#I’ll get through this class however i can 🙏

[vinnigami]

August 20 2023

I got a team project organized and a 7 page college paper done in one day because of him

[ameriize]

Pt2 of that Anton smut please😩😩 need them to fuck

pt1 pt.3

content! mentions of masturbation, touching ding dong indirectly, whiney anton, he just wanna be dommed fr, no sexuuuu!!! that’s next, but a whole lot of tension (my fav) esp at the end

no fucking in this one, i love a good buildup beforehand, but it will be in the next one🙏

i have no idea how to do warnings/content sorreh

it’s been about three weeks now since you last heard from your friend, anton. however, it’s not like you haven’t seen him around. he’s still in the same class but now he’s changed seats. he no longer sits two rows diagonal to your back, but right at the front. or all the way in the back. like he was trying his hardest to get further away from you.

lucky thing is you’re not stupid. you knew he was avoiding you but the only problem was why. why was it that when the lecture was over, he would always be the first to leave? it became a rare sight for him to be engaged in conversation with the group after class, and this bothered you. a lot.

you tried to text him but he would either leave you on delivered for an abnormally long amount of time or give you a response that was impossible to reply to. when you would text him asking what’s wrong, he’d reply with “nothing” after a couple of days. you thought it best to leave it alone, i mean after all you two weren’t really that close and only studied together a couple of times.

but why did it bother you so much? you knew you were definitely attracted to anton, cmon who wouldn’t be. i mean your cunt was definitely not foreign to the idea of being stimulated because of him. especially during those late slow nights. but you never thought it would bother you to this extent. not to the extent that you’d spend so much of your day, no matter what activity you were doing, wondering what it was that you did, or maybe you started it first with your horrid reply time?

either way, whatever it was, it was starting to piss you off. why couldn’t he just address the issue rather than ignore you? you knew he was a soft spoken individual but it reaches a point. something was boiling up inside you that needed to be released. and you chose today.

today, you arrive 15 minutes early to your lecture and sit right at the front, closest to the door. when anton comes through, he avoids your eye, as usual, but this time you let it go. because you know you’re going to get your answer.

so, the lecturer dismisses the class, and you, slightly imitating anton, bolt out the door. however, you wait by the side. then when he comes through, you grab his arm.

“what are you doing?! let me go!”

not listening, you continue to drag him to an empty room, also ignoring the looks from others around.

you close the door behind you, walk further into the room past anton then turn to face him. you sit on the edge of the lecturer’s table, setting your bag down, while anton remains standing, still avoiding your eye.

“so what the hell has been your problem these past few weeks.”, you start, then let out a heavy sigh “listen i know we’re not that close but i think i deserve a little more than just plain ghosting just because there may be an issue. i don’t know how you operate in other friendships but this can’t run here. if you don’t wanna be friends, then anton please just say that. but atleast tell me what i did.”

he tries to ignore how good it sounds when you say his name. it’s exactly how he imagines you’d say it when his face is buried in your wet core and you’re getting close, with your hands gripping his hair, or when you’re riding his dick with your hands tight around his neck. anyway.

“and furthermore-” , you continue until he interrupts you with a call of your name.

“wait, i don’t- i-i already told you that there was nothing wro-”

“anton. taken that you’ve not been speaking to me for three weeks, you can manage to stay quiet right now. so shut up and listen then i’ll let you speak.”

ohhhhhh fuck. he’s almost 100% sure he just came a little with that tone of yours. oh how he wished you ordered him around like tha-

so you continue to rant on about how crazed you’ve been over this whole issue. you tell him about your constant worries of potentially hurting him and not knowing, then telling him how avoidance is a stupid way to deal with issues. and you stress, like really stress, how much you wish he had just talked to you. then you slowly stop speaking, realising that you had stopped him from speaking in the first place, when that was the whole reason you brought him here. you were slightly taken aback by how honest you were being with him, and how much this issue had affected you. you didn’t imagine you’d go on for about 10 minutes…

“well, now you can speak. so… care to tell me what’s really up”

just for the record, anton listens. for the whole 10 minutes. first off, because he loves your voice, second because of how hot you look when angry, and third because he had no idea you even cared.

but now that your rant was over, he has to face the real issue. he knows he can’t lie to you, not after that. but how is he meant to tell you that he could no longer look at you without instantly getting hard. that the thoughts of you choking him, fucking his mouth with your slender fingers, while aggressively riding his dick, completely clouded his brain. even worse, was that he would spend almost everyday jerking off to your insta pics where your boobs were a very frequent guest feature. he craves every part of you, and that makes him feel guilty. you’re nice to him. you’re nice to everyone. you always talk to him if he’s around, whether it be in the cafeteria or in the library or at a friend’s party. sometimes you get him cute little gifts or snacks because you know he likes things like that. and here he was having these lustful thoughts of you. he feels so ashamed. so he had no choice but to ignore you. because maybe if he did, then his guilt would go away. and he’d stop thinking about you. but boy was he wrong. anton thinks he hasn’t craved you more than anytime, since knowing you, than in these weeks. his whole body ached for you, longed to be touched by you. essentially, he was having withdrawal symptoms. he came (😏) to the realisation that all those times you two interacted actually soothed down the urges. because then at least he’d actually be hearing that voice he’d imagine, and be seeing that figure he’d dream of fucking. but he just couldn’t handle how disgusting he felt for his thoughts. like some sort of sex-craved, lack-of-impulse-controlled perv.

“i can’t tell you.” he looks down at the ground.

“what? why can’t you tell me if it’s something i’ve done!”

“because it’s not you! it’s me. i’m fucked up right now and i can’t be around you anymore”

it may be a bit of an understatement to say your heart took a deep dive down when you hear that.

“anton, i don’t get it. is it specifically me you can’t be around? do i trigger something in you that others don’t? because i know you still talk to the rest like normal. so if it’s not a thing where you isolate from everyone then it must be something about me.”

he doesn’t speak.

you stand up fully from the table. you take a step closer. and another. then another. until there’s nothing but a breath in between you two. you stay looking at him, while his eyes are glued to the ground.

now you realise you really care for anton. you don’t want to hurt him. you want to make him laugh, smile, be happy. and if it’s something about you that’s stopping that then, as painful as it is, you’ll let this friendship end. shame really, you were hoping you could be more than that.

“i masturbate to the thought of you. almost everyday.”

silence hangs in the air.

“i-” you begin to say. but no words come out. instead…feelings. emotions…arousal. straight to your core.

“anton-”

“fuck. i’m so sorry. i don’t do this. i’m not someone who just stays home doing that. i know this is gonna sound so fucking creepy to you, because i’m just some guy you talk to sometimes.”, he rambles “i feel like a kid who can’t control his hormones, and i try. i really try. but it’s like my brain short circuits when i see you. and i just feel so- so- disgusted with myself. i’m sorry. i’m really sorry. i just hoped i would never have to tell you so you didn’t think i’m some sort of perv who just wants to nail you. so i ignored you because i thought all the thoughts would stop and this would just end. but it hasn’t. and i don’t know if it will. so i completely understand if you want to stop being friends. i would too. i’m so sorry. shit.” he places his face in his hands. well it’s done now, he thinks. but his heart is still hurting with the possibility of losing you.

you listen. it’s only right since he did the same for you. but you really wish you could just shut him up with a kiss on those plump pink lips that you had always low-key been dying to taste.

you can’t believe he’s been thinking about you the same you do too. on the off chance you have nothing to do in the evening, you’d normally lay in bed with your hands between your legs, rubbing your clit, trying to relieve the pressure.

9 times out of 10 it was anton who had set it off. but you always brushed it off as him just being exceptionally hot rather than any sort of feelings being the underlying factor. however now it’s different. it’s mutual. and you want to take advantage of that. you have to.

“anton. look at me”

he slowly lifts his head out of his palms and his eyes land on yours.

you miss this. you miss the feeling of his eyes landing on yours. you miss his handsome face, with his cute brown doe eyes. and he misses this too. he always thought you were pretty, from when he first saw you.

“do you hate me?” he says, lips slightly quivering.

“i don’t think that’s possible.”

“what do you think of this? of me thinking about…stuff like that about you”

“i’d much rather it be that than lose you as a friend”

now, he was going to take a big risk with what he’s about to say. but he just needs to know if you feel the same way about him like he does of you. and the fact that you haven’t run away makes him feel just that bit more confident.

“is friends… all you want us to be?”

“i want to fuck you. so…i think no.”

anton can feel his dick getting more stiff, stiffer than it was when you were angrily ranting. he feels his fantasies and desires getting close to being realised and he’s excited. so fucking excited.

you both stare at each other, then you look down at those lips of his. and he notices. he smirks slightly then leans in, with his eyes closed.

but then you hold a finger to his lips.

“what did you think about?”

“huh?”

“you heard me.”

“uh i- fuck do i have to say this here? in public?”

“there’s no one here tonnie.”

he’s going to forever remember the feeling he just got when you called him that nickname.

“just give me one thing you desperately thought of”, you continue. heat is increasingly building up in your core as you press and press for anton to say his desires. you just want to tease him, tie him up, bite him, suck him, lick him, mark him. fuck him. you really really want to fuck him. right now.

“please don’t make me say it. i really don’t want to. i think i might die”

“too bad.”

he runs his hand through his hair, trying to keep composed despite being as red as a cherry. you think it’s so cute.

“and look at me while you say it.”, you say, wanting him to feel even more embarrassed.

he takes a deep breath in. looks at you. then speaks.

“i- i always think of you… making me suck on your fingers and then thrusting them in and out of my mouth. hard.”

“just making you take it?”

“just making me take it.”

“i bet i could make you cum just by doing that.”

“i already have.”

fuck. if you get even a single bite of anton, you may never recover from the addiction that’s laid ahead.

you look at your phone and check the time. you remember you have another lecture later in the day, and while fucking a boy up is fun, studies take priority. and also you just want to make him wait.

“i have a lecture at 5 so meet me in my dorm at 9.”

“wait but we have time though. we can do something before your lecture”

“you’re too eager” you laugh out, and hit his shoulder lightly. you turn around to get your bag from where you left it and walk back up to anton.

when he realises you were actually serious about doing nothing, he gets a little bit sad. mainly about his raging boner and the fact that he just wants to be with you even longer.

“fuck you can’t leave me like this. please. look how hard i am for you” , he pleaded, with a whiney tone and furrowed eyebrows.

he starts to palm himself through his joggers and lets out the tiniest whimper. but not too tiny for your ears. he’s putting on a show for you and desperately hoping you indulge.

you walk up closer to him, and slightly tiptoe to place your lips close to his ears.

“oh anton, i didn’t know you were such a slut”, you say seductively in his ear, “makes me wish i could take you right here and now” you lightly tug on his ear with your teeth.

he whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. having your voice saying such dirty things that close to his ear was almost too much for him.

“so do it. please.”

he takes your hand, while keeping intense eye contact, and places it on his hard on. you indulge just a little, and give his dick a small but effective squeeze.

anton rolls his eyes shut, and bites his lip. his hips buck up a little, desperate for more.

“mnngh! fuck please do that again.”

“i will. at 9.”

you move past him and go towards the door, acting as if it didn’t take all your strength to walk away and not fuck him on the student desk. he pouts a little, completely unsatisfied that his plan didn’t work.

“think of grannies or whatever it is that you do to calm your dick down. but just don’t touch my dick. if i find out you do, i just won’t touch you for, let’s say… three weeks? be a good puppy for me, okay anton?”

and with that, you leave the room.

anton’s unsure of how well he’s gonna be able to calm down his throbbing dick, when he’s just experienced the most sensual thing in his life, that will almost definitely be on constant replay. but all he knows is that he wants to be good for you.

so he’ll wait for whatever it is you’re going to do to him at 9.

a/n: hii guysss. i hope you like this one. imma wrap it up in the next chapter, idk when that’ll be bc i wanna write for other people aswell, but it will definitely happen. this is soooo long, i got a little carried away in the details and story, but it’s only because i’ve had this thought before (except i was daydreaming about gojo lol) and i just wanted to make it exactly like it, with a couple add ons. idk if it’s acc good tho bc i was jus writing and writing but hopefully it is !! again, ask away for any riize members. i’ll make a pinned post soon detailing who i’ll write for and what i won’t write, all dat all dat. lemme know what you think in the comments pls!!! :33

[aventurineswife]

reader is a very accomplished student with amazing grades and a high IQ. They were constantly the top of their classes and were praised by many. However, something happened that took a toll on them physically and mentally. Making it hard for them to study. This caused a decrease in their grades, slowly dropping. This caused so much stress for the reader. Making them worry about their final score and whether they'll be able to pass the year. So when they sat across their pc screen. Their eyes were wide in disbelief as they saw that they didn't pass the final exam and would have to take the same class for the next semester. Their lover/s words came out with the intention of comforting the reader, but they came across as harsh/dismissive of their feelings. So it caused the reader to break down right there and then. Tears stream down their face in humiliation. Making them want to run and hide from everything and everyone. (Kaveritas, Shadow, Feixiao, Alhaitham, Kinich.)

It's Not the End of the World

Tags: Kaveh x Reader x Ratio, Shadow (OC) x Reader, Alhaitham x Reader, Angst, Emotional Breakdown, Hurt/Comfort, Failure, Supportive Relationships, Mental Health Struggles, Stress, Self-Doubt, Comforting Partners, Tear-Jerker, Slow Comfort.

Warnings: Mentions of failure and academic stress, Emotional distress and breakdown, Mild swearing (in some instances), Angst and sadness, Descriptions of humiliation and self-worth issues, Heavy emotional and psychological stress.

A/N: oohhhhh, this req triggered me so bad that I almost wanted to cry 😭🙏 WTF is wrong with me...

You sat in front of your computer, your heart pounding as the results loaded. The weight of weeks of stress, sleepless nights, and relentless self-doubt bore down on you. When the screen displayed the words “Failed: Must Retake Next Semester,” your chest tightened, your vision blurred, and your breath hitched. This couldn’t be real. All your efforts, all your struggles—wasted.

The door to your room opened, and Kaveh and Ratio entered together. They had been your pillars of support, though their methods couldn’t be more different. Kaveh’s warm empathy and Ratio’s calculated pragmatism often balanced each other perfectly. But tonight, that balance felt painfully off.

“You’ve been at this for hours,” Kaveh said gently, his eyes softening as he approached. “What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t find the words, but your screen said it all. Ratio’s gaze fell on the results, and he frowned.

“You didn’t pass,” he said bluntly.

Kaveh’s face twisted in concern, and he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. We can figure this out together.”

Ratio, however, crossed his arms, his analytical mind already dissecting the situation. “This isn’t the end of the world. It’s one exam. You’re capable of doing better next time.”

His words, though logical, felt like knives. They didn’t acknowledge the suffocating pressure you’d been under, the exhaustion, the constant weight of expectations.

“I know it’s one exam!” you snapped, your voice breaking. “But it’s not just that. It’s everything. I tried so hard, and I still failed. Do you know how humiliating that is?”

Kaveh winced, his empathy evident, but Ratio’s brow furrowed in confusion. “You’re overthinking this,” he said, his tone frustratingly even. “You’re smart. You’ll get through it.”

It was the final straw. Tears streamed down your face as you buried your head in your hands. “You don’t understand. I’m not just disappointed—I feel worthless. Like no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be good enough.”

Kaveh knelt in front of you, his eyes wide with guilt and concern. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like this.” He gently took your hands, his touch grounding you as his voice broke. “You’re not worthless. You’ve been through so much, and I see how hard you work every day. Please don’t think for a second that you’re alone in this.”

Ratio, standing silently, seemed to wrestle with his own guilt. Finally, he spoke, his voice softer than before. “I didn’t mean to dismiss your feelings. I’m sorry.” He crouched beside Kaveh, his hand hesitantly brushing yours. “You’ve achieved so much, and one failure doesn’t erase that. If you need help, we’ll make a plan together. But for now…you need to let yourself feel this.”

Their words, though imperfect, began to break through the walls of your despair. Kaveh pulled you into a tight embrace, his warmth chasing away the cold, while Ratio rested a hand on your back, a steady anchor amidst the storm.

“We’ll get through this together,” Kaveh murmured. “You don’t have to face it alone.”

And for the first time that night, you allowed yourself to believe him.

The clock struck midnight, but you hadn’t moved from your desk. Your hands trembled as you stared at the glowing screen. The results confirmed your worst fear: you hadn’t passed. Months of struggle and sacrifice, undone by a single number.

You barely heard Shadow enter the room, her commanding presence filling the space. She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Still working?” she asked, her deep voice tinged with concern.

You shook your head, unable to speak. When she glanced at the screen, her eyes narrowed. “Oh…” she said softly, her tone unreadable.

“It’s over,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I failed.”

Shadow’s brows knit together, and she crouched beside you, searching your face. “Hey, it’s not the end of the world. You can retake the class and do better next time.”

Her words, though well-intentioned, felt like a slap. You recoiled, shaking your head furiously. “You don’t get it. I’ve worked so hard, and now I have to do it all over again. I can’t—I just can’t.”

Shadow’s expression softened as tears began streaming down your face. She reached out to touch your hand, but you pulled away, burying your face in your arms. “I’m such a failure,” you sobbed.

“Stop,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through your despair. You looked up, startled. Shadow’s gaze was fierce but not unkind. “You are not a failure. You’re human. You’ve been pushing yourself to the limit, and it’s okay to fall short sometimes. It doesn’t make you any less incredible.”

Her words hit something deep inside you, and the dam broke. She pulled you into a strong embrace, her warmth grounding you as your tears soaked her shoulder. “Let it out,” she murmured, her voice a soothing balm. “You don’t have to carry this alone.”

As your sobs quieted, she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “You’re going to get through this,” she said, her tone resolute. “And when you do, I’ll be right here, cheering you on.”

For the first time that night, you felt a flicker of hope.

The results had barely loaded when your vision blurred with tears. The failure stared back at you, mocking all your efforts. You pushed your chair away from the desk, your hands shaking.

Alhaitham entered the room, his sharp gaze immediately landing on you. “What happened?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.

“I failed,” you muttered, your voice hollow. “I have to retake the class next semester.”

He approached, his expression thoughtful. “I see,” he said, crossing his arms. “While disappointing, it’s not irreversible. You’ll have another chance.”

His words, logical as always, felt like a dismissal of your pain. “Another chance?” you snapped, your voice rising. “Do you know how much I’ve sacrificed for this? And now I’m back at square one. It’s humiliating.”

Alhaitham raised an eyebrow. “Getting emotional won’t solve anything. The logical approach is to identify what went wrong and address it.”

His detachment only deepened your frustration, and tears spilled over. “Why do you always have to be so clinical? Can’t you just…be here for me? I don’t need solutions. I need you to understand how much this hurts.”

For a moment, he said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, with an uncharacteristic softness, he stepped closer and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’re right,” he admitted. “I underestimated how much this means to you. I’m sorry.”

His sincerity disarmed you, and you let out a shaky breath. “I just feel like a failure,” you whispered.

“You’re not,” he said firmly. “Failure is a step, not a destination. You’re allowed to feel this, but don’t let it define you. You’re capable of more than you realize.”

His words, though pragmatic, carried an unexpected warmth. He pulled you into a brief but comforting embrace. “You’re not alone in this,” he murmured. “We’ll figure it out together.”

For the first time that night, you felt a glimmer of hope.

[xreadershenanigans]

Heyy, can you do Ingressus or Achillean x reader (but only platonic in a best friends kind of way)

GOD I AM GETTING A LOT OF REQUESTS AGAGGAGGAgg

Ofc! I’ll do both for ya :3

(Some of these will have my headcannons so sorry if you don’t like em!)

Achillean Nestoris X Reader (platonic)

— tbh, I want this man as my best friend :(

— Achillean is very kind, maybe a little too kind, especially to you, but he does have a spine (thank the heavens)

— Achillean is probably the most trustworthy soul in Ardonia, let’s be real. He’s such a sweetheart and is definitely a bestie!!

— he’s usually very playful with you, but at times he’s pretty calm and even likes to go fishing with you! (Since he used to do it a lot with Ingressus)

— as for his playful side, man…nothing could stop him from ruffling your hair (it’s like his full time job at this point) and pouncing on you (this mf be lookin like those Fnaf jumpscares fr fr 😭)

— but if you’re not in the mood for any of that, he’ll respectfully apologize and give you space.

— if you’re upset on the other hand for whatever reason, he dedicates his life to being your emotional support buddy 🙏

— if you’re sad, he just sits beside you and listens, quite well believe it or not, since he tends to zone out quite a lot. (Maladaptive daydreaming COUGH COUGH)

— he’s very reassuring, and his voice can pretty much soothe anyone. Buddy you love your mother or parents in general and somehow this guy has an even more soothing voice? Tf?

— as in FRIEND SHENANIGANS… oh boy

— he isn’t the one for gossip or any of that, since he’s quite respectful, but he’s always up for a few pranks on others! (He apologizes profusely to the victim and you have to drag him away.)

Ingressus Voltaris X Reader (platonic)

— over protective bestie 🥺

— he’s super, SUPER protective over you, obviously not in a weird way nor a possessive way, it’s more of an adorable way tbh

— who can blame this lil guy? He’s been through so much trauma!

— Ingressus is usually very serious, and still is around you, but you find it funny, and Ingressus can’t help but laugh with you at his own seriousness (you two are literally like those two kids at the back of the class looking at eachother in total silence and sniggering because it’s funny for some reason.)

— he isn’t playful per se, but he does shove you in a joyful sort of way from time to time, sometimes a little to powerfully and it knocks you off your feet. But you’re laughing so it’s fine!

— when you’re upset however…

— the whole clan is shaking in fear and fearing they’re about to be flayed alive

— he kinda gets mad and immediately starts asking questions about who made you sad >:(

“I’ve only known Y/N for a day and a half. But if anything happened to them, I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.” — Ingressus Voltaris

— nah but seriously, this bro would swear on his LIFE if your dog died and is the reason you’re sad, he’ll kill himself and punish said dog in heaven 🙏 (or hell idk)

— if you just insist you feel down, he’ll just accept it and be your shoulder to cry on. He’s reassuring! But very huffy (because he didn’t get to murder or yell at anyone)

— he’s also a good hugger (very warm lil guy) so he’s good emotional support!

— as in friend shenanigans? He does have fun (believe it or not)

— play fighting, pranks, pretty much anything you can think of!

— kinda an EMO bestie let’s be real

[shrimplymoray]

PLS.. KILL LILIA. MAKE HIM SUFFER IN THE AFTERMATH OF BOOK SEVEN. MAKE HIM BED RIDDEN AND DIE SLOWLY. I CRAVE ANGST. MAKE HIS SONS BE SAD TOO. PLEASE.

ok I’ll get into actual details.. ermm could u pls make a lil fic on Lilia basically DYING still after everyone wakes up and Malleus is out of his OB form?? :33 And also make Malleus feel pretty guilty too for extra angst!! :3333 Actually MAKE ALL LILIA’S SONS GUILTY IF YA CAN 🙏🙏 I just need angst dude .. AND PLS MAKE LILIA ACTUALLY DIE AT THE END!! /NF!!

EHEHEHHEHE. I'm so sorry for putting off on my Requests, I've been doing a bunch of stuff, and I've barely been able to keep my head on my shoulders and think straight. HOWEVER i'm trying to get back to writing slowly.

PS: as it was not requested, this is not a pairing. Also GN Yuu's POV.

TW: BOOK 7 SPOILERS, Main Character's Death, Angst with no Comfort, Vague death description, Grief (and a lot on that)

Diasomnia Angst - Death of a Hero

It all seemed well. The thorns that involved the island had retreated into the ground, as soon as Malleus fell unconscious after his Overblot. The battle was exhaustive, everyone barely keeping up, but we won. That's what matters, right? Everyone is here, fine and well. Me, Grim, Ace, Deuce... We are all well. The Diasomnia Students, much like all students, don't have life-threatening wounds, as it seems. So why... Why is the smell of blood lingering in the air? It took a while for all of us to notice it, at first. As we all know by now, Lilia is great at hiding his hurt through a boyish smile. And that is what everyone saw, the boyish comforting smile of the man who knows no end to his pain. It took him way too long to show his miseries of the past, but this one, oh, this one came crawling up way quicker.

Silver was there to catch him when he fell unconscious, Lilia had a deep, horrible gash on his abdomen. It revealed past scars, but the way the blood fell around his limp body, it showed us what we did not want to know and hear. It was me, Sebek, and Silver who took both Malleus and Lilia to the infirmary. They knew the procedure for Malleus' case, although his overblot was tougher than any other. But Lilia... The Nurse and Professor Crewel said - no, they didn't say, they promised us- they would do whatever they could to keep him alive.

It took 2 days. Two days for the news to break. I wasn't there when they told them, but I heard what happened from another Diasomnia student in my class: Silver's head dipped down, and he broke crying, while Sebek yelled they didn't do enough. That they could've done something and they didn't. That they lied to them. Malleus was already back on his feet by that time, and at that, he didn't say anything but wished that the body was sent to the castle at Briar Valley. That day, when I found Sebek, I hugged him. I never clung so hard to someone in my life, like how I did with Sebek. And I said how sorry I was, and how I wished I could've done more. Sebek stood still before he muttered meaningless apologies. He said, "I'm sorry for failing Master Lilia.", "I'm sorry that I wasn't stronger to help Silver and Master Lilia" and even "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Professor Crewel saw us and said we would have the day off. Sebek and I went to the Diasomnia Dorm that afternoon and started packing Lilia's things with Silver. Silver usually stayed calm and collected around others, and was a voice of reason among the three of us, but at that moment, I didn't see him as the retained or Malleus, or as one of the heroes of the Sage Island. No, I saw him as a boy. A Boy who just lost his father.

That night, I waited patiently for Hornton to visit my dorm. He usually wasn't late, but that night, it seemed like thousands of days passed before he arrived. When I saw him, he looked oddly calm. He sat down on the porch by my side and told me the stories he lived with Lilia or the ones he heard from him. It was like a child. I could do nothing but hug him, and at that moment, he said how sorry he was, that the only thing he wanted was to keep everyone safe with him, and how he failed. He said "I know that if he heard me like this, he would giggle and brush it off as if it was nothing. He would tell me to not get stuck on what I failed to do but to focus on what I must proceed doing afterwards. But... I can't. I can't remember and think this without knowing what I did." Malleus seemed to feel the weight of the world on his shoulders and yet... He opened up to me, nothing but a human from another world. "Please," he said " I beg of you, to not forgive me for the crimes I did. I am not worthy of forgiveness if I wasn't able to save the one that raised me before anyone else." I couldn't do anything but Hug him harder, and try muttering how much it mattered that he deserved forgiveness. I think we stayed out there for way longer than usual because Sebek, Silver, and Grim came to meet us. Malleus only managed to look at Sebek and Silver before he kneeled down and said the same he did to me. Sebek and Silver looked at each other, and we all hugged Malleus, crying. Even Grim joined.

I know it will take a while for everyone to be able to go back to normal if we even do that. But I hope somewhere, in the Underworld, Lilia will think and protect us. The Ghosts of the dorm said that if we got lucky, Lilia's ghost could visit us. I don't think that was what we needed to hear, but... it is a start.

Hope you enjoy this! It was very different from what I usually write, but I worked hard on it.

[hysteria-things]

req for ethan landry:

how ethan acts when he’s jealous, write some scenarios and how he’d act PLEASE IM SO THIRSTY FOR ETHAN LANDRY CONTENT

PRIZED POSSESSION

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: grumpy!ethan landry x sunshine!fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: scenarios where your boyfriend gets jealous.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SUGGESTIVE, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness, making out, mentions of killing/blood, stabbing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,215

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HE’S FINALLY MAKING A DEBUT😩🙏

most of the gifs are by @championwearingachampion :)

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… sees what you’re wearing while walking back to your dorm from class.

being the boyfriend that tells you what to wear isn’t a part of ethan’s personality. he doesn’t care what your outfit is because, at the end of the day, you’re his and will always be. on this particular school day, it was warmer than usual. you’re wearing one of your basic hot weather outfits — a tank top with a skirt. nothing too fancy, but comfy and casual.

while mindlessly walking down one of the many campus trails, ethan can spot you from a mile away. he does a double take, not believing his eyes when he notices what you’re wearing.

the multiple guys staring at you up and down have his blood boiling. with that, he walks over in long strides, blocking your path so abruptly that you bump into him. you stare in shock, but smile when you recognize the person. “oh, hey! i didn’t know you’d be around here at this time.”

he huffs through his nose. “kiss me.”

“what—”

grabbing your jaw softly, he pulls you in so your lips can touch, moving in sync with hunger and passion. leaving you breathless, you look around with flushed cheeks, noticing the men that were staring at you awkwardly walk away. “was this you trying to make a statement?”

without another word, he grabs your cheeks and kisses you again before pulling back and continuing about his day.

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… despises when another man touches you.

the wetness on the thin fabric of your witch costume makes you shiver, the coldness running its coarse through your body. a small gasp leaves your lips, but one of your classmates that you’re acquainted with looks scared, a half-emptied cup in his hand while the rest of the liquid is on your dress. “i am so sorry.” he panics, grabbing paper towels on the nearest surface. “i’ll help you get it out.”

with the small napkin you have for your drink, you wipe your torso as you ensure to the boy that it’s okay. “don’t worry about it! it’s black; you won't be able to see the stain, anyway.”

“what’s going on over here?” a voice asks, the presence of ethan standing close to you. you roll your eyes playfully, resting your hand on his shoulder to let him know you’re fine.

he looks between you and the stranger before continuing. “what’s happening? don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself?”

the kid backs up abruptly, raising his hands in defense. “listen, man, i’m just helping her clean my drink that i spilled.”

ethan pulls out three crinkled-up tissues, holding them into view with a fake smile. “i have the supplies right here. now take a hike.”

the guy sighs. “my bad, bro. i didn’t know she was your girl.” he says, getting as far away as possible from the two of you.

you stomp your foot and whine. “he was just trying to help eth.”

“he was trying to get into your pants.”

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… hates when chad talks to his girl.

a giggle from your direction has ethan’s head snap towards you, noticing that you’re on your phone. he affirms in his mind that it’s just a funny video or something, but then chad laughs too. his eyes now dart over to his roommate, who’s also looking down at his phone.

what the fuck?

you and chad tap away on the screen, still finding whatever it is so amusing. ethan, however, finds this shit unamusing.

getting up from the chair, he comes over with a strained grin. he takes a peek at your phone, noticing that chad sent you a funny meme of some sort, with the text: saw this and it reminded me of you!

god, he never wanted to kill anybody more.

as everybody knows, the two boys are roommates in college. they get along fine and chad might even call ethan a friend, but deep down he hates how his buddy is with you. chad always has this charm to him that seems like it follows wherever he goes, but whenever he talks or looks in your direction, ethan can’t help but feel possessive.

on that note, you’re currently pushed up against the wall next to sam and tara’s apartment door with your boyfriend’s lips moving in sync with yours. “i don’t like how he looks at you… or talks to you.” ethan says, breaking the kiss for a millisecond before diving back in.

“but he’s your friend,” you whine, your mouth feeling puffy from the continuous heat and stimulation.

“chad is not my friend.” he says against your lips. “he pisses me off.”

“don’t”—kiss—“say that.”—kiss—“he’s nice.”

thank god nobody is in the hallway, or they’ll be getting one hell of a show. your fingertips intertwine with his curls, a small moan tickling your throat when he bites your bottom lip.

after some more bickering between sloppy kisses, he finally pulls away so the both of you can catch your breath. your eyes are glazed over, pouting while giving your boyfriend a look. he rubs your swollen lip with his thumb to clean off some spit. “delete his number, too.” he says, pecking your cheek before opening the door to go back inside, holding it for you as you follow; and deleting chad’s number in the process.

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… notices a flirty comment under one of your instagram posts.

the audacity guys have is something ethan will never understand. the amount of people trying to get with you in your comment section is so pathetic it’s laughable.

you spot your man at the designated spot where he told you to meet on campus, walking over with a big smile. “hi!” you beam, stopping in front of him to put your school bag down. when he doesn’t answer, you pout, noticing his grumpy state. “why the sad face?”

see, he isn’t the type to be insecure. sure he portrays as the shy dorky guy that a lot of people can’t tolerate, but he honestly doesn’t care what others think. nonetheless, scrolling through your posts to see guys comment about how beautiful you are when it’s obvious you‘re taken rubs him the wrong way.

he shrugs, looking up at you since you’re standing and he’s sitting. “i wish i’m the only one that can stare at you.”

“it’s not my fault everybody has eyes,” you say jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. it doesn’t work. instead, he makes a face before rolling his eyes.

snaking your arms around his neck while you throw your legs across his lap to sit, you kiss his hair. “stop worrying so much, e. i love you, not anyone else. you.” you tell him, poking at his chest and planting a long kiss on his lips. “and if you keep making faces it’s going to get stuck like that forever.”

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… keeps a close eye on you.

being on the subway is probably one of your least favorite things to do. on top of that, you got separated from ethan who stands on the other side of the subway. there’s no more available seats, so you just stand there quietly. you have your earbuds in, one of your playlists on shuffle as you patiently wait for this ride to be over. trying not to make eye contact with anybody, a small touch on your leg startles you. it wasn’t an inappropriate touch, it was one to grab your attention.

turning to see where it came from, you see a kind-looking middle-aged man smirking warmly at you. you take out an earbud. “yes?”

“would you like to switch spots? i can stand. you look uncomfortable.” he says, adjusting himself like he’s about to get up from his spot.

“no, thank you. i’m almost at my stop, but thanks for offering!” you politely decline.

the man clears his throat. “are you sure, young lady? i may be old, but i’m more stronger than i look. i wouldn’t mind standing.”

your laugh ethan knows all too well gains his attention, although he has been watching this interaction since the moment it started. hell, he’s been watching you since you guys stepped foot onto the train. he can’t hear what you’re talking about, but alarms go off in his head. what can be so goddamn funny?

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

messages come rolling in on your phone as you feel the vibrations in your hand. sighing, you don’t have to check who it is before you open them.

ETHAN❤️

did he just touch you?

i’ll kill him

what are you doing?

girl

stop talking to him

come over here

the fuck😂

i really can’t

it’s way too crowded which makes it hard to move

i hate subways🙁

then stop talking to him

what is he like 60?

you’re cute when you act like a disobedient toddler

but you need to control that green-eyed monster of yours, mr. landry

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… will threaten anybody who talks bad about you, even his father.

getting a girlfriend was far from the plan. detective bailey and quinn weren’t fond of the news that their family member got a significant other, and were even more shocked when he said it was a serious relationship. “it’s not serious, son. don’t be ridiculous.” his father would say to him repeatedly whenever ethan said he loved you when his relatives talked shit about you. however, there are times ethan feels guilty. you don’t know the ghostface persona he’s hiding, and he wants to keep it that way.

during the interrogation in the movie theater and when they revealed themselves to tara and sam, somehow bailey found a way to bring you up into the conversation, even if you had nothing to do about it. “i wonder what y/n would think.” he says sarcastically, earning a chuckle from quinn. “she’s your weakness, ethan. you’ve always been too attached, but look at you now. you’re on a roll! she’s too much of a distraction; keeps getting in the way.”

ethan grips his knife harder than before, charging forward before his sister stops him. he holds up his knife in a threatening manner. “weakness?” he repeats, scoffing. “she’s not my weakness. i. love. her. keep her name out of your fucking mouth, you hear me?”

let’s face it, he’s obsessively in love with you. he’d fucking kill for you. well, it’s not like he hasn’t done that already.

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎…catches whoever says anything negative about you.

tara is hanging helplessly off of the railing in the movie theater where it’s a 2 v. 3 fighting match. the two girls scream in fear while ethan swings his knife up in the air trying to stab at tara’s ankles. she dodges each throw, unfortunately. alas, she is smart, and knows exactly what to do to get under his skin.

“do you think y/n actually loves you?” she spits, making ethan pause his actions. rage plasters over his face. “you’re just some freak in a mask. she’ll leave you as soon as this is over — if you survive, that is.”

jealousy pangs in his chest, swinging at her more violently than before. “oh, will she?” he yells, the noise of the blade slicing through the air echoing throughout the area. “maybe nobody sees it around here, but she’s mine.”

a screech falls past tara’s lips are she slips from her grip, the sharp metal in ethan’s hand stabbing her right in the abdomen. she screams, the both of them tumbling to the ground when their bodies collide with full force. “after tonight, she’ll know just how far i’ll go to make sure no one else even thinks or speaks about her.” ethan continues, raising the knife and getting ready to attack.

“gotcha!”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[eds6ngel]

hi!! if you're currently taking requests, could you maybe write something with robin and reader where reader is very sick and robin takes it in her own hands to come over to their house and take care of them, just something very fluffy and sweet 🙏

hey!! of course i can do this! this is so sickeningly sweet, so i hope you enjoy <33

warnings: fem!reader. pet names. illness. r takes some pills. swearing. mentions of homophobia and lesbophobia. tooth-rotting fluff. comfort. just some cute domestic stuff [1.4k].

You woke up that morning with the most pounding headache of your life. Stirring awake from your slumber, you cough as the smell of your bedroom infects your lungs. A runny nose supports you, leaning over to grab a tissue from the box as you sneeze and blow your nose into it. It was safe to say that school was off the cards today.

Meanwhile across town, Robin was putting on her band practice uniform, the plaid blue shirt combined with white tie making it the most uncomfortable outfit known to man. But, nonetheless, she battled through it. After all, you claimed it was your favourite outfit on her, so she did it just for you. She would do anything for you.

However, twenty minutes into practice and you were a no-show, very odd for someone like you who was passionate about academics, that and the fact your parents were super strict. All hell would break loose if you told them Robin was your girlfriend. Even if you were straight, they would still ground you for apparently “prioritising” a love life at seventeen.

Robin’s foot tapped against the floor, the teacher even yelling at her a few times for messing up her notes. But, she couldn’t concentrate. What if you were seriously ill? What if you were dying?

So, as soon as that clock struck ten and the school bell rung, she shoved her instrument into her case, flying out of the classroom and heading out to the front of Hawkins High. She put her case on the floor, slotting her 25¢ into the machine and waiting for the receiver to be picked up.

You were currently surrounded by a million tissues, plenty scattered across your bed and more dotted across the floor where your lack of strength meant they were unsuccessful at being thrown in the trash can across your room. You were trying your best to relax, your eyes closed as the morning sun shone through your blinds.

You were rudely interrupted from your peaceful state by the sound of your pink phone ringing on your bedside table. You lean across and pick it up, having to scoot to the left so the cord could reach. “Hello?”

“Jesus, my love. Are you okay?”

You sigh at her voice, you forgot to even let Robin know of your ill state, the thought crossing your mind, the only two places you had alternated between were your bed and the toilet. A fit of coughs tickle your throat as you reply, “I’m fine Robs, just a tad sick, that’s all.”

“It sounds like more than just a tad,” she replies, worry lacing her tone. You continue coughing down the receiver as Robin makes a quick decision, “I’m coming over.”

“Babe, no, seriously I’m fine. You’ll have to catch a bus, plus… plus you’ll have to miss class. It really isn’t worth it,” you cough, “I’m sure I’ll be back on my feet by tomorrow.”

“Well, tough luck,” she says, “I’ve made a decision and Nurse Robin will over shortly.”

You don’t even get the chance to reply as the receiver was slammed down, knowing that Robin was most likely in a hurry to get to your house, and the fact that she probably didn’t want to spend extra money on the payphone.

Two hours later, you hear a faint knock on the door, although your body was not allowing you to move out of your comfy silken sheets. Robin always knocked, having to play pretend in case your parents were home. If she walked straight in with the bag of food, medicine and tissues she had tucked underneath her arm, the facade of friendship would be stripped back instantly, your parents weren’t idiots.

After waiting a little and knocking for the second time, she was met with more dead silence. Knowing the coast was clear, she opens the door, “Babe, you in here?”

“In my room, Robs,” you croak out.

You see the bedroom door slowly open, Robin appearing in her band outfit, your absolute favourite. She whines out with a frown on her face as she sees you all bundled up, your nose red raw as you kept coughing into the corner of your arm.

“You look beautiful baby,” you whisper out, Robin approaching you and putting her soft palm against your forehead, “Yeah, you’re burning up, my love. Good job Nurse Robin is here to aid you back to health, isn’t it?”

“You gonna keep calling yourself that?” you softly chuckle.

“Sorry,” she clears her throat, “The beautiful, spectacular girlfriend who is also known as Nurse Robin will aid you back to health. That better?”

You try to laugh, but are met with yet another coughing fit, Robin springing into action as she lifts your pillows up, lying you back against them, your body now sat upright.

“Firstly,” she begins, “I’m going to get you a fresh glass of water, as this looks like shit,” she says, lifting up your half-full glass from the previous night, little bits floating around in it. Disgusting.

“And then, you’re gonna take this Tylenol for me, okay?”

You nod, “Okay, thank you pretty girl.”

Robin beams at the nickname, “My pleasure,” placing a kiss on your forehead as she heads to your kitchen to re-fill your glass. Whilst she is there, she unpacks her grocery bag and takes out the can of tomato soup, grabbing a bowl from your cupboard and tipping the opened can into it, placing it in your microwave and warming it up for the required time.

Robin hears a creak in the floorboards as she turns around from taking the chocolate bar out of her bag, seeing you standing there all bunged up, a fluffy pink blanket wrapped around the entirety of you.

“Hey, hey, hey,” she softly coos, walking up to you, “What are you doing out here?”

“I heard the sound of the microwave, so I was wondering what you were up to,” you reply, almost toppling over from where the blanket was covering your feet, struggling to maintain your balance.

“I’m just warming up some soup I bought for you darling. Just, head back to bed, I’ll bring it all to you in five minutes, okay?” she asks, rubbing your arms softly through the blanket.

You cough again as you reply, “Okay,” heading back down the hallway and to your room.

Robin shakes her head, chuckling to herself as she mumbles, “Stubborn girl.”

Exactly five minutes later on the dot and Robin returns to your room holding a tray full of an array of items, her beginning to list them all off. “Okay, so obviously your soup is in the middle, I just got tomato as it’s plain and simple, easy to swallow and does the trick nicely. Glass of water, as I said. Tylenol is next to you on your beside table when you are ready. A Hershey’s bar, just in case you feel peckish, and a pack of tissues. I also bought some lemon and honey, I’ve heard that helps too, but they’re still in the grocery bag in case you want to give them a try.”

“Thank you ever so much Robs,” you say, taking the spoon and collecting some soup, blowing on it and letting the liquid slide down your throat, basking in the warm temperature. As you kept eating, Robin was there wiping your nose, the heat making it run like crazy.

Once you finished your soup, you took the Tylenol, struggling a little as you always do, them getting stuck at the back of your throat. But, you power through regardless, knowing that the sooner you took them, the quicker you would feel better.

“Robs?” you say, Robin humming as she looks at you lovingly, “Can I request one more thing?”

“Of course,” she softly replies, “Anything for you, my love.”

“Can we snuggle?” you shyly ask, knowing that without your parents home, this would be one of the rare opportunities that you got to do so.

She doesn’t verbalise her answer, instead wrapping herself in the same cocoon as you in the silken pink sheets, you leaning your head into her shoulder as you unwrap the Hershey’s bar. Robin places a soft kiss to your hairline as you hold up a square, asking, “Chocolate?” which she happily takes from you and bites into.

Despite being sick, basking in the domesticity was something you truly loved. And although you recovered from your cold two days later, the closeness meant you passed on the nasty bug to your girlfriend, allowing for you to give her the same treatment she had done for you. But, it was okay. You got to spend extra time with the girl you loved, and that was your favourite thing in the world.

thank you for reading!! this is so cute, i just can't :')

[alyjojo]

Advice to Work on Yourself 💇🏽‍♂️in November 2022: Capricorn

King of Pentacles - Ace of Pentacles - 9 Cups & Wheel of Fortune

Regarding: The Empress

A couple of different stories here, one involves children. Two Kings here, these may be your children. If you’re King of Pentacles, you could be dealing with family matters involving a mother & a King of Cups. In some cases, this may be either having a child or adopting one, you could be hearing news of a baby. Adoption would fit well with all of these pentacles involved as well. It could also be a pet. Aside from those things, if none of that applies, where business is concerned things are looking great. You may have been working towards advancement & growth for some time, it’s something you’ve been waiting for and counting on, something you know will make you very happy. You may not have been very open about this opportunity, probably with family, because you’ve been busy working on whatever this is and there’s no use speaking up when there’s no final decision or action yet.

Whether you’ve got an addition to the family or an amazing job opportunity, growth is happening for you. Ace of Pentacles & 9 Pentacles together is the 10, it’s not happened yet, but it’s on the way. Whatever dream you’ve been working towards is coming, and the only advice here is to just give it time, it’s meant to be yours. And with the Unicorn charm, pay attention to signs, and give Spirit some credit 😉 1919 is here and not normally something I would notice, could mean something for you.

Animal Oracle: Chameleon 🦎

“Stay in the background and adapt to the situation rather than being conspicuous and attempting to direct the course of events.”

Even if you believe you have the right answer for the dilemma at hand or a better way to handle things, at this time it’s best to surrender to the Will of Spirit and simply allow events to unfold without your direct intervention or guidance. Pay attention to what’s happening, but become more of a witness/observer than an active participant. Simply by your presence you are participating; however there’s no need to subtly or blatantly push your agenda on those around you. Even when you’re physically present, you can contract your energy field (or aura) to the point where others may not notice you, thus allowing you to blend with your surroundings. With practice, you can get so good at this that you’ll be nearly invisible to others!

This isn’t a call for you to be passive, but to wait and contain yourself until you know with certainty that it’s time to step up and let your presence be known. When it’s time to do so, move quickly with focus and certainty. But in the meantime, flow with the situation instead of trying to make something happen. Whatever needs to occur is already in motion anyway, so go with it.

Artist Oracle: WASSILY KANDINSKY

- Transcend systems to find spirit.

- Hear music through sight.

- Begin with a dot.

Advice:

- Encourage Your Loved Ones

- Attend a Yoga Class

Charms:

Unicorn 🦄 on Wassily is a magical charm on a very practical and sensible card. You’re probably someone that sides more with scientific and proven ways of thinking & operating, Capricorn is a very practical and “I’ll believe it when I see it” kinda sign. This charm is literally telling you to believe in magic, Muggle ✨

Half Cloud ☁️ on Encourage Your Loved Ones doesn’t feel like you, but more someone around you could be feeling down and pessimistic about something, and this charm is here to encourage you to be more of a cheerleader when you’re called to be one. Nothing but good things here for you 🙏