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(apologies in advance if this is a weird or offensive question, I'm just curious about the history)
Is judaica the same across Jewish communities of all global regions? Like do Asian, African, and European Jewish people have different types and styles of judaica, or is it generally all the same? I figured being dispersed across such varied areas would cause some divergences in how different cultural artifacts would look, but my cursory google searches have been unhelpful, both in finding judaica itself and in even getting any information on non-European Jewish communities.
I know this is probably a really ignorant question, but I like learning about different cultures and the history and evolutions of their artifacts.
There absolutely are different styles of Judaica!
Jews have been dispersed around the world, and thus our art has taken on many forms.
I will say though that a lot of Jews don't identify with just "Asian", "African", or "European". We are Jews. Our identity is Jewish. We have different labels that reflect where our ancestors found themselves in the diaspora at different points in history, but the three labels "Asian", "African", or "European" are far too simplistic. Ashkenazi, Italki, and Sephardi Jews have ties to Europe; Sephardi and Mizrachi and Ethiopian Jews have ties to Africa; Sephardi, Mizrachi, Bukharan, Cochin, and Kaifeng Jews have ties to Asia; all while being widely different and diverse subgroups and traditions. (There are far more different Minhagim than the ones I mentioned, by the way, I just mentioned a few as examples.)
Anyway, as for our Judaica.....
Of course it varies! We have had thousands of years to develop different art styles and techniques, although you will find certain motifs that arise often throughout most Judaica styles, such as Stars of David, lions, crowns, pomegranates and all of the rest of the Seven Species of Israel, eyes, hands, and fish.
Since it's almost Chanukah, I'm going to use different Chanukiyot as examples of the variations. I'm by no means an art historian, these are my notes based on what I've learned and read, and from observations.
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Here is a classic Eastern European Chanukiyah. Here you can see two lions holding up a depiction of the seven-branched Temple Menorah, with a crown atop. It's made of bronze. This style of Chanukiyah was very popular, and had many variations. Sometimes the Temple Menorah was replaced with other motifs, such as the Ten Commandments, a Star of David, or some other symbol.
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Here is a Moroccan Chanukiyah. You can see here that it's meant to be hanged on a platform or wall. It looks like it's made of copper. Already you can see the difference between this one and the previous one. You can see it has the floral and keyhole repeating patterns that are familiar in Moroccan art, and in fact this Chanukiyah here is intended to be lit with oil wicks, not candles, like the previous one.
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This Chanukiyah isn't an antique, it's a modern design, as you can see by its oblong shape and reversable nature (it's supposed to be flipped over to serve as Shabbat candlesticks, too) however, it exemplifies the beautiful Yemenite Jewish silverwork. Silversmithing was historically a Jewish profession in Yemen, as Muslims were forbidden from silversmithing. Yemenite Jews acquired a reputation for their incredible silverwork. You can see how intricate the details are, the swirling, repeating patterns and leaves.
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Here is an Italian Chanukiyah, likely from the 18th century. You can see the twin lions here again, only this time they're holding a flame. This Chanukiyah is also made for oil wicks, not candles. (Oil wicks are the more traditional and older way to light the Chanukah lights.) On it is enscribed in Hebrew, "Like the flame of Mitzvah and the Torah of light". There's also different designs than on the Eastern European Chanukiyah, such as the leaves and filigree, and the domed "roof".
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And finally, here is an elaborate silver Ukranian Chanukiyah from the 19th century. This was once in the Great Suburban Synagogue in Lviv, and survived Nazi occupation. This is obviously a far more elaborate design than an average household would have, as this was in display in a syngogue and was intended to be a prominent peace of art. You can see again, more lions holding up the base of the lamp, and flowers and leaves and filigree, and a bird perched on top. The original Temple Menorah was described as having bulbs and flowers, and thus many Chanukiyah designs embody this by including such motifs in their designs.
These were only a few examples I was able to hobble together, and honestly you're right, anon, there aren't many accessible resources outlining the history and variation of Judaica.
Here's some further reading about Jewish art if you're interested:
Jewish Art: A Brief History
Jewish Art in the Ancient World
Ancient and Modern Art
Goldsmiths and Silversmiths
Jewish Art in Medieval and Modern Times
And this isn't educational, but it's a really interesting article:
Jewelry and Jewish Feminism
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void-damned · 11 months
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The 'Worshipped Outsider' AU
This is the masterpost for the Worshipped Outsider AU, originally developed by me and one lovely person that remains anonymous for now. Additionally, thanks to these wonderful people for being interested and asking questions that helped me develop this story further, @no-light-left-on, @kg-clark-inthedark, and @astheturtlemoves Additional information will be added over time! Feel free to send asks about this - I will be using the Worshipped Outsider tag for people to keep track of the AU!
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The Outsider functions as the primary God worshiped through the Isles - he's a funky guy, honestly. Things are very religion-heavy - instead of being purist and violent, the Abbey preaches about His Intentions (instead of the Strictures), though it is merely their interpretation of the things the Outsider supposedly stands for*. They are still the Abbey of the Everyman, but the everyman here is dedicated to their God and behaves accordingly, denouncing any false God, leaving offerings, etc. But otherwise it isn't too strict about any form of worship. They are more oriented towards spreading faith and keeping it alive among the people, while the Oracular Sisters/Oracular Order are more spiritually based and focus on communicating with their God. 
The people carve charms and runes out of bones and antlers to leave him as offerings; everyone flies indigo and various purple fabrics decorated with gold. Households. commonly hold such cloth and hang it on their walls or drape them across private shrines. Even the Abbey's banners match the very same colour scheme. 
The Outsider himself scarcely appears, sometimes speaking to the Oracular Sisters, but there are many instances documented across the millennia - people speak of the Outsider walking among them, always in the same shape and same Void-filled eyes (but sometimes he appears with pale Pandyssian eyes when he is feeling like blending in more). They never talk about him doing anything big or remarkable, any miracles, nothing, really. He's just kind of there, though sometimes he's seen watching the whales or people in general. 
(Speaking of the whales, they would be sort of sacred but that does not mean that they aren't poached and used. The people believe their existence is a benevolent act of their God who wants them to use his gift. It's an Abbey made excuse, though*. )
Paloma used to be particularly religious and often took to carving charms, even as much as including pieces of carved bone in the clothes she would make; when Corvo was younger, she would make him kneel (even by force) at their makeshift altar and press a piece of singing whalebone into his hands for safekeeping - he was never as pious as his mother, nor as his sister - there was always with a streak of rebellion in him. 
Jess, much like his mother, had been an image of faith and as an Empress, she was an Avatar often said to be aided by the Outsider himself - she certainly had to be approved by him to reign; both her and Paloma would have often joined the pilgrimages across the blackened erratics that climax in the Shindaerey Peak where the Outsider had been made once. The pilgrimages happen once every 2 or so years as a 'celebration of suffering' or whatever the Abbey calls it. 
The Marked are respected for being blessed by the Outsider, no matter who they are and what they do; in fact, they are rather hounded and sheltered, considered too precious to be left wandering around freely, lest something happens to him. In a way, they are also seen as Prophets. Those like Corvo and Daud hide their marks, not wanting those to define them - neither could ever bear to live such a. lifestyle. Some tend to fake their marks, and such an act is often seen as offensive and punishable by the Abbey. So is worshiping false Gods and icons. Vera Moray was a Marked kept like a precious pet but the treatment had made her insane, leaving the Abbey to further isolate her and pretend that she's doing just fine. Meanwhile, Delilah yearns to be treated like a Queen and keeps threatening the Outsider, trying to take his position as a God.
That and either Jessamine never died of Daud's hand and Corvo had never been blamed, a different man held the blade and paid for his transgressions,or, well, honestly, the Marked are pretty much worshipped, though the way the Abbey goes about it is more or less forcing the other Marked people to hide their marks overall. Corvo could still get labelled as a false worshipper and framed for murdering the Empress as an act against their God. It is eventually revealed that his marking has been real this entire time and that he was framed by people who wanted to oppose the Outsider. Still not Daud's job, though. 
There is a potential connection here to be made, a parallel where the circumstances of the Empress' death also lead to the metaphorical death of the Outsider.
*Not to mention that the Abbey is still very much eh and often seems to hide sacred texts, preach about everything in the wrong way, and only ever interpret them the way they see fit. The shit His Intentions speak of are hardly anything the Outsider would have ever said/meant. Some bits do hold truth to them but the way they are presented indicates a lot being lost in translation or simply being translated falsely. Any runic expert who had been asked to see the scripts or tried to research them had been chased off in fear of translating things differently and therefore invalidating the Abbey and their preaching. 
There's still a lot of ground to be cover but this is the gist of it. And in case you're wondering why the Outsider doesn't correct them or do much himself, he absolutely refuses to speak to the Abbey or have anything to do with them.
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Run Away With Me, Girl Volume 1
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Wow, is there a lot to unpack here. I think the most offensive aspect of this manga is the fact that it took me so long to learn about it. I mean, it's such an incredible, layered, and emotional story from such a unique perspective. I don't even have the words to explain it, so I'll let a pair of pages from within the first few explain what it's like.
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These pages really get me, they really do. The way the "I really love-" is in a heart shaped bubble and the addendum to it that changes the meaning is just a regular shape, it scratches a depressing emotional itch. And then the main character doing a monologue of what her now ex-girlfriend left behind that made her childish, and including herself in it? It's such a terribly beautiful moment. It encapsulates all the incredibly complicated thoughts and emotions of both girls in two pages, just two measly pages and less than a paragraph of words total. It sets the overall tone and intent of the volume ridiculously well.
Getting into it properly though, the story is about the lives of two girls-become-women, starting with a chance meeting that reunites them after a decade apart from when they broke up (rather bitterly) in high school. The twist being, Maki (the main character with dark hair) finds out that Midori (the girl with the light colored hair) is getting married. From there, the story follows the challenges that Maki and Midori struggle with in each of their positions.
It's incredibly strong, feels incredibly realistic, and introduces a lot of complex and often-not-explained pieces. It's not something that holds your hand and gives perfect answers for everything each character feels, but instead represents incredibly intense and personal emotions through artistry, like this moment later on.
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With Run Away With Me, Girl it truly feels like words aren't enough to paint it a fair picture, because it relies so little on the written and explicit word. So much is between the lines, and so much is entirely unspoken. It's something that claws at the deepest pieces of the characters of both Maki and Midori, but also supporting characters like Midori's husband. It's harrowing, it's scary to think about how possible the situations are, and how lifelike they can be. But at the same time it lends the story a certain beauty as well, something that rises from the rubble that decorates the stories of these two women.
There remains a great deal to process with this story however, like how complicated Midori causes Maki's life to be, and just how Midori feels as both now a future wife and mother, and how the perspective and perception of women shifts form and shape throughout to paint a picture larger than what each individual can encapsulate. It's such a riveting and engaging experience, though at the cost of pure happiness and warmth. So it's not exactly for the faint of heart, but for people that want an incredibly compelling, grounded, and rather painful series, there's a million and one reasons to pick this up.
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Hi i could i pleace get a BNHA Matchup
Im around 5'7(169cm-170cm (1,69,6cm) my name is Dana (Dana Marie),(im 24 but if its ok for you you can match me with anyone),a Woman/she/her,Bi curious but i usaly prefer mans and i was never in a Relationsship with a Woman,from Germany,pale skin,pear shaped figure with curves(i hate my legs i think they too chubby)i have a extremely small waist ,long curly/wavy(they can't decide😅sometimes it's even almost straight,without me doing something) gold blonde/dirty blonde hair (usaly in a bun) and pale greenish eyes(sometimes they are even Aquamarine,it depents on how i feel or i don't know😅,sometimes there very intense Green),i have dimples and wear glasses. I have scars on my left arm. And a small light pink 3D Butterfly tattoo on the inside, below of my right calf.
Infp-t,i have a mild form of autism but it's not really noticeable, ambiverted,ambivert,Im open minded(my friends say they can always be themself around me) caring and very nice(sometimes to nice that i get hurt) i always try to help someone and be always there for someone,insecure,usaly im calm but i can be hilarious, but my parents say that i'm a bumpkin and sometimes speak a little loudly when I'm excited or angry😅, forgiving,kinda stubborn,a little hotheaded sometimes,dreamy, tolerant,im very muddle-headed(but not stupit i have an IQ from 135)and very clumsy,im humorous,i can be very quick-witted sometimes and everyone is surprised,i hate to hurt people(in any way)but if someone hurt my family/friends im very Protectiv. If i know someone really good and feel comfortable with the person i can be kind of a tease or sessy but not in a hurtig way.Sometimes i'm to honest and just say what i think but my friends/family know that i never mean what i say in a mean way and i don't even notice that it could be misunderstood. Im very loyal. I am sometimes very emotional but can also come across as very emotionless sometimes even if I am not (I cry about someone fall over a stone in a movie😅 but i don't cry infront of someone if someone died, i just can't, i try to hold in my tears and don't wan't to make thinks worse). I can good empathize with other people's feelings if I want to. I often complain about my physical health like an old woman but everyone thinks that it's funny and old people feel young in my presence😅,but as soon as I feel really bad I don't want anyone to worry, but you can tell by the fact that I would be very cuddled that i dont feeling well. Im kinda lazy sometimes😅. I know how i get what i want(it can be in a very Smart and creative way or I annoy a person until I get what I want😅).
If I should argue, I tend not to admit that I am wrong and to look to the other person to blame, but when I have calmed down again (after 15 minutes at the latest) I apologize. If i'm extremely angry it could be that i'm offensive,and I tend to be very sensitive and quickly feel attacked, and I am very stubborn. My best friend once said I look like an aggressive hamster going to War, but as soon someone hurt my Family im a fiery Tiger. Luckly i don't get angry often. I can't be angry at someone for long, and if there was an Argument after i calmed down i act like we didn't fight 15 minutes ago. I don't often have arguments,it's very rare.
I am an open book and you can ask me anything ,if I am comfortable with a person. For someone at my age i have a big fantasy (i don't mean in a Pervert way,and not in a childish way i think). If i'm never good enough for a person and no matter what i do is not good enough and someone always complain about me i tend to be short tempered. Im also slithly "scared"of doing something wrong and try to do everything right,and ask often questions to make sure. I tend to over do it with presents. I tend to be a perfectionist with my drawings but with everything else i try only half-heartedly unless i do something for someone i like.
If some of my friends/family member Feeling down i ask if there want to Talk or if they want a hug/if its ok that im hugging them (I very rarely hugged anyone,so it's something special). If someone is hurt i will take care of them like a nurse/Mother.
Im very supportive. If i give Hugs it's something special,i do that very rare,because...i feel awkward..i never got many hugs or stuff like that in my live,i like them but im not used to them.
I hate/don't like(or im scared of): crowds,heights, the darkness, clowns and grasshopers and to be somethere i never be there alone,im not the biggest fan of sports (except for soccer, swimming, badminton, dancing and a game that you play with a basketball it's called 24 i think,recently volleyball but just watching the game I'm bad at playing it).Sticky stuff,Sand/Dirt, My sense of direction is as good as that of a potato. I hate if something is unfair or someone ignoring me. I hate arrogant narcissistic people. I don't like sudden changes that much, sometimes it's hard for me to deal with them,for example if I was looking forward to something and was constantly being put off very Shortly before the event, or suddenly I have to go somewhere by bus or train although I should actually be driven by car (and thats alone, somewehre i was never before,would also intimidate me)
I like: to draw (Anime or i try realistic)to listening to music sometimes i forget myself if i draw or daydream and i start to sing or dance. To sleep, Im not the best at singing but im good at dancing(but just free dances,i can't even dance Macarena...and i can only dance the basic steps of the waltz😅).i love to play board games. i can play the piano and can draw,i love roses (i'm a bit obsessed with everything that has to do with roses😅),i like stargazing,i like to eat strawberrys and Chocolate and meat,i like trampolin jumping and to listening to music,to swim,movies/Games,im shy about skinships at first but i like them,to sleep or daydream,to read english,to learn languages,i like dogs i have one a crazy bishon frise girl named Elli,teoreticaly i can cook and bake kinda good but im to Lazy to do it or to do it alone, i like almost any Music besides of havy Metal and other exceptions,i also like classic Music but it makes me sleepy😅
Love Language: first im a little shy about skin ships but i like them (how much depents on the day,on one day it's only small skin ships but on another day/Minute I could tackle the person with cuddles and kisses and rave about the person like a crazy woman,but usaly only in privat and after we are togehter for at least 2 Months)and if im tired or sick i get cuddly (but i don't like to cuddle when i want to sleep,unless its extremely cold),i like to messing up the hair of someone i like or playing with them (it's relaxing to me,but i only do that than i know the person longer, i also like if the the person do the same with me, i feel small and i get sleepy when someone play with my hair),i tend to spend too much money on the person i like or are in a relationship with and overdo it with gifts. Im always there for the Person and Support them no matter by what. After i know the person longer i tend to be very honest and im also a big tease in any way. Im also very  patient in a relationship.
What is important for Me about the Person: The Person must be Loyal,should have humor and be patient with me should accept me as the person i am,must not be violent/rude against me (When someone yells at me, I may reflexively cry) ,should support me. If he can tease me sometimes a bit. A bit Banter.
(I have a little soft spot for gentlemanly actions, like if someone holds the door open for me or give me his jacket because he sees im freezing...,i get a light crush right away for a short amount of time)
My goal: is to have many childrens and to get Married, to finally find someone who loves me for who I am and doesn't lie to me and is loyal.I also hope that People like my Drawings. (I have a 2 years old Son and im currently pregnant with a little girl)
I hope i did nothing wrong or forgot something, and thank you very much in advance😊
I think it's pretty obvious that you'd fit just right with Kirishima.
Kirishima is very sweet and positive, and he really cares and is not afraid to show just how much his passion reaches. He can handle tough times and is ready to stand by your side until his last breath. He's not one to be hurt easily and is very introspective, meaning he won't misunderstand you as easily as others might. Kiri just needs a good set of boundaries and help understanding things that might hurt you so he can be sure not to step over the line, so he might understand when things are tough on you.
It's a good thing that he learns quickly because soon it's second nature to notice when you feel under the weather. He thinks it's absolutely adorable that you get protective over him despite him being a hundred times bigger than you and a hero, you still find it your responsibility to keep him from harm. He lets you, too. He likes it a lot when he gets to see you riled up to fight for him, it's like seeing a different side of yours, as he's used to your softer, kinder side. It makes him feel special, and he loves taking care of you despite you insisting you'd rather take care of him.
Arguing with you is hard for him since Kiri is an absolute pacifist and he doesn't like arguing. He tends to be frustratingly understanding, as he is friends with Bakugou so he is more likely to know that you need some space and you aren't trying to hurt him if you say something too blunt when simply expressing frustration which might have been pushed down all week. He doesn't push you, but waits for the both of you to calm down before coming up to you and giving you a peace offering; a rose, asking for a hug, and some time together. It's after the calm does he ask to talk through the issue you might have had, to figure out things without being over logical or overly emotional, just nuanced. He tends to overthink arguments, so this helps him keep his head straight, and helps him understand your side a lot better.
Hugs- he loves them a lot. He likes to give them to everyone as he is a big guy and is known to have very warm hugs. It ironically makes him happy to know your hugs are special, unlike his. So when you hug him it feels different, much more personal. It's like his heart's exploding from butterflies. Though it makes him nervous to hug you. He doesn't want to overstep since he can forget that people hold strict sentiments of things, and he tends to be freer about it. His love language tends to be touch and positive affirmations, so while being one of the points of contention in the beginning he learns to appreciate the moments when you do feel cuddly or lovey-dovey. The longer you are together the more touchy you guys are, the better he feels. It's a new feeling of happiness, sharing comforts the both of you didn't get a lot when you were younger. It becomes personal to him too.
He is not an angry person, and he values loyalty a lot since it's a big part of what he thinks a man is. Being with Kiri is a whole experience, He likes to be old-fashioned when it comes to dating. Since you seem so small in comparison to him (but in fairness everyone seems to be small in comparison to him), he thinks it's extra important to be a gentleman. Give you flowers on dates, hold the door open for you, walk you to the front door, and even text you afterwards to tell you how much of a great time he's had with you. He will insist on paying for you all the time even if you fight him about it. He appreciates your generosity and will absolutely love everything you give him, but especially if you draw him something, it feels way more personal and he'll literally die from happiness knowing you spent time and effort to make him something.
He can be a bit insecure about himself and he overcompensated by taking care of you. He is very patient as well and holds his morals very highly. Despite this, when you force him to rest when he's stretched thin because of his job it makes him feel more secure, knowing it's a give-and-take between you two. He wants to take a load of your shoulders, and it reassures him and makes him feel safe knowing you'd take care of him just as much as he would you. He knows he loves you for many reasons, but the fact that you are honest and filled with love that you share with others, that you are truly good in intentions and that you care for people so outwardly, with nothing malicious behind it, that you can be yourself with no shame. It was everything he'd been insecure of when he was younger, it was something he aspired to be. Kirishima valued that more than anything, and it made him want to be a better version of himself so he can be worthy of someone as unique and amazing as you.
Which is why he always gave his best. He was honest with you no matter what, and it was a comfort to know you'd return the favour. Kirishima tends to be a bit of a labrador and can be childish. Teasing you and watching your reactions would definitely be his favourite thing to do. When you give him the same energy it just energies him. Having a playful repartee makes him feel closer to you, especially since your witty responses can come out of nowhere and be absolutely hilarious. He likes it when you tease him, or when you turn very soft and cute but he could see a little light in your eyes and realising you are playing for something you want. He likes to see you fired up and passionate, it almost feels like playing a mental chess game he's sure he'd lose.
Kirishima sometimes feels like one trick pony. Though when he's with you he sees the facets of your personality and it brings him such joy. When you grow loud and happy and excited at the things you like, he jumps up and matches your energy. It's such a small thing that he doesn't even realise he does it. It's so funny to him that you can be so hotheaded and intolerant of your own mistakes but yet try to support others through theirs. It drives him a little crazy when your standards for others are so little yet when it comes to the standards for yourself it's always so high. It drives him up the wall when you forgive and are kind to people who don't seem to return that. It makes him more protective over you. He kinda places you on a pedestal, to be honest.
If he considers himself a good person, it literally awes him to be around you. Even if it might not be true, his rose-coloured glasses are thick when it comes to you. He's a hero, which is hard on him. He sees the corruption of his work and it can put him in a depressive state, kinda breaks his worldview of morality. So it's really not a surprise that he thinks you're a saint. (He really needs to stop though.)
So the first time you cried over a dog dying in a movie his heart literally breaks and it reaffirms that thought, only to confuse the fuck out of him when you stand absolutely still at one of his colleague's funerals. It's really hard for him to read you sometimes, especially when it comes to your reactions to people's emotions. He really is trying his best to support you, but sometimes he gets confused about what you need, it's really important to be blunt about this, cause he can be a bit stupid here.
Kirishima really loves hanging out with you, so going out and doing weird things that he's never tried before, or that he's really bad at is a strange habit he enjoys. He can be pretty rigid so if you take him dancing, he'll follow you around in absolute confusion, knowing very well, he's about to embarrass himself, except you laugh, teasing and then helping him makes it all worth it to him. So despite being an absolute dumbass when it comes to things like learning/studying, he'll sit by you and watch you. If you get lost in a daydream or your art, he won't budge you out of it, he thinks it's absolutely beautiful to see you in your element, singing the song that's been stuck in your head forever, or your favourite one you'd been playing on repeat, and watching your little dance, it's just too sweet to disturb.
I think the moment he'd absolutely know he's in love is the moment you let him cuddle you while you'd been sick, watching movies or shows, and toying with your hair. The way you'd curled up and fallen asleep, the pure calmness of it all just made him realise. It was then that he started to wash out his hair when he'd come home so it wouldn't feel like gel, and you could play with it unconsciously. No matter how tired he was after work, he will make sure that his hair is down and soft. Trust me he notices every time you'd run your hand through his hair, if your walking by him or hugging him, it just melts his heart.
A point of trouble would be his job, since it can be unpredictable sometimes, and there would definitely be a need for compromise. He would not lie to you about what he'd be doing or who he was fighting and would try very hard to be consistent with his schedule. Though the moment he'd decided to settle down, he would do the manly thing and prioritize his family. It is hard, but not surprising. Kiri was very upfront about his goals, and so were you, so it would have been easier for him to prepare.
When it comes to your child, he will put in an enormous amount of effort. It will make him so anxious to meet him. But he's good with kids, he's childish and likes children a lot. He would be nervous before meeting your son, asking for your boundaries and forgetting that he is a baby, not a grown adult. Until he meets him of course. You could practically see the sparkles in his eyes. He will forget the anxieties and could literally take care of him and play with him all fucking day without realising how much time had gone. Warning, this will make him infinitely more protective of you, it kinda wakes him up and makes him realise that people depend on you, and you are much stronger than he is. That you trust him.
Yes, Kiri will cry afterwards, it's a little much for him.
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I went a little hard, I literally did not realize I went over the word limit. Thank you so much for your commission! I actually thought of Izuku for you at first, but damn I think Kirishima would be much more fitting, but it was a close call haha.
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vannahfanfics · 1 year
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Hi i could i pleace get a One Piece Matchup.
Im around 5'7(169cm-170cm (1,69,6cm) my name is Dana (Dana Marie),(im 24 but if its ok for you you can match me with anyone),a Woman/she/her,Bi curious but i usaly prefer mans and i was never in a Relationsship with a Woman,from Germany,pale skin,pear shaped figure with curves(i hate my legs i think they too chubby)i have a extremely small waist ,long curly/wavy(they can't decide😅sometimes it's even almost straight,without me doing something) gold blonde/dirty blonde hair (usaly in a bun) and pale greenish eyes(sometimes they are even Aquamarine,it depents on how i feel or i don't know😅,sometimes there very intense Green),i have dimples and wear glasses. I have scars on my left arm. And a small light pink 3D Butterfly tattoo on the inside, below of my right calf.
Infp-t,i have a mild form of autism but it's not really noticeable, ambiverted,ambivert,Im open minded(my friends say they can always be themself around me) caring and very nice(sometimes to nice that i get hurt) i always try to help someone and be always there for someone,insecure,usaly im calm but i can be hilarious, but my parents say that i'm a bumpkin and sometimes speak a little loudly when I'm excited or angry😅, forgiving,kinda stubborn,a little hotheaded sometimes,dreamy, tolerant,im very muddle-headed(but not stupit i have an IQ from 135)and very clumsy,im humorous,i can be very quick-witted sometimes and everyone is surprised,i hate to hurt people(in any way)but if someone hurt my family/friends im very Protectiv. If i know someone really good and feel comfortable with the person i can be kind of a tease or sessy but not in a hurtig way.Sometimes i'm to honest and just say what i think but my friends/family know that i never mean what i say in a mean way and i don't even notice that it could be misunderstood. Im very loyal. I am sometimes very emotional but can also come across as very emotionless sometimes even if I am not (I cry about someone fall over a stone in a movie😅 but i don't cry infront of someone if someone died, i just can't, i try to hold in my tears and don't wan't to make thinks worse). I can good empathize with other people's feelings if I want to. I often complain about my physical health like an old woman but everyone thinks that it's funny and old people feel young in my presence😅,but as soon as I feel really bad I don't want anyone to worry, but you can tell by the fact that I would be very cuddled that i dont feeling well. Im kinda lazy sometimes😅. I know how i get what i want(it can be in a very Smart and creative way or I annoy a person until I get what I want😅).
If I should argue, I tend not to admit that I am wrong and to look to the other person to blame, but when I have calmed down again (after 15 minutes at the latest) I apologize. If i'm extremely angry it could be that i'm offensive,and I tend to be very sensitive and quickly feel attacked, and I am very stubborn. My best friend once said I look like an aggressive hamster going to War, but as soon someone hurt my Family im a fiery Tiger. Luckly i don't get angry often. I can't be angry at someone for long, and if there was an Argument after i calmed down i act like we didn't fight 15 minutes ago. I don't often have arguments,it's very rare.
I am an open book and you can ask me anything ,if I am comfortable with a person. For someone at my age i have a big fantasy (i don't mean in a Pervert way,and not in a childish way i think). If i'm never good enough for a person and no matter what i do is not good enough and someone always complain about me i tend to be short tempered. Im also slithly "scared"of doing something wrong and try to do everything right,and ask often questions to make sure. I tend to over do it with presents. I tend to be a perfectionist with my drawings but with everything else i try only half-heartedly unless i do something for someone i like.
If some of my friends/family member Feeling down i ask if there want to Talk or if they want a hug/if its ok that im hugging them (I very rarely hugged anyone,so it's something special). If someone is hurt i will take care of them like a nurse/Mother.
Im very supportive. If i give Hugs it's something special,i do that very rare,because...i feel awkward..i never got many hugs or stuff like that in my live,i like them but im not used to them.
I hate/don't like(or im scared of): crowds,heights, the darkness, clowns and grasshopers and to be somethere i never be there alone,im not the biggest fan of sports (except for soccer, swimming, badminton, dancing and a game that you play with a basketball it's called 24 i think,recently volleyball but just watching the game I'm bad at playing it).Sticky stuff,Sand/Dirt, My sense of direction is as good as that of a potato. I hate if something is unfair or someone ignoring me. I hate arrogant narcissistic people. I don't like sudden changes that much, sometimes it's hard for me to deal with them,for example if I was looking forward to something and was constantly being put off very Shortly before the event, or suddenly I have to go somewhere by bus or train although I should actually be driven by car (and thats alone, somewehre i was never before,would also intimidate me)
I like: to draw (Anime or i try realistic)to listening to music sometimes i forget myself if i draw or daydream and i start to sing or dance. To sleep, Im not the best at singing but im good at dancing(but just free dances,i can't even dance Macarena...and i can only dance the basic steps of the waltz😅).i love to play board games. i can play the piano and can draw,i love roses (i'm a bit obsessed with everything that has to do with roses😅),i like stargazing,i like to eat strawberrys and Chocolate and meat,i like trampolin jumping and to listening to music,to swim,movies/Games,im shy about skinships at first but i like them,to sleep or daydream,to read english,to learn languages,i like dogs i have one a crazy bishon frise girl named Elli,teoreticaly i can cook and bake kinda good but im to Lazy to do it or to do it alone, i like almost any Music besides of havy Metal and other exceptions,i also like classic Music but it makes me sleepy😅
Love Language: first im a little shy about skin ships but i like them (how much depents on the day,on one day it's only small skin ships but on another day/Minute I could tackle the person with cuddles and kisses and rave about the person like a crazy woman,but usaly only in privat and after we are togehter for at least 2 Months)and if im tired or sick i get cuddly (but i don't like to cuddle when i want to sleep,unless its extremely cold),i like to messing up the hair of someone i like or playing with them (it's relaxing to me,but i only do that than i know the person longer, i also like if the the person do the same with me, i feel small and i get sleepy when someone play with my hair),i tend to spend too much money on the person i like or are in a relationship with and overdo it with gifts. Im always there for the Person and Support them no matter by what. After i know the person longer i tend to be very honest and im also a big tease in any way. Im also very  patient in a relationship.
What is important for Me about the Person: The Person must be Loyal,should have humor and be patient with me should accept me as the person i am,must not be violent/rude against me (When someone yells at me, I may reflexively cry) ,should support me. If he can tease me sometimes a bit. A bit Banter.
(I have a little soft spot for gentlemanly actions, like if someone holds the door open for me or give me his jacket because he sees im freezing...,i get a light crush right away for a short amount of time)
My goal: is to have many childrens and to get Married, to finally find someone who loves me for who I am and doesn't lie to me and is loyal.I also hope that People like my Drawings. (I have a 2 years old Son and im currently pregnant with a little girl, if this info makes it difficult to match me you can ignore it)
I hope i did nothing wrong or forgot something, and thank you very much in advance😊
Thanks for your patience! That information was all very helpful, and so I can confidently say:
I match you with:
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Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece!
What can I say? This loveable dork would adore you! Looks really don't factor into the equation for Luffy; for him, it's all about personality. That's not to say that he won't lavish you in appreciation! He knows how important it is for people to feel good about themselves, so he'll always be throwing around casual remarks about how good you look. And you do! To him, your entire existence is wonderful, and that makes you the most beautiful thing ever in his eyes.
He likes someone who is open-minded and honest. Luffy's willing to make friends with anybody so long as they don't do things contrary to his sense of justice, and he doesn't mince words when it comes to calling people out. Your tendency to do the same meshes with him well. Just don't be surprised when he throws all his nakama at you!
Your stubborn/feisty tendencies will definitely be something he'll appreciate. We're talking about the most stubborn pirate in all the four seas, after all! Off course, when two obstinate people butt heads, arguments are bound to happen, so it's a good thing that you aren't too stubborn to apologize if you realize you're in the wrong. It takes Luffy a little while longer to cool down, but he can also do some self-reflection and admit when he'd messed up. However, Luffy has some trouble thinking in the frame of another's mindset, so patience is key here. Sometimes, the poor guy really just doesn't get it! But he's always willing to listen and try to understand your perspective because, at the end of the day, he wants to make amends with you.
He also has deep respect for people who are ready to throw hands in the name of the people they care about, being a guy who's ready to kick ass all day, every day. Get ready to have your own protective tiger, because he'll always have your back, whether you're defending yourself or someone else! Luffy is as loyal as they come, too, so you'll never have to question his devotion to you. Literally would not dream of looking at anyone else; he's already found perfection, so why would he?
Being the little mischief-maker that he is, he's definitely down for some banter and teasing; this guy lives for laughs and shenanigans, after all! He's always got some wisecracks and pranks just ready to be unleashed on you. Of course, he's never mean, and he knows when to be serious. But if he can liven up a situation, he's sure gonna do it!
Luffy's a cuddly guy, but he's also the type to commit your boundaries to heart, so he'll always check to make sure whether or not you're in the mood for some snuggles. Luffy's a little dense and not well-versed in "gentlemanly actions," but he makes up for it with his powers of observation and gestures. He'll notice if you're cold and will get you a blanket; he'll notice if you're struggling with something and offer to help; he'll notice if you want something and will buy it for you then and there! To him, this is just what you do for someone you care about, so it's practically instinct.
Oh, and your kids? No problem, y'all are a package, and Luffy is totally okay with that! And Luffy is so good with them because he's practically a big ol' kid himself. Loves to play, loves to take them on adventures, loves to babble on and on making up grandiose stories. He honestly has trouble taking care of himself so adjusting to taking care of little humans is a challenge, but with coaching, Luffy will fall into the role eventually. And Luffy would be the most protective father; Lord help anyone who slights them! He doesn't care if it's another two-year-old calling your son a dumb-dumb, Luffy is ready and willing to punt a toddler LOL Just kidding. But he will 1000% call the kid a dumb-dumb back.
I feel like Luffy would find your talent for art totally awesome, so here are some headcanons about him regarding that!:
It has been shown that poor Luffy doesn't have an artistic bone in his body. But he holds Usopp in high regard for his talents, and he'd do the same with you!
He will sing your praises when he discovers your talent. Constantly gushing, "That's so cool!" and "Can you draw this? How about this? Ooh, draw me this!" It's almost overwhelming, how giddy he gets over it, but he's just so amazed! His girlfriend has such an awesome talent! He wants you to know how awesome he thinks that is!
He will literally tell everyone he knows. It doesn't matter whether drawing was mentioned in the conversation or not; someone could bring up roses, and Luffy'll like, "Dana loves roses! You should see how she draws them! So pretty!" He's just that proud of you, darn it! He can't contain himself!
Loves, loves, loves to just lay on your bed/your floor and pore through your sketchbooks. It doesn't matter if it's a silly doodle or a beautifully rendered realistic piece; he loves them all because you made them! If you ever give him a drawing, this boy will be beyond ecstatic. Screw the fridge treatment, he is framing it and hanging it where everyone can see! But first, he'll run around the neighborhood waving it around while yelling, "Look what my amazing girlfriend drew me!"
And, since you bought the Tier III match-up, here's a little drabble about Luffy and you dancing!:
Everyone knows that cleaning can be kind of a drag, so you put on some music to help alleviate some of the boredom while you go about your household chores. Well, you may have gotten a little distracted while sweeping, and you may now be dancing around the room with your broom as your partner. It's not long before the broom is plucked out of your hands and replaced with a grinning Luffy.
"Wah! Don't scare me like that!" you exclaim in shock, but the mischievous little imp just snickers in triumph. He's propped the broom up against the nearby wall. This is as clear a sign as any that you should get back to cleaning; however, when you try to reach for it, Luffy stubbornly plants his hands on your waist.
"Hey, I didn't say you could go anywhere," he pouts.
"Luffy, I have to finish cleaning," you protest with a pout of your own.
"Oh, that was cleaning? Looked an awful lot like dancin' to me!"
"I was just taking a break!" you huff defensively.
Smiling serenely, Luffy just gazes at you through hooded eyes and says, "Well, just keep taking a break." Without waiting for you to answer, he starts dancing with you. It follows the rhythm of the song that's playing, but other than that, it's totally senseless and entirely dependent on your whims. With the way Luffy is spinning you around the room, pausing to wave your arms vigorously back and forth, and tapping his feet about in what can most definitely not be called a dance, it's only a few minutes before your laughter is bouncing around the room, too.
"You know, if they took your laugh and made a song out of it, I'd listen to it all day, every day," Luffy says suddenly. The comment certainly catches you off guard, making you bashful. But he was always like this: spontaneous as they came, swirling over you like a whirlwind and always leaving you breathless in the best way possible.
"Thank you, Luffy. I like your laugh, too."
He knows you're honest, and so the smile that alights his face is so bright that it's almost blinding. You're back where you started now; like the shifting currents of the sea, Luffy's whimsy has passed, replaced with yet another. He snatches up the broom, twirls it in his hand, and then gets to work without even asking if you wanted or needed help.
You just laugh when he turns around and shakes his butt at you. The way he's doing it certainly isn't very effective, but it's so funny that you can't bring yourself to care. Cleaning day is definitely a lot less of a drag now that he's here!
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missmeinyourbones · 2 years
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so instead of addressing the fact that you misused aave as a non black person, you just delete the tag and pretend like nothing happened? I really want to be nice about it because you are one of my favorite writers on here, but not addressing something you did that is offensive to one’s culture only makes you look bad. A simple “I apologize” or “I didn’t know and I won’t make that mistake again” would have sufficed. I’m not saying you can’t say slay or use aave. I’m saying to at least study the history behind it and learn from other AA’s on how to use it. If a person of color has told you that something you did is offensive to their culture, you owm up to it and apologize; that’s literally it. I apologize if this seems like I’m coming at you in a really mean and rude way, but it honestly hurts to see that someone who’s writings I enjoy, probably does not care about black people like they claim to.
hello, a message below the cut!
hi anon, i hope you are doing alright. i totally understand where you are coming from and right off the bat would like to apologize for overstepping and saying something i shouldn't have. for those of you who don't know what this is regarding, i used a tag that said something along the lines of "new theme slay" when talking w/ a mutual of mine.
it is never my intent to many anyone feel upset in any way, let alone make anyone of a minority group feel discriminated against in any shape or form, as it is something i as a white person have the privilege of not experiencing in my life.
yes i deleted the tag from the post because i saw your message, read it, understood where you and others might be coming from, and deleted it. truthfully, i thought about posting an indirect message about it...something along the lines of "to the anon who asked about my 'slay' tag, i deleted it, as it was not my intent to use it in a way that offended anyone, sorry for the mistake/misunderstanding!" but i ultimately decided against it, as i truthfully thought complimenting a mutual in a tag saying slay wasn't a huge deal. but yes, i saw your comment and deleted it, and seeing how you interpreted this in a disrespectful light, i do apologize.
in absolutely no way did i consciously mean to disrespect, dismiss, or belittle your feelings. again, i apologize, i am genuinely very sorry for the hurt the miscommunication caused. i am assuming you're the same anon who has addressed me about this before (and if youre not, even more of a reason for me to address the mistake) but i genuinely thank you for correcting me/holding me accountable.
however, i would like to end this by saying: please do not ever associate me with any sort of purposeful or conscious oppressive outlook or discriminatory perspective. i am a person who makes mistakes and should own up to them like everyone else. with that being said, i would never purposefully imply that i "do not care about black people like i claim to" and if thats something you truly believe i support/endorse, then please unfollow me. i am learning but i am also a person, and will not tolerate any form of hate against my personal character, especially about very serious allegations that are the opposite of the truth on a blog that is supposed to be a fun and safe place for all kinds of people.
i am sorry for my words, it was never my intent to hurt or offend anyone. if any of my black or poc followers would like to talk with me or further educate me on continuing to better myself and learn as an ally, my dms and inbox are always open for your words.
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urmoonlightbebe · 9 months
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Heyy
I don’t want to be THAT person, but regarding your most recent head cannon… DID shouldn’t be romanticized. It’s a disorder that develops as a survival mechanism due to severe and repetitive childhood trauma. I understand that it might not have been your intention on doing that, however I’m just telling you how it came across to me. I also understand that it was a request, and I appreciate the research that you did. Again I’m not trying to be mean but the whole thing didn’t sit right with me.
I believe you’re a great writer and I understand that it wasn’t your intention on doing something offensive or anything like that. I just thought that maybe you’d like to hear some feedback.
Sorry if I came across as mean or as a “hater”, it was never my intention.
hi love!
yea I was very hesitant to post it, im thinking of deleting it tbh. i don’t want to offend anybody at all! it was never my intention to offend anybody with DID, i know it’s not to be romanticized at all! no disorder or anything is NEVER TO BE SEEN IN THAT LIGHT AT ALL. I wasn’t trying to romanticize DID at all. I know of DID from interviews and articles I would read and what partners would do with a significant other who has this disorder. when I saw it was a ‘Crazy Jane! reader’ request, I was very scared to write it since I don’t want to offend anybody or make my readers feel unsafe in my works. and since it was a reader who has the same disorder and powers as Jane I didn’t want anybody to think I was portraying them in a negative light or give the wrong information. i would see people say on their works ‘not accurate representation of DID’ and it wouldn’t sit right with me that some people would romanticize it. no way shape or form was i romanticizing it at all, please do not think that!
im glad I got this feedback though! of course i know you’re not a hater love! thank you for letting me know!
this is a safe space for my loves and always feel free to tell me if anything doesn’t sit right with you or not with my works. i always do my research and make sure my readers are felt seen and comfortable in my works. regarding ill be putting on my master list soon of what I wouldn’t do or don’t feel comfortable in writing. if it is a character who has a disorder or speaks another language please talk to me first and if I don’t feel comfortable writing please understand.
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fandom-smut-shots · 1 year
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Hi could i pleace get a Haikyuu matchup? I hope it's Open
Im around 5'7(169cm-170cm (1,69,6cm) my name is Dana (Dana Marie),(im 23 but if its ok for you you can match me with anyone),a Woman/she/her,Bi but i usaly prefer mans and i was never in a Relationsship with a Woman,from Germany,pale skin,pear shaped figure with curves(i hate my legs i think they too chubby)i have a extremely small waist ,long curly/wavy(they can't decide😅sometimes it's even almost straight,without me doing something) gold blonde/dirty blonde hair (usaly in a bun) and pale greenish eyes(sometimes they are even Aquamarine,it depents on how i feel or i don't know😅,sometimes there very intense Green),i have dimples and wear glasses. I have scars on my left arm. And a small light pink 3D Butterfly tattoo on the inside, below of my right calf.
Infp-t,Sagittarius but it doesen't really fit to me i think,i have a mild form of autism but it's not really noticeable, ambiverted,ambivert,Im open minded(my friends say they can always be themself around me) caring and very nice(sometimes to nice that i get hurt) i always try to help someone and be always there for someone,insecure,usaly im calm but i can be hilarious, but my parents say that i'm a bumpkin and sometimes speak a little loudly when I'm excited or angry😅, forgiving,kinda stubborn,a little hotheaded sometimes,dreamy, tolerant,im very muddle-headed(but not stupit i have an IQ from 135)and very clumsy,im humorous,i can be very quick-witted sometimes and everyone is surprised,i hate to hurt people(in any way)but if someone hurt my family/friends im very Protectiv. If i know someone really good and feel comfortable with the person i can be kind of a tease or sessy but not in a hurtig way.Sometimes i'm to honest and just say what i think but my friends/family know that i never mean what i say in a mean way and i don't even notice that it could be misunderstood. Im very loyal. I am sometimes very emotional but can also come across as very emotionless sometimes even if I am not (I cry about someone fall over a stone in a movie😅 but i don't cry infront of someone if someone died, i just can't, i try to hold in my tears and don't wan't to make thinks worse). I can good empathize with other people's feelings if I want to. I often complain about my physical health like an old woman but everyone thinks that it's funny and old people feel young in my presence😅,but as soon as I feel really bad I don't want anyone to worry, but you can tell by the fact that I would be very cuddled that i dont feeling well. Im kinda lazy sometimes😅. I know how i get what i want(it can be in a very Smart and creative way or I annoy a person until I get what I want😅).
If I should argue, I tend not to admit that I am wrong and to look to the other person to blame, but when I have calmed down again (after 15 minutes at the latest) I apologize. If i'm extremely angry it could be that i'm offensive,and I tend to be very sensitive and quickly feel attacked, and I am very stubborn. My best friend once said I look like an aggressive hamster going to War, but as soon someone hurt my Family im a fiery Tiger. Luckly i don't get angry often. I can't be angry at someone for long, and if there was an Argument after i calmed down i act like we didn't fight 15 minutes ago. I don't often have arguments,it's very rare.
I am an open book and you can ask me anything ,if I am comfortable with a person. For someone at my age i have a big fantasy (i don't mean in a Pervert way,and not in a childish way i think). If i'm never good enough for a person and no matter what i do is not good enough and someone always complain about me i tend to be short tempered. Im also slithly "scared"of doing something wrong and try to do everything right,and ask often questions to make sure. I tend to over do it with presents. I tend to be a perfectionist with my drawings but with everything else i try only half-heartedly unless i do something for someone i like.
If some of my friends/family member Feeling down i ask if there want to Talk or if they want a hug/if its ok that im hugging them (I very rarely hugged anyone,so it's something special). If someone is hurt i will take care of them like a nurse/Mother.
Im very supportive. If i give Hugs it's something special,i do that very rare,because...i feel awkward..i never got many hugs or stuff like that in my live,i like them but im not used to them.
I hate/don't like(or im scared of): crowds,heights, the darkness, clowns and grasshopers and to be somethere i never be there alone,im not the biggest fan of sports (except for soccer, swimming, badminton, dancing and a game that you play with a basketball it's called 24 i think,recently volleyball but just watching the game I'm bad at playing it).Sticky stuff,Sand/Dirt, My sense of direction is as good as that of a potato. I hate if something is unfair or someone ignoring me. I hate arrogant narcissistic people.
I like: to draw (Anime or i try realistic)to listening to music sometimes i forget myself if i draw or daydream and i start to sing or dance. Im not the best at singing but im good at dancing(but just free dances,i can't even dance Macarena...and i can only dance the basic steps of the waltz😅).i can play the piano and can draw,i love roses (i'm a bit obsessed with everything that has to do with roses😅),i like stargazing,i like to eat strawberrys and Chocolate and meat,i like trampolin jumping and to listening to music,to swim,movies/Games,im shy about skinships at first but i like them,to sleep or daydream,to read english,to learn languages,i like dogs i have one a crazy bishon frise girl named Elli,teoreticaly i can cook and bake kinda good but im to Lazy to do it or to do it alone, i like almost any Music besides of havy Metal and other exceptions,i also like classic Music but it makes me sleepy😅
Love Language: first im very shy about skin ships but i like them (but im not the biggest in physical affection,it depents on the day,on one day it's only small skin ships but on another day/Minute I could tackle the person with cuddles and kisses and rave about the person like a crazy woman,but usaly only in privat),i like to messing up the hair of someone i like or playing with them (it's relaxing to me,but i only do that than i know the person longer, i also like if the the person do the same with me, i feel small and i get sleepy when someone play with my hair),i tend to spend too much money on the person i like or are in a relationship with and overdo it with gifts. Im always there for the Person and Support them no matter by what. After i know the person longer i tend to be very honest and im also a big tease in any way. Im also very  patient in a relationship.
What is important for Me about the Person: The Person must be Loyal,should have humor and be patient with me should accept me as the person i am,must not be violent/rude ,should support me.
My goal: is to have many childrens and to get Married, to finally find someone who loves me for who I am and doesn't lie to me and is loyal.I also hope that People like my Drawings.
I hope i did nothing wrong or forgot something, and thank you very much in advance😊
I so appreciate the request and I'd love to give you a Haikyuu match up since I'm currently having severe Haikyuu brain rot, however you've given me way more information than I can process. If you could possibly combine all of that wonderful writing into a smaller message I'd be happy to oblige! Maybe shorten it to two paragraphs or so? When they're super long like this it just gets hard for me to keep track of which pieces I like to incorporate into my matches. Thank you so much!
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angeloroki · 3 years
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s/o who is like cat from victorious with shoto; bakugo; izuku
— character ; shoto todoroki x gn!reader, katsuki bakugo x gn!reader, izuku midoriya x gn!reader
— request ; Okokok I just had this idea while laying in bead and I think it would be really funny/sweet for izuku shoto and bakugou to have a really dum kinda like cat from victorious
— genre ; fluff, crack
— a/n ; they're all aged up as usual !
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shoto todoroki
shoto simply adores you
he may not show it directly through words or anything but he loves you deeply
indeed, since his childhood he has known only darkness and melancholy
so when he met you you were like a ray of sunshine in his world full of anger and resentment towards his father
always cheerful and bubby,
it's true that sometimes he had a hard time keeping up with your excess of happiness
but he would never get tired of your smile that went up to your ears
shoto is also very protective of you
you are a naive and sensitive person
so consider yourself lucky to have shoto todoroki as your bodyguard
he would never let anyone shade his sunshine
a simple cold look and the person would leave you alone
and you then, always so innocent you didn't understand why the person who was bothering you suddenly left you alone
shoto was your guardian, while you were his light
sometimes he had to take a long time to explain something that was obvious to him
you are too innocent and naive
but you will never see him lose his temper with you
he will take all the time he needs to explain to you for example that no, animals in movies are not real talking animals
you were both walking through the mall with a drink in your hand. it was a perfect afternoon, you were telling him in a cheerful voice a rather bizarre story that made you laugh so much, while shoto listened silently with a slight smile on his face. your expression reflected nothing but happiness and innocence. he had become accustomed to your soft and melodious voice when suddenly your gaze fell on a plush shop. a pout formed gently on your face when you saw the price. aoutch. your adorable expression was soon replaced by a sad one. this obviously did not escape your boyfriend.
a few days later, shoto was waiting for you in front of your house with a bag in his hand. a smile immediately appeared on your face. you loved surprises!
« shoto, what's that ? » you say in a questioning voice.
your hand retrieved the bag and you wasted no time in discovering the contents. a large frog-shaped stuffed animal was in it.
your smile widened even more, which shoto thought was impossible considering how much you were already smiling, and a small laugh escaped from your lips. Shoto was pleased, he had succeeded in making you laugh.
« ahhhhh you're the best i love you i love you i love you ! »
« i love you too baby. »
katsuki bakugo
I think you are one of the few people with whom bakugo loses his temper less easily
but your naivety or lack of understanding...
you were... how to say?
quite slow at times
on the rare occasions when he pays you a compliment
you take it in an offensive way, and you end up saying almost in tears "what does that mean???"
and then he has to explain word by word what he tried to tell you in an irritated way
but as soon as you understand that he wanted to compliment you, a wide angelic smile lights up your face
and that bakugo would never admit but it always made him happy
and maybe even his cheeks took on a slight red tinge oops
he was the first one to call you a moron or an idiot
but nuance you were his idiot
so beware of whoever comes to make fun of you
katsuki would take care of that person without you knowing
because he didn't want your smile to disappear because of some assholes
however he often made fun of your tastes, stupid as he liked to say
you loved cute animals like rabbits or little cats
so every time you saw one in the street or at the pet store, bakugo was the first to laugh at you
which made you cry
but bakugo is a wonderful boyfriend and once bought you a kitten that you called king explosion murder
bakugo was on the verge of screaming. you were currently giving him a hard time because he had dared to ignore king explosion of murder who was asking to be petted. and that didn't sit well with you.
« y/n is just a damn cat! it's not the end of the world. »
you turned around, your lips curled up in an annoyed pout.
« it's not just any cat. it's king explosion of murder, our cat. which you promised to take care of. as much as i did. »
he rolled his eyes before sighing loudly. sometimes you could be as stubborn as the young blond, and in some situations it could be really annoying for both of you.
« y/n. » he said in a firm, desperate voice.
« hmm. »
« i'll buy you an ice cream if you'll stop giving me the cold shoulder. »
you finally turned your head to him, your irritated expression replaced by a happy smile.
« let's go. »
izuku midoriya
izuku always admired your energy
indeed you were a living battery
with your bright smile and the way you lit up the room you were in
nevertheless he had to admit that it was sometimes difficult to follow you during the day
poor baby, you were going too fast for him
but what was even more difficult for him was to understand you
you were asking him questions that were so insane and stupidthat he didn't know what to answer
aaand what he understood even less was your innocence or your naivety
how could you accept to give 1000$ to a stranger in the street because he told such and such a lie to fool you ?
your excessive kindness did not fail to surprise the young man with green hair
while we know that izuku is already altruistic
anyway
but despite everything he knew that he had a mission as a boyfriend to make you happy
and fortunately for him you were easy to make happy
he also loved this trait of being fascinated by everything and so easily
it was one of the many traits you both shared
« izuku ? »
he turned his head to face you, a slight smile painted on your face. your sweet voice echoed in his head. your face was serious, which usually was always accompanied by a smile no matter how light or super happy it was.
« do you think that dogs who wear clothes get teased by other dogs who don't ? i hope not. because they're so cute... »
izuku blinked for a few seconds. a confused expression settled on his face. he shook his head gently, though he had to get used to her questiosn randoms.
« um y/n i don't know. but i don't think... »
you raised your eyebrows.
« i saw this video on youtube that showed the opposite. » you said, holding out your phone.
izuku looked at the video intently before handing the device back to you.
« y/n, baby. it's a cartoon. »
« so what ??? » you answer offended.
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chocoladieimagines · 3 years
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Hey can I request akatsuki fluffy HC with a black reader
Thanks 😊
Sure thing! It took me a bit of a while to think of an idea but I got you! I also hope it’s fine that I am comfortable only doing a few of the members in the Akatsuki🤎🍫Enjoy!
Akatsuki x Black! Reader
For one of their missions, two people are sent to a village called Nikkōgakure, meaning Village Hidden by/among Sunlight. They see a possibility of finding the person they’re looking for by infiltrating a local rally, but only experience the feeling of nostalgia after seeing a childhood friend. Y/N L/N is a civil rights activist who has become very well known throughout villages and is sought out by citizens for social change.
Kisame Hoshigaki
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- The Akatsuki had to operate in teams that would be most efficient in earning money but also not draw attention to themselves. With two shinobi, it’s the bare minimum to have an actionable team that can accomplish goals.
- Two individuals highly skilled such as Kisame Hoshigaki and Itachi Uchiha are sent to the village, acquiring information about the shinobi forces so the Akatsuki could provide more mercenary services.
- Aside from tracing Jinchuriki, a back up plan was to make countries increasingly dependent on Akatsuki’s services, corner the entire market for shinobi missions and eventually put all of the shinobi villages out of business.
- Kisame didn’t expect the village to have such an ethereal beauty; everything in honeyed tones like there was a layer of tinted filtering added to the sky. As the sunlight sauntered in, it ignited shadows to vivid oranges and reds, giving vivacious hues to the village like it was another world of art.
- The broad days of sunlight allowed tenacious vegetation; flowers seen in every turn he made.
- The truth was that the people could never see flowers too many times; they brought flowers into hospitals and graveyards, used them as a vibrant way to express their love and would plant them in their backyards though they couldn’t bear any edible fruits. The village spent thousands replacing them along the streets and as soon as they would brown, more are brought in.
- “Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad.” Kisame said to himself but it was more likely loud enough to be heard just between the proximity of him and Itachi.
- “Yes, there’s something about it that makes it look so peaceful. Like it’s ducked off from the world’s ugliness and imperfection.” Itachi spoke. “Therefore, we will not spark any attention on ourselves. We will only pursue what is absolutely necessary.”
- Kisame followed in Itachi’s words as they watched villagers gather inside of a place, soon walking behind them.
- They both sat in the corner of the room at a small table, everyone’s conversation dying down after the lights dim.
- Kisame heard the sound of heels becoming discernible as they progressed closer to the stage. Once they stopped, the spotlight shined on a beautiful woman.
- He felt himself be captivated by your features; dark satiny brown skin, these dark expressive eyes—pools of honey each time the sunshine hits them, as you wore your hair naturally in its born state.
- You greeted everyone with a warm smile and it seemed a lot of your audience has seen you before—Kisame knew he definitely has.
- He remembered you back in Kirigakure, Village Hidden by Mist or The Hidden Village of The Land of Water. He often saw you tagging along the crewman that traded goods with his village. Having many adventures as a shinobi prior to joining the organization, some of his missions consisted of being involved with the lakes featured along the many islands composing his village.
- The two of you have crossed each other up until the point you kindly greeted him and couldn’t help but feel intrigued by his unique features. He didn’t take offense from it, taking in mind how your voice sounded out of admiration and saw your hand raise a bit like you wanted to feel his features you thought as surreal.
- He only smirked a bit and answered that that was the heredity of his folk, then turned the question on you and asked, “How come whenever the sun hits your skin, you start glowing?”. He watched you stare at him in shock.
- From there on, you two had nice conversations but then you suddenly didn’t see him anymore. You assumed he was getting caught up in a lot of missions and became too busy, which lead to dreading if he could’ve been killed.
- This proceeded for years unbeknownst of him participating in the Akatsuki. But today, he saw you stand behind the podium winning cheers from the crowd. He felt the weird feeling of an adrenaline rush pumping through his bloodstream as his heart rate accelerated by the second he kept looking at you.
- He began to space out from your words, then pondered to himself how he followed the code of the Shinobi in order to “kill his emotions”, which would prevent the average from running wild and causing the mission to be a failure.
- Despite if he was able to feel a drawback from violence, he sadistically enjoyed fighting so there was nothing more that could ever make him feel so vulnerable. He didn’t want to look weak.
- Itachi noticed how Kisame stared at you and honestly he couldn’t blame him. But there was something he sensed other than the gravitation of your beauty, but more like Kisame was remembering you. Like he recalled your appearance from years ago and felt some type of desperation or allure to speak to you.
- “If you wish to speak to her, I recommend this cafe I saw not too far from here. Or take her for a stroll along the street side and visit this flower shop with the biggest garden. But do it when it’s getting darker— the time we’re not on duty.” Itachi assisted, much to his friend’s surprise. “Trust me, I don’t need my sharingan to see how you look at her.”
- With that, Kisame left an anonymous note, telling you to meet him at the heart of the village, where there’s an enormous flower bed, at 8. You wore a fitted kente dress with bell sleeves flaring at your wrists and adorned your hair with a head wrap—having the complementing color, red. His eyes lit up when he saw you approaching the address, watching you look around until you see a man rise from where he was sitting.
- Your mouth was agape in shock as you had a closer look, throwing yourself at him before slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. Kisame stiffened at your display of happiness since he wasn’t sure how you felt about his appearance, if you had a new life with someone or if you shared the same feelings as him. Yet, he wrapped an arm around your waist and walked with you that night.
Deidara
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- Deidara felt at ease by the village he was assigned. Unfortunately, being tasked with Tobi made his experience less enjoyable than he would’ve liked.
- But he accredited Nikkōgakure for the artful displays of rainbow freckles adorning the window boxes, the raised medians, or by canopying storefronts. The village always seemed like it was in the presence of a clear sky; the sun mooring itself in the blue as if anchored to heaven’s ether. It wasn’t too hot, nor too cold but adequate for the black cloak he was wearing.
- Tobi openly expressed his awestruck by continuously wanting to stop at places. He even grabbed a brochure upon entering which contained a map of the village, since they were aware of often having newcomers.
- He wandered different places to the point where Deidara would be looking in one direction and next thing turn to see that Tobi is gone. He caught him sniffing the ingredients being chopped up at a vegetable soup stall; tasting some of the scooped broth from the wooden spoon the cook used to mix.
- Deidara snatched him from the stand, “You dunderhead! Do you know what we were even sent here for—,” Tobi raised a finger in clarification. “Don’t answer that question. We are here because there was traces left of a jinchuriki, while you’re steady lollygagging around with your head stuck in a shit-filled world of cupcakes and rainbows called your ASS! Hm. It’s like I’m looking after a fucking child.”
- But then, he noticed that Tobi was looking in another direction; poking his finger out for a black swallowtail butterfly. His menacing glare made the male detect it was silent and looked towards Deidara. “I’m sorry, what did you say again?”
- The blond growled in frustration, chasing after Tobi until he caught him and punched him unconscious. With a huge knot on the man’s head, he snored with a snot bubble drawing from his nose as Deidara dragged him by the back of his collar.
- Suddenly, the snot bubble popped shortly after Tobi awakened. Five minutes into realizing Deidara was pulling him, he caught sight of an art exhibit.
- “Hey Deidara!” Tobi’s childish accent startled the boy. “How did you—” “Look! An art exhibit!”
- Deidara begrudgingly turned to his side to see what appeared to be a church with gardened—pruned—shrubs of hydrangeas; blossoming large, globe shaped flower heads in shades of purple, blue, pink and white.
- “I’m not falling for another one of your shenanigans.” He resisted. “Oh please! I promise this is the last stop! Gaah, I thought you liked art.” Tobi whined. “Art comes in many forms. What would you know about it anyway? Hm.” “It just looks so pretty in there. Do you even try to take your time with things once in a while? Ya know to soak everything in? Enjoy it while it lasts? Yeesh, you should indulge in yourself more.” “Shut it.”
-Although, in the back of Deidara’s mind, Tobi actually made a point. Their duties often consisted of violence after the lead of Nagato or “Pain” concluded that the only way the world would turn away from its constant warfare would be to experience such catastrophic death destruction that it could never again stomach the idea of conflict.
- Nikkōgakure had many amenities that it already looked like it was in its own world of peace. There were only a few times the members had a day off, why not take the opportunity to enjoy himself a bit while he had the chance now? “Your pondering silence means you’re letting my words settle in, doesn’t it? Go on, I���m waiting.” Tobi said, beginning to file his nails. “You really have the nerve to test my patience when it’s my decision to choose how we’re carrying out our mission, hm. I bet you chose an art exhibit just because you knew I like art.” Deidara anticipated. “Who cares? Can we just go in now?”
- Tobi rocked on his heels and swayed in place in impatience, mentally questioning what could possibly be keeping the boy from submitting into a positive answer. Deidara sighed, “Fine, whatever. We don’t have all day.”. The man-child squealed and raised his arms in the air as he quickly ran through the doors. Approaching the exhibit, Deidara’s interest in the hydrangeas returned; feeling drawn to reach out to a grouplet of periwinkle flowers. He was surprised to feel the sensation of paper, stroking his thumb on the cut out petals to realize they were made out of coffee filters. “Incredible, they look so realistic.” He thought.
- On entering, it was even more colorful inside; each of the whitewashed walls possessed by the colors refracting and dispersing from the sun’s light. The walls had pictorial designs of contrasting pieces like mosaics but as stained glass. They took on the designs of flowers with their leaves blooming from the lead frame by being painted along each side of the room. Most significantly, up in the front of the main entrance, there was a large window panel of a tree; it’s branches winding away from it into leaves of different colors. They were soft shades of pink, blue, yellow and green. “Truly beautiful.” Deidara thought.
- Then, he realized he lost track of Tobi. Although Tobi was an adult and could take care of himself (past tense “could”), it was more like he couldn’t because of his antics. Plus, he wanted to make sure they remained on track of their mission.
- On his search to look for him, he was still in amazement of the exhibit and found himself walking down different halls. The building was a combination of both indoors and outdoors. Some of the roofs became like a greenhouse; transparent ceilings allowing the sunlight to shine through as rooms became greenery with more artwork.
- There was a imperceptible voice down the halls, so he began to follow it. He was finally brought to another room but it was filled with people. He almost ignored it until he caught a glimpse of a girl. You were on stage, a blissful smile wide on your face while he acknowledged that you were the one speaking. He took a double take once he saw you; your hair is in tribal braids, free of your face as they accentuated your golden features. Your eyes never aged, they still spoke of your youth and liveliness.
- Just as he remembered, back in the days before he joined the Akatsuki, you two were friends in his home village, Iwagakure: Hidden Stone Village or The Hidden Village of the Land of Earth.
- You were a ceramist in the Ceramic Village, a small village in the Land of Wind, who was a practitioner of Hanasaki. Hanasaki was known for its pure white color and the series of fine cracks that run along its surface which resembled blossoming flowers (befitting its name). As it brought fame to Ceramic Village, Ninja of Sunagakure frequently requested that parts for their puppets be made in the Hanasaki style, but Hanaski was already difficult to produce for mere ceramics.
- Masho, leader of the ceramic village and created of Hanasaki, rarely took requests because of this. However, you were compliant with many ninjas including Deidara who used the high-quality clay because inferior clays wouldn’t take the exact forms he wanted nor would their detonation be as impressive. Hanasaki was the best clay he found as well as you being the best person he could rely on it from.
- Ceramic Village began running low on Hanasaki but you had set up kilns and workshops throughout villages and found different types of clay, including a muddy clay in the Village of Lies. Back in the village, Masho and other Hanasaki ceramists were killed because it was bringing the village to its downfall from hugely relying on Hanasaki as a source of income. The killer‘s motive was that it would be better to pursue new art styles.
- But, you survived because you often hung out with Deidara, flying on his C2 dragon (a large, flight capable dragon), while he showcased different explosives and experiments he made. You convinced him into throwing them into the air like they were fireworks so he wouldn’t hurt the tons of life below you. He enjoyed seeing your reactions to his explosives because he wanted to impress you, to show you that your clay wasn’t going to waste.
- This soon came to an end when he suddenly left the village as an S-Rank missing nin. Now that he was seeing you currently, many of his memories were brought back to him and so were his feelings. The instant he saw you made him feel warm inside, like he body began starving for sweetness and clung to an emotional sugar source. The sound of your laughter along with the people in the room ignited something in him.
- “Deidara! There you are. You know you shouldn’t run off like that, I was looking all over for you. But I gotta say, I knew you would explore this place top to bottom.” Tobi said. “You dumbass. It’s not my fault you got lost in here and along that, sounding like a baby looking for his mom. Hm.”. Tobi shook away what Deidara had to say and instead looked ahead to see you. “Sweet mama, whose the babe? Don’t try to deny it Deidara, I saw you making goo goo eyes at her,” He began nudging him. “Come on you can tell me. Who is she? Your girlfriend? Best friend?” “She is none of your business.” Deidara said through grunted teeth.
- He wasn’t sure about going up to you. He expected that you would be mad, if anything feel betrayed that he could’ve used you for Hanasaki clay. Really, he enjoyed your company and developed feelings for you. But he didn’t think that you returned them and after all, there were many other ninjas you made clay for. So, he left without telling you, not thinking it would mean much or have a significance.
- Yet, here he stood, watching you shake hands with the host of the event as everyone applauded you for your speech. “I may be a dumbass but you really would if you don’t go and talk to her.” Tobi chimed into Deidara’s trance. “Don’t tell me what to do. Don’t you think I would if I could. Hm.” “Why can’t you? She’s right there! The gods have chosen you two to meet each other again!” “Would you shut up.” While they were bickering, you slowly walked up to the blond, recollecting your memories of your old friend.
- “Deidara?” His body jolted at the sound of his name, like you scared him or he was caught by surprise. He slowly turned to look at you, his roseate cheeks burning when you were much closer to him than behind the podium. You looked even more attractive to him being a short distance away; the way your lashes distinguished the gold flame in your brown hues, the way the sunlight shining through the transparent walls hit your skin. “Long time no see.” He could only say through his awestruck, expressing his familiar smirk he always given you. Maybe Tobi did hand it to him this time, he could’ve been onto something all along.
Obito Uchiha
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- “Tobi” arrived at Nikkōgakure on his own. Instead of it obligating to be a mission, he knew where your whereabouts were and visited the village following as you described.
- “Dear Tobi, It’s a village named Nikkōgakure. It is very beautiful here; there are flowers everywhere and the people seem so happy. You will notice the disappearance of clouds but a clear blue sky, making way for the sun’s rays. I believe Nikkōgakure has made a settlement somewhere near the outer circle of the equator since the village’s weather is always content and sunny—just right. Turns out, I will be included in a meeting with other kages in order to suggest a change in poverty villages or else referred to as slums. They are low income places where people were displaced in from wars. We are planning to be supplementing money and food into these villages so they may rise and expand on shinobi forces. Then we could affiliate our alliances for times of need...meet me at the sun perennial garden. I hope to see you soon. Sincerely yours, Y/N.”
- You met Obito after he was saved from White Zetsu who was following orders from an elderly Madara. You were a subordinate of Madara, who took you under his wing because of your omni-benevolence. Along with his Eye of the Moon Plan; replacing the contemporary world of violence and death with one where nobody ever needs to die, he spent his time keeping a close eye on Konohagakure to find a suitable pawn to take his place.
- Omni-benevolence meant that you had the capacity to be infinitely good and good in every capacity that good is recognized by any sentient being in existence. This associated with embodying virtues that consisted of your capability of seeking unity and being able to join others or have others join you. You subconsciously emitted an aura that could induce emotions; generally that of compassion, courage, peace or charity. The inducement would draw others to you; alluring social attraction to make people feel appreciation, respect, trust or a liking towards you. It would form an allegiance with that person or anyone you encounter.
- Madara observed this and thought he could use it as another tactic for his idealism of world peace. He could use you to align different villages who crossed each other as enemies and end all conflicts that contributed to war. At the time, since you were only a simple villager who worked at an orphanage in Konoha, it took little for Madara to send Black Zetsu to sway you into Madara’s plans. Black Zetsu opted that you were born with supernatural/psionic abilities and could be the aid for world peace, leading you into the mastermind behind it.
- From the moment on, you were by Madara’s side and helped tended to Obito’s injuries; following the procedure of removing his body parts too damaged to be healed and replacing them with limbs cultivated from the cells of Hashirama Senju. Obito felt frightened by the legendary Uchiha but immediately fell comfortable by your mere presence. He felt indebted to Madara for saving his life, along with you and was willing to render any assistance he could, an offer Madara made clear he would collect upon. However, you had no harmful intentions and would often share your backstory with Obito as a way of bonding.
- Being an orphan himself; Obito grew up without knowing who his parents were and was left in the care of his grandmother. Hence, he felt alone in the world and aspired to become the Hokage so that the people of the village could acknowledge his existence. Finding out that you were training your natural abilities by working at an orphanage, made him feel warm and felt as though you were doing him a favor too.
- After witnessing the loss of Rin Nohara by Kakashi unintentionally plunging his chidori through her heart, Obito vowed to do anything for Madara if it could bring him together with Rin and Kakashi again. Now, Madara would explain his Eye of the Moon Plan and imparted all of his knowledge and plans to Obito, taught him abilities he would need moving forward, entrusted him with his possessions and would have you along with Black Zetsu to assist as a guide. Until Madara’s revival, he told Obito that he would act as Madara Uchiha.
- You knew all about the plan moving forward and there wasn’t a single bone of malevolence in your body. Although Obito was technically in leadership of the plan, you walked up to the man while he watched the sunset and made a proposal to him, newly as Madara.
- “How about we go through with the plan in two ways. I would like to go undercover as a Civil Rights activist to create conditions for the healing of the brain as a resolve to world problems and spread more love. To spread a new philosophical idea.” You said. “Look at you, Y/N. Too pure to be tainted by the world’s sickness. You sugarcoat Earth’s harsh realities with the idea that there can be social change. If anything, humans should be wiped off the face of the planet. We take and take from Earth and yet there is not plenty for all because some of us are greedy and seek a profit. God used to be our guide. Now people worship the corruption of money. There is much evilness upon our world. We lust after killing one another. And no one seems to care.” Obito unfolded, his voice almost cracking.
- “Madara has projected his hatred onto you. It is the Curse of Hatred that has imbued your disillusionment.” You softly whispered in his ear. “An Uchiha’s love can instantaneously turn into hatred, leaving them more inclined to do anything and everything in their power to achieve their goals and show their own superiority, regardless of the consequences and repercussions of their actions. I can heal that, I can allege the world in love.” You noticed he became calmer by your words, the pace of his breathing slowed and with the patient intent to listen to you speak.
- You continued, “Love reduces the cortisol, the stress hormone, which alters brain architecture for the better. Of course I agree with you that humans are imperfect, their flaws drilled and fracked into our planet. We aren’t evolved enough to be trusted with love. We’d try to engineer it, alter it, use it, weaponize it. Power addiction is always the wrong route to escape fear. The only way to understand love is to feel it, embody it, embrace it.” Obito stood in silence for a bit, you assuming that he was taking in your words. Then he sighed, “And you have a feeling this could work?” “Well, the question is, how do you know your plan will work? Will everything matter in the end?” He acknowledged your words again, feeling the lightest bit of hope. “Fine.”
- He concluded that you will have to send letters of your progress as evidence that your plan is going through development. Or else, they will result to what was set originally of projecting the Infinite Tsukuyomi on the moon in order to trap the world in a dream, thus saving mankind from destroying itself but robbing free will of the world.
- This lead up to recently, visiting Nikkōgakure to see you. Just like you addressed, you two met at the Sun Perennial Garden; the flower beds of Daylilies, Hollyhocks, Geraniums, Alstroemerias, etc. The huge glass enclosed garden was filled with butterflies and hummingbirds, like an exhibit, with pathways of stepping stones—tiny flowers blooming between the crevices. He felt that warm feeling again, just as he did when he was first getting to know you. He looked at you with your hair braided into dookie braids (or known as jumbo box braids) that lengthened down your back. You dressed in a patterned halter top with a matching wrap skirt and strapped heels, expressing your body to the homely temperature. He thought you looked more prettier than ever, not because of your open honey brown skin, but because of the peace illustrated on your face. It made him realize maybe the death of Rin could’ve meant something. Not that it was good.
- But was it for the sake of moving on? Meaning so he could make room for another? Or so he could realize the inevitability of death opens the door to pure potential that can make you a better, more open and loving person? All he knew was that it all had to wind down with him meeting you and slowly falling in love like you were saying. I can allege the world in love.
Sorry to keep everyone waiting! I hope you all are having a great day and enjoyed reading!🤎🍫
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strength - a tartaglia story
(this fic is part of the series i am doing)
!genshin spoilers (specifically about childe) in explanation! i haven’t really read the lore on him but i still know a bit so apologies if i got something wrong
The card of strength upright represents, well, strength. It symbolises the courage it takes to persevere. Persuasion also is an aspect of it. Other aspects of this card include compassion and influence. I think Childe fits this card really well as a major aspect of his character is strength and desire to get stronger. Persuasion is shown in the form of both his quick wit and rough charm, along with more.. physical means as a Fatui member. Compassion isn’t obvious, it’s more towards his family, and he holds a lot of influence as a Harbinger. 
Now what’s interesting is the reversal of Strength can also apply to him. He has a ton of inner strength, clearly, to have survived both in mind and body the fall into the Abyss. Does self-doubt also apply to him then? I think that since he’s constantly trying to prove his strength, even though he is extremely strong and he knows it, he suffers self-doubt towards his actions. He’s not on the right path, joined because he was chosen by the Tsaritsa as her weapon and to protect his family. His loyalty to the Tsaritsa is unquenchable, but I think there are still those shreds of doubt deep inside asking whether he wanted this. Low energy is an aspect of Strength reversed, and is shown right after his show of strength as Foul Legacy, his battered and weak human body coping with the transformation effects. In conclusion, he is the perfect person for this prompt, in my opinion. I also just wanted to show how it’s okay to be weak sometimes, that strength isn’t just physical and yeah.
gn!traveler! reader (reader is not lumine or aether, just a traveler from another world; weapon is more of a melee/close combat weapon)
warnings: genshin archon quest (liyue) spoilers, violence, aftermath of foul legacy, no one dies, but there's blood, typical golden house violence, childe is slightly ooc towards the end but that's because he’s soft and mushy, also poor medical knowledge sorry to any medical people reading this, there’s a bit of angst but a lot of fluff 
in which u beat tartaglia up then look after him then kiss him to shut him up
series m.list
Blood drips from your weapon as you hold yourself up, panting heavily. Red tints your vision, the harsh crackle of lightning coming from Foul Legacy’s polearm harmonising with your pulse resounding through your ears. It’s overwhelming, yet you’ve never felt more alive.
You’ve been fighting Childe for the past hour, and the quick defeat of his first two forms is eerie. Have you grown stronger? There’s no time to wonder as his flurry of attacks force you to leap out of the way in defence. The squeaks of your shoes feel almost comical in this dark place, the only light being from the moon glinting off the Mora lying all around, piles and piles of the gold causing a warm glow across the room that was never meant to be used as a makeshift arena. 
His attacks are becoming slightly repetitive, the same three slashes, and just when you think you have an opening, he summons the godforsaken whale, leaving you to sprint to the side of the arena lest you drown in the incoming flood. You’re closer to him than you thought, and you immediately get on the offensive, slashing out and barely scratching through his armour. 
Childe laughs, the sound distorted by the mask materialised by his transformation. He sounds terribly amused, you scowl, and dodge his polearm swinging down at you, stabbing at the slight gap in his armour, not expecting it to connect. When it does, you slide the weapon out in shock, seeing the crimson drip off the blade, yet are left with no time to marvel as Childe immediately starts a new sequence of attacks, and you are once again on the defensive.
A slight pause in the sequence is enough for your red stained blade to rain down upon his armour, the weapon beating down upon his arms, the Harbinger countering with double blades. You’re shoved back with the force, coughing slightly at the impact. The night is still young, yet it feels like hours since you first began.
Your lungs burn and your head feels clouded. Yet as you stand there, watching Childe warily, you notice that his movements are slowly becoming sluggish. Have you worn him down? The very thought gives you an energy boost, your screaming muscles are not heeded as you circle him slowly, his movements becoming slightly easier to read. He is incredibly strong, you admit to yourself, but tonight you’re walking out of here the victor. 
You spring out of the way as he speeds past you, twisting through the air as you kick him in the back, unbalancing him with his momentum just enough to hit him with the butt of your weapon, hard. He stumbles, and that is enough to bring him down to the floor with a barrage of your attacks. 
He doesn’t get back up. 
Unsure, you stand with your weapon poised, the dried blood a testament to his injury. Childe fought well, and you cannot tell if it is just a fluke that you emerged victorious. 
A small gasp alerts you, Childe’s Foul Legacy form dissipating from his body, which is littered with cuts and bruises. Your eyes immediately are drawn to the deep wound matching your blade shape on his torso, and his eyes fly open. A weak smile is on his face.
“You fought well, comrade,” Childe grins, his face pallored and sweaty, and you drop your weapon. “Putting your weapon down? No matter how injured someone may be, never let your guard down around them. Especially a Harbinger.”
He somehow wrestles with the ground enough to sit up and kick your legs out from under you. You land with a heavy thud, a breath of air getting knocked out of you as you grab your weapon and point it at him, worry obvious in your face at his flushed, sweaty face. He looks sick. Is it the wound? You grab your belongings.
“Leaving already?” Childe’s lazy smirk is betrayed by his voice cracking slightly. You ignore him, rummaging around in your bag for needles and thread, ointment and bandages. You return, and he looks at you, lips parting in surprise as you kneel by him, your weapon left by your bag.
You wordlessly gesture to his outer clothing on his torso, and he is unusually quiet as he slowly slips his shirt off, his flushed face getting even more red as your hands guide him to lie down. You clean your hands and the wound and take out the sterilised needles and begin stitching, taking out your seelie to better aid you in seeing what you’re doing. 
After bandaging the wound and helping him put his clothes back on, Childe is wordless. You’ve been so gentle with him, even though you don’t particularly like him. He calls you his friend, yet he knows deep down he’s lying to both himself and you. He knows you don’t view him as anything but an evil Harbinger with bloodstained hands, and he definitely doesn’t view you as a friend, he views you as so much more. How he longs to throw away the crimson mask he wears constantly, a brutal reminder of the role he has taken on, and join you on your travels across Teyvat. Yet reality is merciless, and his hopes are constantly shattered when you leave once again, eyes dancing with mirth as you interact with the citizens of Liyue. 
But not when with him. Your face is not carefree when with him, it is a battle mask of bared teeth and frenzied eyes. He loves seeing both your faces you show, but he wishes you’d laugh when with him. His eyes are cloudy, and as you gently run your hands through his hair, they close. Just for a bit, he thinks. I’ll let my guard down just for a bit.
When he wakes up, he isn’t in the Golden House anymore, but a soft bed. Golden ribbons of light pierce through the shutters, and he immediately sits up, wincing slightly at the sharp pain in his torso. He looks down, noticing a figure slumped over the bed from a chair, and is struck at how beautiful you look when asleep. He holds his breath, hoping you stay like that for a while. 
You yawn and awake, stretching your arms out and over your head as you stare at Childe. After he passed out from your ministrations, you mentally groaned and carried him out of the Golden House, all the way over to your small apartment on the outside of Liyue Harbour. Were you regretting it? Definitely. Were you feeling bad for him? Yes. Was this a stupid decision? Of course. But seeing his pretty face sleeping almost made up for it,
“Hey comrade,” Childe smirks. “Sleeping in the same bed as a Harbinger? This really wasn’t your brightest moment.”
Your nod is perfunctory and you stand. “Glad to see you’re alive.”
Childe curses at himself mentally. Why is he provoking you? 
“I’ll go make something for us to eat,” you stand up, leaving to go to the kitchen. “Stay here.”
Childe looks down at his hands, confusion seeping its way into his brain. Why were you being so kind to him? Why weren’t you making the same remarks as always? He doesn’t deserve it. So why?
You return with a large plate of fried eggs and toast. Childe takes it numbly, not caring to check if it’s poisoned as he swallows. 
After he’s done and you’ve gone back to the kitchen, he decides he’ll leave. Why burden you further? He grabs his scarf you’ve neatly folded and placed on the dresser, the scent of your laundry detergent lingering on it and he short-circuits. It smells like you. He wraps it slightly tighter and walks to the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” you stare at him with concern in your eyes as you make tea. The look in your eyes makes his heart pound. You’ve never looked at him this way before, and he feels his walls threatening to crumble. 
“Well, I figured I’d get going,” he rambles, waving his hands as you stop what you’re doing and walk over to him. Childe’s eyes dilate slightly and he feels his pulse speed up. “You know, I’ve got stuff to do and comrades to train and you’ve been really nice-”
He’s cut off when you pull him towards you by his scarf and kiss him. His heart almost gives out before he realises that, holy shit, he’s being kissed by you and oh Archons it feels amazing. And he’s holding your waist, and you’re pulling him closer and closer and if you asked right now for the world, he’d give it to you. And he’s kissing you back, the warmth you share drives away the morning chill. 
When you finally pull away, Childe looks like he’s over the moon. 
“Finally, quiet,” you speak first, imitating his annoying smirk as you gesture towards the kitchen table. “Would you like some tea?”
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CSI Characters as Ancient/Medieval Fantasy Warriors (title is tentative)
I WROTE THIS ALL IN ONE SITTING!!!!!  CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???????
*ahem* This is speculation about what powers and skills the CSI characters would have if they were warriors in an ancient/medieval fantasy setting, amongst other things. This was probably inspired by my recent wallowing in medieval fantasy (specifically Songs of War {if you don't know what that is, it's okay}), and I thought, why not entertain the idea? And after writing it out, I can say that it was fun toying around with it. If this inspires anybody to add on anything, or write fanfiction, or whatever, by all means go ahead.
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All the people written about here are humans with powers.
Gil:  He has enhanced eyesight, and is a sniper archer. If I may draw your attention to the ending scene of season 4 episode 2, All for Our Country:
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Bonus shot because it reminds me of his Will Graham days:
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He is canonically a deadeye. So, I am extending that to be a superhuman power. I'll put it this way: he can aim and shoot at the same target a contemporary sniper with a scope could; he does not require (or have, for that matter) a scope. Because he is not so able as his younger teammates, so he cannot be in the direct area of battle and fend off opponents. But he has excellent eyesight, so he hides up in a tree or on the edge of a cliff that overlooks the area or wherever is applicable, and shoots any targets he can.  He uses a crossbow, since not as much strength is needed to pull back the cord as compared to a bow.  He also has a light wooden staff which he uses to help him walk up inclinations. It's also his defensive staff; if an enemy manages to sneak up on him, he can point the staff at them and shoot a forcefield that will blast them back. But this is only effective at close range, hence why he has to use the crossbow for opponents further away. He wears a hooded cloak which is green on one side and a dusty brown on the other, so that he can camouflage himself, turning the cloak to whichever side he needs to match his surroundings.  He is not the only one to wear a cloak however; Catherine, Ecklie, Jim, DB and Finn wear cloaks (more details when I get to each) as well to show they are of higher ranking, but only Gil's is hooded for practical purposes.
Warrick: His power is that he can jump really high. He can jump over a small hill and land on the ground on the other side. He's the one who helps get Gil to his perches if needed; he puts him over his shoulder and jumps, holding him with one arm and his war hammer in his other hand. He is strong enough to carry Gil. And Gil trusts him and is comfortable enough to let himself be borne in such a way, never struggling or crying out in fear when he is suddenly brought off the ground at such a high rate. In tandem with being able to jump high, he can strike his hammer on the ground when he lands and cause a quake. His hammer's enchantment depends on how high he jumped. On the ground, he swings his hammer at an opponent and sends them flying back (at a much greater distance than Gil's forcefield).
Bobby Dawson: He's the archer who is in the direct area of battle. He uses a small hunting bow, and also has a gladius in case any opponents manage to get close to him. He has enhanced reflexes, so he is able to turn around, draw weapons, and load and shoot his bow faster than normal.
Catherine:  She is telekinetic.  She does not use weapons because she prefers to have her hands free to gesticulate and help her focus on moving the objects she is controlling.  Her cloak is a beautiful royal blue.
Heather:  Mind control + reading minds + telepathy.    And invisibility.  Aside from turning the team's opponents against each other, mind control is useful for helping friends escape from dangerous situations; sometimes, it's easier than telling them what to do.  She needs very strong concentration for her mind control, which is the ability she uses the most, so she makes herself invisible and keeps out of the way, but stays where she can see the person she is manipulating.  Like Gil, she has the defensive staff in case anyone finds her.
Nick and Sara: They are what I like to call the speedster twins. It is very satisfying to wash them nyoom about and quickly kill any opponent in the path of their run. Typically, they start out standing next to each other at the same point, and then run on one side of the battlefield each. So they take out the opponents on the skirting of the battlefield. Sara has a cutlass while Nick has twin daggers.
Greg: He can talk to nearby spirits and ask them to help his team in the fight. With the power of this necklace that he has, he can conjure a protective invisible dome-shaped barrier around himself, which is invulnerable to any and every form of attack. Except if somebody were to dig their way up from below him of course. However, he has to stay in the same spot when he is inside this barrier, and has to deactivate it if he wants to walk (or run or whatever) somewhere else. The spirit of the person who gave him the necklace follows him everywhere, and stays by his side on the battlefield to protect him from any opponents who manage to get close.  Greg has a curved cleaver in case he needs to fight.
Al:  Aside from being a healer, he can freeze time.  Sort of. He can freeze the movement of anybody who is coming at him, no matter how many there are. He does not wield weapons. He has wooden legs (which are enchanted to be completely painless for him) and a staff, but without the power that Gil's and Heather's have. To heal someone, he just has to touch them, for as long as it takes for the wounds to completely heal. **I was thinking about making him have something to do with necromancy, but I thought that that's too much like Greg's power.
David:  He is the other healer, and is the one who kills the people that Al freezes. He just makes them fade out of existence. It is completely painless, and that way they don't have any bodies lying around the healers' area. Also, while Al heals physical injuries, David actually cures illnesses. So he has to touch his patient for as long as it takes to eradicate the infection.
The two healers typically stay in one spot, ready to head out into the battlefield if any of their teammates are injured.
Archie: He is the cryokinetic guardian of Henry, Wendy, Mandy, and Hodges, who are not combatants. He does not use weapons.
Henry:  He is a blacksmith, in charge of repairing the people's weapons, and making new ones if necessary. He also makes the arrows for Gil and Bobby.
Wendy: She is an enchanter who imbues weapons with offensive powers, such as the quake and blast effect on Warrick's hammer, or the enhanced sharpness of the speedster twins' blades.
Mandy: She enchants weapons with defensive powers, such as Greg's necklace, or Gil's and Heather's staves. She is also the one who made Al's wooden legs painless.
Hodges: While Al and David are physical healers, and while Wendy enchants weapons, Hodges is the one who restores the powers of other people. He is not really drained when he does it, but it is better for him to stay still and rest while other people fight. It works exactly how Al's and David's healing does.
These five people typically stay near the healers.
Jim:  He can control the weather.  That also means he can summon lightning.  And hailstones.  And rain (creatures that are made of fire or lava are susceptible to rain).  Like Catherine, he has his hands free to focus whatever he's bringing down from the sky onto wherever his target is.  His cloak is pitch black in colour.
Conrad: He can clone himself; up to five clones of himself can exist at a time.  It's alright if they are hurt or killed; so long as he is still alive.  He wields a scythe.  His cloak is a really dark grey, almost black, but not really.
Morgan:  She can fly. This is not a power which requires restoration. Since she does not use wings, she can fly in rain. She uses twin swords.
Sofia:  She is a shapeshifter.  But she can not only turn into other creatures; she can turn into objects like a boulder or something. In such forms, she is invulnerable to like, say, a fist striking her, but if someone were to try and blow her up, she would have to turn into something else and run away. You know those fire creatures I mentioned? If she turns into one of them, she can harness their powers. Basically, she takes on the abilities of anything she turns into.
Riley: She can turn into any of her opponents, whether she has killed them herself of if they are standing right in front of her. Heather would be aware that this in fact Riley (telepathy yo), and Riley will work together with the person Heather is controlling. Unlike Sofia, while she becomes the mirror image of someone, she cannot have the skill level of the person she turns into. She herself is proficient with a club; if she turns into someone who was a swordsman, she would be wield a blade as well as them, and will continue to use her own weapon. If she turns into one of those fire creatures, she might be able to use their fire, but she doesn't have as fluent control over it as the original person. In fact, it is much safer for her to not turn into such creatures.
Ray:  He has enhanced strength, which enables him to rotate his huge double-headed battle axe about his wrist above his head.  And by "huge", I mean that the stick is almost as long as him, and the blades are bigger than his head. The stick is also quite thick; it has to withstand the weight of the blades, and the impact with which it is struck. By "rotate", I mean Ray is able to hold the handle at the very base, and pivot it perfectly around.
DB:  Teleportation.  This son of a bitch randomly popping up out of nowhere?  Yeah.  His weapon is a really small but especially sharp dagger, easy to conceal, and a quick and effective killer.  He appears, quickly pokes his opponent, and then teleports to the next one.  He can teleport anywhere within his viewing distance; he has to be able to see where he is teleporting to to go there. His cloak is silver in colour.
Finn:  She is pyrokinetic.  Her cloak is typically orange, yellow or red, but it can change colours to whatever fire she is wielding, which includes green, blue, purple, white, and even black fire.  She does not use weapons.
Additional idea: Gil and Sara are soulmates. But they were not fated from birth; rather, their soulmate bond formed when their connection deepened. Before they met, their soulmates could have been anyone else, or they could have gone without a soulmate for the rest of their lives. Even when they met and fell in love at first sight (I'm one of those who hc that they did; ymmv), they were not yet soulmates. It was when they really got to know and understand each other implicitly and became unbreakably steadfast in their connection, of their own accord, that their soulmate bond formed. The physical manifestation of it was when their soul marks appeared; Gil has a butterfly on the right side of his neck, close to the back of his neck, and Sara has a rhinoceros beetle on the underside of her left wrist. Being soulmates, they can heal each other and restore each other's powers. The most soothing times for them to do it is when they can lie down somewhere private and hold each other close.
When their marks first appeared, everyone kept congratulating them; there was a lot of friendly teasing from Warrick, Nick, Greg and Hodges. As for themselves, they remained passive until they were in the privacy of their bedroom.  They sat down on the edge of the bed, embracing and leaning their foreheads on each other's, uncontainable smiles on their faces as they had a little heart-to-heart.  They did not really have to vocalise much; they had always been able to understand each other with just a few words.  Then, they leant back from each other, but remained close.  Sara lowered her head and slowly, reverently kissed all over Gil's mark; he closed his eyes and let her do it, enjoying how it felt, moving his head to one side so that his skin on the right of his neck was stretched flat and easier to kiss.  When Sara was done, they leant back again.  Gil lifted Sara's wrist to his mouth and kissed all over her mark, with as much care and adoration as she had done his.
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A Sticky Situation. (Marcus Moreno x Reader)
Summary: Marcus Moreno and the new intern find themselves in a rather...sticky situation. [ Marcus Moreno One - Shot. Female reader. ]
Rating: M+ [ 18+ ONLY. Minors will be blocked! ]
Warnings: Claustrophobia, elevators, near - death experience, sex, swearing, choking kink, and a slight age - gap (although not stated, but Y/N is in her late twenties). If you find any of these things to be triggering or offensive to you in any way, shape or form, please reconsider reading this! You have been warned!
Honorary Mentions: This story was co - written with, @pedropastel! Story was requested by, @josepedropascal! Also, thank you to @andriecastana for being my unofficial beta! 💜
Author’s Note: Thank you for all of the love I have received on all of my headcanons and drabbles! I don’t know why but Marcus Moreno’s appearance broke through my massive writers block, but I’m not complaining! Hahah! Thank you to all of you who have shown my blog love over the past few days! It really means a lot to me! I hope you enjoy this story that was co - written with my best friend in the entire galaxy! She is a literary genius! So, please thank her as well! 💜 Go show her some love!
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The Heroics building was bombilating with energy and life as it was most days of the week. I was somewhat new to the whole thing, as I had only been there for a few months, but it didn’t take long for me to learn the ropes. I mostly floated from the control room to the office, taking calls, running errands, scheduling meetings, etcetera. Today was no exception. Granada had me running files back and forth all morning, and I was starting to regret wearing such a form fitting dress and heels that day.
“Finally.” I muttered to myself when I reached the elevator, taking a large and much needed breath inwards, as I closed my eyes for a moment.
“Is this one going up?” I heard a familiar husky voice ask, as my eyes suddenly flew open, gripping the railing nervously as I nodded like a dunce. I tried my best not to stare at the sexy single father who was the leader of the Heroics. Marcus Moreno. Since his return back to the team, we very rarely crossed paths; much to my discontent. He would occasionally join us in the control room for the morning briefings, and to help out when he could, but he was usually out in the field, risking his life with the others to keep our world safe. And looking damn good while doing it, if I do say so myself.
His black getup sent hearts aflutter in our office, and it was no secret that many women found him irresistible. However, much to their dismay, Marcus showed no interest in them. He wasn’t a man of many words, and perhaps that was part of his mystique and otherworldly sex appeal.
“Busy day, huh?” Marcus spoke up again, as he closed the doors to the elevator, while turning to look at me. I nearly dropped the files I had been holding as I turned to look around the elevator, and realized he was talking to me. I tried to compose myself, as I turned to face the man who had plagued my thoughts since I began working there.
“U --- Uh, yeah. Granada’s had me running around here like a chicken with my head cut off.” I chuckled bashfully. Marcus opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly the lights in the elevator flickered. The two of us looked at each other in confusion, when suddenly the elevator screeched to a halt. The lights in the elevator blew, as Marcus desperately tried to open the doors to escape our impending doom. Much to our chagrin, the doors did not open. We were stuck. The files I had been gripping, slipped through my fingers as panic began to set in me.
“No! No! No!” I exclaimed, as I tried pressing the emergency button, as well as every other button on the control panel that I could.
“The powers out!” Marcus exclaimed, as he showed me his phone. There was a text flashing on the screen, alerting everyone to the power outage at our building. The knot in my stomach grew in size, as Marcus leaned against the cold metal and sighed loudly. His relaxed demeanor in the face of such danger, was almost off - putting to me in this situation.
“Marcus, we need to get out of here!” I panicked, as I tried to pick up the emergency red phone, hoping to hear something on the other end.
“If the power’s out, what makes you think the phone will be working?” He quipped sarcastically. I shot him a look in the dimly lit elevator, narrowing my eyes at him in annoyance.
“Well, Mister Heroic, why don’t you use your powers to get us out?” I snapped unintentionally, as he raised his fluffy eyebrows at me.
“Can’t. These elevators are designed to be indestructible and will repel any of our powers. There was an incident a couple of years ago where Tech - No and Miracle Guy had an argument in the elevators...and well...let’s just say, since that day, they had to replace all of the elevators in this office with these bad boys.” He snorted, as he suddenly huffed loudly, and tossed his phone onto the floor.
“Dammit! I knew I should have charged my phone before coming to work!” He grumbled before turning to look at me. I shook my head, as I leaned against the opposite end of the elevator, trying not to hyperventilate.
“Don’t look at me! My phone is in my desk!”
“Good place for it.” Marcus teased me. I clenched my jaw in irritation, as I rolled my eyes at our team leader.
“Well, I’m sorry I’m not some weird superhero that can see into the future.” I replied indignantly. Marcus chuckled, as he took a step, but stopped when the elevator creaked loudly, causing the two of us to stare at one another fearfully.
“M --- Marcus…”
“Yes?”
“What was that?”
“Well, I think because there’s no juice running this bad boy, our weight might be too much for this rickety old thing to take.” He swallowed audibly. The fact that Marcus was showing fear, did nothing to put me at ease. Suddenly the elevator began appearing smaller...and smaller...and smaller...my heart was beating at an inhuman pace, and I found it difficult to breathe. I gripped the railing so tightly my knuckles were going white.
“Oh God! Oh God! Marcus! We need to get out of here! W --- We --- we need to think of something! Marcus ---“
“Y/N!” Marcus exclaimed in frustration, as he shucked off his leather jacket, tossing it to the side. “You need to calm down! You’re going to make yourself pass out if you keep doing that.” He said in such an egregious manner that I was slightly taken aback by the authoritative tone in his voice. Before I could even blink, Marcus had moved into my line of sight, his strong hands gripped my arms gently, as he squeezed my forearms lovingly.
“Hey, close your eyes. Okay? Focus on my voice. You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay, alright?” He cajoled in that soothing husky voice of his. I felt slightly more at ease already, but that could have just been the part of my brain that was absolutely head over heels for this man.
“But --- Marcus!” I exclaimed, as I took a small breath in that felt sharp and painful, and was equally as painful as it left me.
“But nothing! You’re safe with me Y/N. I promise.” He said with the utmost certainty. The elevator creaked again, and I shook my head as the panic set in once more. My heart was pounding out of my chest that I was almost positive that Marcus could hear it. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying not to lick my lips, as I remembered I still had lipstick on. Silly thing to worry about at a time like this I suppose.
“Marcus --- i --- it’s --- I need to get out of here! We need to figure something out! I can’t breathe!” I all but shouted, as my chest felt as though I had a two - ton elephant sitting on it. The walls began to close in on us again. The elevator creaked, but it was even louder this time. The way Marcus looked up at the ceiling of the elevator did nothing to quell my fears.
“Breathe for me. Can you do that? Just focus on my voice. At least you’re trapped in here with me, the leader of The Heroics.” Marcus laughed haughtily as he tightened his grip on my arms.
“Modest in the face of danger, I see.” I deadpanned, as I let out a small but breathy laugh. That is, until the elevator began moving, and my eyes widened like a deer in the headlights. The elevator slowly began its descent and all I could do was scream and clutch Marcus for dear life. Just when I thought we were going to die in a fiery explosion, the elevator screeched to a halt, snapping back like a rubber band. I didn’t realize it at the time, but Marcus and I had fallen to the floor when the elevator began dropping. Luckily, it didn’t seem like either of us had been injured in the fall. I did, however, feel something poking at the side of my leg. My cheeks flushed at the thought of what it might be. Marcus was grinning at me crookedly, to which I could only raise my eyebrows at him in mock annoyance.
“You’re thinking about sex? At a time like this?” I questioned him, as my breathing became more even and relaxed. Having Marcus on top of me was...oddly comforting to me in a way.
“Well...it’s one way to take our minds off of imminent death. Besides, you need to focus on something other than your claustrophobia.” He said with an air of playfulness. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes in jest, as I shook my head from side to side.
“I suppose for someone like you, near death experiences are just another Tuesday.” I chuckled, as I found Marcus’s hands clutching mine. I was pinned underneath his heavy body, as the two of us stared at each other longingly.
“I’d die for you any day, Y/N. That’s my job, protecting innocent people. You know, I find near death experiences oddly comforting. I’ve had so many that they tend to lose their impact.” I stared into Marcus’s deep brown irises as I felt the weight of his words. It hadn’t occurred to me how frequently he experienced situations like this. How often his life hung by a thread. How easily it could be severed. My hand slid between our bodies, as my hand grazed his scruffy beard gingerly.
“Maybe you should let someone else save you for once.”
“Are you offering? Tell me, Y/N, how would you save me?” Marcus grinned at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I felt his cock twitch against my thigh, causing me to gasp loudly at the sudden protrusion.
“That depends on what your definition of saving someone is, Mister Moreno…” I trailed off, as my lips curled upwards into a seductive smile that mirrored his own.
“Making them forget their current situation...say...being stuck in an elevator. I can think of a few things to keep us busy...” He murmured quietly, as he leaned his face down to meet mine, our lips just inches apart. Any lingering fear I had left as soon as Marcus’s lips connected with mine. I sighed longingly into the kiss, as my hands gently fingered the buttons on his light blue shirt, pressing my lips into his with fervor. All of the adrenaline the two of us had built up in this elevator was being channelled into something more productive one could say.
Marcus wasted absolutely no time at all, as his wet tongue slid past my lips, exploring my mouth with an expertise that could only be described as someone with years of experience under his belt. It was bewitching, the way our bodies reacted to one another. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my chest and knew he was feeling mine too. As the kiss progressed into something more, Marcus’s hand began leaving mine, as his large calloused digits slowly wrapped around my neck. His head was tilting to the side, pushing his tongue further into my own mouth, causing a breathy moan to escape into his mouth. Our tongues fought one another, as Marcus’s hips gyrated against mine needily.
“Mmm -- mmm! What are you ---” I struggled to get out as his mouth slowly left mine, a trail of spit still connecting our lips. Marcus’s brown eyes darkened. Somewhere in the lust filled pash his glasses made their way over to where his leather jacket was. His hand carefully squeezed my neck. The sensual act was enough to make my thong soaked with arousal. I squeezed my thighs together in a pitiful attempt at trying to rid myself of the aching ripping through my loins.
“I’m saving you, Y/N. Taking your mind off of where we are. You’re no longer in a dangerous situation. The only danger you have to worry about is me.” He uttered darkly as he gave my neck another gentle squeeze. If I hadn’t already been on the floor of the elevator, I surely would be now. I pushed my hips up to meet Marcus’s as he let out a throaty chuckle. His rough hands tilting my head to the side as he trailed a series of kisses down my feverish body. His scruff rubbed up against my skin in such a delicious manner it made me arch my body into his hard chest. Marcus groaned, as he rocked his body against mine; carefully, as to not make too much commotion. We were still trapped in an elevator afterall.
“Marcus --- I need you.” I choked out in hapless gasps. Marcus grabbed my hand and placed it on his tie, silently instructing me to do away with it. I obeyed his quiet request and began loosening his tie, as his other hand snaked down between us, his hand roughly pushed my tight dress up, as I tossed his tie with the other articles of clothing that were piling up in the corner.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me. Use your words.” He demanded in that sexy gravelly voice of his. My hands reached down to grab ahold of his zipper, toying with it coquettishly, as I palmed his hard cock through his dress pants. Marcus pressed his forehead against mine as small beads of sweat dripped onto my face. I opened my eyes slowly to see his own pained expression. My breath caught in my throat when I realized just how large he was. He was...girthy...and long. I whimpered, pulling my bruised bottom lip in between my teeth. Marcus’s chest began to rumble as he growled out another moan.
“Enough teasing. Tell me what you want. I said use your words.” He ground out, the two of us breathing each other in, our minds clouded by lust. The elevator creaked suddenly, snapping me out of the wonderful haze I had been engrossed in. Marcus grabbed onto my cheeks, forcing me to look into his chocolate - y eyes. Eyes you could lose yourself in.
“Focus on me, baby. The only thing you need to worry about is how my cock is gonna fit in that tight pussy.” He hummed before connecting his lips with mine once more. I whimpered against his plush lips, as my fingers un - did a few buttons on his shirt, desperately running my hands over the toned flesh that lay beneath his form fitting clothes. How many nights I dreamt of this man, and it was actually happening. If his hand wasn’t still wrapped around my throat, I would have asked him to pinch me, for I was surely dreaming.
I reached down to move my tiny thong to the side, but struggled with it, much to Marcus’s chagrin. He huffed out in annoyance, as he tore his lips from mine and his hand left my throat. His hands grasped at my thong, ripping it clean off of me. I was both shocked and incredibly turned on by the sheer amount of strength this man possessed. It appealed to a rather primitive side of me you couldn’t say.
“Hey!” He shushed me with another kiss, moaning out loud when his bulbous wet head brushed against my wet cunt. I was soaked. Drenched even. Marcus had that effect on women. My eyes squeezed shut as my head dug into the elevator floor.
“Marcus! Marcus, please! Please, fuck me!” I exclaimed loudly, as Marcus grumbled about a condom. I shook my head fervently. “IUD. Please fuck me already!” I nearly cried as my eyes stung with the promise of tears. I was just that desperate for him. Marcus pressed his forehead against mine. I could feel his eyes boring into me.
“Baby, open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at me.” He ordered. “Baby, you need to look at me. This is gonna hurt.” He warned me. I was about to reply with a snippy remark, when I felt a sharp pain in my pussy. My walls clenched onto his round and angry head. He was dripping. I could feel it as soon as he entered me. My eyes flew open as I gripped his large and incredibly muscular biceps.
“F --- Fuck! Marcus! Jesus fucking Christ! Y --- You’re --- You’re so ---” I struggled to get out, as he smooth my hair back, stroking my long locks sweetly.
“I know. You’re doing so good baby. You’re doing so good for me.” He coaxed, as he pushed in a little deeper, his hands were on my thighs spreading me open for him. The pain was soon met with a delicious stretch. His girth was not something I was prepared for. I felt so full already!
“Been dreaming about fucking you. I --- I can’t stop thinking about you. E — Everyday — y — you’re always — shit!” He sputtered out, almost like he was pussy dumb already.
“Marcus! Fuck --- o --- oh my! Oh my God!” I cried, as he placed his hands on either side of my head, as he bottomed out inside of me. I looked down and nearly lost my mind when I saw the outline of his cock pushing up against the mound of my shaved cunt. “I --- I can’t --- I can’t stop --- you’re so hot!” I nearly screamed, as he started thrust slowly. My walls were squeezing his beer can sized cock like a boa constrictor.
“F — uck...I -- I don’t know how I’m gonna last!” He choked out as he increased the pace of his hard thrusts. I pawed at this man like a bitch in heat. His grunts and moans were music to my ears as he chanted my name like a sinful prayer. The most sinful prayer that would make the angels above weep. “That’s it baby. The only thing you need to worry about is me fucking you. I’m gonna make you cum baby. You’re safe with me.”
“Oh! Oh! Right there! Right there!” I shrieked like a banshee, as Marcus’s hips slammed into mine. His hips were tilted at an angle which allowed him to reach my g - spot without even trying. Fuck! This man knew his way around a fucking pussy!
“MARCUS! Yo -- You’re so good! So Good!” I whimpered, as the elevator shook slightly when Marcus used more force to rut into me. His cock was so thick he managed to hit every nerve ending and every inch of my cunt. The sounds we were making with our bodies were so obscene, but felt like music to my ears.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Fuck! You’re doing so good baby!” He continued to praise me as his hands wrapped around my neck again, giving me a delicious squeeze.
“U -- Uh!” I squeaked out, as his thumbs pressed against my pulse point. My pink walls fluttered around his swollen cock, making Marcus hiss.
“Let me squeeze your pretty little neck, while you squeeze my cock with your pretty little cunt.” He rasped, as his cock started to twitch inside of me. His words were all I needed to bring me tumbling over the edge, as my heels dug into the elevator floor. It screeched loudly again, making me clench around his length again. Marcus shook his head and shushed me before I could panic. “Just focus on cumming for me. Focus on - this - cock - inside - of - you.” He emphasized each word with a sharp thrust up into me, smacking my g - spot each time. “Let the office know who’s dick you’re taking. Come on baby. Don’t be shy. That’s it!” He gritted out as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“I -- I’m gonna! I’m gonna!”
“Yeah? Yeah, good girl. Cum for me. Cum for me!” He panted, as he gave me one good thrust to send me on my way. I felt my whole body tremble as my thick and milky cum came gushing out of me, coating his cock with my juices. Marcus let out a strangled cry of pleasure, kissing me roughly, nearly knocking our teeth together as he came inside of me.
“Fucking shit!” He bellowed, as his hands slowly unraveled from their place on my throat. The two of us panted, trying to come down from our highs.
“That was ---”
“I know.”
“You were so ---”
“So were you.” He chuckled. His happy demeanor shifting as the elevator creaked again. This time it was louder and the floor shook beneath our languid bodies.
“I got an idea.” He said, as he quickly and begrudgingly pulled himself out of my cunt. I whimpered at the loss of him, as my walls clenched around nothing. As another loud screech was heard, I suddenly remembered we had more pressing issues at hand. Marcus pushed his cock back into his pants, looking up at the ceiling before choosing a spot to punch through. He slid his glasses back on and looked up into the cavernous black hole.
“Give me my tie. Be careful.” He warned, holding his hand out to me. I nodded as I grabbed his silky blue tie, carefully distributing my weight across the elevator, trying not to disrupt it any further. I slid the tie into Marcus’s hand as he pulled his belt off, shooting the giant ‘H’ up into the rafters, watching as it wrapped around the tethered cable. His belt wasn’t long enough, which is why he needed his tie. He jimmy rigged the two of them together, as I grabbed onto the railing whilst the elevator shook.
“I can slow down our fall, so we won’t crash. Brace yourself!” He warned, as the elevator creaked, and began sliding downwards again. But, to our surprise, the doors opened, and the lights reappeared. We were suddenly face to face with our boss and two of our colleagues. Tech - No and Miracle Guy. Tech - No’s face must have been fifty shades of red, as was mine and Marcus’s.
“We’ve been stuck in the elevator for hours.” I explained, smiling stupidly at Marcus who was grinning from ear to ear.
“I --- Uh --- we know. We uh --- we saw you guys when the security cameras turned on.” He explained, sheepishly looking away from us. Marcus’s hand was on the small of my back as Miracle Guy smirked foolishly at us.
“Nice.” He said, fist bumping Marcus. I couldn’t help but try and disguise my face behind my long brown and honey colored locks. The two of us straightened up as Granada stepped forward.
“Hmm. I’ve been trying to get Marcus to break his ‘no sex with co - workers’ policy for years. You must be very special.” She said offhandedly. Marcus beamed, his face aglow with insurmountable joy.
“She is.” He said with the utmost certainty. My eyes were as wide as saucers, as I looked at Marcus like a lovestruck puppy. I opened my mouth, but Granada unfortunately and rudely interjected herself, ruining our otherwise tender moment.
“Well, if the two of you are done defiling our company property, both of you should head back to your posts. There’s a situation downtown. Now, get to it.” She barked, before turning on her Christian Louboutin heels, storming down the hall.
“I hate to ---” Marcus began as I smiled at him sweetly.
“Go. The world needs you.”
“Dinner? Say, eight o’clock?” He asked, as I nodded, my cheeks turning slightly red.
“Sounds good. Now, you saved the girl. Time to save the world.”
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ravenclawravings · 4 years
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Are you going to keep reading HP even though the books are littered with racism/sexism/xenophobia/slave rationalization/aids phobia whit a hint of pedophilia?
Short answer:
Yes, I am.
Long answer:
I don't condone anything that JKR has been saying, and I don't agree with her. She is twisting people's words and contorting points of view, but anyway...
You cannot separate the author from the book, to all those people saying "So-And-So wrote Harry Potter." JK Rowling wrote Harry Potter and you can't change that. What you can do is be aware and think critically of the media you consume, but if you decide that you're never going to read/consume any form of media that has been made by someone who has done something or said something problematic, you aren't going to be able to read or watch pretty much anything.
It is important to know that an author’s biases can become part of a book that you love, and those biases can be harmful and hurtful in many ways, but you can still love that book. I am aware of a lot of the problematic things in Harry Potter, but that doesn’t change what the book means to me. It doesn’t change how I started reading Harry Potter when I was only four or five, and at that age, all I could see was the magic. It doesn’t change how Harry Potter was a part of what shaped my childhood into adulthood, how I grew up with Harry. It doesn’t change how when I was so depressed that I couldn’t pay attention to anything, I couldn’t even watch a two minute clip of something, I could still read and enjoy Harry Potter. 
It was a safe place for me, I could go back to the magical parts, but as I got older, more able to have critical thinking and process not just the magic I understood, but the underlying problematic parts of the book, I had to learn to read the books in a slightly different light. The books are still a magical place for me, as I’m sure they are for other people as well, but I know that there’s all of those little things that could make them hurtful. Some of them directly in the book, some of them said by Rowling after the fact. What I think is important here is to know that those things are wrong, to be able to read about Snape’s physical description (for example) and read it as trying to show him as inherently evil because of those traits, while knowing that that’s not true. 
I also personally take anything that Rowling didn’t write directly into the books with a grain of salt. (I also don’t consider Cursed Child cannon.) I feel that however you want to interpret a book is what it means to you, and the author can’t change that. Rowling can’t take away from me what Harry Potter meant to me growing up, and what it still means to me as a major piece of literature in the world (whether you like that it is or not, it still is.) The fact that Dumbledore is gay is something Rowling brought up after the last book was already published, and while it’s not explicitly in the book, I like to headcannon that it’s true, but not because Rowling said so, but because I like it. I like to think that Dean and Seamus have been in a relationship since the Yule Ball, when they realised that there was no one they’d rather be there with than each other. And that Dean’s parents were very accepting, but Seamus’ gave him a bit of a hard time not only because he was gay, but he was gay with a black man, and they were from the generation where that wasn’t acceptable, and even though their point of view is wrong and problematic, they still thought that way, but accepted Seamus for who he is anyway. I also like to believe that Neville became the youngest Hogwarts Professor in a century (much like how Harry was the youngest Hogwarts Quidditch player in a century.) I like to think that Neville walked up to McGonagall at the end of the Battle and asked what was next, they had a conversation that brought around Neville coming back to teach one day, that he thought that he actually enjoyed being someone that people could look up to, someone who was able to help people. Sprout overheard and said that she could retire in peace knowing that someone capable was going to be replacing her (of course, Neville was overwhelmed with pride and grateful towards Sprout for thinking that.) This of course, also lead to Neville being the youngest Head of Gryffindor House in a long time, too. 
I could go on about headcannons for days, and that’s just one part of about the books that I really enjoy. You feel like you’re just scratching the surface of the world that has been created, and no matter what Rowling says, it’s not her world anymore. It belongs to everyone now. I don’t remember who said it (John Green maybe?) but someone said that books belong to their readers, and I one hundred percent agree with that. Books belong to the people who read them. It may have been the author’s for a while there, but then they gifted the world with their creation, and it’s no longer just theirs. 
I don’t want to go into specifics about how some of the writing in Harry Potter can be seen as offensive, because then I’ll be here all day analyzing, because there is a lot of it. You need to be able to think critically, and know that there will always be parts of media that you don’t agree with, parts of it that have become outdated, and offensive, and that that is how the world works, and it is a good thing that you can see that these things are no longer, or have never been, accepted. At the same time, you need to be able to see a story for what it is, and enjoy what you enjoy from it. If all you ever do is look at what is wrong with something, you’ll never be able to enjoy anything ever again. Nothing is perfect, and nothing is ever going to be perfect, and some things are worse or better than others, but you can’t always let the bad things define something. Yes, I know Harry Potter is problematic, I know Rowling is problematic, but Rowling can’t ever take away from me my own thoughts and opinions about Harry Potter, and neither can you. 
-Zoe
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celticcrossanon · 3 years
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BRF Reading - 30th of March, 2021
WARNING: This reading involves mentions of sexual acts and uses blunt language that may be offensive. Do not read if this upsets you.
This is speculation only
Cards Drawn 30th of March, 2021
Question: Was Meghan Markle a prostitute/escort/pay for play/yacht girl? Did she sell her body for sex?
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Interpretation: Yes, she did.
There are two fours and two sevens out of the six cards in the spread. Fours are a card of stability/stagnation, and Sevens are a card of challenges. The reading goes from challenges, to stability/boredom, to the Knight of Swords. Double numbers, especially two in a sequence like that, means that this energy is being highlighted so we pay attention to it.
Card One: The Seven of Pentacles. On this card we see Daedalus, the craftsman, being offered money by the Queen of Minos, Pasiphaë, to build a cow to enclose her so she could have sex with a white bull. Money, Sex. Paying people (the craftsman) to obtain sex (with a bull). This tells me that Meghan did sell her body for sex. The presence of a third party being paid to facilitate the sex (Daedalus) tells me that she may have been advertised to buyers by a third party, for a fee. The fact that it is the Queen who approached Daedalus of her own free will says that Meghan did this willingly, it was her idea. The presence of the bull and the subsequent bestiality tells me that Meghan was engaged in the ‘kinkier’ side of the sex trade, performing acts that most people would view with repulsion. She did these acts of her own free will for the money that they would bring in.
Card Two: The Seven of Wands. This is a card of challenges, of conflict, of fighting other people to maintain your position. This card tells me that Meghan had to fight to maintain her position as a prostitute. There were other prostitutes who were higher paid/more in demand than her, and she had to fight off challenges to her client base. The card also says that Meghan might have been known for rough sex, as well as the ‘kinkier’ acts suggested by the card above.
Card Three: The Four of Wands. This is a card of stability and firm foundations. It is associated with the home and with places and people that are familiar. It is also a card of celebration - an initial success has been built on and stabilised, so you have a form foundation for future work. This tells me that Meghan’s work as a prostitute was steady and gave her a reliable income. She had a steady client base and was a familiar face as a prostitute. She was able to go to parties and outings (to celebrate), either by herself to pick up clients, or with her clients. She had carved a place for herself from the conflicts and challenges of the last card, and could use this to climb to higher paid jobs in the world of prostitution.
Card Four: The Four of Cups. This is also a card of stability, but here the stability is marred by dissatisfaction. The card shows Psyche and her two sisters. The sisters are filling Psyche’s ears with gossip and derogatory speculation. People started to gossip about Meghan and her lifestyle, and the gossip was not wholesome, to say the least. She gained a reputation for unsavoury acts, sexual and/or otherwise. This is the sort of gossip that would be heard by Prince Philip (see the next card). The sisters gossiped to Psyche about her husband because Psyche never saw his face, he always came and left in the dark. This tells me that Meghan’s ‘face’ or past as a prostitute is something that has also been kept in the dark/hidden from the general public. Psyche is discontented by the gossip, she wants more than what she has. In the same way, Meghan was discontented with her status and role as a prostitute - she wanted more money, more clients, richer clients - all the thing s she enjoyed in the Four of Wands, she wanted to increase.
Card Five: The Knight of Swords. This is a card of an air sign person, especially  a Gemini. Prince Philip is a Gemini sun sign. He said to Harry about Meghan: “One steps out with actresses, one does not marry them”.  To ‘step out’ here means to escort someone to a party and have a good time with them, which usually involves having sex. ‘Actress’ here retains the old association of the word with ‘whore’, like calling someone a ‘chorus girl’ or a ‘showgirl’ does. This is an old way of speaking, as you would expect from someone born in 1921. What Philip is saying to Harry here, stripped of the politeness, at the most blunt and basic level, is “One fucks whores, one does not marry them”. Point taken, Sir.
Stepping Out as per the dictionary: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/step%20out
Underlying Energy: The High Priestess. This is the only major arcana card in the spread, so it is the strongest energy in the spread. The High Priestess is a card of intuition, inner wisdom, the underworld, things that are hidden. This tells me that when I comes to Meghan and her past as a prostitute, things are not what they seem. A lot is hidden in the underworld, either literally, such as the world of crime and the Dark Web, and/or figuratively, as in buried in people’s minds and memories. On the card, Persephone blocks the path from the underworld to the light of day. Someone or someones are hiding/blocking this information because they do not want it to be part of public knowledge. There are secret/hidden agendas at work here, which will involve misleading truths and talking about people behind their backs to bring them down. The people involved are hidden in the shadows, as Persephone is hidden in the underworld. The High Priestess can show that things are not what they seem, as shadows hide the true shape of things. Use your inner wisdom and trust your gut. If something seems off, it probably is. If it walks like a duck and acts like a duck, don’t let PR tell you that it is a swan. Those sort of illusions will abound around Meghan and her past.
Speaking of synchronicity, I was idly scrolling through blogs on tumblr and this post appeared:
https://skippyv20.tumblr.com/post/647052060442918912
If it walks like a duck and acts like a duck....
Conclusion: Meghan Markle worked as a prostitute. She entered the business of her own free will and stayed of her own free will. She fought to maintain her position and became a familiar face on the prostitute circuit, making a steady income from her ‘kinky’ sexual activities. She used that position to climb higher, as she wanted more money. There was a lot of gossip about her unsavoury activities, sexual and otherwise. This gossip came to the ears of Prince Philip and resulted in him warning his grandson not to marry Meghan. Her sexual past has been erased from public knowledge and there are unknown people trying very hard to keep it that way, although leaks occur through gossip and the memories of other people.
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Hi could i pleace get a Shaman King matchup.
Im 5'7(169cm-170cm),a Woman,Bi but i usaly prefer mans and i was never in a Relationsship with a Woman,newly 23,from Germany,pear shaped figure with curves(i hate my legs i think they too chubby)i have a extremely small waist ,long curly/wavy(they can't decide😅sometimes it's even almost straight,without me doing something) gold blonde/dirty blonde hair (usaly in a bun) and pale aquamarine eyes(sometimes they more green and sometimes more blue,it depents on how i feel or i don't know😅,sometimes there very intense),i have dimples and wear glasses. I have scars on my left arm. And a small light pink 3D Butterfly tattoo on the inside, below of my right calf.
Infp-t,i have a mild form of autism but it's not really noticeable, ambiverted,Im open minded(my friends say they can always be themself around me) caring and very nice(sometimes to nice that i get hurt) i always try to help someone and be always there for someone,insecure,usaly im calm but i can be hilarious,forgiving,stubborn,dreamy, tolerant,im very muddle-headed(but not stupit i have an IQ from 135)and very clumsy,im humorous,i can be very quick-witted sometimes and everyone is surprised,i hate to hurt people(in any way)but if someone hurt my family/friends im very Protectiv. But I'm not really defending myself. If i know someone really good and feel comfortable with the person i can be kind of a tease or sessy but not in a hurtig way.Sometimes i'm to honest and just say what i think but my friends/family know that i never mean what i say in a mean way and i don't even notice that it could be misunderstood. Im very loyal. I am sometimes very emotional but can also come across as very emotionless sometimes even if I am not (I cry about someone fall over a stone in a movie😅 but i don't cry infront of someone if someone died, i just can't, i try to hold in my tears and don't wan't to make thinks worse). I can good empathize with other people's feelings if I want to. I often complain about my physical health like an old woman but everyone thinks that it's funny and old people feel young in my presence😅,but as soon as I feel really bad I don't want anyone to worry, but you can tell by the fact that I would be very cuddled that i dont feeling well.Im kinda lazy sometimes. I know how i get what i want(it can be in a very Smart and creative way or I annoy a person until I get what I want😅).
If I should argue, which almost never happens, I tend not to admit that I am wrong and to look to the other person to blame, but when I have calmed down again (after 15 minutes at the latest) I apologize. If i'm extremely angry it could be that i'm offensive,and I tend to be very sensitive and quickly feel attacked, and I am very stubborn. My best friend once said I look like an aggressive hamster going to War, but as soon someone hurt my Family im a fiery Tiger. Luckly i don't get angry often. I can't be angry at someone for long, and if there was an Argument after i calmed down i act like we didn't fight 15 minutes ago. I don't often have arguments,it's very rare.
I am an open book and you can ask me anything ,if I am comfortable with a person. For someone at my age i have a big fantasy (i don't mean in a Pervert way,and not in a childish way). If i'm never good enough for a person and no matter what i do is not good enough and someone always complain about me i tend to be short tempered. Im also slithly "scared"of doing something wrong and try to do everything right,and ask often questions to make sure. I tend to over do it with presents. I tend to be a perfectionist with my drawings but with everything else i try only half-heartedly unless i do something for someone i like.
I hate(or im scared of): crowds,heights, the darkness, clowns and grasshopers and to be somethere i never be there alone,im not the biggest fan of sports (except for soccer, swimming, badminton, dancing and a game that you play with a basketball it's called 24 i think..).I don't like coffee and handbags. I don't like to go shopping for to long/i preffer online shopping😅. My sense of direction is as good as that of a potato. I hate if something is unfair or someone ignoring me.
I like: to draw (Anime or i try realistic)to listening to music sometimes i forget myself if i draw and i start to sing or dance. Im not the best at singing but im good at dancing(but just free dances,i can't even dance Macarena...and i can only dance the basic steps of the waltz😅).i can play the piano and can draw,i love roses (i'm a bit obsessed with everything that has to do with roses😅),i like stargazing,i like to eat strawberrys and Chocolate and meat,i like trampolin jumping and to listening to music,to swim,movies/Games,im shy about skinships at first but i like them,to sleep or daydream,to read english,to learn languages,i like dogs i have one a crazy bishon frise girl named Elli,teoreticaly i can cook and bake kinda good but im to Lazy to do it or to do it alone, i like almost any Music besides of havy Metal and other exceptions,i also like classic Music but it makes me sleepy😅
Love Language: first im very shy about skin ships but i like them (but im not the biggest in physical affection,it depents on the day,on one day it's only small skin ships but on another day/Minute I could tackle the person with cuddles and kisses and rave about the person like a crazy woman,but usaly only in privat),i like to messing up the hair of someone i like or playing with them (it's relaxing to me,but i only do that than i know the person longer, i also like if the the person do the same with me, i feel small and i get sleepy when someone play with my hair),i tend to spend too much money on the person i like or are in a relationship with and overdo it with gifts. Im always there for the Person and Support them no matter by what. After i know the person longer i tend to be very honest and im also a big tease in any way.
My goal: is to have many childrens and to get Married (to finally find someone who loves me for who I am and doesn't lie to me and is loyal and of course likes my Son and my Son Him too), i have already a 1  1/2 years old Son named Fynn but his father was an idiot.I also hope that People like my Drawings.
I hope i did nothing wrong or forgot something, and thank you very much in advance😊
Sooooo I'm gonna pair you with Horohoro Usui/Trey Racer (for my OG dub shaman king fans) obviously aged up to his gted or something cos you almost described my physical appearance completely?
Sooooo I'm gonna pair you with Horohoro Usui/Trey Racer (for my OG dub shaman king fans) obviously aged up to his age in the manga, Red Crimson because he is 10/10 in that manga.
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So Horohoro is an obsessive, possessive and delusional yandere to start off with. He's incredibly soft with you though, loves your curves and your mixed personality traits. Even if they throw him off sometimes.
He'll love that you play with his hair. One of the best ways to calm him down when he gets a bit too jealous is to pull him into your lap and stroke his hair and kiss his face.
As someone who I can see as a massive family man, he'll adore your son. Will despise the father because he is a yandere after all, but he'll treat your son like he's his own.
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