#Distance doesnt matter only love

[quasarkisses]

how to sustain a long-term relationship:

buy them a little treat whenever you go to the store (even if you went by yourself)

value their emotional wellbeing over most other things (your emotional wellbeing is an extension of this)

[andromedasummer]

oh christ ive just remembered. my sister's a massive yuki fan. now you may think "oh well liv youre autistic so once she finds out what happened she—" shes a diehard max stan as well. she gets upset whenever i/others bring up his ableism and brushes it off. it does not matter how many times i try to explain to her how this hurts. when i say allistic people choose their comfort over addressing ableism every single time i say it with experience. these next few days are going to be fucking miserable. ive half a mind to go over to my friends this is going to be unbearable i dont want to go through this.

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere hcs ; kento nanami

requested by ; anonymous (13/09/24)

fandom(s) ; jujutsu kaisen

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; kento nanami

outline ; “Sweet! In that case, can we see your interpretation of yandere Nanami and Choso? I just love those two✨”

warning(s) ; yandere!kento nanami, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, jealousy, stalking, violence (not towards reader)

kento nanami is painfully aware of the fact that his feelings for you aren’t normal, that whatever he’s feeling isn’t love, and for a long time he does his best to keep his distance from you and repress the living hell out of whatever he’s actually going through

and, to his credit, he is very successful at doing just that: he buries himself in his work, makes an effort to be as unavailable as possible during the times when your schedule happens to be clear, minimises all communication with you until you only ever talk about work and the students and only when strictly necessary, and does what he can to stop the higher ups from sending the two of you on missions together

honestly he ends up coming across as a bit of a cold and dismissive asshole to you, but in his mind that’s far better than giving into his temptations and doing something that could very well ruin both of your lives — so he forces himself to be content with the distance and with the knowledge that you think he hates you (and that you, very rightfully so, aren’t too fond of him in return)

but distance doesn’t drive the urges away completely, no matter how much he wishes that were the case

it doesnt stop his fists from clenching until his knuckles are sheet white with the effort it takes him to not knock the guy you’re talking to out cold… nor does it stop him from passively making note of where the 3:7 line lands on his face and arms and torso just in case he happens to get a handsy with you

(all thoughts that he tries to drown out with a stiff drink and dull conversation with other sorcerers)

it doesn’t stop his eyes from following you around whatever room you’re in, watching every movement you make with the reverence before he snaps himself out of it and forces himself to look at literally anything else… only to have his eyes drift back to you again and again and again until either you slip completely out of sight or he finally forces himself to leave and go somewhere else to clear his head

it doesn’t stop his mind from wandering back to you whenever he tries to focus on anything else: who you’re with right now, whether you’re with that one intern who keeps eyeing you up in that disgusting way (god he hates him), what you’re usually doing at this time of day, whether you’re resting after your last mission like the higher ups ordered you to, whether you remembered to eat today… whether you’d like it if he cooked for you, what it would be like to eat with you, how he’d take care of you properly after a mission, what it would be like to have you smile at him as he dotes on you… what his given name would sound like if you said it… etc.

it doesn’t stop his thoughts from turning violent and possessive whenever he catches word of you going on a date or having a crush on someone (even if that someone is unattainable to you, like a celebrity or a fictional character) in ways that he can’t always hide from those around him: the tensing of his jaw, the furrow of his brow, the straightening of his shoulders, the darkening of his eyes, the shift in his tone as speaks — all signs that are small and barely perceptible to most, but to those that know him well enough he might as well have his jealousy tattooed across his forehead

it doesn’t stop him from obsessing over your safety and tampering with your assignments so you’re kept almost entirely out of harms way — teaching or helping shoko instead of being out in the field unless it’s completely necessary — while taking on your missions himself to ensure nobody catches on (he may hate overtime but he also feels like it’s his duty to protect you so he bears this self-imposed burden with only a small amount of complaints)

it doesn’t stop him from taking your home address from the school records and occasionally driving through the area to make sure everything is as it should be — and it doesn’t stop his temper from flaring whenever he notices an unfamiliar car parked outside of your residence or an unfamiliar person’s silhouette in the window (he’ll take it out on some curses later…)

it doesn’t stop him from attacking the people that have wronged you, oftentimes fatally, while disguising these targeted attacks as nothing more than unfortunate collateral damage or as an attack against a curse user disguised as one of their own…

the only thing it does is stop him from actually pursuing you no matter how much he may long to do so — because nanami knows you deserve only the best and as he is now he’s far from it. so he’ll keep his distance and protect you wherever he can until he can be the partner, the husband, you deserve

what a gentleman… all things considered

[the-kr8tor]

KATYYYYY HEAR ME OUT.

Sun hobie x moon r!!!

Hobies energetic always changing. Especially when hes setting the sun. So energetic as he changes colors. But he barely gets to see the moon. Only one in a long while’s with eclipses does he see them. Moon r whose cold keeps their distance. Scared to be engulfed into the flames. Yet the flmaes he has brings them comfort. Just at a distance, moon r who admires them, the energy, the light hobie gives to them for the moon.

Moon r whose destructive in cold ways. Staying away fron many things. Fearing. Silent. Very silent. Yet moon r whose destructive cant help but feel butterflies thinking about their sun counterpart. Moon r who wishes they were like him. Could be anything enough for him.

Sun hobie who wants to see more of r but doesnt know why they act like that. Sun hobie who blanes hinself and who slowly loses all the energy sometimes. The colors he changes into becomes duller. R notices and does little things to cheer him up. Not to his face but magic and gift wise. Hobie whose clueless to whose giving it to them but appreciates.

Two star crossed lovers doomed by their love for each other. But make it deities. And maybe, just maybe one gets ckoser to a deity of planets or regular stars (because the sun is a star but yknow)

You can get the jist and idea of it? Two star crossed lovers who love each other and dont realize it and their own thoughts and not being brave enough scare then away from each other. Push them into someone elses arms perhaps. But those arms arent the warm embraced they always pictured from each other.

Maybe in the end theyll run from everything else just to meet again, and in then. They will embrace each other and their love. Yet also embrace the end of the universe. Maybe in another universe they wouldve had more centuries, decades, and more to have run into each other. Or maybe in this one. Maybe in another universe they would have been brave enough. But at least in this one they fell into each other and confessed before it was to late. They got the warm embrace of each other and to know they truly did love each other.

Unlike in other universes…. (Sorry i did NOT proof read this. BUTTTTT i hope you love it)

I'm all 👂👂👂

GAHHHH I ALWAYS LOVE A MOON X SUN TROPE!!

This sounds like it could be the most slow burn of all slow burns!! Like the pining?! Uh unmatched!

We actually have a myth here about star crossed lovers that were murdered by their respective families and were turned into the sun and moon so they could be together no matter how brief it would be 🥹

[subwillsolace]

i’ve always wondered if solangelo could use their powers for pleasure. like i don’t know how will could turn healing sexy but id love to see it. or i dont know how nico could turn shadow travel into foreplay but maybeeee

oh yes i have. believe me i have.

will has something of an oral fixation.

this, nico knows.

he likes to have something in his mouth. and he likes to be stuffed, too,

they're visiting will's family in texas. longer trip, to make the distance worth it.

and like nico has restraint.

will does too.

kinda.

but theyre also there for three goddamn weeks.

and will looks goddamn good in the texas sun.

and he knows it, too, motherfucker he is.

nico has been resisting thus far because will is loud as all living fuck. genuinely. if hes getting fucked you know it. your neighbours know it. the next fuckin country over knows it.

the only time he is ever in his life quiet is when he has a cock stuffed down his throat.

which they do! for a while. their celibacy and 'oh no not with my literal grandmother in the same house' blah blah lasts about thirty two hours on the dot. neither of them cracks first. they close the door to will's room second night in and snap together at the speed of light.

but will is....

well, he is accustomed to something of a life.

and, frankly, he is empty and its killing him.

its not like he cant handle himself. he can. hes even actually kind of okay at staying quiet when he handles himself, because he grew up with forty billion siblings etc etc.

but why the fresh hell would he ever handle himself when his pretty as sin boyfriend is right fucking there. like.

and will has these big blue eyes and nico is.

well.

there is only so much restraint going around.

also will's ass looks crazy fucking good in jeans and cowboy boots holy fuck.

nico wants to fuck him so bad. but he CANT. there is no way to keep him quiet. even if nico stuffs his fingers in his mouth will is -- he's loud, still, somehow. its literally cock or nothing. a gag, maybe, if they had one. but they dont.

theyre so pent up and desperate that theyre about to risk it anyway. will's grandmother might have a heart attack. but will is like. a doctor. so it should be fine.

nico has him face down ass up on his bed and he is fucking SALIVATING with it. fuck. he looks so good. nico has been aching for it so long. and will is begging for it, shameless, bereft and needing and christ alive, nico, please, if you don' get on w'it --

(his accent has gotten stronger, down here.)

(nico is Suffering.)

nico is fingering him as quickly as he can and avoiding the shit out of his prostate but it doesnt matter because even with will's face stuffed in a pillow you can hear him. and either way, nico wants to see him, fuck.

but nico only has one dick. he can only be in one place at once. he's not a god.

...except.

except.

he can be in more than one place at once, can't he.

a little bit, anyway.

he gets this idea. eyes wide. stops, for a second, and will whines, pushing back, and nico jolts and redoubles his effort and hes getting louder, and louder, but thats okay. nico just needs him stretched. just a minute longer.

soon as he's stretched -- barely, honestly, but will likes it that way because he is a whore -- nico wastes no time. lubes up, exhales.

leans over and flicks off the lights.

and will turns in confusion, opens his mouth to ask what the hell, but then there's the blunt head of a cock against his hole and his mouth drops open and --

before he can moan, there's the blunt head of a cock against his mouth, too.

his eyes goes wide.

because this is not a dildo. this is not even someone else. this is a very familiar cock, one he could probably pick out blind in a lineup, but that familiar cock is up his ass, too, what the hell, what is --

he looks over his shoulder and he can't see, much. just the flash of nico's grin. and something a little off, in nico's vitals, something hidden.

shadowed.

[22ayla21]

I love ur works so much, the way u write them are so enjoyable ^^

cab I req phainon who tries so hard to court reader but ended up failing miserably (reader doesnt even notice) and just ended up blurting out a confession with the most inconvenient timing

Confession at the Most Inopportune Moment

Attempts to get her attention led to him confessing at the most inopportune moment.

Phainon was not one to give up, especially when it came to something important to him. It was one of the reasons his life had always been full of ambition and aspirations. He was never afraid to show determination, and now, when it came to the woman who had turned his whole perception of the world upside down, he had no choice but to try.

From the first day he saw her, he knew he couldn't just walk past. Her calmness, strength, and inner light drew him like a magnet. But, alas, she didn't notice him the way he wanted. She was unapproachable. Every glance, every word, every gesture with which he tried to attract her attention, elicited only indifference from her.

He tried to be mysterious, to draw her to himself, but her attention was like sand slipping through his fingers. Sometimes he caught her gaze by chance, but as soon as he took a step forward, she quickly turned away, immersed in her thoughts or conversations with others. He saw her disappear into the crowd, ignoring his existence, and every move of hers seemed to confirm that she didn't want his attention.

Every time they accidentally found themselves near each other, his heart beat faster, but she always remained calm, as if his presence didn't arouse the slightest interest in her. He tried to be clever, courteous, but her ignoring seemed to drain all his energy. She was elusive, and Phainon felt his patience running out.

Days turned into weeks, and he couldn't understand what exactly kept her at a distance. He tried to attract her attention with laughter, playful gestures, but each time he received only silence in response. Sometimes he began to doubt, maybe he was wrong? Maybe she really didn't notice him, or maybe he just wasn't interesting to her? These thoughts tormented him, but none of his efforts yielded results. He continued to hope that one day she would pay attention to him, that her heart would open before him.

He noticed how something special appeared in her eyes when she interacted with others, while he was like a shadow standing aside. It hurt him, and he didn't know how to find a way to awaken her interest. He tried to be perfect, but her cold, unchanging manner always remained unyielding. He burned himself out over these weeks and months, unable to admit that what really attracted him was not only her impeccable calmness, but also the icy barrier she erected around herself.

And then, one evening, when they were both alone and silence hung in the air, he couldn't hold back any longer. It was unbearable. Her ignoring, her invisibility to him—all of it stirred up a storm inside him. She was again occupied with some important matter, paying no attention to him.

He didn't think. He didn't know what to do. All the pain accumulated over months burst out, and he stepped forward without hesitation.

"I... I can't take it anymore, do you understand?" he said sharply, his voice full of emotions he had been hiding. She looked up, and her face, usually calm, softened for a moment, but immediately returned to its usual mask.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice devoid of curiosity or irritation. Only the usual indifference that seemed to leave no room for true emotions.

Phainon paused for a moment, realizing he couldn't pretend anymore. He saw her face, her eyes, and suddenly, unable to control his words, said what he had been holding inside.

"I can't just be a shadow in your life anymore. I love you. You... You're everything I've ever wanted. You make me forget everything when you're around, and I can't hide it anymore, even if you don't see me the way I see you. You're more important to me than I could have imagined, and I... I can't ignore it anymore."

He felt his heart freeze, and something heavy clenched inside him. He looked at her, expecting her to withdraw again. But that didn't happen.

Her eyes widened slightly. For a moment, she seemed confused. But it all passed like smoke. She sighed softly and shook her head.

"You chose the most inopportune moment for this confession, Phainon."

His face paled. He expected her to reject him, for her response to be as indifferent as ever. But her next gesture caught him off guard: she quietly approached him and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"I wasn't ignoring you, Phainon. I just..." her voice softened. "I was waiting for you to realize what you really want."

Only then did Phainon understand that his unconscious attraction to her was part of something much more important, something she had probably known for a long time, which he himself hadn't realized."

[arxiwon]

hiii i love your writing!! can i request a niki fic based on enha’s song 10 months? reader is several years older than him and doesnt reciprocate his advances because of the age gap (even though she did start to catch feelings). niki gets frustrated and tells reader to stop treating him like a kid. fluff and angst? thank you!!

Not a Kid Anymore

Pairing: Ni-ki × Older!Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Slow-burn, Noona Romance Warnings: Age gap tension, emotional frustration, lots of yearning

You met Ni-ki when he was just a kid—wide-eyed, all limbs, and trailing after you like a puppy. You were a few years older, always brushing off his antics, laughing at his lame jokes, and messing up his hair like an annoying older sister would.

But then, Ni-ki grew up.

Somewhere between the years of friendship, he had stretched taller, his features sharpened, his voice deeper. But what never changed was the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

And that scared you.

Because Ni-ki wasn’t a kid anymore.

And maybe—just maybe—you had started to see him differently, too.

But you couldn’t.

So you shut him down every time.

Every lingering touch, every stolen glance, every attempt at making you see him as a man—you ignored it all. You brushed it off like it was nothing, pretending that the way your stomach flipped when he leaned too close was just a mistake.

Until one night, when he finally snapped.

“You need to stop looking at me like that,” you muttered, gripping your drink a little too tightly.

Ni-ki was standing too close. The dim lights of the quiet café barely hid the intensity in his gaze. You had agreed to meet him like always—just two friends catching up—but something about tonight felt different.

He scoffed, leaning against the table. “Like what?”

“Like—” you swallowed, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. “Like you’re waiting for something that’s never going to happen.”

His jaw tightened. “And why is that?”

“Because you’re younger than me, Ni-ki.”

His lips parted in disbelief, and then he laughed, shaking his head. But there was no humor in it. “Right. That again.”

“Yes. That again,” you sighed. “It’s not—”

“Don’t say it’s not a big deal,” he cut you off sharply. His usual playful tone was gone. “It is to me.”

You exhaled slowly, fingers curling into your sleeves. “Ni-ki, this—whatever this is—it’s not real. You don’t actually like me. You just think you do.”

His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Do you even hear yourself?”

“Ni-ki—”

“You think this is just some crush? Some phase?” His voice was lower now, rougher. His frustration was palpable, vibrating in the air between you. “You think I don’t know what I feel?”

Your throat felt tight. “I just think you haven’t thought this through.”

“Oh, I have,” he said, voice dangerously calm. “You’re the one who hasn’t.”

You stood up, grabbing your bag, needing to put distance between you. “I should go.”

But Ni-ki was faster. He caught your wrist before you could step away, his grip gentle but firm. “Stop treating me like a kid,” he murmured, his voice deep, serious, and too damn close.

Your breath hitched.

“You’re scared,” he said, his fingers brushing over your pulse. “You’re scared because you feel it, too.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Because he was right. You did feel it. You had felt it for a while now.

And that terrified you.

You yanked your wrist from his grip, your heart slamming against your ribs. “This conversation is over.”

But even as you turned to leave, you knew it wasn’t.

You barely made it two steps before his voice stopped you in your tracks. “You can’t keep running forever.”

The certainty in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted to tell him he was wrong. That you could outrun this, that time would smooth things over. But the weight of his stare burned into your back, and deep down, you knew.

Ni-ki wasn’t going to let this go.

You spent the next few weeks avoiding him. Ignoring his messages, dodging his calls, making excuses whenever mutual friends invited both of you out. It felt cruel, but it was necessary.

Or so you told yourself.

But avoidance only lasted so long.

One night, after a long day at work, you trudged up the stairs to your apartment, exhausted and ready to collapse into bed—only to find Ni-ki leaning against your doorframe, hands shoved into his pockets, watching you with unreadable eyes.

Your heart stopped. “Ni-ki—”

“You’re avoiding me,” he said plainly, pushing off the doorframe.

You swallowed hard, gripping your bag strap. “I’ve been busy.”

He scoffed. “Busy pretending I don’t exist?”

You sighed. “That’s not—”

“That’s exactly what it is,” he cut in. He took a step closer, and you instinctively took one back, only to hit the wall.

Trapped.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his face mere inches from yours, “that you feel nothing for me.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Tell him. Say it. End this now.

But you couldn’t.

And he saw it.

Ni-ki’s lips curled into something between a smirk and a sigh, like he had won some silent battle. “You do feel it.”

“I…” You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. “Ni-ki, this isn’t right. I’m—”

“Older?” He let out a soft chuckle, but there was no humor in it. “Who cares?”

“You should care.” Your voice came out weaker than you intended.

“Well, I don’t.” His gaze darkened. “And I don’t think you do either.”

His hand came up, fingers grazing your jaw, featherlight, but the touch sent a spark straight through your body.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

You opened your mouth. Nothing came out.

His lips were so close now, his breath fanning against your skin. The tension was unbearable.

But just as he leaned in, you turned your face away, squeezing your eyes shut. “I can’t.”

Silence.

Then, a sharp exhale, and the warmth of him disappeared.

When you finally opened your eyes, he was already walking away, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Fine,” he muttered under his breath. “Keep running. But don’t expect me to wait forever.”

And then he was gone.

Leaving you breathless and more confused than ever.

The next few days passed in a blur of awkward silences and stolen glances. You tried to keep your distance, but Ni-ki was relentless in his presence. Whether it was coincidental or intentional, he always managed to be near you—brushing past you in the hallway, leaning a little too close when he talked, his fingers grazing yours just enough to make your breath hitch.

But you couldn’t let yourself get caught up in it.

It was just a phase. A crush he’d eventually grow out of.

Or at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Tonight was different, though. You were alone in the practice room, stretching out your sore muscles when Ni-ki walked in. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Practice had ended hours ago, and most of the team had already gone home.

Yet here he was, standing in the doorway with an unreadable expression. His usual playful energy was gone, replaced by something heavier. Something unfamiliar.

“I thought you left,” you said, your voice coming out steadier than you felt.

“I was waiting for you,” he admitted.

You swallowed. “Why?”

Ni-ki didn’t answer right away. He walked toward you, his steps slow and deliberate, until he was standing close enough for you to see the frustration in his eyes.

“You keep treating me like a kid,” he said quietly. “Like I don’t know what I want.”

Your breath caught. “Ni-ki—”

“Do you even know how hard it is?” He let out a bitter laugh. “How it feels to keep proving myself to you? To have you look at me like I’m someone you care about, but never like someone you could love?”

Your chest ached. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is.” His voice was low, insistent. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

You tore your gaze away, staring at the floor. “Even if I do, even if I—” You stopped yourself before the words could slip out.

But Ni-ki wasn’t letting you off easy. He stepped closer, tilting your chin up until you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

“Say it,” he whispered.

You shook your head, but the tears pricking at your eyes betrayed you.

“I can’t,” you murmured. “It’s not fair to you.”

Ni-ki’s jaw clenched. “What’s not fair is you deciding how I should feel. Like I don’t get a choice in this.”

You inhaled sharply, the weight of his words sinking in. His hands, warm and firm, held your wrists as if he was trying to keep you from slipping away again.

For a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you—like all the reasons you’d pushed him away no longer mattered.

But reason had never been the problem.

It was your own fear.

And Ni-ki was done letting you run from it.

Your heart pounded in your chest. Ni-ki’s grip wasn’t forceful, but it was firm enough to keep you grounded in the moment—no more running, no more excuses. His dark eyes searched yours, waiting for you to say something, to give him any sort of answer.

But you couldn’t.

Or maybe you didn’t want to.

Because you knew the second you let yourself admit it, there would be no going back.

“I can’t,” you whispered again, but this time, it was weaker.

Ni-ki let out a shaky breath, frustration flickering across his face. “You keep saying that, but you’re still here,” he murmured. “You didn’t push me away.”

Your silence was his answer.

Ni-ki took a step closer, his body so close that the warmth of him seeped into you. He lifted a hand, brushing his fingers over your cheek so lightly it made you shiver. “If you really don’t want this, tell me to stop,” he said softly.

You opened your mouth—because you should tell him to stop.

You should tell him that this wasn’t right, that the lines between you were too blurry, that you were too scared.

But the words wouldn’t come.

Because you didn’t want him to stop.

Ni-ki’s gaze darkened as he took your silence as permission. His fingers slipped down, tracing the line of your jaw before tilting your chin up. Your breath hitched as his lips ghosted over yours—hesitant, waiting for you to close the distance.

You were the one who finally broke.

With a soft, shaky exhale, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a desperate, lingering kiss.

The second you did, Ni-ki let out a low groan, like he had been holding back for too long. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, as if he was scared you’d slip away again.

It was a slow burn—gentle at first, like he was savoring the moment he had been waiting for. But then it deepened, all of his frustration, his longing pouring into the kiss. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pressing you against him until there was no space left between you.

You felt like you were drowning, overwhelmed by the way he kissed you, by the way he touched you, like he had been starving for this for so long.

And the truth was, you had been too.

You clung to him, fingers tangling into his hair as he pressed you against the wall, his body caging you in. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered against your lips.

A shiver ran down your spine. “Ni-ki—”

He shook his head, cutting you off with another deep kiss, as if he couldn’t stand the thought of you saying anything that would ruin this moment. “Don’t say my name like that unless you mean it,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours.

And you did mean it.

You always had.

Tears burned at your eyes because the weight of everything was crashing down on you all at once—how much you had pushed him away, how much you had tried to convince yourself this wasn’t real.

But it was.

And there was no running from it anymore.

Ni-ki pulled back slightly, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip as he searched your face. “Tell me,” he whispered.

Your chest ached, but this time, it wasn’t from fear. It was from the overwhelming realization that he had been right all along.

“I love you,” you finally breathed.

The second the words left your lips, Ni-ki let out a shaky exhale, like he had been waiting forever to hear them. His lips crashed onto yours again, this time filled with raw emotion, with a hunger that made your knees weak.

And in that moment, you knew—

Ni-ki had fallen first.

But you had fallen harder.

The End.

[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ HER FURY

ᯓ★ Reader has EXTREME emotional detachment/anger issues, enemies to lovers trope (?), John loves to rile up reader, angst (mention of r-word but it doesnt happen dw), slight gore?, lots of funny shi tho, intense smooching but nothing crazy 🤯, reader is fem!!! (Literally writing this instead of doing my assignment, didnt proof read I rushed)

ᯓ★

Pairing you and John up for any mission was a recipe for disaster. Yet Dutch doesn't seem to catch the memo about the chemistry between you both. You HATED John and he? He enjoys that you hate him. As a matter of fact, he gets the thrill out of pissing you off. Because everybody and I mean EVERYBODY at camp knows you have a bad temper. It's just some of them happen to value their life instead of testing your limits.

Nonetheless Dutch had asked of you and John to confront a company man in Saint Denis. The details were that he had a contract that you needed to steal from him. You didn't know much but all you knew was that he played the chief into giving up all his property to the him and with the crew needing help from the chief, this was the only way to do it.

You're never a complainer when it comes to being assigned a mission but since you're being paired up with John and not to mention being told to do it this early in the morning.

You were pissed.

"Can't believe I'm doing this in the morning... Out of everyone Dutch should know I'm not a morning person" You cursed before riding off with John matching your pace on his horse.

Hearing your muttered curses, he can't help but smirk.

"Ain't that the truth. I don’t think anyone in this gang is a mornin’ person" He said.

"Oh shut up" You simply replied.

John doesn't say anything but chuckle at your annoyance. Eventually you two made it to the city, you both dismounted your horses and tied them to a nearby hitching pole. Even in the early morning, the city of Saint Denis was already bustling with activity, horse-drawn wagons passed by, and people hustled and bustled about their business.

John and you made your way through the city, eyeing the people around you and listening for any clues about the man Dutch sent you to hunt down. As you made your way down the sidewalk, you couldn't help but glare at every businessman your eyes laid upon. The way they speak and act just manages to tick you off. This however caught John's attention.

"Ain't you just a ray of sunshine" He sarcastically said and it made you look at him with your brows narrowed.

"What?"

"What? You're scarin' the city folks, that's what"

You scoff.

"All these rich folks just make me all pissed off. Actin' all high and mighty like their lives are worth more than the poor. It's all about class 'til you're talking to someone beneath you"

John chuckled, his eyes following your gaze as you glared at the next businessman walking past you.

"I don’t blame ya. Most of these fools wouldn’t last a day out there tryin’ to survive. They ain’t got any idea what it’s really like" He said and you somehow found yourself nodding to his words.

Suddenly your eyes stopped at a figure hurrying outside a tailor shop. His appearance fitting the very description Dutch had provided you. You nudged John with your elbow and you jerked your head towards the target. John followed your gaze, his eyes landing on the man you pointed at. He studied him for a moment, taking in his features and behaviour.

"I think that's him" You said.

"Seems like it" he answered in a serious tone.

"He’s in a pretty big hurry to get somewhere, ain't he?" He pointed out the obvious.

"Well let's make sure he doesn't get there" Before you even finished talking you were already going after the man.

The two of you started following the man while making sure to keep some distance as to not raise any suspicion. Eventually, the man's route lead the two of you to a quieter part of the city, away from most of the people. John shot a glance your way, a silent question in his eyes of what to do next.

You don't say anything but the mischief on your face somehow answered that question in his head.

"Hey!!" You called out to the guy who's body tenses at your voice. Despite you trying to plaster on a smile, it just made you come off scary.

"What do you want? Money?" he asked gruffly, his hand reaching for something inside his pocket discreetly.

"Money? Is that what you think what my kind is always after?" You approached him slowly and John simply watched from a feet away, his arms crossed with a glimpse of amusement on his face.

He had to admit, this is always the best part of being paired up with you.

"I heard from a birdy that you've done something terrible... you wouldn't happen to be familiar with the chief now would you?" You placed a hand on his shoulder and from how the man's eyes widened slightly at your question and the hint of nervousness displayed on his face.

You knew this was the right guy.

"And who might you be? A-And why should I tell you anything about my business with the chief?" He asked, his tone guarded and wary with suspicion.

When your hands came down to smooth out the wrinkled fabric of his suit, he yelps at the sudden tuck of his tie. You laugh it off.

"I'm simply a nobody but I know damn well you tricked the chief into giving up half his property to your company. Now I don't care what you need it for but there's nothing more that I hate than a lying scum" You flash him a smile before grabbing him forcefully by the jaw. Your action causing him to panic.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! Let me go!!" He stammered, his mask now slipping away to reveal his true self.

"Give me the contract sir and you won't be leaving here with a broken nose" You casually spoke and John stepped a feet closer to the scene.

"Just do what she says sir" John added and the man looks between the two of you before finally nodding quickly.

"O-Okay!! It's in my pocket!!" He said and you gave him a warning look before releasing your grip on him.

He took a few deep breaths to steady himself before taking out a crumpled piece of paper. You raise your eyebrow as you took it from him, then unfolding it to read the words written on it properly. Once you were sure it was the real thing, you turn to face John who has a small smirk on his face from observing the confrontation.

"Well, well... that was quite the performance darlin" He said, taking the contract from you the second you handed it to him.

"I ain't your darlin" You said as you walked past him and back onto the city streets. He chuckles softly while following you from behind.

"Oh, that's right. You ain’t my darlin’, you're just someone extremely stubborn and bossy who I gotta follow around all day" He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Glad we've got that cleared out"

Suddenly the sound of a whistle pierced through the air. John's expression darkened at the sight of the lawmen headed at the direction of the two of you.

"Great, now the law is after us. Figures" He remarked at the turns of events but you were already halfway getting onto your horse.

"Are you plannin' on staying?!" You shouted and he didn't need to be told twice as he quickly got on his horse.

The two of you quickly rode off and you checked over your shoulder to see several lawmen hot on your trail. Their guns firing as they tried to stop you from escaping. John, too, was firing his pistol as he rode, his aim steady and focused. You let out an annoyed groan before taking out your rifle and began shooting at the reinforcements coming from the left.

"Now I'm thinking if I should have killed the guy!" You shouted before shooting one square in the face.

John chuckled grimly as he watched you take out another lawman, his focus still on the ones from behind.

"Maybe you should've done us all a favor and put him out of his misery. Would've saved us a whole lot of trouble" He said and with half of them taken out and some on their way. You quickly looked around for an escape route.

"There!! The trees!!" You pointed.

John followed your lead, steering his horse into the trees as you both hid together. The two of you waited silently, the only sound the rapid beating of your hearts as the lawmen rode past, their horses' hooves thundering against the ground. Once they were out of sight, John let out a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Well, that was a close call" he muttered, his voice a little out of breath.

"I suppose I should be thanking you for getting us into this mess in the first place, then?" He manages to say even after barely making it out. You shoot him a death glare.

"Now I'm wishing Dutch had picked Javier to come with me" You said before galloping the way back to camp.

John raises his brows out of shock at your sudden confession. Quickly and almost desperately, he catches up to you and rode alongside you.

"Oh, come on, I ain't that bad" he countered, his tone feigning offense.

"You're worse" You said and like always, you rode off in a haste, leaving him completely behind. He sighs as he watches you go.

-

Once you made it back to camp, John arrived right after you. He got off his horse and he watches as you hand Dutch the contract before heading to your tent. When he tries to say something to you, you gave him a middle finger with your back facing him. Clearly noticing you're not in a good mood, he shrugs and walked away.

John had an amused look on his face as he stood beside Arthur, the two of them watching you practically storming inside your tent.

"She's quite the firecracker, ain't she?" John said and it had Arthur chuckle, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh, that she does" he agreed with a smirk on his face.

"Although I gotta say, it's rather entertaining to see her riled up" He added.

Just then they see Uncle headed towards your tent. Clearly looking to ask you for something.

"This can go wrong in so many ways" Arthur observed.

The second Uncle made contact with your tent, that was it.

"GET OUT!!! GET THE FUCK OUT!!" You shouted and threw a candle that merely missed him by the head.

John and Arthur couldn't help but burst out laughing as they watched Uncle trip and fall on his way from your tent. Everybody knows that you hate getting your alone time interrupted, especially when you're tired or had just came back from a rough mission so anyone who tried to talk to you was practically asking for it.

"That poor bastard" John said, wiping a tear from his eye while Arthur's laughter was subsiding slowly.

"I gotta give him credit for trying though. He's either really brave or really stupid to approach when she's in a mood like that" Arthur chuckled.

Soon Javier joined the conversation, confusion and curiosity shown on his face.

"Well speak of the devil. Just in time to witness (Y/N) in all her glory" John said and Javier raised his brows in surprise.

"Ah, is she in a mood again? I thought I heard her yelling from all the way over there" Javier said and mirrored the other two who were standing and facing your tent.

"You heard right and apparently Uncle was unfortunate enough to be the first one to try and talk to her" John said with a slight smirk on his face.

"Poor bastard probably got an earful" Javier shaked his head with a chuckle.

"But I wonder why she's always so angry, there has to be a reason to her anger" Javier spoke and it sparked something inside John's mind.

He always figured it was something apart of your character so he never thought to view things like that.

"Who knows? Dutch found her in the woods alone, starved to bone and yet she still had the energy to fight. She was only 9 and she never told us why she was out there all alone" Arthur answered.

"Poor girl"

"Yeah"

As the two kept on talking. John was standing there with his arms crossed as he's completely lost in his mind. The one question he never thought he should pay more attention to.

Why were you angry?

-

The evening came fast. Everybody was busy doing their own thing and John was simply relaxing by the chair until he heard sounds of giggles. The voice was awfully familiar so he got up to follow the source of the sound. To his surprise he found you playing with Jack by the grass a bit further from camp. You were teaching him how to make a flower crown and John couldn't help but notice the one on top of Jack's head.

"Well, I'll be damned" John muttered.

"She's a natural isn't she?" He jumps slightly at Hosea who pretty much came out of nowhere.

"Looks like she's got a soft spot for the kid" He added as the two watch you laugh when Jack began stressing over the steps.

"More like a natural pain in my ass" John said and Hosea snorts. The sound catching your attention almost immediately, the second your neck snapped towards their direction. The two knew what was coming.

"THE HELL ARE YOU TWO LOOKIN' AT?!" You cursed while amusingly at the same time were covering Jack's ears.

The sight was enough to have John grin.

"I didn't know you were a real softie for the kid!" He said while Hosea decided to leave for the sake of his safety.

"I bet you even read bedtime stories to the boy"

"She does!!" Jack said and you couldn't contain the betrayal on your face when you turned to look at him. Seeing your face, John laughs.

"Can I get a piggyback ride auntie (Y/N)?" Jack asked so innocently that you couldn't stay mad at him. You simply nodded and he giggled with excitement as he settled onto your back.

"Say the thing!!" Jack said and you awkwardly looked at John from the corner of your eyes to see him looking all curious.

Ah... this is so embarrassing...

"All abroad the (Y/N) express..." You said with less energy than you usually do but regardless Jack was having the time of his life.

This just made John burst out into laughter. If he thought he hadn't seen it all, he does now.

"Damn kids got a good grip on you" He said, following you as you carried Jack around the camp. Your expression stoic while Jack was acting as though he was flying.

"Good I wouldn't want him to fall" Hearing you say that, John couldn't help but let a genuine smile slip.

"Of course you wouldn't" He said, his tone more softer and now less teasing.

The second it was night time, it was your turn to patrol the grounds. You walked around, rifle in hand as you were on high alert and watching for any potential dangers. It was peaceful you had to admit, just you and the sounds of the trees rustling through the wind.

You continued on your patrol until your ears perked up at the sound of footsteps approaching. You turned around almost in a blink of an eye, rifle drawn at the figure nearing towards you... only to see it was none other than John.

Of course it's John.

Why wouldn't it be John?

"Can't you just leave me alone?" You asked while he had both his hands raised up.

"Wow now, I just wanted to keep you company"

"God you're like a poodle. Wouldn't leave me alone" You said as you lowered your rifle and continued on the path of your patrol. He snickers at your words.

"A poodle? That's a new one"

You simply ignored him hoping that he'll go away but instead he followed you. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up, his tone a little softer than usual.

"So, what made you suddenly decide to take Jack on your back and act all motherly-like?" He asked and you were hoping he would drop that topic by now.

"What do you mean? I'm always like that" You response made John raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his expression.

"You? Always motherly?" he chuckled, his skepticism evident.

"That's not the impression you usually give off, darlin"

"Oh please I can be nice. It's just some people don't deserve that from me"

"And who exactly doesn't deserve your so-called kindness?" he inquired, knowing very well that the list was probably long.

"People who just keeps on pissing me off" You look over at him for a quick second that if he wasn't looking at you from the start, he would have missed it.

"You mean, like me?"

"Oh you just happen to be at the top of my list" John chuckled, clearly enjoying your blunt honesty.

"I'm honored. It's good to know that I'm holding the top spot on your list of people you hate most" He said with a sarcastic voice.

After what felt like minutes of walking around, you let out a yawn as you decided to rest by a log. John stood by where you're sitting, his arms crossed as he tilts his head at you.

"Exhausted?" He asks.

"Of your shit? Yeah, just about"

He rolls his eyes at your reply before making himself sit down beside you. You stare off into the distance, at the brightly litted camp. He stared at the emotionless look on your face. Almost like all joy was sucked out of you. Sensing this might the best time and the only time he'll get, he decided to ask something.

"I heard that Dutch found you alone in the woods when you were 9. How'd that come to be?" He asks and you were still for a second before your eyes turned to look at him. With the way you were staring at him so coldly, he was wondering if he had pissed you off.

"... how would you understand?" You asked and he paused for a moment, his expression hardening slightly.

He understood your hint that you didn't think he would understand how you felt, which rubbed him the wrong way. He let out a scoff, his irritation growing.

"I ain't some damn fool, darlin'. Don't assume I can't empathize with you just cause I ain't the most sensitive person in this gang" He said and you stared at him a little longer before letting out a defeated sigh.

"I grew up in a poor family. Everyday it was a struggle to even put food on our plate. So one day my deadbeat father thought it would better off selling me and my sisters to some rich perverts. I fought like hell to run away. In a way I thought it would be better having my body torn apart by the wolves than to have a man touch me inappropriately" You said and every word that came out of you made John's mouth go dry.

It's no stranger that majority of everyone in the gang had their troubling past but to hear it from the very person who barely ever expressed themselves. It was different.

"I hated my dad. Fuck. I hated my mom more for not doing anything. The more I grew up, the more I grew to hate everybody. This ain't even the life I wanna live so what's the point of loving it" You cursed, your hands now clenching into a fist.

"So you hate everyone because of what your parents did to ya? Don't get me wrong, they sure can rot in hell for what they did but for you to keep everyone at arm's length? Don't you think it's a bit lonely? Living like that?" He said and you looked at him.

"You're the one telling me this?"

"I'm just sayin', pushing everyone away ain't gonna fill that loneliness inside you, darlin'." He said.

You stared at him, contemplating a bit while John held your gaze, his dark eyes studying your face intently. He could see the conflict in your expression, the internal struggle you were having with yourself. He shifted slightly, leaning closer towards you. His voice was low and earnest as he spoke.

"You can't keep running from your feelings, darlin'. Sooner or later, they'll catch up to you" He said.

"And what if they hurt me again?" You said and guilty enough your eyes trailed down to his lips which made John's breath hitch as he felt his pulse quicken for a brief moment before he quickly composed himself.

"What if they don't, darlin'? What if you're just letting your fears control you? Letting you miss out on something great? On moments that could possibly make you feel alive again?" He said, forcing his voice to remain even and steady.

Alive...

You looked at him and he swore he has never seen you this vulnerable before. So when you leaned in towards him, John's heart skipped a beat. Your lips inches apart that for a brief moment he thought you were going to do something unexpected... but then you pulled back, quickly standing up and breaking the closeness between you two. John felt a pang of disappointment in his chest, though he quickly masked it with a neutral expression.

"Where you going?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

"To sleep" You said, rifle held by your side as you went. He doesn't say anything as he remained seated on the log. He let out a sigh and turned his gaze towards the ground, his thoughts a tangled mess in his head.

-

For the next few days, John had noticed the subtle changes in your behavior. He realized that you were deliberately avoiding him. You would steer clear of him whenever he was around, finding tasks or conversations to distract yourself elsewhere.

He couldn't help but feel confused and slightly hurt by your distant attitude. He hadn't done anything to warrant such coldness from you, and the only interaction you'd had was that brief exchange in the woods. So he figured it was because of that night that your behaviour have changed towards him.

John's irritation began to grow as your subtle avoidance continued. He couldn't understand why you were suddenly treating him like he didn't exist. He was used to your usual hostility, sure, but this was a different kind of cold shoulder. So there's no other solution but to confront you.

One evening, after the camp had quieted down for the night, John approached you while you were sitting alone, sharpening your knife. The second you became aware of his presence, you quickly got up and tried to leave however this time he stood in your way blocking your path.

"Now hold on a moment, we need to talk" He said firmly.

"There's nothing to talk about" You said and John grew annoyed at your dismissive response.

"Oh, there's plenty to talk about... You've been avoiding me like the plague for days now. Can you at least tell me what the hell I did to deserve this silent treatment?" He said and you couldn't help swallow anxiously.

"Maybe have you thought that it isn't about you?" You said and once again tried to walk past him but as predicted, he stood in your way. His body almost towering over yours.

"Don't give me that horseshit, I ain't blind. You've been avoiding me like the plague. And every time I try to talk to you, you practically bolt in the other direction" He said, clearly growing more infuriated.

"I'm a busy girl!"

"A busy girl, huh?" he repeated sarcastically, his tone laced with thinly veiled anger.

"I ain't buying it. You've always found time to be a pain in my ass, and now suddenly you're too damn busy to even look at me?"

""What the hell do you want from me John?! You just looking for someone to put your anger out on?!" You raised your voice and John wasn't afraid to match your tone.

"Maybe I am! Maybe I'm sick of your goddamn attitude, your constant need to push everyone away. You ain't fooling anyone with your coldness. You're scared!"

"I'm scared?!"

"Yeah, you're scared. You're scared of letting anyone in, scared of letting your guard down. You act tough and distant 'cause you think it'll keep you safe. But it's all just a—"

Before he could continue on talking, you suddenly grabbed him by the collar to kiss him on the lips. The action clearly caught John off guard, his surprise evident on his face. But his body responded to you despite his confusion, his own anger fueling his reaction.

He returned the kiss passionately, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him in a tight embrace. The kiss was fierce and consuming, both of you releasing all the pent up frustration and tension between you two.

John's hands ran over your body, his touch greedy and possessive. He pressed himself hard against you, his body molding to yours as if he couldn't get close enough.

He broke the kiss for a brief moment, his breathing ragged and his eyes dark with desire. He captured your lips again, his tongue seeking entry into your mouth as his hands roamed under your shirt, exploring the bare skin of your waist.

That was until the sound of someone talking from nearby that made the both of you snap out of the moment. John's attention snapped away from you for a brief moment, his eyes darting towards the source of the noise.

He then took a step back, creating a small space between you now. Both of you were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breaths after the intense moment you had just shared. Surprisingly you were the first to speak up.

"I... I didn't mean to avoid you... I was just scared of these feelings I felt around you... I thought ignoring it— ignoring you was the better idea" You said. After all, you weren't ever good at understanding your emotions.

John watched you, taking in the mixture of emotions that played across your face. He knew exactly what you were feeling because he knew what that feeling was. He took a step closer to you again, his expression now more serious.

"Sometimes we can't control how we feel, darlin'. And trust me, ain't nothing wrong with what we just did" He said, gently caressing the side of your face.

"... I'm fucking scared John... in this life I'm used to losing people, if I let myself feel things then I don't think I'll be able to survive the thought of losing you" You said, the fear in your confession made John frown a bit but there was this sweetness in his gaze when he cupped your face to look at him.

"I ain't going anywhere, darlin'. You ain't gonna lose me, I promise you that"

"You can't be sure" You said, your hands rested on top of his.

"You're right, I can't guarantee anything in this life... but I can promise you I'll do everything in my power to stay by your side. I ain't leaving you, no matter what. You got my word on that" He said, his eyes never leaving yours. You stared at him for a while before resting your head on his chest.

"God I hate you" You sighed but your lips formed a small smile. Seeing that, John couldn't help but chuckled, a warm, genuine smile spreading across his face as he wrapped his arms around you.

"You don't hate me. You can't stand me, though, I know that. But you definitely don't hate me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be leaning on me like this" He teased.

"Stop pushing your luck"

"Oh, come on, darlin'. You know you love me really" he said continuing his tease with a smirk on his face.

"Ugh..." You groaned and it had John chuckled again, enjoying the playful banter between the two of you. He tightened his arms around you while holding you close to him, his face nuzzling into your hair and his voice lowering to a husky, teasing tone.

"You don't have to admit it right now... but I know you do..."

[unholysails]

i really wanna write a fic where julian and garak do the whole mutual pining, assuming its one sided, miscommunication slow burn,,, and then when it comes to a head (OMB), garak pulls away and says itd be best if they didnt do anything more. that knowing theyre in love will have to be enough for them bc being together is too reckless, too dangerous.

so they go back to lunches. debates with longer pauses, long stares. garak hating himself because he doesnt know how to be anything but who he is. julian resenting him for putting this detestable wall between them, but hating himself as well for not being enough, like always.

garak walking past the infirmary and unable to help himself from looking in as he goes by, julian never meeting his gaze but always feeling it burn him.

woven into canon as the reason for their gradual estrangement.

interment camp 371 is one of the very few times garak is ever able to express any kind of impactful affection that might matter to julian after all the distance thats fractured their once hopeful relationship. one of the only true examples of garak allowing julian to see behind the mask, to know the love is real and its still there and he didnt imagine it.

but nothing changes between them even still. julian falls into the arms of other people to try and let go but that burning stare every morning and every evening as garak goes to work and then home again send hot sparks down julian's spine.

no one can know julian for who he really is. and even after he's outed as an augment, no one can understand him emotionally. except that tailor who now only serves to remind him of what he mightve had. if things had been different.

garak's cornered himself into total isolation at this point, the blind rage for the dominion his only grounding force he has left beside the ache for julian that never wanes. it tears at him like the ocean against a crumbling shore, but nothing in the universe could make him put his own selfish sentimental fantasies above julian's safety. not after how it ended the last time he did that. (ASIT)

the end :)

[abrillustrated]

i like to imagine that azula is getting the intensive care that she needs, but with her incredibly strategic mind i think the only activities she would remotely find stimulating are board games/card games that involve strategy. but also she's azula and the table is wood.

also completely unrelated but someone tagged this as dilf zuko??? i know from personal experience that facial hair can grow at any age after puberty lol. doesnt matter that i specifically have a thing for facial hair, which i think is obvious to everyone in my life who has interacted w me and my very hot boyfriend. personally i hc that zuko would do as much as possible to distance his image from his father, and so that means wearing more thai inspired clothes for his mother (who i also hc as thai) and growing facial hair as soon as possible to resemble his uncle.

someone said that toph should also be in fight club and i agree. actually hold on let me find that person and tag them @clubolive thanks to u i love that idea

all text is typed out below sorry that handwriting looks like the ghost of thomas jefferson possed me lmao

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azula: Your move

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zuko: hmm

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zuko: really?

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toph: Rule number one about fight club is: don't talk about fight club

toph: Rule number two is don't tell Zuko that this isn't a mother's group because he will get us disbanded again if he finds out about fight club part two

[theempressofthenile]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS - Sidereal Edition/Natal Placements

Cancer Moons (Ashelashas) - Secret animosity with others. Could have friends that dislike them without knowing. Emotions run high with this group. Asheshla moons tend to get noticed a lot more easily than their mates (other cancer moons). Also have a high sex drive. Could be open to being expressive to others as emotional rollercoasters are often. At some point, the need for secrecy dies out, and the need for community/love care and compassion brings them more nurturance.

Ashelasha moons have 'controlling ancestors'... No better way to put this. They could be open to guiding you but you have to remember its up to you to find your answer this lifetime.

(This reminds me heavily of the mulan movie, especially when she communicates with her ancestors).

Mula (Sagittarius) Moons - Very emotional creatures. Eye opening perspectives. Could of been caged like a bird when younger. Popular energy, could be well known in different spaces. Social media, real life community, in a new community different from their home town etc. Very carefree, loving babes.

Venus in Rohini - Captivating auras, stylish and are confidently bold. Fashionistas. Could really be in the met gala if they wanted lol. Very tasteful when it comes to looks, and personality can be really sensual and sweet. Can be a little heart-throbe. Love to see it.

Shravana Moons - Distance is necessary for needed growth in areas that the mind seeks. What i mean in, travel and connecting to different backgrounds will help you grow culturally and will create great space for your intellect and maturity. With this moon being in capricorn, it helps move out any controlling factors at play. Destiny is connected to the mind and the ethers. So you gotta let go so you can get in control of your circumstances.

Patience, enjoying life as is, and listening to a higher power is what keeps you at balance, and with the ease of flow. k?

Jyesthas - Man.. y'all sex appeal is up there. Doesnt matter if its sun, moon, venus, rising, etc. But its UP. You guys have a 'distance' with the crowd but this is the scorpio nature of you guys. Similar to Shravana Suns/Moons/Venus, you need space so you can get out of the world and into your own mind. Your higher self needs distance so that you can see between the black and white perspectives of life and yourself. You create your own world and thats what makes it special. Your intimate with yourself and the world knows you to be confident, bright and creative however we only see a glimpse of your life through your lens. Its beautiful. Creative life essence is tainted when you allow to many faces and opinions in your work. Do what you want, its your life. Your in control babes.

Posting more soon :)

[confusedmothboy]

hate travis haters cause like what did i ever do to you

thats in a joking manner btw i just relate to him on an unhealthy level lemme spew up my thoughts below the cut

so like. we all know hes an asshole the first few episodes. im gonna keep my thoughts and rationalizations on that to myself cause that's not what this post is about, and im not defending him there. BUT. he is such a relatable and accurate depiction of a man stuck in a matriarchial society. my source? *points to myself* i dont feel the need to delve into my home and family life too much on here but im gonna need you guys to know that i know.

okay continuing: travis is never the focus, and he knows that, which is why hes such a fucking asshole for the start of season one. his grief isnt the focus, his father (flaws and all) isnt the focus, and hes never considered that a) he would be stuck out in the wilderness with 15 teenage girls his age or that b) he would not be immediately feared and respected simply because hes a man.

i think he realizes this the second ben gives natalie the gun that he has almost no influence over the group, which he lashes out about. his love for natalie and his willingness to listen to her during season one overrides all of that soon after.

ever since then and through to the end of s2, hes an active side character, but only exists to further nat or lottie's arcs. he comes back a bit when javi is rescued, but as a character, he understands his place in this mini society and fits into it, mainly out of fear, considering what happened to jackie.

jackie also didn't fit into the yellowjackets' dynamic at the beginning, but unlike travis, she refused to adapt to a survivalist mindset. (she was also less of a incendiary dick but whatever whatever)

on doomcoming: i think that that's when travis realizes that not only does he not have control over the group, he doesnt have power over his own autonomy. the girls nearly gang rape and kill him, and he knows that by the morning, he cant do anything about it. considering its the 90s (though this mindset is still SO prevalent) he also probably feels like he should have enjoyed the parts before they held a knife to his throat. the only one who doesnt immediately let it go is jackie (someone who also took advantage of him btw), and she is literally frozen out for it. when they eat her, it serves him as a reminder that he would never have autonomy in the wilderness again, even after death.

just gonna throw the point that his character is very reminiscent of how female characters are usually treated in media out there (reblogged something that went SO much better into it than i can)

anyways, by season 3 hes damn near lobotomized. lottie breaks his mind with shrooms and manipulation and he has like 5 lines the whole season. could this be pinned on the Different style of writing that we were given in s3? yeah, but i think its him understanding thats in the new post fire dynamic, its not enough for him to be on the side, he needs to be PASSIVE. him exerting his strength or emotion is a reminder to the girls that they weren't always like that. he knows that hes one crashout away from being labled a dangerous, naturally aggressive man. him distancing himself from both nat and lottie is his way of undoing all connection from the girls he's grown to fear. plus, hes fucking Tired. hes given up on ever returning to society.

it doesnt matter that his biceps are the size of boulders or that he gets to hold the rifle whenever natalie decides hes allowed to. he is stuck!! my boy is trapped!!! he cant fucking do or say anything no matter how much they do against him - this guy is rightfully scared! despite all his rage hes still just a rat in a cage guys

sorry if all this is fucking incomprehensible but i feel really strongly about him because sometimes it feels like im the only person in this fandom who Gets It and whatever feel free to still hate him this is just yelling into the void

[itsrlymine]

HIIII i would like to be 🐩 anon. First, I want to say that I absolutely love ur account, many of ur posts have been like a kind of wake-up call (???) cause I finish reading them (or halfway through) and stop bc I finally understand and its so simple 😭😭😭 I already had some knowledge of the Law in the past, but I have learned so much more about it. However, about a month ago, I realized that I wasnt doing it with the intention of learning but cause I thought I needed to do more or that I wasnt "enough." But the Law was always easy, and I complicated it 😭😭

Since that moment, I decided to step back a bit from social media, and thats when I realized with my own eyes how easy the Law really is omfg. I just imagine that anything (whether material or not) is mine and in my present, and Ive managed to manifest so many things that in the past I would have considered big, but it doesnt matter because thats the past!!! Things like moving to my desired home; I made a vision board where I placed the house I "wanted," but I didnt check it all the time (at ALL) cause I just kept in mind that it was already there and all that, and guess where I live nowwww🤭🤭🤭🤭

I also manifested a group of 6 friends. Im still a bit shy in some ways, but thats not an issue. I had detailed in my mind how these people would be (people I had never seen before), and on instagram, they sent me a request. In fact, when I manifested becoming close to a schoolmate (we’re now bffs), her friends also started talking to me. I even managed to have someone talk to me again!!! The context is long, but due to misunderstandings, she and the group that used to be my friends got stuck in lies that people said about me there, and I distanced myself (in 2023). This year, about a month ago, I remembered her (special one from that group) and thought, "if i miss her so much, why not manifest that she have my number... oh righttt she already have it." I even knew what messages they would send me, and thats exactly what happened, word for word

Hello babe!!!

I actually love that you read through my posts and stopped eventually bc they clicked 😭😭 That’s incredible. It’s also beautiful that you’ve realized you can have anything that you want bc everything is the same and yours anyways!

I love that you manifested your desired home just by knowing it’s yours. I love vision boards as well but they only work when you acknowledge that what you want has manifested already.

I’ve manifested new friends by doing the same thing and ofc they just made their way to you!!! You are a magician. You are magic itself!!! Thank you so much for sharing and I know this will inspire others!!!!💖💖

[theborgqueen2]

thinking about the christening of the protostar, when kathryn and chakotay last saw each other. how it makes clear that kathryn does not want to go back into deep space, that she has had enough of that for a lifetime. "dont let them promote you to admrial, they'll take your ship and put you behind a desk" Kathryn probably went "oh thank god" and took that promotion with hugs and kisses. she says "the only way starfleet is going to get me back out there is as a hologram"

i imagine her hardcore nesting as well, really settling, making room in her life and just waiting for a simple sign chakotay has packed his things and is ready to move in.

only for the notification to pop up on her desk that captain chakotay is assigned the protostar, set on a course back to the delta quadrant.

but thats fine if thats what he wants, its not like they ever actually made plans, that he made her any promises, she just thought he'd go for that antropology position not another deep space assignment, putting him back into harms way...? but it doesnt matter, if thats what makes him happy, then Kathryn will be there and she will be supporting him through it.

meanwhile chakotay gets promoted to captain, something that once upon a lifetime was everything he wanted, what he worked for, before everything happened - his resignation, the maquis, the delta quadrant, kathryn.... but now... the pips at his collar mean nothing. he looks at the course they've plotted, getting them awefully close to dangerous anomalies and borg space and all the threats he thought he left behind. he thought he would settle down once they reached earth, get that teaching position he's dreamed of back when they fought mind-controlling space worms, but kathryn didn't call. she seems so happy with her new life, the new position. He's watched her from a distance, making a home for herself, without him and he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt but it's fine. It's okay. It's only ever been about her happiness and if that includes everything but him, he'll give her space. he's learned how to do that. He's good at that. in a way she'll be watching over him now, from afar, as admiral. and her captain.

He'll go back to the delta quadrant, where he was with his family, where he was with the woman he loves, where he was truly happy for the first time in his life, had a purpose, a goal. Peace. maybe he'll find it once again.

So when they Kathryn asks "you're really going back out there." she means "why are you leaving again? why won't you stay?" and when chakotay answers "if i run into any trouble, you're the first one I'll call" he means "i don't want to leave you. but i cant stay here"

and when he goes missing, her previous promise of "never going back out there except as a hologram" gets eradicated because if its him, stranded yet again? there is no barrier she won't cross to get him back.

[pathetickuroo]

fukutora hcs bc theyre funny

- fukunaga shohei #1 lover of badddd bad bad bad movies. terrible films. not good. we're talking sharknado snakes on a plane willys wonderland velocipastor that one thanksgiving slasher film that i cant remember the name of rn (dont think abt the mechanics of it being a thanksgiving movie too hard). generally not a movie enjoyer i think but most certainly clocking in for shit that is Not Good

- tora is baffled every time but definitely not opposed to it (this guy loves cuddling on the couch i think he hits the fake yawn arm around shoulders maneuver like. regularlyyyy and fukunaga doesnt even pretend to think its silly anymore)

- "shohei this movie doesnt even make any sense" "🤷"

- tora the hugger from behind of All Time he is finding any possible excuse. "u look cold" or "makin up for lost time" or "i have practice in an hour plsss plssssss just let me have this PLSSSSSSS" (he uses that one in particular a lot) (fukunaga wouldnt have said no in the first place) (he thinks its cute so he doesnt say anything abt it)

- repressed-as-hell hs tora did not quiteee know what to do w whatever tf he had goin on so he didnt get the guts (ha) to say anything until a couple years after graduation (which he then said over text bc yokohama -> tokyo = long distance)

- fukunaga conveys thoughts in as few words as possible (which is fucking awesome btw if fukunaga has no fans it means ive died) BUT in order to preserve the meaning it sometimes takes a second to respond

- tora did Not have a good time attempting to navigate this when he was trying to confess

- bro immediately started freaking out to yaku "DUDE WHY DID I DO THAT THAT WAS SO STUPID" "omfg its fukunaga give him a second. impatient ass" "I THINK IM DYING" "jfc"

- meanwhile in tokyo fukunaga was staring at "i rly like u dude" trying to figure out if tora meant like (homie) or like (w/gay intent)

- fukunaga only ever calls tora by his full government given name when he is Displeased. tora used the pan he needed for dinner tn so now he has to wash it? taketora. tora rearranges his living room w no warning? taketora. doesnt even say it in a mean/angry tone or anything j matter of fact as all hell. honestly i think if fukunaga was ever genuinely angry abt smth hell would probably freeze over

- tora does get extremely pouty abt it tho. "shoheiii what did i do :(" "the pan" ".......OH FUC—"

- when tora first moved to yokohama he got a cat bc of course he did he graduated from nekoma. tf else was he supposed to do, get a dog? (maybe in the future)

- very very fluffy very cute very sweet tuxedo girl. her name is "destroyer" (yes really) he calls her badass on the reg and she is sooo cuddly w him. fukunaga finds all of this extremely funny

- in fact when fukunaga starts visiting suddenly destroyer doesnt gaf abt tora anymore. worse than pain of death in his opinion it is So Not Fair. first thing fukunaga does after he meets the cat is send a pic to the old nekoma gc "top 10 cats that like me more than they like their owners" tora throws a pillow at him "i RAISED her from a BABY" "did u rly" ".....NO BUT IT AINT RIGHT"

- after theyve been together a few months toras thinkin abt how fukunaga used to Never Talk Ever and he makes a joke "ha i guess i learned how to speak BODY language am i right. right shohei. thats funny right"

- fukunaga calls him taketora for a week. tora retires that joke permanently and they never speak of it again

- tora morning person fukunaga not-exactly-a-night-owl-but-doesnt-love-being-awake-at-5:30 person. one time fukunagas in yokohama for the weekend he wakes up at 6 annoyed as hell (tora got up at 5 and left for a run) bc wtf his pillow literally got up and walked away. falls back asleep wakes up again at 10 tora made not only coffee but pancakes too AND heated them up for him hes immediately like ok nvm this is fine actually no complaints (<- still gets annoyed when his human teddy bear ditches him)

- TORA BABE SAYER. hey babe thanks babe i missed u babe. but it took him foreverrrrrr (forever) to get comfortable actually saying it instead of thinkin inside so there was also (and still is) a lot of dude (romantic) bro (romantic) man (romantic).

- fukunaga doesnt like saying pet names or anything (but to be fair does he like saying ANYTHING most of the time) but does not mind being called them at all (that's a lie he thinks it's awesome and so so so sweet but when tora asks if it's okay he says he doesn't mind)

[orphiclovers]

Part 2 of examples of rape/SA in orv and my thoughts on them. cw: discussion of rape and mentions of pedophilia. lets get into it again

4. han myungoh mpreg. implied to be dragged off and raped by a demon in some capacity (I mean he literally becomes pregnant). so the act itself is entirely offscreen but why this is interesting it how getting raped and becoming pregnant fundamentally changes him as a person and from our MCs' perspectives, turns him "better" and more honorable.

so Rape-as-redemption is also a pretty Yikes trope. the implication that getting raped and going through all this awful shit made him a nicer person or fixed him somehow is quite... unfortunate... he's not a woman so it doesn't read as quite as problematic but the optics are still not looking good. 4.5/10 maybe rethink this

5. When Kim Dokja is physically wrestling lee seolhwa/queen antinus to the ground while Yoo Joonghyuk is paralysed by poison and watching from a distance and starts thinking that it would be a really bad idea to assault or rape Lee Seolhwa even though they're both immobilized and he has her in a compromising position, because of course yoo joonghyuk would kill him (or anyone) who attempted to do this. why the fuck were you thinking about all this kdj? there's something wrong with this guy. this is an incredible moment, completely out of pocket and deranged.

doesnt add or detract anything from the story, most ppl miss it, but it tickles and entertains me personally that kdj thinks about raping yjh's ex girlfriend and this isn't supposed to say or imply anything about what kind of person he is. singshong say that it doesn't matter which lines were written by who but I can TELL this paragraph was written by a man. only a man would come up with internal monologue like this and randomly put it into the story 100/10 AMAZING I love it no notes. please more of this

6. pink kids. SIGH. we're fucking doing this shit again, same as Nirvana. "crossdressers are creepy perverse old men pretending to be girls to lure in their victims" ? Singshong stop depicting male gender non-confirming people as sexual predators challenge. They actually ACKNOWLEDGE this is a shitty trope so they TRY, they ATTEMPT to subvert it, poorly.

make one of the crossdressers actually THEE purest character in all of TWSA, wow! isn't it so unexpected that not ALL crossdressers are evil rapists and this one is actually innocent? this isnt the subversive commentary they thought it was. the fact they knew enough about how this trope is problematic to decide they need to subvert it but then do nothing about nirvana is reallly off putting. they can't even claim ignorance because they clearly know. 2/10 you tried I guess

7. when people assume kdj wants to fuck little kids.? this happens multiple times and is a misunderstanding that comes from the fact he makes sys his incarnation and spends a lot of time around children. canonically the only reason Han Myungoh's baby was spared/taken by asmodeus is to be used as a child sex slave gift to kim dokja because he thought he would like one. think about that. Kim Dokja canonically has (baseless) pedophile allegations 1000/10 that's amazing

8. Asmodeus is said/implied to be a sexual predator of some kind but its never made clear What exactly his crimes are, just vague "perverse sexual acts". He takes little girls bodies as vessels (which. is the fucking crossdressing predator trope again isnt it. goddamit) but we get no other implication of if he hurts his hosts. "Devil of Lust and Wrath" is a character who doesn't actually do much or any raping. 6/10 its alright? i dont know anymore