#and truly the star of this book let's be honest

[rosepompadour]

She lost herself completely. She went into a trance and started quoting dates and speeches and great chunks from the letters of Anne Boleyn as though there were no one else there. People kept staring at this excessively good-looking girl sitting there listing off dates and times and opinions on who actually wrote 'Greensleeves.'

— Eva Rice, The Misinterpretation of Tara Jupp

#i feel seen #of course lucy would know that henry didn't have fuck-all to do with greensleeves #she's a gem #and truly the star of this book let's be honest #the misinterpretation of tara jupp #eva rice

[servicpop]

hello!

soo, you said to 'flood' your inbox so..may i ask for nanami from jjk? just some sweet domestic fluff, like marriage? i dunno.

if you decide to disregard or ignore this, its okay!

✶ ﹑ sleepy cuddles _

NOW STARRING : hubby nanami x male!reader

「ㅤSFWㅤ」ㅤcuddling on the couch with your husband!

✙ warnings — none, just fluff!

notes ,, I love nanami sm nonnie... I hope you like it!

The door clicked to your newly bought home as Nanami walked inside, greeting you with a small loving smile. You had been married to Nanami for a few weeks now, your wedding was set on a beautiful beach in Kuantan, Malaysia. It was truly magical to say the least.

Nanami always finished work later than you did, must've been hard teaching and going on missions but he always made sure to come back as quickly as possible. As he stood at the doorway, you got up from lounging on the couch and walked up to Nanami with a little more excitement in your step. Your hands met Nanami's tie that was resting on his chest and slipped your index finger at the knot, sliding it down.

"How was work?" You asked, placing your husband's tie to the side as your arms wrapped around his waist in a small hug with your ear pressed against his heartbeat. You sighed contently when you felt Nanami's strong and muscular arms wrap around your body tightly as if he never wanted to let you go. He kissed the crown of your head and inhaled your scent. He missed you. Even he lived with you, he still missed you everytime he had to go to work.

"It was alright, the students are doing great," Nanami replied, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. He danced you over to the couch, laying down on it before calling you over to cuddle with him with a flick of his fingers. You complied, settling yourself on Nanami's lap before laying down ontop of him with your chest against his and your face snuggled in the crook of his neck. He had onee arm wrapped around your back while another reached for a book placed on the coffee table.

This was the most calm you've ever been in awhile. The warmth radiating off of Nanami and the plush cushion of his chest was almost enough to lull you to sleep. In a way he was like a big teddy bear, always there to cuddle but he remained relatively still as he read his book. You looked up at his face, admiring the definition in his face, his eyes, his nose, his mouth. You were just the luckiest boy on earth. You moved your hand to Nanami's shirt, fiddling with his buttons silently as your ears tuned into his steady breaths, it was a habit by now.

The silver glimmer of the ring adorning your finger caught Nanami's gaze and he let out a gruff chuckle, placing his book down ontop of your back as his gaze casted down towards your fingers.

"Do you like it? The ring," He whispered, his own hands running through your hair, massaging your scalp with those thick fingers of his. It was quite an expensive ring as it was custom made, just for you. Your ring had carvings on the inside of Nanami's initials whereas Nanami's had carvings of yours. To be honest, he wasn't used to seeing the ring fit so perfectly on your finger and he sure wasn't used to the fluttering feeling in his chest.

You nodded at his question before laying your head down on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, quicker than usual now that you were here. Nanami noticed how your eyes fluttered, trying to stay awake and his gaze softened. He shuffled slightly before wrapping both his arms around you, tilting his head down to whisper a few words. "Are you sleepy?" He asked, rubbing circles on your back. He took the lack of a nod as a yes.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart."

♡

notes ,, 'v been really tired lately from work but I wanted to at least get something out! Sorry it's short

#bottom male reader #male reader #jjk x male reader #nanami x male reader #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #servicpop — fics/drabbles

[baileypie-writes]

~I Want to Break Free - Part 2~

Velvet and Veneer + Younger Sibling!Reader

Part 1 here!

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Familial

Synopsis: Velvet, Veneer and the trolls save you from Lemon Pop.

Warnings: Abusive and manipulative behavior(Lemon Pop), Reader being tortured, blood and a broken nose(Reader), Velvet swearing.

Story Requested By: @sweetheartturtle2007

Tags: @sweetheartturtle2007 @reizuuuu @dark-stars-and-the-moons-melody

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You didn’t have any energy left to scream as your musical talent was painfully sucked out of your body once again. You were honestly surprised that you had any talent left to give. Your arms and legs were almost completely translucent, and your hair was more white than it was your natural color.

You flopped into the floor with a loud thud, making you groan. “Haven’t you had enough? This is the seventh time you’ve done this just today.” You asked Lemon Pop, your face being squished by the floor, muffling your speech slightly.

Lemon Pop laughed. “Aw, are you tired? Well, too bad. It’s a busy day, and the people want me to sing!”

“I’m sure they’d also like you to be honest.” You mumbled, but Lemon heard.

She stomped over to you, and grabbed your face harshly, forcing you to look at her. “Hey, at least I’m putting your talent to good use instead of posting stupid covers on the internet.” She mocked you. She let go of your face, making it fall to the ground, and bang your nose on the floor. You yelped in pain.

Lemon quickly checked herself in the mirror, before opening the door to leave. “You should probably put a bandaid on that or something.” She said, then left the room, slamming the door behind her.

You got up, with some struggle. You were so weak, you had to grab the wall for support. After looking at yourself in the mirror, you saw what Lemon Pop was talking about. Your nose was bleeding, a result from what happened just moments before. It looked pretty busted too, probably broken.

You grabbed some tissues from the vanity, and held them on your nose. You thought back to how this all happened. You would’ve never guessed Lemon Pop’s true intentions when you first met her. She was so kind. But despite this, you still called yourself stupid for falling for her tricks. You missed your freedom, and you missed your family and friends. Lemon truly proved how messed up she was by forbidding you from seeing them.

All the memories from before this mess flooded your brain, and you wished you could have your old life back. Then the reality sank in that in the next few days, you’d probably be dead. Lemon was using more and more of your talent each day, and there wasn’t much left. This broke you, and you crumbled to the ground and cried.

~~~~

Veneer accelerated the speed of his car, following the lights of what were obviously coming from Lemon Pop’s concert. The sky above it glowed of yellow, matching the yellow traffic light that Veneer sped past.

“Drive faster, Veneer!” Velvet pestered.

“I can’t! Any faster, and we’d crash! I’m surprised that we haven’t even been pulled over yet!”

Before they could argue anymore, Rosetta interrupted. “We’re almost there! I can hear Lemon singing!”

The twins became quiet to listen. They could hear her as well, and they hated how good she sounded. That was your talent. And she was using it for her own benefit. They new it made then hypocrites to be mad, but at least now they finally understood how Brozone felt.

Veneer pulled into the parking lot, not even bothering to find a proper spot. Everyone hopped out of the car, and started booking it to the concert. Only a few seconds after beginning to run, Velvet and Veneer heard tiny voices from a distance behind them.

“Hey! Wait up!” Branch complained. Velvet rolled her eyes, and she and Veneer walked back to the trolls. They scooped them up, each twin taking half, and resumed the rescue.

Mount Rageons were jumping and screaming. Velvet and Veneer could barely see Lemon Pop at all.

“Ugh! How are we gonna get to her?” Velvet growled. She barely heard herself over all the screaming.

“I have an idea!” Poppy exclaimed. “Velvet, Veneer and the bros, you focus on finding (name). Rosetta, Viva and I will get to Lemon Pop!” She said. Once everyone agreed, the three troll ladies stretched out their hair, and swung upwards to the ceiling. Then, the rest of them went to find a door to backstage.

~~~~

After Veneer created a distraction by making his car alarm go off, the guards were gone. The twins and Brozone made it inside, and began searching for you.

“Where do you think (name) is? This place is huge!” Asked Bruce.

“Well, when we had Floyd trapped,” Veneer started. Floyd huffed, annoyed by how causally he said it. “we kept him in our dressing room.”

“Ok, then let’s check there. And please, be quiet.” Branch reminded for the hundredth time.

They made it to the dressing room in little time, and were alarmed when they heard sobbing coming from inside. Velvet and Veneer rushed to the door, and flung it open.

You gasped, startled. Once you and your siblings locked eyes, your crying stopped. “Velvet, Veneer? Why are you here?”

“What does it look like, idiot? We’re here to save you!” Velvet said. She and Veneer rushed over to you, enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug. Brozone stepped aside, so you guys could have your moment. You were so happy to see them, and started crying again. The twins pulled away, taking a good look at you to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“Oh my gosh, what happened to your nose?! It looks broken!” Veneer asked, holding your face to examine it.

“Oh, that was an accident. I’m fine. I just wanna go home.” You said through tears. The twins looked at you, and gave you a reassuring nod. Suddenly, you heard what sounded like an angry mob coming from the location of the concert.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“Our friends are handling Lemon Pop, so I’m guessing they broke the news. Let’s go see!” John Dory spoke up. Velvet and Veneer helped you up from your spot on the floor, and you all made your way to where the stage was.

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“Are you guys really believing a few trolls over me? They’re clearly lying!” Lemon Pop shouted in anger. Her ugly side was coming out, which was not helping her attempt to prove her “innocence”.

You and everyone else had made it to the stage. You, Velvet and Veneer hopped on, causing the audience to erupt in gasps.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Velvet shouted, nearly launching herself at Lemon. But you stopped her.

“The trolls are telling the truth. My name is (name), and Lemon Pop’s been stealing my talent.” To prove yourself, you rolled up your long sleeves, showing the audience your translucent arms. Another wave of gasps flooded the room.

“She did the same to me too!” Rosetta chimed in. Now the audience was angry, shouting at the pop star they paid to see. Lemon Pop was backed into a corner, with no way out. At that point, the guards had decided to take action, and made their way to her with a pair of handcuffs.

You and your siblings smiled at each other in victory.

~~~~

(A Few Weeks Later…)

Your road to recovery has been nothing but successful. Your hair color was coming back, which you were very pleased about. You didn’t want to live the rest of your life looking like an old person. Your arms and legs were also not so translucent anymore. It’s gone down to your hands and feet.

Lemon Pop was serving her time in prison, which would be a few years. This made you feel relieved, to say the least.

“Hey kid! How’re you doing?” Veneer said, entering your room with Velvet.

“I’m good!” You said.

“Great! Look at that, your nose looks much better now!”

He was right. Your nose was almost fully recovered. You’d be taking off the bandage in a couple of days.

“So, what’re you doing?” Velvet asked.

“Oh, just working on a new song.” You said. Since being saved, you decided to become a singer. You’ve released a few songs already, and they’ve done really well. You already have a ton of fans, who’ve supported you after the whole incident. You’ve completely replaced Lemon Pop, and both you and your siblings are proud of that.

“Cool. Can we hear it?” Velvet asked. Veneer nodded, agreeing with her question.

“Sure!”

You’re forever grateful for your siblings and for the trolls. Because of them, you’re not dead, and you’re able to start a career. You’re using your own given talent to be successful, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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~~baileypie-writes

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[harrysfolklore]

Bubba's first day of school!!

4th day !! thank you for sticking by we’re almost done <3 i have to be honest, this is my favorite written piece i’ve done so give it some loooove

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"Are we sure he needs to go?" Harry's whiny voice echoed through your ears, you were currently in the kitchen packing your baby boy's lunch, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich along with crackers and star shaped kiwis and strawberries, just how he liked it.

"We talked about this, H, he's four now he needs to go to school," you told your whiny husband, turning around to look at him and noticing the prominent pout on his face "Oh come on, stop being dramatic, It's just going to be a few hours and he'll be back home." you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up at him, he gave you the biggest puppy eyes you've ever seen and you internally chuckled thinking about how he was being more dramatic than his four year old.

"But what if he feels lonely? What if- what if it's hard for him to talk to the other kids and he feels sad? Besides, you've been doing a great job educating him, you know, he's way smarter than other four year olds, he doesn't need school, baby, we can homeschool him together, yeah we could do that and- " you listened to his rambling with a small smile on your face, before he continued on, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and pecked his lips firmly.

"First of all, breathe," you told him when you pulled away, you watched him do as you said and let out a small 'done' right after "Second of all, this is your son we're talking about, honey, he's going to befriend every single kid as soon as he walks into the classroom, he has your extroverted demeanor and bubbly personality, he'll be fine," he grabbed one of your wrists and kissed your palm that was still holding his face, you could tell that he was still anxious about the entire thing, "And as tempting as having him at home all day sounds, he needs to go out there and interact with other kids, and learn from actual teachers and not just me and my parenting books." he continued pressing kisses on your palm and the inside of your wrist before he brought you in for a hug, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and scratched his scalp. He just needed to be baby-ed for a while and he would be fine.

"I know, I know. You're right, I'm just being a dramatic, overprotective dad who wants his boy to stay little forever." you couldn't help but melt at his words, watching Harry become a dad made you fall in love with him all over again, there was something about him teaching your son how to brush his teeth, tie his shoelaces, how to respect others and treat people with kindness, you wouldn't change that for anything.

"You truly are an overprotective dad, I can't even imagine how bad is going to get when we have a little girl." you said with a little smirk, and one made its way to Harry's face at your words, already feeling giddy about what you were implying "Are you suggesting It's time for baby #2?" he pulled you closer and connected your lips together, you let him grab the back of your neck to deepen the kiss but a little voice calling for you made you stop.

"Mummy, daddy, I'm ready for school!" your little boy squealed, his voice laced with excitement and the pitter-patter of his tiny feet dragging him all the way to the kitchen.

"We'll continue this later," he whispered against your lips before pecking them one last time and letting go of your waist to pick his son up from the ground. "There's my baby bubba, because you're still my baby, right? You might go to big boy school but you're still a baby" he obnoxiously pecked your baby's cheek and tickled his belly, making him squeal and laugh "Come on, say bye to mummy before we head out" he passed the little boy to your arms and you couldn't help but get a bit emotional, even though you were giving a lecture to your husband about it just minutes ago.

"Remember to have lots of fun and be kind, okay?" you softly told him, pecking his forehead and smiling at the cheery "Okay!" he let out.

You put him down and watched as he jogged to you husband who was waiting for him by the front door, with his little backpack hanging on his broad shoulder, and with a final wave and a flew kisses blown your way, they were out of the house.

You found yourself getting a bittersweet feeling over your son starting school, you felt emotional and a tad bit sad over you baby not being so baby anymore, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel excited about the tiny human that was growing inside your belly that would be the new baby of the house in a few months. And of course, you couldn't wait to tell your husband.

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[maruzzewrites]

magical touch.

Gale and Tav/Reader use the tadpole and the Weave to have a physical connection. n/sfw content!

It is a night like any other. Under the stars, spent at the campsite where everyone is either resting or taking the time to be friendly when the day is filled with perilous fights of all kinds.

Gale is by his tent, pacing back and forth with a book in hand as he recites another spell he is trying to memorize. So many variations to the same components, and each person may understand only a fraction of them. The way the Weave reacts to each individual is truly a sight to behold and he will never tire to sing its praises.

The only thing that can distract him from his studies is right about to come by. Gale notices them approaching, and he closes the book as soon as he is sure they are coming towards him. He smiles wide and welcoming as he finds a place for his tome and then goes to hold their face, kiss them tenderly in greeting.

The days are so packed with adventures, one may forget to cultivate interpersonal relationships.

He is about to offer to spend some time together that they raise a question that seems promising, “Do you think the tadpole along with the Weave can make us feel the same things, if we try?”

Many others would think the question odd or inopportune due to their circumstances, but Gale is on the same page about the inherent curiosity of learning more and more about magic and its applications. He ponders on the matter before giving an answer, “We can share thoughts and the Weave is powerful enough to blow away entire cities. It is my theory that we can assume magic could deepen the connection between two people infected by the same parasite.”

They nod, and they seem to contemplate the implications of that answer for a moment. They seem almost embarrassed, for some reason.

The cause of that, though, is soon evident when they pose another question, “Do you think we can use it for, you know… Physical matters?”

Gale, once again, ponders on the question. It doesn’t take much to understand what they are trying to imply with their wording, and he can understand the embarrassment linked to speaking of something so intimate where someone else could listen. Gale has to be honest and admit that, now that the idea is in his mind, he cannot really let it go without trying.

Sure, if the experiment would prove unfruitful it could be a bit disappointing, but the eventuality of experiencing something akin to magical intercourse with someone that is not the very essence of magic like it was with Mystra. To be able to overwrite even that small aspect of his past to compose another ode to his new, bright relationship is something that he cannot and isn’t intent on refusing.

“You’re thinking creatively, which is an important and laudable skill to have in life. I suppose we can say something like that could be possible if we enhance our connection,” he babbles and then stops. He thinks carefully before speaking again, “And I wouldn’t want to experience something similar with anyone else. If I can be so bold, would you like to accompany me on this stimulating attempt that could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the both of us?”

There is delight in their smile, a silent thanks for understanding immediately what they were talking about and the excitement that comes from a promise over a shared desire. Trying new things, together, is always an event that creates expectations and anticipation, despite one’s attempts to calm their own nerves, and Gale cannot help but share the trepidation that is bubbling up in his chest now.

He clears his throat before inviting them inside his tent, away from prying eyes. He knows their companions would never invade their privacy, but for good measure he does secure the closing of the tent. He hopes no one is too curious about their early disappearance, but he assumes everyone can logic the reason in their minds.

To light the space, now that they’re inside, he uses a simple light spell. Nothing he has to focus on as they attempt to create some sort of connection between their bodies through nothing but their own minds. He casts it on a stone that he finds on the ground, places it where they both can see, and then sits down in front of his partner.

They seems to follow every movement of his, and Gale can recognize something familiar in their gaze: want. It’s the same look he knows he has in his own eyes when he looks at them, but having it directed towards him is flattering and fills him with a warm sense of pride. There is always a sense of lacking within himself, there is always something to demonstrate and to reach, but to be looked at as someone to be reached and wanted is a sensation Gale will never tire of.

To be desired like a peer, how wonderful of a feeling it is. And to be proposed all sorts of new experiences not because it’s the only way things can be, but because there is a genuine desire to share and live through them with him. A feeling a man can hardly go without, once felt.

So they sit one in front of the other, silent for a while, looking at each other with longing.

Then, how he is used to, Gale speaks, “So. Do you want this to be a completely hands off experience or do you wish to hold hands throughout the whole ordeal?”

They seem surprised by the question, and think on it for a moment. Gale understands, because to act like they thought, they probably would have to not touch any part of each other’s body. However, sitting in silence in a small space without even letting their finger brush could be a bit weird at first. Gale supposes he can give his own opinion on the matter, “I would like the experiment to be as genuine as possible. We always have other occasions to hold hands.”

They blink. Then they nod, they say they can do that and sit up a bit straighter than before. It’s their turn to speak, “I’d say we close our eyes and concentrate, yes?”

“Yes. I will guide the Weave to flow between us, and you just follow my lead. Just do what comes naturally.” Gale clears his throat again, closes his eyes and raises his hands before opening just one eye to look mischievously towards his partner, “And no peeking while I do my somatic components.”

They giggle at the joke, a short and melodious sound that adds a touch of light to the whole situation. Gale observes as they also close their eyes, cross their legs in front of them, and then relaxes their body as the usual connection that comes from the tadpoles starts to be created between them.

Gale is a honest man, so he also closes his eyes and starts to motion in accordance with what the Weave asks him to do. His hands move through the air until he feels tendrils of its energy twist all around him, taking hold of his essence and slowly linking it with theirs.

He feels them shifting in front of him at the sensation, and the tadpoles seem to react to the new condition as well. They resonate and, enhanced by the power of magic, Gale doesn’t only share the same thoughts with them. Now, he feels it, he shares the same flesh and bones, the blood in their veins and the beat of their heart. He feels the sensation of the air on their skin, the hard earth under their legs, and the eagerness of a person who knows it worked.

Gale wonders only for a second what it’s like for them to share their body and feel his, before he has to bite his own lip to keep a moan in as something akin to a caress travels up his forearm, from wrist to elbow. It’s a languid movement that sends electricity up his back, not because he’s particularly sensitive in that area, but because everything feels amplified.

Every nerve under his skin reacts, and there isn’t even an actual hand on his body. He tries to do the same, to imagine his own hand reach down and push their body together by pulling his partner in, burying his head in their neck and inhaling their scent.

He feels it so clearly and vividly, so heightened by the connection that he fears he might lose his focus.

One step after the other, they touch and probe at their metaphysical bodies. And pure ecstasy pools up at the base of Gale’s stomach with each touch, with each movement he makes to brush against the shared body, and with the very knowledge that they are coming undone just like him if the little gasps and pants that arrive from time to time are any indication.

They are not even imagining anything complete, just tender and lovely touches that usually come before the event proper. Preparations, if one wants to call them that, and Gale cannot phantom what it would be like to abandon restraints completely and go into the depths of carnal (metaphysically speaking) desire.

But one step at a time. Perhaps next time they will venture further, but magic can be dangerous if one doesn’t learn with graduality and careful consideration of their own limits. Of course, Gale is a prodigy, but he wants to be sure his partner won’t be harmed by this kind of power.

So, for now, he lures them in with teasing touches as promises of more to come eventually. It’s a dance they make in unison, fingertips tracing each other bodies, an arm around the other’s chest, a kiss that barely touches the neck and leaves a wet trail behind. A lot of small gestures that accumulate into that heat that is building up in his belly, rising and rising like a fire ready to engulf him.

Suddenly, he feel the tension snap. A pleasing feeling, familiar, washes over him with a strength he never experienced before. It feels wonderful, to share such a feeling, and he hears from the other side of the tent a delightful noise of bliss in that voice he so dearly adores.

He cannot resist, he has to look. He opens his eyes just barely to look over. They are curling up on themselves, face flushed and sweat running down their forehead. They are still clothed, like he is, but there are the telltale signs of arousal that show just how much they enjoyed the little experiment.

Then suddenly, they also open their eyes and the connection wavers, then interrupts. They have a smile on their face, loose, lazy, and content. On their hand and knees, they approach Gale and throw their arms around his neck to push him down onto his back, playfully.

“Cheater. You said no peeking.”

They laugh together, and prepare for an actual night of passion with each other.

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[seangelfish]

hihiii been loving ur es plant asks!! could i request for coriander and anemone for natsume please o(^∇^)o thank you <3

A/N: Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying them!! ♡ ～('▽^人) Sorry for the wait!

Natsume Sakasaki

🌼 coriander: what do they love the most about their s/o, both physical and personality-wise?

− Physically, Natsume loves your waist. With every chance he gets, his hand automatically reaches for your waist to hold gently. He loves holding you there since he is able to draw you closer to him.

You tiptoe, reaching for the book on the highest shelf. You were just out of reach, but you still believe that you can get it without asking for help.

Just before your fingers could touch the book, a hand swoops in and takes it whilst another hand grabs your waist.

"You could've just asked, you know?" says Natsume with a smirk, pulling you towards him.

You grin nervously. "I know, but I didn't want to disturb you..."

"You can disturb me for all I care."

With you closer to him, he is able to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

– Personality-wise, he loves your curiosity especially when it revolves around his magic. You show genuine interest in this side of him and he's always so happy to show you anything magic-related.

"Natsume! Show me more of your magic tricks!" you exclaim excitedly. Your boyfriend had already shown you three magic tricks in a row, but you still wanted to see more of what he was capable of.

Natsume just chuckles at this and is more than happy to show you more. "Of course, kitten. Now, let's see what's behind your ear~"

– Additionally, he loves how real and honest you are. Natsume tends to be harsh and brutal with his words with others, so he appreciates that you are somewhat similar to him. However, if you're a sensitive person and he's harsh on you, he'll be quick to comfort you, but he loves this soft part of you too.

"Haha, you can be so sensitive," Natsume coos as he holds your face softly. "I'm sorry, (Y/N), truly."

🌼 anemone: how would they react if their s/o is sick?

− In actuality, he's extremely worried about you, but he doesn't really show the extremeness. He teases you throughout the whole session of him trying to 'heal' you back to health, but despite his remarks of "What did I tell you, (Y/N)? I told you to bring a jacket" or "That's what happens when you don't take care of yourself", he never leaves your side whatsoever – only when you ask him for something though.

− He stirs up some remedies for you when you're sick. Usually, it's some sort of potion he had brewing. When he nurses you, it always feels like a fairytale from a storybook since it feels so magical to have an actual magician take care of you. It makes you laugh a bit, but you always enjoy times like this.

"Alright, (Y/N), drink this," Natsume orders, handing you a warm mug.

"Oh... is it another potion of yours?" you ask curiously, inspecting the golden liquid.

"No, it's just tea."

– After Natsume takes care of you, you tend to always feel 100% better if not more. You get better a lot quickly when he's the one taking care of you, and you're always so thankful to have him there for you.

– Those potions of his really do work, huh?

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[artist-issues]

What are the best stories you've seen that have a theme of forgiveness? If not strictly about forgiveness, then any themes along the lines of retribution, redemption arcs, or even "seeing through another's eyes" (I may or may not have rewatched Brother Bear recently lol)

Well, we’ve got all my old standbys. Cinderella, of course, is a story that really has forgiveness in it, because Cinderella wholeheartedly forgives her stepfamily for mistreating her. (Actually, she might be “forbearance,” not forgiveness.) But they’re completely off her hook. I think there’s a really great moment of forgiveness between Nick and Judy in Zootopia that gets overlooked. Frozen, with Anna and Elsa. Brother Bear is a really great example, truly! I love that movie.

I think some of my other favorites include the original A Star is Born, or even the Judy Garland remake. (Those also might be more “forbearance.”) I think one of the best examples I ever saw of forgiveness was in Avatar: the Last Airbender, which everybody knows:

And of course, ‘Til We Have Faces and The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis have some of the best-distilled forgiveness moments in any stories, ever. There are sweet ones in The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald, too, though they’re not as dramatic. In Anne’s House of Dreams, by L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s repeated forgiveness of Leslie’s coldheartedness or rudeness is a really simple but awesome example of day-to-day forgiveness.

I don’t easily think of a lot of good examples of it in stories. Brother Bear definitely has it, because without it, the story doesn’t work—Sitka wouldn’t help Kenai to learn from his wrongs, Kenai would’ve been killed by Denahi, Koda would’ve been left alone—but I don’t think forgiveness is the main focus of the movie. I think it’s a load-bearing component, but not the focus.

You’re making me want to see a movie that really homes in on that!

The thing is, I guess, for forgiveness to be the focus of a movie, there has to be a character that 100% definitely does the complete wrong, inexcusable thing to another character. Something that he deserves to be on the hook for. Then he has to acknowledge that he did the wrong thing and want forgiveness. And then the other character, the one who was wronged, has to willingly acknowledge that wrong and then let the offender off the hook. It’s not just “we’ll pretend this didn’t happen.” It’s both parties acknowledging that wrong was done, and having an exchange that ends in reconciliation. It’s got grace and mercy wrapped up in it.

Not many movies have true moments like this. Usually, one character is super sorry and the other character just seems to brush off whatever they did with like, a callback to an inside joke or something. (I’m thinking if Treasure Planet, to be honest.) Or, the situation necessitates that they put their conflict aside and work together, and then after the day is saved they sort of “get over” all that and swagger off into the sunset together.

As far as “redemption” goes—gee, all the old standbys! All the ones I mentioned above, plus Star Wars, plus East of Eden (the movie, not the book) plus, of course, my all-time favorite movie, Lilo & Stitch.

In Lilo & Stitch, you have the ugly little creature who belongs absolutely nowhere, is by definition a blight on nature and an abomination of existence, who was actively created to ruin everything. And he does it, and he takes delight in it. But there’s this little girl who gets pushed down, gets her doll chewed on, gets rejected when she’s most in need of his companionship—and she just keeps on loving him anyway. Because she’s chosen to, not because he did anything to deserve it. And then that infects him. That idea of family—of someone choosing to love you, no matter how ugly you are inside and out, and by choosing to love you, they create a place where you belong. No matter what. And that changes him. A germ from outside of him changes him from a literal world-destroying, home-shattering selfish monster into something new, something adopted, something loved.

I’d call it a story about committed love and grace, not necessarily redemption—because the focus of the story isn’t really “Stitch does something wrong but then through a process of pain and transformative struggle, redeems that wrong.” That’s not the focus of the story. But it’s still “bad character becomes good.” And I can’t help but talk about Lilo & Stitch once you get me started on it, sorry!

I think the best redemption stories are some of the ones I’ve listed above, plus East of Eden, Beauty & the Beast, and really, truly Sydney Carton from Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities.

And I think Kylo Ren was well on his way to being one of the best redemption stories of all time, if TROS hadn’t fumbled the ending so clumsily—but that’s another post for another time! I don’t know if this satisfactorily answered your question, but it was fun to ramble about and I’ll tag you if I make another post as more come to mind.

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards- The Star, King of Swords, 5 of Cups, 9 of Wands, 10 of Cups, 4 of Swords

Bottom of the deck- The Empress

Charm- Butterly

Hello, my beautiful pile 1. I hear, “I get overwhelmed so easily my anxiety creeps inside of me making it hard to breathe. What comes over me feels like I am somebody else.” During this eclipse, the universe is asking you to release self-doubt regarding your persona. People don't see who you truly are and the need for validation makes you feel trapped. But pile 1 I see how beautiful you are. Maybe some people think that you are weird but it's just that their taste is limited. Sometimes you see your worth and sometimes it hurts too bad when someone else cannot appreciate you for who you are. Who wouldn't like to be loved? It's time to change the way you approach things and the way you have been doing things. You're on the healing journey but all you need is a final breakthrough that finally pulls you out of this cycle of going to and fro from feeling worthy and unworthy. My dear pile 1 your wish regarding emotional fulfillment and being seen is coming true. You will soon finally be able to build strong boundaries and a loving relationship with someone. Someone around you appreciates you so much. This eclipse you are asked to release the grief and ignorance. You've thought enough, you've felt enough. It's time you let go and make the first move if you're hesitant to make an important decision. It's your thoughts and hurt that are trying to protect you from getting hurt again. But I can clearly see that you aren't going to get hurt. This eclipse spend time with the person you love. It can be anyone. Your family, friends, boyfriend/girlfriend. Some of you wished for a certain connection for a very long time and you know it's healthy for you. You're a bit afraid though. Your mind knows that your wish is coming true in front of your eyes but it's your heart that is afraid of some kind of commitment. You're just replaying the old scenarios. You guys wished so hard and it's coming true. And now when the wish is coming true you're afraid. God, your heart! You still have a long way to go but please don't forget that you've come so far. But for what? To give up? Giving up is not in your cards pile 1. For many of you, I see it's love interest but even if it's something else please do what's needed to finally have this wish in your life. This situation is in your hands. Only you can do something about it. Make sure you do what's best for you! After doing so much just don't keep yourself in isolation or on the other side. I hear, “I am a little bit honest. I am starting to fear the things I have wanted. Like hold your hands and talking.” Don't be so arrogant to think that you don't deserve something too good to be true. God bless you, pile 1. I hope everything works out in your favor.

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Pile 2

Tarot cards- The Lovers, 6 of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, The Fool, Knight of Wands, King of Cups

Bottom of the deck- 3 Pentacles

Charm- Key

Hello, my dear pile 2. I see duality in your cards. Some of you seem to be in a dilemma about starting a new journey. Everything depends on your decision. The wheel will move as soon as you make the decision. So I wouldn't suggest you rush because soon you'll get the clarity. Perhaps on the day of the eclipse itself which is on the 28th of October. You've been working on something. For some of you, there is someone involved in what you have been working on. Maybe your decision affects someone and that is why you can't decide. But your cards are quite favorable so I definitely see victory for you, pile 2. A cycle is ending in your life and a new cycle is beginning. Don't let your emotions stop you from starting this new cycle. You'll love what's coming for you after making the right decision. Don't be impatient or competitive. I also see that some of you may have participated in a competition or something and are now waiting for the results. You guys are going to win this competition. Just don't wish bad for your competitors but hope for the best for yourself. But for others, I definitely see emotions that may come in between and you might feel unstable. So think before you act. There's a small tip here that says that you guys are missing a detail. Keep your eyes open. You are so excited about something and also overwhelmed at the same time that you might miss something so important for you to enjoy this victory or a new start. Pile 2, I see confidence in you but I also see that it will only take a moment for you to cross the line and become overconfident. If you apply for a job or something the chances of your selection are pretty good. Remember to use your words wisely. For some of you, I see that your words create magic. And such a gift must be taken care of. Your smile, your aura, and your thoughts are infectious. All you need to do is keep the balance. The moment you make a mistake everything can go downhill. So please release the need to talk unnecessarily or prove your point. Handle situations calmly and keep the balance. You guys are literally one decision away from the success. Keep your calm. Don't burn someone with your fire. Stay away from overoptimism, overconfidence, and overindulgence. Release if such emotions come to the surface and you will see everything working out for you. A new opportunity is definitely knocking at your door. Keep your eyes open. Keep yourself up to date and you won't miss a detail. God bless you, pile 2. May everything work out for you eventually.

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Pile 3

Tarot Cards- 3 of Wands, 3 of Swords, The Magician, Justice, 5 of Cups, The Hierophant

Bottom of the deck- The Moon

Charms- Dolphin, Fairy

Okay, pile 3. The first intuitive thought that I heard was, “Blame's on me.” A group of 3 I see. This is very specific but I feel there were 2 people involved who hurt you. As you choose to see the truth and not let any kind of illusions fool you for a minute, justice will be served. You were hoping for something good out of this bond but at the same time, I also feel that you too could sense that something was wrong. I feel your pain. I see it. Now you are on your own. For some of you, I see that you have already started healing which is amazing! But the hurt is still there. This eclipse is asking you to finally take the leap and sweep all this negativity out of your life. Don't keep a crumble. Though you're healing you're still keeping the story, the narrative, and the hurt. You still play the scenarios in your head and it hurts you. It's doing no good. You may think that you're not a good daughter/son, sibling, or friend. But that's not true my dear pile 3. If you start to let go of ALL the pain now then by the end of Scorpio season you will finally feel free and light. Your heart will again carry the same hope and love for the world. I also see that some of you feel useless. I would highly recommend you to do some selfless service. You'll see how much your presence makes a difference in this world. I hear, “I am still holding on to everything that's dead and gone. I don't wanna say goodbye cause this one means forever...ohh it hurts so hard for a million different reasons. You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces.” Pile 3 you feel responsible for holding onto the dead. You're not supposed to keep what's gone. Release it. Transform it into art or something you do. But don't keep it as it is. It will take time for you to release unresolved pain but you must begin this journey of taking EVERYTHING out of the system. From the outside, it seems that you have it under control but if someone asked your heart it would start bleeding again. Let it heal. Every day you touch the same wound. The only way to heal the wound is to stop touching it. Don't discuss it too much with others. Ask how can you heal. Participate in activities with your loved ones. You are halfway on this journey of healing and I am here to tell you that to make it to the end you must accept the truth and heal with the intention and understanding that one day it will only be a chapter in your life, you will be waving it a final goodbye. Just be honest with yourself. You know it's a bit comfortable where you are right now, in the middle, because you are not involved in the situation but you're not completely out of it either. You've got so much anger and hurt in your hurt. I hope you soon come out of this situation. Also, don't neglect yourself and your loved ones. God bless you, pile 3. I hope everything works out for you.

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[the-cu-genswap-au]

originally I wasn't going to make proper refs for these guys but I decided eh screw it, they're notable enough

every school has its very own gang of bullies. These four are Jerome Horwitz's.

- Tara Ribble is the head mean girl at JHES, sarcastic and impatient and with a talent for digging up the worst dirt she can on her fellow students and using it against them. Apart from being a master of petty insults, Tara is also incredibly perceptive, catching on quickly to other kids' insecurities and using those to hit them where it hurts. She's not popular around school by any means, but her reputation means that the other students at the very least know to stay in line around her.

- To her teachers, though, Tara is the perfect student, academically gifted and a treasure to have in class. Tara is one of the top students at Jerome Horwitz, a status she's not afraid to flaunt to her struggling classmates.

- Design note: I actually prefer Ribble's purple color scheme from the books/movie, but I ended up giving her the orange color palette from the show since I'd already decided that purple would be Meaner's color

- Kenny Meaner is Tara's right-hand man and muscle, the brawn to her brains. Tara tells him which kid is annoying her this week and Kenny will gladly rough them up for her, and he doesn't particularly care if it's a fair match, either. Although he is at least cautious enough to never actually hurt anybody; the adults at this school are always vigilant....

- Kenny is also one of the star athletes at Jerome Horwitz, flaunting his head jock status the same way Tara flaunts her test scores. There's.... really not much to him besides sports and bullying, really. Lucky he has Tara to tell him what to do.

- Edith Anthrope (not to be confused with the other Edith) is the closest thing Tara has to a best friend, but even Edith herself will admit that the two mostly tolerate each other at best. The two girls were brought together by their shared disdain for every other idiot kid in Jerome Horwitz, and now they stick together to avoid falling victim to the other. Fun times!

- In contrast to Tara, however, Edith is much more of a stoic, not outright malicious the way Tara is but more like brutally honest, never holding back her real opinions on people no matter how hurtful. She's perfectly content to take a backseat to Tara's schemes, preferring to help behind the scenes and make sure no one gets in Tara's way.

- Design note: this magenta color scheme is completely arbitrary; I just wanted to give her something distinct from both Tara's and Kenny's palettes

- Morty Fyde is a bit of an oddball here: he doesn't really like hanging around the others, and none of them really like him either, but somehow he managed to weasel his way into their good graces and now he just has to be careful to not upset them too much and he can be safe from them. Again, fun times!

- Morty really doesn't have it in him to be truly mean, but he reluctantly goes along with the bullying anyway because he just desperately wants to be accepted, even if it's by the worst possible people. The other three, for their part, mostly just let him tag along and largely ignore him unless they need him to do something for them. In the rare times when he manages to get away from this influence, Morty's actually a really sweet, if awkward kid with a love for comic books, gardening, and (secretly) all things science.

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[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: "I'm not going anywhere."

Song: Anchor - Novo Amor

For Tolya x Reader please!

Maybe He Was All Blessings - Tolya Yul Bataar

You know I got you doll.

Content Warnings: Canon Compliance Violence and Threat. The Fear of Loss And Abandonment. Not Proof/Beta Read.

Hurt/Comfort? Hurt/Comfort.

Things were not going to plan. Between The Darkling's advances and now the heist going so very wrong as the poison fills the room and your lungs.

You stumble against the wall hard, and your eyes dart across the room, Kaz is still attempting to find a way to break through the containment, but you know it's futile. Durast enforced there is no time to try this fight, it's wasted energy.

"Tolya?" You call out, but he has already fallen to the ground, consciousness. You want to reach him. You want to use all the energy you have left to be closer. You need to, but your head is spinning and everything feels heavy.

You drag in a laboured breath and the spinning doesn't stop. "Tolya?" You try again. But everything is moving too fast now, the room is a blur and your heartbeat is pounding.

You can hear him though, in the back of your mind. "If you don't slow that down, your heart will run away from you lapushka," his voice whispers.

He only said it once, when the sea was quiet and the night long and dark. He said it without thinking, and did not linger on it. Tolya was true in that way, honest and truly himself, but there is a way in which he gently holds the world back sometimes. Never out of anything less than patience. Boundlessly kind and endlessly hopeful.

You wished yourself wiser than to let your mind linger on such a passing endearment. You are so sure it could have no deeper meaning, nothing more than a moment in the quiet where the word from a poem felt like the right thing to calm your nerves.

Tolya's friendship had always been the thing above all else that grounded you. For no matter how badly things were going, or how much you filled with doubt, he stood strong and steady. Sometimes his strength had you convinced he was made of more than flesh and bone and blessings. Maybe he was all blessings. Or maybe he was truly made like all the trees that stand even through the storms, through the wars, consistent, ever growing, ever nurturing, never failing.

Your feelings for Tolya were your own, and you cared not to make them any one else's matter, especially Tolya's as you'd convinced yourself long ago there would be no world in which he could feel the same. But that didn't matter. Not truly.

For what you had with Tolya, the understanding, the companionship, the comradery, it meant more to you than a romance ever could. What the both of you have runs deeper than any bond you've ever known. And you could swear, Tolya made you understand what it mean to be seen, truly seen. You hadn't thought that possible of anyone who stayed. But Tolya has seen your lowest and his dedication never faltered.

That meant more to you than anything you could ask of him, want from him. He already is everything you didn't know you needed before him.

You open your eyes after fighting to do so and you're somewhere else, somewhere familiar. You are in the port by Os Kervo, right where you first met Tolya and Tamar.

You remember hearing Tamar's laughter moments before setting eyes on the two of them for the first time. Tamar was several drinks deep, talking loud and proud of getting kicked out of another tavern on the walk to the dock. And even more proud of the redhead Inferni she'd had the company of in the process. Tolya had smiled at his sister, his eyes focused on a book that you later learned he had picked up that morning and between his duty and his twin had yet to get many pages into.

But it wasn't a memory you are in. Even if the location brings them back in drowning waves. No, the sky was so clear that night, you could name all the stars you'd ever read about, read them in the expanse. The sky is clouded now, storming, it feels nowhere as welcoming as it did that night. The kind of storm clouds that make you want to run for cover, to close everything that could lead to the weather outside and wait it out.

But you cannot move, and it isn't until you see what is coming around the corner and toward the ship that you know why.

Tolya, his eyes more lightless than you believed possible, and Tamar who cannot meet your gaze, walk in silence, side by side, matching strides as they move towards The Volkvolny.

"Yu yeh sesh," Tamar whispers. From the little Shu you know, that sentence feels like it might split you down the middle. Despise your heart. Tamar steps out of eyeline and you cannot take your eyes off Tolya.

He looks cold, not in heat but in the way in which someone looks devoid when they've had something torn from them. You aren't even sure it's Tolya anymore.

"Where are you going?" You ask as he turns away from you, silent and unfeeling.

"Nowhere you can follow," he replies. You laugh out of nervousness.

"That's not true, there is no place you go where I cannot follow," you d not say it, but the sentence ends with a silent request for him to remember. That promise they both made in the quiet of that evening on deck, the one when he called you something you doubt he ever will again.

"You cannot come with me," he states. "And I cannot stay."

"When will you return?" The question is barely more than a whisper.

The fear of being alone is powerful and you learned that a long time ago, but this fear, this pain that threatens to break out of your ribcage and crawl out of your broken body to stand on it's own two legs, it's more than that. The fear of being left never hurts as much as this. The idea that something you knew to be true, one of the few things you could let yourself believe in fully, would be a lie.

"I won't," he says.

"Tolya," your voice breaks, "you're leaving me?"

The world starts shaking. You cannot breathe and it could be from the poison, and if it is all you can hope it is takes you faster, that it gives you that kindness at least.

You have never been as sure of anything in your life as you are of Tolya. His faith, his loyalty, his devotion, never once having wavered. When he said that you two shall not go where the other cannot follow without any hope of return, you believed him.

"I was never staying, I never could," he says, turning away.

"Does this not hurt you at all, do you not want to stay?" You call out.

"Wanting is not enough," the words are Tamar's, Tolya not even turning to acknowledge you. "What he wants or does not is no matter, he must leave you. If he cares or does not, he will leave you, it is what he needs to do."

"Do you want to stay?" You ask, the pain searing in your throat, your head thundering like it might burst.

"Not enough to do so."

You choke on a powder substance that coats your tongue, eyes opening to see Jesper, looking down over you, in a mix of concern and mild disgust. "You're alive," he tells you.

"Good?" you ask. You stick your tongue out, trying to shake the taste that is coating your throat, it's clinging and unpleasant but it's better than the stinging pain of the sobs you refused to break out in moment before. "Not good," you mutter about the taste but it makes Wylan sigh.

"I never claimed the butterflies would taste pleasant but they saved your lives," he remarks. You don't have the opportunity to voice the levels of discomfort the word butterflies brings to you, before Jesper is asking a question that feels so out of place.

"Did anyone else get lulled into a comforting sense of joy?" Jesper asks. You feel yourself turn cold, and your heart must give you away because the concern that immediately covers Tolya's expression is palpable.

"I didn't see anything," Kaz is quick to comment before being eager to move on.

But Tolya, he cannot move past it so fast, eyes searching you with such intensity you think you might combust. "Tolya, please don't ask," you say quiet enough to not bring attention from the others.

And, for all the gravity of the task at hand, and what is yet to come, he doesn't, but you know you're biding time.

You were hoping once all the fighting was done you might have been able to shake off the nightmare, but your nerves are still rigid, heart still aching. Your throat feels tight and everything feels weighted.

You watch Jesper pull Wylan in close and you can feel Tolya's smile as you pass them. Tolya's smile would normally be enough to sway any storm cloud in your mind but this is different. This fear. This pain. It's bone deep and soul crushing.

"Do I need to ask again?" Tolya inquires.

"I do not want to talk about it," you say.

"Your scared," Tolya says. "I don't see you scared often."

"Did your nightmare not leave you scared?" You ask.

"It scared me, and then I woke, and saw it for what it was, and I know I shall not allow that fear to be truth," he says, "I protect those who I care for, and who care for me. I will not hurt them."

You respond in silence and he stops his walking. "You do not owe me your nightmare but I do want to help-,"

"Where would you go that you would not allow me to come with you?" You ask finally. The question catches his off guard.

"Nowhere short of the bright lands," he says, "and even then I know I would meet you eventually." You look away, and he sees it, the core of the fear. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I believe that you mean that," you say.

"And yet you fear it not to be true," he says.

"I fear that went it comes down to it, there could always be a reason that takes you from me," you admit. "And that scares me more than anything I have ever known."

"Before I met you, my faith, my books and Tamar, were all that I needed," Tolya says. "But now I would not feel the same." Your smile on your lips has such a sadness that comes with the relief, you feel your body giving into it, and you shake gently. Tolya pulls you close, wrapping his arms tightly around you, keeping you steady. "You have left an indelible mark within me that I did not believe I would ever know." He rests his chin on your head as he holds you tighter, now more for comfort than for support. "And war, or duty, or even Saints could not make me leave you behind."

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[gerardpilled]

@/GeorginaKellyX @/mandyjb65 "Do you believe in God though Gerard? What's your view on religion?"

People have been asking me my views on religion and my beliefs, so I decided to start writing this last night, then I got tired. If the topic of Religion offends you, or you can't respect others personal beliefs, stop reading now and just focus on my tweets about Chapstick or guitars. Here is my answer, though potentially controversial, lets do this because I'm an open book nowadays- I was raised Catholic, which turned me off from religion because I had a very bad experience. Then, as a young adult, a death in the family resulted in a lot of anger and an even greater distance between me and faith, though I had always acknowledged I received my artistic gifts from God. I even firmly believed in creating MCR, I was given a mission from God, not unlike the scene in The Blues Brothers. The mission involved helping people and battling the forces of evil, by using word and the purifying flames produced by Marshall Halfstack amplification. This is true. It is also my version and my story, and if you disagree, one day you can tell your own version of your own personal story, but this one is mine, as are my beliefs- I ask you to respect them, as I respect yours, as long as they don't advocate hate, discrimination, or violence. Now, where I am today- Re-engaging more seriously in a sobriety program has provided me with an opportunity to face a lot of questions, and be honest with myself about how I truly feel about God, and the anger inside of me went away years ago. The truth is, I always believed in God, I was just young and angry, and more angry with myself than anything. I stopped hating myself, and started to truly love the person I truly was, as long as I was being who I am, which is who I am now. Does God look like a cartoon version with a white beard for me? No, God never has. It's something that has always changed for me, little visions I get that tell me what it is right now. Is it a man? Not always. Sometimes, for longer stretches than others, it's a woman, or a creature with female gender. For years to me, God was a planet-sized intergalactic space worm, blind, but seeing and feeling through sonic vibrations. Once God was even an imaginary J-Pop star. What God looks like is not important to me. In fact, I believe there is more violence created over what God looks like, and the differing of opinions on the subject, than most other foolish forms of violence. So I don't engage in that. I also believe in evolution, and science. So yeah. I believe in God and I'm cool with that. I also didn't check my spelling

From Gerard Way's letter on twitlonger. May 12, 2013

#2013 #tweets #idk i just liked how he put this and i actually can relate to his interpretation a lot

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Earthly Encounter

Pairing: Q x Counselor Ruby (s/i)

Word Count: 2,797

Warnings: Very light spoilers for Star Trek: TNG S4 E20, none otherwise

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Author's Notes: Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it? It feels very nice to be posting a fic again, to be honest. This is just a cute fluffy story that I started like 3 years ago and abandoned because I didn't like the way it came out. I came back to it recently and kinda wondered what the heck I was thinking. Maybe my self esteem is just better! Either way, this was very fun and very cute to write and to perfect, and I hope you guys enjoy it.

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Speckles of dust danced in the beams of light shining through the window of the bookstore that Counselor Ruby Ramirez had found herself in on that peaceful afternoon. She fondly ran her fingers across the spines of the books atop the store’s shelf, remembering all of the journeys she’d been on with those stories as a child. It was no wonder this section was labeled as “classics;” even though the shelf stretched to the ceiling and was filled to the brim with books, she hadn’t seen a single title that she didn’t recognize. She spotted a favorite novel of hers, and she was quick to pull it off the shelf and flip to the first chapter. She remembered it all so fondly: the prison and the rose bush, the first piece of literary symbolism that had truly taught her to analyze…

“Oh, what have you got there? Something actually worthwhile, I hope.” The sudden voice in her ear made Ruby snap out of focus with a startled jolt, but even as she whipped her head around to look behind her, she already knew exactly whose smug face she was going to see staring down at her.

“Q! I’ve told you a hundred times not to sneak up on me like that,” Ruby exclaimed as she playfully tapped his chest with the book.

“Hmph, you've hardly said that more than fifty times, actually," Q said with an exasperated eye-roll. "Besides, you can't really call it 'sneaking up' if I’ve been standing right beside you this entire time, my dear.”

Ruby let out a sigh and turned her back to her partner, putting her attention on the book she'd picked out as she leaned her weight back against him. “Well, then, that’s a problem, isn't it? The point of coming here was so you could explore some of the culture that humanity has to offer,” she explained, gesturing to the shelves of books surrounding them. “That meant exploring the selection here by yourself, sweetheart, not just staying glued to me the whole time.”

Q knew this already, of course; this was the second of a four-day vacation that the couple had agreed on taking together, albeit one more reluctantly than the other. He still remembered when Ruby excitedly came up with the idea months ago, the way she had been beaming about how much she could show Q about what it's like to be human. Although he had protested to the trip's merit, the reality was that Q would have taken any excuse to be with his beloved in a way that wasn't disturbing her duties, so he hadn't needed too much persuading.

When Ruby had brought the request for shore leave to Captain Picard, she had described it as "less of a vacation, and more of an experiment.” She had explained, “We've seen already that Q has a sliver of humanity, a seed of compassion nestled deep within him. Perhaps all that it needs to blossom is the right kind of earth?"

While the captain didn't quite agree with the scientific basis of the proposal - or appreciate the wordplay - the Enterprise would already be making a rare orbit of Earth for a routine crew exchange. Many aboard the Enterprise would be taking a few days to visit their families, so there was no reason to deny the counselor the same privilege.

Back in the bookstore, Q was still doing his best to convince Ruby that their time would be better spent, well, anywhere. He placed both his hands on her shoulders to hold her steady against him as he dramatically nuzzled his face into her hair. “But darling, you’re the only thing worth any of my attention on this entire dreadful planet,” he whined.

He suddenly dipped her backwards, making Ruby balance on her heels as he leaned down a great deal to place his face right next to her own and speak in a provocative whisper, “What do you say we just forget about all this and head back home now instead? I'll even indulge you with that ‘cuddling’ nonsense that you enjoy so very much.”

Ruby could already feel her cheeks getting warmer as she failed to fight back a flustered grin; even after all the time she’d been with Q, she had to admit that she was far from being immune to his charms. It wasn’t only what he was saying, but also the eloquent cadences of his voice and the way he was able to stare her down with that alluring gaze that made her fall so hard for him in the first place. Luckily, by now she was at least able to save his suggestion for later rather than give in right away, and she leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before replying with a simple, “Very tempting, but no.”

She chose to ignore the way Q rolled his eyes in annoyance for a second time as he pushed her forward again to stand up straight, and instead she showed him the cover of the book in her hands in an attempt to catch his interest. He glanced over the title: The Scarlet Letter. "Look at this, hunny," Ruby said with fondness in her tone, "this was one of the first books I read as a child that sparked my analytical side. I remember the way it made me think about why the author chose to include certain details that might seem pointless, and why the characters would make the choices that they do." She turned her head back up to him and nudged her shoulder against his chest. "It was also the first book that really invested me in romance," she purred with a wink.

Q was not impressed. "It really does sound like a joy, starlight," he huffed sarcastically, "but you have no idea how difficult it is for an omnipotent being like myself to force his imagination to be confined to words on a page."

Ruby had already turned her attention back to the novel at hand. She knew that Q was fond of the sound of his own voice, so allowing him to rant on about the pettiest of inconveniences was the only way he ever felt better about the situation he was in.

Unaware - or just uncaring - that Ruby had turned her attention away, he continued, "Truly, think about it from my perspective. Why would I bother to 'visualize' the events of a novel in my mind, like you lesser beings have to do, when I could simply rewrite reality to bring these events to life? Or better yet, I could probably imagine my own story with a more gripping narrative and satisfying conclusion. In fact, if I may speak honestly, it seems to me that-"

Q's holier-than-thou speech was cut short as he felt a gentle tug on the leg of his trousers, just below the knee. He looked down to see a small child, a boy likely no older than five, staring back up at him with wide hazel eyes. Q grimaced and immediately recoiled his leg, the sudden shift in weight catching Ruby's attention as well. For a moment, there was an intense staredown between the disgusted immortal and the innocent toddler, until at last Q broke the silence and sneered, "Can I help you?"

The child pointed to the top shelf high above his own head. "Can yew get the Robin Hood book for me, mister?" he said politely, a slight lisp to his words as he spoke.

"If I do, will you leave?" Q asked bitterly. The boy's only reply was a thoughtful stare to the side, followed by a smile and enthusiastic nod of his head.

Q hastily located the book on the shelf of the bookcase in front of him, and he didn't hesitate to yank it from the shelving, pinching the very corner of the book between two fingers as he dangled it over the child's head with an outstretched arm, trying to distance himself from the boy as much as possible. "There you are, now please, begone with you."

The boy reached up and took the book into his small hands with a quiet "thank you" as he marveled at the green hardcover and golden cursive lettering. He then looked back up at Q, who had already turned his attention away, hoping for the interaction to be over.

Despite those hopes, the boy suddenly spoke up again. "I like Robin Hood," he lisped.

Q glanced back down with an eyebrow quirked, not even bothering to turn his head as he dryly replied, "Yes, I'm sure you do. Now don't you have somewhere to be?"

The boy shook his head with the same earnest smile on his face, clearly not taking the hint. Before the conversation could continue, though, Ruby - who had been watching this interaction unfold and barely stifling a laugh - stepped forward in front of Q and kneeled down to meet the child's eye level. "You're a fan of Robin Hood, you said?" She asked him with a gentle smile.

The boy gave her another enthusiastic nod and said, “Yeah, my dad tells me the story a lot for bedtime, but he has to go away on a starship, so my mommy said I should read the or… the orange-inal book while he's gone.”

Ruby smiled at his story and adorable mispronunciation. “That's a very good choice. You know, young man,” she said as she reached up behind her to hold onto Q's hand, “my partner Q here is a big fan of Robin Hood too. One time not too long ago, he even made all his friends dress up to act out the story!"

The boy's eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked back up at Q. "Wow, really? Did yew get to be Robin Hood, mister?"

Ruby smiled widely, both because of the boy's reaction and because behind her, she could hear Q faintly saying, "Starlight, what do you think you're doing?" as he recoiled his hand from hers.

But his Starlight wasn't listening; her mischievous side had quickly taken over, and she placed both hands back on her knees as she said with her bottom lip pushed out in an exaggerated pout, "Actually, Q decided to be the big bad Sheriff of Nottingham that taxes all the poor people and makes everyone sad.

"But… that's the guy who Robin Hood fights with," the boy said, staring up at Q curiously. "Why did you wanna be the bad guy, mister Q?"

Ruby turned her head around to meet her partner's eyes. "Yes, why did you want to be the bad guy, Mr. Q?" she parroted the question to him with a cheeky smile.

If all-powerful beings could blush, Q would have been bright red. "Very amusing, Counselor," he huffed, crossing his arms, "but I'm above engaging with this little mindgame of yours. Especially not with this," he gave the small boy a stern glare, "… creature involved."

The boy let out a giggle, making Q arch his eyebrows in shock. It has the audacity to laugh at me?, the immortal brooded in his expansive mind. What could it possibly find so amusing?

"Yew talk funny, mister Q," the child laughed. "I think yew'd be a really funny bad guy."

Ruby chuckled along with him. "Oh, you have no idea, young man."

From around the corner, a soft voice was heard calling out. "Lance? Did you find the book you wanted?" A woman not much older than Ruby stepped forward from behind another aisle of books, and the boy ran to her with his selection brandished above his head.

"Yes, momma! I picked out this Robin Hood book! Mister Q here got it off the shelf for me."

The mother reached down to pick up her child. "Not even gone five minutes and you're already making new friends?"

Q sneered under his breath, "Not quite the word I would use, but-" "That's right!" Ruby addressed the mother, thankful that she hadn't overheard Q's snide remarks. "He's a very sweet boy, he told us all about how he's a big fan of Robin Hood."

"Yep!" The boy beamed proudly. "And, and she said that her partner mister Q played Robin Hood with his friends and, uh, he got to be the Sheriff of Naughty-ham."

"That's Notting-ham," Q enunciated spitefully as he gleaned down at the child. Even if he desperately wanted the interaction to be over, he still would never miss an opportunity to be right about something.

Ruby paid him no mind, in the hopes that the woman would do the same, as she gave both the mother and child a kind grin. "Well, it was lovely to meet you, Lance. I hope you enjoy your book." She took on a tone akin to an ancient English knight as she thumped her a closed hand to her chest theatrically. "Never stop protecting those who can't protect themselves, and fight for justice and truth, just like your Robin Hood."

And unlike Q, she had wanted to say, but she decided that Q had had enough teasing for one day.

Little Lance beamed proudly and copied her motion as he put his own small fist over his chest, clearly taking the words to heart. His mom wore a similar warm grin as she and her son bade the couple farewell and headed toward the checkout counter.

Ruby turned back around to face Q, grinning cheekily up at him as he firmly kept his arms crossed and refused to meet her eye. "That was absolute torture," he groaned, "you know that, right? I'm not sure why I ever agreed to this trip." His partner let out a small laugh at how easy his disposition was to sour, and upon hearing that delightful little giggle of hers that he so dearly adored, he couldn't stop a smile from tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked back down at her.

She chirped, "I'm sorry, my darling, but you know I can't resist teasing you.” A smirk overtook her face. “Besides, I believe I remember someone very intelligent once saying that one creature's torment is another's delight."

Q's eyebrows shot up in surprise before lowering in satisfaction, a grin snaking its way across his face as he pulled Ruby in close by her hips. If he had to make a list of all of his favorite things about her, the way that she was able to match his wit so effortlessly would easily clear the top three. Q was more than used to looking down on mortals, feeling superior to them, and he was somewhat justified in feeling so; even when encountering creatures cognitive enough to communicate, it was hardly ever that he came across one that didn't immediately bore him. Even with humans, as fascinating as the species itself was, the individuals were hardly worth stopping for. But there were always exceptions, and no exception has seized his attention, gained his respect, and retained his adoration more wholly than his Ruby.

Indifferent to who around may be watching, Q leaned forward and pressed his lips to Ruby's, allowing her to reach up and hold his face as he kissed her slowly and deliberately.

He just barely pulled away to groan against her lips, "I hope you appreciate my generous patience with you in situations like this." Ruby felt a shudder go through her body; as much as she saw and treated Q as an equal, she couldn't deny that, on occasion, she was exhilarated by the power he always had the capability of holding over her. She brushed any growing stimulation aside as she slyly retorted, "Only if you can appreciate me holding back in situations like this."

That comment earned her another kiss, this one much more brief but still holding just as much admiration, before Q stood up fully again. “Well then,” he sighed, “are we done here?”

Ruby chuckled. “Okay, you’ve been very good today. I’ll check out this book, and we can head back home.”

Q watched his partner as she headed toward the counter, an odd - but not unfamiliar - feeling washing over him as he replayed her words in his mind. He’d been very good today. It was still strange to him that such words of affirmation had any effect on him, even if. He’d never needed anyone else’s approval, or encouragement, or affection before meeting Ruby. He still didn’t need it, he supposed; he already knew that he was the most intelligent and powerful being in the universe. But something about hearing those things from her, the confirmation that there was one person who genuinely thought good of him, cared for him, loved him…

It was quite a wonderful feeling.

#ruby's writing #💜: let me bring you down to earth #self shipping #oc x canon #self ship fic #self ship community #i hope you guys enjoy this this has been in my docs for almost 3 years 💀💀💀 #im very tired but very happy to be posting it so here you go. goo bye

[vidalinav]

I already have a Thanksgiving chapter for Stu(died), but there is suppose to be a Christmas chapter too. So if you'd like a snip snip, here it is.

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“You like her,” Feyre notes softly.

But Cassian can barely hear what she says. Her words slur together, blending into the background of small-town voices and the hum of familiarity. He’s too busy staring at Nesta anyway to attend to what she says.

Nesta looks at wooden Christmas ornaments from across the stands, and her hair floats down her back when it’s usually in braids and she is the embodiment of the word home. He knows that to be truer than any fact he’s memorized or any papers he’s read just to impress Nesta with his knowledge of the human genome. And as he watches her stare at the ornaments, Cassian wonders if he should not buy one himself to commemorate the fact that he is here with her, that he gets to see her like this... If only for a four-hour ride back to her family home.

Nesta takes great care to mind her own personal space, Cassian finds in his analysis. She moves away quickly if others move too close to her. She lightly touches the star-shaped and acorn-shaped wood and moves off to the side, out of people’s way. It’s a wonder to see someone so opinionated and assertive and confident, someone more arrogant than he’s ever known her to be shy… trying so hard to remain unseen.

How can she really think she’ll go unnoticed?

Nesta’s a star made only for the tops of trees.

“That’s it!”

Cassian startles as Feyre claps at his side.

“I’m going to have to help. This isn’t a mission for the truly novice.”

“Novice?”

But Feyre continues, a spark of determination in her eyes. “You can be a hopeless romantic, fine. But you can’t be so hopeless, you never make it to the romantic.”

Cassian doesn’t bother mentioning the fact that he thinks he’s been doing pretty well with her sister so far, regardless of the fact that she walks away from him every time he joins a booth she’s at. Two kisses does not make a novice.

“Nesta loves gas stations, you know,” Feyre lists, raising a finger. Number One. “She probably wouldn’t want you to know that, but I’m telling you this for a reason so you can have a leg up. You’re going to need help getting through to her. She loves gas stations and grocery stores. Books. Tea. Romance—don’t let her convince you that she doesn’t want to be romanced.”

Feyre points at him, giving out commands. She looks at him as if he should have been taking notes. She raises a finger as if to say wait and she unzips her backpack as if to hand him a pad of paper and a pen. Jot this down.

“Nesta hates vulnerability so you’re going to have to be deceptive. Don’t go and ruin things by being honest. Coercion is the only way you’ll survive.”

Cassian’s beginning to see the family resemblance.

~

I've been hard at work finishing the next chapter and it felt weird posting it in October, so since the Thanksgiving chapter is posted, it might finally be time to post the next chapter so I can finish this before Christmas.

@unhealthyfanobsession @arinbelle

#stu(died) #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #stu(died) snippet

[suguru-getos]

genshin men and the dates they take you to

characters included: ayato, itto, zhongli, diluc, childe

ayato takes you to simplistic yet extravagant dates. there is a certain dignity and standard he has to maintain as the commissoner sama waka sama after all. mostly he will take you outside of narukami island because he doesn’t want you to continue visiting the restaurants in there right? after the sakoku decree was abolished; the first thing he did was to take you out of inazuma. the exquisite meals of the nations all across tevyat, the cuisines and the specialties, the beautiful scenaries, he wants to witness them all with you. “i may have a long term plan of travelling the world with you, my love. but the thought of your safety stops me…” he muses one day, having you sitting on his lap as he peppers your skin with subtle kisses. no worries though, he ain’t op for nothing eh?

itto is mostly interested in playdates. if you want then you can go have a beetle fight, play cards with him. sometimes he whines and says, “i aint playin’ that game unless you are on my lap uh huh… you heard me!” you have to be on his lap while you two roast  lavender melons together. another cute date idea with itto is he lets you paint his markings and horns with a terribly cute flush on his face UuU. would probably steal a kiss or two and force you to ALSO be naked! “hey hey hey hey- be a little honest little one! you saw me half naked it’s my turn!” eventually it turns into heated makeout sessions ;)

zhongli sama morax sama rex lapis sama has taste only for the finest and the most incredible things. he nitpicks things to perfection and eventually makes sure that what he has to offer his beloved lover is exquisite! date nights with him would include sight seeing, he would ensure that when he takes you out for dinner and orders something extremely specific for you; it is done as told. can be a bit stern. “mmm, the taste of this chilli flake isn’t as highly blended as i thought it’d be, apologies. i must have not been as methodical, or certain people lack proper understsnding,” his brows are furrowed but your chuckle as a reaction followed by, “it’s okay, all i care is about us having a great time, your presence, your stories… all of that is more than enough for me,” man you made grandpa geo blush o//o powerful y/n ;)

diluc fatui agent costumed sir:3 likes to sit in the gardens of his home, go on walks with you in the dawn winery. goes wine tasting with you, takes you to dragonspine one day because you wanted to build a snowman ⛄️; takes you to angel’s share after booking the whole place of course. he is very thoughtful and keeps things comfy for you. if he senses the slightest hesitation in your voice towards his ideas, he drops them immediately. “maybe… we can do something else; i see hiking is not one task fit for your liking, after all, what fun could it be if both of us aren’t enjoying ourselves?”

childe oh childe~ 🫶🏻 he takes you to dates in places you can’t ever imagine. he is the perfect gentleman and knows how “dates” work. call it his unflinching charm, call it his observation skills, everything makes sense when it is with childe. mostly he would take you away, sneak you out of your home in the middle of the night, take you to the golden house’s roof, watch the stars with you in his arms and tell you, “you see that constellation? that reminds me of you,” imagine you could see the character’s constellations in the sky? how cool would that be? grr! another prompt coming! anyway… he ensures he cooks meals for you. “c’mon i just feel this is the only way i can show you my love, in the perfect blend of ingredients, in the finest tastes made by yours truly, tartaglia of the eleventh fatui harbi-”… “shut up, ajax,” tbh he specifically says his harbinger name so you can correct him and call him ajax mister sir’s heart flutters like hell <33 when that happens…

#ayato fluff #itto fluff #zhongli fluff #childe fluff #ayato x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #itto x reader #ayato imagines #zhongli imagines #childe imagines #itto imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin comfort #genshin headcanons #genshin hcs

[lovethistoomuch]

10 characters 10 fandoms

I was tagged by @birdkeeperklink thank you so much! I really had to think on these since, as per my url you can guess there are a lot. (sorry for the late reply. I got no excuse, really, except life continued to happen around me and deciding who to pick was really hard.)

in no particular order (though Loki is Number 1, I'm sorry everyone else), here we go:

1. Loki Odinson from MARVEL

I just love him so much I've written a 78K fix-it fantasy novel (not finished) to give him the happy ending he deserves. there is no other character I identify with harder than this one: a younger sibling full of rage, always feeling overshadowed by the older one, just wanting to prove their own worth and show the world that they are capable (i got over this a lot in recent years but my love for him still remains.)

Tom just plays him so perfectly and I am so heartbroken that the writers at MARVEL did not know what to do with him, so they killed him off (the Loki show doesn't count because that's not him okay.) he's always having a good time, he's snarky and clever and desperately needs a hug. how can you not love him?

2. Mr. Spock and Leonard (Bones) McCoy from Star Trek TOS

Yes, they are two people but I just couldn't choose between them!

The grumpy surgeon with a heart of gold an the emotionally suppressed but deeply loving vulcan live in my heart rent free ever since I was a child. Spock was my first crush ever and his complicated relationship with McCoy has always fascinated me. they are two incredibly complicated people and there isn't enough space here to describe why. writing them is just as much fun as watching them and I actually own the autographs of both Leonard and De.

3. James Wilson from House M.D.

he's a man of many contradictions: he is kind but also House's best friend, he loves people dearly but can also tell them to fuck off. he is confident and funny and he helps people without being a pushover. he loves all of his his wives but cheats at least once. he is a walking mystery which makes him a great friend for House and a nightmare to write. I just love him! also, that smile!

4. Castiel from Supernatural

Cas is the character, truly! he can go from nerdy to badass in the blink of an eye. a cosmic being that plays dress up just to make one human smile, who should be nothing but an ant to him. he fiercely protects the people he loves and always tries to do the right thing. the character that inserted himself into the story against the writer's will and changed the narrative for ever. when he came on the show, I hated his guts. and look at me now...

5. Zuko from Avatar the last Aribender

you simply cannot talk about redemption arcs without mentioning Zuko at some point. an exceptional character amongst a cast of exceptional characters. I once joked that 90% of his lines were just him screaming but that poor boy has so much rage inside him, and with all that trauma, can you really blame him? he is the epitome of character growth and a fascinating example of how the villain can become a hero without taking any shortcuts.

6. Stephen Maturin from the Aubrey-Maturin series

if you read the books, you'll know why. this fucking lunatic is so oblivious to his own eccentricities that you just have to love him. nobody does it quite like him to be honest. no, Stephen, people will not think you're eccentric because you practice sword fighting on deck, however they might think that because you let loose 1000 bees on the ship and run around naked. he has no sense for proper etiquette and i love him so much for it. also, he get's on a ship without being able to swim and performs open brain surgery on deck. he is incredibly skilled and the best damn doctor in the entire fleet. also, his dynamic with his best friend/captain is one of the best friendships I've ever seen/read.

7. Scrooge McDuck

this might be an unusual choice but i grew up reading comics and at one point in my life i figured out that all of my favourite stories were writen and drawn by the legendary Don Rosa, who in his book "the life and times of Scrooge McDuck" created one of the most fascinating and fun to watch characters i've ever seen. starting from humble beginnings and rising to the top through his percevierence, fearlessness and ingenuity, inevitably losing everything he loved and ending up alone, only to be found by his family again, his story is one of my absolute favourites in literature. i know that due the never ending nature of comic books, he can never truly get his happy ending but I really wished he could.

8. Keeley Jones from Ted Lasso

I don't think I've ever seen a woman like her in any media to be honest. she is so clearly feminine and embodies all the traits of a woman that would normally be depicted as bitchy, toxic and self obsessed but she is just none of those things. she is a girly woman who loves pink and cries and she is just so human and lovely and i love her so much for it! her friendship with Rebecca is also so amazing and feels very real and true to what friendships between woman are actually like. I just love her as a beacon of healthy femininity and can only hope that there will be more characters like her in the future!

9. Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium

the voice, the looks, the everything! the moment I met him I knew I wanted him to be my best friend for ever! his deadpan delivery combined with his dorkyness and his shere competence had me on the floor on multiple occasions. I have not finished the game yet but I have never had a companion this incredible in any video game ever! I could listen to him read the phone book for hours. when he went "daba doop doop dead" I died. also him jumping in when I fail a check has to be the most badass thing ever. I love you, Kim. please be proud of me. (also, I know he probably has a darker side to him that I am not seeing right now because I am always choosing the nice options but hey, the best characters are the complicated ones.)

10. Cole Turner from Charmed

this show was so much better when he was in it! the half demon who crosses over to the good side without ever really changing his ways. he burns someone alive and laughs about it, drags a detective to hell and doesn't give a shit about civilians. even when he is completely human his solution to assholes is to punch them in the face. he loves power and controling others and looking good while doing it. I know him beind "good" was a whole thing on the show but to me the most fun about him was that he continued being evil but was now using his powers to help the good guys. show me another character that got redeemed into the hero team without losing his evil edge. Cole was just so much fun to watch but unfortunately his character got totally buthcered by bad writing.

No pressure of doing this but tagging:

@catzy88, @uponxhorhaus, @accrov

#tag game #favourite characters #wow this got long #whoops #long post #about me #i guess

[neptunes-sol-angel]

ஓ๑Morla, The Ancient One๑ஓ

This is chapter one from my 'The Neverending Story' series. This is a pick a pile reading meant to highlight the areas of your life where you are bypassing. Pick the picture(s) that you're drawn to, then scroll down for its corresponding message.

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☆ Pile one ☆

What are you pretending to not care about?

You're pretending not to care about the loneliness that you feel by thinking that indulging in isolation will be the remedy for the disconnect that you have with humanity. There could be pain that you're still holding onto from the past regarding people not treating you with any kindness or in general, you don't resonate with the personalities around you.

Perhaps, you still feel homesickness when you're in a room filled with friends or family. Whatever that contributes to this missing piece in why you don't feel like you belong where you are, is building resentment within yourself for not being a certain kind of way and the difficulties that you face. You're not to be blamed for your misfortunes in attaining healthy relationships, but you also can't keep blaming others for why you deny yourself from connecting with someone when you really want to. It may feel easier to be alone because you just want to hurry up and shine like a star on your own so that your loneliness won't hurt anymore. But the biggest part in ascension when it comes to healing is being real with yourself. You're not being real with yourself by saying you don't care about having relationships and you're not not being real with yourself by saying you're not cut out for friendships. You're cut out for friendships because you've been a real friend to others, it wasn't your fault for how irresponsible they were with what you've given them.

You truly shine and flourish when you're honest about who you are and what you want. This includes acknowledging the fact that a sense of belonging and friendship is what you desire. Weaponizing your solitude as a means to shut yourself out from the world instead of letting yourself be receptive until you encounter like-minded people is just putting a bandaid over a wound that's still there.

You crave real changes, not self-defeatist bandages. You must allow yourself to care about the void that you feel so that you can know how to fill it. Fulfillment starts with you. You cannot continue to make yourself invisible because of how people made you feel about your differences. You're a star that deserves to be seen, keep exuberating your light because your soul tribe is out there just waiting to follow it right in your direction.

☆ Pile two ☆

What are you pretending to not care about?

You're pretending to not take heed to what you're actually feeling to please someone else. What's sticking out the most to me now right now is that you guys need to stop saying yes to people when you really need to say no. It's time to re-evaluate this overachiever mindset that you have of not putting yourself first to be the first in line for tasks that are more than likely not even providing you with a proper exchange, because I'm picking up a strong amount of burnout.

For some of you, this can look like asserting boundaries with your job. Please stop taking on more hours or other people's shift to do more than what's necessary only to recieve not even enough money, the recognition that you deserve, or even the promotion and raise that matches the excessive work that you probably didn't even apply for. Do not let these work places intimidate you, continuing to be passive with your coworkers and managers taking advantage of you in hopes of seeing something come out of it, is taking away from your time and health. And not saying what you really mean, is only affirming to these people that they'll keep unleashing the load on you because they know that you won't complain.

For the other scenario, this can look like keeping a clean and pristine image of always being positive when really you're not feeling that way. There's a difference between changing your mindset and saving face. It won't kill you, if you're unable to be optimistic at the moment. However, it will kill you to let your most harsh emotions like sadness, disdain, anger, or even lethargy, ruminate inside. Give those parts of you room to be seen because it also allows room for them to grow.

Your emotions are only healthy by how you handle them, happiness can become unhealthy when by using it as an excuse to be reckless or to be insensitive towards others who are not, but most importantly, when you fake it. Jealousy and anger gets loud and destructive, whether it's to others or to yourself, when you silence it. Exhaustion becomes unhealthy, when you see rest as something that's earned than it being a need.

Take note of how much you're minimizing yourself to your detriment in order to be someone that's dependable or worthy in other people's eyes. Be dependable for yourself, you need you more than other people's approval and sentiments. This world can be a fickle place with people who take you for granted, it's up to you, to be the person that knows your worth and that you're more than deserving of rest, nurturing, and space for your voice and emotions to be heard.

☆ Pile three ☆

What are you pretending to not care about?

You're pretending to not care about life. Something is on it's way and deep down you're hoping for a specific outcome or just good results to happen but you're discouraged about thinking anything of it because you've been in this spot before, and I'm getting you're tired of constantly being excited about stuff only to be disappointed afterwards.

Trying to hide away from the potential of failure is deterring you from the formula of how to reach satisfaction. You have to keep yourself open to what these rejections are showing you in order to reach approval for what is right for you. Failure is never the permanent outcome. I understand that it feels better to not expect positivity with the risk of disappointment, but are you truly bringing yourself peace of mind by expecting that life is only filled with negativity and an ending that isn't in your favor?

Truly release the outcome, by understanding that what is meant for you will not going to miss you. The package of success is going to reach your doorstep eventually, but don't waste your time by keeping yourself stagnant in living because of the fear of things of not going right or what didn't go right. Keep searching for things to look forward to in life. It doesn't have to be huge or even long-term, start with the little things that make you enthusiastic about living.

Tomorrow can be day away, but it isn't promised. Do not wait for anything that takes away from making the most out of your day. Maybe you're waiting for you're waiting for a message, maybe you're waiting for an event, maybe you're waiting for the day where you can become "you" again, but appreciate every phase that you're in by being present with where you are right now.

Don't let your time be in vain and this doesn't equate to society's definition of "productivity". If you feel that you're procrastinating on getting something done, this is a sign to pause and think if your body is trying to tell you something. The most annoying but rewarding lesson behind releasing the outcome, is understanding where you're leaving yourself behind in order to get ahead to a destination.

Is this your end goal? Question yourself if this matter is everything? How do you expect to reach the next level in life if you're leaving pieces of yourself behind? And how do you expect to get out of a situation by forcing yourself to not see a direction. Hope isn't a curse, it's a blessing. It's not wrong to have it, and it's going to pay off in the end. Don't put your life on hold,  "dust yourself off and try again".

☆ Pile four ☆

What are you pretending to not care about?

You guys are pretending to not care about your growth. Some of you in this pile could be in school. There's something here that you really want to do, but you're not happy with the progress that you're making. You feel rejected by not being where you want to be in this skill and it's frustrating to the point where you feel like reversing the roles is going to make you feel better. You're pretending that this doesn't matter or mean anything at all to you.

I feel that most of you have dealt or are still dealing with parents that either pressure to build you into something on their own timing or pressure you to break you down because of an ongoing link in your family where support is absent. I want to interject this by mentioning that you're more than what they expect you to do, whether it is to fail or to succeed. You matter, period, not because of what their standards and projections are. You're capable of exceeding so much more than what people limit you to be, and it's going to happen on your own timing, that's the beauty of it, don't worry about speed.

I know that it's easier said than done because of how much that abuse has effected you socially. You could have performance anxiety, where it's hard to do new things in front of people or it's hard to have the confidence to make the first step in something because "trying" is mortifyingly embarrassing for you in front of people. I'm picking up that some of you guys are really passionate about literature, but there are some demotivating factors around you that could relate to how unique you are. I'm getting multiple scenarios.

Internalized racism could be one of the reasons for some of you, like for instance, your own people could feel like you don't have what it takes or this could also be yourself, not feeling good enough about your craft because you do it differently than what's culturally acceptable.  That was a very specific scenario that I got for someone, so disregard if that wasn't for you. The main message here is to not discourage yourself from working towards something that actually means a lot to you.

Don't quit because you fail and don't succeed for other people. You have so much talent that's too precious to waste, do it for yourself because it makes you happy. You break the cycle in your family by choosing to go for the opportunity instead of retraining for it to stay in a place with people who are miserable because they chose not to do it for themselves.

Creativity thrives in a person that chooses to create anyways, regardless of how to public views it. Apply this to your life as well. Continue to live your life instead of shying away because of how other people see you. How do you see yourself? It matters how you answer this question. Believing in your greatness is what will take you far and away from the places that try to suffocate you. Keep growing (and trying) until you've outgrown the naysayers.

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