#don't mind which muse you pick

[my-timing-is-digital]

@moonshadowed​ // alternate universe #4 — Number One

The solar radiation on this planet was pleasant, and generated a constant temperature of 27°C (80.6°F). The current humidity level was 42%. The ideal humidity level in combination with warm temperatures; higher humidity levels would be considered too oppressive and suffocating, according to humanoid lifeforms. The blue skies were clear and a gentle breeze provided the guests with sufficient coolness to prevent them from sustaining hyperthermia. These abnormally perfect weather conditions were modulated by a technically sophisticated weather control system designed by the native inhabitants of the planet.

    Risa was a Federation planet in the binary system and orbited the star Epsilon Ceti B. Data had never visited the planet before, but his friends had, and their stories and experiences had piqued his curiosity profoundly. In his 34 years of service, he had never relished in the perks of requesting shore leave; he had always devoted his life to Starfleet. However, the battle in the Bassen Rift and his near self-destruction had prompted him to reevaluate his life decisions rigorously.

    Besides, Commander — now Captain — Riker had summarised the reasons why he should take his well-deserved shore leave before resuming his duties on the Enterprise-E as Captain Picard’s First Officer. Although there were numerous facets that did not immediately appeal to the android, there was one in particular that was worthy of his attention. Humans appeared to derive great pleasure from these excursions; all the connections that tied them to their personal and work lives would be temporarily severed, which granted them the opportunity to invigorate themselves. Therefore, Data concluded that spending time on Risa might be beneficial to him as well. Not only would it help him to get a better understanding of what humans found so enticing about voluntarily vacating their homes to spend time elsewhere, but his shore leave might also influence him, as an individual, on a sub-positronic level.

    The android had been granted 2 months of shore leave, and he intended to use the time optimally. He had composed an elaborate enumeration of all the activities he wished to undertake during his shore leave, some of which were comprised of his favourite personal leisure activities. 1. Practise Niccolò Paganini’s Caprice no. 24 in A minor on the violin. 2. Paint Risian landscapes, for example, the seaside, the mountains, the starry night sky, the wildlife. 3. Reread Sherlock Holmes and the Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. 4. Peruse the British and Irish literature Captain Picard had recommended to him (James Joyce’s Ulysses, William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience, and Christopher Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus). 5. Play poker with the other tourists. 6. Explore Risa. 7. Stargazing. 8. Entertain Spot.

    This was only a fraction of what he planned to do. However, the best part was the prospect of executing the majority of these activities with Geordi, who would be joining him — and Spot — shortly.

[crownedflora]

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  !

List your fav characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.

The actual contents are under read-more because of spoiler raisins and-and-and...!!! ...Wait, what was I saying? I legit spaced out and lost my- 

NO, WAIT, I ‘MEMBER NOW! Aside from the length of the post itself, the read-more is also dedicated to my absolutely mortifying behavior that’ll be involved in this post and regret including here later, probably. 

A Hat in Time - Badge Seller, C.A.W Agents, DJ Grooves, The Conductor, The Empress, The Snatcher, Walrus Captain, White Seal Crew 

Dota 2 - Aghanim, Auroth, Beatrix (GUN GRANDMA), Donté, Hoodwink, Mireska, Mortimer, Nerif, Raigor, Rubick, Valora, Zet Okay, me stop here for this one.

Dragalia Lost - Euden, Euden, Euden, Euden, Euden, and Euden. Oh, and did I mention Euden? yes henlo are there any Eudens out there that are interested in interacting with my botanical boy? Preferably ones that involve in-game events/character arcs and Dragalia Life comics (especially/specifically if the Euden finds my flower child cute) in their portrayals for serious, crack, fluff, angst, or anything in between (4th wall-breaking and meta/gameplay-based shenanigans and/or interactions may also likely apply). Monster lovers/[redacted] that happen to muse this (too) nice-and-friendly prince/king man, please DO apply. In spite of previous sentence, intimate platonic ship full of the aforementioned stuff is the main goal. ...For here at least. Anything beyond that is a HUMONGOUS bonus (how do I black out a portion of text on here like a spoiler mark/tag??? I feel so exposed even though I did this to myself. ohgoddon’tlookatme.  I SAID STOP IT!)!!! Anyway, time for the rest of the list: Akasha, Alberius, Albert, Aldred, Brunhilda (Pre-Euden mainly/only tbh. Shocking considering what’s been said, right?), Cat Sìth, Chelle, Chthonius, Ciella, Delphi, Epimetheus, Eugene, Grace, Ieyasu, Leif, Lowen, Mascula (I know I’m super late with this but my lack of access to [INSERT ACCOUNT/PLATFORM] on top of everything else means I can express it here now- YEEESSS!!! ADVENTURER MASCULA IS REAL!!!! EAT IT, NAYSAYERS! EAT. IT!!!! HedidcostmemoreofmystashthatstillneededtoberecoveredsinceIhadtosparkforhimtho. Cygames, PLEASE, HAVEMERCY!!!) , Meene, Melsa, Nedrick (yes henlo are ther), Nevin, Noelle, Notte, Odetta, Pele, Prometheus, Seimei, Silke, Siren, Tartarus (Bro, I finally get around to semi-consistently soloing you on Master difficulty and now I’m broke af from trying to MUB all the Light Agito weapons. I HAVE MORE POWER NOW BUT AT THE PRICE OF BEING POOR. HELP-) Yaten, Yoshitsune (GUN GRANDMA!), Zodiark- No, I’m sorry, even if it PAINS me to leave out plenty more names that are left to list here (-sniffle- I’m sorry my beloveds), I HAVE to stop there for DL.

Genshin Impact - Albedo, Aether/Traveler, Bennett, Chongyun, Dvalin, Klee, Madame Ping, Paimon, Qiqi, Rosaria, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Venti, Zhongli

Hades - Asterius, Chaos, Charon, Demeter, Dusa, Eurydice, Hades, Hermes, Megaera, Nyx, Persephone, Skelly, Thanatos, Zagreus 

Overwatch (I forgot to buy all the now-cheaper old event skins I lacked before the Anni event ended nooooo-) - Ana (GUN GRAAANDMAAAAAA!!!!!), Bastion, Brigitte, Dae-hyun, Genji, Hammond, Hana, Jamison, Lena, Mako, Mei, Moira, Olivia, Orisa, Seung-hwa, Winston 

Shovel Knight - King Knight, (King Knight’s) Mom, Oolong, Plague Knight, Specter Knight, Treasure Knight

SINoALICE (so far) - Dullahan, Gretel, Pinnocchio, Sleeping Beauty

StarCraft (2) - Abathur, Alarak, Dehaka, Talandar, Tychus, Zagara, Zeratul

Team Fortress 2 (The current state of this and a majority of other Valve’s games/IPs saddens and infuriates me. Blizzard games/IPs, too. Ugh...) - Jeremy, Ludwig, Pauling, Pyro, Spy

TAGGED BY :  @toestalucia MY GRATITUDE, FELLOW MC/PROTAG ENJOYER!!!

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[sorrowmarked-a]

🍎🍎mutuals can like this post for a short lyric based starter 🍎🍎

[buckcap1]

@heroessumus like this post for a starter.

The soldier had been contacted anonymously a few days ago, and after some back and forth, he agree to meet with the person at a dinner just outside of Buffalo. Bucky walked into the dinner, stripping off his heavy winter coat as he entered the dinner. As he waited for the host to greet him, he looked over at his usual corner booth to see if this person was there yet; it was empty. 

“Well, look who it is...it’s been too long,” a waiter greeted him a huge smile on her face, “Your usual booth I assume?”

“Please,” he said, following behind the waiter.

“I’ll bring your coffee.”

He thanked the waiter and then checked his watch. They should been here any minute now.

[multigalaxymuses]

@instrumentsofcyanide​ ❤‘d for a Bendy thread!

🖤 “What’s a cutie like you doing in a dump like this?” 

[yunmengpride-blog]

@oflegendaries  liked this for a starter !!

That idiotic brat of a nephew!

Jiang Cheng could just feel his blood pressure rise as he realized that, once again, his nephew had gone off to heavens know where, to do gods know what. And he, once again, had to find that errant child before his hot head or immediately throw himself into trouble. (Who the fuck cared that Jin Ling was nearing of age now - his nephew was still too young!)

“Jin Ling!“ Jiang Cheng roared, storming off into the direction the Lanling Jin heir went. “If you get your ass back here right now, I’ll only break one of your legs!!“ A small hint of worry bled through Jiang Cheng’s words of anger - Jin Ling better not be hurt, or there would be hell to pay.

[revegeries]

@caraidean [x]

“Oh, greetings, Hero! I hears you recently joined the Order of Heroes with my children? It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m their mother, Henriette, and who might you be? I am really curious to know more about you and your world! Sharena is always so excited talking about you and the others in her letters, I cannot help but be the same way!”

[rcbcllixvs]

“ i'm losing my voice? goddamn it... “ (From Keigo if you don't mind!)

Caring For Sick Muses

"That's what you get for flying in the middle of a rainstorm."

Both hands alight with simmering blue flames hovering close to Keigo's throughly soaked wings to try and dry them off, Touya gives the winged hero an unimpressed look. He's half-tempted to 'accidently' burn a feather or two, but he figures Hawks is gonna need all the feathers he can spare in the coming days, given the look the field medic had given him earlier.

"Let's get you back to your nest before you start feeling worse, I'll even buy you some chicken wings on the way, if you think you can stomach it."

He could use a milkshake or two himself to replenish the calories his flames are consuming.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 974

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @ohiosmaserati (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted 2022

The last thing (Y/n) ever expected to find when she entered the cave, was her four boyfriends gathered on the edge of the fountain. Each of them standing at a mere four inches. "What the fuck." (Y/n) breathed out in shock, unceremoniously falling to her knees before them, her bag slipping from her shoulder and flopping onto the ground. "Babe!" Mini Paul exclaimed excitedly, the rest of the boys turning to look up at her, having been to deep in conversation to notice her arrival. "What the fuck!?" She gasped with wide eyes, leaning down so her head was level with their height. "Don't ask, we don't know what happened." David cut in with an annoyed huff. "Is it permanent?" She asked with worried eyes. "We don't know." Dwayne shook his head, his arms crossed over his chest. Suddenly she felt two tiny body's slam into the side of her face, both Paul and Marko crashing against her cheek, trying desperately to hug her face. (Y/n) placed an awkward finger around their bodies, trying to offer them the hug they so desperately demanded, without hurting them. After a moment or so they pulled away and peered up at her. "Pick me up!" Paul demanded as he held his arms up, reminding (Y/n) of a small child wanting to be held. "Me too, me too!" Marko jumped up and down excitedly.

"I don't want to hurt you." (Y/n) argued with a small pout, her frown deepening when Marko whined at her words. "Babe we're vampires, we'll be fine." Paul pointed out as he flew up in front of her face, smiling as he made up his mind, Paul then flew to nestle himself into her cleavage her tank top revealed. "Paul!" (Y/n) gasped at her boyfriend, her cheeks heating up, which only deepened when Marko followed Paul's lead. "Seriously!?" (Y/n) huffed as they made themselves comfortable, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "We still need to feed Kitten." David called out, drawing (Y/n) attention away from two of her mischievous boyfriends. "Well... What do you want me to do?" (Y/n) asked. At that point both Dwayne and David flew up to hover in front of her. "Well we're pretty small right now, so we don't need to feed as much as we normally do." Dwayne mused casually. "And?" (Y/n) pried, having a sneaking suspension where this was going. "We can't really go out like this and risk being seen." Marko added.

"We need to feed off of you, until this issue is resolved." David deadpanned, confirming (Y/n)'s suspicions. "I'll let you feed on me, but in return you gotta do that thing I've been bugging you about for weeks." (Y/n) smirked at David, who sighed heavily at her demands. "Fine... We'll watch Lady and the Tramp with you." He rolled his eyes as he spoke, but regardless (Y/n) beamed at him. "Deal!" She jumped up to her feet, forgetting about Marko and Paul tucked into her cleavage. "Ah!" They both cried out dramatically, falling further into her shirt, and making (Y/n) freeze in her tracks. "Are you guys okay?" (Y/n) asked worriedly, only to sigh in annoyance when she looked down to see them high fiveing with a laugh, clearly pleased with their situation within her shirt. "I don't know why I worry." She mused sarcastically, before continuing her journey to her nest, only breaking her concentration when Dwayne and David landed on either of her shoulders.

Thirty minutes into the movie and Paul was floating in front of (Y/n)'s face again. "Babe I'm hungry!" He whined with a pout. "Fine." (Y/n) sighed despite her small smile. Paul zoomed down to sit beside Marko, but not before snagging her right hand, and placing her pointer finger across their laps. "What are you doing exactly?" (Y/n) wondered before hissing in pain as they both sunk there fangs into her finger. "Ow!" She frowned, ignoring their playful giggles. "Princess." Dwayne pulled her attention to where he and David sat, giving her a subtle look, silently telling her what he wanted. "Alright." She sighed softly, before offering her left hand to them, wincing a little when they bit the side of her hand. "The price I pay for love." (Y/n) cooed dramatically, though regardless of the pain, she found herself adoring the sight, and even feeling of providing for her immortal lovers.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Canvases are Hard to Burn (2) - Past!Amelia Shepherd x DeLuca!Sis!Reader, Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sis!Reader - Station 19/Grey's

Part 1

Summary: Andy isn't sure what to do after, but one thing is for sure, she doesn't know her label, but she enjoyed her night with you, but just who are you? Whereas, you're going down memory lane.

Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: I plan on adding onto the Amelia x R past, but it's an old idea that @nnightskiess and I talked about last year... time flies...

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:)

Previously...

"I went out last night, met someone, and she was amazing, she was kind, considerate, checked up on me... and I had no clue what I was doing was any good, but if it was horrible... then this girl was really nice to not make fun of me. Or she was great at faking it."

"Wait, wait, a girl? Since when, and you, you liked it, and her?" Maya began to smile, as Andy rolled her eyes, whacking Maya on the arm.

"Shut up. Okay. Let's just say, I was for sure not faking it, she was great. I don't really know what I am, I don't have a label, but it was great, to be with a woman, it was so great-" Andy was cut off as the alarms began to go, calling for Station 19 to head out.

///

"You're painting again? No more, what did you call it, artists block?" Carina remembered, her eyes on the paint on your hands before spotting a little on your face too.

"I was inspired." You smiled, letting out a squeak as Carina began to wipe at your face with a napkin.

///

"You're painting again?" Your brother asked as you and your siblings got situated outside of Grey Sloan to eat lunch.

"Like I told Carina, I was inspired." You replied, taking a bite of your lunch as your sister smirked.

"It was a girl, which is good because..." Carina trailed off as Andrew nudged her, gesturing to the incoming.

"Y/n... don't look now, but Doctor Shepherd-" Andrew began, leaving you to shove the rest of your lunch in your mouth and grab your belongings hurriedly, not noticing one of the tubes of paint slip out until you were hurrying away from Grey Sloan, leaving Andrew to pick up the paint with a sigh.

"Hi, Doctor DeLuca, DeLuca, was that Y/n that I just saw?" Amelia enquired, leaving Carina to stare at her with a slight glare, whilst your brother let out a hum.

"She had an art emergency and had to go."

///

You were back at your place when the frustration set in, and the lashing out began, a bedside table from your spare room sliding to the side to reveal your secret.

The art you'd made before your artist's block, before you were used, before it was revealed Amelia only had sex with you whilst in a rough patch with Link, and now they were having a baby together. Carina knew Amelia had an interest in you, she knew Amelia had kissed you, and then she spotted the pregnancy symptoms with Amelia and how she went to Link, and you were sat in your studio, staring at a blank canvas.

Because all of the canvases before that were neuroscience based, including sketches of brain scans.

You'd asked Carina to get rid of them, you didn't care how, you said, but now, there was a small watercolour canvas of synaptic transmission staring at you.

A tear dripped down your face, memories flickering in your mind.

/// Flashback ///

"I have to meet my sister for lunch." Carina had declared, about to walk away when Amelia spoke.

"I'll walk with you, I'm headed that way anyway." She replied, pausing as you came into view, sat sketching in the cafeteria.

Carina hadn't noticed Amelia's intrigue with you until she heard a phrase that had her wanting to drag you from the cafeteria.

"I'll be your muse, any time."

You should have known that Amelia could be intense and passionate with her conversations, and you hadn't assumed she was interested in you from the get-go. In fact, you just assumed she was a straight woman interested in art.

Carina knew better, plus your older sister had a better gaydar than you and Andrea, it seemed.

At first, Amelia was inspiration for your art, she offered to be your muse but you dove in deeper than figurative art, you dove into her speciality too. Thus resulting in an unnecessary amount of artistic brain scans that had your siblings rolling their eyes. Andrea said it was because you didn't focus on his future speciality, since he wasn't during neuro, but Carina knew better, once again.

It was Amelia who kissed you. You didn't know about Owen, besides he had been with your sister at one point but you had playfully gagged when your sister tried to lecture you about casual sex. But the key thing here was, you didn't know about Link, or Amelia's relationship with Link, and the kiss was during a rough patch.

Amelia had turned up on your doorstep one night, she'd taken you by surprise, so your pyjamas were the first thing Amelia took in as she looked you up and down, kissing you impulsively as you stepped backwards inside.

Amelia was still sleeping when you woke up for a moment. Brushing a piece behind her ear, your little finger brushed over her cheekbone before you fell back to sleep.

You woke up with your hand outstretched, resting on an empty bed.

Carina couldn't tell you that Amelia was pregnant, but she could let you down slowly, and tell you about Atticus Lincoln at Grey Sloan, before Amelia strung you along anymore, and broke you. You were the little angel of the family, Angioletta. It was a name you'd slowly squeezed out of conversations, but in every group chat you had with your siblings, it was your nickname.

"So, she used me? To, to, be a distraction, to, to, I don't, I can't, it needs to go, all of it!" Your shock drifted to sadness, then rage, as you hurried towards the spare room, removing art piece after art piece inspired by Amelia Shepherd from your house.

Carina tried to talk to you, but all that left your mouth was fragmented Italian, sobs, and finally, once the canvases were on the porch for Carina to get rid of however she wanted to (you didn't care), you let out a phrase that had Carina pulling you into her arms.

"I liked her, I liked her and she just used me."

/// Back to the Present ///

Staring at the canvas that was now sat on your coffee table, you reached for your phone, staring at the familiar lockscreen of you and your siblings before entering your passcode and pressing call on your sister's contact.

You were familiar with voicemail, since you usually assumed your sister was either busy with Maya, or delivering a baby as an OB/GYN. Leaving a message about finding another canvas that you needed to get rid of, you raised an eyebrow at the knock at the door.

Opening the door, your eyes widened slightly before you smiled a little, "ciao, fiamma."

Andy Herrera stammered for a moment before smiling, "hi, are you free?"

/// Andy's POV - earlier on in the day ///

She knew there was something about you that felt different than her short-lasted thing with Sullivan. He felt electric, but it fritzed out. You were grounding, you gave her a weird sense of peace she hadn't felt with anyone else. You were confident, but there was a shyness underneath, she could tell you were afraid of being used again.

"So she called you... what was it again?" Maya asked as Station 19 returned from a call.

"Uh, fiamma, it's Italian." Andy replied, raising an eyebrow as Maya gave her an expectant look.

"What? Just because you have your hot Italian doctor girlfriend... and speak of the devil!" Andy retorted, huffing at the irony as Maya embraced the newly arrived Carina.

"So, Andy, I overheard you found an Italian lover?" Carina began, leaving Andy to try reply but her jaw dropped instead.

"Called me fiamma..." Andy managed to spit out before trying to escape and hop in the shower before another call.

"Ah, fiamma, well whoever your lover is, they basically called you fiery." Carina replied as Maya's jaw dropped in realisation.

"Well, they weren't totally wrong, right?"

"I'm gonna go, get a shower..." Andy mumbled, hearing the back end of Maya and Carina's conversation before she got to the locker room.

"Lunch with my baby brother and angioletta of a baby sister was okay, by the way, I know you haven't met them yet."

"What does angioletta mean?" Maya enquired, leaving Andy to pause as she listened for the meaning of the Italian word.

"Little angel." Carina smiled, resting her hands on Maya's hips as she leaned in for a kiss.

/// Back to the present, your place ///

"I'd call you some Italian name in response, but I only know fiamma, and angioletta..." Andy admitted as you let her inside, taking a sip of your drink as Andy spoke.

All it took was hearing angioletta for you to spit your drink, covering your face as Andy's eyes widened.

"Whoah, you okay?"

"Sorry, sorry! It's just, my sister calls me angioletta, fiamma." You explained, wiping your face with a piece of kitchen towel before drying where you had spat your drink.

Andy frowned as she processed what you just said, her jaw clenched as she stared at you, eyes glancing over your features.

Could it be?

///

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[acherontiarchivist]

Heyyyy could i request Bubba, Thomas, Michael, Vincent, and Billy lenz with a painter s/o who has ADHD? Like they have paint on them all the time and they'll be like "wheres my paintbrush?!" And its behind their ear.

Hi anon, thanks for the ask! I feel like this prompt was literally made for me, like I am specifically qualified to answer this. I took a lot of examples from my own experiences.

Also, sorry this took so long. Executive dysfunction is a bitch.

Bubba, Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, and Billy Lenz with a painter s/o who has ADHD under the cut! No warnings should apply, G/N reader

Bubba

If you find yourself in the mood to paint he will gladly give you his apron

He likes all of the specks of color you've added to it wiping paint off or your hands and arms

If you use acrylic paints and get them all over yourself or let it dry on your skin he insists on picking it off of you

You hate scrubbing it and it's a good stim for him! 

The same goes for your paint pallets. If leftover paint dries or you forget to wrap it, you both peel the hardened paint from the plastic. Brain go brrrrrr

Often, to your slight annoyance, he might reorganize your brushes and supplies, which makes it harder for you to find d things sometimes (it's not where you left it! It a mess, but an "organized mess" that you are familiar with)

He likes to watch sometimes, but he has a lot more energy and moves on to other tasks 

He definitely pulls your attention away often, but you like spending time with him, so you don't mind!

He likes showing you his bone art and other things he makes, and you love to hear about it

Around Bubba, a lot of your paintings go half finished, or just take a while to complete

Thomas

Like Bubba, Tommy doesn't have an extra apron to share with you but he does at least insist that you wipe your hands/brushes on him to make up for it

If he notices you fidgeting with your seat/finding it suddenly uncomfortable™️ he will pick you up and put you in his lap

Sometimes he will physically drag you away from your painting if you keep forgetting to eat

He is very concerned about how easy it is for you to just go the whole day without eating so he makes sure to cook you food and makes you join at the dinner/breakfast table, otherwise you would let it get cold

He will also drag you away if you've been painting all day without giving him much attention! He wants physical affection at least periodically

Eventually, he does make you a small apron that you can tie around your waist that has pockets for brushes and supplies! Don't ask where he got the materials though

You wear it for him, but if you put anything in the pockets it essentially no longer exists. Out of sight, out of mind

Michael 

He will NOT lend you any of his jumpsuits to paint in

Partially because he thinks it's cute how you are always covered in paint

He is an excellent reference! 

He will gladly pose for you whenever you need help or want to study anatomy

He has a very peculiar skill in staying completely still in practically any position, and he secretly really likes being the center of you attention in a way

He wants to be your muse! He is just a little vain

If he wants to spend time with you while you paint he'll sit next to you quietly and read

Occasionally he'll drape his leg over your lap if he wants more attention, or lean all of his weight against you

He doesn't really like having constant background noise, which is just a little clash between the two of you

A good compromise is putting on environmental white noise, like birds or cicadas, or maybe rain

If you "lose" a pencil or paintbrush in your hair or behind your ears and ask him for help, he will act like he's doing a magic trick and "pull it out" of your ear, like a coin

Vincent

You and Vincent practically share the same brain

A lot of your bonding happens with the two of you working on your own projects together in his workshop

You both take turns playing your preferred music/ background noise/ secondary activity

Vincent usually likes just having music in the background, but doesn't mind if sometimes you play an audio book or movie from your phone

Vincent is a LOT more organized than you when it comes to supplies

He'll let you borrow some of his things if you misplace yours

He thinks it's super cute when you ask to borrow something that is obviously on your person, like tucked into your hair or behind you ear, or even in your apron

Though you are both messy, he usually knows where everything is and keeps things tidy

Sometimes he'll clean up your stuff before you're finished, though

Billy Lenz

He could sit and watch you paint all day

He especially likes to watch you when he needs help calming down

Like Bubba, he also likes to peel the dried paint from pallets with you

He asks a lot of questions about what you are painting, how it will look when it's done, and what it means, if anything

He may or may not be incredibly annoying with the amount of questions he will ask you, actually

You misplace your brushes enough on your own, but Billy loves to steal one or two while you're not watching and hide them

He gives them back as soon as you ask him to help you look because he likes to feel like he is helping

Sometimes he wants to be more involved so you either set up his own canvas and easel or collaborate on something together!

[velvetcloxds]

COME BACK... BE HERE | J.P.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst, with a little bit of platonic hurt comfort, but mostly angsts

Summary: You've been in love with James for years, only when you're watching him fall in love with someone else do you realize how much that love has destroyed you.

A/n: part five of my Taylor Swift song fic series, this ons is done a little differently so I hope you enjoy, reblogs are always very much appreciated <33

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“Perfect,” James whispered with his usual casual smile, a blush creeping over your cheeks as his fingers lingered on your collar for another second.

“Need help dressing yourself now, dear Y/n?” Remus mused as he took a seat next to on the bench, the hands that hovered so close to your neck, dropping to his sides in an instant, your blush deepening as the boys laughed lightly.

“You know, I’m sure she’d be very much lost without us, Moony,” Sirius quipped, an arm draping around your shoulder as you turned to him with a raised brow.

“Says the boy who hasn’t even touched his textbooks since first year,” you poked a finger into his stomach, smiling as he flinched away slightly. “Tell me, Sirius Black, how would those grades look if not for this lost girl?”

“Oh, hush now, Y/n, you don’t want Moony to give me another speech, do you?”

“I should be giving one to the both of you, I expect you to not take this seriously, but you…” Remus paused to give you one of his well-known glares of disapproval. “You shouldn’t be enabling him.”

“Have you stopped leaving your essays on his desk then, dear Remus?” you questioned with a soft smirk, your words met with a little shake of his head as Sirius laughed at your side.

“Look at me, so very loved,” Sirius teased, eyes trailing from the side of your face in search of James’ attention, attention that was long gone from the moment at hand as he stared across the grounds to where a familiar redhead was laughing at something a boy said. “Poor lad, think he’s far beyond fancying her, ” he sighed and when you realized what he was referring to, your mood shifted almost instantly, something which Remus and Sirius of course picked up as quickly as it happened.

I told myself, don't get attached, but in my mind, I play it back.

“Prongs, care to join us back in the present?” Remus tutted with a pebble being thrown in James’ direction, the gesture snapping him away from his daze as he laughed shyly, hands stuffed into his pockets as he grew flustered. “The line between creepy and cute is very thin, you know?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I turned around for a second to see her.”

“You turned around for multiple seconds to practically drool over her,” Sirius laughed and tried to be as subtle as possible as he tightened his arm around you.

“Changing the subject now,” James sighed, and his eyes fell onto yours. “I wanted to ask how our little project was coming along before we were so rudely interrupted by these fools,” a small groan was heard when he lightly kicked at Sirius’ shoe to make his point.

“What project?” the raven-haired boy asked ever so eagerly.

“It’s nothing,” you protested far too quickly, only raising suspicion as Remus sat up straight to see you.

“It’s not nothing, she’s helping me plan the perfect date for Lily and I, something to help her officially fall in love with me,” James explained so innocently, not noticing the glares from his friends that could practically burn holes into the sides of your head. “And I’m very grateful,” he added and smiled brightly at you before picking his bookbag up from the grass. “We’ll talk about it in potions, going to try and catch her before class.”

“Why on earth are you doing that?” Remus asked as soon as James was too far to hear, his eyes concerned as he looked at your sullen figure. “That cannot possibly be a good idea.”

“It’s not,” you groaned, hands gripping Sirius’ shirt as you leaned into his chest. “And I don’t know why I’m doing it either, just wanted to make him happy and you know I can’t say no to his stupid face,” you explained with a defeated sigh as you turned against his chest. “I don’t think I can go on like this much longer, what am I going to do if they truly get together?”

“Oh, love,” Sirius was the one to speak, careful hands holding you close.

The delicate beginning rush, the feeling you can know so much, without knowing anything at all.

You’d left the boys soon after, quite quickly feeling frustrated by their pity, and needing a few seconds before class to gather your thoughts and steer said thoughts away from the boy who seemed to dwell in them quite frequently. It took no genius to realize what you felt for James, you’d loved him longer than you allowed yourself to acknowledge, but ignoring the feelings didn’t make them go away, no matter how hard you tried.

The truth was that James knew too, you’d spend the first while thinking that he was oblivious to what was then a mere crush, but you knew him too well to continue that train of thought, he knew, always had. He knew you liked him, knew that you’d do anything for him because of it, he knew that somewhere in sixth year the crush turned into more and that’s when he convinced himself that he was seeing things. Convinced himself that the longing stares weren’t real, that there wasn’t something different in the way you said his name, that he didn’t see the hurt in your eyes whenever he mentioned her name, whenever he held you, looked at you.

It was also when you started doubting yourself. You had to be the problem; how couldn’t it be you? You’d given him your best years, the best of yourself and it felt like such a waste. The love was there, you were there and willing, but he didn’t want you- didn’t love you. It was like a wave crashing in high tide, the pain and the disappointment hit you all at once, covering you whenever you broke the water, drowning, and it continued to hit you all the same with every passing day. You loved him, but he never loved you.

And this is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t want to need you like this.

“Y/n?” it was James’ voice that drew you from your thoughts, your chin held up by your hands as you stared loosely at the moving picture of the two of you that hung behind his desk. “Are you alright, love?” he breathed with a careful smile as he sat up on the bed to see you.

“Yes,” you answered too quickly, sitting up in your chair as you pretended to shift your focus to your essay instead of the wall, James’ movements going unnoticed as he made his way towards you.

“Y/n, something is clearly bothering you, please tell me?” his voice was right beside you as he carefully moved your work from your reach, gently sitting down onto the desk to force you to meet his gaze. “Please don’t say it’s nothing, I know you too well for that to work,” he smiled, the comment only aiding in your frustration as you stood from the chair with a sigh.

“That’s the problem, James,” you nearly hissed, hands flying to your head where they tugged at your hair to remove the loose strands from your face.

“James?” he scoffed. “You’ve not called me by my first name since… well since ever, now I’m really concerned and confused, for that matter.”

This is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you and you are worlds away.

“You know me, you know my thoughts before I even think them, know what I need before I could even ask, and yet somehow, you mean to tell me you haven’t noticed? Haven’t noticed how unfathomably and unreasonably in love with you I am?”

The wave crashed down on him this time, his eyes filling with guilt-ridden realization as he pushed himself up from the desk. You wanted to scream, angry at yourself for bringing this up after all these years, exhausted from not bringing it up sooner and you were sure he felt the same. His actions were almost lethargic as he tried to step towards you, pausing when you shook your head. It was a moment of silence when it dawned on the both of you what would happen next, what would be said, what would be decided. From the second he stole the first fragment of your heart, there was no way things would remain as they were, there was no way you could simply stay Y/n and James. It would always have led to the ending that James had been putting off, avoiding, pretending it would not come even though it crept closer the closer he got to Lily.

“I need you to say it, James. I’ve been losing my mind being in love with you and I don’t expect you to try and feel something that you don’t. I don’t expect you not to love her purely because I love you. But I’ve been fighting against myself, holding out hope for something you’ve never wanted, you never wanted us, you never wanted me and I need you to say it- I need you to tell me that it’s okay not to love you anymore.”

“If I do, I will lose you.”

“You will lose me all the same,” you admitted and he frowned, hating the way it felt to see you like this, to feel what you felt without feeling it at all. He knew he was being selfish, he never wanted to be, never wanted to hurt you, you were his best friend and though he loved you more than he could fathom- he wasn’t in love with you and he would have to learn to be without you because of it.

“You’re my best friend, Y/n, my world-“

“James, please…”

“I’m not ready to do this, I’m not ready to choose.”

“I’m not asking you to choose,” you gasped, hands moving to your chest as you felt the muscles pull tight, threatening to suffocate you as you willed yourself to not break down in front of him. “I’m asking you to set me free. Say it, please? Say you don’t love me!”

“I don’t!” he shouted, and your heart clenched, legs begging to be released from their obligation to hold you upright as your nerves trembled. “I wish I did, wish I could give you what you deserve, more than anything, but I don’t love you, Y/n,” it looked like there were tears stumbling over his cheeks, but you couldn’t be sure, nothing made sense. James had given you complete clarity while realigning everything that you thought you knew.

Months had passed. You’d shut down, removed yourself from your own routine, from their lives. You’d convinced yourself that you needed to rid your heart of them too in order for the pain to go away but it only made it worse- you’d lost too much. You waited for him to leave for practice, watching with unfallen tears as he stumbled through the hallway as he always had, skip in his step - in tip top shape as your heart broke even more.

“Y/n?” Sirius asked, worried as he found you with your fist hovering above his door, mind not registering his presence until his hand nimbly reached for your wrist, the touch breaking the fragile floodgate you’d constructed and releasing everything you’d been refusing to feel. You’d been foolish to think it’d be easy to let go of James Potter, falling for him was easy, being at his side and in his life was easy, but loving him destroyed you. Sirius pulled you into his chest, closing his eyes at the sound of your sobs that shook your body and he knew there was nothing else he’d ever be able to do. James was the only one who would’ve been able to rebuild you, but that would never be an option again.

And I break down, because it's not fair, that you're not around.

This is when the feeling sinks in, I don't want to miss you like this.

Come back.. be here.

[the-wild-candy]

𝑃𝑎𝑐 - 𝑁𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐶𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒

Many of you are aware about my love for poetry and "naked on cashmere" by Atticus is one of my favorite podcasts to listen to. In this pick-a-card reading, i'll channel one of those musings for each pile extended with three questions which are 1. What does your soul crave? 2. The parts of you which remain under the shadows (please know that these are the hidden/buried parts of you. ) and 3. Your true self.

Pick the picture you're most drawn to.

Decks used : Arcana Iris Sacra, Luminous spirit tarot, Seventh sphere tarot - Rider Waite Smith.

Take what resonates, leave what doesn't. This is for entertainment purposes only.

𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 1

𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠? 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛, 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚? 𝐶𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚? 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝐼 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑇𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙.

What does your soul crave?

Strength - seven of wands - two of wands

Your soul craves having that balance and stability. It craves to be fair and find that clarity which comes with knowledge. This does not only restrict to the forces which are within you but also the path you choose to take. Your soul yearns to enhance your vision. Learning more about how actions illicit changes in ourselves and the world around us. If those changes are aligned with your purpose, then go along with it. The soul craves to adjust and re align within your own self, pile 1. Karma and honesty is a concept your soul believes in. I am also seeing that standing up for yourself is something you've always done/wanted to do. Your soul is learning to stand its ground. It's being challenged through all the sides and even if you don't want conflict, you are being called to standing up for your principles. Your resilience will greatly aid you and your fearlessness means that you should have no fear while speaking your mind. You have a powerful soul, a brave one at that. Your soul craves to protect what solely belongs to you, even if it means defending yourself when shit goes down the hill. It's a crucial path of uniting your spiritual and material world. Leaving comfort, making efforts, taking those first steps. A matured soul moving forward and planning everything out and yet not hesitating to take any sort of risks. You are about to realize your objectives and long term goals if you haven't already. One last thing I am picking up on here is that your soul loves to explore new territories.

Extra messages - Compassion, inner self, confidence, valor, progression.

The parts of you which remain under the shadows

TW : cuss words. Please feel free to skip this part of the reading if you're too sensitive.

Nine of pentacles rx - the devil rx - the magician rx

You are guarded and obsessed with working. With the nine of pentacles rx I feel like there is a sense of false stability and security here. You want the finer things in life but its hard for you to keep up with the finances. Please don't depend on material wealth for happiness. Your shadow self/the parts of you buried deep inside your head, they need rejuvenation. Take a few steps back and allow yourself to rest. Now, pairing with this we also have the devil rx, which creates a contrast here. You are independent, at least that is what you'd like to think of yourself. When a person starts working in the dark, he isn't always scared of the shadows lurking around. I feel like you're gaining, more like restoring that control back. Assess yourself more than you usually do. Going around in circles won't cut shit for you. The process can be difficult, it isn't easy to break the chains that you have been tied to since so long. The hidden part of you is manipulative as fuck. You know how to get your way with people. You love power. The magic you perform is one of deception and the other is trickery. That smile on your face is a facade not many people can see through. You can become selfish sometimes.

Extra messages - what am I now?, something you won't talk about, unconditional, gain, illusion, out of touch.

Your true self

Ten of pentacles - the tower - queen of pentacles

You true self has been working hard and all of it is gonna bear fruit. Choosing to take no shortcuts, you've always had the bigger picture in your mind. You are no stranger to challenges and setbacks. With the tower here, I feel like you have faced trauma and many sudden changes in your life. But that constant chaos also made you rebuild anew. You take pride in your greater inner insight, as you should. You are practical. You are/will be financial stable because you simply understand the importance of hardwork. You are gifted with many talents. Some of you might be really good at cooking or decor or even domestic chores in general but that is not to be mistaken with how ambitious you are or how far you can go for your goals. You can plan business ventures and execute them successfully. The advice you give is amazing. You know what you're doing. I heard "self-made". Let's emphasize that and let it echo. For some of you, you can discipline others really well and help them become more responsible.

Extra messages - a gift of common sense, responsible, supportive, show me a way forward, ooze¿, dangerous decisions, mentor, talented, kind, a stern nurturer, caring.

𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 2

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑤 , 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒.

What does your soul crave?

Ace of wands - six of chalices - eight of wands

Your soul craves the spark from where creation begins. Creativity, willpower and passion. The energy here is dormant, therefore someone has to take action to channel their power into something magnificent. Be enthusiastic if you aren't already. I heard, "make a move". I am also hearing a tune but it's more like rap/beatboxing. I can't tell. For some of you out there, you need to be more vocal and showcase your talents. You have many opportunities coming your way, pile 2. I am seeing creativity here but in a cosmic way¿ if that makes any sense. Either you are learning something new, or you will very soon (especially something out of your usual hobbies). Your soul craves to "take the chance". If you want it, go for it. If you are dreaming of it, it's yours. Follow your instincts. With the six of chalices I feel like you have to find that balance. Step away from the old wounds and let yourself heal. Restore that energy. Finding comfort through healing at this particular time in your life is very important. Allow yourself to enjoy life. Mend the wounds. Go with the flow. You have completed the tests, get a break and treat yourself good. Take the fucking charge. Obstacles have dissolved away and things will move quicker than before. If you harness that swiftness and adjust to the sudden changes in your life, you'll be able to progress way more.

Extra messages - new energy, Bernie¿, develop your vision, pleasure, "lotion the bruises", swiftness, grasp the opportunity.

The parts of you which remain under the shadows

TW - cuss words. Please feel free to skip this part of the reading if you're too sensitive.

Eight of words - king of cups - death rx

You feel trapped. It's like there are sharp blades all around you and that too with no escape. But tell me one thing, what if this "trapped" energy is something you created yourself? If you feel that powerlessness, you have to know that it isn't real. You need to change your perspective for the better. "The butterfly is not caged, for it can fly upwards but it may not be able to see anything above itself". You're wise (then fucking use your brain tf¿) You're good at giving advice (apply that to yourself too maybe). You're kind, in fact you are concerned about everything you come in touch with. You can balance the needs of people around you with how calm and compassionate you are. Ok but (to those who aren't) BE FUCKING DIPLOMATIC. Stop letting people take advantage of you, if you do that. You're patient, and tolerant. I get that but excuse me? What the fuck? Your energy is elite, preserve that shit. Cycles begin, cycles end. It is not the end of world. Stop fearing change. Destruction is the natural balance of all things, don't resist the transformations. The parts hidden deep within you are clinging to the past. You should know that what is not reborn must stagnate and decay. Accept the changes.

Extra messages - self victimization, suffocated, deep knowledge, "fucking stupid, that's what".

Your true self

King of cups - nine of wands - the lovers rx

I'm so not surprised to see king of cups here again. You're a genuine person, pile 2. You are a literal balance between the intellect and the emotions. You are aware about the knowledge you possess. When things get rough, you don't just throw yourself in despair. Some of you might be very good with words, it's like you know how to communicate and maintain harmony at the same time. You maintain that posture when things go down the hill. You're hardworking. You have sacrificed, adapted and adjusted to reach where you are standing today. You're tired but so close to success. I'm looking at this as a mix of challenges, hope and triumph. It hasn't been easy at all but the way you overcame/still overcoming that is amazing. You are so strong. You're determined to gain what's yours. Something you have to work on right now is connecting with others. You feel detached and are also indecisive at times. You'll have to evaluate your choices better. Some of you can also appear to be cold.

Extra messages - understanding and feeling, political¿, calm and composed, -idk why but I was reminded of a mother giving birth while reading for this pile. This can be significant for some of you out there, final match, priorities, pretty, impulsive, trouble.

𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 3

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛, 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟.

What does your soul crave?

Ace of chalices - two of disks - ace of wands

Your soul craves that emotional awakening. Listen to your inner voice. You could be someone whose intuition is very strong. Its time to let go off whatever emotional baggage you have and start living your life to the fullest. There is a new beginning indicated here, a fresh start. Now, this might come in the form of opening yourself to the possibility of new relationships. You crave unconditional love. You'd love to have that balance even when things are shifting and changing all the time. I heard "rhythm of universe", y'all can be spiritually inclined. Be flexible and go with the flow. You have to trust the process. Whatever situation may occur, you want to live with joy. You want to be carefree. For some of you out there, you're trying to juggle two important aspects of your life at the same time. Whether it is career, money, love or health. Focus on what's in front of you or you'll end up tripping. Your soul wants to have a balance between your own well being and your responsibilities. The word "new" has been significant throughout your reading. Take initiative, it may be fruitful. Find your voice and develop your vision. Everything you have dreamed about, your soul wishes to go ahead and just do it.

Extra messages - pure pristine emotion, spiritual fulfillment, deeper intimacy, release, sympathy, potential, lotuses blooming, don't multitask, new passion, spirituality and money, TALK, take small steps, let those ideas grow.

The parts of you which remain under the shadows

TW : cuss words. Please feel free to skip this part of the reading if you're too sensitive

Ten of swords - seven of cups rx - ten of wands

Surprisingly, I tapped into your energy quite easily, pile 3 (as compared to the other two piles). This made me think that you're pretty open about who you are. "It is what it is" kinda energy. But then when I was channeling, there was some resistance here too. Y'all are really disciplined and even reserved. But you might not appear to be so. You value truth so much. Some of you are really good storytellers. Despite all of this, you're an individual who can actually spend an entire lifetime running away from things/situations, etc. Stop thinking that you'll have to suffer each and every fucking time. You fear it, you get anxious, I get that. But losing hope won't cut shit for you. You have so many possibilities and choices laying in front of you, stop lingering on nothing just because you're fucking indecisive. Gain that clarity. Stop confusing yourself. Just because you can't find the exact purpose of your life doesn't mean its empty. Decide what you want and work for it. You have so much potential my loves and I can see that you're someone responsible. You have faced so many challenges and have sacrificed so much. But then again, in the end you see yourself carrying all the burden. Your willpower is strong and you're still learning. But for the sake of the fucking devil, stop self sacrificing if you do that.

Extra messages - sweethearts, duality, head over heart, tale, metaphor, I wanted to give y'all nicknames like munchkin or angel or babies idek why, tight hug, it was difficult for me to be harsh for this particular pile tbh.

Your true self

The star - six of pentacles - the moon

There is a contrast here between your true self and the parts of you which remain hidden/buried, which is obvious. Maybe you are trying to heal and be positive even in difficult situations. You have faith. I hope you're aware of your own strength. The low points of your life may have made you realise your own resilience and inner power. You're extremely kind and humble. You are generous. Some of you can also be into charity. You are supportive. Under all of that, I see that you often feel uncertain. Please allow your intuition to guide you through the darkness. You need to be aware of things which are causing you to fear and making you feel anxious. You see the big picture. For some of you, y'all can be really interesting to talk to. If you feel comfortable in talking about what makes you upset, then please consider doing that. Your energy is beautiful and so are you.

Extra messages - comforting, a shell, move on and forgive, happy memories, "let me admire you", we need more people like you, love for freedom, trauma, you are enough, grief, heartbreak.

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[sorrowmarked-a]

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[nixie-writes]

So ive recently fallen head over heels for a certain radio demon. Can i get Alastor with a human female s/o (maybe she accidentally summoned him or something)? Maybe his feelings and reactions to her interacting with her young nephew (mine is 10 months old) whom she lives with? Sorry thats complicated af, i love your stuff tho!

Hello! Don't worry, this isn't too complicated. I love the idea; babies are adorable and I want to hold them, they all belong to me now. I hope you enjoy this! I made it super wholesome. No cut because no triggers and this isn't too long.

Alastor - I imagine the only way he would meet a human is if he was summoned. Perhaps [Y/N] delved a little too deep into the occult, did something she read from the fucking Necronomicon and summoned Alastor. - Meeting him is no issue...Getting on his good side is difficult. After the initial summoning he refuses to go away. He'll constantly appear in shadows to tease his new muse and sometimes wake her up in sleep paralysis just to scare the living piss out of her. He finds it oddly entertaining. He finds her entertaining. - He'll casually appear from a lamp shadow one night while she's busy and ask her if she has any plans tonight. When she responds with a no, he says he'll be her plan that night. The relationship sort of happens on its own. Over time he becomes emotionally attached and refers to her by little pet names. Fawn, Dear, Doe, etc. Maybe [Y/N] could refer to him as Bambi, Buck, Darling, etc. He wouldn't mind. It evolves into something romantic over time. He would make some cute little show of giving her a passionate kiss. His lips are cold and taste like metal. After a kiss he claims her as his and though he hasn't offered her a deal for her soul, he still considers her as his. He values her too much to request her soul, he loves her much more the way she is. - He's aware of the baby she lives with and assumed that perhaps it was her baby, which he would have had no issue with. But no, it's her nephew! He's usually doing little baby things like chewing on stuff, crawling around and getting into places he shouldn't be, he can be a hassle sometimes. - It's the time she's playing with him that he adores most. He has a soft spot for children. He loves to watch her read Dr. Seuss books to him, gives him dolls and soft toys to play with and rocks him to sleep. He'll even help and play a lullaby for him; the baby is unaware of him but that makes it all the sweeter. - He really loves watching her interact with her nephew, it's a very wholesome view. Very rare to see in Hell. If her nephew is trying to walk and falls down he'll send a little shadow to coo at him and help him back up and balance him. If he could attach a shadow to her nephew to always watch him he would in a heartbeat. However the border between the living world and Hell is too thick for that. - When he finally walks all by himself Alastor is overjoyed, his little shadows applaud him while his aunt picks him up and congratulates him. He likes to believe he had a helping hand in her nephew growing up a little and he wants to stick around and watch her nephew grow, as well as be there with her. He really adores her and how kind she is, to him, her nephew and others. - He doesn't want to jump the gun and say he has a little family of his own or anything but...He wouldn't mind the new nickname, "Uncle Alastor". - Bonus if those are his first words! Maybe he hears his aunt say his name and teasingly calls him Uncle Alastor so much her nephew picks it up and says it. His heart would explode with love and joy.

[ikigaitsuki]

ᥫ᭡ LUST IS THE ONLY FOUR LETTER L-WORD I KNOW

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Summary — The phone rings, and you know you’ll answer it. You know a familiarity resides on the other side of the phone — something you’ve grown accustomed to, become used to. Perhaps now will be the last time you pick up the call… or not.

Pairing — ex-boyfriend!San x fem!reader

Genre — smut, maybe angsty if you have a large magnifying glass

CW — smoking (cigs), unprotected sex, hair pulling, cream pie, i suppose it’s sort of a toxic relationship bc they’re exes but fwb? san calls reader baby once, cunnilingus, little bit of fingering ig.

WC — 2,383

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"I didn't think you'd show up," that same old voice rings out from the corner chair of the hotel room you'd been texted to visit.

What a lie.

What a dirty little liar. Both of you are.

You see, you and San have a situation, if you will. If you can even call it that.

You see, you and San have a situation, if you will. If you can even call it that.

You see, you and San have a situation, if you will. If you can even call it that.

Two people who once loved one another but who lived opposing lives - two people who simply couldn't make it work.

But it works so well now.

"Still good at lying, I see." you muse, because it's really much easier to bite your tongue with a sarcastic comment than to spit out how you really feel.

Patting his lap, San gestures for you to sit as he lights another to smoke. He must've had a meeting today — suit serving as evidence and hair gelled back in that silly way you had hated when he used to come home to you.

It makes you glad that it's not of your concern anymore.

But in some ways, it still is.

Whenever San is back from working overseas, you await a text. It always arrives; it's never something you have to worry about. An Uber; expenses already paid for — San really delivers it all.

Ironic that his job is something that tore you apart yet seems to keep you more close knit than ever.

San's already hard under you as you take purchase on his lap. His cologne is damn near suffocating. It frustrates you that you tell yourself that every little rendezvous like this is the last one.

You know, as does San, as do I, that it is not.

"When did you get back?," you ask, attempting to make conversation so to avoid thinking about the way his hands work up the silk of your dress — one which he requested you wear.

God, you really do not know how much control he has you under.

"Like, a few days ago maybe. Couldn't stop thinking about you," he muses into the flesh between your shoulders blades, kissing the skin softly — a place he'd learned when he loved you that it was your favourite.

Grinding back onto his crotch seems like an autonomous response. It feels like something that requires no thought. It feels easy.

“Oh yeah?,” you look out from the hotel’s window — sky illuminated with the small dots of street lights and sky scrapers with lights on here and there — it’s almost distracting as you feel San’s hands on you, “Then, what did you think about?,”

San ponders for a moment, as though he really needs to think about his answer. As though it is not already cemented in his mind. As though the view of you, under him, is not something he has seen and thought about so many times that it’s carved into his very being. As though you don't already occupy his mind so much that he swears he has been driven to insanity.

“Having you here, in some chair like this, making you look out as you are now,” he kisses in between your shoulder blades again just to feel you shiver from the touch.

“And what else?,” you close your eyes.

“Having you cry out for me, having you cum on my cock. You know how much I love to make you do that.” His hands snake from your hips to the opening at the bottom of your dress.

The smoke from San’s cigarette fills your nostrils — another bad habit you had rebuked him for once he had started his new line of work. Stress, he had labelled the cause.

He hardly even smokes the thing before he puts it out on an ash tray. Suppose it be easy when you’ve got money to blow.

San speeds up his course of action. His fingers slide from your upper thighs to the zip atop your dress, bringing the fabric apart with ease. You only stand up to remove the garment before sitting back on his lap again.

You can feel the way his eyes dart to the reflection from the window. You can see clearly how he ogles your chest, your torso, the way your collarbones sit around your neck. You simply let him drink in the sight.

The cool air makes your nipples erect — coldness soon replaced by the heat of San’s fingers as he twirls over them. Occasionally, he pinches, just to giggle at the way you grip back onto his thighs tighter.

“You gonna let me fuck you tonight?,” he asks.

Of course, that’s why you’re here. Just that...

“Not if you don’t hurry up.” you quip, which amuses San further.

It’s funny to you how much he’s changed since you’d parted ways. He was often someone very timid and shy, quite reserved and well-spoken. It feels, whenever you meet him like this, that he’s become the opposite.

Maybe it’s the money and the building of his ego from a plentiful amount of people who give him attention.

Maybe it’s a defence mechanism to keep his character safe. To maintain face.

Either way, it’s not something you really have time to give much thought as San’s hand sinks in between your legs and through your underwear, fingers tracing over your clit only momentarily before his fingers enter you.

He curls them with ease, a slightly surprised look on his face as he does so — not expecting you be so ready, to want this so bad.

“Feels good?,” he asks. He knows.

Still, San loves a good challenge.

“Be better if it was your mouth.” When you were together, you had loved the way his lips would connect with your own — the way he was so soft and gentle and yet downright pornographic.

And San is no man to complain when his pretty little girl makes suggestions.

He lifts you from his lap, letting you sink into the plush fabric of the chair he was once seated in. You needn't be told what to do next — legs hanging over each chair arm — your body bare and open for San's viewing.

With intense eye contact, San wastes no time before delving in to taste you. You're always so sweet and warm for him. He sometimes wonders if you're some sort of addiction for him.

"San," you shudder as he kisses your clit. Your fingers tug at his hair, but his eyes never close, not even for a second. He doesn't want to miss this view, "San, you're so fucking good at this,"

You allow your head to fall back against the chair, chest rising and falling at an increasing pace as San hurries up his ministrations. His hands keep your thighs apart, fingers slowly digging into the flesh at any suspecting moment where he believes you'll try to clamp them shut. You'll either cum by his mouth now or not at all.

The sound of a zip being undone only slightly draws you out from your trance. That, and then the grunting of San making you realise he's touching himself during this. Lo and behold the man be ever full of surprises.

San shudders at his own touch — fingertips swirling over the head of his cock, pre-cum swiftly leaking out, he knows this sight of you before him only aids in making the sensations feel much stronger.

A particularly harsh suck on your clit makes you grip onto San's hair so tightly that his scalp burns. He would be a liar to say he didn't like it, though.

"Gonna cum, San," you rasp out, heat of the room engulfing you.

A single hand coming up to tease at your sensitive nipples is all you really need to get you there. Hips stuttering in a messy rhythm as you ride out your orgasm and San simply lets you, it's nothing but honest expletives leaving your mouth.

There's not even a moment of silence, nor a moment to breathe once the pleasure has rippled through and dissipated, for San is nothing but a man with lust clouding over his mind.

He hovers over you for only a moment before his cock is entering you. Despite his desperation, he's as gentle as he is every time. Sometimes things never change.

Sometimes they do. Sometimes that's good.

Times like now, when he fucks you like you'd only wished he would when you loved one another. When he fucks you like you're the worst person in the world, like he wishes to tell you now that 'this is what you're missing out on.' But we know that you're not, because your phone will light up with his name once again when this is all over.

"F-fuck, San," you grip onto the fabric of his suit, and silently wish you could feel his bare skin instead.

"Yeah? What's wrong?,"

"So good!" you cry out, body awkwardly positioned in the chair now from how he fucks so hard into you.

His hips, with every thrust, slam against you and cause the sound to call out into the room. You're sure that anyone in the room next door will be getting and earful — or filing a noise complaint.

Perhaps both.

But neither of you care, as you lousily kiss one another, lips sliding past and not quite connecting.

"Shit," San groans against your mouth, "This pussy is so good — you always take me so well,"

"Sa-,"

"Don't talk," he interrupts, fingers gliding over your lips and pressing his palm against them, "Just listen to the sounds your body makes."

And you oblige the request, ears with no choice but to drink in the wet sounds of him lewdly thrusting in and out of you — it's something you'd never given any attention to until now.

You and San make eye contact. It feels like you're on fire. It feels warm and intense and it feels like you're burning.

It feels like you want to scream out how good it feels, how he just fits so perfectly...

But you can't.

The sounds of the large chair scraping ever so slightly along the floor accompany the sounds of your body. It feels like a betrayal — your bodies' admissions — both of you are just as bad as one another for entertaining this.

The suit adorning San's body creates a heat on his skin which he feels is unbearable, but it creates a distance between you both that he thinks he needs. He feels so warm inside now that he's sure he cannot last much longer.

Palm falling from your mouth, San instead trails it to your clit, just a few more circles on and around the skin of your lower abdomen, before his fingers find the space in which you need him.

A last round of eye contact is what plummets you deeper into pleasure; and your body reacts without much of a second thought. San swears the way you clamp around him will be his demise, but that would never be something he'd complain about.

"Gonna cum, hold out for me, baby." San grunts.

Baby.

Baby.

The name he called you when you were once in love — a name so delicate and boding despite the situation now.

There is little time to give it much thought though, as San releases inside you with his eyes squeezed shut and his thighs shaking. The only thing filling your mind now is the thought of being so full.

San only stills for a mere moment before he stands and tucks himself back into his suit trousers, disregarding the mess he most certainly did not clean from himself, "Stay here, let me grab some tissue."

It's not like there's much choice available — having to sit back in the chair and wait so as not to release any of San's mess from inside you.

And when he's back, kneeling before you with a slightly tired look in his eyes, you don't miss the glint that appears momentarily as he watches his release drip from inside you.

It's an oddly intimate moment. Silence falls upon the room, and it feels easy. It feels like old times.

"Did you call me an Uber?," you ask as you reach for your dress, disregarded on the floor once San had finished cleaning you up.

You burn inside from how delicate his touch is. He is still the same man inside. Sometimes it's able to slip through the cracks in the surface.

San stills a little, like he's offended you would suggest such a thing. Ironic, considering this dialogue has become something so trained and normal now.

"No. It's late, so you should just stay the night," he speaks, then thinks, then hesitates, "I can call you one if you want that,"

Ah, the delivering of options.

San would be a liar to say he doesn't want you to stay.

"No, it's okay. I don't have work in the morning," a part of you wishes you were more strong-willed. Temptation is so easy to give into, "I can stay."

You rise from the chair, the scent of the remnants of sex engulfing you. You see San, finally — with his bare back to you, expanses of skin you haven't seen in so long because you know that if he shows himself to you like this, he will simply fall back into his old ways.

The surface of his skin feels warm as you wrap your arms around his torso from behind. A simple gesture, yet with so much meaning.

San would be a liar to say his heart didn't still race around you.

And you would be a liar too to say that you didn't want it to.

But alas, you're two stubborn people who hide behind the guise of a friends with benefits set-up, and hope that the other doesn't see the truth.

Maybe the next time he calls you, he will use his words and tell you how he really feels.

For now, though, he hopes the touch of his skin and a crumbling facade will suffice.

© ikigaitsuki 2022