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ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU ✦ DR3

✦ summary: Amid the vibrant energy of a New Year's Eve party, chance encounters led to unexpected connections where captivating eyes, a charming accent, and a carefree personality were all she needed to be forever enchanted by his presence.

✦ pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ words: 7.3K

✦ warnings: female!reader, latina!reader, fluff, really sappy thoughts, there's a nine-year age gap.

─── The Joker & The Queen (Masterlist)

✦ pit wall live: holis babes! i'm back with another attempt at writing! the last chapters were angsty and i needed a lil bit of equilibrium so please enjoy reading how the night they met went. Y'all can thank Tally for it <3 + FYI, the next chapter is nowhere being finished yet—this is a little treat for y'all because of that— this past month has been crazy at my job and the chia seeds' harvest season starts in June so I'm not sure how much time—or energy—I'll have. I'd probably be a bit absent but I'll try my best to keep this show going. Also, can you guys find all the references? 👀 PLEASEEEE let me know what you think of this. 'kay, byeee.

December 31st, 2019 | 6:27 p.m.

As the world buzzed with excitement in anticipation of the approaching New Year, with its promises of new beginnings and fresh starts, I found myself yearning for something different. While others eagerly made plans for extravagant celebrations and wild parties, my heart longed for the simple comforts of home. The allure of crowded festivities and glittering fireworks paled in comparison to the warmth of my own cozy sanctuary, where I could embrace solitude. In a world that seems to thrive on noise and commotion, all I desired was the quiet embrace of familiarity and peace.

Despite my steadfast resolve to stay home, I found myself facing relentless persuasion from a certain Dutch DJ, my long-time friend Martin Garrix. His invitations to join him at a New Year's Eve party in New York, where he was scheduled to perform, grew more insistent with each passing week. Not content to pursue this endeavor alone —and knowing he wouldn’t be able to win this battle by himself—, Martin enlisted the help of my closest confidantes—Fio, my ever-reliable personal assistant; Vittoria, the vivacious soul who never shies away from adventure; and Danna, the wise and grounding presence in our lives.

You'd think that at 21, with a career that keeps reaching new heights everyday, I'd be excited to join those types of celebrations.

Nuh-uh.

Years ago, the prospect of attending a high-profile party filled with celebrities and socialites would have thrilled me beyond measure. Back then, I reveled in the glamour and excitement, relishing the chance to mingle with the elite and bask in the spotlight.

Furthermore, the aftermath of my final breakup with Harry —after two years together and the last year of it being on-and-off— had left me feeling disillusioned and wary of the intentions of those around me. Once the darling of the celebrity circuit, I now found myself excluded from the inner circles I once frequented, my invitations to exclusive events dried up almost overnight. It's a harsh reality I had to come to terms with, one that has left me questioning the true nature of the friendships I once held so dear.

With Martin's persistent pleas ringing in my ears, I gathered my resolve and attempted to explain my desire for a quiet evening in. “Guys, I really appreciate the effort, but I just want to stay home tonight,” I insisted, sinking deeper into the cushions of the couch. “I've been looking forward to a High School Musical marathon all week.”

Fio, my fiery assistant, raised an incredulous eyebrow. “High School Musical? Are you serious, chica? This is New Year's Eve! Yo lo que quiero es que salgas a janguear patabajo y pasarla de show. You can watch Zac Efron dance any other night!” Hailing from the sun-kissed shores of Puerto Rico, she wore her heritage proudly, her voice ringed out with the rhythmic cadence of her native land.

Vittoria, the true embodiment of Brazilian beauty and spirit with her sun-kissed complexion and luminous smile, chimed in with a playful grin. “Yeah, fofinha, come on! You can even ask Martin to play ‘The Start of Something Newʼ if it pleases you,” she grabbed my left hand between both of hers and tugged at it, “We can dance and sing along to Zac Efron together at the party!” she exclaimed, shaking my arm excitedly.

Well... I could definitely ask Martin to play it, he'd probably say yes in a heartbeat if it meant I would cave in and go to this party. After all, he's been awfully insistent on my attendance.

Danna, the 23-year-old American with an effortless grace and quiet confidence, offered a gentle smile. “I understand wanting a cozy night in, but trust me, you'll regret missing out on this party. It'll be a night to remember.” she punned with a wink and smiled when Vitto offered her an enthusiastically high five. Vitto sometimes reminded me of a puppy with an impressive amount of energy and excitement, always prompting me to try and keep up with her and leave my comfort zone.

Despite their protests, I remained steadfast in my decision. There was no way I was moving from this couch. “Thanks, guys, but I'm sticking to my plan. You all go ahead and have fun without me.” However, I was but a simple human surrounded by three forces of nature and it was super clear that my friends had other ideas and soon they were bustling around me, pulling me off the couch and insisting I get ready for the night ahead.

Reluctantly, I allowed the girls to coax me off the couch and into action. With Fio's enthusiastic energy, Vittoria's impeccable sense of style, and Danna's calming presence, they transformed my quiet night in into a whirlwind of preparation for the party.

Fio rummaged through my closet, pulling out a stunning short dress made with net-woven high-end silver jewelry that would—quoting her—help highlight and show mi sazón latino among the precious stones, while Vittoria offered her expert opinion on the perfect outfit. “Uff mami, that definitely screams ‘New Year's Eve glam’!” she declared, holding up the sparkling ensemble that catched the light just right.

Meanwhile, Danna took charge of my hair and makeup, opting for a soft, glamorous look. “You're going to turn heads tonight, babes,” she assured me, brushing a hint of shimmer onto my cheeks.

Despite my initial resistance, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as I watched my reflection transform before my eyes.

“Who knows, babes,” Danna paused, carefully applying a nude shade gloss to my lips. “Maybe you’ll find your own Troy Bolton tonight, and have your own The Start of Something New moment” she wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

“You are on a roll tonight with the puns and references, aren’t you Dannita?” Fio peeked out her head from inside my closet and asked jokingly, letting out a laugh while she ducked from a damp sponge lightheartedly tossed her way by Danna.

“Nossa, cara! Você parece uma deusa!” Vitto exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. (Wow, dude! You look like a goddess!)

A blush crept up my cheeks at her compliment, and I turned to Danna with a grateful smile. “Seriously, Danni, you've outdone yourself,” I praised her, marveling at her skill in transforming me for the evening. “Thank you for making me feel like royalty.”

With a modest smile, Danna accepted my gratitude, her eyes shining with pride at the success of her handiwork. And then, just as the last finishing touches were being applied, she posed the inevitable question: “So, what are your New Year's resolutions?”

With a playful grin, I shrugged, the weight of the question settling over me like a familiar cloak. “I think this year,” I replied, my voice tinged with determination, “I just want to have fun and focus on myself. No boys, no drama, just me.” It was a simple resolution, yet one that carried a weight of significance, a commitment to prioritize my own happiness and well-being above all else.

As I sat there, unaware of their subtle exchange, the girls exchanged knowing glances and smiles, a silent understanding passing between them. Little did I know, they had orchestrated this moment with a shared knowledge of Martin's plans for the evening.

After I was allowed to rose from my seat, I grabbed and put on the large hoops and a set of very discreet rings that Vitto opted for, she explained to me that the expensive design I was wearing ‘perfectly adorned my tanned skin in such a way that I did not need almost any other accessory to elevate the look to its maximum potential’.

As I waited for the girls to finish getting ready, I idly scrolled through my WhatsApp contacts' status updates, seeking a distraction from the anticipation bubbling inside me. My mom uploaded a video showing all the food they had cooked for dinner. A homesick feeling hit me even if I just came back from spending two weeks at home. Next, Martin’s status showed up on my screen, he posted a photo showcasing his DJ set getting set up for the party. I tapped on his name and took a quick selfie flipping him off playfully and sent it, he didn’t take long to respond with “Does this mean I won?” followed by two pairs of eyes emoji. “Yes” I answered, also followed with the rolling eyes emoji.

I scrolled through a couple others, when I stumbled upon Selena’s. She posted a selfie all dolled up with her friends and pinned New York City as her location which piqued my curiosity. I composed a brief message, my fingers dancing over the keys as I typed out a casual inquiry about her plans for New Year's Eve in NYC. A response appeared on my screen moments later, “Hey girl! We’re actually heading to a party at The Bowery Hotel. What about you?” a smile tugged at the corners of my lips as excitement coursed through my body, I haven’t seen Sel in a while! We’ve been friends for years and she was one of the few people that was always there to lend me an ear and words of advice whenever I went through a rough patch in my life. “No way! That's where we’re going too! Maybe we'll bump into each other!”

“That’s awesome!!!!! I'll keep an eye out for you. See you there!” she replied. I let out a little happy sigh and shook my head. With my friends by my side, laughter filling the room, I began to anticipate the night ahead with a newfound sense of anticipation. Maybe, just maybe, this New Year's Eve won't be so bad after all.

Unbeknownst to the singer, Martin's persistent efforts to persuade her to attend the party were driven by a secret agenda. For months, he has harbored a hidden desire to introduce her to a friend of his, in the hopes of sparking a connection between them. Despite Martin's best intentions, his attempts to orchestrate their meeting have thus far been thwarted by her obliviousness to his matchmaking schemes.

After receiving the confirmation that the first part of his plan had been successful, Martin discreetly sent a text message to his friend, informing him of her attendance. “She's finally agreed to come,” he typed, a hint of excitement evident in his words. “Be ready to charm her off her feet.”

On a different hotel floor, a 5'10'' curly-haired Aussie’s mind raced with possibilities, wondering who this mystery woman could be.

With a shrug, he tapped out a quick reply, his fingers flying over the keys as he crafted a response. “Sounds intriguing,” he typed, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. “Looking forward to meeting her. Just hope I can keep up with your high expectations mate!” As he hit send, Daniel couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that lingered in the air.

Daniel's phone buzzed again with a response from Martin, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the playful banter that ensued. “Oh, don't worry,” Martin's message read, “I have complete faith in you. Just be yourself, that’s all you need”

Daniel grinned at his friend's confidence. Despite not knowing much about this mysterious woman, he couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation that coursed through his veins. With a sense of determination, he resolved to make the most of this opportunity, determined to leave a lasting impression on whoever this enigmatic figure turned out to be.

Little did he know, this chance encounter would set the stage for a fateful meeting that would change the course of his life in ways he never could have imagined.

As the sleek black car pulled up to the curb outside The Bowery Hotel, the pulsating energy of New York City's nightlife enveloped us like a warm embrace. Stepping out onto the bustling sidewalk, we were greeted by the soft glow of string lights and the distant hum of music drifting from the rooftop above.

Linking arms, we made our way through the elegant lobby of the hotel, the click of our heels echoing against the polished marble floors. Excitement crackled in the air as we rode the elevator to the top floor, anticipation mounting with each passing moment.

As the doors slid open to reveal the rooftop terrace bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights, we were met with a breathtaking view of the city skyline glittering against the night sky. The sound of laughter and conversation filled the air, mingling with the infectious beat of the music that pulsed through the crowd.

We stepped out onto the terrace and navigated through the crowd, the scent of champagne and laughter filled the air; our eyes alight with wonder as we took in the scene before us. The air was alive with the hum of excitement for the new year ahead.

Finding a secluded corner of the rooftop, I paused and craned my neck in search of the blond responsible for me being away from my cozy apartment that night. I spotted him talking with some people near where his set was set up. When our eyes met, he waved enthusiastically, his excitement palpable even from a distance.

Exchanging quick pleasantries, Martin excused himself from the group he was chatting with, his strides purposeful as he made his way towards our little circle. With a grin that could light up the entire city, Martin reached our group, his charismatic presence immediately drawing us in. “Ladies, you look stunning tonight,” he greeted us with a cheeky smile on his face, “and well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence,” he teased, his voice laced with playful banter as he directed his attention towards me.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes in mock exasperation, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. “I had four people ganging up on me, Martin, I couldn't exactly resist for long” I replied, my tone teasing as I shot him a playful glare.

Martin chuckled, his laughter infectious as he leaned in to give me a playful nudge. “That's what I like to hear! Now, let's show you what you almost missed by being a grumpy old lady tonight,” he exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious as he gestured towards the bustling rooftop party surrounding us.

Half an hour later, Daniel made his way through the vibrant crowd, his eyes scanning the faces around him, he caught sight of Martin amidst the sea of revelers. With a nod of recognition, he approached his friend, a curious glint in his eyes.

Martin turned towards him with a grin, anticipation dancing in his eyes. “Hey! What’s up, mate?” he gave him a quick hug. “She's already here," Martin exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement.

Daniel's interest was piqued, and he glanced around the crowded rooftop, searching for any indication of who Martin was referring to. “Oh, really?” Daniel replied, his curiosity evident in his tone.

Martin nodded eagerly, but instead of gesturing towards our group, he simply smiled mysteriously. “Yep, but I'll introduce you later. Duty calls,” he said with a shrug, gesturing towards the stage where he was needed.

Daniel's brow furrowed slightly in confusion, but he simply nodded in understanding as Martin hurried off to fulfill his obligations.

Martin's cryptic reply intrigued Daniel, sparking his curiosity further. He decided not to dwell on it for too long. With a shrug, he turned his attention back to the lively atmosphere of the party, eager to enjoy the night ahead. As he mingled with his friends, his thoughts occasionally drifted back to Martin's enigmatic words, wondering who exactly the DJ was referring to and what significance they held. But for now, he was content to simply soak in the excitement of the moment and let the night unfold as it may.

As Daniel's gaze lazily scanned the room, it landed on a group of vibrant individuals, among whom stood a figure that instantly commanded his attention. His eyes locked onto hers, and he felt a jolt of electricity course through him as their gazes met. In that fleeting moment, the noise of the party faded into the background, and all he could focus on was the captivating presence of the woman before him. Despite the nagging reminder of his supposed obligation to meet someone else, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her, his curiosity piqued and his interest unmistakably piqued.

Throughout the night, I found myself engaged in conversation with Selena and both of our friend groups, along with a few others who had approached us. However, the initial excitement I had felt was beginning to wane as my social battery ran low. I forced laughter and plastered on fake smiles as the people around us tried to create conversation, drawn to us for our status and connections rather than genuine friendship. My walls were up and I couldn’t help but be filled with nostalgia for the days when I effortlessly navigated the social whirlwind. God knows how I was able to endure all that, but now, that shiny façade of fame no longer held the appeal it once had. My eyes kept shifting around the multitude, trying to find an escape in the midst of the bustling party. Martin had to leave us after a while to greet other people that I’m sure he also invited. And now he was on the stage making sure everything was ready for the show, so that ruled him out of the equation.

I found myself wishing I could channel Fio's bold attitude, and just tell all these phonies to go pal’ carajo. She had this undeniable strength and fearlessness about her that I envied. I couldn't imagine myself possessing even a fraction of her confidence. Yet, all of these thoughts melted away when my gaze landed on his face across the rooftop.

In that moment, it felt as though the chaos around me dissipated, leaving only him in sharp focus. Our eyes met, and a smile graced his lips, instantly captivating me. There was something magnetic about him, an inexplicable allure that drew me in without a word spoken.

His smile held a warmth that felt achingly familiar, as if we shared some unspoken connection that transcended the bounds of time and place. With each passing moment, his gaze seemed to deepen, as though delving into the depths of my soul with a silent question: “Have we met before?” It was a question that echoed in the recesses of my mind, sparking a curiosity that I couldn't shake.

As I stood there, locked in this wordless exchange, I couldn't help but wonder about the secrets hidden behind those piercing eyes. Despite the throng of people around us, it felt as though we were the only two souls in the room, bound together by an invisible thread of fate.

Suddenly, his silhouette cut through the crowd, moving with purpose and determination. With each step he took, my heart quickened its pace, anticipation rising in tandem with the rhythm of my pulse. The air crackled with a silent energy and I found myself holding my breath caught in the gravity of his presence. The distance between us narrowed, until finally, he stood before me, his eyes locking onto mine with a magnetic intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

As he extended his hand towards me, a rush of warmth flooded through me, tingling at the touch of his skin against mine. “Hey,” he said, his voice smooth and resonant, sending a ripple of anticipation coursing through me. “I'm Daniel.” His name rolled off his tongue with a certain charm and a twinge of an accent, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him even more.

“Hi” I managed to say, attempting to regain my composure. “I'm Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue with a hint of curiosity. “Lovely name for a lovely lady.”

I could feel my cheeks flush at his compliment. “Thanks,” I replied, trying to play it cool. The spell broke for a moment as he suddenly realized that there was a group of people staring at him, his own cheeks seemed to redden for a second but he recovered fast and greeted them with a radiant smile. I couldn't help but admire the way he carried himself with such effortless charm. The realization sinked in that this wasn't just any charming stranger – holy shit, this was Daniel Ricciardo, the Formula 1 driver.

A playful glint danced in his eyes as his eyes drifted back to me, and a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His easy charm catched me off guard, and I found myself blushing involuntarily. I stole a quick glance at my friends, who shot me knowing looks, clearly amused by my reaction. It's as if they could read my mind, teasing me silently.

Okay Y/N, keep your cool. He is just a dude, I thought as I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. He is a gorgeous, smoking hot dude with a megawatt smile who smells wonderful. ¡Agh, mierda!.

Yeah, I was fucked. I guessed it was time to put those acting skills to use.

“So, Daniel, what brings you to this fabulous party?” I tilted my head as I asked, I prayed it came out in a flirty but nonchalant way and not in a way that revealed the nervous flutter in my stomach. Daniel grinned, his gaze lingered on me. “Well, a friend insisted that I come, said it was going to be the party of the year. And, I must say, meeting someone as captivating as you was an unexpected bonus.”

A light blush spreaded across my cheeks at his words, and I glanced away momentarily, trying to regain my composure. “Flattery will get you everywhere, won't it?”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I certainly hope so.”

I chuckled, trying to play it cool. “Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?”

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Challenge accepted,” he replied, leaning in closer. With a playful smirk, he asked, “But first, would you like to grab a drink?”

The playful exchange between us continued as we made our way towards the bar, the atmosphere around us seemingly faded into the background as we became engrossed in each other's company.

Our playful banter flowed effortlessly, each quip and witty remark met with a matching response from the other. It's like we were in our own little world, oblivious to the party swirling around us as we exchanged jokes and anecdotes. There's something about him that feels like coming home, yet I know we've never crossed paths before. His genuine smile and easygoing demeanor put me at ease, and I found myself opening up to him more than I had in a long time.

We both paused to stare at the DJ in his element, the corners of my mouth turned up when the Dutchy’s words ringed in my head: I almost missed this by being a grumpy old lady. I glanced over to find him already fixated on me, he smiled at me softly and a soft flutter danced in the pit of my stomach as I caught his eyes lingering on my lips. Was it just my imagination, or did the air around us suddenly crackle with an electric charge?

I tried to keep my tone light, “So, what's been the highlight of your evening so far?”

“If you’d asked me this about two hours ago I’d say the good vibes and great company,” he replied smoothly, his gaze never leaving mine. “But now that I've found you, I think I've found the best part of the evening.”

“Oh, stop it,” I chuckled, feeling my cheeks warm further.

“I mean it,” he insisted, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. “You've got this magnetic energy about you. I couldn't resist coming over to say hi.”

I felt a flutter in my stomach at his words. “Well, I'm glad you did,” I replied, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “It's nice to meet someone genuine at a party like this.”

Daniel grinned, leaning in a little closer. “Tell me about it. Most people here seem more interested in flashing cameras and rubbing elbows with celebrities than having a real conversation.”

I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over me that he felt the same way. “Exactly. It's refreshing to find someone who values authenticity.”

His smile widened. “Well, authenticity is my middle name,” he quipped, earning a laugh from me.

“Is it really?” I teased back, raising an eyebrow playfully.

He chuckled softly. “Not quite, but close enough,” he replied. The sound of his laughter was like music to my ears, washing over me in gentle waves. I couldn't help but smile in return, feeling a warmth spread through me at the sight of his genuine amusement. There was something so effortlessly charming about him, something that made it impossible not to be drawn to him.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Martin, from his place behind his console, grabbed the microphone, sending a burst of excitement through the crowd. The music softened, and all eyes turned towards him, eager to hear what he had to say. With a smile, he leaned into the mic.

“Alright, everyone! Get ready, because we're about to kick off the countdown to the new year!” his voice boomed over the speakers, igniting cheers and applause.

Daniel and I exchanged surprised glances, realizing how swiftly time had slipped away during our conversation. A sheepish grin spread across our faces as we chuckled at the realization.

“Wow, can you believe it?” Daniel exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I replied, “I know, right? It feels like we just got here!”

But despite our astonishment, there was an undeniable excitement in the air as we eagerly awaited the start of the countdown. Time may have slipped away unnoticed, but we were more than ready to welcome the new year with open arms.

With the pulsating energy of the crowd and the anticipation building up, Martin's announcement seemed to mark a pivotal moment in the night. It was as if time paused for just a brief moment, allowing us to reflect on the year gone by and the possibilities that lay ahead.

As the countdown began, the atmosphere on the terrace grew electric. Each second ticking by felt charged with anticipation, drawing us closer to the threshold of a new beginning. Daniel and I joined in with the crowd, counting down in unison as the numbers on the screen dwindled.

“Ten!... Nine!... Eight!” The voices around us echoed, filling the place with excitement and joy.

As the final seconds ticked away before the stroke of midnight, I stole a moment to scan the crowd, searching for familiar faces amidst the sea of revelers. My gaze locked onto Fio, Vitto, and Danna, who were huddled together nearby. Fio, ever perceptive, caught my gaze first. With a playful nudge to Vitto and Danna, she directed their attention towards me, and they turned in unison, their eyes met mine with knowing looks and a mischievous grin spread across their faces.

With playful antics, they puckered their lips in exaggerated kissy faces, teasing me in a lighthearted manner. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their antics, a light blush tinting my cheeks in response to their jovial teasing.

Amidst the playful exchange, a fleeting thought crossed my mind. I wondered, for just a moment, if perhaps Daniel, standing closer than before, was considering the same playful gesture. But before I could dwell on the thought, the clock struck midnight, and the room erupted into cheers and celebration.

As the cheers filled the air, Daniel and I turned to each other with shy smiles, caught up in the infectious excitement of the moment. “Happy New Year,” we said simultaneously, our voices barely audible above the din of the crowd.

For a brief moment, there was a subtle shift in the air, a silent pause that seemed to linger between us. In that fleeting instant, it felt as if time slowed down, and I found myself meeting Daniel's gaze, our eyes locking in a silent exchange filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

There was a palpable tension, a delicate balance hanging in the air, as if both of us were teetering on the edge of something unspoken. In that moment, it seemed as though Daniel might lean in, his movements tentative and hesitant, as if contemplating a gesture that could change everything.

Was he gonna kiss me? Oh, I wouldn’t be mad if he stole a kiss.

Or several.

But then, just as quickly as the moment had arisen, it passed. With a soft smile and a gentle nod, Daniel seemed to reconsider, pulling back slightly as if to preserve the moment's delicate equilibrium. And in that simple gesture, the unspoken understanding between us remained.

As the moment hung in the air between Daniel and me, on the brink of something uncertain, the sounds of joyous screams suddenly pierced through the atmosphere, drawing our attention away.

Before I could fully process what was happening, I felt warm arms wrap around me, pulling me into an exuberant embrace. It was the girls, Fio, Vitto, and Danna, their laughter mingling with the cheers of the crowd as they enveloped me in their enthusiastic greeting.

"Happy New Year!" they exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with genuine warmth and excitement.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the timing of their arrival, grateful for the distraction from the almost-kiss tension that had begun to linger between Daniel and me. With their infectious energy and playful banter, they effortlessly diffused the slight awkwardness that had threatened to overshadow the moment.

As we exchanged hugs and well wishes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for their timely intervention. In their presence, the lingering tension dissipated, replaced by a sense of sisterhood and shared joy.

And as we laughed and celebrated together, I couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps some moments were meant to be savored, not rushed. Whatever the future held for Daniel and me, I knew that in that moment, I was exactly where I was meant to be.

With infectious enthusiasm, the girls dragged me towards the terrace railings, eager to get a better view of the fireworks illuminating the night sky. Laughing and chatting animatedly, we leaned against the railing, our eyes fixed on the colorful explosions lighting up the darkness.

As we marveled at the spectacle unfolding before us, Daniel excused himself with a smile, promising to join us in just a moment. I watched him disappear into the crowd, his easy charm drawing smiles and greetings from everyone he came across.

Alone for a brief moment amidst the excitement of the celebration, I took a deep breath, allowing myself to soak in the energy of the night. The air was alive with anticipation, the promise of new beginnings hanging in the air like a tangible presence.

And as the fireworks continued to paint the sky with bursts of color and light, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the moments shared with friends, old and new. In that fleeting moment of tranquility, amidst the chaos of the celebration, I found solace in the knowledge that no matter where life took us, our bonds would always endure, guiding us through the highs and lows of the journey ahead. I felt grateful to call these incredible women my friends. And as the last remnants of the fireworks faded into the night, I turned to raise my glass in a toast with the girls following, my heart full with the promise of the new year ahead.

Just as I turned back to try and catch a glimpse of a certain Aussie in the crowd, Daniel appeared at my side with a warm smile. His eyes sparkled with the residual excitement of the celebration, and his easygoing demeanor put me at ease.

“Hey there,” he greeted me, his voice carrying over the lingering echoes of the fireworks. “Did you enjoy the show?”

I returned his smile with a nod, the exhilaration of the moment still coursing through my veins. “It was amazing,” I replied, my voice filled with genuine awe. “I can't believe how quickly the year flew by.”

Daniel chuckled softly, his gaze drifting towards the horizon where the last traces of the fireworks faded into the darkness. “Yeah, 2019 feels like it was yesterday,” he quipped, a playful twist to his words.

I couldn't help but laugh at his silly joke, shaking my head in amusement. Despite its simplicity, his humor didn’t fail to bring a smile to my face. And as my laughter echoed into the night, I noticed Daniel's own smile widening, his eyes alight with infectious joy.

As my laughter subsided, Daniel's eyes softened, his gaze lingering on me with a warmth that sent a flutter through my chest. In the soft glow of the terrace lights, his features seemed to soften, his smile taking on a tender quality.

“You know,” he began, his voice gentle, “you look absolutely beautiful under the firework lights.”

A blush rose to my cheeks at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through me at the unexpected compliment. It was a simple gesture, but it carried a weight of sincerity that touched me deeply.

“Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, but filled with genuine appreciation.

Daniel's gaze held mine for a moment longer, his expression softening even further as he had the purest beam of light on his face that made my heart melt. “Actually,” he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “you outshine even the fireworks themselves.”

A surprised chuckle escaped my lips, and I could feel my cheeks flush with a warmth that spread from his endearing words. His unexpected compliment caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless.

It was such a simple yet profoundly sweet sentiment, and it took me by surprise in the best possible way.

As Daniel's sweet words lingered in the air, a comfortable silence settled between us, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the continuing celebration. It was a couple minutes after midnight, and there were already a couple resolutions broken.

I couldn't help but chuckle softly at the thought, the warmth of Daniel's presence enveloping me like a comforting embrace. Despite the inevitable imperfections of the past year, there was a sense of hope and possibility lingering in the air for this new one, a reminder that every moment held the potential for growth and renewal.

We continued to chat and laugh as we made our way to one of the high tables to continue our conversation in a more comfortable setting. Martin even made an appearance, greeting us with his usual kind and friendly attitude. A shit-eating grin adorned his face as he saw us talking. He inconspicuously winked at me which prompted me to affectionately roll my eyes.

Okay Martin, I get it, you were right...again.

But one curious thing happened when Martin approached. I noticed a flicker of apology in Daniel's eyes, a subtle shift in his demeanor that caught my attention. Confused, I glanced at him, wondering what had prompted this sudden change. It wasn't until much later that I would come to understand the reason behind his apologetic expression.

Unbeknownst to me, Daniel had misunderstood Martin's intentions, believing that the girl he had spoken to him about was someone else entirely. In his mind, there was no connection between Martin's matchmaking scheme and the girl he had been conversing with all along—me.

And so, we were unaware of the intricate web of plans and schemes being woven around us. Little did I know, the seeds of something special had already been planted, waiting to bloom and blossom in the days and weeks to come.

A while later, one of the waiters passed by, weaving through the crowd. Seizing the opportunity, Daniel called out to him, “Excuse me, do you have a pen?”

The waiter nodded and swiftly produced one, handing it over with a friendly smile. Once he left, Daniel grabbed a napkin from the table and quickly sketched out a tic-tac-toe grid with the pen. With a mischievous grin, he declared, “Let's make a deal. If I win, you have to give me your number.”

I couldn't help but laugh at his spontaneous challenge, the playful glint in his eyes infectious. “Alright, you're on,” I replied, picking up the pen to make my first move.

“But,” I paused with a smirk. I raised an eyebrow at Daniel, unable to suppress a playful grin. “What do I get if I win?” I challenged him, my tone teasing and light.

Daniel's lips curled into a flirtatious smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well,” he replied, leaning in closer with a playful glint in his eyes, “if you win, you get my number instead.”

His response elicited another laugh from me, the playful banter adding to the already vibrant energy between us. With a nod of agreement, I made my move, determined to give him a run for his money.

However, despite my best efforts, Daniel proved to be a formidable opponent—athletes do tend to have another level of competitiveness after all, even with the smallest and silliest things—, and before I knew it, he had emerged victorious, marking the final square with a triumphant flourish.

With a mock sigh of defeat, I conceded, acknowledging his win with good humor. “Alright, you got me,” I chuckled, conceding to his victory. “Looks like I owe you my number.”

With a pleased smile he passed me his phone. As I began typing my number into Daniel's phone, focused on the task at hand, I felt a sudden movement beside me. Glancing up, I saw Daniel grab another napkin, his expression mischievous as he quickly scribbled something onto it.

Curious, I watched as he slid the napkin across the table towards me. My eyes widened in surprise as I read the words written in his handwriting: “You are cute.”

A warmth spread through me at his unexpected gesture, a rush of flattered excitement tingling in my veins. With a playful smile, I looked up to meet his gaze, my heart fluttering with anticipation.

“Smooth move,” I teased, unable to hide the smile that danced on my lips. “But I think you've already won me over with your charm.”

As I finished adding my number to his phone, I slid it back across the table towards him. With a grin, Daniel accepted his phone back, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction at my response. “Can't blame a bloke for trying,” he quipped, his tone light and playful.

The playful energy between us only seemed to intensify and I found myself drawn further into the magnetic pull of Daniel's presence, captivated by his whiskey-colored eyes that held a depth that seemed to unravel the secrets of the universe. And when he spoke, his Australian accent danced with a melodic cadence that resonated deep within my soul, infusing every word with a warmth and charm that was impossible to resist.

But it wasn't just his accent that captivated me—it was his carefree personality, his easygoing demeanor that made every moment feel effortless and free. He laughed with abandon, his infectious joy spreading like wildfire and igniting a spark of laughter within me.

And then there were his hands, expressive and animated as he spoke, each gesture painting a vivid picture of his thoughts and emotions. It was as if his hands had a language of their own, weaving tales of adventures that left me hanging on his every word.

Just as the party was reaching its peak and the energy in the room soared, one of the girls came up to me with a sense of urgency in her expression. “Hey babes, we need to head out already,” she informed me, a hint of regret in her voice.

My heart sank at the sudden announcement, realizing the abrupt end to the evening's festivities. With a mixture of disappointment and resignation, I turned to Daniel, silently conveying my apologies with a glance.

“I'm sorry, but Vitto's had a bit too much to drink,” Danna explained, her tone apologetic as she gestured towards our intoxicated companion. “We need to get her home.”

There was a flicker of disappointment in Daniel's eyes, mirrored by my own sense of frustration at the untimely interruption.

With a sympathetic smile, Daniel nodded in understanding, his expression reflecting a mixture of disappointment and acceptance. “Of course, safety first,” he replied, his voice filled with empathy. “Take care, and hopefully, we'll see each other again soon.”

As I exchanged final farewells with Daniel, a pang of regret lingered in the air, accompanied by the bittersweet realization that our time together had been cut short. Yet, amidst the disappointment, there was a glimmer of hope, a silent promise of future encounters.

With a nod of gratitude, I turned to join my friends. And as I reached the girls, I couldn't help but sigh softly, my concern for Vitto mixing with a hint of amusement. “Ay, Vitto,” I murmured, shaking my head in disbelief at how quickly she had managed to get drunk in just an hour.

Vitto, in her intoxicated state, offered a drunken apology and let out a soft laugh, her carefree demeanor infectious. “Sorry,” she slurred, her words accompanied by a playful giggle.

I couldn't help but smile at her antics, reassured by her good spirits despite the unexpected turn of events. “It's okay,” I assured her, placing an arm around her shoulder. “Let's get you home safely.”

As I turned to leave, I couldn't resist stealing a last glimpse back at Daniel. To my surprise, I found him still staring at me, his smile widening as he waved goodbye. A rush of warmth flooded through me at the sight.

On our way home, the girls couldn't resist teasing me about Daniel, joking about how we had spent the whole night together. Their playful banter only served to deepen my blush, fueling the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. The city lights blurred into a mosaic of colors outside the car window and the laughter of the girls faded into the background as I found myself lost in the memory of Daniel's captivating smile, the warmth of his gaze still lingering in the corners of my mind.

I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something truly special about that smile, something that lingered long after the party had ended and the night had grown quiet. To me, it wasn't just any smile—it was warm, genuine, and filled with an undeniable spark that seemed to reach straight into my soul. It was a smile that spoke volumes, conveying a sense of understanding, a twinge of mischief, and unspoken promise that left me breathless with anticipation.

With a soft sigh, I couldn't help but reflect on the serendipitous twist of fate that had brought us together tonight. In that brief moment of connection, amidst the music and laughter, I had felt a spark of something special—a connection that defied explanation and left me yearning for more.

And as I stared out into the night, the city lights twinkling like stars in the darkness, I knew that I would carry the memory of that encounter with me forever. In that moment, meeting him felt like a spell had been cast upon me, capturing my heart in an instant.

The thought made a soft smile tug at the corners of my lips, my heart fluttering with the anticipation of what the future might hold.

At the end of the night, all I knew was,

Daniel, I was enchanted to meet you.

#the joker and the queen fic #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #latina!reader #daniel ricciardo x female reader #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo fluff #( agentstarkid's works )

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I held back on asking this because I didn’t know if you would be receptive to it. But your last post makes me think you would be, so, for buddietommy: if one of them died, how do you think the others would respond? Do you think the remaining two would cling tighter to the person who was left, or do you think the loss would be insurmountable and break them apart?

they're not breaking up, like. what they have is forever even if one of them is gone. but. how they cope with it depends entirely on who's left. so. like.

if it's tommy who dies and buck and eddie who are left, they would just. go into their bubble. you know the one. it's the one that exists already, the one where they take their codependency and amplify it by a thousand just so they can heal themselves and each other. it takes a long time and they never get back to where / who they were because loving him, being with him changed them on such molecular levels. but. they heal and they recover and they find equilibrium again. eventually.

if it's buck who dies... this is a tough one because i feel like... like. it's wrong to say buck is their glue because he isn't, like, tommy and eddie had a relationship before buck even entered the picture. but, like. tommy and eddie are so similar that buck is like their balance. he's the odd man out in the best way. and so... losing him, i think, would force tommy / eddie to reevaluate their relationship. not reevaluate whether or not they want to stay together — because that's non-negotiable — but reevaluate who they are as a couple in the wake of losing such a vital piece of their dynamic. it would be like learning who each other is for the very first time, and it would take a lot of time. so much time and so much grief and so many sleepless nights but. they would get their eventually.

and then. ah. if eddie is the one who died (and this is the part of the proceedings where i remind everyone that i am an eddie girl first and the thought literally makes me want to barf), i feel like the response would be similar if it was tommy who died. like. just very much so buck and tommy withdrawing into themselves and shutting the world out, caring for each other, holding each other together and holding each other up until they're ready to emerge. and they're always a little bit sad forever. like. that's grief for you. but eddie's absence is so. noticable. literally until the day they die. it's hard but they're in love and the love doesn't change just because one of them is missing.

anyways. i'm upset so Enough of That.

#tv: 911 #jack answers mail #buddietommy #not to be dramatic but i am in the deepest pits of hell

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the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep · 21 days

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Alchemy 410, Chapter 4: Catalysis

SUMMARY: Illyth Arabana and Gale Dekarios can’t be in the same room without wanting to throttle each other. Can they survive being lab partners in their fourth year alchemy class?

Gale and Illyth are slogging through the most tedious part of their project but Illyth can barely stay awake.

RATING: M

PAIRING: Gale/OC

TAGS: Enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, pre-canon, academia, alchemy, lab partners, slow burn, height difference, eventual smut, a couple of nerds fall in love

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

Drip.

“Gods, this is taking forever,” Illyth groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she watched the pale pink fluid drip through the buret and into a flask below. The titration was a tedious, painstaking process. It required consistent attention, as there was no room for error. There was a chemical indicator in the fluid dripping through the buret tube that would turn the solution a faint robin’s egg blue when chemical equilibrium was reached. If the titration went on for a moment too long, the potion would be ruined and the process would need to be restarted.

The pair were in Gale’s dorm room once again. It was their third attempt that month to successfully titrate the potion to its equivalence point, having failed twice already. The two of them squabbled about whose fault it was that prior attempts were unsuccessful, but culpability did not change the fact that if they could manage to get the titration correct, they would still need to reproduce the results twice after that.

“Why haven’t we found a more efficient way to do this?” Illyth complained. “Who in the hells has time to sit here like this?”

“You do, apparently,” Gale snorted. He was leaning against the foot of his bed, squinting at an Alzhedo language textbook and scribbling notes onto a piece of parchment next to him.

“Clearly,” Illyth replied, trying to stifle her ire. Her patience was running thinner than usual and she was struggling to stay awake. With midterms approaching, she was operating on a serious sleep deficit. Because of her and Gale’s respective schedules, the only time they could meet was later in the evenings when Illyth’s fatigue was more difficult to ignore. She drew a deep breath and sighed, blinking a couple of times to clear the haze of exhaustion.

Behind her, Gale muttered under his breath as he flipped back and forth between the parchment and the textbook.

Illyth smirked to herself. “Having some trouble over there, prodigy?”

“Shut up,” Gale sneered, shooting an irate glance at Illyth, who chuckled in response. She turned the stopper on the buret and looked back over her shoulder at him.

“May I take a look?” she asked, turning to face Gale. “As a student of arcane linguistics, I believe I may be able to assist.”

Gale huffed in a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. “Fine.”

Illyth blinked hard, trying to refocus her bleary eyes. She scooted over next to Gale and peered down at the assignment in front of him. Her eyes flicked between the textbook and the parchment. The book was about the history of the Genasi in the Old Empires, written by a sage from Calimport. Illyth was familiar with the author after taking this class last term.

“Gods, this is my least favorite book,” she grumbled. “Its grammatical structures are so awkward.”

Gale watched as Illyth ran her delicate fingers along each line on the page, tracing the sentences and muttering under her breath.

“Ah, yes, so,” she began. “Assuming you have Professor K’han’ar, which I would imagine you do since he’s the only one who insists on making people read this, he wants you to provide a timeline of the events leading up to and following the Spellplague their impact on Genasi society, but this is a trick question of sorts because Genasi lived in isolation until the Spellplague.”

She turned her attention to the notes Gale scribbled on the parchment beside him. She hummed in recognition as she scanned the page. “Your tenses are all over the place,” she remarked. “May I make a couple of suggestions?”

Gale shrugged and gestured passively to the parchment. “Be my guest.”

Illyth smiled softly. This was a rare opportunity for her to showcase her skills. She picked up the quill and sketched a chart at the top of the page that outlined the different tenses.

“Luckily, Alzhedo doesn’t have irregular verbs, unlike Elvish or Draconic,” Illyth commented. “This chart might help, though. I made it last term.”

Gale picked up the parchment and nodded approvingly. When Illyth laid the information out so plainly, the tense differences were much clearer to him. “This might be quite useful,” he said. His deep brown eyes met Illyth’s wine-red eyes and he smiled earnestly. “Thank you.”

“Mm-hm,” Illyth hummed, returning to the titration. She opened up the stopper once again.

Drip.

The rhythmic dripping had a hypnotic effect on Illyth, whose fatigue was only worsening. Her eyelids began to sag and, despite her best efforts to stay awake, she was beginning to doze off.

Drip.

Her neck slackened and her head lolled to the side. She jolted awake with a gasp, attempting to regain control over her exhaustion. Worriedly, she looked to the titration and sighed in relief, seeing that the robin’s egg blue neutrality indicator had yet to develop.

“Allow me to take watch,” Gale said. “If you go on much longer like that, the potion will be ruined. Again.”

Illyth snorted under her breath, considering arguing back to insist that she was fine.

“Alright,” she relented. Illyth scooted away from the alchemy instrumentation and traded places with Gale to lean against the foot of the bed. It felt like an admission of weakness and failure to allow Gale to take over, but there was no concealing that she was too tired to continue.

Her eyelids fluttered shut once more, but Illyth was too exhausted to realize that she was dozing off.

Drip.

Gale could hear Illyth’s soft snoring behind him as he watched the titration. She’d fallen asleep immediately. For all of her toughness and resolve, she was vulnerable now. Her posture was soft and at ease and her lips parted as she slept. Gale smiled to himself and shook his head at the obstinance of his lab partner. Even in her exhaustion, Illyth still felt the need to prove herself, to show him how capable she was. Gale couldn’t deny that their intellects complemented each other, but Gods she was acerbic. Nobody challenged him in the way she did, a trait that intrigued and irritated Gale in equal measure.

The potion took on a faint blue tinge and Gale immediately stopped the titration. He examined the liquid in the flask and swirled it around, appreciating the perfection he’d achieved. He took note of the changes in volume between the buret and the flask and recorded the measurements on the data sheet that Illyth made.

Gale sighed contentedly. They were only a third of the way done with the potion brews, but he felt a sense of satisfaction in finally achieving a perfectly neutral solution suitable for consumption. Gale eyed the instrumentation and glassware in front of him, pursing his lips in determination. There had to be a more efficient way to produce this potion. Perhaps if he toyed with the process a little longer, he could find a way. Even though his eyelids were growing heavy with sleep, the challenge of discovery was too compelling to ignore.

Gale lit another candle and started the next potion brew.

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Illyth awoke with a start at the sound of soft mumbling nearby. Early morning sunlight filtered through the windows, covering Gale’s dorm room in a soft, warm glow. She blinked several times, trying to clear the bleariness from her eyes.

She scanned the room, trying to get a sense of where she was. She didn’t recall having fallen asleep in Gale’s dorm room, but she did recall changing places with Gale to let him watch over the potion titration. Yet, there she was on the floor with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She assumed that Gale laid the blanket over her when he realized that she’d fallen asleep. Illyth smiled to herself, taking a moment to appreciate his gesture.

Three pale blue potion bottles sat on the makeshift lab table, corked and ready to consume. Illyth reasoned that Gale must have stayed up until the wee hours of the morning to finish the potions.

Gale was curled up with his head resting on the table, snoring and muttering in his sleep. He didn’t stir when Illyth draped the blanket over his shoulders before she left.

Whatever he was dreaming of, it was making him smile.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fic #baldur's gate #Gale #gale baldurs gate 3 #gale fic #gale romance #gale x oc

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team7-headquarter · 1 year

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Random details about the kunoichi squad of the Konoha 12 when they're on missions:

Tenten is the designated leader, because Ino and Sakura won't stop being competitive and Hinata is forever stuck on intervening in their fights.

Good thing Tenten has enough experience dealing with Gai sensei and Rock Lee, so she knows how to morph the competitive spirit of her fellow kunoichis into productivity.

The cooking turns are comedy time, 'cause Hinata is the best cook, yet her food holds mysterious properties that makes you feel terribly sick some hours after eating; Tenten food is rather spicy, which paired with poor Hinata's turn is a recipe for disaster. That's why Ino and Sakura have turns in between: Sakura cooks rather bland, good for nursing a sick stomach because it taste like hospital food anyway. Ino's food is tasty but simple, reaching perfect equilibrium.

Hinata leads the way with her byakugan, while Sakura stays back and shields them, since she can take more damage / heal easier and she's the designated medic nin. Ino and Tenten work as middle and long distance fighters.

Hinata and Sakura take the night shifts, again due the byakugan and Sakura's ability to use her chakra and enhance her senses (a bit). Ino and Tenten take the day shifts; they need the sunlight to spot and attack their enemies.

Ino's affinity for flowers and Sakura's affinity for medicine makes them quite the poison making duo. Whenever they are free, Hinata and Tenten assists them on finding different varieties. Each of them have a number of poisoned kunais at all times, Tenten most of all, since she uses them in at least half of her weapons.

They play cards together and let me tell you, they are merciless. They cheat and bet and gossip and justify it by saying it is part of the kunoichi training. It is part of the kunoichi training, but still.

Shikamaru's biggest nightmare.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #sakura haruno #ino yamanaka #tenten naruto #tenten #hinata hyuga #hinata hyuuga #naruto kunoichis #kunoichis #konoha #Konohagakure #konoha 12 #rookie 9

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zorosmalewife · 1 month

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Chain Reaction Notes - Chapter 10

Friendly reminder that chapter 10 is the first one that isn't posted yet! If you want to know what's to come, and what I as the author think is important about the scenes, read on. If you don't, then don't expand the readmore! You could always come back here after the chapter is posted :)

Each chapter's notes start with the theme of the chapter. Then a list of the scenes, structured as follows:

scene number as depicted in the outlines from my update posts on this tumblr - POV character - one line summary of the concept - (time left until they return to Sabaody) (how long Ace and Zoro have been together) - list of relevant variables, details, etc

Then, after listing all the scenes, I decided on a title!

Theme: Learning our new normal. (Establishing what they'll be leaving behind at the end.) Learning is a significant theme. Setting the stage for what's to come

6 - ZORO - Zoro beats Alpha (1 year 9 months left) - he's finally not stressed out <- back on form

6.5 - ZORO - spar w/ Ace (1 year 9 months left) - first time Ace goes all out - Ace gets distracted. Learns logias need to dematerialize consciously <- Ace + Mihawk @ odds - mini observation haki lesson

7 - ACE - Farming! (1 year 8.25 months left) - says Zoro trains w/ Mihawk after lunch. Mihawk is rarely present for breakfast - Ace thinks he kind of wants to stay forever - Perona + Ace chat. Warming up 2 each other - group bonding. Perona teasing Zoro, Perona and Ace goading Mihawk into tossing Zoro into the lake

7.5 - ZORO - family dinner. resting is important etc (1 year 8.25 months left) - Ace + Mihawk @ odds. Like in a major way - more family bonding. somehow - Zoro thinking there's nowhere he'd rather be

8 - ZORO - armament haki lesson! (1 year 8.25 months left) - kuraigana is home, now, to zoro - Ace leaning against Perona. Allies, if nothing else - fambly...

8.5 - ACE - spar w/ Ace. Haki practice~! (1 year 7.5 months left) - Ace thinks he's a bad bf who can't provide emotional support <- bro is so guilty all the time - A massages Zoro for the first time

9 - ZORO - camping! drunk convo. (1 year 6.75 months left.) (together 3.75 months) - mention Ace falling asleep in his food - 2 days after being able to drink again (1.5 months after ban) - Zoro sparred w/ Mihawk that day - relationship talk. 'this is just alabasta 2.' 'so what?' - Zoro wants to love and be loved but isn't there. Wonders if he even can get there. Wants to, tho - isn't emotional availability enough? - when they kiss... fireworks, and all that.

Title: equilibrium

#chain reaction by zorosmalewife

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atthebell · 7 months

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atthebell mcyt fics masterpost

QSMP:

la crianza: Drabbles/character studies on QSMP & egg parenthood. Complete, oneshot.

confiança: Forever reassures Cellbit that despite the Federation pulling the wool over his eyes, he'll figure it all out in the end. Soft late night insaneduo! Complete, oneshot.

not quite but we're almost there: Roier decides to give Cellbit a much-needed distraction, in the form of theft and flirtation, and they go on what is definitely not a date. Not yet. Complete, oneshot.

promise me you'll try: Roier hasn’t been sleeping, worry and fatigue etched into the lines of his face. Cellbit is running himself ragged trying to find any information. They talk about it. Complete, oneshot.

take a breath: insaneduo fluff, werewolf forever. Complete, oneshot.

so bad all my bones shake: spiderbit host a halloween party! Complete, oneshot.

lovely maze you've got there. would be a pleasure to be chased through it: cellbit chases pac around the halloween maze and then they make out. Complete, oneshot.

won't you lover chase me down: cellbit enjoys the way roier goes after him during purgatory-- the way he focuses on spilling his husband's blood, delights in the violence. Complete, oneshot.

sitting here won't make this any easier: insaneduo post-happy pills arc talk about punishment and guilt. Complete, oneshot.

Series:

a heart's a heavy burden: Crimeboys Howl's Moving Castle AU, with plenty of domestic fluff, soft magic, and shenanigans. lots of clingyduo and bedrockbros as well. WIP, 8/?? chapters, on indefinite hiatus (unlikely to be finished).

monster for monster: Tntduo Fae!Quackity/Vampire!Wilbur AU, idiots in love (and competition). 3 chapters.

sink your teeth in (and never let go): Feral vampire baby Tommy gets adopted by fantasy creatures SBI; fluff and shenanigans ensue. Unfinished, 2 chapters.

for i to you, and you to me: Wilbur-centric Fae!Tommy crimeboys. Wilbur is a lonely bard who travels from town to town without a home; Tommy is a gremlin in the woods looking for a new older brother. lots of fluff. Unfinished, 1 chapter.

Oneshots:

soak you to the bone: Bedrockbros hybrid fluff (Techno pulls Tommy out of a wet dumpster & brings him home), SBI fluff as well. Complete, oneshot.

stardust in your eyes: Tinarose Among Us AU for the Tinarose Spin the Wheel event! ft. Imposter!Tina & minor Karlnapity. Complete, oneshot.

under the marble and the snow: O!Crimeboys fluff, holiday exchange fic. Complete, oneshot.

except you, you can stay: Bedrockbros/SBI fluffy hurt/comfort hybrid AU. Complete, oneshot.

to cure it of sorrow would destroy it: my (semi) in-canon dsmp fics (these are not connected unless otherwise noted)

nothing has changed: Wilbur-centric, angsty. Wilbur realizes that he and Ghostbur aren't so separate after all. Complete, oneshot.

a gentle hand: Tinarose, domestic fluff. Post- Hannah's wings being destroyed, she stays with Tina and feels, for once, at home. Complete, oneshot.

equilibrium: Tommy thinks about all the types of justice other server members believe in, and his own. Complete, oneshot.

there is a crack in everything (that's how the light gets in): Wilbur is the son of Death. Most people (one in particular) don't piece that together (aka dark(ish) Wilbur kills Dream with Death powers). Complete, oneshot.

epistolary: Wilbur writes a letter to Tommy from Utah. Complete, oneshot.

early l'manberg shifter au drabble: Short drabble about early L'manberg and Tommy's doubts. Shifter AU. Complete, oneshot.

set free from narrow places: Same canon as epistolary; Wilbur writes Tommy a letter during passover and reminisces on past years. Complete, oneshot.

give and take: Emeraldsduo domestic fluff ft. wing grooming and forcing each other to rest, damn it. Complete, oneshot.

once upon a time you asked to stay the night (and now i'm saying yes): Soft tntduo fluff, in which they act like fools, eat dinner together, and reminisce. Complete, oneshot.

#bell.txt #bell fics masterpost #my fics #ahahb #monster4monster #okay now this is on this blog now YIPPEEE #bell fics

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hell-yeah-satanism · 8 months

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An overview on my relationship with my gods!

Note: what i say is my own experience and what i have learned from them, and feel free to correct me if im wrong, but i think my interpretation and information is correct, without further ado, heres the mythology on my gods

Lucifer/satan

Everyone has their own version of Lucifer, but according to the book of moses, satan offered to be the redeemer of mankind, but was thrown out of heaven after becoming rebellious after his offer was rejected, he later made a plan with cain to kill abel when they formed a pact, but was tempted by Satan before calling the name of the "Only Begotten" which caused Satan to depart

Baphomet

Once worshipped by the knights templars(allegedly) they have been merged into occult and Western esotericism traditions, baphomet is a symbol of balance in different religious and occult practices, with some occultists linking Gnostics and templars, they are also seen as a deity and a demon by some(in my case a deity) baphomet is the symbolization of the equilibrium of opposites, half person, half animal, man and woman, good and “evil” nowadays they are seen as a deity/demon among Satanists

The things I learned about them

They are a really sweet deity, they always make time for you, in the 9 months i have been working with them, they have always been caring, taking time to educate me, making sure im okay etc etc

Things I associate with them

Crystals: tigers eye, obsidian, emerald, turquoise

The feeling you get when you learn something new/correct the old information

The cold air that happens after it rains

Overview of my experience

Satan will always be one of my main deitys, as they shown me so much, in such little time, that they will always have a place in my heart, and will show them such

Some storys of them: they once stayed with me after i lost a friend just to make sure i would be okay, they have stayed with me while i was going though a brakeup with a toxic ex, and most in important thing, he sent the one person thats means everything to me, my fiancée, so im forever in his debt for giving me him

Hail satan!

Sorces

Satan: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satan

Baphomet: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baphomet

#satanism #satan #theistic satanism #ave satanas #paganism #religion #theistic satanist #devil #luciferism #satanic

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sur-realpolitik · 7 months

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US politics: an analysis by this bozo right here.

Hello I'm Felix Warren and I've been reading Politico every day since early 2016 as the equivalent of how other people watch their "soaps." One of my chief goals in this weirdly obsessive reading habit was to see if I could understand what was going on enough to analyze it, and if not, how long it would take me to get to where I could do so. The test would be if I could predict where general trends in politics and related news would go. It's been like that for the past few years, actually--I've been able to anticipate a few things before they were reported over the past couple years in fact. So, this is my take on where things are going now that it's almost November 2023.

The big thing is, people worry a lot about where the Republican party is going. Republicans do as much as Democrats do. And this is because the Republican party has been having some internal problems for awhile, which became very visible once the Tea Party became a big thing. And I think what's going to happen eventually with the Republican party is either a split or a purge, where it becomes several parties that more accurately reflect their own members' beliefs. The Democratic party could also use a split but it's still able to come to compromises and agreements for the good of a strong majority, so I don't know if it's in danger of cracking in half in the same way.

In the short term, though, things are probably gonna coalesce around Trump until he has a downfall. The man can't live forever and he can't stay out of jail forever either. I know a lot of people get scared of his followers having some sort of uprising but I think his downfall is going to be a lot more boring than all that. His real flaw is that he's got a horrible paper trail and he's not able to instill loyalty in his many, many co-conspirators. When three lawyers flip on a person within as many days, it's a sign that that person isn't as powerful as they wish they were.

The biggest thing that's affecting global politics is that the status quo that was sort of invented after World War II is the only thing that we have keeping international "norms," and it's been wearing down significantly in the last decade. One big part of the equilibrium has been that several world powers, including the US, make a huge chunk of their GDP off of weapons sales for "defense" to their allied nations. A lot of people look for excuses to fly drones or fire rockets because then there's more to order for restock. I don't know how this winds down. It's not sustainable in terms of technology and in terms of resources, let alone lives. Nuclear technology is wrapped up in this, with a new fleet of submarines on order, and a new fleet of IBMs being requested--things we have no long-term plan for when it comes to storage of the waste and decommissioned items.

I feel that if we can ride out the next five years there's a chance that some technologies could come about that could dramatically change the status quo for the better. I don't think it'll be AI. AI is largely a buzzword and often a hoax--the ultimate mechanical turk.

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holdmecloser-gandydancer · 2 years

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WAIT WAIT WAIT I AM A CLOWN AND A FOOL

FOR THE HADESTOWN LYRICS, TAAKITZ IS *RIGHT THERE*

KRAVITZ IS A MUSICIAN

But if you want to do either blupjeans or taakitz, that's cool lol because I feel like those lyrics specifically is good for blupjeans, but the song in general is very taakitz and aaaahhhhhh

Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day lol <3

"So you're the Grim Reaper." It's not a question, rather a statement of fact.

"That's a name some people call me, yes."

"Like, The Grim Reaper, tee em tee em tee em?"

"The very same."

"Huh." He pauses for a moment. Sits back on his hands as the breeze beckons the tall grass to dance in the wind. It tickles his forearms, bare from where he's rolled up his sleeves. "Are you here to kill me?"

He shakes his head and laughs. Gently, no hint of malice for ten country miles. "No, not at all."

He squints. "Then what're you here for?"

A shrug. "I was wrapping up another job—"

"You killed someone else?

"I shepherded his soul to the Astral Plane, yes."

He nods before motioning for him to continue.

"I was in the area and I saw advertisements for your show. It looked entertaining so I decided to stop by."

"Didya like it?"

A nod. "I did. I haven't cooked in so many years. It was nice to see someone so skilled and passionate."

"So were you alive then? At one point?"

"Awfully forward aren't we?"

"Sorry. Just curious."

"Don't be, I would do the same thing in your position. Yes, once upon a time, I was alive. I was a performer like you. Not cooking though. Music."

He softens. Clearly he wasn't expecting such an honest answer. "What'd you play?"

"Anything I could get my hands on. I had a real soft spot for strings though. The violin was my favorite."

"Can you not play anymore?" He chews his lip before snapping, a brilliant epiphany having come over him. "Ah, I get it, you're one of those ghosts so you can't touch anything from the living world."

He reaches out a cold hand, making gentle connection with an impossibly warm wrist. "Nope. I just so rarely have the time."

He looks at the connection but doesn't move to terminate it. "I'd like to hear sometime." He smiles something small and a little self conscious. "If I'm not being too forward again, that it."

"I don't think you are. What's your name, handsome?"

"Taako. And yours?"

"Kravitz. It's a pleasure to meet you, Taako."

They laze around in the grass for what feels like moments but the arc of the sun in the sky suggests has been hours. They lie in the soft sunbeams, talking about nothing and everything. As the day goes on, they inch closer and closer until they're hardly any distance apart. Their fingers intertwine until their hands reach a temperature equilibrium.

Truly, Kravitz is content to stay like that forever, though the feather the length of his forearm that lands in his lap, materializing from seemingly nowhere, seems intent on not letting him fall victim to such displays of sloth.

He groans and sits up, idly twirling the feather in the fingers of his unoccupied hand.

Taako gazes up at him. "Duty calls?"

"It does, I'm sorry to say." Kravitz squeezes his hand as though Taako is a kite threatening to fly away into the vast blue expanse. "I'll be back soon. I promise. Wait for me?"

A smile. "I will."

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To say that time doesn't flow exactly the same for Kravitz now than it used to is an understatement, though it's hardly been a problem in the past few years. The Raven Queen moves on an even slower cosmological time scale than he does so it's become hard to notice these incremental changes. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days; the sand in his hourglass moves more akin to molasses these days.

Of course, Kravitz doesn't know this. What reason would he have to know this? Not many mortals he spends time with these days. So when he tells Taako he'll be back soon, he believes is.

He just has a few jobs to deal with.

Circle of necromancers, spooky death cult, nothing he can't dispatch with ease.

The paperwork, on the other hand? Kravitz is certain that the paperwork is a special cosmic punishment for him.

But in what feels like only a few hours' time and he's—

And he's being debriefed for another quick case. Nothing special, just the murder of a quarter of a little frontier town. A quick stop in to investigate and he'll be able to drop back in on—

"Taako?" He asks the moment he steps through the rift he's sliced for himself.

He looks haggard. Horrified. With 40 bodies around him, how could he not be?

Taako looks at him, a slurry of emotions pulsing across his face. "This isn’t... I-I didn't..." He stammers out. Anger takes the stage on his face. "Where the fuck were you?"

Kravitz tries to take stock of the situation. "I was summoned by my Lady. Taako, what happened? Did you do this?"

"That was four years ago," he spits. Another evaluation of the surroundings. "I don't know what happened," he says, voice barely above a whisper, laboring under about six layers of emotion.

Kravitz blinks at him. "I-I never meant to be gone so long. I'm sorry. I'm sure you thought I forgot about you. But doing this to attract my attention?"

"I would never," Taako’s ears twitch more the more incensed he becomes. He shakes his head and looks like he's about to start dry-heaving. "This wasn't me. I don't think it was me, anyway."

"You don't know?"

"I think maybe a spell went wrong but I don't know and my one witness just turned tail on me and ran and I think he's going to report me to the militia and who could blame him? I'm th-this monster!" He says, his voice climbing several decibel hills. And then it clicks. "Even you're here to kill me!"

"Taako. Taako. Listen to me. I'm not here to kill anyone. This is an unusual event. A tragedy. I intend on finding out what happened here after I assist these individuals in making it home." He hesitates in saying home but it appears as though Taako catches his meaning well enough. "I'd like to talk to you about what happened here. I promise i will work more swiftly now than I did. I want to get to the bottom of this. And I'm going to need your help doing it. So, will you wait for me?"

Taako chews his lip, pointedly avoiding looking at the scene around him. And then, at long last, a small nod. "I will."

#taz #taz balance #the adventure zone balance #reese writes #taakitz #kind of an au going on #emetophobia tw #mostly a mention but jic #tentatively positive 3 #thanks gab!#death mention #it's glamor springs but taako didn't turn tail he did try to help :(#love making him suffer <3

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Reposting this from Twitter for Mother's Day! I would love to answer questions about Feelings and the AU if anyone has any~

In honor of Mother's Day I wanted to do a little thread about #EquipoiseAU Nightmare and Dream's mom, the Tree of Feelings.

The Trees of Balance were equivalent to the primordial gods of Greek mythology, the first deities that represent the fundamentals of creation. The Tree of Feelings might have had a true name eons ago but it was lost to time far before sentient life and civilizations emerged, so she goes by many titles across various cultures, including Mother Goddess of Equipoise, Bringer of Balance, and She Who Is Equilibrium. To the village and it's people she was the Tree of Feelings, and to Nightmare and Dream she was simply Mother.

She never intended to get attached to them. They were meant to be nothing more than expendable pawns, things that existed only to protect her from harm, mindless soldiers to do as she commanded. Of course, being the embodiment of all emotion, her creations inherited her capacity to feel and emerged as endearing little balls of pure energy with limited sentience. She tried not to let herself care about them, tried to remind herself that they weren't truly alive without souls, that they would perish someday to keep her safe, but she found as the centuries passed that she couldn't deny her own feelings forever and she did, in fact, love her little creations.

She loved them enough to ask the other Trees to give them true life, to gift them with souls and magic so they could exist beyond their primary purpose. She loved them enough to let them go, freeing them from the burden of immortality so they could grow and learn. She expected them to leave her - but they didn't. They stayed not only as her Guardians, but as her children, as irrevocably attached to her as she was to them. No matter how far they went, no matter what they did, no matter what the village gave them, they always returned to her. She was their Mother, and they loved her.

Her form hindered her ability to dote on them physically, she could only do so much with roots and branches and leaves, but she tried her best. She shaped her roots into curled nests filled with her soft leaves, she moved her branches to help them climb safely, and she covered their wounds in her sap to heal them. The one place she could truly interact with them was in their dreams, but it always felt woefully inadequate to her.

She didn't blame them for seeking what they needed elsewhere, but she also couldn't deny the jealousy that would well within her when they spoke of the villagers hugging them like she couldn't, cuddling them like she couldn't, loving them like she couldn't. She couldn't resent the villagers, not after they embraced her children with open arms and souls, not when they protected her just as fiercely as her sons. Josiah should have been her competition, he should have been a threat, and yet he wasn't. He took care of them when she could not, he protected them when she could not, and he always brought them back to her safe and sound. She cared for him and his village, just as he and his village cared for and protected her. It was not at all what she expected would come of the lumber camp at the edge of her woods, but the mortals pleasantly surprised her, and she was grateful for it.

And they would continue to surprise her, in very unpleasant ways.

They came for her fruit, and her beautiful sons did their duty to her. They guarded her as they were made to do and they suffered the cruelty of the mortals in return. Their fragile bodies bruised and broke under the onslaught of the greedy mortals, and she felt their pain as keenly as if it was her own. Time and time again they fought for her, keeping her fruit safe at the expense of their own bodies and minds. Time and time again the villagers wrapped them in bandages and brought them home, and time and time again she mourned the fate she gave them.

They took her precious children from her, spirited them off to treacherous and dangerous lands, scared and alone. The distance made her ache deeply, a pain she had never experienced before, and it only became worse as she felt their agony at the hands of the unforgiving mortals. Her sweet Solaire was terrified, hounded and badgered by the masses, manipulated and gaslit by the King, and she could not help him. Her dear Lunaire was suffering, beaten and shunned by the masses, violated and broken by the King, and she could not help him. Her children returned to her shattered, fragile and splintering, barely holding together. Even with all of her power, with all of her divine glory, their pain was a kind she could not reach, she could not heal. All she could do was be, and try, and hope that they would heal with time.

And just when it seemed they could not hurt her and her children anymore, they came for the final time, bringing fire and axes and hate. Her son, her darling Lunaire, already so broken by these terrible mortals, stood alone to fulfill his destiny and give his life for her. Oh how she tried to protect him in turn, how she tried to save him from the merciless wrath of the mortals, how she tried to keep them both alive- but she needed Guardians for a reason, and she was helpless to stop the inevitable. Before they cleaved her trunk in two, before they took her fruit, before they started the beginning of the end, she felt her son dying. He laid, battered and bleeding, across the same roots that had cradled him as a child, drowning in agony and guilt. He told her he was sorry, and all she wanted to do was reassure him, to apologize in kind for failing him, but she was gone.

It takes a century for Nightmare to sleep again, but when he does he hears her. Soft and distant, like a dream in a dream, an illusion he assumes is created from his grief and trauma. He dismisses it, and continues to dismiss it every time he sleeps after that, to save himself the soulache. She is dead, and as much as it pains him to remember that, it is true. He failed her when she needed him the most, when he was meant to do the one thing he had been made to do, and she was dead because of him.

Nightmare doesn't dwell on it again until Dream brings it up, not long after their reunion. His brother mentions hearing their Mother while he sleeps, tears gathering in his sockets and bones rattling, and Nightmare takes pity upon him. He holds Dream close and tells him that it will get easier with time, that the grief never truly goes away but it lessens, it becomes more bearable, more manageable. Dream's acceptance is reluctant but absolute- he follows in his brother's footsteps and learns to disregard the achingly familiar voice in his dreams.

Nightmare does not hope for her return, not until the Procedure, not until he awakens cradled in her warm palms, free from his broken body, listening to her forgiveness, and realizes that she has been with them this entire time.

#equipoise au #undertale #undertale multiverse #undertaleau #nightmaresans #dreamsans #e!au #E!nightmare #E!Dream #dreamtaleau

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dantekwright · 5 months

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( miles heizer + male + he/him) radar detector by darwin deez is a song that describes dante wright to a tee ! the twenty-five year old has been on the island for two years. I heard you can find them walking around the strip or working at little italy as a server. rumor has it they can be pretty particular but if you ask their friends they would say they are more felicific. i’m pretty sure they remind everyone of unmade beds, the glow of a cigarette butt at night, mountains of unused yarn and unfinished crochet projects, worn out slip on vans, but that’s for you to decide ? you’ll meet them soon enough, the island is only so big. - mad. 27. they/them. pst. no triggers.

Name: Dante Keegan Wright Nicknames/Alias: Dant, DK Faceclaim: Miles Heizer Age: 24 Height: 5’10 Build: Slim Gender: Male Sexuality: Homosexual Myers-Briggs: ENFP-T Zodiac Sign: Leo Occupation: Server at Little Italy Tattoos/piercings: No tattoos but has his septum pierced, both lobes and a daith piercing on the left side (mainly there to help with migraines) Sailor Scout He’s Most Like: Sailor Venus

History

Dante was never destined to be a Texan. As the youngest of five boys, Dante spent his formative years receiving hand me downs in the form of expectations and life lessons learned through sibling torment. It became clear to his parents at a young age that Dante wasn’t going to follow in the footsteps of his brothers. He wasn’t a natural at football, he had no desire to join the Army, and it was becoming alarmingly clear he wouldn’t knock up his high school sweetheart either.

And Dante had no desire to.

Despite the pigeonhole and constant fights his family tried to keep him in he did what he could to avoid opening up the conversation that would inevitably end in arguments that Dante didn’t want to have. He didn’t hide who he was but that didn’t mean he ever addressed their sneaking suspicions, or looked to have any “coming out” experience with his family. He kept to himself, turning to the internet and the friends he found online, opening up there more than he ever did to someone in Bammel, TX. His bags were packed after graduation and he set out for greener pastures. The world opened up for Dante as he bopped from big city to big city doing everything he could to distance himself from where he grew up. Making friends wasn’t a problem for Dante when he surrounded himself with the right people and was able to experience everything Bammel could’ve never offered.

A life seeking out all the world had to offer became an overindulgence, and an unsustainable lifestyle for Dante. He lived month to month scraping by on what odd jobs he held down and the generosity of friends he acquired, which led to Dante getting tangled up in people he shouldn’t have on multiple occasions. After a particularly bad breakup with a FWB Dante found himself in Avalon. It was sleepy in comparison to the other homes he’d found for himself, and Dante had every intention to only stick around for a summer.

What was supposed to be a three month stay in Avalon quickly turned into two years as Dante formed a new home base in the coastal town. His love for a good time and spending an entire paycheck on a night out no longer was his entire existence nor did he spend all his time in his room holed up on the internet. In Avalon, Dante was able to seek out his equilibrium. He opened himself up to activities he’d been closed minded to in the past. He took up crocheting (something he never even thought of trying back in Texas) and developed an appreciation for the arts. Although he is discovering himself, Dante is beginning to realize he will always be discovering something new. He doesn’t know if he’ll stay in Avalon forever, but is content here for now, and is embracing life in a new way that isn’t an “all or nothing” mindset.

✓ Strong-willed, outspoken, felicific ✘ Pugnacious, vain, particular

Headcanons

Dante’s the youngest of five boys. He doesn’t keep in contact with any of his brothers or his father but occasionally gives his mother a call. He’s never come out to his family and doesn’t plan to. It’s easier they just assume whatever they assume.

Dante doesn’t speak in a southern accent and is very cognizant of the way he speaks. There’s a few words he slips up on but the only time it really comes out is when he’s exhausted or intoxicated.

Dante’s nearsighted and is usually wearing his glasses when he isn’t at home (or hasn’t misplaced them).

Allergic to latex (learned the hard way).

Eats more red meat than he’d like to admit.

Makes his bed only when he knows he’s having company over.

Is the noisy neighbor and is constantly playing music any time he’s home.

Voted most likely to leave town in high school (which he did immediately after graduating).

Took up crochet when he moved to Avalon. He's gotten pretty good at it and has a hoard of yarn slowly taking over his room.

#ava.intro #intro

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baileyblues · 8 months

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OC rant i made to my friends

There's so many grammar mistakes in this but i'm too lazy to fix so pls bear w/ me

if anyone actually reads this pls pressure me into acutally writing the lore

Bailey's original name was baisley, the original god of the worlds but her followers called her unique bc they didnt' know her actual name.

because she violated the heavenly law and broke the universe's balance, universe (very first existence) stripped her of her power and scattered it across the cosmos

of course, she descended as a god, but still retained her most important powers, which are associated w/ the stars. and she has no recollection of her past life

and of course, new gods were created in order to fill her role, aka the 3 balance gods were created, each holding diffeent types of balances, as well as a new god of the worlds that was supposed to hold her role. the new god compared to baisley, was soo much weaker than her.

baisley deceded onto the hybrid realm on earth, and as she fell she fell into a coma in order to preserve her strength. she was eventually found by 2 witch sisters, heather and elementa. she doesn't remember her past, but took on the name "bailey" as it was very similar to her original name and she felt familiar w/ it.

baisley came from the realm of the gods, but also had her own mini dimention to which she used as her living quaters/abode.

there were 6 gods who were made to replace baisley in terms of her duty, 3 of them were balance gods, one was made for her original role, and the other two created balance together (or was supposed to)

bc of baisley's descent and the creation of the new gods, specifically mayhem and harmony, mayhem is the embodiment of chaos and those 2 are like yin and yang which forever balance eachtoher and the world. BUT mayhem being basically chaos, breaks the heavenly law, and instead releases chaos onto the mortal realm/earth. ofc, harmony reports it to her higher ups, time and reality, and they also tell her to fix it. so she goes to heaven and calls upon angels as reinforcements and decend down to earth, which was just utter chaos and darkness. the fight goes on for a bit, and eventually they balance out. time and reality both punish them equally, for unbalancing the equilibrium and sends them to a fixed reincarnation cycle that will end when both has repayed for their crimes. however, the forces on earth still stay there, leading up to the events of the main oc story.

umbra, being the creation of mayhem, basically takes mayhem's place. and ofc, on harmony's side, there's several angles still on earth. ofc, they do eventually die and umbra gets sealed, but both sides tranfered their knowledge onto new generations to fight the war for them the first dark elemental, suvillain, was an apprintice of umbra and a general. during umbra's original reign, she also used her energy to creat jinx, an artifical being. the angels found about her plan and tried to purify it, which actually worked and made jinx into a pure hearted person, despite being a dark angel. so jinx naturally sacrifices herself for umbra, only to be discarded by her.

later umbra gets sealed by the secret hybrid society, which at this time the hybrids and humans are in seperate realms and this is a secret organization where they fight agaisnt ddark forces which lasts for a pretty damn long time. it's basically history at this point. the 2 witch sisters, heather and elementa, are part of the society, along with impius, who has yet to be promoted to being the demon king/king of hell. elementa is an alpha shapeshifter, which is a hybrid that's selected by gods to balance the world. this only happens when teh world is in grave danger and usually no 2 ASS (IT'S AN ABRIVATION OK) can live at the same time bc of the time gap between them.

umbra get sealed, and at this point, jinx already died but was sent in a reincarnation cycle for one life time and was chosen by Death as their apprintice. so jinx follows death adn eventually becoes the princess of the underworld. at this point, it's already a couple of generations into the elemental's, which were originally only the light and dark force during the war, but new elements popped up with time, and new brances appeared. such as nature, fire, water, being the original 3 other than dark and lgiht, then their derivatives, wind from nature, ice from water, and lava from fire.right now there are 11 generations of elementsals in the current main timeline

impius gets promoted into becoming the king of hell, which he accepts (this is very important, since in the future this will be very relavent)

actually gonna skip the timeline a bit. umbra gets "revived" again by accident, bc she has a cult that's in some sort of distorted dark realm to which klin (fandom oc who becomes the main character later on) takes an importatn item taht speeds up umbra's ressurection, since she's technically sealed but not dead, though wasin a coma like state where she can shift her conciousness.

jinx, impius, and ofc heather and elementa participates in the new battle, along with our main trio, olympia, karma, and krystal. the witch sisters send the main trio back in time for a bit to see if they are able to prevent umbra's past seal into undoing (gonna figure out the timeline issure later), but fails. ofc, umbra gets revived, jinx is tramatized, and deliah, who is a descended of a civilization/society umbra destoryed, sought out to kill her after waht she's done to her homeland. jinx has to make a decision btwn her mother creator and her advisor, her best friend. klin is suffering bc she gets shouldered w/ big responsibilities, and chooses to sacrifice a part of her soul with bloodlust, a blood angel who was exiled from heaven (this won't make sense w/out context but if yall want i can tell yall) in order to try and defeat umbra

i'd be surprised if anyone actually read all of this apsorewhaiolhdsa

just wanted to put this somewhere (and also cuz my friends asked for it)

#oc #ocs #oc tag #i actually need to write out their lore #it's so dense istg

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starryserenade · 1 year

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Myth & Magic Ch. 1: Rising Storm

Fic Description: When Tir na nÓg--the fabled land of the fae--falls to a dark power, the destinies of two young mice are set in motion. As each struggle to make their way in an ever-darkening world, they must learn to trust one another, or risk forever losing that which they hold most dear.

Chapter Description: Mickey, left without shelter amidst a relentless storm, seeks out help. In doing so, he encounters a new friend and an intriguing story.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44709304/chapters/113082568

Prologue: https://at.tumblr.com/starryserenade/myth-and-magic-prologue/2e9asj74iguk

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Mickey was not one to complain, but today was especially miserable. Rain had been falling in torrents and, as usual, there was a distinct chill in the air that made the weather’s bite especially powerful. He was not usually much bothered by the cold, but today more than warranted the cloak he had drawn around his usual attire, and now clung to as he pushed through the storm. Staying out of the elements all together would have been ideal, of course, had he not run out of food…and had the roof of the abandoned barn he was currently occupying not caved in overnight. So he found solace in the fact that here or there, he would be cold and wet. Might as well be cold, wet, and productive.

Through the veil of raindrops, he spotted a warm glow up ahead, quickening his pace as much as he could. He had not been sure when he set out how close the nearest village was, and had only hoped that following the path he’d chosen would lead to one. And as the rooftops came into view, he breathed a sigh of relief that he’d been right.

The village was nothing too special. As Mickey stepped onto the cobblestone street, its surface broken and scattered with pebbles, he took in his surroundings with a twinge of discouragement. What met his eyes was nothing new–buildings with stonework that was falling apart, streets that were half-flooded, and windows that were tightly shuttered to keep the cold from seeping through. It felt lonely, as most places did these days, but at the very least there was smoke rising from the chimneys, and the scent of food wafting through the air. That was more than he could say for most, and he assumed that the river running through the town, though rising dangerously close to the homes built above its banks, had been the lifeblood of its residents in recent years.

He followed the smell of food after crossing over a bridge that hardly seemed safe, and kept a watchful eye on the wooden signs hanging outside each doorway. Then, from one of the buildings up ahead, the cheerful sound of laughter reached his ears, standing out against the dreary roar of the wind and rain. Mickey grinned, hoping that was an indication of the pub’s patrons. It had been much too long since he’d encountered truly friendly folk.

Drawing in a somewhat nervous breath, he pushed open the splintered door, lowering his hood from his head and placing his bow against the wall. A wonderful warmth met him immediately, as did the stares of nearly everyone in the room, and he chuckled awkwardly, acutely aware of the puddle of rainwater forming beneath his feet. “Er…hiya, fellas!” he stammered. Everyone stared a second more, then shrugged and went back to their conversations, save for the bartend who threw up a cheery wave and rushed over to the door.

He was a tall, lanky man, with a silly smile and colorful clothing, and had grasped Mickey’s hand in a firm handshake before the mouse even had a chance to wave back. “Well, hello there, newcomer!” he exclaimed in a distinct accent Mickey was sure he’d never heard before. “What can I do you for?”

Mickey was trying to catch his bearings after having his entire equilibrium thrown off by the energetic greeting. “I, uh…” He cleared his throat. “Well, I don’t have much in the way of money but I was hopin’ to find a bite to ea-”

“Gawrsh, why didn’tcha say so?!” came the reply, far more enthusiastic than Mickey had expected, and before he knew it he was being ushered into an empty barstool between two patrons that each reeked of more than a pint or two. He glanced nervously at each of them, but they paid him no mind as they downed yet another mug of golden liquid. The bartender must have noticed Mickey's uncertainty, because even as he clumsily gathered together a hodgepodge of utensils and ingredients, he looked over his shoulder and cast an encouraging smile his way. “Don’t you worry about folks in here. Everyone’s a little gloomy these days. I don’t know if you’ve noticed…” At this, he lowered his voice as if telling a grave secret. “...but the weather’s been a bit unfriendly.”

“Heh…that’s an understatement,” Mickey chuckled, finding it hard to ignore the cheerful optimism in the man’s voice. But silly as the obvious statement was, it was grimly true. He’d seen the effects of this endless storm in countless villages across the kingdom, and it was far worse than these folks likely knew.

“Name’s Goofy!” the bartend introduced himself, interrupting Mickey’s thoughts then whisking a bowl in front of the mouse and spilling a decent amount of its contents on the counter in the process. But Mickey’s stomach grumbled nonetheless, the tantalizing scent of cream and seafood reaching his nose and causing his mouth to water. He almost didn’t hear the words as he eagerly lifted a spoonful, then recalled the introduction and managed to resist a bite just long enough to respond.

“I'm Mickey!” he replied quickly, then shoved the spoon in his mouth and practically melted at the taste. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a meal that wasn’t cold and tasteless, but this chowder was better than he’d hoped for, and he devoured it in only a few short minutes.

One of the guests beside him noticed Mickey's delight and elbowed him lightly, startling the mouse and nearly causing him to fall off his seat. “Good thing his cooking’s better than ‘is sense, aye?” he snickered, slurring his words. As he spoke, the door jingled and the sound of footsteps thumped across the floor, making their way to the fireplace in another part of the room. But Mickey paid them little mind, instead wrinkling his nose at the person next to him. He didn’t much like the tone of his voice.

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” he shot back, quite keen on defending the friendly bartend.

The patron only chuckled. “Why don’t you enlighten the fellow, Moira?” he called across the counter.

The woman to Mickey’s left hiccupped, swiping her foxish tail across her mouth as she slammed yet another mug on the wood. “He thinks this storm the work of a fairy!” she laughed, releasing a rather hearty belch just after.

But Mickey did not laugh. Rather, his tail twitched and he furrowed his brow in curiosity. It was an interesting idea, even if he wasn’t quite sure what to think of it. This storm was unnatural, and he was just about willing to hear out any explanation at this point. But before he could say much else, Goofy had turned back to the three of them with a displeased look scrawled across his face.

“Now fellers…” he started, in the tone of a displeased parent. “Best not to be talking about them fae folk so carelessly.”

“Oh dearie, ‘ere we go ‘gain,” Moira sighed, and she and her acquaintance both rolled their eyes, turning their attention back to their drinks.

Mickey, however, was intrigued. “Y’think the fairies are responsible for all this?” he whispered, leaning over the counter as best he could despite his stature. “Why so?”

Goofy nodded and put a thoughtful hand to his chin as he answered. “Before the weather set in, I used to do all my best fishin’ in an old lake that sat in a forest just down the river. There was plenty of trout, and not many fellers cared to venture out that far. But one day a strange fish with white scales appeared...”

“Er…a fish?” Mickey tilted his head, chuckling lightly as his curiosity quickly began to ebb. He was starting to think his barmates may have had a point. But then he heard one of them mutter a pointed ‘toldja so…’ and was more determined than ever to prove them wrong.

But Goofy had already taken notice, and put his hands on his hips in frustration. “Now, before all you doubtful fellers start laughing, how about you let me finish my story?”

Mickey’s cheeks flushed red, not having meant to offend him, and he nodded profusely. “Uh, of course!”

“Thank you, kindly,” Goofy puffed, before instantly falling back into the role of storyteller. “Now…a white trout woulda been strange enough, but nothin’ to fret over,” he began, echoing Mickey’s sentiments. “But what happened afterwards was something else. No sooner did I see its tail splash over the water, then it started to snow. And before you’d know it, the whole lake had frozen over. Lost my favorite lure in the ice that day..."

Goofy was not the most subtle storyteller and as he mentioned the snow, the patrons near the fire turned their heads. Mickey’s ears perked up, too, and his eyes widened, even as the folks beside him began to laugh.

“Snow? So close to the coast?” he breathed, thinking of the frigid cold that had swept over inland Ireland.

Goofy nodded solemnly. “And it’s still snowing. That same day, it started to rain outside the forest too, and it’s hardly stopped since. Now, I’m tellin’ you. There’s nothin’ but a fairy that could do something like that.”

Mickey sat in silence for a few moments, tail sweeping rhythmically behind him. The story was far-fetched, to be sure, but so was nearly everything these days. And the fairies, much as he hated to believe much of anything the king said, did not have the best reputation among the kingdom’s occupants of late. Could they really be responsible for the chaos of the past few years?

It was Moira who drove him from his thoughts, giving him a good whack over the head with her tail as she laughed. “Comeon lad, y’don’t really believe that load of rawmaish is truth, d’ya?”

The mouse frowned, brushing off the fur where she’d smacked him, then hopped off the stool and tugged on his boots to be sure his trousers were tucked snugly inside. “Only one way t’find out,” he replied with a boastful grin. “Goofy, ya said the lake was just downriver, right?”

But rather than reply, Mickey’s new friend marched sternly over to the mouse and glared down at him. “Now see here, I’m not having any friend of mine go traipsing off on some foolish adventure.”

“Foolish?!” Mickey replied incredulously. “But…but it was your story?!”

“And it’s the truth!” Goofy nodded. “But that doesn't make it any less dangerous a trip to go on. The way things are now, there’s no tellin’ what’s inside that forest!”

Mickey scoffed, snatching his bow from beside the doorway and slinging it over his shoulder. “Is that all? I’ve faced all sorts o’things, I’ll be fine!” he laughed, then nervously scratched behind his head. “Besides, ya treated me to a warm meal and a friendly conversation, and that’s more than anyone’s done for me in ages. ‘Least I can do is find proof your story’s true. And, uh, who knows? Maybe I’ll convince the fish fairy…er…fairy fish…or what’er it is, to stop all this crazy weather.”

Goofy did not reply for several seconds, and Mickey grew uncomfortable under his stare. But finally, his friend sighed and shrugged. “Well gawrsh, if you really want to go, I figure I can’t stop you. But here-” he darted back behind the counter and appeared with an enormous coat and a bulging sack that smelled of baked bread. “It’s bound to be even colder once you reach the forest. And we can’t have you gettin’ hungry along the way!”

“Awe Goofy, I…I couldn’t!” Mickey protested, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. The sack was larger than him, but before he could finish arguing, he found the bag of food and the coat dropped into his arms. “Er…uh…thanks, Goof…” the mouse stammered, craning his neck in order to see over the top.

“Ah-hyuck! Don’t mention it!” his friend laughed cheerfully. “Now, you best be getting a move on if you want to reach the forest before dark!” He began to usher the mouse out the door and Mickey clumsily obliged, struggling to find the proper exit as he stumbled along with the bag of bread in his hands. “Remember, it’s just down the river! And if you see the fairy, tell them I want my fishin’ hole back.”

“Mmhm,” Mickey mumbled as he stepped back out into the rain, eager to be out of sight so he could set down the generous gifts. “See ya real soon!” he shouted, watching carefully as the door closed behind him. When it finally slammed shut, he dropped the bag of bread with a huff and wiped the sweat from his forehead, which was quickly turning into quite an uncomfortable bead of icy water.

Rubbing his arms, he glanced at the sweet-smelling sack. Generous as the gift was, there was no way he could even carry that outside the town. So he looked around the empty streets and, seeing a pair of curious eyes peaking out from a hole in a shuttered window, grinned and headed in that direction, bread in tow. The child disappeared from the window as he approached, but Mickey knocked briefly on the door then, careful to set the food down in the spot most shielded from the rain, darted away.

He heard the creak of a door and a cheerful cry as he rounded a bend and smiled, slipping the remaining coat over the lighter fabric of his cloak as he carried on. The clothing was almost certainly made for Goofy and meant only to reach his waist, but it fell to Mickey’s ankles. Still, he didn’t mind–if anything, he appreciated the extra warmth. If his destination was anything like what his new friend had described, he was going to need it.

As if to affirm these thoughts, a gust of wind swept through the streets, carrying a chill that was even colder than it had been earlier that day. Mickey shuddered, gathering the coat more closely around him.

I’m definitely going t’need it. He thought as the last line of houses came into view, giving way to little more than a soggy plane of grass and a raging river.

And as he set out towards this path, the wind and rain were just enough to conceal the footsteps trailing behind him.

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