#creating handmade invitations

[kalpanahandmadepaper]

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[deadlypawz]

Now more than ever is a good time to learn to make zines.

What Are Zines?

Zines ("zeens") are small, self-published booklets filled with whatever the creator is passionate about. They can focus on personal stories, niche interests, or even artwork. Unlike traditional publications, zines are informal, handmade, and often deeply personal. They don’t have to be perfect—what matters is the message and creativity behind them.

How Zines Spread Information

Zines are powerful tools for sharing ideas, especially when mainstream outlets overlook certain voices or topics

- They’re Accessible: You don’t need fancy equipment or money to make one—just paper, pens, and your imagination

- They Cover What Matters to You: Zines are great for exploring personal experiences, activism, or any quirky interests you’re passionate about

- They Build Community: Zines often connect like-minded people, sparking conversations and creating new relationships

- They Educate and Inspire: Whether it’s about a social cause, a DIY skill, or your favorite band, zines can teach and inspire readers

How to Make a Zine

1. Pick Your Topic: What’s the thing you can’t stop thinking about? That’s your zine idea.

2. Plan Your Pages: Jot down what you want to include—stories, drawings, photos, poems, or collages. Anything goes!

3. Choose a Format: The easiest option is a mini-zine (made from one folded sheet of paper), but you can also staple multiple pages together for a booklet

4. Design Your Layout: Use scissors, glue, markers, and whatever you have on hand. If you prefer digital tools, programs like Canva or even Word work well! I use Procreate

5. Print & Assemble: Make photocopies or print them at home. You can alzojust remake them by hand. Fold, staple, or bind them together however you like

6. Share It: Hand them out to friends, leave them in local spots, or share them online as PDFs

Zines are all about self-expression, so don’t worry about making it perfect—it’s your creation, and that’s what matters. Invite friends to contribute, try different styles, and most importantly, have fun with it.

The diagram below information is from https://socialstudio.space/how-to-zine-library/

All of these tags are here for a reason.

[yandere-sins]

A singer going yandere for their biggest fan. In an industry of fake smiles, fake praise and fake people, their love for the singer was the only real thing. The way their eyes would sparkle with joy as they’d hand over their lovingly handmade gifts at meet and greets, it tugged at the singer’s heart.

A love so pure, so real that they want to keep it all to themselves.

"Underneath Your Clothes" by Shakira playing in the background, lol! Thank you for requesting ♥

Warning for Yandere and all it entails, Violence (Murder on screen, Description of deadly wounds)

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A trophy room was usually reserved for, well, trophies. Shiny, useless things that were precious, important, expensive. Everyone defined them differently, but typically, it was a room that was intended to be showcased at gatherings. To have friends and acquaintances ooh and aah at the glorious collections, green from envy as they wished to own just as grand of an exhibit of precious things of their own.

Wasn't it strange that there was this one locked door at the most popular singer's house? An empty room that "Grey" waved off as unimportant whenever someone asked them about it? Their trophies and records were displayed throughout every inch of the massive villa they owned. Yet, there was a room that was completely empty and unoccupied?

Grey's parties were grand, splendid even. With the creme de la creme of rich people and celebrities taking part. Mingling and dancing, enjoying food that cost more than an apartment while drinking alcohol that was worth as much as a car. Nobody cared about the cost, only for the connections they were able to make, the photos being taken, and how it showed them belonging to the "best" that the human race had to offer.

They only cared to know the host better when it looked good on their social media or brought them an invite to another exclusive party. Conversations rarely progressed beyond a quick 'hello' and 'bye'. Grey didn't remember their names or faces. They couldn't keep up with the always-changing makeup trends and operations that quickly distorted the people they met, leaving no trace of recognition behind.

They were used to it, really. When they started their career, they could only hope to get as far as they had. To amass the amount of fans and money that loved their music. Loved them. But despite knowing how lonely it would be at the top, it never ceased to amaze them how terribly fake and superficial all their relationships were now. Family that only called for favors, friends that couldn't care less about Grey but all the more about riding on Grey's fame. No one cared about what they did when the lights were turned off. No one asked how they felt or if they needed help. Everyone only wanted to see the glamour and glory Grey had amassed in all this time.

Or the scandal.

"Great party!" their manager cheered, patting Grey's shoulder as he congratulated the singer for pulling off yet another celebration for the ages. One that would be remembered as much as the first song they played on the streets. One that the record label deemed "too simple" to include in their albums. The next party would wash away all the extravagance and money invested in this one, creating an eternal cycle of bigger and better to fulfill the superficial needs of those at the top.

"But hey, listen." Swinging his arm around their shoulder, their manager closed the distance between them. His grip was sweaty, grimy hands clutching onto Grey's body. The smell of alcohol wafted from his mouth as he whispered into their ear urgently, still thinking he was so important in their life, even after the paparazzi caught him sleeping with some unimportant celebrity, which caused a huge scandal, big enough for the label to want to fire him the morning after this party.

"People keep gossiping about your little room. They've been assuming all the worst things about—sex dungeon, drug den, you keeping a slave in there." Grey's manager snorted, chuckling as if he had just made an excellent joke. "I think it would be really good if you'd clear up the misunderstanding, you know? Can't risk your reputation being sullied by rumors, right?"

"Fuck off with that shit."

Annoyed, Grey pushed off their manager's arm, setting down their wine glass on the kitchen counter before glaring at him.

"Woah, there! No need to get feisty, alright? I'm just sayin'! I'm just looking out for you!" their manager immediately backpaddled, knowing better than anyone else how much the beloved singer hated questions about that room. It had been their one condition in all of their career. The one thing they asked for to belong only to them and no one else, regardless of what anyone said or wanted. No one was to go in or out, except them.

The manager took a big swig from his own glass before giving them a consolidating smile and walking off, but Grey heard him mutter "bastard" once his back was turned, and they rolled their eyes, glad he'd not be a problem anymore by the next day. Some girls passed by them, and they smiled, the same fake, accommodating smile everyone received from them. Nobody was worth the trouble of actually showing their real smile. It made the celebrity fans giggle and freak out quietly, proofing it was enough to still their lust and desire for Grey. It was so easy to play the part of the favorite singer, the blessed voice.

It was harder to just be 'them'.

Their eyes fixed on the clock on the wall. 01:47 am, it had gotten much too late. They promised to come back before midnight, but networking and keeping up the facade had taken much longer than they anticipated. When will they leave? they wondered quietly, anxiously playing with the rim of their glass while leaning against the kitchen counter.

No words could describe how much Grey hated these parties. They just never ended, and some people always stayed, sleeping off their hangover. All they wanted was some peace and quiet. To rest their head in your lap, nuzzle their face into your thighs while you made these adorable squeaks that you always made when they touched you. Their sleep had improved so much ever since you came to live with them, but because of their damn reputation, they still couldn't live the way they wanted with you. Openly. Lovingly.

No one would notice if I left, right? they thought, looking around the remaining party guests, all high on booze and drugs, either talking or making out. If someone with a camera snuck into Grey's home, they'd make a pretty penny from all the scandals happening at these parties. But all the expensive security Grey had paid for wasn't only good in keeping other people's secrets, but also theirs.

Careful, without raising anyone's curiosity or suspicion, Grey made their way towards the dark hallway in the back of their home. To those who raised their heads, it looked like they were going to the toilet, and they turned up the music a little louder as they passed the loudspeakers, just to make sure no one was going to hear them either.

They had never snuck away from their parties before, too scared anyone would follow. But Grey had to admit it was kind of exciting. Like a secret rendezvous with just the two of you. Surely, no one would notice that they were gone for a bit, considering how no one really cared to interact with them anyway. They were here for the luxuries and the feeling of being important, not Grey, even though they were the host.

Unlocking the door, Grey checked one last time over their shoulder that no one was watching before opening the door a gap wide and slipping inside, shutting out the music and other people by quickly closing it behind them. Deep breaths were necessary as the mix of excitement and stress made their heart beat rapidly in their chest. But their focus was quickly diverted by the lovely sounds you made through the gag.

"He-p! Hee-p!"

"Shh, shh," Grey muttered, turning towards you and closing the distance in two large steps. Kneeling before you, they cupped your face, rubbing your cheek with their thumb, feeling your soft skin beneath the leather strap of the gag. "I'm here! You did so well! You waited so patiently for me! You're such a good fan! I love you so much!"

Biting their lip, Grey couldn't help the tears from shooting into their eyes as they looked at you. Blindfolded and gagged, your hair a little tousled from struggling against the cuffs that tied you to the chair you were sitting on. Yet, you had never been prettier. Never been more theirs.

Years after years, show after show, you had come to watch them. You had been there when they were still a nobody, a street musician with no fame and money. Yes, people filled their trophy rooms with medals and animal heads, but Grey's was filled with your cards and gifts that they had collected over the years. Your sweet words and thoughtful presents had been the only thing keeping Grey sane all this time. It made them happy to know there was at least one person left who cared, stabilizing their moods so they wouldn't fall into depression or drugs like most of the other celebrities did.

It made Grey obsessed.

Obsessed with the way you grew flustered around him. How you thanked him for your shows and how you always insisted it wasn't much when you gave your presents. How your hands shook when Grey held them to thank you sincerely for your dedication to them. They were obsessed with your smile, your laugh, the sparkle in your eyes! Your emotions were real and genuine. Every one of your reactions had meaning and purpose, and it made their heart flutter like nothing else in their miserable popstar life.

Pulling the clasp at the back of the gag tightly, Grey shushed you again, their free hand on top of your thigh, massaging it reassuringly as you whined from the brief tightening of the leather. Grey couldn't control themselves as the gag slowly slipped out from your delicious, agitated lips, saliva dripping from them that Grey quickly caught with their own tongue, raising their mouth until it docked against yours, tasting these plump lips and exploring your mouth while you struggled against the restraints.

"Delicious," they sighed as they finally withdrew, not letting even a bit of your taste go to waste as they licked the gag clean as well, all while you sobbed.

"Why are you doing this?" you cried, and Grey couldn't help but feel the arousal shiver through his body hearing your lovely voice. Yes, even when scared and desperate, you sounded like an angel, the inspiration behind all their songs and the reason they kept singing, just to have a chance to see you again at the next concert. To read your online reviews and watch you interact with other fans in Grey's fan groups.

They observed you for a few silent moments, your body winding and snaking side to side to loosen the hold on your limbs like a cobra summoned by their music. You were almost like the snake in the garden of Eden, causing Grey to sin and bring you here into their sanctuary, the shrine they had created just for you. You didn't know it yet, didn't know who had kidnapped you.

It was time to free you of the fear of the unknown.

With a swift motion, the blindfold slipped down your skin, Grey watching it hungrily as it got to touch you so intimately, caressing your curves in ways they hadn't yet. But your gaze was too captivating to miss, the confusion giving way to recognition. Even the horror reflected in your eyes made their body ache for you, and they licked their lips, responding to the urge to consume you fully. So beautiful, so real, they thought as they watched your reactions. So perfect.

"Y-You?" you mumbled, and Grey's knees buckled, bringing them back to earth.

"Yes, it's me!" they chimed enthusiastically. "You have no idea how happy it makes me that you know who I am! I can't wait to spend our lives together from now on!"

"W-Why? Why are you doing this?!"

Your voice rose as you stared at Grey with a mix of revulsion and disbelief, and it made their heart ache in a very different way. "Aren't you happy?" they asked, desperate for you to match their feelings in every way. "I did this for us! Now we won't need to wait to meet at concerts; we can always be together!"

"What?! And you think it's okay to kidnap me for this? Who would even want this? I just... I--"

"It's okay," Grey chocked out, cupping your face. "You're confused. This is all so new, I get it. Look, I decorated this room specifically for you. It's how I wanted to show how much you mean to me!"

Your eyes wanted to stay on the danger before you, but curiosity got the better of you as you slowly led them around the room, watching the walls plastered with cards and gifts you had made the singer over the years. Judging by how your eyes widened, you recognized them.

"That's..."

"Wonderful? Amazing? Does it make you as happy as it did me?"

"Sick. That's sick."

"W-What?" Now it was Grey's turn to be confused. They let go of you, taking a step back as they felt faint from your comment. Your gaze was filled with so much disgust, even after seeing their lovely dedication to you, much different from how they expected you to react. "I thought you'd like it..."

"I'd like it if you untied me and let me go! It's not too late, we can still fix this, I won't even report you! I just liked your music, I didn't mean for any of this."

"B-But..."

A sudden bang made both of you jolt as a sudden light flooded the room. "Grey?!" a loud, obnoxious voice filled the sacred sanctuary of the singer, their manager stumbling inside, drunk and disheveled. "How dare you sneak off-hick!-at your own party! Everyone-hick!-is looking for you! W-Wait, whoa."

His eyes opened wide as he looked around the room, eventually falling on you, tied to a chair in the middle of it. "What the hell?" Grey's manager yelled, sobering up very quickly.

"H-Help!" you finally managed to stutter despite the surprise, and the manager straightened up, directing his gaze at Grey now and pointing a finger at them.

"You sick fuck! I knew it! I knew you had shit stains on your slate! You're so done if the media finds out you kidnap someone and keep them locked up!"

In an instant, Grey could see their world crashing and burning. All this time, they had built upon the confidence of being loved by at least one person in this world. A genuine, sincere person who adored them for who they were and not just their stage persona. They had worked tirelessly to provide more opportunities, more chances to meet and share these fleeting moments of joy with you, only to find out now, after all Grey did to bring you to them, you didn't even love him.

All his efforts had been in vain, as you didn't even recognize their love for you.

And if that wasn't worse enough, now someone found out about this obsession Grey had been harboring. Feelings that were only meant for you and them. That were too pure to be shared with the filth of this world. If word got out... if someone found out about this... they'd separate you from Grey. They'd take you away. They'd make Grey break the promise they made when they told you that you two would always be together from now on!

They couldn't allow this.

Moving around the manager that approached menacingly, trying to grab Grey while they stood on wobbly feet. Grey slammed the door shut loudly. This time, they didn't forget to lock it behind them, twisting the key just in time to slip by the manager again and lunge for the hammer on the little cabinet they had bought for your clothes. The hammer used to have the special duty of nailing your gifts to the wall, but it would be useful for something very different now.

Grey looked at you, forcing a smile on their lips as they took in your form. You were tense with fear, eyes blown wide as you spotted the hammer in their hands. You were so lovely, worrying about them even after saying all these hurtful things to Grey. Surely, you had just not been convinced of their feelings yet. Perhaps you were trying to shield them, making them choose someone else because you felt like you weren't enough.

But how could you? You were the only one for them.

"No one is going to separate us," you reassured them gently. "I won't let anyone take you from me."

And then, they struck. Without any mercy, they kept hitting the same gooey mass over and over, your screams filling their ears like a beautiful melody of their madness. Blood splattered everywhere—on Grey, your gifts, you.

"Ah, that won't do," they mumbled as they finally got up from the floor, the manager lying lifelessly on the ground. "Now he really did it. He really dared to sully you, my darling."

You shivered uncontrollably as Grey approached, bloody hammer still in their hands as they untied your footcuffs, holding your ankles to stop you from kicking. "Can't have that fucking bastard bleed all over you, sweetheart. I'll get you cleaned up in no time, and we can finally start our life together, alright? Alright."

Picking you up, Grey threw you over their shoulder, hammer clattering to the ground. You wiggled in an attempt to escape but stopped as you hovered over the dead manager's body, seeing his split-open skull and the expression of horror etched into his face. Finally, Grey thought. Finally you understand how far I'd go for you.

"I'll take such good care of you," they promised. "You'll never miss anything in your life, I swear. You just need to stay with me, and I'll make sure we'll be happy until the end of our time."

Who said trophies had to be inanimated objects that people could gaze upon?

After all, you were very alive, and Grey would never, never let anyone see you ever again.

[will-o-the-witch]

Dragon Hoard Bowls

Dragon bowls are a passive working designed to invite traditioal draconic energies into your life or practice! That means power, wisdom, confidence, and prosperity. It can also be used as a way to attract friendly dragon spirits if you incorporate spirit work into your practice. It's inspired by the way money bowls are designed to attract luck and wealth. Feel free to alter and fine-tune it to whatver suits your personal needs.

First, get a bowl. It doesn't have to be that big unless you have a lot you plan on putting in it and need the space. A trinket dish may be enough. It doesn't have to be explicitly dragon-themed, but try to make it something of reasonable quality. We're trying to create something that reflects an abundance of treasure, after all, so disposable styrofoam bowls aren't ideal. Local or handmade pottery is a good choice.

Fill the bowl with your dragon hoard. This can technically be made of anything, but particularly crystals and coins. Shiny curios, paper money, anything that conveys some sort of luxury or value is also acceptable. As tempting as they are, I try to avoid shiny plastic gems and similar items because while they look nice, it's still only a superficial value and they're easily disposable. Don't feel like you need to break the bank for your bowl. Start with whatever you already have on hand, even if it's just some loose crystal beans and spare change. It will grow over time.

Remember to feed your bowl. This is important. If you want it to stay effective, don't let this thing just sit and collect dust. Add little things to the bowl when you can, or burn incense in/over the bowl. Mix around the treasure now and then. I personally let the ashes fall and collect in the bowl. Every now and then I give it a refresh and clean it out to keep everything looking nice, but you may prefer to let the ashes build up over time and have that be part of it. Whatever makes sense for you!

The stuff in the bowl operates like an offering would. This is especially relevant for things like crystals. Everything in the hoard is dedicated to being a part of the hoard now, so try to avoid taking stuff out of the bowl to use it for other purposes and then putting it back in. If you're doing that then you don't have a hoard, you have a storage place for your stuff. In other words, no take-backsies. If you truly need something out of the bowl but don't want to damage the hoard, I recommend just removing it completely from the bowl and replacing it with something of equal or greater value.

[uwmspeccoll]

Decorative Sunday

We've made several posts about paste papers, but never one that explains the complete process and technique. This small accordion book (4"x4"; 10x10 cm), Making Paste Papers by noted American paper artist Diane Maurer (b, 1944), made at her home studio in Spring Mills, Pennsylvania with original paste-paper samples in 1992 signed by the artist, does just that. It offers simple, step-by-step instructions on how to make paste papers from mixing the paste to finishing the paper.

Maurer is noted for a variety of paper arts, but she writes, "Although I am known for my books and decorative papers, my focus for many years has been on creating paper collage. I begin my collages by marbling, paste painting, and dyeing paper to create the colors and textures that are essential to my artwork. Then I tear, cut and combine multiple layers of patterned papers with handmade papers to represent surrealistic landscapes and fanciful seascapes. Most have considerable dimension, approaching paper sculpture."

Recently, Maurer was invited to become part of the MET's Paper Legacy Project for which she handcrafted 40 papers, including traditional marbling, Japanese Suminagashi marbling, and paste papers.

Our copy of this book is another donation from the estate of our late friend Dennis Bayuzick.

View more of our posts on paste papers.

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[obsidian-pages777]

Pick a card: Your Future Aesthetic.Pick an Image

Left to Right Top Row-> Pile 1, Pile 2. Left Bottom Row -> Pile 3 [Pick one of the three]

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Reading 1: The Ethereal Dreamer

Card Drawn: The Star

Your future self will be deeply enchanted by an ethereal, dreamy aesthetic. Imagine a world filled with soft, flowing fabrics in pastel hues like lavender, blush pink, and sky blue. Your spaces will be adorned with fairy lights, delicate crystals, and celestial motifs such as stars and moons. This aesthetic is all about creating a serene, magical atmosphere that feels almost otherworldly.

Your fashion choices will lean towards flowing, bohemian dresses, sheer materials, and intricate lace details.Mostly pastel themes. Being attracted to light colors.Butterfly motifs are prominent. You might carry a free flowing nature to your personality representing your aspirations towards expansion of peace.

Home decor will feature airy, light-filled spaces with plenty of natural elements like feathers, geodes, and plants.

Your future self will seek to create a sanctuary that feels like a serene escape from reality, full of whimsical fairie-esque and gentle beauty.

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Reading 2: The Bold Visionary

Card Drawn: The Emperor

Your future self will gravitate towards a bold, visionary aesthetic that exudes confidence and sophistication. This look is defined by strong lines, rich colors like deep navy, burgundy, and emerald, and luxurious materials such as velvet, leather, and silk.

Your fashion will include tailored suits, statement pieces with geometric patterns, and accessories that make a statement.

Home decor will feature modern furniture with clean lines, metallic accents, and striking art pieces. Your spaces will be meticulously organized and designed to project power and elegance.

The aesthetic you will love is one that commands attention and reflects a sense of authority and ambition, perfectly suited for a leader who is unafraid to stand out and make bold moves.

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Reading 3: The Vintage Romantic

Card Drawn: The Lovers

Your future self will find joy in a vintage, romantic aesthetic that celebrates nostalgia and timeless beauty.

Picture a world filled with delicate floral patterns, antique furniture, and soft, muted tones like rose, cream, and sage green. Your fashion will be inspired by eras past, with a love for lace, vintage dresses, pearl accessories, and retro hairstyles.

Home decor will feature shabby chic elements, ornate picture frames, and cozy, intimate settings with lots of personal touches like family heirlooms and handmade crafts.

This aesthetic is all about creating a warm, inviting atmosphere that feels both elegant and charmingly old-fashioned. Your future self will delight in the romance and history embedded in this timeless style.

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[mossangelll]

The people crave yandere jinx 🗣️🗣️🗣️

ask and you shall receive! i really wanna write more abt jinx and her self made family :’) thanks so much for requesting ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Home Sweet Home

Yandere!Jinx x Reader

tw: toxic relationship, kidnapping, emotional manipulation

yandere!jinx who’s playing hide and seek out in the lanes with isha but can’t find her

yandere!jinx who starts to panic until she sees you, chatting up a storm with a playful isha and instantly calms down

yandere!jinx who wants to be mad at the smaller girl for talking to strangers but just can’t find the anger - you’re so sweet and bubbly and not at all what she would expect from a fellow citizen of the underground

“Oh! Is she your sister? I was just looking after her until you showed up - you can’t be too careful down here.”

yandere!jinx who gets along with you like a house on fire and eventually invites you over to hang out with her and isha at the workshop more and more often

yandere!jinx whose heart clenches when she sees how happy isha is hanging out with you

yandere!jinx who yearns for a full, happy family and takes desperate measures to achieve this

yandere!jinx who lures you to the workshop for another “play date”, happy that you didn’t suspect a single thing was wrong

yandere!jinx who watches you like a hawk, passed out and tied to a chair, counting down the minutes until you finally wake up

yandere!jinx who placates a worried isha who looks at your unconscious body in fear. what she’s doing is good and necessary - they’ll be a big happy family, doesn’t she want that too?

yandere!jinx who grins the moment you wake up looking so cute and disoriented, asking jinx what happened and if the two other girls are ok

yandere!jinx who has to stifle a large smile at your display of concern - you’re the injured one but all you care about is if isha and her are ok? you’re so perfect she could scream!

yandere!jinx who pouts as she strokes your tear stained face once you realise what exactly jinx has in store for you

yandere!jinx who, despite her own heartbreak at your cries, refuses to accept your forlorn pleas to just let me go, i won’t tell anyone i swear!

yandere!jinx who brings over a distraught isha in order to blackmail you to stay - it’s not fair to create such a meaningful friendship with the her just to leave them both

yandere!jinx who undoes your restraints once she sees you give into her “persuasion” and promises that you’ll all be happy together as a family

yandere!jinx who conditions you over months to be the perfect homemaker who (almost) never complains - every morning she wakes up to the smell of your breakfast, the sound of your hushed conversation with isha floating over to where she is and she feels giddy all over again

yandere!jinx who brings you and isha cute handmade trinkets as a show of her love and appreciation

yandere!jinx who forces you to move all your belongings into her room and sleep in the same bed as her

yandere!jinx who goes to bed crying tears of joy - she never thought her dreams of a true family would be fulfilled like this despite how unloveable she feels she is

yandere!jinx who wakes up a bit earlier than you to catch you still snoring deep in sleep and considers this her favourite part of the day

yandere!jinx who wakes you up by cradling your face and calling you a sleepyhead in low whispers

yandere!jinx who bristles at any mention of your “real family” that you want to visit just one more time to reassure them that you’re ok

yandere!jinx who holds down your arms, trapping you in her grip as she coldly reminds you that your real family is here with her and isha

yandere!jinx who punishes you whenever you try to escape

yandere!jinx who peeks her head round corners to quietly watch you tutor isha, butterflies fluttering in her stomach at how nurturing and devoted you are to the young girl

yandere!jinx who would do anything and everything to protect her small family even if it meant killing any potential threats

yandere!jinx who can’t even begin to imagine what life would be like without you and isha - you two finally make life worth living and she wouldn’t give you two up no matter what

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[tarotwithavi]

When will you find love? And a little about your person.

How to choose a pile?

Close your eyes and take a deep breath and ask the angels to show you the right pile for you and open your eyes. The first pile that catches your attention is the right pile for you

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Pile 1

Alright pile 1! Welcome to your reading and the first message I'm getting is that you will find love when you start loving yourself The way You want to be loved. And it may be a long journey to be honest. However the love that will come to you between your journey is something you have dreamed of, and for some of you I am seeing that you may also attract your future spouse. Because I keep seeing a long committed relationship with the person that will come into your life when you start loving yourself. But I also want you to know that the universe will test you and will send you duplicate copies of your future spouse who are toxic so you may encounter some situations where you made out if this person is your future spouse or not and I want you to always choose yourself in such situations.

Now let's talk about that person, I see that for most of you this person could be a fire sign or an Earth sign. The person you are meant to be with is really mentally strong and embodies the traditional qualities of their gender. What I mean by that is if you are a woman attracted to men your person will embody all the qualities of a traditional man like being the caretaker, being the provider etc. women attracted to women then your person will embody all the qualities of a traditional woman like being supporting, being nurturing etc. and their qualities will not be toxic like how traditional man are viewed as controlling and lack of consideration etc. and I'm also getting that your person will spend their money on you and their love language maybe gifting. I also see that your person belongs to a really big family or a family that has a rich background like some sort of reality or respect that comes from being born in their family. I also see that your person has a really nice voice and whenever they speak it sounds soothing. For some of you their mother may have been a single mom or they may not have good relations with their father. I also see that your person requires a lot of rest because the work they do requires a lot of their energy and their work could be mentally draining.

Pile 2

How are you? Pile 2, first of all I have a good news for you, you are on the journey of finding love and I am saying that because I see that you have been putting a lot of work on yourself and you have been feeling full of love these days for some of you you can literally feel deep inside of you that you are about to meet someone whom you are going to fall in love with. I also see that some of you may have been invited to go somewhere or you will be invited in the near future and you may meet your person there. Some of you are about to find love within a month and some of you will find love in summer time. I also see that you are about to be asked out on a date and I want you to give this a chance because I feel positive Vibes from this pile (of course only accept if you feel like doing it)

Now let's talk about your person. I see that your person could be a fire or a water sign and Aries, Leo and cancer specifically. I see that this person has been through a lot and you can literally see it on their face or you may feel it when you meet them. I also see that you both share equal feelings for each other and this may be the person you are crushing on currently. They may be an artist or they may like to create beautiful things in their free time. Another message I'm picking upon is that they will give you handmade things like handwritten letters , DIY flowers etc because I see that they are someone who shows their Love by doing things for the person they love. I also see that on a side note they may suffer from anxiety or depression or they may have insomnia. However they will recover soon and they could be born in the month of April or April could be a significant month for you. I also see that they hide their pain and their sufferings from others. This person is really physically attractive and they always have something nice to say. They give great advice and the words that come out of their mouth are literally the words of wisdom. I also see that they may do charitable work or they may work in the medical field. Your person may be a bit different from you or from the way you were brought up. For some of you, they can have a fear of lizards or it can be the complete opposite. They may wear a hat or turban, it could be related to their culture.

Pile 3

Heyyyy pile 3! The first thing I'm getting is that this pile is divided into two groups. People who resonate more with group 1 will find love soon, like within 5 to 6 months and the people who resonate with group 2 will find love in , maybe 11 months to 14 months. Now I will be listing some things which will help you find your group. If you are a fire sign or you talk a lot or you talk really fast, walk fast, have a black round mole on your right hand or right side of your body, long fingers, wear glasses not contracts, have more than 8 friends who you talk to, or like pink then you are group 1. And if you are an Earth sign, wear baggy clothes, have a great balance, are or may have been a cheerleader, live near forest, droopy nose, long fingernails or are wearing a black top/hoodie currently then you are group 2. Of course, you can read if you don't resonate with any of these groups.

Okay so I see that some of you literally manifested this person. Within the past 9 months you may have done a ritual or made a wish about love and your wish is about to be granted. I also see that you may meet this person through a friend or your sibling. Because I see that you will get to know this person through a mutual friend or someone. Another message I'm getting is that your person is literally a dream come true for you however I also see that they may have a lot of passion (you know what I'm talking about 🌝👀) and I also see that they are really knowledgeable they may speak 3 to 4 languages and they may have a lot of friends that are different from them. Another thing I'm getting is that some of you share a past life connection with this person and in this lifetime you two are meant to be together so nothing can pull you apart. I also see that your person has a lot of responsibility on their shoulders and I also see that sometimes they get overwhelmed by taking care of everything. They also have a tendency to stress over things they cannot control. Your person could be an air sign or Earth sign. They already have a bright personality and a lot of people notice them. I also see that they know how to take care of things and situations but sometimes they just stress over nothing. They have good time management and hate people who are not punctual. They know what they are capable of and they know what they deserve. They are really sure about themselves and they will not second guess their choices. They require a lot of time alone to function properly, however that will not be a hurdle in your relationship because I see that you have this quality too.

Muah 💋

[ivystoryweaver]

March the 9th

Marc Spector x gn!reader 1.4k words, angst, sex is implied, no smut, tw abuse, not beta'd

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Your skin tingles as you struggle to steady your breathing. Pacing the floor for an hour does nothing to calm that fuzzy feeling in the center of you.

He’ll be here soon.

You’ve memorized the pattern on the ceiling over your bed, because you stared at it the entire night, never once slipping into blissful slumber.

Your phone never rings. No emails, no letters, no messages.

But he always shows.

Bouncing on your toes, you smooth your hands down the lines of your body, checking your reflection, which lets you know you look the same as you did five minutes ago.

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The first year...

Your family moved onto the Spectors’ street when you were nine years old. You quickly befriended the Spector boys, often playing with them after school and on weekends.

Then, one day, Randall was gone. You were supposed to play with them that day, but you had the flu.

Marc was never the same and you didn’t see much of him, except at school. The Spectors didn’t throw him a birthday party and he didn’t show up at yours either.

So you created a handmade birthday card for him, making a point to cross his path at school. He was absent.

The next year approached, and you realized the Spectors once again would not be throwing a party, so you gave Marc his birthday card on March 8th. He jerked it out of your hand, eyes downcast, muttering, “thanks,” before shuffling away.

You called his name, scampering after him, but he never looked back. The two of you were in middle school now and Marc didn’t seem to have many friends at all. Hopefully he would read the card, which invited him over to hang out.

He did.

On the night of March 9th, he crawled through your bedroom window for the first time. Tears streaked down his cheeks as his body trembled.

“Can I sleep on your floor?” He brokenly whispered.

You had a queen sized bed, so, of course you didn’t let your clearly devastated friend sleep on the hard floor.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he murmured drowsily, once he slid beneath the covers. “Please, they’ll kill me.”

You didn’t understand and he wouldn’t explain. You were only twelve years old. You squeezed his hand and let him rest.

He talked to you after that, only sometimes.

The next March 9th, you gave him another card, with another invitation to come over. He did. Your fingers tangled with his.

Again at fourteen, when, after swiping the tears from his eyes, he kissed you. He kissed you for a long time and you thought you’d never felt anything so magical.

At fifteen, he kissed and touched you all night long. Your heart was his now.

Still, he kept to himself for most of the other 364 days a year.

At sixteen, he climbed into your bed and the two of you lost your virginity. Neither of you had a clue what you were doing - clumsy and wild and sweet. But he kissed you and held you and he tried. You loved him and you had never felt so close to anyone in your life.

He flinched away from your touch several times, so you thought you must be doing something wrong.

It wasn’t until seventeen that you saw his well-hidden bruises and red welts by your bedside lamplight.

“Who did this to you?” Tears streamed down your face as your fingertips traced lovingly around anger and drunkenness unleashed on his beautiful body.

His eyes met yours and you knew. He came to your bed a lot more after that.

Then came eighteen. Three months before graduation. You asked him all the time where he wanted to go to college - where the two of you could go together, but nothing ever came of it. He only answered, “I have to get out.”

March the 9th of year eighteen was the last you saw of Marc Spector for a long time. He didn’t make it to graduation.

He sent you a letter in year nineteen.

‘I’m sorry,’ was all it said.

Year twenty passed. 21, 22, 23…

You graduated college and met someone. But every March the 9th, your fingers would trace his picture, so your "someone" didn't last.

More than a few March 9ths ago, you somehow wished him right back to you. He knocked on your door, shuffling anxiously from foot to foot, swallowing hard and expecting rejection.

You threw your arms around him. “Happy birthday,” you whispered against his cheek before his mouth found yours.

He took you to bed and you knew then that your heart would only ever be his.

It wasn’t enough though. He granted you a half-hearted explanation about danger and old debts and how he was so messed up - he could never bring it all into your life.

You had enough dignity to refrain from begging him.

The next March the 9th was the same. And the next, and the next.

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This year, you’re resolute. It will be the last. It has to be. You can’t do this anymore. He doesn’t love you - not the way you love him. You’ll wish him happy birthday, take him to your bed, but - never again. It hurts too much.

A sharp knock jolts you out of your reverie, sending all the air rushing out of you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you steady yourself, giving yourself one final moment to prepare for your last night with Marc.

You reach for the door and find him holding flowers. Irises.

“You like these…right?” Dark eyebrows shift hopefully.

You breathe his name, your heart flaming with adoration. You take the bouquet and wrap your arms around his neck like always, whispering, “Happy birthday,” against his cheek as his lips seek out your own. He tastes you slowly…sweetly, his breath mingling with yours.

You lose your grasp on the irises, forgetting to care as they spill to the floor. Strong arms wind around you as his hands spread across your back, pressing you against the solid warmth of his chest. The kiss goes on and on until you’re dizzy and breathless and hot tears wet your eyes at the thought of never tasting him again.

You fight them back as the two of you finally make it through the front door and he kicks it closed. He takes you to bed and you drown in the essence that is Marc - unearthed secrets, soul-crushing burdens, beautiful desperation and a kind of hungry tenderness. You bury your nose in the crook of his neck, comforted and tormented as you inhale the spicy, sun-kissed scent of him, your lips tasting, committing him to memory.

Saltiness seeps into your mouth and you’re not sure if it’s the slight sheen on his skin as he works his way into you, or the tears slipping down your cheeks.

Your fingers twist through his dark curls as you pull your body flush against his - the heat of your tongue - the twist of your body - the scrape of your fingernails desperately attempting to communicate your need for this man.

He’s been your birthday wish most of your life.

He holds you against him until the calendar turns to the 10th. The sun rises and you realize he’s never stayed this long.

Which will make the speech you’ve planned so much harder. You shuffle to the bathroom while he sleeps, steeling yourself for the heartbreak. As you stare into the mirror, tears burn your eyes and you wonder if you can go through with it. The thought of never seeing him again is crushing, but you can’t go on like this.

Finally, you straighten out your appearance and freshen up, fighting like hell to keep your composure.

Marc is awake, sitting on the edge of your bed in only his boxers. You expect him to be dressed and ready to walk out the door, but as his warm, coffee colored eyes find yours…

He gently smiles.

“Marc?” You whisper, slowly approaching him.

“Come here,” he softly instructs, reaching for you. You sink down beside him, your foreheads touching sweetly as he grips your arms.

“Could…do you think I could stay?”

Tears trickle down. Again. “I don’t know,” you whimper. “I-I can’t-"

“I know.,” he nods, pressing an urgent kiss to your mouth. “I’m sorry. I’ll go.”

He’s off the bed and reaching for his clothes before you can blink, but you don’t let him get far. “Stay,” you urgently plead. “Stay with me.”

He freezes, eyes wide and hopeful. “F-for tonight, or…”

“Stay,” you repeat, pressing your palms to the heat of his bare chest. “Stay or go. Just decide.”

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Next March the 9th…

“Happy birthday, baby,” you murmur against his lips as he rolls you underneath him.

“Happy anniversary,” he returns, sealing his mouth to yours.

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[charlesslut16]

-Hoping for You on Christmas-

summary : you meet charles for the first time on a christmas market hoping to see him again...

PAIRINGS : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : I hope you love this!!!

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The crisp December air nipped at your skin as you wandered through the Christmas market, a soft blanket of twilight settling over the festive stalls. The glow of fairy lights twinkled against the darkening sky, and the smell of mulled wine, freshly baked pastries, and pine filled the cold air.

There was something almost magical about it—how the bustling market made everything feel warmer, more connected. The distant laughter of children, the soft murmur of conversation, and the cheerful jingling of bells created a world all its own.

It was early December, and already the streets were alive with the spirit of Christmas. People bustled about in scarves and coats, their breath visible in the frosty air as they huddled together, stopping at the brightly decorated stalls.

You couldn't help but smile as you wandered between them, admiring the handcrafted trinkets, the glimmering ornaments, and the small, delicate lights that lit up the night.

But despite the twinkling lights and the festive music, something was missing. It wasn’t the presents or the decorations or the food—though all of that was wonderful. No, what you were searching for was a feeling, a connection.

You had always hoped that Christmas could bring something more—a chance encounter, a spark, something that would remind you that the world was still full of possibility, of wonder.

As you made your way further into the market, the crowds seemed to fade away, replaced by the soothing sounds of carolers singing familiar tunes. Your steps slowed as you approached a stall filled with beautiful wooden ornaments—tiny reindeer, snowflakes, and hand-carved Santa's.

The craftsmanship was exquisite, and you found yourself mesmerized by the intricate details. You reached out to touch one of the ornaments, admiring the way the wood was polished to a soft sheen, when you heard a soft chuckle behind you.

"Careful, you might break it," said a voice, light and teasing.

You turned, startled, to see a man standing just a few feet away. He had dark brown hair tucked beneath a beanie, and his eyes—bright and mischievous—seemed to sparkle in the soft glow of the lights around you. He was tall, dressed casually in a jacket and jeans, his smile friendly and warm.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to," you said quickly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"No need to apologize," he said with a reassuring smile. "I was just kidding."

There was a brief moment of awkward silence as you both stood there, not sure what to say next. His smile was easy and kind, and for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something familiar about him, though you couldn’t place why.

"I’m Charles, by the way," he said after a moment, extending his hand with a casual, yet inviting gesture.

"Nice to meet you, Charles," you replied, shaking his hand. "I’m—" You hesitated, realizing you didn’t need to offer a full introduction. "I’m just here enjoying the market."

Charles nodded, his eyes glancing around at the lights and decorations. "Yeah, it’s nice, isn’t it? The Christmas markets always feel like stepping into another world for a little while."

You couldn’t help but agree. "It’s one of those places where everything feels a little more magical, even if it’s just for a moment."

His grin widened. "Exactly." He looked back at the stall, eyeing the ornaments. "They’ve got some great stuff here. I love how everything is handmade."

You smiled, glancing at the various wooden figures hanging around. "Yeah, it’s amazing. The craftsmanship is beautiful."

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you continued to admire the delicate decorations. The soft crunch of snow underfoot and the hum of the market around you felt peaceful, almost as if the world had slowed down just for a moment. But before you could say anything more, a gust of cold wind blew through the market, making the snowflakes swirl in the air.

"You know," Charles said, his eyes brightening, "this weather is perfect for something warm. How about we grab some mulled wine?"

You were a little taken aback at the suggestion but found yourself nodding without hesitation. "That sounds great."

The two of you made your way to one of the mulled wine stands, the scent of cinnamon and orange drifting in the air. The line wasn’t long, and before you knew it, Charles was handing you a cup of the warm drink, steam rising from it into the frosty air.

"Thank you," you said with a smile, surprised at how natural it felt to be with him.

He shrugged nonchalantly, his smile playful. "It’s nothing. I figured it’s the least I can do when we’re enjoying the market together."

You raised your cup. "To enjoying the market."

"To enjoying the market," Charles echoed, his voice soft but warm, and you both laughed, the sound mingling with the distant chime of Christmas bells.

For the next little while, the two of you wandered through the market, sipping your drinks, talking about everything and nothing. Charles was easy to talk to, and you found yourself drawn to the way he listened, the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke about his hometown in Monaco, or how much he loved getting away from the busyness of the Formula 1 season and soaking in the Christmas spirit somewhere quieter.

Eventually, the cold began to sink into your bones, and you both agreed it was time to head out. As you walked toward the exit, the snow falling lightly around you, Charles turned to you with a hesitant look in his eyes.

"So," he said, voice quieter now. "I’m going to be here for a few more days. Maybe we could meet again before I leave? If you’d like?"

You smiled, the idea of seeing him again sending a pleasant warmth through you. "I’d like that."

"Great," he said, his eyes lighting up. "I’ll be around. Just let me know when you’re free."

You both said your goodbyes and parted ways, each retreating into your separate worlds, but there was a spark, something small but undeniable, that lingered between you—a sense of possibility, the hope that you would see each other again.

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The days passed, and as much as you tried to push it out of your mind, you couldn’t help but think of Charles. You spent hours wandering the market again, hoping to bump into him, but somehow, he was always just out of reach. Y

ou told yourself not to get your hopes up, but that little part of you—the part that believed in fate—held on to the hope that he might appear when you least expected it.

As Christmas Eve approached, the market became even more magical. The lights seemed brighter, the air colder, and the scent of mulled wine and roasted chestnuts stronger.

But something still felt missing. You had hoped for a little magic, something special this Christmas, a connection that felt like it was meant to be.

It was December 24th, and you were standing by one of the stalls, staring at the lights, when you heard your name.

"Hey," came a familiar voice, and you turned quickly, surprised to see Charles standing just a few feet away, a wide grin spreading across his face. His eyes sparkled, just as they had before, and for a moment, it was like the world around you had paused.

"I didn’t expect to find you here," he said, his voice warm and playful.

You laughed, relief flooding through you. "I’ve been hoping to see you again."

Charles’s grin grew wider, and at that moment, everything else seemed to fall away—the market, the cold, the snow. There was just you and him, standing there, connected in a way that made everything feel a little brighter.

"Looks like the universe decided to give us another chance," he said, stepping closer.

In that instant, you realized that the magic of Christmas didn’t lie in the lights or the gifts—it was in the people we meet, the moments we share, and the connections we make when we least expect it.

"Maybe we could start a tradition," you said softly, your heart fluttering in your chest. "Meeting here every year, at the Christmas market."

Charles looked at you for a long moment, his eyes softening. He nodded slowly, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I’d like that," he said, his voice low but sincere.

And at that moment, Christmas felt a little more complete. The magic of the season was right there in front of you, in the form of a shared smile, a connection, and the promise of something more.

[himasgod]

How would they spend Halloween night with their partners? Sumeru! version 🎃

(All! Sumeru Characters x you! (separated))

MONDSTADT! VERSION

LIYUE VERSION

INAZUMA VERSION

Alhaitham agrees to spend Halloween with you, albeit in his rational and logical style. He invites you to a night of reading in his library, where he has collected some books on ancient mythology and horror stories. As you read, Alhaitham discusses the origins of each legend and analyzes each story in his calm and confident tone. Despite his logic, he can't help but look at you a little more attentively when you get startled by some story. In the end, he offers you a special tea to calm your nerves, with a soft smile that indicates that, deep down, he has enjoyed the evening with you.

Kaveh is excited about Halloween and proposes a “design and creation night” in his work spot. He invites you to carve pumpkins and decorate the place, filling it with creative light and shadows. Between laughter and art, Kaveh enjoys watching how excited you are about every detail. He even makes quick sketches of you in the middle of work, to immortalize the night. At the end, with the site full of handmade decorations, Kaveh sits next to you, exhausted but happy, and comments on how special it has been to share his art with you on such a magical night.

Tighnari turns Halloween into a “night of exploration” through the Avidya Forest. Dressed in an explorer’s outfit, he leads you through the dark paths while telling you stories about nocturnal plants and animals. Between legends of forest creatures and tales of the “mysterious” plants that bloom only at night, Tighnari enjoys every expression on your face. Eventually, you find a clear spot where you sit and gaze at the starry sky.

Cyno hosts a Halloween-themed TCG and invites you to a “friendly competition” at his house. He’s adapted the cards to include images of Sumeru’s “ghostly” creatures and characters. In between moves, he tells you jokes and makes funny comments that add a unique touch to the evening. At the end, when you’re both relaxing and sharing some snacks, Cyno comments that he likes how you can enjoy both his jokes and his competitive side, making him feel like Halloween is even more fun with you.

Collei, nervous but excited, decides to throw a small Halloween party in Gandharva Ville. She has decorated the area with dim lights and carved pumpkins, and she waits for you with a shy smile. She shows you each decoration while sharing some traditional sweets she has prepared. Although she gets nervous about scary stories, she holds your hand to make you both feel safe. At the end of the night, Collei thanks you for giving her the courage to enjoy Halloween.

Dehya turns Halloween into a night of “training and bravery.” She invites you on a desert excursion, where you both must prove your endurance as you navigate the darkest and most remote areas. With her protective attitude and strength, she tells you about the legends of creatures that, according to tradition, appear on Halloween in the sands. Every now and then, she jokes about protecting you, but her eyes tell you that she won’t let anything happen to you. At the end, under the stars, she gives you a sincere smile and says that Halloween is even better with someone who makes her feel happy and at peace.

Nilou celebrates Halloween in an artistic and beautiful way. She invites you to the Zubayr Theatre, decorated with fabrics and warm lights to create a dreamlike atmosphere. She shows you a special dance she has prepared for the occasion, with movements evoking the legends of Sumeru. After the performance, she invites you to dance with her in a soft and emotional rhythm, as if each step were a spell. The night ends with Nilou thanking you for being part of this magical night, a celebration of beauty and harmony under the Halloween sky.

Wanderer doesn’t show much enthusiasm for Halloween, but he agrees to spend the night with you. He takes you to a secluded spot in the desert or a quiet part of Sumeru, where he gazes at the sky with a melancholy air. He suddenly tells you cryptic stories from his past, intertwined with the “monsters” he’s faced, though he jokes with a sarcastic touch about being one of them. Although the night is mysterious and fraught with tension, there is a moment when he looks at you, and his gaze suggests that Halloween is his excuse to let his guard down a bit with you.

Faruzan hosts a Halloween soiree at the Academiya, giving you a tour of the spookiest discoveries and artifacts she’s found in her research. Flashlight in hand, she guides you through the halls as she tells stories of ancient spirits and forgotten curses in the ruins of Sumeru. Though her tone is serious and academic, her eyes light up when she sees your interest. In the end, the two of you sit under the stars.

Layla invites you to a Halloween night of stargazing, where you can see constellations related to Sumeru legends and creatures. She’s prepared with blankets and snacks for the both of you, and although she yawns a little, she’s determined to stay awake to tell you stories about each “ghostly” constellation. Between whispers and glances at the sky, she shares with you her theories about Halloween’s connection to the stars. The night becomes a magical and relaxing time, and Layla ends up falling asleep next to you, grateful to share such a peaceful night.

Here is my masterlist, in case you are interested in any more of my work or want to send me a request <3

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Oh man this is so fun, can y'all do one where the Housewardens, Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, and Vil plan a birthday party surprise for their homesick ramshackle prefect?

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul spends much of the party planning convincing himself he’s not doing this for free. This would make you indebted to him, or at least see him in a better light, but it stole caused a question to rise: why did he care so much? He still hated the concept of doing things for free, even for his significant other, but there was no harm in using the space he already owned to throw a party to distract you from your dreary mood. There is some anxiety firmly planted in his heart, a part of him wondering if you might not enjoy yourself, but he swept that to the side for the sake of finishing what he started.

Kalim Al-Asim:

There’s nothing harder for Kalim than having to keep a surprise, especially when it’s a party. He wants to invite everyone and anyone, but remembering it’s for you, pulls back some of his ambitions to make it more personal. In the past, he might have selfishly made the party a celebration for all, but he was careful to cater to your likes, dislikes, and overall aesthetic. He’s excited seeing it all come together and he’s even more giddy when he thinks of the look on your face when he surprised you, annoying Jamil who has to hear about the party (as one of Kalim’s trusted party advisors) by incessantly talking about it.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona had really intended it to be a party for two, but when the others you were friends with caught wind of his plan, it ended with a party crew. He was fine with them doing his bidding as long as they weren’t annoying him about it, as he had the details perfectly planned out. It’s almost scary how easy it is for Leona to lie to you or divert your attention when necessary but he promised to never use his powers for evil, giving a smirk as the statement left you wondering what you’d gotten yourself into by dating him.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle enjoyed the Unbirthday parties, but he had to figure out a way to make this more personal, a silent cheer for you to continue moving forward despite your homesickness. He’s meticulous with his planning, securing the appropriate decorations and refusing to take short cuts - all food, the roses decorating the area, and various other ornaments used to pretty up the gardens would be handmade. The effort he puts in just seemed natural to him, you deserved nothing less than his best and he was determined to see it through.

Vil Schoenheit:

Vil knows how to seamlessly tie together elements in a party, giving hints of your old home while also providing you the comfort of a new one; he didn’t want you to feel like you were alone, even if you were homesick. He’s quite proud of the party he planned for you, even creating an outfit for you based on elements of your wardrobe that you had taken from your homeland. It went to show how much Vil truly listened to you, the tiny details of the surprise party making you feel so loved that you could cry.

[itsabouttimex2]

Today my Birthday, so how would the yanderes react to reader Brithday?

LMK Birthday Reactions

MK, Sun Wukong, Chang’e

(Happy birthday, dear! Have a wonderful day!)

So many handmade gifts- each one is lovingly decorated and delivered, wrapped with red and yellow ribbon. And MK is so eager about it, too. No matter what type of person you are, it’s pretty much impossible not to smile and thank him.

The delivery boy invites himself in the moment you open the front door, but not before throwing himself into your arms for a big tight hug. After ushering you to the couch, MK starts to unload his gifts into your hands.

A hand-drawn letter with glitter and sparkly bits of confetti. A giant sack of food he made (with Pigsy’s input and advice), and grocery store cupcakes frosted with your favorite color. And something along the lines of a plush or poster from a media franchise that you love.

And he’s so, so sweet about it that you don’t even think to ask how he found your address.

Our dear Sun Wukong is, put simply- loaded. There’s no end to the treasures and antiques he has to offload, and it’s not like any buyer is going to try and scam the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He’s racked more than a bit in terms of funds, and isn’t afraid to dote on a well-behaved captive friend/student/child.

(Or he’ll shamelessly and happily steal. That’s also a very real possibility, let’s be honest.)

Lego Sets? He’ll have them stacked to the ceiling. A new console? He’ll bury it in games to match. Books? He’ll have a crate of classics delivered to the front door. Jewelry? He’ll dig a few precious pieces from his treasury and pay/coerce a jeweler into fixing them up.

Lots of food and treats, and isn’t above throwing you a small party if you’re friends with MK and Mei- hell, the simian will even let you invite Red Son. He’ll (his clones, actually) set up a nice little room with a store-bought cake or two and catered food from Pigsy’s Noodles. He’ll bust out a few games (think Jackbox) and let you have a nice, happy day.

And honestly, that’s all he wants- for you to be happy… in close proximity to him, under his watchful eye, locked up tight in his house.

Really, is that so much to ask for?

Oh, so very many exotic and wonderful treats. All handmade and delectable, created from top-quality ingredients and with hours of love and centuries of experience.

Chang’e makes each one with all of her heart, pasted your adorable name in frosting a hundred times over, across every cupcake and cookie and three-tier cake. She’ll set the “imperfect” pastries aside to have their frosting smudged into swirls, donated to shelters or food banks. Her baby deserves only the very best that she has to offer.

She’s prone to tending towards cutesy gifts, like sparkly stellar accessories and glittery plushes. Perfumes, matching clothes, make-up… the moon goddess is so very generous and sweet with her presents. Also, given how tech-savvy and modern-trending she seems to be, Chang’e definitely lavishes you with quite a few gift cards for online shopping.

Really, such an absolute sweetheart. So sweet that you might even forget that you’re spending another birthday on the moon without any friends, without any family aside from the goddess herself.

And maybe you won’t even notice that that’s just the way she wants it.

[andre-and-cal]

IK IT'S A A WEEK ISH AWAY BUT CALDRE VALENTINE'S HCS⁉️😘

YESSS I wanted to do Caldre Valentine’s Day headcanons so bad !! Hope you enjoy! :3

Caldre Valentine’s Day Headcanons

At first, Andre thought that the whole concept of Valentine’s Day was stupid. Something he never understood was why some couples only showed appreciation for someone they cared about on one unnecessarily flamboyant day rather than doing so every day. While he stands by an unintentionally tender message, he never really did anything for Valentine’s Day. And neither did Cal. However, during their sophomore year, the teen wanted to make something for Andre, wanted to express his appreciation toward him. Calvin ended up giving him a small photo collage— which he and his parents had designed— of the Army of Two, from their middle school years up until then. With Andre having nothing prepared for him, it left him feeling guilty. As a last-minute gift, Andre decided to lend Cal one of his old switchblades, which he’d painted on. He wanted Calvin to keep it permanently.

The first time Cal asked Andre to be his Valentine, Andre’s heart jumped out of his chest. He’d choked out a simple, “Sure,” and tried to act all nonchalant and casual about it. But his leg kept bouncing up and down— they were in Cal’s bedroom at the time, sitting together and watching Beavis and Butthead. Luckily, Cal didn’t even really notice his overly-conscious behavior.

Ever since, Cal will ask Andre if he wants to be his Valentine, with a witty grin spread across his face. For which, Andre will accept the invitation seriously, but then snicker— he attempts to act like it isn’t serious, as if being Cal’s Valentine is just such a silly thing. But clearly, it is not, with how Andre now indulges himself in some Valentine’s Day traditions.

Following, when Valentine’s Day came around during their junior year, Andre and Cal did start to be a little more receptive toward each other in terms of gift-giving. Andre buys Calvin items that he’s heard him talk about or mention before— like maybe a Misfits album on CD, or a cool poster from a TV show Cal likes. Often, Calvin creates cards and handmade trinkets for Andre, since Andre doesn’t usually ask for much aside from snacks and a bag of chocolate caramel candy bars. Andre is an absolute sucker for chocolate caramel, and Calvin knows this, so when he has no money, he’ll ask his parents to purchase a bag of them for the teen. In addition, when he does have some cash in his pocket, he’ll buy them for Andre. One year, Cal had his little sister make matching bead bracelets for him and Andre— although, the two teenagers don’t wear them in public. Instead, they keep them protectively stored in their bedrooms.

Calvin will stay up late working on little makeshift Valentine’s Day cards for Andre, often putting off dinner so he can work on the cards. He writes poems for him, too !! With Cal being a bit of a teenage poet, his poems aren’t perfect, but they’re lovely enough for Andre. Cal wants to impress Andre so badly, and even though his writing is generally more on the dark and moody side, with sappy topics not necessarily being Cal’s forte, he tries hard to make sure his poems for Andre are lovey-dovey. He wants the other boy to feel good while reading them.

But most of all, they go out together... as usual, really. But when they do, it feels a little different; the atmosphere feels less “needed” and more “wanted”. To elaborate, both boys feel relaxed when they go out together. It feels more like an actual date, less like a mission— which, their private outings do essentially serve as unspoken dates. Especially during “Valentine’s season” as Cal calls it. And by the end of the day, Cal ends up in Andre’s arms, whether at his own house or at Andre’s house.

[obsidian-pages777]

Pick a Card: Your Future House and Mansion Aesthetic. Have fun! Pick an Image

Top Left to Right- Pile 1->Pile 2. Bottom Left to Right- Pile 3->Pile 4

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The below is a pick a card prediction of what your future manifestation of a house or a mansion would look like if you were to manifest it into your existence. Enjoy!

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Pile 1: Cozy Cottage

The Empress

Your future home will be abundant in natural beauty, with a garden or a lot of indoor plants. The aesthetic is nurturing and comforting, with soft, earthy tones and cozy furnishings.

Ten of Pentacles

This card suggests a traditional, well-established home. It will likely have a classic design with antique furniture, family heirlooms, and a warm, inviting atmosphere. Think of a place that feels timeless and deeply rooted in family history.

If you Manifest a Mansion, It ought to look like the image below:

Ace of Cups

The Ace of Cups indicates a home filled with love and emotional fulfillment. The décor will reflect a sense of peace and tranquility, with elements like water features, soothing colors, and comfortable spaces for relaxation and connection.

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Pile 2: Modern Minimalist

The Fool

Your future apartment will have a fresh, modern, and minimalist design. Expect open spaces, clean lines, and a sense of freedom and lightness. The décor will be simple yet sophisticated, with an emphasis on functionality.

The World

This card suggests a globally inspired aesthetic, with influences from different cultures. Your home will be a blend of modern design and eclectic touches, creating a balanced and harmonious environment. Think of unique art pieces and travel memorabilia.

If you Manifest a Mansion the below image will show how it will look like:

Page of Swords

The Page of Swords indicates a home that is intellectually stimulating and technologically advanced. The aesthetic will be sleek and contemporary, with smart home features, a dedicated workspace, and a clean, organized environment.

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Pile 3: Artistic Bohemian

The Star

Your future home will be an artistic haven, filled with inspiration and creativity. The aesthetic will be eclectic and whimsical, with lots of personal touches, handmade items, and vibrant colors. It will feel like a dreamy, magical space.

Queen of Wands

This card suggests a dynamic and lively home environment. Your space will be full of bold colors, eclectic furniture, and artistic expressions. It will be a place that reflects your passion, creativity, and vibrant energy.

In case you are planning to manifest a mansion, this is what it will look like:

Seven of Cups

The Seven of Cups indicates a home with a whimsical, fantasy-like quality. The aesthetic will be imaginative and dreamy, with unique decor, mystical elements, and a sense of wonder. It’s a place where dreams and reality blend seamlessly.

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Pile 4: Rustic Retreat

The Hermit

Your future home will be a quiet, secluded retreat, perfect for introspection and peace. The aesthetic will be rustic and cozy, with natural materials like wood and stone, warm lighting, and a serene, uncluttered environment.

Four of Wands

This card suggests a home that is a place of celebration and joy. The aesthetic will be charming and welcoming, with a focus on comfort and community. Think of a rustic farmhouse with a large, inviting kitchen and communal spaces for gatherings.

Your Future Manifestation of a Mansion will look like the follows:

Nine of Pentacles

The Nine of Pentacles indicates a home that is both luxurious and self-sufficient. The aesthetic will be elegant and refined, with high-quality materials, beautiful decor, and a sense of abundance and independence. It’s a place of both comfort and sophistication.

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