#do something admirable it’s in the spirit of service to another

[jester-lover]

P4 Relationship Headcanons

Authors Note/ I have read the manga up to the last English translated volume, but I’ll stick to the public school arc characterizations of them for convenience’s sake.

CW/fem! reader but otherwise no physical description , fluff, kindof accurate Victorian courting, a little angst, manga spoilers! I most definitely forgot this arc was getting animated, so I’m late, might be a little OOC, it’s been a few months since I read the manga

Edgar Redmond

Flattery was his main method of gaining your affections: descriptive poems sent to your mailbox, tulips and chocolates left on your doorstep by a mysterious admirer—a carefully held facade that fell apart when Edgar realized just how badly he wanted your affections returned.

While he has always considered himself a free spirit, capable of swiftly moving from one lover to another, he has an epiphany when he realizes he needs exclusivity with you. Edgar has found something beyond flings with you, a woman who can truly make him nervous; make his heart beat against his chest every time you bless him with a glance.

He isn’t always the most touchy lover, but he tends to take your arm in his while the two of you are out together. (He’ll do nothing more, as he doesn’t want rumors to spread around your private relationship.)

Edgar tends to fuss over you a bit, fixing your dresses, brushing his fingers over your coat, and generally keeping your appearance looking tidy; it’s an act of service that displays his affections for you.

Lawrence Bluewer

When I say all of his sisters gang up on him to tease him about his crush on you, I mean it. Lawrence tried his best to keep his love for you a secret, but his yearning glances over his glasses reveal his truth. They encourage him to speak to you, giving him advice about what women like. (Trust me, he needs it.)

Lawrence is a very dedicated man, particularly when it comes to you. He holds up all of the important customs of an exemplary Victorian man and treats you as an equal in all matters.

He’s adamant on listening to your opinion on matters involving the two of you, but he’ll also ask for your opinions on issues in his home and dorm. Your opinion is important to him.

Lawrence is a very intelligent young man; if you ever find yourself struggling with your schoolwork or a matter of principle in your personal life, he’ll help out to the best of his ability.

Call him by any affectionate nickname, and that carefully held stoicism crumbles before you, and a red tint suddenly appears on his pale face. The only time he ever broke his own rules was after the cricket match, when he embraced you tightly in the stands after winning, so much more proud of his victory now that you had seen it.

Herman Greenhill

It feels as if someone has struck him in the heart each time he lays his eyes on you. He can feel the warmth of his skin and the sweating of his palms each time he tries to talk to you without stumbling through his words. Herman is so utterly rigid and awkward around you, it’s completely obvious he’s head over heels.

He’s often flustered around you, even when you’re already courting, as one of his ideals of chivalry and respect is treating ladies kindly. He acts like a strict old man and a shy schoolboy at the same time, wanting your touch so desperately but bashing himself for it.

You will probably have to enact most of the affection between the two of you, sneaking kisses when your chaperone turns away, holding his hand when you walk into a more private corridor of his residence, and cheering loudly at his games. The easiest way to get a reaction from Herman is by showing off your stockings; he’s a sucker for good hosiery.

Despite his proud and sort of arrogant personality, Herman is a shy and careful lover; he remembers all of your favorites and special days, and he loves receiving your praise. Whenever he achieves something, he immediately looks to you, waiting to see what you make of him.

Gregory Violet

You wouldn’t even know of his existence when he first saw you, but he was always there, with a thick black sketchbook filled with drawings of you, going about your daily routine and interacting with others in a way he only wished he could. The sheer amount of yearning he does could put the poets to shame.

You are his muse; even when Gregory is creating something completely irrelevant to you, he’ll remember you; you are so infused with everything he makes. Because he has put you on this goddess-like pedestal, he doesn’t think he deserves you, which is why he’s so surprised when you agree to court him.

Gregory’s affection comes in bursts; some days he’ll be too nervous to look you in the eye, but other times he’s practically joined at your hip. He’s not the most talkative lover, but when his eyes flit through you, examining you closely with a blush stretched across his features, he appreciates you like you are art.

He plays the role of the gentleman in public, keeping his respectful distance, but he often seeks your comfort in the few moments you can sneak alone, laying his head on your lap as you brush through his two-toned hair and rambling uncharacteristically about the struggles of his role. He’s a non-conformist, and he often wished the society you lived in wasn’t so strict, so that you and him could act as wild and free as you did in the leather binding of his sketchbook.

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[tarotwithavi]

What will draw your future spouse to you?

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How to choose a pile?

Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Kindly ask your spirit guides to show you the right pile for yourself and then open your eyes. Whichever pile catches your attention is the right pile for you.

Pile 1

Hey pile 1! I'm getting that you guys don't really allow negative feedback from people to get to you and you move on from things really easily. You are not afraid to let go of things. I am also getting that you really try to evolve yourself and let go of the old habits that do not serve you anymore. You guys are also very in tune with your emotions and you are not afraid to be vulnerable. If something hurts you , you are not afraid to talk about it to the person who did that rather than locking your emotions away and blaming yourself. You guys really know how to invest your money in the right place. You guys might be into saving or you don't spend money impulsively. You guys know how to manage your finances. I am also getting that there is a sense of competitiveness inside you, and you don't like defeat. If you really like someone or something you are not afraid to fight for them and that will draw your future spouse to you. You guys might have the mentality of "I will for my lover doesn't matter if the whole world will turn against me" Or "I'll do my best so I don't have to regret later". You guys know when to let go of someone and when to fight for them. Your future spouse will admire this about you. I'm also getting that some of you may be obsessed with saving or investing your money into something that will double your money with time, like stocks or something. By the time you'll meet your future spouse you will accomplish a lot of things and still be humble, you're down to earth nature will attract your future spouse a lot.

Pile 2

Welcome Pile 2! Your ambition and passion for life will draw your future spouse to you. I'm also getting that some of you may love to travel or you guys may love to learn about different cultures. Your future spouse will love how understanding, respectful and humble you are. Another thing I am picking up on is that you guys are always looking forward to the positive side of life and you guys are not afraid to try new things. I am also wearing that some of you may like swimming or spending time by the beach. You guys have great patience and you are willing to wait for them. Your future spouse may be working by the time you meet them so They will want to focus on their career and they won't be working. You will still be very patient with them and you will not Rush them into doing things that they don't want to do. You will be willing to wait for them and that is what they will admire the most about you. For some of you I am getting that you guys may have a very interesting personality or you guys know about a lot of things and your future spouse is someone who is very attracted to intelligent people. I am also getting that you guys don't show your cards at once and you guys have a lot of interesting aspects to you. Your future spouse will not be able to put you in a certain box because they will always be finding new things about you and you will always keep them wondering about you. There is also something very pure about you. I am getting that you guys are waiting for marriage and won't lose your V card before marriage. Your future spouse will think of you as a pure soul and want to protect you.

Pile 3

Hello pile 3! The first thing I channel there is that you might be very seductive to your future spouse. You may not be a very sexual person but it's just your energy. There is a very alluring and mysterious vibe to you. I am also getting that you are your future spouse's Ideal type. They have always wanted someone just like you and you are like a dream come true for them. I'm also getting that there is no way that they will let you go because your future spouse is very much obsessed with you but not in a negative way. Yours pose Mein seed and thousand you and I am also get in that you bring back memories of their childhood and you give them your nostalgia. Your future spouse is going to feel an instant connection with you and they might feel as if they have known you for a very long time. Or it could be that you have already met your future spouse. You guys are very understanding and no matter how your future spouse will act you will always teach them the right things and help them evolve. Now I'm also getting that your future spouse sees you as someone who has made them a better person. Another message I'm picking upon is that your future spouse will be drawn towards you because of your nurturing and caring personality. They will like how you are always willing to help others and how you are always evolving yourself. This might sound cliche but your future spouse will think that you're not like others. They will like how in tune you are with your feminine side. Your future spouse will be drawn to you because they will think that you can bring stability into their life. And I'm not saying that they'll depend on you . They just see you as a perfect partner.

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[madamvanrouge]

Vil Schoenheit As Your Boyfriend

↠ When you started dating Vil, everyone's treatment of you is bound to change. You're now treated as a celebrity as well, and Cater hounds you for pictures.

↠Vil already knew you would get popular on dating him, and helps set clear boundaries so people don't overstep their familiarity with you or use you in any way to get closer to Vil.

↠Don't worry, Vil, being the perfect embodiment of the Evil Queen's spirit of tenacity, will be there at your side. Someone asks for too many selfies from you? Someone's getting too close for comfort? He'll be at your side in an instant and tell the person rude enough to disturb his partner to get lost in an instant.

↠Vil's love language [giving] is quality time and acts of service. He loves spending time with his partner, making memories that are bound to last a lifetime. He has a busy schedule? Don't worry, he'll still take some time off to see you. If he's too busy, he might ask you to come help him with work or atleast join him for a meal. He's attached to you too much, don't blame him. He will make time for you no matter how busy he is. You are his first priority [mostly]. Vil loves providing for his partner with acts of service. Expect the spa treatment whenever Vil gets his hands on you and a nice, relaxing movie date while you snuggle together with hot chocolate in your matching cups. (<3)

↠Vil's love languages [receiving] are words of affirmation and acts of service. The queen loves being told of his beauty, not just from his followers and admirers, but especially from you. The words you give Vil are so much more precious to his heart than any other, so be sure to praise him and do his hair for him gently (don't worry, he'll teach you how if you don't know) while letting him know how well he's done, how proud you are of him. Even if you just bring him a simple lunch or drink after he's had a long day, the queen of Pomefiore will become eager to wrap you in his affection, wishing to shower you with kisses and hugs.

↠Vil will definitely take you to meet his dad during the dating period. Vil's dad is really chill and supportive. He's glad Vil found someone he can share his life with, and only wishes the best for you two. He sees you as another child, and takes you and Vil out for fun family outings whenever your schedules manage to match.

↠Vil isn't averse to cuddling, he mostly prefers cuddling at night because during the day, it might give his clothes wrinkles or make his hair messy, which is not something he prefers. Of course, if you're going through a rough spot, morals be damned, he'll cuddle you for hours if needed, get Rook to prepare you a bath and your favourite drink, and massage you himself as you tell him what happened.

↠Vil is not very jealous as a partner. He's very self assured but if he spots you getting too physically friendly with someone (or if he sees you with Neige), he'll immediately intervene with a professional smile, pull you towards him and change the subject if necessary. Later, he'll sulk about it and demand for kisses.

↠Vil will hug his phone like a highschool girl after mushy, fluffy texts. He also has a tendency to scream like a highschool girl in private if you agree for a date or if he's super happy that you planned something together. Bless Rook's ears, he's always listening.

↠ Vil's kisses are usually slow and gentle, the type that leave you with a lingering feeling of euphoria long after the kiss has been broken. His lips are always soft and hued with lipstick, which you might have to fix for him if it gets smudged after a kiss.

↠Vil's hugs are long-lasting in private, he loves embracing you and feeling you in his arms, as you relax together. In public, he refrains from anything more than holding hands or cheek kisses.

↠Epel is now your and Vil's gremlin child who will constantly seek your protection when Vil is out for his blood. Good luck.

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[theship-thewalrus]

the third time's the charm {2/3}

ser harwin strong x fem!reader

twice you have tried to confess your love to ser harwin, you could only hope the third time's the charm

word count: 1282 words reading time: about 8 minutes warnings: none that I can see part 1 part 3

2nd attempt

Coming out to the middle of the woods was not something you enjoyed, especially when doing so has put Rhaenyra in such a foul mood. Not only was she jealous of the attention her younger half-brother received. But she was also worried about her position on the Iron throne. As well as the endless suitors that are fighting for her hand. You knew the stress she suffered from as a female heir, and how overwhelming everything was at this moment. You tried your best to help her in any way you could, not as a handmaiden but as her friend. Rhaenyra has treated you beyond well during her time in her service, never asking for too much, something you will always be grateful for.

Picking up your dress you attempt to keep up with the angered princess. The small squabble with her father boiled her blood and the frustration of not being heard was getting to her. Resulting in the need to cool off, run away and not return until they realised how much she truly meant. In a strange way, putting herself at risk as a consequence of those who have upset her. "Rhaenyra, please! Where are you off to? I beg you to allow me to help!" your desperate plea falls on deaf ears as she continues on her warpath. Not even making any acknowledgement to show she had heard what you had said. Her path lead her to a white stallion, which she swiftly mounted. Before you could even open your mouth to question her or ask where she was going, she had galloped off.

"My lady!" you yell giving no attempt to chase after her knowing it was no use to try and catch up with her as she was on horseback. Another horse gallops past you, Ser Criston Cole going after the princess himself. Huffing in defeat you watch the two ride past the tree line and into the lush forest. Although you admire Rhaenyra for her unwavering opinions and spirit. You knew at times how difficult she could be when she sets her mind on something.

"You seem to be in distress once more, my lady." The familiar voice of Harwin Strong filled your ears, his presence was felt from behind you. Despite having effectively lost the princess and now trapped amongst the guests for Aegon second name day. But now there was a silver lining to this cloud, Ser Harwin Strong. Turning to face him you smile softly "It seems so yes. My only companion has just ridden anyway on horseback." At your words Harwin let out an offended but playful scoff, rolling his eyes before they rested on you. "How you wound me. Here I was thinking I too was your friend."

You pause for a moment, your eyes widen slightly as you come to the realisation of what you have said. Never did you mean to offend him, quickly you attempt to fix your mistake before too much damage can be done. "I didn't mean it like that! Of course, I like you. Gods be good, everyone adores you" Your words come out quickly and if one had not been paying attention they could have easily missed what you said. But Harwin's attention seemed to be solely on you as he heard every word you spoke as though they were not a jumbled mess.

"That's good, as me asking you to go for a walk together may have been very awkward." he jests slightly reaching his hand resting just at the small of your back he began leading you forward. It was a good thing he began to lead you himself as you feared that left at your own devices you may have said something you would regret. Face flushed red and eyes cast downwards once more you allowed him to lead you, knowing he would not allow anyone to run into you and possibly knock you over.

With great care, he leads you through the camp and to the forest edge, the same place Rhaenrya rode through not long ago. Why did he want to walk with you of all people? Maybe, just maybe he reciprocated your feelings for him? The Gods showing you some mercy and giving you something good in life. But what the Gods give they also take away, you only hoped they would not take this single kindness away from you.

You had not realised how far the pair of you walked in the forest until Harwin stopped in a little clearing. Looking around you took in the scene around you, taking note of how everything seemed to look like a painting. You wondered if the pair of you just happened to stumble upon this place or if had he seen it earlier and simply decided to take you there. Though you did not allow yourself to think about it for too long in fear you would disappoint yourself with the answer.

"What a gorgeous place." looking back to Harwin for a moment you smile before taking in more of the scenery, hoping to commit this moment to memory. "I came across it when looking for the white stag. Thought if anyone was to appreciate this place properly it would be you." Though he said it as an off-handed comment, there was more to his words. An underlying look at his feelings for you, which you did not seem to catch. He smiled softly, moving to sit under the shade of a large old tree. Swiftly you joined him, sitting at a comfortable distance next to him.

Both of you sat in comfortable silence for some time, simply enjoying each other's company. Both of you fearing if you spoke a word you may ruin such a peaceful moment. You had not believed when arriving on this trip you would get a moment to yourself, there was always so much that needed to be done. A moment in the forest with the person who held your heart was nothing but a dream in your mind. But as you both sat there together, you begin to think that maybe other dreams could also become a reality. You did not wish to let such a perfect moment pass you, working up the courage you began to speak.

"Harwin, I-" but it seemed you had taken too long to say anything once again. As the moment was interrupted by loud rustling from the shrubs in front of where you both sat. The words you were going to say caught in your throat, at the sudden intrusion. Harwin moved into a crouching position, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword while the other hovered in front of you. Eyes set on the shrub you feared what could possibly be ready to attack. You had heard tales of Boars in this forest ripping people apart, the vicious beasts not caring in the slightest about who or what they killed.

Yet what showed itself was not a boar or even an animal, instead a nervous-looking boy. "Ser, my lady." The small boy bows swiftly to your both before directing his attention to only Harwin. "Your presence is needed at camp, the king wishes to set off again and all are to be present." Letting out an annoyed huff Harwin stood tall holding out a hand to help you stand. Once you both stood next to each other Harwin's attention turned to you, a sheepish smile on his face.

"It seems we have to cut this short, a shame since I find myself enjoying our time together." a light blush dusts your cheeks as he leads you back to camp.

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[alphabetboyluvr]

Hey Holly!

Will u do another question box/ask my muse sorta thing on Instagram or tumblr again? I’ve been curious about something.

What would happen if bd!jk had met Annie as the FL and cv!jk had met B? Like sort of a role switch thingy. Just wanted to know your thoughts on how things would turn out :)

Have a great day/night!

<3

I'm always happy to do another insta Q&A, i find them so much fun - i just worry you guys will get sick of them hahaha

this is SUCH an interesting question, because it completely depends on the universe they're in!

Colour Vision Universe

Byeol x CV!JK

They'd meet while Jungkook was doing colour therapy at her art cafe. She'd have a really good grasp on colour, even with monovision, just with how closely she works with the paint - Jungkook would assume she's multi. The glitter would really confuse him with monovision. His eyes wouldn't be able to figure it out, so he'd spend a little extra time staring at her which would ofc get a little confused. She'd try and help him out with the colours, but he'd find himself getting frustrated. We all know B is an acts of service girlie, so she'd spend a little extra time with him coaching him through things. She'd be really impressed by how artistic he is despite it all. They'd bond over cheating exes and how much it sucks to be an artist with monovision - but I think they'd find a kindred spirit with one another instead of a romantic connection. Funnily enough, I could actually see B with CV!Hobi.

Annie x BD!JK

They'd meet through Chloe & Jimin, in a double date kind of situation.It would turn out Jungkook knows Namjoon too (BD!Joon being a newspaper journalist is a nod to CV!!), and so they'd have a lot of mutual connections but I can't see them falling for one another. Annie would like him perfectly fine, but our girlie needs more a project. They wouldn't really have anything in common and nothing tying them together. As for BD!Kook, he'd think Annie was fine, but he'd be the kind to really trust his colours. If he doesn't have an instant spark, he'd think it was fruitless.

Bad Decisions Universe (colours play no factor)

CV!JK x Byeol

They'd meet at a gallery mixer. She'd be trying to network for her career, and he'd have a small photography exhibition. They'd both be a little sick of the rich men at the event, and would bond in the corner next to a tray of free champagne. He'd be intrigued by her - but glitter doesn't photograph well. He'd look at her and think about how much of a nightmare she'd be to take photos of. Much like the CV!universe version, they'd be fine friends, but it wouldn't be romantic.

BD! JK x Annie

They'd meet at the opening of his restaurant. It would be a few years after the BD timeline, 'cause without byeol, it takes a little longer. Namjoon will have asked her to come along, 'cause he wants to celebrate with his friends and not worry about reporting. She'd speak with Jungkook about the hardships he went through to get to this point in his life. She'd find him really admirable, and be impressed by his hard work. The thing with Annie is that she often has red lips and nails. He'd think she was really attractive, but the red would hold him back through association. She'd come in a few weeks later. Her write up did really well, and brought in a lot of business. He'd give her and her friends their meal on the house and they'd get to talking. She'd stay until closing - but Jungkook owns the place. Would stay with her by the bar area until the early hours. It'd happen a few times over the following months and one thing would lead to another. They'd hook up, and it would be great (hello? it's bd jk???), but once they got it out of their system, I don't think they'd be long-term compatible. The first sign of Hayun kicking up a fuss and Annie would be like nope, I'm out.

#ask #bd #cv #i lurrrrved this Q!!!

[wisdomseeker02]

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Who has a crush on you? 💞

Group 1

Dear group number 1, the person that has a crush on you could be an air sign, most noticeably Aquarius. They could be a famous person in their community, someone who concerns themself with music in some way or another. They could be a singer, a dancer, a songwriter, they could play an instrument, etc. They're someone who adapts to change easily. They might be quite busy in their life and have a lot of things going on for them, but they manage to navigate all of them well. They might see you as their star. They might be looking at you from the side while you're doing something and think, "wow, they're so beautiful." They might feel peaceful when they look at you as if they're in heaven.

Group 2

My group 2's, the person who has a crush on you might be someone who gives a lot, and receives. They might be someone who gives to you a lot, but you give back in return. They might be someone who puts a lot out there, who puts in the work and in return, they reap the rewards. They are a very spiritual person. They have a great connection to spirit, they might be a medium, they might read tarot, meditate a lot or something of the sorts. They might even be some kind of spiritual guru, or lead a spiritual class. Their connection to the universe is so good that they are amazing at navigating this life experience. They might just be someone that you share some kind of group activity with. Like a class or a friend group even. It might be a group of 4 or 8 as well. They might have a birthday soon or some kind of celebration. Or you might attend it together. They might be someone who likes crystals a lot.

Group 3

Dear group number 3, the person who has a crush on you might be someone, who a lot of people have a crush on. Or you might be someone, who a lot of people have a crush on, but I'll tell you about the prominent one in this reading. This person is an action-taker, they are bold and like to have fun and take risks. They are not afraid to speak their truth, they don't keep their mouth shut. They might be someone who expresses themself through writing. They might have a blog, they might be a social media influencer, they might write prose or poems, they might be a journalist. They might express their feelings for you through writing, through a message, a letter, a poem, they might journal about you. They might be someone popular. They might have a blog about flowers or they might like flowers a lot. They might be seen as an angel from the people around them. They could be doing really well financially. I see they may have some kind of connection to Japan. They might be lgbt, standing up for the lgbt community. They're someone very kind who cares and helps out in one way or another. A lot of people admire them in general. As for a zodiac sign, I see Aquarius again.

Thank you for tuning in, loves. Have a great day/night 😊

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Black butler Kuroshitsuji angst and mention of death scenario between Edward Midford and you (Ciels older sister, the same age as Edward, Edward's fiancée, the Queens Rose *the Queen's personal undercover assassin*, Rachel Phantomhives splitting image) right after Madam Reds funeral...Ed wanted to talk to you alone and he swore that if that smug little bastard Ciel is the reason why you were like this recently...he had another thing coming for him. It wasn't Ciel's fault of why you were like this recently. He said that he promised that he will listen and not judge you when he persuaded you to talk to him...a gentle push. You were rather hesitant because it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows and it wasn't...you were forced to watch your aunt die in front of you with your little brother. You began to talk about it to him (avoiding the subject of who Sebastian really is and of Grim Reapers too..he wouldn't believe you on that) and along with the painful memory of watching her die in front of you...are the tears 💔. You told him how much you looked up to her and everything and how useless you felt when you were forced to watch her die in front of you. Ed said that you are not useless and you are never useless...Edward admired you for who you are and what you manage to achieve...he apologised for not being there for you that night when he gently cupped your face in his hands.

https://youtu.be/MhFpwuGSHO4 (that music will help you to set the scene big time.)

How Elizabeth Midford would react to the scene she was seeing...and the reactions from the Phantomhive servants and Ciel.

aaaaa I hope this is what you wanted, darlin! <3

The sky is grey and dreary, and you know Angelina would have absolutely hated it.

After the service, you had planned to sit quietly in the carriage until Ciel was done talking to everyone else. Nobody would have blamed you, right? Your brother has always been resilient in the face of tragedy. You? Not as much as you’d like. Sometimes you wish you were more like him.

People expect you to isolate yourself after something like this; given that you don’t feel up to talking the way Ciel is able to, you’re fine with that. Edward, however — your dear, sweet intended — pulls you aside for a walk through the venue’s garden. When he takes your hand and kisses it and murmurs that he’d like to talk with you, there’s no way you can decline.

It’s not a pleasant stroll, though. Gloom has blanketed you for the past week, and it hasn’t let up even among these beautiful flowers with your beloved by your side.

“There hasn’t been anything I can do to lift your spirits,” Edward sighs as the two of you stop at a bench. You sit next to him, tucking your black skirts in so you can rest more comfortably. (Though, nothing feels comfortable right now.) “Even now, there’s nothing I can do.”

You stay quiet… which prompts him only to get more agitated. “It’s all the time you’ve been spending with Ciel for planning this service, isn’t it? What’s he been saying? If he’s been treating you terribly, I’ll make sure to set him straight. All you need to do is say the word.”

You get the distinct feeling that even if you don’t say the word, he’ll go after Ciel unless you correct him. You just… don’t know whether you should talk to him about it or not. Shouldn’t he realize that you’d be out of sorts after something like this? What if he thinks less of you, says you’re simply in hysterics and have to get past it?

After all you’ve been through lately, you couldn’t take the man you love looking at you as some overemotional shrew and dismissing your feelings.

But, before you can worry too much, you feel his hand on your arm, set gently near your wrist. “… Talk to me, darling.” His voice is soft. “Please tell me what’s going on. I want to help. It makes me sick to see you hurting like this.”

It feels like that was the last push you needed. You want to be able to talk to him, to share things with him, even if you don’t know how he’ll react. If he loves you, he’ll be caring regardless of whether or not he understands, won’t he? No matter what you say?

“You can’t possibly think this has anything to do with Ciel,” you murmur, “can you? My aunt just died, Edward. And I…”

God, this is so morbid. It’s awful. Should you really be fine with being this honest? It’s going to scare him off and make him think you’re too macabre, too focused on something you should be starting to move past.

You shake your head, the tears forming. “Ciel and I had to watch her die. Right in front of us, and we couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t do anything.” You’re his older sister, and you should have been able to at least protect Ciel from more trauma. You couldn’t even do that. You couldn’t save your aunt.

More than having to confess this to Edward, it hurts to have the memory come to the surface again. Haven’t you relived it enough? You can’t tell him the whole truth, because he wouldn’t believe any of the fantastical parts. (Demons, death gods, you barely believe it yourself.) You can still see in your mind’s eye the red stain spreading out on the ground, seeping into the cobblestone to forever taint it just as it’s forever tainted your mind.

“She was the strongest woman I knew. She was the person I looked up to, the person I’ve always wanted to be like.” You reach up to try and rub your tears away. “And I know she’d tell me I’m still strong too, that not being able to do anything doesn’t mean… but… but watching her die while I couldn’t do anything… it made me feel so useless. It keeps coming back to my mind, over and over… I can’t let it go. The memory, or the feeling…”

How can you be expected to simply let go of something which won’t let go of you?

You stay lost in thought for what feels like forever, until a hand on your face pulls you out of your thoughts. Edward gingerly turns your face toward his so that he can look in your eyes. His own shine with sympathy, with love; he wants to help you in whatever way he can.

It might be sinking in to him that there isn’t anything he can do except be here for you. He can adapt to that, thankfully. “You’re not useless, (Name).” He leans over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His other hand slips down, fingers twining with yours.

“She’s not here to say it, so I will: you are strong. Not being able to do anything doesn’t mean you’re useless or weak.” His thumb runs lightly over your cheek. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done, are doing, and have yet to do.”

He shakes his head with a sigh, eyes falling half-lidded. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you that night. But I’m here now, and I will never not be there for you again. I promise. You deserve that much.”

Before you know what’s happening, the sky has turned from grey to the heavens opening up, and strangely enough, you think your aunt would be happy that you’re crying in the rain with your fiancé.

A loss is a loss, and it’s going to hurt. He didn’t know Anne personally, other than the few times he and the other staff members served her, but… he knows it’s a hole in their master’s life as well as yours. He would have expected you to go to the carriage after the service; he’s pleasantly surprised that Edward led you off to talk. He doesn’t pry nor follow, so that you can grieve in peace. He’s happy for the possibility that you’ll be starting to work through it with more support, though.

This whole thing was complicated… he’s more aware than anyone that you’ve been suffering. It hit the both of you hard. He just has obligations that you don’t, so he’s been unsure how to help you. He knows that Edward doesn’t like him, but he also knows that Edward loves you. So he’s eternally grateful to the other man for pulling you aside. It’s possible he has ears listening to make sure that Edward really does have your best interests at heart — as long as he’s helping you, Ciel does his best not to truly interfere.

The affair made him just as sad as he’d be if he’d known the person closely; someone died, so the world should be a little different, shouldn’t it? This should be something that’s felt. He wanders through the garden out of pure interest, not exactly following you, to just be in his own sadness among the flowers. You’re someone he likes, who he thinks is a good person… so he’s relieved to hear that you have this man who loves you and is trying to help you. It’s going to be alright, isn’t it?

The world is so cruel!! It’s not fair… why did this have to happen? She knows incredibly well that Ciel has been suffering and grieving too, so it’s not shocking that you are too. Lizzie is honestly surprised that you aren’t openly sobbing and completely beside yourself. She looks at you as a pillar of strength despite everything, you’re inspiring to Lizzie. So of course she’s glad that her big brother is there for you, and it makes her feel like everything is going to be fine. Even though she doesn’t hear the conversation, she sees you go off together… it’s comforting, to know that everyone is being taken care of.

Whatever anyone else thinks, she’s crying through the entire service, especially when she thinks about all the people that Anne left behind. Her master, and you, and all her patients, and… it’s just so sad. She feels terrible for everyone who’s had the loss crashed into them. When she sees Edward sneak off with you, though, she feels a little lighter. He’s going to take care of you, at least, won’t he? So everyone has someone to be there for them, even while it hurts.

It’s unfortunate, but death is just a consequence of human life. It’s horrible and inevitable and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Although he obviously did what he could, on Ciel’s orders… sometimes it can’t be helped. There’s nothing to be done now other than try to fill the holes left by the absence of a loved one. He can’t do anything for Ciel, nor would Ciel want him to; he doesn’t think he can for you, either. He does follow after when Edward leads you away, and is at least pleased to hear that you have a source of support. Now he can assure Ciel that you’ll be in good hands. Then, finally, the future can march on.

#theletterhorrorlover #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Edward #Bard #Ciel #Finny #Lizzie #Mey Rin #Sebastian #reader insert #reaction #romantic #platonic #familial #angst #hurt/comfort #UGHHHH MY HEART DUDE- #one hell of a queue

[thunderclaw100]

Name:Spectra

Sex:Female

Race:Irken

Position:Tallest/former military strategist.

Favorite color:Cyan/Blue

Likes: Magnus,fashion,singing,performances, flowers,candy,games, success,baking,galas.

Dislikes:Boring conversations, buzzing noises, flashing lights,fried food, staleness, rudeness.

Personalities: loving,smart,cunning,high-spirited,flirtatious,brave,adventurous,classy, level-headed,intelligent, observant,fierce.

Bio: As a smeet, Spectra was energetic and ready to take on the world. Even more so than here male counterpart, Magnus. She stands out because of the brightness of her skin. Spectra has done an excellent job in her training for both visual and physical. She got to do some odd jobs at the time before getting into the fields work on one of irks battle facilities. Taming some of the monstrous beast the irkens have captured during their exploration. She was in charge of teaching the younger soldiers how to tame them. This went on until Spectra got a call from Magnus. Telling her to come back to the base. He informed her that there’s a high chance that he’ll be one of the selected few that’ll be the next tallest. This alarmed Spectra because she admires tallest Solora a lot and was worried about her.

She’s hasn’t made public appearance after her return from planet Purri.(a race of alien cats who supplied the irken empire with their lazer weapons and transfer cruisers.) Magnus wanted her to be by his side as a tallest, and after a bit of nudging, Spectra agreed and went with him to meet with the control brains. It took some time for them to get an answer from the machines but eventually the two were given their tallest status. Spectra took longer to adjust having no thumbs and maneuvering with two. It was Magnus who taught her after he quickly got used to loosing his own thumbs. Of course the two go on with the ceremonial speech to the public to address themselves. The two spent the whole century grooming the empire into something powerful and advanced than ever before. Though they are both tallest, Spectra and Magnus tend to do their own schedules. One would deal with the diplomatic relations while the other carries out the warpath plans. The ideals between both tallest align when wanting to make sure their people prosper for many years to come. Spectra thought that is what’s happening with her empire but after having a run-in with one of the food service drones, and got some insight of the control brains plans for the future. She has grown weary and uncertain about their ruling. Magnus was excited that the empire is looking to expand itself. He’s already got started with organizing the soldiers into unit sections, based on their skills and statuses.

Spectra was heavily against this plan and tried to word her concerns to her partner. Magnus reassured her that this is for the good of the their planet and their people and to not worry about other inferior species. Spectra was conflicted and tried to get some answers, secretly from another source. Years later, there were a few attempts on attacking and invading small nearby planets. The military sent out ships to them and she had to witness the violence and how her soldiers made the other species fall into submission. These are small victories for the Irken empire but there’s so much to be done. Spectra felt sympathetic towards the inferior aliens, who are now owned by the empire. She no one but one of her closest chamber maids about her sneaking off and helping some of the captured slaves free. Magnus announce he going to lead his personal troops off into battle against an enemy of the irken people, who have entered their airspace. He wants his partner to join him. Spectra refuses and argues that this is too much for her and that she’s gone along with his ideas long enough and said no. Figuring that his mate needs time to calm down and think it over, he continues the speech with the crowd. Spectra knew there will be bloodshed of other alien species if her empire decides to go forth with it new plans. This will destroy the secured trust she made with their allies because they will likely be made targets. Spectra decided to make moves and secretly gathered some irkens who are in favor of her, but unfortunately few of these irkens have backed down in fear of angering the other tallest if he found out. A while later, Spectra is summoned by the control brains.

One of them told her that since the advancement of irken technology is growing, it’s time for an upgrade on the paks. Starting with the tallest. At first Spectra was confused as to why they didn’t summon magnus as well, but she agreed to the upgrades to her pak. Any new knowledge will be greatly appreciated and useful for the growing empire. There was no additional methods required for this. Spectra stood in the middle of the room before the wires from the machine plugged into her pak. She thought it was strange that her body starts to feel out of wack after a few seconds. Then came the shockwave. Something triggered the pak’s countdown. Spectra asked what was happening to her and there she learns the truth. The control brains are not downloading new information into her pak. They are deleting it from the system. She’s ring deactivate and it made the tallest panic and beg them not to do it. She fell to her knees and asked for forgiveness. It turned out that one of Spectra’s personal staff snitched on her and told the control brains all about her little scheme against the future plans to expand the empire across the galaxy. She should have known that not all irkens live to serve the tallest, but are loyal to the control brains who created them. Spectra could not escape them. Her thoughts went to her mate. What would Magnus do without her by his side? How will he find out about this? She was tricked into coming here and is now being deactivated.

As the countdown continues, Spectra let her tears run down her face but gave a gentle smile before her time was up. As a way of showing some respect for the dead. Spectra’s Pak was removed and given back to the control brains to sort out the data, while her body is prep to be recycled back into the system. The news of her death came to Magnus after he noticed that she didn’t meet with him as he was announcing the public.

He went to go look for her and even had a couple of guards and personal staffs search as well. It was only after he caught sight of the medical drones, carrying off a dead body on a hover table, covered up. Magnus’s fear turned to dread as he saw Spectra’s lifeless body on the display table, being prepared to go into the melting machine for the use of her DNA into the collective. The truth of her passing was kept from the public and only a minor few drones know about what happened. Unknown to everyone, Spectra secretly downloaded her personality into one of the big main computer systems on Irk. Her face image popped up once during one of the announcer’s speeches, years later after Lux was named tallest.

*EXTRA*

•Spectra killed off a giant gallopucus as one of her final assessments before ranking up.

•She had dreamed that one day she’ll get to one day settle down and have smeets.

•In the alternate version,Spectra becomes cold and heartless after the death of tallest Magnus. She wage war on all 7 of Irk’s closest enemies. She won 6 of them before the last one took her out. This went down in history.

•When she’s not working, she’s lounging in her and Magnus’s chambers, keeping to herself.

•Spectra’s favorite sweets are cupcakes.

•Spectra has a mind of her own and it lead to her deactivation because of her sympathy.

•She never wanted to be tallest but Magnus got in her head and she eventually agreed.

•She loves dresses and would ask wardrobe to make her plenty of it for her while based on her preference and theme type. Magnus wasn’t into it but loves seeing her look beautiful.

•There’s a rumor from the other irkens, saying that tallest Spectra takes data documents from the military base computer to download into her own pak as a way to link with the control brains out of some suspicions.

•Spectra’s antennas vibrate when she dreams of something pleasant. It also happens when she’s flustered or in a loving state of mind.

*DIALOGUES*

“Do not answer me with my own question!”

“This guy hurt me. Shamed me. Betrayed me so many times. It’s time for some payback!”

“Don’t confuse brutality with strength”

“I was only trying to help, but if your pride means that much to you, then fine. See if anyone else would care if you live or die!”

“I’ve always planned my next move logically and rationally. Do not doubt my intelligence!”

“You know what they say? Loose lips sink relationships. At least that’s what I heard….”

“the world doesn’t give many chances. You’ve just missed yours. Too bad you need to die.”

“Sometimes dreams intertwine with reality.”

“I only agreed to be a tallest beside you because you wanted me to, Magnus!”

“You don’t know what I’ve done, Magnus. Don’t get your hopes up on me now.”

#Invader Zim #Fanart #OC #Irken #Tallest Spectra

[ayyyez]

Love how the majority of your haikyuu masterlist is going to be filled w/ asks by me <3 Teamwork

ANYWAY, how about hcs of haikyuu characters favorite Ghibli films?? Again, pick any characters that come to your mind, though I'll toss in Ennoshita as he's a film enthusiast and Yachi sense she hasn't been requested yet!

A/N: pfft! Yeah, it's you, me and our Haikyuu headcanons against the world bestie <3 BUT yeah of course I'll do these. Actually I have this urge to watch Porco Rosso again now. I did watch my fav recently too.

TAGS: general headcanons, fav movies, studio ghibli films, fluff, Director Ennoshita vibes, Sweet Yachi, Snuggled up Ghibli date with Kenma, Hinata siblings bonding, Kuroo is a dork

CHARACTERS: Ennoshita Chikara, Yachi Hitoka, Kenma Kozume, Hinata Shouyou, Kuroo Tetsurou with honourable mentions at the end

ENNOSHITA CHIKARA:

While Ennoshita can sit down and enjoy films I feel like he enjoys watching them more for the analytical film side of things. He likes to break them down and analyse the technical and thematical aspects as well as thinking about how he feels watching them.

The film buff in him holds Grave of the Fireflies (1988) so highly that even though it ripped his heart out he holds it as one of his favourite must watch in your life time films. He definitely cried his eyes out too. Not ashamed to admit it either. Can talk for hours about the powerful themes and will convince you to watch it if you haven't.

I think his all time favourite Ghibli movie though would be Princess Mononoke (1997). It just has that rewatchability, the visuals, the action, the complexity of the characters and the 'you're beautiful' line. It just captures everything he loves in films. Ennoshita the simp identifying with the simp characters. Hell yeah.

I think he'd watch all of the Ghibli films at least once and enjoy most of them enough to rewatch.

YACHI HITOKA:

I don't think she watches many movies. Ghibli movies I feel are the few that Yachi did come across though. I think a friend in her elementary school years introduced them to her. The first one she ever saw was Spirited Away (2001) and its held a special place in her heart ever since. It's probably her favourite one to rewatch.

She would have this fantasy as a kid too that every time she walked down an alleyway or through an arch she'd be whisked off away to another world. Yachi knew it was silly but it was her only escape from her studies.

Another one she really likes is Kiki's Delivery Service (1989). She really admires Kiki's confidence of being able to go out into world so young and make it on her own. It's the kind of confidence she wished she had for herself. As she gets older and grows confident she looks back on this movie with warmth, seeing herself become more confident like Kiki.

I like to think Ghibli movies for Yachi are comfort movies that she returns to in adulthood that remind her how much she's grown.

KENMA KOZUME:

I've said before he's into anime and manga, I think he'd be into Ghibli films too. I feel he'd chuck them on as way to wind down from gaming. Snug in bed and content just putting on a nice Ghibli film. Perfect. His perfect date night too honestly. There's actually a few I feel he'd like so I've given him a top 3 in no particular order.

Howl's Moving Castle (2004)—it's a staple and one of his most rewatched. He finds it easy to watch, likes the music, the banter of the romance couple and yeah maybe Howl's kinda hot sometimes even when he's pathetic. Kind of wants Howl merch. Buys the earrings.

When Marnie Was There (2014)—Shed a tear or two the first time because wow he wasn't expecting such a touching story. Was there for all the feels. Watched it again a few days later because it was stuck on his mind. It became one of his favs he puts on those occassions he wants to feel something.

Whisper of the Heart (1995)—Maybe because it's also my fav and the main love interest reminds me of a my fav dork that gets paired with Kenma and I feel like thats cute. But also I just feel like he'd vibe with this cute movie a lot! His fav character is the cat Muta.

HINATA SHOUYOU:

Loves to watch these movies with his sister Natsu. They watch anime together in general but Ghibli movies are just those extra fun ones they put on. They have a range but his favourite one is probably My Neighbour Totoro (1988).

Totoro is one of the first films Hinata remembers watching in general so it's mostly the nostalgia that makes it his favourite. He's an emotional film enjoyer. It's not about the themes or the analysis. He just wants to have fun and enjoy himself. Also the memories of watching it with his sister is what makes it special.

You know as well that if he's sharing this film with you then it's a big deal. It means a lot to him. It's a treasured part of his childhood. It's probably something he takes with him to brazil aswell like a little piece of home along with his one piece manga.

Bought his sister a little Totoro keychain in his third year when he was in Tokyo. Gave it to her before he left for brazil. It was like a little goodbye to their childhood together.

KUROO TETSUROU:

He's another one I feel has a couple of favourites. Ones he has come to love and find comfort films in.

The first one is just one he likes for the themes, the main character and the laughs. Porco Rosso (1992)—Obviously loves the whole seaplane pirates action of it all and heroic main character. I feel like he'd identify with the main character not being good at admiting romantic feelings (Kuroo's a fumbler). Also appreciates the character growth throughout the film. Also the whole 'I'd rather be a pig than facist.' 10/10.

Only Yesterday (1991)—This one I see him watching on a whim when he was younger. His parents were arguing again, his life was a little unstable and uncertain (this was before he moved nextdoor to Kenma) and he needed to drown the noise out. He found this movie put it on and really connected with it. He really felt lost like the main character and felt hope watching it—seeing there was a hopeful ending.

I think as he gets older and expands his viewing I think Kuroo would also vibe with Whisper of the Heart (1995). He'd vibe with the main love interest. He's on the same level, trying to be cool to win over the person he has a crush on but really he's been pining all this time. Also working hard to pursue his dreams? Kuroo all over. He's also just a sucker for a love.

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

My Neighbor Totoro (1988)/Kiki's Delivery Service (1989): Kiyoko Shimizu, Yaku Morisuke, Yamaguchi Tadashi

Porco Rosso (1992)/Princess Mononoke (1997): Bokuto Koutarou, Iwaizumi Haijime, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Saeko Tanaka, Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya, Suna Rintarou

Only Yesterday(1991)/Whisper of the Heart (1995): Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji, Kenji Futakuchi

Spirited Away (2001)/Howl's Moving Castle (2004): Kunimi Akira, Semi Eita, Kageyama Tobio, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Ponyo (2008)/The Secret World of Arrietty (2010)/When Marnie Was There (2014): Tendou Satori (he likes them all but it's the visuals and emotions), Aone Takanobu, Koganegawa Kanji, Kentarou Kyoutani

#haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #ennoshita headcanons #ennoshita chikara headcanons #ennoshita chikara #yachi hitoka #yachi headcanons #yachi hitoka headcanons #kenma kozume #kenma kozume headcanons #kenma headcanons #hinata shouyou headcanons #hinata shouyou #hinata headcanons #hinata shoyo headcanons #kuroo tetsurou headcanons #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro headcanons #ennoshita x reader #yachi x reader #kenma x reader #hinata x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #kenma fluff #yachi fluff #ennoshita fluff #hinata fluff

[medicus-felini]

Christmas Special Candle Service! 🎄🎅🎁 If Kara Barai was already a cheerful island usually, during the holidays it reached its peak.  Many customs and cultures meshed together, celebrating that end of the year in their own way. It wasn't ideal to be happy that Victoria Punk had been damaged in their last voyage, Mr 3 knows. To the point that it would take a month to repairs being made? Especially during the holidays? His guardian angel was really working hard. Getting "along" with Mr Eustass…meeting Linn. A blessed year indeed. On that day, he scouted the Mink behind the main tent, where more traditional decorations were put. While he would love to boast himself and explain the cultural significance of things, that day Galdino seemed half-hearted doing it. Often doing too short explanations, his head was clearly in another place even if he held the woman by the arm during their walking.  " Pardon me, ….. My mind has been all over the place since I saw the state of your crew's ship, ga ne. Going after Mr Shanks. Mr Eustass really.. has such strong will. Admirable."  As messy their schedule was, that crew kept consistent two to three months visits to exchange marines there. That time took a little longer, obviously there was something wrong. His pessimistic stance couldn't bear to imagine waiting for them without news or any sign that they would be ok somewhere. That anxiety was his own fault for letting himself get too attached.  He pauses under one of the cone trees that was decorated with colorful lights.  " Missy Linn, forgive me. But.. I'll be giving your gift a little early this time or I won't be able to rest at all. " From inside a little blue striped letter, a nice folded paper is shown at Galdino palm. When left by itself it starts to drag itself in his direction. " I'm sure you know what a vivre card is, do you? Missy Linn." " For christmas…. Would you have this? I..If anything happens, independent if your crew needs to exchange marines or not. I would—without doubt help in any way possible, ga ne. If you need anything, please.. this will let you find me anywhere. ” “ If it isn't too bold of myself…. to ask for my own gift. Would you lend me your vivre card as well? I..If my letters one day return and you and your crew take too long to return I’ll just.. definitely seek for you no matter what! I really.. really need to know if you would safe and sound ever far from me or else I can't sleep, ga ne! B—”   " B—ECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU , MISSY LINN, GA NE! "

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❀⊱ 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 ! ⊰❀

↷ ⸍ @waxgentleman ⸝

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      𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑉𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒.      Collateral damage. Every single one could count themselves lucky to have survived. It would be hard to get into the Christmas spirit, knowing the ship will need nothing less than their shipwright's full attention. Kid was persistent in 'visiting' Shanks. But her captain's decisions will not hinder her from taking a breath, enjoying some calm moments on this often-visited island. A little favorite by now, even.

Linn feels somewhat stunned, not having planned on seeing Galdino so soon. The mink would have gotten a present, definitely, just . . . What an awful timing to be shipwrecked right at Christmas. Scolding herself silently as she spots the paper in the artist's palm. Damn it. Why couldn't this galère wait so she would have been able to show up with a gift herself   ?   

 Vivre cards were not unfamiliar to her   —   after joining a pirate crew, that is. Usually, exchanging these little papers was more reserved for alliance partners, captains, navigators, important people. That was the most convenient use, after all she knows. Mr. 3 pulled out this adorable letter, offering a glimpse, seeing the card quiver softly leaves her eyes twinkling with intrigue. Like a magnet, the vivre card pulls gently toward the sculptor's body. How thoughtful. How brave. He really wants to offer assistance if things go sour. Linn frowns a bit. She would never want to bring him into a dangerous situation just because of her (or her captain's) poor decisions.

     ❝ Oh, Mr. Galdino, you didn't have to- . . . ❞     Slowly, his words echoed in her head. Love   ?

L o v e   ?

  Her inner ears play ping pong with themselves, repeating this phrase over and over and over again. The longer she stares with eyes wide open, the darker this warm hue on her cheeks gets. It was clear to the feline; that these feelings towards the artist were more than casual. Long ago even. Whatever he had in mind for them, it never failed to impress her. She enjoyed every single minute, second, moment close to him. Hells, he most likely had caught wind of the crush already. But how unlikely nervous Galdino sounds for knowing it already.

Was he that oblivious   ?

Slowly, almost like time itself went thick like honey around them, gloved fingers reached for the paper.    ❝ You do . . . ? ❞     A mere whisper. For anything she stands for, Linn would have loved to thank him for the present first, yet this situation makes her decision falter. There was a larger elephant in the room than just showing gratitude for the card.

A small step closer brings them almost to eye level before the doctor's fuzzy, warm cheek brushes against Galdino's. A lingering stroke, accompanied by a shy purr.     ❝ I am . . . moved. And glad you said it first . . . I don't know what I would have done if you turned my feelings down. ❞     There was this subtle break in her words as they fell silently next to his ear. But a smile was prominent, even if his eyes would not catch hers. Her palm closes over his hand, caging the vivre card in both of their hands.

     ❝ I do so too. I share these emotions towards you, Mr. Galdino. It is . . . mutual. ❞

Clearly, that was the last thing the mink would have expected today. What a nice present to have clarity over whatever both tried to conceal these last months.

No more words were shared. Lazily, her forehead finds rest on his shoulder. Almost like the way it did when they first met. How nostalgic . . .

#waxgentleman #SORRY I AM LATE BABY HUUUAAAAAAAAGH #LONG POST LONG POST #*cries blood then explodes* NAMAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #You evil mastermind you perfectly found a moment they could share vivre cards #DO THEY HAVE THEIR ANNIVERSARY ON CHRISTMAS OMG #awful ugly pathetic adorable slimy charming endearing lovable guy #*hugs them both* my children #thank you for this MEAAAAAL #⚕ ⦅ Consultation hour. ⦆⠀⠀/ ic . #⚕ ⦅ Candlelight dinner. ⦆⠀⠀/ Galdinoverse . #⚕ ⦅ Fist cadence. ⦆⠀⠀/ galdinoverse .

[thedeepweb]

🦋 stone ocean + eoh spoilers. stronger ones under cut

rewatching dio and pucci's dialogue and pucci is such a tragic character. this line really gets me

pucci's entire character was formed from guilt. it's canonical he always wondered why he was the twin that survived, and thus most likely given he joined the church to help with the feeling of having been responsible from his twin's death. and going around almost a decade of church service to feel he's compensating something, at least in the spiritual level, he ends up, while inadvertidedly, causing the real deaths of his two sibilings. and in the worst personal way for him. and he's just 16 and he's so hurt and he cannot talk to this with anyone. and so he turns to this enigmatic stranger with the bad, bad luck that is a guy that believes violence is necessary to reach heaven

and i think that's the first thing that dooms pucci: this man is not judging him; quite the opposite, you will be a good person, and have a spirit noble enough to get to heaven, for having caused death.

the second thing, and what effectively seals pucci's fate, is the heaven dio proposes

this proposed heaven will bring "peace of mind", but not in the just existing way, but rather in a concrete one: humans will become aware of their fate

that's the part that really sells the idea to pucci, i think also a lot of fans gloss over. pucci isn't following the plan of some adult he admired, pucci saw what felt to him the sole way to stop feeling guilty, and made the plan his own. when i got to pucci's explanation, i had to stop and wonder why would dio come up with it. and that's when i realized, pucci is not following dio's exact plan, he has appropiated it and molded it to his needs

pucci explains that he, as owner of the stand, will keep speeding up the world until it reaches a reset point, creating a new universe, where humans will know what happened to them in the previous and learn to navigate it knowing the consequences to their actions. this, in short, will make grieving easier. and pucci, who caused this, will remain in the middle of everything, controlling it and functioning as an eternal tension point between the two universes. this is an absolutely miserable way to exist

the misery and strain of that place does not benefit dio, who's ego far too big that he keeps getting minions for everything. why would pucci accept this and not, say, do like his tutor and find someone else? easy, because pucci feels he deserves to be there. it's his price to pay, his way to both ease himself from the guilt that haunts him, and being able to symbolically help and warn people. how mad can someone be at you if they always knew what was coming? how guilty can you be at doing something the other person knew would happen? isn't it easier for the soul to start grieving a decade before needing to?

pucci's first stand is to forget and being able to dream of another reality. he was the most suitable to develop a time speeding ability, in desesperation to just get over grief. and given how dio studied stands, he finished molding him into that

this is also supported by the fact that he is the only person dio trusts his plan to. dio hates mindless followers, he likes toying with weak minded people. when he says he hates dogs is because they're brainlessly loyal, and he will put his agent's trust at game not because he wants to be sure they are loyal per se, but because he hates that type of submission. he asked vanilla ice to decapitate himself not because he needed, but to make him freak out. he killed enyaba not because he she wasn't useful enough but because he just doesn't care about his minions. dio likes defiance, specifically smothering it. that's why he left hol horse live, for having enough galls to point a gun at him, while enyaba died loyal. and that's why dio considers pucci not a minion, but a friend

dio knows pucci would have not used the plan to, say, resurrect him. he knew pucci would have used it for himself. he hands the bone to him after asking him if he would have used white snake on him. and pucci realizes he could, but he won't.

(notice the difference of treatment between their manga interactions, versus in eyes of heaven when pucci spends more time with dio and his admiration grows to love while dio doesn't even look at him when talking, because pucci became a follower)

the plan works, because pucci took the reins all by himself, and decided to be alone at the top. while at the same time isolating himself from the rest of his peers. after dio's death he could have met someone else, someone who would have listened to him and help him managing guilt. but he remained alone. when he goes down, he does not care about actually living, he wants to be martyr and die where it would be useful. that thought was far too rooted into his head to be something to sprout in the moment. he decided his fate would be being alone and he continued his path, forever compensating his feeling of guilt with manipulating people from the shadows in order of a greater good, a good that cannot be bad despite the deaths it needs to succeed, because then you will know what happened to you, and you cannot really get mad can you? just how bad can he be if he's causing pain for something greater?

in short: if there is a villain that deserved to be redeemed, is pucci

#tl;dr he needs a therapist and also to get with a real man. like m- #jjba #enrico pucci #d*op*cci shippers don't even look at this post. get some reading comprehension

[oddyssey77]

Not So Alone - Clarisse

POV Clarisse La Rue

I felt a throbbing pain in the back of my head as my eyes shuddered open. What had happened to me? How did I get here? As I struggled to remember the explanation for my situation, I was interrupted by an Australian accent.

"You're awake!" a boy of about seventeen exclaimed, "I was getting worried." He looked at me with a smile that made my heart quake. I opened my mouth to speak but my lungs were refusing service.

"Don't strain yourself," he said. I looked around, my vision blurred. Was I in a cave? I couldn't be sure.

"You took quite a hit when that stone guy threw you against the tree. I don't know where we are now but we'll find our way back. Just the two of us," He spoke each word like it was a gift.

He had a certain contentment even in this dire situation that I couldn't help but admire. I managed a weak smile and spoke, "Who are you?"

The question caught him by surprise. He looked at me quizzically and seemed to put things together in his head. But before he could respond I passed out again.

The next time I woke up wasn't as peaceful as the last. I was propped up against the wall of the cave and I was still with the boy. He had messy dark hair and a wild look in his eyes. His ears were pointed like an elf's, and his skin was overrun by acne. I felt like I knew this boy. No, I was certain I knew this boy. Sadly, I wasn't going to get a chance to stare at his chocolate eyes and patchy complexion much longer.

His face was smeared with blood and his expression ached with sorrow.

"Clarisse," he said, and I realised that he was talking to me. Was that my name? Clarisse? "Clarisse listen to me!" he hushed. A tear streaked down his face. He placed his hand against my cheek and directed my gaze right into his. 

"Whatever you do, stay right here. No matter what happens to me, you stay right here! You got that?" I nodded weakly, "I love you Clarisse. Gods of Olympus, I love you so much." Even now he managed to keep smiling. I remembered one thing about him in that moment. That I loved him too. I tried to say it but I just choked, still winded.

In one last gesture, he reached out and kissed my forehead gently. After that, all I could see was his back as he retreated from me and headed deep into the tunnels of the cave. I heard the clashing of a sword against scales nearby. A Dracon roared and the Australian boy yelled in response. 

As fire lit up the caves, I tried to get up, to fight. I heard one last shout from the boy.

"For Hermes!" his war cry echoed through the cave system. I was blinded by a burst of light so great that it illuminated the cavern completely. 

The light receded into one last form. The boy in an orange t-shirt and tattered jeans. Except this was more of a spirit than a physical form. An echo of his life, contained into one teenage golden form of light. He smiled at me one last time as he floated through the roof of the cavern, toward the surface and the sky beyond.

~One Day Later~ 

I remembered more by then. The t-shirt I was wearing had the word camp on it and another word that had faded off overtime. The orange t-shirt meant home. That I was sure of. The spear I was holding had some sort of magic to it because whenever I touched the tip, I felt a jolt of energy shudder through me. I also knew there was something special about me. Something powerful. Maybe I was a witch from Harry Potter. Something told me I would make a great Slytherin.

Or I could be a spy working for the government. Which government? I wasn't too sure. What if I am a goddess? That would be cool. I could tell I was getting close. Clarisse: Goddess of electric spears and getting Australians killed. I was sure that was it.

That meant all of the others from my home of orange t-shirts were gods as well. I remembered one specific goddess from my home. She had long blond hair and grey eyes. I think her name was Annabeth, goddess of super smartiness and winning too much of capture the flag. Then I realised that the boy who loved me must be Hermes, god of travellers and messengers seeing as his final words were something about that god.

I identified why I couldn't remember anything. I had been hit on the head. The wound still ached. I wasn't sure how or when but I was pretty sure it was in battle. I had been staying put just like he had told me to for about a day but I had gone out for water after that and found a nice little burned down jungle cavern with a dead stone warrior and a corpse sizzling on burned firewood. 

I had sipped from the stream and found some, not too burnt, mangos from the trees. After that, I went to examine the burnt up body. It was a teenage boy with short fair hair and a scar scrolling through his left eye. I had seen this boy before. I felt like he had been a friend but I wasn't too sure. I hoped that whoever killed him wasn't looking to do the same to me.

I also had found a furry robot that resembled a Minotaur. It had been shot in the back of the head with a golden arrow. The golden arrow represented Apollo. I knew that because the silver ones represented Artemis. I was proud of how much I was remembering. Well done Clarisse, you are a very good goddess.

I looked up at an opening in the ceiling of the cave. It was high up and looked like someone or more had already climbed out by scaling a pillar of vines. I felt blessed that an exit had been left for me by the previous attendants of this cave and gladly began climbing the vines.

CRASH!

I found out the hard way that I was still too weak too climb vines. 

~3 Days Later~

I was insufferably lonely. It had been days of living in the jungle cavern and mangoes weren't enough to sustain me forever. I wished for a lot of things; my memories, a way out, a better food supply, people to help me, but most of all, I wished for the Australian Hermes boy who loved me. 

I curled into a fetal position and sobbed. I could tell that it was not in my nature to show emotion but that didn't matter, nor did I care. After hours of feeling sorry for myself and wallowing in my own tears, something happened. Or more accurately, someone.

"Clarisse." a soft, kind voice exclaimed, "How are you here?"

I looked up in a daze and tried to make out the figure standing before me. She had long, wavy, auburn hair and was wearing a flowing white dress adorned with flowers. Her spectral blue eyes gleamed against the sunlight and her smile had a way of melting all my troubles away.

"Who are you?" I asked, scrambling to my feet.

"My name is Leena, I live here." 

"You live in these dark scary caves by yourself?" Something about my tone seemed to offend her.

"I can handle myself," she assures me, "And I live on this whole island!" she described this place as if it were some paradise and I wasn't about to die of starvation. 

"And I am not by myself. I have many friends here. I just need to find my way back to them."

"Did you get lost?"

"I wish," Leena sighs, "I was taken from my home. I was sent on a mission and now I have to complete one more task before I can go back." Her face droops and her eyes brim with tears.

"Why?" 

"My home has a lot of rules. I think I broke a few of them and this is my punishment."

I began thinking about how familiar she seems. Maybe her home is the same as mine with the orange t-shirts.

"Can I go with you to your home?" I said and her eyes light up.

"That would be a fun idea! You can meet all my friends. Like Michael! You'd love Michael."

"He sounds cool," I say, wondering if I can find out anything else, "How did you know my name when you found me?"

"Because we are friends Clarisse! Did you forget? We were at Camp Half-Blood together."

"Camp Half-Blood?" I say puzzled. 

"Yeah, our home." She points to my t-shirt and smiles. I wonder if she is still referring to the place that sent her away or a different home. I wanted to ask more when I realised that she wasn't focused on me anymore. Her eyes were scanning the cave until they settled on the campfire with the singed body rotting and decomposing inside of it.

EEEEAAAKKK!!! 

"WHAT HAPPENED TO LUKE!" Leena cried

"Luke?" I wondered, glad to know the name of the dead guy.

"He was also our friend," she sighed, "One of our best friends."

"Who was he?" 

"He was a son of Hermes." She replied and my heart begins beating rapidly.

"Hermes? I met him down here." I began thinking of the Australian who I hadn't really stopped thinking about to begin with. Leena looked up with a quizzical expression

"That's not possible. The only gods allowed on this island are Hades and Demeter."

"How are we here then?" That made Leena laugh

"We are not gods Clarisse. We're demigods." A wave of understanding washes over me as I hear the last word. As if it were unlocking memories I had lost. I remembered the cabins, the archery range, the strawberry fields, Thalia's pine. I remembered Chiron and Mr. D. I remember fighting alongside my fellow demigods in two different wars. But the one thing that I still couldn't remember was the other demigods. 

I couldn't think of their faces or their names. Their personalities or powers. It was if those memories were still being held back from my mind. It no longer felt like only the wound was poisoning my mind. It was as if something else, something much stronger, was trying to overtake me.

"Demigods are the mortal children of the gods." Leena explained. She sounded so patient with me. She was so helpful and kind that I wasn't sure how I was friends with her. Something told me my usual friendship circle was a little more aggressive than that.

"I am a daughter of Aphrodite." Leena said, "You are a daughter of Ares."

Ares

That is the god of war. I am a daughter of the god of war. Somehow that didn't surprise me but that didn't mean I liked it. 

"We are going to get home Clarisse." Leena cups her hands around my face and stares at me defiantly. But first, we are going to find who did this and kill them. She looked at my spear with a grin and gestured to her left. The son of Hermes named Luke still lay dead in the campfire. 

"We'll kill them." I say, glad that I am going back to Camp Half-Blood with my new/old friend Leena.

This Chapter is Dedicated to Nina

#the sun and the star #percy jackson fanart #pjo headcanon #the heroes of olympus #piper mclean #blood of olympus #tsats #camp half blood #rick riordan #solangelo

[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 40

Cw: mentions of family deaths, depression and a blood oath

Gif by @asongoficeandfiresource

Taglist @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @sweethoneyblossom1 @watercolorskyy @alexandria-millie @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Driftmark and Dragonstone had fallen once more and what was left of the loyalists scattered making the Battle of the Gullet a victory for them but comes at a great price.

Only a third of the fleet was able to survive and no one is surprised that it was Lys’ part that was left untouched.

The Lyseni Admiral brought gifts and two dragonseeds who turned cloaks seeing the battle lost.

Hugh Hammer and Ulf White would be given lands in the Reach if they managed to quell the rebellious lords.

Addam of Hull and Nettles had regrouped in Celtigar Isle before joining Daemon in the Riverlands, but not after ordering the dragons in the Dragonmont be unchained.

Perhaps having Silverwing here will aid Aemma’s spirits now that Jacaerys is dead.

Baela would likely escape and avenge her betrothed, but Dreamfyre would return to Helaena and provide some safety for the city when Aemond leaves it unguarded.

“Oh, good, I need your advice, little brother.” Aegon acts as if this were any nameday and not less than a day after his wife’s younger brothers were killed in his name.

“What do you think of this crown for Aemma. I know hers matches mine perfectly, but I want something she can wear with colors besides red.” Aegon shows him the gold diadem with seven jewels laid in seven-pointed stars and its matching jewelry.

It was a lovely thing; she’d like it well enough, and he says so.

Of course, material things don’t hold much meaning to her because when you grow with all the wealth and luxury at your fingertips it stops being special.

Fuck, Aemond’s lost count how many times mother has given him seven-pointed star pendants.

The way to Aemma’s heart was through meaningful gifts, something Aegon thought a waste of time because they weren’t spectacular enough for him.

“What did you get her?” his brother asked knowing he can mock it all he wants because it is always something simple and understated.

“A book of poetry.” With red carnations pressed on a poem about forbidden love.

Red carnations signified love and passion, and he was counting on Aemee knowing that.

She’d only see it in private where she’d be free to bite her lip at the romantic meaning of it.

“You are so boring sometimes; I don’t see what she sees in you.” Aegon smiled with pride thinking he had the best gift.

“A functioning cock, perhaps.” The prince regent said with a casual shrug.

This brought out the darkness in Aegon. “How did you know?”

“Jena, she warned me that my services are far from over.” The One-Eye answered unafraid of the bitter edge in his words.

Gods, he hated serving as Aemma’s concubine.

He enjoyed being her lover, but utterly loathed he was must toil for another man to reap the rewards.

Vhagar’s eggs had been plenty, varying from Silverwing’s silver white to the Cannibal’s pitch black.

The greatest of these was the great black one with dark green webbing.

Balerion reborn.

Aegon will want it, Aemond will be forced to offer it to him.

But he wants it for his son.

He had hoped he’d been wed to Aemma by now and if that had occurred, the egg would he placed in the cradle with their son as is custom.

Perhaps he can offer the golden egg Vhagar got from coiling with Syrax, after all Sunfyre and Syrax had been clutchmates even if the latter had hatched four and ten years before the former.

Aemond knows which one Aemma would choose for Aenys: the blood red one that may be Meleys’.

“The Gods give, and the Gods take. If I had known this was going to happen, I would’ve taken Sunfyre and left instead of hiding in the Sept.” his brother spoke with regret and did his best to shove it away the moment his sunken eyes threatened to mist. “But mother and grandfather never cared to listen to us, so why mourn what could have been, eh?”

Aemma’s hair is arranged like a veil made of two braids divided in seven ways and the rest is gathered up in a bun, Aegon’s gift fits her perfectly and yet the seven gemstones are as lifeless as hers.

There had not been a peep about Luke, Arrax had been shot down, but its rider remained a mystery.

There was hope yet.

“You can’t let yourself leave like that again. Do you hear me? You. Cannot. Give. Up.” Baela shook her by the shoulders when the nagging pit in her stomach told her Luke was dead as well.

“If not for us, for your babe.” Baela held back her tears as bravely as she could, but in the end both girls stand there on her rug clutching to each other as the grief overtakes them. They sit in front of the fireplace where just seconds ago burned offerings to their dead.

Baela in her rage and grief had cut her hair up to her chin, burning her silver mane as they prayed in High Valyrian for a peaceful afterlife for their dead.

She loved Jace, they were set to wed on her six and tenth nameday because Jace wanted her to be sure and have the power to refuse if she didn’t wish to marry him.

Their dragons had chosen each other as mates and Vermax was supposed to bring forth a clutch of eggs on the next moon.

Now all those hopes and dreams Jace and Baela had for their future had died with him.

Eventually, Baela would be made to wed a man loyal to Aegon because she is a ward of the crown. Perhaps this husband will be a good man and deserving of her, but Aemma doesn’t think it likely.

All is bliss in the court of Aemma the Great, Alys Rivers’ words become more ironic and crueler with each passing day.

“I won’t, I promise.” The young queen nods in understanding and pulls herself together.

“Then prove it to me.” The girl said pulling out a hidden dagger and cutting her palm. “Let us swear a blood oath: we will avenge them, and we will take what they have stolen from us. With Fire and blood.”

Aemma takes the bloody knife and repeats the oath as she bites back the pain as they bind their hands with the ribbon Jace gave Baela, “We will avenge our dead and take what is ours with fire and blood.”

When Sharako Lohar enters the Throne Room as a hero, Aemma knows Baela’s knife won’t be the only thing to kill him the moment he is alone.

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #all is bliss (in the court of aemma the great) #ocappreciationtag #aegon ii x oc x aemond

[memoryofapricity]

aquamarine eyes. Viktuuri

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 – 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐫𝐢!!! 𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐂𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 – 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐯 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 – 𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

this fic is for the animanga secret santa exchange 2022 ! my giftee was @bl-astoise, hope you enjoy <3

Katsuki Yūri had always loved animals. most of his relatives thought he would grow out if it in his teenage years, but here he was; an animal lover in his twenties.

something else he'd always loved was baking. it was a shared activity that had brought him closer to his mother. the nostalgia from smelling cinnamon in the air, or brushing flour off of his hands took him back to the kitchen of his childhood home in a matter of seconds.

oh, and one more thing he loved was the holiday season. he loved the light hearted spirit that surrounded this time, but he also enjoyed the sense of rush it gave him in a customer service job. that's right, Katsuki Yūri had achieved his dream job. nothing could ever be a more perfect work environment for him than a cat café.

he'd managed to climb the ranks and gain the trust of his superiors. by now he was something of a manager in his little café.

that didn't mean he wouldn't get the normal tasks done himself, though.

he was just sweeping the floors and cleaning the tables during the last open hour, while jazzy Christmas songs played in the background, when he heard the door open.

"welcome! what can I get you?" he said his usual greeting while making his way back to the front.

only as he stood behind the counter he got a good look at the gentleman with a long trench coat and platinum hair. his prim appearance made him look out of place in a more relaxed environment like this one.

"may I have a cappuccino, please?" the customer requested.

"coming right up! would that be all?"

"that's all, thank you."

the platinum haired man gave Yūri a small, polite smile before stepping to the side to wait for his order.

the barista prepared the coffee, but he couldn't erase those light blue eyes from his mind. they looked like a pair of aquamarine gemstones.

Yūri looked at the milk foam sitting at the top of the glass mug, before deciding to draw a heart on this handsome customer's coffee. he took the mug to the cash register and pushed it across the counter carefully.

another small smile formed onto the other man's lips the moment he saw the heart.

"thank you kindly", was all he said after paying for his drink.

Yūri watched him walk across the room to an empty armchair and pull out a small book from the breast pocket of his jacket. the brown eyes were glued to him as he slipped the outside coat off and set it on the armrest carefully.

Yūri could feel his coworker's eyes on himself as he kept admiring the blue plaid vest paired with a simple, white button up.

"Yūri, you're staring", his friend Phichit noted.

"but... just look at him", Yūri sighed out, "he looks so... posh."

he leaned his elbow against the counter and kept his eyes on the stranger whose body language was the most graceful Yūri had ever seen.

Phichit nudged him forward.

"stop drooling and go talk to him!"

Yūri's face flushed and turned around to scold the younger man: "I am not drooling! I just admire people like him."

along with a "sure, sure", he was pushed out of hiding behind the counter and he stood awkwardly in the open. he took a deep breath and started walking towards the customer.

it was only then he noticed one of the cats curled up on the elegant man's lap.

"oh, she seems to really like you."

the light blue eyes looked up at him.

"why do you sound so surprised?" the customer questioned as his head tilted to the side slightly.

"she's usually not one to care about customers. she always takes a while to warm up to the staff too", the black haired one explained.

a chuckle was heard before the stranger spoke up again: "I must be special, then."

the next day Yūri couldn't get the strange customer out of his mind. the way he moved, the way he spoke...

"thank you for the coffee", he'd said, glancing at the nametag on the apron, "Yuuuuri~."

the way he'd dragged out the u in Yūri, made the barista's heart flutter.

"stop daydreaming", the youngest employee, another Yuri, - though everyone called him Yurio - said as he smacked the back of Yūri's head.

"ow", the older of the two mumbled out while rubbing the spot Yurio had hit.

"you're usually not like this. I'd expect this from Phichit, but not you. I thought you were sensible."

"hey!" was heard from the back.

Yūri chuckled.

"well, yes, this is the first time this has happened to me", he admitted.

Phichit chose to stop eavesdropping and join the conversation: "but you had a girlfriend in high school, didn't you?"

Yūri felt guilt flushing through him.

"yes, I did, but I don't think I was ever in love with her."

"because you're gay", Yurio retorted.

Phichit looked at him with his jaw dropped open, as if he just revealed a character death from a show they were watching.

"what? did he seriously not know?"

Yūri could only replay those words in his head. gay? now that someone said it out loud, it made a lot of sense. maybe he was gay. and just maybe, that gorgeous customer he knew nothing about was his gay awakening.

but, it wasn't like Yūri would ever see him again, unless he decided to visit the café again himself.

the next time he saw those aquamarine eyes was on a late night walk back home after closing the coffeeshop.

"Makkachin!" someone yelled, right before a strange force took Yūri down to the ground.

"I am so sorry, he doesn't usually do things like this", the stranger apologized.

Yūri opened his eyes to see the faces of a large poodle and that platinum haired customer from earlier the same week hanging over him.

"I must be special, then", he laughed out as the not-so-unfamiliar stranger helped him back up to his feet.

"yes, I suppose the tables have turned", the taller man said with a gentle smile.

before letting go of Yūri's hand, he breathed out a name: "Victor."

"Victor?"

"my name. I'm Victor."

"oh!" Yūri exclaimed as realization rolled over him, "nice to formally meet you, Victor."

"please, no need to be so polite, my dog did just knock you over."

they both chuckled softly before Victor started speaking again: "have you eaten yet?"

"ah, no, I'm going to eat once I get home."

"could I treat you to some nikuman?" Victor offered, "it's the least I can do."

a certain warm excitement filled Yūri's chest as he nodded with a smile.

"I'd like that."

the pair walked together, with their steaming meat buns in hand. Yūri could feel the awkwardness in the silence hanging between them, and he had to break it.

"so, do you usually use your dog to get closer to people like this?"

bad joke... not funny.

"only when they're adorable", Victor slipped out smoothly.

oh. oh. wasn't that a flirt?

and a good one at that.

Yūri could feel the heat rush to his cheeks as he bit into the bun again, trying to think of how he could possibly respond to that.

"I saw you looking at me, Yuuuri."

great, add in the embarrassment of getting caught staring at a customer, and what you have is Yūri turning into a mess.

after no replies from Yūri, Victor kept talking: "I wanted to see you again, but I didn't want to be your customer."

they both stopped walking and Victor turned Yūri's head towards himself.

Yūri felt his knees go weak as the sincere aquamarine eyes gazed into his soul.

"I must be lucky to run into you like this."

"m-me too", Yūri finally stammered out.

the gentle smile on Victor's face grew slightly wider.

"I know this might all come out of the blue, but would you want to go on a date with me?"

Yūri blinked once, twice, even thrice. a date? he must've been dreaming this.

"seriously?"

a snort escaped the other man.

"yes, I'm serious."

"uh, yes, I'd love to..."

Victor let go of Yūri and took a step further away from him.

"how about dinner after your shift on Saturday?"

Yūri only nodded enthusiastically. his voice was lost somewhere inside him due to the shock. he could only watch as Victor waved his goodbye and started walking away with his dog.

"he asked you out!?" Phichit's exclamation filled the kitchen the next morning as they were rolling out dough.

"yes... he's taking me out tomorrow night", Yūri said quietly.

"what? where? when?"

the bombarding of questions made it seem like Phichit was more excited for the upcoming date than Yūri was himself.

"he's meeting me here after closing, and we'll go to dinner."

"ooh, how classy.... a dinner date. wonder where that'll end up~..."

the tone in Phichit's voice got the nerves in Yūri to wake up.

this would be his first proper date. how was he supposed to act? was he supposed to get something for his date? what would they even talk about?

maybe he should read a short guide on dating...

Phichit's voice cut through his thoughts: "you look like you're spiraling, Yūri... you okay?"

"...yes! I'm totally fine. I can go on a date with a crazy handsome guy who's clearly out of my league! no problem!"

the nervous laughter escaping his lips didn't help in convincing his friend. the pair of dark grey eyes only gave him a pitying look, as if to say he was thinking too deeply into this.

"you'll be fine. there's no need to think about it too hard, just act as you would normally."

the – without lying – almost dreaded Saturday evening drew close, and Yūri couldn't contain the butterflies in his stomach when the platinum haired gentleman stepped inside the café. his lips curled into a soft smile as his aquamarine eyes locked onto the man standing behind the counter.

Yūri felt like his knees might give out at any moment. somehow Victor's gaze on him was fierce and tender at the same time.

"Yuuuri", he spoke, and his voice was velvet against Yūri's ears, "are you ready to go?"

the black haired man could only nod as his heart was beating out of his chest. would Victor reach for his hand?

he didn't.

Yūri could feel disappointment settle into his chest as they walked side by side, with a gap in between.

Yūri felt as if he needed to close said gap. he couldn't stand feeling like he was too far to reach Victor even with the tip of his finger.

suddenly the other man stopped walking and their arms bumped into each other.

"we're here", Victor breathed out a small cloud of fog into the cold night air, "the best sushi in town."

the pair walked inside and were wrapped in the surprisingly warm ambience.

Victor led Yūri into a small table in a quiet corner, with a single candle and rose in the middle.

"I made us a reservation beforehand", he mentioned as if it was the most obvious thing to be done.

he even pulled out the other chair and motioned for Yūri to sit down.

the flutter returned to his heart as he took a seat and watched the graceful man sit down on the other side of the table. Yūri watched the flicker of candlelight dance on the flawless face as the blue eyes scanned through the menu.

the dinner date went on smoothly. conversation flowed naturally and the experience as a whole felt breezy to Yūri. he hadn't felt this exhilarated in possibly years – Victor really made him feel like there was a whole new world to be discovered.

to top the night off, Victor had offered to walk Yūri back to his own apartment.

"tonight was really lovely", the black haired man said quietly.

the taller one gazed into his eyes with a soft smile as they stood on the doorstep of the apartment building.

"yes, I had a wonderful time" the velvety voice sounded out as Yūri felt a gentle squeeze on his hands, "do you think I could take you out on another date?"

an exclamation was heard: "yes, absolutely!"

and a satisfied chuckle followed.

"get your skates ready for next weekend."

with that, Victor said goodbye, but his hands lingered on Yūri's for a moment longer before pulling away.

the barista stood still at the door. he could feel the cold air surround the skin on his hands again, without the warmth from Victor.

the days went by in a flash – Yūri tried to convince himself – when in reality this had felt like the longest week of his life. but like promised, on Friday afternoon, Victor took Yūri out to an ice skating rink.

"let me help you with those", he said before kneeling down and tying Yūri's skates.

"oh, thank you", Yūri mumbled while hiding his red cheeks into his wooly scarf, "it's been a while since I last went ice skating."

"that's okay. I'll help you", Victor assured, giving a gentle look to the other man while offering his hand.

Yūri took the hand, and he was lead to the ice. his knees felt weak, but the hands holding him up were like a strong force supporting him.

little by little, Yūri did get comfortable on the slippery surface. and by the time Victor finally let him go, he was able to skate smoothly without falling over.

"great job, Yuuuri, look at you go!" Victor encouraged him with the signature gentle smile.

and when Yūri looked at the smile, he could feel his heart melting away into a puddle, filling his whole chest with warmth.

it was a completely new feeling to Yūri. everytime he was with Victor, he could feel the excitement bubbling up inside.

that was until a vital piece of information was revealed.

maybe Yūri shouldn't have asked what Victor did for a living. he wasn't prepared to hear that Victor worked for the exact law firm, which had been tormenting the café and its owner for years. for some reason they'd been set on finding the slightest reason to get the café shut down.

was Victor just trying to get to close to him in hopes of making a new discovery? or obtaining some delicate information?

Yūri's head started brewing a storm of doubts and disbelief. he couldn't understand how good of an actor Victor had been.

and it seemed like the platinum haired man noticed something going on.

"Yuuuri, what's wrong?"

"I- I think I... I need to go", Yūri stammered out before stumbling off the ice.

he kicked the skates off as fast as he could, hoping Victor wouldn't be able to run after him.

but just as he was leaving, Victor grabbed his wrist.

"Yūri, please, talk to me. what happened back there? is my occupation a problem?"

Yūri took a few shaky breaths before replying: "don't pretend like you don't know... how could you just be using me? playing with my feelings? I really liked you, but knowing this was all fake breaks my heart."

he yanked his hand free and ran away, tears almost freezing on his cheeks as they escaped his eyes.

there was a pit in his chest, where there used to be warmth.

after that, Yūri didn't see Victor for another week. with each passing day, he did want to see the platinum haired man more.

it made him feel conflicted.

why would he want to see someone who was only messing around with him?

had he already lost all sense to being charmed by the gentleman?

yes, he had, Phichit had told him.

he'd also said Yūri needed something called closure. if things were to be left like this, it would be unsatisfying and Yūri would keep wondering about the what ifs even years later.

his friend was probably right, considering out of the two he had more experience with romance.

and as Christmas eve drew close, Yūri was as absorbed into his work as ever. the only thing he allowed himself to worry about were the cats of the café.

and as he was working at the counter, the bell tinged.

once he looked up to see the customer, he saw those painfully familiar aquamarine eyes. his heart almost stopped beating for a moment.

Victor stood at the doorstep, a bouquet of amaryllis, a couple poinsettias, cymbidium orchids, and to top it off; red roses.

and as if Phichit had changed the song of his own accord, one of the most well known American Christmas songs started playing.

the tall man took hefty steps, crossing the wooden plank floor to hand the bouquet to the barista.

"all I want for Christmas is you", Mariah Carey sang through the speakers.

"Yūri, will you please let me explain myself to you?"

after what felt like ages, but was only a few seconds in reality, Yūri gave Victor a nod. he couldn't help but feel curious about what the man had to say for himself.

and once they had stepped outside together, Victor began explaining.

he elaborated how he'd had no idea the firm he was employed by was fighting against this specific café, how he had been kept completely in the dark about everything related to it until he asked around about it.

"I wanted to get to the bottom of it, so I could understand your side, and I realize what it must have looked like to you now", Victor said carefully, "but I promise I've been serious this whole time."

Victor reached out to grab Yūri's hand, lifting his other one to the black haired man's cheek. the hands were cold, but still they managed to spread warmth onto Yūri's skin.

he had to admit he had been missing Victor's touch. maybe now he didn't need to long for it anymore.

"Yuuuri, will you give me another chance?" Victor spoke softly while leaning closer.

"yes, Victor, I'm sorry for judging you so fast..."

he really did feel guilty. Victor had been innocent the whole time, but Yūri had let his doubts get the best of him.

the aquamarine eyes were staring into his soul – or at least that's what it felt like – and Yūri felt the most vulnerable he ever had before.

that's when Victor said it: "I'm not going to wait for rain for me to kiss you."

instinctively Yūri leaned closer, he gazed back at Victor, before closing his eyes. he felt the other man holding the side of his face as their lips crashed into each other. their dance started slowly and delicately, but turned into what felt more needy than anything else.

once they pulled apart, they only kept staring at each other with shy smiles.

finally, Yūri broke the silence by asking: "why would you go to such lengths for me?"

"I really like you, if that wasn't clear already, and I want you in my life..."

Victor squeezed Yūri's hands.

"whenever you're ready for it, I'd like to make this official."

the barista was shocked. this person, who was clearly out of his league, wanted to date him?

"well, um", he stammered, "I do want that, but are you sure..?"

"yes, positive", Victor affirmed as he pulled Yūri into an embrace.

and as he was wrapped in the most comfortable warmth he'd ever felt, he sighed happily and whispered: "why me?"

"because you're special."

another thing he'd come to love, was going to be Victor.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3290

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧: 24th of December, 2022

#yuri on ice #yuuri!!! on ice #viktuuri #victor nikiforov #nikiforov victor #yuuri katsuki #katsuki yuuri #yuuri x victor #victor x yuuri #yoi fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #oneshot

[arcane-abomination]

(As defined by Webster)

wor·ship

/ˈwərSHəp/

Verb

1: to honor or show reverence for as a divine being or supernatural power

2: to regard with great or extravagant respect, honor, or devotion

Noun

1: reverence offered a divine being or supernatural power

2: a form of religious practice with its creed and ritual

3: extravagant respect or admiration for or devotion to an object of esteem

What is worship?

When many hear the term worship they immediately equate it to deity and thus themselves being beneath them. It’s a religious societal stereotype spread around a lot in the west (I can’t speak for other places since I don’t live there). However the fact of the matter is worship has little to do with the importance of an individuals status and more to do with what they bring to the table that interests us, works with us, or influences us. Musicians, artists, and writers get worshipped by many adoring fans simply because they put out there talents that inspire us and make us feel good. Not because they are better than us or because they are deity. Many pop culture pagans follow a belief system around what those talented mortals do and draw magick from the symbolisms and the feelings they instill.

Another heavily practiced form of worship is with Ancestors. They are worshipped because they lived life and are thus considered wiser than the living. They have learned lessons we haven’t experienced yet. That’s why they are looked to for guidance, protection, love, and harmony. They aren’t above us but they are different from us. Ancestral veneration is a very common practice among many. A practice that requires offerings, prayers, honor, and devotion. Things normally seen in line with deity worship.

What is “work with”

To work with a deity means to allow them into your practice. To call them into your space so that they may lend their energy to you and your magick. This is not the same as worship. By definition worship has nothing to do with stuff like this. You can work with a deity but not show them worship, although many practitioners consider this disrespectful and advise against it. This is because many believe you give worship in exchange for their services. While I myself agree with this sentiment, I also believe it perpetrates another stereotype within the magical world. That a deity is something placed on a pedestal above us.

You see, a very important thing to remember when dealing with worship and magick is that the living have mastery over the physical world while the dead have mastery over the metaphysical, and if you’re working deity back into the mix they to become a master over the metaphysical or spiritual world. Whatever we dwell is where we govern. This means that we have the say in listening to those ancestors. We have the say in listening to that deity. In fact without our beliefs to feed them deity would essentially cease to exist. Working with them is about a partnership. They give energy from the metaphysical and you bring energy from the physical. This union creates powerful magick that many practitioners enjoy working with.

I think where lots of people get confused is with the fact that many of us seek help from the spirit world. Thus we gain deity and other spirit guides as a form of teacher. With this in mind we must understand that as a society we are trained from an early age to view a teacher as someone of greater importance that you must respect. Of course you should always show respect without a doubt but this doesn’t mean that a teacher’s life is worth more than their students. Every life is measured equally in the spirit world, this includes the lives of spirit beings such as deity. They need our belief and our worship, but we don’t need their lessons if we do not wish them. However they can offer an array of knowledge and magick that can definitely help. That’s why many practitioners seek out deity and many deity seek out practitioners whom they think would benefit from working with them.

Conclusion

In closing I would like to say that working with a deity is not mandatory for any witch. If you choose to though it’s best to show respect and give something in exchange. You wouldn’t be expected to work at your job for free so why expect the same of them? Likewise if you feel more comfortable placing them on a pedestal above you then that is your right to do so and is just as valid as anyone else’s choice. It’s important to feel comfort in our magick. Let nobody force you to practice what you don’t feel connected with.

Lastly, I would like to clarify that this is my UPG and is in no way meant to govern how other beliefs and cultures utilize the spirit world. I believe that all deity are created through the beliefs of the people, that’s why this way of thinking makes sense to me and why someone else’s belief holds just as much power for them.

#paganism #pagans of tumblr #witchcraft #chaos magick #chaos magician #chaos witchcraft

[regalblossom]

steel and shadows.

Ah, the yakuza. 

I love going into talks about NPCs, something about them makes me so happy, especially when others interact with them. It gives me an excuse to let their differing personalities shine and allows me to go in-depth about them. The Takahashi clan is an older samurai clan that has had influence in the underworld of society and also within the bakufu as protector of the people. It is common to find one of their own among the official ranks, however, they do not hold sway in actual politics. The Yatakura clan, consisting of skilled shadows ( ninjas ) that have been more prominent in Yanxia, assimilated with them several years ago, strengthening their ability to gather intel and work incognito without drawing too much attention to themselves.

This merge between the two has been beneficial to the oyabun at the top of the clan, Fusanosuke Takahashi, who rose to take the reins of the clan and has been one of the more successful of the beneficiaries, not only in keeping illicit activities away from the public eye, but in forming ties with the Mitsurugi clan, who have utilized the services of the Takahashi clan in the past for certain activities that should be performed discreetly and away from the attention of the military.

The oyabun, Fusanosuke, wants to keep the bōryokudan very conservative. He works with honor and always admires upholding traditions. They do not partake in harming children and women. Any of his members found doing so are dealt with immediately, often striking deals with the otherworldly to accomplish this and leave very little evidence to trail back to them.

The clan has two principal lieutenants, the wakagashira and the shateigashira. Hayate and Shigure, siblings. Another pair of siblings that make up the kyodai are the roegadyns Hiroshi and Saito. Hayate, however, plays major a role in how Kikyo ended up with the yakuza.

Though it may appear he wished to help her out of sympathy for the young woman, he immediately began to think how this otherwordly energy came to be, left she was a spirit herself. Assuming she was of the latter, he would offer shelter and comforts to the maiden, believing that keeping her close, as the vessel of death, would grant them a boon.

..However, such would come with trials and tribulations, for Kikyo was not one who could so easily become comfortable in the presence of men.

A tale for a different time..

#oc lore #ffxiv #ffxiv writing #bellflower #out of the shadows #i am going to sloowly bring her personal lore to her tumblr page #i wrote a bit on twitter so now i have to dig them all up