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PAC - Qualities and Traits in your Future Spouse

~ 5 things you like about them vs 5 things they like about you (lightly +18)

PILE 1 - PILE 2 - PILE 3

PILE A - PILE B - PILE C

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DISCLAIMER. These general free readings are made in good faith for entertainment purposes. I tried my best to leave it gender neutral, but one word or another might have escaped (Portuguese is a language where all words have gender).

How to pick a pile

When you have different cards to choose from in pile 1,2,3… look at each of those cards. Wait until someone reminds you of a memory. Perhaps a character’s outfit resembles one of your own. It is this pile that has its message. What if they all remind me of something? Go for the one with the strongest memory, one might look like her earring but another might be the favorite candy you got from your grandma when you vacationed at her house. But what if none reminds me of something? Take a deep breath and wait a little longer, without charging yourself or creating worries. Relax, some will awaken some memory in you, I promise! .

Pile 1

You love their voice and the way they talk, and it's not something that only you appreciate. But even so, you see your future spouse's voice as a melody, comforting and even exciting. I also don't just see the question of the voice itself, but the way they speak, with rhythm, without any problems pronouncing the words or doubt in their voice.

You appreciate their skills and how they handle situations smoothly. I also see different paths here, how this person manages to take care of themselves alone, clean the house, cook the food. They are truly independent. (The other way is that you appreciate their dick, it makes you feel like never before).

You like how they communicate in general. They are smart and authentic but know how to blend in with the crowd. They know how to listen to others to better adapt to the situation. They are the type of person who will communicate differently with each individual, not out of falsehood but because they understand that each person has different needs. They will convey the same information differently to a doctor and to a child, adapting their words accordingly.

You love their overall intelligence; it seems like they always know what they should do, the next step. They are someone who wants to help others with their intelligence and is always seeking self-improvement. They are also curious and always bring new information into the relationship.

You appreciate how they manage to be rational in practically every situation. They always think before acting, analyze situations before they happen. They strive to be prepared for everything and seek security in every step of life.

Astrological Placements your Future Spouse may have:

Mercury Dominant; Venus in Taurus or Libra in the 2nd house; Mercury in the 3rd house; air dominant; Mercury in Libra, Gemini, or Aquarius; a touch of Cancer, Pisces, or Scorpio in the birth chart (perhaps only one placement).

Pile 2

You like how your future spouse (FS) is an active person, always on the move, looking to improve their career, personal life, and also taking care of their body. They can be a tall, slender individual with distinct features. They are also someone with a sense of style and who values their behavior in the world, which is why they prioritize exercise and physical activity. They are the type of person who likes to wear accessories such as gloves, bracelets, and earrings.

You appreciate that they are a person you can look up to, someone you feel proud of and see as a reference for "what would FS do in my place." You like how they are patient with others, a bit playful, but also know when to stop. It seems like they have the wisdom to bring joy to tense moments and their ability to handle all situations is what attracts you.

You admire their resilience and determination. Nothing can stop them, not even the challenges of life. They carry themselves with pride and are unafraid to express their opinions and how the world perceives them, because they know they will make things work out one way or another.

You appreciate how they can handle everything on their own, sometimes behind the scenes. If we take an intimate perspective, you both know how to handle things discreetly. But even though they are confident and unafraid to be themselves, your FS is wise and understands that you can't always confront everything head-on. Sometimes you have to navigate through the edges and take longer paths to achieve your goals. They prefer to accomplish things discreetly.

You like that your FS is often right (though it can be challenging during discussions), which is beneficial for decision-making in your lives. Even if they are not a spiritually inclined person, they have a connection with something non-physical in this world that guides their decision-making. So, even if a decision may not feel right in the moment, you realize in the future that their choices were the best ones.

Astrological Placements your Future Spouse may have:

Aquarius/Gemini/Libra placements; Fire Dominant; Mars dominant; Well-aspected Mercury; Leo dominant; Scorpio Placements; dominant Uranus.

Pile 3

You appreciate how they move on as if nothing had happened. If you make a mistake, they solve it and forget about it, without judgment or dwelling on the past. Your future spouse (FS) is also someone who enjoys horror and suspense movies, which is a recurring hobby for them.

You like that you feel comfortable around them, experiencing a sense of nostalgia for a moment that never actually existed. It's as if you've been separated before and now you're together again. This connection can be both physical and spiritual. Your FS brings magical and special moments into both of your lives.

You admire that they are a person who never loses hope. They always believe in love, even until the last moment. Even if everything comes to an end, they will continue to love and protect. They are patient and will wait for you to be ready to make decisions. They hold onto the hope that everything will work out in the end.

You appreciate that they are a fun and warm person. They shine in small social circles and are always loving and attentive. Your FS values small events and moments greatly. They enjoy going out to carnivals or other places where you can have fun. They are full of ideas for new places to explore and experience.

You like how they create a cozy atmosphere and make you feel safe. If you're someone who enjoys sleeping a lot or simply sees it as a hobby, you will feel comfortable sleeping next to your FS. Being close to them brings a sense of peace and security.

Astrological Placements your Future Spouse may have:

Cancer/Capricorn or Taurus Rising; Libra/Gemini placements; a touch of Leo and Pisces in the birth chart (perhaps only one placement).

Pile A

Your future spouse (FS) appreciates how open you are and your willingness to embrace change even in the face of fear. You have an openness not just to the world but also to your own needs. There's a sense of knowing that what you deserve is more and better than what you currently have.

Your FS admires your protective nature and how you always look out for yourself and others. You often place yourself on the front lines when confronting various challenges, often keeping your experiences to yourself in order to prevent hurting others.

Your FS values the fact that you are someone who seeks to resolve problems through communication. You strive to approach others and engage in conversation before acting without careful thought. Your natural inclination towards rationality allows you to navigate and resolve situations without unnecessary drama.

Your FS appreciates your ability to keep secrets. They trust that anything they confide in you will remain confidential, making you an extremely reliable person.

Your FS admires your ability to always find a way. You navigate paths with confidence, even if it means breaking down barriers to progress. Additionally, you have a keen sense of direction and excel at using maps and location.

Astrological Placements you may have:

Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio placements; Dominant Libra; Taurus/Capricorn/Virgo placements; More planets in the 4th/7th/8th and 12th house.

Pile B

Your future spouse (FS) appreciates your adventurous nature and how you enjoy getting out of the house to experience new things. While you find comfort at home, you also have a desire to explore and bring back new experiences to your safe haven.

Your FS admires your appearance of being a more traditional person, someone who dresses and behaves in a formal manner. They also appreciate your rationality and ability to express your emotions in different ways, showcasing your emotional intelligence. If you have a fair skin tone, they find it particularly beautiful.

Your FS is drawn to the mystery that surrounds you. There is always something new to discover about you, something you keep hidden from others, and they are intrigued to unravel your secrets.

Your FS values your wisdom and the way you have transformed your pain into knowledge. They admire your belief that everything has its own time and that timing is important. You are likely older than your FS, and they seek your advice and guidance.

Your FS admires your ambitious mindset. You think big, dream big, and refuse to diminish yourself for anyone. You are unafraid to assert yourself and communicate your needs.

Astrological Placements you may have:

Cancer/Scorpio/Pisces placements; Virgo/Taurus/Capricorn placements; Scorpio Dominant; Saturn Dominant; Pluto Dominant; a touch of Gemini/Aquarius/Libra (only one or two placements); Planets in the 8th/12th house.

Pile C

Your future spouse (FS) appreciates your organizational skills and how you are always planning things and maintaining cleanliness. You take pride in feeling physically and spiritually clean, and you make an effort to create a fragrant environment, whether it's at home or at work.

Your FS likes that you are someone who goes through phases and embraces change. You don't follow a rigid routine but instead allow life to unfold naturally. You adapt and know what needs to be done when situations arise because, as mentioned earlier, you are a planner. However, you don't plan every detail of big things. You are also someone who easily changes preferences, be it in hairstyles, clothing, books, or music.

Your FS is drawn to your dreamy nature, which also carries a hint of mysticism. You frequently engage in mystical practices such as tarot, astrology, or reiki. Your FS not only accepts but also appreciates this aspect of you. They see you as someone who has insights into the future, bringing comfort and reassurance.

Your FS likes how well you can blend in. You effortlessly adapt and integrate into various environments, to the point that you might almost go unnoticed. You are not noisy or attention-seeking; instead, you are composed and can easily fit into any space without causing disruptions.

Your FS admires your dedication to studying and your love for reading. They appreciate that you enjoy learning and also have a creative side, possibly in writing or drawing. Even if you don't pursue those activities professionally, your passion for them shines through.

Astrological Placements you may have:

Gemini placements; Uranus dominant or well-aspected Uranus; Neptune dominant or well-aspected Neptune; Virgo placements.

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simpforboys · 2 years ago

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set fire to the rain

neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: your relationship with neteyam was beautiful until the return of the sky people. now you have to adapt your life to things you would never expect.

warnings: angst! fluff in the beginning-middle, swearing, character death, pregnancy, unknown pregnancy, mentions of smut aged up! character

based on set fire to the rain by my queen adele

this is a long one but i’m actually so proud of it, let me know what you all think <33 (not proof read)

𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚝

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎

you met neteyam when you were seven years old. neteyam was eight. he was taller, quicker, and wiser. it never changed as he grew into a teenager.

he always was a shining star; the prince of the omatikaya clan. it wasn't until you had turned seventeen, neteyam eighteen, when you would become his true shining star.

you were happy with another man, going to mate officially with him once you turned eighteen in a month. but the plan quickly changed once you saw him courting another woman under the tree of souls.

your heart shattered as you watched them mate, the woman unknowingly taking your place. you would never forget the way it felt for your heart to drop completely.

but neteyam was quick to pick you back up. he had watched you from afar ever since being juveniles, an unknown presence drawing himself to you.

your depressive state hit him more than he would like to admit it, but he strived to make you see him the way he saw you.

it took months, but eventually, you found yourself falling for the prince. he made you feel something no other man has made you feel before.

"where are we going, neteyam?" you questioned the boy as you closed your eyes, following the sound of his excited voice.

"somewhere special, ma y/n. mawey (calm)."

your once broken heart fluttered against your chest. your tail wagged happily behind you, neteyam's own following your pattern as he took you to his place.

his place he went to when his father got too much for him, a place that he felt his best. "open."

you opened your eyes, adjusting to the bright nightlife that surrounded you. the plants glowing blues, pinks, purples, and about every color you could think of.

seeds from the tree of souls soon landed on top of you and neteyam, eywa's ultimate sign.

"y/n, there is something out there that is telling me that we are meant for each other. i can never get you out of my head, the feeling i get just when you are around me- i cannot even describe it,"

your heart pounded as your ears fell flat, signaling you were listening intently to his words. the na'vi man grabbed your hands in his.

"it would be the biggest honor if you were to mate with me."

"oh, neteyam." you practically jumped against him, pulling the tall man into your embrace. your tail instinctively wrapped itself around his own, pulling each other closer.

"oel ngati kameie (i see you), y/n."

"oel ngati kameie, ma neteyam."

neteyam placed his soft lips gently against your own, the feeling magical as he finally got to hold you the way he always wanted to.

"i will protect your heart, mind, and soul while i live." he mumbled against your skin.

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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

a year went by of you and neteyam being officially mated. it wasn't until the sky people had returned when your lives flipped upside down.

jake had taken you under his wing when neteyam brought you home, allowing you the option for mo'at to help train you as tsahìk. but you had turned it down, preferring to hunt and live a freeing life.

the night neteyam broke the news to you was right after lo'ak had almost gotten him killed.

you were making dinner in your little hut, waiting for your mate to return from the meeting with his family.

the tall man was silent as he returned, picking at his fruit while you ate.

"are you going to tell me what is troubling you?" you questioned him.

you began to get worried as you watched his lips tremble.

"i have to go, ma y/n."

you placed your hand on his stripped knee, stomach turning as you stared at his broken face.

"what?"

"the sky people are after me and my family... we must leave the clan to protect everyone."

you stayed quiet for a minute, trying to process what he had just told you. "then i am coming with you."

"no- it is too dangerous."

neteyam went to stand, you quickly following his lead.

"neteyam-"

"ma y/n, please," it was the first time you had seen him cry. his voice was shaking as he ran a hand through his long braids.

"please stay here. it is not safe for you to come."

"i cannot lose you, 'teyam."

your mate pulled you into his embrace, your head resting into the crook of his neck as you both sniffled.

"you will not lose me, i am just going to be away for awhile."

"how are you going to protect me?" you asked him quietly, tears rolling off your cheeks and onto his chest.

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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

'𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

it had been months since neteyam left you. everyday your heart yearned for him, needing to see and hold your mate once more. but you knew your people needed you, so you continued to stay.

as the days went past, your heart continued to grow heavy. you had been complaining to mo'at of a stomach ache for a week now, neither of you knowing how to treat it.

but when you were sleeping, a voice woke you up gently.

norm's eyes met yours, an apologetic yet scared look on his face.

"jake just called, he said something is wrong with kiri. do you want to come with us?"

you quickly jumped up, rushing after the group of dream walkers. the pain in your stomach grew tighter as you called your ikran.

"we go!" you said to the group, jumping onto your purple ikran with gold accents.

you glided next to the avatars as they flew in a helicopter, your mind racing as the edge of the forest grew closer.

you were gripping onto the hold of your ikran in pain, a gust of wind faltering your movement.

neteyam…

it sounded like someone was warning you. a chill ran down your spine as you looked around.

"we have to loop around, y/n." norm called out. you nodded, not forgetting the eerie spirit that called out your mate's name.

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the journey was long as your tired eyes threatened to close every minute. you had no clue where you were going, following the helicopter full of dream walkers.

as you let out another yawn, you opened your eyes fully to see the clearest water you have ever seen. you couldn't help but marvel at the sight, seeing every coral and creature that lived.

"alright, closing in." you heard norm speak.

you straightened your back and adjusting your clothing garments, preparing to meet your mate. what if he found someone else? what if he didn't want you to come?

the thoughts ate away at you as you saw the clan of reef people. you couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving your people, your stomach aching once more.

your ikran roared as the helicopter landed on the sand, a crowd forming around as you narrowed your eyes. your gaze on jake, your father-in-law.

you let out a deep breath as you landed your ikran, jumping off the creature and disconnecting your queues.

"y/n?" jake asked, releasing norm from a strange embrace.

"where is neteyam?" you questioned him. you both looked exhausted, despite jake being directly on the peaceful ocean.

"he is with kiri."

you could feel people's eyes on you, judging your appearance, fawning over it, or confused on why you showed up.

you nodded at your father-in-law, following after norm and jake as they rushed to help kiri.

they approached a marui pod, your heart rate suddenly picking up as your previous thoughts filled your head. your chest hurt from anxiety and you couldn't help but peek in the pod.

there sat tuk, neytiri, lo'ak, and neteyam.

"y/n?" tuk gasped in excitement, noticing the feather and beads she braided into your hair one night.

your body appeared from the entrance, everyone's ears dropped as the sun gave you a silhouette.

"y/n!" tuk ran over to you, hugging your stomach tightly as you hugged her back. neteyam quickly stood up, believing it was all a dream.

as tuk let go, your eyes built tears as your mate approached you.

"ma y/n?" he asked softly, almost scared to believe you were really here with him. you nodded, hugging him tightly.

back in your mate's embrace, it felt as if every thought was swept away. until you heard, "neteyam" whisper past your ear, wind rushing into the pod.

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𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

neteyam had taken you out onto the beach that night, happiness in his body; an emotion he hasn't felt in months.

his hand held yours as you two walked on the cold sand, your toes scrunching against the dirt-like substance. the sound of the waves was like music to your ears.

"i cannot believe you are here," neteyam said. it was hours after norm left, sunset dawning over pandora. the sky a deep purple, illuminating both your white freckles.

"we do not get sunsets like these in the forest," you teased.

neteyam grinned down at you, watching as you sat on the sand. he followed your lead, stars softly coating the sky.

neteyam laid down, not caring about sand getting stuck in his hair. you laid on his chest, cuddling against him as you gazed on the pretty eclipse.

"i could not last another day without you, ma neteyam," you admitted. his calming heartbeat reassured you everything, his hand gently running up and down your bicep.

"i hated being away from you... but you shouldn't have come, y/n." your mate replied.

you frowned at his words, leaning up so you could look down on his glowing features. "whatever comes, we will tackle it together. we will protect each other."

“i promise you, we will go home together.”

you leaned down to press a nurturing kiss on his plump lips, his hand moving to your lower back. he pushed you closer to him, desperate for your attention he has so longed for.

that night you reconnected on the beach, unknowing it would be the last peaceful night you share.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗

life seemed to be going by too quickly. the next day, the tsahìk, ronal, had her spirit sister and calf die. your heart ached for the poor woman, never wanting to lose your own ikran.

neteyam held your hand as the metkayina people grouped together, doing cultural shouts. you looked at your mate, holding onto his bicep as jake calmed the crowd down.

"you tell the tulkun that if they're hit by one of these they're marked for death, okay?" jake announced, showing a tracking dart.

your eyes trained on the bright yellow dart, you didn't notice lo'ak slipping out of the marui pod. "c'mon," neteyam grabbed you.

"no way you're going out there, baby brother." neteyam said to lo'ak as you watched the brothers.

"i have to warn payakan about the sky people," lo'ak remarked.

"no, i've got to keep your skxawng (idiot) ass here."

you heard your mate sigh before he continued speaking.

"why do you always have to be so difficult?"

"no, you mean why can't i be the perfect little soldier like you?"

"lo'ak-" you intervened, the boys' gaze landing on you. you gave the younger boy a back-off look.

lo'ak scoffed at you, continuing his rant.

"i'm not you! he's my brother, i'm going." lo'ak's words were filled with rage.

"no, i'm your brother!" neteyam yelled at his brother, seeing him dive into the water.

"lo'ak! get back here you- ugh!" neteyam shouted in frustration.

"we must go after him!" neteyam announced as a few other metkayina people approached, named tsireya, ao'nung, and rotxo.

you jumped onto neteyam's ilu, holding tightly onto his lower waist as you sucked in your breath. the familiar twist of your stomach appeared, your heart thundering in your chest as you felt your mate grip your thigh.

as you all approached lo'ak, your eyes marveled at the massive creature that befriended lo'ak.

"help! he's been hit!" lo'ak shouted, all of you jumping onto the animal. you let out a gasp as the tulkun had a tracking dart on him, your eyes shifting up to see kiri and tuk approaching.

"y/n- what is happening?" tuk asked, holding onto your hand as you helped her onto the tulkun.

you turned around, seeing a ship approaching.

"neteyam!" you announced. everyone moved quickly as the ship continued to approach, lo'ak calling for backup to jake.

time moved too quick as the teens finally yanked the dart off payakan. "i will throw them off!"

neteyam took off on the ilu as you urged tuk and kiri onto one.

tuk held onto you, frightened by what was happening. none of you went very far as submarines were hot on your tail, splitting you all up.

you made sure to not lose tuk as you were struggling to hold your breath, not being prepared like your family was.

you soon found an air pocket, making sure tuk was with you as you sucked in deep breaths.

“i’m scared.” tuk admitted to you, her voice shaky.

“it is okay, i will get you back to neytiri and jake okay, i promise.” tuk nodded as tsireya swam into the air pocket with lo’ak.

“we have to get away,” tsireya said.

“we’re trapped.” lo’ak’s energy was full of frustration.

neteyam…

the voice once again whipped past your ear, making it falter.

“you three just need to escape, i will try to hold them off.” you told them.

nodding in agreement, you sucked in a deep breath as you swam in front of them. a force pushed you back, and you quickly realized that a net had caught tsireya and tuk.

you swam up to the surface, gasping for air as you called for your ikran.

the creature quickly scooped you up from the ocean water, your body dripping as you flew off to try and meet jake and neytiri.

your eyes narrowed as you saw another ikran approaching. “neytiri!” you shouted out.

she flew next to you, panic written on her face.

“they took tuk and lo’ak.”

she hissed in frustration, speaking to jake in their ear pieces. “you will keep watch for us.”

you didn’t argue with the mother, your mind too far gone into panic.

and as jake stood off with the sky people, your body slowly dried off from the sharp wind.

but when payakan leaped out of the water and took out people, you couldn’t help but notice your mate jump onto the ship.

the reef people and neytiri rushed into war, trying to give you all time to escape. you flew down next to the ship, jumping off to meet neteyam.

“y/n, get tuk and tsireya out of here!”

“girls go!” you barked the command, watching as they dove off safely.

neteyam hissed gently, mad you didn’t follow them. “together, remember?”

“we need to get spider!” lo’ak announced, taking off into the ship.

neteyam rushed after him, you quickly on their tail.

➽──────────────────❥

But I set fire to the rain

Watched it pour as I touched your face

Well, it burned while I cried

'Cause I heard it screaming out your name

Your name

neteyam…

you once again felt chills run down your body, your mate’s name being called out to you.

“ma neteyam,” you whispered. you didn’t get another chance to speak before the boys jumped down to fight off the sky people, protecting their friend, spider.

“okay, let us get out of here!”

a gunshot sounded next to your figures, making your already anxious heart worsen. neteyam pushed you all forward, urging you to get off the ship.

fire igniting from the inside of the ship, ash forming on all your bodies.

“give me this!” he took the gun from lo’ak, shooting off some sky people as spider and lo’ak dove into the ocean.

“y/n, go!” neteyam commanded.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your mate’s name was being chanted in your head.

neteyam… neteyam… neteyam… neteyam…

“y/n!” he shouted, pulling you out of your trance. you jumped into the ocean, feeling the wave of another body next to you.

your head was ringing as you kicked your feet to the surface, your stomach pain stopping as your heartbeat slowed.

you looked around for your mate, feeling as if the rushing time had now stopped.

➽──────────────────❥

I set fire to the rain

And I threw us into the flames

When it fell, something died

'Cause I knew that that was

The last time, the last time

“i’m shot,” he moaned out in pain.

the words rung in your head, making your vision fuzzy. tsireya called an ilu, all of them forcing neteyam on the animal.

you jumped onto the animal, the chant continuing as neteyam leaned onto you for support.

his blood seeped onto your breast as jake met you all on a rocky island, helping you grab your injured mate.

your body was numb from shock, seeing your mate bleed out as neytiri now joined you.

neteyam was gasping for breath as he grabbed your hand. you gripped onto him, now coming back to reality.

“ma neteyam-“ you choked out.

“i’m sorry,” he apologized to everyone.

you ran your hand against his forehead to his cheek, tears pouring from your darkened eyes.

“i cannot lose you, 'teyam.” you cried, staring into his once bright eyes that were now dull and lifeless.

“y/n- i-“ neteyam choked out, but his sentence was never finished as his grip loosened.

the familiar feeling of your heart dropping now returned, one you would never wish upon anyone.

and as his soul slipped away, the ringing stopped. there was no more chanting, nothing but silence.

and then neytiri began screaming from grief, jake trying to calm her down.

too overwhelmed with shock, you stared down at your mate. his once happy, bright, wise soul now with the great mother.

you hadn’t even noticed jake and neytiri left, the only noise that you processed is the sound of the waves hitting the rock. tsireya was crying with lo’ak, saddened over the loss of the mighty warrior.

you placed your mate’s hand on your chest, relishing in the moments you spent together.

flashbacks stuck in your head from the night he left you, the night you two shared just a few days ago.

your ears were downturned as tears fell onto his wrist, eyes closed as you tried to feel your mate.

“i can’t feel you-“ you sobbed quietly.

➽──────────────────❥

Sometimes I wake up by the door

That heart you caught must be waiting for you

Even now, when we're already over

I can't help myself from looking for you

the night of neteyam’s funeral you went to ronal for stomach pain.

the ceremony was beautiful, watching your mate have his energy be taken back by eywa. and while you were still in disbelief, you will never forget how the bright life engulfed him.

he was always so filled with light and joy, sharing it to others. he had the ability to cheer anyone up, and it made him adored by many.

and you will continue to keep that memory of him.

she was cleaning her home, her pregnant belly bulging as she came over and placed her finned hand directly on your stomach.

“you are pregnant.”

three years later

“zerok! be careful!” you laughed, chasing after your son.

you scooped him up in your arms, blowing against his belly as he giggled from your antics.

he wiggled out of your arms, continuing to run over to the beach. your son loved playing on the sand with the other kids, babbling with them as they played with nature.

you watched as your son approached a crying girl, cocking his head. he didn’t say anything, just began to hug her.

and when you realized the sight, tears began to build in your eyes. zerok looked identical to neteyam and you only hoped he would get his personality too.

you saw your deceased mate in zerok, a strong wave of emotion washing over you as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

that night, you took zerok to the spirit tree of the metkayina clan. you had resided there for the years as your mate was with their ancestors, not yours.

“ready, baby?” you smiled down at your son, helping him swim down to the tree.

you carefully connected his queue to the tree, following yours after. and as you closed your eyes, you felt like you were being sucked back.

your eyes opened, the sound of purring coming from a few feet away. the figure was hidden by brush as you cautiously pushed it away.

there, you saw neteyam. he was holding zerok in his arms, cradling him to sleep.

you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, scared that if you were to blink everything would disappear.

“there you are, i was beginning to worry about you.”

neteyam’s voice was gentle, a soft rasp hidden behind his vocal cords. he turned around, his face faltering once he saw you crying.

“why are you crying?” he asked, reaching his hand up to wipe away your tears.

“i just love my boys so much,” you said. pressing a kiss to zerok’s temple, neteyam leaned down to press his forehead to yours. you heard him sigh as he spoke.

“let’s go home.”

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purplesoulcollection · 2 months ago

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Unnatural Love

Part 10 Synopsis : Name has being transmigrated into the world of I'm Not That Kind Of Talent without ever reading the novel. She's not being reincarnated as a human but as a devil as well. Hi There! I want to let you know that this fanfiction story isn't solely my creation. I borrowed the concept from @quqiwo2. I haven't actually read the novel either, just some spoiler to the end.

I hope you'll excuse my spelling and grammar mistake, because English not my first language.

Since that day, every day I asked Deon about my appearance.

But he never once answered whether I was beautiful, ugly, suitable, bad or something like that. He wasn't honest with me… it seems he has nothing to say to me at all.

Hiks...

But beside that, I definitely preferred the Human world over the Devil world. I really enjoyed our daily walks before Deon and I, as his partner, took part in the hunting competition organized by the emperor..

In the human world, we experience days filled with sunlight, while in the Devil world, it's always night, with only the moon shining. It quite dull there to me to having a nightmare always in the dark and only be illuminated by a blood red moon.

The human world here is expected to be more ancient than Earth. Their style is certainly reminiscent of the 15th century. However, they also offer a variety of unique dishes that I've never encountered before. I wasn't sure if these foods have existed on Earth as well.

Although to be honest, human food is no longer suitable for my taste as a Demon race.

Even though I'm disguised, the body I inhabit is still a devil. That's the reality.

Even if I am a human now, i don't think it will be my cup of the tea.

I was really excited to see all the unique food, but I didn't want to buy any for myself. I let Deon treat himself instead. He offered me some, but I had to politely decline.

Deon confessed to me that he has a strong preference for food that is not only tasty but also one-of-a-kind and hard to find. As always, noble tastes were quite distinct from the normal civilian like me...

By the way, Deon also took me to his troop in the human world too. Although he was hesitant to do it, I convince him the otherwise.

They were called Lofty troops, I think.

The soldiers who see themselves as the most honorable, despite lacking noble lineage, strive fiercely in battle to prove themselves as some of the finest, albeit ruthless, warriors in the kingdom.

Hey everyone! I want you to meet my fiancée, Adele. I'm introducing her to you guys only because she requested it.

"No Way!!!"

"The captain suddenly has a fiancée, despite never having been involved in any scandals before!"

"Damn you Captain, I lost the bet because the sudden fiancée!!!"

"What, a woman like you actually became the Marquis's fiancée!"

"How do you seduce Captain to love you, tell me!!!"

"Please be quiet, everyone! Mind your language! Captain's still here with us."

"All of you, run then rounds for being disrespectful to Master's fiancée."

It's the only woman here who's raising her voice. Is she the one responsible for keeping everyone in line? And all the soldiers here also doing what she said.

"I apologize, my lady. You must witness the disrespectful behavior of our soldier. I, Lianne Reiner, extend my sincerest apologies to you."

"No problem at all Ms. Lianne, Deon already warn me before. If i really cared about appropriate behavior, i wouldn't came here."

"You already seeing those crazy dogs, are you satisfied?" Ask Deon. He still seems upset because of the soldier's earlier comment, they’re so bold to make a bet about his relationship and view him with such innocence guy who can be seduced by everyone.

I understand now.

It’s clear that the Lofty troop being happy if Deon found a partner to share and became his support.

They even shared some amusing stories about his past mishaps, which made him seem quite endearing. Watching Deon react playfully to their teasing was fun, but he could only blush and wish they would stop in the end!

Despite their rudeness towards me and Deon, they still place a high value on their master's reputation. This is the kind of ally Deon has in the human realm.

"Deon?"

"What?"

"They are the good people you know?"

"They are crazy..."

But he couldn't hide his reddened ear that secretly invoice his expression.

The day of the competition arrived which was predictable to be the day where I had to intervene in fate. So I already made the plan for that.

"Are you sure you want to wear that clothes, Adele?" Deon ask me when he see my clothes.

Yes, I wore very controversial clothes for this era, a blue shirt and trousers. I asked the maid to make me a pair of trousers for me.

Even though these are trousers, the maid who made them still designed them well, there are beautiful lace and decorations that are not objectionable.

I chose the shirt itself in black. Because white has become Deon's signature color.

"I didn't come to sit back and drink tea like a human, Deon."

"But..."

"There are things I have to do there."

"Can't I know?"

"It's not that you can't know, but you will find out later."

"..."

Trust me, Deon. I didn't come to do evil. "

...

“Okay. I believe you.”

"Thank you, Deon. Your clothes suits you. The emperor have a good eyes! But i will too..." I smiled happily at Deon. And Leon could only smile resignedly at me. He knows that i will start my project to design him as the aesthetic model.

We hugged before Remember coughing.

"The carriage is ready, Young Master, madam."

And off we went...

"Emperor, this is my fiancee, Adelle."

Why suddenly I was introduced to the Emperor.

"It's an honor to watch Deon Hart finally have someone to love." He looks at me, his eyes appear quite unusual—wild yet weary, accentuated by dark circles beneath them.

I-I'm afraid of him....

"Nice to meet you, Emperor. I'm Adelle"

“He is not a noble, please forgive his ethical lapse.”

"By our esteemed Hero, what can I not tolerate for you."

Then they stepped away to have a private conversation. Left on my own, I quietly employed my skills to steer clear of the nobles who were eager to learn more about me.

I noticed the nobles searching around anxiously, clearly on the lookout for me.

But unfortunately my priority right now is not to talk to them.

'Where is Cruel Hart?'

Then I used my skills to look for it. He was walking in the forest.

Why is he in the forest?

Does he want to do something?

I have to follow him.

I ran in the middle of the forest but I still couldn't find him.

Where did Cruel Hart go?

Looks like I got lost while looking for Cruel Hart...

Damn I've wasted a lot of time for a person I've never even met before.

On the screen, Cruel Hart finally meets Deon, who for some reason is also in the same place.

Like a destinated fate…

Impossible. Is it possible that the Cruel Hart tragedy will happen before Deon's eyes? ..

In that case, I have to quickly find them...

"You think I can't recognize you just because you wear a robe like that." Deon said with blood in his mouth.

Saying that to Cruel who was trying to cover his face with a cloak.

"What are you planning, Cruel Hardt. What is your reason for being here."

But in the end Cruel Hart gave up trying to hide his face.

He pulled Deon's hand tightly

Hey, aren't you listening to what I'm saying, I have nothing more to say to you. "

Deon, who was pulled, was helplessly pulled after Cruel. After trying to let go of the hand that was pulling him but it wouldn't let go. Deon gave up trying to get off from him.

But before he could stop Cruel. Suddenly Cruel took out his sword.

Deon thought that Cruel would kill him right then and there. But it turns out that Cruel actually blocked the attack from the assassin.

He saw him blocked the attack that was mean to him. “Why?”

He gazes at him in disbelief, struggling to comprehend what Cruel has done for him. Wasn't he supposed to hate him and want him dead? So why did he step in to block that attack?

“I don’t have time to explain. There’s someone who wants to kill you.”

“You'll have a trouble to avoid it now because he even sent an army capable of killing a hero like us.”

Deon was shaking with fear when he saw the troops, the black uniform asassins who could even kill heroes like him.

But Cruel soothe him by placing his hand on his head, make Deon's attention focused at him

“The human world is no longer safe for you."

"Go to the other side and come back, Deon"

“Kill the two of them!”

Cruel swiftly dodged the assassins and arrows aimed at him. Rather than fleeing, Deon chose to assist Cruel in taking down the attacker.

So the two of them work together.

Until finally an arrow shot towards Deon who was unaware of this

And Cruel was the one who protected Deon and allowed himself to be hit by the arrow. The arrow struck Cruel, causing blood to flow from his wounds.

“You..!!! What are you doing right now, protect me when i don't even ask it?”

“What are you acting like you care now, you-“

He being paused…

And he stopped talking, the cold sweat began to appear, his body began to tremble even when it was a sunny and hot day. he's started having seizures.

but cruel closes Deon's eyes to reality. Like wants to shield him from this evil world.

"do not worry about it."

"Do as usual, only think about what you're thinking is right."

Then Cruel pushed Deon and didn't realize that he would be stabbed in the heart.

Deon caught sight of it; the knife glimmered briefly, catching the sunlight just before it aimed for Cruel's back. That moment made me step back from the strike, and I noticed him smiling with a knowing look.

'Brother..."

When I witnessed the knife that was about to penetrate his heart and my world will became bleak.

Plats

The white light repelled the sword. Cruel and the that person snapped from the intervention.

"You guys okay?" She appeared out of nowhere, basking in the sunlight, and for a brief moment, she resembled an angel in Deon's eyes.

"Adele..."

To Be Continued

#fanfic #x reader #manhwa #manhwa x reader #deon hart #fem reader #i'm not that kind of talent #deon hart x reader #reader insert #intkot

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bakersimmer · 2 years ago

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Sims 4 Flower Garden Legacy

This legacy is inspired by flowers and the meanings attributed to them. I used the interpretations from two books I found on my mother's bookshelf.

These are more like guidelines and thoughts on how to make your different generations more interesting, especially if you are like me, and you need goals and challenges to stay engaged. I didn't have time to playtest all the generations, but I know it's possible to push your sims to the limit without cheating.

First things first

TS4 is easy enough to play without cheating

Different generations are linked to different expansions

Objectives are not in chronological order

To add more excitement, try out different mods

There are no assigned traits, but some traits would make your sims life easier. Follow your gut on this

There are no assigned colors. Again, follow your gut

English is not my first language, so please ignore any grammar mistakes 🙃 unless I wrote complete gibberish and you don't understand a single word in a sentence, then let me know

G1 Azalea

Azalea symbolizes friendship, family, joy, and tradition. With the right amount of sunlight and water, this low-maintenance plant will bring an abundance of color and beauty to your life.

You have a gentle and nurturing personality, with a talent for caring for others and creating a warm, welcoming environment. You prioritize spending time with loved ones and creating meaningful connections with others in your community. You find joy in the beauty of nature and have a passion for gardening and spending time in the kitchen.

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Have at least three kids

Develop the highest possible skill level in cooking, baking, gardening, flower arranging, and parenting

Have some kind of social event with family and friends every Saturday (dinner, bbq, etc.)

Grow at least 10 different types of flowers in your garden (As of May 2023, there are 24 flowers in the game)

Use only low to mid-range furniture and appliances. Never replace anything, fix it yourself

To make money, you can only sell what you have grown or made yourself (vegetables, flower arrangements, preserves, cakes)

G2 Hollyhock

Hollyhock symbolizes ambition, abundance, resilience, and determination. With little care, this tall and sturdy flower will bring vibrance to your garden.

You always felt like you had to compete for the attention. You are highly ambitious, striving to achieve your goals and exceed expectations. While putting a lot of emphasis on your education and career, you neglect your close relationships. You struggle to express your feelings and connect with others on an emotional level. Despite all this, you are a loyal and supportive partner who does everything to show your feelings in a more practical way.

Aspiration: Academic -> Fabulously Wealthy

Complete the first aspiration and move to the next one

Get the best possible grades in elementary school, high school, and university

Have a career in business. You aim for the top

Marry the first sim you have a romantic relationship with

You are the breadwinner. The spouse quits their job after marriage and never works again

Don't spend much time with your child/children

Your home has medium and high price items. When something breaks, you always replace it with a new one

Pass the family money to the next heir

G3 Hydrangea

Hydrangea symbolizes vanity, arrogance, and desire. With little care, hydrangea brings elegance to your garden with its large and showy blooms.

You are highly creative and have a refined sense of style. Being in front of the cameras feels natural to you. You are self-centred and tend to prioritize your needs and desires above those of others. Thanks to your skills and fame, you accumulate a large amount of wealth.

Aspiration: World-Famous Celebrity

Develop the highest possible skill level in charisma, comedy, and acting

Go to a club/restaurant at least twice a week

Have one Meet and Greet in every season

Use mean interactions often

Change your hair color at least 3 times in your life

Hire a butler

In old age, an unexpected wave of generosity hits you, and you donate all your wealth

G4 Yarrow

Yarrow symbolizes strength, courage, overcoming and recovery. This flower will grow even on the poorest soil and doesn't require any care to thrive.

You grew up in luxury and wealth, but now you have nothing. Despite the obstacles, you are determined to provide for yourself because you want a stable and secure life. It is very important for you that your children are equipped with the necessary skills to be independent and successful by the time they move out.

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim -> Super Parent

Complete the first aspiration and move to the next one

Start with 0 money and a tent

In addition to work, dumpster dive to find valuables that you can sell (Don't sell collectibles or paintings/music/books for extra cash)

Attend different skill classes

Choose medicine as the last career and work in that field until retirement

Fall in love with a patient and end up marrying them

All your kids must gain a Top-Notch-Toddler trait

Always help your children with homework/school projects

All your kids must gain at least one positive character value trait

G5 Gardenia

Gardenia symbolizes sensuality, passion, and secret love. This sweet and intoxicating flower requires a little bit more attention from its grower.

You have a magnetic personality and natural charm. You are a hopeless romantic who tends to get caught in the passion and excitement of new relationships. You avoid long-term commitment because you fear that the daily routine will kill the excitement and passion. For that one special person, you are willing to take a chance on love despite your fears.

Aspiration: Serial Romantic -> Soulmate

Complete the first aspiration and move to the next one

Have a childhood friend who later becomes your soulmate

Work in Public Relations (Social Media career)

Get married at least 3 times

Woohoo in 10 different locations (As of May 2023, there are 23 locations/ways on the list)

No kids until adulthood

Reconnect with your childhood friend and settle down with them

G6 Protea

Protea symbolizes dreams, exploration, courage, and resilience. This plant needs a lot of space and sun to grow. It should not be planted deeper than the surface level of the soil.

You have a strong sense of wanderlust and a need for adventures. You love new experiences and cherish old memories. For you, a job is just a means to an end.

Complete two adventure/location-based aspirations

Develop the highest possible skill level in fitness, photography, programming, and logic

Work as a freelance programmer

Complete the postcard collection

Move repeatedly and live in at least 3 different worlds

Settle down in one of the desert/warm climate worlds (Oasis Springs, StrangerVille, Sulani, Del Sol Valley, or Tartosa)

Go on a family vacation in every season

G7 Snapdragon

Snapdragons symbolize passion, deception, denial, duality, and strength. This eye-catching, mostly warm-colored flower spices up your garden.

You are a master of deception, leading a double life. At first glance, you appear ordinary or even mundane, but looks are deceiving. Beneath your boring surface lurks something more sinister. Your purpose in life is to make others' lives a living hell because seeing them suffer is your favorite pastime. You are very passionate about your hobbies...maybe even a little fanatical.

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Develop the highest possible skill level in mischief, singing, piano

Fight with 5 different Sims

Become a Triple Agent (Secret Agent Career)

All your kids have to play one musical instrument at the highest possible skill level before they become young adults

All your kids have to have one negative character value trait

G8 Daffodil

Daffodil symbolizes new beginnings, rebirth, truth, and creativity. Daffodils love sunlight and well-drained soil. Therefore, the best growing place for this flower is an open and raised flowerbed.

You are a detail-oriented individual driven by a deep desire to uncover the truth. While searching for the truth, you stumble on a secret that will profoundly challenge your worldviews. You are loved and supported by your community, who admires your dedication.

Aspiration: StrangerVille Mystery & Friend of the World

Work as a journalist

Be a member of at least two clubs and host club meetings every week

Solve StrangerVille Mystery

Get married to a sim who helped you defeat the Mother Plant

Host at least 8 different types of social events in your lifetime (As of May 2023, game has 25 different social events)

All your kids have to complete the Social Butterfly aspiration

G9 Rudbeckia

Rudbeckia symbolizes justice, fairness, motivation, and optimism. Rudbeckia is a hardy flower that loves evenly moist soil but can also survive drought and scorching sun.

You are a highly principled individual deeply committed to upholding justice and protecting others. You are willing to make great sacrifices to ensure that justice is served. After work, you enjoy creative pursuits which allow you to unwind from the stresses of your work. You desire balance and harmony in your home life.

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Develop the highest possible skill level in wellness, painting, knitting, and cross-stitching

Work as a detective

Have a romantic relationship with one of the suspects but break it off eventually

Own a house with a large and luscious backyard where you spend most of your free time

Be strict with your kids, and never miss an opportunity to discipline them

All your kids have to earn the Emotional Control trait

G10 Lavender

Lavender symbolizes spirituality, intuition, devotion, and growth. Lavender needs a lot of light and warmth. Although this flower looks hardy, it's highly receptive to changes in the soil.

You are fascinated by the concept of magical and mystical, so you spend a lot of your time exploring spiritual practices and rituals to connect with this hidden world. You are determined to connect with and become part of the supernatural world. You have a soothing energy that puts others at ease.

Aspiration: Choose a vampire, spellcaster, or a werewolf aspiration

Develop the highest level of Medium skill

Work as a paranormal investigator

Become a friend with a vampire, spellcaster, or a werewolf

Become a vampire, spellcaster, or a werewolf

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 flower garden legacy #ts4 flower garden legacy #flower garden legacy

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Pre Season Four press thread with Freya talking about Ciri and Liam.

Freya's been on a press tour for the Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes for the past few months, and she'd sometimes share a morsel of information about S4 of The Witcher, so I thought I'd put all the quotes on it together to tide us over during the hiatus and bring in some more positivity!

Allan reveals that Ciri goes to "quite a dark place within herself… She's trying to pretend to be someone else and is becoming that," she explains. "It's a darker place for her but there's many moments of joy and freedom in many ways that she hasn't had. So it's this double-edged sword." To not succumb the story to the fantastical elements and magical powers Ciri has, Allan strives to still make Ciri relatable and as humane as possible. “I’m always fighting to prioritize and keep the story and character building to try to make it as real as possible. Because otherwise, it would just be soul-sucking.” Allan heavily relies on the books in which The Witcher is based for the upcoming season, more than in years past. "It's been exciting because I've been able to have creative input about things I like in the book, and I'll ask to put those elements from the book in the show," she smiles. She sees her journey with Ciri as one that both mirrors and seeps into her own life in its own strange way. "What I go through as Freya in some ways is what she's going through," she says. "We have kind of become those characters and the line has crossed over a bit. She was never particularly dissimilar to me. She's formed quite a lot of me." (via Flaunt Magazine)

"I don't want to speak for [Liam], but from what I've understood, I feel like he's really wanting to try and bring the heart. He's been training. I feel sorry for him, honestly, because, number one, that fan base can be very attack-y, and it's not an ideal situation to be in taking up someone else's role. But I'm really excited to see what he does. And he's such a lovely guy. I just hope that people give him the time of day, you know?" (via Collider)

"[Liam]'s so sweet and just such a normal guy and so willing to connect," Allan says. "And I feel bad for him because he's had so much weight and pressure on his shoulders, joining a new cast as one of the leads and replacing someone else who's already done three seasons. It's a lot. It's been important for the rest of us to really make him feel that he's a part of the family." (via Inverse)

"[Ciri]'s experiencing a very complicated romantic relationship for the first time and really falls into a very dark and brutal side of herself but also a very free one in some ways," Allan says, calling it liberating "to be able to do something different than before and surprising, hopefully." (via Variety)

“[Liam]’s lovely. Really, really sweet, a really, you know, grounded person. And I was dreading it for a while if I’m being honest, but now I’m on it, and we have, thank god, a great director starting us off which has made it so much fun. My storyline is�� there’s so much great stuff to play. I’m actually quite happy, yeah.” (via Comicbook)

“I haven’t… I haven't necessarily really wanted to do [Season Four]. But now I really want to. Now I’m loving it. And let me tell you why. Because our director (Sergio Mimica-Gezzan) for block one is brilliant. You don’t always get directors that actually direct you, and give you ideas that you haven't thought of that are intelligent. And he is that. And it’s so lovely to have that. But I struggled at the idea of going back before shooting. Just because it’s been such a long journey, and it’s been very tough at times, for everyone. But now that I’m on it, and I’m with this amazing group of new actors who are just such fun people. And like I said we’ve got this great director, and so I feel suddenly very lucky to be doing it, and I’m glad that I am, having been kind of dreading it for the past year. Was it because it was just so intense to shoot? Yeah. I mean there’s lots of various factors, I think everyone found it difficult last season. And you know, sometimes there can be creative struggles, and that’s why it’s so lovely to have Sergio, our current director, to have someone lead us through it and have someone who's on the same page. And also, just like, you know, you hear this often with people that have been in something that long, and you played a character that long so it really does feel like… I feel like I’m about 100 on that show. I feel like the old women of the set, even tough I’m still the youngest. Still the bloody youngest, but I feel like I’m bloody ancient. Ciri, this season, is so dark. It’s so dark. I mean, this is really exciting, and this is why, now, I’m really getting into it, and happy that I’m doing it because she has such a great storyline, it really goes to a dark place.” (via Reign)

Allan teases that Ciri's storyline in The Witcher's next chapter will take "the biggest shift we've seen. It's so unbelievably different from anything that I've ever played with her," she says. "She has her first experience with romance, if you can even call it that, because it's not a good relationship. She goes into a very dark part of herself that I think is going to be terrifying to look at." Some fans weren’t thrilled when the transition was first announced, but Allan dismisses the vitriol. Fans “just love to hate on something,” she says. “We’ve made it clear that we’re welcoming [Liam] with open arms.” (via Elle)

There's no relationship this season. Ciri's off on her own path and [Geralt]'s off on his own, and so it's, "Forget about Geralt". That's what Ciri's in the zone of. "Let's try and block that out. That never happened. Now I'm Falka; I'm not Ciri." But as you can see, I sort of haven't left it behind. I'm sort of still in it now. But Liam's lovely; he's a really nice guy. I haven't seen anything he's done because we don't really have scenes together, but he's so sweet. I've heard that he's smashing it, so I can't wait to see what he's doing. (via Screen Rant)

The other day I was fighting a monster [in the Witcher Season Four]. Spoiler. Yeah, no way! Who would've thought! [laughter] And they actually got those VR goggles, so I could see on the set where the monster would be, and how it looked like. It was kinda crazy. They’ve not done that before, but it was great. It meant that I really understood what it is that I’m actually fighting. (via HighVoltageLive)

"You actually also haven't seen that [Ciri] gets new hair and makeup, as well, which I think when you see that, it's a lot of paralleling the game. So, I think that will tie it all together, as well. But I think it was basically about getting a mixture between the books and the game. I was very heavily involved with the costume, and I really wanted it to be a bit of a mixture of both, just so that fans had that. The minute I'm in that costume and the new hair and makeup, it feels like a different Ciri. It's so much fun. We've just never seen her like this, and so I'm really excited for people to see what happens. It's fun." (via Collider)

[On when Season Four will come out.] Listen maybe 2025, maybe… I don't know. That’s me guessing, I’m just guessing. Because I actually don’t know. But I hope so! Because I want people to see it, because it’s actually really cool. So, please watch it. Please, okay. Because Liam’s gonna rock it, so. (via The Direct Extras)

#freya allan #the witcher #liam hemsworth #the witcher spoilers #potentially #the witcher season 4 #long post #text post #she genuinely seems so excited when she talks about s4 and liam on video #like i don't think i've seen her this excited about any previous seasons #which is a great sign like i trust her and her judgment fully fr freya's the quality control #i also love how candid she got about the hardships of s3 and not being thrilled about s4 at first but that completely changing now that she #is on it #i just wish them the most fun and fulfilling last two seasons #becuase i truly think that when actors have fun and feel safe and believe in what they do that transcends the screen #and i'm just very excited to see it!#also love that bit abt the vr goggles and love that the budget just keeps going up and up with that man gone lmaoo

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writing-for-life · 8 months ago

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Hi love, how are you?

Would you like to talk a little about what Morpheus finds attractive, sexy in a woman?

opinions, theories, anything aaaaaa

Hi friend, always so lovely to see you in my inbox! And everyone else: Send me asks, too, I love them!

Oh, an ask about Dream’s sexual/romantic proclivities and his “type”—the excitement!

You could of course read my fic, then you’ll know what he wants/needs 😜

In all honesty though: I’m not in his head, so who can tell? I guess we can only go by certain hints we get in the comics and draw our own conclusions. So here come a few thoughts:

I think he has a thing for dreamers? Sounds obvious I guess, but many of the women we know he got involved with were women with strong connections to the Dreaming (Killalla, Nada, Calliope, even Thessaly), for a multitude of reasons. And having that connection is, by extension, a connection to him. If we’re getting conceptual about it: They are actually, in a way, pursuing him first (and in the case of Nada and even Killalla and Thessaly, we are basically told so in a way). Which then leads to his courting them, because they are interested in him. And I think that’s something very integral to his being: He is extremely, devastatingly lonely. He craves not being lonely. So the very fact that someone would even contemplate being interested in him, giving him their time of day (or night), would probably already mean a lot to him.

I think we can also see a pattern for women who are fairly strong-willed and speak their mind. Whether he always likes that is a different question, but Titania, Alianora, Nada, Calliope, Thessaly are all prone to talk back and not take shit.

I’ll leave the whole Desire-involvement out of the equation because that skews things. He tries to avoid D/desire because of the sibling-conflict yet definitely feels it. So I neither subscribe to the theory that he’s asexual nor aromantic (some corners of the fandom think he is, fair enough). Especially not aromantic. That’s a contradiction in terms. He’s Dream. Dreaming is idealised and unreal. In love, that’s the very definition of romance—having pink goggles on and aspiring to something that’s not grounded in reality (one of the reasons his relationships ultimately all fail).

So I think he’s prone to romantic gestures (we know that from especially Calliope) and would probably also appreciate them from his lover? That also means: If you want to keep it going, there’d probably always need to be something that keeps him interested. Questioning even (but not in the way like with Thessaly, because she completely removed herself). By definition of his being the unreal, reality setting in is the very thing that makes it all come crashing down. Push/pull, back and forth is probably something he secretly likes? It wouldn’t surprise me if he enjoys a certain amount of drama—again, not the type that makes it all come crashing down, but just enough to keep him on his toes and wondering. Just enough to keep the illusion of impermanence and striving for the impossible going, but not so much that it really turns into an issue. And that’s exactly the problem, because that sounds like a fairly tricky line to walk if you ask me. And exhausting 🤣

Now to the more speculative side:

I think he desperately needs someone who removes the proverbial stick from his arse. He needs to learn to laugh again (if he ever did so in the first place). With others and at himself. I spent a lot of time in my fic to build on that. Ultimately, I think he needs to feel safe enough to let his guard down completely with someone, and I honestly don’t think he ever experienced that with any of his lovers. And for that, he needs to be able to trust. Could be via shared experience of sorts, but I think most of all, he needs someone who truly listens and doesn’t try to change him. Because he is D/dream. Being perpetually strange and prone to be misunderstood is the essence of his being, and he needs someone who is comfortable enough with that fact. So weirdly enough, I think he would change if people stopped trying to make him change, if that makes any sense? He needs acceptance, not blunt or subtle force. I guess you can give dreams the space to change and grow, or you can try to control them—and the latter just doesn’t work. We also see that with him—his rigid sense of control is ultimately his downfall, not what truly helps him. And I think that extends to everything he is, including his relationships.

As for what he likes in terms of bedroom shenanigans (and the purely speculative, but obviously what Tumblr seems to be most interested in 🤣): In my mind, he’s the ultimate switch, if you will. He’ll get a kick out of everything that turns you on, because he is D/dream, and I think it is his very essence to also be that for sex dreams (we don’t need to talk about Calliope’s inappropriate speech at the Wake in this context 🙈).

BUT, and I think that’s an important one: Maybe, just maybe, he needs something that is just for him? Giving in to his own desires (there’s that messed up sibling relationship again). Giving himself permission to do that by being given permission. Be very afraid of my sequel… 🤣 No, that sounds all wrong because my sequel is really not about that alone and will be reliably sad and heavy in parts, like the first one, but I wouldn’t be a romance writer if I didn’t explore relationship dynamics through sex. Because sex is never just about sex 😉

@morpheusbaby3 ask answered

#the sandman #sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #sandman meta #sandman character analysis #sandman analysis #asks always open #asks answered

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jahnavisurenda-21 · 6 months ago

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Haikiyuu[Dating Osamu Miya] Headcannons

Introducing a new character

1. Osamu when he began dating you, he almost compared it to unexpectedly trying a strange foreign food, but then you began understanding the falvours, analyzing the type of spices were used, and you began finding the taste so good, and addicting.

2. That's how you were to him, the way you would take care of your siblings, or even yourself, you did everything you did with the intention of doing it properly, not in a bad way just in away which leaves you satisfied.

3. Your not much of a chef, but Osamu's feed, the recipes tagged on the fridge made you want to try them out yourself.

4. Cooking together is actually a huge love language, quality time that you both bond over as you tell him about your days, or funny stories after another homemade meal it always seem to brighten moods, and bring you both closer.

5. At the beginning of your relationship, he wanted to keep it a secret mainly from his twin Atsumu since they basically shared the same appearance, and genes, he was kind of insecure you might find his natural outgoing nature charming, and endearing, but he was surprised.

When he received a call from his brother deciding to ignore him, like always, but what he herd surprised him.

6. You had actually done something, that defiantly makes you you, you and interviewed the whole Inarazaki team mainly Suna, Kita, Atsumu on like osamu's preferences, his food, weather, places, preferences.

7. After that he felt more drawn to your comforting nature, which always assured him that you were there, to hold him through bad days, emotional outbreaks, or if he needed someone to talk to.

8. Osamu himself has a very calm, laid back personality which is also felt in his aura, the loyalty and confidence he has, makes him a very reliant person to confess any unhealed wounds, past interactions, he would hold you if you needed someone to listen or just cry into.

9. Osamu loves picnic dates, cafe dates, where he could just be with you, and enjoy food together.

10. He always appreciates the bento you make him if he is in the gymnasium for too long, or had forgotten to take his meal.

11. He will respect your need to have space to gather your thoughts, emotions, since he understands you had a very independent way of dealing with your emotions, which he can't help but admire.

12. He is someone who you can always trust will stay loyal to you, it takes him some time to openly communicate whatever he has on his mind, and sometimes hesitates with it.

13. He grows to respect you as a person, someone who is always striving to see the good in things, good in every setting, your smiles and excited demeanour when he gifts you flowers, or books is just beautiful according to him.

14. Osamu is insanely protective of you, he won't stand any insults or uncalled manerisms your way which actually makes him very reliable.

15. You lay your head on Osamu as you read through your pages as he is always either stroking your hair or placing light kisses on your forehead.

16. He loves making you feel cherished, and protected the best compliments you can give him about your relationship is, a heartfelt thank you.

#haikiyuromance #haikiyuxy/n #haikiyuxreader #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #romance #lovestories #beauty #haikiyuxfanfictions #haikiyuosamumiya #miya osamu #inarazaki #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu x you #osamumiyadating #datingfictionalboys #haikiyu

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softxsuki · 9 months ago

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HIiiii! Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event?

I’d like one with Nanami Kento with civilian Fem!Reader please. For pet names, im a sucker if he called me ‘love’ in the letter.

We’re in an established relationship for a few years; meeting him during his office era and supporting him going back to being a sorcerer

Tone/Genre: adoration and attention. he’s been very busy and hasn’t been giving me much attention so he acknowledges the things that I’ve been doing and praising them.

Location: we live together, but hasnt been home in a while since he’s been busy with work. He left the letter on the bedside table saying that he’ll see me very soon (he took the day off and is making breakfast now)

Other info:

Were around 27/28 I’m a very loud person but only when comfortable and don’t need the praise of others; however it’s rewarding when I think someone doesn’t care is actually very attentive on what I’ve accomplished. I carry out my own activities (sports, music, cooking) while striving for my carrier (studying and planning). But gets lost easily and gets touched starved and he’s there to ground me, even though it doesn’t seem like he likes it, it’s always something he’s looking forward to.

Thank you! And btw I really admire the changes you’re making within your blog!! Been here since the beginning and will be here to support. Always sending hugs!

Nanami's Love Letter to His Girlfriend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

Warnings: kissing

Note: Hey! Thank you so much and Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you like your letter from Nanami! <3

You awaken that morning with a sigh as you look at the empty space beside you–another day of not seeing your boyfriend. Of course you knew he was busy with his sorcerer work, claiming there was a rise of curses around and they needed as many hands on deck to get rid of them.

You felt bad for him, knowing how much he hated working overtime and would much rather do the work he needed to do for the day so he could return to you, but that wasn’t possible.

Sighing once more, you turn around to hop out your side of the bed, when a small envelope with your name on it catches your eye. With furrowed brows you sit with your feet dangling off the side of the bed and open the envelope to read it’s contents;

Good morning love,

I’m sorry I’ve been away for a few days, you don’t know how much I missed falling asleep beside you, holding you tightly in my arms; it’s the only way I can get a full night of rest now.

Thankfully I was able to finish up my work quick enough to make it back today. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love. Is that cheesy to say? I just love having a day where I can love you till my heart's content all day long; not that I'd complain about doing that every day, you know I would.

I see how hard you’ve been working, keeping yourself busy while I was away to help pass the time. You’re truly a remarkable woman, I can’t believe you’re mine. You’ve been with me through it all, and I hope I can do the same for you now. Despite this heavy burden of being a sorcerer, I’ll make it all up to you, I vow this to you.

I’ll see you sooner than you think. I love you dearly.

Kento.xx.

Your heart races as you read the letter. Had he stopped by to drop it off while you were asleep? Excitement runs through you at the thought of being able to see him again soon. Especially on a day that was supposed to be dedicated to love…it was perfect.

A sudden rustle from outside your bedroom door has you alert as you think of the worst. Was it a curse? An intruder? Or…possibly the man you were longing to see?

You quickly tuck your feet into your slippers before hastily running towards the sound, not caring that it could be something dangerous, just knowing there was a chance that it was Nanami, had adrenaline running through your veins.

The sound carries you all the way to the kitchen where lo and behold, a tall blond was standing with his back facing you, as he worked away in front of the stove, the sudden smell of food filling your nose. He had your apron tied around his waist with his sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms–his usual attire on.

“Kento…” you mumble, causing Nanami to spin around, his eyes softening as they meet yours. He moves the pan off the stove and hurries to where you’re standing, scooping you up in his arms (IDC IF YOU'RE 80 POUNDS OR 500 POUNDS, THIS MAN WILL SCOOP YOU UP! OKAY????)

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping tightly around you, “Good morning, love” his soothing voice whispers in your ear, nibbling on your earlobes as he does so, getting a reaction out of you.

You have to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

“I missed you,” you say softly, clinging onto him for dear life. You wouldn’t let him run away from you again today. Today he was all yours. “When did you come back?”

“Not too long ago. I finished what I needed to do. The situation is stable for now. The others have it under control so I came to see you. I have to leave again tomorrow though, but today, you have my undivided attention,” he mumbles, gently pulling your chin up, his lips crashing onto yours.

“Mm and first on our schedule is breakfast. Hope you’re hungry,” he presses one last kiss to your lips before putting you down and taking your hand as he leads you to the stove where an array of different foods are already cooked for you.

He had gone above and beyond for you that morning, but it was the least he could do for the one he loved dearly. And it was only the beginning of your day together. He had plenty more up his sleeve to show you how much you truly meant to him.

Posted: 2/14/2024

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kanene-yaaay · 4 months ago

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Focus (Or: The Unfortunate Destiny of Not Running Laps)

(Don't forget to read the warnings, they are v important!)

Kanene's notes: I am here to call out RUOYE!! BECAUSE THIS ENTIRE FIC IS FRUIT OF ITS SMUGNESS WHILE CAPTURING LANG QIANQIU IN THE FOREST. Like for REAL it just stopped, looked at him all :] and then captured him like jhgfdfgh pls stop being so silly it's killing me.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic and is basically an AU based in the idea I had in this post. Long short story with no spoilers: Xie Lian decided to tell the truth sooner to Lang Qianqiu and the boy had time to deal with his feelings and their relationship didn't become too strained, even if they parted ways. Another modification here is that the nameless boy that is always by LQQ side is called Xiao Mengyou, like I've seen he be called in the fandom. Besides that, nothing more! There's brief light bondage (thank u Ruoye) and some feet tickling during lqq's revenge, in case u don't like that. But it's the famous fluff with light angst, tickle fights and lot of silliness. Around 6.500 words.

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Lang Quianqui discreetly managed to take in a deep breath, eyes glued on his preceptor, body unconsciously falling into the defensive stance that has been taught to him for years. It was hard to keep himself still. His entire being was thrilling with energy, an adrenaline that had not dissipated since he woke up and realized what day was today. The energy had fed his mind and body constantly as he fell along the main forms and drills they’ve been covering since the start of the day, over and over, each correction of Fang Xin over his posture and handle of sword only serving to make him buzz even more with nerves and the wish to impress him, trying harder and harder to focus until his movements went from stiff and tense to fluid and natural, striving for perfection.

Attentive eyes watched him like a hawk, more staring than normal, looking for something that Lang Qianqiu didn’t know if he was hiding well. It made him grip the handle of his sword more firmly and his movements quicker. The prince didn’t know if it was just his imagination, and the mask didn’t really help in his analyzes, but he could swear that he saw his mentor’s face glimpse into a confused frown as he accidentally kept stammering clumsily through the stances that he had already mastered a few months ago, even being on his best today barely reached the excellency he had every other good day. Still, he continued to strive for perfection.

Training with Fang Xin was… incredible. In the last year exactly, for the first time since he was only a kid receiving his first wooden sword, Lang Quianqui felt excited to go train, never once getting bored during the lectures, never going through his lessons unchallenged, each and every teaching pushing him to through his limits in a way that left him thoughtful and expectant to expand them even further, see how far he could get. His Guoshi had a different method of teaching and after his parents saw his improvement after a few months into his classes, together with his clear joy in having them, they gave the adult free reign of his studies, changing his routine as much as he needed, as long as it didn’t harm his other responsibilities. They supported them with materials and rooms as necessary and always listened with proud smiles when Lang Quianqui went to ramble to them all they had done and accomplished that day.

Fang Xin valued both the training of his mind and body, much to Lang Quianqui chagrin, especially as he kept dishing out writing punishments and calligraphy exercises that would leave him grumbling about missing the better days with old teachers who would simply have him running laps for slipping into quick naps during their lessons. Usually such commentaries only resulted in more writing and longer punishments, when Fang Xin listened to it. In the end, it was fine. After the initial glooming and pouting, he got to realize how the books that he had to copy always proved to be interesting, challenging his mind with stories and theories he hadn’t thought about before and giving him even more ideas to share with his teacher later, who always listened to him carefully, - even with an ever-lasting air of satisfaction that brought a smug glint in his eyes and a pleased hum in his words - no matter how long he spent in his musings, prodding him with questions and small lectures until he arrived to conclusions that would make the adult nod in a hidden pride, or at least, he hoped so.

It was no surprise to him to find excitement and anticipation in his mind for each class, wondering what would be the main skill trained today. If they would focus in his flexibility and quick thinking to get the upper hand into surprise attacks and uneven grounds (his mother almost had an heart attack when he fell out of the roof and broke her window with an accidental kick) or his ability to coordinate planned attacks with strong strategies that would exploit his opponent’s weakness and entice his own strengths.

For today, as it seems, they were going to stick with spars and practical learning. It was probably good, with how many mistakes he had already made just during the warming up and how distracted he was today, waiting impatiently for the end of the class. Having a close range exercise that would force him to focus unless he wanted to explain to his preceptor why his mind was flying away, a dangerous but not impossible possibility, was very good, especially because he wouldn’t be able to respond his teacher if he asked and Fang Xin would immediately catch his lies or any attempt to stir the topic away and he really, really couldn’t risk to get any punishments today.

Afterall, Fag Xin Guoshi probably was already extremely displeased with his performance. Even if he was too polite to show. Lang Qianqiu gritted his teeth and embraced himself.

There will be no more mistakes from now on. He will do his best!

They circled each other for a few seconds before the buzzing energy became stronger than him and Lang Quianqui jumped in his direction, starting the fight. He feinted an attack on the teacher’s right, jumping away from his defense and immediately falling into another attack. Just like the first blow, this one was quickly blocked and the crown prince was pushed to the side, Fang Xin’s blade pressing against his sword with such a strength that Lang Quianqui had no other option but to start backing up before the sword was pushed to his throat, trying to at least stabilize himself.

“Concentrate on your footwork.” Fang Xin chided, his voice even and calm as always, showing no hint of strain. The arm that was not holding his weapon was curled on his back and he didn’t move a single step in his direction. Lang Qianqiu was sure that if he glanced at his forehead, there would be no sweat. He, on the other side, could feel his breath already beginning to speed, arms trembling as he tried to not be overpowered. “There is always going to be someone stronger and taller than you during war and you can’t afford to lose. Don’t try to outstrength them because you won’t. Prioritize your speed and versatility.”

“Right!” Lang Qianqiu agreed, immediately dropping himself to the ground, the preceptor's sword passing with a quick gush of wind just inches from his face as he tried to trip the other, rolling around and quickly jumping to straight himself again when more attacks went in his direction.

Fang Xin pivoted around the same spot as the young prince sprinted and threw himself at him in a mix of misleading attacks that attempted to both pull his attention elsewhere and open his guard. Extra, even if rare, punches and kicks tried to make him lose his balance. It’s been exactly one year, yet Qianqiu hasn't been able to make him move around the arena one bit.

A sudden kick going to his face made the boy yelp and twirl to his left, only to almost get a sword going right to his flank, but blocking it with his blade at the last moment.

“Focus.” His teacher remarked, starting a series of strikes aiming for his torso. “Pull your sword closer to your body. You’re paying too much attention in protecting your face and not losing your stance that it leaves your entire flank unprotected.”

As if to prove his own words, his blade quickly aimed to his face, only to be immediately pushed away in a move that wobbled the other’s grip on the handle. Before the prince could explore that, however, Fang Xin speedly twisted and turned his attack back to his sides. Again, Qianqiu almost didn’t manage to rotate his long blade enough to catch it, being pushed away as the sound of metal scraping metal filled the training grounds. “Keep on rolling and jumping, if you must, just do not lose your balance and attention to your surroundings.”

He striked again and, following his words, the young one threw himself on the ground and rolled away. Panting as he straightened himself, he watched his preceptor, reading his sword.

Before he decided to attack, Lang Qianqiu went first, deciding to just make his moves up as he goes. He jumped and twisted, aiming for the neck. He watched as the adult glided aside with an effortless grace and turned to block the blow, pushing the blades upwards, weakening his grip on the sword at an alarming speed. The thought of using their closeness to kick him away had just crossed his mind when a purple and white blur appeared right by his sides and-

He jumped away with a squeal, his lips being pulled in an unexpected smile, hand running to cover his ribs, skin still tingling.

What was that!

He turned around, pulling his sword even closer, face red from the embarrassing sound that just escaped from his mouth without his permission.

Someone had just tickled him!

Still reeling with the sudden bust of energy and tickly sensation, his eyes immediately stopped at Guoshi, staring at him warily, but being only answered with the same calmness and collectedness that always filled his every action and words.

Maybe was it him who…?

“Do not charge right back in without correcting your mistakes and very much less without a plan.” Fang Xin went back to his initial stance, one hand holding his sword and the other resting calmly on his back. His posture had no flaws, his lips held no grinning smiles and his voice got no playful cadence that betrayed his serious tune. “Remember what I said, use your speed and versatility. Ready?”

…No, it couldn’t be him. The imperial preceptor would never step down to do something as silly and childish as tickling. He probably imagined it?

Once more, he watched his surroundings with narrowed, attentive eyes. Maybe it was…

There he was.

Behind him, on the other side of the arena, his friend smiled at him. Lang Quianqiu shuddered in alarm.

Since a couple weeks ago, when Qianqiu had used the other’s distraction to unleash a playful surprise tickle attack on him, Xiao Mengyou had been using his every opportunity to tickle him senseless back, going even further as to wait the end of his last martial class - when he usually laid on the cold ground to get his breath back - to immediately attack him with pokes and wiggling fingers the very moment Fang Xin Guoshi turned his back and pretended to not hear them fooling around, leaving the prince giggling and squirming until he was tired enough to not immediately get him back as revenge.

(Too lost in their own game, none of them noticed the initial moment, when the adult turned back promptly at the squeal of the prince, ready to defend, only to stop and smile amusedly at the joyful friends in front of him, leaving them be and enjoy their own playfulness. There was a deep melancholy pooling in his eyes in that evening.)

Seeing that the attention was still on him, Mengyou made a walking motion with his fingers on his palm and then a thumbs up. Lang Qianqiu felt his eyes wide and he took a wobbly step backwards.

Did he just… confirm that he was the one who tickled him?

Watching his face, Xiao Mengyou smiled a tiny grin and nodded.

Lang Qianqiu bristled and started to head into his direction with firm steps. Mengyou frowned and tilted his head to the side, in apparent confusion.

“Lang Qianqiu.” The crown prince automatically froze with the clear commanding tune on the other’s voice, posture straight as he turned around to his teacher, suddenly remembering that they weren’t alone in the arena.

“Your lesson is not over, yet. Focus.” His Guoshi seemed more amused than annoyed, though. Lang Qianqiu internally exhaled in relief. How embarrassing, his mind was really all over the place today. “Let’s start again.”

Nodding, the younger one went back to his stance, eying his opponent before charging straight in. He swore he listened to Fang Xin huff in exasperation, but the sound of blades colliding resonated louder and quickly pulled his attention back to the spar.

This time it took longer before he got distracted and another poke attacked his armpit as he tried to push his teacher’s hand out of his sword’s handle. He squeaked and jumped backwards, quickly scurrying away as Guoshi’s blade followed him without a rest.

And so, the onslaught of brief, equally light and impossible to ignore, tickly touches kept following him.

A prodding on his side and a loud yelp.

Another poke on his belly and a wheezy snort.

A tickle across his entire spine that made him jump and almost lost track of his teacher.

A scribbling on the back of his neck that pulled a couple of giggles out of his throat and sealed that silly, wobbly smile forever in his face.

All through this, he kept his fight. The adrenaline of waiting for another tickle attack and the wish of stop being so childish, giggling and squirming in front of the person he looked up the most, made him the most focused he has been the entire day, falling and rolling and charging blow after blow, fuelled by the bolts of electricity that ran across his meridians every time he saw a blur of white and purple in his peripheral vision and felt titters bouncing in his throat long before the ticklish feeling even touched him, descending in chuckles and huffs of laughter as he managed to escape another playful attack.

He had just managed to run right behind Fang Xin in an attempt for a surprise attack, when he felt something latch on the back of his robes, scurrying across his neck and jumping in between his articles of clothes. There was no escaping from the loud, surprised shriek that ran from his throat the moment he felt the tickles dig in his armpits, making both of his hands lock on the handle of his sword and his arms to clue to his sides, the attempt of protection being too late to stop the soft - so extremely, absurdly soft - sensation that ran up and down his pits, prodding and drumming and pulling hysterical giggle after hysterical giggle from him. His legs stumbled and his shoulders bounced with the energy and need to squirm away, but he kept his stance.

The tickling traveled to his back, scribbling freely on his ribs and poking incessantly his spine until the young prince gave up from his form and turned around in pursue of his attacker, eyes closed from laughter, trying to push whoever was targeting his shoulderblades with so much wiggling and scratching away. His cheeks were in flames with the way squeaky hiccups began appearing in between his crackles.

He tried to open his eyes to better escape and fight his revenge, but there was already tears blurring his vision and, the moment he felt that soft touch worming its way to his sides, all he could do was sheath his sword and swing it around blindly, ignoring how silly he must been looking (he would never forgive himself if he cut Xiao Mengyou by mistake).

Strings of “no, no, no, let go!” fell in waterfalls from his mouth, yet they did nothing to stop his sides from being lavished in tiny pinches and a playful spidering. His head was thrown backwards with the force of his laughter as he hugged himself, unsuccessful to himself from being tickled to pieces.

A strong, warm hand was laid on his shoulder and, lost in his laughing fit, Lang Qianqiu almost couldn’t catch when Guoshi said to let him go and the tickling feeling magically disappeared.

The prince couldn’t help the way he wobbled on the same place, tittering snickers and wheezy chuckles still filling the air, and leaned on Fang Xin, his Guoshi rubbing his shoulder while keeping his other arm tightly close to his body. His face had that expression he always carried when he was about to lecture him and leave another writing assignment, but it disappeared as quick as it came when he noticed Lang Qianqiu watching, his eyes instead twinkling with a suave amusement.

The crown prince had just gotten his breath back when his eyes traveled the rest of the arena and he saw his friend just a few steps of them, looking strangely uncomposed with a red hue painting his face. Lang Quianqiu squinted warily as he noticed his gaze and jumped on the same spot, getting closer.

As he opened his mouth to say something, the prince beated him to it, quickly straightening himself and turning around to bow politely at Fang Xin.

“I request a small break, please, Guoshi!”

Also looking a tad restless, but never losing his posture, Fang Xin nodded, getting his sword and walking away, probably to read some poem book as he always did during their moments of rest. Lang Qianqiu paid him no mind and instead swiftly turned back to his friend, who still looked flushed and confused.

“Your Highness, are you alright? I saw-”

His words morphed to a shriek when the crown prince jumped on him, no other word exchanged or mercy in sight as he energetically clawed his belly, chasing his loud squeaks until a high pitched laughter began to fill the entire arena, promptly making Xiao Mengyou immediately try to muffle it all behind his hands.

“Wait! Why!!”

With the flourish of someone who had done this plenty of times before and would continue to do so for plenty times more, Lang Qianqiu simply huffed - half amused and half annoyed - and turned around, successfully sitting on his legs and trapping him in a very tickly destiny. Mengyou, with the same ease of someone who had been in this situation plenty of times before and knew very well about his future fate, started to squirm and trash much before he felt his shoes being pulled out, pleas falling from his lips like raindrops during the summer.

“You Highness, no! Not my feet, please, please! You know, you know I am the most ticklish there. Your Highness, just leave them alonEHEHE! NOHO!”

Lang Qianqiu did not, in fact, leave them alone. Instead, he dodge a kick - not before leaving a few scribbles on that sole for his trouble - and grabbed his other feet, holding his ankle down in a firm but gentle grip and spidering his fingers from the lowest point of his heel to his toes in a way that he knew it would leave his childhood friend crazy, watching with a smirk as he clamped his hands even harder over his mouth. Still, he was unsuccessful to muffle the uncontrollable crackles and squeals at each tiny scribble that escaped from his lungs. For this he blushed even more, kicks getting more energetic.

Mengyou tried to roll away and escape, but, since the attack that hit Lang Qianqiu a couple of moments ago had been unrelenting, following his every move and tickling him everywhere, so was his comeback. His blunt nails chased his squirming no matter where, delivering scratches across his entire sole and focusing his pokes and scribbles on the sensitive spots he already knew it tickled the most.

The crown prince huffed with no heat when another strings of pleas and a few protests mingled together with the stray screeches that he managed to fish every time he concentrated his tickling right in the middle of his arch, changing from soft touches, full of circles being drawn slowly on the sensitive skin, to scratching it with no mercy, hysterical giggles and bubbly laughter dancing mingled in the air. Finally, when another squeaky “Your Highness” escaped his friend, Lang Qianqiu declared enough. He turned around fiercely and crossed his arms, staring directly at his friend, who barely watched him back with how much squinting in a big smile his eyes were.

“You were the first one to start it! Even attacking me in front of Fang Xin Guoshi.” Just the reminder of how he completely lost his composure and giggled like a kid in the middle of the fight made his cheeks burn hot. The fact that the other simply kept watching him with gleaming eyes and restless titters also didn’t help. “Don’t you think I am being fair?”

Xiao Mengyou kept snickering and snickering, head turning around in an attempt to hide his silly, disheveled state. Lang Qianqiu almost pouted with how even the most ruthless attack to his most ticklish spot couldn’t make him stop hiding his face.

When more moments flew away with him staring at his friend and the other being lost in a mess of giddy giggles, he reached skillfully behind him for his toes, burying his wiggling fingers right under them and spidering energetically, a joyful smirk appearing easily in his face at how this finally made Mengyou low his arms and sit up, trying to push him off his legs without any real force.

Seemingly as his words finally sank on the other’s mind, Mengyou answered. “You t- attacked me first that day! I was only getting revenge.” A snort flew from his lips and his face got even redder. “It’s been such a long time, too, Your Highness. Why tickle me back now?!”

Lang Qianqiu was speechless. “Such a long time? That is it!”

He got out of the other’s legs, waiting as he took his breath back.

His childhood friend looked at the crown prince with a mix of surprise and wariness. Lang Qianqiu took the opportunity to turn around and run his gaze across the arena, noticing that Fang Xin Guoshi was nowhere to be seen. Uh. Maybe he got hungry and went to grab a snack? Well, since he still had some business to complete, Lang Qianqiu didn’t care to think too much about it.

His golden eyes glinted with mischief when they turned back to stare at Mengyou, who jolted on the same place and braced himself.

“Let’s have a tickle fight.” Lang Qianqiu copied him, also preparing himself, determination clear in every trace of his expression. Mengyou felt slightly amused with how serious he was taking this. “The first one to surrender wins and the loser can’t get revenge anytime soon.”

Mengyou looked thoughtfully at him and the crown prince was sure that his friend haven’t made his mind, and yet wasted no time in looking for the perfect place to strike, somewhere that would make him boneless and closer to surrender, that would make him forget everything besides how much it tickled and swapped his energy quickly. He found himself doing just the same, eyes locking on his knees before they widened in realization.

“Wait!” He scrambled to take off his own boots. “Now we are even.”

“Your feet aren’t as ticklish as mine, Your Highness.” As it always did, his voice stumbled just the tiniest bit over the word ‘ticklish’, but it still maintained a grumbling tone. Lang Qianqiu held his chin pensitive. “And the imperial preceptor will be back soon, there is no need.”

He was right.

“My sides are my most ticklish spot.” As he conceded, the crown prince began pulling the string that kept his stash together, robes starting to loose up as well. “That is fine, I will just take off my upper robes.”

“Do not!” In a flash, there were hands pulling his away and quickly tying his stash firmly back. Mengyou’s voice stumbled again, tune equally serious and a tad hysterical. “What are you thinking, Your Highness?! What if Fang Xin Guoshi comes back or your parents decide to oversee your lessons today? How will we explain if they see you in that state? It would be irresponsible of you at least and shameless at worst!”

Properly admonished, Qianqiu let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t think about that.” Then he shook himself and focused on the matter at hand, gold, intense eyes watching Xiao Mengyou again. “We must have a fair tickle fight, still. I can’t have it any other way!”

Sigh. “It’s easier to worm my hands on your robes than for you to do the same with my boots during a ti… our fight. I will just put my shoes back.”

Lang Qianqiu gaped at him. “How is that fair? You’re hiding your ticklish spot while you just said it’s easier to get mine!”

“Well, you already got me there!”

“You’re making excuses, you tickle me on my sides all the time!”

“Yes, just like now.”

“Exact- wait, wh-” But before he could finish, Xiao Mengyou was already jumping on him, skilled fingers working their way to his sides and squeezing in a much more energetically determined way than his attack during his lessons, making his muscles lock up in place as squeaking laughter immediately escaped from his lips. Before he could lose all his force to the laughter, the crown prince attacked back, and soon two sets of giggles, squeals and crackling laughter were filling the air.

Until the sighing mentor came and declared the break over, even if there was still a different kind of gleam in his eyes.

The same gleam that stared now right back at him, in the middle of that forest, centuries later, with the former king of Yong’An alone and Fang Xin, no, Xie Lian being accompanied by the very own Ghost King, his friend.

Lang Qianqiu tried to escape the white silk that had so suddenly wrapped itself around him and rendered the younger martial god immobile on the floor. It was futile.

“What is this!” He tried to wiggle and squirm, but the fabric kept a firm, yet non bruising, hold on him. Like this, there was no way he could show his former Guoshi how he had grown his combating skills and how he probably could, if not take him in an equal fight, at least be a worthy opponent. An explosive indignation at the unfairness of Xie Lian’s tactic began flaring on him. “Let me go, this is not fair!”

“You didn’t specify that we should only use swords in our fight. Ruoye is my weapon, afterall.” If Lang Qianqiu had ever doubted that Xie Lian was indeed his old mentor, all of it would be gone now. The scolding, teaching tone was just the same, even after all the time. Although, it felt more tired, now. Older. “Besides, you should always be prepared for your opponent using unhanded tactics and surprise ambushes. If this was a real combat, you'd be dead already.”

Hua Cheng chuckled and for a moment Lang Qianqiu felt a wave of deja-vu wash over him, reminding the younger one about a similar situation when he had been rendered immobile in the past.

(That is right, Qianqiu realized, with shame beginning to fight against him and prickle his skin, his Guoshi had been there too, hadn’t he?)

After such a true, yet unforgiving point, his lips pressed into a thin line, displeased. It was all just the same and infinitely different from those days when he was a teenager.

For one, even with everything, Xie Lian seemed much more carefree. It was in the teasing tilt of his smile as he kneeled closer, in the slight slouch of his form, in the way he chatted and displayed emotions that had never been present in his in the imperial preceptor’s face before. Fondness, insecurity and, especially, indecision. Fang Xin Guoshi seemed sure in every step he took. When he lied to him and when decided to tell the truth, when he saved his life (again and again and again) and refused his invitation to a duel right after Lang Qianqiu discovered his identity. His Guoshi had been giant, indestructible, bigger than anything that crossed his way. Sometimes, Qianqiu still saw him that way, in his dreams and nightmares.

Overlapping the image of his teacher and the kind god that ascended thrice seemed impossible.

Then he remembers him rescuing him in the Ghost City. He remembers being equally saved when he was twelve. He remembers his resolute composure when he confronted him about being his former Guoshi and the warm hand on his shoulder when Xie Lian woke him up after the heavenly conference. The way that he looked at him now. Serious. Admonishing. Somehow still soft.

Suddenly piercing together those two images wasn’t really difficult at all.

Very different and yet the very same.

“Let us fight seriously this time! Only swords, no other weapons, until one of us surrenders or blood is drawn. Let me go, Guoshi.”

Xie Lian sighed in the same way he did centuries ago, when Lang Qianqiu kept pestering him to teach him said foolish maneuver that saved his life. The young one trashed more energetically in protest. “I told you once, didn’t I? ‘Do not charge right back in without correcting your mistakes and very much less without a plan’. Tell me, how could you have prevented me from winning the fight?”

Immediately his mind blanked with both the nostalgia and surprised feeling that ran through him and the former king stopped trashing, looking at his Guoshi with wide eyes. Xie Lian, then, looked horribly unsure for a moment, but in his next blink that expression was gone and he watched him in expectation, not taking his words back.

Lang Qianqiu could understand.

There was anger and indignation bristling in his chest. He wasn’t that kid anymore, looking for the approval of his mentor, the person that he looked up to the most, the person that deceived him, who left a young boy, alone, scared, betrayed to rule an entire angered kingdom.

As soon as the anger came, however, it soon went away, leaving only tiredness and nostalgia behind. Lang Qianqiu didn’t feel as furious as he had been when he discovered the entire truth, a long, long time ago. He wasn’t as single focused on it as he once had been.

It’s been so many years. So many centuries.

(Sometimes he still felt like that kid.)

As time passed in his silence, Xie Lian looked awkward, perhaps sad, and he recomposed himself, preparing to leave.

As usual, Qianqiu’s mouth moved first than his brain.

“I could’ve dodged Ruoye!”

Xie Lian froze on his way up, searching his face for something. He must have found it, since he went back to his kneeling position and Hua Cheng stopped looking at the younger with something dangerous in his glare. Lang Qianqiu itched to finish their previous fight. Before he could think too much about that, though, his former guoshi’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“It would follow you no matter your move, which was already hindered by your surprise and slow reaction. It’s a spiritual weapon with long range. You’d still lose.”

He wanted to protest the use of ‘losing’ on this occasion, since his victory truly couldn’t hold any honor or weight after using such an improper ambush. However, before he could get a single word in, something white appeared in his vision field.

Lang Qianqiu blinked and turned to Ruoye, who seemed to shake in what seemed like an… attempt to a wave… or maybe it was a threat? The martial god would answer it in kind, even if just for the curiosity of seeing what the apparent sentient weapon would do, but his arms continued to be glued to his torso.

Something in his face must have answered it, since the silk twirled happily.

And then immediately proceeded to attack his defenseless neck and ears in a soft, light kind of tickle that made shivers run across his spine and his lips turn into a gigantic smile.

An old memory tried to resurface.

“Whahat is this?!” He protested in between his teeth. Tiny, high pitched giggles made his shoulders shake, Qianqiu did his best to both hold them in and try to escape the tickly attack. He scrunched up his shoulders, except this only encouraged the soft weapon to scritch excitedly behind his ears until he turned to hide them, leaving his neck open once more. He tried to shake his head, still the maddening, gentle scratching sensation followed him with no problems, dancing across his skin without a single worry. “Dohon’t! Let me go!”

An amused huff cut his silence. “My, had I known about this, his capture at my kingdom would’ve been much smoother and quicker. Maybe I could even have given a different, more exciting show to my subjects, raise his price a little.”

For a moment Lang Qianqiu imagined it and the scenario was so alarming that he immediately shook his head to expel it, throwing the embarrassing thought away. His giggles suddenly became much more difficult to keep at bay and, were it not for that, he would have some good words to share about Crimson Rain Sought Flower’s clearly childish provocations!

“San Lang, don’t tease.” But Xie Lian’s tune was much more amused than chiding, hiding something in the depths of his words.

Lang Qianqiu turned around to demand he take his weapon away, but, just as he opened his mouth, Rouye decided to run across his spine and unleash an onslaught of unrelenting pokes and prodding on his sides, which made him arch his back and freed laughter to pour in waves from him, hysterical giggles twirling around every squeak and snort and suddenly the memory that had been itching in the back of his mind resurfaced.

The afternoon that Fang Xin Guoshi completed one year teaching him. Xie Lian never shared with the royal family the date of his birthday, so they decided to begin the tradition of celebrating this accomplishment instead. Lang Qianqiu couldn’t stay still during the entire day, excitedly waiting for the end of his lesson, when he would be free to drag the imperial preceptor to his surprise gathering. His focus had been completely impossible to hold and he only managed to get distracted from the commissioned gift he had asked for Xiao Mengyou to bring him when, out of nowhere, during their spar…

He then gasped in realization, turning his gaze at Xie Lian, narrowing eyes glistening in accusation, even if he was still unable to stop his uncontrollable loud laughter, especially as the prodding traveled to his ribs, spidering on them while getting dangerously closer and closer to his armpits, making him involuntarily squirm and snicker even more in anticipation.

Even so, he obligated his laughing mind to concentrate on his former mentor's silly shiny gaze.

“It was you!” And, as if reading his mind and acting in protest, Ruoye drummed in that awful space where his pits and ribs connected, pulling a high pitched squeal out of his throat together with, of course, more crackles. “And Ruoye! You were the ones tickling me that day, not Mengyou!”

Xie Lian looked to the side with a way too innocent face to be genuine, a tiny, closed lip grin resting in his face, an almost silently amused, bigger smile escaping him. He didn’t say nor deny anything. It was all the confirmation the former king needed.

As he continued to snicker, giggle and squeal, Qianqiu remembered about his “revenge” taken on his actually innocent childhood friend…Xiao Mengyou definitely was going to kill him when he went to apologize that night. He could only hope it was not by the same way that Ruoye had decided to kill him that moment.

(Lang Qianqiu knew it was all a false hope, though.)

Xie Lian’s voice cut his thoughts.

“Now, again. Give me at least three ways you could have avoided this and Ruoye will let you go.”

Qianqiu felt the urge to grumble at this, but he snorted instead, starting to kick and protest when the soft silk gave the underside of his knee a curious poke.

It was all futile, though, his mentor was known for using different methods of teaching and centuries didn’t change any of that, as it seems.

Lang Qianqiu could relate, he also had at least one feeling that truly didn’t change after all this time, as well.

He would rather be running laps.

#Ticklish!Lang Qianqiu #Lee!Lang Qianqiu #Ticklish!Xiao Mengyou #tgcf tickles #tgcf tickling #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #LET'S GOOOO!!!! I FINISHED IT!!!! *FINALLYYYYY*#I am so so sooooo happyyyyy teheeeee #I feel like they are kind of ooc because I can't see xl trying to insert himself again in lqq life's after.... well everything #but maybe in this au where everything goes better... maybe..... bruh. the amount of PRIDE u can see in xie lian's pov when he first sees lq #it makes me want to sob #no kidding. when I started to write that moment in the forest I remembered the canon. closed the fic and went to watch funny videos to cope #hgfdfghjklkjhg PLEASE LET XIE LIAN BE HAPPY WITH THE 8765456 KIDS HE ADOPTED PLS #LET HIM AND HUA CHENG HEALTHILY BULLY LQQ WHILE HE GETS ALL BRISTLING AND >:[ angy boy #also rip mah bro mengyou dfghjkjhgfdfghj got tickled just because <3 <3 <3 how dare he be so cute <3 <3 peace and love #I like to think that in this au HC keeps pestering Lqq Just Because and Lqq keeps wanting to duel him #hgfdfghjkkjvbn And Xie Lian also teases him but in his Own Way and Lqq only gets even more >:00 while Mengyou tries to #put some rational thoughts in him because no. you can't win against them STOP calling them to duel you #sad spoilery thoughts ahead #have u ever stopped to think how lqq still calls XL 'guoshi' centuries later? How his teachings are so intengrained him even after so long?#how xl sacrificed himself just to keep lqq's belief that life can be black and white and fair? how this belief about faireness #was what kept his subjects alive? 'cause lqq refused to blame and kill them even tho every elder around him kept pestering him to do so #have you ever think about how he was just 17 and alone? how xl kept saving his life even centuries later? I do. I do think about it

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403tarot · 8 months ago

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! # WOOYOUNG ENERGY CHECK – APRIL

GENERAL: april will bring an opportunity for wooyoung to redefine his priorities and choose his battles more wisely moving forward. he's been striving for the wrong things, doing too much for others and too little for himself in a blind impulse to get some return that he may not even know what it is. being forced to put himself first for the first time in a while may come as a consequence of this month also to get a better understandment of what he should leave behind and what he should continue to invest his effort in.

LOVE: i sense that someone is currently occupying wooyoung's heart, but they don't have something solid like a romantic relationship. asking about whether he's in a relationship, my island time oracle gave me cards saying "need time"/"friendship"/"time to heal," and my crystal ball oracle gave me "not the right time" and "no" as answers. combining all this with the tarot cards, it's clear that wooyoung has other priorities at the moment besides dedicating himself to a relationship, although he apparently likes someone. he's probably still in the phase of talking, showing interest in getting to know this person more and/or flirting and not necessarily ready to dive headfirst into a romantic relationship at this time.

MENTAL HEALTH: questionable. wooyoung tends to be very understanding of other people's problems and extremely insensitive when his own issues are at play. it's as if he doesn't want to admit to himself that something is wrong, that he's not always at his best, and that it's not shameful to make mistakes sometimes. currently, there's a toxic vibe of obsessive pursuit of perfection and for a strength that won't build itself if he continues to be so hard on himself.

PHYSICAL HEALTH: he is in good physical condition and currently very focused/enthusiastic about working more on his appearance, which seems his main goal.

PROFESSIONAL: wooyoung is very excited about his professional life; the team environment is harmonious, and i sense that he feels something very good is going to happen this month... i think this could be related to ATEEZ's performance at coachella, as if this were going to be the confirmation of a turning point in the career he has been waiting for. he is very nervous about something and what it could bring to him as an artist, so much of his effort is currently directed towards his professional endeavors. april will make him feel like he's in the best professional phase he's ever had so far.

#— duckie notes ⪩♡⪨#wooyoung #ateez tarot #kpop reading #kpop tarot #kpop readings #kpop astrology

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rjncore · 17 days ago

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Unexpectedly Yours (Chapter 10)

It's already been a half a month since you first stepped foot in the country. You went here for work, and to fulfill your dream. But your stay was made even more special with a newfound love – a love that changed you for the better.

Mayu will be leaving today for their upcoming game. As she was preparing to leave, you and Yuki are still in bed, covered in a blanket because of the cold weather.

"Heyyyy lovebirds, I'll be leaving now!" she shouted in a teasing tone. You decided to get up, to bid her goodbye. Your hair is still a bit messy as you get up from the bed. You poked Yuki to wake him up. "Mayu's already leaving, at least say goodbye to your sister." but he didn't even budge at all. Mayu was already by the door, when she saw you coming out of the room.

"Mayu, have a safe trip. I'm sorry I tried to wake your brother up but he didn't even budge... And I hope we see each other again in the future." Mayu just nodded and flashed a small smile. "He's always been like that, I'm used to it. Anyways, I hope we can have a girl's time together in the future too, with our older sister." You felt warm on your cheeks before you nodded. "Of course."

It's still 6:00 am and Yuki usually gets up at 7:00 am. You opened the fridge to see what you can prepare for breakfast, only to see tons of vegetables and meat. You scanned your eyes in the fridge thoroughly, and you found eggs. You started preparing for breakfast. Since the weather is cold, you decided to prepare an egg drop soup and a warm cup of tea. As you were stirring the pot of soup, you felt his hands wrap around your waist. His tall figure easily hugs your small frame.

"Mhmmm, it smells delicious already." he said, as he inhales the tasty smell of the soup. While eating, there was a peaceful silence. You noticed he was quiet, so you didn't even bother to disturb the silence. Not until Yuki spoke. "I-I'm going to say something.." Yuki trails off, nervousness evident in his expression.

"Go on, what is it?" you replied. "Well, my parents just landed here in Italy. I saw the message as soon as I opened my phone today. They said they will be watching my game later." he then cleared his throat and continued, "I haven't told them yet about us so I was hoping that I could introduce you to them. But it's okay if you're not ready yet." Your eyes grew wide, surprised because of what Yuki has just said. You're still in the early parts of your relationship, so you're unsure if this is the time to do that.

"Uhm, it's not that I'm against it but we're still in the early part of our relationship. I would love to meet them of course, so I'm fine either way. Besides, Mayu already knows about us so.." Yuki smiled, as he slurped down the soup.

Yuki still has a few hours to spend before the game, so the two of you sat down together in the living room. "Where do you want to go here in Italy? Any cities? Even before you started pursuing architecture, you already had a dream of going to Italy. But now that you're already living your dream in the country as an architect, it makes you want to strive for more. You want to stroll around and visit the historical buildings and sites. You thought you were going to do it alone though, but you're wrong.

"Well, I want to visit Rome and Venice.. And if we still have time, I want to see the Leaning tower of Pisa. Florence would be great too." Yuki chuckled, as he noticed how excited you were for the trip from the tone of your voice. "Miss architect is so excited for this trip huh." You playfully slapped him on his chest, as you rolled your eyes. "Of course, it's been my dream for a while now... to visit Italy. I thought I would fulfill my dream alone, but fate decided to do some work and.." he was listening intently, his eyes beaming with affection. Out of the blue, he gently reached for your face and leaned close. He cupped your cheeks before your lips met. It was a slow and tender kiss, full of reassurance and support for each other. The two of you were left breathless after the kiss, as he leans his forehead to yours.

"Let's reach our dreams together" he said calmly. Before you could even respond, he continued. "S-so, I'm formally asking you now. Will you be my girlfriend?" You gasped and you could feel the tears forming in your eyes. "Of course, Yes!!" You hugged him tightly, as your first meeting replayed in your mind. Yuki then stood up and went back to the room. When he returned, his hands were behind his back, seemingly hiding something. You were curious what it could be and when he finally showed it, it was a small box. He delicately opened it and what was revealed is a necklace with a snowflake pendant.

"Yuki, my name means snow. I want you to think of me whenever you're wearing this" he said. You turned around, as he put the necklace on you. You faintly touched it and replied, "This is so beautiful. Thank you, Yuki". He smiled and kissed your forehead.

A few hours later, Yuki already started to prepare to leave for their game later. As he was already tying his shoes, you left a light kiss on his cheek.

"Good luck on your game today. I know you can do it, I believe in you!" He laughed quietly. "Thanks, love. Please wait for me before you sleep later, they might come with me after the game you know..." You grinned and flashed a thumbs-up. He was already by the door and you sneakily shouted, "Good luck again, love you!!" you said it as if you were rapping. Yuki's face looked confused before he let out a chuckle. "Love you too" he said, before he closes the door.

The game is already about to start and you're here in front of the television in his apartment. You wanted to go, but your wound is still in the process of healing so it's better to take a breather for now. The commentators are still having a pre-game commentary that you don't even understand, so you decided to change the channel. What you just saw sends a chill down to your spine. "A man suspected of stalking women in Milan is arrested." Wait, this is him?? Or? You covered your mouth in utmost shock, as the incident replayed on your mind. The news delved deeper into the story, saying that most of his victims were particularly beautiful women that he tried to scare off. "The suspect might undergo a psychological test to check if he is mentally challenged."

You immediately changed the channel of the television to the game. It was a traumatic incident that you didn't want to remember again, but knowing that the suspect was already arrested gave you a sense of relief. You sighed and wiped the tears in your eyes. You collected yourself, as the game is already starting. Yuki's team started great and whenever he scored, the cheers in the arena got even louder. Their opponent called a timeout and the camera focused on a pair of a not-so old couple. Your eyes narrowed as you realized they resembled Yuki and Mayu, especially the woman. Wait, is that his parents? you slapped your face a couple of times before coming up with the conclusion. "This is Yuki's parents, I'm sure" you mumbled. You thought of what Yuki said earlier – he might introduce you to them after the game. The game went on and although the scores were close, Yuki's team managed to pull off a straight set victory. You stood up and clapped in front of the television, as Yuki was being interviewed since he's the MVP of the Match. Despite coming from a tiring game, he still looked fresh in your eyes. It was evident in his expression how satisfied he was about the game, even though you didn't understand much of it since he spoke in Italian. Yet you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride, witnessing him achieving his dream slowly but surely with you by his side now. Right after the broadcast ended, you realized that there's no cooked food yet and since they might be hungry, so you decided to prepare an easy pasta recipe. After cooking, you hurriedly went to your apartment and changed clothes and fixed yourself a little to look presentable. As you returned to his apartment, you could feel your heart beating fast and your palms sweating. At any moment, they would arrive now. You were fidgeting as you texted Yuki. "Congratulations on the win, love. Where are you now?"

You already wiped your palm a few times. You weren't even this nervous when Yuki confessed to you. But this is his parents, of course it's nerve-wracking. I'm.. scared. A few minutes later, you heard a knock on your door. You stood up from the sofa to open it, only to see Yuki alone. He was chuckling as he saw you dressed up. "Why are you dressed up?" You raised your eyebrow to him, and roamed your eyes around. "Your parents... are they not coming?" The two of you went inside. Yuki's face is unreadable. "Well...." he trailed off. "They're coming!! They just said I should go home first since they would order some food for all of us to eat" Yuki said in a slightly louder and teasing tone. "Ah, I thought they were not coming.. I forgot to text you that I already prepared pasta for us to eat. I was in a rush I'm sorry" you said. You cleared your throat and clenched your fists. "Yuki, I-I need to tell you about something." Intrigued, Yuki leaned closer. "What is it?" You sighed heavily, trying to break the news to him as calmly as possible. "About what happened to me that night.. The suspect was arrested already. I-It was on the news earlier." He listened to you intently, before enveloping you in an embrace. He didn't say anything, but you already felt all your worries fading away. And although that incident was a bad memory for the two of you, it made your relationship stronger. "Let's not tell this to your parents, ok?" you whispered to him. He slowly reached for your hand and nodded, along with a faint smile. "Of course."

Moments later, Yuki's parents finally arrived. Yuki opened the door with you standing behind him. He stepped a little to the side to show you. "Mama, Papa. T-this is my girlfriend" he said, his voice a little shaky. You let out a beaming smile, as you bowed respectfully to them. "Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Ishikawa!" they smiled back at you, before you and Yuki helped them carry the food they've bought. The two of you sat side by side, while his parents sat across the table. His mom spoke first, as she was getting a slice of pizza. "So, how did the two of you met?" her tone, serious. You intentionally held Yuki's hand under the table, gesturing that you will answer the question. "I was new here in Italy, so I strolled around the plaza but I got caught in the rain and while I was in a rush to return to my apartment, I accidentally met Yuki who was just living nearby." Both of them nodded slowly. His mom spoke again and you noticed that Yuki's dad was quiet, just listening to the conversation. "What do you do in life? Why are you here in Italy? You were slightly taken aback by the question, as you gulped the drink. "I work as an architect, I was sent here by our company for a project.. It's been my dream to go here in Italy too." The awkwardness eased up a little bit, as Yuki's mom smiled upon hearing your answer. His dad looked at the two of you, before briefly looking at his wife's eyes. What do they think of me? Do they like me? Yuki sneakily held your hand under the table and spoke up. "Actually.. We're planning to have a short vacation and tour around Italy since I have no scheduled game in the upcoming week." His dad replied. "It's nice to be young, isn't it? Just don't give us any grandchild for now, though. Take your time with each other first" Mr. Ishikawa said in a playful manner. Yuki sulked, while you let out a chuckle. Yuki got his smile from his dad while him and Mayu resembles their mom a lot.

Yuki offered his parents to stay for the night at his apartment, but they left after the dinner. As they were at the door, you waved your hands to them to bid goodbye. "Take care of each other, ok?" Mrs. Ishikawa said before closing the door.

"I think they like you, really" Yuki said with a bright smile. You looked up at him. "Really? I hope they do." He nodded, as he gently put your hand on his to reassure you.

Even if difficulties arise, one thing will remain certain — the two of you will face it together. Each moment will be special, as you navigate this journey called love.

writer's note: final chapter next! might put up at least one or two bonus chapters after~

#ryujin nippon #yuki ishikawa #fanfiction #volleyball

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clairebearsparkles · 2 years ago

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What is my tma ttrpg

So I made a post yesterday about if people were interested in hearing about my heavily based on Monster of the Week tma ttrpg that has charts. I am very excited about the charts, I just love them.

So here's my little breakdown of what I am making, and just what I have in my file right now. Also WARNING for tma SPOILERS, I won't be vague about any references to the podcast itself and the lore if it comes up in my explanation, or in the comments on this post and anything adjacent to that.

So the general idea is the players are all different character archetypes that all work together to stop fear anomalies that pop up. Btw if you have any ideas of things you would like to see added on or changed let me know, I am always open for ideas and feedback.

Now onto what's in it.

The different playbooks I have made up so far are The Chosen One, The Skeptic, The Expert, The Researcher, The (Former) Cultist, The Unfortunate Fool, The Professional, and The Jack of All Trades (this one is your Mikale Salesa type). Each type is based on character(s) archetypes I noticed in the show, but if you guys have types I should add I'll happily take suggestions.

The Avatar playbooks are a separate thing, since these function differently to normal playbooks. There are 3 types of Avatar Playbooks (multiple players can play the same Avatar playbook, just not the same Fear). There's Primal Fear (Buried, Corruption, Flesh, Hunt, Slaughter), Internal Fear (Desolation, Eye, Lonely, Spiral, Web), and External Fear (Dark, End, Extinction, Stranger, Vast). Being an Avatar comes with benefits but also issues, you'll have to deal with fighting the impulsive need to feed your fear when it comes up, but only if you want to fight it (Very similar to the Curses in the Monstrous Playbook in motw). When you pick your playbook you pick your Fear as well, and for your abilities/moves you pull from The Fear Table.

Fear Table is a list of 75 different moves (5 for each fear) that you can pick from. The reason it's an entire separate table and not just connected to the Avatar playbooks is because there's a way for normal players to access the moves as well.

The biggest addition to this game's system is The Fear Scale. The Fear Scale is how you measure your relationship to each fear. Usually you start in the middle and can then either move forward or backwards. Forward gives you benefits and abilities, but along the way you take flaws. Backwards on the scale gives you disadvantages when dealing with each fear and markings/scars. There are ways to move up and down the scale, you can either strive to always remain balanced, or try to become an Avatar by moving up the scale.

When you move up you gain moves but also mutations, I included a fun table with a way to randomize what kind of effects you get called the Inhumanity Table, but you are also welcome to pick your own mutations if you have a vision. For the markings/scars it's all dependent on the situation the Player is in, if they are in a fire and are in a position to get a scar from the Desolation then it'll be a burn mark.

Something I also added that's in other Powered by the Apocalypse games is Conditions, because what fun is a game about Fears if you can't be afraid. They pretty much function identically to the other games that use them, they just spice up role play and add a way to cause conflict.

The basic moves are the usual ones you expect (Fight, Protect Someone, Investigate, Stay Cool, Manipulate, and Help Out), but there are two unique moves for this game, those are Console and Instill Fear. Console is a move you can use to remove Conditions from players and npcs, and Instill Fear is sorta the "magic" move, it allows supernatural actions that when done successfully move you up the scale, but when done badly can move you down.

I think that's the most of what I have, it's the big stuff at least. I'd love to hear what you guys think of it.

#My google doc on this of course has way more detail about each thing #but this is what I can simplify it into so far #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #the magnus pod #tma ttrpg #mag ttrpg #the magnus archives ttrpg

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darlingpwease · 1 year ago

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okay okay imagine shi mei who tries to go on with his plan but something always distracts him and that is YOU. your beauty, your personality, it always distracts him from his plan to the point he is annoyed and angry at you secretly while trying to uphold his facade.

but then it transforms into an obsession with you and one day he starts acting weirdly towards you. the both of you alone in a room, his smile looked eerie. if looks could kill, you would be dead by now. and he still contemplates infront of you if he should get rid of you or lock you up somewhere only for his eyes.

dead but pretty

♡ unhealthy behaviour, lovehate relationship, mild light blood play (biting, licking; fantasy), mention of blood + violence, primal-ish romance; not-so-smart!reader (or not), chu wanning just loves his disciple

SHI MEI knew from the very beginning that you would be a problem — just like it was with Mo Ran, that stupid mutt, but with you it was different.

You were his senior fellow disciple, the second disciple of Chu Wanning, who ideally took a place right next to him — the person who was perfect for his plan, but who became much more difficult to get close to because you were constantly hanging around.

SHI MEI has never been blind, especially in those things that affected emotions and relationships — he saw that the 'elder of Sisheng Peak and master of three disciples' had a special attitude towards you, even if tried not to show this favoritism, striving to look at his three disciples the same. But his gaze stayed on you longer — and SHI MEI was talking now not only about the gaze, and even not so much your influence on Chu Wanning alone bothered him.

(after all, when SHI MEI plants a flower in him, it won't matter so much, even if it's eaten up from the inside by inarticulate jealousy and irritation.)

SHI MEI felt that you were his natural enemy.

Everything that was in you time after time touched something hidden deep in his soul — your gait, your smile, your face, the shine of your eyes, your voice, your emotions, your reactions, your behavior, your personality, your smell.

It seemed that you perfectly touched all the places and buttons in his soul, opened his wounds and made them bleed, could read his mind at a glance and shift everything he planned with one careless wave of your hand like a house of cards. SHI MEI understood that his fear was irrational — but what if it wasn't? What if you really see through him? What if there is something most frightening hidden in your eyes? What if your behavior really hides that strong and punchy personality that can easily drive him into a corner and force the butterfly to obey, accepting the same fate that others had?

An exciting rush of unusual emotions, fear of the unknown — even under the gaze of a knowledgeable Chu Wanning, SHI MEI does not feel so naked and dumbfounded, not understanding what to expect next, as next to you. SHI MEI relies on his intuition, playing the role of a gray cardinal and a spider quietly weaving a web away from flies and mosquitoes — Chu Wanning feels this, but does nothing, choosing him himself and taking responsibility for him. But you didn't choose him — and SHI MEI, as if in a primitive state, is afraid of you, not understanding what to expect, lowering thick eyelashes down, hiding dilated pupils behind them, and at the same time wants to dig into your throat with his hands and feel the beating of your heart, the beating of your fear.

SHI MEI is not afraid, — not afraid anymore, never again, — but whenever he sees you it's like a butterfly looking at a spider.

He doesn't know why himself, but whenever he comes across you, he can't help but hate that powerlessness and feeling of helplessness; his hands tremble when you try to help — SHI MEI knows that you are not that type, but every time in your eyes he sees how you look down on him, as if he's a funny weak pet, which makes his cheeks unusually-incorrectly blush while his flexible thin fingers are clutching the book.

He wants to throw the book on the ground, dig into your collar and bite you, make you shut up, look up at him, tremble with fear and horror while a thin trickle of your blood flows down your lip, which he will lick off with the look of a winner, pointing you to the place where you should be, never again interfering with his plans, not helping him, not looking down on him, not questioning him — but SHI MEI only hurriedly nervously draws a soft smile on red lips when you look at him again, bending flexible tender neck to timidly thank you, you should not have helped him at all, however, he is still glad that he was able to spend time with you, even if he himself is almost trembling with rage? and anger?, looking at your legs.

You look down on him, don't you?

You, like Chu Wanning, are always ahead, always leading, always on the same wavelength, always there until he can't get there, no matter what he does — Chu Wanning's gaze is always yours, even if he looks at others, and SHI MEI bites lower lip until it bleeds when he sees that you are looking at the master too long or start chatting about him, praising and warning your 'timid and pure shidi', clearly thinking that this is a good topic for conversation.

What are you thinking about at this moment? Are you really thinking about him or is there only Chu Wanning in your empty head? Do you have any thoughts at all? Are you able to think or are you no better than Mo Ran, the fourth disciple, which SHI MEI disliked immediately, and it was mutual. However, SHI MEI loved the sight of a stupid but unfairly gifted mutt running after the master in an attempt to attract attention, not realizing that in Chu Wanning's eyes there was only one disciple who could get to his heart and take all the place there.

And SHI MEI, out of scientific curiosity, wants to tear out your heart and see how much this applies to you, especially when you spend time with him, helping and having fun, as if you are really interested in him and you are fascinated by his gentle and soft behavior and beauty, similar to the charm of a rare beauty even at that age, — who doesn't love beautiful things, right? — but as soon as that very time comes, you immediately run to the Red Lotus Pavilion, like an animal with a conditioned reflex to a thing from which you cannot refuse.

He hates you so damn much.

Can you not think about your shizun for at least a few minutes? Is he the only one in your head and heart? Do you even think about him at least sometimes, or is he just a substitute for the time when Chu Wanning is not around, because "it seems to you that they are somewhat similar"? Is that why you spend time with him?

Because he 'somehow' reminds you of your white moonlight?!

... Shi Mei swallows the lump in his throat, being alone again when you hurriedly run away after saying goodbye to him. In hands is the book that you recommended for him last time, but never had time to discuss it — and he realizes that something is wrong when there are bloody marks on his left hand from his own nails digging into the skin. His body is shivering slightly, but it's definitely from the cold, yes — he's been sitting with you for too long, engrossed in conversation, listening to you, feeling how time slows down when you're around, even if he can tell from the sky that several hours have passed.

He just wants to wrap his arms around your neck and twist it, enjoying your fear just as you revel in his weakness and defenselessness, offering him help and brazenly assuring him that he can always turn to you, as if not believing that he will ever be equal to you, — SHI MEI would give anything just to see you, who understand how wrong you were, while you are as defenseless as a butterfly in a spider's web.

He hates you. So fucking hates. He will not be able to rest until he sees in your eyes the same horror and hatred that burn in his pupils whenever you look at someone else.

He will make you look at him like that.

You have no choice.

You love your shidi — the one who is fragile, peaceful, gentle and soft. As airy as a beautiful butterfly — and also leaves nothing in memory but a vague image, like paint smeared on a painting, behind which it is no longer visible who was there. Despite his beautiful face, no one can remember what he looked like or what his appearance was, as if he was a faceless ghost, a passing shadow in this world. It would be wrong to say that you have never been bothered or even afraid because of this, but you have always understood that these are just prejudices.

After all, your shidi is as dangerous as a caterpillar or, at the very least, a butterfly pupa.

But when his flexible, fragile fingers suddenly cling to your sleeve, and nothing but smoky something splashes in the black pupils, which makes goosebumps run through your body,

you really begin to doubt if this is your shidi.

You know that he is afraid of you, even if he tries to hide it, and you really tried to fix it — but for the first time SHI MEI looks at you with such a challenge, as if you are looking into a lake whose bottom is not visible.

“... Is something wrong? Did I scare you?”

His voice is as sweet as honey,

but why do you feel the poison spreading through your body?

“If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you something...”

#❖.my jewelry #🥮 — husky and his white cat shizun #✉.shi mei #🧸.yandere au #🧸.unhealthy #🧸.blood play #gender neutral reader

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