#& we should constantly inspire each other to do better

[pardonmydelays]

Ha! A nickname? Cute idea! From now on, I'll end my message with the daisy emoji since that's my middle name and use pops of green in the message.

It absolutely does feel good to be told that! Not to get too side-tracked, but I actually took a break last summer from the boutique because I got a job offer at a startup cosmetics store. I realized pretty quick that that industry wasn't for me lol. It's a great company and I love all the brands as well as products the company carries, though! When I broke the news to my parents, instead of being supportive and saying the things like you said, they just got onto me and was like "Do you even have a job lined up?" and "Why?" Another reason was my mental health was declining, which shocked me, and I now know that one reason was because we had to wear solid black. I love dressing up! Anyways, I swear they just made me feel bad about quitting, but I still did two weeks left because I wanted to (and did) end on good terms with my manager and the company. Irrelevant fun fact: She was actually my manager for this boutique at another location closer to my city in 2022 after I transferred there in March! All of that is a different story lol.

AANNYYWAYSSSS,

I called the manager I used to work with at this boutique in the city we both started in together in 2021, asking if she still needed an assistant manager, and she did, so I went back there in September last year. I love the company and everyone I've worked with from 2021 up to now, but, like I said, it's just boring for me (especially since because I love the arts and creativity) and there's not growth beyond assistant manager. I can become a manager, but there's no telling when that would be. And to be honest, I don't want to wait around any longer to find out. For good. Moving out will change my life and most definitely make me happier. I was on my own in college (I hated where I went!) for 4 years and I LOVED it. I loved and now miss being independent. I am both and introvert and extrovert lol. I want to have holiday parties at my own place!! I'm open to moving to a new city New York or Los Angeles, or even Paris or France (especially considering my bachelor's degree and now master's).

Once again, you're amazing, and thank you so much!! And yes, this will be our year!! I'll keep you posted!!

~🌼

great! so from now on i'll be using a special tag for your asks, so it's easier for you to find my answers (i'm not posting much these days anyway but still i like to keep things organized here 🤭). daisy anon it is! (cute btw!)

see, this is the thing about parents: i feel like they don't really care about your happiness as much as they do about you just doing things right... (not ALL parents, i'm sure some are actually supportive, but i get it cause my mom is the same kind of person lol). it may look like they are trying to force you to do all the things you don't want to do & they think they know exactly what is best for you, when in reality they know shit. i've always felt like the biggest failure because i refused to do exactly what my mom wanted for me (this is the main reason why i moved to the other side of the country lol). it's good that you tried something else tho, at least you know now that it's definitely not for you! but i suggest moving out as quickly as you can, you don't need anyone to tell you what to do, you have to decide for yourself.

like i said before, it's amazing that you want to aim higher. you know exactly what you want from life & you're working very hard to get it. also, i think maybe moving out to a different city would actually help you find a decent job? honestly, living in new york sounds like a dream... (i've never been there but i'm dying to go visit one day). paris on the other hand? one of the most beautiful places on earth. if i were you & i had this opportunity to move there, i wouldn't even have to think twice! like i said before, sometimes you have to take that risk. no one says it's gonna be easy, but damn it might be worth it, you'll never find out if you don't try!

& ngl, your stories are actually very inspiring for me & i started thinking about my life and what i can do to change it & just... simply find my happiness. much to think about.

[anilyan]

Time to message Hoyo about the colorism...

This is the text I prepared to send to Hoyo, to their emails (genshin_cs@hoyoverse.com | support_os@hoyoverse.com), feedback, eventual surveys...

Feel free to copy paste and send this exact thing as well. Feedback is appreciated before I send anything.

Shorter version below, and imo it's better.

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Subject: [Constructive Feedback] You can and should darken the skin tone of Natlan characters

Regarding the skin color discussion started by the reveal of Natlan characters:

We fans understand that the world of Teyvat is fictional, and that the Nations and characters are informed by different real cultures that end up being mixed to create a fictional setting. But it's also undeniable that some Nations in the world of Genshin are primarily inspired by some cultures more than others, and that character traits tend to reflect the main countries the Nation they inhabit is based on.

There are no consensus amongst fans regarding how accurate outfits are, and we know very little about the Nation itself, but it's undeniable that Hoyoverse researched and put a lot of effort into designing Natlan. Which is why it's a shame that all that effort is being drowned by the obvious racism and colorism reflected in the designs.

After Sumeru, Natlan was the only chance Hoyoverse would have to prove they were not afraid of designing characters with darker skin tones. Many people had hope, and the people of some of the cultures Natlan were based on hoped to see themselves represented. Even if you do not care about representation and respecting your fans, you should care about not bastardizing all of the good things that the new nation has to offer, and having at least some characters with a darker skin tone was the bare minimum that made sense.

YOU STILL HAVE TIME TO FIX THIS. Darken their skin tones. Significantly. Even Chinese fans are mocking you over your decisions, you're running out of excuses.

Hoyoverse has proven capable of change and adjusting their values over time - for example, your early depiction of female characters in Honkai Impact 3rd paled in comparison with the great writing of current female characters being put out, to not call it sexist. So me and many still want to believe you can recognize your mistake and fix it. You are a company that heavily supports fan and fan works, and who constantly invests in things that have a positive impact in society, which is why many people like to support you, and why this is so disapointing to see.

Do not let this taint your legacy. Tech otakus were supposed to change the world, remember? And perpetuating colorism is not how you should do it.

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Shorter version:

Regarding the skin color discussion started by the reveal of Natlan characters:

We fans understand that the world of Teyvat is fictional, and that the Nations and characters are informed by different real cultures that are mixed to create a fictional setting.

But it's undeniable that different Nations are inspired by different cultures, and that character traits tend to reflect the main countries the Nation they inhabit is based on.

With so much clear research put into the characterization of each nation, Natlan included, it's a shame to let those efforts be drowned by designs that reflect colorist and racist views.

It would make sense to have characters with significantly darker skin tons in Natlan, and many fans hoped for that.

Hoyoverse has proven capable of change for the better - for example, your early depiction of female characters in HI3 leaned on sexism and paled in comparison with the great writing of current female characters.

There are other things that the company does right, and you can do it again. Tech otakus were supposed to change the world, remember? And perpetuating colorism is not how you should do it.

So don't let this taint your legacy. Even Chinese fans are mocking your decisions.

Darken the skin color of the Natlan characters. You still have time.

[smolvenger]

Reunion (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: The sacred timeline is destroyed. And your missing, mischievous lover has returned. A confrontation and a fear of abandonment and betrayal with his return still bring about the passion you have for each other.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Smut! Smut! 18+ (P in V sex, dirty talk, doing it in an office). Discussions of the fear of death, abandonment, and being cheated on- but don’t worry Loki is faithful to reader and would never. The Loki and Sylvie relationship is made platonic as it should have been all along for the sake of the fic. Not as super revised as usual but it's not a rough draft, I just wanted this out quickly while we had the first episode as our main focus.

Comments, reblogs, dms, and asks about my work are always appreciated!

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract (smut starts at the line "Too long- Too long" and ends at "At once, he pulled himself up" for your comfort, bestie) @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @meowmeow-motherfucker @marvel-fanfic-lover @animnerd @twhiddlestufftuff

@goddessgirl143 @lunarnights95

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

A/N: With all the gifs out, I got the inspiration from the first episode. Wanted it out before the rest of the series makes me disappointed so I can go to delulu land again here. I hope you like it!

“OB! Better hurry up before your latte gets cold!” you called out. In your hand was a paper bag with the warm food and the other was a cup holder with the big cup of coffee. It’s a sweet smell just under your nostrils. 

It was a messy room with clutter on the floors and tables. They were all broken gadgets- more than you could name. All for that circular little room like OB’s circular little glasses. Well- it was understaffed. Only dear Ouroboros, or OB as everyone called him, fixed all that technology for the TVA. He was on the other end of the room piecing together a broken tempad. He then jumped around, grinned, and began to prance over to you from his main desk. The man was as happy as a squirrel it never occurred to him that he was lonely, overworked, and sleep-deprived. He insisted on working constantly without breaks- so you always thought he could use some caffeine and a bite to eat. 

“Oh! Y/N! Hello! Let me hurry over!” he chirruped.

 You set the bag and the cup on the desk before him, glad to see him so happy over your delivery.

“Here- it’s a large vanilla latte but I added two shots of espresso. I know you always pull all-nighters. And here- here’s your breakfast. I added a pastry in as well too. You could use the sugar rush.”

He peeked into the bag. He pulled out the food and began to unwrap it, his smile going up to his ears.

“Oh my gosh! A ham and egg on toast and a chocolate croissant!? My favorites! Oh- thank you, Y/N!” he said.

You smiled up at him, placing your hands on the desk.

“No problem- anything for the hardest worker here!” you responded.

He took a first sip, his eyes always bright. He let out a satisfied exhale from the delicious taste. Then he peeked over up at you, both hands on the warm cup.

“How are you, Y/N!? I don’t mean to pry but there’s this rumor I heard from B-15! Is it true? I heard you have a boyfriend! You never told me a word about thim-how is he?!”

It hit you like a kick in the ribs. You paused. Letting out a deep breath-suddenly the mood darkened. But, you could not pretend, even with OB, that you were worried about your lover. Your mischievous, divine lover. 

“OB, I know you’re not going to believe me. I know it’s kind of frowned upon- but it’s allowed. But my boyfriend he’s…he’s a Loki.”

“A Loki?” he repeated.

“Yes- The Loki. The one who tried to invade Loki- the one we all caught. I mean- he’s been here a while. I got to know him and…well, we fell for each other,” you explained. 

“Oh! Wow! Well-how does it work, an agent and a Loki?” he questioned.

“We- we find a way. I’ve just been-been worried about him. He had to go- go take care of something. You know the whole thing about timelines being messed with and the other Loki running around causing trouble? Something is up- something serious. He’s been gone for a bit- it’s been a few days. I haven’t heard anything directly from him. He could be dead by now. And there’s something else. The other thing is…is…”

You put a hand over your mouth, the gripping, biting urge to cry hitting you. But it was too strong. Your anxieties were a dam long contained and here they were out. OB set down his coffee to listen to you. Then you continued, the most private fear of yours confessed. 

“The Loki is a woman Loki. He’s with her to take care of this issue. That’s all I know. But it’s been a while- he’s still with her. And she’s powerful and strong and pretty and good at everything and perfect…. and how could I ever compete with her- and he’s-he’s already tossed me aside by now and left me for her by now and-”

Your voice cut off. You felt yourself about to cry. You squinted your eyes shut and looked down, putting your hand to your face-hot and tight. Finally, you lowered your head to the desk and began to cry.

“Oh- Y/N! It’s okay! There-there! You know even that kind of betrayal is low for a Loki! I don’t think most would even think of doing that- their trust is hard to earn! It will work out- shh, shh” he consoled, patting a hand on your back.

You returned up from the desk, tears streaming down your face.

“Oh- Y/N! Here- have some tissues!” OB offered. 

He got out a little plastic box from the corner of the desk. You pulled out one of the white tissues and wiped your eyes.

“Oh, Y/N. No wonder you’re worried. If you ever get sad about him or scared- you can visit me!” he offered.

“Even with all your work?” you asked, sniffling. 

“Oh, even with all my work! It’s nice to have company sometime!” he answered, nodding his head.

“Okay, I will…”

“Worst Case Scenario- I can fix a taser and just do it on him!” he offered. 

“Thanks, I’ll aim for the balls,” you replied.

Both of you broke into a bit of laughter. Then you said your goodbyes, and OB went back to work on the tempad with the sandwich in his free hand. 

You went about. Wiping tears off your hand. Maybe it was good to do just some office work. Focus on that- yes. It was comforting- to have something to consume your thoughts, your worries. If there was still a heart beating in his lover’s chest or if it stopped. Or if he abandoned your bed for the embrace of someone else. 

But then you heard- Kang was killed. The sacred timeline destroyed. It was an emergency, yet every single agent was running like a chicken with their head chopped off. 

Everything was going into chaos. The sacred timeline was destroyed. Everything was now free and open. Every timeline was shattered and now anything and everything could happen. Ravonna shoved paperwork into your chest.

“Here- Y/N! Take these and get them to HR! Now!” she requested. 

You clasped a file full of paperwork. Then you set off, clutching it to your chest. The view of the tall buildings, statues, and everything always makes your chest soften with its beauty. The bright lights. The sheer size of the place. You let in a deep breath to admire the sight. 

There was a noise. Footsteps. Intuitively, you turned your head for the sound. And the source ran before you.

Loki.

His shirt was a little torn in his rolled-up sleeves and his eyes wide, but it was him. His shirt was sweaty and tight. Buttons askew. His curls wild and free. He was more beautiful than you had ever seen him before. 

He paused, screeching his steps to a halt. You let out a small scream in spite of yourself, dropping the papers to your feet. Down they came in a cascade to the floor. You covered your mouth.

“...Y/N…” he panted out.

“Loki…is it…is it you…”

From the back, there was a voice crying. “There he is! Get him!”’

He looked in a panic and then turned around.

“Y/N- I’m-I’m-I missed you. I love you-but-but-but-”

More charging footsteps. He looked over at the balcony.

“Meet me down there!”

In a heartbeat, he threw himself over the balcony. You ran over.

“Loki- no!” you cried.

You looked down and saw him fall down through the air- but you knew the air would land him. It would be soft. Mobius ran by you- eyes wide. The agents, armed and ready. You peeked as he fell down, down, down. 

Not after- no- not after this time! To lose him again!

You ran. You chased him until you were breathless. Things were falling. TVA agents went after him. But you were steadfast- your heart racing in your ears. What mattered more was him. Timeline be damned- it was already. There was nothing else to do now, that mattered- but him!

You sprinted down the steps. Ran harder and faster. Tears threatening to come out.

He’s back- he’s back- he’s back!

“Loki! Loki I’m here! Don’t you-don’t you dare you fucker- you bastard, I’ll-” you cursed, breathless as you reached the last steps and got out to the floor. 

You looked around the place- searching, searching everywhere. Technology was malfunctioning- sparks flew from computers and screens. Agents everywhere still scattering. Alarms still went on, blasting into your ears. Agents were running all over the place. You looked around-seeing everything. Checking every room as people ran about. As a group gathered to watch the timeline break into pieces on a screen- you didn’t hear him behind you.

You felt two strong arms grab around you and pull you to a corner- a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Someone got you! But you could smell his sweat, his scent. Your eyes turned over-it was none other than your beloved Loki. 

“Y/N- here- we have to hide!” he said.

He practically dragged you over to the next room, shutting the door and locking it. It was a smaller, private space. A TVA office room was abandoned. Nothing but desks full of papers and computers but not a soul. Only the giant screen above detailing the sacred timeline’s downfall. Though you still heard alarms. The bustle of people from just outside. So much going on. But it was background noise to you now. You stood your ground, your hands gripping the skirt you wore for work. 

Loki went over and hugged you, your hands went up to embrace him back but were frozen mid-air.

“I needed to help the timeline!” he cried, releasing the hug. 

“You are needed here!” you insisted.

“Kang is at the loose- he has variants! I’ve been betrayed-”

“You think you’re the one betrayed!? What’s this I hear about a woman Loki you’ve been with?!”

“Wait- you mean Sl-”

In a heartbeat, you raised your hand and slapped him hard across the cheek. His head switched to the side, and the click of your hand hitting hard against his face echoed in the empty office. He caught it and nursed it with his hand. Tears fell down you again.

Then he quickly leaned over and grabbed yours. He pulled you to him, forcing you to look him in the eye. The red light of the alarms all over the office- turning red, then the familiar wan yellow of work. It glowed against his white skin, making him seem even more beautiful. 

“Y/N, I swear to you on my mother’s grave-she is no more than a sister to me! We worked together. No more than that. She kept telling me to shut up about you. Because-because I missed you so much and kept telling her how wonderful you were! I thought we could work together- but she didn’t. She did the one thing I begged her not to do- she broke the timeline- And now- now everything’s fallen apart-”

“I waited all this time and not a word from you!” you shouted. You didn’t care if it was petty. If it was being a helicopter girlfriend. You had stuffed your worries inside you for too long, and now it was out in the open. “Loki- I Was scared for you! You could have died and I would have never known!”

He put both his large hands on your face. Looking right at you.

“Y/N- with all of my heart- I am so sorry I vanished.” 

You had no words. He kept speaking to you, soft despite the chaos. Your mouth opened a little, but you had no words. You saw Loki was crying a little too as he continued. 

“If I could write to you- teleport to you- drag myself to your feet and beg for you I would! If I could even teleport to look at you- one tiny glance at you. To say one word to you- I would. It was impossible. But the stakes were high. I had to hurry. I did this because I feared for the safety of every person here- and most of all for you! Do you understand how scared I was when I saw how powerful Kang is!? That his variants could hurt you?! Norns- thank norns. I’m alive to see you again. To see you, hear your voice, touch you- Y/N, you’re safe-that is all I want. For you to be safe. Can you forgive me?”

You raised a hand to touch his.

“Loki, I…I…I’m so sorry I yelled-I…I forgive y-”

You never finished. His lips cracked onto yours.

 He groaned and you settled into it. He was needy- desperate. Too long, too long. You had forgotten how much his lips, his touch made you weak and craving more every time. His hands all over you. He turned you around, so you felt his erection against your covered ass. So he could kiss you, touch his hands over your breasts. He was kissing every bit of your neck he could, almost like biting into you- devouring and savoring you all over again like the first night you joined. He pressed his hips a little further so you could feel his hardening and you let out a gasp.

“Hel, do you feel what you do to me-even now-they’re all out to prune me again, to catch me, and all I want is your sweet warmth inside me-”

There was a slight explosion upstairs. The building shuddered. He kissed you further. Grinding a little into your hips. You felt your own panties suddenly dampen as if you stepped in a lake. You let out a gasp. He kept kissing you- his hands all over your nice, professional blouse and dress. Fingers wide to touch you, memorize you again. You turned around tugging at him-kissing him so much. Feeling his holster on his back-running a hand through his soft, beautiful curls you loved so much.

“Y/N-Y/N please-please-take me inside you- now-It’s been too long-”

“Yes- Yes, I will,” you voiced.  

The floor was shaking a little, there was a rumble like a small earthquake. People’s desk decorations, plants, and photos, were beginning to wobble if not fall over. He gathered your skirt up.

“Quick- be quick darling-they’re looking for me. We don’t have time,” Loki rasped.

He pulled you down. Holding you so that he laid down and you were on top. You clutched at his buttons. Hands shaking, ripping them apart- displaying his body, so pale, muscled, beautiful. His large hands went up to your hems, your tights. He grabbed your legs so hard- so close to him. Never to leave. Fingers digging into your skin. 

“Gods- my beautiful, desperate goddess- come on, dear- just spread your legs-now- hurry-”

You could hardly breathe as he took your skirt and bunched it to your hips. Exposing you to him. You began to grind on him- keeping yourself in the heat of your desire for him. And his for you, nearly ripping it further. He then took his hands over your breasts, your shirt-ripping buttons that came off-they splattered on the floor. Your chest exposed like his.  He kissed and touched your breast. Then in a split second, his hands went to your soaking panties.

“Nrgh- this- now this is what I need-no-no time- forgive me-again-”

 He then moved his hands up and his strong arms flexed as he ripped your panties in half.t- ripping so that your pussy was out and exposed. With trembling fingers, you went down to his pants. Quickly unbuttoning it. He adjusted his hips so that he was out.  He adjusted himself quickly, so his cock came free- so large and hard.

“Darling-just-just let me- let me-here-” he breathed out. In a second, he pushed your hips down so he sheathed inside you. You let out a gasp- he fit well- already all of him in. 

You spread your legs and got on him. Immediately setting at a pace. Fast, desperate. There was another shudder and papers flew. He began to thrust. Your breasts bounced in turn- it was hitting the right spot, a deep spot. So quick and deep, you were letting out moans. But with the alarms and cacophony of sounds you blended in. 

“L-L-Loki-I-I-” you breathed out.

He thrust thrust thrust so fast in you- it was so out of control. You were losing your breath. Another sound of electric and you let out a moan. You took a trembling hand. You found one of his daggers, despite the pounding into your bouncing body. You took it out-holding the blade to his throat, still thrusting. 

“If-If you ever- ever cheat on me I will-I’ll kill the both of you!” you hissed. 

He only smiled as he felt the blade.

“Yes- Y/N- to be killed by-by-fuck- you. Even- Even a god would want to die like that.”

He then gripped your arm and tipped it around so that it was thrown out of your hands onto the floor. Then he gripped your hips, thrusting still at that pace. Keeping you there. His hands move to feel your skin, memorize you.

“Yes-yes-Yes there-there, sweet girl- you’ve missed this cock- I’ve missed this sweet pussy of yours-wet and desperate-”

He groaned as he thrust into you. Your breasts in your bra bouncing, almost coming out. You reached a hand down- feeling his shoulders- his exposed chest with the little hairs. His hand reached down. Your clit was swollen and ready. He began to play with it- meeting the wild, desperate pace of his thrusting. Papers flew from the desk over the floor. 

“Lo-Loki I- ah! Yes, I- ah- fuck-just-just keep…keep going yes-”

He groaned, his neck straining-

“Yes- little goddess here- I-do -I-I I- fuck-what about you and those men at the TVA-shit-leering at you- can they-nrgh- give you pleasure- no other agent- no other person- can- can dare-dare touch you-you’re mine, all mine-none can fuck you here-yes- keep-dammit-dammit- just cum, cum, my dear-just-”

He pounded you into a fury- you bounced around, so much it was getting too much, your pleasure going up, you could feel it building- you gripped onto his shoulders, feeling everything about to clench. Rising up, up, as wild as the alarms blaring around you. 

‘Yes-Yes-Loki- I’m-I’m goingtocumI’mgoingto-”

Your voice kept hitching up high, then higher. Like little gasps, almost small screams- the near release. He kept at his pace.

“Yes- yes, my dear- go-go I’m about to-yes-go with me darling- cum now, cum sweet gril-Cum, dammit-CUM!”

With a high gasp, it broke on you. Everything in your muscles released. You got dizzy. You felt his own cum shoot out inside you. Your breath was held and you felt him relax beneath you. He pulled out of you.

 At once he pulled himself up, touching your forehead. All the noise had gone- there was just the two of you now. Not wanting one bit of you apart.  

“Y/N- I promise. Nothing is going to keep my little pet away from me. Whatever happens now- we face it together.”

You nodded, nuzzling into him. It seemed the panic had settled. The alarms and lights went back to silent normalcy. Even with the chatter and footsteps, here in the little office, things seemed peaceful.

“Loki- I understand. You have great, important things. You’re doing the right thing- but…if I can be with you- if there is anything I can do to help- I’ll do it.”

“I love you so much- and I’ve missed you so much, my Y/N.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you replied. 

Getting up, you helped each other readjust your clothes. Button back each other’s shirts. He kissed you again and you both hurried out clutching hands. You didn’t know what would happen next, but his hand was in yours. That was all you needed for now. 

[numinously-yours]

Pick a card: From your Soulmate

Happy Friday! Today's reading is a soulmate reading. Your reading includes: Characteristics of your soulmate & a note from them <3

Pile 1: Ace of Pentacles

I’ve been kicked down in life, but each time I get back up the light at the end of the tunnel gets brighter. I have been trying hard to trust in the universe because I know it’s bringing me everything I could want – and that’s you. You are such a compassionate, beautiful, smart, and wonderful person pile 1. You know how they say to never stop dating the person you’re with? That is my plan with you – to woo you forever. You deserve to be wined and dined. I hope to show you each day how much you mean to me. I’ll bring you flowers. I’ll give you shoulder rubs. I’ll tell you silly jokes just to make you laugh. I will spend our time together making sure you never feel unloved. You are my manifestation and I can’t wait to be with you.

Pile 2: The Lovers

Your love is a breath of fresh air. Being with you brings me mental clarity. It makes me understand that the way I’ve been treated in relationships up until now were not an accurate representation of a healthy relationship. Gosh, it is so refreshing! You may find when we begin our relationship that I am hesitant to make big decisions. Because you are showing me something I’ve never known before, it is going to take a little time for me to be convinced that you’re not going away. But let me tell you, once I am shown time and time again that you show up, it is game over (in the best way). The way that we align will take away all the doubts I’ve ever had about love. And I won’t be able to thank you enough.

Pile 3: The Hanged Man

A lot of my life has been about competition; mainly, competition with myself. I have a need to prove myself. I want to be the best at what I do. And I know that that mindset isn’t always the most productive. With you in my life, soulmate, I am reminded to pause. I am reminded that there are more perspectives out there from my own and that I’m allowed to let go of what I think SHOULD be to open room for what IS. You’re really going to allow me to look at my shadow self and understand why I have this need to be better than the previous version of me. You’re going to help me see the restraints that I’m binding myself with. My competitive nature will always be a part of me but I’m looking forward to the time in my life where I can experience joy just being who I am, where I don’t feel like I need to be constantly winning. My life with you is the ultimate prize.

Pile 4: Two of Cups

I’ve held myself back for much of my life with the fear that I don’t have the tools to succeed. I always think that if I just had that one thing – more money, more confidence, more time – that then I can take the plunge. At times, I also find myself wanting to do everything for everyone. If I put effort into one thing, I feel like I am neglecting the other, and then I stop doing either. I want to be the best RIGHT NOW, no matter how unrealistic. And then you came into the picture. My inspiration, my muse, my reminder that each day is a clean slate. Not only do I know we will grow together, but I know that I will grow personally because of you. You never fail to encourage me to follow my dreams. You have a way of reminding me that, even if I “fail”, I can always get something out of a situation which means I didn’t fail at all. I really hope I can do the same thing for you because you deserve the same, if not more, of the energy you give to me.

[delusional1sworld]

We can't be friends.

I'm back from the dead guys. This college au is inspired by the new ariana grande song and possibly a personal experience.

"I don't think we should keep doing this anymore."

I looked up at the white haired man standing in front me. While my heart yearned to object, I knew better.

"Okay Satoru."

Just like that, the last 7 months flew out the window as he left walked away.

...

Afterwards, the next two weeks were a a vivid blur. Walking from one class to another robotically yet actively retracing our every step.

January: After nearly two months of break, we were both yearning to connect again. His excitement to see me was nearly uncontainable. My heart smiled at the old thought. His childish smile. Laughing blue eyes. However, our classes didn't line up anymore. We were barely able to squeeze in time to see each other in between breaks. But, we still made do. He was happy and so was I.

February: He was drifting. While I craved to see him constantly, he didn't. Every minute spent together felt forced. He doesn't look at me anymore; his eyes were trained to the pixels on his screen. Yet, I hoped it was just a rough patch.

The heaviness in my heart deepened as I climbed the stairs we use to walk up together. Memories upon memories. Feelings upon feelings. Why do I do this to myself. Why can't I shut my mind off.

March: We hit our limit.

"All the time I spent with you before, y/n, stopped me from connecting from everyone else. I've had more fun this semester than last semester."

The last sentence shot through my heart. He has more fun when I'm not around. Am I that boring.

Ignoring the increasing aching in my heart, I merely nodded.

"But I still want you in my life y/n. Can we still be friends?"

Another shot.

I was more attached to him than he was to me. Yet he was the one who wanted me first. I once again nodded, refusing to let him see the impact of his words.

As our conversation arrived at its end, Satoru asked one more question. One that seemingly painted doubt in his actions: "Did you think we were compatible? Did I make you a better person in any way?"

"Not really Satoru. I imagined you with someone bolder. And as for the better person part, I don't think you had that much of an impact on me. This thing we had was just fun."

If I'm being honest Satoru, I think we clicked as an opposites attract type of couple. And I want more. This was not just "fun".

For a moment there I thought I saw a flash of hurt in Satoru's eyes. But he quickly bounced back as he jokingly asked for final words. I shook my head. With that, Satoru gave a small smile as he turned away and I watched his back disappear into the crowd.

[mudisgranapat]

FitnessInfluencer!Reader x GymBro!Ghost

so i’ve recently really gotten into going to the gym and i can’t stop thinking about Ghost working out and reader being an annoying influencer that is always recording at the gym. the last thing he needs is a camera in his face when he is trying to work out and de-compress from his deployment.

After finally finding a 24 hour gym, you get your things ready to film your content. Your youtube channel is one of the most popular nowadays, and it’s the platform where you make most of your videos. Most of them teach people workout series, ranging from stuff they can do at home, hardcore exercises and even a step to step guide on how to use each gym equipment, so newbies don’t get scared of training for the first time by themselves. However, sometimes, you do some vlogging on the side, showing your daily routine and other things, like skincare.

You figure 3 am is a good time to go to the gym and record - no one is at training by then and your schedule is already fucked anyways. Not having an office or regular work hours has its ups and downs, but at least you are in charge of own routine, since you make a surprisingly good amount of money from your videos.

You take your own time, making a protein smoothie (and obvioulsy recording it, as you had a paid partnership with the supplement’s brand) and writing down your ideas for the video you want to do today. You stick to a simple “leg day” vlog, typing on your phone what machines and reps you want to do.

Choosing a simple purple top and matching leggings, you make your way towards the gym on your Range Rover, Stanley cup filled with water on the cup holder. You roll your eyes as you make a turn and can feel the water dripping out of the cup. You make a note to yourself to bring a water bottle the actually works next time and keep it off camera, so the useless cup can just sit on frame for aesthetic purposes while your record.

If you had to point out one thing you hated about your job, it would be having to keep up with all the (in your opinion, useless) trends, so you could reach a bigger audience. At the end of the day, it was about making money, although you loved how your content got to inspire people to be more active. If it meant you had to carry a metal 40oz lead poisoned cup with you for a couple of hours, then so be it.

As soon as you park your car at the gym’s empty parking lot, you pull out your vlog camera, not noticing the single black truck parked in the far corner, under a tree.

Sometimes you wonder if you would hate your “vlog persona” if you met her in real life. Repeating the same phrases over and over again, trying to get the best take, constantly looking for better lighting. What looks good on camera, in real life, just looks painfully awkward sometimes, specially when you are talking to an audience that isn’t even there. You push those thoughts to the back of your head, as you slide your card at the gym’s card reader, opening the doors.

“Anyways, guys. I know it sounds crazy right?” You make your way into the gym, re-recording the introduction at least 3 times so you know you’ll have good material to edit later. “Training at 3 a.m. I don’t even know if it’s technically morning or night right now.” You joke to the camera. “Let me know in the comments if I should start the videos with ‘Good morning’ or ‘Goodni’-“ a hand suddenly grabs the camera from your hand, holding it right above your head. You stare at the man who seemed to materialise out of the shadows.

“How about ‘Goodbye’.” He says, and you barely have time to register his sarcasm as he slams your camera on the floor, breaking it in pieces. You stand there, frozen, while the man swings his duffel bag over his shoulders and heads out of the gym.

When you finally regain your senses, he is long gone, and you’re left wondering to yourself, not only who he is, but also who does he think he is. You barely had time to register what he looked like, simply recalling we was well over 6ft tall and build like a fucking tank. But regardless of his built, if he believes, even for a second, that he can do something like that and just walk away unscathed, he is dead wrong.

You can’t wait to see him again.

A.N: wrote this with my eyes literally closing, but i just couldn’t get it out of my head (sorry for any mistakes, def not proofread). hopefully it’s not complete shit. let me know if you want to see more of this! i could see this becoming either a short series or at least having one more part. Let me know if you want to be tagged if this has a part 2 :)

[lam-ila]

The Bet || Brock Boeser

Summary: Attending a family skate with your brother, Elias, reveals your relationship with his teammate, Brock.

Word Count: 1,051

Warnings: none (please let me know if you find any that i should add)

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a/n: this is for @cellythefloshie’s birthday bingo!! happy (early) birthday celly! i hope you like this!

the prompts i chose are “i bet…”, secret lovers, at the rink for the free space, inspired by (henry viii it’s a weird one ik but it was a fun little tidbit to include), and brother’s teammate

this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

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Your brother, Elias Pettersson, invited you to the Canucks’ family skate. It was a tradition for you to go every year and you weren’t going to break tradition this year. However, this year was different; this year, you were not only going as Elias’ sibling, but also as Brock’s partner.

Except no one knew that. No one except you and Brock.

So there you were, at the family skate as Elias’ sibling, not Brock’s partner.

You were on your second lap around the ice with your brother when Quinn called him over. Taking that as an opportunity to talk to your boyfriend, you skated over to Brock, hoping that Quinn would take a while to talk to Elias.

“Hey babe.” Brock greeted you with a smile, trying to take your hand in his. You skated a little to the left, creating a bigger distance between the two of you.

“Brock!” You scolded him. “Elias is right there.”

“So?” He asked, skating to left, just like you had, to lessen the distance. “I bet you can hang out with me for the rest of the family skate without him noticing.”

“Um…” You glanced over to Elias and Quinn who were already on the other side of the ice. “Sure why not? Ten bucks?” Brock dramatically shook his head, making you laugh.

“Nope, I’m not taking money for this bet.”

“Then what do you want?” You scrunched your face, confused at what Brock wanted.

“If I’m right, we tell Elias about us.”

“And if you’re wrong?”

“We tell Elias about us.”

“No.” You stated while starting to skate away from Brock, but before you could leave, he caught your hand, halting you in your tracks.

“Oh come on,” Brock skated up to you after letting go of your hand, so that you were both in line with each other again. “it’s been three months. He deserves to know.”

“He’s not gonna be happy.”

“We don’t know that.”

“I know that. He’s my brother. I know him.”

“He’s my teammate and my friend. I know him too. He’ll be fine.” You stayed quiet for a bit, contemplating whether or not to go along with the bet.

“Alright fine.” You broke your silence. “Let’s see if he notices that I’m with you.”

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You and Brock skated around the ice together for a little under an hour longer with you constantly having to avoid and ignore Brock’s attempts to hold your hand. You understood that he wanted to be vocal about your relationship, but you weren’t ready for that yet; as much as you wanted the world to know, you felt as if there was an anchor holding you back, especially when it came to telling Elias. You knew he wanted what was best for you and what was best for Brock, but you were unsure if what he thought was best for the both of you was each other.

“You two have been chatty today.” Elias said, seemingly coming out of nowhere as you were focused on your thoughts. You slightly shook your head as if mentally rewinding your memories to remember what he said.

“Brock and I were just-” you started before Brock cut you off.

“We’re dating.” He sternly said.

“No.” Elias spurted out, stopping in his tracks. “No you’re not.”

“Yes we are.” Brock gently took your hand in his and this time, you let him. “We’ve been together for three months.”

“No you’re not.” Elias repeated, a little louder this time.

“Elias please,” you added, looking around at everyone skating around you three. “you’re making a scene.”

“I’m making a scene?” He perplexedly exclaimed. “You’re the ones who have kept this a secret from me!” You looked around once again, noticing more people starting to stare at you.

“Can we at least get off the ice?” Elias followed your gaze, noticing the stares present upon your trio.

“Yeah, sure.” He quietly said, skating away and off the ice. He plopped himself on one of the benches, aggressively untying his skates and focusing all of his attention to them to avoid looking at you. You trailed behind him with Brock trailing behind you and sat yourself next to your brother. Before you could lean down to untie your skates, Brock crouched down to untie them for you.

“E?” You asked while looking at him, unsure of how he would respond. He continued to avoid your glance, reaching for his running shoes and putting them on. “Elias please, talk to me.” Brock finished taking off your skates, handing you your running shoes. You followed your brother’s actions and put them on.

“My shoes are over there.” Brock pointed away from the bench you and Elias were seated at. “I’m gonna go get them.” You and Brock locked eyes as you gave him a quick and short nod, silently telling him that you and Elias needed some time to talk to alone. Once Brock was out of earshot, Elias spoke up.

“I want what’s best for both of you, but I’m not sure if…” He trailed off, virtually confirming what you already assumed. You stayed silent, unsure of how to respond. “He’s been in five relationships since I’ve met him,” Elias hesitantly continued, voice slightly quivering. “all of which have ended terribly.” Your brother finally turned his head to look at you, although he still couldn’t find it in himself to meet your gaze. “I don’t want that to happen to either one of you.”

You took a deep breath, thinking of the right thing to say.

“I understand,” you looked over at Brock sitting at a bench further away from you, then back at your brother. “but you have have to have a little faith in us, in me.” You paused, studying Elias’ face to try and figure out what he was thinking. “Please trust us just a little when we tell you that we made a good decision.”

You looked back over to Brock, who was now looking at you and you motioned with your head for him to come back.

“Okay fine, I just-” Elias sighed heavily, cutting himself off. He turned to Brock and pointedly stated “Don’t. Hurt. Them.”

“I won’t, don’t worry.” Brock said, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Good because if you do, I’m coming for you.”

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Yes, My Lady?

Characters: Ada Tennant x fem!reader

C/w: none, Tennant flirts with reader constantly, she/her pronouns used for both the character and to refer to the reader

A/n: Reverse: 1999 is such a good game i love it sm, and..well inspiration struck, I love Tennant so much, shes so 🤭. I usually write the readers gender neutral but, well, we all know why i did it (for the lesbians ;P) HELP This work will be divided in various parts so i hope you guys enjoy!!! This is also my first time writing for another fandom so reblogs and likes are super appreciated!!! <3

Walking through the quiet streets of London, a soft breeze being the only sound ruffling tree leaves, it felt..eerily calm for such dangerous street.

Even with no one in sight, that feeling of anyone jumping out of the shadows stayed with her…Goosebumps traveled her skin, hands trembling as she kept walking, trying to ignore the strange feeling within her. Quiet but deadly was the thing that came behind her, all sense of calmness had left Y/n, her blood turning cold when suddenly, gunshots could be heard behind her

“Sorry but I can’t let anyone get in the way of me and my lady”

The thing that held Y/n momentarily, crumbled to the floor, her eyes looking back to see an unfamiliar woman. She was now walking towards Y/n’s figure, her smile showed a sense of comfort; a small contrast to the climate surrounding the area

“I apologize, it seems I have yet to introduce myself, I’m Tennant”- As she spoke, a rose was taken from her coat, placing it behind Y/n’s ear -“However, your name is still a mystery to me”

“I’m Y/n..thank you for earlier”

Her words Made Tennant smile and chuckle at y/n’s demeanor. Her lips brushed her hand softly, looking at her eyes with such captivity

“Anything for a dashing lady like you, may I ask where you are headed?”

Tennant’s voice was but a whisper against Y/n’s ear, she couldn’t help but feel safe around the woman she just met…or..have they met before?

“I was heading home for the day, I might make a small detour..if you’re willing to share a meal with me that is”

She wasn’t expecting such an invitation out of the blue, even if she saved her life. Tennant agreed to it, eyes wandering around Y/n’s outfit while her arm wrapped around her waist. The restaurant Tennant chose was far from normal; in a way that its architecture was designed to look more regal, antique even. The interior was definitely better, Tennant chuckled softly upon seeing her face in awe.

“Order anything you want, it’s on me”

“I couldn’t possibly do that! Not after you’ve practically saved me..It should be the other way around, I don’t mind paying”

Taking her wallet out, Tennant sighed, pushing it back in Y/n’s pocket as she took hers out, a credit card appeared between her fingers as she was now sliding it towards the worker who quickly took them into a more exclusive area of the establishment

“Trust me, you’re worth any penny I spend on you, you’re my guest after all”

Defeated, Y/n took a seat in front of her. The evening was delightful, a couple of drinks and small talk was more than enough for them. Even the food was exquisite, there wasn’t anything else that could surpass the evening spent with her

“Thank you once more for the lovely evening”

Her hands remained on Y/n’s waist as she got her keys from the bag she wore. Tennant smiled one last time before letting her go; she walked back to her home, one empty with nothing to fill the silence but a coffee maker. The smell of coffee brought a smile upon Tennant’s face, yet she began to question herself, why was she so attracted to the girl she met today, although, she already knew exactly why, they were childhood friends. However it felt like they were destined to be with each other and Tennant was for sure following that gut feeling she had.

A few weeks passed, things began to get worse around her area. However, there was still that light of hope that she would meet Y/n again. Apart from her job, she had nowhere to be, always cooped up at her home after work hours, unless a friend of hers was in town. Upon entering the bar she frequented, Y/n sat on one of the barstools as she drank (beverage of choice). It seems she was drunk, asking for someone while the lovely bartender tried asking her more questions about the person she was talking about. Tennant sat nearby her, placing her hat on the counter as she listened in

“She’s just so..pretty, long blonde hair..almost like an angel in disguise, she also carries um..a red hat”- Y/n paused as she saw that the bartender pointed beside her “-she’s right beside me, isn’t she?” The person smiled and nodded, taking Tennant’s order briefly before leaving you two to talk

“I had a feeling you’d be here..are you okay?” Her voice turned soft seeing Y/n’s tears run down her cheeks. She leaned closer, wiping her tears away while smiling

“I don’t know, things have been so rough since we’ve last met..it’s crazy” Y/n sighed, spending time with her as Tennant finished her drink, eventually they ended up going to a nearby park. It was surprisingly blooming with people, taking a seat beside her in a public bench, Y/n stared at the many stars in the night sky. Feeling a heavy breeze, she trembled due to the sudden cold. Tennant saw this and grinned

“How come you’ve forgotten to bring your own coat? You’re lucky I enjoy the coldness of winter”

Warmth wrapped around Y/n as Tennant took off her coat, making sure she was comfortable

“You like the winter too? I just didn’t think it would get this cold tonight..”

A sense of deja vu rushed through Y/n’s veins as they went towards her home, it felt like that same night when she was saved and brought home, without thinking twice, she held Tennant’s hand, preventing her from leaving before speaking

“Why don’t you come in? I promise it’s cozy”

Y/n added, a smile of satisfaction upon her features as Tennant entered gracefully in her home; she was right, it was indeed cozy, the area of the living room felt comforting somehow. Her eyes trailed over the medium sized radio that played some music, meanwhile Y/n sat down on the sofa, her body accompanying hers as she sighed.

“Do you live alone? Must be sad for a lady like you to have no company during the night”

Leaning on her shoulder, Y/n sighed, hands intertwined with Tennant’s as she answered her question

“Mn, yeah, I’m afraid I haven’t gotten the chance to live with someone, it’s been lonely for the past years..”

“Would you like to move in with me then?”

Pt 2 | Pt 3 (coming soon)

[obsessive-dumpling]

If you don't mind, can I ask something from My Hero Academia? What do you think are Midoriya and Bakugou's greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....

Also, If you don't mind me asking (again), can I also ask your top fav characters and fav moments from the series (BNHA)...? Thanks if you want to answer....

Hello! I'm so sorry, I'm not sure how long this has been sitting in my asks because I don't know about y'all, but mine is a black hole. (For real, I checked today and it said I had 8 asks but I could only see 2 and one of them was one I have been trying to delete for like ten years but it won't budge. So if you send an ask and I don't answer, know that it's due to the black hole. It will give you back to me when the time is right. I hope.) But I am more than happy to answer!

What do /I/ think are Midoriya and Bakugo's greatest personality strengths and weaknesses... There really isn't enough time and space for me to cover all my thoughts but...

Let's start with Baku, shall we? I think that his greatest personality strength is actually his charisma. *Crickets* Wait! Hear me out! Baku throughout the series is often painted into a position of leadership. In the beginning, it is thought that, that is solely based on his strong quirk. But it's not. He exhibits having that leadership quality even before him and Izuku are supposed to get their quirks. During the Licensing Exam Arc (as well as the Kidnapping Arc) Aizawa gives a whole [2] monologue[s] about this. Katsuki is a natural born leader and hero though he presents prickly. And I think the reason why is because the charisma he exudes is authentic and honest to his character and others can see that. He might be perceived as mean but he is trustworthy and he has follow through. Any joint trainings or missions we've seen him in shows that. His teammates may complain, but they don't actually question him. They trust him and his assessment, judgement, and execution of resolving a situation. Though not traditionally "charismatic", we have to give it to the man who has won "favorite character" as many consecutive times as he.

For Deku, it's much less nuanced and much more straightforward. His biggest personality strength is without a doubt his unwaivering belief in people. He truly believes the best in every single person. I don't think I need to expound on that one as much, as it is shown *waves at entire show* countless times.

Before I get into the weaknesses, I would like to point out that these two characteristics put together start to answer one of your other questions: "Why do you love their dynamic?" I love their dynamic for many reasons but when you face these two characteristics in these two different characters (who start out at odds) and make them face each other, something beautiful happens.

Izuku's unwaivering belief in Katsuki to be better, to be THE BEST, and Katsuki's unwaivering resolve to always show up as he is WITH expectation calling him to new heights, and then watching that cycle motivate Izuku to be a better version of his own self is just so....inspiring? The word doesn't feel big enough. They are the personification of an infinity symbol. ♾️ Just constantly pouring back into one another and becoming stronger for it.

It really brings back the meaning of "rivals" and what they should be. I feel like the Shonen genre has a habit of getting caught in its own equation of what makes a Shonen a Shonen and loses the meaning of what the genre was originally created to promote: rising above it all. Bakudeku does a really great job of calling out the bad points of the genre and resetting them back to a worthy messaging. We're all continuously learning and trying and growing to be the very best we can be. And that progress is never supposed to end.

With that said, let's talk about weaknesses.

Baku's is obvious: his pride. The boy ends up having amazing amount of self reflection, but it comes at the cost of having a painful amount of time for self correction. And he's still trying. And I'm certain that it is Horikoshi's vision to have him always trying and learning and growing some more. None of us are perfect, not even Kacchan of the Bakugo's. And that's, again, how it should be. Katsuki is a great character for wearing his flaws so openly on his sleeves from start to finish.

Deku's is less obvious I think: his pride. Yes, I think they both have the same downfall. Izuku's pride and arrogance does not come from the same place as Baku's. His comes from a fearless pit that allows him to throw his body around like it means nothing. Self sacrificial without the awareness. Dangerous combo. Baku has him beat by miles on the self awareness train. A strategic brain without self awareness allows him to overcome virtually all his obstacles without any consideration for the consequences to himself or those who care for him. This is a repeated theme that we see illustrated time and time again by Inko and by the end, all of his friends and Kacchan himself. Izuku's pride is arguably bigger than Katsuki's, which therefore makes it harder to overcome. To be honest, I don't think we've actually really seen this have ANY concrete improvement throughout the series as he regularly reverts to self sacrificing throughout the entire series BUT I do think it will be addressed by the end. He is, as of now, at least aware of his shortcomings.

I could talk about these two for days so obviously they are included in my last answer to your questions: top favs. So these are my favorites outside of our wonder duo (for the record all of my fav moments are bkdk):

-Hawks: I love the duality he lends to the series in bringing the question: how do you form morals you can stand on in a corrupt society? Specifically in a transitional generation (a generation between two times in history like millennials and Gen Z's (in their own rights)) while the world falls apart around you.

-Shoto: As someone who comes from complicated, multigenerational trauma, I really did not want to like Shoto or his story. I tried to get away from being a fan but honestly the ultimate move he developes and the resolution he comes up with for his own families story killed me. A flame that doesn't destroy?! Come on! He literally became peace! I didn't stand a chance!

-Koji Koda & Mezo Shoji with Spinner: Tackling the complexities of racism in modern times where people try to say it doesn't still exist. Holding everyone accountable, as they should. There is so much here.

-Tenya Iida: Define justice for me really quick. This man is trying his ducking best.

-Fat Gum: I'm so glad you're not dead! Sunshine incarnate. He makes me WANT to believe in myself.

-Mount Lady: Turn around of the century for me as a character. I love a "came in shallow but stood firm when everyone else ran" queen.

-Virtually every character in MHA because they all give the same message:

Be.

Better.

Be.

Better!

Be!

Better!

Be Better!

God all of THIS is why I love MHA. Why I love bakudeku. I know I'm going off now and I'm sorry but, it's fucking scary outside right now.

Our world is crumbling.

And I can hear man,

named Kohei Horikoshi,

who had no superpower,

but was an artist,

and used the talent that he did have to create a series,

that allowed him to SHOUT at the world to:

BE BETTER!

He wanted to create a symbol of hope.

And he did it.

And that is my absolute favorite part of My Hero Academia. 💛❤️💙

@dnana-2809-blog thanks for the ask 💛🥟

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Unhealthy Dependence

This is part 3 of my demon twins au. part one part two

Unedited so if you see any errors feel free to let me know!

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Danyal slept better then he had in a long time, and till passed dawn at that! He didn’t quite know what time it was when there was a knock at the door, he woke up and Damian was still next to him. It took Damian a moment to process and then he went rigid as a board, Danyal understood, if they had been caught sleeping in the same bed like this back in the league they would have been punished for such a sign of weakness and dependency. Danyal wasn’t as worried, with how affectionate Dick was he didn’t think that anyone was shamed for affection here.

“Master Danyal, will you be coming down for brunch?” Alfred asked, and Danny smiled a little, Alfred was kind and polite, he could already tell they were going to like him

“Yes, sure, me and Damian will be there in a minute,” He said, making a soft oof sound when Damian hissed and yanked him back, covering his mouth. What? There was no point in hiding it. Alfred would be going to Damian’s room next and it would be clear he wasn’t in there after a moment.

“Very good, the meal will be in 15 minutes,” Alfred said without missing a beat and they listened to his footsteps echo softly down the hall.

“Danyal! What are you thinking?!” Damian demanded. Danyal rolled his eyes and pushed Damian’s hand away from his mouth.

“Don’t worry Ahki, I have good reason to believe such things aren’t against the rules, or even disapproved of here. Besides, how would you have gotten back into your room in time for him to rouse you? If you’re worried about being in trouble for sleeping together no doubt you would be for sleeping through the morning call. Now go on back to your room, we have 15 minutes to make ourselves presentable for the day, and I know you fuss about your hair,” Danny said, beginning to shoo his brother out of his bedroom.

Damian scowled and glared at Danny but he left silently, they’d see if Danyal’s little gamble bore any fruit, if no one mentioned them sharing a room at all then he was sure it would be fine. He was pretty sure that it would be fine, and if not he’d take the blame. He watched Damian go and then closed the door going to see what clothes Alfred had gotten for him, it was pretty plain, just a pair of jeans and a polo shirt that would match his eyes. It was nice enough, and they fit so he got dressed quickly, and combed his fingers through his hair. He didn’t care if it was a little messy.

He was looking forward to getting to choose his own clothes though! That wasn’t something he’d ever gotten to do, with the league having a uniform and then coming here. What was his style like? Maybe he could ask Tim to help him get on the internet so he could search for inspiration, and he should ask Bruce what his expectations were as well. The others seemed to have pretty well defined sense of style, each different from the others, he was sure he would be allowed to cultivate his own sense of style as well.

Once he was dressed he left his room, waiting in the hall for Damian to join him, he always took longer to get ready because of his hair. Danny didn’t mind, Damian’s slicked back and spikey hair was the easiest way to tell them apart, especially from the back, so it was worth the wait to not constantly be confused. When Damian came out and they went down to breakfast together, silent but side by side.

It seemed like they were the last ones to the table this morning. Bruce was there, reading the paper at the head of the table, Tim was there too, clutching a big mug of coffee like a lifeline. Judging by the bags under his eyes it was probably the only thing keeping him upright, maybe he needed a twin to sneak into his bedroom at night to make sure that he was sleeping. Cass was there too, looking a little more awake then the other two, sipping a cup of tea with a bowl of cut up fruit in front of her. This was not a family of morning people, clearly.

Apparently Cass preferred a lighter breakfast then the pancakes with fruit and bacon that Alfred was bringing out for the rest of them. It was different fare then Danny and Damian were used to as well, but it smelled good and it would be very rude to turn down the food. Danny murmured his thanks and Damian nodded in acknowledgment when Alfred placed plates in front of both of them. “Would you like some tea as well young masters?” Alfred asked them politely.

“Yes please,” the two of them said in sync with each other, and then made faces at each other in lock-step as well. Alfred kept a straight face, Cass smiled at them, and Bruce suppressed a snort behind his newspaper, betraying that he was paying more attention to them then it first seemed.

Bruce folded his newspaper and set it aside, pulling his plate towards himself. That seemed to clue Tim in to the presence of food, prompting him to down the rest of his coffee and pull his plate towards him as well. Taking the queue from them Danny started eating, humming softly in enjoyment, the pancakes were warm and fluffy, the fruit was nice and sweet, and the savoury bacon was a nice compliment.

“Thank you, it’s very good,” He praised Alfred softly when the older man returned with cups of tea for both the brothers.

“You’re welcome master Danny,” Alfred said with a soft, approving smile.

Under the table Danny kicked Damian’s ankle before he could scoff at the interaction. Instead his brother hissed and glared at him, being met by a passive and innocent smile. Damian huffed and shoved another bite of pancake in his mouth. Good, he could keep his opinions to himself, especially about someone who was clearly very important to the family despite being a ‘servant’, Damian just didn’t have the emotional intelligence to see that yet.

“So, I was thinking it would be a good idea for me to spend some one on one time with both of you to get to know each of you,” Bruce said looking between the two twins. They nodded, that made sense, they were quite different after all! “So I was thinking I’d take Danny out today to shop for clothes, decorations for your room, do an activity while we’re out, make a day of it. And I’ll do the same with Damian tomorrow?”

Danny looked up sharply, giving Bruce a suspicious look, why did he want to take Danny first? Didn’t he say last night that Bruce should focus on Damian? This was the opposite!

It was Damian’s turn to kick Danny under the table before he could object, causing him to bite his tongue and look at his brother, who was glaring at Danny. He frowned and flicked his eyes towards their father in a subtle ‘go on’ gesture. Danny took a deep breath, right, he shouldn’t alienate their father too badly, and going first wasn’t a bad thing. He could tell Damian about what was expected and give his brother a little more time to settle in and get comfortable before he had to face wider society.

“Sure, sounds like fun,” Danny said putting on a smile and forcing down his annoyance.

Bruce was giving them an odd calculating look, and Danny subtly took another deep breath to settle and brace himself. “Alright, we’ll leave in a couple of hours so you can get ready.” Bruce said after a moment of unnecessarily tense silence, at least in Danny’s opinion! Unless they knew about something he hadn’t clued in to yet.

“Right, well there are a few routines that I think are worth keeping. So is there anywhere we can spar after breakfast,” Damian spoke up glancing around the table.

Cass hummed to draw their attention and when their eyes were on her she smiled and nodded, gesturing that they could come with her.

“Now?” Danny asked, looking ruefully at his half finished breakfast. She laughed and shook her head, gesturing back to his plate. “When we’re done?” She nodded. “You’ll spar with us?” He asked hopefully.

“Don’t be silly,” Damian scoffed, “Surely we have nothing to learn from so- ouch, stop that!” He snapped, loosing his temper when Danyal kicked him under the table again, harder then before.

“Get me back for it when we spar,” Danny said, turning his nose up at his brother’s anger. “And we have plenty left to learn, pretending we don’t is just the worst sort of arrogance. The sort that gets you killed,” Danny told his brother who huffed and looked down, giving up the argument for now. Though Danny fully expected to fight for his life during their sparring because Damian would feel like he had to prove himself now. He would have to remind Dami not to leave any visible bruises if he was going to be out with father today.

They finished breakfast quickly and then stacked their dishes together out of habit to make them easier to bring to the kitchen and then stood together. Cass had finished her breakfast already so she pushed her dishes over to Danny who took them and added them to the sack easily, while Damian glared at him.

“That’s not a bad idea stacking them like that,” Bruce commented, looking up at Alfred who had just come out to whisk the dishes away. “Might make things easier for you?”

Alfred hummed as he took the stack. “As long as you don’t forget we don’t all have vigilante strength master Bruce,” He said with understated amusement as he headed back to the kitchen.

Cass got up from the table and walked around, tapping Danny on the shoulder and catching Damian’s eye, jerking her head to follow. They both got up and followed a few steps after her, Danny glanced back and gave Bruce and Tim a little wave and a smile. Not that Tim seemed to notice anything past his second cup of coffee, Danny had a feeling he saw and knew more then he let on but it was hard to tell. Bruce gave him a nod and waved in return. Danny had a feeling that once they were gone Tim, Bruce, and Alfred would be talking about them.

Cass lead them to a studio that looked like it could be used for fighting and for dance, stopping by their rooms on the way to grab their preferred weapons, because they knew what they’d be using it for today. They broke off, each finding their own space to stretch and warm up, Damien with his Katana, Danyal with his Kusarigama, and Cass with a twin pair of daggers she’d drawn from somewhere hidden. It was good to know she probably had those on her at all time, not really surprising though given that she had also been raised an assassin.

It was muscle memory more then anything that had Damien and Danyal facing off against each other first. As long as Danyal didn’t use his new abilities they were pretty evenly matched to it worked well as an extension of a warm up. “Don’t forget, no visible bruises, we’re going to be going out with father soon,” Danyal reminded Damien, who scowled and attacked first rather the responding. Ah, it was going to be one of those days.

It was a hard fight, barely a spar anymore, because Damien was furious and, if Danny knew his brother, afraid. He was in a new situation he didn’t know the rules of, he felt dis-empowered and was more reliant on Danny then he was comfortable being since Danyal better knew the rules out here. And now Danny was going out for the day and they were going to be separated, leaving Damien without the bare comfort he found in his twin. Danny understood, and maybe he didn’t fight back as hard as he could have to let Damien feel strong without obviously throwing the match, letting Damien work out the angst. Damien won, and Cass, who Danny had almost forgotten was there watching, applauded.

When they separated and looked over at her she smiled at them and then walked towards the center of the room, beckoning for Danny to come join her. “Alright, good idea, once we finish I’ll have to leave to shower and get ready to go out with father.” He would have asked Damien if he’d be okay, but he would only take such a question as an insult and insist that he was fine. Danny settled in to a fighting stance against her, and after a long moment he realized she wouldn’t attack first, so he did and she came to meet him in graceful conflict.

She was a good fighter, a mirror rather then overwhelming him, he knew she was testing, not bringing her full strength to bear here. That was fine with him, it was good exercise more then anything and he didn’t exactly want any bruises from her either. By the time she called an end to the match they were both breathing hard, he was a bit surprised she didn’t fight to a win but he accepted it when she stood down. They bowed to each other in familiar respect and stepped away, she went to get a bottle of water and Danny went over to Damien.

“You’ll be alright?” He asked, softly and with his head angled away from Cass so she wouldn’t be able to read his lips. Hopefully without a witness Damien wouldn’t bristle to badly at the question.

“Of course I will be,” Damien sniffed at him.

“Alright, good, I’ll be back this afternoon, try not to cause to much trouble while I’m away,” He said with a chuckle. “Tire him out, he’ll behave better,” He called over to Cass who laughed and nodded, laughing harder when Danny had to duck away to avoid Damien’s retaliatory strike. Running out of the studio to escape his brother’s revenge.

He slowed to a walk one he was out of range and found his way easily back to the family wing, he accidentally opened the door to Tim’s room first, finding it empty he closed it again quickly and finding his room next. He didn’t mean to intrude, he was still learning his way around the mansion. He let himself back into his own room and noticed right away that the bags he had brought with him from the league had been gone through. He checked them and grimaced when he found the secret pockets in them had been discovered as well, that was going to be an interesting conversation.

He showered and dressed again, stashing a few knives on his person just in case, the sheaths hidden expertly under his clothes where no one would notice them. At least no one had tried to take their weapons away from them, that would have ended badly, for everyone involved probably. Satisfied he went downstairs, finding that Bruce was already waiting for him in the front hall. “Hello Father, I hope I’m not late,” Danyal said, knowing that he wasn’t.

“No, I’m just early. But since we’re both here why don’t we head out?” Bruce suggested with an odd smile, gesturing towards the door.

“Sounds good,” Danny said with a shrug, “lead the way.”

There was a car parked out front already, Danny watched Bruce walk to the drivers side before taking his queue to get in the passenger side, since there wouldn’t be a driver today. Bruce started the car and pulled out. “So, Alfred tells me while he was unpacking your bags he found what looks like bottles of Lazarus water?” He asked, his tone was casual but Danny could see his shoulders were tense.

“I should have mentioned that last night,” Danny agreed with a little sigh, looking out the window, he had been hoping they wouldn’t be found and he wouldn’t have to. “It was, but it wasn’t for any sinister purpose. Since I was resurrected I’ve been dependent on it, not bathing in it the way grandfather has to, but I’ve found that if I don’t… drink a little bit from time to time I start becoming very weak and sickly. I don’t like having such a weakness, a tie to the league like that, but it’s necessary for now. I think I can tell mother that, so far away from the pits themselves I’m needing more and convince her to send me enough I can stalk pile it in case I need to cut contact entirely.

“It will give me some to study as well. I’ve always been very good at science, and I think that I could synthesize something that would have the same affect on me, hopefully,” He grimaced, he didn’t want to rely on the Laague for anything. He looked over at Bruce, considering his reaction, the adult was giving him considering glances as well.

“You should have mentioned it,” Bruce agreed with a little sigh. “But it’s good to know now. Since Lazarus water isn’t exactly a harmless substance I’ll be keeping the excess secure and only one bottle in a place you can access it.”

Danny bit back any annoyance, reminding himself that the trust and privilege he and Damian been granted as heirs to the Demon Head didn’t apply here. Of course Bruce wouldn’t trust him to keep something that could make people easier to control or manipulate, it would be very foolish to just let Danyal keep it. “And if I want to study it?” He asked, a little guardedly.

“Tim and I will want to as well, we’d be happy to have you join us,” Bruce suggested and Danny nodded.

“Sure, what better way to bond then study unknown and unstable compounds huh?” He joked, slouching in his seat in a way that would have had mother hissing disapprovingly through her teeth. Bruce didn’t seem to mind, he was laughing at Danny’s comment. Once he knew where the rest was stored he could always get some to study on his own, or contact mother and better hide some of what she sent.

“In this family definitely,” Bruce agreed.

part 4

[scumbagjaeger]

what do you think the AOT guys would major in college?

COLLEGE MAJORS WITH THE SNK MEN

starring: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke

rating: sfw!

notes: Thanks so much for the ask! I really appreciate your support(: I actually plan on doing a college series with each of the snk men having individual sets of drabbles, so this goes along perfectly with that!

EREN:

- I’m going to say Computer Science SOLEY because my Com Sci friends always seem to hang out on campus?

- Like not even in class, idk why but Eren’s just constantly there??

- Hanging out in the cafe, lounging around the courtyard, bowling in the recreation room, etc. No one’s ever heard him say “I gotta go to class”

- The man acts as if he doesn’t have a class to go to

- Most of his work is actually just completed at night anyway, when he’s not out at parties or with friends he stays up all night doing his homework

- Doesn’t really talk much about his classes but he probably does really well in them actually

- He probably doesn’t have too many Com Sci friends because he’s a bit intimidating in class? Hood up and headphones usually in or around his neck?

- But somehow he’s a social butterfly outside of his major, knows someone from every single one of your classes somehow

- I feel like freshman year he probably went overboard with parties? By the time he’s a junior he probably eases up on them, opting to stay up late doing his classwork last minute

- He might work at the campus tech office helping repair laptops for students! It’s better than working at a coffee shop in his opinion

- Probably plays intramural sports like soccer? Volleyball? Just for fun, probably decent at most group sports

- “Just for fun” but gets mad at his friends when they don’t attend his games “Eren I had an EXAM” “Don’t care, you should have rescheduled”

JEAN:

- My college headcanons for Jean are lowkey inspired by this annoying kid from high school who grew up and became hot? We had a love hate thing for a while😌

- So I’m going to say Poli-Sci just for that? But also I think it would actually fit Jean a lot

- He wants to see change in the world and he won’t have much patience for hypocrisy or overall assholes

- “Oh you don’t like (political candidate)? You think they’re the antithesis of American ideals? Name one of their policies. What does it about?”

- He’s really good at figuring out which of his peers just seem to parrot back things they’ve heard, yk? Like the students who memorize a Ben Shapiro argument but then cannot comprehend or form their own opinion?

- I think he’d be super understanding and accepting of other ideas, and honestly do a really good job of explaining both sides of debates?

- Understands that a lot of people shy away from actually investigating their political ideas and values because it can be intimidating, so he’d love to just talk to you about things and he’d make it really easy to understand

- Honestly I think he’d be a really good college professor someday, I bet he’d consider that as a career path once he saw his classmates turning to him for help

- He would want to be involved with the student political field on campus, councils and boards to advocate for his peers— I’d even imagine his classmates recommend him to join the student council

- But he wouldn’t have time for that(‘: he needs his time away from school sorry

- That’s his excuse to go out with friends a lot and fuck around

- At various parties throughout the week, bars, events, etc etc man’s a bit popular

ARMIN:

- Double major in History and Anthropology!!

- You already know this boys a total braniac

- Takes the most specific but random history courses in hopes of “really developing a broad spectrum of historical context”

- I was a history major and I took a nonhuman/abstract history course? I think Armin would hate a course like that at first, but then it ends up becoming his favorite

- The concept of my course was that studying nonhuman history (like animals or nature) reveals a lot about the people who did the research? And what they were passionate about?

- I did my final research paper on Greenland Sharks and how they live for hundreds of years, and how I’m fascinated by them because I’m fascinated with mortality? And so my paper juxtaposed a race to find the “key to immortality” through Greenland Shark DNA, and the history of death and our conscious awareness of death… I think Armin would eat that shit up

- One of the students who goes into their professor’s office hours just to talk to them about their theses and concepts

- Keeps in touch with his professors after he graduates too!

- Volunteers at the Student Writing Centers to help other undergrads with their papers, just reads through them and gives them some feedback

- Also takes a few creative writing courses!! Might have a poem or short story published in the student-run literary journal! He frames his copies on the wall(:

- As far as off campus activities he probably is active in lot of clubs or groups! Especially things like DnD! He is the Dungeon Master for his campaign

- But also involved in student orgs and clubs, loves checking out the activities board and exploring what the campus events are’

CONNIE:

- Business Major

- So sorry to all of my business major friends and anyone following me who’s a business major

- But at my school it was a joke? The major for people who didn’t know what they wanted to do?

- One of my friends had to decorate a Monopoly board for their final

- He’d probably pay Armin to write his papers? Or try to at least

- Honestly I bet he’d take the most random electives though? I don’t know how many Business majors need but his are so diverse and he’s super engaged in all of them

- Might take a Ping Pong course as a joke (my school offered one) but then takes Atmospheric Science? Imperial Russian History? Yoga? Latin??

- He claims it’s so that he can be a one-man-team in trivia nights and smoke everyone else

- But honestly I think he’d just have a lot of fun learning all of the random stuff!

- Habitually five minutes late to every class, but I think his professors would really like him otherwise?

- He’s extremely active and involved in class discussion, even if he’s just cracking a joke or giving an opinion

- If he’s not in a frat himself, he’s probably super close to all of the frats in town and gets invited out a lot!!

PORCO:

- Architecture Major

- Have you ever seen those “Architecture Majors be like: I have a whole building due on Friday 💀”

- He’d get so offended by those omg?? “That’s literally not true” or “Ha ha it’s funny when you say that but I actually have a model building I need to make”

- But the mode is made out of foam board and toothpicks or something bro chill

- Probably has glue on his fingers like 24/7? Hates building models with a passion. Especially with their super quick curing glue?

- Might actually make Armin help out with his models since Armin paints DnD and Warhammer models??

- I think Porco would prefer the design aspects of architecture and not the hands on part as much

- Is on the school’s soccer team! So he is usually at practice after school

- Probably hogs a squat rack or a bench at the campus gym, sorry not sorry

- I mentioned this in my college Porco headcanon set but I think he’d also go on runs daily around campus in the morning

- Probably one of those guys who brings around a gallon jug of water or a protein bottle

- You can tell Porco is nearby when you hear the protein bottle shake shake shake shake shake (yk with that little metal ball in it)

REINER:

- Okay I struggled with this one but I think he’d start off as a anatomy/physical science major? But then might switch off and go into education 😭

- I just think he’d be a great elementary teacher okay

- At first he’d want to go in to become a Physical Therapist?? So he’s super knowledgeable on anatomy and physical training

- Also on the soccer team, maybe the captain even! He leads warm ups and he’s super observant when it comes to his teammates and their physical capabilities (makes them personal workout routines and Bert is the only one who follows it precisely)

- I think halfway through his sophomore year he realizes that being a physical therapist isn’t what he wants to do? It’s work he’s good at, but does he like it?

- So he switches to be an education major!

- Honestly I could see him becoming a gym teacher or a general primary teacher!!

- He’d be really honored with the opportunity to make a difference in kids lives

- I know that teachers are horrendously underpaid (I’m studying to teach myself), but also shuts people down when they make tease him about that because he’s so proud that he’ll be aiding in the education and support of children!! He’s not in it for the money!

- Works at the gym, basically lives at the gym

- I think he would also be super passionate about activities on campus and school pride?? He and Armin are at every event hahah, his closet is full of different free r shirts he’s picked up

- Not necessarily popular by any means, but his classmates ADORE HIM! He’s super kind, the kind of classmate who will raise his hand and ask the teacher to repeat something or explain it further, even if he knows the content but if he knows a peer struggles with it?

LEVI:

- Literature major, maybe a philosophy minor??

- Similar to Zeke, I always imagine him as a grad student or TA

- One of the snarky, no nonsense students who will shut down his peers if he doesn’t agree with them

- Open to debate his ideas, but no one seems to want to 💀 he’s just a bit intense

- Probably one of those people who gets mad when his essay gets a B+ “I don’t think the Professor was able to comprehend my views, if he did he would have given me an A”

- As a Graduate Student he may teach a class to the undergrads and he’s super engaged with the content, and will just talk and analyze the stories for the class if they don’t participate??

- But he will not tolerate missing assignments

- As a philosophy minor he probably appreciates a lot of the history and context behind the philosophy

- Also probably laughs a bit at the pompous nature of most of his peers? Their whole “nobody understands life like I do” thing?

- Might secretly fuck with his peers by saying the most absurd and ridiculous things in a deadpan way to get them to agree with him “Dwelling on death is like thinking you need to shit soon, but not knowing when you need to go.” And then he waits and stares at them. “Yes, Levi, I agree completely”

- I think he’d be a columnist, or studying to be one? Journalism might have been a better route for him but I think he’d appreciate his courses on classical literature too much to not take them

- Might even take a creative writing course or two? Stays up all night in his apartment, under a poster that has the Ernest Hemingway quote: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed”

ZEKE:

- Biochemistry loser nerd science man

- I always imagine him as a med student?? So if he’s not in biochem he’s already in med school, a couple years older than you!

- Probably wants to go into neurology or oncology, something intense!!

- I also think he would have taken a lot of history courses as an undergrad though? Enough that his advisor suggests he just gets a history minor

- I don’t know how this man has the time but he’s probably a research assistant for the chem labs or a TA for some of the history courses he liked taking

- He’d probably be a little pretentious about it, saying that TA-ing his history courses are the most relaxing part of his day

- Like shut up we get it you’re a nerd

- But honestly the biochem courses are extremely hard?? Especially if he’s a lab tech or RA!

- He’s probably one of those students who believes that through enough pressure he’ll become the perfect student so he does not take care of himself (🙋🏻‍♀️ I’m that student)

- So any free time he has he dedicates entirely to school or other resume filling activities that he can on campus

- I love the HC of him coaching little league baseball though? That’s probably the one time that he’s just a regular guy lol

- Makes sure his Tuesday and Thursdays are light on course load so that he can take the train to his hometown and coach the kiddos, might hit a bar with his biochem friends on Thursday nights afterwards

Thanks so much for the ask!! This was honestly one of the more challenging requests to do but one of my favorites?? Since I’m trying to come up with a little college series for each individual character, this definitely gave me some inspiration, you’ll likely see more come from this, so I hope you enjoyed(:

[annasinterests]

I See Fire

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a/n: i'm dedicating this to my love @tinygarbage because the percy brainrot has been unreal for both of us. i thought this up after watching a tiktok (pls don't ask me i literally watched it once, swiped out of the app, then threw my phone across the room) and so this is what we got fellers. ALSO, one line is directly inspired by/from the D&D movie, so i give credit to my boy edgin because honestly the scene about him being so unapologetically honest about his mistakes was everything to me (i also guessed his dialogue word-for-word that entire time and was RIGHT). honestly thinking ab whether or not if i wanna make a part 2 to this..

divider by @saradika ! ❤️‍🔥

word count: 682 words (who knew i could actually write under 1k)

pairings: percy de rolo x reader

warnings & tags: angst, past trauma, arguing, cursing, miscommunication, unresolved ending

“No!-” You seethe, hands balling into fists at your sides, “Don’t you get it?”

Percy scoffed, “You ask that like I should know, and I don’t!” He raised a pointed finger to you, “How can I when all you ever do is leave us in the dark!”

Your jaw clenches as you turn away. White-hot anger blazed your body and blotted out everything else, even the tears that brimmed your eyes and streaked your cheeks.

“Always putting yourself at an arm’s distance, acting like you have the biggest burden to carry– well, guess what? We all have shit of our own!” His rigid tone made your face scrunch up. “You push away every single person that tries to get under the surface, including us! We’re supposed to be a team, damn it!”

You hated him. His pompous attitude and sense of entitlement, as if he’s somehow better than everyone else, or deserves explanations for things that don’t concern him. You hated his stupid glasses that made him look pretentious as hell, and that unnecessary trench coat he wore at all times. And the way he constantly whips out some sort of contraption that leaves the others in awe, stroking his ego, but you wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction.

But what you really hated, arguably most of all, was that he saw you. Right through all the acts and walls you put up to protect yourself– a promise that there’d be no more pain and tears for as long as you lived out your days.

A promise now shattered.

“Without trust, we are nothing.” The words are venomous, so full of exasperation that it strains his voice on the last word.

A sigh and some shuffling follows a moment or two after, and all you can think is how he’s undeniably soothing the crease between his brows while his other hand rests on his hip, a classic pose of his in high-stress situations. Not that you ever paid attention…

“Believe me, it’s not worth living life that way.” His voice was softer, almost apologetic, “It’s… lonely.”

Had you been completely blinded by your own emotions, you would’ve taken the opportunity to tell him to shove it and kick rocks, but you spared him.

“I, too, thought it was easier. I’d seen my loved ones hunted like game, my own sister betrayed our family name, Whitestone had been–”

“Whitestone still stands,” you snap harshly, abruptly cutting him off. “My home does not.”

It’s then you finally turn back to him with a chilling glare and darkened features. His expression drops to widened eyes and slightly raised brows, clear that he’d not been expecting that response. But now it started, and you couldn’t stop.

“My friends do not– my family does not.” The words are registering at higher decibels that burn your throat after each word, “My life– everything!”

You march up to him, squaring up before his infuriatingly tall frame, locking eyes with his. You were shouting in his face, reaching a point of zenith you didn’t know you had, your vocal cords raw and sore that you were sure they could snap at any moment.

“I’ve lost everything that ever mattered to me and it was all my fault!”

Your body is trembling from the sheer force of the confession, and the air isn’t getting to your lungs the way you need it to right now. Your eyes, narrowed and fierce, fight to maintain their focus, but that buried, broken part of you is clawing its way out with a strength you can’t compete against.

His eyes flicker between yours, his face softened by a frown. You force yourself to look anywhere but his pitying gaze; you don’t need or want it, especially from him. You hastily wipe away the tears with the back of your hand, take a sharp breath in, and then exhale deeply. Out of all people, you couldn’t believe the one person to break you down would be none other than fucking Percival Fredrickstein von Mu—

“You don’t really believe that… do you?”

Yes, of course I do.

[railingsofsorrow]

summary: based in the prompt “why won't you hold my hand?” that I've had in my mind for no specific reason. or... in which james potter realizes he should have seen the signs that were right under his nose.

warning: break-up talk; descriptions of tasting blood. w.c: 1.2K pairing: james potter x gn!reader

A/N: this is really sad, prepare some tissues.

this song inspired me

navi

masterpost

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“why won't you hold my hand?”

james felt hope slip through his fingers like the tears of a storm in a cloudy day.

it was in the empty seat in a quidditch game.

the avoidance in the halls or at mealtimes.

the numbness of not hearing your voice for an entire week.

he knew something was wrong — he wasn't stupid. he was, however, an idiot. because if he had, perhaps, acted sooner. asked. communicated with you. then the two of you wouldn't be there in the first place.

james never thought he would reach the stage of falling out of love.

and he hasn't. he didn't think he was able to, truthfully. his love for you only grew throughout the years and across the innocent touches you divided with each other as you shared secrets no one else partook in.

but you had. fallen out of love. and you were currently falling out of it.

he could see it in the way your gaze shifted away from him, apprehension all over your body language.

you didn't reject his touch but you didn't reach out, either.

he didn't know which was worse.

so he repeated the question rather pathetically. his tone was weak because deep down he knew what was coming but at the same time he did not wanted it.

“why won't you hold my hand?” he inquired again in the quiet of his dormroom. usually, his bedroom would be a show of madness given his dorm mates. he wouldn't say he didn't like it. he quite enjoyed the mess, it made it feel like home. although he did enjoyed the silence when you were around; cuddling under the sheets, exchanging soft mumbling to not disturb the installed peace.

it had been a week. no—scratch that. it had been more than that. actually, james wasn't aware when it started. that was his first mistake. you've been constantly withdrawing from him for a while. “did I do something wrong?” he croaks out desperately when you mentioned to leave.

why were you constantly leaving? or never there at all?

did you feel like that too? or was it just him? was it all just in his head?

“we're not working anymore.” you said, hugging yourself. then, you finally looked at him.

he wished you hadn't.

“i think we should break up, james.”

james searched for any indication that this was a stupid prank. any time now, you'd giggle and jump in his arms and apologize because that was... that was just pure cruelty.

but it wasn't a prank. it wasn't a joke. very far from it.

he just wished it was.

he wished to be fooled.

reality be damned.

he'd rather you make him out to be a fool than accept what was about to happen.

“what did I do wrong?”

he watched as your shoulders sagged when you heard the question again, albeit slightly altered. he was admiting guilt, but it wasn't his fault.

“nothing. you did nothing wrong.”

“then why?”

“i just—” you inhale sharply. how does one say it? how? you didn't want it to be true. you didn't. but how could you keep hurting someone as amazing as him because you weren't able to be truthful to him? no. james potter deserved better. he deserved everything. most of all, he deserved love. and not half of it. he deserved the whole thing. you just. you couldn't give it to him anymore. because you didn't have it. “i'm sorry.”

james swallowed hard, stopping himself when he was about to touch you.

“can you. can you just tell me? is there any way I can fix it?” he begged, breath failing as his chest tightened. “i'll do anything. I'm sorry—”

you let out a shaky sigh, “james, please. you don't have to apologize for anything. I'm the one who should be sorry. you're— you're perfect.”

his brows furrowed in confusion, eyes glazing over slightly. “i'm clearly not perfect if you're breaking up with me—”

“you're not the problem.” you cut him off, exasperated. “i just— I'm not—” you stammered. james blinked at you, his red rimmed eyes caused something in your throat to just burst out. it's your fault. end his misery, it's the least you can do. “i love you. I do. I'm just not—”

“—not in love with me anymore?” he completed half-heartedly, rubbing his eyes. he nods slowly. “yes, I gathered that.” giving you a sad smile, he sits down on the edge of his bed as if he physically couldn't handle that conversation anymore. “it's okay.”

your features twitch in disbelief, “what?”

“it's okay,” he repeats patiently. “i'm not mad.”

“why not?” you frown. “james, you should me screaming, yelling at me. instead you say you're not mad? I just told you I wanted to break up.”

he huffed out a tearful chuckle, running a hand over his face. “you don't think I know that?” his voice wavers, a pitch higher as if he was about to be angry but it quickly dissolved in a sob. you pinched your arm to refrain from reaching out to him. “i can't just be mad at you because I— I was expecting it. I knew. I didn't want it to happen but, well, it's happening.”

I'm not mad. I'm hurt. and I can't blame you for it but I can't help but do it.

it's not fair.

your heart completely shatters. you've made one of the most special people in your life cry. this wasn't supposed to hurt this much. he wasn't supposed to hurt this much. james shouldn't cry. not for you, not for anyone.

“james,” you mouth his name, suppressing your own cries. “james, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I, I love you so much—”

“stop.” he stands up abruptly, shaking his head. “dont say that. please, don't say that when you're breaking up with me, alright? just don't.”

you clip your mouth shut, nodding in understanding. your shoulders were almost completely naked from how much you were pulling the sleeves of your sweater nervously.

james bit the inside of his cheek so hard it drew blood. the copper taste now all over his tongue. good, he was tired of the salty taste of his tears. maybe that will motivate his pathetic crying to stop.

he glanced towards you for what he decides would be the last time that night. he knew that you live in the same school, that you'll definitely bump to each other in the halls, in class or literally anywhere else.

he just needed not to see you now. he could handle it later.

“i love you, too” he said shortly, swallowing with difficulty. “and I need you to go.” because it's not the same love you feel for me. it's more. it's so much more. and I need you gone. I need you gone while it hasn't changed.

you don't sound surprised by the request so you take a last longing look at him attempting to translate apologies through your eyes, turn away and leave.

james never thought he would reach the stage of falling out of love.

and he hadn't yet.

it might take some time. it would take some time. but he hoped he could get there, eventually.

in the meanwhile, he'd crumbled down on his bedroom floor with unkept promises of a broken future and the ghost of you haunting every inch of his body.

[loveemagicpeace]

🧚🏼‍♀️🧸Life Events 🎨🧁

🪐I get a lot of questions about saturn and I don't think a lot of people are familiar with the energy of saturn. Many people think that saturn is bad and that it will bring them karma. I don't think Saturn is a bad planet, I never thought so. Saturn energy is difficult and challenging - it's true. But it doesn't always have to be like that. Saturn is the planet of time, days, seasons, lessons and learning. You learn with Saturn - he teaches you how to overcome something so that you can become something better. He shows you the path you are going through. Save you from bad people. Saturn is a silent planet that shows and guides you through life. At the end, he gives you a reward.

⚡️Mars is a planet that can constantly put you in front of challenges, missions and ignorance. It is the planet of aggression and shows itself outwardly, but at the same time it can cover up big things.

💕Jupiter trine Venus in natal chart means that you have a passion for travel, that you can show your talents and creativity in other countries. Traveling makes you feel fulfilled. And there you can also meet the love of your life.

💚Mercury in 9th house- you learn foreign languages ​​very quickly and you like meeting people from foreign countries. And you also really like watching series from other countries. You have a great interest and passion for everything new and different.

🦋Venus conj Mars- you are intense and passionate in relationships. Your level of intensity may be too much for a partner to cope with. Because you want passion and someone who knows how to show you love in a more intense way. You need a partner who will handle your energy and you as a person. It is difficult for you to deal with people whose energy is not too calm. These people are also magnetically attractive.

🫀Mars sextile Jupiter- You possess a steady confidence paired with a unique talent. You fundamentally believe that you should be able to try anything at least once. This also gives you strength, courage, honesty, and generosity.This can also lead you to fame. This aspect is considered one of the luckiest of all. You are bold and strong. This adventurous nature is just one reason others find you very attractive.

🔥Aries rising you might identify yourself as a warrior. Mars who is your chart ruler will show you what kind of warrior you are, how your energy is showing and what provokes you to fight.

⭐️The Sun stands as a symobol of where we seek to shine, achieve, where we find inspiration and take pride. If your sun is in the 9th house in Libra you are looking to have spiritual mentors, meaning you need people who can help you have a clearer view of the world. You discover personal power by embracing freedom in partnership. Your central purpose is to expand existing ideas of what it means to be paired up with someone.

🐚The Ascendant / 1st house also show a new beginning of something and a new chapter of your life. Virgo Ascendant there might be a degree of anxeity about how things will unfold. You want everthing to be organized. Pisces Ascendant each new phase begins with an inner vision. Capricron Ascendant a new beginning can always be something related to your independence, respect, discipline, career.

🧼6th house is all about your daily life, routine, work , habits. Mars in this house it can show that you go to the gym regularly. You can often do things obsessively. It's important to you to do things for yourself. Neptune here might mean you need to bulid in time for daydreaming or listening to your fav music. For you if you miss your joga class, meditation session you don't feel so good anymore.

🧸12th house is our image& imagination. Mercury here you might be interested in myths & fairy tales. Venus you are always looking for the perfect partner. Perhaps art or photography appeal to you. Mars here -you can be very good at things you do yourself. You can have a natural talent for many things related to you. Saturn here might serve you well if you are designer, the manager of an art gallery.

Fire signs tend to seek fun and adventure with friends. Someone who cheers them up and with whom they can do crazy things. Air signs prefer intellectual and social connection. They like everyone to understand each other. Water signs seek an emotional type of bond. Earth signs often conduct relationships at a slower pace than other signs.

🧚🏼‍♀️Venus is a cohesive force, suggesting your style of making bonds and finding common ground. Even in the closest friendship. Venus in Aquarius, for example, the eclectic nature of your friendship group might be based on a belief of giving equal value to all. Venus in Scorpio you will want to have only one person to yourself. And you will want to have a deep relationship with the person. Venus in Sagittarius you will want to create unforgettable moments with your friends and want to feel alive with them.

👄Which side of sex signs are looking for: earth signs are usually very slow and in general are focused on the physical side of sex. Fire signs love passion, drama, romance all together. This make them adventurous lovers. Air signs like someone they can dream about but also someone they can talk to. Water signs are looking for something deeper, intense and mysterious. Only for them. They need to be on the same emotional level for love to blossom. They experience everything through emotions.

-Rebekah🦋🌊🐚

[cooco-ren]

Hi...if you don't mind, can I ask something from Blue Lock? What do you think are Nagi and Reo’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....

Hihi and thanks for the ask, really don't think I've answered that here before, but I wanna keep it quick since, for how much I love them, it's so hard for me to put the emotions and feelings I have towards them into words that isn't a story about them.

For Nagi, I really think his greatest strength is how calm he's willing to be in most situations, I wouldn't say for any reason that his steady or emotionally intelligent but I think it's nice he's able to balance out Reo's hyperactivity. His dedication to Reo is definitely something else as well, many Reo haters that claim to be his fans really like to belittle that or make it a weakness where as I really think it's one of his greatest strengths; for someone who used to be so unmotivated by the world around him its amazing to see him grow to cherish someone and their wishes even if it means changing parts of himself that person has already accepted. My feelings for him shift constantly in time to how daft and goofy he can be but every time I remember he's truly experiencing the world for the first time because he chose to follow Reo, i can't help but love the complexity of his character even more.

For Reo, I feel a whole spectrum of things but I believe his greatest strength is his adaptability and charisma; he changes in time to his environment no matter how long it might take, like Isagi to some extent, he's emotional and inspirational but in such a raw way it feels almost unreal. He has everything one could ever need or want, so on the surface many wonder why he tries so hard, why he has to hang on and take the spot of those more in need of it because clearly if soccer doesn't work out for him he has better chances than 90% of of blue lock participants. The thing I think many people that like Reo can relate to his his search for fulfillment and excitement. To Reo, I believe soccer isn't just about the world cup, its what it'll prove once he gets it, what the road to it entails. I think that's beautifully encapsulated in him calling his notebook 'Road to the World Cup with Nagi'. It's wholesome, its beautiful and its such a teenage girl move that its adorable. For all his faults and how I know many can't relate to a rich boy's first world issues it think its safe to say many long for his charisma and wanting to be fulfilled. To feel like you've worked for something and earned the best result while having fun with it.

For both their weaknesses, on both sides I'd have to say it's a lack of communication. We can easily chalk it up to boys being bad at talking but for both I feel it stems much deeper. Nagi's never really had to communicate and Clearly Reo has always had to filter his words to appeal to the masses, he's been raised that way and his more direct side mostly comes out in Blue Lock as far as I've noticed (I could be missing something tho). They both struggle from lack of being as direct as they should with each other, expecting that since they work so well, the other should understand, they're partners after all, right?

Dynamic-wise, I think they can both be detrimental and empowering to each other. in the soccer sense, it's hard to put into words since I'm not much of a sports person but its definitely clear if one depends too much on the other they're plays will become stale and predictable. Nagi from when last I read still greatly depends on other's passing and Reo though a progressive all rounder, is very easy to see through because clearly, seven times out of ten he will pass to Nagi. I love that they plan to evolve and battle together but it's pretty hard for me to see how they will.

Romance-wise, I think they'll do well enough for each other. Reo's personality urges him to seek adventure and i think that's something Nagi can benefit from. Outside that, Nagi's dedication, calmness and optimism will definitely help keep Reo grounded when his mind tends to warp and tell him the worst. Every now and then they might tend to bring out the worst in each other or even have big fights thanks to poor communication but after realizing nothing is done out of malice and learning not to repeat mistakes, they'll surely grow into the most disgustingly clingy couple. I hate them so much ugh.

Well hope I kind of sated your curiosity and sorry it took me a while to get to this. Some time before I wanted to my phone got stolen and losing lots of the ngro fics (and other important stuff lol) on it made me a bit sour towards seeing the characters and ship. I'm doing better now and working on getting a replacement soon.

thanks for reading, hope there aren't typos and bye <333

[itsthequeenofswords]

🔮🪄✨ Tarot reading: Bill Skarsgård - September 1st, 2024.

• General Energy

🎴 Eight of Swords: "trapped, restricted, victimised, paralysed, helpless, powerless, imprisonment". "Surrendering one’s power to an unknown entity, whether it's fate, or God, the government or something else means that you are giving away your own personal responsibility to affect change". Self judgement is clouded. The advice is to take off the blindfold and see beyond the limited perspective that we created for ourselves. (I feel that Bill is too invested in looking to the dark side of things. Does it has to do with some negative reviews about The Crow? Maybe. He may be feeling consumed by the fear of rejection.)

• How is Bill feeling about The Crow?

🎴 Four of Cups: "apathy, contemplation, feeling disconnected, melancholy, boredom, indifference, discontent". Feeling discouraged and unmotivated. Feeling apathetic; nothing makes you happy or passionate. What are your motives, instincts and thoughts that can help you to find your passion again? As for Career, since we are talking about his most recent work, the Four of Cups means: "bored with job, feeling unhappy with job or career, lack of progress". Feeling distracted and distant; mood being impacted negatively because of that. Feeling you are going nowhere. (This card might confirm what I wrote above. Bill is probably not feeling happy with some negative feedbacks the movie has been receiving, and it's bliding him to see the positive ones.)

• Family

🎴 Temperance: "balance, peace, patience, moderation, calm, tranquillity, harmony, serenity". The perfect harmony that comes from the union of dualities. "In moments where there is anxiety or great stress, you have been able to remain calm throughout." A clear vision of what you want to achieve. Higher learning. Evaluate one's priorities. Balance between inner and outer self. (I see that Bill's family supports him and he knows that no matter what, they will be there for him. Specially now, if he's feeling anxious and stressed.)

• Love Life

🎴 Five of Wands: "conflict, competition, arguments, aggression, tension, rivals, clashes of ego". Disagreements. Enjoying the adrenaline of the conflict. Love and Relationship: "competition between suitors, conflict between lovers, playful banter". "Playful banter can turn into explosive arguments when either of you are stressed." (I feel that they are constantly provoking each other, and they feel pleasured to do that.)

🎴 Page of Cups: "idealism, sensitivity, dreamer, naivete, innocence, inner child, head in the clouds". "The Page of Cups represents the unexpected inspiration that comes to us from the unconscious, perhaps in ways that we may not truly understand". One should be open to new ideas. Inspiration should be embraced. " In most cases, some people cannot express themselves as they want to protect their ego". Love and Relationship: "fresh perspective on relationship, awe and wonder at love and romance". A person who is ntuitive, creative and emotional. Innocent and naive quality, regardless of their actual age. One's approach to love is of childlike fascination. (I think this card is decribing how Bill sees and imagines his love life, probably. Or how he is as a partner.)

🎴 Ace of Swords: "clarity, breakthrough, new idea, concentration, vision, force, focus, truth". When we look at the swords closely, and see its double-edge, we are also reminded that this sword may be either used for noble deeds or to deal destruction. It all depends on the wielder, and is a warning too that excessive power holds the danger to corrupt. Love and Relationship: "attracted to discussion, facing problems honestly, communication". Intellectual discussions. It's better to speak and face the discussions than sweeping them under the rug. If the relationship is already a turmoil, this card is an encouragement to cut out toxic people from your life.

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