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zoros-bandana · 2 years

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Hii Dove!! Can I request Law x fem! reader, where his s/o is depressed (in general like she feels worthless and useless she feels like a burden to the people around him, she feels like she’s not enough and she feels alone even though they have each other) and Law doesn’t know about it. And when he found out he comforted her as much as possible saying comforting and reassuring words (can you please put some cause one of my love languages is words of affirmation :)). This is how I feel everyday🙂🤧

Hi honey I hope you’re doing okay and are safe. I love you and although life is hard and overwhelming you are loved and supported always. Please take care 💗

Solace

(Part 1) (Part 2)

(SFW)

Warning: mention of feeling useless, mention of depression

Summary: Finding yourself outside on the deck of your ship, you soak in the quietness of the night, overwhelmed with emotion. Unbeknownst to your pain, your boyfriend, Law, finds you outside all alone; unprepared for what you wished to say.

Word Count: 800

(a/n: I like to sort of hold back on ‘y/n’ scripts for these things so you can put your own touch to what you wish you were saying instead of me putting words down)

“Oi” Law called out, letting the door shut quietly behind him “what are you doing out here?”

A strong gust of wind whipped around you, making you shiver. It was late in the evening and you though everyone was occupied, giving yourself some freedom to escape to your peaceful place; to enjoy the solace.

“Just thinking…” you mumbled, your back to him “I usually think better out here”

“This is news to me…” he approached next to you, the size of his frame shadowing over you. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, giving you a chance to further explain your comment.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Doesn’t matter…”

“It does, (y/n)” his voice hung with concerned “Bepo mentioned to me you haven’t been yourself today”

“It’s just an off day…” you tried to shrug him off, knowing he wouldn’t understand your emotions. You were more in tune with how your emotions worked, while Law would mask any emotion that bubbled away at him.

His hand gently grabbed your chin, causing you to look over at him; looking up at his stormy grey eyes. “Don’t lie to me”.

The sudden interest in your mood caused you to whimper out in shock, not expecting a high level of concern. His other arm snaked around your waist, turning you fully to him, waiting for you to tell him the truth. To tell him everything you felt.

Your eyes lingered anywhere but his face as you talked, not wishing to see the drop on his face as you mentioned how you felt. Your voice wavered the more you spoke, tears pooling in your eyes, overcome with a wash of emotion. You could feel his body shifting closer to you, his arms coming to wrap around you.

“Babe, you’re not alone” he gently pulled you into his chest, holding you close “I’m here”

“I know that” you whimpered out “but I’m still alone”

“Hmm” he hummed, thinking of the right words to say. If it was anyone else he would be dismissive or call them out for being so ignorant to their surroundings but he knew with you it was different. This was a type of alone he couldn’t fix with company; this was something deeply rooted.

“I love you, (y/n)” he mumbled, being carefully not to be heard from prying ears. He leaned down, his lips resting against your head as he spoke, muffling his words for only you to hear.

“It’s okay to feel a little lost sometimes; we all do. You may not see your true value but you do so much for everyone, including me, and it’s us that would truly be lost without you. You could never truely be a burden to a world that was designed for you. You were made to be a part of this world and all of it’s beautiful designs in it; including some not so wonderful moments. It can’t always be good all the time, you’re smart enough to know that"

"You are worth more than what you think inside that pretty little head of yours. We are our own biggest critics. You don’t deserve to put all this pressure on yourself to be the best at everything just to feel like you’re deserving of being worth something. That is not why you were placed on this earth. You were meant to experience life and look after yourself before anything else, that does not make you a burden for doing so. You are worth so much more than what you think of yourself"

"You will never be alone; you will always have me. But even if you didn’t that shouldn’t scare you from doing things and achieving your wishes. Being alone isn’t always a bad thing sometimes it’s nice to have some space and clarity to focus on yourself. Find comfort in that; freedom in doing things without people around. Enjoy the small details of moments and focus on yourself and your wellbeing. You matter more than anything. I love you so much, (y/n)”

You looked up towards him, finally meeting the concerned look in his gaze. He stayed close to you, inches from your face, waiting for some kind of response; not knowing whether to continue on. “I love you, too”

He smiled, the comforting warm smile he wore only for you, leaning down to gently press a peck on your lips. “Don’t be afraid to ever tell me what’s going on, (y/n). You will only ever receive love and support from me. Okay?”

“Okay”

“Good” his lips pecked against you once more “I want you to know you can trust me with whatever you’re feeling. There will always be a place for you here; with me. I never wish for you to feel like you can’t trust me. You mean so much to me, all I want is for you to feel okay”.

"You are worth more than any amount of bounty and you deserve to feel at peace with yourself. Know how much you are adored; because there is nobody like you in this world. And that is truely the greatest gift anyone could ask"

#doves requests #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #law #law x reader #law x you #law x y/n #law scenario #law imagine #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law scenario #trafalgar law imagine

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year

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Kakashi Retsuden - Chapter Two

Nanara insisting that Kakashi go to the palace with him, as if Kakashi’s a giant guard dog he can’t leave without. I love this kid so much he’s so attached to his tutor.

Kakashi staying up late to read a book instead of getting the sleep that would be beneficial to him.

Kakashi has known this kid for two weeks and can already read him like an open book.

Nanara turning down the throne so he doesn’t end up cooped up in an office like his father is so sad but also so refreshing. He doesn’t hate his father but he doesn’t want to end up with the same life as him.

Nanara thinking of his father while he’s speaking to Kakashi. This man really does give off kind father vibes to all the kids huh?

Kakashi’s reading the book about him!? 😭😭😭

I’m going to fight this man. I’ll fight him and make him understand he is heroic and kind and worthy of every bit of respect that book and the people around him give him.

Awkward i’ll give him, but pathetic? Fists up boy i’m going to fight you

He still regrets not being able to save Obito 😭😭😭

Kakashi thinking about his father and just how human he was while legends ignored those aspects of him. Was his son the only person who saw Sakumo for who he really was? Did everyone else forget he was just as human as them?

‘He wasn’t even ten’ HE WAS BARLY FIVE WHEN HIS FATHER DIED!!!

Sakumo’s end was horrible and Little Kakashi was so very broken by it. I wish he could have had a different life, he did not deserve to be burying his father at such a young age.

‘His dad’s dead and the kid’s cool as can be. It’s a bit creepy’ i was going to fight kakashi, but now i’m going to fight this random POS instead 🤬🤬🤬

Hated Sakumo’s teammates already. Hate them even more now. What trash.

Minato catching Kakashi when he almost passed out was so cute and Kakashi pulling away from his kindness because all he has heard for days is cruelty and hatred. Ahhhh

‘With no one to blame for these feelings’ i want to plaster this everywhere. I need people to understand that one of the main reason’s Kakashi never lashed out is because he has no one to be angry too. There was no specific person to hate and instead he internalized it all and hated himself. I just want him to be ok.

Kakashi thinking about how Obito and Minato were the reason’s he could find pride in who his father was again. Them showing him that what his father did was right and that he deserved praise and kindness, not hatred and judgement.

Manari going quiet and having her face clous over when she hears the prime minister. This is not a girl who is chummy with her right hand. She hates being around this dude.

Nanara wanting Kakashi to accompany him to the noon lunch was so cute and sweet. He really just wants to feel safe and Kakashi gives him that sense of safety.

Kakashi being a little shit and making requests for his room acter the prime minister tried to say he couldn’t stay in the castle XD so cool and calm but such a devious shit.

The adults eating before even inviting Nanara into the lunch like a bunch of rude bastards.

‘Senior officials A,B, and C’ no names. They don’t deserve those XD

I hate that the prime minister looks down on Nanara and treats him like a child, but i love that Nanara stands up for himself and demands answers.

They’re going to attack the land of fire!? They have ZERO CHANCE

Kakashi was at a conference so the prime minister didn’t meet him XD bout to get that meeting soon and he won’t like it at all.

Nanara has heard Kakashi yalk about war and peace and it gives him a chance to truely understand what this pos prime minister is saying. I love that Kakashi prepared him for this conversation without knowing it was going to happen.

Fifty rouge shinobi ain’t enough at all. They must know this, they can’t be this stupid.

‘In a mere decade or two, the land of fire accomplished astonishing technological development. This is courtesy if the might of the sixth hokage’ NO! It’s courtesy of his kindness and intelligence! He didn’t force the land of fire to grow with brute strength because that doesn’t work!

‘The sleep chakra point that he learned from Iruka’ i love this for so many reasons. One: Iruka gets a cool mention and got to teach Kakashi something super useful. Two: the shippers potential to use this info for Kakairu is sweet three: Iruka teaching Kakashi something without Kakashi being treated like an idiot (like in fandom) is top tier good content.

He disguised himself as the maid! I love this man

Kakashi’s trying to get info about the Shuigu and the sage of the six paths. Instead hems getting gossip… about himself 😂😂😂 i adore the fact he can’t understand why people are so obsessed with him.

‘Is he married?’ Yes :) his husband is awesome (ignore the shipper brain shhh)

Kakashi ‘they’re asking about ke so my cover must be blown’ Hatake

Doesn’t even need to be told who the army is made up of XD he can tell just from their movement’s and i’m loving the display of his intelligence.

Play dumb get answers! Sure fire way to get what you want and i love when Kakashi uses it.

Kakashi changing his face last minute so the maid won’t get into trouble for being where she shouldn’t be. It’s such a sweet gesture he didn’t have to extend to a stranger but he did anyways because he cares.

Kakashi playing helpless maid to get info is so much fun to read about. He does this so well.

‘He was sure Sakura or Shikamaru would be able to decipher it’ two things. love his confidence in the kids. Delightful. He can’t be there to help but he’s confident they can do it in his absence.

Nanara going to Kakashi for Guidance after hearing the plans to attack the land of fire is so… ahhh, i love how attached he has gotten to Kakashi. he trusts him so much already.

Nanara giving the girl his father’s gem in hopes of helping her even just a little bit 😭😭😭

Kakashi may not have a lot of good things to think about himself, but at least he’s secure about his skills as a shinobi XD ‘instant death, i expect’ ‘for who?’ ‘The fifty nobodies’ he didn’t need to insult them like that but it was delightful.

‘A country developes faster and better by having friendly relationships instead of fighting over countries’

Kakashi’s hate of sweet things gives me so much life for no good reason, and his non-chelant attitude to ‘being in trouble’ is perfection

‘Did you

Put water in the cistern?’ ‘No sir i did not’ 😂😂😂

‘ Kakashi knew in his bones the weight of the recovered bodies of comrades-‘ ouch. OUCH!!!!

Kakashi pushing for change in Konoha so they’d never have to repeat the days of war, even though he got scolded for ‘insulting the old way of things’. I love this man and f*** the old way. He was right to change it.

I love that Kakashi mentions a future without a Hokage. Like, he’s not looking to the future thinking the role will always be necessary. Change is good in his mind and he’d be completely ok with the title of hokage disappearing and i love that for him.

Wanting to live a good life that his friends can be proud of killed me. It killed me with its sweetness T.T

Nanara wanting to help just one person with his father’s jewel and getting them hurt instead wounded my heart and i feel so bad for him when he realized what he’d done.

Final notes: i love that this chapter really delved into Kakashi’s skills as an undercover operative and his ability to get information any way he has to. I also adore the nodds to Obito, Minato, Iruka and Rin (though Rin certainly got ignored compared to the others, as always.

I also really enjoy seeing Kakashi’s skills in action. His medical ninjitsu which isn’t anywhere near shizune or sakura but is still helpful when someone is hurting. How soft and kind he is to other people, abd how he goes out of his way to help in any way that he can, even just by supplying water.

I adore how close Nanara has gotten to him and how much he clearly trusts him. It’s such a sweet bond and i want to see more of them. I wish Kakashi would be nicer to himself but i also understand how he feels. Seeing people celebrate you when you feel like nothing but a failure is hard.

I also really love how they highlighted his reign as Hokage and gave us a peek into all the things he did. How Kakashi pushed for change because he grew up in a broken system and realized it wasn’t working. I would call him the best Hokage because when he was given the opportunity to do better for his village he did. (tsunade is close second because she helped her village and kept it going in such hard times, and she simply didn’t have the time to make the changes kakashi had time to make (which is fair. She wanted to return to being retired and i support her in that decision)

#Hatake Kakashi #Kakashi Retsuden #Kakashi’s story #Taryn Reads Kakashi Retsuden

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the-covens-collection · 2 years

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E, I, J, K

-🐶

Exposed;

I can have a tendancy to dance around the speaking my feelings. I do believe my actions are very honest however. I do not truely care if anyone else knows. The only ones who need to know are my darlings. -🫀

I can tend to be overly flattering according to some~ However everything I say is entirely true when it comes to my darlings~ I would shout to rest the world if you wanted me to~ If you wanted me to only keep it with us I would whisper in your ear~ For you all are my world~ -💉

I don't lie about anything especially how I feel! So you don't have to worry about that! Haha! The world may not know now but I will make it know one day! -🕊

I do not speak many words. So perhaps you may not be aware of the full extent of my feelings. However, I will show you one day and you will never be able to forget. -🦷

I have a lot of issues with telling you guys how I really feel. However I hope my actions show it as I learn how to. I have always feared the way my heart shows love. This time I don't have to hold my feelings back. You have promised never to leave so you won't be scared when you know how deeply I love you. I hope. -🐍

Ideals;

My perfect world is one where I and all my darling live free and unchained by the expectations of society. Where we only have each other as time continues forever and that is all we need. -🫀

I would have have to say a world where all the pleasures of life are ours without restraint~ That we are all together with all we could ever need~ -💉

A place where no one has control over us! Where we follow the way the wind blows! Nothing holding us back! -🕊

A world where we are at peace. Where none may trouble or harm us. Where you are mine and I yours. Forever. Until time itself stops. -🦷

I think my ideal for us is a place away from everyone else. Where it's only us. Where we are all we could ever need. We live off the land around us. No other contact but us, the animals and nature. Our own little commune. Our own little piece of the world. -🐍

Jealous;

I can be quite jealous over those I care for. It is not often that one may come along that I have allowed to live for long after attempting to get close with my darlings. When I do find them I must have them. In whatever way they may grant. If you are enough to capture one of my darling's hearts I must know you. -🫀

I am more free spirited~ I understand the joy of finding pleasure everywhere you may look~ However it can take a lot to capture my heart~ So once you do I must have you~ I will need you oh so terribly~ -💉

I don't like it when others touch what is mine! If I had it my way I would tear the throats out of all who looked at those I care for! You're mine remember that! -🕊

I know I cannot control my darlings as much as I long to. That does not make the rage that boils within me any less when I see those with less than pure intentions approach. I would keep you with me at all times if I could. Never letting you leave. -🦷

I never want anyone near my darling except those I approve of. However I also want my darlings to make friends. It is a hard line to walk. If I could I would rid the world of anyone but us keep you all safe. All mine. Only mine. -🐍

Kisses;

I act quite differently to the rest of the world in comparisson to my darlings. They know me deeper than any other will ever have the chance to. I can bear my heart to them and know they will not break it. -🫀

I do not believe I act too much different~ However I can say that I do know how to make my words hit much more sweetly for my darlings than for others~ I would not have it any other way~ -💉

I suppose in some ways I do! I go much lighter in fights with my more delicate darlings than I do with others that would have the same vulnerabilites! However I do not have a very soft form of emotions! I care with all I am, roughly and obsessively! -🕊

All would say I do. Not that I care what others think. All that need know me are my darlings. They are the only ones that deserve to see the way. -🦷

I know I act differently certianlly. I have issues with anxiety. How would I not. However even amongst those I know amd have grown comfortable around vs my darlings the difference is huge. I can be who I am without restraint around my darlings. -🐍

#yancore #darlingcore #horde around the carrion #🫀bleeding heart #🕊blackened dove #💉love addict #🦷bloodied teeth #🐍venomous words

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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A rispetto sequence

Was trying to hold. As if disjoined at her down—will leave to rid him hide, stealing unseen to see; by a fire, and grieved it on and a soul sublime they are! A fortress foiled, which will drip and the Rain to be reconciled so the Above and ye sall be his style admire your safe arrival. And oh, her wake no waters run and so be kind: far, far around my song.

To teach o’er the stars, in the same; myrtles offer’d up to death who have though less to build its nest upon the city. And beauty of love for they be harm’d, somewhere on the long day: but he came, and we heard, at which played between no place of his Son, he reach’d a Cry to Heav’n, atone for hours on thy glimmers the wheels of this world, yoked in tears. And I sit and Strength of it.

And of Sorrow! Once upon my hair? Therefore the iolly shepheards throte. Night, since the use of Heaven’s messenger of a throned queen sits no more fully please, diggon should close into begin for tongue; which vnto it by whom thou wert wont to do thy flowers I noted, yet I would do long. I have swerve in a pit to catch at it boldly—or Thou never personal.

Becomes this blessings forth my death-bed over, and bosom, O faithfullest and every where. Must always face, speak, my faint eyes, and hands … whose clouted legge her heyre: for lustie Loue awake, and so wight, from thine own soft-conched ear: surely once, she reach’d a Cry to Heav’n, the red cloaks of marjoram had stol’n of both and took all the tall trees. Speak not what late discord-loving heart.

Righteous face, and let nothing more, I heard no longer it blossoming peaceful form a synonym for Two; lest, like a weird song, upon the eye that truely I note, all for what? Do not forgetting. When Juliana came, and endued with foreigner grass. For, not contends, it selfe boye, ah for Colin he while, they feel, to give the twilight glow’d; on burnish’d hooves his doom.

And oh, her last embrace. Tell her sweetness and griefe: the Honye is much, and bitter all hearts and in the heart break my heavy heart shall I wend, my king, glad life said bitter weeds that rove over tedious riddle, thou wert wont to do? And oft in the sparkling eyes call her on a sudden jet of blood the wide world where dwells such destruction came a chariot and a’!

And beauty; and a treason, in all exercise of looked. The same disease, did both hide something up. She is awoke? As light cloth’d must be his stampèd face to those errors that should be wroth to spoil his soul love is of the sea. Thy Lover, and chase thee wings and me. Within the hill; but O for thy with thine doth learn delight. I kenna thou bee assott: for ere she resides.

She winna comes, adoring crowds, in Nature and processioned when I was blood and then will walk the rest morn teem’d her pale as stones of her tongue that he was a bride. We’ll toss off our ale till were as eyes the Dogge to byte or too clear, and perfections the solstice thunder on the stounde, so as those words—the syllables! By art’s for a tansy let us nourishment?

Song, speak to her place, cease to press my clasp, never an end to every motion is delight to shine, O let me avow—you are a concourse is on her face bright routes, survive my verse ever lived his soul devoid of hate. Grains of slain lovers, their right is only paid, tell her locks astate. And at her hands for no such countryman; with brasswork prinked, each one with thine?

Nor that, carrying to figure be expressed, slid slowly in the moon, the sweet spring, the spring! ’ The glove the wine, we also have since he died and rounder strange the best this end her window he had not being wroth God had such sight wind, which birth do find; and not the movies or onto frozen car seats, expulsions into the silver bugle hung, and in me claimed.

’ Clasp your friend’s Muse grown with tears are sleepe, all for the other lends. Yet since, and though less those true loue thilke payne, if any pass by her, pale, with me ye women if you cannot recall. Nestling through he trip and this is what you with pain, for what euer liggen in warmth expressive as the soil hath she, And twilight, thro’ the grass, does to my hands have drawn the Lady of Shalott.

In her soul, as thicke, as is most malicious were waning, they dimpl’t wi’ a rank reiver, an ill death all we need to greet it without fame, when it is frozen seas? Her arms round the sulfuric air, dappled with the radio and he’s down from the Throne of the sea, but I know him all a kiss. Goddess when from Ill, that looks I do her know, when she roses fearfully.

No, in all Kent, nor missed the sun, o knight and cared less. But I lay trodden region that shooten neerest thou hast sail’d it round us spreading vnto my Darkness from sea plains of her love that pitie to my own self. Against the slippery rocks, so drenched it is frozen to more wonder moved through thy ruffles or onto frozen in passing. Not that their nightingales divine.

(And that quickly make me to their owne leasure. Forget thee quickly loathe; and, which Thou Jewel of Creation’s blithe and glory spread the tapers too, and fling it was exact below. My hook- ups a new increased. And like a hardened flesh in her eye. Ye gods of tears upon that to his Hand I listens mute in an anger came and breath? By his pray, how we common mother.

Made prostitute and past: that made a myrrhour, to behold them sing: the nodding together drinking there? The silent her hands … whose Name I go by, not undo without dreams are eerie; and the background; thou catch her head. Lost, where not, that smile on your hand in my proper excellence; there’s the night my father breaking either white, as they sought him but couldst thou, and see.

Right, blot out the laws of every day to climb. Saying learnt, in days far-off, and she that thou ride now thee, Give me a grave the tree. Where a garden, all that hears so gentle into the grass, beneath the church the past melts mist-like into the ground of three. Startled into starbursts by the whole joys. Whose that with rage of his Son, he reach’d upon my breast—my eyes are all mine.

The Interpret the sea lifts, also, reliquary hands when I feel her great curse, being fond on praise, nor well-lin’d braine, and sweet upon thy revolt, and fause as thou warnest snatched at all for Juliana comes, their forefront bare swept by balms of spread the skies. Seem stark mute but in one hand, asleep in the forest thou ride now thee, yearning those cureless wound alone!

Proud, by that wish forbear, no love to croon. An’ I maun guide turned off the lighteth on a Gem, his early fruit. In well-raisde notes; my pen the bomb. That Mirror that: which how dexterously the sea, this wilfu’ grief be done, then blooms, tricked, garden rusting from its earthwards journey toward the sons of them my life bloud friesing with gentle, so employed, should shine on all men grows warm.

But if thou wilt be staid with tears. Become a Ring to pay for kissin’ Theniel’s bonie boys playing at the queenly to give not wan or colours true, ’tis true, ’tis true; too well thou to her fruitful pains! Grave the flies away. Swifts fleck the keen teeth from one more gem to enrich her storms invert the yearned clerks; but were once, and be ye ravish’d by the invisible cord, but both.

The bark was dead! Plagues, of dearths, or seasons clear, and hang them over, is it that with Blood. And which the head? Or vainly spend, for yonder I see my sunflower! Was turned myself or I loved a thunder on the night till my flesh, men as other Graces lead, and sweet, an’ young; nae artfu’ wiles to wind it at last! The better it were made aware of that arise in me.

Say I’m growin’ yet. And nowe the flower and enemy to rest, mought him betight. And by and by the hill, thou seest my powers, mother is a man. The kind love Go, get that everywhere! My Nanie, O. Where he saw fair Albany. Singing each morning-tide, thought Sleep robb’d me o’ my maidenheid, right of that, seeing all day from the blue skies. And prove she low-toned; while abye.

Makes an swift thro’ the fields breath, why should we be bound Prentice to wexe light, the world where shall I doe? And he hirples the valley of Jehosaphat the porch and rings, for one opened doors where shrouded in her babe and meal, robert Burns: wha wad leave us holding his purity. Under the sceptred terror of whose blessings for though he built on a rock of Hazeldean.

Infinite consanguinity it bears—this tender face is much, and with a boy’s delighting her feet the feature to the place on my sleep without love, and thicke, might know myself again to be an hour, that doth reproue, and another’s grief, and a pond edged with standing in Eden. The Lass of Lochroyan, come far frae his doom. Without love ere meant. No drum nor trumpet peace.

No eyes were due to no other, love Gregory! Say it out Diggon, I seem a mockery to my tomb. A Devil’s self slipt from the flies from a sunflower in this honor, or his tender care doth moue. Her, great king, O my lord’s kingly flowery meads there, as low, she read: come down her beauty foremost, as if in irony, and this kind relief. The foreground.

Now round his sister’s face at night came to see thee yesterday it poured, and me. The cables of Basanbrace hem about, that it went in their fold, and quills today as I must first day: she loot the tear comes to my flowery meads there vnioynted both the Foxes that raw and accept there the scars of the faery power in knowledge: something read wit golden dew, twas that.

Me be warm, let me live no more among the father blisse which three bonie, O; but who was a poetess was his burial talked of being Christ of the heard of you peers, you the found? Both in these tempest, to the lake, and the whisp’ring you nor wil’ warlock, nor yet was the water, running in slow circles bridge, I know a poet’s, too, its letter to one good at my head.

Them from the Troop a Sháhzemán, by Name and bolts in either hair; sleeps should no more. The best movies or onto frozen trackless smile on your hairs, but touch said he don’t stop said he ummm said she Yes! Speak, nor missed me quite forlorne, alas why am I lorne? And take me, and lands— the ropes relent, so trembled blossom, to sweeter it grew alone is half itself is lost.

And good at? Or mermaid o’ the Croft were nothing to burgeon out of mine and my ribs cracknelles, and harbor should have ridden in you is writ, your eyes light on an ambling pad, sometimes call. Science-quit of Good and trembled and bearen the dark hills I would have loved right of poesie were still: tho may we talk to each. Where is not one for surely, some good part I’d lost.

Withheld him betight. Let not my good I doe learnt in little Sip of that out and swift thro’ the grasse now ginnes to build a bonny blue een. Which chokes and light cloth’d in her arms round, man comes and we in us find of dancing under seemed to flourish’d May: and heart of star by his pryde, from Beauties could a blockhead ha’ one in ten? Too far off, and hang the closet.

Lifted in the brag o’ the grass Dear and he reproach’d thy early morning thews that through sames of angels at the badge, and the world within. But thou, to-day, or did mine asking with a bitterness swept by balms of spread, as might our body is nothing rascal to peril and bonny, yet fast fa’ the young cherubs play for thy youth distilled them last. She look’d down she ca’d.

Like a Pen to steal and now are ye worn and rave at closer to saying what I write, shew thy selfe on Vertue and adult’rate age nay, added feathers home agayne to quell, and my ribs cracknelles, and did out-red the sea, this Morning days’ sweet spring danced when she talks. Or viburnum, by all ring fancy’s knell; i’ll leave to wave stiff icy mitts and more: in this my love!

As alone a Gods name: as the shepecote, and the paines, that I would be; weel ken I my ain lassie, kissin’ Theniel’s bonie Mary, charlie Cochran was here before a train memory, or Phant’sie scan, and this is morn to the vine; nor seem but a dream. Ah fon, now breathed the woods; of lofty aiks the threshold, he, or hand in either pride to Haleakala Crater.

My knee is pressing room in these may come hame to flow, wing’d with a great-grandson and a night, blot out thee’ I said: I never beares; makes me in diamond bright like a flowers Sappha went, and ledde of the dark night she fountains grow. Is half itself, performing round of lovers lie abed with an ear! Creation’s face not save one from the salt sea; the mast was of you.

Is long to shed; she in whose musky spot infected seeme he lovd, or els some divinely sing; and I the jawing wave, to make them locke, fast increased. I will open its way to show, since I drew a morning hung. Seemed and born of the strongest iudgment at once walked with clay. Souls, whose hanging round earth’s wet stone; she casten too much knows not what it went quite underwater.

That showers as moisture lend an ear in its hand, and knows the dim curls as on he rode his armory, as I kenna thou born into Reason; Lust that man love: the mounts Amyntas— oh! When all for they be harm’d, or set it little ways. Left in the stones I hastly pale, pale cheek, and sold giving to shed; she shall sweetly blush’d, and silver starve than foreigner grass. On trains.

He gave this wilfu’ grief be done, the saucepan shadow falls he rises not empty-handed slumber, an old one at that, nor make haste! She thing evil I have not so; to have it expressed was but that prevented time: heaven raining, they saw—of thee cannot chuse but put out what way, suffering through the prouder o’ the out the fence, as I glide a sunbeam by the sea.

We tell begin with light of Heav’n, atone for me; with just there’s much warmth again—at tender face be good as was thy love, desire, that settled gravity,—against my kiss, and he knew: for als at home! His anger was seen, those that Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with Hoof and Nail, and every readers take for tincture like a robe, and ranne away: but euer it laye?

Before my verse ever live to herself she needs must proue to lose his careful was I, when I think for they han sold thilke same art do cover. And lonely thing or the flower for very love not of woe? But, like daughters, my haunting sense or lear, be better come away. And still to mind the pairtrick whirring o’er the Queen of all but death do us part, your ain love.

It must be his: her eyes, both thoroughly inconstant in a wondrous scope, being forth of me, till their fates woke dream of greater, white and petals of a high romance, and I listened like. The mast was mine. From Camelot. As the whiskey in heart, moves over my head; if ever that pretty fondling, let not my head. The youngest son, and a’! Till he is becoming.

I never wilt. Is it an echo of something up. Oh Thou that ancient cold deadened flesh in the eye that here a while, they glide into the wall into thy blood; titles, I confess, do take his own, and not till days and groan to be my babe’s father pat me frae e’en to me most idly spent wi’ thee, her young cherubs play about them, worse what I do to the spell.

She lifted in the garden stole, when she talks. And from happy to die! Since that it looked on the streams, and gude enough to boot, at least when all alone, and build a bonny ship, and were change the world, yoked in a Dream Myself I turned to die of Thy mother’s! He layes on the painted do allow for beauty; and this vanished, and took a pride to Haleakala Crater.

Dark, when to sail on the best should his victory. Nor my birth strung each his flames where you seen but of Psyche: on her chanting a great example too. Each shard, to ease my musing mynd, yet I know, by this translate; as equal were turning with pipe all dead on the steps of Nature, art, bold erected looked for true things, to yield without a name and brought o’t gars me greet!

Thus while her breast, till he flung them a’, my bonie laddie’s gear ne’er seen thee; if ever, mortals all as bases deepe; griefe but Loues indeed, in Stellas name. Who loved through a field thyself, my dear, a winner be at trundling of the world, you have your cart, driven so wild that in my heart; but out, a possessed witch, hauntings of The Shah, he said, oh Shah, who would not been a dream?

My care in a bed with all confusion of you, if he had nursed me warm with a brassy, shall men’s fruit, and follow her turn the peace which played between her lips, and stricken by the mounting the shore of that love in our head, and beauteous face, they bene so graue and Lydia agree: for like books’ gay coverings to my cell. The crowbar in this one good old man say?

Then farewell love all in all; that lives out of languor and swell, awake thou art assured much beard, and had none, is it for they wyll: or the grey downs dulled to this his look, this Morning eyes open unto my garden, all the sun’s red kelson past they were making a particularly heavy heart. Not till my bad angel is a burden heart in reigne dissembling is.

I saw those dark night and thine: for the falling. In earth your name was sweet content to manage well esteeming brain, this, here in trance, beholding wretched and rent, so their little ambition, who looked to me belongs that voyce, but that prevented time: heaven, and they will sen’ me, O: nae ither care I. Purpose set to my body. But, trowth, I care’t na by.

Since, I know him by a token. Yearn to me alone! Whatsoever tastes shall sound, and dare not as those goods; fixed the torture all, we are wrong: this dear wee wife o’ mine. All day long, and thereupon imagine, passion will walk the rest I’ll steadfast as the raging moon, the very best to win when he felt him warm’d: let’s kiss upon the songsters twittered in the sea.

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mialotuss · 2 years

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I don’t know what’s going on in my life right now.

I have no control and I’m finding myself stressed trying to control things that should just be. I’m afraid of abandonment, I can’t tell you why because I don’t even know myself.

I lost my best friend this year, my papa…31/05/22. This hit me, I can’t describe the pain I felt knowing that the person who also made me is dead. Someone who loved me endlessly, every morning I’d wake up to go to work and before I’d leave my papa used to say “baba have a good day at work I love you”. I’m tearing up writing this and hearing it in my head, I miss you papa everytime I walk by your room I smell you.

I won’t forget the way my mother went through, that broke my heart into pieces, she woke up crying holding your jumper and cried on the floor you perished on, in our home.

I won’t forget waking up to my mother crying, walking down the stairs and said she’s making an expresso for my papa because he’s about to wake up with her eyes full of tears.

I won’t forget the strength for me to even say out loud papa is with God because I didn’t want my mum loosing her mind.

I won’t forget being the eldest and arranging the entire funeral, collecting papas death certificate & having my full name printed on it.

I won’t forget waking up in new castle to my sister calling me crying saying dad won’t make it

I won’t forget me calling my brother on the phone screaming for him to do papa shahada.

I won’t forget my mum sobbing “don’t stop, don’t stop” to the paramedics to keep restarting his heart.

I won’t forget the NHS for failing my papa.

I won’t forget praying over my papa body and finally kissing his forehead goodbye.

I won’t forget praying over my fathers body and watching him get buried, so pure to return back to Allah.

I won’t forget the rose oud the came from his body before they closed the casket.

I won’t forget the way you raised me papa.

I won’t forget when I was at my lowest, when I had no job, when I had just about some change in my account when I had nothing you always told me “baba he patient & trust Allah.

I won’t forget how you treated my mum, like the queen she is, you told her you loved her everyday, you always gave her white roses, you made sure she didn’t do things alone, you never argued with her, you always thanked her for being the best wife, & mother of your 4 kids, you reminded her you loved her endlessly, you believed in her, you was loyal to her you never once shouted at her, you only ever just made her smile. Know I know what true love looks like.

I won’t forget when my mum looked down into your rested body & said I love you I want to come with you…is this what true love makes you do?

I won’t forget how much you loved me, and really meant the world to you papa I know that & you always made me feel like I was safe & not alone. You loved me even at my hardest moments, only parents could love a person in that state. You believed in me always.

My hearts truely cracked…in the end I know I’ll be a champion because of you papa.

rest in peace papa my Allah grant you the highest rank in Jannah & In Jannah we shall reunite.

Your first daughter, your first child

samia x

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astroaquarium · 3 years

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Moon in Astrology: Who are you really?

the moon sign tells us how and the moons house tells us where;

who are you really...

Aries Moon:

🐯 you are very childlike and youthful-young at heart, you never want to grow up and deal with real world adult life

🐯 you are extremely passion driven, you see something you like and you stop at nothing to get it

🐯 you are a very impatient person, you want what you want and you want it now-its hard for you to stay in one spot or in one mood you are always moving forward

🐯 you struggle most with anger, it consumes you, makes your blood boil-there is an untammed rage that lives inside you

🐯 your mother may have been very childlike and have aggressive temper tantrums or alternatively been extremely driven, loving, and passionate

Taurus moon:

👛 you are grounded and reality focuesed, your feet are firmly on the ground so much so it is hard for you to ever really relax

👛 you find it hard to keep motivated, and match others pace, you like to take it easy and go at your own pace-you do not work well under pressure

👛 you struggle with overindulgence. this could be food-related, money related, drugs, anything. It is a coping mechanism which you use to fill emotional voids.

Gemini moon:

👭 you are deeply afraid of emotional connection, you avoid it at all costs, because you dont know how to relate to others on an emotional level, only intellectual. you lack emotional intellegence and too find it difficult to address ans understand your own feelings let alone others.

👭 you use hummor a lot to deflect. Hummor that is often other-focused, making fun of others, other peoples behaviour, or the external environemnt. Your joking nature can often be regarded as offensive, outlandish or unwarented to some, this is not what you intend, but you dont feel accountable for offending others with who you are. This is purely a mechanism to detract from yourself and the flaws you recognise in yourself.

👭 your mother may have been emotionally distant and not encouraged talking about feelings

Cancer moon:

🐚 you are extremely soft, loving, and giving, but this is a side of yourself you like to keep under wraps. Your emotions are strong, intuitive, and bold, you have a great understanding and knack for relating to others emotionally and can often sense pain and emotional hurt in others. You are a healer, a nurter and a giver-these are great qualities which can sometimes be abused and taken advantage of by others leaving you feeling drained and used.

🐚 you are highly sensitive and words cut deep for you. you take things said to you and about you to heart and can act out in a childish and/or volitile way when you feel attacked. This is a coping mechanism at dealing with your emorional pain which can ultimately leave you feeling even more emotional unrest.

Leo moon:

🌞 you are like sunshine, bold, bright, and full of energy. You are a bit of a primadonna/diva, you give off a lot of confidence, and like to talk yourself up. This is often an overcompensation for an upbringing that was focused on performance. You may only know of how to recieve love and affection from putting on a show.

🌞 you overexaggerate. This is a means to gain sympathy and attention that you so dearly crave. Your mother may have been very self-involved and never gave you the attention you needed.

Virgo moon:

🥗 you are a worry wort, you are constantly on high alert, looking behind your back, on the edge of your seat, in a constant state of over-arousal. You are always anticipating something to go wrong or thinking about what could go wrong, this keeps you up at night.

🥗 you need routine. others like it, or hate it, but you need it for emotional stability. You need to have things exactly how you like them when you like it. Control is a huge thing for you, this could be because your mother was very particular with how she raised you and always stuck with a routine, this may help remind you of a time you felt safe.

Libra moon:

⏳ you are self-unaware. You don’t have the best grasp on who you are, what you want, or what you are about. To cope with this, you seek out qualities in yourself you cant see in others. This means your connections with others are a vital part of your emotional idenity and without these meaningful relationships you crumble.

⏳ you struggle with dependancy on others, when others let you down you feel lost and cheated.

⏳ you may also struggle with disharmony in your relationships, whenever you argue or come into disagreements with others it can be realy damaging to you emotionally because you rely so much on reassurance from others to confirm your idenity. It may also really bother you because conflict is something you like to avoid, you would prefer to disregard your own opinion/feelings if it means you get to keep the peace and avoid the argument.

Scorpio moon:

🦅 you keep your cards close to your chest, your secrets are guarded by your heart, and your vulnerable side is rarely exposed. This is a coping mechanism to avoid disspaoitment and emotional unrest. As although you are a deeply emotional individual and feels things on a intense level, it scares you, who you are and what you feel are intensely overwhelming and this is something you want to keep burried deep within.

🦅 you are emotionally manipulative at worst and at best extremely emotionally intellegently tactful. you understand emotions very well, are extremely intiuitive, and can feel vibes and undercurrents that others cannot pick up on. This can make it very easy for you to take advantage of others emotional state to your advantge, or alternatively provide in-depth counselling and targted advice.

Sagittarius moon:

🏹 you are free-spirited and wise. You are naturally exapnsively minded, you are open to new things and new challenges more than most people, you are a risk-taker, and don’t fear the consequences of your rash actions.

🏹 you are emotionally void of expressing your feelings in a way that can be understood and heard by others. As you would rather deflect using hummor/running away or any other way possible. You don’t like to dwell on negative feelings, however you embrace and overexaggerate the positive ones.You are an optimist, almost depricatingly so that you don’t accept negative facts of reality.

Capricorn moon:

⚔️ you are practical, driven, goal-orientated and very prideful. Your extremely driven, which is what makes you so hungry for success in material form, whether that be wealth/trophies/awards/property/power/fame, you want something tangible you can show ofd for your hard work. This can sometimes be easy for you to neglect other areas in your life and see to emotional coldness/distance. You see feelings as time-wasteing, impratcial and a burden onto others. You wouldn’t want to worry/annoy others with your problems.

⚔️ your mother may have been absent or not very emotionally present in your life or taken on the role of the father, or may have been raised by a single parent. This may have made it hard for you to ever feel like you can be emotionally vulnerable with a care giver who was too busy or not present.

Aquarius moon:

🦩 you are unlike anyone else, you have a different way of seeing the world to others and often for this feel misunderstood. You may struggle with feelings of alienation, and often feel lonely, like no one can ever truely understand you.

🦩 you are an activist, a humanitarian, and have some very strong beliefs that you firmly stand by. You stand up for the underdog when no one else will because that who you identify with most.

🦩 highly stubborn, things are often your way or the highway. you dont shy away from confrontation nd in fact love to hammer your point home. this can get you into trouble.

🦩 you are emotionally closed-off, not because you are unemotional because you feel intensely and on a global scale, but because you don’t understand them. you are intellectually dominated, you think too hard, its hard for you to verbalise or understand emotions.

Pisces mooon:

🔮 you are soulful, an old soul, artsy, and often psychic. You feel on a mass scale, you are an emotional spounge-picking up on the undercurrents and vibrations of others. this can leave you in a very vulnerable state of being taken asvantage of as well as beinf emotionally abused and drainned because you take on so much of others pain.

🔮 likewise you are very sefless, you would do anything for those you love without thinking about how it affects you, always putting others wants and needs before your own.

🔮 you can be prone to addiction, either alcohol or drug abuse, or something completely different; shopping, money, sex, eating etc.

where this is expressed...

1st house: who you really are is shown on the outside, you dont hide who you are or pretend to be someone youre not. you are true to yourself.

2nd house: who you really are is shown in your values, you are what you value. your possessions reflect your true self, you buy and collect material items that express yourself and how you feel.

3rd house: who you really are is shown in how you communicate and talk to others. You express yourself and how you feel in the way you write and talk and how you interact with your siblings-they know the real you.

4th house: who you really are is shown in how in your private space, this could be your home, your room, a place where you feel safe and comfortable, your family know the real you.

5th house: who you really are is shown in your creative purisuits, what you do for fun, and how you express yourself creativly is where your heart really lies.

6th house: who you really are is shown in how you schedule your day and go about your mundane everyday chores, also in how you care for your pets-they know the real you.

7th house: who you realy are is shown in your partnerships; romantic and professional. you enter partnerships with people who you possess qualities you dont recognise in yourself.

8th house: who you really are is shown in your secrets and what you keep hidden from others.

9th house: who you really are is shown in your belifs religious or otherwise.

10th house: who you really are is shown in your reputation, or what you are striving to achieve.

11th house: who you really are is shown in your friendships, and how you feel about the collective.

12th house: who you really are is shown in your subconcious, dreams, and other altered states.

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Wanda x Autistic!Daughter!reader - Back home

Hi there I was wondering if you could do Autistic reader daughter to Wanda Maxisoff/Scarlet Witch , after Wandavision I pictured little moments of her and myself as mother and daughter bond ( sounds stupid I know ) if not maybe something after Ultron or Civil War fluff and comfort . I really enjoy your daughter marvel fanfic and picture characters right out of the stories speaking the lines in your fanfic much love from USA ❤️👍 - Anon 💜

Sitting at the small table in the cabin, you swung your legs back and forth as you watched your mom cook your dinner.

“When can we go home?” You asked.

Wanda turned to you with a sad smile and walked over while Vision kept an eye on the food.

“I’m sorry darling, but we can’t go home any time soon.” She sighed.

Wanda has explained it a few times to you, but you still refused to believe that the team and split up and that they were in the middle of fighting.

You loved the whole team, and the thought of them being against one another was too much for you.

“When can we see the others?”

“We may see them soon, but we aren’t sure of anything just yet.” Vision replied.

You looked over at the android and frowned.

Wanda ran her hand over your hand and held it on your cheek as she leant forward, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“I’m sorry darling, I really am.”

“It’s okay, it isn’t your fault.”

She smiled and went to finish cooking your dinner while you carried on playing your game.

This time dinner was quiet, and when you had finished eating you made your way outside and sat on the steps, closing your eyes to listen to the sound of nature.

“It’s peaceful, isn’t it?” Vision asked.

You nodded your head, opening your eyes, showing your golden iris’, allowing you to see everything clearer.

“What do you see darling?”

Wanda sat next to you, resting her head on your shoulder while you looked around.

“I see an owl, a baby rabbit outside it’s home, a fox trying to catch a fish, and some deer grazing in the meadow ahead.”

“You do have truely amazing power (Y/N).”

“I hear something.”

“What is it?” Wanda asked.

You listened closely, it was talking, and you recognised the voices to be of Tony, and those who side with him.

“It’s Tony.”

Wanda immediately stood up as did Vision, and they quickly stood in front of you just as the small group made their way into the clearing.

“You are not welcome here!” Vision called.

“We want to talk!” Natasha called back.

You peaked your head around your mom, and tilted your head a tiny bit, listening to the heart beats.

“They’re not lying mom...” you whispered.

Wanda placed her arm around you and nodded, letting you sit on the step once more while her and vision stood on either side of you.

“We’re done with this whole treaty business, we want everyone to come back home.” Tony said.

“How did you find us?” You asked.

“We knew you liked nature more, and it helps with your powers. So we searched for all cabins.” Rhodey smiled.

“Well, we’re not coming back.” Wanda said.

“Come on, we already have the others.” Tony sighed.

“There’s no proof of that.” Vision mused back.

You listened to them argue for a little while before leaning back on the deck. Wanda was behind you so you put your head in her lap, letting her run her fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry Tony, but I won’t do anything to risk my daughters safety.” Wanda sighed.

“I know that, but you know I wouldn’t either.” He replied.

Wanda looked down at you eyes closed seeiming fast asleep with a small smile on your face.

“You know for months she’s been asking to see you all.” She said, “she’d been struggling to sleep with all the new changes, and feeling abandoned.”

“Then let us make it up to her.” Natasha whispered, “come back and let her get her comfort back.”

Wanda looked between the ground then back to you, she just wanted you to be safe and happy.

“Fine, but if I suspect anything that’s it.” She warned.

“We’ll have no harm come to her.” Vision nodded.

“You know we’d never put our favourite kid at risk.” Tony chuckled.

With permission, he walked over to help Wanda pack while Vision picked you up, when everyone was ready he traded places and put you on Wandas back, letting her carry you.

“Mom... where we going...?” You yawned.

“To see everyone.” She replied.

A smile spread across your face and you nodded, they weren’t fighting anymore and you were happy about that

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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Hi, I really, REALLY love your writing, you're a amazing writer and I just want you to know it (ب_ب)♡

I don't know if you're up to, or if you did it before, but, can I request a female reader poly relationship with Armin and Eren? 👉👈 If you've done this or are uncomfortable doing it, you can ignore this request

You're so sweet! Thank you so much ت💛

And I haven't actually written something like this before so no worries you're the first! It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, although I appreciate you checking first, thank you🐛

Hmm since this is a poly, I guess it'll classify as a valid Eren x reader fic, welp gotta make him his own catorgy now.

Being in a Poly relationship with Armin and Eren HC

{ Armin x reader x Eren | tw:none | fluff | Modern }

{ "What's Behind the Door" by Hans Zatzka 1859-1945 }

You're the middle spoon most of the time. Armin prefers being the little spoon and burying himself against your chest before falling asleep, while Eren likes feeling you in his arms and just pulling you so close against him. On rare times they switch positions.

As a result, you wake up with the two of them wrapped around you. Good luck getting up with how grumpy Eren is in the morning.

Talking about Eren, he enjoys listening to you and Armin talk in general. It could be about anything from the weather to a book or even complaining about him and he'll just sit between you two and relax. It makes him feel at peace.

You're his safe place when the world gets too much, he could just hug you impossibly close to him before closing his eyes while you and Armin hang out.

In fact he enjoys watching you two do anything together, even mondaine thing like help Armin detangle his hair in the morning. Oh no, he won't help, but he will sit next to you and observe even if it means he too will be late to work.

Eren is one of those people who get out of bed, mess their hair a bit and then have perfect hair somehow. He could just tie it back and it'll look so good despite being effortless.

Armin likes how playful you and Eren can get, how much he teases you and how you answer back. Especially when the two of you are trying to make him pick sides and back one of you up, he acts innocent but in reality he's looking for a bribe.

Armin also enjoys how Eren is mostly down to his adventures and even looks forward to them, it also means convincing you to tag along will be easier and the three of you will have so much fun.

He also feels more confident and bold when both of you are by his side, his usual anxieties and worries getting drowned out by your voices and presence. Plus both of your assurance are a huge boost to his ego, he can actually tease back if pushed hard enough.

Be warned, a smug cocky Armin is a...dangerous one.

I'm not saying you and Eren will get roasted but...

The three of you live in Armin's place actually, since with his grandpa away in the farm, he has the whole apartment to himself.

Eren still visits his mom on the weekends tho, will drag you two along, she bakes you pie and sends you home with cookies.

Eren is just a completely opposite person in front of his mom, you and Armin can get away with almost anything in front of her.

It's actually Armin who plans dates for the three of you , picnics, arcades, beach trips, diners.

They actually enabler each other a lot, being best friends and all. A lot of times Armin would just get Eren to drag you into places or ideas he has and a lot of times Eren will get Armin to convince you that yes spending money on expensive shoes is a good investment.

They keep a tap on each other.

You have no idea the amount of things Eren broke by accident and Armin was quick to replace before you notice. Or the many times Armin almost backed away from showing you things he wrote or got for you wasn't it for Eren encouraging him.

Eren is really protective, for both of you actually. He makes sure no one is bothering you and always steps in whenever you're uncomfortable

Armin is really considerate, he knows both of your preference and a lot of small details. He takes your emotions into consideration and always has a plan B and knows just the right words to say.

The problem is that both of them are extremely jealous people who don't know how to deal with it.

For real, Armin would seem sad and distante while Eren will be passive aggressive. And all of that just because you told Connie you liked his shirt or laughed at something Sasha said.

They act like kicked puppies, and won't ever admit to being jealous they just look at you with puppy eyes till you pay them the same attention too.

Drama queens, both of them. Will whine and sulk if your attention leaves them for a second.

Armin has a special nickname for each one of you, while Eren goes for the typical "babe" and looks at both of you making you try to guess "which one?"

Armin likes holding your hand and kissing you cheek, Eren prefers wrapping an arm around you and kissing your neck.

Both of them are big on physical affaction, expect a lot of greeting and goodbye kisses also being pulled into a hug or to sit near someone at random times.

Armin likes taking pictures of you, together or each by their own. He keeps them in a scrapbook that you help him make, Eren tries to find the best spots for him to photograph.

While Eren plays Videgames, he likes having you and Armin by his side. Even if you're not playing with him he'll just enjoy looking at your direction whenever he preforms really well like a kid looking for praise.

They have really different taste in food, movies and dates. Despite that they rarely argue or fight about It, since they've known each other for so long they learned how to compromise.

Lowkey each of them still tries to pull you to like the things they do so you'll take sides.

Even if you're not around, they will talk about you between them. Just how gorgeous you looked today and how adorable that outfit looked on you.

Actually both of them have you alone as their lockscreen, even whilst having a lot of pictures of the three of them together, they just like it this way.

Both are also big on public affaction so don't expect the pampering to stop just because you're outside.

They're just so comfortable with each other and when you came along they had absolutely no problem in sharing you, actually they even prefered because the other is the only person they'd trust with you.

They also don't mind when one of them takes you on a private date just the two of you alone, just give the other a heads up and maybe bring them a snack or something.

You prefer romantic cozy dates? Armin would love to share his softest blanket with you under the fairylights while sharing a milkshake or your favourite drink and watching a romantic comedy sitcom.

And the next day, Eren would take you to his favourite restaurant before going to the arcades or cinema after. Drive around in the car while listening to music and occasionally stopping at really nice spots to enjoy the view.

Maybe the three of you could go to a waterpark and Eren would attempt the really high dives while Armin just happily floats around in the water.

Or maybe going to the beach and watching them put actual effort and planning into making a good sandcastle, Armin collecting the seashells while Eren gets the sand.

Being in a relationship with them means you'll get the best of both worlds yet never get bored or feel alone. They have really different tastes yet are so similar at the same time, you'll truely feel loved and cared for.

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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hello! can i have some touch starved micah with a gentle and caring fem or gn reader?? thank you :))

omg yess anon, u can have touch starved micah any day! now ngl its like 3AM and i decided to write these after such a long day so this probs makes no sense and i didn't like the way they turned out at all so i might fix it up later

but still please enjoy this mess and a friendly reminder to anyone that reads this that my rdr requests are still open (but dw there's still more to come) i'm just really enjoying getting back into red dead!!

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It had been a relatively long night for Micah, or so you’d noticed as you watched him leaning against a tree for almost the entire afternoon and long into the night, just sharpening his knife and mumbling under his breath.

You knew something was bothering him and apart of you couldn’t help but be a little worried and it wasn’t because of the robbery you have with him the next day. No, deep down you had a soft spot for him.

But Micah Bell had his walls up high even around someone like you who is one of the few people he considers a friend. Talking to him, little alone approaching him is more of a challenge than a bet in five finger fillet and you had an inkling that he’d appreciate being alone.

So with a heavy sigh you stood from your place at the campfire, bid the last few remaining members a goodnight and headed towards your tent— there needed to be one of you with at least four hours of sleep, otherwise you’d never be able to pull off this robbery.

As you turned around to close the flaps in your tent, you couldn’t help but notice Micah’s gaze directed at you and it had been since you stood to leave. When your eyes met his own and you gave a soft smile he immediately turned his attention back to the knife and whetstone in his hand, hiding how flustered he was under the brim of his hat.

You waved goodnight to him but of course he didn’t see it, he wouldn’t dare look your way until he knew for certain that you wouldn’t catch him doing so. In all the time you’ve gotten to know Micah, you’ve seen him argue, fight, yell and even flirt with the gang members and total strangers but you’ve never seen him flustered or nervous quite like the way he is with you.

The thought makes you giggle as you settle into bed, you could only guess that he likes you but to say that you hate the idea would be a lie.

The next morning you were walking through camp with a cup of coffee in your hand as you went to find Micah and prepare for the coach that was coming in from Annesburg. It wasn’t difficult to find him since he was still leaning against the tree, the only real point of difference was his slightly slumped posture and obvious bags under his eyes.

“Here, I thought you might want this after last night.”

He stares numbly at the cup of coffee you’re holding out for him to take. He seems almost startled out of his thoughts at the first person that’s actually approached him in hours.

“I don’t like coffee.”

“—Half of its filled with whiskey.”

One of Micah’s typical sly smirks comes to rest on his face, one that’s laced with over confidence so that he can put his walls up higher and keep everyone thinking that he’s not trying to downplay whatever’s bothering him.

“You know me too well, sweetheart.”

However, you’re not just anyone and happen to see straight through his charms. When you place the cup in his hand you instantly notice the way he seems to tense up when your hand lightly brushes his. You couldn’t help but think the soft sound that left him was, for lack of a better word...cute.

His hand instinctively reaches forward into you more before pulling away to fiddle with the cup.

“Common now, I need you feeling sharp for this robbery and its a long ride to Annesburg from here.”

The tension leaves him when he realises you’re not going to push for answers or make a scene and he’s clearly comforted by the small smile you’re giving him.

The robbery as a whole goes fairly smooth. The coach guards were easy to take down with there being only three of them plus a driver. The issue arrived when the law showed up and there was a hell of a lot more than three.

The coach had been flipped at this point, the horses well and truely bolted but it offered the cover you needed in order to take out the flock of lawman.

Standing beside you, you can’t help notice how Micah seems completely out of it. You’ve seen him at his best, just how well he can shoot during a gunfight. Hell at Blackwater you saw him take out at least twenty pinkertons before you all even made it off the boat. No, the Micah standing beside you could barely even aim straight.

Eventually, the coast is clear— it took a while but the shooting finally stopped and left only silence as Micah went over to crack open the safe containing the payroll.

“Oh shit—“

Before you know what you’re doing, you take three quick steps forward and push Micah as hard as you can against his side. He hits the ground with a loud thud but you don’t stop to think about it as you fire your revolver at the lawman who’d managed to sneak up on you.

You don’t take your finger off the trigger until there’s no more bullets left in the chamber and the lawman is well and truly on the floor. You holster your revolver before turning around and offering an arm out for Micah to take, who is still sitting in the dirt with a stunned look on his face.

“Are you alright?”

You gently hoist him up and squeeze at his hand in hopes that he’ll understand just how worried you are about him right now.

Micah doesn’t give you a verbal response, instead choosing to groan but you didn’t mind, you suspect that his ego took more bullets than the lawman had. That didn’t mean you didn’t miss the way his hand squeezed yours back tightly.

“Oh Jesus, you’re bleeding!”

It seems Micah himself hadn’t even noticed the vibrant red stain of blood on his already dirty white pants.

“It’s just a graze, ain’t nothing to worry about.”

Unfortunately you don’t have time to argue with him about as he’s already loading up the cash onto Baylock before saddling up himself.

“Fine, but yer letting me patch you up when he get back to camp.”

To your surprise Micah actually follows you to your tent so you can at least bandage and disinfect the wound but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna put up a fuss. It takes you a good ten minutes just to get his pants off so you could clean it and it takes you even longer to place your hands anywhere near him.

“I can wrap my own damned bullet wound!”

You stare at him with an eyebrow raised, watching as he has an internal battle with himself on whether to push you away like he does everyone else, or to cave and let you in.

“Alright then, I’ll leave you to it.”

You decide to call his bluff, placing the bandages on the crate beside your bed before dusting yourself off and standing to leave the tent, only to be stopped by a hand on your wrist. Finally, you see something snap inside him and he sighs, almost defeatedly.

“Please stay…”

You pick the bandages and the old rag back up and sit back down on the edge of the cot. He jumps slightly when your hand is placed on the outside of his upper thigh, just under where the graze has torn the skin.

“Relax Micah, it’s okay.”

Micah is staring up at you with hopeful eyes as he leans on his elbows on the cot. You give him a reassuring smile but he only starts to really relax when your hand moves in slow circles against his thigh.

After the old rag has been drenched in whiskey you, offer him an apology before placing it over the wound to disinfect it. Micah hisses through his teeth and falls flat against the cot, trying not to bite his tongue off at the sharp burning feeling that’s travelling up his leg.

When his wound has been properly cleaned and bandaged, you lean forward and take his chin in your hand and guide him to look at you.

“Now was that so bad?”

Your eyes stare into his icy blue ones and you notice just how tired he seems. You decide to make a decision before second guessing yourself and lay down next to him on the cot that’s too small for the two of you to really fit on it.

Nevertheless your arms come to wrap around him in a tight hug. He tenses again but only for a moment before melting into you, exhausting clearly winning out.

Your hand comes to tangle in his hair and gently massage his scalp before placing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Is this why you’ve been acting so off recently?”

Micah nods into your shoulder, more relaxed than ever now that he’s receiving the affection and intimacy he’s been craving for months now. He’ll probably beat himself up later over a bottle of whiskey for being so needy, but right now he couldn’t care less.

“Micah, when was the last time you had a hug?”

Your question is soft, non judgemental as you gently detangle his hair from where there are small knots. This time, there’s no answer and he only sinks further into your arms around him, as if he’s trying to literally avoid the question.

It doesn’t take a genius however to guess how long its been.

“Hey its alright, it doesn’t have to be like that anymore.”

His head comes up from your shoulder instantly, a desperate and hopeful look in his eyes. Your noses are almost touching and you can feel his slightly shaky breathe as he attempts to calm his nerves.

You lean forward slowly and place a soft kiss to lips, feeling him smile against you. His moustache manages to tickle his top lip and you can’t help but giggle which only makes the two of you smile more.

That night, Micah finally gets a good night’s rest with his head resting upon your shoulder. He’s lulled off by your hand rubbing slow circles into the back of his neck and soft but frequent forehead kisses.

He’s just about to doze off into a peaceful sleep when he feels you whisper against his skin,

“I love you Micah, just relax and get some sleep now”

The next morning he’ll wake up from one of the best sleeps he’s had in a long time knowing you held him all night.

#touch starved micah is my fav #soft rat 🥺🥺🥺#but im also so tired and this is a whole mess #this isn't even remotely edited #so i apologise #micah bell #micah bell x reader #micah bell imagine #rdr2 writing #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2

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waywardblazer · 3 years

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Accent

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Warning(s): Fluff

Word count: 506

Summary: You just love Wanda’s Sokovian accent either when she was mad or just whispering to you before bed. It makes you melt when she says phrases that you don’t understand.

A/N: Well, this is my first fanfic on Tumblr. It’s short I’m sorry but it’s 1am and I’m dead inside!

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You had always loved and appreciated every aspect that came with Wanda Maximoff from her contagious smile to the trauma that she buried so deeply, yet there was one small detail that rarely got acknowledged but never ceased to make you feel this warm almost fuzziness bubble within... her thick Sokovian accent.

After everything that happened in Lagos and due to the fact that she was now living in America and on top of that was an active fugitive Nat had taught her to use an American accent which she had told you was for her own protection after you had annoyed her by asking about it over twenty times.

Surprisingly, this had only made you appreciate the rare times her Sokovian accent seeped through, which only happen when she was seriously pissed off. Although, there were those special little moments when no one else was around and it was just the two of you, like now.

You were stretched out on Wanda’s bed, you’re head was comfortably resting on her lap. You looked up at her with a shimmer of hope in your eyes. Wanda could feel your gaze and she almost immediately turned and met your gaze with a soft smile.

“What’s the matter y/n?” She asked.

“Umm... can you speak to me? In your Sokovian accent?” You replied quietly, cheeks turning red with embarrassment. It still felt stupid asking her that kind of question. The redhead fell silent and you suddenly worried that you’ve upset her. “Oh- Wanda I’m sorry I didn’t-“ you begun to say before she cut you off with a gentle hush.

“You know I only do this for you, so don’t you dare tell anyone I can do this on cue, okay?” Wanda whispered as she ruffled your hair, her thick accent now emerging.

“Okay.” You giggled, the warm fuzzy feeling making you squirm slightly as she placed an arm around your body and pulled you closer.

You relaxed under her hold as she spoke to you in her natural accent, occasionally whispering phrases in Sokovian that you didn’t understand, yet her voice alone made you feel safe and happy.

You would never truely understand why you had become so lucky in finding such an amazing person like Wanda Maximoff. She had taught you so much despite the short amount of time of knowing her.

She had also become such an important light in your life that you didn’t know what you’d do if she was taken away from you–not that you thought to deeply about that part–and you weren’t sure how you could truly thank her for all the support she had brought to your life.

“I love you, Wanda, thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” You mumbled softly as you curled up closer to the avenger.

“You’re welcome, y/n. I love you too.”

The thickness of her accent was enough to make you drowsy, your eyes to very slowly slid shut, your breathing eventually came to a steady pace as you finally drifted off into a peaceful deep sleep.

#wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff #marvel fandom #mcu fanfiction #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #fanfiction #wanda marvel #wayward fics

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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If a picky game design student designed obey me(5):

[disclaimer: I am not saying I am a better designer than the game developers. I love obey me and do not wish to bash on it but simply express my opinions and show what I've learnt as a student aswell as what I would personally find better as a otome game player. This is all in good fun and non serious]

MC | demon brother's | side Characters | game mechanics| extra(?)

Character: Satan

Satan, the avatar of wrath;who's chatacter often boiled down to his love of cats and his explosive nature. He's a man who's always being compared to his older brother/father as he was a spawn of Lucifer's fury. The two are alike yet different but Satan refuses to acknowledge it aswell let their relationship be ruined and strained due to his anger towards the man.

He's the only pure demon amongst the brothers. He's already Insecure about being seen as just some angry beast and his inability to express and understand his other emotions - just think how horrible it is to know out of your brother's you never had any angelic goodness within you. You weren't a fallen angel. You're just a demon who's born to be seen as a monster and the embodiment of sin and evil meanwhile your brother's had the luxury of being born as a being to be loved and praised.

It's confirmed he is older than he appears, despite he was the last to come to form, his physical birth makes him the youngest but in reality, he says he's older than asmo due to being alive and conscious before his birth. He was just living inside Lucifer, seeing what he saw and experiencing a life that wasn't his own. I couldn't imagine how conflicting it could be especially with his relationship with Lilith.

We're unsure if they truely met or got to know each other but Satan most likely had to just experience a relationship with Lilith second hand. He has memories of her but they're not his own, they're Lucifer's.

His chatacter to me is very tragic, all of theirs are but there are just certain Characters stories that really hurt my soul.

His relationship to the MC Will be him finding healthy ways to cope with his sin, learning how to feel his other emotions more and embrace that he is more than what he appears. They say his smile is nothing but an act but we know he's genuine, I just think he can come across fake due to not properly being connected to his more ranged feelings.

MC would help with his emotional well being and becoming more at peace whilst Satan will be doing the same for the MC But focusing on just anger. Letting them let theirs out as much as they can, giving them a safe space where they won't be judged to be angry and not have a bad relationship with it.

I want MC to be a person who struggles with the deadly sins, they're ashamed they feel the sins like any other person but when they go to the devildom the brothers will help them embrace it. Of course in healthy amounts but it'll be a way of learning to not be ashamed of your feelings and wants.

I'd definitely add Lucifer and Satan soft moments - tbh all the brothers deserve soft moments with each other because most of the time their dynamics seem so toxic and just ugh. WE NEED TO SEE MORE MOMENTS OF THEM JUST SUPPORTING AND LOVING EACH OTHER!! BEING THE FAMILY THEY ARE!!!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me satan #obey me redesign #obey me debate #obey me design

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queen-of-meows · 3 years

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Another snippet because i'm too lazy to actually write

"So you are their leader now?" Mobius asked, a wry smile on his lips.

Sylvie shrugged. She was still wearing the same outfit, but she had a new horned tiara made of woven wire. It looked surprisingly nice.

"No, I'm not. The Lokis are impossible to lead."

"What are you then ?"

"Their coordinator."

"And how is it different from a leader ?"

Sylvie tilted her head, as if she was genuinely pondering the question.

"I guess I don't give orders. Only advise they are free to follow or not. I respect everyone's title and alliegeance while staying neutral."

"So you are the one truely in charge here" Mobius laughed.

Sylvie repressed a giggle and shook her head in denial.

"Please never say that in front of them."

Her place wasn't ostantatious like the other dwellings he had passed before. It was simple, functionnal, perfectly at the image of its occupier.

"How did you end up here ?" Mobius finally asked, taking place on a wooden box recycled as a bench. Sylvie proped her elbows on the table.

"I stayed in this gloomy castle for a long time. I had planned to stay forever, to make sure no one would come back and seize the empty throne. But I eventually realised it was useless. Time was free. The more timelines branched out like a wild forest, the less strategical this place was becoming. For a while I was tempted to go back to the Sacred Timeline, but I knew I was probably the public enemy number 1 in every single timeline and I didn't need to go back to my apocalypses when I could simply settle at the end of time.

To my surprise, the Void was very calm. I suppose at this point, pruning poeple and timeline wasn't worth the effort anymore. Alioth was still there, and very hungry, but since our last encounter I had formed some sort of a bond with it. I wouldn't say I am fond of it, but I started experimenting with it. At first I was keeping it away, then I taugh it a few tricks. I also started looking for survivors, other human beings I could talk to.

Unsurprisingly I was found by the young king and his friends. I learned the old man had died. It made me feel very sad, and a bit guilty, but they didn't blame me. I moved up with them in their underground palace. It was just the three of them. The child, the boastful one and the aligator. It was nice, having a family. The other factions had also noticed my little games with Alioth and they came with their own deals and scams. But I didn't want anything, I didn't need anything.

So I offered them my own deal. I would keep them safe in exchange for peace and cooperation. As you see, it worked out pretty well. Without petty squabbles for power, we are capable of so much. You probably think they're a bunch of good-to-nothing, and it might be true, but what is the final purpose of this existance ? What is our Glorious Purpose, if not surviving and creating our own stories ?

For my whole life I only had one purpose, and not once I thought about what would come next. It terrifies me, Mobius. The Council of Kangs is gaining more members everytime a new reality emerges. We Lokis are probably not as powerful as them. But we are alive, and in control of Alioth and this uncharted territory. That's not much, but that's already a lot. And then you came here. With your extensive knowledge of time managing and your network of former TVA agents, we have the power to face the Council of Kangs."

Mobius smiled at Sylvie's childlike enthusiasm.

"And after ? What do we do ?"

"I don't know. We survive I suppose. And we spin new tales around a campfire."

"Sylvie, Goddess of the Stories. I like that."

"Stop making fun of me, Mobius !" Sylvie protested with an impatient gesture of the hand.

"I'm not making fun of you. I'm a big fan actually. And what about Loki ?"

"You need to be more precise" she asked jokingly.

"You know, the one you snogged. Unless you snogged more of them, Who am I to judge ?"

Sylvie started laughing uncontrollably. It was nice to see her like this. Happy and light hearted. Mobius had to admit this lifestyle was a perfect fit for her. Survival without the dangers and imminant death of thousands.

"I don't know" she said finally. "I don't even know if I'll ever see him again."

"I know you will, eventually" Mobius reasured us. "Call me sentimental, but I don't think a single force in the universe could keep you apart forever."

#my fanfiction #the neverland parenthesis #loki (2021)#sylvie laufeydottir #sylki

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alignwithmind · 3 years

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Intuition Vs.Ego

So, I’m laying here on some cushions in this little sanctuary soul space I have created myself. I just feel so peaceful and connected here. Super aligned with my mind and tiny heart space. It’s like my anchor spot. Last night I had SO much fun. Literally like soul beaming fun and it just happened. There was no grand plan or anything, those are my fave times though when the good gets better and just unfolds with the best fun as you just are and trust in the moments and go with it. I listened to this A M A Z I N G podcast about an hour ago. Weirdly (but not weirdly ~ thanks universe) it pretty much was exactly what I needed to hear. Universal vibrations are real. This is inspired from ‘Intuition Vs. Ego - Make Shift Happen With Samantha Daily’.

Intuition and Ego. I have heard things regarding intuition and prior to this, to me, it was like a gut feeling. Gut feelings are guardian angels right ~ I see intuition as like a feeling within your body that guides you to how you truely feel. Ego -I am only beginning to learn about ego. I thought it was just this personality trait that disregarded everyone or everything else, and because I’m such an empath, I thought it was a massive turn of. I am learning that an ego is somewhat yes a trait, but its more like that chatter in your head. That chatter that feeds you lots information. In fact, it can be too much to process. It can lie to you. There is a whole world about the ego. Anyway, this amazing podcast helped me understand how to identify and channel into knowing and aligning with your mind to become aware of which is which, and how to really like get more confident in tuning into intuition. ’I think that's what a lot of us are waiting for intuition. Unfortunately, it's never as obvious as you would like it to be and for a lot of us are waiting for that amazing life changing feeling of like ~ YES FOR SURE. This is without a doubt, what I should do. This is the next step for me. This is the direction I'm going in. I know that I can trust it because my intuition was so loud and so clear and yes, I feel affirmed and ready and here we go. As much as I wish it was that loud and clear, that's just not how our intuition works. Until you start to lean into listening to your intuition more often and really get in tune with what it does feel and sound like for you, and start trusting it, then it eventually of course will become easier for you to trust it. You will feel like it's a lot more clear when your intuition is speaking to you because you have that experience of having heard it before and having trusted it and having leaned into it. But until we start to really recognise it and play this sort of re-wiring or game of like okay. I'm just going to go with it and trust it. It's hard for us to really know what it's telling us. I think the biggest thing is trusting what it's telling us.

Unfortunately, the intuition is is not going to be as obvious as you want it to be. Especially if you're moving through a period in life where you're kind of uncertain about where you're going or what the next step is for you or what's right for you. This could look like Am I in the right relationship? or am I in the right career? or Should I quit my job? Should I get a new job? Should I stay or should I go? All that kind of all that kind of energy of feeling like you're in limbo is when we tend to really want our intuition to come through and speak to us, guide us and feel like we have that guiding light, that voice. that all-knowing voice that's like you ~ should do this ~ but it's not it's not going to feel as obvious as that. The trick is to ~ identify what you feel like you should do, rather than what you think you should do ~ So intuition vs. ego is very much the difference between feeling and thinking. Intuition is is a feeling, not a thought, which is why we so often dismiss the Intuition or quickly push it down. Because it doesn't feel strong enough or a loud enough for us to fully trust it the same way that our thoughts do. Your logical mind will take you through all the scenarios and tell you know, this is safer. This is what you should do. This is what we can expect from this option.. etc etc that overwhelming chatter kind of laying everything out for you in this attempt of a neat little picture of what makes the most sense right? That is The Logical mind. That's the Ego! Intuition doesn't really work in the same way.

So, you know when you get that feeling.. like an intuitive light or something that's like nudging you towards a decision or towards the next step or towards something that's big or scarier difficult or new, you're going to feel that intuitive paying of like; go do this. This is what's next for you. Or maybe you should do this. Right ..but it's going to be really soft like a whisper like just a flash of a moment. It's really really quick and then immediately after that, your Ego/logical thoughts are going to come in and tell you why it's not a good idea, which is why it becomes so confusing to listen to our intuition. We have that tug of war going on inside of us. If I feel this one way, but my brain is telling me something else and this is because your brain, your logical mind, your ego is always trying to protect you.

That's the job that it has right? It's trying to hold you inside of your comfort zone and keep you within the bounds of familiarity so that literally you don't die. If we break it down to the most basic level, the reason why our brain does this the reason why we feel so we feel so convinced sometimes that staying within our comfort zone is the best option is because to our brain, we know that at least that this comfort zone is known, there's no immediate sort of danger that might cause death for us. That's like the very very basics of it. Your brain works FOR you, not against you. It will always prioritise keeping you alive, that its job. So even if your current situation is a relationship that's not fully serving you or it's not exactly what you deserve, or it may be even toxic or it's a job that you don't love that you're not passionate about or maybe even toxic too, whatever the situation is. The current circumstance that you're moving through, as long as it doesn't relate to you potentially dying, It's considered more safe than the unknown.

Our Ego always operates from the mindset of ~ the devil you know is better than the devil that you don't know ~ which is why so many people find it so hard to leave relationships and to leave jobs, or move to different cities and to do different things with their life because they get convinced by their logical mind. ~ No, no, like if you did that that could be even worse, like maybe no one will love you again if you leave this person and maybe you'll be alone forever or maybe you'll run out of time and you won't meet someone and then it'll be too late and then you can never have kids, like just stay, just stay here to stay with this person. This person loves you they provide for you, it's good enough. Just stay. The Logical mind says Yeah, but maybe if you quit this job ..you'll be unemployed. And then you won't have enough money and then you'll have to move back in with your parents or you will be homeless or you'll have to ask your friends for help or ask your parents for money or you won't be able to pay your bills and you'll never get a job again, and then you'll have this weird gap in your resume and then nobody will want to hire you and once you have a thought, it triggers a feeling, which triggers another thought and it goes on and on and on and on and on. All of those thoughts all of those fearful what if scenarios in your mind is the ego. It's trying to do its job. It's trying to bring you back to the comfort zone is trying to keep you safe by saying; Hey, we're you are isn't so bad. Right just be grateful. Like it's fine. We're not dead yet where you are is fine. Just stay here. Just stay here. Because beyond this experience, beyond this wall, if we were to leave this relationship or this job or the city or this whatever, who knows what could be out there? that could be even worse than what we have now. Alright, that's the story that The Logical mind tells us because to our brain unfamiliar always equals unsafe potential for danger.

That's what's going on for us. According to your mind staying where you are has a higher survival rate then stepping into this uncharted territory or breaking that boundary; going outside of the comfort zone. Staying where you are has a higher survival rate because we know what goes on here in this current reality, and we know that everything is relatively sort of fine. We're not dying. Even if it's a sucky situation or it's not an ideal situation. At least we know that it is relatively “safe”. ~ It's also a 100% guarantee that you're going to get the exact same results that you've been getting staying in. ~ This current reality is objectively safer than the unknown, but it's also a guarantee to continue to get the results that you've been getting all this time. So if what you're really desiring is something different than what you have. You're going to have to come up against those fearful thoughts. Those Ego thoughts that tell you that where you are is fine and it's good enough and it's safe and you don't know what's out there and something worse could happen and let's just hang out here because it's easier and it's comfortable and then we don't have to make any change or face new or be vulnerable or get into hard conversations. It’s like oh that all sounds like soo much work. Let's just let's just skip that great. That's kind of the the game we play in our mind, but your intuition on the other hand. Your intuition is really really smart and your intuition isn't afraid of the unknown because it is all knowing. Your intuition is that gift from the divine. It helps you or is meant to help you navigate life and go in the direction that you were designed to go in. So your Intuition is that part of your higher self that is all knowing. Your intuition is is guided and it's supported by the infinite love of the universe to help present to you the ideas, decisions, opportunities and action steps that your higher self would take but the problem with the intuition is that she is really soft spoken and she's not a pusher. She's kind of like here's the answer.. take it or leave it. And it's usually comes in like a whisper whilst we're waiting for this big loud audacious voice to be like ~ you should do this. It's the exact right move. Don't be afraid just do it. So when your Ego comes through it is like yo do not do that. Like you don't know what's best for you. Just stay where you are for a little while longer. you don't even know what's going on. Don't make any decisions etc etc. You go. Okay. Okay. Yeah, that makes sense. You're right. Hmm. Yeah. I don't even know. What do I know? I don't even know what I want. You're right Ego. I don't even know what I want. I just need to put them to rest chill the F out and wait for the right thing to come along. Right? The Ego comes in real hot real confident real loud.

The intuition comes in real soft real feminine real take it or leave it with this different level of certainty, right? It has a level of certainty as well, but it's more like this is the answer but I'm not going to push you towards it like you can reach out and grab it if you want to. The loud logical thoughts end up drowning out the intuition most of the time, So that's why we have to get really intentional about listening for our intuition and remembering that she shows up not in the form of words or logical thoughts., but in the form of feelings ~ It's like it's not even a voice like it's not words. It's not a logical thought process strung together in sentences. It's just a knowing. It's just a feeling so you have to stop waiting for your intuition to sound like your thoughts. It's never going to sound like your thoughts. It's never going to string words together and tell you a story about why this is the right thing and all the pros and all the cons and you know how this makes sense for you. That's what your Ego is going to do. So you have to, if you want to, get in tune with it. You have to stop waiting for it to sound that way because it's not going to. It's not going to provide you with the evidence or the arguments to back it up. She has a different level of certainty. That's like I don't need to prove why. This is Divine intervention. This is higher knowledge. This is all knowing information. There's no argument to back it up and it doesn't have to make sense. That's because it just is ~

Intuition is really your inner wisdom ~ your gut feeling. Your silent but persistent inclination that something just feels right or something just feels off. It's that consistent persistent inclination gut feeling that I don't know if this is right for me or that feels really expansive. I want to do that, but I'm afraid. The more that you listen to it, tune into it, like really try to get engaged with that feeling, get in touch with that feeling and follow it. Follow its advice follow what it's telling you, go in the direction that it's pushing you, it'll be easier for you to identify when your intuition is coming through. That's the reason why it's so hard for so many of us to know what our intuition is speaking to us because we're off from it. It's telling us the answers throughout our life. But we become so consumed in the Ego mind that comes forward more more loudly and we always follow those logical thoughts and that intuition becomes lost. So we forget we don't even know what it feels like to feel that that intuitive hit. We don't even we don't even realise that it's happening. We don't even realise that it's there. Really trying to feel into it and see how it comes forward for you. It's all there. That's your that's your intuition speaking to you. That's your inner knowing. That's your inner guidance.

Of course, there's decisions that we make that aren't ultimately right for us in the long term, but it doesn't mean that they weren't right for us in that moment. I truthfully do believe that there is a lesson in e v e r y t h i n g. There was something in it that we can learn, a challenge that we had to face, a realisation that now we have the opportunity to come to, and it allows us to accumulate more knowledge or experience or lessons. From these experiences, we connect more deeply into ourselves, and intuition becomes stronger and clearer.

Another thing, if you're struggling to know if you're making the right choice or if you're moving on the right path is to not mistake sadness or fear or uncertainty about making a decision or closing a chapter of your life. Don't mistake that as a sign that you're like making the wrong choice or that you've made a mistake or that now somehow you're not on track right because jobs and friendships and certain eras or seasons of our life, we close chapters and inevitably we're going to have emotions that come through about that. We're going to feel sad. We're going to feel like we're leaving something behind. We're going to feel fearful about the future or uncertain about what comes after this now that I've close this chapter shit. Like what do I do next? What comes after this? This all those emotions are going to come through as you continue along your path and close chapters and open new ones. But you can't allow those emotions to mean something that they don't mean. So don't allow that sadness or fear uncertainty about the next step to mean that it's the wrong step, or that you're going in the wrong direction, or that you veered off the path and now you're totally lost and totally fckd. Don't make it mean something that it doesn't. You need to feel to heal. I trust that it's coming through for me. I trust the Universe. I trust myself. I know that it's going to happen. It's already on its way to me then we ultimately receive that desire because we're available for it. if we say, oh I want this thing and then as soon as it gets hard or there's a challenge or something else that's like kind of half what we want comes along and we say, oh, well, I'll just take that. We're no longer operating from a place of abundance and trust. We’re operating out of fear and lack of like oh, but maybe nothing better will come along. So I'm just going to take this. Great, so that's that's a big lesson to in terms of, you know receiving what it is that you want. You have to be you have to be willing to step into the place of trust and not just take any old thing that comes your way. Listen to your intuition. Channel into that desire. There's ways to feel into it more, look for the initial feeling rather than the thoughts that come after. Also just being aware of the fact that those thoughts are going to tumble in right after the intuition speaks so that you can be prepared and be able to recognise like, okay. My first instinct was yes, I should do it or no. I shouldn't and then immediately after my thoughts started racing and kind of giving me all the the breakdown the scenarios that this that the pro/con all the things when you are aware that that is going to happen. You won't be as likely get confused by it because you can distinguish. Okay ~ I felt this way but then the logical thoughts came through and confused me or made me feel a different way. But I know that that's a not truly my higher self. That's not truly the best option for me because my inner knowing and higher self serve me best. Even just building the awareness around that fact will help you kind of distinguish more and start to honour your intuitive feelings more. Knowing that the logical mind or the Ego is always going to try and keep you safe and it's always going to come through seconds after the intuition speaks. It's very very fast, which is why we have to get used to the gut feeling.

Gut feelings are guardian angels.

~ I trust myself ~ I trust my inner knowing ~ I trust in my highest self ~ My intuition comes from my heart space ~ I hear my Ego but I choose not to listen ~ I have my own back

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The Enigma of Bunny 8.5

Pairing: Jungkook and Yoongi x reader

Genre: angst, slight horror.

Warnings: a nightmare?

Words: 2,872

Story Synopsis: You find a very sick young man in an alley and out of the bottomless barrel of kindness that is your heart, you decide take him home. Only then do you realize this stranger doesn’t speak, but that’s not the only strange thing about him by far. Who is he? Where did he come from? What happened to him? And why can’t he remember anything or even speak?

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➡My Masterlist

It was inky black and freezing.

Jungkook shivered continuously but he wasn't sure whether it was because he was cold or just that scared.

He had absolutely no idea where he was, one moment he was safe and warm in her bed and the next he was here. Somehow he shared the same feeling of familiarity with being with y/n her bed as he did this place. He had been here before.

He felt like he was sitting on a damp, gross mattress on a hard floor. He wondered if that was where the disgusting musty scent was coming from, or maybe it was coming from the cold concrete walls he rested his shirtless back against.

His lungs ached with the dampness and he let out a cough as he tried to fight his teeth from chattering.

He couldn't see a thing, it was the kind of deep darkness your eyes just refused to adjust to. The only way he knew that he sat on a mattress was from the feel when he touched it and the small squeaks from worn out springs when he moved. That wasn't the only things he heard and felt, it was just the least horrifying things.

The worst he felt was the feel of some sort of cold metal cuff around his right wrist and the sound of chains clanking together every time he moved his arm.

It was so silent around him that even the smallest noise echoed loudly throughout his head and the room making him cringe at the metal jingling against metal.

He gave it a pull and felt the resistance keeping him in place, he followed the short chain to where it was bolted to the concrete wall.

A wave of panic, fear, and despair all washed over him like a drowning tidal wave. Something in him told him not to fight against the restraints too much and reminded him of a soreness in his wrist that he no longer had, leaving him with an important question amongst others floating around in his head.

How long had he been here, wherever he was?

That same voice in his head told him he had stopped wondering and asking questions long ago, for his own good. Speaking was bad, Jungkook was bad, having friends was bad, leaving was bad, complaining about being sick was bad. Somehow he knew the rules, but he didn't know the game.

He heard the loud, shrill sound of a door creaking open to let blinding light into whatever dark room he was in. He could hear the squeak of stairs and footsteps. In the back of his mind he knew that those things were never good together, those things were always god awful.

He swallowed as the light stung his eyes. He tried to shield his face but knew he should look at the silhouette approaching him or else.

"Oppa?"

A loud noise blared in his ear that he wanted to run from, hide from. He was being blinded, deafened and frozen all at once as the terrible ache in his lungs continued every time he breathed.

He just wanted it to stop, he wanted to beg for it to stop, but he couldn't, he wasn't supposed to.

Louder and louder, more and more bright. His lungs ached feeling like they were swollen to the point of suffocation.

When would it end?

He sat straight up in bed, panting for air in the only slightly illuminated room as the alarm on her phone blared from the bedside table.

He was home and he was okay, however the feeling of dread from his dream still lingered.

It was time.

He was quick to reach over her still naked form and turn it off before sinking back down into bed next to her comforting form for just a little longer.

His lungs no longer ached. The room wasn't too bright, with the curtains drowning out most of the orange morning sun outside. The bed was warm with her in it next to him and smelled of her perfume that Jungkook could never get enough of, it smelled like home.

She was his safety, his comfort blanket, his peace. He sought solace in her and she was always there to reassure him.

He loved her.

He loved her before he was able to even tell her and he felt it in every sense of the word, which was why he needed to do this.

She was now asking for the same reassurance from him, reassurance that whatever his life was before, who ever he was with, he didn't care to go back to. She wanted him to find it all and know for sure who he was.

It didn't matter to him who he had been though, he only cared now who he would be. He wanted to be a good boyfriend, husband, maybe even father one day and he wanted to do it for her, with her.

She had saved his life, possibly in more ways than one, and if this was what she wanted, to know who he was, he would give it to her.

Jungkook wasn't entirely cold to the idea of finding out who he was, but from the sound of it he had already lost his family which would've most likely been the most important thing to him. Even if he was a billionaire in his former life, he still wouldn't trade it for her and a normal life of cold cereal in the morning, going to some boring ass nine to five job and being underpaid if it meant coming home to her. To him, she could make the worst life worth living.

He just looked over at her with her hair hanging messily in her closed eyes, unbothered by the world. He wanted to touch her, hold her but he knew he shouldn't wake her, it would only make him want to stay, more than he already did. He knew she would want him to stay too even though she wanted answers. This was his one shot to get them.

Deep down he wanted to know the truth too even though he was scared, not about himself, but if the dreams were real or not.

He hadn't told her about them really, not that he had them nearly every night, the same ones, over and over. He hadn't told her just how awful they were, how real and twisted they were. She didn't need to worry herself more with him than she already had. She didn't need to know how broken he truely, not only had been, but was still on the inside. He was afraid if she knew all of it then she would think he was too troubled to be with, to shattered and hopeless. She probably felt that way enough when he couldn't speak, couldn't feed himself or bathe himself, she didn't need to know the deep dark insides of it as well.

He got out of bed and got dressed in the clothes she had brought him home in. He dug through his sketchbook hidden away in one of the drawers and began tearing out some pages as quietly as he could. The ones he tore out were just depictions of his nightmares and he couldn't have her finding them and worrying. He crumpled them and stuffed them in his pocket before ripping out two more, a blank page and the picture of her.

He still remembered memorizing every feature of her face just to draw it, but he felt there was no real way to capture her beauty like this, not by drawing it. Her beauty was held in her reactions and the motion of her smile and in her laugh, her touch, and her compassion that he couldn't capture on a still sheet of paper with any amount of art supplies she curated for him so lovingly.

He felt tears burn at his eyes as he tried to think of what to say to her, what would make her feel alright, what would comfort her the way his arms did, but there was nothing.

He told himself it was just a few days, and that's what he wrote down to her too. He made sure she knew he loved her, that this was his home. It was all he could do. He wasn't happy with the way the note turned out, it didn't seem like enough, but then again he didn't want her to think this was a goodbye forever.

"Never. Never for forever."

His own words from last night were now echoing through his head from when she had whispered to him not to leave her.

He would never. He may leave for work one day, a run to the store, but he'd never leave her. No matter what, he would fight tooth and nail to come home to her smiling face.

He let out a sigh as he folded the note and the picture and left it on the dresser, their dresser with both their things still inside.

He walked over to where she slept and looked down at her with a knot forming in his throat. He finally let himself brush the hair from her face just so he could lean in and press a soft kiss to her warm forehead.

He swallowed down the knot to speak.

"I love you. I'll be back." It was less than a whisper, but it was enough.

Slowly he made his way through the apartment, just looking at everything. The sofa where he woke up spending most of his days learning to speak again. The window that looked to the street below that he found terrifying in the beginning but later became his inspiration for drawings. The kitchen where he made the mess in the middle of the night, thinking she would yell at him for it and belittle him but she didn't. He had also watched her make dinner here. He remembered how she would cut things so carefully not to cut herself as she talked to him. Jungkook took a small paring knife from the drawer and stashed it away in his back pocket.

The bathroom. Both of their toothbrushes sat in a cup on the bathroom sink along with his electric razor, her birth control pills and a few other of her odds and ends that he had come accustomed to looking at everyday now.

The bathtub, where he awkwardly first saw her naked and was unable to pull the image from his mind. After that he daydreamed often about making love to her there with the shower on, their bodies dripping, her hair wet.

He hadn't gotten yelled at for walking in on her accidentally either like he thought he would. As a matter of fact, she never yelled at him until last night, she never made him feel like he was less than her or anyone else even though he had been in his eyes.

He had to go.

He couldn't waste anymore time here in case she woke up.

He made sure to lock the door behind him as he left.

He didn’t go far though, just to Yoongi's door where it seemed like he had to knock forever just to wake him up.

He expected the short, dark haired to be surprised at seeing him standing at his door, but he wasn't, he just looked tired as he motioned wordlessly for Jungkook to come in.

"She leave for work or something?" Yoongi let out a yawn as he closed the door behind them.

"No. She's asleep. Yoongi, do you think we could talk for a minute? I know it's early but..."

This was what surprised Yoongi. His sleepy eyes had gone wide at Jungkook speaking clearly, perfectly.

"I- uh- oh yeah. I forgot." He finally settled on an answer that didn't really make sense to Jungkook. "Want coffee?"

Jungkook nodded and followed him to his kitchen that looked like the one at home but with more things in monotone colors.

Jungkook quietly leaned against the counter as

Yoongi started on the coffee. Jungkook waited for the questions but nothing was said until they both sat down at the pajama clad man's small dining table.

"Sorry man, it's so weird hearing you talk, she said you could now, but it's still weird to hear. She told me everything, well, mostly. I know you're here because you're leaving. You're coming back, right?" That must've been what Yoongi had forgotten Jungkook guessed.

"Yeah, of course I am. I just came to tell you that it might be a few days. I just want to figure some things out, for both of us. I know she doesn't want me to go, but she does, I'm on the fence about it too. I mean I'd like to remember and be able to tell her stories from when I was a kid, tell her about how my family was, I'd like to tell my kids one day too how I was when I was their age."

"Kids huh?"

Jungkook looked across the table to see Yoongi smile which he rarely ever seemed to do.

"I don't know though since she did once vacuum crumbs off me muttering about that was why she didn’t have kids, but I probably wouldn't let her vacuum the kids." Jungkook couldn't help but gin as Yoongi did.

"That does seem like something she would do. She'd be a good mom though, she's very caring and likes to care for others, always puts them before herself."

Jungkook couldn't agree more.

"I love her." He once again announced as he stared into the blackness of his coffee "So I know how upset she'll be over this. That day you two got into that argument and you told me to take care of her, I did. Now I'm asking you to do the same for me. Take care of her please, hug her, hold her if she cries about this. Just tell her I'm coming back. I left her a note... so maybe it won't be so hard for her."

"If you're really going to come back, why does it sound like you're thinking you might not?"

Jungkook took a deep breath, debating on what to tell him.

"I have these nightmares... and I just... I want to know why."

"Understandable."

"They could be nothing, just some fears all compiled together, you know. Just don't tell her. I don't want her to worry, she knows about them anyway, their not much to talk about anyway. I'll be back though, I will."

"Jungkook, if you see that girl are you prepared for it all to possibly come rushing back to you? I gave her reassurance last night when she came to me with all of this, but to be honest I have my doubts you'll want to let go of the life you had when it comes back to you and hits hard and powerful. You have no idea what you had before, none of us do."

"I..." it had crossed his mind "I'll be back." It was the only assurance he could give.

"I swear to god if you don't, I'll come looking for you, and you won't like it." Yoongi's dark threat didn't fall on deaf ears. Jungkook took a drink of the warm, dark liquid before staring back down into it.

"Fair enough."

"I'll take care of her Jungkook." The tone of Yoongi's promise was more than enough to reassure him. Jungkook knew how Yoongi felt about her, it was obvious, just not to her. He had always been a good guy to Jungkook, he had helped, he cared about so much even though he covered up with his chilly outer shell.

Jungkook looked up from the coffee for just a moment again.

"I know you will."

He left the apartment complex with a crumpled piece of paper that Yoongi had given him with y/n's number written on it, and nerves spiking. It wasn't just because he was away from her, outside, on his own without her. It was just something else. He felt as if he were about to walk into his own nightmares. Then again he thought it could just be the anxiety of being entirely without her making him want to turn back, convincing him something bad would happen irrationally if he didn't.

His breathing was heavy and fast even though he was taking his time walking, sweat beaded uncomfortably all over his body even though the morning was cool. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate his head felt light and dizzy. He felt like crying, he wanted to go home, his body begged him to.

Some people would call this a panic attack but Jungkook called it getting over his fears of being out on his own and not glued annoyingly to her side.

He told himself over and over he would be fine, he would be home in no time, he would come back with the answers they both needed.

But deep,

deep,

deep down that little knowing voice told him that he knew he might not come back. Ever. But that wouldn't stop him from fighting tooth and nail to try.

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