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The Soldier's Keeper ★ 28

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Summary: A trip to the grocery store ends in you and Bucky throwing caution to the wind to enjoy a night of music and festival fun.

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: Fluff. Music festivals. Grocery shopping (Awful.)

Authors Note: Let me know your favorite scene from the series so far! I'd love to know. ALSO, if you want to be apart of the taglist, let me know :)

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“Almost there, doll.”

Bucky slowly lowered you to the ground at the foot of the stairs. You clutched your side as his hands slid from your waist. He gave you a second to catch yourself before picking up your bag. 

“Thanks,” you muttered. You were getting better with walking. You were able to take a few flights of stairs at a time. But sometimes it was just too much, and Bucky had to help you down the rest of the way.

“Ready?” He slipped your bag back on your shoulder. 

“Mhm, c’mon.” You were low on groceries- you usually were, with how little you could afford, but today you realized just how little you had. Trips to the supermarket were usually few and far between. Because it was almost always too overwhelming.

Bucky still wasn’t used to it. He preferred the street markets. But as it got colder, they happened less. So there was no other choice.

Romanian supermarkets were the exact same as any other. They were a bit small, but still brightly colorful and smelling of fresh produce and floor cleaner. 

Bucky’s expression was always a little sour in the grocery store. He wasn’t used to so many options and easily got a little frustrated. 

“You okay?” You tried to suppress a snicker as you caught Bucky glaring as a box of cereal. 

“Mhm.” He grunted.

“You wanna get a box?” 

“No.” He muttered, reading the ingredients. 

“Okay, then let's get moving.” You chuckled, dragging him off by the crook of his arm. 

Most things you could identify simply by the packaging, and you didn’t need any translations. Milk and pasta and meat were all easy to see. But some things still confused you a bit.

So you’d tug on Bucky’s jacket and point at a package with characters and foreign letters. He’d tell you what it was, then you’d pick through the aisle in search of what you really wanted. 

You were getting pretty good at basic conversational Romanian, and with essential question vocabulary. But god, there were so many words in a language. 

And at best you spoke at a kindergarteners level.

Something both you and Bucky were excited to learn about, were Romanian snacks. Bucky, for a different reason. He was exploring food in a whole new way, compared to you. But you still liked trying things.

When you had a little extra to spare, you threw a bag of chocolate croissant snacks in the basket, and maybe a new bag of puffy chips by a name you couldn’t pronounce. Bucky quite liked these little seasoned bagel shaped crisps that taste like pizza.

He also liked pizza.

After checking out, Bucky took the bags from your hands and led you out onto the street. Usually you would just make your way back home after shopping. 

But today was a little different. 

Outside the store, dozens of people gathered in the streets. It wasn’t unusual for people to socialize in the hours of the afternoon, but this was different. Too many people.

“What’s going on?” You peaked around Bucky to try to see down the street.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, lips pulled into a frown. “Stay close.”

You followed closely behind Bucky as he led you through the gathering crowd. It grew denser and denser the further you walked. Bodies shuffled past in a joyful rush.

A father passed you with a little girl sitting on his shoulders. A mother cradling a young boy in her arms followed after him. A gaggle of teens cackled by the sidewalk as they skipped into the street. An old couple walked by the curb, whispering to one another.

People filled the streets in all shades and walks of life.

Against your cautious nature, you smiled. 

“Whatta you see?” You asked Bucky, looking behind you as a pair of little girls holding hands pushed through adults. You ran hard into Bucky’s back with a grunt. You rubbed your nose and looked around his shoulder. More people. 

“Must be a festival,” he looked over at you, smiling at your red nose. 

“Ah,” you nodded.

You’d been to street festivals back home, like pride, and regular holiday themed bar crawls with your friends. This felt a little like that. Families and friends gathering together with grins on their faces. 

This felt a little familiar. A little light. A little like living. 

Just ahead of you a speaker crackled to life as someone started speaking into a mic. You could barely see around Bucky and the others around you, and you hadn't a clue what was being said. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

Bucky’s firm hands settled on your shoulders, gently pushing you through the crowd. He muttered quiet apologies to those around you as he pushed you to the front. His hand slid down your back to rest on your waist as he pulled you back and out of the way of a gaggle of young children running.

He manoeuvred you to stand in front of him, at the edge of the semi circle the crowd had made. 

A man stood with a group of theatrically dressed people, mic in hand. He spoke confidently, gesturing to the crowd. 

You tilted your head, trying to pick up on what few words you knew. 

Behind you, Bucky leaned down, his voice quiet against your ear. “He’s saying they’re dancers.” He whispered. His hair tickled your neck. “This is a theater festival. Groups of dancers are set to perform.” He kept his voice low for those around them listening. The man in the center  walked along the edge of the crowd, jumping about and laughing.

“The company producing the festival is out of Poland.” 

You listened silently as Bucky translated for you. 

“The street is blocked off for the performers.” He muttered, his breath soft against your skin. “Each performance is…” he paused, listening. You suppressed a smile, forcing yourself not to turn back to look at him. “Ah, each performance is inspired by the seasons passing.”

You nodded, shivering when he laughed quietly near the crook of your neck. “They have puppets and customized theater suits.” You kept your eyes on the line of dancers, posed and waiting for the speaker to finish. 

“Is that what the frog’s for?” You whispered. Bucky made a small confused humming noise. You nodded to the right corner of the crowd. “Over there.” 

You glanced back at him, his stubble scraping your temple as he lifted his head to look.

“I’m guessing that’s for the spring performance.” You muttered, catching the scent of Bucky’s faded fabric softener.

“Must be.” He whispered, lowering his head back beside yours. He caught your gaze for a second, almost going cross eyed from how close you were. “The milk will get warm.” He whispered.

“You only live once, right?” You bit back a smile. 

You heard the soft sound of his chuckle as he smiled. “Guess so. They’re about to start.” He nodded to the center.

You gasped, turning your head a little too fast and knocking against the edge of Bucky’s cap. He snickered to himself. The sound was so foreign, but so deeply appreciated. 

Just as you focused in on the performers, the crowd broke behind them, exposing musicians with old looking instruments. From the speaker played a recorded base track. One by one, the musicians jumped in with their instruments. Old guitars, violins, a cello, flutes, wearable drums. 

The soft but powerful noises melted together to create something powerful and rumbling, something beautiful. The dancers in the center, arched and moved like one, a flurry of limbs flowing like water.

You gaped, watching the colorful earthy tones of their costumes flutter through the air. You’d never danced professionally. You’d never even tried. But you could recognise art when you saw it. 

They moved cohesively around the center of the circle, twirling and bending. The women were lifted from the ground in pointed positions, golden cuffs in their braided hair reflecting light as they spun. 

You were entranced, watching with your jaw loose and your hands clutched to your chest. 

In all your time in Romania, you had never spent much outside. 

It was too dangerous to expose yourselves. So you and Bucky usually only went out when absolutely necessary. Work, groceries, laundry, supplies, small doses of vitamin D. 

So maybe you just weren't used to seeing the liveliness of people. Maybe you weren't used to seeing families and friends gather joyously, enriched in the community. 

And as you looked back to see Bucky’s blue eyes catch in the light, a smile soft on his lips, you were grateful. 

In that moment you realized there was a brown tint to his hair, never really black. Never really that dark. 

In the sunlight, you could see all the soft edges and warm colors that were Bucky Barnes. 

He caught you watching him, not phased. His smile spread. You blinked at the sight, trying to smother the pleased feeling in your chest. 

Back in the circle, one of the dancers began to sing. 

You looked back. A woman with hair like fire spun in the center, her red lips spread in a grin as she belted. Her voice was like a gentle breeze, fresh and new. She danced, picking up on the tips of her toes as she hit a high note and arched her back. 

You laughed openly, impressed by her breath control. 

She moved beautifully.

For a moment, you didn’t think of where you were. You didn’t think about the dangers of being outside for so long. You didn’t think about all the witnesses and all the what ifs. 

For a moment, you just enjoyed life.

The rest of the performances continued like that. A flurry of colors and song and dance. At one point the speaker had to come out and ask the crowd to spread out a little. They needed a little extra room for the puppets.

The puppets ended up being these fantastical suits made of paper and fabric, beautifully colored and themed as creatures of the seasons. 

You were impressed by the craftsmanship. 

Bucky guided you back a few steps with his hand on your hip. You barely noticed it as you tried to figure out just how many people were in the giant fox puppet. 

With your back brushing his chest, with a smile on your lips, with the sun on your skin, Bucky took a second to breathe. 

The groceries were still clutched in his metal fist, probably dripping with perspiration by then, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to watch on as people enjoyed themselves.

As children laughed and pointed. As elderly woman gawked and hawed. As young couples swayed in each other's arms. As families explained the show to each other. 

He used to love people watching. And at some point in his life, people watching became his second nature. Sweeping for danger and a threatening gaze. But now, it felt like it had all those years ago. 

It felt like those nights at the drive-in theater, or the music festivals in the park he always dragged Steve to. It felt familiar and innocent and alive.

“Oh my god-” You snickered, gently nudging Bucky in the stomach. You pointed to a small boy- only a few years old- as he ran into the performance. You slapped a hand over your mouth as his mother chased after him. 

Bucky huffed, his chest shuddering against your back. The mother caught the boy just after he managed to yank at the bee puppets wing. His little fists were strong. He yanked a glittering yellow ribbon off as his mother dragged him away. 

He giggled and screeched as the mother apologized and ran back into the crowd. 

The performers seemed practiced in the art of disruption, as they picked back up where they left off.

“Geez,” you laughed, looking up at Bucky. “I bet she’s never taking him to one of these again.”

“She’s got a great story to tell.” He muttered, sweeping a lock of hair off your shoulder. 

You nodded, catching a glimpse of something over his shoulder. “Bucky,” You gasped. “They have a cotton candy stand-” you giggled. You realized just how long it had been since you were at a festival like this. 

Bucky followed your gaze, his initial panic at the sound of your voice dying out. “Cotton candy,” he repeated, finding the giant pink and blue banner. “Should we check out the booths before we head home?”

“Yes!” You laughed, pinching his bicep. He jumped, lifting a brow at you. “Of course we should.”

He’d never seen you like this, he realized. So full of life and unafraid. So deeply human. So deeply you. 

“God, these groceries are going to waste.” He muttered. 

“Most likely,” you cringed through your smile, remembering the few refrigerated items you bought.

He shook his head at you and used a hand at the base of your neck to turn your head back forward to watch the show. The themed dance changed from summer into fall, bee puppets swapping out with deer.

When the performances finally came to an end and were replaced by everyday street musicians, the sun was beginning to set. The crowd began to disperse, but not head home. Life still danced in the streets as people moved through the crowd to the game booths and food stands. 

You could pick out a few booths selling jewelry and home made crafts.

“C’mon, let’s getta look at the food.” You grinned, pulling Bucky by the arm. He followed after you, close and looming, as always.

“What’re you looking for?” He asked, his gaze raking through the crowd. 

You shrugged. “I dunno- there’s so much.” You gasped as you saw a food stand with a delicious looking banner with a collage of pictures of their food. You took a step forward, then stumbled back when a young man’s shoulder knocked into you.

You barely registered it after having been to many bar crawls in your early college days. You were used to stumbling drunkards, laughing and having too much fun to notice who was in their path. 

Bucky pulled you back, his hand sliding from your shoulder, down your arm. He shifted you through the bulk of the crowd until you were in a clearer space. He kept a hand on you as you led him towards the stand you were craving. 

Your mouth began to water at the sight of the open grills in front of you, smoke and seasonings mixing in the air. 

“Buck, what’s that called?” You squinted at the menu, then at whatever the teenage worker was preparing. 

He leaned over your shoulder to get a look. He whispered the name back to you. You repeated it to yourself quietly, trying to get the pronunciation right. Bucky hid his smile. Bucky ordered for you both as you looked down the way to see what attractions they had. 

Mostly shops and a few games for children. 

Most of the snacks nearby were pretzel and sausage related, which wasn’t a shock. Those were two of Romania’s most popular street foods. 

Bucky tapped your shoulder and slid your paper container of food into your hand. You grinned up at the man thankfully. 

“C’mon, let's find somewhere to eat- then get dessert.”

Bucky snickered as you dragged him down the street. 

You ended up finding a small empty spot on a tree planter to sit on. You squeezed in between a few other people and let your exhausted feet rest. 

After the first few bites of deliciously flavored food, Bucky wiped his mouth and lifted a brow at you. “How’s your leg?” 

You shifted your knee and spread your legs slightly. “‘S fine-” you held a hand over your mouth as you spoke through a mouthful. “Little sore.”

“Let’s head home after dessert, yeah? If you strain it too much it’ll heal even worse.” Bucky said, adding a dose of reality to your meal. 

You nodded, taking another bite. “Mkay,” you knocked your shoulder into his. 

On the way back to the apartment, you two found a little bakery selling discounted desserts for the festival. They held an array of familiar desserts, and a variety of foreign ones. On a whim, you tried something new.

You’d seen it before, as it was a famous treat of the area. A papanași. It was basically a fried cheesy donut, like a danish, with a heavy cream dressing and a flavorful fruity jam.

You and Bucky decided to share one together on the walk home. 

You made him cheers your broken off pieces before taking the first bite. It melted on your tongue in a mixture of sugar and cream. You moaned quietly as you savored the flavor. 

Bucky was already tearing off a second piece before you could finish your bite. You snickered quietly at the tinge of blush in his ears, embarrassment flushing him as he greedily enjoyed the treat. 

By the time you reached your building, the sun was set and the world was submerged in a cool chill. Bucky huffed, adjusting his grip on the old groceries.

You went to take your first step up the stairs when he swept you off your feet- literally. You yelped, your sticky fingers gripping his shirt. You would have protested, but realistically, your thigh was burning. You would have only made it up the first few steps on your own.

“Give a girl a warning.” You shifted. 

“Lesson on keeping your guard up,” he muttered, carefully climbing the stairs towards your apartment. 

You lifted a brow at him, tugging on a long strand of his hair. “Oh sure.”

He met your gaze, soft blue eyes creasing at the corners. 

You couldn’t help but smile back.

It was a good day. 

And those were rare.

They were fragile and cherished. 

It wasn’t often you threw caution to the wind to enjoy yourselves. But you didn’t regret it. Not when you got to see Bucky like this, so soft and so free.

Though that night the thoughts lingered.

It wasn’t a mistake. But it was a risk.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this dose of fun! I did in fact do so much research into Romanian festivals and street food.

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Sanderstober 2024

SANDERSTOBER IS HERE! Once again, my friends and I are creating art prompts for you all to try your hand at for every day of this month, if you'd like! Try one, try some, try all! If you miss a day but still want to do a prompt from a day you missed, please go ahead! This is all just for fun. If you'd like to share your creations, you can use #Sanderstober2024. I'd love to see! Hope you enjoy them! 🍁

October 1: Always gotta start out this day with the traditional prompt! take a character from media or OC and draw how they look on September 30th vs. how they look on October 1st!

October 2: Create a sheet ghost, but featuring the pattern of a sheet/blanket you own or maybe used to own when you were younger. - This idea came from my friend, Andrea!

October 3: A quick Google search of “keyblade designs” (the weapon from Kingdom Hearts) would show you how the weapon changes based off the property the character goes to! Design a keyblade based around any piece of media, as if the main character from Kingdom Hearts traveled there… - This idea came from my friend, Rene!

October 4: There’s a lot of fast food and cereal mascots out there… I think you know where I’m going with this. Take any of those mascots and turn them into a MONSTER or KILLER.

October 5: This one’s a play off a prompt from last year AND it’s a writing prompt! Take any famous character from a horror film, and create a nursery rhyme about them. You can make it completely innocent, or, like many nursery rhymes, remain dark but disguised in pretty language.

October 6: Take your favorite animal… and dress it as your dream profession. - This idea came from my friend, Talyn!

October 7: Take one of your favorite movies and reimagine if it had been marketed as a different genre (e.g. Hellraiser as a family comedy, Goodfellas as a romance, etc.) - This idea came from my friend, Joan!

October 8: Turning things into Pokemon tends to be a favorite prompt of mine, and this year, the category is… fast food! Take any fast food of your choice, create a Pokemon, and name it!

October 9: Take any foreign animation cartoon and draw them in the style of a western animation! - This idea from my friend, Dominic!

October 10: Definitely a sucker for fall fashion and aesthetic, so take any character or group of characters from one of your favorite pieces of content and give them a fall aesthetic makeover.

October 11: Crows collect shiny things… what things might the nest of a crow contain from one of your favorite fictional universes? - This idea came from my friend, Lev!

October 12: Take any color and ONLY use that color in order to depict a Halloween, horror movie, or fall scene.

October 13: A very expressionistic vibe for this prompt: draw the aura which you hope to be walking in during fall or Halloween. - This idea came from my friend, Valerie!

October 14: There’s LOTS of new words and sayings out there (skibidi, rizz, Ohio, ick, etc.). Google some, you’ll learn a couple new ones. I want you to create a Halloween monster/creature/cryptid based off one of these new words, as if they were the names of the creatures themself (Oh my gosh… it’s the legendary Los Angeles Ick…)

October 15: Sure, people are scared of Halloween monsters… but are there things that would be scary to those monsters? Get creative and depict some things/scenarios that would be terrifying to a typical Halloween creature! - This idea came from my friend, Jackie!

October 16: Those new horror-fied versions of fast food/cereal monsters from October 4 need weapons… take a meal or the cereal from the brand you got your mascot from, and create a weapon inspired by it!

October 17: There has been lots of theorizing in the fields of science on how the human body may evolve in order to either perform modern tasks better or survive… SO, imagine up a human evolution that has adapted to survive some environment (fire, spider bites, rejection), or one that has adapted to perform a certain task (tennis, gaming, folding clothes). - This idea comes from my friend, Joan!

October 18: So, Toy Story 5 has been announced… draw the next toy that’s gonna be introduced as a character in it.

October 19: Returning to an annual favorite of mine… take any character(s) from a piece of media and depict them in the style of a Tim Burton character.

October 20: As a play off of Dominic’s suggestion from an earlier day, take any western animation’s characters and depict them in the style of a foreign animation!

October 21: Taking inspiration from the movie, Hocus Pocus, take any character from a piece of media and depict them riding what *they* would probably bewitch into a broomstick if they had to in a pinch!

October 22: They’re giving your favorite background character a spin-off series. What does the poster for it look like? - This idea is from my friend, Dominic!

October 23: Ok… that monster/killer mascot you made on October 4th? The movie has to have a setting. Maybe an appropriate building? Maybe an entire town… Depict that setting…

October24: Take a character from your favorite movie/tv show and depict them as if they were a character in a fighting game like Smash Bros. or Street Fighter! What does their special/ultimate move look like? - This idea came from my friend, David!

October 25: Take any fun/special memory from your life and create a children’s book cover inspired by it. - This idea came from my friend, Stephanie!

October 26: Take your favorite classic Halloween monster and use them as inspiration for a new species of insect… - This idea came from my friend, Dahlia!

October 27: This feels like a classic for any time of year: take any favorite piece of media and cast the Sanders Sides in it.

October 28: [Any of your favorite pieces of media] … and Zombies

October 29: Think of a very important key object from one of your favorite movies or tv shows that the protagonist(s) finds. Now imagine they never stumbled upon it. What would it look like 100 years later? What else may have happened to it if the protagonist never found it? - This idea came from my friend, Chantz!

October 30: Now… we combine the ideas together to make the ultimate new Halloween villain! Take your creations from October 4th, 8th, 16th, and 23rd, and place them all together to create a scene of them terrorizing the main protagonists!

October 31: And, as a classic end-of-the-month tradition, today’s prompt is about celebrating the reason for the season, Halloween! Imagine if Halloween was like New Year’s Eve for Halloween creatures/characters. What would they look like, dressed all fancy for the occasion and celebrating?

Got the list fully completed! Looking forward to whatever you all create! 

[ghostofhyuck]

there you are sweetheart. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

when they found you after losing you in a crowd.

‧˚ʚ ───────── ₊‧꒰ა ୨ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊ ───────── ɞ˚‧

Mark Lee

Once Mark finds you on a corner after searching for almost ten minutes in a music festival. He swears to God that his heart stopped. He would probably ask you where have you been and how you ended up there, the signal was bad and in the middle of fun, Mark just realized that you're not by his side. He would probably ask you if you want to go back to the crowd or not, and if you do, he'll be the type to be not letting go of you anymore. Would backhug you or place his arms around your shoulder so that you won't be separated. 

Huang Renjun

Renjun would let his anger senses heightened up because you got lost again. It was a busy market and you were always the type to stray away, so when you did it in a foreign market, Renjun just couldn't help but to be a bit mad at you, he'll probably nag you because he found you almost far inside the market. But !! He gives in because you'll give him your puppy eyes, telling him that you found these cute accessories and it reminds you of him. He'll give in for you but won't let go of you after that incident!

Lee Jeno

"There you are," I feel like Jeno will be super rational if ever you get lost in a crowd. He'll try to contact you immediately, and if he couldn't reach you. Then he'll just turn the place upside down lol. Once he finds you standing like a sad puppy on a side, he'll be relief, probably will ask you if you're okay and how did it happened that you got lost. You just excused yourself that you need to go the restroom but forgot your way. He was glad nothing happened to you but wouldn't let you out of his sight ever again. 

Lee Donghyuck

Oh just like Renjun, Haechan will be angry if you got lost. He already told you that it'll be busy streets with lots and lots of people!! He told you to hold his hands but when he turned around and saw that you're not there anymore, he'll be so worried sick! Haechan found you not far away, almost on the verge of crying making him worry more !! Would stop nagging because he doesn't want to make you feel bad and will probably bribe you food so that you can be okay again lol. 

Na Jaemin

You and Jaemin are struggling to find your way out of a crowded venue, that your hand slipped out of his. Jaemin would sense it immediately but when he turned around, you're just not there anymore! He'll be so worried, trying to find the path you two walked through but the crowd just hinders him more. He found you a few minutes later and asks you if you're okay because the crowd was pretty rough too. Would probably cling to you more, like wrap his arms around your waist type of skinship so that you wouldn't be lost again. 

Zhong Chenle

Probably lost you at a busy and crowded mall that's too complicated for your brain. Would be the type to call you and if you didn't answer him, he'll try to search for the place you two went. His worries will be all gone when you sent him a message, telling him about your whereabouts. Once you two met, he'll casually tell you to tell him where are you going next time but will never let you leave his sight. You want to go this shop ? Okay, let's go there. You needed to go the restroom? Yeah, he's waiting outside so that you won't get lost again. 

Park Jisung

This poor baby will panic once you two got separated at a concert ground where the signal is so shitty !! Probably will try to cling on his one-bar signal, hoping that it can send you a message. Also the type of losing you in the crowd because he goes everywhere to look for you, and seeing that he's not there, you'll go to search for him because you're worried about your boyfriend getting lost too. Will probably find you first and you two will laugh at how you two are trying to look for each other. Won't let go of your hand anymore and would accompany you wherever you go!

[northopalshore]

Northopalshore's

Union predictions & analysis

♀ This is just a short analytical post. I wanted to apply my knowledge onto my own chart to be used as an example of how to read your placements. I'll link my general guides under this post for you to refer to & try to interpret yours on your own as well. alt title;

(Deconstructing the natal union and how it affects the Union persona chart)

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧Union in the natal chart

Are the general circumstances of meeting your spouse, the first contact where both start getting aquainted 1st hand with each other whether online or not.

My union asteroid is in Libra (°26 Taurus) in the 8th house. I'll likely meet my FS through some sort of service ( I'm likely the one providing said service). While I'm at home. You can look at my parents' example here.

I'll likely meet him online as everything points to meeting through some sort of research or study based (i.e involving technology or knowledge) service which could mean something related to the occult? Since I own an astrology (occult) blog. It could be related to me doing something new as well here. Perhaps finally offering paid services?

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ Union in the Union persona chart

Is your first face-to-face meeting or first date. The first time you both get together in real life or romantically.

In my Union persona chart, the sun (natal union) is in the 11th house, conjuncting Jupiter (°28 cancer) in Libra.

Neptune is in Aquarius (°14 Taurus) the 3rd house in retrograde which means talking online a lot. There may be some communication issues at first, finding it a bit difficult to navigate our conversations without seeing each other. Could be different languages too. Literally video calls & texts as the main source of communication.

Union in the Union persona chart is in Scorpio (°14 Taurus) in the 12th house. The first time I'll meet my FS face-to-face will be in a foreign country (involving distant travelling), likely at his house as a first date. It's going to be a private & intimate meeting which is slightly taboo or risky ( I mean who tf would fly over just to meet a stranger at their house??? I would appearantly.) Our dates may mostly be indoors or somewhere with less people around and there won't be anyone with us besides each other.

Ex 1: I have a friend who has her union in the union PC in Leo (°24 pisces ) in 12th house. The first time she met her fiance face to face was at his state (she had to fly to him to meet for the first time). They both met up at a public place & their dates were mostly somewhere with a lot of people & fun things to do i.e arcades, the cinema, the market, the beach & even malls.

Ex 2: Her union persona chart sun (natal union) is in Gemini (°17 Leo) in the 10 house. The MC is in an Aries (°13) degree. She first met him online while doing TikTok live (entertaining people but also putting herself out there).

The significance of asteroid Briede & Groom in the union persona chart;

it shows you what you and your spouse will be doing when you first met. What you're doing right to the point of when you meet them or heard or them.

My Groom is in the 4th house in the Union persona chart. It's in Aries (°6 Virgo) in retrograde. My FS will likely at be at home (or at his hometown ) when he first "meets" me (online), he could be looking for something that day (retrograde) or doing something that he normally does or have been pushing back from doing for a while. He could be searching for something related to himself (placements?).

My Briede is in the 10th house. It's in Virgo (°28 cancer). I'll likely be working on a passion project that is beneficial for my career or just my "job". I will be at home or a place of comfort, doing something I would usually do i.e tend to my blog. For me, it's just another day planning a post or something. Doing something I usually do, researching in the comfort of my own home.

Ex 1: My mom has Briede in the 8th house in Capricorn (°6 Virgo) & Groom in the 11th house in Taurus. She had just started working at my father's hometown as a banker when they first met. A coworker introduced her to a guy who took long-distance driving commissions (that was my dad!). He was working when he met her, & she was at a new town for work.

Ex 2: My friend (same friend from earlier) has Briede in her 8th house in Taurus (°4 cancer) & Groom in the 4th house in retrograde. It's in Sagittarius (°14 Taurus). Both of them were at home when they met. So for starters, she was bored because she had just finished her studies & was waiting for a call back from uni. She decided to try something new (TikTok live) for fun but she also received a lot of "gifts" and treated it as sort of a side hustle lmao. Her fiance wasn't an active watcher, but he had a friend who did & showed her account to him. He was immediately interested and asked his friend to contact her for him lmao. He is from a different state than her.

Theory & speculation

My prediction of how it's going to go down would be that my FS may be a regular or a passive reader on my blog. He may go through my archive to see what I have to offer ( intellectually). If he's anything like me, he can read both the intention & " reach" certain people have. So he'll likely be stalking the blog in a way. I can't tell when he'll find it but when he does, he will do a bit of his own "research" on it. Down a rabbit hole if you will. Either that or he'll have a friend say "yo check this out" then spiral from there.

It's also a prediction, since if my calculations are correct then I'll see it manifesting in the later half of 2025. Which makes sense when looking at my 2026 SRC, there will be a lot of travelling for me that year which could be related to seeing my FS & 2027 is when Jupiter enters my 7th house in virgo. I have a feeling this post will be brought up again in the future. Looking at my chart, the progression seems to go like this

2025 meeting FS> 2026 dating period/ possible proposal> 2027 proposal & or wedding. It's quite quick lmao, but I guess we'll see. Besides, it pretty much lines up with my natal boda in aries.

It may feel or look rushed to you, but it makes a lot of sense for me. Though , I myself am rather skeptical. Boda is also in the 2nd house with a Virgo (°18) degree, so it's not a "reckless" marriage either.

There's a lot more information I can dig, but I'll save it for another day.

Wait a minute... Don't tell me he'll find me through reading a stolen post about him (placements) from me on TikTok??? Omg.

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[probablyasocialecologist]

Disco Elysium's setting was formerly the site of a communist revolution that established the Commune of Revachol. It didn't last long. The Coalition of Nations brutally put the communists down, divided the city among themselves, and enforced a free market capitalist system. The results are depressingly apparent in Revachol's dilapidated district of Martinaise. "The literacy rate is around 45% west of the river," Joyce Messier, a negotiator sent to parley with Martinaise's striking union, tells our protagonist. "Fifty years of occupation have left these people in an *oblivion* of poverty." This state of affairs is overseen by the Moralist International, a union of centre-left and centre-right parties that professes to represent the cause of humanism, but whose primary concern is transparently the preservation of capitalist interest – a Coalition official happily tells us that "the Coalition is only looking out for *ze price stabilitié*", arguing that inflation in Revachol must be prevented, comparing it to a heart disease that could block the "normal circulation of the economy". The people of Revachol don't matter. Their suffering and oppression is only significant as a necessary symptom of the system functioning as intended.  The most biting aspect of this critique of capitalist exploitation can be found in the cynicism of those who represent Moralism, or at least, its interests. The aforementioned Joyce Messier is its perfect embodiment. She does not believe in the facade of humanity Moralism presents to the world, and is under no illusions about what it has done to the people of Martinaise. She tells you how bad things are, freely admitting that the pieces of legislation put in place by the Moralist Coalition to govern Revachol are there to keep "the city in a [...] laissez-faire stasis to the benefit of foreign capital". This corrosion of belief via cynicism, this depiction of a system that continues to operate unimpeded despite few believing in it, feels all too familiar.  This critique of liberal capitalism's hypocrisy, cynicism, exploitation and deep-rooted connections to colonialism, is particularly powerful in recognising the precarious position it finds itself in. It has reached a stasis that seems, paradoxically, both insurmountable, and on the verge of collapse. Moralism relies on this contradiction. It's unofficial motto, "for a moment, there was hope", underlines the degree to which its dominance depends on the preclusion of the idea that a better world is possible, that there is no alternative, echoing the End of History sentiment that created the (rapidly disintegrating) political consensus of our lived reality. Despite growing dissatisfaction with the status quo in the real world, it has, indeed, proved difficult to imagine an alternative. The oft-repeated phrase attributed to literary critic and political theorist Fredric Jameson, that is is easier to imagine the end of the world than it is the end of capitalism, has almost become a cliché. However, the mistake Joyce makes, and one that we should avoid, is to assume that this means an alternative won't emerge nonetheless.

[...]

In a world where everyone is encouraged to look out for themselves, Disco Elysium suggests we should remember the value of collectivity, camaraderie and community. The Deserter has forgotten that though the communism he identified with is dead, the values that brought people to its cause in search of a better world remain as valid as ever. Bleak as it is, those values exist in Martinaise. They exist in us. Their latent power has the potential to lead us towards better horizons. 

[gh0stly-mp3]

dancing on the seaside

aka: mandando o passinho na beira do mar

lavinho x manager gn!reader

synopsis: the fc barcha team is invited to a beach day by lavinho, and you, the team's manager, is his special guest

tags: crack, beach episode, lavinho brazillian icon, fc barcha cast, fluff, male reader in mind

warnings: words in portuguese (w translation), mature language, kinda long fic

a/n: shout out to all of my brazillian mates! (you can send requests in pt-br if you want :D) + requests are open!

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Managing FC Barcha’s business and marketing was a hard task, surely, but a satisfying one. You were once a player, but now took care of the team, and Lavinho recognised your job well.

You became closer to him, and his care-free personality revealed a lot of his mind. It was no surprise to you that, one day, he invited – almost dragged – the entire team to a beach day. While you were not a player, you were his special guest.

For weeks he searched for the right place, somewhere they could have fun, relax and, most importantly, have a barbecue. You helped him find and rent a BBQ spot, as he was quite lost on the process, being a foreigner. He promised a thank-you, a special one for you, but only on the beach.

The place itself was a beautiful stretch of dark sand that gave face to the japanese sea’s horizon, few islands and boats on the way. Behind laid a path of grass that was separated from the beach by a wooden fence. Some trees sprouted and leaned to the ocean, letting pink and yellow petals fall on the shore. A small, but long gazebo covered the grill and some picnic tables.

The photos taken from the rent place managed to convince majority of the team to show up, while Otoya convinced the last two or three people. Everyone was going, and you were the only person that knew how happy this made Lavinho.

When the day came, everyone was excited, but no one could expect how excited Lavinho was. The days inside the Blue Lock complex made him hunger for the sun, the sea and the wind. His lack of a shirt, the palm-tree pattern of his shorts and the amount of junk he brought showed it.

There were beach umbrellas, weird types of meats and other food for the barbecue, a sound box playing loud funk, and many beach towels made of a very fine fabric.

When everyone questioned his over-preparation, he and the spanish players were shocked to discover that japanese beaches were quiet and organized. And to you, he described the loud and colorful vibes of the south american seaside, promising to take you to Rio de Janeiro one day.

Everything was fantastic. Bachira managed to build a huge sand castle, while the rest of the team tried to pillage it with water guns. Otoya disappeared for half an hour, and came back after flirting with a couple of girls around.

Lavinho taught you how to grill steaks in brazilian style – or, better describing it, he gave some instructions and let you battle against the griller. And to his surprise and admiration, your cooking skills were wonderful!

The steak was perfectly medium, which managed to collect some compliments from the team. He grilled some cheese and garlic bread, along with meats you and the team had never seen before.

Later on, you all played soccer on the sand, and with such a different field, things got a bit hard. The dribbles were slower, but even without some years of practice, you managed to follow Lavinho’s pace, goaling for your team in a drawn-on-the-sand goal.

“Wow gracinha [cutie]!” - He said, examining you - “If you keep up like that I’ll have to upgrade your thank-you”. - You had already forgotten about it, but something on his face made you believe that, not only did he not forget, he thought about it quite some times.

Finally, when he was melting with sweat, Lavinho ran to the sea. Some of the players were already there, and they even played volleyball on the water, almost letting the sea carry the ball away.

Many of the spanish players, alongside the brazilian, wanted to stay until the sunset, so you all did. The evening was quieter, with the majority staying around the tables, grilling, eating and enjoying the view.

When everyone started to pack up to leave, Lavinho had somehow gone into the water without anyone noticed. - “Porra [fuck], I’ve been here for some time now, I can’t believe none of you noticed! Seus idiotas [you idiots]…” - You, who had stayed dry the entire time, was elected the one to drag Lavinho back to land.

It was no easy task. He seemed to dance not only on the field, but also on the ocean. Anytime you got closer to him, he dived and appeared behind you, scaring the shit out of you. - “Hey hey delícia [hottie], come on! Shit, what happened to you? You used to be faster!” - and again he dribbled, not a ball, but himself from you.

The sunset painted the sky pink and yellow, while the flower petals decorated the white ripples. And then a hand grabbed your arm, pulled you underwater and held you by the waist, letting you float above the culprit. Lavinho gave a simple smile, and as soon as your muscles understood how to keep your breath, you felt a kiss.

[maisbookstore]

Tobirama's Right Hand- Headcanons- Part 1

·  Tobirama looks at you as if you were one of his scrolls—his sharp scarlet eyes searching for any flaw you might have, any mistake you might make. He is a careful observer and a perfectionist by nature.

·  The mighty Senju didn’t want to admit that he needed help. Protecting the village, going on missions, building diplomatic relationships in the newly established village, keeping up with his inventions plus paperwork—it was all too much, even for him, despite his insane work schedule. He was in desperate need of a helping hand.

·  You came from a prestigious clan, with powerful jutsus in your arsenal. You fought alongside your family and relatives. While you’ve won many battles, death didn’t spare you—you’ve lost many loved ones. These unfortunate events made you realize that you, too, long for peace.

After hearing Hashirama’s offer, and vision about this place called Konoha, your family decided to settle there- hence you were one of the first residents of the village. The older Senju was overjoyed, greeting each settler with a beaming face, while the younger one kept a straight face on, as if he was trying to read everyone’s thoughts.

As the days passed, you began to wonder about your future. Though the peace was fragile, it was real—filled with pleasantries you could never have imagined. The villagers' faces were adorned with smiles, and the overall aura of the place was calming. After all, it was a breathtakingly beautiful settlement. Soon, foreign merchants began to appear with their goods, and the locals started exchanging their own products. It felt like the calm after a storm.

 Speaking of storms… the younger Senju—the one with white hair and flaming red eyes—was marching through the market with scrolls in his hands, likely diplomatic letters from future settlers. His eyes darted furiously around, scanning the crowd. You quickly stepped aside—not wanting to risk standing in the way of an angry Senju—and continued on with your day.

You bought the items you needed and returned to the house you had purchased for yourself. Though it was uncommon for a maiden to leave her family home, you longed for freedom, and your parents had agreed. After all, it was a new beginning.

 You soon became friends with the other new residents—the shared past of horrors and bloodshed forged those bonds quickly—and within a few months, you found a good friend: the First Hokage’s wife, who, despite her position, treated everyone equally.

Soon, those little chit-chats turned into full-blown conversations about anything and everything, and your heart swelled with joy each time you caught sight of her familiar red mane.

 Mito frequently invited you to her home to ease the loneliness that had begun to settle in her heart due to her husband’s demanding job as the leader and heart of the village. He rarely had enough time, but upon the rare occasions he was at home he made sure to treat his wife like a goddess. Sometimes his younger brother also visited bringing paperwork with himself. He was quiet most of the time, but when he spoke all eyes were on him. Tobirama’s voice was strong, booming almost when he was talking about politics or war, but softened significantly when he absentmindedly recalled some memories from his childhood.

You quickly picked up on his schedule: he worked late on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, so he typically visited on Wednesdays and Sundays. You also noticed the dark circles under his eyes—clear signs of sleepless nights. His lips were chapped from neglecting basic self-care, and his entire body seemed tense, as if it had forgotten how to relax.

 You weren’t friends, not really. He was merely an acquaintance—a relative of a friend—but he was also the Hokage’s right hand. Hashirama had help: Tobirama.But who helped Tobirama?

Maybe you could help? You contemplated in silence, when you started to feel someone’s gaze on you. It was Mito’s dark blue orbs looking at you questioningly, like she was asking: „What’s on your mind, Y/n?” You shook your head at Mito, signing that everything was fine. But then you felt another pair of eyes observing you. They were red.

[insidemyblood]

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I want to start by saying fuck ICE, fuck the US government and everyone who voted for what's happening.

Here's the thing, our wages are painfully low. Our currency barely holds value compared to your dollars and euros. Corruption and violence shadow our streets because of the drugs the "first world" countries consume. Not to mention the economic models in which they forced our countries to export cheap raw materials. Oh, and the loans, cutting public investment in science, education, and technology in exchange for opening our markets to foreign corporations.

Funny how I even have to use their language just to make my point but...

As a Mexican, it's hard not to feel disheartened.

Yet when someone goes north in search of opportunity or safety, they’re met not with understanding, but with detention centers and dehumanizing policies. Many of those detained are long-time residents, asylum seekers, and people simply trying to build a life in peace.

What the United States so often forgets and always chooses to ignore is that a vast stretch of its southwestern territory was Mexico. You probably get your "winner’s side history" told a certain way, but most of that land was stolen. So when people migrate north, they are not "invading". They are moving through lands that were once theirs.

And I'm not even going to talk about how when US people come to live here, they want us to change our culture for them and how they don't even pay for taxes or anything.

[tohakumaru]

once upon a time, there was a crow who lived too long for it own good. one day, death came to him: "crow, I think it's your time to go"; to which the crow lamented,

"i'm afraid i cannot go, for i have not yet found myself a bride. how could one leave, without once being in love"

death thought for a moment and agreed, "perhaps there's something in that. very well, keep looking, but i will be back."

so the crow kept living, and searching. for more than 300 years it roamed the earth. it stood at cross roads, perched on fences, flew accross star-lit nights, and basked its shiny black wings through sun and rain.

it cawed under rose-tinted windows and breezy barn-doors, frequented markets and fairs, even did its fair share of songs at spring-time dances. yet, tried as it might, the crow could not find someone to love. this was certainly not through a fault in character - the crow was just so content with itself, longing was something much unheard of.

and how could one be in love, without once yearning?

another 300 years passed, and time caught up with the crow. little by little, the fraying nipped at its tail, all the way to the back of its mind. sleep started to feel like dredge at the bottom of a wine glass. the crow found itself walking a lot now. the sky was just as beautiful as ever, but its feet found comfort in the sturdiness of the soil.

another sunny day, the crow was wandering through the woods when, from deep in the dark pine groves, came low hums and whistles in a foreign tongue that peaked its curiosity. following the sound, the crow arrived at a clearing to see a strange being: a maiden covered from head to toe in veils and cloths. she sat on top of a dark buffalo, hands deftly spinning wool from a drop spindle. the crow was awe-struck, and took a step closer.

the maiden looked up, greeted the crow with flutting lashes and glinting eyes behind the black black head-cloth. it knew then, that it was in love.

courting was a simple affair. the centuries taught the crow very well, on how to go about things. before another spring rolls around, the crow's wedding was all in place. man, beasts, birds and other things all came to rejoyce the matrimony of the crow and the maiden in black. they all sang and danced through 3 night and 3 days. afterall, it was not so often that a crow found love.

when the wine stopped flowing, the fireworks died down and the guest left, the crow and its bride went to bed. finally, under the cover of darkness, it gently lifted the black veil from her head. they gazed at each other adoringly, a smile drew on both their faces. with reverence, the crow pressed its beak against death's lips, and fell asleep.

[writingforstraykids]

Lost

Pairing: Chanlix x femReader

Word Count: 898

Summary: Felix gets lost once again. Only this time it's not on stage but in a foreign city.

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff,

A/N: Hope you like it @miuracha 💕

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

In the bustling city center, Chan, Felix, and you found yourself in a whirlwind of new sights, sounds, and experiences. The air was heavy with the scent of street food and traffic. You were excited to explore some more over the following days.

On your second day, you decided to visit a famous market known for its labyrinth-like layout. The market was a vibrant mix of colors and activities, with vendors selling everything from exotic spices to handmade crafts. Felix's eyes seemed to grow wider with every new thing you spotted, which was such a typical thing for him.

As you wandered through the crowded alleys, you stopped to examine a stall selling jewelry. Chan noticed a nearby café and suggested you'd grab a coffee. Felix, however, was distracted by a stall in the distance and nodded absentmindedly, his attention already elsewhere.

"I'll catch up in a minute," Felix called out, not waiting for a response before disappearing into the crowd.

Chan and you shrugged, making your way to the café. You talked happily, sipping your coffee, confident that Felix would find you easily. However, your conversation grew silent as minutes turned into half an hour.

"He should have been here by now," Chan said, his brows furrowed with worry.

You checked your phone, but there were no messages. "Maybe he got distracted," you suggested, but your voice betrayed you, laced with concern.

You decided to go back to the market, retracing your steps in search of Felix. The market, however, seemed to have transformed into an entirely different maze, with each turn leading you further into the city.

Anxiety spread through Chan’s chest as he called out Felix's name, his voice lost in the buzzing noise of the market. You felt a growing sense of panic, the unfamiliar surroundings making you feel lost.

Chan’s mind raced with worst-case scenarios, each more frightening than the last. He tried to focus, to remember any detail that could lead you to Felix, but the panic clouded his thoughts. Where the hell was he? "Don't let go of my hand," Chan said for the fifth time as you walked down an alley.

You fought back tears as you searched. The thought of Felix getting lost all alone in this city was terrifying. He didn't pick up his phone either, going straight to voicemail.

After an hour, the realization that Felix was truly lost hit you like a physical blow. Chan contacted the local authorities, his voice shaking as he filed a missing person's report.

As the day turned into evening, with no word from Felix, you returned to your hotel. Chan couldn’t stop pacing, his mind racing with guilt. "I should have noticed he wasn't with us sooner," he muttered, his voice laced with self-hatred and guilt.

You sat on the bed, clutching your phone tightly in your hand, hoping for a sign of Felix. "This is my fault. I should have made sure he was following," you whispered.

After another hour, Chan and you decided to search for him again, and you both flinched when Chan's phone rang. It was Felix. "Baby, are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

Felix explained how he had gotten lost, his phone battery dead, and his attempts to find his way back useless in the city's confusing streets. He eventually got help from the police.

The relief that washed over Chan and you was overwhelming. You rushed to the station, your steps quickening. When you finally saw him sitting in the waiting area looking exhausted but unharmed, Chan ran over, wrapping him in a tight hug. You were right behind him, your eyes shining with tears.

"I'm so sorry," Felix whispered, his voice breaking. "I didn't mean to worry you."

Chan shook his head, pulling him into his arms. "Don't apologize. We're just glad you're safe."

The ride back to the hotel was quiet. The joy of finding Felix was mixed with the realization of how quickly things could go wrong.

Back in your room, the tension that had built up over the night slowly began to fade. You all sat together, cuddled up, and tried to calm down.

Chan broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was so scared. The thought of losing you..." he trailed off, choking on his words.

Felix reached out for him, taking his hand in his. "I was scared, too. I felt so alone out there. I should have been more careful."

You shook your head, tears glistening in your eyes. "No, Lix, it's not your fault. We all agreed. It was just a shitty situation."

You all sat in silence for a while, and Felix, who always found comfort in physical touch, leaned into Chan, his head resting on his shoulder. Chan wrapped an arm around him, pulling you closer with his other arm.

"We're okay. That's all that matters," Chan said, his voice steady but still filled with anxiety.

The sun began to rise, casting a soft light into the room. You decided to spend the rest of your trip together, Chan's hands never leaving yours and Felix's. The previous night's experience had changed you, making you realize how much they meant to you. You knew now that no matter where life took you, you would always find your way back to each other. You'd never get lost with them right by your side.

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Flâneur

What if AZ is seen wandering in the city lol. Might not happen, may happen, who knows.

Short story I randomly made up for no reason if anyone wants to read based on this art (it's not the best but I wanted to indulge in my thoughts):

He wandered. It took great effort and time to get around the labyrinth of buildings. It did not help that his aged senses struggled with grasping all the novelties he had never seen before in his lifetime, nor did it help that hundreds of curious gazes and whispers accompanied him all the way through.

He had been well used to eye contact; not because of his height, but rather because of his status and duties he once held. Though now he was no more than a lost empty shell of a man, merely equipped with a heavy heart and a luggage full of harrowing memories and bygone knowledge that seemed of no use here.

He was a nobody, yet his presence was pronounced. Aside from his stature, his ragged, dull-coloured outfit and his long, unkempt white hair contrasted greatly with the finely made dresses and suits worn by the inhabitants of this great megalopolis. He stood out as a sore thumb, a prickly weed amidst a garden of small colorful flowers. Even though this place was formerly his home, he only became a stranger, a foreigner both in time and space.

Shunning the looks, gasps and hurried whispers he had garnered, he marched on, with no destination set in mind. An old habit that had turned into a lifelong custom - an eternal wayfarer he had become and identified himself as, since he had no home to return to. It had been long gone, washed away by the tides of time. 

He could not help but admire just how the place brimmed with life -  the way the afternoon golden sunlight poured down on the wide paved streets and avenues, where people chattered and strolled about, carrying bags full of goods purchased from the market stands. Carriages rocked and passed by, along with carts loaded with supplies of organic products. Pidoves pecked on bread crumbs at every chance they could get.

The longer he observed, his mind stirred up thoughts and ideas and imagination of all sorts. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment  as he saw himself opening up the mass contraption, unleashing a huge brilliant beam of light that pierced through the clouds, the skies, to the heavens above, soon to scorch upon the earth. Destruction was his legacy, forever engraved onto his name, a grave sin of his that took the form of a key that he long bore for centuries. The effects of his crime more or less tagged him everywhere, lurking around within his shadow. 

It haunted him.

He took a deep breath and doddled the other way, searching for a place to sit. His legs needed a break and so did his mind. He continued onwards until a fragrant scent reached his senses, causing him to stop in his tracks. Taking a closer look, he found a cart stocked with motleys of blooming flowers. There, a short, petite woman donned in a white dress looked around the pots, still yet to decide on which one to choose.

He couldn't help but draw near, all while memories seeped into his mind where his younger self plucked a handful of flowers, tying them and placing them onto his beloved one as a crown. As he bumbled towards the cart, the short-haired brunette took notice of his presence and backed away from him, startled. He mumbled an apology with a tilt of his head, stepping away from the cart. Once she regained composure, she smiled and invited him to come forward with a flick of her hand, quickly dismissing the awkwardness of the encounter.

"Lovely, aren't they?" she said, leaning towards one pot filled with daffodils and sniffed one. AZ did not expect the lady to speak, yet alone to him out of all people. But he did not want to rudely decline a conversation. He hardly exchanged a conversation with a human being for so long in the countless years of his wandering.

He yearned to regain a sense of humanity again, for he had long lost his sense of self along the way in his descent to desolation.

"...Yes, they certainly are," words parted from his lips. "Fleetingly beautiful. Small, but valuable. Truly Earth's finest wealth." With his gloved, coarsened hand, he gently lifted a drooping rose and over to the lavender. The lady in white's smile remained as she eyed his solemn expression. Her soft gaze held a tender curiosity, free of disdain and wariness, unlike the gawking reactions from others. She turned away briefly, returning to her search for some moments just before re-opening her mouth.

"With all of that cumbersome load and thick garment, you must have traveled a great distance. From where you might be?" She inquired. On her right, a Floette drifted up towards AZ, smiling brightly the same way her partner did. As soon as he caught sight of the Floette, it broke his stolid, stony expression. He tried to utter a response but failed. From the bottom of his stomach, grief resurfaced, securing his throat at a chokehold. Tears blurred his vision and he fluttered his eyes quickly. The Floette tapped on his shoulder in an attempt to reassure him, but a few tears trickled down his pale, hollow-cheeked face.

"I...I apologize. I am suddenly reminded of something," he stuttered and looked away in shame. He had thought he had dried all his tears up after all these years.

Taking a quick gander at her surroundings, the lady beckoned to him to follow and he did so without a complaint until they reached a small alleyway, where ratattas scrambled out about. The lady fumbled in her bag and pulled out a handkerchief. "This should be a better place. I should be the one giving an apology, you did not do any wrongdoing. I am no fan of the public either." He accepted her generous offer and dabbed at his eyes, then gave his thanks.

"In a way, you remind me of my grandfather," she said. "Gentle, soft-spoken and fond of nature." As she spoke, the Floette twirled around AZ in a small happy dance. He cracked a weak smile, then returned to his usual countenance. .

"Do I?" he questioned.

"Your mannerism and tone precisely resemble him. I would have loved for him to meet you, surely you would have been good friends."

He smiled and said nothing. They stood in silence, gazing outward at the end of the alleyway, with small streaks of people flowing in and out of the street.

"It is better for me to go now. I worry that I am troubling you, having meddled with your errands," he said with concern, looking downwards at the lady. "I thank you for your acts of kindness. I truly appreciate it." For every word he said, he meant it. He glanced sideways at the lady's Floette and it dawned on him that he had something with him that he could give to the lady as a return of  favor.

AZ dug into his pockets.

"This may not be much, but I hope that you may use these to grow in your garden." He said, extending his long slender arm towards her, handing her a bag of red trillium seeds that he had collected not too long ago in his journey, in hopes of planting along barren areas long affected by the war and the destruction of the ultimate weapon.

"Oh, you are too kind, traveler! I have heard of these before, but never have I expected to possess them!" she placed both of her hands on her chest, gushing. "Do you see this, Fleurine? We can grow more!" she beamed to her companion, who spun around once more in great joy. She turned back forward to him and grinned.

"Before we depart, my name is Acacia for your knowledge, should we ever cross paths and meet again. It  was a great pleasure of exchanging some brief pleasantries with you, good sir! May your journey be filled with great tidings!" she waved at him, joined by her Floette, who waved her flower at him.

"Likewise. My name is AZ. If we do not meet again, then let those seeds be a souvenir of me. I wish you a prosperous life ahead," he said."Au revoir, Ehzie!" the young lady called one last time, and made her way back to the market. Waving back and nodding, he trotted off. He managed to make his way to the end of the city, apparently named Lumiose, with hope sprouting within his ancient, grief-ridden heart.

[scribbles97]

WIP Wednesday

There's plenty of Whump going around at the moment... so have some fluff with Lucy, Scott, and John!

“Merci.” 

“De rien!”

Lucy smiled at the baker as they handed over the bag of goodies to John, the five year old grinning as he reached into the bag for a Pain Aux Raisin. They’d left Jeff and Virgil back at the holiday cottage and taken the short stroll up to the village in search of breakfast items and a baguette to take with them down to the beach. It was only their fourth day in the country and John had already picked up common phrases as they had walked through the airport and then the market. 

He’d been delighted to hear Lucy speak so fluently to their host when they had finally arrived at the little cottage on the beach. Immediately he had started echoing her, testing each of the foreign words on his tongue as eagerly as Scott had been to taste the freshly baked bread at the airport. 

“Why does John speak French?” Scott asked as they stepped out onto the street and he took her hand, “I had lessons at school and he knows more than me.”

“I don’t know, honey.” She told him as they walked down the hill, “He just has an ear for it.”

She didn’t need to look down to see the face he pulled at her words. Sometimes she forgot he was still quite so young, he didn’t understand all the sayings that other adults would. 

“What does that mean?”

“Well,” She paused as they waited to cross the road, plucking the bag from John as he reached in for a second pastry, “some people just have to listen to something to understand it. Other people need to work on it a bit more.”

Scott looked around her to his younger brother, “You understand what they’re saying?”

John frowned at his big brother, reaching for the bag in his mother’s arms, “No.”

“Not until we get home John.” She told him, reaching for his hand as they crossed.

“But--” Scott chased after them, “Mom said you can just--”

She shook her head with a smile, “Not quite like that, Scott.” She looked down to them both, “John just learns differently to you.” 

Not quicker, not more clever, just different. 

She had no doubts that both of the boys would be intellectual as they got older, but it was clear that John absorbed anything put in front of him like a sponge. Jeff had mentioned enrolling him in the extra-curricular multi-language lessons at school when they had seen just how well he had taken to the French language. Lucy had been wary, knowing the holiday had eaten up most of their savings, and not wanting to push him in a direction she wasn’t certain he would enjoy. 

When he had walked up to the baker and asked for two Pain Aux Raisins in almost perfect dialect, she had quickly changed her mind. 

“I want to be better at French.” Scott had huffed, “Can you help, Mom, please?”

[weaveandwood]

Midwinter in Waterdeep: Part Two

Gale/Tav | Angst & Pining | Read on AO3 | Read Part One | Read Part Three

Summary:

After the defeat of the Netherbrain, Gale Dekarios was a wizard of intentionally lesser renown, a respected professor at Blackstaff Academy, and engaged to the love of his life. His life was enchanted until he came home to an empty tower, and he has been seeing ghosts ever since.

He saw her ghost everywhere.  She haunted him the first day when he got home from teaching. The house was too quiet, and as he set his bag down in the entryway, he saw the ring. He saw the note. I’m sorry. I can’t do this. 

AN: There will be a Part 3 to conclude this and it will be out later this weekend. Thank you all so much for your support on what was supposed to be a one-shot that has taken over my brain completely.

He saw her ghost everywhere. 

She haunted him the first day when he got home from teaching. The house was too quiet, and as he set his bag down in the entryway, he saw the ring. He saw the note. I’m sorry. I can’t do this. He knew her leaving was inevitable the more their conversations became stilted, the more they floated in each other's orbits, the more foreign her touch became. But the tower still smelled like her, still felt like her presence was just around the corner. Still felt like they could have had a chance to fix things. He heard her in his head all night long as he wept in his study. 

It’s not real. She’s not here.  

She haunted him on his walk back from visiting his mother two weeks later, the first time he left his house. He had tried to lay low after she left him, but her name followed him like a poltergeist from the mouths of those he passed on the street, whispering to their friends about who he was, who she was. Wondering how it ended.

It's not real. She’s not here. 

She haunted him when he was in the market four months after she left. He didn’t want to be there. Everything reminded him of her - the cart they would visit once a tenday to buy her favorite sweet rolls, the jewelry store he visited in secret to get her silver ring that was still on the entry table gathering dust. He saw a flash of her hair color and froze. When time regained its ability to move forward he strained his neck, pushing through the crowd searching for her, unable to breathe. Could it be her? Where had she been all these weeks? Was she okay? Had she moved on with someone else who was less tied down by routine? Was she even still alive? 

It wasn’t her, of course. He didn’t go to the market again after that. He still hasn’t.

It’s not real. She’s not here. 

Seasons passed. Festivals, new apprentices, weekly dinners with colleagues - life fell into a rhythm that helped him move forward. He saw her ghost less and less. It had been almost 6 months since the last haunting. He had finally tucked the silver ring into a drawer two tendays ago, an attempt to bury the what ifs and if onlys and begin to exorcize her from his memory at last. Midwinter in Waterdeep was upon him, and he was eager to engage in festivities that evening with colleagues, now friends. A few cups of wine and he felt like the old Gale, showing off a little by using his well-honed magic to create fireworks to fill the room with light and color.

As the illusion sparked and fizzled out to the delight and applause of the other partygoers, a familiar wisp settled itself in the peripheries of his mind. She always loved his illusions, from their first night together with the aurora and the sparkling stars to the smaller ones he created for her everyday in the beginning. If he had kept trying to make her happy, would she have left? If he had noticed her pulling away as he settled into the routine of his life, could he have brought her closer instead of making her feel like her only option was to run?

He set his cup down, the wine steering him toward paths his brain wasn’t ready to go back down yet, preferring to stay focused on the revelry at hand. The snow flurries caught his eye through the large picture window in the front room. He had always loved the snow and moved to the window to watch it in contemplative silence.

He froze, his eyes widened, breath caught in his throat.

Her ghost. Haunting him even here, even now, after all this time. Her hair, her eyes, everything just as he remembered from the morning she left him, standing across the street looking into the window he was currently occupying. Looking at him. He saw the ghost’s eyes widen, saw her quickly turn to walk away, to escape discovery. He wanted to hesitate. He wanted to accept it was just another vision brought on by too many cups of wine, another falsehood of his imagination...but one tiny spark of hope pulled at his mind. 

The ghost had never reacted to him like that before. 

He didn’t remember moving. He didn’t remember running out of the door, the rest of the partygoers gasping as the usually reserved Gale Dekarios knocked over a chair and pushed people out of his way. He didn’t remember the bite of the cold air. He didn’t remember yelling “Stop!” as the ghost moved quickly away, trying to toy with him, as always. He didn’t remember running down the street to catch up to the ghost, preparing himself for it to disappear as usual. He didn’t remember the desperation on his face or in his voice as he reached for her.

He remembered grabbing on to the ghost’s hand, feeling it solid in his. His heart pounded.

“Wait. Please,” he said, panting. The ghost turned around, but it wasn’t a ghost at all. 

She was real.  She was here.  

“Gale,” she whispered, tears in her eyes.

“You’re real. You’re here,” he whispered back, wrapping her in his arms, committing to memory how she felt as he held her tightly for the first time in over a year. It was only then he realized that her absence had permeated every facet of his being and he felt like he could finally breathe again. His lips crashed against hers, time standing still for the two of them as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

She took a step back, breaking their contact, looking down at the ground.

He knew. “You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”

“Tomorrow,” she nodded, a tear falling down her cheek. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

He placed his hands on both sides of her face, brushing away her sadness before kissing her deeply one more time.

Real. Here. 

“Then let me have tonight.”

[bxwitched]

Captive - Part 4

Warnings: Explicit 18+ only, please read at your own risk. Noncon / dubcon, slavery, manipulation, sexual content, violence, descriptions of wounds and blood.

Character Pairing: King!Ivar the Boneless x Slave!Reader

Summary: You find yourself a captive of Ivar the Boneless.

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: I finally found the inspiration to continue this fic after a whole year. Comments, reblogs and likes are all appreciated! You can find my masterlist here.

You stirred as cold fingertips traced along your leg, a large callused hand smoothing shapes over soft the flesh, waking you from your dream. You kicked out at the explorative touch, making a sound of displeasure as Ivar caught your ankle in his firm grip and snickered in amusement.

"It is time to get up, Valkyrie." You groaned, burrowing your face further into the furs.

"Leave me be, King. Let me sleep." He huffed at you from his perch at the end of the bed and you gasped in surprise as he leaned forward and snatched your leg from beneath the blankets, jostling you as he hitched it over his broad shoulder. His icy eyes locked with yours as he pressed a slow kiss to the side of your knee.

You tried to ignore the heat simmering in your belly as his lips brushed against the sensitive flesh, leaving fire in their wake. His intense gaze bore down into you and flashes of the night before came rushing back; the way that Ivar had looked at you as you had taken control of him and used him for your pleasure.

You had behaved no better than a common whore, desperate for the gratification that his body could offer and you felt your cheeks heat at the memory, your stomach twisting into knots.

You leaned back on your elbows and studied Ivar, he was already dressed in his light armour; with his axe fixed to his hip, his knives stowed at his waist, and metal braces in place on his legs. You didn't have time to wonder what his plans for the day were before he brought you out of your thoughts, his breath tickling your soft skin as he spoke.

"I thought that you would be eager to see your little mouse, Valkyrie. But if you would rather remain in bed-" His voice was teasing and you bolted upright, wrenching your leg back from his grip as you looked at him with narrowed eyes, suspicious.

"You will allow it?" He nodded once, his bright eyes fixated on you.

"You have been good for me, haven't you? Torsten is waiting outside to escort you." You tried and failed to hide your excitement as you stood from the bed and rushed to get dressed. Ivar's lips tilted up at the corners and his eyes remained glued to your form as he watched you ready yourself for the day, beguiled by you.

As you walked the streets of Kattegat you had quickly learned that Torsten was not a talkative man; he was tall and well-built with short hair, shorn at the sides and a dark beard. He was more of a mountain than a man, clearly battle hardened and you had no doubts that he was one of Ivar's finest warriors. 

You travelled in silence, trying to ignore the stares of the townspeople as you passed through the busy market, some offered you looks of pity, whilst others flashed you looks of distaste. You couldn't decipher the hushed words and low whispers that were spoken, but you imagined that it was gossip of the king's newest toy, his foreign concubine. 

You wondered how many there were before you and what words were spoken of them, whether they were also from Eire or from lands further afield. 

Torsten came to a stop when you neared a large barn and gestured you in ahead of him. You entered the dimly lit space hesitantly, mindful of the other thralls as they bustled around, readying for their tasks of the day.

You eyes flitted through the crowd of women, searching for the head of golden hair when a weight suddenly barrelled into you, taking your breath and nearly knocking you backwards as a smaller figure clung tightly to your waist.

Alva sobbed against you, her tears staining the richly-dyed fabric of your dress, 'a gift' Ivar had said, 'wear it for me'.

"I thought- I though that I would never see you again-" You hushed the younger girl as she cried, hiccuping as she tried to form words between her gasped breaths and tears.

"I'm here, Alva. All is well." You rubbed her back with one hand and stroked her hair with the other as she slowly calmed and managed to steady her breathing once more.

She looked up at you with glassy eyes, deep emerald irises that she had inherited from her mother's side. 

"Come." You took her hand in yours and lead her away from the barn, down to the waterfront where it was quieter, calmer. You both walked in silence along the waters edge, taking in the warmth of the sun on your face and the sound of the waves as they lapped gently at the shore. Torsten followed behind,  giving you just enough distance to speak privately, a courtesy you hadn't expected from the warrior.

Alva sobbed against you, her tears staining the richly-dyed fabric of your dress, 'a gift' Ivar had said, 'wear it for me'.

"I thought- I though that I would never see you again-" You hushed the younger girl as she cried, trying to form words between her gasped breaths and tears.

"I'm here, Alva. All is well." You rubbed her back with one hand and stroked her hair with the other as she slowly calmed and steadied her breathing.

She looked up at you with glassy eyes, a deep, rich emerald that she had inherited from her mother's side.

"Come." You took her hand and lead her away from the barn and down to the waterfront. You both walked along the waters edge, your shoes sinking slightly into the damp sand as Torsten followed behind you at a distance, giving you enough space speak privately. It was a courtesy you hadn't expected from the warrior but appreciated immensely. 

"Where did they take you?" Your heart wrenched at the concern and fear in her shaking voice.

"They took me to the king." Alva's face paled, her eyes widening further. She looked akin to a doe in the forest, startled by a waiting hunter in the trees.

"Ivar the boneless." Her fear was evident now, her eyes moving over your body franticly. "What did he do? Did he hurt you?"

"No Alva, I'm fine." Your stomach twists at that and you let out a deep sigh, your shoulders sagging slightly. She was six summers younger than you but she was naive for her age, fragile. She wasn't hardened like you, she was innocent and she couldn't begin to understand the complexities of your situation.

She was a lamb amongst wolves and you knew that you had to do everything you could to protect her, even if it meant being the king's whore.

"King Ivar has taken me as his and so long as I am good to him, useful to him, our safety is guaranteed here. We may be thralls here but we are alive Alva, and we are protected. That is all that matters." She chewed her lip nervously and her worried gaze dropped to the floor.

"I have heard things, whispers from the other girls.." You stopped and crouched down to her level, ignoring the cold water that seeped into the hem of your gown as you searched her face with questioning eyes.

"What things?"

"They talk about the king, they say that he is a great warrior, that he is favoured by the gods and has never lost a battle. But-"

"Go on, Alva." You insisted as she shifted her weight nervously.

"They say that because of his legs, he cannot please a woman. He has hurt slave girls and threatened to kill them if they speak of it. They talk of a woman called Margarette, they say he strangled her."

Your eyes lowered to the sand and you nodded your head solemnly, you would not be surprised by such things given your experience of Ivar's volatile nature. You returned to your full height and forced a small smile, one you hoped would reassure the young girl.

"Come along, let us enjoy the water a little longer."

Torsten allowed you to spend a few hours with Alva, soaking up the warmth of the sun and the feel of the salty ocean breeze before telling you that it was time to return to the Hall.

Alva was unhappy to leave you and return to the thrall house but she finally relented when you reassured her that you'd be okay with a soft smile and promised that you would see her again soon.

You were almost back at the Hall when you heard your new moniker being called in the distance and turned to see Hvitserk making his way towards you.

"Valkyrie!" The man was completely different to Ivar, not only in his physical appearance but in his demeanour; whilst Ivar was impassive and unpredictable, Hvitserk was open and seemed to wear his emotions on his sleeve.

He grinned widely at you as he rested on the fence of the training ground, his hair mussed and cheeks red from sparring.

"I see my brother has finally let you spread your wings." You huffed at his jest and moved to rest against the fence beside him, watching as Ivar's men fought each other with vigour, the sharp clashes of steel and crashes of shields heavy in the air.

"They are fine warriors. Though not as fine as you I'm sure.." Hvitserk raised an eyebrow at your taunt, his grin widening as mischief danced behind his eyes.

"You told me that you were a fighter, Valkyrie. Perhaps I wish to see it for myself." You raised your chin slightly, your eyes narrowing in playful challenge.

"My father always believed that I possessed enough fury to rival that of a berserker, maybe we should test that." The blonde man's eyes flashed in delight and he held a hand out to you, helping you over the wooden fence and into the training arena, ignoring Torsten's protests and silencing the larger man with a raised hand.

"Hand me a sword, Ragnarsson." He passed you a short-sword, lighter than you had used before but well-balanced and finely made. Hvitserk opted for a larger sword, heavier and better matched for his larger frame.

"Don't worry, Valkyrie. I will go easy on you." You scoffed, watching as his grin widened and his eyes changed, the mossy green growing darker with his building battle-lust.

You watched his feet, anticipating his initial attack and dodged each skilful slash of his sword. You moved in time with him, keeping up with the prince despite your heavy dress weighing down your movements.

You grinned as you blocked several of the beserker's attempted hits. Hvitserk's expression was positively wild and the fight between you became more intense the more you challenged him.

He barely managed to block your attack to his torso and you grinned as he growled in irritation. You were so focused, until your name was shouted from the fence line.

Your head turned for no more than a second but it was enough time for Hvitserk to land a hit, successfully slicing a line of crimson across your forearm. You gasped as the flesh stung and you clutched at the wound as the blood began to seep from it, running down your skin and dripping into the dirt beneath your feet.

Hvitserk froze, his face dropping into one of remorse as he realised what he had done, then one of uneasiness when he noticed Ivar stalking towards you both with his men in tow. His face was stony but his sapphire eyes gave away his rage, they were practically glowing as he glared at both of you.

"What do you think you are doing, hm?" His voice was level, an unnerving contradiction to the storm brewing behind his eyes. He turned on Hvitserk then and the older Ragnarsson visibly tensed. "I suppose that this was your idea, brother?"

You were quick to speak up, stepping in front of Hvitserk to shield him from Ivar's wrath. Although he had been the one to challenge you to spar, you had been just as willing. He hadn't meant to injure you and you had enjoyed the rush of it, the freedom.

Despite being your master's kin Hvitserk had been civil to you during your time in Kattegat, amiable even. From what you had witnessed he seemed to be a decent man and you didn't feel that he deserved to be reprimanded for your poor choices.

"It's not his fault, my King. I challenged him to fight, if you are to punish anyone then it must be me."

"Is that so?" Ivar tilted his head at you with a raised brow and you nodded, his face said everything his words did not. This is not over.

He ran his tongue along the front of his teeth and nodded once, his jaw tensed.

"Very well, Torsten will take you back to our chambers." He dismissed the larger warrior with a wave of his hand and turned to face Hvitserk, fixing him with a false smile that left no room for argument. "Brother, you will go and fetch the healer. And the next time that you wish to fight? I suggest that you find a different opponent."

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[yanderefantasyadmirer]

I've been playing Tekken for years tekken 5 and 6 are my childhood favorite games And I remember this Character that I mostly main in Tekken 6 and it's Dragunov and now this is how I imagine him if he's a Yandere

Warnings : Kidnapping, unhealthy mindset, stalking

I feel like this guy as a yandere would be Intense cause not only he is silent and observant he is also cold and Calculating. Now how did you met him? It's possible that your a Tourist who traveled to Russia to explore historical sites and Cold breathtaking landscapes perhaps you visit Red square, admire the Kremlin or simply enjoy the quiet walk through Moscow's lesser known streets however by any chance you didn't know that you accidentally wander into a restricted zone near a military base catching the attention of soldiers patrolling And Dragunov is among them. Although instead of Reporting you he watches, curious about why a Foreigner would be here.

After accidentally wandering in a restricted zone Dragunov escorted you out of the Area only saying few words without explanation as of now that your not in a restricted zone anymore you plan on where to go next and be extra mindful next time unaware of the gaze from the man you met while you walk away.

How did you capture his interest? He doesn't fall in love quickly unlike normal yanderes, he is Disciplined emotions are Foreign to him due to His years spent serving in the military and the brutality he is used to. But there is something different about you he can't understand, especially your presence awakens something in his cold heart. He has fought wars, taken countless of lives, and operated in the shadows. Yet seeing you wandering freely in a world where it snows and the possibilities of where danger sometimes lurks Fascinated him. He then begins to crave your presence the moment his curiosity overcomes his better judgement.

As a few days passed during your stay while on your way towards a Market you unknowingly bump into him, he barely reacts although his gaze lingers to you as you navigate through the crowded streets. Over a few months the more you unexpectedly cross paths with him the more slowly he is captivated. Until you starting to feel like someone is watching you and dismiss it as paranoia unbeknownst to you, a pair of pale blue eyes are watching your every move.

He also memorized your daily routine even informations of where you from and what you do, what you like or dislike he knows everything about you already without you knowing another thing about him is that he's skilled at staying undetected when tracking your movements from a distance.

Now How many months will it take him before his obsession fully manifest?- I think it would take 3-4 months or maybe a bit few more months until he realizes how he truly feels about you just only existing. Moreover abducting you? Not a problem if he starts to feel that everything around you is trying to harm you he will plan accordingly in advance to take you and keep you in his care once he had you say goodbye to your freedom meaning no Wifi or any signal related devices. He is extremely cautious and paranoid when it comes to security not wanting to take any risk that could lead someone discovering your location however if you behave and never call anyone he might consider but you would be monitored at all times whenever you use your phone or any websites you visit he would even check your search history.

How did he abducted you?- let's say your time in Russia was coming to an end, your bags already packed, ticket in hand your moments away from boarding your plane back home. But he knew your flight schedule, your terminal and the details of your departure and he was not going to let you leave. Although since you didn't know you had a stalker or continue to ignore the feeling in your gut is telling you. The moment you enter the women's restroom you unknowingly step into a trap he has prepared. As you wash your hands. You hear the restroom door open but you see no one speaks but as you looked at the mirror that's when you see him. Before you can react a gloved hand quickly covers your mouth stifling your screams until you get knocked out.

He takes you in a heavily secured location where possibly in a private estate deep in the wilderness, there is no phone nor internet no way to reach civilized cities.

How does he treat you? He treats you like something precious but is fragile also in a different aspect he is silent and rarely speaks but his actions speaks volumes I can see him being strict and controlling type as well means he doesn't physically harm you rather it's a more on a emotional way where if you try to escape all your privileges will be taken away and this is where he exerts his control through silent intimidation like standing too close, or blocking the door whenever you want to leave, lastly gripping your wrist just tight enough to make you understand that resistance is useless.

He does not express love verbally but like I said his more into actions rather than words He spoils you if you behave and not trying to escape. He feeds you well and ensures you eat high quality food often traditional dishes and might force to feed you himself if you continue to be stubborn enough.

Overall he is a dangerous yandere to begin with due to his nature of what monster you just charmed in a different way he won't hesitate to eliminate anyone who hurts you or even say something bad about you. you are his entire world no one else matters to him except you you complete him in a way where no one can. He never outright says it but he needs you more than you need him now it's your choice whether to continue to be stubborn or accept your fate being with him

I tried my best and my brain is almost fried💀 but it keeps me sometimes motivated to write something like this~ 🥀🥰 even though I'm not the best 🥹❤️