#dear/darling for life 💕💕💕

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I read Testube unironically call Fan 'baby' in a fanfic and my body shriveled up so I acted accordingly

Lemme know if I should do payjay or lightbrush next heheheh (already have both planned)

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hey! hope this isn't too weird lol but could you write headcanons for how patrick bateman would act if the woman he was dating was ovulating? like would he notice? get weirdly possessive or more obsessive? just curious how that would play out with his whole psycho control thing 👀 thanks!!

Patrick Bateman x Ovulating GF (Headcanons)

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: NSFW, smut, Patrick is an animal.

𝐀/𝐍: Thank you so much for sending me this request! I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it. Many thanks to my dear @moriohpsyker for proofreading!💕

🪓He would know because he tracks it.

Patrick is a very organized man, and tracking your menstrual cycle is part of his practical nature. He probably has a calendar or spreadsheet of your cycle, but he wouldn't tell you because you might think it's creepy or weird, even though it really is. So he keeps this information to himself. Once he notices the subtle changes in your mood, the way you talk, how flirty and sassy your tone becomes, how wide your smile is, and how you're absolutely radiating from the inside, he'll definitely check the calendar to see if he's right on time. He can practically taste your arousal in the air whenever you’re around, and it drives him insane.

"You're glowing, darling," he murmurs into your ear, burying his nose in your hair and pressing you tight against him.  "And this scent—so sweet. Lemme taste it.”

🪓His attraction would spike, but it would also piss him off.

Basically, I see him being much more aroused than usual because you’re glowing, your smile hits differently(it's more playful in his opinion), and you’re like a gift with a bow on it, walking around him, asking to be unwrapped. Patrick would be bothered by all of this, especially at work when it gives him a boner. He’s already upset that he has to lock himself up  in his office and jerk off to trashy porn magazines instead of eating you out; to settle inside your dripping pussy. The notion that he could impregnate you would rile him up and speed up his orgasm. He'd see it as an obvious con and another reason to complain—you having a special effect on him while you're just living your life. He could blame nature, but it's easier to blame you and fuck you harder as punishment.

"Shit, I couldn't stop thinking about fucking you all day long," he'd whisper into your parted mouth while doing you missionary style with your legs looped around his lower back. The curve of his cock would massage the front wall of your throbbing pussy so fuckin' perfectly. Patrick would groan, grabbing both your wrists with one hand and pinning them over your head. He'd slam deeper, his hips grinding against yours with the lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh. "Hey, don't close your eyes, honey. I want you to see the things you’re doing to me.”

🪓The potential of breeding you? What if he has a breeding kink?

Okay, but what if the two of you were actually planning for a baby? That would change everything, since this man would take days off from work to have sex with you throughout your ovulation period. He'd be so genuine about it. He'd be dedicated as hell. Patrick would find ways to impress or shock you with his "absolutely normal" ideas.

One day, he'll suggest filming the conception process so he can rewatch it later. When he notices your face going blank, he'll raise his eyebrows and ask, "What's wrong with that, baby?"

Even if you say no, he’ll drill a goddamn hole in your brain with his whining and preaching about how he wants to memorize your perfect body when he manages to pump you full of his cum; and how he’d spread your legs wide open on camera to show it leaking down your thighs. No, there’s nothing depraved about it. Patrick will wait and let you simmer. He'll persistently feed you pieces of his twisted fantasy, like a demon sitting on your shoulder and buzzing in your ear, until you surrender.

And he eventually, of course, gets everything he wants. 

He'll dress you in pretty pastel lingerie because he wants you to look soft and innocent for the video, to make it look like something that was made in heaven. First, he’ll make you suck him off before delving between your legs. After he’s sure the camera is recording, he’ll feast on your succulent pussy as if it were his last meal. Of course, he'd do it with the wettest, filthiest, slurpiest sounds to gratify his own desires while also humiliating you further. For the sex position, he’d debate between mating press and the prone bone only to try them both.

Then, Patrick will break you in half, with your legs splayed open and pulled up at your knees. He'll drape them over his broad shoulders and squat down so intensely that his heavy balls will slap your ass. God, he'll definitely jerk off to your moans while watching this recording on the days when the doctor forbids you to have sex.

🪓The opposite side of his hyperfixation over your ovulation would be his jealousy.

Patrick would be extremely jealous and territorial on the days when you’re ovulating. He’d be on edge, and even just a small smile given to a waiter, passerby, or anyone else would instantly set him off. He would lose his mind, and he hates it, but he hates other men staring at what's his even more, so you better not provoke him. If you do, be ready for revenge.

"We're leaving," he would hiss, annoyed and spitting venom. "This place is so fucking overrated. The alcohol they're serving here is pure garbage.”

He definitely wasn't acting like that just because you thanked a random guy for helping you pick up a napkin you dropped.

What a tragedy.

Yeah, Patrick is unhealthily possessive, especially when you’re vulnerable and blossoming like this. He’ll see every man as a potential threat if they dare try to get too close to you.

Thank you for the reading!🖤 [MAIN M-LIST]🪓[KO-FI]

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Mhhhhh, maybe

-Ambessa x Babett's "Worker"

Or

-A captuered War Prize 😌

But also

-A Servant of Hers

Please dont feel forced to write anything, Just saw your request and wanted to give Suggestions.🙊💕

Hello darling! Thank you for the ideas, whilst I may visit them all I have done a captured war prize for now. It was supposed to be short and sexy but then it became..this? She plays the slow game and conquers the reader in other ways.

I hope you like it, thank you for the support <3

I haven't proof read it much because I am literally exhausted lol

MDNI 18+

Warnings - Manipulation, Mind Games, Captive, Degradation, Pet names, Reader doing accidental voyeurism, Oral, hair pulling.

Her Prized Possession - 3.8K NSFW

They’d come through like a tornado, ripping apart your entire life and feasting on the rubble. People had fled, terrified of the swift and unforgiving invasion. Those who remained were rounded up and tossed into carts. The ground shook, frightened by the fury of Noxus and at the heart of it all was her. Ambessa Medarda was renowned for her cruelty, her efficiency and most of all her greed. 

You were the perfect example of that. 

You had been pulled from your apothecary’s hut, cotton dress filthy from your attempts to hide. They raided you of your life’s work, people throwing you into a pile of frightened villagers. The air shifted, the soldiers straightening as certain steps commanded their attention. Without looking up you knew it was her, and fury burned bright. This self obsessed, pompous woman had destroyed your life and for what? She lingered a step away, sword raised lazily as if taunting farm yarn animals. You only had a few seconds, and even if it was fruitless you had to try. 

As others cowered, obeying her cruel words, you slipped your fingers around the knife in your sock and shot forward. Somehow it made contact, slicing a gash into her leg, trailing down her leg. 

“Monster,” You snarled.

You were risen into the air by your hair, a pained yelp leaning you as you stared into the eyes of a hungry beast. Golden eyes gazed at you, surprised and amused. You were going to die now, and she was laughing in your face. 

“She’ll do,” She said easily, throwing your body at the ground behind her, before wandering off with no sign of injury. Confusion had eaten you until two lean Noxian soldiers had appeared, spears in hand. 

Their touch was uncomfortably gentle, ushering you like a scared dog from the village into an imposing, structured tent. Fear licked at your bones, a fate worse than death settling on you like a thick cloak. Maids with pretty eyes and practised fingers removed your dress and replaced it with a soft red silk slip. Oh. You were a prize, an object like the towering pile of goods in their camp, to be used and discarded. 

It didn’t take long for them to chain you to a small post next to a large, velvet armchair. There you sat, resting on your knees on cold marble. You felt ornamental, your humanity dripped away as you merged with the surroundings. You could only be thankful that it was warm in the tent, for the winter winds howled outside as afternoon beckoned. 

When she entered you refused to look up, muscles tensing. 

“Sulking, are we Dear?” It was honeyed, as fabric dropped to the floor, “I wouldn’t, it was a good hit, if you’d gone up slightly it might have even done something,” 

Your cheeks coloured with frustration. You hated her, hated how small she made you feel, how effortlessly she had crushed you. Worst of all you hated the beauty she wielded. Like a serpent, blinding you with glittering scales as she wound around you, squeezing you till you burst. 

“Don’t tell me you’re ignoring me now,” She pouted, summoning your eyes instinctively, “There she is, brave warrior,” 

You frowned, “I suppose it’s not enough that I’m here, you have to mock my only agency,” 

Ambessa moved forward leisurely, in only black underwear and a robe, settling into her armchair, “I never mock a bold manoeuvre, little one, no matter how fruitless,” 

She tugged you forward slightly, your head forced to rest on her thigh as she poured a cup of tea. You grunted, staring at the rug between her legs as she intertwined her fingers in your hair. Her touch was kind and repetitive, caressing your locks as she picked up a book and began to read aloud. Adrenaline was drowning you but your anticipation garnered nothing. She stayed like this for hours, muttering to you. The fire and her touch forced you into acknowledging your exhaustion. Occasionally she would offer water, fingers wielding a crystal glass for you. It took five tries for you to accept, your throat aching from dehydration. You were rewarded with a scratch under your chin as her voice continued to wash over you. In another life this would have filled you with contentment and it grated at you. 

Moments later you were being moved again, picked up as though a feather to rest on her silky thighs. The hand she reattached to your head pushed you into the crook of her shoulder, her smell potent and warm. Iron and sweat clashed with spices and sea air, leaving your flagging mind woozy. You couldn’t escape and you had no way of harming her, so sitting in her lap became your only option. 

You hadn’t noticed your fluttering eyelids and heavy breath until your stomach growled, cramping at its emptiness. Her voice stopped immediately as the book slammed shut. Those eyes, now kind, surveyed you. With a melodic ring, a bell to her side beckoned two maids. 

“What do you wish to eat?” Ambessa asked, tucking a strand behind your ear, “I shall share whatever you have,” 

“Pork stew,” You muttered, desire for food and comfort outweighing your doubts. If she’d wanted you dead, you’d be a corpse. 

“A local delicacy, I’m told,” Her words are in your ear, lips practically against them. 

The food arrived faster than you’d thought possible, steaming and hearty in little gold bowls. Your stomach interjected again, eyes wide and desperate. To your immense surprise, she undid your shackles and allowed you to feed yourself. Though you were still anchored to her lap by a strong arm, this newfound freedom caused a rush of joy. The stew was exceptional, though more decadent than you ever would have had it. The chef must have had a heavy hand with the spices, no cares as to their cost, the heat flooding you. Ambessa seemed comforted too, her portion over double yours as you watched in subtle amazement at her appetite. It could have fed a family of four from your village with ease. 

Whatever plans she had for you, it seemed she would not be enacting them tonight. Your silk slip was a nightgown and nothing more, as she moved with you through the tent into an adjoining room with a large, fur covered bed. 

“Now then,” Her hand held your chin, “Shackles for bed tonight, wouldn’t want you wandering off until you’ve proved your loyalty,” 

Loyalty? That’s what she wanted?

The metal felt warmer than before, less weighted as she clasped it shut and bundled you up. Her form slid in next to you, though she mercifully did not insist you touch her. You did not speak, unable to give her the satisfaction after having to tolerate so much, though she wished you a tender goodnight. 

Your sleep was fitful, filled with slashing blades and burning embers. You awoke alone, furs wrapped tight. A slip of parchment was to your left in a sharp hand. 

I shall be away all day, 

There are clothes and some books on my armchair for you.

Mira will see to anything you need, 

A.M.

True to her word, a slight serving girl entered the moment you moved to the main space, trays of food and drink with her. She helped you dress, braided your hair and even undid the shackles. 

“Lady Medarda said this is a show of trust,” Her words were clear, as if dictating from a note, “If you attempt anything, guards will be on you before you can lift a scrap of the tent’s fabric,”

“Lovely,” You grumbled to yourself, “Her trust gives me the ability to lift a glass unaided,”

“If you behave she will bring your medical journals and allow you to sleep without restraint,” She said, a smile on her face. Of course she had predicted you’d complain. 

The book she had read to you yesterday was in the pile and after breakfast you found yourself wanting to learn its conclusion. Warm in the wool trousers and jumper Ambessa had provided you, you sat in the chair and finished it. If Mira had any opinions about you sitting in her Mistress’s chair she did not voice them, and the small rebellion quieted some of the caged panic that rattled in your chest. Her slowness to act just gave you time to think of an escape plan and then you could get away elsewhere 

The sun set quickly, your time wasted with dozing and books as you memorised each corner of the room. Though this was technically a tent, it was secured enough to act as a house, with the only way out being forward which wasn’t a way out at all. Lady Medarda ensured that. 

When Ambessa returned dinner had long since passed, and you had begrudgingly put yourself to bed. The curtain parted and her fatigued face came into view. 

“There you are,” She sighed, “I thought you would have dug a tunnel out of here by now,” 

“Cutlery’s too dull, no doubt a coincidence,” You found yourself quipping, observing the way her mouth creased into a grin. 

“No need for a sharp knife when your meat is tender,” She purred, moving to the other side of the bed and removing her outer clothes, “Did you have a restful day?”

She seemed genuinely interested, and not for the first time you wondered where the wolf had gone. Shifting your tactics in the hopes of softening her, you gave a muffled answer. Mollified, she curled up as she had the night before and fell asleep almost immediately. 

You were gloriously shackleless and yet if you fled now she would probably crush your throat before both feet hit the floor. It was expected this first night, and probably the second, a test of your resolve and patience. The only way to go would be when she genuinely trusted your obedience. 

Ten days and a camp change later you were beginning to lose patience. She was vigilant, but considerate and it left you now windows of opportunity. You weren’t a hardened warrior as she had joked that first day, you were an apothecary with nothing to do but lounge around and be read to by a infamous warlord. You were beginning to feel mad, a life of leisure so roughly thrust upon you. The conditions only improved with the move and her tent now had its own bathroom, a humongous glistening tub calling to you. Ambessa had begun to ask you for opinions on her expansion plans, seemingly wanting to preserve the charm of your land whilst overpowering it with Noxian glamour. WIth your input she kept the old churches and allowed your people to tend to their lands if they swore allegiance to Noxus. 

In a gilded cage, miles away from your home, you weighed the advantages of staying entangled against the bliss of freedom. The guards were becoming more lax, allowing you to wander through parts of the camp and make friends with Mira and the other maids. She had not harmed you, save pulling your hair that first day and you were well provided for. She’d even managed to tug more substantial conversations from you, even when they lacked a business element. You’d told her of your journey to becoming an apothecary, and she had explained the first time wore armour, clattering to the floor mid fight. 

At night, as rain slammed down and the wind chilled your toes, you would gaze longingly at the doorway and then find yourself tugged into warm, firm arms. Much like reading time, you were held and pressed into her, scent dizzying. She smiled, you had noticed, when she cradled you in her sleep. Each time it would wipe the door from your mind as you succumbed to a more contented sleep. Most confusing of all, she was showing no signs of tiring of you as a ‘toy soldier’ as she had affectionately dubbed you. Nobody seemed to understand why you lingered in her space rather than being given your own, perhaps not even her. 

On the thirtieth day things shifted. After dinner, a heavy dress floating around your feet, you slipped back into the tent and were met with breathy, loud moans. Not Medarda’s, though she was clearly the cause. Hidden by the thick curtains, a high female voice begged and cried the warlord’s name, the creaking of your bed audible. 

Your bed. 

Her bed, you corrected grimly, embarrassment sticky in your throat. The noise ceased almost immediately after you had entered, and your feet froze to the ground. A nameless, unknown girl slipped from the bedroom, meeting your gaze with a pleasure struck face. A vapid giggle left her as she slipped past you. 

Ambessa appeared moments later, robe loose around her, with an easy expression. It darkened imperceptibly in your presence, though you felt the subtle chill. 

“I didn’t realise you were back, Warrior,” She muttered, voice heavy, “That wasn’t planned, I-I shall notify you if I intend to use our space like that,”

Our. 

Wait, did she think you’d be jealous?

“How the mighty have fallen,” You scoffed, unable to meet her gaze, “Shouldn’t I be fearing consequences from you, as the captive,” 

“You’re not the one with a new leg scar,” 

Touche. She seemed to hold you on a pedestal for that act alone and you had yet to decipher why. 

It was made clear by the flurry of people that the bedroom was stripped and remade. It calmed you, the faceless woman erased from the space though you and Ambessa lingered. You didn’t care what she did with her love life but you decided you didn’t need to know about it. 

Unfortunately, it was hard to avoid. Trysts, people trying to charm their way into your her bed as you ate at the communal table and several conquests leaving that you had to face the next day. It made your stomach ache, fingers dancing with nervous energy every time she lay next to you, her scent changing every so slightly if she had had company. Almost another month passed with you on tenterhooks, stuck between the safety of your leisure with her and the stain of sin on your sanctuary. 

The worst of all had to be tonight though. You had awoken alone for the first time, colder than ever, when you heard it. Ambessa’s blissful sigh. She was actively being pleasured in her armchair whilst you fucking slept. Through a crack in the curtain you could see tan legs kneeling just as you had that first night, between her thighs with their head on her skin. The notable difference was how they devoured her, pulling dark moans and filthy words from her gravelly voice. It was hard to ignore, her scent drenching you in the bed you shared as she used another’s body. You tried to stifle the noise, covering your ears and burrowing into the bed. This made the scent issue exponentially worse, especially when the mattress dipped and her still sex slicked body curled against your form. Her lips kissed your forehead, the burn of her skin scalding you. 

Her pleasure haunts your dreams, lurking shadows and echoing noise. Close, but just out of reach. For the first time you wake before her, skin muggy and unsettled as you dressed in a robe and wandered into the morning dew. The grass was beginning to have that telltale icy crunch, cracking under your velvet slippers as you slipped out of the camp unnoticed. Your thoughts sit like damp coffee grounds, thick and grainy as you fight the memories of the night before, choking what they make you feel. It was not jealousy, it was anger to be sure.

There was no direction to your wandering. The treeline called to you with its snowy arms reaching high, animals dancing through the dense white landscape. Not too far in the distance there stood a frozen lake and a childish part of you yearned to skate across it, your body moving you unbidden. It was larger up close, iridescent swirls of nature showing the loose water below. It reminded you of how you felt about your life now, about Ambessa. 

Fear and nostalgia sat steadfast as your ice, hardening your resolve and keeping your wit sharp, but beneath was the flow of her. In two short months she had managed to nurture your underfed body and mind, relishing in your rebellion and cherishing your input. The warlord existed so clearly to you, but you could not reconcile her with the reader who brewed you floral tea. One stirred anxiety and the other calm. Picking up shards of ice and flinging them across the lake, you attempted to untangle the Noxian web within you. Sparkles of sunlight grew higher as you stewed, beginning to blind you as you stepped closer to the edge, ice grunting under you. 

“I’m not sure you’re dressed for whatever this is,” Ambessa’s voice rang out, her body leaning against a tree. 

You had sensed her, though her movements were muffled, form tightening. 

“Something troubling you?” 

“Just fancied a walk,” 

“In a robe and slippers?” She snorted, “Some walk indeed,” 

“Did you need something?”

“You, Dear,” She muttered, at your back in an instant, “I woke up alone,” 

Your heart panged oddly, her presence fueling the rushing currents under the ice, as you lent into her warmth. “Here I am,” 

Her cloak engulfed you, dragging you under as her dulcet tones rasped in your ear, “Let’s get you home, Little one,” 

Home.

It occurred to you then as you stumbled back with her that perhaps you hadn’t been a prisoner in a while. Here you stood, free and yet wishing only to return to the warmth she had made for you. 

A bath was drawn and you crawled into it obediently. Her eyes were shut, though she cleaned your hair and muttered to you about her day to come. It was peace. It was bliss. It was your worst nightmare. Cold receded and you allowed yourself to slip into a warm lull. 

She left soon after, leaving behind new pyjamas and a sweetbread. You stayed in bed, as confused and dazed as those first weeks. 

That night you were awoken by the same wanton sounds in the living room and your nostrils flared, fingers crushing the softness of your sheets. Your emotions flopped again. You hated her. She was vile and infuriating and brutal and somehow constantly having fucking sex. 

When Ambessa slid into bed this time, sweet smells of pleasure wafting from her, you let out a growl. 

“DId I wake you?” She muttered, a smile etched on her lips. 

“You don’t touch me like that,” It slipped out, fury and turmoil.

“Pardon?” Her eyes had darkened, observing you curled and tense. 

“W-We do everything else, you treat me as an equal and give me freedom, but you use our space for cheap pleasures whilst I sleep,” 

“I was unaware it was a pro-”

“You don’t touch me like that,” It was a whine now, “Why?”

“You’ve never asked, little warrior,” Her voice was sin, soaking you and tugging you close, “I didn’t realise you were unhappy with me,”

“Please,” You croaked, gripping her forearm weakly, “I-”

Her lips were on yours, firm and rough, her tongue slipping into your mouth. Pretty girl, she thought, delicate and hers. You melted like butter, nuzzling close and stroking her grey curls. She was perfect, and you finally had all of her. Her fingers danced along your silk nightgown, cupping a breast with a firm hand. Leaning forward, she nipped at your neck as skilled hands massaged neglected flesh. You were keening instantly, eyes glossy and lips parted. 

Minutes drained away against her ministrations as your thighs rubbed together, the burn beginning to hurt as she teased your pebbled nipples in her mouth. Your nightgown was wet from her saliva, and the friction of the fabric with her tongue had you rutting against her thigh. Bruises were forming on your neck, your upper body ruined before she’d even undressed you. 

“Please,” It seemed the only word you could remember, puffy mouth slurring it at every opportunity. 

“Again,” She teased, finally ripping your clothes from you, “Louder,”

You pleaded and gasped, each word heightening your arousal, your desperation, as her fingers stroked your folds. She was kind, allowing you the pleasure you yearned for, slicked thumb rubbing circles on your clit as she stretched you slowly. 

Ambessa felt a swell of triumph. It had taken her endless hours of uncharacteristic kindness and stern patience, allowing you to cycle through defiance, anger and acceptance as often as you needed until you finally succumbed. You were drenched and mewling against her, sex drunk eyes stuck to her. It had been fulfilling, breaking you in, just as she had suspected when she caught eyes with a crazed, dirt covered woman with the audacity to wield a blade to her. 

Tugging orgasm after orgasm from you, cunt quivering and tensing as you drooled mindlessly, she relished in her victory. Her power was etched into you now. 

“Silly girl,” She cooed, voice a knife edge, “I knew I could make you mine,”

Her words cut through the tingling fog. You realised, with a dizzying stab, that you had always been her war prize, she just hadn’t conquered you till now. Each tender touch and measured interaction was to break you into her willing little toy and here you were, fucking yourself shamelessly on her thick digits. You would have been more hurt, a flare of resistance kicking in, if it weren��t for the unabashed love and satisfaction in her eyes. Well then, you guess you’d both been played. The mighty warlord may have broken you, reshaping your desires, but she had fallen in love in the process and you would relish that till your dying breath. 

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to just use me months ago,” You quipped, starting a slow and methodical worship of her scarred body. 

“You wouldn’t have wanted it, warrior,” She muttered, amused by your acceptance, “I am many things, but I only fuck those who ask,” 

“I want it,” You sucked her nipple, humping her leg as her eyes slammed shut. 

“I know, doll,” Her hands pulled your hair, making you yelp happily, “You soaked my hand like a good girl to prove it,” 

For a moment, as you curled between her legs and began to eat like a woman starved, you wondered if this was the right choice. 

Ambessa let out a noise, confusing to your ears. It was nothing like the others you had heard in her time with others, it was delirious and light, happy pants slipping out as you sucked and fucked her with your tongue. She came quickly, face blank as she suffocated you with her cunt. Her touch, despite it all, was tender. She was yours and you were hers. 

There was nothing more right than that. 

[thedivinetarot]

I'm stronger than all my men

What you're struggling with&how to heal?

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This reading was suggested by one of my dear followers. I hope it will help you get better and find the peace you long for💕.

Pile 1 - Sylvia Plath

1. What are you currently struggling with?

Hello dears? How are you?💕 now let's get into the reading. First, I'm picking up on someone who doesn't have any ideas about emotional boundaries. Someone here have an enmeshed family that like to interfere with everything in your life. I felt my head spinning, dears do you nourish yourself well? Do you eat healthy and regularly? Also, I'm picking up on someone here who grew up in poverty. Perhaps your family didn't offer the proper nutrition to you growing up or someone here has to criticize you and your emotions. Someone here have an open heart chakra, they feel so deeply, but as a result of people using your light you closed yourself off and put strong boundaries around your heart. Dear, your heart is your center. It is your superpower whether you think that or not. I see that you had to constantly defend yourself and your emotional boundaries against your enmeshed family or other people, at first you thought that it is what it is, you did it out of protection. I see that you have a fear of being exposed emotionally to other people because you have been let down, you have seen people you thought that they care, they loved you and all they did was hurting you over and over again. Some of you here had a relationship when they were young, perhaps the other person put you through so many bad things and brought you so much problems that you confused love with pain. That's what I am seeing.

౨ৎ Placements for you:

Scorpio, Leo, Cancer, Sagittarius. Dominant planets in pluto, sun, moon. Placements in the 8th, 4th, 5th, 9th, house in your chart.

2. How this affect you on a daily basis?

That's funny, because the way you put those boundaries, now you don't see this "wall" as something suffocating at all. You think that this "wall" helped you see who do deserve your generosity or goodness and who doesn't. Someone here is pouring all their energy into self-care and self love which is amazing (gurl you are a queen👑). I see that you balanced the act of giving and receiving. You are already on the path toward healing and I see that you are doing so good. Those boundaries you put helped you to heal in silence, balance out your emotions and bask in your own light! I see someone setting under the sun and be like "this is my heaven, my garden, I'm the owner of it". Someone here is actively searching for peace, I see someone here promised themselves that they'll love themselves and spoil themselves like no one ever did that to them.

3. What part need to be nurtured right now?

Okay, expand on self-worth darling. I see that you are internally in a clash between your heart and your mind. Something here have to do with wanting a romantic relationship or not. I see that you think no one would look at you and no one will love you for who you are but the thing is; your self-worth is suffering, Because you don’t think that you deserve love and that no one will love you or like you or will treat you like you do to yourself which is true dear but.... at the same time the more you love yourself and see your own worth, the more able you will be to attract a partner that love you. I see that you are feeling a little nostalgic to someone you had a previous relationship with, the cards are telling me that "you need to forget about them". Abundance is coming your way and you'll be so happy about that. Dear, you deserve the world just by being there, you don't have to be the prettier, the skinnier, the most desirable hot person to be loved. I mean love is not about all those things. It's about knowing how to be vulnerable and how to trust the slow process in building a relationship that last with someone.

4. What will help you more forward?

Someone here is persistent of their effort of self-love and self-care and I see that you lose hope because you don’t see immediate results. You need to to trust the process and keep on nurturing yourself because the work that you are doing right now have long-term effect rather than something fleeting and obvious, because it is long-term. It is meant to last and be obvious after years! Like those young people who exercise daily not knowing that they will look 10 years younger when they are in their 40s or 50s. Also, what will help you move forward is love (self love, romantic, platonic) and peace. Be strategic about who you allow into your space, who you share your peace with, because some people drain instead of lifting up. You need more hope and you need to stop doubting your own strength. You are stronger than you think baby, you are the queen/king, you are that one person who will build an empire.

5. What transformation is ahead?

Okay, you will be more open to romantic love which is something you doubt will happen to you. I see that you will be able to silence your inner critic that keep telling you that "love is not meant for you" or that "no body will love you". Because I see that you will be more open to love but in a balanced way. You won't go out looking for them because they will be there dear waiting for you. I see that you will be slowly coaxed out of your shell and you will be more discerning about who get to have the privilege (access) to you or who not which is great for you pile 1. I see that by that time your person will get to know you in an educational session and the sparks will be there right away. It'll be a fun, healing and shared experience.

Bonus:

I got the message of "kill the urge to be chosen, chose yourself" -SZA.

Pile 2 - Corset

1. What are you currently struggling with?

Ouch, this is hurtful. Someone here is struggling with deep depression and anxiety. I see that you are horrified of new beginnings. I see that you no longer feel the joy that you used to feel and probably a masculine in your life is making your life harder. Someone here have endured a lot of emotional pain, perhaps, in order for you to escape this pain you are tending to the past and remembering all the good things that happened in the past. Someone here is very nostalgic to their past. I see that someone here is stuck in a very unhealthy dynamic with someone in their life and they don't know how to get out of that rut. I see that you are being very careful and watchful of people around you. An old woman perhaps, that is spreading misinformation about you and you are being very careful of her. I see that you are currently getting downloads from the universe via your 3rd eye but you don't know how to trust those insights. So, generally what are you struggling with? Depression. What is the root of it? An older woman (feminine) or a man (masculine) or both who showed you a lot of sorrow and terror in your life. You lost your spark and joy pile 2.

౨ৎ Placements for you:

Aquarius, gemini, Scorpio, Leo. Dominant planets in Uranus, Mars, Venus in Scorpio, jupiter and sun. 11th, 3rd, 8th, 5th house sun or moon or a stallium.

2. How does it affect you on a daily basis?

That's too much pile 2, I'm sorry you had to go through all of this. Well, I see that you are feeling lost, like peace is out of reach. You are carrying a lot of emotional weight on your shoulders. I see that you have emotional imbalance and a lot of emotional wounds and baggage from those people who have hurt you. I see that you keep criticizing yourself, I see that you are being so harsh on yourself. Instead of nourishing yourself you are being more critical and more hurtful even at minor things that doesn't need all this blame on yourself. I see also that you feel foggy. I see that your sense of self is lost. I see also that you are blaming this on luck. Someone here thinks that they don't have luck in life at all and they believe that. I see also, that you no longer see who you are, like you lost yourself completely in the process of all of those overwhelming depression. Pile 2, you think that your thought about yourself and your feelings are you but the truth is far from that. You feelings and emotional baggage doesn't define you, your past doesn't define you, you concept about yourself doesn't define you either. You are you, now I want you to hold my hand, take a deep breath and repeat after me (oh my heart is breaking): I'm me and I'm worth it, my past doesn't define me, my emotions and thoughts doesn't define me, I have the power to shape my OWN path.

3. What part need to be nurtured right now?

That's powerful but.... it says "leave the damn house, far far away" That's what it says. I see that depression keep you stuck in a rut, I keep getting girl rot in her bedroom. I see that your life is quite stagnant right now and you need something fresh to start with. Now what part need to be nurtured is find yourself a gentle hobby that will help you build your sense of self and your confidence slowly. Something creative like air clay, painting, creative writing, or writing poems. Even as reckless as discovering new YouTube channel or feeding cats on the streets. Something to remind you that you are who you are. I keep getting emphasis on the hands, maybe something to do with your hands like baking, air clay, slime, water... swimming? Yeah but don't push yourself too far just something simple that will help you get out of this depression or ease this. Maybe create vision boards on pinterest, repeat affirmations about confidence and self worth, commit to a healthy lifestyle options, eat nourishing meals (I have a lot of ideas! Trust me I'm a nutritionist) Yea, that's what I'm seeing pile 2.

4. What will help you move forward?

Okay dears, you have the power to overcome this! You'll be able to move forward by committing to an emotional goal. Let's say you love something that affect you in a positive way emotionally, now I need you to take this and commit to it. Also, solitude. Protect your own peace and what makes you feel more calm and in your own elements. I see moving out for you, so perhaps a relocation, visiting a trusted friend, adopting a cute animal will help you move forward. I see that you are very smart and hopeful, you have visions and no you don't have to forget or abandon them. Maybe working on your life visions, taking tiny baby steps to become the person you aspire to be. Maybe someone is waiting for you and perhaps will be a good company that will stimulate you mentally and make you see life in a brighter light.

5. What transformation is ahead?

I feel like crying help!😭. I see that your depression had weighed you down for so long that you forget how life it feels. Everything is black and white and no colors, Everything is mundane, dull and pain lingers. I see that once you commit to your emotional goal and healing a very painful chapter will come to an end. You got the 10 of s which means ouch it ended painfully but finally you can raise above and pick up yourself and tend to your wounds with care and love. The 5 of wands came next, an internal battle to move forward or not, perhaps something is holding you back off that commitment and work but you need to keep going no matter what. I see that you will learn how to put boundaries, how to protect your own garden from other people. And finally the 9 of pentacles at the end of the spread which promise of luxurious and beautiful garden that you tended to with your whole heart and might. You'll raise above like a butterfly and build your own self. Death, queen of wands is talking about you! I got the lyric "through the fire we are born again!" Which is you! Going through that fire to emerge stronger, more confident and more radiant. Like the Queen of Wands that demand her own right by just being present.

Bonus:

"Through the fire we are born again" - High by the beach by Lana Del Rey.

Pile 3 - Lace

1. What are you currently struggling with?

Hello angels, I hope you are doing well. Now, I see that you are currently struggling with fear and emotional imbalance which lead you to doubt if your manifestations will ever come true. I see that you are dealing with a lot baby, dealing with confusion, fogginess and amidst all of this your intuition has been clouded. I see that your ego or shadow self are making you doubt your own potential when it comes to your worth. I see someone here struggling a lot to detach from their old version. It's like the new you be like "I need to do a,b,c" and your old/shadow self is like "but I fear those!" And there's a clash here between seeing any results and doubting. I see that your energy "the push pull dynamic between your higher self and shadow self" are sending energies to the universe that you are not ready to receive your manifestations. I see also that everything you are doing is being seen by the universe. The universe is not blind on you, universe sees your efforts even if it seems like they are not done perfectly. Universe doesn't ask for perfection, universe ask for alignment. But I see you getting out of this fog, I see you trying to connect to your higher self and intuition which is a huge step towards receiving your manifestations dear.

౨ৎ Placements for you:

Gemini, Cancer, Aquarius, Scorpio, sagittarius, virgo. Mercury, Neptune, Mars, Venus as dominant planets in your chart. A stallium in the 3rd, 4th, 11th, 8th, 9th House in your chart.

2. How does it affect you on a daily basis?

Okay, this is huge. Sooo huge. I see that this is affecting your physical health and mental health. I see that you are pouring a lot of effort into this that when something is not materializing you start doubting your self, your magic, your effort. I see physical symptoms appearing on you which are bloating, heart palpitations, And I feel a tightening in my chest. Like you can't breathe. I see also it is making you feel mentally restless. You can't sleep at night, you spend so much time doom scrolling on tiktok, IG, YouTube just to avoid solving this. Also, the emotional imbalance and lack of creativity is a thing here. You might have stopped doing your favourite hobbies because of your restlessness. Anxiety here is a thing too. The energy here is very scattered, like someone here is trying their best but they feel like "building a house in the sand" which the tides wash it away. Seriously, it's so heartbreaking. This group are fighting with their own self. They are on a bridge between their old version and new version. I see that there's loneliness too. Someone here feels so sad and lonely which let's be honest is so hard because all the emotional burnout and exhaustion you have been through is not easy. Also, try to connect with nature, go to mother nature tell her how you feel and she will listens, set under the sun, breathe, meditate, ground yourself in the soil, go out of your house.

3. What part need to be nurtured right now?

Okay, there’s a message here thay is saying "the worst has finally ended". I see that those mixed feelings have finally ended and you are now swimming to a clearer water, and softer space. I see that there's still tension from those things, I see that you are still mourning an ending here. You might be mourning your old version. Remembering how much it bared with you. How much that version carried. How things was being thrown your way and every time you successfully survived. Now after surviving and ending things there's new hope, realizing that you are a magician. Someone who manifest, see things and bring those things to you. You are powerful. After this ending you realized your power. Your potentials, your wisdom. I see that now you are slowly putting actions but with intentions not just a fleeting things. It's given... that very witch who brew tea to heal from negative energy (no offense I do that). I see that you have finally saw beyond the shadow, beyond the dark. You are seeing that stability is meant for you and you have all the knowledge you need to change, walk away and start all over. I'm so proud of you. Now what do you need to nurture? Your manifestations, your self worth, put efforts with intentions and balance your emotions and shall that lead you to the stability you long for.

4. What will help you move forward?

Okay, I see that you need to surround yourself with people who already have what you want. I got the emphasis on lana Del Rey interview when she said "find someone who got the life you want and see how they figured it out, pick your role model wisely". I see that it is so important to befriend people who have the same visions as you and same values. I see also that you need to cut people who no longer serve you in your life. I see that someone here been in a friendship with people who were not good for them for A LONG TIME. and they need to say goodbye to that friend or community perhaps. I see also that you need to pick your battles wisely, not everything will serve your highest good and there's no need for you to get into battles that will suck the energy out of you instead of actually help you evolve. You need to take the leap, be more discerning and trust that the universe has your back. I see that you might still be mourning your old version but the death was necessary to get where you want.

5. What transformation is ahead?

That's wonderful! Now, I see that old pain is resurfacing and you are being asked to heal from it. This transformation might have to do with aligning your inner choices with your values and healing that wounded heart. you're being led into a softer, more intuitive state. don’t rush this. This is sacred. Reflection and solitude are part of the metamorphosis. You might be questioning your self-worth, independence, or feeling a lack of abundance but the universe whispering, “Hang in there, you're realigning.” It promises hope and soul-deep healing. And soon you'll find emotional fulfillment within or with someone. The world is opening up but you're in the liminal space. Planning. Dreaming. Choosing which path your soul wants next. So… yeah. You’re on the brink of a soul evolution, friend. It’s like you’re learning how to feel without drowning, love without losing yourself, and rise like the elegant emotional phoenix you are. This transformation is emotional, intuitive, spiritual, and a little bit magical. You’re shedding old heartbreak, moving into alignment with yourself, and gently cradling your inner child as you envision a new dream.

Bonus:

This queen here:

Pile 4 - Curtains

1. What are you currently struggling with?

(There was two energies so I wrote both).

Hello pile 4? I hope you are doing well. Now, I'm not sure if this an LGBTQ+ situation or not but my intuition is telling me that (regardless of the gender of the reader or other party) there was a situation that you invested in and you got ghosted by the other person. I see that this pile here people are suffering from a deep loneliness and longing to that situationship or person. I see that you have decided to move on, you have took the leap and moved forward but wait.... I see that despite your decision there's things that you don't know about that keep you stuck. I see that this person is there in your deep subconscious mind. They are literally there in the dark, not freed yet from you. I see that consciously, you have moved on. But subconsciously, you are still stuck on them. Someone here need to do shadow work or mirror work, repeat affirmations that this situationship ended and you don't have to dwell on it. I see that this situation might have started quickly, like fire without any grounded energy and ended just as fast. Someone here tried to move on but got stuck subconsciously on that person. Perhaps, you might’ve seen a lot of synchronicity related to them. Their name is everywhere, their birthday number, something related to them. And now you wonder why haven't things changed. I see that there might be a message that set things off, perhaps that person or you sent a message that made you or them feel unwanted or not welcomed. I see that the communication stopped between you two and now you feel a deep sense of loneliness, longing and abandonment. You are struggling also with getting stuck on your comfort zone. Someone here is stuck in the dark, I thought bedrooting lol. Someone here does not leave their house unless there's fire in it (God forbid).

౨ৎ Placements for you:

Leo, Scorpio, Aries, Virgo, Aquarius. Venus in Scorpio, mars in Aries, sun in Leo and pisces. Ascendant aspect to Uranus. Dominant planets in your chart: Sun, Mars, Neptune, Uranus. Stallium in the 5th, 1st, 11th, 8th, 6th house in your chart.

2. How does it affect you on a daily basis?

Okay, it is creating uneven or unexpected opportunities that unfortunately you pass. I see that someone here is a master manifestor but despite that you are sending to the universe a desperate or anxious frequencies which is keeping you stuck on that cycle. I see a cycle here... the energy is scattered all over the place. Someone here need grounding, the root chakra is closed off or inactive. I see that someone here need to go to nature and ground themselves. I see that you are wasting your potentials and keeping yourself stuck for something that does in fact will come on the right time. I see that someone here is resisting change. There’s fear here that is keeping you stuck on loop. That loop start with an opportunity, you sabotage it out of fear then the cycle go on and on again. Someone here is dealing with insomnia at night. A lot of scattered ungrounded energies, a lot of thoughts that is closing off your 3rd eye. The hopeful part is that despite all of this? You will still be able to find clarity and be guided into gentle water pile 4.

3. What part need to be nurtured right now?

Okay, you need to start seeking clarity and be more discerning. You need to tame the scary mess in your thoughts. I see that you also need to start seeing your "loneliness" as an opportunity for growth and turn it into solitude instead of looking at other people and be like "why them and not me?" Because we know why them and not you. Baby (let me hold your hand while saying this, and sorry in advance if it hurt) they got those opportunities and community because they took the leap after they grounded themselves. They are not afraid to move forward, that's why in the 1st paragraph you felt stuck and not able to move forward. You were hung up on stagnant energy for so long and now the cards are telling me that you have the power to shape your reality and move forward. I see that there will be a path that will open for you. This path is a little unconventional and even a little untraditional but there will be a lot of joy and growth that come out of it. I see that you'll be able to turn your loneliness into solitude. Take it as an opportunity for example to learn more things about yourself, like what scares you? What make you happy? What bring you courage? Etc. Now for the important part, this path that will unlock depends on your dedication, emotional maturity and creativity. Something that might seem as a failed investment but actually it is not. That's what I'm seeing.

4. What will help you more forward?

Okay, I don't want to seem cheesy or annoying because maybe you have heard of this A LOT by now. But.... you need to love yourself first pile 4. And stay discerning. Take the leap with open heart darling but at the same time stay sharp, and tame the wild in you. This path need your creativity and emotional engagement from you in order for it to flourish and finally I see that you'll be able to heal what was left unsaid from your old version. I see that a lot of thoughts are bubbling up in my head to the point that they gave me headaches someone here is thinking so hard they can't sleep or functions like a normal human but there will be something that is going to shake things up in your life. And you'll be tempted by your ego to sabotage it and repeat the cycle all over again but this time you have this reading to guide you through, you have me too and it is okay if you need an advice. Stop letting fear destroy you, stop letting the cycle repeat again, because it is wasting time, wasting energy and most importantly it is in fact draining you. May the universe guide you gently to your path pile 4.

5. What transformation is ahead?

That's kind of sad. But... You'll be tested again by the universe to see if you are ready for that opportunity or not. I see that you'll be tempted to sabotage it because there's a lot of external and internal conflict in your life. I see that you are very stubborn and you won't easily back off from getting stuck. I see that the cycle might repeat itself if you failed the test. But remember that you have the power to shape things over and to heal. You are more ambitious and stronger than you think pile 4. Don't let the test be repeated again, it is waste of time. Don't sabotage a great opportunity because you don’t have passion, or because the circumstances are not helpful or because you have no power over your life. Stop excusing your fear and ego as a valid reasons. Ego fear the unknown and you'll be soon walking towards it slowly. Take care dears, I love you and you absolutely deserve the best💕.

Bonus:

"Sometimes you need to get uncomfortable to be comfortable" -The Wizard Liz.

Post date: 27th of May 2025 - Tue.

*Feedback is appreciated

[stargildedskies]

I saw your dilf Veritas post and listen I had to hop in cause I am so damn hungry for this man istg

Anyway, I don't think I've seen anything in regards to the moment when Veritas loses his cool for maybe even the first time in his life. And that's the birth of his child. He has knowledge on birth and all about it but with that comes the knowledge about all that could go wrong and bro is stressing 🥲 he wants his beloved partner and his precious baby safe and sound and healthy. He also hates to see his partner in so much discomfort throughout all this

I have failed my fellow HSR cuties bc I have been HOARDING some delicious content in my drafts while waiting for the hyperfixation to return. Everyone thank @delirious-donna for pinging my last brain cell and reminding me that hoyoverse still exists 🙂‍↕️💕

Anywho..... Back to our scheduled simping!

Veritas is the man who always has a logical plan or a well-thought-out answer to everything. He is aloof at most times, able to step away from any situation happening in front of him so that he may analyze and produce the best course of action. He prides himself on his ability to organize his thoughts and process his feelings according to logic, oftentimes being the only person to take charge during emergencies. That is, until you wake up in the dead of night to find that your bedsheets are.... strangely damp? Oh shit.

Being the chronic over-planner, Veritas had your due date neatly penciled into his calendar for precisely two weeks from now, so when you tapped at his shoulder rather urgently, he was decently confused. "My darling, I know cravings are intense, but eating at this time of-"

You cut through his raspy, sleepy drawl- the same one you'd heard groaning obscenities against the shell of your ear as his son was conceived-" Veritas, the baby is coming."

His head twitched, raising off the pillow as if he needed both ears to hear what you were saying, "I, I apologize, but it sounded li-"

"Veritas. Get the bag. Our son is coming."

For the first time since you'd met the man, you swear that you can hear the subtle clicking of Veritas Ratio's mind running as he processes a set of data. During that particularly pregnant (ha) pause, you heard one distinct tick as he registered the condition of the bedding, and then the father of your child was immediately out of bed vaulting across the room.

A choice string of vehemently hushed obscenities falls from his lips as he snarls in frustration at all the extra fucking buckles on his goddamn pants that he's never noticed before and-

"Dear, just keep your sweatpants on. Just find a shirt and some shoes first, and then grab pants and shoes for me."

Your clear voice stops his thoughts on a dime. Of course, How had he not thought of that? His beloved wife was so brilliant.

For the first time in his entire life, Veritas's brain was simply on overdrive. His carefully separated thoughts and feelings were clashing with no intention of stopping, leaving the man on autopilot. If it were any other situation, you'd have been amused.

Veritas's mind snapped back to normal after you winced from a contraction as he helped you with your shoes. Knowing that you were in distress gave his mind the kick it needed to prioritize correctly again, and he got you to the hospital in record time.

Originally, you had planned to go to the hospital that was further away- the one Ratio didn't lecture at daily- but now that didn't seem like a possibility. Getting you comfortable as quickly as he could won by a mile in Ratio's list of priorities, so many heads turned in the Emergency Department as they suddenly heard their strictest professor's voice at three in the morning. Some twitched in their chairs, fully convinced they were in the throes of a nightmare as the widely respected, widely feared Doctor Veritas Ratio strode toward them at a breakneck pace in his pajamas.

"Mywifeishereandsheneedstobetakenuptoaroomimmediately."

The doctors glance at each other. From the sea of confused faces, that didn't make sense to anybody. "uh- sir?"

"My wife. Is here. She needs a room. Now." Veritas annunciated his words very slowly as if they were the densest people on the planet, which meant that he actually managed to speak his sentence at a somewhat normal pace.

As if to drive the point home, the nurse Veritas had left to gather your things and bring you in suddenly appeared, quickly wheeling you into the room. The staff paled as they noticed you groan softly in pain, one arm draped protectively over your heavily pregnant belly.

The medical team whisks you away to a delivery room, and Veritas is quickly thrown into an unfamiliar world. The man used to having decisive answers is sat squarely in a chair next to his wife's bedside, grasping her hand tightly as she cries out in pain. He can't stop thinking about all of the variables, all of the things that could go wrong- the way your face is scrunched up in agony- the knowledge that he's about to meet his son.

The thoughts continue on a revolving loop of horror and wonder until a shrill little cry pierces the air, and Veritas Ratio snaps to attention to meet his son for the first time.

[thatzombiecat]

RT APPRECIATION WEEK

✨shout-out post to the fandom friends and the community✨~

Still in the process of slowly going through my inbox (dw guys you've all been seen, Ilysm, and I'll reach out to everyone <3), but I want to shout out all wonderful creatives and friends, all the amazing people of Rogue Trader CRPG community.

While you're a creator or not, or just being there silently smashing the like button / reblogging the content we make, constanly popping in the activity feed (yeeeees guys, I know your handles, I appreciate you A FREAKING LOT) please know YOU'RE ALL BREATHTAKING, YOUR PRESENCE IN THE FANDOM IS IMPORTANT, WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU ALL💖💖 Vincent also sends yall a warm regards ;3

Some shout-outs for my dears and dearests under the cut:

Rogue Trader was definitive for the entire last year of my carreer, most of the works been featured in this fandom space, and most of my clients, friends and acquaintances been one way or another involved in the fandom life. So this amazing fandom is dear and special to me, it's was there that I've met a WHOLE BUNCH of ABSOLUTELY LOVELY INCREDIBLE AND TALENTED FRIENDS AND MOOTS

So special shout-out to my beloved fandom besties met along the way:

@maggotknight, @skolas-a, @holylustration, @redbatchedcumbermayned, @fenlirias, @indigo-scribbles, @tiasmox, @unsupervised-threat, @shieldsnspears and all peeps from the Owlyfans gang (iykyk) ¬‿�� MY DARLINGS LOVE YALL SO MUCH🫂 💖💖 HUGS AND KISSES TO EVERYONE MWAHHH

Wonderful community writers and contributors:

@hazelderiva, @redstairs, @theevilscribbler, @pheedraws, @pycnolite, @cawyden-gaming, @jaal-ama-daravv, @gingerfan24, @pallysuune, @vitanithepure, @icasticonoclast, @vossn, @fourraccoonsinacoat, @noelle666, @amasec, @lordcaptains, Thank you all for keeping our fandom creative spirit lit up and going with your magic <3

Glorious artist moots and fellas:

@annahenriart @sotc, @misscoet, @revivisection, @infernaldaydreams, @arcandoria, @solanj, @raeb33s-art, @nahoba, @sanzosin, @nananarc, @natchart, @morvvn, @hamaqiu, @mayoonrices, @tumbgert, @blue124th Thank you peeps for gracing the fandom space with your sparkling creativity!

And more personal shout-outs for my belovedst pals:

@ederadnt while you're not a part of the RT fandom (yet? >;3), I still wanna shout out you too my dear! Thank you for being there and patiently listening to my consant Warhammer brainrot ramblings and OC lore dump. There will be more. This is a threat. SCREAMINGGGGGG LOVE YOU SO MUCH DEAR AAAAAAAAAAA💕💕💕💕 (also folks yall should go follow her NOW she's an absolutely amazing and talented artist)

@roastedribbz I think I've already said my part earlier (many times) and there's little to add, but I'd never tire tell that I'm so incredibly happy and proud sharing the space with you here, thank you so much for being around <3

I'm really honoured to be a part of this 🫶 Cheers everyone and happy RT appreciation week 💖💖

[pinksugarscrub]

Honey Kissed

Sanji Vinsmoke x fem! reader

Thank you @maplekzh for allowing me to bring your idea to life! 💕 Soft and fluffy for one of my favorite blondes.

word count: 1,140

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It’s rare you and Sanji have a moment alone. Between catering to Luffy’s large appetite and mending the various tears in the sails after run-ins with the marines, it’s always stolen kisses below deck. Longing looks from across the room.

That’s why today you jumped at the opportunity to join Sanji on his way to the market after docking the Going Merry. Using the excuse of needing more fabric and your darling’s help to carry it all. Excluding the word ‘darling’ when you explained this to Luffy who looked dejected at the prospect of exploring this new town without you.

You felt guilty as you kissed him on the cheek and promised him a new coat befitting the future pirate king. Sanji was much more effective at calming your captain after pointing out lamb was a staple of the village. Likely to be on tonight’s menu if he could scrape together enough berry.

With an intentional touch to your lower back. Sanji splays his fingers against the soft cotton of your blouse. Thumb gently brushing up and down. It doesn’t take long for the Merry and the rest of your crew to fade out of view.

“Where to first my love?” Sanji hums. Pulling you close as the market grows crowded and the streets narrow.

His soft smile is reserved for you and only you. He doesn’t need to say it for it to be true.

“Well,” You tap on your chin as your eyes glaze over the array of shops. “I could use some more ink. Nami would like a new skirt and…”

You trail off as you spot a small shop. A cart beside the door. It has a certain…charm to it. The display was covered in a rich shade of red and smelling of roses.

“What-?”

Your eyes dart back to Sanji as you hurriedly turn him so his back is to the shop window.

“I have the greatest idea.” You smile as you nervously glance behind him. “Let’s split for the time being so we can head back to the ship early. Spend some time together before everyone heads back for lunch. What do you say?”

A laugh leaves his lips as he scans your face. Obviously you’ve seen something you like. Possibly something you want to surprise him with.

He takes your hand and kisses it. The scent of roses finally reaches his nose. “Are you sure darling? What if you need me?”

Your skin buzzes with electricity when his lips move to your knuckles. “Mm I can manage,” you stutter. A wobbly smile making its way onto your face.

“Alright then,” he whispers. Grinning as he moves your hand back down to your side. “Promise to come find me if you need anything.”

“Promise,” you nod.

Breath catching as he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Thank you darling.”

It takes a few minutes for you to collect yourself after he walks away. Your hand over your heart as it thrums like a drum.

Clearing your throat you take a step forward then another. A bell sounding and the stairs creaking as you open the door to the shop.

Gold lettering is embellished in an array of perfume bottles and glasses of powder. Rouge, baby pink, and more.

The berry in your pocket suddenly doesn’t feel like enough.

“Hello! May I help you traveler?”

You look up from a jar of deep blue powder to find an older woman. Dimples pronounced and bony fingers decorated in dark spots.

“Um, I’m afraid I don’t have enough berry. Your shop is wonderfully exquisite," you answer. Circling in awe over the chandelier above.

The woman laughs, floor boards creaking as she glides over to your taller figure. “Nonsense! Come, come.”

Her hand takes your own as she takes you deeper into her trove of treasures.

-

“Come again my dear!”

The bell rings as the door shuts behind you. Blush on your cheeks along with a tint of color on your lips. Giddy and satisfied you hop down the steps with a citrus perfume for Nami. Along with the blue powder to match her tattoo.

The rose scented perfume you initially wanted was switched out for vanilla after having a conversation about Sanji. The older woman had seen him just before he had kissed your hand.

There were a few other things in the bag you planned on sharing with Nami or in other words, waiting to claim after discussing which she liked best.

Now, it was time to quickly buy supplies. The next town was about two weeks away and you would go crazy without something to do if you didn't buy something now.

Your pocket grows lighter until there are only a few berry left. Paper bags on either arm that make your muscles ache.

When you arrive it’s clear you're the first one back so you get to work on restocking your spools of thread and paper. Setting the bag of your spoils next in Nami’s room just across the hall from your own.

You almost lose track of time until you hear the familiar Thunk! of footsteps on deck. You suddenly feel nervous as you fix your collar and the rouge on your lips.

The Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! only grew louder until your beloved came into view. His face was bright as he caught sight of you before it fell.

Sanji’s jaw dropped in awe as his heart skipped a beat. You had changed into something loose and comfortable. He wished he could wake up to the sight every morning and go to bed to you every night.

He approaches slowly, afraid if he gets too close you’ll disappear. “You’re a vision,” he breathes.

Your lip curls as you extend your hands out to him. He doesn’t waste a second after that as he settles in your arms.

Sanji groans,“and you smell absolutely amazing.” Burying his nose into your neck Sanji questions whether you know what you do to him. His mind, his body, and his soul.

It gives you great pride to see Sanji so relaxed. His affections are just a bonus.

“How was your venture for lamb?” You mumble. Carding your fingers through his hair and kissing his cheek.

The two of you fall into a comfortable atmosphere. Your eyelids feeling heavy as you continue to pepper kisses along his neck. His words falter at times but he continues speaking to try and hide how flustered he is beginning to feel.

He finally gives as his cheeks burn and your lips brush against his own. Stains litter his neck and ears. Anything within your reach really.

Sanji murmurs your name into your kiss. Sighing in relief when his hands move to squeeze your hips, sinking into the warm flesh.

When the rest of the crew find the two of you asleep in each other’s arms no one is surprised. Well, Luffy is confused as Nami drags him out of your room by the scruff of his neck.

[yanderes-galore]

hi dear! 17 from the yandere sentence starters for ace (one piece)? thank you 💕

Prompt Here

Yandere! Portgas D. Ace Prompt 17

“How can anyone be so perfect?”

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Self-deprecation/Thoughts of death (Ace), Clingy behavior, Stalking, Soft yandere, Manipulation, Fear of abandonment, Kidnapping, Choking, Consensual turned forced relationship.

Ace has never thought highly of himself.

He's the son of the pirate king. To most of the people in this world, he's the son of a devil. His overwhelming Devil Fruit certainly doesn't help.

For a long time, Ace has wondered why he's alive. He doesn't understand what there is to live for. He used to dedicate himself to his brothers...

Yet he wonders if anyone would care if he was gone?

Even when he joined the Whitebeard Pirates, his new home for years, he still questioned his existence. The world hates him for his lineage. So, for a long time, he's tried to prove himself.

He's always hated himself... even when he met you.

You were around his age and a Whitebeard Pirate when you had met him. You're a strong believer of treating your crew like family just like Whitebeard. You... didn't seem like the type of person to be a pirate.

Compared to him, someone who considered himself a monster... You're so sweet despite what your fellow crew members did.

You never judged anyone's past, you accepted those you worked alongside...

To Ace, he found you perfect.

Ace originally struggled to get close to you. Even as you both got older, Ace always felt he didn't deserve you. You treated him so kindly...

It makes him lose his composure.

Ace considered this crew... including you... his family. You quickly became one of the closest people to him. One of the only ones who doesn't make him question his right to exist.

To Ace, he felt he couldn't lose you to anyone. After losing Sabo, leaving Luffy, and coming to terms with what he is... He realizes he can't be alone again. He can't think of life without you.

You always took care of him after he challenged Whitebeard, scolding him but not discouraging him. You told him you don't care who his father was... You're companions now. Ace couldn't help but find you addicting...

It's your weakness.

Ace and you are nearly inseparable in his eyes. He takes you on supply runs, he does his best to impress you. Ace's feelings often bounced between platonic thoughts... and the occasional romantic one.

However, he always told himself he'll see you as a companion regardless of how he feels.

To Ace, you're perfect. Too perfect. Pirate life could easily ruin you if Whitebeard wasn't around. That thought became just one other reason Ace refused to leave your side for long.

When Ace finally managed to admit he loved you... He couldn't let you go. His confession took time but he eventually admitted he wanted you. To his surprise, you even confessed the same.

Even when Ace had you... He wondered if he deserved you. He wondered if you deserved him. After all, the blood of the Pirate King runs in his veins.

Part of him worries you'll leave him.

Ace is just happy you want him. You accept him. He may not trust or accept himself... but you do.

You love him. You listen to him when he flirts and you care if he's hurt. You hold him... You kiss him...

He feels like a beast that's gotten a taste of fresh meat... and doesn't plan to let you go.

“How can anyone be so perfect?”

The words flow from his mouth naturally. He feels so... comforted. Whenever he's alone with you... It's like a sanctuary.

Just having you hold him as you go to sleep, he never wants to leave. Ace, ever since befriending you, has made it his goal to protect you. To protect this perfect feeling...

Unfortunately, his addiction became too great.

"Please just listen to me... I found this great island on my travels, it can be perfect for us...!"

"Ace... love... I belong with the Whitebeard Pirates."

"Baby, please... After what happened with Blackbeard I can't let you keep doing this...! I love you too much to just... look, if you just see it—"

"No, Ace!"

Of course Ace had to ruin what was between you at some point.... He could never keep anything nice for long. His fears were getting to be too much for him.

You had no doubt noticed his change in demeanor. You probably knew his touches got tighter after Blackbeard betrayed the crew. That or Ace's overly defensive nature about you.

It wasn't quite jealousy. It was more... caution. Too much caution. Paranoia felt more like it...

Especially when Ace suggested the idea of moving you to an island where you two can live together and he helps Whitebeard and hunts down Blackbeard.

The island itself was nice. He had gone to great lengths to find a home where it can be just the both of you. It's just you two, it should feel safe...

It doesn't.

You were adamant on refusing his offer. You refused to be considered something fragile. You're nice, you're sweet, but you're still a pirate.

Ace, however, considered you someone to be protected. You're too perfect for him. The least a monster like him can do is protect you... just to prove he can have you.

This fight... is inevitably what breaks the bond between you down. You all of a sudden don't want him. However... Ace...

Can't seem to accept the idea of losing someone like you.

"LET GO—!"

Ace tries to reason with himself. Of course something between you would never work. Someone like him could never have someone like you.

He feels terrible when he covers your mouth, a hand around your neck as he presses his chest against your back. You sputter against him but he just continues. He gives you a sorry look, sighing as your struggling begins to fade.

"See...? You're too trusting... You need me. You can't leave me. With me by your side... No one will take you from me without going through me first."

Those words are haunting when you slowly begin to pass out. Even after you do, Ace is quick to stop and pick you up. Perhaps he got too eager... maybe he should've waited longer...

But what's done is done. He's been planning this for a long time. He even has the perfect home picked out for you.

Soon he hopes you'll understand that he means well... That he wants to protect you... He'll be patient for you...

Then hopefully he can help make a perfect life for you... his perfect love.

[jade-green-butterfly]

Johnalthea time!💚💘🌌 ...With a dash of tradition~💝🐇

It's almost Easter, and now that spring is in the air, so is still the love~💕💐 I wanted to take the perfect opportunity to share two wonderful Johnalthea commissions with you all - one being an adorable Valentine YCH done by dear @alixmuffinart✨️❤️and the other being a real lovable Easter moment by the lovely @klaudia96art❤️😊 I am truly IN LOVE with these precious pieces~!💖😍Especially with how absolutely darling Amalthea looks in her super cute Easter Bunny outfit (and hot in John's eyes, having found his own special Easter Bunny, hehe~🤭) and how really sweet Johnalthea look in the romantic YCH~💗😚Every part looks just amazing!🥰

Thank-you both kindly so much, Klaudia and Alix!💞🫂💞It was a real pleasure to commission you two during Valentine's and Easter time, bring my sweet ship to life with both traditions~💓🤩 You two did such a stunning job and I am ever so grateful~✨😁👍🏻Keep up the awesome work, both of you!🫶🏻😘💕xoxo.

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[florencebirdsong]

Valentine Event! I love love 💕

Could you please write an Agatha x fem! Reader where Agatha and Billy try to recover Agatha's body (they are successful) and in the process Agatha meets/crosses paths with her soulmate/true love, Reader

Reader is a witch who doesn't know she has powers and only believes she has good luck

Thank you

Happy late Valentine's Day! I hope you had a good one. Thank you for the request <3

Valentine’s Day Event 2025

Tags: ghost Agatha, reader is flabbergasted, ficlet

You have always considered yourself a lucky person but you don’t know if you would call this luck. A ghostly form of a beautiful woman floats in front of you. You can literally see the outline of your living room through her.

“Um…hello?” you probably shouldn’t be talking to her.

Talking to ghosts is not a good idea. Whether that’s because it’s a sign that you’re losing it or that because ghosts are always depicted as vengeful remains to be seen.

“Hello, dear,” she flashes you a brilliant, sharp smile, “The name’s Agatha Harkness. It’s lovely to finally meet you. A few centuries late but I won’t hold it against you.”

You continue to stare dumbly at her.

“I know this is shocking. Your soulmate’s a ghost. Dead. But,” she waves her hand in little flourish, “Soon to be undead. So no need to panic, dear.”

“Undead as in…?” your mouth is moving but your mind is still stuck on what you’re looking at.

“Oh, no. None of that nonsense,” she assures you. “I’ll be back to my former glory,” her hands run down her sides and your eyes following without your permission. 

You finally process what she originally said.

“Wait, soulmate?”

She tilts her head.

“You don’t know,” she says.

“That I can see dead people? No, that’s news to me,” you hallucinating is also news to you. And soulmates. You need to make a list.

“Unexpected,” she murmurs to herself and then floats around you in a circle, gazing up and down your form. “Your magic is strong enough to manifest. You should have noticed something, surely. You need to be on your toes when dealing with me, darling.”

“Well, I’ve noticed a ghost. So, that’s something.”

“Anything a bit earlier?”

“Uh…” you need to get a bit more coherent if you want to keep talking to her. “I’m lucky.”

“Lucky?”

“Yeah. Like, supernaturally.”

“Strange,” she gives you another analysing look. “That’s not the usual way magic manifests itself.”

“Magic?”

“You are talking to a ghost, dear,” she says dryly.

“Right,” that has yet to fully sink in.

“That’s time,” a reedy teenager says, walking casually into the room like he isn’t breaking into you place.

Agatha looks annoyed at the interruption. You look between the teenager and the ghost.

“You can see her?” you ask faintly.

“Unfortunately,” he says.

“Great. Okay,” you run your hand down your face. “And who are you?”

“Billy,” he says simply.

You know what you should do. What’s rational. But magic would explain a lot about your life. 

There’s also the draw you feel towards Agatha, but since that is so extremely irrational you’re not currently taking it into consideration.

“We really do need to go,” the teen says apologetically.

Making a snap decision, you go looking for your keys.

“It’s not like I have anything better to do,” you lie.

“Oh, goody. Now we don’t have to deal with your awful driving,” Agatha says to Billy.

“I’m a great driver and you know it,” Billy says.

Agatha doesn’t acknowledge it. 

“I’ll meet you at the car,” she winks at you, clicks her fingers, and disappears.

[stardew-shitposterino]

Stardew Valley Bachelors and their preferred pet names for you

You know the drill by now. Enjoy ✨

Sam:

-he’s pretty standard, so don’t expect something crazy, he isn’t good with words.

-baby/babe; pretty standard, but it’s what comes to his mind when he sees you. You’re just his baby girl 😩💕

-cutie; he won’t call you that all the time, but more when he is in a playful mood and wants to show you how much he likes you :3 “hey cutie, what are you doing there?”

-what can I say except I told you so🫣 he’s better with showing his affection through actions, not words 🤷🏼‍♀️

Sebastian:

-also pretty standard

-baby (this will come up a lot more I’m sorry y’all 😭)

-darling; but only when he’s in the mood for it

-(little) bat; because you kept joking about him being an emo/goth and he called you that for fun…it kinda stuck and it’s really cute ngl 🖤

-I have a feeling he will occasionally insult you as an inside joke too lol. Nothing too intense, he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, but he won’t hold back to tease you like he teases Sam or Abbey

Elliott:

-behold, he’s a connoisseur for good old-fashioned pet names

-darling; I don’t have to elaborate

-love (in the most tender, smooth voice you can imagine)🥰🤭🫣💗

-precious; because you’re the most valuable thing in his life 😍

-he will throw in some original pet names which will sound oh so fancy, like names of flowers he finds beautiful, or generally things he loves (maybe not Tom Kha soup or lobster 💀)

Harvey:

-he’s so sweet, he’s like Elliott in that regard, so he will use some outdated ones

-darling 🤭

-love; his favourite, he can’t but blush himself calling you ‘his love’ (😩💗)

-honey; he uses that one a lot too. When you have breakfast together and he reads something interesting in the newspaper, he’ll happily exclaim it to grab your attention

-dear; but that one not so much, mostly when he is “arguing” with you or tries to talk you out of a dangerous idea (the farmer is a bit unhinged and he’s so worried about you 🥺)

Shane:

-Shane is a guy-guy, but he has some variety to his pet names based on his mood

-angel; this one is my favourite for his pet names. Not only does it apply because you ‘saved’ him from committing a big mistake, but he also found a real friend in you which he didn’t have for most of his life

-babe; pretty standard, he uses it quite frequently instead of calling you by your name

-doll; sometimes that unintentional dad vibe comes through but I find it a bit funny lmfao

-he also uses plenty of stupid “insults” like Sebastian because he’s a little menace and mild bullying is his love language 💙 if you’re short you’re a dwarf or hobbit for sure despite him being a short king himself

Alex:

-Alex can be a brick-head, but he has some cute names he likes to use

-baby; wow, we haven’t had that one yet 😃

-doll; idk why; I look at that guy and it just fits 🤷🏼‍♀️

-farm girl/boy; it’s a nod to the time you just got to know each other. He likes to nag you a bit with that one which you lovingly play into

-gorgeous; he just has to emphasise how freaking beautiful you are to him 🥰 he will often go past you and pretend he’s hitting on you, as if you’re not married for 5 years and have 2 kids lol. “Hey gorgeous, I’ve never seen you around here. You have a boyfriend? If not I’d like to apply for that position.”

[heaven444child]

messages from your partner 💌

Pick an image

which pile drawn your attention choose it and please take what resonates with you and leave the rest ✨🍀🫶💜

AND Read these readings mindfully 👻and if you want a personal reading then DM me✨🍀

Pile 1

pile 1 Your future spouse is seeing me claiming his rights on you 👀 He is saying that you are only mine 🫣 “only mine” you just get ready, I am coming soon 🚘🏍️ whatever dreams we both have seen, we both will fulfill them soon 💕🍀 I know that right now we both are not near each other 🦋 we both haven't even met each other yet 🐣 but what can I do, whenever I think about you, I get scared 🌊 that you might get attracted to some other boy 🐻 I feel very sad just thinking about this 🥺 I can't sleep the whole night thinking about this 😨 so wherever you are, take care of yourself ✨🍀 and yes, remember that you are only mine 🫣👀 I know that I shouldn't talk to you like this 😅 but You can also understand that the one who has such a beautiful wife is definitely afraid of losing her, so take care of yourself my “beautiful wife” and I love you and miss you babe.💋👀

(I hope this reading resonates with you) ✨💕 Stay blessed 🫶❤️ AND thankyou for your support ✨🤝🍀😍

Pile 2

pile 2 Your future spouse wants to tell you that he has got a job or has been promoted ✨🍀 and is celebrating this achievement with his friends 🥂 but he wants to tell you that every happiness seems incomplete without you 👀 darling 👰🏻‍♀️ wherever you are, please come quickly ✈️ you know who I am 🧩 he is saying that I am such a puzzle piece that no one can complete me without you 🏵️ I feel that but this may resonate for some people that this person may be a famous person 🎺 or a model 🎬 and I feel that both of you may be each other's soulmate or twin and both of you don't want to date anyone, you both are just waiting for your last long partner 👰🏻‍♀️🤵 Your future spouse wants to tell you that I don't want to date anyone because I haven't met a girl like you yet 💕 I know that I have a lot of options but still I will wait for you ✨🫣 So come to me soon 😍👰🏻‍♀️ I love your hair and these eyes of yours 👀✨ I have never seen anyone's eyes like yours 🥺 I search for these eyes everywhere but I can't find them anywhere 😏 So you please come to me 😕 You know where I live 🏡 Please come soon 🌠 my love 💘 My heart pains a lot without you ❤️‍🔥 Please come fast baby or should I call you babe 💜hmm👀🫣

(I hope this reading resonates with you) ✨💕 Stay blessed 🫶❤️ AND thankyou for your support ✨🤝🍀😍

Pile 3

pile 3 Your future spouse wants to tell you that I know you are working very hard 👀 to make yourself stable 💼 there is nothing wrong in this but you should also take care of yourself 🙈 there is no need to be so harsh on yourself 🐥 I know you want to manifest lot of things 🌠 now you must be thinking how do I know all this 😁 but my innocent and sweet future wife, have you forgotten that I am your husband and you cannot hide anything from me 🥺 I know you are strong, intuitive but still why do you have to face rejections in your life 🥺 my dear wife god gives difficulties only to those who have the ability to overcome them 🛤️ so don't be disappointed 🫣 and now for this future husband of yours, show me the best smile in the world 😁 Are you smiling my wife🙈👰🏻‍♀️ If you are then I am happy that at least I could make you happy even while being far away 🥺✨

(I hope this reading resonates with you) ✨💕 Stay blessed 🫶❤️ AND thankyou for your support ✨🤝🍀😍

[jahayla-writes]

ooooh, what about tom holland x reader where she's a huge fangirl for harry styles? maybe a smau?

British Civil War : Tom Holland x Reader (ft. Harry Styles)

Description: Smau, Y/n is a major fan of British singer Harry Styles, and it shows on her Instagram. However, her British actor boyfriend Tom Holland is ready to defend his position. Fluff

Warnings: flirting, playfulness, light teasing, shirtless Harry Styles and Tom Holland

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yourusername: My tombstone shall read that I died tonight, from breathing the same air as @/harrystyles #loveontour #screaming

P.S. Dear Harry Styles, I adore you. 💕

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hazosterfield: At least u died doing what you love 😜

yourusername: ooop 💀

tomholland2013: 🤨

nikkihollandphotography: looks like you had wonderful seats dear!

yourusername: @/yourbffusername and I definitely won’t be able to see him again from any other distance and be satisfied after tonight 🙌

tomholland2013: What’s this “again” about? 🧐

hollandfanatic17: not Tom fighting for his life here lmao

bananahanna24: please post your fit! Gotta see how you dressed up for tonight’s show!

yourusername: Don’t worry, my story is going to be spammed with more photos from tonight soon! 🤩

tomholland2013: glad u had a great night love xxx

yourusername: ty babe, I adore you almost as much as I adore Harry Styles 😘

tomholland2013: almost?!

liked by holland_maggie, yoursername, kristaholland4evr, and 1, 536, 975 others

british_boyfriends: I just read an article that said that @/yourusername’s celebrity crush is/was @/harrystyles and it got me thinking… they look pretty similar, no? #british #tomholland #harrystyles

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yourusername: 😌 he is so pretty

british_boyfriends: screaming! You responded!!!

british_boyfriends: wait which boy? 👀

tomholland2013: not sure how I feel about this…

yourusername: ily 🥰

harryholland64: lmao this is great

yourusername: right? 😆

tomholland2013: 🙄

hollandfanatic17: omg the comments!!!!

liked by stylernikki, yourusername, harryswife1, and 8, 247, 916 others

harrystyles: Thank you for another incredible night! I’ve truly got the best fans!

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styles1D: killed it again! 💚💛💜♥️💙

yourusername: omg he posted a photo of me 😍

harrystyles: @/yourusername lmao, ty for coming lovely, hope you had a good time

bananasforharry: omg dckkoufddjk he responded to @/yourusername

hazosterfield: I now understand why @/tomholland2013 is rolling his eyes while @/yourusername is grinning like a fool 🤣

hollandfan213: I’m dying, the way the Holland fandom has taken over this comment section is insane 😅

gina_2013_h: i keep waiting for @/tomholland2013 to comment about it lmao

liked by harryholland64, yoursername, hazosterfield, and 9, 744, 182 others

tomholland2013: Are puppies enough to bring you back to me? @/yourusername 🥺

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hazosterfield: mate stoppp bahaha

nikkihollandphotography: Isn’t she home with you right now?

yourusername: yes 🙄 lol he’s just being dramatic

tomholland2013: @/yourusername am not

yourusername: I’m literally sitting next to you Holland 🤦‍♀️

tomholland2013: you know that’s not what I mean 💔

yourusername: oh shush, you know I love you 💕

tomholland2013: as much as Harry Styles?

tomholland2013: love? Why are you sneaking out of the room? 🧐

hollandfanatic17: ahhh I loved this interview!!!

harryholland64: bruv, he doesn’t even know who she is chill

yourusername: He posted a photo of him and I on his insta thank you very much 👏 😝

tomholland2013: irrelevant

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yourusername: It’s only been a couple of days, and I miss you 🎶

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tomholland2013: I just wanna make you happier, baby

yourusername: quoting Harry Styles? 😍 ilysm

tomholland2013: @/yourusername anything for you darling, xxx

hazosterfield: ya caved mate 🤣

yln_holland_8: She went to another one of his shows?! Poor Tom is legit having to share her time with Harry now lmao

harryholland64: omg he so saw you girl 😱

yourusername: ikr?! And he clearly wanted a hug 🥹

harryholland64: I…. I can’t tell if you’re joining in on the sarcasm or not and that kinda scares me lol

hollandfanatic17: Can’t wait for @/tomholland2013 to petition for Spider-Man to fight Eros in the next Marvel movie now haha

liked by harryholland64, yourusername, hollandstyles22, and 362, 853 others

handsome.styles: Harry Styles x Spider-Man 🕸️ for the rest of LoT, I will be posting various fun Harry themed videos on my YouTube channel Handsome Styles. Today's video is Harry Styles showing off his on stage Catching Skills

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harryholland64: @/yourusername

yourusername: 👀😍

tomholland2013: Really @/harryholland64?! 😠

holland4life: Girl do you even know what you just did with that AI photo? 🤣

handsome.styles: I didn’t tbh and was v confused when it blew up so much haha. But I’ve been caught up to speed now, ooops 😇

hollandfanatic17: which Spider-Man do we all think that @/yourusername would choose in a universe where they both exist?

styleswifey_: not you kicking up drama in the Holland fandom haha

hazosterfield: lmao y’all won’t let him catch a break huh?

liked by harryholland64, yourusername, hazosterfield, and 9, 764, 223 others

tomholland2013: training as I’ve found myself in the fight of my life

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hazosterfield: this ought to help you catch up mate 💪

yourusername: holy sh- 🥵 T! 😍

tomholland2013: @/yourusername See something you like, darling? 😏

yourusername:@/tomholland2013 I… I’ve got no words

tuwaine: I think this means you won bruv @/tomholland2013, Harry’s never left her speechless 🏆

yourusername: is that what this post’s about? 🤦‍♀️

yourusername: If this is what comes of me fangirling for Harry Styles, I’m never going to stop cause 🥵🤤

tuwaine: eww I’m leaving this convo now 🫣

tomholland2013: I think this backfired….

holland_t_wife: hot damn 😱

zendaya: not you trying to compete with Harry Styles’s shirtless performances 🤣

liked by tomholland2013, tuwaine, zendaya, and 8,335,964 others

yourusername: Love on Tour with my love ❤️ @/tomholland2013

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tomholland2013: ❤️

hazosterfield: Trying to indoctrinate him I see 😂

yourusername: He just needs to see the amazingness for himself 🤷‍♀️

zendaya: Is this like the 5th show you’ve attended for this tour? I love the dedication girl haha

yourusername: it might be 😇

tomholland2013: At least the 5th..

tuwaine: can’t believe you got him to go with you

hazosterfield: nah, he’d go anywhere with her

yourusername: @/hazosterfield 🥰

harryholland64: Haz is right, i can’t believe it took this long for him to go with her to make sure she stays his

tomholland2013: @/harryholland64 watch the implications mate, I trust her

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 💜

tuwaine: yeah @/harryholland64, it’s @/harrystyles he doesn’t trust 🤣

nikkihollandphotography: Hope you two had fun! ❤️

tomholland2013: I confess, I get it now 👏

yourusername: yay! @/tomholland2013 🥳😍

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styles_holland: apologies for the grainy photo, I wasn’t expecting to see @/yourusername and @/tomholland2013 tonight at LoT 🤩

(also I somehow missed capturing the photo of them kissing while Harry was performing 😭)

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hollandfanatic17: It might be ‘Harry’s House’, but @/yourusername seems fixated on a different British man 😌

yourusername: 🤷‍♀️🥰

th_marvelicious: ahhhh the way they’re right next to the stage but she’s only looking at Tom 😭

tstanleyh13: Get you someone who chooses you over Harry Styles like y/n did with Tom 👏👏👏

yourusername: forever my choice, everyday, always ☺️

thomaspidey: does this mean she’s done obsessing over @/harrystyles?

yourusername: No 😎

tomholland2013: lmao no, it just means I’ll be participating in the obsession

justafan13: Tom supporting y/n’s fangirling over Harry Styles was not on my bingo card but here we are 😂

hazosterfield: looks like it was Tom’s house tonight 💪

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[daisy-has-too-many-wives]

Hello everyone.

This is William; Daisy's brother.

Daisy's actual name was Charlie. They asked me to tell this to you all.

The message ahead was pre-written, in case of this situtation.

"hi guys :]

ive asked my brother to post this in case of something awful happening, so i hope you will never have to see this.

if you are reading this message, then im probably dead, or at least incapacitated

basically, ive got a lot to say, so im just going to say it.

when i first joined this community, i was not in a good place of mind; but seeing you all, and talking to you was starting to be the highlight of my day

i didn't realise how big an affect this would have on me in the long run

thank you all. so much.

you are all such lovely people, never forget that; every moment that ive spent on this accursed website, i have felt loved, and respected. everyone is so kind and so lovely.

thank you all so much, for this time, with you

and to abby, my love, thank you so much for being with me <3 i can't believe that i somehow managed to get together with the girl of my dreams. i love you so so so much, i love you to infinity and back <333 thank you so much for being with me through this - you are such a lovely, genuine, kind, sweet, beautiful person. thank you my darling, i will always love you.

and to you, my dear (probably) mutual, i thank you so much for this journey that weve had

you all mean so much to me, and i love you all so much 💕

this is me, signing off, for the last time

thank you :]

goodbye"

Charlie passed away an hour ago. The cancer spreading was detected too late, unfortunately.

It wasn't a painful death; they passed away peacefully, in their sleep.

I want to let you all know how much they've talked about you all in the past two weeks. How their face would light up when tumblr was brought up, how they would smile at me and tell me about your various antics.

I think that all of you made my siblings life better; that talking to all of you was the highlight of their day.

Thank you all - you made my sibling a happier person. And some of you, I think, genuinely became a part of their life.

Charlie loved you all so much.

"Even when I'm gone, I will still look at you from the stars, and my smile will be like comets across the night sky." - Charlie Dinh, 19/05/2000 - 22/09/2024

[genevawrenn]

A little post about our beloved QSMP eggs and what they taught me.

Starting off with Chayanne, our little warrior. Your strength through agony was always something to be admired, your dedication to providing to your family through delicious food is something I will always remember. You fought so hard, little leader, I'll miss you always.

Lullah, lovely musician and stealer of hearts Lullah. You are such a bright star, you formed bonds of love and won over the harshest souls instantly. You taught love for both yourself and others, you gave us a deep and intriciate character we will always think of fondly.

Everyone who has followed me for a while knows the Death Family was probably the one I spoke about the most (besides Hideduo). They were always near each other which is something I will remember fondly. They had their troubles but they always talked them out. I'll miss you most.

Ramon, oh my sweet Ramon. You were a late addition to my attention, but I'm so glad I found you, even for the short time I did. Your dedication in protecting your siblings spoke beyond what words can say about your character. I will always remember your excitement and curiosity.

Richas; chaotic, excitable, hyper, and a dear wild child. You made everyone laugh with your antics, it was never a boring time from the moment we saw your cow head to the moment you sped off. You captured so much life and projected it to those you cared about, one of us forever.

Leo <3 My darling, my dear, I never spoke about you much but I love each and every time you came on screen. Your bright and loud personality is a delight, teaching many how wonderful it is to be exactly you. I've heard her admin is a streamer, you should go follow!

Sunny, oh my goodness Sunny. Another huge persona who taught me so much about loving myself and presenting exactly as me. I hope you know how many people you have touched by being you so perfectly. I can not picture any other parent than Tubbo for you, you are adorable together.

Empanada, our time together was too short, but I will forever treasure it. You played such a clever and observant character, very intune with others emotions and able to comfort anyone in their times of trouble. You made people think and learn, an incredible gift to everyone.

Pepito, oh my goodness with you, I think Richas met their rival with sheer energy and excitement.

My little BOLAS eggo, you swept in and easily made everyone want to protect you.

You teach many whimsy, kindness, and stepping out of your comfort zone. You make so many smile 😃

Dapper and Pomme...I can not even separate you in this post. I wasn't able to catch much content surrounding you but I always appreciated how much I saw both your influence in your siblings. Dapper, you always kept your dad on his toes. Pomme, I adore your capacity to love all.

Trump, Tilin, Juana, Bobby.

Time was tragically short together, barely a breath on the long cycle of emotions this story drove us through.

I can say with certainty you will never be forgotten, your influence touched many even if you were only with us for a matter of days. 💕

I unfortunately do not have any screenshots of Chunsik, a similar sentiment to the Egg Island three, as I don't feel we have enough time together, but I'll think of you fondly. I wish you had more time to wow us, I'm not even sure if we will see you again but I wish you the best.

I am a changed person after becoming interested in this content and this server, and that's a positive thing. I only feel sorrow because I love it so deeply. You inspired me to keep creating and connecting with new people. I'll miss what we had forever, thank you for everything.

[vanillinwrites]

I’m the same anon that liked the Yan!Char profile! I’d like to request a drabble or headcannons for Yandere Char x (Gender neutral) Childhood friend reader. Char would do a lot to keep his past from his darling, but I’ve been ruminating on the idea of them finding out anyways. Maybe they use to be childhood sweethearts but separated after Char and Sayla’s escape to Earth. They reunite years later but, Char doesn’t realize who his darling is until sometime into their relationship. I Imagine much of his childhood is a blur to him.

When darling confronts him about his identify, I wonder if he’d be face with the vulnerability of being seen? The fear of losing his Darling’s affections? Or maybe he’s more stunted by the idea that they love him anyways.

Sorry if that’s too long or specific. You’re free to change the prompt with however it inspires you! Thank you for letting me be indulgent in your asks💕

Yandere char x (gender neutral) childhood friend!

Warnings: typical yandere obsessiveness, nothing besides that! Honestly, this is rather cute 

An: I absolutely loved writing this! Char is always a fun challenge to write for, and the childhood friend trope allowed me to write him a little softer than he’d normally be. Also, I went ahead and made him a bit of a yandere as a kid too, I thought it suited what we saw of him as a kid in origin.

feel free to send in more requests if you'd like!

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Even as a young child, Casval had had quite a crush on you. He didn't know what exactly made him so drawn to you, and as such a young child he would simply resort to keeping those feelings tucked away out of sight. It was embarrassing, how you made him feel. He hated the way he felt nervous in your presence and how your kindness made him fluster. It was unusual for him to be shaken, and he didn’t like it one bit. You make him act so unlike himself he can’t help but hate it.

Your parents had been friends of his parents, most likely his mother; who was sweet and kind to everyone around her. And of course, one day they brought you into his life- you; standing in the foyer in your coat to ward off the chilly air next to your family, who talked to his mother. You’d seen him on the staircase and had given a little smile and a wave. Casval wasn't the smiley type of boy, at best putting on a polite facade and at worst keeping his stone faced demeanor. But he offers you a little wave regardless. It’s Artesia who actually manages to help you and Casval connect. She’s younger than the two of you, but she would always make a point to be near the two of you- the children of Deikun weren’t often able to play freely with their peers, and both of them were in dire need of a friend- Artesia wore this openly, but Casval was much more closed off about the fact. 

It’s not easy for him to open up, even when he was young, but you found a way to break through his defenses. Maybe it was a quick wit, maybe it was ceaseless kindness, maybe it was unwavering determination to befriend him regardless of his cold demeanor. But no matter the cause, he finds himself warming up to you. He did his best to keep it hidden- tried to find more reasonable explanations for his warmth towards you. Excuses like ‘your family was close with his, it would be inconvenient for there to be bad blood between the two of you’ and ‘artesia considers you a dear friend, he would never push you away if it pushed you from artesia as well’. But his parents, and likely your parents, and even artesia knew the truth. That Casval had a little crush on you. 

Likely unknown to them, was the depth of Casval’s feelings for you. There was a part of him that was innocent with youth, that could be flustered just by your hand grazing his, and a part of him that couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your laughter, so bright and beautiful. But also, there was a part of him that hated anyone else you spoke to- that hated the idea of you having other friends. Part of him felt hot with anger when your parents would take you home in the evening- take you from him. It wasn't right, and it wasn't normal, but Casval was able to keep the majority of it hidden from view. He was just…protective of you. And you were oblivious to it. He wanted to keep it that way. It wouldn’t do for you to realize how you’d seeped your way into his mind and heart, and it wouldn't do for you to realize he had feelings for you. Not if it could possibly take you from him.

That’s why it’s so tragic when the death of his father tears him away from you. It’s a whirlwind of chaos happening all around him. His father is dead. They say the Zabi family is responsible. His mother is locked into a tower. He and his sister must flee to earth. Casval knows that amongst all this chaos you must be out there too- he hopes you’re alright, in a rare moment of optimism- and then scolds himself for thinking that. He can't afford to worry about you right now. You’ll be alright, your family will care for you. He turns his mind away from you as best he can. He likely wouldn't be seeing you, his dearest friend, ever again, and he has to be ok with that. 

In the years that follow, he thinks of you less and less- not as a natural result of passing time, but by conscious effort to keep his mind away from trivial thoughts like ‘what if’. You were gone from his life now, likely having forgotten all about him, likely convinced he had died, and maybe you’ve even found happiness of your own. He doesn't let himself think about it if he can help it. He hates the idea of you being happy with someone else. He hates the idea of you forgetting him. Sometimes, when he can’t help it, he wonders if you ever think of him.

That’s why it’s amazing, unbelievable even, when by chance in a room of hundreds, he sees a familiar face. Your face. It’s been years, and you’re older now- grown attractive with the passing years, with a voice that draws him in and a way about conversation that keeps his attention focused only on you. He can’t take his eyes off you, even behind that mask he worries someone will notice his staring, worries you’ll notice- but no one does, and you don’t either. How have you come back into his life after so many years? Could such a thing really be by chance? That his childhood friend- childhood sweetheart, if he was being honest- just happened to be in the same palace at the same time as him, despite the years and the distance that had separated you all this time? No, it’s not by chance at all, and Char won’t waste the opportunity to finally make you his.

He approaches you- he’s witty and charming and you seem glad for the good company, likely bored with the simple minded and uptight company that this gathering had drawn. Char is glad that you so happily accept his company. It was better if this goes according to plan, he’d hate to have to use other means to draw you towards him. It’s much much better if you just come to him all on your own, simply because you enjoy his company. Of course, his reputation likely helps; the red comet. He preens a bit when you call him that. Of course you’d be impressed with all he’d accomplished, but he’s much more interested in what you have been up to in the time he’d been absent from your life.

He pries as much as he can without coming off too strong, glad to hear that once the chaos of Deikun’s death had settled, your family had been alright and you had been able to live a safe life. He happily listens to you speak of your hobbies- a few of which you still enjoyed from childhood, and his heart seemed lighter at the prospect that the person he had grown so close to in his youth was still the same. In a lot of ways, you were. Time had made you mature, and had changed some things, but Char is thrilled to find that so much of what he loved about you remained the same. Love- surely that was a slip up in his mind; an exaggeration of his feelings caused by his excitement at the prospect of you in his life once more. Nothing more. 

You’re oblivious, of course, to who he truly is. Char feels confident of that by the way your nerves are alight with the newfound interest, the way you seem drawn in to him but cautious all the same. And that was for the best- Casval was dead and gone, and you remembering him would do neither of you any good. All that remains is Char Aznable.

He devotes a fair bit of time to spending with you- maybe more than was appropriate; if you factored in all of the time he spent thinking of you and plotting your next meeting, practising his honeyed words and his casual grace- making a point to set up another chance to see you, and quickly becoming close with you once more. You seemed almost eager to spend time with him, and he allows himself to indulge in the idea that you might be charmed, at least slightly, by him. Your friendship felt familiar to him, a comfort he’d thought he’d lost long ago. Everything he had known in his childhood- his parents, his home, his friends, even his younger sister- were gone to him now. But you have returned. Char seems to fit perfectly into your life, like he’d always been there, like your heart had always had a place just for him.

You talk about your childhood from time to time, rarely of the Deikun family, but occasionally you do. And when you speak of a boy named Casval, Char takes the chance to pry just a bit. He feigns ignorance on the subject, but you fill him in slightly from your perspective. To his surprise, you don't talk about Casval and Artesia through the lens of politics but through the lens of a fond memory. You talk about the afternoons you had spent in their company, the way you had been so happy. Char keeps his reactions carefully controlled, he can’t risk seeming overly interested, but equally avoids dismissing your story. He drinks in every word. Something you say about him- about Casval- stands out. The way you describe him; there’s a fondness in your voice, as well as a sadness, and the words you use seem soft with affection. Your voice seems suddenly present, though still warm, when you speak, “He was my first love.” you turn to Char then, like you expect some kind of reaction. 

Do you hope he’ll be jealous? You’ll have to try harder. He fights down the smile that threatens to cross his lips; your feelings are evident to him in that moment. For all the little flirtations between the two of you since rekindling your relationship, you’d been falling for him as he had for you- or more accurately- you’d been falling back in love with him. 

You carry on, turning back to him, with the softness of your words now shining in your eyes. You seem emboldened by your recollection of the past, as if you’ve come to a revelation. If he had the chance, he’d tease you about discussing your past love life so openly, and with the man you were nearly courting, no less. But it was charming, he would assure you, how you could love so deeply after so long. It’s one of the many things about you that he’s grown fond of.

Before he gets the chance, you speak once again, “you must know that, though.” your voice is light, almost giddy with a sort of joy, spoken quietly. It takes him by surprise. What? What could you possibly be on about now?  He watches the shape of your lips around the syllables that follow, unmistakably shaping the name he’d left behind. His real name. “Casval.”

A million different revelations reach him at once. You know who he is. You’ve always known who he is. You know who he is and you still told him of your crush. You’d confessed your love for him. You meant to confess your love for him. His name- his real name- sounds perfect on your lips. You know who he is and you love him, and you always had. 

Being seen for what he is- who he is- is strange. For a second, it brings forth a claustrophobic sense of dread. You remember him- when he was childish and small and fumbled uselessly with his words in your presence. You remember him when he was a spoiled child with an ill mannered tongue and a frigid gaze. You remember his family and what they stood for and what had happened to them. For such a split second, he feels as if you can see him in his entirety, aware of all of his plans and schemes and ambitions. But the easiness of your words assure him otherwise. You wouldn’t speak to him so easily if you knew all the creeping thoughts he swallows down.

He should be upset by this- if he can’t even hide his identity from one person, how can he possibly hope to fool the rest of the galaxy. If you’d known, why had you played along? If you’d known, why wait until now to tell him so? He realizes that something in his plan had gone horribly wrong, and it was you. Reaching out to you had compromised everything. He doesn't regret it though, not really. If you were going to reveal him to the nation of zeon, you would have by now. Instead, you breathe the words in a quiet tone, just between the two of you. A secret between just the two of you. He lets a smile play on his lips.

Char reaches forward, into the space between you to take your hand. It fits in his perfectly, like he knew it would. You don’t pull away. “You’ve figured me out, hm?” There's a lilt of humor to his voice, comfortable despite the sudden reveal. As if you hadn’t surprised him a bit. But he knows his words are only half true- he’d never fooled you to begin with. It’s disconcerting, that you can see right through his ruse, that you figured him out and now he knows he’ll never be rid of you- nor you of him. Because now he could never let you go. Char Aznable- once Casval Rem Deikun- had been a constant in your life, and would remain that way, he’d see to that. 

For now, the two of you stand hand in hand, all at once everything between you feels different. You’d been confident moments ago, but now your heart stutters with the knowledge that you had passed the point of no return. Char is suddenly so certain of what your future held, and you for once are unable to tell who was standing beside you. Casval had returned to you, but not as he was. The man beside you now is unmistakably Char Aznable, no one else. 

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