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obae-me · 1 year

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Human Things that Confuse the Non-Humans

I've seen a lot of headcanons on my feed recently that are all about demonic traits and things that seem to scare or facinate MC, but what about the opposite? So I was wondering what sort of typical human things might either unsettle the non-humans, confuse them, or enchant them in some way.

Most of these are based off of personal heasdcanons I already have, so it's very self indulgent.

If ya'll have any other ideas, feel free to share, I'd love to hear them.

Also not proof read cuz I'm writing this at like 5 am due to sleep issues.

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Circadian Rythem. I've always wanted to bring up how I headcanon that the Devildom doesn't even follow a 24 hour schedule, since the 24 hour thing is entirely based around the sun, and since they don't have a sun, it makes sense that days would follow some other set rule (I always think that Devildom days are much much longer, hence why MC is caught so many times in canon just taking naps wherever even when Belphie is not around), but that's a headcanon for another time. Anyways, I think the fact that Humans almost need to follow a certain sleeping schedule would totally confuse the demons. Demons only really sleep to stay at their strongest, it's not as vital to them. And the fact that humans can die if they don't get the proper sleep? Totally freaks them out. If MC ever pulls an all-nighter, they all think they're one foot in the grave. Having Solomon and MC getting naturally sleepy more often than the non-humans do might seem pretty adorable at times though.

The fact that human hair does indeed shed. I don't personally think demon or angelic hair would, I feel like hair is something they can change at will within reason (There is a chat with Mammon about him getting his haircut, but he said he was going to change it, so I like to think he made it grow back instantly and cut it like normal again). So I like to think that MC or Solomon leaving strands of hair behind is shocking, because the non-humans only ever associated that trait with animals, but they also find it weirdly cute in a way. The demons and angels do try to ask to comb or brush Solomon's and/or MC's hair from time to time. They feel like they're helping.

Being able to roll (curl? Fold?) your tongue. I think it would be hilarious if despite the millions of other things demons and angels can do, none of them can roll their tongues. And then they get confused too when they discover that not every human can do it either, just certain ones. Solomon can do it and treats it like a party trick.

Allergies. I don't know if it's said in Canon anywhere that demons and angels can have allergies...I hope not because (as much as it sucks) it would make sense for it to just be a human thing. Just the concept entirely would have the non-human's heads spin. What do you mean certain things can just have your body essentially attack itself? And it's different for every human? It can be quite literally anything? (The non-humans would absolutely have a heart attack if they knew about mine)

Human mimicry. I think we as humans just have a natural instinct to mimic or repeat certain things. It's a lot more noticeable with internet culture and memes and references and things, but I think a very human thing to do is repeat or mock things we come into contact with. For example, if we hear an animal noise, we try to repeat it like we're talking to it. If we see something in a weird position, we might try to pose like it, etc. We try to relate to things, which is why personification is so prominent in everything we do. (Like how some of us tell wobbily objects to stay or loud machines to shut up) The non-humans think this is very cute. They don't really do that. The closest thing they might relate to is a current trend, but those pass by rather quickly. Mammon probably thinks we're almost like a bunch of crows.

Emotional control/suppression. Hear me out. It's well known in canon that the brothers blow up easily. They'll fight someone over miniscule things. Even Lucifer, who says he prides himself on his control, loses his temper quite often. And Mammon, while seemingly the best at controlling anger, is very open about all his other emotions. The only two demons that clearly have the best control overall are Barbatos and Diavolo who are the two most powerful demons in the Devildom. It probably takes so much energy and power to keep themselves in check. We hardly ever see that dark aura around them if at all in the game, which seems to give the two this unspoken common respect. As for angels, it was already mentioned once that the angels do have magical methods forcibly controlling emotions, and despite that, I'm sure it takes ages of training and practice to get to the level of "patient perfection" they're supposed to exhibit. Now, humans aren't perfect, and of course, there's a lot of nuance to this like mental illness I won't get into, but generally speaking, we quickly learn how to regulate our emotions or how to supress them for society's sake. At the very least, when we get angry we dont suddenly get surrounded by a dark shadow or shift into a different form. And I like to think this terrifies the non-humans to a degree. They don't know when humans are angry or upset until it's blatantly obvious. They already are off-put by Solomon because they never really know what he's up to. And what if it's not even because he's doing "weird" things, what if it's just because he seems to be so calm all the time and no one knows how to read him? None of them know how to read human body language. There's no aura to see, no puffed up wings, no glowing eyes, no whipping tails. Humans can just...stand there, sometimes with a blank expression, sometimes just staring. It can give even the stronger willed beings the creeps. Bonus points if MC is great at masking too. You mean humans can just...take extreme emotions and tuck them away for later? I'm sure that's an absolutely wild concept. Most of the non-humans are just not capable of that kind of control. Albeit its not always the healthiest option, but just the fact that humans have the willpower to just sometimes choose or force themselves not to feel at all is Barbatos level intimidating.

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dawnoftime22 · 7 months

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nightly terrors.

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Warnings: nightmares, but no specific description about it.

Summary: When you have endless nightmares in the middle of the night, you end up seeking comfort from the sleeping redhead beside you.

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff

A/N: can you tell I have sleeping problems from the amount of sleeping fics I have? :')

| Started on 27/09/2023, 10:19 PM |

| Finished on 28/10/2023, 3:07 PM |

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“Hold me. In these quiet nights, just hold me.”

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It was yet another night of endless nightmares. You had gotten one earlier already, but instead of waking Nat up, you had decided to wait it out, and eventually you went back to sleep.

It wasn't something to worry over much really, but then you had gotten yet another one, more so it was worse, and there's no way you're getting back to sleep now. Not anyone could've gone back to sleep after having such terrors like those.

You wondered why, because all you wanted was a good night's sleep, but it seemed impossible to get one without waking up with your heart beating fast and loudly.

You stare at Nat's sleeping figure, her back facing you while your breathing was scattered from the nightmare.

With hesitation, you shuffle a little closer to her after taking a deep breath to collect yourself slightly. You reach out your hand, gently shaking her shoulder.

"N-Nat...?" your voice was small, and it wavered as you called out her name, but with a last shake, she slowly woke up with a confused hum.

Her eyes started to slowly open, blinking away the sleepiness. When she saw the tears falling down your cheeks, and further more, heard your sniffling, her eyes opened quicker.

"...Oh, моя любов (my love), what happened?" her voice comes out groggily, but softly. Her hand instantly went up to cup your cheek, letting the tears soak her thumb instead, and her russian having come out so easily because of her tiredness.

"Nightmare." the one word quietly whispered from you was enough for her to understand. Having had her very own horrid flashbacks in the midst of nighttime, and you being there for her before. Just as she is for you now.

She puts her arms around your body, and pulls you closer, holding you gently. You go to hide in the crook of her neck, having felt it gave you even more of a sense of safety, but with her actually there beside you now, you already know nothing could come close to either of you. Her soft shushes were like a gentle melody.

"You're safe now, детка (baby)." She puts a kiss on the top of your head, whispering reassurances while she dragged her thumb back and forth, rubbing your back. Your heartbeat starts to slow down to a steady pulse while you held her like she was about to disappear.

Although her comforting did ease down your breathing, you were still shaking. Nat turns on the dim lamp next to her, so the room could be lit up. And, perhaps, hoping that it'll make the monsters in your head fear away from the light, too.

When Nat looked to turn the light switch on, she also took a chance to glance at the clock. Four am. The sun itself hasn't even gotten up either. Her heart ached at seeing you wake up with almost as much fear as she does, but she takes her moment to think about every little thing you did to take care of her countless times before.

You were missing the comfort of her touch, she knew. So, in replacement of her hand that was once on your back off to grab some things, she places her other hand.

She takes ahold of the tv remote, remembering to instantly reduce the volume so any loud noise coming from it wouldn't suddenly leave you shaking worse from shock.

Her hand kept it's comforting touches on you, with her whispering sweet little reassurances every now and then as she loaded up your favorite film. One of the few remedies the two of you had when the other had nightmares.

She sets the tv remote down and takes your shaking hand into her steady one, leaving a kiss on the soft skin of your knuckles that were white from your grip of a fist from before. Your head turns to hide into her shoulder, her little gestures of love luring you out from the terror. The grip you held loosens when love wins over fear.

As the familiar sounds of your favorite film playing in the background fills your ears, the shaking in your bones start to settle down.

You turn around, moving to lay your head on her chest while she keeps her embrace on you gently, keeping you safe from anything and everything.

The screen wasn't blinding, thankfully, Nat had already adjusted the brightness. The scenes played on the tv, and though the redhead was as tired as you were, her eyes were focused on both you and the film, hoping the story was distracting enough for her to keep herself awake.

All the while Natasha was trying to keep her eyes open, yours, on the other hand, was starting to falter already.

As the film progressed, slowly, Natasha starts to notice just how quiet you've been, and how soft your breathing is now. Once she's fully taken notice by leaning over slightly to look at you, she sees your eyes closed peacefully in slumber. She hopes you don't wake up with another nightmare. All the redhead wanted to do was go in your head and rid it of any scary situations, and instead fill it with content and happy moments.

If only she was Wanda. But that didn't matter. All she has to do and is doing is her best to take care of you, and it's working out perfectly. She was sure to plan something for tomorrow though, just to make you forget even just a little, of whatever had left you shaking so badly in the middle of your sleep.

She gently pushes a strand of hair off your face, careful not to tickle your skin and wake you up, and then retreated back to her comfortable position. She turns off the tv and the lamp, wanting to drift back off to sleep as you had.

With the moon still glowing high in the sky, and with her arms around you keeping you safe, the both of you know the only morning that'll greet you later will be a peaceful one.

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hanafubukki · 11 months

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Just A Human

Summary: Sacrifices had to be made after all, and you were nothing but a human to General Lilia Vanrouge...right?

Pairing: General Lilia Vanrouge X Gender Neutral Reader

Notes: I’m really proud of this one! It came out of nowhere and hit me like a truck. I hope you all enjoy. 🥰🌺💕

You never have felt so sluggish in your life. it was hard to move your head and you could hear a high-pitched ringing.

It was hard to breathe.

You vaguely wondered if you could die in a dream…

…oh.

That’s right.

You remembered what happened.

It would explain why you were in so much pain.

It would also explain why you could now clearly hear shouting.

As you blinked your eyes, trying to clear it, you saw long black hair mixed with red.

Lilia.

Vaguely you could see a motion of blur from the corner of your eyes.

He… must have been running…

You were getting sleepy again.

You don’t know how you gathered the courage to lift your hand to his face, but the ruby eyes mixed with magenta brought a sense of comfort.

Then the darkness consumed you.

When you next awoke, you saw the ceiling of a tent.

If the aches in your body said anything, you were very much alive.

“You’re awake.”

…and not alone it seems.

You turned your head towards the voice, eyes meeting ruby red.

Lilia.

“Why did you block that hit?”

You had to clear your throat a few times before talking, “I was tired of seeing sons crying over their oblivious father.”

Malleus’ and Silver’s stricken looks flashed before your eyes.

“I-” General Lilia stopped himself.

For a moment, you thought you saw a mixture of magenta in those crimson eyes before returning to their red hue.

You saw General Lilia Vanrouge grit his teeth and stand straighter.

“What about you? Would no one cry over you?”

“Am I not just a human to you?”

A question for a question.

No answer from either side.

It seemed that was all the energy you had before you succumbed to sleep once more.

But not before seeing a flash of magenta in crimson once more, and feeling the brush of lips on your head.

“I’m sorry, Precious.”

You decided you were going to have a talk with Malleus and whoever else that decided that dreams were allowed to let you feel pain.

It wasn’t fair.

It was a dream and yet it hurt to walk and breathe at times.

But at least there was some positives to these events, General Lilia seemed to soften towards you.

Holding his hand out to you to help walk down uneven roads.

Allowing Silver to make food that you all could eat without worry.

During cold weather, he had even draped his cloak around you, making sure the hood provided you enough warmth.

You and Silver shared a look.

The Lilia you both knew and loved was still there in this Phantom General.

…Especially if the permanent magenta mixed with crimson eyes gave any indication.

How was it? I had two endings for this fic, but I went with this one. I might make another fic with the other ending I thought of. 🥰💚💜

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jungshookz · 5 months

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LVEB couple morning love making and it’s just so fluffy and horny and something to remind me how single i am😭

y/n is always nice and warm in the morning but for some reason it feels like she's been EXTRA nice and warm this holiday season and namjoon doesn't usually find himself this dizzy with thoughts of his girlfriend but he woke up a little earlier than usual after having dreamt about her (he doesn't even recall what happened in the dream but he's getting flashes of her soft thighs n the smell of her pear shampoo) and when he looks over to see her still dozing peacefully he doesn't want to wake her up but also...

namjoon pokes a tongue out to swipe over his slightly chapped bottom lip as he snakes an arm around your waist and brings you towards him and he can't help but feel a little extra excited at how perfectly you slot into his body

he's trying to be careful to not wake you up but also if you just so happened to wake up because of his attempt to cuddle then that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world

he buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a gentle inhale of your shampoo and the soft smell of your skin (he always thinks you have a very natural scent to you and you say it's because of all the baking you do) and he doesn't even realize that his left hand has been wandering down this whole time until he's playing with the delicate waistline of your panties, fingers plucking with the little bow at the top

"shit." namjoon mutters to himself, swallowing thickly when he feels himself getting hornier -- he really doesn't know what's gotten into him this morning but he's just hoping that you wake up soon because his situation is starting to ache a little-

"mm..." your brows scrunch together slightly as your back arches slightly in a stretch, your bum pressing against namjoon's front making him let out an involuntary moan

and when y/n is fully awake (albeit still a little bit sleepy) the first thing she's aware of is that namjoon is already awake because there's something stiff pressing against her thigh and she does take the opportunity to tease him a little bit because he usually gets bashful about waking up like this and not wanting to disturb her sleep (truth be told she loves being woken up like this) and it seems to go 0 to 100 pretty fast because soon enough she finds herself with her shorts and panties hanging off of one ankle and the musky scent of namjoon's sandalwood shampoo taking over every one of her senses and-

"joon-" you whimper, a breath catching in your throat when namjoon presses in further, one hand clasping your waist while the other cups your bum and gives it a squeeze

"holy fuck, you feel so good-" namjoon groans, head dropping against your shoulder as a shiver shoots up his spine at the sensation (you feel so incredibly nice and so incredibly warm) and he pulls back slightly before pushing himself all the way in

"please fuck me, please-" you are not a woman of many words outside of the bedroom but namjoon loves how talkative you can get when the two of you are intimate and he's trying very hard to hold himself back and take it slow because the two of you did just get up but when you're begging him for his dick like this especially after the dream he had, he doesn't know if he can control himself any further

anyway lveb!couple supremacy for life

🎄christmas at cee's place 2023!🎄

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monzabee · 1 year

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feather – pg10

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Summary: The one where Pierre is the one left mourning after your relationship ends.

Pairing: pierre gasly x ex!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: cheating, past breakup, mentions of alcohol, sprinkle of angst

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! this was a little passion project i worked on before i left for my trip. it’s my first time working on a song-fic format, so feedback is always appreciated!! i am currently obsessed with sabrina carpenter, and i love this song from the deluxe version of her album – for some reason i always thought of pierre when i listened to it, so i decided to put my feelings into a fic, and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

(𝗂 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗂 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾)

You are a believer of second chances, and Pierre is very much aware of this. And he tries, he really does, not to mess up the second chance you’ve given him. He makes an effort to show up on time, bring you flowers for no reason other than just to see the smile on your face, he even takes cooking classes to cook your favourite dish from childhood when you’re feeling homesick. He knows the nature of his work and his busy schedule is the reason why the two of you wanted to take a break the first time, so he is determined not the make the same mistakes. And he doesn’t, per se, you suppose. It’s one of those rare nights where you decide to stay home while Pierre goes out with his friends to a club. He tells you he’ll stay home with you when you tell him you don’t feel good, but you tell him to go without you and have some fun with his friends – his heart is full when he realises how much you trust him.

You try not to let it get to you when the time goes past when he tells you he’ll be home, or how he doesn’t answer his phone, or how you end up falling asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home. However, the sound of keys jiggling as the front door is being opened is enough to wake you from your light slumber. Even in your sleepy state, you can see the red marks forming on Pierre’s neck and on the skin of his chest left open from his messily buttoned up shirt. You’re at a loss at words, mouth hanged open as you’re staring at your lover in front of you. Pierre, using the small amount of common sense he has left, stands by the entrance of your shared apartment instead of coming up to you, tears in his eyes over the realization of what he has done.

“Why?” You manage to get out, a broken whisper leaving you as your eyes fill up with tears, but you are chanting “No, no, no, no”, inside of your head, “this isn’t real.”

“I– I don’t know, I’m sorry, I–” he takes a step forward to you, but the way you jump up from the couch and position yourself behind it has him stopping his movements altogether, “Y/N, please.”

“No, Pierre,” you shake your head, a broken sob ripping from the back of your throat. “We’re done, okay? We’re done.”

You ignore way he tries to explain himself, and anything he tries to make you stay as you move through your tears and pack an overnight bag to take with you. Trying not to meet his pleading eyes, you slip out of your his bedroom with Pierre hot on your heels. He calls your name one last time before you’re out the door, slamming it in his face as you leave the apartment. You press ignore every time he calls you on your way to your sister’s house without hesitating; spending the entire night, or rather what’s left of it, crying in your sister’s arms over your now ruined relationship.

(𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿)

Your sister tells you your phone did not stop ringing the night before, again. You wouldn’t know this information yourself, since you handed your phone to her the minute you stepped into her house a couple nights ago, in hopes of not answering it if Pierre calls in the first place. She gave it to you before leaving for work for the day, saying that the amount of times she heard your ringtone has managed to give her a migraine. You contemplate calling Pierre back to hear him out, but you know if you do, you might not be strong to not to let him in for a third time. As if the phone can pick up on your inner conflict, it rings once more, but the name on it has you frowning as you pick it up with hesitant hands.

“Charles?” You ask when you answer the phone, hoping your voice comes off stronger than you’re feeling at the moment. “Is everything oka–”

“Y/N,” his voice cutting of your breath as your brain registers the situation, “please just let me explain. I–”

“No, Pierre.” You whisper, swallowing down an urge to scream at him through the phone. “I told you we were over.”

His voice is thick with tears as he begs, “I know, amour, but please just listen to me.”

“Stop calling me that,” you hiss, hands gripping your phone tighter, “just answer this one question, Pierre, did you or did you not sleep with someone other than me last night?”

“Y/N, please.” He pleads once more.

“We can’t keep going on like this, Pierre, I can’t continue this relationship knowing that I can never trust you again.” You take a deep breath, your free hand pinching the bridge of your nose as you announce, “I’m blocking you, and I’m blocking this number. Please don’t try contacting me again, I’ll come collect my stuff when you’re not home.”

You can hear a quiet sob he lets out, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“I know, but it doesn’t change the fact that you did this to us.”

(𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾)

After months and months of feeling sorry for yourself, you’re glad that you came out with your friends for your birthday. It was a long journey, getting over once what you considered to be the best relationship you’ve ever had. However, the weight of it lifting off your shoulders made you realise just how much you were trying to make it the relationship of your dreams. As you go through the memories, the good ones and the not-so-good ones, you realise where each of you went wrong. The conclusion you came to makes you realise that instead of wasting your time focusing on those memories, you can direct your energy towards moving on, which is what you decide on doing.

The first time Pierre sees you after your break up is a couple of months later at a restaurant the two of you used to frequent every time he was back in Milan. It’s your birthday, so that’s the reason why he decided to choose that particular restaurant in the first place, to reminisce. It’s almost the end of his meal when he hears your laughter, at first he thinks he’s imagining it; he’s had a whole bottle of wine all by himself, after all – but, alas, there you are sitting at a table with couple of your girlfriends, and smiling wider than he’s ever seen you smile. He can’t focus on the conversations happening around him, he completely ignores the waiter who asks him if he wants anything else for the evening, his eyes fixated on your every move. The way to talk to the girl sitting next to you; the way you talk, the way you keep smiling, the way your eyes fall to your phone sitting on the table next to your glass of wine, and we wonders: are you talking to someone? Do they treat you well? Are you happy? The questions in his mind overtake his entire ability to function for a moment and he’s aware he should probably take his eyes off of you not to appear like a freak, but he is unable to do so. Seeing you for the first time after months, happy and with your friends bring a warm feeling to his chest, even if he knows he was the source of your tears in the first place. But that is not the case in that moment, because with your hair pulled away from your face in a ponytail, lips painted a cherry red and your favourite dress on (he recognises it immediately after seeing the strap that keeps falling down, which should’ve been a reason for you to return it but you fell in love with it after seeing it in the store), you look more radiant than ever.

When your eyes meet for a second, he watches as your light disposition vanish and you’re quick to turn your head to break it off. He doesn’t waste any time paying for his meal and leaving the restaurant, and there is a heavy feeling on his chest as he realises that you’ve done your best to move on – and succeeded in doing so.

(𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗈𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖼)

Alcohol and heartbreak don’t mix, and to be frank, Pierre learned this through the hard way countless of times. But it doesn’t change the fact that he finds his finger hovering over the messages section of your Instagram every times he ends up drinking a little too much than he should. True to your word, you blocked Pierre’s number after the last phone call the two of you shared – oh, and Pierre would know, since he called and messaged your number in denial many many times. After eventually giving up, Pierre decides to focus on rest of the season and the few races left on the calendar.

However the races don’t end on the track, they come with after parties on Sundays and copious amount of alcohol Pierre gladly indulges in. Though he is happy to indulge in alcohol and music for the night, he never goes back to his hotel room with a girl, never. The first time it almost happened, his mind suddenly cut to you looking at him with that broken look on your face and the disappointment in your voice, so, he quickly gave up on any and such endeavours. Instead, he likes to drink his weight in whatever alcohol the club offers, and makes Charles carry him back to wake up with a raging hangover the next morning. Sure, it is not the best solution, but it works for him. But one thing Pierre never does no matter what how drunk and out of his mind he is? Reach out to you over Instagram. He thinks that you’ve accidentally forgotten to unfollow or block him, which is a relief, because he feels like he has a way to reach you if he ever needs to. But because of his fear of losing you even further, Pierre never, under any circumstances, messages you on Instagram.

Another thing he indulges in? The F1 gossip accounts. One thing about Pierre, is that he lives for those accounts. The conspiracies and dramas they come up with have always been a source of entertainment for the French driver. Normally, he knows better than to believe what these accounts post. Most of the information are false or overexaggerated, anyways, but when a certain post catches his eyes just as he’s about to leave his hotel room for the night? The certain post entailing information about the guy you started seeing? His common sense flies through the window, and he decides to find comfort in what he knows. His stereotype as a ‘debauched bachelor’ used to bother him, especially after the two of you started dating. But now that that moment, he doesn’t seem to care what the media calls him. When he wakes up the next morning, with the worse headache known to mankind and minimal memories of what happened the night before, he has a feeling in his stomach which tells him that he fucked up big time. His theory is proven to be true when his best friend enters his room, unannounced, and has to kindly ask the girl, whose name Pierre can’t seem to remember, to leave.

In such an unlikely manner, Charles is seething as he grits, “Get in the fucking shower.” And Pierre does, because one; he smells like alcohol and sex, and two; he needs to sober out before the thumping in his brain somehow causes him permanent damage. Unfortunately for him, though, Charles is still angry when he gets out of the shower and meets him in the living room space of his hotel room. “Do you have any idea what you have done last night?”

“I think you know what I did last night, Charles.” His reply is emotionless as he digs into the breakfast Charles had probably ordered whilst he was in the shower.

His best friend pinches the bridge of his nose as he groans frustratedly, “No, I mean do you have any recollection of how much you’ve fucked up your non-existent relationship with your ex-girlfriend?”

“Y/N blocked me, Charles, what could I have done?” Pierre asks, raising one of his eyebrows. “Stop acting as if I did anything wrong! We broke up months ago, she moved on and so I thought it was time I did the same.”

“I never said anything about you moving on,” Charles points out, “but did you have to rub it in her face like that?”

There is a genuine look of confusion as Pierre asks, “What are you talking about?”

“You– you don’t?” Charles takes a sharp intake of breath, “You don’t remember sending her those things?”

“What things, Charles?” Pierre manages to get out.

“I’m talking about the voicemails where you begged her to take you back and promised to be a better man if she gets married to you.” Charles explains, an expectant look on his face as he looks at his best friend.

“Non,” Pierre breathes out in disbelief.

Charles takes another deep breath before he adds, “And… the pictures of the girl that was just with you. What was her name, Sierra?”

“I think her name was Belinda?”

“Her name was Abigail, you dick.” Charles scolds him, angrily getting up from his place on the couch. “You need to apologize, to both, preferably, and get your shit together, Pierre. You cannot go on living like this.”

“I think Y/N will be fine, Charles, with her new boyfriend.” Pierre bites out, leaning against the back of the couch. “And you don’t have to worry about me, I’m doing just fine.”

“Yeah? Whoring yourself out to half of the world’s female population? That’s how fine you’re doing?” Charles questions him, earning himself a glare from the Frenchman. “Do whatever you’d like, Pierre. But ask yourself whether this is the way you want Y/N to remember you.”

After Charles leaves, Pierre takes a moment to reflect over situation he managed to screw up. And he knows Charles is right, that he cannot live forever drinking himself to death and bringing back girls whenever he thinks you have someone new. So, he decides to do the mature thing and apologise to you by messaging you on Instagram. Until he realises all your messages and your profile have disappeared over night.

Well, too much for that.

(𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌)

The music blaring through the club is deafening on your ears, but you find that you don’t really care that much, to be honest. It feels good to finally be out on the town, dancing and celebrating with your friends, and a couple of strangers, on the dance floor. There is a bit more alcohol in your system than you’re used to, sure, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t have fun for the night. It’s fun, losing yourself in the music and lights for the nights, surrounded by your sister and your friends, without any care in the world. You don’t feel anxious, or worried, on the contrary, you feel light as a feather as you have the time of your life.

Pierre watches from near the bar, a drink in his hand and his eyes fixated on you. He knows he should give up at some point, move on like you have. It’s not like he planned to run into you in one of the busiest clubs of the city (he totally did), it was just a freak incident that he happened to be there the same night you went out for your sister’s bachelorette party. His eyes fall over the maid of honour sash draped over your dress, matching the one your sister has on, bride.

“So, which one is your girl?” He hears a voice chiming in from next to him, which causes him to turn towards the source, the bartender shrugs her shoulders innocently. “You’ve been watching that group the entire time you’ve been here, it’s weird if you’re not dating one of them. So tell me who it is; is it the blonde? Is it the one with the pantsuit?” She gasps, “Is it the bride?”

Pierre can’t help the laughter he gets out, “It’s the maid of honour,” he answers, “we used to date.”

“Oh, oh,” she lets out an appreciative hum, “I’m sorry for your loss, buddy. So how’d you manage to fuck that up? She seems like a sweet girl.”

“She is, I– I did fuck it up, big time.” Pierre confesses, out loud, for the first time in months. “I cheated on her; I shouldn’t have but it happened.”

“Wow, you just lost some serious brownie points.” The bartender shakes her head, but her voice is light as she jokes, “Just so you know, I’m spitting into the next drink you order.”

He returns his gaze back to you when he hears the booing from the group when they realise they are out of champagne, and the corner of his lip rises in the smallest smile as he watches you calm them down. You must’ve offered to get more, because he watches as you make your way towards the bar. His eyes fall on the skirt of your dress, and he focuses a little too intently on the way it swishes around your hips and upper thighs. He quickly turns back when he realises that you are coming next to him, and he is going to be closer to you than he has in almost eight months.

He watches you from the corner of his eye as you lean your forearms onto the bar as you smile sweetly as you order. “Can I get another bottle of champagne? It doesn’t matter which one, they are too drunk to realise it anyway.”

“Sure thing, do you want me to pop it for you?” He hears the bartender ask.

“No, no it’s fine, I can do it myself.”

Your reply brings a smile on his face as he recalls how he was the one to teach you how to do it, claiming that you were too old to be afraid of popping open a bottle of champagne. He’s lost in his thoughts as you but the bottle under your tab and leave the bar to rejoin the group; he doesn’t even entertain the idea of talking to you.

“You didn’t talk to her, like, at all.” The bartender recalls clearly confused.

“No, I didn’t,” Pierre replies as he exhales deeply and downs his drink in one go. “How much for my tab and theirs?”

The bartender raises an eyebrow, “You do realise they are a group of women, celebrating one of them getting married, drunk out of their asses, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, just cover it from my card.” He shrugs her off as he hands her his card.

“You’re really not going to try to win her over?” She asks as she takes payment for the tabs.

“No, she’s finally moved on,” his reply is soft, and it brings a smile to his face as he watches you shake the bottle and pop the cork off, spraying the others with champagne as you laugh loudly, “it’s time I move on, too.”

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gemsofgreece · 19 days

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OK some things about Greece's Marina Satti results and we're done with this

JK I am not done with Marina I love her but we're done with the circus Marina was in, for another year

So, she is a perfectionist but I hope she will soon understand how much SHE SUCCEEDED. And it will look like a love delirium but no I am not being biased.

Marina Satti got 11th place. Missed Top 10 by one. She was basically killed by the juries.

In the televoting she won 8th place. So she was in the top 10 of all people's votes. She was also 8th in the votes from the Rest of the World, which is a big deal in my opinion.

I won't be mad at the juries because their voting overall made sense in many ways and we were aware that Zari was a not jury-friendly song in any way. It had zurna, it had rap, obviously juries don't go for this stuff. So, it's okay. We knew that.

BUT Marina Satti got 8th - 11th place:

By singing exclusively in the Greek language.

By singing in an entirely Balkan, eastern melody during a year that a lot of the Balkans and East Europe had withdrawn from the contest.

By kinda rapping / reggaetoning, which is generally hated in Eurovision.

By doing exactly her thing, despite knowing how much she would be fought by certain people.

By knowingly choosing the very risky song instead of a ballad and a typical dance song that she also had available as options.

By not trying to be "understood" and get sympathy votes.

By being given a tiny budget from the Greek delegation, much smaller than any previous years including to last year's NQ lame tycoon nephew entry. So GD gave a famous artist like Marina much less money than to those small unknown kids that had gone before her. WTF

By being hated for her song and her (genius) music video and a large percentage of the population writing in English and asking foreigners to not vote for her and blaming her for insulting Greece, Greek culture etc (HINT: No she did not insult it and a blog called gemsofgreece tells you that so relax) and insulting her, her morals, her family, her father's descent and her talent relentlessly for three months

By the unprecedented thing of the freaking SHOWBIZ of the country making openly insulting attacks against her and her song. Like, seriously, there were FAMOUS celebrities going on TV and calling her song "cat vomit", a fashion designer (before her dress choice lol) saying she should go to Eurovision naked because there's no other hope for her to get votes. I am serious. You might say, oh, she must have done something. NO. Guys, no. She has never said or done anything wrong to any celebrity in the country as far as I am aware. She was attacked by musicians, fashion designers, TV shows and honestly nobody knows why. It's a different thing to not like something than to get a polemic position openly as a celebrity against another famous person. This has never happened before, I don't remember anything like this. Celebrities shitting on another artist's effort out of nowhere, especially in advance. To put it simply, now that Marina will have to return to Greece (poor thing), she has good reasons to sue half the country.

By losing her father one month ago.

By getting pretty ill during the semi-final, losing her voice and being administrated medication every three hours.

By suffering chronically from severe anxiety, which is why she refused three prior propositions from the Greek delegation to represent the country.

Well, by receiving a new massive wave of hate from people from or supporting Israel and the Greek government controlled media and press, who all started a fierce campaign against her the last two days before the final. The reason was that she showed intentionally boredom / sleepiness during the time the Israeli contestant was speaking. Make of that what you will, I am only presenting the facts of how her placement was formed here. Many Jewish people wrote they had voted her in the semi but now they wouldn't. I believe because Israel is an eastern country, probably several people of Jewish descent voted for her and then all those votes were lost. It's no matter, I am just explaining that she would probably otherwise be 7th in the televoting, 10th overall. Here we analyze if Marina succeeded her goal, we don't nitpick for Eurovision's sake.

And as you see, she succeeded. With all the odds against her, with a LOT of people hating her and making her life harder and her effort impossible, with the loss of her father, she succeeded in her vision. Bring back Greek language, the eastern sound and having the world dance with it. Shoutout to Armenia who also succeeded in this and made top 10, the song was a little more conventional. Let's be real, Satti achieved all this with a VERY difficult song. The definition of a difficult song and in a little known language. Nothing else, just congratulations to her and I hope she realises all this and does not let her trademark anxiety and perfectionism get the better of her. Also, she really created an international fan community with this and I think there are good things coming for her in the future :)))))

PS1: Odds had her 8th-10th place but they underestimated the juries and the last day's hate she got. In general odds were not very successful this year.

PS2. No worries Greek and Cypriot televoting exchanged the 12 points again :D

PS3: to the ageist haters who wondered why she looks 20 though she is 38, kitties reach her age and you will be crying to look like her

PS4: Marina’s 8th place in televoting was the best placement since 2013, surpassing Amanda and Stefania with the English jury friendly songs 😃😃😃 Greek delegation take a bloody hint

#greece #eurovision #marina satti #good thing this is over #now i am ready for her new lp #and her collaboration with Nemo #wooohoooo #greek culture #greeks #greek people #greek music #greek facts #coals of greece

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zethwritesss · 9 months

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‘good morning babe’; a morning with your girlfriend, ellie; a very fluffy drabble/fic thingy

warnings: cursing, FLUFF!!! (idk why this is there oh well), established relationship, cuddles, mention of nsfw content.

synopsis: ellie helps get you up in the morning (+ some cuddles)

a/n: dedicated to y’all who hate mornings, figured i’d write this because i’ve been thinking abt it non stop- also i hope that the audio helps this little fic come to life a bit more!! i’ve done the audio to be read alongside the fic, or it can be just as a stand alone thing. ALSO reader is gender neutral!!

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you heard your curtains get thrown to the side, allowing the way-too-bright sunlight to stream into your room. you decided to shove your face into some pillows and groaned.

you felt a hand lightly rub circles on your back. it took a few seconds for your senses to kick in. and fully register what’s going on around you.

you were lying on your stomach, your girlfriend sat down on your bedside.

“good morning babe-”

“elsss- ‘s too earlyyy…” you groaned, voice raspy, barely understandable as you had shoved your face into some pillows.

“i know i know… i’m not a morning person either so i get it. you were up pretty late last night huh?” ellie said, still rubbing your back.

you nod your head in response. you were indeed up late last night, sometime in-between 3-4 am. you didn’t even register ellie coming into your room, opening your curtains and sitting at your bedside.

”mhm wannagobacktobeddd” you mumbled incomprehensibly.

“hmm? what on earth did you just say?” ellie chuckled at your statement. you groaned in frustration, it was too early for you to deal with ellie’s shenanigans.

“can i have twenty more minutes of my fucking beauty sleep?”

“oh! now that gets the point across. i say ten more minutes.” ellie said, hoping you’d take her offer of an extra ten more minutes of rest.

“ten? els it’s too early for your shit. ” you protest.

“ten.” ellie said remaining firm on her stance.

“twenty.”

“what about fifteen? and i’ll join you-”

‘thank fucking god finally a viable option’ you thought to yourself.

“fine.” you grumbled.

“then move over so i have some room.”

ellie chuckled.

“but- im soooo comfyyy-“

“babe.”

“ellieee.” you cooed, your were extremely comfy in your bed, buried in your sage coloured duvet.

“well i’m making room for myself since someone‘s too stubborn to do it themselves!”

ellie shoved you over a little bit and climbed into bed, lying on her side, making sure she was able to see her sleepy partner. you were now face to face with her.

“hi!” ellie said with a slight smile.

“hi!” you reply, making eye contact with your beloved els. her sparkling green eyes, and freckled face mesmerizing you.

“how was your sleep?” she asks you, as you feel her hand come up to stroke your cheek. your felt your cheeks turn warm in response to her gesture.

“was good, needed more though.”

“don’t stay up too late then…”

ellie had a point, your sleep schedule had been all over the place.

“ellieee i know you are noooo better than me…”

ellie looked down at your statement, ashamed that you called her out.

“okay okay… yeah i think we both need to sort our sleep schedules out…”

you nod in response. you loved mornings with your girlfriend, she made them a lot more tolerable than before. ellie did have a point though!

“anddd how was yours?” you ask her.

“mine was good, glad to hear yours was good too! soo what were you up to so late?” ellie asked you.

“i just couldn’t fall asleep, your sleep talking didn’t help me… it was almost sleep yelling!” you say, giggling to yourself as you remember what ellie said in her sleep.

“well, what was i sleep talking about?”

“it was something about a horse, i think you were riding it, you kept telling it to giddy up”

ellie chuckled in response to you telling her about her sleep talking shenanigans.

“i do remember dreaming about being a cowboy- that’s probably it! didn’t think i’d be sleep talking though!”

“on this topic of riding, when can i ride you?”

you smirked, you liked to mess around with ellie. it was fun making her flustered and speechless.

“i- i- wow- wasn’t expecting that one at 11:32 in the morning… maybe later tonight-” ellie said, biting her bottom lip as her face went bright red at your comment.

“yeehaw!” you exclaim with a smirk on your face.

“up you get now-“

“but… ellie it hasn’t-”

“nuh uh- no buts. come on babe…” ellie tutted, with a grin on her face.

“whatcha-” you ask, followed by a squeal as ellie hits you with a pillow. then she quickly hops out of the bed, in case you were to retaliate.

“OKAY- OKAY. I’M UP!” you exclaim, sitting up on your bed.

“there we go- okay so now that you’re up i’ll leave you be. if you’re ready in fifteen, breakfast is on me!” ellie teased, before heading out of your bedroom.

you used to hate mornings, they were slow and draining at times. but with ellie they’re much more manageable, minus ellie’s tactics with a pillow.

“ALSO I’LL GET YOU BACK FOR HITTING ME WITH A PILLOW” you yell at your girlfriend, whose light chuckles could be heard from down the hall.

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aimixx · 1 year

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Alhaitham x GN! Reader Synopsis: It is your birthday, and Alhaitham decided to give you 4 gifts to convey his feelings for you.

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"Did you see the Acting Grand Sage around?"

"No, he took a day off."

The greatest shock in the Akademiya, Alhaitham took a day off. He would always be in his office or the library, a day off is very rare.

Today is a special day for Alhaitham, it is your birthday.

From all the dates you two had together, he knows everything you like and what will make you happy. He prepared small gifts throughout the day, gifts that show how much he appreciates your existence in his life.

Morning: Acts of service

8 AM

Alhaitham woke up quietly so as to not wake you up. Although he doesn’t want to leave the bed at all. The sight of you sleeping peacefully in his arms, your peaceful sleeping face looking absolutely lovely as the soft rays of the sun caressed your skin. Every time he tried to move his arms you would move closer to him and breathe a soft sigh as you got closer to him, all of your sleepy actions are making him want to continue sleeping in your warmth.

But he has to get up, for your first gift.

After successfully getting out of bed without waking you up, he slowly made his way to the kitchen to prepare your morning gift. A nice breakfast in bed. With the help of books and some people he knows who are good at cooking, he made you a nice and healthy breakfast. Scrambled eggs with hash brown and cherry tomatoes with orange juice and a dessert of pancakes.

“So, did you think about your books today?”

In an attempt to get Alhaitham out of the work mood, you decided to take him on a nice adventure in the magical forests of Varanara. With its unique trees, calm atmosphere where you won’t get ambushed by any wild fungi, the soft melodies of the Aranara that can be heard all over the forest. You knew that this place would make Alhaitham’s mind drift away from work, the books he read and anything related to the Akademiya.

From the start of the day, you and Alhaitham took a nice and safe walk to the mystical forest. The moment you entered, the two of you felt a sense of security and happiness dwell in you. Many people had similar experiences in the forest, you heard so many stories about this forest that made you really want to visit it and take Alhaitham with you.

As you two explored the forest, you told him about all the stories of the adventurers who explored this place. One adventurer was being chased by a group of hilichurls and he ran to Varanara, the moment he stepped in the forest the hilichurls stopped chasing him, as if something stopped them, and they ran back to their camp. Another adventurer got lost in the forest and was very hungry then heard some noise behind him. He looked and found a plate of freshly cooked Masala Cheese Balls, he said that this dish has saved his life and he believes that it's a gift from the Aranara.

Right now, you two are relaxing near the Tree of Dreams. Laying down on the soft grass around the tree, you two start to recall the adventure you had and the main reason why you two got out to Varanara in the first place.

“I didn’t. It’s nice to relax like this.” Alhaitham said, he enjoyed himself a lot on this trip, he tried many things he didn’t do before and he is so happy he did those things with you. It was a new experience that not only taught him about the nature and mysteries of the Aranara, but he also tried new experiences with you.

“Alhaitham,” You said, sitting up from the ground and looking at him, “It’s okay to relax and have a day where you explore a new place just for fun or have a lazy day at home.”

The sweet memory replayed in Alhaitham’s mind as he finished preparing your birthday breakfast. After putting everything nicely on the tray, he took the breakfast to the bedroom and was greeted by the sight of you just waking up.

“Happy birthday, love.” Alhaitham said, you slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes as he walked up to you. “For the first gift, I made you a nice breakfast for the day.”

“Alhaitham, thank you so much.” You said, taking the tray from him and admiring the breakfast he prepared for you. He sat down next to you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before you started eating your breakfast.

The day just started and you are loving it.

Noon: Words of affirmation

For your second gift of the day, you found yourself back in Varanara. But this time it is Alhaitham leading you into the forest.

You asked him many times where are you going but he kept avoiding your question, so you just gave up and followed wherever he took you. Which ended up being Varanara. He ended up taking you to a place where a lone house stands surrounded by water.

The sun was setting, the soft breeze made the giant leaves that acted like trees dance softly to the melody that was playing around the area.

That was a new melody that you had never heard before. Before you questioned your lover, he turned around and held out his hand.

“I asked for some help from the traveler since they can see the Aranara and they were kind enough to prepare a special melody. Would you care for this dance?” He asked, putting a hand behind his back and holding out his hand like a male lead from those Isekai novels of Inazuma.

“You know how to dance?”

“I do.”

You took his hand and he held you close, a hand on your hip as the other held your hand, the two of you then started dancing to the melody of the Aranara.

As the two of you danced, another memory played in Alhaitham’s mind as he gazed softly into your eyes.

He was finally alone in the house, for an entire day, and there’s no Kaveh that will wake him up in the middle of the night since he’s staying over at Gandhara Ville.

Finally, some peace and quiet. At least that’s what he thought.

You decided to visit him today.

“I met Kaveh on the way and he told me that you’re all alone tonight so I’m staying over” You said, walking into his home and sitting on the couch. “C’mon, lay down a bit and relax. Let’s enjoy that time together.”

Alhaitham walked over to you and laid down like you said, his head resting on your lap. You proceeded to softly comb his hair with your fingers. He slowly felt himself relaxing into your soft touch. “So what do you want to do?” You asked. Alhaitham, who had his eyes closed, opened them and looked up at you.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” He asked, you noticed the exhaustion in his eyes, “I’m tired from all the work of the week and also brushing my hair is relaxing.” He finished his sentence and looked away from your eyes, a blush starting to appear on his cheeks.

“I didn’t know the Acting Grand Sage could be like this.” You giggled and poked his flushed cheek, making him blush even more.

“I would never do this to anyone at all.” Alhaitham started, his eyes going back to look into yours. “I know how people will not hesitate to use anyone to their advantage, I know that these days no one has good intentions in wanting to be your friend. You are different from all of them.”

“How am I different?”

“You will know later.” Alhaitham said and closed his eyes and you two enjoyed the peaceful moment together.

“Remember what I told you a few days ago?” He said, twirling you around as the music played.

“About how I’m different?” You asked, he smiled as he pulled you back in his arms, his hands on your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I waited for today to tell you the answer.” Alhaitham started, “You are different (y/n), you are honest with me, you approached me with no ill intentions or wanting to use me. You love me for who I am, and I love you for who you are. I love everything about you, even the little things. I love you so much and I will say it again and again until the end of time.”

As you heard those words, you felt yourself tear up. No words came out of your mouth to reply to his confession, so you just leaned in and kissed him.

A passionate kiss shared between the beautiful couple in the majestic forest of Varanara, surrounded by the Aranara who you two can’t see, but they are all singing for you.

Afternoon: Receiving Gifts

For the third gift of the day, it is something that Alhaitham personally made. Something you really wished for at the beginning of your friendship.

It was back in the time when you two were Akademiya students.

As always, Alhaitham is in the library, but this time he is not reading a book and actually is hiding from a group of students who won’t stop asking him questions. He hid in a secluded corner that he knows that no one will find him here.

When he went to that corner, he expected it to be empty but he found a student sleeping. A young student with books all over the table, it looked like they were studying and sleep took over them.

Alhaitham walked over to the student, looking over at their notes and the student got up. The young boy backed up a bit as the student sat up and looked at him.

“Thanks for waking me up.” They said, giving him a soft smile. “I’m (y/n).”

“Alhaitham.” He replied, “why are you here?”

“I want to study in peace without people giving me Valentine’s day gifts.” They started, “I don’t mind it but sometimes it gets excessive and emotionally exhausts me. So I went here and did all of this to show that I’m studying.”

“How do you know I’m not one of the people who want to give you a gift too?” He asked, the student smiled and pointed at his hands.

“First of all, you’re not holding anything. Secondly, if you were one of them then you would’ve been kicked out of the library for making too much noise.”

His interest piqued, making him pull a chair and sit down. “Mind if I join you? I’m also hiding from some students who won’t stop pestering me.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Hey,” You started after a few minutes of silence, “What is something you really want?”

Alhaitham thought for a while, he wanted many things. Graduation, the Akademiya to change its rules, a peaceful life. He wanted so many things, but he couldn’t say them all.

“I want to live in peace.” He replied. The young boy wants to have peace in everything, in life, in society. He wanted peace so that everyone can have the luxury of being safe.

“I want to have a flower crown made by my future lover.” You replied, Alhaitham stared at you and raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

“Yes. It’s nice. It feels like this person really loves you and won’t hesitate to get wild flowers from the forests of Sumeru and make a flower crown specifically for you.”

Many years have passed, and he still remembers your wish.

After your dance, he took you to Port Ormos to dine in a restaurant by the clear waters and try something new together. This was your first trip to Port Ormos together and he also booked a room in an Inn for you two to spend the night at the beautiful port of Sumeru.

After your meal together, you two took a walk around the port and sat down on a bench facing the sea. Alhaitham, knowing it is the perfect opportunity, pulled out a box from his bag and gave it to you.

“Here,” He said, putting the box in your hands. “ Your third gift of the day.”

“How many gifts did you prepare?” You asked, taking the box and looking at him.

“Four, now open the box.”

You nodded, removing the ribbon from the box and opening it.

In the box, laid a flower crown made of red and pink tulips. Your eyes widened as you pulled it out of the box and stared at it in awe. You then looked at Alhaitham, who was giving you a soft smile as you admired the beautiful flower crown.

“Did you make this?”

“Yes. You always wanted a flower crown made by your future lover, so I made your wish come true.”

After those words, he took the crown from your hands and placed it carefully on your head.

“Happy birthday dear, I love you so much.”

Evening: Quality Time

The sun is out, the moon is illuminating the sky with the stars decorating the night sky. You can still hear the hustle and bustle of the city but it is calmer than the morning. You and Alhaitham retired to your room in the Inn, sitting down in the chairs outside in the balcony of the room and admiring the view of the port.

“Honey, remember when we were talking about going to the beach together?”

“That was a month ago.”

“Yeah, and you remembered. You remember everything I ever asked for throughout the time we knew each other, even before we started our relationship. How long did you like me?” You asked, Alhaitham turned his head to look at you and smiled.

“If I say after meeting you again I would be lying. I started liking you way back when we were students.”

It all started when I always met you every time I wanted to be alone. You were always there, as if you knew I didn’t want to be alone.

I thought you just wanted to use me like everyone else, I thought that you would leave me if I became your friend.

You still stayed, even when I ignored you, even when I turned down your friendship offer. You stayed.

You stayed and your presence was comforting, you knew what makes me annoyed and uncomfortable without me telling you about them. You understood me and stayed by my side.

You became my first friend in the Akademiya, I wanted to be a lot closer to you but I was scared. Scared that you will also leave if I ever admit that I love you.

After graduation, we all went our separate ways and I never saw you again for a long time. But then you appeared again.

Appeared again when I saved Lesser Lord Kusanali and wanted you by my side, cheering me on and telling me ‘you did it. You did it, Alhaitham. I am so proud of you’

And you did, you came and told me the exact same words I wanted to hear.

“My love for you grew even more then, you are the most precious person in my life and I’m afraid to lose you.”

After his words, you pulled him into a hug, making sure that his head was resting on your chest.

“Alhaitham, I am here for you, I won’t leave. I can’t leave, I love you so much that imagining a world without you is simply impossible.”

“We will be together until the end, I won’t leave you alone. I will give you a hug whenever you need one, I will hold your hand all the time, I will always be there for you. Thank you for this amazing day and the gifts too. I love you so much.”

Today, your birthday, was an unforgettable one.

Because you spent it with the person you love the most.

#—traveler novels #genshin impact #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham x gn reader #yaepublishinghouse #astronetwrk #twilight theater

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Hi Lana, hear me out, how about reader with a voice kink she loves Joe's voice but one night she has a sexy dream not only about him but also Eddie was in it, she tells him about the dream and one night he just decides to try something and switch between his normal voice to Eddie's and vice versa just to see how her body will react. Hope this makes sense, love your stuff btw 💕

Why thank you angel. I am FERALLLLL for this 👀 Under 18's DNI.

Picture via Pintrest 📸

Sure you got to experience your boyfriend every day of your life together and the passion and lust was there in the blink of an eye from the day you began dating. But you couldn't help but be fascinated by the way he played Eddie once you got the chance to watch him bring the character to life.

The thing that struck you the most was his voice, the way he conducted the little accent and the gravelly tones of Joe's voice that were combined had you frothing at the mouth. It was a characteristic that had always made you unimaginably turned on, never before until you met Joe. In the end it really became a fantasy for you to ponder on, what it would be like to have a hold of Eddie, having him whisper in your ear all of the things he wanted to do to you in the way that Joe would and then one night when you lay peacefully in your bed, your wish came true.

Your dream was so erotic, but except it being one of them, it was both of them. The way they both touched you, the way they both fill you so well. The way they chanted your name the same but different, just the way their voices sang so sweetly together. The pet names. It was all so heavenly, having Joe and Eddie fighting for their chance's to fuck you better than the other, competing at who would give you the best orgasm, challenging on who could get the biggest reaction from you when their fingers or tongues were working hard on your holes. The threesome of a wet dream is something torturous and bizarre yet so god damn beautiful, but then you woke up, all sweaty and dazed next to your snoozing man.

You nudge him awake, making him stir and wrap his arms around you in an attempt to get you to go back to sleep. "What are you doing awake at this hour babe, it's still dark." Joe muttered lowly. The slow, strained and still very much sleepy voice flew down to your already heated core making you ache violently.

"I need to tell you something." You moved him to lay on his back, releasing yourself from his grasp so that he'd groan about it but at least listen.

"What time is it?" Joe yawned. You looked over at your phone, the brightness stinging your eyes slight. "3:45am." You winced at him, he wasn't the best at being woken up suddenly, especially in the middle of the night; you kind of felt bad but at the same time you needed to let him in on your little sweet dream.

"Can it wait for another few hours?" Joe tried to push away again, snuggling back under the covers to try and go back to sleep, you pushed them off him an in instant revealing his torso and making him sit up, feeling the cold rupture his stomach. "Ok, ok. I'm awake." He sat up a little, shooting a blank sigh your way and pulled you into him so you could lay on his chest to which you happily obliged. "Go on, what are you dying to tell me?"

"So I had this dream where-" You couldn't continue, the way you were going to tell him sounded so much better in your head, but you knew out loud it was going to be crazy and maybe even Joe himself would think you're insane and just be ignorant to the fact that you were now craving the fictional character he portrayed and him all at once.

"Where? Where what love." Joe gestured for you to continue, his eyes opened fully staring down at you in the darkness.

"Promise you won't become all weird about it?"

"How can I promise when I don't know what it is Y/N?" He hitched a small chuckle your way, you took a huge intake of breath and spilled.

"Me, you and Eddie had a threesome. I can't get him out of my head, you were so damn sexy as him, you're so damn sexy as you. You both are going to be the death of me and-"

Joe's head fell back against the headboard, not the laugh you were expecting, more of a devious and challenging smirky laugh, one that sounded exactly like Eddie's, but like Joe's too, their laughs were one of the only things that brought them to be similar, or so you thought.

"So you've got the hots for Eddie?" Joe's smile was reeling, he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing; but at the same time was relieved it was at least someone that he'd embodied rather than a random person or someone else you knew.

"Kind of..." What a lie, you were down bad for him.

"Ok let me get this straight, so you want to be fucked by Eddie but you still also want to be fucked by me? But you're dreaming of him being real and being in the same bed as we're in right now, doing filthy shit, all three of us, together?" He couldn't of ran around it in a windier path of context. You sarcastically rolled your eyes as if the penny had dropped. "An unhinged compliment if I ever heard one baby, but if that's what you want." Joe took an unusually sharp breath in, leaving the both of you in silence for a few seconds.

"Then that's what you'll get, sweetheart." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You could of reached breaking point just from hearing the accent fall from his lips. For real, you heard it right. Eddie's voice.

Joe pushed you onto your back, leaning over and kissing you hard, your mouths writhing against each other, your tongue darted into his mouth in desperation, rather a need than a want, they danced around each other, battling for dominance in a way that had you both whimpering lightly, the echoes of them falling down each other's throats. Even if he was just acting to get a reaction at this point, it was fucking worth it.

Joe moved his mouth down to caress your neck, trailing his tongue down the sides and moved towards your throat, nibbling just off of it, your hand cupping the back of his head in an attempt to grip his messy bed curls.

"So what is it you want from us?" Us. He's really doing this.

"You, you both p-play with me. You both- your voices."

"Voices? Ahh is that what this is about?" Joe smirked into the crook of your neck as he sucked a small mark onto your skin.

"Wait, what?" You take a few steps back from yourself, pulling at his hair to bring him up to stare into the outline of you.

"You told me that you loved the sound of my voice once, it stuck with me, it's clear that you have a little kink for it with what you've just admitted baby. You're so...what's the word I'm looking for... unique." He giggled and you pouted your lips, frustrated in his teasing manner. A small pause and out his alter ego popped again.

"Unique?" Wow.

"Mm, he's right sweetheart, we love it." There was Eddie again. That made you forget the sarcastic remark rather quickly. The entirety of you gained a mountain of goose bumps, every little strand of hair on your skin rose from the way he deflected from one voice to another. Your body felt alive, your cunt was aching and your mouth was almost dribbling from the kink you absolutely knew that was fully brought to life, you were loving every second of this.

Joe's hand fell downward towards your thighs, stroking over your soft skin, the coolness of the steel attached to his fingers mirrored what it could've been like if it were Eddie, yet another similarity between them; they both loved rings. Your legs immediately opened up for him to make contact with where you needed it most, you could've slapped him silly for teasing you when he delicately grazed everywhere but in between your folds.

"Shit. Is he not giving it to you the way I can?" Eddie spoke out, making you groan, your hips bucking upward so that Joe's hand fell straight to your cunt. Another silent pause as you awaited a response. "Absolutely not, I can definitely do it better." Joe protested.

Joe's fingers pushed your slit open revealing your clit and two fingers instantly fell upon it, rubbing harshly at your over sensitive bud. His digits drove down and the back up, bringing the pool of wetness you'd created already to extend an easier glide against you. You could just about make a silhouette of each other from the dimmed street lights hidden through the window and behind the curtain, so you closed your eyes to entice the notion of two men in your presence, feel more real.

"Does that feel good my love?" Joe leaned down whispering into your ear, just like in your dream. Was it just you or was he in your god damn head right now?

"Or does this feel better, pretty girl?" The sound of the American accent flew through your ear drums and Joe sat up instantly, using his other hand to plunge two fingers deep inside you. He worked ravenously to edge you. One hand still making shapes around your clit, pushing against the side which hit the spot the most, whilst Eddie's fingers fucked your cunt effortlessly.

You squirmed harshly underneath his touch, both hands creating one emotion that made an almost ball made out of steel swell inside your stomach. The motion that was being worked in unison, thrusting and curling up inside of you, stretching your walls whilst the other cursed your clit into eternal damnation.

"Oh fuck J-Joe-Ed-die" You cursed their names, Joe's lips stealing himself an instant bite of his bottom lip. You didn't know who to thank more, but deep down you knew it was an utter praise for your boyfriend delivering your deepest and darkest fantasy in the middle of the night, a true definition of perfect.

"Yeah sweetheart, is that good? You like it when we fuck your pretty pussy up like this? You're so fucking tight." We? Are they working together to get this out of you now. Joe got Eddie's voice down to a tee, I mean why wouldn't he? But he knew nothing of the way Eddie might of been in this situation, he must of just assumed from the way you spoke about it, that he was as eager as Joe was to please you.

Your screams fell hard, bouncing around the walls of the pitch black area, you climaxed seconds after, your back arching upwards as Joe's hand slapped itself messily across your clit, Eddie's fingers releasing themselves as your slick squirted out of your cunt vigourously like a waterfall, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, even the angels that were waiting to give you your place in heaven couldn't save you from the moment you climaxed. You'd seriously never felt this worked up. Death by orgasm; now that's a new one.

Joe removed his hands from you, climbing back over to seal it with a kiss, more passionate instead of fierce, the softness of them making your hole gape around nothing.

"That was so hot." You giggled.

"Now I've got to know, who did you prefer?" Joe questioned you, a slight mock in his tone but all the same intrigued.

"You already know the answer." You smiled.

Joe pulled down his boxers, releasing his stiff length from the cage it stood to attention in, throbbing for contact, aching to be inside of you.

"I just needed to check." He positioned himself at your entrance, not wanting to waste another second.

"What do you mean?" You stroked along his jaw, beaming from ear to ear, you were still getting over what just happened.

"Whether I needed to fuck you as me, or as Eddie from now on." You both shared a hearty laugh.

"As much as he's a god damn fantasy, you will always win baby."

Joe loved to hear that, not that he was jealous that his own character turned you on immensely but he almost fought back the victory fist pump in the air to know that he had won and let's face the facts; he always would.

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yummycrummy · 9 days

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p1 hcs becuz I am normal abt characters

-his real name is Rick but he prefers to go by Dude (I like to think that p2's name is Rick too but we aren't talking abt him rn)

-in his 20s (like...26 or 28???) he looks older to some people though, if he even goes out

-has severe generalised anxiety disorder, PTSD, hypochondria, schizophrenia, social anxiety, and OCD

- has Anthropophobia, Ataxophobia, Catagelophobia, Claustrophobia, Daemonophobia, and probably way more

-started to take medication at some point but eventually stopped because he thought they wouldn't work and make him more paranoid

-he owns guns (A LOT of them) probably like, 25. he keeps them perfectly clean and safe, stocked up on his wall or in his panic room. (we'll get to that part soon) he'd probably have a collection of other weapons too, like a bunch of knives and axes (he also keeps them very clean, obsessively)

-owns a little radio so he can listen to MTV, music that he's into, like Nickelback, KMFDM, Judas Priest, Oingo Boingo and Black Sabbath. helps him relax when he feels like he's really losing it. (he also tries to listen in on the feds, like if they're spying on him. he's that paranoid.)

-cuddles with champ often. especially when hes in bed. he loves that puppy as much as life itself (he'd kill for him)

-gets sunspots when hes out in the sun for awhile 🌤

-smokes pot frequently. his house probably reeks of it, and so does he lets be real

-smoking too much of the pot can fuck him up, yet he doesn't stop. he doesn't know what else to do, and he doesn't trust doctors.

-fidgets alot. holds onto his cross when hes scared or in need of comfort. bites his nails too.

-has acne scars

-sensitive to bright lights (why he wears sunglasses all the time)

-gets sick really often. all the time. almost died during a few probably

-has shit posture 🦐

-breaks things when hes overwhelmed or angry

-has a bunker/panic room in his basement. keeps way more weapons down there, including MRE's and dog food as well. he thinks about the world coming to an end and so that's basically why he built it.

-hardly ever leaves his house. feels like the government is going to come for him, so whenever he sees a black vehicle outside, like a van, he freaks the hell out. If he was going to go out and get the mail that day you can forget it.

-cant hold down a job for long. Idk how this man even has a house (government probably gives him money) that is until he eventually gets evicted (hope this makes sense enough im sleepy)

-can't drive even though he took his learners as a teen. he just can't. makes him more nervous and unable to focus on a lot of things at once, so he either walks or takes the bus.

-kids would often call him a demon or pull his hair. they thought he was a freak since he never liked to be around any of the other kids, he was always off in some corner or inside at recess, so he was sadly the target of their taunts.

-his parents weren't redheads like him (recessive genes) so when he was born his mother thought he was the spawn of the devil. she never wanted anything to do with him, as did his dad, so P1 desperately tried everything to get their attention/approval, but nothing ever worked. he eventually left home when he turned 17.

k thats mostly it ty for reading if u did eee

#ig my vers of him but idk #uhm...yyeah uh #its alot im srry i love comin up with hcs for characters #headcanons #postal 1997 #postal dude #tw abuse #tw drug mention

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avocadoguru · 1 year

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Do we have any sneak peaks for the next part 👀

Also I love wolfrry so much 😭 everything you give us is a blessing

Suddenly she had an idea. Maybe he was at his old apartment. There was a chance he still had it since everything happened so fast, so maybe his lease wasn’t up. He had no reason to be there, and she figured it was a wild goose chase but she wanted answers. Wanted to know if perhaps he was there. It was late but she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t at least try.

Standing in front of the apartment door she took a deep breath before rapping her knuckles on the wood.

When she heard movement and then the clicking of the door lock her breathing halted and she felt a jolt of relief, of hope, and then of dread. Why was he there… Who was he there with?

However, as the door swung open, standing there was a sleepy Niall wearing cotton pajamas and messy hair. His eyes widened when he realized who it was knocking at his door.

“Niall?!”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. Uh… Is Harry here?” She asked looking behind him into the apartment. The lights were off. He was clearly sleeping before she arrived.

“No. Uh. It’s just me here.” Niall scratched the back of his neck and looked up at her before realizing his manners, “Would you like to come in?”

Nodding, Y/N walked in and looked around. It looked exactly the same. All of the furniture that Harry had was still placed around the living room in the exact same spots, “Why are you here?” She turned and asked him. It was all very odd but she felt something click into place suddenly without him even needing to answer. She recalled the picture of Niall on the dresser and how now, in this moment, with him standing in the living room as he turned on a lamp, this place felt like him. Like Niall. The medical books, the knick-knacks…

“Oh… uh- well that’s because, um… I needed a new place. So, I am, uh… taking over the lease. Yeah, and it just worked out perfectly,” he laughed nervously as Y/N eyed him suspiciously.

“Really? Interesting…” She wanted to comment more about that knowing he wasn’t being honest with her but her immediate concern was Harry. “So, I know this may sound a bit overly dramatic but I don’t know where Harry is. I was supposed to see him after I got off work today. I got to his new house and no one was there. I’ve called him and nothing. And now it’s hours later and still, I haven’t heard from him. It’s just… not like him.” A lie. But he didn’t need to know she’d been through this before with him. “So you don’t know where he is?”

Niall cinched his brows together in thought. It would be very unusual for Harry to not be somewhere he said he’d be. Especially when it came to Y/N. He knew how the alpha felt about the human. So now, Niall was concerned as well.

“I haven’t heard from him today at all actually. Umm…” he pursed his lips before continuing, “So, what time were you supposed to get to his house?”

“At 8. He said he’d have dinner ready for me when I arrived.”

“Hmm… And when was the last time you saw him?”

“This afternoon. We drove back from his uncle’s this morning and when we arrived at his house I left right away so I could make it to work on time.”

Niall sat down on the couch and rubbed his palms over his face, “That doesn’t make sense,” he spoke quietly, mostly to himself but Y/N heard him.

Sitting down next to him on the couch Y/N wondered if Niall did know something. His response to not knowing where Harry could be was concerning. She half expected him to joke about how Harry was probably fine or something. But Niall seemed actually concerned.

“Do you know something, Niall? Anything? Is there something going on I should know about?”

Niall shook his head and kept his eyes down toward the floor, “Nah. It’s probably nothing.”

There it was. The response she expected of him at the beginning except now it had come too late and she’d watched the way he responded initially.

“Then why do you seem so concerned?”

Looking into her eyes Niall tried to feign confidence in his words, “Oh… I mean. I was just tired and I was sort of out of it. But you… he’s fine I’m sure.”

She could see right through him. Niall was a terrible liar. She smiled and patted his knee before standing up, “If you say so. But will you please call me if you do know something or you hear from him?”

Niall stood up and nodded, “Of course, Y/N.”

sneak peek from Lupus Noctis/ Chapter 10

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A Cat Most Curious And A Caterpillar Most Done

Some thoughts on the episode. Not many original ideas, but it is fun to revisit what we got this week.

CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT, BUT SATISFACTION BROUGHT IT BACK

This saying is the CC in a nutshell:

Curious Cat: Please, please hurry... I have many many questions!

Which in itself is interesting for 2 reasons:

They have a rather peculiar role in the Ever After

They are an embodyment of change

The Curious Cat's Role

What is CC's role in the Ever After? Obviously it is to be curious and to ask questions. Not only that, but they can move freely through the acres, rather than being tied to one, like the Hunters Mice or the Red Prince. Finally, they claim they can easily reach the tree:

Curious Cat: You do not go to the tree. The tree goes to you. Unless of course you are me... you see?

Let's use for a moment our meta-lens and let's recap everyone's probable roles:

RWBY are the protagonists

Neo is the antagonist, who might make herself a writer

Jaune might have lost himself in the role of side-character (The Rusted Knight)

The Tree is the protagonists' final objective

What is CC, then? Which role are we lacking? Who is the one who can jump to the very end of the story and move freely through the pages of a book? Who is the one who keeps asking questions and wants to always get new things and to discover how the story goes on?

CC: There is just so many characters to keep track of! Wait, what was my original question?

Yep, that is the reader (or the viewer in RWBY's case). This might be why CC hilariously embodies the fandom with all the theories, the impatience, the confusion... Their questions and thoughts are our questions and thoughts because like us, the CC can engage with the story freely, with no particular stake. They can follow the protagonists around or jump to other stories, series or characters they like.

Time changes and so do we, when it's our time to change

The CC can't stay put, their questions keep changing and they have the attention span of a goldfish... They are also introduced in an episode where a mysterious butterfly is shown flying around:

Butterflies are symbols of death and rebirth. They represent change and the CC is often shown following them around. Basically, the CC may be linked to change, transformation and evolution. Because of this, it is not surprising they state the theme of the episode out loud at the very beginning:

Curious Cat: So why would I ever want to go back? Not sense in seeing a sight scene.

Younger Yang: You don't have to go forward, you know? You could go back!

At the end of the episodes the protagonists are asked exactly this. Do they want to go back or to push forward? Do they want to keep growing and developing or do they prefer to regress? Like the Red King apparently did?

The Herbalist: This is how a King winds up a Prince

And here we come to the third episode that explores the inner child archetype:

Episode 2 shows us a positive embodyment of the inner child in the form of Little > they are sweet, pure, hopeful and idealistic

Episode 3 shows us a negative embodyment of the inner child in the form of the Red Prince > he is selfish, rude, unable to deal with his feelings

Episode 4 is a synthesis and asks us the question... how can you make use of the inner child without regressing?

In other words, how can Ruby grow up without losing her childhood innocence? How can she push forward without giving up her hope? How can she combine the quick and safe route (pragtmatism) with the beautiful one full of flowers (idealism)?

Can she even do it? Or will she be undone?

I AM THE HERBALIST... UNTIL I AM NOT ANYMORE

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”

“What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar sternly. “Explain yourself!”

“I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir,” said Alice, “because I’m not myself, you see.”

The Herbalist is clearly a revisitation of Alice in Wonderland's Caterpillar. In general, the episode takes several lines and concepts of the Caterpillar's chapter and re-arranges them differently to fit RWBY's story. Just like in the book, WBY want to get back to their normal size. Except their physical problem is clearly a metaphor for a more existentialist one. Alice doesn't know who she is because her size keeps on changing and her thoughts and emotions keep transforming, as well. WBY want to get back to normal, but their size doesn't matter that much:

Curious Cat: I don't see what the fuss is about. Most of my best friends are six inches tall.

What's important is who they are inside:

The Herbalist: We all have our titles, our roles to play, but in order to help you become whatever it is you need to become, you really should have a better understanding of what you are now.

This misunderstanding is why their meeting with the Herbalist doesn't go so well. RWBY want to simply have a remedy for their size, but the Herbalist wants to help them find their role.

The Herbalist themselves, though, are clearly struggling with their purpose. In this, they are a clear foil to Ruby (our girl foils all the Ever After's characters :P). The Herbalist earnestly wants to help RWBY:

Yang: Look, can you help us or not? The Herbalist: I am trying, but you are making it more complicated that it needs to be!

Their role is to help people find their purposes, but it is clear this duty has started to weigh on them. Everybody goes to them for help! And people even refuse to listen, just like the Red Prince! Why can't people understand the process is important? Why won't they answer earnestly to the questions? Why won't they self-reflect a little?

The Herbalist is tired. They keep trying to help, but people are their own worst enemies and so things keep going wrong. Isn't it exactly what is going on with Ruby?

Younger Ruby: It's up to you to make things better, isn't it? Everything... all depends on you! Your sister needs you, your friends need you. The whole world needs you to keep fighting forever and ever against an invincible monster that took your mother!

She has been trying SO hard to help everyone, but people lose hope, they get divided when they should stick together, they are selfish and betray each other. They give in to fear and control...

Ruby is just so done as the Herbalist is. This is why both characters have slowly lost touch with what they should do. With the true essence of their roles:

The Herbalist: And what exactly does a Huntress do? Ruby: Fight monsters, I guess? I'm sorry, I don't understand why this matters...

Huntresses do not fight monsters, but save people. And yet Ruby can't even get this right. Similarly, the Herbalist has forgotten that asking questions makes sense only if one is willing to listen. And they are not clearly. If they did, they would know all RWBY wants is simply to get back to their regular sizes. They don't want an acide trip or a theraphy session.

The Herbalist misunderstands their own purpose and their actions almost lead Ruby to give up on herself. They should help people to find themselves, but they almost had Ruby lose herself. This is why the Curious Cat calls them out:

Curious Cat: Oh Herb... Look at yourself! You are done. You're supposed to be helping others find their way, but you've lost your own. Please, let me help and take a little bit of my heart. You'll feel much better.

And as a result, the Herbalist "falls" and disappears within the Earth:

Are they going to be remade? Has the acre absorbed them because they are not "useful" anymore? Or is there some other explanation? We will see in the next episode.

HUMANITY, PURPOSE AND IDENTITY

Ruby's answer to Little's "What are you?" question sets up 3 thematic axes to explore:

Humanity (I'm a human)

Purpose (I'm a Huntress)

Identity (I'm Ruby Rose)

The Ever After is a more simplistic place than Remnant. Each acre is done for its inhabitants and everyone has a purpose, which is expressed by their name. The question about identity is then simplistic, as well.

It is not who are you, but what are you? So, what are your purpose?

However, for humans the question of identity is more layered and complex.

First of all, there is a question about "humanity" itself. What it means to be humans? Are humans really such good creatures? The Ever After's inhabitants do not seem to think so.

Secondly, there is a question about one's role. What does one do? What is their purpose? The protagonists are Huntresses, but what it means to be a Huntress? Is it about killing monsters or is it about saving people?

Finally, there is a question about who you are as an individual. Who is Ruby Rose without her purpose? Who is she deep down, behind the mask of a hero?

Obviously, these 3 questions are intertwined, but so far it seems we are slowly building up a climax. Last episode, Ruby said they were humans, which sets the Red Prince off. So, this episode, Ruby opts to say they are Huntresses. However, this brings new difficult questions. I wonder if in a later episode, she is simply going to say her name, which will mean she will have to go even deeper within herself.

RWBY'S TRIP

Fittingly, this scene calls back to Mt Glenn, RWBY's first field trip. Well, they go through another kind of trip this episode :P and I loved it!

In general, the scene of RWBY in the smoke makes full use of the weapons' symbolism, which is at the core of this season:

The girls are asked to affirm they are Huntresses, so it is very powerful Yang, Blake and Weiss take out their weapons and point them to their younger selves. Not to hurt them, but to show who they are:

Yang's arc is about accepting asymmetry vs wholeness. So, she shows her younger self her mechanical arm.

Blake's arc is about accepting there are not simple answers to complex problems. This complexity is difficult to deal this, but it also makes Blake rich. Just like her weapon has so many forms.

Weiss's arc is about accepting she is Weiss Schnee no matter what. No matter the SDC, no matter Atlas or her father or her family or her legacy. No matter even if all these things are gone. So, she wields her sword, which is almost empty, just like all the things that made up who she was are gone. And yet, Weiss is still herself.

Ruby is the odd one. She has yet to find her weapon because she has lost her sense of purpose and doesn't even know who she is anymore. So, she can't affirm she is a Huntress. She can't wield her weapon with pride. She doesn't have it anymore.

On another note... each girl's Q&A moment can be commented also through the metaphor of their fairy tales:

Goldilocks is asked if she wants to be whole, if she wants to be "just right" because this fairy tale has no resolution. It lacks a proper conclusion. Yang, however, states she is going to push forward and find herself what she is missing.

Beauty&Beast is asked to give up her duality. Blake can choose to be either beast or beauty, either human or animal, either black or white, either darkness or light. And yet, she chooses this complexity which makes her Blake. Which makes her fairy tale so resonant.

Snowhite is asked to give up being Snowhite. She is asked to leave the title of her story behind. A story which is about a girl growing up. Weiss refuses this and affirms proudly she is and will always be Weiss Schnee.

Once again, Ruby is the one who fails thematically this episode. The point of her allusion is that she is both Little Red Riding Hood and the Hunter. And yet, she is not sure she can call herself a Huntress anymore. And in the end she is tempted to give up even being Little Red (Ruby Rose).

WHAT ABOUT GRIEF?

Does this episode follow the pattern of the Five Stages of Grief? So far we have:

Episode 1 > Denial (maybe)

Episode 2 > Bargaining

Episode 3 > Anger

What about episode 4? I think it may deal with the stage of acceptance, which is embodied by Blake, when it comes to the characters:

This episode our Cat-Girl's foiling with Ruby is especially evident:

Blake: Huntresses are heroes! We protect those, who can't protect themselves.

She is the one who comes up with the right answer to the Herbalist's question. Ruby instead gives a confused and simplistic one. Not only that, but Ruby ends up repeating to her younger self Blake's words in volume 1:

Ruby: But... life isn't like a fairy tale

When it comes to the episode itself, the theme of acceptance is rather evident. RWBY is asked to accept their past selves. They must look their child selves in the eye, aknowledge their mistakes and their losses, accept them and move forward. WBY are ready to do it in a healthy way, while Ruby isn't. Her "acceptance" borders in depression. She isn't ready.

Finally, like in the previous episode, the Curious Cat gives up a little bit of their Heart. As a result, the Herbalist "accepts" their own death, in a sense. They are given comfort, admit they have always been a workhaolic and then they disappear in their acre...

MISCELLANIA

2 random thoughts in the end:

This episode seemed like an attempt to alchemy, which fails because the right process isn't followed. Interestingly, this is evident also when it comes to the colors. RWBY are in the yellow stage and should move to red. So, they wake up on the beach (yellow) and then move to the Red Prince's acre (red). Still, they can't go on with the set-up journey (Alyx's) and take a detour. This leads them to an acre which is rainbow-ish. However, the rainbow phase in alchemy is at the very beginning of the white phase. So, this means they are regressing and losing themselves to chaos.

CC's lines to Yang and Weiss are interesting:

CC to Yang: Well that is your problem. It's a matter of perspective I'm afraid.

CC to Weiss: Looking at you, Wise Huntress...

I think they might hint to important parts of their arcs. Yang's struggle is about learning to see things from multiple sides. So, it is important she gets called for not doing so. Weiss is instead linked to the idea of anima/animus (Knight + Queen). The anima/animus gets refined and reaches its perfect state in the idea of "Sofia" aka Wisdom. So, it is interesting Weiss gets associated to this concept directly.

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soshaaaa · 8 months

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Some time ago i made redesign of all brothers. I haven't posted it in here yet, so here it is!

Also i made redesign of my OM!OC together woth em all, so i also pit it in this post♡

I showed Asmo and Sosha redesign in another post, but i hope you are not angry at me for that😇

CHANGES:

Lucifuk

-Since he is staying up all night, i made his clothes more messy. Yeah, now he looks like single mother of 6. I feel like nights at Devildom should be hella cold. So i now his clothes are warmer.

-Glasses.

-More blue. He still have a lot of Gold and Red, but now you can see at least a little bit of his sin colour.

Mammy

-I THINK WE ALL CAN AGREE that Mammon is that type of ppl who would wear EVERY SINGLE gold thing he has, just to look more rich.

-Also i think he would wear some stupid accessory, like eyepatch and thinking he looks cool and badass. But he actually looks good with eyepatch tho-

-His skin is darker now, he have some gold/yellow hair strands and piercings. Yeah this dude feels like piercing lover. Maybe he also have tattoo or smth.

Leviafish

-Another character who have 0 of his sin's colour on their orig design. Now he has some orange.

-He is otaku, he DEFINITELY don't have time to get a haircut! And long hair Levi sounds good.

-His orig design was gamer. THIS ONE IS A NERD OTAKU! Some anime accessories, hair clips, stickers, HELL YEAH.

Catan

-Satan is just Lucifer's wrath, this would be logical if they had similar appearance. And, this would make Satan even MORE angry.

-Braid... it has no explanation. I just gave him braid because i wanted.

-Now he looks less ugly + his outfit has cats now.

MY♡SWEET♡LITTLE♡HONEYBUN♡CUTE♡PUP♡LOVELY♡HUN♡BEST♡BOY♡PRECIOUS♡HUSBAND♡ANDGORGEOUS♡QUEEEN♡ASSMODEUS!!!♡♡♡♡♡

-How he definitely is avatar of lust! Open outfit, gorgeous and hoey.

-Now his hair is pretty and fluffy like a cotton candy.

-BEST ONE ABSOLUTELY YES

Beelzeburger

-Another one with no sin colour! But i added more red.

-Beel and Belfie are twins, but their designs are very different. I gave them more matching elements, like little braids, vitiligo and eyes. Also Beel have some porpol in his clothes, while Belfie has some red.

-Eyebrow piercing... Sorry, but it cools sooo cool on him! Also tattoo!

Belfukgore

-Another person who doesn't have enough time for haircut, so half-long hair. He is constantly sleeping, so his hair is messy.

-His orig design is not sleepy enough! Now he is wearing pijama. Yeas, i am extra.

-Also yes, this transparent porpol-red thing makes no sense. But it looks hella cool!

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almost-an-artist · 5 months

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Ok, I know I did gifts already, But I wanted to do this as well.

Merry Christmas Guys!

To all my followers and especially my Mutuals, thank you for an amazing few months! I haven't been here long, only since September, but I've grown more attached than I can explain in words. You guys truly mean the world to me.

Here's some personal thanks from me to you, silly little people in my phone!

@hiimgin - Gin, I don't think I have enough words to express my admiration, appreciation, and love for you, but I'm going to try. You really mean the world to me. Even though we've only known each other for 3 months, you have a permanent spot in my heart. Your art makes me immensely happy, it's style and whimsical air has me kicking my feet and smiling when I see it. You make my world a little brighter. I really love you.

@peepthatbish - We haven't talked a ton, but when we do, it makes my day. You are so supportive and kind, and are often able to boost my self esteem. I can tell you really care, and it means the world to me. Thanks for being around, really.

@sleepy-artist27 - We don't talk, but you're constantly supporting me, and I am forever grateful for that. You're really nice and your art is amazing! You're just all around a really cool person!

@akchimp75 - AK!!! Your suuuupppeeerrr cool! Your art is amazing and you're just an awesome person in general. You're super nice to me, and you've helped me realize how much I've grown as an artist so far, and I really appreciate you for that. Also, you're pretty funny? I don't know if that's something that makes sense, but you just feel whimsical. Anyways, I love you!!!

@prince-of-red-lions - Windy! Hi! I think you were one of the first people I was recommended on this app, and Tumblr must have done something right because you're really cool and amazing! I love your art so much, and your sense of humor is immaculate. You're really funny! Anyway, I think you're an amazing person, and I hope you have a good holiday season!

@whyoneartheven - Hi Evie! Everything about you is amazing! Your art, your blog, your personality.. you're just great! I really love your OCs, even though I don't know much about them yet.. I think they're neat! You're also one of the first people that followed me here, and I will be forever grateful for that... You gave me a taste of being liked on the internet and it was lovely. I really appreciate you, and I hope you have an amazing Holiday!

@uniquevoidflowers - Uni, you are spectacular!!! I love your writing, like, a lot, and your Oc's are also suuuupppeeerrr cool! I really like Princess Meadow :3. Anyway, I think your writing is amazing, and you are very creative. I'm very glad you are my mutual, and I appreciate you a lot!!

@kiwi-der-vogel - Kiwi, your art style is immaculate. I really, really love it, and I think you're super cool and a pretty funny person! Spirit Tracks for the win!!! Whenever you post, I feel a certain kind of joy, your art is that good! I just think you're really cool, and I really look up to you! I hope you have an amazing Holiday! You deserve it :)

Here are some mutuals I don't know well, but I think are super neat anyway!!!! You guys mean a lot to me! @r0achezz @candy8448 @cal-the-imp @xaeorian @expiredlonlonmilk @twidash-ftw-blysse @margindoodles2407 @blakesoul16 @ikaishere @silentzprincess @turdofanerd @vanilla-puff

I hope you all have a lovely Holiday!!!

I really appreciate you!!!

♥️♥️♥️

I really hope I didn't forget anyone, I'm really sorry if I did!!!

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year

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I wrote this as a part of my advent calendar fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x gn!reader imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading!

Merry Christmas, everyone, I hope you’re all doing well!

Day 25: Christmas day

Warnings: none

“Baby, baby, wake up,” Jake’s voice reached your sleep-drowned ears, and you moaned in vehement protest.

Usually you would have loved to hear Jake’s voice in the morning, it was raspy with sleep and half an octave lower, making shivers run down your spine, just at the sound of him.

His bare chest was usually also very enticing, but not at that moment.

It was far too early for you to even think about getting up.

“Baby, come on. Wake up,” he asked again, his hand resting on your arm while his thumb ran encouraging circles over your skin.

Another loud groan left your lips and you tried to swat his hand away, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest.

Jake was generally happier and chattier than normally, which indicated that something was different.

After a few more seconds you finally made the effort to glance at the alarm clock at your bedside table, only to let out another exasperated moan.

“It’s 7 am,” you breathed out, and felt Jake pull you closer.

“Yeah, but it’s Christmas,” he whispered, holding you tight, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaving you to get up and rush to the kitchen.

The only hope you had was hearing the clinking sound of coffee mugs, which seemed to revive you somehow.

You managed to get into the kitchen somehow in your desolated state.

Only to be greeted with one of the most joyful versions of Jake you had ever met, swinging pots, pans and coffee mugs around to make some breakfast.

As soon as he saw you Jake set everything down to pull you closer, giving you a good morning kiss despite your morning breath.

When he pulled away he kept his face close to yours, caressing your cheek gently and with love.

“Morning, baby. Merry Christmas,” he whispered softly and you echoed a reply, smiling slightly despite the need to yawn.

You were still very tired but Jake’s giddiness infected you, until you were in a blissful state of sleepy.

You didn’t even realize that the two of you were wearing matching pajamas, but Jake chuckled at that thought, sticking one of his hands into the pocket and fumbling the square object in it awkwardly, while taking a shaky but determined breath.

The sun was just starting to appear when you raised your coffee cup to take a well deserved sip, and when your boyfriend kneeled down in front of you.

You didn’t even see him at first, relaxing against the counter as your senses were overwhelmed with the hot and strong goodness, until you lowered the mug and almost let it fall in surprise.

Jake Seresin was kneeling in front of you, in pajama bottoms and a bare, gorgeous chest, holding an open ring box up into your field of vision.

“I actually wanted to wait till later but I really can’t, I love you so much and can’t think about much else recently, because I’ve been so looking forward to this,” he breathed out before he straightened his back, his eyes searching yours to see if you were reacting as he had hoped.

“Baby, you’ve been my happiness and joy and I couldn’t imagine a world without you in it. Would you marry me?” He asked, and you were sure no one could have ever said the word ‘yes’ faster.

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