#reflection.🌧

[badcountryofficial]

Me when im stuck in the past: no no I need an answer I need DRY HEAVE to find an answer I need to find a wY OUT I need...VOMITS it HURTS why did it happen why oh God let me change it please god—

Me when I get back to the present: WHEEEEEE LOG INTO MY HAPPY AND LEVEL UP MY LALA😀🌈🌼🍭🦋✨️💗🌞

[alicenpai]

my piece for the Hemisphere: a Witch Hat Atelier seasons themed zine! thank you for having me! they're having a leftovers sale until stock runs out 🖋🍀🌷🍁❄🌧 WIPs + inspiration board + symbolism under the cut! got some requests to put this on my inprnt! the site has sales very often & you can grab it as a small or big size print.

I had a pretty good idea of the composition from the get-go. I took inspiration from art nouveau (primarily Alphonse Mucha), German fairy tales, and some 1920s perfume ads. I wanted the girls to look like fairies, akin to The Root Children by Sibylle von Olfers.

Olly just didn't work out in this drawing due to time restraints. I do love him very much though.

I actually kinda stopped making illustrations like these (including the TGAA/DGS tarot card + TGAA/DGS zine pieces a while back) because they were starting to get very hard on my arm, as I had an RSI (repetitive strain injury) a few years back during school. (Not putting the onus on the zines at all ofc! I genuinely love working with zine projects! it's def a me thing WAHAHAHA. my style was getting too anime and too detailed for my liking and everything was just taking forever to finish ngl. but I didn't have time to experiment with a more simple style outside of all of my deadlines)

I think that realizing you need to stop is okay. It's something that Shirahama teaches us in her story and I want to learn to take it to heart.

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MILD SPOILERS AHEAD (for those who havent read the story I guess)

each character's symbolism:

- Coco - spring, clovers - Coco is the quintessential spring girl, and I wanted her to symbolize new beginnings, and oh boy did Coco bring a big one. The four leaf clover in particular symbolizes luck and good fortune - to some characters, Coco may have brought fortune, to others her presence brings misfortune, take that as you will.

- Tetia - summer, gladiolus - the name "gladiolus" comes from the Latin word "gladius", meaning "sword", based on the shape of the flower. you can interpret it as "you pierce my heart", perfect for a girl like Tetia, who has a contagious energy, with a romantic and grandiose nature.

- Agott - autumn, marigold - I read somewhere marigolds symbolize strength and power, perfect for our little magical powerhouse Agott. They can also symbolize jealousy (yellow flowers in particular have this association), which reflects on her rivalry with Coco in the beginning.

- Riche - winter, snowdrop - The white color of snowdrops has a strong connotation to innocence, which reflects on Riche's wish to stay a child forever. It can also symbolize rebirth and new beginnings (like Coco's clovers), as the snowdrop is the first flower to bloom in the spring, when the snow has not yet melted. I wanted the concept of "rebirth" to associate with Riche's friendship with Euini, and of his sort of "rebirth" into a new being.

- Qifrey - he does not have a flower per se, but as the caregiver and educator of the four girls, he represents the rainy season - precipitation being the one thing that binds all of these seasons together. (Note some areas of the world do not have a rainy season like where I live). I think somewhere along the line I wanted to put hydrangeas behind him, to really bring out the "rainy" theme, but the thought probably got lost somewhere in translation...

- bg flowers - honestly I just picked whatever. white lily, daffodil, hydrangea, zinnia, tulip

[laviannasfanfics]

Hard times

Homophobic parents, 🪻&🌸&🌧

a/u. Vi x reader.

You never thought you'd end up crying in the rain at Vi's doorsteps, but here you are. Kicked out of your house because your parents found out that you have a girlfriend...

You knocked at her door, not even 10 seconds later, she opened the door with wide eyes as you rushed into her arms.

"Hey hey hey, y/n what's wrong?" Vi asked while she rubbed your back, bringing you inside, closing the door. You started sobbing into her arms, and all she could do was stand there and wait for you to answer. As you picked your head up off her shoulder, she cupped your face as your eyes drifted off from her face. You couldn't look at her.

"They..they found out. They found out about everything. They found out about me, you, us. I'm so sorry. I really tried. And I know I shouldn't have just-" you rambled on so fast you didn't realize when she put her lips on yours. Your heart was racing, body tence, but Vi has always been here for you to come back to and to comfort you. Your body relaxes as her kiss lingers.

She slowly backs away from the kiss, resting her forehead on yours. Both of your eyes are closed.

"You don't ever have to apologize to me. Especially for being yourself. Okay?"

She wiped your tears away with her thumbs. You open your eyes to find hers looking back at you.

"Okay...Vi I never...I never meant for you to get caught up in all of...this. Whatever this is. Their problems always reflect on me, which just falls back on you-"

"Honey, listen to me. I. Do. Not. Care. Fuck em. All that matters to me is you. I don't care what they think of me. I care about you and us."

She's soft with her voice, but you can tell she's being serious and stern. Vi means what she says. It comes from the deepest part of her heart.

You are her soul tie. Her string of balance. She's your twin flame. Your everything.

"Please understand when I say I love you. I love your mind, your body, your soul, even your damn stubbornness."

You both lightly laugh as you lean into her hands, placing your hand on top of hers.

"Vi I do, but I don't want to keep relying on you for everything. I'm helpless. I feel like I keep taking advantage of you. I fall back onto you when everything goes wrong."

You sob lightly, trying to catch your breath. Her eyebrows frowned, looking at you in the eyes.

"Oh my sweet girl...I'm here for that. That's what I'm here for, I'm here to go through these things with you. You're my girl. And I wouldn't change that for anything in the world."

She kisses your forehead, then you lean into her shoulder and she moves her hands down on your waist, rubbing her thumbs on your sides, as you move your arms around her neck, moving your body closer to hers.

"I love you." You say as your grip grows tighter around her.

"I love you more." There's a comforting moment of silence between you two before she speaks again."You can stay with me as long as you want to. I don't mind at all, okay? Don't ever think you're a burden on me." She always knows what you're thinking without speaking out loud. Vi knows just what to say to make you feel better.

"Okay. Thank you Vi. You always know what to say." She lightly laughs, "I know, baby. I know." She rubs up and down your back as you rest your body on hers.

"Hey baby?"

"Yeah?" You say as you picked your head up.

"Let's go lay down. How does that sound, hmm?" Vi hold you ever so gently, afraid if she hugs you too much, you might break.

"Yeah, I would like that alot."

"Okay, but first let's get you changed into some different clothes."

"Okay...can I wear one of your shirts?" With a smile on her face, she hums in approval, nodding her head. "Of course baby, whatever you want." She kisses your forehead.

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A/n: I hope you guys loved this plot as much as I did. I'm so glad I came up with this. Also, if anyone has parents like that, please reach out to me or someone for comfort. I know this is a very delicate subject. So if anyone needs to talk, I'm all open ears.

[leggerefiore]

kind of silly but what about villains showing up to work with a visible hickey from their s/o on their neck without realizing

I did something similar with lipstick previously for other characters but this should be fun

cw: hickies, embarrassment

characters: Cyrus, Archie, Maxie, Guzma

You locked your arms around your boyfriend. Catching him as he was getting ready for the day, you felt a sudden urge to get out a bit of tension with him. Lips soon found his neck as you began to suck at the tender vascular area. A groan left him. He allowed the actions to continue just long enough for a hickey to begin to form. Then, he managed to wring you away and remind you that he had to head out for a meeting today. Your eyes observed the obvious mark on his neck as he finished dressing himself and headed out the door.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ There was little on Cyrus's mind as he slipped off his vest for a moment. He did not even notice how Saturn's expression grew more flustered. His mind was focused on the machine in front of him. He rolled up his sleeves to try loosening a piece that might have been too tight and impeding the function of it. Saturn was supposed to be monitoring a data output on a nearby monitor. Instead, the commander's eyes could not leave the further exposed skin of his boss's neck. A dark bruised sat there. His mind raced to a possible attack first before realising it was just the one. Which meant… Saturn swallowed.

☄️ When Cyrus had finished, he took a step back and wiped his brow. His attention finally went to Saturn, who seemed lost. He blinked. Eventually, the commander cleared his throat and tried to regain his bearings. Though, his eyes kept travelling back to the other man's neck. He worried about how others in Galactic might react to such a thing. “Er, Master Cyrus,” he began, “There is a mark on your neck. You may wish to keep your vest on when possible.” Cyrus's eyes went large in reply as he stepped towards a more reflective piece of metal to get a look. His vest was immediately put back on.

☄️ Cyrus was mortified for the rest of the day. Feelings corrupted his mind any time a grunts eye would linger just below his face. He tried to move his collar up to further obscure the thing, but a small section would always just peek out and leave him tormented. Thankfully, somehow, only Saturn got to see before he went home to find some mental peace. (And demand that you never do that again.)

🌧Archie🌊

💧 The Aqua Leader did not even think to check his neck as a few grunts cleared their throats and averted their eyes. He just assumed something else was going on that he had been unaware of. In a sense, that had been the case, yet he did not assume it had anything to with him. The first person to give him any real signs was Shelly, whose eyes went wide as she attempted to process his boldness for a moment. Then, she reconsidered it. Was it boldness? Archie might love his partner with a very obvious pride, but he was not the type to really show off those kinds of things. Her fingers came to pinch the bridge of her nose. That could only mean one thing. He did not know. The mark was easy to see – What with how he wore his wetsuit.

💧 When Archie turned to her after finishing reviewing a plan to clean up Slateport's Beach from trash, he saw annoyance on her face. She twirled a stand of dyed blue hair around her finger before sighing. He cocked up a brow. Did she know what had everyone in a strange mood today? A chuckle then left her, and she shook her head. How his partner sneaked a fast one on him, and he did not even notice, was beyond her. “Archie,” she said simply, “Did you have a good morning? You might want to check a mirror.” He walked off to do just that. She later heard a loud laugh.

💧 He was a good sport about it. Despite what Shelly might have thought, he did wear it like a badge of honour. A sign that his dear Luvdisc did love him. A certain prideful sense filled him when he caught a few looks from his grunts. He wanted to repay the favour, though. His plans for the evening were going to be busy, at least. Shelly rolled her eyes when he said that he was leaving early. Matt seemed a little lost.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 Whatever you had done to him, he felt that he had it covered with his sweater. That should have been the case, yes, he thought, but the temperature simply disagreed with his theory. While he liked the heat, even he had an upper limit, which made his careful defence less useful. He folded down the knitted fabric to make his skin have room to breathe while his coat was dumped off in a corner of his office. He was down to just his shirt and shorts when he was snapped back to reality by Tabitha warping in with some reports.

🪨 Tabitha had been paying little attention to the Magma Leader himself, instead working to summarise the reports about their geothermal energy tests as best he could. But, his eyes drifted to his boss's exposed neck. The pale skin would have otherwise been of little interest, yet he spotted a dark mark against the skin. Like a bruise. Concern entered his mind, yet it passed after seeing only one. Which meant… Tabitha finished his report. Maxie cocked a brow up at him, commenting on how he had trailed off for a moment. “… Sorry, Leader, I was worried about that mark on your neck,” he opted to play ignorant, “I was wanting to make sure that you were alright.” Maxie's face turned a similar shade as his head as he turned away from his admin. Tabitha took that a dismissal and left.

🪨 Maxie did not leave his office for a good hour or two after that incident. When he finally did, he kept his collar on the way up despite how his body protested the excess coverage. He had to be an example for his team, which is what he had insisted to himself. Yet, the truth was more than apparent to himself. The heat was an excuse to go home early, in the end. You had a very upset geologist asking you not to mark him up before work.

💀Guzma🕶

□ He had been a bit out of it when he finally left his room to go meet up with that woman about something. A few of his underlings had cleared their throats or gave him thumbs up or cheer, but that was not an uncommon thing around their group. He had nearly cleared the house and was about to head out to Ula'Ula meadow for a meeting when Plumeria got up from the chair she had been lounging into him. Her eyes narrowed. She unceremoniously tossed back his jacket to scrutinise his neck.

□ Guzma left wordless by this, not used to Plumeria doing anything like this before. Her dark eyes focused intensely on a spot for a second before he pulled away and looked into his eyes. “Hey, dummy,” her voice was somewhere between teasing and firm, “You have a hickey obvious on your neck. You might want to cover that up before you meet that president woman.” She motioned to her room, where she had some make-up. Guzma blinked before throwing back his head and scolding himself. How did he forget to check after you did that?

□ He had let Plumeria cover the darkening patch on his neck before finally heading off to his meeting. Some part of him felt thankful that Plumeria had caught that and prevented any kind of tension between him and the Aether President. She was usually so nice, but he knew well enough that she could snap and get weird in an instant. He would have preferred not to be on the receiving end of that. Though, when that was done, he wiped off the foundation covering the mark and kept a smug smirk on his face. He felt proud to show off a mark left by you and was ready to get you a matching one when he got back to Po Town.

[7ndipity]

Reactions/Scenarios/MTLs

Guide: 💜-Fluff 🌧-Hurt/Comfort 💥-Angst🔥-Suggestive 🗯-Crack

Masterlist

Reactions/Scenarios:

Songs that remind me of them

More Songs That Remind Me Of Them

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Cryptid/Ghost hunting (Spooktober) 🗯

Winter/Christmas moments 💜 🗯

You give them flowers (request) 💜

How they sleep 🗯

There's a bug 🗯

You're sick/injured 💜🌧🗯

You can lift/carry them 🗯

Them as ND things I do 🗯

You're scared of thunderstorms (request) 💜🌧

Comforting you after a bad haircut (request)💜🌧🗯

Disneyland trips 💜🗯

You have insomnia (request)💜🌧

Making up with you after a fight (request)💜💥🌧

Types of pets they would have 💜🗯

Fights with them (request)💥🌧

When you throw up (request)💜🌧

Their trilingual child code switches (request)💜

Falling for a friend: hyung line maknae line 💜🔥

You flinch during a fight (request)💥🌧

When they call you clingy (request)💥🌧💜

Sitting/laying on them (request)💜🗯

Comforting you after a nightmare (request)💜🌧

Someone insults teacher s/o (request)💥🌧

Comforting their trans s/o (request)💜🌧

Jealous of your guy friend (request) 💜💥

Types of Kisses (request) 💜🔥

How much I want to fight each member 🗯

Accidentally calling you Yeobo (request)🗯💜

Secret Crush (request) 💜💥

Their Crush has a Crush (request)💜💥

Their Crush has a Date (request) 💜💥

When you randomly hug them (request) 💜

Their child laughing at their own reflection (dad!bts) (request)💜

First date at carnival (request)💜

You catch them watching your show (request) 💜🗯

Find out Their S/o has Bt21 merch (request)💜🗯

S/o playing 'Hate You' by Jungkook on repeat (request) 💜

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How They Would Celebrate S/o's Birthday 💜

Their S/o has a Explosive Temper (request)🗯💜

Their Parents Don't Approve of Non-Asian S/o (request)🌧💥

Predicting Their Responses (request) 💜🗯

Spider Landing On Them (request)🗯

Their S/o Has Depression (request)💜🌧

Friends With Benefits Headcanons 🔞💜

Their Dog Likes Their Crush More (Yoongi, Hobi, Taehyung, Jungkook) (request)🗯💜

Their Crush's Cat Doesn't Like Them (request)🗯💜

Celebrating Hanukkah (request) 💜

The Perilla Leaf Debate (request)💜🗯

Leaving For The Military (request)💜🌧

Sharing a Bed With Their Crush (request) 💜

Seeing Their S/o Barefaced (request) 💜

How They Would Win Over Their Crush (request) 💜

Aftercare Headcanons (request)💜🔥

How They Would Confess To Their Crush (request)💜🔥

Their Ideal Types (request)💜🔥

Bts As Subs (request) 🔞🔥💜

Asking Them To Watch Over You While You Work (request) 💜

Ass or Tits (request)🔥

Them With An Autistic S/o (request)💜🌧

You Reject Their Confession (request) 💥

BTS As Doms (request) 🔞🔥💜

Their S/o Has A Meltdown (request) 🌧💜

Flowers For Their S/o (request) 💜

Comforting You After The Loss Of A Pet (request) 🌧💜

Their S/o Has An Alternative Style (request)💜

Comforting You After A Failed Exam (request)🌧💜

Their S/o Has ME (request)🌧💜

How They Cuddle (request)💜

Your Pet Gets Hurt/Has An Accident (request) 🌧💜

Their S/o Has A Fear Of Loud Noises (request) 🌧💜

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How They Would Propose (request) 💜

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MTLs:

Help you hide a body 🗯

Survive in a Horror Movie 🗯

Get Married in Vegas 🗯

Leave Hickeys(and where) (request) 🔥

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Have Period Sex (request)🔞

Use A Haunted House/Horror Movie As An Excuse To Hold Hands (request) 💜🗯

To Get Jealous Of Another Member Flirting With Their S/o (request) 💜

To Flirt With Another Member's S/o (request) 💜

To Have A Girl Best Friend (request)💜

To Be Clingy (request) 💜

Getting In Trouble w You/Getting You Out Of Trouble (request) 🗯

Sending Their S/o Surprise Gifts To Cheer Them Up (request) 💜

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[ariseur]

౨ৎ Heya! I saw you asking for requests! I hope you don't mind me sharing a teeny tiny wittle idea !! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

So I remember requesting this one to someone else but I don't think they followed up with it (but that's okay of course!) But I always imagined you and Satoru Gojo dancing underneath the night sky inspired by this video: https://youtu.be/FMpJzMj-d6E?si=I64K5-0e8ZfXqTpz

You can make this as a drabble or however you'd like it to be. You can totally pass up on the idea though! This was just something my silly ol' me was thinking

ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

- 🌧 anon

“‘toru, there’s no music.” your eyes looked down to his extended hand with an amusing gaze before flickering back up to his blindfold — naturally where his eyes would be if he had it off.

satoru didn’t falter. he simply shook his hand lightly to bring your attention back to it and smiled wider. “when has that ever stopped us?” he did have a point, though — whether the circumstances were typical or whether two of you had the proper necessities ( music for example ) nearby never mattered to him. he did whatever his eagerness would lead him to do, and he was always very eager to please you; any time he had with you was cherished deeply, with words or not. with music or not.

you let one beat of silence pass before you looked back up at his face. “i guess,” you sighed as you feigned reluctance. placing a delicate hand in his, you felt the warmth of his palm grasp your fingers before they tightened their hold on you— and before you knew it, your lips tugged into a grin of surprise as you yelped when he pulled you into his broad chest. taking a step backwards, satoru led you into the pond as the water sunk up to a little bit above your ankle, ultimately swallowing your feet and soaking your legs.

your eyes peered down below you, watching as the stars reflected off the clear water, now backlit with darkness as it appeared that you two were dancing with the stars under your feet. his gaze followed yours, chuckling a bit at your awe filled expression. looking back up at him, you laughed — actually let out a laugh, it almost looked silly. you and satoru, now almost knee-deep in water as you danced around the lake slowly, your movements fatigued with the thick body of crystalline liquid.

he raised his arm as your hands split apart for a second with your fingers as your only piece of holding on before he twirled you. your grin only widened as you spun a full circle, face to face with satoru ( and his slightly rosy cheeks, although he’d never let you know that you could fluster him so easily, so he depended on the moonlight to give him cover ) whilst you placed your hand on his toned shoulder. you tilted your head as you swayed with each other momentarily, ignoring the slight sloshing off the water beneath you.

your fingers carefully snaked their way up to his face, smooth and slightly prickly due to the short-haired stubble barely coming in from an overdue shave. thumb hooking underneath his blindfold, you put your best puppy dog eyes on. “only a peek? surely, you won’t be drained that much, just a glimpse at your pretty face should be enough, yeah?”

he shuddered under your touch, his hand tightening its grip with deft fingers. with a chuckle, he chimed, “your sweet talking never fails to flatter me, babe.” with one last nod, satoru gave you the ‘go ahead’ which was all you needed until you pulled the blindfold from above his eyes all the way up to his hairline. and there they were, gorgeous baby blues on display with voluminous snowy lashes. they gazed down at you with the smuggest of looks, clearly amused with your reaction.

“see something you like?”

you shushed him, small giggles slipping in through the ‘shh’ sound. the small banter ended for a bit — with only a thin silence whilst the crickets chirped and the birds sung small chirps of content, their ambient behavior became the only things present in the moment besides your gojo’s sighs and your giggles occasionally interrupting.

“dancing with the stars, hmm . . where have i heard that before?”

you snorted, “that’s the tv show, you dork.”

he hummed with recollection, nodding his head a little bit in agreement as he remembered what it was. whenever he’d come from, he had recalled you groaning every time a specific guest came on before you lowered the volume with a roll of your eyes. “ah, yes. well, i guess i’ve made it a reality, haven’t i? don’t i deserve some sort of super-awesome-wonderful-perfect boyfriend award for that?”

your smile didn’t falter, even as if felt as it felt like you gave his comment a full body eye roll. “always so full of yourself — aren’t you, satoru?”

“woah, woah; i’m not ‘toru anymore?”

you rubbed his shoulder once his own hand had placed itself upon your waist, fiddling with the fabric of your clothes. you feigned a thought, eyes pointed upwards toward the sky as you gave him a long hum. “maybe if you’re extra quiet, i’ll— shit!” you squeaked as satoru lifted you up and spun you around him.

“no can do.” he said; you could feel his fingers try not to dig into your hips too hard as he held you up before gently placing you back down, your feet making a tiny splash in the water as they plopped back down in the lake. you laughed as he held you close, rocking you side to side again. you huffed, “you’re an ass.”

your elbow extended further as he let you walk past a little bit before pulling you back in. he rested his chin on your shoulder from behind, grasping the back of your hands in his. “y’still love me, though.”

spinning back around, you wriggled yourself under his arm as he twirled you again — and again. your feet shuffled slightly, as quickly as they could without you falling in the lake. the water glimmered a bit before the darkness swallowed up the bits of light before letting room in for more of the stars above you. he pulled you into him, both hands now resting on your waist as your own arms wrapped around his neck. the dance faded off into a small, low oscillation; your bodies swaying in sync with each other.

his eyes flickered from your lips up to your eyes, his head tipping downwards as his nose brushed yours. he let out an airy laugh as your breaths swirled together with how short distance the proximity between you two was. you placed your hand on his jaw, fingers splitting apart to make way for his ear. your middle and ring finger messed with the tufts of ivory hair tucked behind his ear.

“that, i do.” you mumbled, before you leaned in to press your lips to his.

𐙚 taglist ; @seternic @sad-darksoul

𐙚 requests are open — june twenty second, 2024

[actualising-study]

₊⊹ 26.09.24 ⊹₊

Rainy uni day 🌧

Did some reading on the train

Had an intro to skills class and saw the counselling suits - skills practice starts next week (i’m nervous lol)

Reflected on emotions and how we experience them in a theory workshop

Ended the day with my first personal development group (can’t lie this was hellish for my naturally introverted self, praying it gets easier pls)

(excuse my grown out nails i need to get them done asap)

Total Contact Hours Skills: 2.5 Theory: 2.5 PD: 1.5

[saint-0wen]

🪞 Mirrors 🪞

A witchy tip for your cleaning routine 🧹

If you're feeling self-critical, down about your looks, or confused about your appearance (with no obvious cause),🫧 CLEAN YOUR MIRRORS FOR GOD'S SAKE! 🫧

Our dusty, crusty, slimey mirrors. Bust out that windex. Mirrors are the number one symbol of perception and reflection this world has to offer. They're used in magical workings all the time, and you likely have more than one in your home. Physically wipe them down. Get that smudge out of here. You don't need a super strong spiritual intention, it's all built into the physical action: "I want to see things clearly." 📸

If you wanna get fancy with your incantations:

I see my beauty reflected obviously and abundantly. I am proud of how I present 💁

This mirror is happy to greet me, reflect me, and honor my image whenever I use it. 🤴

I understand myself a little more everytime I use this mirror. I see myself and I see into myself. 🔍

For my folk Catholic readers, consider putting a Bible verse or icon on or behind your mirror, for whatever your intention is:

Genesis 1:26-27 👑

Psalm 139 💖

Icons of the Immaculata. I personally use sticky tack to put a miraculous medal at the top of my mirror 🌹

Icons of the transfiguration 🌟

Icons of your favorite saints 😇

Write the words "Imago Dei" with a dry erase marker on your mirror. 🪞

Hang a rosary on your mirror 📿

Another good catholic practice is anointing your mirrors with holy water and/or holy oil. Many traditions believe mirrors can be portals to other worlds or hold negative spirits- these methods safe guard against such misfortune. 🚫😈

Cleaning your mirror is a great way to get out of a rut and back into the groove of things. For an extra kick to your shadow work, if you practice, do your journaling in front of a mirror. 🤔✍️

And finally, some Irish folklore surrounding mirrors found on duchas.ie, the lord and savior of this Tumblr page.

"Long ago it was believed that if a girl went into a room with only a mirror in it, on November Night [Samhain] and stood before a mirror peeling an apple and throwing the skin of it over her shoulder at midnight, that the face of her future husband would appear in the mirror." There's are a few other similar entries about using mirrors for divination and prophecy. 🔮

Mirrors are covered during funerals with a black or white cloth ⚰️

Mirrors are covered on Good Friday and All Soul's Day ⛪️

A saying goes, if your mirror is damp, there will be rain. Similarly, if mirrors or linoleum weep, it's a sign of rain. 🌧

Another saying goes, you shouldn't look into a mirror at night. Or, similarly, it's unlucky to look into a mirror at midnight. 🌙

It was said that the mirrors in a bride's home should be covered on her wedding day, as she shouldn't see herself on that day. 👰‍♀

And entry titled "Precaution against Lightening:" "Cover the mirrors and all bright things; (put out the fire if you have time before you under the bed or into the wardrobe). Darken the house and finally you may close the windows if you have nerve enough! Idea being that light attracts whereas gloom repells." ⚡️

And of course, breaking a mirror will give you 7 years bad luck. ⚠️

Thank you for reading! Had a little too much fun with the emojis. Maybe that'll be my new thing.

Beannachtía to you and your mirrors✨️🪞✨️

[swan-codes]

🌧 my study and daily reflections☕

☕ When I reconnected with my friend from my old uni last year, I was still in postgraduate school and feeling overwhelmed by my dissertation. I hadn't been writing consistently, and my motivation had dwindled. My friend, who happens to be a PhD researcher, shared some valuable advice with me. She suggested incorporating writing into my daily routine, starting right after waking up. Just like brushing your teeth is an instinctive action, she encouraged me to make writing a dissertation a natural part of that routine. Although it might be challenging initially, she assured me that it would gradually become easier. And she was right. I successfully passed my dissertation with a merit. So, I decided to apply this approach to my current study schedule as well.

☕ Random motivational quotes have personally been helpful to me, even if they may seem cliché. They truly made a difference in keeping me motivated. I make notes with these quotes and place them on my desk, so I'm reminded to stay focused on my progress every time I sit down to work.

☕ Studying helps me with depression. In a way, studying is kind of an escape for me, keeping me distracted from depression, but in a good way. I've noticed that I feel less and less depressed when I'm studying.

☕ Tidying up my desk before I go to bed and always ensuring that the kitchen looks tidy, including keeping the sink empty and washing dishes. Makes me feel motivated to prepare delicious food and make a cup of coffee before diving into my study time. It's exactly what I've been doing.

[[ Studying logs ]]

Sept 7 - studied for 2 hours

Sept 8 - did not study, i didn't sleep well

Sept 9 - studied for 2 hours

Sept 10 - studied for 1 hour

Sept 11 - studied for 2 hours

Sept 12 - studied for 2 hours

Sept 13 - studied for 2 hours

Sept 14 - studied for 2.5 hours

Sept 15 - studied for 1.5 hour

Sept 16 (today) - studied for 3 hours

the total number of hours from the study log: 18 hours

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hiiii my brain rot sister how are you doing? 💝 lmao i just got home from a little celebration with my friends as it was my birthday today 🥹☔️ and i was thinking, may i request a lil blurbie where Hanni celebrates my bday? Lol maybe he surprises me with a homemade cake that he baked himself and he kisses n hugs me ughhh so cheesy but yeah

Thank you so much and i hope you have an amazing rest of your day!! 🤍🤍🤍

-🌧

Happy birthdayyyyyy!!! I hope you had an amazing day with friends!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️🥳🎉

Sorry this is a day late!!! Had some stuff going on yesterday!

——-

“Aaaaand…. Voilá!”

You opened your eyes and gasped. In front of you was a beautiful cake that could easily rival that of a professional baker’s.

It was decorated simply but elegantly, with frosting that you were certain he had made himself. The circle of candles reflected in your eyes as you held tears of joy at bay.

You knew Hannibal was more of a savory cook, but from time to time, it touched you how much he tried to indulge your sweet tooth.

“Make a wish,” he said, placing his hands on the back of your chair and leaning closer.

You thought about it for a moment, then turned your face and kissed his cheek before blowing out the candles. Hannibal shared a knowing smile with you, but he did not ask you what you’d wished for.

“It’s so beautiful,” you said, looking down at the cake once more. “I almost don’t want to eat it…”

“The taste is part of it’s beauty, wouldn’t you agree?”

You reached out to scoop up some frosting with your finger, bringing it to your mouth.

“Mmmm…. Oh yeah, I’m not planning on wasting a crumb of this.” You grinned. “You know I wouldn’t actually be able to hold back.”

He chuckled, plucking out the candles. He let his knife hover above it for a moment just to let you imprint it in your mind, and then he cut you a generous slice.

“Well, when you’re done having some, I’ve got some presents to give you,” he said with a wink, handing you the plate. “You’re gonna need the energy.”

——

[berrymoos]

❝❪ 🌧 〜 sea salt on snow. ❫❞

ʚɞ—fandom pairing: trolls. rg!branch, a dabble of cg!poppy

ʚɞ—summary: the telltale fuzz of tinyspace knaws at branch's brain when he storms off the bus. (canon compliant!)

ʚɞ—cw(s): angst. hurt/very little comfort. minor spoilers for trolls 3.

ʚɞ—a/n: a truck of inspo hit me in the middle of the night, i blacked out, then woke up at 2am with words mysteriously on my screen. here's some soup, happy belated holidays <3

the snow is cold underneath bare feet and the wind bites with jagged teeth at skin exposed by under-prepared dressing, but branch presses forward regardless of his discomfort, swallowing the burning throb of panic clawing its way out of his chest. tears threaten his eyes, build upon the brim of his eyelids, blur his vision with the flurry falling all around, but he wipes them away with an angry fist. there isn't any use crying about his mess, now.

he sets his jaw and glues his gaze to the wobbling images ahead of him, flicking his ears as though to rid the words he hears, but they're incessant gummy worms and they stick; they wriggle into his brain and burrow into him with a lack of mercy: “you didn't think we’d live together when this was all over, did you?”

it stings. it stings to reflect on the revelation that his body still remembered every move and every step when jd and spr– bruce dragged him into an impromptu performance; it stings to feel the bear hugs, the tossing, the cheek-smushing linger on his skin, the joy they all expressed upon seeing him after so long; it stings to recognize the age-old feeling of his own happiness deflate into a limp balloon when he learns their mission is simply that — a mission. to save floyd and nothing else.

perhaps, deep down, branch had a niggling suspicion all along that things were too good to be true, and once more he was proven right. john dory, bruce, clay, even floyd to a lesser extent abandoned him before he was out of diapers and never once attempted to reach out, to find his location, to see if he was just alive; of course they wouldn't want to stay together with him– for him. they never bothered trying to all those years ago, anyway.

he isn't unlovable—right? it isn't his fault—right?

their voices—loud within the walls of the bus, accusing one another, angry, frustrated at jd—ping-pong across his head. with shaking legs branch’s shuddering breath catches on a hook and yanks a choked sob from his throat. all at once his brain scrambles, buzzes, slushes like sea salt on snow, then yanks him under. why here? why now? without– without–

a hand catches a blue one from behind, delicate but too sudden nevertheless. branch yanks away and whirls around only to stumble over his own two feet, grey-blue fur bristling on instinct … but her taffy pink skin and her worried magenta eyes, let alone her frowning red lips crumbles every bit of him before any words can be prepared. with another sob that wracks his shoulders forward, the brittle twig all but collapses into poppy’s warmth, scrambles to clutch onto any part of her that can stabilize him in the littlest bit (the front of her dress: soft against his palms and soothing to squeeze), hiccups a breath, and wails.

[gossamer-veil]

🌿✨ Sacred Without Rules: The Freedom of Atheopaganism 🌞🌙

What if spirituality wasn’t about believing in gods or following a set of rules? What if it was just about you—your connection to nature, your sense of wonder, and creating your own rituals? That’s the essence of Atheopaganism, a path that celebrates individuality, nature, and meaning without any supernatural beliefs.

Atheopaganism is freedom—freedom to honor the sacred however you want, however it feels right for you. 💫🌍

So... What Exactly Is Atheopaganism? 🤔🌱

At its core, Atheopaganism is about finding sacredness in the real world. It’s not about believing in gods or spirits. There’s no need for supernatural forces—just awe for the universe and the beauty of nature. 🌿✨

It’s a worldview rooted in science, reason, and curiosity, but with a deep appreciation for the mystical beauty of life. The best part? There are no rules. No sacred texts. No “right way” to do it. It’s all about what resonates with you. 💫

The Beauty of Atheopaganism: Your Path, Your Way 🌻🌙

The best part of Atheopaganism is that it can be anything. It’s a path that can look completely different for each person, because you get to create it.

🌟 No Gods, No Rules: You don’t need to believe in divine beings to experience awe. Sacred is whatever feels right for you.

🌿 Create Your Own Rituals: Want to light a candle? Meditate? Go on a nature walk? Journal about your feelings under the stars? Your rituals can be as simple or as elaborate as you want—it’s all about intention. 💖

🌊 Flow with Nature: Whether you honor the seasons or simply pause to feel the sun on your face, it’s all valid. 🌞

There’s no wrong way to practice. It’s your personal journey. ✨

Key Practices (That You Can Totally Make Your Own) 🌸

Some atheopagans:

🌕 Celebrate the Wheel of the Year (the solstices, equinoxes, and seasonal festivals) to stay connected to the cycles of nature.

🌱 Build altars with meaningful items: stones, crystals, feathers, flowers... whatever feels sacred to you! 🌷

🕯️ Use rituals as moments of reflection, meditation, or just a way to focus on personal growth.

🍃 Spend time outdoors, journaling, meditating, or simply appreciating the beauty of the world around you. Nature is a constant reminder of the sacredness in everyday life. 🌳

But seriously, there are no rules here. If a ritual feels meaningful, then it’s valid. ✨🌟

Why Atheopaganism? 🌙🌍

In a world where we often feel disconnected from nature, from ourselves, and from each other, Atheopaganism is a way to slow down and reconnect—to both the natural world and our inner selves.

🌟 You don’t need gods to experience the magic of the universe.

🌿 You don’t need answers to feel connected to something bigger than yourself.

🦋 You don’t need rules to make your life sacred.

It’s about freedom. Freedom to honor life, nature, and yourself in a way that’s true to you. 🌻✨

Let’s Redefine Sacred 🌸💫

Sacred doesn’t always have to mean divine or supernatural. Sacred can be the feeling you get when you watch the sunset. 🌅 The quiet of a forest after rain. 🌧 The beauty of a starlit sky. 🌌 The warmth of a hug.

Atheopaganism invites you to claim those moments as sacred. It’s about embracing the everyday beauty of life and being intentional about how we experience it. ✨💖

[colored-comas]

No Rest For The Innocent.

" Falling asleep usually leads into dreaming or darkness, and thats held close as relief. Calming, safe, and wanted...

Though, for some,

It's not the same peace and relaxation.

For some, it's a reenactment.

A Warzone for others.

Replaying the familiar scrips of their own stories, beloved creativity and passion. Turning sour as they're forced to live it's story out as they fall asleep.

Writing, recording, all expressions leading into those hellish nights.

Leaving,

No Rest For The Innocent. "

Colored Comas. Prequel, Completed.

Upwards Bound. Early Story, Completed.

WarZone. Main Story #1, WIP

No Rest For The Innocent.

After Hours.

HellBent.

[ TBC ]

While this is not the main or core part of the story, I feel the need to address it before continuing on:

This story covers incredibly dark topics, the storylines and characters are reflections and/or projections of the people writing the story. We do not support nor glorify any dark topics such as abuse, child experiments, or forms of extreme violence and harm. It's all in the name of fiction, or things that the authors are projecting from our own bad experiences.

[ Further disclaimer ]

This story is not aimed for those under 15 years of age, it includes dark and serious topics, possible adult content, and themes of harm. Be careful and take care of yourself, please.

The authors of this story are all 18 and older, despite the story not being focused on such themes mentioned above, they do appear within the text at times. Thank you.

Authors Info:

❤️Zachary Torres, he/it, age 20. @warpaint-sys

🩶Hosuh M., they/she, age 22.

💜Stephen Zhou, he/it/xe, age 20. @nyxl0x

💚Beccah Scott, she/they, age 21.

🧡Cole Seiler, they/she/he, age 22.

🩷Kelly Basset, she/her, age 19.

🩵Siren Rae, he/void/xei, age 20. @siren--squid

🤍Sam Tamayo, it/he/they, age 21. @sammy--moh

Main Characters:

Adam Dyam. ☀️

Star Zhou. 🌟

Tyler 'Nyx' Elijah. 🦇

Barney Yavuz. 🍃

Rory Brooks. 🌧

Maxwell Lewis. 🔥

Michael Sawyer. 🌈

Tobias Evans. 📺

Side Characters:

That would make this list so long.

Spotify Playlists for the characters! [ OLD ]

Adam.

Star.

Ty.

Barney.

Rory.

Max.

Mike.

Tyler. { Side Character! }

Ramen. { Background Character! }

Songs are added either based on the character vibe, or we have connected the lyrics to the characters story!

DNI - proship, antiship, endogenic community, under age 15, believe in personality disorder abuse, and basic criteria you've read everywhere else.

[leggerefiore]

Hi! Can we get one with Archie, Maxie, Lysandre, and Cyrus where they're in the shower, so the reader brings them a change of clothes. However, the reader tried their clothes on first as they look in the mirror and mimic their partner, then their partner comes out of the shower to see them in their clothes?

( I hope this makes sense 🥲)

cw: fluff

characters: Archie, Maxie, Lysandre, Cyrus

You sighed as your boyfriend's clothes laid on the bed. The shower could be heard running from the attached bathroom. It was clear that he had forgotten them when he went off to clean up. Picking them up, you headed into the room to leave them on the counter. Yet, as you did, the mirror caught your eye curiously. The clothes in your hands were distinct… Fascinating even. They gave a certain signature presence to your boyfriend as he wore them. A sight that was impossible to not recognise. You picked up a piece of it and had an idea. He would not be out of the shower for a decent while longer, as he had just gotten up and needed to wake up still.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 The Aqua Leader slid open the shower with a yawn to reach for a towel he had laid nearby on the toilet. He would have simply continued onwards to dry himself off – his dark hair dribbling water endlessly onto his face. Instead, he spied you after he dried his face off. You stood wearing his wetsuit and bandana. He cocked up a brow as you struck a confident hand on hips pose. What were you doing? A chuckle came from when you suddenly startled, spying him in the reflection of the mirror. Turning your head to meet his real gaze, he finished wrapping the towel around his waist and stepped towards you. The suit really did not fit you all too well, but he thought it looked adorable on you. He debated having one made for you even… There was a certain appeal to you donning an Aqua uniform that he would not deny. Besides, he already saw you a member. Why not just make it official?

💧 “Is this you trying to take over my crew?” he teased you lightly, bringing his arms around your waist and burying his face into your nape. “Guess you are one of the top people I'd trust to Aqua if I ever stepped down…” Archie mumbled. You grew a bit flustered at his words, drawing out another chuckle from him. He thought you were far too cute. Really, a nice surprise this morning for him. It certainly was helping wake him up. His hands travelled to play with the anchor chain around your neck as he took in your body wearing his clothes again. “Though, do you think you could pull off a beard? It's an important part of my look, Luvdisc–” You cut him off by kissing him.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 The Magma Leader slid open the shower door and reached out for a small towel to wrap up his hair and dry his face. At first, there was little to take in since he had not yet put on his glasses. He was vaguely aware that you were in the bathroom, but when he finally put them on, he stood shocked. You had dressed yourself up in his Magma uniform and stood in a stiff pose with your arms locked behind your back. Your face was forced into a neutral expression. He was momentarily shocked. What… were you doing? What was this? He had no idea why you were wearing his clothes. It was far too early for this. There was no caffeine in his body yet. With his towel wrapped around him, he stepped toward you with a befuddled expression. You turned to meet his gaze with a now playful expression.

🪨 “May I inquire as to why you are wearing my clothes?” His hands rested firmly on his hips. He doubted that you wanted to take over Magma… Really, only one person seemed to have that goal for some reason, that was unknown to him. “There is no opening for you to fill at this time,” he shook his head. You pouted at him before quickly switching to mimic his expression. He nearly let out a shriek when you reached over to snag his glasses. Maxie was glaring at you as you placed them on your face. “Those are prescription!” he warned, “… Really… What has come over you? It's too early for this…” You decided to have some mercy on the redhead by placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. His face then matched his (covered) hair.

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ As he slid open the shower door, he carefully dried off his face. He had heard you come in and expected that you had brought him his clothes. As his attention moved to the counter, he stared at you. His suit was far too big on you as you attempted some serious pose. The Flare Boss pondered what in the world you were doing, alongside how strangely adorable it was to see you in his ill-fitted clothing. It was almost comedic how badly they were suited to your body. Granted, it was especially tailored to him, and he was not a normally sized person. Striding to your side, he watched as your expression morphed into shock for a moment. He gave a soft smile. You were so adorable… Utterly precious. Simply next to his idea of beauty in such a high regard… He could not resist you in any way, it seemed. His hand cupped your cheek as though you were made of fragile glass.

☕️ “How adorable you are, my love,” he said simply as his piercing eyes met your own. The usual terrifying passion that burned in them was replaced with a softer ember, showing how true his feelings for you were. “Are you wishing to imitate me?” he questioned, wondering just what drew you to the idea of wearing his clothes. Your cheeks grew warm. His gaze softened further. All the ugliness and cruelty in this world… It all felt miles away when he was with you. His thumb stroked your cheek softly. “… Do you wish to have a suit like mine? I will have one made for you at once…” His heart raced at the thought of you joining Flare and working with him for his beautiful world, “All you have to do is ask…” You proceeded to just catch him unawares by standing up taller and pressing a kiss to his lips. He eagerly returned the affection.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The exhaustion in Cyrus's bones seemed unable to leave as he finally turned off the shower and stepped out. He had heard the door opened and figured that you had brought him his clothing that he had forgotten in his morning tiredness. Drying his face and wrapping his towel around himself, he glanced at the counter. You stood there, wearing his clothing. Your arms were locked behind your back in a stiff pose that he usually took on. His clothing fit you a bit strangely. He was mostly confused as to why you were even wearing his clothing. It was a strange look on you… Though, he supposed, it may have had its appeal. Well, were he not so tired. He strode towards you wordlessly, placing a hand on your shoulder simply to catch your attention.

☄️ “… Beloved, what is this?” he asked, face deathly serious. It was almost comparable to telling him that his company building was burning and all his precious work was trapped inside. You shifted nervously. Why did he look so… mad? He sighed. It was obvious that something had now made you nervous. His uniform looked odd on you… The sleeves were just a tad too long, hanging over your hands. The pants were similar. The vest hung on your strangely. Why did…? Why did his cheeks feel warm? He swallowed. “May I ask that you return my clothing?” he spoke softly, trying to mask whatever strangeness was happening to him. You apparently caught onto it, however. Suddenly, you pulled him in for a kiss, shocking him. He could not understand why both you wearing his clothing and this simple show of affection made his heart race so much. All he could do was curse spirit for drawing such strange things out of him.

[angelicinsomnia]

Welcome to my blog!

Hello, I am Insomnia!

I go by they/them pronouns and I will be using this blog as a writing/fanfic blog, so feel free to send in requests or just chat with me if you'd like! My blog aesthetic is sleepcore, so expect that to be reflected in the tags :)

I will tag my chatting posts with the tag "sleeptalking", so you may block that tag if you'd rather just see the fanfic I will be writing in the future!

Fandoms I am currently interested in and will write about. Feel free to ask which characters I write about (I will put a * next to the ones I will likely write about the most. ** means that it is what I want my blog to mostly be about):

Submas**

Stardew Valley

(Most) Slashers*

Tears of Themis

Yandere/Horror VNs*

My fanfic formatting will either be headcanons or character x reader. I will not write character x character, unfortunately. I am open to writing angst, fluff, comfort, and smut, but please be 18+ if you'd like to consume any smut I write. I will tag angst as "nightmares🌧", smut as "wetdreams🌤", and fluff as "daydreams☁". Please also note that I am a beginner writer, so please be patient with me if any of my work comes off as "bad". I will happily accept any tips!

Things I will NOT write about:

Incest

Pedophilia

Bestiality/Zoophilia/Pokephilia

Necrophilia

Kinks including bodily fluids

Pregnancy

Cheating

Noncon/dubcon

Racism

Gore

Vore/cannibalism

Homophobia

Some things I WILL write about (in smut):

Praise

Degradation

Bondage

Overstimulation

Masochism (not too extreme)

Wax play

Some things I will write about (in angst/comfort):

Injury

Arguing

Mental health topics

Character death

If there's anything else you're confused about, feel free to ask me! Have a lovely day, people of Tumblr~!

[ketho484]

Hi! I know I have many stories to finish, but I saw this AU and...it was something I wanted to write about. I got permission from @venomous-qwille to write this. I call it Star on the Stage.

AU belongs to @venomous-qwille

🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧

Chapter 1: A new home

The rain poured down on the windows of the car as they passed more and more buildings. She looked out the window with an empty expression as she watched the buildings go by. The car radio was playing some popular music as the two of them silently drove to the edge of town.

Y/N and Stella Williams, cousins in the same family. They'd left the courthouse just ten minutes ago, Stella's parents having lost custody of their daughter due to how neglectful they were of her. Y/N was the only member of their family willing to take her away, so with Stella's things packed in their car, they drove on the dark, rainy road to take her home.

Y/N was really worried about her, though. Before the trial, a psychologist had given her a quiz to measure her mental health. On top of mild depression to couple with the autism she was diagnosed with as a toddler, this kid had developed Reactive Attachment Disorder from the neglect she suffered through. They knew helping her would be an uphill battle, especially when she refused to talk to anyone or let anyone touch her. Still, they weren't going to give up, not by a long shot.

"…So…" They spoke up "…You excited? We're gonna grab pizza for dinner to celebrate your new home"

Stella didn't answer.

"Yeah. It'll be great. You'll get a whole new start at home. The best part is that I don't just live with great uncle Harry, but also a group of robots. They could act as your teachers" Y/N said with a grin as they pulled up to Little Caesars Pizza "Stay in the car, okay?"

Stella nodded and just kept looking out the window as Y/N got out of the car. Once they went inside, Stella reached into the backpack she had kept in the front with her, pulling out a big stapled piece of paper, a script for her upcoming play at the community theater. She was playing Matilda in the Matilda musical, one of the few plays that had primarily children in the cast. She started looking over her lines, reading them out loud to herself before singing the reprise of the song 'I'm a miracle'.

"My mummy says I'm a lousy little worm.

My daddy says I'm a bore.

My mummy says I'm a jumped-up little germ,

That kids like me should be against the law"

The more she sang, doing a surprisingly good British accent, the more tears came to her eyes. It was uncanny how this musical reflected her old life.

"My daddy says I should learn to shut my pie hole.

No one likes a smart-mouthed girl like me.

Mum says I'm a good case for population control.

Dad says I should watch more TV"

Stella looked up to see Y/N heading back to the car with two pizza boxes. She put the script away and zipped up her bag as they got into the car, handing her the boxes to hold in her lap before they started the car again.

They drove for quite some time before they left the city, heading several miles away from it. The car ride was silent save for the radio playing. When they finally parked, they were at a big place. Looks like Stella's new home was a converted old mill, one with a lot of wide open space for a kid like her.

Outside the front door, waiting on the porch, was what looked like a robot. It was tall and thin with yellow and gray coloring. It wore a dress shirt, embroidered apron, and two toned striped pants. On its right hand was a yellow evening glove, and around its neck, just under the shirt collar, was a ribbon with two silver bells tied like a loose bow tie. His head looked like a sun with nine rays poking out of its head and a pale yellow moon on the left side of his face. His pale blue eyes stared at them as Y/N got out of the car and ran to the porch with the pizzas. Stella simply started getting her bags out of the car.

"Sol!" Y/N smiled at the robot kindly "You think you can help her bring her stuff inside? She may not be able to carry it all"

"Sure thing!" The robot called Sol responded with an almost forced kindness to his tone before running out into the rain to help Stella. Good thing he's pretty waterproof

Stella saw him approach, backpack on her back and two of the four bags she packed in her hands, and she immediately froze when he smiled down at her. She was the kind of person who could smell a bad person from a mile away, and he set off many of the alarms in her head. With a loud whimper, she ran past him with the bags in hand, which he paid no mind to as he grabbed the remaining luggage and closed the car door before heading inside before he could get too soaked.

The inside of the house was almost surreal. Stella looked around and saw memorabilia from all kinds of movies and TV shows and fairground attractions she'd never heard of before, from posters to merchandise, this place was full of it and very big. Stella looked around the sitting room she'd walked into and spied someone on the couch as she set the bags she was carrying by the door, just in time for Sol to grab them and take them all upstairs. The person on the couch looked very similar to Sol, but also very different. He had a different feel to him, which became even more apparent when their eyes met.

This man was just as tall and slender as the one she ran from, though his color scheme consisted of blue, white, black, and pink. He had a white moon on one side of his face, the other side dark blue to give it the look of a crescent, two lighter blue circles under his black eyes that bore magenta irises almost creating the appearance of rosy cheeks, though his mouth having sharp teeth was definitely questionable on if he was good or bad. He wore a pink shirt that had a low V-cut collar, one that seemed to drop off after tightly stopping at his wrists. He also wore blue pants that held a constellation pattern on the bottoms, black leather boots with a bunch of belts, and big bottoms to make him taller than he was. A magenta leather jacket with black, spiked cuffs and black shoulder pads was draped over his shoulders, giving it almost the feel of a Japanese samurai, and a blue hood rested over his head with a fluffy white trim. He was holding a book he had been reading, specifically the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, his lanky legs in a crisscross position on the couch.

The two of them simply stared at each other, Stella tilting her head in curiosity. The robot mimicked her movement, which surprised her a bit. Slowly, she started approaching him, so he put a bookmark into his book and set it down. Unfortunately, this would not be a formal meeting just yet as Y/N called out to Stella from the other room.

"Stella! Come get your pizza before it gets cold" They called out

Stella turned to the call and sighed, but gave the moon man a little wave goodbye before leaving the room, which left him quite stunned. This kid had almost approached him. Y/N had warned everyone that a new addition might come to the house and that she might be really shy, but she tried to approach him. She must've had to work up a lot of courage in order to do that.

Stella followed the voice to what looked like a fairly rustic kitchen that seemed to be themed around the 70s. She sat down at the wooden table in a hard wooden chair, which was surprisingly comfortable, and was given a plate of pizza by a hand that wasn't Y/N as they sat across from her. Stella followed the arm to see who it belonged to.

Next to her was another robot, one who had an almost monochromatic yellow color pallet. He was roughly the average height of a human with seven sun rays poking out from behind his curly, strawberry blonde hair. He had a face similar in detail to the dun man that brought her bags inside, but he had rosy cheeks and a human shaped face. He wore a baggy pink shirt and black sweatpants that were tied tightly at his waist and ankles. He looked down at her with his pale yellow eyes and smiled before backing away from her. Stella just stared at him, tilting her head curiously as Y/N gave him a big thumbs up, which he smiled at warmly. Stella then turned and started eating.

Dinner between the two humans was completely silent. Nobody said a word. Stella only ate what was on her plate before silently waiting for Y/N to finish their food. Once they were done, they took her plate, and she got up. The human headed sun held out a hand for her to take.

"I can show you to your room if you'd like" He said in a soft tone, likely trying not to scare her

Stella looked down at her feet for a moment before grabbing his shirt sleeve. Not exactly his hand, but close enough. She followed him up the stairs and to her bedroom, where Sol was currently fixing up her bed. The sight of him made Stella scared, causing her to hide behind the robot she followed. Sol looked up and grinned.

"Heya, Sunspot!" Sol greeted brightly "You taking her to bed?"

"Just bringing her to her room" Sunspot responded "She doesn't trust me enough to tuck her in. Seems like she's wary of you too"

"I guess so" Sol said with a sigh before heading to the door

Stella immediately ran into her new room and crouched behind the bed before peeking up and watching the robots leave. She then came out and looked around the room. Unlike the rest of the place, which had been covered wall to wall with lost memorabilia, the walls of this room were completely bare, painted white. All of the furniture was made of spruce wood while the floor was more of a lighter oak wood. The sheets and pillows on her new bed were plain white. The room was a blank canvas for her to paint a picture into, though she couldn't do it today.

She started digging into one of her suitcases and pulled out some pajamas before changing and climbing into bed, leaving her dirty clothes on the floor. She started humming to herself, a few tears trickling down her cheeks as she tried to get herself to fall asleep. Today had been so overwhelming for her, from her losing her parents and getting adopted by her cousin to moving into a house filled with lost media and big robots. It was so much to swallow all at once, so she cried. Her humming devolved into silent weeping.

Tomorrow is another day…