#so if people have any advice please let us all know what we should expect!

[starkid-innit]

People who have been to the meet and greets before, how do you give them gifts? Is it just a walk in and pass it to them situation? How did it happen?

Good question! I’ve not done a m&g before so if anyone has some insight that would be really helpful!

I’d probably preface the gifts with a quick ‘Hi it’s so great to meet you I’m such a big fan thank you for all your work! By the way, I’ve brought you some presents…’

But I’d imagine it needs to be fairly snappy as they have a lot of people to see

[jennaispunk]

It's Only Make Believe

Summary: What began as a publicity stunt turns into much more than you expected.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!actress!reader

Rating: T

Word Count: ~7k

Tags and Warnings: fluff, allusions to smut, kissing, drug use, Dieter is a goofball but so sweet, anxiety, allusions to body shaming/bullying (reader receiving, not from Dieter), fake dating, unspoken feelings, longing, reader has a nickname but no physical description of reader is mentioned. If I forgot anything, please let me know.

A/N: This is for Kate's @burntheedges Roll-A-Trope Challenge (I got fake dating as my trope). I'm sorry this is so late. Moodboard by @notjustjavierpena (Thank you Siggy!! The moodboard is gorgeous and fits the vibe perfectly 💜) Dividers by @saradika-graphics. Thank you @clawdee for beta reading. A special shout to my discord peeps who sprinted with me and offered their encouragement and advice. There are too many of you to list individually, but I think you know who you are. This is my first go at Dieter, so I hope I made the Dieter girlies (gn) proud.

 This dress costs more than my first car...

You stare at yourself in the full-length mirror. The floor-length blue gown sparkles, even in the inadequate lighting of your tiny apartment. It hugs all your curves perfectly and even you’re impressed with how sexy you look. 

This is your first award show since coming to Hollywood, and your first public appearance with Dieter. You swallow hard as your hands smooth your dress. He’s going to be here any minute, and you’re so nervous you could vomit. This isn’t like all the other times, far away setups where people can only guess what the looks between you mean, can only guess what you’re saying to one another. This is the real deal; you have to sell this.

A knock on your door snaps you from your thoughts and he enters the room. Your breath is almost stolen from your lungs as you gaze at him. This is a far cry from the baggy t-shirts and lounge pants you’re used to seeing him in; he cleans up nicely. Sure, he’s still got the same messy mop of hair and scruffy beard, but he looks good. He’s actually wearing real pants…and a jacket, and you stifle a giggle. Somehow you knew that he would refuse to wear a tie and the top two buttons of his crisp, white dress shirt were left undone, giving a peak of his smooth chest. Even the gold hoop in this left ear stood out to you tonight.

“Whoa,” he muttered under his breath.

He knew he was staring, but he couldn’t look away.  You looked stunning in that shade of blue. His eyes locked onto the smooth skin of your thigh playing peek-a-boo with him through the slit in your dress and he swallows hard.

“Cat got your tongue, Bravo?” you tease. “I’ve never known you to be at a loss for words.”

“Huh?”

His hand shoots up to his earring and he tugs it. A sheepish smile creeps across his plump lips.

“Oh, uh, you look nice,” he stammers.

Real smooth, he thinks as he drinks in your beauty. You look more than nice but he couldn’t get the words out. He’s never been so tongue-tied in front of a woman before. He’s charmed the panties off supermodels, for fuck’s sake. Jesus Christ, how can this woman turn him into such a blubbering idiot?

Your brow furrows for the briefest moment before smiling weakly. That wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for, but you quickly swallow your disappointment. It was foolish of you to expect any other response.

“We should get going. I don’t want to be late.”

The limo slows to a stop. You can barely make out the lights and sounds through the tinted glass window, but the buzz is undeniable. Nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to experience as the limo door opened and Dieter helped you step out and onto the red carpet. 

Flashing cameras and lights surrounded you. Voices yelling, calling for Dieter's attention, trying to catch the perfect photo or get a quick interview. Security guards hold back fans desperate for attention from their favorite stars and people hurrying back and forth across the carpet trying to keep things moving. 

Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes squint, almost blinded by the never-ending flashes of light. You don’t know if you can do this. Broadway premiers were way more low-key.  How can you subject yourself to the scrutiny knowing that one misstep or odd look on your face could be dissected and discussed like you’re not even a real person?

Dieter glances your way and his heart drops a little. You’re smiling, looking like a goddess under the lights, but your back is almost too straight, and your hands lay glued to the sides of your thighs. Someone who didn’t know you wouldn’t think twice about it, but he knew you were struggling. The tension was radiating off you in waves. He knew that feeling all too well and immediately grabbed your hand, gently tugging you closer. 

Your eyes snap to meet his as he laces his fingers with yours. He gives your hand a quick but firm squeeze and that silly, lopsided grin is on his face. Your muscles slowly begin to relax, and the world starts to slow down. That stupid little smile was exactly what you needed, grounding you in a way you never expected. 

He moves even closer to you, the tip of his nose barely brushing the shell of your ear. Instinctively, your body angles toward him as his warm breath ghosts your cheek. 

“Relax, cupcake,” he whispers in your ear. “You’re going to be fine. Just think of something that makes you happy.”

Your soft gasp was swallowed by the din. Dieter was giving you advice, giving you good advice. Maybe you had underestimated him. 

All you could think about was this moment right here, the way the two of you were pressed together like two lovers sharing an intimate secret, and you smile. It’s only make-believe, you remind yourself. Just another performance, another role to play; but it’s starting to feel all too real. 

You knock on his door with your heart pounding. It feels a little hard to breathe. No one had prepared you for this. Your weight shifts from foot to foot as you wait for him to answer.

“Come on, come on, come on.”

Maybe he isn’t even here. It’s not like you even gave him a heads-up that you were coming. What if he has someone here? You suddenly feel sick to your stomach at the thought. If he opens the door with a naked girl behind him, you’ll die of embarrassment right on the spot.

You take a step back, turning to go when the door flies open, and Dieter is staring back at you with his shirt splotched with paint. You breathe a little easier when you realize he’s fully clothed and it appears that he’s alone.

“What’s up?”

He can’t hide the look of surprise on his face at seeing you at his door. You’re the last person he expected to show up unannounced, but he can’t deny he’s happy to see you.

“Sorry to bother you,” you answer softly. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

His face falls as he realizes something’s up with you. You’re normally pretty stoic, careful to not let your emotions show. He can feel the tension rolling off you in waves.

“It’s fine, cupcake,” he responds with a little smirk. “Come in.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname as he steps aside to let you enter. You’re not sure exactly when that nickname became something that didn’t annoy you, but you’ve come to like it. The last three weeks have shown you a different side of Dieter, one that you like and want to see more often.

Your eyes immediately scan his apartment. It’s not what you thought it would be at all. You expected chaos and mess but it’s tidy and very well decorated. The art on the walls is a little abstract for your taste but it matches Dieter’s vibe. You can’t help but wonder if he had decorated the apartment himself or just chosen the art.

“Do you want to tell me what brought you here or should I guess?”

He’s smirking at you, and you're torn between smacking him and kissing him. Why does he have to be so adorable when he does that? You take a deep breath and wipe your sweaty palms on your jeans.

You feel so silly now that you’re here. What are you supposed to say? You’re here because your feelings got hurt?

You silently pull out your phone and hand it to him. You have the webpage already open, and you watch him as he reads.

He reads it over without saying a word. He’s been here before and he knows just how cruel people can be. His heart hurts for you and he hands you back your phone.

“Ouch.”

He says nothing more and you just stare at him. Your blood starts to boil at his lack of words.

“That’s all you have to say?” you ask, your voice rising in pitch. “Did you even read what they said about me?”

Those were some of the most vile, hateful words you’d ever read. All from people who’d never met you, who knew next to nothing about you. You had never experienced vitriol like this before.

“I read it.”

He sighed and dragged his hand through his messy hair. He had to think of a way to talk you down without making you more upset.

“You know you’ve made it to the big time when people talk about you like that.”

Your teeth clench so hard your jaw aches. What are you supposed to do?  You can’t just ignore it. You want to clap back at all these people. Who the hell do they think they are, talking about you like that? Don’t they realize you have feelings too?

He can see you spiraling. You’re heading down a dangerous path, and he knows firsthand how destructive it can be.

“Hey.”

He gently grabs you by the shoulders forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t feed into that shit, okay? That’s what they do. They want you to get so worked up that you pull some Britney Spears type stunt and then they’ll talk about you even more. You’re better than that.”

You sigh softly as you look at him. You know he’s right, but you can’t help how much it’s hurting your feelings.

“How do you ignore it?” You ask quietly. “How do you block all these idiots?”

He gives you his trademark crooked smirk, the one that simultaneously makes you weak in the knees and slightly annoyed.

“That’s easy.”

He wiggles his brows and holds up a small bag of what looks like gummy bears and gives the bag a little shake. Those gummy bears are not the kind you buy at 7-11 and you can’t help but playfully scoff.

“Wanna try?”

You bite your lip as you think about it. You were never into substances, even during your brief rebellious stage as a teenager. One bad experience made you shy away from them and stick to alcohol instead. You don’t even know what’s in that little gummy bear, and the last thing you need is to not be in control of yourself.

“It’s nothing too crazy,” he says, answering your unspoken question. “I’m done with the hard stuff, you know that. These are an indica strain, for relaxation and anxiety.”

He holds the bag out to you, and you swallow hard. He had told you about rehab and how hard he worked to give up coke and the harder drugs.

“Trust me?”

His voice is so soft, matching the look in his eyes. If there’s one thing you know about Dieter, it’s that he doesn’t lie, at least not to you anyway. He’s honest, almost to a fault.

You slowly reach in and take a red gummy bear from the bag. He takes it from you and cuts it in half and hands it to you. Your eyes meet his as you hold it in between your thumb and index finger. What the hell, you think to yourself. Maybe this would be good for you, he’s always telling you that you need to loosen up. A soft exhale leaves your lips.

“Yeah, I trust you.”

His signature crooked smile adorns his face once again. There’s almost a sense of pride behind that smile. He’s not used to being trusted.

He takes his half of the gummy and pops it into his mouth.

“You’ll like it, I promise.”

You giggle softly as he chomps on the bear and talks at the same time. His childlike qualities can sometimes be aggravating, but cute.

He watches you as you eat your gummy. It tastes just like a regular gummy bear, and you can’t help but wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“There’s one other thing I do to block out all the noise. Come on, I’ll show you.”

He grabs your hands and leads you further into his apartment. Your stomach flutters as you stop at a closed door at the end of the hall. You have no idea what awaits you and you can only imagine what you're about to see.

He opens the door to reveal an art studio. Paints and canvases are strewn about the room, some with no more than a few haphazard strokes on them. Your jaw hits the floor. This is not what you expected at all. He had talked about his art before, but you had no idea he was this serious about it or this talented.

You step into the room and marvel at the display before you. His work is beautiful, a bit abstract, but stunning, nonetheless. This is the type of art you’d see staged at a gallery and you wonder why he’s never showcased his work.

He quickly moves to throw a sheet over a canvas, hiding it from your view. He almost stumbles in his haste to keep you from seeing what he’s painted.

You’re sure you catch a glimpse of a woman, but you can’t be sure. You open your mouth to ask him why he covered the painting then quickly close it. There’s a reason that he doesn’t want you to see it. It would be rude to ask why.

His sigh is audible when he realizes you aren’t going to ask any questions. He didn’t want you to know that he was painting you, not yet anyway. His heart thudded in his chest, he wasn’t ready for you to know how much you’ve consumed his thoughts, how much you help to quiet his mind.

Your eyes are drawn to another piece, and you move closer to get a better look. You can see what you think is a woman’s face with her mouth open, but the entire piece is blurred, shading and lines obscure the image. Sadness washes over you as you study the canvas. You identify with that woman, although you can’t explain why.

He wipes his palms down his pants as you take it all in. This is his safe space, his private sanctuary where he can be himself and not what everyone else wants or expects him to be. This place wasn’t shared with just anyone. He could count the number of people that have been in this room on one hand and still have fingers left over.   

“Do you like it?”

You jump a foot as his soft voice hits your ears. You were so engrossed in the painting that you never heard him come up behind you.

“Dee, this is…beautiful.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper. You don’t even know why you’re whispering; it just feels like the right thing to do.

You look over your shoulder and Dieter is smiling like you’ve never seen him smile before.

“Eh, it’s alright. Not my best work.”

You can feel his pride beaming off him but he’s trying to play it off as it’s no big deal.

“You want to watch the master at work?” he teased.

You roll your eyes and scoff. You want to watch him paint. Maybe it would help you understand him better. Maybe it would help you understand yourself, why you’re so inexplicably drawn to him, and find yourself more attracted to him with every moment you spend together.

He didn’t let anyone watch him paint. It was too personal, too intimate to allow anyone into that sanctuary. But he didn’t mind you watching him. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He hoped that this was the way to get you to let your guard down.

He winks at you, then turns to his canvas. He carefully studies it for a moment, and you can almost see the wheels turning in his head. His brow furrows and his lips purse ever so slightly. This is a side of him you’ve never seen before; the carefree, chaotic mess is gone. Before you stands a man who is calm, thoughtful and relaxed.

You watch in awe as the first brush stroke hits the canvas. His movements are purposeful, he knows exactly what he’s doing. The colors swirl and blend together, oranges and reds evoking heat. That’s when you realize the edible has taken effect. Warmth slowly spreads through your body, radiating out like lazy, creeping vines down your arms and legs into your fingers and toes. It’s peaceful, like curling up in your favorite blanket on a chilly night. You’re drawn into this beautiful world as you feel the tension and worry leaving your body, keenly aware of how his paintbrush caresses the canvas. It stirs something within you. Would he touch you with that kind of reverence? Would his fingers glide that easily across your skin?

“Everything alright, cupcake?”

His voice cuts through your daydream and your eyes snap to meet his.

“Hmm?”

Your cheeks start to burn as he stares at you, the paintbrush still in his hand. All you can think about is how you shouldn’t be having these thoughts right now.

“Where’d you go?”

His lips curl into a lopsided smirk. You’re embarrassed and he knows it. He chuckles softly and wonders what he would find if he got into that pretty little head of yours. Are you thinking the same thing he is? Are you thinking about what it would be like if your body was his canvas?

You laugh a little too loudly and tuck your hair behind your ear. Get it together.

“Nowhere…” you say softly. “Just admiring your work. You’re really talented, Dee.”

He scoffs at you and waves his hand at you. His cheeks lightly flush and he looks away. His heart flutters in his chest at your praise. Most people don’t understand his work or just dismiss it altogether. It feels good to have someone show genuine interest.

“Anyone can do it.”  

“No, they can’t.” you protest, “This takes talent.”

You can’t believe that he’s brushing off your compliment like this. Doesn’t he realize how brilliant he is?

His eyes light up. “I’ll prove it to you.”

He quickly runs out of the room leaving you speechless and confused. He returns with an old t-shirt covered in paint splatters. He holds it out to you, and can only assume that it’s his, and your cheeks flush at the thought of wearing his clothes.

You take it from him and in an uncharacteristic fit of boldness, you pull your t-shirt over your head and put on the one he gave you. It’s big, nearly hanging down to your knees, hiding the curves he just got a peek at.

He almost choked as you changed your shirt. It was unexpected, and he shifted uncomfortably, feeling his cock harden in his pants. What he wouldn’t give to get a closer look at you that way again.

He clears his throat, trying to clear the dirty thoughts in his head. He didn’t want to mess this up, not when he’d finally gotten you comfortable enough to come to his apartment without prompting. Now was the time to play it cool, unfortunately playing it cool wasn’t something he was good at when it came to you.

“So, uh…wanna give it a shot?” He raises a brow at you, offering a challenge.

You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue. He sounded so hopeful, almost childlike. It made you wonder how many people had ever been given the privilege of seeing him like this, relaxed and happy. He was truly in his element here and you would treat this moment with the respect it deserves.

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” you answer softly.

You weren’t the artistic type. You’d never been good at drawing or painting. Maybe it was because you’d always worried so much that it wouldn’t be perfect, that someone would point out a mistake- no matter how small- and it would be ruined.

His face fell for a split second before that crooked smirk came back. He didn’t believe for a second that you couldn’t paint. You just needed to relax. He shoves a paintbrush into your hand.

“Just humor me,” he says quietly.

You sigh softly and turn to the canvas. Your eyes flutter closed. You can do this…all you have to do is try, right?

Selecting your first color, a deep blue, you touch the brush to the canvas. You use broad strokes, feeling a bit like Bob Ross as you gain confidence.

Dieter watches with amusement, seeing the tip of your pink tongue peek out past your plush lips and your brow furrowed in concentration. You look cute like this.

You hold the end of your paintbrush between your teeth as you contemplate your next move. The next paint color is chosen, and you begin to apply it with the same heavy strokes as before. You want this to look like the sunsets you used to see as a kid on summer vacations with your family.

He knows he shouldn’t interrupt. The last thing he wants to do is make you feel bad, but he can’t help himself. He steps up behind you, close enough to smell your strawberry shampoo.

“Can I give you a bit of advice?”

Your body jerks involuntarily at the sound of his voice. You were in the zone and forgot he was even here.

“Um, sure.”

Your teeth catch your bottom lip as he moves closer. The grip you have on the paintbrush makes your knuckles blanche. You let out a shaky breath, willing yourself to relax.

The urge to bury his nose into your hair and drink you in is so strong it almost hurts. God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to touch you for real, not that fake shit the two of you do for the cameras, genuinely touch you like he’s wanted to for so long.

“Relax your arm a bit,” he says softly. “Just let the brush glide along the canvas. You don’t have to force it.”

You inhale sharply as his large hand molds over yours and he glides the brush over the canvas. Having him this close is more unnerving than you’d like to admit. His warm breath tickles your ear as he guides your hand.

He lets go of your hand and you draw the brush across the canvas from left to right once again, trying to blend the colors the way he taught you. You're painfully aware that he didn’t move away from you, he’s still standing right behind you, his belly lightly brushing against your back.

“Perfect,” he says softly. “You’re a natural.”

You beam at his praise, smiling brightly as you turn your head to look at him.

“You really think so?”

“Yep.”

Something shifts between the two of you in that moment. He’s studying your face intently, almost as if he’s trying to memorize every little detail. You set the paintbrush down, unknowingly collecting some paint on your index finger.

All this feels like you're careening toward something you can’t take back. This is dangerous territory, and you know it will only lead to heartbreak.

You clear your throat and create a little space between you, giving you time to collect your thoughts.

“Stop teasing me.”

You laugh softly, trying to hide your feelings at him being so close to you.

“I swear I’m not teasing you, Cupcake. Painting isn’t about perfection…it’s about putting something out there that makes you feel something.”

You turn to face him, unsure of what to say. His words seem genuine and your heart flutters in your chest. How does he do this to you, time after time?

His fist clenches at his side. He wants to reach out to you, but he doesn’t want to push his luck. He doesn’t want to break the trust he’s worked so hard to build.  

His lips curl into a lopsided smirk and he collects a bit of paint on his index finger.

“You need to loosen up.”

He dots the end of your nose with the paint. A smirk is plastered across his face, awaiting your response.

Your eyes go wide as he pulls his hand away from your face. Mischief dances in your eyes as you contemplate how to exact payback.

Your brow raises as you collect some paint on your fingers. If he wants a paint war, he’s got one.

You wordlessly lift your fingers and slowly drag them down the side of his face. Your eyes challenge him, daring him to fight back.

He chuckles softly and grabs the paintbrush, dotting your cheeks. His eyes narrow playfully, waiting for you to strike back.

You reach for a brush of your own, soaking it in the paint. This is about to get messy, but you can’t even begin to care. You’ve never had so much fun making a mess in your life.

“Careful…” he warns. “I fight dirty.”

He grabs your wrist before you even have a chance to respond, and you drop the brush. His other hand assaults your side, and you dissolve into a fit of giggles.

The paintbrush smacks against him, smattering bright blue pigment across his shirt before landing on the floor. You try to wiggle away, but he’s surprisingly strong and he pulls you closer.

Your laughter fills the room as you tussle. He could listen to that sound forever and it makes his heart sing.

“Dee…” you squeal. “Dee….can’t breathe…..”

Your protest only makes him double down, he’s more than determined to make you laugh until you cry.

“If you can talk, you can breathe.”

The joy he’s feeling in this moment can’t be quantified. You’re the only one he’s ever done this with. Sure, he’s done some crazy things in the past, but he’s never been this silly with anyone before. This connection between you is unlike anything he’s ever experienced. It’s honest and real.

The tears begin to leak from your eyes as you wiggle in his grasp. You cackle and gasp for air, having the time of your life. You’ve never let your guard down like this before. It’s amazing.

His fingers slow as he realizes just how much your face is flushed. He’s accomplished his mission, and he reaches up to brush your hair away from your eyes.

Your giggles slowly subside, and you work to catch your breath. Your eyes slowly open to find him staring at you, almost mesmerized.

His hand slides down to your cheek and his face inches toward yours almost in slow motion.

He gently brushes his lips against yours. It’s a surprisingly intimate touch from him. When you don’t pull away, he presses his lips to yours more firmly, his tongue traces the seam of your lips begging for entrance.

Your lips part for him and he fully seizes the opportunity to take this further. His soft tongue dives into the cavern of your mouth exploring hungrily.

Your left hand shoots out, landing flat against the wet paint on the canvas and sliding down. You don’t even notice; you are so consumed with the feel of his mouth on yours.

Desire begins to cloud your mind as you return his kiss with equal fervor. The world has been reduced to this moment alone.

Your paint-covered hand comes to rest on his shirt as you moan softly into his mouth. His arms pull you impossibly close, there isn’t a single part of your body that isn’t touching.

He grunts softly, almost a whimper, as your body is pressed tightly against his. God, this feels so good, and he aches to take this further, to pull you down to the floor and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.

His hand fumbles for the hem of your shirt. Fingers snaking under the fabric, searching for bare skin. The heat of his palm finds the lace of your bra, gently kneading the flesh underneath. Your nipples harden and your knees go weak as his thumb brushes over the sensitive bud.

The blaring sound of his ringtone snaps you both from your lust-filled haze, pulling you apart like teenagers being caught by your parents.

He clears his throat and steps further away from you to answer the call. It’s only then that the reality of what just happened hits you. You just came so close to crossing a line you couldn’t uncross. It’s only make believe, you tell yourself. That’s what you always say when your feelings become all too real and threaten to spill from your lips.

Your eyes dart to the canvas. You look at the firm handprint and the streaks your fingers left. Doubt begins to swirl within you. You need to get out of here before you say or do something you can’t take back.

“Everything okay, cupcake?”

Your head snaps around to see him standing there, shoulders slumped and eyes soft.

You bite your lip.

“I ruined your canvas,” you say softly.

What a dumb thing to say, but it was your first thought. It was inconsequential, it’s not like he was going to be upset about it, but it somehow felt like an omen.

“It’s not ruined,” he says quietly. “I can make something of that, don’t worry about it.”

His heart squeezes in his chest. He wants so badly to pull you back in, to pick up where you left off but the moment’s gone. He’s left with the reality that he’s not quite the man you need yet. You need someone a little more stable. He’s not quite there yet but he’s so close. It’s better to hold back these feelings until he’s sure that he can make this work between you.

You breathe deeply, trying to not let your feelings show. All you have to do is keep it together just a little longer.

“I…I should go.” You smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “I have an early call at the studio tomorrow.”

He knows that’s probably true but that doesn’t stop his disappointment. He looks down at the floor and then back up to you.  He nods, knowing there’s nothing else to say.

“Thanks for the painting lesson, Dee.”

You quickly brush your lips against his scruffy cheek and walk out without looking back. You don’t want him to see the tears in your eyes.

The next few weeks are filled with an uneasy tension between you. You make a good show during your scheduled “appearances”, but when the cameras aren’t around you could cut the tension between you with a knife. Neither one of you has brought up the kiss. The two of you dance around the subject doing anything to avoid the elephant in the room.

The night of your movie premiere rolls around. Your makeup and hair team bustle around the hotel room while your stylist is busy selecting your accessories. Again, another dress you couldn’t afford even though you’ve made it. How were you going to pretend everything was okay with Dieter tonight? It was getting harder and harder to pretend that what the two of you were doing wasn’t real, that it was only make believe. You had genuine feelings for him, and you couldn’t deny it anymore.

Dieter appears in your doorway as your stylist finishes clasping the necklace you were going to wear. The dress is Valentino…the jewelry is Cartier…

This was the mantra that you had repeated to yourself over and over as you got ready. You had to remember those names, just in case you were asked about them. You couldn’t afford to forget who you were wearing in case you were asked, the last thing you want to do was offend the designers.

Your head jerks up as Dieter clears his throat, snapping you from your revelry. It never failed to amaze you how handsome he looked all cleaned up but somehow it made you long for the lounge pants, baggy T-shirt and crocs that made up his everyday attire.

“Ready to go, Cupcake?” he asked with a smirk. The same one that drove you crazy in both good and bad ways.

Dieter extends his hand to help you from the limo as you’re blinded by the flashbulbs of the press. You take a deep breath and plaster on your best smile, the same one that Dieter reminded you to use during your very first red carpet appearance. You can make it through this next ten minutes.

Dieter squeezes your hand, just like he did that first time. It grounds you and helps calm you. How was it that you were the only one who got to see this side of him?

Dieter steals glances at you as you pose for photos together before entering the theater. You are absolutely radiant, even though he can see the nervous energy shooting out of you. He’s wanted to tell you so many times how he felt but it just never seems to be the right time. He’s been putting in the work, trying to be the man you need, the man you deserve. Maybe tonight is the night. He feels like he’ll burst if he has to hold back much longer.

The movie goes by in a blur. You barely remember watching your scenes on the screen, all you can think about is the way Dieter’s hand feels in yours.

Dieter shifts in his seat as he gently rubs his thumb across the back of your hand. Things have been so tense between you these past few weeks. The kiss you shared has completely overtaken his mind. He wants you. He knows that on paper it seems crazy, but he is sure the two of you are meant to be. You quiet his mind in a way that no one else can. You see past all his bullshit to the broken man who just wants to be loved.

The after-party is hopping. It’s a cacophony of voices, laughter, and glasses clinking. This is the part of Hollywood you dislike most- being with a bunch of people who don’t give two shits about you but pretend they do. These people would sooner stab you in the back rather than help you out. Your head begins to ache, and you wander outside with your glass of champagne.

The sprawling estate is the perfect backdrop for the party. The landscaping is beautiful, with trees and lush gardens full of beautiful flowers. The thing that attracts your attention is the large fountain at the center of the courtyard. The design is delicately ornate with statues of water nymphs and mermaids. It’s large enough to walk right into. You find yourself mesmerized by the sound of the water as you lean over the balcony railing.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You damn near drop your glass and your free hand flies to your chest. He’d snuck up on you without you even noticing.

“You scared the shit out of me, Dee.”

You playfully nudge him with your shoulder. His presence has a way of riling you up and calming you simultaneously.

His trademark smirk flashes across his face.

“You’re missing a hell of a party.”

You don’t miss the hint of sarcasm laced in his words. He’d told you before that he never really liked these parties.

“I know,” you answer softly. “Just needed some fresh air.”

Anyone else may have missed it, but he could feel how overwhelmed you were feeling. He couldn’t let you flounder, he needed to get you to relax. Grabbing your hand, he pulls you toward the courtyard.

He laces his fingers with yours as you silently walk through the garden. In the few months you’ve spent together, he’s learned when to push and when to stay silent.

You round the corner and come to a stop in front of the fountain. The whoosh of the water seems to drown out the rest of the world. You feel your shoulders go slack as the mist of the fountain tickles your bare forearms.

Unable to resist the opportunity, Dieter moves closer. His breath ghosts against your ear as he speaks.

“You look so beautiful when you're relaxed.”

You hum softly at his words.

“You’re the one who’s always telling me to loosen up.”

You set your glass down on a nearby bench and a wicked smile forms on your lips.

Without another word, you pull Dieter into the fountain. A little squeal leaves your throat as the cool water hits your skin. You dance in the water, splashing him and laughing like a little girl. You’ve never felt more free. There is something so liberating about splashing around in the water. You don’t even care that you might be ruining your designer dress.

Your heart soars as Dieter joins in, laughing and splashing you back. The fact that you’re going to attract attention to yourself is the last thing on your mind as he grabs you by the waist and spins you around.

He sets you down on your feet and pushes the damp locks off your forehead. You both just stare at each other, panting and drenched but unable to pull yourselves apart.

“When you let loose, you really go all out.”

He chuckles softly and pulls you even closer. He wants to tell you exactly how he feels about you, but the words stick in his throat. He’s not sure if any words would even suffice. Instead, he does the only thing he can think of to express himself.

He gently presses his lips to yours. His large hand grips your chin and tilts your head slightly, Your lips part for his tongue and you moan softly. This kiss is slow and tender, filled with the affection he longs to show you. He knows he can be the man you need if you’ll only give him a chance. No one knows him like you do. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him and he’s determined to make you happy.

Your world is tilted on its axis as he kisses you. This kiss was even better than the one you shared weeks ago. It was slow, unhurried. Your arms wrap around his waist, holding him close. A myriad of emotions flowed through you as your tongues danced like you had all the time in the world. Everything else faded away, all that existed was this moment and the two of you. The only sound you could hear was the thrumming of your heart in your ears.

The need for oxygen was the only thing that caused you to separate. You slowly open your eyes, your lips parted and swollen. Your eyes shimmer with the unspoken question that lies between you. What does this mean?

His lips curl into his trademark half smirk. His palms cup your face, thumbs brushing gently against the apples of your cheeks.

“What do you say we make this fake relationship real?”

His voice is so soft, barely audible over the rushing waters of the fountain. His eyes shine with hope. Hope that you will take this chance with him, hope that you give him the opportunity to show you how good he could be for you.

Your brows furrow as you stare back at him. Your head is still spinning a bit from that kiss. This is real, this is happening. The thing that you’ve wanted for weeks is finally staring you in the face and suddenly you’re afraid to reach out and grab it.

The slight breeze causes you to shiver slightly. You swallow the lump in your throat as the reality of the situation fully hits you.

“You sure about this?”

His words ring in your ears. You need him to confirm it one more time; to be sure this isn’t some fever dream.

“Surer than I’ve ever been.”

He rests his forehead against yours, willing you to read his thoughts.

“You’re the only one who can quiet my mind, Cupcake.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest. Those words feel so believable. You knew it was true. He was different with you than he was with anyone else. When it really mattered, you saw the real him just like he saw the real you. As unlikely a pair as you seemed on paper, the two of you just worked. You balanced each other out so well. You keep him from going off the deep end and he keeps you from getting too much in your own head.

A slow smile forms on your lips as you look at him. This was really happening.  Standing in the middle of a fountain at a party full of Hollywood stars, a new chapter of your lives was starting. 

“Let’s give it a try.”

Your words are cut off by commotion on the balcony. Someone has spotted the two of you and you knew you were moments from being the talk of the town.

Your laughter rings out over the din of the water. There’s something so freeing about not giving a fuck what anyone thought. That was all thanks to Dieter.

You quickly peck his lips one more time unable to contain your smile. No one back home would ever believe what just happened tonight.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Neither one of you can stop laughing as you drop into the back of your limo, still damp from your impromptu romp in the water.

“Thank you for the best night of my life,” you murmur as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He pulls you closer as your teeth lightly chatter, his hand rubbing up and down your arm.

“This is just the beginning, babe.”

He rests his chin on the top of your head. This was the scariest thing he’d ever done but he knew that he had to take this chance. He couldn’t imagine his life without you in it.

“Just the beginning…”

You quietly echo his words. This is going to be quite the adventure.

[just-a-ghost00]

Advice from passed on loved ones and ancestors

I saw a post lately about how the tarot community is mainly about FS and love related content and it really made me think about my own practice and consumption. I think tarot is first and foremost a tool for spiritual growth and so I want to do more readings on those themes. Today, we are asking your spiritual support team to share with us advice meant to help you grow and thrive. You get to pick your group by choosing between the following emojis : 1🦄 2🍊 3🏊🏼‍♂️

Group 1 🦄

I will start this reading by interpreting the emoji you picked. To me, the Unicorn represents magic, lightheartedness and trust in the Universe. It represents purity and open mindedness. So I guess the first piece of advice that your team is giving you is to embrace whatever is coming your way. Instead of having a combative appproach, fighting people and things happening in your life, resisting change or wanting to control the outcome of things, try a more passive approach. Being passive doesn’t mean doing nothing. Being passive means that you allow things to come to you as they are and you learn how to work with them instead of working against them. For instance, let’s say you are given the opportunity to work on a project. Your first instinct may be to want to take the lead and create everything from scratch. But maybe instead of doing that, you could work on this project basing yourself off of the work your teammates have suggested or what your mentors have done before.

Now, moving onto your cards, you got the following : 4 of wands, knight of swords, the Emperor.

You are advised to count on your family and closest friends on your journey. At the moment, this course of action is the best thing for you to do. I’m hearing don’t underestimate the knowledge and power of others. Some of you may feel like your loved ones wouldn’t be able to understand what you are going through or provide meaningful help. Spirit is telling you that you are wrong thinking so. You would be surprised with what your people can do. Especially if we’re talking about an important father figure around you. The second piece of advice is to communicate clearly with people around you in a way that asserts your power and authority. That doesn’t mean that you should be agressive but definitely don’t be afraid to speak up your mind. Your ideas are valuable and you matter. No one should be able to walk over you as they please. Let people know that you are mature enough to make your own decisions after weighing the pros and cons. By doing so, you will prove people in your community that you are driven and reliable. The third piece of advice is to not be afraid to be more masculine, more dominant and communicative, more demonstrative in your relationships. If you were afraid of coming off too strong to a certain person you love, spirit is saying "we’ll be having none of that BS". On the contrary, you have to show this person all of you. Including the bossy side. Don’t dim your light for anyone. No matter how much you love them. Your spiritual team is telling you that embracing your power and your masculine will strengthen your bonds with this person. Because they like to know that their partner can handle things on their own and doesn’t need them to thrive. They like to see a strong, independent and confident partner. The brighter you shine, the more they’ll be drawn to you. That is also true for any person that’s a part of your tribe. How can you expect people to find you if you don’t let yourself be seen? Send the signal. Burn oh so bright, beautiful spark 🔥

Group 2 🍊

Sweet group 2 you picked the lovely orange as your emoji. To me, oranges represent joy, fun, warmth, gentleness, Summer. You are encouraged to have fun and do things that make you happy. Self care is a major theme for your reading I feel. I’m told that you tend to overwork yourself and be very harsh on yourself, especially when you feel like you’re not being as successful as you should. I’m also picking up on people not being happy about their body image. You could feel guilty about eating food and spirit is saying just do you. No stress. You’ll be okay. Go at your own pace and do your best. You are enough ❤️

Now moving on to your cards you have the following : king of cups, 9 of wands, queen of cups. I’m getting several interpretations for this combination of cards. So I’m going to do my best explaining them. First of all, there’s a message for people who are in a connection with someone that is a bit difficult at the moment. You may feel like you are constantly the one making the effort to make this work. Your team is advising you to pour in your own cup instead. A relationship takes two to tango. If that person is not willing to express their own feelings and show you that they care about this connection, it is not your job to do it in their stead. Maybe they just are not mature enough to be in your league and that is not your fault. Your job is not to save this person. Your job is to uplift yourself and hopefully this person will feel inspired to do the same if that is their cup of tea. But you shouldn’t focus on you just for the sake of their well being. You should do it for your own. The second scenario that I am picking up on is for people that are single. Your team encourages you to keep moving forward and hold on. You have been working very hard lately and they want to reassure you on the fact that you are close to victory. Very soon your hurdles will be over. You are asked to be gentle with yourself and pat yourself on the back because not only do you deserve it but your achievements are going to be spectacular. You may be on the verge of manifesting a precious connection without realizing it. As I was typing that the autocorrect function changed precious into previous. So maybe this person is someone from your past coming back under your radar. This may be someone you deeply wished to be with in the past but never got the chance to be with them or someone you where with but went their separate way for some reason or another. No matter your situation, the major keywords are : self love, self care and gentleness. Don’t repress your emotions. Feel free to express them in creative ways. Don’t give up on your dreams. A peaceful time is coming your way so do not despair ✨

Group 3 🏊🏼‍♂️

Hello dear group 3. I will start your reading by interpreting the emoji you picked. You are advised to either practice a physical activity or to dive into your emotions. You can also work with water energies to enhance healing and inner peace. You may be the type to enjoy going to the swimming pool or the beach. If that is your case then this is your confirmation sign.

Moving on to your cards you got the following : 5 of wands clarified by the king of cups, 6 of cups, knight of pentacles.

If there is currently conflicts in your relationships in general, you are encouraged to soothe your interactions with them. Try to reconnect with your partner, your family, your friends. Extend that olive branch. Invite them to dinner or to hang out in nature. It is important to rekindle connections at this time of your life. Do so at your own pace, slowly but surely. Take the time to get to know people or rediscover the people you know. Reconnect over past memories, activities you used to do at the beginning of your relationship. Try to put water in your wine. Meaning, you have to temper yourself and try to find a common ground with the people around you. If a friendly offer is made to you, don’t reject them because of past experiences and struggles. Don’t be petty. If help is being offered to you, see past your grudges and reluctances, give yourself and this person the opportunity to learn from each other and start anew. You are encouraged to clean the slate and start on healthier bases. Even if people are being a bit tense around you, adopt a peaceful approach. Soothe people’s worries and show them they have nothing to fear. Try to mediate if you can. Instead of working on your own look out for people that share similar interests, similar responsibilities or experience. Get out of your shell and out of your comfort zone. Get out of your way and try to understand others. Give others the chance to understand you. You are encouraged to work on your empathetic skills. 🕊️

[orthodoxchristianity]

Heartbreak: the art of letting go

This one is a bit personal for me, but I thought to share since I know many other people may be feeling the same way. Please read and share any advice or experience you may have, it would be greatly appreciated. God-bless!

The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, And saves such as have a contrite spirit.

Psalm 34:18

Heartbreak. It isn't easy. It's even harder being stuck in between two thoughts. Firstly obsessing over what could have been, thinking should I have said this, or should I have said that. Why did I not do this or why did I not tell him that? It's hard to let go of the expectations in your mind or the plans you made that you wanted to share, all the little daily updates you sent waiting to hear back from him. But secondly, as a Christian, my understanding that God does what is best for us stays in my mind. The knowledge that God takes care of us even when we do not understand it. For He knows and sees far more than we will ever understand, and that is okay. Having trust in His timing and His plan for us is vital. I pray every day "God please remove anyone or anything that is not meant to be in my life", and then why do I get sad when God answers this prayer? Maybe I thought I knew him but clearly he was not meant to be in my life anymore, no matter how sad it may be now.

Taking it day by day is needed because in some moments I feel okay, but in other moments I remember how he looked and me and the lovely moments we shared. I know that one day I will look back on all the moments I shared with him and be at peace. I know that love is never wasted. But one thing is to know and another is to actually enact it. It seems to be like a separation between my head and my heart. My head acting rational and reminding myself to not let the enemy tell me lies, whereas my heart still holding onto the hope of what could have been.

I keep thinking why wasn't he the one Lord? Why couldn't he have been the one for me?

I know that it was done for a reason, that the Lord has bigger and better things in store for me. Perhaps this is simply a lesson. My time with him is brief in the grand scheme of life and of all the people and things I am yet to experience. But it is still hard to let go, even though I know it's the end, that's it.

Perhaps I wasn't ready or he wasn't, but either way it seems the timing was not right. As I pray every day, "All in God's timing".

I know that when the right person comes it will be in God's timing and it will be bring me peace, rather than anxiety. I understand that I probably am still holding onto him because of the inherent fear of being single. Seeing so many of my friends get into relationships easily and of course I am beyond happy for them but it is hard to not think oh when will the love of my life come? I guess this brings me back to the concept of patience and trusting in the Lord for His plans and timing is far better than mine. I feel like this society really pushes for moving and doing everything fast, whereas the Bible tells us:

"Love is patient, love is kind...Love never fails." (1 Corinthians 13:4-8, NIV)

I harbour no anger or hatred towards him, for given the circumstances I can understand where he was coming from. I do, however, pray that he heals from anything that is holding him back. I pray for him to let go off anything from the past that is keeping him stuck emotionally. I pray he finds love and happiness.

I don't know if anyone else can relate to the feeling of 'intellectualising' my emotions. I try to solve them rather than feel. I have been trying to slow down and just let myself feel rather than simply keeping myself busy and giving myself no time to heal. I know there is a reason he came into my life, God is teaching me through this experience, so I need to slow down and feel my emotions.

If you are still reading thank you. I know heartbreak is a part of human life, it is something we all go through in various shapes or forms throughout our life. I hope this makes me stronger and I hope that you find peace and love and happiness. Whoever is reading, I hope you heal from any hurt and that the Lord blesses you abundantly in everything you do.

In Jesus' name,

Amen

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.

Jeremiah 29:11, NKJV

[lone-nyctophile]

I turned 18 this week.

I went to a Diwali celebration and one of the aunties, she’s known me since I was a toddler said “from now on Diwali’s for the kids.”

At the end of this school year I graduate. I won’t be a high school student anymore, and I feel like I haven’t been a kid in a while.

Every time I go outside it’s all the little things with the little kids just enjoying their lives that remind me that I’m never going to be a kid again. I’m never going to be that carefree again. It feels like the nostalgia is choking me.

How do you coping knowing that what once was never will be again? How do you hold that little kid version in your heart without wanting to go back to them?

Dear anon,

I understand how daunting it can be to enter what we have deemed 'adulthood.' Its unfair how society expects us to become entirely different people as soon as we cross the threshold into adulthood. Its not right for anyone to stop indulging in something that their soul truly loves because its now considered to be *whatever discrimatory label* by a bunch of individuals who can't seem to understand what it's like to be truly happy and...human.

I understand how their words must have made you feel. All I can say is that the opinions of other people are not relevant even in the slightest sense when it comes to your personal interests. They should not be dictating your heart. It is quite intimidating to enter adulthood, but trust me, you get...used to it with time. It's ok to feel this way, and it's completely natural for you to feel this way.

But one piece of advice I want to give you as an answer to your question js that don't ever lose your true self in the course of dealing with the changes of life. Change is inevitable but that doesn't mean you can't sustain your soul. Please don't stop doing what you like just because you've entered a new phase of life. Just let yourself...flow naturally. Don't force yourself to give up your hobbies and interests. Don't stop feeling. Don't stop finding wonder in everything that makes this world beautiful. PLEASE. Because nurturing your true soul and letting it thrive is the real key to staying content in life and holding onto that little child within you. And if you find it hard to not get affected by other people's opinions, then just remind yourself that they are the ones who can't see what YOU can.

I'm sorry for replying so late. Pls send me another aonomyomos ask to let me know that you have received my response. Happy birthday and Happy Diwali. Experience life to its fullest and live every moment because if you do this then you won't have any regrets when you're old and tired. Enjoy your youth dear, but stay safe :)

[sepublic]

The Collector’s story is so sad to me because they really do try!!! They are putting in the effort to be better!!! They defy the other collectors’ policy of imprisonment and genocide, for the sake of the Titans! They go along with Philip’s plans, giving him the draining spell and a bunch of other magic! And they listen to King’s Owl House rules, they’re gradually adjusting their behavior according to his advice, respecting his boundaries, even letting him get away with Eda and Lilith!

He’s learning. He really is doing all he can to improve, he’s listening. But the Collector isn’t doing it fast enough, they haven’t figured it out quickly; So it feels like for the adults and everyone else around them, they don’t want to put in the effort to teach and rehabilitate this kid. That’s too long and arduous, it’s much easier to stick him in a prison and hide it, or even kill the kid.

The Collector invests so much good-faith effort into changing for people, but those around him? They don’t want to reciprocate the same effort to understand him in return, that’s how it feels. They demand so much but give nothing back, use the Collector. And would rather take the easy route of punishing the kid to make him shut up for their convenience, instead of really working to talk with him at his level, and explain how to get better. There’s this silent, genuine, hurt and confused question echoing from the Collector; “What did I do wrong?”

It really does feel like one big metaphor for neurodivergent kids, and children in general, who are seen as misbehaving troublemakers. And rather than taking the time to understand their perspectives, and communicate to them about the problem, adults would rather just hit them until they’re quiet.

Because it’s easier, more convenient that way, like sweeping dust under the rug. Even if it just makes this kid who IS willing to improve feel neglected, unappreciated; Allows their problems to fester untouched and unseen, until it boils over and explodes later in life. And suddenly adults are all shocked because He was such a quiet, obedient kid, who could’ve seen this coming?!

The Collector feels like the collective wrath of so many kids who were treated like inconveniences to deal with, rather than growing children who needed help and guidance. And boy is the Collector messy about it, because they’re tired of playing by other people’s rules and trying to appeal to them with good behavior, in exchange for compassion, because that clearly hasn’t worked out and never will.

They are every child who has asked Why about a rule, and instead of being treated like a person with an honest need to know, was just told Because I said so. They want to get it, but people just prefer them being blindly subservient; People don’t care what the Collector thinks, so why should he feel the same for their judgment? The kid is panicked when he insists King focus on the revision he made to the storybook, the lesson he learned, but he’s still being put away for what others wrote.

“You can trust me” is something Philip and King have both told them, and maybe that parallels how adults insist children follow their seemingly arbitrary rules even without knowing why, because “It’s the rules” and authority dictates all. So after struggling under that command, of course the Collector is eager to be the one wielding it this time, with his rules...

The rules of a game. The rules of behavior. Both are laws dictated for people to follow, with someone often deciding and being able to change them as they see fit, especially with childrens’ playground games. Life is a big game and the Collector wants to play his own, after all this time following others’ rules; His people’s, the Titans’, Philip’s, and finally King’s.

There’s a lot to be said about how we expected the Collector to have been someone who didn’t play by any rules, did whatever he pleased. But it might just be the opposite, the kid has never had true freedom, always subject and listening to what someone else tells them, because they’re in charge or it’s the moral thing to do. They’ve been imprisoned their whole life, literally even, and now their desire for agency has burst free.

The Collector wasn’t the god of chaos we thought they were, but now they will be and we’ve seen why; It’s not because there weren’t any rules for them, it’s because there were too many, and the more you tighten your grip, the more something slips free. Too much authority, too little, the kid needs a proper balance of contradictory lessons, like so many in this show...

[actuallyadhd]

One of my adhd symptoms is I really struggle to read social ques, facial expressions, and tone. I really struggle with this in professional settings, where it feels that everyone wants you to interpret using 5 different sets of rules. Because of this I've misinterpreted several conversations, and now none of my coworkers will speak to me unless they have too. I've tried explaining and apologizing, but either they won't listen, don't believe me about my diagnosis, or don't care. I'm at a loss for what to do, as I can't leave this job for another month at least, and I love the job itself. If you, or any of your followers have any advice please let me know!!!

Sent July 17, 2024

Communication can be really hard for ADHDers! We often miss cues because we're distracted, and for some of us we don't even learn the expected behaviours because we were so "out of it" as children.

One problem we have with non-ADHDers is that they often think our explanations are attempts at making excuses. The only way I can think of to deal with the situation you've described here is to show them that you're trying to do better.

How to do that?

Unfortunately, we almost always have to do all the work. Others rarely think they should have to make allowances or changes for us, because we're weird and different and that's annoying.

So what you do is, you ask lots of questions. You clarify what people mean. If this is an office job, you take notes on any conversation that is related to work projects and then send a follow-up e-mail to make sure your notes are accurate. Never assume that you truly understand what your coworkers have said to you.

If they express annoyance with the incessant questions, simply say that you want to make sure you haven't misunderstood anything because you don't want a repeat of X incident.

I know this is ridiculous, but as I've said to my husband, if they want to pay you to write pointless e-mails and ask a bunch of questions, let them.

Followers, have any of you had this kind of issue with work? Have you got any other suggestions for @booskit?

-J

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hi, we are several hundred rats. More accurately, I am a rat, writing on behalf of my several hundred friends, who are also rats.

It's pretty good, being rats, certainly compared to all the nonsense sapios and other bipeds have to deal with. Like knees, and dentist appointments. Recently, though, we've run into a problem. It's very common for sapios to mistake us for a multi-coporeal entity or a collective intelligence or something of that nature. You know, quote-unquote hive minds. Ignoring the fact that most hives don't actually work like that and the way that the common vernacular exposes the inherent sapionormative biases of the modern social system, it usually isn't a problem. One of us corrects them, the human reacts however they react, no big deal. Their reactions are on them, not our problem.

I'm being asked to add that it's a little sad that the humans don't have the close social bonds that could be mistaken for that kind of thing. So now I have. And now they're discussing whether it's sad or just the nature of the human condition. I'm going to keep writing while they're not trying to co-author this letter.

Well, about three years ago, a colony of cerebrachnids moved in next door with their host body. We don't need to tell you, of course, that brain spiders are actually a collective intelligence. Almost all of us have been of great terms with them since day one. It's nice having someone around who can sympathize with how sapios view us. Rats and spiders, right?

Turns out that they've thought we were some sort of multi-coporeal entity this whole time. It came up last week when some of us were visiting for tea. They've thought for years that we were some manner of genus similar to them, and have just been too polite to ask what we are. I, the rat doing the typing, wasn't there, but the ones who were there all agree that our neighbor got a little weird about it, and they're a lot less overtly friendly since then.

We can't agree if they're feeling awkward, or if they're maybe reevaluating the whole friendship in the light of how we have less in common with them than they thought.

Any advice? Do we just pretend it didn't happen and go on like normal?

Thank you for getting touch, reader – or should I say, readers? I'm extremely heartened to hear how healthy your collective attitudes are to the misconceptions people have about multi-corporeal entities and collective intelligences. I'm also pleased that you recognise your own boundaries in managing other people's expectations and reactions to your lived reality.

That said, I don't think there's any risk of your overstepping those boundaries by reaching out to this neighbour and clearing the air about their misconception. I understand you don't want to take on more than your share of the emotional work. But frankly, simply being aware of that as a potential issue is generally enough to stop it from happening.

There might be any number of reasons for your neighbours' sudden standoffishness. They might be embarrassed by their mistake, or feeling foolish for misunderstanding your nature. Or they might be disappointed at the loss of what they assumed was a friendship built on commonality of experience. The fact is, you won't know until you talk to them.

Invite them over for tea and let them know how much you've missed them. Emphasise how much you all value your relationship with them, and that you're keen that this misunderstanding should be set aside.

I would also take the time to stress how much you do have in common, despite these differences. You may not share the same kind of consciousness as them, but there has been enough shared between you to sustain years of friendship – not only shared interests and talking points, but also deeper commonalities around how sapios treat your genuses.

I don't think anything will be gained by making them feel shamed or punished, especially if they were acting out of nothing more malicious than embarrassment. Give them a little grace, and take the time to clear the air between you properly. Then, with any luck, you'll all be able to shrug this moment off as nothing but an awkward bump in the otherwise smooth road of friendship.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - March 12

normalize anon (new), jensi anon, coffee shop anon (new), game anon (new), pg anon

normalize anon

around 2 years ago, my older brother told me...

I think it's really normal and natural to have some resentment for this! It wasn;t okay at all for him to put you in this position, and I can't imagine how that felt. I hope you know that if anyone ever does that again, it's okay to tell someone.

Are you able to see a therapist? I really think it might be helpful to work through some of this, you know? You don't deserve to have this affecting your whole life <3

_________

Jensi anon

Hey, Jensi again!

Wanted to say thank you for replying to my other ask! hope you're doing well!!!

Today was just a day, someone gave me a hell lotta hope, they said that I could be their first choice, and well that - that meant the world. So maybe it well get better? But then again im used to being dissapointed.

My friend called me paranoid a while ago now, and it just really sticks with me, follows me everywhere. they're not the first person to do so, but they were someone i trusted, they still are, and they say i dont open up enough. I dont know how to tell them im struggling with opening because i worry that they'll think im paranoid.

I think im a bad friend, i think im stupid and broken and paranoid, but i dont know what to do, i constantly change myself for everyone else, but it doesnt make them love me anymore, doesnt make them care. So how do i change myself into what ppl want? How do i fix myself?

Hi!

I think the person who called you paranoid was rude to do so. Like...that's not gonna help anyone, you know?

I don't think you're stupid, and I think struggling with trust is something a lot of people go through. You shouldn't change yourself to make people like you. If your struggle with trust is something you want to change for YOU, then yeah, you should try to work on it with a therapist or guidance counselor or trusted person. But fuck people who don't like you for you. You're perfect as you are.

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coffee shop anon

Hi, I’ve been following you for a while and you seem to give great advice so I was if you could help me out. I’m 18y, female, and a lesbian but I’ve never had like a single romantic or sexual experience like ever. I met this really cute girl at a coffee shop and we’re going ice skating on a date soon. I really want it to go well bc I like her. I’m also autistic so I’m not very good with social cues. Idk like what to expect and idk if I should try to kiss her at the end or something. Sorry for rambling 🫶🫶 thank u for any advice or like anything. In any case thank u for listening. ✨✨

Hi!

Ugh this is a hard one because kissing at the end really depends on vibes which are harder to feel out when you struggle with social cues. And we are also 99 percent sure I am autistic so like...I am not the best person to help with this lol.

I think you need to look for physical contact. If she's making a lot of excuses to touch you, then that's usually a good sign. Also if she's looking at your lips, she probably wants a kiss.

But I think since it's your first date, you should mostly pay attention to how YOU feel. It's okay to just keep it casual and not kiss her if you don't want to. It's okay to let her make the first move. And it's okay to tell her you're nervous and you're not sure what you're doing, too. If it makes you feel any better, my wife and I didn't kiss on our first date.

I'm wishing you so much luck and please update me if you think of it!

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game anon

Let me introduce to you a question I didn't understand why was wrong at the moment.

There is a 'game' in middle school or elementary school.

'You can't make your elbows touch' the boys say.

They said to me when I was a child.

And I can't get mad, because god, we were 12 and they weren't even aware what they were asking. But like, it's disgusting. It's disgusting how those little boys could think of that. How sucked up is this.

If you don't know, the elbows can't touch thing is so the girls will try, and they can absolutely. But while on it their chests get squished by their arms and make them more 'seeable'. That's disgusting, btw, I think, but it's literally a thing, and I didn't know for a long time.

ugh that's horrible. Yeah middle school boys can be awful. I'm sorry this happened to you </3 I'm glad you at least know now that it was wrong.

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PG anon

God, you really can't catch a break, huh? I'm so sorry </3. I'm glad this friend at least has a good prognosis.

No, I didn't get the last ask...according to my lovely spreadsheet, the last time I answered something for you was february 28th. But I'm glad you had some positive things to share! And of course, rant away!

As for your friend who you're worried about, could you call or texts them to check on them? I know it;s not the same, but any reassurance is something, right? I hope your dance thing goes well!

I'm sending hugs to you too <3

[enchantingrhae]

two sides of the same coin

pairing: aemond targaryen x niece!velaryonreader tw: dub con/ non con (aemond does not force himself physically), mention of child murder, descriptions of sexual activities, p. in v. Physical characteristics of the protagonist are not mentioned, as well as who her father is. (let me know if i missed something) English is not my first language (and this is my first fic), be kind please. Any suggestions are welcome

On that day, incessant rain fell on Kingslanding. It seems that the weather reflected the mood inside the red keep after the murder of prince Jaehaerys; the air was heavy and the spirits agitated. 

“The green already took a step forward when they decided to parade the prince’s body  in the streets, they were sending a message. People shouted that Rhaenyra had committed an abominable act and cursed her,  Aegon is angry. You must reconcile with Aemond, he is the key to your safety here” your maid Brienne whispers to you, in one of the few moments where you are not controlled.

“That man murdered my brother in cold blood and is now at war with my mother and yet, everyone expects for me to just pass over it as if nothing had happened, as if my little brother's life meant nothing” I respond, allowing my frustration to come out. 

“Listen to me, Aemma” Brienne says, holding his hands in mine.

“It’s a matter of survival. Aegon is impulsive, he does not think about the consequences his actions may have and you know it. He has already fired Otto and does not listen to Alicent's advice. It is only a matter of time before he uses you to force rhaenyra to her knees. You are aware that Aemond feels affection for you and how great is his desire to be recognized for his qualities, use this to your advantage and  you will shape him as you see fit.”

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It was late at night when princess Aemma left her room to join her husband's.  The daughter of the fierce princess Rhaenyra puts aside what little remains of her dignity to go and beg thekinslayer, slayer of her kin no less. She cursed herself along the way for accepting the marriage proposal years before, if she had reasoned more long ago at this time she could have secured the support of a great lord for her mother's cause with her marriage instead of being imprisoned in this fortress, unable to make herself useful. The fact that she is here, surrounded by comforts while her brothers are out risking their life for their mother’s cause tear her heart apart and let her resentment grow. Her head was full of thoughts as she knocked on the door awaiting approval to enter. As soon as she entered, aemond's face exuded astonishment.

“I was not expecting you here” he said with a calm voice that sounds like a sigh, as if he could not believe that she was in front of him.

“If you are occupied I'll go back to my rooms” I announced with little conviction, but even before finishing the sentence Aemond said I could stay.  

“I thought I would come and check on you after what happened.”

“It is simple for you in this situation to blame yourself, but targeting a child was a choice by my family, they surely wanted to hurt Aegon and it has nothing to do with what you have done” I continued after sitting next to him in the armchair. 

Pronouncing these words weighs on me, but the hardest part is realising that the death of that child does not affect me at all. He was young, yet I feel no sadness for his murder. The only thought that haunts me is: if my brother is buried underground, why should Jaehaerys live? Perhaps I am not so different from Aemond after all, maybe we both carry the same cruelty in our heart and this is the reason why the Gods have condemned me in this marriage.

“It is very kind of you to come here, we haven't spoken after what happened but it makes me happy that you still have my wellbeing at heart” he babbles

“I know this is difficult for you and that you two were close. But I swear to you on everything that is sacred to me that I never meant to kill him. I resented him all my life, but I would never put our relationship at risk. I lost the control of my dragon but I never gave the order to her to attack your brother and with miserable cowardice, I preferred to keep silent about the truth before the council and the [..]”

“Stop it Aemond” I uttered as I lay my hand on his

“I did not come here to hear you beg for absolution but to save what remains of our marriage. I know you didn’t murder my brother on purpose and for that, I decided to forgive you”

Aemond looked at me with a confused face, as if he did not believe what I was saying. At that moment I tried with all my heart not to let any insecurity show as I slowly approached his face, placing my lips on his. The kiss was immediately returned, not that I doubted it. After the murder his mother Alicent, one of the very few people that showed him love during his life, could not stand to look at him. The disappointment for what he has done and the man that he become was too great, and that left him in a vulnerable state that does not allow him to question my actions. He wanted someone that appreciate him and show him love, and I can do it. Even if what I am doing disgusts me, it is my hope that this will make him more malleable on the battlefield, that he will show mercy  if he clashes with my brothers in the future. 

Between kisses, we move from the armchair to the bed while he loosens the strings of my dress. He pushes me onto the bed and settles on top of me. The mattress sinks under his weight as his hands peel back my dress with cruel slowness. For a moment he stops, observes me as I give him a reassuring smile, he begins to penetrate me. His breathing becomes heavier, his face contorts in pleasure, but I feel nothing but disgust. 

The echo of my maid's words hammers in my brain.

It is for a greater good. It is for the greater good. It is for a greater good.

I cling to those words like an anchor as her body moves over mine.

His moans grow louder, his fingers sink into my skin, then one last thump, a stifled gasp. He pours his seed inside me. I close my eyes and hold my breath. I can only hope that his seed does not take into my womb, that the fruit of this horror does not sprout.

“I missed all of this” he say while he lies down next to me, now tired

“Me too” I reply, forcing a smile.

[lillysilvermoon]

Messages from your guardians

Pile 1

Signs: mentors, spiritual guides, ancestors (old woman), dragons (I heard "dragon soul" but I don't know much about dragons so,,,, takes what resonates), guardian angel, Archangel Raphael, green color, rivers, 1111 (I heard that you should read about this number's meaning and also to pay attention to how you feel when you see this number, it's important because has some kind of message in this and will be different for everyone!).

I feel like some of you has been through some kind of "spiritual awakening", it's like something has happened and now you understood what was necessary and a change of some kind is coming. Wait this is the message of someone: yes you understood and yes the change will happen - well, actually already is lol - and that's your confirmation. Also: there will be a "crisis" of some kind, or happened already, it's to remind you what YOU truly want and what's need to let go, it's kin the way of the Universe test you (I know it's sucks, believe I know......... but, this kind of situation teaches A LOT so me EXTREMELY aware, try to take notes because I swear to you, helps!).

Humm, some of you need to do little adjustments here and there and have a moment of rest, you know when we start our spiritual journey and we read about so many things, we wanna try it all but at some moment just feels like you are stuck? That's it here, it's like you are a vessel and you have been filled more and more and some of this was good but some wasn't and you need some time to "take the trash out", you need to stop and look at all this and see what servers you and what not.

If you are going through some hardships your guardians want you to know that first: you are not alone (please call upon them when you need, I promise they will help. But you need to ask guys😭💗) and you need to have trust to move forward of this situation.

"What you believe it's true becomes true, kid. You are halfway of your goal but you need to be more disciplined and put effort. Commit yourself to what you wants and don't give up." Alright for you all I need to say this: remember the thing about the universe test us? It do this to see if we have learned our lesson, so any dramas that may happen you need to see just as a stepping stone to where you want to be/your goals.

This is now just my own advice: call them, talk to them. It can be ANYTHING. Light a candle, write a letter to them and read out loud, pray, meditation. Can whatever y'all want to be. They are with you and really want to help.

You shall receive good news because abundance is coming at waterfalls to you, give abundantly and you accept with gratitude if you are given (I feel there is people here that just don't know how to accept things, either material or emotional help and your guardian wants you to learn this).

For anyone trying a business: it's gonna be blessed!! Expect thing to work really well because I can tell you: wealth is on its away to you.

Please have more faith in yourself Pile 1, seriously you guardians see you like someone SO capable (king of Wands) you can do it! (Whatever this "it" means to y'all, know that YES U CAN! and I believe in you👽🙌)

Last but not least: When was the last time you heard your feelings? You give them some kind of, you know, attention?..... pretend you are fine, you are strong, a warrior blablabla it's needed sometimes, but if this is your normal it's bad, blocks your heart center and the energy which can make you feel sick and warm you hole body. You need more balance when related to your emotional and self-care. Take more care of your spiritual body. (People who likes crystals: rose quartz it's good for you!)

Pile 2

Signs: green color (pile one had this too lmao maybe y'all need to work on your heart chakra just saying 🤷‍♀️), leo, fire signs and fire placements at your big three (so weird when I receive this things because it's very specific and because I don't even know too much about astrology so I was be like "damn... its really specific" lmao never mind ignore me), aquamarine (loved this because the picture of this Pile is a mermaid🤭🥺), color pink, pisces, 111, 444

Humm okay, first of all your guardians want you to know that some things need to comes to a end because teaches you what was supposed to teach and now it's just time to end, and you don't need to be sad about that because ends also means create space for new things, people, experiences. I feel like this is Love matters, well there is 2 options here: the first one it's all that I said, and the second one is that you are ending this to meet your "special someone" (since there a increase of Twin Flames on earth this time, maybe you are ending this relationship because you gonna meet them soon and you learned the lesson with this person). But for some of you is a friendship. Yeah, it's right, nothing will come of this situation (its literally what the card says), meditation, time out and you know, just be a little contemplative will help you. Surrender to the Divine (whatever The Divine are for you) will help, believe that you will get what you need (I thought this were for the people that are working on there skills but your guardian was like "NO! IT'S NOT!!!!!!) and I came back here and yes it is for you really).

If you are into mantras I recommend "Om Namo Narayani" which basically means I surrender to the Divine.

(I think this is for a really small group: don't let your pride get in your away okay? You need to work in group and balance your needs with the needs of others. Its important and you need to work on this!)

The other message here is that: you are doing SO GREAT at your job/craft. Really, your guardians are proud of you for better your skills and know that you are doing a really good job!

And you need to hear you on thoughts, someone here has been anxious as and your guardian wants you to calm down, repeat to yourself "this thought isn't mine" and start to calm yourself, your guardian wants you to know that you are not alone, but you need to take better care of yourself especially related to your anxiety!

Pile 3

Signs: male guide, trans men (fo explain: someone here reading this are and this is the sign that yes, this is your Pile Hello😙💗), seashells, collect rocks (I don't who you are but you have such a good and fun energy lmao you know this person who just looks like a really good friend and person? It's you), color read, Divine Feminine path (or something related to the topic), life path number 3? (You got FIVE number 3), 666, number 9, pink hearts, Grenade and red jasper (it's more likely you should try to use them, will help you have more energy)

This pile have STRONG feminine energy and also priestess energy (which means that you can be one, become one in the future, was one in some important past life or just have the characteristics of one!)

Okay, some of you has Mother Mary as one of you main guardian (She and Archangel Mary are not the same! I can talk more about this if y'all be interested♡) and I feel a lot of you are working on something new and she wants you to know that: it's worth, this project is important, the world deserves to see the incredible person you are. And also to know that you are entering a knew phase and will bee FULL of good things and blessings, omg I can't calm myself its SO AMAZING really there us so many blessings, so many good moments. Okay I need to calm myself down or things gonna be all messy lol sorry I get really excited with this messages, your faith will be renewed, you are entering a peaceful loving phase, filled with calm energy and personal growth. Your belief that your dreams can manifest are working well, there us a big "yes" coming your away (I'M SO HAPOY FOY YOU, HERE, TAKE MY HUG). Whatever situation this is: is blessed, if you chose this pile probably you are starting all over again in some away, can be on a new/better course or just feeling more positive about archiving your goals.

(Very small group who are feeling stagnant: life goes on cycles and you are going enter a new one now! Likely our friend Pile 3 it's a moment to you to trust in the Divine (again: whatever the Divine is for you). Your guardians want you to trust your feelings and intuition (because logic won't work right now) and speak positively because "your words have power. Say what you want will work, and believe in it" (someone guide said and it's a man).

I need y'all to take care of yourself, your guardians want you to be more in touch with your intuition, your body (dance, yoga and stretching can help) and on do creative things, also try to just go more with the flow, be less controlled (some here are control freaks help) and just... take better care of you, u know?

Oh, I almost forgot: Its time to spread your wings and fly, universe is supporting u right now (your guardians want you to know that because apparently you don't have much physical support so ita important to you to know that). Youe hard work will pay off, I promise you (and for anyone who was wanting to travel: can happen soon)

Pile 4

Signs: aries, pisces, waterfalls, Mexico, ireland, 333, 6666, Angel's, Saint Mary (it's a place in Jamaica).

"You need to take a break" that's what I heard, for some of you I feel like you have to much energy, and you are doing to much things and it's time to get inwards and have some time of to chill, I think you don't like to open up to others because what I'm feeling is that you guided are talking but I just can't understand (like you didn't want help from other person, or that anyone no one knew what going on...) okay I assume its related to your job, or group you live with, looks very...heavy, a sense of hostility and conflicts. Your guardians want you to know that: first isnt your fault! Sencond: try to find common ground and focus on mutual collaboration rather then the competition. You need to focus in maintai you inner peace and don't let the environment you are get the best of you.

For other group here: your guardians always you to take action, to do you best and BE HAPPY (and proud) WITH THAT! (My perfectionist group, maybe?). I think there is something you want and this is a huge YES, but you need determination (and probably a long term plan).

And our last group (but I think this applies to the one before) you need to balance spirituality and practicality (I feel you, same boat here 🤡) WAIT A MINUTE BECAUSE I'M A HOPELESS ROMANTIC SIR, the card says "a new male is coming into your life" nd the other one (the one about balance) SAYS THAT THE PERSON CAN BE A SOULMATE OMG GUYS THE CARDS COMPLEMENTS EACH OTHER THIS IS SO CUTE I CAN'T I'M SORRY-

I couldn't help myself to freak out sorry Pile 4, getting back to what I was saying: Your intuition won't let you down and you need to trust it, and your guardians also wants you to know that you need to take more practical steps and be with your head in the clouds less, they ask you to find balance between your responsibilities and your dreams (maybe you have to work but are trying or want to try your new business, stop dream about it and think "what can I do NOW to make my dream happen?" Or "What step can I do NOW with what I already have to start my business?" Questions like this will help!.

This is coming so strong omg: Your soulmate is coming guys, I mean really appeared 3 times in 2 cards (besides you got The Emperor which can means Divine Masculine depends on the topic. Anyhow just takes what resonates).

COME HERE: When things get hard you have emotional balance? Your guardians want you to work on this, because sometimes the solution is right in front of you but you are to angry, sad or agitated to realize.

I hope this message reaches everyone who needs. Bye bye from me and your guardians 🤣🤭 see y'all soon.

- Lia

[olympeline]

FrUK FACE family Parent Trap AU, part 6! Part 1

Last time we watched Alfred go home with Francis and get his first taste of Matthew’s life in Quebec. Now it’s Mattie’s turn. Let’s see how it would go for him and Arthur in New York:

It’s a quick trip home on the subway, and then they’re in the Kirklands’ apartment. A middle sized place by NYC standards, in a big block, high up near the top. Everything is super concentrated and crammed together like the inner part of any big city. Space is at a premium, so the normal folk live like sardines. Matthew is used to his wide open suburbs, so it’s a bit of a shock. He likes Arthur and Alfred’s apartment, though. It’s cosy and very lived in. A colourful clash and blend of Alfred and Arthur’s strong personalities. Very little style compared to the Bonnefoys’ immaculately interior designed home, but charming nonetheless. Matthew is drinking all the new sights in, when Arthur goes through to the kitchen and says he’ll make them something to eat. He’s expecting “Alfred” to go jump into gaming or rush to see his friends that live in their block, so he’s surprised when Matthew hovers in the kitchen doorway instead. Arthur asks if he wants to help, Mattie says “Sure, dad!” (Dad. Dad! This is my other dad! - Matthew, dizzily to himself) and Arthur is again surprised, but also pleased. Seems his boy has matured during his last trip to camp. He does seem a little different.

So, they get to work and Matthew has a hard time keeping up his Alfred-sona because oh dear, oh dear. Alfred was not kidding when he said his their dad was super bad at cooking. Matthew feels his French reared soul dying a thousand deaths as he watches Arthur prep their dinner. He wants to help out and offer advice but it would be too suspicious. So he focuses on talking to Arthur instead. Arthur tuts and grumbles about various things (mostly work and people he knows), but also cracks funny jokes - often at his own expense - and makes Matthew laugh. He has a surprisingly wicked sense of humour under his stuffiness, it seems.

Then the food is done, they sit down to eat, and…

“How is it, Al?”

“………..Fine, dad. Good. Real good. (🥲🥲🥲🥲)”

“Really? That’s good. I think I’m getting better. What do you think?”

“Yeah. Yeah. For sure! (🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲)”

It’s the worst thing Matthew’s eaten in his entire life. But he chokes it down with a big, Alfred style smile. It’s worth it to see Mr. Kirkland Arthur his other dad smile back. It’s also worth choking down the “food” because Matthew can keep talking to Arthur while they eat. He has an easier time of it than Alfred did because Arthur expects “Alfred” to talk and talk like it’s going out of fashion. Mattie can be as enthusiastic as he likes, asking all about what happened in NYC while he was away. Arthur answers all his questions, asks some of his own about camp, then brings up Antonio. And Matthew’s stomach sinks. Arthur tells him Tony is away for work, but he’ll be back soon. Mattie tries to feel enthusiastic about meeting him, but he can’t quite manage it. Alfred says Uncle Tony is nice (even if he thinks Arthur doesn’t love him) but Mattie just doesn’t want him around. Who knows how long he’ll have with Arthur before they’re found out. He wants every minute with his long lost dad to himself. Then poor Matthew feels bad about thinking this way because he’s a sweetheart and doesn’t want to be selfish. Poor guy’s a sufferer of catholic guilt without the catholicism, I tell ya. It’s one of the things about Mattie that Francis worries about and has the most sleepless nights over.

After dinner, Arthur had planned on getting some work done while Alfred goofed off with his games and/or neighbor friends. But Mattie sticks with him to wash up, then hovers again. Arthur is starting to feel a little worried (maybe Alfred felt more homesick than usual this year?) so he says: hang the work, they should spend some time together instead. It’s too late to go out, so they flop in front of the TV for some good old fashioned binge watching. Mattie sits shyly by his dad, close as he dares, and joins in the distracted chatter as they flip between various shows until they end up on The Great British Bake Off. A favorite in the Kirkland household. Arthur likes it because it reminds him of home and gives him “inspiration” for his - ahem - culinary efforts. Alfred likes it because sometimes they drop things. Matthew has never seen it before but soon he’s hooked. He finds himself wondering what Francis would think of it.

Suddenly, a stab of homesickness. Matthew must have tensed up, because he feels Arthur put his hand on his shoulder and give it a squeeze. Mattie looks up at Arthur and the latter gives him a reassuring smile.

“Back home now, Al.”

Is all Arthur says, but it’s enough. Matthew feels a lump in his throat and, when Arthur looks away again, Mattie has to quickly blink back another attack of “hayfever.” He misses Francis, but now he has Arthur too. Suddenly he can hardly believe what’s happening. Where he is, who he’s talking to. It all feels like a dream. One he’s waited for his whole life without realising it.

How is this all going to play out? Matthew doesn’t know. But he does know one thing: he’s so glad he came.

(That’s it for now. Stay tuned for part 7! (´ε｀ )♡)

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOO im also chronically online this is a safe space for the chronically online dw (i also respond at chronically online speeds sooo) but FR THE UNHOLY TRINITY LMAOO if we add Raichi it’s the four horsemen of the apocalypse (bro has never played anything other than defense though and we like. NEVER see him touch the ball basically so uh sorry bro no sexy soccer time yet)

Honestly I don’t know why more people can’t just let people exist?? Like fr just leave them alone and live your life why make it so miserable for everyone sheesh…also please those twelve year olds on tiktok can’t even tie their shoe laces nor should they be on tiktok learning “potty mouth phrases” LMAO I think they need a reality check DESPERATELY

Never apologize for writing too much Karasu.

But LMAOO OK IM GLAD HAHA so real for that I can’t do what Reo or Barou do for him like I will not be the Anri to your Ego!!! Please put your socks in the laundry!!!! But this isn’t irl so he’ll still be a squishy bear to me

LMAO REALLL side character supremacy >>> Honestly I didn’t hate the animation either although I did notice some funky scenes it wasn’t nearly as bad as everyone made it seem…I’m glad to hear that they’re putting their eightbitussy into it though

He’s so captain it’s literally insane (quick we gotta talk more about this and manifest Karasu captain for u20 World Cup) Aiku honestly a good option too (I wanna see my man in action though) if it’s Isagi I’ll lowk riot

BESIDES AN EROTIC LEFT LEG GOODBYE that made me snort as I read this

I LOVE READING THE REFERENCES LMAOOO if they fit into the story keep them coming!!! (KARASU DROWNING SHDGSHSH IM NOT READY)

Ok yeah I also kinda ballparked that amount in my mind LMAO I forgot to mention this more in my last response but the ON SALE THING >>>> I laughed it was so goofy too like she caught him red handed THE NEXT DAY like bro those were NOT on sale…$50 for advice boy you’re not slick

Chefs kiss mc written wonderfully WITHOUT the typical overly used cliches as much as I love a stupid mc sometimes it’s quite an overused trope I feel where it’s the teehee dummy reader so again, this was refreshing LOL (I always love how you give your y/ns substance as characters and like humans..?? Like they all feel like actual people and aren’t your just your average w*ttp*d UwU MCs…I mean writers have to start somewhere so maybe I should stop bashing them like this but uh)

Honestly it’s such an interesting language which is why it takes me a bit to translate/transcribe sometimes because I can’t capture the underlying meanings or emotions as well in English LMAOO (the first time I tried was the hiori light novel and finding the correct phrasing was definitely a learning curve LOL) but omg slay you’re outperforming people living in the motherland!! That’s honestly really impressive, do you get to speak it frequently?

Snuffy’s backstory is actually so sad I can’t :(( also the SONG CHOICE??? Bye. But this is why I can’t even say “no one dies in soccer anymore” man

NO FR you know it’s bad when I’m impressed by a healthy family in bllk shdshhs HAHA FAIR TRADE INDEED o7 I have chapter 2 ready it was longer than I expected but I sped up the process using dictation as I read it LMAOAO so again if you catch any typos or weird punctuation lmk LOL (when I tell you I almost died dictating this I LAUGHED and reacted like omfg and it caught me saying that and wrote it down but ANGWAYS I’m not sure anything is beating this chapter) I know I said summary earlier but I don’t think I’m capable of doing that LMAOA so this is basically just the entire chapter I just reformatted it in a kinda summary like format because I don’t wanna keep pausing to type so many quotation marks HAHAHA anyways enjoy! I’ll come back to discuss after you read it so I don’t spoil anything yet hehe

Signing off early so it doesn’t weirdly attach to the end of the LN section LOL

-Karasu anon

2-Honor Student:

In elementary school, Kenyu was an honor student. Although he was a little cowardly, he was first and foremost, a kind, hard-working kid. he always did his homework and happily greeted everyone. Got along well with his peers and never fought. He was someone that both his classmates and teachers could rely on. When it was time to choose class president, Tomoda nominated him, and everyone joined in agreeing to nominating Kenyu. But after half a year, something shocking had occurred.

Little by little Kenyu had become better friends with his seatmate Tomoda, frequently going to his house after school. Tomoda had a kind sister three years their senior. She would often give them candy and play games with them. One day, Kenyu had gone over to play with Tomoda, to be told by his older sister that he hadn’t gotten home yet and was possibly taking a detour. She told Kenyu to go ahead and wait upstairs for him, but he wondered if maybe he was meeting with other friends in the park. He wondered if he too should go to the park, but it’d be troublesome if he had assumed incorrectly. While he was lost in his thoughts, Tomoda’s sister suddenly came up to him and brushed away his bangs. His hair had always been soft, and his mom had always helped him style it, so the Tomoda’s sister had always complemented him, saying his hair made him look so handsome like a model. It wasn’t unusual for her to touch his hair, but that wasn’t all that happened that day. In addition, she kissed his forehead. His eyes widened as his brain was left short-circuiting. “Huh?”

“My beloved Kenyu, let’s play together” she had said with sparkling eyes. Kenyu could feel his heart racing. “…I’ve gotta go to the park..!” His face turned bright red and he ran out. He didn’t end up, going to the park, but instead of ran back home to his room, waiting for his racing heart to still.

“My beloved Kenyu” He had repeated her words in his mind. he didn’t really understand it all, but he was happy that she said she liked him. He was a bit embarrassed, though that she had kissed him. He thought himself, “I’m never telling anyone about this.”

The handsome class president and honor student. By the time he became a second year, he had grown taller, adding to his versatility in giving him athletic potential. as he continued growing, he came to be one of the tallest in his grade. He was fast at running, and he was always the last one left in dodgeball. Then, of course, came Sports Day. After comparing all the times in their PE Class, Kenyu’s high ranking had gotten him chosen for the relay race. Everyone was in agreement. He was tall, fast and the perfect fit for the job. He was to be the anchor for the relay race. Was it really all right for him to play such an important role? he felt a bit uneasy, but he would give his best once again for the people relying on him. Until the day of the sports festival, Kenyu would run every day. He’d wake up early to run and practice dashes on the field after school. Every Sunday, he’d have his father time him. Finally, it was time for the class relay. Under the clear sky, the fastest runners would compete while the cheer squads cheered them on. Kenyu’s class, 2-1, however, would compete in vain. After each grouping, members of his team would slip down the ranks. By the time Kenyu got the baton he was in last place. There is a huge gap between him and the top, all the people running in front of him are the fastest in their class after all. But Kenyu had to try his best. Everyone had chosen him as anchor after all. He steadily started accelerating, passing by another player in just a quick moment. With his large physique moving vigorously and his feet firmly stomping against the ground, he gradually closed the gap between the other runners. His classmates all cheered for him, and as they continued supporting him, he continued gaining speed. Even the announcer from the broadcasting club got caught up in the excitement. With the loud cheers under the blue sky, Kenyu passed the final goal, bursting past the four other racers and finishing first. It’s the first time he’d ever run so fiercely. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. Kenyu had finished first for the sixth graders. His classmates had showered him with praise, wearing a big smiles on their faces as they crowded around him. Kenyu thanked them for their support, feeling that their cheers had powered him on. Kenyu was honest and sincere. He didn’t know he could run that fast. It’s because everyone had believed in him that he was able to discover a new part of him. To Kenyu, it was an incredibly joyous moment. A few days after that, when he got home, a shiny soccer ball was waiting for him in the doorway. Kenyu was surprised and had wondered what it was for. His parents had thought it would be good for him to give soccer a try, seeing how he was so fast. It would make him more popular too. After seeing that their child had such amazing speed they suggested that he try out a sport and bought him a soccer ball. Of course his mother also wanted to see him popular. Immediately, Kenyu went outside and tried kicking the ball. As he ran with the ball, he found that he couldn’t stop. He’d kick it forward and chase after it continuing on. “This is fun!”, he thought to himself. In all honesty, being able to dribble without losing speed is a technique that’s difficult for beginners, but Kenyu, blessed with incredible athletic ability, was able to do it from the start. That’s how Kenyu “met” soccer, his parents had blessed him with the opportunity. As if it was fate, Kenyu found himself absorbed in soccer.

i wonder what sexy soccer even is 😭 like what does it entail yk…HAHA chronically only gang rise 🤩 tumblr truly is the site for people of our kind i love it

the craziest to me is when they freak out about non-teenagers watching shows and writing fics meanwhile they are openly thirsting for old ass characters?? why are you at fourteen writing paragraphs abt every position you want to fuck toji and nanami in 😭😭😭 look i’m not going to judge too harshly because wtvr i get it but also like some of them need to realize that those in glass houses should not be throwing stones

the karasu tabito tag is basically mine atp DJSKDK i think every karasu fan has probably seen at LEAST one or two of my posts (whether it’s a fic or just one of my karasu shitposts)

EXACTLYYYY YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME BEING AN ANRI there’s only room for one high maintenance person per relationship and that role is fulfilled by me 👆🏻 that’s why my other favs are karasu barou and reo…you know those kings are NOT letting their partners suffer 😫 however in fiction nagi is my squishy cuddly fluffy dog bf so he is still number one in my heart 😩

if it’s isagi i’ll be mad because he doesn’t even feel like he has any interest in being captain 😓 i think aiku could work but agreed we def have to see more of him plus i don’t think he’d be made captain as he’s not an og blue locker yk?? OMG but if the trend continues we should be able to manifest karasu as captain…holding a prayer circle now 🕯️🕯️🕯️ (lowkey it would be funny if ego made like kurona or niko captain just because they’re the only ones that aren’t batshit insane and typically keep their speeches and vocab relatively normal 😭)

the way eita didn’t think she’d check if they were actually on sale too is so funny like she’s been dying to go there did you think she wouldn’t go and ask if the sale was still going on?! SO not slick omg i love him though…but $50 FJKSKS idek where he got that type of money from

i do enjoy writing a good old dumb/oblivious reader every now and again but i do think they have to be done right to feel believable!! personally all of my y/ns and mcs are based off of aspects of my own personality — some closer to my actual self than others ofc — which i think makes it easier to flesh them out because it’s just like “okay what would i do in that situation” LMAOO most of my side character ocs are based off of people i know too which again makes it easier to make them feel complex because it’s like “right so how would ___ react to that happening to them”…sometimes they end up not even being that similar (tullia in pomegranate ink is NOTHING like my irl best friend that she’s “based off of”) but just thinking of them as real people helps me treat them as such in the narrative!!

haha yes everyone does start somewhere so i never try to hate to their faces but i think it’s okay to acknowledge a general trend/pattern!! like there’s a difference between saying “your specific fic sucks i hate how you wrote your main character” versus being like “i think a lot of fics in x fandom have this problem with characterization”!! to me it’s not hate because people can decide whether that applies to them or not yk?? and yeah the wattpad uwu mcs are truly smth…or the ones that are meant to be “badass” but are really just loud/rude/make overly sexual jokes and swear a lot 😭 a lot of the times at first it’s easy to make characters as stereotypes/caricatures of themselves or have them composed of cliches but i do think most people grow out of it i quickly!! just a phase we must all go through i suppose…i will be the first to say i was cringe when i started writing that’s why half of my old works are private now 😩

HAHA OUTPERFORMING INDEED it’s so funny whenever i visit india my relatives tell me it looks like my voice is being dubbed over because i speak such good hindi but i’m very pale by indian standards so i look like a foreigner 😭 which omg ik that’s such a stereotypical thing to be saying like “no i don’t look like my race” when you very obviously do but just this last january i visited india for the first time in six years and people IN INDIA (including literally people i’m related to) thought i was either irani, afghani, or from spain 😓 they’d get jumpscared when i’d speak to them in hindi KSDJKSAN their lives would flash before their eyes as they tried to remember if they had talked shit abt me 😩 i speak it a bit at home and with all of my extended family that’s kind of the only language they know so when i call them i speak it!! i also just have a really really good memory (hence the lack of studying) so i don’t forget things which helps me pick up languages rlly quickly

SNUFFY’S BACKSTORY KILLS ME it’s so sad yet also realistic??? like it really feels like smth that could’ve happened irl yk (idk if it’s based off of smth or not) but on the other hand yuki’s is so normal i love it 😍 the fact that he got into soccer in such an average and chill way too LMAOAOAO my unproblematic goat!! although the sister thing is so funny…i’m assuming this is a different friend’s older sister than the one he fell in love with at age 10 because according to egoist bible she was 16 😭 and this girl is only three years older than him so they must be diff?? lowkey crazy as hell omg even in elementary school yuki was pulling 😰 i always interpreted those two facts (his first love was his friend’s 16 year old sister and his first confession was when his friend’s sister kissed him on the forehead) as being abt the same person and it being like the 16 year old sister was just kissing him because he was a cute little kid and he misinterpreted it/got embarrassed because he had a crush on her if that makes sense?? but ig they’re different people entirely!!

[novankenn]

Nora in : Tea with Jaune's family... Jasmine

Nora was literally sweating as she found herself once again in the gothically styled sitting room. As with the first time, off to her side stood a Beowulf in a tux holding a silver serving platter with a tea set on it. As nervous as she was, she had to admit the armchair she was sitting in was exceptionally comfortable.

Nora: I was asleep in my bed... how...

????: Oh, Grandma has her ways, you'll get used to it. So how are you, my dear?

Nora: Um? Do I...?

Nora regarded the middle-aged woman who bore an obvious familial resemblance to Jaune, though Nora expected that she was more her height than Jaune's.

????: Oh, of course, we haven't been properly introduced yet! Can you forgive me for that?

The woman clasped her slender hands before her face and gave Nora a pleading look.

Nora: Uh... sure?

????: Excellent! Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name is Jasmine Arc, I am Jaune's mother.

Nora: Oh? Pleasure... Pleasure to meet you, Mrs...

Jasmine: None of that Mrs crap! You can call me Jasmine or better yet... Mom.

Nora: Eh?

Jasmine: So, I assume Grannie Salem has spoken to you about your duties as an Arc woman?

Nora: Arc woman? Duties? Huh?

Jasmine: (Picking up a cup and saucer from the serving platter) Did you have any questions or concerns? Would you like some advice, secret fertility tips, perhaps?

Nora: We've only be going on for a few months...

Jasmine: Pshaw... I was preggers with Saphron two weeks after meeting Jaune's father. (Takes a sip from her cup) Delicious as always. You have a way with teas Bob, it's a gift.

Beowulf(Bob): *Grunts

Nora: Okay? Um... I'm not sure...

Jasmine: What are you not sure about, my dear? Positions? How to tell your fertile times?

Nora: Why?

Jasmine: Well, some positions are much better at promoting insemination, and of course knowing your fertile days...

Nora: Why?

Jasmine: Why, what?

Nora: Why all this? (Nora waves her hands indicating the entire room) and this? (Points back and forth between herself and Jasmine)

Jasmine: I don't follow. Is something upsetting you?

Nora: Jaune-Jaune and I have only barely started seeing each other... why is everyone so fucking concerned with him knocking me up?

Jasmine: Language, young lady. Didn't your mother teach you not to say such... oh dear.

Nora: (sniffling) She... she...

Jasmine: (Sets her cup aside, and scoots forward to reach out and pull Nora into a motherly hug) It's okay, let it out. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said something like that. It's okay, you're with family...

Nora: Family?

Jasmine: Of course. Grannie likes you, and I can see why my baby boy is into you.

Nora: But we've (sniffling) not talked about anything (sniffling) but babies?

Jasmine: Mother's know. Mother's just know.

The pair sat there, Jasmine holding Nora letting her regain her composure, while Beowulf-Bob looked around uncomfortably. It took a few minutes, but eventually the pair separated. Nora gave Jasmine a weak smile as a thank you as she took her own cup and sipped at the almost room temperature tea.

Nora: It's not that good, just warm.

Jasmine: It's okay, the libido enhancers and fertility drugs will still be effective. Opps!

Nora: The what?

Jasmine: I should not have said that.

Nora: Did you drug me like that crazy grimm-lady did?

Jasmine: Grannie doused you, and you're NOT pregnant? Are you infertile?

Nora: No! I avoided Jaune-Jaune for like four days until I could control myself! What is it with you two wanting me to get knocked up?

Jasmine: (Looks at her bare wrist) My look at the time!

Nora: You’re not wearing a watch.

Jasmine: I'm sorry to cut and run, Nora, but I have a prior commitment. It has been a pleasure, and let's don this again... soon.

Nora: (Bolts up) Wait!

Ren: (Sleepily grumbling) Nora, please. People are trying to sleep.

Nora looked about her, she was once again in her bed, inside JNPR's dorm room at Beacon. Everyone and everything was how it should be, except for the silver tray and tea cup, once again sitting on her nightstand.

Nora: (Whispering as a boiling heat began to build with in her core) Not again...

(Master List)

[hel-phoenyx]

New Year's Eve, part 25 (and final)

There we go, it's finally the conclusion !

Next post about this will be a masterpost with everything ever post around that. There may be some one-shots related following that whole ordeal, but you can safely assume the main "plot" is over now.

So let's conclude this in a good way~

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So.

I'm back at work.

Arm doesn't hurt anymore. Think it should, but I spent my vacation high on painkillers.

I'm on therapy. My therapist was a bit startled to see me coming for our... Second ? Third ? Session with an arm in a sling, but didn't comment on that until I did. Felt surprisingly safe.

Haven't got any peep from the family I send my paychecks too, but hey. Have other things to care about.

And now I'm finally back in the middle of my files and taking care of the ones I want to follow, instead of patrolling around the city for the whims of a madman.

a lot of things happened, during that vacation.

For starters, I saw Tyr again. Outside the hospital. Even if he was still a bit cold, he looked happier. Maybe because he was sporting the most phenomenal amount of hickeys I have ever seen on a man, and I still got pictures of Gustav after his wedding night and on his honeymoon on my phone.

Figured out where they came from. Aarni, that was with me, too, since she teased him all evening. I only rolled my eyes and did the occasionnal snarky remarks from aroace to demi, nothing else.

It was good to see him snort at at least half of them.

I haven't told him what Domhildr told me. Keeping that for the next time she pisses me off. People say I've softened, but in truth, I really, really enjoy the fear on her face. Did I, did I not ? Heh.

Tyr would tell me he wants her to tell him about her secrets herself.

And Sigismund wouldn't believe me anyway, would he ? Or he wouldn't care.

No matter. I never waste blackmail material. Maybe she will take me a little more seriously, now that I can say a word to wreck her life.

That's good enough of a revenge.

What else... I've seen my godson, too. Haven't in a long time, he looked happy to see me, as opposed to Kriss. But Kriss only sassed me for two hours so I guess she's warming up to me again. That's good.

Haven't talked to Idalia since that protest. Apparently, she was expecting me to take care of her, in custody. That's what I usually do. I wonder if the others told her I got hurt. I don't know if it's her who threw that brick, or that metal pipe. I don't think I will ask.

And I'm back at work with a bandage on my arm and some work to do.

With an... Unexpected partner.

I go and knock on his (their ?) door. A "come in!" is my only answer, I roll eyes.

"Oh com'on, Sigismund, you don't even get up to greet me ?"

"I'm working, Fenrir."

I still open the door, and there he is, indeed working. His hair is down, a little more styled than usual, and on his neck I sport what look strangely like...

"Oh, dear gods, not you too."

"What ?-"

He says putting instantly a hand to his neck. Yeah, yeah, be self-conscious as much as you like, it will be a change from Tyr.

That won't stop me from laughing at you.

Even if I close the door because if Amandine hears that, I won't ever hear the end of it.

"A hickey ? Really ? Some girl I know couldn't contain herself or what ?"

And there he blushes. Eh eh. It's even funnier than teasing Tyr. Tyr is used to it by now.

"Please, not any further comments."

"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine. We have work to do anyway. But friendly advice, wear a turtleneck next time~"

He pouts. Someone didn't appreciate the friendly advice ?

"For a sex-averse aroace, you look strangely invested in this."

Yeah, I've made my real coming-out to a few of the cops. Those I could trust. Couldn't bear to be called gay any moment longer. It's not better, but at least those who understand understand, and as for the others... I would be called gay anyway, so.

"I just find it funny. And I have very sexual friends. Including your metamour. I think you know your girlfriend enough to understand what I've witnessed..."

Blushing again ! Damn, I haven't had this fun in ages.

"Alright, back to work. We have people to interrogate, today. You coming ?"

".... What ?"

Seriously ? He forgot ?

"The sect file, pretty boy. You're paired up with me for this investigation. or I'm paired up with you. Whatever."

"I didn't know...."

"Or you were so cloud-headed that you forgot. I did told you. Fine by me. I'll check if our witness has come, if not, I'll wait for you in my office anyway to pool our clues. See ya !"

I turn around, hand on the door. Can't open it, tho. I'm stopped by a hesitant voice, behind me.

"... Hey, Fenrir."

"What ? Wanna apologize for forgetting about our splendid partnership ?"

Silence.

"... I wanted to thank you, for. Well. A lot of things."

That.

Was unexpected.

I don't know how to react. And it may be a little awkward how I'm shifting my weight from foot to foot. But hey.

I guess I'm smiling.

"Bah. Don't mention it."

I think it's the first time in a long time

Someone thanked me for something.

I hear a laugh, behind me.

"Also, if you can drop the "pretty boy" nickname, I would appreciate it."

That's already more of my alley.

"So what should I call you ? Pretty girl ?"

He coughs, but I don't let him any second to retort. He'll tell me whatever if he wants to, anyway.

"Okay, if you have time for chatting, you have time to come with me. Com'on, let's go see if our witness has arrived."

"... Alright, fine. Who is it ?"

My smile gets wider.

"Iekaterina Le Patriote."

[yancherrysoda]

Wind God

This is inspired by @heyheydidjaknow​ Good Wine story so it’s a yandere Venti x reader.

She helped me with the tense shifts and gave advice on how to make this sound more creative, as it was previously very stiff and written as if it were an essay. I’m not a writer, but I really wanted to give my own take on this plot.

The image above was created using artbreeder. I tried my best to make it look like the Decarabian Tower.

Link to the original: Good Wine

Word count: 3.330

You woke up with a jolt, startled by the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. You blinked a few times and sat up, feeling a surge of panic as you realized you had no idea where you were or how you got there. Looking around you noticed you were lying inside some kind of tower surrounded by swirling air currents where huge rocks made up the area, and a semi-transparent platform with a strange teal seal engraved on it was underneath.

You scrambled to your feet, feeling dizzy and disoriented. The platform resembled glass and you felt as if it would shatter if you stayed on it any longer.

‘’Oh!’’ Someone spoke, breaking the silence. ‘’You’re awake. Are you okay? I didn’t expect you to recover so soon.’’

You cast a glance at the person in front of you; their calm demeanor distinctly contrasted with your current state of panic.

‘’What’s going on? Where am I?’’ You asked. ‘’What am I doing here?’’

Venti didn’t answer right away; his gaze fixed on you as he took in your puzzled expression. His features softened, and after a brief pause, he reached out his hand towards you. ‘’Please, let me explain.’’

You hesitantly eyed his outstretched hand, unsure whether to stay where you were or approach him. Despite having someone familiar next to you, you were still on high alert.

After taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. You grasped his hand and sat next to him, keeping your distance.

‘’I should begin by saying that I mean no harm to you. You’re a person who has a heart of gold, and I cherish you deeply. Your presence in my life has been nothing but joy so far. You’re kind, compassionate, and selfless. You’re empathetic to others' feelings, and you were always there for those in need,’’ he paused. ‘’You were always there for me.’’

The wind around you two got calmer the more he poured his feelings into words.

‘’I wonder if you’ve ever noticed this. Perhaps my behavior made it obvious, but I’m not human,’’ he said, turning to face the other way while fidgeting with his cape. ‘’I am the Anemo Archon; I have taken the form of a human to talk to people. I know it’s difficult to understand, but in all my years of existence, I’ve never felt this way before.’’ Pausing, he bit his lip and looked at you. ‘’Despite my divine nature, I am capable of emotions just as humans are. In other words, I caught feelings for you, and I can’t bear the thought of living without you.’’

Venti scooted closer to you and placed his hand on yours. ‘’There hasn’t been a single day when I haven’t thought of you.’’ His eyes showed that familiar sparkle that you had seen many times before. ‘’Do you remember that time at the cathedral trying to avoid Barbara by hiding behind the pillars? Or when I asked you to meet me at Windrise for a walk? You ran to hug me and we ended up tripping and falling into the pond.’’ He let out a laugh. ‘’We walked all the way to Starsnatch Cliff in our wet clothes just to look at the stars.’’ He looked at you, trying to meet your eyes. ‘’I’m grateful I got to meet and spend my time with such a wonderful person like you, YN.’’

You tried to process his words, but the weight of his confession was overwhelming.

‘’And you brought me here to tell me all of this?’’

He let out a deep sigh. ‘’I… I hope that at some point in your life you’ll end up feeling the same way about me, how I feel about you.’’ He extended his hand to caress your cheek. ‘’And with you here, I won’t have to worry about anybody else taking you away from me.’’ He continued. ‘’I am well aware that my actions are selfish—they even go against my very own principles. However… I couldn’t help but act upon them.’’ He looked at you. ‘’Tell me, YN, is it unethical for a God to have romantic feelings for a mortal?’’

You quickly stood up. You scanned your surroundings more carefully now that you were fully awake, but this place looked unlike anything you had ever seen before.

‘’Where are we?’’ You asked, your tone firm.

Venti tried to remain calm, lest you do something drastic.

‘’We’re in Old Mondstadt. Specifically, on the Decarabian Tower.’’ He answered, trying not to appear bothered by your constant pacing around the seal. ‘’I thought this would be the perfect place to have this conversation without anybody bothering us. Plus, the view up here is amazing, don’t you think?’’ He cast a glance at you, but judging by your expression, his attempt to lighten up the mood did not work.

You turned away from him and hugged yourself tightly, trying to alleviate the anxiety that had been building up inside you.

Venti stood up from the floor, his movements gentle and deliberate. He approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, making you shiver. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ He muttered. ‘’I would never have wished to make you feel this way.’’

You stood frozen, feeling a lump in your throat, unable to answer. Soon, tears stream down your face and fall on his sleeve, soaking it. He turned you around, placed his hand on the back of your head, and hugged you tighter before saying in a low voice, ‘’I love you, YN. I will do everything I can to make this work, to make you happy.’’ He promised. ‘’I swear on my own life I’ll do anything for you.’’

The tears continued to flow as you struggled to maintain your composure. You couldn’t understand why the remaining years of your short life had been ripped away so cruelly.

Venti stepped back, withdrawing himself from you. ‘’I’ve got to take care of some things; one of them is bringing your stuff here. I won’t be long; please wait for me.’’ He took your hand in his and squeezed it before he snapped his fingers. You felt a gust of wind that made you close your eyes instinctively, and after you opened them, he was gone, leaving tiny feathers behind.

‘’Fuck.’’ You cursed under your breath in frustration as you wiped your tears.

-

Looking around the tower, you noticed there wasn’t just one wind barrier surrounding it but several of varying sizes that seemed to have space between them. You still had the wind glider with you, which gave you an idea; perhaps you could use it to escape the tower. After you got it out, you grabbed onto one of the tower’s pillars and looked down. There didn’t appear to be a bottom to this tower; regardless, if you were to fall, you definitely would not survive this.

With all your courage, you ran and tried to glide through between two wind barriers, but you immediately panicked as the wind glider was violently shaken. After several minutes of battle and when you felt the exhaustion take over your body, somehow, you finally ended up on the other side of the barrier. When you landed on one of the ruins, you saw just how damaged the surroundings were. It looked like an abandoned village but on a larger scale. With the wind glider still behind your back, you carefully descended even further. Once down, you frantically looked around for a way out.

The crumbling remnants lay spread across the landscape, a haunting reminder of a past era. Nature had begun to reclaim what was once grand and imposing, as vines made their way through cracks in the weathered stones. The overgrown foliage scratched at your skin, and the fallen debris threatened to trip you up with every step you took.

You noticed a path that led out of the ruins and follow it without hesitation, hoping it will bring you to freedom. As you moved through the crumbling structures, the air became heavy with an eerie silence. The vibrant sounds of life were absent and replaced by the faint rustling of leaves and the echo of your footsteps, amplifying the feeling of solitude and isolation.

Just as you were becoming accustomed to the silence, a crack of thunder rang out once again. Startled, you continued along the path, but were soon confronted by a ruin guard.

Quickly hiding behind a fallen pillar, you peeked out and saw it walk past you. It seemed to be unaware of your presence, its footsteps fading into the distance. You tried to steady your breathing and calm your racing heart as you used this time to look around for a way out. Luckily, you spotted a cave that was situated very high up. The foliage on the boulders could be used to climb up to it.

You thought you were safe as you darted from one ruin to another, but the ruin guard locked on to you. You heard a loud and ominous beeping before the machine fired missiles at you, leaving you no chance of survival.

Feeling a strong gust of wind surround you, you are met with Venti’s form materializing between you and the machine. He was preventing the projectiles from reaching you both by creating a wind barrier. They eventually exploded on the barrier, dispersing debris and dust around. Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized the danger you narrowly avoided.

You saw him move his hand in a slashing motion, successfully splitting the ruin guard in two like it was butter with the help of the wind.

He turned around to face you, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration. ‘’How did you get down here? What were you thinking? I told you to wait for me!’’ Venti tried very hard to maintain his composure, but he ended up yelling at you. ‘’I could have lost you!’’ You felt his arms wrap tightly around you, his grip almost desperate.

You pushed him away and shouted, your voice filled with anger. ‘’What was I thinking? What were you thinking when you brought me here? Trapping me against my will, isolating me from the rest of the world? Do you think I will show gratitude for saving me right now?’’

Thunder rumbles yet again, and the rain begins to pour heavily, drenching the desolate ruins. You backed away and ran towards the boulders beneath the cave, but another wind barrier stopped you.

‘’Let me take you back.’’ He spoke.

You simply walked around the barrier and approached the foliage on the boulders as you attempted to climb up, but were pushed back by the wind. Rage welled up inside you as you realized that escape was futile. How does one escape from a God?

As you struggle to get up to your feet, the rain continues to fall, soaking the ground beneath you. Despite the powerful winds summoned by the Anemo Archon to impede your escape, your determination remains unshaken. You lock eyes with him, a mix of defiance and resilience in your gaze.

‘’YN…’’ Venti’s voice is pleading. He moved closer and reached out a hand to help you up, but you moved away from him while you were still on the ground, supporting your body on your elbows.

‘’I won’t let you take me back,’’ you stated firmly. ‘’I won’t be confined by you. This is not the life I desire or deserve.’’

The wind howls around you, mirroring Venti’s internal conflict. His gaze pleads for you to give in. Seeing as you are not up for negotiation, he withdraws his hand with a heavy sigh and takes a step forward.

As you pushed yourself up from the ground, you immediately took off running in a different direction. However, he quickly caught up with you and now stood in front of you, which caused you to trip and fall backward.

‘’Let’s go back, please? It’s raining a lot. You will end up catching a cold.’’ He attempted to lift you by grabbing your hand, but you pushed him away.

‘’I fucking hate you!’’ You screamed. You tried to make sense of your surroundings, as they now appeared blurry. ‘’We were friends; we had a good relationship. Why did you have to ruin it?’’ A shuddering filled your chest, and a choked wheeze escaped your throat. ‘’Why? Why did you do this? You want me to love you back? What cost you to try and build that sort of relationship with me the normal way?’’ While you yelled, you caught sight of a stone that looked like an arrowhead lay on the ground.

He tried to approach you once more, and without thinking, you grabbed the stone and stabbed him in the shoulder with as much force as you could. Venti breathed in sharply and stumbled a couple of steps back as the arrowhead pierced his shoulder.

‘’Do not approach me.’’ You spat.

He pulled on the protruding part of the arrowhead and got it out, causing some blood to spill onto the ground.

You tried to move away from him with your elbows as you were still on the ground. They started to bruise, and your arms eventually gave out, which caused your body to fall on your back. You felt completely exhausted.

As you lifted your head, you noticed Venti come closer to you while he held his wounded shoulder. Your vision became too blurry at this point. You quickly became lightheaded and passed out.

-

You opened your eyes, feeling a dull ache in your head. You grunted as you lifted your arm and placed it on your head. You tried to lift yourself by propping yourself on your elbows, but felt someone ease you back onto the pillow and kiss your forehead.

‘’You shouldn’t get up so quickly. You’ll pass out again.’’ Venti insisted.

‘’What are you doing?’’ You asked, your voice hoarse from screaming earlier.

He went back to the end of the bed and carefully wrapped the bandage around your knee, then cut the excess with scissors. ‘’Taking care of your injuries.’’

Disregarding his advice, you lift yourself and sit up. You reach out to your knee and feel the bandage around it. As you do so, you also notice your bandaged elbows. ‘’Why? I tried to—‘’ The room spun around you, your head felt heavy and your vision went fuzzy for a few seconds, almost pushing you to the side if it weren’t for Venti catching you right away.

‘’What did I tell you? You’re not listening to me.’’

You gripped his shirt while trying to sit up straight to regain your balance. ‘’I tried to kill you.’’ You finally said.

‘’So you did.’’

‘’Then why are you helping me?’’

He laid you down for a moment, took a glass from the table beside the bed and poured water into it from a jar before he helped you up again and handed it to you. ‘’Isn’t it obvious? Loving someone implies caring for them.’’

As you drank the water, you looked at his bloody shirt. He noticed your attention fixed on his shoulder. ‘’It’s fine. Injuring me with such a lame weapon has barely any impact on my vessel.’’ He furrowed his eyebrows. ‘’That said, I hope you’ll refrain from trying anything like that again in the future.’’

‘’I can’t promise anything.’’

Venti sighed and then looked at your bandaged knee, elbows, and the Band-Aid on your cheek, nodded in approval and stood up, taking with him the first aid kit that he had brought to patch you up.

‘’Where are we this time?’’ You asked him, placing the empty glass on the table.

‘’We are in a house that’s in a realm separated from the outside world. Things like time and weather work a little differently here.’’ He put the bandages and scissors inside the box and continued. ‘’It’s called the Serenitea Pot; I’m sure you heard of it. It was given to me a while ago by an old friend. I didn’t have a use for it before, but I certainly do now. ‘’He explained. ‘’I planned to bring you here anyway, but I thought it would be best to begin our conversation where we first started to explain who I was. I figured it would help you connect the dots faster.’’

You got up from the bed and looked around. It was a small bedroom with a twin bed and two nightstands on either side. There were two windows, one behind the bedpost and another next to it. A rectangular desk with a potted plant, candles, and books on top was beneath the second window. The bed and desk were separated by a yellow changing screen, creating an illusion of two distinct room sections. You also spotted a fancy ottoman at the foot of the bed, a wardrobe a few steps away, and the exit door next to it.

‘’This place is safe. You are free to roam around the house and even go outside. I took the time to decorate it in a way that I thought you would like. ‘’Venti’s speech caught you off guard, making you jump. ‘’You can’t leave this realm without my assistance. It has everything you need. I will bring more things from the outside world for decoration as time goes on.’’ He smiled at you.

You walked up to the window and leaned against the desk beneath it. It looked like you were located on an island, and the house seemed to be on a small hill.

‘’I’ll go change and then prepare you some food.’’ He gestured to the door. ‘’It’s been a while since you last ate anything. You can use the shower after eating. There’s one on this floor, right in front of your room, or you could use the one in mine that’s upstairs.’’ He winked at you.

You reached for the vase.

‘’Alright, alright.’’ He held his hands up. ‘’Let’s not resort to violence again…’’

He then exited the room, giving you some peace a quiet. You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts before you returned your gaze to the room. You couldn’t deny that Venti put effort into making a comfortable space for you, but you weren’t happy about being imprisoned here.

You walked over to the wardrobe and opened it to find a variety of clothes arranged inside. They were all your clothes, neatly folded and hung.

After a brief inspection of the wardrobe, you then crossed the room to the desk beneath the window. The books that adorned its surface drew your attention. You took one book and flipped through its pages, discovering that it was a collection of short stories by various authors. It was a wise choice on Venti’s part to provide you with intellectual stimulation and entertainment.

Next, you decided to go outside after a few moments of exploration and stepped out of the exit door onto a stone pathway that led down the hill. It was surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. The hill was full of cedar and birch trees that filtered the sunlight through the leaves, casting a glow around the entire area. One would say this could be the place of your dreams, and you would have been content with staying here if it wasn’t for the situation you were in.

You deviated from the pathway to go lower down the hill and reached the sea surrounding the island. The view was breathtaking, with crystal clear water stretching out as far as the eye could see. There was no sign of other land, so there was no way for you to leave. Not that it would matter anyway, considering you were separated from the outside world.