#they’re both people she loves dearly and she wants both of them close to her in her life

[rinskazuu]

love me like you do ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

synopsis. ꨄ︎ hsr characters and their voice lines about you as their lover!

characters: ꨄ︎ gn!reader x gepard, sunday (written at the time of 2.5), dr ratio, acheron, black swan, aventurine, jing yuan (separately)

cw: ꨄ︎ established relationship, use of they/them pronouns, use of pet names (beloved, darling, love), implied that reader has the same/relative lifespan as jing yuan, FLUFF :D

notes: ꨄ︎ continuation (more like a spin off) of my genshin lover voice lines lol (it has god awful writing and punctuation. proceed with caution). warning: i accidentally (it really was an accident) turned them into d1 yappers, mb y'all.

GEPARD

about: [name]

“so, you’ve sought me out during my busy schedule to talk about [name]…? i will indulge you just this once, considering they are my lover. what is it that you want to know? ah, before you begin, i must remind you that although you and i are good friends, i won’t tolerate anyone trying to take them from me. otherwise, i will have to resort to methods i wouldn’t normally use.”

chat: family

“you’ve heard of my close relationship with my sisters? yes, i hold them in my heart dearly. the only downside of our relationships is that they tend to nag me about [name] a lot. lynx is always trying to steal them from me under the pretext of help for her next adventure, but i know she loves them almost as much as i do. serval, being the true older sister she is, always scolds me for not taking better care of [name]. i understand her perspective but my schedule is draining, even for me.”

chat: art

“ahem, i would prefer if you didn’t bring up my skills in art, or lack thereof. please, enough with the teasing. you remind me of [name] when they first saw my so-called wanted posters. as i recall, they keeled over, arms clutching their stomach from laughter. i’ve never suffered a bout of embarrassment as bad before. so you’ve seen them too…? please spare me the humiliation.”

chat: flowers

“lynx’s dangerous journeys in the cold can also result in wondrous things, such as the flowers she brings home for serval and i to grow. i admit growing these things are difficult to say the least but i do do my best to raise them until they’re ready to be sent off—to [name] more specifically. i just can’t figure out how to get them to not wither. trailblazer, do you have any experience growing plants?”

chat: duties

“i do rather enjoy my job as the captain of the silvermane guards. i cherish and honor the responsibility, however, the hours are brutal. my constant thoughts all revolve around [name]. thinking about them, but not being able to be in their presence, feeling their touch, or just as simple as seeing them is torture in itself. nonetheless, the citizens of belobog need me—more importantly, [name] needs the protections i offer, and for that, i will pay the price diligently.”

♡

SUNDAY

about: [name]

"most handsome man in penacony? yes, i've heard that before. i'm flattered, but everybody in this universe should know my heart is already taken. you're surprised i have a lover, why is that? as you've said, i am the most handsome on this planet."

chat: jealousy

"jealous? what nonsense has gotten into you? is it that gambler or perhaps his accomplice, the doctor? i should not be surprised they display such impertinence, seeing as that gambler always tests his luck. the doctor should recheck his qualifications and his ego at that. wanting things they could never get. such foolishness i cannot comprehend. are you interested in [name], too? i won't hesitate to oppose you, regardless of our friendship."

chat: power

"the power i hold comes with such responsibility, naturally. i shouldn't be deceitful; i enjoy being in a position of authority. but then again, who doesn't? the only downside is my constant worry for [name] and robin's safety. should a day come where either or both are in harm's way, i will not resist in acting on my power. i have high hopes that the people of penacony should not resort to violence against my beloved nor my dear sister."

chat: dreams

"it shouldn't come as a surprise that the dreamscape is nothing new to me, seeing as i hold the responsibility of the safety and entertainment of many in my hands. oh, did you not mean the dreamscape? hmm... my dreams often carry beautiful memories of my beloved. [name] appears equally as comforting as they do in the realm of reality. all entities and beings cease to exist when i am within their presence."

chat: problems

"is something troubling you? inner demons... yes, i'm rather familiar with them. such a world without personal problems is so close, yet so far out of reach. if it is advice you seek, i suggest maybe confiding in a close friend or better yet a lover. sometimes it feels as if my very being is precarious, within the bounds of falling apart, but all is well when [name] is with me. they soothe my demons, hushing them as if they were never there to begin with. i am subjected to this... forlornly feeling whenever they aren't near."

♡

DR RATIO

about: [name]

"you speak in high regard of my lover i see. as expected; [name] has that effect. one where they attract all kinds of people, that of which unfortunately includes those who are reduced to stupidity. why are you surprised my beloved is someone like me? are you implying i would ever associate myself with an idiot? here i thought you were aware of my character. no matter, i'll let it slide because you are not prone to foolishness. should you make another mistake, i'm afraid i'll have to distance myself..."

chat: intelligence

"what makes a genius versus an idiot, i often find myself pondering. it certainly isn't the knowledge you gain because then again, an idiot cannot comprehend idiocy but can acknowledge the subject of math. it is the unlimited creativity in oneself and their intellectual ability. a prime example of brilliance is none other than my lover, [name]. their originality and innovation is something to admire, truly."

chat: free time

"solving equations with my lover is something i cherish. their tenacious behavior certainly puts up a challenge for me and i would ask for no other way to spend my time. books and bathtubs suffice as well, i suppose."

chat: nuisance

"to think i was enjoying my time when you just had to bring up the gambler. that nefarious man knows no bounds. i was very well aware of the way he was eyeing [name]. as if that man can even make sense of their beautiful being and mind. i've had enough. if you could make your exit, i would be the utmost grateful."

chat: bonds

"i find it rather difficult to... connect with others because there is no shortage of stupid people in this world. if i were to pick, i'd spend the rest of my time with [name] but that's already a given. i suppose you'd make a decent second option. blushing? hmph. be serious, that act is not even in my vocabulary."

♡

ACHERON

about: [name]

"on my journey throughout the cosmos, my encounters with others were never necessarily nuisances. rather, they were precious. but just like all moments in life, they are only a distant past; too far out of reach, too far out of my mind. the same cannot be said about [name]. for every minute i spend with them, i will fight to remember what it is i truly cherish in this world."

chat: memories

"it is true that my memories fade, much like the rain; very visible in the moment, but as days pass it will unite on the ground, vanishing before it is forgotten. however, the importance of rain is akin to my feelings toward my lover. it may one day be a mere bygone, but the feeling will never wane."

weather: rain

"like all little things in life, [name] finds it all fascinating. i cannot share their enthusiasm, but i do share a bit of their contentment when it comes to the weather. as the skies darken, it can form a shroud of fear toward one, yet comfort for another. the little droplets creating rivulets of water on the ground. so insignificant, yet so beautiful, the latter a lot like my lover."

chat: company

"no matter the reason, all travelers in this world are alike, their own purposes driving them to each and every corner of this cosmos. i am glad i do not have to suffer my fate alone, for it is not entirely filled with hardships. [name] is not just my lover, but my companion and it fills me with joy beyond my understanding that they will withstand any storm by my side."

weather: lightning

"a bold and bright strike in the sky, severing it ever so slightly. it is beautiful and brief, yet so powerful. i like to think the fondness i show [name] is much like lightning. i believe actions hold a larger importance than conversation, but for my lover, my words are endless."

♡

BLACK SWAN

about: [name]

"is it without a doubt my most radiant memories are with none other than my love. so, you've met [name]. by your expression, i take it that they are just as dazzling as i'm proposing. would you humbly allow me to capture your memories with them? i can assure you it's all in good's name; after all, i must oblige by my lover's safety. i wish you could see your appearance. i apologize for the scare, it's all meant to be humorous."

chat: memories

"as a memokeeper, it shouldn't be a surprise that i enter many minds. some minds are putrid; the memories i see are only vile acts of selfishness or egocentrism. others are broken, hard to explore and understand. there are minds which contain honorable deeds and acts of heroism, such as yourself. [name], however, their mind is brilliant. i could exhaust you for the rest of time just by simply sharing what i've learned from my lover, but the term brilliant should suffice. hmm? well, of course. i only entered their mind with their authorization."

chat: time well spent

"memories are integrated in my very being. even this body is merely a vessel only to serve my purpose. one day, the inevitable will come and we will all cease to exist. perhaps on the path there i will outlive my lover. in other rare cases, they may live on without me. memories are eternal and we shall all live on in the reminder of what once was."

chat: fate

"do you believe in fate, trailblazer? it is one of, if not the only, inescapable pieces of this world. what is to come is predestined. it is within my comprehension that [name] and i were bound to happen. the lights of destiny shine at me once again."

chat: time

"like the past and present, the future will hold many resplendent tales. i look forward to the stories [name] and i will share. whether it inspires a romantic and grand story or a simple poem, i will continue to dance with them until the stars begin to grow dimmer and dimmer."

♡

AVENTURINE

about: [name]

"my interactions are always based on transactions, but there's more to [name] than what meets the eye. i admit, our relationship started as a one time self-indulgent on my part, but as usual, i only invest in deals that pay off. don't bother trying to steal my darling. i mean, if you wish to do so, you can try, but remember i'm the lucky one here."

chat: luck

"i've never doubted my luck. it's as simple as it sounds—everything requires strategies and planning, even if it boils down to fate and luck, and who am i if i'm not lucky? my most treasured possession is none other than my beloved, of course. no game or bet could satiate my desires as they do."

chat: chips and gambles

"each chip has a different value, as does a person. the highest chip of profit are those who are beneficial. again, everything requires planning, but sometimes i like to revel in making a simple wager. you are easily a valuable chip, hence our cordial relationship. naturally, there are worthless ones and then there are priceless, one-in-a-million ones. my darling effortlessly tops the list."

chat: schemes

"you call it a scheme, i like to call it a master plan. with my bets, chips, my pawns in one place, and fate smiling upon me, it's hard not to win. it's as i say; the best plan is the smartest plan. how else do you think i have my lovely [name] by my side?"

chat: wins and losses

"my greatest loss was one you've heard before. i have no interest in repeating it, but i'm sure you remember what happened to my home planet. as for my wins? i've got plenty. you seem indifferent to hearing them, so i'll give you an easy answer: [name]. my greatest treasure and win is my lover. why are you surprised? high rewards always follow high risks, and they are no exception."

♡

JING YUAN

about: [name]

"the xianzhou species and natives, as you know, have longer life spans. the things we see from our day to day life often begins to blur. rather, more accurately, it begins to mesh with the background. it becomes, dare i say, mundane and dull. however, it amazes me how i still love life with [name] as my lifelong companion. my lover, who's been with me for centuries, makes my days and nights much more livelier."

chat: bonds

"yanqing is my disciple and subordinate. at his young age, he shows many promising features and skills. it is a shame that although he may be an excellent swordsman and lieutenant, his behavior often reminds me that he still a child. what warms my heart is his attachment and endearment to [name]. with my duties, i am often in the seat of divine foresight, so i cannot entertain either of them when i mostly yearn for it. i am filled with glee knowing [name] is there to care for him, and likewise."

chat: a day of work

"it is without a doubt that my work is utterly boring. it is not to say i don't love my home planet, but the work i do on a normal day to day basis is... tedious. early mornings transition into the peak of the day where it then drags into the long, wee hours of the night. thankfully, i have my beloved, [name], to amuse me. sometimes, they'll sneak off in the middle of work just to come see me, which delights me to no end. i'm fortunate to be able to see their lovely face first thing in the morning."

chat: worry

"i, as one of the arbiter-generals, have a lot to worry about regarding the luofu and the planet as a whole. there is chaos to be dispelled, questions to be answered, and a seemingly endless amount of help to be distributed. hmm? you were asking about my personal worries. well, there was a time where i was just a cloud knight, coming home when the sun was long gone with bruises etched into my skin and blood littering my armor. my greatest worry is having to see the fearful look on [name]'s face again, frightened for my safety."

chat: associations

"long gone with the wind were my old comrades and friends. like the sun sets, it's natural for more winds to blow my way. come new adventures, i will pursue new companions. one i will clutch onto for the rest of my days is [name], the most precious of them all. it goes without saying that they are whom i treasure the most, who i seek in my darkest moments, who i confide in my happiest moments with, and who i share my every being with."

end notes: ꨄ︎ i was going to include luocha, but my brain juice ran out. i typically listen to their EN voice lines on youtube (even if i have them) before figuring out what to type to get a better grasp on their canon personality, but uhm luocha was too vague as is. plus, we don't really know much about him (still love him)

[sassasafreeaction]

It’s time to talk about the Laudanum Lesbians, Elspeth and Wee Morag. Right away, it’s pretty obvious that you’re supposed to draw parallels between them and Aziraphale and Crowley. When the viewer first meets Elspeth, we get this gruff girl who threatens the two of them and is established to be doing something “morally wrong”. Life hasn’t been kind to her, and she clearly doesn’t trust people. To really drive it home, she and Crowley are on the exact same page while they’re talking to Aziraphale and wheeling the body to the alley. 

Then we meet Wee Morag, and it becomes apparent that every decision that Elspeth makes is to better their life together. She offers Wee Morag food (which is something our favorite demon is wont to do for his partner) and specifically oversells it as something fancier than it actually is. Wee Morag calls her an angel. It’s meant to be a little tongue and cheek since it’s in the presence of a literal angel, but it also serves as a way to show that while Elspeth may not be a Good person, that she at least cares about the person close to her.

Now for Wee Morag at this moment, we don’t get much from her aside from her obviously being the moral compass out of the two of them. She tells Elspeth that she's going to Hell literally two seconds after referring to her as an angel. The more important part of this interaction I would argue is Aziraphale’s response to Wee Morag. Some part of him recognizes a kindred spirit in her. He takes off his hat in a show of sincerity and says that it was lovely to meet her. This is important for later in the episode.

After they fail to sell the body, all three of them end up back in the alley with Wee Morag. Elspeth is again choosing to not trust Aziraphale despite his change of heart to do what he now knows is actually a good thing. Wee Morag starts off on the fence, worried about those souls that won’t get into Heaven. Elspeth tells her that she promised to help, and through everyone’s various methods of convincing (tempting may even be the better word as there is a demon sitting next to her when she agrees), Wee Morag says that she’ll do it because that’s what friends do. Regardless, she’s now had her change of heart. Although I would say hers is more driven by the same thing that drives Aziraphale to help with the Antichrist. It is fundamentally for her and Elspeth’s benefit, not the Greater Good per say, but she needs that reframing of doing the moral thing of upholding her promises and potentially helping people.

In the graveyard, Elspeth does all of the hardwork and Wee Morag holds the light both to assist how Elspeth sees, but also likely to help her keep watch. She’s filling a guardian role for Elspeth. Later when Elspeth sells her body, she even says “She only wanted to look after me.” Upon seeing the actual body (a priest’s body no less), Wee Morag realizes with horror what they’re doing - the potential moral ramifications stare her in the face. She ends up caught in the crossfire of a gun, and she dies for it.

Originally, I thought that Wee Morag’s death sets Crowley up to worry about what might potentially happen to Aziraphale in the future. In a way, I still think it does. She was the Good character helping the Bad character, and she pays dearly for it. His line “It’s a bit different when it’s someone you know, isn’t it?” while pointed at Aziraphale can be felt by everyone in the room. Elspeth has been dealing with death this whole episode, but her whole life is turned on its head when her ‘pal’ dies. Crowley recognizes that it’s the knowing part that actually causes something to hurt. (It’s one of the reasons why he doesn’t have many human friends. He does have a friend though, and it would absolutely gut him to lose him.)

The episode isn’t over though. We still have to watch someone else pay for stepping over the imaginary boundary of Good and Evil, except rather than it being Aziraphale, it’s Crowley. Like Wee Morag, he steps out of his usual role and helps Elspeth, and for that, he pays dearly. He gets dragged off to Hell to have whatever Demons do instead of a rude note done to him. After everything that’s happened, it’s no wonder why you get that panicked shout of “Crowley” from Aziraphale. They just watched the worst case scenario happen for people like them. 

Also as another quick fun aside, both sets of characters are bound by something that allows them to not be able to carry out their actual dreams and goals. Elspeth and Wee Morag were bound by poverty while Aziraphale and Crowley are bound by their respective Head Offices.

[sabrinasopposite]

cruelest summer ☀️

charlie baker x reader (enemies to lover)

summary of the cruelest summer;

☀️ the baker boys were forced to go to summer camp. charlie knew this tradition would continue, but he wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to go. he would have much preferred to stay in midland and and try to work things out with beth. yet tom insisted.

as soon as the baker boys arrived at the summer camp, chaos ensued. it was typical for the bakers' arrival, and charlie had to get things under control — though it was hard to focus with his old childhood crush working at the camp as a counselor. ☀️

"No—end of discussion," Tom said as he walked down the stairs of the big house where the Bakers were currently living. The family had slowly adjusted to their new surroundings in Chicago. It had been difficult for each of the Bakers, but somehow, they made it work. 

Yet for Charlie, it was still hard being so far from Beth. They hadn’t broken up—not yet. 

That’s what Charlie hoped, though Beth seemed to see things differently. It was difficult for both of them, not being able to see each other and share kisses on the lips and cheeks. Now they had to wait until every second weekend just to be together. For Beth, it was tough, but Charlie tried at every opportunity to be in Midland. He loved her dearly, but maybe that wasn’t enough.

“But Dad, I wanted to visit Beth. It doesn’t make sense to go to this stupid camp every year,” Charlie protested as he followed Tom.

“Charlie, I know you’re upset about it, but it’s a tradition. Your grandpa always took me to that camp every summer, and I loved it.”

“You stopped going to that camp when you were 15. I’m 17, and it doesn’t make any sense,” Charlie scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Charlie, it’s not going to change my mind. Now go pack your stuff.” Tom entered the kitchen—or more accurately, the chaos.

“But why are Nigel and Kyle staying home?” Charlie wasn’t about to let that slide. He searched for any excuse not to go to the camp, but it seemed like he was constantly losing the battle.

“Your mother and I thought they’d go next year. They’re still too young for it.” Tom shrugged as he cleaned the mess on the kitchen counters.

“That’s okay? But I have to go? Come on, Dad—”

“Charlie.” Tom’s voice raised a little more than usual, and that’s when Charlie knew there was no changing his mind. Furious, Charlie shook his head and headed to his bedroom to pack.

If it were just one week, Charlie could have dealt with it. But three weeks? That was off-limits. It wasn’t that he hated summer camp—it was fun. When he thought back to previous summers, he remembered being one of the most mischievous kids there. He pulled pranks on the counselors, snuck out to the lake, played truth or dare with the girls, and made out in the tents until a counselor threw water inside. Most importantly, though, he always teased a girl who made his heart race—Y/N Y/L/N.

Y/N and Charlie were the definition of chaos. People said the Bakers were the perfect example of it, but they hadn’t seen Y/N and Charlie together.

Sometimes, Charlie teased Y/N so much that she once stuck a gooey marshmallow in his hair.

Another time, Charlie pushed Y/N into a bush full of bugs.

Then there was the night Y/N snuck into his cabin in the middle of the night and put makeup on his sleeping face.

Or the time when he was dared to kiss Y/N in the tent while she had her eyes closed.

Ever since that summer before high school, they hadn’t seen each other. For some reason, Y/N never returned to camp, and Charlie still thought about that kiss. Maybe it was the reason she never came back.

But she didn’t know it was Charlie—that’s what he told himself.

Henry knocked on Charlie's door and peeked his head inside. "Did you convince Dad?"

"Does it look like it? If I had, I'd already be gone—maybe even throwing a big party," Charlie chuckled, though disappointment tinged his voice.

"Man….I was hoping he’d change his mind this year. I mean, even I get bored," Henry sighed.

"I'm sorry, H, but let’s make the best of it." Charlie walked over and ruffled Henry’s hair affectionately.

☀️

The next day was pure chaos. Everyone was running around the house while Tom packed up all the boys' belongings.

"Jake, you can't take your skateboard with you. You know that," Tom said.

"It's me with the skateboard or nothing," Jake replied, raising both hands in protest. Tom sighed and placed the skateboard in the car.

Charlie adjusted his cap and took one last look at his message to Beth, who still hadn’t replied. She was upset that Charlie couldn’t make it to Midland, and she had every right to be. But at the very least, she could have texted "I love you" back.

Kate walked over to Charlie and patted him on the back. "Are you alright, Charlie?"

"Do I look alright?" he snapped, then sighed. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"I understand you're grumpy about it, but believe me, it’ll be fun! Maybe this time you can join the counselor group instead of pulling pranks on them," Kate suggested, looking at her son, who managed a small smile.

"Don’t worry, Jake has studied my pranks—I’m sure they’ll be fine."

"Please, do me a favor and keep them under control," Kate said, giving Charlie a concerned look. "...I promise."

"Okay, now let’s get to the car. We need to say goodbye to you guys!" Kate smiled. 

The ride to camp wasn’t very long. Tom kept talking about his funny moments at camp to try and keep the boys excited, but they all wore the same uninterested expression—except for Mark, who was thrilled. He loved nature, especially the animals, and he was excited to reunite with his old friends who joined the summer camp every year. The thought of group activities in nature filled him with joy.

Charlie stared out the window, watching as the scenery blurred past. Everything looked the same. He had hoped there might be something different this time, but it was all exactly as he remembered—the same trees, the same signs, the same winding road to the camp.

By the time they arrived, it was 3 p.m. Tom had been chatting the whole time with Derek, the camp’s owner. They had met at the camp when they were younger, and now Derek was running the place.

The boys grabbed their bags from the car. The camp buzzed with energy as kids and counselors moved around, unloading luggage and searching for their assigned cabins. Mark eagerly rushed ahead, already spotting some of his friends. Jake and Henry dragged their bags behind them, looking less enthusiastic but still chatting about what they might do first.

Charlie, however, moved slowly, his bag slung over his shoulder. He wasn’t in a rush. As the others searched for their cabin assignments, Derek approached him with a smile. "Charlie! Good to see you again," Derek said, clapping him on the back. "I’ve got something special for you this year. You’ll be in your own room—kind of a reward for being one of the older kids now. You’ll have a bit of privacy."

Charlie forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, thanks," he mumbled. Derek seemed proud of the gesture, but Charlie didn’t share his enthusiasm. His own room sounded like more isolation, not a reward. He glanced around at the other kids already settling into their shared cabins, laughing and joking with their friends.

It didn’t feel special to him—it just felt lonely.

"Derek, is there a possibility that Charlie could maybe work here as a counselor? Maybe organizing sports?" Tom asked with enthusiasm, catching Charlie's attention. Work with kids? Sure, he could handle his siblings, but spending the summer interacting with other kids wasn’t exactly on his bucket list.

"Dad—" Charlie began, but Derek cut him off.

"That's not a bad idea. Actually, I just got a call that one of our counselors couldn’t make it—he wanted to visit his boyfriend in Texas. You know how long-distance relationships go," Derek explained casually, while Charlie shot a pissed glance at Tom.

Derek clearly understood what the camp counselors needed. Why couldn’t Tom see that this wasn’t something Charlie wanted?

"If you’re up for it, Charlie, you could take that spot. It’s not too much work, and hey, you'd get paid $20 an hour," Derek added with a grin.

Charlie’s mood shifted slightly at the mention of money. Maybe that could save the summer after all. If he saved up, he could visit Beth sooner than planned.

"Alright, fine. I’ll do it," Charlie finally agreed, his voice lacking excitement but at least sounding resigned.

Tom’s face lit up with approval. "That’s the spirit, son! You’ll do great," he said, patting Charlie on the back. "Well, I better head out. Keep an eye on your brothers, and try to have some fun, alright?"

Charlie nodded and gave a quick goodbye to his dad, watching as Tom got back in the car and drove off. As soon as the car disappeared down the dirt road, Derek turned to him with a more relaxed smile.

"Glad you’re on board, Charlie. You know, the counselors this year are much younger—most of them are around your age, so I’m sure you’ll bond with them pretty easily. They’re a fun group," Derek said.

Charlie raised an eyebrow, unsure if that would really make a difference. He wasn’t here to make friends, but at least he wouldn’t be surrounded by people way older than him. Maybe, just maybe, the summer wouldn't be a total disaster after all.

"Yeah, we’ll see," Charlie muttered, grabbing his bag.

☀️

After settling into his cabin, Charlie tossed his bag onto the bed and took a deep breath. The room was basic but comfortable enough—just a bed, a small dresser, and a window that looked out onto the campgrounds.

Once he was done unpacking, Charlie decided to head out and explore his surroundings. The camp looked just as he remembered: the lake shimmering in the distance, canoes lined up by the dock, kids already running around, and counselors setting up activities. Nothing had changed, yet somehow, it felt different now that he was one of the staff.

As he wandered through the camp, he spotted a familiar sight—an art station, complete with easels and colorful paint splatters covering the ground. He hadn’t given much thought to it until he saw someone adjusting the easels. She was facing away from him, but something about her posture and the way her hair caught the breeze felt oddly familiar.

Then it clicked.

Y/N.

Y/N Y/L/N, the girl who used to challenge him at every turn, the one who teased him just as much as he teased her. The one he hadn't seen since that infamous summer before high school, when they shared that awkward but unforgettable kiss.

He was about to call out her name when she turned around. There she was, looking even better than he remembered. She had grown up in all the right ways—confident and sharp-eyed, with a smudge of blue paint on her cheek that made her look even more vibrant.

But when her eyes locked onto Charlie’s, her expression quickly shifted from neutral to something bordering on annoyance. It was as if all the memories of their past antics came flooding back.

"Well, if it isn’t Charlie Baker," Y/N said, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Here I was hoping my summer would be free of your brand of chaos."

Charlie blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Y/N? You’re a counselor here? For—" He glanced at the easels. "Art?"

"Yeah. Not that you'd know anything about it," she shot back, wiping the paint off her cheek with the back of her hand. "What’s your excuse this time? Did they finally run out of people to put up with your pranks, so now you're stuck with running the sports program?"

Charlie smirked, trying to maintain his cool, though her teasing stung. "Nah, just filling in for someone. But wow, Y/N, you haven’t changed a bit. Still packing that same fiery attitude."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, though a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "And you still have that same cocky grin. Must be exhausting to keep that up all these years."

Charlie chuckled, shaking his head. "I figured you might have mellowed out by now. Guess I was wrong."

"Disappointed?" she asked, arching a brow.

"Not really," Charlie admitted, though his eyes lingered on her a moment longer than he intended. If anything, he thought she looked better than ever, but he wasn’t about to let her know that. At least, not yet.

Y/N sighed dramatically, tossing a rag onto the art table. "Well, try not to make too much trouble this summer."

Charlie grinned. "Wouldn’t dream of it."

As Y/N turned back to the art table, Charlie couldn’t resist the urge to follow her. He sauntered over, hands in his pockets, and leaned casually against the table.

“So, Y/N,” Charlie began with a playful lilt, “where have you been hiding all these years? Haven’t seen you since that unforgettable summer before high school.”

Y/N didn’t look up from her work but let a sarcastic smile creep onto her face. “Oh, you know, just off having a blast and avoiding people like you. It’s been a full-time job.”

Charlie chuckled. “Avoiding me? Surely, I’m not that memorable.”

“Yeah, well, it’s amazing how quickly people forget the endless stream of pranks and trouble you caused,” Y/N shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’ve been busy with school like every normal high schooler.”

As she turned to grab more supplies, Charlie noticed the array of vibrant paints on the table. An idea sparked, and he grabbed a pot of red paint. With a mischievous grin, he gave it a quick shake and, with a flick of his wrist, let a splash of red land right on her shoulder.

The children around the art table burst into laughter, their amusement evident. Y/N froze, her eyes widening as she glanced down at the paint splotch. Slowly, she turned to face Charlie, who was struggling to hold back his laughter.

“Seriously?” Y/N said, her voice a mix of irritation and exasperation. 

Charlie’s grin widened. “Just thought I’d brighten up your day a bit. You know, you’re looking even more colorful now.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “And you’re still as charming as ever. Must be exhausting trying to stay that annoying.”

“Ah, come on. You know you missed me,” Charlie said with a wink. “Can’t let you forget about me that easily.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a reluctant smile. “I wish I could.”

Charlie laughed, feeling a rush of nostalgia mixed with excitement. As Y/N grabbed a rag to clean the paint off her shoulder, Charlie’s playful grin stayed in place. Maybe this summer would be more interesting than he’d thought, especially with Y/N around to keep him on his toes.

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Later that afternoon, Charlie found himself in the middle of a lively soccer game with a group of energetic boys. He was reveling in the game, showing off his skills and thoroughly enjoying himself. The boys cheered, their laughter echoing across the field as Charlie deftly maneuvered the ball.

Meanwhile, Y/N and a group of girls watched from the sidelines. They exchanged sly glances and whispered among themselves. ,,Okay girls, like we planned it out alright?” ,,why are we doing this again Y/N?” one of the girls asked Y/N with a giggle.

,,Cause we are independent women and we are better than them” ,,What does independent mean-“ ,,Be quiet Maya” Another girl snapped at Maya.

With a smirk, Y/N decided it was the perfect time for some well-deserved payback. She quickly gathered some flour and a water balloon launcher, and the girls readied their arsenal.

As Charlie focused on scoring yet another goal, Y/N signaled the girls to launch their surprise. Flour-filled balloons soared through the air and exploded over the soccer field, coating Charlie and the boys in a cloud of white powder.

“What the—?” Charlie’s shout was muffled as flour covered his face. He blinked through the haze, spotting Y/N and the girls hiding behind a tree, barely containing their laughter.

“Oh, look at that,” Y/N called out, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Charlie Baker, covered in flour. Who would’ve thought your soccer skills would include a new career as a walking pastry?”

Charlie, trying to wipe the flour from his eyes, shot her a playful glare. “Nice aim, Sweetheart. I see you’ve perfected the art of pastry warfare.”

The boys erupted into giggles, turning the prank into a full-blown flour fight. Charlie joined in, tossing flour back at the girls with a grin. “Guess you’re the reigning champion of the prank league now.”

Y/N smirked, hands on her hips as she surveyed the mess. “Just thought I’d give you a taste of your own medicine. You didn’t think I’d let you get away with that paint job, did you?”

Charlie laughed, shaking his head. “No, I guess I should’ve expected this. I’m impressed.”

Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. “Well, it’s not like you’re the only one who can dish it out. But don’t get too comfortable. I’m just getting started.”

As the flour fight reached its peak, with kids running around covered in powder and laughter filling the air, a stern voice cut through the chaos.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Counselor Mark stormed onto the field, his face a mixture of frustration and disbelief. 

Mark, known for his no-nonsense attitude, took in the scene of flour-covered kids and smirking counselors with a raised eyebrow. Charlie and Y/N, still covered in flour, stopped mid-throw and turned to face Mark. 

Charlie, his face smeared with white powder, tried to suppress a grin, while Y/N wiped a bit of flour from her cheek and put on a sheepish expression.

“Seriously, guys?” Mark said, his tone sharp. “This is not what we’re here for. I get that it’s all in good fun, but look at this mess.”

Charlie shrugged, still trying to keep his playful demeanor. “It was just a bit of fun, Mark. We were trying to keep the kids entertained.”

Mark’s gaze shifted to Y/N, who raised an eyebrow in a mix of defiance and amusement. “And I’m sure Y/N was just doing her part to make sure everyone’s summer here is memorable, right?”

Y/N folded her arms and tried to look contrite, though her eyes betrayed her amusement. “Yeah, you could say that. I guess we got a bit carried away.”

Mark sighed, his frustration not entirely masking his grudging admiration for their creativity. “Well, carried away is an understatement. Next time, let’s keep the pranks out of the organized activities and focus on making the summer fun without turning it into a disaster zone.”

Charlie nodded, trying to look apologetic. “Got it. We’ll keep it in check. Just thought we’d add a little excitement.”

Mark’s expression softened slightly as he glanced around at the kids, who were now eagerly helping clean up the flour. “Alright. But remember, the real goal here is to be role models. Let’s show these kids how to have fun without making a mess.”

“Understood,” Y/N said, giving a small, rueful smile. 

Mark nodded and turned to help with the cleanup, leaving Charlie and Y/N standing in the middle of the field, still covered in flour.

,,What a great role model you are” Charlie smirked.

,,Shut up, Baker.” Y/N shot him a glare.

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helllooooo simps for tom welling! as the end of summer (its september so it means autumn season idgaf) I wanted to release this short one-shot with this hottie (:

if you are interested for a series or another part hmu ☀️

x naomi

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!    

a/n: thank you to the beautiful creator of the grown-up Neteyam photo! P.s. I’m sorry for the crappy screenshot photos of the only Na’vi mating bond we see. I tried my best :’)

Warnings: spoilers for Avatar 2

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

ISFJ

Gryffindor

Lawful Good

8 of Pentacles

Leo Sun, Virgo Moon, Libra Rising  

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

・You were the eldest of Tonowari and Ronal’s children. A Metkayina leader of the future. 

・You have many skills, learning from both your parents and the other members of the clan. A great hunter, creator and a deep love for the ocean. 

・Eywa was a big presence in your life, something that your brother, Aounung was jealous of 

・Tsireya idolises you, and when she was younger, all she wanted to do was be around you

・However, you weren’t very outgoing, and preferred the company to one or two friends - or mainly yourself whenever you got the chance

・You have your own Tulkun, whom you love dearly. They’re incredibly protective of you, as you are for them. 

・That’s where you spend the majority of your free time - talking with your Tulkun. You have an incredibly close bond, almost like telepathical 

・When the Sully’s sought refuge, you were one of the first to speak up in their defence

・Not only did you like the look of the Omaticaya people, but you were curious about their ways. 

・You wanted to learn more - grow as a Na’vi. You wanted to be someone with an open-mind. 

・It was why you got along so well with your sister Tsireya, Aounung on the other hand was a bit of a challenge. He always had been. And being the middle child, he definitely liked to act out 

・You formed a close friendship with both Tuk and Kiri. You always found the young ones funny. It was your instinct as the eldest child to look after the younglings around you. 

・And with Kiri, you loved her connection to the land. You could watch her for hours as she interacted with the environment around her. 

・You could see that she was special; Eywa had something incredible in store for Kiri. You just wished the rest of the clan would accept them

・But your eye was always searching for Neteyam, the eldest of the Sully kids

・Almost like a guardian angel, you were there when he needed you most. And your brother would tease you relentlessly, but Tsireya understood. She encouraged you to pursue Neteyam

・As you encouraged her to pursue Lo’ak 

・And your romance was slow. Even though you both had deep feelings for each other, it was like neither of you could confess it. For one reason or another. 

・You spent time together, teaching him the ways of your people. He was especially interested in the coming of age rituals. Neteyam wanted to participate. 

・You told him he didn’t have to, that accomplishing the Omaticaya rituals was enough. But not for Neteyam, he wanted to prove himself. 

・Then, when the event happened with Quaritch, everything changed. 

・ Luck, no, not luck. It was destiny that you were there to save Neteyam. 

・What would have been a bullet would was only a flesh wound, however, it did cut him deep

・The Sully’s were eternally grateful, Neytiri especially. She nearly lost her firstborn, and for that she felt indebted to you. 

・However, Neteyam was wounded, and it took him a month to fully recover. You visited him everyday, bringing fresh food and changing his bandages. This was how you two grew close. A deep bond was formed. 

・You both felt Eywa’s presence when you looked into each other’s eyes and finally realised who you were to one another. Mates. 

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it.

・The mating ritual is the same for every Na’vi, it’s the connecting of the queues, from nightfall until sunrise. 

・The mating ritual and sex are two different things, but ultimately the Na’vi only have sex with one other for their entire lives. 

・And although Neteyam would have loved to perform tsaheylu underneath the Tree of Souls, the Metkayina don’t stay underwater for that entire time. 

・Some may choose to visit the Spirit Tree and connect for a brief moment while holding hands, or to choose a secluded spot and invite Eywa’s presence 

・You chose to do both

・Both of you swam down to the Spirit Tree and connected to it, seeing each other through the other’s eyes 

・You could feel the other’s love and devotion 

・After opening your eyes, you kissed and swam to the surface, where you found a vacant part of the beach to stay until the next day

・Connecting with Neteyam was like nothing you had ever experienced before. You were able to feel his pain, his happiness, the weight of responsibility and the dedication Neteyam has to his family 

・In turn, Neteyam felt the same. For you both had the duty of being the first born

・When the mating was completed, it was announced through all the clan that you were together 

・Tonowari held a great feast in your honour. He was more than proud, as was your mother, sister and brother 

・You had completed a big part of Na’vi life, and the Sully’s welcomed you into the family with open arms. Especially Neytiri, once she got to know you and how good of a hunter you were 

・Sex is different then mating, but you still connect your queues nonetheless. It intensifies the bond, and completely takes hold of your body, mind and soul

・Neteyam is a soft lover, he likes to make you feel loved, safe and worthy

・His favourite thing is to bite your neck though, especially when he’s in midthrust. It’s like another way of combining your bodies. He wants to be as close to you as possible

[inkstainedheartbeats]

Two days after they nearly lose their daughter to a fire the Buckley’s open the door to find a woman with curly red hair on their porch step. Claudia Henderson. They’ve heard the rumors, Hawkins does so dearly love them, about why she moved to Hawkins when her child was six. They’ve heard the rumors about rumors. About how her boy is friends with the boy who did but didn’t. They’ve seen her out and about. Mousy. Timid. Flinching when yelling gets too loud and over protective of her boy. For a moment, just a brief one, they think she’s here to blame their hatchling. Their fledgling. Backs straighten, mouths flatten.

“I do hope I didn’t wake Robin, knocking on your door,” is what they get instead. The mousy, timid woman not as noisy and timid as they thought as she manages to smile and talk her way into their home. Robin is still asleep.

“Now I’m sure we’ve heard the fire story.”

They nod. It felt wrong, smelled fishy. Dottie has never been a fan of the government and River saw the damage to the Harrington boy. No falling debris could cause that.

“I don’t know much. Dusty won’t say much and always looks so scared when I ask. But it’s a load of cow manure. Something happened though.”

Claudia talks in a soft low voice, even when agitated and upset. Her hands moving in eclectic patterns. She tells them what she’s seen, what she’s guessed, put together with the Sinclair’s and oddly enough Ted Wheeler.

“Karen is of the opinion we should wait for the children to tell us. She listens in but doesn’t offer anything. It’s sweet really,” she says and they both notice that her cheeks get the same pink tint that Robin’s does when she talks about Tammy or Heather or Vickie or even Chrissy. Dottie raises an eyebrow, River tucks his chin.

They’re interrupted by noises coming from upstairs. A thump like a body hitting the floor. Followed by two sets of running feet. A door opens, closes, a few minutes later the toilet flushes. They wait and listen as two try to become one on the walk back to Robin’s room.

“Steve likes to think he’s sneaky, but his nightmares give him away. He’ll… he’ll probably cycle through houses. Will try not to be seen. Especially now.”

“Now?” River asks because he’s always been nosier than Dottie.

“Him and Hopper.”

There were rumors, some nastier than others.

“Hopper had practically adopted him.”

Dottie makes a pain filled noise. She’d had a different upbringing than River. His grandmother joining the little commune of hippies and nature lovers, those who wanted peace and a greater feeling of unity, than her parents. And the parents that had basically adopted her.

“We shared custody, Hopper and I. So he comes through my front door. He’ll collapse on me and cry. He probably won’t with you. I know he doesn’t with the others.”

It’s not quite what they left behind, what grief caused them to flee. But it’s still a village and Claudia is there to welcome them in.

—/—/—/—/—/—

Later. Not even a year later. They, and the others, stand up in town hall. Call Jason Carver a fear mongering asshole and condemn anyone who believes him. Jason calls them satanist sympathizers. They aren’t quite run out of town but people side eye them. Some of the more religious threaten them.

They’re there when Claudia get the call Dustin and Steve are in the hospital. There to take Steve’s place protecting the Munson boy. Worry deep set on their faces when he faints the moment Dottie takes the nail studded bat from his hands.

They’re there when Steve flatlines twice and Eddie does thrice. They’re there when Wayne Munson gets the Claudia treatment. They’re there because that’s what family, what a village does.

[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts (24) Imperfect

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 24)

Summary: Rosie meets a young man in Paris. Love is in the air but one thing gnaws on Rosie's nerves. She need to warn Timothy of her protective relatives without making him run for the hills.

Twenty-Four Years Old

When my first year in Paris was coming to an end, I went with a group from my school to a party. It was held in a big apartment that apparently belonged to some ridiculously rich aunt. The amount of red wine I’d drunk before we arrived, made sure I didn’t remember the details of the family tree.

What I do remember was the young man reading French poems with a British accent, and afterwards, the beginning of an interesting story about two men finding each other in a dream, and later apparently meeting in real life. I desperately wanted to hear more, but when I got him talking, he said that he wasn’t sure the idea was good enough to pursue.

“You wrote this?” I asked baffled. “I thought it was brilliant!”

“That’s probably the Pinot talking,” he retorted with a lopsided grin. “People normally say that it’s utter bullshit.”

I huffed at this ludicrous statement.

“So, why read it out loud, then?” I challenged him.

“Dunno. Perhaps I hoped that someone like you may turn up and like it” he quipped.

“That’s the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard,” I muttered and rolled my eyes.

***

Timothy and I were thick as thieves after that evening, and it soon evolved into more than friendship. He was studying literature and creative writing at Sorbonne Nouvelle, which was located quite close to Marguerite’s building. After our first official date, I pondered bringing him to my place, but uncle’s surveillance made me reconsider. Dad and Papa planned on visiting soon, and I knew it was futile trying to hide anything from Papa.

You’d better prepare the poor sod, before meeting the British Inquisition, I thought with a grimace.

After David, Papa wouldn’t make the same mistake of failing to observe even the tiniest flaw.

We hadn’t talked about our families at all, because there were so many other topics that were interesting, but I knew time was running out. I decided that after a good meal with some wine, it would be the perfect time to tell him about my fiercely protective family.

Rinsing and eating mussels, is a sticky and quite down-to-earth affair, and a better opportunity would be hard to find, so I plunged in with both feet so to speak.

“I…um…think it’s time to tell you about my…family,” I started.

“All of them, or just your fathers?” Timothy said while dipping a bite of bread in the creamy sauce.

I almost dropped my spoon in surprise. Had I told him that I was raised by two men and no mother? Not to my knowledge. Perhaps some of my other friends…

“Rosie?” Timothy said softly.

“Do you know who they are? Have you…”

Timothy lifted his hands, motioning me to calm down.

“Sorry, I assumed you knew,” he murmured. 

“Knew what?” I snapped. “You’re worse than…”

“I know who you are, Rosamund Watson-Holmes. A dossier, I think will suffice as a description, was delivered to me by a courier after our first coffee date. Four “letters” from each of your watchdogs. I didn’t know there were so many ways to threaten a person…”

“Damn, them!” I exclaimed. “Always, they have to meddle just because I had one bad boyfriend. Jesus, they’re incorrigible.”

“No matter how imperfect you find them, they love you dearly, or should I say fiercely,” Timothy chuckled. “After the initial shock, I must say I found it quite amusing and adorable. Four grown men, with the careers they have, your dad even an ex-military, and they’re all softies. Your police uncle was probably the scariest, come to think of it. Not that he doesn’t love you to bits, but he was the only one who stayed somewhat professional. He certainly didn’t bring any medieval torture methods or mafia tendencies into the equation if I hurt you purposefully or otherwise.”

“Oh, God,” I growled utterly devasted of my protective relatives.

Timothy chose to call them The Fab Four, which still earns him stern looks, but I know the four protectors are quite proud of themselves.

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@calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @raina-at @helloliriels

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[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch.6

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Author’s Note: Finally! The moment has come, when we get a snippet of Charles’ first appearance. Stay tuned tomorrow for more.

The following few weeks in Monaco were spent settling in and looking for new jobs. You had been working part time at a music production studio, having been certified to do so early in your high school career. But you had also been appointed as a choreographer for a large Korean Entertainment company, JYP. 

You felt so fortunate, being able to not only choreograph dances for some of the most famous groups in the world, but also contribute to their discography, often writing lyrics, producing music, and singing the guide tracks to help the artists when they’re in the recording booth. 

Of course, this meant that you were often out of the country, and you missed Leila and Marie dearly. But you were glad that you were finally able to do things that you enjoyed. 

One day, as you were back home in Monaco, your mother called for the weekly check-ins she had been doing since you’d left California. “কেমন আছ?” (Kemon accho?: How are you?)

As you continued conversing, Marie knocked on your doorframe. “Hey, I have to ask you something”

“Yeah just hold on one sec”, you finished up talking with your family and turned to her. 

“So…”, recognizing the tone she used when she did something impulsive, you demanded she spit it out. “I may or may not have gotten us tickets to the next F1 race in France…”

You sighed and asked when it was. 

“And I made sure that it was on a day where you were going to be free”

She looked at you guilty. You sighed again and just held her close. “Of course I’ll go for you”. 

You face palmed as she explained to you that maybe, just maybe, one of the many handsome drivers that were, of course, not already taken, would catch your eye. Or even better, that you would catch their eye and something could begin from there. 

You just stood there with a reluctant look on your face. You had given up hope long ago and had accepted that perhaps there was no one in the world for you. But you accepted begrudgingly, not wanting to squash Marie’s sunshine. 

As the days passed and came closer to race day, Marie grew more and more excited. Apparently, she had loved watching the F1 races since childhood, and knew all the names and scores, times, and podiums of all the current racers. 

Finally, the day came, and you both got dressed, donning red, because apparently We’re here to root for the Ferrari team, Y/N! Even Leila was not spared from the wrath of Marie. Dressed in a cute red dress, Leila looked like the cutest little flower you’d ever seen. 

As you made your way to the stands, Marie pulled two passes out and showed the security team. Wow this girl really went all out and got us passes to the paddock and basically everything behind the scenes. To say you were impressed would be an understatement. 

The three of you settled into a corner, surrounded by screens, technicians, mechanics, and all the engineers and mathematicians bustling around, preparing for the race. You watched in awe as everyone worked in harmony and completed one task after another. So caught up in the moment, you failed to notice two new people step into the garage. Only when Marie clutched at your arm and let out a squeal, did you look to where she was staring and notice them— both extremely beautiful specimens of men. 

[cylonalyna]

I’ve just finished Burning Shores and it was an amazing experience. Great setting, cool new machines and the Horus fight was awesome. And Elon Musk guy was so totally fun to obliterate, although I hated final fight with him, because it was dumb and tedious.

But the whole Seyka-Aloy relationship was really something truly awesome. I loved the chemistry between them and the fact that for the first time Aloy opened up to the idea of being attracted to someone.

And I think it’s because of a few factors

1. She listened to Tilda’s story and realized Elisabet pushed away the only person that truly loved her, because she was so focused on her work she couldn’t be bothered with a relationship. And it was a crack in Elisabet’s character and Aloy realized she is becoming Lis when she’s in fact her own person. And a lot of bad things could be said about Tilda, but she’s genuine when she says she loved Elisabet the most in the entire world and she regrets how things ended.

2. Secondly, she saw everyone move on to create relationships or wanting to. Alva has someone she loves waiting for her at home. Talanah found a man, who made a mistake, but she doesn’t dismiss him right away and is willing to work on that relationship. Varl found a beautiful woman who loved him dearly, Erend decided to be just friends. Kotallo is a great friend, but they’re from two different worlds. And I think that moment Aloy sees Zo kissing Varl she realizes that maybe she could have someone like that too.

3. She learned that having friends, people to care about and people who care about you isn’t a sign of weakness, but it’s actually the opposite. It’s strength, it’s friendship and love. Having family is a good thing not an obstacle.

4. She realized she doesn’t have to push everything and everyone away just because she’s the only person who can fix this world.

She knows people are naturally drawn to her and when she felt being drawn to somebody she decided to just try and be honest not only to Seyka, but to herself, because she doesn’t want to be Elisabet. Sure, she wants to fullfil her wish to make the world a better place, but that doesn’t mean she has to be alone. And she understands it’s gonna be hard but it’s a start.

And holy crap I cried so hard at the end because I am so happy for Aloy. I’m happy she’s opening up and giving herself a chance to have someone close, who could be more than just a friend.

GG did such a great job in portraying the relationship between Aloy and Seyka. Both are totally into each other, but we don’t get fireworks, we get a simple „wow” and it’s the most powerful „wow” I’ve ever seen.

I love that DLC, and although it broke my console to the point I had to hard reset it, it was an incredible experience. GG proves they respect their story and character, but also fans to give us the best experience.

[oswildin]

Hello again, I loved the last headcanon! Tysm for that, it's my favourite one ❤️

How do you think Loki and Sylvie would react to being in a poly relationship with Y/N? (Because I would. Hands down. No doubt about it. They're not just hot, they're very protective, caring and sweet characters)

Maybe it's Y/N's first time being in a throuple too, if that's not too much to ask? Thank you bestie!

Being in a relationship with Loki & Sylvie Headcanons:

At first you didn’t exactly know what to expect or even how it would work. But after the first few weeks of adjusting… it began to make sense. It began to fall into place and the slight apprehension you had felt about being in a relationship with two people began to ebb

It can be difficult at times, Loki and Sylvie can be very closed off, but you can see they’re trying, they want to be more open

Both are very subtle in their affections, but Loki is probably the more likely of the two to show and tell you how he feels. Sylvie will get there, in time, but she just isn’t used to being safe and not in constant fight or flight mode

Loki would show his affection by conjuring small illusions for you, butterflies, fireworks, stars… anything that he think you would like

Sylvie would show her affection by putting a blanket over you whilst you sleep on the couch, making sure you’re warm and comfortable

There may have been some tension at first, a little bit of jealousy from both of them, worried that the other was held in higher regard in your affections and heart, but when they realise that isn’t the case at all, they begin to relax - let’s be honest, neither of them are natural sharers

You better hope no one ever puts you in danger or hurts you in anyway, otherwise you fear they wouldn’t be walking away alive with the pair on their ass - let’s just say neither of them are particularly merciful when it comes to those who harm you

Being sandwiched between them both when cuddling on the sofa, best feeling in the world

Loki’s hand gets on Sylvie’s side and she’s slapping it away - “This is my arm. You have yours.” Back and forth bickering which only makes you laugh and feel incredibly lucky to have these two idiots at your sides - “My apologies. I didn’t realise we owned an arm each.” “Guys, sorry to disappoint, but I actually own both of my arms. You’re just renting them for the evening.”

There are plenty of ups and downs, pros and cons… But in the end, you’re the calm in their storm, you’re the anchor to the ship and they both love you dearly for it. You’re the stability they secretly crave

[niiine]

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

Character(s). Xiao x GN!Reader, Lumine, mentions of Yanfei.

Synopsis. Lumine never like meddling with other people’s  business if they don’t want her to, much less their relationship, but this time, Xiao left her no choice.

Mild Angst & Fluff

Lumine is reader’s close friend 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 come on she can’t always be the one that the reader is jealous of

NOT PROOFREAD, please don’t expect.

Ending sucks because it’s me. I can’t write endings ffs.

Got the idea when I’m re-watching the chasm scene where Zhongli saves Xiao’s life. My (our) hubby looks so fine tryna save everyone sacrificing himself 😳

“They're gonna kill you.” Traveler’s voice earned a wince from the yaksha who are still trying to walk straight after the incident in the chasm. They’ve been stuck for days, if not a whole week, inside the tremendous place and the final act really did took a toll on his body.

He let out a barely audible tsk as Lumine guided his form to sit somewhere comfortable. Only when he’s settled that he voiced out his concern.

“Please don’t tell her” his golden eyes look anywhere but hers, knowing that she had that judgmental stare decorating her small face. “No.”

Her sharp refusal made Xiao snap his gaze onto her, he didn’t hear her right, right? But the looks on her face tells him otherwise. “But they’re going to feel bad about this” he gritted his teeth like a kid, and his companion is reminded how much the Adeptus in front of her loves you so much to the point that making you sad is one of the last things he’ll do.

But if he really wants you to be happy, he must learn how to take care of his self as well.

“Yes. And it’s your fault,” sometimes the traveler’s bluntness hit a certain painful spot.

“So, I’m going to tell them that you almost sacrifice yourself again despite promising that you’ll be careful every.single.time.” The blonde made sure to emphasize her points, and although Xiao appreciate her concern for you, he just doesn’t want to see you crying because he messed up again.

“I’ll let her know myself then” he tried to argue, hoping that he can at least make a little bit more nice in the ears, but Lumine knows that he’ll hide certain facts to protect your feelings—don’t get it wrong, she loves you so much that she also doesn’t want to hurt you, but she’s aware how broken hearted you’ll be if Xiao keeps doing this to himself— so she will do this herself.

“And I will also let her know. You can’t keep hurting yourself without thinking of their feelings, Xiao. What if something happened to you for real? Don’t you know that it’ll send her to an even deeper despair?” Once again, she reprimanded the man, because aside from being your friend she treasures, he also is a dear companion to her.

“I’m gonna tell (name), and you’re gonna listen to everything she says” She huffed, preparing in her mind what to tell you as too keep the damage and worry on minimum. Although all her thoughts left her when she heard Paimon gasped and your sweet voice fill both hers and Xiao’s ears.

Yanfei came across you and told you the whereabouts of your boyfriend, making it easier to find your beloved.

“Tell me what?” Ahh, Xiao missed that sound so much.

“Love,” the green haired adeptus proceeds to reach out to you as far as his damaged body can do, distress and concern flooded your eyes as you run towards him, gentle finger scanning his battered form.

“What happened?” as much as he can’t stand to hear the uneasiness laced on your voice, he also can’t help but to succumb on your touches. He missed you so dearly. Receiving no response from your lover, you turned your head towards your friend, who’s already looking at you.

“And you, too! You look so pale and weak…” You noticed how frail the two of them look and a sob escaped your lips, you were about to speak again when Lumine beat you to it. Saying that she’s fine, and then proceeds to tell you everything that happened. After her explanation, Lumine offered to teleport you and Xiao in the Wangshuu Inn where he can rest comfortably. After bidding her farewell, with a bit of light scolding from you, you then turned towards Xiao who are currently draped in your shared bed, he’s not looking at you direct in the eyes, almost ashamed of what he had done.

“I’m sor—”

“I can’t stand this.”

His golden orbs darted into yours, swirling emotions forming into heavy heartbeat as his chest tightens at your words. No, please don’t say you’ll leave.

“(Name)” he tried to stand up to reach you out, but his body failed him. “I have told you before, Xiao” no, please don’t call him that. Where’s the usual Love? or Dearest? Or Beloved?

His crestfallen face stares at you pleadingly, and on normal occasions, you have give in. But you don’t want him to abuse his self anymore, and if you don’t want him to keep tormenting the both of you, then you must prevail.

“I can stand you being unromantic, or cold from time to time, I understand that you’re not a mortal who do silly things. But heavens, I can’t take it if you’re putting yourself in danger every time.”

He noticed how your eyes glistens from the tears, but his heart breaks at the sight of you standing so far away from him, reminding him that he’s the reason you’re unreachable sometimes.

Mustering all the remaining strength he has, he tried to stand up once again, he can’t have you going farther. His digits caressed your cheeks, and your eyes look up at him, turbulent storms raging at his touch.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please don’t leave me.”

“You better don’t. Because I hate thinking that I’m not important for you to throw yourself like that,” you sobbed against his chest “I love you, Xiao. I don’t know what I’ll do if I ever lose you.”

He kissed your forehead, whispering his own affirmations. Archons, he really doesn’t like seeing you like this.

[dearinglovebot]

Not really a question just wanted to say love your blog a whole lot!!

This may be a weird semi question but is it weird that I find the raptor/handler lady as great mutism/selective mutism/ disabled rep? Like to me what makes her fascinating is how she does not say a word and feels closer to her animals cause for me I feel more close to my animals then anyone else and shut down and go mute sometimes. Like the is cool as a villain because we can’t really read her. I know in general disabled folks are put as the villains but to me she’s not really a villain? Like I’d find her offensive if we didint see more of HER as the show goes on, I see her as like an anti hero, hero of her own story. Idk maybe I’m yapping about nothing but she’s been my fav human Jurassic villain and also a cool representation and it makes her more badass

aweee thank you ❤️❤️

this got long I’m sorry. TLDR; it’s never weird to find characters relatable. it’s beautiful. the handler is my girlfriend who I love dearly but, for me, she’s not someone I consider mutism *representation* quite yet. open to having s2 rock my world with her tragic backstory though

honestly, there’s layers to it in my eyes. it’s like: are flamboyant villains used to mock queerness? yeah. will I still say they served amongst my fellow gays? yes. do I think they’re good representation to the wider public? absolutely not.

i don’t think it’s weird at all to love her and feel kinship in her. i like what we’ve seen of her so far. she’s fascinating in how little we know about her or her motivations. I hope she continues to girlboss her way across the world and strike fear into the hearts of many. and i think a lot of us do tend to closely bond with our animals because they don’t put unrealistic expectations on us. that’s a very realistic aspect of her. my cat is my hashtag best friend 4 life. but I do also think there’s a difference between good representation and interesting characters that we like.

personally, I think the handler is a relatively unoffensive portrayal, but I wouldn’t consider her representation for mutism. for one, I genuinely haven’t heard any talk of them consulting any nonverbal people to respectfully portray her like they did with brooklyn’s limb difference. for two, does she accurately show the experience of mutism? her backstory is going to play into this, but in her current state, I’m meh. most people already assume I’m plotting their downfall because im a non-expressive (autistic) and silent bipoc but she genuinely is trying to kill people so (tbf i wish i could hunt people for sport too sometimes so maybe not THAT inaccurate). I think the strongest thing she has going for her representation wise is that she used body language to comfort the raptors instead of words. that ability to silently communicate with her pack felt real.

how they handle her in s2 might change my opinion, but rn I don’t see her as rep in the same way that, say, yasammy represents me as a lesbian or kenji represents me as a member of a diaspora. love that freaky woman but when I explain what it’s like to be me, I wouldn’t use her as an example is my basic thought process. I’ll never knock other nonverbal people’s thoughts cause we aren’t a monolith but *i* see representation as something made for us. yaz and sammy were handled so lovingly and thoughtfully and THATS what i want representation to mean (<- guy who can’t go 2 seconds without praising yasammy)

I would also like to lightly push back on the idea that verbal shutdowns are the same as mutism, though. being mute means that you speak rarely, if ever, on a constant basis. they’re distinct experiences, though some people (like me lol) will have both! the way I’d describe it is kind of like: verbal shutdowns are temporary breakdowns caused by high emotional stress. but being nonverbal is daily life. it might be physical, mental, or both but it’s not really something that changes without purposeful interventions. the experiences are relatable to each other, but they have their nuances

I DIGRESS! at the end of the day, there’s no authority on representation thought because that defeats the purpose of us all being unique people with our own opinions. if a character makes you feel seen, then that’s beautiful. keep loving them. don’t let anyone tell you it’s weird. our experiences shape how we relate to characters. the good, the bad, and the ugly. hell, you’re talking to the person who soapboxes about autistic claire everyday because I think she acts like one of us. she’s relatable to my experience so I’m gonna claim her all I want every day of the week. that’s the beauty of fiction

I hope this didn’t come off as shaming or superior in any way. I tried to emphasize personal opinion where I could but again I’m autistic. makes me sound more confrontational than intended online. I genuinely do not think it’s weird in any way. I mainly just hope s2 gives the nuance I’m looking for in her portrayal

[cecethinks]

Joel Miller X Female Reader!

Set in episode 3

A/N This is my first Joel fic and it’s been a while since writing so bare with me;)

You were exited when you finally were able to meet the people on the radio, sure the road there felt endless but it was all worth it in the end. The first impression you got of Frank was that he had a trusting heart, you saw yourself in him. You both had met your significant other under odd circumstances and they were both very grumpy survivalists, but you both loved them. It wasn’t a secret that Bill didn’t trust either of you but as you spent more time talking he grew fond of you, especially since Frank practically forced him.

With frank it was a different story, you immediately got along after you had begun talking on the radio. Joel just wanted his help but you became friends with Frank and Bill.

The first time you spent with the guys Bill kept a close eye on his gun and kept quiet. You weren’t stupid, it was easy to see that he didn’t want you there. The first time he let go of his gun in its holster was when you were doing the dishes, the silence was awkward and you couldn’t stand it.

“So you’re like the cool survivalist uncle who lives of the land and trust no one?”

Right when you said it you worried he was going to shoot you, but to your surprise he chuckled, it wasn’t loud but you heard it. Later he had told you that you reminded you of his neeice whom he missed so dearly, she too was a very good speaker and Bill was more of a listener.

Before it was time to keep going you gave some of the strawberry seeds you had gotten at Joel’s ration place and traded it for a gun. You had told Frank to surprise Bill since you knew he liked strawberry wine.

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While hiking Joel was shocked at the speed of your stride but you couldn’t contain yourself, you missed talking to someone who wasn’t Ellie or Joel. Of course you loved them but Joel mostly spoke if he was spoken to and Ellie was a big talker like you but she wasn’t the smartest knife in the shed.

As you got closer and closer you started to get more anxious, you knew they wouldn’t use the code unless something was wrong. Joel’s reassuring hand on your shoulder made you feel safe but not less worried, he knew that you but your cuticles when you were stressed so he tried to put you at ease by holding your hand.

While you were hiking Ellie asked questions about Bill and Frank bad you were happy about telling her.

Right when you walked through the gate something was wrong, it hit you right in the stomach. And it got worse as you saw the wilted flowers by the gate to the house, you knew Joel felt it too.

Ellie hurriedly ran in the house while you and Joel shouted for Frank and Bill.

She started to look around the house when she got to the living room and picked up the letter along with the key.

“It’s from Bill.”

She looked up at Joel and he gave her an indication that she should keep reading.

“To whomever but probably Joel, I figured I fell under whomever. It came with this”

She slid the key on the dusty table, that is when everything really got to you.

Joel took of his backpack and walked over to the chair where Ellie was sitting and picked up the key.

“So they’re dead?”

He said it nonchalantly but you knew that it got to him.

Ellie nodded, and stretched out the letter in Joel’s direction.

“Do you wanna?”

But he turned, and let her read it.

“August 29, 2023.

If you find this.. please do not come into the bedroom. We left a window open so the house wouldn’t smell, but it will probably be a sight. I’m guessing you found this ,Joel,because anyone else would’ve been electrocuted by my one of my traps hehehhehe. Take anything you need the bunker code is the same as the gate code but in reverse. Anyway, I never liked you, but still, it’s like we’re friends… Almost and I respect you, so I’m gonna tell you something because you’re probably the only person who will understand. I used to hate the world, and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong because there was one person worth saving. That’s what I did. I saved him and I protected him. That’s why men like you and me are here. We have a job to do. And good help any motherfuckers who stand in our way. I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep Y/n safe”

Joel took the letter out of Ellie’s hand and reread it, and then he walked out of the room.

“Stay here”

You were pretty sure it was directed too the both of you but you followed him out to the front yard. This was one of those moments where you knew that all you needed to do was to be there for him. Your hands snaked around his arm and your head rested on his shoulder as tears silently rolled down your cheeks and on to Joel’s brown jacket.

You don’t know how long you stood there with him but it sure was a while. Joel let out a sigh and turned to face you, his big hands grabbed your face and smiled with sorrowful eyes before kissing your forehead. No words were shared between the two of you but not 1000 words could explain the feeling between you. And even though you were distraught about you friends it made you feel closer to each other then ever.

[adainesfroggieboggy]

i want to share my future bad kids bc that i came up with for a fic. i love them dearly. Below the cut bc its so long.

Adaine goes to Fallinel for a while and goes into politics after college, but after quite a few years of working her ass off to fix the country, she leaves because Jawbone’s lycanthropy becomes very difficult for him to live alone. He has Sandra Lynn but they’re both getting old and he’s sick. She comes home for him, takes a job as the divination teacher at Augefort, and settles back into Elmville peacefully. I also think she dates a hell of a lot and I hc pan Adaine. I feel like with immortality, sexuality becomes pretty fluid, and Adaine very much leans into that. When she moves back to Elmville, she puts dating on pause and just teaches and cares for Jawbone (the principal of Augefort).

Fig and Ayda tour together for years. Fig loves playing and she never wants to stop. Not even when in their 30’s, Ayda decides she wants to settle down. They break up pretty amicably and Fig tours for a long time afterwards. She slows down when she hits her 40s and ends up living in Bastion City, still a rock star, but she doesn't tour quite so often or go quite so far, but she never quite stops. She's happy, and pulls tons of chicks when she wants to, but doesn't really date seriously? Even in her 40s, she's so young for an archdevil. Her friends have decades, she has centuries. She lives her young soul life for a long ass time.

Kristen spreads the gospel of Cassandra for a long time. She leaves the party to run the church and just gets too busy to continue the frequent traveling. She gets married and divorced, has a couple kids, and lives in Bastion City. She has a very amicable tradeoff with the kids and shares custody but spends the majority of her time running the church. Her kids are sweet and loved, and so is she. Her life is mundane and easy now, which she learns to really love. She just settles down and learns to channel her chaos. She becomes a very great mom, pastor, and person, doing a lot of volunteer and outreach work, loving the world, her life, and her family. I think she ends up having a very serious long-term relationship but keeps her very separate from her kids. it's a quiet life.

Riz is absolutely an investigative reporter! Murph says this in one of his fireside chats, and I wholeheartedly agree! He leaves the party first because he didn't ever want the adventuring life, he wants the detective, crime-solving part of it. He goes to school and ends up with a law degree (bc he's just cool and would absolutely take lawyer classes to make sure he was able to cite laws) and a really badass job as a reporter, kicking ass and taking names, but with words as his weapon! He stays in Bastion City, makes friends, and just is happy. He doesn't get married or have kids, but he has so much platonic love and familial love! He's so happy and cool and very effective. He likes to enlist Adaine for arcane cases, and she definitely heads over every time and stays over in his apartment and they're super close. He's also super close with fabian, but their lives are so different that it's a different kind of closeness.

Gorgug's life is super chill and simple He doesn't marry Zelda bc they're children, but he does fall head-over-heels for a woman and gets married. He leaves because he suffers a pretty severe head injury, but also because his wife is pregnant! He has a son his parents are so sweet and excited. He's a tinkerer, but also a professor at Augefort! Zac said that Gorgug may help people who are multiclassing, and I like the idea that Jawbone opens a completely new section of the school that focuses specifically on multiclassing, and Gorgug teaches both barbarian and artificer classes! He really chills out and his rage is very rare and almost always in defense of his family. Chill, happy, relaxed Gorgug just vibes with me.

FABIAN! My favorite most hc. He's a dad. He has two daughters and they're his whole entire world. Leaving the party was absolutely not his choice, but he lost his leg in a brutal battle and his body no longer cooperates with the way he needs to move. He's got chronic pain and just can't adventure any longer, so he ends up moving to a seaside town and becoming a stay-at-home dad. At some point during his recovery, his first wife leaves him and the girls and Cathilda moves in. The girls call her their Dida and she's like their other grandma. He's a stay-at-home dad and loves it! He and Aelwyn reconnect as adults and end up getting married now that they're no longer so toxic in each other's lives, and Aelwyn is an absolutely amazing stepmom. She'd never imagined having her own kids, but she loves the girls so much and they're all so happy together. Aelwyn is still a researcher and an abjurative wizard, so he happily stays at home. They might have a mansion in the sky because it's a bit in one of the fireside chats and I love to commit to a bit. They're so cute! Domestic, toxic masculinity is dead, stay-at-home dad and his smart, hot, kind, caring wife.

Also, bonus one, I am so tempted to kill Gilear. A lot of my hcs are based on actual things the cast has said, and Brennan says, "As the person who plays Gilear, I'd like to see him dead in the fucking ground." I am not a Gilear lover, I find him funny and entertaining, but there is something about that sad elf man that makes me wanna kill him. Like if we were in Spyre and I knew Gilear, I might just kill him. Straight up. (Kidding, kidding. I wouldn't kill him, but in a campaign? I'd probably attack him for fun so often bc i wouldn't have Emily at my table.) If he doesn't end up just straight-up dead, he's vice principal. It's much better to have his ex-wife's new boyfriend as his boss for the rest of his sad little life. No happiness for him. I love Emily, I love Fig. Gilear? Dead to me.

[andorerso]

Rebelcaptain Trees for @antifandor and @imsfire2: Peace and Post-War (inspired by this lovely fanart by @pfirsichspritzer)

The lights are off in their little cottage by the time Cassian steps through the front door, bag in hand. It’s nearly two in the morning, but his longing is not for sleep. Silence greets him, the snow owls hooting outside the only sound in the house, but he stops for a second, squinting into the darkness as he listens for any rustling that suggests his arrival had woken someone.

Nothing.

He told Jyn not to wait up. His ship was disappointingly but unsurprisingly delayed, the downside of public transport, and there was no point in keeping her up when he wasn’t sure he’d even make it home that night. But selfishly, he still lingers, hoping for the click of the light switch or tiny feet padding down the hall towards him. He hasn’t seen them in three weeks while he was off-world aiding Leia and the New Republic as an unofficial adviser for the Senate, and he’s annoyed that things like delays and sleep keep them from him yet again.

A tinge of disappointment crawls up his spine. His yearning for them is visceral, driving him to irrationality. No one should be awake at this hour, least of all their kids, but he misses them like a man dying of thirst in the desert. He wants to wrap Jyn in a hug and kiss her forehead, he wants to sit Lu on his lap and braid her hair or tickle her feet and hear her squeal, he wants to pick up Sammi and sing to him until he falls asleep or make those silly faces that always puts a wide grin on his face.

Sleep be damned, he wants nothing but his family. He could cook them something they loved and pull out a board game, something Lu could play as well. Or they could go sledding on the hill, build a snowman, make snow angels. They could cuddle up on the couch and watch a holo. Anything as long as they’re by his side.

He’s already making plans of waking up early tomorrow to surprise them with breakfast and hot chocolate when he finally reaches their bedroom and falters at the doorway. His heart finally eases. He wanted to put down his bag and check on the kids before settling in beside Jyn, but there’s no need. They’re here, all three of them, sleeping peacefully in the double bed he shares with Jyn.

She’s on her side of the bed, her hair fanning out around her, her breathing even. The white shirt she’s wearing, peeking out of the blankets, is his. Their son, only six months old, slumbers on her chest, a pacifier in his mouth. Jyn’s got a protective arm wrapped around him, his tiny hand fisting her shirt. Already, he looks older, hair thicker than he remembers, and Cassian mourns each and every second he missed with him during his three-week absence. On the other side of the bed is Luisa, clutching her favorite bantha plushie in one hand and holding Jyn’s in the other. They try not to make a habit out of letting her sleep with them, unless she has a nightmare, but he isn’t surprised Jyn allowed her into their bed while he was away. She likes to keep her loved ones close where she can keep an eye on them.

Cassian’s heart squeezes, his love for them choking the air from his lungs. He’s missed them all so dearly, and although he can’t wait to hear Luisa’s laugh and Sammi’s babbling and Jyn’s tender welcome, this, standing here in front of them and watching, is enough for now.

He doesn’t move for so long that Jyn peeks an eye open, her voice quiet and sleepy. “Are you getting in or not?”

She’s awake, of course she is. His arrival had woken her because no matter how many years pass, they would always be the people who catalog every exit route when entering a new location and wake to the tiniest of noises in the middle of the night. Sleeping through a stranger entering your home is the kind of mistake that gets you killed, and he knows they would both sooner die than let anything happen to their kids.

They’re still so young and innocent, knowing nothing of fear and pain and hunger, living the kind of childhood they deserve to have. At Lu’s age, he was already an orphan, and Jyn was already on the run with her parents. But their kids will never experience that kind of desolation, and he’d fight another war, sacrifice his life and soul just to keep it that way.

All those years he spent giving away tiny pieces of himself for the cause, all those times he nearly lost hope, unsure of what they were fighting for… This is it. The peace he feels when looking at his family. The future he can give to his children who will grow up better than they did. It was worth every injury, every loss, every atrocity he committed. It was worth the lifetime of sorrow he’d lived just to get here.

“Yeah, in a moment,” he tells Jyn, mirroring her tone. There’s just enough space for him between the three of them. It’ll be a tight fit, but he doesn’t mind. “I’ll take a quick shower and get changed.”

“Okay.” Jyn’s eyes flutter close again, adjusting her grip on Sammi. Her voice is nothing more than a quiet sigh when she says, “Welcome home, Cass.”

[astralix]

Act 003 Self-Destruction

Pretty Guardian ✶ Sailor Moon

Characters: Original Characters, Canon Characters-mentioned Rating: Teen, Older Teen Genre: Angst, Action, Fantasy, Magical Girl Song: “Die for You” Starset Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon.  That is Naoko Takeuchi’s property.  Please do not sue me.

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Even if the sky does fall Even if they take it all There’s no pain that I won’t go through Even if I have to die for you And when all the fires burn When everything is overturning There’s no thing that I won’t go through Even if I have to die for you

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She was probably going to her death, but she did not care.  She was probably standing on the wrong side of battle, but she did not care.  There were people here who she cared about most.  Probably more than the world itself.  Still, she promised to stay by their side.  It was self-destruction at best.  However, she made a promise and she was going to stick to it.

She had dreams of being like them.  The ones that she was fighting against.  She could see herself in a Sailor suit of teal and indigo.  She was probably happier on that side than where she was now.  However, she made a promise and she would never go back on that promise.  She had to stick it through, even if it made the Sailor Senshi sad that they had to kill one of their very own terrestrials.

In those dreams, she was a proud Sailor Senshi, Sailor Aquarius.

In reality, she was the Conquest, one of the Four Horsemen.  Standing beside her was Death, War and Famine.  She was technically their leader, but she knew everyone was competing to be the very one that brings the heart of the Sun Empress to their nefarious boss’ hands.  It saddened her.  However, that was the life she took up, and it was in protection of the others.

She would face the Astrals.

She would face anything in her path.

She would die trying.

If it helped her friends.

She stood idly, with a teacup in hand and a floating teapot at the ready.  She waited in silence until one of the Sailor Senshi came to her for a fight.  She brushed a rogue lock of teal hair away from her face, as she gazed passively into the abyss below.

This was all self-destruction.

Time went by and a few cups of tea drunk, she could hear the quick thudding of steps.  The double doors burst open as two Senshi stood there panted.  The teal haired girl merely drank her last cup of tea before, before she dropped the teacup into the abyss.

“VICTORIA!” shouted one of them.  She had deep red hair and gray eyes.  She must be Sailor Scorpio.

“Yes?” Victoria, the teal-haired girl replied.  She simply watched the tea cup until she could not see it anymore.  She turned her gaze to the two Senshi.  “What happened to all the others?”

“They’re fighting,” said the other Sailor Senshi.  Her orange-to-red hair clashed with the red-violet sash and skirt of her Sailor suit.

Victoria smiled.  “Good, and you are?”

“Sailor Ophiuchus!” the second Senshi called.

“Is that so?” Victoria asked.  She closed her eyes, hair waved from the void below.  She outstretched her arms, leaned back and fell into the void.  Both girls screamed in horror as they rushed to the edge.

Sailor Ophiuchus clasped a hand over her horrified gasp.  Sailor Scorpio stared in horror.

Victoria merely smiled, as she fell.  She whispered words before she stopped falling.  The brooch on her armor clad body glowed.  “And answer my summons!  I, Victoria, swear to thee!”

She would be betting her life now.  She would be pushing every chip on her end of the table forward.  Her friends were risking it all to fulfill their dreams.  Her dream is merely to support her friends.  If they wanted to get back at the world, to destroy it, then so be it.  She would help them even if it meant her own destruction.  She loved her friends dearly.

If you really loved them, you would stop this now!  She could hear the small voice in the back of her mind.  It was that one voice that denied her dream to follow Mai, Miko and Kyoumi into the depths of Hell.  It was the one voice that wanted to call to them to bring them back from damnation.  It was an annoying voice that has been fighting for her to quit her current position.

“I made my promise and I will uphold it.  Till my last breath,” she said, instead.

You could stop everything if you just listen to me!  Listen, you could achieve great things!  For the Ambassador of Good!  Instead, you’re just destroying yourself!

“What are you?  And how did you get in my mind?” Victoria stated, softly as she flew up the way she fell.

Sailor Aquarius.  I am the one that has chosen good, and you can still choose it!

“I made my choice.  You will shut up,” Victoria replied.  She already made her choice.  There is no salvation for her.  No way of redemption.  Nor for her friends.  Her boots felt nothing but air beneath them but she was floating just above Sailors Ophiuchus and Scorpio.  She was glowing a deep and muted teal.  She could feel her forehead burning.

Then, you must pay the price for your foolishness.

Both Senshi looked in horror as glyph glowed on her forehead.  It was–

“Aquarius!” Ophiuchus gasped.

“I figured as much,” Scorpio said.

A brow raised, Victoria lifted an arm up as spectral swords appeared and pointed towards the Senshi.  The swords rained upon them, and she could hear both their screams as they were nicked and cut.  Ophiuchus struggled but she made a shield around both Scorpio and herself.

Victoria had made her choice.  She would go down with the other three.  She knew their boss would not intervene to help them.  She would complete her path of self-destruction.  However, beside her, was her ghostly doppelganger in the teal and indigo Sailor suit.  The apparition smiled, smugly, as Victoria missed both targets.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Part two

Moon signs and your mum

Cancer moon 🌑🥀💫🦀♋️😇

I’ve noticed with cancer moons, they fall into one of two categories. They fall into the one where they can be quite abusive with their mother, or they are attached to their mother dearly. They will defend their mother to her deathbed mother is everything think their moonshine is cancer. That is the home of the moon, the mother everything where you came from and have this moon placement is really significant specially for the likes of someone like Drew Barrymore, mother was a stage mother and not very good to do. She let her go out partying and taking drugs when she was like 13 maybe younger, and of course she’s a Pisces, and that’s like that goes through the territory and a Gemini rising, if they have that right It’s very sad I feel like cancer so good at picking up the energy of a room and knowing how to deal with it. You also get the stone cold ones who are like don’t care and we’ll just do it as they don’t care about the social graces and they don’t care about trying to fit in which to me is actually a lovely trait. You know where you are with someone like that rather than someone crawling all over like eczema , they like to either be the counsellor or council others. I had a cancer moon boyfriend. In fact I have had two cancer boyfriends and they had two sides of them. Definitely one of them was an Aries and one of them was a Pisces, the Pisces, one was very deep and sentimental already, but he was also could be an eternal victim whereas the other one was had this weird relationship with his father. The mother was everything he loved his mother and he put a lot of emphasis on his mother and the time they spent together, but his father never wanted him so he always had that energy so my astrology now he’s teaching me teaches me that the fourth house can also be father , it’s a put if a cancer is going to have to choose between a parent every time it is going to be mum, even if they have a very close relationship with the father it’s always going to be my mother . you may have had a mum who is very emotional, very heritage and learning about her lineage, she may have had a very stressful start herself emotionally she in the dark and she could’ve had issues getting pregnant. You may have been adopted she could’ve been Baron on the lighter and she could’ve got pregnant really easily and had a lot of children definitely an emphasis on children and emotions. Your mother may also have been mentally ill and you may have felt like a bit responsible for your mother’s feelings. She could’ve been very emotional about your father or her partners and you have protected for all that cancer and moon, who she loved ever so much .

People say that Gemini or Libra placements can be bisexual or lesbian, but I’ve tend to disagree. I feel like people have got strong cancer placements will either be queer, bisexual, pansexual, bisexual, pansexual and the rest, but some of them may pull against that and be closeted case in point Taylor Swift, a lot of her fans believe that she’s secretly gay and has gay relationships instead of the relationships that her PR team put out and if you listen to a lot of her songs which I haven’t, but I know by listening to her fans they’re very pro woman, and I love that maybe because of my Some of them will be quite stone cold like Kurt Cobain, one of my favourites and Courtney Love they could be a quite wild. Can’t is a crazy fuck at the moonchild. Don’t be too hard on these people because they they have the moon cycle like every two days, and it’s gonna fuck with them specially if they’re a cancer rising, and they’re gonna fill that intensity and ability Mariah Carey Aretha Franklin they’re both Aries and they both fucking speak their truth and they ain’t gonna lie about it they don’t know her.

Some celebrity examples of having a cancer moon would be Courtney Love, Tana, Mongeau, Drew, Barrymore , Mariah Carey, Taylor, Swift, Shakira, Kurt Cobain, because that’s face of his feminine , Drake,  Vanessa Paradis, Gwen Stefani,  Kris, Jenner, Queen, Camilla  Janis Joplin and  Sophie Vergara . 

Leo Moon 🛍️💘✨😎♌️🦁🌝

The Leo moon and the relationship with their mother Leo actually rules the father so to start off with. We’re not rolling a mother like planet. These guys might have quite masculine energy and may have needed a father figure in their life, even though they didn’t get that, so the mother becomes complicated and almost a third wheel on this relationship, I get this as I’ve got a Leo moon sister, and I feel like she really needed a father. Her father had horrible. Things said about him in the family that he was a child abuser, and I’ve never really ever spoken to my sister about this, but my sister exerts such a masculine energy and I get it because I’m Leo son but it feels like a lot of it locked away. She has very sarcastic sense of humour. She’s an Aries son, the mother almost becomes an irritant so the mother on the end may be narcissistic. Maybe all about her a bit of a victim. This is just how the child sees it. It may not be completely true, but the child is true. The mother may also be a bit emotionally distant from the child, and not so attached to the child on the lighter end of the spectrum, the mother could’ve had quite an easy-going approach but could’ve also been strict in earlier childhood and the early years and then when it came to adult which this child peaked to a younger age they didn’t get as much attention as they maybe should from like their brothers and sisters as their brothers and sisters dead they can feel like a bit lost so they could constantly trying to be striving for that male energy in their life, which can be very exhausting like I feel a lot of Leo placements are looking for that father approval daddies daddy saying like it’s okay so on the lighter and your mother could be very kind, very gentle very humbling she could be entertaining. She could be a caring mother a hands-on mother. She could also be shy at times and sensitive and a lot of the times people don’t get this about Leo energy. This may rub off to you. You can be very quiet but you could also have a very sensitive deep side and if people say something to you that well you up you may it may hurt you for a very long time you may all see partners that are quite a bit older than you as that emphasis like I said on the father other than the moon sign previous to you which is cancer which is doing the opposite of what you’re doing. They’re doing it to their mother, not their father so is a Leo moon always know that you are loved whether your father was there or not you are worth to be loved and you deserve that respect. You deserve the love and know that you are worthy of any kind of love and if anybody hurts you, it says more about them and it says about you I know that you’re sensitive Leo I love you as a Leo son kiss kiss examples of Leo moons

Celebs

Lana Del Rey, Megan Fox Monica Bellucci, Julia Roberts, Queen Elizabeth the second, Paris Hilton, Megan Thee Stallion, Renée Zellweger, Jane Fonda, Dakota Fanning

I’ve definitely noticed there’s an emphasis on the father like I said with Leanne and them trying to find that relationship with men that’s definitely examples of the mother also though with people like Megan Thee Stallion who is orphan from young adult from her mum and her dad. Her mum was the one who inspired her to be a rapper, but died just before she became famous Very sad. Lana Del Rey seems to be influenced a lot by men and men culture and sexual culture, but that could be like I say high school rising coming into the mix as well which is also about men because it’s ruled by Mars and then her mum is in cancer. So yeah there’s just a lot going on there I feel like Leo moons are very reserved and back and like I said they’re more sensitive than they let on so if theycome across this shitty or arrogant to you just know that this isn’t who they really are they’re just it’s just a bravado with Leo sometimes

Virgo 🌑 moon 🌚🧐♍️🌪️🍏

If you’re a Virgo man, you probably go out with a mother that was maybe very cautious. She might’ve been cautious about your health. She might have been quite dynamic and flexible. She also might have turned her nose up at other people she might have felt like her actions were always the right actions, and she was always right with that earth, sign energy and your relationship with her may have felt very Verbal all about verbality, she could’ve been a massive talker. She could’ve been very sociable. She might’ve made you be quite neat and tidy and make sure that you had that as an ability to be clean and sensible, she might have also taught you all different types of lives out there and not to get caught up in anything. She wanted to pass you on the front of knowledge with Mercury ruling that sign as well as Gemini means he might have had a very social house I have found sometimes with Virgo means to be quite abusive and like I said with dark side and like it’s end of the signs that not every sign is going to have those attributes, but you need to be aware that you come off is quite abusive, emotionally, passive, aggressive, and almost jealous of other peoples happiness or if this is not the case this is the case with your mother, it can be a very psychic placement.You were taught to be very adaptable for a young age your needs emotionally. You need someone who you can intellectually understand you so when you can have a really good chat with Someone you can bond with on that level, but you say might have a tendency to be an introvert and need your own time you’re not the biggest socialiser ever which is some misconception with Virgos. Virgos can actually suffer with anxiety quite a bit but they might have verbal diarrhoea, if they were brought up in a hectic household they were to self soothe maybe from a young ,age. having this placement, you may have also appreciate where in a conversation and use with as a way to get free things but also you may have a really good sense of humour due to this when it came to hell maybe your mother was over cautious with your health. Maybe you had a lot of health problems or stuff suffered with stomach problems upset stomach or diarrhoea and that comes with the anxiety which rules Virgo and also the stomach. You may find things that are really good for this, such as yoga any kind of exercise, walking or reading, also may have a very good singing voice and may be inclined to the arts of music or playing an instrument. You definitely have the attention span to do so, you may have felt like your mother didn’t encourage you enough at sometimes so you had to do it yourself. Virgo grows up from a very young age and I have noticed this placement moves out of home, very young or to another relatives house and that’s not, Virgo means that’s placements. 

Celebrity placements Sharon Tate,Madonna,Nicki Minaj ,Selma haiak,Blake lively , Jodie foster , Jada pinkett smith ,cab