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babytaco99 · 15 days ago

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What Is Their Karma Pick A Card

Choose your Pile 1-3 From top to bottom.

P.S. Please cleanse your energy before reading this, Thank you! :)

1. Pile One:

Hi Pile One, I hope all is well! Let's get started on your reading! As I was shuffling the first message I received was "Control". This is someone who is very insecure, and they want to control everything and everyone around them because they truly lack control in their life. I see the tables turning for this person, I feel like once upon a time they were able to direct everything and people would listen but now this person is going to be the one taking orders from people.

Their karma is that they will have to sit and watch everyone else around them make money and prosper while they struggle to receive the bare minimum. They could have been the type to take from people and cut them off when it came time to pay them back so I see that now they are experiencing a cut in their pay. I see them feeling like they have to pretend that they have it all together when everyone around them knows they truly don't. I feel like people don't talk to this person as much, and they only spoke to them because they were around you or cool with you so out of respect for you people would be cordial.

But now, that's really not the case anymore especially if you cut this person off and if you told people how this person was treating you. I hear this person talking amongst a group of people but know one is engaging with them, I see them trying to play it off but deep its getting to them. There is an energy of this person always having there hand out, begging but not literally. They have a way of words so it doesn't come off like they are always asking for something but regardless people are seeing them as a nuisance. Even though this person is an opportunist and they go wherever the wind blows, they still haven't been able to secure or solidify themselves into a stable position in life. I see them hopping from couch to couch and even from relationship to relationship.

The exchange for this person is to get into these "relationships" in order to have a place to stay, there's a term for this poor behavior but I'll let you fill in the blank. There are a lot of people talking about them and many don't respect this person. It feels like this karma has been dragged out for a while, like its overdue at this point. This is happening because this person has yet to learn their lesson, they just continue to lie to themselves and others when they could just be honest, hold themselves accountable and move forward with their life.

Ultimately this person will continue this pattern because their repetitive behavior let's the Universe know that they don't want to change or grow so they will remain in this Karmic cycle. Thank you Pile One for checking out this reading, If you would like to hear more from me feel free to check out my YouTube channel

2. Pile Two:

Hi Pile Two, I hope all is well! Let's get started on your reading! As I was shuffling the first word I heard was "Conviction". This could have to do with a legal case within the justice system or this could be the conviction of public opinion. Either way, their karma is that they will be put on blast for something they've done, whether they've done this to you or others, what was done in the dark is about to come to light. I see this person planning an escape and trying to run away from their consequences.

But they won't be able to, I see a person of power being able to take control of this situation and apprehend this person. Until then, their karma is that they are living in fear and always looking over their shoulder. I see them trying to seek refuge within a small community and this may be where their plan crumbles and they get caught. I see them doing something drastic, so drastic to the point where I can't say it here. But they are genuinely grasping at whatever they can to get out of this mess they created. They could have lost someone close to them and this has also triggered them to spiral out of control.

For others of you, this is their normal behavior. I feel that they may want to express their last confession to you, this could be about the relationship you two had, whether it was platonic or romantic. But there is something they want to say to you and I feel they may call you or message you if they can't meet with you in person. I also feel they are panicking because you are or already have moved on from them. This person has lost all credibility and all they have now is their word, which no one trusts.

There is a need for you to take heed of this message because there's no energy here indicating that you should allow them to return into your life, especially with all that they have going on. This persons mind and judgement is very clouded right now and they are not taking the time to process their emotions properly. Whatever this person did to others has definitely come back around and around and around and is targeting this person multiple times.

This is their karma, make sure you keep your space cleansed and protected how it suits you. And continue growing and moving forward with your life. If you would like to hear more from me feel free to check out my YouTube channel

3. Pile Three:

Hi Pile Three, I hope all is well! Let's get started on your reading! Your pile received an extra card which was the Four Of Pentacles. Their karma is that, no matter how many times they try to move on from you, they will always compare whoever their current person is to you. This person has been stuck on you for a minute and the people around them have caught onto this. This person has deep regrets and constantly think about what they did wrong to cause this connection slip out of their hands.

This person is experiencing a harsh truth and reality check and the separation from you has changed this person to change significantly. I see people are noticing that they are behaving more mature than before and they are trying to stay on the right track, it's like before they make a decision they think to themselves "what would Pile Three do?" or "would Pile Three be proud of me if I made this decision?". Unfortunately for them, the people around them feel as though their current efforts are way too late.

They feel that this person should have had this energy when you were apart of their life, not after. Because honestly for most of you, this ship has sailed a very long time ago. People are also noticing how sad and quiet this person is now and they are starting to see that this person lied about how they felt about you and they lied when they told their family and friends that your were the problem when in actuality it was always them.

Their karma is that they will always see you as the one that got away, the one that left them behind and continued on with your life and became successful. They will forever think of you and see your accomplishments and realize they can only imagine being next to you again. This person wishes you didn't have to protect yourself and your peace from them, they wish they were a better person and that they could be there to protect you. I see them trying their best to keep themselves busy and distracted so they don't think of you as much.

And when their mind gets stuck on you, they began to replay all of the good memories and then there are memories of how they didn't treat you the best and that makes them emotional because they know that you out of all people didn't deserve to go through that. This person could have put you through a lot of unnecessary and avoidable stress and worry physically, mentally, emotionally, and financially. And for that, they are currently experiencing what they put you through times ten. There karma is that no one can save them, they have to put in the to work to save themselves. And they are really struggling to do so.

This person is truly dealing with a heavy burden because they thought they got away with what they did to you, and behind the scenes they thought it was funny. They took your pain as a joke and now the jokes on them. "Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the ..."

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cheriecoke · 2 years ago

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Who do you think Is Gojo, Nanami, and Geto’s type?

₊˚⊹♡ NANAMI

it takes a lot for nanami to commit to a relationship, given his line of work. in the canon universe, i think nanami would really want to be with another sorcerer. he’ll always worry about his partner, but he’ll feel much better about being in a relationship if he knows his job won’t put the person he loves in a vulnerable position.

opposites do not attract in nanami’s case. i think he would want someone more similar to him.

i see him with someone on the quieter side, a person that opens up much more once they're comfortable.

and once they are comfortable, nanami gets to see a whole new side to them, which is so special to him. his partner makes him laugh, & they see the more relaxed side of him as well! <3

bc of this; i just think he would just feel more connected to someone more introverted and with a personality like his own.

someone who he can sit in silence with and it won’t be uncomfortable.

also someone who’s okay without public displays of affection. he likes to keep his personal life private. (he’ll hold their hand all the time though! sometimes a quick peck on the temple, but that’s only when he’s feeling extra sappy)

his partner would need to be a good listener. it takes a lot for him to be vulnerable with another person. nanami won’t fully commit himself to a relationship if he doesn’t believe that they value all of his thoughts and emotions.

nanami is definitely someone who would need his space at times, so it would be important that his partner understands and values alone time. another reason why i think he’d be better suited to someone who’s more reserved like him.

he thinks very deeply, so he wants to be with someone introspective, educated or who enjoys learning.

if the relationship is serious, it’s important to him that they’re able to have stimulating and thoughtful conversations.

someone who is passionate about something. it doesn’t matter what, it could be something silly, but he falls more and more in love when his partner cares deeply about things.

mostly bc he loves seeing their face light up when they talk about the things that they adore!!!

nanami being a big reader is my favorite thing ever, so i see him with someone who likes to read too. it doesn’t matter what genres though.

i personally think nanami is very frugal. he wants to save money for retirement and travel, so it would be important to him to have a financially conscious partner. memories are more important to him than gifts and material items <3

(although he’ll sometimes splurge on expensive gifts for his significant other!)

i think he’s very clean and organized, so he’d want his partner to be the same. i can’t really see him living with someone that’s messy.

also, someone who appreciates the little things in life! <3 and who can make him smile so much :(

nanami doesn’t like casual dating, so he won’t be interested in anyone until he knows their personality well

so i feel like any relationship he has will stem from a friendship first. mostly because he finds it difficult to open up to others.

overall, he wants someone who is mature, intelligent, and polite. kindness is an attractive trait!!! if they can’t treat people with basic respect (gojo not included), he won't be interested.

₊˚⊹♡ GOJO

of the three of them, i think gojo is the least particular when it comes to what he wants in a partner.

he notices appearance first, but that’s only because he’s open to casual relationships. the reason being that it takes a long time for gojo to let himself fall in love with another person- but that doesn't mean he wants to be alone all the time either.

(he fools everyone into thinking he doesn’t want a serious relationship when that’s actually all he wants)

it’s hard to find the right person though because gojo is looking for someone who doesn’t care who he is. he can usually tell if someone is interested in him just because he’s “satoru gojo,” and that is something that will immediately turn him away.

he craves someone who will treat him like a normal person! he doesn’t want to be the strongest sorcerer in his private moments.

obviously, also a significant other with a sense of humor. gojo wants to make them laugh and laugh with them in return. he is not above excessive teasing and joking, so if that’s going to bother his partner, it probably won’t work out.

but i think he’d still look for someone who also has a practical side, someone that can really ground him. they’d have to be light-hearted, but serious when they needed to be.

gojo feels troubled and lost a lot, so really, he's searching for someone that can be an anchor.

because of his power and status, he feels like he forgets that he's allowed to be happy too :( so he wants to be able to count on his partner for support when he needs it, and in return, he will be twice as supportive!!

also, he'll need someone who is empathetic and good at reading him. gojo is famously horrible about keeping his feelings to himself.

emotional intelligence is key for his partner. gojo always wants to tell them how he feels, he’s just had to be strong for so long that he doesn’t know how.

so, it’s important they won’t shy away from those conversations and will encourage them from time to time.

though they also need to understand that sometimes, he just wants to do something that will take his mind off things.

for that reason, i think he’d want a partner with a spontaneous streak, who’d be up for going on a dessert run in the middle of the night if he asked <33

someone who doesn’t mind if he’s clingy and will miss him when he’s away.

in the same vein, someone who can deal with the fact that he has to put himself in danger a lot. (he always feels bad about leaving)

opposed to nanami, someone who is comfortable with displays of affection. gojo will talk about his partner all the time and will probably not take his hands off them when they’re around.

also someone who doesn’t mind being spoiled. he will spend far too much money on his partner, it’s one of his favorite ways to show he loves them so so much <3

overall, someone that brings out genuine happiness in him. he’s been through a lot, and I feel like so much of his positive emotions are forced. if they can make his smile so hard it hurts, then he’s found his match.

₊˚⊹♡ GETO

i'm not really a geto girl and i’ve never written for him :( so this one is a bit harder for me!

but... definitely a sorcerer. lol.

i think loyalty will be the main trait that he looks for in a partner. he's serious about his goals and values, and he knows that what he believes may seem wrong to others.

so he doesn't want to doubt that his partner will stand by his side, even when he makes mistakes.

although, i think he'll also want someone that can make him laugh. he's so focused on all the bad in the world that he needs to be reminded that there can be good moments too :(

he’ll love someone that has a soft spot for kids

someone who will always make a genuine attempt to understand him, even if what he's saying begins to make little sense.

he keeps his thoughts to himself a lot, but when he feels particularly vulnerable, he needs to know his partner isn’t going to think he’s weak.

someone who is strong enough to protect themselves.

like nanami, he doesn't want to constantly be worried that his significant other will be at risk because of him. he’s made a lot of enemies.

i see him with someone very quick-witted or outspoken. he wants someone confident to be at his side.

also, someone who cares about their appearance and makes an effort to take care of themselves

he's going to be drawn to people that are interesting. his partner will have many layers to them, and he’s fascinated to learn new things about them at any given time.

but, regardless of whether or not they have a tough exterior, geto will ultimately be drawn to someone with a loving heart.

someone who will understand that for change to come, sacrifices sometimes need to be made :(

geto's partner would need to appreciate a simple life. he's a very passionate lover, but it's hard for him to reconcile his dark ambitions with his softer, romantic side.

he doesn't always have the time for grandiose displays, and though he'll make it up to them in other ways, he doesn't want to be with someone who might doubt his affection.

if he's distant, they need to respect his space. but know that if he drifts too far, he might be out of reach completely

but also someone that will treat him with the gentleness that he craves (even if he never says it)

he knows he's cared for more than he realizes by the sorcerers he’s protected

... but the moments when his partner plays with his hair or kisses him on the cheek with a smile: those are the moments that make him truly feel appreciated. :(

overall, geto will want someone that he can trust.

he'd need someone to lean on, to support him, so that he can believe he's making the right decisions. he wants someone to come home to, that he never has to doubt will love him despite everything he’s done.

i definitely did not describe myself at all in nanami's section! i got a little carried away w gojo and nanami. <3 sorry geto's is a little bit shorter :( this was so fun though, thank you for the request!!

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pjsk-ships · 5 months ago

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honeyinthesummer · 5 months ago

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THE PRESIDENT HAS A SEX TAPE — kai anderson.

warnings: kai anderson. mentions of striptease. f!reader. no use of y/n. THIS IS HEAVILY EDITED. word count: 1.7k

SUMMARY: While Kai believes in the women's power of manipulation through sex, he never uses this tactic with you. That is until now, when he has decided a senator should have a sex tape.

Campaign season in Michigan has become fiercer than ever, with Kai running for the mayoral position. The cult has worked tirelessly, helping their leader fabricate an image to appeal to the masses. However, news of the deaths of Kai's rivals broke out, and certain citizens of the city were quick to point fingers at him, particularly his former colleagues on the city council.

Elections are a month away, and he has decided to go through this election without murdering anybody as the competition is delicate. You watch as your precious divine ruler is in great shambles. As his fellow founder of the cult, you take satisfaction from treating this situation as his karma for all the times he didn't listen to your advice when he was just a councilman. But as his wife? You admit seeing your strong-willed husband falter is squeezing your heart.

He decides to hold an emergency meeting, pressuring the members to create a solution, but you can sense his vigilance of his people and how he doubts that some of them have set him up.

"What if we stage an event? Make a headline that will shift their focus from this issue?" You suggested, standing behind everybody.

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you felt pressured. Despite sharing an idea, that's all you have. You have no specifics, and you fear you might disappoint Kai with a flaky idea. Instead, he smiles, giving you an approving nod.

He promised you it's a quick in and out. Wear some disguises to hide your distinguishable features. That all you need to do is give the senator a striptease. Everything will be filmed, but only he, Winter, and Speedwagon will know about the mission and access to the video. You won't need to have sex with Senator Jackson, and you practice your lines to ensure that you will successfully reject his advances.

"I love you. I don't want to share you. I don't want the world to see what I've been hiding all the time, who I've got loving me by my side." He says to you, his forehead against yours, his hands softly cupping your cheek. But when you voiced your fears and last-minute doubts about this mission, he quickly turned on you.

"You suggested this." He replies, saying your name sternly. His hands gripped your face tight. "Stop being jittery. Question your duty again, and I'll think of it as defiance to serve your leader."

Contrary to what everyone thinks, your Kai can love and respect you, treating you as if you're equal. But when he starts addressing himself as your leader, you know better than to disobey the god complex in him.

Every minute spent with the politician is one step closer to your insanity. What an opportunity to have the senator hold a conference in your city while the cult needs a publicity stunt. For every move you make, a nasty sentiment comes out of his mouth, filthier than the other. You spent whatever strength and grace you have left not to vomit, remembering Kai's sweet words as your motivation to continue.

It's how you're willing to translate your words into actions to show how much you love me.

My angel.

When you left the hotel room, you went immediately to bed, entrusting Speedwagon that whatever clip they would post online would only be suggestive, not too degrading for you and your safety. Kai hasn't checked up on you since you arrived home, nor did he bother to fetch you from the mission. You've had your fair share of sins, of murders committed, of crimes you shouldn't be proud of but did so willingly. Your first mission, forced upon you by your husband, and he didn't have the decency to see you personally.

It was foolish of you to think he'd treat you as his equal forever.

The disrespect persists when you hear Beverly on the television, apologizing to the viewers for the sensitive video they are about to see. And there it was, shown in front of the cult and televised worldwide in a misleading headline - Senator Jackson's sex tape. The politician is seen seated on his chair, while a woman sits on top of his table with legs spread open, only in a red lace thong.

The video is still playing, showing the man trying to reach for her ass, which made the men in the room wolf whistle and you shudder. Kai, who has you on his lap bridal style, peppers your cheek with kisses with a bit of aggression as you watch in shock. You can tell the reaction of the members threw him off, but what right does he have to be pissed when he's the one who put you up to this?

The camera's scope gave a wide view of the office, but despite that, you could only see your side view, your hair helping to cover your face, which was supposed to be captured by the camera. Winter has assured you that she and Speedwagon posted a rather tame portion of the video online, but they didn't inform you about this one, a 160 of what they said, let alone inform you it will be televised.

"This wasn't part of the deal, Kai." You whispered, eyes meeting him. He stops what he's doing, but you are still in his warm embrace, which now feels like a cage.

"What do you mean?" He asks, feigning innocence. "I think you did amazing. Every duty you make for the cult, you always do so successfully."

"Well, only this time, I did not have much choice!" You whisper-shouted, your hands shoving him away from you, causing him to fall back to the cushion. Enraged by what you've done, he retaliates by taking both of your hands and pulling you near his face, the bones in your fingers feeling like they are on the verge of breaking because of how forceful he's grabbing them.

"Did you forget that you were the one who pitched this idea?"

"I'm your fucking wife. I can level your depravity. Do you think you can make me forget the truth? I said we make a headline, not necessarily force me to become a prostitute for your cause."

"Isn't what you've done enough to forge a great headline? There's no use in dwelling in how we word what we say and interpret what we hear." Kai said dismissively.

"I helped you build this cult, so I am as much a leader as you are." You reminded him firmly. "I get to decide over here. In case you forgot, I also have the final say." You watch him closely as you cement that you are his other half, but you can sense how he's not enthusiastic about your power over him.

"Okay, I'll give you that. But I don't like how you constantly want to back out earlier. You sounded so weak, and that annoyed me. If anything, it sounded like you weren't willing to come to the aid of your divine ruler."

You stare at him, caught off-guard by his ingratitude of your actions, focusing instead on your reasonable moment of weakness.

"You're lecturing your wife instead on how to be strong right after you sent her out to be caressed by some pervert? " This time, your voice is laced with hurt, and your husband's aura immediately changes. He lets go of your hand and fixes you on his lap so you're cuddling with his arms protectively wrapped around you.

"You didn't bother to check up on me when I arrived home. No hellos, no thank yous. You're fucking unbelievable."

His eyes soften, but you knew better. "I'm sorry," he sighs, "I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. Do you think it was easy for me to send you out there? Did you seriously think I did not consider other women before it had to be you? What? You think someone like Meadow can nail this?"

"Yes!" You answered, now sitting upright on his lap. "You're telling me you've got someone else for the job in mind, and yet you chose to send your wife?"

Impatient when you raised your voice at him, he shoved you harshly from his lap and stood up. You don't miss how he hasn't thanked you for what you did that day. Or an apology for how he and Beverly schemed beforehand to reveal a degrading portion of the clip on television without consulting you first.

"You claim you love me, but all I'm hearing is that you regret going out there for me. You call yourself my fucking wife when it turns out deep down you hesitate every time I ask of you to do something for me and our family."

You don't know where to focus anymore. Is it to some of your members who have noticed you fighting in public, to the news who seems to be airing an awful lot of the video, or to your Kai, who twists your words and accuses you of hating everything you've done for him?

He doesn't give you a chance to respond. Kai heads out in front, interrupting everyone's view of the tape. Their divine ruler went off to ramble some speech, thanking the heavens and the Almighty for this blessing of a diversion, crediting it to the fact that he is truly the son of God. Your heart sank at his discredit of you and your efforts, and you don't miss his meaningful glances at Meadow out of nowhere, probably attempting to instill some anxiety in you. There are times he would see you as his beloved, his counterpart, but he has no problem shoving you back down one level below him. You're starting to believe he is forgetting he was your boyfriend first before he became your leader.

You don't back down though, deciding to meet his bitchiness. The rest of the evening news was the usual environmental and social issues, none about the accusations of Kai killing his opponents, so at least there's that.

Later that night in bed, you tune him out until he manages to say his due thanks to you, but he whispers something different, and you fear the change it will bring to your dynamics.

"When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you. Don't you ever forget that."

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transmutationisms · 10 months ago

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very briefly, im going to go to medical school to become a plastic surgeon in gender surgeries (i know how important these operations are to people and want to provide them) but i dislike the idea of having so much authority and power over people. i dislike the philosophy a lot of doctors go by where they are the all-knowing savior in people's lives (which allows abuse, medical misogyny, etc). is there any other way to think about this or anything to do to prevent this -- not "not being a misogynist" because i don't think i am but anything you can come up with or have to say

and thank you for sharing the fundraisers and boosting them it is very helpful

i don't think it's categorically impossible to be a doctor who treats your patients with respect (people navigate interpersonal relationships across power imbalances every day) but you do need to recognise that 1) your power as a physician doesn't come from individually having a paternalistic attitude but from the protected social and legal position of medicine and 2) the way you want to practice medicine is explicitly counter to the prevailing professional norms as well as to much of the training and education you will receive.

i don't think these things mean that one shouldn't become a surgeon (i for one am extremely glad plastic surgery exists, & glad when someone wants to learn how to perform it) but they do mean that you need to prepare yourself to train and practice in a system that not only does not share your perspective but is hostile to it. ultimately this is a tension that can't and won't be resolved until medicine is no longer being practiced in a capitalist context with its attendant ableism, racism, misogyny, &c. i don't think that awareness of this function of medicine is sufficient, on its own, to ensure you are practicing in your patients' best interest---but i would say it's a necessary first step.

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stargildedskies · 2 years ago

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Hi, can I ask for F, G, and R from the smut headcanons (for the hot blue man) and maybe also Y if you want/have enough time? Love your writing, keep up the fine work (of giving us Thrawn girls things to feast on)

Thank you, Anon, my beloved!! I have a solemn duty to feed my fellow Thrawn Girlies (gn) 💜🥰

Original smut headcanon post here

Other letters I've answered: Q, S, Z || E, M, and W

Warnings: There really aren't any for this one besides NSFW. It's sweet and intimate here, besties.

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Any first with Thrawn is going to be so deeply passionate. He isn't one for random flings, and I don't think he's much for escort services (although he'd respect the profession). For him to truly find release in the arms of someone else, he'd have to trust them, and that in itself is an incredibly tricky thing given his position. Needless to say, anyone Thrawn is having sex with is important to him and has been for a time. Because of that, he is absolutely determined to show them how much he cares.

Every touch, kiss, and caress is filled with hunger and Thrawn's pure desire for intimacy with you. The sex isn't necessarily gentle, it's more reverent. He doesn't treat you like you'll break because he knows you won't.

I feel in my soul that there are probably multiple rounds, but the very first one is Thrawn trying to manifest his feelings for you into a physical form of intimacy. It's slow and intimate lovemaking, but the implication behind it is obvious... your souls are entwining as much as your bodies are.

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

Thrawn is the type to break the pace at which he's fucking you to take a devastatingly slow roll of his hips, press a kiss to your temple, and murmur something to you in Cheunh.

When you learn more of his native tongue, you realize that he's telling you how beautiful you are. Thrawn calls you his beloved, precious, and more, whispering all that you mean to him and just how amazing you are against your skin.

He's also the type to hold your hand while he fucks you, lacing his fingers through yours while you cry out in pleasure.

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

His eyes glow brightly when the two of you are alone and he wants physical intimacy. Thrawn is able to hide it (to an extent) when others are around or if the timing isn't appropriate.

That being said, it's also very similar to how they glow when he's excited or intrigued by something. Only like three people probably know him well enough to tell the difference, so he is able to find an easy excuse.

Thrawn also gets handsy when he's in the mood, his voice gets a little deeper, and his accent comes back. Even if he can't get as handsy as he'd like, he still manages clandestine touches of your hand or shoulder. They are touches that seem mundane to everyone, but you know exactly what they mean.

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Alright, there's a certain level of "light sleeper" you have to be when you can be called on at any moment for an emergency (ask me how I know this lmao), and Thrawn is basically on 24/7 call as a Grand Admiral.

That being said, his sleep patterns are interesting. He sleeps better next to his beloved, especially after sex.

Thrawn, the infamous tactician and Grand Admiral of the Seventh Fleet is a clingy cuddler. He needs to feel his beloved is safe in his arms and his preferred sleeping position is any that allows him to fully wrap himself around his partner.

When Thrawn is alone, he tends to wander into his office at 0200 when he has an important thought, or because he needs a fresh perspective on a piece of art he's studying, but when his beloved is sleeping next to him, he's a little more conscious of what is imminently important and what can wait until morning. Thrawn's desire to not disturb his lover actually backfires into him taking better care of himself, too.

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dballzposting · 3 months ago

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We dont see TOO much of them but I do feel like a lot of the other Destroyers are pretty reasonable or reachable people so they probably get along with their Angels pretty decently. They can communicate like adults.

But the angels always have to subtly mold themselves to fit the need of the Destroyers, so that they can communicate effectively. So they can speak the same language. This is easy for the ethereal angels, they dont lose themselves at all in this process, they just do what needs to be done.

Whis and Beerus can still communicate like adults but Beerus is also pretty scathingly immature at times and Whis has to deal with that. I do think that Beerus is a good Destroyer but well he also sucks, the story tells us that he's a shitty Destroyer becasue he's lazy. But he has the ability to COMPREHEND THE GRAVITY of his role. And he can act in a way that commands respect. Unlike Champa.

But Whis still has to nag Beerus sometimes. But it's not really NAGGING becasue Beerus really does not like to be nagged and it's less effective on him. He calls it nagging only becasue he hates so much anything that resembles it. Beyond nagging, he also has the skill and awareness by now to see through mind games and guilt trips. But also, that's why they work: "ok, I can see what you want, if you shut the hell up I'll consider it." He can see underneath to the root of it. So Whis doesnt REALLY have to play the snake with Beerus. He just has to say certain things and time them just right. He doesnt have to NAG or lie or anything. Beerus is reasonable enough. He just has to hear it once.

Meanwhile, Champa sucks unbelievably. I dont even know how he got the position. He's like a little boy playing Legos. Destroying the buildings only when he gets bored. I don't know if he even knows his job description. I don't know if he really feels what it means to be a Destroyer, and what a universe without one would look like. Sometimes he does seem to possess a flash of sincerity and wit, but IDK guys. I think that he's a shit Destroyer.

And Vados has to nag him. She has to. I don't think it's necessarily reasonable for us to assume that she has to just to get by, because we can't be assuming that angels have personal feelings that get in the way of their work; but also, maybe she does hate him, because he is very easy to hate.

But at any rate she treats him exactly how his character demands. You have to nag Champa because he fundamentally rejects things that feel like a chore and he won't see the merit of it or the privilege of the job, so you just have to annoy him until he does it. Vados has to do what's most effective.

And her hand is really being forced here. It's like that one ummmmmmmmmmmmm ok who was the youtuber ... I think they also did Starbomb? There was this one clippppp on the youtube where they randomly voice acted Mario amd Luigi, and Luigi was playing video games and shitting himself, and Mario was demanding that he get up and go to the bathroom. And Luigi was acting like Mario was the villain, "come on Mario just one more level!" as if leaving the video game would hurt so much, as if Mario had control over Luigi's current active shitting himself. It's like Luigi was just a victim to his own bodily functions and to the person who was demanding him to change.

And like You Can See how Mario was shoehorned into the villain role by somebody who chronically felt like they were the victim. Luigi was SHITTING HIMSELF ON THE COUCH... Mario's hand was forced ! He didnt WANT to have to take that tone with him, but what was he supposed to do ?!

That's what this is like. Vados is forced into a more antagonistic role by Champa's own immaturity. If he weren't like this, then she wouldn't have to nag him; they wouldn't be at odds and could instead work together.

I think that the concept of an angel attendant is really interesting because you have two people who Have To Work Together for so so so so so long. And I really like how they showed every angel's indifference in the Tournament of Power... just to keep it real

#dballz posting

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years ago

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Protecting the Aspen Witch

Hey, sorry this isn't very specific, but I was rereading Protector earlier and wanted to know if you could maybe write more from that universe? Brain's not braining much rn, so I'm afraid that's the most detailed I can be haha. But any h/c from that universe would make me extremely happy. Maybe they actually have a conversation about Virgil's trauma? – anon

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Warnings: panic attack/dissociation

Pairings: DLAMPR

Word Count: 4798

Virgil’s got a simple code when he’s not on a hunt. Don’t hurt whatever you don’t absolutely have to, and odds are, it won’t hurt you. Now and then there’s a bit of an, um, incident where that doesn’t quite work out as well as they’d hoped, but by and large they get by.

On another quest to the Aspen Witch, something goes...a little awry.

Truly, going to see the Aspen Witch isn't the worst quest in the world. In another set of circumstances, he would be grateful for such a well-traveled road, or even just to be able to go somewhere that he knows.

In this world, however, he thinks that the next time someone needs something from the Aspen Witch, he'll tell them to go themselves.

(He won't, he knows he won't, but he likes to imagine for one moment that he might consider it.)

In any case, at least this time he's not bartering for something on behalf of someone else. He's making a delivery on behalf of Elise, a sweet girl in the village who accidentally pissed off the wrong warlock. (See, this is why he'd never actually be able to tell someone else to go, because either he's bartering, which means it's for something that'll help a lot of people, or it's for someone who would definitely be in grave danger if they tried to go alone.) The warlock hadn't taken too kindly to Elise's accidental questioning of their source of magic, even though that wasn't what she was intending at all, and bestowed a powerfully cursed amulet into Elise's possession while she slept. The amulet held a potent attraction charm to coerce Elise into putting it on, and once on, induced paranoia so severe the poor girl's screams could be heard all the way from Virgil's home.

Needless to say, he's taking it far, far away to be destroyed.

He accepted nothing more than a small bag of coin—smaller than his pouch of agrimore dust, the family wasn't exactly in the position to spare a lot of money—and promised Elise to see to it that the amulet never touched her again. Truly it was just a matter of keeping it wrapped in skeldor hide until he reached the Aspen Witch to limit the potency and then, well, then the Aspen Witch would have to know what to do.

Part of him wondered if he would see any of the Five—of course there were five of them and of course they were known by some ridiculous name—when he set off, but there weren't any strange things in his garden, nor did any of them decide to appear when he beds down at the boulder, across the bridge, even when he gets into the valley. No, he manages to make it all the way to the Aspen Witch without running into any of them.

If he were still the adventurer he was years ago, he'd take that as good fortune. If he's going off of what he knows now, he knows enough to be a little wary of their absence.

And if he's being truly honest, something he does try to refrain from outside the safety of the walls of his home, he might be a little disappointed.

He shakes himself out of his thoughts as he approaches the Aspen Witch's grounds. He winces when he stumbles right into the brambles of the crimson thornbushes and feels them tear through his cloak. His fingers almost twitch to his dagger, but then he steels himself. These are the grounds of a magic user, after all, and he would treat them with respect even if he suspected these plants to be totally normal if he decided to slice them open.

With the changing of the seasons, night falls much earlier than it had the last time he ventured this far. The sun is already at the tops of the trees as he approaches the door, several candles already flickering through the windows. He takes a deep breath, takes a moment to check that everything is still where it's supposed to be, and knocks on the door.

"Yes?"

"I am the adventurer known as Virgil. I have come to deal with the Aspen Witch."

"Ah, Virgil! Yes, come in."

He feels something in the door shift and he pushes it open. The bell over the top of the door rings. The Aspen Witch smiles at him from behind her table of treasures; a brickleback spine sits under her hands where she is…obtaining something from it. She sets the tool she's using down with a clink and reaches to pick something up from her side.

"I have prepared for you a drink," she says as Virgil sits, "to ease your burdens."

"I would like to know what is inside it."

"Sunflower nectar, moon blossoms, and honey. It is meant to relax you."

"I recall a similar drink being offered the last time I came."

"You are correct, I offered you a similar drink."

"I would like to know if this one is different than the one you offered last time in any meaningful way."

One of her many rings taps against the edge of the cup. "It has less of the added moon blossoms than the last, which renders it less potent."

Less potent? "I have slaked my thirst at the last waterfall."

Something flickers across her face and she smiles, moving the drink aside. "Another time, then. You are still reeking of curse energy, but this one is different. I would like to know why."

"I have brought you a cursed amulet in the hopes that you would relieve the burden of its intended recipient."

"Show me." Virgil extends the amulet, still wrapped in the hide, and she takes it. She sets it on the table and runs her fingers over the leather strap holding it in place. "This is a fine specimen of hide, Virgil. I would like to know where you obtained it."

"On a past contract."

"I would like you to be more specific."

He says nothing. The Aspen Witch looks at him for a moment longer before she laughs and shakes her head.

"Perhaps another time." She undoes the leather strap carefully and withdraws the amulet. It glistens in the candlelight as she turns it back and forth. "This is a vindictive magic. I would like to know how you came into contact with it."

Is it his imagination, or does the Aspen Witch sound…put out? "The village I live near to. The curse befell a child."

"I would like to know the origins of such a curse, if you would share."

"It is my understanding that the child's intentions behind a question were misunderstood and the magic user sought the consequences they saw fit."

The Aspen Witch's fingers twitch on the chain. She examines the amulet anew and toys with the link near its base. Something darkens in her expression and Virgil tries to keep his hands still. "This was bestowed upon a child, you have said."

"I have said that it was bestowed upon a child."

Her mouth tightens. "I would like to tell you why this is unacceptable."

A chill runs through the cabin. "I would like to ask for clarification on your last statement."

"You may ask."

"I would like to know what it is you find unacceptable: that the child was bestowed a cursed object, that the child was bestowed this cursed object, or that I have said that it was a child to whom it was bestowed."

He must be imagining things because it looks like her expression softens, even the slightest bit. "The second of your list. It is unacceptable that a child was bestowed such a curse. I would like to explain why."

Thank fuck. "I would listen to an explanation."

The Aspen Witch lays the amulet back down on the hide and reaches for something else. She takes a long stick from a drawer and snaps it over the amulet. As the pieces of it start to drift down, they take on different colors and hover in the air.

"Curses have three main derivations," she says as she does so, "either they affect the accursed's mind, their body, or their soul. Mind curses are difficult to break as they require some level of consent from the accursed. Body curses are the most varied but are not that difficult to break, especially if they are familiar with the curse itself."

They look down to see the particles have turned a vivid bloody red. The Aspen Witch's nails scrape against the table.

"Soul curses are vile things," she spits with more emotion than Virgil has ever seen or heard from her, "and they can erase a person if they are not done with extreme skill."

Virgil's mouth runs dry. "I…would like to know what you mean by 'erase.'"

"No," the Aspen Witch says lowly, "you do not."

Alright, no, I do not. That's good enough for me.

With a flick of her wrist, she disperses the particles and wraps the amulet back in the hide. She takes a deep breath and steadies herself—what the fuck has Virgil walked into if the Aspen Witch has to steady herself?—before she looks at him again.

"I would like to know what you intend to provide as payment."

"I recall you mentioning the value of curse energy upon our last visit."

"You would offer the energy of this curse as the payment for removing it."

"I would offer the energy of the curse as payment for its removal."

The Aspen Witch looks at him for a moment longer before she nods and stands, retrieving the amulet from within the hide and sliding the hide over for Virgil to take. "I accept this payment."

He takes the hide silently and puts it back in his pack, watching as she walks over to another table. She places the amulet in a pestle and takes various jars down from the shelf above. He watches as she sprinkles things over the amulet and soft motes of light begin to emerge as she murmurs under her breath. When the glow is strong enough to rival one of the candles, she takes the mortar and brings it down.

Three things happen at once.

First, he sees pieces of the amulet shatter, ricocheting hard enough to dig grooves into the walls of the house.

Second, there is an overwhelmingly loud boom.

Third, something crackles outside and the whole building shakes.

The Aspen Witch's head whips around, staring not at Virgil but over his shoulder in the direction of the door. The mortar falls from her hands as she narrows her eyes. Virgil holds his hands up slowly, indicating that he's not about to do shit right now, and he carefully turns to look over his shoulder.

The door is still intact, but something in his instincts prickles along the back of his neck. He looks back.

"I would like to know what that was," he says as quietly as he can.

"Yes," the Aspen Witch says as she begins to walk over, "so would I."

Great, magic stuff happening that the magic user doesn't know. This is just great.

She passes him in the chair and opens the door, leaving it wide enough for Virgil to peer over her shoulder. He stands, very slowly, and tries to angle himself so he can see what's going on.

Another magic user—he's assuming, after what just happened, but he thinks it's a pretty safe guess—stands in the center of the plot of grass in front of the house. A sigil is burned and seared into the ground, and he winces.

This isn't going to go well.

"You are trespassing," the Aspen Witch says with her words full of ice and fuck it, Virgil's ready to run, "you will cease to do so."

"You destroyed something of mine," the warlock says, extending a hand, "that gives me the right to see it reversed."

"You are the foolish one who sought a soul curse upon a child?"

"I sought what was due to me for such a slight," they spit back, "as well should you know that we aren't to be questioned. And how did you hear about this, is it from the thick-headed bull that leers over your shoulder?"

Virgil's just about to edge his way out of this conversation, thank you very much, when the Aspen Witch's hand, the one behind her back, twitches.

"You will not speak of him like that."

What's going on?

"Why not? He's an adventurer, isn't he?" The warlock laughs, high and cruel and Virgil needs to get a hold of himself before something bad happens. "They're all the same, big and dumb and grunting animals that only care about coin and stopping magic users."

The words strike a chord in his chest and he tries not to let the hurt show to obviously on his face.

"Is he your pet?" The warlock's smile turns into lascivious. "Did I interrupt you in the midst of something? You of all people should understand, then, is it any harm that I wanted to make one for myse—"

The warlock doesn't get to finish their sentence as the Aspen Witch's hand flies out and a mass of thorns erupts from the earth, ensnaring them in a tangled web of crawling plant life. Virgil's hand lands on the hilt of his sword and he just as quickly wrests it away. He's not looking to make himself a target in this after all.

"Touchy," the warlock laughs—take a fucking hint, just get out while you still can— "did he tell you about that cute little thing in the village, then? Has the great Aspen Witch gone soft?"

"You are welcome to test that assumption at your earliest convenience."

Don't fucking test it. Get the fuck out. Be smart for twenty consecutive seconds and fucking run, you idiot.

The warlock doesn't. Instead, they start on about some great speech and self-aggrandizing, but Virgil sees one of their hands make a somatic component and he doesn't think.

Truly, it might be him that's gone soft. There was a time where he would already be gone, or tucked away inside out of sight. There was certainly a time where if two magic users starting casting on each other, he would not be anywhere near it.

But, he can only be who he is, no more and no less. So when he sees the component taking shape, he moves on instinct to shove the Aspen Witch out of the way and get his gauntlet up to take the full force of the spell.

The world goes black.

***

"—il! Virgil!"

Distantly, he registers the sound of a voice. The air crackles.

"Virgil! I would—oh, hells."

Something is dragging him. His head bumps something. He's hauled up and propped against something—a wall?

"Virgil," the voice says again, he knows that voice, "Virgil, open your eyes."

He does, only for blurry things to swim in front of him. He closes them again.

"Virgil." He definitely knows that voice. "Virgil, you must open your eyes."

He tries again, blinking a few times. The first thing to come into focus is the candle on the table closest to him. The second is the hand on his shoulder, laden with rings. Only when he traces the hand to the arm up to the head does he realize who was speaking to him.

"There," the Aspen Witch says in a rush, "there. That is better."

All at once, the memories of what happened flood his brain. The amulet. The warlock. The somatic component. The spell—

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. He interfered with a magic battle. He took a spell meant for the Aspen Witch. He touched the Aspen Witch without permission, he shoved her out of the way, he—he—

"Stay," he hears as two hands land on the sides of his neck, "do not go where I cannot find you, stay here."

He blinks. The Aspen Witch is closer now, her eyes scanning his face. He swallows.

"Don't speak," she says when he opens his mouth, reaching and pressing something warm into his hand, "drink first."

I would like to know what is in it, he tries to say, but all that leaves his throat is a ruined gasp.

"It is the same drink I offered you before," she says, as though she could hear him—can she?— "it is unchanged. It is to help you relax. Drink."

He's already risked too much to afford to say no. He raises the drink to his lips and takes the smallest of sips. The warm, sweet liquid is like a balm to his sore throat and he takes another sip right away. The Aspen Witch watches him closely, one hand still on his shoulder.

"I…" He swallows, testing his voice. "I am…grateful for the drink."

"I am relieved to hear it helped." She cups his hand around it. "I will provide more should you wish it."

"Are you—I would like to know if you're—" he coughs— "if you're alright."

Her expression twitches and he knows he doesn't fully suppress his flinch, not with her this close, not with her looking at him like that. "You took a spell that was meant for me. You saved me. You defended me. And you have been hurt because of it."

Her hand moves slowly from his shoulder to his cheek.

"I…do not know what to do," she confesses softly, "we did not agree on payment."

"I do not require payment," he says as quickly as his throat will let him, "I did not—you don't—this is not an act that would require payment. You do not—I would—fuck."

He isn't lucid enough to do this. He can't do the careful and wary conversation that he has to right now, he can't—he can't—

"I will not bind your tongue," the Aspen Witch says, her hand still gentle on his face, "you…if you wish, you can speak."

No, he can't. He can't because he'll fuck it up and then—then—

Her hand leaves his face. "I will call the Five."

"No!"

Everything freezes.

He just told the Aspen Witch what to do. He just told the Aspen Witch no. He just—he just—oh, fuck—

"I mean—I m-mean—"

"I am not angry," she says, "I…you do not need to be so afraid. I will not harm you. I would like to know why you do not want your sweet ones to come and help you."

"I—my what?"

"Your sweet ones. The ones who care for you and whom you care for." She tilts her head, hair falling to one shoulder. "You do not wish for them to come, and I am curious."

"They're a lot," he manages and she laughs.

"Yes, they are. But they know you. They would help you."

"They're—" he takes another drink and feels his tongue relax. "All of this has happened because another magic user intruded on your grounds."

"These would be invited, and they would be to help you. I could bear no ill tidings against them, not when you are in need of assistance I cannot provide." At his face, her smile saddens. "You are afraid, and I cannot help you, for you are afraid of me too."

…well, there's really not much he can say to that.

"I will call them," she says carefully, so carefully it's almost a question, and he nods. She nods as well and stands. "If you would like more drink, I would wish for you to say."

Less than a few moments later, after she's gone to a table out of sight, he hears Roman's voice.

"Aspen Witch," and oh, fuck, he never thought he'd be so relieved to hear one of them, "you have called us."

"Come," she calls, walking toward the door and opening it, "your sweet one is hurting."

He blinks and in an instant, Roman is there, cupping his face, looking all worried and he can't stop the tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Roman sees them, because of course he does, and then he's cooing and leaning forward to kiss his forehead.

"Oh, baby," he whispers, "baby, what happened?"

"What happened," he hears Logan ask at the same time, "is he alright?"

"He came to me with a cursed object and asked for its removal. As I destroyed it, the warlock responsible appeared and attempted to wrest it back. He…jumped in the way of the spell."

He hears a flutter of fabric and looks up to see both Janus and Remus at the table where the amulet was destroyed. Remus curses and Janus hits the table and the noise bounces around his head—

"Shh, shh," Roman murmurs, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs, "eyes on me, baby, stay with me. There you are, with your pretty eyes, shh, that's it, you're doing very well."

"What sort of spell," he hears Patton ask, "is it still there?"

"I banished it as soon as the warlock was dealt with. He—there should be no lingering effects. I do not understand."

"Mortal minds are fragile," Logan says softly, "and Virgil has been an adventurer for many years. He has encountered a great number of things, magical or otherwise, and it would be unreasonable to assume that they have not left their marks."

"Baby," Roman calls again, and Virgil looks back at him, "hey, there he is. The others are just trying to figure out what's going on, but you and I are gonna take care of you first, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now, I just want you to keep looking at me, okay? All I'm gonna do is touch you, okay? No magic, no casting, just touch." His fingers start to card through his hair and Virgil immediately feels his eyes get heavy. "You can close your eyes if you need to, just lean against me, I've got you, I'm right here."

The adrenaline from everything finally starts to wear off and Virgil feels his body decide to give in. He sags forward into Roman's waiting embrace, eyes falling shut as Roman starts to murmur sweet nonsense. After another moment, he hears Patton come over too and another hand scratches lightly between his shoulder blades. He nearly whimpers from sheer relief before he remembers that he's not at home, he's in the Aspen Witch's house, and the Aspen Witch herself is less than a few feet away.

He wrenches himself back awake, looking up at her, and to his surprise, she looks…upset? He glances at Logan, just to her left, and Logan simply smiles.

"Hello," he says softly, "are you alright?"

"I think so."

"Good, that's very good. You jumped in front of a spell and you didn't know what it was?"

"Wait," Roman says, "you did what?"

He sets his jaw and looks at the ground. Patton shoots a look at the two of them. "Don't scold him, can't you see he's already upset? Don't make it worse."

"Sorry, baby," Roman murmurs, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I'm not mad."

"Neither am I," Logan says, "but I am…confused."

"You shouldn't be," Janus says, finally moving away from the table, "he's Virgil, of course he jumped in front of the spell."

Well, that's not helping anything either. He feels his face start to burn and tries to pull away from Roman, but he's held fast. He swallows the instinctive wave of panic and buries his face in the crook of his shoulder.

"Aww, are you embarrassed?"

"You are making things worse," the Aspen Witch says, a bite to her tone, "I called you to help, not to hurt."

"We won't tease," Roman promises, both to her and to Virgil, "we're finished, you have my word."

Did…did the Aspen Witch just defend him? What in the fuck is going on? He risks a look at her and their eyes meet and something…something feels wrong.

"Virgil?" Patton's hand stills on his back. "What's wrong?"

"I am…also confused."

"What about?"

There's no polite way to say this and no, he isn't going to risk it right now, so he just looks from Patton back to the Aspen Witch and hopes that somehow, they'll get the gist of what he's trying to say. Sure enough, it takes Patton one look between the two of them before he's smiling.

"Oh, she's just jealous."

"What?"

"I would ask that you don't speak for me," she hisses but she sounds far more like Elise than the Aspen Witch.

"Tell him yourself, then."

The Aspen Witch scowls at him for a moment before she sighs and looks at Virgil. Her mouth twists around as if searching for the words before she sighs again.

"Your etiquette for magic users is exemplary," she says, "and you…for all that we have interacted, I do not know much about you."

She gestures around.

"The Five have your trust, they have your words. They…have not known you for as long as I have."

Oh.

"I can't help you," she continues, "I…am upset by this. I would—I—"

She closes her eyes for a long moment and then opens them once more.

"I want to help you, Virgil, I want you to let me help you."

He likes to think that on a normal day, perhaps he wouldn't be doing something like this, but this isn't a normal day, and he's already broken that glass. So he reaches out a hand to the Aspen Witch, and when she takes it, he uses it to pull her a little bit closer.

She comes and crouches next to Patton, holding his hand as though it were the most precious thing in the house. He's not quite sure what to do with that.

"Are you alright?"

She nods. "I am alright."

"I liked the drink."

"I am glad. I will offer it to you again."

"I will accept it."

"Listen to you both," Remus snorts, and Janus whacks him upside the head. "Ow!"

"Ignore him, you're both doing wonderfully. Carry on, pretend we aren't here."

And you know, that's a bit too much for him to deal with right now. So when he feels the tug in his gut to start feeling things again, he closes his eyes and goes limp in Roman's hold, letting tears spill from his face. The Aspen Witch jerks in alarm but Patton must be saying something to the effect of this is normal, he's just overwhelmed, you gotta let him be a crybaby sometimes, but he's not paying attention because he's too goddamn tired.

Distantly, he registers Roman stroking his hair again, Patton's hand on his back, and the Aspen Witch beginning to squeeze his hand every few seconds, but with the apprehension of someone who's never pet a horse before trying to interact in a way that won't upset either of them. It's quite a surreal experience, really, and he thinks he can be forgiven for not wholly understanding what's going on.

A lot's happened today, and it's late. He should be asleep.

"He is hurt," the Aspen Witch says and everybody wakes up a bit at that, "let me help him."

"What's wrong?"

"The thorns have hurt him on his way through. I have a salve for them."

"Virgil," Logan asks, "is that okay? Can we help?"

He mumbles a vague agreement and he hears Janus laugh. "Poor thing's all sleepy. He needs a rest, is there somewhere we can tend to him?"

"Upstairs, there is a bed."

"Can I carry you, baby?" Virgil nods and Roman lifts him up almost effortlessly. "There, come on, upstairs, now."

As they pass the table, he forces himself to rouse and look to find the Aspen Witch. "The amulet—the child—"

"The child will suffer no more, the curse is gone." She puts her hand on his shoulder. "Now rest. Mortals are fragile, you must allow yourself to be cared for."

"He's not very good at that," Remus stage-whispers and Janus hits him again. "Hey! Stop it!"

"Stop being an insufferable ham sack, then."

"He's right," Virgil mumbles as he's put down on a bed, "I'm really not great at it."

"You're getting better," Logan says, sitting near his head, "now, you can try and sleep. No harm will come to you, you're safe here."

He looks over at the Aspen Witch, holding a tin of salve and a soft towel. She smiles and nods. "No harm will ever come to you under my roof, Virgil. I will see to it that you are safe."

"I…am grateful for that."

"As am I."

Not how he saw the quest ending, of course, but indeed, far from the worst quest in the world.

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ilovemygffff · 7 months ago

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The apprentice

Jade claymore x femreader

For the gays because I love Jade :)

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The kingdom needed more soldiers. Since the last war only a few survived and they were the Queens "Knights". Jade Claymore being the best was in charge of their training .

The truth is you've seen Jade a couple of times before. You started asking around about her and learned that she was the most talented soldier and the youngest. She also had a reputation of being heartless but you didn't believe that. You couldn't.

She would usually be in the training space, commoners couldn't enter it but they could see training sessions from afar.

You took a habit out of observing her training late at night, when everyone was asleep. Sometimes she would even follow you into your dreams.

How would you feel if she noticed you again?

The first and only time she acknowledged your existence was when the Queen sent the Knights out on a mission and they had to pass through the village.

Ten horses walked proudly one behind another, of course she was the one leading. She looked straight ahead as the nine others followed behind her.

You were with your little brother Jae after you went to buy apples and oranges. Unfortunately just holding round fruits with your hand was already hard by itself, Jade being in front of you totally ruined your self awareness. Your fingers slipped and 2 oranges fell to the ground, rolling until they stopped in front of her horse. She looked down and looked at you with a severe expression.

You were now the center of attention as everyone was holding their breath.

"This never happened before what is she going to do?" You heard people say.

" I heard she likes punishing trainees for no reason, I can't imagine what she'll do to her".

You ignored them to quickly give the left fruits over to your brother and run to take those oranges off the ground. You looked up at the horse and took a few steps back.

"It was an accident ..." You whisper not making eye contact with Jade, embarrassed and ashamed. This was the worst first impression you could think of. You should probably apologize properly but knowing that Jade was staring at you made you too nervous you could barely speak.

Suddenly the knight behind Jade came forward next to her and looked down at you.

" What are you staring at? Get out of the way!" He yells, clearly pissed off.

You did exactly that and returned next to your brother.

The knight went back to his second position and Jade's horse walked again.

Soon they were gone and your dignity with them.

You walked back to your house, Jae next to you.

" I'm going to tell mom what you did" he said

You stopped walking and looked at him with a dark grin.

"If you do I'll tell her you steal bread from her clients every Friday when she goes out"

"NO! Argh okay I won't tell.." he said disappointed.

Finally in your house you let your brother take care of the fruits as you go straight to your bedroom. The sunlight light up the walls and you noticed your calendar that was usually on your wall was gone.

Confused you looked everywhere before finding it.. in the garbage can.

"Who put this here?" You ask walking to the kitchen. Your mom takes a glances at you and sighs.

"I did, you know I don't want you to go there" she says.

" Mom we've spoken about this, I want to become a Knight and serve the Queen you know it's my dream !"

The older women stops stirring her pot and turns around to look at you more seriously.

" I don't want you to fight, you're a woman it's not your duty"

"WHAT? But I can! Woman finally can become Knights, Jade Claymore is a clear example of that!" You yell louder than you've anticipated.

A silence takes place making you uncomfortable.

" Jade claymore, so this is what it's about."

What?

"No mom it's not, it's just an example! Why is my dream wrong if she is well respected and treated by the whole kingdom?"

" I wouldn't care if you actually wanted to fight, but I've seen you sneak out in the middle of the night. I've followed you, you are obsessed with this girl! You dont understand how difficult you'll have to train and with a dishonorable motive you won't last a week."

You tried not to take at heart her words.

No sound could come out of your mouth,how did she-

For how long did she know? Yes maybe Jade was the biggest motivation to be a Knight but you also made it your dream. You would rather try and fight beside her than stay here and live as the daughter of some cook. But you couldn't say that, not your hardworking mother that did everything to support you and your brother when your dad left.

"Mom listen, I really want to become a Knight, it's not just because of her. Yes I admire her but I watch her train only because she's the best fighter. If I can imitate her fighting style I'll have more chance to be selected."

You walked closer and held her hands, squeezing them softly. They were harsh and everything but soft. Your heart broke a little more.

" I'll make you proud.. And you know how well the Queen compensate the Knights right?" You say with a small smirk which made your birth giver scoff and roll her eyes up in disbelief.

" I will support your decision but honey money isn't everything dear, try to find another motivator okay?"

You nod and she returned to her cooking. You watched her a while before returning in your room as her words replayed in your head.

You wish you could admit to her that you had the greatest motivator already.

Love

But she wouldn't agree that it is enough, as it wasn't for her couple with dad.

A few weeks passed and it was finally the day of the aptitude test. You had practice hard everyday and were confident you would be accepted.

Your confidence shattered as soon as you saw how many candidates showed up.

You thought only 500 max would be there, but there were probably more than a thousand all waiting in front of the Courts doors. Now you started to feel doubt, did you train hard enough? You looked at them all, there were obviously more men than women but still you were glad to see other girls like you making the same choice as you. They all looked very strong, heavy. Looks like they trained with weight which made them look like real soldiers.

You on the other hand.. Didn't focus on that, to be honest you hadn't even thought of that. You were so focused on copying Jade's fighting style that you forgot to build the body she had (which probably would've made everything easier but you still managed it).

The gates opened and everyone walked in, frenetic.

All of the Knights were waiting for everyone to come in so the doors could close.

You walked in the crowd trying to make a way towards the front when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

You fell on the dusty ground and looked at who did this. A guy twice your size and probably age was looking down at you, displeased.

"Who the fuck do you think you are going in front of all of us huh?"

You didn't say anything , thinking at how you managed to get in trouble again.

"I'm sorry I just wanted to see-"

You didn't even finish your sentence that a loud booming sound announced the start of the test. The man walked beside you completely ignoring you as you got up, wiping dirt and sand from your clothes.

You couldn't see clearly as you didn't make it to the front, everyone here was taller than you which left you confused as to what the hell they were eating.

You went on your tip toes and saw all the Knights lined up horizontally. They looked so good, you looked for Jade but couldn't see her. You were glad because you didn't think you were ready to see her yet.

" Good morning everyone we are very pleased by how many of you came. As you may know our Queen requested more soldiers in training, you are all here to fulfill that purpose and serve the crown. We will separate you all in small groups and each Knight will supervise one group. You will fight amongst eachother until there's one winner. If you fight unfairly you will be eliminated [....]"

As the Knight Samuel was still explaining the rules, your attention drifted to Jade that just arrived, walking towards him. Was she late?

She stood beside him and whispered something quickly which made him nod.

"You must all know magic is forbidden unless you're a wizard, which none of you are. If we notice some use of it you will be dealt with. On that note, let's begin the test."

You felt goosebumps as the Knights walked towards the crowd to create the groups. Jade walked to your left, so you walked to your right even more ,avoiding to be in her group. You couldn't face her now and her supervising you would make you fail the test.

You were in a group of seven, 2 other girls and 4 guys. You went and took a sword like everyone else, it was heavier than your wood stick that you used to practice with.

As the Knight assigned for your group walked you all to your own fighting area, Jades group walked beside yours.

You looked the other way, hiding your face as you cursed under your breath. How were you so unlucky!?

Finally at destination the Knight ordered you all to make a circle. You looked over to Jade meters away from you, her back turned to you as she was talking to her own group. You had to focus and remember why you had to win.

The Knight took place at the side, waiting for a signal when all the groups would be ready. You started to get nervous and tried to mentally revise everything you've learned.

After a few minutes that you hadn't felt, a Shawm noise announced the start of the test taking you by surprise and out of your thoughts.

Everyone started to charge against eachother and you were too shocked to move yet, just watching them fight. You finally decided to move when you saw how the Knight in charge of you look at you disappointed.

You didn't know that while you were busy blocking swords and attacking in the way you had learned, Jade noticed you and gave you a few glances every now and then. Making sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.

You had won, all of your team was tired, some on their knees and others flat on the ground taking their breath. You did everything you can and you were beyond happy right now. Your hair was in the way so you decided to tie it up while looking at other groups to see if you were the first winner or not. You made eye contact with Jade which made you stop in your movement and some of your hair fell out of your ponytail. Jade didn't look away, you had to first. You helped your teammates to get up and the Knight in charge of you came talk to you about the next steps.

He was talking to you seriously but you couldn't stop looking at Jade far behind him, that had her team winner too.

Your focus came back when someone tapped on your shoulder and you turned around. It was one of the two girls of your group.

"Hey you were really great.. Where did you learn how to fight?" She asked curious.

This took you by surprise and you thought about what to say. A Lie.

" My dad taught me.." you admitted. You didn't care since nobody knows you so it was a "safe" lie.

"Oh really? That's great.. maybe he could teach me someday.."she laughed and you smiled knowing that was not happening.

She walked away and you were about too when you heard a voice you knew all too well.

"Your dad you say"

You turned around and fell face to face with Jade. She was way closer than you've felt comfortable so you took a step back. She was looking at you with a smug expression, looking for something betraying you in your face.

You didn't give her what she wanted, you stayed silent and nodded.

"Yes, my dad" you repeated.

Her eyes squinted as she stared at you.

"Why?" You asked, faking being clueless.

You hoped she hasn't noticed.

"No reason" Jade said before walking away, hand on her sword.

You finally breathed again, you hadn't noticed you have held your breath till now.

She was so much prettier up close, you could've counted her freckles.

A last reminder to all winners have been made, reminding you all to come back tomorrow for training. You couldn't wait to go home and announce the news to your mother and brother. Finally you felt like you were doing something with your life.

As everyone walked towards the gates, you looked back to search for Jade. She was talking and laughing with some other Knight. She was so beautiful when she smiled, it wasn't something you've seen her do a lot. You felt a little annoyed and wondered what could be so funny. You turned around and headed home amongst all the other candidates.

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