#ara weaves

[pyschologicalrocketgirl]

Richard Siken Driving, not Washing

[eldritch-araneae]

Feeling angsty bc I want to have intimate relationship with someone, but I don't want sex and romance in it.

And I just know I probably never meet that person bc some many ppl still convinced that sex and romance are the most important things in life, and it's worth to sacrifice all their friends in favor of "one true love". They can't respect my boundaries bc they think I'm broken and they must fix me.

I really dodged the bullet in the past and broke up, otherwise idk what would happen if this guy decided that he will "fix me" himself since I won't go to doctors.

So yeah, idk when this gonna be the time when ppl learn about consent and boundaries and how being different doesn't mean "being broken" need "fixing", I probably won't find anyone. Especially where I live.

[chirrups]

A. Velociraptor (Velociraptor mongoliensis)

This larger ground-based form is built for running, leaping, and bullying one's way around in the early Hermitcraft season game, which makes it the perfect trifecta. With it's much smaller wings, Grian cannot fly but has the highest hand dexterity of all his forms, which really frees up the fingers for more chaos.

B. Scarlet Macaw (Ara macao)

This flighted form is preferred for building throughout the Hermitcraft season. The strong grip-strength and bright eye-catching colors make it easy to weave around high-up builds and oblivious basemates. Tool use is a bit harder with wings but luckily macaws also have great dexterity with their feet as well, making hammering in planks upside down a hundred blocks up a breeze.

the first of my own art challenge for me called Pesky Bird by Pesky Bird that details the many bird-forms of a shapeshifting grian over series, seasons, and aus.

these first two are personal favorites, the fanon scarlet macaw grian and my own velociraptor grian

[simpforfandom231]

Egyptian Vacation PT 1

found this one in my drafts, also it's a multipart. Probably not my best but ah who cares, i just write for fun. Summary: Regina George and her girlfriend Y/N are on vacation in Egypt. Regina is being her icon self but learns to appreciate more not-luxury stuff. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Regina George sauntered through the bustling streets of Cairo, her designer sunglasses perched atop her nose as she scanned the array of vendors lining the vibrant souks. Beside her, Y/N, her girlfriend, walked with purpose, her cargo pants swishing with each step and her sunglasses shielding her eyes from the Egyptian sun.

"Come on, Regina, let's check out the souks!" Y/N exclaimed, tugging at Regina's arm.

Regina rolled her eyes, her perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently on her designer handbag. "Do we have to? It's so... dusty here."

Y/N chuckled, unfazed by Regina's typical attitude. "Trust me, you'll love it. It's where you find the real treasures of Cairo."

As they weaved through the maze of stalls, Y/N's eyes lit up at the sight of a particular jewelry vendor adorned with gleaming golden rings.

"Regina, look at these rings! Aren't they stunning?" Y/N exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Regina glanced at the rings with mild interest, her attention momentarily diverted from her meticulously planned itinerary.

"They're alright, I guess," Regina replied nonchalantly.

Y/N smirked, knowing Regina's penchant for luxury. "Alright? These are authentic Egyptian gold, Regina. Let's take a closer look."

With a sigh, Regina reluctantly followed Y/N to the vendor's stall. The vendor greeted both the girls and Y/n switched casually into fluent Arabic.

"أهلاً وسهلاً! كيف يمكنني مساعدتكم؟" (Welcome! How can I assist you?) The vendor asked.

Regina arched an eyebrow, impressed by Y/N's linguistic skills.

Y/N smiled warmly at the vendor. "نحن نبحث عن حلقات ذهبية لطيفة. هل لديك شيء توصي به؟" (We're looking for some nice golden rings. Do you have anything you'd recommend?)

The vendor's eyes lit up as he showcased an array of intricately designed golden rings, each one shimmering under the desert sun.

Regina examined the rings with newfound interest, her fingers delicately tracing the intricate patterns.

"These are actually quite lovely," Regina admitted, her tone tinged with surprise.

Y/N grinned triumphantly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Told you so, Regina. Now, let's see if we can strike a deal."

With Y/N's expert negotiation skills and Regina's keen eye for quality, the trio engaged in a spirited bargaining session, the air filled with laughter and camaraderie.

After much haggling, Regina finally selected a stunning golden ring, its design reminiscent of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics.

As they bid farewell to the vendor and continued their exploration of Cairo's enchanting souks, Regina couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected charm of the bustling marketplace, realizing that perhaps there was more to Egypt than meets the eye.

As Regina and Y/N meandered through the labyrinthine alleys of Cairo's souks, Y/N's eyes caught sight of a stall adorned with a dazzling array of necklaces, each one intricately crafted with colorful beads and shimmering gemstones.

"Regina, look at these necklaces! Aren't they gorgeous?" Y/N exclaimed, her fingers eagerly tracing the intricate designs.

Regina, still in her typical skeptical demeanor, eyed the necklaces with a raised eyebrow. "I suppose they're fine, if you're into that sort of thing."

Undeterred by Regina's lukewarm response, Y/N's excitement only seemed to grow as she sifted through the eclectic assortment of jewelry.

"Actually, I'm looking for something specific," Y/N mused, her eyes scanning the various necklaces.

Regina arched an eyebrow, intrigued by Y/N's sudden focus. "Oh? And what might that be?"

Y/N's lips curled into a mischievous grin as she explained, "I'm searching for necklaces with our names in Arabic. Wouldn't that be cool?"

Regina's skepticism only deepened at the suggestion. "I highly doubt they have anything like that here."

But Y/N was determined, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she turned to the vendor and addressed him in flawless Arabic.

"أريد أن أرى إذا كان لديك قلادات مخصصة بالأسماء بالعربية. هل يمكنك مساعدتي؟" (I want to see if you have customized necklaces with names in Arabic. Can you help me?)

The vendor's eyes widened in understanding, and with a nod, he disappeared into the depths of his stall, returning moments later with a small selection of personalized necklaces, each one adorned with intricate Arabic script.

Y/N's face lit up with delight as she examined the necklaces, her fingers tracing the elegant curves of the Arabic letters.

"These are perfect!" Y/N exclaimed, her excitement contagious.

Regina couldn't help but soften at the sight of Y/N's radiant smile, her heart warming at the thought of surprising her girlfriend with a meaningful gift.

With a decisive nod, Regina turned to the vendor and pointed to the two most exquisite necklaces, one bearing Y/N's name and the other Regina's, both elegantly crafted in shimmering gold.

"I'll take these," Regina declared, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as Regina handed over the payment, her heart swelling with love for her girlfriend.

"Regina, you didn't have to," Y/N protested, touched by the gesture.

But Regina simply smiled, a rare moment of genuine warmth gracing her features. "Consider it a gift from one queen bee to another."

As they wandered through the bustling streets of Cairo, the sunlight danced upon Y/N's new necklace, casting shimmering reflections against the ancient walls of the city. Y/N wore a wide grin, her eyes sparkling with joy as she admired the intricate design of her souvenir.

"Regina, look at this! Isn't it just divine?" Y/N exclaimed, twirling the pendant between her fingers.

Regina spared the necklace a brief glance, her expression unimpressed. "It's adequate, I suppose," she replied, her tone dripping with Regina George's signature brand of indifference.

Y/N's grin faltered slightly, her enthusiasm momentarily dampened by Regina's lackluster response. "Just adequate? Come on, Regina, it's amazing! Look at the craftsmanship!"

Regina rolled her eyes, unfazed by Y/N's disappointment. "It's just a necklace, Y/N. Let's not get carried away."

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, her hunger beginning to gnaw at her stomach. "Well, fine. If you're not impressed by the necklace, maybe you'll be impressed by some delicious Egyptian street food!"

Regina arched an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. "Street food? Really, Y/N? I highly doubt it's up to my standards."

Y/N's frustration bubbled to the surface, her patience wearing thin. "Oh, come on, Regina! Can't you just let go for once and enjoy the experience? We're in Cairo, for crying out loud!"

Regina folded her arms across her chest, her resolve unyielding. "I didn't come all the way to Egypt to eat greasy street food, Y/N. I have standards, you know."

Y/N's annoyance peaked, her eyes flashing with irritation. "Well, I'm hungry, Regina. And I refuse to let your snobbish attitude ruin my appetite!"

With that, Y/N stormed off in search of food, leaving Regina standing alone on the crowded street. Regina watched her go, a flicker of guilt tugging at her conscience.

Maybe she had been too harsh on Y/N. After all, it was her enthusiasm and spontaneity that had drawn Regina to her in the first place.

Regina sighed softly, her resolve wavering. With a resigned shrug, she followed after Y/N, determined to make amends and salvage what remained of their day in Cairo.

Y/N stormed off in search of food, her frustration still simmering as she approached a bustling food stand nestled amidst the labyrinthine streets of Cairo. Ignoring the curious stares of passersby, she focused on the array of mouthwatering dishes displayed before her.

"مرحبًا! ماذا لديك اليوم؟" (Hello! What do you have today?) Y/N asked the vendor in fluent Arabic, her determination clear in her voice.

The vendor grinned, impressed by Y/N's command of the language. "لدينا كل شيء! فلافل، وكباب، وفول، وأكثر!" (We have everything! Falafel, kebabs, ful, and more!)

Y/N's stomach growled in anticipation as she placed her order, the tantalizing aromas wafting through the air. Meanwhile, Regina hovered in the background, torn between her stubbornness and her desire to make things right with Y/N.

After a moment's hesitation, Regina approached Y/N, her demeanor unusually sheepish. "Y/N, I... I'm sorry," she muttered, her pride barely allowing the words to escape her lips.

Y/N turned to face Regina, her expression guarded. "Regina, I just want to enjoy our vacation and experience everything Cairo has to offer. Can you at least try to put aside your snobbishness for once?"

Regina's facade cracked, a flicker of vulnerability betraying her usual confidence. "I know, Y/N. I'm just... I'm used to a certain lifestyle, but that's no excuse for being dismissive of your wants and needs."

Y/N softened at Regina's admission, her frustration melting away. "I know you're used to luxury, Regina. But I'm not. And that's okay. As long as we're together, I'm happy."

With a small smile, Regina nodded, a weight lifting off her shoulders. "I promise to try to be more open-minded, Y/N. After all, what's the point of traveling if you don't experience new things?"

Y/N grinned, her heart swelling with affection for Regina. "Exactly! Now, let's dig into this delicious street food and make the most of our time in Cairo."

As they finished their meal, Regina turned to Y/N with a smile, ready to make amends and continue their Cairo adventure. "So, babe, what do you want to do next?"

Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement. "Let's go look for more souvenirs in the souks! I want to find something special to remember our trip by."

Regina hesitated, her Regina George instincts kicking in. "More souvenirs? Honestly, Y/N, how many trinkets do you need?"

Y/N's expression fell, hurt evident in her eyes. "You're being snobbish again, Gina. Can't you see how much this means to me?"

Regina's pride softened as she realized her mistake. "I'm sorry, Y/N. You're right. Let's go back to the souks."

Together, they made their way back to the bustling market, the air filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and bargaining with customers. Regina's eyes sparkled as she spotted a display of bracelets adorned with sparkling diamonds.

"Oh, Gina, look at these!" Y/N exclaimed, pointing to the bracelets.

Regina's gaze lingered on the glittering jewels, her heart fluttering with desire. "They're gorgeous, aren't they?"

Y/N's heart sank as she realized she couldn't afford such extravagant gifts for Regina. She felt a flush of embarrassment wash over her, knowing Regina's wealth far surpassed her own.

"Yeah, they're beautiful," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with longing.

Regina sensed Y/N's discomfort and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it, babe. You don't have to buy me anything."

But Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy. "I know, Gina. But I want to. I just... I can't afford it."

Regina's heart swelled with affection for Y/N, her love for her girlfriend eclipsing any desire for material possessions. "That's okay, Y/N. You being here with me is more than enough."

As Regina and Y/N made their way back to their hotel, Y/N couldn't shake the nagging thoughts swirling in her mind. Regina had chosen the hotel, a luxurious establishment befitting her status, and Regina had paid for it without a second thought.

Regina, oblivious to Y/N's inner turmoil, sauntered ahead with her usual confidence, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of the day's adventures. "Wasn't that fun, babe?" she asked, flashing Y/N a bright smile.

Y/N forced a smile in return, though her insecurities gnawed at her. "Yeah, it was great," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

Regina noticed the change in Y/N's demeanor and paused, concern furrowing her brow. "Hey, what's wrong, Y/N? You seem... distant."

Y/N hesitated, unsure how to voice her feelings without coming across as petty or jealous. "It's just... I hate that I can't spoil you the way you spoil me, Regina."

Regina's expression softened, her heart aching at Y/N's words. "Oh, Y/N, don't be silly. I love spoiling my girl. It brings me joy to see you happy."

But Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that plagued her. "I know, Regina. But sometimes I can't help but feel... inadequate. Like I'm not good enough for you."

Regina's heart broke at the vulnerability in Y/N's voice. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "Y/N, you are more than enough for me. Your love, your laughter, your companionship – they mean more to me than any material possessions."

Y/N leaned into Regina's embrace, her heart swelling with love and gratitude for the girl who had stolen her heart. "I know, Gina. I just need to remind myself sometimes."

Regina pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead, her love for her girlfriend shining through. "I'll remind you every day if I have to, babe. You're my everything, Y/N."

In the luxurious suite of their hotel, Y/N bounced with excitement as she rummaged through her suitcase, searching for her favorite bikini.

"Regina, I want to go for a swim! The pool on the rooftop looks amazing," Y/N exclaimed, holding up her bikini triumphantly.

Regina lounged on the plush sofa, sipping on a cocktail with an air of elegance. "Why swim when you can lay here with me and enjoy some drinks?" she suggested, a playful glint in her eye.

Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing Regina's preference for lounging over physical activity. "Come on, Regina. It'll be fun! And you can still sunbathe while I swim."

Regina's gaze flickered to Y/N's bikini-clad figure, her breath catching in her throat. "Uh, y-yeah, sure. That sounds... fine," she stuttered, her eyes unable to tear away from Y/N's enticing curves.

As Y/N slipped into her bikini, Regina couldn't help but admire the way the fabric hugged her girlfriend's figure. With a flush creeping into her cheeks, Regina quickly retrieved her own designer bikini, determined not to be outdone.

Soon, they made their way to the hotel pool on the roof, the sun beating down on them as they found a pair of lounge chairs. Regina reclined in hers, a magazine in hand, while Y/N wasted no time diving into the crystal-clear water.

Regina watched Y/N's graceful strokes through her sunglasses, unable to tear her gaze away. She sighed softly, her thoughts consumed by the sight of her girlfriend's beauty.

Meanwhile, Y/N pretended not to notice Regina's lingering gaze, enjoying the opportunity to tease her girlfriend. With exaggerated splashes and playful flips, she put on a show, reveling in the attention she knew she was receiving.

Regina bit her lip, her resolve wavering as Y/N's playful antics tested her self-control. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure as she pretended to flip through her magazine.

But as Y/N emerged from the water, her hair glistening in the sunlight, Regina's facade crumbled. With a longing look in her eyes, she reached out to Y/N, her heart pounding with desire.

"Y/N, come here," Regina murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Y/N emerged from the pool, droplets of water cascading down her glistening skin, she couldn't resist teasing Regina a little more. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she approached Regina's lounge chair.

"Careful, Gina. I wouldn't want to ruin your designer clothes with my wet bikini," Y/N teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

Regina's breath hitched at the sight of Y/N's playful demeanor, her heart pounding in her chest. She struggled to maintain her composure as desire simmered beneath the surface.

Y/N's teasing only fueled Regina's desire, and she found herself growing more worked up by the second. With a daring grin, Y/N reached behind her back and began to unhook her bikini top, all while maintaining eye contact with Regina.

Regina's eyes widened in shock as Y/N's bikini top fell away, leaving her bare chest exposed to the warm Egyptian sun. Regina's gaze lingered on Y/N's tantalizing curves, her breath catching in her throat.

Y/N couldn't help but smirk at Regina's stunned expression, reveling in the power she held over her girlfriend. "Oops, looks like I lost my top," she teased, her voice dripping with mischief.

Regina's mind raced with desire as she watched Y/N's bare chest, her thoughts consumed by the intoxicating sight before her. Unable to resist any longer, Regina reached out and pulled Y/N onto her lap, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace.

"Y/N," Regina murmured, her voice husky with desire. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

Y/N grinned, feeling a surge of triumph at Regina's admission. "I know, Gina. But it's all part of the fun, isn't it?"

Regina's lips trailed along Y/N's bare chest, sending shivers down her spine as they lingered on her skin. Y/N relished in the sensation, knowing exactly how worked up Regina was becoming.

Regina's dominance asserted itself as she pressed Y/N closer, her hands roaming freely over her girlfriend's body. Y/N smirked, knowing she had Regina right where she wanted her.

With a playful glint in her eye, Y/N began to grind against Regina, feeling the heat between them ignite. Regina, caught up in the moment, responded eagerly, her kisses growing more urgent with each passing moment.

Between heated kisses, Regina murmured, "Y/N, we're still at the pool," a reminder of their public surroundings.

But Y/N couldn't resist teasing Regina a little longer. With a sly grin, she pulled away and slipped into the water, the cool embrace a welcome contrast to their heated exchange.

Regina, not one to be outdone, followed suit, diving into the pool with a graceful splash. Y/N watched with amusement as Regina emerged from the water, her hair slicked back and her bikini clinging to her curves.

"Enjoying the view, Gina?" Y/N teased, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

Regina rolled her eyes, but the playful banter only fueled her desire for Y/N. With a determined gleam in her eye, she reached out and grabbed Y/N by the waist, pulling her close once again.

Y/N wrapped her legs around Regina's waist, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. But their intimate moment was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of two men at the pool.

Caught off guard, Y/N and Regina quickly released each other, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment as they tried to compose themselves.

"Um, hi there," Y/N stammered, attempting to act casual despite the obvious tension in the air.

Regina cleared her throat, her composure returning as she nodded politely at the newcomers. "Hello," she said, her voice regaining its usual confidence.

As Regina and Y/N practically sprinted back to their suite, the anticipation crackled between them, fueling their desire with every step. Regina's pulse raced with excitement, her senses heightened by the prospect of being alone with Y/N.

With a swift motion, Regina slammed Y/N against the wall as soon as they entered the room, the sound echoing through the air. Y/N gasped in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest as Regina's lips crashed against hers in a fervent kiss.

Regina wasted no time in making quick work of their clothes, her hands roaming hungrily over Y/N's body. Y/N moaned in response, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Regina's dominance surged forth as she pressed Y/N against the wall, her possessive grip leaving no room for escape. Y/N surrendered willingly, lost in the heat of the moment as Regina's touch ignited a fire within her.

As Regina entered Y/N with two fingers, Y/N couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, the sound echoing throughout the room. Regina growled in response, reveling in the power she held over her girlfriend.

Y/N teased and taunted Regina, her voice laced with desire as she egged her on. Regina's passion burned bright as she took control, her movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment.

With a primal roar, Y/N begged for more, her body writhing with pleasure beneath Regina's touch. Regina praised her girlfriend's voracious appetite, fueling Y/N's desire for more.

Their love making reached a fever pitch, the intensity building with every thrust and every gasp. And as they reached the pinnacle of pleasure together, they were consumed by the raw, unbridled passion that bound them together.

In the aftermath, they lay entwined in each other's arms, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts still racing with adrenaline. Regina pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead, her love for her girlfriend overflowing.

"Y/N, you're amazing," Regina whispered, her voice filled with awe and adoration.

Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with love for the girl who had stolen her heart. "And you, Regina, are everything to me."

As they caught their breath after their passionate encounter, Regina gently pulled away from Y/N, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"We should get ready for dinner," Regina suggested, her voice tinged with lingering desire.

Y/N nodded, reluctantly pulling herself away from Regina's embrace. "Yeah, you're right. I'll go take a quick shower."

Regina watched as Y/N disappeared into the bathroom, a sense of longing gnawing at her insides. She couldn't help but admire the way Y/N's body moved with effortless grace, even in the simple act of walking away.

While Y/N showered, Regina busied herself with selecting the perfect outfit for dinner. She rifled through her suitcase, eventually settling on a stunning designer dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.

As she slipped into the dress, Regina couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence wash over her. She knew she looked good, and she was determined to make heads turn when she walked into that restaurant.

Meanwhile, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, clad in a seductive red dress that left little to the imagination. The slit up the side showcased her toned legs, drawing Regina's gaze like a magnet.

Regina's jaw practically hit the floor as she took in Y/N's appearance, her mouth hanging open in awe. She tried to form words, but all that escaped her lips were incoherent stammers and drools.

Y/N chuckled at Regina's reaction, her confidence boosted by the effect she had on her girlfriend. "Like what you see, Gina?" she teased, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

Regina finally managed to regain her composure, though her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. "Y-yes, you look stunning, Y/N," she managed to stutter out, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Y/N began to apply her makeup, Regina couldn't resist getting handsy, her fingers trailing lightly over Y/N's exposed skin. But Y/N gently pushed her away, reminding her of the task at hand.

"Regina, we need to get ready," Y/N scolded playfully, though there was a hint of urgency in her voice.

Regina pouted but relented, knowing that Y/N was right. With one last lingering glance at her girlfriend, she busied herself with finishing her own preparations, eager to show Y/N off to the world.

As Y/N finished her makeup, she turned to Regina with a smile. "Hey, Regina, which color lipstick should I wear? Red or nude?"

Regina, still slightly flustered from Y/N's earlier display, glanced at her girlfriend with a critical eye. "Hmm, I think nude would complement your dress better," she replied, her tone matter-of-fact.

Y/N nodded in agreement, reaching for the nude lipstick and carefully applying it to her lips. "Thanks, Gina," she said, flashing Regina a grateful smile.

Meanwhile, Regina slipped into a pair of high heels, the click-clack of her shoes echoing through the room. As she reached for her jewelry box, her eyes fell on the Arabic name necklace that Y/N had teased her about earlier.

With a begrudging sigh, Regina picked up the necklace, feeling a pang of guilt for dismissing Y/N's enthusiasm earlier. She fastened it around her neck, the gold glinting in the soft light of the room.

Y/N's eyes lit up with mischief as she caught sight of the necklace. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," she teased, a playful smirk playing on her lips.

Regina rolled her eyes, though there was a hint of amusement in her expression. "Oh, hush, Y/N. It's just a necklace," she retorted, though her tone lacked its usual bite.

But Y/N couldn't resist teasing Regina a little more. With a sly grin, she reached for the name necklace she had spotted earlier at the souks, slipping it around her own neck with a flourish.

"There, now we match!" Y/N exclaimed, striking a pose and admiring herself in the mirror.

Regina couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's antics, her heart swelling with affection for her playful girlfriend. "You're impossible, Y/N," she said fondly, shaking her head in mock exasperation.

As Regina adorned herself with diamond bracelets and the golden rings Y/N had purchased earlier, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Despite Regina's initial reluctance, she had embraced the souvenirs with open arms, a testament to the bond they shared.

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♱ SPIDER ID PACK . . .

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[serin316]

Acceptance of a True State (transfem tim caroline hill)

First installment

Current installment under the cut

He had tried to ignore how the name "Timothy" grated along his skin.

How Caroline was like a balm to soothe a burn.

He flopped onto his bed at the Manor, groaning as he and Dick came back from an outing with Damian for some art supplies.

He was getting into weaving.

Good for him.

It was after dinner, so they just were left to their own devices. It was a low energy day for most of the house.

The Caroline wig needed cleaning. Tim washed and blowdried it in his bathroom before trying to brush it one handed since she forgot his maniquin head at the Nest.

She grumbled before putting it on so he could brush it like a regular head of hair.

She paused when he saw how she looked in the mirror.

The collision of Tim and Caroline.

Tim's clothes and Caroline's wig and it was like seeing two worlds meld into one and she just wanted to deny it and push her head underneath her pillows and hide in their closet like a scared kid hiding from shapes made from the shadow of clothes on a stray chair during the night.

She took a breath and brushed out her hair, becoming used to the sight in the mirror.

It made sense, from how she felt ever since Caroline became part of the closet. A section just for her.

The name Caroline fit better than Tim, but it didn't feel like a name she would keep. Why would it?

Caroline was an alias, someone to dissapear in.

She wasn't meant to dissapear.

She responded more readily to Caroline because it was the lesser of two evils.

Caroline was a stepping stone thrown at crack in the wall which tears down the entire fortress.

Peices of her were in Caroline, same thing with Alvin.

Caroline just felt more right. More like her.

The color of hair she chose for Caroline looked a few shades darker than Janet's. Like her mother was passing down a revalation in place of the love she forfiet in life.

She finished brushing her hair, debating what hairstyle to test out before doing a final brushing and storing it.

She put her hair into a high and messy bun, just holding it up to see how it would look.

That was her.

Completely and utterly her.

Timothy was based off of old Greek, right? It meant honor or honoring God.

She picked up her phone and scrolled through some baby name sites, seeing Minta cross her screen while she was curled up on the bathroom floor in a newly washed wig.

She scrolled back up, reading the meaning.

Protector and defender.

She looked at the name it was contracted from.

Araminta

She tapped on the hyperlink.

One of the meanings was strength.

It fit.

Minta smiled as a wave of relief flowed through her.

She didn't want to hide it. She was done living in denial. Araminta didn't care anymore.

She had her crisis, and now had her answer.

She had her big deal.

Now? When she done and that it was true?

It's a fact of her life now.

She opened up the family groupchat.

Selected her profile.

And changed it to something stupid about her name.

Ara-Ara

Save new change?

Saved.

Ara-Ara: Was anyone going to tell me that an alias could crack an egg or was caroline just SUPPOSED to trans my gender

Where's the B: Not many people crossdress for cases so yes, Caroline Hill was just supposed to make you realize that you are transgender.

Grayninja: CONGRATS BABY BIRD!!

DamiDolls: good for you, i am robbing your drawers for cufflinks at swordpoint in an hour

Wanted Dead Or Alive: congrats kid

Goo Goobie: that's good to know! why do i have a feeling from your display name that you named yourself after an evil anime lady

Princess Cass has sent a thumbs up and a trans flag

Princess Cass: im happy for you

Brighthouse Networks: neat!

Twilight Sparkle: girls(?) onlu shopping trip when??

Ara-Ara reacted to Goo Goobie with a laughing emote

Ara-Ara reacted to Twilight Sparkle with a purple heart.

Ara-Ara: my name is Araminta

Alfred Pennyworth: Drat, I lost the bet with Miss Kyle. That is quite a fine name Mistress Araminta.

Grayninja: wait

Grayninja: we now have the abcs

Grayninja: araminta, bruce, and cass

Where's The B: Yes, a dad and his daughters

Princess Cass sent three yellow hearts.

Ara-Ara: yk i have never truely played dress up

The chat went quiet before the thundering of footsteps echoed in the hall.

Dick and Steph got through her bedroom door first before blocking everyone else off to affronted screams. Steph had clothes in her arms that Caroline wouldn't be caught dead wearing.

Araminta grinned at them from the bathroom doorway.

"Minta, want to do a fashion show?"

"Hell yeah!"

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Welcome to Ara's most chill nightmare -Danny Words: 2,098 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Wait for Me' -by Motopony

XLII: At Peace With Myself but Now I Got Beef With the Rest of the World

I dream. I don't see much, just the open sea, a little improvised tent nearby, and a small picnic table outside with dinner all set.

"I'm cursed too, you know? Maybe they sent me here to punish my girlfriend for telling me." I see Leo standing beside a rustically made worktable. Next to him, there is a beautiful girl I've never met, but I recognize her from Percy's stories.

Calypso observes Leo reluctantly like she's sure he's joking. Maybe she hears the word 'girlfriend' and wonders who in their right mind would date Leo. That happens a lot more often than it should. 

The girl decides to take the bait and asks anyway. "You have a girlfriend?"

"You bet I do," Leo smirks, each word full of adoration. "She's gorgeous. Maybe you heard about her? Her brother was here before. Arae Jackson."

"Jackson?" The goddess tenses. "Yes, I know her. She must've grown then, the way he talked about her sounded much too childlike to be dating a young man..."

"She's big enough now, that's for sure" Leo's face flushes. He stops what he's doing and looks at Calypso with urgency. "You don't have to be nice about it, but if I have to sit here and waste my time, can I please talk to you about Ara? I need to get this off my chest."

"Get what out?" The goddess steps away. 

Leo squeezes the fabric of his shirt like he's having a heart attack. "This worry. She doesn't know I'm alive, and she's already lost too many people. I need to go back."

At first, Calypso looks like she wants to go away, and that'd be fair, but the way she looks at Leo, is a mix of anger, hurt, and softness. It tells me she's not only feeling hatred—so long she's heard this story, and I know it always brings her all kinds of memories.

"I've had several men on this island, Leo Valdez," she replies calmly. "But rarely do they sound as genuine in their anguish as you do. Most prefer to waste their time with me, if only for just a moment. I hadn't met a boy so untempted by unearthly pleasures until now."

"Well, you don't see many boys around here anyway, do you?" He blurts out without thinking.

Calypso scowls and nudges him aside, grabbing a few wires and braiding them at an impressive speed. "You want to chatter about your Arae yes or no?"

"Yes," Leo blushes, watching her weave. I don't know what he's building, but it looks intricate and borderline nonsensical, so it's gotta be something extraordinary.

"Then keep those unsympathetic comments to yourself and sit down, we have a whole day of chores."

"Chores?"

"This thing you're making might take you out of Ogygia, who knows?" A little smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "If someone like you wooed an Aphrodite, everything's possible."

Leo frowns. "I'll take the compliment, but that was out of line."

"My point is," Calypso finishes her first set and grabs another pair of wires. "You'll need supplies. There is work to be done."

"You'll help me?"

Calypso looks up at him, speaking in a cynical tone. "Well, I have nothing better to do and you fixed my fountain—The project of a madman will be entertaining enough to keep my mind busy for a while, don't you think?"

"Glad to hear my longing is making someone happy..." he says with sarcasm.

"Yes, which is not unlike others, but the level of disinterest is fascinating," she tells him playfully. "My island is meant to be irresistible for all, but you don't like it much."

"I know a better beach," Leo smiles as he gets lost in his memories. "I had my first date with Ara there. I see the appeal of this place for people who have it worse out there in the real world, but I've got my own mundane pleasures," he smirks playfully. "What punny mortals call domestic bliss."

"What?" Calypso pauses to pay attention. "And what is that?"

"Stuff that would bore you to death on a normal day: doing the dishes, cooking a meal, cleaning your room... when I do all that with my girl, that's when I'm the happiest."

Calypso thinks about it. "And talking while building a machine counts as one of those things?"

Leo stares at the scraps and touches them with his fingertips. "Yeah... we do that all the time."

"I see the appeal," Calypso gives him a polite smile. "I don't hate sitting here and talking as much as I thought I would."

Leo laughs in a friendly way, giving her a pat on the back before going back to work. The girl grimaces and looks at the stain Leo left on her dress, and I know he totally did it on purpose. "Thanks, Cal!"

The dream fades and gets replaced with a different scenario. I'm standing in the middle of a workshop I've seen before. "Not this guy," I grumble.

"Hmph, yes, that's a normal reaction," Hephaestus says. He's holding a large piece of bronze, not really looking at me while he speaks.

I get ready to be scowled. "Look, I know I haven't been up to the test and I've failed you—"

"What nonsense are you blabbering?" He scans my appearance like I've got a loose wire somewhere. "Failed me? You helped one of my sons recover the bronze dragon, then you built a grand ship."

I open my mouth and then close it. Then I open it again. "Okay. So why am I here talking to you, sir?"

Hephaestus tosses the bronze plate out the window. Not very eco-friendly. "That'll do." He nods, then looks back at me. "Your mother threatened to reorganize my workshop if I didn't help you. I think you're holding on just fine, but she thinks your nerves might be on edge."

I slowly count up to five. "Maybe. So you put that vision of Leo and Calypso in my head?"

"Yes."

"He's in Ogygia."

"Yes."

"And he can't leave unless Calypso falls for him."

"That's how it usually works," Hephaestus nods, rummaging through his blueprints. "Leo is helping me."

I speak with a strained voice. "What do you mean?"

"When the war ended, your brother Percy asked us to release Calypso. Gods cannot undo what gods do."

"You sent Leo to rescue Calypso?" I lose my cool for a moment. "Couldn't you do that like, once this war was over? This is the worst timing ever! Sir." I add as an afterthought. "My lord, sir."

The god snorts. "Don't take this personally, child, but you've never been good at looking at the whole picture."

"What?"

"This was the best timing I could manufacture," he points at the window. "The fates are lousy planners, they toss out prophecies with no exact timeline, and we have to fish for a decent moment to set them in motion. That snow goddess you and your sister fought made it easier for me."

I want to scream. Easy? Of course that'd be convenient for a god. They measure my brainpower without lifting a finger or risking personal business so later on they know exactly how much weight they can put on my shoulders without inducing cracks.

My crew and I have been stuck at the Southwind god's palace for almost a week, with our ship hanging by a thread, and he calls this easy and nothing personal. Why don't you drag your mighty ass down to earth and fix the Argo II yourself, you big chunk of—

"Your anger is unnecessary," he brushes my thoughts aside. "What's done it's done, my son will come back, so focus on the ship."

"Without Leo or the sphere, the repairs can't be completed."

"You're saying you can't do it?" He raises a brow. "I thought you were a decent mechanic."

"Don't try to manipulate me, old man!" I bite my tongue. "Lord. Sir."

He snorts again, I think that's his actual laugh. "I see why my boy likes you."

"Listen..." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "I'm on a tight schedule here. You're saying I don't have to look for Leo, yes or no?"

"He'll be fine," the god assures me. "There is no need to worry." 

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'd be a beam of freaking sunshine if the stupid oars could stop going berserk every time I start them up!" Ara holds back from punching the control board.

"If you need to take a break—"

"Listen, Frank, if you're gonna pity me, you could at least do it while being useful," she snaps at him.

The boy blushes and clears his throat. "Sure. Sorry, General. What do you need?"

Ara points at the ropes. "Secure the sails, ask Piper to help you. Has to be done manually since most of the automatized stuff in the ship is all messed up without the Archimedes sphere." 

He looks up squinting. "You sure Piper will do? She's not fond of heights..."

"Jason is waiting for his royal jerkness to give him the time of day, and I don't know where Nico is," she crouches under the panels and crawls into them. "So unless you want little five-foot-two Hazel to climb up the topmast..."

"I'll get Piper."

"That's what I thought," Ara speaks with strain.

She has been unanimously vetoed from being their messenger since she's starting to lash out at deities a little too much. By unanimously, it means even Ara voted against herself, she's wise enough to know that to taunt their current host is to push their luck.

She retreats from under the control board, feeling a presence looming over her shoulder. "You done stalking Jason?"

"He got called in," Nico says, sounding grumpy. "He's more annoying than you ever were."

Ara smiles, knowing what he means. "He's still hung up on Croatia, huh? Yeah, he's the same with me. 'You sure you're okay, Ara? I'm here if you need to talk', man, you're a head taller than me, pick up a hammer and work," she huffs.

Nico smirks and gets closer. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to be the mechanic this ship needs, but I'm no Cabin Nine camper. This trireme was my best friend until it decided to go insane," she gets up rubbing her lower back. "I wanna crush it with my bare hands... I feel like such a cranky grandpa."

"Eat up, grandpa," he pulls out a granola bar from his pocket and hands it to her. Ara opens it and splits it in two, passing him a half. "You've fixed everything, you're doing fine," Nico nibbles on his half. "You just don't wanna move places without knowing you're not leaving Leo behind."

Nico knows about Leo's whereabouts because Ara told him. He's the only one that she shared this with because Piper keeps blaming herself for not knowing how snow smells and Jason is going through an identity crisis again. Right now, Nico is the only one on board with the least amount of mental setbacks, which is heavily concerning and a little bit ironic.

"This is what you wanted, right?" She teases him. "To see me alone in the world so I could get my shit together? Well, I've lost my brother, I've lost Lily and Annabeth, and now I've lost Leo. Now I just gotta lose you in a busy crowd and I'll go full eat-pray-love on Gaea."

She might be imagining things, but Ara catches what looks like the briefest grin on Nico's face before he responds. "That would be detrimental to the crew. If you want my opinion—"

"I don't."

"—You should let yourself be angry," he shrugs. "Generals shouldn't be generous."

Ara squints. "Was that a pun?"

"You should know how to keep a cool head by the time we get to the House of Hades, and you'll only learn if you allow yourself to feel. Get a good reason to kick the giant's butt. When Michael died— "

"Leo isn't dead."

"You don't act as a leader unless someone damages your favorite toys."

"Did you go to Hephaestus's school for social relations?" She frowns, taking a big bite of the granola bar. "Every word that leaves your mouth is insulting."

Nico smiles for real this time, though it's his sardonic, dark smirk. "Old habits die hard."

"Can I be honest for a second?"

"I rather you weren't," he finishes his snack and pulls out another one, this time it's a chocolate bar.

"I like my job. Heck, I love my job! Being a daughter of Olympus can be fun, but gods can ruin your day by just talking."

"That's funny, I feel the same way about you."

Ara playfully elbows Nico. A beige dusty cloud starts to make its way to them, and her smile goes away. "Please, let that be a good sentient cloud..."

Nico tilts his head and squints. "It's Jason."

Ara mimics his actions. "Doesn't that mean we're leaving?"

"Think so," Nico takes a huge bite of his chocolate and walks past her.

Next Chapter –>

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uroborosymphony for the URL meme 💋

@uroborosymphony / send a url and i will answer the following...

Do I Follow Them?: why yes i do and will do so even after this hellsite burns to the ground :'D

Why Did I Follow Them?: i saw my dear mutuals (aka winter, xia, lena, and alex) interacting with her and i wanted to join in :3 okay but also the sheer amount of DETAIL you put into ur character profiles and the verses AND THE FACT?? you can use the same FC, make like three femme fatales, and STILL make them all distinct is mindblowing O.O teach me ur ways pls

Do We Role Play?: did you know i suck at writing flirts and femme fatales and evil women? this is why we balance each other well :'D

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: not to be repetitive but if i ever say no to this answer, assume i have been compromised and send help–

An AU Idea For Our Muses: hmmmmmm, u know i have always thought about assassin au for annie ( think yor from spyxfamily)....what would be quinn's thoughts is the real question </3

A Song For Our Muses: for arannie– work song by hozier ( i know it's technically a romantic song BUT if you think about the way ara always comes to annie to get her wounds treated– ) and for calana– closer by chainsmokers ( yes i know my tastes in music is outdated :'D )

Do I Ship Our Muses?: i ship all official ships on ur blog even if it does not involve my muses ( aka taiquinn & calistarang– would calista like another friend tho 👀 ) but if we are talking about arannie & calana, i would die for them both of them GOD annie would not be the person she is 2day without ara and calum has never been more of himself than with ilana :'D

What I Think About The Mun: time for part two of ferre simping for lynnie <3 this time i will talk about how much i am in AWE of your skills like how the lore of this blog like ties all three of your muses together, did you know i was a SUCKER for that kind of lore?? also i love that?? i can jump in ur inbox and give you a half-baked idea and you'll like?? run with it and suddenly we'll end up with say a new plot or new development, that's the main reason i LOVE rp!! your enthusiasm here is INFECTIOUS, it makes me excited to be here even though i've been around for YEARS... and also not the mention way you weave all the interactions ur character has into one verse is *chef's kiss* it makes ur character so much more complex <3

Overall Opinion: 10 out of 10 would recommend, would plot with, would write with, if you are not already, i cannot help you sorry <3

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | again this scale cannot measure my undying adoration for lynnie so we must create our own level </3

[sundaybee]

Miscommunication (Julieta x Fem!Reader) Pt 8

Take note that I do not speak fluent Spanish so if I’ve butchered a word or phrase (Google Translate) I apologize. Please let me know so I can correct it. I also did not make the gif.

Part 8 of 9

Part 9/Finale 

Take note: Y/N is eighteen and the triplets are twenty.

Shout out to @zafirosreverie who’s stories are the inspiration behind mine!

Ya’ll I am so humbled that some of you want to be tagged when there is a new chapter out. Ya’ll don’t even understand how terrified I was to post this, to the point of creating a whole separate side blog to post it on. Thank you for being interested in my story!

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Julieta wasn’t the fastest triplet but she was able to keep you in sight as you weaved in and out of crowds. Her hair coming loose from its bun as she chased after you. You suddenly took a sharp left and Julieta knew exactly where you were headed. She picked up the pace and continued to shout your name on deaf ears. 

The river came into view and you were distraught. You were foolish to think you ever had a shot. You were foolish to think you’d ever be more to her. You were foolish to believe that her date meant nothing and that he was just her friend. 

You hadn’t even realized she had been following you and shouting your name. You were lost in your thoughts and tears until a hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged. Before you realized it you were turned and pulled into Julieta’s chest and she held you close. You let her hold you and you simply cried.

“Lo siento you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Julieta said which only caused you to cry harder. Julieta had been the one to ask you about a secret relationship and here she was doing the very thing you promised you wouldn’t.

“No wait, that came out wrong!” She stated when she heard your cries get harder. 

“That wasn’t anything but practice!” She said and she felt you tense up, saying the wrong thing again.

“Wait, all my thoughts are jumbled!” Julieta blurted out. 

“Juli, please stop doing this to me.” You managed to say. it was barely louder than a whisper. Whether you were referring to her mangaling her words or making you cry she wasn’t sure. 

What she did know was that actions spoke louder than words. So in her final act of bravery she pushed you off her chest, lifted your face with both hands, and kissed you.

She poured her whole soul into that kiss, telling you everything she was too frightened to say out loud. It was a dream come true and her hands snaked to the back of your neck feeling the exposed skin and the thin chain and held you in place. She knew the second you parted she might lose your friendship forever, but until then she was going to live in this magical moment. 

When Julieta kissed you your brain shut down. You were lost in a dream. Your best friend, the girl you’d been pining for for years, was kissing you. Her warm hands held the back of your neck tightly, afraid to let you go. If you were dreaming you never wanted to wake up and you wrapped your hands around her waist and kissed her back.

Julieta’s heart exploded when you returned her affection. She barely parted your lips before nipping at your bottom one and connecting again. You shivered at the action and smiled. The tears hadn’t stopped but now they were fueled by something different. 

Finally, needing air the two of you parted. Julieta’s hands went back to your face to wipe your tears away. Your face was flushed, your lips slightly parted, your big brown eyes still glassy, and your hair tied up drove her wild. 

You sighed as her hands lingered on your face and you leaned into one of them. All you could hear was the sound of the river, the breeze rustling leaves, and your own heartbeat. 

“I hope that clarifies some things.” Julieta whispered. You smiled gently and chuckled softly.

“I’d say so.” You replied, you removed your hands from her waist and brought them up to your face, taking her hands in yours and lowering them. You ran circles with your thumb on the back of her hand. 

“What exactly were you doing with Agustín?” You asked. She blushed in embarrassment and glanced down at your interlocked hands.

“He convinced me to say I love you out loud.” She mumbled. Feeling foolish for needing his encouragement. 

“He was pretending to be you so I’d say it.” She added and chanced a glance at you. 

You giggled softly and leaned forward giving her a much more chaste kiss than the one she gave you. 

“I love you too.” You said, your cheeks a bit flushed as you also admitted it out loud to her face. Julieta smiled at you and squeezed your hands. 

The two of you sat by the water and slipped your feet in. The hands in between you two were interlocked. 

“Pepa has been in my ear for years to get me to say that to you.” You admitted. Julieta was embarrassed, realizing Pepa had been asking you about her the night the four of you drank. “Bruno wasn’t much better.” Her brother knew?!

“Dios mío did my whole family know?!” Julieta said, a bit mortified. 

“I doubt Señora Alma knows.” You said and Julieta couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Pepa was really playing both sides of the field huh.” You commented.

“It’s kind of sweet that she was able to keep a secret.” Julieta said. You snorted.

“Barely.” Your mind replayed all the times she had ever dropped a clue or teased or even threatened to tell Julieta for you. You glanced at the woman and you knew she was having the same flashbacks.

“Hey.” You turned to face her fully, your ponytail swaying in the movement. “Do you want to play a little prank on Pepa?” 

Julieta smiled wickedly. Her hair cascading down her shoulders. “What do you have in mind?”

[apricottheapricat]

21 ara!!!!!! And zeph:]

21. What are their hobbies?

Arachne: Doesn't have the time for any, but if she did I think she'd enjoy making stuff in some way. Maybe the classic spider thing of weaving/knitting things but she'd get restless pretty quick if she did that all day, so I think something more active would be better for her. Woodworking maybe? That's not really a normal thing for a royal to be doing tho, but anyways. Right now her main 'hobby' is cleaning the castle whenever she has time, mostly because she doesn't want to hire servants but she doesn't hate doing it either. She likes it being tidy.

Zephyr: I think his interest in weapons and combat as a hobby would've been somewhat spoiled by now with him having to use it to actually kill people, but he would still like them a lot. It was his main Thing anyway before it became his job, so he still likes cool-lookin swords n stuff and collecting/training with them. I bet his dagger that he has on him is the least fancy one he owns lol- you go into stabby-stabby murder guy's room and theres a buncha weapons in there but none of them are for murder purposes and he absolutely refuses to use them for that and risk ruining their quality.

[ssreeder]

sreedieeee you are totally doing the female characters justice!! obvi it’s been heavily zukka focused and the water tribe men and jet and all that BUT when it is a gang pov or the female characters make an appearance somehow ITS DONE SO FUCKING WELL YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

like you treat them as the multidimensional characters that they are and I love your portrayal of them all so much (even ara despite my considerable distaste for her behaviour BECAUSE you’re such a smart cookie and just weave together backstories perfectly like the master you are)

anywAys you need to stop exposing us like this we’re divorced for a reason and I need to retain some dignity which I cannot do if you keep telling everyone we’re still in love >:(

it’s supposed to be a secret sreedie (also I’m your ex wife I forgot I never told you my pronouns they’re she/her)

also I love how this was my attempt at a brief message.

Leeeeeekie, my queen.

I mean…. My ummm…. Banished queen ;)

*said smoothly and with confidence*

I’m glad you like the way I’m handling the female characters and I am so beyond excited to have the opportunity next book to dig even deeper! Plus there are some new female OCs that will be a fun addition. ;)

Thanks for the compliments I am gobbling them up & slowly feeling more confident.

This was my attempt at a brief answer… did it work ?? :D

[shadowofroses]

Sweet Dreams Teaser

Demon Slayer

Pairing: Hint of Reader x Tomioka Giyu

Warning: Mentions of sex magic, spell work, Mentions of Succubi/Incubi, Reader is a Witch, Shinobu is a Witch, No Smut, AFAB Reader.

I got distracted and this leads up to something for Kinktober lol.

Summery: Tomioka doesn't quite believe in magic, however is willing to give it a shot to help him sleep. What you didn't count on was Shinobu to figure out you had a crush on him, and gives you a Tea for some sweet dreams.

Story:

It had been a long day before your Crush walked into the store that you and Shinobu ran. It was a Witchy store that had a greenhouse behind it of which she took care of the herbs and plants and provided them for spells or potions when you needed them. 

However you were confused, cause you knew Giyu didn’t believe in Magic. Shinobu walked in behind him and had something wicked in her eyes, “Ara ara! What a surprise Tomioka!” She walked around him a face full of Glee, standing on her tiptoes to try to look the man in the face. “What are you here for?”

Giyu however stared at you, which caused you to blush. “Something to help me sleep.”

Shinobu blinked, looking back to you before staring back at him, “Just…sleep? Nothing fun like Lucid Dreams, Prophetic Dreams, perhaps a nice Succubus?” 

Giyu tilted his head looking down at the shorter woman, “Maybe to figure out what I want to do? But just sleep.”

You furrowed your brows as you instantly reached for some Chamomile and Lavender, “Desires? Like what? Jobs, Education, romance?” Your hand hovered over some Labradorite. 

Giyu tilted his head, “What I want in life.”

Shinobu frowned, “That’s a little vague Tomioka! Are you sure you don’t want a Succubus or Incubus? I’m not judging.” 

Giyu deadpanned, “I’m sure.” His eyes shot to you when you gave a soft chuckle. 

“Don’t mind her, she’s been stuck on Sex Magic lately. Alright, come here handsome.” It came out of your mouth faster than you could think. Your face darkened, and Shinobu took notice. You shook your head, not noticing Giyu pull a Pikachu face for a second. He came forward, and you motioned to what you gathered for him, “Camomile, Lavender and Lemongrass, this can be drank as a Tea like a hour to a half hour before you intend to sleep. Unless you don’t like tea, you can throw a cup of it into the bath tub and soak in it, I can prepare a second satchel if you want both. This is a sleep Pillow, tiny thing is to be placed under or in your pillow; has the same herbs, only stronger Lavender, Labradorite to help you recognize the change you may need in your life, and protect from anyone who means you harm while sleeping. Amethyst to help with dreams as well.”

“This will work?” Giyu picked up the sleep pillow, with a raised eyebrow. 

Shinobu giggled as you smiled, “Witchcraft is all about intentions. You use it and weave it into your everyday life. Like…if you wanted a Job you can’t just do a spell to get hired without putting in the work, you have to apply too.”

“Whose to say that it even works then?” 

Shinobu rolled her eyes, “Are you interested in our help or not!?”

Giyu only nodded, paying you before walking out of the door. You sighed turning to your mischievous colleague. “Thank you for not slipping any blood magic into his stuff.”

Shinobu kept her smile, “I don’t know what you are talking about (Name)~ Here, lemme make you some tea~”

Again, you thought nothing of this due to you trusted Shinobu to make your tea, and it wasn’t unusual to prepare a blend at random for you to try. You were already yawning when you went to the back to lay on the couch. Shinobu delivered the tea, and you were hit with a strong scent of Hibiscus and lavender. You gave her a soft smile. “Thanks.”

Shinobu gave a closed eyed smile, “Anytime, just get some rest, alright?” 

You nodded back as you took a sip of the tea. You frowned, trying to recognize whatelse she put in it. Saw Pametto? That was good for Urinary tract infections, and boosting the immune system. Sexual drive too for that matter…But must have been the immune system that Shinobu aimed at. There was another taste you couldn’t quite nail. 

You sniffed it again, before drinking the rest. Finding a few loose herbs at the bottom of the cup. You placed the empty cup on the table, and laid down before you actually recognized the taste. 

“HORNY GOAT WEED?! SHINOBU!” You yelled out only hearing a giggle as you felt sleepier. 

“Sweet dreams (Name)~” 

Well, it’s not like she bound an incubus to you, just blessed you with interesting dreams throughout the night as you passed out. 

[luckydxy]

@skxrbrand liked for a starter

It was a peculiar sight to say the least ; young Madgod resting on her stomach & kicking her legs back behind her in a girlish display, transfixed entirely by two piles of skulls before her & some sort of colorful art project in hand. Most would see it wise to leave such an assortment of death well alone. Not she. No, no, there were some ... creative differences she couldn't quite shake. Upon closer inspection it would be all the more obvious what she was doing. With a mischievous giggle she crowns yet another skull with an elaborate floral band & stuffs its eyesockets with precious gems ; this time favoring rubies, while others boasted emerald, saphire, & even diamond. Satisfied with her handywork, Ara adds this to the 'finished' pile & plucks another crownless skull from the alternate one. Conjuring up more flowers to pluck & weave into the next band after she'd made her selection, promptly beginning the process once more, humming a nonsensical song to herself all the while. It really doesn't seem she has any intentions of leaving anytime soon.

[yourhangrydoctor]

Demon slayer Groupchat (Tanjiro harem)

|TheSunbreather has started the groupchat|

ASimp4Nezuko Has entered- Zenitsu

Boarhead Has entered- Inosuke

IForgeteverything Has entered- Muichiro

Flamemaster Has entered- Rengoku

Scarybutterfly Has entered- Shinbou

Coinsfordecisions Has entered- Kanao

Flashyman Has entered-Uzui

Anrgydude Has entered- Sanemi

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Killme Has entered - Giyu

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TheSunbreather: Hello everyone!

IForgeteverything: Hello bbg

TheSunbreather: ......

TheSunbreather: Anyways! I just wanted to discuss ways to kill Muzan. Any suggestions?

IForgeteverything: I will go with anything you go my sunshine

Anrgydude: Just fight him duh.

Flashyman: Nah, just throw 4 swords at him.

Anrgydude: That won't do anything dumbass.

Flashyman: Your idea won't do anything either.

ASimp4Nezuko: Where's nezuko~

TheSunbreather: Asleep.

ASimp4Nezuko: Awww.....

Boarhead: I SAY WE GRAB HIS WEAVE!!

Brothernoticeme: Maybe something else? other than.....that...

Anrgydude: SHUT THE HELL UP GENYA!

Brothernoticeme: .....I guess that's one way for my brother to notice me....

Scarybutterfly: Ara, Ara~ I think we should use genya-san guns to kill him.

Coinsfordecisions: 78 knives and 302 guns pointed at him.

Flamemaster: Feed him lots of human food!

Killme: Let's just put our mental depression in him. Meaning like putting a squirting milk bottle in him.

ASimp4Nezuko: That actually sounds like a good idea but i say we poison his dick.

Anrgydude: ....

Brothernoticme: .....

Flamemaster: ......

Scarybutterfly: ......

TheSunbreather: .....

Boarhead: .....

Flashyman: .....

IForgeteverything: ......

Killme: ......

Coinsfordecisions: .......

TheSunbreather: Uhh...We will continue this conversation another day.....

[TheSunbreather has killed the chat]

[maethinks]

Friendship

“And then she made a ‘your mum’ joke”, he said, almost in tears from trying not to laugh for the last few minutes.

She choked on her ice cream and started coughing. Adi’s hand reflexively went to pat her back. After she stopped coughing, they looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Her brown eyes looked lighter in the sun while his black eyes remained unchanging. They both had sparkles in their eyes. It was a happy day.

It was the month of October so it wasn’t that cold and that day was warm, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Something about October always had both of them longing for ice cream and they met up every Sunday to get their favourite ice cream, chocolate for Adi and vanilla for Ara.

Ara was short for Aradhya and Adi was short for nothing because that was his name. They had become friends 3 years ago, and best friends 2 years ago. Adi’s house was just a 10-minute walk from Ara’s so they could meet often.

They were always mistaken for being in love and it bothered them when they had just become friends but honestly, they stopped paying attention to what others had to say. They didn’t understand why people cared about whether two people were in love or not.

They were too busy laughing that they forgot that their ice creams were melting, so they finished them as fast as they could without breaking into laughter again.

They were both giddy that day, they talked and walked until sundown. Soon they found themselves under the light of a streetlamp with thunder interrupting their talk.

Ara was fidgeting with the black ring on her middle finger now, she kept looking at her shoes and stopped paying much attention to the conversation, which Adi caught on to.

“So I left the tattoo place with a tattoo of Spongebob on my ass”, he said trying to get her attention but all she said was a distracted “hmm”.

“Alright Ara, what’s going on”, he said, pulling lightly at her arm to get her attention.

She looked up from glaring at her shoes for the first time in 20 minutes. He had thought her social battery must have run out and that’s why they were heading home but she had stopped at the streetlight and he hadn’t asked more questions because he didn’t want to pry. But she seemed very distracted now and he needed to know.

Her eyes found his and he gasped as he saw bloodshot eyes brimmed with tears. “Oh my god Ara what happened?”, he said, pulling her in for a hug. She hugged him back, her whole body shaking as she cried on his shoulder.

He traced circles on the small of her back to calm her down. They were almost the same height so he rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes, just as she had.

“Hey hey what happened? tell me what’s wrong.”, he asked when she had stopped shaking. She pulled away from the hug and looked at him through bleary eyes.

“…I’m leaving Adi.”, she said, her voice hoarse.

“So this is what it’s about? Ara, you already told me that you’re gonna go to university in a year and we’ve already been sad about it before.”, he said, confusion visible in his eyes.

“I know, but it just hits me at odd times and makes me feel bad for leaving all of you behind”, she said, her head cast downwards.

He cupped her face in both his hands, forcing her to look at him, and said, “I know it’s hard, but sometimes you have to leave a part of you behind to start a new journey and weave a new part of yourself. But that doesn’t mean you have to leave everything behind. You’re leaving your house, a place where you live, but you are not leaving your home; your family and the memories you made with them.”

“And with you”, she added, “You’re my home too”

“Well yeah, that’s kinda obvious from the way you cried on my shoulder a few minutes ago”, he said, trying to lighten the mood. It seemed to do the trick because she was smiling now.

“You know I’ll miss you a lot, but I’ll miss someone else more”, she said, her teasing tone already making him annoyed, but in a good way.

“Who will you miss more than me?”, he said, putting his hand on his heart, his eyes and mouth wide as he faked being offended.

“Your mum”, she said, doubling over with laughter, the sadness was long forgotten. He rolled his eyes and joined in and when they straightened up again, there was no other worry in the world. Only them and the night.

Ara found Adi’s hand, him understanding her mischievous smile as they counted to three, and ran down the sidewalk, hand in hand with their free hands extended as if they were airplanes. They screamed and ran as if they were drunk, and they were, weren’t they? Drunk in the moment.

[astarab1aze]

starter / @rake-rake

It was hot - humid and uncomfortable. Temperatures had soared into triple digits, intensified by a sky without a single cloud floating in the blue, the sun bearing down on any and all caught in its light. Cicadas chirped endlessly, unseen but not unheard, and for a time, Kaede dropped his facade, palming away the sweat on his forehead and heaving a weary sigh. Even the most frigid of winter blizzards would be preferable to this, naturally high body heat compounding with the summer, dizzying and even a little disorienting - not even dappled shade provided good enough reprieve. A shame, too; All the work he'd aimed to put into reworking his footwork would have to be put on pause for now, lest he overheat and collapse.

Sheathing his katana, he ambled miserably out of the shade, making his way across dirt and pavement alike in order to get inside the school and out of the oppressive heat. It was hard, to know what to do with his down time when he had any, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that spending it in the sun was not the way. No, he'd much rather make the trek to the bubble tea shop in town - at least then there'd be something cold and refreshing by the end of it. Maybe he could offer to buy some for Yaga, Gojo, and the students, give himself the excuse. Of course, if he scrambled up to Yaga's office, there might be orders waiting for him, so on second thought-- Maybe just Gojo and the students. Excuse enough, right?

He set out to find them, fingers idly pulling at silk and nylon to make room for some flow of cooling air, to no avail, weaving down long hallways until at last he ran into the sorcerer and his gaggle of students. Yammering on about a movie, Jennifer Lawrence, and the oddities of some curses or some such....thing. He almost felt bad for interrupting - they all seemed to be having a good time. How rare, in this life. Oh well.

"Ara, Gojo-senpai--" he piped up, glancing between them each and all until his gaze came to meet the one he couldn't readily see. "Gonna make a run for boba. It's hot today, so - do you or your students want anything?"