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PICK A CARD: What they want to say to you
Hello and welcome to this new post of mine! I will give you a reading on what certain people want to say to you even though they’re afraid to do so for whatever reason. I hope you guys enjoy and find this interesting.
Masterpost > Paid Readings
~pick a card~
Pile 1:
This message to you is from a parental figure with a masculine energy. They want you to know that they’re incredibly proud of you and that they see how much you’ve progressed over the years, how much you’ve grown and how much you’ve endured. They want you to know that they think you’re incredibly strong and that they look up to you due to how well you’ve been keeping your head high in difficult situations.
This parental figure wants to apologise to you as well; they are aware they aren’t the best at communication, at making clear what it is they feel and what it is they think of you. They also hope you can forgive them for all the faults they’ve made over the years, and some hope you’ll be able to give them a second chance.
Pile 2:
This is a message to you from a younger person with feminine energy, for most of you this being a sibling. They want you to know they look up to you and that you’re really cool and a super hero as well. They want to thank you for all it is that you’ve done for them, and that they hope you’ll continue to spend time with them even if the communication lessens a bit over time.
They love seeing you happy and wish to continue seeing you happy; you deserve to be happy because you’ve made them happy countless of times before. They are proud to know you and be connected to you; they even speak fondly of you to their friends sometimes because they look up to you so much.
Pile 3:
This message is from an animal (didn’t expect an animal to come by). Keep in mind that you don’t need to have a pet to be able to resonate with this message; there are animals all around us, and many of them will have seen you a lot of times even if you haven’t paid attention to them before.
This animal wants you to know that they see and notice you having difficult moments, that you’re hurting and sometimes feel hopeless in all it is you need to do, what is expected from you and how you feel. They want you to know that you’re allowed to cry, allowed to pity yourself, especially if you don’t believe you have it hard enough to feel that wat. That everything will be okay and that you’ll eventually find your way through life, just like they did. You will be free and have fun eventually, and that you must not give up to finally feel all what life is about.
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Komodo Dragon from Spirit Animals
#Komodo Dragon#lizard#spirit animals#thank you for your submission!#why he got man hands#cursed creatures
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#meme#memes#shitpost#shitposting#humor#funny#lol#satire#funny memes#funny humor#funny meme#comedy#australia#spirit animals#pigs#animals#animal memes#news#sarcasm#irony#joke#parody
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ppl on twitter are such haters, you can't even make a post ab zutara without a dozen mfs lined up in your comments going "iT's bEEn tWeNtY yEArS" bro if there's a time limit for shipping things i'm cooked bc my obsession is from a book series that fizzled out and died in 2018
#i honestly don't really get the hate behind zutara given that it makes so much narrative sense#but that's okay some ppl are just determined to go to war over a kids' show i guess#text#atla#spirit animals#spirit animals books#spirit animals series#katara#zuko#abeke#shane#zutara#shaneke
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spirit animals, Maizulee.
Azula's spirit animal is dragons.
Mai's spirit animal is crows.
Ty Lee's spirit animal is otters
The dragon was in his cave peacefully, until his old crow friend arrived with something interesting, or rather, someone interesting.
The three loved each other so much that they were reincarnated again and again, and the three are always as united as the first time, and a love older than humans.
#maizulee's legacy#azula#mai#ty lee#maizulee#atla#avatar the last airbender#animals#spirit animals#reincarnation#old love#translator#traductor
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Spirit animals reading
Anyone want to know the name and species of your spirit animal? I can tell you for $5.
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How to find your spirit animal
Finding your spirit animal is a deeply personal and individual experience.
Here are some steps you can take to connect with and discover your spirit animal:
Cultivate Awareness: Start by developing a heightened sense of awareness and mindfulness in your daily life. Pay attention to the animals that appear frequently in your dreams, visions, or even encounters in the physical world. Notice if any particular animals consistently grab your attention or resonate with you on an intuitive level.
Meditation and Visualization: Engage in meditation or visualization practices to connect with the spiritual realm and invite your spirit animal to reveal itself to you. Create a quiet and comfortable space, relax, and focus your intention on connecting with your spirit animal. Visualize yourself in a natural setting and invite your animal guide to appear. Pay attention to any impressions, feelings, or imagery that arise during the process.
Dreamwork: Before going to bed, set the intention to receive guidance from your spirit animal in your dreams. Keep a dream journal by your bedside to record any animal-related dreams or symbols that you may encounter. Reflect on the meaning and messages conveyed by these dreams.
Intuitive Guidance: Trust your intuition and inner knowing. Be open to the signs and synchronicities that may occur in your life. Sometimes, the right animal may simply come to you through unexpected encounters, repeated imagery, or through experiences that resonate with their symbolism.
Research and Study: Once you have an idea of the animal that may be your spirit guide, take time to learn about its symbolism, characteristics, and behaviors. Explore its cultural and spiritual significance in different traditions and belief systems. This knowledge can deepen your connection and understanding of your spirit animal.
Remember that connecting with your spirit animal is a personal journey, and it may take time and patience. Be open to the process and allow the connection to unfold naturally.
Your spirit animal can serve as a guide, offering wisdom, support, and spiritual guidance as you navigate your life's journey.
#spirit animals#spirit guides#witchblr#witchcore#witchcraft#witchlife#white witch#beginner witch#witch tips#grimoire#spirituality#book of shadows
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YOUVE READ SPIRIT ANIMALS??? BRO I FUCKING LOVE SPIRIT ANIMALS THATS MY SHIT AGHHH.
Conor's my favourite too I love him sm he is literally so sweet. Tell me everything you think about it and if you made a spirit animal for yourself
SOBBING SOMEBODY ELSE KNOWS ABOUT SPIRIT ANIMALS ITS A MIRACLE I own the two main series in hard cover they are all lined up on my little bookshelf they have such shiny spines and I treasure them beyond compare
overall I think the whole series is amazing and there’s genuinely not many like,,, corrections or whatever that I have for it. while I adore the first series I actually like fall of the beasts better ESPECIALLY BECAUSE OF HOW OVER POWERED CONOR GETS I LIVE FOR THAT SHIT SO BAD
Conor has always been my favorite of the four main characters mostly because his character arc in terms of personality is a copy of my life. he had so many important moments for himself and for the team and overall I think it’s so interesting how he becomes the leader-figure of the group, ie the others pack bonded so hard to him. in reality I see Meilin as the inner-group leader but people outside the four of them see Conor as the leader. puts a lot of pressure on him as well as the pressure from being the wielder of the Staff of Cycles and the fact that he’s basically an oracle/prophet by the time the second series ends AND how he was the only one infected by the Wyrm. he’s one of my special blorbos I love him so much
also he’s genuinely one of the most powerful warriors to ever walk that planet. no I don’t take constructive criticism on that
BONUS THOUGHT I don’t care if nobody else on the planet thinks this but the four heroes are in a polyamorous relationship no doubts about it. despite Rollan and Meilin being the only ones in an actual canon relationship, they all act the same to each other like. once the characters who are dating are acting the same way with the two other friends you just. Know. they all love each other so much
in terms of making my own spirit animal, I did play the spirit animals game while it was still alive (?) and I usually picked a very large black panther/leopard/whatever I think?? or a tiger sometimes but I don’t think I ever claimed an “official” spirit animal. I always just wanted to be Conor, so I guess a wolf would be my official spirit animal
to be fair though I was biased toward having no spirit animal because I was obsessed with the redcloaks more than the greencloaks. I adored Worthy to death and I created multiple redcloak OCs despite never making a greencloak one. they are just so cool omfg
this makes me wanna do stuff with spirit animals on this blog ahajdjfhdhdhdh. maybe I’ll draw them or something that would be nice. I did write some stuff for it but it was all on paper so I’d have to dig it up. also I don’t think any of the stories were very serious like most of my fanfics end up being lmao
#YIPPPEEE IT MADE ME SO HAPPY JUST TO RANT ABOUT THIS#maybe sometime I’ll do some analysis or post parts of what I wrote or draw something we’ll see!#hmmm how to tag?#spirit animals#spirit animals books#spirit animals fall of the beasts#spirit animals conor
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My Conbeke headcanons cause why not
Everyone can see it but them + she fell first, he fell harder trope
Abeke sleeps in Conor's t-shirts, even before they started dating
Conor acts all annoyed saying that soon, he won't have what to wear, but he actually thinks she looks really cute in those
After the Wyrm, the only times Conor wouldn't have nightmares was when Abeke slept next to him
Abeke doesn't like having her hair untied, but when she does, it's always because Conor once told her that she looked good with her hair down
Conor is the one to cook in their relationship. Abeke is terrible at it
Everyone thinks that Meilin or Rollan is the biggest Conbeke shipper, but in reallity it's Worthy
Every time Conor feels bad or insecure or smt else about what he did because of Wyrm Abeke kisses his forhead or arm, where Wyrm started the infection
Before the two started dating, on girl's nights with Meilin, Maya, Lishay and sometimes Kalani or Tasha, the rest of the girls tried to make Abeke to admit she liked Conor, and she always refused to do so, even though it was so obvious
they spent a lot of time in library, Abeke teaching Conor how to read, cause she's a bookworn herself
#conbeke#abeke#connor#spirit animals#spirit animals series#headcanons#spirit animals books#meilin#worthy#tasha#lishay#maya#kalani
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TAROT GAME: Spirit of the Animals: CLOSED
Hello and welcome to this post! I decided to do a new tarot game since I haven't done one in a while. I hope you all like it and enjoy!
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Reading Contents:
An animal that correlates with your situation and message;
A word / characteristic that fits with your animal and is important to your message;
A message that gives you advice, hints, warnings, words of encouragement, or anything else your spirit team wants you to hear / know.
How to get this reading:
Follow me;
Like/reblog 3 of my posts;
Comment that you are playing under this post.
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Headcanon #12
I remebered today that there were other characters in the SA series (oopsie poopsies 🤷🏾♀️)
-MY FRIEND SHANE. Let's discuss him shall we? (At another time but take a small headcanon abt him for now while I write that essay)
-basically, Shane's an adventurous kid. So when he first starts travelling as a Conqueror, he's thinking "what the flip wow." And he tries all these foods (steals rlly but shh) and new things and he's just really really happy.
(small shippy bit for @bayofwolves)
-So this is after Abeke's gone to the Greencloaks side, but whenever Shane sees something new or amazing, he thinks "I should show this to Abeke." or "Abeke would've loved this."
-and just because I'm feeling extra today 😉, when they meet up again in The Place of Desolation after defeating the Wyrm (Shane lives for the purposes of this headcanon) he's collected all sorts of items to show her and talk to her about; anything he couldn't show her, he describes to her and they're just sitting in their own quiet little bubble 😭
ok enjoy <3
#spirit animals#spirit animals books#abeke#headcanon of the day#spirit animals headcanons#shane#shaneke
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Entwined, Ch 8
Part 8 of a multipart series. Mai has been reborn in the modern age after a full life in the Sengoku. The warlords as spirit animals find her again after 500 years of searching for her soul. Approx. 2800 words.
Part 1
Previous: Part 7
Mai swam to consciousness slowly, aware first of the feeling of motion. The subtle vibration in the soft leather seat. The press of the safety belt across her chest. The muted rumble of the engine and the tires on the road. Her eyes opened, blurry and blinking. Hills and grass sped by through the window to her right. The sun was high overhead in a blue sky filled with white, fluffy clouds.
“Awake, little mouse?” Mitsuhide’s hand was on hers, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles.
“Mmm. Yeah.” She smiled at him warmly for a moment, before she remembered what she’d overheard. Mai pulled her hand back, regretting it as soon as she lost his touch. She frowned. “Where are we?”
Mitsuhide chuckled. “Well, after you passed out, I thought you might need a break. So I took you along to visit a friend of mine at the coast.”
“I have work to do this afternoon. And errands. I can’t just take the afternoon to - to play with you.”
“Mmmm. I think you can. I checked that little notebook you keep in your bag. You planned to pick up beading and embroidery notions and work on a custom design for the emperor’s haori in the play, yes?”
Mai nodded.
“Unnecessary. The back won’t show in any of his scenes. So I’ve saved you some time, which means I get to spend it.” He raised an eyebrow. “Unless there is another objection?”
There was, of course. She knew now that he was in love with some girl from his past. And she knew it shouldn’t matter. Mitsuhide owed her nothing. They were co-workers. Maybe . . . maybe friends? But that didn’t give her the right to feel so - so jealous and hurt and . . . she took a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts.
Mitsuhide looked at her with concern. “Mai?”
“It’s fine. I’m fine.” She shook her head, letting the breath out slowly. “Look. Mitsuhide. I don’t . . . I don’t understand you. Why do you want to spend the day with me? How did you even know where to find me this morning?”
He laughed. “A master never reveals his secrets. But in this case I can tell you it was just luck. I saw you hurry off the train and just decided that I wanted to spend time with you today. Even if just as your assistant.”
“But why?” Why do you haunt me and tease me and look at me with those warm, sun-gold eyes when there is someone else you love? And why does it bother me so much?
“Ah.” He was silent for a time, looking out at the road with a thoughtful expression. “Would you believe me if I told you we were lovers in a past life and I’ve spent centuries trying to find you again, just to see your smile one more time?”
“Mitsuhide . . .” Mai sighed. “You're still teasing me.”
His laughter held a false note, but after a long moment he glanced over at her and his smile was as playful and mischievous as ever. “Is that what I do? Hmm. How naughty of me.”
She looked out the window, accepting that he wasn’t going to give her a serious answer. If she was honest with herself, Mai wasn’t sure what answer she wanted from him. What would she do if he said he wanted to date her? She would just tell him no again, because he was a client. At least . . . she told herself she would.
“Deep thoughts, little one? Do I trouble you so?”
“You are pretty troublesome,” she shot back.
He chuckled again, this time more naturally. “I suppose I am. So, are you feeling a little better? You had Ms. Higurashi and her fiance quite worried.”
“I am. I just - I don’t know. I’ve been having these weird thoughts pop into my head. Like something from a historical drama. Except I can’t figure out which one I’m remembering and -” Mai paused, suddenly realizing she must sound a little crazy. “I told you about it before, but it’s like, every time it happens I get these terrible pains in my head. It’s scary.” She paused, taking a shaky breath.
Mitsuhide reached over, taking her hand in his. His gentle grip was warm and unexpectedly reassuring. “It will be alright, little one. I promise.”
And as stupid as it was, him saying so made her feel better. As if Mitsuhide could do anything about whatever was going on in her head. But the way he said it, his certainty, made her relax as if he really could protect her. “Thanks.”
His touch lingered even after she thanked him. Mai expected him to pull his hand away but he didn’t and she didn’t want him to so she said nothing. It really wasn’t fair to like someone so much, she thought. Especially someone still pining for an old flame.
They pulled into a parking area close enough to the beach that Mai could smell the ocean on the breeze and hear the low thrum of the waves rolling in. The sound set her immediately at ease, relaxing a knot in her shoulders that she hadn’t even realized was there.
Mitsuhide looked across at her. “If you have any lingering protest, little mouse, now is the time to voice them. I can take you home if that is what you really want.” His thumb stroked the back of her hand.
“I -” She struggled with herself for a moment. It was absolutely not acceptable that he practically kidnapped her on this little venture, but she had planned to spend the day working on the haori for his play . . . “I suppose we can take the rest of the day. But just so you know, if you were anyone else, this would have some serious weirdo stalker vibes.”
He laughed. “I will take it as a compliment that you let me get away with it, then.” His smile faded as he regarded her. “I appreciate your trust.”
Mai nodded. She wasn’t sure how to respond. Mitsuhide was a dark window to her, reflecting back nothing. She felt unsure of his feelings for her, his intentions. He was a stranger. Inexplicable and mysterious. But her heart said to trust him, even if her head told her she was being foolish.
Mitsuhide reluctantly released her hand and got out of the car. “Come along little mouse.”
She got out and followed him as he walked through the handful of parked cars. It wasn’t a holiday or a weekend, and the weather was still cool so the beach was mostly empty. The only sound was the waves, which grew louder the closer they got, and the cry of seabirds wheeling overhead.
The sidewalk ended in a wooden staircase down to the sand. A breeze tugged at Mai’s loose braid and tossed Mitsuhide’s hair around his face. She couldn’t help but watch him from the corner of her eye, careful not to be caught staring. He was smiling in a relaxed way, his eyes soft at the corners as he looked out at the blue ocean. It was such a nice expression, Mai thought. It pulled at something in her chest and set an ache in her heart that made no sense to her.
“I don’t come to the coast very often,” he said quietly. She had to strain to hear him over the waves and the breeze. “I always forget how it makes me feel to see the horizon.”
Mai nodded. She always loved the beach. Her family took a special holiday to the sea at least once a year, growing up. And she made a point to go with her best friends too. Being here with Mitsuhide felt different though. There was that tug in the core of her, and under that a sense of deja vu. Her head began to ache in rhythm with her heartbeat.
Mitsuhide seemed to sense that she felt unwell. He took her arm gently and walked with her down the stairs and onto the sand. “It’s just a little further to the house.”
“So. Who is this friend of yours, anyway? Will they be alright with me showing up too?”
He grinned widely. “He won’t mind. That much I’m sure of.”
The house, it turned out, was more of a shop. Two stories, with a wide, covered porch. The front was decorated with a surfboard hanging above the door, and several swimsuits for men and women hung in the downstairs windows. Inside there were shelves with children’s water toys, buckets and forms for making sandcastles, and little colorful arm floats. Music played in the background, a low thrum of rock music heavy on the drums and bass guitar.
As soon as they walked in, a man came bounding down a staircase at the back, taking the steps two at a time. He had coppery skin and a shock of white hair worn to his shoulders. His arms were heavily tattooed with sleeves of fish and flowers, his hands were gloved, and he wore a gold band a little too short to be a proper necklace and a little too long to call it a choker. But what stood out more than anything was his eyes. Twin rubies lit with an inner fire. Bright and hot and full of some secret joy.
“Mitsuhide! You old snake!” The stranger grabbed his arm and shook it. “Long time no see.”
“Motonari.”
That was when those glinting rubies landed on her. For a moment, Mai couldn’t breathe. She felt as if something were around her neck. She heard the word savvy hissed in her ear and smelled sulfur and hot iron. And then it was gone, and there was just the shop and the two men smiling at her.
“Uh, hi! I’m Mai. It’s nice to-”
“Mai!” And before she could say another word, the stranger pulled her into a hug. “I wondered if I would be seeing you around ag- ahaha. So how are you? What brings you two to the beach today?”
Mitsuhide frowned slightly and pulled Mai closer to him, out of Motonari’s unexpected embrace. “She needed to take a day off, so I kidnapped her and brought her here.”
Motonari laughed, the sound a little manic. “That sounds about right. So what do I owe the pleasure?”
“First, of course, I need to get our lovely Mai some proper beach day clothes. And I had a little something I needed to discuss with you, if there’s time.”
He nodded. “For the lady, if I got it, she can have it. For the other,” he chewed at his lower lip. “We’ll see. I stay out of things now. You know that.”
Mitsuhide smiled as if this were the agreement he hoped for.
“You two can go talk. I - I really don’t need -” Mai started to protest, but Motonari cut her off.
“Ya got flowers in yer ears, girl? Ya heard the man. You need a bathing suit, a cover up. A sun dress. Something to sit on. A parasol. Don’t be shy.” He grinned, eyes flashing. “This bastard here’ll cover ya so don’t be shy.”
“I insist,” Mitsuhide nodded, shooing her toward the racks.
Mai went, only half reluctantly. She did need a new swimsuit for the summer, if nothing else. She was surprised to find that Motonari had a really nice collection. Burberry, Dior, Versace . . . not the kind of stuff she’d expected given the surf-shop vibe. But she wasn’t complaining. She picked five that looked like they might suit her, two cover-ups because you can’t just pick a swimsuit and not having a matching cover-up! And a sundress that was too cute to say no to.
They guys were standing off to one side, talking intently. Neither of them looked happy. Curious, she idled a little closer to see if she could innocently overhear.
“Ya can’t force it,” Motonari said, his raspy voice was low and unhappy.
“I’m not. She’s remembering on her own. I just didn’t expect that it would hurt her.” Mitsuhide’s smile was gone, his jaw tense, lips pressed to a thin line.
Motonari nodded. “Well yeah. What’d you expect? Ya think it’s painless to have a whole life tossed in on top of yer own? Poor girl.”
“I don’t know if it would be better to stay away or no. I want to be there for her when she -” Mitsuhide glanced up, a knowing look in his eye.
Caught, Mai, shifted from foot to foot. “Uhm. I was just wondering. Where the changing room is?”
“To yer left.” Motonari chuckled. He looked like he knew she’d been eavesdropping too.
Mai hurried off, feeling guilty for what she’d overheard, but curious too. They were talking about her. She knew it. But what did they mean? Remembering a whole life? It was like that stupid joke Mitsuhide made in the car. About her being a lover from a past life. Ridiculous.
She wasn’t sure if she believed in reincarnation any more than she believed in some kind of heaven - or hell for that matter. When people died, they were just gone. No one knew what, if anything, happened past that. It wasn’t that she disagreed with the ideas people had, just that she didn’t think anyone really knew. Much less Mitsuhide Akechi, teaser-in-chief. But he hadn’t looked like he was teasing Motonari. They both looked deadly serious.
Would it be so bad, she wondered, if it were true? She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
Mai put it out of her mind as she tried on the first swimsuit. It was a little more daring than she usually wore. Though it was a one-piece, the top and bottom were connected only by winding ribbons of fabric. The bottoms had a high thigh line and the top was two ruched triangles of fabric - just enough to make them ok for a public beach and not a stitch more.
She thought it looked pretty good on her. Almost like a toga turned swimsuit, with the white and gold accents. Mai checked herself out in the threeway mirror. She had never liked the way her butt looked in a swimsuit, but that wasn’t the suit’s fault.
“Are you planning to hide in there, Mai? Or are you going to show us what you picked?” Mitsuhide called from outside.
“Ya, give us a fashion show, girlie!”
Mai frowned at the curtain. “I haven’t picked anything yet! I’m just trying some on.”
“Then let us help you pick.” Mitsuhide laughed. “Come on. Don’t be shy.”
“I’m not shy,” she shot back, pulling the curtain open. She was, but she didn’t want Mitsuhide to be right. He acted like he knew everything about her and he didn’t. So if he thought she was shy, well . . . Mai stepped out, defiant in her swimwear.
The expression on Mitsuhide’s face was worth the discomfort she felt putting herself on display. His lips parted to let out a startled breath. His eyes were as wide as teacups. He made a little strangled sound from back in his throat, as if he wanted to say something but the words got all tangled up there.
Motonari whistled. “You got good instincts. That one’ll knock any man out. Makes a guy wonder if yer single?”
“If you’re asking, then yes. I -” Hideyoshi flashed into her mind for a moment. “Nothing serious.” Mai cleared her throat, feeling a touch guilty. She knew he wanted to be more than friends, but she wasn’t ready to take that step.
“If ya want to change that, I’m on the market.” Motonari shifted his stance slightly, and something about the way he stood emphasized his slim hip, the curve of his strong thighs. He had a certain, rough appeal to him.
“She has better taste than that.” Mitsuhide finally found his voice, though he sounded a bit breathless.
Mai grinned. Something about that flicker of jealousy made her feel happy. “So? Is this a good one?”
“I think something a little more . . . covering.” Mitsuhide gestured to a pink, frilly one piece that would cover her from the base of the neck to mid-thigh.
“Mmm, I don’t know,” Mai tugged at the criss-crossed ribbons on her abdomen. “You really don’t like this one?”
Mitsuhide took a breath, and that was when Mai noticed a tinge of red in his cheeks. “It’s . . . it’s very . . .”
She realized this was her chance to get him back for his earlier teasing. “Very?” Mai turned in a slow circle, trying to move like the models did at fashion shows. Graceful and sinuous, almost like a snake.
The red in his cheeks deepened. Instead of replying with words, he took her arm and hurried her back into the changing room. “Try something else,” he managed, his voice hoarse.
Motonari was laughing. “I’ll leave you two to figure it out.”
“I like this one.” Mai’s chin stuck out stubbornly. Just the fact that Mitsuhide did not want her to wear it made her want to.
“Little mouse -” He took a breath. “I cannot . . . I do not want . . .” Mitsuhide’s gaze was heavy with internal conflict, as if he were wrestling with his own thoughts on the matter. “I have no right to tell you what to wear,” he said after a pause. “But please. Please believe me when I say I do not want other men to look at you in - in this -” His gaze drifted down, moving slowly over her mostly exposed body.
The slow, hungry look made Mai feel even more naked than she was.
His hand stroked down her shoulder, sending a prickle of heat across her bare skin. Mitsuhide’s eyes finally pulled away from her body to fix on her face again.
They were so close, she realized. The dressing room wasn’t all that large, and Mitsuhide wasn’t all that small. If she went up on her toes, she could kiss him, she thought. And more surprising to her, she wanted to. She felt her body leaning into him, obeying her desire without thinking it through.
Mitsuhide stepped closer, his body pressing closer to her. He was warm and firm and solid. His hands rested on her arms. A lock of his hair fell forward, brushing against her forehead. She could almost feel his lips, they were so close to hers. Then, as if lifting a great weight, he pulled back from her, his hands dropping to his sides. “It is too soon,” he said quietly, more to himself than to her.
Aloud, he added, “Please. Try on something else. That’s all I ask.” He stepped out of the changing room and closed the curtain firmly behind him.
Mai froze in place, unsure how to react. The changing room felt empty with the loss of his presence, but there was a budding warmth in her chest from his raw, honest reaction. She decided she would try on a less revealing swimsuit, but there was no way she was leaving this one behind. Not when it elicited that look in his eyes.
In the end, she selected a sky blue one-piece with side cut outs and a low back to wear for the day, with a matching silver and blue cover-up and sandals. And Motonari threw in a parasol with tiny little bellflowers on a white background. She also took the sundress, pale green with little embroidered sunflowers on the bodice, which she wore out because her work clothes didn’t feel right for the beach.
Mitsuhide didn’t ask her to model anything else, but he seemed to be back to his regular self as they left the shop.
Motonari gave them a warm goodbye and told Mai she should stop in again. She decided she absolutely would. Her friends would love this place and Motonari.
#ikemen sengoku au#ikesen mitsuhide#ikesen motonari#mitsuhide akechi#motonari mouri#cybird otome#otome#otome guys#fanfiction#fanfic#fluff and drama#spirit animals
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tarik's death is even more devastating when you consider how much he would never know.
tarik died thinking abeke and meilin were dead and he had failed them.
tarik would never know shane was the devourer all along, he never knew abeke got her heart broken, he never knew her relationship with meilin changed for the better, that meilin and jhi were freed from the bile, that they mended their bond, that the war was ended. he never knew rollan and meilin got together.
he never knew conor got infected, that his own nephew summoned cabaro and rollan and abeke took him under their wing, that abeke reconciled with shane in the end. he never knew that abeke lost uraza, but that she got her back.
tarik never knew that rollan would eventually create a bond token, his own talisman, from tarik's old cloak. he never even knew rollan took his greencloak vows -- he could only hope. oh god. i am in so much pain.
he never got to see the four grow up. change. mature. become stronger. love each other deeper.
i'm choosing to believe erdas has an afterlife of some kind and tarik has been watching over his kids the whole time bc it's too painful to imagine otherwise.
#i'm inconsolable now#i just know the four have missed their dad every step of the way#and i know he's so proud of each and every one of them#text#spirit animals#spirit animals books#spirit animals series#tarik#conor#abeke#meilin#rollan#shane
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