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[ghostlyferrettarot]

💌♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚Pick A Card: Your love story with your future spouse 💌♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

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💌♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ Pile 1: 🀢🀣🀦🀤 Cards: 5 of Swords – The Tower – 2 of Cups – Knight of Wands – Justice – The Star.

Okay pile 1, you and your future spouse are starting off with a strange energy. There's some competition in the air. It's giving enemies to lovers, and Maxton Hall vibes (go watch it if you haven't ;)). There's strife, friction, a vibe of intellectual, professional, or ego rivalry. You may work together, have opposing opinions on everything, or you may simply not be able to stand each other because there's too much tension… emotional and other 👀. The Tower appears when something crucial happens between you. A heated argument, an unexpected confession, a situation that completely breaks the impression you had on eachother, etc. Whatever happens, it makes you see each other with new eyes. Something falls apart, and underneath there are feelings (even if you two dont want to admit it at first, i see you guys but it will be undeniable). There's vulnerability in this, like a "oh no… I like you" situation. This person will truly see you because you two are so much alike, you have the same fire as them. And then, without knowing how, you're sharing something real. Fights now end in laughter. Or kisses. Or both 👀. Justice shows me that you're learning to balance each other. That you're both intense, yes, but you're also learning to admire each other. To trust. To build. And the Star is pure healing. This bond transforms you. You don't just love each other: you polish each other, you elevate each other, you truly understand each other. You're going to have to swallow your pride. But it's completely worth it. It's giving rom-com, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bridgerton (season 2 specially).

💌♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ Pile 2: 🀢🀣🀦🀤 Cards: 6 of Cups – 3 of Swords – The Lovers – Death – King of Cups – Temperance.

This story has HISTORY, I feel like this is some past energy. You and your future spouse have met before. Maybe it was young love, crushes that didn't quite work out, or someone with whom things just didn't align. There was a breakup. It hurt. Maybe you each went your separate ways, believing you'd get over it. Spoiler pile 2: you didn't get over it 🙃, and that's for the best. Maybe it was someone you met briefly and never forgot, or the other way around. Or even someone from another life. Something forced you to let go before your time. And it wasn't fair. It wasn't the ending you deserved. BUT. Fate didn't forget you. The Lovers mark the reappearance of this person. The reunion. Maybe years later. Maybe when you didn't even expect it. But love returns. And with the Death card, the energy changes radically, this time you are not the same. This time you choose each other with maturity. With awareness. And believe me, this reunion is no coincidence, it's karmic. You are not who you were. And that's good. Now you're ready. The King of Cups represents a wise, present, deep love. And Temperance is the calm after the storm. This relationship becomes a refuge. A safe space. A form of love that only exists when you've known pain and decided to heal with each other. Sometimes the timing isn't right… until it is. And then, everything falls into place as if it was always meant to be. Something that's coming to mind while i'm channeling is the movie Love Rosie, so I feel like that's the kind of story you two will have. Maybe this is a friend of yours as well, someone close.

💌♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ Pile 3: 🀢🀣🀦🀤 Cards: The Fool – 4 of Wands – The World – Ace of Cups – Wheel of Fortune – Queen of Pentacles.

PILE 3 I'm really screaming, your romance that seems straight out of a book. This is the kind of story where you wake up one day, go about your routine like any other, and suddenly, you meet someone who completely changes the course of your life. It's that powerful energy. You're entering a new phase. Maybe you just moved, quit a job, decided to live for yourself. You're exploring, growing. And then, without even looking for it… they appear. A person who looks at you as if they've known you before. ITS GIVING SOULMATES SO HARD. You might meet at a wedding, a party, a ceremony… or even through someone else. Either way, there's an IMMEDIATE vibe of "why do I feel like I already know you?" This connection is cosmic. This person celebrates you. They're with you. They don't want to change you or rescue you: they want to see you shine. There are synchronicities everywhere, like repeated numbers, "chance" encounters, phrases that repeat themselves in your dreams. Maybe you already met them in dreams, or your higher selves have already met. With this person, you feel free, accepted, safe. The Wheel of Fortune screams to me: this is destiny. You didn't plan it. But you can't avoid it. And the Queen of Pentacles shows a stable love, the kind that is built day by day, with care, with mate in the morning and massages after a long day. With this person, you will build a beautiful life, with roots. There is emotional security, stability, and a love so real it brings peace. This is "I saw it and I knew it." It's your home in the form of a person pile 3.

💌♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚Thank you for reading and let me know if it resonated!💌♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

[francislangdon]

10, 29, or 31

10. things you said that made me feel like shit / 31. things you said right before goodbye

Mel doesn’t mean to— she doesn’t want to— she’s not this type of person, usually— But right now…

She’s just so horribly envious.

She has learned, in twenty eight years, that most of her desires are out of her reach. Usurious things that need to be tamped down, deep, before they impede her ability to function. If she had to bear the weight of everything she wants and can not, can not, have— It would be crushing. She would fold underneath it all.

Frank Langdon fits right into that box. He’s the latest in a line of things that are decidedly not Mel’s. She can work with him, and stare, and pine, but there’s— distance.

They’re friends, she would say. Good friends, even. Close enough that they’re out for lunch on a day off. You’ll like this place, he’d said, when he brought it up at work. He likes forcing her to do things she wouldn’t normally, like karaoke with their coworkers, or impromptu mini golfing on a weekend, or taking her to hole in the wall restaurants because They have the best street tacos, Mel.

Frank moves like a whirlwind, picking her up and leaving her unsteady and untethered, floating in the air until he decides to bring her back down. It’s unfair, sometimes. He slots so nicely into her empty spaces, all warmth and understanding, the type of connection she’s always yearned for and never quite been able to grasp. She still can’t grasp him.

Frank slips right out of her hands at all the wrong times.

He’s here with her, eating too many of her tortilla chips, probably because she always lets him, leaning into her personal space like he wants— wants it too, like they’re on the same page— and then he’s, all of a sudden, very far away from Mel.

His phone rings and Frank’s attention snaps like a rubber band, harsh against her wrist, a welt in its wake. He answers immediately, and Mel doesn’t have to wonder who it is. She can tell from the soft tone in his voice.

“Hi, baby, what’s up?”

Mel bites hard on the inside of her cheek, expression neutral. Or maybe he’ll mistake her grimace for concern.

“Oh fuck, are you okay? Are the kids— Okay, okay, calm down, Abs, tell me where you are…Alright, I’ll be there, okay, love you too. I’ll be right there, baby.”

Mel sucks in a breath when he hangs up the phone. “Is…is everything okay?”

He flicks his eyes towards her, a little vacant, like he’d forgotten she was there. He shakes his head, “Abby was gonna take the kids to the mall, but they got a flat tire on the freeway. I’ve gotta go change it for her.”

“Oh,” Mel says, carefully. “Of course. I’m glad she’s alright.”

“Yeah, she’s close by at least. Last year she was taking a trip to see her sister in New York. On the way back her engine stalled right outside of Shippensburg and I had to drive, like, three hours in the middle of the night to pick her up,” he says this half laughing, fond in retrospect.

Mel’s going to be sick with jealousy. The last time she had car major problems, she was moving across the country with Becca. Her father had just died, and Mel had to take care of the dregs of his estate. It was going to take a full two days to drive all the way from Lansing back to Seattle, where she was going to school. They broke down somewhere halfway through. Becca had a melt down, crying and screaming at Mel while she desperately tried to figure out what was wrong with the car, smoke coiling out of the hood. Mel had nearly broke down herself, hot tears slipping down her cheeks, with no one to call.

The thought of Frank, willing and capable, a phone call away—

Not for the first time, Mel thinks of Abby Langdon and resentment brews in her stomach, all the way up her chest until she’s sure it must be all over her face.

Frank pulls away from their table, patting down his pockets for his wallet and keys, absently tossing a twenty down for their meal. Mel wants, avariciously, to tell him not to leave. It’s ridiculous.

“Hey,” he says, catching her eye, like he sees all the way through her, “You good?”

That’s the worst part, the one that really leaves her self piteous, riddled with greed. Frank is a perfect friend, really, but— for all that she wants him— is not hers.

“Yes,” Mel murmurs, “Just… worried for Abby. Let me know how it goes.”

He smiles at her, “I’ll tell her you were worried. Sorry we had to cut this short, by the way. Rain check?”

“For sure.”

“You’re the best, Mel. I’ll see you.”

She waits until he turns out of the building to press her head pathetically against the sticky table.

Wanting is a horrible thing. Mel would cut it out of herself, surgically, if it meant she didn’t have to feel like shit every time Frank says goodbye.

[nothing-leave-me-alone]

I see so much of Seeker culture barely anything for others so here's a mixed bag of headcanons for cybertronian cultures

Bots naturally born in Crystal city or praxus to have either an iridescent or pearlescent finish to their paint. Either through parents code or from hot spots. It helps them blend with the crystal flora of their city. It's hard, nearly impossible to cover it. Prowl looks like a cop lost a bet with his 5yr old daughter so his alt is SHIMERRYYYY

Wing speak for grounders is VASTLY diferent than fliers. It's more jerky and harsh. slamming against their backs, rolling the windows up and down or the sound of the handle or lock. Imagine the acoustic diference of singing german to Spanish.

Door wings have very little sensors in contrast to seekers. Grabbing them has less cultural meaning to them. It's even a popular way to have your kid hold on.

Shuttles don't have wing speak, sadly it was lost to time. But they are masters of bio light and em field reading. It's helpful for a frame type that spends so much time so far from eachother to be able to communicate at a distance.

Shuttle sparklings almost never use their magnets. Shuttle flights are usually too harsh as they leave the atmosphere so they usually stay inside their creators compartment

Many people see praxus and vos as sister cities despite the wide diferences. It's recorded that door wings and seeker wings developed around the same time and place and the seekers floating city simply drifted away, but many things remain.

Bots are infact born medics naturally but this just means they have extra sensors in their optics and hands and extra repair databanks. Any bit can become a medic through frame alteration and study. the council discourages this.

Medics are stereotyped as caregivers but not partners. Social norm paints them as those who help at the hot spots but don't get to raise a family of their own. They are thought to be married to their job by primus's will

'miner' frames are actually just a sub type of grounder war frame, made to survive the many tunnels and caves of cybertron. They developed thicker plates and underground sensors, they usually have poor optic sight. It was simply convenient to reliable them as workers once there wasn't a nerd for more soldiers.

There are very few aquatic bots in cybertron as the planet has very little in terms of "sea" it has a few, deep cold patches of coolant that keep primus frame cold. Most aquatic alts are feral or cold constructed

The rust sea is a vast dessert of uncharted territory. The bots here are nearly 80% feral, there's rumors that some harsher sub categories of the standards live deep in the sands due to wild hot spots adapting.

Transport frames are trucks, trains, busses, cargo ships and planes. The diference is their size class.

When optimus was Orion he was a light weight class transport frame, he became a heavy weight as optimus. had to learn the etiquette for honking his now louder horn and to control his smoke output

Two wheelers are often looked down apoun as weak and as a snobby alt.

Speedster frames like blurr and Mirage and knockout originate from velocitron. The city has very harsh beauty standards. Even one kilo more makes you overweight, being slow is a social blunder. (ozempoc knockout from the comics haunts me FUCK YOU MEAN BLURR IS FAT?! "

I'll give it to bayverse... I love how their cybertronian sounds. Cybertronian accents don't sound melodic to humans, it makes the alredy foreign sounds of cybertronian sound even more like machinery, seeker ant is a lot of engine whistles, tones, and fans.

If optimus spoke with his accent from when he was Orion his cybertronian would sound like granite being driven over slowly. Megatron thinks its lovely.

When starscream speaks seekercant his voice dosent change it's scratching but it somehow sounds right now. Like how people sound off until they speak their language. Megatron hates to admit it sounds lovely

Kaon is the Gotham of cybertron. At least rent is low. Or zero is you are owned.

Train alts speak similarly to shuttles and both types consider the other their land/sky cousins.

[iwillsendapostcard]

Ok, but now give me weeks of indifference.

Give me Robert learning that there's more to life than Aaron, more places in the village he can go other than his (ex)husband's side. Give me Rob re-learning his roots, making new connections, reminding people who he is and showing who he has grown into.

Give me avoidance. Getting up and leaving when the other comes into the cafe, into the shop. Changing the subject, moving plans, staying in. Give me "oh look my phone is ringing; gonna go stand a long way over there so I can answer it in private".

Give me one stolen glance. One held gaze.

Give me eyes looking from their very corners. A neck turned so fast a tendon snaps. Lingering at the bar because it's where he goes on a Friday after work and it feels nice to just be able to look at him. See that he's ok. That one of them, at least, is still breathing.

And, when it all comes crashing down, give me "how could you think I could forget us", "it drove me mad having you so close and yet not with me", "I wanted you for so long, I'll never let you go again"...

Give me, "don't you know that I'm suffocating without you?"

And give it to me now.

[theotherrookie]

"They never do. I don't get why adults are like that with kids." Erica grumbled, "Well, that served him right. He should be thankful he can still see other people holding mops or anything else. I used to scratch those who picked on isolated survivors."

She tried liking everybody, but she simply couldn't stomach bullies. They should be better people if they didn't want their butts kicked.

"Oh, I just dress comfy for myself and for Smokey. He used to sleep in the hole on my back, but I don't have it anymore. So we need pockets now." Erica explained, "Oh, I see! Russell always gets in trouble, uh? But I'm glad he's going to be okay."

She scratched at the tip of her ear as she tried to recall anything about the accident Travis had mentioned. "Hey, Willow, how long have we known Russell?"

Willow, of course, provided an answer without hesitation. "Rook met Russell about six years ago. However, the accident in question was never mentioned to me, which might imply she isn't aware of that particular misadventure. It isn't the sort of topic one would so casually discuss with a person they only recently met."

Rook would have definitely brought it up at some point. The topic of Russell's ability to get in dangerous situations and narrowly escaping it had been discussed often over the years and neither had been able to provide an explanation on how he managed to do that.

"And I met him later because I was still figuring stuff out after Willow found a way to reverse my zombieness."

"We were all very busy at the time." Willow said, leaning back, "To think I was only two years old then. Time really does fly outside the matrix."

"You know, we could watch that show together." Erica offered, "It'd be the first time for me!"

Rook stopped to look around while the pocket kept shifting to create a suitable way out of there.

"That would become unbearable quickly. The first thing I did when I learned there was a way to interact with this place was removing the echo." Rook said, "I really didn't have a great time the first time I got stuck in here. It took mum half a day to notice I was missing."

"I only had control over a limited portion of this place. Chick had to keep busy rearranging all my supplies." Veronica added.

But of course, everything had changed when Rook had retrieved one of their lost books from the clutches of the Brotherhood. They finally had access to a powerful tool that made their activities far easier and were a bit closer to unlocking other hunting techniques previously lost to time.

The last few blocks fell into place just as Bill was sent off to enjoy the panoramic view. Veronica figured she would make herself useful while they waited for Rook to tend to her business and shifted her focus to keeping their surroundings stable while they lingered there.

"Alchemy has always been one of our strongest suit. I dare say Erika has a natural talent for it." Veronica said, pride evident in her tone.

Rook wasn't feeling particularly proud of herself, but still managed a small nod. "I'm alright. I see you guys found my pile of gold without the rainbow. Do you want some?"

The coin shined and felt like the real deal. It was made of gold of the highest quality and with both sides decorated with a crude rendition of a bird's foot.

Rook went ahead and dug up a candy scoop she then used to fill a small bag with coins under Lucien's very intrigued gaze. She closed the bag by pulling the strings at the sides, then offered it to Antonio.

"I've got plenty to spare. I really don't mind."

"The one he picked might be worth more than the entire pile, dear."

"Let me splurge, mum. I'm trying to ignore my feelings right now."

Unable to resist to the shiny himself, Lucien quietly took the scoop from her and started filling another bag for himself.

"Oh, please, don't make compliments." Rook said, nudging him with her boot.

"Get off my back. I can make a lovely pendant for Russell with these." The half fae hastily pushed back with his arm, before scooping up a few more coins.

"Then they wonder why kids hate schools." Erica grumbled, "I bet they still tell the story of what you did! That guy must be scared of mops too now."

It still wasn't as satisfying as the guy getting skewered or having the mop broken over his head, but it was enough to get the point across.

"You hardly have the need to go unnoticed, Travis. One look at you is enough to discourage many from trying their luck." Willow pointed, "Erica was raised to hunt. It's only natural for her to be conspicuous despite her wardrobe."

"Yeah, sometimes I scare people by accident." Erica confirmed. Perhaps that choice of words was by accident as well. "If those were the second and third, what was the best news you got?"

"The afterlife is extensive. However, she most likely wouldn't mind making an attempt." Willow reassured, "Mother likes you as well as your brothers. That means her usual attentions will be extended to you all as well."

The need for closure would move the ghost lady most of all. Veronica would have agreed in a heartbeat, if only she still had a heart.

Willow considered her options, before tapping into the radio again. The car lacked the charm and bite of the real deal, but she hoped Travis was familiar with KITT. She hated wasting a good reference.

"Come on, Travis! You can't leave me hanging like this. I'm a marvelous car, but I can't do all the heavy lifting myself. That's your specialty."

Erica's ears perked up. "I know that voice! It's that talking car who hung out with that guy from SpongeBob!"

Willow smiled as she tossed her hair back, "I felt like going for a classic this time."

It seemed like these were typical shenanigans between the two of them.

The pocket dimension was very barren, but was far from still. The fog quietly parted as they walked, flowing all around them like an intricate network of streams. It was something Rook found calming in small doses, though her attention was focused elsewhere.

"There's no ugly moquette or buzzing lights either." Rook added, "It can be too quiet at times. Not that hearing distant noises would be any better. I guess it's good for reading, Antonio can probably attest to that. Or not– I'm still waiting for your review of your stay in my liminal closet."

It seemed like a nice way to divert the attention away from some rather unpleasant memories. That wasn't the time or place to start that argument and most of all, she didn't think Lucien should have been present to provide his opinion on the matter. The fae could be awfully unhelpful at times.

Though Bill was being just as helpful, in his own way. Veronica hadn't meant to follow up on her threat, but now she simply had to.

"Too many underestimate the importance of sound values when parenting." Veronica paused, her gaze trailing over at the inevitable duck comment, "You're simply hopeless."

And about to take a ride in the hard to discern void slide. Rook wasn't the only one able to mess with gravity there. Bill could take a ride and think about the consequences of his own actions.

Lucien was simply glad he wasn't the one falling into oblivion. He would simply turn the other way and let Rook have her moment of privacy so she could replenish her magic battery.

"Oh, I see you started synthesizing gold." he told Veronica.

"It's an old family recipe." Veronica replied, "It's a shame we can only use it sparingly these days."

Rook could do nothing but stand for a moment to watch the way everybody was ready to give her some space. It meant more than she was willing to admit. Then again, she never got too sentimental when her marks whenever she started feeling drained.

Rook silently turned and took a few steps away from the group, before there was a shift in the pocket to reveal one of the few monsters she had the time to catch lately. It looked like a hybrid between some kind of reptile and a rodent with a mantis-like head. It didn't really matter what it was or where it came from. She had found it trying to eat some poor schmuck and it had almost slashed her wing off with its claws. Now it was going to do something useful for a change.

"Imagine if Five found you instead." She would probably be starving. There was another shift as a bright light engulfed the monster, before it vanished into a swirly cloud of energy that was absorbed by her marks.

Rook took a moment to simply breathe, before turning back. "I… I'm done."

She didn't want to drag this on to avoid making it more awkward than it was.

[drabbles-about-crk]

Connecting Halves AU

Here are some changes to canon that happen with the ancients after they get back to their time.

Dark Cacao’a routine as a traveler started to include the prayers and mediations he learned from Granter of Flour and the villagers. By accident, he has created water that has a golden color he saw in the temple grounds. He always uses it for special purposes: bitter tea ceremonies and cleansing. (Examples: At every milestone, Dark Cacao had his son drink it. He dabs some on his soldiers’ forehead during inductions.) Dark Choco got told stories of this time travel event and searches for more stories about the Granter of Volition to give it to his father as a gift.

Golden Cheese finds out she time traveled through speaking to her fellow ancients. She is very distraught that her prince is likely dead- at least at first. After learning of the other ansicwnts stories, she starts theorizing he might have been immortal too. The rest met an immortal cookie and grew close to them before disappearing. It doesn’t take long for her to hope, to think her prince was an immortal of some kind, too. She holds tight this fantasy and seeks to build a shining kingdom of her own. He has one to mold as he saw fit, and so shall she. When they reunite, they will blend the two slowly as they prove each other equals in all rights. Her original castle had a room made to resemble the one he showed her in his own home. Her nests of pillows and silks had reds and patterns mixed in the resemble Harold’s style. She has a preference for spices in her diet and has a habit of going to Dragon Valley for its spices. Can use her feathers to grab things (if you ever seen mlp, think about how pegasus wings can move) and has accidentally disappeared her wings like Harold can hide his four extra arms. This is not controlled like how you can’t control your blood pumping.

Pure Vanilla started his kingdom on the same mountain he lived on with Fount’s disguised self. He has an open quest for someone to bring him a milk crown flower but none have been able to find this fabled bloom. His control of dark moon magic is a little better than canon though not enough to save him from getting stuck in the void for years. He dreams on those days a lot and understand his friend (Fount) better after becoming kind. Raised a pet cake wolf like disguised Fount had. Promised to search him out in the future and tries his best to find any hints on his fate. Occasionally can see out of staring vanilla orchids (my name for those vanilla orchids with open eyes) and other plants with eyes, has little control of this.

Hollyberry is even more chummy with the royal gardener in this world and more flower based cookies are welcomed in her kingdom. She regals her son of stories about the bringer of happiness and her garden of delights. The fun she had at the Virtues side. They even have a holiday about the fleeting nature of happiness (valentines day version for all types of love) based on her. She wants to go the beast yeast to see her again but never got to the garden. Pitaya dragon gets jealous of her talking about Sugar of Happiness and vows to battle this mysterious cookie for the ancient’s attention (may or may not caused by a crush. I am a multi shipper after all) Occasionally feels like she has feathers on her back and by her ears. Has a feather fall ability that triggers in serious incidents. She has made nests for Royalberry as a child because she really liked sleeping in them.

White Lily has a dagger styled after the knight. In beast yeast, when hearing about the fate of the virtues, she ends up crying. After sharing her and her friends stories of the time travel incident before they got the souljams, Elder Faerie is very worried as there exist accounts of the beasts murmuring about their missing loves/halves. He might be able to hear what they say in the tree, so he worries about the safety of this new cookie given the beasts are starting to escape. White Lily cries about sealing the silver tree in the past because she knows she is sealing her friends’ friends. They might be twisted and evil, but they still were and are loved.

Dark Enchantress uses these stories to her advantage. She says she knows who the cookies they seek are and promise to help the beast get them and bodies in exchange for their cooperation.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Adrien this season wears the same wrinkled outfit his dad picked out for him, sleeps on a mattress on the floor, has no passion besides being with Marinette and being chat noir, learned how to make the only meal we ever saw him share with his dad, and despite his version being better claims his dad’s were perfect.

And ppl who claim to love him are watching him go thru this and no one is helping the guy out. Only Alya has been “hey! lying to the guy is wrong and is making him stagnate” but she would rather have her memory erased than say anything.

I stg if “the power of love” is Adrien finding the strength to forgive everyone when he finds out I am going to lose it.

Agreed. Season six is really showing what I mean when I say that Miraculous has terrible plot lines for an episodic formula show. Adrien being depressed and processing his father's death is not the kind of conflict that you can resolve in 20 minutes or less, but every episode is supposed to standalone, so we're getting this awkward back and forth where the issue is randomly acknowledged in one episode only to be ignored in the next one because it doesn't fit the tone of the episode and the quality of the episodes as singular entities is more important than the quality of the season as a whole.

The Alya thing was an especially glaring example of the issue. In Revelator, Alya learns the truth about Gabriel and her reaction isn't, "I have to tell Adrien" it's "I hate that I'm going to have to keep this secret, too!"

Rena Rouge: You don't get to decide what Adrien should or shouldn't know. Neither do I. Truth is essential for someone's personal growth, and now that I know I'm gonna have to lie! And you know I don't. like. Lying!

This statement is nonsensical. Alya starts by declaring that Adrien deserves the truth and ends lamenting the fact that she'll have to lie to him, too, as if lying is the only option. It's not, though. She could tell him the truth! Half the cast could!

At least, they could in a serialized show, but this is an episodic formula show where canon-changing reveals can only happen in the season finals, so Alya telling Adrien the truth was never on the table. That's why the episode's conflict wasn't "should we tell Adrien" it was "should Alya be in on the lie, too." You can see this clearly at the end of the episode where Alya actively wants her mind wiped so she doesn't tell Adrien:

Rena Rouge: Some secrets are heavier than others and I am afraid I won't be able to keep this one... Cat Noir: But isn't that wrong? Rena Rouge: No. Because it's meant to give people the ability to choose whether to share their secret or not. (She looks at Ladybug) And that's repairing things.

This is wildly inauthentic to Alya's character. She should be fighting to keep her memory so she can tell Adrien! But she can't do that because it's too upsetting for kids and the episode needs to feel like it has a satisfying conclusion so this is the only way the conflict could be played just like Adrien's depression can't be addressed in a way that calls characters to action.

Major changes can only happen at the start of a season, the end of a season, or in a special because that's how episodic formula shows work. Status quo is king so that episodes can air in any order. Miraculous is never going to give you a strong plot that plays out over the course of a season. The most you're ever going to get are undeveloped hints at the plot lines you desperately want to see. Teasers that keep you hooked while never paying off because they literally can't.

Will Adrien learn the truth and/or process his grief today? No. If that's going to happen, it will happen in the season finale and I would not be surprised if we don't even get it then. The show has a rule that there must always be a secret between Marinette and Adrien and I don't see how you undo the Gabriel secrets while keeping the identity stuff a secret. I'm still curious how they'll even do a proper reveal of the truth because it means addressing the fact that Gabriel was dying from a cataclysm Adrien inflicted on him.

This show is slated for at least two more seasons. It's entirely possible that Adrien will stay in the dark for several or even all of those. I'm not saying that's what they'll do, I'm just pointing out that it's a distinct possibility based on the way the show has been written in the past so I'd strongly encourage you to brace yourselves for the worst while hoping for the best.

Minor fun fact: while Adrien's depression feels like something you could possibly address in an episodic formula show, my bet is that they won't because addressing the depression means redoing his character model to a new outfit and his room to a new design. Those are noticeable changes that would confuse people who missed the episode where it happened and I would be shocked if the show took that risk. Because of the formula show issue, Adrien probably has to stay in his sad bedroom and dirty old clothes until a season finale or the start of a new season just like the sad bedroom was introduced at the start of the season. It's the same reason Ladybug's suit upgrade wasn't a total upgrade. She kept her classic look so that the episodes could air in any order without confusing viewers.

[bitter-hibiscus]

Okay so you ARE being obtuse on purpose! Good to know! In that case this is the last you'll hear of me <3

You think that good morals are just "wanting to do good." Sure, Bruce wants to help people and he wants a peaceful city, but intention does not maketh the man. You know what does, though? Bruce's manipulation, his use of contacts in the police system to bypass laws, beating "criminals" to a fucking pulp, using mild torture tactics (again! Dangling people off of 20 story buildings is not something good people do!) and having full control to Gotham's goddamn power grid. Batman's fantasy IS based on fascism whether you like it or not, and you are not fucking immune to propaganda. Honestly, the fact that you even think Bruce is good just because he wants to Protect The Good Citizens is proof that said propaganda already worked on you! Good job! Learn how to fucking read!

Bruce didn't re-evaluate and change when Jason died, intratextually. He became more aggressive. Which, as stated above, is not an act absolved by his good intentions.

Jason's morality is also a fascist ideal, but it's overt rather than covert, like Bruce's, so it's the only one you with your fucking 5th grade analysis are able to fucking notice.

It's also really fucking funny of you to accuse me of ignoring the text and then say that Jason tried to get Bruce to kill Joker. That is not what he did. What he tried to do was kill Joker himself, and try to prove to Bruce that his inaction when it comes to actual murderers doesn't do anything helpful. And Bruce does break his inaction! By cutting Jason's throat open. If you read UTRH and think Jason's goal was to make Bruce a murderer you are fucking insane and just plain stupid. Bruce did that to himself.

I like how you talk about Roy and Kori being dumbed down as though that was a decision Jason Todd made personally, and not something that a real life sex offender wrote. Jason is lines on paper. He did not write RHATO. Also -- using PRE-CRISIS Jason's backstory as an argument is ridiculous. That hasn't been canon since 1985. Have you just not read a comic since then?

Oh sure, Bruce fails. He's never punished for that outside of his own, personal anguish though. That's what I mean when I say the narrative frames him as always correct. There are no consequences to his failure. Most other characters get consequence -- Dick and Helena and Barbara are great examples. But not Bruce. Because if he's affected by the law, by social rule, then the Batman is no longer a fantasy, he's just a man. And the narrative can't allow that.

I've read all of Jason's comics, and I have over 700 individual issues on Bruce and Dick both. Just because you're too dumb to understand what I'm telling you doesn't mean I'm not familiar with the source material. I'm not going to tell you to pick up a fucking Jason comic because you'd just interpret them all in bad faith, but I am going to tell you to pick up some fucking books on propaganda and how media conditions the masses into accepting violence enacted against them. Touch grass.

To be honest I think that a lot of people who share the anti Jason Todd sentiment don't even actually hate Jason. I think a lot of them hate what he forces the narrative to do.

Jason forces the subversion of the hero genre -- he's the single, most extreme proof that Batman's hero fantasy wouldn't be effective in real life, and therefore Jason showing up can take you out of the universe really fast really hard. A lot of people are here for what comics are meant to offer, the one man hero fantasy that makes you Feel Good, and Jason showing up doesn't Allow you to enjoy it! And if that's the case, you're completely justified in not liking Jason, he takes you out of the thing you enjoy.

I think a lot of you don't actually find his personality or acts annoying in of themselves, you just hate what those actions do to the genre itself. And I think once you realize that and start looking at comics like actual pieces of literature, Jason and shitty comics both will become a lot less rage inducing to you.

[hkthatgffan]

I wonder if its just me or that the fandom at large doesnt seem to care about Wendy. Like, yeah sometimes they bemoan about how she got sidelined and raise about the cancelled stories but like, I dont see as much fan content about her. In fact I see more Pacifica art around, despite her not being the main character at all. It only seems wendippers care about her the most.

Oh yeah. Even in the fandom it feels like Wendy barely gets much attention and it upsets me a lot given I think she's a character that has so much more to give and for us to learn about her. Ironically like you said, despite how the fandom is about it, what little wendip community is out there still, gives her more appreciation than most other parts of the fandom do and continue to wanna see more out of her character in official content. And as someone who similarly wants to see more Wendy development, I'm with them on that tbh. It's a win/win really as Wendy developing will benefit all fans. I think part of the problem is that cause many fans associate her with that ship and ever since canonically at least, it was sunk, people just sort of stopped caring about Wendy and moved on to other characters, given the show sorta stopped so too. I mean, whenever I look through season 1 era GF content and blogs, there is a ton of Wendy content (and not just wendip stuff but a mix of things related to her) and barely any Pacifica content, given of course, everyone hated her then, lol. But by season 2 onward, it was vice versa.

I guess because of all that, those in the fandom who ship dipcifica don't as much care about her as a result. Of course, it's not all of them given I'm sure there's dipcifica shippers who wanna see more Wendy development and wendip shippers who in turn wanna see more Pacifica development. But it is also disappointing overall tbh, given both Wendy and Pacifica are so much more than their most popular ship. they have personalities of their own and stories that can be told with both established and to be created lore. And it is possible to do that. Using The Owl House as an example, Amity got a ton of development and lore about her that wasn't revolving around lumity. Fans of that show were able to like and learn about her through a lens that wasn't just wanting her to be Luz's girlfriend. And it benefitted that ship too given as result, it made lumity that better of an end goal, as Amity changed for the better in a way that made her and Luz being together feel more worth it and deserving (which hot take, Pacifica isn't still IMO developed enough for that to work with Dipcifica, hence why alongside his own belief about it, Alex never has fully canonized that ship).

It is possible to give Wendy (and Pacifica) a similar type of development and lore without lumping it up with shipping. Wendy is arguably the least developed main character and so, deserves more. I want Wendy to be more than just the cool character that Dipper had a crush on. I mean, similarly to that in a way, Vanessa in season 1 of Phineas and Ferb was sort of the same and more so a Candace 2.0 but overtime, became a more interesting and developed character with her own personality and story in series that made learning about her fun and gave us more to enjoy about that character. We've seen in the show there is more to Wendy from stuff she's said and lore that books have dropped. There is a lot more to her that we can learn. I think there are GF fans who want to see more out of Wendy, but with a lack of anything to really look into on her beyond all the shipping stuff which many have moved on from, there's not much to do with her. So, she gets sidelined. When Gravity Falls itself stops sidelining Wendy, fans I feel will stop doing so too.

Also side note, Wendy and Mabel content would be honestly really cool to see more of. They have a real big sister and little sister type bond and seeing Wendy perhaps giving Mabel life advice and being a sort of mentor to her would be amazing. We've already seen a bit of that in Society of the Blind Eye, so more of that would be welcome. Point is, there is so much Wendy could be used for with proper development...it's just a matter of actually trying it out and seeing what works.

[casssssssi]

Die From A Broken Heart

Macklin Celebrini x reader

warnings; angst, cheating, arguments, getting drunk as a result, Macklin being a dick, not proofread

wc; 3,270

summary; Macklin has been acting distant lately.

a/n; Basically, this one’s like… the lead up to the song?

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She had met Macklin in the 7th grade. He was new, moved to town only a week before school had started, sat next to her in class on the first day. He was a shy kid, but eventually, as she attempted to make conversation, he opened up. They were friends. But then, they went to different high schools. Lost contact, despite their proximity to each other. Keeping in touch just became too difficult, they had other friends so they didn’t really need each other anymore. In college, they reconnected. She had run into Mack on campus during the second week of their freshman year. She had no idea he was even going to BU. They talked, and talked, and talked. Rekindled that friendship from their Junior high days. Learned all the new things and interests the other had developed over the years. Friendship though, didn’t last forever. She found it hard not to develop feelings for him. He had changed, his face had slimmed a little, though it was still mostly baby fat, he’d become leaner, more muscular. He was attractive. But not only that, he was kind, caring, and seemed genuinely interested in her and being around her, even if it was just in a platonic way.

What she hadn’t expected, was for him to return her affections. So they started dating. It was awkward at first, she’d never had a boyfriend, and Mack had just about as much experience as her, but as time went on and they became more comfortable, it got better. She fell in love with him. It was more than just “feelings”, it was love. She tells him after their 4 month anniversary date. He says it back. When Mack gets drafted, things change. He acts distant, colder, like he’s unsure of how things will be now. But then, he’s back to normal, as if none of it had happened, as if his behavior wasn’t strange at all. She shrugs it off. When Mack goes to the NHL, it’s great. She transfers to a school that isn’t too far from San Jose, and she sees him regularly. But now, a little over 2 years into their relationship, Mack is back to acting distant. He doesn’t text her as often, had turned his life360 off (which they only had to make sure each other was safe as they drove back and forth between her campus and wherever he was staying), had stopped texting her when he got back home after games. It made her nervous.

She’s visiting him one day, as a surprise. Jumbo had let her in and now, she’s sitting on Mack’s bed in his room, waiting for him to return. She waits, and waits, and then waits some more. He doesn’t get back until 2 am. Mack walks in, surprised to see his girlfriend sitting on his bed. He stands frozen in place for a few seconds before saying anything. “What are you doing here?”, he asks, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Came to surprise you”, she smiles, but she can hear his tone. Why is he not happy to see her? “We haven’t been able to hang out in a while” Mack sighs, crossing his arms across his chest as he walks over to the bed. “I've been busy,” he says bluntly, “Hockey keeps me pretty occupied.” He sits down on the edge of the bed, not looking at her. She can tell something's bothering him. “I know”, she says softly, “I just miss you” Mack rubs his temples, his irritation clear. “I miss you too, but I told you hockey has to come first.” He's still avoiding her gaze, his attention focused on a spot on the floor. “I know. I’m not going to keep you from practice or anything”, she says. “I just, looked at your schedule and noticed you don’t have anything for a few days after tomorrow so I thought it would be a good time to visit…” She sounds unsure now. This isn’t the first time they’ve surprised each other like this. Why is it a problem now? Mack lets out a scoff. “You looked at my schedule?”, he asks, finally meeting her eyes. “And just decided to show up unannounced without even asking me first?” He shakes his head in disbelief, a frown on his face. His tone and expression hurt her, but she tries not to let it show. “I didn't think I needed your permission to visit you,” she says quietly, looking down at her hands in her lap. Mack rolls his eyes, clearly frustrated, and stands up. “Well, maybe you should've thought that through, because I'm exhausted. I was going to rest after practice, not deal with this.” He gestures vaguely towards her. It's as if he's annoyed by her very presence. Her eyes fill with tears. He’s referring to her as if she’s an issue. As if he just doesn’t want to see her. “Okay…”, her voice soft. “I can leave then..”, she says. She has her own car, and a two hour drive back to campus isn’t that bad she supposes. Mack sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Maybe that's for the best,” he says, his tone harsh. “I need some time to myself, okay? Hockey's stressful enough without you showing up out of the blue.” She nods, grabbing her bag. “Alright… well I’ll see you some other time then I guess”, she says walking towards his door. She has this weird feeling in her chest. Why was he being so mean? Even if he’s tired and stressed, to kick her out at 2 in the morning? After she had drove 2 hours to see him? That was harsh. She drives back in silence, lost in her thoughts.

Three weeks later, he shows up at her dorm unannounced, flowers in hand and an apologetic look on his face. She opens the door, surprised to see Mack standing there with flowers in hand and a sheepish expression on his face. “Mack...”, she starts, her tone guarded. “What are you doing here?” He holds up the flowers awkwardly. “I wanted to apologize. Can I come in?” he asks, his voice sounding hopeful. She steps aside, letting him in. He sits down on the edge of her unmade bed and she closes the door, crossing her arms. She looks at him expectantly. Mack takes a deep breath. “Look, I'm sorry for being such a jerk a few weeks ago. I was tired and stressed out with hockey and I took it out on you. That wasn't fair and I know I hurt you.” He looks up at her, his expression remorseful. “I really am sorry, I shouldn't have kicked you out like that.” She nods. “Okay”, she says. She’s still a little upset about it, but she can forgive him. Mack seems relieved that she's willing to accept his apology. “Thank you for understanding,” he says, looking down at the flowers in his hand. “I know I was a total dick and I promise I won't do it again. I really do miss you.” “I miss you too”, she says, taking the flowers from him and setting them on her desk. She climbs into his lap, giving him a soft kiss. Mack wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her back. “I've missed this, missed you,” he murmurs against her lips. She feels herself relaxing into him, his apology seeming sincere.

They lay together for a few hours. Adjusting themselves so that they’re laying on the bed, her head on his chest as they watch a movie. It’s late now and Mack’s fallen asleep. His phone buzzes on her bedside table and she picks it up. Her stomach drops to her feet when she reads the preview, her heart sinking to where her stomach should be. Shes going to be sick.

| Kristen 💞: Baby when are you coming over? It’s getting late

She feels tears well in her eyes as she grips his phone. She unlocks it, scrolling through the messages. The words “Baby” and “Sweetheart” and many, many hearts stick out to her. Conversations about how much they miss each other, plans for how they’re going to spend their nights together. She scrolls to the top, the messages go back all the way to his draft. Her heart feels like it's about to beat out of her chest. All the pieces are suddenly falling into place in her mind. His distant behavior, being more and more annoyed with her visits, now these texts. He's been seeing someone else. Someone he's calling petnames and sending hearts to. She feels like she could throw up. She hesitantly looks over at Mack's sleeping form. He looks so peaceful, completely unaware of the betrayal he's caused. She wants to wake him up and confront him right then and there. But she can't bring herself to do it. Instead, she quietly gets up and goes into the bathroom, tears streaming down her face. She closes the door, back against it as she sinks to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest as she cries.

It’s as if Mack can sense something’s wrong, waking up to the soft click of the bathroom door and the muffled sound of her sobs. He sits up, groggy from sleep at first. Then, he realizes the bathroom door is closed and he can hear faint sniffling coming from behind the door. He gets out of bed, padding over to the bathroom and knocking lightly. “Baby? You okay in there?”, he calls. Her heart clenches at the name. The name he’s been calling another girl. Mack knocks again, a bit harder this time. “Baby, open the door. Please. I heard you crying.” He sounds worried, he has no idea why she's crying. She doesn’t answer, but she does move from being pressed against it. She knows if she doesn’t open it, he’s going to do whatever to get in. Mack tries the door handle, finding it unlocked, and slowly opens the door. He sees her sitting on the floor, her eyes red from crying. “Babe... What's wrong?”, he asks, concern clear in his voice. She doesn’t look at him, can’t, not without sobbing. How could he do this to her? After they’ve been together for so long? Mack kneels down next to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder, but she flinches away from his touch. He looks confused, hurt even. “Babe, talk to me. You're scaring me,” he says, his voice gentle. She shakes her head. She can’t speak. Mack scoots closer to her, trying to get a better look at her face. But she just keeps her head down, refusing to meet his gaze. “Baby, please. Say something,” he pleads, his tone desperate.

That’s when he notices, his phone gripped in her hands, unlocked. His heart drops. Mack's stomach twists in knots as he notices his phone in her hands. He knows what she's seen. He reaches out, trying to take his phone from her, but she pulls it closer to her chest. “How— How could you?”, she sobs out. And when she looks up at him, he almost looks… angry? At her? At the fact he got caught? She doesn’t know. Mack rubs a hand across his face, frustration clear in his expression. “You shouldn't have been looking through my phone,” he says, his tone sharp, “You violated my privacy.” She just sobs again. She can’t even say anything. How could this have happened. Was she not enough for him? Mack lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I knew I should've just put a passcode on it. You didn't need to see that,” he mutters. His tone is harsh, not at all comforting or apologetic like she would've expected. She can't believe what she's hearing. He's angry that she found out? What about the fact that he was cheating on her in the first place? She stands up suddenly, her sadness replaced with anger, quickly boiling over. “I didn't need to see it?”, she says incredulously, her voice shaky with tears. “You're the one talking to another girl, calling her pet names and making plans behind my back!” Mack stands up as well, crossing his arms, his expression still frustrated. “It's not a big deal,” he says, his tone dismissive. “We're just talking. Nothing's happening.” How can he downplay something like this? As if it was nothing, as if he didn't completely betray her trust.

“Macklin I read the texts. You talked, Multiple. Times.”, she emphasizes, “about having sex with her. We haven’t even done that!”, she gestures between the two of them, her tone is desperate. For what she doesn’t know. For him to stay? To leave this girl and be with her? For him to understand the weight of what he’s done? Mack flinches at her words, his expression faltering for a moment before hardening again. “It's not like I've acted on it,” he says, his tone still defensive. “I just... I got lonely, okay? Hockey takes up so much of my time and you're not always around, and she was there.” Her heart sinks even further. How could he even try to justify this? She shakes her head, feeling sick to her stomach. “So you're blaming this on me because I'm not always around? Because I'm in college trying to get a degree? And that makes it okay for you to talk to another girl and hide it from me?” Tears are streaming down her face, her anger and hurt blending together. She’s yelling now. It’s late. Quiet hours he damned, he’s hurt her. Worse than anyone ever has. Mack steps towards her, irritation clear on his face. “Keep your voice down. It's the middle of the night, I don't need you waking up the whole damn building,” he snaps. It just makes her angrier. He's worried about noise complaints when he's the one who cheated on her. “Don't tell me to keep my voice down,” she snaps back, her anger matching his. “You lost that right when you decided to go behind my back and talk to another girl.” Mack runs a hand through his hair, exasperated. It's like he's annoyed that she's confronting him about it. “You lost the right to tell me to do ANYTHING.”, she says.

Mack clenches his jaw, his expression hardening even further. “You're being dramatic,” he retorts, his tone dismissive. “This really isn't as big a deal as you're making it out to be.” Her blood boils at his words. How dare he downplay her feelings like that? “Get out.”, she says, her tone cold. She’s done. She can’t do it anymore. Mack looks taken aback by her command. He had expected her to cry, to beg him to stay, to forgive him. Not this. “What?”, he asks, his voice cracking. “You can't be serious.” “I’m so fucking serious.”, she says, her finger jabbing angrily at his chest. “I loved you Macklin. You were my world, And then you go behind my back and do this to me?”, she says, her voice strained. The tears still haven’t stopped streaming down her face. Mack's expression falters for a moment, guilt briefly crossing his face. “I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear,” he says, his voice more hesitant now. “It just happened. I was lonely, you were gone, and she was there.” His attempts to explain himself just anger her more. He's still trying to justify his actions, to make it seem less severe. Quite frankly, he sounds like a broken record. Saying the same thing over and over again as if that’s going to make it better. She shakes her head, her eyes narrowing in anger. “Just because I wasn't around as much doesn't give you a free pass to mess around with someone else,” she says, her voice firm, finger still pressed into his chest. “You had an obligation to me as my boyfriend. You were supposed to be loyal, and instead, you betrayed me.”

Mack's jaw clenches again, frustration written all over his face. “Loyalty doesn't mean I can't have human needs,” he retorts, his tone defensive. “You can't expect me to just sit around and wait for you all the time.” The nerve of him, making it seem like she's the one in the wrong. She shakes her head again. She pushes past him, wiping at the stupid tears that keep falling. She takes his stuff, his book bag that has his clothes in it, his shoes, even the flowers he brought, and throws them into the hall. Mack looks shocked as she starts to shove his things out into the hall. “What the hell are you doing?” he asks, trying to step towards her. But she moves quickly, blocking his path and pointing at the door. Her anger fuels her actions, and she's not going to back down. “You need to leave.” His jaw clenches again, tension clear in his body. “You're really gonna kick me out in the middle of the night?”, he demands. “Where am I supposed to go?” “A two hour drive isn’t that long”, she repeats her thoughts from a few weeks ago, when he had kicked her out. He stares at her before giving her a nod, tonguing over his front teeth as he walks to the door. She stands in the middle of her room and watches him leave, flinching as he slams the door. Hard. As soon as the door slams, her legs give out from under her. She sinks to the floor, her back against the bed frame, as the sobs wrack through her body once more. The pain is overwhelming and the tears won't stop. She had loved him so much. Given everything to him. All of her time, her attention, her affection, and her love. His betrayal feels like a knife to her gut. And the worst part? He barely seemed sorry for it. She cries herself to sleep that night, curled up on the floor, her body drained from sobbing so much. She wakes the next morning, her eyes swollen and her head pounding. The weight of the previous night's events comes crashing back to her, and she has to fight back another wave of tears. She has classes today, but the thought of leaving the dorm feels unbearable. But she pushes herself to get up and get ready. She needs something to distract herself.

She roots through her desk drawer, finding the bottle of wine she has hidden there. She doesn’t even bother reaching for a glass or a cup, just pops it open and starts to drink. Straight from the bottle. As she drinks, her mind races, reliving every moment they had together. The first time he made her laugh, or the time he held her all night when she was sick. The memories are bittersweet now, tainted by the knowledge of his betrayal. She takes another large swig of wine, desperate to numb the pain even if just slightly. She drinks until it’s empty and she’s sloppy drunk. She’s spilled some of it on her clothes, dripping down onto the floor as she sinks down again, completely numb. She sits there for what feels like hours, staring at the wall as her brain goes in and out of focus. Everything feels hazy. The memories, the pain, even the room seems to be spinning slightly. She doesn’t know what to do. How to feel. So instead she does the one thing she knows will help. She calls her mom.

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a/n; Yayyyy another Mack fic! As always, this is based off of one of my c.ai chats. Requests are open and feedback is much appreciated! Love you and thank you for reading!

[anonnie-in-wonderland]

nightsong

chapter 3

Word Count: 3.5k

rating: T for now

genre: romance| fluff | hurt/comfort

tags: idolverse | btsxreader | ot7xreader | hybrid!reader

A/N: Thanks for the patience, please let me reward you all with a new chapter 🥺 Just a reminder since it's been a while, but the name used in the bat hybrid's POV is just a nickname that became her sole identity. She is a Y/N.

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It was well into the morning by the time she stirred. Evidently, the shirt she had nested in had a scent that lulled her into the most restful sleep she could remember having in years. 

Yawning, she gave herself a moment to adjust, pricking her ears to catch any important sounds. The room was silent, causing her to tentatively crawl out from under the bed after she was sure it was safe. Just as she predicted, she found herself alone. It was about time she had some decent luck. Life owed her that much. 

Her ears strained, listening just to be sure as she fluttered her way across the room. Xiǎo Biānfú hung from the top of the doorframe, detecting activity down the hall. The household seemed to be up, congregated in the kitchen and having a meal. But it wasn’t just that… her animal senses told her there were…quite a few presences.

 Seven humans was a lot in close proximity already, really. Gao never let too many people close to her, so despite how many people came to see her stage persona, she wasn’t really used to too many humans being close to her like that, not as a human or as a bat. As stealthily as she was able, she flapped her way down the hall, nearly rounding the corner into a catastrophe. 

Her quick thinking had her flying up to a vent to dangle off it and watch the men she had seen last night eating and talking, with about a dozen more humans scattered around, filming them from various angles. Who were they ? Her instincts gave her an almost immediate answer. Trouble, that’s who.

Xiǎo Biānfú made a hasty retreat back the way she’d come, already heavy with the realization that there was no way she was getting out of this house. Not as a human. She had nearly been caught several times already. 

One clumsy move was all it took, and she could kiss her newfound freedom goodbye. She was so close to finding the life she was meant to have, somewhere out there in the world Gao had kept her from. 

There was no way she’d turn back, willingly or otherwise. And if he got ahold of her again, he would never let her go. He’d find a way to make sure she never escaped twice. 

Xiǎo Biānfú shivered, remembering all the years as a child she had gone without a proper bed, singing to her audience, having a meal in her lonely room, and then being moved to a hanging cage after being forced to take her bat form for the night. 

Gao treated her like a caged canary, and she learned to live like one, curled up under some straw, newspaper lining the bottom of the cage beneath her. It would be years before he gave her a proper cot to sleep on, when she had finally “earned his trust”. 

But for as ridiculously wealthy as he had become, it was nothing compared to what he could have afforded her, especially considering she was the source of his wealth.

So she would hang around for as long as she needed to if it meant avoiding getting caught—that might as well have been a life sentence. 

And how long could whatever was going on last, anyway? Maybe they were just…filming a commercial. It wasn’t like she had much experience with TV, but she knew what it was, moving pictures in a box she had seen long ago with her parents. And it had suddenly dawned on her that the room she was in had a TV.

A thrill of excitement ran through her at the prospect of catching up. ‘I don’t have to be so bored after all.’ Xiǎo Biānfú changed as soon as she was back in the bedroom, hurrying to the bed and getting on her hands and knees to pull out the stolen shirt. Being exposed, even when alone, felt wrong somehow. 

She had never lived that way long ago, to her knowledge, and the one thing she could say for Gao is he always allowed her to wear clothes. The finest, actually. Silken slips when she was allowed to sleep in human form, and custom gowns on stage. 

Lu snuck her an old t-shirt that had seen too many washes and was much too big, but she loved it, and paired it with the comfortable gym shorts he also brought her. For the time being, though, she would settle for the shirt she slipped over her head. It was comfy, just like her favorite t-shirt, and she ran her hands down the sides and took a minute to get used to the smell. 

That human’s smell was still over it, and she decided she didn’t mind that as she hunted for the remote, sitting on the edge of the bed and aiming it at the TV. The screen clicked on after finally locating the power button, but Xiǎo Biānfú quickly realized she didn’t really know how to work a remote.

It would have to be trial and error. Keeping her ears pricked in case anyone approached, she fiddled around with the buttons until she got the hang of changing channels, growing increasingly more entranced the more she went through.

The sheer volume of information contained in TV programming was staggering to her, commercials ranged for everything from toothpaste and whitening strips to breathable men’s underwear and limited edition restaurant menu items.

Speaking of the food, it looked heavenly. Her mouth was salivating, and her stomach chose then to remind her she hadn’t eaten since the night before. Leaving the TV, Xiǎo Biānfú wandered the room, poking around in case, by some stroke of luck, there was food. 

The kitchen was out, but maybe this human had a morsel somewhere, even though it didn’t smell like he did. Well, until she struck gold, finding what appeared to be snacks in one of the mostly travel empty bags. 

She knew more Chinese after so long living there, but her Korean was passable, and the labels said that she was currently holding a bag of spicy chips. There was also an apple and something called watermelon bread. 

Blindly ripping it open, she broke a piece off and popped it into her mouth. The flavor wasn’t what she was expecting, but it also wasn’t bad , and her next bite was bigger, more deliberate. It didn’t take long at all for her to scarf the bread down, carrying the second pack, the chips and the apple in her arms as she climbed back onto the bed and perched in front of the TV. 

It turns out watching TV and snacking was one of the most incredible things ever—she couldn’t believe she’d missed out for so long. She wasn’t even sure what she was watching, the words being spoken too fast for her to catch some of it. But it didn’t really matter, and after her stomach had stopped growling, Xiǎo Biānfú found her eyes growing heavy. 

Standing, the bat hybrid stretched onto her toes, resisting the urge to unfold her wings under the shirt to stretch them out as well. She stuffed the evidence of her snacking under the bed, strolling over to the bedroom window, attracted by the sunlight. 

There was a sprawling lawn outside, crisp green and so inviting. The strangest urge to roll around across it came over her, which was something Gao would have never permitted. Realizing that made her want to do it more . 

Slowly but steadily, the bat found herself compiling a mental list of all the experiences she wanted to have out in the world. Some of them, like rolling through grass or trying pancakes, were pretty mundane. Others felt more meaningful in a way she couldn’t put into words yet, like watching a sunrise from a mountain top, or attending a big festival. 

Her heart pounded as she saw movement outside, people making their way across the lawn. Some of them had standing cameras they were positioning while others were the same men she’d met last night. 

Ducking down on her knees, she observed them more closely than she had before, taking in how distinct they were. Faces sometimes blurred together up on stage. She could see them, but they could never see her, which was probably for the best. 

But a bunch of curious or awe-filled faces tended to become the same after so long, even if she could see them perfectly clear in the dimmed lights of the lounge, which she owed to her superior vision. Studying people, or even wanting to, was new to her. Not even her parents stood a chance against the erosion of time. In the end, very few did. 

The faces that were engraved in her memory forever were generally associated with sad feelings, or something…complicated. Eun-Sook and baby Junseo, Gao, Lu… she could close her eyes and remember every detail of their faces.

When she peered out at the men out on the lawn, one of the first things about them that caught her attention was their hair colors. 

There were three of them, and only one had dark hair. The other had summery brown hair, and the last had peachy blonde. He was the one who carried a lawn chair, unfolding it and setting it up in a bit of shade. The other two were holding things too, flat fabric attached to long strings.

 Strings that seemed to go on forever. As they unraveled more and began to move back, Xiǎo Biānfú’s took in the activity with wide eyes. They were flying kites! She had read about it, but never had the opportunity of course. One of them seemed to be having trouble getting his kite off the ground, while the other’s was soaring.

Her eyes tracked the movement of the kite bobbing on the wind in delight, wondering if she’d ever get to do something so carefree.

Folding her arms on the windowsill, she cradled her head there, watching, watching, unseen but watching. Her wings touched the ground a little, but she didn’t care, comfortable for the moment. 

Her eyes were nearly closed, some of the tension from early drained from her body, until the man on the chair happened to turn his head, and she scrambled to hide again. For a tense, heart-racing moment, Xiǎo Biānfú feared she had blown it. Maybe she wasn’t fast enough and he had seen. He would come inside and tear the room apart, dragging her out when he found her. Curled into a ball, the hybrid waited in tense silence.

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He had no proof anything weird was happening, but what Yoongi did have were his instincts. And they told him something was not as it seemed. The members didn’t seem to have the same feeling, so he kept it to himself. They may have been working, but this was the closest they had to any downtime in quite a while. He didn’t want to worry them for nothing.

Still, as he watched Jungkook and Jin flying kites—well Jin was fussing at his kite for refusing to catch the wind and lift off the ground—nearly dozing off, he got the sudden sense that he was being watched.

 Not by the film crew, and not by anyone in the immediate area. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise that no one was there when he turned around, or stared back at the house. 

It was probably his imagination, but that didn’t stop him from taking a long, long look at the window overlooking the lawn. No one was there, but his skin had definitely prickled. 

Given their history with Dispatch and saesangs it paid to have a certain sense for when someone was spying on you. But Jin and Jungkook were preoccupied with the kites, the youngest assisting him and standing back with a smile as their hyung cried out in success when his finally went up. 

Yoongi folded his arms, putting his ‘weird feeling’ to the side for the time being. That was something he could revisit later.

“Hyung?” It didn’t occur to him that he was being addressed until he heard feet crunching over soft grass, peering over his shoulder to see Jimin staring down at him curiously. “Do you want to play badminton? I thought I’d play with Tae, but he went down by the water with Namjoon to paint, and Hobi’s mean to me when I’m bad at games.” He pouted, enlarging his eyes in the way that always got him whatever he wanted. The Jimin Effect indeed. 

The rapper slowly raised from his chair, sighing as Jimin eagerly handed him one of the racquets he was holding, his pink lips pulling into a cute smile. Distracting himself with a game was probably better than letting some random thought consume his head or accidentally getting cooked while lying directly under the sun.

 “Alright, come on.” Yoongi squinted out at the fall sized badminton court he could make out over the slope. “We can be bad together.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite hyung?” The younger man chirped, bouncing ahead of him.

“No, because that seems to change according to who gives you what you want in the moment.”

 “What? You’re definitely imagining things.” Jimin said innocently, coming back just to latch onto his arm and lean into him. “I’m sure I’ve told you that you’ve always been my favorite.”

“Aish…” Yoongi didn’t try to pull his arm away, though. Jimin’s antics were amusing if nothing else.

Yeah. This could be about having a good time with his members if he let it be. That sounded doable. That sounded nice.

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Jin shut the refrigerator with a huff, his brows slashing down in that way that let them all know he was agitated. “Alright, which one of you greedy, inconsiderate fiends ate all the leftover jokbal from last night? I’m not mad.” Except he definitely was, Jungkook thought. “I just want an honest answer.”

No one spoke up, everyone looking amongst themselves in suspicion and confusion. “Hyung,” Taehyung said finally. “Why would anyone confess if you start off by calling us greedy, inconsiderate fiends?”

“I didn’t mean that,” he said. Except that yes he did. “It just slipped out.”

“Well, it wasn’t me.” Tae said matter-of-factly, going back to his phone. “You know I’m not really a leftovers person. Eating the same thing twice in one day is kind of boring for me.” 

Jimin, who was sitting next to him, didn’t even look up from resting his head in the crook of his neck, watching whatever video Taehyung was showing him. “Except when they’re my snacks…” he mumbled.

Eyes widening, Taehyung looked down at the man leaning into him. “You told me I could have some!” he groaned. “I thought we got over that misunderstanding.”

“Some.” Jimin agreed, “Like the snacks I was offering you right then and there. Not the ones you went back and took later.”

Although one arm was trapped between them, Taehyung threw up his free one with a roll of his eyes. “I just think maybe we can admit you weren’t really all that clear. And I did treat you later, so it should be even now.”

“Hey!” Jin shouted, interrupting the squabble before it could really get started. “We’re talking about today,” He waved the empty container high for everyone to see, the other hand on his hip, “or last night, since I’m guessing that’s when the guilty party did it.”

Jungkook ran his finger down the spine of the bat. No one had noticed he had it sitting in his palm, hungrily snacking on a grape. She hadn’t been around when he’d peered into the box earlier in the day, but he decided she must have been napping underneath the fabric they’d laid in the bottom of the box to keep her warm. 

With the filming happening he didn’t have the opportunity to check without drawing attention. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t want to do that, but it felt like the tiny creature should just be a secret between him and his members. And though the plan had been to call a wildlife rehabilitation center, Jungkook didn’t try to remind anyone when they all presumably forgot. 

“Something weird’s happening.” Yoongi-hyung declared. “I didn’t want to say anything earlier, but I’m sure of it now.”

 “Weird how, hyung?” Hobi asked curiously as he came into the room, carrying the scent of whatever he used in the shower. 

“I don’t know yet.” He admitted. “I can just feel it.”

“Buuut,” Jimin hummed, raising his head and pushing a finger against his plump bottom lip absently. “If someone ate the leftovers in the middle of the night wouldn’t there be dishes in the sink, or a smell in the air when they used the microwave?”

“Good point, if anyone would be able to smell food cooking it’d be Kook.” Taehyung agreed. “Right, Kook?”

They were all used to him zoning out, so when he raised his head, blinking like a dazed deer, the others didn’t look too surprised. “Huh?”

“I said…hey, is that the bat?” Taehyung lightly shook Jimin from his shoulder to come and see. “Aww she’s so cute when she’s eating.”

“Yah! Have you been holding it in your hand this whole time?!” Jin shrieked, doing a double take, then turning to Yoongi for support. “I thought we agreed we would stay away from it.”

Jungkook gave Yoongi a sheepish look when his hyung turned his attention toward him. He received a slow, cat-like blink. “You know how the young ones go. Telling them not to do something is just an invitation.”

“Plus Kookie rarely listens when he’s determined,” Hoseok laughed over the ice maker as some tumbled into the glass he was holding under it. The subdued reactions of his fellow hyungs did not pacify Jin. In fact it only made him grumpier. 

“You know what? I’ve decided not to cook, and I doubt anybody’s going to volunteer, so…” he pulled out his phone and began to scroll. “Takeout tonight.” Then Jin gave him his sternest stare. That was full-on hyung mode. “And Jungkook, so help me, put the bat down and wash your hands.” He clipped. 

The youngest stared down at the creature he was holding, and, still munching on the grape clasped in her wings, she stared back. “Aw, but hyung she’s comfortable.” As long as she didn’t poop in his hand, Jungkook was fine holding her. Given Jin loved his sugar gliders so much, he really didn’t see why he was so against bats.

Jin sighed. Loudly. “Someone was supposed to call the wildlife rehabilitation center by now.”

“We forgot,” Jimin offered helpfully.

“We can just…oh, never mind,” Taehyung lowered his phone. “They’re closed now, according to the site of the closest one listed.”

Namjoon stumbled into the kitchen, looking around the room suspiciously. “What’s up, Joon?” Hoseok sipped at his drink. “You okay?”

 “Well no,” their leader admitted, rubbing a hand down his face as he sank onto a stool at the bar. “First I couldn’t find one of my favorite shirts, and I thought I didn’t pack it. But now I can’t find any of the snacks I’m sure I did pack.”

“Our food thief strikes again,” Jimin hummed thoughtfully. “I wonder who it could be?” He sang, his eyes crinkled in amusement. 

“Thief?” Namjoon’s face scrunched, turning in his seat. “What thief?”

The bat went rigid under his finger as Jungkook stroked her head. Her wet, sticky face, smeared with the juices of the grape, turned, like she was looking at Namjoon too.

Yoongi peered into Hobi’s glass when his fellow rapper offered it to him, then took a long sip before handing it back. “Jin’s been accusing us of eating the jokbal left over from last night. Now you come and report your missing snacks. I was just telling the others I suspect something strange.”

Just like that, Jungkook could tell he had Namjoon’s interest. “Like what?”

“Not sure yet,” Yoongi shrugged. “But I’ll know when I know.”

The little bat he held shook a bit, as if it was having difficulty swallowing. Jungkook patted her tiny head with the pad of his finger in encouragement, and she put down the remains of her grape. Right then and there, she started flapping her wings, not quite taking off, and instead falling from the air to save herself at the last minute by clinging to the collar of his shirt.

Jungkook cupped a hand underneath her, stunned as she crawled into the neck to hide, still hanging near his throat but hidden from sight.

 “Kookie, what’s she doing?” Taehyung laughed. 

“I think she’s hiding.” He mused.

“Take that bat out of your clothes before she bites you or something!” Jin fussed, “Anyway Namjoon, when did you notice your snacks were missing?”

The leader played with a salt shaker, rolling it back and forth in his palms, staring at the countertop as he thought. “Um, when we came back inside after filming today.”

“So how could it be one of us?” Hoseok asked no one, “Did anyone come back inside alone?”

As expected, everyone said they hadn’t.

[cloverrwritess]

Title: Number One Fanboy | Part One

Spencer Agnew x Kpop Idol! Fem! Reader

Request: Yes | No

authors note: I can finally get into the requests! I have a month off to visit my home town so I have time to write fics ♡ job was kicking my ass 🥲

Words in italics font are supposed to be in korean! I do know a bit (had to learn for my job) but not enough to be fluent, translating takes a lot of time so I’m using Italics to make it easier for me 🤧

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After days since the finalization of a certain meeting with your management, you were able to go to LA and start your new series ‘[Name] in LA’, a series where you navigate the area by yourself and experience the so-called ‘LA lifestyle’.

You landed around one in the morning to avoid paparazzi and fans, your place to stay for the month was a Suite in one of the expensive hotels in the area that only celebrities can get access to, a private driver that was one call away, as well as a tiny, rotating camera.

Flying from Korea to LA was no joke, hours of just sitting down and sitting, limiting what you can do inside a plane is exhausting.

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You turned on your camera and started filming.

"Welcome to the first episode of [name] in LA, it's actually so late right now around two am and I need to wake up early to film. Before I go to bed, I'm doing my skincare"

You started washing your face and applied skincare, sometimes giving out the benefits of using certain products. You grabbed the camera and placed it on your nightstand, making sure you were in frame.

"Before sleeping I do like to check my schedule to see if everything is in order, it keeps me from overthinking"

Checking your phone to see if nothing was changed and did a little pep talk on why you should never stay up late at night even though that’s what you’re doing currently.

“My eyes are getting droopy, I need to sleep before it’s 5am, goodnight everyone, see you tomorrow or is it good morning? i'll see you later” You chuckled, turning the camera off and getting comfy before finally closing your eyes.

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You adjust your mask and hat before speaking to the camera.

"Good morning! It's now the next day and my first stop is a trendy cafe I saw online, the pastries and coffee looked so good, let's go"

You were looking at your phone to see if you’re going in the right direction. Still holding the mini camera, doing some small talk to make sure you’re not filming a boring clip that might get cut.

Seeing the sign and name of the cafe, you felt relieved. "Hopefully the food is yummy” You opened the door and got hit by the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sweet smell of bread, you got in line and looked at the menu from above. Struggling to choose between caramel or vanilla iced coffee. "This is difficult"

Then a voice spoke up behind you.

"If I were you, I would buy the caramel iced coffee." You looked at the direction of the voice, a man with curly hair and wired glasses.

"You looked like you were struggling to decide on what to order”

Immediately turning off the camera and hiding it inside your purse, you replied.

"Yes, I was having trouble"

I've never been good at striking up a conversation with strangers without getting recognized or having people approach me to take pictures. "Are you new to this place? I've been here for years and I don't recognize you"

"Yeah, I’m here for work so I’m just exploring the area" You lied, technically you are here for work, but not in a way other people would understand.

"LA is a big city, and you'll wind up walking in circles at the end of the day” He joked.

Noticing it was your turn in line, You ordered a pastry with coffee, you took your wallet out of your bag to make the payment. "Your total is $11.50" Suddenly the man you were speaking to handed his card to the cashier "I'll pay for her order and get a caramel iced coffee as well"

He looked at me and grinned—my goodness, he had the cutest smile I've ever seen. "You didn't have to do that, umm" Realizing you never asked for his name.

"My name is Spencer" He said

"Want to take a seat together? If you're uncomfortable or simply want to be by yourself, I can leave you alone, No hard feelings" he said.

I didn't have my security with me, so I knew it was a bad idea to sit with a complete stranger, but this is the first time I've felt normal (as in with no cameras in front of me, flashing lights, and no screaming my name)in a long time. It's exhausting to walk around with bodyguards; I haven't experienced this in years. Spencer doesn't give me any creep vibes.

"I'll pick a good spot."

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I chose a window seat that was somewhat out of sight of the large window. I couldn't pass a nice seat with good lighting, even though I knew this place was a bad spot, paranoid being caught by crazy fans

"You weren't kidding when you said you'd pick a good spot, this seat is usually occupied around this time" He said and set our food and drinks on the table.

"Just telling you know, my lunch ends in like 20 minutes so we have 20 minutes to chat" He sat down in front of me and took a sip of his coffee.

"Is your workplace close by?"

"Yeah, this coffee shop is only a few blocks away from where I work, I work as the director and editor for this YouTube channel"

"Really? That's so cool" Not only was he cute, he was also a media nerd.

"The channel is called Smosh, and I occasionally appear on camera as a cast member” he chuckled, adding "I do kind of the weirdest things on camera for people to see”

"How about you? My heart fell out of my chest. I can't just say, ‘I'm an Idol from Korea’ out in the open Although he doesn't appear to be a K-pop fan, looks can be deceiving these days.

He was waiting for me to respond "Well, I work in the entertainment industry" I replied fast.

"Private, got it, don't worry, I'm not going to ask more questions" He assured me.

Who knew that meeting a guy at a coffee shop would turn out to be the funniest guy I've ever met? We chatted for a while and laughed at jokes. Spencer checked his watch, he saw that it was well past his lunch break. He got up and straightened his clothes. "Shit, I have to direct a video and I'm thirty minutes late”

"It was nice meeting you—"

"[Name] is my name." I grinned at him.

"Hopefully, You and I will cross paths again" Before I knew it, I was the only person at the table. I moved Spencer's cup out of the way so it wouldn't be visible on camera as I recorded a clip of me at the coffee shop, acting as if I just had a snack by myself. I adjusted my hat and put on my face mask.

"It's time to make my day productive”

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Spencer ran toward the Smosh games set looking unkempt.

"What took you so long?" Angela questioned, dramatically motioning with her hands.

"We were going to go hire a search party for you." Amanda joked.

"Sorry, I just lost track of time," I lied, I knew they would make fun of me for weeks if they found out the real reason why I was late.

Watching Spencer intently, Shayne interrupted both Amanda and Angela "Come on, let him sit down and film the video."

After filming a new Bored AF video, Shayne decided to confront Spencer.

"Spence, are you alright? Shayne jokes, "You look like you're constipated throughout directing the video" but his voice was laced with concern.

"I think I just met the love of my life" The confession caused Shayne's eyes to widen a little. "You met them at the coffee shop you always go to?”

I ruffled my hair out of nervousness and said, "Yeah man, She said she is new here in LA, and I'm telling you, she's fucking gorgeous"

"Whoa, I've never heard someone speak like that before”

"I know it's really cheesy, but I'm not kidding—her appearance made her look like an idol or even a celebrity"

Thinking, Shayne rubbed his chin. "You say a celebrity? What's her name? He said, "We can look her up"

"What? Dude, I don't want to Google her and pry into her life; that's creep behavior" I remembered her expression when I asked about her work. It seemed confidential, and I didn't want to break her trust that fast.

"Yeah you're right, what I said just now was a stupid idea"

"Just keep this a secret from everyone, especially Courtney” To show that he was going to keep this a secret, Shayne drew an "X" on his chest and zipped his mouth for dramatic effects.

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note: 🫣

[etherfraisie]

Endearment

—> in which Cove learns few terms of endearment for you

Pairings: Cove Holden x fem!reader

Tags: fluff, (maybe) a bit cringe. both of you are still nervous around each other. you’re still at the early stage of the relationship. tweaked the main story a little bit to fit the narrative in this fic. HEAVILY self-insert. Sets time in between step 2 and step 3. Reader is Indonesian for the sake of this fic.

Words:

Sayang = dear

Sayangku = my dear

Cintaku = my love

Kasih = love

Cantik = pretty

“Sayang.”

The moment Cove said that, you stop whatever you’re doing. The pen in your hand drops as you slowly look up to Cove who’s sitting in front of you.

It was faint, barely a whisper. The word almost drowned between the soft music that idly plays as you’re both doing your summer work. But you heard him nonetheless.

It’s been a while since you talked about your biological parents with your moms. Ma had told you that you weren’t born in America. You originated from Indonesia and your parents moved to America as your dad got a better job opportunity there. You weren’t old enough to remember all of your previous life before moving here. Faces of your biological parents are blurry, but you remember a few words of your, technically, mother tongue. Mom did mention how it was difficult for you to learn a new language at first. It took some time and practice, especially because you’re still so young.

Since then, you try to relearn your mother tongue. Trying to reconnect with your roots. Ma and Mom were worried at first. Scared that it’ll somehow change you, but they’re supportive nonetheless. Especially now after seeing the way you happily tell them random facts about your culture.

Cove is no different. He has always been your first supporter and this won’t be an exception. He has helped you find information about your culture in every way he can. He is always there beside you, for better and for worse.

However, you don’t remember ever learning the new language together. You had always just talked about the culture. Sure, Cove has shown interest about learning together in the past, but you know how difficult it could be to learn a new language. You don’t really want to fill his already full plate with something so small, you think.

So it’s shocking to hear him call you a term of endearment in your mother tongue. Cove’s face is red. Too red, actually. He’s never this red even when he’s saying one of his corny pickup lines. Knowing him, he probably has planned this for a few days now.

Seeing that there’s no reaction from you, Cove slowly opens his mouth again.

“Sayangku—“

“Stop, stop!” you cut him immediately, not able to handle how much his words can affect you. Your hand outstretched, grabbing a handful of his face and effectively stopping Cove from saying anything further. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! When did you learn that?!”

Cove holds your hand that’s covering his face, pulling it away gently. He sheepishly answered, “a few weeks ago.”

“You…” At a loss for words, you sigh. Looking at him with adoration. “What am I gonna do with you? You know you don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to! I know how important this is to you, and it’s important to me too,” Cove quickly replied.

You laugh at his antics. Oh, surely one of these days he will stop with the unpredictable silliness. But you wouldn’t wanna change it any other way. You’re happy to see the next thing he’ll do that will surprise you.

“How much have you learned?” you ask. You rest your head to your hand, patiently waiting for his answer.

“Well, um.” He absentmindedly rubs the scar on his hand. “There’s the basics of introducing yourself.”

“And then you jump straight into the terms of endearment?” you tease which has an immediate effect on him as his face turns deep red and his eyes looking anywhere but yours.

“No! No… Well, yes, I kinda did.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Can you teach me more?”

“I’d love to!” You shoot up, happy to see him also invested in your culture.

You thought that was it because after that you both started doing your summer work again. The thought of teaching Cove about your culture makes you giddy. Your leg couldn’t stop bouncing in its place. But then Cove mumbles something.

“What is it, Cove?” You lean closer to him making sure to hear what he’s about to say.

“Can I call you that from now?” he says a little bit louder.

“Call me what?”

Cove takes his time to answer you again. His body language becomes more nervous as the second goes by, but he’s determined to talk about it so you patiently wait until he opens his mouth again.

“Can I call you sayang from now?” His voice keeps getting quiet as he says his question.

That’s it. Now he has done it.

You can feel your face getting warmer and to save you from embarrassment, you hide your face in your hands. Cove isn’t any better either. He’s not only rubbing his scar, but his whole arm now. Nervous over what you’ll say, he looks away from you and only steals a little glance while he waits for your answer.

After recollecting yourself, you slowly look up from your hands. Taking a peek of Cove, he’s still rubbing his arm slowly.

“Uh, yeah… sure…” you mumbles. Then you thought it wasn't a firm enough answer. “Yes! I’d love that! Call me sayang!”

The words had come out in a shout, which startled Cove. But he recovers immediately and laughs. The air surrounding you two isn’t as awkward as before now, as you both laugh about the silliness and how nervous you were a second ago.

Ever since then, Cove has never stopped calling you sayang. Quite the opposite, actually. He keeps adding more and more endearment in his vocabulary. ‘Sayang’ for everyday use, ‘cintaku’ when he’s feeling extra happy that day, ‘kasih’ and his puppy eyes are a common combo to melt your heart, and ‘cantik’ when he’s teasing you.

You couldn’t be more proud and Cove couldn’t be more happier to be able to help you.

[schemmentisimpasours]

Monsters in My Head: Chapter 9 ~ILY

Summary: It is Melissa and your one year anniversary. Things are necessarily right between you to yet but Melissa is tired of waiting for everything to be perfect to tell you what she feels.

Warnings: Small Angst/ Insecurity

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Song: Wish that we'd say it // But scared it will change us// And I// I'll say it first if you do// I-I, I love you

Dear Y/N,

Today is our one-year anniversary. I have been planning this day for weeks. I wanted to be able to wake up next to you and shower you in kisses. I would have recreated our first date night meal, and we would have laughed at our dining room table. We would have fallen into bed together, and I would have shown you all of the ways that I adore you. I would have spent the night tracing the lines of your body that I have memorized as you slept, wrapped in my arms. It didn’t work out that way. Instead, I woke up before my alarm, to you still sleeping over the phone. My bed was cold, but waking up to you for the first time in days is the best one-year anniversary gift I could have asked with all things considered. When you woke up, there was an easy smile on your face when your eyes caught mine. It was like you forgot all about our arguments and what had been going on. It hurt when I saw the switch flip, and you told me you had to hang up to get ready for the day. I could tell that you wanted to say so many things, but instead, you just said that you would see me later. Fuck I miss you and the way you looked at me. Like I was the sun on your darkest days. I don’t know if we are ever going to get back to that point, but it is what I dream about every night. 

I am trying to be positive, and Ouida mentioned that we should work on our communication, so I wanted to tell you about how I felt during our first date. One year ago, I asked you to have dinner with me. It was the first thing in the morning, and you still had that grumpy crinkle in your brow like you always do when you aren’t fully awake. As if you are upset that you had to leave the dreamland behind. I was nervous as hell. Barbara had spent at least twenty minutes talking me through what I should say and how I should ask. I think she was sick of hearing me swoon over you like a love-sick child. I don’t think you could tell, though, because you smiled and nodded immediately. There was a little glimmer in your eye that I had already come to love. I wanted to kiss you right then, but I was trying to take it slow. Learn how to get through your walls without breaking them down like a bull in a china shop. 

When you said that you were free to come over to my house for dinner, I felt like I was walking on clouds. I had cornered Janine to tell me your favorite meal. I wanted this date to be perfect. The monsters in my head were calm for once, so caught up in all that I had to do. It was the first time that I hadn’t felt suffocated by them. Barbara stopped by the house to pick out an outfit for me. I told her it really didn’t matter, but it did. Of course it did. It was you. It was nothing fancy because it felt weird dressing to the nines in my own house. My signature leather pants, black tank top, and black sweatshirt. Simple yet brought out all my damn curves. Barbara said she wanted me to be comfy but sexy. I know it shocked me that she said that too. I kicked her out just in time because moments later, you pulled into the driveway. When I opened the door to you, I was immediately in awe. Oversized burgundy cardigan with loose mom jeans and a black t-shirt. Comfy and casual. It was perfect. 

Dinner was amazing, and our conversation never stopped. Everything always felt easy with you, and when we curled up on the couch to watch a movie, I couldn’t help but pull you next to me. Holding you felt like gluing pieces of me back together. It is the first time that I have felt whole in years. I knew then that I could never let you go. You turned to look at me to ask me what movie to watch next, and I kissed you. I couldn’t wait anymore. My heart was beating so loudly I swore you could hear it. My body was shaking, but then my lips pressed yours, and the world stilled. Absolute quiet. For a person who lives with a raging demon in the back of her head at all times, the silence was… comforting. Like finding a peace that I thought I lost forever. When I pulled back, I pressed my forehead to scared to look at you in case everything I felt was one-sided. 

Instead, you giggled, a short musical one, so then I had to look. You were grinning up at me, and then you pressed another kiss to my lips. Before you left for the night, I asked you to be mine. I didn’t want to wait for more dates to pass by because I knew then, sitting on that couch, I wanted to be with you. For as long as I could have you. This last year with you has been the best year of my life. I hope you know that…I should tell you that when I see you today. I promise you I will. I should have told you before, but I love you Y/N. I love you more than all the stars in the damn sky.

Melissa arrived at school later than usual, her journal entry swallowing a large part of her morning. She rushed to your classroom, where you were already writing on the board. You had that same burgundy cardigan on from your first date, and she wondered if it was intentional. With your back turned, Melissa studied you, trying to build up the courage for everything she had to say. As she glanced at your desk, she smiled when the pictures of her were now back amongst your knick-knacks. Pieces were slowly coming back together. There was hope pulling her further away from the demons in the back of her mind.  

“Your coffee is next to the dolphin,” You smiled, catching Melissa’s attention, “May be a little cold.”

“I am sorry I was a little late getting out of the house this morning. Was writing in my journal to you,” Melissa responded, grabbing for the coffee, “I will take cold coffee from you any day though.”

You laughed, moving to stand on the other side of the desk opposite the redhead, “Remember the cardigan?”

There was a silent plea in your face. You wanted her to remember but were terrified that she had forgotten. Melissa sat on the edge of the desk, pulling you in until you were slotted between her legs. She moved a strand of hair behind your ear, “Of course I remember. You wore it on our first date. One year ago today, when I asked you to go steady with me.”

A snort escaped you as you rolled your eyes, “I still can’t believe that is how you phrased it. So old-fashioned.”

Melissa grinned, “Happy anniversary, baby.” “Happy anniversary Angel,” You closed your eyes as if debating what to say next. 

Melissa was terrified of the worries that would come spilling out, so she cut you off, “I have your gift. I bought it a couple of weeks back, and I was wondering if maybe I could give it to you.”

“I have yours too,” You went to move back, but Melissa wrapped one arm around you and held you close to her, “You have to let me get it.”

Melissa relented, and you moved to your backpack, pulling out a small bag. She reached inside her own purse, a small black box clutched in her palm. You moved back, standing further away than Melissa would have liked, so she curled her fingers through your belt loop, pulling you back in front of her. Giving gifts always made you a little extra self-conscious, and you handed over the bag without looking up from the ground. Melissa pulled away the red tissue paper until a small box revealed itself sitting on top of two tickets. The older woman opened it to a small number-one silver charm. 

“For our one-year anniversary,” You mumbled, twirling your fingers, “I am sorry if it is lame…”

“No! This is amazing,” Melissa reassured you, a smile already on her face, “You have to put it on though. You know the rules. Only you can take off the necklace.”

You shook your head but smiled as you remembered the day you had given Melissa the necklace. You had sealed the lock with a kiss, and Melissa had said that now only you could take it away. She pulled up her hair, and you pulled the clasp to the front, gently pulling the lock. You slid the new charm on until it rested against her baseball bat. You placed the lock back, leaning down to kiss the metal gently. You positioned the necklace back to its original spot, and immediately Melissa fiddled with the charms.

“Just imagine how many are going to be on this one day.”

You nodded in agreement and pushed the bag back towards her, “You still have more.”

Digging inside the bag, Melissa pulled out two tickets to the Philadelphia Eagles v NYC Giants game. She let out a whoop of victory, scanning them over, “You didn’t! These seats are amazing. How did you pull this off?”

“A magician never reveals her secrets,” You grinned.

“You are coming with me, right? I have an old jersey you can wear, and I can tell you all about the game. We are going to have so much fun,” Melissa said excitedly, practically vibrating from joy.

A note of insecurity lipped through your voice, “If you want me to come. If not, you can take Barb or Ava.”

“I want you to come,” Melissa promised, but you could see the pain behind her eyes starting to grow again. The reminder that originally you would have said yes immediately, but a part of you still felt like you didn’t deserve to have access to that part of her world anymore. She pushed this from her mind, grabbing your hand, “There is no one else I would rather take with me, baby.”

“Then I will be there,” You said, attempting to break apart the tension.

“Open your gift now,” Melissa urged, putting the box back in your hands.

You pulled back the lid to a gold necklace. The word Always was written in handwriting that you had to come to know immediately. Melissa had a small blush across her cheeks as your fingers traced the lettering. You extended it out to her.

“You have to put it on. Those are the rules.”

You turned around and pulled up your hair up to expose your neck. Melissa looped the gold chain around you, and you involuntarily shivered. You could feel her hot breath as she leaned in to press a kiss to the lock. She lingered for a moment, kissing the top of your spine and each side of your neck before she pulled away. You were covered in goosebumps when you turned back to the redhead. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as you caught that look in her eye. A twinkle was there with her pupils blown that any other day would have made you weak in the knees. Making sure the door was locked so that you could run your hand along her bare skin before school began. But this wasn’t any normal day. 

“Please don’t, Mel. Don’t say it. Not like this,” You begged, looking at the other woman backing away from her reach. Tears were filling your eyes, and your heart already ached. You could see the words on her lips, ready to be said. You were so desperate to hear them that you could have crumbled. But you didn't want to hear them like this. When there was still a gaping hole between you both. When you were still afraid that she was going to pick up and leave at any moment, leaving you in shreds.

Melissa just shook her head, “Somebody told me that I have to say what I feel, even when things are not perfect. I know we aren’t perfect right now, but I can’t go another day without saying this. This last year has been the best year of my life, and I love you. I should have told you a million different times. I have loved you for months, and I am still in love with you. I will continue to love you every single day of my life. You are my always. I will continue to work every day to rebuild what I have broken. I love you Y/N, and I am not leaving. Not today…not ever if you let me.”

The words were sweet to your ears, and they melted your heart. You could feel the corner of your mouth start to turn into a smile, but the weight of all of it came crashing down upon you. You were both two broken halves, and the thought of losing her to alcohol again by rushing this was all-consuming. Mostly, you were afraid of ruining it like you always had before. Tears were falling down your face as you went to turn the door handle to leave. 

“You told me you loved me first,” Melissa said, standing up and digging through her purse, “Six days ago on the phone, you told me that you loved me.” 

You stopped, and a watery smile crossed your face, “You remembered.”

Melissa pulled out a folded-up note and handed it to you. As you read the words, she repeated them out loud to you, “She told you that she loved you. She said that it hurt to love a person who was drowning themselves before her very eyes. It hurt to hear how much pain you caused, but she said she loved you. If you get a second chance you can’t fuck it up Melissa. You love that woman. You would marry that woman. Build a life with that woman. Get sober. Stay sober. Earn that love back.”

You handed the note back as the bell rang. Brushing your tears away, you leaned in to kiss the redhead gently on the cheek, “You never lost that love, Mel.”

You didn’t elaborate, just stepped out into the hall where kids were already running to their classrooms. You disappeared into the chaos, and Melissa was left standing, one hand wrapped around her charm necklace and the other one clutching her note. 

Dear Melissa,

It’s our one year anniversary today. It feels… hard to be separated from you. Especially today. I still remember that first date like it was yesterday. I had been so nervous. I hadn’t been on a date since Kylee. But you were so sweet and patient. It didn’t feel scary it felt like coming home. And waking up to you over the phone today broke my heart. I wanted you to hold me. To tell me everything was going to be okay. What have I done? Did I create a crack between us that never should have been? Are you ever going to forgive me for what I have done?  I am sorry Mel, I am trying not to be scared all the time, but I don’t know if I can do it. Please forgive me. I love you. 

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Jade! Parting from the idea that we grow into our Sun Placement/Nakshatra later in life, would you say it's a transition from our moon placement to our sun placement or more of an integration? You've said that the moon represents our basic consciousness, then what would the sun represent? Is it still present early in life, does it shape our broader chart in some way? For example: I'm currently dating an Uttara Bhadrapada moon woman, being an Uttara Phalguni Sun so... is it's still a Yoni match? Curious to know what you think, I've never questioned the points I've made until I came across your blog :)

Ok we are confusing two different subjects here. You’re mixing them up and coming up with an idea that we will always grow into our Solar Nakshatra later. That’s not true.

We grow into each and every PLANET at a certain age. The Sun is one of the later ones, it’s true, Sun and Saturn come last.

Any planet of any Nakshatra is always starting from mastery of the previous Nakshatra, and growing into themes of the new one. That happens at its own pace, individually. After all, we don’t get to experience a Dasha of every planet, and we don’t all live long enough to see our Saturns, or even Suns mature. It’s always an axis, from expression the energy of a given Nakshatra in a baby like state, to living it with mastery. Life happens on a scale, and it’s a continuous learning process. Some say that a degree of a planet in a Nakshatra determines its maturity in this lifetime, shows its stage of learning. I don’t know if that’s not too simple, but it definitely sounds plausible.

You don’t “shift” from one planet to another. You don’t shift from the Moon to the Sun. You simply refine, and add on to the list. The Moon’s instinctive habits are simply the first to form (first two years of life), and they will stay with you. But by the time you’re 50 and forward, you’re maturing into your kingdom, your legacy. That is the Sun. That’s why it takes so long to get there, because it takes time to really build a lasting name for yourself. But you never really leave your Moon behind. The Moon is your basic emotional thinking process. You wouldn’t have any consciousness without it. In fact, I believe it’s the source of the saying that “people don’t change”. Consciousness can be understood or refined, but at the core, the person’s reactive self is who they are by age 2, and it can’t be removed. No planet ever goes away. Using the word “integration” is more accurate. But the truth is, we all have individual destinies that mess up that planetary order.

To give you an example, the age of Saturn at 70 and further is supposed to be about rest, retirement, stepping back from central positions of power and into the shadows. But I had my dasha of Saturn at birth, until I was 11. The way the order of the planets worked in my life here was completely reversed. I’m gonna have my own themes of planets at my own time. For instance, Venus is about youth until age 32, it’s about fertility and physical enjoyment and fun, and early stages of family planning, moving into Jupiter that is about raising the family and personal projects into adulthood. But I had no children through my entire “Venus age”, I came from a struggling environment an a poor family and I really didn’t have that much fun, I mostly experienced deaths, losses or challenges. Ironically enough, I’m starting a Venus dasha in a couple of years. So my time to be able to have more relaxation in life will only start in its mid 30s, when theoretically the fun should have just ended at that age.

Everyone on this planet is gonna have something like this going on. No one is gonna have the perfect planet sequence, because life is imperfect in its nature.

If you’re asking about planets you didn’t mature into yet manifesting in earlier life, they represent an aspiration. It is a desire you have inside you, that will simply not fully manifest until the right time, it will grow in stages. If on top of that, you’ve already had a dasha of that planet, we’re talking about a fully ready action plan, roaring to go, that will simply take its time to come into fruition. 

Let’s assume we talk about my Sun being the kingdom of being a spiritual teacher and the related online presence, I can’t say it’s “not there”. It’s about building blocks, and it’s gonna take years of writing, content creating and posting. Is it anywhere near what I would call my final stage kingdom, in a satisfactory way? Nope. But it’s still there.

The subject of Yoni matches is an entirely different matter, and yes of course, yoni pairs stay the same.

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Star Wars Headcannon (part 2):

Luke Skywalker becomes a Jedi and becomes scary. But after the emperor dies he becomes terrifying.

I read somewhere that when Jedi do something really important and big in the force they get a sort of upgrade. Like Obi Wan was never actually super powerful in the force but when he “kills” Anakin he gets like a huge experience boost. So when he goes to take Luke to Tatooine he is extremely powerful in the force.

So with that logic, Luke, when he redeems his father, gets a HUGE force boost. Like before he was a little odd and people were like, “yeah he’s weird but it’s cool.”

Then one day after the destruction of the second Death Star Wedge and the boys are hanging out and suddenly they get goosebumps and all of their hair stands up on their arms. They are like “!!!! Quick something’s wrong !!!!” Then they turn around and it’s Luke “farm boy” Skywalker, with his blonde hair and crooked smile.

He looks normal but then his eyes are a little too blue and clear. Wedge is like “hey, bud you doing okay?” and Luke is like “of course!” But his eyes kinda glow and his voice is like…weird. And his body kind of…glows.

As time goes on they realize it’s the same old Luke as always but he is SUPER powerful. Like you shouldn’t be able to use the force like that, but he is like making a cup of tea and ironing his cloak all with the force, while he is sitting and watching a holofilm.

It’s not until they see him in action, like in a fight, where the change is really noticeable. Luke uses the force like another limb. The lightsaber isn’t even in his hand it is floating a few inches from his body. The force is so strong with him that any enemy that even tries to touch him is pushed back by an invisible shield. His eyes glow the same color of his saber. The air is vibrating with the power.

Unlike Vader, who was equally as powerful as his son, exuded a cold aura. One that affected everyone with an evil and foreboding air. Luke’s aura is so hopeful and strong. His enemies basically shit themselves with fear but his allies get a skill/morale boost by just being near him. Over time he learns how to kind of dampen his weird aura but his power is so strong that he is always just kind of odd.