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itgirlmind · 2 years

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Oh, the Internet. A myriad of a million hyperlinks, videos, and social media platforms barraging us with contradicting advice from every single angle...and here I am to throw some more in your lap! Below are a handful of online blogs, Youtube channels, and Spotify podcasts that I myself love and live by. Truthfully, I did plan on adding a list of self help novels that transformed me into moi but....there's just far too many. Perhaps another time, my darlings! I sincerely hope that the media I've included here resonate with you and allow you to step into your highest self. Enjoy!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ blogs

La Vie En Rose Diaries by Blair Natalia

Blogpost of Choice: Why I’m Treating Myself like the Princess I Deserve to Be ♡

The It-Girl Diaries by Lydia

Blogpost of Choice: Becoming Your Own Version Of 'That Girl'

The Skinny Confidential by Lauryn Bosstick

Blogpost of Choice: How to Remove Toxicity From Your Mind And Body

Aria Kaiser by Aria Kaiser

Blogpost of Choice: Lets Talk Food

The It Girl Guide (TIGG) by Sky Haarsma

Blogpost of Choice: Our It-Girl Essentials

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ podcasts

Early Call Her Daddy episodes

Sofia With An F by Sofia Franklyn

Busy, Yet Pretty by Jadyn Hailey

The Wellness Cafe by Trinity Tondeleir

The Skinny Confidential by The Skinny Confidential

The Balanced Blonde by Jordan Younger

The Blonde Files by Arielle Lorre

Already Friends by Allison Wetig and Ceara Kirkpatrick

Middle Ground by Jo Johnson and Caroline Stelte

Crying In Public by Sydni and Sarah

The School of Greatness by Lewis Howes

The Tony Robbins Podcast by Tony Robbins

Trying Not To Care by Ashley Corbo

For You From Eve by Olivia Eve Shabo

Unf*ck Your Brain by Kara Loewentheil

The Psychology Of Your 20's by Jenna Sbeg

Habits Of A Goddess (Affirmations)

The goop Podcast by Goop Inc.

Almost 30 by Krista Williams and Lindsey Simcik

Guide Me Glow by Shannon Tang

Girls with Goals by AnnCatherine and Caroline

Hot Girl Energy by Kaylie Stewart

The Bossbabe Podcast by Natalie Ellis and Danielle Canty

Girlboss Radio by Puno

Gals On The Go by Danielle Carolan and Brooke Miccio

Girls That Invest by Sim and Sonya

Her First $100K by Tori Dunlap

Victoria's Thoughts by Victoria de Vall

Breaking Beauty by Jill and Carlene

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ youtube channels

Alay Bowker x Give Me Glow ; vlogs, guides, and inspo

Alyse Parker; wellness, lifestyle, and spirituality

Claudia Sulewski; vlogs, style inspo, lifestyle

dear peachie; beauty, makeup tutorials, makeup trends

Elena Taber; vlogs, lifestyle, and travel

Emma MacDonald; vlogs, hauls, and modeling

Eva Meloche; vlogs, lifestyle, organization inspo

Maddie Lymburner; meals, workouts, lifestyle inspo

MadFit; every type of workout for every type of fitness journey

Makayla Merie; vlogs, workout attire, lifestyle inspo

Meghan Livingstone; holistic nutrition, gut health, meal inspo

Romee Strijd; VS angel turned vlogger

The Skinny Confidential; recipes, girl talk, and wellness

Thewizardliz; the queen of having an "it girl mindset"

Yoga With Adriene; yoga for everybody!

Much love, Auden♡

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maitaitiu · 8 months

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courage may never be forgotten, but it apparently has its limits implied zelink (sort of??) | 1395 words

Quill in hand, Zelda serenely added a final sentence to her latest diary entry. She was ever-so-excited about the school she’d commissioned Bolson to build. Finally, it seemed, her Royal heritage had a use: endless funds for the betterment of society.

And actual betterment, she promised herself, not just flaunting more gemstones and bigger towns that left working villages to poverty and plague with nary a care; no. Zelda wanted to actually help everyone. Not just add more weight to the wallets of pompous nobles, including her own family.

She had many ideas- all of which she was giddily noting down in her diary- but she was also trying to be cautious of stepping on the toes of traditions or other important things… it was a lot to learn, and she knew she’d already overstepped boundaries in a handful of places. She knew she could do better, no matter how long it took her. After all, seventeen years of training relentlessly to fill the shoes of a Goddess, followed by a century imprisoned in a half-coma with only Evil as company, and now… this… almost complete tranquillity… it was a sudden change, and nobody could fault her for being rather out-of-touch.

Honestly, the calm nature of her now-daily life had been like a shock of ice-water. How easy it all seemed… wake up, have the leisure of picking the day’s clothes, and have time for breakfast… some days she even let herself lounge in bed until the sun was high in the sky! Something that’d have been unthinkable in her past…

There was still a lot to adjust to; the aching hole in her chest left by the deaths of her friends, the countless citizens, the castle staff, and her father was almost too much to deal with at times, and on those days, she’d stay curled up in bed, unsure if she was on the brink of tears or if she just wanted to go back to sleep.

A silver lining, though, was that on those days, Link would bring food up to their sometimes-shared bed, along with a handful of fresh-picked flowers from the garden, and he’d braid her hair and listen to her ramblings or tell boring stories from his adventure or the mouths of gossipers in town to distract them both from whatever darkness plagued their minds.

He was downstairs at the moment, and Zelda could pick up the heavenly scent of his cooking in the air. She set about to begin a little sketch in her diary based on the copy of mock-up blueprints Bolson had given her, to accompany the entry, when-

THUNK.

Zelda froze, her hand just above her ink-pot, the quill-tip barely a millimetre from being dipped, and called out, “Link? Is everything alright?”

From downstairs, she heard him make a frantic noise of affirmation, and then something drop to the floor and smash, and then the clattering of wooden furniture as it scraped against the floor.

With a resigned sigh, Zelda corked the ink, set her quill down on the bedside table, and pulled herself out from under the quilt.

Though she had picked up a pillow with the intent of fluffing it and laying the bed properly, upon hearing a second THUNK, she gave up on the idea of being a good homeowner-guest-whatever-she-was-since-this-was-technically-Link’s-house, and instead hurried to the banister to look downstairs.

She wasn’t entirely sure what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t to meet Link’s wide-eyed gaze as he stood atop the dining table, the Great Eagle Bow in hand and ready to fire at a speck on the floor.

Or maybe it was exactly what she had been expecting.

“Link. What are you doing?” Zelda asked, and watched Link’s odd expression (was that fear? Was he afraid of something? She should probably be more alarmed, if that were the case) melt into sheepishness, and a hint of red flushed into his pallid cheeks.

While she was incredibly glad that Link was so far out of his shell these days… Goddess, he was completely incomprehensible at times.

Link only looked more embarrassed the longer she looked at him, though when the speck on the floor shifted just slightly, he must have spotted it from the corner of his eye, as he stumbled backwards on the table and let the arrow fly on accident.

Zelda closed her eyes as he clattered to the floor with a yelp, and chose to ignore that there was now a third arrow sticking out of the floorboards as she hurtled down the stairs and to Link’s side.

“Spider.” Was his only explanation when Zelda snatched the bow from his hands and pulled him up. With his face now a deep shade of red, he pointed to the speck on the floor, which Zelda could just now make out to be a tiny little house-spider.

The poor thing must have been terrified.

Though a glance at Link told her that he was likely much the same.

Unexpected, but…

Zelda held back a giggle as she calmly walked to the cupboards for a glass as Link climbed back onto one of the chairs.

She chose a simple cup and found a piece of spare parchment on the countertop, both of which she used to trap the spider and safely transfer it out the front door, around into the garden, where she knelt down in the grass and carefully let it free in the flowerbed.

As she dusted the soil from her trousers, she looked back toward the house, only to see Link’s horrified face pressed against the window.

After a moment of consideration- and a moment to collect herself so that she didn’t laugh at him- she delicately picked a dandelion from the edge of the garden before heading back indoors.

“You’re safe now,” Zelda teased as she closed the door behind her. “The beast is gone.”

At the promise of safety, Link managed to lower himself back to floor, from where he’d then become perched on the windowsill that overlooked the garden.

His face was still red in deep embarrassment, but he seemed to, at the very least, recognise that Zelda wasn’t looking down on him at all, despite her teasing.

He padded across the room toward her, apologies pouring from his lips, but Zelda quieted him by placing the dandelion behind his ear, the sunny yellow bloom brightening his hair and apparently his mood, as a tiny smile graced his expression.

“Why don’t we eat, and then we can clean, um… all of this… up?” Zelda suggested, and Link nodded, hurrying back to the kitchen countertops to finish up whatever he’d been cooking. (Which thankfully hadn’t burned, somehow, during this whole debacle.)

Zelda swept up the plate that had shattered on the floor, carefully hung the Great Eagle Bow back in its stand next to the shelves, and set out new plates and cutlery from the ones Link had kicked around in his panic.

Lunch was delicious, as Link’s cooking (almost) always was (she was never again trusting him with any “surprise” meals. One more rock-roast and she was sure she’d go insane.) and after they left their dishes in a basin of water to soak, and just about managed to pull the arrows from the floorboards, the pair set out on a little walk to collect fruits and such for a picnic in the woods below Hateno village for their supper tonight.

And later that night, in the light of a warming fire, their fingertips stained with berry juice, when Zelda leaned to rest her head onto Link’s shoulder as they sat beside their campfire as the sun set, he didn’t notice the spider that she flicked off his cloak, only that she mumbled that she was afraid of silly things too.

The dark, she said.

Though he still felt rather ashamed to have a supposedly childish fear when he was The Hero of The Wild or whatever it was people were calling him, it still felt nice to know that Zelda, who had probably some ridiculous over-the-top title like his, had a fear like that as well.

Link put a few extra logs on the fire as the sun disappeared below the earth and stars settled themselves contentedly in the sky.

The dandelion in his hair glowed warmly in the light of the embers.

#words #tloz #botw #i will use the courage quote 50000 more times i hope u know #finished this a couple days ago and gave it a quick edit so now its postable yay

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min2hoesk · 5 months

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december 13th 2023

okay so it's been a couple years(?) since I last wrote in this online diary and obviously a lot has probably changed but the biggest thing: i have a boyfriend!!! yay!!! we started seeing each other in august and just made it official on december 2nd. i am very happy. but im back here so clearly i need to vent.

let me preface: not about him. he's so wonderful dude, seriously. like even before we started dating exclusively. he was wonderful with my parents. he's nice to my friends. he takes an interest in my interests. we hangout every week and he makes time for me. he makes plans for the future like "have you been here? no? okay we will go sometime." he listens to me when i say things like i said i didn't like his pillows (as a JOKE because i brought my pillow from home to sleep on) and he went out before i came over the next day and had, not only new pillows, but 4 new pillows, new sheets, and he cleaned off the other side table for me and got me a charger??? i almost started crying. he had a tooth brush head laid out for me so i didn't have to bring one to his house. i mean....dude.

okay but now here's where the venting starts. i fully recognize his love language right? it's 100% acts of service for sure, with maybe quality time mixed in. but mine is words of affirmation and he's not very into that, like he doesn't like to text all day. and in saying that, i am trying to get better at not wanting that either, like i know im busy too and im fucking 25, like not high school anymore. but i think i just need him to like affirm that he still likes me at least once a day idk. like i really wish i knew how to describe it it but like not talking for 5 hours makes me antsy.

and also guess what!!!! my trauma has entered the chat!!!! i am so anxious anytime i have to invite him to a family event. and i want to and i don't want him to think that i don't want him there because i would literally shrink him into my pocket and take him with me everywhere if i could (thats another thing, im a very vocal and aggressive lover and he is not). but like my ex HATED my family and friends and would say no to almost anything i asked of him. we also could only do what he wanted to do like if i asked to do something he'd fight me on it but if i tried to fight him on something he wanted to do i was a horrible girlfriend. so like i just get so freaked out when i need to ask him because i don't want to overwhelm him or burden him or bother him and i shouldn't think like that because he's my partner like he shouldn't feel that way about me in general but that's how my ex viewed me all the time. and i get scared when im going to show affection or "love bomb" for lack of a better term, like really show him im falling for him because im scared of that rejection. and i don;t want him to think im trying to take him from his friends because i never am and i want him to have his alone time to himself to just like i want mine (even tho every free minute my skin itches to be close to him which i am aware is unhealthy).

idk i think there's a lot i need to confront about myself and also share with him. i think i also need to have a conversation with him where i ask how HE likes to be shown love so maybe he will ask me too and i can share some of my trauma and fear.

he is a really great guy i don't want to overshadow that. his mom is actually a goddess i love her. i could really, truly see a future with him.

also he talked about marriage recently like he DREAMED ABOUT OUR WEDDING? im shook.

anyways i think im falling in love with him actually <3

we also have a minecraft server with a house together and when i logged in he had built me a giant heart and kills all the monsters for me so i think honestly he is the one.

~lg

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magicrendezvous · 10 months

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Bouquet of perennial dreams 🩷

July has shifted its magic, from portal to portal, showcasing the love of innuendos and infinity to achieve everything that’s stated in mind. The words we hear create an impact, so does the way we talk about ourselves. To view yourself as something as 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 as it is, to observe beneath the lines of flaws that makes you a human, fighting with the armour of your own mind. It is not possible. The month eventually showed to be as sweet as one could ever believe. Even for our character’s was undeniably fulfilling and rich to ignore the 3D events and start going delusional about it.

“I am sure about my magnetism and power to change my life.” “I am sure that I will start receiving 20 different job offers per day that are perfect for me.” “i am sure that life will become sweeter than fiction.” “i am sure that i will receive money.” “ i am sure that i will be a winner of a monazo of 10,000,000.00 CRC” “I am sure people love and admire my energy and that’s why they love to spend time with me.” “I am sure money is so obsessed with me that I keep attracting more into my life.”

I am sure.

Her mind wandered from workshop day 1 by July 5th, she absorbed every detail and information provided with a new mindset. Affirmations and subliminals, skyrocketed, the effect was immediate that she embodied the perfect example of someone having extreme good luck, someone knowing their worth and power, someone walking through a goddess belief and receiving everything she wanted instantly. Every picture taken was breathtaking, people loved to talk to her. Her writing was receiving more compliments than ever.

“Life is supposed to be easy, well, mine is.” And now her dad, Javier, had won money to buy the diary at home and pay some of the accounts he had to pay. Her mind became attached to the hip of hymns of “I am a lucky lucky girl.” Monazos were being won left and right from amounts of 5,000,000 to 10,000,000. Debts accounts were started to be paid, one of them being the washing machine to her grandfather, William. Every time she’d wake up, there was this energetic field she could perceive surrounding her, and pulling her around. Perceiving how she had entered a new body, as she walked through the door of her room, the feeling of something different hit only to be aware she had quantum jumped. Her face was as beaming as ever, flashing lights of her inner glow, she was her own rendition of perfection.

“Another day waking up to be a young, successful woman getting everything I ask because it is my deal and right.” Shaken up to the matrix, she got it all. The bank account started to grow, from 35,000.00 CRC her account ended up to be 500,000.00 CRC. Dreams of business ideas flew, every morning after her routine, she’d write down the details of the dream to start working towards it. It was becoming more clear-cut, and neat to where she could start and what she could do.

She was energised and materialising the emotions of someone living their dream life, she already had her dream life in her mind. She never stopped and continued being as delusional as ever. In her mind she was wealthy, rich, she travelled to countries like England, Spain, Portugal, Italy, France, Greece, Thailand, China. She was out and about changing the wardrobe to the clothes she always wanted, upgraded her laptop to a new one. There she was, singing in her head “i am a lucky lucky girl, in a lucky lucky world.” And she was, everyone could feel it.

Every day that passed, made her to become more delusional of her reality and this proved that her manifestation came in quick. She embodied the gratitude energy, she was happy, free, content, secure, stable. Her days were easy, she had it all go the way she wanted. She was a favourite of the universe being pampered everyday. How does it feel to be the one?

“I can’t help it, the universe loves me. I’m their favourite child.” And the energy continued to grow, her mind expanded, her eyes were stuffed in more books, the knowledge augmented and her power became more powerful and bigger. Fearfulness disappeared and confidence emerged from the ground. Fingers were snapped and she had it. She was a goddess, a queen, and the universe made sure to treat her like one. Sent her friends, and a love that seemed to test her to see if she had learnt her lesson and she did. Universe applauded and her energy grew, she had more confidence of herself after the encounter, she knew the universe was at her feet to have it all. Now it was about time for universe to move forces and bring the man that was as equally in the frequency as her.

July, powerful moon, static images, and stability was awaiting to be grown. Her parents received the shock of a new mindset, there were no longer complaints, only gratitude, they went full mode of delusion and started to get what they were claiming for. Mayela and Javier, uplifted themselves from the quantum jump Priscilla did, so did Steven as well, and the way they’d perceived life was shifted upon before their eyes. Things slithered smoothly to them, blockages were eliminated and prosperity reigned in their minds and soul. She already knew the kind of house they were going to move next, as the car they were going to buy. She was getting ready to say her goodbye to her work colleagues, with infinite gratitude in her heart for her boss and company— her wings spread and it was time to go and insert in the portal of abundance that she always knew belonged to her.

Lottery was bound to be win, could this be a secret of july’s end?

Sensual redemptions; love core of winter’s role.

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cyb3rvix3n · 3 years

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Get your copy today🧿👆🏽

#manifestingmagic #goddess #shadow work #self love #journaling #affirmations #smallbusiness #journal #manifest #my diary

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indianbarbie · 2 years

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Scripting with IndianBarbie <3

I was asked to do a post about scripting so here we go.

First of all, I wanna mention that I'm gonna mainly talk about the things I like to do and the things that work for me. If you do it in a different way, it doesn't mean that one of us is wrong. Everyone does whatever makes them happy and that's okay. Feel free to change or remove whatever you want.

You don't have to script. Your subconscious mind knows what you want and can give you all of your desires without any extra steps. I just think that scripting can be helpful, especially if you want to organize your thoughts or if you can't visualize.

What is scripting?

Scripting is writing down your goals, affirmations, feelings and pretty much anything you want related to the law of assumption and manifesting. It's supposed to help you manifest, organize your thoughts, track your progress etc.

Does it work?

Just like any other method, if you assume it works, it's gonna work.

How do I do it?

When I decided that I want to start scripting I got myself a cute notebook just for that. I'm a little bit old fashioned and I feel better writing things down on a piece of paper but you can do it on your phone or your computer if you want to.

I don't script every single day, I only script when I feel like doing it. Nothing related to manifesting should ever feel like a chore you have to do daily. It should be something you enjoy so don't force yourself if you're not in the mood

The first pages are all about the Dream Me. - Who I am, where I'm from, my education, my job, my appearance, my love life, my friendships and my family, my goals in life, my lifestyle. Everything that defines me is on the first page.

Remember that this is the Dream Me - everything I want to be, everything I'm manifesting. So just imagine the best version of yourself - what are they like? Write down everything you think is important and then live your life like you're already that person.

Gratitude. Every few pages I like to write down the things I'm grateful for. Some people do it to "thank the universe" for all the things they got but I know that I'm the ultimate power in my reality, I got everything by myself. So why do I do it? To remind myself of all the amazing things that I've manifested. So that when I have any doubts I can read it again and realize that I am, in fact, that bitch and I can get absolutely anything I want.

Dear Diary. Something I love to do is to script like it's my dairy. I love describing my ideal day, talking about how perfect everything was. I do it to both revise a shitty day and to manifest my perfect day. It works so well I'm amazed every time I do it.

Affirmations. I love writing down my affirmations. Something about it just makes me really happy. Some of them I make up depending on what I need at that specific time but I love having a set of affirmations I can repeat over and over again like:

My life is perfect.

I love myself.

I'm a goddess.

I always get what I want.

All my dreams come true.

I'm loved.

I'm safe and nothing bad can ever happen to me.

I'm young, rich and beautiful.

Letters. Another fun thing is pretending you're writing a letter to someone. I know that some people like to have fake conversations with others talking about all the things they're manifesting like they already have them. But I also know that some people feel weird talking to themselves so. writing a letter is a good alternative.

Please remember that scripting should be relaxing and fun. You can do it however you wanna do it. There's no right or wrong way to do it. You can print out some pictures and make vision boards, you can make your notebook extra cute, you can have fun with different colors, you can have everything organized. It should be something YOU enjoy. Don't force yourself to do it if it's not your thing.

Hope this post was fun to read and at least a tiny bit informative! Feel free to ask me questions if you wanna know more :)

#manifestation #loa #law of assumption #affirmations #manifesting #manifestyourdreams #manifestingmindset #manifestyourreality #positive affirmations #scripting #manifesting tips

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papipopsicle · 3 years

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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

Words: 2.1K

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

part eight?

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⋆˙⟡♡You deserve to look in the mirror and think "I'm so beautyful and I'm worthy of love" and simply admire your reflection⋆˙⟡♡

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as seen on, @jaydacheaves.

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[Attack on Titan] The Library Section 1

[A/N: These are the collection of fics and hcs I like. I made these because I would like to reread these again. Feel free to read them.]

Attack on Titan

Colt Grice:

(NSFW) Colt x Reader Headcannons by @clovertitan

(NSFW) General NSFW Colt Headcanons by @clovertitan

Eren Kruger:

SnK Daddies buying their s/o lingerie by @rukia-writes

SnK Daddies reacting to their s/o saying “you’re thicker than a snicker” by @rukia-writes

SnK Daddies reacting to a female s/o who is 6′7 by @rukia-writes

Kruger and Y/N’s daughter exchange diaries by @rukia-writes

Prince Kruger x Mermaid Reader Part 1 by @rukia-writes

Prince Kruger x Mermaid Reader Part 2 by @rukia-writes

(NSFW) Phone sex with Kruger by @rukia-writes

SnK Daddies catching you stealing their clothes by @rukia-writes

(Nudity) Bath time with Kruger by @rukia-writes

Kruger, Eren, and Jean with a small s/o by @rukia-writes

Kruger overstimulating his s/o by @rukia-writes

Kruger, Erwin, and Levi getting their s/o feminine products by @rukia-writes

Kruger showing his attack titan to his s/o by @rukia-writes

Kruger x reader by @rukia-writes

Kruger with a breeeding kink by @rukia-writes

(NSFW) Threesome with Eren J and Eren K by @rukia-writes

Eren K and Eren J confessing to their crush by @rukia-writes

Kruger x model by @rukia-writes

Surprising with lingerie by @rukia-writes

Marleyan officers bully Kruger’s girl and he comes to the rescue by @rukia-writes

Eren Jaeger:

Fake Date with Eren Jaeger by @clovertitan

(NSFW applied Scenario) Eren on anniversary with the reader by @rukia-writes

Pranking Eren by saying “I’m breaking up with you” by @alitaimagines

(SFW AND NSFW) Jealous Eren headcanons by @eremiie

Reader takes care of sick Eren by @jaegerbomb20

Eren x reader where the reader helps him tie his hair by @everseeking

(NSFW) Eren eating his s/o out by @eremiie

“Cheers to you” Eren cheating, breaking his s/o’s heart by @eremiie

Eren x Survey Corps Reader Headcanons by @phen0l

Eren teasing his s/o by @eremiie

Horny Eren Headcanons by @eremiie

Eren with a breeding kink by @junisfics

Eren in a secret relationship with the reader who is part of the survey corps by @cherrywritess

“Serenity” Soft morning cuddles with Eren by @levisteria

Making out with Eren headcanons by @catboyjaeger

Eren and Levi reacting to their s/o who was blinded from a mission headcanons by @opxscenarios

Rough sex with Eren headcanons by @eremiie

Eren and Levi who are on a mission with the reader who was to keep watch all night by @babydabi

(NSFW) Squirting Headcanons by @alert-arlert

Eren in his titan form takes the reader sightseeing by @ererokii

Eren and Levi seeing their s/o in their lingerie by @eremiie

Hobo Eren reacting to his s/o being a brat by @rukia-writes

(Strong hints to sexual desposition) “Smile” Eren x reader by @kyberphilosopher

When you tell him he looks he can’t swim by @alert-arlert

Nude Model x Photographer Eren by @aotimagines

Eren with an s/o who has a foot fetish by @rukia-writes

Make out headcanons with Eren and Reiner by @clovertitan

Eren with an s/o who has been trying to lose weight by @rukia-writes

Your name hanging around Eren’s neck while he takes you in missionary by @clovertitan

Eren and Reiner showing off their titan’s and flexing for their s/o by @rukia-writes

(NSFW) Threesome with Eren and Reiner by @rukia-writes

(NSFW) Cockwarming with Eren by @clovertitan

(NSFW) Eren’s s/o riding him while he’s on the phone by @rukia-writes

Eren, Jean, and Levi getting a back massage by @rukia-writes

Fluff Alphabet by @mrs-hatake

Eren having rough sex with his s/o after returning from marley by @rukia-writes

Eren spanking his s/o’s ass by @rukia-writes

Eren teaching his s/o to ride a bike by @rukia-writes

Eren with an affectionate s/o by @rukia-writes

(NSFW) Manbun Eren x cheerleader reader by @rukia-writes

(NSFW) Eren x reader with goddess-like abilities by @rukia-writes

Eren x nurse by @rukia-writes

Cop eren x reader by @rukia-writes

Eren x nurse in marley by @rukia-writes

Eren with a breeding kink by @rukia-writes

Eren with a breeding kink part 2 by @rukia-writes

Man bun Eren sending nudes by @rukia-writes

Eren with a marleyan nurse by @rukia-writes

An argument with Eren in College AU by @rukia-writes

Kruger, Eren, and Jean with a small s/o by @rukia-writes

(NSFW) NSFW Eren headcanons by @idealerwin

Levi and Eren finding their s/o injured by @babydabi

(NSFW) Threesome with Porco and Eren by @rukia-writes

Eren, Jean, and Levi’s reaction to their s/o being a princess by @aotimagines

(NSFW) Threesome with Eren J and Eren K by @rukia-writes

“Worth the Pain” by @icarus-fell-in-spring

Eren got his girlfriend pregnant by @rukia-writes

(NSFW) Eren roleplay by @rukia-writes

Devil Eren seduces siren angel reader by @rukia-writes

(NSFW) Car sex with Eren by @rukia-writes

Eren goes to the doctor by @rukia-writes

Eren introduces his girlfriend to Zeke by @rukia-writes

Eren goes into his girlfriend’s room by @rukia-writes

God Eren x Goddess reader by @rukia-writes

Cuddling with man bun eren by @rukia-writes

Eren K and Eren J confessing to their crushes by @rukia-writes

Eren’s s/o visits him in his dorm by @rukia-writes

Eren x art student by @rukia-writes

Eren’s s/o in college by @rukia-writes

Man bun Sugar daddy Eren by @rukia-writes

Eren and his s/o have a dance battle by @rukia-writes

Surprising him with lingerie by @rukia-writes

Eren taking care of his menstruating girl by @rukia-writes

(NSFW) Pool boy Eren x reader by @rukia-writes

Jealous Eren by @rukia-writes

Eren takes his s/o to an amusement park by @rukia-writes

Being Eren’s significant other by @natsukitakama

Reincarnation by @natsukitakama

Fluffy Headcanons by @natsukitakama

NSFW Eren Headcanons by @natsukitakama

Is there time? by @ererokii

Heart of Fire by @dekussmash

Wolf Eren x Fem reader by @aotimagines

Eren with her s/o on her period by @aotimagines

Eren with words of affirmation by @clovertitan

(NSFW) Demon Eren by @rukia-writes

Aot boys reacting to your mom chasing you with a slipper by @nightfall-kachiniko

#runeterrankhaleesi #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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aelin-queen-of-terrasen · 4 years

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Rowaelin for the OTP Drabble #24

Lmao, this was so fun to write. Thank you for the request! This is like, my first try at Rowaelin fanfictions so please don't kill me if it's bad. I promise I'm improving everyday! 😌

Detention Diaries

Pairing: Rowan x Aelin

Word count: 2012 words.

Warnings: A little swearing here and there.

Summary: Rowan Whitethorn has spent three years of high school like a nobody but when the self proclaimed queen of Terrasen High lands them both into detention, maintaining a low profile might be impossible.

Aelin was so done with the day.

She had accidentally stayed up all night reading a book and now, her eyelids itched to shut down. She had already dozed off thrice in Maths class and had it not been for Dorian shaking her every two minutes, Ms Meave would have had Aelin's head.

Even now, she suppressed a yawn as she made her way to the lockers in the hallway. "I am so screwed. I have an English test today."

A few students waved their hands at Aelin in passing and she gave them a smile. Aelin won't say she was popular but she did know a lot of people in the school, thanks to her cousin Aedion being on the football team and Dorian in the student council.

Dorian rolled his eyes as they stopped by his locker. "Don't be dramatic. You can't fail English even half asleep."

Her best friend was searching for something in his locker when the crowd quieted down and he came. Rowan Whitethorn.

She had heard his name whispered enough times in gossip circles to know just what kind of things he was involved in. The guy had a reputation for being a cold hearted asshole, even if Aelin had never even heard him raise his voice.

A hood covered a better part of his face, hiding the tattoo that covered half his pretty face. She could make out the silver hair peaking from beneath the hood, the oversized hoodie doing nothing to flatter the muscles they all knew he had.

He was beautiful.

Dorian noticed her stare, then rolled his eyes. He kissed her cheek, then said, "Don't get into trouble. I have Physics next." And then Dorian was gone.

Aelin tried to ignore the blush that fought it's way onto her cheeks as she walked beside Rowan. She had to remind herself that he never talked to anyone and this would only lead to heartbreak but maybe her sense of self preservation was half asleep too because she said, "Going to English?"

Her words were met with silence. She already knew he was going to English. It was one of the many classes they had in common but an answer would have been nice. She tried again, "Ready for the test today, Rowan?"

"Yes," was all he said.

Then Rowan quickened his pace, possibly to lose Aelin in the crowd but she was the uncrowned queen of Terrasen High. While the students parted to make way for Rowan out of fear, they parted for Aelin out of love and admiration.

She made sure to wave and smile at a few of them as she fought to catch up with Rowan's awfully long strides.

The test hadn't even started when they arrived to the class. Their English teacher Gavriel was sitting in his chair, a thick stack of papers on his desk. When he noticed Aelin entering the class with Rowan, her uncle raised an eyebrow. What trouble are you getting into now?

"No trouble," She promised him out loud as Rowan went to take a seat.

She chose to sit directly behind him and started on her test as soon as it was distributed. The test was fairly easy, even though Aelin had to put some extra efforts to recall a few names and places in between, thanks to the sleep deprivation. At one point, she was ready to throw her pen at the nearest wall and go to sleep then and there. She only managed to stay awake throughout with a sheer force of will.

The real trouble arose when she had finished the test. Not having anything else to do, Aelin decided to poke Rowan with her ruler.

He turned around, his pine green eyes brimming with fury and Aelin raised an eyebrow, face carefully blank. "Something I can help you with, sir?"

"Stop," He said in deep, rough and slightly accented voice that sent shivers down her spine before turning around.

Gods, even his voice was beautiful.

Aelin wrote on the back of her answersheet: Your voice is beautiful. Do you sing too? She crumpled the paper into a ball, then kicked it gently towards Rowan, who had also finished writing the test.

He did not answer back. Silence means affirmation, Mr. Whitethorn. Will I have the pleasure of hearing you sing sometime? She threw the note at the back of his head this time, drawing attention from a few students. For all that she loved being the social butterfly, Aelin was not keen of the rumours that came with popularity but she was having too much fun trying to piss Rowan off.

He opened the note, read it, then shoved it into his pocket. Then he turned around and snarled quietly, "Do not fuck with me, princess."

That had to be the most words she had heard him say ever and ignoring the tone with which he had delivered the words, Aelin felt a small amount of giddiness at the term of endearment he had used. Princess, she sighed to herself.

Her smile must have been very apparent because Uncle Gavriel asked, "Something funny, Miss Galathynius?"

"Why, the question paper," She answered with a lazy wave of her hand, "a child could do this, sir. If you want me to take your tests seriously, at least make them a little difficult."

A few students snickered.

Gavriel rolled his eyes, then went back to keeping an eye on everyone. A minute or two passed and Aelin was already dozing off again. She kicked Rowan's chair and someone whispered her name from behind her.

Aedion was hissing at her from two rows over, "Whatever you are doing, stop it. Whitethorn will kill you off."

Whitethorn did indeed look like he wanted to kill her off but God, Aelin had to be in some mood today because she ignored the glares from both the males, flipping her cousin off and went back to kicking at Rowan's chair. His knuckles were tightly gripping his desk as if he was trying not to strangle her and seeing his expression, she didn't doubt for a second that he gladly would.

"Rowan," she called. "Rowan, will you tell me what shampoo you use? Your hair looks so silky!"

He gave her an incredulous look before smoothing his features into a blank expression. She wrote him another note: Please, tell me what shampoo??? Please? Your hair looks so pretty and they smell SO good. His hair did shine beautifully and they even smelt nice but Aelin did it less out of curiosity and more because she was bored and Rowan Whitethorn was her best chance at entertainment.

When he received the note, Rowan's eyes went wide. He growled back at her. "Gods, do you never stop, Aelin?"

Aelin opened her mouth to answer but her uncle beat her to it. "Miss Galathynius and Mr Whitethorn, if you don't stop now, you're going to find yourself in the principal's office."

"Excuse me, sir, but she is bothering me," Rowan said, his cheeks tinged pink.

Aelin gasped dramatically, rising from her seat. She pointed an accusatory finger at the brooding figure in front of her, then said, "Liar, Liar, pants on fire! You were the one insisting we should be friends!"

"Friends?" Rowan scoffed. "The only thing I'm going to be around you is irritated."

Gavriel was making his way towards them and Aelin had no qualms about throwing him under the bus. He hadn't stopped to think before he had accused her of bothering him, had he? Why should she?

Because he was telling the truth. You're not, some sane voice said from the back of her mind.

Aelin did not pay it any attention. "That's not what you were saying out in the hallway when we were flirting!"

Aelin took a huge amount of satisfaction when Rowan's cheeks flushed with colour, the tips of his ears turning a dark red. "Flirting? With you? I'd rather die in a ditch—"

"DETENTION, BOTH OF YOU!" Her uncle bellowed.

Rowan let out a loud growl of protest. Aelin just shrugged, a smug smile on her face as she sat back down.

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Rowan had never been more pissed. He did not know anyone as insufferable as Aelin Galathynius with her reputation around the school as a heartbreaker, the self-proclaimed princess of Terrasen High. He loathed how hard she laughed sometimes, drawing all attention towards herself. He loathed how her eyes crinkled, the gold rings around the turquoise shining brighter every time she smiled.

She had everyone in the school at her beck and call and it pissed Rowan off.

Even now, she sauntered into detention with a swagger as if there was no other place she would rather be. The class was empty, save for Rowan and a dark haired guy sitting in the back. Aelin noticed him too and raised an eyebrow, "Why, Fenrys darling, what did you do to end up in this hellscape?"

Fenrys had a wry smile playing on his lips. "It's not Hell if you're here, sweetheart."

Right. If Rowan tried hard enough, he could recall a conversation in the locker rooms about the school player, Fenrys Moonbeam leaving some party with Aelin Galathynius, both of them drunk as shit. Fenrys, the quarterback of the football team with his charming smiles and bedroom eyes was the kind of guy Aelin Ashryver Galathynius would date.

Fenrys twisted in his seat to get a better look at the spawn of satan. She gave him an intimate, coy smile—the kind that you only reserve for some select few people. Rowan shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling like an intruder. He coughed loudly. "If you are going to undress each other with your eyes, have the decency to find yourself a room."

Aelin's answering smile was full of fire—wicked, dangerous wildfire. "Jealous, Whitethorn?"

Rowan scoffed, wishing he had the power to make her choke on air with one look. He had to be in some mood today. Thank the three faced goddess that Lorcan was absent today. Rowan knew Lorcan would give him an endless amount of shit if his best friend saw Rowan drive himself insane over childish, insolent, bratty Aelin Galathynius.

At least she and Fenrys were sitting two seats apart now, whispering quietly to each other. When five minutes passed and no teacher entered, Aelin rose from her seat and walked towards the window.

"What are you doing?" Rowan asked, then frowned. Maybe he shouldn't have spoken.

The expression on Aelin's face definitely told him he should not have spoken at all. She was smirking that obnoxious smirk of hers as she drawled out, "Not all of us are obedient little students, Whitethorn. See you around, preferably when you've grown some balls."

Rowan huffed. During his years in high school, he had always thought of Aelin as an arrogant, immature troublemaker. Now he could add rude to that list too.

Fenrys was already standing guard on the door. "Quick, Aelin! Mr Gavriel is going to come our way any minute."

Then Aelin turned, giving him a slow, simpering smile that clearly conveyed her thoughts about what she thought of his insistence to remain in detention. Scared, Whitethorn? And gods damn him, he was scared, not of being caught skipping but what an hour spent with Aelin might do to him. It was the challenge in those turquoises eyes, the taunt hidden behind her smile that had him rising from his seat.

She stepped back, letting him jump out of the window first. He was wondering if he should extend a hand to help or not when she leaped out with a grace he had never known she possessed.

Aelin was grinning, wider than ever and this may be the worst idea he had ever had but Rowan asked, "Where to?"

When the blonde haired girl straightened, shoulders pulled back and confident like a Queen, he decided that even if this was as likely to end in disaster as anything else, Rowan knew he owed it to himself to find out.

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I am not sure if I should finish this here. If enough people want to read further, I might turn this into a multi chapter fic so feel free to drop your thoughts on that in the comments! Also, if anyone would like to be added to the taglist, please let me know!

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White, Green, and Tara

Stefano Junior Om Tare Tuttare Tara Soha, Om Tare Tuttare Tare Soha, Om Tare Tuttare Soha—so goes the Matra of one magnanimous Mother of all Mother deities. Tara, is Compassion embodied yet is she who wears 21 distinct guises and from which splinters crystalline and colouful into myriad more. It is also she who derives her existence from Avalokitesvara, bodhisattva of Compassion who bore her of his tears.. It is she whom was once a corporeal princess who affirmed the value of the feminine principle. “I prostrate to the Liberator, Mother of the all Victorious Ones” is more or less what her mantra elucidates. But how, and moreover, how does the practice of Vashryana Tara benefit the practitioner in a way distinct from other Buddha or spiritual deities and how does the practice of the feminine aspect of Buddha correlate or differ from the veneration of the Virgin Mary in the west? (1) Long ago, the Victorious One, came into existence and was known as Light of Worlds. The Princess “Moon of Wisdom” had the highest respect for his teaching, and for 10 million and 100,000 years she made offerings...; after much discourse she replied “In this life there is no such distinction as male or female,......weak minded worldlings are always deluded by this.” And so she vowed “Therefore may I, in a female body, work for the welfare of beings right until Samsara has been emptied” Then (guru Tathagatha Dundunbhisvara) prophesied “As long as you continue manifesting such supreme Bodhi, you will be exclusively known as “Goddess Tara”. Tara, later quite obviously embraced as a feminist icon, both as either the reincarnation or reiteration of Avalokitesvara from the tears he wept for the suffering of those trapped in an endless state of Samsara or the enlightened Moon Princess who relinquishes her humanity, she always insists on the necessity for the recognition of the female as essential. Despite her claim that gender has no corporeal relevance at the arrival of Buddhahood, the principle of femininity, motherhood, creation, compassion and myriad aspects associated with women culturally are vastly ancient. Dating as far back as the legend of the chaotic waters of Tiamat an Innana of Mesopotamia in the East, the notion of the female aspect and her attributes could either have been inherited culturally through India, or arrived at instinctually, or some combination of both. And with Tara, as with all Buddha, she comprises all aspects of both the feminine and qualities of the nature and cosmos. Conversely, the visuality of a Maternal Buddha would no doubt attract women to adhere to the tenets of spiritual enlightenment both for themselves, their daughters, and the good that they might contrive to do for their families in this realm during their current life cycle. In Christianity, no one inhabits this role more exclusively and effectively, for centuries, than the Virgin Mary. Mary of Nazareth, the purported mother of the Son of God, Jesus, is venerated by Christians all over the world as the “mother” of all of us and is sought in solemn prayer for 2 guidance, comfort, protection, and compassion. The repeated and recited prayers over her Rosary beeds thanks her for her stewardship of her son and asks that she not only forgives us for our transgressions but the “sins” of those that would do us harm-the ultimate act of contrition. Because only compassion for our enemies and ill doers over ourselves and our kin can truly exemplify a transendent forgiveness or “enlightenment”. Tara wields her own “Golden” rosary, in thanks to Taranatha, or Kun-ga nying-po a scholar and Buddhist created the rosary in 1615 after founding the monastery Tak-tan. The rosary follows a process of recounting Tara’s Tantras and lineage but most notably on the arrangement of her powers that save the practitioner from Eight great Fears; but more on that in a moment. Tara, as Buddha, is both the Mother AND the Father. She is the spiritual embodiment of Compassion and Virtuous enlightenment but she is so of her own accord, not because of the suffering she vicarously endured at the hands of her son’s persecuters. Tara is the “Saviouress” because she is compelled through her enlightenment to have “Karuna” (compassion) for the suffering that is inevitable in human life and the cycle of Samsara that all beings are subject to, in spite of their ignorance and proclivity for evil. “Tara” means Star and as such, she is both a maternal teacher and comforter as she is a guide to those who seek passage. Navigators and shipsmen would practice Tara as she might literally reveal their path and illuminate their journey while protecting them from the insurmountable dangers that abound. But she acts to do so also on the spiritual plane just as she is meant to gently encourage, an “Immovable Encouagement”, an individual or party on achieving or arriving toward their goal or undertaking. What greater force is there more 3 immediately recognizable and emotionally enmeshed than that of a Mother’s encouragement? If not for which, the majority of men AND women may not have taken its first steps. Not unlike the Hindu Elephant headed Ganesha, himself the son of Parvati-the wife and feminine aspect of Shiva, who eliminates obstacles from the worshipper who seeks his aid. (2) The Goddess destroying all hindrances is the supreme remover of Fears. For the practitioner’s protection draw Her, righteous, granting boons. The daughter of the ten Powers and Compassion is the Goddess wearing a woman’s form. Draw Her, the bestower of boons, for the welfare of all beings. (Vajrayana “Mahavairocana-Sutra” 716 ad) Tara can take away your Fear. 3)She is the Protectress from Fear of Leprosy. In the Land of Kumaraksetra, a powerful acarya caught leprosy, and he wandered from one person to another, he infected them. Relatives fled fro his presence as he defiled their purity. One day he saw a stone image of Noble Arya Tar and with faith begged her on behalf of the 500 infected Brahmins. A liquid like medicine trickled in an endless stream from Taras hand and when he had bathed in it the leprosy had subsided. The man’s own compassion for his fellow sufferers was essentially key to Tara’s blessing. Tara has compassion but calls upon us to actively engage with it on our quest to enlightenment through suffering. In addition to fear of disease, Tara can also aid in assuageing the fear of Losing Relatives among the Eight she is ward of. And thusly, combined with her vast magical attributes comprise the green of of a prosperous nature, that guide, protect, and encourage humankind, amidst her 4 many faceted faces, Tara is the ultimate Mother and can provide comfort to all in our insular trials and those we inevitably contend with in the physical world through our journey through Samsara. Whether or not an individual believes or not is another story. But those of us who have been reared by mothers know how very real a mothers love and compassion can be if immaterial and how moving her physical embrace can be (perhaps the Tara’s many arms could effectually embrace our spirit then); and also her wrathful judgment-but that story and that of Tara’s more terrifying aspects would be better suited explored in another essay. 4). Empower Us, that we may evoke without hindrance, that we may act as friends to the unfortunate that we may achieve our own and other’s aims, that we may gain the highest magical attainment. In January 2020 as the Coronovirus took a foothold in Asia and surrounding countries, the Dalai Lama encouraged Buddhists to practice Tara and chant her Mantra. Om Tare Tuttare Tara Soha....Om Tare Tuttare Tare Soha...Om Tare Tuttare.. Perhaps it cannot effect a cure as the world stands traumatized at the rampant death count and dissemination of our economies and regular life practices, but perhaps, like a Mother, Tara can aid us in achieving peaceful mindfulness, that we may have compassion for those whom are suffering instead of fear and acceptance of inevitable forces beyond the influence of our human will. This unprecedented level of global suffering may reorient our attention to the suffering of all and how meaniful existence can better be arrived at through compassion and courage. 5 Works Cited Wilson, Martin In Praise of Tara, 1986,1996. Print Shaw, Miranda Buddhist Goddesses of India, 2006. Print Beyer, Stephan The Cult of Tara 1973. Print Templeman, David (Taranatha, Jo Nang) The Origin of Tara Tantra, 1981 (1608) Print Wikipedia Tara (Buddhism), 2 020 Online Tibet Diary Corona Virus: The Dalai Lama advised Tara Mantra, 2020 YouTube Masters of Buddhism Short Biography of Tara, 2018 YouTube 6

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Future Diary: Episode 1: Sign Up I

“Darling? Can you hear me? You can stop playing pretend now.”

“It was funny the first five minutes, but... You’re starting to worry me, love.”

“Hey. Hey. Stop playing around already.”

“Sweetheart. If you don’t answer me... I will be very upset with you.”

Small, ragged pants left the chest of an eighteen-year-old high school student, his hands pressed over the chest of another eighteen-year-old high school student who lay on the ground in front of him. It was a girl, and a girl who was unnaturally still at that. A pair of round, black-framed glasses were off to the left, having been tossed aside in frustration mere moments ago. The spectacles’ glass frames were cracked, splattered with droplets of blood, both wet and dry.

The third-year swallowed a light gulp, his onyx eyes staring down at the unresponsive female senior, his hands folded over each other as he compressed the girl’s chest, trying to revive her... No, hoping to resuscitate her.

“Come on, darling, come on. Just breathe. That’s all you have to do now. Breathe,” he whispered to the unusually still high school girl, his voice hinting of the sheer desperation he felt as it bubbled up inside his chest.

The senior’s face was the picturesque example of a poker face, but the intensity of his onyx eyes, and the clear hints of heartache in his voice, in the words he uttered betrayed his true feelings. His pupils had shrunk to pin-sized pricks, small beads of sweat glistened as they trailed down from the perspiring crown of his forehead, and his hands were clammy, shaking.

“It’s over. It’s all over. Everything’s okay now. Understand? You understand right, sweetheart? You understand... You understand, don’t you? Don’t you!? If you understand, then answer me! Say something, please!”

The third-year’s voice possessed a dark undertone, his onyx eyes slowly but surely losing any warmth they might have previously held. The young man’s eyes shone with a cold light as they darkened, but he kept pushing his folded hands down over where he knew the still girl’s heart was, praying for a response.

A gasp or a whimper of pain. Fluttering eyelashes. Twitching fingers. A soft whisper of his name. A murmur of concern for him.

Anything at all would have been fine to the eighteen-year-old senior. A response would assure him that his love was safe, that she was okay, that the plan had worked just as he had promised her it would. More importantly... He would be assured that she was alive, above all else.

However...

There wasn’t a response.

No gasps or whimpers came from the unnaturally still girl. Her eyelashes didn’t flutter. Her fingers didn’t twitch or move in the slightest. No whispers came from her lips that were slowly taking on a light shade of blue. No murmurs came from the mouth he adored to kiss with his own, lick with his tongue, and gently nip with his teeth.

His love was completely still.

She was unresponsive in every sense of the word.

She wasn’t moving.

She wasn’t breathing at all.

She was... She was... She was... She was-!

“...No. No, no, no. It... It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

Frantic whispers left his mouth, his hands shooting up from the girl’s chest as though he’d been jolted with an electric shock, as though a hot surge of lightning coursed through his fingers that tingled, his hands that trembled.

“I need to... I need to fix this... I need to fix her... But how...?”

“Isn’t it obvious, you noob?”

A voice spoke from behind him, causing his attention to snap over his shoulder, staring at the owner of the voice as they—no, she—stepped out from the shadows.

“...It’s you...��

“The one and only,” came the nonchalant reply.

The senior’s onyx eyes continued to stare as the owner of the voice hummed, stepping forward with her hands clasped behind her back. The heels of the black knee-high boots she wore tap-tapped over the floor as she approached the frizzy-haired, onyx-eyed high school student. A mischievous smile curled her lips as she raised a hand, daintily readjusting the round glasses that were perched on her nose.

“So... You won the game to end all games, huh? You weren’t the golden egg the boss favoured, but meh... Who cares about that? You’re the new boss now... So, Boss...”

The third-year student narrowed his eyes at the title he was evidently saddled with, something which the girl took notice of. However, she simply shrugged her shoulders in an uncaring manner.

“Whatcha gonna do now?”

“...Take me to a world where she’s still alive.”

The request hung in the still air for a few moments, a few moments that felt like a fleeting glimpse of eternity before, finally, the girl’s glasses appeared to glint as she smiled, a laugh worthy of a trickster leaving her lips.

“’Kay, Boss.”

A psychedelic haze of red and black swirled before his vision, encompassing the mundane and sombre room, making way for a new world as it sucked him into a brief, dream-like state that took the form of a deep, soothing shade of velvet blue.

This would be his second chance to set things right; he wouldn’t forgive himself for any mistakes this time.

This time he would see to it that she lived, no matter what.

This time he would see to it that she emerged from this preposterous game as the crowned victor, a lone goddess worthy to ascend to the throne she deserved to sit on.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do if it was for her, but more importantly... Above everything else...

She had to survive.

His entire plan hinged on her perseverance. If she happened to die at any point, he would simply win the absurd game, ask a certain someone to reset the world, and start all over again.

He would make certain that she alone survived. He burned with resolve as hard as a steel blade put to a blacksmith’s forge, determined to see his plan come to fruition.

He would do anything, anything at all to ensure she lived to the end, however bitter it may be.

If they posed a danger to his love’s safety, he would even kill those who weren’t participants.

He thought it was unfair that the light in his dark life was one of the participants chosen by some God, a God who’d spent who-knew-how-many millennia on the throne. It was incredibly unjust for her to be one of the twelve poor, dismal souls chosen to participate in a free-for-all game that pitted stranger against stranger, family member against family member and, if the participants were really unlucky, lover against lover.

All he wanted was to live a long, happy life with his beloved, but unfortunately, the twisted kill-or-be-killed game prevented him from living the one good dream he wanted to become reality. What he wanted to have more than anything else in the whole world.

He was forbidden from realizing his most treasured dream, wanting to be with the one who caught his eye, who ensnared his sanity, and who had unknowingly stolen his heart.

However, now...

Now all he could do was traverse to another world she resided in but, sadly, didn’t accept him. A world where she didn’t even know that he existed at all—but that was alright. He was fine with that.

It didn’t matter to him in the slightest if she knew of him.

It didn’t matter if she didn’t acknowledge him, either. Because...

If she didn’t acknowledge him... He would make her notice him.

If she didn’t accept him... He would befriend her, offer a reassuring shoulder to lean on, playing his part as a concerned acquaintance.

If she didn’t love him... As he had done before, he would steal her affections before she knew what happened.

She’d plead for his assistance; he knew she would. Her chances of surviving on her own were slim at best, and nonexistent at worst. Once she affirmed the dire consequences for what they were, a sure-fire death sentence for her... Once she accepted the nightmarish reality to not be a dream, but a cold, hard slap to her beautiful face...

She would come running into his arms, asking for his protection, begging for his help.

The thought brought a cocky grin to his lips, a rare and uncharacteristic expression for someone who appeared to be a quiet, soft-spoken, and mild-mannered high school student. It was an expression he wouldn’t pull off around just any random person.

The smug smirk that curled his lips. The smile that betrayed a glint of his pearly whites.

Such a cocksure visage was reserved for one person and only one person.

The only one who could cause such a reaction was the same person whom he loved with every fibre in his body.

The one who could cause happy, pleasant feelings to stir inside him. Feelings that no one else aroused in him.

The person in question was a girl, an eighteen-year-old senior who attended his school.

The girl he’d kill for.

The girl he’d die for.

That girl was none other than you.

[Unknown Location, Bedroom.]

11/9 22:00 (10:00 P.M.)

“Arrest.”

Drip.

“Trial.”

Drip.

“A whole year...”

Drip.

“A whole year of probation, huh? After that...”

The steady drip drip of a faucet in the bathroom down the hall echoed throughout the dimly lit darkness as its constant, never-ending drip noise was shoved into his ears, weaving through the still air from a few rooms down the hall. He breathed in a soft sigh as the back of his head was cradled in the palms of his hands, his eyes staring up at the ceiling of his room before flicking a glance at the door of his bedroom that was ajar, allowing a thin stream of fluorescent light to glare into his bedroom from the staircase landing.

His covers rustled as he moved, his mattress shifted as he slid off of the bed, the bare soles and toes of his feet touched the plush carpet of his room. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his lounge pants, pausing only to remove a hand from the depths of a pocket, his right hand, and swipe his cellphone off of the end table next to his bed. He pointed his eyes down as he walked, stopping in front of the door of his bedroom, turning the phone on. A smile curled his lips as his eyes stared down at the small, glowing screen of the phone he held in his right hand.

Several noteworthy messages stared back at him, quietly reading the messages before his eyes were pulled off of the screen, glancing up just enough to open his bedroom door and begin walking down the dimly lit corridor. His eyes flicked back down at the small, glowing screen of his cellphone, staring at the messages that he’d been typing on his phone whenever he saw a certain someone.

11/9 15:30 (After school)

I watched her leave the gymnasium from a window outside. My sweetheart looked troubled. Did the PE teacher pester her again? That bastard... If I ever see a cut, a bruise on my Treasure... I won’t forgive him, teacher or not.

11/9 15:40 (She leaves school)

I waited just outside the girls’ locker room, to make sure my sweetheart was okay. I made sure to stay out of sight, but I could hear them... The other girls... Sneering, laughing at my beloved. How dare they... What has my darling done to earn their ire? ...Well, no matter. Any girl who isn’t her is worthless to me.

11/9 15:50 (Grocery store)

I saw her at the grocery store. I followed her inside, making sure she was in my sight the entire time. It seems that my darling was sent on a shopping errand today. She bought some of her favourite snacks. Her smile is as beautiful as always.

11/9 16:20 (Her walk home)

My Treasure is such a clumsy girl. On her way home she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, sending the contents of a few bags spilling out on the ground. I helped her gather the groceries, and offered to make sure she arrived home safely. She seemed hesitant at first, but she accepted after thinking about it. She smiled at me; she thanked me for my help. Ahh... A wonderful smile for a wonderful girl... Such kind words she spoke, fitting for a lovely girl such as her... Does your beauty know no bounds, my sweetheart?

11/9 16:30 (She arrives home)

I watched from the large oak tree in her yard, watching as she entered her home safely. I’m so relieved, but... She looked a bit upset. I wonder what happened...? She seemed happy earlier... I’ll stay behind a bit longer, and make sure she’s okay. Everything’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here, watching over you.

11/9 16:40 (Her home)

I climbed the oak tree a bit higher, to peer into her bedroom window. She looks adorable no matter what she does, even when she’s studying for a test.

11/9 16:50 (Her home)

It seems her grandparents will be late returning home tonight. I don’t want to leave, but I don’t want to get caught peering into her house. I won’t be able to keep an eye on my darling from inside a prison cell, will I?

He glanced up from the screen, smiling as he stopped in front of the bathroom door, pausing as he caught the gentle illumination coming from his cellphone screen.

From behind him.

“What...?” he murmured, blinking owlishly as he felt a sudden stabbing sensation zeroing in on his side.

He breathed a gasp, spluttering up blood as crimson stained his lips. His cellphone fell from his hand, clattering as it hit the floor, splatters of red staining the exterior of the cellular device and coating the lit screen.

The young man coughed up a pained groan, pressing a hand to his bleeding side as he was roughly shoved to the wall adjacent to the bathroom, producing another weak noise that hinted of the pain he was in.

Again and again he felt the same stabbing sensation, gasping, groaning, and voicing soft pleas of “stop!” as he was hit again, again, and again. His begging fell on deaf ears, hearing only a devilish laugh that reminded him of an escaped asylum patient.

He felt darkness encroaching upon him, voicing a soft gasp as an icy sensation washed over him as he rolled over onto his back, staring up into a never-ending abyss.

Or so he thought.

He heard footsteps, soft footsteps approaching, stopping just within an arm’s reach of him. The silhouetted figure stooped down, collecting the cellphone that was besmirched with crimson stains in their hand, holding a blood-stained knife in another hand. The red-smeared blade glinted in the dimly lit moonlight from a nearby window, and as the figure stepped into the gentle illumination as it shone upon their face, his eyes widened as he breathed a gasp of horror, of confusion.

Why would this person do this? To him of all people? After all, they were...!

“No. No, no, no. Not... Not yet. I have to... I have to see her again,” he whispered, his final words reaching the silhouetted figure’s ears.

“My... My Treasure...!” he wheezed, coughing up red as he reached forward, writing the words “help me” on to the wall.

He had enough strength to write down a certain woman’s name in his blood, too.

The figure snickered as he stooped down further, eyeing the name written in red on the wall.

(Y/n) (L/n).

“Your Treasure...? I think not. She is my Treasure. My sweetheart. My darling. No one else can have her but me!” he said, hissing shadows through a smiling mouth as the dying young man breathed one last whisper before he became still.

“(Y/n)... I love you.”

The figure voiced one last maniacal snicker as he straightened his posture, his eyes staring at the glowing screen of the deceased high school student’s cellphone, ignoring the warm smears of crimson that sullied his fingers.

The stranger eyeballed the messages typed on the screen, a dark smirk curling his lips as a glimmer of insanity shone in his gaze.

“Only six months and two days until the survival game begins.”

#persona 5 #p5 #mirai nikki #future diary #ren amamiya #yandere!ren #renxreader #yandere!renxreader #persona 5 meets mirai nikki/future diary #my first au #this should be interesting to write for

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