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alicerosejensen · 1 year

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Heyyyy hope you’re doing well!!

Please can you imagine Leon (re6) loosing his shit because they kidnapped his girlfriend and he’s like trying everything to get her back? Imagine him crying as soon as he gets to hug her again!😭

I'm fine as long as I have a laptop connected to the internet and food)

In fact, this is one of my favorite plot tropes, when someone is kidnapped, and the main character is ready to burn the whole world to the ground, but to find an expensive person.

Leon, despite his moral principles, I think he could have made many sacrifices. In particular, he would definitely lose his temper if he grabbed onto any thread to find his beloved. At least he didn't stand on ceremony with Patrizio.

Thus, there will be little left of the scoundrel who kidnapped his girlfriend.

Something constantly happens to the poor girl of Leon (either she runs away from him, or she is stolen from him). Sorry, I just love their relationship and Leon, who is ready to kill for his loved ones :D

I still know shit English, but enjoy it if you're interested.

Please read with extreme caution! There are mentions of physical violence, kidnapping and a maniac!Yandere

Leon is a little paranoid when it comes to protecting his loved ones, so most likely he will insert some tracking device into your phone or earrings to be sure that his beloved is safe.

He tries not to violate personal boundaries, but understands that his beloved is in potential danger in relation to him. Therefore, you are under additional invisible protection.

All you need to know is that Leon is not abusing his position as a federal agent. There is no surveillance on you, it's just that if something happens, he wants to have time to prevent it before the irreparable happens (or he goes on a binge again).

His heart sinks at the thought that he may lose you for some reason. Any encroachment into your personal space by outsiders who create discomfort for you make Leon enter the defender mode (aggressive if necessary). You should be safe.

Since Leon is known to a minimum of people about Leon's love interest, the risk is minimal that you will be harmed. At least Leon considered the threat from various corporations and bioterrorists. He didn't even think about the fact that there is some bastard stealing your things.

It was some little things: pencils, hair bands, a pocket mirror, lip gloss. Yes, you said something to him about it, but maybe you just dropped them out of your backpack?

He was calm exactly until you became too nervous. It seemed that you were afraid of something and called him a couple of times with a request to meet on the way home. Leon is not one of those who will refuse, but your behavior worries him.

And when you were walking home, Leon felt your painful grip on his arm.

His main priority is your well-being. "So tell me, pretty girl, what's going on with you?" Don't think I haven't noticed this nervousness.

He will be wary when he hears that someone is following you and dragging your things. Of course you could have lost them yourself, but the chiffon scarf that Leon gave you was the last straw. In addition, you showed him the abnormal love notes that someone constantly threw into your purse.

Outwardly, it did not affect him in any way, but the stingy "I'll deal with it" means a lot. The anxiety level has increased and Leon is worried that some kind of psycho might hurt you.

He often calls and asks if everything is in order and when you need to be picked up from college. However, when you don't answer the phone, everything dies inside him.

The moment he realizes that you have been taken away, a monster wakes up in him, which can bring down hell on your abductor.

His emotional state constantly fluctuates from constant fear for your lives bordering on panic to Ustanak whose task is to find you and finish off the son of a bitch who dared to take you away from him.

"No god will help this son of a bitch when I find him."

It's sad that you lost your phone on the day of the abduction and did not put on earrings. But a nice little bracelet will save you.

are a fucking goddess.

When you wake up, of course, you will be scared. However, you will try to intimidate the criminal by saying that he is so obsessed with you in vain. "Seriously, my boyfriend will come after me and gut you" You don't think Leon will kill anyone at all, so maybe your words don't sound too confident when the kidnapper's hand is stroking your head.

Do you panic when a fucking psycho says it's some kind of date? No one here hears your screams, you can't run away because you're handcuffed. You can't even go to the toilet on your own only under his control, and this causes you a deep psychological trauma. He brings you a fucking lilac, weaving thin twigs into your hair.

"Why me?" - This is the only question that is spinning in your head when you are hysterically pulling out purple flowers, throwing them away from you. - "Am I going to die here?"

You literally go crazy from the smell of dampness and lilac. Constantly shout Leon's name as if he can hear you and immediately breaking into a loud cry, banging on the walls and the locked door.

You're clearly getting claustrophobic.

While you're suffering, Leon is trying to track the fucking signal on one of your trinkets, but he's afraid that you left that day without any jewelry at all.

Claire is definitely one of those people who can talk some sense into Leon while he's looking for you. Considering that the bug gives a bad signal (or maybe your bracelet was damaged due to the fact that you constantly pull it from nerves) from the basement and your location is difficult to track, Leon has already yelled at Chris

You feel like a frog in formalin or even some kind of toy when your abductor brings you clean clothes, which you throw back to him. It's risky to make him angry like that and you really regret it when brute force is used to force you to change clothes.

Yes, then they "take care" of you, but you are already a cornered mouse. The purple marks on your skin and the marks from the handcuffs are now a reminder of who is in charge here.

And you hate that bastard more and more. Unfortunately, you have absolutely nothing to even hit him with. The food that he brings you in plastic dishes, as well as cutlery. You try not to eat, fearing that he might have mixed something in there, but you are forced by force.

It's been three days, and Leon hasn't found you. You feel like you're starting to go crazy until you hear a muffled noise from somewhere above.

All your belongings (including the bracelet) were seized and probably thrown away, leaving you in one long T-shirt, the smell that causes you to have a gag reflex. You literally have nothing on but this rag and underpants

Has anyone ever told you that you are not the luckiest person?

You tried to attack from behind when they stopped stroking you. It was risky and you failed because the kidnapper reacted before you swung to strike.

You were very painfully punished, left lying on the damp floor in a terrible state, all in tears and without an evening meal.

It's been four terrible days in your life. All because you fiddled with your bracelet too much, which turned out to be thrown away quite far from the place where you were, forcing Leon to go on a false trail.

You felt terrible. It didn't take long to break you. You no longer hoped to see daylight or your loved ones, so you crawled into the farthest corner curled up in a ball and cried.

Having lost track of time due to another fit of hysteria, you did not want to pay attention to the opening door and hurried steps in your direction.

Preferring not to pay attention to your enemy, you became even more hysterical when he tried to turn you around to face him, affectionately calling you "angel".

That's what infuriated you. But when you opened your eyes in another attempt to attack, you froze in disbelief at your own eyes. Have you already gone crazy in this place? So fast, or was Leon really in front of you?

His light blue eyes were dark. Not as bright as usual, but maybe it's because of the lighting… Strong hands carefully examined your body for the number of bruises.

You looked away in the direction of the open door - your freedom, but you felt Leon's fingers gently tracing over your split lips.

You've never seen such quiet hatred before. You were shivering from the cold, feeling that tears were still flowing down your cheeks, and tried to snuggle up to Leon in search of protection and warmth.

But Leon himself pressed you to him, slightly lifting up his T-shirt, checking for underwear. You flinched, and then you heard a single question when you grabbed his back with both hands, pressing your head against his chest.

"That son of a bitch…" - Leon gritted his teeth, still looking at your stolen things on the floor. - "I'll kill him"

The fuse clicked.

Leon took off his jacket, putting it on you (with great difficulty, because you did not want to interrupt close contact with him), and then easily picked up in his arms, like a small child, carrying out of this basement. You closed your eyes just to not see anything else. Leon's scent worked better than any strong sedative, and you wanted him not to let you go anymore.

So small. Defenseless. Bruised all over. He will kiss you on the temple, looking at the sprawled bastard with such a look that it will be clear how it will end. Leon will hand you over to Claire, despite your growing hysteria over the loss of hugs, and do what he has planned.

It's going to be pretty bloody. He expressed some regret about Patricio, but Leon will never forgive someone who hurt you, leaving a scar on your soul. So he'll empty the whole clip on him.

Because of this, he will have some problems, but you are the priority. You will undergo a full examination at the hospital, where Leon will be reassured (partially) that your violence ended with beatings. In general, there are no physical injuries, but both Leon and Claire understand what condition you will be in.

He will take care of you. Try to do everything so that you don't remember that four-day nightmare. He will find a good therapist, but if your brain decided to erase these memories on its own, a kind of protective reaction to stress, then it will even calm him down.

Leon understands the reason for your detached behavior. He is glad that you are not afraid to let him near you, thereby subconsciously making him your shield. he's ready to be one before you start trusting people again.

No one heard it, but Leon was really crying quietly when it was over. You were sleeping after taking a sedative dose, and he was sitting in the bathtub thinking only that he could not save you faster.

He won't touch you once again for fear of triggering some kind of trigger, but in your head it is Leon the hero savior. Therefore, if you are looking for protection in him, then it's even good, because this is how he hopes to redeem himself before you.

In the end, you are faced with dissociative amnesia. You realize that something terrible has happened, but you have a lapse in memory. Leon will be the one who will start distracting you from your memories by persuading you not to remember. He really considers it a gift of fate and will go out of his way so that you don't touch this moment of life at all, leaving him behind a black curtain.

And yet one day he burst into tears clutching to his chest. While you sleep next to him feeling completely safe, Leon will need to hug you tightly and come up with better ways to protect you. He feels guilty that he did not save you and this feeling of guilt will gnaw at him for a long time.

"I'm sorry… sweetheart, I'm so sorry… - what you hear in your sleep. - "Never again…no one will hurt you. Never."You don't remember a damn thing, but you're scared because Leon is crying kissing the top of your head.

He won't let anyone else take you away.

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milksnake-tea · 1 year

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"The 5 times he thought he loved you, and the 1 time he knew."

rollo flame x gn!reader

contains: fluff, pining (a lot of it like oh my god), strangers to friends to lovers, rollo being emotionally constipated, lots of POV changes, slight spoilers for rollo's backstory

word count: 6.3k

note: i can't defend myself </3 my legacy is just rollo at this point and i can't stop it

tags: @crysangria

———

Rollo doesn’t fall in love.

He’s well aware of its existence; the City of Flowers is renowned for its rather romantic aspects. Since the beginning of time, newly budding couples somehow always managed to hide in every corner of the city - tucked away from the overall public, but obvious enough for any local. Anyone who’s lived in the city for longer than a month learns to avoid the bridges, the alleyways, and of course, any bench at night.

While he has never understood the reasonings behind lovers’ touches and dreamy stares, even Rollo is unable to deny that the affections they displayed didn’t sound so bad… If he didn’t spend his first year in the city running into couples making out at every corner.

Noble Bell was no different.

In his three years at the institution, Rollo had quickly become accustomed to scolding the couples he found in the closets, under the staircases, and in empty classrooms. He learned to tune out the swoonings and fawnings that even his fellow council members fell victim to.

When his peers fell in and out of love, Rollo remained impartial - a stone-cold statue of a president, unswayed by human emotion.

That was, until he met you.

—[1]—

A friend of a friend, that was who you were. A fellow third year who stayed just under the radar: never aiming too high, but never stooping too low. Just another face in the crowd, no one whom he would need to ever speak with.

The first time he sees you is in the library, during a study session between him, his secretary, and his vice president. Despite being part of the student council and already having a lot on their shoulders, Rollo’s top priority was education - and naturally, he would not let his peers fall.

It was obvious from the way their table was isolated that no one dared to even be near them. There were three other chairs at the table, but not a single soul dared to touch them, even if the library was overrun due to the upcoming exams.

Well, apparently you were not one of those souls.

“Um… Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

Even if your voice was silenced to a whisper, the library’s murmurs skidded to a halt, as though someone had pressed a pause button. Suddenly, it was as if everyone in the world was holding their breath, their piercing gazes lining your back. Even Rollo’s friends looked afraid for your safety, his secretary giving you the most incredulous of looks.

And if asking to sit at their table wasn’t bad enough, you’d made the poor choice to choose the seat directly next to Rollo himself.

You were already regretting your decision, but you’d already committed to the act. Right now, your need to study was stronger than your fear of Rollo, and you were not going to join the poor souls on the floor.

Rollo was probably the only one who seemed unaffected by your request. He only glanced up from his paper for a moment, his striking green eyes meeting your own before he gave you a curt nod and returned to his work.

To say he was surprised was an understatement. His shock only deepened when you sat down, unloading your bag and taking out all of your study materials after a quick wave to his secretary. In only three minutes, you had settled into your work - as if you weren’t sitting next to the most feared and respected man in all of Noble Bell.

It was refreshing.

Soon enough, the library forgot you, and the hushed whispers rose back up again - both with gossip and with the frustrated grumblings of struggling students. As Rollo reviewed his lessons, studiously jotting down important notes and underlining key concepts, he couldn’t help but find his gaze drifting over to you.

Although you didn’t say anything (why would you, you were in a library), he could tell that you were stressed - even more so than usual. The frustration in your eyes was one that he was familiar with, the eraser shavings and the scrambled calculations a key signal that you were having trouble.

Looking at what you were struggling with, he recognized the practice test for your upcoming chemistry test. Being the responsible student council president he was, he naturally stepped in to assist.

“You forgot to use the formula.”

“Huh.” You startled, your voice coming out strained and irritated at the sudden interruption. Rollo points at your calculations.

“Look here,” he explained, pointing at the rate table. “When they give you the Kc, the temperature, and the balanced equation, you use this to find Kp.”

Without any sense of shame, he reaches over and writes a formula next to your calculations. His handwriting is absurdly neat - almost as though it had been printed. You blank at the formula, recognizing it as the one you’d learned in the first lesson of this unit.

You groan in frustration as you erased your writing one more time. “By the Seven… I’m so stupid.”

“Don’t belittle yourself,” Rollo comments offhandedly, returning to his notes. “It happens to the best of us. Rather than a matter of intelligence, it’s an issue in memory and sleep deprivation.”

“You’re the one with eyebags,” you instinctively mutter. Instantaneously, the world freezes as you register your snip. Your eyes widen, and you’re already spewing apologies while Rollo stands still, caught off guard. “Sorry, that wasn’t my-”

“Are you always this straightforward with strangers?” he asks, and without thinking, you shoot back a retort.

“No, are you?” Immediately, you slap a hand over your mouth, horrified. “Oh my God, I am so sorry-”

His face is turned away from you, but you swear that you caught the corners of his lips twitching - quirking up into the slightest of smiles. “Be careful with your words.”

“O-Of course," you sigh. “My bad.”

“Take care not to do it again.” Just as quickly as it came, Rollo’s smile disappeared, returning to neutrality. Perhaps he had never smiled at all. Thinking logically, you’re more inclined to believe the latter option.

Even his fellow council members are shocked. Rollo raises a brow at the way you rub your eyes, trying to make sense of what you saw. You’re so expressive, unlike the other students who kept it all hidden behind a mask of professionalism. It was refreshing, endearing even.

“You’d better get back to work now,” he advises (although it sounds like an order), his pen moving once more. “Exams are not meant to be taken lightly.”

“Right,” you mutter. Rollo’s eyes crinkle at the blatant distaste on your face as you reluctantly return to chemistry. You weren’t the only student who hated studying, far from it, but you were definitely the most open about it - especially in front of Rollo, who was infamous for his strict personality.

It’s not long before you test the waters and lightly tug at Rollo’s sleeve. Wordlessly, he glances over, and you show him your newly formed calculations - almost like a child showing off their newest drawing to their parents.

“Is this right?”

Rollo peers over at your shoulder, scanning the work you’ve written. He nods in satisfaction, looking over at you with something akin to pride.

“Good work,” he praises.

“Thanks,” you sigh in relief. You smile up at him. “It’s mainly because you helped me, though. So thanks for that, President.”

“Just Rollo is fine,” he assures calmly. You blink.

“You sure?”

“I prefer my name rather than my status,” Rollo explains. You hum in understanding.

“Gotcha. Thanks, Rollo.”

Rollo’s pen stills. You shoot him a questioning look, but he brushes it off and continues studying. He didn’t expect you to say it so easily - maybe he’d thought you’d be more hesitant.

But he doesn’t hate it.

Rather, a small part of him finds that he rather likes the way his name rolls off your tongue.

—[2]—

You don’t expect to see Rollo again after that encounter, but it seems that fate had other plans.

Magical History wasn’t your favorite class, but it wasn’t the worse. You didn’t mind learning about the wars and inventions, and if anything, that made it all the more interesting to you. But your favorite part of it was how different people took up different sides and perspectives on each part of history.

You tapped your pencil impatiently against your notebook, eyes flicking from the chalkboard and to the clock. Class wasn’t starting for another five minutes, but you were anxious to get started. Today’s lecture was primarily for review, and Lord knows you needed it.

You glance over when someone sits next to you, only to choke on your spit when you see it’s Rollo Flamme himself. You rapidly scan the lecture hall, only to become more confused when you see that there was a multitude of seats open - in fact, the room was rather vacant.

“At ease,” Rollo says, his monotone voice not helping him in the slightest. You cough, smiling at him weakly. Suddenly, his tall stature was all the more apparent. “The view from here is the best in the room.”

“Yep…” You rub your arms awkwardly, suddenly cold despite the warm uniform you don. Now you were really praying that your teacher would show up quicker.

“Are you alright?” Rollo asks, noticing your demeanor. The subtle concern in his voice would’ve surprised you if you weren’t already freaked out of your wits. “Are you perhaps cold?”

“Nope!” You hastily reply, startling him with your raised voice. “I’m just peachy.”

“Peachy?” Rollo questions, but it seems like the Seven had been looking over you that day. You’ve never been more relieved in your life to see your teacher, today’s savior, walking through the door.

You have no idea how you manage to focus on the lecture with Rollo right next to you. Just his presence enough is intimidating, suffocating even, as though he was watching, judging your every move. He doesn’t even do anything special - he’s just listening to the lecture like every other student.

Sometimes, you think you see him staring at you, but whenever you look over, he’s quick to avert his gaze. It’s almost impressive, and you almost say something about it - except even you know better than to antagonize the student council president during a lecture.

For the first half hour of the lecture, you’re stuck in this state of constant edge, barely able to relax with this 6-foot giant practically looming over your shoulder. He wasn’t even doing anything in particular, but he didn’t need to. Just being there is enough to put you into fight-or-flight mode.

Sometimes you wonder if he’s just a sadist and likes watching you squirm.

You’re very correct.

Rollo’s only half paying attention to the lecture - he knows all of the content already. Rather, he finds entertainment and peeking over at you, seeing you freeze and stiffen up whenever you catch him in the act. It’s a game of cat and mouse for him, something he finds adorable.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” you whisper from the corner of your mouth. Rollo raises a brow.

“We shouldn’t be talking in class,” he replies simply, pretending to be paying attention. You roll your eyes.

“Nice dodge,” you scoff playfully, and Rollo smiles. It’s not much - just a quirk of the lips, so small that you’d have to squint to see it. It’s a smile whose warmth is subdued, like a little match in a snowstorm. You can’t put your finger on it; it’s almost like fondness, except that doesn’t sound right for the Rollo Flamme.

"You’re smiling," you state the obvious. Yet there's a certain awe in it - someone would've thought that Rollo had grown two heads by the way you were looking at him.

Rollo’s pen stops in its movements. He seems to lag for a moment, surprised and unsure, before his lips straighten and he’s back to normal.

“Is there an issue?”

“No,” you laugh. The initial fear you had felt has dissipated. Rollo’s smile, despite being so small you'd have to look at it through a microscope, was still a smile. “Just didn’t expect it from you, y’know? Since you’re all big and serious around here.”

“I see,” Rollo says quietly, turning away. If it weren’t for his stone-cold face, you would’ve compared him akin to a kicked puppy.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” you say. “I think it looks nice on you.”

Rollo remains silent, but the slight widening of his eyes is key enough. It's enough to bring a smile onto your face as you return your attention to the lecture.

Rollo doesn’t say anything after that, but he doesn’t need to. Any tension that had existed between you two had evaporated, the invisible wall opening its gates. Your body has visibly relaxed, and you’re able to fully concentrate on the lesson again.

In the corner of your eye, although you’re almost certain you imagine it, you think you see Rollo’s eyes soften.

—[3]—

When you’re not studying your sanity away at school, you’re working.

You work part-time at one of the many bakeries in the City of Flowers, famed for their pastries. You also sell coffee and tea for the many tired students from the college (such as yourself), so you’re used to seeing many of your classmates coming in the morning.

Around a month has passed since your little moment with Rollo. To put it simply, the two of you have gotten closer.

Studying together in the library became a common occurrence as you found yourself frequenting Rollo’s table more often. Apparently, Rollo’s standards wouldn’t let you study in peace, so he opted to personally tutor you to appease his own state of mind. In his own words, he couldn’t stand by and watch a classmate struggle in front of him.

Safe to say, Rollo was a strict teacher. He wasn’t afraid to point out the inconsistencies in your work, and often gave you tips on what to do. You were afraid that he’d get irritated with how much you overthought everything, but the most he’d give you would be a gentle tug on the cheek whenever you got ahead of yourself.

You look over at your shoulder at the modules you had left to complete. Thankfully, the number of papers had drastically decreased, thanks to a certain someone. Unknowingly, a smile slips onto your face at the thought of him.

The bell rings, and you’re immediately in work mode. You plaster on a customer service smile, straightening behind the counter.

“Hello, how can I help you- Oh hey, Rollo!” Your face breaks out in a grin at the sight of your study partner. “What’re you doing here?”

Honestly, it’s weird to see him without that uniform of his. Seeing him in a casual turtleneck and coat feels almost illegal, like you’re looking at something that only certain people should see.

“Oh, it’s you,” he briefly acknowledges, bright green eyes meeting your own before scanning the vast amount of display pastries. A month ago, you would’ve taken his apathetic greeting as coldness. But having been in his presence for quite a while now, you’ve learned to pick up the smallest of ques.

“Can I get you anything?”

Rollo tears his eyes away from the tempting pastries. “A medium black coffee, please.”

You nod, nimble fingers already moving to ring him up. “Will that be all?”

“Yes,” Rollo confirms, digging into his coat pocket for his wallet. As you tell him the price, you take out a coffee cup, writing Rollo’s name on it in sharpie. Turning your back to him, you opt to add a little message alongside it.

While you make the coffee, Rollo sets himself down in the corner of the bakery, taking out his study materials. You don’t miss the way his eyes linger on the croissants, almost longingly. In the back of your head, you remember one of your conversations (you’d tried distracting him so that you could get a break. It lasted 3 minutes).

“So, what kind of food do you eat?”

“The same as everyone else.”

“No, like when you’re out. You know, like in your free time?”

“Oh. I suppose… Croissants. I’m rather fond of them.”

“Eh, makes sense.”

You figure that he’d probably skipped breakfast again, knowing him. Apparently, breakfast was optional to him. Despite being only 18, Rollo was already living the life of an overworked salaryman, always worried about his council and studying his life away.

But being the good friend you were, you weren’t letting that slide. Rollo was going to take care of himself, whether he liked it or not.

“Rollo?”

Right on cue, he stands up, walking to the counter to retrieve his drink. By all means, you give it to him, but right before he leaves, you call out to him.

“Oh, you forgot this!”

Rollo’s brows crinkled at your exclaim. How could he have forgotten anything? The only thing he ordered was currently in his hands right now. Still, he returns to the counter, ready to call you out on your mistake.

He doesn’t get the chance to.

You press something wrapped and warm into his free hand. Looking down, Rollo’s pleasantly surprised with a freshly baked croissant. He jerks his face up to meet your gaze, confusion written all over his typically stoic face. It’s nice, to finally surprise him for a change.

“I know you didn’t eat breakfast today,” you explain cheerfully, leaning on your forearms on the bakery counter. “You didn’t think I would let you spend your day with just a coffee in your stomach, did you?”

“I can’t take this,” Rollo protested, already moving to hand you back the croissant. You click your tongue.

“Nope, you are,” you push his hand back. His hands are cold, you note. “It’s on the house, trust me. And if the owners have a problem with it, I can always pay for you.”

“But-”

“No buts,” you smile cheekily up at him, propping your head onto your hand. Rollo’s ears flush at just the tips. “I know you want it anyways, so stop being stubborn and just take the thing, okay? It’s fine, don’t worry.”

Rollo stares at you, conflict flickering in his eyes. To an outsider, he’s outright glaring at you, but you know there’s no malice.

You can already imagine the inner turmoil fighting in his mind. On one hand, he wants the croissant - he’s been eyeing it for a good ten minutes - and he’s hungry. On the other hand, his moral righteousness won’t let him take anything without paying.

But in the end, his hunger (and you) wins him over. He sighs, reluctantly giving in.

“If you insist,” he says cooly, ignoring the way his heart pounds in his chest. “I’d best be going now. I’ll see you in class.”

“See you,” you wave, straightening yourself. Rollo turns to leave, but right before he does, you hear a faint murmur.

“Oh, and… thank you. For the croissant.”

—[4]—

“Every day, without fail, the president climbs the tower to clean the Bell of Salvation.”

It’s pouring outside when you remember the words of your friend, Rollo’s secretary. Looking outside your dorm’s window, the streets are dark as rain cascades from the sky and onto the city. Even from inside your warm room, you can feel the cold from the outside.

You can’t help but wonder if Rollo was also out there, still cleaning that Bell.

You wouldn’t put it past him, to be honest. That man was nothing if not a workaholic. Your friends in the student council had told you of how he spent countless all-nighters just to put together school events, and that wasn’t including his work as a student. But you didn’t need them to tell you any of that. Rollo’s constant eyebags and coffee addiction told you plenty enough.

You sigh to yourself, leaning onto the window. Your friend notices your sulking, sighing to himself as he walks over. You’ve been like that for a good twenty minutes now.

“President Flamme will be fine,” he says, sitting across the windowsill from you. “He always is.”

“In this weather?” you ask, barely sparing him a glance. “He’d catch a cold before he gets any cleaning done.”

“You’d be surprised,” your friend laughs. “He can be pretty persistent when he wants to be.”

You chuckle, eyes softening with the memories. “You've got that right. I still remember how he made me stay up for two hours until I could get a problem right. He even got food so that I couldn’t use it as an excuse for a break.”

“He did that for you?” Your friend’s eyes widen in surprise. You nodded sheepishly, a fond smile creeping on your face.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect it either.”

Your friend snickers knowingly. You shoot him a look, only for him to brush it off.

“Anyway, if you’re that worried over him,” he suggests, “why don’t you go up and check on him? You’re the least likely to get yelled at if you do.”

“That’s what you say,” you roll your eyes playfully. “But you have a point. Unfortunately.”

“Always do,” your friend huffs pridefully. He winks at you as he lightly pushes you toward the exit. “Don’t worry about sneaking out. I’ll cover you.”

That’s how you found yourself scaling the old bell tower, holding an extra coat in your arms, a small flame dancing in the palm of your hand for light. You were careful to keep the flame from fanning out of control, as the tower was made from wood.

Your legs ached by the time you neared the top. You had no idea how Rollo did this on a daily basis, much less in the raging storm.

The wind battered at your face the second you reached the highest story, blowing rain into your eyes and nearly putting your flame out. Struggling to shield yourself from the wild tempest, you squint through the raindrops for Rollo. Thankfully, you didn’t have to look too far.

“Rollo?” you call out, your voice straining against the wind. Faintly you can spot the tall silhouette of your friend, somehow completely fine and still dutifully polishing the bell. “Rollo!”

The silhouette freezes, and turns to meet your gaze. You sigh in relief when you see the familiar green of his eyes, pushing your way through the storm to meet him.

“What are you doing here?” Rollo asks, caught off guard by your appearance. His gaze wanders over your body, noticing how drenched you were getting. “The storm is dangerous, you’ll catch a cold.”

“That’s what I should be saying!” you huff, lightly hitting his chest. “You’ve been out here cleaning the Bell for how long again?”

“Only an hour, the rain helps-”

You roll your eyes, putting your hands on your hips. “Only an hour?! You’re the one who’s going to get sick at this rate!”

“But I’m not-”

“Yeah, yeah, no, we’re going inside,” you retort, grabbing his hand. Rollo surprisingly doesn’t protest, allowing you to drag him off his precious bell and back into the safety of the tower. It’s by no means warmer, but it’s definitely drier.

You sit down on one of the many tables inside the tower, cringing as the walls shake from the wind. But you know that the tower won’t fall. It’s old, yes, but it has prevailed through storms like this before. The Bell of Salvation’s magic still runs strong.

“Your hands are freezing,” you comment, Rollo’s hand still intertwined with your own. His hands were always cold, but today they were like blocks of ice. You run your thumbs over the palms of his hands, cupping both of them before whispering a small spell.

Warmth tickles your palms like little embers, providing you and Rollo solace in the freezing winter. You let out a breath of contentment, before realizing just what you were doing. Snatching your hand away, you frantically apologize - not noticing the dejected look in Rollo’s eyes as you do so.

“Great Seven, I am so sorry-”

“I don’t mind,” Rollo says quietly, purposely avoiding your gaze. He silently thanks the darkened room for preventing you from seeing his flushed ears.

“You don’t?” you question, looking up at him. Briefly, you saw a glimpse of red before Rollo hastily looked away, lightly shaking his head. You feel your face warm, but decide to blame it on the magic. Hurriedly, you look for a way to change the conversation.

“So… I didn’t notice it earlier, but how are you perfectly dry in that storm?” you ask, rubbing your arms, cringing when you noticed how soaked you were. Rollo looks relieved from the change of subject.

“Magic,” he explains easily, as if it were obvious. And it kind of was. You laugh nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Oh, right,” you chuckle, glancing down at your ringed finger. You hummed, waving your hand and blasting yourself with a gust of hot air, effectively drying yourself. “It really solves everything, doesn’t it.”

Rollo’s face visibly sours at your comment. “Is that how you really feel?”

The coldness in his voice surprises you. You’ve never heard such hatred and malice from him before. Had you said something wrong?

You swallow nervously. “What do you mean?”

“Do you truly think that magic solves everything?” Rollo crosses his arms, a scowl twisting his face.

“Well, it depends,” you say carefully, not wanting to set him off. You can already hear the warning bells in his tone. “The way I see it, magic’s a tool.”

“Even if it’s evil?” Rollo questions angrily. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself against him.

“I don’t think it’s evil,” you say firmly, yet softly. “I mean, look at this city. The Bell’s magic protects us, doesn’t it?”

“It didn’t protect-” Rollo cuts himself off. You give him a look, but don’t pry. It isn’t your business to ask nor to know what had happened to him for him to despise magic this much. He hadn’t said much, but it’s obvious to you.

“Like I said, magic is a tool,” you continue, facing him fully. “It’s like a knife. When you’re stabbed, you don’t blame the knife, but the person holding it.”

Rollo doesn’t say anything, but you can see the turmoil twisting in his eyes. You’re challenging something that had been in his life longer than you have, something that you’ve never seen.

You decide to take a risk, a step forward. Reaching out, you cup his hands in yours once again. Rollo only watches, confusion and anticipation keeping him curious.

You whisper your spell once again, except this time, the embers blossom into fire. Sparks of flame surround the two of you like fireflies, dancing daintily in the wind. Warmth like a mother’s embrace envelops the two of you as you hold a flickering flame in your intertwined palms.

The glow of the fire illuminates Rollo’s face, entranced by the blaze. Something moves in your chest, and you find yourself scooting closer to him so that you can bask in more of this warmth.

“Magic can be dangerous,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. You’re right beside him at this point, your shoulders nearly brushing together. Rollo turns to look at you, his face uncharacteristically gentle. You don’t notice, keeping your gaze on your flame. “And you don’t have to like it. But it can also be beautiful.”

You laugh to yourself, sighing as you lay your head on Rollo’s shoulder. You hope he doesn’t hear how loudly your heart beats. He doesn’t react, but he also doesn’t protest.

“You know, you worried the hell out of me earlier,” you suddenly confess, the flames dancing in your eyes. “I mean, you already do, with your sleeping habits and how much pressure you put on yourself. But today was… Well, it wasn’t our best day.”

“...I’m sorry,” Rollo whispers, and you almost don’t hear it. But it’s genuine, heartfelt, and sincere. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, bringing you closer together.

You smile, relaxing into his hold.

“As long as you’re okay.”

Neither of you acknowledges the position you’re in, nor the intimacy of it. You don’t have to. For now, all you do is rest, and enjoy each other’s touch.

You don’t see it, but eventually, Rollo closes his eyes, and leans his head onto yours.

It’s the most relaxed he’s ever been.

—[5]—

Rollo thinks he’s going to die.

Not literally, of course, but he was pretty close.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing out here, taking a leisurely walk around the city streets with you. He has no idea how you managed to drag him out of his uptight uniform, or how you convinced him to enjoy the snow and the festivities.

He sighs, pulling up his scarf to warm his face. You already made him layer up quite a bit, but just to be safe, you also wrapped that around him to make sure he didn’t accidentally die from touching a snowflake.

He chuckles at the thought, his breath fogging in the cold winter air. The way you constantly fretted over him, overthinking everything and taking care of him… His cheeks warmed at the thought, a fond smile overtaking his lips without him noticing.

“I’m back! God, that line was so long and I swear this lady cut in front of me and I’ve never wanted to strangle someone so badly-”

Speak of the devil, and they shall appear. Rollo’s breath clogs in his throat when you run up to him, two steaming cups of hot chocolate in your hands. He can’t help but think of how cute you were in your winter apparel, all cozy and warm.

He mindlessly tunes out your rantings, only half listening as he simply stares at your lips. Even when he takes one of the cups you offer him, he only watches. Eventually, he sees you running out of air and reaches out, patting your head to shut you up.

“Are you done?” he asks. You huff, sipping your hot chocolate to make yourself feel better - nearly burning yourself in the process.

“Yeah, I’m done,” you giggle, sticking out your tongue to cool it. “Sorry about that.”

“I like hearing you talk,” Rollo assures, effectively flustering you. Reaching out, he lightly tugs your cheek. “And be careful when you drink that. You could’ve burned yourself.”

“But I didn’t,” you mutter, rubbing your cheek with a pout. Rollo raises a brow, but you brush it off. “Anyways, how’s the chocolate?”

“Hot,” Rollo says bluntly, making you snort. “But also sweet.”

“Do you like it?” Rollo nods.

“It’s perfect for a night like this,” he observes, looking out towards the bright lights that litter the snow-covered city.

“Right?” you hum cheerfully, the snow fluttering around you prettily. “Let’s find somewhere to sit.”

The two of you quickly found a bench to seat yourselves on. You lean back onto the wooden chair, happily drinking away at your chocolate. You only stopped when you feel a presence at your shoulder.

Looking up, you let out a sound when you found Rollo’s face mere inches away from yours. Your breath hitched at the sudden proximity as you froze in place, becoming a mere statue.

You only snapped out of your phase when you felt something soft pressing up to the corner of your lips. Rollo dabs at you with one of his many handkerchiefs. The pure concentration on his face only manages to fluster you more until he pulls his hand back, seemingly satisfied with his handiwork.

“You had chocolate on your lips,” he explains, not noticing the way you stare at him, blood rushing to your face.

“...Oh,” you manage out, your voice small.

You can practically feel Rollo’s breath ghosting on your lips. Subconsciously, you held your breath, watching him carefully for his next move. Rollo seemed to have the same idea, uncertainty taking hold of him for the first time.

The two of you waited with bated breath, waiting for the other to take that risk. For a moment, the rest of the world disappeared into a flash of white.

But you both hesitated too long.

Rollo jumps as something tugs on his coat, effectively breaking the spell. He looks down to see one of the city goats staring up at him cutely, bleating for his attention. Begrudgingly, he sighs and reaches down to pet it.

The goat unfortunately uses that to jump on him. It attempts a bite at his cup, but thankfully, Rollo has quicker reflexes than one would think. His height also means that he’s able to hold the cup far out of the goat’s reach.

“No, you don’t,” he grits out, the goat’s weight heavy on him. “You can’t eat chocolate, fool.”

Something about Rollo unironically calling a goat a fool was just too ridiculous for you.

You break out laughing, your eyes crinkling. Rollo’s chest constricts at the sight, his arm relaxing for a second as he stares at you in awe - barely noticing when the goat tries again for his cup.

There are few things that he could call precious. But your smile, this moment, your laughter… He would say that they were the brightest treasures in the world.

—[ + 1 ]—

Rollo isn’t stupid.

He isn’t oblivious.

He knows the way he feels isn’t normal. He knows the way he wants you, craves you, needs you, is anything but. He always knew.

But what sets it in for him, is when he sees those couples in the streets of the city. When he sees those loving gazes towards one another, the way they hold hands, and how comfortable they are with each other, he’s no longer filled with indifferent disgust.

Rather, he wonders how it would feel to do that with you.

What would it be like, to be able to hold you and call you his own?

He’s wondered for a while. When you cup his hands in your own, he relishes in your warmth, but finds himself wanting more. When you look at him, he becomes lost in your eyes. When you smile, he sees your lips, wondering how they’d feel pressed up against his.

It’s a strange thing for him, to want something so badly.

So when he finds himself nestled in your arms, finally resting, he’s conflicted.

With his head laying gently on your chest, he practically melts into your hold. Your fingers thread through his hair, softly petting and massaging his scalp as you do. His eyes are closed, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

He's able to let go with you. He allows himself this small moment of vulnerability. He lets you hold him, finding redamancy in your touch. For in your arms, he is safe - this is his home.

"Thank you," he murmurs, his voice muffled by your clothes. You hum, playing with his hair.

"Of course," you shift the delicate locks between your fingers. "That's what friends are for."

Friends. He finds that the word leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Friends, yes, that was what you were. A month or two ago, he would've been fine, delighted even, to be called such a thing.

But is it so wrong to be longing for something more?

You must've felt him stiffen, as you look down at him in concern.

"You okay, Rollo?"

He really isn't. Slowly blinking his eyes open, he raises his head to look at you.

Your hand falls from his hair to cradle his face, your thumb tenderly swiping over his cheek. Rollo closes his eyes in contentment, nuzzling into your palm - almost like a kitten, you'd comment later.

"You're unfair," he mumbles, peering at you once again. You tilt your head, prompting him to continue. He reaches up, covering your hand with his own. "You dare to hold me like this, and yet you still only call me 'friend'."

You hum, looking away bashfully. "I was afraid to call you something else."

"You were afraid of nothing." Rollo lifts his head, moving your hand so that he could press a kiss to your palm. His eyes stayed trained on yours, waiting to see any reaction - as if he was asking for permission.

The look you give him is nothing short of loving. It's what pushes him to test the boundaries even further, to push himself up. You look up at him with hidden intrigue, knowing, and even anticipation - as if you knew just what was coming ahead.

Rollo lets go of your hand, taking a hold of your chin instead, tilting it up to face him. His eyes search yours carefully, still hesitant even now.

You nod your head, silently giving your approval. Your words have lost you, unable to make it past the lump in your throat.

Rollo leans forward, close enough so that your noses brush against each other. Taking one last breath, he takes the dive, closing his eyes and gently pressing his lips to yours.

Instantly, your eyes shut as if falling into a trance. Your hand trails up to the back of his head, holding him there as the other reaches to wrap around his waist - bringing him impossibly closer.

It’s over before you know it. When Rollo finally pulls away, you instinctively follow, chasing him. It’s only when Rollo lightly pushes you back that you peek your eyes open.

In the swirling forest of his eyes, you see amusement, adoration, and most importantly, gratitude.

Not a word is spoken when Rollo falls back into your arms, and you are there to welcome him, as you always have.

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hyperactivewhore · 8 months

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It’s honestly so weird to me how many KC, CK, and KH stans jump through hoops to justify their “Klaus loves x girl more than Hope” arguments. As if their ship isn’t valid unless they can prove Klaus loved their fave over his own child. Do they not feel a bit odd trying to compete with a infant/toddler/teenage girl for Klaus ROMANTIC/SEXUAL affection??? They act as if Hope herself gave af about who Klaus was dating/actively went out of her way to sabotage any of his ships.

Because while the writing for Klope is very (and I mean VERY) iffy, the one thing that remained constant for all 5 seasons was that there’s no one he would choose over Hope. Joseph said it, the writers said it, Klaus said it, and even multiple characters in the show (Cami and Hayley included) said it.

They're the same people who excuse his or any Mikaelson's behavior, so I'm not surprised.

I'll start with saying that there is no one Klaus could ever love more than his daughter, no one: not Caroline, not Cami and certainly not Hayley. If you don't agree you're just delusional and haven't watched the show, because The Originals is constantly throwing in your face how Hope was the only thing and person Klaus couldn't live without.

Granted, they had no time together at all but Klaus adored her. Saying any woman would come before her is stupid, and while Klaus is impulsive and has done things that could have prevented them from being together (him dying for Cami in season 2 aka giving his own life for her, biting Elijah when Hayley was pregnant aka putting his unborn child in danger, and etc) she has always been his first priority.

"My daughter, my heir, you're my heart" "Because you've helped me feel something that I never thought was possible: unconditional love" "She's my heart and soul" "You are all that matters to me" "Because you are my peace. And I regret a lot of things, but I don't regret a single moment I spent with you. I love you so much" Klaus said all those things to Hope and yet people believe she was second in his life??? Like, what.

Hayley and Cami were definitely important persons in his life, but they would never be as important as Hope. Klaus "allowed" every single thing that Hayley did because she was the mother of his child and he couldn't harm her, not only because Hope would hate him but also because his family wouldn't allow it. I mean, even the episode of her wedding is more about Klaus and Hope that is about Hayley herself. He was terrified of anyone other than him being Hope's father, and Elijah noticed.

"Elijah: Just listen to yourself! Fueled by your delusions of persecution! Think, Niklaus-- if you kill Jackson, the wolves will descend into chaos. You're acting out of fear, terrified that Jackson might be a better father to Hope.

Klaus: Do not bring the child into this.

Elijah: Your child arrived here today, her security strengthened by those wolves that would defend her, and you would jeopardize that alliance? Niklaus, you yourself have mentioned that had you been raised by Ansel, you might have been a better man. Now, perhaps, a better man has entered Hope's life, and having seen that, you are shaken to your core."

And then he proceeded to get jealous about Elijah spending time with Cami. Like, all of season two is Klaus not wanting Hayley to marry Jackson because he knew he was a better man than he could ever be and he could be an even better step father to Hope, of course Klaus didn't want that to happen. And he eventually agreed, because his love and need to be with his daughter was bigger than his fear and etc. And it's something Hayley agreed on: she married Jack because she wanted to, but mainly because her kid could be back home.

Or in 2x12, his whole fight with Jackson was basically him whining and being jealous because he got to met Ansel, his biological father aka the man Klaus had always wanted in his life. And his argument/fight with Hayley just proves my point:

"Klaus: Well, allow me to make this simple for you-- under no circumstances will you divulge any family secrets, especially none that would endanger our child!

Hayley: Except it's not that simple, Klaus. You saw what Finn did. He's growing more powerful by the day. Right now he controls over half of the wolves. This marriage could change that.

Klaus: The outcome of your strategy is not worth the risk it imposes on our daughter."

"Hayley: Klaus, think. We could have a whole army of super-wolves who could protect Hope as one of their own.

Klaus: Hope doesn't need a wolf army! I'll protect her myself! And an easier time I'll have of it, too, without you running off sharing secrets with every motley member of your werewolf brethren.

Hayley: Damnit, Klaus! This is our chance! We can bring her home. We have to at least consider this!

Klaus: I have considered it, and I have deemed it absurd. And in this matter, there is no one above my decree, not even you."

It took three seasons for them to be able to even stand each other, not to talk about the fact that Klaus was cosplaying as a single father for months demanding Hayley came to apologize to him, knowing she was in potential danger. And well, he was in fact flirting with Caroline while being aware Hayley was kidnapped and suffering, so let's not lmao.

It's the same thing with Cami: she was well aware she wasn't Klaus's light and yet she asked him in her deathbed to be the light for Hope and stuff, to let go of his anger and he swore to always carry her with him and etc, and it was clear he did but Hope was still his main priority and the one he loved the most. And Camille loved Hope a lot, Klaus and Hayley and actually all the Mikaelson siblings knew her and were aware about the impact she had on Nik.

Klaus and Caroline are something like a wtf, because when it comes to them the writing for both characters just disappears. But well, Klaus did some decent things for her but he never actually changed until Hope was born (he was forced to tho, but that's another conversation) and Caroline was aware of that. She trusted him with her twins and Klaus with his daughter, and they had a mutual respect in The Originals because they had grown in their own personal ways.

Caroline, Cami and Hayley are all very different women who managed to leave a mark on Klaus, but they weren't even in the top of three persons he loved the most. Hope was the first one, Rebekah the second and Elijah or perhaps himself is the third, not his love interests.

People need to stop being mad about the fact that a daughter is the most important person to a father 💀

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guardian5tiger3 · 11 months

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No contact tarot reading /intuitive messages 🌟

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3 4

Group one

This is either family, someone who you were happy with, or someone that you worked with. It seems like you guys were attached to this person and we're hopeful about your connection and then were let down. A lot of you are trying to find yourselves and or fill a void that was left with this person being absent. That seems to be why spirit had them leave your life . This may be teaching you guys to be independent on some level and or that you do not need anyone to accomplish your goals. In regards to being sad or disappointed about what used to be, I see that spirit wanted your priorities elsewhere. This is all in your highest good as you can't see everything that they can ok. I see that for some of you it feels as though this person is still there even though they're not and that may hurt. It may feel like it will always be this way and it will always bother you. spirit is asking for me to tell you guys that in some way you need to consciously fight against this and confront it , and they want you to understand that whatever was between you and this person or maybe even people I'm not sure, was not the purest form of love. And they want the purest form of love for you. Nothing less than. I just heard guilty conscience. If this is you you can utilize this in order to get over this person. They might help make you feel better in terms of feeling guilty. If it isn't you, it's them. Or it could be both of you? The reason some of you feel the way you do is because this is a level of a spiritual connection , but keep in mind it is not the highest one. You have people that are more meant for your truest self. So this is signifying that by you having dealt with this person you were at a higher step on your spiritual journey, but I want you all to be encouraged to continue evolving and moving forward. This may have felt good but it isn't the best it can be. I wanted to say you have people counting on you so I suppose that is a message for you all that that is so. I'm sorry guys, spirit doesn't want to me to talk about this person much at all. They want me to ask of you all that you get over them. I hope this helps. I love you all. Happy times ahead you're in the middle of a period you can compare to when pressure is put to make a diamond, or when the butterfly is in the cocoon.☮️💕

Group two

You guys seem like you're still contemplating about this. Some of you want to talk to this person in a manner of defending yourself or something .I see you guys doing something to spite this person. Spirit is asking me to ask you all that resonate with that to please do not do that even if you're just using at fuel for motivation in your own life because it is a more negative vibing energy and you don't need that. Instead what you're really seeking is higher vibing emergencies you're mistaking as being spite, and they want you to go with that or those vibes. This is truly only doing things for yourself because you love yourself for instance. They want me to say also that by trying to spite them you're actually putting yourself down for this person which is the exact opposite of what you're trying to accomplish. You guys have to be honest with yourself about how you really feel. Don't tell yourself that it's any type of negative for feeling any way that you do. Emotions are strength and they are a necessary tool for human beings. Please some of you keep in mind if someone brings out any negative reaction within yourselves that you're letting them one up you in a way. Focus on yourselves and making yourselves happy regardless of what the hell anyone else is doing. Build yourself up. You guys need to look inward in general and sort of explore the depths of your own souls.

Group three

*this was such a specific reading it was almost ridiculous. Hear it out though I guess.

Wow . You guys. Wow . This energy is coming through strong and clear already for me. So somebody is really overshadowing probably even hiding someone else. This is for some type of public recognition. Like " look at me ! Look at me!" When the person they're trying to block is the one with good energy, so you can see why they feel the need to in a way cause an eclipse of some sort or something like that because this person is so in their ego and they couldn't have this other person around because in their mind they're scared this person would naturally without trying take all the attention away. This is me personally but why not just work on your energy instead of trying so hard when even standing alone you're not gonna get the same attention as if you were being pure about it. fuckhead. It feels almost like I'm zooming in on something now, so the person with the good energy is being surrounded by horrible energy sadly and they're trying their best to stay positive and ignore it.*along with being isolated. The sun card is coming out. So I'm getting that the person who is wanting attention is the one sending at least some of this horrible energy and they're about to be or have been exposed about this. So this person was digging themselves a grave , meanwhile the positive person though being rightfully messed with and things has been building themselves up very well. I just got that pertaining to this situation there is a major death and rebirth occuring. So this first part was the death, and onto the rebirth.. I'm picking up on someone almost sneaking up behind this person who is positive. I get they might ask them what happened and this person will get to share their side of the story. And i think things somehow will be made clear.so this is crazy the person having to defend themselves is going to get a happy ending it seems and oddly going back to the whole person doing all of this to them to get attention socially, the good person is actually supposed to and will be able to give to other people which is crazy that the bad person in this was stopping them from doing that for attention or something. Okay I don't know who the hell you are in this but socially things will come in I heard better than before and all will be made well basically. I really don't see at all how this is no contact but you guys know your situations this was so specific but I can relate to this and being that we're all family and tend to have stuff like this in common I won't be surprised if there's a good reason they had me do this reading. My best guess is you guys are either in no contact with the good or bad person or y'all are the good person then I don't know who the actual hell you're in no contact with less it's with the bad person or..... You guys duh no contact with all the people the bad person was blocking the good person with. I guess you guys know your stories. I hope this helps.

Group four

*this reading was a little confusing so take what resonates.

I'm getting something about a phone call or phone calls. You guys seem like you're doing ok at least I hope you are. This also may be some sort of physical ending that took place as well as verbal. Take what resonates. Someone or something spirit angel person I don't know actually really blessed you with this ending . Even if it may be a rough one which for some of you it is. Yeah spirit suggested you cut communication as a way of self defense. Either way this was guided. You guys definitely constantly check yourself to make sure you're calm and being mindful. Someone may have done something behind your back that would or has or will really piss you off. This seems like a woman. Either way I also see this person possibly having threatened you in some way to try to disturb your good energy frankly. For some of you probably a lot of you actually but not all. This person was trying to kick you out of their home or did. This was just to try to make you feel imbalanced. That's a dick move guys seriously. Like lowkey spirit just said "piece of shit" lol ok . Sorry everybody. You guys seem to really want to just be yourselves and enjoy your own energy and shit. Spirit just said "it's just a matter of time" also in my right ear if that matters to any of you I guess. I don't know fully how no contact this is cause they keep showing me that you guys feel the need to be fake somehow . You guys might have someone trying to talk to you and you're just not being receptive or well this seems like a different energy so this could be the one fully cut off. You guys know your situations. Somebody has or does make you feel like you're a certain type of person or something like that. This made you feel stuck. Some of you still feel stuck somehow someway. Okay if you do it's seriously just a matter of time before there's an ending so for some of you you're going to have to move out if you are ready to or not if that's your situation. Yah so spirit is showing me that there are resources that you can contact if that's the case. Damn guys I'm really sorry if this is so. I didn't even pull a card just channeling but oh my god the amount of transformation this will cause in you in just one event is insane. Like you guys snap and really become your own persons. For the future future after all this storm passes indeed you guys being very well off, chilled out, in control of everything , and no bad vibing person is showing up at all. I just got a glimpse of the persons karma and it's crazy. I will do readings on people's karma's next ok. Bless you guys one love and peace out dudes.

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alicentes · 2 years

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it’s interesting how the only person to show remorse after the altercation is alicent. don’t get me wrong i like rhaenyra, but we don’t hear about her feeling bad for implying she wants aemond tortured nor does viserys seem to regret insinuating that he would cut out his own children’s tongues meanwhile alicent very clearly felt guilty for the way she behaved and that she harmed rhaenyra. if the show wants me to root for team black they are doing a poor job because ever other character is more sympathetic than they are in my opinion.

I never thought of it like that but you’re right. Alicent was in the wrong trying to cut out a little boys eye and accidentally injuring Rhaenyra in her rage but she obviously felt genuine remorse even though her father praised her for it and framed it as some great thing she did (and we know she craves her fathers love and approval).

Viserys made me sick when he said he would cut out the tongues of anyone who doubted the legitimacy of his grandchildren. I get wanting to defend his family but he said it in response to his YOUNG CHILDREN calling them bastards in a typical child argument way and it should of been clear to him that they heard rumours growing up and wouldn’t understand that calling another child a bastard would be treason. He only cares about Rhaenyra and her children not the kids he made Alicent birth for him and it shows. He didn’t show any concern over what happened to aegon, he only got angry. Those poor kids never experienced love from their own father.

Rhaenyra has been one of my favourites in this show and I know she is supposed to get more harsh and ruthless but insisting that a child, let alone her own brother, should be tortured to find out where he overheard a true rumour about her children’s parentage is still gross. Like you said, she doesn’t feel remorseful about this from what we see. She also doesn’t seem to feel bad that her son has permanently mutilated and blinded another child in one eye. Even if it is in self defense it is not good that the fight escalated to that point. You’d think she would have spoken to Luke about it, Luke seems like a good boy and could be traumatised by the fact that he caused an injury that severe. Given how we’ve seen Rhaenyra be a good mother you’d think she would also talk to her boys, who by the way are still grieving Harwin, not to let violence escalate that far or talk to them about maybe practicing self defence that won’t cause severe injury.

Anyways this is going off topic but although I thought the knife scene was well written and showed us spilled truth tea on who the adult caharacters really are. I was ultimately disappointed in the way Nyra was written in this episode overall. I felt like a lot of her character revolves around her relationship with demon here. From talking about how he left her alone and she needed him with her (she had other people who loved her and was strong and capable in her own right) and I mean you could argue that this is to show how the relationship isn’t healthy and young Rhaenyra has been groomed into an unhealthy attachment but the scene was written as romantic and followed with a sex scene (which went on the same time their kids were sneaking out and getting into a pretty dangerous fight) and then after the events of that night her next priority is figuring out a way to marry demon and create some true targaryen legitimate heirs. She is okay with faking Laenors death and marrying daemon right after without considering how it will impact all four kids and how faking laenors death means the boys will lose another father a couple of weeks after they lost Harwin and be re-traumatised. Even if they’ve been told he is alive they’d be feeling so betrayed by both parents for doing such a thing. Demon is gonna be her downfall, he has a hold on her and brings out her worse and I hope the show doesn’t try to #powercouple them.

I agree about team black and I’m hoping that the reason we don’t find them rootable is because we aren’t supposed to. I like and hate certain members of both teams but I think they’re both bad and I am hoping the show makes both teams morally grey instead of going with the whole good guys vs bad guys because this is an asoiaf story not a marvel movie.

#house of the dragon #alicent hightower #hotd #anti daemon targaryen #anti daemyra #anti viserys i targaryen #anti daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #the writers favour the blacks but also they are making alicent more likeable and complex and made criston a dornish commoner which is good #and i dont like criston but i connect with him more knowing he bas come from nothing and faces prejudice most likelg

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wolf bbh and g (obsessed with the title for this letter being "good boy" lol just imagine calling wolf bbh that 🤣), t, and b? ily queen

Ahahaha I feel like he would be absolutely CUTEST PUPPY GOODEST BOY EVER

G - Good boy - What soothes them when they start to lose control?

When his wolf nature starts to take over, Baekhyun will start losing any humane bits even in his human form. So a good way to ground him back to reality is to treat him and comfort him like a human. If you display any fear of him, it will freak him out. But if you show affection and try to be close to him, he'll become vulnerable and putty in your hands. I believe the best way is to take control over the situation and guide him into his safe zone. Because the truth is, he's lost and doesn't know how to handle the situation - he will let you do anything if you show him that you know what to do.

T - Territory - Are they territorial? Be it in regard to the place they live in, or the people they associate with (friends, lover).

Baekhyun has a lot of wolfish instincts written into his personality. In general, a lot of his decisions will be strictly dictated by his pack. If he feels like protecting the territory is his obligation at the moment, he will do it. But if the pack decides to give something up, he will simply follow.

However, things differ when it comes to his lover, as he becomes much more independent and mature when he has someone that, pretty much, can't defend themselves. It becomes his personal priority and responsibility to take care of you, and he can get quite jealous and territorial.

B - Bitemark - Are they in any way animalistic towards their lover?

He would love to, but it just wouldn't end well, and it's biting (KEKW) at him.

As mentioned before, Baekhyun acts on instinct, so things like chomping for fun or jumping on top of you are something he will do without thinking. But he needs to learn that some of those may actually hurt you.

Unfortunately, as much as he understands the difference between human and non-human behaviors, he cannot really tell how much of the non-human ones he can let himself do. So once he comes to the realization that he can't behave this way with you, he will need to suppress all of these. But he's in absolute awe at how weak and fragile human body can be.

Pssst... I did it SFW but if you'd like it NSFW, hmu because I wouldn't mind writing down some scenario now that Wolf Baek is around

Werewolf!AU Alphabet

#asoifdhasoidfa I'm in love with wolf Baek #falling for him more with every ask aosidfjasoi #werewolf exo #werewolf baek #exo wolf #exo baekhyun #werewolf au bbh #vg: ask #vg: anonymous #vg: headcanon #vg: exo #vg: baekhyun

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I like your Reg x James x Lily posts it’s so good, Sirius is definitely going through the the five stages of grief but he’ll have to accept it. they’re happy and they love each other. They’ll make sure Harry is also happy and loved, it wonderful. I actually think the funniest part is that probably nobody expected Regulus to be in a polycule never-mind it being with James and Lily of all people. I feel like people would have thought Sirius would have been more likely to join James and Lily but no it’s Regulus. God, I really want to hear the rumors about them. Like what the hell did Regulus do that have James and Lily acting like that?? Did they fuck?? No???? Literally nobody knows!! I feel like someone probably snitched to the Black Family at some point idk if it’s funnier if Walburga and Orion found out after it all went down or pre relationship. Either way now they have two rebellious boys and neither of them expected Regulus to take down the dark lord and have a husband and a wife.

Even though I suspect there isn’t going to be any romance between the the three of them in Ays(aml) I am interested in seeing them interact in that fic. Can you tell us something about them?

I know you said Regulus doesn’t like either of them but is fiercely protective of them because of Harry. I imagine Regulus actions are really confusing/alarming to James and Lily. Maybe they figured regulus is protective of them because of Sirius but then (since Harry is Regulus #1 priority) it’ll be funny if they ended up thinking Regulus has a crush on one or both of them.

Haha thank you! Happy you liked it! Sirius would always struggle with a Regulus x James x Lily scenario I think. He'd speedrun through his confusion though and settle pretty quickly into this is fine territory. And yes, lmao, Regulus being the one in the polycule would throw so many people off hahah - and the rumours of Regulus' sexual prowess explode because Lily and James are so smitten. Regulus is just living his best life wearing sweaters and making baby formula and getting forehead kisses. The fact that he takes down the Dark Lord is a footnote in his own autobiography but is the first thing most people remember about him in the future.

And you're right - no romance between those three in ays(aml). But god, the interactions are weird from Lily and James' perspective. Because they know of Regulus but they don't actually know him. He's been a spectre of their social lives thanks to Sirius. They've heard so much about him, heard Sirius' anger and bitterness and shame whenever he brings up his brother - and they've...made assumptions.

In truth, Regulus is a recluse. He's reserved and quiet and watchful. He's undeniably a pureblood, the same arrogance and sneering superiority - but unlike other elites, it's aimed at everyone rather than just muggleborns.

If anything, Lily muses, at least he treats everyone equally like they’re nuisances.

But even that's not right, because there are a select few that Regulus treats with some measure of respect and care.

Sirius, despite his own confusion, is not necessarily a surprise. James and Lily though? They have no idea what they've done to receive Regulus Black's unnerving brand of protection. James, in particular, thought Sirius' little brother hated him. So, to have Regulus consistently, subtly in their corner, defending them and even taking hits for them, raises some eyebrows.

I'm not sure if I'd ever have them actually question if Regulus liked one of them - maybe they'd throw it out as a mocking joke one time while theorising; but it wouldn't be taken seriously. Mainly because Regulus is largely...dismissive when he does interact with them? He doesn't act in any way like he's attracted to either Lily or James - often sounds annoyed with them, if they're honest. He's protective of them, but it's pretty obvious that he's more interested in them as a concept than as people.

And that's really disturbing for Lily and James, in a lot of ways.

#anonymous #HP #all your secrets (all my lies)#regulus black

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light at the end of the tunnel 🌠

this reading is for those of us who feel like we have hit rock bottom.

there's nowhere to go now but upwards.

hope blooms in the darkest of places.

don't give up. this reading is a sign that the light at the end of the tunnel is nigh.

Pick-a-Pile — “If you feel hopeless, read this.”

🔑 Note: Each reading contains an image infused with the healing energy of my spirit companion H, along with the extra push towards the direction which you seek. To use, simply meditate and gaze softly at the image. You might receive intuitive messages or see visions in them. If you need an answer, clear your mind and they will come to you. May you find comfort and success. Much love!

Dividers are from Firefly Graphics. Above pictures made with Wombo Dream. Individual pictures in each pile from Unsplash.

Pile 1 🌠 Pile 2

Pile 3 🔦 Pile 4

Pile 1

Cards: Two of Pentacles (r), The Devil (r), Wheel of Fortune (r)

You've been struggling. You feel so hopeless like a car running on the last drops of petrol, about to collapse. You feel so tiny compared to the problems you're facing. Probably financial and related to family. It might be that your family (the people who are supposed to aid you) turned their back on you or weren't able to help you out of this. I feel resentment and anger from you, plus jealousy from those around you. These are people who have known you since a long time ago. They were jealous of your capabilities and qualities they wished they had. Beware of rumours they might spread. Be always ready to defend yourself if necessary but only do so when your boundaries are crossed because this is not the right time to ignite unnecessary unprovoked fights.

Your financial situation will improve if you try your best to earn enough while cutting any unnecessary spending. Spend minimalistically. Keeping the essential things up including your basic needs should be your top priority. You will get through this. This situation is not going to stretch for long. As long as you play your cards right you will see improvement. There are people willing to help you. If you have anything to trade their help with, for example art commissions, repairs, help drive them, etc then you'd find that they could help lighten your burden. If you have more mouths to feed other than yourself, consider enlisting help to take care of the younger ones.

I know it's not easy to put on a tough face. You've been tough for so long, you were always expected to be strong and to be the one who shoulders the burden. Take a deep breath and relax your shoulders. What's happening now is truly challenging. You are very brave for doing what you do. I wish you all the best outcomes. The cards are smiling for you, and so is the future.

Now, looking at the Wheel of Fortune card, it tells that you are about to receive an academic or career opportunity. You might be quite young. This opportunity involves learning a craft/trade so if it's a career, you'll be an apprentice. I see that this is something that you're going to enjoy. It's going to pique your curiosity and make you want to improve. You're not going to remain in this school or apprenticeship permanently. After taking this opportunity you'll fly to greater places where you'll study in greater detail and make a stable living out of it. I'm not sure if you'll pursue the same field as the apprenticeship though. What I see on the cards is neutral. Your greatest quality that helps you to excel in any fields is your genuine curiosity and dedication to your goals. You're studious and steadfast; intellectual and witty. When you're really interested in something you'll always excel at it.

Your mind is full of explosive emotions though, I think it's from your life and the problems you're going through. This might cause nightmares. There is a lot of anger, I feel someone tightly clenching their fist and jaw, feeling wronged, feeling like you're offered less than what is reasonable, feeling like you just want to raise the middle finger to the world and yell "f*ck you!" You must find a healthy outlet to release this anger because if you keep it burning in you it's going to hurt you. You might make rash decisions that doesn't serve you if you become imprisoned by this anger. Your heart might be filled with so much injustice that it drowns out your gratitude for good things, or make you see illusions like everyone is against you. Don't lose yourself. Retreat into your heart and remember each and every happy memory, and every person that loves you and has helped you. Remember the little things that make you feel alive; your fondest memories. You are loved. Despite everything, you are loved by those who love you.

And now, a message from H and a little gift from them:

You still have your fist tightly clenched as the day you were born.

Relax your grip.

Wash your eyes, smile anew.

Airplanes fly because they have fuel.

Now that you've got fuel in you, I wonder if you'd choose to land where you once fell.

It's okay to make mistakes as long as we learn.

We all fall. Growth is learning to give up the wrong things to pick up the right things.

It's not too late at all.

No planes are late here, you're running on the right time frame.

You should trust yourself more.

Pile 2

Cards: Nine of Cups (r),The High Priestess, Ten of Swords

A wreckage. Something that used to be flawless, whole and perfect now is scarred and broken by lies, misunderstandings and fragile ego. An argument. I will not pick sides as I see that both sides need to come clear and achieve a mutual understanding. I'm seeing the angrier person in this argument is allowing anger to blind their rationality. It doesn't matter in this reading whether they are right or wrong, it only matters that they are approaching this situation with an aggressive, unhelpful mindset. This person has a fragile, damaged ego, very arrogant about the version of truth they believe in. They think they were being lied to and cheated on. Their pride is hurt. They are filled with self pity and blind anger, lashing out at everyone they think wronged them. This person has allowed anger to make this situation appear more dramatic when actually it's something that needs to be approached with a clear head. I'm not getting any signs whether this person is you or the person you're dealing with, so I feel this will vary from person to person who choose this pile. Whether you are this person or not, you need to approach this situation with a rational mindset and not give in to emotions.

Your emotions are going to test you, this other person (if it's not you) is also going to test your limit to see up to what point you can tolerate their hurtful words. You have to stand your ground and defend your principles. You cannot let them get away with the hurtful things they say to you or the outrageous things they assume of you. If you think it will help, write a list of things you want to say to them but don't rehearse or memorise them. This is just to land you in a calm state and allow you to think about every point you want to make to this person.

You're not a saint either, for those who resonate with this particular message. You know that you've been hiding shady things under the counter. For a while you've been letting sadness, hesitation and a desire to sweep things under the rug to make your decisions for you. You hope that things are going to be good as long as you don't do anything. This has actually allowed suspicion to grow between you and your person. There is still so much more worth cultivating in this relationship, so many beautiful memories that get forgotten in the midst of anger and suspicion. Regardless what kind of future you'd like to pursue with this person, a heart-to-heart talk would lighten your burden. If you want to, and if they want to, you can sit down and finally be transparent with each other about what has been happening. Don't blame, don't point fingers, don't suppress emotions. Let it out in a healthy manner. Be brave enough to show vulnerability to each other. Speak your truth but do not say hurtful words. Do not leave regrets, they're much too heavy for two hearts still in love with each other. I'm not seeing a definite outcome in your future regarding this situation. The High Priestess usually appears with a mystery, signifying things that you're not supposed to know until you make a conscious decision.

The Ten of Swords carries no message but a question: if this situation you're experiencing is the ultimate worst, and you're not going to experience any worse than this, how are you going to try to climb back up?

And now, a message from H and a little gift from them:

Imagine a music box.

Dancer in it swing around and around, dancing to that sweet, nostalgic tune.

One day you found it broken, and the tune was damaged, piercing your ears.

It sings, you're a stranger to me.

And so you say, you're a stranger to me too.

What would you do?

Discard because you know it has run its course...

Or salvage its memories and try to forge anew?

Be true to yourself.

Pile 3

Cards: Ten of Cups (r), Nine of Pentacles, King of Pentacles, Strength

A past vision of a happy family living a simple, abundant life now seems a distant dream. You just wanted a roof to live under, now even that is becoming a problem. First I see a parent (possibly mother) suffering from alcohol addiction, drinking day and night to forget about her husband who returns home no more. Old and new newspaper was the scent of the home. Next I see two friends since childhood playing together, making grass rings for each other and promising that they'd meet again when they're all grown up. This friendship is precious and nostalgic, however now that they've grown up, one of them is burdened with family issues. They have a drunk mother they are worried about, a heavy load of debt and they fear they're going to walk down the same path. It all seemed like just yesterday when they were playing on the field without any worries in the world, how did everything change so fast? Their father is a distant memory now, they can't even actively remember his face if they tried to, but that brought them a strange sense of comfort knowing that they no longer missed him or needed him.

I get a mild indicator that this person is you, however I also feel a sense of numbness, like you don't identify with it completely. The energy was very disjointed but vivid. Because of this, I use 3rd person pov instead of 2nd, as I feel inappropriate inserting you in a role that doesn't sit right. I'm curious if it resonates with you. This next paragraph read from the Nine of Pentacles card has your energy strongly, so I'll use 2nd ppov.

You are not without ambition though. You want to make a career in the fashion industry. You're very visual and have your own style. You like bright colors and are all about showcasing your boldness and eccentricity. You thrive in competition. You have quite a quick wit and sharp tongue, some might comment saying you're a smartass but you're never someone who'd care what the haters are saying. You bloom unapologetically and those who see how you glow can never forget how they wish they could be like you. You move fast in your life, you don't like to be stagnant and you are a bit restless when you settle down, always hoping for the next big thing to embark on. Your life might be slow and stagnant right now though and it's boring you so much. You make people feel breathless as they see you juggling different things all at once but you always seem to manage it beautifully. You are a rare combination of the Diva and the girl next door. People can't figure you out easily, not that you'd like them to. You're a bright butterfly at the edge of the forest; seen once, never again - like a miracle.

You have a natural charm. Not afraid to speak up, especially for your besties. Because of this you naturally become the leader in many groups you're in. Once in a blue moon when you feel comfortable enough with someone you'd let down your guard and show your motherly, nurturing side to the trusted few. Your strength and softness is so comforting. You are a fortress when your friends are hurt; a soft meadow when they need a listening ear.

Right now though, Pile 3, it seems you're facing financial problems. They have been in the background as a waiting threat for a while, but recently they've been creeping up on you. You're doing a small (side) business that involves handicraft. It lets you earn some quick bucks over time but you worry if it's going to be enough in the long run. Another reason why financial problems is prominent to you now is because you're planning something big (like a vacation, not purely for fun but for getting closer to a career opportunity) and you want to make sure that you have enough funds for the trip. I feel that a part of you has already surrendered to the belief that you're never going to make it. You might have also read some readings that confirmed this belief. Well, do you believe that this belief is stronger than your conviction? You've always been able to make what you want come true, how is this an exception?

The King of Pentacles advises you to stop overthinking about this situation. All that thinking is not going to serve you. You think this is facing reality? No it's not, it's called self defeat and you know you are better than that. Focus instead on the money you're earning. Know that each dollar you make no matter how insignificant it appears to be, it's taking you closer and closer to your goal. You're going to make it, not in the conventional way you planned. One thing would lead to another, maybe unexpected help would happen, maybe you get another option that would propel you closer to your goal than slowly making money could, maybe you'd get a free ride. Don't fixate on the "how". You're already there. And no I'm not speaking on this from the law of assumptions point of view, I never muddle readings with my own thoughts. I read this purely from the cards.

You keep biting your own hand though. You have several contradicting aspects of you. One side of you is nurturing and wants to provide yourself with love and understanding. Another aspect of you is the polar opposite, wanting to lash out and show the other self that kindness isn't all there is because it is often repayed with injustice. This aspect could stem from hurt childhood memories. Your nurturing self wins the battle almost all times. This tells me that you are a strong, nurturing and self aware person. You are not the other aspect, it is merely a sign of unhealed scars. You are truly lovely to read for, Pile 3. I hope you find the peace and happiness that you seek.

And now, a message from H and a little gift from them:

Your shadow aspect does not dictate who you are. At your core, you've shown repeatedly courage and determination. I admire that in you. All your battle scars - it takes one night to gather them softly on your palms; it also takes just one night to clear them all away, kissing them deeply and acknowledging your wounds, then brushing them away, this time wishing them well. You're more than just what you're made of. Believe me, you've yet to see all of yourselves.

This night is long. Don't wait to drown. If you want to do it, simply do it. Who's to say you're not allowed to, wild child?

Like a lilly in the wild, show them how fragility is the core to all beauty. I'll see you when your dreams become set in stone. Goodbye, and carry my blessings.

Pile 4

Cards: Ace of Pentacles (r), The Fool (r), Eight of Cups

I'm mainly sensing bored energy, like you have a lot of time on your hands but have nothing you find worthy to invest in. You're just biding time to see what happens. You're at a period of your life where you're seriously pondering what direction you want to pursue. You have several options but none that make you want to commit to. You are both practical and dreamy. You want a sustainable future but like to indulge in your imagination and ask the "what ifs". You're intellectual in a fun, curious, imaginative way. I think you'd do excellent in an environment that encourages you to explore and create.

It appears that you're faced with a dilemma of letting go of your past self. You have been in obstacles that shaped you into a new person, whether you've actively challenged your comfort zones or have been trying out new things to broaden your horizon. For some of you, this new thing may be a spiritual belief/lifestyle. You know that you're in the process of transformation and that you're taking a leap of faith towards creating the changes you want, bit you still find yourself reminiscing your old self like a nostalgic memory. The Fool in reversed advises you to not rush yourself in the process. Accept your emotions and release what you have to. Let your inner child know that despite this being challenging to you, you are always safe by being patient and understanding with yourself. You're being guided towards a new sunrise. Trust your steps. Your guides have much faith in you.

You might find that retreating into your sacred space may do wonders for healing your mind, body and spirit. For a while, distant yourself from social media and anything that doesn't provide you peace. Experience life minimalistically. Some of you have been wondering who you really are at your core. You'll be able to explore much about yourself by detaching from unnecessary things. Do inner work. Examine yourself from an inner point of view. Take trips, by this I mean visit places of nature where there are mountains and lakes and let yourself experience yourself as an extended part of mother earth. You've always belonged, you've never been an outsider. If you think yourself alien, perhaps it's time to get a diary to record your journey.

And now, a message from H and a little gift from them:

There was one friend I knew that had flowers as her eyes and antlers ash grey under the moonlight.

The forest admired her majesty, the woodland creatures crowned her Queen, but she saw not her beauty, and heard not her wisdom. Perhaps we all fail to see ourselves from time to time and require other - good natured ones I pray - to remind us all. But do you have your own people that would remind you when you fall to your own ignorance? If not, you will have to stand straight up and be your own eyes and supporting feet. The sunset heralds changes, be sure to not fall into pits of pride or lament the false things. You don't have immortality like my dear friend. You have a ticking watch on your hands that watch closely your every move. So make time, make wise, and make your journey one that you'd in the future think back to with a smile.

/// another message for another friend ///

Fair wanderer, if it is knowledge you seek, then pour yourself before the books and speak not in half learned truths. This should teach you material worth years to come. Don't fear time, for it is not too late. Don't let boredom eat you out from the inside, it's now time to create or let it fester as another “what if”.

#tarot #tarotblr #witchblr #pick a card #pick a pile #pac #tarot reading #divination #hopeless #help #advice #spiritual #spirit companion #thewingedmuse

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mandalorianchronicles · 1 year

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While I’m not a dinbo fan (din/fennec all

The way) I do have to say your positivity of this season is refreshing. I feel like I’ve been defending this season all by myself. Dave and Jon are excellent writers and I trust them with my whole heart. This season has really focused on the subtle plot choices that are going to come clashing together and make sense.

Nice to see another fan enjoying the show. 🧡

I love this! Thank you so much for sharing these thoughts. It's so nice to hear from other voices who are not so quick to jump on the negativity bandwagon. The Mandalorian tag has definitely had its ups and downs over the seasons. I can remember when the chief complaint was that there were too many episodes with canned plots that were "filler" or "slow" or "side quests" and everyone kept asking "where is the plot?" Of course, the overarching plot (that all those canned episodes contributed important pieces to) always came crashing down in the last few episodes of the season and they complained about that too.

This season has seen a lot more world building and has been incredibly focused on character development. The chief complaint I've heard now is that Din's character is "regressing" or being "sidelined". In the first two seasons, Din's priority was a) keeping Grogu alive and b) getting Grogu to a permanent home. Since The Book of Boba Fett, Din has accepted that Grogu is now his responsibility for the long haul. That has shifted his whole world. He can't keep dragging a baby on bounty hunting missions and even if he could, he wants something better for Grogu. He wants to give him a home and people, a stable lifestyle. Bo-Katan can make that happen and he is willing to support her in any way possible to help her succeed - not just for his and Grogu's benefit - because he truly believes in her.

And though I understand and respect that Dinbo is not everyone's cup of tea, I do believe that is the direction the writers are taking their relationship, especially in light of the fact that Bo has voluntarily (with zero prompting from Din) assumed a motherly role with Grogu. For me, I just really want to see these characters find some peace and happiness. I know that in Star Wars peace is always temporary, but it would be very satisfying for me to see Grogu, Din, and Bo (three characters who started this journey utterly alone) become a family. They have each grown so much over these three seasons and the writers have spent the most time focusing on them for a reason. I believe their story can be told well without detracting from the bigger picture of restoring Mandalore and pushing back against the restoration of the Empire.

We know that Star Wars fans are a toxic bunch who aren't happy unless they're complaining. I'll be the first to admit, I went through a phase where I really hated on the sequels (even though I was actually enjoying them until TRoS). We've all done it. And let's be real, there are legitimate reasons to be critical of some of these shows/movies. But I really do believe that a lot of the negativity over this season of The Mandalorian has been predominantly from fans who were just salty that their hyper specific headcanons weren't coming true or because they jumped the gun and judged it before they got to the end. If I had a nickel for every complaint about loose threads, I'd be rich. Even before the season is complete, the vast majority of those threads or pieces have become relevant and now everyone can clearly see why those were important. Patience is a virtue, y'all. Let the season play out and just learn to enjoy the ride. Save your criticisms for after it's done - you'll probably have a lot less of them and you'll undoubtedly feel less stupid when that plot thread you thought was just dropped actually became relevant (looking at you people who thought they went through all that trouble with IG-11 for no reason). Maybe we should all start meditating on my new favorite Mandalorian proverb:

"One does not speak unless one knows."

It sounds a lot like this other favorite of mine:

"Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace; When he shuts his lips, he is considered perceptive." Proverbs 17:28

#the mandalorian #din djarin #bo-katan kryze #the mandalorian spoilers #dinbo #grogu #the mandalorian season 3 #i'm not saying ALL the criticism of this season is unfounded #However - a lot people's objections are truly foolish

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no1heyyyyyyyy · 10 months

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Sevika dating an asexual person

I think Sevika is a lesbian (which means no men), and I feel that her ‘type’ is that she really doesn’t have one- for looks at least. I do feel however, that she is much more particular with personality as that is what matters most to her. I think she likes stubborn people, those that really stick to their guns and know how to defend themselves, physically or otherwise. I also think she likes a good bit of dry humor, emotional maturity, and those that are willing to stand for what they believe in. She also likes people who are unashamedly themselves. But, I also think she quite cherishes those that make her insides melt a little by just being sweet to her. In Arcane, she is 40. I think a lot of people forget about that. And, because of her age she wouldn’t want someone who’s a lot younger than her, and she isn’t as crazy about sex anymore (I do think that she got around heavily when she was younger though). At the point in the show that we’re in right now, she goes to the brothel regularly. To me, it's because it is easy for her, she can relieve any pent up stress, and it’s really the only form of relaxation she knows other than drinking, smoking, and gambling.

And, so, I think that she would date an asexual person. Now, it’s well known that in the Arcane universe people aren’t discriminated against or looked down upon based on their ethnicity/race/sexual or romantic orientation/gender/gender expression, and that the biggest issue has to do with class division. So, we can only assume that the ASPEC community isn’t really looked down upon as that community is queer. Same with AROSPEC people. So, I feel that she wouldn’t care that much, mainly because sex is not her biggest priority when it comes to sharing her life with someone. She would be much more interested in who you are, your values, your beliefs, and how you show your affection versus how sexually active you are. Because being asexual is a spectrum and thus, it’s different for everybody. She is allosexual, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t respect those that aren’t.

Alright, here are my ideas on how a non sexual romantic relationship would go:

Sevika would appreciate partners who are active in emotional intimacy: being a good listener, actively being interested in what she likes and believes in, taking her as she is but still supporting any healthy changes she wants to implement into her life, allowing her to slowly open up on her own time and never forcing her to share when she doesn’t want to, direct communication, appreciation for who she is, honesty, being able to apologize properly etc.

Sevika doesn’t ever get told she is enough, and I feel that she’d need someone who will validate her struggles and let her know that she is enough and always has been.

Physical touch, as in: smooches (if said aspec person is comfortable), hugs (this is a big one), cuddling- Let me talk about cuddling real quick. She loves it, but isn’t comfortable with it. She needs to be slowly broken into the idea of cuddling as well as the action itself. That form of vulnerability is new to her. She doesn’t feel vulnerable during sex, but when it’s just laying down with her partner and watching a movie- it’s so new to her, she hasn’t tested the waters quite yet.

Developing interests together as partners, finding movies that are fun to watch together, hobbies that are interactive, parallel play, playing cards with the woman- she would love if her partner plays or learns cards with/from her.

Agreeing on things such as neither marriage nor kids. That last ones a biggie with her. I don’t think she despises kids per say, but she certainly doesn’t want them. I don’t think she likes to share her person (unless it’s a poly relationship, but that is a different conversation) with others that often. Not in a possessive way, but in a way that takes all the attention from her and to someone else, the way that taking care of a child would. And, she would need a partner that understands that, agrees with that, and respects that

So, a normal relationship. A lot of times people get hung up about how a romantic relationship without sex would go, but this is just one of many things that will likely happen. Asexual people, I feel, are better partners in general because they care more about the personality rather than looks, though this varies from person to person. Also, there are a lot less complications when it comes to relationships without sex, as long as all parties are good communicators and emotionally mature. Have a wonderful day!

#lesbiansafe #sapphic #wlw #lgbtq #lesbian #sevika arcane #sevika fluff #sevika #arcane #gayyyy #we did it kids #hi loves #asexual relationships #healthy relationships #clear and honest commnuication #hi again

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worldsquietestjojosfan · 24 days

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Every day is a culture shock

Bro ive been on the internet for how long and I'm still in a perpetual state of culture shock?

I feel insane when I hear that people don't take family roles or family duty as seriously as I do.

My best friend loves to send me posts of People complaining about family and we both look like

Oh that's crazy! They're not even defending the family honor and reputation from outsiders????? Literally insane!! Even if you hate your family, you still have to defend them from outsiders. What's even going on?

To us it's like instinct. Even if your parents are straight up evil, you still have access to connections and favors by virtue of your last name. You have to defend the last name so you can keep using that. It's not a common idea? CRAZY! And what about your younger generations? You want to ruin it for them too?

Despite being females, we are both the firstborn son of our households. And then we go online and nobody knows wtf we're talking about

Wtf you mean you're the oldest and you're not at least the firstborn daughter? It comes with birth. You don't have any of those duties? Then what do you do?

Like obv were not robots. I have a lot of friends that didn't do some of their duties. Whether they disagreed or were lazy or just didn't want to, the word "duty" is always there. "That duty was stupid so I didn't do it". Fair. Your choice.

dude ok I know I'm aware other cultures exist and they're different. I didn't realize in practice its SO different. people look at me like I'm fucking insane bro!!!

I had a conversation with a girl and she's like "you're so lucky you have a great relationship with your dad!" And I was like "not all my siblings have this close relationship. I earned my right to stand as his equal by completing all my family duties (almost) perfectly"

Like I earned my right that when we argue I can say he's "being cringe". I earned my right to argue actually. I earned this by repeatedly demonstrating responsibility, maturity, and correct priorities.

Dude that girl said this sounds like child abuse and I was like dawg wtf are you talking about 💀 your parents don't let you earn standing? Do they even love you? (That was mainly ego. She insulted my family so I tried to as well).

I'm guilty of growing up in a mixed asian society. My best friend grew up also In a mixed Asian society but a different one. In mine, the largest groups were Chinese, Vietnamese, Thai and Korean followed by every other kind of Asian.

Her area's largest groups were japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese, Indian followed by every other kind of Asian.

So it's kinda different but close enough. She knows how to eat with her hands and I know how to eat with chopsticks. We all celebrate 2 kinds of lunar new year. One by the south asian lunar calendar and one by the east Asian lunar calendar (don't ask, I don't know why we have 2 lunar calendars. You would think there's only 1?)

Both our areas, aunties will scold you if they hear you talk disrespectfully to your parents. Both our areas people will look down on you for not knowing your home language. Both our areas, the elders expect proper acknowledgement.

There are differences too. In my area, those who disrespect you must be disrespected In return. It's an offense to your family that they think they are allowed to disrespect you. In her area, the disrespect will happen but not to the face. You have to show you're from a better family. Here you have to show you are aware of the bullshit and you won't let it slide. I think its a difference between acting on behalf of your family vs acting with permission from your family. That's my speculation.

When teachers at my school said "grades don't matter" we said "then don't grade us? Liar". When teachers at her school said that they said "we understand, thank you for telling us" and then told their parents and the parents filed a report against the teachers for intentional misleading and sabotage.

The levels or respect and politeness and what kinds of actions imply what about your family were a culture shock to me. When I visit her, I have to adjust to be a lot more mellow and polite than I have to show here. Here, the elders accept any proper acknowledgement like "hi grandma" is fine. Even "hello" or a wave is fine. There, elders expect you to acknowledge them according to their culture. I personally fuck this up so bad because I don't even know who they are so i just copy what my friend is doing. And then I get the relation wrong and then they stare at me. Sometimes I'm lucky.

Over here, we don't really know too many people. It's not as social. Where she lives, everyone knows everyone.

I don't know how to describe this melding aside from just generally "asian" .

I log on to the internet and there's no shared culture except for speaking English 🤣 HAH.

It's like the difference between going to a swimming pool vs a jacuzzi

Vs jumping into a pile of leaves

Previously the common factor was water. Now the common factor is that it's matter.

I'm being so deadass I feel like me and some fictional characters from cultivation novels have more in common

#the craziest part is when we meet asians who didnt grow up around asians and we also dont connect like at all #we were talking to one and that guy was like oh yeah family honor duties blah blah my parents told about that ancient shit. i #and were like ..... ANCIENT???????#it certainly helps when your neighbors are drilling in the exact same fillial code into their kids in laos while yours are in hindi or cant #korean aunties scolding me for having a temper tantrum in broken english is a vibe #some words #on a smaller scale you know what else is a culture shock #how much east asians value fruit as a gift #south asia we have coconuts and fruits in abundance so our culture sees fruit as love but its not THAT expensive #idk about chinese but apparently korea fruits are FUCKING EXPENSIVE #one time my mom cut fruit and brought it to the park where we were all playing and the moms were like you are a saint #and my mom was like its only natural. the kids are playing so i should feed them. and theyre like but its fruit #and i was like yeah. its good for us. my mom wouldnt try to poison us. i didnt realize why it was such a big deal #because fruit prices here are kinda rough now but not THAT expensive.#apparently the gesture means everything #i dont even know what the point of this was. i just wanted to say it #also if you recognize which locations im talking about by description..... hehehehe #for us the luxury good is nuts and all the chinese friends whose house ive been to their mom always offers roasted nuts #and im like gawdDAMN you guys rich or something? im that much of an honored guest?

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familyofpaladins · 6 months

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The Pizza Game (Chp 3)

Chapter 3: Better to Have Loved and Lost or To Have Never Loved at All?

Chapter 1 | <Chapter 2 | X | Chapter 4>

Ao3 link

Summary: Little Casey Jr's birthday is coming up and Donnie needs to know what he wants. And an important decision is made. Words: 2918

Donatello walked into the training room, where his blue wearing brother and adoptive nephew were training.

Little Casey Jones was only 4, about to be 5, and had been with them for two years now. His mother (who refused to go by Cassandra, instead going by Big Casey) insisted he begin his “Warrior Training”. Said training mostly consisted of learning how to run and dodge and hide, and some basic self-dense moves. He could learn more complicated self defense once he was a little older.

Donnie was a little surprised to find both of his other brothers in the room as well. They must have gotten back from their supply run early. He could ask them how it went later. The fact that he didn’t get a notification from the security system was a little puzzling. He added Check Security Alert System to his list of tasks. For the moment he had other priorities.

“Casey Jones,” Donnie addressed the young boy.

“Hi Unca Dontello!” Casey chirped from where he was stretching to reach his toes.

“What brings you here, Uncle Dontello?” Leo smirked off to the side at the mispronounced name. Donnie maturely ignored him.

“Casey Jones, your birthday is in two weeks, and I wanted to know if you had any preferences for a present.”

Raph and Mikey both went wide eyed, Mikey whispering “oh CRUD, is that next week already?”

“A present? I get a present for my birfday?” Little Casey asked, brow furrowed as he attempted a sit-up with out his feet coming off the floor. Donnie saw Leo gently place his own foot over Casey’s to help keep him steady.

“Of course you do! Presents have been traditionally given for birthdays, as well as other occasions and holidays for a long time.”

They hadn’t been able to celebrate his birthday the previous year due to dealing with an attack on one of their supply bases a couple of weeks before hand, and then forgot about the day until it had already passed. But Casey was little and had no idea that anything was amiss about it. Donnie was determined that the same thing would not happen again this year.

“WOAH,” Casey wonder filling his eyes.

“Well bud, what would you like for your birthday?” Leo asked again, smiling at the young boy.

“Hmmm,” Casey hummed, hand on his chin in a way that Donnie recognized as something Leo and Raph did often. “I dunno, what do others want for birthdays?” Casey asked after a moment of contemplation, looking to his uncles, stretches forgotten.

“Pretty much anything!” Mikey said excitedly.

“Traditional gifts most often given to young children are: Toys such as action figures or dolls-“ Donnie began to list.

“I got a lot of plushies for my birthdays!” Raph added.

“-or stuffed animals.” Donnie amended. “As well as games, movies, recreational modes of transportation like bicycles or skateboards.” Casey nodded along, although Donnie knew he likely had no idea what he was talking about. There weren’t much of those things in the apocalypse. “Tool sets, power tools, and scientific equipment are also possible gifts,” Donnie finished.

“Pretty sure you were the only kid asking for the stuff Donald,” Mikey huffed a laugh.

“Just because I’m the only one smart enough to ask for them does not make them bad gifts” he defended.

“It can also be other things like a trip to somewhere or just something special you want to do.” Leo added. Donnie could remember when they had been little and Leo had asked to go topside as a birthday present. Papa had vetoed that idea, but the brothers had decided they would give him it as a present anyway, and snuck out. They got lost of course, but it was also when they met April, so Donnie considered that a pretty good present to all of them.

“A trip? Like to Jersey?” Casey asked, head tilted in thought. Donnie and his brothers had equally disgusted faces.

“No. Well, technically yes, that could qualify. But you don’t want to go to Jersey, Trust Me.” Raph said, and the other three turtles nodded in agreement. They did occasionally have to make supply runs there, which was likely where Casey had heard about it, but as true New Yorkers, Jersey was tainted land.

“More like if you wanted to go Visit the Hidden city! Or uh..” Leo trailed off. Donnie understood his struggle. There weren’t a lot of places left to go to that would be fun to visit. Mikey bailed the slider out.

“Your present could also be something like a special treat! I used to ask for my Dad’s Special Ramen! It can be something that you don’t get to eat very often, or to eat a bunch of it, like a pizza or ice cream party!”

“Aww Mikey! You mentioned pizza!” Donnie groaned along with his brothers.

“Oh jeez! I wasn’t even thinking about it!”

“What’s pizza?”

Four heads snapped to the child sitting across from them. “What?”

“What’s pizza? Issit a bad thing?” At the wide eyed stares, Casey looked down at his hands, fiddling with the edge of his shirt and finished with a stutter “I- I mean, you guys say it sometimes, but but you get uh um mad? When you do? So issit a bad thing?”

Donnie shouldn’t be surprised. They hadn’t been able to eat any pizza in something like seven years, while also (trying and failing to) never speaking of it. It made perfect sense that Casey wouldn’t know what it was. It still short circuited something in Donnie’s head.

He was trying to figure out how to explain the concept of cheese to the boy when he realized something.

“No no Casey, its not a bad thing,” Leo knelt in front of the boy. “it’s uh-“

Donnie smacked his hand into Leo’s face.

“FAMILY MEETING RIGHT NOW.” Donnie declared, grabbing Leo’s mask tails with the hand he had just smacked him with, and robotic arms extended from his shell and began pushing the other two out the door.

“W-what? Don?” Leo stuttered as Donnie pulled him along. “Uuuhh, be right back little man! Finish you’re stretches, then do Brown Wall, Grey Wall two times, and then uuh meditate on what you want for your present!” Leo yelled back at him before disappearing out the door.

“Yes Sensei!” Casey saluted as the door shut.

“Okay Don. What’s this all about?” Raph asked once they were in the hall.

“Is it better to have Loved and Lost or to have Never Loved At All?” Donnie asked.

“What.” Leo deadpanned.

“Explain what you mean Don,” Mikey said.

“Casey has never had pizza. Who knows when or if he will get the chance to try it.” Donnie paced as he began to rant. “WE have had pizza, and the loss is so great we don’t even talk about it anymore! So should we tell him about the most wonderful substance in the world and have him be sad he’s never had it, or do we not tell him and let him live in blissful ignorance of what he’s missing out on, but then will also never know about the 6th greatest thing to ever exist?” Donnie finished.

“Oh.” Raph breathed.

“Oooooh.” Mikey said in dawning horror, grabbing his own face.

“Wait, pizza is only the 6th greatest?” Leo asked.

“Really Leo, THAT’S what you’re focused on?” Raph huffed.

“Yes, 6th, beat out by such things as: Newton’s Laws of Physics, Galileo’s discoveries, and My Own Mystic Tech, to name a few” Donnie listed. Also on that list was Donnie’s family. But his Emotionally Unavailable Self certainly wasn’t going to admit that to their faces.

“Uh huh, sure” Leo said.

“You guys done?” Mikey didn’t wait for an answer, “So what are we going to tell Casey?”

“It feels weird not to tell him. I wish we could let him eat some. Hey!” Raph gasped “What if we could try to make a pizza for him as a present!”

“I like the idea Raph, but we don’t have any of the ingredients or even any good substitutes. And that still leaves us with the problem of Casey then mourning the loss of pizza as well.” Mikey patted the biggest brother’s arm as his shoulders slumped.

There was just no optimal solution. Well… the Optimal course of events would be to have never ended up in an apocalypse, to live where pizza was still around and the entire concept of having to Explain What Pizza is, would be ridiculous.

Donnie and his brothers stood in the hall and contemplated what to do. Don’t tell him? Tell him and try to explain the blissfulness of pizza? (Could he even remember it well enough to describe the taste?)

“Okay okay, How about this?” Donnie turned to Leo whose face was tight in thought as he spoke. “Once we defeat those overcooked beetroots, and we, ya know, fix this whole situation,” he twirled a hand through the air. “Get Life back into the world, and get all the ingredients we need, we’ll throw Casey the Biggest Pizza Party ever, huh?”

“Not bad,” Donnie hummed while Raph and Mikey’s faces brightened at the idea. “However that will mean that we can’t talk about pizza anymore.”

“Well, I mean we’ve already been doing that with The Pizza Game” Leo smirked.

“Scoff. And how WELL have we accomplished that task? Have any of us gone more than 6 months without thinking of pizza?” three sets of eyes refused to look at Donnie. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. To further prove my point, Casey just told us that he’s heard the word pizza multiple times. If we want to truly keep him ignorant of its existence, we can’t keep talking about it or he will just ask someone else.”

Donnie looked at his brothers and saw their serious and determined faces.

“We can do it,” Raph stated, straightening to his full height with conviction, “We can keep the pizza mentions to the minimum and not talk about it in front of little Casey. I believe in us!”

Raph stuck his hand in the middle of their little huddle. Donnie and his other two brothers added their hands.

“Mad dogz!” Raph cheered.

“MAD DOGZ!” They echoed back.

That left just one more problem.

“Great plan Fam,” Donnie said, “but we still don’t know what we’re going to say to answer Casey’s question of “what is pizza?””

“Ah crap.” Leo sighed.

“Language”. Raph rumbled reflexively.

“Hermano, I am 27-“

“28” Donnie corrected.

“-28 (whatever, time is fake), years old” Leo continued, “I think I’m allowed to say the word Crap.” Leo tried to throw an arm around his Big Brother’s shoulders, but the height difference made it look more like Leo was draping himself against Raph’s side. Donnie tried not to snicker at the sight.

“Not in front of the kid though!” Raph whisper shouted and gestured at the door to the training room where Casey was likely done with his stretches. The movement knocked Leo from his leaning position.

“Relaaaax, he can’t hear us!” Leo drawled as he kept himself from falling over.

“Speaking of Casey” said Donnie loudly. His dumdum brothers still can’t focus on a subject for very long. Internal sigh. He continued, “We are getting off track. WHAT are we going to tell Casey?”

“I don’t know, can’t we just tell him that it’s something that’s not around anymore, and to not worry about it? It’s not even a lie” Mikey suggested.

“You think he’d accept that as an answer?” Raph asked.

“Raph he’s barely 5. He’ll believe anything we tell him.” Leo said. Donie had to admit, young children were easy to deceive, especially when they were his primary source of education.

“We’ll have to let Big Casey and April know the plan.” Donnie said while he looked at the base schedule on his wrist gauntlet to see where they were at and/or would be at the base soon.

“Do you think Big Casey will be okay with us making this decision?” Mikey asked.

“Eh if she disapproves, she can always go ahead and tell him. But I doubt she will, since she comes to us for advice half the time anyway.” Leo shrugged.

You know it’s the end of the world when you go to bachelor turtles for parenting advice, Donnie thought to himself.

“I have patrol with her for the next week, so I can double check it with her then,” Raph supplied.

“Great! Let’s get back in there before he starts trying to climb the walls.”

They walked back into the training room, where Casey quickly got back into a meditating pose from where he had obviously been looking at the various practice weapons and training gear (in view but out of reach of the 5 year old). They all nicely pretended not to notice.

“Okay Casey Jones, we’re back”

Little Casey excitedly opened his eyes and bounced to his feet.

“I know what I want for a present, Sensei!”

“Oh yeah? Decided already?” Leo asked, ruffling his hair.

“Mmhm!!” Casey nodded his head so quickly Donnie was worried he’d get whiplash. “I wanna stick like Mom’s!” Little Casey pointed to where Big Casey’s spare Hockey stick was hanging on the wall.

Not a bad choice. Donnie could work with this.

“A hockey stick, not bad, young Casey Jones. Any special requests for amenities? Hidden sword? Lasers? Blow Dart Gun? Retractable Chainsaw?”

“Don,” Leo said through gritted teeth, smile plastered on his face for Casey’s sake. “You will not give a five year old a chainsaw.”

“I would Never!” Donnie lied. Leo’s eye twitched.

Casey giggled at his uncles.

“Okay!” Leo said with false cheer. “Me and Casey still have some exercises to go through, so visiting time is over. You all can see him later!” He said as he began to push his brothers out of the room.

“What?! Us too?” Raph and Mikey complained. Donnie knew either of his brothers could have held their ground, yet they let themselves be pushed out. Dum dums. Donnie allowed himself to be pushed out because he had the information he needed and a list of duties to get to.

“Yes you too! I know you guys still need to finish the inventory reports on the supply run you just got back from” Ah so that was why they let themselves be pushed out. Although, not without complaint.

“Booo” Mikey complained and stuck his tongue out at Leo. Casey broke into a fit of giggles.

“Okay see you guys later!” Leo chirped before he leaned in and poked at Donnie’s chest, “No chainsaws or lasers!”

“Bye Unca Raphyell! Bye Unca Mikyjello! Bye Unca Dontello!” Casey called from behind Leo.

“See ya later, Casey!” Mikey called back.

“Goodbye Young Casey Jones” Donnie responded while already beginning plans for the gift.

“Bye Little Man! We’ll visit you later when you’re done training!” Raph waved.

“Bye!” Leo sang as he shut the door on them.

“He just wants ta hog Casey all to himself!” Raph muttered as they began to walk down the hall.

“Hey Don, you gonna get him the hockey stick?”

“Affirmative.” He was already creating blue prints. Can’t have the stick be too tall or heavy for him to handle, but should be big enough for him to use for a couple years before getting a new one to match his new height.

“You’re not actually gonna give him a chainsaw attachment, are you?” Raph squinted at him.

“Of course not.” Donnie said. “That will be the gift for his 8th birthday.”

“Donnie!”

“Man, I don’t know what to get him!” Mikey complained, floating up to drape himself over Raph’s shell.

“I already got him a gift,” Raph said proudly. Donnie shouldn’t have been surprised. Raph being the Big Brother and softy that he was made him prepare for birthdays and other such things.

“Whatchya get him?” Mikey asked, leaning over his brother’s head to look at him upside down.

“That’s a surprise” Raph smirked.

“Aww come on Raphie! I need ideas!”

“I want to surprise him and, no offense, but both of you can’t keep a secret and are terrible liars.”

“I take much offense to that!” Mikey gasped.

“OFFENDED GASP… But it is true.” Donnie admitted.

“HEY. Maybe I can find him some new bedtime stories.”

“Why bedtime stories?”

“Because have you HEARD the stories Big Casey tells him?! Just last week she was telling him about how the krang came through the portal! As a BED TIME STORY! Who does that?!”

“That… does not surprise me.”

“Okay Raph you know what we’re getting him, now tell us what you’re present is!” Mikey asked once again leaning into his face.

“Not tellin’. You’ll just have to wait two weeks to find out what Raph got him.” Raph said with a smug grin.

One week later Donatello was forced by Raphael to make two promises: 1) to give Casey his gift for him and 2) To make sure that Casey got the Pizza Party after the war was over.

It was the last thing Donatello heard from his big brother before the Krang dropped a building on Raphael and Cassandra Jones.

A week later Donatello hugged a sobbing Casey Jones as he fulfilled the first promise.

Sitting next to a hockey mask was a patchwork stuffed animal shaped like a turtle. It was each color of the rainbow, but was mostly red.

This is where the angst begins. Hold onto your seats. It does have a happy (bittersweet?) ending.

(if it makes you feel any better, in another timeline April Drops a building on the Sister Krang as poetic justice)

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demethinkstoomuch · 1 year

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Cytherea and John have a lot in common in terms of goals and motives and techniques, when you adjust for scale: they acted out of betrayal and hurt and anger and the vengeance of love -- and those feelings were entirely right, entirely fair. So, they pursued those as their top priorities, regardless -- because of -- the body count.

And, in choosing the vindication of those feelings above all else, they destroyed more or less the “all else” part of things. Cytherea was lied to, Cytherea was abandoned to her pain by people who made sympathetic noises and maybe believed those noises (but not enough). Cytherea killed innocent people, because she decided that, more than, say, confronting John directly, or any other recourse, she wanted to smash everything that had been made in his image. She didn’t actually accomplish the goal of her anger, she just did some murders. John Gaius was lied to. John Gaius was abandoned to the world’s pain by people who made sympathetic noises about cows and maybe believed those noises (but probably not, and definitely not enough). John Gaius...You see how this goes?

Furthermore, we then get to the how, to the justification, the predatory interest in people who could have reminded them of something they’d lost, one of the driving forces of that anger -- even though, push comes to shove, they’ve already decided what the most important thing in the world is, and it’s not the people they’re making feel important. And how that plays against the self-assurances that they aren’t exactly lying -- see the way Cytherea insists she was only giving hypotheticals, and compare it to John’s “What’s the difference [between the truth and the story you tell yourself]?” And I think that shared balancing act, the one between their interest in those reminders, that need to not be lying, and their vengeance, is kind of what allows for them both to have that slightly self-aware air, occasionally a little apologetic, like ‘Oh, it’s reasonable that you would be hurt, all things considered’ vibe that you see throughout HtN’s climax and a bit during Palamedes’ parlor room scene at the end of GtN. They’ve picked their number 1 priority (VENGEANCE), and they know the thing they are prioritizing is true and valid (that is, they’re angry and they have every right to be angry), so they don’t need to necessarily defend themselves against every sling and arrow along the way. They can be nice, or funny, or kind, without it ever chnging the bottom line.

That similarity is...Interesting. She is the only OG lyctor we meet who was born post-resurrection, in the world and Empire John was forming. Besides just giving her a motive, I think this says something about his world, and the ways in which it’s not new. After all, John was made by our world, and he’s done the same thing -- including the same things as it would have done, if with some specific modifications. There’s a sort of intergenerational trauma happening there, where each round makes some changes in scope or technique compared to the previous round, who did such awful things, but keep doing some of the same awful things, just a little differently.

Cytherea is John’s creation, and her story is John’s story, writ very small. A prelude, in a way, to certain concepts about anger and forgiveness and trauma and priorities that are still unfolding throughout the series.

But now I won’t be able to think about the John bits of Nona without thinking of Palamedes saying, scathingly, “You couldn’t help but prattle about why you killed innocent people, as though your reasons were interesting.” Which, honestly, yes, they are. I would not be here if they weren’t. But also, yeah, you tell ‘em about their horrific priorities, king.

#the locked tomb #TLT #John Gaius #Cytherea the First #Locked Tomb Meta #I'd tag Nona the Ninth spoilers but I am not sure there's any specific spoilers #Considered ending this with 'my conclusion? Oh look there's your necromancer'#I have no real conclusion and am just rotating them around my brain #And I have other posts I might make in which I feel sad about Cytherea #I have other thoughts about John and Intergenerational Imperialism but that will wait until I know how to explain it properly #Meta #Cool Motives Still Murder In Stereo

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October ⚖️ 2023 Monthly - Gemini

Whole of your energy: 7 Swords

You’ve avoided talking to someone for quite some time, or enough time to make it weird & awkward, like there’s no real excuse for it and that’s obvious. Probably an ex, or someone you were once in love with, maybe they were, could be platonic and you used to be really close, best friend from high school or something. There is some kind of reunion or party being shown, and you’re REALLY in your head about the details and what ifs of a person. Or people, could be a whole group of them. Is it worth it to come back around now?

What’s going on in October:

2 Pentacles rev:

How this all disconnected in the first place was you could’ve just had too much going on, a lot of pressure on your shoulders and tasks on your plate. You “fumbled” some of these priorities trying to take care of others, and some of those happened to be decent connections that you maybe haven’t even thought about until recently. Whatever heartbreak has occurred, you’ve healed. But have they?

2 Cups:

This shows the closeness between you and another person, could definitely be love, but if it was platonic then these connections ran very deep, for awhile. It’s possible a lover got in the way of some of your friendships, or someone ran off to be with a lover and kinda bailed on their friends. Work too. 2 Pentacles rev shows too many pots boiling and not enough hands to handle everything they’ve got going on, you couldn’t balance everything. You’ve probably heard someone be defensive about this before, whoever you’ve been away from for some time had words before parting, or tried to defend themselves/the group, like “hey we never see you wtf”, probably to no avail. 7 Swords does show avoidant behavior, so once it began it just kept on being that way, it was easier to dodge than to give excuses or reasons other people wouldn’t have understood or accepted, most likely.

8 Swords:

Others wanted clarity from you, but probably didn’t get any with 8 Swords. They could even be officially blocked, or unable to reach you, and have been for some time. You could say you’re working most of the time, but are you…probably not. Sometimes, yes. This reading doesn’t show your reasons, it shows your fear. You know people feel angry, betrayed, hurt, stabbed in the back even, with 10 Swords. Anger is your oracle card too, so is Worried, you’re afraid someone is going to verbally cut your head off and “give you what you deserve”. If not that, there could’ve been a major altercation at the ending of a relationship, friendship, group separation, where they have already fought you, like the defensive energy in the last row. 5 & 10 Swords is a bitter battle that has no winner, full of nasty words, petty mean actions, and a very painful ending. You seem okay, now, it’s others that may still be hurt, and you probably aren’t sure. So you say nothing, keep avoiding, and stay away.

9 Swords:

You play this painful ending over and over again in your mind, worried about it, thinking about it. Gemini energy dominates the reading, your mind is on a loop with the things you worry about when it comes to friends, reunions, celebrating, and the painful circumstances that went down with all of this before. Someone is coming back around, or you’ve been invited to, that’s causing this mental *chaos* for you. You don’t know if you want to come back around at all. If you get a message or invite, you may not even respond. Strength is holding back the emotions, anger, worry, everything going on inside, because it would be a mess if you didn’t. You keep your mess to yourself and either delete or avoid.

Justice:

This is the decision you’re making, which is simply choosing happiness. This person or these people make you crazy, you don’t know if you even want to deal with this again. It could be *taking accountability* for things you can’t change, what’s the point? Just to be angry all over again, no thanks. 9 Cups is a wish come true and The Sun shows gaining the clarity you need, how this negatively affects you 💯. You could respond to whatever message and focus on the positive, aiming for fairness, “treat people how you want to be treated” etc., and find out it’s not as bad as you thought, other people are happy too. Or you could blow them all off, not even respond, and just do what makes you feel good these days, take your mind off of all of this stress with a well-deserved spa day. Cucumbers on the eyes. NO drama 🎭

Signs you may be dealing with:

Gemini 💯 Libra, Aquarius, Cancer, Pisces & Leo

Oracles: ✨

14 - Trust

Trust that you were born a creative being and have never stopped being one.

57 - Worry

Worry is attachment to a particular outcome and the fear that it will not come to pass.

28 Anger 😡

A very strong and primal emotion, anger sometimes catches us by surprise. At other times it seethes just under the surface, simmering a long while until it boils over, scalding anyone who is close. Anger is based in fear. Fear of loss of control, fear of not being loved, fear of being judged, fear of not being enough. When anger enters your life - be it yours or someone else’s - go beneath the surface and try to address the real fear that has triggered it. Anger doesn’t go away without addressing the underlying fear. Alternately, beware of someone’s anger directed towards you.

We enter into October as:

Saint Apricot 😇

“I’m sorry that I have to take care of myself.”

Saint Apricot comes to you when you have been (or are about to be) freed from a situation that has you chained. This is a lesson in taking care of yourself. It’s a reminder to not give away more than you can, or it will drain you. We are not giving from a place of love if we are giving only to get. People may not like it when we focus on taking care of ourselves, but it is necessary in order to have a truthful relationship with them. If you speak the truth from your heart, then any guilt you feel is from the fear of being disliked. Feelings of shame come up when we feel we are “bad”, guilt comes up when we feel something we’ve done is “bad”. If another person no longer chooses to be in our lives, due to what’s been said or done in total honesty, it’s not our fault, it is their choice. This signifies a turn in your destiny. You are moving in a new direction towards freedom, and this opens the gateway towards more rewarding relationships in life.

What is to be learned in October:

Bahana Beige 🎨

“I quietly listen, allowing you to color your own palate.”

If you are drawn to Bahana Beige, it is time to take an impartial look at your situation and drop the excuses. Your answers will come when you remain still. Take no action at this time. The action of Bahana Beige is to listen. Now is the time to consider the other side, because there may be some valuable insights in another point of view. This technique can help produce great strides in communication in your relationships. When we are fixed on a position (or opinion), we are not in the neutral space of Bahana Beige.

This is an opportunity to see who you are in a relationship. Ask yourself, “How does my present attitude or position serve me?” When you answer this question, you will begin to gain more insight into choosing what is for the highest good in any situation. Another way to position a question is in thinking from the other person’s point of view. Is there another way to see this situation? What do you see now?

Beige may be a lucky color 🧥

#Gemini #gemini tarot reading #monthly tarot reading #October 2023 #astrology #tarot #tarotblr

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