#preparations to be alone for an unknown period of time

[venusgirltarot]

What Would A Relationship Between You and Your Celebrity Crush Be Like? ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

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Deck Used: The Cosmic Slumber Tarot

Pile 1 ༣

Cards: seven of swords, death, seven of pentacles, temperance, three of torches, the chariot, two of swords, eight of pentacles

So I won’t lie, pile one, I think being in a relationship with your celebrity crush could become a very dark and difficult period of your life. This period of time would be temporary but still very difficult nonetheless.

The relationship would start out private, a secret kept between the two of you and only known to those closest to you. You’re very protective of it as a couple and want to spend the first few months of your relationship together without the general public knowing about it or being involved. The connection you would have would be incredibly strong and very very deep. You connect very deeply with this person and you have a very loving and healthy relationship. The type of relationship where you’re like best friends but also make a really good couple.

The struggles you face will start when this relationship is announced to the public. I don’t think it would be leaked or announced before you’re ready, the two of you decide together that it’s time and you meet with your respective teams and come up with a statement and plan to have an article released.

In this scenario where you are with your celebrity crush, I see you being somewhat famous yourself. I think your crush is either an A-List and well known celebrity or someone with a a very large and dedicated fan base or possibly both but no matter what, they do have a much bigger fan base/platform than you do. You may just be starting out in the industry and making a name for yourself and you do have a fan base but it’s much smaller. Your celebrity crush’s fans may be known for being obsessive or slightly out of control and this is something the two of you have in mind when announcing this relationship.

Despite being prepared, I don’t think either of you will be fully prepared for the true outcome of this announcement. There would be a lot of unnecessary hate and possibly even hate towards your friends/family. People trying to dig into your past, blind items about you from people claiming to have grown up with you or known you at some point in your life saying things about you that you know aren’t true but your crush’s fan base takes these blind items and uses them as a reason to hate you due to their own jealousy. I heard “it really spirals out of control”.

You won’t say anything. I think you’d take this time to focus on yourself and surround yourself with people that love and care about you and truly know you for who you are and not for some blind item from an unknown internet user that has never met you before. You crush would really care for you during this time. They’d be very attentive and take time to communicate and support you emotionally. I heard “we’ll get through it together” they refuse to let you isolate yourself or go through this alone, the two of you may attend therapy together to process and work through this difficult time together. You may also buy a home in one of your home towns or some place that’s comfortable and familiar to you.

You choose not to speak out because you feel it’s not what’s best and you know it would add fuel to an already uncontrollable fire. You encourage your crush to do the same but eventually I do believe they’ll make a statement. Fans may possibly be using your crush’s lack of defense of you as another reason to hate on you and the general public may see it as your crush being a bad partner and it may put them in a bad light in the eyes of the general public. I think a lot of the general public will see this as a rabid fan base going after a celebrity’s partner without any reason but a small portion may only know you from blind items or fan rumors they hear which may but you in a bad light in their eyes. However, you crush’s statement will be a well written and planned out statement that will bring in way more support for you from the general public, but I don’t think it will do much in terms of the fan base and their opinion.

I do think this will change, though. Over time, after ignoring and not commenting on this hate and continuing to build and further your career, I think a lot of fans will start to like you and the general public will really love you. After time has passed, I think you’ll come out with a documentary and a portion of that documentary will document or talk about this portion of your life and how the hate was detrimental to your mental health and put you in this very dark and difficult place and it will also show more of you and your crush’s relationship and how close the two of you are and how good you are as a couple. You really will become like an “it” couple for people and they’ll see you as perfect for each other.

Allowing people to know more about you on a personal level and see you for who you truly are will completely change the narrative and you’ll be loved by not only the general public but also your crush’s fan base and you’ll grow your own fan base, as well. I heard “your story in your words” this dark period will have also given you a much thicker skin and really strengthened your relationship with your celebrity crush and after years of saying and posting nothing about each other, you can finally share more about your relationship and not have to hide it so much.

Pile 2 ༣

Cards: two of cups, six of pentacles, the hierophant, king of torches, the high priestess, king of cups, three of torches king of swords, princess of torches

I think you and your celebrity crush would have such a cute relationship 🥺 I think you’d be some sort of influencer or model? Someone that people look up to for fashion, skin care, beauty tips, etc. you’d be the type to be in one of those vogue grwm or skin care videos. You may also have had a difficult life/upbringing that you’re open/vulnerable about online and people really love to hear about your story and find you very inspiring. People also love the way you speak or write. The way you articulate and word things is very powerful and intriguing and it makes people want to listen to what you have to say. A lot of people on social media would have a very parental or older sibling sort of view of you, seeing you as a mentor and looking to you for guidance and advice.

Your celebrity crush’s fans would absolutely adore you. You may be known for interacting with/being kind to fans. I heard “they see you as an angel” 🥺 there would be so much public support for you and your celebrity crush’s relationship. I also think the two of you could travel a lot, specifically to Italy? And you’d be photographed out together holding hands and your street style would be posted a lot and used as inspiration. I think a lot of people follow/like you for your street style. You’d be known for the way you dress and also the way you carry yourself and how you take care of yourself. If you were seen using/wearing some sort of product, it would sell out very quickly because so many people follow what you do and replicate it. You have a very “it” person sort of vibe that people are attracted to.

You and your celebrity crush would have a private but not secret sort of relationship that people would love posting/talking about. It sort of reminds me of Tom Holland and Zendaya. People just love you two together and are really rooting for you. A lot of your relationship seems to be based around travel, exploring the world together. If your celebrity crush is a musician/writer, they’ll write a lot about you and fans will love to dissect lyrics about you and make deep dive posts about the parallels.

You and your celebrity crush would enjoy nature together. Sunlight and early mornings, cooking breakfast together and reading books together. Sitting at the table at dinner time and talking about your days. You’d really enjoy the everyday mundane things. I heard “mom and dad” and earlier in the reading I heard “mother is mothering” 😭 so fans may say these things about you a lot on social media. You and your celebrity crush wouldn’t pay much mind to social media or what’s being said. I heard “your main focus is each other” and “you’re not concerned with what the rest of the world of thinks” you can easily shut it all out and focus on the here and now. You have such a loving, well rounded relationship and a really good support system around you.

If you were drawn to both piles 1 and 2, this pile can be what your life with your celebrity crush is like after overcoming the difficult period described in pile 1. I just felt really strongly that some of my pile 1s were also attracted to this group and I figured some of you would be confused since there’s such a stark contrast in the two piles and wanted to provide some insight for those who need it. If you didn’t feel drawn to the other pile or haven’t already read it, don’t worry about it. That pile may not be for you and that’s perfectly fine :)

Pile 3 ༣

This pile does have 18+ messages. Because of the energy in this pile and the overall relationship spoken about in this pile, there was simply no way for me to do it without making it 18+ and I’m so sorry if that’s not what you’re looking for.

Also, as usual, my 18+ readings are not for minors so please do not read this pile if you are under 18 years of age, this reading is not for you.

Cards: ten of pentacles, king of cups, ace of pentacles, six of pentacles, death, justice, two of pentacles, two of cups, ten of torches ace of cups princess of swords

Pile 3, you may or may not be a Pedro Pascal girly (I mean girly in a gender neutral way. Anyone can be a girly) but that’s definitely the vibe I’m getting. Your celebrity crush is an older male and definitely an actor. I got musician vibes from the other two piles but this is 100% an actor and I think you’d meet them because you would also be an actor.

For a select few of you, your celebrity crush might be David Harbour but for most of you, it’s definitely Pedro Pascal. For some it’s Jamie Campbell Bower. I had to google him cause I didn’t know his name but an image of him kept popping up in my head. He’s only 34 so not as old as David or Pedro but for those of you 18-25 that’s still most definitely an age gap. Mostly Pedro Pascal energy tho.

I’m terribly sorry, Pile 3, but you would not have a healthy, long term relationship with your celebrity crush. However, it would be the most passionate and intense relationship you’d ever have. I think you’d meet on the set of some movie you’re both in and have a very intense and messy, although short lived romance. The sex would be intense and passionate but so would the fights but the makeup sex after the fights would be the best you’d ever have in your entire life. There seems to be an issue with you wanting more and this person person wanting a strictly sexual relationship.

I think I’ve seen somewhere that Pedro Pascal had said he doesn’t do relationships because they hurt too much or something like that and so he prefers to just stay single and this situation definitely gives me those vibes and that’s where a lot of the conflict would come from. You would know that this person feels all the same things you do but they’re fine with just channeling those feelings into the sex the two of you have (which would be what made it so good) while you want to channel it into a relationship and have something long term and stable with this person and it causes a lot of very heated arguments. You can’t stay away from each other though so these arguments never last long.

You’d spend a lot of time trying to make this person jealous or wishing they’d just accept their feelings and pursue a relationship with you however if they did, I think you’d get bored. The passion and intensity is what makes this relationship worth while for both of you and without it you’d just get tired of them and lose interest. You’d need the intense fights and passion makeup sex to make this relationship work and I think your celebrity crush would know that. They may even tell you that you just don’t understand because you’re younger than them and there’s a maturity difference and that would drive you insane. This relationship reminds me a lot of “illicit affairs” by Taylor Swift and I also heard All Too Well (10 Minute Version) when I was shuffling.

There may be blind items/rumors about this relationship because it will be very known on set. People may even hear the two do you fighting (or partaking in other activities 👀) from outside of your trailers. It will definitely be a big topic of gossip on set and online for awhile but nothing with ever be confirmed by anyone publicly and it will live on as a rumor.

Eventually, filming would end and I think this relationship would end with it but you’d spend a long time hung up on this person and still trying to do things to get their attention or make them jealous, long after the two of you are no longer in contact. “Question…?” By Taylor Swift is also playing in my head right now. Specifically the lyric “I don’t remember who I was before you painted all my nights a color I have searched for since” and the lyric “I wake with your memory over me, that’s a real fucking legacy to leave” from Maroon. This relationship would have a huge impact on you and linger in your mind for a very long time, possibly even years. They would always be your “what if” person and the thought of what could have been would haunt you late at night, years and years after it’s ended.

I hope this reading has brought you some sort of peace, clarification, or happiness! Feedback is always appreciated :) have a good day or night. Sending you love and light!

Mara ࿐ྂ

[inkspiredwriting]

Timeless Encounters

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

As a member of the Umbrella Academy and later as a hitman for the commission, Five has seen more than his fair share of temporal anomalies and paradoxes. Yet, nothing could prepare him for the peculiar pattern of his encounters with a woman named Y/N.

Their first meeting was in the 1920s, in a small bookstore where Five was hiding out, blending in among the dusty shelves. Y/N walked in, looking for a rare book. Their eyes met, and though the conversation was brief, Five felt an inexplicable connection.

Years later, in the 1950s, Five was in New Orleans, working undercover. One night, in a dimly lit jazz club, he saw her again, singing on stage. Her voice was hauntingly beautiful, and once more, Five felt that strange pull. After her performance, they spoke, sharing a drink and stories. Despite the passage of time, there was a familiarity that neither could explain.

Their paths crossed repeatedly: at a peace rally in the 1970s, a scientific conference in the 1980s, and an art festival in the early 2000s. Each time, they were inexplicably drawn to each other, and each time, they left with the feeling that they had met before.

It wasn't until their latest encounter in the 2020s that the pieces began to fall into place. Five had been tracking anomalies in the timeline, trying to prevent yet another catastrophe. Y/N, now a historian researching temporal disturbances, was attending the same conference where Five was gathering information.

After an intense day of lectures and debates, they found themselves alone in a quiet corner of the venue. As they talked, their fragmented memories started to align. They began to realize that these weren't just chance meetings. Their encounters were too precise, too consistent across the decades.

"Five, this isn't a coincidence," Y/N said, her eyes wide with realization. "We keep meeting for a reason. It's like we're... meant to be together."

Five nodded slowly, his mind racing. "I've seen a lot of strange things in my time, but this... it's different. It's like time is trying to tell us something."

Y/N leaned closer, her voice almost a whisper. "What if we could be together permanently? Use your abilities to manipulate time so we can stay in the same period?"

The idea was tempting, but Five knew the risks. Time manipulation was dangerous, and altering their destinies could have unforeseen consequences. "Y/N, you don't understand. Playing with time like that could be catastrophic. We could cause a paradox or worse."

Y/N's expression softened. "Five, we've spent lifetimes missing each other. If there's even a chance that we can be together, don't you think it's worth the risk?"

Five looked into her eyes, seeing the same yearning that he felt. The possibility of a life together, free from the constraints of time, was incredibly alluring. But the dangers were real.

After days of contemplation and planning, they devised a way to synchronize their timelines, to anchor themselves in a single period. The process was complex, requiring precise calculations and a leap of faith.

Finally, the day came. In a secluded spot, far from prying eyes, Five activated the device they'd created. As the energy surged around them, they held onto each other, hoping against hope that this would work.

The world around them blurred, colors and shapes blending into a whirlwind. When the chaos subsided, they found themselves standing in the same spot, but everything felt... right. Time had settled, and they were together.

Five looked at Y/N, his heart pounding. "We did it."

Y/N smiled, tears of joy in her eyes. "We're finally together."

But even in their joy, they knew the future was uncertain. They had taken a monumental risk, and the repercussions were unknown. But for now, they had each other, and that was enough.

As they walked hand in hand into their new life, Five felt a weight lift off his shoulders. They had defied the odds and the constraints of time itself. Whatever came next, they would face it together, timeless and united.

[conscbgb]

From Chris Chiu IG (translated from chinese)

"Last year I went through a dark period, no one

could tell because I hid it very well...when I saw

my friends I was still able to chat with them, joke around, and have a good time.

During that period I would often go to the gym alone and push myself till I was exhausted, so that I'd get a dopamine boost which would make me feel better and help me sleep better.

Since I didn't have anything else to do, I thought that I might as well get in shape and be prepared, and perhaps when the time comes a suitable role might come my way...This went on for two/three months...One afternoon 君君 messaged me and said: there's this bl drama, would you be interested? They'd like to chat with you...there are going to be some shirtless scenes and fight scenes,it's the character "Wei Qian" in the drama adaptation of the novel "Da Ge".

This was my first time hearing this name, I had not yet read the novel and I had no idea what this character's personality was like, or what type of story it would be... I just felt this jolt in my heart, a wonderful feeling that I couldn't explain, I said: Okay! I can do this! I think I'm ready!

Then, I finished the novel "Da Ge" in three days

and that was when I finally understood, why I felt that in my heart upon hearing this name: it's because Wei Qian's life is full of darkness and melancholy… and in some ways I'm living some aspects of his life, feeling uncertain and lost about the future. Reading the novel, I felt like I was being comforted and saved, it was like looking into a mirror… seeing all these images in my head…

Wei Qian, it's you who has come to me, isn't that right?

Actors have this saying, which I wholeheartedly believe, "Characters/roles have souls, and it's the role that comes to you, not the other way around. They have something to say through you! If it's meant to be then there's no escaping it." And I believe that Wei Qian has come (to me)! Perhaps you could sense this dark period? Through cosmic resonance, you found your way to me! Is there something that you want to say through me?

To all the people who are feeling lost and stuck in the darkness, please believe that someone's going to be by your side that's just like the sun. Wei Qian: thank you for coming to me! For letting me become you!

And I'd like to thank myself, for being able to take on most of the dark and melancholic parts of your life, during that period of darkness.

We've made it through that period of darkness together…

Regardless of how this show does, you are the most important present that I received last year! One that I'll remember for the rest of my life!

Unknown is more than just a BL : it's about all of our lives!

Everyone is working hard to get by: work, family, providing for one's family, paying bills, and paying off student loans.

You might feel as if you're suffocating under it all, but you're still persevering because you have something important to protect, something to live for!

We all have our hardships that no one else knows of, that we don't want others to know about but as long as you're alive, you'll be able to find your way back home!

The unknown stories continue on...

Let us walk on together ...

Chris Chiu

[jujitto]

모든 것 ★ 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 . even before you had come to realize he was your everything. he was your best friend, the boy who cared about you, your headache. regardless of what you called him, he would always be by your side, and to you, that meant the world. it meant everything. 

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 . 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 & 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗐𝖼 . 𝟥.𝟫𝗄

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗇𝗍𝗐𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 . @kflixnet @kbookshelf

7 years old

As a child your imagination always got the better of you. One day you were a pirate sailing the seas hunting for treasure and the next you were a race car driver with millions of fans. You were never at it alone though. You always had him by your side no matter what the adventure was. "Jay!" You yelled knocking on the front door of his house.

For a 7-year-old you sure had a loud voice. When the door opened you smiled looking up at the older woman. Ms. Lee the woman who claimed you as her daughter and who knew you well enough to know you had something up your sleeve, especially for a beautiful day like this.

You saluted the woman before speaking in a military voice. "Good Morning Ms. Lee Space Cadet Y/N reporting for duty!" You saluted to the older woman who chuckled at you. You giggled before trying to peer around her to see if you could see Jay but sadly you couldn't.

You looked up at Ms. Lee and smiled. "Can Jay come out and play?" You asked with your best smile. She smiled nodding as she called Jay's name telling him you were outside waiting for him. He appeared a second later rushing outside to greet you.

You pulled the boy into a hug as he hugged you back. "Are you ready for our space adventure!" You yelled handing him his walkie-talkie as he nodded. Off the two of you went into the great unknown or the neighborhood to be precise. Though it didn't matter if you two were exploring the cosmos, climbing Mount Everest, or deep diving into the ocean as long as you were together that's all that mattered.

12 years old

You were devastated when you heard the news that you couldn't go outside and hang out with the other kids. You didn't like that you were stuck inside because inside meant time away from doing what you loved and the people you loved to hang out with. You also didn't like the pain settling in the lower part of your abdomen. The pain came and went.

The pain started early in the morning which led to a dark red spot being discovered in your bed. Your mom was right by your side telling you that it was normal for girls your age to go through something like this which scared you. You weren't prepared for what your mom called a period.

Though your mom tried to help you better understand what was going on with your body you didn't want to hear any of it. The pains were unbearable. How could anyone put so much misery onto a 12-year-old?! You lay in bed holding your stomach.

You didn't bother to wrap your ponytail up with a scarf as you suffered. A cup of water and an empty package of ibuprofen lay on your side table. You couldn't help as the tears fell. The pain felt like it was getting worse with each passing second.

You wondered how your mom and all the women in your life with through this each month. The ibuprofen had yet to kick in as you continued to cry softly through it. The sound of your mom calling your name makes you sniffle and turn to face the door as it opened. Instead of your mom, it was Jay who wore a sad smile on his face as he held a bag which you could only presume was snacks.

He sat down beside you and handed you the bag which was filled with your favorites as you gave him a small smile before hugging him tightly. "My mom helped me pick out things that would make you feel better. Or at least make you happy." He said watching as you pulled out your favorite candy and a bear with the words get better written on its stomach.

That's when your tears started up again as you clutched the bear to your chest. Jay had a scared look on his face thinking he did something to upset you. You pulled him into another hug as you thanked him not only for being here with you but for making you feel a little less alone during the whole thing. "You're the bestest friend ever." You spoke into his neck as his cheeks burned a bright pink color as he hugged you back just as tightly.

14 years old

No one told you your teenage years would be filled with nothing but stress and anxiety. No one believed that you were going through something even as you wore that all-too-familiar smile on your face. No one saw the actual frown behind the smile. People thought you were perfectly fine and happy as you should be. No one bothered to look for the real emotions. It seemed now that you were a teenager you and your parent's relationship just wasn't the same.

To them, it seemed lately like you weren't doing what they asked of you even though you were. They would chastise you for every little thing you did. Not washing the dishes, not cleaning your room, not waking up early for school.

It was the little things like that that caused you so much stress and made you want to leave the place you called home. But where could you go? Sure the neighborhood you lived in was small and everyone knew everyone but you knew no one you could fully just go to and stay with unless you wanted your parents called.

That night you and your mom had gotten into an argument about your grades slipping. Words were tossed and not meant to be said. You sat in your room with nothing but silence in the air as you contemplated. That's the moment you knew you couldn't stay here at least not for the night. You grabbed your bag and exited through your window making sure to close it behind you as you went.

The soft taps against the window woke the boy who had been asleep in his bed. He didn't hesitate to peer out the side of the curtain trying to catch a glance at who it was. He only sighed in relief when he saw it was you. But he kind of felt his heartbreak when he noticed that you were crying.

He didn't hesitate to let you in. You sat on his bed with your knees tucked under your chin as you sighed peering around the dark room before at him. He sat up against the headboard waiting for you to explain what happened. "I just needed to get out of there. You know I'm just sick of the arguments over little things." You spoke as he listened.

He couldn't understand what you were going through but he knew all too well that you being here meant that it happened way too often. He sighed scooting next to you and pulling you into his side as you laid your head on his shoulder.

"C-can I stay here....just for the night?" You asked as he nodded. No words were said as you lay beside each other taking in the silence. The next morning his mom wasn't surprised to find you two snuggling in his bed after learning that you had run away from home. Your mom was called and you were taken back home. Before you left you hugged Jay. "Thank you." You whispered pressing a kiss to his cheek.

16 years old

High school was a new path for you and what some people called the big leagues. You never could understand what they meant by that until you got there. High school was filled with differences and changes. You had grown into your new body quite well so to say which of course attracted the attention of the male audience.

And you made friends with a lot of different people. You could say you were popular or well-liked but that's the one thing you didn't understand. Why were you so liked? Was it because of the way you carried yourself, how you looked, or just because of what you had? You never understood it nor did you care about it.

High school was also the time when past relationships had started to somewhat diminish. You never did spend as much time with your old friends as you did with your new friends not that you noticed. You were a teen who was just doing what normal teens do hanging out, getting into trouble, the normal teen things. But it wasn't just you who was distancing themselves and becoming a different person.

While you were making friends, partying, and doing bad things your best friend was doing the same it was just normal teen things but it was different especially when you guys weren't doing it together.

You guys weren't your seven-year-old selves who stuck together through thick and thin anymore. You guys were 16 years old and have different crowds and cliques that you were in and sometimes that just meant that separation would be involved. You know the saying old friends come and go.

In high school, it was also the start of your dating which was quite new to you. Though you did get the male audience's attention very easily it was kind of hard to find the right person because most of the time they only wanted you because of what you had. So when you were asked on a date by this junior you didn't hesitate to agree. This junior carried himself well, had good grades, was a gentleman, and was an athlete, anything that was near close to perfection was something that interested you.

But sometimes the perfect image can be blurred. Was it your fault that he didn't show up? You felt like it was. What did you do to make him not show up? You dressed up pretty. You were dressed in a black and blue overall dress with your white air forces. Your hair flowing down your back. The wind blowing past you makes you shiver. Peering down at your feet you could feel the tears start to well up in your eyes.

The whole thing left a sour taste in your mouth. You stood outside your house feeling like such a loser. The date was a waste of your energy and your mom wasn't even awake to help you through it.

You peered across the street at the house adjacent to yours before sighing. The knocks against the window tore the boy's gaze from the textbook in front of him. He looked confusingly before peering out the window and seeing you with almost bloodshot eyes.

He opened the window helping you through. He only noticed your attire when you were standing by his desk arms wrapped around yourself. He had wondered what you were doing out so late. "I-i-." You couldn't even finish your sentence before you broke down in tears.

Jay didn't wait a single moment before pulling you into his embrace. You cried on his shoulder as he held you. Though he didn't know what had happened he knew one thing and that was to make sure you were ok before you told him anything. He held as you cried and even as your sobs turned to soft whimpers.

"D-dating sucks." You mumbled as he chuckled still rubbing your back. "Maybe you're right but you can't let one date mess that up for you." He stated as you sighed looking over at him and his adorable smile. Maybe he was right? From the smile on his face, you knew he knew that he was right.

"You are a dork, you know that right?" You ask as he smiled nodding. "Well, this dork is your best friend." He replied pulling you into a tight hug as you laughed.

18 years old

Your senior year in high school was nothing like you imagined it to be. The past three years at this high school were filled with fun times, new friends, old friends, stress, and anxiety but those years don't compare to the one now. The last year of high school before you become an adult.

An adult who has struggles upon struggles with work, paying bills, and doing things that most people aren't too thrilled about doing. You weren't gonna pretend like people didn't tell you that adult life was going to be hard, especially for someone who just got out from being a teenager in high school and fully stepping into adulthood.

But for right now you were just content living your best remaining high school life. Everyone around you was buzzing about prom and graduation. You were so focused on trying to get your grades up to be able to graduate that you forgot all about prom.

Prom a time where all the cares in the world were taken away. A night where you got to spend time with your friends laughing, drinking, partying, and doing whatever it is you do after-prom. Though you don't know much about what you were going to do about prom especially since you spent all your time focused on just getting out of the place that had caused you so much suffering and anxiety.

You listened to your friends talk, talk, and talk about prom and what they will be wearing and who they would be going with while you just sat there silent. What could you say?! You didn't have anything prepared for prom which was five days from now. Maybe you just wouldn't go.

But you knew everyone would want you to go especially since you skipped out on the one in junior year. Maybe disappointing them would be OK? Who are you kidding they were your friends and you knew they would be upset if you didn't show up. You sighed questioning how are you supposed to find a dress, get your hair and nails done, and find a date within five days.

With a huff, you sat on the couch of your living room opening your textbook. Jay sat beside his glasses on and eyes peering at you. "What's wrong with you?" He asked as you sent him a glare. Why did he think something was wrong with you just because you huffed and groaned? Ok, maybe something was wrong with you? "Are you going to prom?" You ask as he gave you a confused look before shrugging.

You turned your body to face him. "Because if you aren't maybe we can go watch a movie or hang out." You spoke. He shrugged yet again before raising his eyebrow in somewhat amusement and confusion. "Wait you don't want to go to prom?" He asked somewhat surprised. Like he couldn't believe that you out of everyone didn't want to go.

"I mean it's already too late to get everything ready for it. Like I have only 4 days to get my hair and nails done, find a dress, and don't get me started on a date." You groaned slouching in your seat. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes. He thought you were blowing the whole thing out of proportion. It was just a dance.

"Look if you don't find a date within the next 4 days then I'll go with you and we can embarrass ourselves to meet's end, ok?" He spoke as you turned to look at him. Was he agreeing to be your +1 if you didn't find a date? You found it cute as you hugged him as he tried his best to get away from your grasp.

At school, everyone went about their usual routines as did yourself. Well, some did. You stood at your locker in surprise as the words 'Will you go to prom with me?" were glued to it. You looked around trying to spot the person who did it only to stop looking when a boy you had only seen a few times around school stood in front of you with a bouquet of roses. Your mouth agape as your hands clenched your textbooks tight to your chest.

Maybe it was the fact that he asked you the question in front of what seemed to be the whole school that caused you nervousness. As gently as you could you let him down. You could see the sadness make his way up on his face as he was comforted by what you could only presume were his friends.

What had caused you to reject his offer? Maybe it was the fact that you didn't know him that well or the fact that you wanted to go to prom with Jay? You didn't know. Your friends came up to ask questions which you tried your best to answer and not let them know too much.

For the remainder of the day, you tried avoiding anyone you knew had a crush on you or tried to ask you out before because you knew that they would at least try to ask you to prom which you would reject. Prom was still approaching fast and you still had things to be done like finding a dress and getting your hair done.

Your nails were finished and ready to go. To say your mom was more excited than you for prom would be an understatement because it was clear she was thrilled about it. It was like she didn't go to her prom. She wanted to be a big help so she scheduled you a hair appointment with her friend which you were thankful for.

At the end of the appointment, you stood staring at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a 26-inch body wave in the color black. You were now one step closer before your whole prom situation would be settled.

Dress shopping wasn't something you thought would be hard. But boy were you wrong. You and your mom have been in the dress shop for quite some time approximately three hours to be exact and yet you still haven't found the dress. Just when you thought everything was going well there was a problem. There wasn't a dress that you knew you would like to wear to prom.

Maybe you should've done your shopping and prepared for prom earlier because maybe you would've had your dress by now? Just as you were about to give up your mom came around the corner with the silk blue bodycon mermaid dress.

To you the dress was perfect. You didn't need a really big puffy dress to live your best life at prom. You just needed something you would look good in and feel comfortable in. The day had arrived prom was here and you were nervous. Why were you nervous oh because you didn't think you would look good.

But the moment you opened the door Jay's mouth dropped. What could he say? That you looked beautiful but that would be an overstatement because you looked beautiful every day. But at this moment and point in time, you looked gorgeous to him. You smiled at him taking in his appearance. You thought he looked handsome in a tuxedo.

Though the moment was short-lived as your guy's parents wanted to take photos of you two. After what seemed like an eternity of taking pictures you guys finally went off to prom. As you guys entered the building everything was in full swing already. People were laughing and drinking. You both excused yourselves to go talk amongst your friend group.

Your friends were so happy to see you there as they complimented you for how you looked and also scolded you for not telling them that you were coming with Jay out of everyone. For about an hour or so you stuck with your friend group chatting and dancing on the dance floor. When a slow song started to play you were about to exit the dance floor when your friends pushed you toward where Jay stood.

You glared at them before walking over to the boy. You nudged his shoulder with yours before grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the dance floor with you. His arms looped around your waist as you rest your arms over his shoulders. It was silent and awkward between you two as you danced.

"Thanks for coming with me. I would've been at home watching movies if it weren't for you." You spoke as he chuckled making you look up at him. "Watching movies probably not but making sure you graduate I could see." He spoke chuckling as you laughed alongside him.

You shook your head just staring at him. At times like this, you were glad to have someone like him in your life. You sighed laying your head on his chest as he continued to dance with you. The night soon came to an end and Jay had driven you home. He walked with you to the front door probably just trying to be a gentleman and wait for you to get into the house safe and sound.

You turned to face him as he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you. You sighed hugging the boy back. You pulled back kissing his cheek softly before entering the house and shutting the door behind you. Jay stood on the other side smiling and holding his cheek before returning to his home.

Prom was a success and now all you had to do was graduate. Graduation had come faster than anyone could ever imagine. You're about to walk across the stage and become a full-fledged adult. What was waiting on the other side of the stage for you was something you never imagined. The moment your name was called you felt like you had achieved your life goal. You have never felt happier in your life. You knew once your name was called you were officially not a high school student anymore. You couldn't believe it.

As you walked across the stage you can hear the cheers from your family members and friends. They were proud of you. Most importantly you were proud of yourself for making it as far as you did to be able to graduate. You received your high school diploma with the biggest smile on your face as your family took photos to celebrate and remember the biggest moment in your life.

You shook hands with your teachers who taught you so much in the past four years of your life. You knew you had made them proud. When you stepped off that stage you felt it. You were an adult now. Though the responsibilities could wait a little while longer.

Once everyone's names were called everyone threw their caps in celebration as they had finally made it out of high school. Your family was the first to congratulate you and greet you. You smiled at them thanking them for being here with you and encouraging you to keep going.

The moment you saw Jay you rushed into his arms hugging him tightly. You both did it. You graduated. Both of you went from kids who knew nothing about the big wide world to adults who would do great things in the world. Pulling back from the hug you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

The boy who was with you through everything from childhood to teenager and now to adulthood. He pulled back from the kiss and smiled as you did the same. You knew he was the one you wanted to experience every little thing with. You were his and he was your everything.

[mysteriouslytransparentwitch]

we are entering scorpio season october 23rd to november 22nd. choose your image. ps: read your guidance in full as i use several decks

If you chose cloudy sky :

we start with the oracle of past lives, we had the biblical card, baby, chivalry. I will translate for you, we are talking about faith (in yourself, in god or other) to continue despite obstacles or disappointments because it can lead to the birth of something. You are asked to protect yourself but also to have and/or keep a warrior spirit, not to compromise with your values, your deep truth or your being.

with the threads of fate: there can be a sexual reconnection with your other and if you are alone, this season will push you to connect with your sexuality and take care of it (body as feeling) a person or an event will force you to open your 3rd eye or to see beyond an appearance. We are talking about taking a path or a decision that can lead you to another path that will require you to agility for an ascension (spiritual, professional, relational) We are talking about the death and rebirth of something or someone, it is in order to become more powerful.

Akashic tarot: you start with the queen of parchments, your intuition is there, your clarity allows you to write and dream your path, your guides, ancestors are also present in your life during the season of Scorpio, there can be help in human form too. A wish will be granted here (it depends on you) There is something brewing in the air. A path still unknown, it is something that will take time to build but with solid pillars and surrounded by good people (living or not) Time may slow down because the action of the Akashic field will open or activate to put you in failure or push you towards something else or force you to see something before having the card of justice (balance, contract,)

golden tarot: we are talking about taming fears, the shadow, a little stagnant energy can appear during this period, mentally, we can be shaken up in the world of matter. It is to succeed beyond our fears or push us to face something or someone. Good news can arrive and end a battle. A clarification can arrive and guide you on your stronger path. A more intuitive energy, emotion will emerge during this period to better prepare you for winter.

End of guidance for choice 1

we start with the oracle of past lives: we talk about wisdom, here and about imprisonment and finances. I translate for you, wisdom will be the key word for the scorpio season, we can talk about a mental prison about finances or finances can disturb your state of mind (in lack, too much abundance, fear of money)

the oracle of greek mythology: we start with iris, a message from the gods directly, you want something or someone like eros there is attraction but also fear. The fear of doing or taking the wrong path, this can cause bad nights, the fear that success or abundance can transform you for some? the fear of shining, of being punished? we talk about meeting the unknown, or the unknown scares you.

the akashic tarot: we start with the ascension, you arrive at the end and yet the universe is preparing something again, something new. You come as the queen of keys, you have the knowledge, you see the lion is however like the waterfall card, an emotional event can intervene, something new that is not part of your habits. We are talking about a king of force (it can be a person like an event) who will lead you on a path of treasure (it can have chaotic movements) but a door will open.

tarot: you will continue to move forward even if certain aspects are not stable. An event (administrative, communication, letter) arrives quickly towards you. You can feel alone, poor or in need. You will continue to move forward in your projects or choices, you will think of yourself first. It is time to highlight something. Will you shine during the period of scorpio?

your guidance ends here

[mishasminion360]

How Do You Do It?

Jack Daniels x fem!reader

Warnings: Mild language; words said in anger; stress-induced anxiety; mild angst; self-doubt; but lots of fluff, I swear.

Summary: Being a new mother and a homemaker are two difficult jobs to juggle at the same time, and even more of a challenge when your husband is constantly away. When Jack returns from his latest assignment to find you overtaxed and irritable, he decides to make it up to you by spending a day in your shoes.

A/N: What a busy summer/early fall. So much has changed in such a short time. Change is weird sometimes and brings a lot of stress. Had my first-ever panic attack. Zero stars; do not recommend. But even the stressful, scary parts of our lives can be inspiring. This fic is proof of that 😝

P.S. As you can see I began this fic in the fall of 2023 and look how late I’m posting it! I’m sorry for the long hiatus, folks, but believe me when I say it was necessary.

How is it that your husband is the secret agent, but the weight of the world always feels like it’s been thrust upon your shoulders?

The day you found out you were expecting was one of the happiest of your life. You and Jack had been over the moon and spent the entire adventure of pregnancy fantasizing about all the joys of parenthood that would arrive along with your bundle of joy. You weren’t kidding yourselves; you knew that a baby brought big changes and more than a few challenges. You just weren’t aware of just how high those hurdles would be until you were thrown into the race.

The roles of wife, homemaker, and now mother all seem to merge into one monstrous, never-ending task; and your duties seemed all the more daunting when you were left to fulfill them alone.

Jack is nothing short of attentive and dedicated when he’s at home. The problem is that “home” is usually the last place one will find him. As of late, his job with the Statesmen pulls and pushes him this way and that into parts unknown where he’s embroiled in espionage for some indeterminate period, leaving you with a house to maintain, meals to prepare, clothes to launder, and a colicky infant to soothe.

You’re trapped inside a pressure cooker and the temperature is nearing critical.

***

“Baby Shark” is on its 25th iteration, every “doo doo doo” is like a bat to the back of your head. You dance topless in the living room with your wailing son clutched to your naked chest. You’d tossed your t-shirt into the wash twenty minutes ago, covered—like the two before it—in your baby boy’s milky vomit.

Your sanity is a mere thread, frayed, delicate, and seconds away from completely unraveling. Your head is pounding and back aching, and you’re trying to convince yourself that the flush of heat you feel just beneath your skin is not a fever. You can’t afford to be sick now. Not when you are all your son has; when you are all you have.

“Daddy’s home, darlin’!”

The sound of his voice, the familiar clip-clop of his boots on the hardwood floor, should fill you with after hardly having heard it for a solid week. Instead, it has your already tepid body simmering with frustration.

“Hey there, Mama Mare.” The affectionate term oozes from between his grinning lips with all the smooth, sweet ease of honey. “Give this ol’ cowboy some sugar. He missed you.”

His lips are on yours and then detaching themselves before your mouth can even register it’d just been in contact with another; far quicker and more careless than the long overdue reunion kiss you’d been anticipating. The brief little smooch held about as much passion as a handshake.

“There’s my little cowpoke!”

Jack lifts his squalling son from your arms and little John’s cries instantly cease. Of course they do. Of freaking course.

“Well, now, you didn’t have to get all dressed up on my account, honeybee.”

You snap to attention after possibly having fallen asleep on your feet for a split second to see that Jack’s devilish gaze has zeroed in on your bared tits.

“You certainly know how to welcome a fella home.”

While he’s busy ogling your non-seductive nudity, your own eyes have locked onto the trail of muddy prints stretching from the front door, each filthy footfall a perfect imprint of the sole of Jack’s boots. Yet another mess you’ll have to clean up; another chore added to the already heavy burden you’re shouldering.

“How’s about after dinner we mosey on upstairs, put this little buckaroo to bed, then I show you just how much I missed you?”

You don’t even know how to respond to him right now, so you don’t. You simply turn your back and walk away, seething in a silent rage as you stomp your way upstairs to put on the thickest, ugliest sweatshirt you can find that leaves everything up to the imagination.

John starts to wail once again, but that’s Jack’s problem now. You have about a million other tasks to accomplish—make that a million and one, thanks to his filthy freaking boots.

You slip into the master bath and toss back a couple of Advil for your pounding headache and by the time you re-emerge, Jack is pacing around your bed, hands on his hips and a pensive scowl on his face.

You take a deep breath through your nose and the words tumble from your lips in a sigh. “I haven’t started dinner yet. Give me just a few minutes and I can—“

“Did I say somethin’ wrong?” he blurts. “‘Cause you gave me a look back there that reminded me of an angry steer about to trample a rodeo clown.”

“Just forget it,” you mutter, brushing past him toward the door. His hand wraps around your wrist before you can cross the threshold.

“I ain’t forgettin’ nothin’,” he drawls as he turns you to face him. “Sugar, what’s wrong? No use lyin’ because I can tell somethin’s stuck in your craw.”

Oh, it’s stuck alright. Like a bug in a windshield.

“Jesus, Jack,” you sigh. “Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve had a total of five non-consecutive hours of sleep this week. Or it could be the fact that the house is a mess or that I’m down to my last pair of clean underwear. All the chores have been put on hold so I could tend to our son while you’ve been off playing ‘secret agent man’ in God only knows where.”

His mustache twitches and his jaw ticks.

“Honeybee, why didn’t you tell me you’ve been strugglin’? I would have—“

“Because I shouldn’t have to tell you!” you snap. “You should know me well enough by now to tell when I’m not okay! You should already have some inkling of how hard it is to raise a child and that the process usually goes much smoother when both parents are involved. But I guess I’m just a fool for assuming. Getting shot at is far less hazardous to your health than changing a dirty diaper after all.”

When the red finally clears from your vision you see that Jack’s has become clouded with a look you’d only bore witness to once and concluded that you never wanted to see again. His mirthful brown eyes dulled by a deeply rooted pain planted long ago by a cruel twist of fate. He’d been robbed of his first chance to be a husband and father and you’d just accused him of squandering his second.

“Sugar, I’m….I’m sorry.”

Shit. It’s not fair. You have been miserable for an entire week and you can’t stand to see him miserable for even a millisecond.

“No, I’m sorry,” you insist, voice and legs quivering. You lower yourself to the bed before exhaustion and gravity get the better of you. “I’m just so tired. Tired and frustrated.”

He drops to the bed beside you and pulls you into one of his signature hugs you’ve missed so much. The tightest of embraces that only he can give.

“I know you’re working hard to provide for our family,” you sob. “I know that but still I….I feel so alone, Jack.”

Before even a single southern-drenched syllable can leave his mouth, a sharp wail blasts from the baby monitor and your body reacts instinctively and urgently. You shoot up and out of Jack’s arms like a rocket.

“Let me check on him and then I’ll start dinner,” you say with a sniffle.

“I’ll get him, darlin’,” Jack insists, gently grasping you by the wrist and halting your minimal progress toward the door.

“But he probably needs—“

“I will get him.”

His hands are on your shoulders now—firm yet gentle—and grounding, comforting.

“Please, let me take care of my boy so you can take care of you, honeybee. And then, later, I’d like to take care of you, too. If you’ll let me.”

You can only muster a nod before he’s striding out of the room. Taking advantage of the first minute you’ve had to yourself in a week, you slip into the shower and let the warm spray unclench every muscle coiled tight with stress.

By the time you emerge, John is sleeping peacefully and a pizza’s been ordered. Jack dotes on you the entire evening, giving your aching feet a rub down with his skillful hands and cuddling you close as you both zone out to some ridiculous reality TV. His mere presence is a balm to your weary soul.

Whenever the baby cries in the middle of the night and your body moves on instinct Jack stills you, urges you back to the mattress, and takes on the challenge himself. It’s the best night’s sleep you’ve had in you can’t remember how long.

***

And surprisingly enough, you don’t manage to sleep any later than 9 a.m. The smell of extra greasy bacon lures you from bed, a siren’s call to your stomach.

John bounces in his high chair, babbling around a mouthful of mashed banana, most of which appears to have ended up on his face, shirt, and chubby little fists. Jack is an even more astonishing sight than your messy son, strutting about the kitchen in your frilly apron topping his off-white Henley and faded Wranglers.

“Well, good mornin’, sugar,” he cries, grabbing your hips to tug you in for a kiss. “Though I wasn’t expectin’ to see you up so soon.”

“How did you expect me to stay asleep when something smells incredible?”

“That would be my famous chocolate chip, peanut butter, and banana flapjacks.”

In true Southern gentlemanly fashion, he pulls out a chair and eases you into it before setting a towering stack of syrup-soaked pancakes before you, coffee and bacon following suit.

“Better eat quick now, darlin’,” Jack urges as he takes a seat with his plate. “You’ve got a busy day ahead of you.”

As if you could forget. That laundry is begging for attention, the house hasn’t had a good dusting in you can’t recall how long, and Johnny already needs a bath—

“I made you an appointment for noon.”

Your train of thought instantly stalls on the tracks.

“Appointment?”

Jack grins over the brim of his steaming mug.

“Honey, you need a break. Figured you might enjoy yourself a little spa day.”

You can hardly believe your ears.

“Spa day?”

“Yes, ma’am. Massage, mud baths, whatever the heck they do with seaweed, the whole nine yards,” he explains proudly. “I even called up your buddy from work and asked if she’d like to join you. And it’s all on me.”

“But Jack, what about John? And the house, the laundry, the cooking?”

“Gimme some credit, sugar,” he chuckles. “I think I can keep the homestead standin’ and our baby boy breathin’ for a day. Besides, it’s high time I start puttin’ in my fair share of help around here, isn’t it?”

You’re not sure if you want to thank him or burst into tears. Maybe both.

“You do so much, honeybee,” he says warmly, voice as smooth, rich, and sweet as the syrup sluiced atop your pancakes. “You move mountains every day to make this house a home. How’s about lettin’ someone do somethin’ for you for a change?”

You scarf down the rest of your pancakes before kissing him with sticky lips and racing up the stairs to get ready for your big day out.

***

You feel rejuvenated and refreshed. Brand fucking new. A far cry from the husk of a woman who’d left the house this morning. Wrapped in seaweed and slathered with mud you’d been returned to the earth and reborn at full strength, like a phoenix risen from the ash.

You'd been reunited with an inner strength and power you'd all but forgotten. And thank God for that, because you're going to need every bit of it to face the chaos you come walking back into upon your return home.

You can hear John’s piercing wails before you’ve cut the engine and opened the driver’s side door. You can smell the smoke before you've even reached the front steps.

Inside all hell has broken loose. Gray tendrils of smoke slither through the air, teasing the detector into screaming its warning. Your baby boy is giving it some stiff competition with his own cries as Jack struggles to bounce him on one arm while he tries to fan away the smoke with the other. Both gestures prove futile.

“It’s okay, buckeroo. You’re okay. Don’t cry. Please, please don’t cry.”

Jack looks so frazzled. The situation is far from funny so the last thing you should do is laugh at his expense. But dammit if you don’t anyway.

“Do you need some help there, cowboy?”

His frantic eyes find you through the haze and pierce you with a desperate, wordless plea. You take the inconsolable infant from your husband’s arm and soothe him into silence as Jack does the same to the smoke alarm.

“There now, Johnny. See? Everything’s okay. Daddy made the bad sound stop.”

“He just stopped cryin’ for you. Just like that.”

Something in his eyes burns. Something in his voice cracks.

“I couldn't bring him any kind of comfort. He didn't….want nothin’ to do with me.”

Your weary cowpoke sags into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and buries his face in his hands with an exasperated sigh.

“You were right, darlin’. I'm useless.”

You settle John into his high chair with a teething ring to distract him before turning your attention to your distressed husband.

“To be fair, I never said you were useless.”

“You may as well have,” he sighs. “And if you weren’t thinkin’ it before you’ll be thinkin’ it now.”

You smirk. “Rough day?”

“Oh darlin’, you don’t even know the half of it.”

He begins to recount the day’s challenges, his voice raising in pitch as goes from describing one hurdle to the next. He almost seems on the verge of tears.

“And I got so distracted while tryin’ to get our fussy boy to eat his dinner that I failed to hear the timer and let ours burn. Hence the fiasco you came home to. And when John started bellowing for his supper I was in the middle of the laundry and I forgot to separate the colorful items from the rest, so my new red jockeys turned our bathroom towels pink and….and I just failed so miserably today, sugar. I’m so sorry.”

You laugh, unable to help it. It’s all you can do at this point. “Welcome to my world, sweetheart.”

“How on Earth do you do it, sugar?”

If you’re being honest, you ask yourself that question at least once a day, and not always with the same emotional connotation behind it.

“There’s just something inside of me that encourages me to power through the difficulties. A force, a reminder.”

“An iron will for damn sure,” he scoffs.

“No, that’s not it,” you chuckle. “It’s love, Jack. For you and our boy. That’s what keeps me going.”

He looks at your have cradling his own, a gesture of both dominance and comfort. In this moment he believes that he is made of inferiority.

“I love you both to the moon and back, yet I can’t even do a load of laundry.”

“Jack you do enough. I have not, do not, and never will doubt your love for me and John,” you reassure him. “Acts of service just happen to be my particular love language, not yours.”

“Then what is mine?”

You lift his hands and kiss both sets of his knuckles. “Words of affirmation.”

His acts of service are for the world, but his words are just for you.

“But ain’t actions supposed to speak louder?”

“For others, maybe,” you shrug. “But that’s only because no one else speaks as loudly as you.”

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[starlightiing]

Anyway I have to start writing again. I have some of the next part of Car Crash Hearts written but I'd like to work on something else for a minute.

The descriptions are awful but there's not a lot of room to expand on them.

1. Pierre majors in sports cardiology and his roommate Esteban is an athlete. Esteban ends up in F1 at the end, with Pierre as his personal physician.

2. Pierre works in the hatchery with baby dinosaurs and Esteban is on asset containment security. Disaster strikes and they're left behind when the Evac boats leave. They have to work together to get off the island.

3. Pierre is a highly advanced state of the art android and you can't really tell the difference between him and a human unless you were to open him up. Esteban is his technician and the only person in the world who can fix him/maintenance him. But something happens that ends up in Pierre and Esteban going on the run (Estie has now technically stolen this android) and they fall in begrudging love along the way.

4. Pierre is found half-turned. Esteban puts him out of his misery and finishes the job (he's been a vampire for a while). However, Pierre's other sire comes back and makes a lot of problems for them. More than they are prepared to deal with.

5. If you haven't read the first part of Car Crash Hearts, I implore you to. But yeah Pierre gets into a horrible car accident (personal, not on the track) and Esteban is still listed as his emergency contact. He's left to pick up the pieces and deal with his complicated feelings regarding Pierre while he's watching the poor guy fight for his life in a hospital bed.

6. Pierre gets into a crash on track and he ends up paralyzed from the waist down and unable to drive. There are some other medical conditions as well. He requires a full time caretaker. Nyck de Vries is who Pierre's mum ends up hiring. He's a licensed counselor, a registered nurse, and one of the best caretakers in the world. Even he is not prepared for the wonder and mess that is a broken hearted, stubborn, scorned Pierre Gasly. Angst, healing, and love abound here.

7. Train AU - Pierre and Charles grow up poor (I haven't decided on the time period yet but it's far in the past). Pierre has a plethora of medical conditions (heart condition, severe asthma, among other things) and he's unable to do much of anything at all. Charles, even as kids, always put Pierre first and stayed loyally by his side. He ends up coming up with a plan to get them to a better life and maybe finally get Pierre into a doctor...but it's unknown if Pierre will be strong enough to survive the trip. Charles tries anyway.

8. Pierre rejects Charles. Charles turns to Esteban as a rebound. Esteban is incredibly wary, but he can't deny Charles what he needs. Things get a bit hairy, Esteban gets hurt a few times, but they do work it out in the end. Estie/Charles in the end.

[genevawrenn]

My headcanons I use within my writing from DSMP, QSMP and beyond;

Dream SMP: -Emerald earrings are given to those blessed by the Death Goddess, which includes; c!Techno, c!Philza, c!Niki, c!Ranboo, c!Eret, c!Foolish, c!Wilbur and c!Tommy -c!Techno, c!Philza, c!Eret, c!Foolish are ageless beings who can travel across the Realms -c!Philza uses his crows to send messages across the servers and dimensions -c!Techno and c!Phil can force their will upon Wither creatures to somewhat guide their decisions, they are still rather unruly beings -c!Techno's hound army is made up of the souls of those he and Phil defeated in battle -c!Techno can summon them at any time to do his bidding -c!Techno and c!Phil can make the conscious decision to leave a realm when they feel they have accomplished enough -c!Phil wears a braid that now has seven beads around the end in my QSMP tellings; Rose pink (Techno), daffodil yellow (Wilbur), leaf green (himself), blood red (Tommy), indigo purple (Ranboo), caramel brown (Niki), ocean blue (Chayanne) and gold (Tallulah) -c! and q!Phil suffered from injuries that greatly reduced his ability to fly for long periods of time, in some of my tellings he loses one or both wings all together depending on the canon the story decides while I write it -c!Eret is also known as Themis, where c!Foolish is their Undying Totem -c!Eret is blind from the long-term exposure to Withers from when they were set to be sacrificed by a Wither Cult. The only way to prevent the diseases progression was the Death Goddess' blessing. -c!Eret is related to Herobrine, where c!Foolish is the Death Goddess' first child with DreamXD until he went off on a power trip. Then She found c!Phil and had c!Wilbur. Which means technicially, c!Foolish and c!Wilbur are stepbrothers in my pantheon. -c!Eret contracted c!Techno to assassinate c!George when he was crowned after c!Eret was dethroned. c!Techno's only exception to his anarchist demands is c!Eret because they are fair and leave him alone, threatening c!Dream to do the same post c!Eret getting their throne back -c!Wilbur can also communicate using his Mother's crows, whether that be within the same server or across dimensions -c!Techno went to comfort c!Tubbo after the fireworks execution cause c!Techno might act like an emotionless badass, but he will always have a soft spot for youth -The Death Goddess is the one who prepares souls for their next chance or ferries them off to their afterlife -Herobrine controls all limbos (I also dubbed them 'the Unknown One') -DreamXD's controls travel between dimensions primarily, the Goddess can also use this ability -c!Ranboo's earrings all have meanings; a small L’Manburg flag (a momento to the nation lost), a bee (c!Tubbo), an allium (c!Tommy), a fox (c!Fundy) and a cookie (c!Niki) all hung from silver chains beside the gold-gilded emerald -The scars of previous deaths persist on your skin in the DSMP universe, as a reminder of how you died. -c!Eret is Harpocrates in the Syndicate, there was just never an opportunity to reveal themself as such. They were sworn in shortly after c!George's assassination.

-c!Technoblade and c!Philza make a point of brushing and braiding each others hair every morning they live together.

ALRIGHT QSMP TIME; -Everyone forgot their previous lives except q!Philza, the Angel of Death, for the first few weeks of that world. Also q!Wilbur, q!Niki, q!Bbh, q!Foolish -q!Philza still closely guards the emerald earring he will always wear

[straynoahide]

ainulindalë meta (II)

Index post here

Themes and comparison

the narrative of the ainulindale is divided into three themes (T1, T2, T3, for short), musical segments that occur in sequence in the 'timeless' halls, the Ainur and God's transcendent abode. the timeless halls are different from the Void.

each has a similar narrative structure: first we are told something about Eru (an action, or an emotion), then there's a description of the beginning to the musical segment, followed by an event (related to the Discord, that breaks the Harmony), followed by development(s).

for T2 and T3 we also have a comparative description to the themes before. T1 has nothing to compare itself to, as before was silence.

in addition, i think we could add an 'aftermath' (A) and analyze a similar sequence, so we can make an overall discussion for each (T1, T2, T3, A). i think we can map how the structure/sequence of the music matches the periodization of the ages, the sequence and meaning of events in the overarching narrative of arda. i might go on a lot of metaphysical tangents while i do that.

so first i'm going to go through each point for the themes and the aftermath, comparatively. when all the parts are laid out i'm going to discuss that correspondence with time-reckoning, lore events, and themes that have mostly to do with tolkienian theodicy and eschatology - like the doom of men and apokatastasis.

this includes discussing some heavy (both christian, but really universal too) anthropo/theological concepts. so on to it:

T1: -Eru: Eru teaches the Ainur to sing collectively (as a 'choir' capable of harmony) by playing each their part, filling their role -Beginning: Harmony of the Ainur -Event: Discord of Melkor 'to aggrandize his role' -Development(s): Storm of sound -Comparative description: n/a

T2: -Eru: Eru is amused ("smiles"), raises his left hand -Beginning: Second Theme "gathers power" and finds "new beauty" -Event: the Discord rises "in uproar" and "contends" -Development(s): War of sound "more violent than before" / many Ainur "sing no longer", others "joined the Discord" and Melkor "has mastery" -Comparative description: the Second Theme is "like and yet unlike" the First Theme

T3: -Eru: Eru is displeased ("stern") and raises his right hand -Beginning: Third Theme is "first gentle" but "gathers power" in "profundity"; it is described as 'deep, wide, slow', blended with "immesurable sorrow" from which its "beauty chiefly comes" -Event: Discord tries to "drown" the theme by "violence"; it is described as 'loud, vain, endlessly repeated', itself with little harmony but "unity of its own" in 'clamorous unison' -Development(s): the more triumphant notes of the Discord are 'woven into' the 'solemn pattern of the theme' / the Halls and beyond "shake with tremor" -Comparative description: the Third Theme is unlike the other themes - conceived by Eru alone, unknown to the Ainur 'in counsel'

A: -Eru: Eru is angry ("terrible") and raises both hands -Beginning/Event: a Piercing Chord -Development(s): Silence & Melkor's Shame -Comparative description: n/a (the music ceases) - until there should be a "New, Greater Music" with the Children (Elves, men, etc) aka a Second Music. The Ainulindalë is thus the First Music (a "Great" music), distinct from the Second; all Themes discussed are of it.

Discussion

The First Theme is the most straight-forward. Eru is teaching the Ainur each their own role, preparing them for the intended Harmony that would produce creation in its state of grace: Arda Unmarred, the world before Melkor's corruption.

Melkor, the most powerful Ainu from the get-go, seeks to aggrandize himself, actually, to take on the role of creator. this is clearly, in the beginning, about his desire to imitate his creator and create. creation is good; there is no inherent desire to surpass, destroy, or spoil.

while you can argue the imitation of god is intrinsically hubristic and bad from a human perspective, perhaps it is more plain to simply say it is a kind of attempt from melkor to attain 'full' divine capacity, and leave value judgments to the (literary) creator about whether such an apotheosis is good or bad or neither. I think Tolkien answers that through his envisioning of the Second Music.

at any rate, to create Melkor needs sth called the 'Secret Fire' or Flame Imperishable that is within Eru itself, so he can't get it. he doesn't know it, and he clearly thinks it is possible for him to attain it, so he seeks it in the Void.

in seeking this he leaves the rest; he is already different by nature -all of them are distinct from each other, individual and free-, but Melkor also becomes more unlike the rest in this darker way out of his own actions. he is in the Void only with his own thoughts, and thus his worries are concerns are for himself alone.

i think it is interesting we are told about assigned roles (by a figure of authority) and not natures. Ainur are to play their part in a symphony, that possibly God has fitted to the natural qualities of each, but they are roles nonetheless. nothing says that one Ainu could not have played the role of another.

Melkor's conflict is to fulfill his assigned role. so this is important: when it's God's time and he returns, Melkor is able to sing in Harmony but he chooses not to. Melkor is free and exercises his freedom in this manner. it is not his nature to break from his role, it is his chosen option.

and it's not just about singing differently (quality) but something about quantity or "how much" he takes for himself. the metaphorical "space" he occupies in the melody being greater ('aggrandize') than was presumably assigned to his role.

this behavior produces the Discord because it does not match with what the rest is doing. the manner God instructed them to fulfill their roles within the whole was not intended for Melkor's rebellion, it was intended for Melkor's assignment.

but Melkor is only truly concerned with his role and not with the whole symphony. he is a part, but he becomes totalizing and the part changes the whole from perfectly harmonious to imperfectly dissonant. the harmony and unity in the First Theme are broken.

it's described as the "storm" of sound.

a storm, so we're supposed to think of thunder. big noises associated to fires and danger that startle us because it is, well, unpleasantly coming out of nowhere from our perspective.

Melkor's sound is unexpected, loud, unpredictable to the rest of the Ainur who have not strayed in his singular pursuit, which itself comes from his singular, god-given nature.

there's a combination of qualities we are given as naturally Melkorian, (1) being mightiest among his peers -thus having no real equal in power (not necessarily the same as strength)-, (2) a strong and relentless creative desire, (3) a restlessness that drives him to the Void to seek out what he longs for (through the Secret Fire) - to fulfill his nature instead of his role.

it will later become unavoidable to think about whether Melkor (among others) has or doesn't have, retains or doesn't retain, redeeming qualities. I think it doesn't matter in that these are qualities explicitly stated in the narrative as god-given gifts. not only that, i think it's a wrong frame of thought. Melkor exists, so they are qualities period: without any of them, Melkor wouldn't be Melkor.

he would be less able/unfree to alter creation and sub-create, unmoved to do so, or apathetic despite wanting to - and we may post hoc wish for this or see this in a positive light - but he wouldn't be the individual spirit created by God in any of those hypotheticals, so clearly the Creator hasn't created a Melkor-less world, just like he hasn't created a world without any other spirit of child. we are where we are, just like the Children are in Arda.

[micah-da-1-and-only]

Imagine Reviving A Forgotten God: Part One

Disclaimer: This Is A Work Of Fiction. Nothing In this Story is True. Please Be Respectful Of Everyone. This Story Is Told From A Second Person Perspective. Please Let Micah Know If There Any Mistakes Or Suggestions.

Wandering in the forest alone never seems like a sane idea to the common man. The forest tends to hold secrets which the human mind is not prepared to comprehend. We are, more often than not, afraid of things that are unknown to us. This is why humans have developed such curious and inquisitive natures.

So pray tell, why are you different? Why do you wonder the grounds of the forest as if you have laid claim on them? Perhaps it is your withdrawn nature, or your desire to escape the restless life that was forced upon you by the people.

Relaxing is abnormal in our world, but you do not mind being abnormal. Not when the beauty and serenity of the forest surrounds you with love and protection from the hassles of life.

The forest holds marvelous things, and you have stumbled upon one of its many treasures. A marble temple of some sort, now overrun by greenery. Vines, leaves and flowers curl around the structure and its many pillars. Entering was a bit of a challenge.

Once inside, it was easy to see the temple must have been abandoned long before your presence on this Earth. The walls are now various shades of yellow and green. Tapestries and statues have vegetation clinging to them like guilt to a sinner. Beautiful glass window art is impossible to see pass the dirt. Dust has settled onto everything.

Your eyes are drawn to the marvelous and large statue that takes home at the back wall of the temple. This is the God to which this temple is dedicated to.

The statue was of a beautiful man with a body befit for a God. A sharp jawline, broad shoulders and lean muscles. You couldn't help but stare in awe.

If you were alive in the time period of this God, you'd be accused of blasphemy for so openly lusting after a higher being.

However, looking around at the large temple, a conclusion was made. Such a magnificent being should not be placed in such mess and disarray. He deserved better.

Returning to your abode, you gathered the necessary equipment for you trek back to the temple and left them near the front door. As you laid in your bed, you were lulled to sleep by the comforting thought of the old God's happiness once his temple was restored to its former beauty.

You, of course, were completely unaware of the holy presence which had followed from the temple.

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Brian Matyas of Ahsoka Tano fighting an unknown assailant. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 5, The Jedi. Calendar by DateWorks.

This story was originally published on June 29, 2024.

What could Grogu say about Ahsoka Tano that he hadn’t already said? Amazing Force worker. Snappy dresser. Fascinating person. Not a Jedi? Well, she had said that herself, but Grogu had his doubts about that. Just because you leave the Jedi doesn't mean the Jedi leaves you. He should know. He was and wasn’t a Jedi. It was complicated.

In his case it was complicated because he’d only been Master Beq’s padawan for a very short period of time. And most of the lessons they learned together were about avoiding the Inquisitors, the Sith, and the Imps. He’d never searched for a kyber crystal on Ilum, let alone built his own lightsaber. His hair wasn’t long enough to make a padawan braid. And he didn’t have a belt to give some style and flair to his coverall. You couldn’t really be a Jedi without going through that right of passage. 

On the other hand, he knew everything there was to know about the Force. He had absorbed every lesson he’d ever managed to sit all the way through. No one was better at meditating than he was. He had practiced and practiced and practiced until he could simply think of what he wanted and then floated silently, smoothy, effortlessly up into the air to collect the cookie container from the highest shelves anyone ever put it on to keep it from him. That was how Jedi did things. They were focused. Resolved. Relentless. 

Maybe that was the problem that Asoka Tano was dealing with now? She hadn’t been relentless. And she’d been distracted. Resolved? Nope. Can’t do that when you’re distracted. He didn’t blame her for that. How could he? You find out that your master, the person who trained you, taught you, shaped and molded your every thought related to the Force, the Jedi, and the galaxy at large, turns out to be some Sith’s apprentice! That’s gotta leave a mark! 

Grogu was amazed that she was even able to recognize another Force worker, let alone wield two light sabers and try to keep his dad from being, you know, his dad. Maybe that was the problem too. 

A Jedi wasn’t supposed to attack first and ask questions later. Just the opposite really. Ahsoka must have thought that Din Djarin was the enemy, but why think that? She had met Mandalorians before. She had to have. Bo-Katan Kryze, who was definitely a Mandalorian, had told them where to find Ahsoka Tano. If they knew each other than Ahsoka couldn’t be suffering from ‘all Mandalorians are bad’ syndrome, like so many other Jedi had suffered and had made Mandalorians suffer. That was a strong point in favor of her judgment being compromised because of that whole Jedi Master/Sith Apprentice thing.

Now, why did any of that matter? Why care that Ahsoka Tano wasn’t quite in the perfect headspace to work with him and his dad? It was a good question and Grogu wasn’t sure that he had a good answer. 

He’d spent a lot of time without anyone in his life who had known anything about the Jedi Temple, the other Jedi masters, the other Jedi knights, the whole process of going from youngling to padawan to knight. He missed a lot of people and wished that he had been able to do more to help prevent the disaster that had befallen them all. It was deep in his past, but the pain was easy to access and that was a big problem.  Meeting someone who had to have felt that same pain so closely, and yet, had been so far away when it all happened, was just a new twist in the story. A twist that Grogu didn’t need, want, or desire and he certainly hadn’t been prepared for any of it. 

Now there they were. In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, having a perfectly middle of the road discussion about him. Who was he? Why was he with a Mandalorian? Did he know who he looked like? Blah, blah, blah. What he really wanted from this former member of the Jedi was a hug and an apology. In that order. To just be held by someone who had once looked at Master Kenobi, who had taken lessons from Master Yoda, who had cringed when Master Windu raised his voice… that was a set of connections that could never be duplicated by anyone who hadn’t been at the temple at that time. That is what connected him to Ahsoka Tano, whether she realized that or not. 

He wondered what she wanted from him. Did she want a hug? He’d be happy to give her one. Did she want an apology for all the things that had happened to her that no one had recognized other than Grogu, but he hadn’t been listened to or even noticed? He’d be happy to do that as well. Did she just need a friend who remembered the same people she remembered the same way she remembered them? Well, there’s the rub. He didn’t remember much about Anakin Skywalker and the little he did remember wasn’t really all that pleasant and he wasn’t even talking about the whole Sith Apprentice thing. 

Nope. He and Anakin were the same age. But he was a human, more or less, and Grogu was not. The differences between them couldn't have been more startling. One of them just floats around the Jedi temple like dust particle getting blown around by the ventilation system and the other runs everywhere, all the time. One is tall and able to reach the jar of cookies on the top shelf of the kitchen storage room and the other one has to climb it all like a mountain because he’s been forbidden to use the Force to help. One of them broke everyone’s heart and the other couldn’t heal them fast enough to make a difference. 

He supposed that he and Ahsoka Tano would just have to agree to disagree. Neither of them were Jedi, even though they had both been raised by them. Neither of them were masters, but they had taught other people many lessons. One of them thought attachments were problematic because of the one she had for a person who was problematic. The other one, well he had a Mandalorian father now and there was no problem there. Mandalorians revered their duties as parents and protected their younglings no matter what. Grogu wasn’t going to leave his dad anymore than Ahsoka Tano was going to leave the galaxy. That’s just the way things were and Grogu was glad of that. 

He just had to hope that the Force was with him. It was. Of course it was. Why wouldn’t it be?

[natty1730]

Chapter 3 : After the storm

Dee's POV

'This day is already shit. Especially after the incident with the guitar last night, I just don't understand how someone like Heavy could be better than me. ' Dee thought, kicking a pebble while walking to school. "Dee are you even listening to me?" Heavy asked Dee, while tugging on his sleeve. "Yes sure, I am totally listening to you." The boy said sarcastically, causing Heavy to roll his eyes. "Don't you have a crush on that girl over there? HEY, L-" Dee shoved his hand against Heavy's mouth, while shushing him. 'Thank god Lif didn't hear. I think I would die if she did.' He thought before turning his head to Heavy and giving him a nasty death glare. "What. The. Hell. Why would you do that to me?!" Dee whispered to Heavy, who just shrugged his shoulders. After an awkward walk to school, the two brothers parted ways as they walked to their first period. As Dee neared his classroom, he saw Diana and another girl talking right in front of the doorway, blocking it. 'Of course. This just makes my day even better.' Dee thought, before walking past the girl he didn't know and roughly brushing her shoulder in the process.

'I wonder what Lif is doing right now... maybe doodling or-' "Dee please raise your hand!" Upon hearing this the boy immediately snapped out of his daydreaming and raised his hand, looking at the unknown girl standing next to the teacher. 'Great she's going to sit next to me. She's probably just going to stare at me the entire time.' He proceeded to look out the window again, trying to avoid eye contact. Dee noticed that the girl cleared his throat so he could look at her, but he would not budge and decided that it would be better to just ignore her. "Vy govorite po-angliyski?" She asked him, while rubbing her eye because it was rather dry. 'Seriously? Half of the school can speak English, she must be dummer than I thought.' Dee rolled his eyes before speaking. "Yes I do. Fluent." She then proceeded to introduce herself and make small talk, but then became quiet once the teacher started to talk. Dee looked to the side of him only to see Daisy freaking out over not having her pencil . 'She should've already been prepared...but this is her first day in a new country and all.' He thought before making the bold move and sliding over his pencil to Daisy, but still continued to ignore her.

"Heavy I have to stay after so I can talk to Lif, just go home without me." The blonde said before walking away from Heavy before he could say anything else. As he was walking to what he knew as Lif's last class he was stopped none other than an annoying pink headed girl. "Dee! We haven't talked in awhile, how are you? Do you like the new student Daisy ?" She asked while staring at him longingly. Just to get her out of the way Dee quickly responded, "Diana I'm not interested. So fuck off." And walked off trying to find Lif. After walking for a while he finally found the girl sitting down on the floor and drawing. 'Okay this is it Dee. You can do this. Just go up to her and talk to her, it's not that hard. Alright here I go.' He thought nervously, before he chickened out and just decided to walk home dejected and alone.

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No one's POV

"Daisy is so cool! You're so lucky that you sit next to her!" Heavy said while setting down the plates on the table for dinner. "Yeah I guess, I mean her piercings are pretty cool." Dee said while sighing, still thinking about the fact that he missed his chance to talk to Lif. "In my opinion she's much cooler than that other girl you have a big fat crush on, in fact-" "Heavy. We talked about this." Dee interrupted him while giving him the deadliest glare he could muster. "Yeah whatever, all I'm saying is that you guys should become friends so I can see her more often." The red headed boy told him, as he sat down the last of the silverware. "See who more often, boys?" Glam asked from behind the two brothers, making them both jump in the process. Dee just sighed and walked back upstairs to his bedroom. "This new girl at school! She's in Dee's grade and she's super cool." Heavy said before slumping into one of the kitchen chairs. "Well that's nice Heavy, but remember don't force people to do things they don't want to do! Especially your brother." Glam said with a bit of a darker tone in his voice than usual. "Yeah I guess you're right." He told his dad, who just gave him a small hum in response.

Heavy really likes you y'know, he thinks that you're pretty cool." Dee said, glancing at Daisy who was staring at Diana. “Does he now?Do you think I'm cool?" Daisy suddenly asked, turning back to face Dee who turned a little bit red around his ears. "I can't say, I haven't really known you long enough to come to a conclusion " Daisy just hummed and glanced back at Diana, taking notice of the way she's ignoring her. "Weren't you two friends or something? She hasn't even looked at you at all during class." The blonde boy said, leaning into his seat to glance at Diana. "Diana is just but she is just ignoring me for some reason. I don’t know.” ." Daisy whispered to Dee, while putting her textbook back in her bag. "I could talk to her if you would like, but only for a price." He then said, smirking at Daisy "Name your price then." He leaned in and looked around to make sure that no one was listening. "I like this girl, but I can never find the courage to talk to her. If you could talk to her for me, then I'll talk to Diana for you." "Why me, and which girl?" Daisy asked, realizing that she felt a little disappointed knowing that Dee liked someone else. "Lif, and since you're new I think she would like to be friends with you." Daisy thought for a second and smiled, putting her hand out for a shake. "We have a deal then Dee."

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"Dee is super cool! I like his clothes and stuff, but it's a little creepy that he follows me around sometimes. He's offered me tickets to this band before... but I had to turn him down." Daisy curled an eyebrow and asked why. "Well I just liked this other person " The new girl knew better than to pry, taking notice of a certain melancholy glint in her eyes. Daisy changed the subject back to how weird Dee can be sometimes, and they both started to laugh. "Yeah well he can be a bit of a weirdo sometimes." Daisy giggled out picking up Lif's bag for her. "So how does it feel moving to Russia? I mean everyone here is talking about how hot the new pretty foreigner is." Daisy's eyes slightly widened and her face earned a small bit of color. "Oh I'm not really that pretty, but thanks." Y/n said handing over Lif's bag to her. They both started to talk while walking out of the classroom, both realizing that they both shared some of the same interests, hobbies, and even music. "Daisy, do you wanna walk home with me?" Lif hopefully asked gripping onto the handle of her bag, a bit harder than usual. "Yeah sure!" They both walked out of school and started to find common ground together, both finding one another pleasant to talk to. "So how was your life like out of Russia?" Lif asked not knowing about the problems Daisy had with her family. The girl mustered up her biggest smile, and tried her best to seem homesick. "It truly was like something out of a teen movie. But I miss the way my grandma would hug me, and tell me how wonderful I was. The way my aunt and I would have fun together and how we would both just hang out at the beach together. That sounds so fun! I wish I wasn't in Russia. One day I'm going to save up all my money so I can go to an art school in New York City !" After that they both walked together in a comfortable silence, up until they stopped at presumably Lif's house. "I'm really glad that we're friends now Daisy, " Lif said before walking into her house and closing the door. Daisy couldn't help but to have a genuine smile crawl onto her face as she realized that she finally made a real friend.

"Daisy !" Snapped out of her daze, the girl snapped her head to look behind her, only to see Heavy running toward her. Once he reached her he stopped and smiled. "I ran home to ask my dad if you could come over for dinner and he said yes! So do you want to come? Don't worry about being the only guest, my dad's sister will be there too!" The girl looked at the time on her phone, then realized that her new piano teacher was supposed to be at her dad's in two hours. "Sorry Heavy I can't. I need to get ready to meet my piano teacher." Heavy's smile faltered a bit, as if he put two pieces together. Then suddenly an even bigger smile was on his face, "It seems like you'll be stuck with us for a while. But no worries about dinner, just tell me a day when you can come over!" Choosing to ignore that weird comment he made, Daisy just smiled and nodded as she walked to her apartment.

Daisy, you are home later than usual. But considering that you just got lost, . Just don't let it happen again or there will be consequences. Understand?" "Yes father, I won't let it happen again." He coldly smiled, “Now go and get dressed, your piano instructor will be here in a minute, the instructor is a good friend of mine from the art conservatory. Meaning she is from a very respectable and powerful family. So you must be looking presentable. I don’t want you to make a fool out of yourself in front of the instructor. There is some makeup that I put on your vanity, use it. There is also a pair of shoes next to your bed that you will wear with the dress. That is all." She held her tongue and walked away. "Yes father." When she got to her room the sat down on her bed and her dress was hung . She noticed an abundance of makeup, along with a note of instructions on how she should look tonight. 'Jesus he's an actual control freak.' Daisy thought while reading the letter. 'Must cover up all acne while still maintaining a natural look, must have neatly brushed straight hair, must wear dress and shoes picked out for you, must take out all piercings, and you must have polite manners. Don't talk unless someone addresses you.' Daisy was beyond disgusted, repulsed even. How dare someone try to control her. Daisy already decided, she was going to raise hell at dinner.

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[kuraikyu]

@digenvez : It's a bold move to make --- Reaching out for his friend. Carefully, nearly gingerly, using his hand to cradle the other's chin, a benign touch that could be brushed off and pulled away from if wanted and demanded. " Hey. " It had been incited by the sadness he had worn all day in his eyes, by that untold little story, singing out in a discordant tone only between the both of them when fingers brush along Suguru's jawline. Aside from the soft call, there was nothing else, just this certainty of I'm here.[ teen satoru and suguru <3 ]

Rings under sunken eyes laminated by dark circles grew with worries unbefitting of his age. A silk ladder unrolled across the ivy wanderlust of each other's limitations. Suguru himself was not weary in hardships of body but shadows of his mind.

The familiarity of the sound rings hollowly in still tapestry of his arduous dreaming. The strongest and egotistical by definition in a tough position, would hold no caution counsel in dealings with his best friend. Yet, here was the other one, engulfed by silence of campus, sitting and staring how spilled ink soaked into notepad pages with glassy eyes and perception deeply absent; compounded guilt and ruin that have fallen beneath notice. Time itself had become irrelevant; tens of seconds could have been hours, hours mere seconds. Why Sorcerers ignore warnings at their peril? Can't they see that our life would be fleeting as single breath because of ... [ ... ]

That one stupid word regarding primates of this society haunted his mind like Baskerville hound. Unfortunately, it was not only sadness that day. Did he really think Satoru would not notice, his stands apart from the rest, how every now and then his eyes drift into direction of the unknown and without aim or focus, nervous finger drumming against the table surface, reading more than thirty minutes one sentence of a short poetry book? And those periodically violent shifts in his cursed energy whenever he was alone? Wordplay without surrounding consonants. There are two syllables in water and three in inferno, he thirsted for the first while fusing himself with the latter but he would not weep for the need of it. Such a theatre of absurdity it made his stomach twist and turn. Near to choking on self-produced venom, day by day his inner darkness was growing teeth, searching for a target to sink them in without truly understanding or acknowledging such desire. Whatever it was it couldn’t feel pain, yearning, or regret just this eclipse of emptiness he kept falling in endlessly. There was something feral going on within scape of Suguru's energy that day, something that threatened to unleash itself from chains and rip to shreds whenever light and solace would not reach him. The night parade in his core kept perpetually thinking about carnage and craved bloodshed of the unworthy scums. The shower should be soothing and not the other way around. He blamed too much exorcism, too much everything ...

Until his focus was guided away by initiatively secured touch. Hand that roams far afield along the contour line of his jaw sending shivers down his spine. And he follows, cranium titles. There was a mild sense of astonishment expanding in the gloom of Curse eater's eyes where somewhere in their depths, with a flick of sericeous tail a shimmer of hope swims like an ivory beta in the black pool of Yin. Another half is never too far, even to the ends of the earth to complete like an equation and like a missing piece puzzle. They ride though life conjoined - expanding and contracting instinctively, filling each other's spaces liquidly despite spiny conflict. Two halves of insanity - a beginning of terrible brilliance for twisted mirror can not exist by itself.

Bright red quickly darkening, the spider lily coops petals of trickling vices and prepares to slumber, applause echo of invisible collective ceased, every fleeting beat of touch has died safe and warm within attempts of rescue. But even if temporarily so -- was it not a moment worth to mellow in that tender light, calm and reassuring, forget about what gaudy day denies, reject the ends of being, and lean against ideal grace?

Satoru? Early is the hour in which he returns, by the time Geto was long after the shower. Did he say something; something before? He could swear Gojo's lips moved just now but he could not hear anything until his sense of sound returned to the faculty of perceiving.

White portion of the eyes saturated with bloodshot. Awareness perked enough through executing action to reflexively trap firmly his friend's wayfaring wrist within his hand. It was almost harsh; nearly savage, only to manifest another touch the next second with a lighter contact where each could try and pry free if wanted. Persistent fool, he would still try, /attempt/, knowing he should not be around when the binge eater was near at peak of his worst.

A worm gnawing at his subconsciousness manifested once again. Oh, look who shows up. Where were you for so long, hm? ........ Where were you when I needed you the most?

Ah, the Honored One finally minding to pay a visit to his old friend after done safeguarding his new priority; monkeys?! He wanted to coil arms around his stomach, curl, and cackle in hysterical self-derision and romanticization of disgust. But there's a hiss that snakes bitterly past his lips instead. Oh, and that moment and he could have snapped, could have pulled him into ravaging calamity and devoured him, setting the floor ablaze with the impact of destructive turbulence where even divinity would shake itself because he knew Satoru could withstand that, the thought was there, at length of his arm -- rooting deep. One tug was enough to pull them together in a tornado of seeking intensities. But his best friend's eyes ... like cloudless climes and starry skies ... kept looking at him with a sign of worry and reminded him of lost control. Once ravenette fulfilled his sight with prolonged eye contact he seemed relatively calmer, no, much calmer, because, and undeniably foremost he always had this emollient effect on him. Upon his word, faithful puffs of warm breath fell on the brevis of the inner side of Gojo's palm as Geto held him in place until full rotation to face him. Lips on the doorstep to quiver from sucking in a thicker consignment of air till he masters and swallows indescribable emotions, until they vanish and he stands once again with his expression tired just this time indulging in something grander and less destructive. Ocean eyes take him back to the floral shores sweet as May. Like at the edge of the receding glacier, he nodded sagely as a sign of perception and even attempted to charm fragment of a ghosting smile, " I'm sorry, my reflexes must have overreacted due to pounding headache ... did you say something? I probably misheard ... ''

" Must be the weather ... "

Thank you. For being here ... and reminding me (*how) to be better.

[maytheoddshq]

Kaiko Apollyon (he/him). Peacekeeper. 23. Logan Lerman.

TW: Murder

Kaiko knew he would shed blood for Panem – knew he would fight for it like loyal children do. His parents had foretold it, passed it on in their blood: a Peacekeeper for a mother and a ranking officer in Panem’s Coast Guard for a father. But like most prophecies, most birthrights, they never unfold as seamlessly as we want them to. His began long before his birth, when the woman who would someday be his mother – Minerva – was sent from the academy in Two and stationed on the coast of Four to guard the Panem Sound. From what? They were not told. Only that ground forces were needed; when an order was given, they obeyed. But whatever they feared failed to show, leaving the residents of the base to bide their time, to venture out into the district and form new ties. The same befell the coastal fleet, the guard coming back in from their surveillance of the sea — and Minerva met Alon met during low tide, when everything was visible, shells and stones and the imprint of their feet. Kaiko asked to hear it again. Another retelling, every night before bed. Of their great love, and their brave adventures, and the future that was waiting on the other side of an arena for him. Shimmering, like deep water. Vast and saturated, brimming with possibilities and fantastical unknowns. He never realized the ocean at night looked so much like a fresh bruise.

In the Academy, Kaiko was a future victor in need of allies, in search of a sufficient district partner and a clear path to the Reaping stage. But he was also a boy, too brave for his britches, too charming and bold. The years passed, and he grew into his own skin, into these pieces, becoming every ounce the soldier his parents had hoped. And throughout, he accrued a collective: a group of six – himself included – who were, undoubtedly, the best. There was, of course, no way they could all be victors, unless they got very, very lucky six years in a row. But having to compete amongst themselves was an easier task, something more concrete than worrying about the rest of the ambitious kids in Four. On their good days, they were inseparable. Loud and joyous, the clash of waves beating proudly against breaker stones. Dauntless companions. But on their worst days, they were brutal. Cut-throat and cruel, taking it too far. Amping up each dare, pressing against sore wounds, reminding each other that only one wins in the end. 

But they enjoyed the existence of young gods: well-bred without regard for mortality, too much at their disposal and no one to ward them off from it. Kaiko took all he could. The glamor, the violence, the freedom – and its chains. The expectations were unrelenting, but he bore them. Heavy is the head. In-group dynamics shifted over the years, but Kaiko had always been enamored with Medea, and for a brief period, he thought he had achieved all he could ever want. They were together, on track for their individual Games, two magnificent creatures preparing to breach for air. But they were burning too hot, too fast. A passion like that never lasts long enough. They parted by the 129th Biannual Hunger Games, returning to what always was. Both Kaiko and Medea managed to move on – Medea disappearing to the Capitol for the 130th Games, and Kaiko staying behind, pursuing another member of their group: Maxine. They played at normalcy, back to their antics. A group of friends who were also enemies. But old habits die hard, if ever, and two magnets – no matter how long they’ve been kept apart – will always pull. 

By the time pre-Games coverage of the 132nd Biannual Hunger Games had begun, the energy of the Academy was tense, rife with jealousy and excitement – overflowing with egos left battered and bruised. It was challenging to leave anything well enough alone, especially within their group. Always pushing each other, always aiming for something more daring, more brutal. It was storming the night they climbed the cliff, warm summer air salty from the ocean spray below. Kaiko should have known better. He understood the dangers of dark waters, of playing too close to edges, crossing lines and falling below. When they left the cliff that night, Maxine stayed. She couldn’t leave, lying dead at the bottom of the cliff – crumpled on the rocks, empty eyes turned up to the sky. It was low tide. 

Money exchanged hands. Eyes were averted. Kaiko was expelled from the Academy, along with the others, and so not only had he lost his friends, but also his future. Both Maxine and his dreams died that night. Instead of becoming a victor, Kaiko became the second-best thing: a soldier. Thanks to his parents’ standings within Panem’s military, he was quietly installed as a Peacekeeper within the Coast Guard, boarded on the next ship and sent to serve his nation. He went dutifully, as loyal sons did, becoming one of Panem’s finest. For half a year, all he saw was more blood-soaked sea. First, in Four, but the stay near home was brief. With rebellion mounting in Eleven, Kaiko was pulled from his post and sent across Panem as reinforcement. Eleven’s long stretch of gulf coast needed monitoring, needed manpower – and when an order was given, he obeyed.

Now, with unrest in Eleven continuing to grow, Kaiko has been granted shore leave – though not without orders – and sent to the Capitol on Peacekeeping business. However, as a suspect in his (ex)girlfriend’s murder, Kaiko is walking a fine line – and it’s getting thinner every day. 

  Three strengths and three weaknesses?

(+) Debonair, Personable, Courageous, Eloquent

(.) Dutiful, Idealistic, Obedient, Sentimental

(-) Competitive, Impulsive, Opportunistic, Conniving

PENNED BY: LENA

[the-worms-world]

ok so loke what if it is not a skeleton at all running the experiments. Oh my god i just had so many fucking ideas you do not even KNOW.

Ok so heres the sequence of events. lilgaster (ittybitty) survives the war. barely. is taken in by asgore and toriel. EvilBadguyScientist sees tinygaster wandering around sometimes, unattended. Not often, but sometimes all the same. barely ANYONE knows of this kid and eith all the hustle and bustle of keeping the underground running, who is really gonna notice one less weird little kid running around?

And besides. Yknow. Science, and all that stuff. They're a bit less smart than handplategrowngaster was/is, and as the royal scientist, they've made a lot of soul theory progress!! Haven't made the core, but there's a semi-funtional system up and running... most of the time.

they have been assigned to try to find alternate ways to break the barrier! They believe that just maybe. Monster souls could be manipulated or might just hold the key to figure out how *exactly* the barrier works. Problem is, How TheFuck Do You Go About Adking for Someone To Be MaybeTortured for a CHANCE at figuring out how the barrier works??? and god knows asgore would forbid it, too, but this is the most promising step for a mystery they have sunk *quite* a lot of time and energy and resources into and it effects *everyone.* So, logically... take it private. Keep it secret. Under lock and key. And all you need now is something to test on...

And there's that little kid again, ~~young and malleable.~~ all alone and unknown and looks so, so alone. (He's not alone. Unbeknown to EvilBadGuy. He's under the king and queen's care, but with how withdrawn he is, barely anyone has met him.) And they think.... It's just one kid. Alone, all the time, they never seem to have any friends, so nobody would really *hurt* from the loss of the kid... so the distorted, hard-to-understand kid's soul turns blue and he flies away, away, stolen inti the darkness.

Asgore and Toriel's first kid can't be found anywhere. Their hearts break for the first of many times down here. There's a mourning period, and most assume the kid must have fallen down waterfall or met some other unfortunate, accidental fate.

Kid acquired! Schemes: InMotion. Just one probably won't be enough, so... well, research has shown under proper circumstances, removed monster tissues- if given a bit of SOUL from the monster the tissues were taken from- are probably able to grow by themselves. ...

Better them than me, the scientist reflects, watching the laser shoot down, and the screaming of the kid- they need to stop referring to it as a kid, now on- and the laser seem to blend together, an awful unharmonized chorus. Two arms, the scientist figures they might as well, you know?

Chipping the soul away is *significantly* harder and much more... hands-on. The- It passes out fairly early on. It is probably for the better- that screaming would of been incredibly distracting.

Three tubes are prepared. It goes into the first one- and is surely won't survive outside of stasis, it's HOPE has withered in concerningly drastic amounts during the week it has been here. The first of the plate and infused soulchip go onto the second tube, and then the other in the third. Now it's just a waiting game- for the first of the array's wounds to stop bleeding, so to speak, and the second and third to grow.

BAM! everything then on is a p much direct continuation of handplates, with them being labeled ???0-W, ???1-S, and ???2-P. Gaster is naturally the most miserable out of the three, and somehow hovers with even less HOPE than Sans does. He was always a quiet kid, weighted down by the things he witnessed and survived, then a brief respite of warmtj and love by the Dreemurr family, then back into misery. He almost died... kind of a lot, compared to the other two. It seems to perk up at the unnatural skeleton lifeforms, but only by so much.

Someone mentioned that I hadn’t drawn Gaster in one of the hospital gowns yet. Not as much fun from the other side, is it!

Not sure who’d be doing this to him though. The brothers would never! And without a brother to support him through it, I’m not sure he’d survive…

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