#but having read six books i deserve to buy more books right

[badwolfwho1]

Was just about to start reading Garth Marenghi's Incarcerat but alas it's actually a sequel so I should really pick up Terrortome first.

[satoruhour]

hello :) may i ask a husband nanami headcanons? your so talented!

a/n: ty anon !!! i hope u like this :3

warnings: (in second half of post) pregnancy kink? breeding / creampie kink ofc, consensual somnophilia, praise, pet names

i. sfw headcanons

nanami is so sweet when he first proposes to you! ofc you have sex on the daily or weekly but when he’s reading his speech to you when he’s kneeling down it’s so sweet that you cry

and this dude wonders why you’re tearing up when his words literally mirror a poet’s LMFAO

nanami proposes at a quiet place only the two of you frequent, to avoid unwanted attention like crowds (he’s just thinking about gojo and how annoying he would be)

but also because he just wants it to be as special as he can make it out to be

honestly, if the whole kuantan thing works out he would love to propose there while the waves and horizon set the scene naturally. like he already knew he wanted to retire from being a jujutsu sorcerer here but he just melts when you’re here too. everything wrapped up in one, and the tear-filled “yes!!!” makes him jump and warms his heart

has a dinner laid out for you and everything and if the beach is deserted he wouldn’t mind having u right there LOL hes quiet but freaky just sayin’ !!!

when you walk down the aisle he cries. really

and is now obsessed with how he can call you ”his wife” as opposed to “his girl” 

okay but now on to the domesticity. the dynamics are almost the same: he isn’t against you heading out to earn your own money, and he’s more than happy to be a stay-at-home husband if you want him to, but seeing you in your cute apron has him already thinking of family and how you would bounce the baby on your arm as you prepare dinner

nanami is more doting when he’s your husband, not that he wasn’t before, but he thinks it’s the old age when he sees your leg cramp and he massages it or when you squint at your book so he turns up your lamp to a higher setting

also likes to flaunt off his wedding ring, albeit with flushed cheeks. he does it when he drinks tea, sliding gojo his paper work, polishing his weapon and it’s silent, laidback bragging and only gets annoyed when gojo asks about it

if anyone else does it he’s happy to talk about you lol

is a lot more slack when it comes to his salary and treating you to things, saying things like “oh, it’s okay, my pretty wife deserves this”

nanami does his part of the housework now that you’re permanently living together and pulls his weight — buying cleaning supplies, folding the laundry, buying food for the dog

he doesn’t care much about gender roles and is willing to show you that a good husband shouldn’t just be a milestone to complete and then immediately refuses to participate in household work

deadbeat husbands = boooooo

for now you’re still busy as jujutsu sorcerers, but after a year or two of being married he’s trying to convince you to take less missions, partially because he’s afraid of curses taking advantage of your relationship (not that they didnt before, but now they have a leverage against you) and marriage to hold either of you hostage

but the main reason for the persuasion is because he wanted a kid. and you step back in shock because nanami kento? wanting a kid? it seemed so out of character for him but considering how much he liked to come in you… was already pretty telling

like he loved the dog but also wanted like. biological kids. it was wild, he knows, even when you tell gojo (he’s still a little mad that you did, but it was an accident), even the six-eyes user was pretty surprised.

when the kid comes he’s just. crying again. he really loves you so much, and the fact that you carried a baby for nine months and was in pain for 12 hours and then pushed a whole ass baby out ur vagina? goddamn

you two name her nanami kumiko and he holds her like she’s the only one in the world (besides you), cooing gently as how the baby seem to snuggle into his warmth

he gives her a danish name too: ida, but he’s not sure if he should include it in the birth certificate, so he didn’t

he is very protective of his girl, especially how you techniques seemed to be passed down and how the jujutsu society might be seeking out your offspring in kuantan, but he makes sure no one comes close to the two of you, even asking gojo reluctantly to monitor any news of the higher-ups looking to ruin her childhood

nanami really thinks it’s age now, because he find it so hard to say no to your baby girl whenever she asks for something — whether non-verbal or verbal

is a calm dad, usually burping the baby after you feed her, changing her diapers, etc., even suggesting bonding by holding her close with skin-to-skin contact and you're surprised he even knows about that

you give in when you see that he does it anyway, rocking the baby softly on the balcony with his top off, already knowing she’s going to be a daddy’s girl when she grows up

spoils his daughter but still disciplines her when it’s necessary, but he reverts to gentle parenting when he needs to. learns how to tie hair because of her, teaches her about manners and consent and tells her he has no problem if she decides to punch a guy one day. she’s just confused lol, why would i need to do that, dad?

bless him, she got your kind disposition, but yeah he emphasises that she should stand up for herself if needed

during pregnancy, he’s also making sure you never lift a finger, running across the house to complete errands, going out to buy your cravings and regulating your diet. it’s pretty cute but nanami is sometimes really strict about what you eat because he doesn’t want your health to decline lol

“just one cup of coffee… please?”

nanami only grunts in disapproval, hoping a peck to your forehead can wake you up, ”no.”

okay but that’s a lot, i have a lot of Thoughts

now…. 

ii. nsfw headcanons

building on that hc earlier abt going from calling you ”his girl” to ”his wife”, he uses it so much in the bedroom you’d think it was a fetish

and you kinda understand it, there’s the jump of your heart when he introduces you as “his wife” compared to a mere girlfriend

honest to god, coming home that day and seeing you cook wasn’t the first time he’s thought of having a kid. it’s happened many times before, seeing you interact with the first-years, guiding a first-grader home after a mission

and sure he’s done it before, but you’re always on the pill and he has really really thought of getting a vasectomy, but then he thinks of how cute you’d look with a round belly, carrying his baby and that glow that he knows he’s the reason for

so the day he proposes to you, he fucks you like an animal, cumming deep in you with choked groans and fills you up.

wedding night? same thing

but what really got him going was after he told you about wanting a kid, and you begging with those eyes of yours is what drove that string to snap. “i w-want you— shit— to fuck a baby into me, kento!” 

wheew and he goes insane. nanami loves it when you beg for his cum, legs locked around his body to get him to do it. you’re relentless too, spreading your folds for him as his cum seeps out slowly and soon he’s fucking his cum deep into you again, filling you up two, three, four times

and he doesn’t exactly care if that time doesn’t work because now he knows you aren’t taking contraception so he just does it regularly for good measure.

you aren’t complaining because you’ve never seen nanami so feral when he’s pushing his cum deep into you, whether it’s with his cock or with his fingers. that period before your pregnancy was so fulfilling that you wouldn’t mind pushing out another baby for your husband, if it meant getting railed by a man on a mission to make you a mommy

by god he fucks you on every surface of the house

when you’re pregnant too, you can’t help but get wet bc of your hormones and sometimes comes home from work, tired and needing some relief

he finds relief between your legs when you’re sleeping, talking about how nice it was to get used while sleeping, but you didn’t expect nanami to utilise it while you’re pregnant. you wince and groan as you sit up, but you need to see your husband lapping at your cunt immediately, moaning into your core like a starved man

but ofc nanami is a lot gentler when you’re pregnant. he offers to do the work, thrusts gentler and less impactful, but he still feels so good

a few years after marriage, sex is still an ongoing thing, but it’s converted more into love-making and lazy intercourse because you weren’t exactly young. sure you both would go crazy a few times a week but it was difficult with a maturing kid in the room next to yours.

you both would also take the time to discover other kinks!!! always busy, it was a difficult thing to do, but in between taking care of kumiko and handling lighter missions, you’d find new ways to continue keeping your love and sex life exciting

nanami liked going slow with you too though whispering into your ears endless praises of how you were doing do well, settling into missionary so he could see how his thrusts still had the same effect it did on you years ago

“doing so well, sweetheart. that’s it… my pretty wife’s such a good girl f’r me.” 

nanami wasn’t against a second child, but sometimes he sees how much you go through in labour and in pregnancy that he becomes lightheaded with what could happen to you, especially with the unexpected illnesses that come with pregnancies. he told himself he would only grant you another if you ask for it

but then one day when kumiko prances up to you in the midst of her math homework, asking when she would get a little sibling and youre taken aback while nanami just chokes on his tea

yeah, sure, you taught her sex education way before her peers and how babies are made but you didn’t expect to actually ask the two of you straight up about having a sister or brother

that night, you mulled over the decision, and nanami mumbles into your neck from the back, ”don’t worry about kumiko, baby. she’ll probably forget it sooner or later.”

“but what if i want to give her one though?” you mumble, your smaller hand guiding his lower and lower…

“do you want to?” nanami only can suck in a breath when he feels your throbbing cunt, your nimble fingers showing his how you liked your clit to be rubbed. even if he knows you inside out he still lets you do it, “i do… do you, kento?”

his first name is whispered, breaking the tension and nanami has to hold himself back from handling you too roughly, loving the way you grin languidly.

oh, here comes round 2!

omg headcanons are so fun lol i never wrote 1k words so fast since they’re informal and chill

[auroraborealyss]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬' 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬.

⊹ pairing: morpheus x reader

⊹ summary: how morpheus, dream of the endless, the king of dreams, or as you know him: your love, expresses his love

⊹ warnings: some explicit language, but mostly none (however my inputs are slightly out of control in this one—case and point: this note)

⊹ word count: 3107

𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 you are talking to the king of dreams. the Endless who's responsible for seeing what people dream about, what they're scared of, and managing it. this is also the same Endless who thought it would be a fun idea to put his power into three of his favourite things. of course gifts is going to be his main love language

as the lord of dreams, of course his first instinct is to give you whatever you want. to create whatever you wan. he genuinely finds pleasure in creating something himself to give to you

(dare i say a kink)

has definitely fashioned a dream after you. whatever impact you have on morpheus (make him warmer, kinder, see the beauty in humans and their short but well-lived lives, etc...), that dream because that for others

no need to buy new clothes when he can just make you whatever you want

you want the top half of that one dress but the bottom half of another? check your closet.

you want the new book from your favorite author but it doesn’t release for another six months? check your mail.

you want that chocolate that was discontinued? check your cabinets?

even if you’re not in the palace of the dreaming at all times, he insists that you live in one in the waking world. so he buys/inspires an architect to make you your dream apartment/house

if its an apartment and you live by yourself? still gets you a three bedroom for no fucking reason other than he wants you to be comfortable. there used to be a hill that blocked your window? your architect was inspired to demolish it. you want it back? your architect is inspired to build one

if it’s a house, insert lazy river (honestly, if i had the money to waste and spend, i’d get one for myself. alas, the only lazy river i get is when my sink overflows) cue to you casually floating on a donut floatie while reading a book, doing laps around your house over and over again

if you do a form of art, you’ll get a room dedicated to it. a library. a painter’s studio. a photography room. sculpting nook. all of it and more.

there is nothing you could want that he could not give you

and never ever bring up money unless you want a mysterious and rude amount of money deposited into your account to wake up to

he'll also go to great lengths if you need a particular item (exhibit a: him going into the lake to get gifts for the fates. he did all that for his items, so imagine what he'd do for you)

but you want to know what the best gift he gives you?

his coc

𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 this man will be begging for you to let him do things for you. in this essay—

(did you see the calliope episode? because that part of episode 1.11 is basically exhibit b for this section)

someone said something mean to you? bam. they will be plagued by nightmares of someone he loves saying those things to him until he dies.

if you’re a better person than him and won’t let him mentally torture people for as long as he likes and thinks they deserve, he’ll omit telling you that he’s torturing people. what you don’t know, won’t hurt, right?

but if you’re flirting with the line that is morally good and you do consent to letting him torture people, he might show you his progress on them and their decaying sanity

“look at what i have done with the love i have for you.”

you still get nightmares when you sleep, not because he wants to hurt you, but because nightmares can actually help you. dreams can inspire us to be better, but so can nightmares. for example, being visited by a nightmare that shows you your fear of failing that test makes you wake up and be motivated to study. what he does do for you is restrain the nightmares? he lets them scare you enough to act as a motivator, but not extremely that you are crippled with fear and anxiety

protective morpheus (currently sobbing)

when you wake and leave the Dreaming, he’s gone but there’s always a cup of coffee with you

acts of service also include making others do acts. rather than get a phone, forces matthew to carry messages between you and him instead.

if you're studying and need information on something, he'll have lucienne prepare a stack of books, and maybe even notes, for you to see to when you return to him in the Dreaming

but the biggest act of service he can do for you is meet your friends

lets you drag him to parties and dinner and brunches

might not socialize (probably will not), and you might find him standing in the corner becoming a shadow, but he won't bother you to leave until you want to

he'll watch you the whole time

takes care of your drinks (and everyone else's)

or, he might follow you around like a shadow. no matter who you talk to, he'll be standing beside you, an arm around your waist

if you're a social butterfly, he admires that about you

if you're more socially introverted, he'll hang out with you in the shadows and leave when you want to, even if you've only been there for five minutes

basically he's a simp—and he might actually proudly admit to being one because who's the one who's dating you in the end?

𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 before his confinement, he wasn’t the most physical person. he wouldn’t pull away, but he didn’t reach for you either, though he always secretly liked it. after his imprisonment, he begins to reach for you. not just that, but he begins to crave your touch. touch is how he reminds himself that he is with you, you are with him, and that he is free

in public, it’s limited but clear that you’re together

the last thing he needs is hearing matthews’ teasing squawks in his ear about morpheus being the endless version of a cat

when lucienne catches pda, she’ll at least be respectful and dignified and not comment, though she will be grinning like a cheshire cat and her eyes will keep looking

your arm around his when walking around

his hand on your back

then your lower back

brushing your hair out of your face

sitting close enough for shoulder and legs to touch

standing close

(once again, I bring up the calliope episode—someone stop me from rewatching that over and over again)

did you see how close they were standing? then, when you thought they were close enough, he takes an even closer step? that. THAT.

whatever concept you have of personal space, a personal bubble, this man is inside it. yes, your arms might be linked while walking. but your sides will be pressed together.

and while it might appear that you're the one who links your arms together, he is the one who already has his elbow slightly bent and held out towards you

when you do hold hands, his thumb brushes over your skin absentmindedly, as if feeling your warmth isn’t enough and it’s a constant reminder of him that you’re there

but when you do the same to him, or gods help him, you squeeze it, he, with every fibre of his being, will feel it and nearly stop from the overwhelming feelings that threaten to send him to the ground

so keep it sparingly

...or not

kisses in public..truthfully, he's probably leaning towards no. full on make out sessions? probably not. when you guys are saying goodbye, i’m seeing more of a tight, slightly awkward dip of the head—a farewell not

but, bringing that calliope episode up once again, he won’t don't anything if you were to initiate it.

kiss on the cheek? you better hold that position for a few fucking seconds so you can let that man close his eyes and savour the intimateness that is the feeling of your soft lips against his cold cheek.

why don’t you press your forehead against the side of his head while you’re at it? you know, when you’re done kissing him but before you pull away. think of it as giving him a few seconds to revert back to cold, formal morpheus, dream of the endless, and not your boyfriend/partner

stares at you when you’re not looking

stares at you even when you're looking

stares down at you when you're asleep in his arms

stares up at you when he's down on his knees between your—sorry, wrong fic

imagine those intense eyes just looking at you and not looking away, not ashamed at taking in the beauty that is his partner

he has no qualms when someone is staring at you, because how he can be blame them

but he does have qualms when their gaze turns into a leer. that's when he'll send a couple nightmares their way for a few directions. not to mention, he'll turn his gaze from you to glare them down, and because they have now deprived him from admiring you for the few seconds this last, he blames it on them and gives them a...gift (and a visit to desire if he finds out they had something to do with it)

on the rare occasion that he's actually using his throne and sitting on it rather than dramatically sitting on the steps after he spread his coat out around him, he might let you sit on his lap (nothing more...in public)

not straddling him—god no—but sitting horizontal so your legs are over his lap and your side is against his chest with your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist

he does that when he needs to relax

he might whisper his problems and insecurities in your ear

but in private—in private—this man is draped over you

he’ll be like a cat who actually likes his owner and will curl up on you

if you’re cuddling, you’ll lie with your head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders, maybe playing with your hair

he may or may not use a bit of his sand to help you sleep if you’re having troubles entering his realm, but with him drawing random shapes on your skin or the steady rise and fall of his chest, or, if you're really lucky, he's reading aloud in that quiet, low, asmr voice of his, you're gone all too quickly

he always feels a bit stiff when the cuddle session begins, but after you lie down on him long enough, his limbs soften before gripping onto you tighter

but back to that no-such-thing-as-a-personal-bubble with him

walls

bringing into evidence, exhibit c: episode 1.03 with johanna constantine

why does he have to be so physically close with everyone (that isn't me)

likes to walk you backwards until you hit a wall

once you hit that wall, he may or may not take an even closer step

then closer

and even closer, but his arms are still in his pockets because he's cool and edgy like that (and intimidatingly hot)

close enough until he's kissing you

then he'll press against you to be even closer

we can unpack the trauma that being separated from everyone he loves for 100 years and being physically separated by a wall of glass some other day. for now, enjoy his closeness

because basically, close is still too far for him

𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 not 24/7 hanging out, because he is the king of dreams and he has a realm to run, but he does spend his time with you wisely, and just because you're not with him all the time, doesn't mean he isn't thinking about you all the time

his favourite thing is the two of you being in each other’s presence but working on your own things. he appreciates it more than he realizes, and during the times you sit to the side as he makes new dreams, he’ll sometimes put aspects of you in them—intentionally or unintentionally

when you aren't together, he'll still be consumed with thoughts of you

he thinks of you all the time, actually. and because of that, he also talks about you all the time, sometimes subconsciously. and sometimes with no reason at all—or perhaps the only reason he needs to bring you up is because you're you and he's in love with you

"y/n did extremely well on her project, did you hear?" "did you hear about my report on the rogue nightmares, sir?" matthew asks. "she worked very hard on it. i'm proud of her."

thinks about you when doing research in the library with lucienne

wonders about you when going on walks with death

mentions you on dinners with hob

dates with him doesn't have to be the most exciting thrilling thing. in fact, he likes living in domestic bliss with you. doing dishes together. helping you with laundry. watching a movie. people watching. walking your pets.

he usually leaves you alone when you’re awake and uses that time for his duties while you’re busy doing awake things anyway, but when you do fall asleep and are in the dreaming, that’s when the two of you are always together, stuck at the hip (and we're back to the closeness)

takes you out to dinner everyday where he listens to you talk and rant about your day and give you suggestions. he eventually does the same with you, and you become the first person he goes to whenever he needs consultations for his problems

insert jealous hob when he finds him and you eating and morpheus actually talking to you and not just sitting there quietly like with him

but hob gets over it (he doesn’t) and sometimes he’ll join dinner with you guys.

family dinners in his realm with you, hob, death, lucienne, marvin (and only because you invited him), matthew (though morpheus gives him a dog bowl rather than a plate)

during the moments the two of you are together, he treasures and cherishes it

and during the moments when it's just the two of you together, he'll definitely make it worth both your while

drawing it out (if you know what i mean)

and i mean, teasing you for hours and sessions that go until you wake—

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ha no. did you see how emotionally constipated this man was? how he can't tell calliope he still loves her, admit to hob that they're friends, and ask for help from death? words are not the dream king's weapon

the most you get is a term of endearment, like my love or my beloved

always 'mine' though

but this Endless is not about to spout off a pride and prejudice speech at you, so don’t bother waking up early and going for a hike. just sleep and hang out with him in the Dreaming instead in silence

however he does have a beautiful voice—one that as his partner, you are allowed to take advantage of. cue making him read pride and prejudice at you (especially that speech: “you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love…i love…i love you. i never wish to b parted from you from this day on.”) you with his head on your lap, him sitting against a tree with the branches over the both of you for some shade. one hand is holding up the book, the other is absentmindedly twirling your hair. when he finishes the line, he looks down at you, slightly amused but completely enamoured, especially at the giddy expression on your face, and he dips down to kiss you

he tells you that he inspired jane austen to write that speech for you—it’s up to you if you want to believe him or call it bullshit

while he might not be giving love confessions every three seconds, he does give you compliments. and not just when you do something that warrants a compliment, but randomly. because to him, everything you do is majestic and needs to be acknowledged as so

"you're beautiful" when you're in casual clothes, sweats, pyjamas, (or bare)

"what would the world do without you?" when you hold open the door for an elderly couple

and you know he says it against your ear, voice low, his whispered words hot and heavy. maybe even a little raspy—

but just because he might not be the chatterbox on the block, doesn't mean he doesn't want someone talking to him

so don't give him the silent treatment, because when he does, he becomes insufferable to everyone

he's all curt to lucienne. snappy with matthew. demanding with poor marvin. sharp with cain and abel. rude with death. threatening with desire.

no one has nice dreams and nightmares become so much worse

not you, of course. you're still sleeping perfectly fine, but you realize something's wrong when you meet up with your friends and one of them hasn't slept in days while the other hasn't woken up in days

if it's his fault, it might take death for him to realize his mistakes and apologize to you. again, no long speech, just the simple words, "i'm sorry. i was wrong. please forgive me, my love." and considering this man's flaw is his ego, that is more than enough

and if you tell him to say it on his knees he will as he whispers it against your—

but if you're at fault, he won't back down until you apologize. however, he won't leave you alone. he'll always be there in the corner of your eye, waiting for you to apologize. and when you do, he'll purse his lips, nod, and say nothing. but you'll know he's already forgiven you when his eyes soften and he gives you that soft smile that's reserved for so few people

he might not talk to you, but he does want you to talk to him, so ramble away

let's not get started on what he says in private, but i'll tell you this. he isn't so silent anymore, and he will definitely appreciate whatever you tell him in whatever form—and might even strive to create and draw such sounds from you

a plea

a cry

a groan

a whimper

a scream—

in conclusion, this man will love you with every piece of him. (and if i could, i would do the same morpheus please just give me a chance)

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 1.06 𝗍𝗈 1.11. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 this 𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽?

𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 14𝗁 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽

𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘶𝘴' 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

[ascendanttarot]

PAC: Messages From Your Spirit Guides

Hi everyone! This PAC will cover whether your spirit guides have any messages or guidance for you. This is a little shorter than the last PAC but only a little bit, promise! I'll list a few signs for every pile before your reading to ensure you have picked the right pile for yourself. If you resonate with one or more signs, that is meant to be your reading. And! You’ll get a channelled song! :)

Please remember your fate is not set in stone so your answers may change depending on the actions you take and will take if you please. Tarot is not a substitute for professional advice. The images I’ve used are not mine.

From left to right: Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3

Pile 1

Signs:

You play guitar or favour the sound of acoustic guitar in your songs

You listen to the following bands/artists: Hozier, Florence + the Machine, Mitski, and other similar artists

This is a weird one, but when cleaning you like buying the sprays/wipes/detergent with a fruitier smell?

You like going on nature walks

You read poetry

Your cards: The Tower, Queen of Cups rx, (clarified by the Six of Swords rx) Page of Wands

Your message: Something unfolded in ways you could have never imagined. It’s like all your backup plans fell apart too, and your optimism has been taken away from you. I just heard ‘victim of circumstance’. This is a difficult message to give, but your guides are saying whatever happened, happened beyond anyone’s control. You tried to shield yourself from these difficult emotions by hardening your heart, creating distance between you and your feelings... but you’re spirit guides are asking you, “Is this really worth it all?”. It won’t be an easy feat to move on from this situation, and your guides understand that. However, they’re saying that when the time comes and the right opportunity is in front of you to take that first step of healing, please take it. The best part of your life requires a childlike sense of wonder. It’s going to require a lot more determination and ambition than what you’re feeling now. Your guides are saying to take your time to feel messy, and when it’s time to heal, don’t rush yourself to do that too. They’re here for you if you ask them. They believe in you even if you don’t believe in yourself, but they are waiting patiently and happily for a time when you’ll start standing by your back too.

Thank you for letting me be your reader, Pile 1!

Song: In Your Own Sweet Time by Zaska, Karen Cowley and Hozier

Pile 2

Signs:

You have an alternative sense of style

You love 80s music. I just heard Wham and The Cure to name a few of the bands that popped up in my intuition

Odd sign to give, but you may have had a vaporwave phase? If you know, you know

You like Fantasy and Sci-Fi books and shows

Another odd message to give here—you may be sensitive to touch, but it goes both ways? Like you can only wear certain fabrics, or you like soft things, but also people may say you give good hugs

Your Cards: 8 of Swords rx, 6 of Cups, The World

Your Message: I just saw the image of your spirit guides popping open a bottle of champagne with a knife before chucking (yes, that violently) streamers and confetti! You know why? Because. You. Did. That. You’ve just come out of a period in your life when you had to do some intense shadow work. You’ve worked on your biases, and have started to fix your flawed systems on your environment and yourself; your spirit guides could not be more proud of you. They’re celebrating 24 hours a day 7 days a week because that chapter of your life is over! This new phase of your life will be given gently to you with the love and compassion you deserve. I think this may be an opportunity to let yourself be seen by others again. At the very least you’ll be hanging out with old friends and making new ones, but at the most, I’m seeing possibly an opportunity for a project to start online. Either way, your spirit guides will have your back for that in the future. For now, though, they’re asking you to put your feet up and high-five yourself for how far you’ve come!

Thank you for letting me be your reader, Pile 2!

Your Song: Blame It on the Boogie by The Jacksons (I’m serious, they’re having a party right now haha!)

Pile 3

Signs:

You prefer the dusk over the dawn

You like RnB, so artists like Victoria Monét and Ashanti might be familiar artists to have in your playlists. I also heard Destiny’s Child and Ms. Lauryn Hill

I feel like you might like, collect, or work with crystals and metals. I just saw some people here may wear protective jewellery

You like sports, or were heavily involved in sports when you were younger, but you aren’t anymore

I just heard ‘helping hand’, so you may just be a really helpful and generous person. You’d be the friend people go to if they need advice on something

Your Cards: 2 of Wands, 2 of Swords, King of Cups

Your Message: Okay this feels pretty straightforward. Your spirit guides want you to know that you’re coming into a divine partnership (not necessarily romantic if that’s not you’re thing or if you’re aromantic, so this could be a friendship or a business partner even) very soon. With the emphasis on the number two in this reading, this may correlate with timings in your life. You may meet this person in 2 weeks, 2 months, or even within the span of 2 years, but there’s a strong message of divine timing working in your favour. I feel you may have issues trusting the people around you to have good intentions because of negative experiences in the past. This person won’t break that mental belief for you, you’ll do that yourself, but they will certainly be the catalyst for it. Maybe the reason why you’re so jaded is because you’ve hoped for this so long the hope soured to cynicism, but this is not the natural state of your soul. This person will offer you the emotionally mature partnership you’ve dreamed of, with a sensitivity for you and your feelings you aren’t used to. Your spirit guides can’t wait for you to meet them because I’m hearing this relationship will be healing for all the parties involved. They’re with you on this every step of the way.

Thank you for letting me be your reader, Pile 3!

Your Song: Love Is on My Side by Brandy

[hisokaisdaddyz]

Going shopping with the Adult Trio!

Hisoka,Illumi and chrollo!

Hisoka

Hisoka definitely wouldn't be the one wanting to go home.

You would.

You'd be on the verge of tears.

He'd just tell you.

"One more shop, dear~ I promise~"

He said that 3 stores back.

This man will literally go from shop to shop buying almost everything.

You'd remind him you only have 2 arms and so does he.

But he'd disregard your words and take you to the 5th shop.

Don't look or touch at anything

This man WILL buy it, if you glance at it, BOUGHT, if you touch it, BOUGHT, if you even call it cute, BOUGHT.

Cosmetics.

The cart would be full of cosmetics for you both but mostly for him.

He's spending at least six hundred at each shop.

Don't worry about picking out the right outfits.

You have HISOKA, the most fabulous man I've ever seen with you.

He'll make sure you're straight.

Illumi

Man, I don't even know what to say.

He's definitely going to be on some weird shit.

But he'll do the same as Hisoka, if you even look at it, he'll buy it for you.

He'll even ask you to try on something he likes.

And he'd definitely buy Cologne or perfume thinking it'll be good because of the name and drink it.

And you'll wonder why all you're perfume keeps going out fast.

Anyways, he's going to follow you EVERYWHERE.

If you need help putting something on don't call a store clerk call him.

Illumi won't even allow them in.

He may go overboard with the shopping IF you deserve it.

But he's patient with you, he'll tell you to take your time.

He'll even buy him something.

But he'll enjoy it.

He gets to see new things.

And you take him to a lingerie store and let him pick out what he thinks would look good on.

He's picking everything out.

This man thinks you look good in everything.

His fashion sense is just as good as Hisoka's don't worry babe, he's got this.

Chrollo

Just like everyone else.

You want you got it.

He'll be reading while you pick out what you like.

He compliments you every time you show him an outfit.

He ends up putting his book down and lets all his attention go on you.

He'll carry all your bags for you.

Take you to a book store.

And you'll have a little coffee date.

You two will pick outfits out for each other

The shopping will last for a 1 or 2.

So, I guess we can see who I favor the most, COUGH COUGH ILLUMI AND HISOKA.

anyways, my requests are open, If I can do it I will.

Sincerely Mrs. Morrow~

[luvendiary]

Fic Recommendations <3

some fics that i really like and if you haven't read the yet, you totally should! i will update this regularly! feel free to recommend anything so i can put it on here!

Percy Jackson

Percy

the witch and the fish: the illustrious son of the sea is spending the summer in the hamptons with his family and unbeknownst to him an old friend is his next door neighbor for this summer.

talk to me: in which (y/n) gets hurt and says a few incriminating things while in pain.

my boyfriend: in which percy is the coolest person in the world— right behind you, of course

[14:20]

Various

how they would hold your hands

attractive things they do

characters as romance tropes

How to Train Your Dragon

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

dating hiccup would include

fluff alphabet

"what's all this blood?"

Various

dragon riders christmas gift headcanons: dragon riders open up their xmas gift from their s/o and it is a very detailed wood carving of them riding their dragon.

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

these will mostly be daughter!reader, bc i have a soft spot for hotch as a father.

if we had five more minutes...: (aaron hotchner x daughter!reader) hotch wishes he had five more minutes.

hotches daughter: morgan and reid bring you down to ask you some questions on a recent case, not knowing who your father is.

why: you mourn over the death of you adoptive mother.

they'd bring you back: you’re an unsub’s latest target, but your personality is way more than he bargained for. 

Spencer Reid

how to play the game

tear me apart: based on episode 23, season 7. where the reader gets caught in a bank heist

work song

roomate!spencer coming home after no one remembered his birthday

Voltron

Keith Kogane

i'm not going anywhere: you’ve been dating keith for about six months, but you’ve only recently met his group of friends. he’s worried that they each have more to offer you than he does, and his insecurities eat away at him until you calm him down.

imagine keith kogane breaking you out of a galra prison

dating keith kogane

bf keith hcs

lucky charm: teaching lance the ways of smooth flirting are very hard , and for keith , acting as your practice dummy is even harder.

allura´s sister: being the younger sibling to Allura meant no eyes were on you, that is until Keith met your gaze.

pain: even when fueled by pure fury and determination

lance´s sister: keith kogane finds himself being questioned by one mcclain to find himself answering to the other

keith with an artistic s/o

hc keith dating allura's younger sister

the five times he didn't

runaways: in which you and Keith are both runaways who end up meeting outside of a motel – neither of you have enough money for one room, so you end up taking a risk and putting your money together, buying one room between the two of you – despite being complete strangers.  

sunshine: Keith Kogane was insufferable. An absolute nightmare to be around. So why are you getting visions of him kissing you?

change of plans: now that Keith Kogane is a rockstar, it’s become very difficult to decipher whether someone likes him for him, or for his money. So, he’s decided to just stay as far away from love as possible. 

Various

reuniting when he returns to earth

paladins accidentally hurting reader

Harry Potter

Marauders Era

Remus Lupin

the girl with the books:  james and sirius notice that it’s not the books that keep remus in the library, and are determined to know whether you – the object of remus’s affection – return his feelings.

we'll never have sex: you’re used to boys wanting one thing and one thing only from you, causing you to be thrown off when Remus Lupin kisses you, just to kiss you. based off of “We’ll Never Have Sex” by Leith Ross.

heavy handed: your debut as the marauders’ new guitarist doesn’t exactly go to plan when remus gets handsy with you on stage.

bassist!remus x reader

remus giving a sweet little message before playing the song he wrote for you.

James Potter

we deserve this life: your beautifully regular life with your husband years after the war

james bodyguard au

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter

imagine being wolfstar's daughter and having a jily type love story with harry

Fred Weasley

always little wolf: while y/n and Fred walk home in the snow, the simplest conversation makes Fred sure of one thing, he's going to marry that girl.

Theo Nott

the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you): y/n and theo get dared to spend 7 minutes in heaven and interesting conversation ensues.

last kiss

theodore nott as your boyfriend

what's it like to be theodore nott's girlfriend

MCU

Peter Parker

celestial beings: there's a reason why peter parker can't keep his eyes off of you.

something to remember me by: reader and happy visit may's grave and peter is there. you don't remember him

daddy's got a gun: (tasm!peter x hotchner!reader) in which peter meets your dad - aaron hotchner.

just barely: (tasm!peter x reader) “okay, peter. are you afraid of spiders?”  “no.”  “then can you go get the one in my apartment?”

heated

Bucky Barnes

the bet: the agents at SHIELD have not taken well to Bucky’s pardon. When he’s injured on a mission under suspicious circumstances, you take matters into your own hands.

Narnia

Peter Pevensie

the golden witch: y/n returns to narnia with the pevensies and discovers something powerful about herself.

jealous confessions: war times are complicated and feelings tent to get overwhelming. when jealousy hits peter, he doesn't know what to do, you don't know what to make of it, and you two end up… "confessing".

an unexpected turn: your night took an unexpected turn when you follow after the high king during an important ball. you certainly didn’t think the stroll would lead to a fencing lesson.

Edmund Pevensie

taking care of you: edmund sneaks in to make sure his queen is alright.

set during the events of prince caspian

hearts are beating: reader discovers that she’s pregnant and tells their s/o, edmund

[simpingcorner]

Daughter of the Shadows Ch. 4

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: mild violence (mention of stabbing, mention of physical fighting), blood, mention of alcohol, mention of gambling,near death experience, mention of Kaz’s past, Kaz Brekker (I know it shouldn’t be a warning, but Kaz’s ability of dealing with his feelings is a warning to me),not proofread, let me know if I forgot something.

Author's Note: Fourth chapter to my Grishaverse fanfic. I really hope I’ve done Leigh’s Kaz justice, so tell me if it’s out of character or anything. Also tell me if you want to be added to the taglist. A reminder this is insipred by my SoC DR so it’ll follow both the books and the show plotlines, there will be changes to the canon characters and their storylines, it’s also a Kaz Brekker x OC. | English isn’t my first language so please bear with me and tell me if there’s something wrong. I hope you like it.

all rights to leigh bardugo, i only owny liith and her backstory (other ocs will be introduced later)

Read other parts here: ch. 1 - ch. 2 - ch. 3 - Ch. 5 -  Ch. 6

CHAPTER 4

KAZ

The legends and myths whispered around the Barrel about Kaz Brekker were enough to keep everyone he’d meet on their toes, or so that’s what they’d all think. So many stories had been spread about his past, his family and where he’d come from, yet, only a small number of people knew that everything that was whispered in the streets of the city was wrong.

Myths, that’s what it all was, just myths, legends, stories. Every violent act was cautious, studied, every plan came with enough back plans to cover all the letters of the alphabet, twice.

The stale, humid autumn air filled the office, the light from the street lamps reflected off the glass creating dancing figures on the dark walls, the window was ajar a sign that the boy was waiting for news to arrive, he had sent the girl to gather information on Jellen Radmakker before the moon greeted them, he knew that the council's 'business' dinners usually lasted well into the night, which meant that the information would arrive just before dawn, he had other things to worry about, he couldn't waste time worrying about her.

A knock on the door distracted him from the papers and documents he'd spent hours studying, "Boss." Specht's voice surprised him, "What have you found out?" he asked motioning him to close the door behind him, "They've targeted a new shipment coming in at the end of the month, six grisha. They don't know the location or the exact day they'll arrive but they have an exclusive to buy them before anyone else does." Kaz sat behind his desk, hands clasped on his cane, his gaze fixed on the window. "OK." He simply said not shifting his gaze from the window, the older man knew not to expect a thank you, a good job, Kaz had never thanked or complimented anyone and yet Specht knew he had done a good job, he knew he was important in Kaz Brekker's gang and he didn't care to spend the rest of his life without a thank you or a good job, as long as he received his money he would accept whatever Kaz told him to.

The closed door of his office muffled the noises of the Club below him, he could vaguely hear the screams and cackles of the pigeons too drunk to realise how much they were losing, the blue eyed man wiped his hands before closing his shirt and putting on his gloves, gloves that were now a second skin to him, created especially for him, they had grown with him, they stood by him in all his jobs, every moment of his life had been lived by him as much as by his gloves. He knew he shouldn't compare his gloves to the girl's, but part of him knew he didn't deserve them, not when the girl had learned to live without hers.

He closed the door behind him, hiding the key in the pocket of his trousers, his injured leg hurting more than usual, reminding him of the past, reminding him of things he would like to forget.

The place was full, the line of customers waiting to get in was longer than usual, he noticed Big Bolliger at the door busy arguing with some waiting customers, Joe was busy pouring yet another drink for one of the players, satin clad women and girls were sitting on the laps of men old enough to be their fathers or rich enough to afford lovers in every corner of the city, just the thought of wanting to touch multiple people for sheer pleasure made Kaz's stomach turn, reminding him of how much experience he was losing, he shook his head, trying to banish the thought and concentrate on his Club, on his work, on what was really important, his Dregs, his employees were focused on their work, some were intent on shuffling their cards, ready to cheat yet another hand, others were moving like eels between tables bringing drinks to customers, his gaze studied the whole place, a part of him knew something was wrong when he noticed Jesper's absence, the Zemeni should have been guarding the door but the place was too quiet.

 "Jesper." He just said to Anika as he approached the bar, the boy's authoritative voice made the girl wince, the raven-haired girl's lips were twitching, her eyes used to travel to the boss's face were fixed on the bar behind him, "I don't know." she said before returning her focus to the drink in front of her, "Anika. " the girl's eyes tried not to look at the boss, to fixate on anything else, she had to tell him what was going on, but she didn't know if she was more scared of Kaz or Lilith and as much as she disliked the girl the fear she felt was stronger than the hatred and contempt; it was when she noticed Specht appearing in the doorway that her face betrayed her, Kaz's gaze shifted in the direction the girl was looking, Specht followed by a blonde girl dressed in red were running towards the stairs, it was not uncommon for one of the boys to bring a tourist or someone they met on the job into their room but Kaz knew that this girl was not there for Specht.

He tried to forget the pain in his leg as he followed the pair up the stairs, they passed the first floor confirming Kaz's theory, the blonde wasn't there for Specht, the blonde already knew where to go, skipping the last step of the third flight of stairs she headed to the left, ignoring all the doors, aiming for the last white door in the hallway.

"How is she?" She asked, opening the door and rushing in, "She keeps losing and regaining consciousness." Inej's voice sounded like a mirage, the neat, clean, white blankets of Lilith's bed were untidy beneath her body.

Kaz stood in the doorway, hands clenched on his cane, the metal began to cut through the leather of his gloves and the skin beneath them. In any other building in the world it would have been mistaken for an omen of death.

He forced himself to look at Lilith as Jesper helped the blonde tighten the bandages on Lilith's side.

Kaz shuddered as in his mind the image of Jordie appeared more vivid than ever, the feeling of his brother's cold, swollen skin against his own was drowning him. He was drowning in Jordie, in Lilith dying on the bed in front of him.

The blonde muttered to herself as she worked, one hand on Lilith's wrist and the other tight on the bandages on her side. Kaz watched her carefully and could see her counting Lilith's heartbeat as she tried to stop the bleeding.

That was why, when the blonde interrupted her mumbling and looked at Lilith, her eyes slowly widening, Kaz felt his own heart tremble and almost stop.

The blonde let go of Lilith's wrist, dropping her hand to the floor. She put her hands together, the first two fingers overlapping each other, before lowering them onto Lilith's chest. It was as if Kaz could feel Lilith's heart slowing instead of speeding up. He watched the blonde repeat the movements, determination, panic and fear visible on her face as her eyes began to glaze over.

Kaz swallowed and felt the ocean sweep over him again. He saw Lilith staring at him, dead and lifeless just like Jordie.

Her bright brown eyes were empty, dull.  

Inej was praying, clutching Lilith's wolf-bone daggers. Jesper was motionless, for the first time since he had met Kaz, his red eyes were fixed on the body of his best friend. Kaz saw the hope diminish in the blonde's eyes.

The blonde sobbed, repeating the movements again, she brought her hands to the brunette's chest, much more forcefully than she should have. She held them there, begging and pleading with the brunette's organs not to give up. To fight.

Second by second she felt the brunette's pulse start up again. The heartbreaker kept her hands still on Lilith's chest, terrified that if she took them away her pulse might stop again. Second by second the colour began to return to Lilith's face, allowing the blonde to sigh relieved and lower her tired head.

Inej released a sob, thanking and praying to her saints.

"Bandage her wound." Said the blonde to Jesper, noticing the boy's sly smile return to his face, the Zemeni took a bandage from one of the drawers behind them and knelt at Lilith's side pulling up her bloody shirt and gently resting the bandage on the wound, Kaz's eyes watched the scene, he hated everything that was happening in front of him, not just the wound, not just what that wound would stop Lilith from doing, he felt helpless, he knew he had to help her, he hated seeing Jesper do something he had promised her he would do.

"Lils, you shouldn't sleep on the job." Jesper's voice was broken, a mixture of happiness and concern. "Look who's talking." Kaz's eyes snapped to the girl, he had forced everyone back to work except for Inej and Jesper who had stood their ground and would not leave the room until Lilith woke up, and Milana, the heartbreaker who had sat at the foot of the bed and not moved for hours waiting for Lilith to wake up.

"Saints, Lils don't ever do that again." Said Inej hugging the younger one's neck, "I didn't want to be stabbed." replied the brunette returning the hug, "I did my best, please don't do anything too dangerous, even if it doesn't hurt. I know it will be difficult but please I don't want to see you in that condition again." "I'll try, I'm not promising anything." The two exchanged a knowing look, which did not go unnoticed by the other three Crows, before Milana got up and left the room, leaving the four Crows behind the closed door. "Do you know each other?" Jesper asked breaking the silence, "When you do our job you have to have connections." Answered Lilith leaning her back against the wall, the sun was rising illuminating the room, "I'm fine." assured the girl after a few minutes of silence, "If I find out you did this just to not feed my crows I swear on the Saints I will never forgive you." Inej said before following Jesper out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"I feel your disappointment on me." Said Lilith turning to look at Kaz, the boy was leaning against the dresser, his cane in front of him, his gloves resting on the wood to his right, "You didn't report after dinner." "Sorry next time I tell those perverts to let me report before attacking me." The sarcasm in the girl's voice would have carried serious consequences if it had come out of anyone else's mouth. "Is that all you're here for? To tell me I should have waited until I died to report?"

No. I’m here for the promise I made you long ago.

"No, I needed to know when you would be able to return to work." Kaz's face was serious, impassive, Lilith's was pale, a veil of disappointment so thin as to go unnoticed by the inexperienced eye, but Kaz was not inexperienced.

Tag list: @awkwardbean4337 @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy

[rocksandrobots]

Phantoms of the Past Chapter 42: Mission Possible Part 1

"Seriously, where are you taking me?" Tadashi laughed as his brothers led him down the school hallways with a blind fold on his face.

"You'll see," Hiro said, as he opened a door.

Tadashi heard an odd humming noise, as if a generator was being turned on.

"Okay, okay. You've had your fun, but I got my finals to work on-" the blind fold was ripped off his head and he stood in front of Varian's portal. On the opposite side was a Japanese shrine. The mid morning sun streaming through the autumn leaves contrasted with afternoon sunset outside the lab's window.

"Ta-da!" Varian proclaimed as he stood proudly next to the machine.

"What's this?" Tadashi asked.

"I got the spatial portal working again!" Varian explained.

"And, to test it out, we're going to volunteer you." Hiro smugly said.

"Yeah... nooo thank you." Tadashi shook his head. "Finals are coming up and I don't want to be stranded halfway around the world."

"Not even to see Grandma?" Hiro asked.

Tadashi looked at him in surprise.

"We opened a portal to Kyoto." Varian confirmed. "It's a few blocks off from her address, I'm still going to have to tweak some things, but you could take the bus there easy."

'Really?" Tadashi said. "You mean we can just go see Baba whenever we want to?"

"So long as the authorities don't catch us, yeah." Varian replied.

Baymax waddled forward carrying a duffle bag. "We've packed you an overnight bag."

"It's already got your passport and some yen in it." Hiro said.

"Along with some clean clothes and your allergy medication." Baymax finished.

"We'll pick you up at these same coordinates Monday morning before class." Varian informed him as he ran around the lab, checking the portal's readings.

Tadashi took the duffle bag from Baymax with a disbelieving smile slowly forming on his lips. "This is for real... wait. Aren't you guys coming?"

"Someone has to stay here and work the portal. Also I may have promised Karmi that I'd help her study for her biochemistry final."

He sheepishly grinned at that statement and Tadashi flashed him a wry smile. "Finals, huh?... suuurrre. Just don't have too much fun 'studying'." He winked.

"Come off it." Hiro said as he gave his brother a playful shove.

"What about you, Varian?" Tadashi asked.

"I'd love to see Japan, and maybe next time I will, but I already promised Fred and Mole that I'd go to some sort of comic book convention with them this weekend."

"You go on and have fun." Hiro said as he led Tadashi to the portal. "And tell Baba that we love her and will see her later."

"Thanks guys. This means a lot to me." Tadashi said as he blinked back tears. "I'll see you on Monday!" He called back to them as he ran through the portal and waved them goodbye.

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"Why am I here again?" Gogo asked.

"Because you wanted an excuse to get out of helping Wasabi and Honey Lemon clean HQ." Fred pointed out.

Gogo popped the bubble gum she was blowing. "Yeah, and I'm begining to regret it. Scrubbing toilets would have been better than this."

She gestured at the convention center in front of her where people were decked out in costumes and geek memorabilia.

"Oh come on Gogo. Think positive. There might be something here that you would enjoy." Varian said, as he read the itinerary. "Look, see, right here. They got sword fighting and maylee matches on the green. Now tell me, seriously, wouldn't you like to wack people up side the head with a foam club?"

"Nope."

"Okaay... What about kickboxing? They have a weekend long torment."

Gogo paused and seriously considered the matter. "Where's the sign up at?"

"See I told you, this would be fun." Fred gloated.

"Okay, so they got one cool thing here. Don't go off the deep end and buy me a bunch of weeb merch or something alright."

"Well of course not," A snobbish voice came from behind him. "A refined lady such yourself deserves more than cheap plastic knick knacks. Like expensive jewelry, or a mink coat."

Gogo was unamused "Mole, what did we talk about?"

"What!? I'm staying six feet away, just like you asked." Mole defended.

"What are you dressed as?" Varian asked as he took note of Mole's costume. He looked like a skunk, but Varian couldn't figure out why any one would dress as such an animal.

"I'm The White Stripe. He's the Fearless Ferret's arch nemesis. I also got the exclusive first edition Fearless Ferret comic. I'm going to get Timothy North to personally sign it!"

"No way... Timothy North is here!?" Fred gasped. "He hardly ever comes to conventions! Oh, this year's superhero convention is going to be the best!"

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"Thank you, Kim, for helping me set up my table." Timothy North said, as he leaned on his cane.

"Oh no big, Mr. North." The young woman said as she placed a cardboard box upon a plastic folding table. "Ron wanted to come to the convention anyway."

"Yeah, ugh, and this way we get in free! Huff..." A young man behind her said, as he carried a stack of much heavier boxes and dumped them on to the ground. "Phew.... This is hard work. Ruffus! Hit me with a Bueno Nacho break."

A mole rat popped out of his pant's pocket, gave him a thumbs up, dived back into said pocket, then scurried back out, carrying a bag of chips. He stopped at Ron's shoulder, opened the bag, and tossed a chip into his waiting mouth, before eating one for himself.

"Yummm, yup, I am so glad Bueno decided to expand into the fast food gig. Now I can have nacos on the go."

"But you already carry nacos everywhere you go?" His girlfriend said.

"Yeah, but this way it's less messy. No more cheese leaking in my pockets. Right Ruffus?"

The mole rat on his shoulder nodded enthusiastically in agreement before taking another bite out of another chip.

Kim rolled her eyes and pulled out a stuffed animal made too look like ferret. "Where you like for me to put this, Mr. North?"

"Oh you can set it anywhere. In fact, I can do the decorating. Why don't you two go and have some fun? Surely there's something here at the convention you're wanting to see?"

Kim shurgged, "I'm mainly here for Ron, and to get my mind off finals."

"Ah, college thesis time, huh?"

Kim nodded. "I have to write my doctorate's dissertation on Political Economics. Then it goes to peer review and... ugh."

Kim nervously bit her thumb. Ron placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry KP, you got this. You'll do fine. You always do. Hey, in the mean time let's check out some of these food fusion stands they got. Noodle Burger, hotdog sushi, and something called a Yaki Taco? Hmm... Oh wait! It's Teriyaki Tacos. I get it now!"

Kim gave her boyfriend a grateful smile and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Well, I am a little hungry." she admitted, as they walked over to the food court.

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"Alright, game plan." Fred announced as they entered the main convention hall. "We need to get autographs from Miracle Maiden, The Fearless Ferret, and Captain Fancy, and there's already lines forming, so we need to figure out the best orde-"

"Here are your autographed memorabilia sir." A stout, bald gentleman in a tux interrupted. He was carrying arm loads of toys and merch.

"Ah, thank you Geeves." Mole said. "You can take those back to the mansion and have the rest of the day off. I shan't be needing anything more today. I believe."

"Thank you sir." The man gave a half bow to the teens, and then left.

"You cheated!" Fred whined.

Mole only rolled his eyes. "Please. I'll still get to meet everyone. I just didn't want to hold up the line. Anyways I'm heading to Timothy North's booth first." With that he waved the vintage comic book in his hand and started to walk away.

Fred was fuming. "Alright, new game plan! We need to gather all three autographs before Mole does."

"We?" Gogo echoed.

"Okay, okay, I mean 'I', now will you please help me?"

Now it was Varian's turn to roll his eyes. "Fred, I thought you and Mole weren't going to fight anymore."

"We're not fighting." Fred insisted, "I just need to collect more nerdy stuff than him so that I can rub it into his face before I can rub it into mine."

Varian and Gogo exchanged skeptic looks. Fred ignored them.

"So, Varian you got your issue of Miracle Maiden, right? Well then you get in line to meet Lima Lopes and have her sign that. Gogo, you go with Mole to and have the Fearless Ferret sign.. umm.. uhh. sign... oh have him sign your convention itinerary. And I'll have Henry Reeve sign my exclusive original Captain Fancy fancy-pants!"

He lifted up his shirt to show the comically short puffed pantaloons underneath. At least this time he had gratefully decided to wear regular jeans under them this time.

Varian sighed and gave Gogo a hapless shrug. She rolled her eyes, but followed after Mole towards the Fearless Ferret booth without further complaint.

Fred jumped for joy and rushed over to the Captain Fancy booth. Varian could see him tormenting the poor embarrassed actor with said shorts, as he neared the end of his own line.

The elderly lady sitting at the booth didn't even bother to look up from the paperwork she was signing. As Varian neared she only held out her hand expectingly, and in an annoyed voice rattled off prepared speech. "Autographs are $60 dollars, $80 for merch, no photos." 

"Umm..." Varian dug into his pocket. He was put off by the woman's demeanor but even more surprised by the price. Varian couldn't imagine paying so much for someone's signature. Not even for someone really cool, like Flynn Rider. Oh well, it was fred's money to spend, not his.

While Varian dug in his pockets for the cash Fred had given him, the woman grew impatient and started to grab the empty air repeatedly. When nothing was forthcoming, she gave a deep sigh and finally looked up. Then her eyes went wide with surprise.

"Wait.... I know you."

"You...you do?" Varian stuttered, confused. He was sure that he had never met the aging actress before.

"Yes!" She stood up suddenly and grabbed a prop spear that was on display next to her. "You are a warrior!"

"W-warrior?" Varian began to back away, but the older lady excitedly hooked her elbow around his own.

"It is written all over you. I can not tell you how refreshing it is to meet another like myself. Oooh... tell me of the battles you've been in! How many enemies have you slain?"

"Battles!?" Varian stiffened. Who was this woman? What did she know? "Umm... I'm afraid you're... you're mistaken. I've not slain anybody."

"But you have the mark?"

"The mark?"

"Yes!" She gently touched the tip of her spear to his hair stripe. Both began to glow.

Varian gluped.

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Ian Williams scanned the crowd of convention goes with contempt; assessing their threat level and dismissing them almost immediately.

"You know, Kim, the Noodle Burger was too crunchy, but I think they really have something here with this Yaki Taco..."

He overheard one particularly annoying blonde haired man say just a little too loudly.

Ian rolled his eyes. That one was particularly incompetent. No, he needed an opponent that would give him a challenge. One that would put his name on the map...

That's when he spotted a familiar goggle-headed teen.

"Perfect." Ian whispered, before slipping his helmet over his head.

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"I see you decided to go the minimalistic and route this year, Tim." A smiling, tall, thin man said as he leaned against a lifesize cardboard cutout of himself. Said cardboard cut was dressed in a superhero outfit with a giant letter F on the front, and was considerably younger, with less gray hair, than the real man standing beside it, but there was no mistaking that they were one in the same.

Mr. North fought back a groan. "I see you're as ostentatious as ever Hank."

The taller man gave a hearty laugh, much to Mr. North's annoyance. He then went back to manning his own booth. 

"One autograph, please." A short preteen said, as he neared the table. 

He was dressed in a skunk costume and was waving a Fearless Ferret comic. 

Behind him was an older teen. She has no costume but was wearing a pair of roller skates for some reason. She seemed totally disinterested in Mr. North and the Fearless Ferret as she popped her bubblegum. 

She pulled out a copy of the convention's itinerary and, without a word, tapped the kids shoulder with it. 

The preteen grabbed it from her. "Make that two autographs, if you would." 

Mr. North forced a smile and tried to make polite conversation. 

"Ah, issue one I see. Quite the rare one." 

"The rarest." The preteen grinned. "It took forever to find a copy."

"And whom should I make it out too?" 

"Richardson Mole." 

The girl behind him gave a fake cough. 

The kid rolled his eyes. "Oh and the second one is for Fred." 

Mr. North shrugged. It was an unusual name for a girl but not unheard of. 

As he was finishing signing however, Mr. North heard a loud scream coming from the other end of the autograph booths.

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Varian screamed as a giant hand made of pink glowing energy materialized out of thin air and wrapped around him. He was lifted several feet off the ground as he kicked and squirmed against the energy construct.

An evil laugh sounded from behind him and Hardlight flew onto the scene on top of his hover disk.

"It's time for Round Two, Varian." He gloated. "Let's see how well you do without your little superhero buddies to help you out."

"Oh no, you don't!" Lima yelled and hurled the prop spear at the supervillain. It glanced off the side of his helmet, cracking the dark reflective glass. As it did so, the glowing hand dissipated and Varian started to fall.

Kim witnessed the entire exchange. She didn't know any of the people involved in the fight, but as soon as she saw the boy fall she jumped into action.

She hopped up onto a stand, grabbed the end of a banner, and swung to catch the teen.

"Wooah!"

"Are you alright?" She asked as they landed safely on the floor.

"Yes... th-thank you." The boy stuttered.

"Oh, it's no big." She dismissed.

"But you could tell us why tall, dark, and glowing over there is after you," Ron said as he joined them.

"Thaaast's a long story." The teen said as she nervously shuffled his feet.

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Hardlight didn't pay attention to his prey escaping his grasp. He was too busy seething at the impertinent old woman before him.

"You dare." he hissed at her.

"Oh, I dare." She smirked as she cracked her knuckles and took up a defensive position.

Hardlight wouldn't be made the fool of!

He conjured up a giant shark made of light. The convention goers screamed as the shark flew through the air, its jaws as solid as steel, chomping after them.

The old woman yelled an unintelligible battle cry, jumped up to meet the creature made of light, and wrapped her arms around the fake shark's mouth, snapping and holding its jaws shut as it tried to wiggle out of the chokehold.

Hardlight couldn't believe what was happening. "What the-"

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Mr. North shared a knowing look with his friend Hank.

"Here you go, kids." He said, shoving the autographs back at the two teens. "On the house. I need to see a man about a... uh… thing."

And with that, he grabbed his cane and hobbled away quickly behind a curtain.

Hank followed after him moments later.

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Gogo didn't pay any attention to the celebrities' hasty retreats. She was too busy pulling out her phone, as she skated to a more secluded spot.

'I called the gang already.' Said Fred's text.

"Ok, I'll join you shortly.' she replied back.

She skidded to a stop inside an empty panel room and pressed the button to call her super suit. She didn't notice Mole following her.

"wooo... huff... boy are you fast, dreamgirl." He huffed as he leaned against the door to catch his breath.

"Mole! What are you doing here?" She hissed.

"Uh... it's called the buddy system!" He admonished. "You need to stick with someone when there's an emergency situation. Everyone knows that duh."

Suddenly a rocket flew through the open window of the room.

"What's that?" Mole asked.

Gogo groaned.

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"So let me get this straight," Kim grunted as she kicked a light creature away. This one looked like a jellyfish with stinging tentacles. "You're a superhero, and the weird glowy guy is your arch nemesis?"

"I'm not a superhero," Varian complained as he tossed a spare chimball at another jellyfish. It dissipated into fog. "My friends are the superheroes, and this guy just shows up from time to time causing trouble. I don't know what his deal is."

"Either money or ego... usually it's money," Ron commented as karate chopped a light eel in half. "Though sometimes it can be both. What I don't get is the underwater theme here. You'd think with light monsters he'd go with something more 'airy' like birds, oh, or aliens!"

Varian threw another chimball. The light squid chasing after him froze in place and then shattered on the ground. "So what about you? Are you two heroes?"

Kim seemed a little embarrassed by the insinuation. "Oh, no, not really. Just think of us as a couple of good Samaritans."

"Though, considering how many times we saved the world, we kind of are," Ron added, as Rufus hopped off his shoulder to stomp on a light crab running at his feet. "Good job buddy." He congratulated the mole rat as he scooped him up and placed him back in his pocket.

Varian threw a third chimball, this time aiming for Hardlight's energy disk. Hardlight saw it though and dodged out of the way. The chimball splattered on the ground in a sticky puddle.

"Don't think that you forgot about you." Hardlight hissed and hurled what looked like a giant pink killer whale at him. Varian stumbled back. Then suddenly Lima jumped in between him and the whale and punched the light creature in the snout.

"Arrgh! De volta às profundezas salgadas com vocês!" She yelled as she wrestled with the oversized monster.

"Wow... Grandma gots some moves." Ron commented.

Varian desperately dug into his pocket. "Uhh... guys... I think that was my last chimball."

"Look Out!"

He ducked as Kim punched another eel. She shook her hand. "These things are tougher than they look."

"It's hard-light energy," Varian explained. "It solidifies photons into hard matter using supercooled rubidium."

"Cooled?" Kim asked, picking up on the science a little bit. "I'm not a chemist, but would heat destroy them?"

"You mean like turning the heater on?" Ron asked.

"Probably something much hotter than that," Varian said.

"Like what?" Kim asked.

"Yaaahh-Hoooo! Fredzilla to the rescue!" Fred yelled as he jumped into the fray, breathing fire at the light creatures.

"Like that," Varian answered.

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"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmyg-"

"Mole."

"Ohmygosh. You're Big Hero Six!"

Gogo sighed. "Mole."

"Well one of them at least. This Is so cool! Ugh, could you not be any more perfect?"

"Mole!"

"What!? I'm still maintaining the six-foot rule."

Gogo rolled her eyes as she placed her helmet on her head. "Not that. You do understand that you can't tell anyone about this, right?"

"Oh.. oh, mum's the word. I promise." Mole said as he made a zipper motion over his mouth.

"Good. Then I need you to stay here where it's safe." She said as she grabbed her disks.

"Oh, b-but I want-"

"No buts. Stay." She ordered before skating away.

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Hardlight was not having a good time. He had expected a one-on-one battle with Varian, and maybe to have Big Hero Six show up at the last minute. He had not counted on fighting a suicidal granny with super strength and a couple of ninjas as well. He was particularly annoyed that one of those ninjas was the blonde-haired guy he had dismissed earlier. Ian hated being wrong. Hated it.

Just to rub salt into the wound, another BH6 member arrived on the scene and knocked his hover disk out from under him with a throw of her discus.

"Oooff... you think that's funny?" He grumbled as he got up. "Six against one? Well, Let me even the odds."

He pressed some buttons into his gauntlet and his light creatures disappeared. Only to be replaced by a giant pink octopus with eight fat tentacles.

"Eww. Gross." Kim complained as one of the tentacles grabbed hold of her.

"Kim!" Ron chased after her, only to get captured by the tentacles as well.

Varian and the annoying elderly lady got snatched up next.

"Hahahaha! Now, who's outnumbered?" Hardlight gloated, as another tentacle chased The Speed Queen around and Lizard Guy tried to fight off another.

"You are, foul fiend!" a voice called out.

Hardlight looked up in surprise to find a man floating in midair, seemingly without any equipment. He was dressed in an absurdly pink and purple suit, with an F on the chest and stupid-looking old-fashioned pantaloons in place of pants.

"Who the heck are you?"

"Eeeep! It's the real Captain Fancy. In the flesh!" Lizard Guy squeaked as he jumped out of the way of another tentacle.

"I knew he was real! I knew it!" A short kid dressed as a skunk yelled from the sidelines. Speed Queen nabbed him before a tentacle could grab him.

"And don't forget his friendly rival, the Fearless Ferret." Came another voice, and before Hardlight knew what was happening, another man, dressed as a ferret, snuck up behind him, grabbed one of his gauntlets, and gave him a swift kick in the side.

The gauntlet came off as Ian fell on his back with a hard grunt, and the light octopus faded away. 

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"Mr. North?" Kim asked as righted herself.

The Fearless Ferret winked at her and put a finger to his lips.

"Well, it's about time you two showed up." The older woman said.

"We had to change." Captain Fancy defended as he landed. "Not everyone is as flippant about revealing their secret identities as you are, Lima."

"Oh my gosh! You're the real Miracle Maiden!" The guy dressed as a lizard yelled.

"Uh... guys... I hate to break up the superhero reunion, but the bad guy is getting away." Ron interrupted.

"I'm on it." The girl in yellow armor said. She tossed another discus and it split into two, with a rope attached in the middle, and wrapped around the fleeing supervillain.

She then started to skate over to retrieve said villain when the whole building started to shake.

"It's an earthquake!" The kid in the skunk costume screamed and the gathered crowd started to panic once more.

While the costumed heroes rushed to help people escape outside, Kim and Varian and to help the girl on skates up.

That's when thick vines burst through the ground and began to wrap around everything they could latch on to.

"Uh oh."

"What is it?" Varian asked.

"My arch-nemesis." Kim gulped.

[easily-distracted-ivashkov]

Honestly I saw this tiktoker who made a really good point, who said. For those that do not like Adrian in the VA series, it's more than likely due to Rose not begin that into him. We are getting her pov and thoughts. So since she doesn't like Adrian, some fans may feel the same way.

I took that to mean, in Bloodlines because it's much more of a slow burn romance, we are seeing more of Adrian's vulnerable and emotional side. Rose in VA just writes him off as this party guy womanizer. But Sydney see more than that. She pretty much tells Adrian, you can drop that I don't really care act. Cause I'm not buying, you can do great things and you know it. And that is when I think Adrian really started to fall for Sydney. He couldn't impress her with his title, money or looks. He really had to show her his mind and have his actions speak for him. Sydney is an Aquarius, showing who you really are is going to win them over (I know I have an Aquarius). That is probably why us Adrian stans since VA, fight so hard for him and tell people to read Bloodlines. He is much much deeper in Bloodlines than VA.

Also side note I can't stop laughing at the fact that all three of them are Fire Signs. Cause it explains so much about their love triangle 😂😂🥴

- Golden Ruby 💠💍

Hello Anon! I haven't gotten any of these in a long time so first off, thank you for taking the time out of your day to send this wonderful message to me!!!

Second, I agree with you entirely!!! The first six books are as you pointed out, told from Rose's point of view and we can tell right from the get-go that she didn't exactly like him so of course even while they dated, she was bound to have poor thoughts about him (one scene that comes to mind immediately is when Adrian was drinking after Tatiana was murdered and Rose saw him through Lissa's eyes and straight up referred to him as a coward over his only way of knowing how to cope. Something that truthfully made me lose some respect for her tbh).

Third, Adrian is a WONDERFUL character and is my favorite for many reasons! He has his own demons and struggles he battles with constantly (keeping his literal sanity in check is only one of them). And I'm so glad he and Sydney ended up together because there's genuine love and care for each other; that's what Adrian honestly deserved through everything was just love and someone to care about him. (Another scene came to mind from the books of Adrian mentioning how he never imagined himself being anyone cried over). I think a lot of people often forget that while yes he was spoiled and rich, he still seemed very neglected and not to mention all of the verbal abuse from Nathan. I can honestly go on and on about Adrian but again, he is a character with depth and I truly don't think he deserves any of the hate that he gets. He just wanted to be loved, that was all.

[ailendolin]

Whump Wednesday - 48 - Yonderland

Title: Soon [AO3]

Characters: Dissectus/Voltari, Ho-Tan

Prompt: Dissectus fluff fic - Prompt sent in by the lovely @psychninaaa2.

A/N: I know it's not quite your birthday yet but I hope you will have a fantastic day tomorrow and enjoy it with the people you love! 💙

Prompts are open, so if you want me to write a story for you as well just send me an ask with the fandom, characters and your prompt. I’m writing for Ghosts, Yonderland, Horrible Histories and Bill at the moment.

Six Idiots Whump Wednesday / Fluff Friday masterlist is here.

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Soon

Voltari was nervous.

That feeling was not particularly unfamiliar to him – something his parents had never been too happy about – but letting it show was. He’d been patiently waiting for the Council session to end and everyone to hurry off to the kitchen for dinner before pulling Ho-Tan aside and all it had taken was one look at his face for her to ask, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Not too long ago, Voltari wouldn’t have allowed his face to be such an open book, easy for anyone to read. It would have caused his downfall at best and his death at worst. Overlords were trained to sniff out weaknesses a mile away and exploit them ruthlessly, and Voltari’s stature alone had always made him an easy target for thinly veiled threats and attack. It had taken him literal decades to convince the other Overlords that he wasn’t the weakest of them all despite his lean build.

He wasn’t among Overlords now, though; he was among friends and Ho-Tan, as squirrely as she so often tended to be, was perhaps his closest confidant besides Dissectus. Which was exactly why he’d chosen to go to her for counsel in the first place.

“Nothing is wrong,” he said at last before her mind could come up with a hundred different and equally ridiculous scenarios to worry about. “I … merely request your advice on something.”

Clearly intrigued, Ho-Tan raised one of her eyebrows. “My advice? On what?”

Voltari took a deep breath. “It is Dissectus’s Name Day tomorrow and I … I wanted to make it special for him.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Ho-Tan smiled just like he knew she would. “Who doesn’t love a celebration in their honour?”

Voltari sighed. “The thing is: I have no idea what that even means – celebrating a Name Day. Overlords, we – they – don’t really do that. Not even for children.”

A shadow passed over Ho-Tan’s face but faded just as quickly.

“There is no right or wrong way to celebrate a Name Day, Voltari,” she said softly. “It all comes down to one thing, really: making the other person happy. How you do that is completely up to you. You can buy or make them something you know they’ll love; or you can prepare their favourite food and take them to a special place that means something to them, or to both of you. Whatever it is, as long as you have their happiness in mind, you can’t possibly go wrong.”

Voltari thought back to the wrapped present he had hidden away in his closet.

“I … I managed to track down a copy of an old book Dissectus loved as a child,” he admitted quietly. “He was … maybe ten years old when it got banned, along with countless others, and I know he still mourns its loss, silly as it may sound. His words, not mine.”

Ho-Tan smiled softly. “I don’t think it’s silly at all. We all have things from our childhood that hold a meaning others wouldn’t understand. It’s a wonderful gift, Voltari.”

“It just doesn’t feel like it’s enough,” Voltari sighed. “It’s his first Name Day and he deserves more than just a book.”

“Don’t underestimate the power of the written word, my friend,” Ho-Tan said. There was a teasing note to her voice that let him know she wasn’t completely serious. “What’s Dissectus’s favourite cake?”

Voltari blinked, thrown by the question and sudden topic change. “Lemon?”

“Then the two of us are going to bake him a lemon cake tonight after everyone’s gone to sleep,” Ho-Tan said, linking her arm with his. “And we’ll put up some decorations in the garden so you two can share a nice breakfast tomorrow morning. How does that sound?”

“Like you just saved me from making a fool of myself,” Voltari said earnestly.

Ho-Tan laughed and pulled him towards the kitchen. “You would have done just fine with that book of yours, Voltari. Trust me. It’s often the little things that count the most.”

Voltari would try to remember that.

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It was still dark outside when he got out of bed the next morning. Pulling on his dressing gown to ward off the cold, he grabbed the wrapped up book and silently made his way to the garden to get everything ready. The cake was still where they’d left it to cool last night, safe inside a box. Next to it two plates were stacked alongside two forks, one knife, two glasses, a bottle of wine and a picnic blanket – all courtesy of Ho-Tan. Voltari spread out the blanket on the grass, careful to straighten out all the wrinkles, and placed the cake in the middle of it so it would catch Dissectus’s eye. Then he got up and lit the lamps until one by one, the garden was gently glowing with golden light, giving it a dream-like atmosphere.

Voltari paused for a moment to take it all in: the lamps, the garlands, the banner that said, “Happy Name Day!” and the blanket with the cake. His heart began to flutter nervously, knowing there was no going back now. Everything was ready – almost. Kneeling down, he placed the book beside the cake. It had cost him a fortune to track it down, and it had taken way longer than he liked to admit. He’d only gotten it a week before Cuddly Dick had summoned them for the first time – a lifetime ago now. So much had changed since then; some for the worse but most for the better. For the first time in his life, he could go to sleep at night without having to lock the door behind him in anticipation of an attack. He had friends, and not just in secret. He was allowed to openly enjoy their presence and let his guard down around them – something he was still working on but getting better at with every day. But most importantly, he had found peace here, and hope: hope for a future with Dissectus by his side, just like he’d always dreamt of.

Just like Dissectus had dreamt of, too, he knew.

There really was no reason for him to be so nervous right now and yet Voltari found his heart beating a mile a minute as he made his way back inside and down the hallways to Dissectus’s room. He knew better than to walk in unannounced. They might have shaken off some of their old habits but waking an Evil Overlord, even a former one, without warning would still be utter madness.

Not fancying a dagger between his ribs, Voltari quietly knocked on the old wood.

As predicted, Dissectus was awake at once. “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Voltari said quietly, not wanting to wake anyone else.

A few seconds later, the door opened. Just like him, Dissectus was wearing a dressing gown. While his eyes were bright and alert, the rest of his face was still softened by sleep and his hair gently mussed. Voltari’s chest tightened with longing at the sight.

“What’s wrong?” Dissectus asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Did you have another nightmare?”

Even as he shook his head Voltari felt a wave of affection wash over him. “No, nothing of the sort. I just need you to come with me.”

Dissectus’s eyes narrowed. “Come with you where?”

“It’s a surprise,” Voltari said, offering him a small, shy smile that he hoped would come across as earnest as the words were.

Slowly, understanding dawned on Dissectus’s face and he allowed himself to be pulled out of his room. Their slippered feet whispered over the stone floors as Voltari led him towards the garden. Just before the hallway made a turn, he stopped and turned towards him. “Close your eyes.”

“Voltari,” Dissectus said hesitantly.

Voltari reached for his hand. “Please. Trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

A moment passed, filled with nothing but the sound of their breathing and the weight of their gazes. Then Dissectus nodded and closed his eyes – a sign of trust that nearly took Voltari’s breath away.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He gently tugged at Dissectus’s hand and after turning the corner, blindly opened the doors to the garden behind him. “Careful – there’s a step.”

Dissectus’s hold on his hand tightened for a moment – then there was grass beneath their feet and he exhaled softly. “Why are you taking me to the garden?”

Voltari smiled to himself.

“It’s a surprise,” he said again, knowing how much the words would drive Dissectus mad. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure everything was still as he’d left it – the cake, the lights, the banner – before he turned back to Dissectus and said softly, “You can open your eyes now.”

To him, it seemed like all the Realms held their breath as Dissectus took in the sight in front of him. His face didn’t betray any emotion, and Voltari began to fear that he might have made a mistake, that using something as deeply personal as a Name Day for a surprise had been the wrong thing to do.

Then Dissectus turned towards him, his face filled with open, unabashed wonder like Voltari had never seen it before. “You did all of this … for me?”

Feeling relief rush through his veins, Voltari smiled.

“Ho-Tan helped but – yes, I did. I … I wanted to make this day special for you, seeing as we could never celebrate it before.” He paused and pulled Dissectus into a gentle hug. “Happy Name Day, Dissectus.”

He felt Dissectus huff out a laugh against his shoulder – not one meant to mock but one filled with surprise and delight. Dissectus’s arms came up around him and when he returned the embrace, Voltari couldn’t help but close his eyes and enjoy their closeness for a moment.

“Thank you, Tari,” Dissectus whispered against his neck. “Thank you.”

There was a lot hidden in those words – a lifetime of longing for something so simple and ordinary yet completely unattainable for them; memories of all the times they’d spent this day together in the past and couldn’t acknowledge it; and a happiness they had fought so long and hard for, had risked everything and bled for to finally be able feel it within their grasp.

It’s been worth it, Voltari thought to himself as he pulled back and looked into Dissectus’s crinkly eyes.

Later, those same eyes would be brimming with laughter when Voltari told him about his cake baking misadventures of the night before, and after that with tears when Dissectus unwrapped the book he had been missing for decades. Now, though – now they were soft with affection, and something else – something more. Something Voltari could no longer deny feeling too.

Soon, he thought to himself and tentatively intertwined their fingers to lead Dissectus to the blanket. Dissectus smiled at him as if he’d read his thoughts and agreed. Soon.

[faccal]

I swear, the way Lord John Grey looks at Jamie is gonna be the death of me. So full of love, sadness, David Berry is such an expressive actor he literally only needs his eyes. I'm almost halfway through season six, and there's a scene where the current governor is reading aloud a letter Jamie had written to him, standing down from his position for Indian relations, mentioning personal obligations are preventing him from continuing (he didn't exactly say that, but I have poor memory, lol) let me tell you, the confused and even angry expression John made just staring at the letter when the governor set it down. He then asked John if it was a letter of resignation or possible rebellion (Jamie is joining the Sons of Liberty y'all) John's face immediately relaxed and he went back to his calm, cool, masked self stating "I'm sure it is only the former."

The episode goes on and they see each other at Mistress McDonalds (the way these two men stare at each other, look at each other, see each other, is gonna fucking kill me) they have to stop some people from tar and feathering a printer (side by side, John grabs a broom covered in tar for defense lmao) and later when Jamie tells John what he's gonna do, John's eyes get full of so much sadness and worry. When he says something about Jamie potentially dying he seems to cut off and his left eye twitches really badly. (I've never seen his eyes twitch once in this show)

He also then says "you may lose your life" to which Jamie replies "or gain my freedom", with a retort of "freedom from what?" From John. Honestly I just, these bebes are so tragic and sad and I just wish they could all be happy. I really want John to be happy but Jamie loves his wife so I'm just sad about these two men and how far they've come. The whole episode John looks so sad, concerned. Anytime he looks at Jamie it's almost as if he's worried it's the last time. I just....ahshdhdjdhjcc. These men deserve better, as does Claire. These three have been through so much and I love them all.

Also in one of the promos for this episode, Sam (Jamie) talks about where his character is during this episode, and David (John) mentions how his character is torn between his loyalty to the crown, and his loyalty to the Fraser family *cough* Jamie *cough cough*.

I shouldn't ramble about these two, but they equally make me so happy and also terribly sad all at once. My books should be in within the next two weeks, I order them on the 16, the nine outlander books and the four lord John novels. I intend to buy the other side novels she's written, in order to get more information and to see my babies on paper. The Scottish Prisoner is about Jamie's time with John at Helwater* (originally I put Ardsmuir but that's only because I hadn't actually explored what each individual Lord John novel was about.) I'm excited to see them all on paper!

I must. Consume. Everything. Lmao, I just can't handle these two damnit. Also I've grown to love Claire, I really didn't care for her in the first season as much. I did enjoy her character and I loved the story, but upon my third watch through, I did start caring more about her. Frank's story is pretty tragic I think,and I do believe she was selfish for not letting him go, but these characters are portrayed so realistically. Often times you'll see unrealistic characterizations, or characters who always know the right way and nothing goes wrong. They have no flaws. These characters in Outlander, do have flaws. They have emotions,thoughts, opinions, they aren't created two dimensionally (for the most part, there are exceptions) and I just love the depth of each of the main characters. I just, enjoy the show. I am Scottish, mainly, though my family has lived in America for a long time. My ancestor Hateville, who came over and settled a town near where I work, is buried close by as well. I watched for the Jacobites and stayed for the storyline lol (and some of the drama)

Alright, enough of my nonsense and rambling, for it already makes little to no sense.

[pcrfectstorms]

𝙼𝙰𝚇 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳 ; 𝚖𝚊𝚡 & 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎-𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜

fyi - i haven’t read the stand alone max book and i don’t intend too, from what i have seen i hate the characterization of both max and billy in the book and it doesn’t fit into my vision for max, however, billy giving her the nickname ‘mad max’ 100% keeping that one.

max was really young when her parents divorced, they were high school sweethearts who married young and fell out of love - no big disaster or drama’s they just grew apart and divorced when max was three. she doesn’t have many memories of her parents together, but she does have happy memories of weekends and holidays at her dad’s house, of weekend trips to the beach and the skate park. her dad taught her how to skate when she was barely even three years old, after forever finding little max trying to go on his full size board, so he got max her own skateboard, and weekends soon became father-daughter bonding over learning to skate.

when max was six her mom got a new boyfriend, neil, who max took an instant dislike too - he tried to tell he what to do, which pissed little max off, he wasn’t her dad. however, she was excited to have a new step-brother billy,  but try as she might to win him over the older blonde boy never showed much interest, despite her attempts to befriend him and win him over with movie nights and fort building, her attempts often went rejected, leaving little max’s own resentment to grow toward her new brother.

however, she’s often tag along with him to the beach, and would beg him to teach her to surf, she figured, if she could skate, how much harder could it be, right? it was skating but in the water. so, after much convincing she talked her dad into buying her surf board for her birthday that year, and begrudgingly she managed to convince billy to teach her the basics, although he did get a chuckle out of when she was knocked on her ass by a wave, like you’d expect from a big brother. so, their beach visits became somewhat of a truce between them, and something they both enjoyed.

max, unlike billy was never subject to any physical violence from neil, and she’s sure the only reason for that was the fact her dad would have beat the living shit out of him if she’s showed up at his house with unexplained bruises. she hated neil, despised the man and couldn’t understand how her mother could love a monster who beat his own kid, regardless how much of an ass her step-brother could be, he didn’t deserve that. mostly, max would hide in her room whenever neil kicked off at billy, but afterward she’s sneak down to the kitchen to get some ice and the fist aid kit and sneak into his room, often he’d tell he to fuck off, but sometimes he’s let her in, and let her help.

max was always a bit of a wild child, she had no problem with back chat at he mom, or step dad, and on more than one occasion got into a fight with a boy at the skate park for telling her girls shouldn’t skate. even before max knew what a ‘feminist’ was, she most certainly was one. and neil hated that, hated how mouthy she was, and she’d often hear him berate her mom for how her daughter spoke to him.

another point of truce for max and billy was their shared love in horror movies, although the first few billy had made her watch to try and scare her, unfortunately for him that didn’t work and only kick-started her love of horror and gore movies, of weekend’s where their parents were out and she wasn’t at her dad’s they’d watch movies together, and on one of these nights the title in question was ‘mad max’ and hence the nickname mad max was born.

[hotchley]

🐨 Hello hello! So, I turn 18 tomorrow and that is a WEIRD feeling. I suppose, with the time difference, it’s actually already my birthday where you are. I know that from today to tomorrow I’m not actually a whole year older, just a day older, because that’s how time works, but it’s still just A Lot to realize that in 3 hours, I’ll be an adult. At least I’ll be able to vote! That’s a perk.

I finished SoC and am almost done with CK. Both just amazing books. I adore them. The writing is so PRETTY! “He needed to tell her…what? That she was lovely, and brave, and better than anything he deserved? That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her around. He needed to thank her for his new hat.” Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh such a good romance, Kanej is. And Inej’s chapters a beautiful too. The one where she’s climbing up the incinerator always gets me.

Have you watched Shadow and Bone? They’ve changed a few too many things for my taste, but the cast is amazing! They all portray their characters super well. My friend and I watched it the other day while making bracelets for the Taylor Swift concert we’re going to in June.

Also, you are not failing at being a lawyer. You are learning to be one, and you are trying to become a good one, and that’s more than a hell of a lot of other people are doing. You have all the intelligence and tenacity and real, genuine GOODNESS inside of you already. You’ll pick up the actual law stuff quickly enough :)

Happy Birthday!! I hope your day and year is full of light, love and a whole lot more adventures <3

The switch from seventeen to eighteen is a lot though. Here it's voting, buying alcohol, for some people giving blood (I'm too anemic and also something else for that though) and just generally being classed as an adult. Like you suddenly form the 18-25 group. You age out of a lot fo child's services. WEIRD.

I must reread at some point- but only once I've read the books I've not yet read because there are so many. I think my mum and sister getting me a Kindle was simultaneously the best and worst thing they ever did. Babel was on a deal a while back so I brought it and once I've read all the hard copy books I want to read I'm going to start it!! But yes, Kanej is everything.

I've started. I'm on episode six of season one, but the problem is that I remember nothing. Also I only care about the Crows. I tried reading Shadow and Bone years ago and I just couldn't get into it. The school librarian thought I'd enjoy Six of Crows though. She was very much right :) I do like watching the edits and the interviews though! Oh I'm so excited to hear about the concert!! What do the bracelets look like?

I'm going to a candlelit concert for my birthday! It's my present to myself. I also keep missing out the l in candle it's very random...

That's very sweet of you to say. I think I'll show my friends. They'll appreciate it just as much as I do <3

[gaeilgeoirgay]

Whumptober 2022

Day Five 

TW- buried alive

honour thy mother

“Honour thy father and thy mother, boy. This is why I do this.” Charles says coldly as Spencer digs his own grave.

He’s watching Spencer intently as he digs, his face a mask of disgust.

“I tried. She was sick, and they could help her.” Spencer tries to defend himself. He can still recall his mother’s panicked cries as the sanatorium workers took her away. The curse of an eidetic memory, really.

But it doesn’t mean he deserves to die! Does it?

“You told me. You had her locked away. That ain’t honourable. It’s a sin, boy, so I’m gonna lock you up too.” Charles says and Spencer stares at him in confusion. In response, Charles bends down to lift something from behind a nearby grave.

He struggles with it, it’s heavy, but eventually, it comes into view as Charles drags it towards him. It’s a coffin.

Spencer drops the shovel and backs away, eyes widening, but Charles simply points the gun at him and he stops retreating. Spencer’s mind whirls, trying to remember the facts.

He’s six foot one, a standard coffin is six feet five inches and can hold roughly 900 litres of air. The average body takes up forty of those, so there should be around 840 litres, maybe 815 if he’s being conservative. 175 of those litres are oxygen. He’s healthy and of average height, if he can keep his heart rate steady he should have 6 to 7 hours worth of oxygen.

After that… Spencer just hopes Hotch understood his message.

The gun is still trained on him and Charles nudges the shovel with his foot meaningfully. Spencer swallows and picks it back up, continuing to dig. Charles hasn’t displayed as many signs of organisation as Raphael and Tobias is extremely disorganised, but Charles seems like the type to want the full six feet.

If he can delay finishing the grave as long as possible, he can buy himself some extra time. Unfortunately, Charles isn’t stupid. He snarls impatiently at Spencer and grabs the shovel harshly.

“No more stalling. I would’ve liked the full thing, but as long as you’re locked up, I’ll take it. Get in the coffin.” He demands. Spencer hesitates but the gun is still a threat. He gets in the coffin.

He lies down flat on his back and tries to memorise the stars above as Charles slides the coffin lid home. As the sound of nails being hammered filters through the wood, Spencer thinks, almost hysterically, that at least if he dies no one will have to pick out a coffin. They can just transfer him in this one.

There’s a solid thump above him, and then four more in quick succession. The thumps continues as Spencer realises he’s hearing dirt being shovelled on top of him. Charles is burying him.

He wills himself not to panic, knowing it will increase his chances of survival, but it’s hard. He decides to just read in his mind, flipping through the books he has stored in his memory.

First, Spencer thinks through Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, all thirteen volumes. It has 1.3 million words, it should take at least an hour. The team will be here by then right? He finishes Proust. Next he tries Cyrus the Great, 2.1 million words over ten volumes. It takes almost two hours to finish that, and the team still aren’t here. He’s halfway through his oxygen.

He decides on Stephen King, the complete works, 5.8 million words or thereabouts. It’ll take four hours, give or take. He knows his reading time will slow down as he gets more and more tired from the lack of oxygen.

Spencer is almost finished Dreamcatcher when his eyes slip shut for the first time. He doesn’t know how many precious minutes he loses but when he blinks awake, the air somehow tastes even staler.

He tries to pick up where he left off, but his mind is sluggish and the words slip through his brain like water.

His eyes close again. He wakes sometime later, but ht cant keep them open for long. His team have to get here soon, or he’s going to suffocate in this wooden box. That should make him panic but he doesn’t have the energy.

The next time he falls asleep, he doesn’t wake.

“Come on, kid, you’ve gotta be here somewhere.” Morgan mutters as they search the cabin desperately for Reid. It’s not big, and he’s nowhere to be found. This plantation is almost fifty miles wide, and they don’t know Reid’s condition. He could be bleeding out twenty miles away and they’d never find him in time.

“Everyone split up and search the grounds.” Hotch orders and Morgan can hear the desperation in his voice. Hankel, their only lead, is dead, shot through the eyes by a deputy after he opened fire on them.

Morgan leaves the cabin with the others, flashlight already on. They spread out, calling for Reid but there’s no answer.

Morgan rounds the back of the cabin and frowns when he notices the shovel leaning against it. It’s covered in dirt, and it’s fresh.

“Guys! I think I’ve got something!” He yells, spotting a patch of upturned dirt, recently covered. It looks like a grave and Morgan has the grim feeling that’s what it is. They’ve had cases where the victims were buried alive, and they found them in time, so right now he has to believe Reid is still alive.

The others come running to join him as he lifts the shovel and starts digging. The soil is loose and moves easily. The rest of the team and the various cops around the place grab as many implements as they can and start digging with him.

It doesn’t take long before his shovel hits something solid and he renews his efforts, shifting dirt as quickly as he can. As soon as the coffin is uncovered, he reaches down to find the latch and yanks it open, heart dropping at the sight of Reid’s closed eyes.

He checks his pulse frantically, fingers seeking the thump of his heart. It takes three long seconds before there’s a faint movement beneath his fingertips.

Morgan puts a hand beneath Reid’s nose, and a shallow puff of air across his hand lets him know Reid is somehow still breathing.

The relief is instant. Reid needs a hospital as soon as possible, but for now, he’s still breathing. Morgan hasn’t lost him yet.

[justmybookthots]

18 Dec 2023

I read a bunch of books for the past few weeks and I mostly disliked them so I'm just going to make this wrap-up as quick and painless as possible.

Six Crimson Cranes

Honestly? The writing isn't half-bad. The premise and storyline was a whole lot of fun, and I adored most of it. The saving grace / highlight of this entire story? Raikama. This woman made me cry. Yes, I actually ended up shedding some tears for her at the end of the story. I loved her character tremendously, and I just… felt she deserved the world.

I only WISHED the rest of the main cast was as interesting. I'm furious that Seryu isn't the male lead. We were fucking robbed, y'all. He is a gazillion times more interesting than Takaan. Oh Gawd. The romance is the worst romance I've ever read. I don't buy anything here. I don't care. 

Unfortunately, Raikama wasn't enough to save the story for me. If I don't care about the leads, then I don't care about the book. While I don't follow this rule for thrillers, books of that genre are the only exception to that rule. It's that simple. 

Silence of the Lambs

It's funny because this book is the total opposite. I was extremely fascinated by Hannibal and I thought he was the highlight of the story. However, I didn't care for the rest of the thriller. I'm not the biggest fan of books—in fact, I hate it—where the killer's identity is revealed at the start. I don't mean Hannibal, by the way; I'm talking about Buffalo Bill. That's what the majority of the plot circles around. It sucks out all the tension for me, and I need to say that even for a police procedural, this was a very dry, very tedious read. There was just too much detail on extraneous parts of the book. 

Okay, it wasn't entirely extraneous, but it might as well have been. I didn't need chapter after chapter of the police people doing police things in excruciating detail before finding out something mildly important. I have read A LOT of police procedural thrillers, and this is by far the worst. Most of it just involves you sitting there waiting for the main leads to connect the dots that you... already know.

City of Glass

I finally read this! I preferred City of Ashes, but it wasn't a bad book. I think out of everything in this wrap-up, I liked this book the best. After watching the paint dry with Silence of the Lambs, reading a storyline that actually gripped me and kept me turning the pages was MOST welcome.

I do think, though, that Sebastian was quite wasted of a character and he died too easily. But the twist with how Valentine broke through the city's wards was AWESOME. (And also the Hodge twist? *chef's kiss*)

In my opinion, the series should have ended here. I really am hesitant to continue with the rest of the Mortal Instruments series. I know the next three books go to shit, and I... do not know if I want to waste my time with the brain rot. This would have been quite satisfying as an ending, and we REALLY don't need any more existential drama from Jace.

(Also, I still think Simon is garbage and I wish he didn't exist.)

Juniper and Thorn

Ava Reid, you are my mortal enemy. YOU are the reason I'm in a slump right now.

I think a lot of people would like this book, and I don't blame them. The fantasy elements are beyond fascinating, and I think that the story is far superior to Six Crimson Cranes. I couldn't put the book down. I think the level of darkness is just enough for me—any more and it might feel too much. (I was actually expecting more.) The ending twist was pretty good, and I wished A Study in Drowning had produced some kind of twist in its conclusion too.

That said, the heroine is an idiot who does idiotic things, and if this wasn't fiction, she'd be pregnant, duped by a man and even more fucked over than she already was… which is saying something, given her familial circumstances. But because this is fiction (but a very unconvincing one), Sevas, the hero, is a decent man. I do not know why he liked her, I do not know why this romance had to happen, and I do not buy any of this charade with its insta-love and lack of chemistry. I still think Takaan and Shiori were a smidgen worse, but this is a close second. 

Marlinchen is the type of foolish, sheltered heroine you'd read in The Only One Left by Riley Sager, the one that makes horrible mistakes and meets a horrible end. I can stomach characters like that in thrillers, because it's not romanticised and you see the ugly reality for what it is. But in this story, it is completely romanticised, and I just… I don't want any part of it, and I'm annoyed that this is the aftertaste I'm left with after reading three unsatisfying books in (almost) a row.  

I'd hoped this could redeem the author after A Study in Drowning disappointed me, but I know better now. To the Blacklist you go, Miss Reid!

(Also… Ava, there is such a thing called 'female orgasms'. Feel free to Google this phenomenon, because I don't think you've ever known about their existence. We do not exist just for male pleasure. Just a heads-up!) 

[linneatanner]

Book Spotlight Twelfth Cake House Eljarbo #heartwarmingchristmas #historicalfiction #holidayromance #goldenyearromance #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub @HeidiEljarbo @cathiedunn

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: TWELFTH CAKE HOUSE I am pleased to spotlight the book, TwelfthCake House, by Heidi Eljarbo in The Coffee Pot Book Club Blog Tour held on December 18th, 2023. Twelfth Cake (Heartwarming Christmas) is a Clean Historical Christmas Romance independently published by the author on December 15th, 2023  (90 pages). Tour Schedule Link: https://thecoffeepotbookclub.blogspot.com/2023/11/blog-tour-twelfth-cake-house-by-heidi-eljarbo.html BOOK SPOTLIGHT: TWELFTH CAKE HOUSE   Twelfth Cake House (Hearwarming Christmas) by Heidi Eljarbo Blurb: Even a clever matchmaker may need a push in the right direction if she’s to find true love. When she’s asked to find a match for herself, it proves to be the most difficult task she’s ever undertaken. Mid-December 1796. Sixty-year-old spinster Miss Jemima Thurgood has three weeks to finish the preparations for her annual Twelfth Night party. In her position as a matchmaker, for over forty years she has assumed a grave responsibility. Luckily, she’s a shrewd observer of people, and many happy reunions have come about due to her exceptional talent for nudging kindred hearts in the right direction. Every year, Jemima invites twelve carefully selected men and women to her festivity, and each guest is assigned a dinner partner. The days before the merrymaking are constantly disrupted by one unforeseen event after another. Jemima must work hard to be ready in time, and more importantly, to provide the kind of celebration her chosen guests deserve. But this year, what Jemima doesn’t know is that her life is about to take a sudden change of course—one she could not have predicted or planned for. As the days pass, several gentlemen indicate they are interested in becoming better acquainted with her, but only a very special man can charm a matchmaker. A sweet romance novella set during a witty and enchanting Georgian-Era Christmas, Twelfth Cake House is a story about traditions, goodwill, and finding hope and the courage to change and take a chance on finding true love. Buy Links: This title is available to read on #KindleUnlimited. Universal Buy Link: https://books2read.com/u/b6lWzJ AUTHOR BIO: HEIDI ELJARBO   Heidi Eljarbo is the award-winning author of dual-timeline historical fiction with heartwarming clean romance, wit, and adventurous mystery. Heidi grew up in a home filled with books and artwork and never imagined she would do anything other than write and paint. She studied art, languages, and history, danced on the BYU Ballroom Dance Team, and still sings in choirs. After living in Canada, six US states, Japan, Switzerland, and Austria, Heidi now calls Norway home. She and her husband have a total of nine children, and fifteen grandchildren—so far—in addition to a bouncy Wheaten Terrier. Their favorite retreat is a mountain cabin, where they hike in the summertime and ski the vast, white terrain during winter. Heidi’s favorites are family, God's beautiful nature, and the word whimsical. Sign up for Heidi’s newsletter at https://www.heidieljarbo.com/newsletter! Author Links: Website: https://www.heidieljarbo.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/HeidiEljarbo Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorheidieljarbo/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorheidieljarbo/ Pinterest: https://no.pinterest.com/heidieljarbo/ Book Bub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/heidi-eljarbo Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Heidi-Eljarbo/e/B073D852VG/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16984270.Heidi_Eljarbo     Instagram Handle: @thecoffeepotbookclub Bluesky Handle: @cathiedunn.bsky.social Read the full article