#she doesn't do grand displays of affection

[ningquan]

ningguang makes me so damn sad because she keeps her heart and her memories so damn guarded. even among the friends who have known her for decades like yelan and beidou, she's always so careful with what she lets slip out.

the saddest part? this is the result of trust issues from her youth. she used to be someone who would wear her heart on her sleeve, albeit naively trusting of others. but oh, did she learn how cruel human beings can be. too many friends, lovers, and ( potential ) business partners took advantage of her generosity and her skillsets and left her with absolutely nothing. she was stuck trying to rebuild and just survive time and time again, to the point where she could only truly trust herself.

that belief in herself and her abilities has gotten her far and no one can ever claim to have the upper hand over her... but don't let her fool you. it's lonely from her perch in the clouds.

[babybutchianthe]

↑ i am constantly thinking abt this reply because it is deeply reflective of the general attitude i see displayed toward palamedes, and camilla too, wherein people seem to assume that they are inherently more rational and comparatively unbiased as a whole when compared to everyone else. they are treated as if they are comparatively free from the same confines of thinking that affect other characters; they are characterised as a shining example of a truly equal necromancer-cavalier bond, of loyalty and love, and are treated as if they are perfect geniuses who can do no wrong—an attitude i feel very much inclines people to romanticise their devotion & treat paul's birth as a victorious thing.

@dve i feel summarised this phenomena the best: "i think cam and palamedes are nowhere near as revolutionary as a chunk of the fandom would like for them to be". i'd even go as far as to say that, in their role as foils to gideon and harrow, they are meant to showcase just how damaging the necro-cavalier dichotomy is to the individuals involved. i've spoke on this before but the bond is explicitly modelled on the example of john & alecto—which is already not ideal—and was built on a foundation of deception, with john hiding the fact the lyctoral process did not necessarily have to end with the death of the cavalier: the sacrifice of the cavalier is baked into it, because the history of cavaliership is indelibly tied into the avoidable deaths of the first cavaliers.

the equality ascribed to their bond is based on their seeming inversion of the exploitative nature of the necro-cav bond—compared to silas' siphoning colum, it seems improbable to say that they are anything but true equals who break away from the model, revolutionary in nature. they are devoted to each other, endlessly loyal! to the point camilla will violate the wishes and autonomy of palamedes in the name of her devotion.

camilla frames the fact she cannot sustain both of their souls in her body as her being weak, as opposed to being a product of the reality maintaining two souls in a single body the way they are doing is extraordinarily difficult and unnatural, doing herself a disservice in the process, because in her eyes she is failing in her duty to him.

his presence in her body is killing them both, and she frames this as [their] choice, but then wants pyrrha to lie to him about the fact it's killing her: meaning his choice would be based on her exploiting his absence in this moment, on a deception.

they can't keep this up forever, it is killing them both, but camilla's devotion to him means she won't accept that and doesn't want to give him reason to vacate her body. she wants pyrrha to lie—even though it's killing him too!—because she doesn't want to let him choose to let her live at the cost of his own life.

her death is avoidable but her role and her duty is to die for him, to sacrifice, to hold the sword for her necromancer. she won't let him, the necromancer, choose the cavalier's life because it is intended to be used by him—a soul to be eaten. she won't let him choose, violates his wishes and autonomy in the name of her devotion to him; i personally don't think equality in a relationship is based around denying the other their autonomy and lying to them, do you? and in this moment, camilla is treating herself as expendable, their inevitable death as inconsequential because it prolongs palamedes for as long as possible.

palamedes, conversely, has a very interesting perspective on lyctorhood:

he presumes that the original lyctors, the first necromancers and their cavaliers, sought to merge themselves from the start and that they achieved this incompletely. he posits the existence of true lyctorhood; palamedes views two becoming one, one being two, as something admirable, a truth not yet seen—grand instead of petty.

we also see somebody else who expresses a similiar belief in a perfected lyctorhood, one of the original lyctors, mercymorn the first:

the original lyctors did not seek out to merge with their cavalier, their other half in necro-cav terms, and only did so as a result of a lie, the idea of a one-way energy transfer. from mercymorn's perspective true lyctorhood is a process that preserves the cavalier; from palamedes' perspective true lyctorhood is a process that merges the cavalier and necromancer to form something new, the truest response to the call of "one flesh, one end" yet seen. palamedes' conception of lyctorhood is removed from the original context of lyctorhood's formation, and is shaped heavily by the ideals of the society he and cam were raised in.

If the cavalier and the necromancer do not take "one flesh, one end" as a maxim for their passion for each other, their bond is nonexistent. They must each take the other as their ideal. […] Their love is the love that fears only for the other: the love of service on both sides. Some have tried to characterise this relationship as the cavalier's obedience to the necromancer, but the necromancer must be in turn obedient to the needs of the cavalier without being asked or prompted: theirs is arguably the heavier burden. — Tamsyn Muir, A Sermon on Cavaliers and Necromancers

suffice to say, i do not think paul is a defiance of the empire's ideals, so much as a perfected expression of them; paul is the embodiment of the love of service on both ends, the product of a mutual death. their choice to die as two to become one was exactly in line with what a necromancer and a cavalier are intended to do.

"One flesh" is the underpinning of our whole Empire [...] One end is one empire. — Tamsyn Muir, A Sermon on Cavaliers and Necromancers

[lottiesgrl]

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲, 𝗻𝗮𝘁, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝗮, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲!

cw: n/a

𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗘

*̥˚✧ anthropology major with a minor in media studies (kinda self-indulgent because of the pictures of courtney with her camera...)

*̥˚✧ criminally rich, offers to pay for literally anything you need. textbooks? don't even worry about it. supplies? she's already bought them.

*̥˚✧ also brought her car to campus and has no shame in driving you anywhere and everywhere

*̥˚✧ takes you to the fanciest places around campus, often with little warning. you'll wake up to a message from her offering to take you to a five-star steakhouse that night and you're like ???

*̥˚✧ for all her grand gestures of love, she enjoys more subtler displays of affection, like giving you flowers she finds on walks or writing you love letters

*̥˚✧ looves to study with you - you two have a favorite study spot on campus that's just secluded enough for you two to steal occasional kisses

*̥˚✧ comes to frat parties with you to make sure you're drinking safely (and to occasionally drag your wasted ass back to your dorm)

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗘

*̥˚✧ undecided but taking courses for like 4 different majors

*̥˚✧ always knows where the best parties on campus and keeps an eye on you the whole time to make sure no assholes are hitting on you

*̥˚✧ bikes everywhere so when she takes you out the two of you have to walk everywhere... that is until she invests in a two-seater so she can ride you to classes and dates

*̥˚✧ you never see her studying but somehow her grades are perfectly fine?? meanwhile you're out here studying 3 hours a day and still can't manage an a in biochem...

*̥˚✧ stealing all her clothes because you like them better than your own. she sees you across campus wearing her leather jacket and texts you to ask how you're enjoying being a thief. she always pretends like she cares but they look better on you anyways

*̥˚✧ you two end up in the same classes and every time you look back at her, she's looking at you

*̥˚✧ asking to come over to "study" but you and her both know it'll end in you making out on her twin xl bed

𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗔

*̥˚✧ english literature major with a minor in woman gender and sexuality studies

*̥˚✧ lives in a single after her plans with jackie fell through and you cannot be more grateful. the one time you made out in your own room, your roommate came in and kicked her out. both of you have since learned your lesson.

*̥˚✧ always in the library; if you need her, chances are she'll be there, face buried into a book

*̥˚✧ loves to walk you to classes, even if it means being late to her own class. those who say chivalry is dead clearly haven't met shauna shipman

*̥˚✧ kevin car-nold did make it to college, but he's a little worse for wear. driving in shauna's car feels like a near death experience every time

*̥˚✧ quality time is incredibly important to shauna. her schedule is often so busy that she cherishes any time the two of you get together

*̥˚✧ wakes up FREAKISHLY early, and you have no idea how she does it. when you wake up at 7 am for class, she's already wide awake, laptop in her lap, working on coursework

𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗘

*̥˚✧ business major

*̥˚✧ plans her classes so she can spend the most time with you. you're free from one to three? funny, her next class doesn't start until three too! (she planned it that way)

*̥˚✧ takes you out on a million picnic dates. sitting on the quad on her cutesy picnic blanket feeding each other strawberries and she doesn't care who sees

*̥˚✧ if she finds a bug in her dorm, she'll call you over to take it outside, even if you live all the way across campus. and you do it every time

*̥˚✧ survives on sweet treats. she'll pout at you for ten minutes straight if you don't go with her to get a treat after class

*̥˚✧ INCREDIBLY jealous when other people get too close at parties. it's ten times worse when she's wasted. someone could ask you where the bathroom is and she'll be stink eyeing them until you two leave

*̥˚✧ is insistent on living with you off campus later on and has an organized pinterest board for every part of your future space together

[rigginsstreet]

i beg you don't embarrass me, motherfucker

the upside of dating steve harrington was that he was hot as shit.

the downside of dating steve harrington was that he was hot as shit. and also kind of a bitch.

it's billy's fault, really. he should've known better when dating a guy nicknamed king.

the one good thing about being gay in indiana, though, is that secrecy is a requirement, which billy doesn't have a problem with. the thought of publicly displaying his affections makes his skin crawl. he's got no problem doing it with the girls he pretends to be interested in because that's all it is - pretend.

but when he really means that shit... it's a harder pill to swallow.

and none of this really bodes well with steve harrington's style of dating. billy knows from his brief overlap of being in town while harrington and wheeler were still a happy item that the guy likes to be clingy, needs constant attention and validation of his affections and he wants to put it all on display for the world to see. and billy can't give that to him.

so he goes looking for it elsewhere.

the one good thing about being gay in indiana is the secrecy, but that rule doesn't extend to billy's sister or his best friend.

heather was never supportive of billy's taste in men. warned him plenty of times that steve was a dick and a leopard doesn't change its spots. but billy had waved of all concerns by saying they weren't even in a serious relationship and that heather didn't know steve like he did. heather and steve hated each other, of course she was gonna see the worst in him.

max was supportive. at first. until dustin started coming around with stories of steve and the new girls he was picking up, gloating about him like he was some golden god of women. and max would come fuming into billy's room asking if he knew about this shit, and billy would sigh and explain to her that it was just steve keeping up appearances to throw the scent off their trail.

"oh, is that why he had his tongue down tina's throat?" max accused.

and billy would have to pretend like he wasn't embarrassed. like he was in on the joke.

the thing with billy is that he doesn't let himself fall often, because when he does it's like a ten ton boulder down the side of a steep cliff. and shame isn't a color he wears well. he's gotten enough of that for a lifetime from neil, and since he's thankfully fucked off now, billy doesn't want to face it ever again.

which is maybe why he snaps at tommy's party.

he came here with steve, but now he's currently watching him dance with some chick with ten pounds of hair and double the makeup. laughing his preppy little ass off as she gyrates her dainty little lady parts all over him.

and yeah, billy can handle a bitchy attitude and some temper tantrums. and he can even wave off vague flirtations that he only hears about secondhand.

but this shit? right in front of his face? that's where he draws a line in the sand.

so he crumples the red plastic cup in his hand, not caring that beer spills out from the top, spotting the hagans' carpet, and throws it full force at the wall beside him, causing those nearby to jump, probably wondering what the hell set him off, if there's gonna be some grand billy hargrove performance.

but no. they'll just have to make due watching his ass walk out the door.

-

billy's sitting on the steps outside his house the next day, smoking a cigarette, when the beemer pulls up.

it's half expected, half not. billy braces himself for a fight anyway.

"you ditched me last night," is what steve says once he's up the sidewalk, a few feet in front of billy. he doesn't sound mad really. maybe a little offended.

billy sucks on his cigarette. blows out the smoke, his eyes never leaving steve. "got hit by a sudden wave of nausea," he says. "didn't wanna ralph in front of the party. didn't think you'd notice."

"why wouldn't i notice? we came together. i was looking all over for you."

billy shrugs, taking another pull of his smoke. "you seemed preoccupied."

it looks like steve's playing a tape in his head of the previous night, trying to pinpoint what exactly the fuck billy's talking about until it must finally click. "man, are you talking about that thing with cindy?" he laughs. like billy's fucking joshing him. "that was nothing!"

billy finishes his smoke, flicking it into the grass before standing up. "yeah, well, it something to me." he turns to walk up the steps, leaving this conversation - and steve - behind, but he's stopped with a hand on his arm.

"aw, billy, c'mon-"

"don't!" billy spins around, hands shoving steve square in the chest. watches his face go from jovial to nervous in two seconds flat.

good. the prick should be fucking nervous.

"you think you can walk around doing whatever the fuck you want like you own this town, but guess what? you don't! and you sure as shit don't own me!"

steve watches him with wide eyes, clearly out of his depth. this isn't the meeting he came here for. billy doesn't really give a shit. "billy, i-"

"i stood up for you, motherfucker," billy seethes, shoving steve again with two pointed fingers. "you know how many times heather's tried getting me to leave your ass alone? how many times max has threatened to castrate you because you can't keep it in your fucking pants?"

"i haven't slept with anyone else!"

"i don't care!" billy bellows. he's making a fucking scene. he hopes the neighbors aren't home. "i'm prime fucking real estate, baby! back in cali i had guys lining up the fucking block to get a piece of this! you think i just give this up to anybody?" steve opens his mouth, but billy cuts him off. "don't answer that! i defended you, asshole. and you make me look like a fucking idiot."

"i didn't think you cared..." steve says after a moment of stunned silence.

and that stuns billy. but he recovers quickly. "of course i fucking care. i wouldn't be doing this-" he gestures between the two of them, "-if i didn't."

"well you don't exactly express feelings very well." it's mostly teasing, billy thinks, but still that undercurrent of signature harrington bitch. "but-" he takes a step closer. "-if you're serious about this, then i am, too." another step.

"i swear to god if i have to sit through an 'i told you so' speech from maxine or heather because of some shit you pull-"

"is this your way of saying you love me?" steve grins, all cocksure and obnoxious, closing the distance until he and billy are standing toe to toe.

"don't press your luck," billy breathes in the space between them. "i'm serious, steve. i don't do thi- this is new for me, alright? and, i don't know if you've noticed, but i don't really handle rejection well."

"yeah, no shit," steve chuckles. "i'll be on my best behavior from now on. scout's honor." he holds up the three finger scout salute in mockery, but billy thinks, hopes, there's a sincerity in his eyes that he can hold him to.

billy rolls his eyes, mainly at himself for wanting to kiss the idiot right now. he almost does, too, until he remembers where they are and prying eyes could be watching.

he settles for another shove, this time to steve's shoulder, before turning back towards the house. "c'mon," he says, nodding his head towards the door. "nobody's home. you can give me a proper apology."

billy hears footsteps behind him before he even gets his whole sentence out.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: How the M6 like to fluster you

The very late sequel to this post:

How MC likes to fluster the M6

Julian

When I tell you this man is SHAMELESS

Does he fluster easily? Yes. However, being horny on main is his default mode. His own flusteredness will not stop him

Grand, romantic displays of affection. He will write an entire play to perform in the community theatre just to proclaim his love for you from on stage

Any chance to sing a romantic duet, he's pulling you with him. It doesn't matter if it's in public. It doesn't matter if you have the singing voice of an angry hippopotamus

Oh no, he bit his tongue while the two of you were snacking at the food stalls in the market place! Kiss it better?

Oh no, he's getting heartburn from all the street food! Here, help him open his shirt so you can check his chest

Physically incapable of passing a flower seller without buying you one

And then presenting it with the most dramatic flourish and flowery speech he can come up with in the moment

So many suggestive nicknames. So. Many.

Asra

What a tease this sly magician is

They've memorized every single one of your weaknesses, and they love to exploit them

Sensitive scalp? He'll chat with a friend, arm around your shoulders as his trimmed nails drag their way up the back of your head

Holding your hand becomes feather light touches of their fingertips swirling around your palm and inner wrist

He's leaning in to whisper something in your ear, and oh! There's a gentle kiss being pressed to the pulse point below it just before he turns back to what he was doing

Locking their ankles with yours under the table when you're seated across from them

Sneaky compliments. The kind that you wouldn't pick up on if you didn't know that teasing, lazily cat-like face he makes so well

Speaking of facial expressions - they will fix you with the most dreamy, adoring, seductive face for minutes on end. In any and every situation

Regularly uses your bond to let you know exactly how you make him feel

Nadia

Oh, she loooves to see you blush

Very forward in her advances. If she sees you talking to someone, she'll take your hand and press kisses to each fingertip until your breath hitches

Which will make you pause in conversation, which is her opening to steal your attention

Loves feeding you. At dinner parties, offering you a forkful from her plate or sip from her glass and savoring the indirect kiss

In more casual settings, holding pieces of fruit and cheese against your lips so she can brush her knuckles across them

Constantly helping you fix your clothes, jewelry, or hair as an excuse to touch you

Heaping you with detailed and genuine praise in every setting. She can go on and on about your strengths for hours

Will happily trace your facial features with her fingertips while you talk to her

"What am I doing? Oh nothing, just admiring the realms' most exquisite work of living art."

She adores you. And as previously stated, she adores your blush

Muriel

It took a while for him to think of trying, to be honest. Usually you're the one flustering him by simply showing affection

That is, until he caught sight of you blushing as he changed his shirt one evening and thought it wasn't a bad look on you

He didn't like his body before, but if showing a little skin and muscle is all it takes to make you flush, it's an easy sacrifice

Would NEVER attempt any of the following tactics in public, for the woods only:

Removing his shirt for dirty tasks, such as wood chopping, boulder lifting, and (on one occasion) uprooting a small infected tree stump with his bare hands

Carrying you like you weigh nothing whenever you say you're tired

If you're cold, very shyly pulling you into his lap and wrapping you up in his arms and cloak

You liked that flower? He's planting a row of them outside the window

He loves you so much, he will even hold your hand in public if it makes you smile

Portia

Most of the time she flusters you it's not on purpose. She won't realize until you're already blushing and fumbling

Which, let's be clear, she does appreciate

Portia is a force of nature who puts everything she is into loving and supporting and adoring her partner

She will defend your honor and proclaim all your accomplishments with 0 hesitation

She also loves to read. She likes reading mysteries, but you'll also find that she likes reading spicier stories as well

She likes bringing said stories home and reading them out loud to you

She likes using them as inspiration for when she's on a trip without you and wants to send you a particularly raunchy love letter

She likes convincing you to reenact said stories and love letters with her

And she REALLY likes making subtle references to them in conversation at a friend's house, just to watch the heat travel up your face to your ears

You're her favorite character to dream about

Lucio

He likes making you blush. It's a fantastic ego boost and it suits you

But planning ahead isn't his strong suit. If he manages to fluster you, it's because he saw an opportunity, and he seized it

So. Many. Dirty. Jokes.

At first it might feel like it's in poor taste. It's not the most romantic way to woo someone

However, there is a reason he threw the best parties. When it comes to fun, exciting, and pleasurable things, he is creative

You are going to hear innuendos that should not make as much sense as they do

You are going to hear references and suggestions that will make you stop and wonder, "how would that even work?"

And figuring out the answers to that question will make you flush every time

It doesn't help that he's a generally handsy person. He will take advantage of any and every excuse for physical contact in public

Will make an inappropriate noise every time you skewer something to grill it over the campfire. It's his signature joke

[actual-changeling]

In the grand scheme of things, a month is not enough time to really get to know someone, especially if said person is clearly still going through a lot of shit and clinging to his brother like an octopus. They have been spending more and more afternoons with each other, always with Joel in the middle, and he likes to think they're on a good path to being friends.

Tommy might not know Ellie well, but he does know her, and it's easy to see that she is currently incredibly uncomfortable and Joel nowhere to be seen. The dining hall is loud during meal times on the best of days, but today it is outright chaotic, and Tommy remembers how overwhelming it had been during his first few months in Jackson. On top of that, Ellie is so small she can probably barely see through the crowd, just a piece of driftwood caught in the current and pulled along in whatever direction people are moving, and without Joel there to enforce her personal space, she is drowning.

His body is moving toward her before he even notices what he is doing, stopping himself once he does; there's a chance Ellie would be quite upset if he tried to swoop in and "save" her, well aware how much she dislikes being close to anyone who isn't Joel. But then Martin starts talking to her, good guy, usually very friendly, and all color drains from her face, and Tommy decides he'd rather have Ellie elbow him in the stomach than face his brother's wrath over not stepping in.

The crowd parts around him when he moves through it, the distance between him and Ellie closed within seconds, and he stops on her right, keeping himself in her field of vision so he doesn't startle her (he did that once on accident, never again). He nods at Martin, though his feelings are far from his priority right now.

"Hey Ellie, have you seen Joel somewhere?"

Trying to keep his tone light, he has one eye on the people surrounding them and one on her, still trying to figure out where the hell his brother disappeared to, he never leaves her alone if he can help it. He's not quite sure what he expects Ellie to do, but it's definitely not her hands snapping up to grab his arm so tightly it's almost painful, nails digging into his skin. She is shaking, trying so hard to be aware of the room around her that her eyes are almost fluttering, and it takes him a few beats to react.

"Gonna go 'n find my brother with this one, Martin."

It's not a question but he nods, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze before merging back into the crowd, and Tommy is incredibly thankful for that. The second he is gone, Ellie deflates, falling against his side, and Tommy brings up his other arm around her and gently places his palm on her back, relieved when she doesn't flinch. Asking if she is okay seems unnecessary, she clearly isn't, so he just tries his best to provide her with as much space as possible as he navigates them to an empty table in one of the quieter corners near the back exit, casually pushing people away when necessary.

Ellie sinks into a chair and doesn't let go of him, knuckles white, and he settles next to her, keeping an eye out for Joel while talking to her.

"Anything you need, sweetheart?"

The endearment slips out, force of habit, and her gaze is suddenly glued to his face, pupils blown so wide her eyes seem black.

"Don't leave."

"I won't, promise. Do you know where Joel went?"

She shakes her head, fingers around his wrist loosening a tiny bit.

"Alright, I'm sure he'll be back soon, someone probably just distracted him."

They both lean back, the relative silence between them oddly comforting, and Ellie nudges her chair across the floor until their armrests are pressed together, her breaths coming a bit slower and deeper now. The affection curling around his heart is familiar, warmth blooming in his chest, and it's easy to understand why Joel fell for her so quickly and completely it almost killed him. She relaxes while they wait, head tipping to rest against his biceps, eyes closed, and the open display of trust is so sweet it makes him ache. Despite not spending a lot of time together, she clearly thinks of him as someone safe, probably due to his relationship with Joel, and Tommy finds himself hoping that maybe they can build something on that foundation. Ellie is Joel's kid, which makes her family, and Tommy looks out for his people.

It takes Joel about fifteen minutes to finally return to them with a panicked look on his face, clearly out of breath, and he stops dead in his tracks when he sees Ellie half draped over him.

"I'm sorry, baby, someone was asking about some construction work I did yesterday, and-"

"It's okay," she interrupts, blinking up at him and stretching out one hand in a clear demand, "Tommy got me."

Joel stills, eyes flicking between the two of them, and he simply shrugs his unoccupied shoulder, it's not like it's his kid, after all. He takes Ellie's hand and falls into the chair next to her, leaning over to press a kiss to her hair, and Tommy doesn't even try to hide his smile. To everyone's surprise, Ellie stays right where she is, holding Joel's hand with a death grip but still using him as a pillow, and the look he shares with Joel is one of mutual confusion and resignation. She starts talking to him about some space book she's been reading, ignoring the last twenty minutes of her life, and they silently agree to wait out the masses before getting their own food, Ellie seemingly content to force both of them to listen to her ramble about an astronaut he has no idea about.

Yeah, she got them both wrapped around her finger, and Tommy finds he doesn't mind it one bit, hoping that maybe this is not only a second chance for Joel, but for him, too.

[princessjojo-x]

LeoVenus ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

💝 initially, he’ll act more like a house cat rather than a lion. he’ll analyse & observe his love interest with a straight face & detached vibe. he’ll leave her guessing & pinning after his affections. this can make her feel unwelcome & unwanted by him. however, once she’s won him over & he realises her worth, he’ll pounce & hunt her down. at this point he’ll become more open, talkative & friendly.

💝 he’s not shy to make the first move bc he always approaches love with bravery & he wears his heart on his sleeve.

💝 it’s unlikely he’ll hide his partner bc he prefers to love out loud. he wants a partner he is proud of & is proud of him in return.

💝 he is the best gift giver amongst all the venus signs & he is especially generous with his partner.

💝 he may cause arguments within rxship out of boredom bc he is drawn to drama & fireworks. also, his bruised egos may lead to passive-aggressive behaviour & prolonged sulks.

💝 he tends to hang on to dying rxships bc he is extremely loyal & forgives easily.

💝 he loves himself first & won’t let you forget that. driven by the desire to be admired & adored, he can come across as snobby & is likely to prioritise his own needs over his partners, leading to an imbalance in the rxship.

💝 when he experiences breakups, he maintains a strong & confident exterior, even if he’s hurting internally. he’ll struggle with his wounded pride & ego. consequently, he might seek validation & attention from others to boost his self-esteem during this vulnerable time.

💝 sexually, he is open to adventures & experiments as long as it doesn’t lead to a sense of humiliation.

💝 he has an inherent ability to radiate positive motivation, make others feel special & validate people’s point of view. the only time he doesn't fill someone with extraordinary support is when he realises that person is a potential competitor.

💝 you rarely see him have ugly days bc he’s so well kept.

Turn On’s:

💝 leo placements are known to have a lot of confidence, yet leo venuses tend to question their place in their partners lives a lot & need constant reassurance to feel sure of their partner’s love for them. he wants constant attention, obsession & expression of emotions from his partner. he even likes his partner to beg for his attention. he feels loved when being spoiled, praised & applauded so tell him you’re proud of them. he has a fundamental need for positive & supportive feedback. if it's negative or not supportive enough, he can inwardly feel unworthy. compliment him but only genuinely & at the right timing.

💝 he loves grand gestures & larger displays of love.

💝 he prefers to be the leader or in charge since he hates taking orders. but he needs a woman who is strong & assertive, not weak & caving in.

💝 he dates for a good time, not to be overly serious. he enjoys flirting & playing around. playing is very important to this placement so whenever you are together, wherever you are, whatever boring thing you are doing they will make it fun. promise him fun, adventure & laughter. he needs a partner who is the life of the party (outgoing, warm, happy, optimistic. honest caring).

💝 he enjoys chasing (playing cat & mouse) so ensure to be hard to get.

💝 he wants a partner who’s like a celebrity (popular, sociable, well respected, widely attracted, impressive, sought after, bold, confident, radiant, charismatic & proud). she is sure of herself, has strong values & high respect for those she’s closest to. she makes noise wherever she goes & rarely lets other people override her opinion.

💝 his ideal lover will have a fire sign sun, moon or asc.

💝 he wants a partner who is always overdressed in attention grabbing clothing bc he wants everyone staring at her! he likes anything shiny, bold, extra, unique, extraordinary, creative & fun; titties out, booty out, excessive makeup, XL acrylics, hoop earrings, leopard print, designer accessories, tacky clothing, flower crowns, highlighters, gold eye shadow, crop tops, etc. dress brightly in colours ruled by the sun (yellow, bronze & gold). he

💝 all fire venus’s want a passionate partner who encourages them to be confident & expressive, they want someone to be proud of them.

Turn Off’s:

💝 someone who is negative, selfish, patronising, unoriginal & domineering.

💝 never judge him for being generous or kind to you/others.

💝 don’t ever question or humiliate him in public.

💝 if you do something to try make him feel insecure in himself. (same for all fire venus)

💝 ghost him (this will HURT)

[miloformula123fan]

Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? Tom Brady was at the Williams garage during the FP1. James wondered what took his wife's attention from him. There, Tom Brady and her chatting up and he feels jealous because she was not spending time with him. Maybe he did something to gain her attention. Just something fluff and PDA. Thanks!!! :))

i'm going to be honest, I finished this a while ago and then just never published it, partially because then James started doing questionable things - like Logan! wtf man! and I feel bad for Franco cause he's doing amazing, outqualifying his teammate and he doesn't have a seat for next year! and zak's run out of funding for f2, like bestie, you have a wholeass f1 team backing you? basically Williams is fucked, and maybe I'm going to become a full time ferrari fan

i suppose they both made q3 tho so??? i won't jinx them for tonight

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

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james vowles x wife!reader

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James cracked his neck as he stretched taking the headphones off. It hadn’t been the worst FP1 from the entire season and it being Logan’s home race it was important for them to try and get some points on the board for the team.

But for now he was not thinking about that. He was just planning on finding his wife, and maybe curling up on a beanbag with her. He just needed to find her first.

He started asking around the garage, asking if anyone had seen her. Not many had, but a few PR people mentioned that they’d seen her heading towards hospitality.

So James headed towards hospitality. He remembered the PR people mentioning some celebrities coming to the grand prix. But he didn’t really care about any of the so-called ‘celebrities’ that came to Miami and considering he always had the excuse of work to have to do, he barely had to tolerate them.

But all those thoughts exited his head as he entered hospitality and saw Tom Brady sitting at a table, eating lunch. He was attempting not to fanboy at the sight of one of his favourite football players. And it was very easy to stop fanboying when he saw who Tom was eating lunch with.

Y/N was sitting on the table opposite Tom, looking heavily interested in whatever he was saying and nodding along as she ate her lunch. Some of the shy smiles she was showing, James rarely saw, solely because he was unable to surprise his wife a lot. She was unsurprised now when he kissed her or told her how beautiful she was. She appreciated it, of course, but he hadn’t seen this smile since he surprised her with a birthday party.

And then there was Tom Brady, a famous football player, seemingly flirting with his wife.

James was not someone who was very into public displays of affection, or PDA, but he genuinely saw no other option as he watched Y/N laugh again as Tom Brady said something. 

He walked over to the table, throwing his arm behind Y/N’s chair as he leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Hello Darling. Did you see the end of FP1?”

“Oh, hello James. Yeah we did, we watched the final few minutes here. Sorry I didn’t wait, but I wanted to beat the mechanic rush and I was a little bit hungry. Oh and by the way, this is Tom Brady, y’know, he won the superbowl a few times.”

He laughed and James had to clench his teeth to not spit at him “Only a few times, closer to 7. Sorry, I��m Tom, and you are?”

“James. I’m the team principal for Williams.”

“Oh, well lovely to meet you. Would you like to join us? I’m sure we could pull up another seat, and you could join us?”

“Yes, well I would love to join my wife for lunch, however I have a meeting. If you don’t mind darling, can I join you for afternoon tea?”

“Oh, of course.”

Y/N sat down in the booth waiting for her husband to slide in opposite her. She was not expecting her husband to lay another kiss on her cheek before sliding into the chair opposite, handing over the food.

“Are you okay James?”

“You mean other than whatever is going on with my team, yeah I am, why do you ask?”

“You seem a little tense.”

“I’m not tense darling.”

“Yes you are, now tell me why.”

“I’m not tense.”

“James, I married you 5 years ago. I know when you are tense.”

“Okay. Fine. I was jealous.”

“Jealous? When would you… oh. James,” she took his hands, leaning to try and look at him “James. Were you jealous of Tom Brady?”

“...no.”

“James, it’s okay if you are. But you have to know that I much prefer the sexy, nerdy British team principals than the hot American football players.”

“You… do.”

“Of course. That’s why I married one. I know I’m attractive James. And I know I could marry whoever I want. And I want to marry my sexy, nerdy British husband.”

“I love you too Darling.”

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[greycaelum]

What about vampire gojo and reader, when some aristocrats critized her for her weird/unique looks? And tell her he’s only with her cuz shes too pretty and she doesn’t deserve it.

Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: {Thoughts}

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

"Please do not pout, your sulking is not good for my health." Your brow furrowed and your heart heavy from the indescribable feeling his upset face brings. Satoru frowns and pulls your waist to stand before him. Your back collided against his chest and in no split second, a pair of tempting fangs nibbled on your neck in an attempt of piercing your fragile skin where his mate mark is inked in your skin. His blue rose... His hand rested on your hips, running his hand in the curve of your waist. A shuddering sensation crawled by your spine at the boiling heat of anticipation in your belly. He doesn't bite but the friction of his sharp canines against your neck brings out the tingles in your spine.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (2.6k)/ bullying, racial profiling, light-heavy petting, obsessive bordering subtle yandere thoughts, feeding on blood, cuddling, use of power and authority over subordinates/ angst to comfort/ vampire Satoru is his own warning

❦︎ A/N: loved writing this ask, more thoughts about vampire au? I hope you liked this one too~

There are thoughts that you do not need to hear.

Like how no one fails to notice your appearance. Wherever you go, you receive long gazes that hold different thoughts.

Before Satoru turned you into a vampire, your lady-in-waiting had often mentioned how peculiar you look even as a human. Was it for your shining hair, your gleaming eyes that seems like the river of stars, or perhaps your skin that seem to sparkle in the moonlight? They often told you your features are closer to the nymphs residing in Soladrina—the floating plains of the gods and goddesses—than that of a human.

Satoru has never mentioned these and you never gave them attention. Surely, he never failed to tell you how beautiful you are but never did he make you feel that you are different from what you are supposed to be.

But your mate's normalcy to these so-called 'differences' doesn't apply to the eyes of society.

The Grand Duke has long foregone his social duties. Ever since the late Grand Duchess, it is known that the grand duchy has dropped all social appearances. With his father sick and bedridden; His Grace is often away for hunting or war there was no one to deal with such frivolous outings. And even if he was present, he has no interest. He's far more suited to the gore of war and the silence of his study than drinking tea and eating scones in the garden.

Then, there's you.

His butler mentioned starting to build relations with the other families. At first, you dropped the idea, with no title in your name it is unheard of to attend the banquets of the aristocrats. Moreso for a human turned vampire. The vast difference in status and race was quite a dilemma for you to suddenly step into the high society without looking as if you are using the Grand Duke's paramount reputation and influence.

But after Satoru brought you in the celebration of the winter solstice, conspicuously displaying his claim and palpable affection in public eyes, everyone just knew the wheels are turning. The very next day a mass of correspondence and invitations are pouring in.

Not for His Grace.

But for you.

It was no secret how the Grand Duke is devoted to the bone with his mate. It was just a matter of passing the mourning period of his father that he will name you his Grand Duchess. From his gestures, there is no question which fell hard between the two of you. All aristocrats are intrigued about what kind of lady captivated the cold-blooded warlord, for him to be so besotted to the bone. 

"Your Grace." You sighed at his pout, this petulant attitude has been going on for two days now. And from the looks of it, it will continue even more if you don't promise him something he likes. "I promised tomorrow, we'll go picnic with no more interruption."

The sight of your mate sulking isn't something to be underestimated.

"Please do not pout, your sulking is not good for my health." Your brow furrowed and your heart heavy from the indescribable feeling his upset face brings.

Satoru frowns and pulls your waist to stand before him. Your back collided against his chest and in no split second, a pair of tempting fangs nibbled on your neck in an attempt of piercing your fragile skin where his mate mark is inked in your skin. His blue rose...

His hand rested on your hips, running his hand in the curve of your waist. A shuddering sensation crawled by your spine at the boiling heat of anticipation in your belly. He doesn't bite but the friction of his sharp canines against your neck brings out the tingles in your spine.

"Get back here before twilight because you are not leaving my sight the day after tomorrow until you get tired of my face," Satoru growled in defeat. He was cursing the mailman who delivered the letter despite the rain. Running a hand over his hair in annoyance. You're his mate but it seems he's the one who least spends time with you. Where's the justice in that? Satoru muttered profanities in frustration.

"Is that a punishment, Your Grace?" You giggled, tapping the nose of your mate as he preys on your every move. "Because it sounds like a reward to me."

Satoru merely snorted and ever slowly let you withdraw from his arms to get ready. His eyes were glued to your figure as you put on your corset, pulling on the strings that confined the soft curves of your waist to the slenderness of your hips but the strings kept loosening.

A hand sneaks up to rub circles on your shoulder blade and the strings of the corset tug you making you stumble backward until you hit the familiar hard chest of your mate.

"I should just pull this, right?" Hot breath fanned your nape.

You faintly nodded. Despite how many times this moment repeats itself, it never fails to have you hold your breath feeling the strings tighten, forcing you to breathe out a sweet gasp and straighten up as Satoru hummed, knotting the strings into a bow and staring at the enticing curve of your pretty spine.

"Good girl." Satoru purred, his hand found your tights, caressing them as the two of you stare at the mirror, your unbearable flushed cheeks and legs clenched together whilst his devilish smirk as he nibbled your earlobe. "You're so sweet and soft to me Kitten," Satoru whispered as he toyingly bit the shell of your ears whilst keeping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling because of your knees wobbling from his caress.

"Milady? Can I come in?" A chamber keeper knocked hesitantly, trancing you out of a stupor.

If your mate's touch wasn't enough to drive you crazy, the embarrassment of the person outside hearing you and Satoru is sure enough to level you into a combusting mess.

"Are you alright Lady Y/n? For cold weather, your face is too flushed."

Lady Akari, one of the daughters of the nobles living within Albastru asked you. She's a quaint young lady who often keeps to herself unless spoken to. It just so happens she's standing close to you this time.

"Yes, I am alright. The layers of clothing are just a bit stuffy even for the cold weather." An amicable smile from you settled her and offered another cup of the chilled tea which you happily accepted and she talked to you about the new venture of her father that may interest you.

"If it isn't Lady Y/n. Are you alright Milady? You look pale, paler than a vampire usually is." A bratty voice came close from your back and a teenage girl with extravagant layers of expensive fur to keep her from the cold smiled at you but her foxy eyes spell trouble.

"Lady Minami... you look—" you paused and looked at her up and down before continuing. "—rather stuffy."

The lady frowned at your remark.

"Of course, Lady Y/n is paler. After all, she is still a newborn. For a banal human to adapt this fast in our nature, it must only be because of His Grace's venom." A cold voice emerged behind Minami. Lady Risa of the Kamo Clan looked at you with narrowed eyes. Her distaste for you was openly displayed. "Such an impure blood." The venom was dripping in the tone.

"That is not true! Lady Y/n has the most beautiful eyes than any of you." Lady Akari rushed to defend you but it only gathered much more attention in your corner thus you held her back and turned to the two girls picking on you.

It's not unusual for pure-blooded vampires to openly regard their distaste for turned ones like you. Vampires can be quite the purist when it comes to bloodlines. Seeing humans as nothing more than blood banks. Truly... It's a good thing Satoru isn't here or else you'll never hear the end of this.

Setting down your cup of tea you straightened your posture, looked at the two ladies, and tilted your head to the side with an unamused smile.

"What unrefined mouths you have. Is that how educated noble ladies behave? I would like to see the face of your tutors and show them their incompetence in teaching etiquette for raising brats like you who lack the class and decorum in a social gathering. Uncultured girls."

The surrounding spectators chuckled and the host immediately came to your corner asking about the problem.

"You dare run your mouth because you're His Grace's mate. You're just a figurehead no matter how you act like a noble lady." Lady Minami seethed. 

"It doesn't change I am the Lady of the Grand Duke you have been wanting over the years. I am the mate of the Grand Duke. If you have enough dignity and intelligence you will know how to behave around me. Future Countess."

Lady Risa glared at you with whole passion and turned her heel away.

"My Lady..." The host of the banquet looked troubled by the conflict and looked at you for leniency.

You nod and let the matter go. This is just but a scratch of how high society works. It is such a tiring thing to deal with calculations and machinations against each other. No wonder Satoru dislikes it to the core. You sat on the bench under the shade of a magnolia tree away from the party.

"Lady Risa was right. Doesn't Lady Y/n look too different from humans? I once visited the Eastern Continent and I've never seen a human that looks anything like her."

The girls gossiped behind your back, not knowing that you were listening behind the tree.

"His Grace, The Grand Duke must be blinded that's why he's so infatuated to her. Come to think of it, why would the Grand Duke even like a human? He's from the lineage of the Imperial Family with the purest royal blood. It must only be because of that bewitching face that he has fallen for her."

"Have you noticed? She came out of nowhere and the Grand Duke was totally in love with her. She must come from the race of witches and enchanted him."

A chuckle came from your side. Lady Mei-Mei swirled her red wine and looked at you.

"Gossiping won't bring gold in their pockets. Don't you think so Lady Y/n? Don't frown, unlike them, you're a rich woman. Money makes people sing and dance."

Your frown was relieved and replaced by a chuckle at her open greed for money.

If there is one thing about Lady Mei-Mei is that she's too attached to wealth. But that also makes her easier to hang out with. She is honest and efficient. The kind that will bring gold and information with every deal you make with her.

Satoru stared outside his window as your carriage entered the gates.

"Should I have the dinner served at the garden, Master?" Yuta noticed his Uncle's sudden interest in the window and surmised that you were back. His Uncle has no other interest aside from you so it has become easy for Yuta to know when you are around.

Satoru looked at the sky and saw the grey clouds brewing in. Promising a harsh thunderstorm for tonight. 

"Yuta." Satoru's eyes narrowed at the garden where different flowers are clashing on the blue roses flowers he specifically planted for his mate. Weeds. Satoru clicked his tongue.

"Yes, Master?" Yuta stiffened at the cold tone he was so familiar with.

"Some unsightly thorns are trying to prick what's mine..." Seems like there will be tongues that need discipline. Subordinates that dare to bite the hand of their master that feed them bring nothing but an omen. Seems like the garden needs some weeding.

The door to the study opened and your figure immediately diminished Satoru's dark thoughts. Yuta excused himself to prepare the dinner and left the two of you alone.

"Did you have fun?" Satoru started the fire in the hearth and sat on the couch, patting his lap for you to join him. Your sweet weight fitted perfectly on his lap as he bring the quilt up your belly ensuring you are snug and safe from the cold bite of the storm.

The drizzle of the rain started hitting the glass window but Satoru kept you cozy and warm near the fire, curled inside his arms. His lips rested on your head while your nose nuzzled against his chin. Preciously cradled away from problems and harm. Satoru brushed the stray hair on your forehead. No one would ever understand how much your existence means to his life. But that's alright, all he could ever truly care for is you and only you.

He could forget everything and just have you like this, satisfied and snuggled in his protective embrace. Everything fades in comparison in every moment he sees your smile.

"Lady Mei-Mei told me about a new business venture..." Your cheery voice dissipated the exhaustion in his mind. You talked and talked even while dinner is served in the room and everyone left for your privacy. Satoru kept you on his lap and took it upon himself to feed you while you told him about today's happenings.

"Mnnn, anything else you need to tell me, Kitten?" Satoru lazily drawled, watching you lick off the faint drops of blood after feeding a bit from his wrist. You're really like a kitten. He smirked darkly and waited for you to tell him what he's been waiting for. 

Your pretty eyes blinked in confusion and shook your head like an innocent lamb.

"Really?" So you're not gonna tell him? Too bad he saw everything with his eyes even if you do not tell him.

"Oh! I remembered." A pout formed on your lips. "We can't have a picnic tomorrow, the ground is wet from the rain. What should we do?"

"..." That's not what he wants to hear.

Satoru hummed and tucked you in his arms before standing up and walking to the connecting door leading to his bedroom chambers. Laying you on his bed and tucked you under the covers as he dropped a lingering kiss over your lips before closing the curtains to keep the lightning from startling you in your sleep.

"I will finish something and join you soon. Sleep for now. I'll think of something we can do tomorrow."

"Do you have to?" You brought the blanket higher to your nose until only your eyes are visible. "Can't we sleep already?"

If this is the usual matter Satoru would have foregone it and joined you in the bed, holding you in his arms as he stroke your head to sleep. but this is different. He smiled apologetically and kissed your forehead one last time before walking back to his study where Yuta was waiting, a stack of paper in the young man's hands.

"Master I have the list of ladies who offended the Lady during the tea party earlier." Yuta felt a little sorry for the date of these ladies. But his Master does not hold debts mercifully.

The lighting struck and the feral glint in Satoru's eyes glowed.

The weeds in the garden will have to suffer the torrential rain.

The quarterly gathering is a week away. Seems like their fathers will know what repercussions entail when they fail to discipline their daughters' mouths. Satoru never does light punishments. 

Only with pain, they will learn their lesson.

It's okay if you won't tell him how those women talked about you. But it doesn't mean he will let it go. No. He's not a gentleman nor is he a paragon. He is your mate and if anyone dares to prick or even hurt a strand of your hair means offence against him as well. 

Offence against him is the same as surrendering their head to the silver platter.

And you don't need to know about it. After all...

There are thoughts that you do not need to hear.

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[xthescarletbitch]

As a lesbian, I'm obsessed with how you write Minthara. Thank you for doing her justice ;0; if you're taking requests by chance, how about some possessive Minthara reactions to female!tav getting hit on?

aww, thank you so much!! i’d love to do this. i just hope i did minthara some more justice. <3

18+ under the cut.

no, no. minthara doesn’t like that. how dare somebody hit on who is clearly hers? has she not made her intentions and/or love for you clear enough? she already knows how magnificent you are–she doesn’t need a reminder, and she certainly doesn’t need anyone trying to take you away from her. you are all hers, and something would have to be done.

minthara doesn’t usually show her possessive side, but witnessing somebody else hit on you has made her angry.

upon witnessing the act, she is immediately by your side, pulling you close by her arm around your waist.

she’ll go easy at first and flash the guilty party a toothy smile, urging them to cease their flirtatious remarks lest chaos be brought down upon them.

generally, the menacing smirk is enough to make anybody shake in their boots, but again, she’s fully equipped to do more if she must.

if her target still doesn't get the hint that you are taken, she’ll grab you by the face and bring you in for a heated kiss, only pulling away with your bottom lip between her teeth.

once the hint is received, minthara is eager to remind you of what’s what.

“i am yours, and you are mine.”

another kiss is sure to come along, followed by more public displays of affection. 

so long as you’re okay with it, minthara is one to grab your ass and hips in front of others to essentially tease them and show them what isn’t theirs.

it’s sort of like she’s showing off this exquisite grand prize that everybody can see, but not touch (you are absolutely her prize, after all).

she relishes in their reactions—the way their eyes follow her hands as they roam your body, claiming you.

and don’t put violence beside her, either.

she might have to teach that punk a lesson later for trying to come between the two of you.

their head on your mantle may be necessary.

it’d be an excellent piece to admire while she claims you further in the bedroom.

but for now, she’s dedicated to making her mark and deterring future attempts that threaten what you have.

that’s why minthara wastes no time in leading you to your tent.

she’s quick to dispose you of your clothes, eyeing you up and down and indulging in the sight.

she ponders on how she’ll claim you tonight, and the intense craving she has for you is no help—it’s consuming her.

she’s just so caught up in what just happened and needs to take it out on you—preferably from between your legs.

she will have you gripping the bedsheets and screaming her name as she buries her face into your cunt, chanting the same dialogue as before: “i am yours, and you are mine.”

she’ll withhold your orgasm until you say the same right back.

it must be affirmed, and all must hear who you belong to.

she will have you begging her for more, which is exactly where she wants you.

she’ll leave you so satisfied that you won’t even think about looking anywhere else.

she wants you so intoxicated by her love that you crave her 24/7, just as she feels for you.

she can get intense, but that’s just the effect you have on her.

it comes with being all hers.

[sleeplesssmoll]

yet another question because i like your analyses ... what do you consider to be vertin's love language? what's her favourite to give and what's her favourite to receive. also can i ask the same for sonetto and schneider

The way my brain works is it latches into certain personality traits or in game events and then tries to find context in game to deepen these ideas/theories. A lot of these ideas end up getting exaggerated and honestly a new piece of in-game lore could change how I feel about them. Ngl, I started getting self-indulgent with this one. With that little disclaimer out of the way, here we go!

Vertin as the giver: The Provider

She can be over the top with her grand displays of affection, but Vertin will love you like she is going to lose you. Due to the Storm, she very well might.

Physical touch! Especially holding hands or touching people's hair. this post has all evidence your honor.

Providing for / fulfilling desires. Will spoil her loved ones rotten.

Your happiness is her happiness, but that also means your dissatisfaction/sadness/anger is her failure.

Will support your ideas, dreams, and from time to time, your mischief.

Will compliment and praise you. Cheesy but endearing.

Doesn't like mornings, but will always wake up with you.

If you say you lie about not wanting food (she can tell), she'll order more than she can eat by herself and ask you for "help". She always orders food with the intention of sharing

Wants to take you on trips and try new things together.

Attentive to your reactions and body language. It seems like she can read your mind at times, which makes things easier. Unfortunately, you can't read hers...

Vertin as the recipient: Comfortable as a Lover, Uncertain as the Loved.

In her mind, she is the one who is supposed to be providing for you so when someone does “too much” for her, she feels like she's taking advantage of them or letting them down in some way

Will hardly ask for anything aside from occasional favors. However, she'll always accept gifts no matter how bizarre or dangerous. Give her a rock and she'll treasure it in her room. Ugly shirt as a gag gift? She'll definitely wear it.

Likes to be involved and engaged in activities alongside you. Invite her to do things you're interested in/hobbies 

Unlike Smoltin, the Timekeeper doesn't share many of her interests. She's too busy accomodating the needs of others. Ask her to play the piano or that you'd like to see her paintings. This will create an opportunity for her to open up about things she likes under the guise of doing a service for you. Really, it'll benefit both parties. NOTE: rejecting these aspects of her or dismissing her when she tries to share something with you is a big no-no. She'll stop trying to open up. (Smoltin would keep trying, but the Timekeeper will respect your perceived disinterest)

While she can "read your mind", confirming your thoughts wouldn't hurt. Let her know you enjoy doing things together or if anything is bothering you. You opening up to her is a huge deal for her! She wants to do everything she can for you and having your trust means a lot to her.

Ironically, Vertin will never tell you “everything” and that's something you have to accept. It's not even a trust thing, but due to the way she perceives time. She values her time with you and doesn't want to ruin these precious moments with negativity since time is so fleeting. She'd rather stay positive in case that day happens to be your last day together.

If an argument does occur, Vertin is the one who gets banished to the couch. However, she usually offers on her own when she knows what's coming. Even when arguing, she still wants her loved one to be as cozy as possible. She won't allow them sleep on the couch. She doesn't like arguing and will try to make things better as soon as possible.

Sonetto as the giver: The Guard Dog

Loyalty and protectiveness (comes with possessiveness) . Will sacrifice herself for her loved ones.

Nurturing; despite people thinking she's always going to obey, Sonetto will tug on the leash if anything endangers her loved ones; including her loved ones themselves. Expect a “debate” (it's not really a debate because she won't budge until you yield) on why you need to take care of yourself or else she'll do it for you.

Clingy; Just wants to be close. Doesn't like being separated

Learning about you; she wants to be part of your life not just a bystander in it. Your favorite foods, colors, etc. She wants to know everything!

Putting up with a lot. She will follow you to hell and back. She won't approve a bad decision, but will stick around because she doesn't want you to get hurt.

Will learn new skills just to help you. If she can't do something for you now, she'll work to become someone who can in the future.

Sonetto as the Recipient: The Puppy

Wants physical intimacy but is sometimes uncertain on how to initiate. Hugs, hand-holding, kisses, she wants it all. Will initiate once she feels more confident.

Verbal praise! Let her know she's done well or compliment her.

Reaffirmation. Tell her you like her to remove doubts (you'd be surprised how powerful telling a loved one “I love you” is. Propaganda to tell an important person in your life you love them because you'll never know when the last day you can say it will come.)

Encourage her to embrace her curiosity and explore the world with her. Be patient with her as she figures things out. Even better, be proud of her.

Helping her with her crosswords in the newspaper is great for bonding time. Also likes to have meals together

Won't steal your food but she makes puppy eyes at you without realizing. Food will be shared both ways.

She likes poetry and books the most but she's happy to receive anything from her beloved.

Big doggy, but little spoon. This is one is purely self-indulgence because big doggies alway act like cuddly puppies. Puppnetto is Canon.

Will never banish her loved ones to the couch. She doesn't stay mad long enough for that and will want to cuddle even if she's angry. Her puppy eyes make her immune to banishment as well.

Schneider as the giver: Bloody Valentine

Will kill for you and die for you 

Will never keep her hands of the person she loves. PDA is imminent.

Flirty, playful, but likes to have serious and deeper conversations from time to time. This is a sign she likes you.

Clingy, but will disappear on you randomly to see if you chase her. Will reward you with lots of attention once you find her.

Will always choose her loved ones above all else

Schneider as the recipient: Wants The Love she Never Had

While she was the backbone for her family, she is a spoiled brat with her beloved. Attention, thoughtful gifts & gestures, and everything else she didn't have as a child (or had to earn herself) are expected.

Schneider values Stability and Loyalty in her partners. Despite her tough talk, she spent a majority of her life providing shelter for her family and dragging them out of poverty at her own expense. She wants someone who will stick beside her through thick and thin, despite the chaos in her life. NOTE: Sometimes she'll do something crazy just to see how her loved one would react

While she likes to tease and menace her loved ones, she will always remind them how much she loves them. She is someone who will prove it too.

Doesn't like to listen. She must be persuaded.

Dates to public places are fine, but when she's really into someone she'd rather spend more time alone with them.

Wants 6 kids, a dog, a cat, and a bird. She had 11 sisters! She's being reasonable here.

Is the one who keeps the bed and banishes people to the couch if she's mad. However, her loved ones will wake up in the middle of the night to find her sleeping against them on the couch. She loves you even when she can't stand you putting pineapple on pizza.

When it comes to food, what's yours is her's. Food thief! But, she'll be more than happy to feed you the same food she just nicked off your plate.

[starillusion13]

FRIENDS!? Chapter 22

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Series ML

Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere

Warning: mention of memories (nothing much just go with the flow).

W.C: 3.4k Network: @k-vanity

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

Hello, Can we be friends please?

It was a late Saturday afternoon when Hongjoong, with that familiar mischievous grin, told you to get dressed. "Wear something nice," he said, his voice full of playful mystery, making your heart skip a beat. You stood in his cabin for a moment, unsure whether to press him for more details, but the glint in his eyes stopped you. He loved surprises, and his excitement was contagious. The twinkle in his eyes as he watched you try to guess what he had planned made it clear that today would be something special.

You hurried to your floor, meeting Seonghwa and Mingi in your way to the elevator.

"Where is the pretty lady hurrying to?" Mingi playfully raised a brow at you. Three of you exchanged smiles and seeing no one was around, you sighed.

"Joong wants me to get dressed nicely and he told me to hurry up. I don't know what's the reason." You said and looked expectantly at them, if they know something.

Mingi nodded his head in understanding but something clicked inside Seonghwa's mind when he smirked and patted your head.

"Then do accordingly. He doesn't want you to be late."

You narrowed your eyes at him, "do you know why is this demand suddenly?"

He raised his hands in defense, "of course not. Neither Mingi."

Mingi nodded his head in agreement, "yeah. How will we know? Also, we are getting late. Let's go, Hwa."

Ignoring their laugh when you hurried inside the elevator k, you waited for your floor to arrive.

rummaging through your closet, finally settling on a soft, flowy dress. As you stood in front of the mirror, you tried to keep your imagination in check. You have called Star earlier and she guided you how to get ready pretty and here all done with her telling you that he might be taking you on a date.

Where could he be taking me? A romantic dinner? A gallery? A stroll in the park? His surprises always left you guessing.

Once you were ready, Hongjoong drove through the bustling city streets, and you could feel the anticipation building. Every time you tried to sneak a peek at the route or ask another question, he'd just smirk and shake his head. The buildings blurred by as it moved deeper into the city center, past familiar landmarks and busy intersections, until you pulled up in front of one of the most luxurious shopping malls you've ever seen.

The towering glass facade of the mall shimmered in the evening light, reflecting the soft glow of the setting sun. Marble columns framed the grand entrance, and inside, you could see high-end boutiques, each one radiating wealth and exclusivity. Your eyes widened as you stepped out of the car, your gaze wandering over the elegant architecture and the sleek, polished displays of designer brands in the windows. The kind of stores you had only admired from afar but never dared to step inside.

"Wait," you said, laughing a little nervously as you turned to him. "Are we... shopping?"

Hongjoong's grin widened as he slipped his hand into yours, pulling you gently toward the entrance. "Something like that," he said, his tone teasing but full of affection. You followed him, still confused but intrigued. The cool air of the mall greeted you as the two walked in, the scent of expensive perfumes and polished leather filling the space. Everywhere you looked, there were glittering displays of luxury — from designer handbags and dresses to elegant jewelry sparkling under the lights.

You walked slowly, hand in hand, passing by brands you had only ever seen on billboards or in glossy magazines. Dior, Chanel, Louis Vuitton — names that spoke of an unattainable world, a world that felt foreign to me. You glanced at the price tags as you passed, your stomach flipping when you realized how wildly out of reach everything was. Even the simplest pieces were priced higher than anything you could imagine spending.

Eventually, he led you into a Chanel boutique, the interior sleek and minimal, designed to highlight the elegance of the products. You felt a mix of excitement and unease as you wandered through the store. Everything was beautiful, but the price tags — they were astronomical. You hesitated in front of a shelf, your fingers gently brushing the leather of a bag you've seen in fashion editorials, one you'd admired but never dreamed of owning. It was soft, buttery under your touch, and you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to carry something so luxurious.

But then reality hit, and you quickly placed it back on the shelf, laughing softly at yourself. "I don't think this is really my scene," you said, trying to hide the discomfort in your voice. "It's all a bit... much."

Hongjoong turned to you, his expression suddenly serious but gentle, his eyes full of that unwavering affection. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing yours as he softly spoke. "You don't have to worry about the price today," he said firmly, his voice both kind and insistent. "Whatever you like, it's yours. I'll take care of everything."

You blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. "What? No, no, that's too much," you stammered, feeling a flush creep up your neck. "I can't let you spend this kind of money on me. It's crazy—"

But before you could continue, he gently pressed a finger to your lips, his touch soft but stopping me mid-sentence. "Shh," he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours. "You deserve this. I brought you here because I want to spoil you. I want you to have whatever you want, no matter the price. Let me do this for you."

Your heart raced at his words. His gaze was so tender, so full of love and certainty, that for a moment, you didn't know how to respond. He wasn't just offering to buy you something; he was offering to make you feel like you're worth the luxury, worth the indulgence. And in that moment, the overwhelming kindness of it all nearly brought tears to my eyes.

You wanted to scream and jump in excitement but to keep your cool, you cleared throat before facing him.

"But... it's so much," you whispered, still trying to process the generosity behind his gesture.

Hongjoong smiled, that soft, knowing smile, and gently took your hands in his. "It's not about the money. It's about making you happy. I want to see you smile, to watch you light up when you find something you love. That's what matters to me."

There was a long pause as you let his words sink in. Your heart felt full, and you realized that this wasn't just about the things he wanted to buy you. It was about what they represented — the way he saw you, the way he wanted to make you feel cherished, even if you sometimes found it hard to accept.

Finally, you nodded, a shy smile breaking through. "Okay," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "If you're sure..."

"I'm more than sure," Hongjoong said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he grinned. He gave your hand a squeeze. "Now come on, let's find something you love."

With his encouragement, you allowed yourself to let go of the hesitation and enjoy the experience. moving from store to store, and with every step, you felt a little lighter, a little more comfortable.

In Dior, you tried on a stunning dress — sleek, elegant, with a classic cut that made you feel like you had stepped straight out of a Hollywood movie. As you stepped out of the dressing room, his eyes lit up, and you could see the admiration in his gaze.

Yes. He wanted to see you all smiley and shining in elegance and luxury like this. He always wanted you like this. The past should not haunt you anymore, he will do everything possible to make you experience that you deserve and haven't. 

"You look incredible," Hongjoong said, his voice soft but full of awe. You blushed under his intense gaze, feeling like the most beautiful woman in the world.

you picked out a few other pieces, each one making you feel a little more confident, a little more willing to embrace the luxury of the day. A pair of delicate heels that fit like a glove, a simple but exquisite gold necklace that caught the light just right, and a soft leather bag that you had been dreaming about for years. Each time you hesitated, glancing nervously at the price tag, he would smile and remind you that today was about more than money — it was about joy. 

and his love for you.

Hours later, you found ourselves at a cozy little café tucked into the corner of the mall, surrounded by shopping bags filled with beautiful things you never imagined you would own. The café was quiet, the gentle hum of conversations in the background blending with the clinking of cups and silverware. Outside, the sky had begun to turn a soft shade of pink and gold, the last light of the day filtering through the large windows and casting a warm glow across the table.

you took a sip of my iced latte, glancing over at him as he leaned back in his chair, watching you with that same, patient smile. you felt a mix of gratitude, disbelief, and something deeper, something more intense that had been building all day.

"You really didn't have to do all this," you said softly, my fingers tracing the rim of the cup as you looked down, overwhelmed by everything he'd done. "I don't even know how to thank you."

He leaned forward, reaching across the table to take your hand in his, his touch warm and grounding. "You don't need to thank me," he said, his voice gentle but full of emotion. "I did it because I wanted to. Because you mean the world to me. I just wanted to make you feel special — the way you make me feel every day."

and to say sorry.

His words hit you like a wave, and you felt your heart swell in your chest. There was a lump forming in your throat, the kind that comes when you're so overwhelmed with emotion that you can barely speak. you looked into his eyes, and in that moment, you knew. you knew that what you felt for him was something deeper than anything you had ever experienced.

"I... I love you, Joong" you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. They hung in the air, raw, real, and honest.

Hongjoong's heart stopped for a moment. you confessed to him. he wanted to hear this from you and he waited for so long and finally you said it. he can't express just how over the moon he is.

 For him, everything went quiet. The world around him seemed to fade, and all you could see was him, his eyes softening, his smile widening, like he had been waiting for those words. He stood up slowly, coming around to your side of the table. Kneeling beside you, he took your hand in both of his, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand as he looked up at you with that same, unwavering gaze.

"I love you too,y/n" he said, his voice steady, filled with so much warmth and certainty that it felt like your heart might burst. "I've loved you for a long time. And I'm so glad I finally get to tell you it this way."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but they weren't sad tears. They were the kind of tears that come when something beautiful happens, something that you've been waiting for without even realizing it. He leaned in, his lips brushing gently against your forehead, and then, as you closed your eyes, he kissed you softly on the lips.

In that kiss, you felt everything — the love, the gratitude, the sense of belonging that had always been there, just waiting to be spoken out loud. It was as if the entire world had been leading up to this moment, this quiet confession in the corner of a luxury mall café, surrounded by the fading light of the day and the glow of your happiness.

When you finally pulled away, he stayed close, resting his forehead against yours, his hands still holding yours tightly. "Thank you," you whispered, voice thick with emotion. "For everything. For making me feel like... like I'm enough."

no, y/n...thanks to you for staying with me...atleast as a friend for this long.

He smiled, brushing a tear from your cheek. "You've always been enough," he said softly. "You're more than enough."

And in that moment, surrounded by shopping bags, the soft murmur of the café, and the fading glow of the evening, you knew that this was more than just a surprise date. It was the beginning of something real, something deep and lasting — a love that was yours, and yours alone.

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when you thought, the days are getting better. you didn't thought that you would be enjoying a day with bright smile with Yeosang in the rooftop of the building.

It was a warm late summer evening, one of those nights where the sky melts into shades of lavender and peach, the city skyline bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. Yeosang had been acting strange all day—quiet, contemplative, but with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He told you he had something special planned, but no matter how much you probed, he wouldn't give you a clue. you could feel a knot of curiosity and anticipation twisting in your stomach as you climbed the stairs to the rooftop of his apartment building.

he had asked others not to give you any work for the day so that you could dress up all pretty in a skirt and a plain top under the surveillance of Star.

"Where are we going?" you asked for what felt like the hundredth time, your voice half-laughing, half-impatient.

"You'll see," he replied, his voice soft but filled with emotion. He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. you could feel the slight tremor in his grip, which only heightened your curiosity.

As you reached the top of the stairs, Yeosang stopped in front of the door to the rooftop, turning to face you with a small, nervous smile. He let out a breath and said, "Close your eyes." His voice was tender, yet there was an underlying tension, as if this moment meant everything.

you raised an eyebrow but complied, closing your eyes and trusting him to guide you. He led you carefully up the last few steps, his hands gentle but sure as he positioned you in place. your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of excitement and nerves. 

What was he up to?

"Okay," he whispered close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Open them."

When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a sight that stole your breath. The rooftop had been transformed into an intimate, magical world, like something out of a dream. Fairy lights were strung in a canopy overhead, casting a soft, golden glow over the entire space. Lanterns of all shapes and sizes lined the perimeter, flickering gently in the evening breeze. The ground was scattered with rose petals, and there were candles—hundreds of them—glimmering in every corner, their warm flames dancing in the twilight.

In the center of it all was a small table set for two, draped in a white linen tablecloth. A delicate bouquet of your favorite flowers, lilies and roses, sat in the middle, their fragrance gently carried by the breeze. On the table, perfectly arranged, were all your favorite dishes—an assortment of comfort foods that made your heart swell with affection. To one side, a vintage record player played one of your favorite songs softly in the background, the gentle melody weaving through the night air.

you stood there, stunned, unable to move or speak. your heart was pounding in your chest, overwhelmed by the sheer thoughtfulness and beauty of it all. The lights, the flowers, the music—it was perfect, almost too perfect to believe.

"You... you did all of this?" you finally managed to whisper, your voice shaky with emotion. I turned to face him, and the look in his eyes—so tender, so full of love—made your breath catch in your throat.

Yeosang nodded, his lips curving into a soft smile, but there was a flicker of nervousness behind it. "I did," he said, stepping closer to you. "I wanted to do something special for you. Something that shows you how much you mean to me."

you smiled to yourself. he is still guilty for what he said that day.

you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back, not wanting to cry just yet. you reached out, taking his hand, which felt warm and steady in yours. "It's beautiful," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the soft music. "I can't believe you did all this... for me."

He smiled, but you could sense something deeper, something unspoken behind his eyes. He pulled you toward the small table, guiding you to sit. As you lowered yourself into the chair, he sat across from you, his hands resting on the table, his fingers fidgeting slightly. It was as if he was building up to something, something important.

For a while, you both sat there, enjoying the food, talking softly, but you could feel the weight of something unsaid hanging in the air between you two. The evening was beautiful—perfect, even—but there was a tension that you couldn't quite place. Yeosang kept looking at you, his gaze lingering, like he was trying to work up the courage to say what was on his mind.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he let out a slow breath and reached across the table to take your hand. His grip was firm but gentle, his thumb brushing softly over your skin. "There's something I need to tell you," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes met yours, and you could see the raw emotion there—the vulnerability, the fear, the love.

your heart skipped a beat. "What is it?" you asked softly, searching his face.

Yeosang hesitated for a moment, his fingers tightening around yours as if he was afraid to let go. Then he spoke, his voice trembling slightly. "I've been thinking a lot about this... about everything I told you. And I realized that I need to apologize."

you blinked, confused. "Apologize? For what?"

"For the past," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "For all the times I hurt you. I didn't always handle things the way I should have. I let my fears get in the way, and I hurt you when I should have been honest with you and knew it was not your fault. I made mistakes—mistakes that I've been carrying with me, and I can't move forward without telling you how sorry I am."

His words hit you like a wave, and suddenly, the memories of your past—both the good and the blurred—came rushing back. There had been moments of pain, moments where you didn't know how to communicate, moments where you both felt lost. But standing here now, hearing him admit it, made all those moments feel distant, like they were being healed in real-time.

"I should have told you sooner," Yeosang continued, his voice breaking slightly. "I should have been better at showing you how much I care, instead of letting my own insecurities get in the way. I was scared of losing you, scared of not being good enough for you, and sometimes... I took it out on you. And for that, I'm so, so sorry."

Tears welled up in my eyes, but you didn't try to stop them this time. His words were so honest, so raw, and they struck a chord deep within you. you could see how much this apology meant to him, how hard it was for him to admit his mistakes. But at the same time, you could feel the weight lifting between you both, the unspoken pain of the past finally being released.

"You don't have to apologize," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "We must have made mistakes. But I've never stopped loving you. I will never stop. I promise."

you should hate me, y/n.

Yeosang let out a shaky breath, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with so much emotion that it made your heart ache. "I've loved you for so long, and I was too scared to admit it. But I can't keep it inside anymore. You're the most important person in my life, and I need you to know that. I love you, and I'm ready to do whatever it takes to show you that."

Tears spilled down your cheeks, and you let out a small, breathless laugh, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. you stood up from the table, and he did the same, meeting you halfway as you threw your arms around him. He held you tightly, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go.

"I love you too," I whispered into his chest, your voice trembling with emotion. "I've always loved you."

Yeosang pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands cupping your face as he brushed away your tears with his thumbs. "You don't know how much that means to me," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I promise, I'll spend every day showing you how much I love you, how much you mean to me. I never want to hurt you again."

you smiled through your tears, your heart swelling with love for him. "You already have," you whispered.

Yeosang leaned in slowly, his forehead resting against yours as your breaths mingled in the cool evening air. And then, with the soft glow of the fairy lights around you both and the music playing quietly in the background, he kissed you—gently, tenderly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

In that moment, all the pain of the past melted away. All that mattered was him and you—here, now, in this perfect, intimate space he had created. It felt like a new beginning, a fresh start filled with love and hope.

As you stood there on the rooftop, wrapped in each other's arms, surrounded by the soft glow of the candles and the twinkling lights, you knew that this was the love you had both been waiting for—the kind of love that was real, deep, and unshakable.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt truly at peace.

which is soon to be shattered in pieces....

NEXT

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[granolawriting]

Could I request a platonic piece with Anakin and a teenage Padawan reader who’s having nightmares she thinks are visions? If this isn’t your style that’s ok ^^ If you do write it, plz tag my sideblog, eternalwanderlustvagabond

Oh sweetheart, this is totally my thing! I just don't see all too many people wanting it, is all. I will gladly write any kind of fic, and this one was a sweet deviation from the norm. thank you for the request <3

·˚ ༘ fears of a padawan; Anakin comfort text ·˚ ༘

word count: 1.2k!

request for @eternalwanderlustvagabond :)

Screams. That's the thing that you remember most. Alongside the clashing of blades and the thuds of bodies dropping, that's all that stays in your mind as you wake up covered in your own sweat. Heavy breaths, petrified over what you’ve just seen. 

For weeks now it seems, every so often you’ll have a dream, perhaps, of what seems to be all of your friends, family in a sense, in a battle they can't win. It haunts you. You don't even want to sleep properly anymore, anything to get away from the prospect of those visions returning. 

Visions. They have to be. Despite being only a padawan, you found yourself to be quite the well-versed one. People had a lot of faith in you, they roped you into the same category they often did Anakin-- which undoubtedly made him one of your closest confidants. Both having been picked by the council to train past the average due date, and both displayed grand abilities with the force. But he just seemed to have such a better time handing such a blessing and a curse. You were in awe of him. 

These dreams, premonitions, began to affect even the way you trained. Staying up until late into the night, and limiting your sleep to short increments that don't lull you into enough comfort to dream, doesn't do too well with days that require mental strain and physical fitness. You began falling behind in a way, and people noticed. You were stuck at a crossroads of sorts; did you relieve yourself of having to handle these visions you had, or did you rest yourself well enough to perform at the level everyone expects you to? 

Then, it’d hit you. You'd never properly talked to anyone about this, you never told anyone how you felt, keeping it locked away deep inside of you you’d rather carry your sorrow by yourself and bear the consequences of silence than speak up about it. A part of you felt as though it wasn't important enough to justify a council meeting, that your pain didn't warrant any help, and you didn't want to be a burden to anyone else in a way. Who could you even talk to about this? Surrounded by younglings who wouldn't understand, or padawans focused on their own training, and heaven forbid you spoke to the higher-ups on this matter-- when they have actual pressing matters to attend to. Some worse than your dreams. You decide to stay to yourself once more. 

The soft clacking of blunt heels echoes in an otherwise empty hall-- another unsuccessful training session under your belt, apparently. You felt dejected, and those around you grew curious about your behavior. Another night you would spend awake in your room, tossing and turning over the fears that you couldn't tell anyone about. Or, so you thought. 

A second sound of feet growing rushed in the hallway you both shared, an unfamiliar tune of what seemed to be an even unfamiliar stride draws ever close to you until you look behind you to see who could greet you at a time like this. 

“Hey, do you think we could talk for a minute?” 

It was Anakin. You had almost forgotten about him as you were so wrapped in yourself, but this question makes your heart drop. Is he here to talk about your low performance? Did your master send him? Did something really happen and you never said anything? 

“Oh, of course, what's the issue?” 

You respond in the most casual tone you can muster, just barely coated over the fear and worry lacing every syllable you speak. 

“Is, everything okay with you? I mean this genuinely. I've seen the way you’ve been training recently-- it's not like yourself. And I know you like I know myself. You are strong, and something really must be getting to you right now, I can almost see it in your eyes.” 

You stand there silenced for a moment. 

“Oh- but, please, correct me if I'm wrong. I don't mean to assume I just wanted to check on you. I care for you.” 

You feel a tear well in your eye at the sound of that. He was your friend. And as you stood there, a mouth slightly open as you tried to get the words out you felt that realization wash over you. Maybe he could do something about it, maybe he would understand what you were talking about-- maybe, he's experienced them too. 

“Anakin, I've been having visions. Visions of our masters, our friends, they were-” 

Getting choked up on your words for a moment you pause to compose yourself. Anakin looks at you with eyes full of attentiveness, not a smidge of judgment is found within his eyes focused on you, a mouth closed to allow himself to listen and even more let you compose yourself without interruption. 

“They were, in a battle that can't be won. I watched them get hurt, and fail. There was nothing I could do, it was like I was an outsider to my own future. And, I can't sleep over it. I can barely eat anakin. To be honest I'm a mess. And I just don't know what to do, I don't want my family to die.” 

A frown forms upon Anakin's face, but it's a sentimental one. Empathetic, even as he opens his arms for a hug and you with tear-ridden eyes follow his embrace. His arms folded around your back he soothes your sniffles into his robe with a thumb tracing your back, and a soothing reply;

“Oh- oh, it's okay. I know what you’re talking about, truly. It's okay to be afraid of those. You love us, and we all love you just the same. There's no reason to feel bad to be so scared of things like that, it's more than natural. But listen to me okay?” 

He raises his hands to your shoulders, as means to look directly into your eyes before what he says next; 

“You don't have to worry, okay? You and I are alike in so many ways, and I can promise you, they’re not visions. No matter how vivid they may be, the force can't do that to us. You can't see into the future, not even master yoda can, okay? So don't feel like you have to bear that kind of burden. You’re just afraid, and that's okay. I am too. Every day I walk these halls I worry I won't be good enough. And sometimes, that seeps into my dreams as well. And I feel hopeless, just as you are. But you can't let that overtake you. The only way to overcome these dreams is to overcome the feeling of not being good enough to help those you love the way they help you. And the first way to start is knowing that you help me, just as I help you too. We’re in this together okay? And we always will be.” 

His eyes are stern, but they’re coated with care. Said with a small smile on his face to comfort you, he brought you into an embrace once more. 

“You’re a wonderful person, okay? And I will always be here for you. Always."

Is said close to your ear, a comforting voice and body overwhelms you and he holds you once more, and as you allow the tears to subside the words he said to you truly resonate with you. You are more than your fears, and your insecurities. And he's reminded you of that. Those who are strong, first have to convince themselves that they are strong. And just like Anakin, you wish to be strong. And with him by your side, you’re sure you can do just that. 

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For the boys! 28, 29, 30 for the ask game! 💙💖☺️

28. Does your mc have a favourite childhood toy? If so, what was it? Do they still have it with them?

I think both 🌙 Elland and 🧨 Cyrus had some sort of a Phoenix toy growing up, since the bird is on their family crest and they loved listening to stories about Firebirds as kids. Elland probably ended up giving his toy to Cyrus, who absolutely still keeps it somewhere in his room. Not at Hogwarts, but back home. At Hogwarts Cyrus tries to either transfigure things into Phoenixes / find the real bird / create an automaton of one (transfigure little metal pieces like cogs and such and make it come to life with magic — idea taken from his artificer class in DnD). Elland was a brave boy giving up his toys: he's an older brother and he has to lead by example!

☀️ William grew up a spoiled baby with a loooot of toys. Mostly plushies of animals and magical beasts. I want to give him some something cliché, like a bear, or perhaps a puffskein toy — the biggest fluffiest toy he has! He would turn his toys into a court of plushies, having tea ceremonies, talking gossip, unloading his grand nobleman plans onto them. Don't tempt me to turn his first display of magic into 5-year-old Will, making all his toys come to life ("About time you rose up, my warriors!") and march down to the main living room to parade them in front of his parents. Will doesn't have a canon "first magic" moment, and now my brain is hitting me with this. You are welcome. And yes, he still has all his toys at home!

🌸 Lilith — I really want her to have some traditional-style carving, maybe a bear figurine. She has it with her at Hogwarts, too: age doesn't matter. It's her spirit, and she honours it appropriately. It was a big help in Durmstrang, emotionally, helped her toughen up.

Before her parents became successful merchants, they were rather poor and lived in a village. Of course, she had some simple toys, like dolls made out of hay and dry grass, adorned with some pretty red ribbons Lilith's mother managed to exchange for come good they grew. But when her magic manifested, the villagers started fearing her. Even before then, she's been the kid coming up with crazy stories but it was not taken seriously until that moment. It got to the point that her parents seriously thought of moving, and at the time it was the worst thing possible cause they'd have to rebuild from scratch.

The villagers' memories were obliviated when the local magic enforcement finally located Lilith, and she got accepted to Koldovstoretz. Her parents took to selling things seriously since they didn't have money to afford education for Lilith, so the first couple of years were tough. But with her being at school for most of the year, they were able to travel, and eventually made some good money, took opportunities they otherwise couldn't have.

She was gifted a small carved figurine of a bear sometime between the villagers starting to push Lilith and her family away and Lilith leaving for school. It came from an old hag living on the outskirts of the forest: she was ostracized for magical reasons as well, and although she didn't have the kind of magic we are used to in HLHP, she had some older magic, letting her brew potions from most regular ingredients, influencing weather to some degree, communicating with animals, and so on. Lilith didn't have much contact with her since she was warned to never come near, but nobody can tell Lilith what to do, right? The bear gift was meant to protect her and guide her, and it did, imbued with some forgotten folk magic.

Lilith unknowingly put a lot of herself into the bear, magically and otherwise. The fact that she seems to be stronger than she should be now, at Hogwarts, it's not a coincidence. The figurine affected Lilith most when she spent a year in Durmstrang, enhancing her wish to become stronger after all the bullying at school. This bond shall only grow. Lilith has the most potential to be an MC, and yes, she'd take the power in the repository for herself. Sorry, cute question about childhood toys *wheeeze* 🤣

29. What kind of music would your MC like? Is there a reason?

🌙 Elland is used to instrumental music because he's been taught to play a few instruments since he was a kid. He never gave the piano a go, but some of his favourite compositions are by Frederic Chopin, followed closely by Franz Liszt and Claude Debussy. In addition, in modern AU he leans towards indie and rock, and he does homework while listening to chill-hop, lo-fi, dark ambience and such.

☀️ William appreciates some really complicated pieces of music. He wanted to play the piano when he was a kid but his hands don't have the range, they are rather small, so he ended up giving it up in favour of art. But he still loves classical music. The amount of times he and his parents snuck into the muggle world for some life performances! He's a frequent opera-ballet-goer in both HL and modern time, and loves musicals in modern AU. He'd be into 1950s-90s music of all kinds. Doesn't like anything harsh sounding, like metal. He likes fun pieces, too, since he enjoys dancing, and those don't have to be ballroom classics: he can very well dance to some folk music at Three Broomsticks and have a blast.

🧨 Cyrus and 🌸 Lilith are all in on the fun stuff, music in pubs, street performers, smaller and amateur artists — they love the honesty and uniqueness. The faster the rhythm, the better! Give them drums and loud unhinged fiddling!

30. Tell us something you love about your MCs!

Answered here. In short, I love the way they overcome hardships. For Elland — overstepping his morals and living with his choice, for Will — pushing past his fear.

For Lilith and Cyrus — they are unapologetically themselves, with all their flaws: they turn those into their strengths. I can say the same about Will as well.

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Something about how you write Erik gives morticia addams/sensual deadly & mysterious which always means in my mind that person needs a foolish adoring/doting husband and im not sure if that's on purpose but I love it! 💞

I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR WHAT YOU STARTED (lovingly)

okay listen

I got this notification when I woke up for work, right? And I was like huh that's an interesting thought

this shit percolated in my brain for 75 minutes

let's talk about this.

To me, Gomez Addams and Morticia Addams has always been one of my favorite romantic tropes for a lot of reasons, but the more I thought about it, a lot of it stems from the way that they are different, and love each other differently, but the truth and reliability and strength of that love is never in question.

Gomez Addams, to me, is so very human. He's passionate and he loves things with all of himself. He loves life, he loves everything, no matter how difficult it is or makes his life. I can't canonically think of a single point where Gomez Addams feels anything worse than like, benevolent indifference, right? He's so in love with life, and experiencing it, to the extreme.

And how he loves Morticia is loudly and adoringly, which is simply a testament to how he loves.

What makes him strange and weird is that he is unapologetic in how much he loves and expresses that love. He has no shame because that would imply that what he does and who he is is shameful, and that is simply not the Addams way.

Morticia Addams loves very differently. Her love is no less strong, or fierce, but she herself is just simply built different. Gomez Addams is so very expressive and overt and obvious in how he loves. Morticia Addams is not. The affectation she has is cold, and calm, and supernatural. Against Gomez, it might be easy to think that she loves him less because she is not outwardly expressive the way he is, but it's just that she loves him differently. She loves her family differently. She loves them with calm, and grace, and when necessary, with blood.

Gomez Addams, to me, is so very human. Morticia Addams is not. She is a monster, a predator, calm and cool and collected always and fiercely defensive of her family.

Now let's look at Starkmonger with this understanding.

Tony Stark is so very human. He is loudly expressive, sometimes to a fault, sometimes to aggravate people. He grew up in a cut-throat world of business and science and technology, with a father who saw him in the shadow of a (then) dead man and found him wanting, who was so focused on the future that he didn't care about raising it, raising him, right. He learned to put on one mask, and then another, and then another. So Tony is good at acting. He's good at projecting protector, and predator, and cut-throat businessman, but under all of those layers of defense he loves in such a passionately human way.

Tony Stark is Gomez Addams that way. He gives so much of himself, all of himself if he's asked, and while it would be nice to get that back, he doesn't expect it. He loves, and he has learned not to expect it back, but that hasn't stopped him from loving people, even when it hurts him (possibly especially when it hurts him).

Tony Stark is human.

Erik Killmonger is not.

Erik Killmonger is a predator. Even in this AU where he is raised somewhere that loves him, he still carries that cool strength, that confidence, of a predator. He's not a monster here, not in the ways that we think of monsters as antagonists, but he is a killer, and he does not regret or question that. It's simple necessity, man. He does what he has to to survive, and to ensure the people he loves also survives.

But he does love. And he loves in a cool, calm, confident way, the way he does everything. He doesn't do grand gestures. He doesn't do overt displays of affection (unless it's to send a message, that this is his). But he does the things that his people need him to do.

In Tony's case, that's being there, and giving exactly what he needs when he needs it: comfort, strength, logic. He's not loving in the way that Tony is, in that "give them everything whether they ask or not" way that Tony does. But he will give what Tony needs. And like Morticia, he is not opposed to defending his family or his husband with bloodshed.

Tony and Erik are Gomez and Morticia in some very key and important ways, and I didn't think about this at all until you sent me this ask, and now I'm fuckin' obsessed about it.

[imobessesedfrfr]

~Chaos of the Navigator~

A/N: Did you guys know that I have an ungodly obsession with Law, but I have an excuse though. I have a thing for Jotaro, AND LAW AND JOTARO HAVE THE SAME ENGLISH DUB VOICE ACTOR. Please don't blame me.

Also, I didn't realize that bepo was Law navigator and now I want to cry.

btw guys I take request so feel free to send me some.

Fun Fact: So, I was doing my Duolingo lesson, and I realized that Sanji name.....means three o'clock. I AM NOT KIDDING LOOK IT UP

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Scenario I

This type of situation was rare to happen. The closest they got to this type of situation is having there continuous one-night stands but for some reason. Something about the straw hats awoke something within Law, perhaps he felt like he needed to show his affection more. Maybe he just felt a twinge of jealousy in his chest when the chef of the straw hats tried to make woo the navigator of the heart pirates. Of course, he knew that the navigator would never fall for this. Despite the kind nature of his Navigator, he knew that she was cunning and smart. Yet, it still bothered him, because she never told him out right no!

So that is how the two arrived in the situation, a very annoyed captain along with a very confused navigator. The women smiled weakly, "Captain? May I ask...why you are doing this?" Law didn't answer her, the man remained silent as he laid on her lap. People might be confused, wondering why this 26-year-old man is putting his creditability on the line. The fact that most people don't know is that Law is in fact quite light, so it wasn't bothersome. It was strange on why he was doing this.

So, this sudden attempt of affection was strange. "I always assumed that we were just a fling, signs of affections were not something we would do..." he opened his eyes, looking up at the familiar face. "I'll try to show it more often, Navigator-ya" he said, closing his eyes once more to get some rest. The women smiled at him, the same smile that she wore on her face for years.

"Law..." The man was surprised to hear her say his name. Despite their relationship, they still had some type of professional relationship. The reason why she still called him captain, yet when she called him, Law. He knew that she wasn't talking to her captain, she was talking to Trafalgar Law. Two adults talking to each other, not a captain and his subordinate.

The women moved his hair out of his face. Seeing the familiar grey eyes, she loved seeing. The same at peace look she always displayed on her face. "You don't have to, if you don't want to" she caressed his cheek, a loving embrace he hasn't truly felt in so many years. "I know that you have trouble with it, Law."

Law felt bad for the navigator, he felt like everything about their relationship was wrong. What if they had a really big fight, it could tear the crew apart. He knew better than that, the navigator was grown enough to solve the issue so the crew doesn't suffer. Law lips curled into a frown, he knew deep down,

That he didn't deserve her.

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Scenario II

It was dark, the sky glimmered above her. All of her precious constellations glimmering right about her. It almost seemed like they were dancing above her, the image of a grand ballroom came to mind. Everyone she thought off dressed in beautiful dresses and suits, having a fun time. Causing chaos among each other, smiling. It was beautiful, something that she loved as well as envied.

The navigator drank out of a jug of sake. A faint blush came over her face, everyone passed out from the celebration of their triumph in Dressrosa. Including her captain, the navigator just enjoyed the stars. For now, just being able to sit here and enjoy the stars is enough for her.

Footsteps were heard from behind her. The navigator looked behind her, the infamous Nico Robin was behind her. "Hello Ms. Navigator" Robin smiled at her; the navigator turned her body towards Robin. "Hello Robin" the two met each other's eyes. "Enjoying the peace and quiet while it lasts, am I right?" Robin nodded, "Are you enjoying the view Ms. Navigator?" she nodded, "The stars are quite lovely, they watch as the world changes right below them." the two enjoy the silence, "I'm curious about something, Ms. Navigator" turning her body towards Robin, showing her interest in her question. "What is your relationship with Traffy?" the navigator spit out her drink.

"uhhhh"

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Scenario III

The navigator of the heart pirates sat on the bed waiting for the 'Surgeon of death' to exam her back. The women sat there waiting for him to say something. The two sat there for what seemed like hours. "Captain...is something wrong?" she asked in anxious tone. Law sat there for another minute or so, "I can never get used to your tattoo on your back" he said, bluntly.

The women felt a vein pop up in her forehead. ".... You're the one who helped me ink it on my back!" she stated. Law stayed quiet as he looked at her back, "I just wanted to have a cool tattoo" she smirked "If I had the choice...I would rather have it on my che-" the doctor hit her on the head with his sword. "Don't even go there!" she rubbed her head "Ouchie!" she pouted as she slipped the shirt back on. "You didn't need to hit me with your sword!" Law glared at the women, grabbing her by the shirt. "I know, where you going to go with that!" the navigator of the heart pirates turned away trying, sweat beading down her face. "Captain, I think you have a dirty mind. I would never imagine have such a relationship with my captain." the man gripped her shirt even harder, a pissed off look on his face "If the crew ever found out about our relationship-"

The navigator cut him off "Yeah, yeah, it would turn the crew upside down" she sighed "Don't worry, I can keep a secret, Captain" he gripped tigher on to her shirt. An even more pissed off expression on his face "I'm not worried about you not being able to keep a secret. I'm worried about you not being discreet! You're just like straw hat sometimes!" the navigator acted offended "Captain, how dare you think-"

Their conversation was cut short, "Hello!" a voice could be heard from behind the door. "Is everything alright behind there?" The navigator laughed, "Yes, sorry! We are finishing up in here!" Law sighed as he turned away from her.

"Oh, come on, Captain! We would have to come out eventually."

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