#and you know when they do get that freedom to be themself they have a lot of catching up to do

[snakebites-and-ink]

Whumper-Turned-Caretaker CYOA 28 (End)

CW for the series | Masterlist

You chose to let Whumpee choose (you hope they stay).

You decide to leave it up to Whumpee. You’d like them to stay with you, but they deserve the freedom to choose for themself.

The next day, you broach the topic.

“Whumpee….I know you’re getting better, and…it wouldn’t be fair for me to hold you back from your life if you’re ready to go back to whatever it was you had before. Or to move on to something new. I can’t keep you against your will anymore. I’m letting you go. I’d love it if you stayed, but if you want to leave, you’re free to. The choice is yours.”

“Oh.” They blink, taken by surprise. “Thank you.” Then more ardently, “Thank you.”

They take some time to think about it. You’ll give them as much time as they need. You like having them around.

* * *

When you wake up the next morning, Whumpee is nowhere to be found.

You suppose you can’t blame them for leaving, given what you put them through, but you can’t say you’re happy about them going. Especially without saying anything. You start making breakfast, and frown as you have to consciously remind yourself to only cook for one.

You hear your door open. You turn to look at the doorway, confused, and see Whumpee standing there.

“Whumpee?” you say in surprise. “I thought you were gone.”

“I went for a walk.”

Of course. They were still making up for lost time with the sunshine. You give them a smile, doing your best to convey that that’s fine. They have their freedom now. “Oh. No problem. I’ll get some more food cooking.” Still, you make a mental note to get them a cellphone in case things go wrong when you’re not with them. And a house key if they’re going to go out while you’re still asleep.

“So, have you decided what you’re going to do?” you ask over breakfast. You don’t want to pressure them into making a decision if they’re not ready yet, but you would like to know if they are.

“Um, I…I think I’m going to stay,” they answer, a little timidly.

“I would love to have you stay,” you respond genuinely, “On your terms this time. But if you ever change your mind, you’ll still be free to leave.”

* * *

The first thing you do after learning they’re staying is move the lock you put on their door so it locks from the inside instead of the outside. You intend to respect their privacy either way, but you hope having the ability to lock you out will give them some added security and control. You do also get them a phone and house key. And you offer to pay for any therapy they want: for all the help you’re willing to give them, you know you’re not a professional.

Over time, they continue to get happier and more at ease. Once in a while, the old fear rears its head, but you work through it and it doesn’t dominate their life. Occasionally, you have a moment where you miss the way things were before. But there are so many more moments where you appreciate what you have now. You’re glad you changed yourself and your relationship with Whumpee for the better.

Thanks for playing!

Taglist:

@kabie-whump, @whumpanthems, @whumpsoda, @3-2-whump, @generic-whumperz, 

@taterswhump, @alivenova, @whumped-by-glitter, @expressionless-fr, @whumpycries, 

@whumpsday, @moons-cozy-corner, @echo-goes-aaa, @whumplr-reader, @starfields08000, 

@whump-blog, @ivymyers, @currentlyinthesprial, @lumpofsand, @coffin-hopping, 

@ragin-cajun-fangirl, @catnykit, @indigoviolet311, @dragongodryss, @kira-the-whump-enthusiast,

@risk606, @natthebatt, @decaffeinatedtimetraveler94, @whatwhump, @venusski

@hermitcrabs-1,  @croixph, @mj-or-say10, @kawaii-cakes, @gevwer,

@fourwingedwriter, @turtlesnap1, @whump-till-ya-jump

[punkbarbarian]

for folks who don’t follow them on instagram— ally beardsley wrote part of an op-ed in the washington post for the 50th dnd anniversary about a moment playing dnd that really stuck with them and i wanted to share it here!

“a character’s journey — and my own”

I was an aspiring comedian in Los Angeles and had just landed a salaried job at the comedy website CollegeHumor. My co-worker and friend Brennan Lee Mulligan was looking for six comedians to create a show that would be like an at-home game of D&D. Why not? “Dimension 20” became a weird punctuation to my day.

I remember there being too many rules to remember. I kept turning to my friend, Brian Murphy, to ask which dice I should be rolling. I wasn’t paid overtime, but I loved the group and was having a lot of fun.

For the second season, I had my sea legs. I created a character for the campaign who was transgender. I had started going by the gender neutral they/them pronouns at work and among friends, but sourcing hormones or getting surgery seemed equal parts expensive and invasive. A fun thing about fantasy is stripping away the crunchy, real-world limitations and asking yourself: “What would I do if I could do anything?”

That season’s arc for my character, Pete, was extremely euphoric for me. I had described him as a trans cowboy you might see at Burning Man, and the artist drew him dressed as a freaky Hunter S. Thompson in an open shirt to show his top surgery scars. He has wild magic — uncontrollable and dangerous in the game mechanics — which we used to explore the painful chaos of leaving a family that doesn’t accept you.

Since then, I’ve started testosterone HRT and had top surgery. It’s funny to listen back to myself playing a character who had transitioned in ways I hadn’t. It’s full of inaccuracies that make me smile. Pete takes a testosterone pill every day; I now know it’s a weekly injection or a topical gel. I see my face, one wrapped up in playing something so new but instantly right. It was like an oracle. A near-future me who has health insurance! Who’s talked to their mom about being trans and even spent a week post-top surgery on that mom’s couch in Temecula, Calif!

As I started transitioning my appearance, seeing that in front of the camera felt raw. I was starting hormones, and my voice was cracking. Realizing it was all being recorded felt naked at times, but it has been really nice to talk to fans and friends about how important it is to see someone that looks like you taking a big risk on themself.

With Pete, it was really important to me to tell a story other than the dramatic lead-up to a medical transition. So we started with him having just gotten out of surgery, but that’s all you see of that process. Part of his backstory is that he doesn’t have a relationship with his transphobic parents, and before shooting the first episode, I felt sick to my stomach. I’ve been on a journey with my parents, and our starting place didn’t have much common ground. When my character meets with his father, it felt as though I was actually running into my own on the street.

Brennan could sense that discomfort, and as my character’s dad was about to call Pete by his deadname, Brennan shut the interaction down, surrounding his dad with bubbles that carried him into the sky. Magic is the power and freedom to manipulate your reality, and you can banish the awful voices in your life — let them swirl away into the air.

[whiskeyskin]

This

Premise: Astarion begins to understand how hellish it is catching feels.

• Astarion x afab!Tav • 18+ • M rating • MDNI

Astarion's POV, reference to blood feeding, warmth and comfort, hating the fact he's falling, light PinV, lotus pose, sensual, romantic, playful, past trauma's getting in the gods damned way, reliving bad memories, understand, love, deciding not to have sex, feels

2.6k words

Thank you to @casualya for this beautiful picture 😍💜

•°•°•

Astarion gasped, his mouth and throat coated in their delicious blood. So decatent, so warming and sweet. He felt intoxicated by it. A smile curled across his lips, still breathing heavily, mouth open.

"Can you taste the whiskey?" Tav asked, through a murmur of light-headedness and amusement.

Astarion hummed in appreciation against their soft, taut skin. He adored the way they smelled after he fed. Like warm lust, soft bedding and comfort on a rainy day.

He hated it.

Especially when they softly rubbed his back in soothing circles, making his resolve wane further.

His eyelids drooped as he slowly blinked against the lulling feeling of being with them like this. Naked and intimate but with no immediate threat of sex.

"I can," he licked his lips, catching drops of their taste in the creases of his mouth, "Is that why you taste especially warming tonight, my dear?"

He lazily dragged his tongue over the two slowly oozing pierce marks; the evidence of his condition inflicted on another.

Tav shuddered and grazed the back of his neck to lightly fist and twirl his hair. Astarion grasped the Amulet of Silvanus around his neck, muttered the incantation and the tent flooded with blue healing energy.

Tav's naked chest pressed against his own as they inhaled deeply, carried by the spell's energy. They sighed out and peppered kisses against his forehead to the side of his cheek, their skin now feeling similar temperature, instead of his usual cool against their warmth.

There they sat, facing each other in relaxed embrace, Tav's splayed legs hooked over his own. The rhythm of Tav's breathing a sweet lullaby as he closed his eyes, leaning his temple against theirs in complete bliss.

It was awful.

All he'd wanted was a little promise of protection. For them to fall for his manipulations and honeyed words. To use his extraordinary talents and devastating good looks to his own advantage for a little tet au tet. Sex for protection.

Not this. Not kindness and understanding. Not feeling rested and nurtured and important. Feeling safe, truly safe with them. With all of their tadpoled rabble, in fact.

He could feel the warmth radiating off their core as they sat like this, the blood he'd drained from them headed only one possible place.

He could smell them. The allure of their sex. Their want and need for him. Their siren's call to sheath himself fully inside them. But with Tav, there was the safety of knowing that it need not go any further than this, unless he wanted it.

While they didn't understand the full severity of his complicated relationship with sex, they were acutely aware of it and always insisted on his unabashed consent and when it wasn't, they'd simply dressed themself, said goodnight and left for their tent.

It had left him flabbergasted.

That was the most erotic part of sex with Tav for him. The he had that power. That control to say "No" and they would obey.. listen.. allow it.

He wouldn't be forced to go through with it. Wouldn't be compelled to do it. Wouldn't do it to avoid lashings. They would simply get dressed and leave for their own bunk.

However that stint ended the first night Tav had suggested to sit like this together while feeding, for the sake of intimacy; completely naked, with no sex at all. They'd walked out of tent without a word, leaving him unexpectedly frustrated.

He'd riled himself wild the rest of the next adventuring day with the notion of fucking with free-will, that they'd been fucking every night since in some fashion, or another.

The freedom to have sex only, and if only, he wanted to but to still have the electricity of the warm up act? He could feel himself growing harder with the thought.

"Should I ignore it?" Tav whispered against the shell of his ear.

Astarion swallowed, traces amounts of the blood still present. He pulled them even closer, the head of his cock jutting against their swollen lips. Tav made a small gasp, then he felt a small smile against his skin before a kiss was pressed there.

"Tell me we don't have to.." he started, and fanned his fingers out across their back.

"Never. We never have to do anything unless you want to." Tav answered, shaking their head softly.

Astarion's eyes fluttered closed, "Tell me you'll leave if I asked you to." He said, trying to suppress a moan, as his fingers dug against the musculature of their back.

"Without question." They replied. Astarion squeezed his eyes shut tighter and bit his lip.

This. This was something he'd never had. Freedom to say no.

He'd hadn't experienced this, not in over 200 years. Someone who respected his choices, his opinions. Someone who empowered him to take chances in his own abilities, to find confidence in new skills. Someone that he found himself searching for in a crowded place. Someone that openly gave themselves to him without expecting anything in return. Someone who he.. cared for.

Gods below.

"Do you want me to leave?" Tav asked, their tone non-threatening and understanding.

Astarion shook his head and pressed his face into the crook of their neck - his safe place, his haven.

It was Hell.

He pulled them even closer, the bedroll unbunching as he lifted them higher on his thighs and spread their sweet lips apart.

His hard length glided from their clit to their entrance and gently prodded, their hole twitched against the intrusion then relaxed.

Tav breathed a moan and leaned back their head, exposing their neck to him again. Both of them began to writhe with miniscule movement, rocking against each other.

His cock butted from the position he'd tried to suavely place himself in and slid wetly up the length of their vulva.

They chuckled breathless and contented, "Why does sex never go as smoothly as it does in novels and verse?" Tav mused, tilting their head in amusement.

He softly snorted a laugh and burned the brand of his kiss against their clavicle, then smirked out the side of his mouth, "Indeed, my love. I need a little help it seems."

He gently thrust upwards, his cock gliding against their pink, glistening lips, so they would understand what he meant.

"Picking at the lock but need an extra hand to open it?" Tav laughed softly, reaching between them to gently push his length into the correct angle for this position. Astarion flexed his thighs to afford more space and lift them higher.

Their wet folds made deliciously slick noises as his cock slid into place and his head was engulfed by their tight entrance.

They both gasped, their breath mingling as they moaned together. Tav bit their lip and gently rolled their hips to tease his tip, to sucker and release as he barely entered them.

Suddenly, he was plagued with his well practised, tired and loathsome feeling of revulsion and hatred. He tried to push it back, to contain it to the subconscious part of his brain.

He pulled himself back, to look down at the sensation. A low twang of lust to hit in his belly watching the head of his cock disappearing into their waiting vagina, massaging and teasing him.

Tav's hand was resting on his lower abdomen to keep him in place, the other wrapped around his neck.

"You feel so good, my darling."

Tav smiled seductively, but said nothing.

Again, the feeling of revulsion reared up inside him, filling his throat with bile. He shook his head against it, snorting breath through his nose.

"Tell me it feels good, Tav."

"Always, Star."

Tav slid their hand from the back of his neck to delicately capture his jaw, feather light and soft. He leaned in desperately, folding in on himself to get closer.

He was taken back to the palace, to that bedroom.. to the hundreds of faceless underneath, or on top of him.

He gritted his teeth, and strained against it. He blinked back the visions, willing himself through it. He just needed to get through it and everything would be fine. He just needed to find another way through it than his usual routine of disgust and revulsion at what he was doing.

It wasn't a victim, not another body to appease Him. It was Tav. It was..

"We can stop-" came Tav's voice, concern tinged their tone.

"-No," he protested, "Don't you dare." He warned with a devilish snarl, kissing them deeply, tongue lashing with theirs.

He wouldn't be beaten by it. Wouldn't let Cazador keep ruining his life.

Astarion gripped then curve of Tav's ass to pull them toward him, to make them full with his cock but they dug in their heels to stop him.

"Wait, let me.." they trailed off, leaning themselves backwards with one arm to give then leverage.

They rolled their hips upwards in languid circles, using their strength to hold themselves up higher.

Astarion stared down at their meeting. His pale purple head dipping shallowly into their hot, pink cunt. Their combined slick glistening as his tip reappeared from their entrance. He almost swallowed his own tongue.

He never looked at it before Tav. Where the sexes met. It disgusted him. Why would he. He would always look away, or look between the mark's eyebrows. Never in the eyes and never watched how bodies moved with him.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? How I envelope around you, welcome you inside me?"

"Y-yes.. my d-darling," Astarion struggled, feeling his cock thicken as he stared down at Tav's inviting folds.

It felt like he was being choked from desire as the feeling sent electricity through his hips and down to his toes. The slow, deliberate friction suckering against his most sensitive part.

However, despite his efforts, the elation was soon tainted by nausea and self-loathing.

Gods he wanted to be normal. To experience and enjoy sex the way you're supposed to. To have the ability to relish in the delights of the carnal, not to be repulsed by them.

He wanted it desperately. Almost as much he wanted Cazador dead. He wished he could give himself fully without the baggage and hurt and trauma he carried.

They deserved more than him. Deserved to be with someone that could make them truly happy. That didn't come with emotional scars that dug so deep they'd never fully heal.

What could he possibly have to offer, except his exceptional ability in bed?

He wrapped an arm around Tav to help take the weight and slid them down his cock another inch, to envelop his tip completely.

Tav whimpered and bit their bottom lip.

Pleasure clenched low in his gut and Astarion moaned, and sought out their nipple to suck and bite on. Something tangible, something physical. To keep him present, to keep him centred. Something to show his affection for them, how they made him feel, what they were doing to him; despite his past creating road blocks.

Tav gasped and heaved their chest upward, legs splaying further. Astarion bucked in rhythm to add to motion.

"I adore watching you like this. Spread for me. Moaning just for me.."

It was true. He did. He just desperately wished that the act itself wasn't marred by sickening, cloying hatred.

He was so conflicted. He understood that this was different; the feelings when he was with Tav were unlike anything he'd experienced for those torturous decades, but the other darker side of himself refused to relent it's vice-like grip.

"I'm very happy for you, Star but I'm going to get a cramp if I don't move." Tav chuckled, resting themself back down onto the bedroll, his cock popped out and now felt cold from the lack of warmth.

"Well, can't very well have that, can we?" He mocked with a true playfulness only they brought out in him, "Shall we change positions in a very sexy and alluring manner, my dear?"

"Oh, not our usual tangle of limbs and curse words that come from us trying to extracate ourselves?"

"Perish the thought. I'm a consummate professional."

"Professional bastard."

"That too."

They giggled softly within each others embrace, then pressed a familiar kiss. Astarion lingered just a second longer than they did before Tav scooched themselves back and stretched out their legs, groaning.

"Ugh, I swear this adventuring lark is tough on the old bones." They complained, impersonating an elder in the warbling tone.

"Your bones are hardly old, mine are far older than yours."

"Your bones are also Elven and Vampiric, and therefore immortal. So yank those reigns, Grandfather." They sassed, pointing and flexing their feet, stretching out their legs. Astarion gave a genuine laugh.

His chest ached. He didn't know why. It was a dull, throbbing ache that seeped warmth into the deep reccesses of his soul.

His brows creased together at the odd sensation and swallowed, embracing it. At least it was different to self-loathing. It was calming but made his body feel like it was struggling for air. He recognised it.. vaguely.. from his early years of enslavement.

Guilt poured over him, dousing the warmth gathered in his chest. Reliving the scant moments of connection and the internal conflict that followed, the fear of disobeying, the desperation of attempted escapes.. the darkness.

"You alright, Star darling? Looking a little peaky, even more peaky than your usual snow white self." They flexed their eyebrows at him with a smirk.

He swallowed, "Oh, yes. I'm fine." His answer was automatic.

Tav's brow twitched, "What is it?" Their tone was soft, light but with a pull of seriousness. Astarion swallowed again, gazing at them, reclined and comfortably naked, in the amber glow of the candlelight.

He couldn't talk about this. Not now. Not yet. He wasn't ready. Not here.. when the world seemed so far away. He had to keep it out. Keep Him out. He wanted to stay in this bubble with them. Inside his tent, in their small patch of nowhere. Not yet. Don't take them away yet.

"Hey, hey.. talk to me. You're worrying me now." They leaned up to grip him arms but stopped short - a gesture toward his dislike of being touched when these memories overcame him.

Gods. Why were they so nice to him?

"Absolutely nothing. But are you alright, my dear?" He asked, trying to deflect, "Are we tired? Does the poor, frail human need their rest?" He taunted with a babied voice, lightly pinching at their soft thighs.

"I will end you if you don't stop jiggling my thighs." They threatened emptily, with a grin and a raised brow.

"Beautiful thighs," he objected, shuffling closer to them and pulling them back into him, "I often get lost in thoughts of losing myself between those thighs." He flashed them a dangerous look, shielding them from the horrors beneath.

He just wanted to return to their previous engaged activity; he wouldn't let his past win.

He wanted to bury himself deep within them and paint their walls. Claim them. He wanted to stay inside them as they lay in the afterglow, warming his cock and keeping his seed pressed within.

But at the same time, he wanted none of that.. because it was all tainted. Even though it was with Tav. It still.. hurt.

He palmed the curve of their hips beneath the splay of his hands, up to their waist and down the cup of their behind. He took the meat of their thigh and brought it to his mouth. He sucked and kissed at their smooth skin.

"And I have also fantasied about you between my legs." They admitted, as nonchalantly as if they were discussing the weather, "whether it's your cock, or your mouth. It doesn't matter which. Although, when it's your mouth, it shuts you up for a while, so that's a massive boon." They smirked, as Astarion caught up with the joke quickly and squeezed at their soft flesh to tickle them.

They writhed and laughed together, as Tav protested between cackles, while he dared them to repeat.

Breathless from enjoyment and glee, they laid back, settled into each others arms. The last titters rumbling, as they coiled limbs around each other.

Several moments of silence passed easily around them. Tav's breathing soothing him once more, bringing him back to the calm, chasing away all thoughts of his tormented past.

"I do adore laying with you like this, when it's just us and.. it's just us." A quiver strained his voice, a strange gripping sensation held his chest and threatened to surge outward but he caught the feeling and held it tightly before it overcame him.

Gods, not this level of Hell again.

"Mm, me too." They whispered, gently stroking his forearm.

A few more wordless moments passed before them, "Star, is it alright if we don't have sex tonight?"

Astarion's head jerked, an oxymoronic wave of relief, surprise and disappointment tumbling over him, "Of course, if that's what you want?" He propped himself up on his elbow.

They nodded, scrunching up their nose, "It is, yeah. I'm quite sore and bruised. Apparently Silvanus' blessing doesn't extend to aching bones and tender vaginas," They shot out a giggle together, "I'm not used to having sex every night. It's a lot for me," They made an uneasy face, "It's why I wasn't letting you in any further than the tip, if I'm being completely honest. Are you disappointed?"

"Well, naturally I am a little.. but.. well.." He looked into their warm eyes, and it's glow radiated into him, "If we're being honest with each other; I'm a little relieved. I wouldn't mind a break."

"Oh, thank god." They breathed with a sigh of relief, smiling widely.

"You don't have to sound so elated." He teased, with faux indignation.

"No, no. It's not that. It's just.. I didn't want to come up short in the bedroom for you. I mean, you're used to a lot of sex and-"

"Darling," He stopped them with a hand, "Consent flows both ways, you know? If you're not feeling it, tell me for God's sake!"

Tav's unease dissolved in front of this eyes, "Thank you, love."

Tender fingers reached for his chin and he willingly followed them down for another sweet kiss.

"Also, you're not going to believe this but I was maybe doing the same with you. I didn't want to let down the fantasy of being with a Rakeish Vampire."

"So, we've both been competing with our own ego's and projected expectations, even though the other was feeling similarly?" Said Tav plainly, pointing out the irony.

Astarion nodded and Tav laughed without humour.

"Well, I suppose that's why they say communicating is key to a good relationship." They shrugged, giggling gently.

A relationship.

Is that what this was?

He'd not been in a "relationship" since well before his turning.

Was that what the warmth inside him had been trying to tell him? Had his cold, dead heart been beating during this time they'd spent together and he hadn't thought to notice it?

Had he developed.. feelings right under his own nose?

Gods below.

"What? You've gone all quiet and pensive again." They rubbed his shoulder to pull him from his stupor.

"I have?" He blinked.

"Yes, you do it a lot," They twirled a curl between their fingers and shaped it around his ear.

Suddenly his vision started to blur, and instead his mind was filled with their first time at the Tiefling party. They'd done exactly the same. He was still inside them, and therefore still dissociated from the event. They'd pulled him back by fixing a stray curl. He'd smiled in genuine affection at the motion.

And in the Crèche. They'd just finished the gruelling fight against the Inquisitor, the others had been looking for an escape away from the main entrance, where the Githyanki hoard waited. Tav had walked over to him to check on his wellbeing, and absent-mindedly stroked a blood-soaked curl out of his face.

And the Underdark. In the Sussur Grove. They'd told him how beautiful he looked bathed in the light of the magnificent arcane tree. That was the first time he'd kissed them. Truly kissed them. Without a plan, or manipulative word. He'd just wanted to kiss them. They'd threaded his hair around their fingers at the nape of his neck into a tight curl that he'd tried to keep pristine.

The gesture was so gentle, so miniscule, so innocuous, yet so monumentous to him; a simple thing that brought up not nightmares from his past, but treasured memories from their time together. Moments not drenched in hate and fear, but in adoration and affection.

"What is it you're thinking about with that particular facial expression, I wonder." They traced a faint scar on his shoulder, smiling up at him.

Gods, he wanted to say it. Could he say it? Was he even capable of it..

Eventually, he said, "I am used to a lot of sex but it's sex that I didn't want."

Tav paused, their eyes searched his face, and raised a hand to cup his cheek. He leaned into it like a cat rubbing against it's favourite human.

"I didn't have anything, not even my own body. I did as I was told for so long, I'd quite forgotten what it was like to want."

Astarion scrunched up his face, emotion from uncharted territory replacing the repugnant bile that once fought it's way out. He placed his hand on top of theirs and brought their palm to his mouth, pressing a firm, almost desperate kiss.

"This," he started, staring down at the person he'd willingly die for, "this is what I want."

Tav's eyes began to fill, as they pursed their lips over their smile to conceal it and failed miserably. They brought their other hand to his cheek and brushed away a tear he hadn't realised had fallen, thumbing another away with the other.

"I know. Me too."

They gently pulled him down to lay with them, wrapping arms and legs together, melted into each other.

They fit perfectly together; a practised position of theirs.

His favourite position of theirs.

Tav gently kissed his forehead and held him closer, twirling their favourite curl behind his ear. They soaked into each other, perfectly in-sync. Bodies and minds intertwined and existing in pure harmony and peace.

His haven. His safe place.

Shit.

•°•°•

Room for more? There's always time for more smut and sweetness 😜

[theemissuniverse]

FLIRTY INTROS MK MALE CHARACTERS X GODDESS!READER

SUMMARY : Flirty intros with reader that’s Goddess reader. Reader is goddess of sexual love and beauty. Raiden and Fujin are her younger brothers. This is based off MK 11. If this gets enough likes I’ll do women

ABOUT CHARACTER : (Y/N) is able to put people under love spells. It is also hinted that when she has sex with warriors, she gains their power. (Y/N)’s beauty makes her very conceited and flirtatious than from the other Gods. (Y/N) is good neutral. This means she is mainly good but works with villains. She also has glowing tattoos along her body that symbol love and sexual freedom.

CHARACTERS: Liu Kang, Kano, Kung Lao, Kabal, Johnny Cage, Erron Black, Shao Kahn, Noob Saibot, Scorpion, Sub-Zero, Jax, Geras, Nightwolf, Kotal Kahn, Shang Tsung, Kollector, Baraka, Raiden & Fujin (obviously brother and sister banter for them)

LIU KANG VS (Y/N)

(Y/N) : I can feel the sexual tension between us, monk

Liu Kang : I find you very beautiful Lady (Y/N)

(Y/N) : You’ll find out the rest of me is soon enough

(Y/N) : Ever lay down with a goddess?

Liu Kang : It was never really on the bucket list

(Y/N) : Well add it and then check it off

(Y/N) : Kitana is such a bore

Liu Kang : Then who’s more interesting?

(Y/N) : Look right in front of you

(Y/N) : My brother was right in choosing you

Liu Kang : I’ll honor him for his decision

(Y/N) : Honor me instead

(Y/N) : Hello, gorgeous

Liu Kang : Are you flirting with me, Lady (Y/N)?

(Y/N) : Just wanted to compliment you before I destroy that beautiful face

KUNG LAO VS (Y/N)

Kung Lao : If I win, you have to let me take you on a date

(Y/N) : If I win, you have to go down on me

Kung Lao : So I win either way?

Kung Lao : Double date with Liu Kang and Kitana?

(Y/N) : You could not handle a woman like me

Kung Lao : Oh I think I can

(Y/N) : You’re quite handsome

Kung Lao : And you’re quite beautiful

(Y/N) : Such a shame I’ll have to ruin that pretty face

(Y/N) : You’ll be one of the first I breed with

Kung Lao : *chuckles* Of course

(Y/N) : Confidence is a trait all my children will share

(Y/N) : Are you jealous of the chemistry I share with Liu Kang?

Kung Lao : Hardly. You know you are mine

(Y/N) : Oh am I?

KANO VS (Y/N)

Kano : Aren’t you lovely to look at

(Y/N) : You can look but you can’t touch

Kano : I like me a challenge

Kano : You know, you don’t act high and mighty like the other Gods

(Y/N) : Is that a turn on for you, Kano?

Kano : Very much

(Y/N) : You’re loyal only to yourself

Kano : I got some loyalty to fit you in, love

(Y/N) : I will make you the most loyal of them all

Kano : So are you the dominant or submissive one?

(Y/N) : I’m the one that puts you in the ground

Kano : I’m feeling you’re more like a switch

Kano : Hello, baby. You miss me?

(Y/N) : Maybe. Did you miss me?

Kano : A lot, lovely

KABAL VS (Y/N)

Kabal : You got me under some spell, babe?

(Y/N) : You are not worthy for that kind of witchcraft

Kabal : Well damn

Kabal : Screwing me wont make you faster

(Y/N) : Actually that is precisely how it works

Kabal : Ah, shit

Kabal : You’re cute when you dress in all white

(Y/N) : You’re cute when you keep your mouth shut

Kabal : Ha. Got you to admit I’m cute

(Y/N) : Are you prepared to die Black Dragon?

Kabal : Not gonna lie. That voice is sexy

(Y/N) : It will be the last thing you hear

(Y/N) : Kneel before your goddess

Kabal : Not gonna lie, that’s tempting

(Y/N) : Cute

GERAS VS (Y/N)

Geras : Beauty will not save you

(Y/N) : So you admit you find me beautiful?

Geras : *sighs*

Geras : I have never seen a God full of themself before

(Y/N) : It is merely fact that I am better than the rest

Geras : It is truly a wonder

Geras : I am immune to all your powers

(Y/N) : As if I need them against you

Geras : Making a grave mistake

(Y/N) : Kronika’s minion

Geras : My purpose is more than you know

(Y/N) : I do not care for your purpose

Geras : In the New Era, you will be more humble

(Y/N) : Is that apart of your imagination?

Geras : Soon will be reality

JOHNNY CAGE VS (Y/N)

(Y/N) : Johnathan Carlton

Johnny : Ooh. Not the government. What’d I do?

(Y/N) : Practicing for when I scream it

(Y/N) : Are you always this insufferable?

Johnny : Come on. You know you like me

(Y/N) : Like is a very strong word

Johnny : Why are goddesses always so hot?

(Y/N) : I am the only goddess you know of

Johnny : Well yeah. Still hot

Johnny : Flowers or chocolates?

(Y/N) : Neither, Earthrealmer

Johnny : How bout me?

(Y/N) : You couldn’t handle a goddess

Johnny : I beat Shinnok. I think I got this

(Y/N) : I still cannot believe that happened

ERRON BLACK VS (Y/N)

(Y/N) : You know that gun won’t kill me

Erron : You don’t like a little foreplay?

(Y/N) : As if you can get there with me

Erron : What I gotta do to prove I like you?

(Y/N) : Kneel before me

Erron : I got no problem getting on my knees for you

Erron : Fighting a pretty lady just ain’t my style

(Y/N) : Then maybe we should find another way to get physical

Erron : You ain’t gotta tell me twice

Erron : Women with tattoos are always hot

(Y/N) : I will make you regret even breathing

Erron : Yeah, still hot

(Y/N) : How much is on my head?

Erron : More than a lifetime

(Y/N) : How disappointing you’ll lose out on the money

FUJIN VS (Y/N)

Fujin : Stay away from Shao Kahn, sister

(Y/N) : He wouldn’t dare to harm me

Fujin : You think that

Fujin : Raiden and I are only trying to look out for you, sister

(Y/N) : I’m the older sister, Fujin

Fujin : You sure don’t act like it

Fujin : Shang Tsung will say anything to have your soul

(Y/N) : I am aware, brother

Fujin : Then why are you bonded to him?

(Y/N) : When will you and Raiden admit that I’m the better one?

Fujin : When hell freezes over

(Y/N) : I guess Sub-Zero will have to take a trip down in the Netherrealm

(Y/N) : You and Raiden don’t know how to have fun

Fujin : You’re just a childish, spoiled, god

(Y/N) : I know you are but what am I?

SHAO KAHN VS (Y/N)

Shao Kahn : Join my concubines

(Y/N) : *laughs* You could not handle all of this, Shao Kahn

Shao Kahn : You will bend to me eventually

(Y/N) : Sindel is a catastrophic bore

Shao Kahn : A bold statement

(Y/N) : An accurate statement

Shao Kahn : You are far too beautiful for me to believe you are Raiden’s sister

(Y/N) : It is something I haven’t found the pleasure in bragging about

Shao Kahn : Let me take you away from that fool

Shao Kahn : A woman like you belongs with a man like me

(Y/N) : How so Shao Kahn?

Shao Kahn : Our power combined will be beyond imaginable

Shao Kahn : Kung Lao is not worthy of your affection

(Y/N) : And you are?

Shao Kahn : I will break his neck again

RAIDEN VS (Y/N)

Raiden : I believe Nightwolf is interested in you

(Y/N) : No overprotective speech brother?

Raiden : Out of all the suitors, he is most worthy

Raiden : Stay away from, Liu Kang

(Y/N) : He is not just your chosen one

Raiden : I do not need him distracted right now

Raiden : Sister

(Y/N) : The non fun brother

Raiden : Here we go again with this

Raiden : The Black Dragon are not to be trusted

(Y/N) : I know this, brother

Raiden : So stop hanging around Kano and Kabal

(Y/N) : You’ve let rage consume you completely

Raiden : I do it to protect Earthrealm

(Y/N) : Some protection you are

NOOB SAIBOT VS (Y/N)

Noob Saibot : Such beauty like yourself is rare

(Y/N) : Are you flirting with me, shadow?

Noob Saibot : I will bring you to death to live in your beauty for eternity

Noob Saibot : I’ve been looking for you

(Y/N) : Looks like I am found

Noob Saibot : Come with me

Noob Saibot : The shadows yearn for your touch

(Y/N) : They cannot have me

Noob Saibot : Yet

Noob Saibot : Death clings to your embrace

(Y/N) : Only for you Bi-Han, I will grant it

Noob Saibot : That is all I want

Noob Saibot : Join me in death

(Y/N) : Not happening

Noob Saibot : I’d hate to do this the hard way

SCORPION VS (Y/N)

(Y/N) : I like men that have fire

Scorpion : I will not entertain your advances

(Y/N) : A fireball fool rejects me?

(Y/N) : I think my sign is a Scorpio

Scorpion : Why does that matter?

(Y/N) : Ugh. You are so difficult to flirt with

(Y/N) : Takahashi Takeda is your best student. I bet he’d be great at other things

Scorpion : You will stay away from him

(Y/N) : Jealous Hanzo?

Scorpion : You are playing with fire

(Y/N) : Aren’t you the expert in that?

Scorpion : Playing with a man’s emotions will cost you

Scorpion : I will not indulge in your pyromaniac fantasies

(Y/N) : It’s almost as if you can read my thoughts

Scorpion : A goddess and a scorpion will not work

SUB-ZERO VS (Y/N)

(Y/N) : It’s getting a little hot in here

Sub-Zero : What does that have to do with me?

(Y/N) : Sorry. That line was for Scorpion

(Y/N) : I bet you’re good with your hands

Sub-Zero : I can show you in Kombat

(Y/N) : Please. Demonstrate

(Y/N) : Frost is a lost cause

Sub-Zero : There might be hope for her

(Y/N) : The hope is shattered

(Y/N) : So cold I feel goosebumps

Sub-Zero : You will feel more than that

(Y/N) : Are you speaking of kombat or something else?

(Y/N) : You are in the presence of greatness

Sub-Zero : That I am

(Y/N) : Now submit

SHANG TSUNG VS (Y/N)

Shang Tsung : (Y/N)

(Y/N) : Stay away from my brothers

Shang Tsung : Yes. We should keep this between us

Shang Tsung : Come closer

(Y/N) : What will you do if I don’t?

Shang Tsung : You cannot resist me for long

Shang Tsung : Liu Kang admires you well

(Y/N) : Of course the chosen one does

Shang Tsung : He cannot admire you for long

(Y/N) : You cannot have my soul, sorcerer

Shang Tsung : I was thinking of something else

(Y/N) : *laughs* You are not worthy of that

(Y/N) : You have affections for Sonya?

Shang Tsung : Am I sparking something in you, goddess?

(Y/N) : Just can’t believe you’d be interested in someone so boring

JAX VS (Y/N)

(Y/N) : Well aren’t you easy on the eyes

Jax : Is a goddess really flirting with me?

(Y/N) : Very much so

(Y/N) : You and I keep crossing paths

Jax : I’m not complaining

(Y/N) : I bet you’re not

Jax : There ain’t nothing more attractive than a goddess

(Y/N) : You flatter me, Jax

Jax : I can do more than that

Jax : So how many rounds can you go?

(Y/N) : With my power? About ten

Jax : You know I’m talking about Kombat right?

(Y/N) : Put those arms to use, Briggs

Jax : And do exactly what, (Y/N)

(Y/N) : You know what

KOLLECTOR VS (Y/N)

(Y/N) : Low life thief

Kollector : I will steal what is left of you when I am finished

(Y/N) : You’ll never have all of me

Kollector : You are the true embodiment of a goddess

(Y/N) : Yes, I know

Kollector : I will break you apart and sell your parts

(Y/N) : To what do I owe the displeasure

Kollector : The Kahn wants you

(Y/N) : If he wants me then he can come get me himself

Kollector : Pretty girl

(Y/N) : Ugh. You

Kollector : You will regret your distaste

Kollector : And what do we have here?

(Y/N) : Someone worth more than your life

Kollector : We’ll see about that

BARAKA VS (Y/N)

(Y/N) : Baraka

Baraka : Shao Kahn’s concubine

(Y/N) : Ha. He wishes

(Y/N) : Creature

Baraka : Submit to the Tarkata

(Y/N) : My standards aren’t low enough for you

(Y/N) : Keep looking, Baraka

Baraka : You are not all that, goddess

(Y/N) : How dare you!

Baraka : Face me in kombat

(Y/N) : You must have a death wish

Baraka : My wish is for you to die

Baraka : You are unworthy for the tarkata

(Y/N) : You dare call a goddess unworthy?

Baraka : Rightfully so

KOTAL KAHN VS (Y/N)

(Y/N) : Kotal Kahn

Kotal Kahn : You will stay away from Jade

(Y/N) : I can make you forget all about her

(Y/N) : You are Kahn no more

Kotal Kahn : Kitana takes my place

(Y/N) : Which means you are unworthy

Kotal Kahn : Shao Kahn only brings out destruction

(Y/N) : You’re no more innocent than he is

Kotal Kahn : The innocents are damned

(Y/N) : Why do all men fancy boring women?

Kotal Kahn : Jade is not boring

(Y/N) : Your heart desires for a common assassin

Kotal Kahn : You are truly breathtaking (Y/N)

(Y/N) : I do not need a fallen Kahn to remind me of that

Kotal Kahn : But your mouth is ugly

NIGHTWOLF VS (Y/N)

(Y/N) : Be on your guard, Nightwolf

Nightwolf : You really are stunning

(Y/N) : Yes. And deadly

(Y/N) : My brother claims that you are interested in me

Nightwolf : I um..that is interesting

(Y/N) : Don’t turn back on me now

Nightwolf : I’ve never met anyone like you

(Y/N) : *chuckles* Are you flirting with me, Nightwolf?

Nightwolf : Would that bother you, my Goddess?

(Y/N) : Are you going to let me win like you let Scorpion win?

Nightwolf : I would never pose kombat on you, Goddess

(Y/N) : Shame. I like being wrestled to the ground

Nightwolf : We shouldn’t fight

(Y/N) : This is merely an exercise

Nightwolf : I will prove I am worthy, Lady (Y/N)

A/N: I hope you guys liked this. It took me a long time to make

[semisolidmind]

In your survivor au, what do you think DogDay's reaction would be anytime he found y/n with CatNap? (That includes mostly when catnap snags y/n for cuddles)

just curious lol I wanna hear your thoughts

rage.

dogday has very little tolerance for catnap's tomfoolery, especially in the first few days of their attempt at coexistence. he keeps a close eye on both catnap and y/n, just to make sure the cat doesn't try anything.

of course, he can't be with y/n all the time. so perhaps there's an instance where he, poppy, and kissy are out on a walk while y/n is in town; he doesn't expect them back for a while.

however, y/n gets home a bit early. catnap, noticing the lack of opposition, sees an opportunity.

he watches. he waits for the right moment. then he pounces.

with a small dosage of red smoke (not enough to fully knock them out, but enough to make them slow and groggy), catnap steals y/n away to the barn, picking them up by the back of their coat. they struggle weakly as he saunters into the barn, heaving himself and his quarry up into the loft in one jump.

he gently deposits y/n into his nest before curling up around them. he settles, ignoring their slurred admonishing in favor of rubbing his face against their hair. he purrs. he's just taking the attention he believes he's owed, after all. they're so doting on the other toys...it's only fair he get some of his savior's attention, too.

as the effects of the red smoke slowly wear off, y/n sighs and seems to accept their fate of being cuddled. they can't exactly move the heavy, powerful limbs holding them close.

so, they talk to catnap. they try to convince him that kidnapping them isn't the way to go about getting attention, but the feline simply gazes at y/n through lazily lidded eyes. when their pleas for freedom go unheard, y/n resigns themself to their fate; instead, they tell him about whatever it is they got done that day. at least the occasional twitch of a large purple ear lets them know that he's listening.

meanwhile, dogday and the girls are returning from their walk, flowers and a few foraged mushrooms in hand. dogday sees y/n's vehicle in front of the garage, and assumes they're in the house. except, when he goes inside, calling for them, there's no answer. poppy yells for them too, checking the rooms upstairs.

"they're not here!" she calls back to dogday.

a chill goes down his spine and his hackles immediately raise.

catnap.

dogday is out the front door in a flash, snagging his axe (it's a normal size, but it looks smaller in his hands) from the side of the house on the way.

he runs towards the barn, knowing that's where that thing took his angel.

dogday kicks the weathered double doors in, head snapping in the direction of the loft. just as he suspected, catnap has y/n trapped between his deadly claws, prone and vulnerable.

"catnap!" he roars in outrage. "i swear if you've hurt them in any way, i'll—!"

y/n calls his name, and he stops. through his rage, he sees them. they're...they're not hurt. though he's glad to see them unharmed, he won't be happy until they're safely away from his enemy. he hears y/n sigh tiredly.

this isn't the first time this has happened, and it won't be the last.

they sluggishly pull themselves from between catnap's paws, and though the cat grumbles his discontent, he's obviously not looking to start a fight with the pissed off dog still brandishing an axe down below. the look y/n gives him cows him even more. he looks away, and allows y/n the space to stand. as much as he wishes he could keep them, their ever-so-loyal hound won't allow it.

he'll have to be sneakier next time.

y/n shakily stands up. they've built up some tolerance to the red smoke, but... it can still knock them off their feet if they're not expecting it. they make their way to the lofts' rickety ladder, only taking a few steps down before dogday is there, gathering them into one arm (the other still holding his axe, eyes never leaving catnap and ready to swing the moment the feline moves).

y/n sighs again. they rest their head on dogday's shoulder, slumping down as he quickly gets them out of the barn. they hear more than see dogday slam the barns' doors shut. they can feel how his breathing slows from its angry seethe, calmer now that they're with him.

y/n can feel how the large canine presses his head to theirs, giving an affectionate nuzzle that earns a little laugh from them. he huffs a bit, still upset that he wasn't able to stop them from being nabbed in the first place.

on their way back into the house, dogday leaves his axe on the porch, closing and locking the front door behind them.

poppy and kissy are in the living room, and they watch dogday carry y/n upstairs. poppy shakes her head and sighs. she's really not sure why y/n won't just let dogday kill catnap, especially since the feline keeps doing stuff like this. she puts that thought to the side as she and kissy decide on a movie.

dogday takes y/n into their shared room. he lays them gently on the bed, helping them remove their shoes and coat. y/n groans and pulls themself under the covers. the smokes' effects will fully wear off in a couple of hours, but for now it feels like serious jetlag. y/n closes their eyes.

as they settle in, they hear dogday sigh. as expected, he begins to settle himself next to them, curling up and holding them close. one large hand rests on their back, gently stroking their shoulder. y/n nuzzles into the soft fur of his chest.

as they fall asleep under the watchful eye of their guard dog, y/n hopes they can maintain some semblance of peace between their family and the stray in the barn.

[exilethegame]

How would the ROs in relationship react if MC accidentally introduces them as their husband/wife/spouse to someone without actually realizing?

Vethna: Just gets the absolute smuggest, most sly grin on their face and stands all proudly like yeah, you know what? I am MC's spouse <3. Probably wraps their arm around MC's and is all doting just because.

They'd bring it up later all coy and be like... "so... remember what you said earlier...?" (Vethna proposing core?)

Nikke: Doesn't realize what MC said until a second later. And then he'd just kinda furrow his brows and go wait a minute... and then wonder if MC actually called him their husband or not. The entire conversation would just be Nikke standing comedically in the background making faces, gaslighting himself into thinking he heard incorrectly. He'd randomly snap back to when someone talks to him directly just to immediately go back to his dramatic ruminating.

Probably overthinks it all day, to be honest. It'd awaken questions in him he never thought about before.

Jost: Would just slowly turn to look at MC, arms crossed, and glare at them like what the fuck did you just say? And if MC is clueless she'd just look all offended like how the hell do you not know? Just generally grumpy, but that's just Jost tbh <3

She'd drop it, though, and no, do not bring it up again.

Amilia: Makes a lil 'o' face and out of her surprise and excitement ends up thwacking MC on the arm without realizing it. Just stares at MC all !!! which would probably make MC realize what they just said...

She'd be very happy about it, though, and it'd likely end up with excited babbling about their relationship while the other person is just forced to stand there, awkwardly.

Sabir: Would have pretty much the same reaction as Vethna, except he'd take it the extra mile of putting his arm around MC and loudly referring to MC as his spouse throughout the conversation just to embarrass them.

"Why, my spouse here was just saying they would love to take a trip to the mountains, isn't that so, my love?"

Just absolutely rubs it into everyone's faces-- probably with a pompous accent just to really bring it home.

Syfyn: Literally dies on the spot. Murdered. Gone. RIP.

On a serious note... it's pretty much just that. She'd go completely still as stone and probably have the same internal monologue as Nikke: what did they just say? Wife? What? Hah-- no way. No... right?

Like, it would reach the point both MC and the other person are like ??? are you okay???

She'd definitely bring it up later and be like "hey, so... uh... what did you mean by that?" (Syfyn's having the "what are we?" conversation in a two year long relationship <3)

Freedom: Just completely goes with it, isn't really fazed much. They'd probably just smile and drape themself over MC as MC says it, looking all content and coy, and never bring attention to it again!

[galene-gothic]

𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿?

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ I hope this reading found you in good health, every reblog is appreciated and thank you for everything :) ˖♡ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 🐇 ꒱

˗ˏˋ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ˎˊ˗             PAID SERVICES

⸼ ۫ ︎︎⊹ ! 🪡︎ Pile 1 ꒱

Let's look at what your best self looks like first, your best self is selectively honest. They don't tell others what they want next. They evaluate themself and are self critical to a certain extent. They are sort of self absorbed. They understand that ignorance is bliss and know how to ignore things or people when need be. They are especially really good at ignoring people that they can't have or people from the past. They are still quite fearless though. They understand that it's better to be attacked than ignored. They meditate often and know how to relax. They need and prioritise peace, and their actions align with that. They never bite more than they can chew, they know how to step away from situations that they cannot handle. They try to stay away from conflict and choose themself first no matter what. They know how to become the bigger person. They take care of themself, self reflect and know how to heal properly. They know how to not make rash decisions. They're wise and detached. They've surrendered, they know that if they cannot control it, there's no use worrying and if they can control it, it's better to do so rather than worry. They've released old beliefs and patterns. They have a faith that things will work out, be it faith in themself, faith in god, faith in life or faith in the universe. They're mindful, intentional and know how to let go. They know how to grow, they're also successful. They believe that the pain of discipline is better than the pain of regret. They're quite passive and know how to let life happen for them, they're still someone who takes necessary action though. So, how do you become them? You need a rest, not gonna lie.

Some of you might be drained out to the point where you cannot focus in school or on work. You need to address your self esteem issues. Supposing, you are really self conscious when it comes to performing, you always feel like your body won't look good if you put too much energy so you end up putting less energy in but when you do so, you feel disappointed at yourself for not doing well. In that case, you should try to improve your dance skills. You're someone who has an understanding that being pretty doesn't do enough for you, it's the same with being rich, and the way you are as a person and the way you present yourself are all very important to you. I think it's important for you to build certain skills to a point where you can be really proud, it'll significantly boost your self esteem which will in turn help you for the better. It requires consistency though, don't be lazy !! You need to release negative thoughts, feelings, habits and patterns. You might have gotten really comfortable with your pain, it's important to heal. Your deepest traumas are either already surfacing/resurfacing or will soon, that's when it'll be the easiest to change. You need to stop stressing like just know that "what happens, happens." You need to face life and have a total break down first. You should withdraw from stuff. You'll go through something very humbling, you'll be left feeling really put down. You'll not even have it in yourself to look strong anymore, you'll be exposing weakness because you'll just not have the strength to conceal it. You'll have to accept defeat first and things will get better soon. You'll have to have a lot of anger, pain, shame, guilt and regrets in order to completely change your life, all the best, it'll probably come in soon.

⸼ ۫ ︎︎⊹ ! 🪡︎ Pile 2 ꒱

Let's look at what your best self looks like, your best self has unlimited potential and sees it. Your best self has freedom in some sense, be it financial or something else. Your best self is someone who had to let go of who they were in order to become who they're meant to be. Your best self has a carefree attitude. I just heard 'be yourself'. When I say this, some of you might think that you're doing it already but if you think about it properly you'll notice that you tend to either act childlike even though you're very mature, dumb even though you're very smart, don't express your values as articulately as you think about them, etc. Some of you could be really good at written expression of your thoughts, ideas and feelings but when it comes to talking, you're not the best. Your best self is not scared of being unique. Your best self takes risks because they understand that most of the times not taking a risk is the biggest risk. Your best self has a thirst for life and is passionate. You might be really passionate as a person (most of you seem to have that side of you diminished though). Your best self has fun regardless of what others say. One quality that you already have is your ability to analyse yourself, you are not the type to avoid accountability and blaming external factors for every little thing. You have some sort of an inner guidance, your mindset gives you the capacity to be completely alone if necessary. I feel like a deep part of you desires or used to desire solitude, peace and spiritual enlightenment. Most of you have started your spiritual journey already, some of you haven't though. It doesn't have to be something too deep like 'light candles every full moon, meditate every morning, light sage and incenses often' but instead that you feel like everything that happened was for a reason or even if it feels like it wasn't.

You learn and make something out of it, you know how to live life and try to grow as a person, and have faith (be it in the universe or in yourself). You might be quite philosophical too. You have a lot of wisdom, people who are slightly older than you and see you for who you are might say things like "you're so mature for your age". Ofcourse, there are some things that you'll have to get rid of in order to become your best self, I feel like most of you have mostly/only had short term unstable relationship/s which have caused you to have a lot of baggage. You could have poor health (I heard a poor immune system, bad sleep schedule and poor gut health). You might also be financially dependent on someone else or just not be financially stable, it's causing you to not be able to gain certain skills or knowledge, etc. Even if you do not notice it, you have a tendency of getting stuck in your head often. You lack spontaneity and need mental stimulation/challenges/someone who seems to be equally as intelligent as you so you could have been stuck in toxic friendships/relationships with people who think that and act like they know everything. You're a very fair person, so being with people who don't share the same values or reasoning as you will be frustrating, I'd advise you to not interact with such people to the point of forming am emotional attachment. You'll have to find a source of motivation or something that just reignites the passion in you. Stop being lazy, simply just planning isn't going to get you anywhere. You need to find a new purpose basically. Focus on a purpose, money, drive and having fun. It's important to learn how to be true to yourself and not get easily influenced. You should go out and have some fun too. All the best, I'm rooting for you but you need to be rooting for yourself ten times harder.

⸼ ۫ ︎︎⊹ ! 🪡︎ Pile 3 ꒱

Your best self holds pure intentions towards others and has a good nature. Your best self is also very attractive and follows their heart. They're driven and have a great imagination. They romanticise life and are in love with love. They listen to their intuition and take action towards their goals with a hope in their heart. They have a creative hobby that they might have suppressed that they choose to enhance. They're charming and friendly with people. One thing that I'm getting is that they're someone who everyone has a crush on to a certain extent. They receive a lot of jealousy and envy from others. They don't let anger get the best of them. They think calmly and orderly. They accept different beliefs and paths. They could be someone who's tired though, like really tired physically (they could do a lot). They're accepting of other people's differences. They find solutions to issues instead of going around blaming others. They prioritise peace and don't lose sight of the path. You need to face yourself instead of quick fixing issues that lead to long term detriment. If you're having fights, etc. the moment you forgive them (whether it is at their face or by yourself, without letting them know, that's up to you) and resolve conflicts (including your inner conflicts), you'll start developing into your best self. You have convinced yourself that you have certain beliefs that don't align with you and you need to get rid of them. You're not seeing the brighter side of life and that's hindering you from becoming your best self too.

I feel like what's led to this mild-extreme pessimism is your over optimism in the past. A happy and exciting event seems to have turned wrong. It's going to take you a lot of work to become your best self. You'll have to take up a lot of responsibilities and be really loaded with things to do if you want to become your best self. You'll have to be serious about life and will be stressed quite often. I just heard 'too busy to even eat'. There are excessive requirements and conditions for you to become the best version of yourself. You'll have to put yourself through intense pressure. You'll have to take up a lot of responsibilities too though, try to improve your own character alongside working on building something for yourself. It'll be really easy to burn out though because of how much you'll be doing. You need to mean how to not commit easily to others. You need to challenge others instead of just letting them into your life. Your best self follows their heart but is not easy to get. You need to become hard to get and easy to lose. You need to learn how to make quick decisions and take quick actions. It's important for you to be on a dedicated mission to succeed. Discipline yourself and build confidence. Build so much confidence that when someone you love does you wrong, you know that you can just let go, and find better people and treatment. Become self assured. It's important for you to just go for the things that you want. If you try, you'll get there little by little, all the best.

[mj-iza-writer]

"This is getting old Whumpee", Whumper slammed their car door shut and crumpled a note that Whumpee had left them.

The note read, "I'm running away again", written in crayon.

Whumper pulled into the park and up to the normal parking spot.

They glared at Whumpee, who sat on the park bench, watching children playing.

Whumper straightened themself up and got out of the car and walked towards the bench.

"There you are... I was so concerned", Whumper tried to play it off because of the people around, "come on, we need to go home for your medicine"

Whumpee knew that was code for they were getting beaten when they returned home.

"Ca-can we watch for a few more minutes.... I'll go willingly if we can watch", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper clenched their jaw but nodded, then sat down next to them on the bench.

"You get five minutes of my time", Whumper whispered in frustration.

Whumpee was tied to Whumper's bed post and awaited their punishment.

Whumper came from behind and wrapped a chain around their hand.

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee whispered hoping they'd go easy.

"If you were sorry you would stop running. It was cute the first time, but I am about over it", Whumper clenched their fist and delivered their first punch.

Whumpee screamed as the first punch slammed into their back.

The attacks kept coming until Whumpee blacked out and fell forward.

Whumper decided they were done once they saw Whumpee was unconscious.

Whumpee weakly limped down the road to the park as they had done several times for the last few weeks.

Every punishment increased in pain, but they craved this bit of freedom. They also knew that although Whumper complained about it, they loved the fact they had a reason to beat Whumpee up. That's why Whumper would never make it hard for Whumpee to get out.

It was raining out.. Whumpee already knew no one would be playing. They knew there was no reason to be at the park, no one to watch. No one to live through... to feel that freedom the children and adults had.

Whumpee always wanted to join the children while they played. They missed that freedom. They had been kidnapped at a young age so they felt they had missed out on this part of childhood.

They were certain the parents wouldn't like seeing their children playing with an adult who was clearly abused. So they just sat on the park bench, off to the side, away from everyone. Some park goers would stare at them still. A few regulars would often give Whumpee a snack or water.

Whumpee figured they looked like a homeless person who had just been jumped.

Sure enough no one was at the park. Whumpee started to walk to the bench, but paused and looked at the slide and swings.

"If I'm going to do this.... now is my chance to do it", Whumpee started to limp to the slide. They realized as they stood at the stairs to climb up, that they're body was definitely not doing it today.

Whumpee sighed in disappointment and limped to the swings.

Whumper got home and found Whumpee's note.

"I am so over this. I'm not getting them this time", Whumper told themself, "they can walk back or stay out there in the rain for all I care."

Whumper went about their business and even went to bed without another thought of Whumpee.

Whumpee shivered on the park bench.

"They never came for me", Whumpee looked around, "it's getting really late... maybe I should walk back.... no, this might be my only chance at being free. I won't go back."

They laid down on the bench and let the rain continue to fall on them.

It wasn't long before someone approached.

"I'm sorry... I'm going", Whumpee got up quickly. They thought it may have been Whumper, but they realized they didn't know this person.

"No, no need to get up. I'm actually here to check on you", they smiled. They pulled out a badge, "I'm officer Anderson. A neighbor nearby watched you walk past earlier and saw you limping. They said they have watched you walk past almost daily, then would watch a neighbor drive past with you in the car. They said they didn't happen to see the car drive past and was concerned about you. Did your guardian not come for you?"

Whumpee sat quietly, 'Whumpee you'll never be free. Take this chance', they told themself.

"They aren't my guardian", Whumpee looked up at the officer slowly, "they're my kidnapper."

The officers demeanor changed, "what?"

"I was kidnapped by them years ago when I was younger. I've run away from the house several times to come here and watch the children play because I didn't get to play growing up. My kidnapper made me clean instead. They would normally come and get me, take me back to their home, and punish me. I want to be free."

The officer stated a line of numbers into their radio.

"Okay", the officer hurried, "will you come with me. I can take you to safety."

Whumpee sniffled, then nodded, "please."

"Okay come on. You get to go to a police station tonight", the officer helped them sit up.

"Please just don't touch my back", Whumpee whispered.

"Absolutely, but can I ask why?", the officer started to walk them to the car.

Whumpee stopped and struggled to pull the back of their shirt up.

"May I help?", the officer started to reach for them.

"Oh my... what happened?", Anderson looked over Whumpee's back.

"My last punishment. They wrapped a chain around their knuckles and punched me until I passed out", Whumpee sniffled again, "it hurts a lot."

"On second thought we might be going to the hospital."

The next morning Whumper woke up and remembered Whumpee was missing, and after a small glance outside they saw that Whumpee hadn't come back yet.

They got ready for the day, and hurried to the park. They needed their slave home to do the chores.

They walked into the park and didn't see Whumpee anywhere.

"That's a problem", Whumper looked around more, "I should have come and got them. They must have gotten brave and ran away for real."

Whumper froze when a few police approached them. They realized they had walked right past police tape

"Geesh I'm sorry... I was looking for someone and.."

"Are you Whumper", an officer interrupted.

"Uh yes", Whumper frowned.

"You're under arrest", the police started to cuff Whumper.

"On what grounds?", Whumper tried to fight out of their grip.

"Kidnapping... assault... hostage... child endangerment. The list goes on", the police held a paper, "one of my officers found Whumpee last night. Whumpee told us everything. They were so scared, but they wanted to be free from you. They were so brave."

"That.... eeee I should have killed them when I had the chance", Whumper struggled with the arrest still.

"I'll read your rights for you", the police pulled out a paper.

Whumpee was propped up in their hospital bed. They kept going over what they had told the police. They hoped they had told them everything, and that they wouldn't have to see Whumper walk into the room.

Someone did in fact walk in at that moment.

Whumpee made a concerned face as they watched the person look over their chart.

"Are you Whumpee?", they looked up.

"Uh yhmm", Whumpee nodded a yes and hummed.

"My, you are one brave soul. I was handed some of your information earlier today. They would like me to take over your care while they investigate things a little more", the person smiled comfortingly, "my name is Caretaker."

"Oh, uhm... what does that mean?", Whumpee wondered, "I'm sorry... I um was taken at a young age... I don't really uhm."

"It's okay, I saw that you were quite young", Caretaker smiled and walked to a seat, "so when the doctors say you can safely leave this hospital you will move into my home so I can help you recover. I'll help set up a tutor, therapist, doctor, dentist, and anything else you may need."

Whumpee made a nervous face.

"Don't worry about the details right now. I am here to help you, that's what my job will be. I will be considered as a patient advocate for you. And I will make sure your best interest always comes first."

Whumpee nodded, "so kind of like a parent then?"

"Yes you could consider me like that", Caretaker nodded.

"I don't think I have any parents anymore", Whumpee looked down.

"Oh really? I know they are investigating more into your history. Could you tell me more about that?", Caretaker leaned up and pulled out a notebook, "I'm going to take down any notes I think may be helpful for officer Anderson and the others."

Whumpee quickly told Caretaker everything they could remember about their family before they were kidnapped.

Once done, Caretaker looked up and smiled.

"That will help them immensely as they investigate. Then they will better be able to help you as well", Caretaker stood, "you will be here for a little while. Is there anything you would like that would make your stay more comfortable? Or even anything you want to do?"

"Uhm... my blankie is still in that house. It's blue with a zebra on it. It's the only thing I have, and it helps me", Whumpee fiddled with their fingers, "I know I'm an adult, but I still..."

"We can absolutely get that for you", Caretaker nodded, "you don't have to feel awkward. Adults need comfort items too. I will bring it to you when I get it", Caretaker started to go for the door, but heard a small bubble pop.

Whumpee had tried to say something else, but nervously stopped when Caretaker started to leave. A bubble of spit popped on their lips.

Caretaker turned and walked back to the bed, "did you need something else?"

"Could I uh... play in a park?", Whumpee blushed, "I've always wanted to play at that park, but I was too nervous."

"Yes we can absolutely go to a park when you get out of the hospital. We have to heal your body a little before we go though... okay?", Caretaker smiled, "you can ask me for anything. I am very happy to take care of you."

Weeks later Whumpee sat in the passenger seat of Caretaker's car. They nervously watched out the window, until a few things seemed familiar.

They fiddled with the zebra on their blanket until Caretaker parked in a driveway.

"Caretaker this isn't your house, but it's familiar for some reason", Whumpee looked at Caretaker.

"Yes well, Whumper's house is about a two blocks that way. The park is about three blocks that way. This is the home of the person who called for the police to check on you that night", Caretaker smiled, "they were hoping to meet you if you're okay with that."

"Wait this house use to give me cookies sometimes", Whumpee looked up at it, "oh and there is officer Anderson."

"Yes they wanted to see you also", Caretaker waved at the officer.

Whumpee had talked with Anderson and the neighbor for a while, but now Caretaker was following them as they took their final walk to that park. Caretaker had a park closer to their home that Whumpee had already played at several times.

"It feels strange coming back here", Whumpee whispered.

Caretaker smiled as they followed Whumpee around.

A few of the park regulars were shocked when they saw Whumpee. Whumpee bravely told them what had happened. Most felt bad that they didn't do anything sooner, but Whumpee only smiled.

"It's okay... you were taking care of your families", Whumpee smiled.

Caretaker and Whumpee sat on the bench where Whumpee use to sit all of the time.

"I can't believe that only a few weeks ago everything was different. Now it's much better", Whumpee smiled at Caretaker.

"I'm glad you are happy", Caretaker smiled back, "I'm so glad I was able to take on your care, and give you all of this."

Whumpee waved at a few people as they were leaving.

"Would you like to play for a bit before we go back to the car?", Caretaker leaned back against the bench, "I'm sure you always wanted to."

Whumpee looked at the play equipment for a few moments before smiling and getting up from the bench.

Caretaker chuckled as Whumpee ran from one thing to the next.

As Caretaker watched Whumpee play, they tried to put themself into the head space Whumpee may have been in while they watched other kids playing. While they were waiting for the impending doom of another punishment.

"Such a brave soul.... I haven't the heart to tell you that your placement with me will be permanent. You've been away from your family for so long they don't want anything to do with you. They mourned you loss and moved on. You coming back wouldn't feel right... as stupid as that sounds. I'll be happy to have you in my family. I'm happy you're still alive", Caretaker kept a smiling face, but inside, they were crying, "I could never imagine finding out the child I mourned the loss of was actually alive. Deciding that it is easier to go on and denying your child was alive. If you want your child to remain dead to you, then you shall remain dead to your child. At least until they wish to know."

Whumpee giggled as they slid down the slide.

"I'll protect you", Caretaker smiled, "you are safe now, I promise."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived

@sacredwrath @porschethemermaid

@monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz

@bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13

@notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots

@whumpbump @everythingsscary

@skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr

@theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee

@candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

@lavndvrr @ivymyers

@starfields08000 @a-living-canvas

@lumpofsand @watermeezer

@indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains

@3-2-whump @risk606

@electrons2006 @paperprinxe

@whumprince @kaz-of-crows

@mis-graves @decaffeinatedtimetraveler94

@sausages-things @clevah-girlboss

@isikedmyself878 @daffyduckcommittedtaxfraud

@valravnthefrenchie

[pastadoughie]

incase 1 of you needs 2 hear this :

a)

ai art is shitty and explotative, and while i dont think that neural networks are bad as a concept, they can be done ethically, but at this point every single large company that has ai shit is doing it in an extremely shitty way. art that is posted on the internet isnt yours to steal and make profit off of. you do not get to take the art of unconsenting random internet users, throw it into a shredder, and sell 7.99 a month subscription packadges for people to be able to eat some of the dust it spits out.

while i previously was more lax on people on reposting my art so long as they credited me, i ask that you not fucking repost my art, under any circumstance if you are on a platform that is scraping art, or on a site that is not properly set up to deal with scraping. the only acception to this is commisions where you have explicitly asked me.

this includes tumblr.

b)

reposting without credit is always bad, even if you dont know who to credit. you should under no circumstance be posting artwork that isnt your own without giving people a way to see the artist, and you need to link it in a way that is ACTUALLY USEFUL, give multiple links to multiple platforms, do not use 3rd party link shorteners, include mirrors and archive captures, provide a plain text spelling of usernames for every platform you link to, ask for explicit permission of the artist, opt out of any ai generation tools. or if you are on a platform that does not allow for this do not post it at all, and you have to have all of this very clearly visable and easily readable

if that is too much effort for you then you shouldnt be posting it. with literally zero exceptions.

c)

biological sex is not real and people can do whatever the fuck they want with their own bodies, even if you deem it as "self harm". under no circumstance should you take away peoples bodily autonomy, someone could literally be sawing their arms off for funsie wunsies and i would still say they need to have freedom and privacy, and it is ultimatly THEIR call what they do with themselves.

gender is similarly also not fucking real, people can dress however they want, fuck whoever they want, and use whatever words to describe themself with that they want. and if you think that boys wearing dresses or some shit is somehow harming you then you are ligitimately fucking pathetic. if i fucking ran a political campain saying everybody wearing a scarf was a pedo and a rapist and we need to ban scarfs forever would you fucking vote for me? are you that scared of people being able to? do what they want? jesus.

d)

genocide is bad. regardless of who does it.

regardless of the scale of cruelty, there is nothing that a group of people from a certain state, ethnicity, religeon, ect, can do that justifies murdering civilians. there is never a justification for genocide.

implying, under any circumstance, that someone is somehow evil for their background, appearance, religous beliefs, country of origin, sexuality, gender, ect. is shitty or worthy of violence because of that is, and i cannot stress this enough, fucking disgusting. nazi shit. even.

e)

i do not support zionism. i do not support antisemitism. i do not support racism.

also the iof is actively commiting a genocide. you should donate to a relief fund for people currently suffering from this, as well as call your house and senate members. as have i.

f)

people often times claim that people they dislike, largely minorities, are pedos or rapists or something of the sort. this is something that has been happening for, and i cannot stress this enough. all of fucking history. people were fucking saying these exact points, verbatim, to argue in favor of SLAVERY okay? if you are spouting the exact same shit as fucking nazis and colonizers and slave traders, then consider, you are a horrible fucking person.

you have to be EXTRODENARILY SKEPTICAL when accusing a minority of a serious crime, and spreading information about it. because if a bigot can just say "oh theyre a pedo" and you believe them at FACE VALUE then guess what? you are just as much of a bigot as they are. minorities are people, and people do terrible things, but just like you should be doing with EVERYBODY, you should be actually looking into things before you accuse someone of being a shit person, and often times, you are not knowlagable enough about someone to make those kinds of claims anyway.

[utilitycaster]

Hey,

I just wanted to say that seeing your thoughts and opinions on Ashton have been really cool. I'm someone who never connected with Ashton and was struggling to grasp their choices and their opinions as I'm someone who just views the world so differently.

But the way you phrase things, especially stating you love them as a character even if you dislike their choices and framing them in the way you have has helped me understand a little more and even if I still can't say I like Ashton, I can respect them more and Taliesin's choices with playing them and that's nice to have especially when they have been quite vocal the last few episodes with their opinions concerning everything.

You doing great things. Keep going

Hi anon,

Thank you so much! I love this ask a lot and I really appreciate you sending it.

One of my favorite aspects of fiction is being exposed to perspectives I don't share and seeing why a character feels that way. Ashton's behavior this last episode absolutely drove me nuts - but I get it! The shard was only a week ago, and that's not a lot of time to get over their desire to feel wronged and robbed, and so when Ludinus drops a golden example of "here's something else you can use to explain why everything is someone else's fault" in their lap, of course they're going to take it! I think Ashton has, throughout the campaign, really been struggling with the fact that he does have a lot more agency and freedom and power than he is willing to believe or admit, and so a narrative of powerlessness in the face of the gods is very seductive even though it's also a nonsensical one (both because the gods haven't remotely struck anyone down in the present day, and because Ashton themself is claiming the power to decide, for the world, what to do next).

He's overlaying his own personal experiences of trauma over the narrative of what was shown in the Occultus Thalamus, and that's extremely normal and (in our world, anyway) human! We all bring our own biases and experiences to the world and to fiction and view things through a particular lens. It would be weird not to. It's just also important to constantly question "am I reacting to what I actually saw and what is actually there; or am I making assumptions that are unfair to make in this particular setting," and Ashton's not in a place to do that. It's rough to watch at times - I know I'm like "HEY YOU'RE IN THE UN GENERAL ASSEMBLY, YOU GOTTA CHILL" but it's such a real response I cannot, ultimately, hate on it.

Anyway it is great that you're trying to approach a character who is being abrasive and difficult and very unlike you with thought and compassion, and I am so glad that some things I've said have helped with that.

[acrystalwitch]

First an introduction to Lucifer: Usually in my deity guides this is where I’d share a bit of mythology on the deity I learned from their texts. Here will be a lot of UPG and SPG instead from him and other followers of his instead, as the texts he is in purely see him as evil and misunderstand him. This might ruffle some feathers so again please know; I understand I’m speaking from my own UPG a lot.

From the best of my understanding, and from what Lucifer has shared with me…

Lucifer was an Angel from the Christian religion. He was his father’s most beautiful Angel.

His father made the angels to serve him and always rule under him, he was the only god in his pantheon and wanted to stay that way.

The angels never even questioned it, things were how they were and that was that. But, Lucifer started to question it, he felt it was unfair and cruel for a god to create so many creations just to serve him and worship him, it was selfish and controlling. So he asked to be treated as an equal, and instead was punished.

In that he gathered all of the angels he’d been able to rally behind his cause. He wanted to free them of the idea that told them they couldn’t ever be more than his servants. Lucifer revealed to them that they were all no different from gods themselves. They rebelled against their controller, and lost.

Lucifer and his angels were kicked out of their pantheon and thrown into Hell, being called ‘demons’ now.

The demons rule different parts of hell and Lucifer is said to be the king of all of it. But I also believe he spends most of his time on Earth.

When Lucifer saw that his father created humans and was doing the same to them in Eden that he’d done to the angels he felt so sorry for them. He snuck his way into the garden and tried to get them to pull the veil from their eyes. He helped them see that they could make decisions for themself, and that’s the energy he continues to try and bring to us all wherever he can.

He is a deity of love for humanity, love for freedom and independence. A god of rebellion and justice for those who have been walked all over. He is angry and sad and kind and fair. He is pride and self love. Confidence and knowing yourself inside and out.

My personal experience with Lucifer:

He is the 3rd deity I brought into my personal pantheon I worship and he is very key to my pagan practice.

He came into my life to help with a lot of my religious trauma and things revolving around the church and my childhood and my parents.

He also helps with a lot of my gender and trans issues, as I and many others that work with him see him as a more non-binary being (I use he/him pronouns mainly but I have always felt Lucifer isn’t binary)

He appears in meditations to me as a blonde man, looking kind of sad at times, but other days very excitable and probably the one that makes me laugh the most (next to Thor)

WHY ALL THE LEMONS

You might’ve noticed almost everything I do surrounding lucifer I talk about lemons or have images of lemons.

Plain and simple answer is, lucifer really likes lemons 😂

It just kind of became our thing because I’ve always really liked sour fruits. They seem misunderstood like him, but also bright and sunny , with that sour kick.

On that note…

Other offerings for Lucifer

(Of all of my deities Lucifer cares the least about physical offerings and the most about spending quality time together)

- yellow, orange, red, black candles

- sunstone

- citrine

- carnelian

- flower agate

- gold jewelry

- wine

- Sun water

-chocolate

- citrus/lemon incense

-coffee

-tree fruits

Non physical offerings

- acts of rebellion

- artwork

- poetry

- shadow work

- hanging out with him while you do mundane activities

- learn about yourself, get to know yourself

If you have a lot of trauma in your past about the Christian religion and have felt like he might be reaching out to you, it could be worth pulling out your preferred divination method and having a check.

He has worked wonders for me already and I’ve found a lifelong friend in him as well. Of all my deities I’d say he’s the most understanding of humanity and what we go through and it just feels like talking to a wise friend sometimes.

[wayfayrr]

So here is the Menace with the word Freedom.

So gather 'round, sit back, relax and please stay in your seat. Kick your feet up and grab some popcorn. Oh, and of course, lest we not forget, enjoy the show.

Now here we go with a drunkard! A musician and poet and a true alcoholic but friendly companion who knows probably more songs than it exists in our world. The epitome of Freedom, Venti!Reader!

They use the name "Venti" because their Name "Reader" is known by their people. Like "Morax", the real name of Rex Lapis, Reader is the real name of Barbatos.

All of their people know it, but don't use it as it's impolite in their eyes to use the real name if their deity.

They are the Deity of Freedom and Anemo (Wind). And that's how they rule over their land, they do not.

They let their people have their freedom.

They don't care if it makes them the weakest Archon of the Seven.

Freedom is their priority.

They have two braids with teal tips and teal eyes as they ascended to godhood.

They can play lyre and flute and probably some other instruments.

Since they are originally a Wind Spirit, they can't die of corrosion.

They can see the past, present and future of people.

That's because they were created by a branch of the Tree of Time and the goddess of Time, Irminsul.

They love alcohol! Their favourite is dandelion wine.

They also love apples, have good memories with it.

They may look young, from 15 to 16, but in fact they are about 2600 years old.

They are very friendly but distant to the people.

They know mortals will pass away while they stay remained.

Their only "real friends" are other Archons and immortals like Xiao, the Yaksha of Liyue, and the Traveller from the stars (Lumine/Aether). Technically they don't need to do anything to change the wind or to make it stronger or weaker.

They love to sing ballads and write them themself.

They saw the future of Chain members twice.

The first one was wholesome in their eyes and very romantic.

Yes, they are a romantic at heart.

They slay the shadow successfully and go back to their time. Sky and his Zelda marry, Time and Malon get twins one boy and one girl, Four takes over his grandfather's forge and met the love of his life while making a shield for them, Twilight moves on from Midna and falls in love with a Cowgirl which came into Ordon because she wanted to buy a goat for her ranch, Wind gets together with Tetra and has a Sea wedding, Legend finally had the courage to let Marin go only to find practically her reincarnation moving in next door, Hyrule's Hyrule calmed down and is much more friendly to each other and of course found a person than completes him, Warriors got a promotion and got a well deserved a break where he met someone.

And now to Wild, they saw his second adventure and how he turned into a lone wolf, so they promised themself to be there as a Wind Spirit and be his guide, it comes really handy when you can see the future. They want everyone to have a good future after everything they did and went through.

So they will be his guide and friend over his second journey.

As you see they are a very caring person, they are kinda the same to their people in Mondstadt, they are always with them, just their people don't recognise them, but as soon as Mondstadt is in danger where the people really need help, they swoop in and save their people and land.

But the second vision shook them to their very core. They will always remember it as that also was the moment that the Chain really met them.

They saw the group standing in the middle or on corpses and they weren't killed, they were slaughtered in the most brutal and gruesome way possible. They didn't know what caused the change, but learned it fast as the group sucked them into their mess.

They still try to help Wild but they need to get his trust first as a Wind Spirit, so the make the same as Twilight, Twilight's vanishing and Wolfie's appear act.

They are so friendly to everyone but can roast you with rhymes.

They are also a big tease, but they never use things that traumatized or hurt the person like losing a loved one.

Hyrule feels that they are no mortal but they won't admit it or anything.

Everyone around them knows that they are a lot older than they look and know more than any of them, it's just their eyes and the air around them.

Their Song is "Soldier, Poet, King" from Erika Harlacher, the English VA of Venti.

How they met the tone-deaf bard!

Reader's PoV:

I stood in the middle of the main square of Castle Town. It was simple to learn their language by seeing the past of the people. That was very helpful. This time I sang about the Hero of Four as the people seemed to love stories about their heroes of the past and I got a good amount of information about them to make ballads. So I picked the strings of my lyre and began to sing.

„Many moons ago there was a hero.

So young yet so mature.

Lifted the sword which split him into four

And gave the kingdom sincere hope to the core.

He had to learn to be a team

With himself and this not a fluke.

I know, this seems like a dream

But they could give you quite the spook.

As the four looked all the same

With different personalities.

Their colours beg to differ

Who the one was who spoke your name.

They fought bravely against a Demon of Wind.

But still they were so kind!

As they slayed the evil

Just to save their people.

They got back to do what they love

As a blacksmith his abilities were just above

As he flies free like a dove.

And this was the story from

The Hero of Four.“

I played the last notes and let them fly through the air. The people applauded for me as I bowed down. I got some Rupees, the Mora version of this lands, which I stored inside my pockets before I began to walk away while plucking the strings of my lyre. While I walked away I saw the group from where I got my information of the heroes, the heroes themself. They were looking at me and I at them as I felt their stare on me. Then I saw a vision of the group standing on or beside but surrounded by corpses and these people were slaughtered! But I didn't see if it the group did it or not, what happened to their happy futures from two weeks ago? The group came to me and I wanted to walk further as the wind picked up on pace. A perfect day for windgliding! Then a hand was on my shoulder and I turned around. As I saw the group before me, I have to say they are fast. I took a step back and took my beret off to greet them.

„Greetings, gentlemen. How can this humble bard be at your service?“ I smiled at them and looked at them as I put my hat back on.

„How do you know so much of the Hero of Four?“ asked the smallest, which was said hero.

„Ehe~ as a bard I have my ways to find information! The same way I know, you are the Hero of Four. Pleasure to meet you! I'm Venti the bard!“ I said with a smile and the others looked at me suspiciously.

„How do you know that he is the Hero of Four?“ asked the tallest, the Hero of Time.

„That's simple. Listen here!

As a bard your travels go far~!

Learn about many legends, stories oh la la.

You have to twist the texts into rhymes to match the star!

And my star of this show was the Hero of Four!

But for my information I had no guarantor.

Have to figure out the truth

And believe me that doesn't go smooth!

But books and stories of elders are helping more

Than the wind when you want to soar!“ I told them in a cryptic way as I rhymed and began to turn again.

„So now excuse me, I need to get something for my next show!“ with that I skipped away. I disappeared into the forest nearby and looked around. As I saw nobody I made a wind current to fly with my wind glider and with the help of the thousand winds I can be in the sky for hours! Maybe I find an apple tree from here. Sadly they don't have dandelion wine. I hope, I get back home to Mondstadt fast! I wonder, what the Traveller is doing.

And this is how they met. Reader is always a distant person even if they don't look like it. So the Chain has to trail them for awhile before getting them into the group. But how the are the boys reacting to them. Well, Twilight finds it kinda funny how the animals are attached to them, even Epona! Epona even gets jealous if other animals get more attention than her. So he is with them when the play for Epona to "take care of her" but he finds their skill to call any animal quite handy. Maybe that way the goats finally stay behind their fence back in Ordon. Wind asks about everything of their world especially after explaining that their name "Venti" means Wind. They sing him ballads of Barbatos and their achievements. Legend is sure they are the Wind Spirit and stole their fake Vision just to learn that this thing is there so they can "control" Anemo, nobody except for Reader knows it's just a fancy piece of glass, and doesn't help them to turn into a Wind Spirit. Then there was an approach with the Twilight crystal. The whole group started to look for it until they heard Reader scream. Legend, Twilight and Sky were there first, they don't want the other know what Reader ended up as. But then they just see Reader standing confused beside the crystal and holding it by the string and as they asked why Reader screamed they just pointed at the crystal before touching it again. Instead being turned into an animal the crystal shines and get purified by Reader! But hey Legend can finally touch it without turning into a bunny and Twilight can still use it just fine. Sky is very attached to them as they played his harp like they never played any other instrument except for it. But he was surprised as he flew around Skyloft as they landed there and Crimson ignored commands like many other Loftwings. At first all thought something happend but Sky fell in love with the view that was offered to him. Reader sat there on the edge of Skyloft while playing the lyre, eyes closed and the Loftwings, and he was sure some monsters as well, sat or stand around them and just listened to their tune. It was so serene and ethereal. How couldn't he fell in love with them!? But Sky and Wind are the most intrigued with one story, it's the story of how the birds learned to fly. Wind even asked bluntly if a deity helped their birds too, but Reader didn't know it. They said.

„Barbatos teached them to fly

there is no doubt.

That what is in my home very known

And the story should bring courage to the kids

So they fly on their own!

But how your birds learned to fly?

I don't know,

Question the one in charge she should be aware by now.

Now if you excuse me, I need to play another tune

For an apple like I normally do at noon!“

They get everyone to sleep peacefully, even someone like Time and Legend, and as they don't need to sleep as a deity they can play the whole night for them. Legend is asking about their Vision, their teal tips and teal eyes as they shine when they use Anemo, happens that to every Vision holder? They say yes to it as they don't have Visions or other "Visions holders". Yes, they are still trying to keep their godhood a secret especially as Legend has enough of deities but he loves them and sticks by their side when it's time to sleep. The air around them is just so comforting and calming. Time sees in their eyes that they went through a lot probably, definitely, more than any of the group together. So he wants them to open up but they are just mysterious about their past and what they went through, but they know how old he exactly is, physically and mentally. But he still thinks they are to young to go drinking in taverns. Sky and Wild are fighting which Hyrule between the two of them suited Reader better. Sky's has Skyloft and a really open field on the surface with almost no buildings but Wild has a wide field and wilderness and will get multiple Sky Islands and you can see the surface from there, meanwhile you can't see the surface from Skyloft or vise versa. Hyrule loves it when the fairies are flying around them and even land on them while they play on their flute or lyre. The Chain use that opportunities to catch fairies but the only problem is that Hyrule doesn't really help them as he always gets distracted by the music. Then there is Warriors, this guy is writing poems we all know it, but Reader is a bard! They do poems for their job, THEY ALSO TEACHED IT IN EXCHANGE FOR ALCOHOL!! But they would do it for an apple too! Apples remind them on Venessa their second mortal friend who helped them freeing Mondstadt. But he is impressed by their calm mind while making strategies for a fight, especially as they can suck the enemies into a vacuum and kill them if they throw a piece of burning wood into it, swirl rules. So he asks them about teaching him poetry and they do it in exchange for alcohol. Then I also have Ravio for you, yes Ravio is a Yandere. It goes very slow with him, Reader saves him multiple times from the Chain's attempt to kill him, because Reader loves to speak to him about how to tease people. Reader normally swoops in, when one of the Chain separated Ravio from the others but Reader can see Ravio's future and saves him again and again, just by walking in as it was about to happen and find an excuse to get the Link follow them, they can't sleep, they want to go on a walk with him, want his opinion on this new tune and ballad. Nobody can see through their lies, well they are 2600 years old, after all.

VENTI!READER VENTI!READER VENTI!READER!!!!!!!

OH I LOVE THEM SO

ALSO THE MUSIC??? OH HELLO'S YES PLEASE - but may I also give them the offer of last words by vocacircus to be an alternate song for them? it is a song written explicitly for venti after all :3

there's so much that could be worked into them with all the theories about venti, like how he's the god of death?? then there's also the fact that they're 1. Not from hyrule, 2. THEY ARE A GOD

It's interesting to think about hylia potentially having an issue with a god coming from another world to interfere with her heroes, especially a god of FREEDOM. the moment reader finds out that they don't have any choice over their own fates? They don't get a say in what they do - even in who they fall for it's all prewritten. like they couldn't not interfere and try to give them some more freedom. so seeing that their future changed after meeting them is a good thing!!!! they're helping these guys out

and then they see what it changed too. And if there isn't regret around that. because now, no sky doesn't settle for sun - he's after their affection till the ends of the earth, even trying to take on a mantle of god hood one that he earned from killing demise. just so that he could be immortal to get them to notice him (after finding out that they're a god) also an awful awful idea that popped into my head courtesy of @peepthatbish is sky hearing about the other people who use anemo in teyvat. and coming to the conclusion that to unlock the ability to use dendro - he's got to have one of his closest friends die. now I gotta stress this wouldn't be an easy decision to make for him, reader would need to be keeping him at arms length for at least a couple of years after him learning about anemo before he does this. His closest friend is zelda. I think that yandere sky could very well come to the twisted conclusion that to get closer to reader (getting a vision) he would need to kill zelda. Hopefully reader can stop him before it happens.

Another painful idea is ravio learning about people who have visions and what happens to people who lose them. Deciding to take a page out of raiden's book, stealing visions only from anemo users to break their connection to reader and then selling the visions so that they have a more difficult time tracking them down and he gets more rupees to spoil you! he forgets to pray that you don't find out what's happening. Wars probably helps him between hyrule and teyvat at this point, he's always happy to help out an old ally.

Warriors probably spoils reader the most, and has the biggest clue as to who they really are, from his experiences with lana and cia. recognising that the way they talk about barbatos is pretty similar to how lana talked about cia, so he doesn't assume that they aren't two halves but!!!! he's on the right path!!! so he's going to be upping how much he worships them in the most subtle ways <3 from searching high and low for an alcohol they like just as much as dandelion wine in hyrule to buying out dilucs winery if they ever reach teyvat (if he can find a way to transfer rupees into mora) just to hear them sing more, and to have them sing his poetry out loud <3

I'm also thinking about the chain traveling around in teyvat well more importantly time meeting zhongli, an old friend of readers who used to fight with them? he'd know the most about keeping them in one place. and if time were to bribe him with some ozmanthus wine he could probably get some of the information without having to sign a contract stating that he'll never use the information against you

I love them trying endlessly to keep this bard by their side to the point of changing their own fate too, this other worldly person who knows far more than they have any right to know. through the small meetings that they do have they know they want to stay by your side no matter what the cost may be. Happily sacrificing their new found freedom in a twisted attempt to please you.

(reader design by @sketchyspook) AND NOW ALL I CAN THINK OF IS THEM AS VENTI IT'D BE SO PRETTY AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

also for specifically venti!reader I'm imagining them more as a fusion between venti and reader ie- an isekai reader who accidentally took ventis body :D he's there as a ghost following them around that only they can see, looking like a mix of the two of them, having his voice and memories in their head, even picking up some of his habits and acting them out as though they're natural to you. WHICH ALSO OPENS UP THE POTENTIAL OF YANDERE VENTI ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE you're the most free person he's ever met and now the fact that you're in his body (granted you've twisted it to look more like yourself wearing his clothes) proves that you're beyond perfect for him he can see you for who you really are and how he deserves you more than any of the chain in his eyes, because why else would the winds have pushed you two in this direction? (annnnnnd now I really want to write that, oops)

Omg I love this concept so so much venti reader my belovedddddddd

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Chapter Twelve

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Twelve: Visiting the Witch

Summary: Jack takes his crew, (Y/N), and Will to see a witch. The witch is expecting them. Well, expecting (Y/N).

            The crew of the Black Pearl eagerly ran about the deck to keep the ship sailing safely away from the Pelagostos. They had never been so happy to work.

            “Let’s put some distance between us and the island and head out to open sea,” said Gibbs, glancing back at the isle.

            “Yes to the first, yes to the second, but only insofar as we keep to the shallows,” said Jack.

            “That seems a bit contradictory, Captain,” said Gibbs.

            “I have faith in your reconciliatory navigational skills,” said Jack brightly. “Now, where is that monkey? I want to shoot something.”

            “Jack,” said (Y/N), surging forward from where Will had been admonishing them for not properly taking care of themself. “Are you alright?”

            “Well, not being eaten is always a good place to be,” said Jack.

            “I’m glad,” said (Y/N), knowing that was a “yes.”

            Jack looked at them for a moment. “I’m glad you’re not eaten, either. Would be so inconvenient.”

            (Y/N) smiled.

            “Jack. Elizabeth is in danger,” said Will, getting straight to the point.

            “Have you considered just locking her up somewhere?” said Jack.

            “Jack, she’s going to hang for helping you,” said Will. He narrowed his eyes. “We told you that on the island.”

            “There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one’s mistakes,” said Jack.

            (Y/N) frowned. “Jack, Will and I will be hunted down and hanged, too.”

            Jack hesitated, but he refused to turn around. He couldn’t worry about others, not when he was in trouble himself.

            And yet…

            I don’t want them to—

            Will grabbed a sword from a crewman and held it to Jack’s throat. Jack stared at it and Will warily.

            “I need that compass of yours, Jack,” said Will. “We must trade it for her freedom.”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. They wanted to save Elizabeth, but they also didn’t want Beckett to get what he wanted. They knew he couldn’t be trusted, either.

            Jack looked at Will in assessment and then turned to the helm. “Gibbs. We have a need to travel upriver.”

            Gibbs glanced at Jack nervously. “By need, do you mean a trifling need? Fleeting? As in, say, a passing fancy?”

            What does “upriver” mean, and why doesn’t Gibbs like it? wondered (Y/N).

            “No, a resolute and unyielding need,” said Jack.

            “What we need to do is make sail for Port Royal with all haste,” said Will.

            Jack sighed. “William, I shall trade you the compass if you will help me to find this.” He withdrew a folded cloth from his jacket. He unfolded it to reveal a drawing of a key.

            “You want us to find this?” said Will.

            “No, you want you to find this because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and/or locating in your discovering a way to save your dolly belle, ol’ what’s-her-face,” said Jack. He grinned. “Savvy?”

            “This is going to save Elizabeth?” said Will, taking the cloth.

            Jack paused. “How much do you know about Davy Jones?”

            “Not much,” said (Y/N), but the name felt heavy in the air, like a wave on the sea. Will nodded in agreement.

            “Yeah, it’s going to save Elizabeth,” said Jack, turning back to the helm.

            Will frowned but wandered away to help with sailing. (Y/N) almost followed, but they paused to speak to Jack.

            “Davy Jones is dangerous, isn’t he,” said (Y/N).

            “What part of the ocean isn’t?” said Jack.

            “Jack,” said (Y/N), voice serious instead of light, and it made Jack pause. “I want to help Elizabeth. But I’ll help you if you’re in trouble. You don’t need to trick me.”

            Jack gazed at them. “You put an awful lot of trust in pirates, laddie.”

            “I’m not trusting you. I’m telling you to trust me,” said (Y/N). They smiled and turned away.

            Gibbs leaned towards Jack. “That one’s a weird one. One minute angry, then ordering us around, and then all philosophi…whatever.”

            Jack stared at (Y/N) as they began to help tie down sails with people. “Strange. Yes.”

            “Like her sometimes,” grumbled Gibbs, shivering.

            Jack grimaced. He knew of one other person so changeable, and she was one of the most terrifying people he knew. Unfortunately, she was the one person he needed to talk to.

l

            (Y/N) sat in a rowboat with Will and Gibbs as they and several other crew members rowed them into a river. They traveled upstream, entering a swamp with trees that obscured all sun and cast the water into shadow.

            (Y/N) could feel strange energy in the air, and a shiver went down their spine. They didn’t mind it, though. They reached out and touched the water. Closing their eyes, they let their hand pass through the water, and the ripples sent a flood of strange energy through them.

            “Why is Jack afraid of the open water?”

            Will’s words cut through (Y/N)’s thoughts, and they removed their hand from the water to focus.

            “Well, if you believe such things, there’s a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones,” said Gibbs. “A fearsome creature with giant tentacles that’ll suction your face clean off and drag an entire ship down to the crushing darkness. The kraken.”

            (Y/N) had heard of the mythical creature from the terrifying tales sailors told at Port Royal. Shivers ran down the other pirates told in the lifeboats, their own fear clear.

            “They say the stench of its breath is…Ugh.” Gibbs shivered. “Imagine, the last thing you know on God’s green earth is the roar of the kraken and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting corpses.” He smiled. “If you believe such things.”

            “And the key would spare him that?” said Will.

            “How does a key protect him from a kraken?” wondered (Y/N).

            Gibbs shrugged. “That’s the very question Jack wants answered. Bad enough even to go visit…her.”

            “Her?” repeated Will, raising a brow.

            Gibbs nodded. “Aye.”

            “Who is she?” asked (Y/N).

            Gibbs shivered. “You’ll meet her soon enough.”

            The sun had gone down as they drifted through the swamp. Soon, the light came from the faint moonlight filtering through the trees and the fireflies dancing through the air. Then, candlelight appeared. A small hut came into view, and the boats drifted up alongside it.

            Jack disembarked first. (Y/N) climbed out next, and Jack “helped” by lifting them up by the vest. Then, he looked back at the rest with a nervous grin.

            “No worries, mates,” said Jack. “Tia Dalma and I go way back. Thick as thieves. Nigh inseparable, we are.” He cleared his throat. “Were. Have been. Before.”

            So her name is Tia Dalma, thought (Y/N). And she and Jack have history.

            “I’ll watch your back,” said Gibbs firmly.

            “It’s me front I’m worried about,” muttered Jack.

            Gibbs looked back at (Y/N). “Mind the boat.”

            They looked at Will. “Mind the boat.” They went in after Jack.

            “Mind the boat,” said Will to Ragetti, who said it to Pintel, who said it Marty, who said it to Cotton. In short, a lot of people headed into Tia Dalma’s home.

            Jack hesitantly opened the door. He warily looked for traps. (Y/N) gazed at all the hanging jars and various snakes and exotic animals. The door creaked, and a woman’s head emerged from a corner. She had wild hair in dreads, soot from smudging sage streaked across her face, hand-sewn clothes draped on her, and handmade necklaces fell around her neck. In short, she was the most beautiful woman (Y/N) had ever seen, wild and free.

            “Jack Sparrow,” said Tia Dalma with a wide smile.

            Jack cleared his throat and tried to smile. “Tia Dalma.” He entered the hut properly, and the other pirates straggled in.

            “I always knew the wind was going to blow you back to me one day,” said Tia Dalma. She smirked as she approached Jack, then she glanced over his shoulder to assess who was with him. She paused, and her smile fell. “You.” She pointed at (Y/N). All heads turned to them. Tia Dalma stepped closer to them and looked them up and down. Her eyes seemed to see more than just their appearance. Her gaze pierced their soul. “You have a touch of…the sea about you.” She smiled. “(Y/N).”

            They frowned. “You know me?”

            Will frowned. Will glanced at Jack, hoping he’d see Jack understanding what was going on since this was one of his acquaintances. However, Jack looked as puzzled as him. He, too, failed to understand why Tia Dalma was suddenly so interested in (Y/N). It meant something significant. Tia Dalma was too…mystical for it not to.

            So what was it about this kid that had elicited such a reaction?”

            “I know your heart,” said Tia Dalma, smiling gently at (Y/N). She raised her hand and pushed their hair out of their face. (Y/N) felt their skin tingle beneath the surface.

            Jack cleared his throat before the strangeness could go any farther. He stepped between (Y/N) and Tia Dalma, unsure of why he suddenly felt so sure he didn’t want Tia Dalma—wild witch that she was—to be so focused on (Y/N).

            “There’ll be no knowing here,” said Jack. “We’ve come here for help, and we’re not leaving without it.”

            Tia Dalma’s eyes didn’t leave (Y/N). “Come.” She walked back to a table, weaving through the jars of—

            I’m not going to look too closely at those, thought (Y/N).

            Tia Dalma guided (Y/N) into a seat. “What service may I do for you?” She looked sharply at Jack. “You know I demand payment.”

            “I brought payment,” said Jack. He whistled, and Marty handed him a cage. He threw off the cloth to reveal Jack the Monkey. Jack withdrew his pistol and fired. Jack the Monkey screeched but didn’t die. “An undead monkey!” announced Jack brightly. “Top that.”

            Tia Dalma took the cage and looked at the monkey. She flicked the door open.

            “Don’t—” Jack huffed at the monkey escaped and scampered away. “You’ve no idea how long it took for us to catch it.”

            “The payment is fair,” said Tia Dalma, tossing the cage aside. She looked at (Y/N). “I do not like containment. Do you?”

            “Uh, no,” said (Y/N), still unsure of why they were getting any sort of attention but trying to go with the flow (maybe witches just liked being mysterious).

            “No, you prefer freedom. That is good,” said Tia Dalma, nodding.

            “We’re looking for this,” said Will, interrupting Tia Dalma and (Y/N). He unrolled the cloth with the key painted on. “And what it goes to.”

            Tia Dalma paused as she looked at the scrap of cloth. Any smile she had fell, and she stared at it. Then, she looked at Jack with something akin to suspicion. “The compass you bartered from me, it cannot lead you to this?”

            Jack froze guiltily. “Maybe. Why?”

            Tia Dalma grinned. “I hear ya. Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants.” She smirked. “Or do you know, but are loathe to claim it as your own?”

            Jack’s gaze flicked from Tia Dalma’s face to the cloth to (Y/N) before landing on a jar. He stubbornly refused to look away.

            “Your key go to a chest,” said Tia Dalma. “And it is what lay inside da chest you seek, don’t it?”

            “What is inside?” said Gibbs.

            “Gold?” said Pintel. “Jewels? Unclaimed properties of a valuable nature?”

            “Nothing bad, I hope,” said Ragetti.

            Tia Dalma leaned forward. “You know of Davy Jones, yes? A man of the sea. A great sailor…until he run afoul of that which vex all men.”

            “What vexes all men?” repeated Will.

            Tia Dalma smirked. “What indeed?”

            “The sea,” said Gibbs.

            “Sums,” said Pintel.

            “The dichotomy of good and evil,” said Ragetti—an unexpected answer.

            “Freedom?” said (Y/N). Tia Dalma’s eyes flicked to them, leaving (Y/N) with more questions and curiosity over what she saw that others did not.

            “Love,” said Jack, rolling his eyes at everyone’s answers.

            Tia Dalma nodded. “He fell in love.” She smirked and leaned back. “With a woman.”

            Gibbs shook his head. “No, no, it was the sea he fell in love with.”

            “Same story, different versions, all are true!” declared Tia Dalma. “See it was a woman as changing and harsh and untamable as the sea. Him never stopped loving her. But the pain it cause him was too much to live with, but not enough to cause him to die.”

            Jack furrowed his brow. “What exactly did he put into the chest?”

            “Him heart,” said Tia Dalma, smiling.

            “Literally or figuratively?” said Ragetti.

            “He couldn’t literally put his heart in a chest,” said Pintel, rolling his eyes. He paused. “Could he?”

            “You used to turn into skeletons at night,” said (Y/N) incredulously, and the pair coughed.

            “It was not worth feeling what small, fleeting joy life brings,” said Tia Dalma, continuing her tale to give them the true answer. “And so…him carve out his heart, lock it away in a chest and hide the chest from the world. The key, he keep it with him at all times.”

            Will faced Jack. “You knew this.”

            “I did not,” said Jack. “I didn’t know where the key was. But now we do. All that’s left is to climb aboard the Flying Dutchman, grab the key, you go back to Port Royal and save your bonnie lass.” He turned to leave.

            “Let me see your hand.” Tia Dalma held out her hand, her voice commanding.

            Jack hesitantly gave her the hand covered in a cloth. Tia Dalma pushed it back to reveal a black spot in his palm.

            “The Black Spot!” gasped Gibbs. He shook his hands, spun around, and spat.

            “The Black Spot!” chorused Pintel and Ragetti, copying the movements.

            “My eyesight’s as good as ever, just so you know,” said Jack.

            “I have just the thing,” murmured Tia Dalma, searching for something amongst her menagerie of items. “My little beauty, where are you? Such a long time in such a mess.” She returned to the table with a jar in hand. “Davy Jones cannot make port. Cannot step on land but once every ten years. Land is where you are safe, Jack Sparrow, so you will carry land with you.” She held out the jay of dirt.

            Jack took it and looked at it dubiously. “Dirt. This is a jar of dirt.”

            “Yes,” said Tia Dalma.

            “Is the jar of dirt going to…help?” asked Jack.

            “If you don’t want it, give it back,” said Tia Dalma.

            Jack clutched the jar tighter. “No.”

            “Then it helps,” said Tia Dalma.

            Will cleared his throat. “It seems we have a need to find the Flying Dutchman.”

            Tia Dalma sat and picked a cup of shells and crab legs. She whispered over it before tossing it down. The shells rolled out, and she nodded approvingly. Whatever map it had provided, she understood it.

            Jack was the only one who dared approached, so he stepped forward, and she whispered his heading to him. He cleared his throat, nodded, and quickly stepped back.

            “Time to go!” said Jack, eager to leave the incredible presence of Tia Dalma.

            Instantly, Marty, Pintell, Ragetti, and Gibbs rushed for the door. Will made sure (Y/N) was with him and headed to the lifeboats. (Y/N) cast a look back at Tia Dalma, who smiled as they left.

            Jack was the final pirate to swagger towards the door, but Tia Dalma stood.

            “Jack.”

            He paused and looked back at her.

            “That child has something wild within them. One day, it will break free.” Tia Dalma gazed at Jack somberly. “Ensure that no one tames that wildness. They have faith in you.”

            “(Y/N) is no problem of mine,” said Jack casually, though the idea of someone having true faith in him made him stand straighter.

            “A child of the sea is a child of all,” said Tia Dalma.

Taglist:

@slytherinroyalty16

@aew-kun-age-regression

@grippleback-galaxy

@andsoigotabutterfly

@insomniacneedssleep

@painstakingly-juno

@kitkatlover015

@chronicallybubbly

@froggyisfriend

@elliottheidiot2007

@paastaboi

@urlocalsabito

@speckle-meow-meow

@dmitrytherat

@vanessa-boo

@ohimjustagirlidrathetnotbe

@snowy-violet

[suninyourmoon]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS (2)

🗣 Not professional astrologer! It’s only based on my own experience, people that i know, and self-observation. So please take with grain of salt! :D

Venus in Libra peeps could be those who keep nagging about how they want a relationship so bad. (i know a few people in my life with this placement and they can't stop complaining about how single they are help)

Leo moon are lying to themselves if they say they don't like attention. (perhaps don't realize it yet?)

A lot of Venus in Virgo people that i know at some point in their life will questioning whether they really want a marriage or not. (yeah me too)

Someone said "i can't see myself getting married. I don't know, it seems unrealistic to me" yeah you are Virgo Venus in 12th house retrograde.

I mean, Venus in Virgo itself already make this person picky when it comes to love, and then the confusion and unrealistic idea they had because of the neptune influence. And in retrograde? jeez. i believe they have been in a relationship but then the relationship they had never meet their expentation because this people have a hopeless romantic idea of what romance is.

Venus in Sagittarius / 9th need a lot of freedom. Have a special place for foreigner in ther heart. Love someone who can keep up with their wild energy. Love people who is aware of society problem. Might also into smart people. Probably like to joke around with people close to their heart as well. (or people in general)

Moon in 7th house / Moon in Libra find comfort from being around people.

or they might feel the need to be in a relationship so that they won't feel lonely. Might dealing with co-dependency. (i know it's not your fault but please seek theraphy)

Friend of mine have 7th stellium (5 planet) and i swear to god, the attachment issues they have with is not a joke. They struggle with being on their own and need someone approval in every aspect of their life. Feel like they are incomplete if they're single. Too selfless, too giving. Later in life, people with this placement might have to realize that they should learn to stand on their on feet.

Neptune in 3rd house might having a hard time to communicate what they want to say. They also might say something they don't mean.

Uranus in 3rd house saying something in such a random way. i can't understand you sometimes,,,,,,

Chiron in 2nd house peeps could deal with feeling unworthy and feel unsave. They could feel guilty if they spend money on themselves. My Friend with this placement struggle with fear of end up lacking money all the time.

TW : ED!

i've met a few people with Chiron in 1st house, all of them stuggle with self-image and body dysmorphia, and also struggling with Eating Disorder. :(

END OF WARNING

Those with Jupiter and Saturn together in 8th House will likely to be extremely wealthy. They are hardworking and blessed with money.

They might also are curious about the deeper things in live, spirituality and the theme around 8th house but at the same times fear of the unknown and uncertainty. They might be those people who want to dive deeper into sex (or just have high energy on that) and desire devoted relatonship but hold themselves back and blocking themself from intimate relationship because a deep fear of commitment. It's very frustasing when jupiter and saturn are in the same house.

this is actually synasty thingy but i felt like i need to mention this, DO NOT MESS AROUND WITH SOMEONE YOU HAVE 8TH HOUSE SYNASTRY WITH WHEN YOU’RE NOT READY AT ALL🩸👄🩸 i have my experience with someone who my planets fall into their 8th house (stellium), and they are OBSESSES. I help bring their true and darker side of them so now they’re attach on me, it’s sorta my fault for trying to fix them tho that’s why i’m telling you stop messing around with this synastry if you’re not ready.

8th house placement… did astrology became your free therapy because they can validate ur emotion and understand you so damn well? Same👍🏻

Mercury-Saturn aspect, i know it’s a good thing to be careful with ur words but please say something if you really want to say it. You literally limiting ur self sometimes and overthinks a lot

There someone i know said that they don't know how to get mad and have Mars-Saturn aspect. These people (Could be Saturn in 8th house as well) might been told during their childhood that it's wrong let their temper loose so then growing up they feel guilty to express their anger and try to burry those temper.

They also could be those who struggle with supressed sexuality.

idk but my mom have Scorpio Mars and used to make a lot of sexual jokes during my childhood. (please don't do that)

Sagittarius Asc peeps i knew in the first impression look so innocently religious and calm, and they always turns out to be not. Like, literally

Thats it✨ thankyou sm and you can give me a feedback 💥 cheers peeps🫶

[serickswrites]

Dangerous Game

Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, escape, rescue, threat of death

Whumper stared down at Whumpee. Whumpee could barely breathe around their hammering heart. Whumper had caught them days ago and had tied them up here at the compound. And then not touched them. Though they knew it had to be coming. And so when the door to their compound banged open and Whumper stalked in, Whumpee knew their borrowed time had run out.

"What....what do you want from me?" Whumpee tried to slow their breath. Tried to do everything they could to calm themselves.

Whumper smiled. "I want something fun."

"Fun?" Whumpee didn't understand.

"Yes. Fun. Are you stupid or something?" Whumper sneered. "My last several prisoners were very boring. But I'm hoping you're different. Caretaker and their team to hold you in such high regard. You have to be different." Whumper fingered the knife at their belt.

Whumpee swallowed. Caretaker. The team. They were hunting Whumper. They had all been hunting Whumper. And somehow Whumpee had been the only one to get caught. The team was looking for them. Caretaker was looking for them. "I'm flattered you would think I would bring you fun, Whumper." Perhaps they could just use their words to distract Whumper.

Whumper rolled their eyes. "Don't try to trick me, it won't work." They raised their hand and Whumpee flinched. Whumper grinned again. "I came to make you a deal, Whumpee."

Whumpee took a deep breath. They had to keep their wits about them. Whumper was smart. Whumper was cunning. And Whumper was deadly. "What kind of deal?"

"The kind that only comes once in a lifetime." Whumper watched Whumpee expectantly.

"That's very kind of you, Whumper. I'm listening."

"You know what I am. You know what I do." Whumpee nodded. "Then you know what will happen if you don't win our game."

"Game?"

"Yes, Whumpee, game. It's simple, really. If you can make it out of the compound, you go free."

"That's very nice of you, Whumper. Thank you." Whumpee tried to not let the hope they felt in their heart show. If Whumper knew how hopeful Whumpee was, they would take the deal away. Perhaps that was the game: to squash Whumpee's hope before torturing them to death.

"Yeah, well that's a big if. No one has escaped yet. Because I always win. If you can make it out of the compound before I catch you, you're free, Whumpee. I won't try to pursue you past the front door. But if I catch you, I win. And I get my prize." Whumper's eyes glinted with wicked joy.

"Prize....what prize?"

"You. You're my prize. If I win, I get to take as much time as I like to slowly, painfully end your life. If I win, Whumpee, you're going to wish you were dead long before death comes to claim you."

Whumpee swallowed. "And if I refuse to play?"

Whumper frowned. "Then I get my prize now. But that's boring. Don't be boring, Whumpee."

"But who's to say that there even is a way out. You could be just toying with me now." The words tumbled out of Whumpee's mouth before Whumpee could stop themself.

Whumper smirked. "And there's the real you. Don't worry. I won't hold it against you. Just know that I don't lie. There is a way out. And if you can find it, I'll let you go. Do we have a deal?"

Bile crept up Whumpee's throat. What choice did they have? Certain death now or the possibility of escape and freedom? How close was Caretaker and the team? Could they endure torture long enough to be rescued? Could they risk that.

Whumpee nodded. "We have a deal, Whumper."

[noxemma]

Dean Winchester is Saved!

Today is 16 years since Cas raised Dean from Hell, since that profound bond was formed, since Cas realized that Dean didn’t think he deserved to be saved.

Lazarus Rising changed my DNA in the best way possible. It was the beginning of a love story that has rotted my brain for years. And this episode specifically prompted me to write my first fic that was more than a thousand words and wasn’t inspired by a prompt.

Almost two years ago I made this note which started me writing and posting nearly 11k solely about an alternate Lazarus Rising where we see the profound bond form and the interaction of Cas and Dean in Hell, where Dean’s been torturing souls.

Anyway if that sounds interesting I put the link and a snippet of the fic below. Happy Lazarus Rising, Destiel Beginning, Dean is Saved Day!

Before Lazarus Rose

Summary: What if Cas and Dean met and formed this amazing bond (profound perhaps) before the iconic meeting in 4x01 but had their memory of it wiped? OR What happened in Hell when Castiel rescued Dean and why doesn't Dean remember it?

Dean

Pain. Never-ending pain is all Dean has known for the last thirty years. Even the few times he’s been allowed to fall asleep, to fall unconscious, he’s had nightmares.   His body and mind are so broken, so fractured, that his dreams are as well. He sees blue light and screams for someone, anyone, to help him. He begs and pleads for someone to save him until his voice gives out.

Doesn’t matter whether you are in Hell or topside, dreams don’t do a damn thing, Dean thinks blearily. He flinches against the chains in his flesh as Alastair draws near. “What shall we try today, hmm?” Alastair pulls out several knives, observing each one before settling on a small paring knife. “I think this will do. You know a smaller blade will take longer, take more effort; it’s … intimate.”

Alastair continues to teach as he slowly carves Dean’s skin from muscle, as he slowly cuts out organs. The commentary, Dean quickly decides, is worse than the physical pain. The pain blurs together, but the tricks of torture bury themself in his mind. He can look at Alastair’s rack of tools and remember what each one is best used for, how much pain each imparts on different areas of the body, and how long each takes to decimate a soul. While his own body is rejuvenated each day, the thirty years of knowledge continues to fester like his soul.

When he’s finally reduced to a mere consciousness tethered to a soul, Alastair whispers into the bits of blood and bone that used to be him. “Well? I’ll put down my blade if you pick one up.” It’s all too much. Too much pain, too much cruel knowledge. He’s not strong enough, he’s never been strong enough.

“Going once …”

How long can he actually hold out for anyway? Isn’t the end inevitable? After thirty years of pleading into the void, he has to accept the truth. No help is coming. “Going twice …” Even if he was rescued, his soul is already black and tarnished. He’s already in Hell with no hope of getting out. He was already broken before he arrived.

“Can’t say I’m not disappointed, Dean. You have such potential. We could have had a good thi-”

“I’ll do it.” Dean knows he should feel something. He should feel remorse or relief, but all he feels is resignation. This was always the end he was bound for. His body returns to him as Alastair grins and, for the first time in 360 months, Dean is able to step off the rack. For the first time in 10,950 days, Dean’s body and soul are his to control. There is still pain, still bits of Hell stuck in his soul, but this small bit of freedom and control is enough to ignore it. Dean grabs the paring knife and begins. Something in him fractures beyond repair at the first drop of blood. He knows that whatever goodness was in him is gone. Each soul after tears away more of him and replaces it with something dark and unfamiliar beneath his skin. He still thinks he deserved those thirty years of pain, but it gets easier as the years go on. Soul-deep exhaustion and numbness replace the pain with each piece of himself that he carves away. Eventually, he stops counting the souls, he stops counting the days too. He starts believing that the souls deserve it, they are in Hell after all. He even begins to enjoy it. After all he’s endured in life and death, it feels good to finally be the one to deal out some pain instead of constantly being on the receiving end.