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ravens-two · 3 months

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PAC: What's Your Planet Archetype?

This reading includes:

your planet archetype

how it affects the way others perceive you

The extended reading includes:

your aesthetic

the best way to work with this planet archetype

a mini-playlist that captures your vibe

Disclaimer: this is just for entertainment purposes, and as a pick-a-card reading it may not resonate for everyone.

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Pile 1

Ace of Cups, Six of Pentacles, Coming of Winter

"It comes in lullabies deep within your mirrored flesh. Alas, it is time to lay your quivering chest upon the winter's coming."

Moon

Pile 1 your planet archetype is the Moon. In astrology the Moon represents our inner world, that which is hidden, but also comes to the surface in the shape of feelings and emotions. Those who are ruled by the Moon tend to be highly emotional, empathetic and artistic. All of these qualities are shown in your cards here. The Ace of Cups is the overflow of emotion that you feel, even by just watching a film. You feel deeply and sometimes that creates a dissonance with the people around you, as they don't understand things on the same emotional level that you do. This also makes you very intuitive. You are capable of picking up on a lot of information from subtle cues. You might be able to finish other people's sentences or to pick up on things and feelings that they haven't revealed.

Most likely you are more of an introvert, as your inner world is richer than the outer world. You don't get bored easily, because your imagination is incredibly rich. It's easy to create a story in your mind and to feel it deeply. You're also a really good listener. People might have a tendency of just opening up to you, even if they hadn't intended to do so. There's just something about you that makes them feel heard and understood. I also get the feeling that a lot of you also act a bit as therapists or psychoanalysts for yourselves and for friends. You listen to your friends and help them to work through their feelings, thoughts or problems.

How it affects how others perceive you

The first thing I'm getting is that you have a lovely voice, pile 1. People enjoy hearing you talk and you might also like to sing as well. I also get the feeling that people see you as someone who is wise beyond their years, but also as someone who tends to be fair. They know that they can come to you to help mediate a problem, because you'll be kind, but fair at the same time.

Some people see you as being closed off and sometimes even a little bit pretentious. They think that you're faking your sensitivity to get attention. This doesn't reflect the way most people see you though. In general, you're seen as someone who is very empathetic and compassionate. I get the feeling that most people think that you're vegetarian/vegan or that you care a lot about protecting animals. Also, you're seen as someone who "will turn the other cheek". They think that you're more inclined to forgive and forget, rather than to confront someone.

Some people might be a bit wary of approaching you, because they think that you won't be interested in them. Sometimes it seems that you are too deep for others to understand. But, there's also a vibe of mystery and a sharpness in your eyes that makes you very interesting. I also think that you give the vibe of being into spirituality or being very intuitive. Which can be a bit off-putting for some, and attractive to others.

Physical characteristics will be different for everyone of course, but I think that most of you have very intense eyes. It's the type of eyes that it feels like you're staring right into someone's soul. I think that some people are even intimidated about this, because it feels like you're jugdging them. It's like you'll know if they're lying - at least that's their perception.

Pile 2

Ten of Wands, Three of Wands, The Veil

"It's quite possible your eyes have become the fog in which you dwell. A half-swallowed glimpse of all that you truly are or can be, that the tears you bleed are ready for the storms to turn the skies inward."

Pluto

Pile 2 your archetype is Pluto. This is one of the dark planets, it deals with power, destruction and transformation. Scorpio is a zodiac sign that has a similar energy to this planet. You're not scared of change, in fact, I think that you crave it. You're constantly evolving, changing and transforming yourself - I don't think that you have a final shape in mind, it's transformation for its own sake. You remind me of the Ouroboros actually. The snake that eats itself.

Your energy is dark, thick and mysterious. You share some similarities with pile 1, in the sense that you're both very intuitive, mysterious and deep. However, while pile 1 is deep in an emotional sense, you're deep in a more mental sense. What I mean by this is that you are more cerebral. You like to explore what is hidden and taboo. You like to explore topics such as sex, addiction, death, philosophical topics like why are we here, is god real, that sort of thing. You're not really into small talk, and you might start a conversation with a topic that is too deep. As you like to explore what is hidden some of you might have a tendency to try to figure out mysteries. This may mean that you like reading/watching murder mysteries or that you indulge in conspiracy theories. Some of you also like to talk (and act!) about topics that make people uncomfortable like politics and activism.

Something that can't go unmentioned is your interest in the occult. For your oracle card you even got The Veil. You see more than people realize and I mean this in two ways: you might have some sort of psychic powers, or it's just your ability to pick up information that hasn't been revealed. I think that you're quite prone to lightbulb moments, where you suddenly have big epiphanies.

How it affects how others perceive you

Do you know that dark feminine aesthetic that is so trendy right now? This is that exact vibe. Others see you almost like a vampire, something that is dark, mysterious and alluring, with just a hint of dangerous. Even if you're not conventionally beautiful people are attracted to you. It's the way you walk, talk and present yourself. The cool thing here is that this isn't really intentional on your part. Sure, you can amp it up if you want to, but it's just the way that you are naturally.

As we talked about in the previous section you love talking about deep and taboo topics, because of this some people perceive you a bit negatively. They might see you as a contrarian or edgy, it's like you're just talking about these things to rile people up or to be different (this is how they view it, not necessarily how it truly is). Others think that talking with you can be a bit dangerous because you never know what might come up and they may be refuse to engage in certain topics. Other people are put off by the way you eschew cultural norms and just start talking about these taboo topics. While some see this in a negative light, there are also people who admire the way you can just say what you think and bring up these topics without fear. It makes them a little braver themselves.

You might be seen as someone who is very sexual or sensual, or even as someone who is sexually liberated just because you don't conform to the way things have been up until now. This may attract weird people or stalkers. People also see you as someone who works hard, but tends to take on more than what they can chew. Most people think that you're going to go far in life and that you have the potential to be very successful. However, they don't see you being the center of attention.

Pile 3

Three of Pentacles, Hierophant, The Underworld

"Hand over your known, a shift is near. Take a leap, your journey is clear."

Saturn

Pile 3 your planet archetype is Saturn. In astrology this is the planet of time, restriction, order and growth. This isn't an easy planet to deal with, and often it's guilty of presenting us with our most difficult challenges. This shows me that you have already been through a lot, everything that you have achieved has been through blood, sweat and tears. But, it also shows me that you don't shy away from a challenge. You're a strong person, because life has made you so. In your place a lot of people would break.

The Hierophant is a great card to show this Saturn energy as it embodies hierarchy and power struggles. You're someone who doesn't really like change and appreciates the way our society it's constructed. Sure, it has flaws, but it doesn't mean that it's a bad system. With Saturn being your planet archetype you understand that there's a reason for the existence of hierarchies and that power can only be achieved through a combination of effort and experience.

You work really hard, pile 3. You know what you want and how to make it happen, but it doesn't mean that the road to get there is easy. You also know how to work together with others and see the value in cooperation and community. I feel like you're someone who is very active in their community - you might even do some activism work for the betterment of your community. You enjoy taking care of others, and a lot of you are the Mom friend of your respective groups. I also get the feeling that a lot of you are the eldest sibling or, the older daughter.

How it affects how others perceive you

Others see you as someone who tends to stick by the rules and who doesn't think too much outside the box. If things have always worked this way why should you try a new way and waste time and resources? This how others see you. To them you are very non-nonsense. To some people you might come off as someone who is all work and no play.

Most people see you as being very ambitious and someone who will definitely reach high places. People think that you are very respectful and know how to conduct yourself in different places - like adjusting your posture and language in the group you're in. In general, you're seen as being a good communicator and I think that a lot of you have deeper voices. You seem to talk a little bit slower and with good diction. Also, sometimes the way you talk is almost like someone who is giving a speech (in a good way).

When it comes to seduction, people see you as someone who is very classy and most definitely out of their league. Your standards are super high and people think that they would never be good enough for you. Your flirting style is subtle and again, quite classy, a bit old-fashioned even. People expect that you will want to be romanced (if you're a woman) or taking the initiative and do the romancing (if you're a man).

Most people see you as being very traditional, even when it comes to politics and gender roles (again this is just their perspective and not the objective truth). I also get the vibe that some people think that you are very closed off and that they don't get to see the real you, just the persona that you're projecting.

Pile 4

Chariot, Eight of Pentacles, Crystals and Herbs

"Oh what medicine, what sacredness to behold. A dash of healing straight from Mother's home."

Mars

Pile 4, your planet archetype is Mars. Mars is the fiery planet of conflict, passion and drive. Something that I get right away is that you might be very into sports or dance, or that you move in a very graceful way. You're a go getter, pile 4. Differently from pile 3, you're not someone who wants to achieve things for status, but because you love the thrill of going after something. You are passionate and very outspoken. You have strong beliefs and you don't shy away from stating them. I get the vibe that most of you talk quite loudly.

This is a very specific vibe, but I think that most of you prefer to interact with physical things rather than technology. Basically the embodiment of "go touch some grass". You like arguing and play-fighting with your friends. You tend to have touch as love language, rather than talking about your feelings. When it comes to emotions I think that they can be very big and explosive almost.

I also get the vibe that most of you talk quite quickly as well, and sometimes it might be hard for other people to keep up with what you're saying. You're full of enthusiasm most of the time and tend to hype up and motivate your friends when you feel they need an extra push. When you're working on something it's easy for you to be completely focused on that and block everything out.

How it affects how others see you

Other people see you as someone who is very passionate and for some it seems that you would be quick to anger. They tend to see you as being impulsive and someone who acts without thinking. It's interesting because I think that a lot of people tend to underestimate you for some reason. It's like they think that what they see is what they'll get and that you don't have much depth beyond that.

You're also seen as someone who is very driven and very active. People think that you're always doing something and always occupied. I also get the vibe that you're seen as someone who is in shape or who exercises.

When it comes to a more physical side of you I think that your facial expressions are quite intense. If you're happy or sad or confused it can be seen clearly on your face. In general you also seem to move gracefully or if that doesn't apply you move in a very distinctive way.

When it comes to sexuality and seduction people think that you'll take the initiative and just ask someone out. People also tend to think that you're very sexual (I kinda see the Spicy Latina trope here for you guys) and even a bit promiscuous. People are attracted to you and they might project that negatively onto you.

#pac reading #tarot #pick a card #pac #pick a pile #tarot reading

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tetheredfeathers · 1 month

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Can we talk about how beyond messed up it was for Gale to suggest leaving Peeta and Haymitch behind.

“I have to, Gale. I can’t leave him and Peeta because they’d —” His scowl cuts me off. “What?” “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how large our party was, ” he snaps at me. “They’d torture them to death, trying to find out where I was,” I say.

The audacity he has to snap at her, we're talking about life and death here. The way he openly disregards Peeta and Haymitch's lives is so disturbing, and he out of all people is very much aware of the Capitol's capabilities. Imagine how hurt Peeta would've been if he knew about this, I get that they're not all buddy buddy but that doesn't mean wishing pretty much death upon him just because your jealous.

I get it. He was in love, god knows love makes you blind but this is above and beyond. Especially since Gale is a fairly compassionate person, at least for his own people. I'm saying this because of how many people he rescued in MJ and still felt guilty.

Whereas you have Peeta willing to die for Katniss even if meant for her to go back to Gale, her happiness is all that mattered to him. These are things that really infuriate me when it comes to Gale, while his bomb and kisses with Katniss' are grey areas this selfishness when it comes to love is clearly a fatal flaw.

And then after all this he goes on further switching the scenario in this immature competition of who do you love/care more.

“And me, would you leave me?” Gale’s expression is rock hard now. “Just if, for instance, I can’t convince my mother to drag three young kids into the wilderness in winter.”

And the thing is he's scenario isn't even valid or realistic because Hazelle wouldn't have refused to go with them. Peeta's family is understandable being merchants and all. But Hazelle has suffered and more than knows what the Capitol can do.

There are some things that Gale does that are just unforgivable, and I get that all character's have made huge mistakes but most if not all have some excuse for it ( For example Katniss not talking to Peeta for 6 months, it was wrong but understandable due to the circumstances) while this was just plain selfishness.

#he can be so annoying sometimes #everlark #the hunger games #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #tethered feathers #gale rant #gale hawthorne #katniss x peeta #the hunger games katniss #the hunger games peeta #haymitch abernathy #thg series #thg #hunger games #katniss everdeen

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singingcicadas · 2 months

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Realized that even though it's a shame that there wasn’t much Drift/Megatron interaction in the story, we still got a fairly detailed one-sided account of Drift’s opinion.

Because this is in no way an accurate assessment of the mentality of the crew members on Necroworld. Drift's either doing some really bullshit armchair psychology or he's projecting his own feelings and assuming that they're shared by everyone else.

Once you break everyone down individually you can see that Drift’s theory applies to very few people:

Rodimus and Minimus have sort of an ambiguous friendship going on with Megatron. Rodimus literally chose to save his life when he could have let Megatron explode with Tarn. Minimus immediately proceeded to give himself congnitive dissonance b/c he thought Megatron betrayed them by running away.

Nautica Velocity Cyclonus Tailgate Ten have no preexisting history against Megatron.

Nautica has more Other Problems than to pay attention to Megatron.

Velocity’s conversation with Megatron after the psychological attack was nothing but caring and friendly. Megatron even felt comfortable enough to admit to her that he was happy. She and Nautica are amongst the few people who sees Megatron as a person first, before his deeds.

Cyclonus might even admire him a little with the romanticized way he talks about the Decepticon ideology.

Tailgate's knowledge about Megatron's past comes entirely from datapackets and documentaries. And his response to that kind of threat level is to pull a gun on him and then try to shadowplay the evilness out. Point is, Tailgate's method to dealing with threats is to be very hands-on, especially after he got his spark spasm superpowers. His way of coping is definitely not brainwashing himself into thinking 'he's not a threat' and being unconsciously nervous all the time.

Whirl hates Megatron with a passion but he also saved Megatron in the time travel. He views Megatron as less of a threat than the functionists.

Nightbeat doesn’t care about anything other than his mysteries; his response to threat of imminent demise at sundown is to go exploring.

Rung’s… Rung. He’s forgiving and compassionate, and also a professional therapist who should be capable of employing healthy rational methods to cope with Megatron being in his life.

Rewind, like Nautica, has a whole slew of Other Problems, I'm sure Megatron's not a very big priority right now.

Skids is dead.

That only leaves like three people unaccounted for and they’re all branded Megatron sympathizers for a reason: they all said no to Getaway when he asked if they were pro ‘mutiny and kick Megatron off the ship.’

Drift's only been back for seven days, even if he got filled in with everything that happened since, he's still in no position to be making that kind of assessment. He doesn't have the context. He wasn't there when Megatron was captain of the ship. He didn't even meet Nautica Velocity and Nightbeat before he left, he has no idea what they're like or what they think of Megatron. Even Rewind's not the same one from before. (Add: he also didn't know Ultra Magnus was actually Minimus in a suit)

Most importantly his entire response in the second two panels is the complete opposite of Ratchet's original question. Ratchet's question was "Is it me or is everyone a little skittish?" Skittish. as in nervous. uneasy. jumpy. Drift's like "Megatron's gone so they can relax." But skittish is the opposite of relaxing? and they only started being skittish after Megatron left? He's the only one to bring up Megatron in this?

Rodimus' reasoning in the first panel (sans Rodpod) makes much more sense.

TL;DR: Drift's nervous around his old boss and can only relax after Megatron's gone, so he assumes that everyone else must feel the same way too. Everyone else: not really?

#idw transformers #transformers #mtmte #megatron #Drift #maccadam #Rodimus #Lost Light #not going to tag everyone mentioned in the post #too many people

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petruchio · 5 months

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ultimately tbosas is an inversion of thg, and our main three characters in each are inversions of the main three counterparts. snow is an inverted katniss; lucy gray is an inverted peeta; sejanus is an inverted gale.

snow and katniss are both constantly aware of their self as it relates to how they are being perceived. they’re both hyper aware of the unspoken rules of society that dictate how they must live their lives. but while snow uses his knowledge to manipulate others for personal political gain within the rules of that society, katniss uses her knowledge to highlight the injustice of the rules themselves. snow would see a friend killed before he would allow himself to be implicated in a crime; katniss would rather kill herself than lose the boy she’s grown to care for in the arena. snow would kill the girl he loves to avoid the potential for political backlash; katniss cannot even perform the most simple of her political duties until she is reunited the boy she loves. they are mirrors — they show us that we all have the potential for greatness in us, the decision we make is whether we use our awareness of the roles we play in society for self-serving gain or for selfless love and compassion.

lucy gray is the inverted peeta. first, they’re both artists who use their art as a strategy: lucy grays songs and peetas camouflage. but more importantly, they both use their ability to perform and manipulate a crowd in order to help another person succeed — to help another person survive the games. peeta confesses his love for katniss in order to draw the audiences attention as a way to help her win; lucy gray performs her songs to the crowd as a way to help snow win. for both of them, it’s a fairly selfless act — they do it because they believe in the inherent goodness in humanity, because they love another person. only where lucy gray believes snow is compassionate and good, he lets her down. peeta believes the same about katniss, and she proves him right.

and sejanus is an inverted gale. they both believe in the injustice of the regime, and neither one of them can mask their disgust for the society that forces them to live this way. sejanus cannot mask his feelings about the capitol students; gale cannot hide his frustration with madge. but where sejanus cannot let himself lose sight of the human cost of it all, and that is ultimately what leads to his undoing, it is the exact opposite that undoes gale. the minute gale loses sight of the fact that he is capable of perpetuating the same horrors he claims to speak out against, he loses himself. and thus he ends the trilogy where sejanus begins: in district 2.

all six characters prove the series’ argument. tbosas shows us the other side of everything we’re shown in thg and comes to the exact same conclusion: we all have our own histories, our own baggage, our own traumas, and they all inform how we engage with our society and how we identify and interact with the injustices that are built into our systems. but we all have a choice: and that choice comes down to whether or not we use the skills we learn from our unique histories for self interest, for violence and revenge and war, or whether we use them for compassion, for love, for understanding.

it’s all the same argument; it’s all the same story.

#caroline speaks #thg thoughts #tbosas #i think ??? this is my take for now #tbosas thoughts

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precious-little-scoundrel · 25 days

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Do you have any Ida Brady headcanons for pre-integrated AU? 👀

Oooh yes I do, thanks for asking!

It has occurred to me how we’ve met her when she’s legit at her lowest and coldest. So while she might be impressive AF right now, she’s not exactly the warm hearted sister Johnny could tell you of, the insane dark-horse risk taker Egan will bet on any day, the tireless and compassionate advocate of her girls, or the incredibly conflicted woman Rosie Rosenthal has the audacity to make laugh before Victory rolls round.

Ok, full disclosure, there’s plenty about this AU I’ve not even bothered figuring out as it would drive me mad and stifle the creativity, so plenty of the aspects and rules of integration, etc, have been left nebulous even in my own brain.

The short of this concept, however, is that the Bloody 100th became the first (and likely only? maybe another by the end of the war) bomber group to intergrate. It added to their reputation as a crazy and undisciplined force, an experiment of sorts. Full of mad hatters and women who deserved to get shot out of the sky for attempting to engage in something as masculine aerial combat -it made the men both defensive of their group’s capabilities and that of their female fellows. Sink or swim together, and by god, they flew instead.

This also meant Ida Brady became the highest ranking woman of her sex in the air force at the time, although she was predictably never given close to a full squadron as was her “due” as a Lt. Colonel.

It was a bit of a surprise then when she pushed for full integration of the group, that she should not be over women only, and not all women should answer strictly to her. This was adopted by the time of Harding’s command and the girls’ broader deployment.

Old habits die hard however, and “Ida’s Banshees” were still toasted at the Silver Wings club, although technically many fellas were counted amongst them by then.

How’d she get into aviation? well my dears -it starts with a stock market crash

The Brady family did alright for much of the 1930’s, jobs in rural New York were hard to come by yet the soil was good for food and the community close, the desperate poverty of the big cities wasn’t as starkly obvious or quick to ruin out there. But just because the country takes a turn up doesn’t always mean a single family will, too. There’s always unforeseen twists and turns.

Her two brothers could add to the family with what work they could get, or apprentice as Johnny did. But Ida? Those should have been her courting years, according to mama. Mrs. Brady was a good woman, a product of her times and upbringing and an immigrant child herself. It wasn’t cruel to the Irish, it was custom, to send a child away to better serve their futures.

And so 1937 found Ida seated on a train headed down to an Aunt’s house in Miami, Florida, to help with Uncle’s Travel Agency and earn a wage and hopefully meet some young fellas

There may have been young fellas in Miami but Ida didn’t have an eye for them, she wanted money and security and and to be back with her tight knit family in New York.

Uncle’s little venture was a sprawling enterprise growing free and wild since the mid 20’s in Florida’s sticky air. Sure it was a travel agency but it also coordinated areal mail runs that also accommodated a growing number of passengers, and on the side was Uncle’s true passion: the aviation school of Embry and Riddle.

Named after himself (Riddle) and his business partner Embry, her uncle had been battling the government’s pesky fingers in his training programs since the 20’s and by the late 30’s —when Ida arrived— he had reopened three different times.

Such tenacity and unreserved frustration shown by someone she so admired in regards to authoritarian overreach cemented in Ida’s mind a very clear impression that the persecution she later faced was not due fully to her sex. Instead she chose to consider it persecution of the old American trait of not giving a damn about the pesky ball and chain of higher power. Yes she appreciated her rules in the army, but in civilian enterprises? She has definite opinions about leaving well enough alone

Becoming a pilot for Ida was something that happened out of necessity and opportunity than an immediate passion. If anything it terrified her a bit, but then again, so had canoeing down the rapids in Maine with Johnny. And Ida never backed down from what scared her, only what she felt was wrong. And as far as she could see, God hadn’t said nothin’ against either man or woman flying around. So, having decided to become a pilot and help her uncle in his dreams, she became an excellent one

By 1940 Uncle Riddle had yoked with the U.S. Army Air Corps Training Program, his private school had produced 250 students and certified them as pilots the previous year and he was much in demand.

Ida Brady had been one of his chief instructors and wasn’t that a trip?

When war broke out she was recruited by and immediately joined the WASPS, training women students to transport bombers this time.

You think being a dmv test trainer is scary? Try strapping wings to those kids. It’s hell to be excellent at a thing and sit on your hands while someone nearly kills you both with their inexperience. Yet that was her day job for almost a year, and she had a temperament oddly suited to it, calm, decently patient and lethally critical when needed, she was respected and her students became not only respected but fully equipped to keep themselves and their cargo safe by the end.

When the Air Force pitched its experimental Integrated Squadron, Ida already knew the majority of the girls joining would prove to have been her students.

I am not sure she jumped at a combat position immediately, between her traditional upbringing, crucial training role and suspicion of the army screwing over the whole endeavor, I think she would be wary.

There’s speculations about who talked her into it, some say her brother had reported the dreadful discipline and treatment of the 100th’s nearly disbanded female force to her, and driven by stubborn pride in her protégés, Ida Brady had shown up and demanded they at least be nixed with dignity.

Instead she found herself training both men and women to stay the fuck in the air…the whole point of their particular branch

They didn’t get nixed. And Ida was suddenly a squadron commander without an actual squadron

By England I imagine she is still fighting for inclusions in the crews, there’s lots of finicky dealings regarding who gets sent up. She is technically Cleven and Egan’s superior but even she has the sense to know that blending in is her best bet, so she does her utmost and is respected accordingly. An odd third wheel that somehow adds a subtle but significant amount of gravitas and dignity to the whole gang, a rules and regulations gal but on because her own conduct is examined under a microscope by those higher ups who’d like the can they whole production

Under Harding’s command, as the crews become scarce, there is no discrimination left.

Those Who Can, fly.

Ida Brady goes out each time, if her girls are out so is she, even if the integration she fought for is entirely complete.

When she’s downed two days after the disastrous Munster mission that claimed her brother and Egan, it’s just in time, she’s needed on the ground by her girls who’d been lost earlier

Going ahead and tagging in case anyone is interested in this wack list of headcanons ha

MOTA taglist, I only have one so ignore if this is not the universe you signed up for:

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@ab4eva

@earth-to-lottie

@suraemoon

@blurredcolour

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@slowsweetlove

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@barbeygirl

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@vaf24

@harrys-housewife

@claireelizabeth85

@pearlparty

#well hell this is long but thanks for asking I’ve meant to get my thoughts straight on this #so much to figure out still

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icedragonlizard · 13 days

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I imagine Galacta Knight being bad-tempered and lashes out easily.

I mean... to be honest, considering what he's been going through, how couldn't he be bad-tempered? His life sucks. Being trapped in crystal for long periods of time can't be fun at all. Doesn't help at all that I interpret he's conscious during it, which just adds on to the misery.

And the only recent interactions he has with other people is when they summon him for a fight. Like he's literally just being used for people's entertainment. To let people be enriched by fighting him.

If I was trapped for a long time and only interacted with people via them picking a fight with me, I'd be bad-tempered and snappy too.

I'd imagine that he's really traumatized for being trapped for so long. It'd only make sense. I feel bad for Galacta Knight. He's been treated inhumanely for so long, there's no way it wouldn't mess him up.

In my personal interpretation, Galacta Knight wouldn't be friends with Meta Knight. I usually don't factor in extra mode content in my verse, but I do interpret the event of Meta Knight summoning and fighting Galacta Knight as something that happens in my verse.

And that's precisely the reason why they wouldn't be friends in my verse. Galacta Knight does not like Meta Knight for having the audacity to summon him, pick a fight, and then leave after winning. Truthfully, he holds a grudge about it. I think they'd fight every single time they encounter each other. Meta Knight loves to fight anyways, so I'm sure he wouldn't be bothered by Galacta Knight picking a fight with him out of anger and frustration for what been happened to him.

I actually don't interpret any of the four major knight characters getting along. In my opinion, Meta Knight and Dark Meta Knight would still pick fights with each other most times they encounter. I also imagine Galacta Knight and Dark Meta Knight fighting. Although I could maybe see them trucing a bit over their mutual distaste for Meta Knight, but I feel like they'd mostly fight anyways because they're both standoffish and ill-tempered people that lash out easily. And I, of course, do not imagine Morpho Knight being friends with any of the other three major knights because I generally do not see the grim reaper being exactly friends with anyone LOL.

That being said, I could definitely see Galacta Knight being friends with Kirby. Mainly because Kirby is easily capable of being anyone's friend. Although it might take some time in Galacta Knight's case because I like to think he's (understandably) grumpy and irritable over being trapped in crystal for so long, but Kirby is a compassionate little guy that's sad about people being hurt, so he'd be giving some support. He'd give Galacta Knight a hugely needed hug because that's a very Kirby thing to do when he goes to establish a friendship.

... Imagine Kirby stopping Meta and Galacta from fighting, lol.

#kirby #galacta knight #kirby super star ultra #meta knight #dark meta knight #morpho knight #meta knightmare #meta knight's revenge #meta knightmare's revenge #meta knightmare returns #super kirby clash #aeon hero

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everlastiingiimmortals · 21 days

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A Review on the Genius Society and Dr. Ratio: A Conflict of Philosophy

"The Path of Erudition has neither reason nor logic." - Dr. Veritas Ratio, v1.6

I've been thinking a lot again about Ratio and his opinion on the Genius Society lately, particularly with respect to their reception of him and vice versa. Looking through the voicelines available in game, you'll find that currently (as in not including Aventurine, since he's not released yet), not a single person has any reference to Ratio. Nobody speaks of him, nobody speaks to him in team ups. Not Herta, not Ruan Mei, and I can only hope that Screwllum or Sunday actually talk about him -- but unfortunately it is more likely that the latter will not. For such a big name, properly introduced to us by Asta (who also doesn't have a voiceline on him), he goes... well. Largely unnoticed by the target of his ire.

And sure, it's a gag when it comes to the texts you get from Ruan Mei and Herta in the game, for they have absolutely no clue about his presence on the station. Really, the only acknowledgement we get from them about Ratio is Herta talking him the fuck down in the 1.6 livestream, but that's also not necessarily canon, so I'm dismissing that for now. And I'll admit, this is something that I have talked about multiple times, but I find it so foundational to everything that Ratio is as a person that I want to touch upon it again through the lens of the Genius Society as a properly extensive post.

It's really, really funny in a depressing way that Ratio is so faceless to Ruan Mei and Herta that he can waltz around the station and do whatever he damn well pleases, including bullying Asta and intimidating Arlan and trespassing into the Seclusion Zone supposedly without raising any sort of alarm. He receives no consequence for, as we say, ~pulling some shit~ on someone else's proclaimed property, or even literally stealing the Phase Flame from right under Ruan Mei's nose (which he does return to Screwllum despite clearly being capable of utilizing it effectively and having every reason to keep it for himself), almost as if he was never there. And yet this is exactly the problem, isn't it? This is the exact thing he criticizes about the Genius Society. He doesn't exist to them, because he is not a genius according to Nous.

And the problem with that assessment is not that he isn't good enough. It isn't that he isn't smart enough. He has received the acknowledgement of a Genius Society member, # 55 Yu Qingtu, Ruan Mei's old friend, who commended him on his contributions to the understanding of evolution. He was able to solve three of the mathematical challenges Genius Society member #56 Elias Salas, widely known for his publicity, left behind. It is not that he is not on par with them in terms of intelligence. So why? Why was he not deemed good enough? It's a question he asked himself so many times, and a question he already has the answer to.

He's too compassionate.

And Nous was a machine. What does Nous care of humanity? What does Nous care of anything aside from THEIR primary directive? Nous provides not solutions, but questions. Not care, and certainly not compassion. THEY seek only to know what happened before, what is happening now, and what will, or can, come to be. The Genius Society members are all inherently selfish because they are the same as Nous; they must be the same as Nous, in order to assist in Nous' goal. Even Screwllum, gentleman that he is, operates in self interest. He seeks to understand the origin of his own existence, the birth of his sentience. Even he fails to understand why Ratio pulls his stunt until Ratio explains it to him, because it (likely) simply doesn't occur to him that anyone would stand against the Genius Society in the way that Ratio does, when all Screwllum knows is worship. He is a king.

Ratio tells you exactly why he scorns the Genius Society, 'declares war' on them even, and it's because they don't help anyone but themselves. They don't serve anything but their and Nous' interests. There is, to him, no reason to their behavior, nor is there any logic to their blindly faithful worshipers, who are content to simply exist and orbit them. That's not even living, because they aren't striving for anything. The Geniuses are ruthless, greedy, opportunistic, elitist, and in most cases inconsiderate. Ratio's priority is and always has been helping others. Finding solutions. Lifting up others and leveling the playing field. Curing the sick and diseased. This is why he is a doctor first, a teacher second, a genius third. And it's because of this that Herta and Ruan Mei don't acknowledge him. Even Screwllum, who is at least polite and actually notices and speaks to him, disrespects him, refusing to address him by his proper (and rightfully earned eight times over) title as a doctor, both scholarly and medical. They will never see him as an equal because he cares too much to leave the masses behind and relish in the ivory tower as they have.

So no, he does not want to join the Genius Society anymore. No, he does not want to follow Nous. No, he does not want to give up who he is, or what he's done. Take his morals and limits and his fundamental love for life away from him and he's no better than those who turned their back on the commonfolk to chase the stars alone. And frankly? At this point, he'd rather die than receive Nous' acknowledgement now, after everything he's done and sacrificed. That'd be too little, too late for the boy that once dreamed of opening the doors to that beautiful library, that temple to the mind, without any reservations. What a sick joke.

#Willow Rambles #//about; (DOCTOR OF TRUTH)#i know i'm a broken record with this i know i KNOW but it's so important to me #i just needed to have this all in one big ol post

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serpentandthreads · 2 years

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[ Pick a Card ] What version of myself do I recognize? What version of myself do I not acknowledge?

Felt like doing another pick a card reading, so here we go. The questions for this are: What version of myself do I recognize? What version of myself do I not acknowledge? There will be three piles to choose from based on the images below, so please take a moment to pick out one of these pictures. Try to follow your intuition.

Disclaimer: Pick a card readings are made for general audiences and should always be taken with a grain of salt. What you end up with from this post may or may not apply to you. Use your discernment to determine if this pick a card reading has anything relevant to you.

Pile 1: Bluebell Flowers | Pile 2: Wild Flowers | Pile 3: Tulip Flowers

[ Pile 1: Bluebell Flowers ]

What version of yourself do you recognize? | Four of Cups, The Empress, Three of Swords (rv)

You recognize the version of yourself that is wounded and needs healing. You recognize that sitting with remorse isn't doing anything good for you. Something here is holding you back and you need to move on from it. It's possible that, despite being aware of this, you have been choosing to distract yourself from the problem. For this pile I feel like a maternal figure or lack of is a significant factor. Perhaps what you need is to start nurturing yourself instead of looking for others to do it for you (that being said, if there is something traumatic you are struggling with please seek help with a therapist or counselor).

What version of yourself do you not acknowledge? | Nine of Wands, Five of Pentacles (rv), Two of Wands

You don't acknowledge that you are resilient and perfectly capable of healing. Life has been hard for you, but you've made it this far. Don't be afraid to ask for help. We all need it sometimes. Take the steps necessary to overcome your past and invite newer, better things for your future. You still have a long journey ahead of you, but you've got this.

[ Pile 2: Wild Flowers ]

What version of yourself do you recognize? | Strength, Eight of Cups (rv), The Tower (rv)

You recognize the version of yourself that focuses on your insecurities. You have difficulty focusing on the more positive things about yourself and tend to avoid doing anything that might disrupt what peace you have. As a result, you only sit with the things that bring you down. For some of you, this version of yourself was determined by your peers. Although you may think that people's cruelty made you tougher, it only made you defensive and maybe a little aggressive. You know that people tend to project onto you, so why do you allow them to get to you? You have a lot of good in you. Stop allowing others to dim your light.

What version of yourself do you not acknowledge? | Seven of Wands, Ten of Pentacles, Ace of Wands

You don't acknowledge your own self-worth. There is much for you to be proud of, so own it. You are creative. You are efficient. You have everything you need to prove people wrong. Instead of reacting out of anger or paranoia, choose to let your actions speak for themselves. It's time for you to stop letting others determine who you are. Stay grounded and focus on yourself.

[ Pile 3: Tulip Flowers ]

What version of yourself do you recognize? | Queen of Cups, Two of Cups (rv), The Lovers

You recognize the version of yourself that has much love to give, yet you can't seem to make a connection. You are compassionate and emotionally intelligent, which are both amazing traits to possess, but nobody can seem to vibe with you. Instead of focusing on the fact that you can't seem to find somebody that you vibe with (whether it be platonic or romantic), focus more on yourself first. You can't force a connection to happen, and sometimes you need to stop looking in order to find somebody that you do connect with.

What version of yourself do you not acknowledge? | Two of Swords (rv), Three of Cups, Wheel of Fortune

You don't acknowledge that you stress yourself out too much, especially regarding your friends and other loved ones. You may be surrounded by people who gossip and can't seem to talk about anything that isn't related to drama. Distance yourself from those individuals. Chances are you have been a little too focused on pleasing them over yourself. Take some time alone to practice some self-care and do things that make you happy.

#pick a card reading #pick a card #tarot reading #tarot reader #divination #tarot #tarotblr #witchblr #witchery

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 11 months

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Castaway AU, The End (for now?)

Seven months later finds Kara ensconced on Lena and James' couch, in a living festooned with garlands and holiday lights. The christmas tree in the corner is opulently aglow, with piles of presents heaped beneath it. The air inside the house hums with warm cheer, which spreads throughout Kara's body along with the buzz of mulled wine.

"Aunt Kara!"

A small body jumps into her lap, causing Kara to give a playful OOF before capturing her niece in a fierce hug. "Mia!"

Mia squeals when Kara's fingers dig into her sides with a persistent tickle, but doesn't make any move to escape. After a moment, Kara spots a smear of white sugary icing on the girl's cheek.

"And what is that, huh?"

"Icing! For the cookies. Here!" Mia breaks off a corner of the cookie in her hand, somehow intact through the ticklish exchange. "Mommy says--"

"Mommy says you better get back in there," Lena says, appearing in the living room doorway. "Or else your brothers are going to decorate all the cookies without you."

"No!" Mia gasps. She scrambles off of Kara's lap and dashes off to the kitchen.

Lena takes advantage of Kara's newly unoccupied state to collapse onto the couch next to her, wine glass in hand. She leans against Kara's side, resting her head on her shoulder. "Oof is right."

Turning her chin, Kara lightly kisses the crown of Lena's head. "You're amazing at this, you know."

Lena hums an acknowledgement. Kara knows that Lena doesn't need her to affirm her success as a mother, but Kara does so anyway.

She's always known Lena to be brimming with love just itching to be given. It follows that she'd love her children unabashedly, and guide them into the type of person she herself is-- proud and kind and compassionate.

Still, Kara can't help but notice the ease with which Lena capably wrangles three rambunctious kids with love and empathy.

Moving her wine glass to her other hand, Lena pats her way across Kara's lap until she finds Kara's hand, and loosely tangles their fingers together.

"I'm glad you're here," Lena sighs comfortably.

Kara smiles. "Me too."

Kara has her own apartment in the city, in a neighborhood not unlike her loft on Hope Street. She's considered returning to National City as well, but her heart keeps her in Metropolis, close to Lena and far away from the hero's identity she's left behind. Here, a home has formed around her, filling her with all the love and life she'd lost in the phantom zone.

At a rustle of movement in the doorway, Kara looks up to find James gazing at them with affection warm in his features. She gives him a slow, sleepy blink, and smiles again when he gives a silent nod.

The first weeks of Kara in Metropolis had been slightly awkward. Kara's need to reconnect with Lena had conflicted with her desire not to infringe upon her life with James and her children. Before long, however, she'd been somehow absorbed by their family, leaving her and James not rivals, but instead partners in being precious to Lena's heart.

Soon, the house would fill with even more people, having somehow become the hub for their friends and family to congregate. But for now, Kara simply cherishes the quiet moment around her, and feels as though she's finally, FINALLY, come home.

#supercorp #castaway au #the end #maybe #might have more later #but this is whats currently in my brain #so here you go!

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imthepunchlord · 6 months

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General Elemental Personalities and Miraculous Relations

Wood

Is rooted but expansive, hops between being too grounded or having their head in the clouds, imaginative, ambitious, adventurous, curious, an eager leader, adaptable, eager to grow, independent, quick to provide and support, volatile emotions that can go to the extreme, lives with purpose, can be competitive to the point of risky, has tendencies to take over or try to have things go their way, can grow "too tall" and try and tower over everyone

Fire

Charismatic, romantic, sociable, energetic, likes to be the center of attention, always seeks to outshine others and sometimes can blind others, natural leader, tendency to take over, easily draws people in with their "warmth" but can also send people away by being too "hot/intense", doesn't like being restricted, short tempered, can have really bad burn outs and fall into a depression, seeks fulfillment, dreads isolation, has volatile emotions, feels very deeply

Earth

Grounded, diplomatic, harmonious, stresses when there's discourse, often neutral and patient and open to all sides of an argument, stubborn, is adaptable but can also be slow to change things up, likes to move at their pace, is that fine line between sociable and loner, loyal, desires connection and likes to be needed, known to meddle to reach the desired peace, can range between bullheaded and bold to open minded and charming

Metal

Perfectionist, ambitious, lives by their sense of order, resistive to change, promising leaders, can struggle to connect with others, comes off as emotionally cold/aloof, slow to bond but once they do they care very deeply, hold themselves and others to high standards, righteous, logical/analytical thinkers, seeks efficiency, will involve themselves to achieve their desired outcomes, can be inconsiderate of others in their goals even if well meaning

Water

Introspective, curious, intuitive, eager to learn and expand their knowledge, they think and feel inwardly and deeply, goes with the flow, adaptable and flexible, very withdrawn, quiet and are more loners, can be sociable but needs alone time after a certain point, can be secretive and elusive, observant, empathetic and compassionate, desires truth and appreciates honesty, while gentle there is a hidden power/danger within that can be explosive when there's a snap

Relation to Miraculous and Ideal Matches

One's elemental compatibility shapes how someone can use Miraculous, and there are three established levels of compatibility.

Best: works off using Miraculous that match the elements of what the potential user matches with, and by extension, the kwamis of these Miraculous will also be the most ideal matches for these users. When the best match is made, users will be able to use these Miraculous with little to no struggle, making them immediately practical and efficient. Kwami wise, they will work off users well and cover what they need growth wise. (Atm) All humans embody two elemental cores, lightly acting as their inner yin-yang, with one being more primary while the other is secondary.

Viable: this is the middle ground founded through elements that are next to what elements the user matches with, allowing users some capability to use them, but there is also something that doesn't click, keeping them from being the best matches, which can work off powers or even the kwami (or both). In spite of this, the potential is there and with some effort it can work, there's just a learning curve for powers or something needs to be addressed with the kwami (or both).

Subpar: this is the low point in compatibility and the least ideal matches to be done, both in powers and kwamis. Elementally they're the most unfit, clashes with how a human works, and there's going to be the biggest struggle to really use this well in the field. It's not impossible to make a subpar match work, it just means it's going to be a big learning curve and it's going to take a while to get the powers down, and there's going to have to be effort made between human and kwami to make their dynamic work and what will need to be adjusted. At the core though, given how much the user will struggle in the field, it's best to avoid subpar matches.

In terms of elements, Miraculous are:

Wood: Butterfly, Lion, Turtle, Leopard, Rabbit Fire: Ladybug, Bee, Snake, Horse Earth: Fox, Songbird, Eagle, Ox, Carp, Goat, Dog Metal: Cat, Deer, Mantis, Monkey, Rooster Water: Peafowl, Bear, Pig, Mouse

Dragon and Tiger represent yang and yin respectively, and can match with all elements. Biggest deciding factor for them is whether someone leans more for order or more for chaos.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous compatibility #wu xing miraculous #bagua miraculous #zodiac miraculous #my miraculous spread sheet to figure out who could work with what #at least the current version

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ourolite · 29 days

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𝓒ONCEPT.ㅤ some professional boyfriend headcanons featuring xīn’yuè and a few others he figured imperative to receive attention in his overview. lil' commanding, he is. can you already imagine, or are you invested to see for yourself? if you're staying, may we interest you in a fragrance sample or two, free of charge? ℘RECAUTION.ㅤ switch fem reader, daddy kink, toys, condescending praise, slight bantering, implied exhibitionism.

༺ ceo!boyfriend who is the Chief Executive Officer of an intercontinental brand with the hall and trademark “Anzhong”; a subsidiary worldwide fashion industry with product lines that also include accessories, handbags, footwear, cosmetics, clothing, adult toys, and other minor trinkets such as writing utensils or home decor. The industry was also founded in 1928 in Lhasa, Tibet by Chagmo Kyi. You may also infer that the headquarters is located there as well, which is where the CEO in question dabbles a majority of his life besides with you or his two daughters, Maju and Blumei. There are over hundreds of active boutiques worldwide, at least 15,000 active employees, and their headquarters, which Xīn’yuè works at, is located in Lhasa, Tibet. The revenue of this company is at least 9.35 billion, making Xīn’yuè one of the richest CEOS any business has to offer. Similar to most compassionate businessmen, they soften up when it’s safe to, as it’s not considerably so in a workplace. Have to stay firm towards your subordinates, after all.

༺ ceo!boyfriend who is a spoiler as much as he doesn’t want to admit. Considering that he’s rather emotionally constipated, he utilizes his affection through quality time, affirming words, and gift showers. There are times where you receive the secretary treatment despite being the girlfriend, but he’s communicative enough to apologize for such. While the apology would always seem half-hearted and awkward, he redeems himself with a list of things since he knows the apology wasn’t the best; he truly cares for you but is only capable of showing it appropriately when he deems necessary. Relationships aren’t his forte, after all. Not only he has to worry about his career that takes up too much of his time, but his girls that also take up the little time he possesses when he’s on break. You get him to unwind often which he secretly appreciates, but outwardly he playfully reprimands or mocks you for catering to him like he’s some sort of child. You ignore him however, proceeding to give him head massages as the two of you binge your favorite show as the girls sleep. He feels safe with you. Always. But you’ll have to squint to conclude such.

༺ ceo!oc who canonically has two boyfriends. Yes, two. The phenomenon has yet to process ‘til this day, for he not only received the term and accurate accusation “bicurious” from his workout partner, Zolene Irene, but growing up in a judgmental household closes your mind in a negative manner (shout out to his strongly traditional parents that projected their opinions onto him, especially his homophobic father). Both are also spiritual entities, by the way, and as a human, it’s… overwhelming. One is a curt, cupidity maneki-neko with the name Indigo who happens to also be his financial advisor and natural migraine inducer. His other lover is a sasabonsam, a vampiric tree dweller who has yet to conclude the consequence of skipping out of work constantly just to do what he desires. Oh, I forgot to mention that they’re two Taureans. Taureans. The most obstinate Earth sign, let alone one of the three most in general. In summary, order is the last thing that household needs.

༺ ceo!boyfriend whose sex drive is on the low side of the spectrum, so you’re usually the one either engaging in sexual activities first or engaging in them by yourself; graysexuality is no joke. Generally however, he understands that you have needs, so he doesn’t mind pleasuring you when he feels comfortable despite him not feeling anything in return but genuine entertainment. Though, on another note, when you voice your outwardly desires, he not only gives you a captious expression that corresponds with his sardonic reassurance, but claims that some of the things you want from him are completely unethical. Naturally, you didn’t like this response, let alone his inability to take a moment to put himself in your shoes, so you left the idea alone. Naturally again, he felt a subtle sense of regret a while after that discussion, so he planned on how exactly he should make it up to you without giving into your desires…

ℌ Side note, for the most part, it didn’t work. He gave in.

The perspiration bubbling in the subtle arch of your back was prompted by the sudorific vibrations that emanated from the personalized bullet vibrator that was buzzing against your clit. Your tumescent bud pulsated effervescently as your hips scoured against the trembling surface, forcing moans to elude from your tepid, lazily parted lips. The vibrations were mellow and arrhythmic, hence your relatively desperate mannerisms, as you failed to reach the orgasm that was nearing, evading, nearing, and evading. With unreliable assistance, that is, seeing as the tip of the device was stagnant and pressed against your soppy clit, vibrating louder due to its inundation. If only the vibrations were just a little stronger, but even you understood that this behavior was well deserved, for you believed that guilt-tripping him for not utilizing your idea sooner was the best route.

“Can I finish now? Please? Jebel? Bài tuō?” You implored sycophantically, your blissed-out gaze imbued with lechery as your dampened lashes fluttered upwards at the one who was torturing you on the frigid surface. Obstinacy is nothing but a drug with no ideal remedy; this was evinced with the way the asshole you were star-fucking merely hummed dismissively in response, lightening the pressure from your clit just to watch the vulva quiver. The lack of the response immediately influenced your obsequious actions to falter with a miffed pout and a hip gyration; if you possessed the ability to trade places with this individual within seconds he would’ve been cumming and hyperventilating right about now.

“Sweetheart, don’t leave me like this.. Don’t you feel sorry for me? Hm? Mmmh-maybe even horny for me for once? Hm, daddy?”

The left curve of the well-adored and cross-country CEO’s lip quirked up for a moment in acknowledgment, but also derisive, once you mockingly quiered him. Everything was a muddle, a concupiscent muddle. There was no recollection of the prior events; all you remember is what’s happening now and later. What now consists of a yukata-wearing billionaire looming over the desk of his office, the glass surface besplattered with crumpled papers, prurient excretions, and excessive handprints. Then later that said inspirational figure will leave you knee-buckled and exhausted over the desk as he roughly persuaded you on why disobedience was never an option to begin with. An intense idea to state, but you’ve been through much worse, believe yourself.

“I figured it was prudent to continue stalling,” Xīn’yuè clarified vaguely in a collected tone; the eloquence parroted the tone of him relaying messages to one of his many, many subordinates despite you being nude from the waist down, tainting the glass below your ass. He predicted your protests, hence the immediate impulse to slide the bullet vibrator back inside of you, earning a sharp, shaky whimper that was immediately muted by him. He already wasn’t fond of the idea of making you cum in such a vulnerable setting; it was a miracle that neither of you were caught by a frantic employee with effervescent news. “Not only for ‘efficiency’s sake’, but to assure that any potential slip-ups—notably from you—remain a simple mystery.”

Your plush thighs trembled harshly in response, plus the clicks of the vibrator that indicated that the volume was being turned up was just as inebriating as his sardonic statements. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was custom made for you, but you could definitely wrap your legs around his waist for ultra stability. Merino white rings enveloped around the midnight-hued toy as he fucked you with it in a gradual pace, not to mention that the name “Anzhong” was embedded within it in bullion only to be sealed with sticky cum created by you. Even the mere thought of that brought you closer, which was also determined with the way your drenched walls embraced the toy with fervor and the sibilated mantras of pleads that escaped your throat.

After acknowledging that you're close, and also annoyingly and worriedly loud, he slipped the object back out, earning not only exasperated insults disguised as guileless complaints, but an abundance of clenches that yearned for the nostalgic repletion. With a miffed, critical look, he took the cum-coated object before tapping your lips with it in order to interrupt your objections, taking the moment to keep you temporarily silenced by pushing it inside of your mouth, his fingers holding onto the ends so it doesn’t slide down your throat and asphyxiate you. His free, clammy hand however, was now placed on your exposed hip, grasping onto the flesh softly before the veins of the exterior emerged from the epidermis. Xīn’yuè’s bored look now embodied some remnants of puckishness once your silence managed to be the only thing that excited him tonight, which was concluded by the twitching awakening of his semi-hard dick.

“Now, be a good, sweet puppy and clean it up. Intractability, by definition, is something I don’t get along with often, so behave accordingly and quit whining.”

⑅ neso productions. all rights fucking reserved, do not plagiarize.

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historia-vitae-magistras · 1 year

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Other than the one or two times he was knocked out and/or murdered, how else have the others gotten him to sleep, because he looks like he needs it and he probably gets a different breed of cranky and odd when properly sleep deprived?

Besides Matt's various attempts with persuation and shovel, it's really only one way. And that is Rhys gently smacking him upside the head and telling Arthur, "You. Bed." Generally, Arthur listens. Rhys is the only person on planet earth who can get away with that without some sort of facade. He has spent the most time with Arthur throughout their lives, and their relationship is fairly difficult fairly often, but Rhys has by far the most patience for Arthur's bullshit.

I have their birth order set in my head now, even if it could be very different historically. But Rhys is both the closest in age to Arthur and several centuries older. History has pretty much handcuffed his sardonic, compassionate and traumatized ass to his surly, constipated and traumatized baby brother. And he made the best of it. So that means now, and for most of the history, that they aren't directly at odds; it is Rhys keeping his ass alive, making him sleep, making him eat, sobering him up, kicking his ass through withdrawal.

I wrote the line "we kept you alive long enough to make us regret it, didn't we?" from Alasdair, but the bulk of that work was Rhys. I can't remember if this came from actual history or some Wiccan stuff I was told when I went through my woo-woo phase, but they remind me of the at least partially celtic triskelion. On some level be it historical or assigned by neo-paganism, the threefold meaning of hand, head and heart always reminded me of three celtic siblings before the little anglo saxon cuckoo bird was born.

Hand. Brighid, the firstborn with her harpist's fingers and a weaver's grace, her island was once the brightest corner of medieval Europe because of her scribes' ability with the manuscripts.

Head. Alasdair and his mathematical and logical mind, the lowland economist and the highlander who always knows exactly what elevation he's at.

Heart. Rhys and his compassionate ways, the shepherd who greets every lamb like its the most precious one he's ever held, the poet, the very concept of cwtch.

And it was that that gave him the most ability to love and give a shit about Arthur far, far past the point he should have given up. Considering what these four have done over the centuries to each other, the fact they can be in the same room together is something of a miracle. Maybe it's the effect that they are all they have when the decades take every human from them eventually that often stays their hands and calls a truce. But Rhys, never exactly gentle, is still by far the most capable with Arthur.

#I watched my second anime ever and Vinland Saga's Thorfinn when he was tiny and feral gave me medieval Arthur and Rhys thinky thoughts #rhys || my word for heaven was not yours #arthur || stone set in the silver sea #brighid || an bearna bhaoil #alasdair || my heart's in the highlands #Britannia and her children || they made a desert and called it peace #the ask box || probis pateo

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depressedbagpipe · 2 years

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"Blackbird to Robin, do you copy?" (Billy Russo x ofc)

Prologue

Words: 1532 Warnings: mentions of guns, the mafia, terrorists, mentions of past deaths, foul language. A/N: I'm silently dropping this prologue as a little teaser while I work on my other fics, hope you guys enjoy it ;) also please i do not have any affiliation with the mafia, this is pure fiction :'( Taglist: @badasseddy, @noortsshift

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Nobody talked while we waited. The vastly decorated conference room was far too large and exquisite for the four men who occupied the seats. We simply stared at each other, silent, calculating all the ways bones could break seemingly as an accident. I lay on the back of my chair, relaxed. The barrel of my gun poked my side, but I didn’t move.

The door suddenly opened, and Richard Alcaide walked through it. He was smiling at us, but his tense shoulders revealed his true nature; he was fucking terrified.

‘Mr. Russo,’ he walked to me, his arms wide open.

I stood up, fixing my suit as he welcomed me into a quick hug.

None of his affections were real, that much we all knew. I could feel his arms slightly patting my back, an innocent gesture to the untrained eye, but I knew better. His fingers quickly grazed the rear sight of my gun, now dangerously close to falling down, but his hand didn’t shake. I too had glanced at the two holsters under his arms when he approached me, knowing he wouldn’t come unprotected. So had the two men sitting at the other end of the table, the spitting image of the man now walking to the other side of the room, sitting down at the head.

‘Thank you for coming, Billy,’ he started. There was hoarseness in his voice. It sounded tired, almost primitive. It was fitting for the man. ‘You’ll understand the secretive of the meeting,’ he looked almost relieved. But in his eyes, the ghost of fear was still present.

‘Of course, Richard,’ my smile was wide. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Shift to the right. Shift to the left. Nod at them both. ‘Believe me, you and your family couldn’t be in better hands. Anvil is the world’s leading agency for a reason,’ smile again. Nod.

Richard Alcaide’s frown dropped and turned into an all too well-rehearsed demeanor. We were both doing it.

‘And I thank you for it. Too many people have tried to come for my business before, but this…’ he paused. His index tapped the table, nervous, anxious. ‘This is different.’

I nodded, my face filled with a compassionate understanding I certainly didn’t feel. ‘The attacks were certainly too premeditated. I can pull a few strings, see what the FBI knows. I already have a few ideas about who’s behind the bombing, but it’s still essential that you remain in the city. Show that you’re not afraid.’

‘I am not afraid, Mr. Russo,’ Richard’s warning was hollow. He too knew he was alone.

‘Anvil will take care of everything. Our top agents are already securing the perimeter and this building. I will be supervising every operation under your watch, and even Mr. Castle here will ensure the protection of your family.’

One of the younger Alcaides laughed. The sight was wicked. His eyes were cruel, mocking.

‘This little guy over there?’ he pointed to Frank. He had been silent the entire ride, and his scowl had only gotten deeper the longer we waited for Richard to grace us with his presence, despite being the one to have called the meeting.

‘I can assure, Mr. Alcaide, that Mr. Castle is most capable of protecting everyone around him. Not only is he my best agent, but my closest friend too. There’s no one else I would trust with my life,’ I pressed my hand on his shoulder, a silent warning.

Calm down.

Fuck off.

I knew what his answer would be even without a single glance. Frank’s eyes were staring at Richard Alcaide hard. He hadn’t been too happy with his discreet cry for help, but even he couldn’t deny the important sum we would all get out of this.

I couldn’t care less about Richard Alcaide. All I cared about was his money. The city would certainly be better off without him and his puppets, but some other equally-stinking rat would soon rise to the top, only for the cycle to be repeated once again.

‘My entire family is at risk here, Mr. Russo. As you can understand, my top priority is them,’ Richard directed the attention back to him. Of course. ‘They have their own trusted guards for their protection.’

He didn’t like Frank. Only a few years ago, Frank had almost murdered him in his revenge, only for Homeland Security to show up seconds before he could pull the trigger. They had had some sort of truce these past months when I recruited Frank so he could bail prison. The Alcaides, despite knowing this, had reached out to me personally for help.

It’s not like he can go to the police, Frank had joked.

Half the city has tried to kill him at least once, I had added.

We had laughed immensely over it before accepting the offer, not without doubling the fee first.

Everybody in that room had every reason not to trust one another. But the danger was making the adrenaline pump hard and fast through my veins. Frank could deny it all he wanted, but he felt it too. The hunger, the thirst, the desire for action. War does that to you.

‘Is there anything we should now, Mr. Alcaide? As you can tell, I’d rather not send my men to certain death, if I can help it,’ I stared at him.

His enemies were many, and the search for the responsible for the latest crimes against him would be exhaustive. But no one could refuse Richard Alcaide. Not even me.

‘I know my name is well-known amongst the terrorists, but I have a hunch this is much more local. Probably a rival family. Maybe some unsatisfied customers. Fired ex-workers,’ he waved his hand around, pondering. But his fingers still shook, almost imperceptibly. ‘Power always comes at a price, Mr. Russo, and I’m willing to pay for it. But I need you to hold up your end of the deal.’

The three Alcaides had their gaze fixed on me. Their scrutiny did little to unnerve me. It wasn’t the first time I had made deals with the mafia, and I knew how to hold my ground. That’s what made me such a reliable customer.

I put my hands up in the air, my palms showing. I laughed softly. ‘An exchange’s an exchange. Now, let’s get down to business. Any idea where we could start?’

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‘You sure about this?’ Frank asked once we were back at our office.

A couple of workers remained at their desks, their eyes dropping slightly as they stared at the screens before them. Frank followed me into my office, crossing his arms as he stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I shrugged my shoulders casually while I took off my jacket, dusting it off slightly and placing it delicately on the back of my chair.

‘We need the ammo,’ I answered, rather simply.

My body felt tired, despite having sat at my desk most of the day. I glanced at the clock on my desk, the time marking three in the early morning. The Alcaide way of doing business no one was to know.

‘But this is illegal,’ Frank protested. He didn’t move from his place.

‘I know.’

I didn’t know what else to say to him. I walked to the side, picked up two crystal-clear glasses, and filled them with scotch. I handed one to Frank, who took it with unsteady hands after looking down at it for a couple of seconds, debating whether to take it or not.

‘I hope you know what you’re doing with this, Billy. Something seems off,’ Frank downed his glass in one sitting. If the bitterness of the alcohol burned his throat, he didn’t show it.

‘Too calculated,’ I agreed. I took a small sip of my glass, looking at a fixed spot on the wall behind Frank.

‘Yeah.’

I know,’ I repeated with a smile. ‘I invented that. The small tremble of fingers. The shakiness of the voice. The rapid swallowing.’ I listed off the little quirks I had noticed about Richard. None of them existed before. And none of them were real, either.

‘Why are we doing this for, then?’ Frank asked once more, pouring himself another glass.

‘Because we also need the government on our side,’ I smirked.

‘We take the money and dip?’ Frank suddenly understood.

‘Imagine bringing down the Alcaide clan. We’ll be heroes,’ I took another sip. I enjoyed the burn. The fire in my stomach.

‘It’s a bit too late for that,’ Frank grinned in disbelief, downing his glass once more. ‘So, where to next?’

My smirk got wider, knowing Frank was in it for the ride. ‘Well, they mentioned a disinherited daughter… Maybe someone wants revenge on daddy,’ I joked.

Frank’s eyes widened. ‘I do remember some talk about that when I…’ he coughed. I nodded for him to continue. ‘Something to do with his wife’s death.’

His voice had gotten lower. It would forever remain a sensitive issue for him.

I drank the rest of my glass, setting it on the desk and retrieving my jacket. ‘Then we already know where to start.’

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People have the right to move on, but Y/n doesn't seem to want it. Traumatic past still bothers her, will revenge be enough to ease her mind?

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader and brief mentions of their previous marriages

Words count: 2.5k

Warnings: death, mentions of a season 5 death, age gap (reader is about 25 and Tommy is about 40), some changes of Peaky Blinders' original plot, implied reader is an atheist

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House of Broken Hearts

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"Don't go easy on him," Y/n recalled Tommy's words in her head, "he didn't hesitate to kill your husband."

He was right. Jimmy McCavern didn't deserve to be shown mercy. However, this was Y/n's first time taking revenge, so unexpected things could happen. Nevertheless, Y/n promised she will do it. And she will try her best.

Y/n hasn't felt peace for the whole past year. With her husband gone, a piece of her was missing. As much as Y/n despised any bloodshed, she could never be at ease knowing McCavern still walks this earth unbothered.

The need for revenge led Y/n into the woods, where she met with her husband's murderer. He didn't know what's gonna happen. He thought it's one more 'casual' business chat Tommy sent Y/n to deal with.

"I hope you know," McCavern spoke, "that if you try to trick me in any way, my people will take you down. You can't see them, but they're here."

Well, this complicated Y/n's plan.

What's the best way to make someone think you aren't going to do the thing you're going to do? Tell them you were going to do it.

"That's a shame," Y/n forced a nice voice, "I was just about to shoot you."

Y/n thought about it once again. Even if it was going to become a suicide mission, it was worth it. Finn and Isaiah, who were keeping an eye on the situation from a hideout, would take her body back to Birmingham where Y/n would have a funeral and be remembered as the woman who avenged her husband's death.

Jimmy's cynical laugher rang in Y/n's ears. The man thought she's trying to scare him. "When was the last time you shot someone?"

Y/n wasn't the kind of person to seem violent. She wasn't violent, not at all. But Tommy Shelby had an effect on her, she changed after a year of interacting with him.

Thomas was different from everyone she knew before. After Y/n's husband died, everyone treated her delicately, as if she was a damaged porcelain doll. Don't talk about it, because it will upset Y/n. Smile compassionately, ask how she's feeling, give her time to heal.

But Tommy knew time doesn't heal. Time only makes you used to the pain. And the pain ruins you slowly from the inside.

"In three seconds from now on."

Don't let the pain kill you. It was the time to use all the knowledge Tommy gave Y/n.

Another laughter coming from McCavern's mouth was cut off suddenly with a gunshot.

Y/n's heart sped up, she could feel her blood flowing extremely fast. The hand that held the gun shooting the enemy was now shaking, still pointed at the body.

The old Y/n would have started crying right now. But the new Y/n didn't see a point in it. What she had done was morally wrong, even sinful if she was religious, but McCavern deserved it.

With her eyes still glued to the body on the ground, a quiet whisper left the girl's mouth. "It's for you, Bonnie. You may now rest in peace. Hopefully."

But...something wasn't right. McCavern promised his people are watching and would take Y/n down. Now it seemed as if he only tried to scare her to make sure she won't do anything inconvenient for him.

Y/n hid her gun back where it was before - hanging behind the waistband of her trousers, covered with a black jacket. Still in some kind of a shock, Y/n looked around and backed away to where Finn and Isaiah were waiting.

"Honestly, we didn't think you'd do it," Isaiah confessed.

"You didn't think," Finn emphasized the 'you', "I told you she's capable."

"And when exactly did you say it? I didn't quite catch it."

"Shut the fuck up, boys." Y/n huffed, as if she forced words out of herself. She walked past the younger boys and entered the back seat of the car Tommy provided.

Isaiah and Finn gave each other a look and shrugged, then followed Y/n's actions. They decided not to say anything else for the rest of the time.

"Take me to Arrow House." Was the only sentence Y/n said.

She wasn't angry with the boys and didn't want them to think she was, but she felt suddenly so drained. It was supposed to bring peace to her mind and currently Y/n had mixed feelings about this. Maybe she needed to cool down. Maybe it was going to stay like this, but something inside her switched the moment she pulled the gun's trigger.

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It was late, somewhere around nine in the evening. Y/n, Finn and Isaiah walked inside the Arrow House and straight to Tommy's office. It wasn't surprising to see him there, still taking care of some papers with a glass of whiskey within reach.

When he saw the trio, he stood up and talked to the front of his desk, leaning on it with his arms crossed, waiting for a report.

"The job's done." Y/n announced, not even a single emotion in her voice. "McCavern is dead. You won't have to worry about business with him...and I finally avenged Bonnie's death."

"That's the most she's said ever since she did it." Isaiah partially joked.

Tommy moved his eyes to the boy. "What did you do with the body?"

"What do you mean? Were we-"

"Yes, you were supposed to get rid of it. Hide it somewhere Billy Boys can find it, but only them. We don't want unnecessary attention."

"It's in a forest, Tommy, who could find it?" Finn asked. Tommy eyed him, his gaze expressing more than a thousand words. "I'm guessing we have to go back and do something about it, don't we?"

After the boys left, their nagging could be heard through the slightly opened window. Tommy chuckled almost inaudibly, his lips barely moving.

"I wanna talk to you about it." Y/n demanded. It wasn't supposed to sound like that, but the girl felt as if she didn't have full control of herself.

Thomas gestured for Y/n to sit on the couch as he poured her a glass of whiskey. "So, what did go wrong?" He took a seat next to the girl and passed her the glass.

"Nothing, I suppose, but..." Y/n sighed, struggling to find words, "I should be relieved."

"Are you not?"

"No." A short pause for thoughts to flow through Y/n's head. "In fact, I feel like the wound is open again. It's been over a year since Bonnie's death and I've came to terms with it. But since I pulled the trigger, I feel like he...died once again. If that makes sense."

"Avenging one's death is like removing sutures, Y/n." Tommy paused to pull out a cigarette.

The girl observed as the man rubbed the cigarette over his lips to eventually take a match and lit it. He inhaled the smoke, having Y/n wait impatiently for the rest of whatever he was going to say.

"Sometimes a drop of blood comes out and you might feel like the wound is fresh," he exhaled the smoke as he spoke, "but once the sutures are gone, it's healed. It leaves a scar that will remind you of the incident, but it's good to remember."

He was right. The skin will never be the same as before, but it's healed. Bonnie's death was a life changing experience for Y/n, tearing a huge, invisible wound. Tommy was like a doctor, who stitched the wound and prepared Y/n for the moment the stitches are ready to be removed. Now that Y/n took revenge on McCavern, the stitches are gone, leaving a scar. The wound is healed, but the scar will always remind Y/n of Bonnie, because he should never be forgotten.

"Will I ever be the same?" Y/n asked.

When Tommy looked at the girl, he could notice a spark of hope in her eyes.

"No. You'll never be the same. You have to...move on."

Move on and live as a new person. That's what Y/n has been doing for over than a year now. The loneliness was awful. Even if Y/n was surrounded with people during the day, she was lonely at night and that's when it hurts the most.

Nights have that special power to make you overthink. The lack of sunlight takes away the ability to think straight. And the worst is you can't run away from it. You have to lie in bed and wait until the night ends.

"I tried to move on." Y/n confessed.

"And?"

"And none of them was..." none of them was you, Tommy, "good enough."

Y/n couldn't say that, she would die of embarrassment. But if there was any man Y/n wanted to move on with, it was Thomas Shelby. He was very different from her late husband, but something made Y/n want him.

Maybe it was the fact they grew so close the past year. Maybe it was because Thomas helped Y/n get back on her feet. Maybe it was because he helped her plan revenge. But it didn't matter, because he didn't want her like this. She was too young for him, he wouldn't ever see a romantic partner in her.

"I understand the struggle. After Grace I thought I'll never find anyone...right."

"And did you?"

The man clicked his tongue, visibly hesitating to answer the question. He considered telling the truth or brushing it off.

"I did." He decided to say, but then added. "But I don't think she's interested in me." I don't think she needs nor wants a broken man while she is broken herself.

"Oh, alright." Y/n stood up awkwardly. "It's pretty late, I'll be going to sleep." As she walked to the door, she could feel her legs not wanting to co-operate with her. But she forced them to.

"Goodnight, Y/n." Tommy said when the girl was just by the door.

She turned around to look at the man. "Goodnight, Thomas." And with it, she disappear behind the door.

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"...and you say I should tell her?" Thomas questioned his brother.

Arthur told him he should have a talk with the woman he was interested in, especially now when her avenge plan was completed, but Thomas wasn't so positive about it. He hoped Arthur will maybe talk him out of it.

"Absolutely, Tom," the older Shelby nodded. "If God sent me an angel like Linda, maybe it is his plan to give you your own angel."

Thomas lightly chuckled and shook his head unbelievably. "Don't give me that God talk, Arthur."

"I'm just giving you advice," he raised his hands defensively. "All I'm trying to say is, maybe Y/n is worth a shot."

Maybe she was. Thomas wouldn't know if he didn't try telling her about his feelings...as much as Thomas Shelby was capable of talking about his feelings.

The man sighed walking into the betting shop. Y/n was talking to Finn. He seemed like a better match for her. But if there was something between them, Finn would have already told his brothers about it.

Y/n looked better than on the day before. The shock was washed out of her head and she really felt better. The peace finally came to her.

"Y/n, I wanna talk to you in private." Thomas announced, causing the girl to look at him.

"Alright, sure," she stood up, "I'll be back in a minute, Finn."

"No, it's fine," the younger boy got up as well, "me and Isaiah were supposed to go somewhere anyways."

"Okay then. And sorry again for maybe being a little harsh yesterday."

"Nothing we aren't used to. See you two later."

Finn left the shop with a smile. Isaiah had some other job to do today, so Finn wasn't meeting up with him. There was a girl. Finn was seeing a girl during his working hours, but that was fine by everyone. Well, everyone who knew about it, which were Y/n and Isaiah.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?" Y/n asked when she was with Tommy in his office.

He closed the door and said, "nothing. Just wanted to ask how you're feeling."

"Good, actually," a smile was visible on Y/n's face for the first time in a while, "I talked to Bonnie and-"

"You talked to him?" The man raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah, we often meet in my dreams. Used to, I mean. Last night he told me his soul can rest in peace now, so he won't visit me anymore."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"Good...relieved." As much as a part of her hated to admit it.

But that was what Bonnie wanted for her. They had a short, but beautiful life together. Now that one of them was gone, the other one had to live on.

"I'm sure he...looks at you from the heaven above and...and wants to see you happy."

Y/n smirked. "You're not religious and neither am I, no need for religious references."

"Good, I've never been good at those."

"Thank you for everything, Tommy," Y/n walked closer to the man and placed a light kiss on his cheek. "If it wasn't for you, I'd most likely be with Bonnie right now."

"And that's good or...?" He acted unbothered by the kiss, but secretly he enjoyed it. He enjoyed it and wished it wasn't just a quick peck on the cheek.

"If I was dead, I wouldn't be able to take revenge on McCavern, would I?" Y/n laughed. "My point is, Tommy, I was in a really dark place over a year ago. And you saved me. The old me is dead, but you gave sense to the new me."

Y/n was seriously surprised by all her sudden courage. She hoped she wasn't blushing.

"Does the savior get to take you out?"

Y/n's heart pounded hard, almost wanting to jump out of her ribcage, when she heard the question. She didn't speak for so long that Thomas thought she won't agree.

"Yeah," the girl said eventually, "sure, why not. I mean, like, on a date?"

"Yeah, like on a date. If you don't want to, it's okay. You can say no, Y/n."

"No, no, I want to. It's just...you surprised me."

"I'll pick you up when you finish work today. You're free to go now."

"See you later, Tommy."

Y/n leaned in to kiss Thomas' cheek once again. He didn't hesitate, he even gently grabbed her waist. Y/n pulled away, but still kept her face a few inches from Tommy's face. After a second, they delicately pecked each other's lips.

"I didn't expect Thomas Shelby to kiss like that," Y/n said playfully.

"Like what?"

"So...softly. You seem like a rough man in everything you do."

"It's only the beginning, darling. I just don't think you're ready to see the rough side."

Y/n smiled and crossed her arms on her chest. "You think I'm that innocent? Cute." She walked to the door and turned around to give Thomas one last look.

Two broken people, so different in many ways, so similar in some, who found what they needed in each other.

Deep, or not so deep, down the both of them knew their late partners would want them to move on. It was the right thing to do.

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