#fearlessly and forever

[gleefulpoppet]

Kurt, there is a moment... Ten years [X]. Eleven years [X]. Twelve years. [—]. Thirteen years [X].

[esilher]

Today, 1 year ago, I posted my first drawing here. I had been wandering around this fandom for a few weeks, trying to understand how it works, visiting everyone's blogs, and on August 3rd I started to participate and…since then a lot has happened!! So thank you all very much (old jedis and newbies), thank you for sharing your love for Glee and all these characters and their lovers and friendships, with words, drawings, photos, gifs, creations of all kinds, thoughts, discussions, games, jokes, emotions, deep or light. And a special thanks to @mynonah for all the crazy collabs! I had a better year thanks to you all! And I'm looking forward to what's to come.

[pomegranatelifethis]

Let's try again

Being Miguel O'Hara's daughter has never been easy.

But you weren't his daughter anymore.

The Spider Society, the place you once called "home", had failed you. Your father had abandoned you. And on top of all this, you were starting to lose yourself.

Finally, Miguel dealt you the final blow.

"It was a mistake for you to be here."

And you ran away.

But no one came after him.

You were alone. You were lost. You didn't belong anywhere.

Then he came.

Wade Wilson. Deadpool.

And he kept you to himself

Taking shelter with Deadpool was one thing. Being trained by him was a completely different disaster.

"Today's first lesson: How to REALLY win a fight?"

“Strategy, agility, reflexes—”

“Wrong! If you throw the first punch, the fight starts and you win! Come on, hit me!"

Deadpool encouraged you with his arms open.

You looked at him suspiciously. "Really?"

"Yes, yes, hit me as hard as you can—"

And you punched him in the face.

Wade's head snapped to the side and he didn't move for a few seconds. Then a hoarse laugh came from under his mask.

"There's my little spider!"

So the training started.

Miguel always taught you to fight in an orderly, controlled manner. Deadpool, on the other hand, was teaching the exact opposite.

“The best way to defeat your enemy is to confuse him! Talk! Shout! Sing! Don't disturb them!"

"This is ridiculous," you muttered.

"It's ridiculous, but it works. Come on, tell me your favorite movies while we fight!"

When you tried this, you realized it actually worked.

You were fighting an enemy and suddenly you said, "You know, some people think 'Shrek 2' is better than the first one, and I think that's debatable!" When he exclaimed, you saw the man pause for a moment and then get kicked in the face.

Deadpool was clapping in the background. "My student is growing up!"

But it wasn't just about fighting.

Wade taught you to survive.

“You should be able to make your own weapons, heal your own wounds, and most importantly… trust yourself. Because no one will do this for you, understand?"

Miguel never said anything like that to you.

But Deadpool was saying it. And you knew he really meant it.

Over time, you realized that Wade was not just a mentor to you… he was truly a father figure.

You noticed this especially when you returned from a mission where you were seriously injured.

At first you tried not to show it to him. But Wade wasn't stupid.

"Okay, come on, take off your mask and show me—HEY, WHAT'S THAT BLOOD?!"

"It doesn't matter—"

"It doesn't matter?! You're losing blood, little one!"

As Deadpool paced around in a panic, you raised your hand to say, "Wade, calm down—" but he picked you up off the ground and literally carried you into the bathroom he had prepared like a hospital room.

He ate his head for an hour.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why weren't you more careful? Who put you in this state? I'm going to take out his internal organs—"

“Wade, I'm fine,” you said, but something inside you warmed up.

Because for the first time someone was really worried.

And that changed things.

You weren't just calling Deadpool Wade anymore.

He was your father.

And he started to see you as his daughter.

But the past wouldn't let you go easily.

One day, a portal opened.

And there he stood—Miguel O'Hara. Your father.

But this time, he was just a stranger to you.

Deadpool immediately stood in front of him, spreading his arms.

"Wow, look who's here! Big, grumpy spiderman! Tell me, did you get a reward for abandoning your daughter?"

Miguel's jaw tightened.

"You don't belong here, Wilson," he said coldly.

"Oh, really? Because I'm here. And this girl is my family now," Deadpool said, then turned his head to you. "Right, kid?"

For the first time, you looked fearlessly into Miguel's eyes.

"You left me," you said. "But Wade didn't."

Miguel fell silent.

And that's when he realized he had truly lost you forever.

After Miguel left, Deadpool took a deep breath and shook his head.

"Girl, this guy is a total chaos machine. He needs to be sent to therapy."

You smiled.

"My daughter?"

Deadpool suddenly panicked. "Oh, well—well, I don't know, it just came out of my mouth by accident, but if you want—I mean—"

And at that moment, you laughed heartily, perhaps for the first time in your life.

“I want to be your daughter,” you said.

Deadpool's eyes lit up.

"I'm definitely going to have this printed on a t-shirt!"

And that's when you felt like you were really home.

And the worst?

He knew he deserved it.

[fan-a-tink]

every day should be Jayden Revri appreciation day, if you ask me. cue my favourite Charles gifs:

final gif by @mellxncollie

Jayden captured the duality of Charles perfectly: The boy he thinks he needs to be, and the boy he hides deep within himself. The boy who tries "to be extra happy for all of us" and the boy who "couldn't stop my dad from beating the shit out of me, no matter how good I was." The boy who fearlessly protects others, and the boy who couldn't protect himself. And it's all there in his eyes, all the pain and care and love. Jayden understands who Charles is and you can see it in every. single. frame.

Jayden is also the David Tennant of this show for how much the joy of playing Charles radiates from him, and the Michael Sheen of this show for how much he ships payneland. I love how much he loves the show and that he engages with the fandom, reminding us to not lose hope. He is the no.1 fan of the show and we love to see it!

And finally, I need to give a shout out to Jayden's incredible Charles playlist, because so many songs from that playlist have become so dear to me (Francesca, Family Line, Orpheus, Summer Child, The Mates of Soul) and I will forever cherish them not just for the beautiful songs they are but also for the connection to Charles and dead boy detectives. I already know that my wrapped this year will be dominated by them (and Swan Upon Leda, for Edwin) and I wouldn't want it any other way. Having a whole playlist to engage with and to deep dive into Charles' character was incredibly cool and I am so grateful to Jayden for sharing it with us.

Jayden Revri, you are a gem, and we are so so so lucky that you are our Charles forever.

[gremlingottoosilly]

reader who started out as pickpocket only to become a sugarbaby because konig thinks the groping while stealing is hot. put your hand on his ass to get his wallet.

You didn't want to grope his ass while working on getting his wallet. You honestly didn't want to do this. It's not your fault that is ass is round, fat and kinda muscular, that even his expensive pants can't really hide the whole fucking bakery he was hiding under these layers of fabric. It just got in the way - you wanted to grab the wallet or a phone or something else big and kinda squarish, pocking in the outline of his pocket while he was too busy chatting with some weird masked guy. You hoped it would be a cardholder or at least some cash for the road. It was a gun. And by the moment your grabby fingers wrapped around something that was obviously the barrel of a gun, you already felt a burning gaze and a hand going to catch you before you could dash to run. Man doesn't scream. Man doesn't even punch you. He knows that you can feel the gun in his pocket - something that is literally forbidden in a country like Austria - and that you understand that if he can carry it around so freely and fearlessly, he probably won't face the consequences if he were to use it. You're fucked. But, you're fucked not even for the obvious reasons, oh no. You're fucked because Konig likes you. It was about time someone finally noticed how well build he is, even though he left the army a while ago, and it was the first time in forever since someone grabbed his ass with such passion. A man of his resolve likes his women feisty, and with a bit of fire inside of them, so he ignores the fact you didn't even want to grope him...it's already done and he likes your hands on him too much to let go of a pretty little pickpocket like you. Hey, at least he picked you up from the rugs and troubles of a daylight petty thievery business. Being his sugar baby isn't as bad as you could imagine - you just have to make sure you like the feeling of constant threat, overly expensive gifts and his hands groping your ass at random times. A perfect life.

[ohmyplasticstars]

Patient 0 of lactose intolerance for real

And also some head canons I made for him

• He's lipid intolerant because the spice chemical Capsaicin is neutralised by lipid fats which can be found in milk which jokingly can be called lactose intolerance but really he's intolerant to lipid acids

Gotta take a lactese pill before touching any milk for realsss

• Before he was a mass killing machine he used to be a historian, of course he was always a primordial hero of change but he used to disguise himself to fit in with the people and he'd take up roles like king's advisors, great knights, wise men, or historians, preferably a polemologist (studier of history of wars) and he'd help the people change their fate by advising them from repeating old mistakes, but often they'd ignore him and that's very annoying and he'd be stuck in his reading hall recording the same tragedies over and over again

• he doesn't hate change he hates the lack of change, what is a herald of change if change is truly just large patterns that loop over the years, so he hates the lack of change, it's made him lose his meaning his purpose

• hates patterns (randomly hates them on clothes, walls places ect lmao)

• Adopted Nutmeg as a little cub from the rubble of a fallen monster clan site he found once, she was a little fierce guy and didn't recognise him as the king she was too baby to care so watching her hiss and spit at him fearlessly to protect herself, that amused him so he keeps her like a daughter (she's older than capsaicin) taught her everything she knows

• Capsaicin is probably his son I have yet to develop the full lore for these two, but I imagine it's a like evil father and good son that doesn't wanna follow his steps

• Likes wearing henna, likes stitching, and welding weapons, why not he's been here forever he's probably picked up all sorts of hobbies over the years.

• has tusks and smoke perpetually spews from the sides of his mouth

• had or has a secret hall way where he used to keep the memorials of his friends from over the eons, crowns of royalties, swords of knights, poems and books and quills and ink of poets, writers, advisors, paintings from artists, gifts from the people

It' built up over the years, if every object was one person he has enough to repopulate a whole new earth bread, he's done it for this long

It's making him go mad

[sparklystarrrr]

Well now that I’ve read your newest papa crewel fic I need one where Floyd is dating crewels daughter!!!

Meeting the parents prompts will genuinely never get old for me IT’S TOO PERFECT

Dinner Tension

Synopsis: Bringing your scary eel boyfriend over to your home to meet your dad is… interesting to say the least.

Contains: Floyd L. x Fem! Reader, Reader is Crewel’s daughter, crack and fluff, GUESS WHO GOT THE FLOYD MERMAN SSR CARDDDD

(Y/n) just hung up the phone call with her father. Her deeply distressed and worried father. Surprise surprise, they'd just gotten off a call where (y/n) suggested she bring over her boyfriend for dinner! Her boyfriend being none other that the infamous Floyd Leech~

Crewel was physically quaking in his expensive fur coat.

His most chaotic student, dating his dear daughter, COMING OVER FOR DINNER??!! IN HIS HOME??!!!!!! Absurd. His finest china plates would NOT be taken out this dinner. The call was full of papa Crewel repeating,”Pup, are you really sure you’d like to have him over for dinner??” And obviously (y/n) would respond with,”Dad, I’m bringing him over whether you like it or not! See you at 6pm!!” and hang up the call before he could argue it.

It took a while to fully convince him this would be at least a mediocre idea to have Floyd come over. A few hours and promising that she would take out the dogs on her own was sure to do the trick. When finally getting Divius on board, he was already making dinner two hours before the couple came. He created a deliciously expensive thick slab of steak garnished with various vegetables. A truly classic meal. He did have to chase off a dog or five from getting the food before anyone else did — they really were well trained, but any canine would jump at the chance to eat such well prepared meats!

Once he finished setting the table, the doorbell sang happily to the Crewel household. Divius sauntered over to the door. “Hi papa!” (y/n) smiled joyfully. “I brought Floyd just like I said!! Come here babe!" The young woman whispered while grasping the hand of her scarily tall boyfriend. He stood with a slanted yet cheery smile and in a clean navy blue hoodie and jeans. He even wore the sneakers he recently bought as opposed to the shoes he wore to his basketball practices. How fancy of him~

"Hey Beakfish, what's up?" Floyd spoke in his normal playful tone. Divius had developed an angry vein on his forehead."It is Master Crewel to you, pup. Just because you are in a relationship with my daughter doesn't mean the title will fall." -- Is what he would've liked to say had (y/n) not interrupted him before his mouth could open,"We should go sit down, right? We have lots of catching up to do!" The girl knew how her father was, and so in order not to have any mishaps or problems, she would have to interrupt... just a little bit...

The three sat at the table, Floyd a bit more clumsier than the Crewel family. His long muscular arm swung around the back of (y/n)'s chair lazily, ”This food looks real delicious~ Usually I only get ta have a chomp of this fancy stuff at the Lounge before givin' it to the customers!" He said with a toothy grin while practically salivating at the food before him. "Ah...Very interesting..." Divius grimaced. (Y/n) sweatdropped, ”You know, the dinner’s getting cold. Let’s eat and talk later!-“ “Dinner can wait Puppy.” Divius said, clearly not interested in eating just yet. His strict grey eyes fixed on Floyd who sat fearlessly in front of his girlfriend's father.”Enough of this small talk. What are your intentions with my daughter, Pup?” …Why is he suddenly gripping the butter knife next to his plate?

“Oh, Shrimpy over here? Oh yeah I like her, I think I’m gonna keep‘er forever!” He said ever so casually with a sharp toothed smirk. Divius was somehow caught up in his words, not expecting it out of the eel. It pleased him to hear the boys words, so much so that he ungripped the butter knife and swirled the glass of red wine in front of him before taking a sip. "Hm... And what are your plans for the future in terms of career paths? I should have you know my daughter will only be allowed to be in a relationship with a man able to fund her expensive lifestyle." "DAD STOP!-" "Oh hush Puppy, you know I will only ever allow you to live a rich and happy life drenched in designer," It was clearly no secret that Crewel enjoyed spoiling his daughter..."Anywho, back to the question." He said, turning to Floyd.

"Uhhh I dunno Beakfishy. Imma just go where the tide pushes me, y'know?" He spoke casually. This boy was going to be the death of Crewel. Oh... there he goes with the butter knife again... The man was biting his bottom lip to hold back any unsavory comments to his choice of lifestyle, Floyd is still his student after all. "I see... And what are your plans after graduating from Night Raven College?"

"Man I'm tired of all of these questions! Can we eat now or what?" Crewel froze up, looking like he was about to leap over the table. He quickly grabbed the bottle of red wine in the middle of the table and filled his cup to the brim."D-dad.. you can stop now..."(y/n) sweat-dropped. "I'm quite fine Puppy." He said firmly. He took a quick swig of wine straight from the bottle."Eat, the food will grow cold any second now." He waved. "Aw yeah Beakfish man, you're the best!" Floyd stabbed his fork into the juicy steak after scrapping the vegetables off of it. His sharp teeth chomped through the piece of meat quickly, leaving a bit of a mess around his mouth.

"Geez, this stuff's GOOD! How'd ya make this, do ya got any more? Babe, can I have yours?-" "NO! My steak..." (y/n) said defensively before scarfing down her own steak before Floyd could get his fork to it. It left a mess around her mouth, matching his own messy chompers. They looked at each other and cackled happily. Crewel just kept a loooong sip of wine going while watching his daughter and her impulsive boyfriend play fight over food, completely forgetting every lesson of lady-likeness he taught her. The man had to be drunk to be able to watch this and let out even the faintest sigh of a chuckle. But before his red wined descent, watching his daughter so happy with this rather odd merman boy made his heart flutter... just a bit...

[coralearei]

The Touch Of Death - Honkai Star Rail - Castorice x Reader - Based on Leaks

gn! reader - huge possibility that this is ooc, I don't know much about the Amphoreus characters yet, as you can see I have a soft spot for purple women

Castorice, who brings death to everything she touches. As her fingers skim any trace of life, it withers away, writhing in its last moments. She knows full well that whatever being is under her fingertips has always been aging, of course; her touch only makes it age faster. Many plants and animals have suffered this fate, and so have a few humans, though not by intention. The human population of Amphoreus is quickly dwindling due to the current state of apocalypse, after all, and Castorice wouldn’t want to make it any worse.

Castorice, who knows from the start that it’s safer not to talk to you. She’s on official business, standing by Aglaea’s side when she sees you for the first time. You are an outsider, that much is obvious. You are not from Amphoreus, and because of that, you are not to be trusted under any circumstances, as much as you seem to draw everyone around you in, and as much as you’ve charmed the locals, which unfortunately includes some of the other Chrysos Heirs.

Castorice, who abhors how much Aglaea trusts you. The Dressmaster starts to become a regular member of your combat party, fighting recklessly with someone she starts to refer to as “the foreigner.” In secret, Castorice relishes the sound of your name, her eyes widening in excitement as she sees it written in the language of Amphoreus.

Castorice, who sees you a few weeks later in Marmoreal Market with your other outsider friend, the stoic one with the scaly, green-and-white jacket. He has presented himself as a decent person, at the very least, but he’s rather… dreary in comparison to you. You look quite cute playing with a Chimera that’s just come up to you. A thought buds itself into Castorice’s mind— she wishes she were the Chimera, shamelessly nuzzling into your boot.

Castorice, who is infuriated the moment you leave Okhema. She reprimands herself for this particular fit of rage, knowing that you’re not supposed to stay in the holy city forever, and vows to act as your shadow while you’re gone. While you sleep, she inches her hand closer to you, careful not to get too close— you can’t be a hero if you’re dead. Still, she revels in unknown moments like these. They are the closest she’ll get to being near you, but they still remain in obscurity. The only thing you notice is something that vaguely resembles the silhouette of a smoky indigo dragon.

Castorice, who spots you at the Marmoreal Palace— presumably, it’s your first time, given your adorable yelps as you try to soak in the water, seemingly too hot for you. A few people have noticed her nearly gawking at you by now, and she makes an exaggerated turn before stomping away to the section of the bathhouse reserved for Chrysos Heirs, letting a wave of embarrassment sink in. At the very least, you haven’t noticed.

Castorice, who listens to Mydei recount his tall tales of combat in the reserved bath. You’re in the story he’s telling, fearlessly swinging your baseball bat through hordes of Titankin before Mydei delivers his glorious finishing blow. 

Castorice, who hears you everywhere. Not only your voice, but the voices of others praising you. She hates how close everyone around her is to you… why can’t she be the same?

Castorice, who laments how distant you are, and how far you will always remain from her.

[retroaria]

Hey hey I hope u doin well :) I would like to request a wind breaker headcannon when their girl is really sassy/badmouth like swaering and gets herself into trouble. Maybe for Suo , Kaji, Sakura, Toma and Umemiya :).

a/n: i’m notoriously not good at writing for hiragi so i apologize for excluding him :( thank you so much for the request and i appreciate your patience!! <3

• | WIND BREAKER M.LIST | •

Suō finds your behavior rather entertaining, so much so that he lets it go on longer than it should some times. Not that he finds it humorous or anything - he finds it really attractive actually.

he loves watching you handle your own and be fierce about it, sometimes leans over and makes a cat growling noise in your ear (such a cheeky loser lol)

defends you with the biggest smile on his face, “sorry, she’s a hot head.” - he’s not sorry at all and he’s about to go give you a fist bump for telling the person off.

if ever he finds you biting off more than you can chew, he steps in and handles the rest for you. you guys are kind of evil, an evil team if you will. (it’s pretty romantic!)

kaji’s favorite little moment of life with you is when he gets to say “i told you so.” not only does it grant him exclusive access to the adorable pouty face you make while he teases you, it also makes him feel less guilty for not actually stopping you from running your mouth and getting into trouble.

“i told you not to do that.” sure he did! once or twice…maybe…under his breath as to not distract you from unleashing your rath. seriously though, for as much distaste as he shows in your rowdiness, he can’t hide the little smirk that gives him away while he sits back and watches you go off. he isn’t sure if he should be amused, proud, or concerned, but somehow he’s all of the above.

kaji’s biggest fear would be you causing some sort of drama in the community, and the rest of the guys have to start keeping tabs on you. so he keeps tabs on you himself and lends a hand when he sees necessary. he’s also sure to cover your tracks and would defend you with his life (unless he gets bored and realizes it’s pointless but in that case he knows you can figure it out on your own) partners in crime!

umemiya pretends to have zero recollection when a story of your aggressive misadventures is mentioned to him. “whaaaaat she didn’t do that, pffft- and if she did i’m sure she had a reason…yeah…” he must’ve been out of town that weekend. he loves you with all your fiery rage of course, but some of the stuff you’ve done really makes his head spin (in a simultaneously loving and nauseating way)

he gives you the same pep talks he gives the other guys in bofurin and encourages you to fight every battle with a purpose. once you get the hang of that he’s sure to let you know that “because i wanted to” and “because i can” are not good enough reasons to curse someone out and threaten to have your boyfriend come and beat them up. (he knew what he was signing up for)

despite the different ground you both stand on in certain situations, he loves that you’re strong and independent and sees those qualities as being forever beneficial, so he wouldn’t change you for the world. maybe just change your approach! i’m sure that would spare him a few drops of sweat and flustered apologies on your behalf.

sakura is truly not fond of how many uncomfortable (and slightly dangerous?) situations you’ve roped him into. hes got hands for days, but he can’t really formulate full sentences sometimes, so he tends to take the back seat and silently beg you to stop and leave them alone and just go home or else they’re gonna get even more angry and- oh but if that actually happens suddenly he’s pumped and ready to hand out mean left hooks like it’s nothing.

he can’t quite wrap his head around how quickly and fearlessly you engage in aggressive verbal confrontation without just rolling your sleeves up before even opening your mouth. he finds it just as admirable as it is scary.

unlike umemiya, knowing you threatened some asshole trying to mess with you that HE was gonna come and mess them up gives him instant gratification. he’s on the way! actually he was probably already there with you and as soon as you stopped yelling and he could take his hands off his ears he’s ready to defend your honor. he’s the robin to your batman sometimes, but just let him believe he’s batman, for his sake and yours.

wooo another wind breaker post for the books!!! i’m sorry i’m a sleeper agent when it comes to writing anything besides blue lock but have faith in me guys -aria

[sylus-shivanika]

The Kiss is so dreamy and sweet.

It’s not just about a lip meeting, it’s about everything that surrounds it. The soft light slipping through the trees, the way he’s holding her like she’s something precious, something irreplaceable. His hand firm around her waist, the other gently bracing her against the tree, as if grounding himself in the reality that she’s finally his.

And what makes it even more beautiful? She’s the one who leans in. Again.

She initiates the kiss for the second time.

But this time, there’s something different, something symbolic. Before kissing him, she gently applies maple syrup onto his lips. Slow. Intimate. As if to say, “This is how sweet you make love feel for me.”

It wasn’t just a playful move, it was her way of expressing what words couldn’t. The sweetness of their love, the softness of finally letting go, of choosing each other fully, fearlessly.

And when their lips meet again?

It’s slow, lingering, and full of emotion. A kiss that tastes like warmth and home and everything they’ve been holding back for far too long. It’s dreamy in the way only real love can be, when you know this moment will live in your heart forever.

There’s a kind of magic in that kiss.

A quiet declaration, sealed with syrup and soul.

[gleefulpoppet]

You move me, Kurt. Ten years [X]. Eleven years [X]. Twelve years. [--]

[dreamlovetarot]

☁️「𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑」🏹

left to right: pile 1, pile 2, pile 3

Welcome, 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟,

as we embark upon a journey through the veils of time. In this celestial reading, we shall unveil the whispers of what your destined beloved shall hold most dear in you. Embrace this ethereal dance with an open heart, and may the stars above sprinkle their magic upon your path.

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠, 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠,

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒚 ⁓

Enchanting Disclaimer: Let it be known that Tarot's realm, found within these pages, is one of whimsical entertainment. What transpires is my personal interpretation, a delicate thread weaving through the cards' tapestry. Each portrayal, though bathed in speculation, seeks to capture your imagination. As you tread the starlit path of this reading, the harmony between your heart's song and its melodies shall guide you. Tarot's allure, an ethereal waltz, rests upon the tendrils of choice, where your intuition casts its own spell.

꒰ 🪼 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 01

The cards of your destiny: 7 of cups, child: orphan, the sentinel, the twins

Within the realm of your being, an enchanting tapestry unfolds. Your future spouse is drawn to the radiance of your imaginative spirit, finding allure in the way you perceive the world. Your ability to discern opportunity in even the most intricate patterns of life, and your unwavering understanding of choice, create a symphony of admiration.

Your essence weaves dreams into reality, infusing purpose into each step you take. There's a delicate magic in your willingness to dream without restraint, to paint your life with the hues of possibility. This mystical aura you carry isn't tinged with negativity, but rather a sparkling optimism that kindles fascination.

Yet, beyond the ephemeral, your independence shines like a distant star, guiding you to gather knowledge on your own terms. You're a self-sufficient learner, a wanderer across the cosmos of wisdom, and your partner cherishes this self-reliance.

In your stride, your beloved sees a warrior spirit. Your unwavering faith in yourself and your capacity to conquer any challenge bestows you with an aura of courage and resolve. This inner certainty sets you on a path of endless possibilities, a journey your partner deeply admires.

The Twins card whispers of your multi-dimensional nature. You're a puzzle with pieces that delightfully don't always fit together. Your unpredictability paints your journey with intrigue, offering a constant sense of discovery to your partner's heart.

This fusion of dreaminess and autonomy creates a unique alchemy. You master the art of emotional balance, a dance between grounding and flight. Your independence is the armor that shields you, and your dreams are the wings that let you soar.

In this cosmic dance, you embody a spectrum of hues, and your beloved admires everything about your essence, encompassing green, beige, and even the occasional red flag. You are an enigma with layers that continue to captivate. As you navigate your journey, remember the charm that emanates from your fusion of dreams and self-reliance, as it is casting a spell that keeps your partner forever captivated.

꒰ 🪼 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 02

The cards of your destiny: the moon, angel, the aspirant, the runaway

In the tapestry of your future, your beloved finds fascination in your intuitive nature and your profound self-awareness. Your thoughts, akin to twinkling stars, intrigue their curiosity. They are drawn to your emotional transparency, where you fearlessly share your worries and anxieties, offering a glimpse into the depths of your soul.

What truly enchants your future partner is your selflessness, a trait that shines with a brilliance of its own. Your willingness to extend your help without seeking anything in return casts a radiant glow upon your being. You embody a magical essence that radiates empathy and compassion, pulling them into your orbit.

But you're more than an angelic presence; you're a dreamer with aspirations that stretch toward the cosmos. Your ambition and tenacity in pursuing your dreams are evident. Even in the face of challenges, you approach them with open dialogue and a spirit that marches forward undeterred.

The Runaway card, cloaked in mystery, adds a layer of intrigue to your essence. While you're resolute in facing difficulties, there's also a yearning for personal freedom. Your desire to keep certain parts of yourself hidden imparts an air of enigma. This doesn't hinder your ability to connect; rather, it adds a layer of complexity that draws others in.

In your journey, you may momentarily retreat from challenges, but your determination never wavers. Your reliability shines through, especially in supporting others through their tribulations. Your partner is captivated by the unique harmony you embody, a symphony of strength, compassion, and an alluring aura that casts a spell upon their heart

꒰ 🪼 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 03

The cards of your destiny: ace of wands, warrior, the heir, the enchanter

Within the enchanting dance of your destined union, your future partner is captivated by the radiant bloom of your creativity. You are a wellspring of inspiration, a vessel brimming with untold possibilities. Like a star yearning to blaze brighter, you embrace growth and new horizons, ensuring that every moment shared is a tapestry of exploration.

In your presence, the strength of galaxies twinkles. Your spouse admires your unwavering fortitude and adeptness, where discipline and unyielding determination harmonize effortlessly. An aura of power surrounds you, untainted by the trappings of ego, allowing you to navigate both your internal landscape and external connections with an elegant grace.

Your self-awareness casts a gentle glow, illuminating both your strengths and vulnerabilities. The Heir card alludes to concealed potential, a treasure trove of abilities awaiting discovery even by you. This interplay between modesty and untapped gifts weaves an enchanting allure that draws your partner closer.

Occasionally, hesitation may cast its delicate shadow upon you. Doubts may cloud your perception of your talents, questioning whether you truly measure up or possess the necessary capability. This humility, coupled with a touch of uncertainty, forms an irresistible magnetism that pulls your partner into your orbit.

In your essence resides the art of transformation, a symphony of alchemy. Your mastery lies in transmuting the mundane into the extraordinary, crafting new dimensions from the threads of everyday life. This isn't manipulation in the conventional sense, but a kind of enchantment that breathes fresh life into situations, relationships, and your artistic pursuits.

Be it as a designer, an artist, or a weaver of light, your innate talent to manipulate and shape scenes entrances your future partner. They're captivated by your ability to reshape perspectives, inviting others to see the world anew through your unique vision.

In their eyes, you shine like constellations in the velvet sky, a mosaic of brilliance. Your creativity, your potential, and your artistic flair are celebrated and cherished. They stand as your most ardent supporter, unwavering in their belief in you. In their gaze, your essence swirls like stardust, a mesmerizing fusion of potential and artistic magic.

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[paperanmitsu]

Black Butterflies and Deja Vu

Started playing Love and Deep Space, the hyper-fixation is strong so thought I'd try some writing. Asked some friends for LI/Prompt/Song to see what would happen!

Character: Sylus x MC Song: Black Butterflies & Deja Vu by The Maine Prompt: When they first meet, the words he can't speak. Rating: G? PG? For: @stellarbursts

He is nothing but a black butterfly to the flame that is her life, her soul a molten sunset radiating from her and enveloping him in burning streaks of red and gold. The warmth of it is on his skin like the itchy sensation right before getting a sunburn, the memory of her always brings with it a cool breeze drenching him in the scent of wildflowers.

The irony of the situation is not lost on him, since when did the dragon become a prince, rescuing princesses in distress. He has no patience to draw it out, he needs to be next to her. The danger he eradicates like dust in the wind, and he makes his way to the most precious treasure that he has ever had.

He meets her eyes, fearlessly, boldly, hungrily. Too long has he waited to be in her presence again, to find the other half of his soul, magnets drawn together forever. His soul bound in her the North Star he used to navigate through the emptiness of diamond studded space, the part of her soul bound within him jealously guarded flickering coals he protects as fiercely as any dragon hoard in a cave.

The thinly contained excitement, the thrill of success in his blood intoxicating like sacred wine. His heart, thrumming so fast, they are at the stand of the summit. The edge of the aircraft before leaping intertwined into the skies--the crescendo. Now he will finally find out, how her song for him ends.

But before his lifetime spanning love can reach his eyes, he looks into hers and sees nothing. Nothing in her gaze, nothing in the eyes that he dreams of. He is a stranger to her, or worse. Even now, even now she tests him. Punishes him.

Desperation and fear comes out as rage and coldness. He barely knows what he is saying to her now, but the words on his lips and in his eyes don't match what his entire being is crying out. Begging her to hear what he isn't saying. The two souls housed in his body are beating frantically against the wall separating their other half.

Recognize me, remember me. It's me. Your dragon. I'm here. He suffocates in a loneliness that smells like decaying wildflowers and old blood.

What a fool to think he could escape from the shadows. Her song for him still has no ending. How could a dragon ever dream of being a prince.

A small voice, so pathetic he'd never admit it was his. A prayer only his soul can hear, A desperate attempt to shatter the anonymity keeping them apart. Please, my beloved, let me come home. But silence is the only response. A bittersweet crescendo to an unfinished symphony

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🖤 The Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) was signed into law on July 26, 1990. To commemorate the occasion, we celebrate Disability Pride Month each July. Disability Pride celebrates people with disabilities for who they are, as they are—no exceptions. To shine a light on the stories, voices, and experiences of disabled persons, here are a few beautiful, illuminating stories for #DisabilityPrideMonth.

[ List below. ]

💚 The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet ❤️ The Education of Pip 🤍 Get a Life, Chloe Brown 💛 Love From A to Z 💙 Only and Forever 🖤 On the Bright Side

💚 Into the Drowning Deep ❤️ Dragonfall 🤍 Cemetery Boys 💛 To Shape a Dragon's Breath 💙 Before the Devil Knows You're Here 🖤 Silver Under Nightfall

💚 Kinship and Kindness ❤️ A Power Unbound 🤍 Kit & Basie 💛 Key Lime Sky 💙 Fella Enchanted 🖤 Venom & Vow

💚 Fae's Freedom ❤️ Out on a Limb 🤍 A Taste of Gold Iron 💛 The Last Sun 💙 The Unwanted Prophet 🖤 Iron Widow

💚 The Spirit Bares Its Teeth ❤️ Stars in Their Eyes 🤍 At First Spite 💛 Phantom & Rook 💙 A Lady for a Duke 🖤 Don't Be a Drag

💚 Icarus - K. Ancrum ❤️ Cosmoknights 🤍 Nimona 💛 The Gentleman's Guide to Vice 💙 Paige Not Found 🖤 Tears in the Water

💚 The Secret Summer Promise ❤️ Love Letters for Joy 🤍 The Luis Ortega Survival Club 💛 The Year My Life Went Down the Toilet 💙 Will on the Inside 🖤 When the Angels Left the Old Country

💚 Disability Visibility ❤️ Run 🤍 We Are Never Meeting in Real Life 💛 Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens 💙 Sitting Pretty: The View From My Ordinary 🖤 The Pretty One

💚 Diary of a Young Naturalist ❤️ The Degenerates 🤍 Meet Me in Outer Space 💛 The Silence Between Us 💙 Haben: The Deafblind Woman Who Conquered Harvard Law 🖤 Cursed

💚 Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice ❤️ Your Hearts, Your Scars 🤍 Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability, and Making Space 💛 The Collected Schizophrenias 💙 Say Hello 🖤 My Body and Other Crumbling Empires

💚 Mean Baby ❤️ True Biz 🤍 We've Got This 💛 Losing Music 💙 Easy Beauty 🖤 Life on Delay

💚 Crop Kinship ❤️ Demystifying Disability 🤍 El Deafo 💛 Hummingbird - Natalie Lloyd 💙 Show Me a Sign 🖤 The Chance to Fly

💚 Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus ❤️ One for All 🤍 You, Me, and Our Heartstring 💛 All the Right Reasons 💙 The Bone Houses 🖤 Fearlessly Different

[sirenpearldust]

Pearl - Part one

series masterlist ⋆ part two

Pair: Eris x reader; Lucien x reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.191

Warnings: Lucien is only mentioned, unrequited love, fluff, angst, arranged marriage, mentions of pregnancy and virginity

Once you two were the closest of friends and now you were his wife.

The marriage wasn't terrible, he was a good husband, but your heart belonged to Lucien.

You had been terribly in love with him for as long as you could remember, your heart would often feel like it was about to burst out of your chest. The similarities between Eris and Lucien didn't make it any easier.

"Have you thought of any names yet?" you asked softly, struggling to zip your dress.

Eris approached, offering his assistance, his upper body bare and sweaty.

Multiple freckles adorned his exercise-hardened body, stretching across his skin.

He looked too good; you shouldn’t be drawn to him. Your heart belongs to his brother. You cursed yourself for thinking about Lucien while drooling over Eris.

Yet, those shoulders, those full lips, and seeing him sometimes in uniform made you feel delirious.

He appeared composed, unlike you, showing no signs of breathlessness after everything you did.

He smirked as if he knew what you'd been thinking.

"What?" you asked.

Eris smiled warmly, remarking, "Considering you're eyeing me, like my brothers do with Mother's strawberry cake, I think I look good."

You laughed.

"You look horrible," you blurted out. "Your ego shouldn't become bigger."

Eris only chuckled finally securing the zipper.

You turned around, looking up at him. His russet eyes were filled with love and a dazzling smile stretched across his face. He seemed happy you noted.

"Stop smiling," you demanded.

"I'm not responsible for what my face does when you talk," Eris replied with a grin.

His hands sought your waist, drawing you close, chest to chest.

"I think we've had enough for today," you interjected, placing your hands between you two, creating a small distance. He merely laughed, nuzzling his head into your neck, inhaling your scent.

"We are now husband and wife, don't be shy now, there is nothing wrong with me hugging you. Hugging my wife," he said. You playfully hit him.

"I've picked some names. I just hope you like them," he said, his voice slightly muffled.

He kept running his nose along your neck, making you shiver and softly laugh.

Running your hands through his soft hair, you felt him shudder in response, a quiet sigh escaping his lips.

He fought the urge to confess.

I am in love with you. I've been in love with you since forever.

Pulling his face from your neck, he gazed into your eyes. His right hand slowly rose to tenderly caress your cheek before he kissed your forehead.

Guilt consumed you, weighing heavily on your conscience for entertaining thoughts of his brother while fully aware of Eris's feelings for you.

He wasn't subtle in his behavior around you, he looked out for you, even as you were foolishly in love with Lucien, who already had a mate and had been courting her.

Perhaps Eris was meant to be your mate, perhaps the bond would snap while being with him. Either way, you couldn't abandon him, you owed him your loyalty, as he deserved it.

"You're cute," he chuckled, watching your face scrunch up in an adorable manner.

"What?" you asked, puzzled.

"I said you look stupid," he snickered mischievously.

"Eris! How dare you!" you exclaimed, mouth agape at his audacity.

He laughed out loud as you attempted to wriggle out of his hug.

While watching you, doubts slowly began to surface. Although you were now officially his wife, he knew you were still in love with Lucien.

He desired to win you over, a goal he'd set since your first meeting.

He remembered it, clear as day.

He was mean to you and despite being the high lord's son, you had fearlessly insulted him, causing Lucien to burst into laughter and your own parents to scold you.

Now years later, you were attempting to conceive a child because Beron desired it.

He believed that your power would be a valuable addition to the blood line, so the marriage was arranged.

You bid farewell to your friends and family, knowing that you couldn't see them as often as before. You had taken on new responsibilities .

Raised in a wealthy and affluent family, you were perceived as family-oriented, educated, and poised in Beron’s eyes, despite the fact that your siblings might beg to differ.

In his eyes, you were a precious pearl, untainted and pure.

The sight of your bloodied sheets on the wedding night confirmed to him that you were a virgin, worthy of his son and as the princess of his court.

To you it was a dumb tradition that needed to disappear, a rule discriminating against females. It held power over them while men faced no such restrictions.

Despite being over 300 years old, you had never been intimate with anyone. Eris was surprised, he had expected the opposite.

Nevertheless, he was deeply in love with you, unable to imagine life without you - he would have taken you regardless. Still the mere thought of someone else being with you filled him with raging jealousy.

You upheld that tradition yourself, not only due to your families pressure but also out of a lack of interest in giving yourself to someone, only to potentially regret it later; at least with a husband, you reasoned, he would be bound to you.

It didn't mean that you were inexperienced or unaware of what needed to be done and how to do it, you weren't naive.

Marrying Eris and having a child with him would secure your family's high status, even though your father strongly opposed the union. Your father had different plans, and a marriage to the heir of the court wasn't part of them.

You and Eris each reassured your father and mother that you would be protected.

He himself promised you, to save you from the same fate as his mothers.

Your wedding was a grand affair, with a significant amount of money spent and all your loved ones in attendance, except for Lucien.

He couldn't risk his life by attending but sent a heartfelt letter wishing you happiness and asking you to inform him if Eris ever wronged you.

As wedding presents he sent you a beautiful blue dress, reminiscent of the night sky, a solar system from the Dawn Court, along with books from the Day Court.

The sweetness of his gestures moved you to tears, deepening your love for him and making you feel ugly as you were now married to Eris.

Eris, always protective of you, became even more obsessed and vigilant after the wedding. He was somewhat relieved that Lucien couldn't attend, despite missing his brother dearly. Eris feared that your love for Lucien might grow stronger, causing you to lose any affection for him.

But that’s not the only thing he had been worrying about.

Unbeknownst to you, he secretly has been using a forbidden tonic to reduce his fertility.

You having a child would jeopardize his plans, it would put you in harms way if anything were to go wrong.

And he wanted to win your heart over before burdening you with a child.

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[littledarknesgold]

Mortarion x girlfriend reader When the other villagers saw him as a stranger, she saw him as a man who just wanted to be loved. During a great crusade across the galaxy, on the Death Guard's flagship, Mortarion marries and feels happy for the first time in a long time. Typhus kidnaps Y/N and forces her to enter the service of the god Nurgle under threat of Mortarion's death. Nurgle takes a liking to her and makes her a princess of decay. After centuries in Nurgle's garden, she meets Mortarion and explains everything to him. They both hate their forms, but they have no choice but to suffer forever.

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What is sorrow to the living is joy to the dead.

Warnings: mention of rot and insects, mention of loss, soft yandere.

You were different.

Mortarion knew it from the start, when you spoke to him without fear back on Barbarus. To others there he was as much a monster as his foster father, but not to you.

And when the time came to join the Emperor's Great Crusade, you stepped into the stars as fearlessly as you did that day, stepping out to meet him.

At first, everything was a bit complicated between you, but then it became easier, you got used to each other, liked each other, and then got married. Realized that you can't live without each other.

The Primarch of the 14th Legion never thought he would be ready for such great responsibility, nor did he think he deserved your affection, but you have calmed his troubled soul.

Your souls merged in a sacred marriage, becoming one and it seemed that nothing could separate you, but then the Horus Heresy came, and then, as if that weren't enough, Grandfather Nurgle. But you were together, so it wasn't all that bad, right?

No. Even you were taken from him, his ungrateful son Typhus stole you. That little bastard...

The Swarm Lord hid you in the Gardens of Nurgle, where Grandfather blessed you (or cursed you?) generously.

Mortarion's existence became a torment, not only because of his hideous new appearance, but also because he did not know what had happened to you or where you were. His soul was torn and torn in a fever.

His only source of joy, love and comfort was taken away from him and the Prince of Decay had nothing left to cling to. Until you were reunited again, though now you were more like a larva or caterpillar.

Burying his face in your gelatinous flesh, he realized the rotten tears.

You were together again and he made a promise to himself to get you both out at any cost, even if it was just a lie and you both were stuck here forever.