#that's what you get for breaking tradition

[shoukokus]

Beautiful day/night (or afternoon) may I request how the overblot characters in twisted wonderland would react to s/o culture clothing? (For example: spanish people have those beautiful colorful traditional spanish dress)

I tried not to make it too specific, so as to not exclude anyone!

Riddle Rosehearts

He firsts sees your cultural clothing while attending a ball in his hometown

It was just for a couple of days, and everyone in Heartslyabul was invited, Deuce, Trey, and Cater were there too. Ace didn't want to go to a stupid event

It took you all day to get ready, and Riddle was beyond curious why you were being so secretive

But when you finally came down the stairs, your stunning garb on display, Riddle knew it was worth the wait

When you explain the significance of your outfit, he's very touched

You waited all this time to wear something so important to you, for an event important to Riddle? Someone hold him, he's about to start crying in the ballroom

Leona Kingscholar

When his family invited him home for a long weekend, the only thing that would make it tolerable would be your presence

He said something about some fancy dinner party really offhandedly, and you came up with an idea to make even THAT fun for Leona Kingscholar

Outside of your room in his palace, he waits for you, tugging at the tie you gave him for some reason

When you come out, ready for the dinner, it all clicks into place. His tie matches your outfit and its colors. But more than that? You look incredible

He smirks as he twirls you around a little, eyeing all the details and any skin that's showing....

You tell him that you wanted to make a good impression, to be proud of your history and culture like his family is... Well, let's just say he's thinking about how to mix those two cultures

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had potential investors coming to visit, and he was unbelievably nervous the night before

He was pacing, and triple checking all his accounts and even the freshly pressed suit laid out

He reminded you multiple times to have your own outfit ready, and you would assure him every time, don't worry... you got this

When Floyd and Jade escort you into his office a few hours before the event, he looks up and nearly breaks his pen in half

You look incredible! He stands and sputters as he compliments you. How did he get so lucky?! Where were you hiding this? It looks amazing on you and perfectly goes with your features

When you tell him the significance, he starts tearing up. He hugs you, whispering how much he appreciates you and the mindfulness you always give him

Jamil Viper

You and Jamil are having a cozy night in when the topic of cultures came up

With your full attention, Jamil tells you about the Scalding Sands and the society he grew up in

When the topic of clothes come up, you get excited, an opportunity presenting itself

You tell him to wait for just a little bit as you run to your room. He waits curiously until you finally come back

Your attire has been changed and Jamil is stunned. You look amazing!

He watches you with loving, soft eyes as you explain all the details of the outfit and what they mean

Vil Schoenheit

It was the first major event that Vil had invited you too, and the desperation to make it a good experience was palpable

A simple luncheon was surely like the jungle in Vil's world... but he was insistent that you could wear something simple yet elegant

With your cultural clothing, you decided to take the chance

Of course you would need Vil's approval so you invited him over the day before

When he enters your room and sees you inspecting yourself in the mirror, he's immediately entranced. What wonderful colors on you, how it works with your figure and features...

Telling him that it's from your culture, he's not surprised. Of course it would look perfect on you! With a kiss on the head, it is officially Vil approved

Idia Shroud

Idia finally wants to take your relationship to the next level... By showing off his costume collection!!

He has outfits from all sorts of different shows, movies, and games. It may seem silly, but they're very important to him

So the next day, you decide to reciprocate in a similar way

You invite him over for the usual game and snack night, but when he opens the door, he's greeted by you in a new, brilliant outfit

He thinks it's amazing, but is unclear on what it means. When you explain that you wanted to show him care in your own way, his hair turns a light pink

You.. showed him your important clothes in response to his important clothes? Yeah, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

Malleus Draconia

Malleus had just bought you a ton of new clothes. It's not unusual for him to go buying up things for you when the impulse strikes

This time he had been thinking about how wonderful you'd look in some traditional Briar Valley clothing, and then... nine outfits happened

When it all arrives, an impromptu fashion starts as you try everything on to test sizes and styles

He's helping you sort through everything and hang things up when he spots an outfit he's never seen before

You tell him that it's the only change of clothes you came to Twisted Wonderland with, that it was important to your culture and meant a lot, but just hadn't the time or reason to wear it

Immediately demands to see it, and you agree. When you come out looking like the sun itself, he pulls you close and promises to keep your heritage alive and well

Requests are open!

[juchioris]

No Yandere Simulator: Undine Eisner

(excuse the traditional art, I don't have the digital drawing skill, lol)

I'm sending Undine out to play with the neighbours' kids!

Category: Potential Rival - will investigate murders and murder attempts (turns up after murder and failed attempt) - will try to protect everyone (after failed murder attempt: guards the intended victim, no matter who it is) - will intervene in fights if she comes across them (tries to stop the fight, so no one gets injured/killed) - will try to stop a murder attempt, if she walks in on it (fights the attacker and tries to capture them) - will sneak/run away, if someone has a gun (Undine knows what she's made of and that she can't win against that)

In this AU, she moved with her family from Germany to whereever this school is, while her friends stayed back in Germany, so she is on her own at this school (still in contact with them though). Her family is actually political very right and hates foreigners, so they also hate to be foreigners, but one parent got such a great job opportunity here, you know: money. At any rate, Undine tries to be a "good" foreigner and "integrate" (assimilate). So, she prefers to get into fights (only with "bad guys" who "deserve it", of course) after school, to not be bad at school by breaking the rule against fighting there.

Other "values" taught at home are racism and queerphobia. With the bad influence of her parents instead of the good influence of her friends, Undine believes in these "values" much more. By mouthing off about her outdated and cruel points of view, Undine has ruined her own reputation at this school.

Her desire to be heroic and popular (even stronger in this AU) is constantly thwarted by herself. It's not just that she ends up discriminating students in her mindset to look down on differences to put herself higher, she also comes across as annoying, ignorant and patronizing when she tries to help people with little daily struggles (because there are so little big stuggles at this lame, mundane school).

While it is unclear, if Jade really has a romantic interest in Undine (as rumour has it), he is certainly interested in the contradiction between her heroic kindness and her villainous rude side and the resulting "entertaining behaviour". Undine is curious, if the rumour is true, but won't ask Jade outright. She wouldn't risk to get rejected by someone she doesn't even have a crush on. Goes against her pride.

In an AU, where she is not at a disadvantage with others having magic, but she herself not, Undine is pretty strong. She won't admit it, but her motivation to get stronger in the Martial arts club isn't just her wish to be heroic and save people, but also her less heroic lust for power (which physical strength is).

Her close friends call her "Dini" - but she doesn't have any close friends at this school. Undine has some kind of frivalry with Yuu Quinn (OC of @vvyvernicus), where they hang out together because most other people avoid them due to bad reputation, but they bicker and mock each other most of the time and Undine has the immature need to compete with Yuu Quinn over every little thing. But yeah, Undine does care about Yuu Quinn, so if anyone does something bad to her - it's personal and Undine will come for this bad guy with extra rage.

I hope Undine isn't too problematic with her discriminatory ways, but I thought if murder is okay, then her misdeeds should not be too hardcore for the AU. Undine can change and learn to be a better person - with some good-influence-friends, patience and learning from mistakes it's possible, even in this AU.

No Yandere Simulator ? (TWST AU)

AU Information:

This AU takes place similar to Yandere Sim but with Twisted Wonderland but Taro is Azul and Ayano is Quartz. Her goal is to eliminate… AZUL ASHENGROTTO. Yeah, her goal is actually to kill Azul and NOT the rivals. The rivals being your OCs/sonass and they have to protect Azul from Quartz and her dumb elimination plans.

More info on Quartz + Tweels info

Q&A for OCs!!!

This is an AU just for fun!! lol I just had a silly idea. Here’s a template if you wanna make your own oc into the AU (rival or not)

ALSO THEY DONT KNOW IT'S QUARTZ bc she's just a nobody girl

Bro you can tell I was hella lazy with Azul idk he’s too much

Rival List:

Romeo by @skrimpyskimpy

Shuu by @oya-oya-okay

Chiyo by @inotonline

Sable by @twsted-void

Jovie by @jovieinramshackle

Finn by @thehollowwriter

NPC/Non-Rival List:

Elfie by @quartzelfgf

Higashikuramori Shin by @liyuviq

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Rizy by @rizdoodls

Yuuki by @theolivetree123

Joseph by @readsrandomstuff67

Yuubeni by @bunniehunn

Yuya by @cheerleaderman

Shuu and Silly by @sillybillymillyrilly

Superstar!! By @imafrealinrainbow478484

Viz (Vizzie) by @twistedwonderlandshenanigans

Yuhua by @distant-velleity

Nyx by @blackcat101

Gia by @ramshacklerumble

Yuuko by @silkkorchid

Moch by @thatsadguymochi

Faye by @faerieluvss

Yukana by @babyghoul138

Antoinette by @antoinettedoodles

AJ by @karamatsuboy-aj

Evelyuu by @h0neybane

Paloma and Hydris by @mhedusard

(Let me know if I made a mistake lol)

[kiame-sama]

MALLEUS’S GREAT GRANDMOTHER IS ALIVE???? Poor reader is NOT getting a break the moment she steps foot on Brior valley soil LMAO

Also the way you wrote “rook’s ENTIRE family” scared me ngl because god damn I bet he has a large ass family 💀

I can see Cater’s sister’s dressing up reader like a doll like 25 times in one day

The moment Kalim’s family meets the human, reader comes out with new golden jewelry due to the al-asim family gifting her so many like I can just see it now

Malefica and Maleficent are two different dragons. Malefica is his grandmother. Maleficent is his Great Grandmother. Maleanor (his mother) was killed. Malleus is thinking of names that start with 'Malle' or 'Male' for his and the Human's young to keep up the naming tradition (Mallechite for example). That is three Dragons who want to keep the Human, pray the Human never visits Briar Valley because that is three Dragons who see the Human as their Hoard (Given Malleus is part of Malefica's hoard as her grandson, and both are part of Maleficent's Hoard as her descendants) since Hoards among dragon families often overlap. Those Dragons are not letting go of the Human EVER. Practically attached at the hip, especially Maleficent and Malleus. Malleus because that is HIS Human and Maleficent because she misses her Humans.

Rook comes from a large family as he is a Drider and can have several dozen hatchlings if the eggs all survive. Rook is the 8th of 10 siblings. Not to mention his uncles and aunts who have their own families. His siblings are constantly bugging him for details despite the fact he didn't talk with them very much before the Human due to how much his family likes to spread out and live in different places. It is not uncommon for a Hunt to randomly leave home in search of their fixation, but Rook bringing the Human back home to his parents may be the first time the ENTIRE family comes together. They are all almost vibrating with how excited they are. There will be squabbles between siblings over the Human, who is actively hiding under Rook.

Cater has two older sisters, and he is the only Nymph of his family that chose to be male (as Nymphs have no set gender and simply choose what resonates most with them). They will happily use the Human as a dress up doll since cay-cay doesn't like being the doll. They are all Lake Water Nymphs but his sisters have more lake green hair. Cater's two Mothers will adore the Human and will praise their son for finding such a cute little thing. The sisters will ensure they get their fair share of time with the Human, they kay even kick Cater out of dress-up time and this will upset him deeply.

The Al-Asim are attempting to seal a marriage contract between Kalim and the Human, especially after Kalim's father learns Kalim granted a wish for the Human and somehow they didn't die from it. He believes this granted wish is an answer to his prayers and will give any wealth to secure the two in matrimony. Want gemstones? You get gemstones. Want a fancy new car? You get a fancy new car. Want a Diamond lamp (that totally isn't being planned as your and Kalim's child's lamp?) Please, take it! They would rather you have it on hand for reasons. Doesn't matter the Human's gender, Genies can successfully have young with ANYONE regardless of gender or fertility. They want another Al-Asim.

[bellamoooon]

A/N: So…Patrick’s sister, this was supposed to be shorter but I uh…I got carried away, enjoy anyway!! <33

As patricks sister, you always understood the dynamic; Patrick is the overprotective annoying older brother and you are the nerdy—he says— younger sister.

So obviously, growing up with him was an interesting experience to say the least.

Before going to MRTA, he’d usually bring his friends over after school, and of course you being the pretty little thing you are, they’d always joke around about how Patrick’s sister was hot, (literally average twelve year old when they see any female) and well Patrick, Patrick was pissed, so this is when the golden rule—he calls it— came in.

Patrick’s sister is off-limits.

Which eventually stopped being a big deal when he left for MRTA, since you’d only see him for holidays and breaks, and you didn’t really get to meet any of his friends.

Then Art comes into Patrick’s life; Bunkmates since they were twelve, both in their first year away from home.

For the first summer break, Patrick left to go to your family’s lake house with you and your parents, and Art went back home to visit his nana, he knew his parents would most likely be away working—as per usual.

But he actually finds out that his nana had already been sent to a retirement home 15 minutes out of his home town, so he visited every couple of days during that summer even though his nana kept telling him, “Artie, you don’t have to visit an antique like me, go be a kid, enjoy your summer” however he insisted in staying around her to keep company.

So when they get back, Patrick “loud mouth” Zweig rants to Art about his summer, and Art simply nods thinking about how he’d most likely stay in the academy next summer, not like he had much to go back to at home.

Fast forward a couple of months, it’s Christmas; Art is helping Patrick pack last minute when there’s a knock at the door, then they hear a feminine voice.

“Come on dickwad, mom and dad are waiting in the car”

Patrick groaned as he started to shove his things into his bag, then looking back at art as he folded some of Patrick’s shirts.

“Hey, Donaldson, mind getting the door? It’s my fuck ass sister” he said casually as he grabbed the shirts from Art.

“Sure” Art mumbled not thinking much, only trying to imagine a female Patrick behind the door, seeing as he’s never met you, so there he goes, he opens the door and finds—not a female Patrick— but the prettiest girl he’d seen just standings there in the most angelic way.

“Hey…?”

“Art, it’s uh— my name is Art” he’s stumbling over his own words in the stupidest way possible.

“What kind of name is Art? Are you like an Arthur or something?” He cringes internally but before he can answer Patrick pushes past him.

“It’s just Art, leave him alone, he’s my best friend, only I can make fun of him, find one yourself, kid” Patrick speaks as he walks out the door with his things then turns to Art, “going home for Christmas, Donny?”

Art despised that nickname, the tips of his ears went red as his whole face flushed, but he shook his head.

“My parents said they won’t be able to make for Christmas and I— I don’t want to worry my nana so…” he said shyly and a bit disappointed but, they were the same parents that had forgotten his birthday a year ago and days later brought a cake that said ��happy 14th birthday” when he was turning 12.

“Awe…that sucks man, I’ll talk to my parents, you can tag along with us to our lake house next summer”

And that’s how the tradition all started, every summer, Art would spend it with Patrick’s parents, you and Patrick at the lake house, which gave him enough time to catch a little something his nana called a Lovebug, essentially, his was crushing hard.

But of course, there was the golden rule— totally off-limits.

And Art was…fine with it, it’s not like you’d ever like him back, he was probably just “Patrick’s quiet best friend” to you.

Little did he know…

Then fast forward a couple years later, coincidentally, you would also be going to Stanford without actually knowing Art had already been there for a year.

And Stanford was full of frat parties, Halloween costume parties and in general, any party within a 10 mile radius.

And you, pretty little freshman had been invited to a frat party by one of the juniors in your econ class, and I mean, you can’t be rude, right? You have to go.

So, you do.

You wind up in a frat house with a shit ton of people, some cigarette smoke and, a whole bunch of red disposable cups, so why not grab one, what’s the worst thing it could have in it, beer probably?

Wrong.

Something that to you tasted exactly what rubbing alcohol smelled like, so it goes straight from the cup to your mouth then back to the cup as you cringe letting out a single dry cough.

“You alright there?” A gentle voice popped up from behind you, familiar but you couldn’t quite tell, but as you turn there he is; Art fucking Donaldson. With a backwards red Stanford cap and a grey Stanford hoodie.

Oh.

“Oh— Art…hey” you chuckle softly still smelling the mysterious alcohol from your mouth.

“This isn’t quite your scene, huh?” He spoke as he took a sip from his cup with that goddamn side smirk of his.

“Yeah— no, I mean, I’ve been to parties, fun, fun parties. And this, this is so my scene” you rambled nervously, it was already embarrassing enough you, a freshman was at a frat party with a pretty floral skirt and a crochet sweater.

“Really? Oh…then have fun, fun girl” he laughed as he lifted his cup a bit towards you to then walk away.

Fuck it. You were gonna get wasted.

And so, that you did; Somehow ending up in just a soaked tank top, a soaked skirt, hair dripping water and, squeaky wet shoes as you stumbled out of the pool from the backyard.

“Hey, watch it—“ Art turned as he felt your body bump against his, “oh it’s you, fun girl.” He giggled as he saw you, clearly too drunk to even know what was going on, and he could’ve just laugh it off and get back to the party, but Art wasn’t like that, and specially not to you, you’re such a pretty little thing all wasted and soaked past midnight, plus, you were Patrick’s sister. He had to.

So he said his goodbyes and grabbed you as you both walked out of the frat to go back to campus.

“So tell me, miss Zweig, how does one, as drunk as you, not drown in a pool?” He said as he saw you hold onto his arm for dear life trying not to trip, which might have just dug up something he had buried years ago.

“Y’know, im fun, and this is so my people” you said looking up at him—just barely— as you let out a hiccup.

He blushed as he heard it, clearly it was your first time getting drunk drunk, adding on to the wet hair and your shivering body,

“Right, fun girl, my bad” he chuckled “come on you’re shivering, here” he pulled his hoodie off as he handed it to you, “can’t let you catch a cold, how else will you go to your next party, miss fun girl”

“Thank you, Artie.” You said as you grabbed the hoodie sliding it over your head feeling the warmth it carried from Arts body, accompanied by the faint smell of his cologne.

Meanwhile, Art was feeling like his spine had just been ripped out; Artie.

You hadn’t called him that since the summers at the lake house, where he had attempted and failed to forget his crush on you.

“Yeah— I uh…yeah” he blushed even harder as he fumbled his words not knowing how to react.

You just shut your eyes and breathed in the scent of his cologne to then open them up, there you were, doe eyed looking at him, in his hoodie, hair soaked as you unconsciously made it harder for him to be a good friend to Patrick, he felt horrible.

Not only did the disgusting thought of wanting to fuck you against his jeep popped into his head, this is Patrick’s sister he’s fantasizing about.

“Come on— I uh, I gotta get you back on campus” he cleared his throat as he looked away avoiding your stare.

“You’re no fun anymore, Artie…” a pout made itself present as you took a step closer, your hands landing on his shoulders, “come on, Donny…”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“Patrick would kill me, you know that.”

“I won’t tell”

He wasn’t proud of himself for turning back to look at you, but you were just so pretty, lucky he didn’t have a boner, if he hadn’t given you the hoodie to cover your very visible nipples against the tank top, he’d probably have you bent over his cars hood.

“I really— I can’t…” he mumbled, his face inches away from yours, noses brushing against each other.

“You sure?” You whispered as you stared down at his lips, “not just this once?”

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, well…there goes his willpower, he was in too deep already.

Next thing he knows, you’re riding him in the backseat of his car, all flushed, tits out, him whimpering as he dug his fingers into your hips holding on for dear life throwing his head back, and windows all fogged up.

Yeah, he was so screwed.

He will most definitely be breaking the golden rule for…well, let’s just say it’s not a one time thing.

[giddyfatherchris]

Hi there, I was wondering what bangchan would be like dating a bookworm? Like would he like being read to? or he enjoys listening about the stories you've read.

hii!

oooh this is one is so good!!! 🎀 as a bookworm myself i have thooooughts on this and i feel like chan would absolutely love being with someone who’s book obsessed…

‧ ୨୧ ‧ since he's a busy guy who is always focused on work, new ideas and projects i think he would love for you to read close to him. the kind of thing where you're both doing your own stuff but close to one another. when working at home he would def text you or come and pout about you needing to come read next to him while he's working. he would tuck you in a blanket, make sure you're all comfortable and give you a quick kiss before going back to his own thing. he would also love to take little breaks and come sit next to you so you can tell him all about the book you're reading. he would love to see your eyes light up with excitment and get in your own little world as you tell him everything about it.

‧ ୨୧ ‧ i think the reading to him thing would come later, kind of as a surprise that this is something he actually enjoy and can even be beneficial for him. it would probably happen when his insomnia is acting up and it's 3:00am and sleep is not an option to him. you'd find him on the couch, working on his computer, sleep bags under his eyes. ofc he would try to get you back to bed and apologize for waking you up but no no you wouldn't want to hear it because poor baby:( insomnia is a really lonely sleep disorder. so no leaving him alone. you would come back with blankets, your glasses and a book in hand. "sometimes when i can't sleep i pick up my book and it helps me... so i thought it might work for you too." he would smile very big and wide and pull you closer "that's very sweet babe but i'm afraid i'm not that much of a reader" "i know, that's why i'm going to read it to you. i picked that book i told you about and you seemed to like." then, because he is a big ol' softy his heart would squeeze and tighten in his chest at this pure demonstration of love. you would cuddle real close with him laying between your legs, head resting on your chest. he'd pull the blankets up close and settle in to listen to the soothing sound of your voice until the next thing he knows... it's 10am and you're both still on the couch, book on your chest, your glasses askew on your nose and he wouldn't believe it worked and he fell asleep!! he would wake you up with lots of kisses and silly grins because he. fell. asleep. !!! he'd call you a magician and cook you breakfast to thank you :3 i think it would then become a tradition for the two of you and he’d even start listening to audiobooks because ofc he doesn’t want you awake every night to read him books!! (even though he frickin loves it)

all in all, i think chan would loooove having a bookworm partner :3

(pictures are not mine. credit to the owner!)

[bouquetface]

Vedic Observations 12

Accuracy influenced by the entire chart. Reading for only a few placements will never give the full story, the chart must be read as a whole for accuracy. take this as learner's info + entertainment.

Rahu in 9th House

The person can create their own belief/religious/moral system. They may respect and understand traditional belief's but they have their twist on how they interpret it. Rahu is the unconventional so this person's belief system will not be shared by most around them.

Rahu in 9th aspects 1st H, Rahu creates illusions and fogs up one's understanding of their purpose and self. Finding yourself takes time. This placement is unlikely to be the type of person who knew what they wanted to do from a young and actually proceed to do it. They have obstacles and confusion in finding themselves.

Rahu in 9th H aspects 5th H, this suggests your children could be unique in some way. If Venus is debilitated in D7, the children may be disabled. You could have a surprise/unplanned pregnancy occur. You could have a miscarriage shocking you. Something unconventional occurs in regard to what you create/your children. You could encounter deceptive romantic partners too.

This suggests foreign travel however Rahu is malefic. I've noticed they can have hardship in foreign places. They can have hardship in finishing higher education too. Often, this placement will try their best to seek higher education - formally or informally.

Rahu is a rebel, 9th H deals with the Law in certain cases this gives someone with loose morals. ex: criminals. This placement can find ways to justify their wrongdoings using religion or other corrupt thinking. ex: someone who discriminates and uses God as excuse for their ignorance. Or someone who breaks the law but thinks it's okay because they've had a hard life.

Rahu aspects the 3rd House when in 9th H. The relationship with siblings can become distant at some point. In extreme cases, you can have a sibling die before old age. You can have unique thinking possibly corrupt and/or obsessive thinking.

There may be something unconventional about your father. Depending on the entire chart, the father can be a loser in society or very strict with you. How this manifests will vary - ex: father is of a different religion, father has a unique career, father is foreign from your mother, father is not conforming to the father/masculine role, etc. Your father or his side of the family may live in foreign lands.

For better or for worse, your life/future is majorly dependent on your father and his side of the family. If they are loving and supportive, you will do well. If they don't, you will struggle a lot. They can make your life Hell.

Jupiter in 11th House

Jupiter aspects 3rd, 5th and 7th house from the 11th H. Unless Jupiter is debilitated, it can provide blessings to these houses. Accuracy is dependent on entire chart tho. If these houses have debilitated or malefics in them, you may not see any blessings - however the hardships are unlikely to be worst case scenario.

Aquarius Moon

Feeling like an outsider. Being an outsider. Finding it hard to relate to others. People find it hard to relate to you - some people hate what they can't understand.

I've noticed often aqua moon celebs get comments describing them as "depressing" "monotone" + get jokingly accused of being an alien.

Aqua moons get 1 of 2 reactions when first getting to know someone - ppl are fascinated by them or ppl are weirded out by them. The entire chart will influence the exact experience for each person.

Repressed emotions. Delayed emotional reaction - they can experience something difficult, refuse to think/process it until much later. They'll become an emotional wreck (usually in secret) when everyone else has moved on. Lonely & isolating moon sign.

Parents Appearance:

4th House & 9th House can correlate to physical traits of your mother & father.

ex: Saturn Aqua 4th H - this person’s mom is very tall. Cancer Mars 9th H - their father is shorter than their mother.

Early Death of Parents:

9th H in vedic shows father. This person has 9th H ruler (Jupiter) conjunct Ketu in Natal. At age 11, they had their Jupiter/Ketu dasha+bhukti period. Their father died.

This person has Moon conjunct Ketu. At age 5, this person had their Moon/Ketu dasha+bhukti period. Their mom died.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

hey, so i have a carlos x desi!reader idea:

where she's his race engineer and they both have a crush on each other but don't know how to confess. After Carlos wins the Mexican GP, instead of celebrating it, he stays back at the paddock to spend time with her and asks her about what plans she has for the three week break they're getting. She tells him she's going to India because of Diwali (since diwali began after mexican gp this year) and asks him if he wants to join. He agrees thinking it's a perfect opportunity to confess to her and later after two days, they leave to go to India. On the day of Diwali, when he sees her wearing traditionals (a lehenga) for the first time, he's awestruck and they confess to each other and kiss under the fireworks.

bonus: her family members are secretly watching all this happy for her and later on reveal to carlos about how much she used to talk about him all the time

greatest victory *ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆

♡ cs x desi!reader ༝��༝༚

♡ fluff ༝༚༝༚

masterlist ☾☼

carlos sainz stepped out of his ferrari after a thrilling win at the mexican grand prix, the roar of the crowd still in his ears. he waved to the fans and celebrated with the team, but his mind was not on champagne showers or the podium photos. instead, it lingered on his race engineer—you.

you had been his steady guide through every lap, every corner, and every pit stop. your voice over the radio was his anchor, but of late, it had become much more. the teasing banter during strategy meetings, the way your eyes lit up when discussing race data—carlos couldn't help but notice.

after the celebrations slowed down, carlos lingered in the paddock. the rest of the team had headed to the hospitality suite, but he stayed behind, his heart pounding as he approached you. you were sitting at the engineering station, watching the data displays intently, the glow of the screen highlighting your face.

"hey," he said, resting softly against the desk.

you looked up, surprised and smiling. "hey. what are you doing here? you should be celebrating your victory."

he shrugged his shoulders, grinning boyishly. "i wanted to speak to you first."

your face grew warm. "what for?"

"the three-week break," he said, feigning carelessness, his heart racing at the same time. "you have any plans?"

you paused for a moment, then confessed, "i'm going to india for diwali. it's a big festival, and my family's really excited to celebrate together this year."

carlos's eyes lit up. "diwali? the festival with all the lights and fireworks, right? i remember you telling me about it,"

you nodded, a quiet smile on your lips. "that's the one. want to join?" it was a joke, but carlos's swift reply took you by surprise.

"i'd love to," he said, his voice sincere. "if that's alright with you and your family."

your heart skipped a beat. "of course. they'd love to meet you."

two days later, you and carlos boarded a flight to india. he was excited and slightly nervous; he did not know the customs yet was very eager to experience everything with you. the long journey gave both of you time to discuss family, your childhood, and the things you enjoy doing during diwali. carlos listened with wide eyes, his admiration for you growing with each new story you shared.

diwali day finally arrived, and your house was buzzing with activity. the house was decorated with oil lamps, colorful rangoli designs, and the mouthwatering aroma of festive treats filled the air. carlos had been an enthusiastic participant since he arrived, helping your family decorate the house and even learning how to make a simple rangoli under your guidance. despite being out of his element, he approached everything with curiosity and an infectious enthusiasm that quickly endeared him to everyone.

and, if your family teased you about him, he didn't have to know that. he only had to stand on ladders and hang the lights.

on the day of diwali, when it was time for the pooja, you stepped out of your room in a bright lehenga, and you watched as carlos froze. the intricate embroidery shimmered under the lights, but it was the way you carried yourself that left him breathless.

you knew how to read him. you had been doing for years. but watching him lose his breath as his eyes fixated on you made your cheeks warm.

"wow," he whispered softly, his gaze unwavering.

you blushed under his intense gaze. "do i look okay?"

he took a step closer. his dark eyes met yours. "you are beautiful. truly stunning."

the first round of fireworks lit up the sky outside and reflected into the room in vivid patterns. carlos reached out to take your hand, his fingers slightly quivering. "there is something i need to tell you," he said softly, in a low tone.

your breath caught. "what is it?"

"i like you," he said, his words tumbling out with raw honesty. "not just as my race engineer or my friend, but as someone i want to be with."

a radiant smile spread across your face. "carlos, what about lando then? he'd be so jealous,"

he stared at you dumbfounded for a second before bursting out, laughing. you heart skipped a beat at the sound.

squeezing his hand, you whispered, "i like you too. i've been dying to tell you this for a long time."

before you could say anything more, the sound of fireworks outside drew your attention. as the sky exploded in brilliant colors, carlos leaned in, his lips brushing against yours softly yet fiercely. the cheers of your family from the doorway broke the spell as you pulled apart, laughing. they were clapping and cheering, some holding sparklers as they teased the two of you mercilessly.

later in the celebrations, your mother beckoned carlos. "you know, she speaks about you day in and day out. in each call, during each visit, she speaks about only one person. carlos said this; carlos did that. we are waiting for such a moment. for a very long time we have been."

carlos smiled so wide, so broad that the happiness seemed to fill his chest. "i will take care of her well," he vowed seriously.

your father, listening in, reached out and smacked him on the shoulder. "we know you will, son. welcome to the family."

as the night progressed, the house was filled with laughter and celebration. you and carlos slipped outside onto the patio, watching as the neighborhood erupted into a sea of flickering diyas and crackling sparklers. he took your hand, weaving his fingers into yours.

"thank you," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "for sharing this with me. for letting me be a part of your world."

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. "you’re not just a part of it, carlos. you are my world."

in that moment, surrounded by the glow of diwali lights and the warmth of your family, carlos felt like the luckiest man alive. the festive cheer, the love in your eyes, and the promise of a future together made him realize this was the greatest victory of his life.

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Patience: ~A Challenge from Lobelia Girls Academy!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: the host club gets a reaity check from an interesting group of visitors ➼ what to expect:  "I was sent to ouran for a reason, and...we're being patient, it's a lot easier to be patient here than it would be there" ➼ warnings: The zuka club, Tamaki's views on wlw ➼Part Eight | Part Ten

"I don't understand why I have to dress up as well Tamaki" while the ball gown you had been urged into was gorgeous you had to admit that it was not practical, the rare occasion that you would rather be in your uniform.

"For authenticity of course y/n if we are going for the more traditional European fairytale you would know first hand" Tamaki is failing at fastening his suit of armour, "Don't think I forgot that you grew up in France Tamaki I know that this is a ruse I just don't know what for..." You squint at him in skepticism.

"But you look so beautiful as princess" Tamaki starts crying, you roll your eyes "I thought our clients were meant to be the princesses" the last thing you needed to do was draw attention to yourself, it was the whole point of keeping your engagement to Kyoya a secret. "I'm inclined to agree with y/n, tamaki having her dress as a princess, while cute, may inspire rumors in our clients"

Cute? CUTE? You didn't think that the word was in Kyoya's vocabulary. "I'm just going to go change I don't need any client Jealousy it isn't good for the club" before you get the chance the move however the doors swing open, two girls that you do not recognise enter, which is when you remember that there were schools visiting for the cultural fair.

Snapping into host mode the other club members suddenly appear in position "Welcome ladies" Tamaki instantly taking on the knightly persona he has created for himself "Well, well, well, I see you ladies are from another school. I certainly hope we haven't startled you. We love first time guests"

Tamaki's eyes twinkle as he approaches the two girls "I'm glad you've come, princesses. My darlings even if the world were to be destroyed, I'd put my life on the line as your faithful knight and servant" The girls look less than impressed at Tamaki's 'chivarly'

"Oh my, do you you really think you'd be able to protect us?" One of them asks "That's awfully arrogant don't you agree?" Oh no. you could practically hear Tamaki breaking from across the room. "You think that's what a woman wants to hear? well you're wrong"

"Come on, give him a break, sister Suzuran, men are just lowly life forms who don't care about anything other than perpetuating their testosterone-laden image. By 'protecting' us he's actually attempting to disguise the fact that he is weak and unable of even protecting himself"

You and Kyoya exchange eye contact as if to question if they were being serious

"You're such a clever girl, Hinagiku"

Tamaki stands "Don't you think that's a little harsh?" You have to admit that Tamaki is keeping a much cooler head than expected, perhaps because the girls are strangers to him but you would have thought he would have had a crisis by now.

"Fine, then, what do women like you want to hear?"

A voice emits from far away, presumably from out in the hall "Maybe something like 'i would never leave my lover alone'" the next thing you know a third student appears with Haruhi in her arms "If we fight, it'll be together" she spins her "if we fail, we fail together"

"Even if I were to die, I promise you that I will never leave your side my love" She kisses Haruhi's than, you and the rest of the host club look on in shock, clear having missed a few pages. However it does kick off the crisis you were expecting off Tamaki.

"Benibara, we thought you'd never show"

"What are we going to do with you?"

"So tell me where you found this young lady"

"I just met her outside of the school" From the look on Haruhi's face you are willing to bet that 'met' isn't quite the right word."She may be dressed as a boy, but I knew the truth" while you were slightly surprised that the girls had put it together so quickly given that Haruhi can convincingly pass as a boy to the entire school you were also slightly cautious on how loud Benibara was announcing it in the hallway.

"She has so pretty, maidenly eyes" the way that she span haruhi around and dipped her strangely reminded you of tamaki "Uh, thanks, I guess" it soon progresses in all the girls fawning over Haruhi while the rest of you uncomfortably watch on.

"Wow her skin is incredibly soft"

"Isn't it though?"

"I think this ones going to be a diamond in the rough"

Tamaki has had enough, running to the girls "Don't go touching my Haruhi without asking my permission!" he is quickly rebuttled by benibara "Leaver her alone!" leaving Tamaki to crawl back to you "She punched me! Shes so violent!" he bursts into tears "Get ahold of yourself"

"Guess the rumours we heard are true, you guys are just a bunch of weak little punks with no sense between you" Kyoya finally gets a good look at them "Those uniforms, I assume you ladies are from the Lobelia Girl's academy?"

Benibara smirks "That is correct" the girls jump into a costume change and montage

"St Lobelia Academy, high school second year, Benio Amakusa"

"Second year student, Chizuru Maihara"

"First year student, Hinako Tsuwabuki"

"We are the members of the St Lobelia Academy's white lily league otherwise known as-"

"The Zuka Club!"

The host club doesn't really know what to make of it. The twins are the first to burst out laughing at the name "Oh man! What a name! The Zuka club? My stomach hurts"

"The Zuka Club! That's priceless"

"You shouldn't underestimate the zuka club!" Renge's cackling can be heard from far away as the whirring of the platform she uses to enter starts up once again. You roll your eyes "oh god"

"I may not know much about instant coffee, but I'm fascinated with girls schools. St Lobelia Academy. It is truly a woman's world there. The zuka club is a group of strong young maidens who consider women to be superior in every way. The club prides itself on it's 30 year history. It's a society of maidens, by maidens, for maidens. Zuka club activities include 'maiden tea parties' 'the maiden debate forum' but most importantly musical reviews performed by the society's top members"

In the time that it took for renge to finish rambling you had gotten the chance to slip out to change and return, as did Kyoya "You sure have a vast wealth of knowledge Renge"

"Well i've always admired St Lobelia's I just couldn't go to school there, though what would I do without any boys?" Renge disappeared quickly much to your relief. "A maiden's beauty, it means possessing a spirit pure enough to not give in to power or lust"

"As a girl, you, for a girl, you. We've had quite enough of all your oppressive male contempt for womankind"

"And our pride comes from having meaningful relationships based on equality, because we're the same sex. And yes, that include relationships of love"

"Yeah you tell them Benio"

"You're awesome Benibara"

While you were sat confused at the...certainly set beliefs of the girls the rest of the club had gotten bored, moving on quickly "Whatever, we're so over it"

"Why don't you gals just scram?"

"I find it hard to believe that you silly boys have nothing to say about our sublime female love" Chizuru speaks up.

You raise an eyebrow, turning to Kyoya who had moved to reading "Didn't she call the other one sister not five minutes ago?" the observation made him smirk, attempting to hold back a laugh.

"What is she even talking about?" one of the twins asks, continuing to ramble about their games "You should feel sorry for them hinagiku their patented host skills don't work on us. Now they're flusterest and don't know what to do with themselves"

"True. I must say I'm glad we decided to perform here. It was fun to sneak a peek at the notorious Ouran host club"

Honey turns to you "Are we really notorious?" you shrug "I suppose" while you will take any opportunity to call the host club out on something you did not like the seemingly high and mighty standpoint the zuka club was taking.

Benibara suddenly appears next to you, apparently only now noticing your presence "Oh? Another maiden? Tell me these pathetic men have not lured you in with their schemes" you had to resist the urge to burst out laughing at the view that Benibara had built up in her head "I'm not a client, trust me if anything they are victims to my schemes"

"What?" Kaoru looks up from the DS, resulting in you elbowing him to distract from the questioning. "You're not a 'client' of this so called host club? then pray tell why are you here?"

"She's my fiance" Your face fell at how nonchalant Kyoya was about revealing that fact to pretty much strangers, wanting to remind him that it is supposed to be a secret. You didn't even know why that was what he chose to reveal, he could have easily enough said that you were a club member. Perhaps it was to deter Benibara from treating you the same way as she had Haruhi.

"So they have lured you in, poor thing dragging you down with them, the both of you, the host club's president may be a petty little halfer, but he shouldn't be using his looks to create a fictitious romance! Attempting to fool the heart of a pure, young maiden is demeaning! Your so-called 'club activities' are nothing more than debasing macho fantasies"

"If I may butt in, these lot may be idiots but they aren't scheming to take advantage of women, the girls at this school are smart enough to know what a host club is in premise and know what they are entering into when they request a host. They aren't exactly luring the women in they come on their own accord" leaning back in your seat trying to picture what exactly they thought the host club was but coming up empty

"Oh you are in so deep, they have told you so many lies you've started to believe them to be true, and now they have entrapped you into an engagement! I promise you, we will bring this club down! The Ouran Host club will be abolished"

You raise an eyebrow, you think that the reaction is a bit dramatic until you remember they are literally theatre kids. "I see, I understand your concern, but do you think maybe we could finish this later?"

"Are you saying that you're not going to face us?" Benio asks "Not at all, it's just that our president is still bedridden from the initial culture shock"

"You see Tama-chan is having his nappy time right now"

"Wake him up!" Benio seethed "Excuse me. I made some coffee. Would you ladies like to have some?" the zuka club fawn over haruhi and her coffee, which seems to snap Tamaki from his nap.

"You girls have it all wrong! Don't you see there's nothing to be gained in a romantic relationship between women? If that were the case then why did god create adam and eve?" You put your head in your hands, praying that you heard Tamaki wrong, but knowing that you probably didn't, karma instantly faces him as he burns himself on coffee. "Hot! Hot! Hot!"

"You've gotta be more careful senpai" Haruhi kneels down to bandage him up. You turn to Kyoya "So at what point was I going to find out that you have been 'dragging me down with your lies'?" You laugh, Kyoya smirks, pushing up his glasses "Just wait until they find out our engagement was arranged"

"This little conversation doesn't seem to be going anywhere" Benio yanks you and Haruhi away from the hosts "Now that we know what's going on, we can't allow these maidens to stay here. We'll prepare their paperwork and have them transferred to Lobelia at once and we'll welcome them into the zuka club"

"Huh?!" You couldn't help but see the irony in the situation that they were accusing the host club of holding you and Haruhi captive yet also declare to steal you both to Lobelia without even asking.

"Hey, just wait a second, will ya? There seems to have been some misunderstandings here. I mean first of all you called senpai a 'halfer'"

"He is a halfer! He's half french half Japanese" Honey chimes in "Well, uh, anyway, I don't think it's fair for you to pick on the host club just because you don't think they have the same history as you do" you add.

"We barely have any history. We were just founded two years ago"

"Yeah the boss created it whenever he started highschool here"

"Be that as it may saying their club activities are only held to satisfy their appetites is just wrong, I mean it's not like the host club is charging their guests or anything"

You grimace at Haruhi's point knowing that Kyoya's going to correct her any second "While I wouldn't call it a charge, we do have a point system. We offer priority services based on the winning bids of auctions held on our website" You pinch the bridge of your nose,trying to point out to Kyoya that he was not helping Haruhi's point.

"Check this out Haruhi, your used mechanical pencil just sold with a winning bid of 30,000 yen. Good for you"

Haruhi rushes over to the laptop the two of you were stood next to "What?! But I thought I lost that pencil! Why didn't you tell me about this before Kyoya-senpai? I had no idea you were collecting money!"

"So you thought we were all just working here as volunteers? While it''s not much, because of the expense of organising events, we happen to make a small profit from the online auctions"

"You can't sell other people's things without asking permission! That's stealing!" The twins slide in at an attempt to diffuse the situation "It wasn't stealing. You dropped it on the floor" Haruhi looks furious.

Tamaki bursts out crying, rushing over "I'm sorry Haruhi! It's not like we were hiding it from you! Here you can have mind it's got a cute teddy bear on it" Haruhi rolls her eyes "Senpai I don't want your pencil"

"Well to make it up to you how about i do this? I'll tell you the secrets to my success and my fondest memories"

"Not to be rude senpai but I'm not really interested in that information" Tamaki goes to sulk in the corner at the reply, leading the zuka club to swoop in "Oh you poor dear, I can't believe they've been deceiving you"

"Why don't you two just dump these losers and come with us?"

You shoot Kyoya a glance questioning why they were so dedicated "I kinda have an attachment here so..." you could have sworn that in the corner of your eye you saw Kyoya smile. "Oh, well it has been a long day, we'll give you both some time to think about it. We'll come back for your answer tomorrow. Well then, adieu" The zuka club spin out the room.

Haruhi sends death glare to the rest of the club "I'd better be going I've got some thinking to do" She storms out leaving Tamaki wailing "Why did you have to tell her the truth? You just added fuel to the fire"

"Tamaki you shouldn't be mad she found out if you knew she was going to react like this" You point out, you weren't in charge of the auctions, that was Kyoya's side of things, you just assumed they were of photobooks not used pencils "The facts are the facts" Kyoya shrugs.

"Maybe we should've asked before we sold her pencil on the internet"

"Yeah, for all we know, it was a keepsake from her mother"

"Nah it was just a freebie they were giving out at the electronics store"

Tamaki finally calms down into a more forlorn expression "Gentlemen, just think about it. Haruhi may be basically indifferent, but if she had to choose, we know that she tends to favour men's clothing. And besides, when she first joined the host club, didn't she tell us 'being a host and getting fussed over by a bunch of girls might not be that bad' Why didn't I realise this before? Perhaps they would be a better match for Haruhi. Maybe she'd be better off with the Zuka club"

"I think you're reading way too much into this senpai, even if Haruhi is attracted to women that doesn't mean she's going to transfer schools to be with some strangers, her scholarship probably wouldn't even transfer over. She's just mad because you went behind her back" You cross your arms, confused on why Tamaki was being so dramatic.

"Haruhi is smart enough to pass the Lobelia scholarship test"

"And they have the money to pay off the 8 million yen debt she owes us"

"Haru-chan is going away?"

"She's perfect for a girl's school"

"What are we going to do?"

"Calm down, it'll be alright, listen to what I have to say. I have a secret plan." You face palm, knowing that they aren't going to see sense until Haruhi tells them directly. "Okay, whatever, you're going to go ahead and do it anyway why do I try?"

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"You're not considering transferring are you?" Kyoya asks while the two of you walk to his car that afternoon. "Huh?" the question catches you off guard, you thought it had been made clear earlier. "You seemed...frustrated earlier, you know that you aren't tied to ouran? if you really wanted to transfer to Lobelia a good point could be made to your father to allow you to transfer"

"I wasn't, I'm used to Tamaki's antics by now, besides I don't think it would be helpful" you reply, looking at all the displays for the exposition "Hm?"

"I was sent to ouran for a reason, and...we're being patient, it's a lot easier to be patient here than it would be there" You smile, entering the car.

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You decided to walk into school with Haruhi this morning, not wanting to get unceremoniously swept up again, however you find the Zuka club waiting for you as you approach music room 3. "Hello young maidens"

"We've come for your decision. Are you prepared to leave?"

"We're ready to confront those ouran host club idiots and set things straight once and for all"

Haruhi raises an eyebrow "Set what straight?" Benibara slides over "That you should come with us and go to school with your own kind" she starts dragging the two of you off "She does know other girls attend here right?"

The host club is plunged into darkness as they open the door to the music room.

"Ouran!"

"Ouran!"

"Ouran!"

"Ouran!"

"Ouran!"

The lights flicker on to reveal the host club "Ouran! Host club welcomes you!" The sight stuns you and seemingly the rest of the girls, you had to admit when Tamaki said he had a plan this was the last thing you expected, the entire host club dressed up as princesses"

“Oh, Haruhi, y/n, welcome back.” Tamaki greets in a red ballgown with pink accents, almost a princess version of the knight costume he had been wearing the previous day.

Honey twirls to the front in a magenta gown, his blonde hair also done up with extensions and beyond garish makeup, “Look, y/n-chan! I’m a princess now! Aren’t I cute?!”

Benibara gasps in offense, “What is the meaning of this?! Are you trying to make fun of womankind?!” she demands. All the while, you’re still beyond confused.

“Make fun? No, that’s not it at all. Everything's going according to plan. Our strategy is guaranteed to make even a crying child smile. It's the freebie campaign!”

"Oh Tamaki" You shuffle away "You ladies have lived sheltered lives at Lobelia so you might not know that commoners are weak. They have a weakness for free things! Haruhi, you may be distracted by the Zuka club, but choose us and you gain not only a host club full of brothers but sisters as well! See, this way you can experience feminine bonding while staying in the host club"

"I am right here?" You point out, rolling your eyes through a laughter however, because you had to admit,this was entertaining to watch. "Isn't that a great idea? aren't I pretty?"

"We’re the Hitachiin Sisters! Which one of us is prettier?” They appear closer to you, fans covering their mouths.

“I’m just teasing you,” Hikaru whispers as Kaoru laughs haughtily.

“Listen, Haru-chan! You can call me Big Sis from now on.” Honey seems to be the least uncomfortable in his attire. Even Usa-chan is decorated with a red bow and bold lipstick.

“Why you! Do you idiots really think you can win her over like this? I’ve had enough of your fooling around!”

Finally, seemingly both of your exteriors crumble, and you burst into a fit of laughter. Not amused chuckles or snickers, but whole-hearted laughter at their show of… whatever this might be.

“This is too much! What the hell are you even trying to do! Oh man, look at those outfits!”

The twins and Honey start chasing Haruhi around the room telling her to call them big sister. "What were you thinking? What's gotten into you guys?"

"We did this because we don't want you to leave the host club"

You approach Kyoya "What did they have to do to get you on board with this one?" he shakes his head "I don't want to talk about it" You laugh.

"So maiden, have you made your choice?" Haruhi stands "Yeah I have, I'm sorry but your club is not for me I think the idea of a girls' school is great, and your views are very unique and interesting. But I came to this school with a goal and a plan for my future so while I appreciate your offer, I really already knew that I was never going to leave ouran academy"

"Haruhi! So why were you acting so angry yesterday if you weren't going to leave?"

"How'd you feel if I stole something of yours without asking you?"

"I told you all this" You shook your head.

"Um… Benio?” Chizuru begins as she watches the interaction, Benibara lets her eyelids slip closed as she sighs.

“Yes… I know. We’re not going to give up on you” She leans over to you.

“I swear this to you. Someday we’ll come and rescue you from this place and your arrangement! And when we do, we’ll abolish the Ouran Host Club!” Benibara affirms with vigor and a smug smirk.

“Well, adieu~.”

Just as they twirl through the door, the three of them simultaneously slip on banana peels just as the doors to the club room close.

“Until we meet again.” you cross your arms and sigh in exasperation.

The lights flicker out, and Renge’s platform rises from the ground for the second time this episode, except this time with a monkey at her side.

“And so, a new rival, the Zuka Club, has appeared. From this point on, the story’s gonna get even more exciting! What’s gonna happen to our beloved host club boys and y/n next? Hang in there, Host Club! Don’t give up, guys!” Renge munches on a banana.

"Hey its not your job to cook things up!"

With that all over you finally take in Kyoya's appearance "I must admit you wear it better than i do" Kyoya rolls his eyes through a laugh "Shut up" You laugh. "Oh sorry 'mother kyoya'"

Next time on patience 'A day in the life of the L/N family!'

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Surrender | Roman Reigns

Images/GIFs aren’t mine, credits to rightful owners.

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! oc (Jada)

Warnings: fluff, flirting, teasing foreplay, smut (making LOVE), oral (f receiving), maybe some daddy kink, slight foot fetish if you squint and tilt your head

Summary: Roman finally was released from jail and he and Jada decide to go out on a date to get some much needed one-on-one time. When they get back home, it’s on.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Yall it snowed in Texas yesterday and it made me wish I lived somewhere that got snow all the time! I hope you enjoy this, as I was in the mood for something real grown and sexy. I also listened to Surrender by Kut Klose while writing it so yall should play it while you read the sexy part ;)

Jada and Roman were sitting across from each other in a booth, gazing into each other’s eyes. The dim lighting of the restaurant really set the mood and ambience of what they were feeling.

Jada was the first to break the eye contact, turning her head and trying to hide her smile.

“What?” He teasingly asked and smirked before reaching forward for his glass. Tonight, he was in the mood for red wine.

Jada turned her attention back to her man. “I really missed us being able to do things like this.” She truthfully admitted.

Roman reached his arm to rest on the table, asking for her hand, and she obliged. “I did too, baby. I love just being in your presence, you know that.” His calloused, but gentle fingers stroked the top of Jada’s hand.

He brings it up to his lips to plant a soft, lingering kiss on her knuckles. He always did the right things to make her feel butterflies in her stomach.

The waiter walked up to their table and placed the food that they ordered earlier on the table. He was soon gone but not without telling them to be careful of the hot plates and to enjoy.

Roman ordered what he always got on their dates, steak (medium rare), with mashed potatoes, and roasted vegetables.

Jada loved pasta so she decided to go with the restaurant’s signature creamy lemon butter pasta with grilled chicken.

As they devoured their food, they talked about any and everything.

“Have you talked to the twins?” Jada asked, digging her fork into a piece of chicken.

“Nah, not yet.” Roman paused. “I just want to spend some time with just you for a while.”

That made Jada’s heart swell as she smiled for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. “Aww, Ro I love you.”

“I love you more, princess.” His deep voice wrapped around her like a warm hug, sending a shiver down her spine.

The same waiter came back to check on them. “Hello guys, was the food okay?” He says as he collects their now empty plates.

“Yea man. Hey, what are the desserts here?” Roman asks as he strokes his beard in thought, listening to the different options the waiter laid out for them.

Jada could stare at her man all day. His thick, full beard that he kept groomed and clean. His long locks that were slicked back into his signature man bun with the fade under.

The traditional tribal tattoo that marked his whole right arm and right half of his chest and shoulder blade.

His muscles that he worked so hard to get and maintain that it seemed like he was carved straight from stone.

His full, soft lips that she could damn near feel on her skin as she reminisced about all the times that they had sex. Whether it be in their bedroom, the shower, the living room, kitchen, or even in the c-

“Jada.” She was snapped out of her dirty thoughts, gathering her hair in one hand and moving it to rest in front of her shoulder.

“Sorry, babe. What’d you say?” She feigned innocence, but he saw right through it.

Roman bit back his smile, his brown eyes hinting at amusement. He lifted a hand and just motioned for her to come closer to him in the booth.

With no hesitation, she scooted until she was sitting next to him, but that wasn’t close enough for Roman.

His large hands went to her waist, the warmth of his hands touching her skin in the cutouts of her black dress, and hoisted her up to settle in his lap where she belonged.

Jada giggled and they looked at each other for a few seconds before she felt Roman’s hand gently squeeze her thigh as he smirked at her.

His eyes glanced down at her full, luscious lips before leaning in. When his lips finally met hers, it was soft at first, but feeling her in his hands—all of her—made him deepen the kiss.

Jada’s lips moved against his, slow and intoxicating, but then Roman’s tongue brushed against her bottom lip.

“Watch out big Daddy. Are you trying to kiss me out of my clothes?” She pulled back and smiled at him, teasing him.

“Mm. Maybe.” His voice seemed to somehow drop an octave as he muttered, his lips pressing a ghost of a kiss on her neck.

Roman only broke away from her when the waiter brought the German chocolate cake that was topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and caramel drizzle.

“Thank you so much!” Jada thanked the waiter, hoping he wasn’t too uncomfortable with her and Roman’s embrace.

“You all enjoy.” He quickly said and scurried away.

“Roman, you’re scaring the waiters away by being a freak.” Jada giggled, grabbing a spoon and digging into the cake and ice cream. She brought it to Roman’s lips with her other hand below the spoon in case any ice cream dripped.

He opened his mouth, awaiting the delicious treat.

That was one of Jada’s favorite things to do; feed her man. That’s also why she always cooked for him, because seeing him enjoy the food that she put so much love and care into turned her on.

In the corner of his mouth, some ice cream was left behind so she brought her thumb to catch it, and sucked it off.

“Oh baby, we gon’ have to get up out of here.” He reached in his pants pocket for his wallet to grab his credit card.

Jada just laughed and kept eating the cake and ice cream.

Not even thirty minutes later, Roman carried Jada through their front door, their lips fused in a heated kiss that left little room for breath. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as she melted into him.

He kicked the door shut with a solid thud, never once breaking contact, and reached back blindly to twist the lock into place.

Jada let out a soft giggle against his lips, her breath hitching as he pressed her closer, the warmth of his body enveloping hers.

“You still taste like chocolate.” His voice husky and filled with need as he carried her further inside, his grip firm, as if he had no plans of letting go anytime soon.

 Finally in the bedroom, he sat down with Jada now straddling him. As soon as he felt her thick ass settle on the bulge in his pants, he let out a sexy groan. His hands grabbed handfuls of her ass, kneading it.

His mouth landed on her collarbone and chest, placing open mouthed kisses and nipping and sucking all over.

Jada threw her head back in ecstasy, her fingers gripping the back of his neck and running through his hair to his man bun.

He stood up from the bed to switch their position, laying Jada on her back on the edge of the bed while he stood between her legs.

He smirked down at her, his dark eyes filled with that look that made her pulse quicken. With ease, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, shrugging it off his broad shoulders and tossing it somewhere into the room without a second thought. The fabric whispered against the floor, but Jada barely noticed.

Next came his black T-shirt. He gripped the bottom hem and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and arms. His skin, warm and golden under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, made her breath hitch.

Jada bit her lip, her eyes drinking in the beautiful sight before her, unable to tear her gaze away.

The low lighting cast long, deep shadows across his body, accentuating every hard edge and toned muscle.

The dim glow made everything feel more intimate, more intense—like they were wrapped in their own little world, where nothing else mattered but them.

Roman’s hands slid down to her delicate ankles, his touch warm and deliberate as he brought one foot up in front of him. His fingers lingered there for a moment, tracing the curve of her ankle before he carefully slipped off her heel and let it drop to the floor with a soft thud.

Jada wiggled her toes that were accentuated by the French tips that she had got done just that morning.

"These pretty feet, fuck baby..."

Roman smirked at her, keeping eye contact while he landed a kiss on her foot that was so soft and featherlike that she almost didn’t feel it.

As he kissed her feet, warmth coursed throughout her whole body. It felt like liquid heat was running down her arms and legs as actual liquid pooled in her black lacy thong under her black dress.

It made her fingers softly grip the white silk bedsheets.

It didn’t help that he did the exact same slow teasing to her other foot.

“Unghh, Ro you’re teasing me…” Jada whined out as she grabbed her own breasts through her dress.

Roman’s smirk deepened, his lips brushing against her skin once more before he looked up at her with that dark, teasing gaze. “Baby,” he murmured, his voice smooth and laced with mischief, “I’m just doing exactly what you said earlier. Kissing you out of your clothes.”

Jada threw her head back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling like she could explode at any given moment.

He wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning closer to help her get the dress off of her gorgeous brown skin.

Her hands immediately went to her perky breasts that were now topped with her erect nipples and pushed them together. This made Roman’s tongue dart out to wet his lips before he replaced her hands with his.

They fit perfectly in his hands, his tongue slowly swirling around the bud and tenderly flicking it.

“Oh my God that feels so good,” Jada breathed out, knowing that he liked to hear her talk to him.

Roman just groaned as he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked it into his awaiting mouth. He then kissed across the valley of her chest and made his way to the other breast and paid some attention to it.

Jada wrapped her legs tighter around his waist if that was even possible.

In kissing down her stomach, he softly talked to her. “Baby, I’m so in love with you.”

A kiss.

“I love it when you moan my name.”

A kiss.

“I love it when you arch your back when you come.”

Another kiss.

He was almost at her dripping wet core, stilled clothed by her black lacy thong.

“I love how you smell…” He placed his nose right on her pussy and breathed in the scent.

“Ooh Roman, fuck.” She whimpered out breathlessly, so sensitive to all his teasing and slow-paced foreplay.

A low rumble resonated through the room as he deeply chuckled, making Jada slightly squeeze her legs together. Roman’s hands gently went to the waistband of her thong and pulled the garment down her legs, but stopped below her knees.

He planted a kiss right on her clit and rested his hands on her heaving chest, softly gripping her breasts.

Jada’s mouth fell open at the electric feeling.

His tongue probed through her vulnerable, wet folds, gathering her essence in his mouth. Then he forced a long dribble of spit out of his mouth to land right back on her pussy, and it dripped down between her cheeks.

“Mm, baby I love watching this pussy throb for me.” He groans, his voice muffled against her thigh as he watched her hole squeeze around nothing.

“Please Ro, don’t stop,” Jada practically begged for him to put his tongue back on her.

“Be patient, princess.” He licks one slow stripe up her entire core. His skilled tongue then presses a little harder while he licked long circles, meeting her clit, then going down to lick her entrance.

He wanted her to have a long, slow orgasm.

Or two.

It was all making her head spin, his fingers stimulating her aching nipples, his tongue dragging across her clit so deliciously slow. She began to rock her hips, wanting to grind against his face so she could come.

“Unh uh. Baby, we goin’ slow tonight. Trust me, you’ll love it.” His hands left her breasts to still her hips before going back to them.

“Fuckkkk,” Jada’s moans dragged out of her, not even under her control anymore. It’s like he was keeping her there, on the edge of heaven and earth.

He leans back in, his breath hot against her ever-dripping slit. He drags his tongue again along her slit, a long, slow lick that makes her shudder and gasp. He savors her taste, the essence of her arousal coating his tongue.

He's never tasted anything so divine, and he knows he could spend hours feasting on her, bringing her again and again to the brink of ecstasy.

Her juices were like hot liquid on his tongue. “Mm, that little pussy gets so hot for me huh?”

Jada couldn’t even speak or think straight as she lay there at his mercy.

She ought to have known better than to not answer him.

His fingers go up to her lips, and she opens her mouth automatically and sucks on his index and middle fingers. “Tell me baby. Tell Daddy.” He coaxes, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur.

Jada whimpered out and nods. “Yes Daddy, only for you.” She says, his fingers still in her mouth between her beautiful lips.

He smiles and puts his tongue back on her slit. “That’s right.”

Her orgasm was building and she could tell it was gonna be a big one. Roman felt her legs begin to tense up and her body begin to shudder as she was chasing her target.

When Roman talked her through it, it helped her get over the edge even faster.

“Come on baby, that’s right.”

“Just let go.”

“Come in my mouth baby.”

These words were muffled in Jada’s ears as she arched her back and her hands gripped at the roots of her hair, her mouth forming an ‘O’, and her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

That sight of her losing herself all because of him made him feel like the only man in the world.

He massaged her thighs as she tried to catch her breath. “You’re so beautiful, princess.” He dragged her panties down the remainder of her legs and threw them on the bed. Then he crawled back up to her open mouth and latched his lips onto hers.

Roman didn’t even take his pants off, he just pulled them and his boxers down enough to free his aching, heavy cock.

Jada saw his thick manhood and her mouth watered as she licked her swollen lips. She reached her arm between her legs to stroke it.

Roman moaned out and bit his lip. “Yea, just like that,” He rocks his hips into her hand, letting her feel the effect of his arousal. He's so big, so hard, and she can feel the heat radiating off his flesh.

“You want to put it in, baby?” His voice low and sexy. She nods her head and gently pulls him forward and he helps by leaning closer.

His large hand wrapped around her delicate throat, stroking his thumb over it, as he pushed into her. They always had to pause and wait before going further since he was so thick.

He put his lips on hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth, almost swallowing all of her moans and gasps.

Her walls fit so snug around him, as he slowly pulled out, then tenderly thrust back into her heat.

He coaxed her to put her arms around him, nails digging into his back, that he was sure would leave marks.

His warm lips dragged down to her neck, sucking on her sweet spot, as he lovingly and slowly dug her out.

“Fuck, it’s so deep,” Jada moaned in his ear.

“Tell me where I’m at, baby.” He growled out, her walls squeezing even tighter around his cock. He grips her hips softly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulls her into each powerful thrust.

“In my stomach…” Jada whimpers, tears threatening to fall out of her eyes out of pure ecstasy and love. He knew he was hitting that spot inside of her.

His hand went back to her neck, applying just enough pressure to make her feel lightheaded, to heighten every sensation.

His other hand snakes between her legs, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in slow, long circles.

Jada could barely take it when he made love to her like this. She was completely at his mercy, feeling every little movement, every ridge of him, the heat emanating off of his skin.

“Oh my-Roman I can’t…I can’t take it,” She half pleaded with her eyes closed, damn near seeing stars.

“Shhh. Yes you can, baby. You’re ‘bout to come again huh? Go ahead.” He coerced her. She was dripping and creaming on his cock and on the bed. He kept rubbing her clit at the same pace he was thrusting, and he saw her eyes roll back in her head for the second time.

This made him smile, watching her like she was his prisoner for this intense pleasure he was giving her.

“I love you.” Jada whispers as he continues to thrust in and out of her.

“I love you more.” His gravelly voice resonated in her ear. Feeling so overwhelmed with her love and the grip her pussy had on his cock, he couldn’t hold off his orgasm any longer.

Roman’s thrusts became a bit faster and he looked down at them connected, seeing her cream all over his cock.

“Baby, let me come inside you.” He almost whined out and it was so sexy seeing him like this when he’s usually so stone-faced.

Only she could make him get like this.

He stood back up, wanting to get better leverage. His eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth was open slightly.

“Please Roman come in me, baby.” Jada moaned, trying to talk him through it.

He felt his balls begin to tighten and that coil in his lower stomach was about to burst. He leaned back down to Jada’s lips, wanting to pour all of his moans of pure pleasure and love into her mouth.

His groans rumbled through her body as she felt his hot seed shoot into her. As he finished reveling in his orgasm, he looks down at her.

A soft smile appears on his face as he leans down, once again capturing her lips in a kiss. His hand slides from her throat to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin in a gentle caress.

Neither one of them wanted to move, content with being in each other’s arms, basking in the love that they would share forever.

The end.

[avonne-writes]

7. When he and Bucky start falling into their big fight when they're 30, Gale starts rebelling against what he thinks Bucky wants from him (to act like a dad), so he gets a little wild. He grows facial hair, loses weight and dresses more roughly too. He’s anything but soft during this period. Bucky would find it hot if he didn’t know what's causing it.

Need more on this Gale so badly 🥵

Gale is deeply hurt by what he perceives as Bucky betraying him. He has been clear about not wanting children since high school. They didn’t even discuss it seriously because it was so evident that they wouldn’t have any - except, maybe it wasn’t as evident as he thought it was.

There were small signs here and there that Bucky might actually want kids but whenever they brushed upon the question, Bucky reassured Gale that they would do whatever Gale wanted. The issue didn’t seem important to Bucky. But as Bucky's 30th birthday approached, the number made him reflect on his life more seriously than ever before. And years of Gale helping him build boundaries paid off - and backfired - because Bucky felt confident enough in his needs to finally voice that maybe he did want children.

Bucky absolutely didn’t mean it as an ultimatum or to pressure Gale, but he wanted a serious discussion where the why's are addressed, not something brushed off as "come on, John, you know I'm not cut out for this, let's talk about something else". But maybe his delivery wasn’t right, maybe nothing would have been right - his insistence to discuss the question hit Gale at the deepest scars on his heart.

This is when Gale’s reactive behaviour starts. He and Bucky stop the conversation the day it breaks out but it's in no way resolved and they both know it. As a nonverbal expression of just how badly suited he is to be a father, Gale begins to lean into those traits of his that don’t fit a traditional fatherly image.

He learnt how to ride a motorbike back in high school from Neil and he has his own bike since his mid-twenties. During this period, he starts using it excessively. Whenever he feels cornered or smothered by Bucky, he pushes Bucky away and goes away to ride his bike. He wears biker clothes a lot and refuses to wear his softest clothes, like some of his sweaters and the scarves he got from Bucky.

He's belligerent with Bucky, and things he would usually be only mildly irritated by now make him livid. It’s the effect of all the unresolved tension between him and Bucky.

They fight on and off, they get petty with each other, and their interactions get less understanding and nastier because of the hurt accumulating. Gale and Curt stop talking because Gale feels like Curt is on Bucky’s side.

Gale's entire being screams a big, loud NO during these few months, and he never stops to address why. All he feels is "I can’t, I can’t".

So, technically, Bucky does notice how insanely hot Gale is when he's a little rougher, and they do have some amazing sex in their better moments during this time, but Bucky feels more anger, concern and sadness at this acting out than desire.

After an uncomfortable Thanksgiving back in Milwaukee with Bucky's family, they have one huge, nasty fight, after which Bucky sleeps in the guest room and they both have to face the idea that this may lead to divorce.

[siriuslysapphicmoony]

First dance — word count: 809

tw: references to period typical homophobia

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius is the person who cries the most at the Potters’ wedding. More than Euphemia, more than Lily’s mum, more than Mary, even more than James.

And yes, it’s because they're perfect for each other, it's because they're so happy they're glowing, it's because there’s a war going on and this is a very much needed reminder that good things exist as well.

Sirius is sobbing because of all of that, but there's also the other reason. The one he can't even fathom saying out loud.

See, the moment his sobs are at their worst is not when his sight is on the happy couple. Sirius sobs the hardest each time his gaze finds Remus.

It's a kind of sorrow that is hard to describe, that one can only understand if they experience it themselves.

It's that excruciating, all consuming longing, of craving the same thing for himself and the person that is currently sniffing at his side, trying his hardest to hold back tears.

It's that harrowing, loud void that had taken place in his chest the moment he had realised (when James had proposed to Lily) that the only reason he had ever thought he hated the mere concept of marriage had been because of what it meant for his family. It's the sudden, startling realisation that he would absolutely love the idea of marriage if it was something he could have with the person currently standing by his side.

“Do not despair, sweetheart. He's just getting married, you're still his platonic soulmate.”

Remus’ joking attempt at soothing him sends him over the edge all over again and more sobs break through.

Great, now all those attending the wedding will know he's not as badass as he wants them to believe. How is he ever going to survive that?

“‘s not that,” he mumbles anyway between sniffs.

He feels Remus’ hand graze softly against his. Sirius grabs it like an anchor. Not caring about who might see, what might they think. He doesn't care. There's so much he isn't allowed. He at least gets to have this.

By the time the first dance comes around, Sirius has recovered just enough. He has fixed his eyeliner and he's determined not to cry anymore.

Then James and Lily step on the dancefloor, they swirl to their favourite song and Sirius is once again ruined.

He can't help the sob that escapes him. The unreasonable grief where there should only be joy for his friends.

His mind goes miles away. He imagines himself slow dancing with Remus, at their own wedding, at their own first dance, surrounded by their friends and families, celebrating their love. And he wants it. He craves it. Oh, he so desperately wants it.

Remus is at his side once again and this time he's the one silently reaching out, subtly embracing him, surely thinking he can pass it off as a friendly embrace.

“Are you alright, love?” he asks in his deep, concerned voice.

Sirius considers lying, but opts for the truth. He shakes his head meekly, another sob shaking him.

“I want this, Remus,” he confesses. “I hadn't fully realised it until today, but I want this. All of this. Marriage, a house, kids. I want the whole deal.”

Remus frowns a bit. “What are you saying…?” And damn, he looks scared now. He thinks Sirius wants to leave him for a traditional marriage.

“No, silly,” he sobs once more, a breathy laugh escaping him at the absurdity, a sad smile on his lips. “I don't mean it like that. I want it with you, but we aren't allowed and it's bloody destroying me.”

“Oh.”

It's almost comical to see all of the emotions that go through Remus' face. It goes from surprise, to adoration, to sadness and everything in between.

“I love you so much, Sirius,” he vows, gaze focused on him, the rest of the world forgotten. “Me too,” is what he says next. “I also want it all. With you.”

And that's the saddest thing, isn't it? They want the same thing for each other and yet they live in a world that won't let them have it. It's a crushing realisation. Discovering something you've known all along, but have never fully realised the whole weight of it, just how much it defines your life, that something someone has arbitrarily decided long ago has the power to determine the whole course of your lives. It's painful, it's unfair, it's soul-sucking, it's enraging, it's rubbish.

For how powerful his magic is, he feels completely powerless in front of the way the rest of the world sees their love. All he can do is hold on to Remus and silently promise himself that he'll do everything in his power to get them what so many couples have the luxury of taking for granted.

[elendsessor]

ngl i think its so important how the metaphor cast feels like a found family both in comparison to atlus’s/studio zero’s backlog and the general jrpg landscape

repeat after me: metaphor is not a megami tensei game.

this being said, there was definitely some influence because of the devs working on it, though this is due to the gaming landscape. save for indie titles, you’d be hard pressed to find a studio, especially one owned by a big company, to even be given the chance to make a new ip. atlus in particular has a history of financial flops, which is actually why the sega merger is so important. without sega, no matter how successful persona got, they would have died out in the 2000s/early 2010s. this is also why they lean on persona a lot more. of course, persona isn’t the only influence behind metaphor despite the big names having worked on modernsona, as some of its dna draws from traditional fantasy rpg tropes and digital devil saga. however, this has influenced how the game was approached on several levels, as diverting too much could have caused the game to flop. metaphor hinged most of its success based on studio recognition and marketing, and considering how persona is atlus’s cash cow, it needed to take every advantage it could get.

metaphor can definitively be best described as experiencing some first game syndrome pains + development hell complications, but in general, its plot and especially character dynamic writing seems to have been an exercise for the studio they couldn’t get while sticking to persona. no matter how you feel about the series, there’s no denying that, particularly with p3 onwards, it became a very mainstream-influenced anime rpg, filled with tropes and fanservice galore. only issue is how this alienates potential players. everything wrong with persona’s team writing is one reflected throughout the genre because it was made to fit that genre.

the anime rpg market is over saturated, the fandom reputation didn’t help, and to be honest, like many jrpgs in general, the party relationship falls into the trap of having minimal group chemistry outside of a shared goal, leaving them to not truly feel like a collective group of friends once the big bad goes down, especially if there’s a punching bag. as such, there seems to be plenty of reevaluation of how topics and characters are handled in order to attract a new player base turned off from the genre.

and that’s probably why i love the approach to metaphor’s main cast the most. while all end up having a shared goal aka we need to kill that fucking twink, they’re really initially brought together because they’re societal outcasts one way or another, then grow to like each other overtime due to exposure breaking down several barriers.

the biggest example for me is how heismay begins to shut down his perception of paripus after the eht ria arc, as its the first time he hears about what was actually going on the day his son was killed—there was an uprising from a tribe often forced into slavery and becoming lab rats, and unfortunately, an innocent bystander got caught up in it.

his relationship with basilio is really interesting in that regard tbh. there’s a growing respect once he and fidelio decide to help them out in defending other innocent kids caught up in a mess, and i think seeing him lose a loved one really put into perspective paripus aren’t inherently violent. sure, the magnus brothers were on louis’s side because at least fidelio believed might makes right, but having the courage to not abandon morals just to people please? takes a lot of guts.

that’s really where that respect starts to be gained even if it isn’t obvious. by the time the final day rolls around and they help hold the line? heismay actually being nice to basilio and even saving his life feels earned.

junah’s also really important. while initially from a shitty place and not holding sanctist beliefs or at least the extreme parts of it, given how she gets taken into a powerful family, finds success really easily despite her tribe, plus a lot of special treatment from every major group really gives her that unintentional superiority complex. she only goes along with will because they’re both from the resistance, initially treats him like an assistant, and one of the first things she says on the runner is denouncing how it isn’t up to her standards.

it’s another quiet background development in that it’s subtle, but she does end up challenging her worldview upon meeting eupha. being raised in an entirely different culture only to start seeing parallels in terms of faith being warped, causing unnecessary loss of life? that’s why she came to the conclusion she wants to help. this isn’t mentioning the follower ranks, furthering that understanding of how not everyone gets the same treatment as her because of things out of their control.

also noticed how everyone loses someone close and how at least one team member fills that same gap. extra bonus points for gallica because what’s this? a navi character that isn’t beating up on a single character and even then comes from a place of caring, praising those when they deserve it and showing worry when things don’t go as planned?

not a lot of games have this close knit relationship gained, usually only sticking to a couple characters liking one another and everyone liking the protagonist. it’s refreshing. the writing team deserves so many kudos for it it’s insane.

[juchioris]

No Yandere Simulator: Undine Eisner

My entry for the No Yandare Simulator au by @quartztwst. I'm sending Undine out to play with the neighbours' kids!

repost from my reblogs under the templates, now as one Masterpost - you are welcome to comment and ask questions in the post's comment section :)

(excuse the traditional art, I don't have the digital drawing skill, lol)

Under the Cut: Role in the Plot, Introduction, Official ten Questions answered

Role in the Plot: Potential Rival

- will investigate murders and murder attempts (turns up after murder and failed attempt) - will try to protect everyone (after failed murder attempt: guards the intended victim, no matter who it is) - will intervene in fights if she comes across them (tries to stop the fight, so no one gets injured/killed) - will try to stop a murder attempt, if she walks in on it (fights the attacker and tries to capture them) - will sneak/run away, if someone has a gun (Undine knows what she's made of and that she can't win against that)

Introduction

In this AU, she moved with her family from Germany to whereever this school is, while her friends stayed back in Germany, so she is on her own at this school (still in contact with them though). Her family is actually political very right and hates foreigners, so they also hate to be foreigners, but one parent got such a great job opportunity here, you know: money. At any rate, Undine tries to be a "good" foreigner and "integrate" (assimilate). So, she prefers to get into fights (only with "bad guys" who "deserve it", of course) after school, to not be bad at school by breaking the rule against fighting there.

Other "values" taught at home are racism and queerphobia. With the bad influence of her parents instead of the good influence of her friends, Undine believes in these "values" much more. By mouthing off about her outdated and cruel points of view, Undine has ruined her own reputation at this school.

Her desire to be heroic and popular (even stronger in this AU) is constantly thwarted by herself. It's not just that she ends up discriminating students in her mindset to look down on differences to put herself higher, she also comes across as annoying, ignorant and patronizing when she tries to help people with little daily struggles (because there are so little big stuggles at this lame, mundane school).

While it is unclear, if Jade really has a romantic interest in Undine (as rumour has it, but that rumour could easily be false), he is certainly interested in the contradiction between her heroic kindness and her villainous rude side and the resulting "entertaining behaviour". Undine is curious, if the rumour is true, but won't ask Jade outright. She wouldn't risk to get rejected by someone she doesn't even have a crush on. Goes against her pride.

In an AU, where she is not at a disadvantage with others having magic, but she herself not, Undine is pretty strong. She won't admit it, but her motivation to get stronger in the Martial arts club isn't just her wish to be heroic and save people, but also her less heroic lust for power (which physical strength is).

Her close friends call her "Dini" - but she doesn't have any close friends at this school.

I hope Undine isn't too problematic with her discriminatory ways, but I thought if murder is okay, then her misdeeds should not be too hardcore for the AU. Undine can change and learn to be a better person - with some good-influence-friends, patience and learning from mistakes it's possible, even in this AU.

Undine Eisner No Yan Sim AU Q&A

1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?

Yes. Undine lives with her parents and has a good relationship with them. Her parents, followers of right-wing populism, are a bad influence, raising their daughter (only child) to be racist, queephobic etc. The teachers at the school step up and try to teach her to be more tolerant.

2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?

Quartz has an unusual skincolour, so... While Undine doesn't outright bully people with a different skin colour, her racism manifests in a casual form, by her avoiding them, being wary of them and being less kind to them. For example, Undine would help Quartz, if she sees another student bullying/attacking her (unless she knows of a context that justifies it, like... you know... Quartz trying to kill someone), but she wouldn't help her if she fell down or dropped some things, when she would help white students in such little scenarios. Since she is so distant, Undine isn't close to Quartz at all. She barely knows her. Undine has no idea, what she's up to. While Undine isn't crass enough to admit it out loud, she is more suspicious of not-white people, so she will easily suspect Quartz to be a criminal.

3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?

Undine has no respect for guys who have a harem (which Azul has in this AU apparently, lol). Someone who can't choose and commit isn't worth her (romantic) interest. Normally, Undine stays away from Azul and his admirers. She has actually never met him alone until now and has never had a proper conversation with him. She only knows him from seeing him around and hearing other people's stories about him. She will protect him from harm and danger, but out of principle - Undine will try to save every student, whose life is in danger.

4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?

Crowley: If Miss Eisner gets sent to my office one more time for political incorrect commentary, I shall have her put together and hold a presentation about why discrimination is unacceptable and the benefits of tolerance at school. A recording of that will look good on the school's website - I mean it is good to share the resource with the public, so that everyone can learn from it...

Azul: Undine is easily one of the most foolish students here, very naive and narrow-minded. I don't like people like her.

Vil: Undine is a perfect example of someone who has neither skill nor talent in acting. Unfortunately, she tries to put up her nice-girl-act every day, despite that. It's so bad, that no one could fall for it...

Ace: Yeah, Undine is really way too nice. She just agrees to help me with everything I ask of her, as long as I don't want her food or ask her to go throw my trash away. I found out that her limit of taking requests from the same guy is two per day, then she catches on that she gets used as maid and gets snappy, hehe.

5. What grade/year is your OC?

First year

6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?

Get good grades, do good, be heroic.

7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz?

Outrageous! Undine will prove her innocence and look for the real killer! If she knows who framed her, she can guess the killer is also Quartz.

8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?

Yes.

9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?

Undine doesn't skip class. She eats lunch in the cafeteria. She is usually alone.

10. How are your OC's grades?

Overall good, but nothing special. She's failing English, because she is too far beneath the first language level, that is taught here.

Undine outside of this AU

Link to Undine's Debut on my Blog

Link to my TWST Fanfic starring Undine and her friends

[vulpixisananimal]

[A:4 C:66.4] [Alex] |Jasmine| <Altiare>

<Well. This is new.>

<You were in your room, looking at yourself in the mirror. The new body wasn’t, a BAD one, per-se, just, different. A bit taller, a bit more muscular, light hair. You felt strong, too. You could get used to this, especially with the button up shirt and jacket.>

<You didn’t know where to put the bandana; Ramos apparently still put it around their neck, Alex tied their hair with it, Jasmine tied it around an arm, and you. . ? Oh come on Altiare, what are you, a fashionista? No, you fold the bandana up and tuck it into a breast pocket.>

<Your hair was a bird's nest too, great. You’d have to get that sorted out, and get breakfast. But apart from that, the body was decently taken care of. Ha, at least your first day back in control wasn’t cleaning other people's messes.>

<You mindlessly walk away from the mirror and go to your desk. Looking around until you found your tarot deck. It was yours. Not Alex, Jasmines, or Ramos’. It’s yours. You pick it up and start to gently shuffle it.>

<There’s a knock on the door, you glance over.> “Come in.”

<Mirabelle, the Housemaiden of Change, poked her head in.> “Good morning! Did you have a nice sleee. . .” <She scrunches her face, thinking.> “. . . Aaaaalllleeeeeex?”

“-Bzzzt-.” <You shake your head, smiling.> “Altiare, good to finally meet you Mirabelle.”

“O-oh!!” <Her face lights up.> “Good to meet you, Altiare! Feeling alright?”

“Oh I’m actually in excruciating pain.” <You laugh.> “A sadness snuck in and took all my sweeties.”

<That made Mira laugh and walk in.> “Oh no!!! Not the sweeties!!!”

“My stomach will never recover.” <You smile, hmm. . . You pick the top card off the tarot deck, and toss it at her.> “Catch.”

“O-oh-!” <She catches it, barely, then holds it up.> “. . . The hierophant? I-isn’t that, tradition and-”

“Upright or inverted.” <You cut her off.>

“Oh, r-right. It’s inverted.” <She walked over and handed you the card back.> “What does that mean again?”

“Freedom.” <You take the card, look at it, then shuffle it back in.> “Personal beliefs and challenging of the status quo. You are your own master of your beliefs, of your teachings. Which I imagine for you means. . . Finding your own Change?”

“Or lack thereof.” <She mumbles it, ashamed? Maybe. But she’s smiling anyway.>

“Exactly.” <You hand the deck to her.> “Mind shuffling for me, next?”

“O-oh, sure!” <Mira takes the deck, and shuffles it, brow furrowed in concentration. Eventually, she straightened the deck out and held it out to you. You draw a card.>

“. . The tower. Upright.” <You study the card, a burning tower with people jumping out of the windows.> “Chaos, upheaval, sadness. Something that shakes you to the very core.”

“That sounds. . . Bad?” <Mirabelle looks away, worried.>

“It usually is.” <You shrug, and put the card back.> “Things change and break, the Tower is just giving us advanced notice. Don’t stab the messenger, after all.”

“That’s true.” <She smiles back at you.> “And that kind of change is very fertile ground to make something better!”

“Exactly!” <You put a hand on your hip, letting yourself genuinely smile.> “Speaking of change; the new body’s alright, Ramos chose good. Even if I need to figure out my styles again.”

“Well I think you look good! Oh, would you like me to do your hair?”

“Please.” <You look over one of your shelves, finding your hair brush and handing it to Mirabelle. The two of you sat on your bed.>

<Mira hummed softly as she brushed your hair.> “. . . So! How’s it feel to, w-well, suddenly be in a relationship? O-or I guess, a part of you is.”

“Oh yeah.” <You chuckle.> “Dunno if I should be proud or surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“I mean Ramos of all of us?!?” <Eye-roll.> “Yeah we didn’t know we were multiple people at the time, but there was definitely the sense that the one who does all the training has no game at all.”

<That made Mirabelle giggle.> “Hehe, so who was it you thought it’d be?”

“Me.”

“Oh- pfft!” <She laughed this time.> “What about Alex?”

“A coin flip. Either they’d find a nerd as intense as her or just stick to learning things.” <You shrug.> “Besides, it wasn’t like me and Alex weren’t trying.”

“Huh?” <Mira pauses.> “. . O-oh! Like looking for a partner?”

“Mmhm.” <You turn back to look at her.> “People in the Defenders were always looking for a date. We tried a few, no-one felt right, we even tried with Izza but that didn’t go anywhere- oh Isa. Old nickname.”

“W-wait,” <She perks up.> “You and Isabeau?!?”

“Yeah?” <You grin.> “Well when in Vaugarde, right?”

<Mira laughed.> “S-sorry, sorry!! I-I didn’t mean to be rude and I could see it I think i-it just took me by surprise so-”

“Oh shut up.” <You flick her on the forehead gently.> “That was then, we can all laugh about it now. Heh.”

<You lay back on the bed, hair now brushed.> “Besides, it looks like me and Alex got third and second place respectively. I’ll get my revenge later.”

“Hehe, I’ll be excited to see it- wait.” <She tilts her head.> “Not, joint second place?”

“No? I mean Alex and. . .” <You blink. Wait, did she not know? Wait, did the others not know either? You grin and sit up.> “Is everyone home right now?”

“Yes! They’re all downstairs right now! Why?”<You stand up and crack your knuckles, then walk to the door.> “Because I know exactly what my revenge is gonna be.”

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

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So the (new) timeline goes like this: Severus Agemman -> Lucian Trajan (note the first name) -> Demetrian Titus -> Cato Sicarius -> Sevastus Acheran. Saul Invictus was the captain of 1st Company when the First Tyrannic War began, but got eaten DIED HEROICALLY along with the entirety of 1st Company while defending key fortresses on Macragge. After the war ended, Agemman was made captain of the reformed 1st Company. That's probably why you've mixed Saul in with all these 2nd Company guys--he was Agemman's predecessor.

Getting back to Acheran, I think it's worth considering who his predecessor was. Cato Sicarius is one of the big names in the Ultramarines, both in and out of universe. I swear I'm not saying that because I'm a fan of the character. As long as I can remember, Sicarius has been a prominent Ultramarine character, to the point that he actually caught a lot of grief back in the day from fans who thought he was waaaaaay overhyped (TTS Cato is a classic example of that ire, btw). In-universe, this hype translates to a list of titles and accomplishments a mile long. There's even proposals to make Sicarius Calgar's heir, which would break from Ultramarine traditions. Cato Sicarius is the kind of guy who gets his face slapped on propaganda posters and kids named after him.

And then Cato Thronedamned Sicarius vanishes into the Warp.

Keep in mind that Sicarius isn't the only one who disappears into the Warp. Guilliman had ordered Sicarius to return to Ultramar with Ultramarine reinforcements (both Firstborn and Primaris), but the fleet hits a massive Warp storm almost immediately. Sicarius orders the ships to make their way back to Ultramar individually and then gets cut off. The last broadcast his ship sends is, "They have breached the hull, they are here." WELP.

Okay, so 2nd Company's famous captain is gone, but at least the other reinforcement ships made it back, right? Here's the thing: Knights of Macragge places four 2nd Company sergeants on Sicarius's ship. Now, in Codex-compliant chapters, sergeants lead 10-man squads, which are then organized into 100-man companies led by captains; the captain also leads his own 10-man squad. 4 sergeants + 1 captain = 5 companies = 50 Astartes = half the strength of 2nd Company.

And that's how Acheran becomes captain of 2nd Company. Sicarius's successor was always going to have big shoes to fill, but Acheran's situation is worse than that. The company is in shreds. Oh, and the galaxy is on fire, due to the Great Rift opening, and everyone's gunning for Ultramar due to Guilliman's return.

(Sevastus Acheran's promotion to 2nd Company captain, circa We Don't Know The Year Because Time Itself Is Broken)

We don't know how 2nd Company fares during the first few years of Acheran's captaincy, because no one at GW bothered to write about it. I am going to go out on a limb here and say that it was probably a very stressful time for Acheran. But hey, at least he made it to captain, right?

Five years after the Warp ate Acheran's very famous, very popular predecessor, said predecessor comes home to Macragge. Sicarius was flying a strike cruiser chock full of Ultramarines, and that is a very useful thing to have when fighting a years-long daemon siege. And now they're back! Okay, most of the crew and passengers are dead, and Sicarius himself is dealing with some pretty bad PTSD, but they're back! What does that mean for Acheran?

Nothing, as it turns out. Calgar isn't the type to demote someone simply because their predecessor returned. Sicarius gets sent back to Guilliman's fleet, and Acheran remains captain. But put yourself in Acheran's shoes at this moment. On the one hand, your captain is alive, thank the Emperor, but on the other hand, you're sitting in his seat. And he's waaay more popular and accomplished than you. I feel like there had to be a moment where Acheran kinda went, "Welp, guess that's it." Which is a pretty fucky thing to think.

So now we're finally, finally caught up to the start of Space Marine 2. The 40k timeline has always been vague, so we don't know how much time has passed between Acheran's promotion and Titus's return. It could be only a few years, it could be a few decades, it could be both since time is literally broken right now. One thing's for certain, though: this is the second time a former 2nd Company captain has crashed into Acheran's captaincy.

With that established, let's take a look at Acheran's first few lines in the game, because there's a lot going on there:

Acheran: How are your wounds? Titus: Good enough. Acheran: I'll be straight with you, Titus. I have my reservations about your reinstatement. There could be questions, suspicions. I cannot afford discord among the men, not now. You're a lieutenant now. Will that be a problem? Titus: No, captain.

I think it's worth noting that Acheran's first line is a question about Titus's health, which--well, there's a lot of bosses today who couldn't be bothered to ask, much less in the grim darkness of the far future. But his next line is...actually, he makes a good point. Yeah, yeah, we all love Titus, but again, think about things from Acheran's point of view. He's in the middle of a desperate war, his forces are stretched thin, and yet another former captain has been dropped into his lap. Forget about Acheran's personal ambitions here; from a military standpoint, this situation could very easily turn into a disaster. A military force cannot function without a clear chain of command. Titus isn't an ambitious man, but Acheran is too young to have known him before his disappearance (note his single service stud). For all he knows, Titus will start fighting his orders because "That's not what I did when I was captain!" Not to mention, Titus's very existence is bizarre. This 200+ year veteran has just materialized out of nowhere and is appointed lieutenant on the Chapter Master's orders. It is raining Tyranids on multiple planets, Acheran is responsible for killing them all, he does not have time for this shit. But orders are orders. So Acheran finishes off by bluntly asserting his authority because he really really needs Titus to toe the line right now.

Here's the thing: Acheran is 100% right. Everything he mentions here does happen. Gadriel does start asking questions about his mysterious new lieutenant, and Imuran exploits his resulting suspicions, causing him to nearly shoot Titus.

And Titus does push back on Acheran's orders. Granted, he has a very good reason, using the Graia artifact is fucking insane--but Acheran also has a very good reason to say no:

There is so much goddamn lore packed into this one line. It's not super relevant to the plot of the game, which is probably why the game doesn't get into it, but as a lore nerd--holy shit. When I saw this scene, and then when I saw Squad Damocles go down into a NECRON TOMB, I lost my damn mind.

Let's rewind a little bit--say, 60-70 million years ago. Dinosaurs rule the world, humans are still at the small rodent stage of evolution, and two alien species are tearing the galaxy apart. That is not a metaphor. The War in Heaven literally tore a hole in the Materium that ripped the galaxy in two. After the war ends, the winning species, the Necrons, sew the galaxy back together by building pylons made of blackstone on planets near the giant hole. Blackstone is a funny substance; depending on how it's tuned, it can either amplify or suppress the Warp. Obviously, the Necrons' pylons are set to suppress the Warp, and they do a damn good job at it. In fact, they hold the galaxy together for the next 60 million years--until this jackass called Abbadon the Despoiler starts destroying them. And when he manages to destroy all of them...

WELP.

Guilliman knows this. Guilliman wants those pylons rebuilt yesterday. Guilliman has made reverse-engineering the pylons the #1 priority of the Adeptus Mechanicus. It's the only way he can sew the galaxy back together again.

Leuze sounds like a nut here, but that is literally the purpose of his project. Those big black pillars you see at the end of the game are human attempts at recreating pylons.

Note how the pillars can switch from supporting the Warp to suppressing it. Definitely blackstone.

I highly doubt that Acheran knows all these details. Notably, he seems to think that Aurora is a weapon, not an anti-Warp structure. But he does know that the project's approval comes straight from the Guilliman. Y'know, the effective ruler of the Imperium and the Ultramarines' genesire. And then here comes Titus, ex-captain of 2nd Company, barging into Acheran's strategic meeting to insist that he shut down the Aurora project. What the fuck. What the actual fuck. This shit cannot stand.

So that's the full timeline and context of Acheran's behavior during Space Marine 2. He doesn't always make the right call, but I think he has pretty good reasons for making them. It's just that the game is written entirely from Titus's perspective, who is missing a lot of information that Acheran has. The game takes place during Titus's first two weeks back with the Ultramarines, I doubt he's even had the time to catch up on 2nd Company's history, much less the highly classified Aurora project.

Some final opinions about Aurora:

I highly doubt Guilliman knew that Nozick and Leuze were using a powerful Warp artifact tied to a Chaos incursion. Guilliman does have his reckless moments, but they generally involve Leeroy Jenkins-ing his traitor brothers, not playing with Chaos artifacts. He is notably cautious around the Warp, though not outright hostile like Russ and (formerly) Mortarion. I suspect that Nozick and Leuze had general instructions to reverse-engineer the pylons, and Imurah then influenced them to use the Graia artifact.

Using the Graia artifact is a spectacularly stupid decision, but I kinda understand why Imurah was able to tempt Leuze. The fate of the galaxy literally depends on building those pylons. Without them, half of the Imperium is lost at least. Even without Imurah's influence, it's the kind of situation that would drive people to make desperate, dumb decisions.

The destruction of Aurora does not mean the end of blackstone research. Aurora isn't even the main branch of the project. Belisarius Cawl, the guy behind Primaris marines, is leading the blackstone research, and he definitely understands the pylons better than the Aurora guys do. Aurora is likely some offshoot of Cawl's research, or possibly a (bad) competitor.

You know what character in Space Marine 2 I genuinely don't like? Acheran. Cannot for the life of me get a solid read on that guy, and it does sort of drive me up a wall.

To me, he has like, passive-aggressive middle manager energy? He just spends so much of the game just vaguely making threats and second-guessing Damocles Squad it's almost ridiculous. And I do understand where he's coming from: having a guy who used to have your job reinstated under you could lead to internal strife in the company but it always seems like he's on the fence up to the moment Damocles Squad actually gets shit done and then he's all for whatever they're doing.

Am not too fond of him, is what I'm trying to say.

[professionalidiot32]

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