there on the occasion but again she never truly forgets anything. Ever. And it will most definitely be brought up again at some point whether as leverage or as an excuse for punishment, not like Katherine really needs an excuse.

Where Katherine’s darling would be severely punished and never allowed to interact with anyone ever again if they were to even so much as strike a friendly conversation with someone else, Katherine would still freely seduce and flirt with whoever. Whether she needs to for whatever plan she has at the time or to merely make her darling jealous and rile them up for fun. Katherine will either justify her actions or not at all and gaslight her darling to hell and back, there’s no in between. She loves to play with her darling, especially when it comes to playing mind games. No matter how her darling feels about her afterward, they still belong to her and she won’t let them forget it.

Even if her darling were to try to leave, she wouldn’t allow it. She doesn’t care too much about how they feel towards her but at the end of the day they are hers and hers alone. So what they want doesn’t matter, not really. If she wants to toy with them for all eternity then that’s exactly what she’ll do. They are hers to treat and do with as she pleases, if she wants them to be her glorified toy than so be it.

As much as she does treat her darling as her plaything, Katherine is quite fond of them in her own way. They are her favorite amongst a number of other playthings she’s had in the past. She wouldn’t have kept them around for so long if she didn’t hold some attachment to them. Especially given how close she keeps them, nearly attached to the hip in some instances but always close by regardless.

Katherine isn’t necessarily the best at showing her love or care for someone but she does have her own way of going about it. The devil is in the details as they say and hers is in the little things she does for her darling. It isn’t often but she will go out of her way once in awhile to do something for her darling. Even if it is pretty small. At least the times when she does something without making it a big deal cause you know she does that too. But the times she really means it are the times she doesn’t boast about it at all. Like, the handful of times the two of you have stayed in, together. No running, no manipulating, no trying to survive the night. Just you and her spending some much needed one on one time together. Those mean the most. It’s either the two of you being out all the time or you’re left home under lockdown while she goes out to do god knows what. In the time the two of you have been together there hasn’t been much time just you and her together without an overwhelmingly amount of stuff going on around you.

As much as she won’t openly admit it, Katherine does adore these little moments just you and her. Especially with a mortal darling I think these moments would really bring out a bit of a softer side to Katherine the more often they happen. She’s still her very snarky and assertive self but she ever so slowly allows herself to relax and bask in the quiet moments with you. They don’t last long though, not much lasts long when you’re on the run from Klaus after all.

It may not seem like it on the surface but there isn’t too much that Katherine does without reason. She may not share it but she has a reason for a number of the things she does and for the lengths she goes. Especially when it comes to her darling. At first, she started out only ever looking out for herself but now that’s not exactly the case anymore. She isn’t surviving entirely on her own anymore; whether she’s taken her darling on the run with her or not, Katherine does keep them in mind when she does anything now that she’s made them a part of her life. Even if she’s had to abandon them, leaving her darling behind or maybe she hasn’t been able to take them with her just yet, either way her absence won’t be for too long. She’ll come back for her darling. Whether you’re immortal or not Katherine will come back for you.

[astrologylunadream]

How Your Person Would Describe You🍨🗣💭 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream🖤 In this reading you will find how your person would talk about you/describe you to others.

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Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of that beautiful person on your mind, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling drawn to~💭

Pile 1🧁

Pile 2🍨

Pile 3🐈‍⬛

Pile 4👛

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 👀

Pile 1🧁

Sign energy: Water, Fancy, Hair, Avoidance, Options, Chiron, Pisces, 8th house, Vertex, Mercury,🙅‍♂️🏚🟧🧖‍♀️

🖤Your person's energy: I'm sensing that this is an emotional individual, even if they don't show it. They might be more serious to others, but they have feelings themselves. Dominant energy of Pisces, Scorpio, Virgo and Gemini, for some of you pisces mercury or chiron conjunct mercury is significant. I feel like they have a closed off demeanor and some people may expect them to be cold or in a bad mood. This person likely changes their hair a lot, could be drastically like the color. Their hair may be very attractive to you😍 Your person may often avoid things they aren't ready for, not necessarily indecisive but just very avoidant. This could be because they have been through a lot of damage in the past, they have a lot of emotions built up and they have been hurt with others words.😥 They may not enjoy classy events or that could be a regular thing for them that they can't stand. Because I'm picking up for some of you this person is higher class. The color orange may be significant. For some of you this person is avoiding you, I'm hearing they're running out of options take what resonates whatever that means for you. You have a deep attraction and infatuation with this person, but I'm getting that they are more so reserved when it comes to intimate relationships. So they push back a bit if you approach them, They're a heavy thinker and may expect issues to occur if they get involved in a romantic connection. They get lost in their thoughts sometimes, but they have a really aesthetic voice.💗

💬How they would describe you: Energy, Mindfulness, Decay, Lilith, Tears, Fire, 1st house, 2nd house, Virgo, Pluto, 🟩🫂🥱🎸 Okay so your person would describe you as someone who has a very bright and youthful vibe to them, and there's a spark of determination in your eyes. They would say you also have a witty and sharp mind, they feel as if you outsmart them. They're kind of jealous of you for it. But they think you are too hard on yourselves, and it tears them apart on the inside. Maybe you judge yourself too hard? They would say they want to give you good vibes and recharge your happiness.🤗 When you enter the room, your energy just radiates to them. I feel like they would tell others how sweet you are.💓 They would like to say you seem really smart, actually. They bet many people are jealous of your abilities. To be honest, they would say the way your mind works scares them a little, but it also makes you very attractive.😳 they would feel like your words could pierce into their soul, and get kind of intimidated. They don't know for sure, but something about you is just captivating. They would describe you as someone you would want to hug, especially when you're feeling down or low on energy. That you have a strong approach to the world, and put your best foot forward. They don't know what to expect from you at the moment, not exactly warmed up to you yet. Your person might need more time to analyze you, and see what you're truly all about.🔍🩷

💌Messages from your person: You need me now, They know, We were meant to be, Again and again, Let me adore you (How sweet🥺💞) Extra cards: Abandonment, Soft spot, Tight, Vent, Love song

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🩷

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Pile 2🍨

Sign energy: Outfit, Harm, Swim, Closed, Fake smile, Uranus, Venus, 9th house, 1st house, Jupiter, 🎭🦴👰‍♀️💭

🖤Your person's energy: For this pile I am sensing someone physically bigger, they have an outward vibe to them. I feel like your person just fills the room with their aura, they could be charismatic or seem that way to you. Dominant signs are Aquarius, Taurus, Libra, Sagittarius, Aries and Pisces energy. They dress very individually, I'm hearing no one in your circle dresses the way they do. It's definitely something thay catches your eye, they have a very specific style that's unique and fresh😎 Your person may be very drawn to foreigners especially females from a different background from them, maybe they wish to marry someone from a different country or language?💍🫢 Your person has a pretty smile, they smile a lot and many people adore their smile. Swimming could be a hobby for them or maybe their field of work for some of you. I feel like this person puts on a social face, they could be really good at hiding their emotions. You may imagine yourself with this person a lot, but they get a lot of female attention.👀 Physically they are attractive and well dressed. Your person is very social, they may not necessarily want to be but since they recieve so much attention it is hard to avoid.💬💫 For some of you this person is more of an introvert with a lot of friends. Your person has a very broad selection of clothing styles, they like trying out new things. Very expirimental person, they also have great bone structure I'm hearing.💪

💬How they would describe you: Rise, Surface, Focus, Queen, Danger, Uranus, Aries, Jupiter, 5th house, 9th house,👸⬜️🧣🙃 Ohh okay this is very interesting, so your person would describe you as someone very attractive😆 It's not like they're flirting about it but they do see you as someone very romantically magnetic, you have charms about you that they think many people would adore. So your person would also describe you as a unique and empowered person, but I definitely think if you asked them what they think of you the first thing that comes to mind would be your physical traits🫦♨️ Yesss your person would think that first when it comes to you. But also they would say you have a lot of drive and determination for enhancing your experiences in life, they would say you are fun-loving and unpredictable.❤️‍🔥 Also that you put a lot into your love life, some of you may want to date around and explore your possible romantic adventures and your person sees that as a part of your personality and who you are. They would describe you as a creative and entertaining person to be around, someone who knows how to enjoy themselves.🥳 You are a huge focus to this person too omg, they're really interested in you I'm hearing. They would say that they're curious and you, and willing to see what you're about. They also would say that you're a little wild and untamed, but also untouchable in a powerful way.👑💗 Your person would see you as your own queen/king, someone with a sense of self worth and achievement.👏

💌Messages from your person: Stop thinking about me, I'm so into you, Whatever works for you, Anything for you, I'm desperate (Omg whaaat😢💞) Extra cards: Last, Creativity, Hate, Medication, Alice in wonderland

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🩷

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the sundae emoji~🍨 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🌸

Pile 3🐈‍⬛

Sign energy: Long, Girlfriend, Perfect, Intellectual, Reach out, Cancer, Mars, South node, Saturn, North node,💆‍♀️♎️😭🧩

🖤Your person's energy: Oh so someone is definitely on their toes in this connection, like holding onto it so much😫✊️ Prominent signs are Cancer, Aries, Scorpio, Capricorn and Aquarius. Libra may be significant, that is the sign of relationships too.😮💞 Your person has a very soft energy to them, but also very capable like they are not a helpless or dependent kind of person. This relationship could feel somewhat out of reach to you or them, like there is just so much going on right now for you both. You may view them as an ideal romantic partner, or they have many traits you want in a lover. Definitely a more feminine and sweeter energy.💌🌸 Some of my pile 3's are dating this person, because I'm definitely getting this mutual loving and romantic interest from both sides. You may be madly in love with this person or they may be madly in love with you.😍 The intimacy from them could be the best you have had if you've been intimate with them. Your person is so caring for you though, like they want to protect you and give you comfort and love.🫂😇🥰 Your person is quite smart too, they are clever and think things through. Someone in this connection is trying to reach out or has been for a while, not giving up I'm hearing.😢 My pile 3's and their person are so cute togetherrr. They just fit with you in every way, feeling like your other half. The perfect boyfriend/girlfriend I'm hearing, it is likely this is the person you will start a family/share a home with!!

💬How they would describe you: Decision, Fashion, Surrender, Bedroom, Punish, Sun, Lilith, 1st house, 4th house, 12th house,👥️❤️‍🩹😘💭 Wow I was not expecting this, my pile 3's your person is just omg🥵 They would describe you as well dressed and hot, like you look good in your clothes😳 They would see you as someone more submissive and delicate, especially if you two are alone together. Your person would call you cute and hot at the same time (other things too I won't go into all that in this reading😭). They would say that you're good at like choosing the best options for yourself, lol maybe they think you made a good decision by choosing them?😂 Haha that's cute and I feel like your person would say you know right from wrong pretty well, you have a good sense of justice. But omg they would say you are physically attractive like they want to pin you down that's how attractive you are to this person🫣❤️‍🔥 Your person would say you're like home to them, a safe place for them to turn to. They want to punish you in a romantic sense (only if you want that I'm getting), I'll leave it to Interpretation but yeah a lot of intimate descriptions about you🔞 They would call you a dreamy and spiritual person and they really like that about you too. You are someone soft and so lovable to them, they would say you are theirs omg. They love the way you dress, you are someone they want to hug and hold aww. They would say you're someone they think about a lot, omg I'm hearing "this is the person I love" like that is how they would describe you my pile 3's!!🥰💗

💌Messages from your person: Let's listen to music together, Thinking of you, Anything for you, Keep going, With you. (So much thinking of you lol so sweet🥺💖) Extra cards: Poker face, Throne, Extreme, Alice in wonderland, Cold (Maybe some of you guys are somewhere where the temperatures are really low rn since it's winter during this reading.❄️)

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🩷

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the black cat emoji~🐈‍⬛ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🌸

Pile 4👛

Sign energy: Love song, Surprise, Desperation, Bad habit, Gossip, Juno, Mercury, 8th house, Taurus, Mars, ♀️💄🤦‍♂️🫱

🖤Your person's energy: Okay there is a lot of talk centered around this person, my pile 4's your person is on many people's minds I'm getting.💭👀!! There are main energies of Gemini, Virgo, Scorpio, Taurus and Aries. I feel like this person is kinda like a forbidden fruit to you guys, like you shouldn't take the bite but you're really tempted. Maybe they're said to be bad or dangerous, like you may just get this vibe from them that's like bad news. Your person may wear makeup or you tend to wear a lot around them.💋💄 Omg I feel like your person is the type that others think they are wearing makeup even when they aren't, their bare face is really attractive to you.😳 You may have a habit of falling back into this connection, there is definitely a cycle happening with this person. Particularly feminines are talking about your person a lot, and masculines are like talking bad about them that's what I'm picking up on. There may be gossip about you and this person, I think a lot of people are jealous of your person and the way they think and communicate themselves in a powerful and magnetic way.🖤 You may be desperate to talk to them, some of you want to marry this person. I can definitely feel that they are tired of what everyone is saying about them, there may be some gossip going around about you too. Your person is actually really genuine, if they like you they won't be fickle about it. They may be very honest or direct in their romantic relationships. Also they don't like gossip and rumors I'm hearing.

💬How they would describe you: Happiness, You, Dating, Worthy, Warm, Lilith, 12th house, Cancer, Aquarius, 1st house,💥🤫🗿🤤 So they would describe you as someone they care about omg🥺🩷 You make them happy and feel safe. They would say you are a good friend (maybe some of you are friends with this person) and also good to your friends. They would say you radiate a warm caring energy, some of my pile 4's are dating this person on the low🫢🗣 Your person would say you have the most comforting hugs, so warm and loving. They would describe you as a very spiritual and intuitive person, diving into the darkest depths of unknown and somewhat taboo or strange topics. Your appearance is comforting and sweet to them, and they would say you are so worthy of their time and love.💗 They would call you a unique and soft individual, something about you is so special to them. They would say you are someone they want to date, and stay with for a long time.😍💋 Your person would also say you confuse them in many ways too haha, you have a mysterious allure they can't seem to figure out.🧠✨️ Your person would describe you as friendly and sweet. They would say they can count on you with whatever they need, because you're reliable to them. Your presence alone would make them feel safe and at ease, omg you really just make their day I'm hearing.☀️ They could probably list a thousand positive traits of yours, that's how much they enjoy your existence lol. I just love your person's opinion on you guys, it's so supportive and loving😭💖

💌Messages from your person: You're ready for me, My one and only, Please don't love anyone else, Why so serious? I knew you would feel this way. (For some of you in this pile, this person definitely knows how you feel about them!! Any of my pile 4's date this person?😘 Cuz like they know you love them🤣🤣) Extra cards: Comfort, Escape, Locked, Money, Habits

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[livings-easy]

Western/Tropical Aquarius Observations

(Aquarius here refers to those with Aquarius in the big three or Aquarius stellium) Most of this is personal/anecdotal.

I’ve known a lot of Aquariuses in my time, and no two were exactly alike. They have their own unique energy signature. Not the easiest sign to pick up on. Funnily enough, this contrasts to its sister sign Leo. Like, if you see a Leo, you KNOW that’s a Leo.

Strong/pronounced facial features. Good eyebrows.

Don’t follow trends. My Aquarius roommate would wear bedazzled pants from 2015 she didn’t gaf.

One of the only superficial traits they all seem to have in common is “coolness.” They are by no means cold but they aren’t emotionally reactive either.

Surprisingly partial to romance; they frequently date casually and may keep romantic partners for years. The key to a successful relationship is each party keeping their own identity; maybe this is why they are so romantically successful.

I’ve never been with an Aquarius sexually or romantically but I notice that a lot of them are somewhat prudish. Let me explain: a lot them are willing to speak about sex, and may do so frequently, but they will do it in very plain and matter of fact terms. However, they don’t like talking about their own interpersonal sexual experiences.

They work a lot, and not necessarily because they have to. Almost all Aquarius people I know started working as soon as possible, even those who came from wealthier families. Might lie about their age to work, work multiple jobs. Have varied work experience or will commute a long way for work. That’s not to say they are guaranteed hard workers lmao…but they’ll be on the pay roll.

Speaking of which, they like to pay for other people. I went to lunch with an Aquarius coworker and she picked up the tab. It wasn’t cheap either.

They work well with children (daycare, babysitter) but they DO NOT like them lmao.

Good under pressure, but they don’t seek out stressful situations.

Not afraid to leave a conversation or situation if it’s boring them.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

https://www.tumblr.com/seeingteacupsindragons/785376881585291264/me-i-hope-theres-sherliam-this-chapter-for-pride

does Sherlock really say “romantic partner”? 😳 sorry, I haven’t read part 2 but if this is a step further in their relationship I’m all ears

Yes and no.

Regardless, I don't think this is a step further in their relationship.

Firstly, the context: Roylett caught Sherlock and Fred with Helen while they were investigating, and asked who he was and what he was doing there, and to step away from his daughter.

Sherlock starts talking about how he's an architect, and then, completely of his own volition, does this:

Like, I don't think it actually matters what words came out of his mouth, he's pretty clearly going, "Don't worry, I'm married," from body language alone, yeah?

Now, of course, this is his familiar old skull ring:

(Let's ignore the fact that it should really be quite loose on that finger)

He then claims his name is "Scott." Which we also find out later is...not exactly a lie, actually.

Anyway.

As for what Sherlock says here...it's not specific to romance, but it is a word for love.

Fun With Linguistics Time:

私には愛する伴侶がおります。

Watashi niwa aisuru hanryo ga orimasu.

Watashi: You know what "Watashi" means, don't you? It's a personal pronoun. It means "I." It is, however, not the one Sherlock typically uses. It's much more formal and polite than the way Sherlock normally speaks. Again, he's playing a part here.

Niwa: Particle. Just indicating that Sherlock is both the subject of the sentence and the target/owner of the verb.

Aisuru: Perhaps you are more familiar with this as "aishiteru"? "Ai" means love in Japanese. It's most commonly translated as "in love with," but Japan has a different word for specifically romantic love—that is...not used in confessions, like ever. It could be. But it's...not. Unless maybe they really don't get the point or are trying to be very. Clear. But "ai" is not usually the "confession" word either except in extremely soppy confessions in fiction. It's not used very often in Japanese, because it's an all-encompassing sort of love, a deep and overflowing and unspecific sort of love. It's too unreserved for Japanese people to use much. It's often tied to the concept of "agape." But again, not necessarily, and the second definition in 辞書 is pretty much always "sexual love."

So that's the word Sherlock is using.

Hanryo: Partner, companion, spouse. A companion with whom you go through life.

Ga: Particle, indicating this Love Partner is the thing being Verbed.

Orimasu: Be, exist.

So. "For me a Love Spouse exists."

And then he immediately goes, "Please God don't know that I'm a famous woman-hater."

Look. He's saying he's happily married, okay, ergo, Roylett doesn't have to worry about him in proximity to his daughter.

But he is also saying that he truly, deeply loves someone with whom he spends his life as he shows off a ring as a promise.

Yes, it was a lie. But it also...wasn't. After all, "Scott" is part of his name, too, just cleverly rearranged to pretend to be someone he's not. And, well. Also the name William is using.

We saw them get married already. This isn't news. I don't think this is a step further in their relationship. It just pleased me deeply.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hii i’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not but if you areeee

Can you write smth about Ford x reader where they obviously got a crush on each other (but they dont confess they’re shyly dumb) but the crush got bigger bc reader decides to peck Ford on the cheek as a “Thank you” bc he helped them with smth, yanno yanno :33

Ps: I really really love your writing waaa keep up the good work!!

The crush you harbour on Ford and him on you was the least subtle thing ever, everyone could see the way you looked at each other as though the other hung the stars in the sky; you were both smitten kittens but were too scared to admit it for one reason or another.

You didn’t know when exactly you started having a crush on Ford, you merely assumed that was always the case ever since you met the man with the beautiful brown eyes, and you were perfectly content with that but what you weren’t content with was how everyone wanted you to confess.

‘He doesn’t like me like that, I’m not sure he likes anyone within a romantic aspect.’ You’d use as your excuse whenever anyone brings up the fact that you had yet to bear your heart to Ford.

‘Then you haven’t seen the way he looks at you.’ They’d respond and you could only look at them as though they’ve grown a second head. However they spoke the truth as Ford was equally as infatuated with you and would find himself pushing back the work he didn’t think required all his attention, all in favour of spending time with you whether it be star gazing or anomaly hunting.

Ford couldn’t remember the last time he felt light on his feet, head in the clouds and as though he was thirty years younger then he actually was and it was all thanks to you. While he wants to confess he found himself unable to do so when he looked into your eyes and found everything he could ever wish for within them; only to end up speechless as your eyes flickered with multiple emotions at once as he remained stood still as a statue, staring at you with a fondness within his eyes as you spoke random things to fill the silence.

This half attempts to confess -or lack there of an attempt- was enough to annoy the people close to you both as Stanley wants to put his head through a wall, Dipper vowed to himself to never be this bad and Mabel was on the verge of screaming at you both to kiss and get it over with at this point; the slow burn was killing her with how hesitant or chocked up you both become in each others presence.

They just wanted you two to cut the bullshit and start being a couple, solely just to make up for the months they’ve all have to suffer from seeing you both obviously pine for one another.

So currently you and Ford were looking for a so called ‘flying pig that may or may not be waddles parent or ancestor’ as Mabel had said to you both that very morning. So when Ford asked dipper if this was true, you swore you’ve never seen a boy sweat as much as Dipper did when he tried his hardest to convince you both that such a creature exists within the woods; you and Ford shared a look that spoke your unwillingness to believe, before agreeing to go out and look for this flying pig that may or may not be waddles’s ancestor.

‘Even if this flying pig is waddles’s ancestor, wouldn’t waddles also have wings by that logic?’ You asked.

‘Not necessarily my dear as the wings could be a hereditary trait that can skip multiple generations and appear in someone later down the line.’ Ford replied as he pushed up his glasses that were slipping down his nose, ‘however even I have to admit that this flying pig phenomena being real is slim to none despite everything else we’ve encountered here.’ He adds and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Then the billboard should read as this: Gravity falls, we’ve got everything to satisfy a diehard supernatural fanatic, just no flying pigs.’ You said in a goofy voice as you playfully nudge Ford in the side as he smiled softly, looking at you and feeling his heart become full; but before he could say anything a demonic squeal echoed throughout the forest causing you both to stop just as the birds stopped chirping.

Ford instinctively stood in front of you protectively as you tried to deduct where the blood curdling squeal came from. ‘What was that?’ You whispered my resting your chin on Ford’s shoulder as he reached for the gun at his hip upon instinct.

‘No clue dearest but I believe we might’ve found our anomaly.’ Ford replied lowly for only you to hear, only for the sound of wings beating filled your ears as a plump silhouette of a winged creature could be seen from a distance. You couldn’t help stop yourself from commenting ‘that could be a thousand things before it could be a flying pig-‘ just before you could finish the sentence the plump silhouette must’ve spotted you as it started flying towards you both at high speed; it was downright frighting.

‘FLYING PIG!’ You screamed the moment the figure got close enough to identify as both yourself and Ford ran began to run away from it as fast as your legs could carry you. ‘And here I thought Mabel had eating too much of that edible glitter and hallucinated.’ You added as Ford quickly took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as he pulled you with him to hide behind a random tree, pulling you in close to his chest where you could hear his heart against your ear.

The demonic flying pig flew past you and it was them did you notice how massive those wings were for a creature that was of the same size of an average adult pig, but still it was scary to see a pig with teeth as sharp as razors; what was even more scary was the fact that pigs would eat anything and everything. You cuddled up closer to Ford instinctively as he held you close in order to comfort you. ‘It’s okay my dear, it’s gone now.’ He whispered against your head, kissing it as his hands rubbed up and down your back. ‘It must’ve gotten mad that we were within its territory and felt the need to scare us off.’

‘Well consider this officially scared off.’ You muttered against his turtlenecks finding the honest comfort and protection within his scent as you allowed it to invade your senses.

‘We’ll go back home and forget that we were almost flying pig food and watch some movies while drinking hot chocolate. How does that sound my dear?’ Ford asked and before his brain could comprehend what had happened, you had kissed his cheek and Ford felt his cheeks blossom with heat and his eyes widened.

‘That sounds perfect as long as I’m with you to do all of that of course.’ You replied softly as you looked at Ford with a soft, almost pleading expression and Ford felt his resolve crumble to dust as he averts his gaze from you.

‘I would love nothing more my dear.’ He admits and you were quick to clutch his hand in yours and drag him from your hiding place and begin your walk back to the shack, all the while keeping your wits about you in regards to one flying demon pig. ‘Then it’s a date!’ You exclaimed as you could hear Ford choke on nothing behind you, which only made you smile.

You’ll tell Mabel that you didn’t see a flying pig, but got a date out of trying to make up for the disappointment.

[shaunamilfman]

yellowjackets + affection headcanons

pairing: Shauna Shipman x r, Jackie Taylor x r, Lottie Matthews x r, Natalie Scatorccio x r note: seperatelyyyyy.

Shauna Shipman

very subtle demonstrations of affection. she’s definitely not a fan of over-the-top displays of PDA, preferring to express her feelings through her actions. show, don’t tell type.

does a lot of small things like making your favorite meal, leaving you little notes, and letting you pick what to watch even if it’s not your turn.

a lot of what she does isn’t especially romantic in nature, though it’s not to say that she doesn’t have her moment, but it’s always demonstrative that you’re special to her in some way or another.

very clingy, but not necessarily in public. she really likes to sit flush against you on the couch, the entirety of her side pressed against yours as she rests her head against yours. 

she’s a big fan of just laying together, even if you’re not necessarily intending on going to sleep. running her fingers across your skin absentmindedly as you lay together on the couch.

gives you compliments almost as if they’re an afterthought, but they’re always so sincere that you know she’s put actual thought into them even if she pretends otherwise.

drunk Shauna or jealous Shauna is all over you, though. she sees someone breathe in your direction and nearly jumps the couch to get over to you.

she’s so protective of you, even over the smallest things. imagined injustices are too much for her. tell her Nat was mean to you in a dream, and her ass is glaring at her the next time she sees her.

she’s always watching you in one way or another. sometimes it’s because she's being possessive, but she mostly just likes to know that you’re okay. any time you’re separated at the same event, you can relax knowing Shauna knows exactly where you are at any moment.

Shauna Shipman will not forget a date. she knows every milestone of your relationship and could list off the day they happened. she’s kind of cheating because her ass is going straight home and writing in her journal about it the day it happens, so she can always check back to the date.

Jackie Taylor

likes to make your life easier any way she can. unfortunately, Jackie’s ideas of what would make your life easier aren’t always exactly true. but she’s trying, and that’s the important part, right? sure, you spent twenty minutes trying to figure out how she reorganized your kitchen, but she did it with love.

queen of PDA. she’s all over you all the time. her ass will climb you like a tree in public. absolutely does not understand that there’s a time and a place for all that, but who would want her to?

always, always, always holding your hand. tries to pull your hand off the wheel at every single stoplight because it’s been sooooo long. kisses your cheek any time you’ve done anything that made her even the slightest bit happy, or also just because. she’s not picky.

no one on Earth will talk you up more than Jackie Taylor. she’s showering you with compliments, both to your face and to anyone who will listen to her talk about you. they’re all so genuine too.

plans the most complex dates you’ve ever seen. truthfully, they’re mostly for her own benefit, but you always have a good time anyway. she will expect to hear how impressed you were with whatever she planned out at length. she needs the reassurance.

so physically affectionate. hand-holding where she just plays with your fingers while watching TV. anytime you’re lying down, trust that Jackie will be climbing on top of you and staying there. falls asleep on top of you, and you’re stuck there till she wakes up.

listens very intently whenever you talk, but eventually her eyes always end up falling to your lips. she’s just a girl.

she’s so playfully mean to you. always gently poking fun at something you’re doing as she skips up next to you and presses the entirety of her body against your back.

so incredibly possessive. god forbid you even look in someone else's direction or it’s on. as much as she craves your attention on her all the time, it truly is just the way she cares for you.

quality time!!! your ass isn’t going anywhere.

Lottie Matthews

Lottie’s trying to get you lore dropping on the first date for sure. she’s very emotionally aware and enjoys the intimacy of sharing secrets and feelings between the two of you.

loves to take care of you. she hates when you’re sick but also loves to smother you in love and care whenever you are. definitely confesses it to you guiltily one day like it’s a grievous sin.

stocks her cabinets with things that you like. walking around the store with a little list of everything she’s ever seen you eat before you stay over for the first time.

forces the nastiest herbal teas on you for your "health.”.

gives you so many gifts. most of them are just small little trinkets that remind her of you, but they’re always so thoughtful in nature. remembers anything you’ve ever mentioned being interested in or looked at when out at shops.

the type to drop in while you’re studying all day with a snack because she knows you forgot to eat. pulling you out of your chair to get up and dance with her because you haven’t moved from your desk in four hours. pulling your headphones off your ears and dragging you to bed because you have to get up in six hours.

she’s so physical touch. Lottie’s always touching you in some way or another. just small touches mostly: brushes of her fingers across her arm as you walk past her, fingers intertwined as you walk around whatever market she’s dragged you to today, her thumb against your face as she rubs off the tiniest speck of dirt, brushing hair out of your face as you talk animatedly.

good luck getting Lottie’s head off of your shoulder. doesn’t matter if you’re standing or laying down. she’s zeroing in on it immediately.

Natalie Scatorrcio

not traditionally affectionate in the slightest. she’s very awkward with it at the best of times. epitome of like, “I dunno, you’re cool, or whatever,” while kicking the toe of her shoe against the dirt and avoiding eye contact. does not have any experience with giving or receiving affection at all.

she blushes to her ears at even the slightest hint of love or care once you get closer. girl does not know what to do with herself; she's so stressed.

it takes forever for Nat to tell you anything personal about her life. so when she finally does start talking that vulnerability is a major sign of her affection for you.

quality time where you sit together and do separate things. sitting on opposite sides of the couch while Nat keeps sneaking looks at you whenever she thinks you’re not paying attention.

she’s not great at comforting you while you’re upset, but she’ll always listen for as long as you want to talk about it.

so incredibly loyal and protective. she’s not even letting rightful criticism of you go. at least when other people say it. argues with someone for twenty minutes about something you did, but the second you’re alone she’s like, “that was so lame.”

she’s really physically affectionate in public, but not in the traditional sense. bumps your shoulders together a lot while giving you that crooked grin of hers, taps her foot against yours under the table, that sort of thing. in private, I think she would like more full-body contact stuff like cuddling than handholding or stuff of that nature.

Nat’s the type to drop you off at the front of the store when it’s raining while she parks the car. always walks on the curbside of the sidewalk so that car “hits her instead." always tries to open the door for you even when it’s inconvenient (think rushing around the car).

definitely the type to present you with pretty rocks she found and grins stupidly whenever she sees it sitting on a shelf at your place.

likes to try to fix things around your house.

[tiamathh]

How do they Remember You?

Note: Hi!! I'm back with another PAC :P Hope you like it! Please Like, Reblog and comment, if you do/if it resonates. Btw some of the likes are tough so like goodluck T_T. DO NOT REWORD, STEAL, PLAGIARISE, REPOST MY WORK!!

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Masterlist <3

Pile 1

Hi Pile 1! Okay, you may not have had the cleanest break with whomsoever you are asking about. To begin with, this person remembers you as a bad lesson in their life I'm getting "bad news", they remember you as someone who was very blocked and stunted creatively and intuitively, someone who is not that passionate or fun and is very hesitant to do anything or even interact with them. Damn, this person has a bone to pick, they think you moved on from them too fast and don't know who you are. They remember you as someone who wastes not only money but also your talents and your potential, and when they reminisce they think you were overly infatuated with them not necessarily romantically, just in a clingy way I got, "for someone this clingy you sure moved on fast" oof.

They were definitely hung up on you for longer than you thought about them post leaving or the falling out happening. They remember you as a hopeless romantic who could easily get swept off their feet, may think you are "easy" ew I don't like that word that's mean asl. They could also remember you as someone who gives up easy and is very weak or timid about their beliefs and views, someone who can't stand their ground.

I am also feeling a burning in my chest (not a heartburn) but this person has strong STRONG feelings either one of you could have strong fire energy too, but you are kind of etched in their memory for better or for worse. I am also getting "barren field" if this is relevant for anyone, like you burnt everything they had and then just left them with nothing. They do remember you with good characteristics too I'm getting, thinking you were grounded and humble and stable with your career, knowing what you want and being thoroughly planned out.

Pile 2 (Fun fact while typing 2 I accidentally typed W which is exactly what this pile is)

Hello pile 2, this person thinks the World of you, whoever you are asking about, you made a very big and positive impact on their life and how they were shaped. Your image in their mind is one of royalty, they hold you in high regards still and remember you as a mother figure, someone warm and welcoming, who was there for them when others were not, someone with overflowing femininity and warmth who had the beauty to match it, I see someone with beautiful shiny hair that sways as the light hits it just right.

They remember you as someone who not only had a lot of luck, but also someone who brought a lot of joy and love with you wherever you went, they remember you as a karmic connection to them, destined to happen and end but some of the best moments they may have in life, I heard "taught me how to love", I'm kinda tearing up randomly, they may miss you a lot, especially your smile and your eyes.

They also remember you as someone who held a lot of power and resources, someone who had the ability to anything they want, like a jack of all trades kinda person. Not only that but, they remember you as a master manifestor, you create your own life and helped them realise what they want in life too. Whenever they are thinking or remembering what you are like, they cannot help but attach themselves to it as well it's like they cannot see you without them, they still feel a deep attachment and deep love towards you.

Pile 3 (Sighs...goodluck)

Pile 3, this person feels so wronged by you. Like they remember you as someone who used them and manipulated them, someone greedy and untrustworthy, I also heard "slimy" they could think you tricked them into something and remember you as someone who tried to blame your failures and lack of success onto the world rather than looking inwards.

Oh, this is so bad, they think you were a disappointment and burdened yourself with responsibilities you did not have the ability to handle, which led to your "demise". When they reminisce about you, they sense that you did not see something through with them, like you were supposed to complete something with them, but you left in the middle, and they are very bitter about that.

They remember you as someone greedy as I mentioned earlier and someone who used them for their money till you got into a better position and left them, that you did not wait for them. They remember you as someone who they wanted to treat as an equal, but could not because you held more power over them than they did over you. I am sorry Pile 3 this is all I can channel from them, the energy is very negative.

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

All of Himbo! Baratheon's brothers being overprotective when he gets into a relationship with someone.

Renly would be the absolute worst out of the three. He’d be a literal menace. He would by no means hide any disdain or disgust he harbors for whoever comes into his brother’s life as a romantic figure, whether through an arranged betrothal or as someone his beloved brother has taken a genuine interest in. It wouldn’t even matter the status or gender of the person, Renly (especially young!Renly) would be ready to throw hands with whoever. And if he can’t necessarily physically fight them then you can bet he’ll read them to absolute filth whenever given the chance. He would be the epitome of a brat, throwing utter tantrum after tantrum when the Reader’s attention or time isn’t dedicated to him anymore. He’s not use to not being the center of his favorite brother’s world anymore. Or at least not being able to turn the Reader’s attention on to him whenever he wanted. To say Renly is overly dramatic about the whole thing is a complete understatement, both as a kid and as an adult. This would literally be his villain origin story and you couldn’t tell me otherwise.

Stannis is the most level-headed out of the three. He knew it was bound to happen. He knew it was inevitable. If it was a betrothal then he either already had knowledge of it or he had a say in making the decision. Either way, Stannis isn’t surprised or caught off guard. Even if Himbo!Baratheon!Reader were to just turn up one day, hand in hand with someone, having already gotten married on a whim; Stannis wouldn’t even bat an eye. What would make him bat an eye would be who exactly he brought home. Like, I could see Himbo!Baratheon!Reader drunkenly walking into the room hand in hand with fucking Rhaegar Targaryen (literally “we were drunk and thought it would be funny” only Rhaegar wouldn’t have been nearly as drunk as Himbo!Reader and totally used this as an excuse to marry his dude crush) or someone just completely out of the box. It wouldn’t even really bother Stannis too much that they’re both men or that one of them is THE prince/soon to be king (Stannis knows damn well his brother can pull whoever by merely existing, making whatever situation work out in his favor without even meaning to so he hasn’t much to worry about in that regard), but more so of the headache that’s going to become his new every day once Robert and Renly get word of their beloved brother’s new spouse (whether it be Rhaegar or someone else).

Robert would be adamant about being his beloved brother’s wingman from the very beginning but really he has no plans of helping his brother whatsoever. On the contrary he’s there to ensure nothing works out for the offending party trying to take his brother away from him. Robert has no real problem with his brother whoring around similar to himself because it doesn’t mean anything in Roberts mind but when it comes to actual marriage and settling down then Robert’s gonna have a big issue with it. He knows damn well that Himbo!Baratheon!Reader will be the most fantastic husband and father anyone could want but he doesn’t want to lose his brother to anyone else. He can barely tolerate sharing his beloved brother with their other brothers as is, so of course he’ll lose his shit if someone else thinks they can just swoop in and try to wife up his precious brother. Not on his fucking watch.

[billyshakesp]

Understanding Monsters: Augustine and Mercymorm, John and Alecto

I find these characters and pairings in TLT particularly deep and visceral. So here are some of my thoughts on them. I'll be focusing more on John and Augustine in this post as they are outliers in TLT universe as powerful and significant male characters. Disclaimer's out of the way, here is my autopsy on these people.

The four mentioned in the title are truly some of the most conceptually disturbing characters I have ever read, period. This isn't exactly a new point, but the Lyctors in general are absolutely terrifying. They reside in the depths of uncanny valley. They are two people in a meat suit. Their lives have been painted over by grief for ten thousand years. They have singlehandedly orchestrated the deaths of solar systens. They are fundamentally beyond human experience, and yet. They are human. Or, at least, they have scraps of the humans they were buried within them. Again, the so nearly human but not human-ness which forms uncanny valley. Alecto is not a Lyctor, but she is five billion dead souls in a barbie doll, and the same concept apllies to her.

I personally love Augustine and Mercymorn's relationship. Not necessarily in a sexual, or romantic, or quite frankly platonic way. I just think they're such an exquisite case study on "the horrors of love." We know that Cristabel's death absolutely fucked Mercymorn up-and that would be the understatement of the myriad. I suspect Augustine has his own inner turmoil over the death of Alfred, though he doesn't show it. He does describe Alfred as "his other half." Alfred is his brother. He comments once that "I have built an entire myriad on the idea that I could have made him come around, given five minutes." Augustine's aloof attitude doesn't strike me as very genuine, but a facade. In any case, the two have suffered trauma beyond human comprehension. Yes, they're awful people, but in the end they have the humility to reach out and behold each other and understand each other. The interaction between Augustine and Mercymorn right after the capital-d Deicide might not be love, per se, but it is the first step in that direction. They have the respect, the humility, the humanity!-to take that step.

John and Alecto are...not that. Honestly, John's head is shoved so far up his ass and Alecto is so monstrous (not through any fault of her own, to be clear) that I don't know what absolution for those two looks like. Sure, John does love Alecto; he probably loves her more than Augustine and Mercymorn ever admitted to loving each other. The difference, of course, is that John's love is birthed from trauma and self-hatred. The difference, of course is that Alecto embodies all of John's vindictive, destructive tendencies, and John keeps clinging onto her. Augustine and Mercymorn may embody the worst of what Lyctorhood creates, yes, but together they try to rectify all of that. Alecto represents the worst in John, and John loves her and clings to her obsessively. There's a lot more to say about these characters and there is a lot more that I plan to say, but there's my mini-rant concluded. I really need to see Augustine and Mercymorn go a secind round against John in Alecto the Ninth (in a sex way? In a fatal combat way? Are they all literally inside of Alecto the Ninth, the person, while this is taking place? Find out in Alecto the Ninth, the novel, coming to shelves the myriadic year 20000 of our lord!). Thanks for making it this far, dear reader. Together we sleep the night, and we wait for the morning.

[dekusleftsock]

I think that there’s a fundamental misunderstanding of what exactly is…happening with Izuku’s character. Specifically in regards to chapter 425.

I’m glad that a lot more people generally recognize that Izuku is not a character that can be read at a surface level, given that he’s both a repressed person with built up emotion of basically everything and also a very glaringly HUGELY unreliable narrator, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I agree with the ways I’ve seen this most recent chapter spoken about.

I see posts, comments, etc with ideas like “Izuku don’t suppress your emotions! Open up with people! It’ll be okay I promise!” When that’s fundamentally not what is happening here.

There’s always always ALWAYS been a distinct difference in character throughout horikoshi’s writing when he is showing that a character is:

A—Avoiding emotions, thoughts, ideas less than ideal for them. Not opening up when they probably should about their problems given that they’ve been handed the space to do so. Just genuinely not acknowledging, feeling, or expressing emotions that they don’t want.

B—Reflecting on the ways they feel about the world, themselves, or other people given their new perspective on a situation. Not outright reaching out to others to talk about these problems/feelings, but instead waiting until the moment they feel they have the most confidence to do so with their new outlook on their own life.

And genuinely, guys, to grab your BkDk attention rn, this is the exact reason why Ochako’s reflection on her feelings for Izuku and thereafter decision to pull away from them WAS NEVER GOING TO END IN OCHAKO EXPLODING WITH HER LOVE FOR HIM.

This was another common interpretation I saw of Ochako and Izuocha for a long time. That because she pushed these feelings away, they were somehow going to explode in this unbelievable way and she would “get the boy” because of it. That her arc would surround accepting her romantic feelings and that she can’t just push away how she feels for a career.

But yk. That didn’t happen. At all. Nowhere close even.

The same kind of goes for Katsuki, allmight, etc. They all had moments in their arc where it was spent genuinely reflecting, and the only reason we as the audience never connected it in the same ways we do ochako or Izuku was ALWAYS BECAUSE the narrative showed their inner thoughts while doing so (mostly because Allmight’s arc after losing OFA and Katsuki’s arc on what it means to be a hero were so intrinsically tied, both starting at the same time and ending at the same time during the final war. And because they were so tied this caused their own reflections, development, and thought process to be broadcasted to us frequently throughout their arcs… to each other. They also somewhat shared aspects with Izuku, but these were cherry picked more often than not, like dvk2 for example).

To us Katsuki never seemed to be.. idk, suppressing his anger in any way because we were always told what he was doing and why (side note: this is why I’ve always thought arguments against Katsuki were so weird, bc unlike characters like endeavor or Ochako he wasn’t like… hiding who he was and how he was changing. Ever. Like the audience knows at all times past basically season 3 what Katsuki is thinking and doing. Like how do you watch this happen, stare me dead in the eye, and tell me how much of a terrible and awful teenage boy he is. Like damn I didn’t think we were this dumb. This is also my theory as to why he’s most popular, his arc is very… in your face if that makes sense). Katsuki’s entire mini arc on reflecting his mistakes and his childhood and his future is spent TELLING YOU that it’s what he’s doing. (I’m referring mostly to the endeavor internship arc, the provisional license exam makeup, and basically everything in the war arc related to him leading up to bakugou Katsuki rising here)

And see, Horikoshi will stare you dead in the eye, tell you “this girl has taken into consideration that she doesn’t want to waste her time training her career focusing on a boy because he kinda caught her fancy”, and y’all will still say that this will explode in her face.

Y’all this is a series about learning how to manage emotions, maturity in relationship to one’s emotions, how to feel an emotion, but in a way that is helpful. Horikoshi isn’t telling you “go buck wild, feel everything all the time and always express it”, in fact he explores why you DONT do that! Through Toga or Shigaraki, they show how grief and anger can genuinely consume you. But he also shows why you shouldn’t just put everything in a box to never look at or acknowledge, or why you shouldn’t just let your grief destroy the world around you, or pretending that some emotions simply don’t exist.

I can’t say this enough, so let me say it now, mha is about the extremes of your psyche. That you should control something, but not too much. Everything can be harmful. Everything can be good.

Izuku is not controlling too much, he’s expressing just enough.

I LOVE shaming this dickhead at all times in all my posts. I love saying he’s an ignorant dipshit with a weird amount of distaste for a girl who just confessed to him. I’ve joked that chapter 348 is basically an entire chapter spent on Izuku calling Himiko a mean dyke. And yet I also believe he’s doing nothing WRONG here.

In fact, I’ll even say that this moment right here?

ISNT EVEN IZUKU DOING THE SOCIALLY APPROPRIATE THING ABOUT IT! But he’s still TRYING to reach out to someone he thinks MIGHT be able to understand. (And frankly, this moment is far deeper than what it’s being made out to be, to me it reads more like an unrequited friendship that Izuku both desires and has thought of them to have, while simultaneously showing the distance Ochako has successfully wedged between them for her own sake. Maybe it was always there though, maybe in weird, miscommunicated Horikoshi fashion, this is a representation of how Ochako always read all those “fun friend hangouts” as a little more than that, and without those feelings the friendship never really held any substance to her in the first place. Where Izuku saw his first real friend at UA, she saw little more than acquaintance)

Simultaneously, Izuku is genuinely reflecting on what it means for the world to change, to be a hero, to live after loss—and trying and failing to gain the connection he desires from individuals who can not and will not afford him that.

Izuku is ready for the world to change, a few select characters are also ready for the world to change (mirio, for example), but not nearly enough are. So maybe I’ll have to take this back if I’m proven wrong and I accidentally looked into this far past what everyone else did for no reason, but I genuinely believe with moments like this

And this

Aand this

That Izuku has come forward with that aspect of his character development. He’s reflecting on his new beliefs, not repressing his emotions for them.

[bekaroth-reads]

Baldur's Gate 3 Characters x Reader/Tav with childcare habits

[ Not sure what to title this. I work with toddlers and very small children, and there are so many habits that leak over into other things I do. Thought that it would be funny if Tav had the same problem. Not necessarily romantic relationships, it can be platonic too. This is written gender neutral so it can be any reader or Tav.]

Gale- There was a general air of exhaustion that hung over the camp. But, on the bright side, at least Gale could rest easy in the knowledge that there was a very powerful, easy to consume artifact in his hands. While he usually liked to go through the whole song and dance of this unfortunate requirement by himself, he didn’t mind if you were there. You had both seen each other in stranger situations by this point. Add to this that you looked like you were about to fall asleep at any moment, there wasn’t much to be self conscious about.

Just as Gale put the artifact to his lips, you suddenly moved his hand away, giving it a few gentle taps.

“Ick, ick! Makes a Gale sick.” You mumbled, not conscious enough to be considered awake before you rolled over and fell asleep proper.

Gale gave a tickled chuckle that was slightly tinged with the bitterness of the truth in the situation.

“Oh, believe me. I know.” He patted your shoulder and got back to the deed at hand.

Halsin- Everyone else had retired to their tents except Halsin and yourself. The both of you had offered to clean up the mess from dinner. You had talked for awhile, but finally got around to actually cleaning. The pot that was used to cook dinner was left too close to the fire, so it was still too hot to touch with your bare hands. You had used a cloth to move it away, and were waiting for it to cool off when Halsin came over to pick it up.

Moving faster than your thoughts, you moved away his hand while instinctively saying.

“Hot, hot for Halsin!”

You were hoping that he somehow didn’t hear what you had said exactly. And, when all he responded was a polite, “Thank you for the warning,” you thought he might have not. However, Halsin was literally biting his tongue to try not to laugh.

A few days later, he teased you by taking a lit torch from you and gently scolding, “Hot, hot for Tav.”

Astarion- Things haven’t been great for him lately. And, by lately, he meant decades. However, he could wallow in self pity later. Right now he needed to feed, and animal blood wasn't cutting it. Lucky that you seemed to put your bed roll a bit farther from the fire than the others in the group.

He quietly sneaked his way over to you, and prepared to strike. However, when his fangs hit your neck, things took an unexpected turn.

"No bites! Not nice!" You scolded in your sleep as your hand moved to rest on his forehead and gently push him away.

You suddenly woke up. The two of you stared at each other, neither saying anything. After an agonizing awkward few minutes, he walked away.

The next morning he pulled you aside from the rest of the party and sternly whispered, "Look- you don't mention that I'm a vampire and I won't tell them about the baby-talk."

Shadowheart- She and Lae'zel had gotten into an argument. Nothing new for either of them. This one really got under Shadowheart's skin this time.

"Can't believe that slimly toad of a woman thought she could pull something like that..." She grumbled as she stomped past you.

"Hey, are you using your kind words?" You asked.

This stopped her in her tracks and she turned to look at you, her anger almost completely replaced by myrth. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" She questioned, her voice sounding as devious as she felt.

"Are you speaking well about our teammates?" You rephrased.

Raphael- He had insisted that he recite a new poem that he was working on, even if he had to wake you up to do so. Despite trying to stay awake, you couldn't help but doze off on Haarlep's shoulder. They didn't mind as, though they weren't physically tired, they would also rather be anywhere else. The two of you both being Raphael's quite literal captive audience.

"Oh, no. That most certainly is NOT what you asked me." Shadowheart teased. She wouldn't let you live this down for a long time. She's never too hard on you though.

Once the cambion had finished, he looked at the both of you expecting praise for his prose; Haarlep elbowed you just in the nick of time so you could sit up before Raphael noticed.

"Well?" He goaded.

"Truly, you have outdone yourself." Haarlep gave a purposefully unconvincing cheer.

Raphael rolled his eyes before moving his attention to you. "And, you, Tav?"

Still not fully aware of how you sounded or anything in the actual contents of the poem, you said, "Oh, how pretty, Raphael!" like you would have to a child that just gave you a finger painting.

The next thing you knew, Haarlep was rushing down the hall, you slung over their shoulder, their wings hitting your head with every movement, as they were laughing so hard it almost turned into a coughing fit. The quick escape must have been from the vaguely Raphael shaped fire right behind you, snapping and flinging blazes your direction while cursing and yelling about you not knowing what true art is.

Haarlep- They had heard that you had taken a pretty nasty hit to the head. Still, they hadn't quite expected what they were greeted with when they went to take stock of your condition like they were asked to. (Nurse work wasn't usually in their duties, but Raphael couldn't be bothered to do this himself.)

They appeared in your room to see you sitting on your bed, staring at nothing.

"Knock, knock, little mortal." They announced their presence which tore your eyes away from the space you were looking at.

You looked at them for a moment before giving a exasperated sigh.

"Where are your clothes?" You asked.

They blink a few times, not knowing how else to respond. "I beg your pardon?" They eventually asked.

You walked over to your closet and started digging through it. Eventually you walked over with a completely mixed matched set of clothes. "You have to wear something. You can't just run around in your undies!" The last part was very exaggerated as you lightly pinched and wiggled their nose.

They immediately returned to Raphael with you in tow. "It's worse than we thought." Was all they said as they sat you down and walked away.

Gartash- To say that Enver Gortash's work and habits were messy would be an understatement. It was certainly no different tonight. He had gotten blood and viscera all over him. And, seeing as he loved to get a rise out of you, he chose not to wash it off before going to find you.

When he saw you reading, he took a moment to compose himself to seem as though nothing was amiss, and walked calmly up to you.

"Anything interesting in your books today?" He asked, barely holding his excitement to hear you yell at him.

You started to say something, but when you turned to look at him you took a cloth from your pocket. Reaching up, you rubbed the blood from his face; each pass of the cloth was acompanied with a sing-song, "Wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe."

Gortash was baffled and indignant that he didn't get the reaction he wanted. He smacked your hand away and yelled, "What in the hells was that?!"

"Sorry," you offered sheepishly, "force of habit."