#i . soft is not weakness ‚ soft is courage ‚ aesthetic .

[gottagetback2u]

✰ stray kids as uni bfs!

warnings: mentions of food, too much boyfriend material, cause of death: uni!seungmin, inconsistent use of correct spelling

welcome to my first post! <3

-✰bang chan

uni!bangchan definitely… struggles :’) he stays awake till 2-3am every night, either doing homework or procrastinating and making music. thank god his roommate basically lives with their partner, because u get to stay in his dorm with him during these early mornings, urging him to stay on task so he can sleep.

u guys met at the gym!!! u were trying to get back into exercising after the spring break and he saw u on the treadmill. literally hearts in his eyes. like the shy guy he is, he waited until u were almost out of the door before asking “do u go to the uni around here?”

let’s just say he was giggling and kicking his feet when u offered ur number to him <3

bang chan credits u for every completed assignment! he loves that u are so willing to help him, even if he is embarrassed to ask sometimes. (it goes like, “babe.. ugh i’m so sorry but what the fuck does he mean by this?”)

he will get u breakfast from the campus cafe before all of ur morning classes. he says it’s his job as a boyfriend, even if he only got four hours of sleep! (one time he slept in and got u lunch AND dinner to make up for it)

-✰lee know

lee know is an interesting student to say the least. his electives are all “art 101” and “basket weaving” because those are the ‘easy’ classes (sadly, no college class is easy) though, surprisingly, he is very interested in his major classes! studious student.

his go-to look is glasses with a comfy hoodie and sweatpants. when u see him on campus u can’t help but stare. comfy bf material.

u guys always seemed to cross paths at the off campus grocery store! u happen to be picking up comfort snacks after crying ur eyes out due to stress :( he strolled down the same aisle as u, quickly recognizing the university hoodie u had on, staring longingly at what oreo flavor to choose with fresh tears in ur eyes.

“i like the java chip ones :)” after he saw ur tears, he bought them for u.

ur dates consist of: trudging along campus to classes together, movie nights with snacks in the oh so comfy twin sized dorm bed, and grocery store runs! he also loves to do sheet masks together! (just don’t tell anyone how soft he is for u)

studies come second to him. u come first <3

-✰changbin

a jock but not in the aggressive type way. he just wants to lift and pass his classes. (which he always does! nothing below a B- for binnie)

he is good with in-class work! whipping out assignments while the teacher is talking about the subject is light work for him. but homework… alone in his dorm…. his kryptonite. for some reason focusing is so hard in that situation!

when u first heard him speak in economics class, u didn’t expect him to be so sweet?? u sat a couple rows back, so good thing he couldn’t see ur constant staring. his smile, his biceps, his too-tight shirts, his everything.

group projects are ur guys’ weakness because you somehow always get put together. (not that u mind!) in ur third group project this semester, he bit the bullet and asked u out! he was so nervous that he made a whole google slide saying “will u go out with me?” he asked han to decorate it lol.

studying together is no easy task. ur talking about currency then suddenly in a sweet make out sesh! he said he couldn’t handle the “sweet” looks u were giving him.

really soft boyfie !

-✰hyunjin

my art student. what else would he major in?

you guys actually met in starbucks on campus! hyunjin tries to do essays in a cafe setting to “stay focused” (he really just wants to be aesthetic).

you work as a barista, and after taking his order, he couldn’t take his eyes off of u for the 2 hours he was there. he ended up sketching u instead of write his essay! shockingly, he was able to muster up the courage to at least ask ur major before he left (aka, rushed out and ran into the door).

you guys are the sickly sweet couple everyone sees on campus. u are always together!!! hyunjin wants nothing to separate ur hand from his >:(

of course, when he has freedom to choose for his big projects in his art classes, he always chooses something that reminds him of you. he doesn’t like painting portraits that much, so he will choose to paint ur favorite flowers, your first date scene, your hand holding his… yeah, he’s that type of boyfriend :’)

he despises his required classes, like english and math. he doesn’t understand it like he understands art, so he needs ur support!! please run ur fingers thru his hair when he’s whining about his weekly reading!

he loves ur relationship more than anything <3 he’s so happy he can spend his college years with u

-✰han

oh boy. how do we even start this.

i think he tries his best. he really does! he doesn’t want to be one of the few in his class failing, but he just doesn’t really grip onto learning the required subjects like english.

this is how u two met! u work for the university as a tutor, and han was required tutoring for english or else he would get dropped from the class :( he showed up to the tutoring session in an empty lobby in the main campus building, and as soon as he laid eyes on u, he cursed himself. he was supposed to be learning, how can he do that when he has the prettiest person in front of him!! :’(

even outside of ur sessions u help him all the time! he appreciates ur help so much, and of course he doesn’t want his partner to have to help him with his work 24/7, but u don’t mind at all.

his schedule is chaotic. wake up, go to class, go by the convenience store to get both of u snacks, come back to UR dorm, nap in UR bed, wake up when u get back from classes, walk around campus together, get dinner in the dining hall, then fall asleep at HIS dorm.

he always praises himself for choosing to live in a quad with his own room and praises u for working for the university so u get ur own dorm. “it’s like we knew we were going to date!”

he always shows his love and appreciation. power college couple <3

-✰felix

felix has the time of his life in college. he loves being independent, doing something new, and just taking it all in.

that’s why he decided to be ambitious his freshman year; getting a job right away at the campus cafe, and also continuing his hobby of dance by taking a freestyle dance elective!

u were also taking the elective class to try and get more in to ur passion for dance. u never felt too confident in ur skills, so what better way to improve than in a class with others that were learning too!

when felix walked in the room the first day of class, looking all professional in his beanie, oversized sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, u were immediately attracted… but also intimidated!! he must be so good (>:d) u guys actually got put as partners for ice breakers, then a partner project, then a mid-term project, realizing how genuine and sweet he is!!

let’s just say,, things got a lil close for ur projects. flirting was a given around him and kissing, definitely happened.

and even though his excitement for college was a 100! his grades… struggled to reflect that :( like others, college is hard to grasp sometimes!! u continued to help him and remind him that everyone is having a hard time too <3

another sickly sweet couple. he just can’t pry himself away from u!

-✰seungmin

i kinda feel like seungmin is like,, the perfect fit for uni boyfriend? he just gives off those vibes to me so much. (yes i am seungmin biased haha)

does he have all 100% in his classes? yes! does he procrastinate? hell yes…..that’s all he does. to try and help his problem, he wants to study with u! he thinks that this will help him focus more bc silence is always comfortable between u two. but it just ends up him playing some game and u watching, messing him up every time he’s close to passing the level.

if you guys have an in-person class together, he wants needs to sit by u. he doesn’t find it right that u don’t want to sit next to ur own boyfriend. how dare u actually want to listen to ur professor instead of engage in snarky side conversation the whole time >:(

he loves walking around campus late at night. not like, 2am but more like 10pm lol (cuz besides staying up for hw, i feel seungmin is an avid sleeper). after ur night class, he will meet u by ur dorm building and walk around, hands linked the whole time. this is the time where he’s affectionate and loves to talk about ur relationship aww!! it’s conversation like “i remember the first time i held ur hand”, and “we should have another takeout homework date in the library soon”.

i could literally go on and on about uni!seungmin bc it’s a perfect match ahh.

-✰i.n

high school classmates to college classmates! it might have been handy to know someone going into college…. if u and jeongin even knew who each other were.

“yang jeongin? he was in my homeroom? uhh-“

i.n thought that he didn’t need help going thru his first year. he wanted to be independent and make friends on his own >:( butttt with each passing day, adjusting to new classes and even his roommate moving out, he couldn’t even manage to talk to someone new for more than a minute.

u finally recognized him when u saw his academy hoodie he was wearing one day! u rushed to reach him before he entered the classroom, and when u two made eye contact… god jeongin thought the world stopped.

from then, u guys slowly started seeing each other more, than exchanging numbers, then hanging out! ur hangouts usually consisted of studying, but it always ended up in doing to the dining hall and eating together, staying in their right until it closed.

let’s just say, u both struggled in the homework department. but quizzes?? yang jeongin is, surprisingly, an academic weapon.

he loves quality time with u. staying up late, just being in each other arms and talking about nothing.

he will also most definitely require u to watch old minecraft videos with him. quality time right! :)

masterlist!

[mikareo]

hi!!! i love your account it’s so cute :) can i please request a matchup for jujutsu kaisen? im bisexual & use she/her pronouns <3

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m an isfj & cancer, & i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i like complimenting strangers, and i try to see the best in everything & everyone! though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :) my ideal date would probably be some kind of picnic or a walk in a park on a nice day, i like very aesthetic things ahsjsbsj

please & thank you! have a nice day <3

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...rezqwr!

hi!! i rlly hope u like this character asjkl the pictures i used are so pretty like i'm in awe of them i love this chara sm :) have an amazing day and enjoy reading !!!

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your personality matchup results!

congratulations . . .‧₊˚👒✩MAI ZENIN₊˚💐⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

while i was reading through your information, i was really torn between yuuji and mai. i feel like you and itadori would have a really good base for a relationship— but i decided it would ultimately be platonic, which lead me to pick mai. i think you two would have a lot to give each other, balance wise, and are, in my opinion, the most compatible out of the jujutsu kaisen characters.

mai has such a gentle soul that she hides behind her prickly personality. she doesn't want to show any types of weakness in case there are those who underestimate her, but with you, it's very different. you have open empathy and kindness, something she wishes she could publicly show, and she has so much admiration for how you carry yourself. whether you're comforting a friend or saving a bug from the corner of your kitchen, she's in utter awe with the natural beauty of your heart. as your relationship progresses, she hopes some of that goodness rubs off on her and gives her the courage to show her true self to her peers; which is something that only you can encourage her to do.

a seemingly unfortunate similarity between the two of you, is your resistance to change. while you're more headstrong and opinionated when you aren't happy with the direction a situation is going, mai is more of a pushover. she's too afraid to really say what she thinks and covers up her fear with aggression and insults. with you, however, she has someone who can speak up for her. while you encourage her to state her true feelings, she stands by your side and supports your remarks and occasional 'unreasonable' responses. you're both very aware of your distaste for change, but don't judge the other for it. rather than arguing, you listen to each other and figure out what's bothering both of you; leaning towards healthy conversations instead of toxic ones.

it's tough to get past mai's phony initial persona, but when you really get to know her, you find out that all she wants is to be like all the other girls in japan. she wants to go shopping. she wants to get her makeup done. she wants to laugh and smile with someone she loves without having to worry about curses and whatnot. with you as her companion, she now has the ability to go do these things and having someone to share those memories with. you make her feel like a normal person, and that's the most valuable thing in the world to her.

[offantasiesandreams]

can i have headcanons for elsen, the batter and the guardians with a more cyberpunk cyborg reader please?

No problem whatsoever! Sorry it took a while, those were a lot of characters! But it's okay!

Batter, Elsen and Guardians with a Cyberpunk Cyborg Reader

Batter:

The second Batter looks at you he will be in awe. While he is not a stranger to machinery, that in the OFF world is rather primitive in comparison to what you have on your body alone. He doesn’t mean to be rude, but he stares because it’s something new and fascinating.

When you tell him about your machine and robotic parts, he will be enthralled. While he doesn’t know what most of what you’re telling him means, he will still take mental notes to remember everything you said. Your capabilities, your strengths and weaknesses. Deep down, he wants to know what your cyberparts feel like, and what it feels like to be a cyborg at all.

He really likes your aesthetic, it truly makes you seem like something out of this world. He’ll see you as a being from a far better and stronger world, one that isn’t nearly as corrupted as his. You were partially made of metal, and metal is known to be pure. It’s one of the important elements, the first among four.

To some degree, even if he doesn’t know it, seeing you being this progressive makes him feel a bit safer, even if you’re not a fighter in the slightest. It gives Batter a sense of being guided by someone who has seen both past and future and knows exactly where to go, even if you’re more on the goofy side. It’s just a feeling he can’t shake off.

Elsen:

At first they’re gonna be a bit terrified, seeing something so unlike them, so modern. Were you dangerous? What could you do? Were you here to cause even more damage among all the chaos that already befell these lands? Even so, they wouldn’t really say anything at first, silently watching your every move instead. Despite it, your colours somehow did draw them in. You were so incredibly pretty and interesting to look at.

And when they realised you were on their side instead of against them, one would finally muster up the courage to talk to you, asking questions about what you are. Gradually, more and more would approach you, carefully touching your metallic parts, trying to figure out how they worked. Apprehensive as ever, but they’ll warm up to you.

And when they see how strong you are, they’ll ask if you have any special powers as well. If you do, then you can show them and watch their tiny faces light up with wonder. But even if the only thing you can do is emit a bit of light they’ll be excited. You’ll have a horde of them surrounding you at all times.

Like Batter, it makes them feel safe, knowing you’re more advanced than them makes it seem like you know what you’re doing. Your capabilities and knowledge make you seem like a higher being to them as well, but not as much as it does to Batter.

Dedan:

Dedan thinks you’d be a perfect worker with how strong you look. You could do any hard physical labour with ease in his mind, even if that doesn’t necessarily have to be the case. While he will scoff if you turn down his demands to work in the smoke mines, once he sees your purifying capabilities, he’ll let you work as his assistant inspector.

He’s not one to waste too much time with asking you questions regarding your body and how it works, what’s important is the fact that it does what it’s supposed to. You must have been some being, some experiment from zone three, he thinks, and leaves it at that. He doesn’t need to pry too much into your personal life.

On the nights he does feel ever so slightly soft, he might take a closer look at you when you’ve fallen asleep in your office from doing so much paperwork and purifying. After a moment of considering what he should do, he’d give in to the curiosity he tries to ignore so much and touches your arm, wanting to know if you can feel the sensation. You stirring awake satisfies him, and he merely tells you to go to bed. It’s his way of saying “I care about you, you’re gonna hurt your back sleeping like that”, Dedan just can’t say it.

Japhet:

Probably at least somewhat well versed in what you are and how you work, he has read plenty of sci-fi and science books. Therefore he has at least some knowledge on cyborgs and recognises you as one immediately. It somewhat excites him, seeing one in person, alive and well, but instead of interrogating you regarding what happened to you, he’ll ask you about the world you live in and if it’s a dystopia, like most books depict it.

Will nerd out and make several comparisons between your world and the likes of that of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep. He’s read so many novels, it’s hard for him not to. Might also have watched a movie or two, but the original books are always better. You can listen to him go on a tangent for hours why movies like Blade Runner simply aren’t up to his standards. It’s just as easy to shut him up, though, by showing him something cool you can do, even if it’s just increased jumping height.

Enoch:

Enoch, on the other hand, will ask only a few questions, before welcoming you with open arms. To him it’s more about how you can benefit him, and that you can easily do by keeping everyone in check. You’ll seem like a high-tech friend to the sugar addicted Elsen here, no matter how scary you might seem to them.

Would love to study you, to see how you work himself, but he can restrain himself, you wouldn’t be of any use to him broken and torn apart. Instead he will offer you what he can gather in regards to technology, even if it’s not particularly up to your standard of tech, you can still use the metal and form it into whatever it is you’ll need. Circuits, screws, metal plating, it’s rather versatile, actually.

Eventually, Enoch will get attached to you, though, because you’re just that unique. There’s nothing and no one like you in the world, so while he simply wanted to take advantage of your being at first, he will, after some time, do what he can to keep you with him for as long as possible. Whatever you need, it’s yours.

[ambrosius-goldenlion]

General Information

Name: Ambrosius Goldenloin

Birthday: August 10th

Age: Early 20′s (Haven’t pinned down an age)

Sexuality: Gay

Star Sign: Leo

Element: Fire

Ruler: Sun

Leo Personality Traits

Strengths: Creative, passionate, generous, warm-hearted, cheerful, humorous

Weaknesses: Arrogant, stubborn, self-centered, lazy, inflexible

“Individuals born under the sign of Leo are known for their natural leadership abilities. They possess qualities such as creativity, self confidence, dominance and a strong presence that is hard to resist. Leos are capable of achieving anything they set their minds to in all aspects of their lives. The strength of a Leo lies in their "king of the jungle" status. They are typically generous and loyal, which enables them to have many friends. Their self confidence and attractiveness make them capable of bringing different groups of people together and leading them towards a common goal. Additionally Leos have a healthy sense of humor which makes it easier for them to collaborate with others.”

“Leo is ruled by the sun, the dazzling celestial body that governs life and vitality. The sun never goes retrograde, and likewise, Leos are renowned for their stability, loyalty, and consistency. They are dedicated friends and lovers who put their hearts into every relationship. (Fittingly, the Leo sign governs the heart.) Lions love to watch their mates succeed — until they feel threatened. They can become impaired by their ego, pride, and jealousy when they start to fear their star power will be eclipsed. It’s important for celestial lions to remember that their light is never obscured by others, and the bright shine of others' success does nothing to their own. Ultimately, Leos' own hubris is the greatest threat to their happiness.”

“This fixed sign is known for its ambition and determination, but above all, Leos are celebrated for their remarkable bravery. In tarot, Leo is represented by the “strength” card, which depicts the divine expression of physical, mental, and emotional fortitude. Fearless optimists who refuse to accept failure, Leos will find their deep wells of courage grow as they mature.”

Disorders: Anxiety Disorder (Since he was a kid), PTSD (Post Arm Chopping)

Phobias: Atelophobia (Fear of Imperfection/Not being good enough) Atychiphobia (Intense fear of failure), Aichmophobia, (Fear of sharp things. Post movie only)

Colors: Gold, Yellow, Gray, White

Flower: Sunflower

“Many groups associate sunflowers with prolonged constancy and loyalty, reflecting the flower bud’s tendency to follow the sun across the sky.”

“The Sunflowers remind us why the sun is so necessary.” -Shristy Sinha

“I want to be like a sunflower; so that even on the darkest days I will stand tall and find the sunlight.” -Unknown

Left or Right Handed?: Right

Left or Right Brained?: Right

Aesthetics: Light, Soft intimate touches, Gold leaf, Armor, Swords,  Church windows with light streaming in, Gold glitter, The sunrise, The sun

Likes: Sitting quietly with Ballister, Nachos, Sparring, Honing his skills, Feeling relaxed, Signing autographs for kids, Poetry

Dislikes: Being the center of attention, Crowds of large people, People who use him for his status, People who hide their true intentions, Todd, Bullying, The weight of expectations and responsibilities

Fears: Losing Ballister, Unreasonable expectations being placed on his shoulders, Not having enough time for what he wants to do, Not being able to choose his own future, Ballister breaking up with him

Parentage: Aeolus Goldenhawk (Father) and Avelina Swiftaxe (Mother) 

Relationship with his parents: Almost non-existent. His father was so busy with his duties as Gloreth’s descendant that he barely had time for Ambrosius as a kid. Avelina was swamped too since she was the wife of the descendant of Gloreth, though she made a genuine effort to spend time with him.

  As a result, Ambrosius spent most of his childhood alone, and when he wasn’t alone, he was being prepared to step into his father’s shoes, not really understanding how important his ancestry was.  As soon as Ambrosius was old enough to be sent to the institution, he was. Aside from a few visits a year, he hardly ever saw his mother, and his father even less. Other knights knew more about them than he did. 

Status: Aeolus is missing and potentially on the other side of the wall, he left due to caving under the pressure of the Gloreth legacy. Avelina was so devastated by this that she threw herself into her work and it killed her when Ambrosius was in his late teens.

[maxfoxdbh]

Markus and a biker crush? Like they have this awesome motorcycle and helmet that give them the most intimidating/badass aesthetic and vibe but really they're just a teddy bear. Also some flustered Markus would be awesome (I just found your account so expect more requests from me!)

OMG I can totally see him being into that kind of person lol 🥰 Thank you for requesting :)

I'm sorry it took a while. I took a bit of a break because my school just started up 😓

You’re Not Scared, Are You?

Biker! Reader x Markus

Summary: Markus has never met anyone quite as great as you, he just doesn’t know how to vocalize it.

Biker! reader

Post revolution

Jericho gang are buddies ❤️

Markus is whipped af

No warnings

💫💫💫

It was finally over. Markus could relax. Of course, things still weren’t perfect for Androids, but the improvement was so great that he finally felt safe and secure.

Ever since becoming Deviant, almost all of what he felt was distress, anger, fear.

Real happiness was rare, purely because of the state of the world. His future was uncertain, his people were in camps. It was hard to be happy when so much was wrong.

But now? Things were alright. He sat in the cool darkness of one of North, Simon, Josh and his favorite hang on spots. A park not too far south of the Spirit of Detroit Statue.

Simon smiled softly at him, leaning against one of the old oak trees. “Someone seems dazed, ” he noted.

Markus’s eyes flickered up to meet those of his blonde friend. “We really did it,” he said simply, “we’re free.”

“Yeah, Markus,” North chuckled with a smile, “we have been for months now.”

He wasn’t sure how to justify his bewilderment. The truth was, reality hadn’t actually hit him until just now. Markus was free. It was all over.

“You saved all of us, Markus,” Josh chimed in, propping himself up against on of the metal poles of the swing set, “we couldn’t have done it without you.”

“That’s not true,” He insisted, slightly embarrassed to take all of the credit for something as big as a revolution, “you know we wouldn’t have won if we weren’t all together.”

Simon smiled, “Yes, but you’re our leader. We’re happy to have you, Markus.”

The elected leader’s face softened and the corners of his lips turned up. “I’m happy to-” He cut himself off, hearing the roaring noise of an engine.

Markus’s head spun to the right, staring as a figure approached, perched up upon the seat over a motorcycle.

He stared the person up and down, eyes wide.

You wore a sleek, black helmet. It was too dark to see your face under the tinted glass.

Your leather jacket was worn and well loved. It looked cool as hell on you, but the real showstopper, arguably, was your bike, shiny and black with horizontal red striping.

Markus gazed in awe at both the machine and at the person stepping off of it.

He didn't think he’d ever seen someone so cool.

“Y/n,” Simon grinned, LED glowing bright blue in the dark, “you’re here!” He turned to the group, “This is my friend,” He introduced you, “We met at the music store.”

“Hey,” Your voice was calm and airy as you lifted you hand and cocked it to the side to say hello.

“Hey,” Josh tilted his head up in acknowledgment, pressing the heel of his shoe against the swing set.

Markus’s eyes were wide, cheeks flushing slightly as he took in the cool, tranquil aura you gave off.

“I hear you’re a human,” Josh notes suspiciously, arms crossed.

You turn your head to him, nodding. “Yeah,” You twisted your boot in the dirt.

You blinked up at the night sky and felt a snowflake drop onto your hand.

“Y/n is a good friend of mine,” Simon insisted with his hands up, smiling, “you don’t have to worry.”

He takes a moment to introduce you to Josh and North, who loosened up slightly.

North looks you up and down with narrowed eyes, analyzing you, looking for any signs of danger. “If Simon trusts you, then I do too.”

You nodded even though you were sure that she was still skeptical of you. Your hands reached for the clasp of your helmet and with ease, you pulled it off of your head.

Markus felt his artificial heart pound as you made a weak attempt to smooth down your hair.

Stunning.

You tucked the helmet under your leather-clad arm with a smile. Your face was soft, much kinder than Markus had expected.

Josh shrugged, “I agree. Besides, I’ve never met a real biker before.”

You giggled and tilted your head, hair falling slightly in front of your eyes, “I’m not very exciting.”

Markus raised his eyebrows, artificial heart pounding.

If only you knew.

“You must be Markus,” You smiled, holding out your hand, “Simon told me a lot about you.”

Markus blinked, not expecting you to suddenly speak to him. Mustering up all of his courage, he opened his mouth.

“I-I like your bike!” He blurted out, cheeks a growing shade of blue.

Snickers echoed around you as the members of Jericho whispered something about a crush.

You raised your eyebrows and lowered you hand hesitantly as Markus rushed to explain himself.

“I mean- I like you too! Well, I don’t like you like you, but- Well actually-” He shook his head, rambling on and on. “I didn’t mean it like that, really. I was just saying-”

“Do you want to come on a ride?” You cut him off with a question, tilting your head to the side coyly.

The cold breeze drifted through the loose hairs around your face and looking at Markus’s face, you could already feel your adrenaline rush building, feel the surge of energy that came from riding your bike.

“O-On the motorcycle?” He stammered, pointing to it with wide eyes.

You nodded with a smile, listening to the scattered giggles of Jericho’s leading members. “Well, I didn’t bring a car.”

Markus’s face flushed with color, heat rising in his cheeks. It was hard to maintain eye contact with you. “Yes,” The side of his mouth twisted into a nervous smile, “I guess that’s true.”

You watched as his eyes flickered between you and the bike, eyebrows taut together with apprehension.

North scoffed, watching as their fearless leader clenched his jaw, foot twisting in the dirt. “You’re not scared, are you?” She teased.

“What?” Markus asked, whipping his head around to look at her. He shook his head. “No. No, I’m not.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand gently, eyes sparkling with anticipation, “Then let’s go,” You grinned, pulling a hesitant Markus to your side.

He felt his nerves untense, scooching behind you on the back of the black and red bike.

You felt his fingertips apprehensively press into your sides and electricity buzzed throughout your body as you turned you head to look at him, putting on your helmet. “Ready?” You smiled.

Markus took in your steely leather-clad appearance again and then listened to the sweetness of your voice before nodding.

Without another word, the two of you took off into the night.

[msariesmoon]

Your Mars Sign

       (Credit to Julia McCArthy’s The Stars Within You book)

So what exactly is our Mars sign? Mars is considered an inner planet, meaning planets closest to Earth. These planets help us shape our basic personality. Mercury is our mind and how we speak, Venus is our creativity, love language, and our values, and Mars is our drive, passions, temperament, and sexuality. Mars is a masculine planet and masculine planets represent our physical energy.

Aries: Aries Mars individuals know exactly what they want and won’t hesitate when it comes to taking action. They’re blessed with the gift of being bold and courageous. While they may be quick to know what it is they want, they are also very quick to change their minds about whatever it is they were pursuing originally. Aries Mars are also known to be impulsive and have a short fuse when it comes to getting angry. It’s important that they practice restraint and mindfulness, also they would excel in sports with all the energy they have.

Taurus: Taurus Mars individuals are able to take their time when it comes to going after what it is they want. They find beauty in moving slow which is where the stereotype of Taurus placements being lazy comes in. Taurus Mars placements are blessed with the gift of manifestation due to them valuing the process of taking their time and they usually want to manifest something worth a lot of money (luxury items and anything that can stimulate their physical desires.) Taurus Mars individuals need to work on not being so stubborn in arguments. Them bottling in every motion can lead to an explosive argumentative episode in the end.

Gemini: Gemini Mars placements not only love to share their thoughts but they also love to debate. In fact, they are gifted with the skill of debating. These individuals are quite curious and could possibly make good teachers and writers if they ever wanted to pursue that route. Gemini Mars individuals need their mind stimulated and they will also be able to do the same for you. Gemini Mars placements need to find healthy ways to distract themselves from their overactive mind. They could do this by developing a routine, painting, running, etc. Overthinking can lead to anxiety if they aren’t careful.

Cancer: Blessed with the gifts of being deeply sensitive, intuitive, and nurturing, these individuals can easily persuade someone to do something because of their “soft” charm. This is because they have the power to adjust to the energy around them, therefore making it easy for them to influence others. Due to their sensitivity around other people, this can also make them become moody very fast. They tend to snap easily and become very irritable. Cancer Mars placements also struggle with getting over people due to struggling with codependency. When Cancer Mars placements are doing anything revolving energy work, it helps them stay grounded.

Leo: Leo Mars individuals have very magnetic souls. Sometimes they can be a bit dramatic but they have the gift of achieving large goals due to their determination and directness. Leo Mars placements thrive when they are able to express themselves creatively whether that be through music or poetry. They can be fun to be around but sometimes they can be a little too self centered and arrogant to an extent. Them being overly dramatic can lead to jealousy in a lot of situations.

Virgo: Virgo Mars individuals are very hands on and extreme planners. These individuals are blessed with the gifts of integrity and being able to notice very small details in any situation. These skills would be perfect for someone wanting to go into the healthcare industry, even social work. Virgo Mars individuals are also very health oriented and are very selfless not only with lovers but with anyone around them. Them having the ability to pay attention to detail helps them reach their desires and goals easily. Virgo Mars placements need to invest in activities that help them release tension from the nervous system. They need to be mindful that they can easily become too perfectional. Also, Virgo Mars placements need to work on seeing the bigger picture more and having a more imaginative mind.

Libra: Libra Mars individuals can be angered easily. This may come as quite of a shock to people if they don’t realize that their sister sign is Aries. Libra Mars individuals struggle with the need for approval and validation. They love luxurious items and vulgarity is a major turn off with them. Libra Mars individuals are driven by aesthetics and move very gracefully, much like Taureans. These individuals also thrive best in a setting that is very luxurious. Libra Mars individuals have the gift of considering both sides carefully before agreeing with someone or taking action. However, this can make them very indecisive and very lazy. They need to work on the ability to face confrontation. 

Scorpio: Scorpio Mars individuals are what you would consider dare devils. They are driven by danger and mystery and tend to be obsessive when it comes to going after what they want. These individuals are independent and fixated on getting what it is they desire. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING can get in their way of achieving something. These individuals can also struggle with being overly obsessive, controlling, jealous,  and resentful, leading to an explosive episode in the future. Their powerful auras can help them work in the public and they have the gift of a very vivid imagination. These individuals would thrive in artistic environments.

Sagittarius: Sagittarius Mars individuals are very adventurous and enthusiastic. They constantly need to be doing something while also trying something new in the process. They rarely, if ever stick to the same thing. These individuals can easily become reckless and impulsive due to them lacking practicality sometimes. Sagittarius Mars individuals tend to be drawn to anything related to spirituality, including Yoga and Buddhism. In order for these individuals to be satisfied, they need freedom, laughter, and constant variation.

Capricorn: Capricorn Mars individuals are steady and grounded when it comes to their accomplishments. These individuals do tend to lack emotion and often have a fear of asking for help/being vulnerable. Their ability to move steady and take their time helps them succeed and gain recognition in the future. Capricorn Mars individuals do need to avoid overworking themselves and being too cautious. They tend to get a little too comfortable in the situation they’re in yet still attempt to tell themselves that they aren’t doing enough in the process. Taking risks and understanding that it’s okay to be emotional will help these individuals thrive even more. They’d make great comedians if they wanted to pursue that route.

Aquarius: Aquarius Mars Individuals thrive off of expressing what is on their mind. The truth is, they’re always talking to themselves and they need someone to be able to express their ideas and conspiracies to. This, however, can also be one of their weaknesses. They tend to be very close minded when it comes to hearing an opposing viewpoint and can struggle with backing up their original idea due to not knowing too much about the subject. These individuals are very open minded when it comes to trying new things and will do anything that society may deem as “weird” or “unacceptable.” They definitely have the gift of being stable and patient when they’re with the right people.

Pisces: Pisces Mars individuals thrive off of fantasy and imagination. Many musicians and other creative individuals tend to have this placement as well. Them being very emotional can get in the way of them being practical. They also need a lot of alone time due to them being sensitive around energy and need to put a lot of their energy into creative projects. Boundaries are important for these individuals otherwise they can become distant and resentful due to them putting their all in another individual. 

[spencers-renaissance]

let him be soft (and let him be mine) p.1

Summary: After Derek pulls another self-sacrificing stunt at the culmination of their most recent case, Spencer runs out of their apartment as he desperately grapples with how it makes him feel.

or; Derek's self-sacrificing tendencies meet Spencer's abandonment issues. It gets messy before it gets better.

Tags: hurt/comfort, crying, abandonment issues, injured!derek, hurt!spencer, miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, fluff, protective!derek

TW: abadonment issues, allusions to grief/loss, some religious imagery (a catholic church and a priest have a small role in the plot)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 2.4k Total Word Count: 4.5k

Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Emily's Edit 1 2 3

Colab Alert! Emily (@criminalmindsvibez) and I have worked together on a project based on this poem. Her edits and my fic go hand in hand, so go and check hers out! She will be posting part 2 and 3 of her edit tomorrow and Friday respectively, and I'll be posting part 2 of this fic on Friday, too!! It's been so fun to work together, so please go and reblog her beautiful edit <3

The Poem:

Please, let him be soft.

I know you made him       with gunmetal bones      and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be      a warrior      a soldier      a hero.

But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do.

I do not want to see him go up in flames      the way all heroes end up martyrs.

I know that you will tell me  that the world needs him. The world needs his heart      and his faith      and his courage      and his strength      and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them.

Damn the world,      and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him,      damn anyone that ever took anything from him,            damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything      until there is nothing left of him          but the imprint of dust               where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas     until his shoulders collapse          and his knees buckle               and he is crushed by all he used to carry.

Dear God,  you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules.  You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again.  You can have your pick of heroes.

So please, I beg you– he is all that I have,  and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more.  Let him be soft,  and let him be mine.

—Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

The Fic:

Spencer offers Derek a weak smile as they sink into their seats on the jet. It’s all he can really manage, considering the emotional exhaustion the case had brought on, fatigue settling deep into his bones as he relaxes into the comfortable fabric of his chair. He keeps his eyes closed to avoid Derek’s anxious, imploring gaze for as long as possible, but he can’t help them opening on instinct as soon as the plane takes off the ground, and his stomach does its familiar vault at the increasing G forces.

“Baby?” Derek asks softly, as soon as he sees Spencer’s eyes flutter open. “What’s wrong?”

Spencer sighs, turning his head to face the evening sunset for a brief moment before looking back to his boyfriend. “I’m just tired, Der,” he lies, throwing in what he hopes is a reassuring smile to try and seal the deal.

It seems to work, some of the anxiety relaxing from his face — though, Spencer notes, the slightly pained expression remains — as he reaches across the table in between them to take Spencer’s hand. He complies, placing his hand in Derek’s and allowing himself to relish in the comfort of his warm, protective hold despite how he’s feeling.

“I’m sorry, Spence. We’ll get dinner from that Thai place and head straight to bed when we get home, yeah? You’ll feel better then.”

Spencer can’t help the flare of anger in his chest at that — so strong he has to shut his eyes tightly against it for a second. How can Derek not realise what’s wrong? How can he sit opposite him, bruised, cracked ribs and all, and not understand that everything is not at all ‘eat Thai food in bed’ okay?

He forces his eyes open again. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

Derek squeezes his hand once before letting go and thankfully, finally, dropping the subject. The sunset is a pretty blend of pinks and oranges as they fly down from New Jersey towards home, but Spencer doesn’t focus on the aesthetics of the sky. Not when that awful, tiny voice keeps whispering in the back of his head: how many sunsets does Derek have left?

⭐️

It might have been a lie, but the tired excuse seems to work. Derek doesn’t try to make conversation with him on the drive to DC, instead settling for reassuring touches that Spencer finds himself pressing back into despite himself.

He dives straight for the shower once they get back to their apartment, vaguely hearing Derek on the phone placing their standard Thai order as he sheds his restrictive suit and steps into the shower, immediately relaxing as the hot water cascades down his back. All of a sudden, the weight of the case catches up to him and he lets himself cry. Afterall, his desperate, grief-filled sobs can’t be heard over the water and he can blame his sore, red eyes on the shampoo.

When his tears eventually dry up and he exits the warm bathroom into the air-conditioned apartment, Derek’s sat on the edge of their bed fiddling with his phone next to an outfit of Spencer’s favourite loungewear neatly laid out. He always does it and it always makes Spencer smile, but this time his heart just clenches painfully and he has to fight back the hot tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

“Hey, baby,” Derek says, voice concerned at the sight of his visibly upset boyfriend. His wince as he gets off the bed to come over to Spencer is the final straw, though, and he can’t help the violent, choked sob that forces its way past his lips, his body heaving with the myriad of emotions running rampant. “Spencer?”

He ignores him as he drops his towel and hurriedly pulls on the clothes Derek set out for him, tears spilling down his cheeks one after the other, indicating no sign of slowing down anytime soon.

“Spencer? Baby?” he pleads desperately as Spencer continues to ignore him. “I know you’re tired, but this isn’t like you. Why—”

“No!” he cries, turning to face him. “It’s not like me! Because even though I feel like this after every case I’m usually so good at holding it in! But I can’t do it anymore, Derek. I can’t keep feeling like this.”

“Baby, talk to me,” Derek begs. “We can work this out, we’ll figure this out together, but I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

All of a sudden, it’s too much. Standing there in their bedroom facing his injured, self-sacrificing, perfect boyfriend as emotion and fear choke the life out of him is killing him, and all he can do is grab his phone, hastily pull on a pair of shoes, and run out of the apartment.

If it wasn’t for his bruised ribs — Christ, if it wasn’t for Derek being shot not four hours earlier — Spencer never would have outrun him, but as it stands, he escapes the apartment building with only Derek’s pleading cries following him.

He runs through the streets of DC, half-blind from unshed tears, until he sees a bus coming down the road, and before he can overthink it, he’s boarding, paying, and taking a seat right at the back. The streets outside blur as the bus accelerates down the street and the tears he’d been holding back since he left the apartment, spill over, joining the countless tear tracks already decorating his cheeks.

Soon he’s not seeing the vibrant streets of the Adams Morgan district anymore, his brain replaying the shoot-out that ended the case instead. They’d finally cornered their suspect in a dilapidated barn in the middle of nowhere, and Spencer had honestly thought that their attempts to talk him down were working, when he’d suddenly pointed his gun straight at JJ. Derek had easily predicted his next move and wasted no time in pushing her out the way, diving straight into the bullet’s trajectory, shot in the middle of his vest.

Hotch had taken care of the unsub and Spencer had gone straight to Derek’s side, his heart in his mouth as fear overrode rationality with ease. He’d been fine: checked out by an ambulance on site and prescribed some moderate painkillers and a few days rest until his ribs healed up, but Spencer had struggled to see it so positively.

Anger flares up in his chest again at the memory of Derek’s blatant disregard for his own well-being. JJ’s a trained and experienced agent: she could have shot the unsub before he even took the shot if Derek hadn’t pushed her aside, and even if she hadn’t, why was it better for Derek to take the bullet than JJ?

As much as he tries not to take it personally, part of him can’t really help but feel hurt. What if the bullet had missed the vest? What if Derek was really shot? He could have so easily died — in an alternate universe, Spencer is mourning the tragic loss of his boyfriend right now. Does he really not care that all this heroic self-sacrifice could leave Spencer a grieving widow one day?

He feels selfish. The world needs Derek: it needs his heart and his courage and his fierce sense of justice, it needs him to fight for the underdog, it needs him to stop at nothing to apprehend the bad guy, it needs anything he can give them.

But in this moment, Spencer doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t care about what the world needs. He cares about what Dr Spencer Reid, book nerd and genius prodigy of Nevada needs, and that’s his boyfriend, alive, next to him.

The bus passes a church and Spencer immediately presses the button, getting off at the next stop and retracing the road until he’s standing in front of the beautiful architecture of a Catholic Church. Peace and quiet is exactly what he needs right now, so he takes a deep breath and walks through the heavy wooden doors into the building.

The smell Spencer associates with the churches he’d visit in his childhood when William would dress them up and parade them around a church as the perfect little family for as long as Diana’s meds lasted hits him as soon as he crosses the threshold, and something about it feels comforting. He walks through the small foyer and into the main congregation hall, thankful that no service is taking place. There’s a woman in a pew at the front with her head bowed, but otherwise it’s completely empty, and it emboldens him enough to slip into the back row.

He lets himself zone out, taking in the stained glass windows and the elaborate arcades as well as the ornate statues and decorations around the nave as his mind finally drifts from the torture of his thoughts.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice asks, snapping him out of his trance. He looks over to see a priest standing just to his right, a kind look on his face.

“Uh— yes,” Spencer replies, a little flustered. “Very. An old friend of mine did a PhD in the history of church architecture years ago, but even his high praise doesn’t do it justice in person.”

“Not a regular church-goer, I take it?” the priest asks, smiling warmly.

“Not sure the church would be happy to have me,” he says drily, “on the account that I live with my boyfriend.”

The priest’s face saddens at that. “Would you mind if I sat?”

“As long as you don’t try and convert me.”

He laughs at that, taking a seat next to Spencer. “That’s not my job anyway,” he reassures him. “God takes care of that side of things.”

Spencer nods once, before looking down at his fidgeting fingers.

“What’s led a non-Christian to a Catholic Church on a random Tuesday evening, then?” the priest asks warmly.

“Oh… I’m not sure you’d want to hear about it,” Spencer says awkwardly, blushing a bit at the thought of discussing his relationship troubles with a priest.

“Try me.”

Spencer takes a deep breath. After all, he desperately wants to talk about this with someone, and who better than a completely impartial person whose opinion doesn’t matter anyway?

“I work for the FBI,” he starts, “I have done for nearly a decade now. It’s where I met my boyfriend, actually; we work for the Behavioural Analysis Unit. I love the job, it’s given me pretty much everything I have, really, but… but I don’t know how much longer I can do it.” He takes a shaky breath in to try and abate the tears again, but when the priest lays a warm hand over his own, he can’t hold them back anymore.

“Derek— Derek is so strong. He’s fierce and he’s powerful and he’s a hero, and I used to be so proud of him for that, I still am, but now… all it does is scare me. Today he took a bullet for another team member, he pushed her out of the way and it landed in his own vest. He’s fine, but this isn’t the first time he’s done something like this. He’s run into burning buildings, driven bombs across cities to stop them from blowing up in a populated area, thrown himself into the line of fire to save others countless times, but one day… he won’t be so lucky.

“One day, it’s going to catch up to him, and he’s going to be killed by his own calling. He’s so selfless that he’s truly going to give everything to the job until it kills him… and where does that leave me?” He looks up and meets the priest’s kind, empathetic gaze for the first time, comforted by the reassurance he finds there.

“I never really had a family. My father walked out when I was ten and left me with my sick and confused mother, knowing that she couldn’t take care of me, knowing that he was leaving his child to take care of his mother for the next eight years. When I found the BAU, I found a family, and I found Derek. I love my whole team, but when it comes down to it, he’s all I really have left.

“If he stays in this job, I’m going to end up alone. There will never be another person for me, not after Derek. When people sit in this very building and pray for justice,” Spencer says tearily, “God answers that prayer with Derek Morgan. And those prayers, those pleas for mercy are going to take him away from me one day.”

The priest sits quietly for a moment, thinking, maybe praying, as he bows his head. “Child, God makes heroes for a reason. I know he’s so proud of Derek, that he cherishes all the lives he’s saved, but I also know that God cherishes Derek’s life, and yours, too. Derek sounds like the kind of person who loves with his whole heart, and I suspect that he loves you deeply. The Bible teaches us the importance of kind and honest communication, as well as the value in understanding the people you love, and I think you know that your only shot at a happy ending here is to tell Derek all that you’ve told me.”

Spencer’s always rejected the idea of telling Derek how much it breaks his heart to see him running at danger head on because he can’t think of any possible resolution they could come to — it’s not like he can simply turn off his self-sacrificing tendencies — but he doesn’t really see any other way out now.

He looks up at the priest. “Yeah,” he sighs. “I’m not sure I have any other choice.”

“I’ll leave you to your peace and quiet,” he says as he gets up to leave, “but please never think that God doesn’t want to know you because of your loving relationship with Derek. He loves you both so much.”

Spencer smiles, feeling a little bit lighter after getting everything off his chest. “Thank you.”

As he watches the priest walk out of the nave and into what Spencer suspects is the Sanctuary, he hears something that simultaneously warms his heart and twists his stomach in anxiety.

Derek, calling his name.

I hope you enjoyed part one of this fic - please go and check out Emily's edit here!

PART TWO

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[fanficsrusz]

I WANT TO KI__ YOU - FINAL CHAPTER

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dub-Con, Non-con, Stockholm Syndrome, Being Restrained, Breeding, murder, everything bad.

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. IF YOU FIND ANY OF THESE WARNINGS TRIGGERING, THEN DO NOT READ. BY CONTINUING TO READ FROM THIS POINT ON, YOU ARE AGREEING THAT YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH ALL OF THE ABOVE WARNINGS. I DO NOT ACCEPT ANY RESPONSIBILITY IF YOU FEEL TRIGGERED BY THE FOLLOWING CONTENT SINCE THERE HAS BEEN PLENTY OF WARNINGS. IF YOU FEEL LIKE ANY OTHER WARNINGS SHOULD BE ADDED THEN PLEASE POLITELY DM ME AND I WILL ADD THEM.

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Summery: After failing to fulfill his contract, John takes a liking to y/n and his liking soon turns into a dark obsession

Aesthetic Playlist

A/n: After a billion years, a billion mental breakdowns and just about everything else, I have finally mustered up the courage to finish this series. I don't know how to feel.

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The taste of his lips was something that she should hate. It's something that she should crave to loaf. But even after everything he put her through, he was the sweetest poison.  

John was like an elegantly bound book but in a language she couldn't read. Y/n never thought she would love all the bad things about someone but there she stood, staring out into the openness of the forest through the front door. 

The door was there as if her dream had become solid, as if it had grown upon the hinges and blossomed into a comforting hue. An exit. A way out of the nightmare she found herself in. In all the time she had been trapped in the house, the door had remained a mystery to her. Not that she didn't know what laid beyond it, but the idea of what she would do when she saw the day it was held open for that long. 

She realised in the air that had been so still on the previous days had suddenly gained a slight movement, as if it had discovered its direction yet was content to meander at its own pace. The autumn breeze that carried fine drops, each one a promise of the rain to come.  Newly chilled air that moved the clouds, streaks of brilliance breaking through from a patient sun.

 Y/n let her eyes rest for a moment, feeling the ambiance of nothing, hearing the sounds, taking in the aroma, letting her brain process what laid ahead. 

John came behind, his lips grazing her hair as he pressed a chaste kiss upon her head. 

"I need an answer." 

His voice came as a whisper but had a firmness to it as he waited for their fate to be sealed. 

Choices were rarely a fork of two pathways, yet with eyes a little wider open, many pathways appeared before her. The right path for one person can be different from another and only the inner compass of love and passion could illuminate it for that soul to walk upon.

"I-" her lips parted, the single syllable falling from her mouth before she stopped. Her eyes clenched shut, images of her past life flashing through her mind, her heart thumping as the emotions of what she had lost pumped through her. 

Before she could even register her own existence in her new life, her feet had pulled her from John's hold. 

She could feel her heartbeat… every single pound in her chest. This great pounding, this great pressure; every beat. She could hear it, she could feel it. It remained steady with every step she took closer to the door, it remained through what little breaths she could shove down her throat. It remained when she stood and swayed at the threshold. That dark beating remained, as she waited for her own choice to take hold of her body. 

With a shaky hand she took hold of the new wooden door, a sigh leaving her as she pushed the door shut, sealing her inside the house and sealing her fate with no other exit. Just like that any glimmer of escape faded away coldly into infinite darkness. Y/n's skin shuddered and she could feel her brain starting to defocus, searching for new hope. She should have gone … out there, to the forest where the paths ran in every direction and she could be free. But one thing and one thing alone stopped her. 

Aurora. 

John's hand creeped up her arm, offering her a caring touch. 

"Thank you" he whispered, breath hot on the back of her neck.

"For what?" her voice came out hostile, sadness prominent in her tone. 

"You chose me -" he smiled, "you chose us. You chose Aurora. You chose love." his arms circled her waist, pulling her closer to his icy warmth. "I can't believe you finally recognised the importance of what we have. You've finally learnt to appreciate it all and that's all I ever wanted from you". 

Sadness sat an inch below Y/n's face, eyes remaining dry, expression impassive. She knew that if she even let a fraction out that the rest would follow, a never ending torrent of grief. She moved nothing but her eyes, her mind racing while every muscle stayed rock still against John's hold. 

"I just needed you to see it with your own eyes, to have you understand that this could be a wonderful life, that we can build a perfect, loving, family" John let his mind wander within the walls of his own fantasy. 

"Just think about it. Think about all the good things we can do together here. We can be happy, we can enjoy each other as much as we want without having to worry about the world out there and all the bad things it brings -" he placed a heated kiss onto her skin, his teeth nipping lightly. 

That warm, raspy voice that possessed his cords, sent nerves dancing up her spine. Normally his smile sent her mind into an uncontrolled, captivated spiral and his light touch lingered, it branded her soul with a simple mark: infatuation. To call it love would be a mockery of her heart, a symbol of her dying innocence. But every tempered word he spoke invaded her mind, like ivy tendrils seeking any point of weakness to enter; they wrapped her body in a blanket of comfort and consumed her soul in the heat of lust.

Y/n remembered that night John took her in a soft, painful haze. It was the night that taught her the difference between love and infatuation. Love is unconditional, eternal... Infatuation? It dies. 

Y/n had become infatuated with John to some degree. The sense of protection that he provided was something that she had never known. What else did she have other than John? But Aurora? She deserved better. Y/n loved her more than anything and she wasn't about to let her daughter live in four walls. Captive. Her beauty hidden away from the world. 

That wasn't a life she wanted for her. 

"-I only needed to know that you were convinced, that you had it in your heart" John continued, his lips peppering her skin with soft kisses. 

"well now you know" y/n whispered, eyes still glued to the closed door. 

"You know-" John gently turned her body, forcing her to look at him as his soft brown eyes studied her features for a moment, "-keeping you chained in that basement for the rest of your life was a possibility but that wasn't enough for me" 

Y/n felt the pad of his thumb rub against the wet skin of her cheek, rubbing away a few tears that had managed to quietly escape their fortress. 

"I wanted you to be here with me, so you could enjoy this life of ours without being kept like an animal." his eyes softened, eyebrows dipping kindly. "It was all necessary at first. Just a training process and I only kept you like that because you needed it" 

Y/n knew it was wrong what he did. But why did it hurt to know what she would do? 

"I understand" she whispered, her own hands wrapping around his waist as she buried her face in his chest. With a deep breath she took note of all the musky sweet notes of his scents. John rested his head on top of hers, his smile uncontrollable. 

"it was like the medicine you needed to take" John let out a small laugh as he thought back. "you were this small little disobedient puppy. It was cute honestly but it was just something you needed to go through to get stronger. And now look at you!" he pulled back, holding her at arms length so be count admire her perfect face. "you're so beautiful and So loyal" 

John kissed the droplets of tears from her lips, and she felt his lips smile against hers. He swept her hair aside and kissed her just over the collarbone. He nibbled at her ear, and then sank himself into her arms. She hung her fingers on his waistband, dragging him closer and he buried his face in her shoulder curve, his hands flexing around her back. John gave a reduced groan before whispering “I love you,” into her hair. 

"So do I" she mustered back. 

"I can't believe you finally see me for what I really am. Your family. Your soulmate. Your world. Of course that world includes Aurora. Her future brothers and sisters. We will have all we need right here" he placed another kiss onto her forehead. "we can build something new, something perfect and you are the one who made it all possible. You - you have no idea how special you are to me my love." 

John stepped back, extending his hand for her to take and Y/n slowly took it into hers. 

"I will never let you go. No matter what happens, I will always find you."

-

Three days later 

The perfect life for the perfect wife. That's what Y/n told herself daily, over and over. 

Y/n had been baking for a few hours and as the moments passed, tune by tune as the radio sang along, the piles of cookies, buns and breads grew. It was the same as mess, only the good sort she supposed, the edible sort that made people happy. That would make her happy. 

Aurora sat in her highchair, cooing softly as Y/n plated a few cookies and turned slowly, smiling as she watched her daughter stare up at her. 

She placed the plate on that table and kissed Aurora on the forehead. 

"No matter what happens. I love you" she breathed heavily and pulled back when she heard John step into the kitchen. 

"Good morning" Y/n smiled, wiping some of the drool from Aurora's face. 

John rounded the table and kissed y/n on the cheek before kissing Aurora's head. 

"Good morning my loves". 

For a moment there was silence in the large room and y/n shifted on her feet. 

"What are you going to do today?" John finally asked, pulling a glass from the cupboard and filling it with some water. 

Y/n shook her head slowly. 

"I don't know. Maybe clean. Play with Aurora. I baked some cookies already" John's eyes lit up as he walked over to the table, smiling as he picked up a warm cookie. 

"You made these?" he asked and y/n only hummed. 

"Mhmm" 

John kissed her cheek and Y/n savoured the feeling of his lingering touch before she turned around to face him. 

"Try it. Tell me how it is". 

John smirked before lifting the cookie to her mouth. 

"oh no. I've already eaten so many of them. I made them specially for you" 

"Such a good wife" John smiled. The cookie skimmed his lips before he shoved it into his mouth, letting the buttery goodness explode against his tongue. 

"Wow" he exclaimed, "This is really good". Y/n’s eyes lit up with excitement as she watched him eat a second cookie without hesitation. 

"Good. I'm glad you like them". 

John lifted his glass of water to his lips before he felt something wash over him. Something he hadn't felt… Ever. 

His hand extended towards Y/n as he tried to grab her, reaching out for support but she only pulled away, the smile she wore still on her face as she watched him intently. 

John breathed heavily but the air just wouldn't go in, like his lungs were surrounded by metal bands. Next came the rising panic, the dizzy feeling and the need to get low to the ground. The exertion brought on more breathlessness, like the air around him was devoid of oxygen. His ribs heaved up and down but no benefit came.

"Y.. Y/n…" his wheezing voice called out to her but she only stepped back. 

The poison was made to mimic an efficient virus, to kill the host fast. A few drops here and there and the decay set in, a sort of race to the bottom. The best part? She didn't even know what it was. She just read the bottle that John had stashed away and shoved it into the batter. If there was one thing she learnt from her mother was that love was the best blindfold for any plan. 

Y/n picked up Aurora, cradling her in her arms as she watched John gasp for breath. In his glassy eyes that stared up at her, she saw her reflection and she saw that what she was doing was the right thing. 

"You were and always have been a - monster" the words seemed to burn her tongue but she ignored the pain it caused. "You will never be able to find me or her again. Goodbye John" 

As the blackness finally began to consume him once and for all, he watched as his love pulled open the front door, her shadowy figure slowly fading into the darkness as he also did. 

-

3 months later. 

"Thank you, detective" y/n pushed the papers into her handbag before placing the bag back onto that handle of the pram. Aurora laid asleep in her arms and y/n slowly stood up. 

"No worries" the detective smiled kindly before reaching out over the table, stopping y/n from moving any more. "-and just so you know, I'm sorry. I know there isn't anything I can say that can fix everything that happened to you but You're safe now. We won't let anything else happen." y/n smiled softly and placed her hand on top of his reassuringly. 

"It's okay. You searched and you couldn't find me. There isn't anything anyone could have done. He… Was different. He was smart". 

The detective shook his head and pulled his hand away, burying them in piles of paper. 

"he was a monster for what he did". 

Y/n felt the tears well in the back of her eyes as she felt her throat turn dry. 

"I-" before she could even think of anything to say, Aurora began to cry and y/n laughed, shaking the pain of her aching heart away. "-I should really get her home". 

"Of course". He led y/n to the door, holding it open for her as they began to proceed down the corridor. 

"There's still quite a few reporters out there so it's best you take the back exit. Officer Hughes will swing by your place later on to check in" 

"Oh. Terry? He doesn't have to. He's been doing that everyday for the past three months -" 

"Nonsense. It's the least we could do". 

Y/n smiled and looked down at her watch. 

"Thank you so much detective. I'll see you later" 

"see ya". 

Y/n left the building and sighed as she heard the loud noise of the city and wind around her, the warm sun warming her body just as the first few drops of rain fell from the sky. 

"Let's get you home" she whispered to her daughter, pushing the pram towards home. 

-

The cafe that y/n lived above laid ahead, just around the corner and y/n couldn't wait to get her feet up. It's royal blue paint glistening under the closed sky was definitely a sight for sore eyes. She could just about see the large sign, decorated with droplets of water that hung on like glistening jewels. "Gloria's."

 Outside the sidewalk that would bustle in a few short hours was quiet, the concrete oblivious to whether it was midday or midnight. Y/n’s face smirked upward at the sight of the flower planter to the right, the city has put in new blooms that will give flashes of sunny yellows and hot pinks through the springtime. If she stopped walking right now she could almost hear the heartbeat of the city, quiet, like the ticking of an old Grandfather clock.

Her mind was too preoccupied with the world around her and y/n didn't notice the figure that hid under the umbrella that she nearly ran over. 

"Oh I'm so sorry!" y/n exclaimed, extending her hand to steady the person. Y/n waited patiently for the person's response, waiting to make sure she didn't hurt them. 

Then she heard it, the dark, low chuckle that made her spine tingle. 

"You're just as polite as the first time, Princess" 

The end.

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[pamouche]

Inspired by the beautiful post of @jackfrostsander & with the help of my talented friend @foxsake5

Just imagine for a few minutes Sobbe's wedding (after the engagement)

It was a very important day for them, as this day symbolized the union of their love forever. Everything was going wonderfully well - even better than they had imagined! And they were so happy because it had been in their heads for so long, in fact, ever since their night at the penthouse suite when they were younger and Sander had already planned everything. It was also exciting for the two lovers because it was a dream come true and they were enjoying every minute together, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears, kissing proudly and smiling always.

The room was mostly white but also black (because Sander wanted to keep it aesthetic). There were twinkling lights everywhere, and a big table standing in the center of the room with a beautiful buffet of appetizers and croques but also a gigantic wedding cake, which was drawn by Sander in his sketchbook, since as the artist and big lover he is, he really wanted to design it. The cake had three layers and on top of it, we saw their lips about to kiss. On the sides, there was a compilation of photos of the two of them along with a quote that seemed to go around the cake: jij en ik, honderd procent, voor altijd in elk universum. The cake was vanilla and white chocolate, it was one of their favorite flavors because it left a pretty sweet taste in their mouth. They had also chosen this flavor to make the pictures on the sides stand out. These black and white photos were taken by the two of them on a beautiful summer day. There were pictures of them holding hands, kissing, but also of Robbe's dimples and smile that Sander had time to capture with his camera after they had finished their pillow fight.

The guests (among others the broerrrs, Zoënne, Milan, Yasmina...) were having fun, constantly laughing and dancing to Sander's Bowie playlist. Sander didn’t have too much trouble convincing Robbe to put on his playlist; he just took on a seductive air, which comes so natural to him, and gave him a few pouts that Robbe was unable to resist and multiple kisses that he deepened, and as usual it ended in a perfect make-out session filled with passion, love and desire.

After a while, while Robbe was talking to the broerrrs, Sander suddenly got up from his chair and in his beautiful white suit, went to the stage where the DJ was also playing Rebel Rebel. Sander asked him to cut the music whispering in his ear that it was time. When the music was cut, everyone, surprised, turned to the stage where Sander took the microphone and touched it a few times to see if it worked. Then when it was checked, Sander looked at Robbe who was already looking at him, a little confused because they never talked about what was happening just now. Robbe was irresistibly handsome in his white suit that molded his body so well. His medium-length brown hair was a brilliant color and Sander wanted to run his fingers through his beautiful curls, which were so soft and that made him so weak. As if that wasn't enough, Robbe's silver wedding ring and his silver earring shone in the lights and Sander was breathless realizing once again that Robbe was his, he felt so lucky and wanted to immortalize this moment. Robbe looked like a heavenly being, so perfect in that outfit that Sander wanted to take off even more on their wedding night.

Sander smiled stupidly, and eyes fixed on Robbe, he said, “Angel, this song is for you.” Everyone went, “Oooouuh,” and Moyo grinned and teasingly elbowed Robbe as he started to blush at this unexpected situation. Sander smiled and closed his eyes for a few seconds, to bring out all those sincere emotions, before opening them again and focusing on the one. He began to sing when he had the attention of the whole room:

" Since I saw you, under that night when the moonlight shone on you, I haven't stopped thinking about you. I knew it wasn't temporary, it was something much stronger that I felt every time you were by my side. You make my life so much better, you are my present and my future because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because I love you, I love you, Robin "

Sander slowed down the second I love you to indicate that he meant it and always will. The crowd understood that it was over and applauded like never before, some guests whistled to show their appreciation for this act that nobody thought would happen, even though we know that Sander likes to sing and that he likes to shout his love for Robbe from the rooftops, but because we knows that sometimes in front of great acts like this Robbe looks so shy and Sander doesn't want to embarrass Robbe. However, he took his courage in both hands and went into expressing his love for Robbe, as he used to say all the way or no way.

Zoë was crying her eyes out in Senne's arms, because it was just so beautiful. Even Aaron had tears in his eyes, even though he kept telling the broerrrs that he had something in his eye. But Amber who was next to him smiled because she didn't believe him, and knowing the great sensitive soul that Arron is, comforted him by giving him a hug. Robbe who didn't take his eyes off Sander, crying in shock at this declaration made in front of everyone, this song sung only for him, by the love of his life. He had butterflies in his stomach like every time Sander proved his love once again and he was so grateful to have found his real happiness, Sander.

In an instant, there was a moment where their eyes connected in such strong love and time stopped. Robbe smiled so much that it hurt, but he didn’t care. He just wanted Sander to know he really liked his performance. Sander, who was relaxed now, smiled beautifully at Robbe, eyes shining bright, and put the microphone back in its place.

As the applause continued, Robbe mimed love you so much, crying with his cheeks pink and Sander, who understood him completely, went towards him, and towards his future, with a big smile on his face.

[ready-to-obeyme]

[OM!] Hanahaki Disease + Flowers for Demon Brothers & Diavolo (Part 2)

Scenario: Which flowers would the demon brothers be inflicted with when they develop Hanahaki Disease falling in love with you? +  Headcanons to how they would deal with it. 

(includes pictures of flowers 🌻🌺)

[PART 1] INCLUDES: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

PART 2 INCLUDES: Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + BONUS: Diavolo

Note: BIG PINING ENERGY + Unrequited Love aka ANGST; aesthetic coughing up bouquets i feel like writing this out just made me fall in love with diavolo lol 

Asmodeus

Narcissus = stay as sweet at you are; unrequited love

Asmo knows as soon as he makes the pact with you that you are different, and it is only confirmed when he yearns to be around you more. The warmth in his chest is leagues different from the embers of desire-- and more painful, when he cannot seem to stop coughing out bright yellow narcissus petals. He glares at them as they’re scattered onto his pink bedsheet as if he could will them away. They’re only reminders of what he already knows to be unrequited love-- he’s seen the way your eyes stray to his other brothers over him, and yet he cannot seem to be angry at you, sweet as you are. He gathers the petals into his hand, wishing you could look at him instead.

Aster = symbol of love, daintiness

There is a softness in love that makes Asmo hurt every time he looks at you and smiles. He’s tried to avoid you, resentfully flushing the petals down into the drain so they would stop reminding him that he’s not loved back, but it doesn’t work. The asters come in bouquets, choking him in his love for you. He doesn’t hate them, painful as they are, because they are as beautiful as you are-- a manifestation of his feelings for you. The tightness in his chest lessens when he showers you with his affection like this was what he was always meant to do.

(Purple) Stock = “You’ll always be beautiful to me”

Asmo knows what colors suit you best, what best brings out the shine in your eyes, and what complements the tone of your skin and smile. He remembers coughing out soft lavender petals of stock and thinking how lovely you would look holding these in your hands. The pain of the flowers does not lessen, but he finds that he can appreciate how light you make him feel, how you can distract him and indulge him. He imagines what you would look like on your wedding, dressed in white and decorated with the most beautiful flowers and realizes that no matter how you change, you will always be beautiful to him, whether you love him back or not-- and perhaps that is the biggest expression of love he could ever give anyone.

When you leave the Devildom, he does not tell you his feelings if he has the slightest hint that you like one of his other brothers

Holds onto the feeling of loving you as long as he can until his brothers force him to remove it for his own sake

He feels empty without it-- without his love for him consuming him, and he searches to fill that void elsewhere

Beelzebub

(White) Sweet Alyssum = beauty, protection

The night after Beel makes a pact with you, he hides away the small buds of sweet alyssum before you can see them. He hesitates to wake you, how scared you must have been to stand up against Lucifer for him and Luke and how sweet you were to have held his hands during his nightmare. But he knows, vividly well, that humans are weak-- in body, though not in mind, and he does not want you to get a cold or hurt yourself, sleeping like that. Beel carries your small and warm body into his arms gently, putting you into his bed and tucking the blanket up to your chin. He doesn’t realize it then, but the pact he has made was a promise to protect you, just as you have done for him. He brushes your hair away from your sleeping face, careful not to wake you, and wonders if you have always been this beautiful. 

Lily of the Valley = sweetness, purity, pure love, humility; “You’ve made my life complete.”

Your presence fills him up to the point that he no longer feels hungry. It is a different fullness from being stuffed with food, and it is a more pleasant feeling than being suffocated by the flowers that his lungs choke on. He is looking wherever you are, whether he knows it or not, guiding you where he can and staying by your side if you allow it. He is proud to be by your side, humbled by your ability to mend the fraying bonds of his family, and in love with the way you never stray from who you are. The pain of flowers is nothing compared to the joy he feels when he is around his family that now includes you. 

Bellflower = unwavering love

“You should tell them how you feel,” Belphie tells him quietly when he sees the wild bellflowers tumble from Beel’s mouth. “They’re leaving soon.” 

Beel nods, gathering the petals and tossing them into the trash like clockwork. His hands tremble and he wishes he weren’t so scared to hear your answer. He knows his feelings for you will not change, regardless of whether you return them, but he yearns-- he hopes you do love him back. That you want to stay by his side whatever the cost, that you want to wipe away his tears and protect him just like he wanted to do for you. Come what may, he holds this feeling in his heart, hoping it does not forget its imprint even when he must cut it away.

He does confess to you and cannot hide his disappointment when you do not return his feelings

He takes his due time to mourn before cutting the feelings away before he worries his brothers, and never tells them that he feels like he feels like he’s been carved open and left empty

Belphegor

(Purple) Hyacinth = “Please forgive me”; protection from harm; love and happiness

The purple hyacinths taste of lingering regret and the new sweetness of a budding love. Bephie grimaces at the texture of petals on his tongue but says nothing else. It seems fitting that he would come with the Hanahaki disease, because whatever he cannot apologize for in words, he can make it up through action. He vows to protect you from harm, wish you love and happiness, and beg for your forgiveness by making a pact with you. If this suffocating feeling is what he must go through to gain your trust again and receive a little bit of your grace that he knows he does not yet deserve, then he will stay quiet until his lungs run out of flowers. 

(White) Gardenia = secret love; you’re lovely

Belphie catches himself looking at you when he thinks you can’t see him more often. He feigns waking up from a nap whenever you do notice him, hoping that you don’t put together the pieces that spell out his love for you. The white gardenia petals fall from his lips a little easier when he knows he’s resigned himself from loving you from afar, in secret. He knows he has no right to confess to you, not yet, when he cannot seem to find enough time to spend with you, to make up for lost time when he was in the attic and when he walked on eggshells around you. 

Violets = loyalty, devotion, faithfulness, modesty; “I’ll always be true”

As much as he feels that he does not deserve your love, Belphie yearns for it anyways. He wants to ask you to stay, if not for him, then at least for Beel-- he knows the flowers’ roots will not dig as deeply if you chose Beel over his other brothers, including himself. He wonders if he compensated the desire to be close to you by distancing himself so you don’t notice how hard he has fallen for you, but finds that he does not mind, in the end. He’ll come when you need him, but if not-- he is content with loving you anyways. 

He doesn’t dare confess to you, and he finds that it was a good decision when you can say farewell to him in good terms

He does very well in hiding his affliction from his brothers up to the point the flowers threaten to kill him; probably has to be forced to get his feelings cut away, convinced only when Beel tells him he cannot bear to live without him after losing Lilith

Belphie cannot say no to his twin

Bonus:

Diavolo

(Purple) Heather = admiration, solitude

Diavolo knows that allowing a human with no magical powers into the Devildom was a risk, knowing very well that things could go wrong. He’s pleasantly surprised when not only do you do well in RAD but you excel in making connections with demons and angels alike, creating the bonds that he believes will be a cornerstone for the success of the exchange program. When you arrive at his doorsteps with his six council members in tow, he is again blown away by your courage and your strength of character. He feels that he should be more surprised that not a week later, tufts of purple heather fall from his lips onto his hands, manifesting his admiration for you in physical form. Ah, but he knows what he feels is not as simple as admiration. Jealousy, perhaps? Or even the feeling of solitude, watching you act freely and love as you please with the demons you now call your family. (He wonders if he is more envious of you or the demon brothers.)

Rue = Grace, clear vision 

You continue to surprise him time and time again with the grace you handle difficult situations and the clarity in which you see the situations around you. You would make a formidable queen by his side, he thinks when he sees the soft rue petals fall onto the floor from his lips. He finds himself frustrated at himself at times; for the Prince of Hell to be afflicted with the flowers of yearning is foolish of him. But yet at the same time, how could he possibly help it? You are a novelty in his life as you are lovely, treating him as you would everyone else with dignity, kindness, and a softness he has begun to fall for. 

(White) Zinnia = lasting love, goodness, constancy

The plights of royalty have no bounds it seems, when Diavolo knows that he cannot even ask you to stay in the Devildom without making his words seem to have underlying meaning and significance. Yes, he admits that your role as the exchange student and human ambassador would certainly make for a beneficial treaty between the two realms, but he knows too well that he cannot ask you to leave your life behind when you have already done so much. And he does not want to taint his feelings for you with politics-- the white zinnias that appear from his lungs tell him of your goodness and the constancy in which he relies on you-- a love that will last until he is forced to give it up once the illness becomes too much to bear. 

He cannot tell Lucifer, despite how much he desperately wants to confide in his closest friend-- what would he think? The Prince of Hell falling for a human who has the hearts of all of his council members

Only Barbatos knows-- as he does, and he reminds Diavolo when the time has come to remove his flowers before he falls ill beyond repair

[cromwellharvests]

@eternasci​ asked:

Could you summarize your character in three sentences? What would you focus on: their design, their story, their personality, or try to take a sentence for each of the aforementioned? What is an absolute necessity for you to get across when explaining your character to someone else?

As wildly in love with Easy’s design / appearance as we all well know I am at this point— what, with how this blog is at least 50% cottagecore aesthetic & me weeping about her being my wife— it wouldn’t factor in to the three sentences I’d use to describe her, when pressed. To be fair, it would be SO difficult to restrain myself to just three sentences, given how much heart and soul I have invested in this character. But I could do it. Probably.

Her story wouldn’t come in much, either. Hints, maybe— allusions to both figure and past. But at the end of the day, when I describe my characters, I’m much more concerned with their feeling, their personality, and the general... presence they provide. 

Though not perfect, I imagine it’d go something like this:

The lily of her valley with a gentle bloom. A flower which only springs back brighter and fuller after every time it is stamped out, it’s stem cut. Choosing to be soft— to be tender and kind— in a harsh environment is not weakness; it is courage.

[iplaymatchmaker]

Hi there, me again, if I read the rules correctlyyou said we could do a separate ask for a separate game. If I read incorrectlyplease just ignore this, if not if my first ask wasn't to much I'd love to ask for an ikerev matchup as well! I'm bi, female (she/her) sagittarius sun, virgo rising, libra moon, ENFT. I'm 5'2, chubby/curvy w/ great boobs, I have longer  brunette hair w/ peekaboo highlights (they've been every color, but currently pink), brown eyes, glasses/contacts, 7 piercings & 26 tattoos. I'm very empathetic (sometimes to a fault) and have sever anxiety and depression. It takes me awhile to warm up around new people and be myself. I often feel intimidated in big social settings, such as parties, and often use alcohol for some liquid courage to help me let loose and be me in those situations. I've suffered some emotional and mental abuse at the hands of a step parent which has left me with some trauma and triggers; people raising their voice at me or making quick movements toward me or in my direction usually result in me crying and secluding myself for awhile. Oh and I have daddy issues, thanks absent father. That said I also don't do great with authority, I hate being told what to do, and I hate being told no. I can put up with a lot of shit, but eventually it usually becomes a 'straw that broke the camels back' situation and I fly off the handle and then break down. I am also extremely generous and do all I can to help my friends and family when they need it. I have some self confidence issues from weight gain, and I usually feel my best when I'm dolled up with my makeup on and hair done, usually with a dress and heels. I'm a Ravenclaw thats hates to read, but I love learning & know tons of trivia; like I know so many random facts about so many things from history, to movies, to graveyards, and much more. I often correct people on things, which some perceive as me belittling them, but its never my intention I'm just trying to share my knowledge and trying to help them. I am very creative I love crafting; resin art, macrame, cross stich, those are just some of my favorite things to do art wise, I also enjoy coloring books. I love to laugh and think I'm pretty funny, I usually have a dark sense of humor, if you don't like humor we won't vibe together, and if you can't make me laugh we will not be a good relationship match. I like to go to the bar and do karaoke, it's one thing I've learned I'mvery good at. It took me about 2 years, but I've since learned to be confident with my singing and now its one of my favorite things to do. I drink, obviously, gin and tonic is my favorite. I also smoke, I love my hookah, and I've had my medical card for about a year and it's done wonders for my insomnia and cramps. For about 2 years I've been getting severe cramps and stomach pains, and after 5 er trips in a month they didn't find anything, its still a mystery but at least the bud helps the pain. l'm very into the witchy aesthetic; my style is either very Stevie Nicks, pinup, or 2009 emo/scene depending on the day. I collect animal skulls and bone, taxidermy, crystals, and plants; I also practice the craft & love to make spell jars for people. I love tarot and really enjoy doing it. I live for Halloween & enjoy all things macabre! My favorite show is That 70's Show and if I could live in a replica of the Forman's house that would be my dream. I am also very sex positive and rather adventurous in bed. I'm a brat and a voyeur, I'll get down with just about anything. My love language is giving and receiving gifts. I put alot of thought into holidays like Christmas, I plan months in advance to make sure I get everyone the perfect gift; but I also will sometimes see something that just reminds me of someone and have to get it for them. That is all I can think of right now to add about myself. I'd love 4 and/or 10 for the prompt part. And again thank you for doing these, I'm such a ho for them, and again I'm sorry its long.

I match you with

Edgar!

Thank you so much for requesting 🥰🥰! I’m sorry this took so long, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it ❤️! I Hope you don’t mind the sprinkle of angst in the second ask.😅

I was thinking Ray at first, but I ended up going with Mr smooth, since Ray is too predictable after Nap.

Edgar is known among the red army officers as the person who will make you feel safe, especially during your first encounters with them, before you find out they’re all dorks.  What he doesn’t expect is how at home he feels when the two of you are together. He never feels like he’s being judged when he’s around you and he lets himself go, despite the indoctrination by Claudius that he should always keep people at a distance to avoid being viewed as weak.

Not long after the two of you met, he decides to take you out along with Kyle for a drink, to help you get more accustomed to Cradle and its people. When you realize how much Kyle loves to drink, you follow suite, the two of you very quickly getting tipsy. Edgar laughs at the two of you for a bit, happy to see a new side of you as you allow yourself to grow more comfortable with them. Eventually he leads the two of you outside of the pub and arranges for a carriage to take you all back to headquarters, trying his hardest to tame the both of you.

He absolutely loves it when you sing to him, especially after a particularly hard day of work. He relaxes at the sound of your voice, often drifting off. It touches him more than he would like to admit when he finds you’re still there when he wakes up.

You are a light in his life and he wants to give back in kind, often dedicating his days off entirely to you. He loves giving you gifts, or surprising you with a romantic dinner to show his appreciation to you, for being there and understanding him.

While he doesn’t have the creativity to participate in most of your hobbies, he loves to watch you do it. The amount of passion you show for your art, the way your eyes light up when you’re working, is a picture perfect moment that he could look at for hours.

Prompt 4: Meet cute:

You couldn’t stop fidgeting as you stood outside the Red Army Headquarters, waiting for Kyle to fetch someone to help you. After you told him about burglars breaking into your house he insisted he get one of the officers to help you, despite you doubts. It was hard not to worry as you considered the prospect of having to turn to Jonah for help, knowing how hard he could be to communicate with, capable officer or not.  

When Kyle finally emerged, it wasn’t Jonah walking next to him, but a man you didn’t recognize.  

“Sorry for the wait. He’s not easy to find.” The man stood a few heads higher than you but his softer features and aura helped to make him quite welcoming. You begun to relax at his presence, wondering if he was as smooth as he seemed.

“Edgar Bright, at your service.” He offered you a gloved hand, a soft smile playing on his lips. His grip was soft but secure. He was smooth.

“Kyle filled me on the details but I’ll need a statement from you as well.” You tensed up, the idea of an interrogation being especially daunting considering you didn’t know much more than they did.

“No need to worry, it’s simply protocol. You can trust we will find whoever did this without any turbulence.” There was something very reassuring about him. Something that makes you think everything will be all right.

“Thank you.”

 The two of you left Kyle behind, retreating to Edar’s room to discuss the details of the investigation. After he poured two cups of tea he took the seat opposite you, as if the two of you were about to chat about the weather.

“Could you give me the details of what happened? It would be very helpful to hear it straight from the source.” You took a sip before starting with your statement, hoping to calm your nerves.

“I don’t know much more than you do. I was out for work most of the day and when I came back the place was a mess and many valuables were missing.” he seemed to have switched to work mode, completely focused on you.

“What time did you leave for work that day? And when did you return” he scribbled down on a piece of paper, his hand practically moving on its own.

“I left around 8 and came back around 6, I think.” When he put the pen down his attitude returned to relaxed gentleman status.

“I will start with asking the people who might have been present at the scene. I’ll get back to you once I’ve made some progress.” The conversation was over but you found it hard to leave. It didn’t feel right letting one man do the investigation on his own, despite it being his job. It was your house that had been rambled after all.

“I want to help as well. I know my way around the area, I can get in touch with some people.” His eyes widened, seemingly taken aback for the first time that day. He quickly composed himself, smiling again. You noticed something different about it now. Something in his expression told you he was more interested than before.

“I wouldn’t say no to a lady.” You smiled for the first time after the incident.

“Let’s get going then.”

 Prompt 10: Admission Of Feelings.

You continued working on the investigation for the next few weeks, the two of you growing closer by the day.

“There don’t seem to be any witnesses, but it’s unlikely no one was present. The break in happened in the middle of the day.” He rested his head on his chin, not touching the parfait sitting in front of him.

“Maybe they were there but didn’t notice anything. It’s not hard for a professional to pick a lock discreetly.” They two of you sat in silence for some time, both lost in your own theories of what happened that day.

He must have realized your worries, turning on his comfort face.

“We’ll find them. Don’t worry.” Usually you found his words comforting, but you couldn’t keep the frustration from your voice when you looked up at him.

“Realistically speaking, it’s probably not going to happen. They made a clean escape and left nothing behind. You don’t need to baby me, I can put two and two together.” Despite the harshness of your tone, you found him smiling, after the initial surprise wore off.

“You never cease to amaze me.” He opened his mouth to say something, but the words never left him, his eyes turning to the window. He was up and out of the café before you could ask what he had seen.

“What the-“when you looked in the direction of the culprit, you shot up, following after him.  

A man stood outside your door, seemingly fighting with the door. When he noticed the two of you approaching him, he dropped his bags, taking off before you could reach him.

“Stop!” Edgar run after him, his speed taking you by surprise, making it hard to catch up.

The man took a sudden turn, heading towards the narrow alleys of Central Quarter, giving you an important disadvantage in the chase.

Your legs ached and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. When you thought you couldn’t keep going, you rounded a corner to find Edgar, sitting on top of the man, pinning him in place. If he was tired from the chase, it didn’t show.

“I suppose I don’t need to ask if it was you who broke in a few weeks ago?” his gaze was cold and his grip was tight on the man’s shoulders.

“I- I just- I-it wasn’t me!” Edgar ignored him, turning towards you. Something flickered in his eyes, but loud footsteps coming your way didn’t let him act on whatever it was.

“The Jack? Sir, what happened? We heard the commotion and came to investigate.” A handful of Red Army soldiers stood in front of you, their eyes switching between Edgar and the man under him.  

“Take this man back to headquarters. I will interrogate him later.” Edgar pulled the man up, pinning his hands behind his back.

“Yes sir!” when the men led the thief away there was silence. Edgar’ kept his head low, not looking you in the eye as he tried to calm his breathing, the adrenaline of the chase slowly fading away. You knew you should be happy the man had been caught, but something was wrong in the atmosphere. You weren’t sure if you should speak up, or let him ride whatever it was out. He didn’t give you time to think on it, finally walking toward you. His hands were shaking when he reached out to touch your shoulders, a mixture of frustration and worry in his eyes.

“You…. Why…” you weren’t sure what to say, so you put your arms around him instead, hoping it would offer him some comfort. You stayed like that for some time, until his hands stopped shaking.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” His words were muffled by the fabric of your shirt. When he lifted his head again, something inside him seemed to snap.

“You shouldn’t have followed me. What if something happened? You could have gotten hurt.” He looked away, his eyes shut tight. You wondered what image was going through his head to cause him so much pain. You cupped his face, forcing him to face you.

“Edgar, look at me.” And he did. The sight of you seemed to calm him down.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m right here.” It took some time for the words to register, but when they did his face moved closer to you. You encouraged him, pulling him closer, your lips connected in a brief kiss. When he pulled away he took a step back, as if scared he had hurt you.

“I-I’m sorry.” You moved closer, smiling up at him.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Except maybe pulling away.” You laughed. When he realized you might feel the same way he took your hands in his.

“You’re an amazing woman.” He paused to gather his breath before meeting your gaze again.

“If the thought wouldn’t be appalling, could I see more of you, outside of work?” you couldn’t keep the laughter inside.

“Appalling? Edgar, do you think I would kiss someone I find appalling?” you pulled him back in, hoping to get your point across.

“I’ll never get enough of this.” His smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it.

“I’ll hold you to that. Because we’re just getting started.” The moon was bright above you as you laughed, your happiness overflowing.

[possiamo-andare]

Dahlia: Pope Heyward

Pope x Original Character

MASTERLIST

word count: 3.6k

summary: Dahlia is the daughter of OBX’s most respected florist so when Pope takes an interest in this timid, but beautiful, girl it seems like a match made in heaven.

a/n: not edited yet but love the concept of a soft girl and Pope. also, although this is an original character, I did want to leave some space for you to imagine to girl's race, ethnic origin, etc. so i only described her as having brown hair and eyes! hope that is ok! enjoy!!

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He made it his mission to pass the shop everyday in hopes to see her. Every time he went, he did. She stood sometimes behind the register or in the front, rearranging different arrays of flowers, but something that never changed was her smile. She seemed to really enjoy what she did and Pope respected her for that. It was hard for him to find something he enjoyed doing all the time. For him, it had been reading and it was interesting to see a girl who didn’t like surfing like everyone else. She was also beautiful beyond belief. She had a singular streak of purple hair clashing with her brown hair. She had the eyes to match. Her eyes twinkled as the sun reflected off the hazel orbs. Her face was a circle, her chubby cheeks adding to how adorable she was. She didn’t dress like most girls in OBX either. She wore ripped jeans and cardigans, or summer dresses. She seemed to be an entire different aesthetic than anyone he had ever met. He was so intrigued by this girl he had never met.

The first time Pope had ever seen her was through the window of a shop. He had been with JJ, walking down some street near Figure 8 when his eyes met hers. Pope figured she was about the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, watching as his heart sped up. She was inside a store, rearranging a display of flowers and unlike Pope, she quickly looked away. She was a timid girl and instantly dismissed their gaze as a coincidence. Although she looked away, Pope couldn’t. He was drawn to her and if it wasn’t for John B’s nagging about how late they were going to be, Pope would’ve found the courage to enter the shop and speak to her.

He figured out her name a week after he first saw her. He didn’t want anyone to know about his crush and he figured JJ was the best person to ask since JJ knew much more than he did about women. Unfortunately, Pope had doubted JJ’s ability to be oblivious because the second Pope asked if the town’s florist had a daughter, JJ was asking him a million nosy questions. Soon, Pope had to answer them all if he wanted JJ to keep a secret. By the end, JJ was the first one to know Pope had a crush on the florist’s daughter, Dahlia. After JJ’s initial teasing, Pope had pleaded with him to say next to nothing about his newfound feelings. The last thing Pope wanted was anyone finding out he had a weak spot and, not to mention, he knew the teasing from his other friends would be significant. JJ promised and Pope thought that would be the end of it. He was wrong.

Two weeks later, Kiara had proposed an idea for her friends to pass time. They had been sitting around all day and were constantly bugging her about how bored they were so she decided to put them to some use. Her mother’s birthday was tomorrow and she thought a bouquet of flowers would be a perfect gift. She enlisted her friends' help to go down to Figure 8’s florist shop. Everyone but Pope liked the idea.

“I can’t,” Pope stumbled to his feet, thinking of an excuse. “I have something to do.” The last thing Pope wanted was to enter the florist shop and watch as his friends teased him.

Kiara watched her friend nervously move to the other side of the room. He only moved away from them when he was hiding something. Pope had been on edge or daydreaming for a couple of weeks now but Kiara had never been too concerned until now. “Pope? Is something wrong?”

John B looked to his friend now, growing a little worried as well. “Dude, what’s up?”

Pope shook his head, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably. His friends could see right through this facade and he knew it. “Nothing, I just don’t wanna go to some dumb flower shop.”

Kiara wasn’t buying it and, in an effort to get the truth, she looked to her friend JJ who had yet to say anything. “JJ, do you know why he’s acting like this?”

Pope’s eyes widened, watching as his friend who he knew was terrible at keeping secrets continued to say nothing. “JJ, don’t.”

Pope knew JJ better than he knew himself. One of the things he knew was that JJ couldn’t lie to his friends. Ever. Not even white lies. He cared too much about honesty and although Pope was worried he would blab to Kiara and John B, Pope never thought they would actually ask. Now that Kiara had, Pope knew JJ would not be able to handle one secret. Yes, JJ was a wild teen who constantly broke the law but he would never betray his friends' trust.

JJ finally shook his head, his eyes on Pope. He almost felt relieved. For a moment, he actually believed his friend might keep one secret. Unfortunately, only seconds later, when Kiara spoke, JJ caved.

John B stood up from his seat now, more interested than before. “Don’t what?”

Kiara sat beside JJ, placing a hand on his shoulder. “JJ, you can tell me.”

Kiara nodded, placing a hand on his cheek and forcing him to look at her. “Tell me.”

Pope knew that he was done for. This secret JJ had was eating away at him and Pope knew it would only be a matter of time before he broke. Watching JJ, Pope knew he would break soon and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Pope likes the florist’s daughter!” JJ finally screamed out, earning a groan from Pope’s lips.

All eyes are on Pope now and he knows it. He doesn’t even have to look at his friends to know that their mouths are hung open and their eyes are wide. When he finally gets enough courage to look at them, he isn’t surprised to see that he’s right. The only thing he is surprised at is that none of his friends have started making fun of him yet. He had suspected almost immediately that the teasing would ensue but no one had made any joke at his expense. When a lot of time passes with no one speaking, Pope finally does.

“JJ’s right.” He knows he can’t deny something so obvious.

Kiara nods, meeting Pope’s stare. “I think I knew.”

Pope is caught off guard by what Kiara said. “What? How?”

John B stands beside Pope and pats him on the back. “Whenever we’d pass her shop, you’d watch her like a maniac.”

JJ finally smiles, a weight being lifted from his chest now that he’s not keeping any secrets. “Wow. I guess you’re not as sneaky as you thought, Pope.”

Kiara laughs. “Ha! I saw that too I kinda figured you had something for that girl.”

Pope frowns, a little upset his friends were not a little more surprised. “You gotta be kidding me?”

Pope frowns at JJ, his disappointment evident. “I am. Not my fault you guys were smarter than I thought.”

Kiara scoffed, getting up from her seat beside JJ and making her way over to Pope. When she is close enough, she lightly punches Pope on the shoulder. “For that comment, I’m gonna make you order the flowers for me.”

Pope shook his head, indignant. “No way.” He’s rubbing his shoulder from Kiara’s punch, surprised she was so strong. Pope gets to his feet and follows Kiara, who is making her way to the door.

Kiara giggled, nodding her head. “Yes you are. Or do you want to tell my mom herself that you didn’t want to buy her a birthday gift?”

Pope frowned, his heart beating faster than usual. “I’m not going to be guilted into talking to her.”

Kiara’s hand is on the door knob before she speaks. “I’m not guilting you. I’m forcing you.” There’s a sly smirk plastered on her lips and Pope knows she is serious. 

His shoulders slump in defeat. He knows there is no way he is getting out of this. “Fine. But you’re doing all the talking.”

It’s completely obvious that Pope has no idea what he has agreed to. In some ways, disappointing Kiara's mother would have been easier. Pope is not exactly sure what to expect. Kiara has made it Almost an hour without making fun of him once about his crush. He has a small inclination that maybe she will be embarrassing him in front of Dahlia but he knows she is not that cruel. Kiara decides to drive instead of walking. Pope is the better driver but she knows how stressed out he is and decides against asking him. As they slowly make their way to the florist shop,  Kiara can tell Pope is on edge the entire drive. She almost wants to feel bad for him since she was the one that made him tag along in the beginning, but she also knows he has to face his fears. He can't go around being scared of every girl he has a crush on because then he will never have a girlfriend. Kiara tries to rationalize her decision by saying she is doing Pope a favour. 

Pope on the other hand, feels the exact opposite. If Kiara had told him how she was feeling, he could probably understand her logic and where she is coming from. At the same time, she underestimates Pope’s abilities. Pope is not always as confident as he looks and talking to a girl he's had a crush on for a while now, is not exactly a confidence booster. Although he tries to appreciate the lesson Kiara is trying to teach him, he rather not learn it at all. 

When they finally reach the florist shop, Pope can feel his legs go numb. Kiara is already out of the car by the time he unbuckles his seatbelt. She realizes this almost immediately and, with a sigh, she opens his door. Pope is clasping onto his buckle and is trying to take in deep breaths to steady his heartbeat. Granted, he has never felt confident talking to girls but he doesn't understand why he is so nervous. Kiara feels the same as she watches her best friend have a panic attack in the passenger side of her car.

Kiara shrugs. Moving out of the way so her friend can fully exit the car. They say nothing to each other as they approach the shop, both too concerned to speak. Kiara is concerned for her friend’s health, thinking Pope might faint on the spot, while Pope is too concerned with evening out his breath.

“Pope…” Kiara sighs, placing a hand on his shoulder. She is now more worried about him than she initially was. “You don’t have to go in. You can just wait outside.” She genuinely feels bad for putting her friend through so much stress.

Pope nods, swallowing harshly before speaking. “I think that’s for the best.” 

Once they arrive in front of the shop, Kiara stops and turns to Pope. “I’ll just pick out an arrangement and then come back.” She only continues speaking once Pope acknowledges her. “Listen, Pope, I’m sorry. I didn’t know -”

“It’s fine.” Pope cuts Kiara off, forcing a smile to show his friend that he’s okay. 

Although not entirely convinced, Kiara nods and turns abruptly on her heels and enters the shop without a word. She makes a dash to the register where the owner is. She isn’t exactly sure what bouquet to get but she trusts the owners taste and will buy anything he recommends. She also acts as if she’s in a rush because she doesn’t want to leave Pope outside for too long without supervision. Funny enough it’s usually the other way around.

Pope’s only been alone for two minutes when he finally feels his breath finally start to even out. He focuses on the arrangements on display outside and it calms him. The flowers are all so beautifully made and he instantly forgets why he was so anxious before. Pope pays close attention to one bouquet and, upon further inspection, realizes it’s an arrangement of Dahlia’s. It’s a colourful arrangement, each flower a different height to add depth, and Pope can tell whoever designed this has an artistic eye. His heart beat instantly slows and he smiles to himself for the first time all day. Of course, it doesn’t take a genius to guess who he is talking about and, within seconds, Pope has gone from anxious to relaxed. As he imagines what her cheek feels against his hand, he is obviously distracted. With his guard down, observing the Dahlia’s, someone approaches him without him realizing it.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?”

Pope instantly jumps, spinning around to see who has spoken. He knows it’s not Kiara. This voice is a little more quiet and soft, rather than Kiara’s confident voice.When Pope turns around, he is sure he will faint. In front of him, stands the girl he was scared to run into. Dahlia. 

“U-um…” Pope stutters, taking a step away from the beautiful girl.

She’s absolutely radiant today and Pope is embarrassed because he hasn’t showered in two days. She is wearing a white tennis skirt that stops at her mid-thigh and a pink tank top that is tucked into the skirt. She is wearing flip flops, which tells Pope she doesn’t actually play tennis like he initially thought. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and Pope notices that she is wearing cute watermelon earrings. He wants to reach out and touch her earrings but he refrains from doing so, knowing it will creep her out.

When Pope doesn’t answer right away, he notices her begin to get uneasy and she fills the silence by speaking again. “Are you looking for an arrangement for someone?”

Pope shakes his head, not being able to speak. Her voice is so pretty. Although soft, it is also filled with the type of concern Pope knows to be genuine. Everything about her is genuine and Pope can’t help but fall even harder. He starts to see her concern when he doesn’t speak again and to save himself from embarrassment, he clears his throat and tries to speak as normally as possible.

“I-I’m Pope.” He says, stuttering for a moment before clearly saying his name. Sometimes when he mumbles people hear the name Hope instead of Pope and he would be so embarrassed if she misheard him now.

Dahlia’s smile widens and her shoulders shake a little. Pope can tell she is trying to hold in a giggle. Although he knows this, he is not hurt. He can tell she is not laughing at him, but at something he said.

“I know. I go to your school. We have algebra together.” Her smile softens again and this time Pope smiles.

Pope nods, completely forgetting they shared a class last year. “Ah, yes.” His hands are shaking so badly he has to clasp them together so she doesn’t notice. “Ms. Terry, right?”

Dahlia nods, glancing past him to look at the flowers before looking back at him. “So, are you getting a gift for someone?”

Pope turns her head for a moment to glance at the bouquet on display that he was previously looking at. He looks back to Dahlia and shakes his head. “I’m not but my friend Kiara is. For her mom’s birthday.”

Dahlia nods, listening with genuine interest at what Pope had to say. “That’s so sweet.” She had always found him incredibly cute but, being shy, never had the guts to talk to him. Today, when she saw him looking at the bouquet outside, something came over her and she approached him without thinking twice. 

Thankfully, she didn’t regret it. “You know, I can give you a free flower.”

Pope’s eyes widened and he looked away from Dahlia for a moment. He watched as Kiara paid for her bouquet at the register. He knew she would be outside any moment and Pope had only so many seconds before he had to leave. Finally, he looked back to Dahlia. “What would I do with it?”

Dahlia shrugged, walking past Pope and picking one of the dahlias from the bouquet. She turned back around to Pope before answering. “Kinda like a trial run. Give it to someone you like and if they like it, then you can bring them a bouquet full of them.”

Pope’s hands stopped shaking for a moment, a small smile etched on his lips. “That sounds like a great idea.”

Dahlia nodded, reaching her hand out with the flower and giving it to Pope. “They’re my favourite.”

Pope gladly takes the flower and for a moment, just holds it in his hands. He has an idea but at first he’s too embarrassed to go through with it. He glances down at the flower in his hands, noticing the vibrant colours, before looking back at Dahlia. She’s smiling sweetly at him and suddenly he has a surge of confidence. She is the sweetest person he has ever met and he truly believes she would never hurt him. Without overthinking it, he extends his hand out again and tries to give the flower back to Dahlia.

At first she is confused and Pope’s heart drops when he sees her brows knit together in confusion. “You don’t want it?”

Pope’s eyes widen at her words and he instantly shakes his head. “I want to give it to you.”

Dahlia feels her face heat up. Her lips form a huge grin and her heart skips a beat. She knows for sure now that Pope is the sweetest boy she has ever met. Grateful, she takes the flower back and nervously fidgets with the stem, unsure of what to say. Someone has just been so genuinely kind to her, she can’t believe it herself.

When Dahlia can’t speak, Pope does instead. “I hope you don’t feel uncomfortable.”

Dahlia shakes her head quickly, a smile still on her lips. “No, of course not. Thank you.” Pope nods to her but remains silent. For a second, they’re just smiling at eachother, both of their heart rates matching speeds. Finally, Dahlia decides to speak. “Would you like to go out some time?”

Pope’s mouth goes dry and he tries to control himself from nodding too quickly.”S-sure.”

Dahlia nods back at him, her hands shaking slightly. She is so nervous, considering she hasn’t asked out many boys. Especially boys as sweet as Pope. “Cool. Well,” she starts, pulling her phone out of the pocket on her skirt and handing it to Pope. “Just put your number in my phone and I’ll text you.”

Pope takes the phone eagerly and quickly types in his number before handing it back to Dahlia. He’s so nervous about this entire conversation but he’s also so happy. He’s liked this girl since what feels like the beginning of time and finally she seems to like him back.

“Thanks.” Dahlia says, placing the phone back in her pocket. She shifts her weight between both of her feet before finally speaking again. “Well, my dad is gonna complain if he sees me not working so I’ll see you later.”

Pope nods eagerly, not being able to hide his happiness anymore. “Sure, see you later.”

“Pope, you okay?”

Dahlia giggles at his eagerness and waves goodbye before turning away from Pope and entering the store. When she is finally gone for sure, Pope lets out a sigh. He hasn’t realized he was holding his breath but now that he has, he finally allows himself to breathe. He truly can’t believe that happened. Of course, he didn’t act as nonchalant as he would’ve liked but she asked him out. She wants to see him again and that was better than before where they rarely spoke.

Pope is in such a daze that when Kiara exits, completely unaware of what just happened, she grows concerned. Pope has a ridiculous smile on his face and he seems to be breathing heavily. She approaches him slowly, trying not to scare him, and when he doesn’t even acknowledge that she is beside him, she speaks.

Pope instantly snaps out of his daydream, looking at Kiara. The same smile is still on his face but his breathing is not as laboured. Slowly, he nods. “Fine. I’m fine.”

Although Kiara is not completely convinced, she doesn’t let herself question him any further. Once they get back to John B’s place, she’ll dive further into Pope’s mind. For now, she tells him to get back in the car because she got the flowers she was looking for.

As Kiara drives, Pope is silent the entire time. This time, his silence is not one because he is anxious but because he is beyond happy. Kiara seems to notice the difference because she stops asking if he is okay and instead turns the volume on the radio up. As Pope and Kiara listen to the music, Pope feels a buzz on his pocket and his heart skips a beat. He puts his hand in his pocket and fishes for his phone for a few seconds before pulling it out. There’s a text for him from an unknown number. When he reads the message, he instantly knows who it is and the smile on his face widens.

dahlia’s are my favourite so thank you <3

Pope wonders what he should text back and for a few moments he types nothing. Then, he thinks of the perfect response.

they’re mine too

Pope knows that she can tell he is not talking about the flower but they don’t acknowledge it. Pope is finding out that although he loves the flower dahlia, he likes the girl with the same name more.

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benders from atla in real life

So you watched atla and Korra and now you’re obsessed. Like really obsessed. You’ve tried bending the elements in real life but to no avail, and you’d still like to figure out what kind of bender you are. Below, I’ve listed a guide as to what I’ve determined are characteristics and mannerisms of all the bending types based on characters from the show and also real people I’ve met that share the characteristics of benders. (PSA: This is just for fun! pls don’t take any of this too seriously, bc it’s mostly just my thinking.)

Waterbenders: Waterbenders are smart, creative, and practical. They’re extremely organized and efficient and are so versatile, mainly because they’re often prepared for all outcomes. They are efficient and good at planning. 

personality: most water benders can be laid back and serene, but at the same time can be as raging and strong as a storm as shown by Katara. They’re very driven, and rarely change their course, being suprisingly determined and stubborn to reach their goals. They’re also very warm and friendly towards those they love and care about, and often are a good shoulder to cry on. They tend to excel in fields working with their hands as well as medical and healing professions. Their creativity and ability to understand people also make them great teachers. They’re also very family and goal oriented and strive to find a proper balance between both. They are often ambiverted, and like to spend time with people, but also need time alone to recharge. Water zodiac signs tend to be water benders as well as those who identify as Ravenclaws. 

Mannerisms: 

moving in a graceful and almost water like fashion

their presence and posture is softened but firm

definitely coffee people, but prefer it iced no matter the season and with lots of cream

love the snow in winter and the beach in summer. (obviously feel very drawn to bodies of water)

don’t mind and actually enjoy boat rides/don’t get seasick

usually lean but not too thin. appear toned and exercise well

soft skin that’s always moisturized

aren’t picky eaters and can pretty much eat whatever

are voracious readers

exceptionally good kissers 

core aesthetics:

beach core (obviously)

minimalism

light and dark academia (sometimes. it depends on the person)

Earthbenders: Earthbenders are stubborn, driven, and cunning, although earth benders can span a large variety of people. 

Personality: Earthbenders are unique in that they usually don’t have a few set personalities that they identify with, however most of them share a lot of the same traits. They’re often realists, and see situations for what they are. They’re extremely tactical, and have firm, set ways of doing things. They like routine, and like water benders, always have a plan. They’re even more driven though, and often push themselves and others to succeed and fulfill their plans. They’re precise and intentional, and often don’t do things just for the sake of doing/trying them. They prefer to stick to what they know works best. They can be introverted, extroverted, or ambiverted, (like I said, a very diverse group of people). Although they are very grounded and emotionally stable people, this makes them reliable and a good confidant. They’re decisive and strong in their beliefs. They tend to excel in craft work that’s repetitive, like ceramics, fiber arts, and sculpture, self made business, and analytical fields that involve planning and linear progression of hierarchy. Law is also a common career path seeing as they have a tendency to be unbiased and able to make decisions. They are most common amongst earth zodiac signs and Slytherins are the most common, although some may feel they identify more with one of the other houses since earth benders in an of themselves are a diverse group of individuals

mannerisms/characteristics:

surefooted and agile. rarely trip or stumble

enjoy workouts with weights/lifting

strong/stocky build. muscular

don’t like tall buildings, airplanes, or heights in general

large appetite. Like, they eat a lot

like going barefoot (@ toph)

late nights up studying

don’t willingly accept help a lot

strong arms and hugs/cuddles

square hands with short fingers

actually keeping a planner

loving spring and summer

love wearing all sorts of rings and bracelets

core aesthetics:

forrest core (think northwest of the us and dense forested regions)

sage green (that’s literally it)

punk/hard rock

organized clutter core (having things be cluttered, but knowing exactly where everything is)

Firebenders: Firebenders are natural born leaders. They’re always leading, and are excellent at commanding as well as instructing. 

Personality: These individuals unlike earth benders, are fueled by their emotions and passion. They’re also quite driven, but instead of being driven by logic, they’re often driven to do things based on their emotions. This can be a weakness, but it also makes them stronger. Once fire bending is mastered the correct way, fire benders are often very skilled at channeling and controlling these emotions. They are also brave and courageous and have a strong heart. They in the end always strive to do best and once their moral compass is pointed in a certain direction, they’ll follow it to the ends of the earth. They’re also extremely loyal, making them wonderful friends and confidants. Most of the people in this group tend to associate with fire zodiac signs, and the Gryffindor house although there’s also a large group that tends to identify as Slytherins as well. They excel obviously in leadership positions, but also specifically in law and criminal justice as their strong sense of right and wrong leads them to make the right decision most of the time. Like their opposite element benders, they share a distinct ability to teach just like water benders. They're often introverted and need time to recharge their social battery. 

mannerisms/characteristics:

hating getting wet

always warm

love cardio and workouts that make you sweat a lot

strong looking (honestly most fire benders seem to have an ideal body type) 

drink their coffee black un ironically without trying to be unique

can’t keep a plant alive to save their life

love summer

need good lighting to survive

surprisingly decent at cooking

don’t often procrastinate

loves cinnamon in cookies and cayenne in savory dishes

can be susceptible to fits of emotions

good in bed. (in general ;)) 

have obscure interests and hobbies (tea making, calligraphy, candle making, the list goes on)

Core aesthetics: 

DARK ACADEMIA QUEENS/KINGS

city core

royalty core

Airbenders: Airbenders are warm, compassionate and loving. Their strong sense of detachment from life on earth make these people very different, but interesting to be around. 

Personality: Airbenders come from the versatile element of air making them very versatile people themselves. They’re adaptable to change like water benders, but often these changes rely solely on creativity and not planning. Their commitment to live free of earthly detachment also makes these people very religious and spiritual people. Unlike earth benders, this detachment can often lead to indecisiveness and unsureness. Airbenders can often see pros and cons to both sides of a debate and it can be hard for them to make concrete decisions. Airbenders also don’t like confrontation or commitment, and will often choose to evade threats and sometimes even responsibility unless it’s absolutely necessary that it be dealt with. Nevertheless, this isn't necessarily a bad thing, and often times, air benders are able to deal with things in a non violent and peaceful way. They often are in a daydream, and most have big, bright ideas solely based on how much these people think. They often are kind towards everyone, and will make a point to be respectful, especially to nature and animals. They have a strong sense of who they are, and are often intuitive. They’re unique ability to create makes them gifted artists and performers, as well as spiritual and religious leaders. They can also be gifted writers and mentors to young children and students. Most are introverted, and prefer to spend time with themselves, as often times it’s the most rewarding. Most people in this category find themselves under air zodiac signs, (especially Libras) as well as the Hufflepuff house. (Although some may identify more with Ravenclaw, like Yangchen) 

Mannerisms/Characteristics:

you’d expect them to be graceful, but these people are clumsy as fuck. all. the. time.

despite being clumsy, they are great dancers, and often enjoy forms of dance as exercise as well as yoga

meditate/pray a lot

certified day dreamers

immerse themselves in fantasy worlds and fandoms in general

love sweets (especially any type of sweet filling in a pie crust)

use a lot of blankets

talk really fast when excited 

good with animals

love a good scented candle/incense

tea all the way

could spend HOURS cooped up in their room doing absolutely nothing

feel best during the fall season

could pack everything they need into a suitcase and leave within half an hour and not come back for months

cry at movies

will memorize and recite poetry because they want to

awkward but will honestly treat u right

good cuddlers

Core Aesthetics:

cottage core

art kid core

soft girl/boy

angel core 

[slaindivinity-blog]

TAG DUMP !!!

°☽  OOC.  ━━  lunafreya nox fleuret is a virgin who can’t drive !

°☽  SELF PROMO.  ━━  heart don’t fail me now ‚ courage don’t desert me.

°☽  PROMOS.  ━━  over the moon ‚ over the midnight moon.

°☽  VISAGE.  ━━  if the moon smiled ‚ she would resemble you.

°☽  MUSINGS.  ━━  what do you fear ‚ my lady ? ( a cage. ) 

°☽  ISMS.  ━━  to bleed out for twelve years and not even know it’s happening. to make a girl a dying thing.

°☽  MUSIC.  ━━  my cage has many rooms ‚ damask and dark. nothing there sings ‚ not even my lark.

°☽  AESTHETIC.  ━━   lady moon ‚ lady moon ‚ who are you loving ? ( all that love me )

°☽  NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM.  ━━  and i’m still bound to you.

°☽  NYX ULRIC.  ━━  you could save me even if i didn’t need saving.

°☽  HOUSE FLEURET.  ━━  your anger and my apology. your anger and the space that used to hold the shape of me.

°☽  RAVUS NOX FLEURET.  ━━  i won’t pretend i don’t remember how unusual we were. the little mystic and her handler. 

°☽  IGNIS SCIENTIA.  ━━  you are so brave and so quiet we forget that you are suffering.

°☽  GLADIOLUS AMICITIA.  ━━  having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage ‚ not weakness.

°☽  PROMPTO ARGENTUM.  ━━  tell me how it is ‚ being the sun. ( it hurts. it hurts. it hurts. )

°☽  LUNYX.  ━━  absolve me for all the ways that i loved him. full. wanting. endlessly brimming. ( i am not sorry. )

°☽  LUNOCT.  ━━  i wonder what will happen if you kiss me. they’ll be finding my ashes in strange places for days.

[gwenastor]

her full name is alaia kaplan, but she sometimes goes by n/a. caucasian cisgender female, twenty-seven years of age, with she / her pronouns. she was last seen working at the phoenix as a bartender and a soldier for valencia's street level sector. ( @redridgeimp​ )

❝ I AM FIRE. IF YOU WANT SOMETHING SWEET, WITH NO OPINION, I AM NOT THE WOMAN FOR YOU. I SPIT FLAMES, OFTEN. ❞

⇨  aesthetics ⍮ deft fingers stained with charcoal and oil paint, the melodic chime of piano keys, delicate digits adorned with moonstone gem rings, a coy smile spread across full crimson lips, long chestnut locks blowing in the cool breeze of a summer’s evening, battered books with dog-eared pages, the silvery glint of old scar tissue, ripped leather jackets and worn jeans, & blades concealed inside combat boots.

BONJOURNO. it me, chrissie, back at it again with a second muse. this gal right here is my fiery sassball alaia. she’s been thru some shit n has seen some shit so expect tons of sarcasm and attitude tbh, oop. once again, you know the drill, show this some luv n i’ll come pester you for plots : )

FUNDAMENTALS.

full name. alaia saphira kaplan.

current age. twenty-seven.

birthday. january twenty-seventh.

gender. cisgender female.

pronouns. she / her.

nationality. turkish.

religion. islam.

hometown. sivas, turkey.

past residence. manhattan, new york city, united states.

current residence. red ridge, nevada, united states.

sexual orientation. bisexual.

romantic orientation. demiromantic.

education. high school graduate.

occupation. soldier for valencia, & bartender at the phoenix.

CONNECTIONS.

birth mother. emel kaplan. †

birth father. kamâl kaplan. 

step-mother. cemile kaplan. 

full blood siblings. none.

step-siblings. none.

maternal grandmother. unknown.

maternal grandfather. unknown.

paternal grandmother. esrin kaplan. †

paternal grandfather. omer kaplan. †

maternal aunts. unknown.

maternal uncles. unknown.

paternal aunts. bahar kaplan.

paternal uncles. none.

PROFICIENCIES.

spoken languages. english, & turkish.

negative traits. capricious, ornery, brusque, reckless, & deceptive.

positive traits. ardent, resilient, independent, determined, & courageous.

strengths. etiquette, bold, rational, practical, original, perceptive, direct, & sociable.

weaknesses. dramatic, impulsive, quick-tempered, insensitive, impatient, risk-prone, unstructured, misses the bigger picture, & defiant.

skills. skilled with blades and various knives, hand-to-hand combat, perception, persuasiveness, good judgment, & able to use initiative.

talents. piano, retaining information, memory recall, knife throwing, & quick thinking.

APPEARANCE.

eye colour. light brown with amber flecks.

hair colour. natural, chestnut brown.

height. five feet, eight inches.

weight. 52 kg.

build. she is considered tall for a female and is of slender stature with mild curves.

dress size. uk size eight / us size four.

shoe size. uk size five and a half / us size six.

scars. a long, silvery one running along half her spine.

tattoos. none.

piercings. one on each earlobe.

prominent feature. wide, dark eyes.

MISCELLANEOUS.

zodiac. aquarius.

element. air.

house. ravenclaw.

myers briggs type. estp-t.

alignment. chaotic good.

enneagram. type seven.

temperament. sanguine.

intelligence type. interpersonal.

character label. the orphic.

past mental disorders. depression.

current mental disorders. depressive episodes.

addictions. cocaine.

vices. lust, wrath, & pride.

virtues. temperance, diligence, & patience.

allergies. peanuts.

diet. vegan.

accent. mostly turkish with a slight american twang.

dominant hand. right.

blood type. b negative.

felonies. none.

vehicle. bottle green 2015 volkswagen beetle.

BACKGROUND.

trigger warnings. implied child abuse, implied child neglect, implied alcoholism, implied violence, a brief mention of adultery, a mention of verbal abuse, mention of death, implied depression, & a brief mention of drugs.

[ tw ; implied child abuse, & neglect. ] Born into a world of devastation and loss, Alaia Kaplan's arrival into this universe was far from being a tranquil one. Instead of the welcoming arms and loving smile of her mother, the first sight the innocent girl witnessed was the weeping of her father. It wasn’t long until his tears eventually turned into angry fists and hatred shining in dark eyes. This was the only form of her father that Alaia knew, the only element of him that she could recall. From the instant she was old enough to figure it out, she knew that her father despised her. She knew that he blamed her for the death of his wife. Regardless of her upbringing, Alaia had remained optimistic and bright; both incredibly intelligent and adept. She was able to captivate others with both her appearance and her capabilities. Those in her company hung off her every word, often discovering themselves enthralled by a charming and sincere young girl. Regardless of her father's secured position within their community, she never looked for more than his approval and his affection. Though neither she ever received.

[ tw ; mentions of alcoholism, infidelity / adultery, & verbal abuse. ] Within the span of ten years, Alaia's father had found himself in the clutches of a bitter yet wealthy woman of upper-class. Soon, this woman became Alaia's stepmother and things only plunged further south afterwards. The woman drank copious amounts of liquor, ran around behind her husbands back, verbally abused Alaia and the list went on. She managed to manipulate her husband, able to further demolish any semblance of a relationship Alaia shared with her distant father. During this time, and within the blink of an eye, the girl turned hostile and indifferent. It was as if she had transformed into a polar opposite version of what she’d always been; metamorphosing into an alternate version of her former self. Once an upbeat and positive child, she became cold, less vibrant; void of both emotion and interest. She picked fights with her stepmother for the sheer kick she got out of it, rebelled against her father and found her once soft heart hardening as a result of years of enduring torment at the hands of her legal guardians.

[ tw ; mention of death, & implied depression. ] It wasn't long until Alaia was shipped off to live with her grandmother and aunt in the Turkish countryside. At first, it had taken the girl quite a while to adjust, to slowly convert into a portion of the person she was as a child. Alaia's adolescent years were a stark contrast to her life with her father. She was respected, admired and genuinely loved. Throughout the duration of her time there, Alaia was homeschooled, taught how to play various instruments, and how to speak multiple languages. She attended ballet lessons, joined art classes, held a strong passion for Literature. However, as all good things do, they come to an end. In Alaia's case, those few blissful years reached a rather abrupt cessation, taking a drastic plummet into darkness. She was eighteen when her grandmother passed away. As a result, Alaia lost control of herself and of her path in life. She spent weeks alone and aimless, wavering on her tracks. It wasn't until she and her aunt moved to New York City that Alaia's life began to turn around one more.

Back home, her aunt had been involved in the diamond industry, ensuring the quality and legitimacy of each rock she was handed. She'd allowed Alaia to shadow her, to study her methodology, and to assist under her direction. It was through this outlet that Alaia grasped the concept of gemology. Of how to examine precious stones and how to value them accordingly. It was a field that the brunette became extremely interested in and equally as intrigued by. Ultimately, in the end, the girl opted to pursue a temporary career in the jewellery business. It was during this period that a then twenty-one-year-old Alaia was approached by a member of a wealthy family, the type of wealth one gained by drug smuggling. She was offered the position of a quality assurance technician in their jewellery company. Little did she know, this meeting wasn't by sheer chance. It transpired that her aunt had connections with the syndicate, having brought her niece to the States to enlist her. It was due to this that the syndicate reached out, only too eager to hire Alaia as they had previously hired her aunt many years before.

[ tw ; mention of drugs. ] In the beginning, Alaia's role within the business was as innocent as she'd expected. She'd spend hours in the back, analysing gems and printing her signature on certificates. Obeying by every rule, following each order and never once questioning her superiors. After months upon months of this process, Alaia soon found herself roped into the world of drug dealing. Of smuggling little white pouches through emerald deliveries only to pass these packages through the appropriate channels. It was through this that she crossed paths with a client who, after many weeks, kindly invited her along to spectate an underground fight that he'd placed a hefty wager on. Immediately Alaia bought into the atmosphere of the arena, of the adrenaline pumping through her veins at the sheer vision of it all. It wasn't long until she wondered how exhilarated she could feel if she was the one in the ring, throwing the punches and sidestepping the blows. It was this passing thought that brought the girl back continually, placing bets and soaking in the ambience of it all. It was no surprise that she wound up deeply engrossed it becoming a part of it all. Thus, she trained as hard as she could, fought as hard as she could, made her mark upon the underground world and gained the respect of opponents and spectators alike.

Fast forward a few years and through her aptitude for fighting and her ability to outwit her opponents, Alaia found herself promoted to a regular within the club. For many months she continued to work at the jeweller's while regularly engaging in underground fights, maintaining a semblance on both worlds without permitting them to collide or spill over into her personal life. Finally, having grown tired and with a lust for change, she bid her time until the empire granted her release. Though she was no fool, packing up her belongings and venturing to finally set roots in Red Ridge. Naturally, she found herself drawn to Rogue’s Club where due to her strength, commitment and determination, a member of Valencia approached her. After some time, Alaia found herself promoted to a soldier. The promotion made sense and once it was offered, the girl seized the opportunity with both hands. All her life she had been determined and destined for greatness, even despite the cruelty of her childhood home. Nowadays, although Alaia continues to partake in arena matches every once in a while, her main priority is her duties as a soldier. Admittedly, it had taken Alaia a decent amount of months to adapt to the city of Red Ridge upon her arrival but eventually, she became well acquainted with her environment; never once wishing to go back to where she came from.

Throughout her twenty-seven years of life so far, Alaia has built herself back up time and time again. With every punch swung her way, physically and metaphorically, she has risen to her feet each time. For as clever as she is, she is just as resilient and stubborn. The need to prove people wrong is almost overwhelming but never to her detriment. While she continues to bear the emotional scars of her past, Alaia refuses to write herself off. She allows herself to admire people, history, art, music but she never grows comfortable enough that she is prepared to show even the people closest to her, her innermost, truest self. As a result of her upbringing, fragments of Alaia are broken beyond repair, lost to the depths of her mind yet deep down inside, the faintest sliver of that optimistic little girl remains. Was this the life she had envisioned for herself when she was a child with big dreams and wide eyes? Not exactly. But was it better than any alternative where she hadn't escaped the clutches of her horrid family? Without a shadow of a doubt. Where she is now is precisely where Alaia wants to be and perhaps this is the exact path she needs to take in order to fully emerge from the ashes of her haunting past.

WANTED PLOTS.

give me all of the connections from friends, frenemies, enemies, hookups, exes, rivals and everything else in between. added bonus if there’s angst or drama. if you have anything in mind feel free to throw it at me, i’m open to the majority of things and have zero triggers so come at me bro !! below you can find some connections i’d love for my lil ball of anger :

you’re a ghost from my past, haunting me. i think it would be very interesting to see alaia come face to face with someone who knew her before her arrival in red ridge. it would be even more interesting if this somebody knows her previous affiliation as a drug smuggler. maybe this person decides to blackmail alaia? or maybe they just want to know why she did what she did? maybe they are an ex-lover? either way, it would be exciting to see that kind of connection play out.

guardian by proxy. given her rebel nature and sarcastic outbursts, i feel that this chaotic girl needs some kind of parental figure in her life. lord knows, she needs one as she’s never had one. perhaps there is one particular person who knows her better than the rest? someone who knows her on a personal level and feels protective over her? maybe this person secretly checks up on alaia and keeps an eye on her from afar. really, this connection has endless possibilities but i feel that alaia having someone in her life that wholeheartedly has her back would help tame her wild side a little.

i don’t trust many but i do trust you. although alaia doesn’t make friends as easily as she did before, there would be one person in her life that she would deem worthy enough to confide in. this would be somebody that she could actually stand to be around and not under any false pretences either. it would have to be somebody that she knows she can trust 100% so for that reason, i would say they would have to be valencia affiliated. either way, i can see this person being someone that alaia actually cares for, somebody that she talks to regularly and spends time with.

there’s no friends like the old friends. this would be somebody who would have known alaia back in turkey or nyc. they could have been close friends or just acquaintances but this person might have known alaia’s family and possibly certain elements of her life when her father remarried. maybe they were a family friend or a friend she made when living with her grandmother. or somebody who knew her from her stint working in nyc. whichever, i imagine this person would be one of the rare people who actually knew the old alaia.