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harmonysanreads · 1 year

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hi! if this interests you in any way, yan xiao and yan scara with s/o who's naturally kind to everyone, not only them? would they want to hoard their s/o's sunshine to themselves only, would they go through unholy lengths to keep them away from others so they're kind only to them? kind of :)

Hiii! I think we all can agree that these two would adore a kind s/o, in fact, your kindness will accelerate their yandere tendencies. Xiao and Scaramouche are similar yet vastly different in their approach and intentions to such a situation.

Scaramouche would 100% hoard your kindness, monopolizing it thereafter. His methodology merely varies depending on the most prominent periods of his existence.

Kabukimono, who's an infant to every little wonder of this world, takes just a little while to grasp the warmth of your glow. When he does, he understands its necessity to him by comparing it to the air that humans so desperately need to survive. Kabukimono tries to give you the benefit of the doubt for a while, too, but much like a child, he'll quickly become pouty when he sees you showering others in the same kindness. What, was it wrong for him to think himself a little special? He'll probably just follow you around like a duckling (not that he already doesn't everyday) and stare blankly at the person til they get uncomfortable and leave. Should you raise a brow at him—ah no, you can't. After all, he's just an innocent puppet who can barely comb his own hair, he's still new to all this. So, you have no other choice but to take the liberty of teaching him, digging your own grave.

Kunikuzushi is far more expressive and desperate, this is where his protective nature starts to dominate. The world is cruel and ugly, the humans you're so carelessly allowing to take advantage of you? They'll all crush you, extinguish your light. He cannot allow those vermins to greedily take all your attention. Kunikuzushi is also reckless, you try to understand him even when its apparent something is terribly wrong with him but does it affect anything? Yes, it merely strengthens his belief that you should be protected from the filth of the world.

The Balladeer, oh, is he smitten (all his incarnations are but that's besides the point). But unlike his younger selves he has all the means and an equally uncaring mindset for others necessary to actually take action. When he's certain that your kindness isn't just a fad, he's not allowing anyone else to bask in its glow. He's the most unhesitant to do so and you have no choice but to follow along his whims, burdened by your own kindness that deters you from even blaming him.

For Wanderer, it'd take more time than Kabukimono to develop that sort of jealously. Having just recovered his past memories, he's a little overwhelmed, if not confused with his next course of action. At the same time, he's trying to be better. So, letting another person have that kind of grasp on him again will result in prolonged inner debates. He appreciates your kindness albeit, he can't help but wonder if you would still smile at him the same had you known of his past crimes. The anemo vision might've become Wanderer's heart but he still lacks a will to live and if you were to become that will? It's not a stretch to say he wouldn't try to keep all your attention on him and boy does he succeed. All those centuries of trial and error has taught him much and it's finally time to put that experience to good use.

Xiao on the other hand takes much, much more time, not.. necessarily or soley to develop that envy but the awareness of what on Teyvat he's actually doing. The intricacies of human emotions fly over Xiao's head, the only thing he cares to understand is that he likes it when you go out of your way to nurse his wounds despite his protests and pushes, when you greet him and ask how his day went (to which he always answers the same) or as you routinely bring him almond tofu despite his insistence that you needn't do so every single day. He isn't exactly surprised when he sees you treating others similarly, he might even consider himself the lucky one for having the blessing of your warmth. The only instance I see him, technically, hoarding your benevolence is if the people around you meant you harm. Xiao would then simply dispose of them but when that doesn't work anymore? Although it might take immense amount of contemplation and an equally strong push, until Xiao has no choice but to arrange his Adepti realm for a proper stay.

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plutonianeris · 1 year

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a message from 13 year old you ‧₊˚✩彡 [letter] 💓🍬

this is a general reading. take what resonates and leave what doesn't. scroll through the images & choose based on your inner guidance and gut feeling. ⛓️ *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ if you feel guided to: tip jar💘 ✧.*

Pile one ‧₊˚✩彡

"what did I tell you? I always knew it would work out in the end. I was always knew the pain wasn't going to last forever. It hurt to be treated that way by the people closest to me, especially the women in my life. there was always so much confusion growing up. people would say pretty things but there body language would show something else. I felt caged in my connections. But I always had some faith. I always had a feeling that the universe was watching out for me... for us. that it was sending us signs. that eventually I would be able to enjoy life to the fullest without feeling guilty for it. without feeling like I had to compare myself to the versions of me that they wanted me to be. I hope you know now that those versions don't exist. that we weren't born to be dolls for other people to dress up and control and shove words and opinions in their mouth and to gargle and spit back up. I doubted my intellgience so much.. underestimated my creativity. but looking at you now.. looking at us... I feel so proud. dont forget about me please! I always believed in you. even on those days where you couldnt stand to look in the mirror. I was on your side this whole time, its just that sometimes you werent listening. But now looking at you, you are everything I ever wanted to be. Im so glad I didnt give up. You deserve it all. the world. your dreams. im rooting for you. heres to more blessings and abundance."

Pile two ‧₊˚✩彡

"remember the way everyone would make fun of us for the weird things we did? Our odd expressions and the questions we asked and how we laughed out loud and our desire to see the world. how it always labeled as silly. I know it had made us dull our self expression for a little while. How we forced ourselves to shrink down, to fake laugh to the mean comments, or "oh this? not a big deal" or "its not that good.." so many of those... just to blend in better with our friends and family at the time. to make them like us. to see if that would make them stop criticizing so damn much. I hope we no longer are letting comments like that slide. I hope we dress like the way we always wanted to in our head but were to afraid to wear out. I hope we didn't let the world extinguish our playful nature. life felt like heartbreak after another. what do you know about love? youre just a kid. they deformed the way we saw it for a long time. but not anymore. It makes me emotional.. the way you never let go my hand. and how you always carried me along with you in your heart. Of course, now you call me your inner child. Or I guess inner teen. Ha, inner tween. Thank you for always being my friend. I see now that you are always what I was meant to be. Out of all the stars in the sky, we shine the brightest, you and me."

Pile three ‧₊˚✩彡

"you are so beautiful... wow we really are so different now. But I still see hints of me in you. in your smirk and your mischievous laugh and in your questioning glances and sharp stare when someone gets a little bit too close to our personal space. I admire the way your presence can make someone nervously glance away. I use to feel so powerless.. so many things I did to try to gain some control, even if it meant hurting myself and pushing away the people I love. I love how vulnerable you are. I really did see it as a weakness but looking at you now, it makes me realize how brave you are. of putting yourself out there despite the uncertainty. of taking that chance even if could end up badly. even if you could end up with a broken heart it seems like you no longer find sastification in staying in the darkness. I understand, its.. well, lonely... being alone. Do you think you could take me with you? That part of you... that is still afraid. do you think you could tell me? tell me that I am not broken or incomplete that there is nothing wrong with me. that I am not the worst thing that has ever happened to me or will happen to me. Reassure me? Tell me that some things we have to do even when we are afraid. that its terrifying and nerve wracking and makes our palms sweat. but then once we do it, it's glorious, it's liberating, it's everything we have ever dreamed of and more. I see it now. Take me with you. Do you see me? I see you. The way you look at the world and want to devour it. I see you now, with a crown atop your head. how you wear it so gracefully..."

Pile four ‧₊˚✩彡

"So many times.... I was so close to giving up. to listening to that little voice in my head that kept telling me over and over again that there was no point. that the feeling and the ache in my chest would last forever. that it was always going to be me versus the world. me versus me. that everything around me would always be dull and gray and that I would always be blue. I doubted my self-worth so much. It was practically non-existent. I still do in some ways now when I pop up and invalidate the way you feel, shrugging my shoulders wondering if maybe we are actually deserving of this happiness... of this success. it feels foreign. like its not really mine.. well, ours. We're not in a really good situation right now and my parents are trying to hide things from me that im just too big now to pretend not to notice. they don't make me feel that protected anymore. and that hurts me a lot. whose gonna take care of me now? Im so glad youre here now. Im so glad we got to grow up and that we survived. and im so glad that now that we survive we can actually live. Thank you for reminding that we can let go now. that theres no room for a pity party anymore. thank you for letting me know that your'e not going to leave me behind. thank you for keeping my memory alive. thank you for looking back at me with kind and loving eyes. but most of all, thank you for fighting for me. I know I can easily lie and say "everything is fine" but thank you for showing me that it eventually it is. thank you proving to me that eventually I will say its fine. its okay. its great even. and that I, that we, actually mean it."

#pac #pick a deck #pick a photo #pick a picture #pick a pile #astro tarot #astrology #intuitive reading #pick a pile reading #pick an image reading #self growth #self help tarot #daily tarot #tarot #plutonianeris #pick a card reading #pick a deck reading

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unhelpfulfemme · 8 months

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I feel like the Grysk work way better than the Yuuzhan Vong as the "nebulous threat" that Thrawn is fighting against because they are clearly tailor made to highlight how wrong Thrawn can be due to his own personal weaknesses.

The entire plot of the Ascendancy trilogy is the Grysk gaining footing through 100% political means - they use espionage to discover the internal divisions and weak points of a country's political system and then attack that, an issue that is probably better addressed through collaboration and the strengthening of the country's political culture and institutions (the Chiss are so quick to abandon their national interests in the face of internal divisions). Thrawn wins every single battle in that trilogy and yet everyone, including himself, is way worse off than where they started and at great risk from the Grysks simply because the Chiss political system is so unstable and because their culture sees collaboration with other races as fundamentally undesirable.

And what Thrawn, who is also either incapable of or completely uninterested in thinking about politics, concludes from all this is, "Ah, yes, this is a problem that can only be solved by throwing more military power at it. Preferably military power run by an authoritarian state that tries to eradicate any trace of political pluralism, because that will make them less vulnerable to the exploitation of the political actors' rivalries and personal interests."

And then he spends, what, fifteen years working with people like Tarkin and Krennic, while having to constantly extinguish rebellions that are popping up everywhere due to the Empire's oppressive policies, and still somehow thinks that the Grysks wouldn't be able to deal with the Empire easily. The Empire that didn't even need them to topple itself through internal conflict in less than a generation - if the Grysks wanted to conquer it, all they'd have to do is wait.

And after reading Lesser Evil I really think that at least part of it is due to some personal drives/needs he's not self-aware enough to address: he says it point-blank that he never believed the Ascendancy would give him an admiralship, and you see hints of his constant frustration at people not understanding him and him having to teach them (sometimes from a position of less power than they have, sometimes when they really don't care to be taught) both through Thrass's POV and through his very slight (but noticeable by his standards) emotional unraveling by the end of the book (e.s. the scene with Unghali where he gets all angry and scary).

Because he has never naturally arrived at the limit of his own competence but was always hamstrung by others, he has no means of differentiating between when he's theoretically right but the politics are obstructing him and when he's actually wrong and the solution is outside of his sphere of competence.

So of course that a political system where being a flag officer means that he gets to do whatever the fuck he wants as long as he convinces one guy of it, where he gets to teach people how to think better and pick only them for positions of power, in a country with no pesky norms about preemptive strikes that he constantly needs to rule lawyer around, sounds appealing.

It's not just about the Ascendancy now, it's also about showing what he can do when not too obstructed, and it's also the first time he has enough free reign to slam headfirst into the big wall of his own lack of capacity or desire to understand politics. But hey, at least he's free to fuck around and find out, not feeling constantly frustrated and overly controlled!

Truly the most character of all time, I love it. People complain about how Zahn babygirlified him in the new canon books just because they're from his POV when switching out the Vong for the Grysk makes him more unambiguously wrong than he was in Legends (where you got other people like Jacen Solo following the same rationale).

#thrawn #thrawn ascendancy

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manjiroismine · 2 months

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Manjiro is a maze that’s easy to understand when you look at it from a bigger picture so when you were the first to see no the first to truly reach in his caged and barb-wired heart he tried to push you away but you were persistent in being in his dangerous life slowly he felt himself falling for you usually he didn’t waste his time in such trivial acts but you were like a flame he couldn’t extinguish no matter how hard he tried

At first he saw you as a pest but now your something more then that why do you want him a wilted rose that has imperfect thorns everywhere you would allow yourself to get pricked just to be with him why? can’t he simply kill you like the other’s stop it stop it

It hurt’s stop reaching into his black heart when he would slap you purposely hurt you just for you to leave you persisted to stay quit it he fucking hate’s you this burning feeling in his chest making him wanna claw his heart out and crush it when he saw you cry when he hurt you this feeling he thought he sealed away killed Mikey

When you finally broke like a dam water pouring out and the pressure crushing his bone’s he couldn’t fathom this but it’s for the better of your not here he can’t hurt you anymore if your not here he can’t yell at you seeing your sad smile and crestfallen face

Compared to you he’s a filthy insect your a saint he will do anything just to see you smile even if that mean’s he’s not the person walking beside you if only you hadn’t walked through his maze he caged enclosed chained and locked

He wouldn’t feel such a way

#manjiro x reader #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #bonten x you #hajime kokonoi #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten x reader #wakasa x reader #rindou x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yan wakasa x reader #angst Manjiro x reader

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echoalyssa · 7 months

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Blinks | Brian O'Conner

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It was known throughout the entire crew that losing a car would hurt just as much as losing a person. We all knew that we had formed bonds with our cars in ways that no one would understand until they experienced it themselves. The second you sat in the driver’s seat; the car became an extension of yourself. The two of you were one, biological and material parts meshed together.

I’m on my knees, my hands are resting on top of my thighs, palms upward. The tears that seep from my eyes burn. Someone is crying so, so loud. There are hands on my shoulder’s keeping me from falling forward. I can’t even keep myself upright…

How had this happened? One second, I had been speeding down the mountain pass, and the next I was scrambling away from the burning wreckage.

The entire engine bay is in flames, thick plumes of smoke spiral up into the sky. His horn blares loudly. Both blinkers still flash at me and the last remaining headlight peers at me. I can smell my car burning, chunks of flames fall to the ground around it. He was so strong, holding on as long as he could. My car has reached its end though and the horn stutters before it cuts out completely. The remaining headlight goes dark, as if someone had just blown out a candle. Almost immediately, his blinkers go dark. The last blinks… his final goodbye as he went willingly to wherever the souls of cars go.

It's utterly silent now, except for the crackling of the flames and my sobs. The trees spiral high into the sky on all sides, almost sealing us from the world. A private death. He had sacrificed himself to save my life.

I can feel my boyfriend behind me, his fingers rubbing at the back of my neck soothingly. Brian had lost his eclipse earlier in the year, so he understood everything that was running through me. I had been building this car for just under two years. I had dumped thousands of dollars into it, replacing every part of a sixteen-year-old car that I could. And beyond everything, I had walked through life every day with this car by my side. My first car.

Every time I had needed a release, something to keep me sane, I would drive. There is no better partnership than a driver and their car. No one would ever know the car the way the driver would. But what is a driver without their car? Nothing.

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Brian

She sobs, she’s desperate, just trying to get to her car. I tighten my grip on her, whispering to her. All she wants is to throw herself into the flames. She pulls and strains against my hold and part of me worries that she might bruise under my fingers. I can see the life slowly leaving her car. There would be no coming back from a fire of that magnitude.

“Please Brian. Please!”

It’s quite possibly one of the saddest things that I have ever seen. Her car holds on as long as possible, crying for help but proud that it had fulfilled its promise of keeping her safe. There was barely a scratch on her. She’s sobbing so hard that I’m worried she’ll forget to breathe.

Hopefully, the rest of the crew would arrive with extinguishers soon. Maybe then she would be able to save something from the car. We could build another car, but it couldn’t just be any car. When choosing a car there was a feeling, that if it was right, it would just feel right.

I had taught her how to drive manual in this car all those years ago, we had had out first kiss standing on top of it. All of that, ripped away in a single second. Gone.

“Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay…” She whispers, so quiet and broken by her hiccupping breaths that I can barely hear it.

When the crew finally arrives, she is just sitting on the pavement staring numbly at the still burning frame of her first car. Her eyes are dry, having already spent all the tears, but there is a haunted look to them. As if, a part of her burned right along with her car.

Thick foam from the extinguishers coats the engine bay and the front fenders. The flames do not give up easily, fighting to stay alight. She watches the whole process in the same spot that she had been in for over an hour now.

When the flames are finally gone and all that is left is the ash, she stands up. She picks her way over to the corpse and then lowers herself to the ground in front of the frame. Her forehead falls forward, landing on the car’s bumper. She presses her palm flat against it.

It’s a hauntingly beautiful picture. A last goodbye.

I let her take as much time as she needs but it is getting cold. I shrug off my jacket and approach her slowly. I drape it over her shoulders and lean down to press a kiss to her temple. I use the back of my hand to brush the tears from her face and then brush the stray strands of her hair away from her eyes.

“If you knew it was your last drive, would you have still gone?”

“Yes.” She whispers, without hesitation.

#brian oconner #brian o'conner imagine #brian o'conner x reader #fast and furious #paul waker #paul walker x reader

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 1 year

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As someone who loves Ginny, don't you think Ginny deserves better than Harry?

No. To be fair, though, it'll forever be a better argument against hinny than the idea that Harry deserves better than Ginny.

The only actual "problem"

The thing is, the story ends with Harry having a giant debt towards Ginny, but that part about Harry wanting to talk with Ginny for hours, days, and years, is meant to make the reader understand that the debt will be extinguished.

The reason why the reunion between Harry and Ginny can't be shown is this: the second Harry goes back to Ginny he's not moving from there but the plot of the Chosen One needs to end with Ron and Hermione, they are the Chosen One's companions.

That dichotomy that exists in HBP between the Chosen One and Harry continues in DH, and as in HBP, Ginny is associated with Harry. Every time you see Harry Potter thinking about Ginny in DH, it is Harry prevailing over the Chosen One.

Ginny is the most important person to Harry, this is shown a billion of times in the last two books but to the Chosen One? Well, not only she is not his companion, she is a bit of a pain in the ass. She is a living representation of everything that exists outside of killing Voldemort. He is not supposed to think about her.

It's what Ron doesn't understand when he accuses Harry of not caring about Ginny. That accusation shakes Harry so much that he starts wishing not that Ginny is thinking of him but that she knows he is thinking of her. You could also see that as the moment Harry starts acknowledging the existence of that debt we were talking about.

That said, the actual very last scene of the series is between Harry and Ginny and it's a very explicit parallel to the first time Harry saw Ginny in 1991. Again, with the last chapter, we see the end of the Chosen One story, but Harry's one? That ends in the Epilogue with Ginny. She is never meant to be his companion during the war, but his future. As I said many times before, Ginny has her own story, what kind of equal to Harry could she ever be if she was dragged into the role of his assistant? Not that it would actually work with Ginny's personality, you'd need to re-title the books.

Is he good for her?

That whole matter aside, Harry is great for Ginny.

He shares her love for Quidditch, and for both of them it's a representation of freedom, they have the same values, priorities the same things, and have the same way of processing their emotions. Ginny, who hates to be vulnerable because it always comes at a cost for her, finds in Harry someone that since he was twelve never made her pay for that vulnerability.

Ginny finds in Harry not only someone she can make laugh or that can make her laugh but someone she can build jokes with, a teammate. It's also important to note that humour is part of their communication style, they use it also in highly emotional conversations. It's not that obvious to find someone you share that with.

Harry has the power of grounding and calming Ginny, something that very clearly no one else can do.

He displays a willingness to show himself vulnerable that he never really offers anyone else (with maybe the exception of Sirius on some level).

His overprotectiveness balances out her recklessness. Harry's overprotectiveness would suffocate anyone that doesn't have Ginny's hatred for being protected, and in the same way, Ginny's excessive need of being independent would stray her away from anyone who can't contrast her on that.

He seeks light and joy and is kind after all the darkness he is gone through which is the same thing Ginny does. Their connection to Voldemort is a shared experience for sure but it's not what makes them compatible. It's the fact that they respond in the same way to it. It's crazy how people take that for granted. And on that note, they have the same emotional resilience.

And also, a very underappreciated thing, Harry breaks out of his bubble of self-centrism for her and actually observes someone else's life. Not because there's some mystery to solve but because it's Ginny and observing her surrounded by friends, learning about how she influences other people's lives, the relationships with her brothers, is worth it.

In the end...

I think believing after a first read of the books that Ginny deserves better is a reasonable perception but overall an incorrect one.

#harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny

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pochipop · 2 years

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＃ GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — SNEZHNAYA DOES NOT BELIEVE IN TEARS (CHILDE X READER).

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Snezhnaya isn't always so bitter and cold.

Sure, the winter is unrelenting, the snow piles high, up and above the heads of small children who know of nothing else outside the nation's borders, —but there's warmth to be found in this icy place. Warmth comes and goes like the frosty winds that sweep across the land. It's fleeting, and painfully unreliable, but perhaps the worst part of it all is that you reach for it every single time it comes back around, no matter how long it's been without a single flickering flame off in the distance to let you know it hasn't been extinguished.

Childe comes and goes as he pleases. He's a Fatui Harbinger first, and your lover second. You know that to be the case, even when he denies it, even when he insists to you that he does what he does in order to build a better life, —for himself first, then his family and you, because you've "always been included in that from the day I fell in love with you." Family. It's nice to think about, but it's hard to imagine that Childe sees you so fondly when he hardly ever sees you at all these days. His visits have gotten shorter, only lasting a week at most, and they're now few and far between. His travels have gotten longer, and he comes back with more injuries than he ever has before.

But you can't seem to let him go, no matter what he does, no matter what he says, no matter how many times he disappears into the distance and leaves you hanging by a thread for days, weeks, months. . . You wait. You turn down the men that only swing by the confectionery shop you work at to flirt with you while they mindlessly order small boxes of chocolates or fudge. You go home to an empty bed, saving his side just in case he crawls in through the window again in the dead of night. You hold that shirt of his that he left at your apartment not-so-accidentally half a year ago to the lower half of your face, breathing in whatever's left of his scent after all this time. It's fading, just like he is. . . But you won't wash it, nor will you wash yourself clean of him. The ties between him and you have turned into iron chains. Sometimes, they curl around your neck and pull taut until you're sputtering, falling to your knees on the floor next to his side of the bed.

You weep. You worry. You drive yourself mad wondering if he's okay, if he's injured, if he's doing alright. And then he waltzes his way back in like he never left, —and you should be angry. You should probably hate him by now after all the sleepless nights and harrowing days he's put you through, but the moment he returns with that arrogant laugh and that cocky smile, you've already lost the fight. He opens his arms and you've slotted yourself between them before you have half the mind to stop yourself, letting him hold you even though he doesn't deserve to. The thick fur of his coat tickles your neck, then weighs heavily on your spine when he sheds it like an unneeded extra layer of skin and places it around your shoulders.

Now's the time when you should shove it off, look him dead in those ocean blue eyes and tell him that you're tired of this, —that it's all too much, and you deserve better. But when he's here, he's the best man you could ever ask for. He's doting, even when his body aches and it's hard for him to move around properly. He understands when you crack under the pressure, letting you cry on his shoulder as he rubs little circles into your skin by the fire. It crackles, and your heart sings for him. Childe is all you've ever wanted. For so many years, you've watched him grow and change, becoming the person he is today who is many things: some good, some bad. But the bitter truth remains that you are an affair, second to his job that he works for tirelessly. As long as he's a Harbinger, the only place you'll ever have is as a homewrecker.

Here you are though. . . Again.

"Easy," he requests, voice strained from the pulse of his aching ribs, "—I missed you too."

"It's been two months since I last saw you, Childe," you comment, sounding much more bitter than you'd intended. "No letters, no nothing, and I. . . I was scared something had happened. Something bad."

Guilt floods through his veins. He hadn't even realized it had been quite that long. His tireless work which often requires an intense amount of traveling is known to easily allow him to lose track of time. Still, he knows he should have sent someone to give you a message somewhere in between his camp setups. He should have done more to ensure that you weren't losing sleep over him.

"I'm sorry," he relents, voice thick with melancholy. "Time gets away from me on jobs. That's not an excuse, though. I need to be more mindful of your feelings, and I'll work on that."

You hate this. When he has time to spare for you, the last thing you want to do is spend it talking about all the ways he's made you worry or feel small unwittingly. In a way, you feel equally responsible for your own feelings. He never misrepresented himself to you after all. . . You knew what you were getting yourself into, and you jumped headfirst into the fire. Because Childe, above all things, is warm.

"We can talk about it later," you mumble against the skin of his neck.

Later will likely never come, but you're keen on overlooking that. For now, at least. Until he leaves once more in a few days time, and you're forced to reconcile with loneliness again. And so the cycle will begin; he leaves, and you tell yourself this is the last time. When he comes back, you'll pull yourself free of his grasp: the one that's ice cold sometimes, but still manages to nip at your moth-eaten, frostbitten heart. But then the next time comes around, and you find yourself in his embrace again.

"People are starting to stare."

They're common folk from the looks of it, just regular citizens of Snezhnaya, same as you. Even so, it's impossible to know when someone may be working as an informant. Childe's head on a platter is worth at least a couple hundred million Mora. . .

"You're pretty," Childe notes, a playful smile pulling at the corners of his lips, "they can't help themselves."

That's far removed from the reality of the situation, but his comment still makes you giggle. The truth is that Childe is somewhat of a Snezhnayan celebrity; much as all the Harbingers are. They rule with an iron fist over a great deal of politics, trade, travel, economic systems, and social functionality. The Harbingers are well respected, but also immeasurably feared. That is the real reason all the people have begun to throw glances your way. You're with Childe.

"Hardly," you brush the comment off, stifling a giggle.

"Hardly?" Childe parrots, "—Don't be so modest. You're the most beautiful person in Snezhnaya. In all of Teyvat, even. And trust me, I've probably seen every inch of this world. Parts of other worlds too, and none of it compares to you."

He means it. Not just outerly, though he does think your physical beauty is utterly unmatched, —but internally. When he's down and wondering if he should even bother to pull himself back up, he thinks of you, and you give him the strength he needs to move forward. He thinks of your smile, the way your eyes reflect starlight, the way your bleeding heart welcomes him and gives him shelter. When he sleeps beside you, he likes to imagine that he's sunken into your being, and that you've sunken into him. He sleeps behind your ribcage, right next to your beating heart, and you sleep next to his.

"You're laying it on thick tonight," you comment.

His compliments pile up like the snow at your feet, and you know what that means.

"You're not staying for long, are you?"

The glimmer in his eyes dies out a little as his face falls, and you wish you hadn't said anything. It's too late now though.

". . . Things haven't been easy since Rosalyne's death," he says. "Her work has been mitigated to the rest of us, and I've been given the tasks that require the most travel, since I'm the one who leaves Snezhnaya the most."

He's avoiding the question, and you sigh; warm breath hitting the cold air in a little cloud of vapor.

"You'll be gone by morning then?" You ask.

Childe opens his mouth to speak, but you already know the answer, so he purses his lips together a few seconds later. There's no point in rubbing salt in the wound.

"Let's go," you prompt, pulling him by the hand. "It's freezing, and you don't have a coat anymore."

"I don't really need one," he assures you, "I was born and raised here in Snezhnaya, after all. I'm more than used to the weather."

You just want to get inside. Both because your fingers have started to go numb, and because you know Childe has injuries that you're keen on looking after before the sun rises and daybreak comes. By then, he'll be gone again, and you'll be left to wait for him once more.

The way snow crunches under his feet is an almost comforting sound. It's been a while since you've heard it. There's a certain something to every little thing he does, —as if the world all but bends for his will and the universe seeks to bow at his feet. He's the only man alive you'd wait this long for.

He squeezes your hand as if to say "I'm sorry."

And you squeeze his in return to let him know that it's okay, —everything is fine— even though it isn't. It never really has been. But when this coat is draped over your shoulders, his fingers have laced with yours, and he's pulling you close to keep you warm, it's easy to convince yourself that maybe one day everything won't be so bad. He'll find a way to make things better for everyone: himself, his family, you. . . He'll find a way to ease the sting that comes when you wake up in the morning and he's not there.

He'll hold you to sleep, then pull away at the first sign of sunrise. Just like the icy winds of Snezhnaya, he'll come and go with the breeze.

They're bitter. They hurt. But they dry your tears when they swoop in from the north, and sometimes, they carry Childe's heartbeat along with them.

The thick blanket of snow along the ground glitters in the humble moonlight. Childe's hand is placed at the small of your back, matching the curve. And somehow, it's comforting in ways any apology he could ever give never would be. Once again, you're being swept away; washed out into his sea. You're drowning in him.

"I love you," he whispers, for your ears only.

Like it's just between the two of you, —some deep, dark secret, or something precious he hopes you'll only ever need to hear from him.

You'll think about that secret, that precious whisper, come morning when Childe sneaks away at the first sign of daylight. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll catch a glimpse of his footprints before the new snowfall rains down from the heavens and buries them, erasing all traces that he was ever even here in the first place.

"I love you too," you answer honestly.

It's all you have the will to say

But sometimes, I wish I didn't.

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thirsty-boba-fett-posts · 11 months

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i dunno if it'll be a big task for you, but will we ever get a daddy daimyo nsfw alphabet?

I cribbed this alphabet template from @the-coldest-goodbye

I’ve never actually written one of these before but I do love an easy-breezy prompt so let’s gooooo!

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You’re a brat. He’s a brat tamer. In fact he’s THE brat tamer. Boba Fett knows that brat taming is a fine art and that good aftercare is essential. The way he sees it, best practice is to punish behavior he wants to extinguish and reward behavior he wants you to repeat. And his rewards are always doled out in equal or greater measure to his punishments. He knows that you need to be held closely, praised in a low, soothing voice, and fed especially rich and delicious foods. If called for, there will be a bath, a message with warm scented oils, or medicated salve.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his broad chest and muscular forearms because you seem especially fond of resting your head on his chest and in his arms after sex.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - Boba Fett is as ass and thighs man. The thicker, the better. He likes a big round booty and thick jiggly thighs. He likes dimpled, supple flesh on a generally meaty girl.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves coming inside of you. He’s quite possessive and knowing that you’re walking around with his cum dripping from between your thighs gives him a sense of ownership.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you wanted to pursue a romantic or sexual dynamic with Fennec, he would not hesitate to say yes. His relationship with Fennec is platonic, but rooted in a deep sense of trust and understanding. He knows that Fennec would guard your body, mind, and heart. She is the only person with whom he would ever consider sharing you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he knows. He knows. Boba Fett has been around the Galaxy a time or two and felt the warmth of many beds. He’s grateful that he has so much experience, all the better to pleasure you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It’s a toss up between mating press and having you bent over. On the one hand, he loves being so close to you and watching your face as he pounds you senseless. On the other, he does love himself some backshots.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

There are moments between the two of you that elicit a chuckle from him - sex is sometimes unintentionally funny. He believes that above all, it’s meant to be enjoyed. He does take your pleasure very seriously, but the act itself is a time to be loose and relaxed and vulnerable with each other.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The sarlacc did what sarlaccs are gonna do - digest their prey. Not much of his body hair remains, and what little does is rather fine and downy from integumentary damage. He is unselfconscious about the state of his body hair and enjoys you in whatever state you feel most confident.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

During sex, Boba Fett is at his most vulnerable physically and emotionally. He feels completely at your mercy, especially when he’s inside of you and allowing himself to enjoy the experience of you and your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Now that he has you, he feels no need. Your body feels so much more satisfying than his own hand, and you’re so willing when it comes to sex. Much of the time you’re the one who initiates intimate encounters, and in that regard he likes letting you take the lead.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He genuinely enjoys brat taming because he knows that your wily behavior is just a defense mechanism and that a good hard spanking, some fucking, and some snuggles have a therapeutic affect. He also gets a great deal of satisfaction from restraining you, especially when you’re acting out or being sassy. Restraint is a form of reassurance and he knows that you need reassurance from time to time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the safety of his private chambers, but foreplay can take place anywhere - the throne room, the kitchen, the hangar, his ship…

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any time you seek him out for comfort or affection. Again, he LOVES taming a brat - but when you come to him soft and gooey and needy, he melts.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t take you past your limits in terms of pain tolerance. Boba Fett, of all people, knows that pain has a cathartic power, but too much pain is physically and emotionally injurious.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both and he’s quite good at giving. He does strongly prefer to finish inside of you, so oral for him is just a precursor for penetrative sex.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to let you set the pace unless you’ve earned a punishment. In that case, you’ll have only snapping hips and hard, deep thrusts to look forward to.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’ll take a quickie, but he’s not especially partial to quickies. He likes to make sure you’re adequately prepared to take him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s taken enough risks in his time. With you, everything is calculated. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s a fit man who is canonically 41 years old in TBOBF. He can go 2-3 rounds easily but if it’s been a long day, he prefers to keep it to one round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few tools specific to disciplining you - a crop, restraints, ropes - but otherwise he has all the tools he needs on him at all times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Boba is not unfair, but he does dole out punishment (including orgasm denial) as necessary to teach you to mind your manners.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He talks a lot, often without realizing it, in Basic and Mando’a. It’s more of a stream of consciousness when he’s inside of you - lots of praise, typically. His voice is low and throaty during sex.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has a long list of pet names for you - Princess, Little One, Brat, Porglette, Mesh’la, An’edee n’edeemi (when you’re being a brat)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s THICC but not especially long. Uncut with prominent veins. A respectable 6” when hard, but the thickness of him makes him a challenge.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Bob Fett wants honestly and frankness. He doesn’t mind if you’re shy, but you should always be up front with him. It makes both of your lives easier.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He appreciates a solid 8 hours of sleep, preferably with you in his arms. He has too much to do for poor sleep habits. He wants to stay sharp and that means getting plenty of rest, with sex being the ideal end of a long day.

#boba fett thots #boba fett x reader #the book of boba fett #daddy daimyo #boba fett #boba fett can get it #boba fett imagine #boba fett smut #boba fett x fem!reader

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tinalbion · 2 years

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How Brahms would react if the reader had caring and loving parents with her... How to send usually handmade gifts (a wool coat or a wool scarf) and even food by mail, always calling the reader asking if she is eating well and in good health...

Oh, of course! Nothing I love more than Brahms getting some well-deserved love and affection sprinkled with a little bit of angst.

"Falling Deeper" ||

Brahms Heelshire x AFAB!Reader

Rating: None

Brahms hadn’t had the healthiest childhood or adulthood, his parents kept him in the wall and used a doll to project their “dead” son to the world, which people mistook for an odd way of grieving. He never knew loving parents or the therapy he needed to get better. He knew nothing but heartache.

So to say there would be an odd feeling of jealousy would be an understatement. Brahms is used to getting things he wants and that’s just how it is for him, but hearing the stories you tell about your parents is always a painful thing for him. He loves to know there are people out there who aren’t like his parents but also why didn’t he get parents like that? Sometimes the anger he feels isn’t meant to be directed toward you, but he has a hard time controlling himself sometimes. You understand and try not to take it personally.

When he would listen in on your conversations on the phone with your parents, he’d overhear everything you’d say, and what got him feeling more comfortable with the idea of your parents is when they’d ask about him. You’d go into detail about how he was and what he’d do, how talented he was with music or how well he helped you around the manor. It made him feel warm whenever they’d ask about him.

Later on, he’d begin to ask more about them in return, asking if and when he’d be able to speak with them on the phone or write them alongside your own letters. He liked the idea of pretending to have a family that loved him. After all, if you loved him as much as you did, then maybe they could accept him, too.

When you started receiving care packages, that’s when Brahms was the most excited you’ve seen him. Your parents would send you the most wonderful pieces that your mother handmade just for you, like winter coats and accessories, and Brahms was amazed by the absolute care and detail that was put into the projects. Since you were sized differently from him, he asked you if they’d ever think of sending him things that he could wear. He had always wanted a super soft scarf for himself, so he’d ask you to ask them on his behalf.

The first time he received his very own little package was a day you knew you’d never forget. When you called him downstairs and held out the box for him, he seemed off-put and confused. “This package is for you, my parents decided to send you a little something for the holidays.”

“For me? Really?” His eyes went wide and he almost became too overpowered with excitement as he reached for the box and sat cross-legged on the sofa and tore at the tape like it wasn’t even an obstacle. Since that day, he was always excited to know how your parents were, he cherished them as much as he could from so far away, and he loved to read the letters they sent to you both. He wore that scarf for three months straight in between washings, it was hard for him to let go of that thing. But he gushed about it all the time and even constantly thanked your mother during phone calls, to which she responded by sending more lovely things for him to wear, like hats and mittens for the winter months.

At one point, Brahms would even want to send gifts of his own to them, of course, you helped him fill a box with things you knew they’d like, and little tasty treats he helped you bake. He hadn’t been this excited in a very long time, and you could see in his face that the jealousy he harbored at first was extinguished and all he felt was acceptance and love. You loved seeing him come out of his shell the more you and him bonded, so you always shared the specialty-cooked foods that they sent you.

At the end of the day, you couldn’t have been happier to have parents that truly cared for your well-being, and Brahms’s. You felt that he needed it the most and you were thankful when he finally accepted the attention rather than pushing it away, so every night you’d remind him how much you loved him and that you were proud to have him as a part of your family.

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sprngcat · 2 years

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i just finished rereading solitaire and I wanna share my thoughts

I just like a LOT how the metaphors in solitaire are used to explain how tori was feeling sad and alone, as the history pass

like, tori is always feeling cold and with several layers of clothes. in contrast, michael with a t-shirt and pants not showing any signs of being cold.

and tori's cold just get worse and worse as the story develops, proportional with her mental health gets worst.

in chapter 14 of the second part of the book, tori says that "the uk has witnessed the heaviest blizzard since 1963" and I really think that this is a metaphor for UK being tori's body and the "heaviest blizzard" being her sadness, that never been so hard to control and pass through.

for Michael, I believe that his body being always warm can be a metaphor for his feelings too. he says that he is always angry, and this feeling cause some kind of heat, like when u have an angry crisis and your ears start being red and u feel hot, etc.

if u start thinking about, sadness and rage are feelings that walk side by side, if too much, can do a lot of harm to a person. and I really think this is tori and michael, u know? sadness and rage killing them because they feel intensely, and this is what unites them, this is how they understand each other so well. they complete.

also, in the same chapter (14) we can see the post that solitaire does, saying "we hope that we have added something to what could be a very boring winter" and we know that Lucas create solitaire because he hopes that some jokes and caos in Higgs can make tori happier (or just with less desire to kill herself), cause he was so angry and afraid that school left tori sad.. I think the word "winter" is another metaphor to sadness: lucas trying to put some happiness in the students lives, trying to do something good for everyone, but mostly tori

and at least but not less important, Michael wanted Higgs to burn, he thought that he can start feeling better if this happens, he thought that this might be a way out of it all (bullying, rage, feeling of not being part of something, etc). tori trying to put out the fire can be interpreted of her attempt to have all in her control, not letting her feelings be shown to the world. when Michael throw the fire extinguisher out the window, he says indirectly to tori "you dont have to hide, let it all out" and this is when she tries to kill herself, cause she is lost: in her feelings, in her mind, in her thoughts and she allows herself to feel what she's been saving for her all this time

but Michael stops her, he offers help and says that he wasn't okay too.. "I was never good enough. I get so stressed, I don't make friends... God, I don't know how to make friends. sometimes I wish I was a normal person. but I can't, I'm not. no matter how hard I try" but they can help each other to pass through this, to understand their feelings. if they are going to be broken, they are going to be broken together.

and after tori and michael let their feelings out of their chests, they start feeling better, not perfectly fine (cause nobody feels like this) but they are ok, neither cold nor hot. just ok.

"I do not say that all this happened in a single day, by a single event, due to a single person. I just know that once it started, it became much easier to let go. and I think that's how I ended up here."

love doesn't heal mental illness, but love can make you start thinking that the world isn't so bad, even if is just for some hours, minutes, or seconds. of course, if u have depression, anxiety or some disorder like this, somedays you are going to wake up and feel like shit, have crisis and think like you did before, but maybe you can count on someone to help you rise from the abyss :)

"well, you hate yourself, I hate myself. common interests! we should unite"

well, this was a little part of my interpretation reading solitaire, I hope u liked it, and if u wanna talk about it, I am very excited to hear some points of view!

btw, sorry if my english is bad, I'm Brazilian and don't speak fluently :(

kisses!!

#victoria spring #solitaire alice oseman #michael holden #solitaire #osemanverse #heartstopper

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thetrashbinseries · 3 months

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— To Feel Alive ( mingi x reader )

rated - mature | minors dni

warnings - non-idol universe, descriptions of suicide, mentions of murder (hypothetically), smoking is bad for u, drabble

summary - “let’s say I kill somebody and it doesn’t work…”

wc: <1000

x x x

“You said I can ask you anything?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Okay, so,” he takes a drag of his cigarette, a thick, swirled tail of smoke snakes up his jaw from the burning stick of nicotine and tobacco. While it continues its ascent out of the open moonroof of the car towards the stars, the exhale that leaves his thick pink lips disperses any remaining visualizations you could create. You were entranced by him, drawn into depths of emotion you hadn't known before. He's shown you what it’s like to have a partner, not only for romance but for life.

Congratulations, you’re in love with your best friend.

Time seems to warp in your mind as you gaze up at the stars. The car engine still hums softly, barely audible, and the music, once a companion, now a distant echo, having been turned down minutes ago once the conversation delved deeper.

His hands sculpt the air in front of him as he continues, “Let’s say I hypothetically kill somebody, but it doesn’t work—“

“How doesn’t it work? They a zombie or something?”

He takes another drag, still staring ahead. “Zombie,” he chuckles under his breath, faint, brief. “No, let’s say it wasn’t supposed to even happen. It was messy, impulsive, it didn’t go how you knew it was supposed to go, and the person isn’t dead, just injured, bad and—now you have a body tied up that you gotta get rid of in an abandoned shed”

Eyes, deep wells of brown, seem to pierce through you as he finally looks away from the stars and at you. He's wearing an inscrutable expression, which oddly brings you comfort. You despise how your mind instinctively analyzes emotions, disrupting the moment. But with Mingi, it's different. Looking into his eyes is...peaceful.

“What would you do?” he asks, the cigarette burning close to the filter, only a couple of puffs away from self-extinguishing. “Hypothetically speaking.”

Strange as Mingi is, this was a little unusual of him to be asking you. His mind wanders paths few tread, encouraging your abstract thinking, finding it alluring.

You reach out and take the cigarette from between his slender fingers, taking the final puff for yourself before extinguishing it in an empty beer can in the cupholder with a soft hiss.

“How do you hypothetically want to kill them?”

“Hm,” Mingi's head turns back to the stars, which are now disappearing behind thick clouds rolling in across the midnight sky. “None of that matters anymore, I just want the body gone, and dead,” he inhales deeply,

You anticipate his unspoken thoughts, as you often do. “Hypothetically.”

“Yeah.” A small laugh punctuates his response.

Unusual as it is for Mingi to ask such a question, you humor him, sitting in thought for a few moments.

“I don’t want the law involved, and I’m not a—serial killer so I don’t know how to dispose of a body. So if it were me, hypothetically,” you emphasize mockingly, understanding each other implicitly. “I would make it look like a suicide, but not with a gun or knife or anything, I don’t know anything about how the investigators figure out whatever angle someone offs themselves.” Your eyes narrow as you ponder, tapping your lips gently with a curled fist. “I’ve watched a lot of crime tv shows.”

“If I could sedate them, again, without making it obvious, I could stage…a hanging,” as you continue, you've captured his attention, his gaze lowering from the stars back to you. “Sounds simple enough right? Hang up the body, kick out the chair from underneath, let it drop. Sedate them enough, and you won’t have to watch the struggle.”

simple enough right?

not only simple, but better than anything his disorganized mind would’ve thought of under the pressure.

“The human body always finds a way to fight back in those final minutes, seconds...it’s the urge to live…” His voice softens a little, but he doesn’t seem to care about how it comes off. You watch him pull out his pack of bad habits, and he brings another one between those rosy lips, sparking a lighter you hadn’t even noticed him holding, the smell permeating the air the moment the flames catch.

He reads your mind this time, tilting the temptation your way. And you’re not really a smoker, but when you spend nights with Mingi drinking beer under the stars, you’ll succumb to the moment a time or two.

This is moment two for you, tonight. You pluck one out, and he sparks his lighter, holding it at eye level with you. You lean forward, taking a drag. Mingi’s cigarettes taste different, unfamiliar packaging in a foreign language. It's smooth, enticingly addictive.

Breaking the silence, you ask, “Min, what’s up? Why you ask me that anyway?” You relax back against the driver’s door. He tucks his cigarettes into his pocket and reclines his seat, looking more at ease somehow.

Your answer gave him hope in being understood and accepted by another human one day, something he’s not used to feeling.

“Because you’ve got a beautiful mind,” Mingi says, almost to himself, hands behind his head, eyes falling on you once again,

“And there’s nothing hypothetical about that.”

#song mingi #mingi ateez #ateez fic #mingi fic #mingi drabble #ateez Drabble #Mingi fanfic #mingi x reader #ateez mingi #mingi scenarios #mingi fluff #mingi angst

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ascendanceseriesveteran · 6 months

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Forever yours 🌹

At last! A short fic. Hurray.

Set immediately after The Shattered Castle.

*Swearing and slightly aged-up themes.*

*Based on their fight at the start of TSC.*

Synopsis: Imogen didn't think she was a cruel person. Far from it. She wouldn't hurt a fly on purpose, let alone the love of her life. But she had felt betrayed by the one person she thought would protect her from ever feeling that way, and said some things she deeply regretted. After all, something about Jaron had fundamentally changed, and she was afraid that it was all her fault.

As always, I didn't even do a bit of editing. So excuse the errors.

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I had tried time and time again to comprehend the expression that twisted on his face so many nights ago. Though I suspected that I already knew the answer. Horror? Dread? Terror? I landed on Pain and felt a knife twist in my own gut. A second later I realised I had never seen him cry out of anything but happiness, and it was my own fault that I had torn him to shreds then. The tears that had made his green eyes shine brighter on more than one occasion seemed to only grow dull, lifeless when we fought.

I thought that was as awful as my life would ever get. You do place me in danger. Any more secrets? Then I met you. Danger. Awful. Mother was right. I thought that was as awful as my life would ever get. Then I met you. Then I met you. Then I met you.

In truth, I had never seen Jaron look as though he'd lost. Even on the brink of losing his country, the spark in his eyes never died. But it had been extinguished then. And I hoped that after it returns, to never see it go out again. But first I had to make it return.

I knew him better than anyone. And I knew he had the emotional intelligence of an infant. Not that he couldn't understand other peoples' emotions, but that he couldn't understand his own. I shouldn't have let myself push him so hard, but I was hurt. I let myself forget who he was, how much of his thoughts were consumed with a fear of abandonment. Now he was paying the price for my harshness.

Today was our wedding night. The best night of my life so far. And yet I had but one thought on my mind, that Jaron wasn't the same. He had become more apologetic, quieter, less- well... him. As if he was afraid of doing something wrong. There was no as if about it. My words had cut so deeply, that even after I professed my love for him in front of the entire world, he still convinced himself that I wanted to be anywhere else. And I had nobody to blame but myself.

My guilt would have to wait though.

Time for: operation breathe-life-back-into your-now-husband.

I kissed his chest, "Jaron?"

He hummed something like 'yes'. I liked to think he was at least happy now. He wore a satisfied smile all night. But it was tinged with sadness. As though he was savouring everything he could out of fear it won't last.

"You know I love you, right?"

He opened his eyes this time and looked down at me, at a loss for words.

I shimmied up against him, until we were nose to nose. "I think you forgot. Or I let you forget that."

"No, I know you do." I hated the emptiness of his response. He didn't believe a word he was saying, at least not with the conviction and passion he should. Time to try a different tactic.

"Do you love me less than what you did before?" I was baiting him. I knew the answer was no from the look in his eyes. The sentiment was never changed, only him. But even then, I couldn't help but be worried about the answer.

But his outrage was instant and vigorous. "Where the fuck did you get that idea?!"

He was wide awake now, sitting and taking me with him. Staring at me with the confusion of a doctor trying to find something wrong with his patient. And the desperation of trying to revive them. I could almost laugh, but I was on a mission now.

"Then why are you holding back? You would hardly touch me earlier without my instruction."

He paused, "I don't want to cross any lines."

"What lines?"

This time the pause grew longer, and he was getting agitated.

I kissed him gently and whispered, "There are no lines anymore, I hope."

Beneath my hand, his heart was pounding wildly. His eyes were wide and panicked. This wouldn't have ever happened before I snapped at him that night. These questions would never have triggered his flight or fight. I hated myself a little more.

"I need to ask you something and I want you to answer it honestly."

He swallowed.

I hated how much I ruined his self confidence. I hated the fact that my hands had begun to shake and eyes blurred. "Do you think that I don't love you as much as before." He froze under my touch. There was the flight response I feared. He was avoiding my eyes now, knuckles white on the sheets as he searched for a response. But the fact that he didn't have an immediate answer was enough of a response for me. I thought it was impossible to hate myself more.

"Please don't cry." His voice cracked a bit. He didn't know why I was crying. He didn't know a thing that was good for him.

"I'm not crying."

"Sorry."

"Please don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't do that."

"Sorry," he let go of me in a hurry.

I felt tears drip down my cheeks, "Not that." I pulled him back to me and kissed him, losing track of time. Tasting the salt of my tears and savouring the noises he made.

When we parted I kissed his forehead and made sure he was paying attention to every word I said. Of course, he already was. "Please don't worry about doing something wrong. Don't say sorry for being who you are." More tears fell, "I hate that I let you believe that it's true, that I didn't love you as much. That is the furthest from the truth. I have never loved you more. You're my everything. It's impossible to love someone as much as I do you. And it's impossible to love you less when I don't care about anything or anyone else in the world. Please believe me."

I avoided his gaze, worried about what I might find there. It was only until a hand gently tilted my chin up that I dared to open my eyes. He was crying as well.

"I believe you." Then he broke into the biggest smile I had seen. One I had missed seeing the moment I broke his heart.

I sniffed, "And you know that I never stopped loving you? Promise?"

He smiled again, "I know. I know you were still head over heels in love with me. My charms are as irrestitable as my body," he swooned dramatically, "I saw you drool every time we made eye contact. I smelled the-"

I slapped him. Giggling. It was easier to get him back than I expected. "Are you sure? No joking this time. Tell me what I can do to fix it."

He pulled me into his lap. "Nothing needs fixing. You alreayd made me whole again. It was true though. That was the worst moment of my entire life, I thought I had lost you. Yes, for a long time I thought you no longer loved me. But when I told you my biggest secret and you kissed my cheek I felt the hope return. In truth it's not because I think you stopped loving me, it's because I think I don't deserve it."

"What?"

"I'm literally the only reason you were an indentured servant, Imogen."

"You're also the only reason that we met. And I would serve my whole life just to have you."

Tears rolled down his cheeks.

"What about my crimes?" I said, "I'm the reason you were almost killed. I was naive enough to trust that that treacherous snake would actually just exile you."

"Did you forget when I was the reason you were almost killed."

Right. I had actually forgotten that which did not help the point I was trying to make. But I didn't even care about it.

"Everything you had said was true," He continued, "At the time I thought it was because you stopped loving me. Then you made me realise how wrong I was. And now I give you my vow, that I will never keep anything from you again. Anything, and not ever. And I will use every moment to try to keep you out of danger if I can, keep us both out of danger if I can."

There was nothing stronger than a promise from King Jaron.

"Even so," I played with his hair. It had a type of calming effect on me, "I would do anything to be with you. Even die. And there's nothing you can do or say that would change that."

He pulled me flush against him, "Well let's hope there'll be no dying necessary since you already have me however you like."

"Mhmm, however I like?"

"I'm entirely yours to command, my Queen."

I waggled my finger at him, ring catching some light and glinting. "I was yours before I got this lovely little thing, so..."

"Are you making this into a competition?"

"It's not a competition if there's no worthy opponent," I tipped my head arrogantly, mocking him a bit.

His chuckle was wicked and he tightened his grip, "Do you want to know when I fell for you?"

"When?"

"When you came to Conner's dungeons, so I was yours much earlier."

I pouted exaggeratedly, "Only then? How dissapointing. I thought perhaps all that staring when we first met meant that I stirred something in you with my servant get-up."

He leered and waggled his brows, "Oh you stirred something alright."

"Jaron!"

He laughed and stole a kiss from me.

When we quietened down I asked, "Do you want to know when I fell in love with you?"

"More than anything."

"Also in the dungeons."

His breath caught, I couldn't help but echo his sentiment, "Really?"

"Yes. And now I'm yours forever."

"Forever. I'd love nothing more than to spend forever with you."

Then we kissed and fell into the night.

#jarogen #the shattered castle #the ascendance series #the ascendance trilogy #king jaron #the captive kingdom #the false prince #the runaway king #the shadow throne #jaron #jaron eckbert #ascendance series #ascendance trilogy #ascendance series fanfic

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passionatepinkkittynew · 1 year

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For Frockism Month 2023 by @erin-the-epic

The essence of art: of all Alan's friends, only one remained his friend.

I once had a little behind-the-scenes story in my head that continues Master Frown's flashback.

In it, the future lord runs away in disgrace away from the place of the holiday. Brock asked him not to leave, but in a fit of emotion, the boy slapped the small tombstone on his hand so that he would get behind him. Then a second squad of firefighters arrived behind them and they began to extinguish the fire. Alan was far away from this place by that time, he was crying, he did not understand why he, why the holiday dedicated to him, was ruined in the most terrible way. "It would be better if no one ever celebrated Birthdays at all!" – he thought, but his uncle the fireman came up to him and took him to the address the boy said in Frowntown. By that time, his mother and grandmother were not at home, but he could let himself cry even more into his pillow. So he fell asleep and was only woken up by his mother, who was scared when she saw her child with wet eyes. Alan lied that his friends had never been friends to him and they ruined his holiday, especially Brock, whose gift decided to break. The mother comforted her child and hugged him so that he would not cry and hate himself. "No one but you and Grandma will celebrate my birthday," he said, calming down and eating the cake. Unfortunately, he has grown out of the age when he can make any wish for a Birthday Candle.

Small Brock, fortunately, was able to save some things, including food, drinks, dad and a lollipop that crashed, however, he wanted to help Alan, but he yelled at him and ran away, which is why Brock realized and called Mama Brock to find out what to do, but the Ambulance arrived exactly like the second fire brigade outfit. Brock wanted to go to a friend, but he felt that he was very ill and he did not want to be approached until he calmed down, so he and his mother calmly waited at the door of the ward where his father was lying. When they were let in, Brock served the surviving food from the holiday and asked a lot about the leg. He was told that there was a high probability of becoming disabled, even despite his strong skin. Brock's mom also found out about Brock's problem and asked how to help him. She suggested to him that she should visit him, knock on the door and give him that gift again. Brock just remembered about the lollipop, parts of which he keeps in a bag, and he decided to "fix" it. Brock thought that he would eat him like this – with a plaster, superglue and decorated with a bow, but he would be glad to the depths of his soul.

Two or three days passed after the incident, the summer holidays continued, and Brock was thinking about what to do. He knocked all sorts of different things so that he would open the door for him. Alan was eating ice cream from a jar at that time and watching Beauty and the Beast (or some other cartoon, for example), but the knock on the door got him, so he went to the door and asked who was welcome. Brock happily replied, hiding behind his back a gift wrapped in gift paper again. Alan saw him, asked him with displeasure why he had come and why he had not done it before, to which Brock loudly explained that he had reasons for that, and did not want to interfere with throwing out emotions to another person. He said that his father could become disabled, he is now in the hospital of the Unikingdom, but Brock also said that he wanted to help him even earlier, but Alan refused him, so it happened, but Brock is not here empty-handed now. Alan was surprised that it was the SAME LOLLIPOP! True, not in the best condition, but it was the most sincere gift of all. Alan's tears of joy flowed, he hugged Brock and said, sobbing: "No one except mom, grandma and you will celebrate my Birthday." – to which Brock hugged him back and asked him not to cry. So the mood of both rose and they decided to do something. For example, to watch a cartoon. Frown decided to show Brock his favorite cartoon again, and later put the lollipop in the box he had drawn.

#fanart #unikitty show #unikitty fanart #unikitty!#master frown #unikitty brock #unikitty #brock unikitty #unikitty frock #frock #frockism #frockism month 2023 #art challenge

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erigold13261 · 1 year

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Dumb headcanons

1. Eve, Zuke and West have hair care weekends both as a way to make amends (also have you seen these peoples hair) and because it's fun

2. Tatiana loves Hot sauce like a lot, like she'll just drink directly from the bottle

3. Haym is huge DreamWorks fan ( because they make more furry movies than Disney)

4. DJ loves painting thier nails it's free euphoria and sometimes Sofa and Dodo join in

5. To Everyone's surprise Yinu doesn't hate West, in fact she thinks his knowledge of nature is cool, she just doesn't like the way he acts (she also bit him once because he wanted to find out if the flowers on her head feel like hair or flowers)

6. Mama loves a series of unfortunate events and will fight people saying it's better than harry potter

7. Mayday loves hugs but only if the person she's hugging is Okay with them

8. West actually needs reading glasses he just refuses to wear them because he thinks he looks stupid

9. J and Eve are never to left alone with a fire extinguisher because the last time they were Tatiana had to bail them out of jail

10. 1010 love Danny phantom it's the first show they all watched

1). Zimelu, Celine, and Yinu join them at times! Sometimes Sayu and Tila too! They all learn how to take care of and properly style different hair textures. It becomes a gossip party and I can even see henna art and makeup/facials being done at times.

2). That is definitely something she use to do a LOT when she was younger. Now she tries to eat very healthily, but there are times she just takes a quick chug from a hot sauce bottle she has.

3). You better believe Haym watched Puss in Boots: The Last Wish on REPEAT once he got it. He has every DreamWorks animated film, especially the ones with animals.

4). I just love the idea that DJ, Tila, and Remi teach Sofa and Dodo how to properly paint their nails with fun techniques and stuff. Tila and Remi don't paint their nails anymore, but that doesn't stop the two from hanging out with DJ, Sofa, and Dodo when they are painting their nails.

5). I never even would have assumed Yinu would have hated West. Mama? Yes. But Yinu? Not really. She wouldn't really understand why he is hated/unliked by a lot of people since he seems so cool to her. She would love his shadow puppet along with talking about him on his farm.

But yes, she would have bit him if he just touched her flowers in her hair. Especially if he did it too soon after meeting her (which I do think he did). Mainly it was because he pulled too hard when touching and accidentally hurt Yinu, but thankfully she isn't venomous so West got lucky. Mama on the other hand made sure he knew she is venomous and willing to bite him if he messed with her daughter again.

6). I'm assuming you meant if someone said Harry Potter was better than A Series of Unfortunate Events. I don't really know either franchise well enough, especially ASOUE, but I can see her getting really defensive over media she likes and people trying to bash it.

7). Well it's a good thing both Haym and Eve are super okay with hugs and also very good huggers. Especially Haym. Eve once left a cuddling session with Haym and May to go to an interview/event and when she came back hours later the two were still cuddling.

8). Oh Purl would take so much offense to that if they found that out lol. They would be asking West if he thought they looked like a nerd with their glasses (and West would say yes but in an affectionate way). Purl would get West to wear his glasses, or at least get contacts (and then have to make sure West took care of them). I doubt West would ever get truly use to them, but he'd at least wear them/the contacts when Purl or Cyril are doing something important for him to see.

9). Honestly, yes and no. Like the two would DEFINITELY be making stupid plans to do some stunt, but also would be TERRIFIED to actually do it. But then a little push comes to shove and low and behold they did their stupid idea and now have to face their consequences and Tatiana.

I bet you one of 1010 told Tatiana. Because obviously Eve and Neon have enough funds to bail themselves out, but having Tatiana reprimand them would make them not do stupid shit again (the disappointment on Tatiana's face will forever haunt the two).

10). Hmm, maybe as MKs! But I would say their first SHOW would have been either the Lights Up show or some documentary of the Goolings that Neon showed them as kids. But as MKs I can them as not having watched a lot of TV on their own, at least until the Sayu Crew or Yinu came to visit/hang out with them for the first times.

One of the two would have asked to watch cartoons on their big TV and 1010 said sure, go for it, and that is how Danny Phantom got into their house, their brains, and their hearts lol. It was definitely liked by all of 1010, and though it may not have stayed their favorite show, it is definitely up there for all of them!

#nsr #no straight roads #eritalks #noart #othideas #asks #funnily enough #the first thing i watched #when we finally got real tv #and stopped using antenna #was d/anny p/hantom!#it was one of the box ghost episodes!#i was so happy to have finally been able to watch that show in my own house #instead of having to watch snippets of it at my aunts #it is one of my fave shows too #and i need to get the series #add it to my collection

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“You’re skin is so cold…why?”

Because I don’t want you touching me Brom!

Mathilda wanted to recoil from his hand on her shoulder, but she kept still and tried to mirror Judy’s jubilant expression. Judy was offering to marry them and the situation had escalated so quickly that as Mathilda scrambled to think of a reason to say no that wouldn’t blow their cover she found her mind going completely empty.

Brom’s mind also seemed to be empty, but that was status quo. She never could understand Kat dating him. To be fair to Brom, which Mathilda hated to do, she couldn’t understand Kat dating anyone, or dating in general.

When they were tweens, Kat would coo and blush anytime a boy looked at her. And she loved to speculate about who might have a crush on Mathilda or who Mathilda may like.

“Don’t you think Cal is cute? He said the most romantic thing to me after Latin class yesterday. It was something about stars. I bet he would learn spells with you.”

The friendly versions of Mathilda’s deadpan glare were honed in response to such comments.

“I think Spike has a crush on you. Maybe he’ll ask you to the homecoming dance! We could go on a double date!”

Liking the same brand of eyeliner does not mean that he likes me.

Mathilda had given Kat a half hearted shrug at this idea. She didn’t mind going to parties or a dance, but she didn’t see why she needed a date to go with her. She supposed Spike might be a good companion for sitting in the bleachers and making snarky comments about The Babes, but the idea of him asking her to the dance didn’t exactly thrill her.

She would never understand Kat’s obsession with relationships. When they were young, Mathilda assumed that she just had better taste in men than Kat, that her friend was willing to settle for a doofus like Brom, but Mathilda needed someone of a higher caliber, someone… not from Sleepy Hollow. But she’d gone to college and come back and met plenty of men. The warmest feelings she felt towards any of them was indifference.

A few years ago, Kat finally accepted Mathilda’s disinterest in men, but her little nudges and innuendos never stopped.

“Are sure Verla is just your ‘assistant’? I’d understand if…”

“I’m not having an affair with the girl who crawled out of my tv.”

“…well I’m pretty sure Lucretia will be happy to hear that. You know she doesn’t stop by to ask about the fire extinguishers all the time, she’s just looking for an excuse to flirt with you.”

This conjecture earned another of Mathilda’s infamous glares, but this time she almost wished the effects were telepathic.

No Kat, Lucretia is not flirting with me. One of the first spells I cast was on myself and it was so people had the urge to keep their distance and respect my personal space.

The day she and Ichabod were looking at her high school year book, the memory of that spell came back to the surface. She’d been reminded to refresh it. Ichabod was nice enough and his quest to help his roommate was an interesting challenge, but Kat’s desire to spend extra time with him was bewildering. She was lonely in a way Mathilda didn’t feel. Mathilda wasn’t looking for someone special, she wasn’t looking at all.

“And now, by the power vested in me by Sleepy Hollow and the Internet, I now pronounce you man and wife.”

Judy must also be a witch. How else did she make this veil out of paper so quickly? No wonder I couldn’t think of an excuse. Mathilda side-eyed Judy as she finished the ceremony. She is very powerful.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Mathilda stared down Brom as he tried to lean in for a kiss. The idea was too repellent to contemplate. She wasn’t straight, she wasn’t a lesbian, she was a secret third thing that would shove a bouquet in a man’s face even if she still had to be legally married and got arrested for breaking and entering.

Judy sniffled, “I always cry at weddings.”

#headless: a sleepy hollow story #headless #shipwrecked comedy #aroace #fanfic #mathilda bishop #sinead persaud

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