#!!? little voice messages👏👏👏 !!

[homoangel]

so is anyone gonna talk about the little voice messages dean definitely put on the mixtape?

#??? #lil voice messages? lil hey cas? lil this is your captain speaking? lil this is unquestionably thee best led zeppelin iv song? #lil so i dont know if you remember but once we were driving up to sioux falls this song came on and you said you found it ''very pleasant'' #lil this might be a little on the nose but it reminds me of you because yk angels and all that? #!!? little voice messages👏👏👏 !! #just saying #angelrot

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Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x Idol! Reader

Gojo/Geto x S/o who is a Japanese idol/Singer.

Reader: female/male

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: Gojo xd, some Canon divergent with Geto, mainly set in Star Plasma Vessel Arc, S/o has a ritual technique related to singing, the Idol industry is toxic ASF, fluff.

Main idea i have: You are a student at Jujutsu High, but you work part-time as an Idol (and you take advantage of the bad work environment to exorcise curses)

Satoru Gojo

Of the two, he is the most likely to know about your career as an idol.

When he sees you for the first time at Jujustu High, he looks at you strangely for a long time to try to remember where he knows you from (you look something different without all the production).

but when he finally realizes it, like the FREAK he is, he points it out shouting at Geto, killing him with shame, and you end up meeting your future significant other.

As you may have noticed, he is quite open about your career, probably using the excuse that it is because it is related to your cursed ritual, but the truth is he just wants to show you off xd.

Although of course, if you ask him to stop, he will. But when you see how tiring it can be to have to juggle two jobs at the same time, being a Sorcerer and an Idol nothing more.

If we talk about more advanced terms of relationship, Gojo probably has AT LEAST a small set of your merchandise, AND HE'S GOING TO SHOW IT OFF TO YOU, he just really likes to embarrass you (in an affectionate way).

I have the idea that Gojo couldn't sing even if his life depended on it, so it would be funny if you tried to teach him your technique (which requires SINGING the high notes) and he, wanting to imitate, only comes out with a sound similar to a drowned duck(?)

If you borrow his phone to search for something and look at the playlist, chances are you will find several of your own songs,even the Acapella versions (no instruments, just the voice), in a way it helps him relax a lot, especially when you go on different missions.

I can see him going to see you at one of your concerts, just to embarrass you a little, screaming and making a mess, at first glance he seems like an average Famboy, but he's YOUR average famboy 😅

If he doesn't go to your shows, at least try to cheer you up, either by going directly to your dressing room to lighten things up a bit, even though it ends up being the opposite.

Gojo: YOURE A BAD BITCH!

You:IM A BAD BITCH!

or leaving a voice message so you know you have his support :3 (although the first is more likely)

Moving on to more serious things, Gojo really worries that working in two stressful environments (one much more lethal than the other) will end up screwing up your mental health in the long term.

Even more so when he finds out how toxic the Idols' work environment is.

leaving aside the "debt" with your company (which is covered by those of the institution), the competitive environment, the haters who constantly harass you online (and in real life), the "fans" who rather are sick people who follow you everywhere--

He can't even be publicly physical with you or any kind of PDA! or say that you have a partner, because oh God knows how people would react to that.

It honestly makes him a little sad to see how you break your back to keep both jobs relatively stable, only to have your effort swept under the rug. it frustrates him.

Gojo isn't that worried about your physical appearance (although the outfits you wear to shows are very cute), but he won't let you starve yourself>:( If he eats something, get assured he'll make you eat too.

When he sees that you are having a particularly bad day, first of all he will try to make you feel better by making you laugh, if you refuse, then he will tickle you! or if you want to vent and let out work frustrations, go ahead.

lots 👏of 👏cuddling👏and👏hugs👏

He's just very clingy, and since he can't show much affection outside on the street and has to limit it to home and school, he makes the most of it.

He may or may not offer you some kind of more domestic date, like playing video games and intentionally letting you win, making comments that he knows will lift your spirits.

If we talk about the most current Gojo, it is most likely that you have already retired from the world of Idols, but you are still part of the training industry part-time (actress/actor or something similar).

and also by that time your relationship with Gojo would be more public (to his delight), of course, there was some commotion, but it is the least important when you live in a world with Curses.

aside, honestly, any Stalker/paparazzi you might have had before, he got screwed as soon as he was even on the same block as the two of you, Gojo is just intimidating when he wants to be, and he appreciates his time with you TOO much for someone to come and try to ruin it. (keyword, Try).

Get ready, now that Idol's job is not a problem (something like that), he's going to take the opportunity to have the most ABSURD amount of PDA you can imagine.

hugs, holding hands, you hang on to his arm, his arm around you, kisses, pet names, he has a whole arsenal.

He still really likes listening to you sing, but I especially imagine that he likes you singing to him to sleep, canonically this man doesn't sleep much, so having you sing to him would probably help him sleep much easier.

It's a good way to relax when he's had to deal with the big boys, just laying on your lap, eating something sweet while you sing him one of your songs. a strangely domestic moment.

He even takes off his blindfold to see you when you sing, it's kind of cute.

If you stroke his hair in the process, it's an absolute BONUS.

Even if you end up leaving the singing career completely, Gojo will always, ALWAYS find a way to show it off to his peers (everyone finds him EVEN more annoying than before thanks to this, Even his students, well, minus Itadori maybe).

Overall, find your Idol career endearing.

Suguru Geto

He's less likely to know about you as Idol than Gojo, but you seem familiar to him in a way.

It's not until 1- either Gojo tells him directly that you're an idol or 2- you go on television and he just sees you. both are equally likely (Gojo wouldn't say it right away just to annoy him for a change).

Be that as it may, at first he is much more interested in your Cursed technique related to singing than to your secondary career.

(note: this occurred to me because the musical note "Si" would literally translate into Japanese as "Shi" meaning "death", you could say that this may or may not be part of your cursed ritual, it's interesting).

It's similar to cursed speech, after all. So initially your friendship with him begins out of pure fascination and curiosity about your abilities.

Although of course, your other work does not go unnoticed, Geto honestly believes that it is something ingenious, because initially you would never think to find so much negative energy in a place like the Idol world(people seen as "pure and angelic"), and it turns out to be quite the opposite.

He found you fascinating in many ways, which only piqued his interest more.

Unlike Gojo, Geto is much more focused on your work as a Sorcerer than as an Idol, which doesn't mean he sees it as a bad thing! Not at all, it's just that it can connect with you better with the first more than the second.

Although yes, he also really likes to listen to you sing (without a cursed ritual or not, it doesn't matter, he thinks you sound very good either way). He feels especially proud when you sing him a future song alone.

He just stands there watching you sing and smiles like a fool. It's therapeutic.

Even if he's not as hyped about your work as Gojo, I can definitely see him giving you a lot of compliments when you wear the outfits they give you for the shows, they're so CUTE! And they make you look even more adorable!

He also cares a lot about your health! He always makes sure to have throat medicine nearby (whether outside or on missions) in case of emergencies. Apart from the fact that he wants you to have a healthier weight (by the beauty standards of the Idols, it is quite difficult).

He feels worried when he sees you worried about losing your supposed "extra weight" when the only thing he sees are your ribs☠️

Geto:"lets get you a Burger"

You:"i can't eat tha-"

Geto:"LETS GET YOU A BURGER, I CAN SEE YOUR BONES"

He can, wants and will take you to eat junk food after each mission, and when I say each one, IT'S EVERY ONE. He simply doesn't want you to end up hospitalized for anorexia or worse, faint in the middle of a mission due to lack of nutrients, the possibility scares him a lot.

Aside from the fact that he won't let you feel bad for being a healthy weight, and he won't tolerate anyone saying anything bad about it (unless they wants to see the rainbow dragon, but not in the friendly way).

He was already pretty aware that the idol environment is pretty bad, but hearing it (and in some cases, seeing the consequences) from you directly is a whole new level.

The slave-like schedules, the impossible standards, the "diets" that practically boil down to not eating, the strange people you run into on a daily basis, it honestly surprises him that you can stay like a Sorcerer with how little you eat and sleep.

At least he doesn't have to worry about money, although I still highly doubt he'll let you buy him things at first, he prefers that you give YOURSELF some self-care

Although he is calm knowing that you can handle yourself well, he definitely can't help but get a little angry when he sees your name on some gossip page or something like that.

Unlike Gojo, I think he will directly ask you to leave the Idol job, but with good arguments, and obviously understand if you don't want to leave, after all doing this kind of thing takes YEARS of preparation, it makes sense that you want to continue with the work as much as you can.

especially if you like it.

but he will definitely be more aware of your situation and in general more present in these types of things and not only those related to Jujustu.

You two become a more stable couple, so to speak.

Going forward to the present day, regardless of whether Geto remains in Jujutsu High or turns evil like in canon, the two remain close.

Mimiko and Nanako ABSOLUTELY admire your old work as an idol a lot, like, a lot, especially Nanako. which is quite cute to see, since you give them the same hairstyles that you used to wear in your youth or even singing your old lyrics to them, Geto could die of cuteness right there.

Listening to you sing when he's had a day full of dealing with "monkeys" is the perfect way to end the day sincerely, even if it's just a hum, it practically puts him in a good mood right away.

Unlike Gojo, I think he would also like you to sing as a form of entertainment (if you feel comfortable), like having background noise while he does things, according to the "work better that way." He says, but only wants You to sing SPECIALLY for him.

The family LIVES to hear you sing too, if you are with them while they wait for Geto, Mimiko will probably ask you with puppy eyes to sing them something to kill time. works 9.5/10 of the time.

Like waiting music.

If you're still in the entertainment industry, you two probably take advantage of money from whatever association hires you >:).

IMAGINE HIM COMING TO SEE YOU WITH THE FAMILY IN SOME VIP SESSION! The girls are taking a lot of photos or recording videos (I imagined them doing the Oshi no Ko dance 🤣😅) and simply admiring how the monkeys are idiots and you are unattainable to them

In this case, I don't think it's necessary to say what happens with the paparazzi or stalkers you used to have >:)

if we talk about Teacher! Geto is not very different from Gojo in several aspects, perhaps just a little more insistent on the issue of choosing only ONE job.

I think if you chose to stay as a singer and leave Jujustu's world, he would be VERY relieved in a way, at least he would never have to worry about him losing you to curses, and you know how to defend yourself very well, so the chances of you something bad happens as a singer are low to none.

In short, he will let you do what makes you happy as long as it is healthy and you are in control. He loves you too much to care about your work.

See your career more as an accessory, in a good way, you will always be more interesting ;)

Shares, reglogs, and comments are very welcome!

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Ahhhhh ONE DONE!

I have two Request in waiting, but first i Will try to Write one o two other scenerios that i want to make. Have patience with me :')

I hope You like it!

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Prompt 1. Chimney Soot [A1]

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Delaford Estate

A/N: IT'S THE FIRST OF DECEMBER AND RICKMAS2023 IS STARTING! 😍👏 We're kicking it off with our sweet Colonel Brandon - tbh it feels like a tradition to start with him now 😂👍 - and I'm so, so, so ready for this year's event to unfold. I have so many stories in my head I hope to write this year and there will be more longer fics (several parts) this year if all goes as planned too! IIIIIIIH I'M SO EXCITED!

Thank you for being here and know that no matter at what time you read my fics I always, always, always love to hear from my readers so even if you're here in 2027 don't hesitate to leave comments if you want to 🥰 I hope my writing shenanigans can spread some joy and warmth up until Christmas Eve and I am so THANKFUL to all who has messaged me through the year about being excited for this event - your encouragement means so much! THANK YOU! And let's get this show on the roa-, err, screen! 🤭❤

Tags/TW’s: Mentions [past lashings, past family trauma, lack of family], Hunger, Being Cold, Being lost in life, Old friendships, Being afraid/Feeling fear, “Want/Longing at first sight”, Hidden identity, Running away, Accidental embrace.

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name | Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Word Count: 2.9k+

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Snow flitted toward the ground; little lifeless flakes of frozen water droplets turned to crispy beauty. The first sign of the approach of true winter. You shivered and pulled your tattered cloak closer toward your body while the hem barely reached your ankles. The basket within your grasp was too heavy, the breaths you drew too cold.

Life would soon turn ruthless beyond compare for you. No home, no family, no sanctuary from the biting chill nor the clinging wetness of melting snow resting upon your shivering shoulders. Yet still, you walked on. The only one left in the world who would possibly offer help lived just beyond the hill you shakily climbed while the ground beneath your feet began to turn white.

Miss Mary had been a friend of your mother. The only one remaining after all the years of seclusion crafted by your father. He had always been a man of madness — of possessive rage, and harsh fists. Life, as you knew it, had always been cruel and unkind. From the moment you were able to hold a broom somewhat upright you’d been put to work by the man who created you and no protection had come from the woman who birthed you. May you burn in the fire pits of hell for all the years to come, you thought as you gripped the wicker basket with whitening knuckles.

The wind whipped your hair about, loosening it from both clips and bonnet alike. You lowered your gaze and trudged on, avoiding the flakes endeavouring to stab your eyes as you came to the top of the hill. You took no time to rest, merely following the road down toward the fork where you would take a left and hopefully within no time at all arrive at the estate. Please, please let Mary be there at this time…

The forking of the road came and went, your body turned nearly numb while the wind picked up all around. Then it appeared, like a fairytale castle nestled between old oaks and stretching walls of moss-covered stone. Light flickered in the windows, a warm glow calling out to stave off the encroaching night as the sun said its farewell and abandoned you.

Your feet felt like blocks of ice as you moved up the narrow stone steps at the back of the building, where servants entered the estate unseen by its owners and guests. You reached out and knocked, your frozen hand feeling the echo of the impact yet the numbness made you wonder if perhaps you’d merely graced the old wood.

The door opened a moment later, a wave of warmth from within flooding you for a second. “Yes?” said the older gentleman while holding a candle up to shed light upon your harrowed face. “Sir, I am Miss Y/n Y/l/n,” you began with a shake to your voice as you shivered profusely. “Does Miss Mary still hold a position in this household?” you enquired while raising your gaze toward the man who seemed somewhat friendly, there was no glare of distaste in his eyes at the very least. “Oh, she does, are you a friend of hers, Miss Y/l/n?” “My mother was, I do not know if she remembers me very well though.” “Well, step inside, Sir Brandon would be most unhappy about keeping a woman out in the cold while waiting,” the man continued and you scrunched your eyebrows, you were not sure who Sir Brandon was beyond being the owner of the estate and a colonel.

The man walked off in a quick stride while you stood just inside the door. You were too cold and wet for the warmth in the servants’ entrance hall to be of any real use to you so you kept shivering while remaining in your wet clothes which still had little flakes of snow stuck in the fibres.

“Goodness me,” a familiar voice said on a gasp. Miss Mary appeared in the doorway with her hand pressed against her chest in something you could only describe as shock. “Miss Mary,” you said with a quiver to your voice. “I’m sorry for appearing in such a manner, without an invitation nor a word of my arrival beforehand,” you continued quietly while you tried your utmost to hold on to the basket while your numb fingers ached with the prickling of needles as the warmth slowly began to thaw you. “Y/n, dear oh dear,” she whispered as she walked up to you, a sweet worry half visible in her features that had you sigh a deep breath of relief.

***

When morning came you were warm and comfortable for the first time since early summer. You hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in months and the rest had done wonders even if your entire body still ached from the backbreaking work you had managed to procure in recent times.

You wasted no time getting up and dressed. Just as you secured your tattered bonnet a knock came from the door. You opened it only to find Miss Mary with a bundle of neatly folded clothes in her arms, a warm smile tinted with worry gracing her lips.

“These are for you, dear,” she said and stepped inside before you closed the door behind her. “Master Brandon is a fine gentleman and I spoke to him on your behalf, you now hold a position here at Delaford.” You blinked at her words, unable to fully grasp them, or the ease she spoke of her master with. You had yet to meet a kind master; your doubt of the man was not unfounded but not supported either.

“I have work? Here? With you?” you asked, dubious but also relieved beyond measure. Grateful for Miss Mary’s kindness. “Not with me, dear. I am one of five housemaids, I am sectioned to the upper west quarters. I have procured you work as a scullery maid, Cook is a strict woman but fair. She sees hard work and those who do their due diligence under her are rewarded thusly. You will also keep the main fireplace in order, sorting the coal and wood stocking, sweeping the ashes, and polishing the spark guard. Mrs Thatch is old of age and struggles with this task of her allocated quarters, hence it now falls to you,” Miss Mary said, rattling it all off with precision while moving about in your newly acquired room — tugging at the faded curtains, straightening a pillow. The familiarity with her mannerisms and speech was a comfort to you, remembering it from many years ago when you had been but a tiny child.

“Thank you, Miss Mary.” She nodded at you with her tight but kind smile. “Miss Mary,” she said quietly, “been many years since I was called that.” “Oh?” “It’s Mrs Garber now, Y/n. And, as I’m sure you are aware, you are below my station and hence will call me by that name from now on. I shall call you by your first name, as is practice.” You nodded at her words, they weren’t spoken harshly, just in a no-nonsense sort of way.

“Well, Mrs Garber, thank you for all of this. I will do my absolute best so you’re pleased and stay in good grace with the master.” “Oh, I do not doubt it. Now, change into your new clothes after you’ve bathed, you reek of street and dirt. We cannot have that.” You blushed deeply. “I shall do so instantly.” “The kitchen is to the left of where you entered yesterday, you will find your way to Cook on your own?” You nodded and smiled at the kind woman before she left the room with another smile aimed at you.

***

Mrs Garber had been right. Cook was a strict woman, ruling her kitchen with a sense of urgency to everything. But you managed to keep up, managed to not be in the way while doing your tasks around the others flying about with spoons, pots, pans, chopping boards, and all types of food going from one part of the kitchen to another in a flurry.

You were putting back a giant pot you’d just scrubbed to an inch of its life — making the iron nearly shine in the dim light — when Cook told you to pay attention. It was first then you noticed the little bell to your right (one among many) was chiming gently. You wiped your hands, stowed away the rag, and grabbed one of the coal baskets before leaving the hectic kitchen behind. With the heavy basket in a tight grip you silently, stealthily, moved through the estate toward the main part where you’d order the fireplace as the little bell indicated needed doing.

The room was grand, with large pillars lining the walls in stony white and shining floors reflecting the warm glow of the chandelier high above. You did your best to keep to the outskirts, blending in as well as you could with the environment despite there not being anyone in the room. You picked up the pace, sat the heavy basket by the fireplace, and got to work clearing out the old ashes after placing a sheet beneath to protect the flooring.

After emptying everything, sweeping the last bit of dust out, and wiping the grills you leaned in to inspect the stone — making sure there was nothing left — only to look up and see a whole clogging of soot just beyond reach from your seated position. Oh, fabulous… That’ll take me up the chimney to clean. You sighed deeply and grabbed the poker next to the fireplace before crawling inside the fireplace to reach the clogging. T his hasn’t been cleaned in ages.

You squinted, aiming for the clog, only to halt mid-motion. You grabbed your handkerchief and tied it around your face to not inhale whatever was about to come down on you. You grabbed the poker anew, aimed, and jabbed at the nearly rock-hard piece. It took three hard jabs before you broke through the exterior and the heavens rained down soot and ashes atop you.

You didn’t have time to turn away, to back out of the tight space, or even cover your face before you were covered in grey and black. Glorious, perfect, now I’ll be dragging dust and soot all through the house! Mrs Garber will be scolded for making the master hire such a travesty for a scullery maid. I’ll be out on the streets again… Your thoughts swirled while your eyes watered as you kept working on clearing the clogging, you were already a complete mess of chimney soot either way, why not spare the others the suffering if you were already to be scolded for messing up the newly swabbed floors. Your hand fisted, but you resisted the urge to hit the hard surface around you in the tight space, breaking your hand would do nobody any good.

“I believed Santa Claus to be a red-dressed man,” came the most delicious, gravely voice. It echoed all around you in the tight space as your entire body froze. “It seems, I was mistaken,” the man continued and it sounded as if he were even closer. You looked down only to see the most handsome face peering up at you from below.

Your eyes widened, your mouth agape under the handkerchief as you took in the sweet smile, the flowy hair, the hooked nose and gentle eyes. “You are not the mysterious man of Christmas, are you, miss?” he asked and your knees trembled in secret — hidden behind your drab dress that used to be white with a black apron, it was now all grey. You managed to shake your head though, and he chuckled. The sweetest sound ever to grace your ears, amplified by the echo of the chimney you stood in.

“Miss, I believe this is the work of a chimney man, a sweeper.” “I-, I-, Sir, it was clogged,” you managed to say, even if it came out muffled. “I was cleaning the hearth, saw the clog and thought I ought to take care of it. It’s-, it’s a fire hazard. I wouldn’t-, wouldn’t want the grand colonel’s house to burn down, Sir.” “The colonel?” he asked, tilting his head, or, well, he tilted his head further — how was he even looking up at you? He must be bent most awkwardly. “Yes, Sir. The colonel who saw fit to hire even a scullery maid such as I,” you said. “Mrs Garber professes him to be a most wonderful master. I’ve yet to meet the man, but I dare say I shan’t have such a pleasure after the mess I’ve caused… Sir,” you replied in a near ramble, flustered by how the man peered at you most gently. Sweeter on the eyes than any man you’d ever witnessed before. The red coat with golden details you could just hint from his shoulder complimented his skin, his hooked nose was oddly beautiful paired with his strong cheekbones and thin lips.

“A wonderful master, you say, miss?” “Yes, Sir. Mrs Garber told me so.” “Will you step out of the chimney, this position hardly warrants for decent conversation, miss.” “S-sir, I am not one for you to hold decent conversations with, I’m merely a scullery maid.” He chuckled at that, again sending trembles through your already weak knees. “Miss, out of the chimney, if you please,” he said but his voice was gentle and calm, almost a hint of something warm to it. “We shall order a sweeper to visit, you ought not feel the need to take on such a task.”

The man disappeared from the chimney, making you realise his head had been right by those trembling legs of yours, far too close for decency but that was due to the lack of space of course. You drew a steadying breath and began to crouch, backing out of the fireplace with minuscule motions so as not to make the dust flare up. Your foot found the edge of the raised stone and you tried not to turn around too quickly even if your heart hammered at the prospect of seeing the gentleman fully.

You stood up too quickly. Your head banged the edge of the mantel, your other foot stepped right on the edge of the plateau, your trembling knees wobbled and you stumbled out onto to polished floor — your arms flailing, your dress swirling while spreading dust all over. No, no, no! You headed toward the floor in a dusty mess when the man caught you up, his strong body firmly pressed against yours as he took your weight with ease, not even faltering a single step at the sudden impact.

His hands squeezed around your waist, the warmth of his skin penetrating the two layers of fabric almost instantly while a tingle, unlike any other, shot through you. Your hands had grabbed his biceps, strong and unyielding beneath your palms. You blinked rapidly to clear the soot from your lashes while tilting your head only to find him peering down at you with those gentle eyes — a curiosity within them.

“Sir, I’m terribly sorry,” you exhaled shakily as he helped you straighten. Your eyes flickered away from him only to find a literal imprint of dust over his front, outlining you. “I’m terribly, terribly, terribly sorry,” you rushed out in a mere breath as you backed away from him, bowed and your eyes on the polished boots he wore. “Miss, are you well?” he asked while taking a step toward you. “Oh, I’ve made a mess of you, Sir,” you whispered while thoughts of being back out on the street swam through your head in a sea of fear and worry. Surely, the colonel will cast me out, making a mess of a guest of his. A guest so kind and sweet to boot too.

“The floors!” came a shrill old voice from behind you. “Maid! What have you done to the floo— And the colonel! ” the voice shrieked. Your eyes widened, your entire body draining of the warmth his gentle eyes and thunderously gravely voice had inflected upon it. The colonel? You wished to curl up right then and there, to disappear completely. “I’m-, I’m-, I’m so terribly sorry, Sir-, Colonel,” you squeaked, desperate to keep your tears from running down your soot-covered cheeks. It was useless. The clicking of servant heels from behind you, the nearly scrutinizing eyes from the man before you, the shaking of your shoulders, and the lack of breath in your lungs all had you in a vice grip of fear. Last time you left a stain on polished floors you’d endured four lashings over your naked hands. Hands you were now gripping tightly before you, wringing them and spreading the now moist soot all over them.

You couldn’t stay there. You had already made such a mess, made a fool of yourself, and created problems for the very man who employed you — probably out of pity, or worse because Mrs Garber stuck out her neck for you. You did the only thing you could do. You bowed as deep as your body would allow and just as the other servant with the shrill voice reached your side you bolted — spreading dust all around while running towards the kitchens to get to your room where you’d change into your own clothes and leave before any lashing could be given.

“Miss!” came that thunderous voice. “Miss, wait!” he called in a rush that managed to stroke your spine, within your skin. The most pleasurable sound you’d ever heard came from the man who employed you and whose clothes and floors you had just darkened with chimney soot and ashes — as if you were tarnishing the man himself with your very presence in his grand estate.

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: THE FIRST FIC OF RICKMAS2023! 😍👏 Oh I hope you enjoyed this little introduction to this yeas event - as you've probably noticed I am using a system of numbers and letters to make it easier to find which fics that belong to each other this year, I hope it'll be of help as I have hopes for doing several longer fics with several parts this year.

Anyway, I hope you're ready for another December of fan-derful reading, darling! 👏❤ Please do say hello in the comments if you want to, and as I've noticed it's sometimes difficult to know what to comment or find the courage to do so without any prompting I'm promoting you from the very beginning! 🥰

MERRY RICKMAS DARLINGS! 💚

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[mysticalfairylamb]

Astrology Observations!!!

Musicians with water in their chart who make love songs , s3x vibes, or just songs for emotions specifically sadness hit different , and hit deep!!! Ex: Drake, Rhianna, Olivia Rodrigo, SZA, Doja cat ( scorpio venus ), the weeknd ( scorpio moon ), Billie Eilish ( pisces moon ), Ariana Grande , Selena Gomez ( I know more so of her old music like the heart wants what it wants, etc. ), Ari Lennox ( Cancer asc, moon at scorpio degree, mercury pisces degree), < i think it’s estimated. Summer walker ( Cancer asc) < i think one website says sag asc the other says cancer you get it though . Michael Jackson, Pisces moon Pisces ASC.

Musicians with air in their chart have such HUGE influence in the music community and in the public eye. Ex: Kendrick Lamar, Kanye West, Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dog, The Weeknd, Doja Cat, Olivia Rodrigo ( libra moon ), Nicki Minaj ( aquarius asc ), etc. Even besides music air signs just are so known and receive SO much attention to the point where it would be kinda shocking if someone DIDN’T know who they are. like Kim K for example, Marilyn Monroe, etc. Air sign energy makes IMPACT 👏👏👏

Taurus moons tend to hold back on what they wanna say, find more comfort speaking up on their needs & wants if someone else already announced they have the same needs & wants. Some of chillest people I’ve came across. Their moon is also in my 1H. Can be pretty introverted and to themselves , the types to not show out & show off for attention , also may have trouble being direct & assertive. can come off super introverted and to themselves , sometimes may even come off secretive or mysterious cause of how closed off they are. The type you just wanna ask questions to, to find more about. What’s the truth type of question. 🤣 They hold water about themselves and it’s not easy for them to crack !!! They mask emotions well too.

MUTABLE moons and their laughs , pisces stands out the most to me. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Pisces mercurys can say the most random stuff during conversation , we can be talking about clothes then a couple seconds later “ Do you think dinosaurs even EXISTED? “ Funny ash though to see how our minds process things, can say random outbursts too, random noises, say something completely off topic. The fishy’s mind IS SWIMMING 😚😚💜

Taurus venus have really gorgeous voices and don’t like to yell a lot. I haven’t met a taurus venus who screams like a maniac. In arguments their voices probably have little to no hostility in it , or anger. Check mars sign too. Anyone I know with a taurus venus has a fire mars but they really don’t be loud. It’s very interesting 🧡🧡

Why are Gemini ASC , placements, either so nosy, messy, or they can’t hold their tongue back & gotta keep it real. Which i’m not surprised because mercury is the planet of messages & communication. Gemini/ mercury energy can get a bit messy & gossipy. Mercury is the planet of talk talk talk. It is pretty stereotypical but literally every gemini placement i’ve met INSTIGATES in arguments, or is like “ oooooou “ , it’s SOMETHING WITH THEM 🤣🤣🤣 whether it’s in public or in private but one thing about my good gemini placements is they ready to get down when it’s TIME. 🤣

Libra risings are so tall and slim. Especially with their sun being an earth sign.

Scorpio Venus and their seductive , HEAVILY sensual, “ I’m the best & everyone wants to kiss me “ music. Embracing that wild sexy feminine energy. Ex: Doja Cat, Nelly Furtado.

Aquarius moons just need a hug deep down, they probably will never admit it cause the way they just neutrally mask their emotions but trust they got a lot going on inside & can use work to distract themselves or to feel more productive.

Y’all !!! Watch out for the people who’s sun falls into your 7th, 12H!!!! Seriously, people don’t be lying when they say they the ones who be talking or plotting. Be safe & be AWARE ☺️

Scorpio placements and their tolerance to physical pain.

Scorpio energy & Psychology JUST GO ALONG.

Leo risings in whole sign have cancer in their 12H, these folks probably deal with their emotions and family issues on their own. Too complex or messy to talk about with just anyone sometimes .

Dear water venus <3 ( PISCES VENUS 111% ) please stop making false situations in your head I know you admire them and love them but sometimes always seeing the best in people only sabotages you. Yes, they have potential but where are they at NOW. In real life, in reality what’s the situation , stop convincing yourself other wise bby. ❤️

Squared Mercurys in synastry during arguments are so stubborn. Can end up going DAYS without talking after the argument from tension & the heat still being turnt up.

Practice embodying your solar return chart placements , i have an aquarius stellium and aquarius ASC and since practicing embodying the traits of aquarius since it’s super significant to me , i’ve been gaining tons of followings and views/likes on my social media platforms. Plus for me practicing the energy of the cosmos aligns me more with the universe , with my natal , solar return & persona.

Sun in the 12H can be confused about their personality , aesthetic , and being in stable in their “ presentation “ of themselves . Get told “ You don’t act like you’re a * enter sun sign * “. Sometimes these folks don’t feel like their sun sign either and resonate more with something else in their chart, or even don’t feel like ANYTHING 🤣🤣🤣 This doesn’t mean they’ll never feel stable in their identity but this is something they could struggle with in life at som point.

6H can show our animals , how our animals are with us, our bonds with our animals, and how people view our animals .

Detriment / Fall placements aren’t tragedy, domicile / Exalt placements aren’t heaven. 🤣

If you don’t feel like your natal chart, check your persona chart !!! I’m a Leo stellium in persona chart and everything in my persona resonates with me. I am a pisces stellium natal so that could be another reason why EVERYTHING resonates with me , feeling the emotions , and shapeshifting internally. Pisces isn’t just water BABY PISCES MUTABLE ALSAAKKAKA.

Wanna know someone’s Venus sign? Observe the colors that look really good on them or that they often wear. Mutable Venus may be a bit more harder to pinpoint. Also may cause confusion on the persons sun sign.

Venus/2H/7H can show the tattoo style someone likes. Or the placement/ body part. of the tattoo I’m a Scorpio 7H and I used to be attracted to crow tattoos, very dark , symbolic tattoos that have a story behind it. My moms a Sag 7H and has traveled good distances for her tattoos. My brothers a taurus venus and has a throat tattoo, taurus rules tongue, tonsils etc. My other brothers a Leo Venus and has a tattoo on his upper back of his zodiac sign, something that has to do with himself. 🤣

11H can show the genre of movies someone likes to watch. Check degree too, and whole sign. Or how they are when watching a movie, the scenes that stand out to them or make impact to them.

Gemini mars energy is very raw when they are irritated. Even when we’re quiet , our faces , tone our whole EXPRESSION shows. Get stimulated by hand activities , ( may apply to other air mars too ) cross word puzzles , video games, games that have to do with hand & eye in union. Check degree & house too.

Thank you for reading my loves !!! Feedback & constructive criticism is welcomed ! Please don’t be a d!ck. ❤️❤️❤️

#astro notes #astro observations #beginner #scorpio #pisces #cancer #astrology #libra rising #zodiac #sun signs #taurus #gemini #saggitarius #venus

[somnefarious]

I've decided it may be best to do asks a little differently - I'll still be answering them of course, because I appreciate the messages, but I'll present them a little more concisely in one post after collecting them together so that there won't be as much to scroll through whenever I work my way through my inbox. For asks where I'll have longer or more in depth answers, I'll still plan to post those separately.

tldr for the answers under the cut: Favorite hypnotic tools - dumbed down - catboy hypnosis - straight jackets - nagas - Bees - personal questions - kind messages

I'm not too picky when it comes to tools - I think a lot of the fun of hypnosis is finding new and creative ways to lead someone into trance, in real life or fictionally. If I had to choose though, I think the basics are my favorite - eye contact, a soothing voice, finger movements if need be, drawing on the focus and concentration of the subject. Can't go wrong with the classics.

I'm a fan - though I think of it more as not being allowed to access one's thoughts more than a literal decreasing of a character/person's intelligence. Like, they know the right answers somewhere inside of their head, but when they go to retrieve them the trance forces their thoughts to drift off, pulled away from coming up with the answers or making sense of the situation they're in and left in a fuzzy and confused state of mind. There's something about that that is so indicative of what hypnosis is or can be, and that's very cute to me.

Haha, most hypnosis to create a catboy is good 👏 next question

I can't say I have much of an opinion on them, to be honest. As a form of restraint to either aid the sensation of a trance or prevent the escape from one, I think they're fine. But I view them as pretty similar to most other forms of restraint (though I do have a favorite, and that's usually coils).

Although, if I think about it specifically in the case of a magician about to do an escape act only to get caught halfway through and hypnotized by a passing hypnotist, I think there's some better potential there than using it regularly as just a forced restraint on another person. There's something fun about the idea of a person presenting themselves in a trap of their own making to a hypnotic passerby who couldn't pass up on a good opportunity.

No, no regular predator instincts, at least not in the ones that I create. It would be based less on a biological instinct and more on each individual one's personality. Some prefer having their prey come to them willingly for a mutually beneficial hypnotic relationship. Others like to chase their prey down, with some specifically liking to play cat and mouse, catching and releasing the same prey in a chase that devolves further and further into fractionation the longer the hunt lasts. Others prefer to catch their prey unawares and dote on them once they're under, leaving them none the wiser once they wake up. Some only use hypnosis as a means of escape and survival. There are likely possibilities for more options other than those, but yeah, depends on each naga.

A person would be able to breathe in the honey pretty comfortably, though they wouldn't be able to stay conscious for long (if at all).

If a human was immune, the bees likely wouldn't be able to understand and would continue trying to assimilate them in the honey. As a last ditch effort, they have a method of closing off individual honey cells to try and 'incubate' a person longer. Even if a person is immune to the assimilation properties of the honey, very few are resistant to it's sedative effects, and even fewer are fully immune. Even if they didn't become a bee, most would eventually at least succumb to sleep inside of the honey cell. If an immune person was ever caught, they'd likely be stuck in the cell until they were rescued or whenever the bees were defeated and the Hive started to break down.

The only task that the drones have are to take care of the Queen bee, manage the honey and the Hive, and go out to recruit new bees. The Queen and the bees don't really have a driven goal in mind - similar to actual bees, their main goal is solely to live together, produce honey, and expand their home if need be.

Thank you - I post most of the finished art pieces I do on Twitter, Tumblr, and deviantArt, so most of what you'll see here outside of a couple doodles will also be on my dA.

For commissions, I'm not sure. Possibly. But if I do, it likely won't be for a while. Before the break I ended up burning myself out a little bit, so for now I'd like to focus on drawing what I would like to draw.

As always, thank you for the kind messages 👋

#somn reply #I didn't want to fill up other's dashes too much wheneve I go through answering asks #but if there's a preference for the way I answered asks before feel free to let me know

[macabrecake]

>:) you're texting with Leon while he's out of the house (maybe errands or had to go to a meeting) and you accidentally text him "i wanna fuck" instead of "i wanna duck" and he replies "I'll be home in ten, be ready for me" JABSJWWIE BUT YALL ARE ROOMIES 👀👀👀

HAHAHHAHAHA BET THAT'S FUCKING GENIUS 👏😭

It was a simple misspell you swear to God, you were merely too excited to tell your roommate Leon about how there's a store nearby that's selling ducks. Which was something you've always dreamed of having. You couldn't wait until he got home to tell him so you texted him instead.

But you were just ONE letter off.

You actually screamed a little when you witnessed your mistake too late. Watching in horror as it went from sent, to delivered...

And then read.

Please just let the ground swallow you up right now, if this is the universe's way of playing a joke you're not amused in the slightest. Your heart sinks when you see the three dots. He's typing.

Your fingers work quickly, trying to explain you didn't mean to say that. Only to nearly choke on air at the response he sends back.

"I'll be home in ten, be ready for me."

Deadass...? Is something you would say but you're too busy trying to climb out of your shocked stupor. Mouth hanging open slightly while rereading the message once, twice, ten more times. Is he for real? It's hard to read tone in text. You won't lie at all when you say you had the hots for your roomie for a good long while now, which you always kept to yourself since you never knew if he felt the same way or not. Leon Scott Kennedy was drop dead handsome- sterling blue eyes framed by shiny golden hair that appears so soft to the touch, his voice deep and smooth like the finest whiskey he drinks.

And you just know he's fucking huge.

You don't say anything, instead opting to simply set your phone down and 'get ready' just to see if that's really where your evening is going to go very soon. So you didn't get a duck but...

Mission failed successfully.

#on god I was laughing so hard as I was typing this #lyn i love your brain 💕 #leon kennedy #resident evil #re6 leon #cause I'm still a hoe for him #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #nsfw??? #you're not getting a duck #but leon is definitely getting a pussy #cat

[haryuwu]

🪞 Twisted Wonderland | Le Mirage

Author's Note: Chapter 4 is reached! Pachipachipachiiii 👏 I'm still writing chapter 5 so please do be patient with me. Again thank you for the reblogs, I really appreciate a little help to spread my fic! I'll post something about it soon (´;ω;｀)

The Prefect and Grim, just recently, exited the Hall of Mirrors from checking the dorms of Ignihyde and Diasomnia and notifying its respective housewardens. Although both are occupied on their own activities in which the Prefect and Grim couldn’t disturb them from. 

“I can’t really tell if they’re taking the preparation seriously compared to the other dorms we visited first…Was the Saintess not worth preparing for?” Grim stated in a disappointed tone as he described how the housewarden of Ignihyde has been doing. 

Ortho Shroud, Idia’s younger brother, explained to them that he was told to tell anyone who asks for him a serious reason about his brother’s whereabouts. 

Everyone knew he had never set his foot out of his room for quite a long while after the incident with Styx. So, he came up with an excuse that his current state has not been too good and that he is grinding all day to get his favorite character’s SSR card from a shoujo anime based game that has recently released a new season.

Although, Idia could’ve just said that as not an excuse to not see them as they already understand how much of a shut-in he already is and how important it is for him to be such a simp to his favorite character. He even had the time to send a message to Ortho via voicemail that he doesn’t want to attend the Ball of the Evening as he thought it is like a social gathering and he might faint if he does meet the Saintess. 

This is how it went…

[Flashback] 

"Hello, Prefect of Ramshackle dorm and Grim! Are you here to see my older brother? I have to stop you here because he can't see anyone right now," Ortho with his usual jolly robotic voice greeted them in the hallway. It seems that he has been expecting their arrival at their dorm and waited there to pass a message as well.

"Hey, Ortho! We came here to notify you guys, but what's up with Idia?" Grim ran towards Ortho who had been floating at the corner and greeted back with a question.

"Ah, I came here prepared for that exact question! Big bro provided me voice recorded mails for you to listen in and get your answers," with a flick of a finger, a hologram showed up in front of them with an icon of a play button. Ortho tapped on that button, playing an audio of a tired male's voice.

"You might've been wondering why I have to record this when I just have to tell you guys upfront-"

"But that's a hard NOPE for that. There’s no way I’m going out just to do that so yeah, anyway…" The two glanced at each other as they continued to listen to the recorded audio file.

"First off…I hate social gatherings, as you all probably already know, so showing my face to the event would straight up be out of the question."

"Maybe showing up to meet the Saintess here at our dorm won't be that bad but I can't guarantee—like a guaranteed pity—it might land on soft pity though, that I'll be physically be there considering that I already know exactly who the Saintess looks like," the Prefect and Grim's eyes widened when Idia had mentioned that he had already seen the Saintess. 

But it wasn't clarified if he saw her in person or by stumbling upon an image that was secretly provided through the internet. This is when Ortho tapped the pause button as he caught on both of their surprised faces.

"Big bro and I have seen her before! She's already a well known influencer from the Magicam app."

"She was selected to voice a ghost maiden who was trapped inside a mirror that obeys anyone to answer their inquiries. It's an upcoming anime this month and we can't wait to watch it soon!" Thinking about another bonding time with his older brother, Ortho gleefully described the character in full detail. Yet he has to stop himself from babbling unnecessary information making him digress from the topic. 

"Ah, I've spoken too much. Let's skip the voice audio from 5:13 to 1:08:30! It seemed as though my brother spilled a lot of unintentional spoilers between those timestamps…"

"The audio he sent was an hour long?!"

[End of Flashback]

The prefect and Grim couldn't get any other details from the Shroud brothers other than their gushing about the most awaited anime series. This may have taken more than 30 minutes of their time, but they obtained new information about the Saintess being one of the top ranking influencers just like Vil Schoenheit and Neige LeBlanche.

"So she's like a famous voice actress or an idol? I don't really get what type of job they do, but that must be cool!" While walking down the hallway, two familiar students from Diasomnia stepped out of the room while carrying boxes with the use of magic. One of them is very insistent on returning back to their dorm as soon as possible. 

On the other hand the one tailing them from behind is trying to calm their nerves from creating havoc. Although his complexion is beginning to give the Prefect an idea that he's about to faint from exhaustion. 

"Silver and Sebek! What are you guys doing out here?" As usual, Grim loudly greeted them from across the hall, waving his little paw in the air.

The silver haired boy turned their way when he heard Grim's echoing voice from afar. "Ah, it’s you two…We were just about to head back and bring these decorations to the dorm as fa…Lilia instructed."

Looking at the large box Silver is carrying, some pieces of cloth are spilling out of the edge. Sebek caught the top cloth from the box Silver’s carrying from falling off when Silver began losing his strength to balance the box's weight in his arms. 

"All I see are a bunch of blankets…”

“I STILL DON'T APPROVE OF THIS IDEA!" Sebek yelled in displeasure, causing the two to wince from the ringing sound of their ears.

"What theme did you guys even come up with? A pajama party?" Considering the amount of blankets and additional fabric, Grim assumed that they’ll topple all of it to form a large fluffy bed.

"Huh! Not quite! And your guess is ridiculous. There's no way that our lordship would hold a lousy human party. Only Silver would enjoy such a thing," Sebek loudly yelled to keep Silver awake beside him while declaring his strong disapproval of their plans for the visiting hour of the Saintess.

"Sebek…Lilia and our housewarden had an agreement about this. There's nothing we can do about it," Silver sluggishly rubbed his eye while mumbling his explanation. "Besides, they knew how terribly bright the Saintess was."

"...What do those blankets have to do with her being bright?" Silver stalled in his words. Even Sebek could not explain it since he knew little about her. "Well…I was told she's similar to a star. Her glow never dies even in broad daylight or any light that reaches her. These blankets will be used to prevent any light showers."

"It may be already dim inside Diasomnia, but even the tiniest flame of a candle can make her reflect light." That was an exaggeration, right? It’s hard to tell from the way Silver looks while explaining a strange description of the Saintess. This specific description probably came from Lilia himself. Grim groaned due to the ridiculousness. Perhaps it was a metaphor that a small cat could not comprehend right away. 

Grim could only groan and glare at nothing after being called a cat through this narrative. The writer wishes not to disrespect the characters despite their race and status—but only for the sake of adding more sentences in this paragraph.

"Silver, let's return to the dorm now! You've shared enough insights with them today. Let's go!" As impatient as he is, Sebek grabbed Silver and started taking big strides after bidding them farewell.

“That’s one strange way to describe the Saintess, don’t you think so?” The Prefect could only sigh shortly. They are unsure if this information would be helpful to get to know the Saintess. The Prefect could only hope the said Saintess isn’t as blindingly bright as the largest sun of the solar system. Should they consider getting a pair of sunglasses? 

“Let’s just go to the headmage and tell him we’re done passing the message,” Grim agreed before resuming to head towards the headmage’s office. 

The office is just a few walks away and yet it feels as though the hallways get longer and longer. Each step they take, the floor gets stretched like rubber. No…the hallway seems to reflect the path behind them and yet the door of the headmage's office remained unreachable from a distance. 

Grim begins to sense something fishy in this kind of predicament. Has someone activated a spell? Is this some sort of prank? Unlikely—They have never encountered anyone who can manipulate someone’s vision, let alone hear someone cite a spell to perform such terrifying magic.

“Hey, what’s going on?!” As Grim exclaimed, something bright bursts out of the headmage’s office. The two barely avoided the running bolt of light and could only grab on the nearest pillar of the hall. Waiting for the force of the wind to calm, the strange light escaped and disappeared like a bubble.

“W-What was that…?” Still in a process of recollecting themselves, the two eventually went for a run to consult the headmage regarding what they have recently experienced.

Upon pushing the door open, the headmage whose current state is strangely haggard stood there, unbothered. The papers fluttered down all over his table down to the floor. Perhaps the cause came from the light that surprised them earlier. Yet his unfazed grin is evident behind the beak of his mask as soon as he caught the sight of the two arriving at a perfect time. “Oh joy! I presume that you have finally sent the message to our housewardens?” welcomed by the headmage, he immediately tried to fix his hat and hair.

“Yes, we have—but can we talk about what just happened earlier?!” The two explained that something bizarre occurred at the halls on their way to the headmage’s office. Grim’s point of view might’ve been an exaggeration as the light was twice his size. 

"Now, now—I'm sure you have a lot of questions but I'd prefer it if you could tone it down," Casting a spell to reorganize the papers from the floor, the headmage hummed as more questions followed after his statement. He eventually groaned in disbelief before telling the two to come closer.

"The light you just saw…could you guess who it was?" Who? That thing? That ball of light—that was a ‘who’? Who would’ve thought that it’s a person. As if a cat got their tongues, not Grim, Crowley sighed in disappointment as he was anticipating an answer from the two may it be a ridiculous one. Alas, he couldn’t get a single sound out of them in which he decided to give them a hint.

“No? Nothing at all? And here I thought you had been gathering useful information during the errand I have given you,” He shook his head before resuming, “Then how about this, a clue will be generously given to you by yours truly and because I’m so kind, I’ll let Grim join the Ball of the Evening if you guessed right.” Wide grins were slowly forming on their faces because of this condition. Although, the Prefect isn’t so confident to give the answer so they let Grim answer this one.

And so, the headmage began to clear his throat as he stated the promised clue. “This person’s related to mirrors. You may have seen something bizarre outside my office earlier, no?” That’s right…an unsettling magic cast upon the hallway does resemble how a mirror reflects what stands before it. What’s even more peculiar was that their reflection was not apparent—supposed the hallway was only affected by the spell. But who could cast such an overwhelming spell in the first place?

“I haven’t seen that kind of magic around…was it someone’s signature spell?” Grim asked the Prefect, however, they could only give him a shrug. Even if they searched for them, there were no students who could use a spell similar to that nor someone related to mirrors. Well, students of Pomefiore do use mirrors most of the time but it isn’t magic related.

Wait…Could it be…? 

There’s only one name that popped up into their minds. There’s no doubt, it must be them! “Maybe…it was one of the Mirages?” As soon as a familiar name was uttered, the headmage began to applaud as he showed them his satisfactory smile. He felt even more proud that his school teaches his students well that it must have paid off. Soon, NRC will take the lead if this continues! 

“Was it…the Saintess, headmage Crowley?” An even wider smile, they must’ve gotten the bingo already. But what could be the reason for the Saintess’ sudden visit? And leaving a large mess at that. 

“You guessed it right! Well, it is already an obvious answer to begin with. Nonetheless, I had a thought you might have a hard time guessing without a hint since the two of you barely have enough knowledge regarding other powerful mages. But I digress!” 

“But what could possibly be the reason she visited your office? It wasn’t even the time for her to arrive at school…” A very good question indeed. It would take days to travel from Shaftlands to NRC, yet it is also possible to arrive here much faster with the use of a certain gadget.

There’s only one family who owns such a thing for traveling purposes. Are they perhaps well acquainted? 

A lot of thoughts rushed all at once into the Prefect’s mind. They knew Rook just recently heard of the Saintess and news of her arriving at the Isle of Sages has yet to be announced. “Since you’re that curious, I at least need to share what has been weighing on my mind.”

“Please know that you must not share this to anyone else or else I’ll change my mind for making Grim join us in the Ball of the Evening!” The two agreed as they waited for his explanation. Going back to his seat and putting the documents on his table aside, his tone suddenly turned serious as he spoke out what he had recently heard from the Saintess. 

“‘I insist on canceling the event’—was what she said. I do wonder why she was so desperate to ask for something her parents and this school has arranged for her,” The headmage continuously grumbled as he seemed genuinely displeased of what the Saintess had demanded him to do. 

“Of course, I refused naturally. This is to celebrate her taking over her ancestor’s role!” It would truly be a shame to step down for an unexplained reason why she must get the event canceled. 

However, what comes next has left an even more wavering feeling within the office.

“And to my dismay, she asked for a request as the member of Mirage that I did not expect to hear,” staring at the Prefect and Grim without blinking, the headmage slowly worded, “If I tell you I foresaw something terrifying that might put your college to a grave predicament…as the headmage, would you simply doubt this ability I inherited since birth?” 

An ability that is considered powerful for a mage to possess…an ability that is said to be confidential, one that matches god’s power yet may be frowned upon by many—a soothsayer.

“Dire Crowley, headmage of Night Raven College…despite my position to be named as the Saintess, I swear that my eyes are incapable of fabricating the future!” 

To Be Continued

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#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst oc #louise von mirage #twst ortho #ortho shroud #idia shroud #twst silver #twst sebek #sebek zigbolt #twst crowley #dire crowley #fan fic #lulu lore #twst fic series #le mirage

[mccoys-killer-queen]

All my comments on the Styx: Caught In the Act tape

I'm SO glad i bought this tape

Tommy on my TV screen hits so different 👁️👄👁️

again, I wanna know what their fucking budget was for the Kilroy film

I WANT MORE OF TOMMY'S ACTING I THOUGHT IT WAS GENUINELY GOOD

I love how pouty faced and dissociative Tommy is the whole time during Mr. Roboto like how the FUCK could he sit that still when that bop was blasting through him

he's just letting Dennis have his pick-me theater kid moment

and that GREASY FRIED CHICKEN STOPPGKAKAKGLG

"and when JY started his guitar solo-" *EVERYONE FUCKING SQUEALS*

this is getting me even more psyched for next month when I see them again

as much as I love this whole tape and am eating it the FUCK up I can totally understand why JY and Tommy hated every second of this (i was in drama club in high school I get it)

(it was here the wine started to kick in)

I stg these ppl only get along when Rockin the Paradise is playing

I'm getting in a habit of saying FUCK IT UP DENISSSS whenever he has a solo

Blue Collar Man- "the DOG and my friends"

TOMMY ROLLING HIS Rs STOP

TOMMY'S ROCKIN OUT AAAAA LOOKATHIMGO HE'S GETTIN SO INTO IT THIS IS HIS MOMENT iM GONNA BE GOING SO FUCKJNG FERAL FOR HIM IN THE 5TH ROW

Tommy pls don't fall I know you're light enough for me to catch u but pls dont fall

"the california state legislature was so loosened up they decided several records including ours had backwards satanic messages on them" NGMSKWKGOGOSLPG

JY'S MAKEUP IS SO HHHHGGGGGGGHHH

I'm such a fucking S L U T for the transition from JY to Tommy's vocals on Snowblind like that shit is better than sex

i'm just realizing now this is VERY different than what I was doing this time last night (touching Phil Lewis)

Tommy: this one goes out to all of you who ever felt like you had too much time on your hands :)

the way he SQUATS like boi he R E A D Y this is his MOMENT 👏👏👏

HIM DOING THE LITTLE HAND MOTIONS

"is it any wonder i'm not a terrorist?? 😃😃😃" TOMMY NO—

i was NOT prepared for him to actually do the unhinged eye stuff

"and IIII DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF- so I do this- *plays the solo*"

you may be cool but you'll never be as cool as Tommy Shaw that's the facts

i literally almost spit out my wine at "HE'S NOT THE PRESIDENT"

not prepped for the thing they did by splicing tommy's face bc this tape is almost 40 years old so i thought the tAPE WAS FUCKED UP

the completely unhinged ending Tommy and JY do at the end of Too Much Time by JUMP-SHUFFLING IN SYNC

Dennis and Tommy doing Don't Let It End 🥺 tommy seems to like it so much 🥺🥺

OH SHITTTTTTTT DR RIGHTEOUS IS HERE OH NOOOOOO

SHAKE IT JY FUCKIN POP IT I'M GONNA SCREAMMM

CHUCK AND JOHN I'M GONNA SCREAM

THE CROWD BOOING DR RIGHTEOUS LMAOOOO

the fucking "guitar shredder" made me snort

the angels put too much angel into Tommy when they were making Him

NOT THEM WARPING TOMMY'S VOICE AND THE PIXELATION OF THE FILM

TOMMY IN THE CROWD FUCK IT UPPPPP 👏👏👏👏👏👏

THE WAY EVERYONE'S TRYING TO TOUCH HIS HAIR

Dennis watching Tommy fall into the girls like "you're doing amazing, sweetie"

NOT JY AND TOMMY DOING A CROTCH THING ONSTAGE

TOMMY PLS KEEP SCREAMING AND CRYING OUT DON'T EVER STOP

What i would give to hear The Best of Times live 🥲

tommy's distorted voice in The Best of Times always makes me feel something in my soul i can't explain it

that being said the very end of tommy's solo in that song when the piano just starts to come back in also makes me feel something deep in my soul i can't explain it

that also being said tommy's distorted voice on the line "could bring back paradise" also makes me feel something deep in my soul I can't explain it

Dennis' smile and lil' "thank you"s at the end of The Best of Times 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 💙💙💙

I just love that even 40 years ago as soon as ppl hear the first note of Come Sail Away they go feral like they do now

EVERYONE SINGING ALONG HHHHHHHH IT WARMS MY HEARTTT

i would lay down my life if it means i couldve been at this show

((it was here the second glass of wine kicked in))

I SAW THAT WINK JY

Chuck needs to come out of the shadows so we can see his insanely gay outfit

TOMMY BOUNCIN HIS LIL BUTT DURING THE KEYBOARD SOLO IN COME SAIL AWAY 🍑

something in me ascended when JY took over that solo 👁️👄👁️

THE GIRL ONSTAGE ONSTAGE HUGGING DENNIS AND TOMMY PLEASE THEY LIKE IT A LITTLE TOO MUCH THE WAY THEY WERE ALL SWAYING FMSKSKKVOBLF

that lil flick of tommy's wrist is SENDING ME FKANAKKFKG HE'S SO FUCKJNG BABY

UH OH TOMMY'S ON TOP OF THE PIANO

tommy needs to be kept on a leash and that's why i made those memes i posted

uh oh Tommy's convulsing and thrashing on the stage floor

UH OH TOMMY'S HUMPING CHUCK ONSTAGE

it's fine he's okay it's during Renegade he gets a pass on this one this is His Moment™ again

JESUS THAT'S A LOT OF SCREAMING TOM

it's okay it's during Renegade he gets a pass on this one

JESUS CHRIST THAT'S A LOT OF RUNNING TOM

JY and Tommy booty bumping so aggressively

TOMMY'S SHIMMYING FJSNAKKFKGKDK

OH NO THE STAGE IS GETTING RAIDED

JOHN NOOOOOOOO

oh so THAT'S how that guy died

Tommy as Jonathan: Dammit. DAMMIT! *girls squeal*

AAAAAAAAAATOMMYISSINGINGASONGASJONATHANGIVEMEHISTHEATREKIDMOMENT I'M LOVING THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Tommy's eye makeup is also so ✨✨✨

I feel the primal urge to give tommy a bouquet of roses after this show is over

i'm gonna cry Haven't We Been Here Before is just so beautiful i was NOT EXPECTING DENNIS/KILROY TO COME IN LIKE THAT

Fight me on this hot take but Tommy could do broadway and so could Dennis

the SWEAT that is GLISTENING on his face low key looks like tears

RIGHTEOUS 👏 THINKS 👏 IT'S 👏 OVER 👏👏

THE GLOWING GUITAR I'M TRYING NOT TO SCRAAEMAMD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TOMMY SING IT KEEP ROCK AND ROLL ALIVE YOU A R E THE MODREN MAN BABEY

I'M GONNA CRY HE'S SO GOOD IN EVERY CONCEIVABLE WAY

TOMMY PULLING THAT GIRL UP ONSTAGE AND SHE LOW KEY LOOKS LIKE ME

that was so fucking good I would KILL to see a rock show that also had a story around the whole set

#styx #styxposting #styx band

[koipalm]

based "joker shouldnt automatically forgive him" 👏 joker is petty 👏 joker is angry 👏 i think he should be allowed to show a little more ire or negative emotion. honestly i love all his little quirks in dialogue choices and animations but i am always drawn more to anything negative... i guess because usually silent mcs aren't allowed to be anything but Classic Nice Dude. so whenever he's snarking sae, looking pissed in a cutscene (awakening or the cutscene where him and ryuji step in to protect ann from yusuke), being a little shithead to chihaya (this mfer is so smug and haughty around her it's comical), or even seeming uncomfortable around mishima i eat it up!! um there was gonna be a point to this with 3rd sem stuff but i got too excited and forgot it 😥👍

THANKK YEWWWWWW THANK YEW THANK YEW THANK YEW EXACTLYYYY i know that in a lot of the dialogue options you have to choose to be nice in order to advance the confidante which at first glance is a very good point and lesson to learn HOWEVER.... i wish joker got to be a little bit more of a bitch. i think he deserves it....

GAHH especially when people are being weird to him i wish the game made reinforcing your/joker's boundaries accepted.... like how mishima can be pushy or GODDDD how weird kawakami is to him even after quitting.... LIKE LITERALLY. NO ONE IS LOOKING. NO ONE IS CHECKING YOU ON THIS BE NORMALLL.... GODD like i know all the life lessons the game is trying to impress on you outside of the metaverse of like. you can rebuild your life and find allies if you look and are kind but GOD sometimes it means the game necessitates that you have to be kind even when they are not.... which is kind of funny for the whole "FIGHT THE SYSTEM! MAKE THEM PAY!" message in persona 5. but that might be just me being petty....

anyhow i wish joker had more moments where he could break out of that mold . sigh. to be fair there is a fine balance between a more self inserted character and a more clearly defined character and i think some of those factors are their words and their actions.... joker acts pretty much how we would expect him to act i think? he does all the things that the leader of the phantom thieves should do, like talking point for the team and calling the shots, as well as helping his teammates outside of battle (and not having many voice lines), and all of that is kind of tempered by his funny dialogue responses and his dorky character (and also his flair too.... hes so damn cool in a way that definitely looks like hes expressing himself and not just being the 'cool protagonist' i love it so so so so much). i think that with a few more scenes of him acting more independently from the player, and maybe a few more dialogue options, the line could have been muddled a bit more, which i really would have LOVED to see, especially with third semester adding to this feeling of joker being pushed to his breaking point without his friends by his side and his therapist fucking with reality and the guy he watched die about to die again....

ONNNN THE BRIGHTTT SIIIDE..... joker my girly coming home from war in persona 5 the phantom x god i hope he at least has a few scenes. guy who is so so so so so cool to me

#technically i should leave the e off the end of confidante but it looks better this way #and also i am not technically wrong in spelling it #ask #SORRY my responses are so long i really love talking with you guys #hopefully easier to read if its broken up #persona 5 #persona 5 royal

[babacontainsmultitudes]

*Just read a Baba Analysis Post™️ voice* Hi, there, Bababird, hope you're doing well on this fine Sunday evening (or Monday morning, depending) 🖤🖤🖤 Just wanted to remind you that your brain is sooooooo huge and wrinkly and that I am constantly in awe of your thoroughness and organization. And also 💋💋💋 (<- kissing you kissing you kissing you /p). And lastly. Thank you for suggesting we grab a drink while reading - I made it through a whole glass of water and the hydration is very nice 🥰 Okay that's it love you!!! /p

🥺🥺🥺💜 AAAAAAAWWW HAPPIIIII AHEEM WHIMPER AHEEM what if I died from happiness (...happi-ness. y-yes.) right here right now actually!?!? THANK YOU for this and for your tags which were SO SWEET no joke I was debating on messaging you myself actually they had me smiling so goofy silly I reread them like 5 times over 😭💜- also returning the friend kissies hehe mwah mwah mwah ily too hehehe also I think we're in the same timezone- I think??? Anyhoo, I was actually hoping that you specifically would read this one- always true to some degree cause I love you and your excellent tags but especially this one specifically cause us Lincoln girlies gotta STICK TOGETHER YO💜👏😤

What else... 🥰 Made me very happy that you liked the bit on Scary- I wasn't sure what the reception on that bit would be but I had to put it in *for me* hahaha. Also so very pleased that you and Countless liked the section titles 😊💜- actually tried to be a little bit more organized this time around LOL. 😌😎 AND GOOD YES STAY HYDRATED WOO LET'S HEAR IT FOR HYDRATION actually thank *you* cause this message got *me* to go get a much-needed glass of water.

OKAY hehe a million thank yous Happi smiling my ass off rn SENDING GOOD VIBES AND LOVE 💜💜💜💜💜

#and as always thank you for taking the time to read omg #I don't think this is my longest essay in terms of word count but it *is* I believe the longest I've spent actually doing the work #I think? Maybe. #asks #THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO'S LEFT NICE TAGS BTW YOU ARE EVERYTHING #(But thank you everyone who reads my silly essays period hehe) #💜💜💜 #ALSO LINCOLN FANS STAY FUCKING WINNING!!!

[wrencatte]

gahhhh the snippet for "sacrifice play" is SO GOOD 🙌👏 thank you for sharing! ❤️ since it was already asked about, could I maybe inquire about grief doesn’t hold shape?

i can't wait to actually finish it XD XD!

grief doesn't hold shape (real title "grief doesn't know its own shape") is the story that starts with Bruce telling Dick about Jason's death and then flash forwarding to a Nightwing and Red Hood section where Jason gets...tortured and Dick gets to watch and it just brings back so many unwanted feelings because he doesn't want to fear for his little brother's life because he doesn't want to be in a position where his little brother's life is on the line and all that. I'm still working on the schematics of the Nightwing and Red Hood bits. But writing Bruce informing Dick of Jason's death was fun to wrtie!!

This is the tail end of the first section, only because it's so long and I've already posted the first part a long long time ago

Dick stares at the screen with wide, stinging eyes. That sounded like goodbye, he thinks and covers his mouth. Bruce’s most recent message just says call me when you get this. He does, shakily bringing the speaker to his ear. He doesn’t realize he’s stopped dead in the middle of the main room. Donna frowns, asks him if he’s alright, and it sounds like she’s coming from underwater. He ignores her as the line rings out without Bruce ever answering.

He calls again. Then again. Hands shaking, eyes burning, a mantra of no no please no in his head.

The third call almost rings out when there’s a click and then a long sigh. “Dick,” he says heavily, his voice hoarse.

Dick remembers the last time he heard Bruce sound like that, and he closes his eyes. Remember waking up to scratchy, stiff blankets and monitors in the distance and cotton in his mouth. Bruce hovering over him, clasping his hand, carding his fingers through Dick’s hair.

Bullet wounds hurt.

He’s pretty sure this is going to hurt worse.

“What happened?” he demands. It grabs the team’s attention fully instead of them just side-ey-eing him, and he can’t find it in himself to care that they’re zeroed in on him. “Bruce, what happened?”

A long silence. Batman doesn’t hesitate. Bruce does.

“Jason’s dead,” he says quietly.

Dick doesn’t realize his knees buckled until Roy’s grabbing him by the arm, swearing. Garth takes his elbow and they both lead him to the couch where he collapses in a heap. They’re asking rapid-fire questions, but while Donna sounded like she was underwater, they’re all starting to sound like they’re at the end of a long tunnel. Underwater. Just background noise to the awful, terrible sentence echoing in his head.

Jason’s dead. Jason’s dead. Jason’s dead.

“How?” he croaks out, leaning forward – and leaning and leaning until Donna’s there, bracing him by the shoulders. He ducks his face, pressing the crown of his head to her stomach, shoulders shuddering. She digs her fingers in rhythmically, but that just makes him want to cry even more.

“The Joker.”

Dick laughs brokenly. Because of course. Why not.

“How?” he asks again. Getting answers is like pulling teeth. The anger that would normally appear the longer Bruce gives non-answers doesn’t show up. Instead, he feels – he feels hollow. Like, like an ice cream scoop came in and carved him out. “It doesn’t matter,” he says. His voice is dead. He feels dead. Jason’s actually dead. “I’m coming to the Manor.”

“We had the funeral,” Bruce says softly and there it is, a hint of emotion. Regret. Remorse. Grief. Dick tugs on his hair once, twice, then Garth is taking his hand, tangling their fingers together. “I’m sorry, Dick. I tried to put it off for as long as possible.”

“Liar,” Dicks says uncharitably just to hear Bruce’s carefully controlled exterior hitch. He said sorry. When was the last time he heard Bruce say sorry? He slumps. “Sorry, B,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair.”

There’s tears in his voice and Dick feels like a heel, when Bruce says, “It’s okay, chum. It’s a lot to take in. I…I would really love it if you came to manor.”

Dick thinks of bodies cooling in a cold, lonely alleyway, pearls shimmering in the lights, a little boy wailing for his parents. He thinks of free-falling then not, standing on his toes and looking downdowndown and seeing red and white and pink and people screaming and crying, and a figure curling around him, whispering reassurances in his ear, hiding his parents from sight.

“Okay,” he whispers. “I’ll – I’ll be there soon.”

He thinks there’s word for children who lost their parents.

“Love you, chum.”

 – but what about a word for parents who lost their children?

“Love you, too.”

 –  a word for siblings who lost their little brother?

Dick buries his face in his hands and cries.

#my writing #wip game #that's almost all of them #asked #asked and answered

[thoughtsbyharu]

Born Pink Album Thoughts

My thoughts regarding Blackpink's 2nd Full Album

Hello and Hi!

A little bit overdue but this is gonna be a short review of Born Pink album.

Born Pink is the second full album of Blackpink, a south korean girl group under YG entertainment.

Just a PSA: I'm a Blink so I might be a bit biased with my opinions ><

I remember the hype of this last year because they rarely release comebacks! The moment I heard there was a FULL album, I immediately pre-ordered all versions.

Anyways, this review will be super short compared with the one I did with Olivia's Sour album so without further ado, let's go!

1. Pink Venom

Rating: 8/10

Thoughts:

Ok don't be mad but on first listen, I absolutely hated the chorus. I love everything except that chorus. But well since I keep streaming, it kinda grew on me 😂 Now it's my freakin anthem lol.

JenLisa rap parts were fire and ChaeSoo bridges were amazing! The "Blackpiiiink" chant was amazing as well. We sounded like a cult when we were chanting it on the concert ><

2. Shut Down

Rating: 9/10

Thoughts:

I LOVE this song no matter what anyone says. For me, it's one of their best title songs Jisoo's chorus part is fire, what a bias wrecker. I like the mix of classical La Campanella strings and modern beats. Also, the MV gave me goosebumps and made me cry a little. I've been a blink since their debut and seeing them reference and recreate their previous MV scenes made me realize that they made it despite all the hate that they got. My girls came so far 🥺

Also the lyrics?? Like hello! It's obviously for those who are dragging them down. My favorite lines are "Bunch of wannabes that wanna be me, me three of I was you" and "Praying for my downfall many have tried baby" like yes girls tell 'em!

Whip it whip it whip it is hard to pronounce tho haha

3. Typa Girl

Rating: 8/10

Thoughts:

This song has been stuck in my head for months. I lost count of how many times I had this on repeat haha. I absolutely love the beats and the line, "I bring money to the table not your dinner".

Lyrics is a bit of a pick me girl moment but eh, it's good and catchy 🤷‍♀️

Also, has anyone watched their Coachella set for this song??? The choreo? The creative direction?? EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT. Blackpink headlining Coachella is well deserved 👏👏

4. Yeah Yeah Yeah

Rating: 7/10

Thoughts:

A song written by Rosie and Jichu! Finally members getting credited amirite?? I actually like it. It's kinda perfect for encores and ending their concerts. Has a retro vibe.

GIF is from yours truly~ They sang this song in Born Pink Bulacan!

5. Hard to Love

Rating: 10/10

Thoughts:

My absolute favorite. This is what I expected Rose's solo to be like haha. OTG and Gone are good but Hard to Love is THE song for her. This song is stuck in my playlist for months. The guitar is just ❤️❤️

Please Rosie sing this on your tours or concerts I'm begging you.

6. The Happiest Girl

Rating: 7/10

Thoughts:

It's a pretty...sad song. The lyrics hurt my heart and soul. Maybe it's a song when you are going through a breakup.

I was shookt when Lisa sang! She has such a pretty voice.

I gave it a 7 score bc well it's not really my cup of tea (don't attack me pls). It's good tho don't get me wrong but personally won't have it on repeat.

7. Tally - 10/10

This song is one of my faves. It has a pretty great message about just being yourself and never minding what other people says.

For me, this song reflects them SO much. Let's be honest here, they've been through so much unneccessary hate. Everything they do, no matter how small, is just always under scrutiny. Like, give them a f**cking break 🙄 So yes, I imagine that this is THE comfort song for them. We say f*ck when we feel it \m/

8. Ready for Love

Rating: 7.5/10

Thoughts:

I actually like this song why do other Blinks shade it so much 😅

The bridges are probably my favorite! Jisoo + bridges are such a good combination

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Top 5 Songs:

Hard to Love

Tally

Typa Girl

Shut Down

Pink Venom

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Overall Score: 8.3/10

#born pink #album thoughts #blackpink #pink venom #shut down #typa girl #yeah yeah yeah #hard to love #happiest girl #tally #ready for love

[shuckinbeanz]

Let Them Go

warnings/notes: I'm in the mood for time skipping, heartbreak, regret, reunions, kinda slow burn('kinda' because theres a big time skip in this fic), angst with a bittersweet ending and a pinch of salt. Mentions of depression, using alcohol as a coping mechanism, sleepless nights, skipping meals, and workaholic tendencies. This is written in his POV, taking place some years after Enji ends it with you. Like it was mentioned in the first part, you decide to keep the bb(s, actually, they're identical twins ssob 😭). <3 I had to scrap and rewrite the entire thing several times, and I'm finally happy with this one! :3 My man is an absolute trainwreck--😭😭😭

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

~Masterlist~

Tags: @dynamightsdaydream , @izukusfreckle

staring at the ceiling in the dark, same old empty feeling in his heart... </3

It's been months since the separation. Since he found out you were pregnant. Even now, he'd check his phone religiously for something-anything, from you.

But nothing ever came.

He prayed you'd give him one chance, and he'd try his damnedest, hell in high water, to become nothing but the best for you. No more fucking shit up.

But the rainy season came and went, in the blink of an eye. The nights became impossibly long, and soon enough, he'd taken to alcohol. With it, he'd finally get some damn sleep, without you invading his dreams. He'd wake up with a killer migraine, but he'd still trudge through work.

Work.

He'd work, work, work. Skipping meals, he'd work himself to the bone. He'd kept himself busy. He wondered how you were doing. He wondered if you thought of him like he thought of you. He had a special tone for you, so he'd know when you'd message him or call him. Because he foolishly hoped and prayed you'd contact him again.

Fall, winter...before he knew it, the rainy season came and went again. And again. And again.

As the years passed, the hole remains; time only numbing the pain. It wasn't until one day, when he least expected it, he saw you with two little ones a short distance away. He was roped into investigating a minor incident at a mall.

You were admonishing them. One was pouting, near tears, while their sibling was wailing in upset. His eyesight may not be as good as it used to, but those turquoise hues were downright unmistakable.

So you had twins?

A bittersweet feeling blooms in his chest. They must be quite the handful.

"Endeavor, sir?" another pro hero calls him out of his reverie. He doesn't even notice the uncharacteristic soft smile on his face. "Get on with it." he says, quick to continue with his work, stomping down the desire to walk up to you. He's the one that let you go.

As much as it hurt, he had no right. He had no idea just how much he'd loved you...until he foolishly chased you away. If you didn't so much as text him throughout these years, you didn't want anything to do with him, he'd convinced himself.

So he'd returned to the task at hand, finishing up the last of it, dread pooling in his stomach from merely being near you. He felt like he couldn't get away quick enough.

And really, he couldn't.

"Enji?"

When he heard your voice, a chill settled into his very bones. He turned to you-it's only been a few years, but you're more beautiful then ever.

The twins weren't crying anymore; instead they opted to stare up at him in awe. "I'm sorry." the words pass your lips, your apology irritating him. "No." he cuts you off before you can speak again, and you shrink back. He sighs.

He couldn’t do at least one fucking thing right, could he…?

He should start trying to right here.

"I'm..." he rumbles. Like a stubborn mule, he didn't know how much he needed you, all the way up until he let you go. "...the one who should be sorry." he says, the words bitter on his tongue, because they couldn't be truer.

The wobbly smile on your lips, the tears in your eyes.

"Can we talk?" you ask.

He knew you missed him.

"...yeah." he replies.

He missed you, too. This time...he won't fuck up.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #todoroki enji x reader #enji todoroki x reader #endeavor x reader #songfic #Spotify

[shammah8]

Son of man, I have made you a watchman for the people of Israel; so hear the word I speak and give them warning from me.” (Ezekiel 33:7).

God has established the believers as watchmen, because we can clearly see the coming danger in the spiritual realm.

However, we must not be silent prophets. We must warn the people about the difficult times that we are living in and inspire them to abandon sin and turn their hearts towards God.

Many natural disasters have caught different nations by surprise in the last few years, including tsunamis, hurricanes and frequent earthquakes, which have flattened entire cities.

These are all signs that God’s judgment, which will take place before Jesus returns to this earth, is approaching. Only those who are prepared will be saved.

What would you do if you saw two small children playing a little distance from their parents who, without realizing, start to walk towards a deep hole? How would you react? Would you say, “That doesn’ t matter to me, they are not my children?” Or, would you warn them about the danger? Would you speak in a gentle tone of voice? In that very moment, the only thing I would think about would be trying to avoid an awful accident. I would shout loudly to warn them or try and run to them to pull them away from danger. We must do something similar withthose who do not know the Lord. We must preach the Gospel to them in different ways. We need to strive by faith until they receive salvation. Y ou must not fall into indifference, or settle for giving a timid message of salvation. Don’t tell yourself, “I did my part. I gave a word of faith. I already talked to them. I warned them, and if they refuse to believe, that is not my concern.” Y ou must not behave this way. Y ou must fight with all of your strength and appeal with different kinds of strategies to reach them for Christ. Y ou must keep trying, in one way or another, until they are persuaded that Christ is the only choice for them.

One time when I was preaching to the youth in our Church, at the moment of the altar call, more than 800 young people came forward to give their lives to Jesus Christ. What a great blessing it was to be there! My heart was full of joy and I was so grateful to God.

When a sinner repents, there is joy in the Kingdom of Heaven (Luke 15:7). Although I often see many conversions in the ministry, I always feel the same joy and the same compassion. I often warn my disciples not to ever lose their passion for the lost. Even when they see many people being saved in their ministries, they should not be indifferent and despise the opportunity of preaching to just a few people.

Jesus preached to the multitudes, but on many occasions He stopped to talk with just one person. He taught us by example that for God, one person is just as important as the thousands.

Our Father is not so impressed with what we do, rather, He looks at the attitude of our heart. Therefore, we must alwayshave a compassionate heart.

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT The warning given by a nine year old girl was sufficient for hundreds of people to flee into the mountains and be saved when a tsunami hit a coastal town in Chile. May God give us the grace to be able to warn others of the danger that is coming to this world and be able to show them the way of salvation.

May we be found faithful to carry the message of redemption to thousands of people.

PRAYER Father, thank Y ou for making me a watchman. Give me Y our grace so that I will be able to diligently preach Y our Gospel with love and compassion. Help me to win many souls for Y our kingdom. I pray this in the name of Jesus, Amen.

DECLARATION “I will rise up and preach about redemption and grace to my generation.👏CESAR

[huntingingoodwill]

Congratulations on your followers!! You deserve it 😍👏

"Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?" + John?

thank you so so much gigi <3 ❣ ily ily

masterlist

pairing: john shelby x reader

a/n: tysm for the request and the sweet message!! my first john boy thing ever. i hope you enjoy :))

You had barely managed to deliver your order to the bartender over the noise of the Garrison’s grand reopening party, the cacophony of clinking glasses, roaring laughter, and music nearly drowning out your strained voice. Thankfully, the barman had managed to hear you, and you watched as he poured you a drink, the liquid glugging out of the bottle.

He slid the glass over the bar, whiskey sloshing onto your hand as you intercepted it.

“Shit.” He sighed, flashing an easy, embarrassed smile as he leaned over, dabbing your hand dry with a towel. “Sorry, dove.”

“S’alright.” You chuckled. The party was in full swing, spirits were high, and your good mood was on par with just about everyone else’s. You had only intended to leave the Shelby table for a couple minutes to grab a drink, but you were in the mood for socialising. “You’re the new barman Art hired?” You asked.

“Yeah, ‘Art’ hired me.” He cringed a little at the nickname, nose scrunching up endearingly. “You must be a friend of the Shelbys." You nodded. "Feels wrong for me to call him that. You won’t tell on me, will you?” His voice lowered, words laced with an air of playful secrecy. You pressed your lips together, miming sealing them together with a dramatic flourish. He grinned. “I’m Jack. New and inexperienced, as you could probably tell.” He gestured toward the spillage pooling at the bottom of your glass. “Not much of a loss on Mr. Shelby’s part though. I was a package deal. Acquired with the new tables and chairs. A real bargain.” He remarked. A smile graced your lips as you nursed your drink, chatting to him, completely unaware of John’s gaze burning into your back.

John took a drag of his cigarette, eyes fixed on you even as Arthur continued to talk his ear off. His brother’s voice blurred with the chattering crowd as John focused on your laughter, the distant, musical sound making his head swim. He watched as you smiled up at the barman, his lips automatically turning down into a scowl. He drummed his fingers against the table, a rush of jealousy flooding his mind. It was irrational, he knew. You and John were just friends- he’d been infatuated with you for ages, but he’d never admit it, burrowing the feeling deep within. But the effect the barman had on you, the way your eyes lit up as you threw your head back in laughter. You’d been talking to him for just over half an hour now, but it felt like an eternity. He swallowed hard, the envy suffocating him as he watched. He couldn't take it anymore. He sprung to his feet, almost knocking his chair over as he strode over to you, Arthur’s blabbering receding behind him.

“Y’know, since I spilled your drink, I oughta make it up to you,” Jack said, using his forearms to brace himself on the bar as he leaned toward you.

“What do you suggest?” You lifted an eyebrow.

“I could take you out for dinner.” He smiled.

You started as you felt the weight of John’s arm slinging over your shoulder. You looked up at him, surprised as he pulled you close. “Sorry. We’re busy that night.” You could feel his chest rumble as he spoke.

“I…” Jack blinked. You gave John a confused look. “Didn’t specify a date.”

“She’s busy.” He stated, matter-of-factly. “We’re going out.” You could almost hear the sound of your jaw hitting the floor as you stared at John blankly, still struggling to process the idea. Going out. With John. You felt your heart stutter as a blush spread across your cheeks. A squeak involuntarily left your lips, your brain too stunned to form a proper sentence.

Jack’s eyes widened. “Sorry, Mr. Shelby, I didn’t know-”

“You don’t know much, do you?” John retorted, rather bitchily, as he pulled you off the stool and steered you around, marching you toward the door. You let yourself be led by him, too shocked to protest.

A cold blast of air washed over you as he swung the door open a little too enthusiastically, still vitalized from his gesture. He hauled you out onto the street, the door slamming against the wall with a thunderous bang before swaying shut, the world falling completely silent as it blocked out the noise of the party.

He finally looked back at your bewildered gaze, and you watched the boldness slide off his face. He gulped, fidgeting under your stare. You could tell he was unsure of what to do now, the heat of the moment that motivated him to get you away from Jack quickly fading.

He turned on his heels and started walking away.

He was leaving. He did all that, and was just going to leave you outside? You gaped at his back as he rushed away from you, quick footsteps slamming against the pavement. You snapped out of it, walking behind him, trying to catch up.

“John.” You called out, trailing after him and repeating his name, raising your voice at every repetition, even as he ignored you. “John. John. John! JOHN! JOHN!”

“WHAT?!” His voice rang out through the empty street as he finally whipped around, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Christ, no need to yell.” You joked. He stared at you, unamused, and his annoyed face reminded you that you meant to question him. “What the hell was that?!”

He sighed, hanging his head as he remained quiet. He pulled out his cigarette case, placing one between his lips as he stalled, preoccupying himself while he avoided answering your question.

You snatched the cigarette from his mouth, whipping it into the street. He looked at you now, and you both stood your ground, staring each other down without a word.

John broke the silence. “What did it ever do to you?” He asked, pointing at the cigarette.

“Don’t change the subject!” You exclaimed. “Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?”

“I didn’t say dating. I said going out. If he interprets that as dating, that’s his fault, right? I could’ve meant like, going out… of…town…” He trailed off as he caught your withering stare, clearing his throat as he avoided your gaze. “You wouldn’t have gone out with him anyway. You could do better.”

Your lips quirked up as you watched him, nervous, stilted words spilling from his mouth, a furrow forming in his brow as his bright blue eyes flickered away from you. Something in your heart softened.

“Better? Like who?” You smirked.

His eyes swung back to yours, and you spotted his lips twitch upward, his smile mirroring yours.

“You know, since we already told him so,” he nodded his head back toward The Garrison. “We might as well go out.”

You smiled. “In what sense? I wouldn’t want to interpret wrongly.”

He sighed, abashed. “Sorry for that.” He mumbled.

"It's fine." You grinned. “I’ll go out with you.” You laced your arm with his, and he bared his teeth in a wide smile. “Let’s get back to the party. I owe you a cigarette. And you owe Jack an apology."

#i hope you like it!! and that it's john-esque. fingers crossed :) #the name for this fic's google doc was kinda dumb but i name all my docs dumb things. organisational HELL. #john shelby #john shelby imagines #john shelby oneshot #john shelby imagine #john shelby blurb #joe cole #joe cole imagine #joe cole imagines #joe cole blurb #joe cole oneshot #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #john shelby x reader #joe cole x reader #300celeb🎈 #300blurb

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May I get some Duke Elgy courting headcanons? We all know hes a womanizing bastard 😭👏 But can we get some some anti-simp S/O who aint falling game to his playboy antics. Lol bonus points if mans keeps failing and actually makes a bunch of mistakes in front of the ONE person he WANTS to see him in a cool light 💀💀 thank you ✨

Author's Note: Oh my God this got me grinning and giggling like an idiot, I have never seen the duke making a fool of himself. I lowkey want to see him mess up lol. I was writing while listening to Avril Lavigne's latest song Bite Me.

Keep in mind I’m reading the webtoon I have yet to really read the novel. (I have heard bits and read spoilers from the novel, especially Rashta’s fate.) 

Duke Ergi x female reader

- Duke Ergi first met you, a lady in waiting for Navier

- You didn't have the word stupid written on your forehead. You didn't understand why the Duke was so interested in you in the first place.

- Though it was amusing to witness the Duke having a slip up. 

- One time you was in a ball, Ergi wanted to offer a dance then Rashta bump into him and spilled wine on his clothes. 

- Every time he tries to flirt, impress you, or at least tries to approach something happens. 

-  Every time he approach you roll your eyes in annoyance. Even Navier would give him a certain look.

- Perhaps he saw you as a challenge since you heard of stories of his dealings with women. However you weren’t interested you have no intention to give in to his antics.

-  Ergi couldn’t deny how fascinated he was with you, there was something about you that catches his attention.

- He was getting quite frustrated, not with you luckily just himself, he noticed he’s developing a bad habit of picking the wrong time. 

- Ergi honestly began to wonder why he is so determined to court you, was it the chase? Or maybe it’s something else...

-  He wasn’t sure why he was so into you. Perhaps he could talk to Navier about this. 

- Ergi: “Your Majesty,

Navier: “Duke Ergi,

Ergi: If you don’t mind, I would like to talk to you about something,”

Navier: “What is it?”

Ergi: “It’s about your Lady in Waiting Lady Y/N,”

Navier: “Are you trying another attempt to court her again?

Ergi: “Perspective as always Your Majesty!”

Navier: “Y/N isn’t the one to fool around, she doesn’t believe your sincere with your attempts,”

- After Ergi and Navier talk Navier sighed.

- Navier: “Alright if you wish to court Y/N, you need to change your approach let her know your serious Y/N is a very cautious about relationships. However if Y/N rejects you respect that,” (We need a friend like Navier!)

- A few days Ergi found you alone reading a book at the library. Ergi discreetly cough to get your attention. You look up from your book and noticed Duke Ergi.

- You: “Duke Ergi,”

Ergi: “Lady Y/N,”

- You notice his aura changed, you were a little confused. His posture was rather awkward and a bit stiff. (I can see him as a awkward duck when it comes to his true feelings.)

- You: “I never seen you like this before is something on your mind,”

Ergi: “Yes, I believe..how I presented myself gave you the wrong message.”

You: “You were getting irritating, nice to see some self awareness...”

- Damn that was quite the roast, Ergi knew you were kind but you wasn’t nice at the same time. Another trait he likes..

- Ergi: “I wish to apologize for my previous behavior,”

- You glanced at him and could sense his sincerity in his voice. Though you were still on your guard.

- Ergi: “I think maybe a more subtle and direct approach may help you understand,”

You: “What are you trying to say?”

Ergi: “I believe I may have a....certain feeling for you. It’s hard to describe it. I was hoping we could find a day to be well acquainted with each other.”

- You were a bit hesitated at the idea of it but... he seemed sincere you decided to take his offer. The duke was happy you accept.

- However when he’s about to leave another slip up when his pants rip, you hold back a chuckle. You didn’t had a chance to tell him.

- It started out as sitting at a balcony drinking tea, eventually towards hanging out at balls and libraries eventually you discover he had plans to take down Rashta. 

- Surprisingly, for him you supported him, before Navier went to divorce court you told her that you have plans here in the Eastern Empire. So it’ll take awhile for you to go to the Western Empire. Navier was confused about this till she sees you with the Duke, you admitted to want to keep an eye on Rashta so the Eastern Empire won’t fall with her. You promised Navier when the time comes you will join her. 

- You and Duke Ergi made plans, you decided to be Rashta’s lady in waiting and earn her trust. And get some info to Ergi. 

- The Duke realize how you were so similar yet so different to him, he wasn’t sure on what to say. He discovers how cunning you really were he was impressed and amused witnessing you wrap Rashta around your finger. 

- By then his curiosity and fascination with you ends up turning to love. Deep down he knew it wasn’t a love at first sight but it was a path that led to this.

- Though part of was a little scared he and his friend Heinley were making plans to take down the Eastern Empire. You would get caught in the middle.

- Sometime soon you ended up falling for him yourself. It was a very interesting dance between you two. I can’t say it was an innocent love but it was honest in a very weird way. 

- After you guys began courting Ergi tone down his womanizing tendencies he still flirty and you know being himself but bit more tone down. You tolerated it cause you knew you were in his heart. At that point you trusted him enough not to anything funny behind your back and let him do his thing.

- Dates would be interesting I can see Ergi being the adventurous type of guy. I can Ergi and his s/o traveling a lot and doing a lot of exploring. Also a lot of planning and making strategies getting through sticky situations. 

- Navier and Heinley would be so shock to find out about your relationship, they didn’t know what to say. (Especially Heinley, he never the thought the day he would witness his friend having a serious relationship would come.)

Author’s note: Wow came out longer than I expected I had to think of ways on how would Ergi slip. I had a pleasure writing this.

#the remarried empress #Duke Ergi #headcanons