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[zorkaya-moved]

“   i’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.  ”

@etherealguard

The journey across the worlds will take a toll even on the toughest of minds when their soul and their body have gone through unimaginary mutations, changes, and continue to feel like a cracking shell. There is an endless path paved for her to walk, following the flower buds and hearing the gentle singing of bells behind her back. The sight of gemstone eyes of Origin will always remind her of the promise made and a need to go forward until the final chapter will be reached.

The understanding of reincarnation puts a saddening layer over her interaction with Dan Heng. Reincarnation or expys, she wonders if he was actually her son in her own world with how she'd seen people who looked just like her dearest comrades, friends, enemies, and even ... lovers. Was he just like those faces one she already encountered before? A strong gaze, a soft-spoken voice with power laced in each note and syllable, and a familiar tall height and dark hair. The sharpest of spears, such a familiar and nostalgic sight but she cannot remember the face. Not anymore.

"I was thinking of giving some of my memories to the Garden of Recollection," the woman speaks up, looking outside at the stars flickering outside of the Astral Express. If she will lose them altogether in the mud of her own existence, why not crystalize what Garden of Recollection wants so desperately? Not all memories will be allowed, but Dan Heng must know that her even thinking about it means something quite dire. For Zarina Sokolova to give out anything of hers? Especially something so personal? A truly tragic event to witness. "Fifty thousand years... My memories are blurry in some cases at best, but maybe Garden of Recollection can keep them protected from forgetting."

The story of the Thirteen must not be forgotten.

"Would you give Fuli your memories if it meant they'll live forever, Dan Heng? The people you've met, the stories you've heard, the experience you've gone through. Or would you want for those stories to die with you in this incarnation?" It must be different for him as a Vidyadhara. It seems both like death but also not. A new existence and a new person will rise up, but the same appearance. No, it's still death. It's still death and a new person will arise, not anyone who you meet. "There is a story... I don't want anyone to forget, not even myself."

[wintereign]

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[icemde]

THE LAUGH FINALLY BUBBLED OUT OF GRAY AT THE FORCED COMPLIMENT. he truly didn't want to torture the other, but he couldn't help but fine this entire situation amusing. moving closer to natsu, he shifted flakes to be in one arm, opened up the dragons arms and proceeded to place the creature into natsu's hands before stepping back.

❝i'm glad you think so too, cuz cana was talking about doing a job together soon and i was hoping that my oh so loving boyfriend would be willing to watch over her while i'm gone. i wouldn't dare trust her with anyone else.

A WHOLE ASS LINE CONSIDERING LUCY HAD ALREADY AGREED TO WATCH HER, but that didn't stop gray from milking the situation as much as he could. looking back at natsu and flakes he couldn't help but chuckle again as the dog adjusted herself in a way to basically rag doll in the others arms, looking up at the pink haired male with a sort of expecting kind of look. well, at least she likes him, that's half of the problem solved.

"I just said I wasn't jealous, dumbass!" Natsu hissed out at the other.

Natsu's frown was deep and his body was guarded. He didn't hate dogs, though he probably was more a cat person. But something about the dog smelling like Gray- Gray smelling like the dog. It ticked him off. But he sure as hell wasn't gonna admit it.

"She's... cute," he forced out. Like an idiot.

[stars-and-lines]

(ooc)

Ahhhhhhh okay - Couple of things!!

First and foremost, my name is Snow (@snowpearart), and I've been a huge fan of Starline ever since earlyyy 2023? Around then. Something like this was inevitable.

Second thing would be thank you all for reading?! This has been so much fun to work on and queue up (thank u queue function for posting at 3am so I don't actually have to stay up that late! =u=), and reading and replying to the asks has been so fun and entirely worth this whole endeavour.

Third would be a bit of background? Why this. Back in late summer 2023, I wanted to do something with Starline, and landed on an ask blog. I like a good story, and while an ask blog would be fun, I did want to have some sort of arc in mind, and since I usually have difficulty keeping up with writing (I cannot write fics!), I picked a story that already has a beginning, middle and end, but from his POV.

The info-gathering process beforehand (and during in some cases! I'm looking at you, Imposter Syndrome) was a bit of an undertaking, having to reread arcs, study panels, keep documents of timelines and track character motivations. It included a lot of working backwards. I am bad at reading comics. But it was fun! It's been so rewarding to study this character and understand what makes him tick. I'm normal about him <3

Lastly is... where to go from here! I currently have three options:

do nothing lol. Let the blog sit as a standalone cool thing I did.

turn it into a regular Starline ask blog! This allows me to still play in character without too much work or time commitment (I am very busy).

write a new arc. Through RP I've gotten several ideas that I could run with, and if anyone knows me or peeks at my art blog, they'll see where I would want to take the story next.

wait until the very very very small off chance that Starline returns to IDW and write that from his perspective -

I'm currently leaning more toward 1 and 2. Ideally I would like pursue 3, but it seems very unlikely at the moment. Still! I would like to hear what y'all think. We should make a fan club -

Once again, thank you all so much for reading and going through this story with me one more time! <3

Until next time,

❄ Snow

[thomasicism]

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Archaeologist / Excavator / Prospector

Noun; applies to systems and headmates

Coined by The Etheridge Collective

An archaeologist is a system member whose role is to collect artifacts left behind by other system members who have walked out, faded, entered a long-term dormancy, or otherwise left the system's ranks to reside elsewhere in the headspace for the sake of their wellbeing. Because artifacts can have a myriad of sources and uses, many subtypes of an archaeologist have the possibility to exist.

While not an exhaustive list, the subtypes include, but are not limited to;

Curator: The Curator Archaeologist's role is to store artifacts left behind from previous headmates for the purpose of keeping a historical record. They may run something akin to a museum, or just keep artifacts in an otherwise safe place for the purpose of education. Curators can also take on the role of, or work closely with, archivists and cartographers.

Collector: The Collector Archaeologist tends to keep artifacts for safe keeping for personal appreciation, rather than to educate or to learn from their origins. They may or may not hoard these memories and emotions often represented by them.

Exo-Archaeologist: The Exo-Archaeologist tends to comb through environments outside of the system, whether in parts of the brain that dreams are still occurring, or in other universes where the system member was often inhabiting. Because of the nature of this role, they often work in tandem with, or take on the role of dream seekers.

Gatherer: This subtype of archaeologist is tasked with finding artifacts left behind by previous system members and given to system members who are tasked with creating new headmates from the memories and the emotions represented by one or more artifacts. Because of the nature of this subtype, gatherers can also take on the role of, or work closely with, artists and artisans.

[zorkaya-moved]

It seemed that Dahlia could listen, it was already a good start. Though, her reactions were much less explosive than she expected them to be in the beginning. Whichever it was: contempt, guilt, or despair - it didn't matter. What mattered was how this person will handle the future endeavors and the harsh, political climate of Ishgard. They were a cruel sort, Sokolova knew. They were cruel, cold, and they were not united. Their own leader was a liar (but such words muh not be uttered by the silverette until there was more proof). It didn't matter if the Warrior of Light was new or old, she didn't belong to the group of people who got more respect from her than... No, it shouldn't be said. The Elezen made sure to watch the myriad of emotions on the woman's face, the Viera woman is beautiful but a pretty face won't save anyone from reality's harshness. The winters were the best way to explain Zarina's personality, approach, and survival tactics.

"Oh, no screams and no denials? Good." How amusing. Maybe she should tone down the meanness of her words, the sharpness of them but the woman refuses to. Tataru will scold her, but it doesn't matter. Within Ishgard, she mustn't be seen and mustn't be recognized. The Warrior of Light doesn't know yet, the large story behind the Elezen's tension within the Holy See. "I'm glad you're starting to see reason so quickly. We'll get along splendidly if this is the case in the future."

At the last inquiry, the silverette glanced at Dahlia over her shoulder before putting on her hood. Time's running out for her to meet up with her informant and the merchant who was still owed some gold coins to make sure they won't speak of Warrior of Light and will keep tabs on her when Sokolova would continue to dive deeper into Ishgardian ranks.

"I asked the cook to make you better food and paid for it, so you don't have to worry about that. Tataru is currently gathering information and Alphinaud is discussing matters on his own," she recounts what everyone's doing currently. Haurchefant hasn't met her yet, all for the better. Zarina doesn't need others to recognize her. It'd be... bad for future. It also would be better to avoid de Borel. "I will be back in four hours to check on you and to go over what's going on outside or what I've heard of the Scions, alright? Then, we can... get acquainted a bit better. We haven't had the time to introduce ourselves to each other better. Now, be a good girl and rest, alright?"

She had to leave for now, but she'll be back in a moment. It'd be better for them to spend some time together to get to know each other. The Juggernaut of the Scions never remained in the Waking Sands, she always worked alone. It's time to bring up teamwork... in a place she once called her home.

"In four hours, I'll be back. Get your questions straight before then and we can exchange information for what it's worth."

( 🐇 ) SHE'D ONLY MANAGED to retain her sheepishness for a short moment before the blunt words came forth out of zarina's lips - and as cheerful as ever. dahlia blinks at first, wondering if what just happened did just happen. her green hues STARE at the ishgardian 'fore she pulls such a look away - it was rude to do such things ( etiquette had to be recalled, her tribe didn't care for such things and, twelve, it was such a difficult habit to break. even after such a LONG TIME GONE ).

< THANKS . . >

SHE WAS STILL unsure how to respond, her hands give some semblance of one before she could really stop herself, grimacing as the response continued. by the twelve where was alphinaud when she needed him to pull her out of a hole SHE ACCIDENTLY DUG.

HER EYES SQUINT at the continued bluntness of the elezen's words, though not responding rashly due to the knowledge of that is simply how she communicates. tataru had reminded her more than once that it was simply how she was. the veena, in simple terms, was thankful for the bluntness but . . it did not make it sting any less for her commentary to be said to be so ridiculous or irrational. she was being such, due to the stress of the current political climate ( she was still learning ; new places brought about different situations that she had TO ACCLIMATE TO ).

SHE FROWNS, FRUSTRATED that she was being benched and disallowed from pushing herself ahead. she was naught wrong in saying that count fortemps had high views of her - by no small part haurchefant's hands being ALL OVER IT.

< I . . FAIR. > her hands still as one hand came up to rub at her face in quiet frustration - again, if she got up and moved around silently gauging most of ishgard she DOUBTED much would come out of it. some talk perhaps but . . surely NOTHING DAMAGING POLITICALLY, right ?

( THOUGH, MAYBE THAT was why irina was so steadfast in KEEPING her here. )

TATARU'S STORIES DID find a lacking of the ( so called ) charming behaviour in the elezen to be a little confusing but, she guessed, it could be due to the reasoning of being rather " new " to the organization. just because she had accomplishments under her armor did not necessarily mean that she was going to be looked at fondly. her ears twitch backward some at the subtle mention of those they had likely lost ; expression changing out of full view. her gaze rose once more 'pon ZARINA SPEAKING FURTHER.

< I UNDERSTAND. WHEN should i expect you ? or is . . is it whenever and i should expect you anytime ? > she needs some clarity on this. HOW SHE WORKS.

[dikiyvter]

       Smbd good. At econonmy. Help me budget. ym family is starving.        $200 food, $100 data, $3,600 little vinyl unicorn figurines that bring me insurmountable levels of serotonin, $150 utility

[zorkaya-moved]

@impishsensei asked:

"it's a good color for you."

Zarina wonders while looking at herself in the window's reflection: How many times must one shapeshift before they forget their original self? Golden eyes stare back t her, studying the figure in an off-shoulder cerulean dress and white heels. Silver accessories adorn her visage: a familiar choker with a crescent moon, earrings in shape of stars, light makeup that speaks more of pastel colors than her usual red lipstick. This time, her lips are colored with a pale peach pink with an addition of lip gloss on atop. Her eyes only have mascara, coloring her white eyelashes to black, each flutter making so many people consider her beautiful. However, this visage is so different compared to what she's used to show others. It's not daring, it's not bold, it's not screaming for attention in a vulgar manner. It's softer, it's gentler, it almost looks divine. Even her hair is braided a bit, a waterfall braid they call it. Certainly, it's a completely different look.

"it's a good color for you."

Sokolova blinks away her personal wonder and study to pay attention to the one who was walking by her side. They've been discussing a variety of topics prior to her going quiet, but only because she notices how different she looks compared to her usual meetings with Gojo. Perhaps, he's allowed to see the difference and allowed to study the skillset of a psychological shapeshifter for himself to build his own opinions if he should trust her or not, worst comes to worst. At the compliment, though, the woman lets out a soft chuckle and adapts a more elegant approach, bringing her gloved hand to hide away her smile, ever so lightly.

"Are you saying it because it's the color of your eyes, Gojo?" Her voice comes out as a soft tease, but she is obviously pleased with his words nonetheless. His compliments are genuine, there is no need to dive too deeply into them. Was this color a personal choice? Yes, it was. By her judgement, it'd be better to study more of his behaviors and his likes, his responses to certain colors, and his reactions to what she does. From the way he eats to the way he talks to the way he asks questions, she has a small notebook on her studies on him. Such is fate of all who caught her eyes. It's natural for her to use those small tidbits in casual situations. It builds up some trust and likeability.

"Thank you. I usually wear more... hm, eye-catching clothes, but I wanted something lighter on today." Eyes look back at their reflection, noting on how the black color of his uniform contrasts with her light color palette today. "Do you like a softer look or my usual look, Gojo? Might bless your eyes with your preferences so you'll look forward to our meetings even more."

It's quite funny how they might look from the side. His blindfold isn't helping, not at all. It's almost comedic. If anything, allying herself with Satoru Gojo cuts her away from many other opportunities, but it's more fun like this. What is life without some struggles and challenges? The higher ups, even now, seem to watch them through one of their little bugs that kept following them. Why not make it more fun for the future?

"So, about what we talked about before..." She locks her hands behind her back, acting like what she's about to say isn't going to be detrimental or dangerous. "Yes, your requests are my priority. If you ask me to be a substitute teacher for the younglings for a bit, I'll do it. If you ask me to gather more information, I'll do it regardless. If you request to pretend to be someone else, I'll do it." She smiles at him, tilting her head to the side. Her words are genuine at this moment, confident in their delivery. "As payback, I'll only ask for you to do me a favor or two. Nothing you cannot do, as you're well aware. I don't ask for impossible things." Mei Mei would've asked for so much money, but Sokolova requires nothing but fun time (like attending a party as her plus one), some discussions, and some questions answered that others may find rather... mundane. "So, don't hesitate to ask. If I'm busy, I'll let you know. As an ally, if it's required, I'll become anything you'll ask of me. Such is my loyalty to our arrangement." As long as he lives.

Satoru was, without a doubt, the lucky party in this arrangement. After all, keeping a shifter like her entertained requires a lot, but he seems to do everything with ease and without hardship. Not many would've been able to handle her so well, she can only imagine how she'd make others sweat to keep her services available so openly. The higher ups are watching them, unhappy and tense.

[gregcollins]

/ @oofcori

[noisynaia]

Driving Home for Christmas

A Modern Mandalorian AU

summary: It's your first Christmas with your son Grogu and you are a little heartbroken that Din won't be home to experience it with you. Din is, however, determined not to miss the holiday with his little family.

word count: 2k

pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader 

note: Title from 'Driving Home for Christmas' by Chris Rea. Just a little thing I wrote in a rush, just a lot of fluff. Adoption, new parents. No use of (y/n). This has not been beta or proofread. English is not my native language.

Happy holidays to all who celebrate! ♥︎

Din curses under his breath as he rolls the car a few feet forward before the queue again comes to a halt. The red tint from the taillights of the car in front of him is painting his face and the dashboard of the rental in a garnet glow, he turns on the radio to drown out the sound of the windshield wipers. The snow has begun to fall again and he feels stiff and sore after so many hours sitting in the same position behind the wheel. 

He had been sitting in the sad hotel room after just ending a facetime call from you. The view of you and Grogu with his little button nose and big eyes had been too much. The thought of not being able to hold either of you in his arms until the new year had been unbearable, so he stood up and packed his things. There was no way he was going to spend Christmas without the two of you.

It had not been possible to get a flight with such a short notice this close to Christmas eve. Din had made a quick decision, renting the first car he could get his hands on and started on the eight hour drive home. It is not the first Christmas after getting with you, he has had to be away, do to work. He has always hated having to leave you, even though the holiday season is not something Din has ever really cared for; he is usually already over it by the end of November, but that was before he had met you, and becoming a father is what really has tipped his view on the holiday season. He is not going to miss Christmas this year. 

· · ❄︎ · ·

You are staring blankly into the oven where the cookies you have made are baking. You had got up early this morning to get everything ready.

Grogu is sitting in his highchair at the kitchen table, happily munching on the grapes you just had cut for him. It’s around 11 am on the 24th and you have managed to finish about all of the things that needed to be finished by now. All of the gifts have been wrapped, the guest room made ready for your guests and the entire house has been cleaned. You are happy, you are going to spend your first Christmas with Grogu, and even though he is too young to really understand what’s going on you want it to be a good one. But you are feeling a bit sad as well. You had really wished that Din would have been home to experience it with you… 

You know how bad he feels when he has to leave for work, but this time had been especially bad. It has been a recurring thing through your entire relationship and, even though you miss him when he is gone, you have never had a problem with it. That has changed after adopting Grogu, Din’s absence feels stronger now, and you know that Din is feeling awful every time he has to go. He had looked sad when you had facetimed in the morning, his eyes had told you how bad he wanted to be home, he had smiled for Grogus sake, but you know him too well and can look through his facade.                   

You are lost in thoughts about Din and how you had hoped he was here with you right now when the sound of the doorbell brings you back to reality. You get yourself together and pick Grogu, who has just finished his snack, up from his chair and settle him on your hip, bringing him with you to the door to let your guests in.

Peli is standing in the door with a giant smile on her face, Greef is standing behind her, his face and torso completely hidden behind the crazy amount of presents he is holding in his arms that you know most of are for Grogu. Peli and Greef are not Din’s real parents, but they might as well be, and they definitely have taken on the role as grandparents after you and Din have gotten Grogu.               

“Look who is here Grogu!” You say to your son, bouncing him gently on your hip. 

“Is that my big boy!” Peli exclames, holding her arms out for him.    

The little boy hides his face in the crook of your neck as you greet your guests and lovingly scolds them for going way overboard with the gifts, but it doesn’t take long before he peeks out from his hiding spot, offering Peli and Karga a shy smile and a little ‘hi’. He is usually a total chatterbox, often cooing and babbling to you and Din or at his beloved frog stuffie, but he hasn’t really begun talking yet. His vocabulary contains of about five words which are; hi, which he uses generously when shyness doesn’t overtake him. Tanks, his version of thanks, which he also is using a lot, he really is a polite little boy. Then there is booie, which he happily squeals every time his favourite cartoon dog is on the tv. Fog, which is his version of the word frog, (his favourite animal) he might have an unfortunate pronunciation, but he is so cute when he says it that it doesn’t matter. And last but not least ‘patu’ which neither you or Din can figure out what actually means, but the little boy loves saying it and it has a very cute sound to it.  

“Don’t go all shy on me now! We were best of friends the last time I saw you.” Peli whines and Grogu is luckily quick to lose the last of his shyness, sticking his little arms out for Peli to hold him. You hand him over and instead take some of the many gifts from Greef so he can get through the door and get his coat off.  

· · ❄︎ · · 

The four of you are having a cosy day together. You decorated cookies and went for a walk in the snow, Grogu had laughed every time a snowflake landed on his nose or one of his cute chubby cheeks, you truly are grateful for seeing him being such a happy little boy. You and Greef are in the kitchen now, the cheerful sound of Ella Fitzgerald's ‘Santa Claus Got Stuck in My Chimney’ sounding from the radio while Peli is playing with Grogu in the living room. You are preparing the potatoes and side dishes while Greef is in charge of the meat. You can’t help but tell him about how you wish Din could have been here with you all, allowing yourself to feel a little sad again now that Peli is distracting Grogu. 

“I know that he wishes he could be here too.” Din’s father figure assures you with a sympathetic look.     

“But do you think he would be willing to give it up ?” You can’t help but ask, you know how much Din cares about his work, but him missing out on important things with Grogu doesn’t make it seem worth it to you. 

Greef is about to open his mouth to answer you when you are interrupted by the glow from a pair of headlights from your driveway which surprises you, you’re not expecting any other guests and you have never heard of Christmas carolers coming by car. You only get to wonder who it can be for a few seconds before you hear the doorbell ring. You remove your apron and wipe your hands on a dishtowel before you go to open the front door. The surprise of who is standing on the doorstep is overwhelming and you can barely believe that he is real. In front of you stands a very tired looking Din, his hair is messy and he. You are standing frozen by shock and surprise for a few seconds before you crash forward into his arms. He hugs you tight against his chest and you feel your eyes getting watery. 

“What are you doing here?” You croak through happy tears. 

“I came home for Christmas.” He says it so matter of factly that you can’t help but laugh. 

“But what about-” You begin, but are cut off by his lips being pressed against your own. 

“It’s not worth it, not if I’ll have to miss out on this.” He whispers into your mouth as he gently caresses your cheekbone with his knuckles.   

You are completely engulfed by Din’s embrace and so dumbfounded by the fact that he’s here that you make a little jump of surprise when a loud happy shriek is heard from behind you. In the door stands Peli with Grogu in her arms whose face is about to be split in half by the giant smile on his face. Karga stands behind them with a hand on Peli’s shoulder, smiling warmly still wearing his Rudolfh the reindeer apron. 

Grogu is fidgeting in Peli’s arms and she sets him down and the second he makes contact with the floor he excitedly whaddle-runs towards you on his little toddler legs. The view of your little boy running up to you makes you feel like your heart might burst. And even though a part of you wants to never be released from Din’s embrace, you have no hard feelings when Din let go of you to kneel down and take his sons into his arms. Grogu laughs loudly as Din stands up, planting a kiss on his son's chubby cheek and blows a raspberry for good measure. 

“Missed you too buddy.” Your husband says in the gentlest of voice as Grogu plants a tiny hand on each of Din’s cheeks. “Pa!” He shrieks happily at Din, probably too excited to pronounce his usual ‘patu’ you assume, but then he catches you by surprise as he happily exclaims an almost perfect. “Papa!” 

Grogu laughs at Din’s surprised face, before turning his head to look at you with a proud look on his little face. From your eyes, that already were damp by the surprise of Din’s homecoming, fresh warm tears are falling down your face. Din makes a choked sound from deep inside his chest and looks at you, his entire face lit up and his warm brown eyes blown wide by surprise and happiness. “Did you hear that?!” 

“Yeah, I did.” You nod with a big smile on your face. 

Din takes a step over to you, holding Grogu with one arm and sliding the other one around you, holding the two most important people in his life tight. 

The three of you stand like this for a long moment before Grogu gets impatient and begins to wiggle to be sat down. Din obliges, setting him down on the doormat from where he walks back to Peli and Greef who both have big smiles on their faces. You and Din stay for a brief moment, needing a little moment alone before going in to join them. Din holding you tight as he wipes away a tear from under your eye with a gentle thumb 

“I can’t believe you’re here.” You whisper.

Din kiss your lips softly before answering. “Me neither, but I just couldn’t miss this.” He shakes his head lightly, the corner of his eyes shining with dampness. You can’t believe how lucky you are to have him, he had had a hard time showing his emotions in the beginning of your relationship, but he has always had a big and loving heart and getting to see him getting more and more comfortable with showing and sharing his emotions over the years has been such a beautiful journey.  

 “I love you so much Mesh’la.” He says bringing your hand up to his mouth to leave a kiss in the palm of your hand.

“I love you too Din.” 

He kisses your lips again before leading you through the door hand in hand to go inside and celebrate Christmas with your little family.       

[vinterhjerte]

@irnmaidn​   |   sc.

THE TALES COMING FROM CORONA FELT too fantastical to be true. And yet was she not the centre of her own fantastical tale once upon a time? Perhaps the issue, then, was her not wanting to accept the rumours. It was some other young woman who had taken the moonstone, some other person who was doing all of this. Elsa had already offered whatever she could to her aunt and uncle, and been kindly turned down. But she couldn’t return to Arendelle without doing anything.

Spurring Espen on, her teeth worried at her lower lip. It was a lovely day by anyone’s standards, if not for the large black spikes erupting from the ground. She could tell her poor horse wasn’t best pleased with them around him, but he had persisted all the same.

“Cassandra?” she called into the trees, one hand cupping around her mouth. Did she truly expect a response? Not really. But she felt compelled to keep calling all the same. “It’s Elsa. Cass?”

[zorkaya-moved]

"i'm just minding my own business."

@impishsensei

Razor sharp gaze of ichor is shot at the man ahead, not expecting to see him right after such an... exposing meeting with the highly esteemed Master Tengen. A conversation that lasted for two and a half hour. Sokolova remembers the cruel yet honest words delivered with sympathy: Poor child, you yearn for love and devotion yet you've been told you'll curse all by finally experiencing it. Morana's whispers were loud at that moment, and they still are when she stumbles upon Gojo.

He can't help you, a woman's voice says in her head, He'll be just like everyone else and disappoint you.

Sokolova grimaces as she brings her hand to press against her temple, shaking the voice off to repress it back into pitch black silence. Morana is a petty curse, driving certain women in her family to insanity but Zarina isn't one to let such a spirit to get in her way. Though, to Gojo, it may look like she's suffering from a headache with how her voice also rings much colder compared to how they usually talk:

"Minding your own business around the place where I had a meeting with Master Tengen? What a coincidence," she says dryly, sighing out and bypassing the man. He's a presence she cannot let go of yet. It's dumb luck he's the one who offered an alliance before Sokolova had the chance. Dumb fucking luck, it won't happen again. This man is needed, he's essential in her quest to find 'humanity.' Cruel, isn't it?

"Come with me."

Quite bossy but also far different compared to their usual talks: it's rigid, it's low, it's sharp and straight to the point. Seems like her trust in Satoru reached a point to show glimpses of what hides beneath the fox's mask. It's alright, she'll return back to their usual fun time later when the ice will thaw. She'll take the edge off somehow, she'll find someone to satiate her need for warmth, for closeness, for life. Her hand aches to grab Gojo by the collar to drag him in for a kiss, so he can take her mind off the reminders brought up. She denies herself that notion, repressing it for the sake of respect towards the other.

Instead, hands reach into her pockets, taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. The smell of smoke and menthol surrounds her in a second when she takes a drag but blows the smoke to the side, avoiding Gojo from inhaling it.

"Satoru," she suddenly says his first name as if to show right away what kind of conversation this may be 'I speak as a human to another human'. Words of Tengen linger in her mind mixing with the memories of her grandmother's cries, begging for forgiveness and asking to take the burden back. No one answered those prayers. Has Gojo prayed for anything in his life? She doesn't know. "A word of advice from me to you: Don't ever forget that you're still a singular human, no matter what."

So keep showing me that you are still human. Give me your worst and I'll see it as your best. I'll become anything to make you feel more human, All to satisfy my own desperate selfishness.

Zarina doesn't look at Satoru, she doesn't see if his expression changes or if he even listens to her. He can listen to her or not, he can see her words as a ramble of nonsense or craziness. They never dive too deep into realism, instead having fun with wording, chaos, and confident playfulness mixed with flirtatious remarks. He doesn't pry but she'll let him in on another 'secret' for being such a good ally.

"Since you're mind your own business, I'll talk into air for a moment. In my country, it seems I am in a similar position to what I've heard about yours," a memory of her parents flickers in her mind, them whispering to each other how they must protect her by distancing themselves. You must not know love, you must distance yourself from it to save yourself. "The strongest, the beast, the monster in the eyes of others, the epitome of evolution." It's a lonely place to be, at the top. They may not be the same and their experience is different, but maybe he can relate to something. Zarina knows the way her extended family looks at her: a beast in the beauty. "Alienation, isolation, dehumanization, protection of those you care about by keeping a distance. Does any of that sound familiar?" She doesn't wait for his response, deciding to continue her own monologue. Selfish as always. "As I've mentioned when we started our alliance, my technique is related to the concept of 'death', death in winter if we want to be poetic. Anyone who decides to step close to me is equivalent to coming closer to death, but I'm still selfish and greedy in wanting to experience a semblance of connection, a mutual understanding."

She takes another drag from her cigarette before throwing it down on the ground and stepping on it to put their fire out. It must be so pathetic to talk about the story like that, summarizing years of struggle and trauma into such a short monologue.

"Tengen reminded me of this," she only says this out of respect, no malice lingering in those words, just a tired and exhausted solemness. "I don't know the story from your viewpoint, Satoru, but a sure way for a human to lose the war is to forget they are human," Zarina hides her hands in the pockets of her coat, finally looking at the sorcerer next to her. It may be impossible to see his eyes beneath that blindfold, but she doesn't really care. "I advise to find a way to remind yourself of your own humanity, be it through indulgence or a singular connection to keep you grounded." Not the best advice, not really, but that's how she lives.

So keep indulging in me as I indulge in you. Stress, desire for connections, a wish to belong, a sense of understanding, lust, anything. Use me as I use you.

"My, I do love the sound of my own voice," she suddenly cracks a joke to make it just a little bit less awkward, shrugging and smiling with a tinge of irony in these. "Didn't ask for the life story or advice in life but got infodumped nonetheless. For listening to me, ask whatever you want. A question or a favor, whatever, I’ll do it."

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🔥 Class 1-A Teaching Assistant ❄

BHNA Class 1-A x Female teaching assistant

What would it be like to be a teacher's assistant to class 1-A?

Warnings: nothing but pure fluff

A/N: nobody asked for these except for me 💅 I just think it's fun!

Oh you poor sweet soul

When you applied to be a teaching assistant at UA high, you didn't expect to get assigned to a class that literally is a magnet for trouble

Let's start off with your boss, Mr. Aizawa

Congrats YN you've inherited the entire class

Aizawa loves having an assistant teacher because it means more naps

Aizawa read your resume and has seen your skills, he choose you for a reason

Smart ✔ quirk abilities ✔ attractive ✔ ✔

Sometimes he will lay in the corner and simply pretend to sleep just to watch you

Not creepy at all

Most importantly Aizawa trusts you with his precious demons students

Iida helped you from day one

He is always the first to help you gather classwork and help vet the others attention

Loves praise

They all love praise, give them praise YN!

Midoriya is something else

Always asking questions about your quirk

First to notice if you changed your looks

Noticed way before Mina could even dream 💅

Bakugo respects you in Bakugo's way

By telling you he will blow you up

The only one of the class he doesn't call an "extra"

You tear up when he scuffs at you instead of blowing up

"He's grown up so fast" 🥺 we love character development!

Shoto respects you a lot

You show up on time, help the students in any way you can

You hate Endeavor

Kirishima and Denki are your body guards

They are literally the golden retrievers of the class

Anything you ask, they will do without a moments hesitation

They invite you over to their dorms for gossip and self care nights 😌

The girls of the class adore you

Mina thinks you have great taste in fashion

Urakaka and Tsu see you as a strong female influence

You once commented on Jirou's music tatses

Became besties instantly 💓

Queue Mineta

Scratch that, Yeet Mineta out the window because that's how you handle pervy grape boys

You've caught him one too many times peeping at his classmates and teachers

You may have locked him in a broom closet once or twice 🤐

Training is... a mess to put it lightly

Between Kirishima and Bakugo destroying everything

There is Denki short circuting and Deku breaking his arm for the 5th time

Sero has Mineta taped up in the corner for harassing the girls

Aizawa didn't even show up, he was too tired

Queue you running the entire training

Surprise surprise, Villains appear 😱

When the villians invade, you help protect the students

At least you try too 😬

Everyone is freaking out and chaos ensues

You literally dealing with a group of rampant toddlers

You sigh 😕

This is your life now YN, perk up and get to business 😤

Using your quirk you take out villain after villain

At the same time, you manage to stop Bakugo from blowing up the arena, Denki from cutting the power, Kirishima from breaking the foundation and Deku from break any bones

Everyone = shook 😳

They knew you could handle yourself but wow ✋🏻

Deku watches every move, Kirishima encourages you as the other students are just thankful you were there

Except for Bakugo who is off fighting his own battle 🙄

Aizawa finally shows up late and with coffee for the both of you

You politely decline the cup of coffee as you cradle a villain in a headlock

Aizawa is shook

Hand in marriage YN 💏 💍

Even the villains are impressed

You've got Shigiraki scratching his neck to the bone

Twice thinks you are amazing while Toga just wants a little taste of your blood

Never fear YN, All Might is here!

You had it completely handled 👏🏻

All Might just did the clean up work

You escape with minor injuries

Cue everyone freaking out

Aizawa is unconscious but their precious YN has a scratch on her face

Sheer panic

Mineta is ready to do CPR if needed

Queue Mina smacking him

You have to assure your sweet angels you will survive

As much as they drive you insane, you adore them all 🥰

Taglist: @axoxtxhxh

[dsmpkinfessions]

Anons List

No longer do you need to ask 'is this seat taken?'! For we now have an anons list! (just let us know if you're a new anon in your ask, then we can add you on-) I've also included every ask that was in the box/queue and I'm highly surprised we've had no twin emojis/names yet-

every ' | ' means it's a new/different anon tag.

cw: there's a lot of blocks of emojis, meaning depending on how your tumblr looks it can be a bit eye-strainy because of how bright emojis can be.

Named

sappynappy💛 | techno❄️| george☁️ | Goop | raccooninnit🦝 | tubbo🐐 | l0veletterem0ji | 🍷george | 🍷 schlatt | Dye anon | Niki 🕊⚔️ | Wilbur 📘| 💅Phil | 🐝tubbo | crow anon '^' | 📞TUBBO🧲| 🎇🧨tubbo🧨🎇| 🎶banji🎶 | 👑Tek’no🩸 | 📃cle | Tommy ❤️| 🛹🩹tommy | 🌼 Tommy | 💚🐠Dre | 🔥 Sapnap | Tubbo💫 | ❤️ENDERWALKER 💚| Will 💥🧨| Ranboo 🖤| Fidget| Tommy 💿| MushroomKins🍄|Technonotfound🐽|3 ghosts in a trenchcoat| ranboo🐄🍱|punzo 💥

Emojis

single

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double

✍️🐀 | 💛📔 | 📀❤️| 💙👑| 💚🐝 | 🎶🪶 | 🖋️💛 | 👑🌧 | 💜🥀 | 🌓☔️| 💿🌟| 🪓🐱 | 🪶💿 | 💛🐏| 💀🐰 | 💚🩹| 🐽👑 | 📔🖤 | 🗡️🎶 | 👑🌓 | 🍯💚 | ☔️💙| 🪵🛎 | 🌻🫐 |💿🩹| 🖤🤍 | 💥🧨| 💙🌝 | 🌈🐑 | 🌲🗡 | 🚦⏳ | 💛🗝 | 🪴🐝 | ⚔️🩸 | 🧃✨| 🔥❤️ | 🌨☂️| 🐤💙| ❄️🔆| ✨🔥| 🌀💜 | 👑🩹 | 🦇🥀 | 🗡🥛 | 🗡💠 | ❄️🔳 | 🍯🐐 | 🍵🐷 | 🌻💣| 🐑🖌 | 🍎🎮 | ☁✨ | 🍄💤| ☁️💙 | 🐣💙| 🐐🐾| 🐑🍬| 🌲👑| 🗡🐖 | 👑🌿| 🪵📀 | 📈📉 | 👑📖| 🌙 👑 | 🔥💦| 🍏🗡| 🦝📀| 💚🐠 | 🗝️☕ | 🌙💙| 🌓📓 | 💀💙| ☕🗝️| 🌿🗡| 🐌🥽 | 🐐🐇| ⚔️🐑 | :)💚| 🌀👻 | 🐗 👑| 🐐 🍺 | 🍋📚 | 🕶🐥| 🌙💫 | 🕯⛏ | 🌓❄️| 💚🪓 | 🧶 ❤ | ⌛️🖋 | 🥃🌻| 🐖💿| 🧃🖍 | 👻📀 | 🕊💚| 🌂🗝| 🔴🔵 | 🎲🍷 | 💜🤕| 🩹🏹| 💿🕯 | 🧭❤️ | 🌿☁️ | 🌫☂️| 🐐🌻| 💫🌀| 🦋🎶| ⌨️ 🖱️| ♥️🌑| 🧪/🎋 | 📗🔫| 🦊✨| ❤️🤍| 🧡📝| 🤍🧺| 💧🎼| 🧭🦉| ♟♠️ | 🔥🧡| 💐⏰| 🍯💿 | ☁️🧃| ✒️🗝 | 🐑📘 | 🎀💎| 🚭🧨| ☁️♠️ |💜🎞 | 🐝👑 | 🐈‍⬛👻| 🐷🐝| 👖 🕒| ⏳💙| ⚰🔮| 🌙✨| ⭐🍰| 🌈⏱| ✨🌌| 🐇🔥| ☕️🤍 | 🐤🪓 | 🕊🖤 | ⚡☁| ☢️💚| 🌻🎶| 🛸👾| 🦌🥀| 🦁💚| 🐱🌱| 🌿🎭| ☄️🫁 | ☢️🩹| 👑🌼| 🔮⚰| 🐐☢️| 🌺🎸 | 🧪🎰| 🧪💚| 🏵🗡| 🐐🟡| 🥽🪲 | 👑💌| 🟡👑| 🌻🔂| 🦊🔁| 🟡🟢| 💿📀| ❤🌼| 🦂🩸| ✨💙| 🎲💫| 📒❤️| ♥️♠️| 🌻🧣| 🗝⚔ | 🧪🃏| 💚🦁| 💫🌾| 🐋 🎸| 🐮❤️‍🩹| 💜🎞| 🛡🥀| 👑🌱| 🕯️👑| 💚🗝| 🏳️‍⚧️🐏|  🚬🐐| 🦸🏻‍♂️🌊| 🕊🎵| 🌻 🎶| ♥️🌼| 🦊♟| 💙✨| ☂️🌫| 💌👑| 🪐🎬 | 🦊🩹|  🔥💜|🐝🖤|🃏🗿|🛡🥀|🦢🍱|🎭📑|🌺🍠|⌛🌌|🌾🍯|

triple

🌌🎸 | ❤📀🍬| 🐑🔵💽 | ♡♤♡ | 🌅🎶⭐️| 🐝🔆🔅| 🥀🪴⭐️| ☕🗝️🥞| 🗡🔱🐷 | 🐽🌸🗡| 💫🎆💫| 💙 🐤 🌻 | 🕊🃏💜 | 📚💛🧵 | ⚔️💿🔥| 🐽🌼🔳 | 💚🖤🤍 | 🖤🤍⌛️| 🦌🌾🔥 | ❤️⚔️💚| 💿🔥☢️| 🐝🍄🌱| 🔥🧪💧 | 💿📀🧭| 📚🌼🌌| 💌🔥🎲| 💙🐑👻| 🌳🌲🏹| 🕶🍄☁️ | 🧁☕🌹 | 📁🥩🗝 | 👓🍄☁️| ❣️🌹🎀 | 📀🐝🍂| 🌺🤍🖤| 🌈🍭🐏 | 💌💜🦞| 🗝🗡♟| 🐏💚👁‍🗨| 🖤💕♬ | 🔔🎧🚬| 🏹🌧☕️| 🍄🎶🐄| ☄️🐑🌙| ♤♡♤ | 💙🐐🌊| 🐏🌱💥| 🚬⚠️📀| ⌚💍💜| 🔔🐑🎆| 👑🎼⚔️| 🎼🧨🖋 | 🎲🕶🃏 | 💚🍯💫| 🐷🤖🗡| 🔮💚🌀 | 💚❤📕| 🗝♠🤍| ☘️💚🐏| 🖤🤍👑| 🌻🐐🐝| 🐏🍭🦷| ☄🛏💣| ❄️🌊🕊️| 🌻🧃🧸| 🍬✨🌺 | 💙🐏🧢 | 🎲♣️🥃| 👑🟢🩸| 💐💫🔥| 💗🌻🌹| 💙👻🐑|🥀🍋🏷️|🖍⚡💌|🐏💚💭|👍🌲🍋| ⌛🌌🐸 

quadruple

🍃🧿❄️☄️| 🦝🧭❄️🌟| 💙🎶📕 ∆ | ✨💙❤️⌚| 🦊🦴🏳️‍⚧️ | ☢️💙❤️☢️| 🦊🧸🏳️‍⚧️ | ✨❤️💙⌚| 💌🔥🎲| 😩💅👄👁️|📦🧨🍯🐏| 

quintuple

🖤💛💙🤍❤️| 🎶🌸🩹☣️💜| 👑🥩💊⚠️🥃|

[gregcollins]

/ @oofcori