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jukey · 1 year

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Hello

Thank you so much for your great writing! If your requests are open, can I request headcanons about Isagi, Chigiri, Rin and Karasu? About how they'd act if they have a crush on reader and how they'd confess?

Have an amazing day! Thank you!

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Isagi x Reader Headcanons

When Isagi develops a crush on you, he can be quite awkward when around you. He might stutter or blurt out silly things without meaning to.

Isagi is someone who likes to show his affection through actions rather than words. So, if he has a crush on you, he might try to do things to make you happy, like bringing you your favorite snacks or helping you with a project.

Isagi is a bit of a perfectionist, so he might get nervous about confessing. He'll want to make sure everything is just right and might spend a lot of time practicing what he wants to say.

When Isagi finally does confess, he'll probably be straightforward about it. He'll tell you how he feels in a clear and honest way, without any sugarcoating.

Isagi is a hard worker and very dedicated to his passions, so he might try to impress you by showing off his skills in sports or other areas. He'll want to prove that he's someone worth being with.

Isagi is a kind and supportive person, so he'll always be there for you when you need it. He'll listen to you when you need to talk and offer advice or encouragement when you're feeling down.

Chigiri x Reader Headcanons

Chigiri is a relatively reserved and serious person, but when he develops a crush, he becomes more attentive and observant of you. He'll start to notice your habits, preferences, and even your quirks.

If he's around you, Chigiri will make an effort to be near you, even if it means adjusting his schedule or routine. He'll find subtle ways to interact with you, such as offering to help with tasks or striking up a conversation about something you have in common.

When it comes to confessing his feelings, Chigiri would likely be straightforward and honest. He would not beat around the bush or play games, but instead would directly express his emotions in a sincere and respectful manner.

However, Chigiri may also be hesitant to confess his feelings if he's not sure how you feel about him. He values his relationships with others and doesn't want to risk damaging them by making things awkward or uncomfortable.

Chigiri is also a bit of a perfectionist and has high standards for himself and others. As a result, he may put pressure on himself to make sure everything is just right before confessing. He might spend time rehearsing what he wants to say, choosing the perfect moment and setting, and making sure he's dressed impeccably.

Ultimately, Chigiri is a caring and thoughtful person who would make a dedicated and loyal partner. He would be willing to listen, compromise, and work through any challenges that come up in a relationship, as long as there's mutual respect and understanding.

Rin x Reader Headcanons

Rin would be very subtle with his crush, as he's not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. He would probably start by trying to spend more time with you, maybe offering to help you with something or inviting you to hang out.

Rin is a bit of a tsundere, so he might come across as a bit cold or aloof at first, even if he's secretly harboring his feelings for you. He might tease you or make sarcastic comments, but it would all be in good fun.

Rin is really good at keeping his feelings to himself, so he might not show any obvious signs that he has a crush on you. He'll just act normal around you, but maybe a little bit more attentive and interested in what you have to say.

Rin already thought for quite some time how he'd want to confess to you. He was thinking about writing you a letter or planning a romantic date, like a picnic in the park or a candlelit dinner.

When Rin finally does confess, he would probably do it in a very understated way. He might just come out and say it, or he might hint at it and wait for you to pick up on his feelings. Either way, he would be sincere and honest about his feelings.

If you reciprocate his feelings, Rin would be over the moon. He might not show it on the outside, but he would be very happy and grateful to have found someone who understands him.

If you don't feel the same way, Rin would be disappointed but he wouldn't hold it against you. He would probably just try to move on and distract himself with soccer.

Karasu x Reader Headcanons

Karasu is a playful and mischievous guy, so if he likes you, he'd probably try to show it in a fun and creative way. He might leave a little gift or a funny note for you, or plan a cool date to show how much he cares.

When he has a crush, Karasu would be playful and charming around you. He'd tease you in a friendly way and try to make you laugh, but he wouldn't be too aggressive or pushy. He'd want to build a connection with you first before making any big moves.

If Karasu wanted to confess his feelings, he'd probably try to make it a fun and memorable experience. He might plan a surprise or come up with a creative way to tell you, rather than just blurting it out.

In a relationship, Karasu would be attentive to your needs and wants, but he'd do it in a playful and fun way. He'd want to make sure you're happy and comfortable, and he'd do whatever he can to make that happen.

Overall, Karasu would be a super sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, but he'd also be playful and fun-loving. He'd want to make the relationship enjoyable for both him and you, and he wouldn't take things too seriously.

THANKS FOR REQUESTING ANON!! PRECIATE IT CUH💪💯🦅🏈🤝

requests are open bbg

this might be rushed because im writing this at night i just realised i have shcool tmr gnnnnnn

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hwnglx · 5 months

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enha jay real personality reading, please !

jay's real personality behind the scenes

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

5c&ju, 7sw, kingc&6sw, pagw, hang&acw, tow

+ behind closed doors, jay is an exceptionally righteous person. someone with clear moral principles, who puts a lot of importance into taking accountability for his actions. he's a guy who strongly believes in always staying just and fair, as well as doing the right thing, and taking responsibility for when he ends up messing up. he isn't the type of person who will try and cover up his mistakes, or twist things in order to shift the blame onto someone else. he believes that a respectable man, should be able to admit his wrongdoings and actively work on himself in order to make sure not to make the same mistake again.

he's a very humble person. he's always willing to improve himself, never feels like he can learn enough lessons from life. he lives his day to day while believing that every single experience of his, even if negative, can later aid him in becoming a better person. he is like a student of life. a lot of curiousity about things the world can offer him, as well as interest in finding out what he can offer this world in return.

jay is also someone immensely respectful and considerate of people's individual boundaries. he isn't a nosy person who oversteps lines or digs his nose too deep into other people's business. he respects their privacy, and always makes sure to remain polite with the people around him. he has great manners. you will rarely catch jay act out of impulse and behave without thinking about his actions beforehand. very tactful guy, on and off camera.

there is also this sense of emotional understanding in him, which makes him very mature beyond his young age. he's someone who's very receptive of people's feelings. the type of friend who, if you're going through something, would notice your sadness, quietly watch you from afar and end up asking you if you're alright once he feels like you'd be comfortable with the question. very comforting energy in him. he has this great ability of consoling you and easing your struggles, without ever making you feel uneasy, like he's getting too close to you.

behind the scenes, the enhypen member is someone who can bring a lot of inspiration and creativity into situations that might be starting to stagnate. he's a bright existence that can light up any room once he enters, someone who's great at encouraging people to be more brave and courageous in life. if the mood is down and the members are feeling kinda lethargic and lack motivation, jay is the guy who will change the mood in an instant. he has excellent ability to absorb energies, and can easily recognize when it's time for him to step up. he's definitely one of the crucial members in enhypen, who keeps the team going whenever they feel like things aren't moving anymore. almost like a second leader. he is a person who can leave tremendous impact on the people he meets. so much that you're likely to rethink your perspective on certain things, once you talk about them to jay.

3p, 4p, 7p, 5p, empr, mo, 9op&tem

- the abundance of pentacles, my god. it does make sense with his chart being so earth prominent.

jay can stick to his own opinion way too much and be overly persistent, to the extent where it can affect his ability to compromise sometimes. especially when it comes to collaborating with people, he can struggle giving in and will usually stand by his point till the very end.

i remember when jay was participating in i-land, and he kept on trying out for the main part, over and over again. he never gave up, till the very end. (i was very impressed actually) it seems like he has the same tenacious attitude off camera as well, does not enjoy the idea of giving up or "losing". although it obviously is an admirable trait in many ways, jay can sometimes take it to the extreme and insist on things that aren't really worth being so stuck on. he can still find himself struggling to understand when it's time to surrender, and take the most trivial things way too seriously sometimes.

he isn't someone who sets himself limits in regards to his own work. he will work and work and work, and seems to never be able to actually end his work in a satisfied manner. he's likely to be one of the members who stays behind after practice has finished, and goes over the same moves over and over again until he tires himself out immensely. he's a person who's very prone to driving himself into a burnout. and even then, he might still obsess over the things he didn't and couldn't do. he can turn into an obsessive and self-demanding person.. this can distort his self-image a lot and have a negative impact on his self-esteem. jay has such ridiculously high standards for himself, he rarely feels like anything he does is truly good enough, deep inside. he can be way too self-deprecating ☹

i say this a lot, and i feel like this is something many people with prominent earth placements deal with, being very work-oriented. (i see jungkook being this way a lot as well) jay has this very specific image he envisions for himself, which can easily drive him into dissatisfaction. he seems to attach a lot of his pride and self esteem to his financial security, and believes that he'll only truly feel at peace with himself, once he reaches a certain level of independence and stability.

jay's cancer 🌙 can also transform him into a person who's very nurturing, to the point where he worries over his loved ones extremely quickly, almost like a protective mother. he can get very smothering and have some control issues, in a manner that can become overbearing to some people. though this is more exclusive to people he holds extra dear (he won't be like this to everyone), jay caring so much about someone can sometimes result in him expressing that concern in this preachy or almost pushy way.

#kpop tarot #enhypen tarot #i respect this man so much wow #we love a selfaware and diligent king <3

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duskwoodraven · 12 days

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The Myers Briggs personality types of the main Duskwood cast according to me, myself, and I. This is purely my opinion on what fits them best, I also took little quotations from the 16personality website that struck me as good representations of their character, I hope it’s a nice read for you guys.💚💚💚

Jake - INTJ (Architect)

“Logical and quick-witted, INTJs pride themselves on their ability to think for themselves, not to mention their uncanny knack for seeing right through phoniness and hypocrisy. Because their minds are never at rest, these personalities may sometimes struggle to find people who can keep up with their nonstop analysis of everything around them. But when they do find like-minded individuals who appreciate their intensity and depth of thought, INTJs form profound and intellectually stimulating relationships that they deeply treasure.”

I’ve seen some theorize Jake as an INTP, but to me I feel INTP seem to be more chaotic, jumping from one thought to the next and overthinking. To me, Jake rings as more straightforward in pursuing his goal and doesn’t get distracted by every possibility or lost in his thoughts.

“They believe that, through willpower and intelligence, they can achieve even the most challenging goals. They are firm believers that taking the easy way out in any given situation prevents people from achieving greatness.”

Lilly - ENTJ (Commander)

I feel ENTJ fits Lilly best, I also like the idea that her personality is similar to her brother’s, just more extroverted. I don’t think I have any screenshots to show this but I have been struck by how she tends to talk similarly to Jake and processes information in a cool manner. She’s intelligent, resourceful, and strong willed. We can see this when she went to work on the #iamjake movement.

“If there’s anything that people with this personality type love, it’s a good challenge, big or small, and they firmly believe that, given enough time and resources, they can achieve any goal. This quality makes ENTJs brilliant entrepreneurs, and their ability to think strategically and hold a long-term focus while executing each step of their plans with determination and precision makes them powerful business leaders.”

Also she has a tendency to want to get her way, as seen during the vote and after the video upload.

“ “It’s my way or the highway” – People with the ENTJ personality type are notoriously unsupportive of ideas that distract from their primary goals and even more so of ideas based on emotional considerations. They won’t hesitate to make that fact clear to those around them.”

Cleo - ESTJ (Executive)

Cleo to me has a very determined attitude, even when she was threatened multiple times she didn’t let anything deter her from finding Hannah, it’s very respectable.

“People with the ESTJ personality type (Executives) are representatives of tradition and order, utilizing their understanding of what is right, wrong, and socially acceptable to bring families and communities together. Embracing the values of honesty and dedication, ESTJs are valued for their mentorship mindset and their ability to create and follow through on plans in a diligent and efficient manner. They will happily lead the way on difficult paths, and they won’t give up when things become stressful.”

Phil - ESTP (Entrepreneur)

It was a little tricky to pick one for Phil since we didn’t have time to chat with him much compared to the others. But I think what we do know about him fits in here.

“ESTPs’ perceptiveness isn’t used for mind games, they prefer to communicate clearly, with direct and factual questions and answers. What you see is what you get with this personality type.”

Phil always struck me as the open type, doesn’t hide what he thinks, which is was can eventually get him into trouble (the arrest…) Also ESTPs are apparently considered to be flirts which fits Phil perfectly.

“In the early stages of a relationship, individuals with the ESTP personality type embody a sense of spontaneity and excitement. They are bold in their courting attempts, rarely hesitating to flirt openly even when others are present.”

Jessy - ENFP (Campaigner)

Jessy was easy to pick, she embodies the ENFP perfectly in my opinion. She’s just a really sweet person in the game and cares about her friends very much 💚

“ENFPs may live for deep, meaningful conversations, but they can also be spontaneous and lighthearted. These personalities know how to find fun and joy in the present moment – and few things give them more pleasure than sharing their joy with others. All of these strengths come together to form a person who is warmhearted and approachable, with an altruistic spirit and a friendly disposition. ENFPs strive to get along with pretty much everyone, and their circles of acquaintances and friends often stretch far and wide.”

Dan - ISTP (Virtuoso)

I wasn’t sure about Dan until I read this excerpt,

“One of the biggest issues that they are likely to face is that, because they often act out of haste, they might rub people the wrong way sometimes. ISTPs are not the type to sugarcoat their opinions or feelings. They tend to have a very straightforward communication style that is often misinterpreted as bluntness or a lack of sensitivity, but it is simply the way these genuine souls operate. ISTP personalities have no time for people-pleasing or unnecessary social niceties. With them, there is little need to question their motives.”

Dan is one of the most blunt characters in Duskwood, willing to call out the obvious when no one else will. You can’t be a hypocrite or avoid owning up to your own actions around him.

Richy - ESFJ (Consul)

I was curious which personality would be the backbone of a strange character like Richy, but I think ESFJ fits the bill. In the group, Richy loved to be the middleman, making sure to not make anyone upset with him. He cares about being liked and cares what people think of him which may be why he tried so hard to keep everything a secret.

“People with the ESFJ personality type are altruists. They take seriously their responsibility to give back, serve others, and do the right thing. And they believe that there is a clear right thing to do in nearly every situation. While some personality types adopt a more lenient, live-and-let-live attitude, ESFJs may find it difficult to not judge when someone takes a path that strikes them as misguided. As a result, they often struggle to accept it when someone – particularly someone they care about – disagrees with them or chooses to walk a path that they do not understand.”

Hannah “disagreed with him” and Richy couldn’t accept that.

“For many people with the ESFJ personality type, one of life’s greatest challenges is accepting that they can’t control anyone else’s thoughts or behavior – not even those who are nearest and dearest to them.”

Thomas - INFP (Mediator)

This was a weird observation for me since I am also an INFP… but I think nothing else fits Thomas better, he’s a sensitive guy and a bit self isolating, but he’ll still do what he can to help those he cares about.

“Idealistic and empathetic, people with the INFP personality type long for deep, soulful relationships, and they feel called to help others. Due to the fast-paced and competitive nature of our society, they may sometimes feel lonely or invisible, adrift in a world that doesn’t seem to appreciate the traits that make them unique. Yet it is precisely because INFPs brim with such rich sensitivity and profound creativity that they possess the unique potential to connect deeply and initiate positive change.”

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So with all that being said, what do you guys think? What are your personality types? Do you match with any of these? I’d love to hear about it 🤗

#mbti personality types #mbti #16 personalities #myers briggs #duskwood #duskwood characters #my opinion #duskwood everbyte #duskwood thoughts #good wishes little detectives

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cburambles · 2 months

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Lil' analysis of the Rufus/ Elena scene crumbs in Rebirth

I'm doing this for fun but organize my thoughts and keep tracks of things I've noticed about them while also giving some food for thoughts if there's people interested in that ship.

Here's i'm gonna analyze the scenes.

I will later write about design & symbolism , their arcs, their personnalities, relationship & how they perceive each other ,what Rebirth add to the rest of the compilation as well what road can we can potentially expect for the story of Rufus & the Turks in part 3 in general.

The Mythril Mines scene:

Here, we get get a great way to establish her character. Elena is the one who is curious and asks questions while the others try to not think about their orders much. As someone new, she also has an unique POV as the mysteries unfold in front of her.

It's also a great way to show that her superiors don't tell her everything, which may cause problem in the future as Elena is a self-righteous & rather independant person who sometime disobey orders.

They also did a great job showcasing her ruthless side & also sublty hint what drives her.

The helicopter scene en-route for the Gold Saucer with Palmer:

Here, Elena is shown being not scared to use Rufus' authority to shut up a member of the Board. Despite the space program being shut down, we still have to remember that Elena is a new employee & that Palmer is her senior by decades & used to be a friend of Rufus' father. Despite the hierarchical difference, Elena's is pretty assertive for a new employee & doesn't hesitate to borrow Rufus' authority to have Palmer stop complaining & contesting Rufus' decision to send him there in a sassy manner.

The Gongaga proto-relic sidequest:

After you're done with one of the Gongaga VR mission in the Turks facility, Elena is shown without hesitation ushering Rufus & him acknowledging her. We see that she's not scared of him & both of seem to have a respectful & cordial relationship.

I noted the interesting composition of the shot tho.

First, they didn't have to animate this. They could just had have Rufus says his line about the player performance & then leave. But they still wanted to showcase that little moment between the two of them for some reason.

Second, the way the camera zoom-in on them while putting Rude on the foreground but almost push him out of the frame as he's watching them, as if the devs really want you to pay attention to that interaction.

Third, Elena is the rookie. Thus the one who should address Rufus directly should be her seniors. However, Rufus & Elena address each other directly, with the latter talking to him confidently.

This also happens right after we see Rufus complaining about Tseng wanting to assign him bodyguards & saying he didn't need any so you would expect he would be annoyed that the babiest Turk would try to usher him away or have him ignore her. We saw how he can get with Heidegger in Remake not calling him "Mr.President". But he doesn't.

Fourth, it's clear here there was a whole switcheroos between roles due to Reno's jpn VA passing away.

In this mission, Rude & Elena address you as if you were Reno (Rude call you partner & Elena reffer to you as "senpaï" .

Reno however, already has a lot of experiences after all this years working for the Turks. My guess is that originally, those VR missions were destined to Elena.

It makes more sense, to prepare her to what the Turks' life is. VR Rufus is also already president too. If you do well during that mission, Rufus is willing to offer you whatever you want. Would that mean he made such proposition to Elena at one point? (is this how she got her pink gun which has strangely a white belt on & black buttons & is studed with diamonds?)

The flight to the Gold Saucer with Rufus:

During that scene, we're shown that Elena is curious & independant, making her a great intelligence officer material. The second she learns about the Promised Land, she decide to study the subject in the hopes to understand it better & the significance for Shinra. She then admit that it was actually a good idea to let Aerith run around so they can follow her.

It immediately switch from her to Darkstar waking up & curiously looking at Rufus. People who played the game in english however may have missed out an interesting audio detail: In the japanese dub, you can understand the reason why Darkstar woke up as you can hear Rufus do his signature (satisfied) "hmph" and him chuckling to himself while looking at window. It's even more audible in the french version as well.

D waking up & looking at Rufus curiously make it feel like it's an unusual occurence. Maybe he's just thinking about something & laugh to himself but it's also likely the game is implying Rufus was silently listening to her.

It's interesting because he is rarely framed that way. Most of the time he's the center of the room & the conversation, leading it. He addresses his employees & doesn't give more info than what's necessary. Even with Tseng, he often has his back to him & only turn around when he needs to make a point or when something intrigue him.

Added to that, letting Aerith go to follow her was Rufus' plan. Elena basically indirectly complimented him, which could be the reason why he's chuckling to himself. We never got to see him reacting this way to someone until now. For comparison, Heidegger compliment him when he decide to fire Sister Ray during chapter 4 & he didn't get any reaction from Rufus. But he's seemingly happy to get Elena's approval?

The chapter 12 tussle & rumble with Elena, Rude & Rufus.

For a start, we have to talk about how stupid this plan is as the Turks & Rufus could have just stolen the keystone, either by using Rufus'authority or burglarize the place while Dio & Avalanche were looking away. Rufus didn't also have to be there. Shinra is on the brink of a war but he instead decide to go on a trip ( it probably took a least 1 or 2 days for them to go from Midgar & reach the GS) I may have my speculations on why he's acting this way tho.

Rude, Elena & Rufus have beef with Avalanche so we can assume they went with that plan to settle their grudge by beating the shit of each other. However, the plan at first seemed to be for only Rude & Elena to fight, not Rufus. During the battle, you can hear Rufus calling Dio. It's a scripted event that only happen when you stagger Rude or Elena during the second phase of the combat (and there's chances it is Elena due to her weaker constitution). Did Rufus get protective of the Turks, which is what pushed him to suddenly participate?

Then there's the scene where he appears in the arena. While the duel between Cloud & Rufus is the main event, it's interesting to note we just have a quick zoom out on Cloud's face to show his reaction while it lingers more on the Turks & in particular Elena. There's a quick scene where Tseng calm down an excited & likely worried for his master, D. Then it switch to Elena asking what he's doing. Rufus notice her as his head turns toward her.

Elena is the most on focus while Rude in the background is blurred.

And we get this kind of smile from Rufus who's still looking at her while waving to the public. He looks softer than usual.

Then his face immediately switch to this when he turns to Cloud.

He answering her by making a show of himself. And then it's switch again to an annoyed & worried Elena. Once again, she's the point of focus while Rude is blurred.

Rufus then tell them to go join Tseng. And here we can see that he's addressing Elena (when he should address Rude) directly as his eyes are turned toward her & then turns back to Cloud while Elena can't help herself but emit a defeated sigh.

Here we're seeing that she stays herself around Rufus, trying to contest his decisions & everything. Not scared of him & not scared to show her annoyance at her boss' dumbass behavior.

Added to that, Cloud is seen asking the two party members who fought with him until now to leave him for that 1 on 1 fight. One of these two party members always turns out to be one of his love interests.

Once again, we're shown he actually pays attention to Elena, thought Rebirth is actually not the only time this happens. That whole exchange remind me of that moment between Reno & Rude in TKAA:

Which could explain as well Rude's reaction to Cloud being like "oh, poor you!" when Rufus is revealed to be alive in Advent Children. The game weigh even more on the idea that Rufus is emotionnally immature and insecure. Like Evan.

And Rufus' attitude is pretty Evan like in the way he takes risks while Elena is often compared to Kyrie by the fandom. Elena & Kyrie are fierce, morally ambiguous women who cause trouble to their group but also can be shown to be level-headed at times. Kyrie also chide & tries to confront Evan about his reckless side. Both of them could almost be considered as darker versions of these two characters. If the brothers have similar tastes in term of potential partners, well…

I think it's also interesting to note that Rufus is far more pissed about losing than during the first duel in Remake, added with Cloud poking at his insecurities.

The departure to the temple of the ancients:

This is a really interesting scene as it's a great way to show the group dynamic & Elena's potential importance after the company's crumble post- Meteorfall. Here, Elena is shown openly critisizing Rufus' decision to send them & a nice chunk of the army to the Temple of the Ancients, knowing the risks.

Rude, Reno & Tseng are shown being fine going along with whatever orders Rufus give them while Elena has her doubts & interrogations and rightfully so. Sending so many people there is a reckless move & she ended up being proven right. ( I could go on a tangent on how Elena could be a great partner to him due to the way she questions things. There's a difference between loyalty & sycophanty. And from the first scene with the Board or even Sister ray, what he needs is loyal people with enough backbone to challenge & give him the right advices. Which is what Elena represents)

However this were my beef with the english localization is coming in & how people who rely on it may have missed some nuances to the whole exchange:

In the eng version, she goes on how Rufus accompagnying the expedition is a bad idea but on brand with his character.

However in the jpn & french localization when Rude tells her Rufus is coming with them, Elena ask what he means & Reno says it's expected of him/it's not surprising. Elena says it's dangerous but that also that she doesn't dislike Rufus' decision to come with them, which is peak tsundere attitude.

While I think her eng VA did a great job overall, the direction also constantly make her sounds aggressive, even during moments when she's not.

So yeah the first version is just a statement on Rufus' behavior.

The second version give nuance on how Elena perceive Rufus. Yes, it's dangerous for him to do that but it also help her settle down a bit. She likes the fact he is participating in this.

It's also a great way to show why he has so much sway with the Turks, as Reno, Rude & Elena enjoy some of thrills that come with the job and Rufus is the same.

The compilation always frustrated me with the way their relationship has interesting tidbits but was often glossed over. I was surprised with the way Rebirth depicted these two as I considered myself lucky if we actually got them together in the same frame but we instead got a few interactions & them reacting to each other in a way that is pretty informative about their own characters but also how their dynamic would work.

It's pretty close of the interpretation I had always had for Ruiri/Rulena/Rufena: the type of ship that belong in the power couple category, similar opposites who challenge each other in a way that support them due to their strong personnalities & position while navigating thru their professional & personnal life with a fun dynamic to boot.

#cb's rambling #rufus shinra #elena ff7 #elena #elena of the turks #ff7 rebirth #ff7 rebirth spoilers #ff7r spoilers #ruiri #rufena #rulena

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loosesodamarble · 1 year

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The Future Silva Family Part 3

The next members of House Silva's next generation are the children of Solid and his wife Holly Whitmore (who I will describe alongside the children).

Their children are Eirlys and Ferro.

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Holly Whitmore

Solid's wife via an arranged marriage that became a romance.

Her name comes from the holly plant.

Age (at the beginning of the series): 20 (she's two years older than Solid)

Birthday: June 29

Magic Attribute: Snow.

Appearance: pure white hair like freshly fallen snow. It's quite long, reaching past her hips, but she normally keeps it all tucked up in a bun. Her eyes are indigo colored (curse you picrew limitations).

Personality: Holly is quiet and a bit closed off but cordial first and foremost. She's very slow to anger as well; she can be upset but it takes a while for her negativity to build to a point where she can't hold it back. She's polite, mostly for appearance's sake as taught to her by her family, but she genuinely respects kind people, those who instinctively smile at others. She hides her own warmth as her family called it "weakness" in the cutthroat world of nobles and politics. Her kindness mainly shows in the way she's willing to let people have any many second chances as they need to improve. People are always changing after all. She encourages people to try and to be honest with their efforts.

She agreed to marry Solid to get away from her family who openly saw her as a pawn for their own political gain. (Yes she was giving them what they wanted but at least she’d be living in House Silva and not House Whitmore.)

At first, Holly and Solid were awkward. Holly only really spent time with Solid when necessary (like a formal gala as his partner). And when Solid opened his mouth and said dumb things, Holly walked away. Solid, meanwhile, was pretty ambivalent to Holly. He thought she was just like the rest of her family, marrying him for status alone.

Solid eventually confronted Holly about her avoiding him and she told him “Neither of us actually want this marriage so let’s spare ourselves and minimize our contact.” It became clear that Holly wasn’t a gold digger but it was also clear she lacked interest in her future husband. A very annoyed Solid talked to his siblings about it and they all agreed that he had to try and make the marriage worthwhile. Cue Solid making very clumsy attempts to court Holly. He is smart and gets her flowers as his first gift as she’s very often in the garden (with Nozel and Helia). Solid messed up more often then not but the attempts in and of themselves warmed Holly’s heart. Solid found himself falling for Holly as she took a chance and opened up to him, showing a hidden warmth she hid because of her cold upbringing.

The marriage ended up being a happy one.

She likes flowers, particularly hollies (her namesake) and snowdrop flowers. She gets along with Helia as a result of this.

Eirlys Silva

Her name is Welsh for the snowdrop flower. Holly picked out the name since the snowdrop is her favorite flower.

Age: 13

Birthday: June 29

Magic Attribute: Snow.

Appearance: Silver hair like her father which she styles into pigtails and ties with ribbons. Her eyes are indigo like her mother's (again, limitations of picrew).

Personality: Eirlys is a quiet girl and peaceful girl, like Holly, but a little more willing to socialize. Although by "socialize," Eirlys usually means reading a book or working through a puzzle book while sitting with other people. Eirlys knows how to converse but she just likes the presence of people around her. She has trouble standing out compared to her cousins. Skylar's intelligence, Fleur's strength, Filomina's cuteness, etc. Her cousins all stand out in some way. Even Ferro is known for his boldness. However she is at least considered the pinnacle of a noble lady with how well-mannered she is. What she thinks of that judgement of her… She would nod and say "I'm glad people think well of me," making all her cousins look at each others and thinking "is she shading us?" She's got a "go with the flow" sort of attitude which, unfortunately, makes her passive at times. She does have likes (she has her own personal library and has completed so many activity books) but she has yet to have something truly light a fire under her.

Despite how chaotic they are, Eirlys gets along with everyone in House Silva (aunts, uncles, and cousins). Her favorite cousin is Aimee though with Elana as a very close second.

Eirlys doesn't have any interest in being a Magic Knight. She becomes an author instead with her primary genre being mystery novels with a dabble of historical fiction.

Ferro Silva

His name is Latin for "iron." Solid gave him the name because he wanted his son to be as strong and resilient as the metal. It's also to honor Acier's metal-based magic.

Age: 9

Birthday: November 18

Magic Attribute: Ice.

Appearance: Pure white hair like his mother's which is always kept short. His parents try to make sure his hair is neatly combed but he always finds a way to get it messed up. His eyes are purple, which isn't an exact match for either parent but it runs in the Silva family.

Personality: Ferro is a courageous and bold little guy. He's not easily deterred from a challenge and has a fascination with danger. Though thankfully he tends to only observe danger rather than participate in it… Tends to… Ferro is also quite honest with his thoughts, to his parents' embarrassment. Boldness + honesty means a lot of angry nobles when a little kid points out how they're definitely only being nice to his parents to get in their good graces. Ferro's strong attitude also comes across in his temper; short and explosive.

Ferro's got a rivalry complex with Naru and strongly dislikes Alfred and Jesse. He's got a great fondness for Elana who teaches him fun words to make adults mad, like "hauteur" and "impertinent." He likes saying those words to people who bother his parents. He's met Clara and would like to be friends with her but she isn't all that interested in a friendship.

Ferro would become a Silver Eagle like his father before him.

#black clover #solid silva #black clover oc #holly whitmore #next gen ocs #eirlys silva #ferro silva #hollid #soda's ocs

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grimm-rider · 1 year

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Entry 11

We talked to Snezhinka—who we now know as Illivor Karanasi. She told us that after the events in the Veil of Frozen Tears she very much did die as the records showed. But then someone reincarnated her. She claimed not to know who—and we took her at her word at the time. Something perhaps we should be careful about doing going forward.

Illivor promised she was no longer working for the Winter Witches, and it wasn’t a plot by Queen Elvana that brought her back. Her only wish in her new life was to assist her niece—that is, Edeya.

We filled Edeya in on what she’d missed—on meeting Baba Yaga, my navigating talking to her and saving Ratibor and Jadrenka in the process (she was just the right amount of both impressed and horrified, I knew I could count on Edeya), the Hut rearranging itself into a giant garden, meeting a Treant we needed to heal, and resurrecting the familiar of a former queen of Irrisen.

Once she was up to speed, we asked her about the reflection she’d been talking to. She told us that was her sister—in a manner of speaking. She hadn’t had a sister when she’d left—certainly not one the same age as her, with the same name. But this other Edeya Karanasi—who our Edeya said was a total bitch—referred to her as her sister, and Edeya seemed to see some level of merit in it. I suggested she was a doppelgänger, like the one we’d seen in the Ivory Tower, while Aenland suggested an alternate timeline Edeya. I can’t imagine Edeya in any other timeline acting like that woman, treating our group the way she did, but I didn’t contradict Aenland. There was also no concrete proof he was wrong other than my feeling that Edeya wouldn’t act like that—and I wasn’t about to be the one to start arguing out of feelings.

After Edeya healed Nestian up from his ‘gardening’, we ventured back out to continue looking for the exit to the Hut.

As we walked, Aenland and I had a bit of a…I wouldn’t call it a heart-to-heart, necessarily. But he did apologize for being such a prat, and seemed like he was genuinely going to try to be more respectful of others and consider what he says more carefully. That being said, I am giving him another chance to be in my good graces. His quirks aren’t what are so grating about him, so long as he’s willing to not be such a rude prick, he can be a weird sleep paralysis demon in a flying cauldron all he wants. Maybe he can even be amusing sometimes.

We caught up to the others (unwillingly scooped into the cauldron), and not long after we found ourselves at a hut within the Hut.

Because historically huts within the Dancing Hut have treated us so kindly.

Outside were four Moon Flowers, which we ‘gardened’ away efficiently. I got a little help from Illivor. See, apparently now that she’s a fairy dragon she can deliver my touch spells for me, not just Edeya’s spells. So I gave her a Slay Living and let her go to town.

I liked her as a murderous little fox, but I’ve gotta say I really like Illivor now that she can slaughter my enemies for me. We make a good team. Yeah, she’s Edeya’s familiar. But still. She seems to like getting to use the deadly spells that Edeya appears to have decided not to take herself.

Edeya’s really changed things up a bit. She can change her spells into healing spells, like clerics do. The marks on her arms are a new color. They used to be pale, I assume blue like Greta’s eyes since they’re both ice themed. Now they’re a brighter color—red or green maybe. She uses a lot of support spells and not a lot of ice spells. Also she has lesser restoration now so I was free to drop that spell myself to tool out another spell I’d been working on.

After we cleared out the Moon Flowers, Nestian went straight up to the door of the hut…and knocked. Because of course he did.

The door opened and a nightmare creature leapt out, biting him.

This is what happens when we knock. And yet still we keep doing it.

The creature was a Denizen of Leng, a creature from the realm of dreams, covered in strips of cloth and ragged clothes, it attacked with jagged claws and yellowed fangs. Behind them a strange blobby creature also from Leng floated, casting spells at us. Aenland took care of it himself, shooting arrows at it to interrupt its first casting, and then deflating it after it tried to blast us with a Confusion spell.

Levi actually killed one of the Denizens, biting through its strange alien organs. I did in the other, using its unusual internal structure against it to spear its organs on its own bones with Boneshaker.

The room fell silent. We began looking around, and found an enormous ruby. Edeya identified it as having a spell on it that was trapping a soul within it—much like the Guardian Doll, except this had an entire creature trapped within. We determined we ought to smash it and free whoever was within.

Within was an alien being—a plane hopping merchant named Zilvazararat. He thanked us profusely for saving him, gave us an ebony bird statue that could be used to contact him—or others—on other planes of existence, and allow for immediate travel to whatever place we were at, and then offered to sell us his wares. I don’t feel like he was giving us much of a ‘saving me from eternal entrapment’ discount, but there also wasn’t much of anything I wanted so I didn’t have anything to say about it. Maybe if he’d had a Ring of Fire Resistance…

Anyways, we shopped, then he left, not wanting to hang around Baba Yaga’s hut uninvited any longer than he had to. It seemed he and she had some kind of history.

Afterwards we made our way upstairs.

When we entered three spectral ravens began flying about. They chanted in unison:

Baba Yaga has gone on

Off to see her only son

But a trail she left behind

If the breadcrumbs you can find

Then the ravens began piling objects at our feet. A stuffed two headed eagle, an iron spur and drinking horn, an elephant tusk and small hand mirror, and a bearskin rug.

When they finished they began flying and chanting again, but as they did a new voice spoke. This one was a man speaking in a language we’d only heard once before—deep in the dancing hut, in visions of Baba Yaga’s past as Yanca. I had tongues on from speaking to Dawnbark still, so I understood what was said this time. He asked why the ravens were activated, then asked if it was ‘Elvie’. When we didn’t immediately reply, he cursed and went silent.

So that was interesting. Just who was that, speaking in a language that doesn’t exist on Golarian, but which was used in Baba Yaga’s past?

I get a bad feeling I know who ‘Elvie’ is. And I’m more than a little terrified of anyone who can refer to Queen Elvana by a pet name and get away with it.

But we didn’t hear from the mystery man again, and the Geass tugged at us, telling us that the exit was just beyond the next door.

We decided before we left to see what was beyond, we had some things to take care of first.

Also my curiosity got the better of me, and I started examining a strange bowl of eggs in the center of the room. Because why was there just a bowl of eggs there? It seemed important.

Then while I was examining the eggs, my mind suddenly was pulled from my body and I had a view from outside the Dancing Hut, and for a moment I had total control of the Hut itself.

It only lasted a moment, then I was shunted back into my own body. But now I know how to control the Dancing Hut itself, should we ever have need of it. And we’ve seen how powerful the Hut is.

After I shook everyone around a little moving the Hut forward that one time, we left the hut within the Hut, and returned to Dawnbark, as we’d decided we should heal and release the Treant before leaving.

Unfortunately, Edeya felt I was somehow better suited for using the Heal scroll than her, despite her new propensity for positive energy. So I was stuck doing the healing.

Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against healing someone in theory. It was just really uncomfortable to use positive energy. If negative energy feels like immersing myself in a comfortably cold bath, using positive energy felt like placing my hands too close to a fire. It didn’t injure me, but it sure didn’t feel good either.

Afterwards Edeya teleported Dawnbark out of the Hut with Planeshift. We felt that she would be happy where she ended up—courtesy of the Geass.

With that done, we discussed our next move. We decided that we’d used enough of our resources exploring the Hut’s new layout to warrant a rest before we headed out into whatever awaited outside. Darkness and snow, mostly, from what I saw when I had my little out of body experience.

We went our separate ways to our rooms. I finally finished that dense tome of leadership. And I did some meditating and praying now that we were back in a timeline where Norgorber exists again.

It seems like following through with my intention to kill Nazhena pleased him, because I found two vials of nightshade nearby after I finished. I’m not quite sure what I’m going to use them for yet—I’m not exactly practiced in poisoning weapons, even if I used weapons. But I’m used I can find a use for it. If nothing else, if I do his obedience again, now I have poison to use if I end up needing to do that part of it.

I offered prayers to Urgathoa as well, but I didn’t have anything so personal to give the Pallid Princess, and received no response. That’s fine. No response is better than mysterious threats. No response is what most people get from the gods.

Afterwards I rested, and the next day we all headed out to see where the Dancing Hut had brought us this time.

We found ourselves in the middle of a dim snowing field. After looking around, Nestian noticed something in the sky. An unusually large star—only, he realized, it wasn’t just any star. It was our sun. We aren’t on Golarian anymore. The Dancing Hut had taken us to an entirely different planet. We soon learned it was Triaxus, the seventh planet from the sun—and rumored to be inhabited by dragons. Those rumors are very true.

We walked through the snowy wasteland, with only the feeling of the Geass tugging us forward to guide us through the otherwise featureless field of white.

Then Aenland and Nestian stopped us. They had both spotted something approaching us in the distance. A large draconic feature with two riders, flying in our direction. Nestian identified the draconic figure as a Dragonkin—a cousin of true dragons that are an intelligent race, but who also form an unbreakable bond with a single rider for life. So it was a bit strange that this one was carrying two passengers.

We decided to approach them peacefully. Edeya cast Tongues on all of us with the wand I’d handed off to her, since I could cast the spell on myself as I pleased now. Then we awaited their arrival. A moment later, they landed before us.

One of the two riders, a man covered head to toe in armor, his face masked by a helmet, made a show of disarming himself before approaching. The other, a very attractive woman with feline-esc features wearing close fitting purple armor in a unique style, did not bother disarming, but approached anyways with obvious confidence I can admire.

The man introduced himself as Bescaylie, and his draconic companion introduced himself as Efrixes. The woman was Cesseer. Aenland suddenly got twitchy and jumped back into his cauldron, then began messaging me on the Stone of Farspeech in a none-too-subtle way. I couldn’t exactly answer unnoticed (I mean I could have answered telepathically but then I’d look like I was staring blankly into thin air for no reason and first impressions and all that). Thankfully Bescaylie gave me a good out, asking if our companion was injured. I replied that I should go check on him, apologized for the delay in our talks, and went over to the cauldron. Aenland chastised me for not talking to him from afar like he’d wanted, but I pointed out exactly as I said above and asked what had gotten into him.

Apparently Cesseer was giving me a look like she knew me. And it wasn’t a ‘I’m happy to see you’ look. More of a ‘I’m pissed that you’re here but have to be diplomatic about it’ kind of look.

So I guess in the last year I managed to end up on another planet while being one of Baba Yaga’s riders, and in the process slept with and subsequently spurned this Cesseer woman. Because past me apparently didn’t know how to not cause problems for current-me. Although I can see why I’d want to get with her. She’s hot and she can kick Nestian’s ass in a one-on-one fight, so she’s pretty damn strong.

Anyways, with Aenland’s warning in mind, we returned to the others. Now that I was aware of it, I could see that Cesseer was giving me wary and unhappy looks.

Bescaylie asked if we were here at the behest of someone called the Lord of Howling Storms. We told him honestly that we had no idea who that was, nor were we in any way associated with him.

Cesseer chimed in that the Lord of Howling Storms was the one most likely to make use of off worlders, and that off worlders couldn’t necessarily be trusted. She definitely glared daggers at me when she said that, not even being subtle.

She suggested that if we were to prove our intentions, we should agree to have one of us fight her—a Battleflower—in one-on-one hand-to-hand combat, as was their tradition. Before any of us could say anything, Nestian raised his hand to volunteer. Aenland tried to argue, but Nestian persisted. Cesseer seemed to like this. She said that one of us agreeing to take the challenge was enough to convince her that we weren’t with the Lord of Howling Storms. But she was still going to hold Nestian to the challenge.

The two of them faced off, bear claws and fangs against lightning fast punches and kicks. You would think a bear would win against an unarmed combatant. But Cesseer proved that assumption wrong. Although Nestian managed to get a nasty bite in on her, she knocked him around until he finally had to surrender. Still, she seemed impressed with him. After this, it seemed like she was warming up to everyone in the group who wasn’t me.

We travelled together, Bescaylie riding on Efrixes while Cesseer walked with us. Before we headed off, Cesseer warned us that she was technically speaking a spy for the Lord of Howling Storms—she was his consort apparently. And so we needed to be careful about what we told her, because she was technically beholden to tell him whatever she learned.

As we travelled we talked some more. Bescaylie told us about Dragonkin. The rider and Dragonkin have a telepathic connection that they forge, and they’re partners and equals. He asked if any of us were riders.

I refrained from joking that all of us were riders.

Aenland mentioned that he knew how to ride horses, which got him a number of odd looks. Apparently horses are cattle on Triaxus, good for food not riding.

I mentioned offhandedly that I had been interested in learning to ride. I’d been imagining a large skeletal dragon when I’d been thinking about riding a mount, to be quite honest. I thought it would cut a rather intimidating figure, a black rider on a dragon of death. But Bescaylie said that they had some Dragonkin who aren’t currently bonded to any riders, and offered some training to any of us who might be interested if we decide to help them against the Lord of Howling Storms. And I have to say I’m not exactly opposed to the idea of an actual living draconic mount.

As we walked we also learned a bit more about Cesseer’s profession, Battleflowers. Or Ukara. They’re warriors, entertainers, and diplomats. Diplomats in a very…sensual meaning of the word, from what I gathered. And from the pointed look she gave me when she was explaining. She also had some very pointed words about people claiming they love you can then running off, so I’m getting a pretty clear picture of what happened here.

I just had to go and piss off a woman who could punch through my face, didn’t I? I suppose I thought I was never going to be coming back to Triaxus. Great job with that, me.

Anyways as we were talking, Aenland stopped us just in time before a bunch of frost drakes tried to ambush us.

Edeya killed one drake instantly with a new version of her phantasmal killer spell that draws on a person’s regrets instead of their fears. Somehow that feels worse to me. Maybe because I have a better idea what I’m afraid of than what I regret and the idea of being faced with it is in and of itself pretty scary. But I don’t plan on ever fighting Edeya so it doesn’t matter.

Two drakes hit us with their ice breath weapons, which was pretty nasty. Edeya was complaining about actually being able to feel the cold now that she isn’t a Winter Witch anymore. Which, you know, fair, that probably feels pretty weird to suddenly go from the cold not affecting you to feeling it like everyone else. Doesn’t mean I didn’t poke fun at her for complaining about being like everyone else, though.

Aenland made pincushions out of the third drake, killing it instantly, as he does. Nestian struck one of the two that had shot ice at us, while Greta and Levi went after the other. I finished off the one Nestian softened up with a simple Boneshaker. He wasn’t worth stronger magic this early in our travels. Knowing how much farther we had to travel in thee icy wastes, I suspected I might need the heavy hitters later.

How right I was.

The last remaining drake dashed past Greta, and she took a slice out of it with her axe as it did. It slammed into Nestian, going after the biggest thing on the battlefield in a territorial rage like the nasty brute it was. It didn’t get a chance to do much else, as Aenland finished it off with two arrows straight through the skull, showing off his hunting skills with a clean kill.

Afterwards Bescaylie seemed incredibly impressed with us, talking about how he had been planning to ask us to help the Dragon Legion, but now he was practically begging us to help against the Lord of the Howling Storm after seeing our prowess in a fight. Cesseer chimed in that she was obligated to make us a counter offer—we would be passing by a Drakelander encampment, it would be entirely possible for us to slip away and join the Lord of the Howling Storms instead. He could pay handsomely and likely provide what we were seeking.

So it was a choice between protecting the fortress or helping the big white dragon tyrant trying to crush them and take their land. It was hardly a choice, knowing Aenland and Nestian. And also I kind of still wanted to take Bescaylie up on his offer to learn to ride a Dragonkin, which I wasn’t getting from the Drakelanders, and also slaying another white dragon would be way more impressive than working for a dragon killing a bunch of people as its minions. Also Edeya said she’d rather help these people too—and she rarely voices a particular opinion one way or another, so it meant something to have her take a side.

Anyways, we didn’t officially make a choice until later, but yeah we obviously decided to help the Dragon Legion.

We kept travelling, until we were making our way through a canyon. Aenland stopped us again, and pointed out that four Daemons were crawling down the sides of the canyon. We could have waited it out for them to pass, but there was always the risk they could see us. We surmised that they were summoned here, so I suggested I could Dismiss one of them and put the odds in our favor to fight the other three. The others agreed to this plan.

I cast the Dismissal, and it went off without a hitch, the nearest Daemon vanishing instantly back to its masters in Abbadon. The other three immediately saw where the spellcasting had come from, and went on the offensive.

Aenland acted quickly and shot one full of holes, downing it immediately, as he does. Greta charged one, getting a good slice in with her axe, followed by Levi to…less effective results. Nestian charged the other with his own axe.

Both Daemons shot electricity at their respective targets. Nestian dodged completely with a swiftness you wouldn’t expect from a big bear, but Levi and Greta took the full force of the lightning from the other one’s gaping maw.

I decided I wasn’t playing around with that, if they were going to shoot lightning at Greta and Levi they were going to pay dearly. I approached and unleashed hell on them in the form of a Mass Inflict, hitting both of the Daemons and myself for good measure. Because why not, it’s free healing for me. The one that attacked Greta and Levi was torn apart by the dark maelstrom that flowed from my fingertips. The other was left barely standing—and easy target for Aenland to pick off.

Cesseer approached me after the fight. She was openly impressed as she commented that she hadn’t known I could do something like that. I told her I’d picked up some tricks. She said we should talk later.

I wouldn’t say things are okay between us, but I think she’s warmed back up to me a little.

We continued travelling together, until we were almost to the fortress.

That’s where things almost went bad.

We were attacked by two Drakelander spellcasters on their own Dragonkin.

The first sorcerer shot a cone of cold at us, immediately followed with a quickened spell. It was the first time I’d ever seen a spell quickened—and I immediately knew this fight was going to be a nasty one.

Then his dragonkin landed and hit us with his fire breath weapon. Including Greta. I cursed myself for not having had enough money to get that ring for her before now.

Aenland flew over us in his cauldron and began shooting the sorcerer, but unlike the last few fights this didn’t immediately end the man’s life. Levi tried to bite the sorcerer now that he was on the ground, but he didn’t have much luck against someone who knew how to fight dragons—even the less than living kind.

Greta had better luck with her axe.

The other Drakelander hit us with his own Cone of Cold, and his Dragonkin followed suit landing and breathing fire. Apparently they have a pattern. Levi was destroyed. For now. Nestian charged the dragon and hit the rider with his axe. I stepped in and unleashed another Mass Inflict—it turns out that’s a really useful little trick. It killed one of the dragonkin, and when his body fell decaying to the ground the rider was knocked to the ground at Greta’s feet.

Aenland slayed the other dragonkin, making him a pincushion. This time the rider landed on his feet—a mistake that made him an easy target for the rest of Aenland’s arrows.

The sorcerer stumbled away and had his revenge when he shot a fireball into the middle of our group. Aenland must have been taking a ton of damage between the fire breaths and the cones of cold, because this last fireball knocked him from the sky, unconscious.

Edeya ran over to heal Aenland. I had other priorities. I made my way over to the sorcerer, intent to make sure that mistake was his last. I sent a full powered Slay Living through him, very effectively killing him.

If anyone asks, it’s because the fireball hit Greta as well.

Greta finished things with the other rider on the ground after he tried foolishly to shoot a disintegrate at her and failed to focus on the spell when she kicked snow in his face and laughed at him. Honestly despite all the fire I think she seemed like she was doing fine.

These enemies were dead, but that wasn’t the end of it. An entire assault was on its way. We ran for the gates of the fortress. Bescaylie yelled a passphrase up to the guards, and they let us in. Then they made to face the assault head-on while we went inside to recuperate.

They had a room for us, and baths, and a break room where we could get food. It was about as nice as we could get. Definitely an upgrade from dungeon crawling in Artrosa. Cesseer told us where her room was as well.

So…I should probably go talk to her at some point…

Yeah.

Before that I took a bath and we all went to have a meal in the break room. Cesseer was preforming on stage, and there were Triaxians and Dragonkin sitting together having meals and drinks.

There was also one person who wasn’t a Triaxian or a Dragonkin, or us.

A familiar Sylph—Jairess.

Nestian went straight over to her and tapped her on the shoulder—as straightforward as ever.

I didn’t hear the entire conversation, but it sounded like a lot of Jairess accusing Nestian of stuff and Nestian denying it and reiterating that he didn’t remember or know anything and Jairess claiming that was impossible.

Jairess challenged Nestian to hand-to-hand combat, and for the second time that day Nestian accepted—on the condition that Jairess let Edeya heal him first since he was still injured from the battles getting to the fortress.

Nestian healed, made Aenland and Edeya agree not to interfere—he didn’t bother telling me not to, I suppose he knew I understood he wouldn’t want me to interfere so I wouldn’t. Or maybe he just thought I wouldn’t be bothered to help him.

Regardless, he entered the ring with Jairess, and the rest of us watched. Jairess used some sort of spell to make her hands into wooden gauntlets—which was apparently allowed and not considered a weapon. Nestian fought with tooth and again, and Jairess fought with her fists—at first.

When things started looking bad for her, she cast a powerful negative energy spell. One I don’t know, but it looked nasty. Apparently this was allowed. I like this planet. A lot.

Only something went wrong in the casting of the spell, and when she went to release it, it turned into positive energy instead.

Apparently her god has mixed opinions about Nestian.

I’m really glad I don’t rely on a god for my spells—it would be really bad if my spells could just suddenly be turned into positive energy on the whim of a god.

She tried again, this time with an inflict critical wounds spell. This time the spell went off properly, blasting Nestian with negative energy in the same way my enemies get hit by my spells.

Nestian was still going, so it seemed Jairess tried a different approach. She cast a Heal spell—apparently hoping it would turn into a harmful spell.

Instead the spell fizzled entirely as she lost focus.

Nestian struck one last time, and Jairess put her hands up in surrender. Nestian immediately backed off.

Jairess told Nestian that if he really didn’t remember who their master was, she’d show him. She gave him a sketch of herself, Nestian, and a huge old bear—one we’d seen once before, when we met Nestian’s family. The one Nestian calls Elder Bear.

Jairess criticized Nestian claiming he didn’t know who their master was when he lived with him, but Nestian said he never considered Elder Bear his master, he was part of his family. He still didn’t understand, or remember, whatever Jairess did.

On the back of the sketch was a name—Elder Bear’s name. Peanut.

Really? Peanut?

#journal entry #pathfinder #reign of winter

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allegxry · 2 years

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Muses - Positions & Sex Life

Daniel Alvarez - switch/verse - has no issues with hook ups and fwb types of things. Daniel is into body worshiping his partner, wanting to make sure they know how much he loves every inch of them. The pleasure of his partner means more to him than his own. He’s extremely visual and can have a one track mind if he likes what he sees, respectfully. Big on cuddling and sleep afterwards and depending on the time he will definitely cook a meal.

Silas - dom/verse(top leaning) - vocal about what he wants and when he wants it, he will take no as an answer but he’ll just take care of himself or seek out Daniel. Very into dirty talk at any time and half the time does it as a tease just wanting to get a reaction. Extremely possessive if he labels something or someone as his and Daniel is on this list. Slightly sadistic, will still respect limits but will be a little or a lot rough.

Elijah Thomas - dom/top - he will never bottom and that’s that. He loves leaving marks, anywhere and everywhere and has a number of ways to do so. It doesn’t always have to be hickeys - bite marks, bruises, nails marks, knife play(only with long time partners) are all options. He does enjoy inflicting pain but it doesn’t always have to be something like impact play; breath play, denial, degrading, punishments for discipline and things like that are an option too. More often than not he’s engaging with play partners and hook ups, it’s never a relationship. Aftercare king. He makes things very clear from the beginning, safe words and light checks and while he isn’t affectionate he absolutely is for aftercare. He puts himself completely aside for that.

Hades - switch(dom leaning)/verse - he doesn’t sleep around much, very isolated and doesn’t mind it but when he does he’s into multiple rounds. He likes the build up and foreplay and loves making a mess of his partner, he likes manners and begging but gives in easily, he’s more of a pleasure dom. Big on showers/baths afterwards(would have to be another god or something similar in order to actually wear him out), a true softie underneath it all. He likes giving his partner what they want but he wants to hear them ask for it.

Kinn Theerapanyal - switch(dom leaning)/verse - the horniest of all muses, Kinn has 0 issue paying for sex and has a long list of number he can call at anytime and anywhere. He is very loyal if in a relationship but he will absolutely make moves often and is pretty much in the mood at any time. If it’s someone he’s not in a relationship with he won’t even kiss them and he touches them just enough to do what he needs - he’s quite different in a relationship though, kissing and touching are important to him as he wants to touch all parts of his partner and have all of them in return. A true hopeless romantic under it all but has no healthy way to navigate it but with his partner cuddling and sleeping together after is almost a need for him. Especially if he’s taking the sub role.

Sebastian - switch(sub leaning)/bottom - they are touch starved and yet hate being touched, at first. They have to warm up to people but sebastian will partake in one night stand type of hook ups just to fill that void. Even with a partner, prepare to be met with sass and sarcasm at first and have to work for it. They have a praise kink, once that brat barrier is broken through they aim to please. They are loud and vocal unless asked to be quiet yet have a hard time voicing what they want. They love possessiveness and being claimed though but will act as if they don’t need aftercare or might be hesitant to offer it, not wanting to seem clingy.

Seth Clearwater - switch/verse - he is very inexperienced and doesn’t really know what he likes or wants in that aspect. He’s willing to try almost anything once or twice but he knows he won’t like his senses being taken away - at least his sight and hearing is a no. He is clingy though and is handsy with his partners and doesn’t mind it in return at all. He can be a bit animalistic, growls and clawing and biting. He would be nervous the first time with any partner but once he’s comfortable with them and himself he’d be extremely touchy as his own way to start things off until he’s more confident at least. The biggest on cuddling and genuinely loves giving and receiving aftercare.

Vegas Theerapanyal - switch(dom leaning)/verse(top leaning) - into a lot of bondage and control, anything that restricts his partners movements. He can be extremely sadistic but when it comes down to the act he can be a bit softer. He’s hot and cold when it comes to aftercare, giving or receiving, because being in tune with his emotions is almost seen as a weakness and he doesn’t feel he deserves it and would act as if he doesn’t care enough to give it. Someone would really have to push and fight him to get the upper hand but in love? In a relationship? It would be a much more playful fight.

#« daniel alvarez » headcanon #« silas » headcanon #« elijah thomas » headcanon #« hades » headcanon #« kinn theerapanyal » headcanon #« sebastian » headcanon #« seth clearwater » headcanon

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renticat · 5 months

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Sweet approach but my head is exploding.

I know it's just wrong to be so open on the internet I mean Do you want someone to use your words against you or something? Yeah not. Okay I keep typing yeah and gosh idk, not formal and all the sigh in my head just filled up because I think I am out of words now.

I should be doing something instead of saddened by the fact that people who had been hurt me back then hurt me again. Hmm and I thought explaining can clearing some misunderstanding and yes it does but over-explaining is not. And this is fawning response in Psychology mostly stemmed from childhood trauma, when a kid have over aggressive parents that will beat the shit out of you if you do something that's not favorable to them and you try to defense yourself by explained the whole situation but then in reality it doesn't spare you from the beating. It's because it's who they are, they don't listen to anything except it's about them (narcissistic people) or it's benefitting to them.

I don't want to keep writing some shit, I also want to wrote some happy things about myself but then I mostly can't lie and despise it. Yesterday, I read my old facebook post, back then when I was just teenager. And I am smiling in pity manner because I haven't got myself out of that crazy situation but now I have understood that mostly is not about me at all. All the headache and constant emotional turmoils are from this crazy environment. Mostly I am so chill but the world makes me anxious, people and their expectations. Then don't put too much care about it, well it's easier to be said than to be done if it's just someone you don't know, but this is someone who you want to be good and get long because in most of stories you and them are supposedly to love each other unconditionally but crap that's not how it works, at least not to some people. Some people are lucky and others wonder why the hell that life becomes so unbearable, like they only like you if you are certain type of what they wish you are molded into.

Now thinking about that, my civics teacher are so on point about idea is powerful tools. It's so powerful esp when some people willing to fight with their life just because they think they're right and can't tolerate any other ideas than their own. So right that it hurts because then right and wrong just a matter of majority values instead of personal experience and truth.

It's subjective but then objectively the good morals standard are what's followed by majority of the people of certain areas. Then is different still from one region to another but like basic natural instinct to not hurt others if you don't wish them to attack you back are there just simply because we are all want to survive after all. Unless you give up to the idea of survival, then it doesn't matter anymore.

Questions keep bugging me, and here the morals standard at my home are just everything I love so now I became hated by it. Arts, drawing, dancing, singing is a major NO NO AND PROBLEM. Some people are not thinking that way but some are, mostly but then if you read the holy scripture thoroughly, it's there. (I talked about islam because that's I know much about since I grew up on this but I read about the other religions too). It's like they hate women, oh no I put you in utmost respect and that's why you can't dance because it's promiscuous. Everything about women is like we exist just to cater the desire of the opposite sex. Forget about the same sex, you can't do that. You're insane if you don't like the opposite sex. Something must have been so wrong on your mind.

All the hatred and they values man because they're bread winner but then is also on the teaching to keep women inside and not working, making money because it's not your duty like the system just set up to not give you any freedom, unless you're a man. No you're wrong now women can work but then it's still not seen as the same, like women are so weak emotionally and they're not that smart anyway. Misogynistic things are still there and yeah if you have that freedom good for you because the things I want to do is never okay from the beginning.

And I give up to those dream because it's already too late now and so hard learning everything makes me so sick of myself. No support and because of the on and off existential dread which still I have and just want to get rid of myself, I just don't have any opportunity to even support myself. At least working on something you will look down upon, like waiting the table I just can't even do that now as the religious discrimination get so high and yeah I am old. Here is like if you're 25 its over unless you have grade and not working as retail or anything because there are just so much people and they hire the young and good looking ones (oh and by this country standard I am not, because of the curly hair) so much for any room to just be yourself.

Hmmh. I can sing not that good but maybe voice over? But I don't know where to start. Wish to have some mentor but then it's like you need great equipment to just set up the voice things as you can't just talk but it has to be good. I don't have the microphone or quiet room so... Argh i don't know. I like to rambles cause it's so bleak. And I really wish it just end. It's God's wrath and sure it is on the environment that single out anything other than themselves but claimed to be so loving and peaceful (side note, only to people who share the same belief) and I guess this is true to people who devoted in any religion (if they're so into it, you just finally read and comprehend that's what keeping it alive it's to give everything in your life to it and just ignore anyone if they don't want to have the same value no matter if it's your own bloodline).

Sucks so bad. But god themselves is narcissistic so you can't blame anyone. He's the rightful all knowing all loving and it's your own fault. Wow, so much for all loving part (conditional ofc) so stop bullshitting that god loves all people. No he,they doesn't. If he is no need to fight and war or spreading any religion as it's the only way salvation or truth. But still they can't demonstrate it either. Because he loves you if you're in certain religion only depends on what your parents choose it for you. Other than that it's wrong and they're so plenty out there. No, mine is the truth and yeah ofc it is and so all the religion they all saying the same.

And I respect it but then the ideas are so rooted on every believers and now for people like me, life is just hell. It is. No choice whatsoever and I am sick pretending they're so good when they're not. I was religious myself but I am so open and love everyone but still admit back then that all religions are good but only one is the true ones is mine. So I understand this and speaking from experience.

But then good and bad is so relative. Modesty and all as the world is evolving mentally, and all. Ideas are so powerful if you can bring masses to believe that your idea is the truth and it mostly requires blood and wars so many of it. So an action because yeah words itself have no power. You can say anything you want and they will not listening. If it's an opinion unless it's scientific things and you demonstrate it to masses, it can be qualified, quantified. Then is there any social scientific things? No. That's why maybe back then I should aimed to br chemist. Haha yeah but here ofc science is not that popular you know what's popular? Become preacher and religious organization, teacher is big and making money here. And you get respect and you seen as beautiful living being promised to have beautiful hereafter.

I just realized that not so much science figure and since I was a kid I don't really know what to do anyway, and ofc they're not put so high expectation as I am a girl and now I am suffering because if they had supported me to get me into drawing and all stuff probably I don't even have to be so miserable and make something for myself. They just wish me to be with someone who hold the same principle as them when I don't even like it at all. It's not even option anymore.

That status on my Facebook mostly ngeluuu pusing and etc which if translate in english is just the same as the title. My head is exploding inside. Gosh put an end please.

Somehow this pics of elizabeth calms me down. I think this is like all I ever wanted. Sunbathing in field full of flowers and have a best friend whom I trust and loyal and we have each other forever. What a dream.

#Narcgod

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whooshmedia01 · 1 year

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thattimdrakeguy · 2 years

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Cassie Sandsmark’s Characterization as per her Creator.

Cassie is a character who I think deserves a post like this, but as I look at my research and panels I realize that it’s harder to make a post about her than I realize.

Because where as Tim was introduced in a very straight forward manner showing his origin, motivation, personality, and consistent look very quickly, and Bart was pretty much automatically given a solo right after his introduction.

For the 90s Wonder Girl she doesn’t have a straight forward origin--and it hasn’t even been consistent I’ve realized. Her motivation is just to be a hero, because she thinks it’s awesome, and what’s right to do. Which isn’t so complicated to explain. She looks up to Wonder Woman and wants to be like her.

Not to say this makes her a poor character. In a way it’s kind of refreshing from the big grief related stuff, or just to do stuff because they have the abilities to. Because Cassie actually didn’t have the abilities at first--

How she got her powers was talking directly to Zeus when she wasn’t exactly permitted. That’s the main thing to know. And her origin was later retconned to be that she was Zeus’s daughter/granddaughter depending on the continuity. Originally, that wasn’t the case though, I must say.

Her creator is one person--the writer is also the artist. So her look is consistent. A teenage girl, with boyish features, short blonde hair, and an affinity for baggy T-Shirts.

So for Cassie, she was mostly built up on her personality and unique look more than anything else. So I’ll be going through that and her interests! As well as explaining aspects of her personal life at a VEEERY quick pace.

But it’ll be worth it to go for to learn more about the best (to meeeeeee) Wonder Girl! And sorry that there wasn’t really a way to make a more detailed post. She’s a victim of circumstance of her own introduction.

I think having her origin play out pretty much after she’s introduced is a fun diversion from the norm. And hopefully you do too.

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RAPID FIRE CASSIE TIME

Something made clear from her very first page is that she’s a rebellious, teenage girl. She stays out past her curfew, and likes to party. She also has a problem taking responsibility for her actions.

She just wants to be a teenager, and it bugs her dearly that her mother thinks so little of her. She tries to be responsible in her own way. She means well, and she’s a good kid deep down. She’s just--a bit of a wild child.

And one of her main talents before she has any powers is her quick-thinking and cleverness. She’s also very confident in herself, and maybe even a bit too confident, and over eager.

Soon after meeting Princess Diana, she becomes a big fangirl of hers. Wearing the merch the second day of knowing her.

Another one of her traits is being brave almost to a reckless fault.

Not that it particularly bugs her. She’s excited by the thrills and enjoys it tremendously.

But a constant thing reoccurring in her stories is how overprotective her mother is--although, a lot of the time she’s perfectly reasonably protective. But often she treats Cassie like she isn’t a teenage.

It genuinely bugs her that her mom won’t realize how old she is. She’s no longer a little kid, and is capable of taking care of herself. Which her mother won’t respect.

Everyone just keeps agreeing with her mom, though.

The more heroes Cassie meets the more obvious it is she loves Super Heroes, one of her favorite Super Heroes that she admires alongside Wonder Woman is Wally West’s The Flash as you can see here.

By the way, if you weren’t sure how crazy brave she is, she was willing to take on Doomsday.

One of the activities she does, to get money and to pass the time, is babysitting.

Also for those trashing Miss Sandsmark here--she is perfectly aware she doesn’t look good as Wonder Girl. It’s not exactly her cup of tea either lol.

As for one of her interests, she’s at least a casual Star Wars fan.

Doesn’t believe in Santa Claus, though.

Did I mention she really likes Super Heroes? Cause her and Timmy Drake really do have that in common.

In her private life, her best friend seems to be Georgia, who she tends to call George.

Georgia’s a computer hacker.

Another thing about Cassie, is that she’s insanely tough and perseverant when she’s in a fight. She’ll take a freaking beating, and suffer some injuries but she’ll play it off like it was freaking nothing to get back up.

She’s what you call a bad ass.

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And uh, I didn’t have a better thing to end on lol. But as written by her creator this is all the important stuff we learned about her during that run!

So if you’re someone that wants to write Cassie in your next, or latest fan fiction, hopefully this helps you learn about her personality, flaws, interests, and behavior to get her just right!

I really really hope this helps!

Don’t forget to feed your fish.

#Cassie Sandsmark #Cassandra Sandsmark #Wonder Girl #Diana Prince #Wonder Woman #DC Comics #Young Justice #Young Just Us

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mindofharry · 3 years

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Be My Baby

In which Prince harry and Princess Y/N are set to marry and are more than happy about it. They celebrate in more ways than one.

AHHHH!!! ITS HERE!!! FINALLY! Prince harry is my guilty pleasure. pls treat him with the respect he deserves. these two are officially my favourite people ever.

fluff & FILTHY SMUT!!!!!! feedback is welcome as always! <3

“Princess Y/N is arriving soon, Harry” Anne, the queen of england said putting down her tea. Harry is the prince, next in line for the throne - Marriage is very important to the throne and for the throne. Anne has been very strict about that, preparing Harry for marriage. Princess Y/N of wales, is who Harry is meeting with today. Hopefully, to settle a deal. Harry has never cared for marriage or for a partner. He’s a lone wolf as his family would describe. But if he wants to be king, he needs to marry. And Y/N is looking like the only option at the moment.

Harry nodded putting the paper down and looking up at his mother. He pursed his lips leaning back in his seat.

“Is something the matter, dear?”

Harry shook his head “No, mother. Just tired” he lied, reassuring his mother. Anne didn’t press any further just got one of the servants to pour her more tea. She could read harry very well, she knew her son better than he knew himself. Y/N is perfect for him. Even if they do not marry, she will be a life long friend. But anne is sure they will marry within the year.

And Queen Anne is never wrong.

Y/N was late.

Harry was beginning to become bored, don’t get him wrong he loves his sister and mother. But he can only take so much. All he wanted to do was to be curled up with a book in the abandoned side of the castle - no one except for the young prince had been there. It was locked up for years before harry found the key, it was like a whole new world in there. It was dirty, messy, filthy - just how harry liked it. He decorated a room in there, and it’s like his safe place from all of this. All of these stupidly important responsibilities. His safe haven.

They were meant to be meeting, talking about their futures together. If his mother thought this was what was best for the country, then harry would push through. He hadn’t see Y/N in years, meeting when they were both much younger. No pressure, just the two kids playing in the fields. Y/N was beautiful, so care free. Harry wished he was like Y/N - the only think she seemed to care about were the moon, the sun and the stars. They never saw each other again after that, they have both obviously seen each other in papers and at events. But never talked. Y/N didn’t know why, neither did harry. They weren’t on the same chapter in life. But now, they’re both willing to do what is best for their country.

And maybe it wouldn’t be too bad marrying a soon to be king.

A servant comes into the dining room bowing at the styles family. Harry waits for him to speak - except a tall girl, bumps into him making the servant fall foward. Y/N (the tall girl) giggled, before clearing her throat and bowing at the styles family. Harry smirked and leaned back. Anne was standing a smile on her face as she saw her soon beaming for the first time in months.

“Your highness” Y/N said bowing, nearly falling down again. But she grinned covering it up. Her dress was long and tight - her mother made her wear it. She would much rather be in a nice flowy dress in the woods right now. Maybe reading about the sun. But her mother needed her to do this, so Y/N would.

Y/N’s father died a couple of months back, it was sudden and no one saw it coming. So her mother needed her to marry as Y/N is the oldest of four girls. They needed a man of the house and once Y/N married, harry would be that man. Y/N didn’t like that one bit. She could be the man of the house if she wanted to. She didn’t understand why they needed a man to pay for things, to do stuff for them. Women are just as capable. But there was no fighting with Y/N’s mother. And Y/N knew she was having a rough time without her husband and Y/N’s dad.

“Princess Y/N, it’s good to have you here” Anne said, as a servant helped her back into the seat. Y/N had the same treatment but she looked rather uncomfortable. She was seated infront of harry, which was glad of. It’s a nice view, she’ll admit. He had grown into his baby face, she thought. And that hair. Fuck, that hair.

“Thank you for inviting me, your highness” Y/N said smiling softly. “Your castle is amazing” She said and Anne nodded pointing around at the paintings. “I actually just got these new paintings in from a new artist in rome. Just beautiful, right harry?” Anne said, giving harry the look. His mother is giving him that look a lot recently, Anne just wants what is best for him and harry just doesn’t seem to care at all. It’s like he’s away from reality. In another universe half of the time. Anne was hoping Y/N would be able to bring him back down to earth, but from her entrance in here - Harry and Y/N are a lot more similar than she thought.

“Yeah, they’re beautiful” Harry said staring at the girl infront of him. Y/N blushed under his stare. She had never felt anything like this before for a man. Her stomach was in knots and her cheeks were getting hotter by the second.

The dinner was nice. It was quiet with Y/N trying to keep up the small talk - Anne was impressed with that. Everyone she had invited to the palace would only talk when spoken to, but Y/N had a certain way about her. She had manners of course, the kindest soul, but she talked. She could talk all day if she was allowed. She just never ran out of things to say. But the food was really good, so Y/N was quieter than usual. Harry had one question: did they feed her in the city? The way she was eating was like she had been starved for years.

“This is amazing” Y/N said putting her fork down. Anne grinned at the girl nodding to herself. She had found a keeper.

“Harry, why do you show Y/N around? She’s going to be staying here for the next couple of weeks” Anne announced and Y/N nearly choked on her water, she tapped her chest.

“I am?-“

“she is?”

Harry and Y/N both spoke at the same time, Anne tutted and ordered the servant to fill up her wine.

“Your mother and I have arranged it. Everything you have is here already, you’ll have your own quarters too. Your horse is being transported down here as we speak” Anne said making new room for arguing. “Y/N your mother said she would be happy for us to host you here if the dinner went accordingly. And i think it went more than accordingly” Anne continued sipping her wine.

Harry and Y/N looked to each other their eyes both wide with amusement and shock. Only their parents would do this.

“Now, run along. Gemma and I have some talking to do” Anne ordered, the servants came and helped the princess and prince up following them out of the dinning room. Y/N was rather uncomfortable with the servants being everywhere, she had a lot more freedom at home.

“Hey, you wanna do something fun?” She asked and harry raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Hey! Intruder” Y/N yelled and the servants looked around quickly, harry was startled when Y/N laughed loudly taking his hand in hers and running down the hallway towards the abandoned part of the castle. Harry grinned and laughed loudly as they ran together.

This girl, he thought.

The door was locked. Harry brought a key out of his pocket and Y/N laughed loudly making harry shush her as he unlocked the door. Quickly they made themselves into the abandoned quarters and giggled to themselves when they heard the servants feet making their way to this side of the castle - but immediately they turned away, knowing that they weren’t allowed on this side of the palace.

Harry was distracted with locking the door, but Y/N was amazed. She looked around at this place and couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her. This place is really fucking amazing, she thought. It’s obviously abandoned, that man she could tell - but it was still so beautiful. Paintings, upon paintings and books at every end. There was high ceilings and stained glass windows giving a nice hew to the room. Y/N brought her hands to her hips and spinned around her dress moving as she did.

“This place is fucking amazing!”

Harry laughed and finally got the door locked popping the key back in his pocket. He moved beside the beautiful girl and didn’t say anything. But Y/N knew.

“You come here often?” She asked and Harry nodded.

“Found it a couple years ago. Think it was my fathers” He said and Y/N sighed looking around.

“It’s beautiful” you’re beautiful, he wanted to say but he bit his lip instead walking in the direction of his safe haven. Y/N quickly caught up placing a hand on his, harry flinched at the touch. This definitely wasn’t allowed. If anyone saw they’d have to marry immediately. But nobody was here, he reminded himself. And with that he squeezed Y/N’s hand a little tighter.

Harry opened the door the room he had been coming to for years now. It had a few chairs, a huge window with curtains on each side, a fire place in the middle and blankets and pillows surrounding the room. Y/N smiled to herself as she saw harry become more himself. It was like this room allowed him to be himself.

“You come in here often?”

Harry nodded making himself comfortable on one of the pillows, Y/N soon followed sitting very close to the prince. Harry had no complaints at all.

“I come here most days. When i need to take a breath, escape my mother and the stupid royal family” Harry said and Y/N giggled leaning in to harry, their lips close.

“I can think of many ways we can escape reality. Why don’t we try one of them?”

Harry let out a sigh and placed his hand on Y/N shoulder, it fell down her arm to her waist. Harry had been with people before, he had kissed and pleasured many, many people. But never did he feel like this. He felt as if she was a goddess, and she would brake it the touch of his finger. She looked almost fragile, like a painting.

“Kiss me, Harry” She ordered and harry wasted no time, placing his lips on hers.

Her lips are soft and gentle, just as harry had expected. He moved his hands up her hips to her shoulders again, Y/N moaned letting harry's tongue into her mouth. Harry groaned and pulled away smirking at that flushed look on her face. He loved it.

Y/N bit her lip standing up, unzipping her dress. She turned around, the only thing she had was a small night dress and corset. Harry cursed under his breath standing up behind her. Everything felt so intimate. They both felt a lot of things, Y/N never wanted this to stop. Harry hugged her from behind, kissing the back of her neck. After a few seconds, Y/N turned around in his hold, holding his gaze. She began to take off her corset and night dress, now bare. She felt confident in Harry's glare, he made her feel good. He sucked in a breath looking down at her perky breasts, her nipples hard from the temperature of the room. He made a mental note to put the fire on after this, Harry knew you two would be in here for as long as you possibly could. He knew his mother would be beyond pissed that they had gone off alone together.

Harry placed a hand on Y/N’s breast, teasing her nipple with his index finger. His rings were cold on her skin making her whimper. Harry smirked at the sound, lowering his head and taking her nipple in his mouth his tongue swirling the nub of it. Y/N’s hands found harrys hair and she tugged on it hard.

“Fuck” She cursed and harry let go with a pop, again he smirked at the sight of the princess. So undone and flustered. Harry absolutely loved it. Holding her gaze, he began to undress unbuttoning his shirt and pants. Heat rushed to his penis, as Y/N watched him undress.

“Want to have you in my mouth” Y/N said, getting on her knees. She knew she would have bruises by the end of this - but she knew it would be worth.

“Don’t make me cum” Harry ordered, Y/N just smirked and pulled his underwear down almost drooling at the sight of his red, cock full of pre-cum. What a sight, she thought. And it’s fucking huge. Bigger than she thought that’s for sure.

She hummed, pumping harry’s rock hard cock. His head flew back, a moan filling the room. Harry wished her hair was pinned back, he needed some to grip. He took both of his hands and gripped the side of her head. Y/N spit on his cock, keeping eye contact with harry.

“Shit”

Y/N licked the tip, running her tongue over the slit, tasting the saltiness of his pre cum. Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“You taste so good” She moaned, finally taking his full cock into her mouth. Her hands began pumping the base of the shaft, as she sucked him off. Harry moaned, but tapped the side of her head.

“Need to be in you, no more foreplay” He said and Y/N pouted whipping her lips.

“But i like having you in my mouth” Y/N argued, harry smirked pecking her lips, tasting himself on them. He hummed in agreement. “Next time, let me fuck you” He said kissing her neck, Y/N sighed and placed her lips on his before crawling over to the fireplace - there was a white sheet layed out. Y/N lay down and harry kissed down her stomach, teasingly kissing her thighs. “You’re definitely wet enough for me, aren’t you princess?” Harry said slapping her pussy, Y/N moaned and nodded.

Slowly, harry thrusted into Y/N making them both whimper. “Fuck, you feel so good” Harry said, kissing your lips. Y/N just moaned, gripping his back and putting her legs around his waist. Harry began to move faster, his hands either side of Y/N.

“Faster” Y/N said and harry complied, pounding into her. The moans coming out of the both them were enough to make them both cum within seconds. And that’s basically what happened. They both climaxed, harry falling down into Y/N’s chest. Y/N only felt pleasure and ecstasy.

Shit, her mother picked a good one.

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“Fuck” Y/N panted into harry’s mouth as he took against the wall. They were left alone for ten minutes, and this happened. They were looking at the new paintings and architecture Anne had got, browsing around the hall. Harry had convinced the servant that his mother was calling and of course the poor servant couldn’t dismiss it, so they had a good ten minutes while the servant searched for the queen.

Harry pounded into her the paintings on the wall knocking loudly, Y/N laughed loudly making harry put a hand over her mouth.

“Don’t want to attract any attention, do we princess?”

They continued their hot and very messy quicky and then made their way to the gardens. Y/N and harry soon found that the gardens would be another safe haven. Beautiful flowers and when the sun is shining a beautiful place to sit and relax.

They couldn’t wait to marry - seen as harry wants Y/N in his bed, all the time. They fuck like bunnies, it’s amazing how they haven’t been caught as of yet. When they get their own palace, harry will christen to the whole place. They’ll fuck in every corner. Every room. Every library and garden.

Y/N looked at harry smiling as he lay on the grass. No one was around as the servant hadn’t arrived back. Y/N quickly looked around before pulling harry into what she could only assume was a place to keep all the fruit and veg away from foxes. It was closed off and you could lock it from the inside.

“Jesus christ Y/N” Harry mumbled kissing your neck as you leaned back on a bench.

“Another round?” You asked with innocent eyes.

“Another round” Harry confirmed lifting up the bottom of her dress and pushing her down so she was flat on the bench. He kissed up her legs, biting down on her thigh.

He pulled up her night gown and saw her bare pussy, wet and glistening just waiting for him. He could cum at the sight. He moaned kissing her thigh, teasing her.

Y/N tugged at harry’s hair, giving him a warning. “Stop, teasing” She pouted and harry smirked finally making his way towards your pussy.

Y/N closed her eyes when she felt harrys breath against her core. “so wet, princess” Harry said, the vibrations going right through her body making her jerk up a little. Harry loved the affect he had on her, the littlest thing would make her jolt with pleasure.

Harry spread her legs a little more, his tongue licking up her slit. Y/N’s tugged on harry’s hair, moaning loudly. Harry watched her unfold becoming so flushed, but Y/N looked so very beautiful in this light.

He pressed his lips to your clit, flicking his tongue up and down. Your hips moved with his tongue movements, harrys hands made their way to your hips trying to get them to stay in place. You wrapped your legs around his shoulders and began to shake and moan.

“Fuck me” You murmured coming down from your high.

“Oh, i will princess”

The days went on and more fucking occurred. Again they fucked like absolute bunnies. They were sure everyone knew by now, but the servants were way too afraid to say anything. Anne would have everyone’s head if she found out what they were doing.

“I can’t wait to marry you” Harry said laying down beside her in their safe haven. Y/N smirked rolling over on her side. He was so beautiful. His eyes, his freckles, that one dimple that came out when he laughed. She was so lucky to call him hers.

“You just want to have me in your bed everyday” She said and harry pretended to think about. “Hmmm, yeah” He said, making Y/N laugh loudly before pecking his lips.

“Can’t believe you’re mine” Harry said pushing her into his chest. Y/N grinned pecking his neck and looking up at him.

“Forever”

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Working with Spirits

In my last post, I talked about different types of spirits that witches may work with. Today, we’re going to discuss how to approach spirits and establish a working relationship.

Keep in mind that these are general guidelines, and every spirit is different. I encourage you to do your own research beyond this post, especially if you plan to work with powerful entities like deities, angels, or fairies.

Remember the Four R’s

It’s important to keep these things in mind when working with spirits:

Respect. The spirits are powerful, and you need to have a healthy respect for that power when working with them. It’s also important to respect them as individual, autonomous beings.

I’m not saying that every interaction you have with the spirits needs to be a full blown ritual with incense and chanting. (In fact, some spirits don’t care for those types of rituals.) But every interaction you have with them should be conducted with an air of respect and reverence.

What this mostly boils down to is good manners. Being polite will get you better results — and it will also keep you from being on the receiving end of spirit mischief. Proper etiquette depends on the type of spirit you’re working with, which is one reason it’s important to do your research. In general, it’s polite to make an offering, use respectful language, and thank the spirits before you leave (unless you’re dealing with fairies — some traditions say you should never thank the fae).

Respecting spirits also means respecting their desires — even if that means respecting their wish not to work with you. Not every spirit you reach out to will want to form a relationship with you, just like not every person you meet in your life will want to be your friend. When a spirit turns you down, respect their decision, politely bid them farewell, and move on.

Reciprocity. The goal of spirit work is to establish a mutually-beneficial partnership — not for one partner to serve the other. On one hand, this means that you can’t just command spirits to do your bidding without giving anything in return. On the other hand, it also means that you won’t be worshiping/honoring them without receiving some kind of boon.

This is why it’s important to make offerings to the spirits you work with. These offerings “feed” the spirits by giving them power, and a good offering will likely make a spirit more willing to work with you. Offerings are not payment for favors from spirits (it’s not quite that simple), but they are a sign that you intent to practice reciprocity in your relationship.

In general, it’s important to make an offering when you first introduce yourself to a spirit and again before you ask them for anything. But you shouldn’t only make offerings when you’re about to ask for something! How would you feel if you had a friend who only did nice things for you when they were about to ask for a favor? You’d probably start avoiding them, right? You might even get angry. To avoid this kind of dynamic in your spirit work, make regular offerings to the spirits you work with. If you’re especially close with a spirit, you may want to offer to them every day.

Relationship. The spirits are not vending machines where you put offerings in and blessings fall out. They are living, sentient beings with feelings, and deserve to be treated as such. Your relationship with the spirits you choose to work with is just that: a relationship. And like any relationship, it requires time, energy, and emotional labor.

If that sounds like more effort than you want to make, there are plenty of ways to do magic without ever working with spirits. You don’t need to do spirit work to be a witch. It may not be your thing, and that’s okay!

But if you choose to work with spirits, it’s important to remember that you are working with them as an equal partner — you’re not their boss, and they are not obligated to like you, help you, or even tolerate you. Relationships with spirits are built over time, through mutual respect and trust.

You wouldn’t drive up to your friend’s house, throw a fast-food burger at them, and then demand a special favor. Likewise, you shouldn’t just dump an offering on your altar and demand something of the spirits. Take the time to sit down with them. Talk to them. Get to know them. Put some thought into your offerings, instead of just offering the same thing every time. Spirit work is, at its core, about building an authentic relationship with the spirits we choose to include in our practice. Enjoy it.

Research. When it comes to spirits, it’s important to know exactly who (and what) you’re dealing with. As previously mentioned, the etiquette for dealing with fairies is very different from other land spirits. Different deities have different standards for their worshipers, which vary from one pantheon to the next. The way you interact with your ancestors will probably be shaped by their personalities, cultures, and values. All this is to say it’s important to know who you’re reaching out to, preferably before you reach out to them.

With deities, this is easy. Most witches who choose to work with deities will feel drawn to a certain pantheon, or even a specific god or goddess. There’s a lot of information out there about most historical pantheons, so researching them is easy. The same goes for angels, saints, demons, and even fairies.

It can be a little more difficult to do your research when you’re dealing with land spirits, spirits of place, or other less well-known figures. In these cases, it’s best to take three steps: 1.) figure out what type of spirit you’re dealing with (land spirit, animal spirit, ancestor, etc.), 2.) find out what this type of spirit is like generally, and 3.) find out how that applies to your specific spirit.

For example: you want to connect with your local land spirits. You do some research to find out how land spirits have been treated in various cultures — you find out that they’re typically benevolent, are closely tied to the natural landscape, and were often given food offerings. Then, you do some research into your local plants and animals — what form might a nature spirit take in your local environment? Would it be a huge moose with snow-covered antlers, or a magnolia tree in full bloom? Is there any local folklore in your area that could be describing a land spirit? Once you have answers to these questions, you’ll have a much better idea of how to approach the spirits and start up a relationship.

Initiating a Relationship with a Spirit

Begin by identifying who this spirit is. For example, let’s say you choose to reach out to a specific ancestor spirit — maybe a deceased grandparent. Make sure you’re familiar with the etiquette for interacting with this type of spirit so you don’t accidentally do something disrespectful. (If your Grandma hated cussing, try not to drop any f-bombs while communing with her.)

Create a special space to communicate with the spirit. This can be as simple as lighting a candle or as elaborate as setting up a special altar. If you’re reaching out to a grandparent, you might set up a small ritual space with a photo of them, any of their belongings that you have access to, and some things that they enjoyed while they were alive. These items may make the connection easier, but you don’t need them to communicate. What matters is that you’ve taken the time to create a special space for this moment. (Like all ritual spaces, it should be clean and tidy, and it’s a good idea to do an energetic cleanse beforehand.)

Make an offering. Make sure your offering is appropriate for the spirit you’re connecting to. Offerings should be made with an air of reverence — don’t just toss a bag of Doritos on your altar and expect it to be well-received.

Introduce yourself. Speak out loud. State your intention and who you are hoping to connect with.

Wait and listen. You may feel a presence or receive some kind of sign — or you may not. Just because you didn’t get a sign doesn’t mean that your offering wasn’t noticed or that you’re being ignored. You may also receive a sign several hours, days, or weeks after you first reach out. Be patient.

Say your farewells. Express your gratitude for the spirit’s presence, and let them know that you are ending your little ritual. It’s up to you whether to invite them to stick around or politely tell them to leave, but if you’re going to give a spirit permission to linger in your home you better be 1000% sure you know who they are and what their intentions with you are.

Moving Forward

As you work with this spirit, it is important to establish clear boundaries for the relationship. Be clear about what you want to accomplish by working with them, and make sure you understand what they expect from you in return.

You might want to establish a time limit: for example, maybe you’re choosing to work closely with the goddess Brigid from Imbolc to Samhain, at which point you can choose to continue the relationship or to take a step back. Or, you may choose to work with a spirit on a specific task — for example, working with the goddess Aphrodite to get back on your feet and rebuild your self esteem after a breakup. Once this task is accomplished, you may choose to form a more long-term relationship or to take a step back.

Forming a permanent or long-term working relationship with a spirit is a very big, very serious commitment, and should not be taken lightly. This goes double for anything involving a ritual commitment, such as dedication to a deity. When you make these commitments, you are choosing to make a spirit and their energy a permanent part of your life. This decision requires some very serious introspection and consideration, and should not be made impulsively.

Resources:

Southern Cunning: Folkloric Witchcraft in the American South by Aaron Oberon

A Practical Heathen’s Guide to Asatru by Patricia M. Lafayllve

Where the Hawthorn Grows and The Morrigan: Meeting the Great Queens by Morgan Daimler

Wicca for Beginners by Thea Sabin

Azrael Loves Chocolate, Michael’s A Jock: An Insider’s Guide to What Your Angels Are Really Like and The Angel Code by Chantel Lysette

New World Witchery podcast (several episodes, including “Episode 164 — Irish Folklore and Magic,” “Episode 161 — Practicing Safe Hex,” and “Episode 152 — Honoring Ancestors”)

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People have mentioned how diverse in sexuality Dream SMP is and I just keep thinking about what this means for the future generation. Not only are there many LGBT creators, but there are also many straight creators who are totally fine with being perceived as or playing characters who are LGBT. And they are treated as completely normal! Like obviously mainstream media has kind of progressed past the early stages of treating LGBT couples as normal but can we take a second and appreciate what the Dream SMP is going to do? How many young kids and teens (though they shouldn’t be watching most creators in the SMP because of their age but we all know we can’t stop all of them and they’ll find a way to watch anyway) might take this with them? The casual way that LGBT relationships are treated and people’s gender is respected.

The boys who are breaking gender norms, wearing skirts or dresses and taking pride in how they look in them, normalizing healthy male friendships, teaching lessons about how to express emotions in a healthy manner. And the strong female creators who set such a good example, showing that you can be kind, smart, and strong all at once, and your don’t need to sacrifice one for the other. To the slightly older part of the fandom (though I’m not That Much Older than most involved) could you imagine growing up watching someone like BBH? A man who is so sweet and open with his emotions? A trait that is treated positively? Can you imagine the impact that lessons like that will have on the younger sides of the fandom. The way so many respect CC’s mental health, from the audience to the fellow members. When CCs talk openly about their anxiety, depression, or ADHD, it’s met with so much support and understanding.

Even though some parts of the fandom can get toxic, like any fandom does, it is so so much better than some earlier fandoms. The fact that this will be some people’s first interaction with fandom makes me proud!!! So many people make an effort to respect the CC’s wishes and support them when they have to do things like take a break or try out something unexpected. How nice and willing to help out others most people are! As soon as someone posts any kind of question, 5 comments will spring up that answers the question in a clear and kind manner. The way we have pretty completely avoided ship wars!!!

And the themes that watchers will take away from the plot! Attachments are good! Though you shouldn’t be selfish and put them above others, it’s good to be attached to people and things! You are not weak for relying on others when you need help! It’s okay to feel emotions, even when they’re negative ones, and though they should be worked out in a healthy manner, they’re normal!!!

The lesson in analysis!!! Kids are going to grow up understanding the concept of Chekhov’s Gun! A film/theatre analysis concept that most “regular people” haven’t heard of. Some of the themes are presented in such an easy to understand manner, like “Attachments are good” and “Relying on people is okay.” CCs like BadBoyHalo even cater to the younger demographic and make an effort to convey healthy life lessons and makes it easy to understand when he’s in lore mode and when he’s not. I just love this so much and I think they’re doing a lot of good!

#dream smp #dsmp #badboyhalo #captain puffy #niki nihachu #nihachu #hannahxxrose #I don’t want to tag everyone and clog up tags but here are a few more off the top of my head #though every creator is amazing at this #ranboo #tubbo #Philza #tommyinnit #fundy #eret #the eret #dsmpblr #mango speaks sometimes

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Duty and Responsibility

Pairing: Osamu x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Historical AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Lactation Kink

Summary: Love can form in surprising places, even in a marriage centered only around duty and responsibility.

You patiently wait beside Daichi, back straight, gaze downcast and demure, the picture perfect example of a soon to be bride. Only if someone watched with hawk eyes, purposefully looking for flaws in your facade, would they notice the way you stand just a tad too close to the head of the Karasuno clan, desperately trying to cling onto any comfort or courage you can.

There’s nothing to be afraid of. At least that’s what Daichi says. And you know he would never put you in harm’s way. You trust him with your life and more. After all, it’s he who’s practically single handedly raised you, saving you from guaranteed death as a street urchin, welcoming you and wholeheartedly accepting you as one of his own. He’s the older brother figure you never had. The one who showed you what family and belonging were.

So if he says that he trusts Kita, the head of Inarizaki, and vouches for Kita’s choice of a future husband for you. Of course you put your faith in his words. But it doesn’t stop the clawing nausea inside of you as you get ready to meet the stranger your life is now forever entwined with.

Inarizaki and Karasuno have never had much of a relationship before, good or bad. You know of the infamous fox clan, the tales of their notorious twins spreading far and wide. But they’ve always just been stories, pretty words that you couldn’t tie to a warm body.

Until now.

You’d be naive to not understand just how prominent Karasuno has become, no longer the laid back humble clan it once used to be. And as proud as you are of Daichi and how his tireless work and dedication have helped the crows fly high in the sky once again, you can’t help but feel a small regretful pang when you remember that carefree life you once had, when you were just a young woman dreaming about marrying for love and finding “the one”.

But that was just a silly girl’s dream. You know what your duty and responsibilities are and you don’t dare shirk away from them now. Not when Daichi has so deeply instilled those firm beliefs and foundations inside of you both through teaching and example. And it’s the fact that you know, with just a word, he’d completely cancel it, call everything off and risk ruining ties between the two clans, that has you gritting your teeth and standing firm, awaiting your future.

This isn’t how you had dreamed your happily ever after would be, but for Daichi, for Karasuno, for your new family? You’d gladly die as a pawn.

And a pawn you are, even if it is a glorified one.

You can still vividly remember the night Daichi had called you into his office, remember how nervous he was as his eyes looked anywhere other than at you, remember the pain he tried to hide in his voice as he proposed the idea to you. He used gentle words, meandering and rambling around the point, but the message was as clear as a knife in the gut.

Sacrifice yourself to solidify the union between Karasuno and Inarizaki.

An arranged marriage with no one other than Miya Osamu.

You remember how your heart had dropped at Daichi’s words, a sinking feeling churning inside of you only worsened by how regretfully brown eyes looked at you, a gnawing of his lips before he blurted out that you could say no even though both of you know it’s not really an option, certainly not the wiser option.

Possibly anger and break ties with one of the most powerful clans in the country over a mere woman?

You knew that an arranged marriage was always a strong possibility. But you had always imagined that it would be with someone you knew from the clans you’re closer with like Nekoma and Fukurodani. Maybe even Seijoh or Shiratorizawa. But Inarizaki? Miya Osamu?

A part of you is glad that at least it isn’t his wild blond twin, someone whose presence spreads like wildfire, loudly crackling and announcing itself, wreaking havoc in its wake. But if the stories are true, Osamu isn’t much better. More of a volcano than an out of control fire, but just as able to burst and explode if provoked enough.

So you’re surprised when you lay eyes on him for the first time as the fox clan enters the room, nothing seemingly fiery or volatile about the handsome man politely bowing in front of you. Instead you’re reminded of the moon and its quiet yet hardened radiance and although you don’t know a thing about your fiance, you think that maybe it’s not the worst scenario, especially as his brother’s voice loudly echoes throughout the chambers, already making a scene not even minutes into your two clans meeting.

Little do you know a silver haired man is thinking the same thing as he carefully scans you over.

Osamu has never thought much about marriage or what his future wife would be like. It’s always just been Atsumu, him, and all the trouble they constantly got themselves into. But as Daichi and Kita pass back and forth polite pleasantries, it’s beginning to feel all too real how planned out his future is. Yet looking at you, he can envision it, the picture perfect couple, a picture perfect house, a picture perfect family. It’s obvious that you’ve been raised well, not that he expects any less of someone Daichi himself has taught and raised from the ground up. And although he doesn’t have hopes that you’ll be the love of his life, for Kita, for Inarizaki, for his family, he can be the respectable husband and father they and you need him to be.

With duty and honor at the forefront of both your minds, you begin to court each other. It’s pleasant, like a well rehearsed performance, both your perfected mannerisms shining and waltzing around each other in perfect grammar, politically correct opinions, and graceful table manners. To any outside eye, the two of you are the epitome of prim and proper, a vision of what an upstanding couple should look like, nothing scandalous or eye catching as the two of you amble around, getting to know each other.

But that’s all it is, a superbly done play and both of you can feel the weight of the falseness heavy upon your shoulders as you keep your smile from unbecomingly stretching across your face, as Osamu bites back his usual snarky verbiage.

You’re grateful for the frequent interruptions from both your rowdy clan members, feeling the pressure lift off of you just a bit when Nishinoya comes racing across the field, not a hint of reservation as he excitedly rambles and shouts about the latest gossip he’s heard, when Tanaka comes storming over and manhandles the shorter man into leaving the two of you alone. And as aggravating as Atsumu can be, Osamu is secretly glad when the annoying blonde takes it upon himself to crash most of your outings together, allowing himself the brief leisure of resting his meticulously crafted mask as his twin yaps on and on unhindered to you.

But his gratitude for Atsumu only goes so far and despite how hard Osamu has tried to keep up appearances in front of you, it was only a matter of time before he lost his composure the more and more his more obnoxious counterpart loitered around the two of you, hogging all your attention to himself.

Osamu isn’t a jealous person, or so he had thought, but his moral compass has always skewed heavily whenever his twin is involved and he can feel his frustration and temper rise when Atsumu’s interruptions become more than a slight reprieve, capturing your attention, not even leaving scraps for Osamu to work with.

And maybe, just maybe, he can admit that he is jealous....jealous of how easy it is for Atsumu to always be himself no matter the situation, no matter who’s around, never a care or worry about what others think of him.

That feeling festers, slowly boiling, temperature rising, until it comes to a full throttle and Osamu can no longer bite back his typical scathing tone he uses with his brother, icy tone ordering the rambunctious man to leave the two of you the fuck alone.

“Last time I checked, ‘Sumu, you’re not the one getting married. So either go find someone who’ll be willing to put up with you or find another couple to third-wheel with.”

Of course that’s not the end of it because God forbid Atsumu grows up and lets Osamu have the last word for once and before he even realizes what’s happening, a body is crashing into his and they immediately begin growling and snarling at each other as they wrestle each other, throwing jabs and kicks, completely forgetting the bystander watching the two men in awe.

But when your roaring laughter fills the air, Osamu freezes, disbelief and curiosity curling inside of him as he turns to see if that uncouth hyena guffaw is truly coming from you, only to be amazed when he sees you practically bent in half, wheezing, face scrunched in giddy lines as you continue howling in amusement. And despite how “unseemly” your appearance is, he thinks you’re the most beautiful like this, something warm growing inside him when he basks in the essence of your pure joy for the first time.

Unfortunately it’s short lived and he hides the pout forming on his lips when you notice his eyes on you, murmuring apologies left and right as you abruptly resume your typical ladylike stance and countenance, no proof of the genuine beauty he had seen just seconds ago other than the embarrassed look on your face. And like an infection your shame spreads and he scrambles to his feet (slightly getting one last kick in and hiding a smile at Atsumu’s whine), quickly brushing himself off and deeply bowing and apologizing for his own childish behavior.

But as he plays the ever perfect gentleman, protectively strolling with you and guiding you back home, the cogs in his mind begin to turn, a determined glint entering his gaze.

You’re clearly not the prim and proper angel he had thought you were and obviously, you don’t mind his more...explosive side, if your mirth earlier as your fiance rolled around on the ground like a fool is anything to go by.

Forget prim, proper, and perfect. He wants to know more about who you really are hidden underneath the elegant layers you’ve been shielding yourself with, reveal his own true nature to you, marry your flaws and strengths together as you build a life even better than perfect, something visceral, something real, something more tangible than the whimsical dreams of fairy tale romances.

He takes the first step, his desire to break down your barriers giving him the confidence he needs to be more vulnerable. But even then, there’s slight trepidation as he bustles around the kitchen, wondering what you would think of his cooking hobby, hoping and wishing for your acceptance and approval despite how uncommon, maybe even looked down upon, it is in your society for a man to be rummaging around a woman’s domain.

But he’s good at what he does. He knows he is. And with that thought, he resolves himself to skillfully molding the onigiri he’s renowned for among his own clan, taking extra pains to make sure each one is perfectly filled, shaped, and decorated, snooping around and subtly asking your clan mates what your favorite flavors and ingredients are and incorporating them. Pleased with the final results, he sends a message for you to meet him in a secluded section of the park the two of you often frequent.

Used to Osamu coming to your chambers and walking with you right from the start, you’re surprised by the request to meet him and your heart flutters when you realize the specific location he’s chosen is one you run away to and use to hide from the world when you just need time and space for yourself, a location you’ve never told anyone about before, a safe haven and oasis you call your own. You’re surprised by how little you care about sharing this secret place with him, something bubbly and warm eliciting a smile on your face as you hike up your skirts and rush towards your fiance, laughing in the wind and ignoring the chiding from Suga and Asahi to “stop running” and “act like a lady”.

But as you near your destination, you do slow down, nervously gnawing at your bottom lip as your fingers comb through your wind tousled hair, smoothing out your skirts and making sure there’s no leftover signs of your delinquent behavior. And putting years of etiquette lessons into practice, you gracefully stroll towards the man you’re here to meet. Only to be startled out of your picturesque poise by the gorgeous spread in front of you.

Candles and lanterns flicker in the soft breeze, encasing and basking the area in their ethereal glow. Luxurious rugs and pillows are artfully splayed out across the floor, turning the grassy lawn into the most wondrous lounge you’ve ever seen and it takes all your willpower not to squeal and pounce in the ridiculously plush field. But what really takes your breath away is how Osamu’s chiseled face radiates in the warm light of the gentle fires blazing around him, a smile dancing on his lips when he takes in your wide entranced eyes, and you can feel your face warm, heart beating a mile a minute when you realize that he’s done all this just for you, a woman he hardly knows. And you quickly make your way towards him, blabbering on and on about how this is over the top, how he absolutely didn’t have to do any of this, how you can’t believe he went through all this trouble for you. Only to be silenced when he cuts you off with a single sentence topped with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen.

“I did it because I wanted to.”

Stunned and still overwhelmed that almost a complete stranger has done something so lavish, so special, so selfless, just for you, you obediently let him beckon you and guide you to a seated position, sighing in bliss when you nestle among the myriad of fabrics, pleased that they feel just as nice, if not better, than what you had imagined. You excitedly watch as he rummages through the picnic basket he’s packed, realizing then just how hungry you actually are, and once again your jaw drops and you wonder if any of this is real, unsure how it’s possible for him to keep on pulling more and more items from the container until pristine glasses filled with refreshing liquids and ornate porcelain plates heaping with the most perfect onigiri you’ve ever seen entirely cover the empty space of the fabric spread surrounding you.

Senses still in overdrive, it’s all you can do to mindlessly grab the onigiri he offers you and bring it to your lips. But when your teeth sink into the delicate layers of seaweed and rice, the taste of your favorite filling slamming into your tastebuds, you’re jolted back to reality and suddenly any decorum you’ve learned is thrown out the window and Osamu bursts out laughing, a pleased flush on his face when you begin raving and practically dancing in your seat about how delicious the rice ball is as you simultaneously shove more bites into your mouth, your cheeks expanding not unlike the little chipmunks he sees prancing around the area. And when you realize just how unrefined you appear as the last bits of the onigiri are swallowed, an embarrassed apology on the tip of your tongue, he boldly reaches out to grab your hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m glad you enjoyed them so much.”

But it’s his turn to be embarrassed when you tentatively sidle up to him, allowing your bodies to touch as you lean into his side, continuing to hold his hand, looking up at him under fluttering lashes as you ask him where he’d gotten the food from. And this time it’s he who quietly murmurs that he had actually made these himself, apprehensive of what your reaction will be to finding out this secret tidbit, only for his own jaw to drop and gape in surprise when there’s not a second of hesitation or judgement as you look at him in awe, begging him to teach you his recipe.

Needless to say, whispers and rumors run amok as Osamu and you hog and hoard the kitchen at all hours of the day and night, some older and more traditional maids and servants looking on scandalously as Osamu rolls up his sleeves and slaves over pots and pans, the majority of your clan and Inarizaki just rolling their eyes with fond smiles on their faces as they watch the two of you in a flurry or chaos, food everywhere, stains on your clothes when the both of you proudly share your finished products that everyone, even those grumpy old naggers, enjoys.

One day, when the kitchen becomes particularly messy as Osamu accidentally spills flour all over you in his attempt to reach for the highly perched bag, there’s a brief moment of tension when you loudly gasp as white powder swirls all around you and your fiance awkwardly stands in place unsure whether to laugh or be mortified about the mess he’s made of you. But just as he comes to his senses and frantically looks around for a towel or rag to help clean you with, he yelps when something collides with his head, shortly followed by a cold slimy trail slipping down the nape of his neck, whipping his head around to look at you in shock.

When he sees the bowl of eggs strategically placed next to you, the broken eggshells at his feet, and the smug grin on your face, he stands at attention, meeting the challenging look in your eyes with his own competitive gleam. And then there’s only a whirlwind of commotion as the two of you scream and uproariously giggle, racing around the kitchen, ducking behind cabinets, finding anything and everything to chuck at the other, only stopping when Daichi and Kita finally put an end to the madness, trying to stay stern as they bite back their own laughter and relief at seeing the two of you get along so well.

The two of you profusely bow in apology, swearing you’ll clean up the mess you’ve made, but the second your two clan heads leave, you simultaneously peek at each other, softly chuckling at how filthy you both look. And as Osamu carefully plucks bits of egg shells from your hair and as you affectionately wipe his face clean of flour, eggs, and everything else that’s managed to get stuck, the two of you feel the stirrings of something more than just duty and responsibility, more than even just friendship or attraction, growing inside of you.

That feeling expands and blossoms inside the two of you, never ceasing to move and swirl inside both your hearts before clamoring into a resounding crescendo on your wedding day. And as Osamu and you both try to fight back tears of happiness and belonging, tears of everything falling into place, tears of life just making sense when you stand beside each other at the altar, the two of you thank whoever’s listening that you’re bound to each other for all of eternity.

The wedding is a joyous and rowdy affair and your stomach aches from laughing nonstop, feet sore from never ending rounds of dancing, eyes and hands unable to to be torn from your husband who is likewise as enamored as you. Both of you just stick out your tongues and ignore the teasing gags and hollering from both your clan mates as the two of you remain glued to each other all night. And as the evening draws to an end and Atsumu drunkenly shouts at both of you to get a room, your face heats and your stomach swoons when Osamu just cheekily smiles back and says that the both of you will do just that before swooping you up in his arms and carrying you out bridal style, wishing everyone farewell as he whisks you away to the amusement of your friends and family, raucous encouragements being shouted in your wake while you hide your embarrassed face in the crook of his shoulder, meekly waving goodbye to the cheering crowds.

But that atmosphere changes when you enter the room set aside for the two of you to spend your wedding night, the first evening of your lifelong union, and it feels like all those moons ago when the two of you first met as slightly trembling hands wrap around each other in a tentative embrace, lips hesitatingly pressing against each other in an inquisitive manner. Fingers brush against buttons, zippers, and ribbons. Fabric rustles as they’re shakily removed and placed aside. And then it’s just the two of you as you are, nothing hiding you from the other as eyes and fingertips gently roam and explore new territory.

It starts off slow as the two of you take your time mapping every line and curve now laid bare for your greedy eyes and hands, tasting each other, revelling in the little moans and grunts that fill the room as pert nipples are teased, teeth nip at the junction where neck meets shoulder, hips languidly grind and rub against each other.

Osamu’s head falls back as your fingers curiously wrap around his throbbing shaft, testing different strokes, and he returns your actions by slipping one long finger inside of you, hungrily staring at the way your mouth unconsciously opens, a tiny mewl escaping you from the delicious intrusion. You try your best to keep up your ministrations, gliding your hand up and down the velvety warmth heavy in your hands, but your movements become sloppy as the silver haired minx on top of you teasingly takes his time, painstakingly prepping you and stretching you out, only adding a new finger when your hips desperately shake and squirm in a silent plea for more.

But even three fingers in, it’s not enough, and you can’t help the petulant whine that leaves your mouth, the wanton begging for your husband to hurry up, eyes practically rolling in your head when he finally presses the tip of his cock against your fluttering and wanting entrance, eagerly awaiting the feeling of his shaft filling your desperate hole. Yet Osamu has different plans and you let out a choked sob when instead he slides the tip of his erection up and down your sensitive folds, patiently watching your building slick coat his mushroomed head, making sure you’re completely ready to take him.

You snap at him, tears beginning to form in your eyes from the denial and frustration, words coming out more demanding and bratty than you had intended as you order him to get on with it already. But you immediately regret your actions, whimpering when dark eyes sternly stare you down, pinning you in place and forcing you to clamp your mouth shut.

“Who knew a virgin like you could be such a demanding whore.”

The demeaning words have no right to affect you the way they do and you only become more agitated, a lance of arousal piercing through you and making you squirm from his tone and choice of phrase. You want him. You need him. And you thrash underneath him, futilely trying to force his cock inside of you, only to sob and submissively freeze at his next words.

“Stop moving or I’m going to tie you up and tease you all night.”

You feel like helpless prey, no fight left in you to resist, your energy spent obeying him, trying your best to stay put, fingers clawing into the rumpled bed sheets underneath you. And Osamu feels pride swell in his chest at how good you are, how perfect you’re behaving for him as he takes his time, fingers curling and gliding against your gummy walls, scissoring as they go in and out of tight hole, not stopping until you’re literally gushing, leaking juices everywhere, salty watery trails leaking from your eyes as your body shivers from pent up arousal and desire.

He can’t take his eyes off of you as his cock begins to breach your drenched entrance, enraptured by every flutter of your lashes, every change in your expression as he sinks deeper and deeper, branding every moment in his memory as you allow yourself to touch him, digging your nails into his upper arms as you come to terms with the sensation of being stuffed full. You moan, sinking into the tender kiss he offers as he finally bottoms out, tongues swirling around each other as you soak in the feeling of being so intimately connected.

But Osamu smirks when you make it known that enough is enough and he lightly bites your lower lip in playful punishment when you insistently rock your hips, hissing when you clamp down on his cock and let out whining sounds, too far gone to even verbally tell him what you want. Maybe next time he’ll be stricter about your bratty tendencies, but he supposes you’ve done well considering it’s your first time together and he relents.

A high pitched keen echoes through the room as Osamu picks up a steady rhythm, neck arching and mouth falling open as his cock drags against your walls with every snap of his hips, drowning in how deep and purposeful every stroke is, panting loudly as his heavy balls slap against your ass. He groans when your legs instinctively wrap around him as he brings a hand to fondle your aroused clit, forcing him closer, deeper, unwilling to leave any space between the two of you. And he’s on the same page as you, his torso leaning down, the new position having him hit new places inside of you that have you gasping, as he takes one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, sucking and watching in dark amusement as your eyes roll back in your head from all the stimulation.

He swears he could die happy like this, his cock enveloped in your tight wet warmth, your delectable tits in his mouth, your face contorted lewdly as pleasure wracks through the both of you. But you have a lifetime together now, endless time for him to play and ruin you any and every way he wants. So he focuses his attention solely back on you, releasing your nipple with a wet plop before leering down at you, a predatory razor sharp grin slicing across his handsome features, internally cooing at how you tighten around him as you nervously gulp.

“Your breasts are delicious, love. Can’t wait until I knock you up and your tits swell with milk. Bet it’ll taste so good. Wonder if there’ll be enough for the kids and me. Maybe we can save some for any more baking experiments we try. Would you like that? Want me to turn you into a pretty cow housewife? Maybe I’ll just keep you in the kitchen with a breast pump attached to you when I’m busy with work. Turn you into just another piece of useful kitchen equipment.”

This time he doesn’t hide his amusement at your expense when you respond by breathily chanting his name over and over again, telling him how close you are between little gasps and mewls as he continues pistoning in and out of your slick pussy, his pace increasing, rhythm beginning to rocket out of control as his own end becomes imminent.

But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t wreck you first and he continues his verbal onslaught, low drawl teasing as he tells you what a slut you are for getting off on his humiliating words, praising you for how amazing you feel and look, like you were made for him, like you were made to be used and fucked by him, only him, for the rest of your life-

Your wail cuts him off as you tumble over the edge, half screaming and sobbing as you’re forced to delirious heights and depths of pleasure you’ve never felt before, nails leaving wicked red marks in their wake as you claw at him out of pure instinct as he continues fucking in and out of you, losing any control and restraint he had as he chases his own end. Your pulsating walls milk his cock for all its worth and he groans, slamming fully into you one last time as he spills thick white spurts deep inside of you,

And then there’s only quiet intermingled with the sounds of both your panting breaths as you bask in the afterglow, humming in content as Osamu slowly lowers himself, making your husband chuckle in surprise when you tighten your legs that are still wrapped around him when he threatens to pull out and lay down by your side.

How can he deny that tired pout on your face as you silently nudge him back on top of you?

So he remains buried inside of you, letting himself be manhandled into laying on top of you and merely rolling his eyes fondly as you treat him like an oversized body pillow, your legs and now your arms wrapping around him, holding him tightly against you, uncaring of how the both of you are still covered in your combined messes. And as he watches you fall into a deep slumber, body exhausted, a blissed out smile on your face, he allows his own eyes to close shut, telling himself that he’d just clean the both of you up whenever he woke up, thankful that of all the people in the world that he could have been married off to, fate chose you.

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