#they truly are relationship goals and always gift us

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Spencer Charnas and Nadia Teichmann from the The Fastest Way to a Girl's Heart Is Through Her Ribcage music video

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Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader - Social Media AU

formulagossip added to their story

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f1wagupdates Max Verstappen spotted leaving his hotel with a mystery woman this morning after celebrating winning his third World Championship last night. According to sources, the two partied together with the team and friends at a club following his victory before heading back to the hotel. Her face is hidden but rumor has it this could be a new romance for the World Champ. Looks like Max is enjoying the spoils of another successful season!

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lightsoutmax probably just a random groupie, max isn’t the relationship type

dutchlioness no way that’s a groupie

f1wagupdates i’m inclined to agree, they look pretty serious!

formulanone am i crazy or does that look like y/n leclerc to anyone else?

redbulletin you’re crazy

gridgossip i mean i wouldn’t be surprised. i bet this has been going on for a while between them! it would explain how she got the CTO job out of nowhere

f1girlie or she got it because she’s qualified and was literally trained by adrian newey to take over for him? it’s 2024, leave the misogyny at the door

maddermax i don’t think max would get involved with someone from his team

circuitqueen she looks so familiar but i can’t place her! it’s driving me crazy

verstappenupdates whoever she is, i need more details! our world champion’s love life is suddenly looking very interesting 😍

survivetodrive you need to learn how to stay out of drivers’ business

rblover for real! let the man live

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maxverstappen1 Five World Championships!

This one feels extra special because I get to celebrate with the love of my life who has been by my side for over three incredible years now ❤️

So I want to dedicate this championship to Y/N

Seeing Y/N thrive as Red Bull’s Chief Technical Officer and pursue her passion for motorsport after everything she has been through has been so special. Her brilliance and determination inspire me daily, both on and off the track. And her contributions to the team have been invaluable to our success. I am so lucky to have such an incredible partner to share these championships with

Winning races and championships is great but sharing my life with someone as smart, driven and caring as Y/N is the greatest gift I could ever ask for. I truly am the luckiest guy in the world. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us both. Here’s to many more years of continuing to chase our dreams together!

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redbullracing our world champion found his perfect match! wishing you both continued success and happiness 🤩

christianhorner so proud of you two. the ultimate power couple!

danielricciardo i knew something was going on there. congrats you two!

maxverstappen1 you don’t have to pretend like you didn’t know about us

y/n_leclerc you literally third-wheeled our last date night … and the one last month … and the one over summer break

y/n_leclerc i love you with all my heart, champion! thank you for always being my biggest supporter. so blessed to have you in my life 🥰

charles_leclerc how could you do this, y/n? after everything our family did for you?

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verstappenupdates our guy is all grown up 🥹 you two are goals!

f1wagupdates omg! when did this happen??? why has it been a secret for so long?

lightsoutmax pretty sure they got together the year before y/n was hired by red bull

redbulletin and they probably kept it a secret because people would have found a way to twist it into something negative

officialorangearmy relationship goals to the max! you two are perfect together 🧡

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y/n_leclerc What a season! Winning a double championship for the second time feels so surreal. I am overwhelmed with gratitude for my incredible team at Red Bull Racing who made this possible through their tireless hard work. We did it 🏆

And most of all, I am grateful for my incredible partner. Max, you’ve supported me every step of the way, encouraging me to follow my dreams and become who I was meant to be. You showed me what true unconditional love feels like

I am where I am now because of you. Your spirit pushes me to achieve greatness. Your kindness lifted me up when I needed it most. Your smile keeps me going on tough days. I couldn’t ask for a better teammate in life ❤️

The future is so bright for us. I can’t wait to see what we create together next. I love you! Let’s keep aiming for the stars ✨

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maxverstappen1 you make me so proud every day! loving and winning with you feels incredible. can’t wait for the rest of our lives together ❤️

redbullracing the ultimate teammate on and off the track! you two are unstoppable 👊

christianhorner red bull is lucky to have such a power pair leading our team. more glory to come!

danielricciardo you guys are relationship goals! congrats champs

charles_leclerc how long until you throw away this “fairytale” like you did our family?

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y/n_leclercfanpage our inspiring queen found her king! you give us hope that dreams do come true

f1girlie not me literally crying tears of joy 😭 they are so perfect together

womeninmotorsport seeing powerful women thrive in f1 gives me life 👏

[astroismypassion]

Astrology observations 🌸🌸🌸

Credit goes to my Tumblr blog @astroismypassion

🌸If you have Virgo Venus, you could feel like you can have the most rewarding, stable partnerships with people who have a 6th house Synastry with you. If you are Taurus Venus, you could resonate more with 2nd house Synastry. If you have Cancer Venus, you connect best with people you have 4th house Synastry with.

🌸I noticed with Mars in the 12th house Synastry is that the Mars person (who most often has secret feelings for the house person) is more "spiritual" about the connection. They have this "if it's meant to be, it will be" passive approach towards starting the connection.

🌸Venus sextile/trine Neptune in a Synastry chart means that Venus person is easily inspired by the Neptune person, hence being more creative. Meanwhile, Neptune person could have material, financial benefits from Venus person, such as getting more lavish, expensive gifts, free dinner, more clothing etc.

🌸In Synastry, when one person's Saturn is negatively aspecting the other person's North Node, they North Node person can feel like this person is slowing down their life purpose and career. North Node person feels like Saturn person wants them to prioritize them and relationship they have with them (starting a family for example, being more present in the connection) rather than their career goals and life purpose.

🌸If both people end up dating their Saturn sign, they view each other as trophies or like a most prized possession. If you have Pisces Saturn, you could see your partner with Pisces Sun as a trophy.

🌸I'm noticing a pattern that I'm starting to develop in a little theory. Often men who have for example Gemini Sun mum, often go for women who have Gemini Moon in their chart. Or if their mum is Taurus Sun, they pick a woman who has Taurus Moon.

🌸Often times people who have Scorpio over the 4th house tend to overshare and claim they are "an open book", when in reality you don't really know much about them personally or what is happening with them or their life.

🌸People who have Mars in the 9th house LOVE to travel (especially long-distance), but I noticed with them, they at some point have this weird, unique, "rebel" phase when they just rebel against travel and kind of don't want to leave their home or hometown that they are used to.

🌸Libra Moon can get pregnant, expect a baby with a person that is already married.

🌸You can start feeling like they brought you closer to who you truly are at your core level around the sign over your 8th house. Like you become more you through the connection with this person, not necessarily "lose" yourself in the connection.

🌸 Partners of women who have Virgo Mars always admire their woman’s modesty and how humbke they are.

🌸People with Scorpio or Aries over the 4th house might really like the gym, but also kinda dislike themselves for how much take actually enjoy it.

🌸 For fitness motivation always look at the people who share their Sun sign with your Mars sign. For example: if you have Scorpio Mars, you might be really interested in a workout routine of a Scorpio Sun, such as Kendall Jenner. If you have Cancer Mars, you might want Cancer Sun Gisele Bündchen to leak her workout routine. The same goes for if you want to have a personal trainer, it’s best if this person has Sun sign of your Mars sign, because they will be able to motivate you better than others.

🌸 Gemini Juno could have a partner that diets or often does cleanses.

🌸 People who have Neptune Ascendant aspect might view the gym as a sanctuary or like personal therapy.

🌸 Young musicians who have Capricorn Venus make songs that even the elderly like to listen.

🌸 In Synastry Venus opposite Mars can mean that Venus person can act differently at home with their Mars partner versus when they are in the public with them. While Mars person is always their authentic self at all times.

🌸 People who have Cancer or Capricorn over the 8th house could attract a partner that acts like their mother (in case of Cancer over the 8th house) or their father (in the case of Capricorn over the 8th house).

🌸 Pisces Mercury and Neptune aspect Mercury can sometimes be mentally quite lazy or passive. They would rather challenge themselves to do a task, chore physically than mentally. For example, they would rather learn how to skate than learn biology.

🌸Capricorn, Pisces, Aries and Libra Moons are prone to be more emotionally insecure, especially when in a partnership. That's why they need validation on a daily basis or often.

Credit goes to my Tumblr blog @astroismypassion

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Attention, viewers. The following program contains content suitable for mature audiences aged 16 and above. Viewer discretion is advised.

[DEMO COMING SOON][FAQ] [RO ASKS MASTERPOST]

MAGICI: WORLDSTAR INTRO POST

A flyer falls at your feet.

Ever wanted to become the best mage in the world? Ever wanted to become famous while at it?

Well, according to this flyer, by applying for this magic academy-turned-talent show, you can.

A chance to develop your magic affinities, get a free higher education from a renowned academy, meet people from all over the world, win the grand prize of 300 000 kubos , AND become mindblowingly famous?

Sign-me-up.

Friends, mentors, rivals, lovers? In the end, the top only has space for one.

Will you be the one standing there?

But more importantly, what will you do to get there?

Find the answers to these questions and more in the third season of:

Magici: Worldstar - Where dreams become Magic.

A ✧ Spellbound ✧ Entertainment© Production

APPLICATIONS NOW CLOSED. CATCH US ON CHANNEL 4!

In a world where magic is alive and widespread, you're one of the few lucky ones who can say they have actual powers instead of the weak energy most people possess. That's because you've had your Awakening, the extraordinary event in which that fragile energy becomes magic.

Unfortunately, Magic Academies are expensive and hard to get into, so you've never had the resources to truly hone your powers.

That changes when you find out that one of the most famous and respected magic academies in the world, Magici Academy, is letting anyone* apply.

How? By joining the famous magic talent show, Magici: Worldstar, you get a free education at the Academy. The catch? Every week, you risk being eliminated**, effectively shattering the dream of a lifetime.

Will you excel, or will you be eliminated, perhaps by the viewers or because you weren't on par with your fellow contestants?

*(See full requirements at MagiciWorldstar.com)

**Continued enrolment subject to Academy approval.

KEEP READING FOR FEATURES AND ROS.

Fully design your MC: pick your magic affinity, tv persona, gender identity, pronouns, sexuality, name, fashion style, personal goals, body mods, and many more!

Pick who gets eliminated by answering to polls!

Romance one of 6 ROs, or pursue casual flings

Will you focus on honing your magic, getting your grades up, winning the talent show, or simply charming the viewers?

Will you learn to control your powers, or succumb in this new and stressful environment?

Affect how the viewers, teachers, teammates, judges, and fellow students perceive you.

Affect how well your team does in the talent show, as well as the relationships between your teammates

Possibly win a talent show and get crazy rich and famous

Become the viewers' sweetheart... or a pain in the ass ^^

Play matchmaker with your class-/teammates ❤︎

❤︎ Romantic Options:

[RO appearances here] (not a rickroll this time I swear)

Martin: He comes from a long lineage of strong mages. Always the family's black sheep, he seeks to make his family proud and finally show them he's worthy of his last name. A gentle but intimidating giant, he doesn't want to get too close to his fellow contestants, can you break down his walls?

Tropes: Stoic, Slow-Burn, Forced Proximity, Roommates, Afraid to Commit, Idiots in Love

Demetra: This one is a mystery. Your brother's best friend, whom you've seen walking around your home since you were a teenager; however, she never made an effort to get to know you. When you see her at the Academy, you realise you know nothing about who she is. She says her only motivation to be on the show is knowledge, but will you show her she can find something other than that?

Tropes: Rivals to Lovers, Brother's Best Friend, Idiots in Love, Everyone Can See It

Evander: Evander is a gifted individual with a big talent for magic, but he's lazy. The definition of "He's smart but he doesn't apply himself", he could care less about being in the academy. Their family has managed to force convince them to be on the show, the fame and money a big incentive. What they secretly hope is that he'll come home as a new person and grow up. You won't fix them, but you can sure seduce them. ;)

Tropes: First Love, Fish Out of Water, Oblivious to Love, Pining

Harley: A social butterfly, it seems somehow she's already friends with everyone at the Academy. Growing up around musicians made her love for music grow, as well as awaken her powers. She joined the show to make important connections and to get her name out there both as a talented musician and a powerful mage. Will you be just another friend for her or will you become her muse? 𝄞

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Soft Love, Roommates, Idiots In love, Mutual Pining

Echo: Echo is extremely shy and often lost in her own thoughts. Her unique powers make her an intimidating rival and a strong teammate. However, she joined the show for a specific reason: she seeks to learn more about her unusual affinities. Other than that she hasn't really been interested in getting to know anyone. Maybe you'll be the exception and get to know the real Echo. ❤︎

Tropes: Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Idiots In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Hesitant, Crush on MC

Dominic: He is one of the judges at Magici: Worldstar, as well as a professor at the Academy. He is just another judge, and you're just another contestant. Nothing to see here. :)

Tropes: Forbidden Love, Fell In Love with The Wrong Person, Lovers in Denial

possible flings 👀 Other contestants:

Bleon: They already have a reputation as a prankster around the Academy, having competed in Magici: Worldstar's first season. Loved by the student body, hated by the professors, but you'll be sure to like this menace.

Bruno: A shy but friendly presence in your team, he looks forward to getting to know you. After a quick conversation, you already know he aspires to become a respected landscape engineer by perfecting his ability to build and shape landscapes.

Brynn: She aspires to become a Nature Guardian, and to preserve harmony between humans and nature. It is slightly interesting then, that she seems to dislike you the moment she sets her eyes on you.

Chianti: He holds a little secret. Well, not anymore, 'cause I'm about to tell you. He's just had his Awakening, a mere few months before his admission to the show. Will you help him develop his affinities or turn the other way, until he gets eliminated?

Nora: After losing her father to a magic-related incident, she understands that even the strongest healers can't save themselves. She dreams of becoming a mage healer, but also a Guardian, thanks to her rare affinity combination.

Rahim: A disciplined and focused mage, no one in his family has had an Awakening. He hopes he'll be able to get far in the show or to at least stay long enough to develop his powers.

[DEMO COMING SOON... STAY TUNED]

ATTENTION VIEWERS: THE INFORMATION PROVIDED ABOVE IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS THE PROJECT "MAGICI: WORLDSTAR" IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

✧ Magici: Worldstar is a contemporary fantasy romantic drama IF, a first part to the Magici series.✧ Reblogs/asks are crazy appreciated !!

[terry-perry]

This request will make sense if you've seen Friends so I hope you have (if not just delete).

So what if while they're broken up Alastor tries to win Y/N back by dedicating a love song to her during his radio show? But she calls during the song to explain the situation? I don't know how the scene will play into this imagine, maybe Charlie is hosting somehow?

Anyway thank you if you do it.

Taking Care Of Business

You were in the library packing up a few books to help tide you over while you stayed at Zestial's for the time being. You paused to give the room a once-over. What used to be where you felt the most at home was now the setting for the betrayal you went through not too long ago. Betrayed by the two people who meant the most to you and all you were to them was just a pawn to push them further with their goals.

Your mother gave you the space that you required to think about things, accepting that you needed to leave home until you were ready to talk to her. Alastor, on the other hand, was giving you anything but space. Case in point, another giant bouquet of your favorite flowers was sent to the manor. Another gift that went straight to the trash before you went back to packing.

You truly thought he was different from what everyone said about him. You believed time with Princess Charlie, her thoughts on redemption, and how kind and fiercely protective he was of the hotel residents kept him from doing such low, hurtful things, at least to someone whose intentions were pure like yours. You were naive in thinking a powerful and influential demon like Alastor could love you without wanting something out of the relationship. He was a commanding force with a captivating voice and everywhere he went he oozed power. You were just someone who lived under the shadow of your Overlord mother.

He loved your connection, not you.

"This next one goes out to Y/N Carmine,"

The mention of your name brought you back to reality. The music you were listening to on the library stereo as you packed was interrupted by a familiar chirpy voice.

"A special dedication from our very own Radio Demon!" Charlie continued to announce in her cheerful, empathetic voice as a piano softly began to play in the background. "Y/N, Alastor wants you to know he's deeply sorry for what he did, and he hopes you can find it in your heart to forgive him."

After her words, you were greeted by Alastor's singing voice. Through the speakers, he delivered a beautiful serenade in French. It was none other than his rendition of La Vie en Rose, a song that was special to the two of you. It played at that jazz club you visited on the seedier side of the Pentagram. It was the first song you danced to and the one he used during a special broadcast where he proclaimed his love to you for the first time. Granted, he was tearing a soul apart at the same time, so tortured screams played in the background, but it was still the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for you.

You couldn't believe he was going this far to grab your attention.

Alastor continued to sing the ballad and play his piano. You must've been hearing him. You could get rid of any flowers and shiny trinkets he sent your way, but you had no choice but to listen to his broadcast, especially if all of Hell knew it was all meant for you.

Alastor peered over to Charlie sitting by the controls. The station received a call and upon answering he saw how her elated grin disappeared and was replaced by furrowed brows and a disappointed frown. No doubt it was yet another wayward sinner trying her patience. He was always entertained watching her squirm as she tried dealing with loathsome beings.

This was different, however, seeing as how after the call she signaled for him to stop his performance before she went to the microphone to announce something that put a strain on his smile:

"Uh, we just got a call from Y/N and she told us what happened. Alastor, maybe now's not the time to play your song and it's better to give Y/N some space."

[josnhoes]

Monster au in twisted wonderland is cute and got me curious on how mating ritual will be when Jack, Silver and maybe Kalim be when they wanted to mate with local human who is confused as hell

Content warnings: none as far as I know

Kalim the kitsune is a being of wealth and power. He's used to things just being as he says it. He's Royalty after all. So when he just announced that you and him were going to be mates to the entire school you confused look and discomfort confused him. Which lead to you avoiding him.

He goes to Jamil, his best friend and servant had to have some sort of answer. Kalim just wasn't expecting the answer to be you have to win them over. He'd never really worked for anything. It came naturally or he bought it. But this sounded fun!

He has no doubt he can win you over. It starts with gifts, ranging from mundane to extravagant. Anything your eyes linger on is given to you. But his affection isn't all shown in a monetary fashion. He spends a lot of time with you too. From playing games, to carpet rides in the night sky, anything he thinks you'd find fun he takes you to do it. The only downside to being courted by Kalim is he wants to move *fast*. You'll have to sit him down and explain how humans court and to slow down; he'll do his best to match the speed you're comfortable with. Even if he whines about it later.

Jack the Gnoll is a bit calmer in how he approaches courting you. The shift from his normal behavior isn't super obvious. He always looked out for you like pack being his friend after all. He wants to ease you into the idea of a relationship with him. He understands everything here is so new and scary for someone as weak as you. No, that isn't an insult, you don't have any of the perks like claws, Fangs, talons, or scales to protect yourself with, not even magic. So objectively speaking, you are weak.

He starts by bringing you meals at lunch. Hearty healthy things that leave you full and warm. He wants to show he can be dependable as a provider. His gifts are practical, blankets, food, soaps for sensitive skin and hair, things you can use that will improve your quality of life.

He is also more protective. He won't mindlessly get into a fight, he'd *try* to intimidate someone away from you if he saw them as a threat first. Though if someone does something after you've said no like dragging you off, or pushing for something he will just throw hands.

He isn't so good with using his words during courting. As confident as his actions are vocalizing his feelings leaves him feeling far too vulnerable. Tell you his intent is the last resort, and he really hopes you just realize what he's doing.

Silver is a Vampire raised and turned by Lilia. His methods and knowledge of courting is a bit old fashioned. Vampires despite living through the changes of the world often find themselves stagnate in behaviors most comfortable to them.

He starts his courting by approaching you and simply asking your permission to begin courting you. Your answer will be respected no matter what. A no? Well he hopes to remain a close friend. Not ready for a relationship yet? Understandable, but when the time comes you are he hopes you'll seek him out. Yes? Well now he is just over the moon.

Vampires are rarely in a rush so the courting is slow paced. Late night walks, simple gifts like flowers and jewelry. He would bring you food but he hasn't eaten a solid food in centuries so he doesn't know what foods would be worthy of you.

He shows his trust in you by sleeping around you. He sleeps a lot yes but he only truly relaxes in his random naps near you. His heart almost stops again when you finally do the same to him.

Silver does his best to help you study too. He doesn't care if you graduate the collage or not but he knows you want to succeed so he does his best to help you achieve your goals.

It's very hard to be clueless of his intentions with how he is, it maybe old fashion but his love is soft. May anyone who harms you in any form pray for mercy from their diety because he has none.

[astradelphia]

Some more Venus sign observations!

♈ Aries Venus- This is a very passionate sign and not just in love - they love the thrill of achievement or even the thrill of the chase. Straight shooters. Aries' tell it how it is but that's something I love about them, they're so honest that you always know where you stand. They hate when people don't do the same - they don't appreciate mindgames or silent treatment or passive aggressive behavior - just be honest!  They also get annoyed by people who sulk alot. They're pretty confident and might often make the first move. Aries love excitement and hate being bored. They also hate waiting around for people or relationships to come to them. Once they've decided they want something they want it NOW otherwise what's the point? They're not the most patient sign but being a fire sign they have a lot of drive and can be go getters. You'll probably have to go at their pace because they don't like being slowed down. They can be somewhat possessive, but they're also very independent and may not want to be tied down. They can react on instinct and might be a bit impulsive. Something I like about this placement is that they just truly love and give love without overthinking it. They let themselves feel all of it and let their emotions guide them. They're all in once they've found their person and will do anything for them. This can make them lose all sense of reason but you can't rationalize love anyway and Aries' understands this. Can be very physically affectionate or passionate and has a lot of drive 👀 they can also be feisty, hot-headed and competitive. If an Aries likes you they will have your back and fight for you no questions asked.

Love languages are physical touch and quality time.

Compatible with: Other 🔥 signs- Sagittarius, Leo or Aries. Or air signs - Libra, Gemini, Aquarius.

♉  Taurus Venus - Sensual, loving, dedicated. Could be homebodies but what a nice home it is - taurus is a venusian sign so they appreciate the finer things in life and all its pleasures. Taurus is an earth sign so their love is of the more grounded and steady kind. They can be very good at taking care of people. They can also be quite stubborn and set in their ways and quite slow moving. Sometimes they'll let someone come in and shake them up a bit and get them moving but they'd also benefit from someone who can be patient and flexible with them. They probably don't mean to be stubborn all the time they're just used to their way of doing things and that's how they like it. Taurus may love to be cooked for or to cook for someone else. Food is one of their love languages! Physical touch is a big thing for them. They love cuddles, hand holding, random caresses and just staying close to their partner to make them feel loved. They don't generally do over the top grand gestures of love - preferring simple, thoughtful or practical gestures maybe on a smaller scale but on a regular basis. They like to give people gifta without an occasion. They may be a little tight with their money but they also like to treat people. They express their affection in steady consistent ways and they value consistency in other people too. Taurus can be quite stoic with their emotions and may have a hard time opening up. They're  dependable and reliable but maybe being that person for everyone makes it difficult for them to feel they can depend on someone else because they're used to shouldering the responsibility. I've seen Taurus Venus acting like the 'mum' friend of the group. They value confidence and independence in their partners and are drawn to people with the drive to go after their own goals and who have their own lives. They may prefer staying in with their partner or a few good friends then going out too much. Downsides of this placement is that they can be too stubborn, closed minded, complacent or even lazy.

Love languages are physical touch and gift giving.

Compatible with: Other earth signs - Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn - and water signs - Pisces,Cancer, Scorpio.

♊ Gemini Venus - Being an air sign, Gemini are intellectuals and thrive on intellectual stimulation. They love to learn and may be drawn to people with different perspectives then them because they want to expand their minds and they love variety. They're a Mercurial sign so they love to talk! They like witty banter and getting to know people. This is a very curious sign and they probably ask a LOT of questions! They're very flirtatious and playful - sometimes childlike. They can have a hard time feeling their emotions as they tend to analyze them instead. Gemini like to mix things up and are probably always down to try something new. They like excitement and variation and don't want to be bored or too settled. Even if they are settling down they still want the relationship to be fun. You can keep them interested by keeping their mind active - lots of talking - This doesn't always have to be deep it can be lighthearted texts all day, sharing new ideas with them, or opening their minds to new things you've learnt. Gemini are naturally sociable so might do best with a partner who is the same. However, because they're so adaptable to change this could lead to them displaying different personalities in different groups to fit in, causing them to feel like no one really knows them. They want someone who will take the time to really understand them too. They're very versatile and could have a range of interests, they'll probably be willing to adopt yours too. This is the kind of friend you could take anywhere. Amusement park? Yep. Fancy cocktail night? Yep. Skydiving? Probably! They want to experience as much as possible so opening them up to new experiences- or letting them do that for you - is a great way to spend time with Gemini. Can be too changeable or even flighty for some signs to keep up with. May even be indecisive as there is so much to experience they can't settle on one thing. The type to change hobbies or even careers alot throughout their lives - or throughout the month lol.

They love playful physical affection but their main love languages are words of affirmation and quality time.

Compatible with: Other air signs - Gemini, Libra, Aquarius. Fire signs - Aries, Leo, Sagitarrius.

Disclaimer: I am not a professional astrologer, I'm still learning and these are just some of my observations so feel free to just take what resonates with you :) thank you for reading.

Please do not copy or plagiarize my work. Thank you.

[axel-tiredstudent]

OC MASTERPOST WOOHOO ⭐

Although there's still a lot to plan and do before this story is anywhere near done and I don't even have a first draft yet, I really wanted to talk about it and share who my OCs are (since i keep talking about them in here).

This story (called Ewordis) is one of necromancy, otherness and isolation, but it's also about love, saving and connection!

The main character is Absalom García Medina (much to his own dismay). He is 22 years old and studies fine art in university. He's also a drummer in a band with his two closest friends. Absalom comes from a long line of necromancers! He doesn't really understand or control his powers, but he's set on his goal of finding his mother's spirit, which he has never been able to do!

Almudena is Absalom's grandmother, who raised him when Alma (her daughter), passed away. They are both also necromancers. Almudena taught Absalom how to use his powers until she died when Absalom was 12. She's still with him as a spirit.

Alma died in labor. Not only was she a necromancer, but she also had prophetic visions, something not common in their family. Neither Absalom nor Almudena have ever found her soul.

Angel is Absalom's best friend since they were in higschool. They take care and support each other through everything. Angel has a beautiful voice and she can play many instruments. She's the singer, songwriter and guitarist of their band.

Naomi met Angel and Absalom when they were looking for a bassist for their band. They became close soon and shortly after he started dating Angel!

Percy is Absalom's ex boyfriend. Their relationship was rocky and difficult, which really affected Absalom. They still see each other sometimes, but Percy doesn't seem to be willing to change for the better as a person, which is why Angel dislikes him and wants him to stay away from her best friend.

Ozzie is a non human creature that Absalom meets in the realm between life and death. Ozzie doesn't remember anything of his life before appearing there and he can't go to the living realm, so he and Absalom decide to find out what he is.

Victor also comes from a line of necromancers. He meets Absalom in a graveyard, after many spirits warn Absalom of a creature eating their corpses there. That would be Victor! Victor was brought back to life by his necromancer abusive father and now he's forced to feed on human flesh to not become a mindless "monster".

The Knight of Death is one of the Horrors. No one really knows of their existence, but necromancy powers are related to the Horror of Death. How is it related to the Medina Family? What will Absalom do when faced to this Knight?

LONGER EXPLANATION BELOW THE CUT

As I said before, Absalom comes from a long line of necromancers, this gift/curse always passes down to one person in the family. He got it from his mother, Alma, and she got it from hers, Almudena. Alma died in labor so Absalom was raised in a small close-minded village by his grandmother. Since it was little, Absalom has been able to see and communicate with the dead. Almudena taught him how to use his powers and insisted that this is a gift that makes them special. Nevertheless, she also taught him to hide it to avoid rejection from people outside their family. Even with their powers, there was something neither Absalom nor his grandmother were ever able to do: find Alma's soul.

When Absalom is 12, Almudena dies and Absalom, unable to find her either and suspecting her dead is related to the necromancy, blames their power for it. And so he starts seeing this power as a curse instead of a gift. Something that he doesn't truly control nor understand, something that scares him and isolates him. Absalom goes to live in a bigger city with his uncle. It spends a few rough years feeling alone and othered until, at 15, he meets Angel! They bond over their mutual love for music, being rejects in their school and their queerness. During their teenage years they both join a few bands and, finally, at 19-20, they decide to create their own music band, with Angel as the songer-guitarist and Absalom as the drummer. They are on the look out for a bassits when they meet Naomi. They quickly click and Naomi becomes the third member of TTT (Tres Tristes Trigres). A few months later, Naomi and Angel start dating! Playing with them is one of Absalom's favorite things in the world, and he trusts them more than anyone else. Nevertheless, he never tells them about his necromancy but they do notice weird, worrying things about him.

At 19-20, Absalom meets Percy after bumping into him a few times in campus and in local concerts. They hit it off immediately and start dating shortly after that. They're both interested in music and art. At first, their relationship seems perfect. Absalom (who's in the aro spectrum) falls in love for the first time and he feels really happy and loved, something he has truly struggled with for all his life. As time goes by, their relationship starts to get rocky, they fight and argue a lot, but they always go back to each other. Their relationship ends up beng really toxic on both sides. Percy is manipulative and cheats on him and Absalom is jealous and desperate for this idyllic love and comfort they had at first. But, thanks to Angel and Naomi's support, Absalom breaks up with him after dating for a year and half. During the time they were dating, Percy started noticing a few odd things that surround Absalom, like weird aggresive energies around them after they fought. No matter how many times Angel warns Absalom against it, sometimes, when it feels lonely, it goes back to Percy, looking for momentary comfort.

Regarding the necromancy gift/curse. Its origins are uncertain to the family but what does it exactlty allow them to do? The Medina family (or at least those that inherit it) can see spirits in their daily life and communicate with them (spirits may appear everywhere and they mostly can tell when someone is able to see them so they may follow necromancers around, there's more spirits in places like graveyards tho; they don't really have that much consciousness, except for the spirits of necromancers, like Almudena, who Absalom will be able to find at some point). Thanks to this power they can also search for (and most of the time) find the spirit of a specific person (but still, Absalom is never able to find Alma, which tortures him). Another thing that they can do is enter Ewordis.

Ewordis is the realm between life and death (but closer to death, as no living creatures can enter it, except for some necromancers). Ewordis is a inmense white space full of mostly nothingness and some spirits where time doesn't really exist. Absalom hides there when he gets too overwhelmed by real life, thinking that avoiding reality helps him. When he enters Ewordis, his real body is frozen in time, so he can stay there for days or weeks without truly noticing. But time itself doesn't stop. This has lead to his friends worrying after not hearing of him for days in more than one occasion. Isolating himself in Ewordis like this is something that Absalom does to cope when he is really really bad and he tells no one about it. He doesn't really understand what this realm truly is, nor where does it lead. What are the secrets that hide beyond this seemingly vast white empty unreal territory?

One day, after Absalom's mental health worsens and he goes back to hiding in Ewordis, he meets, for the first time, a demon-looking huge guy! Absalom is shocked, because he did not know of the existence of creatures like him. This "demon" tells him he remembers nothing of before being in Ewordis and that he himself doesn't know what he is. They keep bumping into each other when Absalom enter Ewordis, and it notices that this demon must be lonely. They talk a lot and become friends, and Absalom tells him about his life in the living realm. He ends up naming the demon Ozzie, after one of his favorite movies: "The Wizard of Oz". They decide to try and find out what Ozzie is.

After many spirits start following Absalom around and telling him about a monster eating their corpses in a graveyard, Absalom decides to investigate and get rid of all of them. Not really because he wants to help them, but because he wants to be left alone. He goes to the graveyard at night and he founds a thin young man crying next to an open grave. When he sees Absalom, he runs away. This young man is Victor. Victor also comes from one of the few necromancers families left. Their powers are different to those of the Medina family tho, since they are more related to the pyshical body and flesh than to the spirit. He was alive many years ago and he lived with his two siblings and his abusive father. Victor killed himself to escape his father but he brought him back, mixing his body and soul with those of other corpses. Now Victor is forced to feed on human corpses to keep their conscience. Victor loathes his father, who keeps him locked in their old mansion and forces him to keep himself alive. Thanks to his powers, his father has kept himself and his children alive for many many years.

Necromancy powers are directly related to the Horror of Death. There are many Horrors related to different aspects of existence. The Horrors are cosmic entities beyond human comprehension. More ancient that everything. They are neutral entities, not bad nor good. They just exist and keep balance. They have no human morality or feelings. Or at least, that's how it should be. So why can't Absalom die? Who protects him and why? Where is Alma's soul? Who are the other Horrors and how do their existence affect the characters lives?

[violetskies65]

Push Vs Precious

When it comes to films based on books, there is always that one guy. The guy who says “the book is better than the movie”!, as the proclaim there was parts of the story glossed over or left out, and that the film doesn’t perfectly encapture the story. This opinion is common, but I state that comparing books and films is difficult because the media is so different. With a book, you have limitless ways to create an image in the readers head, while a film is just doing the work for you. The 2009 film Precious is no exception, as it left out some vast details with some that needed to be inferred. These details however, while detrimental to the story, are very disturbing and heartbreaking. The film ended on a “neutral” note, while Push ended with the sad origin stories of her classmates, and was continued with a sequel book, “The Kid”.

Precious tells a sad story of a girl facing rampant sexual, verbal, and physical abuse. These traumas and life triumphs lead to her being illiterate throughout most of her life, and being kicked out of school. Ur was discovered she was pregnant with her second child, at just age 16. Both children belong to Precious’ biological father, and her mother’s long-term boyfriend, Carl Kentword Jones. Precious is unable to focus and learn due to her home life, and soon escapes with her second child and continues her education. All the while her mother, the main antagonist seeks to reconcile a relationship with her, solely for welfare benefits.

The book tells the same story, with more details in regards to her terrible upbringing. She was also molested by her mother, and her mother did nothing to stop the constant assaults from her father. Like in the film, she became envious of Precious, citing her as the reason her lover, Carl, left. Carl quit coming around as often to “pleasure” (I.e. rape) Precious after her first pregnancy at 12, which resulted in a handicapped child with Down syndrome, thrown away to be raised by Precious’ maternal grandmother. In the book, “Mongo” was expanded on, with it being relayed to Precious that her development was so stunted, she was put in a long-term care facility. One of her goals was getting her daughter back, although this never happened, strengthening her bond with her now second child, a son named Abdul.

Monique did an absolutely wonderful job portraying the evil character of Mary, but the overall film did not display her as the true villain she was. Sure she was shown as an intensely abusive narcissist, jealous of her own daughter, but the film failed in showing why she was like this. It did not expand on her story, and overall jealously, which in no way, could be justified. Her long term boyfriend was married, to a pretty light skin woman as it is stated, yet she still is in love and infatuated with Carl, when he used her, and then used her own child for sexual pleasure. She was so desperate to keep a man that never belonged to her to begin with, she let him traumatize her daughter, the one “gift” from him she was supposed to protect. She is a truly evil character resulting from various traumas that never healed, growing into a miserable, bitter, and jealous person. The contrast between her and Precious is also prevalent and more represented in the book, as Precious was so set on improving herself, and that she did. However, these improvements would mean “nothing” as the sequel of the book, “The Kid.” Continues on her story, and Abdul’s own traumatic childhood.

For those who have read the book, I am sure they agree Gabourey did a good representation of Precious. She even got the accent down, the passion to learn, and the pain she faced.

[shychick-52]

Wormwood and Cedric had so much history. From their days at Hexley Hall together, to all Cedric's time as Royal Sorcerer (not even counting all the times Cedric plotted with Wormwood to steal Sofia's amulet ever since she arrived at the castle). That's a lot of years!! Cedric probably confided in Wormwood about everything, was the only one he ever had to talk to- was the only friend he ever had or allowed himself to get close to- until Sofia came into his life. They've been through so much.

Cedric had already felt hurt and betrayed by him in the episode 'Hexley Hall' (and Wormwood didn't even mean to betray him then), but can you imagine how much more hurt he was by his deliberate betrayal in 'In Cedric We Trust' when Wormwood not only framed him for taking that crown... but gleefully admitted he was throwing away years of friendship just because Cedric had changed since 'The Day of the Sorcerers' (his life, his goals, his priorities; he was free from so much of his demons, bitterness, and hate, and was truly healing and becoming a healthier person) and also admitting he only cared about Cedric as long as their relationship benefitted him (he always saw Cedric as a bungler and a failure just like everyone else, and only stuck with him because of his own selfish ambitions to be the familiar/pet of a powerful, evil sorcerer)??

That had to have been a HUGE punch in the gut to Cedric. It's truly unfortunate there wasn't time during their confrontation scene in 'Day of the Sorcerers' or at the end of that episode for Cedric to react more to that. I absolutely think that once it sunk in afterward, it REALLY hurt him. Wormwood had basically been using him, similar to how Cedric had initially been using Sofia. Cedric always thought Wormwood was a true and loyal friend, but he was purely toxic. Unlike Cedric, he was truly selfish, cruel, and irredeemable.

And I can see Sofia comforting him, and gently telling him that as much as it truly is painful, it's probably for the best when certain people in our lives are cut off when they're not really our friends. I can see her telling Cedric he deserves true friends while putting her hand in his (and Cedric smiling warmly and saying softly "Like yourself, Princess").

And I love the thought of Sofia gifting him with a new familiar (maybe a baby owl) so he wouldn't be so lonely in his workshop.

@moonypears-blog @bettathanyou

[eatmangoesnekkid]

We live in a world where women still go to doctors to find out what is going on with their bodies. When I heard a woman who centers the unseen and spiritual and calls herself a “Priestess” say that she needed to go to the doctor to find out what's going with her body, I was in shock. Not to shame or judge her but I forget how the female collective thinks and perceives as it relates to their bodies, because as a female, as a woman, as a woman who is connected to her heart, womb, and pussy, as a woman who lives the Priestess path, as a mythical playful ancient spirit who lives in a highly pigmented melanated avatar, as a root posterior chain dancing expression, there is absolutely no way any doctor would know more about the inside or outside of my body more than me.

Please consider the depth of divine knowing you hold within your body when you no longer believe that you should go to the doctor to find out what is going on with YOUR body. To hold a high level awareness of the body your soul lives inside of is incredibly valuable and imbues you with precise clear sensation, not only for you, but for your loved ones and this world. You sense and feel what is going on with your body and if you decide to go to the doctor, you wonderfully go merely to receive a second opinion or confirmation. This is what being connected to the divine feminine becomes a real lived experience and not just a bunch of memes. Women have been taught to fear our bodies, to distrust them, and to give our power away to practitioners, doctors, lovers, and entities outside of ourselves. We have not be taught to learn our bodies and how to tend to our vessel so that we can optimize our health and vitality and capacity for more that allows us to create a body and life that we actually have a relationship with and adore.

Modern women spend so much time in their heads or just talking all the time and as a result have very little energy to expand their feeling-body capacities which means that they have no real craft. Learn to sit in stillness. Go into the dark and get quiet. Develop a listening practice with the instrumentation of music like harp sounds from the likes of Alice Coltrane, Dorothy Ashby, Valérie Milot, Andreas Vollenweider, Loreena McKennitt, etc. Become more aware of subtle details communicated from your body. Doing so will tell everything you need to know about what is living within you (and what is dead).

Once a day I spend some amount of quality time with myself. Hands on-and sometimes hands inside. Temple-tending I call it. It is not masturbation or sexual, as lovely as those experiences can be. If I do orgasm, it is NOT from force, effort, deliberate, intentional, or a concern. Orgasm is always present in our body and when conditions are harmonious, it will happen on its on. The only reason I understand my body and have radically shifted my quality of health is because I have spent quality time with it. That means that I can push out new work in a fast-paced way because my hands-on touch with myself, my taking time to be with my body, is also part of my work and living in my dharma.

But temple-tending, as I experience it, is an actual listening practice. It is how I listen to and connect with what my body is communicating *TO ME.* I don’t care how tired I feel, it is such a gift to myself for me to take time out to feel this body. It not only activates my vagus nerve, but floods my body with oxytocin. At minimum, I slow stretch, massage my breasts and consciously and deliberately say kind things to my skin. I truly believe that it is one of the reasons I haven’t had a cold, bellyache, cramps, virus, or been sick in any other way in decades.

Be willing to make your own self-touch part of your daily practice. It doesn't matter how long the practice is, but the more you ritualize your own self-touch, the more you build a real relationship with your body. Then your desire/need to touch your body becomes second nature and less odd, goal-oriented, or a kind of chore. You won't have ever have to "make time" or remind yourself to do it. It will be like brushing your teeth. —India Ame’ye

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hello MBTI-notes! I'm an INTJ seeking for help on how to deal w my situation that involves considering finance. I tend to be good at dealing with these practical problems but this dilemma gets mixed into a great relationship that I'm very unwilling to let go, my relationship w my current bf who's INFJ.

I'm not someone who seeks a lavish lifestyle, but I'm apprehensive about facing homelessness in the future, having to rent year-round.

We've been together for over six years. Meeting him brings me so much joy; he's truly the man of my dreams I've been waiting for all these years. My second love. He's warm, gentle, kind-hearted. I can feel his sincerity, he treats me with affection, often buying gifts to make me happy, doting on me. He cooks delicious meals and often cooks for me. Attentive, taking care of me in every way, always proactive in expressing his love. We also understand each other in a spiritual way that no one had ever done to me in my life. A quiet morning with him is blissful. Sometimes, we even know what each other is thinking without speaking.

Everything seems perfect; his love for me is beautiful, but unfortunately, he comes from a difficult family background. Ten years ago, his family had to sell their house to help his father pay off a large debt, and since then, they've been renting. His mother passed away long ago, and now he lives with his father and older brother. He's filial, responsible for the family, the main pillar, burdened with the responsibility of providing for their needs. Financial burden had been his obstacle both in personal relationship & job. Without intrinsic motivation, maybe he would have dropped uni in his last year.

Understanding his situation, I don't demand material things from him. Even when we dine out, I share expenses with him, alternating who pays to ease his financial burden. Often, I feel sorry for him, such a good man in such dire family circumstances. My own family is luckier; we don't have to pay rent monthly, though we're just a middle-class family, not affluent.

In this relationship, I feel like I'm standing at a crossroads. Because of his financial constraints, loving him requires me to consider many things: thoughts of the future, a small family, future children. Is it okay to have no stable home, to rent from year to year? Will we argue over financial matters constantly? Is love enough to overcome hunger? I truly don't know. We love each other sincerely; I'd regret losing him. Is this economic instability sustainable? Should I let go of a good but poor man? I wish he was at least richer.

Any advice would be appreciated. Thank you.

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Deep down, you suspect this is a once-in-a-lifetime relationship, and you may be right. Can you really put a price tag on something as precious as that? You're basically asking whether one can put a price on love. It is a matter of opinion. Some will say yes, some will say no. Perhaps I'm a hopeless romantic, so I would say no. At the end of the day, it is a judgment you have to make based on what you value most in life or how you decide to rank your values. It's not my place to tell you what you value or what to value.

The obvious question is: Have you brought this issue up with him and have you had productive discussions about it? If so, what are the key points you keep getting stuck on? If you haven't discussed it properly yet, that's a problem, because these things should already be clarified by year six of a relationship.

Like you said, you don't demand to live lavishly. You are mainly concerned with financial security, and you use home ownership as a barometer. I don't believe home ownership is an impossible goal for two highly motivated people. You might have to hustle, work hard, be creative, manage finances very closely, choose your residence wisely, etc, but it's possible. It might also help to get expert financial guidance. However, you both have to commit to the goal and make some sacrifices in order to achieve it. For example, he may have to pull back a little from his family duties, or you may have to put off children for a few years.

What are you each willing to sacrifice in order to contribute an equitable effort to this goal of home ownership? In a perfect world, these practical matters shouldn't interfere with love. In reality, they don't have to, as long as you can communicate, negotiate, compromise, and reach an agreement that both parties can live with and abide by. Although money can be a sensitive issue, it is a practical problem, isn't it? So, use practical methods to resolve it.

When you feel stuck, it often means you haven't taken enough action to address a problem. And you should remember that big problems can't usually be solved all at once. You need to break it up into steps and then take one step at a time. By doing this, you create some forward momentum and feel less stuck. Since you are both Ni dom, it might be worth mentioning that you shouldn't approach life as though every decision is a life-or-death or all-or-nothing decision. It is okay to change your mind upon gathering more evidence that things aren't going to work out after all. Until then, all you can do is give it your best shot, step by step. A great way to avoid regret is to make sure you've completely exhausted the opportunity before deciding to move on to the next one.

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Several people have been kind enough to let me publish their thoughts on fandom, community, and queerness to celebrate Pride in the Library. Today's piece is a conversation between @academicdisasterfic and his boyfriend, @saintgarbanzo. If you missed it, @saintgarbanzo organized a fundraiser to help support @academicdisasterfic with funds for top-surgery. This fundraiser has met its goal, and is referenced to throughout their conversation.

In this conversation, @saintgarbanzo is chickpea in bold, and @academicdisasterfic is rooney, in regular text.

chickpea: ok baby. let's talk about the gift economy in fandom. it’s something that's part of our politics but many of us struggle with feeling like our worth is tied to our production, even in fandom. has your fundraising experience changed your understanding of those concepts for you?

rooney: Short answer: yes.

Long answer: I think part of what drew me to fanfiction in the first place was a complete divide from capitalism. It’s such a relief in this world of productivity culture. I started writing purely because I loved it and I never thought anyone would read my fics. But then people did, and that meant everything to me. After this fundraiser, I truly understand why the gift economy is so imperative to fandom. People are doing me a favour by donating to my surgery, reading my fics, or writing fics that I love to read. It still feels overwhelming to have as much support as I did. I haven’t processed it at all, I can’t actually fathom it, and I initially had this dread about how I was never going to be able to repay the fandom for what it did for me - it’s not true for all trans men, but for me, this surgery will save my life. But fic saved me too, and I know the same applies to many. When I thought about it like that, I realised that I would do the same thing for anyone here, and it would make me happy to do it. I’d never think they had to pay off that debt. The difference between capitalism and the gift economy is that one is about power and competition, and the other is about the cyclical nature of community. Debts don’t exist, because we don’t give from a finite pool of resources. We give to each other from an endless pool of infinite possibilities.

chickpea: i had that same realization. initially the only way we felt comfortable asking for help was by offering an exchange, but then the exchange wasn't really necessary. everyone just offered up their resources–money but also their time and talent and attention. i go back and forth between feeling guilty/indebted and trying to remind myself that this is how communities are supposed to function and i can feel grateful without feeling guilty. 

you talked about fandom's resistance to capitalism being an initial draw. what about its queerness? my first fandom interactions were very much based in fandom being a safe place to explore queerness. i want to hear about the relationship between your gender realizations and this community.

rooney: You know, I didn’t even think about it in that way - it was more, “I need a queer space, I want it to be a creative space”. It was so apparent to me, even before I knew I was trans, that whatever community I invested in had to have queerness at its core. Back in 2010 when I was figuring out my sexuality, fandom and shipping on Tumblr became really important to me, so I already knew it was there and when I started to explore it, that’s when a lot of gender stuff happened.

I think so many trans people have a more nuanced relationship with their body than is portrayed as the mainstream trans narrative of just being born in the wrong body. I worked very hard before learning I was trans to love and respect my body, and I’d never call it wrong. But reading about queer men fall in love was truly a lightning bolt moment. I’d always felt like an outsider in sapphic spaces - I’m bi/pan/whatever so I do really love women and femmes, that was never the issue - but I realised that I wanted my partners to be perceiving me differently, that I wanted to be treated as a queer man. I think the transgression and fight against purity culture in fandom was so crucial to it - the feelings of displacement and disconnection aren’t articulated the same way in published literature. One of my first fandom friends was @softlystarstruck who writes amazing trans characters with a variety of bodies and sexualities and genders. That sort of representation, of bodies coming together in all those different ways, specifically in sex, made me feel like there was hope - that transness and pleasure aren’t incongruent but born of the same instinct. We have to desire the things that will bring us joy.

chickpea: i love you

rooney: i love you too baby

chickpea: i love that you talked about displacement within queer communities. we've all seen and experienced queerphobia and racism, the demands for productivity, toxicity, discourse that's both helpful and harmful etc. you're someone in fandom who i really admire for the way you acknowledge and navigate the problematic parts of fandom while still focusing on building community in a healthy and joyful way.

can you talk a little bit about being a trans man who consciously decides to stay in hp fandom?

i’ve definitely struggled with my participation here and your fundraiser has brought up those arguments for me again, because we've harnessed this really material and transformative help for you as a trans person, that was carried pretty much entirely by this community.

rooney: Ooft, the big question. 

First off I have to make it clear that I completely understand trans people who don’t want to engage with the HP fandom, because it’s a fucking hard moral and ethical quandary to navigate. But also, I don’t think anyone, including other trans people, should judge those of us who find the inherent transgression of fandom empowering and freeing. That’s my go to answer.

I understand the ethical problems of HP and its fandom. The series is just flagrantly racist. It’s heteronormative, homophobic, and all around “ethically mean spirited”, as Ursula Le Guin so eloquently put it. But it’s still something that I loved, and more importantly, the fandom is so strong not in spite of the series' flaws, but because of them. The more broken it is, the more there is to fix - and we’ve put in Desi Harry and Black Hermione, we’ve written whole essays on why Wolfstar is canon, we’ve taken terrible things like “house elves love to be enslaved” and written complex, thoughtful interpretations of the relationship between oppressor and oppressed. We’ve fucked with it all. Some hasn’t gone far enough, particularly in regards to the way we think about and portray people of colour. But overall, we’ve improved upon something without a single cent from that work going to J.K. Rowling. I find people in this fandom have had a much deeper understanding of the problems in the series for the longest, because we examine it so critically and closely.

No one’s perfect, but we’re all trying - at least, most of us are - and we’re doing things that make the lives of trans people and other marginalised people better. And I’m a trans person who can attest to that, and I know you are too. Universal maxims like “any engagement with HP is transphobic!” don’t even begin to understand what fandom is, what it does, and why it exists. (Those universal maxims also tend to be hugely influenced by Western morality and the legacy of Christianity)

And yes - my fundraiser, and how this community came together to support a trans person in need, really shows all of it in a tangible way. The people here are here to support and uplift those who need it.

chickpea; i often fall into the trap of feeling like if my resistance doesn't transform my oppressors then it doesn't count. i’ve written posts about racism in fandom and a lot of times i still approach it from the position of like, how do i make this palatable, if i just say it with the perfect tone then it will be more approachable and i'll like, convert the racists. i write it with the idea that i have to reach the unreachable. but over and over what i see is that those posts strengthen the people already on my side. and i think it's the same when we're talking about the effects on queer people of engaging with hp. like, a lot of times the argument is that our silly little stories don't translate into real resistance, because people think of "real" resistance as legislative changes and boycotts, as efforts that transform and educate or punish oppressors. and our trans fanfic isn't convincing any terfs that they're miserable pieces of shit. but it bolsters other trans people. it supports us as individuals in this community. i think that the emphasis on whether or not hp fandom engagement translates to "real world" resistance focuses too much on that idea of reaching the unreachable people. we're here and we're doing it for each other, and i *know* it's effective because every queer person i've met in this community has a story of being strengthened by a fic, or a post, or an illustration.

i want to bring it back to joyfulness  in fandom. how has it encouraged you to cultivate more joy for yourself and others?

rooney: Honestly, I think that idea about remembering who we’re actually doing this for is so important. And also I believe we can plant seeds for change through joy. Because here’s the thing - change doesn’t originate from someone signing a piece of paper enacting legislation. That’s an important part, but that person enacts legislation because they represent their communities. Communities who believe joy is possible are stronger, because they have something to fight for. Joy is essential to resistance. I want to reach my community with my words and make them strong. And perhaps then those sentiments will reach further, because we will feel supported by each other and capable in our own lives of challenging bigotry and violence, knowing we are not alone. I am convinced that is how change happens. 

But I don’t just want to be happy so I can fight better. I want to cultivate joy because I deserve it, because I’m a person. Transphobic rhetoric dehumanises trans people, and that disconnect from our humanity can be internalised; perhaps we don’t feel worthy of indulgence, frivolity, the whimsical and beautiful and luxurious parts of life. Fuck that. Every human deserves access to joy. Treating myself cruelly will not change anything about me - depriving myself of joy when I fuck up doesn’t make me fuck up less the next time, and it doesn’t help the people affected by said fuck up. But treating myself well, indulging my creativity and dreaming and desires, actually does change me. It makes me better to the people around me, and better to myself, which means I have more energy for others and myself, which means I give more - it’s the gift economy, it’s cyclical. 

So fandom just makes me happy because it does. I love watching these dumb boys in love. And rather than try and analyse that or judge it, I let myself accept it, and go with it, purely because it’s joyful and life affirming and connects me with the world in a new and beautiful way. It’s really just the power of storytelling, I think - it calls to something primal in us. Maybe it reminds us that we’re humans in this world that wants us to be more like machines.

Fandom makes me joyful because it reminds me of my humanity, I think. With every fic I read or gorgeous artwork it’s like I’m accessing this part of my humanness that I have to keep segmented and separate from my work life, my life where I have to so much of the time be productive and disciplined. Here, I feel all of my flaws acutely and deeply, and all of my wonders, and it’s soul deep. How wonderful to be a human and to feel so keenly - how preferable to a life of trying to stay in the boring, lonely middle.

chickpea: your soulful intellectual rigor is very attractive

rooney: i think that’s my favorite thing you’ve ever said to me.

chickpea: a lot of times i have to frame my self-care and creative work in terms of resistance because that's the only way i can allow myself to have it. but you are so fundamentally right. cultivating joy isn't only for the collective, it's for me. i need to think about pleasure and joy less as a fuck you to the people trying to crush me, and more as a gift. giving yourself that gift of joy really does give that gift to others, and that's such a beautiful, community building action. 

thank you for the reminder that being in community is about engaging with our humanity. it's a perfect conclusion to our whole discussion. humanity is gorgeous and gross and so is fandom and stories are reflections of that, and those reflections are so special to so many of us.

thank you for letting me trick you into processing your feelings. 

rooney: for the record i encourage all of your attempts to trick me into processing my feelings. 

Thank you both for joining me in the Library. I loved what you both had to say about fandom being a gift of joy to ourselves and community being a gift we give to each other. Thank you so much for the privilege of reading your conversation as a way to celebrate Pride in the Library.

If you want more @academicdisasterfic, be sure to check out his work on AO3! I particularly love his fic like the sun came out, because it so accurately portrays the way people who truly love each other treat each other - with gentleness and kindness and patience.

If you want more @saintgarbanzo, be sure to check out his work on AO3 as well! I love Sweeten to Taste because I'm always a sucker for a beautiful food description, and also because I love the thoughtful and nuanced discussions Harry and Draco have in this fic about justice and forgiveness and what we all deserve even when we've been wronged and when we have wronged others.

🏳️‍🌈 Lots of Love and Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈

[enkvyu]

genshin boys and the downfall of your relationship ☆

𓆏 › childe

from the beginning, you were wooed by his playfulness, the sneaky kiss in public, the sly hand slipping under your shirt when you're talking, the late-night conversations that span until the sun rose the next morning

you believed this was it; this was what sweet first loves felt like, always giddy and living spontaneously. a dashing smile thrown in your direction, silly gifts on your doorstep when adventure calls and he answers for weeks on end, security found in the matching rings he bought from his time in inazuma

but like first everythings, relationships are built to grow. but childe never does

the fluttering in your stomach is unpleasant. it's the cause for the shaking in your leg and the rambling thoughts plaguing your mind. you hadn't heard from childe in a month. 

usually, when he is taken by his job as a toymaker, he'll write to you, even if only occasionally. a silly recap of strange events, a small doodle of him hugging you, sometimes even a souvenir to remind you he keeps you in his thoughts. this time, nothing. 

the cold worms into your body in the dead of night. you know you should be asleep, but thoughts of him keep you glaringly awake. something tells you he’ll be back tonight, but even that prediction feels you with dread. when was the last time you felt secure in this relationship?

you perk up at the creaking of a door. it’s subtle, threatening to blow away in the night breeze, but you catch it by the throat. childe peers up too, eyes wide as he takes you in, illuminated by the moonlight. 

“what are you still doing awake?” his voice, once capable of settling every doubt, only enhances your fear. 

“is that all you have to say?” you croak, throat protesting at the lack of use. “childe, where have you been?”

your boyfriend steps closer, unravelling the red scarf from his neck and wrapping it around you instead. the material is cold against your skin. you would have preferred the night instead.

“babe, you know i had work.”

“for a month? and you couldn’t even let me know somehow that you were still alive?” your voice peaks and you find something cold drip down your cheek. “i thought you were dead.” 

the confession hangs suspended in the room, and yet whilst you hope childe will acknowledge it, he only sweeps a finger under your eye. you follow the movement in your peripherals and notice the lack of jewellery on his hand. “did you miss me?”

“childe, be serious. this, this can’t keep happening.”

“i’ll write to you, name.” he takes a hold of your hand and kisses the back of it. “i couldn’t stay away from you even if i tried.” 

you yank your hand back and the hurt that flashes across his face is more real than you’ve ever seen him act. “childe. i’m not joking. this isn’t about me missing you or just some petty issue. i’m scared.”

“of what, baby?”

your fingers curl inward at the pet name. “of us. of what it’s becoming. or what it hasn’t changed into.”

“we’re what we’ve always been. i didn’t find another girl while i’m away, if that’s what you’re asking.” he kisses your forehead lightly, delicately, like you’ll break under the touch. “you always did have the strangest thoughts. you know i love you. come on,you’ll catch a cold out here.” 

you refuse his hand, opting to force eye contact. “that’s the thing, childe. we’re what we’ve always been, we haven’t changed. or at least, you won’t let it. we’re not new lovers anymore, you can’t just solve every issue with a gift or a kiss. i liked you back then, but i love you now. i care about you. if we want to stay together, you have to take this more seriously.” 

maybe it’s his job that inhibits the progression of your relationship, or maybe he has never truly considered you as the end goal. maybe all you were was a first love and maybe his "i love you's" were never a lie, but also never a promise

maybe his heart is taken by you, but not his future

𓆏 › kaeya 

your boyfriend’s resilience is his strongest aspect, at least that’s what you’ve always believed. sometimes you’ll trace the scar that runs jagged across his eye and wish your kisses could heal the folds of skin, wishing your embraces could erase the pain from his past. but sometimes, you’ll believe he doesn’t need it, that he’s taken his painful moments in his stride, never letting a setback diminish his efforts, never letting a soul tell him that he isn’t everything he’s pushed himself to be 

his achievements stack one on one endlessly and the smiles down the street from strangers tells you he’s found his rightful place in the world

but just like how his eyepatch hides a permanent shame, his facade hides a brewing insecurity 

“drink with me.”

“kaeya,” you laugh off his approach and stand from the bar stool, the warm atmosphere leaving you temporarily dazed. “i can’t, i have a mission early tomorrow morning. you know i get horrible hangovers.”

something foreign washes over his face. it’s cast away almost immediately, enough for you to believe it was a simple trick of the eye so you blink it away with a smile. leaning down, you kiss kaeya on the cheek. “then, i’ll see you tomorrow afternoon for our date.” 

“hold on.” your boyfriend grabs onto your wrist, holding you in place. when you turn to look at him, you find his eyes looking elsewhere, before flickering to you. his mouth opens to distract you from the gesture, but you’re already turning to look as well. 

diluc stands not too far from the counter of the bar, talking quietly to another girl. you recognise her as an adventurer from liyue who had quickly won over the heart of the infamous dark knight. 

you hum in appreciation. “is that diluc’s girlfriend? they seem happy. good for them.” turning back to face him, you’re shocked to find his expression closed off. “is something wrong?”

when he smiles, you realise it doesn’t reach his eyes. “stay with me, darling, won’t you?” 

“i can’t, i already told you.” you say slowly, as if he hadn’t heard you the first time. the grip on his wrist tightens. “kaeya, you’re hurting me.” 

the hold stammers, but he refuses to let you go. “can’t you stay back just a little longer for me?”

“what is this all about?”

“nothing, i just miss you.” but his body language betrays his words. you look over at the happy couple in the corner again. 

“let go of my wrist.” you say. 

“i’m telling you to stay.” he snaps back. his eyes are burning into yours. “why can’t you just do this one thing for me?”

“you don’t control me, kaeya, don’t talk to me like that.” you try to shake off his hold but it only tightens and you’re sure if you were to look at it the next monring, it’ll be stained in blues and purples. “kaeya, i’m serious.”

“me too.” a harsh squeeze. “i’m telling you to stay.”

“you’ve had too much to drink. i’m taking you back home with me.”

“is everything okay over here?” your head snaps up at the new voice, finding diluc with his girlfriend before you, concerned at the commotion. 

you smile weakly, still unable to shake off your boyfriend’s hold. “sorry diluc, i think kaeya’s had too much tonight.” 

the red-haired man huffs, unimpressed. “of course he did. i should be the one apologising to you, name. will you take him home?”

you laugh briefly too. “of course. what else would i do.”

a flurry of movement catches your eyes and in the chaos, you realise kaeya had let go of your wrist. turning, you find diluc knocked to the ground, the perpetrator a familiar man with blue hair. 

“you think you’re so much better than me, don’t you, huh brother?” his voice tilters jeeringly. “now that you’ve gotten a girlfriend, you think you’ve beaten me? you think you’ve won?”

“kaeya! what are you doing?” you rush to the scene, holding your boyfriend back, your palm against his chest feeling his rapid heartbeat. “where did this come from?”

he turns mad eyes on you. “couldn’t you tell, name? didn’t you see him brag his new girlfriend right in front of me, thinking he can one-up me? he’s still over me beating him in the past, this is just a new scheme to get under my skin. well it worked, still doesn’t mean shit though, diluc. i’m better, i’m still better than you. my girlfriend’s better than yours, my life is better than yours, you’re nothing.” 

though kaeya tries to patch up his insecurities, you can feel the repressed emotions threatening to explode behind every kiss. and though you promise that you won’t leave him either, your heart skips a beat in fright with every scattered glance and every coded conversation between your boyfriend and his brother 

you realise it is true, then, when they say you must love yourself before you love others

𓆏 › xiao

the guardian yaksha, conqueror of demons, alatus the golden-winged king, xiao goes by many names but to you, he is simply just xiao

your first meeting seems alike a dream, a vigilant protector by your side warding off the grim reaper and sparing you a glance that made time stop and the wind cease its song. it was love at first sight, perhaps on both ends, and your relationship proceeded into something precious where his heart that only accepts few, accepts you

gentle touches and intimate, quiet sights, the small moments you shared with each other held close to your heart. perhaps it is the illusion that xiao was a secretive, selective person that led you to believe he would arrive with your every call 

you found security in a mirage 

throughout the day, you had spared multiple glances at the clock. you counted down the minutes of every hour and then every hour until sunset, until the clock finally struck 7pm and you were free. 

dashing into the street, you waved goodbye to your boss and headed down in the direction of the wangshu inn in a state of ecstasy. 

you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in days. of course, you expected something like this considering his reputable status in liyue, but it hurt nonetheless when your timetable and his activities avoided one another. tonight, however, it would be different. he had assured you with a kiss on the forehead and a caress of the cheek that he’ll make it for your one year anniversary, and the promise was sealed with a shared smile. today was even more so special because you had just been promoted in your job, meaning you had to transfer workspaces to inazuma.

how would you deal with the distance, you wondered in a spike of doubt, especially since the current distance was already barely tolerable?

you arrived on the roof of the inn just as the sun whispered its finally goodbye to the sky with an orchestra of pink and orange clouds, a familiar silhouette illuminated against the fading rays. 

“xiao!” you call, hurrying over. “you made it.”

“i won’t be getting commissions tonight.” he shuffles over subtly, making room for your presence. “i owe you that much.”

“you don’t owe me anything. but thank you.” you sit beside him, butterflies erupting in your stomach. glancing sideways, you watch him watch the sun. “actually, xiao, there’s something i’ve been meaning to say.”

xiao turns to you, not just his head but his entire body language, encouraging you in the silence and holding your gaze in his eyes. “i’m listening.”

“it’s nothing that important, i promise.” you laugh slightly. 

“anything you tell me is important.” 

you bite your lip. “the thing is, i told you about my current job right?”

“the one in liyue.” 

“well, that’s the thing. it might not be anymore?” 

xiao frowns. “you got fired?”

“no, i got promoted. to inazuma.” 

something passes across his face. his hand reaches over to grab yours, and he gives it a slight squeeze. “wait, that’s—”

“i know! it’s far.” though you weren’t sure what expression he’ll give at the news, you weren’t expecting the deep concentration on his face and the hand around yours. without knowing, you began to ramble. “i get that. and if you don’t want me to, i don’t have to accept the promotion, if you think it’s too much. i don’t want to put too much pressure on you and i know already we’ve been having issues with distance but—”

“not that.” xiao squeezes your hand again. “i have to go.”

you blink. “what?”

but he’s already standing, face to the wind. there’s that look of concentration again, but you realise it was never directed at you. a flash of golden glimmer and his staff appears in his hand. “name, i’m sorry but i we’ll continue this another time.”

“i thought you said you wouldn’t be accepting commissions tonight.” you stand as well. “you promised to be here.”

“i have a duty to serve. i’ll be back.”

“do your promises mean nothing?”

this time, he does spare you a glance. “the traveller. they called my name.’ he said as if that explained everything. and to him, it likely did. “i’ll talk to you later.”

the sudden turn of the wind left you alone and unsatisfied. the nerves from your conversation dissipate into disappointment just as the breeze turns cold. you hug your arms into your chest and seek warmth in yourself, but the hole that xiao leaves is gaping and wide.

waiting again, you sit on the roof of the inn. 

xiao’s heart is guarded; for good reason. it is difficult to balance the crucial people of his life leaving those close to his heart few. but amongst those, there are some he simply cannot help but prioritise over others, and it is a pity that you are at the bottom

not really the happiest w xiao's one but !! how did this end up 2k+ words ?? i do have zhongli's one written so i might do a cont. of this if this is particularly liked !! thank you for reading ☆

[macabremads]

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader (no use of y/n) rating: mature, mdni 18+ word count: 1.8k summary: Dieter had grown accustomed to your unwavering forgiveness, even when it seemed as though the world was on your shoulders. But, what happens when you decide to take a step back? Or, Dieter Bravo experiences a wide realization of the consequences of his own actions, to the point where redemption seems utterly elusive. warnings/tags: angst, hurt/no comfort, implied drug use, alcohol use, unhealthy relationship dynamics, angst again, too much angst, implied recovery period from substances. A/N: this is part one out of a three part series! please do let me know if you enjoy it as this is my first fic after years (and years) of being hiatused on this account. love ya all xx

His fingers gently pulled at the once-soft sheets under his fingers, a soft hum leaving his parted lips as he looked out past the haze of his dark room, lit only by a cheap candle he had picked up at an old antique store. Probably, that hunk of wax was nearly one hundred years old, but he had decided that keeping his nice, musky-smelling ones was more important to him.

The rain outside the window hit the glass in gentle and rough rounds. The sky couldn't make up its mind on whether it wanted to drizzle or downpour, but it didn't make much of a difference to Dieter; he wasn't planning on going outside either way. Truthfully, he couldn't really remember the last time he had gone outside or left the house unless opening the door to collect his food deliveries counted as a 'breath of fresh air.' He knew it didn't, yet he considered most things these days to be a win.

Grunting, he looked down at his phone. "Monday, October 2nd" rang out on the screen in bright letters, making him squint as he stared down at his phone. No new notifications. Yeah, he hadn't truly expected there to be. He hadn't realized, whether or not that's because he had a goal of staying coked out most days, that your name was the one that always hung around his phone. Whether it was stupid videos of cute animals or random texts asking him about where he was, what he was doing, or if he was enjoying filming. He hadn't really noticed how much he had longed for another compilation of kittens falling over to music that wasn't appropriate given the context of the video, but he knew that his own demise fell at his own hands, and that regardless of what he wanted or thought, there was little opportunity for him to make right his wrongs.

The shitty bottle of cider popped off his lips with a loud 'pop.' Dieter smacked his lips together as he looked at the label from under his brow bone, staring at the little label and trying to decipher where he had bought the alcohol. He was coming up empty-minded, unsure if it was one you had gotten and shoved to the back of his drink fridge, or if he had just gotten gifted the wrong thing from his Instacart driver; the latter seemed more probable. You never were a big beer drinker, and Dieter had his many vices, with beer not even close to the top of that list.

Tossing the bottle onto his already too full end table, he pressed his lips together and moved forward, fuzzy-socked clothed feet hitting the ground, well nearly. "Fuck," he hissed, having stepped on the corner of the top of a beer bottle. The jagged edges crushed into the flesh of his foot as he got up, kicking the metal piece away from him.

Things were miserable; that much he could admit. Not even the promise of a smooth high made his body light up with excitement anymore. He didn't get the same draft from going out and getting messed up with his actor buddies, all of whom he knew didn't like him all that much. But he had always said, "Being around people makes you look more approachable, even if you hate their guts."

Looking down to his phone once more, he shuffled out of his room and kicked at the random clothes that littered his floors, not caring too much about the pigsty he had lived in for the last few weeks. He realized in the haze that you had been tasked with cleaning these messes for him in the past. If you hadn't done what you had around the house, he would have been living in disrepair, unless he had purchased a cleaning service. But that was neither here nor there. The walk to his kitchen was long, mainly because Dieter refused to turn on the lights. He only used his phone to light the way, and even then, he couldn't be bothered to turn the brightness higher than the 50% it had been on all day. He mumbled something to himself about his eyes being adjusted to the dark, as though anyone was listening to him.

Dieter 1:02 am: I’m sorry.

"Fucking-," he nearly shouted, his hand gripping his phone as he looked at the messages he had sent over the last two weeks. All of them said the same thing: "I'm sorry," but this one was different. All of the other ones went through, their blue text box taunting him as he stared at the screen, the last one sent green. You had blocked him, finally. He assumed that it was time, considering how badly everything had ended, but he still hadn't really expected you to do it. You never had in the past, even when his words had venom dripping from them, a coke-induced anger, sharp daggers sent your way, just to see you squirm, just to see you cry, to see you beg him to stay in his life because at the end of the day; he loved to feel wanted, to feel needed, and he knew no other way than to make you suffer in order to prove to him that you cared. This time, he had gone too far.

The cost of hubris didn't fall on deaf ears when it came to Dieter, even when it was clear that he wasn't thinking about anyone else but himself. Concerns voiced to him were brushed off with a furrowed brow and a dismissive wave of his hand. It usually ended with some brief statement that he "would work on it" or he "would talk to you about it when he wasn't so messed up," but there was only so many times that excuse would work on anyone, and you had gone past your limit.

It had been an incredibly monotonous day that poured over into the evening. You and Dieter had both decided that staying in made more sense. Neither you nor him had the willpower to go out and avoid fans, prying eyes, or the tension that lingered between you. Or at least you couldn't. Dieter was another story, an enigma that found comfort in the silence you both shared. He held a clear "if you don't say, I won't ask" mentality, and it had kept things relaxed, mellow, and undisturbed, at least on his side.

You wouldn't be able to forget the moment when things had tipped over the edge. There wasn't a big fight, there wasn't a eureka moment that rolled upon you. Yet, the tea glass, for lack of a better metaphor, had broken months ago, and the shards that you consumed with every sip began to make swallowing and breathing difficult. Choking on your own blood silently, while Dieter lay next to you, none the wiser.

His arm had been wrapped around you, your head lazily placed upon his chest. The shirt he had been wearing was wrinkled and creased, a result of his refusal to hang up his folded clothes. He smelled like brandy, a bit of mint, and whatever fragrance was laced into his hair gel. His fingers played with a loose thread on your jumper, one of his old favorites that he had gifted to you after your second date, insisting that it "looked better on you than it ever looked on me."

"I don't think this is working anymore," the words were nearly silent, tasted bitter on your tongue as you continued to lay on his chest. His breathing halted, and his fingers stopped their soothing moves on your arm as he took in your words. He had heard you, and he felt the deep ache in his stomach, as though you had dug your fingers into his chest, pressing past the delicate fibers of the muscles between his ribs, ripping out every last bit of him, despite not moving from your spot.

The Dieter that you had originally met was a spitfire, never taking much seriously, not having any plans for his future outside of what drugs he was going to take at his next party or what country he was going to go to next to star in another forgettable movie. Now, things had gotten better, but the desire to fix this broken man had begun to lose its luster once the honeymoon period had worn off, and all that was left was both of you, not moving, yet gripping each other's wrists as though you two would melt if someone walked away.

You had prided yourself on your strength, and Dieter had too. Despite his shortcomings, he hadn't expected you to leave. He would have bet every last dollar that you wouldn't have left him, that you couldn't because you had promised to stay by his side and love him like he hadn't been loved before. He had always been insecure about his place in the world, despite putting up a bravado and an air of being untouchable. Still, you had instilled in him that he wasn't more broken and less deserving of love, and he had believed that your love would fix him, forgetting that it wasn't only his cup that needed to be filled, but yours as well.

You had devoted your time to making him happy, and he did his best to do the same for you, for a while. Until he got used to you being around, until he got too numb to all that you did for him. It hadn't been intentional, but when filming got hard, when he felt overwhelmed, when the drugs didn't fill his chest like they used to, he blanked out and took and took from you, never thinking about how eventually your cup would run dry while his overflowed.

He said nothing that night. He didn't beg you to stay, he didn't make false promises that he would change, as he had so many times before. No, he knew that all he could do was hold you close, inhaling your scent, and asking if you could stay for the night.

You agreed.

[double-detonation]

Double Detonation Chapter 3

Having graduated from preschool several years ago, Katsuki and I are now fourteen. Our relationship has grown far beyond what I thought possible. Even though he can be an asshole sometimes, I love him more than anything. I had tried my hardest for him and Midoriya to get along but he still hates his guts. I could never understand why, but I won’t force them to be friends if it just doesn’t work. However, he doesn't even think about fighting Izuku in front of me. In junior high, we didn't get put in the same classroom since we are twins. Which doesn't really make sense because we are not identical twins. That didn't stop me from kicking the door down if I heard he was causing trouble. I think I almost broke his jaw once when I found out that he burned Midoriya badly enough that it left him with a first-degree burn. I wouldn't have even known if Izuku didn't come and tell me. To think that Katsuki is the older twin and he acts like an immature child half of the time. 

When my brother brought up the topic of attending UA, he asked if I would be joining him. I had to do some serious thinking after that. I wasn't sure if I truly wanted to aim to be a hero. I know that is the whole point of the Anime but the idea of fighting for my life and others was kind of terrifying. However, Katsuki wouldn't take no for an answer. He said I had great potential and shouldn't waste it on being uncertain. “You always stick up for that worthless Deku, you'd be fine.” Yeah- standing up against a bully is EXTREMELY different than fighting a full-on fucking villain.

Right now we are in our backyard throwing punches at each other. Mom and Dad are currently out on a date so we thought we would do some practice while they’re gone. Ever since my brother announced he wanted to be a hero, I was dragged by him to help him train our quirks. I didn’t really want to at the start but Katsuki said that if anyone was going to train with him, it might as well be me since I’m the only person he can stand being with for hours on end. I grunted as I backed away a couple of feet from him as he shot a large explosion my way. Since we have similar quirks, we have been trying to bounce ideas off of each other when it comes to ways of using them. The main difference between us is that I can use my quirk in my hands and feet, while he can only use his hands. In a burst of energy at the bottom of my feet, I launch myself over Katsuki, holding a hand out, aiming another blast at him. He saw it coming and twisted himself to face me, blocking my hit with his own, bouncing me backward onto my ass.

“You really need to work on using your feet more,” Katsuki said as he offered his hand to me. I gratefully took it and he helped me up. “I know you can move faster than that if you just tried harder.”

I groaned loudly. “Yeah, but it's not exactly easy. You're more gifted at your quirk than I am.”

“That's some bullshit. It's just because I practice a lot more than you do.” He said as he concentrated a small blast in his right palm. “If I'm going to be the number one hero, I need to train like one.” 

“Yeah yeah, I know,” I grumbled, rolling my eyes at him. I clench my fists to the side. I have never been as good as my brother when it came to power. He got his quirk earlier than I did and is fully focused on his goals. I could never get my head around how quirks work. Half the time I used mine, my limbs would ache like they wanted to fall off. I don’t know if that is normal since I’m using explosions or if it’s just one of the drawbacks of my quirk. He didn’t seem to have the same issue, or if he does, he doesn’t show it.

Katsuki looks over and gives me a small smile. “Besides, if you want to be by my side in the hero course of UA, you will need to learn how to use your quirk to the fullest. Even if you don't like the idea of that, I know you can do it.”

I stare up at him with wet eyes. Katsuki isn't always like this but when he does, it always seems to catch me off guard. Fuck, I love him sometimes. I rushed forward and embraced him in a tight hug.

“Oi, get the hell off me!” He shouts, pushing me off of him. “You fucking stink!” I gasped, pulling away from him, and giving him a smack across his shoulder.

“Hey! It's not like you smell like a bed of roses either ‘Suki!”

“Whatever.” He grumbles, stuffing his hands in his pocket before making his way inside. I shake my head and follow him. 

“I'm gonna take a shower bro, call me if you need anything,” I said, passing him to go to the bathroom. As I pass I see his devilish smirk. “What…?” I looked at him confused. He then takes off in a sprint leaving me stunned. I realized where he was going and screeched. I ran after him but he made it to the bathroom first, slamming and locking the door behind him.

“KATSUKI BAKUGOU!” I shouted, pulling roughly on the door knob.

“What old hag?!” He shouted back through the door. “I got here first, you are going to have to wait!”

The front door of the house opened with Mom and Dad walking in with small smiles but stopped at the door when they heard their daughter cussing, and hitting a door.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT, ONCE YOU GET OUT HERE YOU'RE DEAD!”

The parents looked at each other, sweat dripping at the scene. Masaru looks at his wife. “Should we just…walk out and pretend we aren't home yet.” He suggests. Mitsuki deadpans and walks back outside without a word. “I'll take that as a yes.” He chuckles and walks out, closing the door behind him.

Hearing the bell ring, signaling that school is over for today. I get up from my seat, swinging my backpack over my shoulders, and start walking out. Thank fucking god, any longer and I think I would have gone crazy. I sighed as I walked down the hall towards my brother's classroom. I usually try to meet up with him there so we can walk home together, but this time, I think I’ve heard something I probably wasn’t meant to. “You know, if you wanted to be a hero that badly. There actually might be another way. Just pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in the next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building.“ I heard my brother’s condescending voice through the door laughing mockingly. I swear I think I saw fucking red. The eyebrows on my forehead furrowed downward as I stood at the entrance of the door with a large scowl. Seeing the door open I made a low growling sound. Katsuki proceeded to bump into me as he tried walking out.

“Who the fuck!” My brother said, rubbing his face. His friend’s eyes widen at the sight of me. “Oh shit!” The gray-haired one whisper-shouted and they both darted down the hallway together. He looked up, confused as to why his friends ran out, seemingly with fear in one of their voices. His face pales, as he starts to realize that he just fucked up.

I look past him to spot a shaking Midoriya with tears in his eyes. The smile on my face was fakely sweet as I called out to him. “Oh, hello Izuku. That's okay, you can leave first!” I said as I grabbed Katsuki by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back inside the classroom, and giving him enough space between us and the door. Midoriya looks between us with a worried gaze. He grabbed his bag before slowly walking out, not before glancing back at me before fully leaving. I stood there for a few more moments, making sure he was gone before glaring at my brother.

“What the FUCK do you think you're doing, saying shit like that!” I screamed, smacking him roughly across the head.

Katsuki hissed, reaching to rub the spot with one of his hands. “What are you talking about, I said nothing.”

I smacked him again. “Don’t try to gaslight me! What gives you the right to say that to Izuku, let alone anyone? I know you don’t like Midoriya, but you can’t just tell someone to go off themselves!”

“You wouldn’t fucking understand,” Katsuki grumbles, stuffing his hands inside his pockets, and starts to walk into the hallway. “Then make me understand!” I shouted back. Katsuki paused and then turned to face me with a hard glare. “He needs to understand he can not become a fucking hero, that’s why I’m doing it.”

“That’s not a reason for abusing him like how you have been Katsuki! Besides, Izuku can become a hero if he tries hard enough, isn’t that what you always tell me!”

“THATS THE REASON WHY I DO IT!” He shouts, putting his hands in his hair, and pulling on it slightly. “Because I know he could make it as a hero if he tried hard enough, but I’m trying to fucking scare him out of it! I know you wouldn’t get it because you fucking baby the bastard every time!”

I paused, looking conflicted. He believes Midoriya can become a hero? Then why even do this? “I don’t understand…If you think that way, then why try to stop him from accomplishing his dreams?” I asked.

Katsuki sighed. “Because, if he somehow becomes a hero, with him being quirkless, it’s only a matter of time before he nerd gets himself killed.” He says as he starts walking, and I follow him closely beside him. “It’s unfair, but it’s true…and I don’t want that to happen.” He finishes as we continue to walk in silence.

Katsuki and I are walking through an alleyway, a shortcut that we usually take. It’s faster than following the streets, plus it’s less crowded. We haven’t spoken since we left the classroom. I sighed as I kicked a plastic bottle with my quirk, causing some green gunk inside of it. Gross I think I burnt whatever was inside. “You don’t hate me, right?” Katsuki asks quietly. I looked at him surprised. “No, you make me angry sometimes, but I could never hate you. Why would you think I’d hate you?” I asked. He shrugs his shoulders at me. “Just making sure…” I shake my head before freezing in place. A large glob-shaped shadow appears over us, making us look at who is making it. Our eyes widened in fear at the sight.

“Perfect! I love a meat sack with some fire! The creature said before rushing forward to me. Katsuki screams my name, pushing me roughly out of the way, getting caught in the sludge instead. “KATSUKI!” I screamed as the villain left with my brother. I followed them closely with my quirk as the villain left a path of destruction. I leap forward, ready to let out a blast before I get tugged back by a thick branch.

“NO!” I shouted, smacking at whatever grabbed me. “Let go of me you bastard!” The hero, Kamui Woods kept me in place. “Don't even think about it kid, let the pros handle this!” He shouted as a larger hero with white arms rushed in and smashed the slime with zero effect. “W-what is this stuff! I can't grab a hold of it!” He said before a sludge arm came out and slapped him away.

I struggle in Kamui's hold. “Let me go! Please! He has my fucking brother!” I shouted, making a small explosion trying to knock him away from me. He looked shocked and turned to the other heroes. “That thing has a kid hostage!”

The heroes looked around. “Shit! None of us have the right quirk for this! The kid is going to have to wait until someone with the right quirk comes along!”

The pain of watching my brother struggling in the hands of a villain is something I forgot that could happen. Fuck this is all my fault, I forgot that sludge fucker existed!’ I cried to myself. A green blob passed me, making me lift up my head. Midoriya!

Midoriya throws his yellow backpack at the monster, hitting him in the eye, making him loosen his hold slightly on my brother. My eyes widen as he gasps for air. “That's fucking it, let go of me you fucking twig!” I shouted, blasting a large explosion at him, making him release me. I was about to charge in myself before someone shouted, “DETROIT SMASH!” Blasting the villain away. I ran into the scene to catch my brother.

“KATSUKI!” I cried out.