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gible-love-nibles-archive · 1 year

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Eternal Diva Fic (Part 6)

Short chapter today unfortunately. Think of it more as a breather before all. The Big Stuff that's going to go down later. But that doesn't mean nothing fun happens here :]

No trigger warnings for this one, I'm pretty sure? But again, spoilers for L.ast S.pecter

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The wolf was managing to tail me pretty well, no matter how fast I ran. I wove around tree roots, vines, branches… Wait, trees!

Right before the wolf had a chance to jump at me again, I sprang up into the air. I managed to grab a strong tree branch and scrambled myself up the tree. The wolf growled, barked, and tried to climb up, but eventually ran off, presumably to join the rest of its pack. I stuck my tongue out at it.

A strong wind suddenly blew right in my face, and I saw my stray page with the music sheet try to flutter away. “Nononono—!” I managed to grab it without leaving the tree, but then I noticed a bright, sunny clearing right in front of me. I made sure to check that the wolf was truly gone before I slid down and investigated.

There was a large river and more forest, but there was a blot on the picturesque landscape: a gigantic, gloomy castle with all sorts of strange things sticking out of it.

If our game master was anywhere, he was in there.

“How the hell am I supposed to cross this?!” I ranted only to myself. “This river's massive!” I spread out my arms to try and capture the size of the river, which was when I noticed I still had the page in my hand. But I noticed with the way I held the page, the music I had written was upside down.

“Huh. It's like a completely different song,” I noted quietly. Was that relevant at all? I doubted it; a lot of things looked different upside down. But I convinced myself that maybe it would be useful. It didn't hurt to know.

I returned the music sheet to my bag and focused on the puzzle. Well, the game master obviously wasn't going to leave some kind of boat out for us. Maybe there was a bridge somewhere?

I walked along the edge of the river, hoping to see something— anything— that would help. Eventually, I came across a bridge across the river.

“Well, so much for making a raft.” I hurried across, racing towards the castle. “Not going to let me have any fun, I guess.” I joked. It helped ease the nerves in my stomach. That was what I told myself anyway.

I heard running behind me. I looked behind me, assuming it would be some of the other contestants. Instead, three men in white bird-like masks were chasing me down. I recognized these guys: they were at the opera, blocking off the exits of the opera so our game master could have as many participants as he could. I yelped, and ran faster.

“Puzzle Number 003: You must cross this river and reach the castle you see before you.” The game master's voice returned. “I would recommend being swift with your answers. One of you is already crossing the river as I speak.”

That would have to be me.

The masked men clearly weren't going to give up, so once I crossed the bridge, I used the same tactic as the wolf: jumping straight up into a nearby tree. They clearly weren't expecting that and skidded to a halt underneath. One of them started to shimmy up, but another man called him back.

“Boss says to get back to base.”

The man who tried to climb up gave me a little growl before landing hard on the ground and joining his compatriots.

Once they were gone, I slid down the tree. Finally, I felt I could catch my breath.

But as I was, I noticed a little black box on the ground. A walkie-talkie. This must've been how the game master was directing his goons. I picked it up and started walking toward the castle again.

“Hey! Am I talking to the one in charge of all this?” I said sternly into the device. I didn't expect anything out of it, but to my surprise, a voice crackled to life.

“Indeed you are. I must say: I'm mildly impressed with how well you've been faring, Miss Clare. Considering your last foray with puzzles, you've exceeded my expectations.”

I felt goosebumps forming on my arms. “…What do you mean my last foray with puzzles?” He couldn't be talking about—

He seemed to read my mind. “Oh, it's very simple dear. Tell me: does the name Misthallery ring a bell? The Golden Garden perhaps?”

Those did ring a bell. A town being ravaged by a specter… at least that was what the townspeople believed. But sleuthing from the clever professor revealed a sinister plot: someone was twisting the town's folklore to find the fabled Golden Garden. And the mastermind behind it all was—

“DESCOLE!”

The outburst earned me a little chuckle. “Now you remember.”

My mind went back to the mystery letter. Descole and Layton had a history according to the former, but Layton didn’t know Descole at all. The professor only had an inkling he had seen the "scientist" somewhere before, which I wouldn’t call a history.

The masked man was a master of putting on… well, masks. He had posed as Luke’s butler while he was in Misthallery. Writing up a letter pretending to be Layton would be child’s play to him.

“Did you send me the letter with the ticket?”

“Did you like the opera?” He asked, all but confirming my suspicions. “I’ve watched it so many times, I’ll admit it’s gotten a bit dull. But maybe you found some enjoyment in it.”

“What's your endgame here, Descole?” I cut him off from any more banter. “Clearly you don't want to give eternal life to anyone here. I bet it's not even possible.”

The man laughed darkly. “Oh, I assure you; the prospect of eternal life is very real… in one way or another. Have a little faith, dear.”

“What's your real plan?” …Silence. I growled. “Damnit.”

I shoved the walkie-talkie into my bag. Well clearly, I wasn't going to learn anything that way. I had to dive into the castle and comb through it to find my answers.

…I had a hunch though. First, he was looking for an ancient Golden Garden. Now, we were stuck on an island that was apparently the site of an ancient kingdom. It didn't feel like a coincidence.

But there were a lot of blank spots: why? And why bring anyone here in the first place?

#🐉🎮.txt #clare's writing #eternal diva au #seen a lot of things; places you ain't ever been 🐉💫#lead me save me from my solitude 🎭🔧#yep can finally start tagging him now #i mean. i could've been this whole time but. this is more fun trust me #man. i love writing this asshole TGRGTFRGTTRG. he gets some really good lines later i think. imo.

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claimbo · 10 months

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everythingacotarbxm1012 · 4 months

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They're Mates - with Y/N Pt 3

Summary - Y/N decides she wants to learn to fly again.

Warnings/Other Notes - This one is in 2nd person pov because the first two chapters were looking at Y/N and Az’s relationship from a source not within their relationship. 2k word chapter- Again, some of these lines/plot points are inspired by, or directly quoted from, ACOMAF. This chapter takes place prior to the first two chapters.

Injury mentioned, though not super graphically. Reader relives/remembers having her wings cut.

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Masterlist

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You could feel the blade cutting into your wings. Tears spilled down your face as you screamed in pain, begging the Mother to make it stop. You were never going to fly again. The one thing that brought you unending joy, your only source of freedom, was being taken away.

“Y/N?”

The edges of your memories blurred. That voice, you recognized that voice.

“Y/N?!”

That sweet, honey-like voice called you. Something in you warmed and the pain lessened. Like you were basking in the sun.

“Y/N!”

You shot up in bed, your legs tangled in the sheets. A cold sweat dripped down your face and that same smooth voice kept saying something, but your mind was still catching up and couldn’t process them, not right now. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and then there were hands cupping your face. Not those smooth hands in the romance novels, but hands with bravery and adventure etched into them. Hands that felt like home. Your eyes shot up to meet a pair of hazel ones. Azriel.

“You’re safe. I’m here, your safe. Your father can’t touch you anymore,” the shadowsinger whispered to you.

You nodded and leaned forward to wrap your arms around him. He reciprocated. You chased away the nightmare, remembering where you were. I’m here with Azriel. With Cassian, and Rhysand. With Rhys’s mother. Az saved you. Your arms tightened slightly around the shadowsinger, burrying your face into his muscular shoulder. His shadows curled around the both of you. His scent felt like home. The same scent that you had become familiar with every time you fell asleep, the one still lingering in the bedding when you woke up and he was gone off to train, with a promise to come back in time for dinner.

Sharing a bed with the Illyrian didn’t start right away, not on purpose. It just happened one night. Azriel never made it back to his own bed, instead he fell asleep comforting you from the same nightmare. Then it became purposeful, falling asleep and not returning to his own chambers. And one night the shadowsinger didn’t even bother finding his way into his own bed, Az just went straight to yours. You certainly didn’t mind and Rhys’s mother never said anything.

“Azriel?” You asked against his shoulder.

He placed the gentlest kiss to your temple. One that reminded you of a waltz you heard one day in Velaris. “Yes?”

You lifted your eyes to look at Az’s face. “What if I never fly again?” Your chest started heaving again. You broke away from the shadowsinger and looked away. It felt like someone had lit a fire inside you. Not one that someone makes to keep you warm on an incredibly chilly night, but a fire started out of malice, one to kill and destroy.

Azriel’s features became softer, contemplative if that was at all possible. “Impossible…because I’ll teach you.”

Your eyes shot up to his face. “Are you…certain? Do you not need to train? I don’t—”

“I would spend the rest of my life in that damned cell for you again, Y/N.” He paused. “Don’t think I wouldn’t teach you to fly. Unlike Cass and Rhys I remember learning. Both of them would tell you to just flap your wings. I understand the fears and mental blocks of being older.”

You let out the softest laugh, wiping a drop of sweat from your forehead. “Thank you, Azriel.”

He nodded in his silence, considering something a moment. Az stood from the bed, his pants sitting low on his hips as he disappeared into the washroom and reappeared a few moments later with a damp cloth. “May I?”

You nodded and he gently pressed the cool cloth to your forehead, making the sweat disappear as if it had never happened. His shadows flitted through your hair. Whispering to you. Care. Care. Care.

The shadowsinger tried to call them back, but they had a mind of their own, especially around you. You chuckled lightly. Silly little guys, acting like a bunch of toddlers. When Az decided he had done a sufficient job of wiping your face he pressed another kiss to your forehead before hanging the cloth to dry and returned.

You were lying down in the bed when he returned. He climbed in next to you before pulling you against him. You both fell asleep and slept soundly for the rest of the night.

The following day you went into Velaris with Rhysand’s mother to run a few errands. Her skills as a seamstress were impressive and she used it as an opportunity to occupy a portion of her time. You stopped at your favorite bakery to pick up a few things for dinner that evening. You also found a used book on diplomacy that was on sale. Rhys’s mother kindly bought it for you; well maybe more for Azriel’s shadow who seemed desperately intrigued with it. When you returned home, to your surprise, Trouble, More Trouble, and Too Much Trouble, were already there. (Nicknames you had aptly given to Azriel, Rhysand, and Cassian.)

Too Much Trouble grinned when he saw you and clapped his brother on the back. “This one here got us kicked out early today for starting not one, not two, but three fights. I mean he looked like death coming to collect souls for the next life. Don’t insult, Y/N!!”

“Shut up, Cassian,” Rhys said, giving a pointed look.

“You weren’t any use, Cassian,” Azriel growled back while shoving his brother’s hand away from his shoulder. Az had a black eye and dried blood along his cheek bone. He didn’t meet your gaze but his shadows happily slithered over to you. Protect, Protect, Protect, they whispered to you. Then you understood the shadows’ need to be near you, hovering. The reason why you had a shadow over your shoulder since Az saved you from your father. A form of protection, something to keep you safe, something to report back to the shadowsinger if you were in danger.

And that’s exactly what Azriel had done earlier that day. Defended you without remorse.

You glanced at Cassian who had a bruise on his jaw and then to Rhys who also had a black eye. Rhys’s mother looked far from pleased. “Cassian. Rhysand. Upstairs! Clean yourselves up.” Her gaze turned to the shadowsinger. “Azriel. Sit .” She announced as she put the bags down from your earlier trip to Velaris.

For all her softness, Rhys’s mother certainly had a sharpness to her not often seen. Rhys and Cass’s wings hung ever so slightly and only for a moment before they shifted again and they disappeared up the stairs. You followed them.

When you got to your room, you opened the book bought earlier that day and began reading on the bed. The sheets still smelled of him, of both of you. The shadow rested on your shoulder, appearing deeply engrossed in the words too. About fifteen minutes later you could hear the shadowsinger coming up the stairs. You knew it was him for the sole reason of his footsteps. You had learned how Azriel, Rhysand, and Cassian walked. The heaviness of their feet, the pace.

You could hear Az and Rhys out in the hall. “Your mom wants you,” is all you heard before Rhys is walking downstairs and the shadowsinger is walking into your room. You closed your book to look up at him.

“C’mon.” The shadowsinger stepped towards the small balcony and opened the doors. “You can’t learn to fly in here.”

“What,” you asked him, confused.

“You think I started the third fight for the fun of it?” Azriel asked, offering his hand out to you.

You only gave him a confused look, remaining on the bed.

He walked back towards the bed where you sat reaching for your boots. He knelt down on his knees. “Sure, the moron had it coming. That doesn’t change the fact that fighting with him for a third time got me the afternoon off to teach someone how to fly.”

Your mouth fell agape. “Azriel,” you admonished and a smile came over the shadowsinger’s lips before pulling on your boots. “I am perfectly capable of putting on my shoes, Az.”

He only offered you a hand after he tied them up. You took it before he swept you into his arms. You craved his embrace, more than so many other things. Azriel walked back towards the balcony and shot into the sky.

You never imagined how some people hate this, because Gods this felt good, felt like freedom. It reminded you of your childhood when you flew whenever you could, as if flying up into the sky might take you away from all of your problems. You just hoped the next time you flew it would be on your own wings.

Azriel landed in a clearing, gently placing you down on the ground carefully, to make sure you didn’t fall. “I want you to be careful. If anything hurts too—”

“I promise I’ll tell you,” you said to him with a nod.

“Is it…is it okay…okay if I touch your wings? For correction I mean? Should it be… necessary?” The shadowsinger asked from behind you, almost nervously. For good reason. The concept of touching someone’s wings without permission, in particular females, was beyond inappropriate.

You nodded, you could sense the shadowsinger behind you, observing your wings carefully. You could feel his eyes scanning up and down. “Azriel?” You asked quietly.

“I can’t say I am a healer and know the anatomy well, but perhaps we start at the beginning. Test the muscles, the ligaments.”

You nod, something feeling oddly intimate about the moment. You turn to face the shadowsinger whose face had contemplating written all over it.

“Try spreading them and tucking them in,” he said as you faced each other.

You nodded, spreading your wings as best you could. Mother above you hadn’t actually tried to do this in a while. You grimaced but managed to spread them, pushing them to your full extent, spreading your feet to offer you more balance.

A small smile of pride was clear on Azriel’s face. “Now fold inward.”

You did, slowly, afraid to tear or rip something in your wings. You couldn’t stop the smile when you folded inward with success.

“Good,” he said with a mild amusement in his eyes. “Try again.”

You spread your wings again, your muscles ached, but that was good. That meant they were there, that meant you had a chance.

Azriel’s eyes followed the movements, and cauldron boil him if your form wasn’t the most stunning thing he had ever seen. The shadowsinger had to put more concentration into not letting his knees buckle under him than he would like to admit. Beautiful. Stunning. Lovely. Beautiful, stunning. Lovely, his shadows whispered in his ear.

You pulled your wings shut rather than slowly closing them which caused you to lose your balance slightly, falling forward. Azriel reached out to catch you before you could land on the ground with a light amusement in his eyes before he suddenly realized how close in proximity you were to him.

You’d been this close before. By the Gods, you shared a bed every night, but something felt different. You gently rest your hands against the shadowsinger’s chest in silence.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly, hands shifting to cup either side of your face.

You looked up to see his face leaning down slightly. “Azriel.”

You don’t know who leaned in first, maybe Azriel, maybe you. It didn’t matter, because moments later the shadowsinger’s lips were on yours. They were sweet, and salty, and soft and warm. Like a warm biscuit on a cold night. Your fingers wound up in his hair before he pulled away. “Was that okay?”

His response was pulling your lips to his again, harder, more desperately like he had lived in a dry desert for centuries and you were a tiny pool of water in the middle of it all.

You returned to opening and closing your wings, building the muscle until it was as easy as walking, though it certainly felt like the cauldron was burning you alive when you woke up the following morning. But you couldn’t be bothered, you were going to fly again.

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#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #acotar fanfiction #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #2nd person pov #azriel x female!reader #azriel fluff #angst #rhysand acotar #cassian acotar #rhysand’s mother acotar #rhysand #cassian #rhysand’s mother #flashback

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xiao-come-home · 5 months

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stone faced anon (💫 anon if it's free) here; as someone who has a hyperfixation in IT and coding I also think it would be very funny if Boothill had an s/o who wasn't necessarily a mechanic but like a software engineer or just a real big nerd about coding or something. He'll be experiencing a malfunction or a memory leak and go "oh yeah this happens sometimes don't worry about it" and then 10 minutes later he's sitting down plugged into a laptop listening to his s/o rant about how terrible his code is (crack hc: boothill's code was written in javascript) and how it's a wonder he hasn't bricked* yet

Would also be mad funny if Boothill ever got hacked and his s/o basically says "no you're not" and uses a previously made system restore point or something because of course they would both use and design every feature imaginable to keep Boothill in control of his own body, can you imagine the stress that losing control would cause him?? Even better if whoever designed him originally intentionally left a backdoor incase he ever went against their orders and when they try to use it his s/o just goes "oh yeah I quarantined and encrypted all the old files related to that backdoor and whatever else you were planning on a partition as bait and personally rewrote every file and function involved since your code is *an actual crime against technology*. by the way i'm going to go ahead and format that partition i mentioned, boothill- we won't be needing anything on it now that we can trace whoever made it. trust me, this won't be happening ever again."

*(bricking is a term mostly used to refer to hardware that's been rendered basically completely nonfunctional and beyond saving by using it wrong, mostly by messing with system files. Kinda like how windows can't even repair itself if you delete the system32 folder. Though i guess you could still install it with a usb stick if you formatted your pc- i digress you get what I mean. also since this almost happened to me recently: if you manage to fill up a hard drive to the brim, with literally 0 bytes of space left, that bricks it. reminder to check your storage thoroughly and often!)

Honestly wow I read it all and I'm a little bit speechless 🥹 thank you 💫 anon, it was great 🙏

Boothill would DEFINITELY appreciate a s/o who's a tech savvy in general! I think at some point, he'd be pretty shocked you're so knowledgeable and just sit there, listening to you rant.. and just letting you do your thing.

Don't get me wrong, he definitely knows a lot about his body, his system and the way he works, but once you start to get in the zone and explain stuff to him, berate his code even, he just sits next to you, plugged in to your laptop, leaning his cheek against his hand listening to you like he obviously understands everything you say.

His other hand begins to gently play with a stand of your hair, humming deeply when the soft clicking sounds of your keyboard reach his ears; he twirls your hair with his fingers and chuckles, "mmm, really now?" Boothill raises an eyebrow, "encryptin' this, encryptin' that... How about we do somethin' more fun instead?" And then you shut him down from your laptop (😭).

Jokes aside, he'd feel very secure with you especially when he first got his new body, just knowing you'll probably fix a lot of things that could possibly blow up his face in no time, maybe even improve his life even more.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #boothill x reader #boothill hsr #boothill #.💫 anon #.anon thirst

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stars-by-the-pocketfuls · 2 months

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💫 30/07/24 💫 @rosekillermicrofic 💫 prompt: eyeliner 💫 word count: 156 words

Barty would’ve sold a kidney for tickets, or maybe killed someone, but luckily being the son of a politician meant having connections. And so by some stroke of luck, a friend of a friend of his father’s had taken him and Regulus to the Rosier’s concert. He couldn’t really believe it.

Even though it was two hours later, and they were finally playing the last song, he couldn’t truly believe that Evan fucking Rosier was less than a few metres away from where they were standing.

And then he turned, his hair fuzzy from the static and eyeliner melting down his face, and pointed at Barty. He was so close he could see the green gems in his rings, the glint of his silver snake bites. Evan grinned, and Barty knew there were a hundred people behind him, but it felt personal. It felt like Evan had saved that look just for him. And then. And then.

He honest-to-god blew a kiss. Right. At. Barty.

#Barty’s out there living the y/n life rn #marauders #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #rosekiller #rosekiller microfics #stars scrawls

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you said cum play and now i’m just thinking of carmen pumping you full then going down to get a taste of both of you, then leaning up to kiss you or spit in your mouth to give you a taste too, maybe gets a little amused when you ‘complain’ about how nasty he is because “you like it though, otherwise you wouldn’t let me 😋 now open your mouth baby” -💫

MY DEAR 💫 ANON HIII ( my deepest apologies for saving all your asks so that I can write the nastiest blurbs later when I’m free from ochem…)

Oh god I think about him eating you out after he’s cum inside of you so often like AHHH. He’d collect some cum on his tongue before coming back up to spit in your open mouth.

“Carm— you’re so gross sometimes,” you complain after swallowing. He’s already back in between your legs, looking up at you.

“Gross, huh?” He nips at the skin of your thigh, making you jump. “If it’s so gross why do you beg for me to cum down your throat when you’re sucking me off?”

“Um…” you blush, looking away from his gaze.

“That’s what I thought,” Carmy mutters before putting his mouth back on you.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fanfiction #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut #brain rot

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astropookie · 1 year

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astro thoughts 🏇🌈✨💫🍳

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH ❤️ even though it’s almost July

disclaimer: I didn’t check my orthography

i hate it but what’s trying to tell me the universe. my friend reminds me of my mom 😭 kill me pls. she have sun 11H, she worries a lot about how others understand what she saids, what others may think of her. she wants to be peaceful but at the same time she have moon in scorpio so she’s struggling and she have a certain opinion about others based on the first impression or what made more impact -negative? idk. now I feel judge -I think it’s my anxiety-. Update: i said what was bothering me to her and everything is said, I’m proud of me, I’m in peace, she responded in a understanding manner. I can breath.

the degree of your ascendant says ALOT, not only about the physical appearance. it could point out even your career, how’s focused your life, how you react…now that I think about it, it’s like an ascendant in your ascendant pc (but if it confused you ignore it).

for example, my friend have gemini degree in his ascendant, he’s doing his major in communication, his family is full of artists and specially musicians, so he grew up knowing how to play every music instrument, it’s like breathing to him, music. he’s used to it and he express himself by composing and being curious, wanting to know about this and that. other example: my other friend has a gemini rising but I was thinking “there’s something that’s missing” 👀 the leo degree of course. he be slayyiing💅 he’s sassy. he knows what he wants and people always be wanting him not the other way around 🙄 he’s like purr stunning gurl 💋

the same friend told me the other day that his first impression of me was or exactly what he thought: “you don’t want to mess with her” “I wouldn’t mess with her ever”. he told me I remembered him of maddy of euphoria -I gave him the idea bc I didn’t understand and he agreed-. Ascendant - Saturn aspects make you look like a bad bitch, like they’ll kick your ass if you don’t do what they tell you, THEY ARE. The structure of their face is also bony. They look like they’re mad, like they’re on their way and if you step there you’re dead: karmic. The jawline, omg, is sharp, it could cut you.

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Also, bc Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, Capricorn ascendants and saturn-ascendant aspects share characteristics but are not the same? Capricorn risings have this cheekbones that are so sensual and even if they age, the cheekbones are still there, what you notice first is that. What they share is the intimidating aura strangers perceive. In different levels or forms I believe.

Dakota Johnson Gisele Bündchen

TWO QUEENS THAT I CANT FINISH TO DESCRIBE HOW THEIRE SO ETHEREAL BEAUTIFUL STUNNING ICONIC AND INFINITE THINGS MORE

I have Mars in Retrograde. I don’t know what bothers me until I explode or until I go to my psychologist. I minimize what bothers me and save it all in the back, so then my brain will hurt. I don’t figure out or notice when something bothers me bc I don’t think is a big deal or that’s a joke, but even if it’s a joke I can still not like it -a side note-. You’ll find me realizing later what was bothering me and then struggling to tell people how I really felt when they did THAT something.

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when the kid’s mercury is sextile Saturn’s dad (synastry: mercury sextile saturn), it means the dad communicates with their child as a way of teaching, caring about them. through their communication, they share childhood stories, experiences of any type and what they have learned about them, what they have observed. trough their talking they share their wisdom. the father have all the attention of their kid when he opens his mouth. the kid somehow knows something important is about to be said or they admires their dad that much.

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Leo moons 5H + aries degree can be pretty egoist, they could lost themselves in the idea of something, of having it. Also they don’t think, twice letting themselves be carried by the emotion that idea gives them. They’re in their pretty little world of fun but they are not looking what’s happening to others, they’re hungry for their passion. I HAVE TO TELL: not everyone with these placements are like this and blablabla -the same thing I say for precaution- AND I had something, it’s not even something 🙄 I had nothing with these placement k? but it gives you an explanation for my attitude. STILL, I think I gotta mention some of the synastry so it’ll make sense. In another time bc I don’t want to waste my energy in that -and don’t want to-.

Saturn in opposition with Uranus aspect makes the individual stay in the doubt. They’re stanched while they keep analyzing the pro and cons of the situation they want to start/be part. Even if someone extern try to help, they’ll be doubting more.

Virgo moons are just so wholesome ☹️❤️ They want to help. they’re always doing something. they want the best for you. they care of others as if they take care of themselves but better, sadly. they work too much they need a rest but they know they’ll be anxious of doing nothing. they’re just pure souls. they’re so kind. always helping in a ONG/organization that helps needed ones.

Aquarius mercury always have something to say, they’re always right 🙄 even though they say it’s comprensible and natural that everyone have their own beliefs I don’t believe them. I think they think their mindset is better and everyone should follow it. LIKE GURL WTF I know you think you are wise and shit and you’ve passed through experiences that made you learned and that inspired you to tell them to others BUT let others make mistakes and be wrong, let others don’t be like you, there’s the beauty. I always find them criticizing others for their manners, as if they have lived the same way you did.

I don’t believe/trust? in libras, yeah ok may be that my sun is in libra but not my whole chart. That’s what I’m talking about, with that last sentence I’m gaslighting you 💌 how tf you believe in libras when they don’t tell the truth directly I CANT. With my honesty I gotta mention that my libra sun appear when I don’t want to ruin something that benefits me, when I don’t know the person and I try my best, to my sag/scorpio/aquarius placements to not appear. They always keep something in their minds, they don’t tell you all, they keep to themselves some part, could be to not hurt you, doesn’t benefits them or whatever. a friend with moon in libra degree and another with libra moon: I always want them to say what they want, they can’t. I want to squish the hell out of them bc I can’t too😭🔪

Ceres 3H is a good placement for a psychologist. How they motivate others using their minds, that easily absorbs and process/analyses experiences and knowledge, to finally find a solution depending on the case -of the patient-, so it’ll be suitable. When they help others, their communication keeps improving with time. More experience = better. Still, it’s natural.

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❀ Based on my personal experience.

❀ English is not my first language.

❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

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adornedwithlight · 3 months

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💫 HTML for pretty colors tutorial 💫

Hello sweet beans! Since my last tutorials have been yeeted into oblivion with deactivating my previous blog @/benkeibear I figured I repost them onto here! (Mind you, my old blogs are ahead)

I'm lowkey shocked to see blogs gatekeeping this knowledge but yeah. Make your blog pretty! Match your text to dividers or just have it as colorful as you'd like!

First of all, you can not do this on the mobile app! You need to either use a laptop or your phone / tablet's internet browser (in my case safari)

You start by logging into your account and either you make a post or you edit a post. I recommend making the post on the app first because editing is certainly faster & easier!

This is our starting point! For the fancy fonts you can use messletters

1. I will now log into tumblr on my web browser and click on "edit this post".

2. You then have to click on the little gear icon in the top right corner to change the settings on your post.

3. There you have to click on "rich text" to change it to "HTML"

Your post should now look like this:

A quick rundown on html.

You always start with a letter or code in brackets. to end what you're doing it's </>. The slash signals the end.

P= paragraph and to end

I= italics and to end

b= bold and to end

Now tumblr will automatically do this for you if you made a text bold/in italics on your mobile post but to keep this tutorial simple i left that out here. You can always edit your text in the app after! Just not the color.

And as you see, the fancy text is now in coding. But we get to that later!

To colorize your text it's easiest to just use this website as it gives you lots of options!

1. First i will be choosing the option of "solid color" and you can then put in the hex code of your desired color into the color box.

2. In the top box you will have to put the text you will color - for this tutorial it's "Testing"

3. Then you copy the box HTML code and paste it into tumblr where your word(s) are. Do not remove the and in front and after your word/ sentence!

4. For the sake of this tutorial I marked the html code for colors in pink and the words in blue

Your code will now look like this:

For the gradient you can simply choose horizontal gradient or three colored gradient on the website above and copy/paste the html text.

Mind you that every single letter will get its own color code now so the word gradient suddenly looks very long in html.

If you save the post it will now look like this!

Important to know is that you can color the fancy text only solid as the website can not color it as it is and putting the letter codes in the box above does not work either.

To color the fancy letters you simply copy the color code instead of the whole text - which looks like this:

Don't forget to add behind the word/the codes you're coloring to signal that this is where the color stops! If you forget to add it, nothing will be colored.

If you decide you still want to have the fancy lettering in multiple colors you have to color letter code by letter code manually like this:

(I made a very poor choice on 2 different greens but oh well)

If you'd like to change your text, you can always do that on the mobile app like you usually would. You just can't change the color unless it's into a default color. But you can still change the size or make it bold for example.

Anyhoot, this is the whole magic behind html. It's a lot and might be very complicated at first but you will eventually get the hang of it! Took me weeks and hours until someone sat me down and went through it step by step.

If you have any questions or something doesn't work as you thought it would please don't hesitate to reach out - I'm always happy to help!

#dividers by adornedwithlight #blog resources #writing resources #tumblr tutorial #html tutorial #gradient text #gradient text tutorial #gradient tutorial

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nixylubouv · 1 year

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💫Writing Prompt #62

After years of working together, Hero and Sidekick fall in love and get married. Sidekick is a gentle soul and Hero is all for fighting in the name of justice, a perfect golden couple. During one fateful fight against the villains, Sidekick sacrifices themselves to save Hero.

The last thing they remember is Hero’s distraught face, clutching their body close and begging them not to die. Sidekick ‘awakens’ years later, finding out that Hero had managed to revive them somehow. Sidekick is grateful for the second chance with their beloved, and doesn’t question it when Hero insists they stay at home and rest. Everything seems picture perfect, but Sidekick starts to notice long stretches of time when Hero disappears. Hero’s increasing persistence that Sidekick not look at news from the outside world is getting suspicious. On a day Hero is away, Sidekick manages to contact their old friend. Since Hero’s death, there’s a terrifying new Supervillain in town. They utterly annihilated the old group of villains and now reign supreme. Sidekick is horrified, insisting that they and Hero should come and stop this. Their friend is silent for a while before hesitantly saying, “….Sidekick. Hero is Supervillain.”

#hero #villain #sidekick x villain #heros and villains #sidekick #villain x sidekick #hero x sidekick #Supervillain #Sidekick may have stayed the same #But Hero sure hasn’t #writing inspiration #writing prompt #story prompt #prompt #Turns out when your soulmate is murdered in front of you #even the noblest people have the capacity to go insane

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cali-kabi · 4 months

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~ sharing some info/art of my oc Eamon <3💜💫✨I haven’t talked about him on tumblr yet time for me to do so ;w; he’s my first Kirby oc I ever created back in Mid-Spring 2020 :)✨his birthday is October 16, he was born on the planet called La Cométe. He speaks both English and French ^^ During the late end of the war with the dark matters and ninjas. One day, A fiery Dark Matter was in a fight with Eamon. He burned Eamon’s right wing with his fire magic during the process and grabbed him really tight, he threw Eamon in the river. Eamon use his telekinesis to break free and make the Fiery Dark Matter throw him to the river near by to save himself.. He almost lost his wing since that day. Eamon was a bit depressed because he thought he could do better and the fact he lost to a fiery dark matter, one of the most dangerous creatures/monsters out there! (He was one of the leaders of the Lunar Star Warrior Army, so this was pressuring him so much ;0;) Some months later, He traveled through some planets. During his trip he met Aria a fairy from SweetsStar. They talked a lot and became friends. She told him not to be so paranoid about Dark Matters even after the war is over and gave him confidence to return to his home planet ;w;🌟for those who saw him the first time years ago yes I did redesign him it’s not that much difference I gave him a turquoise gem on his mask xD💜you can send asks about him if you like I’m open <3🌟💫

#my art #sydney’s art #meta knight #meta knight oc #kirby ocs #puffball oc #kirby fanart #digital art #kawaii artist #this took me ages I’m not best at ref sheets xD 🌟💫#fan character #original character #Eamon #kirby superstar #my oc art #my oc stuff #kirby right back at ya

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sweet-honey-tears · 9 months

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Sugar Doesn't Rot

. Shinso x GN!Reader

Reader is kidnapped and Shinso saves them

Hello! This was a request from one of you beautiful people! I hope you like it 💫

Warning: Mention of blood, bruises

Anyone who didn't know you would probably be concerned about how much sugar you ingested. Hell, Shinso once saw you open three sugar packets and pour them straight into your mouth, watching how your body shivered in likely disgust. It was like a daily vitamin for you. You had your healthy everyday gummies, some Vitamin D, allergy pill, whatever else, and then at least three sugar packets. Not counting the ones you'd ingest later before training, or in the middle of training.

Your quirk allowed you unbelievable speed, but at the cost of sugar or really the glucose produced (I don't know biology please don't kill me if this doesn't make sense). You could run almost a mile in your first UA years, close to topping Lida's best speed. That was until you inevitably crashed. Body collapsing into a tired delirious state. In one instance going cold, and becoming lightheaded- your sugar level had dropped too fast for you to even notice and stop.

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“ Hero Photo at your service!'' Your hero name, to your absolute corny pleasure, was short for photosynthesis. A joke about how your body turned the sugar into liquid fuel like a plant— Shinso smiled lightly when you told him the reason why you chose such a name. “I don't want some poor parents having to worry about their toddler downing sugar packets because they see a hero do it. So, let's just make them think I get my energy from the sun!”

“Ironic considering the amount of vitamin D I see you take.”

“Oh shut it Shinso!”

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Shinso smiled warmly at you from across the table. The warmth of the morning light on you causing an ethereal glow as you pour what you had believed to be sugar into your hot coffee. But the twisted look on your face and splash of coughing told him otherwise. A wicked smirk playing on his lip, “Salt?”

“Shut it!”

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Curled up with him under a blanket, your face puzzled as you stared at the half-completed sudoku puzzle. Shinso watched you with a lazy smile as you filled in more squares. It was one of the hardest puzzles in the book. He'd need to get you another one, maybe as a gift? Your birthday was too far away and he wanted to get you one of the stupidly hard wooden 3D puzzles he saw on YouTube. He remembers the stars in your eyes as you watched the man struggle to open it.

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“Go in around the back. Denki along with Uraraka takes the left flank. Uraraka you'll lift the metal materials in the air and ensure they don't touch you or any civilians. Denki, try and channel your spark to hit the metal scraps as a conductor. While that goes on-” Shinso watched from the back of the room as you schooled the loud, irritating Bakugou on his battle plan.

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“What?”

“They were taken, not sure by who, likely (Enter Villians, maybe Lov? Up to you).”

“When.”

“Three days ago”

Shinso was silent, Aizawa watching him, his fingers twitching as he waited for his student to crack. “Why wait so long to tell me?” It wasn't a fair question and Shinso knew that. While sections of people knew you were an item, larger ones didn't. And there wasn't a reason to tell him of your disappearance, he was only a student.

“Their quirk, we know you know more about it.” Aizawa scuffled lightly, regardless of your ranking, you were still a student and a child no less. How did they not know more about your quirk? Or did they not care to learn about you?

“We know they use sunlight-”

“No” Shinsos voice was strained, anger washing through him. “Their quirk evolves around sugar”

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You rested, eyes closed in the darkness of the room. Pitch dark, not even possible to see your body that rested tied in the chair. Your body felt stiff and sore, bruises forming on your pale cheeks and ribs from the beatings. No, the lack of light didn't affect your quirk, your immune system, and overall emotions, yes. It was like a void, a cold room where you questioned if your icey body even was touching the wooden chair. But the lack of food played heavily. Regardless, even if your captors were right about the darkness, the lack of food would weaken anyone. Your body, after all the training and muscle growth, needed more food.

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Drool dribbled from the corner of your mouth, body slumped in exhaustion. It took too much energy to even close your mouth.

Another day, another unanswered question, another beating. Every once in a while they'd ask a question you would know an answer to, but even then said you were clueless. How many days have you been in this room? The lack of light messed up your clock, to where time felt pointless. You struggled to latch onto hope. Days must have passed, and you were feeling closer and closer to death. Withdrawing from your superfood, sugar, torturing your body. You had never gone so long without it. And for a moment, you wondered if your body could. Your mind flashed to the doctors telling you to ingest as much as you could, the irrigation in their voice as they backtracked on every once of advice they had ever given. “Your energy, not just your quirk, depends on it.” interesting… You were so young when you heard that information, and you only remember it now.

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10 days. Shinso rested in the car, body stiff and tense. Eyes set on the headrest in front of him. Eye hollow, yet filled and swirled with sickening fear and anguish.

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12 days. The door swung open, shining blinding light onto you. A high-pitched cry left your chapped lips as it flashed your unprepared eyes. It felt like your skin was melting at its harshness. As though it was a flame held up to your skin. “Y/N '' a voice nearly screamed. Your head swirled up, vision blinded by the light and head now pounding, what little energy you had straining. “In-show?” your small voice cracked. Swollen tongue struggling to say the name. “I'm here! I'm here! I got you!”

Shino's eyes watered lightly at your appearance. Pale, you were sickly pale. Your hair was greasy, which he cared little about, except that it seemed matted with blood. Your cheeks were bruised and your eyes sunk in. And you were cold, so cold.

Then you cried, whimpering out in vain as you tried to grasp onto him once free. He held you close, your two bodies resting on the ground for a second as he cradled your frail self. “I love you - I love you” he repeated into your hair, not caring at the smell or cracked blood.

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You lay in the hospital bed, sugar packets and sugar bags splayed open. You looked healthier and more alive. Your colors coming back and your bruises slowly fading. Shinso sat beside you, fingers carefully rubbing your hand. Too worried to fully hold your hand due to the red marks you received from struggling in your binds. “I love you,” you whispered out through cracked lips.

Shinso smiled, leaning down to kiss you until you moved your head away. “N-no.” He froze, fear raking his body. You must have felt it, the sudden tension in his body, and quickly you spoke. “My- my lips are cracked and- and I smell awful.” he won't lie, you kind of did. You smelt like a sterilized hospital room, like the cheap but effective soap the infirmary used. He cocked an eyebrow and laughed slightly.

“And I'm supposed to care?”

“Sh-shut it!”

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Azawia leaned into the small area you two shared, making sure both of you were okay. The image of Shinso's red eyes and angered face never leaves his mind. How he carried your nearly limp body in his arms, your skin bruised and the usual smirk you so often had gone and replaced by a busted lip. But now, instead, he found you nuzzled into Shinso’s shoulder. The lanky male hunched over your bed, arms wrapped tightly around you as he buried his face into your hair. Azawia looked away and walked out of the medical wing, his body finally relaxing. You both where safe, you both were okay

#bnha headcannons #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha writing #fluff #bnha requests #🪴request/ questions🪴#hitoshi shinso x y/n #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #mha shinso x reader #shinsou headcanons #shinso hitoshi #my hero academia shinsou

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