#important questions. silly nonetheless

[scoliosisgoblin]

doodles of the gay idiots feat Mona and my girlfriend's oc, Lilly :) (who is also a gay idiot)

[thebestsetter]

"If I was a color, I think I'd be yellow"

"Why?"

"Non-important. I just feel it"

He has never seen yellow the same way again. It was everywhere. He looked for it everywhere. And everytime, without fail, he remembered you. A pretty sunflower. Your blinding smile. A little minion figure he saw on the mall. You crying after watching the latest "Despicable Me" movie (and him laughing at your cute stupid crying face). A silly Winnie the Pooh keychain on a crying child's backpack. You talking to the said sad kid you both saw on the street and trying to cheer them up, playing with them and making sure they were smiling, their worries melting away in the speed of light (you'd make such a great mother, he thinks, making his face grow bright red right after). The sun in all of it's glory. You. You. You. You.

You were like a plague infecting his brain and soul. He couldn't focus on anything anymore because you were always running through his head, the sound of your laugh playing inside his mind 24/7 and driving him half insane. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to ask you why you said to him you were yellow. How did you know? What made you so sure of it? Why you had put him under this spell in which everytime he catches just the smallest and quickest glimpse of yellow, the image of you came flooding his mind and senses? Did you even think about him the same amount of times he thought about you? He didn't know. He couldn't know unless he asked you. And it was not fair. Not fair at all.

"Remember that day you told me you were yellow?"

"Yeah" you said, stopping mid-sip of your milkshake and looking at him with your beautiful a confused face "Yeah, I do. Why?"

"You never gave me an answer to the question I asked you that day" he ignored how the first sentence you said made his heart fluster and his stomach go silly.

"Which question?" How humilliating. He's gonna have to swallow his pride and repeat it. Utterly ridiculous.

"Why?" He couldn't care less about how hurt his ego was right now "Actually, how. How did you know you're yellow?"

"Easy. It's 'cause yellow and purple are opposites, so they look good when put together"

"What?"

"Yellow and purple are on opposite sides of the color wheel, silly! So they're complementary colors and go well together"

"I know that. But what does purple have to do with you being yellow?"

"You remind me of purple"

And suddenly, he realized yellow has never been alone. Next to the beautiful sunflower, there's a bellflower, that looks gloom when compared to the yellow plant, but basks in the joy it seems to bring nonetheless. Just like you are the one to bring joy to his life. Beside the minion figure, there's a figure of those bad purple minions, and while one is considered pretty, funny and nice, the other one is scary, angry and people tend to avoid them. It reminds him of you two: extroverted and kind you and introverted and rude him. Perfect opposites. Perfect together. He hadn't noticed before, but the child's backpack was purple, and this memory was followed by the the sound of the laughs you and the little fella shared. Kids should always be happy, smiling, harmless and having fun. Comfortable. Safe. In that way, you make him feel like a little kid. Your warm embrace, so protective and oh so motherly. He feels relaxed around you. Overjoyed. And even though he doesn't smile a lot, you always seem to make him want to crack a real, big grin. It must be a superpower of yours. Lastly, the sun, always followed by the moon. Even though they don't "meet" often, when they do, they create one of the prettiest phenomena known to humanity: an eclipse. They're always apart, but when they're together, it's so beautiful that the whole world stops to see.

"That's cringy. And kinda stupid."

"No it's not! We're a perfect duo! Just admit it!!"

"'Course we are"

"What did you say? I didn't quite hear you!!"

"I'm not saying it again."

So don't act surprised when your wedding is full of beautiful sunflowers and bellflowers. You should see it coming. They look good together right? Just like you two.

RIN ITOSHI, Kunigami Rensuke, Nagi Seishiro, MICHAEL KAISER, Barou Shohei, SAE ITOSHI, TODOROKI SHOTO, SHINSOU HITOSHI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, TSUKISHIMA KEI (his name's kanji meaning moon is just so-- perfect fot this fic) , Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarou, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + any character you think fits this!!

Curiosity!!!: Bellflowers mean "everlasting love and commitment" in flower language, while sunflowers mean steadfast love!!

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Wrote this in the middle of my portuguese class. I hate it. I'm in love with him

[alltimefail]

Why doesn't Edwin call Charles, "Charlie?"

I shared the isolated audio of Charles' death scene where his "friends" taunted him as they killed him, and in that video, they called him "Charlie." This confirmed what many people in fandom already believed: Charles, a sporty teenage boy in the 80s, would not have gone by his proper first name and likely went by a nickname/shortened version of his name instead.

Now that we know that to be true, it does beg the question: why does Edwin call him Charles? I told you all not to get me started on this in the tags, but you stinkers want me to yap, so let's get into it! 😜

This is a very uninteresting answer, but I think Edwin does not call Charles "Charlie" simply because Charles did not introduce himself as such. Had he introduced himself as Charlie, I don't think Edwin would call him anything else.

This actually brings us to the "meat" of this analysis, and the more important question we need to ask: why would Charles choose not to introduce himself as "Charlie" if that's what people seemed to call him?

I have a couple of theories:

The first one: when Charles meets Edwin he's in a fragile state. A boy he's never seen in all his time at school approaches him, seeming to come out of thin air, just to bring him a lantern without any strings attached (even though Charles cannot give him anything in return). Charles has never experienced that kind of unconditional kindness in his life, and I'm sure that alone was enough to be a bit earth-shaking, mind-scrambling, and intimidating.

But it doesn't end there! The boy who brings the lantern is also claiming to be dead. Delerium/hallucinations are a common symptom of hypothermia so Charles could have though that Edwin was not real or was maybe even some kind of angel-like figure coming to keep him company in his final moments. I mean, the boy's wearing a dated school uniform, enters in a halo glow of golden light, and can walk through walls...it's not the wildest conclusion to jump to.

I think either of thos things individually or a combination of having your guard up, being a bit frazzled from the whole "dying" thing, and believing you're in the presence of an ethereal deity (combined with the fact that you're a people pleaser at your core) is enough to feel compelled to introduce yourself not in formal manner. Not to mention if Edwin introduced himself first, hand outstretched in a formal matter and proper posh accent on full display (something I can totally see him doing), Charles might have felt a bit silly calling himself by such a casual title.

While I think all of this can be varying degrees of true, however, my biggest personal headcanon is that Charles might not have introduced himself as Charlie because who's to say he LIKED that nickname? My circumstances were similar to Charles' growing up, I also had many nicknames from friends and family that I didn't ask for but was given anyway against my will... and I always hated it. Still cringe at some of them to this day, actually! So I think it's possible that Charlie Rowland met Edwin Payne, with all his formal stature and proper professional-sounding name, and took the opportunity to choose what he'd like to go by, without the influence of family or friends. In that way, his chosen identity that would kick off the rest of his existence moving forward (unknown to him at the moment, but true from a narrative standpoint nonetheless) serves as a "Taking your power back" moment for Charles who literally just heard the name "Charlie" being hurled at him as he begged for mercy from people who were supposed to be his friends. Even if he tolerated the nickname "Charlie" before, it certainly wouldn't have fond associations following the event that ended his life (if it had any positive associations to begin with).

Again, speaking from experience, Charlie also sounds like the kind of nickname that could be sugar-sweet on some tongues, innocent even, (his mother cooing over a young Charles), but terrifying from an abusive figure... a scathing kind of mockery. I've always imagined that Charles' dad more than likely called him Charlie, for example, and not in a fond, loving way (in the same way his so-called "friends" were not doing so in a loving way).

So yeah, why would Charles WANT to go by Charlie?

Now that we've established that, we can go back to Edwin...what you came here for!

All that in mind, I still don't see Edwin as the nickname type at all. From a romance standpoint I could maybe see him using a few dated, sappy endearments, but we don't ever hear him use a casual name toward anyone. In his lifetime Charlie would have been a perfectly normal name, but the kind of "fond" nicknaming practices and casual male friendships that happened in 1989 were not common practices in 1916, the Edwardian era. Even with his infinite fondness of Charles, I could never see Edwin uttering "Charlie." It doesn't feel right.

Plus, let's be honest: Edwin says Charles' name with enough love and reverence that he doesn't need to use an endearment. His tone says it all (lol).

Beyond that though, like I said above, I can't see Edwin feeling to impulse to call him "Charlie" because that's not how Charles introduced himself. Edwin strikes me as the kind of person that would be like, "If he wanted to be called Charlie, he surely would have said as much" and left it at that. But a name like Charlie also conveys a sort of youthfulness, and while he and Charles are 16 forever, technically, they have been detached from their lives for a long time and they're MUCH older than 16 in experience and in their professional life.

The only question I was left with, and one I've seen several people ponder, is why Charles would suggest they call The Night Nurse Charlie, (like from Charlie's Angels), as it seems a bit strange if his own name is Charlie/he went by Charlie. My answer/interpretation isn't that exciting, but it's one I feel makes the most sense: I honestly think this can easily be explained away by the fact that Charles is so far removed from that identity and so dissociated from his life that he no longer associates the name "Charlie" with himself in any way. Like it literally didn't even occur to him, in that moment, that Charlie/Charles are so similar because he has built a barrier in his mind between himself and that nickname; they're two entirely different identifiers to him. Whether that be a coping mechanism, or simply just something he wasn't thinking so deeply about (it has been 30 years since anyone called him that, except for Brad and Hunter in Port Townsend), we can't say for sure. However, it's clear Charles does not want to go by Charlie, and at least now we can safely assume why.

Let me know your thoughts! Do you agree with my interpretation? Do you have your own opinion that I didn't cover? Feel free to share with me!

Keep streaming Dead Boy Detectives & screaming about it ! Hugs to each and every one of you! 💜

[dixons-sunshine]

The Importance Of Secret Keeping | Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader

Summary: When Rick brought in the former Woodbury residents, Daryl tried to stay away from them. However, a little girl had made him her unofficial best friend, and she revealed some pretty interesting things to him about you.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Prison, pre season 4.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 1.3k.

A/n: This isn't the best because I couldn't really focus while writing this, but I wanted to get this done. I hope you like this nonetheless!

“Daryl, are you a tree?” Hazel asked innocently, skipping alongside the archer who had just returned from his run.

Daryl raised his eyebrows in surprise at the six year old's question. He sent a nod in Rick's direction, before extending his hand to the little girl to help her bound up the stairs that lead to the cell blocks.

“No, I ain't a tree,” Daryl replied to Hazel's question, pushing open the door that lead into the cell blocks.

“I didn't think so,” Hazel responded instantly, using her hand that held Daryl's to swing their arms in a childlike manner.

Daryl's lips twitched up into a small smile at the girl's antics, allowing her to swing his arm as they walked. “Then why'd ya ask, kiddo?”

“Because Mama said you have arms like tree trunks,” Hazel replied, before giggling and shaking her head. “Silly Mama. She thinks you're a tree. You should tell her you're not.”

Daryl's eyes widened in shock at Hazel's confession. He stopped in his tracks and withdrew his hand from the small girl's grip, making her turn around and look at Daryl in confusion.

“Daryl?”

“Yer mama really said tha'?” the archer questioned in surprise.

“Yeah! Mama says a lot of things about you. She talks about you with Michonne all the time,” Hazel happily told him. “Her thinking you're a tree is silly, though.”

Daryl hummed in acknowledgement, willing the blush spreading across his face to go away. He started walking again and Hazel bounded next to him. “Wha' else does yer mama say 'bout me?”

“She says you have a cute butt,” Hazel began, before making an over exaggerated disgusted face. “Butts are gross.”

“Yeah, butts are gross,” Daryl chuckled, leading the six year old into the cellblock and up into his own cell. “Dun' know why yer mama would think mine s'cute.” He allowed Hazel to rush into his cell, her attention instantly going to the boardgame they had been playing the day before.

“Are you going to be my new daddy, Daryl?” Hazel asked suddenly, eliciting a confused scoff from the man.

“Why ya askin' tha'?” he inquired, sitting down on his bed. He toed off his boots and grabbed some jerky he had made, before flopping down onto his back, the thin mattress offering some form of relief for the tired archer. He began chewing on the dry meat, turning his attention back to the young girl.

Hazel climbed onto the bed, making herself comfortable by his feet. “Because Mama said that you have daddy vibes.”

That caught Daryl off guard. He choked on the jerky, his airway cut off. He sat up and hit himself against his chest, soon successfully ridding his airway of the thing that almost killed him. He looked at Hazel in shock, the little girl looking back at him in confusion.

Catching his breath, Daryl shook his head at Hazel. “Nah, I ain't gon' be yer new daddy. Yer mama must've been talkin' 'bout someone else.”

Hazel shook her head in disagreement. “No, Mama was talking about you, Daryl. She said your name when she said that.”

Daryl looked at Hazel in shock and slowly nodded. He had a hard time believing that you, the no-nonsense lady who was one of the very few Woodbury residents who actually knew how to handle herself against the dead, had taken an interest like that in him. There was no way that the woman he had taken an unexpected liking to, a liking that had soon morphed into something that wasn't platonic, liked him like that. He just couldn't believe it.

“Mama also said she'd look better in your shirt,” Hazel said, interrupting his train of thought.

Daryl inhaled sharply. He thought about her words for a moment before nodding to himself, picturing you in his shirt. “Yeah, she would,” he mumbled to himself.

“What?” Hazel asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Daryl quickly shook his head. “Nothin'. S'nothin'.”

As if appearing out of thin air, you showed up at his cell, quietly knocking on the doorframe. Hazel's attention shifted towards the door and she quickly clambered off the bed. She excitedly sprinted towards you and you caught her in a big hug, placing a small kiss on top of her head.

“Hey, Baby,” you greeted her, looking up at Daryl and sending him a shy smile. “Hey, Daryl.”

Daryl, now cursed with knowledge about what you thought of him, could feel his cheeks heating up. He sent you a small nod. “Hey.”

You looked down at your daughter again, about to usher her out of the cell with you, but she saw someone walking outside, and she wiggled herself out of your arms to run to that person. “Michonne!”

“Hazel!” you called out to her, peeping out of the cell just in time to see Michonne embrace the girl in a hug.

Michonne looked up at you and waved you off. “I got her. I'll get her settled down for the night. You say goodnight to your crush.”

You ducked your head in embarrassment and sent her a crude gesture with your middle finger, eliciting a laugh from her. “Fuck you, Michonne,” you mouthed to her, watching her leave with Hazel.

Shaking your head, you turned back around and almost ran into the archer. Daryl steadied you, and you could feel the heat seeping from his hands to your arms.

“Ya alrigh'?” he asked you, his blue eyes gazing deeply into yours.

You nodded, your breath leaving you due to the close proximity you had with the man. “I'm good,” you whispered in confirmation, your heart speeding up.

Daryl, overcome by a rare sense of confidence, hummed and smirked slightly. “Ya sure? My tree trunk arms didn't chaffe yer shirt or anythin'?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you took a step back. “What?”

“Ya need my shirt instead? I bet ya will look better in it than any of yer own shirts.”

Realization dawned on you. “Hazel—”

“Yeah,” Daryl cut you off, smiling slightly at the way your eyes widened. “Said ya think my butt looks real cute, too. She said other things too, but m'not gon' embarrass ya any more.”

“God, she really exposed me, huh?” you laughed shyly, ducking your head to avoid the archer's eyes.

Daryl moved forward and cupped your chin, lifting your head to look at him. The air between the two of you shifted, an unexplainable electricity forming. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, silently asking for permission.

However, before anything could happen, Hazel came bounding into Daryl's cell again, Michonne hot on her tail. Daryl quickly pulled away and took a step back, and you straightened yourself.

Michonne looked between you and Daryl with a knowing smirk. Daryl blushed and ducked his head, while you pursed your lips and sent her a warning glare. “Don't even think about it,” you mouthed to her, moving away from Daryl to pick up your daughter. “What are you doing here, Baby? I thought auntie Michonne was putting you to bed.”

“I want you to do it, Mama,” Hazel explained, lowering her head to rest on your shoulder. She waved at Daryl, giggling into your shoulder. “Goodnight, Daryl.”

“Nigh',” Daryl greeted her, sharing a shy nod with you. “I'll, uh, see ya tomorrow, righ'?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, casting your eyes away from him. “Goodnight, Daryl.”

With that, you turned and walked out of the cell with Michonne, leaving Daryl alone in his cell. The archer, confused by everything that happened, sat himself down on the bed. However, he chuckled to himself when he heard your voice from down the hall.

“Hazel, how about for tonight's bedtime story, I teach you about the importance of keeping secrets?”

Yeah, Daryl thought, Hazel definitely wasn't lying. And he took that as an invitation to finally confess to you.

Which he did, that very next day, while you were on watch duty.

[nothing0fnothing]

As a young girl in the church I was taught to "respect myself."

We were told it from every angle. Our teachers, our preachers, our parents. "As a woman you have to respect yourselves." "How can men respect you if you're not respectful of yourself?"

I'm not sure why an 11 year old girl needed tips on how to make men respect her, but they felt it was important nonetheless.

So I educated myself and spoke my mind. I wanted to be respected for how clever I was. I asked questions that were thoughtful and well reasoned, I corrected elders when they were wrong and I focused on knowing as much as I could.

They didn't like that.

So I put all that aside, and instead I learned about feminism. I decided I should be respected for how firm I was. I said no loudly and clearly. I made my boundaries known and I reacted loudly when they were crossed.

They didn't mean like that either.

So instead, I put myself in therapy. I wanted to be respected for how self assured I was. I started caring for myself and putting me first. I healed from my trauma and learned how to not repeat old cycles, and everyone who I could, I brought them up with me.

They didn't like that at all.

No, apparently the type of self respect they wanted me to learn was the type where I beleived lies at face value, said nothing to those who crossed my boundaries and wallowed in depression and toxic cycles. But also like, while keeping my shoulders covered or something.

Silly me.

[thebenjiblackwoodexpress]

Delicate part.2

Gwayne Hightower x reader

Description: Gwayne finds himself enamoured by his sister's friend, though the lady in question seems implacable to his charms, and he seeks to impress her through his swordsmanship.

Part 1

Writer's note: thank you for all the lovely comments on part 1 💚 more Gwayne content incoming.

Warnings: female reader, touch averse reader.

The mellow light of the sun broke through the window of Gwayne's chambers early the next day, as he dressed in the velvet green brigandine of his house and his metal vambraces and pauldrons, in preparation for his training that day. His mind was pleasantly occupied in thinking of how contented he was to be reunited with his sister, as well as how intrigued he was by her lovely friend. Struck by her pretty features, quick wit, easy humour and the care she evidently felt for his beloved sister, he was eager to meet her again.

After Alicent had risen and broken her fast with him, he offered her his arm, eager to join her on her daily excursions. "Lead the way, sister. I am your servant." He smirked at her.

"I thought we might ask Y/N to join us on a walk around the grounds so that we can both give you a tour of the Keep."

Smiling down at his sister, Gwayne inwardly rejoiced at the thought of meeting Y/N again. "A charming idea. It's a good thing I have two arms for either of you to take a hold of, or we should be lost."

Gwayne was confused to see Alicent's brow furrow and a small frown downturn her lips at what he had meant to be a playful rejoinder. Lowering his head to examine her face in concern, he murmured "are you well, sister?"

Patting his arm affectionately, Alicent responded, smiling once again up at him. "You will have to be careful not to frighten Y/N with your usual behaviour. She is not fond of being touched by others and may not wish to take your arm. She means no offence by it."

Slightly puzzled by this but, nonetheless, taking note of it in his mind so as not to offend the lady when he only meant to be attentive and chivalrous, he continued to walk with his sister in the direction of her friend's apartments in the Keep.

As they walked, Alicent informed Gwayne that her friend was the daughter of an important member of the King’s Council, that her relationship was as strained with her own father as theirs was with Otto Hightower, and that Alicent and Lady Y/N had become fast friends over the course of the last few months.

Stopping in front of a pair of large oak doors, the guards admitted Alicent almost immediately, recognising her from her frequent visits to Y/N. They waited only a few moments before the guard returned with Lady Y/N, who smiled affectionately at Alicent, and nodded deferentially in Gwayne’s direction.

“Alicent, I wasn’t expecting to see you so early. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”

“Don’t be silly Y/N, we have been waiting but a moment. We only wanted to ask whether you might want to join us on a walk about the grounds. I know Gwayne is keen for us to give him a tour of the Keep.”

Looking slightly hesitant at this, Y/N responded, clasping her hands together.

“Wouldn’t you prefer to spend the day together without a third party imposing?”

Gwayne took this opportunity to address himself to Y/N.

“There would be no imposition at all. Indeed, my Lady, I would be most grateful for your company on the tour.” Smiling at her encouragingly, as he did so.

Seeing Alicent nod her head in excited accord, Y/N’s smile grew wider, and Gwayne felt his heart stutter at the sight.

“Then I shall be very happy to join you.”

As she strode towards them, Gwayne could not resist tilting his free elbow out towards her, almost imperceptibly, allowing her the choice to take it or decline it without the embarrassment of verbally rejecting such an offer.

Y/N looked at him curiously as he did this, an almost apologetic expression overtaking her features, before she moved to stand on the other side of Alicent, avoiding his proffered arm.

Turning with his sister and her friend in tow, Gwayne tried to temper his disappointment at Y/N’s rejection of his arm, reminding himself that she seemed to dislike such close proximity and that it was not personal. At least, he hoped such was the case, and that she was not still offended by his behaviour the day before. Seeing her smile and walk comfortably in his presence, answering his questions about the Keep, he assured himself that she was not. Still, he allowed himself to hope that, perhaps, in time, she would not find his assistance so objectionable.

After Alicent and Y/N had taken him on an extensive tour of the Keep, and the three had picnicked together under the white tree in the courtyard, Gwayne rose to make his excuses to the ladies and go to the training yard.

Just as he was about to bow respectfully towards both and kiss his sister’s hand, although not Y/N’s, fearing it would be objectionable to her, Alicent arrested him in his movements.

“Oh Gwayne, we should very much like to see you train. I would like to see how your swordsmanship has improved since I last saw you train.”

Looking over at her friend excitedly, Y/N surprised him by turning to direct a radiant smile at him and a laugh.

“Indeed, I am most eager to see if Ser Gwayne can, in fact, use a sword, since he has invested so much confidence in his charm to disarm the other knights.”

Laughing at this, elated at how quickly Y/N fit into his and Alicent’s usually closed off, private world together, he winked at her.

“I’m not sure where Alicent gets these ideas of my fine swordsmanship from, since I have clearly admitted to having never used one before, but I will gladly demonstrate to you ladies how I employ what Lady Y/N has kindly called my disarming charm.”

Gwayne only laughed harder when he saw Y/N’s mouth upturn and her brow raise in mock consternation, as she realised the trap her words had led her into.

Having helped Alicent to her feet, Gwayne offered his hand out to Y/N to assist her ascent from the grass, forgetting her aversion to physical contact. Remembering only when he had already offered his hand, and was internally rebuking himself for doing so, he was surprised and elated when she hesitantly placed her smaller hand in his, and allowed him to pull her up.

Unable to repress his smile at her acceptance of his aid, he nonetheless took a pace back, allowing a respectful distance for Y/N to choose whether she would walk on his side or Alicent’s, to continue to the training yard.

Y/N returned to Alicent’s side as they made their way to the training ground and Gwayne humoured the ladies, as they continued to suggest that they would have to carry the sword for him and that he was bound to be killed immediately, for he would, “no doubt, be distracted by the reflection of his charming smile in his opponent’s helmet,” Y/N cleverly accused.

Smiling at her with renewed confidence, he responded.

“I am glad to hear, my Lady, that you find my smile charming. Let us hope that the same can be said for my opponent, else I am bound to be slain, as you so prettily predict.”

Seeing a light blush growing on her cheeks, Gwayne’s smile only grew, but he directed his gaze ahead of him so as not to embarrass her further.

After leading the ladies to a seat on a low balcony overhanging the training yard, Gwayne bowed at each in turn before descending to begin his training for the afternoon. Sauntering confidently towards the sword rack, he returned the condescending smirks or glares of the older knights, with an arrogant smile and jaunty nod of his head in their directions. He sought to conceal his real nervousness at training in front of knights who were his seniors in both age and combat experience. He was also eager to prove himself as a capable knight, worthy of being his sister's champion. His desire to impress his sister's lovely friend was an additional consideration that did not prevent him from pretending to struggle to lift a sword, in order to gain the amusement of the ladies. Looking up at the balcony upon hearing their laughter at his antics, he raised the sword properly in his grasp, directing his most charming smile at them.

"When you've finished amusing the ladies, I would urge you to direct your sword to better use against mine, young Ser."

Turning to meet the sneer of the knight before him, Gwayne ignored the condescension of his challenge and responded with a respectful smile and nod of his head.

"Whilst I will never finish amusing the ladies, my good man, I would be only too happy to accept your challenge. Happily, the two things are not incomensurate."

Raising his sword across him in a defencive position, Gwayne noted the knight's arrogant smirk, clearing anticipating him to pose no significant challenge; he was not the first knight to make this mistake, assuming that Gwayne's lack of years and experience would make him an easy target.

The two knights circled each other or, in Gwayne's case, sauntered casually around the other before the challenger rushed at Gwayne with his sword. Gwayne swiftly positioned his sword behind him, flat against his back, only moving his torso slightly this way and that to avoid the clumsy strikes of the knight before him. As the knight swung his sword at Gwayne's neck, Gwayne swiftly evaded the stroke, tilting his head back, before twisting out of the way of another blow and raising his own sword for the first time. Bringing his sword down in one swift arc to disarm his opponent, as their sword clattered yards away at the force of Gwayne's parry.

A look of disbelief and then rage swept across his opponent's face, as Gwayne smirked knowingly at him and lowered his head in a deferential bow.

Hearing enthusiastic applause, Gwayne looked up at the balcony and felt his heart soar at the sight of his beloved sister and the lovely lady, he had so sought to impress, clapping and smiling down at him. Internally buoyed up at the thought that he had really comported himself as a worthy knight and protector of his sister and her friend, he could not surpress a boyish grin. He promptly  held one hand to his heart and his other arm extended out, before bowing dramatically at them both in what he hoped was a gallant fashion. He was rewarded by their laughter, once again, but he was delighted to see real admiration for his swordmanship in their eyes.

Flourishing his sword in a complicated pattern before returning it to his side, he called up to the ladies.

"It appears that your champion will not be so easy to fell as feared, my sweet sister, although I hope Lady Y/N will continue to place her faith in my disarming smile and gallantry."

Gwayne rejoiced in his sister's sweet laughter at his jest and in Lady Y/N's pretty blush at his remark. He found himself hoping that he could elicit such a response from her again, his heart rate increasing as she shly looked away, even as he could see from her upturned lips that she was supressing her own laughter. Perhaps she was not so implacable to his charm as he had begun to fear.

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[lilith-hazel-mathematics]

Hi there, I’m not a mathematician, so idk if my question is silly, but why is it that integers in set theory are defined as a composition of all the previous integers instead of something simpler like for example just the set containing the previous integer? Is there something that makes the way we official define integers useful, or was it something like “this works, good enough”?

Hey, thanks for your question. What you're describing is actually Zermelo's construction of the integers, which uses the successor function S(n)={n}. You may recognize the name "Zermelo" from his greatest hit "Zermelo-Frankel set theory", the all-time most popular theory of sets, and arguably the de facto foundation of all modern mathematics. So, you are in good company in thinking that's the obvious implementation. However, the Von Neumann implementation (used in Hazel's "count to 100" challenge) is considered to be superior, which I think is for three main reasons.

The first and probably weakest reason is its convenience in defining the "<" relation. Under the Zermelo convention, you need to define "<" using the Recursion theorem, but it's much easier to prove Recursion when you already have "<" at your disposal. Having to prove the Recursion theorem without ever mentioning "<" is a pain in the ass. It's not terribly difficult to prove Recursion if you have access to the axiom of infinity, but it's way harder from a finitistic set theory, and that difficulty is compounded if you can't mention the "<" relation (I've done it and it's fucking annoying). I'm not a dirty finitist*, but I do have a deep interest in reverse mathematics, so these kinds of pragmatic concerns are important to me. Under the Von Neumann implementation, we simply have n<k if and only if n∈k, and the successor operation S(n)=n∪{n} isn't much more complicated. (*finitism is an unpopular but nonetheless respected mathematical philosophy, me calling it "dirty" is a joke.)

The second reason is its relationship to cardinality: as a set, a finite ordinal n contains exactly n elements, provided we use Von Neumann's implementation. For example, 0={} has 0 members, similarly 2={0,1} has 2 members, and so on. Besides being elegant for obvious subjective reasons, it's also pretty convenient in certain technical aspects. For example, there's an important set theoretic operation called set exponentiation, where Y^X denotes the set of all functions f mapping X→Y. In the finite case, it holds that |Y^X|=|Y|^|X|, hence the name and notation. This overlaps with the ordinary notation for the set of ordered pairs, X^2 = {(a,b) : a,b∈X}. This is compatible with the set exponentiation operation, but only if we use the convention 2={0,1}. That is, the ordered pair can be thought of as a function with domain {0,1}, in the sense that (a,b)[0]=a and similarly (a,b)[1]=b. This doesn't work under Zermelo's convention. A similar issue arises for triplets at 3, quadruplets at 4, and so on, essentially forcing the Von Neumann implementation all the way up, if we want this elegance. There are other technical roadblocks I'm sweeping under the rug (roadblock shaped like "a function is a set of ordered pairs"), but this answer is long enough already.

The third reason I'll say, and certainly the strongest, is its relationship to infinite ordinal numbers. Infinite ordinals are unbelievably important in set theory, for like a trillion reasons I could talk about for an entire decade, so it's pretty important to have some kind of implementation. The least infinite ordinal is named ω, which is the least nonzero ordinal obeying the property ∀(n<ω), n+1<ω. In other words, ω has no immediate predecessor. Under the Von Neumann implementation, we can simply say ω={n : n is a finite ordinal}, albeit the formal way to say "n is a finite ordinal" is a mouthful of logic. This extends to larger ordinals, in the sense that Von Neumann's convention allows us to easily construct ordinals of any infinite size. There's no good way to extend Zermelo's implementation to the infinite ordinals, so it's just not as good.

TL;DR Zermelo's convention works, but it's very slightly more inconvenient in almost every conceivable way. Nobody actually writes out Von Neumann ordinals by hand (except as a fun joke), so there are no downsides.... unless you don't have Axiom of Replacement, since then you have to use a completely different third convention which almost nobody knows about.

-Lilith

[enzenwriting]

7 days- without a week (1.1k words)

Jake sim x reader. #childhood friend to stranger #angst

Unfortunately, you’re stuck on a cliche “childhood best friend turned into crush” :( - but can you help it? It’s Jake Sim we’re talking about here.

You literally grew up with this silly boy- from nursery school to now- last year of your university. Despite having different interest and class majors, you both got in the same university and have the time to see each other in between. (How? You’ll never know🤷‍♀️)

Your crush in question is quite the entertainment amongst your friends. Not that you’re obnoxious with your gestures/feeling, but it’s no secret to anyone that you like Jake.

Jake has basketball practice after school? You take ice cream for him and his friends when you pass by the school store!

Jake’s favourite football and basketball team game is airing? yeah you’re watching that with Jake.

(And Jake brings your favourite snacks and cuddles too<3)

Your friends says you’re absolutely down bad for the boy, but you’d like to think you’re just affectionate in nature - it’s not like you don’t show affection towards your own friends too.

“Let me guess, your MBTI is an F?” - Jungwon first time meeting you. “No, I’m pre-T, cu-T-” y/n … shut up please

Anyway.

It’s not like Jake doesn’t return the affection half of the time? Man is touchy. Arms around your shoulders, biting your shoulder when he can’t win an argument with you and sharing food? (not that you mind…. You really don’t…. please continue…… forever)

“That’s because we’re best friends” He tells Sunghoon with a tsk when Hoon gets tired of third wheeling. The eyerollll he gets from Hoon every time fr is enough to say stfu.

The guys just want to *bonk* him. Wake up Sim!

You realise this cycle had been as what it had always been since you realise your feelings but you know enough not to push the boundaries between the two of you to make it awkward and destroy you friendship

So today isn’t really any different except Jake gets benched for a day because he wouldn’t shut up about fishing instead of practising. This is never good because Jake Sim is PASSIONATE about his hobbies and sports.

The team also has an important game in a couple of weeks so wasting this time on the bench very counterproductive.

You do you your daily visit, ready to share your snacks with Jake and the rest of the boys and that’s when you notice his small frown and bitten bottom lips.

“Jakey, you okay? Want to talk somewhere? ” You test the water because a moody Jake Sim is a land mine sometimes. it takes talking to get him out from his danger zone

“No” you’re not fazed at his abrupt answer but it breaks your heart to see him like this. He mumbles something along of “I’m fine” but nonetheless your stubborn self didn’t believe him. His happiness was your happiness, after all.

“Come on Jakey, let’s go somewhere to talk-“

“Oooh baby Jakey, talk to your girlfriend to calm your ass down. Maybe you can cuddle it out right girlfriend?” One of the guy yells across the court, laughing boisterously.

“Come on guys, it’s not like that. We’re not dating” you respond, trying to dismay the guys not to provoke Jake further.

“Yet!” Heeseung winks. “You’ve got to try harder y/n!”

“I guess” you whispered, just wanting them to lose interest at both of your business and focus on cheering Jake at the very moment.

You sigh, look falling towards Jake when all too sudden, you feel his fingers arms around your forearm, quietly dragging you out of the court and a couple of room away from the place.

“What was that bout?” he exclaimed, voice barely above whispered, a slight growl evident in his deep voice.

“What are you talking bout?” you raised your brow, tugging on the sleeves of your hoodie nervously as you feel the tension between the two of you.

“Don’t act dumb y/n. You know what you were doing with all the girlfriend talk and trying to be more than what we are”

“Is it that bad to try? I care about you as friend too. My intentions aren’t all motivated by trying to be more than that.” Your attempt to explain yourself was futile when Jake interupts you

“What fuck y/n? You know I hate it when you talk about trying to be more than my friend!”

“I didn’t start it! I didn’t even mean just that too! I’m trying to make you feel better-“

“Still!!” He exclaimed and you can see the frustration in his expressions. “You ran with it and you’re motivating them”

“I just thought… I thought it would shut them up”

“Well you thought wrong” Jake ran his hand through his hair in frustration, backing away from you. “You have no idea how it feels to have your friend and strangers constantly nagging you to do and what not to do!”

“Jakey, you should just accept poor y/n’s feelings! don’t reject her so much! You two are definitely more than friends!!” He mimicked comments you’ve heard many times from others too. His voice was getting deeper as words kept coming out. His fists were clenching every second. The image of the golden puppy boy was gone. “I’ms tired of it, y/n!” he yelled.

“I’m sick and tired of you constantly forcing me to act like a couple!” You held your breath, trying to stay strong at Jake’s eyes starring straight into yours coldly. His finger poking, pointing towards you. “It’s so fucking annoying to have your own best friend push and whine every single day of your life. No matter how many times I fucking turn you down as gently as possible but your stubborn self couldn’t see how annoying this whole thing is for me. I call you best friend every day for heaven sakes!”

You felt your chest tighten with every passing second, you felt like you were bout to burst. Second after seconds, Jake felt very unfamiliar and the situation felt like a nightmare. Not until the following words woke you up in this reality and shattered your remaining resolve

“I don’t like you like that and I never fucking will. I mean it y/n”

Without a second wasted, you slipped out of Jake’s presence and jogged of the stairs, trying to keep your tears in. You felt like your heart had been crushed into pieces. A heart break without the love.

⠀ ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

an/ scream for part 2!!!! because I just broke my own heart with this🤣💔🫵 . Sorry I got too carried away but Jake was VERY mean on this wtf!!!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 : 7 days masterlist

[yayakoishii]

Lucky Bastard | Kalego x Reader

Fandom: Mairimashita! Iruma-kun

Pairing: Naberius Kalego x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre/Tags: Plotless, Silly, Fluff? Crack?

Summary: It's your birthday and the class just found out that you have a husband. Who is the lucky bastard?

A/n: this was absolutely random. it has like, no plot, no purpose, just me writing a short silly fic abt teachers who are married and haven't told the students !! such a fun trope ;; I'm like, 3 eps away from finishing the anime's season 3, but this fic is spoiler free!! hope you enjoy this <3

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You hummed happily under your breath as the students filed in for their lecture. You were one of the most friendly and popular teachers at Babyls because you were approachable and kind. All the students always greet you happily and strike up conversations without hesitation.

"Good morning, (y/n)-sensei!" Elizabetta said cheerfully as she passed by your desk. You wished her back but she paused and instead looked at you with wide eyes. "You look really happy, sensei! Did something good happen?"

"Not quite," you answered, giving her a warm smile. "You could say it hasn't happened yet, I suppose."

"So something good is going to happen?" Lied said from behind Elizabetta. Everyone was in the class already and they all seemed curious about your unusually happy and excited state.

"It's not all that interesting to you guys," you waved it off and gestured to the two to go sit on their seats.

"But I'm curious about what's got you so happy too, sensei," Iruma added. Everyone around was nodding so you just sighed and gave them a tiny smile.

"If I answer your question, will you all be good students and pay attention?" You asked. A chorus of incoherent affirmations echoed and you shushed them. "Alright, alright. It's just that today is my birthday–"

"It's your birthday?!"

"Sensei, you should have told us!"

"We'd have got you a gift!"

"No need for that," you sighed but felt touched nonetheless. "As I was saying, since it's my birthday, the principal let me have the rest of the day free the moment my lectures end so I'm going on a date with my husband. It's been months since we got to go on one, y'know."

There was pin drop silence surprisingly. You blinked and then there were shouts and screams. The class had no clue that you were married! You had somehow let it slip by them without them even realising.

"Calm down, calm down!" You shushed them again. Thankfully they listened and you picked up your book. "Alright now, that's enough about me. You come to school to learn and gain knowledge."

"We just learned something new about you, though, sensei!"

"This is important knowledge too."

"It really isn't," you laughed and opened the textbook to the page you had stopped at last time. "Now. Last lecture, we were discussing the importance of pronunciation when casting spells…"

You started the lecture, unknowing of the commotion you had accidentally also started. Everyone's favourite teacher was married and had a husband? The news spread like wildfire amongst the first years and by the end of the lunch break, everyone was talking about what your husband might be like. The senior students already knew who your husband was but it was always fun to watch the freshmen try to figure it out.

"He has to be a really nice and sweet person to be married to (y/n)-sensei, right?" Kerori suggested. "She wouldn't like someone who is unkind and rude…"

"What if her type is a bad boy though?" One of the boys butted in.

"Can you even imagine that?"

Everyone silently thought over it and decided that Kerori was probably right.

"Whatever he's like, isn't it super romantic?" Elizabetta squealed lightly, hiding her cheeks under her hands. "They're married but she was so excited to go on a date with him! They must be so in love."

"He's one lucky bastard," Lied said, clutching at his chest dramatically.

"Yeah," Clara chimed in, looking jealous. "He gets to play with (y/n)-sensei all the time!"

"Um, guys," Iruma laughed nervously. Everyone looked at him. "Weren't we going to get her a gift?"

Oh.

They forgot all about that.

•

Kalego didn't know what was going on but he could tell that his class was up to something. They were all fidgety and not paying attention (although, that wasn't rare or even surprising) and he could still hear incomprehensible murmurs. They usually did a better job of hiding their conversations too. Something was definitely up.

When the bell rang, a few of them automatically sprang up but Kalego didn't even blink and glared at them.

"Sit down," he said sharply. "We'll have ten minutes more of class time since you all displayed such great concentration today."

The class collectively groaned and started complaining. The purple haired demon crossed his arms over his chest and gave them his meanest look.

"I could have held you back for a whole hour but I have something to do today," he said calmly. "Be grateful it's only ten minutes, you idiots."

"But (y/n)-sensei will be gone by then!" Lied complained. Kalego paused and raised an eyebrow at him.

"And what do you need her for?" He asked, looking even more eviller than usual. Lied shivered and instinctively hid behind Jazz, who just laughed nervously.

"Don't you know, sensei?" Elizabetta tilted her head in question.

"It's her birthday today!" Clara jumped on the spot, vibrating from the desire to escape the classroom. Kalego just stared at them all so the class decided to continue.

"We made her a gift!" Goemon produced a big box wrapped in paper of your favourite colour.

"She will be leaving now," Jazz added. "If we don't give her this now, she'll be gone before we can do it."

"Please, Kalego-sensei," Iruma pleaded, giving his best puppy eyes. Kalego humphed and looked away. He was about to say something when a familiar voice could be heard from outside the classroom.

"Kalego, are you done, dar– Oh!"

You were standing at the doorway, wearing a cute outfit. Surprised by the students inside, you gave them a small smile.

"I'm sorry, is the class not over yet?" You asked Kalego. "I didn't interrupt, did I?"

Everyone turned to look at Kalego who just glared at you then sighed.

"No, we're done," he answered. Everyone cheered and immediately pounced on you, who startled at the sudden enthusiasm as they pushed a big gift in your hands.

"What's this?" You asked, surprised. You hadn't actually expected them to get you a gift so quickly.

"It's something we made for you, sensei," Iruma smiled up at you. Your chest felt warm as you looked at the students who were all beaming and singing happy birthday to you.

"Happy birthday to you~!"

"You're all very sweet," you told them when they finished, ruffling Clara's hair. "Thank you for the gift."

"Anything for our favourite teacher!"

That made you laugh. You were totally going to tease Kalego with this later.

"You look really beautiful, sensei!" Elizabetta beamed. Your eyes softened at her compliment.

"Thank you, I'm sure my husband thought the same when he bought it for me," you smiled down shyly at the outfit. The girls started giggling and awwing over your blush and it only embarrassed you more, considering you could feel Kalego's intense stare over your figure. "Ah, I have to leave now. Kalego?"

"Ready," he popped up next to you and you tightened your arm around the gift as you smiled gently at him. "Let's stop by the dorms first so you can drop your gift off."

"Ah, sure," you nodded. The two of you started walking out. "I'm sure this has nothing to do with the fact that you totally forgot an outfit to change into."

The class watched you two leave, happy from the success of giving you the gift in time. Until…

"Wasn't she going to go on a date with her husband after the lectures?" Lied mumbled.

"Why would Kalego-sensei need to change his clothes?" Kamui asked.

"Why did she come here first?"

"Didn't Kalego-sensei say that he had something to do today?" Even Alice couldn't help but add on to the conversation.

The class looked at each other. There were no words to describe the shock, horror and disbelief they were feeling.

"There's no way."

"We're just jumping to conclusions," Jazz insisted.

"Yeah, there's no way she would ever like someone like him, much less marry…"

Even as they tried to deny it, suddenly all the interactions between you and Kalego made sense. The way you always hung around him. The way you always smiled so warmly when you were talking to him. The way Kalego's rare soft smile had been that one time when you had been laughing too hard at a student's submission (which Jazz had reported after witnessing it in the staffroom).

The way Kalego always glared harder when the class talked about you.

"He's totally the jealous and possessive type, isn't he?" Jazz sighed, placing his fingers at his temple.

"I can't believe this."

"Does that mean I was right? (Y/n)-sensei likes bad boys?"

Everyone resigned themselves to the knowledge they had just received. After all, denial would not change reality. Their favourite, kind teacher was married to their sadistic class teacher. Lied burst into tears as he cried:

"Kalego-sensei turned out to be the lucky bastard!"

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[jjenthusee]

A Part Of The Family

Roy Harper and Lian Harper Drabble!!! (feat. Jason Todd and Dick Grayson)

A/N: if you’ve kept up with me, you might have noticed that I’ve started to stan Roy YAY 😫 it was a crazy deep dive and I got attached to his character lol one of the main reasons i wanted to write for him was because of his Native American/Indigenous upbringing. I was shocked when I found out because (i don’t normally try to share too much about myself cause this is a public space) but i’m indigenous too ✨😌✨ i have to rep my people for Native American Heritage Month *confetti* but i thought i would have to share this to give context on how i plan to write and explore Roy’s character. At least from my research (sorry if this is wrong) but he did grow up on the reservation in some of the backstories and it’s not explored very much :( it explains his tattoo, knowing the language, and frankly, a lot of native rep is kinda bad, but i thought leaving out a major part of his childhood didn’t help reflect who he was. As someone who has experience and lives as a member of the tribe it’s based on, I wanted to share some silly thoughts :) ofc remember all people with cultural backgrounds have different experiences so read this or don’t but i’ll see how this turns out so ENJOY 💐 and comment, like, reblog

Summary: Roy shares a part of his past with Jason and now he’s determined to share an important moment of Lian’s life.

Word Count: 1.2k

“I don’t think she’s going to budge anytime soon.” Roy rested himself on the couch, overlooking his best friend and daughter. They were both on the floor, a soft blanket laid for Lian’s designated tummy time.

Lian blankly watched Jason hold toys, making noises as she followed the sounds, glancing up to look at his excited face as he talked to her.

“Don’t listen to him, Lian. Just over three months of life and we are already best friends.” Jason’s words kept Lian’s attention.

She would give the tiniest smile in return. No laughter yet, but she expressed her enjoyment of Jason’s presence, nonetheless.

Roy was grinning watching the two, a much clearer expression, but remarkably like Lian’s smile. He had been lacking some sleep, but Jason’s frequent visits were helping him get a couple extra minutes of rest.

To Roy’s surprise, Jason had been over almost everyday this week.

The company was fine, better even according to Roy, but he didn’t mean for this to happen. It had been a small slip, a tiny mistake, just a sleepy mumble of his brain when he watched Jason clumsily hold Lian for the first time.

Roy corrected Jason’s hands to be comfortable for him and Lian. In the movement, he had unconsciously spoken.

“This reminds me of way back, when there was a new baby in the community, all the kids would crowd around trying to make funny faces, trying to make the baby laugh.” Roy lulled along to Jason’s slight sway, more confident in holding Lian in his arms. “Then we would hear all the elders yell out to us that we would have to cook if we got the baby to laugh.”

Roy chuckled to himself, remembering the days back on the reservation, feeling the hot sun on his skin.

Jason set his gaze on Roy, never moving his head away from Lian’s tiny body, but focused on the man’s sudden reminiscent tone.

It wasn’t often that Roy mentioned the past, he didn’t discourage it directly, but he also didn’t freely talk about it either.

So, Jason took a chance.

“Cook?” Jason harmlessly questioned, smoothing out the tiny hairs on Lian’s forehead as she stared at his face again.

“Well, it’s a big deal when a baby laughs for the first time. We celebrate and it’s planned by the person who makes the baby laugh.” Roy got up from his spot once he heard the washer finish. “Almost costed my entire savings when one of my friends and I tripped trying to run to the baby first, luckily all we got was a big sneeze.”

Roy threw the damp clothes into the dryer, chuckling to himself.

“I wonder when Lian’s going to laugh.” Roy smiled at the thought. “I hope it’s soon. Wouldn’t mind a lil’ party.”

Roy should have been careful about his words that afternoon.

Now Jason felt determined to be the first person to make Lian laugh.

At this rate, Roy wouldn’t be surprised if he already had the decorations planned out and stashed away somewhere.

It was nice to have company. Roy had usually expected Jason to be there next to Lian, giving laidback greetings.

Then there was another Bat sitting before his daughter.

Dick had unknowingly found out about Jason’s frequent visits and Jason was very pissed about it. Despite his very noticeable apprehension to Dick’s presence, he bit his tongue in favor of Lian finding the new addition intriguing.

Too intriguing. Uncomfortably intriguing and an annoyance to Jason.

“Fu—Get lost, Dickface.” Jason spoke with slight venom in his voice, but it quickly disappeared as he held out his fingers to Lian’s tiny hands.

“But Lian wants me here. Isn’t that right, Lian?” Dick cooed, a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke. Making noises to get her attention.

“Don’t you have other red heads to bother?” Jason scooted closer to Lian, trying to nudge Dick away.

“You’ve been here five days in a row and you expect me to ignore that?” Dick stood up to make faces at Lian from above Jason’s head.

“A man can’t visit a friend?” Jason stood up blocking Dick.

“Then I’m visiting a friend too.” Dick maneuvered his way to Lian’s side in her bouncer.

“Just fucking leave—“ Jason threw Lian’s rattle at the back of Dick’s head.

The tiny sounds bounced off Dick’s back as it collided to his feet.

There was a brief moment of silence before Dick slowly looked back at Jason. A smile was on his face, but the vein in his head was bulging slowly.

“Dinner’s ready—“ Roy called out, making eye contact with the two men wrestling with a baby blanket as Jason tried to somehow twist the fabric to trap his brother.

Dick on the other hand was flexible enough to lessen the hold and pushed the side of Jason’s face with his free hand.

They murmured insults back and forth as calmly as they could, but the strained smiles on their faces couldn’t mask their current wrestling match.

“Stop pushing me—“ Jason grumbled.

“Then stop twisting my arm—“ Dick pressed back.

“Hehehe.”

Three necks snapped to the quiet sound from the ground, almost lost in the commotion, but there was little Lian.

She laid on her back in her bouncer, completely enamored by the noise and movements around her.

She made small movements in her arms in her excitement, a wide gummy smile on her face.

“I made her laugh.” Jason smiled confidently while tightening the baby blanket around his brother.

“I made her laugh.” Dick challenged, trying to kick back.

Roy walked around the two men to pick up Lian, cuddling her in his arms, and unbelievably happy to witness the delightful sounds from his daughter for the first time.

“Nuh uh, Dickwad, it’s my party.” Jason threatened.

“Jaybird, she was looking at me too! Wait, what party?” Dick finally asked.

“Why are you even here?!” Jason groaned.

Roy couldn’t even focus on the two bickering behind him, he was busy kissing the side of his daughter's head.

He tenderly kept her in his arms, seeing her gaze back up at him.

His smile was met with a smaller copy of his own.

Roy had seen and heard of the A’wee Chi’deedloh, the First Laugh Ceremony, in his time living on the reservation. As a kid, it was just a time for him to eat and play with his friends, but it also welcomed a new family member.

He remembers one of the elder women talking to him as a young boy who stood watching from the distance.

“We welcome the baby into our present world from the Spirit World, it’s a time that we share with everyone. It’s the first sign of a baby showing us they want to be a part of the family, to show and give love.” Roy heard the elder talk to him. “Don’t forget to eat and get salt from the baby, it’s their offering to us, to encourage them to be generous as they grow.”

At the time, Roy was involving himself more with the tribe, asking questions and participating. He remembers the look on the baby’s face as he received salt and a bag of goods.

He remembered how content he felt that day eating his sweets and now he would finally experience the perspective of a parent helping their child in the ceremony.

“Welcome, she’awéé’, my Lian.” Roy affectionately whispered to his daughter. “I’m happy you want to be here.”

—

Translations:

She’awéé’ — my baby

A’wee Chi’deedloh — First Laugh Ceremony

Roy Tag List: (temporary) @soysaurus @janybabyy @simpingforheros

[bekkandaa]

thank you for your analysis of him!! it's very interesting. especially the part where you mentioned him being a romantic because he's objectively perceived as a cold, cruel, emotionally unavailable person (which he was) but he clearly found grandiose motivations and purposes to justify his crimes. how self-aware do you think he was? and if he was made aware of the outcome of his quest for power, would he do it nonetheless? realistically what would it take for him to have a moral crisis or question his values? was he aromantic and repulsed by human connection by nature or did he actively suppress whatever humanity was left...or maybe just try to be perceived as not needing it? sorry for asking so many questions. i could spend hours attempting to unravel tom's psyche.

thanks in advance

Hello Anon! Thank you for your questions. I want to address the first few in a different post, because I have a few different answers I want to discuss and don't want this post to run on forever. Is Tom Riddle Aromantic?

Before we delve into the intricacies of Tom Riddle's capacity for Romantic love, it is important for me to mention that we'll be disregarding the plot point of his inability to love due to his parents' love potion thing. Instead, our focus will be purely on his psyche and the effect that has on his ability to love. ( Because that's what this blog is for, and the whole love potion thing is silly in my humble opinion)

To address whether Riddle's beliefs and upbringing contribute to an aromantic disposition, I think we first have to consider his own capacity for romantic love. I'll be discussing his capacity for romantic love through the fact of his narcissism, a topic I've explored before here.

Riddle's psychology can largely be understood through the lens of pathological narcissism. While all humans present a public façade, for a pathological narcissist, the gap between this façade and their concealed self is particularly stark. Riddle's charm was a strategic tool to attract admirers who could feed his sense of self. This façade protects the false self from exposure, maintaining his grandiose self-image and fuelling his delusions.

Emotional intimacy is typically outside a narcissist's comfort zone as they are disconnected from their true feelings, driven instead by the need to uphold their grandiose persona. Narcissists often idealise their partners' admirable qualities, using them as a mirror for their own grandiosity. In this context, love becomes a means to an end—a way to support their self-image, making romantic love a form of supply for a narcissist.

Narcissists possess many qualities such as social confidence, likability, and charm, which are optimal for initiating relationships. However, these are coupled with traits like low empathy, a tendency to use others to maintain their false self-image, and overall self-centeredness, which are destructive to functional relationships. A narcissist's partner is usually objectified, unable to retain their own autonomy within the relationship. If the partner shatters the narcissist's illusion, they may become the target of contempt for disrupting the narcissist's grandiose perception they created of their partner. Essentially, the goal of such a relationship is the complete obliteration of the partner's autonomy.

Despite these challenges, it is important to recognise that narcissists can and do love, although their love sometimes differs from a healthy, unconditional relationship. Following this logic, Riddle is capable of romantic love, but it would most likely be an unhealthy relationship where his partner is more objectified than valued as a person.

Having established Riddle's capacity for love, we return to the question of his potential aromanticism. Possible reasons include:

Repulsion by human connection by nature Active suppression of any remaining humanity Intentional portrayal of himself as above human needs

While I do not believe Riddle was innately repulsed by human connection from birth, he likely developed this repulsion through his upbringing. His identity and beliefs were deeply intertwined with his blood status. Discovering his ancestry to Salazar Slytherin inflated his ego and sense of self, fuelling his delusions about an "idealised parent image." However, learning about his Muggle father shattered these notions, inducing an identity crisis and internal conflict. This conflict manifested in his actions, such as punishing his father and changing his name.

Rejection by the family he sought further shattered his grandiose self-image, deepening his mental breakdown. This rejection likely made him feel repulsed by the human connection he sought, leading him to view himself as above such needs. Despite his heritage being a construct to fuel his false-self, the search for a parent and creation of an "idealised parent image" is common among children lacking parental figures. This behaviour signifies Riddle's inherent humanity and need for connection, which he suppressed following the shattering of his idealised image.

According to Freud, human behaviour is more influenced by the unconscious mind rather than the conscious one. The unconscious mind, filled with painful memories, tries to protect the conscious mind by hiding them, influences attitudes, behaviours, and character. For Riddle, the painful memories of his corrupted heritage resurfaced, despite his unconscious mind's attempts to hide them. He then attempted to eradicate his past self, exemplified by his transformation into Lord Voldemort and his agenda concerning blood status.

This brings us to the final point: in eradicating his past, Riddle attempted to portray himself as devoid of human needs through his new persona, Lord Voldemort. ( in all honesty he done the opposite by doing that, just really announced his fear of his own humanity and his disgust of it.)

These points, stemming from his past, suggest that Riddle is most likely aromantic. While he is capable of love, albeit in an unhealthy way, he sees himself above the need for it and suppresses any potential need under the guise of repulsion due to the rejection he faced. TLDR : Tom Riddle is in fact Aromantic, and that was more or less caused by him getting his feelings hurt and choosing to suppress / act like he does not need humanity at all. Just going back to Anon at the beginning talking about how Riddle was a romantic, (which he was, it's a universal fact at this point) I do think it's hilarious how he chose the most 'teenage girl' items for his horcruxes. Diary boy really wanted to go all out and I can respect it.

[hyperactively-me]

This is more of a silly prompt:

(Y/N): *shoots an arrow at the center of a training dummy’s head and glares at Simon.*

Soap: geez ya Majesty what did you do to make her so upset?

Simon: I secretly finished the book we’re reading together and I accidentally spoiled the ending last night.

Soap: …forgive me your majesty but do you have a fucking death wish?

haha omg this made me laugh! 😁

king!ghost x reader -- archery warnings: none

Training had resumed like normal for you after Simon deemed you to be in good enough health. You were rather relieved, antsy to get back outside and wielding a weapon. 

To say you were capable with a sword was an understatement. You had spent months honing your skills under the guidance of your husband, who was more than eager to teach you the art of the sword. Under his watchful eye, you learned the intricacies of swordplay, the importance of footwork and balance, and the swift maneuvers needed to outsmart an opponent. Although the beginning weeks were rather difficult, you quickly built up strength and resilience in sparring. Now, months later, you have been successful in disarming opponents in practice. 

As you sparred with Soap, the sound of clashing swords echoed through the training grounds. Soap was no slouch in combat, himself a seasoned knight with a rugged appearance that belied his agility. His movements were calculated, matching your every strike. These sessions were more than just physical exercises; they were a display of your commitment to learning and growing into your own skin. 

After a particularly intense exchange, you both step back, breathing heavily. Sweat trickles down your forehead as you wipe it away with the back of your hand. Soap nods in approval, his expression serious.

“You’ve not lost your touch, ye’re majesty,” he remarks, a hint of a smile breaking through his gruff exterior.

You chuckle, twirling the sword in your hand with a practiced ease. “Having a few weeks break didn’t knock me down, I guess. But there’s always room for improvement.” 

You move to lay your sword off to the side, stretching out your muscles a bit. 

You didn’t notice Simon had slinked up during the tail end of your sparring session with a bow and quiver of arrows in hand. He always admired your dedication, but right now, he was in trouble with you, and he knows it. As you move to lay your sword off to the side and stretch, Simon seizes the opportunity to divert your attention.

“Excellent form, both of you,” Simon commends, his gaze shifting between you and Soap. You whip your head around, flashing him a look of annoyance. 

Soap doesn’t seem to notice, instead clapping you on the back. 

“Always a pleasure to spar with her. She keeps me on my toes,” Soap says, grinning. 

“Care to try your hand at archery?” Simon questions you, treading carefully as he looks at you. “I know you’ve been meaning to try it out.” 

You shoot Simon a skeptical look, a mix of irritation and curiosity in your eyes. Archery was never your forte, and you preferred the closeness of a sword fight, but the challenge intrigues you nonetheless. Besides, you were seething with him. Wordlessly, you turn your nose up and accept the bow from Simon, ready to give it a try.

“Odd,” Soap mutters under his breath, now noting the way you’ve just turned stone cold. 

Your initial attempts are far from graceful. The arrows miss the target entirely or barely graze the edges, only amplifying the frustration simmering within you. Simon offers gentle guidance, adjusting your stance and helping you find the right balance. You shoot him a glare, a silent warning for him to tread lightly. Despite his efforts, your frustration grows, and the arrows continue to veer off course.

“Steady your hand,” he instructs gently, trying to get back on your good side.

You know he’s just trying to help you, but right now? When you’re mad? Specifically at him?? 

Soap, watching the scene unfold, shakes his head, a knowing look crossing his face. He’s seen enough couples’ quarrels to recognize one when it’s brewing.

“I think I’ve got it, Simon,” you say coolly, brushing him off you. You jab your elbow into his side as you pull your arm back, causing him to wheeze slightly. He clutches his rib dramatically, but you don't bat an eye. You line up the arrow to the center of the target, slowing your breathing. 

With that, Simon backs away, now standing next to Soap. 

“What’s gotten into her?” Soap leans in, placing a hand over his mouth to conceal his words from your view.  

Simon hesitates, mouth hovering open. “She’s… cross with me.” 

Before Soap can ask why, your arrow zips through the air, hitting the target straight on. The arrow is lodged deep into the target, the tip poking out through the other side. You immediately turn to Simon, shooting him the nastiest glare. If looks could kill, Simon would be a dead man. 

He winces under the intensity of your glare. Soap’s jaw was unhinged, shocked at the way you so flawlessly hit the bullseye after missing your previous shots. 

“Geez ye’re majesty, what did you do to make her so upset?” Soap questions, a bewildered expression on his face. 

Simon rocks on the balls of his feet. 

“I uh, secretly finished the book we were reading together, and I accidentally spoiled the ending last night.” 

Soap’s eyes widen, and he lets out a low whistle. “That's it? You got her that worked up over a book?” 

Simon glances at you, and you’re still holding the bow with a stern expression. 

“...Forgive my language, but do you have a fucking death wish?” Soap exclaims, shaking Simon. 

Simon raises his hands in a defensive gesture. “I admit, I couldn’t help it, and I got a bit carried away—”

“A bit?!” you yell from across the field. “A BIT?! YOU FINISHED IT WITHOUT ME! AND IT’S COMPLETELY RUINED NOW!” 

Soap takes a step back, gulping nervously as though he’s the object of your rage. Simon winces again at your sharp tone. You start marching over towards him, smoke practically pouring from your ears. 

Soap shoots Simon a sympathetic look. “Better you than me, mate.”

“Piss off,” Simon mutters. 

As you approach Simon, who’s now looking like a deer caught in the headlights, you’re a force to be reckoned with. 

Simon babbles, “I thought you were taking too long to finish, and the ending was too good to resist. I didn’t mean to spoil it!”

Soap, still observing from a safe distance, mutters to himself, “Note to self: never come between her and her books.”

You narrow your eyes at Simon. “‘Too good to resist?’ That’s your excuse?"

Simon, realizing he’s treading on thin ice, attempts a sheepish grin. “Well, you have to admit, the plot twists were—”

Soap slaps his face with his hand, shaking his head. 

You interrupt him with a wave of your hand. “Save it. I hope you enjoyed finishing it solo.”

Soap steps forward cautiously. “Maybe there's a way to make it up to her. Like, I dunno, find another book with an even better ending?”

You don’t take your eyes off Simon. “Soap, thank you for the suggestion, but I think Simon here can think of something.”

Simon tries to regain some ground. “Look, I promise I’ll make it up to you. We can find another book, and I’ll read it to you. No spoilers, I swear.”

You raise an eyebrow, considering his offer. “You’re going to read to me?”

Simon nods eagerly, seizing onto any chance at redemption. “Yes, as many books as you want.” 

You mull the idea over in your head. You hum, shrugging your shoulders in agreement. 

“Alright. You’ll have a lot of ground to cover, and I have a long list of books in mind. You know what I like.”

Simon gulps, realizing the commitment he just made. “Right.”

“Good man,” you say, patting his shoulder before walking away. 

As you walk away, Soap pats Simon on the back. “Y’know you’ve just signed up for an entire library’s worth of make-up readings. G’ luck with that.” 

Simon shoots Soap a mock glare. “You’re not helping, Soap.”

Soap chuckles. "Well, you got yourself into this mess. Just remember, happy endings. Both in the books and, y’know, right now.”

Simon nods, looking somewhat determined. “Happy endings. Understood.”

- - - - -

(masterlist)

[embrosegraves]

ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

(request) Fernando Alonso x Reader  After Fernando’s Big Crash™ the reader helps him remember them “You were my first kiss.” + “Smiling in the middle of a kiss.”

Warnings: mentions the crash from Barcelona testing in 2015. written with female!Reader in mind. pretty sure thats it, could be wrong tho

You hadn’t seen what happened so much as you had heard it happen. Apparently no one knew how the crash had happened. Just that Fernando had somehow crashed out at turn 3. Pre-Season testing had never been so stressful for you. All they entailed was testing the new car on the track, gathering a bit of data for the engineers and then it was off to the first race of the season. 

You had never expected to end up in the hospital waiting for Fernando to wake up in the hospital bed. You were grateful that you had taken lessons to learn Spanish because so far the doctors in Barcelona didn’t speak a lick of English. They tried speaking to you in broken English until you replied back to them in almost perfect Spanish. Eventually, they managed to explain that due to the force of the crash he had sustained, it was likely that some of his memory would be lost. Whether permanently or temporarily, they could not say. It would all depend on when Fernando woke up. 

You thanked the doctors and sat down next to your boyfriend’s hospital bed, clasping his hand in yours. You were worried. Of course you were worried, your boyfriend just crashed and potentially lost every memory of you! You had no idea what you would do if Fernando didn’t remember you. You just had to hope that he would remember who you were. 

Around an hour later, you felt something squeeze your hand. Your head shot up from looking at your phone, turning to see that Fernando’s eyes were slowly but surely opening. You waited until his eyes were fully open before speaking. 

“Fern?” he slowly looked over to you, as if he couldn’t quite tell who you were, “Are you okay?” 

You watched as he licked his slightly dry lips, so you grabbed the cup of water from the bedside and helped him take a sip. 

“Gracias Señorita.” He said. 

“You’ve not called me that since we met for the first time.” Despite the doctors warning you that he might not have all of his memory, it still surprised you to witness Fernando not recognise you. You had been together for 5 years now. 

“Forgive me if this question sounds silly but,” you took a breath to steady yourself, “do you know who I am to you?” 

Fernando frowned at the question. He took a moment to think before answering, “You feel familiar to me. I know that you are important but I cannot remember why.” 

Your face had fallen more and more with each word he spoke. Moving your gaze to the bedsheets, you tried desperately not to let him see the tears welling in your eyes. 

Fernando had seen your tears nonetheless and gripped your hand a little tighter, “Lo siento.” 

“It’s okay.” You wiped the few tears that had fallen and tried to give him a comforting smile when a thought came to you. 

“Could you tell me about us? So I can remember?” 

“Of course I can.” And so you spent the next 45 minutes telling him about everything you had been through in the five years you had been together. How just two weeks ago he had brought up that he wanted to get married someday but that he still wasn’t sure about having children. You told him about how funny you thought the media was when he was racing for Ferrari because everyone wanted to paint him as a womaniser despite being in a very secure relationship. You had even told him about how you had met each other. 

“You were my first kiss, you know?” You said to him. “That New Years party where we met. I had been so shy that night and then you came along at midnight and just kissed me. It was honestly the most fairytale thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

“Can you kiss me?” Fernando suddenly asked. Your shock was evident on your face. You weren’t sure why he would ask that. Especially because he didn’t exactly remember being your boyfriend. 

“O-Okay.” You slowly got up and leaned towards him. Gently, you placed your hands on either side of his face, his own hands coming to rest over yours. 

The kiss was slow, and extremely soft. His lips moved with yours and if not for the situation you found yourself in, you would say that it was one of the most romantic kisses you’d ever had. You had honestly not expected a whole lot to happen when you agreed to kiss him. Part of you hoped for something, anything, to click in his head but you weren’t going to hold your breath. 

You definitely didn’t expect for Fernando to start smiling in the middle of kissing you. You went to move away just a little bit, but before your lips could separate Fernando’s hand moved to hold the back of your neck and he pulled you closer than you were before. What was a slow and gentle kiss quickly became passionate and almost desperate. It was like Fernando had been deprived of water in the middle of a desert with how he kissed you.

Finally pulling away from each other, you began to catch your breath. The kiss had taken a turn and quite literally took your breath away. 

“Fern?” You asked, your voice small but hopeful. Looking into his eyes you see love and adoration practically gushing from him. 

“Hola, Mi Reina.” He caressed your face as he spoke to you. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could hear the smile in his words and how he spoke.

“Do you remember?” Your legs felt like jelly. You were so frightened to ask, it didn’t matter that he was using his preferred pet name for you. 

“How could I ever forget about you, Mi Amor?”

The way I had already written pretty much the whole thing, and then STRUGGLED to think of a way to end it with a one-liner.

Anyways I hope you all enjoyed this one! It's my very first one for Fernando so I'm really hoping I did the request justice.

likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated!

[mack-writersblock]

The Magic 8 Ball || L. Alvez

Summary: Fem!reader asks the magic 8 ball an important question.

cw: use of Y/N, none(?), fluff, barely edited.

Word count: 657

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You and the team were at an arcade, on a day when everyone was supposed to be relaxed. You, however, were at one of the claw machines desperately trying to get the magic 8 ball you had seen.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you muttered, watching as the claw grasped the cheap toy and slowly started to lift. “No!” You hung your head in defeat as the ball fell back down with the rest of the other toys.

“Here, let me try,” Luke’s voice made you jump a little, but you smiled and stepped aside to let him try. You watched as he got it on the first try, you gasped and turned to look at him.

“There’s a lot to dislike about you, Luke Alvez,” you told him but smiled and thanked him for getting the magic 8 ball for you nonetheless.

₊˚‧ ︵‿ ꒰ ⏝ ୨ ♡ ୧ ⏝ ꒱ ‿︵ ‧˚₊

You laughed with Emily, the two of you have been asking the magic 8-ball stupid questions for the better part of the car ride back home. You saw Luke’s amused smile through the rearview as you and Emily kept giggling at your stupid questions and the answers from the toy you two held.

“Will I live a long and healthy life?” Emily giggled from next to you and she shook the ball.

“Most likely,” you read aloud as the car came to a stop. You smiled at Emily as she collected her things and climbed out of the vehicle. See you tomorrow!” you shouted through the open door and scooted to the middle of the backseat. Luke pulled away from Emily’s building, and you gently tapped Spencer’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Yes?” He hummed at you and you poked his shoulder with more intent. He marked the page he was on and set the book down, holding his hand out for the ball. “Will Y/N let me go back to my book?” Spencer shook the ball and frowned at the results.

“Don’t count on it!” you read joyously, laughing, which caused Spencer to smile. “My turn,” you told him in a sing-song voice.

“You are having too much fun with this toy,” Spencer told you but handed it over all the same.

“Possibly, but I’ve never had one before,” you replied. “Oh! I know, will I ever have a child?” You shook the ball and waited for the answer. “Outlook good!” You laughed and did a little shimmy, missing the look from Luke as you did. You passed the ball back to Spencer, the two of you going back and forth asking questions until you reached the apartment complex.

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You sat on your couch, the TV droning on in the background. You reached over to grab the magic 8 ball you had thrown to the side. You thought over your idea for a moment before deciding to ask the question.

“Does Luke like me?” You shook the 8 ball with a smile but frowned when you saw the answer. “Very doubtful, oh,” you hummed, disappointed.

“We’ve been married for two years,” Luke looked up from his position where he had his head in your lap.

“I know that,” you huffed and set the 8 ball down again. Luke sat up and pulled you to him.

“Are you going to believe this silly toy over me?” Luke held the ball up to punctuate his words.

“No, it’s just disheartening,” you told him, a smile spreading over your lips as he shook his head in amusement.

“Well, the toy was right,” Luke started and you looked offended until he kept talking. “I don’t like you, I love you,” Luke told you with a cheeky grin.

“I love you too, Mr. Alvez,” you kissed Luke.

“I love you too, Mrs. Alvez,” Luke replied as you two settled back into a comfortable silence.

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[iridescent-solstice]

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲! 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🌸 | ᴘᴛ. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: ɴᴀᴅɪᴀ | ⤷ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ . . .

"Sometimes I wonder whether I can truly change this city . . . But then when I think of you . . . it's as if all my doubts have faded away."

This quiet murmur that falls from Nadia's lips is the first thing you hear once you wake up. Still bleary eyed and tired yet you welcome the sight of her vermilion eyes shining down with adoration. Affection gnawing at your heart, urging you to greet her. A smile ghosts your lips as you push yourself up on your elbows to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Nose brushing against one another as your low lidded eyes drinks in her beauty. She seems to be doing the same. "Hmm am I truly that breathtaking?" You joke while brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Not letting anything hide her beauty.

"Enough to distract you from all your fears and doubts?" You muse with a grin and she chuckles. Bumping her forehead against yours, hands slowly pushing you back down, and quiet as a mouse you let her do so. "Of course, my love, do you doubt it?" She chuckles at your silly questions. "You're more important than any of my fears or doubts. When I think of you . . ." A blush begins to dust her cheeks, eyes darting away. "I can't help but feel this deep-rooted sense of peace washing over me. As if everything will be okay once I find you again." A sigh of contentment falling from her lips when you pull her closer. With the date of the masquerade ball drawing closer and closer, you had witnessed firsthand just how stressful planning a big event really is . . . Of course, it's not like you were completely clueless about it before, it's just a different story when all of Versuvia must enjoy it. That's alot of people. So many demands and wishes. So many traditions to uphold, but many that serve as a warning. Overindulgence. Greed. Apathy . . .

Yet admist all of this, you find yourself admiring Nadia even more now. The hussle and bussle of the castle never taking your eyes away from her. Her attention to detail, her dedication to her job as countess and her quick decision making is inspiring to say the least. Isn't she amazing? Her ability to keep a cool and level-headed approach no matter the mess up only grew the admiration you had of her. "You really are magnificent . . ." Is what you'd often say to her. But she'd always wave the compliment off. "Not as radiant as you my dear." You can't say you agree with her, but her gaze leaves little to dispute. However, if there is something everyone can agree on . . . Is just how tenacious she actually is.

You just wish she didn't work herself to the bone. That she'd accept the help offered to her . . . Your help at the very least. But she doesn't, she never does. But what she can never quite fully resist, is a warm cup of tea and some alone time with you. She loves you even more for combining the two for your morning ritual.

And so that is usually how you'd coax her to stay in bed just a little longer. Cuddled in her arms or her snuggling into you is how most mornings are spent together. "Just stay five more minutes until the tea arrives pleaseeee Noddy!" . . . She knows your games but entertains them, nonetheless. Mostly because she can't help it. She can't help adoring you and all your silly little antics. Especially not when you insist of asking for biscuits as well so you can feed them to her and spoil her appetite for breakfast in the process. But she's not complaining. Why would she when your soft warm hands are holding her so close? Why would she when for once there is someone taking care for her? Just her and her alone~

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @magicalboything] ⤷ Recoloured so it stands out on the blog and fits the character. If you're not comfy with that PLS do let me know and I'll change it!

{ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ. ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ 16 ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴅɴɪ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ}

[fairylando]

okay since i got asked, i'm sharing what the tarot reading i did for lando this morning told me<3

i started by asking the cards one single question, if this current relationship in lando's life is actually real/good, as we've seen that it was somewhat hard launched by everyone but them. this it's just a silly read, nothing is factual and if you take this seriously i'm sorry but that's your issue.

but let's start; i did a three card some-what-love spread to get a more important outlook on the situation, it's divided in:

1. first card (past influences)

the fool, upright.

quoting myself, the card says that it's never too late to start again, be young and listen to your own heart. it generally simbolizes the beginning of a new journey, one filled with optimism. but you need to trust yourself because the journey is not dangers-free. the fool is a young person following their instinct, carefree for whatever danger they might encounter but once you know what you want or want to do, the card advises you to go on without looking back nonetheless. you have to focus on yourself and your journey alone. generally when this card is pulled it is a positive outlook on the situation, it brings relief on it being the right path for you. in a love reading it means the start of a new relationship, one that is about to come and it encourages the person to be ready to take risks, be bold and open to what this new love might look like. you may end up finding it in the most unlikely places. you may fear rejection or embarassment, but that should not hold you back. the fool tells you to look at love with open eyed innocence and positivity.

2. second card (current situation)

two of swords, reverse.

now this is where it gets interesting. this is a card all about difficult choices, confusion, being caught between a right and a wrong decision. usually in a reading, when you pull this card it's helpful to pull two others on each side to realize what it is that you have to decide upon — and so we did. in the card we see a blindfolded woman, the image indicates that she cannot, or doesn't want to, the entirety of the situation, even making herself ignore the obvious problem. but the card it's clear, you must clear the situation, make a decision because even if you ignore it, it will blow up on itself and its encouraging you again to follow your instinct. in reverse, it often symbolizes an impasse with a friend/lover/colleague where both parts refuse to see reason and butt heads a lot. you may find yourself attempting to choose between two potential lovers, and it can seem that none of them feel particularly right to you. if you’re already in a relationship, you may even find yourself choosing between your lover and other aspects of your life.

3. third card (outcome)

nine of cups, reverse.

not a good omen. ego enters the game, emotional disconnection - a relationship that is good only on paper, it may look like everything is fine but something is missing, something does not work. unhappiness, lack of fulfillment, lack of deep connection, dissatisfaction. you may have settled for someone that you don't truly love, both partners may have settled for a relationship that neither parts wanted, just to meet some sort of societal standard or personal expectations, but it ultimately lacks genuine emotional involvement. you may have been so wrapped up in getting into a relationship, that you might have not noticed that it was you that needed to grow. sometimes, we can get into a relationships in order to distract us from the inner work that we must do in order to be happy. without that inner work though, that dissatisfaction will always stay. lack of emotional and mental maturity.

what we can gather from this reading? i would add that taking in count what we were shown during the weekend, that a certain someone really wears his emotion on his sleeves and his discontent was really palpable. and the music that he's been listening to it's not a funny coincidence— he's been too meticulous in the past to not know what these songs mean/to not know that people can see what he's listening to, i might have pulled the fool for him but he's not one. also again, a tarot reading is only a tool to understand what may be happening in someone's life. it's all about intuition, self discovery and such. i only genuinely care about people not leaking sensibile information about any of them (i've read that lando's, charles' and carlos' addresses were leaked once again in a gc where a "girlfriend" was present... and if that's real smh🫩) and if they are truly happy with their lives. but this was fun!!!!